Streets of the Town XVIII

[Kyrian]

OMG ITS THE STREETS?!?! Enjoy :smallbiggrin:

[Nevrmore]

((*cough*))

[Ms_Elaneous]

Crucius' lips once again curl into some form of a grin.

"Fine, then. You can have your fun...Then I'll have mine." He issues a hollow laugh as he twirls his bardiche.

"Then everyone can have a good time. How nice," he says jovially. He stretches out his arm pointing again at Crucius. From his shoulder, the thick threads hurtle towards Crucius.

[Nevrmore]

The twisted man ducks, swinging his blade above him to slice the threads as he charges at the straw man with speeds you wouldn't except from such thin legs.

[AmberVael]

Aesa's illusion comes out into the streets and then goes into the Slums.

[Ms_Elaneous]

Raising his eyebrows a little, the man jumps up at the wall to dodge whilst retracting the remainder of the threads. "Impressive. Reminds me of the way my brother and I used to play."

[Nevrmore]

Crucius swings his bardiche at the wall and the man.

[Ms_Elaneous]

The man jumps away and rolls as he lands before springing to his feet. "Not like that, though. Mum always frowned on destruction of house property. We only did that outside the estate."

[Nevrmore]

Crucius twirls around, swinging a foot for the man's face.

[Ms_Elaneous]

He tilts backwards to dodge, a little off balance as he does so. "Not bad, not bad. I'm having fun, but I'm beginning to think you're not simply playing. Looks more like business than pleasure."

[Nevrmore]

"Trust me, once I drag you to K.N.A.V.E.S., I'll have more fun than I'll be able to comprehend." He says, using his bardiche as a launching-off point to try and plant his foot into the man-child's face.

[Ms_Elaneous]

Once again, he falls backward to dodge and falls the rest of the way, only using his body to roll backwards, apparently having some amazing flexibility, before standing up." Oh, yes, the torture bit? Now you are starting to sound like my mother. That always was her kind of thing. I think my family'd have approved of you."

[Kyrian]

Victor gets hit and vanishes.

[Nevrmore]

"Your insults do nothing to me, straw man." Crucius says. He retrieves his bardiche and once more assumes a stance.

[Ms_Elaneous]

He raises his hand again and propels the threads towards Crucius, needle points in the ends this time, "Who said it was an insult? She was the best at what she did, I assure you."

[Nevrmore]

Crucius thrusts his bardiche in front of him protectively, the needles clanging against the blade.

"Onus!" The stiched-man shouts. The giant behind the two once more tries to grab the straw man.

[Ms_Elaneous]

Being forewarned by the shout to the giant, the man dodges beneath the giants legs, rolling backwards again, and trying to retract the needled threads back.

[Nevrmore]

The giant, Onus, temporarily overcoming the weight of his hands, spins around, trying to send a fist into the man's...body.

[Ms_Elaneous]

Not having expected it, having been in the middle of an acrobatic feat, the man becomes winded by the blow. "Damn. This really is business for you, isn't it?" he manages to gasp while lying out on the ground.

[Nevrmore]

Crucius walks up to the man, planting his foot on his chest and resting the blade of his bardiche against his neck.

"Do I win?"

[Ms_Elaneous]

Recovering his breath, the man smiles a bit, "Well, not the way I play it." The threads from his shoulders shoot out and try to wrap around both the bardiche and his leg. "You see, I'm still able to fight at this point. Gotta try harder."

[Nevrmore]

A giant finger, at least twice as large as the man's head, looms over his face.

"Admit your defeat or my pet, Onus here, will crush your skull."

[Ms_Elaneous]

"Ah-ha..." The man runs some possible moves in his head and comes up with nothing that would effectively counteract the impending head crushing, "Now, that's a proper checkmate. I will concede defeat." The threads return to his body, needles and all.

[Nevrmore]

Crucius smiles. Or tries to. Removing his foot from the man's chest and blade from his neck, he allows Onus to try and grab him in his giant hand.

[Ms_Elaneous]

For a moment he thinks about offering to walk with him to KNAVES, after all, a deal is a deal, but he remembers the exact deal is if Crucius wins, Crucius gets to take him back to KNAVES. Might as well let him do just that. Besides, having the wind knocked out of you and someone standing on your chest makes a fellow a bit short of breath. The giant hand can easily pick him up at will.

[Nevrmore]

The hand wraps around the man, leaving barely anything but his head and feet stivking out of either side of it. Crucius climbs upon Onus' back, who carries both of them back to K.N.A.V.E.S.

[Kyrian]

Romulus carries Svala out of Trog's. He looks at the skies and smiles back at Svala. "Would you like to fly?"

[AmberVael]

Svala cuddles closer to him and shakes her head.

[Kyrian]

Romulus smiles and walks down the streets, holding her close.

[Kyrian]

Rafael wanders the streets, limping slightly.

[Nevrmore]

Adder steps out of the Slums, thinking about a good reward for Aesa's competence.

[Kyrian]

Rafael mutters as he sees Adder and continues to limp.

[Nevrmore]

Adder spots Rafael.

"Hey there, Vamp, looks like you've been having a good time."

[Kyrian]

Rafael gives a low growl.

[Nevrmore]

"By the way, if you don't manage to bleed to death before you see Aesa, tell her I said 'Good job!'"

[Kyrian]

Haha...you're just sooo funny....

[Nevrmore]

"Ah, it seems you're not anymore excitable even when you're dying. No fun." Adder sighs, walking back into the Slums.

[Kyrian]

Rafael scowls as one of the enhanced pistols reappear in his hand and he fires at Adder's leg.

[Obsidian Blade]

Fydan and Kal walk out of Trog's. She turns to him. That didn't work out very well. Where do you want to go?

[Kyrian]

"Where ever you want is fine with me."

[Obsidian Blade]

Let's go to the woods. I haven't been there in ages.

[Kyrian]

Kal nods. "Sounds like a plan." He begins leading the way.

[Obsidian Blade]

Fydan follows.

[Chaotic Bob]

Rizzen walks out of the Church of The Seed. He looks around and walks down the road.
The illithid Tel falls into step with him, slipping out of a neaby alley.
Wanna tell me what I just got myself into? Certainly doesn't seem like an ordinary church.
It isn't. We're just not sur what makes it so different.
Let's see...don't worship a god, initiation involved eating a seed and apparently fighting with your inner self...
Those certainly help I suppose...come, I'll deliver you back to the beach.
Please do, I could use a relaxing nap in the sand...
The illithid nods and grabs Rizzen' shoulder, pulling them both down into the street.

[AmberVael]

Verdandi comes out of the police station and waits for Aerin.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin leaves the police station. So where to now?

[AmberVael]

Its a little ways outside of Town.
Verdandi starrts walking.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin nods. That's fine. She's looking around, seeing what's the same, what's different from the last time she was out on the street.

[AmberVael]

Verdandi leads them to Rose Forge and goes inside.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin goes in behind her.

[Obsidian Blade]

The air ripples out slightly from the Slums, and Lelin raises her head as she recognises its owner. She blinks and disappears.


A few minutes later she reappears, and randomly floats to the top of a building, where she sits and looks over the Town.

[Baeleck]

Lycande walks down the streets from the woods, looking thoughtfull. Wher'd Elune go... she thinks, continuing along and then going into the tavern.

[Castaras]

Tasha blinks as dead time releases its hold on her. She sighs and heads back to the police station.

[Gnrlshrimp]

One of Random's shapeshifting "creations" walks towards Trog's Tavern, changing its appearance to look like Random. It enters Trog's Tavern, laughing.

[Therarde]

Therarde appears in a puff of somethingorother, and walks into Trog's.

[Baeleck]

Lycande quickly makes her way out of the tavern, followed by Feniar.
{Elven} "Ugh! That was horrid!"
{Elven} "Well, we were warned that there were some strange and twisted people in this palce..."
Lycande stands where she is, feeling a little ill.

[Warpfire]

Nathaniel pops out of a portal that appears a seven or eight feet above the ground. He falls to the ground, his armor making a loud thud.

He remains where he is, appearing unconscious. A horrible smell seems to be coming from him, that of burned flesh. Quiet groaning can be heard by those with more acute hearing.

[Baeleck]

Lycande's ears prick.
{Elven} "You hear that?" She asks Feniar.
The hawk nods.
{Elven} "Sounds like... groaning..."
Lycande heads towards the source of the noise.

[Warpfire]

Nathaniel suddenly falls silent. He remains lying, face-down, on the ground, arms outstretched in front of him.

A large, two-handed sword suddenly appears in his hands.

[Baeleck]

Lycande sees the man on the ground.
"Sir... Are you ok?" She says, concern in her voice.
She then casts cure serious wounds on the Nathaniel.

[Warpfire]

Nathaniel doesn't answer, and one might deduce he is unable to. As the spell is cast, the burning smell lessens, but still remains.

[Baeleck]

Lycande bites her lip, and, at teh worst possible time, dead time envelops her and the hawk.

[Warpfire]

A minute or two later, Nathaniel awakens. He begins dragging himself down the streets in a random direction, looking for a temple or church. The process is very slow, considering the situation he's in.

[Kyrian]

Nazgul and Aeri enter the streets, hand in hand.

[AmberVael]

Far far away there is a gnomish experimenter. He had ordered a quite large pack of curing ointment from the OmniShop.
As luck would have it, he had it ordered, not by any sane method, but roc mail. This was because he had a bet with a friend, who had offered to pay for the ointment should it actually arrive by such a method.
As luck would also have it, Bubba the Roc Hunter was on top of a rooftop, and shot the roc out of the air with his disentegrating rifle of acme quality.
The ointment, however, remained. The barrel of healing ointment turned over, dumped its contents on Nathaniel, then promptly turned into a flower.
The Dancing Man whistles as he walks away from the scene, certain that no one would connect him to the odd incident.

[Deadly]

Aeri smiles as they walk towards the woods, still chuckling slightly at a thought that's probably best left in her head.

[Kyrian]

Nazgul looks at her with an eyebrow raised. Do I even want to know?

[Deadly]

Aeri shakes her head with a grin No. Just thinking of... friends.

[Kyrian]

Nazgul tilts his head a little, confused by the small pause.

[Warpfire]

Nathaniel stands, and leans against a wall weakly. He looks up towards the sky. "How randomly helpful." The burning smell remains as Nathaniel slowly makes his way towards Trog's, leaning up against walls and such for support.

[Deadly]

Aeri smiles and kisses Nazgul Don't worry, I'm just getting silly.

[Kyrian]

Nazgul smiles and kisses her back. Ok.

[Deadly]

Aeri smiles and puts an arm around him as they leave the Town and enter the woods.

[Baeleck]

Lycande snaps back into reality, to see that the Nathainiel is gone.
{Elven} "Oh dear..."
She deides to head off back towards Elune's hut.

[AmberVael]

A cloaked and disguised person walks through the streets, and then finds an NPC.
lookin' fer the Goldshadows'. Down tha' way, right?
The NPC shakes his head.
It is, but it got destroyed months ago.
The cloaked person stays where they are for a moment.
Thank ya kindly.
They go off to Trog's.

[SoulSpear]

Jin sighs as he notices Tom go into the K.N.A.V.E.S. Headquarters. He stops at the door and walks the streets amlessly. Looking for somthing to do."Now what" Jin grumbles to himself.

Unluckally for him Dead Time suddenly strangles him with its Dead Timmeyness

[Nevrmore]

Edward T. Moneyhoggle, the Town's foremost, piss-drunk railroad tycoon exits Trog's, stumbling and mumbling about pink elephants as he walks down the street.

[McBish]

Eric follows him hiding in the shadows.

[Nevrmore]

Edward T. Moneyhoggle makes it back to his house, stumbling inside. He can be heard arguing with his wife, Abigail S. Moneyhoggle.

[Kyrian]

Nazgul carries Aeri out of the woods, and starts walking towards Trog's.

[Deadly]

Aeri looks sadly at the sky

[Kyrian]

Aeri...I love you...and I want you to know you can tell me anything.

[Deadly]

((Shouldn't this thread be numbered XVIII (18) rather than XIX (19), since the last one was XVII (17)?))

Aeri sighs I know. I just don't know what to think. I have to believe that he was lying.

[McBish]

Eric glances for guards around the houses and possible entry points.

[Kyrian]

Nazgul looks at her. I believe he had to be.

[Nevrmore]

Edward T. Moneyhoggle is too pompous to hire guards. Possible entry points are the door out back leading into the basement, several windows around the perimeter, and a gutter that is able to be climbed up to a second story balcony.

[Deadly]

Aeri smiles a bit Thank you for believing in me. I know I follow the right path. I may not be perfect, but I do my best, and my god knows that.

[McBish]

Eric moves to the back door and tries to open it quietly.

[Kyrian]

Your god knows it...and I know it. Nazgul reaches the tavern and carries her inside.

[Nevrmore]

The back door opens with nary a squeak.

[McBish]

Eric slips quietly into the basmnent and listen and looks for anyone or anything.

[Nevrmore]

Edward T. Moneyhoggle and Abigail S. Moneyhoggle are much too busy arguing to notice anything or anyone.

[McBish]

Eric looks for a safe or wherever Moneyhoggle keeps his money.

[Nevrmore]

There is a large, very conspicuous picture of Ogsford T. Moneyhoggle (Edward T. Moneyhoggle's grandfather) hanging in the hallway.

[McBish]

Eric looks behind it.

[Nevrmore]

There is a very large safe behind the picture.

[McBish]

Eric attempts to open it using his odd ablity to open anything.

[Nevrmore]

The vault swings open.

[McBish]

Eric looks inside for the money.

[Nevrmore]

The vault is filled to the very top with stacks of cash.

[McBish]

((Cash or coin?))

Eric looks for a bag to put it all in.

[Nevrmore]

((Cash. Paper money.))

There is a potato sack sitting in the middle of the hallway for some reason.

[McBish]

Eric looks at one of the bills to see if it would be good in the Town as he picks up the bag.

[Nevrmore]

The money is clearly labelled as Town currency.

[McBish]

Eric wonders about what they are worth as he stuffs them into the bag.

[Nevrmore]

The bag holds about 1/3 of all the money contained within the vault.

[McBish]

Eric looks for another bag or something. ((About how much is that in gp?))

[Nevrmore]

((Let's see...pulling a number out of my ass, about 200.))

There is a bear skin rug on the floor. The mouth leads into the empty body cavity.

[McBish]

Eric decides he has enough cash and takes the bag and puts it by the back door. Now he goes in search of jewlery.

[Nevrmore]

In Abigail S. Moneyhoggle's room is a model head with a diamond encrusted tiara and at least five or six necklaces made of different gems and other valuable minerals.

[McBish]

Eric fills his pouches and pockets with these.

[Nevrmore]

The sound of the argument grows louder, but not because it is becoming more intense - Edward T and Abigail S Moneyhoggle are ascending the stairs, locked in their battle, making their way towards Abigail's room.

[McBish]

Eric looks around quickly to see if there is a window. If there is he will open it and climb out close it behind him and drop down to the street.

[Nevrmore]

There is no window. There is, however, a bed.

[McBish]

Eric rips off the sheets of the bed and waits by the door.

[Nevrmore]

((I was thinking more of hiding under the bed, but that works, too.))

The door flies open, threatening to break Eric's nose upon contact. The two storm into the room.

"YOU NEVER LOVED ME!"

"YOU'RE A DRUNK!"

"YOU ONLY WANTED ME FOR MY FATHER'S INHERITANCE!"

"YOU ONLY WANTED ME FOR MY IMPRESSIVE BREASTS!"

etc. etc.

[McBish]

Eric expecting the door to open isn't hit by it and he drops the sheet over them and then tries to knock them over as he runs out the door and down towards the basement.

((Why would he want to get stuck under the bed?))

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe streaks down the street. Woo! I'm invisible! Luckily, he appears to be running very fast. The police are following him on horses and firing crossbows at him.

[Nevrmore]

The couple fall on top of each other, screaming profanities. They have no time to even see who the hell threw a sheet over them, much less follow them out the door.

[McBish]

Eric runs downstairs picks up the bag and runs towards the docks. After awhile he stops running and starts a casual pace walk towards his new building.

[Deadly]

Aeri leaves Trog's along with Nazgul Odd how the peace never lasts in that place.

[Kyrian]

Yea, it'd be nice if it did once and a while.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake comes up from the Slums and heads for Trog's.

[Deadly]

Aeri nods and walks towards the beach That would be great, but I doubt it'll happen.

[Lord Iames Osari]

At the last moment, Drake decides against going into Trog's. He turns and decides to head for Gwen's house.

[Kyrian]

Nazgul nods, following along with Aeri.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe, in full noble clothing, runs down the street. A few police helicopters descend and begin firing at him. Summon d20 Modern Mount! A fully armed car appears. Vespe hops in and drives, returning fire at the helicopters.

[Nevrmore]

Vespe gets four stars. The SWAT Team is called in.

[Vespe Ratavo]

You'll never take me alive coppers! Summon Rocket Launcher! He takes the rocket launcher and fires it at the SWAT teams car.

[Nevrmore]

Vespe gets 5 stars as the van explodes. Two tanks appear on either side of the street, closing in on the crazed bard.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe steers his car towards one of the tanks and leaps from it as it crashes into the tank, and he rips open the others hatch. He pulls out his sword and begins stabbing at the crew.

[NecroPaladin]

A falling helicopter explodes, destroying both the Adorable Three-Legged Kitten Hospital and Madame Seleste's Orphanage for Baby Puppies with Soulful Eyes.

Someone screams "Oh, the humanity!"

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe commandeers the tank, laughing maniacally. He proceeds to shoot at nonspecific non important buildings.

[NecroPaladin]

In the line of fire are The Nursery for Lovable, Non-Troublesome Babies and Blithey's Center for the Study and Care of Terminally Ill Children.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe and his player are both laughing insanely now, but Vespe's player gets one star and is dragged off the computer for about 15 or 20 minutes.

Vespe continues his nonspecific rampage.

[NecroPaladin]

A man on fire runs screaming. "OH MY GOD, HE'S HEADED STRAIGHT FOR THE DISABLED CHILDREN'S DAY-CARE CENTER! NOOOOOO!"

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespes tank drives straight over the day care. Vespe's player is forcibly dragged off the computer. He will be back in about 20 minutes.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe's player comes in from walking the dogs.

Vespe aims and fires at The Shelter for Homeless Old and Smart People Who Are A Valuable Part of the Community.

[AmberVael]

Verdandi comes out of RoseForge and waits for Aerin.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin comes out behind her. Where to, do you think?

[McBish]

The police station has sunk down into the ground after a powerfull explosion.

[NecroPaladin]

As to the above...

BLAMMO!

I just figured that people in the Streets would hear an exploding Police Station (or rather, the ground beneath it).

There is a small earthquake and people can see smoke and hear screams coming from that general direction.

Didn't notice you there, McBish.

[McBish]

((I beat you.))

[NecroPaladin]

((Damnable hell! You haven't won yet, mutt!))

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin looks up in shock. I'm afraid dinner will have to wait, Vera, she says, drawing her sword and winging toward the remains of the station.

[Vespe Ratavo]

An explosion? And I didn't cause it? That is it! Vespe turns the tank around and drives towards the station.

[AmberVael]

Verdandi looks at the station and hesitates, unsure.
On one hand, she didn't want anyone to be hurt.
On the other hand... she didn't ever want to fight again.

[blackout]

A half-dozen Thunderhawks with Blackout Raider markings fly towards the sinking police station.

Inside the lead Thunderhawk, Nukular is suiting up in his newly refitted Crisis Suit.

[Warpfire]

An apparently normal peasant wallks the streets, and catches sight of the sinking station.

Hmm... echoes a voice in his head. KNAVES appears to be responsible for this..
"Oh, gods...please tell me..."
Go and find their leader.
"But..but...there's lots of scary people in there! I'll die! You'll die!"
Shut up and get in there while I ready to manifest.

Still frightened, the peasant nonetheless makes his way towards the sinking station.

[NecroPaladin]

K.N.A.V.E.S Soldiers begin to dash through the streets to the Police Station, ready to act as reinforcements.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe wildly fires on the ruins of the police station.

[NecroPaladin]

"Fall Back, Fall Back!"

K.N.A.V.E.S Soldiers start to retreat into the streets, seeking various hideouts and safehouses from which they can reconnect with HQ.

[McBish]

Groups of enforcer faires now less then 20 head out hunting them down.

[NecroPaladin]

There are a few minor street skirmishes. Sometimes the fairies win, sometimes KNAVES win. Ultimately, though, the fall-back is exectuted and the violence outside of the blast zone is diffused.

[McBish]

Any dead faires disapear.

[AmberVael]

Verdandi shivers as she watches it all, only to have Aesa appear next to her.
Well, hello Vera.
Verdandi turns towards her, startled.
Oh... hi.
I'm surprised you aren't in there fighting alongside Aerin. Something wrong?
Uh... um.. no... its all fine.
Aesa raises an eyebrow, looking unconvinced.
Hm.

[NecroPaladin]

The explosions of thrown bombs leave KNAVES and fairies alike spattering in pieces. The streets have turned into a zone of guerilla warfare, slowly calming down but bloody nontheless.

[AmberVael]

Aesa sighs and shakes her head.
C'mon, Vera, lets go to Trog's. Maybe it won't be crazy like normal.
They head off together.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin walks down the street from the remains of the station and ducks into Trog's.

[Obsidian Blade]

Fydan emerges onto the street from the wrecked OmniShop.

[Kyrian]

Kal looks around. "Um...shouldn't the station be over there?"

[Obsidian Blade]

Um... yes. Yes it should. Fydan groans as she looks over at it. You have GOT to be kidding me.

[Kyrian]

"This night just keeps getting better and better..."

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin and Vera come out of Trog's, Vera leaning against Aerin.

[AmberVael]

Verdandi hums an odd little tune as she walks with Aerin.
She glances over at the police station.
'M glad I left that place. Not any fun... nope.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Not fun, no, Aerin agrees, guiding Vera toward the gap where the station had been.

[Obsidian Blade]

Tell me about it. Fydan starts off towards the station. We should go help. Rell might be in there.

[AmberVael]

Verdandi seems to be getting more and more out of it with each step.

[Kyrian]

Kal nods and keeps pace with Fydan.

[Nevrmore]

Crucius, smelling quite horrible and clutching a half-dead fairy in his hands, weaves through the streets with speed.

Scheise...It'd be stupid to go back to HQ, now. I'd better find a place to hide out.

[McBish]

Eric leaves Trog's and heads towards the docks.

[Nevrmore]

Crucius ducks into the Slums, fearing the fairy in his clutches would wake up soon.

[Gnrlshrimp]

A hundred Jury members march through the streets, heading for the KNAVES HQ.

[The powers]

a black robed figure strides out of the tavern and stares up at a bright point of light, shielding his eyes as, the platform of pure intense white light reaches ground level as the light fades his eyes widen as he lets out a shout
YOU?!

[Gnrlshrimp]

A small platoon of about ten Jury members march in from outside of town and head towards the KNAVES HQ.

[The_Librarian]

On their way back through the town to the slums, Greeny and Kratos both yelp in surprise at the bright white light.

"What the hell was that?!" Greeny barks in alarm, instinctively putting himself between Kratos and the light.

[The powers]

A tall female human with long pale hair, dressed in robes, virtualy identical to the dark figure, except hers are colored in the purest white, steps off the now fading platform, and walks towarys
Ethuli, what posible purpose could you have in this town?

[The_Librarian]

The wolves back away from the fading platform hurriedly. Greeny growls.

[The powers]

Tarna, my sister, worshipper of the betrayer, how could you worship the so called 'shinning lady' when she stood by and let the usurper imprision her own kin and for what? Not even her temples suvived, the purge. And here you are seeking to betray your kin. Well I too am becoming closser to my god he pulled back his hood and revealed a face, that was so unlike the face that she remembered, his previously smooth skin was now dotted in black scales, and his teeth were begining to to resemble those of a dragons, what have you done to yourself... as she approched, large black wings unfoled for the sides of his robes and he took off

[The_Librarian]

"Uh oh, evil villain, possibly boss fight... RUN!" The wolves flee the scene.

[Gnrlshrimp]

Ten "creations" march over to Trog's Tavern and wait.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake walks down the street, looking around. He goes into Trog's, looking curiosly at the ten creations.

[Gnrlshrimp]

Twenty more "creations" march over to Trog's Tavern. They join the ten already outside. None of them enter.

A short while later another twenty appear. There are now fifty waiting outside Trog's Tavern.

A short while later they leave.


A short while after that, a shapeshifting creation and the rogue creation exit Trog's TAvern a wander off.

[wxdruid]

Gwen walks out of Trog's and flies towards the beach.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake comes out of Trog's and waits for Alain.

[Kyrian]

Alain exits Trog's.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake moves to the middle of the street, drawing his sword and his dagger as he does. He settles into a defensive posture. I am ready when you are.

[Kyrian]

"You sure?" Alain grins as he puts a hand on the pommel of his sword.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Quite sure, Drake answers.

[Kyrian]

Alain draws the sword, and immediately vanishes. Drake would likely feel the sword poking at his back, as Alain seems to appear behind him at the exact instant he vanished.

[Lord Iames Osari]

At the touch of Alain's blade, Drake whirls around and takes a step away from Alain. Oh, so we're going to use more than our sword skills. Very well. His eyes flash yellow for a moment, and he waits again.

[Kyrian]

"Just using the sword's skills." Alain grins, before running forward normally and swinging the sword.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake moves his dagger to deflect the swing and lunges forward to deliver a touch to Alain's side with his rapier.

[Kyrian]

Alain's sword is turned wide, and as the rapier touches his side, Alain spins around, swinging horrizontally, meaning to tap Drake's side with the flat of his blade.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake twists his rapier to parry Alain's strike and backs away.

[Kyrian]

Alain takes a step back as well, and assesses the surroundings.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake springs forward, trying to push Alain's blade aside with his dagger and strike again with his rapier. Then he springs back.

[Kyrian]

Alain holds ground against the dagger, and barely manages to push the rapier aside, after it's already touched him. He runs towards Drake, and at the last second, veers off course and runs at a building. He leaps up and springs off the wall, swinging downwards at Drake.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake raises his blades in a cross to block Alain's swing.

[Xerillum]

A surgical tent is erected in the streets.

[Kyrian]

As Alain's sword hits Drake's block, Alain smiles. "You're not bad with the sword."

[Lord Iames Osari]

Neither are you, Drake responds.

[Kyrian]

Alain jumps back and turns the sword in his hand, so it points downwards now.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake steps back and settles into another defensive posture.

[Kyrian]

Nazgul flies high over the town with Aeri in his arms, higher than they've ever flown before.

[hr]

Alain starts to slowly circle around.

[Deadly]

Aeri tenses slightly at the height, but quickly relaxes again. She smiles and watches the streets fly by below

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake starts circling as well, keeping Alain directly in front of him.

[Kyrian]

Nazgul flies off in a new direction, an idea slowly forming in his mind.

[hr]

Alain continues his circling, trying to think of something.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake suddenly leaps forward, aiming a strike at Alain's back as he passes the other man.

[Kyrian]

Alain rolls forward, just barely missing the strike. He turns and keeps at the ready.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake turns and gets ready for a counter.

[Kyrian]

Alain waits until he sees Drake readied, then leaps forward, aiming to strike Drake's left leg.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake tries to sidestep, but Alain's swing connects. Drake takes the opportunity to aim a strike at Alain's shoulder.

[Kyrian]

Drake's strike also connects, as Alain doesn't have any time to do anything to try and block. He steps back and gently rubs the shoulder.

[Lord Iames Osari]

I would say that we're pretty evenly matched, Drake says, stepping back as well.

[Kyrian]

Alain nods and smiles. "Been a while since I've found someone that could match me."

[Lord Iames Osari]

The same here. Shall we call it a draw for now?

[Kyrian]

Alain nods and sheathes his sword.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake sheathes his weapons as well, then goes over and offers his hand.

[Veg Sorbet]

Domren continues to patrol the streets.

[Kyrian]

Alain takes Drake's hand and gives a firm shake.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake shakes Alain's hand, then says, So, what do you when you aren't drinking or swordfighting?

[Kyrian]

"Studying mostly. Spent a good portion of my first week here in the library."

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake nods. It can make the difference between a bad swordsman and a good one. I should stop by there sometime.

[Nevrmore]

A brilliant white light travels down the street, extending from The Exact Center of Town, illuminating every dark nook and cranny it touched before fading away.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake heads for the center of Town.

[Kyrian]

Alain heads off, as Remy decides to wander the streets.

[Warpfire]

Nathaniel exits the tavern, and heads for the center of Town.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake wanders through the streets, trying to find something to do.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe wakes up and drives the tank out of the streets.

[Kyrian]

Rafael leaves the tavern and starts up the street.

[AmberVael]

Aesa comes out of Trog's and goes after Rafael.

[Kyrian]

Rafael looks back. What do you want?

[AmberVael]

I think you know, Rafael.

[Kyrian]

Rafael shrugs, and turns to face her.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk walks out of Gwen's house, looking around for Drake.

[AmberVael]

Aesa watches him.
What do you want for it?

[Kyrian]

Not quite sure yet. What do you care?

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake is in the streets, still wandering around.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk spots Drake, resisting the urge to draw his weapons. He crosses the streets and tries to stalk up behind him slowly.

[AmberVael]

I want to know what the spear will be when it is remade.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake doesn't appear to notice Hawk. He continues to wander around, looking into various shop windows.

[Kyrian]

Can't help you with that. Rafael turns and starts off again.

[AmberVael]

Aesa smirks.
I could just take it from you.

[Kyrian]

Rafael ignores her.

[AmberVael]

Aesa snaps her fingers and a wall of force appears around Rafael.
Name your price.

[Kyrian]

Rafael stands where he is, doesn't face her or reply.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake turns in a new direction and spots Hawk out of the corner of his eye.

[AmberVael]

Aesa teleports next to him, unnoticeably trying to detect where the piece is while she moves in front of him.
Come now, Rafael. Everyone has their price...

[Kyrian]

She finds that it's in his jacket, yet not in his jacket, and as soon as she finds that small trace, it vanishes, and remains unable to be found.

My price? Heh, I doubt you'd agree to it.