Of the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars between - IC [Archive]

X15lm204

2011-04-25, 10:34 PM

Moonday the 16th of Descending Fire, RY 768

Arrived in Whitestone at last. Parted ways with Grigoriy and his family at the edge of town. Hope they don't get mixed up in the chaos I'm about to create; they're a good lot, if a bit self-centered. Deserve a calm Calibration for once - it's been years, from their stories.

This is it, I guess. Time to see what kind of change a bit of sun can really work. Serrat's proximity to Wallport makes it a good choice of starting points, I think.

Hope I can trust that letter. It isn't like the cleanies to use this sort of trickery, and I'm pretty sure the only people I've let know who I really am are trustworthy. Still risky: could be unknowns looking for a reward for catching me. Ha! Let 'em try. Risk is worth the chance there really are like-minded folk gathering here.

Starting to see red here already. Can't believe this place has been allowed to exist as long as it has. Can't possibly be

Stopped an attempted rape. Broad daylight, if a back alley, do you believe that? He won't be trying that again. Ever. Cathartic.

Getting a bit worried. Letter said they'd be waiting for me here around now, but they're two hours late already. Can't do this alone, and don't like the idea my would-be friends might be compromised 'fore I even get to meet them. Looking less and less like a trap, though - would have sprung it by now. Right?

A cloaked figure leaning casually against a wall in wall little shade is available snaps a small book shut while glancing around at the few people in sight, none of whom seem interested in her presence. Under the cloak hides a young woman with shoulder-length white hair, red-brown eyes, and soft features belying her fierce gaze.

She sighs, fanning her face with the book. The middle of Descending Fire is not a good time to be huddled under a cloak like this, but it's not yet time to work in the open.

Where in Creation is the person who sent her that anonymous letter? Whether friend or foe, potential ally seeking aid or hunter baiting a trap, they should have arrived hours ago.

I'm not leaving this place until I've helped these people, one way or another, she thinks. With the backup I was promised I could do more, but I can't wait for a perfect plan forever.

Wait. Something is happening, over there...

Meld

2011-04-26, 12:05 AM

Drugs....Slaves..The guild has to have a hand in this, thought the tanned, muscular, green eyed, dark green haired haltan, and if not..Guess it wouldn't hurt to give them some free will.

Moon packed her things; making sure to keep her tail hidden inside her cloak, Well..lets not make too much of a scene, she thought before starting her walk from the very outer edge of the brush surrounding the village to just inside the village walls.

After perusing the local market stalls; observing the comings and goings of the traders while trying to stay as innocuous as possible for a traveler to be for the guards. She ponders to herself;Docile..these people are far too docile..Would they really go as far as to keep the entire town drugged?And if so..it would have to be a very large shipment to keep this many people under the dosage..

Before long after this line of thought, she walks to an nearby alleyway, to keep the heat from building under her cloak, and closes her eyes to ponder her next move,If I was bringing in a shipment of drugs where would I hide it...

Grim ranger

2011-04-26, 01:01 AM

The warmth of the day might make others sweat, but approaching the village is someone who has long since shed such mortal needs like useless bits of clothing. This traveller is rather large in structure compared to normal villagers, towering over most normal humans. Wrapped in long grey cloak and hood, it is rather difficult for any passer-by not to notice the man, expecially due to some rather peculiar details.

First of all, he carries a massive sword over his shoulder like it weight not more than broomstick or fishing rod. The enormous cleaver is not the only peculiar thing about the traveller: the hand holding the blade is encased in gauntlet which bears the colour of night itself, and what little one can see of the rest of the armour under the cloak does not seem much more colourful. Finally, if one is to look carefully at the features showing under the shadow cast by the grey hood, it is quite obvious that the skin of the man is deathly white, lending him almost wraith-like countenance.

This traveller is very definitely any ordinary person, and he is definite not here to admire the scenery or pass the time. He is former Deathknight Spectre, and his business in the place is simple yet morbid: to kill slavers he has been tracking across the North for some time now.

Pathetic, he thinks before being able to stop himself. These people are denied any higher existence than this for whims of few... This is not something I would stand. But perhaps I can at least do something about it.

It is very ironic, really. Not long ago he too was a slave, of sort. Prized, effective slave who commanded great deal of respect amongst the populance of Thorns, but slave nevertheless. Slave to Deathlord and slave to Neverborn. And if he had not broken away when he did, it would still be so.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he focuses his attention to the overseers guarding the slave workers, his grip on the handle of Grand Daiklave tightening slightly. He is not a hero, far from it: he is anathema to life and Creation itself, someone who willingly sold their name and freedom to escape waiting arms of death for a while longer. But he can still do something for those who cannot defend themselves. For even whilst he is reaper of mortals, he can at least choose who he reaps now. And these slavers seem like just fitting targets.

Walking briskly towards the nearest guards, he hefts his weapon from his shoulder, taking solid two-handed grip on it as he approaches the men he is about to slay messily.

"You should show more respect to your fellow men", says the wraith-like voice in Low Realm second before he attacks.

Killing men such as these isn't propably going to improve the situation of slave workers much... But it is a good a start.

Naki

2011-04-26, 01:41 AM

[OOC: Commiting 2 Motes to Hide of the Cunning Hunter, which causes Whisper's moonsilver tattoos to no longer be visible by sight or touch. Lasts as long as I commit the motes, which will be until he leaves public eye.]

The tail of the young Lunar's coat swayed lightly, as he took his short, deliberate steps, watching the village function, or the crude imitation that it possessed of 'function'. It didn't take his particularly unskilled eyes a whole lot of trouble to see the sluggish movements of the lowest folk.

He ran his fingers through his greyish-red hair, sweeping it back and out of his eyes, where it stayed, flowing back and falling about his shoulders loosely, exposing his forehead, and when it appeared, his Caste mark proudly. Dropping his hand, he let it rest on the comforting pommel of his daiklaive, running his hand over the soft leather hilt of the curved jitte sword, he felt a comfort from Waning, before resting his forearm against it as he continued to walk, knowing that at least some eyes drew to the brilliant moonsilver swirls, and stong bold tribal lines that coated his bared chest and shoulders. He could have simply just fastened his coat shut, indeed, but it felt uncomfortable, restrictive. It confined his freedom. Something he treasured, and wished that these people could as well.

He sighed, turning his eyes away from a flogging, To see so many, and do so little... But to commit wanton violence would not be appropriate. How many are simply docile slaves, and how many more would stand in their cruel master's place and die willingly for them? Whisper shook his head, and closed his eyes as the leather crack of the flog struck bare skin, and again a second time. It gave him chills, and he grit his teeth, wanting to draw his blades and slice through the offender as if he were a scrap piece of paper.

But he withheld himself, turning and slowly heading towards the man, each step reinforced with the crack of the flog, and when his footsteps stopped, so did the flogging.

The man, likely another slave, exerting his dominance, proving himself as master over the 'lesser' slave, pulled back only to find his wrist caught in Whisper's firm grasp, unable to draw the flog down against the victim's back another time. He tugged once, but found the Lunar's grip much finer than he expected. It was a moment before Whisper spoke, letting the man take in his agile form, the blades at his hips, the black and silver coat he wore, his tattooed chest.

"What is this man's crime that you would flog him so viciously, in public no less? Surely no man deserves such violence, let alone the humiliation that must follow?" His words were stark, strong, forward. He made it clear that he meant no violence, but that this gross misuse of whatever power this man had been granted would end so long as Whisper's presence remained.

Kobold-Bard

2011-04-26, 02:04 AM

Balance

"Right on time."

Balance stood ignored (as usual) on top of one of the slave huts as he watched the huge man bisect the guards. As he did so he checked each fallen man off his list, before examining his timepiece again. A flat circle of silver with dials of all colours of Jade, it told him he had 17 minutes precisely until his real mission began.

His flawless triple backflip to the ground going completely unnoticed by those around him, Balance sighed and set off to the slave-master's compound.

IcarusWings

2011-04-26, 04:21 AM

The overseer's face freezes in an expression of shock as he is cleft in two by the Abyssal's sword. The other overseers look about in terror and flee, a few of them heading towards the slave master's compound. The slaves simply continue to work, barely registering the murder in their stupour.

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W-wuh? the flogger whimpers out to the Lunar. H-he killed another slave, s-so he's being punished., he stutters the words out, his face a mixture of astonishment and fear.

Grim ranger

2011-04-26, 05:00 AM

Looking at the fleeing men, the Abyssal shakes his head slightly and swings his sword, splattering most of the blood covering it's blade to the ground. One cut was all it took for him to kill the bastard of a slaver... And now that the rest of them are fleeing for their lives, it seems that his work will be a great deal easier. Pausing to cut off the head of the corpse almost as an afterthought, he begins to make his way towards the compound.

Walking briskly towards the slaver compound, he cuts down any slaver too slow or stupid to end up in his way without breaking a stride, dragging his weapon behind himself with one hand. The soulsteel makes very ghastly sound as it is dragged along, but he knows that there is very little chance of sword dulling or being damaged by such, so it does not matter.

Upon reaching the first buildings, he pulls his arm back casually and hurls the split head of the killed slaver forward, smiling narrowly to himself as it impacts against the wall of nearest hut and leaves bloody smear behind. This is just the beginning.

"Come out, slaver cowards!" he calls out in Low Realm, hefting the Grand Daiklave up to his shoulder again in very casual gesture. "Of course I don't expect much from dogs such as yourselves, but you could try at least show some dignity and face me by your own accord... Otherwise I will just have to hunt you all down one by one!"

Naki

2011-04-26, 10:02 AM

The young man looked down to the slave kneeling before the would-be master, and sighed, "If this were true - and I would hear it from him as well - I would think your masters have a law to deal with such an action, rather than simply beating a man mercilessly to death in the street." Whisper, still holding the man's wrist, plucked the flog from his hand and letting go of his wrist, took the moment to break the flog in his hands, dropping it uselessly to the ground.

"If such a law were to exist, would your punishment not be greater for meting out justice at your own leisure? Or are your masters so uninterested in your lives that he would let you simply strike each other down in violence?" Resting his hands on the twin hilts of his daiklaives, he motioned for the abuser to leave, "I suggest if those avenues exist, you follow them. Now."

Sighing, Whisper quickly dropped, bending his knees and leaning forward to the flogged man, "Is what that man said true? Did you kill another?" He lifted the man's head to look at him, "And if you did, what would possess you to harm a brother in your plight?"

Meld

2011-04-26, 02:12 PM

They would probably hide them in the main building..or mayb-, ponders to herself before coming to the realization there is something wrong in the air,Is that...Blood?No, that cant be unless-Her thoughts are cut short as she notices several overseers fleeing towards the main slaver structure in the village.

Hmm..Blood in the air and screaming slave masters...either we are being raided or-, again her thoughts are cut short as she notices a hulking armored figure with a massive, bloodied sword briskly walking towards the central compound for the slave masters. ...That answered that question.

Moon rubs the back of her neck and sighs while watching this figure continue his slaughtering towards his destination before realizing that he has a bloodied head in his other hand.

....Well if you cant beat them.Moon thinks before making a mental checklist of her equipment and making sure to be at least several sword lengths away from him, she follows the now bloodied hulking figure as he continues his engine of destruction towards the central buildings.

As she watches him easily slice through the slavers, she begins to notice just how strong he has to be to even heft the sword, Strong..bloodthirty...alittle on the massive si-Her thoughts are cut short as watches him stop and throw what looks like a split head towards one of main slaver buildings.
Then calling out, "Come out, slaver cowards!", before hefting his massive sword to his shoulder..almost casually, "Of course I don't expect much from dogs such as yourselves, but you could try at least show some dignity and face me by your own accord... Otherwise I will just have to hunt you all down one by one!"

Definitely bloodthirsty, although to heft that thing you'd probably would have to be..Moon thinks to herself before deciding that, It wouldn't hurt to participate in some violence..especially if it gets me on his good side..if he has one.

Moon straightens her cloak a little bit before calling out to the bloody, armored Juggernaut and making sure to speak in low realm, "I am guessing your not a good fan of slavers are you? Mind if I join you for some mayhem? I have my own business inside there." As she finishes the last sentence she points to the slave masters quarters.

Grim ranger

2011-04-26, 02:59 PM

Looking at the woman adressing him, Spectre's crimson eyes narrow momentarily. He is very apparently not too trusting at first glance, but eventually shrughs his shoulders. If she wants to fight, it is really not his right to intervene: many people can well have grudges against monsters like these. He is here only to give harsh justice to the wicked, and expecting no praise from the righteous.

"If you wish to fight them, I will not deny you that. Don't try to stand in my way or attack me trecherously and I will not have to kill you" he says in silent tone one almost feels more than hears. "I do believe that there is enough for everyone who want to fight them... Or at least there are so for now. I cannot guarantee you will find much opposition or living souls within these buildings after I have passed through" he finishes, not bragging or boasting but simply telling cold, hard truth.

Gripping his sword in two-handed grip and lifting it easily over his head, his eyes turn back to scanning his surroundings. "Do I need to come and get you then?" he shouts out to any remaining slavers, clearly very ready to do so.

Kobold-Bard

2011-04-26, 03:13 PM

Balance

Balance watched as the Abyssal walked through town and sighed deeply. He was a Chosen of Endings; this giant man certainly had the basics of death sorted, but he had none of the finesse a true Reckoner had.

Donning his new identity he became clear to those around him for the first time. Not that anyone acknowledged him, he was no Leonard of Stone Tower; the slave master's head of security. Without a split second of hesitation he walked to the man's office, waving away any guards who had not fled.

The slave master was so busy he didn't even notice the security expert enter. His voice is perfectly monotone and calm.

"Sir, there are anathema at your door. It is time to leave. Once you are secure I will return to maintain your investments, but they are no use to you dead, and you are no use to me dead. Let us leave by the back way now."

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I don't know what rolls you want here, let me know.

IcarusWings

2011-04-26, 04:03 PM

"Sir, there are anathema at your door. It is time to leave. Once you are secure I will return to maintain your investments, but they are no use to you dead, and you are no use to me dead. Let us leave by the back way now."

The slavemaster's head snaps up, shocked. A-anathema? Here? What do they want here? He stands up and paces to his desk, trying to take in the information. This is completely unexpected. They must know about The Project, but why are they getting involved? He takes a deep breath Regardless, they are not the problem now, our benefactor will take care of them, we're lucky he decided to stay the night after the... negotiations. No, the problem is who sent them, for them to know about The Project, they must have a contact, someone who knows about us.

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Elsewhere in the village, Spectre's rampage has not gone unnoticed. The door to one of the more expensive cabins, those owned by the wealthy and free, slams open; revealing a tall, dark skinned man covered in a black cloak.
He strides angrily forward, cloak tailing behind him, fists clenched.
You fellows just interrupted my sleep! I LIKED my sleep! Dreams are so much kinder than reality. And the way I see it, you fellows are about to start dreaming for a long time!
He snaps his fingers and his hand bursts into a ball of flame, his other hand drawing a Daiklave from his back.

Kobold-Bard

2011-04-26, 04:07 PM

Balance

"Perhaps, and if requested I know people who can look into it. However your safety is my sole concern & I would feel much better if you were at a safe distance until they are dealt with."

IcarusWings

2011-04-26, 04:10 PM

"Perhaps, and if requested I know people who can look into it. However your safety is my sole concern & I would feel much better if you were at a safe distance until they are dealt with."

Perhaps, I am of course vital to the operation. While I trust our benefactor's abilities implicitly, risk-taking is a dangerous game don't you think?
The master's hastily put on expression of confidence and logic barely maskss an expression of fear for his life.

Kobold-Bard

2011-04-26, 04:20 PM

Balance

"When he risk falls on the shoulders of someone as essential as yourself, without a doubt sir."

Leonard becomes dead silent for a moment, looking around and checking the door as if to check for spies (in reality Balance is thinking about his sexy new Jade fireplace, but his mask prevents his "employer" from seeing his lack of genuine concern).

"I have a pre-arranged safe house in the next town over, in case of emergencies. We should go out the back quickly, it'll take less than an hour to arrive and I can guarantee your continued survival properly, in all the necessary comforts of course."

He will draw a short sword with a black blade from his belt, keeping it held low in a defensive position; looking warily in the direction of the Abyssal's bellows.

Grim ranger

2011-04-26, 04:31 PM

Quieting down more or less immediately after the new enemy shows himself, Spectre unclasps his grey cloak, allowing it to fall and reveal his armour as well as various weapons strapped on it. "Perhaps you could honour me by telling your name before I destroy you?" he asks the man emotionlessly, pointing his gigantic weapon at him. "I hate to send men to the Underworld impolitely"

Meld

2011-04-26, 05:50 PM

Grasping the very edge of the cloak that covers her face, Moon throws off her cloak to reveal a lean but muscular armored haltan with green eyes and dark green hair. Well lets see how good this wrecking machine is.. She ponders to her self before drawing her long powerbow from her back and telling her newly made compatriot; "I doubt he would oblige you...but in any case let us hurry else the more important of our quarry gets away, yes?"

IcarusWings

2011-04-27, 12:28 AM

Sighing, Whisper quickly dropped, bending his knees and leaning forward to the flogged man, "Is what that man said true? Did you kill another?" He lifted the man's head to look at him, "And if you did, what would possess you to harm a brother in your plight?"

Y-yes the slave mumbles under his breath H-he was trying to keep the opium away from me. MY opium! I-it was horrible, I needed it s-so badly. I-I'm sorry. The slave slumps down at Whisper's feet in a fit of tears.

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Quieting down more or less immediately after the new enemy shows himself, Spectre unclasps his grey cloak, allowing it to fall and reveal his armour as well as various weapons strapped on it. "Perhaps you could honour me by telling your name before I destroy you?" he asks the man emotionlessly, pointing his gigantic weapon at him. "I hate to send men to the Underworld impolitely"

The ban throws his arm upwards, holding his Daiklave up to the sky, as if to pierce the heavens. The name is Blossoming-Sky of Burning Autumn, Harbinger of the Heavens! Remember it! Because it's the name that will be known as a hero across all of Creation! You got that?
He swings his oversized sword downwards again, levelling it at Spectre with an excited smile, as if looking forward to the fight he's instigated.

Grim ranger

2011-04-27, 11:56 AM

Not speaking a word, Spectre merely nods solemnly at the grand declaraction of the man, keeping his Grand Daiklave levelled towards his enemy without any apparent effort from his part. He might enjoy combat and testing himself against strong opponents, but he does not enjoy overt mockery, nor tries to get edge over his enemy with witty banter.

Death does not mock. Death does not underestimate men who claim themselves to be heroes or villains. Death neither agrees or disagrees with boasts, nor screams out it's own superiority. Death embraces the lowest peasant and mightiest lord alike in time... And now it will collect this man before the chosen of the Void.

Changing his grip on the Grand Daiklave, he moves it to his side in slow and purposeful gesture, now holding the sword in two-handed reverse grip. It is somewhat unusual stance, but he knows that his next move will be something that the man before him is very unlikely to ever see coming.

Then suddenly he charges forward with speed completely ludicrous to a combatant armed and armoured like he is, swinging his blade around himself so fast that it's movements are nearly lost to naked eye. At times it even seems to be in middle of multible strikes at once!

Using Time-Scything Technique, paying 5 motes of peripheral essence and one temporary wp.

Attack rolls:

Attack 1: [roll0]
Attack 2: [roll1]
Attack 3: [roll2]
Attack 4: [roll3]
Attack 5: [roll4]

Personal essence: 16/16
Peripheral essence: 26/39
Willpower: 6/7

IcarusWings

2011-04-27, 12:51 PM

The insolent man is battered about like a ragdoll by the furious barrage of blows from Spectre, before he even has a chance to dodge. The first three smash into him dizzyingly, first to the midriff, then the shoulder, then the jaw, drawing blood in a disgusting shower of death. The fourth blow narrowly misses by stroke of luck, but the fifth hits home, almost entirely unneeded, as the man is quite clearly and obviously already dead beyond reprieve. His cloak flutters around him as he sags to the floor, Daiklave dropping to the ground as his fingers relax in the grip of death.
The blood that now covers Spectre begins to glow with red light, and is slowly absorbed into him, filling his veins with power and essence.

Two seconds pass, and the body suddenly explodes in roaring red flames and black smoke, completely dissipating into the air.
Hmph A voice calls from the darkness of the doorway I guess you're good. But you didn't think that would work against ME did you? I told you, I am the Harbinger of the Heavens! But you seem worthy enough, let's make this real! He steps out of the cabin once more, identical to the conjuration that had just been slain, sword drawn, cloak trailing. He grins. This should be a fight to remember. Let the breath of the Dragons scatter and grow across my heart, ENDLESS ELEMENTAL HORDE RELEASE!!!
He throws his hand into the air, scattering burning embers into the air. Where the embers land, fire spouts up, burning and twisting into a form identical to his own. He steps forward again, and four creations of flame step with him Now, this is real!

CUSTOM CHARMS! W00T! :smalltongue:

Yeah, you essentially killed a flame golem, a fascimile of the real guy. It's still composed of essence though, so you get 12 motes from your Soulsteel Daiklave.

Grim ranger

2011-04-27, 02:26 PM

Not appearing particularly concerned or even surprised by the appereance of the real Sky, Spectre merely turns to meet this new threat head on... But before anyone can do a thing, he kicks the daiklave left behind by the vanquished apparation, sending the large sword spinning into the air. Hefting his Grand Daiklave, he waits for split second before kicking the now-decending blade again, sending it hurtling through the air at one of the flame creations with deadly accuracy.

Even before the blade has stopped hurling through the air the deathknight is moving again, his weapon raised to attack the one true enemy present with savage strikes. As he continues his flawless swordwork, ghostly aura of blue fire and deathly howling wind flares to life around his form.

Permission given by the ST to make single thrown attack with the daiklave on the ground simply for the sake of coolness. For melee, targeting the head honcho himself with Unfurling Iron Lotus, spending 8 motes to have 4 attacks in total. Let's see how he likes that :smallamused:

Anima banner at level 13 after this.

Daiklave throwing attack: [roll0]

Melee attack 1: [roll1]
Melee attack 2: [roll2]
Melee attack 3: [roll3]
Melee attack 4: [roll4]

Personal Essence: 16/16
Peripheral Essence: 31/39
Willpower: 6/7

Meld

2011-04-27, 02:29 PM

Fast and strong.., thought Moon as she watched the carnage this warrior unleashed with such a attack. However, these thoughts became mute as she watched the the body of the freshly slain man fall after the blur of attacks from.

..He must be one of us..possibly a sola-, Her thoughts are cut short after noticing the blood of the freshly slain that stain the warrior's blade begin to glow. ?...What is that?Is he...drawing energy from his blood?

She eyes this machine of carnage wearily and sighs; This must be what Maria called a "puppet of the deathlords" or "abyssals" she wonders mentally, I guess I am going to need to keep an eye on hi-. Her thoughts are interrupted by the body of the slain man exploding into a roar of flame and smoke.

Before she is able to think another thought she hears "Blossom's" voice from the darkness of the of the doorway from which he stepped."Hmph, I guess you're good. But you didn't think that would work against ME did you? I told you, I am the Harbinger of the Heavens! But you seem worthy enough, let's make this real!" He steps out of the cabin once more, identical to the conjuration that had just been slain, sword drawn, cloak trailing. He grins. "This should be a fight to remember. Let the breath of the Dragons scatter and grow across my heart, ENDLESS ELEMENTAL HORDE RELEASE!!!"

He throws his hand into the air, scattering burning embers into the air. Where the embers land, fire spouts up, burning and twisting into a form identical to his own. He steps forward again, and four creations of flame step with him "Now, this is real!"

..No time for doubting him now. Moon thinks to her self as she removes an arrow from her quiver and draws her moonsilver powerbow to take aim at the "real" Blossom before turning to her compatriot and saying,"If you have any bright ideas that would be great to know before we rush into things, now would be the time to tell."

IcarusWings

2011-04-27, 03:42 PM

The first fascimile effortlessly dodges the thrown Daiklave, embers falling from its hair as it leaps to the side, spins and grabs the Daiklave in mid-air.
The original too, somehow manages to dodge Spectre's first two blows, his body seeming to ripple through the strikes, as air ripples on a hot day. He does not fare so well against the next one though, as Spectre lands a solid hit on Sky's frame, knocking him to the side and slicing a large cut in his side. He sways a little as he regains his footing, and it is this luck that saves him, as his head just falls to the side of Spectre's strike, narrowly dodging the powerful blow.

Sky grits his teeth and tightens his grip on his Daiklave I'll show you! This fight has barely begun! A small spark leaps from between his fingers and grows into a strong flame around his fist. The flame burns powerfully, and the intense heat can be felt from yards away. But it is not this that is the true purpose of the fire. Darks plumes of smoke billow out from the hand and around the blade, rising from the tip into the air.
Sky narrows his eyes and flings himself at Spectre, swinging his sword furiously towards him. The strikes just misses, but the nauseaus fumes trailing from the tip, invading his eyes and throat, temporarily obscuring his vision and making him cough and splutter.

The fascimile who had previously been the target of the thrown Daiklave, now wielding two blades, charges towards Moon, leaping into the air and falling from the sky, swinging both his blades to be outstretched in a powerful cross slash, although slightly mistimes his strike and misses Moon, overshooting into the ground a few yards behind him..

A second fascimile points his Daiklave behind him at the Master's compound, and a wall of fire surges upwards, forcibly barricading the attacker's away from the Master.
The final two fascimiles level their blades, ready to defend against anything.

Sky's attack against Spectre: [roll0]

Dual-Wielding Fascimile's attack against Moon: [roll1]

Grim, the fumes push your action 1 tick further back and cause a -1 internal penalty to your next action, so long as it uses your sight in some way.

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The Master turns round to glance at Leonard Y-yes, that sounds like a sensible plan. Let's get out here, but first I need the documents, The Project wouldn't get very far without them. He scuttles over to his desk and retrieves a few envelopes and scrunched pieces of parchment, and shoves them into the pocket of his longcoat. Let's get out of here.

Kobold-Bard

2011-04-27, 03:51 PM

Balance

"Aye sir. Stay close to me, if trouble finds us leave me behind and head for town."

With that he will take the slavemaster out the back of his compound, decidedly out of the eyeline of the combatants. They will claim the fastest horses and get out of dodge.

Leonard will leave orders with the guards to not engage to Anathema unless he either attacks them first or comes after the slavemaster. Balance however will tut to himself about the Abyssal again, the idea of having to come back here and divert him didn't fill him with glee.

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Plan is to get him clear then come back and join the group proper.

IcarusWings

2011-04-27, 03:54 PM

The Master meekly scuttles after Leonard, taking care to stay as close to him as possible, frequently casting anxious glances behind him to see if they are followed.

Meld

2011-04-27, 04:26 PM

Grim ranger

2011-04-27, 11:48 PM

Coughing slightly at as the fumes of the fire reach him, Spectre still manages to avoid the strike of the daiklave and narrows his blood-red eyes. At least now it is confirmed that the real enemy behind all these flaming imitations can be hurt by his blade... And would be dead already were it not for simple luck. Whatever feelings he might have for his trainers who likely resided in Thorns this very moment, he has to admit that their teachings serve him well when cutting down his enemies.

"And all that begins...Must end" Spectre says in silent, stern tone, suddenly moving into full offensive yet again. His great blade moving in storm of soulsteel, the howling of dread wind and crackle of ghostly fire of his anima banner slot seamlessly to his voice, creating true voice of terror. "I was created at moment of death to unmake reality itself. I will unmake even my creators... And I will unmake you".

Then he does what he has not been forced to do in quite some while, starting dreadful chain of strikes: a move that is spoken of only in hushed whispers near the city of Thorns. The move that bears the name of Merciless Executioner Method.

Yep, activating the Combo now. If he pulls through THIS one, I am very surprised indeed :smalltongue:

So, here come the effects and costs. Five strikes without penalties (Time-scything technique), that allow me to count extra successes on attack rolls twice (Savage Shade Style), and that each get 2 dice bonus (first melee excellency, using 8 motes).

The combo uses total of 14 motes and 1 temporary wp.

The anima banner is now at maxium level, so Sky gets some more bad news (unless he has Valor 4, or is construct or somesuch) - the Anima effect gives Spectre +2 DV bonus against attacks since he is now so terrifying to look at :smallamused:

Attack roll 1: [roll0]
Attack roll 2: [roll1]
Attack roll 3: [roll2]
Attack roll 4: [roll3]
Attack roll 5: [roll4]

Personal Essence: 16/16
Peripheral essence: 17/39
Willpower: 5/7

IcarusWings

2011-04-28, 12:21 AM

Moon sighs, turning to face to face her would be attacker and mumbles, "Guess that means I am not sitting on the sidelines this time.", before launching the arrow intended for the real blossom at the clone who tried to attack her. Yet before she launches the arrow her movements become blurred as she draws another arrow from her quiver and launches two instead toward the assailant.

Using Twin-Fanged Technique(5motes),so...plus aim thats..+3 dice so..12? Gonna use 5 motes of my peripheral pool.
Attk Rolls:
[roll0]
Personal Pool 4/19
Peripheral Pool 35/40

As the fascimile lands on the ground, it has no time to attempt a dodge, and is struck by the two arrows right in the Chest, rocketing backwards a dozen yards and smashing into one of the ramshackle huts, destroying it as the fascimile bursts into flames and dissipates.

Coughing slightly at as the fumes of the fire reach him, Spectre still manages to avoid the strike of the daiklave and narrows his blood-red eyes. At least now it is confirmed that the real enemy behind all these flaming imitations can be hurt by his blade... And would be dead already were it not for simple luck. Whatever feelings he might have for his trainers who likely resided in Thorns this very moment, he has to admit that their teachings serve him well when cutting down his enemies.

"And all that begins...Must end" Spectre says in silent, stern tone, suddenly moving into full offensive yet again. His great blade moving in storm of soulsteel, the howling of dread wind and crackle of ghostly fire of his anima banner slot seamlessly to his voice, creating true voice of terror. "I was created at moment of death to unmake reality itself. I will unmake even my creators... And I will unmake you".

Then he does what he has not been forced to do in quite some while, starting dreadful chain of strikes: a move that is spoken of only in hushed whispers near the city of Thorns. The move that bears the name of Merciless Executioner Method.

Yep, activating the Combo now. If he pulls through THIS one, I am very surprised indeed :smalltongue:

So, here come the effects and costs. Five strikes without penalties (Time-scything technique), that allow me to count extra successes on attack rolls twice (Savage Shade Style), and that each get 2 dice bonus (first melee excellency, using 8 motes).

The combo uses total of 14 motes and 1 temporary wp.

The anima banner is now at maxium level, so Sky gets some more bad news (unless he has Valor 4, or is construct or somesuch) - the Anima effect gives Spectre +2 DV bonus against attacks since he is now so terrifying to look at :smallamused:

Attack roll 1: [roll0]
Attack roll 2: [roll1]
Attack roll 3: [roll2]
Attack roll 4: [roll3]
Attack roll 5: [roll4]

Personal Essence: 16/16
Peripheral essence: 17/39
Willpower: 5/7

The two fascimiles guarding Sky's sides fervently leap to his aid and attempt to defend him, even managing to take Spectre's first two strikes, although being annihilated in doing. Their desperate assistance is of no true use however, as Spectre's remaining three blows are more than enough to do the distasteful job. Sky is smashed between the sword-blows, bones breaking and large gashes pouring blood, the force of the third one slamming him to the ground. Spectre draws his blade up for one final strike, throwing it down, embedding into the baked earth right next to Sky's battered head.

Moments pass, and Sky's limp fist clenches. He has some life in him yet. He staggers to his feet, swaying uncontrollably. I-I guess you're worky *cough* after all. But you haven't even seen a GLIMPSE of m-my t-true power! His knees give way and he falls to all fours, coughing and spluttering blood from his mouth, it is obviously just needless bravado.
He looks up at Spectre Y'you're strong, you know that?

Grim ranger

2011-04-28, 12:34 AM

Releasing his grip in the Grand Daiklave now partially embedded in the earth right next to Sky, Spectre reaches for his slotted helmet, pulling it off. The face behind the armoured headpiece is both terrifying and oddly beautiful, with marble-like skin and eyes, raven hair and crimson eyes that watch the broken man attentively. Bloody mark adorns his forehead, glowing with the same deathly blue flame that surrounds the whole body of the deathknight.

"I know" he says silently, folding his arms and sizing Sky up, but not apparently to measure where to land the killing blow. "But you would not want this strenght. The price it requires is too high to pay for anyone".

Looking around himself, he narrows his eyes and seems to flinch slightly as some sunlight shines directly into them. "At first, I believed that I should merely end you like I have ended so many other slavers and murderers. But you have shown yourself to be worthy opponent, and honourable as well. I respect that, so you can have your life for now".

Pulling his blade from the ground, he places his helmet back onto his head and hefts his weapon onto his shoulder again.

IcarusWings

2011-04-28, 12:43 AM

Sky scrambles to his feet, still swaying but less noticeable now. What?!? You're letting me go? Of all the offenses! You've won! You're supposed to kill me! Do you want me to live with shame for the rest of my life!?! Sky tries to lift his Daiklave, as if to start the fight again, but the weight almost causes him to collapse. He takes a breath. Fine! But I hope you realise, we're rivals now, you and me! And I will beat you someday, or be shamed for the rest of my life! But for now, you can rest with winning, for now! Sky pulls his face into a wry smile and begins to hobble away from Spectre. Once he gets to about a dozen yards he turns round again. My name is Blossoming-Sky of Burning Autumn! Remember it! He then disappears in a flash of fire and is gone.

Meld

2011-04-28, 01:21 AM

"Letting him go..?I really didn't expect you to do that.", Moon asks, tilting her head quizzically before continuing,"Also, my name is Three Moons Dark..whats yours?".

Before waiting for an answer she walks over to where she threw her cloak, cleans it of debris then proceeds to cover herself. Turning to watch her "companion's" reaction she thinks to herself, Hopefully the owner didn't get too far away.

Grim ranger

2011-04-28, 01:38 AM

Walking back to his cloak without a word, he reaches down and dusts it carefully before using it to cover his eyes from harsh light of the sun. Tying the garment carefully, he looks at Moon for a long moment before turning and walking towards what is apparently the slavemaster's dwelling. "I don't have a name. Not anymore... But I am known as Spectre of Forgotten Hopes".

Upon reaching the door of the house, Spectre acts in his usual straightforward manner, drawing one of his gauntleted fists back and hitting the door with punches that sound more like hammerblows until it breaks.

Meld

2011-04-28, 05:33 AM

Spectre...of Forgotten Dreams..?, Moon wonders to herself as she silently follows the now covered Specter, ...Definitely a servant of a deathlord..but whom..and why would one be interested in Killing slavers...She eyes the abyssal cautiously as she follows him to the slave owners front door, whereupon reaching four feet before the threshold stops in her tracks and looks around slowly.

"You know..there is a pretty good chance that they ran away already but..", she says before turning back to look at Specter but before she can continue he begins his assault on the door and, within moments of repeatedly striking it, the door topples, "...Or you can just break it down..." before sighing.

"It could be a trap you know..brute force doesnt always work.." whispers Moon, making sure to be loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough for anyone beyond the threshold, before drawing and preparing her bow and an arrow.

Naki

2011-04-28, 04:18 PM

Whisper looks down at the slave at his feet, sighing, "Opium. Why did you need it so badly that you need to kill a man for it?" He shifts, pulling the weeping slave to his feet, "And stop whimpering, I just saved you. Be more grateful, or something."

Letting go of the man, he turned a bit as a brilliant display of light and fire flashes a distance away, before looking back to the slave, "...There are Immaculates here?"

IcarusWings

2011-04-28, 05:01 PM

Whisper looks down at the slave at his feet, sighing, "Opium. Why did you need it so badly that you need to kill a man for it?" He shifts, pulling the weeping slave to his feet, "And stop whimpering, I just saved you. Be more grateful, or something."

The slave looks upwards, a longing expression crossing his face. I-it lets me forget this place. Dreams are so much better than reality, because there, I am Master, and I'm so happy. Not like here.

Letting go of the man, he turned a bit as a brilliant display of light and fire flashes a distance away, before looking back to the slave, "...There are Immaculates here?"

No the slave replies, surprised by the question The Immaculates n-never come here, they like to pretend we don't exist, so they can ignore us and carry on pretending to be r-righteous. No Immaculates around h-here.

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All that is inside the Master's compound is a large office, with scrunched papers scattered across the desk. The place is in good repair and everything is laid out neatly in the room, except the desk's contents, as if someone had left that part in a hurry.

Naki

2011-04-28, 06:30 PM

Turning, the Lunar sighs, "Still, it must be a dragonblood..." He shrugs and starts away from the slave, calling over his shoulder, "Look, don't do something so stupid again. I can't keep saving you from being flogged to death. You'll have your freedom, I'm sure of it."

Striding towards the source of the fire, Whisper rests his hands on the hilts of his daiklaives, ready for the moment he may have to draw them.

As he approached the building that the other two exalts had entered, he stops for a moment, surveying the damage of the door, before gracefully stepping over the debris of the door and drawing his moonsilver daiklaives, holding them in an reverse grip for the moment, and moving carefully and slowly, attempting to remain hidden and keep anyone within the building delightfully unaware of the Lunar.

Stealth, to stay hidden from Spectre and Moon for the moment.
[roll0]

(OOC: Fudged the roll by one die; reposted to fix @_@
And suffered hilariously for it! 4 vs 2!)

Felyndiira

2011-04-28, 07:29 PM

When I walk in the unusual parts of the Realms, I always try to picture myself in their shoes; not as a servant of the Bodhisattva, or a ranking captain of Skullstone, or even the apprentice of the legendary Ebon Siaka; but instead, I wondered what I would do - how I would think - if I was in the shoes of that old man down the road that crafts foot-leathers for a living, or if I was wearing petticoats and those cute little heeled slippers and swooning in the arms of a prince in a king-like dance hall.

I would mighty like to be the latter, if circumstances did not already beget me enough recognition in my true hometown. To have all of their eyes as I waltz down the dance-halls with the ghost of my mother watching me with ever-so-proud eyes. The old man, I can less imagine - I do not know how people can live such boring and repetitive vocations and still have that sparkle of life shining so brightly in their eyes. What was the purpose of living if all your life, you would only sit in that same dusty old shack, putting black dye on stiff leather with no hopes of recognition or reprise?

Such plain, incomprehensible livelihoods. I pity the realms sometimes; in my homeland, at least, there was the chance of reincarnation and the status that comes with a beautiful death. A ghost was worth at least a hundred souls of humans; here, becoming one of those 'dragon-blooded' was as difficult as becoming a death knight, without which wealth and prestige was only an artifice of birth. What can you do if you were a simple footwear-maker? Make footwear until death comes knocking at your door, and then, nothing - no reincarnation and no prestige. Hungry ghosts were not welcome in the doors of the mortal realm.

They must have some reason to continue this cycle of existence. The prince certainly did not forbid me from studying this behavior when he handed me this strange order, and it is one of the little curiosities that I still permit myself. Even between death and hatred, I still hold - void forbid - some interest in the natural order of things. After all, why not - even if all things were to end some day?

Regardless, I have completed this simple mound that was to be my previous master's grave. Not the Prince - Neverborn forbid that I would do such a heinous thing - but the solar exalt that was to be the first master that the Prince bid me follow. I did not kill him myself. I played no part in his death, in fact, except for perhaps not standing in the path of the arrows that struck him down. I'd like to think we became friends in some perverse sort of way when he parted with this realm; he was not vengeful when I found him dying in the Realm's alleyways. He just held my hand with light, quivering palms and asked me to continue his legacy. "I have no regrets," he had whispered. Further proof of the superiority of death.

I placed a flower on that mound and walked away. Even if I had grown somewhat fond of my ability in the material world, I wanted him to rest in peace, at the very least. I had no reason to make his life miserable by defiling his resting place. A whisper of goodbye was all that he required, after which, I walked away - into the sunset, and toward my search for the one who would become my next temporary liege.

The prince's order was still in effect, after all; and thus, it has become my purpose.

She was trailing the dawn caste when she came upon the village.

Someone had already made quite a mess here, it seems; remnants of fires charred the fields and mingled with blood wherever they would meet, forming miniature streams of scarlet red where they met the scarred marks of a grand daiklave. A artful piece of work lacking subtlety, not that she was very interested in its execution. She didn't really want to bother anyone at this moment, for that matter, unless if she needed the essence.

The dawn solar had already disappeared, and with it, her goal: she was certain that the solar girl must have entered this town by some means, but by sheer carelessness and idiocy, had completely lost what remained of his trails. Dream moaned silently at this development - without another word, she slipped back into the shadows and tried to make sense of what had happened to this town, battered corpses and all by an unconcerned dragon-blooded - or an anathema that really wanted to commit suicide against the hunt.

She wasn't going to find the solar anymore - perhaps she knows some form of teleportation sorcery and had already detected her essence, or perhaps she was suddenly just that good at making himself not appear to the naked eye. For now, Dream tried to follow this new development - a single trail of blood leading from the corpses to a large structure of stone masonry. There seemed to be a few people inside; either the exalt that had caused this mess of things, or the dragon-blooded that had come to investigate. Either way, she was well-disguised from either circumstance, unlike the blaring anima from one of the exalted within.

"What happened here?" she popped out from the distance and exclaimed, trying to sound surprised. Even if these are wyld hunters, she would appear as a simple civilian that had chanced upon this scene; hopefully, that would not attract too much of a suspicion.

Whisper is making me do an awareness roll =p:
[roll0]

BTW, Grim, you're attuned to your grand daiklave, right =p? You should have an additional -8 essence available in that case.

Meld

2011-04-28, 09:28 PM

X15lm204

2011-04-28, 10:58 PM

He let the Dragon-Blooded live, Wish thought, feeling her respect for the Abyssal rise as she watched him break his way into the building from the shadows of an alley. The word 'subtlety' doesn't seem to have a place in his vocabulary, but he's not killing for the sake of it. One worth watching, perhaps.

That the Terrestrial was allowed to leave was probably for the best, she thought, both philosophically and strategically. He would doubtlessly tell his fellowship what had happened, and the lot of them would likely seek the deathknight out as soon as possible, but they would be slowed by the need to care for their injured friend, and they wouldn't be fighting with the fury and zeal a fallen comrade would have woken. In her travels Mitzi had once witnessed a fellowship feeling the death of one of their own and the wrath they brought down on the one responsible, and she had no desire to be in the same town as one who would cross them so, theoretically stronger or not.

The Eastern-looking woman who had come to the deathknight's aid was also interesting. To side so quickly with an Abyssal over a Dragon-Blooded suggested she was likely a Celestial Exalted herself, and an open-minded one at that; another potential ally? Still, Wish doubted that either of the two had been the author of the letter asking her to come here.

She resolved to keep watching the strange pair; if they ran into trouble inside, she'd come to their aid, but for now she'd keep watch outside in case the escaped Terrestrial - or the Abyssal's anima - brought reinforcements. She ghosted forward to a new hiding place that would give her a better view of the building and the road but still hide her from the few curious onlookers who had arrived...
Stealth:[roll0]
Awareness:[roll1]
...and barely bit back a curse in time as she nearly ran into the back of another heavily armed stranger. Daiklaives? How many Exalted can there be in this half-a-pony town?

Grim ranger

2011-04-29, 12:51 AM

Spectre very nearly swings his blade around when Moon pokes him, but decides to restrain himself. Such small violation of his personal space is not worth fighting over... but it does not mean that he particularly enjoys it. Looking at the Lunar somewhat sourly, he steps further into the office after her. It certainly does look like the leader of this whole wretched enterprice has managed to flee when he has been fighting. That is rather unfourtunate.

"I am not your 'dear'", he says very curtly before turning to observe the room more attentively.

Awareness roll to notice Whisper
[roll0]

He does not, however, notice the another lunar sneaking in before Moon points the stranger out for him, at which point he brings his Grand Daiklave to his side, very apparently ready for combat. His anima banner still flaring, he cuts rather terrifying figure that not many would want to charge head-on...or at all.

"Lower your swords or prepare yourself for battle" he says clearly, his eyes narrowing. "If I must tear you to pieces, I shall".

Naki

2011-04-29, 01:37 AM

Looking between the two, and eying the obvious deathknight, "Oh, ah... I take it that you're not Terrestrials then..." He shifts a bit, looking back towards the door, "Though, that begs where they went."

He shifts his grip on his blades, mostly ignoring the Abyssal's threat, even waving it off as he spoke, "Yeah, yeah. I'll have to stitch myself together, all Deathknight style when you're done with me, right? Is there a chance you could possibly be a tad more creative with your threats? 'Rip and Tear!' is overdone, and yawn worthy," keeping a loose grip on his daiklaive, he brings his hand to his mouth in a mock-yawn, "See? Tired already."

Dropping his hand back down, he shrugs, "But given you're here, and Terrestrials aren't, I take it that anyone in charge has conveniently received a considerable advance warning - likewise, the rest of the village - and has taken off. Making this a mite bit difficult." Whisper sighed again, his arms hanging rather loosely, while the tips of his blades rested on the floor, "Too bad. I had hoped to resolve this matter quickly."

Grim ranger

2011-04-29, 01:50 AM

"I could make those threats reality... would that be creative enough for you?" he replies emotionlessly, hefting his weapon back onto his shoulder. "I am sure my former compatriots could have offered variety of more exotic means to slow your demise to crawl and capture your ghost so you could be tormented in the underworld for all eternity... But I have forsaken those ways. If I am to kill you, it will be quickly, cleanly and without spite".

Turning away from the man he shakes his head. "But you are no one I see good reason to harm, so I believe I do not have to resort to ending your life" he concludes, looking about at the room and finding it rather vacant of target he is here to destroy.

It is slightly annoying.

X15lm204

2011-04-29, 02:51 AM

"My my, quite the friendly little gathering we've got going here." Seeing no more point in hiding, Mitzi spoke up, stepping out if the shadows with s smirk and crossed arms.

"If you lot are trying to help the people of this village, sad to say you're not off to the best start. I'm sure it's what you're good at - Spectre, was it? - but if it was as simple as waltzing in and killing the overseers and slavers, don't you think someone would have done it already?"

"And you, kid, would do well to find out the little details like how the place works before walking blindly into a satrapy of the Realm, don't you think? Especially when you're not doing the best job at hiding that you're an Anathema - though at least you tried." Wish raised an eyebrow at Spectre.

"As for you..." She turned to Moon. "...Carry on."

Grim ranger

2011-04-29, 04:16 AM

Looking at yet another woman as she made her appereance, Spectre nearly frowns. Just how many exordinary inviduals can one backwater slaver compound draw in one day?

"I do whatever I can, but what I can do is not very much" he replies cryptically, making his way back out of the door without a second glance at any others present. "However, my presence here is no longer needed, so I must go find another target that deserves to be destroyed. That is my small way of helping creation".

Kobold-Bard

2011-04-29, 06:19 AM

Balance

Having dumped the intolerable slavemaster in a tavern and paid the tavernmaster just enough for him to portray a convincing safehouse attendant for a few days, Balance had told him to stay there until he heard news. He expected him to come back in a few days once he heard nothing from Leonard, but by then the Abyssal would be gone and he could get back to Yu-Shan (he was half tempted to place a curse on the Child of Ash for being so reckless, but that would probably just get him in trouble).

Once he was out of town Balance stowed Leonard away in Elsewhere and made sure their path wasn't traceable, and after bickering briefly with the God of the surrounding plains about food supplies he released his horse; preferring to walk back into town on foot.

Once there he will wait for the assorted supermen to leave the compound. When they do he will be sitting on a barrel and provide them with a slow, sarcastic clap as a reward.

They see a tall but thin man (not as tall as Spectre obviously) with shoulder length black braids tied back with a cord, wearing a black greatcoat with a dual line of green jade buttons down the front and black hiking boots.

Felyndiira

2011-04-29, 06:43 AM

The dawn caste has miraculously re-appeared. No matter; she seemed like she would stay for quite a while. Dream is considerably more amused at the now-confirmed death knight; it's been a long time since she had heard of a rebellious death knight trying to help creation, and so eagerly destroying its souls in the process. Probably the first, in fact - there was one other that she could faintly remember, but her true liege would not speak of Fallen Wolf in any light other than 'he is a traitor. Stay away.'

Maybe she could even watch when his resonance explodes in all of its splendid fury. That would be quite fun, indeed.

"Erm, did you create this mess?" she queried, turning to the dawn caste as she spoke. It was rather obvious how this whole thing started, but she just wanted to see how these people - particularly the solar - would react to such a silly question.

Grim ranger

2011-04-29, 07:47 AM

Even person like Spectre can admit to being surprised when yet another person appeared on the scene, but since she apparently focuses her attention on the woman that has just given him and the two lunars little self-important lecture, he mostly ignores her and begins to walk away...

...only to stop upon noticing a man sitting atop a barrel not far away, providing some very fitting sarcastic clapping. During a day like this, it really does feel that the creation just does everything it possibly can to mess with him in various manners. Fourtunately, he is not the type to get angered easily, or blood and body parts would have likely started to fly in all directions.

"What do you want?" he asks in completely neutral tone, his hood and helmet obscuring any possible reaction one might try to read from his face.

Kobold-Bard

2011-04-29, 07:59 AM

Balance

"Oh I merely wanted to congratulate you. As far as elaborate suicides go this is a hell of a try. Letting the Dragon-Blood go so he can lead the Immaculates over yonder right to you was a stroke of brilliance.

He jumps down from his barrel. Though I am curious why a man who chose to become a Deathknight rather than die has now decided he doesn't want to stick around anymore.

His tone is polite and non-confrontational; even slightly jovial in a Tom Bombadil sort of way, like he doesn't even notice the suffering/death around him.

IcarusWings

2011-04-29, 08:04 AM

Moon approaches Specter from behind..as slowly and silently as she could without him noticing..before poking him gently and whispering in his ear, "So...After you my strong companion?...or would you like me to go first?". However, before waiting for a response she gently squeezes by the abyssal to take in the view of the large office and of course the lack of anyone except her inside. Moon strides over to the desk where she notices the array of desk contents..as if someone had left in a hurry.
"Specter dear...seems we took too long getting here..they are gone. And by the looks of it..", she postulates out loud before stopping to begin a hunt for clues and details for her objective in particular-the source of the opium. Instead of being subtle in her search she reads what documents are in the vicinity of the desk before pulling out drawers and observing their contents then ransacking them.

Awareness roll for ze stealthy little whisper...and an investigation roll for my searching the place.
Awareness: [roll0]
Investigation: [roll1]

Most of the things contained in the desk are simply lists of accounts and petty letters, but your search does yield two items of interest. The first is a letter from the Guild addressed to the Master, dated to two weeks ago and reading the following:

It has recently come to our attention, that you have terminated our agreements as to Opium supply, moving to other sources. We at the Guild would like to remind you that, by the decree of both House Cynis and House Peleps and the affirmation of the Empress herself, all drug trafficking is restricted to official Guild channels. Our reach is long, and trouble always seems to mysteriously befall those who ignore our influence. We sincerely hope you realise the error of your ways and do not put yourself in a position where 'trouble' may come your way, revealing the identity of your alternate supplier so that we can settle our differences with them would certainly be an approved step to this appeasement. Please do not test the ire of ourselves and our benefactors.

Best of wishes
Saitin Cobbler, Trade Affairs representative of the Guild

The second item of interest is also a letter, dated to only three days earlier, however it scrunched and isolated in a corner of the desk, as if left behind unintentionally. It reads:

Our obstacles have been removed, and The Project may go forward. The Guild have become a nuisance and shall be dealt with, but in the meantime, ignore their threats. You have our protection and their threats are hollow.

The new batch of drugs should reach you in a few days, the new template should leave to increased efficiency, and speed up their work on The Project considerably.

Do not mess this up

The letter is not signed by a name, however the bottom is stamped with a seal that is quite clearly that of a Dynasty, but is not the seal of any of the current 11 Houses.

Grim ranger

2011-04-29, 10:11 AM

The deathknight barely stops himself from sighing. So a joker this time around. This is just great.

"I assure you, my own destruction is not my goal" he says bluntly, choosing to let the mocking slide. "As for my reasons to do what I do, I think I will keep them to myself. I have not made it a habit to spew out my lifestory to every stranger in the realm".

Turning his gaze away from Balance, he looks at the possible routes ahead of himself measuringly. "And since you are in no way relevant to my quest, I do not see much reason to entertain your curiousity".

Kobold-Bard

2011-04-29, 10:54 AM

Balance

"In no way relevant to your quest?" http://static.tsrfiles.co.uk/images/smilies/eek.gif "I'm hurt. I was planning to play the plucky comic relief that balances your brooding machismo. But if you're going to be like that I won't bother.

With that he straightens his coat and becomes much less sprite-like.

The Dragon-Blood you let live went east, most likely to a small Immaculate monastery that's out that way. I'd suggest you and your friends head in the opposite direction, I hear that Thousand Splinters was there, and I'm sure her repuation precedes her.

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@Icarus: If you have any problem with the locations/people I make up then say so and I'll edit them (I do try to keep them inconsequential). I haven't read the compass books so don't know what's really where.

And yes, Exalted can speak in smileys.

Grim ranger

2011-04-29, 11:06 AM

"I don't think so", he replies in same neutral tone, looking at the site his most recent battle took place not all that many moments ago. "He seems rather determined to take me down himself, so I doulbt that he will go to the Order. I have never worried much about them in any case, so I will carry on like I always have".

"And I am hard pressed to see why you categorize people I have met not ten minutes ago as my friends" he mutters, swinging his Grand Daiklave around himself in slow practice moves. "I did not come all this way to make friends: I came to seek the solar exalted. So unless some of you can point me to one, I believe we don't have much in way of common interests".

Meld

2011-04-29, 12:02 PM

Most of the things contained in the desk are simply lists of accounts and petty letters, but your search does yield two items of interest. The first is a letter from the Guild addressed to the Master, dated to two weeks ago and reading the following:

It has recently come to our attention, that you have terminated our agreements as to Opium supply, moving to other sources. We at the Guild would like to remind you that, by the decree of both House Cynis and House Peleps and the affirmation of the Empress herself, all drug trafficking is restricted to official Guild channels. Our reach is long, and trouble always seems to mysteriously befall those who ignore our influence. We sincerely hope you realise the error of your ways and do not put yourself in a position where 'trouble' may come your way, revealing the identity of your alternate supplier so that we can settle our differences with them would certainly be an approved step to this appeasement. Please do not test the ire of ourselves and our benefactors.

Best of wishes
Saitin Cobbler, Trade Affairs representative of the Guild

The second item of interest is also a letter, dated to only three days earlier, however it scrunched and isolated in a corner of the desk, as if left behind unintentionally. It reads:

Our obstacles have been removed, and The Project may go forward. The Guild have become a nuisance and shall be dealt with, but in the meantime, ignore their threats. You have our protection and their threats are hollow.

The new batch of drugs should reach you in a few days, the new template should leave to increased efficiency, and speed up their work on The Project considerably.

Do not mess this up

The letter is not signed by a name, however the bottom is stamped with a seal that is quite clearly that of a Dynasty, but is not the seal of any of the current 11 Houses.

Moon picks up the two letters reading several times from top to bottom looking quite troubled, while the others near her talked. "I..cant be reading this right...they crossed the guild to..get drugs from another source..Either they are truly stupid or..", Moon whispered to herself in her native tongue before noticing the close resemblance of the seal to a dynastic seal but not one of any current house. "Things always seem to just get more and more complicated.", she continued before sitting down in the desk chair and looking around the room as if she just awoke from a dream. Before realizing that another two people had joined her and the moonsilver armed traveler while Specter had left.
...This seems like the start of a really horrible joke... she thought, while looking over the three other people in the room. ..Well he is definitely a lunar..or at least an exalted to be wielding twin daiklaives in a reverse grip, while the others... she paused mentally, looking over the other two and taking in their details before continuing, the white haired one...seems to be alittle..too sure of herself while the other..either has a thing for the white haired one or..is hunting her... Moon then sighed, gently massaged the back of her neck, and made a mental note to keep an eye on the two other woman before pocketing the letters and following Specter outside to inform him of what she found.
She walked briskly to catch up to him before uttering in low realm, "Specter, I found some information on a possible le-". Moon paused when she realized that he was talking to yet another person before continuing, "..Nevermind..This might be best said when the two of us are alone Specter...Also..who is this?" she points to the new "arrival" near a barrel.

Kobold-Bard

2011-04-29, 12:17 PM

Balance

"I'm no one apparently, the big man said he doesn't want anyone to get in the way of his brooding manliness. And I knew you were understating your friendship with these people, look how readily she comes to confide in you."

Grim ranger

2011-04-29, 12:33 PM

Surpressing small spark of annoyance, Spectre looks at Moon passively before returning his attention to Balance. "I do not have friends. Friends are a luxary only the living possess. I shed such things when I gave up my name and fate. What she decides to do is her own desicion".

Pulling his hood slightly forward to shield himself better from the merciless sun, he continues. "I confess I am becoming curious of your identity, though... I have not heard of any travelling clowns so close to this place".

IcarusWings

2011-04-29, 01:41 PM

Loving though their talk is, Spectre and Balance's conversation is interrupted by a great scream of pain from one of the fields. One of the slaves runs towards the group, with a stumbling lurch. It's the slave that Whisper spoke too earlier. He opens and closes his mouth repeatedly, as if unable to find the words to express his horror, but finally gets up the willpower to moan T-the Opium, i-it's different this time, it f-feels wrong! It hurts! He clutches himself and sinks to the floor, beginning to writhe in pain. He turns his head upwards to the sky, eyelids closed, he grasps Balance's leg. H-hep me, i-it hurts.
His eyes snap open, revealing hard blank balls, devoid of any irises or pupils, just pure white. His grip on Balance slackens, and he goes limp on the floor. Dead.

Elsewhere in the fields, more wails cry out, as slaves collapse at their work, leaving every single one of them pale, cold, and lifeless. Dead.

Kobold-Bard

2011-04-29, 01:49 PM

Balance

Balance is about to make up some bull**** about being a God of one of the slave huts, but as the deaths begin he pulls out his checklist from before, and these men don't seem to be on it. Not that that means it wasn't their time, just that he wasn't told about it.

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@Icarus: Is there a way for me to comunicate with Yu-Shan to find out? Hell, is there a way for me to get back there? Because atm I'm not sure how I'm planning to do that either.

I really need to remember stuff from the books better :smallredface:

Meld

2011-04-29, 02:25 PM

That...is bad...really bad.., thought Moon as the slave's limp body fell to the ground and screams from the fields rang out. She then clutched the letters she found in the office tightly in her pockets before retrieving it from her person.
"....And that is what I came here to tell you about.", She half groans in low realm before striding over to the slave's body and pointing to his eyes before pointing to the letter with the dynastic seal in her palm.
"They received a shipment of a more powerful form of the drugs they use here. And.., Moon pauses to turn towards the body before her, "This is the result..".
Moon then kneels to close the eyes of the dead slave before saying a prayer for his soul in her native tongue."Specter.. this is only going to get worse..while I wouldn't normally ask for assistance from anyone..Who ever sent these drugs was also powerful enough to convince the locals to cancel their deals with the Guild and risk their ire.", Moon postulated, before rising from her kneeling position to face Specter.

Grim ranger

2011-04-29, 02:41 PM

Falling utterly silent upon seeing the seal on the letter, Spectre pulls down his hood and takes off his helmet to be extremely sure that he sees right. The seal in question is known to him, and known rather well as a matter of fact. He just never expected to see it again, but apparently surprises of colossal proportions happen still.

"Yes, he is indeed convincing enough to do that I imagine", the deathknight replies and balls his free hand into a gauntleted fist. "I know that seal, and it's owner is someone who cares little of the Guild. It belongs to one of the rulers of the underworld... a deathlord named The Manifold Wings of Unassailable Power. I know some things about him, as I fought against him while... while I was still in service of Mask of Winters, another deathlord".

Looking at the gathered Exalted, he speaks in low, terrifyingly cold tone. "His favourite tactic to strike against creation has always been through mind-breaking drugs. He even planned to strike against Thorns, but Mask captured it before he could make his move. I was sent to ruin his plans more than once during my service. I even killed one of his servants, Harbinger of True Oblivion. I believe he still bears some...resentment towards me for that".

For a moment, Spectre actually smiles grimly, showing pair of sharp teeth standing out from the rest in his mouth before continuing. "What is important is that he has decided to make his move here and now... I believe that I will have to seek out the source of his poison and destroy it just like before... However, I do believe that some allies would be necessary for such an endeavour".

Felyndiira

2011-04-29, 06:06 PM

"Ooh, sounds like an important person," Dream commented; the death knight certainly explained the situation well enough, and the dawn that she was so adamant on following seemed to be a bit preoccupied at the moment. For now, she sneaked up and peered over the shoulder of the lunar, suddenly snatching the letter and peering - rather disinterestedly - at its contents.

She couldn't resist shooting an amusing smirk at the other death knight, along with a light-hearted joke - suddenly switching to high speech as she did so. "She sounds powerful, though. How are you going to seek out the source of her poison? Are you going to beat the tar out of the lesser opium until they spill where their boss lies?"

Sorry, the action is a bit out of character. I always have trouble roleplaying meetings (I had planned to start out already traveling with Horde's character, but circumstances had prevented that =p).

Stealth roll for sneak-letter grabbing (I think the mansion counts as a shadowy place. If not, subtract from the right):
[roll0]

Naki

2011-05-01, 03:36 PM

Whisper looked about as all of these Exalts had gathered, a fair bit more than he had expected - however, when Wish appeared, his gaze fell on her longer and held his interest longer than the others. There was something... familiar? Relaxing? No, he wasn't sure - something compelled him to take interest in the Solar, and he couldn't be sure why.

He wanted to slink back and fall away, but now, with this new feeling, he'd stay - intrigued by it and wanting to know more. He slipped away his blades, and stood a bit back from the others, watching as the scene unfolded before him.

He listened quietly, and took in what had just occurred - he couldn't simply just stand and watch as more people died, but the thought of facing off against a deathlord terrified him. He barely wanted to remain in the presence of the Deathknight, but what had been done to this village...

Whisper continued to stand quietly - contemplating the situation. There simply wasn't a way one could talk his way out of this matter; soft words and quick lies wouldn't stop a poison, let alone a Deathlord.

Sighing, he shrugged, "I suppose that you're implying that we aid you..."

X15lm204

2011-05-01, 09:29 PM

Watching a man - and then an entire village - die was by no means how Wish had expected this argument to end. Her attempts to quell the bickering men dying on her tongue, she hesitantly stepped forward to examine the corpse. She searched the man for any signs of life; finding none, she gently closed his eyes.

This was an abomination. What had this village died for? Not conquest, nor riches, nor revenge, and certainly not justice - these people had simply lived their lives as best they could, then were poisoned like rats, and with as little concern.

But the deathknight knew who was responsible. There was someone to be punished, and a means to keep this from happening again. Wish breathed deeply to clear her head as she listened to him explain. Once she had cooled off enough, certain other implications occurred to her.

This was starting to look more and more like a trap. The timing was too perfect - both of their arrival and of the deaths of the villagers, occurring nearly in perfect unison. So many "Anathema" being led to the town, one way or another, right before couldn't possibly be a coincidence. They had likely been placed there to take the blame - and considering her own ill luck and the general perversity of fate, Wish felt the odds of a band of Dragon-Blooded arriving to see them within moments climbing steadily. They had better get moving quickly.

"You said you were looking for a Solar, did you not? My name is Thirteenth Wishful Thinker, and if your aim is to prevent this from happening again..." Channeling just enough Essence to cause her caste mark to glow brightly for a moment, she she stood, turned around, and looked the Abyssal in the eye. "...Then you will have my aid."

"I hope you'll let me work with you on matters of stealth, however," she muttered.

Wish looked at each of the others - noting that yet another woman had slipped her way into the group unnoticed - and cleared her throat to summon her voice of command, nevermind that it had been years since she'd had the opportunity to use it. "We need to move out immediately, before a pack of Immaculates can show up to blame this monstrosity on us. Is there any indication from the documents you've found that could tell us where to go next?"

Grim ranger

2011-05-02, 04:38 AM

Casting his gaze upon Dream first, Spectre does not seem to be the least bit amused, his face unmoving as that of a statue. "I do not see anything particularly humorous in this situation. And interrogating lesser minions is unlikely to give results, since he has always been very careful to keep on the move and hiding after the incident at Thorns. If he wouldn't, Mask of Winters would find him and destroy him".

Looking at Whisper from the corner of his eye, he shakes his head. "I am not implying anything. If you have the wish or reason to join me in quest of taking down Wings, your assistance is welcomed. If you do not, I will find others to aid myself, even if seeking such inviduals out might take time".

Turning his attention to Wish, he listens to her as she speaks... and is struck by somewhat of a surprise as she reveals her caste mark. To find one of the champions of Unconquered Sun here, when he has sought them out for quite some time now... Perhaps he can have some luck even in midst of this cursed existence.

Doing something rather surprising, the deathknight drops down to one knee in front of Wish, lowering his gaze to the ground in respect. "Chosen of the Sun... I have sought your kind out in this world for some time now, but my search has been fruitless until this moment. There are many things that I wish to speak with you about".

Raising back to his feet, he keeps his gaze lowered still as he continues. "But time for talking is later. Now is time for us to leave this place, as you said. There is nothing but death remaining here, and a way to thwart further attrocities such as this is, without doulbt, elsewhere. We can think about our next move after we are far away from here to avoid those who will likely come to see what happened in this place".

Meld

2011-05-02, 03:45 PM

Moon closed her eyes and sighed while resisting the urge to turn around and slap the trickster, before contemplating mentallyThis is no time for games... Opening her eyes she look around at the scarred compound before casting her gaze upon the assembled group and sighed.

A solar...a moonsilver armed exalted who is more than likely a lunar..a former deathknight..and two that haven't revealed who or what they are..Moon thought to herself before sighing and muttering to herself in foresttongue, "This seems like the start of a truly horrible bar joke."

Moon watched as the deathknight dropped to one knee, explained his purpose, and then suggested that we move on. "Yes, lets hurry I would rather not be caught here by the authorities-least of all the wyld hunt." Moon paused to look at Specter before continuing, "Don't think your going anywhere without me though..The way you fight is impressive but you lack any real subtlety."

Kobold-Bard

2011-05-02, 04:15 PM

Balance

"Yeah, being anathema must suck."

The braid-haired man begins rooting through his coat pockets, dropping to the floor all manner of things; a spinning top, a silver watch, pens, a small coin purse, a glass eye, a handful of feathers, the sit goes on. He digs deeper and deeper into them (yelping when he apparently stabs himself with a knitting needle) until he finally has a eureka moment and, slightly cheering himself, pulls out a small glass spider, about the size of his palm.

Blowing gently on it it judders into life, and he whispers something at it. Once complete he gives a huge wind up, and threw it into the sky, where it zoomed off into the distance.

Satisfied he begins picking the contents of his pockets up and returning them to their former home (except the knitting needle, which he glares at and throws away).

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Use Efficient Secretary Method (2 personal essence) to ask "Were these mass slave deaths supposed to occur at this time." And yes, the pocket thing is my attempt at a stunt :smallredface:

Felyndiira

2011-05-02, 10:52 PM

"There's no need to be that solemn. Even in a tense situation, you'd be surprised at what a smile can do to your conviction." Dream spoke honestly this time, with no hint of mockery or childishness in her voice. The other death knight was too tense, she thought - true, going against a death lord is almost like signing a death warrant for yourself, but is not keeping a positive attitude even more important in such a sorrowful situation?

Conveniently, she forgot all about the dying peasants that were scattered around them. Or perhaps she just paid them no mind in the first place? Regardless, hearing the solar's decision, she was quick to chime her response as well. "If you're looking for allies, though, I can lend you my aid. It should be rather interesting if we don't provoke the wyld hunt on us."

IcarusWings

2011-05-02, 11:47 PM

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Use Efficient Secretary Method (2 personal essence) to ask "Were these mass slave deaths supposed to occur at this time." And yes, the pocket thing is my attempt at a stunt :smallredface:

After a wait of a few seconds, the glass spider poofs into existence, floating right by Balance's hand. It lands on his arm, and scuttles up it to Balance's ear, relaying the message from Yu-Shan in the droning voice of one of the higher up officials in the Convention on Endings.
We have checked the Loom repeatedly, and find no evidence of what you're asking. No mass thread loss has been detected, and no deaths have been reported. Are you sure it was not some sort of illusion effect? Possibly a Raksha in the area?

The Convention on Endings will investigate this matter.

Grim ranger

2011-05-03, 05:43 AM

"Subtlety is not my forte. I am a warrior, not an assassin. Why you would care whenever I was detected or not is beyond me, though" he replies, casting emotionless look at Moon before hefting the Grand Daiklave back onto his shoulder. "Smiles and laughter are for the living, faint things that will be crushed along the passage of time. There was a time when I possessed them, but those days are gone forever".

His long grey cloak covering most of his armour and weaponary, the Abyssal begins to walk away from the compound, apparently done with sharing for the time being. "Now, we should move. There is nothing left for us here, and introductions can wait for moment or two".

Kobold-Bard

2011-05-03, 06:14 AM

Balance
"Well, that was unexpected."

Reclaiming his knitting needle Balance prods one of the dead slaves a few times, to see if anything happens.

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Awareness + Perception would it be to look for Raksha?

[roll0] = 1 success.

Edit: Never mind I guess.

What would I roll to look for illusiony magic? Wits/Occult
or something?

Naki

2011-05-03, 03:00 PM

Whisper stood solemnly, letting the fellow Lunar and Solar deal with the deathknight, rather than getting involved directly. As Wish made the suggestion to move on, it felt different to Whisper - less a suggestion, more a command, one he didn't wish to deny.

"I agree, Wish," The nickname came out as familiar, feeling right and natural to the Lunar, he shook his head, "We should move on before more appear to find us."

He started to move, before Spectre spoke again, "Subtlety is not my forte. I am a warrior, not an assassin. Why you would care whenever I was detected or not is beyond me, though." The words were foolish, it didn't take an intelligent man to see such a thing.

He stopped, and turned, interrupting the Abyssal before he could continue, "While subtlety may not be a personal strength, you would do well to keep it in mind while traveling with others. We do not all appreciate the thin veil of anonymity we possess to be broken because a single man cannot think beyond his own personal world. We do not revolve around you, and you requested Wish's aid - not the other way around. Perhaps you'd do well to keep that in mind..."

He narrowed his eyes as the Abyssal began to speak again, turning away, "It seems however, that we do agree on one point."

Grim ranger

2011-05-04, 11:55 AM

Narrowing his eyes in return, Spectre lookes at Whisper with glare that could likely make even fae pale. "I asked if any of your would be willing to aid me in taking the fight to a deathlord, yes. I requested nothing. Expecially not your commentary."

His eyes holding great deal of surpressed threat in them, the Abyssal stays unmoving, glaring at the lunar. "My 'personal world', you say? Stop trying to impress or intimidate me or her, and listen... And I will tell you everything about my world, pup".

Slamming his Grand Daiklave point-first to the ground in shockingly furious gesture completely at odds with his otherwise calm demandeour, he taps his armoured finger against the blade, procuring not chime of metal but quiet, tortured screeches. "My world, as you call it, is place beyond death. I was ripped into that world because I wished revenge on my killers. Because I hoped to protect my loved ones from my own fate. And at the end of it? They all died anyhow. I lost everything I had in one night, and from there it was nothing but slavish servitude and loss after loss for me. Do you think that it would be easy to lose your freedom? Name? Perhaps your very self? That world is one in which there was no escape from the servitude of cruel masters, where I got to watch the very creation slowly caving in on itself. It is a world where life, freedom or morality have no meaning".

His hands clench into armoured fists, his eyes now match the flare of unholy fire still dancing around his form. "I did everything that I could to get away from my world, as you call it, and from there on I have not thought about myself in single day. I have seen what lurks beyond the treshold leading into the realm of the dead, and I will do everything to protect the Creation from those dwelling beyond it... Or those perpetuating injustice within it. And now, when I have finally found a goal truly worthy of sacrifice, an enemy deserving the pain and suffering I can inflict upon my foes, and try to gather others to fight the threat as well... You think that I cannot see beyond my world. Well, here is something you are obviously unaware of: Creation was my world. And I will give everything I am to defend it. Everything I am is focused into that single goal, and I revolve around it and it only."

Yanking the massive sword out of the ground again, Spectre turns around so quickly that his cloak flares behind him. "I am servant of the Creation as a whole now. Nothing revolves around me, because I am nothing. If you think that I care about or wish for anyone to notice me any more than it takes to defend the creation from it's enemies, then you are a much bigger fool than I took you for...pup."

With that, he begins to walk away from the compound.

Kobold-Bard

2011-05-04, 12:16 PM

Balance

"Wow, stirring speech. Almost sympathetic even, if you believe that people can be saved from death. Which they can't, fyi. Though you could do with a little humility; assuming you are the resident expert on the underworld and the bane of servitude & scorning those who might aid you will come back to bite you eventually. How do you know she isn't 900 years old and a veteran of a dozen necrotic incursions, hmm?

That said I'll be coming with you for a while at least, you'll be pleased to hear. It seems our businesses overlap at the present moment.

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Perception + Occult = 5 dice.

[roll0] = 4 successes.

IcarusWings

2011-05-04, 12:33 PM

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Perception + Occult = 5 dice.

[roll0] = 4 successes.

You notice nothing out of the ordinary

Naki

2011-05-04, 02:24 PM

Whisper sighs and slowly claps as the Abyssal finishes his lengthy, and entirely unnecessary speech, "You are very good at storytelling, and apparently dodging the request in question."

Whisper shrugged, "Although you may not be able to understand the nuance in that undead brain of yours, 'requesting', and 'asking' aren't all that different." He cleared his throat, crossing his arms, "However, I honestly don't care that you don't care if you bring the Immaculates down on us, but I'm sure we do. You can't simply answer every attempt with 'glowering evilly' and 'bisecting men in two'. Eventually, there will be a powerful enough Terrestial that can, and will pose danger to us, or they will overwhelm us in numbers. Especially if you continue along this path.

"If you wish aid, you will have to give a bit, instead of spitting vitriol and insult to get it. You've done nothing but puff your chest, beat it hard and spew threats since I appeared, you're becoming less and less impressive the more you speak. But, if you're done glaring angrily, and attempting to intimidate me into cowing to you, I'm sure we have better places to be."

Grim ranger

2011-05-04, 02:34 PM

Calming himself down with somewhat of an effort, he stops and turns back to look at Whisper. "As said, I know nothing about stealth... my talents were honed in other areas, and I was never meant to be subtle or being able to travel without standing out from the crowd. Your concerns about Immaculate Order might be rather right ones... But I have no idea how I could hide from common people, let alone that dogged hunters".

Pressing the tip of his weapon against the dirt, the Abyssal seems to sigh. "Trust me, I am very well aware that I am not very impressive in great deal of things. It is like second nature to me by now... I guess that is what dying did to me, personally. For all it is worth, I apologize for my behaviour".

Bowing his head slightly at Whisper, he looks at his weapon. "My skill in arms is only thing that I can give to anyone... And even that is not much use for the time being".

One can almost taste the bitterness in his voice.

Naki

2011-05-04, 03:06 PM

Raising an eyebrow, Whisper looked around, to see if he had missed the giant Fire Dragonblood behind them, or something, "...That... worked?"

He shook his head, "Well... I mean, of course, it worked! I... uh... accept your apology... Mr. Ang- Uh, Yeah. I accept your apology." He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to sort out this turn of events, still confused by what exactly just happened, "...I'm sure someone can help you with the stealth thing. Though, I'm not exactly doing too hot myself today either..."

Shrugging, he headed away from the village at a quickened pace, having stood around for too long for his liking.

Felyndiira

2011-05-04, 06:43 PM

"You know, the best way to stay out of trouble with the order is sometimes the really simple things that you do," Dream smiled, chasing after the deathknight with a cloth that she secretly whisked from the stone mansion. "Your sword, for instance - a grand daiklave, right? Anyone could tell that it's a soulsteel blade and not a jade weapon. If you flash it whenever you see some bandits assaulting a villager, the order will be on your tail in no time at all."

"Maybe what we need is just a redecoration." Without waiting for the abyssal's answer, Dream swiftly tossed the cloth onto, half-shrouding it from view. Her voice gradually shifted to a rather coarse Low-Realm accent when she continued. "If ya covers it with an expensive-enough cloth, 'least people can mistake it for jade and ya may get away with calling yerself a fire-order or something. Yep."

Meld

2011-05-04, 10:47 PM

Moon stared and almost found herself wishing these two came to blows just to hit them both to get them to focus on the current task at hand. But..instead of coming to blows they defused themselves before coming to a possibly bloody fight. Either they are going to end up closer than brothers through battle...or they'll kill each other long before such a bond could be forged... Moon postulated mentally before sighing and finding herself slowly following the "pup" before continuing mentally, Either way..I could use the help and by the looks of it..they will need mine.

Turning around to back peddle, while following the young mans trail, she sees the unidentified woman standing near Specter with a cloth apparently trying to cover his weapon, "This is gonna get interesting." she wonders out loud in her native tongue before turning back around to catch up to the young man.

Moon, seeing that they were ahead of the others, began to stride faster to catch up to this unnamed man. By the time she reached within 5ft of him, she began to have a gleam of curiosity in her eyes as she studied him from behind, observing the way he walked, as well as the way he was armed. Reaching within arms reach of him, Moon extended her left arm to grasp his right shoulder before pulling herself closer to his ear and whispering, "What are you? Where did you come from? And how did you get those daiklaives?"

X15lm204

2011-05-05, 04:05 AM

Wish couldn't help but snort in surprise and amusement as the two posturing men suddenly broke off and apologized to each other. Would wonders never cease?

While the group hurried off, Wish watched the (most recent) newcomer throw her cloth over Spectre's Daiklave, considering how do deal with the Abyssal's state as quite the proud nail. "Making you look like a Dynast or even an Outcaste could work to keep the suspicion of common folk off of us, but it won't hold up if we have to speak with any real ones...unless the rest of us could take similar disguises... I wonder if you could learn a trick to hide the blade like I have...

"Regardless, I would be happy to give you some basic training in how to avoid notice. Dawn though I may be, I was a thief before I was a warrior." She pursed her lips for a moment. "With that in mind, I'd appreciate it if you'd consider giving me some tips on how to properly swing one of these monstrosities-" she pats the now-covered daiklaive "-in return."

"One more matter." Wish reached out and put a hand on the strange young woman's shoulder. "While I can't fault you for appearing out of nowhere without hypocrisy, I don't believe you've introduced yourself, miss."

Grim ranger

2011-05-05, 07:44 AM

Nodding to Dream, the deathknight sets to covering the blade of the enormous cleaver from sight, carefully covering the dark metal and tying the cloth by it's corners, so that it less likely to be pulled loose unintentionally. The handle is dark as well, but still more likely to be passed off as that of normal weapon... Or so he hopes.

"If to comes to disguises, I shall let you do the talking in any case, child of the Sun", he replies to Wish. "It is more likely to work than letting me speak for myself, since people usually notice something odd in my voice. Must be the fact that I am not really alive that causes that..."

Listening as the Dawn caste makes her suggestion about training, Spectre shrughs his broad shoulders slightly. "If it can be done, I would appreciate it. And if you truly wish to learn what I can teach to you, I would be only too glad to pass on what little I know about the art of the blade".

Naki

2011-05-06, 12:15 PM

Whisper pulled away a bit as Moon nearly crawled up him, "Whoa, lots of questions, let's handle them one at a time." He stroked his chin for a moment, as if thinking, "Let's see. The daiklaives are from a friend - or, at least, someone I thought of as a friend."

He keeps walking and continues the thoughtful chin-stroking, "Where I'm from, well - that's easy enough. The North, much like I assume the rest of us are. I might not dress like it all the time," He gestured to his open coat, "but I am fairly acclimated to the weather here. Likely through no fault of my own..."

He dropped his hand, and shrugged as he came to the first - or last - question: "As for what I am; isn't that ruining the best part of the surprise? A bunch of new people with mixed qualities, and even mixed exaltations, in our case." Whisper looked to Moon and shrugged again, "But, if you insist..." He paused a moment, waiting for her answer.

Meld

2011-05-06, 03:48 PM

"Yes, I do insist.", Moon paused before continuing, with a somewhat troubled look on her face partially covered by the hood of her cloak. "As so far..with an deathknight, A Solar and gods know what else the OTHER two are. At the rate we are going I am half expecting a deathlord to join our little group."

Stopping mid outburst to sigh, Moon massages the back of her neck with her left hand before passing her gaze to his eyes and keeping them there.

"..Lets try this again..", Moon paused to make sure he was paying attention, "You can call me Moon...What is your name? And what "type" of exalted are you? As either your a lunar..or your "friend" really wanted you to be lugging around a dead weight."

Waiting for his response, Moon's tail begins to slowly sway back in forth under her cloak.

Felyndiira

2011-05-06, 10:55 PM

"Oh, but it's quite easy to speak with an imperial," the girl giggled, turning her attention back to the dawn caste. With an exaggerated swaying as she turned her head toward the sky, she strutted toward the solar exalted and caricatured in a jocular tone. "Mooney. Moooooney? I have two million acres of land! Mooooney! I have two-hundred crates of opium and seven wives! I am better than you! Moooooney!"

"Regardless," Dream slowly dropped her acting, letting the last 'Moooney' hang in the air for a moment before bowing courteously to the solar exalted. "I apologize for not introducing myself...er, what's the right title to use? Dearest princess of the earth? My name is Dream, a simple journey-woman with a serviceable mastery with the art of the sword. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Grim ranger

2011-05-09, 08:54 AM

"Perhaps introductions can wait until we are in more secure location?" Spectre asked, looking around. "Someone is bound to notice a mass grave like this sooner or later, and it could be difficult to explain away if we are still here when they do".

Naki

2011-05-10, 07:18 AM

Whisper laughs, and shrugs, "Fine, fine. You are correct - I am Whispering Bloody Wolf; Whisper is fine, however. I am, indeed, a Lunar, as you suspected - of the Full Moon caste. But really, was it the daiklaives, or the moonsilver on my chest that gave it away? I thought my tattoo surely gave it away. Hiding the damn thing is impossible." The lunar shrugged, as Spectre spoke up.

"Yes, that's what we're doing, perhaps you could keep up with us?" He quipped as he continued heading away from the village.

Meld

2011-05-10, 11:35 AM

Moon's tail stops midsway on hearing Whisper's answer before she responds,"It was the daiklaives that gave you away." pausing to smile and turning her attention to the rest of the group.
"Lets get out of here before anything else happens.", Moon postulated out loud, before turning to follow Whisper with her tail swaying back and forth under her cloak.

IcarusWings

2011-05-12, 02:57 PM

As the Circle move out, leaving the devestation and death behind them, they pass through seemingly endless fields of toiling slaves and harsh overseers, silhouetted against the sunset, seemingly oblivious to the horrible fate bestowed upon their fellows just a few miles away. This view persists until the Circle are well out of the province.

Night has fallen by the time you reach a suitable place to camp, and if you look up, you can see dozens of stars, slowly winking out one by one, replaced a simple pitch black voids, seeming to be sucking out all the light from around them. Only one light still shines in that dark wound, seeming to shine all the brighter from the loss of those around it, and yet still struggling against the shadow.

It is time to rest. Tomorrow is a new day, a day to act and plan and continue. Tomorrow is a new dawn.

Kobold-Bard

2011-05-14, 04:54 AM

Balance

As the circle moves out, Balance whispers thanks to his predecessors for breaking the Mask, they became so engrossed in introductions they'd apparently forgotten he was even there.

He did ponder the introductions though; they were noticeably thorough and polite for people who's live were in danger, barely knew one another, and had been at each others throats moments before. All Solars (a Deathknight is just a Solar with too much make-up to him) and Lunars so they were all present during the First Age; perhaps they had been a circle once and those ancient bonds had resonated between them today, calming the tensions. Perhaps he too had been in their circle, and the meeting had been no accident. Hmm....

Regardless of his musing however he hadn't been ordered back to Yu-Shan, which (annoyingly) meant he was probably expected to follow this illusion of death up. So as the circle moved he moved with them, but apart from them, checking the nooks and crannies of the slave-lands for clues.

As night fell however, Balance was concerned by the failing stars and so sent another information request to check whether that too was an illusion.

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Awareness + Perception:

[roll0] = 2 successes

Perception + Occult:

[roll1] = 1 success

Efficient Secretary Method: 2 Personal Motes.

Edit: I really need to invest in an investigative Exellency.

And do people need to roll against Arcane Fate?

Grim ranger

2011-05-14, 09:40 AM

The day's events have been both confusing and relieving for him. Whilst it is true that he now has more enemies than ever and is en route to face old foe of unimaginable strenght once again, things are better than they have been for a while. Now, he has allies. Not very trusting allies yet, true, but allies still. Perhaps even people he could in time call...friends?

The neverborn whisper angrily in his mind at the thought, and he banishes it. Friends are for the living, but even dead men can still have allies. Dead men can still drag monsters and other dead back to their graves. Even dead men can make a difference.

As the weary group halts to make camp, Spectre places his great weapon leaning against a rock, sitting down and looking at his newfound allies thoughtfully. There is much he needs to learn, from them and from Creation itself... But for now, he needs to rest. Even the half-dead like himself need to slumber every now and then... And the battle with the dragon-blooded has taken some of his strenght, even if he will never admit it.

Removing his hood and helmet, Spectre scratches some of the dried blood around his caste mark away before abandonning the pointless endeavour and resolving to merely rest. The first rays of the sun will wake him quite well... If his dark dreams will not do it first.

Leaning against the rock, he crosses his hands over his chest and closes his eyes.

Further planning can wait until tomorrow.

Meld

2011-05-14, 09:27 PM

Allies..it had been a long time since Moon had traveled with more than just an associate..never mind anyone she was able to trust enough to fall asleep near. Though, there was something a tad bit calming as she traveled with these five, out of the fields of slaves and their masters, towards the more undeveloped portions of the province. Maybe a past connection of some sort? No, Moon had not met any of them before this point..or maybe she no longer felt like she needs to keep her guard up.

As Moon continued to walk with the others and night began to fall, her eyes began to glimmer slightly and as they continued on the glimmer began to look more akin to tears. Finally reaching a place to camp for the night, Moon quietly walked over to an unpopulated portion of the camp before removing her weapons from her back and pushing her back against an tree. Then sliding down before sitting on the ground near the base of the tree and placing her weapons beside her.

Moon remained silent, looking at the patch of dirt in between her legs as the others took their own places amongst the camp. Only seconds had passed before, one could barely make out what looked like small droplets of water falling from her face. Moon's mind was filled with thoughts of home and of the family and friends that were exterminated because of her actions almost half a world away.

With these thoughts being addressed, she found herself beginning to fall asleep easier than she had for the past months. Before finally reaching the very edge of consciousness, Moon's thoughts turned back to the business at hand and finally to dreams of happier times.

Naki

2011-05-18, 07:20 AM

Whisper sat down against a stone and watched as the others settled as well. He had long since abandoned his half-disguise, his moonsilver tattoos rippling over his form as he settled down. He slowly traced his fingers over them, before looking up to watch Wish from across the scrag. His thoughts passed to his mentor - Flickering Moonlight Dancer - sighing, he considered what she had taught him about the Solars. That just like the Lunars, they numbered 300 - or did at one time, and that each Solar held an unbreakable bond with a single Lunar.

He couldn't stop thinking about Wish since he had laid eyes on her - she permeated his thoughts, and her commands seemed to hold a sway on him. Resting his arms against his knees, he stared down into the dirt, trying to sort out what had happened today. Was the Seneschal right in believing that every Lunar needed their Solar mate? The power she held over him with a simple command scared Whisper, in a way he hadn't felt in two years - not since before his exaltation. His freedom seemed to slip away if she commanded, a powerful hold over him. Was this the nature of the bond they held?

He shook his head and lifted his eyes again to watch the others - Spectre, the deathknight. He felt a degree of comfort in the fact that they weren't at each other's throats for the moment. He didn't want to resort to violence in dealing with a possibly superior opponent. He wasn't sure even his War form was enough to stand against the Abyssal. He slowly drew his eyes to Moon - the rest of their travel to the campsite was mostly silent, but having another Lunar nearby helped - it built his confidence a bit. Perhaps she knew more about the bond, and could help him sort out his thoughts later...

Whisper sighed again as he looked down at his hand, shaping his flesh, building claws from his fingers, before releasing the transformation and his flesh shifted back into the natural smoothness of his human shape. What about the other two? They were both strange, and hadn't been nearly as forthright as the rest - hiding something from the rest. He didn't trust them yet, he hadn't given him reason to.

X15lm204

2011-05-21, 02:54 AM

Marsday the 17th of Descending Fire, RY 768

New companions, new quest. I don't like this whole situation one bit - clearly a trap, but a trap for me or a trap for all of us?

Hope its the latter. It'd be nice to have people I can actually trust around again. Miss that, since, if nothing else. Still, not going to get too comfy just yet.

Spectre must be new to the whole deal; had no instincts to hide. Hopefully the talking to we gave him will stick until we're inevitably found by someone competent and the lesson gets pounded in properly. Can certainly swing that oar of his around though; maybe he can give me some tips to get through that block of mine.

Moon strikes me as odd. (How did she get named Moon? Really?) Very fast to seek friendships with dangerous strangers. Too fast? Hope not. Like her, so far. Witty, if strangely hesitant.

Know I've seen Whisper before. On the road? In Gethamane or Whitewall? A name is just out of reach. Certainly seems to know me, though. Could be a hunter. Don't think so, somehow, but watching my back around him.

Dream worries me. Didn't want to play our little game of trust. Reasons for that can't be good, now can they? Head in the clouds act could be a cover for anything. Going to take a good bit more before I trust her with more than I already have.

Balance doesn't share our reasons, said as much without hesitation, but threw in his lot anyway. If he's working for who I think he is, wouldn't be socked if he turned on us at the first opportunity. May be pleasantly surprised, but not holding my breath.

Huh. Am I just getting too paranoid? Looking for more enemies when I've got plenty already - that's exactly what I'm trying to put a stop to. Off to a great start, aren't I? Might be better to give them the benefit of the doubt for now, try and talk them round even if they don't turn up friendly. Worth the risk, to get the ball rolling? I'll think it over.

Still going to be watching for a dagger in the back, though.

The day's first light found Wish already awake and practicing with a sword so massive she could only have pulled it from Elsewhere. To those who knew blades, her swings seemed slightly clumsy and telegraphed, yet fast and brutal enough to make up the difference. She seemed to practice no single style, rather a cobbled-together mess of moves from several different traditions. One might also have noticed she seemed to move her own body even more than the blade, dashing around unpredictably and dragging it along in her wake, using its momentum as much as her own strength to power its strikes.

As the sun finished rising and her new companions prepared for the day to come, Wish turned to Spectre, looking him up and down.

"You seem to know your way around that daiklave of yours; I wouldn't be at all surprised if you were better than me. Still, I'd like to know for sure." She hefted her own blade. "What would you say to a quick contest of skill?"

Grim ranger

2011-05-21, 04:08 AM

Dawn. The time that he had missed for long time during his servitude in Thorns and the underworld. Even though he was now an enemy of creation itself (or at least certainly looked the part), he still rose to greet the sun when it's rays reached his eyes. Carefully dusting and straightening his cloak, he looked at the sunrise, like he had since he escaped his pursuers. The pure light of the daystar hurt his blood red eyes and made him wish to find comfortable shadow to hide in, but he did not do so, nor averted his gaze.

Instead, he bowed his head in silent, respectful greeting. Though he knew that his soul was linked to the underworld and oblivion itself, he did not care. He had made his choice to turn away from such a path and serve the inhabitants of Creation the best he could... so the least he could do was to pay respect to it's rightful ruler.

Looking momentarily thoughtful as Wish made her inquiry, he turned at her and hefted his weapon. "If you wish so, I would have nothing against it" he replied, spinning the massive weapon around himself effortlessly. "I have met only one chosen of the sun in combat before, and back then it was not really a fight... I had others with me, and he was exhausted. This should be interesting".

Without further ado, he removed the cloth from around the blade and took his usual combat stance, holding his weapon in two-handed grip by his side. "You can start, if that is your wish".

X15lm204

2011-05-21, 10:24 AM

Wish grinned at him, filing away that little tidbit for later. "Pulled blows, Charm use per your own discretion, first to three touches?"

Without waiting for an answer, Wish sprinted forward before stopping and twisting, letting her blade carry forward in a quick leg sweep.

Attack: (Dex 5 + M 3 + Spec 2 + Wep 3 - Pulled Blow 1) = 12
[roll0]

Note to ST and anyone paying attention: This is my first time using Exalted's combat system, so if you see me doing anything wrong, please tell me ASAP.

Grim ranger

2011-05-21, 11:15 AM

The strike Wish launched at him was quite perfect, a warrior's work of art that no mortal man could have evaded... or at least, the mortal men that could have done so were very few in number. It was almost a crying shame to intercept such a beautiful move, and usually it would have been impossible to boot.

But not to him.

Changing his grip on his own blade, Spectre spun it around his back with only one hand and making seemingly impossible block, the two weapons clashing with rather distinct sound.

"Quite impressive", he commented calmly while forcing her blade back, spinning around to test her defences with a strike of his own.

Yeah, going for Death-Deflecting Technique on this one, simply because he is proud, proud deathknight :smalltongue:

Personal pool is at 13 motes after this, peripheral pool and willpower still full

Making one attack (and pulling the blow on that one).

[roll0]

X15lm204

2011-05-21, 09:31 PM

It seemed she hadn't underestimated the deathknight after all - Spectre's deceptively simple swing had been positioned perfectly to cut off nearly any avenue of escape, and only the fastest and/or craziest of opponents would try to take advantage of the one opening it had left.

Why not? If she was just a little bit faster...

Feeling her Essence swirling through her body, speeding her legs and holding her balance steady, Wish sprang into motion, dashing ahead of the sweeping blade, just outracing it as she spiraled forward. The moment she got inside the blade's reach, she popped up to jab her pommel into his face.

Using Third Dodge Excellency to dodge: Personal Essence 0/4 (+12 Attuned to artifacts)

Attack: [roll0]

Grim ranger

2011-05-22, 05:33 AM

Not seeming particularly surprised when Wish made her move, Spectre merely leaned his helmeted head to the side, allowing the blow to pass by harmlessly. As the strike missed him, he struck two blows towards her with the shaft of his own weapon, aiming to push her back.

Thank oblivion for good dodge DV. Doing a flurry of two attacks, pulling both blows as usual.

[roll0]
[roll1]

IcarusWings

2011-05-24, 01:48 PM

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Awareness + Perception:

[roll0] = 2 successes

Perception + Occult:

[roll1] = 1 success

Efficient Secretary Method: 2 Personal Motes.

Edit: I really need to invest in an investigative Exellency.

And do people need to roll against Arcane Fate?

You receive no indication of any illusion magic, and the fates of your companions seem strong and free enough to completely ignore your Arcane Fate. What a curious phenomenom.

Kobold-Bard

2011-05-24, 01:49 PM

... the fates of your companions seem strong and free enough to completely ignore your Arcane Fate. What a curious phenomenom.

:smallfrown:

IcarusWings

2011-05-24, 01:57 PM

Your Secretary also chirps up with something, almost like he forgot to mention it in a post, curiously enough. All of the inverted stars are the strands of fate of the members of a certain Village in the Slave Provinces.

Meld

2011-05-27, 11:02 PM

"Yes, mother..I'll be inside in just a moment.", Moon whispered in her native tongue while still roaming the pleasant dreams she began the night before. Although her face was still covered and held at an angle towards the ground, Moons appeared to show a eager smile that had not been used in quite some time while in her sleep.

"Pulled blows, Charm use per your own discretion, first to three touches?", Moon heard woman's voice say amongst her dreams. "No, I do not want to play tag..", Moon whispered in response to this new voice, while adjusting her position against the tree and shifting her head to face the general direction from which the voice came.

Just as she seemed to drift further into her dreams, she heard the sound of rapid movement. To which her eyes lazily opened, seemingly shrugging off the moisture and dust that had developed the night before.

"Mmm..", Moon groaned as she awoke, rubbed her eyes, and stretched her arms above her head before realizing what was developing before her.

Did..I miss something here?, Moon pondered mentally while watching the hulking Spectre merely tilt his head to dodge Wish's pommel strike. ...Hopefully this is not going to end up with a corpse.., Moon thought to herself while the fight continued with Spectre's counter attack.

X15lm204

2011-05-28, 09:13 PM

oh **** it's been a week in the middle of my own fight

sorry guys i keep falling down all these family shenanigans and power outages

Spectre's counter lashed out so quickly as to shame the swiftest snake, but as he struck her image Wish merely grinned and vanished as though she had never been there at all.

"Where are you aiming?" she called out as she leapt towards Spectre from behind, rolling out of the way of his hasty warding strike in midair with easy grace and a casual disdain for the seeming physical impossibility of the move, and struck down with the flat of her blade with all her strength behind it.

Using Seven Shadow Evasion to dodge the first attack; Peripheral Essence at 36/39.
Second attack misses current DV of 6.

Attack: [roll0]

Grim ranger

2011-05-29, 11:39 AM

The flat of the blade smacked against the armour of Spectre, who looked at Wish with unreadable expression. It had been quite a while since anyone had landed a hit of any kind of him... At least those still amongst the ranks of the living, of course.

Seeming to pay no mind to idle chatter, the Abyssal instead took more wary posture, circling his opponent with predatory grace. Her strikes were rather accurate, and being hit more would not really win him this contest of skill.

Deciding to continue this cautious approach for the time being, Spectre struck out, his weapon cutting through the air with chilling hiss.

So yeah, took one hit from that one... I think she deserved to get it in. Making only one attack this time around, pulling the blow as per the norm.

[roll0]

X15lm204

2011-05-30, 04:43 PM

Such was her surprise that Spectre had allowed her to hit him so easily that Wish flashed away from his slash with but an instant to spare. Still, she was too late to save a few inches of her bangs; Wish caught the falling clump of white hair with a grunt of annoyance.

She winced as she realized that her caste mark was now glowing merrily on her forehead - if he was trying to tire her out, he'd be disappointed by how long it would take, but if they wanted to get anything done today it would help for her not to be glowing like a bonfire. Spectre had already impressed her plenty with his skill, and she felt confident she had done the same; time, then, to play for all the marbles, risk be damned.

She dashed forward and once more began to circle the deathknight, and, throwing caution to the wind, slashed out at him with an inverted hurricane of wild blows, seeming to attack from several directions at once.

SSE to dodge, 6/39 Peripheral Essence spent.
Flurry of three attacks:
Attack 1: [roll0]
Attack 2: [roll1]
Attack 3: [roll2]

Grim ranger

2011-05-31, 03:04 AM

As fast as she was, the solar's strikes were nothing Spectre was not used to dealing with. His skill with the blade had been honed for years and years, and these days he had mastered the art very well. If there was one universal truth about battling warrior Abyssals, it was this: nothing got through their defences unless they were too weak to defend themselves or allowed it.

And when Wish lashed out with her wild strikes, they were met with storm of displined blocks creating shield of swinging soulsteel between the combatants. Even the main strike that would have doulbtlessly defeated the defences of nearly anyone by the virtue of unpredictability alone was blocked effortlessly, the blade batted aside in almost artistic sweep before it could touch his armour.

Deciding to finally go for match-ending attack, Spectre utilized his split-second advantage and lashed out once, the strike multiplying into four even as it was struck, spectral copies of Grand Daiklave apparently striking out of thin air all around Wish. It took true artist to pull a blow like this, but Spectre was beyond the capabilities of mere men, so none of the hits would cause harm to Wish even if they would strike her. This was merely contest of skill, after all.

Using Death-Deflecting Technique to stop the one attack that would get through parry DV. As for attack, activating Unfurling Iron Lotus and paying 8 motes for 4 strikes in total. All blows are pulled as usual.

Personal pool is at 2 motes after this, peripheral and willpower full.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

X15lm204

2011-05-31, 04:49 PM

holy **** there was a 15 in there on 14 dice

By the way, Unfurling Iron Lotus (and Peony Blossom Attack) have been erreta'd and no longer do that (SoE pp 18/55); they now let you attack everyone in three yards once. Time-Scything Technique should let you accomplish the same thing with a slightly different cost, though.
Not expecting so decisive a counterattack, Wish could only stop and stare as Spectre's causality-defying technique tapped her once on each arm, once on the back, and once on the neck. As each phantasmal blade but the one held to her throat faded away, she let out a low whistle.

"I need to learn how to do that."

She took a step back and bowed deeply to the deathknight, folding her daiklaive into Elsewhere. "I've had little opportunity to fight other Exalted. Good to have the reminder that I have a lot to learn, I think."

Grim ranger

2011-06-01, 02:23 AM

Since the ST has not mentioned anything about erratas being used, I simply went with what I read from Core rules. If they are mentioned in the future, I will of course follow them.

Pulling the Grand Daiklave from her neck, Spectre bowed equally deeply to Wish, apparently not even as much as warmed up yet. Of course such a thing might be very hard when one hovered on line between life and death, so he was somewhat of a exceptional case.

"We all have much to learn... On different paths" he replied, pressing the tip of his weapon against the ground and pausing to watch the sunrise coming into it's brilliant conclusion. It still hurt his eyes, but it was a pain he could accept gladly. "Though some thing that one learns one might wish not to have learned at all" he finished, making a small bow towards the sun.

Naki

2011-06-02, 05:11 AM

Whisper grumbled to himself as he rolled over, covering his heads with his arm as the sounds of Wish and Spectre's training rang over the campsite. The lunar curled up into a ball, ignoring the sounds, not considering the source, and perhaps not wanting to get involved if it was something else.

He groaned again as he rolled over, and half opened his eyes, squinting as the morning sunlight touched his eyes, "Uuuugh." Sitting up, he stretched, grimacing as his back popped - a symptom of sleeping on the ground, and against a stone. Scratching his chest, he stood, wobbly enough, before he gained his legs and was awake more fully.

He looked about the camp, noting Wish and Spectre, as well as Moon were awake already. He wandered the camp idly, in an attempt to wake himself and get his bearings again, before stretching again with a yawn.

"Morning," he fixed his daiklaives into his belt, and adjusted his jacket, "So, whats our plan for today..?"

Meld

2011-06-02, 05:02 PM

A duel? Eh..., Moon pondered before tilting her head and eying Wish and Spectre with a surprised look on her face, Well its better than having to clean up if the two of them were trying to kill each other.

Just as Moon was about to say something to the pair, she noticed movement in another part of the camp and found herself watching Whisper get up and stretch his legs. Guess this means we will be getting ready to head out soon.., Moon postulated before deciding to triple check her things and placing her weapons back on her person.

Watching Whisper yawn and ask,"Morning, so whats the plan for today?". Moon found herself chuckling at Whisper's apparent soreness from sleeping against a stone before responding,"Maybe a bite to eat before the others wake up? Or more practice duels for them?, Moon pointed toward Spectre and Wish before finishing.

IcarusWings

2011-06-06, 11:29 PM

After the short morning spar, everyone seems to have woken up sufficiently to start making a move. Still unsure of directions to be headed, you follow a dirt-beaten track, visible only due to the receded snow. The morning is fine although a cold breeze permeates the air, and rays of the Daystar are still bursting over the horizon in a scarlet corona, dancing off the clumps of remaining snow.

The track winds around the landscape, but encounters no major obstacles. But after you have walked for about an hour, up ahead (200 yards or so), you see a moving caravan, surrounded by people, and dragging what seems to be a large metal cage behind it.

X15lm204

2011-06-07, 12:52 AM

It seemed the plan to find a more secure spot to camp would have to be put on hold. Wish slowed her pace considerably, glancing back at her companions.

"I don't like the looks of this..."

What sort of caravan would be dragging such a cage? Beast traders? Slave takers? She sincerely doubted this caravan had innocent intentions.

Wish slid a hand over her brow to block the sun and studied them carefully before she made any reckless decisions.

Just looking for anything blatantly obvious, I suppose. Having someone else join in the examination - someone with a Perception+Awareness pool of more than 1 - cant hurt. :smallbiggrin:

Grim ranger

2011-06-07, 08:36 AM

Halting as Wish does, Spectre checks that his armour and the blade of his enormous sword are both covered by cloak and tied fabric respectively before he casts his gaze at the approaching caravan, the inhumanely accurate sight of the Abyssal seeking out every possible details that might give him clues as to the purpose of the caravan...And expecially the large cage dragged behind it. He is ready for combat as always, but perhaps it is prudent to try to glean a bit more about the approaching caravan before starting indiscriminate slaughtering.

We really need to decide if we are going to speak in past or present tenses, and settle for one. This is getting confusing :smalltongue:

Anyway, rolling Awareness + Perception

[roll0]

IcarusWings

2011-06-08, 12:06 PM

Only read the spoilers for your name, it's not too big a deal if you look at others, so long as I can trust you not to Metagame. If you don't think you can stop yourself, only read yours:

Spectre and MoonDid a Wits+Lore check for you to see if you know anything about the caravan.
You have heard tales of groups of people called Jackals, who serve to hunt down escaped slaves in the Deshan Provinces, carrying captives around in cages. Hint hint :smallwink:

Whisper You know nothing about the caravan (failed roll)

Balance Did a Wits+Lore check for you to see if you know anything about the caravan.
You have heard tales of groups of people called Jackals, who serve to hunt down escaped slaves in the Deshan Provinces, carrying captives around in cages. Hint hint :smallwink:
Also did a Perception+Awareness check, which you did amazingly in, and your starry sight manages to pick out that one of the people in the cage is in fact the Master. How curious! :smallwink:
You may wish to tell the circle about this, or go see him yourself. Your choice :smallsmile:

Wish and Dream You two both did very well on a secret Wits+Lore roll, so you get extra info. :smallsmile:
You both notice various symbols placed around the caravan that you know are the icons of an infamous and ruthless band of Jackals (people who hunt down escaped slaves) who terrorise the area, kidnapping anyone who doesn't go along with their wishes, even free citizens, whom they pass off as slaves

X15lm204

2011-06-09, 02:59 AM

"Jackals," Wish hissed, baring her teeth. Here? So deep in Serrat? She was used to running into them from time to time near the satrapies' borders, where they might find more prey and enjoy the Realm's (often grudging) protection, but what could bring them here, where everyone was a slave already and none had the courage to run?

No matter - if they were here at all, she had a job to do.

"Anyone with no taste for bloodshed is welcome to remain here," Wish said as she began towards them at a brisk pace. She couldn't imagine Spectre remaining behind after that implicit invitation, but she wasn't sure about some of the oth-

Wait a minute - where did Dream disappear to? ...No time to worry about it now.

She approached the caravan with walking stick in hand and a false smile on her face. "Ho there, fellow travelers," she called out in High Realm, doing a moderately good job of keeping the sarcasm out of her voice. "Fine day, is it not?"

Wish plans to use the veil of friendliness to get as close as they will allow before attacking - unless they somehow manage to convince her not to, unlikely as it may be.

If they are not in a talking mood and simply try to fight her immediately...
Join Battle: [roll0]
Guarding if before opponents.

By the way, Felyndiira seems to have disappeared entirely from the website for the last month. Any plans for handling that?

Grim ranger

2011-06-09, 04:10 AM

Seeing that the caravan were most likely slavers to the man, Spectre did not hesitate to follow Wish as she strode onward, his covered blade held casually on his shoulder. Although his appereance is not really one to provoke trust, perhaps these Jackals would at least refrain from attacking right away... A mistake that would cost them dearly. Though by this point anything barring very quick escape would be bound to end in good deal of pain for them. Spectre really did not like slavers. Not one bit.

Standing silently behind Wish as she spoke, he readied himself for inevitable combat. Sometimes one could really do creation a favour by killing... Expecially when ones that needed killing were as vile as his current targets.

Rolling Join Battle as well just in case it is needed.

[roll0]

Meld

2011-06-09, 06:32 PM

Why would anyone need a large metal ca-, Moon pondered mentally while eying this sight before realizing what she was looking at, Unless..These are the Jackals...Hunters of slaves and free people alike?

Sighing, Moon half turned to speak to the others when Wish spoke up,"Anyone with no taste for bloodshed is welcome to remain here." and walked towards the group of Jackals. This..might become interesting.., Moon postulated before noticing Spectre following Wish and again sighing, Ah hell...

Moon double checked her equipment before setting off on a brisk walk to catch up to Spectre and Wish, the latter whom Moon decided to let do the talking.

Meld

2011-06-10, 01:02 AM

Since I forgot to add the join battle roll and apparently messed up my last roll for "previewing" the message. :smallredface:
[roll0]

Naki

2011-06-13, 07:14 AM

The Lunar watched as the others headed down towards the caravan, confused, "What? Bloodshed?" He jogged to catch up with the others, utterly lost as to why they'd spill the blood of innocent people.

"Perhaps instead of simply just killing these people, you could let me talk to them first? Find out if there's some misunderstanding?" Whisper tried to reason with Wish, making it clear he simply didn't want to go about the countryside reaffirming what others might think of them, after having been at the village shortly before disaster struck.

Stopping a few feet behind Wish, as she stopped to talk to the men, he sighed, knowing that she might not give to reason.

If join battle is necessary: [roll0]

IcarusWings

2011-06-13, 11:19 AM

She approached the caravan with walking stick in hand and a false smile on her face. "Ho there, fellow travelers," she called out in High Realm, doing a moderately good job of keeping the sarcasm out of her voice. "Fine day, is it not?"

The men turn round as Wish addresses them, eyes fixated upon him. The largest, obviously the leader, flexes a muscle, attempting to act intimidatingly. The day is fine I suppose, but the day is irrelevant. You look tired and worn out he slowly draws a sword from its sheath Almost like slaves on the run. And if you're not? Well... it's an innocent mistake. His mouth twists into a sneer as his cronies chuckle at his joke. Seize 'em! He yells But alive! They'll fetch a high price from the Guild!

Combat has begun! Will get relevant info such as tick order etc. up on the OOC ASAP.

IcarusWings

2011-06-13, 01:06 PM

Taking initiative at the beginning of the fight, the leader grasps his sword and runs towards Wish, lunging at him with a wild cry.

[roll0]

Naki

2011-06-13, 03:48 PM

Whisper looks about as the men set upon them, "Must you insist on bloodshed...?" He sighs for a moment, before catching sight of the leader taking a swing at Wish, and immediately, something somewhere clicked. He growled, and his caste symbol shone heavily on his forehead as the Lunar's form bulged, and shifted, growing in size until he towered over the man. The swirling, intertwining silver forms that built up his moonsilver tattoos burnt just as brightly as his Caste symbol. In a moment, it was clear that he was no escaped slave - not just a future roadside casualty. But that he was a Lunar, and was to be feared.

"I will make you regret your actions, tiny man." He seethed through his sharpened fangs, his clawed hands flexing as his half-wolf form rippled and moved forward towards Wish and the bandit.

OOC: Spending 7 Peripheral Motes; 5 for Deadly Beastman Transformation to shift to Warform, 2 for the Bruise-Relief Gift, granting me 1 level of bashing recovered reflexively an action. That's also a misc action, so speed 5

X15lm204

2011-06-14, 05:09 AM

"Well, I gave you a chance." Wish shook her head as she stepped casually to the side. That strike almost took effort to dodge. Almost.

In the corner of her mind, Wish noted Whisper's ferocious response to the attack against her. So, he had the usual Lunar mile-wide protective streak, did he? She hoped that it wouldn't get him killed.

With a single hummed note, resonating with Essence, Wish's massive sword was called forth from Elsewhere and set over her shoulder.

"I wish your soul a peaceful journey to Lethe. That is all the mercy I have for you today." Without a moment's notice, she lunged forward with an overhead chop.

Ain't a base Dodge DV of 7 grand?

Using Call the Blade to end Summoning the Loyal Steel Reflexively, then attacking at speed 5. Personal Essence: 15/16; Peripheral Essence: 25/26 (+13 committed)

Grand Daiklaive Attack: [roll0]

Grim ranger

2011-06-14, 02:11 PM

Seeing that combat is starting, Spectre moves almost unhurriedly, untying the cloth around the blade of his weapon and letting it fall to the ground, exposing the gigantic soulsteel blade. Moving towards the attackers in brisk but still unhurried pace, he swings the weapon at the first of them, willing the strike to occur against all enemies too close to him even if they are not in path of the Grand Daiklave. This move leaves small network of black streaks in the air, like the creation itself is cut by it.

"You deserve death... For men as vile as yourselves, I will show no pity" Spectre states coldly as he unleashes the technique.

Using Unfurling Iron Lotus (the errata'd version, now that I have learned my mistake).

[roll0]

Personal Essence: 2/16
Peripheral Essence: 28/39
Willpower: 7/7

IcarusWings

2011-06-15, 01:15 PM

The Jackals barely have time to scream as Spectre's unstoppable onslaught slams into them. Of the victims, only one survives, although barely, the other five lay dying on the floor, blood mingling and soaking into the ground. The rest of the main body of Jackals take sword to avenge their brethren, two throwing themselves at Spectre, the other three circle around Whisper until they finally attack.

You wiped out a whole sub-group of Jackals there Grim, I hope you're happy with yourself :smallwink:

Two attacks on Spectre:
[roll0]
[roll1]

Three attacks on Whisper:
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]

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The final group of Jackals, scared by Wish's obvious prowess, Whisper's inhuman transformation, and Spectre's gory spectacle, remain by the cage unsure of what to do.

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The lead Jackal's face twists into a mask of surprise as he sees Whisper's transformationYou lot aren't normal are you? Should fetch a high price for that ability!
Preoccupied by this supernatural occurence, Wish's strike catches him by surprise, and the lead Jackal only just manages to twist his body slightly, letting the blade pierce his side, narrowly missing a vital spot. As Wish's blade slides out again, the leader grinsWell struck for a slave, but it matters not! He rears his sword-arm back for another strike, and as he does so, his body begins to contort, muscles bulging inhumanly as they stretch his skin up to breaking point. All slaves return to their master! He slashes swiftly towards Wish, the extra muscle adding impetus to his strike.

He's got stronger now...

[roll5]

And yet, he still can't seem to roll well! :smalltongue:

Grim ranger

2011-06-15, 01:45 PM

Seemingly completely unconcerned of the men attacking him, Spectre deflects the first blow by deft spin of his massive weapon seemingly without even as much as consicous thought, the soulsteel blade practically blurring as it bats away the second strike immediately after. The face and body of the abyssal are still shrouded by the cloaked hood, but the hand holding the gigantic sword is still very visible, the black gauntlet tightening a fraction around the handle of the weapon.

"Say your prayers, for you will be sent into the dark beyond very soon" Spectre states calmly to the pair of jackals.

One of the blows stops at the Parry DV anyway, and parrying the other one with Death-Deflecting Technique. Even with 3-mote expenditure, I will be left with 9 motes more thanks to wonderful essence absorbation effect of Grand Daiklave. :smalltongue:

Personal Essence: 11/16
Peripheral Essence: 28/39
Willpower: 7/7

Naki

2011-06-15, 01:51 PM

Whisper wastes no time, closing the gap between himself and Wish, as his blades fly from his sides, spinning in his claws as the wicked moonsilver weapons fly out once, and then twice, in a blinding series of strikes. A single swing swiftly turns into a second, while the second - now third continues to cut at his flesh. The silver gleams in the air for only a moment, almost without sound as his slashes through his opponent, giving him no quarter, no mercy. As he does so, the flare of sickening violet and silver burns brighter, burning bright, even in the morning sun. The air becomes heavy with moisture just be standing nearby Whisper, and where his blades slice, the dampness clings and droplets of water form.

It is only a moment before Whisper has set himself upon the leader, his fangs bared, and growling wickedly as he presses down on the much smaller man before him. His form is betrayed, to all those who would witness the explosive flare of essence; fearsome, wicked, cruel, yet protective, and stalwart. His body placed between the Bandit's and Wish's own.

Flurrying, to include: Drawing both weapons, the Striking out twice, modifying both The first strike with Twin Fang Technique, and modifying the entire flurry with Wasp-Sting Blur, bringing it to Speed 3. The DV, however, is -4. EDIT: I missed the 'one charm per action' limitation.

Spending 4 motes of Wasp-Sting, and 10 5 motes on the pair of Twin-Fangs.

Derp - Used for strike 1 and 2. Onslaught applies as normal to the second attack.
Derp - Used for strike 3.

Personal Essence: 6/14
Peripheral Essence: 22/34

Naki

2011-06-15, 01:52 PM

Fixing rolls here. d6s are not right =[
Roll 1: [roll0]
Roll 2: [roll1]

Grim ranger

2011-06-17, 02:55 PM

Having blocked the attacks against himself with very little effort, Spectre looks at the two jackals trying their best to attack him with slight tinge of contempt. He knows that he is above such feelings, but seeing the efforts of these men, or rather honourless dogs that try to pass as men, to kill him make him slightly contemtuous. They are not even worthy to face his blade.

"Flee while you can, vermin" he says in chilly tone, swinging his sword around to end the life of one of the pair with lightning-quick stroke. "You are nothing but insects, worthy only of extermination".

Since wasting motes would be stupid, making 1 normal attack with Grand Daiklave. Hopefully the rest of the jackals will get the hint soon :smalltongue:

[roll0]

Personal Essence: 11/16
Peripheral Essence: 28/39
Willpower: 7/7

Meld

2011-06-20, 07:47 PM

Somehow, I just knew this was going to happen, Moon thought to herself mentally before sighing and looking over the slavers, Well..the faster we get this done...
Watching the fighting already commence between her comrades, Whisper, Spectre and Wish, Moon finally decided to grab Harmony from her side and slip on her smashfist to join the fray.
But who to...Ah...You will do., with Harmony finally on her fists, Moon charged forth towards one of Jackals encircling Wish and throwing a spinning backfist at her target before following up with a uppercut.
Just a flurry for now :smallbiggrin:
Attack 1: [roll0]
Attack 2: [roll1]

IcarusWings

2011-06-24, 03:48 PM

Wish easily parries the blow, however the huge momentum from the Leader's strike knocks his sword slightly out of place. Anxious to reastablish his defence, Wish takes a few seconds to collect himself.

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The leader is taken aback by Whisper's onslaught, intimidated by what he could only come to terms with as a monster. However, he keeps himself collected and manages to just barely fend off the Lunar's blows. Even managing to return in kind. He strikes out twice, dividing his two blows between Wish and Whisper. He then shudders and jerks as more muscles bulge out from his skin, contorting him into a truly inhuman shape. He grins My master has made me strong!. He raises his non-sword-arm and slams it into the ground, sending out a shockwave of force and flying debris, sending anyone near him flying, killing one of his own men in the process.

Attack against Wish: [roll0] - 5 Successes
Attack against Naki: [roll1] - 8 Successes

Also, anyone within 2 yards of him (essentially Wish, Whisper, and one of his own guys) are knocked back 8 yards by the shockwave, and take 5 dice of Bashing damage from the debris.

(you may perfect if you want)

Damage to Wish: [roll2] - 2 Successes
Damage to Whisper: [roll3] - 2 Successes

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Among the Jackals, Spectre and Moon's efforts are proving effective, two more fall, one to each of the Exalts, leaving only 3 left, 5 guarding the Cage, and a paltry 3 still standing against the heroes. However, these three remain brave, or cowardly enough to know that they couldn't escape, enough to fight back. Two striking towards Spectre, and one to Moon.

Attacks on Spectre 1: [roll4]
Attack on Spectre 2: [roll5]

Attack on Moon: [roll6]

Naki

2011-06-27, 11:28 PM

Whisper landed back on his feet, and a single hand in the dirt as he growled, baring his teeth and pushing back forward immediately, slamming his blades against the leader's body a second time, once more, battering him and pressing him away from Wish as he forced the moonsilver blades into an onslaught of steel, slicing at the leader's flesh with renewed vigor, once more striking out twice in the initial strike, using the first to mask the second, before landing a second blow with his offhand blade, driving it deep into the flesh of the bandit, snarling in the man's face.

Flurry for two attacks - Twin-Fang Technique on attack one, for 5m. -2 DV this time around.

Attack 1: [roll0]
Twin-Fang: [roll1]
Attack 2: [roll2]

Meld

2011-07-01, 03:27 PM

"Whisper be careful-", Moon cautioned before noticing the single Jackal moving to attack her. Unable to strike this assailant before they swung towards herself, Moon bends her body forward towards this attacker before flipping just barely over the weapon they are wielding.

Dodging :smallbiggrin:
[roll0]

Noticing an opening in her opponent after their attack, Moon decides to exploit it by swinging a left hook towards their face followed by a shovel hook towards their abdomen.

Another flurry, :smallredface:
Attack 1: [roll1]
Attack 2: [roll2]

Grim ranger

2011-07-06, 10:46 AM

Seeing that the jackals are still not going to flee, Spectre makes only one brief movement with his blade as his two enemies lash out with their weapons. The immense weapon of the abyssal bats aside both of the strikes with it's deceptively simple swing, and he does not even look like he considers the jackals true threats anymore. Swinging his arm in a blur, the ex-deathknight delivers two bone-crushing strikes at the men trying to hit him, trusting his unholy strenght to make short work of these pitiful foes.

Doing 2-strike flurry, aiming one attack at each jackal trying to attack Spectre. That should be quite enough to take care of those fools. :smalltongue:

[roll0]
[roll1]

Personal Essence: 14/16
Peripheral Essence: 28/39
Willpower: 7/7

IcarusWings

2011-07-14, 12:32 PM

The Jackal leader gasps as Whisper's blows slam into him, struggling to breathe. He doubles over, clutching his bleeding torso. No! H-he promised me p-power. That lying b-bastard! He spits the last words, coughing out blood. Then, his body starts jerking, the contortions that appeared earlier begin to pulse, and his eyes slowly roll back until they show only the same milky white that stared out of the cold faces of the slaves back in the village. He drops to the ground. A broken husk.

The rest of the Jackal's stare at their leader's shattered body, and take one look around as Spectre and Moon destroy their fellows. Then, they flee for their lives, heedless of the devestation around them. They are gone.

From the abandoned cage, a muffled cry for help emerges.

Grim ranger

2011-07-14, 01:28 PM

Shivering very slightly as the energy flows to him from the blood of the freshly slain, Spectre's crimson eyes regard the flight of the slavers with detached interest. Clearly, the slaughter thus far had discouraged them quite enough... And it was a good thing too. Perhaps they would change their lifestyle. For now, he had more urgent matters to think about than trying to chase after the fleeing jackals.

Sighing slightly and bowing reverently to the bodies of the fallen, he systematically walks to each corpse and closes their staring eyes. The dead were to be respected, even if they had been his enemies. Once his task is done, he salutes the dead once again, this time with his sword, and moves to investigate the cry for help.

Meld

2011-07-15, 06:47 PM

Moon watched the Jackal Leader's final moments with what seemed to amount to a look of complete surprise before noticing the same milky white eyes as of the slaves. Great...More users of this..Mystery drug, Moon thought to herself while removing her smashfists. With a look that seemed to show a hint of sadness, Moon slowly made her way to the now dead Jackal Leader before looking over his person for any signs or clues to this "Man" he talked about before finally dying.

Upon hearing the muffled cry of help Moon turns to Spectre and asks,"Could you check that out? I'll see what our "friend" here might have on him,",before returning to her search of the Jackal Leader.

Would this be a diagnose patient, examine scene or noticing details check as Moon is just searching his corpse? :smallredface:

Meld

2011-07-18, 05:12 PM

That investigation roll for my previous post;
[roll0]

Naki

2011-07-20, 08:38 AM

Watching the man fall to the ground, the lunar wipes the blood from his blades, before sheathing them, without so much as a second look at the man.

"More like the others. Seems like this was intentional though." He shook his head, before turning away to head towards the cries for help, following shortly behind Spectre.

IcarusWings

2011-07-27, 07:14 AM

Moon's efforts appear fruitless, until he finds a small item wedged deeply inside the leader's pocket. Upon examination, it appears to be a ring. Bearing the same seal affixed onto the letter back at the Master's compound.

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The cage is filled with about half a dozen bedraggled unfortunates in ragged clothing, who look like they haveen't had a meal in weeks. Their eyes are broken and downtrodden, it is clear that they've simply accepted their fate.
However, one of the prisoners stands out. He sits alone in a corner of the cage, seperate from the others. His clothes are fine, if scuffed from the stay in the cage, and his chin is clean-shaven. He raises his head as the Circle approaches. H-help me... please. I was at an i-inn, and they took me, they said I was a s-slave. This wasn't part of the plan, Leonard said I would be s-safe. He take a deep breath, before devolving into a spluttering cough. As he looks up, his eyes meet Spectre's, and dilate suddenly. You! Y-you were at the compound, you're the one who killed my men aren't you! W-why are you here? He stumbles back away from the bars in fear.

Grim ranger

2011-07-27, 08:22 AM

His eyes narrowing, Spectre looks at the man speaking to him, his grip around the hilt of his weapon tightening a fraction. "So you are the one I was seeking out, a coward making profit from misery of others. If you would have been there, I would have just ended you on the spot... But since new threat has come up, I will give you once chance and one chance only to tell us what you know of your new supplier."

Grabbing one of the bars with his gauntleted fist, Spectre shakes it slightly, causing the whole cage to creak and shift somewhat. "So. Tell us what you know, and your life will be yours again. Right now it is mine, and I am quite inclined to sending your spirit right into oblivion to get rid of you if that is what it takes... But since it might scare the good people there with you, I am offering you this chance. Act fast, the offer is for limited time."

IcarusWings

2011-07-27, 10:18 AM

The Master lets out a squeal of terror, visibly flinching as Spectre grabs the cage. He opens his mouth, and garbles out something incomprehensible at the speed of the wind. Then, taking a deep breath, he begins to talk slower, stammering and hesitating in fear. P-please don't k-kill me! I c-can help y-you. Here, look I, er, I h-have, I have, er... here! he rifles through his pockets desperately, like a man possessed, before triumphantly producing a bunch of scrawled notes and letters. He fumbles with them, before shoving them through the bars towards Spectre.
That's all I know. Take them! He slumps down against the bars. Dragons, what've I gotten myself into now?

Grim ranger

2011-07-27, 12:00 PM

Taking the letters and notes, the deathknight looks at the man harshly, his crimson eyes devoid of warmth or understanding. "Something that you should have stayed well clear of. Trust me, killing you right now would be much prefertable option to you compared to what your new boss will do to you if he finds out that you have messed things up."

Beginning to search for the locking system of the cage, he adresses the rest of the people in the cage, bowing his head slightly. "Your captors are dead, and you will be free now. Taking away freedom is the worst crime one can commit."

Meld

2011-07-27, 11:21 PM

"Spectre...Whisper...I think we are definitely on the right track I believe..", Moon announces to the others while holding up the ring found before turning to face them.

Motioning to the letters, Moon asks,"May I look over those while you go about trying to unlock that cage?".

Grim ranger

2011-07-28, 03:56 AM

Looking at Moon momentarily, Spectre considers a bit before just handing the letters and notes to her. He is unsure why exactly he trusts a lunar whom he has only just met a day ago, but it feels right to do so. The fact that he even feels anything about co-operating with her, since very few things in Creation get him to feel anything these days.

"Hopefully they contain something important" he says blandly before going back to trying to unlock the cage.

Meld

2011-07-28, 03:10 PM

Noticing the look and the momentary delay that Spectre exhibited, Moon thought to herself, ..He doesn't quite tru-, before stopping mid-thought as he extended his arm to give the letters he had found. Slowly taking the letters from Spectre, Moon bows her head curtly and flashed a smile before responding,"I hope they do to..the number of drugs they have been able to distribute is abit staggering."

Moon, upon checking the outside of the letters, begins to carefully open and go over their contents while the others tend to their own tasks.

I'll just go with an investigation+perception roll for checking the letters..unless there is no roll needed for it at which point I'll just cross these out.:smallredface:
[roll0]

IcarusWings

2011-08-02, 06:11 PM

The lock appears just to be a simple rusted iron padlock, it should easily break if a little pressure is applied.

Inside the cage, the prisoners huddle back away from the door, wary of their apparent rescuers.

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The majority of the notes are simply scattered ramblings, incomprehensible without context, but three pieces seem to stand out as useful.

The first one seems to be a letter to the Master, no name is given, signed by the familiar seal of the Deathlord. The letter reads:

We are pleased with the progress on The Project. Work has accelerated past our projections, and we shall be able to finished shortly. The endgame is fast approaching.

Due to this acceleration, we shall be making our move on Thorns earlier than expected. The batches of drugs should reach them in a week or two, make sure everything's ready by then.

My Lieutenant has been dispatched to Whitewall to make the preparations. He'll make contact with our operatives there, and we shall move forward.

I have sent some men in my employ to... escort you our facilities. There your needs will be... taken care of.

The second sheet appears to be the Master's scrawled notes about his project:

Damn. Progress has stalled on the project. We've hit a dead end, we can't find a suitable host for the process, all our current subjects have rejected the assimilation, and they generally find the process fatal. I'm not sure what's wrong. All our calculations are right, I'm sure. But there's just something we're missing, something vital.

I haven't told Him yet, I'm pretty sure he still thinks the process is running smoothly. I just hope to the Dragons that we get moving again before he realises. I can't imagine what he'd do.

The third piece is a sketched a schematic for some sort of artifact. It appears to be some sort of gigantic soulsteel coffin. On its lid, a drawn pentacle. The purpose is not stated in the schematic.

Meld

2011-08-04, 02:54 PM

The majority of the notes are simply scattered ramblings, incomprehensible without context, but three pieces seem to stand out as useful.

The first one seems to be a letter to the Master, no name is given, signed by the familiar seal of the Deathlord. The letter reads:

We are pleased with the progress on The Project. Work has accelerated past our projections, and we shall be able to finished shortly. The endgame is fast approaching.

Due to this acceleration, we shall be making our move on Thorns earlier than expected. The batches of drugs should reach them in a week or two, make sure everything's ready by then.

My Lieutenant has been dispatched to Whitewall to make the preparations. He'll make contact with our operatives there, and we shall move forward.

I have sent some men in my employ to... escort you our facilities. There your needs will be... taken care of.

The second sheet appears to be the Master's scrawled notes about his project:

Damn. Progress has stalled on the project. We've hit a dead end, we can't find a suitable host for the process, all our current subjects have rejected the assimilation, and they generally find the process fatal. I'm not sure what's wrong. All our calculations are right, I'm sure. But there's just something we're missing, something vital.

I haven't told Him yet, I'm pretty sure he still thinks the process is running smoothly. I just hope to the Dragons that we get moving again before he realises. I can't imagine what he'd do.

The third piece is a sketched a schematic for some sort of artifact. It appears to be some sort of gigantic soulsteel coffin. On its lid, a drawn pentacle. The purpose is not stated in the schematic.

Reading over the contents at first with a quick glance, then once more slowly Moon postulates in her native foresttongue,"Well, that further proves a deathlord is behind this...", before pausing to ponder mentally about this newest development. So..they have an "lieutenant" in whitewall...and a batch of these drugs being sent to Thorns in two weeks.., Moon thought to herself before turning back to the others.

"Spectre..Whisper..", Moon called out to the groups resident deathknight before continuing,"When your finished freeing them..I have some new developments for us...and a few questions for our "friend" in the cage there.". Moon sighed and took a mental note, Hopefully we can stop them before its too late this time.

Grim ranger

2011-08-07, 08:31 AM

Listening to Moon, the deathknight nods and punches the lock with his gauntleted palm, breaking it loose from the cage itself. Picking the useless locking mechanism off, tossing it casually aside and opening the cage door, Spectre steps bit away from the cage to give the captured people enough courage to flee. Fixing the slave master with his crimson gaze, Spectre motions with his hand. "You all are free to leave... Except for you. We will be needing your presence some still" he says to the slavemaster.

Speaking to Moon over his shoulder, Spectre plants the tip of his grand daiklave against the ground. "Could you perhaps read the letters and notes aloud? I would be interested in knowing what is in them as well."

IcarusWings

2011-08-07, 08:46 AM

The slaves cautiously walk to their freedom, as if faced with a path they'd never before considered. Their own one.

The Master flinches as Spectre singles him out and, fearing for his life, he makes a break for it. Sprinting away as fast as his legs could carry him, given extra speed by the terror he flees from.

Grim ranger

2011-08-07, 08:59 AM

Not even fully paying attention to the slavemaster's attempted escape, Spectre draws a knife from the belt going around his shoulder, spinning it around in his grip before throwing it towards the fleeing man. He does not aim to kill the slaver... not yet. Still, the hit to the feet should be quite enough to stop the flight of the bastard.

"I think I said you will stay. Try that again and I will aim for more vulnerable area", he says to the master while walking towards him, ready to drag him back if he tries to resist.

Making 1 throwing knife attack, pulling the blow to avoid hurting the master in deadly amount.

[roll0]

IcarusWings

2011-08-07, 09:03 AM

The Master cries out and collapses to the floor in agony, his left leg impaled with the knife.

Grim ranger

2011-08-07, 09:07 AM

Walking next to the master, Spectre pulls his knife out of the man's leg and re-sheathes it before unceremonially grabbing his collar and beginning to drag him back towards the cage. "Now, I think we still have some questions for you. Try to flee this time and you will hope that I would settle just for killing you. Understood?"

IcarusWings

2011-08-07, 09:21 AM

The Master struggles against Spectre's grip with all his might, but he is not strong enough to break free. I-I can't! The things h-he can do! You don't know what he'll do to me if I t-tell! Seeing that struggle is futile, the Master stops resisting and breaks down into sobs.

Grim ranger

2011-08-07, 09:30 AM

Throwing the master down to the ground against the now-empty cage, Spectre leans on his grand daiklave. "Well, think of it this way. If I cannot get anything out of you, I will give you to him just to get revenge on all those people you took advantage of. You cannot escape me, you coyote... I will follow you to the gates of heaven itself and drag you to him if needs must if I will not get what I want. On the other hand, if you tell us what we will need to know, I will kill you quickly and cleanly: you will not even feel pain. I will also deliver word of your demise to any loved ones your will specify... And when dead, you cannot be caught by him."

Sounding actually somewhat warmer now, Spectre continues. "You have lived a terrible life, at least as of late... But if you will pass to Lethe, you will be returned to Creation anew in form of new life. If you will be caught by deathlord you so fear, your soul will never find the respite of death or possibility of fresh start... It will linger in tortured existence as his personal toy to torture from here to eternity. If that is not a fate you wish upon yourself, I suggest taking my offer."

IcarusWings

2011-08-07, 02:14 PM

The Master doesn't speak for a few seconds, and then he silently nods in submission. Tears still pouring from his eyes.

Grim ranger

2011-08-07, 02:46 PM

Nodding, Spectre pulls down his hood and removes his helmet, exposing his deathly pale yet perfect face that is currently set to quite sojourn expression. "Then tell me who you wish to notify of your death...and after that, tell us everything you know."

IcarusWings

2011-08-07, 03:17 PM

M-my sister, Elena. In Whitewall. Tell her... tell her I won't be coming home for Calibration this year. Tell her I'm sorry about what happened. He swallows and wipes his eyes Now... what do you want to know?

Meld

2011-08-10, 12:24 AM

Eying the events unfold before her eyes with what one could easily tell was sincere excitement, Moon found herself only able to smile and shake her head right to left before moving closer pair. Moving to pass Spectre's right arm, Moon gently placed her hand on Spectre's shoulder before flashing a smile and whispering, "Very nice throw.".

Stepping past Spectre's side, Moon positioned herself between him and the "Master" before eying the latter with disdain and holding up the letters in her right hand. "Who is this lieutenant he speaks of?What are the effects of the drugs and what is this schematic supposed to be???!!"

IcarusWings

2011-08-10, 04:20 PM

The Lieutenant, is known as The Hollow Manikin. He's an Exalted servant of the Lord. He's been working on development of the Project with us, and I can tell you, I'm glad I won't be spending any more time with him. He makes my blood run cold.

The drugs are toxic. They make the inhaler obey any order given to them to the best of their ability. After about a week it kills them, and then raises them the next day as enslaved monsters.

The schematics? I-I honestly don't know what it's for. The Lord's been trying to get us to use it to re-animate dead Demons, but I don't think that's its purpose. It doesn't work though, all it does is created these... these monsters with cold, cold eyes. It's horrible.

That's all I know, I swear!

Meld

2011-08-16, 05:57 PM

This..just keeps getting...worse and worse., Moon thought as she heard the "Master" reveal his knowledge. Crossing her arms and closing her eyes to quickly think about this new revelation meant, Moon decided to at least start at the begining. Opening her eyes slowly, Moon pondered out loud,"Hollow Manikin you say..", Moon paused to look at Spectre before continuing, "Does this person sound familiar?"

Grim ranger

2011-08-19, 10:49 AM

"No... But I am sure we will run to him sooner or later", Spectre replied to Moon before gently pushing her aside and placing his gauntleted hand on the shoulder of the master, pulling him to his feet and looking the man straight in his eyes. Then, to likely surprise of most involved, Spectre makes a brisk salute at the slaver, a small smile gracing his usually emotionless face. "If only I had had the courage you have now when I was on edge of my death, perhaps things would be different now... No matter that we are enemies, you are still by far more courageous than I have ever been, and I hope your new life will be a good one."

Stepping back, he allows the master to remain standing and meet his death like a man instead of a dog, waiting until he closes his eyes before grabbing his Grand Daiklave again. "Goodbye...if things would have been different, we could have been friends. But even now, I can still respect you."

Without further words, he charges forward in a flash, the great weapon swinging towards the master in blur, the strike aimed to end his life before pain could even be felt. In matters such as these, Spectre is a man of his word.

IcarusWings

2011-08-25, 10:04 AM

The Master's head falls to the ground, rolling to lay at Spectre's feet. His body follows it, toppling to the ground dead.

With this, the way is now clear for you to make your next move.

What do you do?

Grim ranger

2011-08-25, 10:25 AM

Swinging his blade sharply to shake off the little blood on it, Spectre bowed his head at the now-dead man before looking at Moon and Whisper. "It seems that we will need to head whereever those drugs will be heading to... Trying to assail the underworld to take fight directly to a deathlord would be suicidal effort."

Hefting the great weapon back onto his shoulder, the deathknight placed his helmet back onto his head. "So, do those papers give us any clues as to where we should look?"

Meld

2011-08-25, 04:38 PM

"Well...the letters mention them making a move on Thorns..but..", Moon paused to offer the letters to Spectre before continuing, "This "Hollow Manikin" is mentioned to be Whitewall with other agents in the area..wait..", quickly glancing at the corpse of the Master,"Didn't he say he had a sister in Whitewall? Elena or someone similarly named? I guess we can start there."

"Though..", Moon paused to look back at Spectre, "We will need to tread carefully..the letters do not mention anything regarding who is an agent or not..or even how many of them there are."

Naki

2011-08-31, 03:48 AM

Whisper stood watching silently - still in his warform, he watched the events before him and listened quietly. Something about Whitewall, and Thorns.

He cringed at the thought of returning to Whitewall. He would need a different form if they were to go there - he couldn't return as he is. There was the chance, even if slim, that someone might recognize him.

He frowned, visibly, "I'd... like to avoid Whitewall, if at all possible. But if not, I suppose we could make due..."

Grim ranger

2011-08-31, 09:48 AM

"It is either Whitewall or Thorns, and in latter we would be torn apart in any case. My previous master would hunt me down even more mercilessly than he has done already were I to go near that city again...and I fear that this time I would not get away" Spectre said darkly, shaking his head. "In Whitewall, we might still have a chance... And I made a promise to deliver the news of this man's death to his sister. So we will need to go there sooner or later, and currently it seems to be our only solid lead."

Looking at Moon, the deathknight bowed his head slightly. "But I do believe that I can go with whatever course of action you decide to take."

IcarusWings

2011-08-31, 09:57 AM

While you are in careful deliberation, a powerful voice comes from behind you taking you by surprise.
It is a fine morning my friends. Is it not? You seem like you could do with some assistance, an outsider's perspective perhaps?
The voice is serene and melodic, but powerful, resonant with... something. Power? No, wisdom maybe. But that's not the whole of it... something more.

The voice's source is a young traveller, walking up the road behind you. He is wrapped in a hooded cloak, though his face is visible and kind. His hand grips a long willow walking staff, though it doesn't seem he needs it.
He stops behind you and leans on it, waiting for an answer...

Grim ranger

2011-08-31, 10:39 AM

Turning to regard the man from the depths of his own hood, Spectre made no attempt to hide his grand daiklave, sensing that this traveller already knew enough of them to panic were he so inclined. "We are not friends yet, stranger" he said curtly, taking a slow step towards the man. "What kind of insight could you possibly offer to us? And who exactly are you?"

IcarusWings

2011-08-31, 12:38 PM

The man's eyes sparkle, and his mouth turns upwards into a wry grin. Heh, what I can offer you depends on what you need. But anyone seeking to slay a Deathlord, could surely do with a litte advice, no? As for who I am? That's a secret, one you may uncover with time, perhaps.

Grim ranger

2011-08-31, 01:19 PM

Nodding his head slightly, the deathknight had to admit that it was indeed the case. "If you know something about such matters, I believe that we would indeed be interested in hearing what you can tell. I am curious however as to why you would reveal things like that for free...many people have hidden agendas."

Meld

2011-09-01, 12:28 PM

"Everything has a cost, even if it is not seen at first.", Moon commented in foresttongue as she watched Spectre and this mysterious traveler exchange words. Worse case scenario we end up dead..or components in a army of corpses., Moon thought as she eyed the traveler with more than a hint of suspicion.

IcarusWings

2011-09-05, 02:32 PM

The man smiles, "Oh, I undoubtedly have a hidden agenda, but not one that goes against your own." His face turns grave, even seeming to age as he continues "As to the Deathlord, I can tell you his location if you'd like, that'd certainly be a good start. But you're friend is right, everything has a cost some way or another." He flashes Moon a knowing smile, understanding her Forest-Tongue perfectly.

Grim ranger

2011-09-05, 02:39 PM

"What do you want then?" the ex-deathknight asked the travelled warily, not relaxing but still willing to give this way of gaining information a shot. "Name your price for the information we need... And if we can meet your prize, we will gladly pay it. This deathlord has to be stopped before next shadowland appears and creates second Thorns."

IcarusWings

2011-09-06, 02:57 PM

My only price is that you succeed, and put an ending to this. Know that if you fail, your souls will make no journeys, find no peace, fight no more, know no secrets, and never reach an end. You will rot forever in the stagnance of undead stasis. You cannot fail, you must not.

The Deathlord has currently set up a power-base in Marama's Fell, he holds a powerful position, and it would be unwise to take him on now. You must weaken him first, and destroy his world. Then you may take his life.

Meld

2011-09-06, 09:57 PM

"So..then that still leaves us with Whitewall as one of our best leads..", Moon paused to cross her arms and give the "traveler" a quick look over before continuing, "Unless, there is more you wish to tell us?"

Grim ranger

2011-09-10, 12:51 PM

"I know the dangers" Spectre said in rather stoic tone. "I brave them every day, after all... And for something like this, braving risks is well worth the goal we may attain by doing so. You are right in that we must weaken him first, so we will need information on possibilities to do that also. One more thing: deathlords cannot, from what I hear, be killed like mundane beings, or even gods. We must find a way to end the exitence of one before we can ever have hope of thwarting his plans... And we have to do it soon."

IcarusWings

2011-09-11, 05:24 AM

"Alas, that I cannot help you with, there are some secrets you have to learn yourself. But I can tell you that, once this is over, the Deathlord will have been the least of your worries."

The man smiles and begins to walk away. Oh, and if you see any of my mothers, give them my love." he calls over his shoulder, before disappearing into the distance.

Meld

2011-09-14, 03:35 PM

"Okay...", Pausing to turn back to Spectre and Whisper, "I cant say that..was not strange. Shall we take what might be useful and head for Whitewall? Unless the two of you are willing to go on a suicide mission into Marama's Fall?"

Turning back to where the "traveler" had walked away before, Or this could all be a very nasty trap.., Moon thought mentally before sighing.

IcarusWings

2011-09-20, 12:22 PM

The road to Whitewall is pleasantly uneventful and swift, although it is a few days before you see the great temple-city's ornate walls rising out of the horizon. ahead of you. The blessed barrier pulsates with a faint chalky white, illuminating the morning mist with a mellow shine.

Two guardsmen are stationed at the gates as you approach, clad in armour and bearing swords on their hip. Countless archers mount the walls, bows trained on you as you walk to the gate.

Grim ranger

2011-09-20, 02:10 PM

Seeing that he is not really the best one to talk to the guards, Spectre remains silent, trusting Moon to speak them an entrance to the city. He himself is wrapped up in the heavy cloak, and his weapon is hidden by it's cover as well. Even if he does propably seem somewhat suspicious, no overt marks of him being a deathknight show, and that is what matters. Getting shot full of arrows is not a pleasant thought, however, so he hopes that they will not have to figfht the guards, as odd as it may seem. They are there on important business, after all, and shooting at army or officials is not likely be the best way to start their visit if they intend to stay for long.

Meld

2011-09-21, 03:32 PM

Lowering her voice down to a whisper, Moon slightly turns her gaze towards Spectre before speaking, "Great..I guess they are more than a little on edge, no?", pausing to straighten her clothing and making sure her tail was once more hidden inside her cloak before continuing, "Here goes nothing...worse case scenario, I may end up one very dead lunar."

Briskly walking towards the pair at the gate, Moon puts on her best smile before calling out, "Good day to you both! Would it be possible to enter your fair city?"

Kyrinthic

2011-09-22, 08:45 AM

Along the road leading to whitewall, a lone woman walks towards the city.
She is somewhat short, with short-cropped golden hair, wearing utility coveralls that marks her as a worker of some sort, but not any style local to the area that you recognize. She is looking around curiously as she walks down the path, but her gait is confident. She appears to see Spectre, and homes in on him.

"Greetings Citizen, are you a Champion of this Metropolis?" She asks. Her accent is very odd, you cannot place it, but it is clearly not from anywhere you have been.

Grim ranger

2011-09-22, 09:33 AM

Looking at the approaching traveller from the shadowy depths of his grey hood, Spectre shakes his head. His weapon carried on his shoulder, covered in cloth like the rest of him. It seems that number of odd acquintainces is still on the rise, but odd meetings like this at least bring some colour to his half-life. "I am afraid not... I am merely a traveller on urgent business, waiting to get through the gates. It seems that the defenders of this metropolis are agitated for one reason or another..."

Kyrinthic

2011-09-22, 09:57 AM

"I see.. I too shall wait for entrance into this Metropolis" She states as she stands behind Spectre, as if in line to enter.

"Do you happen to know the name of this Metropolis good Citizen?" she asks him after a few moments of waiting.

Grim ranger

2011-09-22, 10:20 AM

"It is called Whitewall, from what I can gather" Spectre answers as he studies the tense situation and waits for Moon to talk her way through the gatekeepers. "You sound like you come from far away, traveller."

Kyrinthic

2011-09-22, 10:48 AM

"That assessment is mostly accurate, if somewhat vague." She replies unhelpfully, but still smiling plesantly.

IcarusWings

2011-10-02, 09:35 AM

One of the guards straightens as you approach the gates.
"Forgive our hostility strangers, but there is something dark inside the city, the orisons whisper black and horrible things, one cannot be too careful. We have to make sure that no more monsters enter the city.

Meld

2011-10-03, 04:39 PM

"I've seen far worse in greetings," pausing to smile at the guard before continuing, "But..something dark? Inside the city itself? Could you possibly be more specific?"

Either...this is the working of the deathlord or we have more problems to deal with.., Moon stopped mid thought to quickly glance towards the archers on the walls.

IcarusWings

2011-10-04, 12:50 AM

The guard's faces creases with worry "We do not know what it is, but you can tell from the orisons. You will see once you are inside.

However, you must realise that we have to take safety precautions." He points to a hooded figure leaning on the great wall "My friend here will check you for any foul magic, please co-operate."

Meld

2011-10-04, 05:38 AM

"Of course!", Moon quickly flashed a smile at the guard before continuing, "However, if you would give me a moment to ensure my comrades, over yonder, understand your precautions and whats required of us before we enter your fine city."

Turning to walk back towards Spectre and his new found "companion", Moon sighed before eying the newcomer with a look of suspicion and mentally pondering, More and more people just keep showing up out of the woodwork.

"So..apparently it was as I suspected..there been some bad happenings in Whitewall, hence the welcoming committee over yonder.", Moon almost whispered to the deathknight in front of her. Stopping to turn towards the newcomer before continuing, "Spectre who might this be?"

Grim ranger

2011-10-04, 05:51 AM

"Your guess is as good as mine", Spectre says, looking at the woman for a moment before turning his attention to more pressing issue at hand. "But I believe what is important for now is that entrance into the city might prove to be...difficult. I would not wish to harm anyone, but they will likely try to bar our way inside or even shoot me on the spot if magical check will be performed. We have to come up with something to distract them, and fast."

Kyrinthic

2011-10-04, 05:51 AM

"my appellation is Kiru, citizen, I am cheerful to meet you." Moon picks up on her strange accent, but she appears genuine and friendly.

"The champion spoke of a monster in this metropolis, is this a reason to display concern?" She continues.

Grim ranger

2011-10-04, 06:05 AM

"Well, it would at least explain the level of guard presence outside the city presently", the deathknight muses, adjusting his long cloak and wrappings covering his black gauntlets. "It seems we arrived too late, and now it will be very hard to get inside the city without raising a whole lot of ruckus."

Meld

2011-10-06, 09:33 AM

"They ,indeed, are requiring a "check" of foul magic before even entering the city..whether its a person with the actual ability to sense essence or just a fake I know not.", Moon paused momentarily to think about what could be done before continuing "Well...Spectre are you willing to risk the "magic check" or would you like to try another way to get inside the city?",

Grim ranger

2011-10-06, 09:49 AM

"I would rather not risk it if we have a choice... But walking away no without a reason might make them suspicious of us" the deathknight muses, sighing. "I have not been here before, so I would not know of any alternate routes inside. Unless we will find someone who does, some large-scale violence might be in order soon."

Kyrinthic

2011-10-06, 10:39 AM

"I am afraid I cannot help in this, I am new to this area. I also am not entirely sure what would be this 'foul magic' they speak of. I do not believe I am possed of any." Kiru replies unhelpfully.

Meld

2011-10-09, 03:25 PM

"Then its down to brute force or trickery..do you think you would be able to hide your weapons and armor completely with your cloak?", Moon asked while slightly turning her head to look back at the hooded figure.

Hopefully that person isn't an agent of the deathlord., Moon pondered while waiting.

Grim ranger

2011-10-16, 12:13 PM

"No, I do not believe it would be any use against magical detection", Spectre muses somewhat darkly. "I propose that we simply explain the situation to them, and tell their leader what we are here to do. If they do not believe us, I can get inside no matter what they do, but at least we could try to be polite at first."

Looking at Moon thoughtfully, the ex-deathknight continues. "So, let us try through politeness at first. Do you believe that you could gain us a meeting with someone in charge? If you can, I believe that we might have a chance."

Meld

2011-10-17, 12:53 PM

"I...suppose I could try...", Moon paused to sigh before continuing, "However, if this goes "south" we will either end up fighting our way into the city and actively being hunted while inside or a trap, set by any number of people who actively would want us dead, could be sprung."

Turning to face the newcomer "Kiru", Moon continued,"Long as Kiru here is okay with it, I'll speak for all three of us..unless you wish to go your own way?"

Kyrinthic

2011-10-17, 01:12 PM

Looking somewhat flustered, Kiru replies, "I am ..non-acclimated to social activity in this locale, I think I am better off remaining with you for now if you would welcome me."
She quickly adds, "I am capable of defending myself if I am attacked, but I would not attack a citizen for no reason. I do not believe anyone here would actively want me dead as you say."

Grim ranger

2011-10-17, 01:46 PM

"It is settled then. Shall we go and see if luck will favour us today?" the cloaked Abyssal asks, looking at Moon. "Not that I expect it to, but from my experience, miracles can happen from time to time. Let us go and get this over with."

Meld

2011-10-19, 02:24 PM

I got this bad feeling, Moon thought to herself before responding to Spectre, "Alright, we will go with that route;however, just so you know..if this ends badly I will hide behind you."

Turning to face the gate guards once more, Moon straightens her clothing before looking behind her towards the pair and saying; "Well, we ready to tempt heaven?"

Grim ranger

2011-10-19, 02:43 PM

"Let us get this over with. The sooner we can get to either fighting our way through or walking in under heavy guard, the better" Spectre says bluntly, following Moon closely. "Besides, if we mention what we are here for, they might decide it to be a good idea to let us in without overt struggle. We may be too late already."

Kyrinthic

2011-10-19, 03:43 PM

"If I might inquire, what is it we are here for? I had mearly planned to acclimate and explore at this stage, but would be willing to help with other tasks in return for entrance into the metropolis." Kiru responds while following the group.

Meld

2011-10-20, 08:02 PM

"Long story short, we are here to stop a deathlord.", Moon whispered before turning her attention back to the ever shortening distance between the group and the gate guards, Hopefully this works...

"Is there a superior we can talk to good sir? Our entrance into this city is..a complex matter and we might be able to help you with your "monster".", Moon inquired the pair of gate guards.

IcarusWings

2011-10-25, 11:02 AM

The guard ponders for a few moments
"Very well. Enter. But we'll be watching you closely inside. Do not try anything." The guard next to him splutters in surprise.
"You cannot be serious Oris!? How do we know they're not monsters in disguise?"
"Oh they're monsters alright." The hooded man speaks up "That, I can tell. But we don't really have a choice anymore. Go through."
The first guard, Oris, nods his approval.

[OOC - Sorry for the wait, I got distracted by Portal 2 :smallredface:]

Grim ranger

2011-10-25, 01:01 PM

"You have no idea..." Spectre says to the hooded man, a dark chuckle escaping his mouth. "But at least we are just another bunch of monsters in city apparently swarming with such, so you have little to worry about. Besides, I kill other monsters, so you will get your problem solved on the side."

Nodding his head to no one in particular, he motions to Moon. "Let us go. We may already be too late to stop him, but at least I intend to destroy his plans one way or another. And you, good people" he says, looking at the guards "have nothing to fear from me. I will not harm innocents, I am here to slay monsters."

Kyrinthic

2011-10-25, 01:56 PM

Glancing to the sides, timidly stating, "I object to the classification of monster. I assure you have no plans to harm any of your citizens.". She then quickly follows after the large man and into the town.

Meld

2011-10-26, 05:34 PM

Monster...?More like.. a beast., Moon thought to herself while giving the hooded man a quick glance and retort, "Monsters can hide in all of us.." before turning back toward the path the others took and jogging to catch up.

IcarusWings

2011-10-30, 03:19 PM

As soon as you enter the city, the air is filled with countless orisons. Prayers whispered to the gods echoing and resonating throughout the city. Racing through the streets like spoken Essence. From ordinary prayers by the needy, to salutations of golden priests in Orichalcum-gilded cathedrals, the entire city hums with prayer and reverence. The city is a temple and a bastion. A bastion of hope.

But every so often a black whisper punctuates the sea of prayer. Foul mutterings of death and doom, too low to make out. But the message is clear. There is something dark in the city. The bastion is falling from within. The mutterings are tainting the orisons. Something lurks in the dark places of Whitewall. Something that will do anything it can to tear apart the hope that has been built up. An Anathema in the truest sense of the word.

IcarusWings

2011-11-12, 04:22 PM

The city of Whitewall is a hub of trade and urban life. A great boulevard runs from the southern gate through to the the heart of the city, lit by the pulsating glows of prayers engraved upon the walls. The street is covered with merchant establishments, bazaars, and haggling traders in canvas stalls. This is the lifeblood of the city, and is walked upon by every manner of resident at some point in the day, from ruling lord to impoverished beggars.

At the very centre of the great temple-city are the grand cathedrals that tower above it. Here, high priests preach to the masses and rule the city of the faithful. This is where the finer politics of the city is debated and discussed, and where those with great influence, and those who know most about the state of the city, are to be found.

The port district in the western part of the city is the poorest. Its streets house the wash-outs and undesirables of the city who waste away in apartments overlooking the water. However, much of the trade and cargo movement that the merchants deal in is handled here before going through to the rest of Whitewall. It is also contains countless taverns, brothels, and other places where tongues tend to be loose.

The eastern sector is largely unpopulated, being a ghost-town after a few catastrophic accidents that happened there years ago. It is made up of hundreds of empty warehouses that are left unmonitored, and is often where the shady deals and less 'honest' politics goes on.

The northern part of Whitewall is both the factory and agriculture district, where the town gets its supply of daily needs. Huge smoking factory-cathedrals create great machines, whilst also blessing food grown in prayer-powered fields around it. It is a district that the city could not live without.

Where do you go?

OOC - (Grim asked me to do a write-up of the stuff that's in Whitewall a while ago, and I did, but my internet connection cut out before I posted it, and it kept slipping my mind ever since.)

Kyrinthic

2011-11-13, 10:48 AM

"I.. This is not ... what I was expecting." Kiru looks around uncertainly. "Do you mind If I remain with you two while we explore this metropolis?"

Meld

2011-11-14, 09:28 PM

"So here we are..", Moon whispered before turning to to address Kiru's question, "Sure, If Spectre does not have a problem with it ;however, right now...We are in a bit of a quandry, no?"

Stepping forward to look around, Moon sighs before turning back to Spectre,"Well...he never told us Where in Whitewall his sister is..and now that we are inside we will have to deal with whatever is causing the problems inside the city..and those agents..if they arent one and the same. Any ideas?"

Grim ranger

2011-11-15, 03:34 AM

"Not at all... I believe that we will need all the help that we can possibly get in order to stand any chance to stop what is happening here" the deathknight says in his gravelly voice, looking at Moon. "I believe that we should go to the eastern sector and port district at first. In there we should see the corruption firsthand, and should be able to gather some clues that will help us to track it down to it's source... And eliminate said source altogether. Besides, I do not think that they would take kindly to me visiting the other parts of the city... And those two locations sound like perfect place for deathlord's agents to operate out of."

Meld

2011-11-16, 05:11 PM

"Sounds good..", Moon replied before turning back to the direction of the port, "Keep your eyes open, we dont know just how Many of them there are in this city."

Hopefully we do not draw ourselves into a trap., Moon thought before turning back to the others, "Shall we get started then? I'm thinking the port should be checked first, although I'm not against the eastern sector going first."

Kyrinthic

2011-11-17, 08:28 AM

"I am ambivalent to these options as I do not know the layout of this city" Kiru replies, glancing around, trying to take in the wide range of new sights as they move. "I am curious though, what specifically are we looking for?"

Grim ranger

2011-11-17, 09:13 AM

"We'll know when we see it", Spectre said in way of answer, beginning to walk towards their destination. "We might have to look around some, but I am sure we will run across something before long. Our target does not sound like all that subtle man, even if he does not likely openly advertize himself. For now, trying to find particularly lethal drug smuggling ring would give us quite strong trail to follow."

Meld

2011-11-19, 11:17 AM

"If not a particularly gruesome trail to follow..", Moon replied before turning to Kiru and continuing,"Shall we?"

Before waiting for an answer, Moon turned back to follow Spectre.

Grim ranger

2011-12-08, 02:55 AM

"Yes, let's. We have stalled for too long anyhow, and I am anoxious to get this business over with" the deathknight grumbles, beginning to walk towards the eastern sector of the city. It has been bit too long since he has had the chance to eviscerate someone.

Kyrinthic

2011-12-08, 08:06 AM

Nervously looking around trying to absorb the plethora of unusual sights, Kiru says nothing and follows.

IcarusWings

2011-12-09, 04:58 PM

The Eastern Sector of the city seems quiet at first, but as you walk through the gate into the district, you see a crime scene laid-out before your eyes. Two bloodied bodies lie in a gutter at the side of the cobbled road, and Whitewall law enforcement officials stand around talking and investigating, it seems to have been a brutal murder.

Other than the investigation, there is no one else around.

Grim ranger

2011-12-10, 03:51 AM

"Ah, there we go. I believe that my suspicions were more or less correct, at least according to current evidence", Spectre muses and breathes deeply in as if smelling the death in the air. "Of course, these cases might not be connected to one we hunt, but it never hurts to be sure. Moon, do you think you could ask some information about this from those law enforcement officials?"

Meld

2011-12-15, 03:46 PM

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask..However, dont be surprised if they start asking us several questions about why we are here or so on.", Moon responded while staring at the two bloodied bodies.

Stopping to straighten her cloak, Moon sighed before walking up to the nearest official and asking, "Hello!! Um, mind if I ask what happened?"
OOC: We are alive?!?!?!..I was starting to give up hope earlier(and I was distracted by swtor /drool).

Kyrinthic

2011-12-15, 04:03 PM

Kiru remains back a bit, watching how the conversation unfolds, and looking around the scene to see if she spots anything unusual or agressive.

I'm still here, I check daily (other than sometimes weekends), but I'm not really a driver of the plot with this character.

Grim ranger

2011-12-22, 01:51 PM

Shrugging as he watches Moon go and speak with the officials, Spectre rakes his memory for clues as to how they might detect the deadly operation being run in the city. Even if the clues thus far have not been really helpful in finding the exact location, perhaps he can recall something that he has learnt during his tenure as servant of Mask of Winters that might come in useful in their present situation.

I don't want this to die! Help me revive it!

Also, can Spectre remember Mask of Winters sending him out to foil any plots of this rival deathlord near Whitewall, or gotten any information about the workings of his operations while striking against him in the past? :smallconfused:

Kyrinthic

2011-12-22, 03:03 PM

I don't want this to die! Help me revive it!

Also, can Spectre remember Mask of Winters sending him out to foil any plots of this rival deathlord near Whitewall, or gotten any information about the workings of his operations while striking against him in the past? :smallconfused:

I think thats mostly up to IcarusWings, his posting frequency has been low, and we really cant do much without gm responses.
All I know is that I am here and ready to roll. I check daily (other than weekends sometimes).

Meld

2011-12-23, 11:08 AM

I'm still here, busy with the families Christmas/New Years celebration but still here nonetheless.

IcarusWings

2011-12-24, 11:21 AM

The investigator looks up from the body. "You probably know as much as we do. They were found this morning, there are no suspects. One of them was a merchant, used to be quite wealthy, but he lost a lot of business after a drug smuggling scandal a few years ago, and never made it back. The other is completely unknown to anyone. Do you know anything?

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Kiru's perceptive eyes settle on a vague humanoid figure crouched upon the shadowy rooftops, it is perfectly still and doesn't seem to have noticed you.

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Spectre remembers nothing of any missions near to Whitewall, but he does remember an encounter with one of the Black Angel's lieutenants: a stealthy Deathknight known as Shadow, he handled many of the Angel's covert dealings, and took pride in leaving no witnesses to any of his operations, through violent means if needed.

Sorry, the forums were starting to become too time-consuming for me, and it was screwing with my life where I wasn't doing any work or anything, so I decided to cut myself off entirely except for this game. But, as I haven't been logging in as much, I haven't really thought to check this thread. I've switched it to an e-mail notification now, so I should be able to be more punctual from now on.

Meld

2011-12-27, 01:53 AM

"Drug smuggling scandal you say..", pausing to process this information, Moon sighed before continuing, "Well, do you know if he had done anything..suspicious recently? There was a..well to put it plainly, a nasty drug given to a very large group of people recently that has some..particularly nasty side effects. And he may have had some dealings with this particular drug."

IcarusWings

2011-12-27, 12:47 PM

That certainly sounds problematic. I can't say I know of any recent rumours circulating about the merchant, you would have to find someone who was closer to him. I believe he was often seen with a few... less than reputable individuals in the Port District. If you desire to find out more about him, you might want to look there.

Grim ranger

2011-12-28, 03:31 PM

Thoughtful and somewhat annoyed by the fact that he is not being of much help to the investigation as things are, the deathknight steps closer to the corpse, studying the site for any additional information. It may be a long shot for him to assume that he finds something the other investigators have not, but it is worth a try. If he knows Black Angel any, he is too careful to leave evidence pointing to his plots... Most of the time. No one is perfect, after all, even if deathlords would propably like to think of themselves as such.

Awareness roll... Let's see if Spectre can dig up any additional information.

[roll0]

Meld

2011-12-31, 03:19 PM

"I see..", pausing to take a quick glance at the bodies, Moon grimaced before turning her attention back to the investigator, "Any ideas on where to start in the port district? Or anyone willing to help us find them? So far from experience we've seen that these people don't take kindly to intrusions or surprises."

So much stuff to prepare for tomorrow :smallsigh:...by the way happy New Year to y'all.:smallbiggrin:

IcarusWings

2012-01-01, 07:55 AM

Spectre's eyes catch a glimpse of the silhouetted figure on the rooftop, however it is too dark for him to be able to make out any details, it might not even be there at all.

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The investigator thinks for a moment. "The Bloody Huntress might be a good place to start. It's not the most savoury of taverns, but the landlady seems to know everyone's business in this city.

Grim ranger

2012-01-01, 09:23 AM

Allowing his gaze to return to the dead bodies, Spectre gives no indication that he has noticed anything out of the ordinary... But in his mind, he is already analyzing the situation. So, they have already been noticed... Which in turn means that ambush or assassination attempt is only a matter of time. Whoever is running Angel's operation in this city is likely rather careful to cover their tracks, so dragging the smuggling ring out of their lairs is going to be rather difficult. Well, at least they seem to have one lead to follow.

"Perhaps you could instruct us on how to find said tavern then? We do not have any other leads to follow at the moment" he says in his gravelly voice, stepping away from the corpses. "It might be wild goose chase, but it is still better than nothing."

IcarusWings

2012-01-01, 12:48 PM

"If you head to the port district and stay by the waterfront, you'll reach a long pier stretching out onto the sea. The Bloody Huntress is at the end of that. Be careful, it's a... rowdy place. Whatever you do, do not get on the wrong side of the landlady.

Sol's speed."

Grim ranger

2012-01-01, 01:37 PM

"Do not worry... I have no intention of provoking anyone. May the Sun be with you" Spectre says calmly, nodding to the investigators before beginning to walk away towards the Bloody Huntress. They may perhaps find something from there, but things can well get violent... In which case, he will have no choice but to defend himself. Speaking of which...

"Keep walking and look natural" he says calmly to Moon in very low tone to prevent anyone from hearing his words. "There is a man on the rooftops that is currently observing us, and if I am correct he works for Black Angel. If he is the agent I remember, he handles covert dealings such as this one, and leaves no witnesses if they are about to be uncovered. He should be quite skilled assassin, unless time has dulled his skills... Which I find highly unlikely due to the fact he is a deathknight."

Pausing for a moment, he allows the information to sink in before continuing quietly. "Just pretend to remain ignorant, but be ready for ambush. We will need to visit that tavern in any case, and we could never catch that man here if would would try to chase after him."