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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 28, 2008 22:45:01 GMT -5
As Guinnie surveyed the inn, she saw drunk elves everywhere. And that elf from earlier. She couldn't feel his magic as well as all the drunk elves. He didn't have as much as the rest. Figures, Guinnie thought to herself, the elf with the most magic in the known world and the elf with the least magic of any elf she'd ever met in the same place. Curious, and not wanting to be seen using dark magic by this many elves, she slipped out of the inn, her pitch black cloak fastened tight.
Guinnie followed the elf silently down an alley. It seemed he was trying to escape. Could he feel the Dark elves coming like she could? Did he feel all of her dark magic? Her concentration broke, and she kicked a small pebble in her path. It clattered down the alley and hit the elf's calf just above his shoe. She held her breath, but knew he would find her. Even an elf with as little magic as him could feel the enormous aura she had.
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 29, 2008 12:13:52 GMT -5
(ooc: Fine! My char will stay and fight the bloody Dark elves! GO EDWARD! woot... Edit: Well, IF he dies, at least he does so bravely, instead of running away. Ooo, maybe they'll take him captive or something instead of killing him...that would be interesting...) Edward watched as both elves left hurriedly. It seemed a little unusual for them to suddenly leave as soon as approaching horses were heard. Unless they knew whoever was arriving couldn't be good news... He could have smacked himself. There was only one large group that would come to old, rundown Trel, which was full of nothing but dirtbags. Dark elves, looking for followers. D*mn it! Edward hastily stood and pulled out his sword, glancing around the inn. The other elves hadn't stirred at all. From the expressions on a few of their faces, some of them even knew what was coming. Weren't they going to take any action? Didn't they care at all? Had they lost all their faith? Had they no hope of survival? Of ever seeing their land restored back to it's original glory? Edward gritted his teeth. These elves disgusted him. Anyone without the dignity to stand up and fight for their freedome was detestable. Where was that warrior the elf girl had mentioned? There had to be someone else willing to fight. Straightening his back, Edward dauntlessly walked out the door to face the uncoming raiders. He slowly raised his sword. Let them come...
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Post by EndlessNyte on Jul 29, 2008 12:17:32 GMT -5
(you do that. i'll laugh when you die in the very first thread. i'll remove this post in a sometime...
EDIT: i would say i'm posting next, but we really sun to. where the crap is she?)
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 29, 2008 13:00:30 GMT -5
(ooc: Kara, if you die, will you make a new charrie? It would be a shame to die then never get to RP on this thread again.)
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 29, 2008 13:04:09 GMT -5
(ooc: Of course I'd make a new charrie! Heck, I might even bring Erik in. But...not in vampire form. Lol!)
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Post by EndlessNyte on Jul 29, 2008 13:13:38 GMT -5
(alright, someone needs to clear these ooc posts. and, should i just go ahead? is sun's char still in the inn, or what? meh, w/e, we'll find out next time she decides to post. i'm gonna go ahead...) (posted. um, if you end up having to create a new char... please no more vampire references... oh my goodness... )
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Post by EndlessNyte on Jul 29, 2008 13:22:03 GMT -5
Based on the time between hearing the noise and feeling the pebble, Genith quickly estimated there was only a small distance between him and his pursuer. He drew his bow and spun around, an arrow already notched and aimed right for the forhead of his foe. He was surprised for a moment; it was the same elf from earlier, his gut instinct had been right. As the youthful looking girl stopped in surprise, he barked his interrogation as forcefully as he could while still being quiet enough to avoid detection from anyone else nearby. "I see Djarni is employing front line spies now. I don't know why you aren't using Magic to conceal yourself, but no trickery will save you from a speeding arrow. Why were you following me?"
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 29, 2008 13:44:09 GMT -5
Guinnie looked at the boy in disgust. However, it entertained her that he had estimated her height to be about a foot taller than she really was. "I'm no spy," she spat. "I was just curious where you were going. I'm not too fond of people who run from their enemies. And trust me on this," Guinnie lowered her hood so he could see the sincerity in her face, "I'm not on their side." She glowered at the boy, waiting for how he would respond to her claim.
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Post by EndlessNyte on Jul 29, 2008 14:07:44 GMT -5
The girl wasn't just young, she was still a child! What type of Magic possessed her? There was no way such a presence could be found normally in one so young...
Studying her expressions carefully, Genith did not bring his bow down at all. She could be telling the truth... dark Magic couldn't provide such an air of innocence, there was always the underlying traces of a sinister, twisted thought process that he could normally detect. "... I don't have time to play games, and if you are not on their side neither do you. If you'd rather stay and fight then be my guest, but if that is the case you have no reason to be concerned with MY actions. Whatever sad past you may have come from, I don't care. You're a Dark Elf; I'm not a fool. If you'll excuse me..."
Genith kept his bow at his side as he began to walk off. There was no time; the enemy would soon have a perimeter around the city, if not already. And soon after that, a bubble would be created around the city, throwing it out of sync with the rest of the world and freezing Trel in time. At that point, there would be no escape.
this seems like as good a point as any to say that i'm leaving tomorrow and will be gone the rest of the week. so... good thing there's like a billion RPs on this site, right?
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 29, 2008 14:27:02 GMT -5
(Ooc: Wow guys, thanks. Geez, I decide to go to bed and then ya'll just leave me out.)
Ari watched the drama unfold, she could feel dark magic overwhelming the area. She groaned and slid off the stool, almost falling over. She cursed herself for getting so drunk, but she pitied whoever decided to mess with her while she was. Stumbling out of the bar into the fresh air she inhaled deeply and gazed around, she could hear hoofbeats getting closer and she knew she'd better vacate the area. Despite her urge to slice them all open, Ari quickly stumbled into a nearby alley, away from the approaching evil. Voices reached her elven ears from ahead and she frowned, it was the voice of those two from the bar. "I'm not on their side." She heard the female say. She squinted to see better through her hazy, drunken vision. The male had an arrow ready to let loose into the girl's head. She raised an eyebrow, What a marvelous run of luck I keep stumbling into... she thought bitterly. "Hey, you, boy." She shouted as she moved towards them. "Put down your d**n arrow will ya? She's not going to hurt you...yet." She chuckled.
(ooc: Blast you.)
Ari made her way towards the two voices. Soon, she heard the male walking off as she neared. Soon, she was close enough to see the female, the same girl at the bar. She laughed out loud. "He's not your warrior miss." She grinned drunkenly. "Stop stalking him."
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 29, 2008 16:39:14 GMT -5
(ooc: There, I fixed it.)
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 29, 2008 21:17:24 GMT -5
(ooc: Great. Now Edward's left there, his sword raised, and no one to fight. MATT! You said you were doing the npcs!! Get your sticking fingers TYPING, dang you!)
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Post by EndlessNyte on Jul 29, 2008 21:24:15 GMT -5
(well, random people you encounter for a split second don't matter. so you could talk to some drunk guy in the inn, or the innkeep, kill a darkie, whatever. i just figured i could take control of like other characters that will actually affect the story. like, if you had an encounter with, say, the leader of the darkie army, you wouldn't want to be controlling both in the same post and everything. of course, by handing me the authority i gets to come up with some rad-ness)
As Edward stood in front of the inn, he wondered why no one else was backing him up. He hadn't been within Elven borders for long, and, being without any sort of Magical awareness, couldn't have truly been expected to know what he was up against. He had unknowingly thought them to be simply raiders, and was in no way prepared for what he saw.
A shadowy rider was approaching from down the street. Brandishing his sword, the human prepared for combat. He knew the swing to make to counter the stab from the creature's lance and slice at his abdomen. A cruel move, but an easy one, if he didn't get kicked by the horse. It was about 5 yards away... and it disappeared. Surprised, Edward straightened up, letting down his guard. Then he felt a terrible cold behind him. He whirled around, but it was too late. The lance passed through his right shoulder, forcing him to drop his sword to the stone road. It was a wound he could normally have delt with fine, but it seemed to emanate a numbing wave through his body. Everything seemed to be moving slowly, a blur. He looked up and saw the rider's face as it turned the horse around to continue down on its path of destruction. The horse... it was a bizarre mess of bare bones, within it a swirling black mist where its heart would be. It was not an ordinary horse.
Edward didn't feel his knees hit the ground. His eyes glazed as he collapsed, face down in the dust. He was numb... screams of pain echoed around him. He could hear the whoosh of fires erupting across the city. He lost track of time, but he didn't care. If he was dying, then so be it. He had fallen in combat, unlike the cowards throughout the city. Of course, they probably had realized instantly how futile any resistance would be. Futile... how had that Elf gotten behind him like that? And with a horse too, if you could call it a horse. There wasn't enough room, the street wasn't wide enough... it couldn't have jumped over him...
His thoughts slowly turned to more and more abstract ideas. He was fading... it was the end....
(don't worry, he's not dead yet. wait a bit, i'll bring him back, i figured something out. all part of my plan, which actually hasn't planned ahead much farther than that...)
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 29, 2008 22:36:37 GMT -5
Guinnie whirrled around to see the redhead from the inn. "That wasn't why I was following him," she said bitterly. "I just wanted to know where he was going. And he's probably right. We need to get out of here now." Guinnie turned and stalked down the ally. If she was lucky, she could escape before they put up the shadow-bubble. If not, she knew she could break it. Just a tiny tear would get her through. She was tiny even for human standards. Even though she was sixteen, she had the height and youthful figure of a child.
Just as she reached the wall of the city and prepared to climb it, the shadow-bubble sprang up in Guinnie's path. She could see her dark black eyes reflected in the pearly shadow of the barrier. She could climb the wall without breaking the shadow-bubble. However, when she reached the top, she would have to tear it. If the caster was young, they may not notice. However, an experienced raider would feel the tear in the spell. She had to be quick after she made her break. Guinnie looked back, not sure if the redhead had followed. The redhead was taller. She would need a bigger hole to get through. That would make it more noticable to any caster, despite experience.
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 29, 2008 22:44:12 GMT -5
(ooc: For anyone who thinks that Matt is god-moding and controlling my character, I gave him permission to. He couldn't do what needed to be done JUST controlling the NPC, so I allowed him to control Edward for a bit.)
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