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Post by Arkantos on Jun 2, 2006 10:09:45 GMT -5
Arkantos raised an eyebrow at the hovering Axe above Rory's head. "That's new, Astarael. When did you learn how to do that? Oh, and Rory, I hope this teaches you a lesson about Astarael's sensitivity to her age. Although, it is rather amusing to see you in a tight spot; I haven't had this much fun in years since I was a boy in Ceunon...Well, I'm full, anyway, so I'm going to the nearest bank to collect some more gold.
"That is, unless I am already on the Empire's payroll; in which case, I'll be a lot richer since the Varden never bothered to give me the respect I deserve as a magic user and as a superb fighter... also, I bet since they don't yet know of my defection, I still have my summer home in Surda...it really was a nice place..full of flowers that I kept blooming all year long.. a beautiful courtyard of stone..." As he rambled on with a blissful expression on his face, he walked out of the restaurant towards' the nearest bank, ignoring Astarael and Rory.
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Astarael
Soldier
Why bother saving people when you can just be saved by some pyscho in a green suit with a sword?
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Post by Astarael on Jun 7, 2006 13:04:29 GMT -5
Astarael released Rory about 3 feet off the ground and allowed the ax, which was becoming annoying to sustain, disperse.
"I learned that trick about a year ago, after I saw an elf do it, only with white flames and it came from moonlight; but it doesn't matter, he was weak anyway."
She replied, turning around as Arkantos began to tell her about his summer home."It sounds like a nice place, but I don't understand something. Why do you say they have slighted you if they've given you a relatively impressive estate? Or is it just the principal of the matter, and because of the cost of the home, they thought it was only appropriate to subtract the amount from your pay every month while you thought it was a gift for services rendered?", she continued with a cynical smile on her face that was quickly dropped in favor of a sceptically raised eyebrow as Arkantos left in bliss.
She then got up, checked to make sure her weapons were all there, and swiftly followed him out of the half-decimated delicatessen.
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Post by Damien on Jun 7, 2006 23:38:44 GMT -5
Rory rolled his eyes and followed, wondering what was going on. He swiftly cleaned his blade with a rag and sheathed it, before rushing forward to walk beside the shade.
“Where does he think he’s going? Surda is the other way . . . though I doubt he’d want to walk all the way to Surda from here.”
He glanced back mournfully at the destroyed restaurant, and then said, “At least we didn’t destroy the café . . ." Shaking his head, he sped up to keep pace with Astarael.
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Astarael
Soldier
Why bother saving people when you can just be saved by some pyscho in a green suit with a sword?
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Post by Astarael on Jun 8, 2006 8:50:45 GMT -5
"Oh, really? Look again.", she said, as said cafe exploded with the force of a thousand suns. A demonic red glow seemed to emanate from the flames, with red and black smoke giving form to the people's souls who perished within. Without any visible sign of her giving orders, the wraiths bowed their heads in submission and followed behind them in military rows, some with ghostly swords, others with pale silver spears that, when raised, looked like a thicket of trees.
"Just because the army follows my orders, doesn't mean that normal people will, and besides, I'd rather have servants who didn't think at all than have servants who were driven by the thought of fear. It's much more efficient just to control other spirits to do my bidding, just like my host did.She was foolish, though, summoning me to protect her father in a far-off battle that he was preparing for...I was too powerful for mere bindings that she learned for lesser slaves, and I overpowered her, but was too sloppy, and she raised a barrier around most of her mind that I can't get through. I can feel her now, you know, and I sometimes share things with her to gain a second opinion on things. Some Shades call me weak for doing this, but I don't really care.",She contemplated to Rory. A thought seemed to spur her on, and she accelerated to what a normal human would call breakneck running speed, but for her, it was merely a fast walk, as her spirit-controlled muscles did not tire easily.She quickly left Rory behind, her undead entourage following her with no apparent effort, just like their master.
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Post by Damien on Jun 8, 2006 9:13:59 GMT -5
He glared at Astarael’s back, and then looked sadly back at the decimated café.
“I swear . . .” He shook his head exasperatedly, and placed a very simple tracking spell on Astarael. Slowing his pace down to a comfortable walking speed, he contented himself with following slowly. Very, very slowly. And grabbing a bit of food here and there.
He kicked a small pebble across the road, before getting a (rather dangerous) idea and picking up the pebble. Quickly he uttered a single-syllable purifying spell on the pebble, and tossed it, with amazing accuracy, at one of Astarael’s ghostly soldiers. The pebble burned a hole through that wraith, and the one in front of it. With a soundless shriek the two humanoid forms dissolved into smoke. The pebble fell to the ground, it’s magic spent.
“Wow. I didn’t think it would affect them that much . . .”
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Post by Arkantos on Jun 16, 2006 11:53:12 GMT -5
Arkantos entered the bank and withdrew his coins. Then, he wispered something, not quite elvish, but not human either, to the teller. She evidently understood, because her face paled and she audibly gulped in awe, shock, and fear. She scuttled around the counter and curtsied, allowing him to enter the inner vaults, which ran deep under the city. Walking up to some guards, Arkantos said:"Is it ready yet?" The guard nodded, and stepped away from the door that was directly behind him. It opened with a sinister clang, and light pored out, revealing the mountains of treasure that lie within. Some were items, gleaming on their pedestals, daring you to touch them and see what happened. Others were weapons, mighty instruments of death wealded by heros from the dim past. It was into this that Arkantos stepped into, before alerting the guards to allow a Shade and a Soldier of the Empire in after him. The doors then slammed shut, with a sound that was as grim and certain as death itself.
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Post by Damien on Jun 19, 2006 10:10:52 GMT -5
((OOC: You don’t know how hard it is to think up a reply, but it's my turn to baffle you, so buckle up!))
Rory had his sword up and charmed, just in case Astarael wanted revenge for her soldier. He entered the vault with the blade still drawn and ready, but held it loosely at his side while surveying his surroundings. They were on a circular platform amidst a sea of blue fire, and all around them were flames which emitted heat but didn't burn. The door they entered from practically faded away into the mist, which, according to everything Solen taught him, really shouldn’t be there.
He contemplated the logic behind mist, which is basically floating water particles, and fire, which is hot, occurring together, and then gave up and pretended the mist was smoke from this fire. Made more sense than anything else he could come up with, anyway . . .
A glint of gold distracted him from his musings, and he looked up to see the treasures. The bling was pretty far away, and there was probably a hundred meters of burning blue between them, but he could see them almost as though they were right in front of him. He tried to touch one, but the illusion burned his hand slightly before fading away.
“The greedy man’s Hell, eh?” He stared suspiciously at Arkantos, before saying, “does this place really exist, or did you slip hallucinogens into my crab? And if it does exist, why did you bring us here?”
A flash of silver caught his eye, and when he turned he saw a gigantic fish leap out of the fire, hovered in midair and whistled the wedding march before diving back into the flames.
The baffled young soldier turned to face Arkantos, his mouth gaping like (you guessed it!) a fish. “Whaa?”
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Post by Arkantos on Jun 26, 2006 10:38:51 GMT -5
"Both, actually. The fish was just you, though, and so am I. The real me is 100 yards away, collecting a very rare book entitled "The Dominance of Fate". I suggest you go to him, as they only let people out in groups, or one at a time every 10 years." The phantasm Arkantos replied, fading away into darkness. The observant might have noticed that the spectre reflected the image of an ancient elf, a female, just before it hit the cavernous ceiling.
Meanwhile, the real Arkantos had collected his literary jewel and placed his ring into a custom recpticle that was on the book's cover. The ring flashed briefly, then spread blue tendrills of power along the silver inlay that was made it precisely for its' use as he slipped it into his pack which he brought in; he knew how rare it was, and wasn't taking any chances.
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Post by Arkantos on Aug 2, 2006 15:39:09 GMT -5
((BY THE POWER VESTED IN ME, I DECLARE THIS THREAD OF MINE OFFICIALY CLOSED DUE TO INACTIVITY))
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