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| Topic Started: Jan 24 2009, 09:52 AM (123 Views) | |
| Ant | Jan 24 2009, 09:52 AM Post #1 |
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Wandering was a funny thing; it brought people to places they would rarely bother to go see if they were settled to some strip of green land. Certainly no one would go to such lengths as to visit an empty stretch of land barely hospitable to even most variety of insects, the only people in sight the clattering trains of goods. But out here there was little but ones own thoughts, and so wandering often led to wondering. Where had one gone? Where was one going? To what point or purpose? Questions most people wouldn’t dare ask themselves for fear of arousing doubt… or worse, despair. But in these places, one often found the most remarkable and unlikely things. Hell, some even claimed to find enlightenment. Or perhaps it was simply insanity from starvation… which seemed more the likely. Who was he to dash hope however? Bly stepped lightly over the clear sands, enjoying the horizon placed in his path in its entire splendor. The gentle arc of the sun broke the light over the sky in a myriad of colors in such a rare event. Luna and the stars shone through the scattered orange hues high in the sky. A twilight sunset was a rare event; perhaps this one was an omen for him. But a good or a bad one is the question of course. ”Who cares, really.” He wasn’t going to flee in superstition at phenomena seeing as how none of it had ever made a lick of difference in his own life. He gently brushed his hand against the lowered hood letting in the dry and bitter easterly wind flutter around his head in a brief moment of enjoyment. What more did he need than this, simple and quiet beauty to humble even the words of one drunk on their own voice. Certainly no one was going to be so audacious as to ruin this wonderful moment for him, he would be quite sore about it. It was getting tedious to deal with the trappings of sociality when all he wished to do was simply retreat for a while. |
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| Renegade | Jan 24 2009, 11:11 PM Post #2 |
Using carcasses as stepping stones.
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It was ... hot. And she wasn't dressed for the weather. How irritating. Not her fault, of course, her memory was just so shot that she had forgotten one important detail. This was where she'd almost died, and where old 'friends' lived. If you could call it living, preying on unfortunate caravans. The sword was heavy against her palm, still covered in the smuggler's blood. All in all her mood was, disdainful. She tugged the scarf from her cheeks, she'd rather deal with the stinging sand than the stifling heat. Why, she had half a mind to just strip down to nothing there and then. All black in the sun. Now didn't she feel the fool. The tip of the blade drug along the sand, a rhythmic *shhtshhht* to go along with one step two step. A pattern lost on the wind just as soon as it reached her ears. Then she saw it, a figure up ahead. Slowly she drew the long blade up, resting the flat edge against her shoulder. Carefully now, her steps were silent, the cloths slide upward to cover her face again. It was probably another damn smuggler, it was all she found in this damn 'river'. She didn't like smugglers, okay, she hated smugglers. Thanks to them she was hung from a tree like some common thief. Well, she wouldn't give them any more chances. Of course, she would expect a smuggler to be clueless to things like ... witch hunters ... sneaking up on them .. and bringing a blade crashing down. Not upon his head or anything like that however, rather it crashed heavily into the sands. She didn't even know how she did it, maybe it was just the stolen sword. Regardless it was then a wave of sand would roll in an arc at his back to ... well she didn't know, smother 'em or something. The woman was just too pissed off to care. Who knew what trouble she was getting into. Dressed like an assassin, attacking some guy from the back, with capabilities she didn't even know she had. Ah, the joys of assumptions and mistaken identities. |
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| Ant | Jan 25 2009, 06:02 AM Post #3 |
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His enjoyment was short lived, that was for sure, the whipping of a blade missing its mark, and reflexively he flung himself through the air and reappeared a good distance from his attacker. ”I jinxed it.” Son of a bitch… that was close. He didn’t even know how she missed. It’s not like I was a terribly difficult target to hit. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe she was delusional. Perhaps she didn’t even know how to use a blade. He pulled back his hood to get the troublesome cloth out of the way and felt the wisps of the dying sun surrounding him. The feel of smooth redwood in his hand was of small comfort. After a glance he decided not to even bother asking her the why of the action; perhaps she was a bandit. She seemed insane though, whatever the case. ”If it’s not one thing it’s another.” People are starting to really piss me off... ”I’m beginning to wonder if I should stop speaking and thinking.” He knocked an arrow through his muttering and without a thought to the contrary loosed it. The comforting whistle of the missile pushed forward gracefully through the air, the finely sharpened steel glinting in the low light. He dropped the bow down at a slant after the shot to watch the aftermath. This would be the end of it, it always was. Though he probably jinxed himself with that again. |
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| Renegade | Jan 26 2009, 01:18 AM Post #4 |
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Of course, none of it was her fault. Not ever, no way. She didn't make mistakes, other people did. That was all, she was an ... expert. Yeah, if anything it was his fault for looking, suspicious. Standing in the sands where smugglers made their hide outs. It was stupid, it was. Oh never mind the fact that her own manner of dress was ... unusual at best. She was just doing what she had to in order to survive. Because, she was supposed to be dead. Let the people who'd tried to kill her just keep thinking she really was. It was surprising, the blade's ability. When the stranger vanished, she thought the sands had consumed him. Which was good, if it had been true. Before she had a chance to investigate, the sand behind her shifted. Weight had settled upon it. Quickly she whipped about, bringing the blade to guard with her. Even if she had a word to give to the boy, she had no capability. She only scoffed beneath her breath at his mutterings. Whatever, didn't mater to her, bandits and smugglers deserved no explanations. He looked like a smuggler and she looked like an assassin but both were neither. It seemed a case of mistaken identity one could laugh about later. Pity she had no sense of humor. If it hadn't been that she'd already turned about expecting retaliation, she might not have been capable of avoiding gaining a skewered heart for her trouble. There was a flash as something appeared beside her. It shimmered before sending the arrow off course, then the shield faded. However curious it may be, she had no time to ponder over this mysterious apparition. Not wanting to give the supposed smuggler any second chance, she slammed the sword earthward again. Even if he evaded the choking sand again she was prepared for more this time. Bringing the blade upward again she followed through the blinding sand to bring the blade about in a heavy slash. Perhaps she could catch him off guard and end this silly thing quickly. |
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| Ant | Jan 28 2009, 02:10 PM Post #5 |
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"Oh?" His eyes flickered with a vague amusement as his lungs filled with air. So, she could cast magic to defend herself. He guessed it wouldn't be over quite so quick anymore. Unsurprisingly. "Maybe this will be more eventful than I first thought." He took a step back and raised his arm over his mouth as the sand began to envelop the air around him. He could only guess as to what she was entirely capable of, but being a pain in the ass was certainly on the list. Still, he needed little time to create a vacuum of air within the air, the sudden burst of wind to fill the void drew the sands towards the small vortex, eager to fill it. By then however she was already seeking his head once more. His knees bent and Bly rolled hard to the right and into the sand, feeling its give to his weight, and the pressure of its resistance to his feet pushing him to stand once more, hard as rock if only for a brief time. His hand deftly took hold of another arrow--the smooth movement of notching and releasing happened within only moments of each other. This time he sought her back. He backed off quickly. The terrain of the sand was untrustworthy at best and damning at its worst. Not a texture he was finding it too apt to allow for finer movements, so the more distance he could gain the better of he believed he would be. "I'm not quite keen on dying here. So you'll have to try harder than some clumsy movements." His face grew more dour. He wasn't much of a man for taunting, but he could only hope a continued assault might reveal a bit more. She doesn't seem to the type to back off. Certainly she's not likely to give up nor surrender. I would attack without relent if I was not worried about everything unknown she might be capable of. He drew magic towards his hand, molding it to form, the sparks of electricity tracing around, jumping across his fingers playfully. Bly released the magic with a smile, a thin but strong bolt broke through the atmosphere, horizontally tracing its path towards her. The thick smell of ozone rose from the lightnings' arc. |
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| Renegade | Feb 5 2009, 05:04 PM Post #6 |
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One of these days, she'd manage to get through a place without having some sort of fight. It was always something, bandits or mercenaries or people just up to no good deciding she'd be an easy target. This however was something all its own. That didn't make it any less trouble or any less annoying however. She hadn't counted on him being capable of any particular showmanship. Smugglers were the best of the lot and once you got one in a corner they were relatively easy to take car of. Well, just as long as they didn't hold sway and influence higher end officials by way of bribe. This one however just wouldn't back into a corner and so steadily grew more and more difficult to get rid of as time passed. And it just made her quite ... unhappy. Her blade struck not more than air and floating partials of sand. As she squinted through the falling grains she couldn't hear the shifting of sands through the spell. Her vision cleared however as the earth settled once more. Of course it was too late to attempt such a trick once more, as she raised her blade once more. It wasn't too difficult to see that she held the blade awkwardly at best, as if unused to wielding an arms of that nature. Really she was just good with a knife, however that required far closer quarters and was pretty useless against a sword. It had been too long since she'd had a fight though. Maybe she was just getting rusty. Something was wrong as she peered through the sand. It wasn't until something quite sharp and flying at quite a speed caught her in the shoulder that she realized how stupid she had been. She'd turned only enough to avoid instant death, but the pain caused her to give a grunt beneath her breath and she turned quickly in the sands. Seeking him out, being shot in the back only further reminded her that, while she had escaped death once, she was far from immortal. Finally however she could see through the sands as they settled o earth once more. Though his words meant little to her, she still aimed to kill him, so she wasn't about to just stand here staring at him all day. Then there was magic, something the witch hunter knew full well. She would have cursed beneath her breath had she the capability of speech. Instead she simply pulled a couple of small blades (shuriken, but she didn't know that's what they were called) from her belt, skimming them through the air towards the supposed smuggler's legs. A distraction of her own as she dodged lightning by means of ... jumping out of the way. She rolled in the sand, the shaft of the arrow snapping with the pressure of rolling. Which was good in that it didn't provide any sort of hand hold for some dirty fighter. Bad just from driving he slender bolt deeper into her shoulder. Of course ... a shoulder was better than a lung. |
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| Ant | Feb 19 2009, 10:45 AM Post #7 |
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(Due to lack of inspiration probably as a result of recent events I don’t much feel like a battle topic… so anyway… Adieu.) Bly wasn’t particularly looking forward to this carrying on. She didn’t talk, either because she didn’t want to or was simply insane from the desert heat. He didn’t quite know what would be worse. He’d done some damage for sure, an arrow in her, but she’d managed to get herself away from the lightning. Bly considered her relatively lucky to have been able to see the charge in the bright sunlight enough to form enough reaction to simply move out of the way. Most people just sit there bewildered. He hadn’t quite caught the presence of the two missiles, only an instant flash of light from their reflection even let him onto their existence, and only a very narrow reaction diverted either of them and he manipulated the electricity in the air, pulling them off their trajectory. He had to wince when they cut his legs; but it was better to have a slash over something metal lodged in your flesh. ”It’s been a pleasure Miss, but I’m not too up on the idea of continuing this damned fight, especially not in this heat. You’ll have to forgive this rather abrupt end.” He opened his palm, forming the magic into a ball within his hand. Lightning and energy kicked up around it, the center a swirling mass of Arcanum, akin to a missile, but now on crack. Sweat slid down his brow and it drew a path along his face before the young mage released the spell into the air (Magic Missile + Thunder Bomb [I think]), the rather large force hurdling forward in a spectacular display like a miniature typhoon, before sputtering out and bursting in a bright flash of energy. Bly didn’t want to kill her, just distract her as he whipped up another spell, feeling the winds pick him up, wings sprouting out of his back and ripping the cloth that would have otherwise held them there. ”Let’s do it again sometime. I had fun.” With that he left at as great a speed as he could summon. |
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| Renegade | Feb 19 2009, 06:10 PM Post #8 |
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))I understand. (: No sweat.(( Blood for blood, she thought, at least she had gotten that much. The next smuggler or whatever she ran across however would not be so lucky. The next ... the next would die two seconds flat. Of that she was sure. Rising from the sands, she did not bother brushing away the many grains. A mild discomfort of sand in ones boots was nothing compared to the burn at her shoulder. While the mute woman could not recall being made a pin cushion out of before, she decided it was a pain she'd avoid in the future. The sword was brought about in an awkward guard. A brow rose however at the lad's words. he was running away? A scoff beneath her breath signified that she wasn't about to let that happen. So she rushed up to meet him once more, an error on her part as the blinding flash and crackling static of the spell kept her at bay. Ah no, she would not let magic kill her. She ducked. As the spell harmlessly but no less loudly passed her unscathed, she was left staring up at a boy in midair. Great. If she could speak, she would have cursed. Instead however she only gave an angry strike to the air, wincing in regret at the pressure exerted on her shoulder. Resolving herself to kicking a stone at her feet, she dropped the blade. Damn things were useless to her anyways, as she glared up at the sun and the guy as he flew off into he sky. Reaching a hand to her shoulder, she wretched the arrow painfully free, snapping the wooden shaft between her palms before dropping it to the sand. Now staring off into the empty desert, she pulled the cloth from her face to make breathing easier in the heat. Ignoring the trail of blood coursing down back and shoulder, the witch hunter trudge off into the day. |
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