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| Rylianis | Mar 11 2009, 10:46 AM Post #1 |
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A quick movement with the wrist and an almost haphazard collision with the negotiator before him ensured that these negotiations would end badly. Blood already began to pour from the wound as he gasped from the intrusion of The Stalker's spike into his ribcage. With a distant, scared look in his eyes, he leaned onto The Stalker and died, shifting his body weight onto his killer. With a soft shrug, he shuffled off the corpse and faced his remaining "negotiators." The Stalker was up to his old tricks. He had taken a valuable artefact from a noble, which was a situation very much like what he had previously been involved in, but his object was not to permanently deprive its owner of possession. It was merely bait, ransom in order to facilitate a situation where the noble's representatives could bargain with him for its return. It was an entirely pleasant conversation, though The Stalker had no particular feelings about it himself. Nobody had tried to kill him, conditions had been discussed and a price had been agreed upon. Just as they shook hands, however, The Stalker pulled the arbitrator towards him and, with the aforementioned flick of the wrist, he made matters that much more complicated. Four fellow men had accompanied the late ambassador, and their purpose would quickly be revealed in the few seconds following his cold and brutal violence. They looked at each other and quickly reached into their clothing... so they are here for security. I'm sure the dead man is very grateful - he can tell them all about it soon. From the corner of his left eye, he saw a woman pull out a thin knife with no leather hilt. From his experience, this usually means a throwing knife, but he would wait for the way she held it. Time seemed to slow down as he considered his situation, he heard the crunching of leaves beneath the feet of the assailants (two of them) in front of him, and the grating sound of a cheap longsword being pulled from its scabbard to his left. Oh, she's raising it above her head, this is a throwing knife. Deal with her first. Luckily, his contractor had armed him to the teeth, with twenty spikes in various pouches, and seven bags of flash powder and fire bombs, so he felt confident about expending ammunition in a less-than-judicious manner. His hands quickly reached into his black robes, pulling a spike and tearing a flash bomb from its inner folds. He quickly raised his left hand and cast the spike at the woman, so that it struck her hilt-first upon the forehead. The spike flew throughout the air, quickly spinning about and striking the woman on the nose instead. She flinched and stumbled back, dropping her knife whilst blood slowly trickled down her face. Simultaneously, with his right hand, he cast a flash bomb towards the two opponents in front of him, whilst he dashed to his right to meet the last assailant before he had a chance to fully draw his sword. The flash bomb struck, causing not only the two it was directed at to fall back and lose their sight, but distract his last opponent, so much as to make him fumble with his sword. The Stalker grasped his arm and directed the sword back into its sheath, then stepped forward to strike him on the temple with his elbow. He stumbled backwards with a dazed look in his eyes, and The Stalker finished the job by slamming him against a tree behind him and ramming his knee into the doomed man's ribcage. The ribs broke under the force and jutted into the lungs - his fight is over. He turned to the woman, who had begun to collect herself and her knife. He once again quickly dashed, but instead of immediately striking, jumped and used the weight from the jump to slam into her and knock her down. His knee once again dealt fatal damage by landing on top of her ribcage when they hit the ground. To make sure of the matter, he struck her in the jaw with immense strength, shattering it and knocking her unconscious. He stood up, utterly driven and ruthless in his demeanour, and turned to the two blinded men straggling on the ground. Additionally, he noticed the throwing knife that she had dropped, and a thought occurred to him which would fulfill the intent of this meeting quite sufficiently. After slaying the remaining two and beheading all the corpses, he tied their hair together and hung the grotesque wind-charm over a tree branch, waiting for a scout to bring news of the brutal murders. Fear. This is why I am around, to create worshippers of Fear. Edited by Rylianis, Mar 13 2009, 12:20 PM.
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| Marros Amandil | Mar 12 2009, 11:38 AM Post #2 |
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Elven hearing could be a curse and a blessing at times. Right now hearing terror filled cries of the dying, but being too far away to do anything about it, was one of those cursed moments. Marros sighed, he'd spent so long hunting down and killing those of an evil nature, it frustrated him that the people he hoped to protect in doing so, were quite happy to kill one another. Since his brothers 'death' he'd lost his focus, not really sure who the innocents actually were anymore. Yet he still made his way over to the brutal chaos. No need to rush though, he could assume that most lay slain by now. His arrival went seemingly unoticed. His assupmtion had been right, theyr were all dead, their bodies mutilated, headless. He watched as the evident killer, made his little trophies, and saw how he flung them over a tree branch. With a sigh he shook his head and advanced closer. Stopping at a reasonably safe distance, he folded his arms across his chest. "I suppose you're rather pleased with yourself hmm?" his voice had a hard edge to it, and his face clearly expressed his disaproval. Yet Marros wasnt looking or a fight, he'd fight to defend himself if necassary, but right now, he just really didnt give a damn. "A right bloody mess you've made" Edited by Marros Amandil, Mar 12 2009, 11:58 AM.
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| Deleted User | Mar 13 2009, 10:34 AM Post #3 |
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Teddy had finally left the Castle of Indrea. He tailed a few people and had his fun in tormenting them. It was almost too funny sometimes. He was gaining a nickname, that he often heard whispered amongst the travelers that were passing the direction he was moving, soon after reversing his route. The Highway Man, he thought to himself, saying it as if he were trying on a new doublet (jacket like clothing). He soon enough found himself in the deeper and more southern regions of Avalon. Of course, as the roads were rougher and less worn, the people became more scarce and he often found himself bored. He managed to terrorize some of the wildlife, the animals sensing the ghosts presence. He had terrorized some bunnies, them not being able to see him, but him being able to stalk in close and move about them. The wide eyed creatures just gazed at him with a never ending glare. Quite boring. He could have gotten more fun out of a baby. And those suckers do cry, he thought to himself, like a banshee. He continued down the road, passing through whatever was stupid enough to get into the way, even though most of the time, trees didn't step out of the way of passer-byers. It wasn't long though, before he managed to find other signs of life. Of course, these other signs of life were soon to be deleted signs of life. Except for the guy that was about to hand their asses to them. Looking to watch a good fight, Teddy floated over and sat in a tree overlooking the scene. The warrior brilliantly executed his moves, took advantage of every opportunity, and slew all four opponents, including the negotiator. Soon after, he decapitated his opponents and hung their heads in the tree that Teddy sat in. "Really now?" He asked, looking at the heads with amusement. He passed his hand through the faces of the passed individuals. The souls of the former owners of those heads floated, some up, some down. They looked at the anchored ghost with a look of pleading. Perhaps, to know how to stay? Either way, they were gone pretty quickly. He sat mildly, while the other two exchanged banter. |
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| Rylianis | Mar 13 2009, 01:56 PM Post #4 |
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How did he sneak up on me? This is outrageous! What do I do about him? I haven't got time for this, scouts are coming! A look of panic flashed across his face, whilst he quickly considered his situation. The Stalker did not want another fight, he would have to outwit this opponent of his. On his person, he possessed his weapons, as well as the knife he had taken from the woman. For now, The Stalker was still facing away from this stealthy interloper, so he had no idea who it was or what threat level he presented. It is a good thing that The Stalker carries far more weapons than his steel. His wits were sharp, and determined that there was very little reason why he couldn't stick to his original plan - with a few adjustments. He slowly stumbled forward, muttering and groaning quietly at first, but reaching a crescendo as he intentionally stumbled over and hit the ground, shouting They hath slain me! When rested upon the forest floor below him, he took the woman's knife and cut superficially through the skin on his chest - enough to bleed convincingly but not touch his internal organs. He tried to do this fairly silently, but was unsure how much noise the knife made as he cut in, or whether he was able to stop himself from wincing at the pain. He quickly placed the knife in a hidden compartment of his robes and lay there, playing half dead. With his head to the forest floor, he could already hear the sound of the noble's elite guard travelling to his location. The usual contingent of men, as told to him by his spies, would consist of two spearmen, two horse-mounted archers, a number of ordinary swordsmen between two and five, and a special lieutenant who answered directly to the leader of the noble house. Originally, his plan was to slay them all, mutilate them in some hideous manner and be found a hundred yards off, moaning with some sort of apparent injury and blaming the attack on marauding goblins. This would grant him access within the castle, ostensibly for medical purposes, but The Stalker knew he would probably face "enhanced interrogation" instead. From there, the next stage of his assignment could begin, and the real slaughter would commence. It was amazing how lucrative his current work was, he was getting paid ten gold for each soldier he killed, in addition to the bounty for the entire job! Certainly enough to make him think about chopping off a few heads, breaking a few rules about parley, or cutting himself to gain the trust of a stranger. He breathed heavier, turned around and sat up somewhat to address the stranger. Another youngling. I should have just killed him. Oh well, stick to the plan, it might happen later. After coughing and clutching his chest, he began to deceive the boy before him. There are men coming this way, if we don't move, we're dead! Help me up, and we'll try to escape, I'll explain everything later. He looked into his eyes with a searching gaze, if you don't trust me, we are both dead. You can probably hear them, you know we won't stand a chance. It's worth a shot. |
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| Marros Amandil | Mar 15 2009, 09:58 AM Post #5 |
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Marros raised an eyebrow skeptically. He'd been a hunter all his life, trianed to track down and kill any evil that he found. He was well aware of the tricks and the lengths that people would go to, in order to try aand save their own skins via deception. Looking at the bloody carnage around him then back at this man before him, the wound in his opinion, looked fsh, and there was something about his mannerism's that made him feel uneasy. Hmmm perhaps he was just an innocent victim ... but then again perhaps not, the latter option seemed more likely in his opinion. Either way though, right now he couldnt particuarly care less. However there was still that little matter about armed guards, damn it, definately the wrong place to be at such a wrong time. Thinking quick, it made the most sense just to get himself and the potential killer as far away as possible. "Get yourself up .... perhaps if you hadnt spent all your energy on killing women, and weak men then you'd have more strength now - besides your cut ain't that bad - Well are you going to just sit there? Look I couldnt care less about what you've done at the minute, right now we just need to get away from here" Something in the back of his made was making him feel on edge, it felt like somewhere, something was watching them - but who the guards were still a good few miles off yet, his elven hearing could tell him that much. Hmm maybe it was just his mind playing tricks, probably just over tired, surely there wasnt anyone out there, unseen, silent and watching. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 17 2009, 10:31 AM Post #6 |
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Teddy couldn't believe what he saw. The great warrior lay on the ground, having then proceeded to cut himself and fain injury by one of the guards. It was a pretty damn stupid plan. He didn't have a better one, but he didn't really need one. He could go in inside of a tree trunk or something. He took a look at the one that hadn't freshly slain all of these men. He looked faintly familiar. He swore he could remember him from somewhere. A family member of Halli's perhaps? When the situation got better, he would have to ask. The two were ready to flee. From what? The one man that was so violent showed more than enough capacity for the game of ass kicking. The new comer might have as well, since he wasn't a weak willed human and probably had a lot more muscle about him than it seemed. He watched as the seen unfolded. The elf, as he guessed from the pointed ears, was more of a non violent person, something that seemed to be rare in the lands of Avalon. It also seemed that the elf was in tune with his sixth sense. Or slightly so. He watched the boy look around, wondering where the ghost could be, the unseen presence who's eyes burned into the back of his head. He once again passed his hand through the heads of the fallen, finding it amusing all over again. He waited for them to move, and was ready to follow when they did so. |
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| Rylianis | Mar 19 2009, 11:32 AM Post #7 |
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Hmm. Not stupid, not naive in the slightest, and possibly useful. Ok, lets go out on another limb. Rylianis looked at the elf thing before him, or perhaps mostly-elf, he couldn't determine which. Tall for an elf, and very weird looking. Like something out of a dream. I don't like it. There are too many around who are like him, maybe it's a race of elf which are unaccounted for in the books. Hmph. Rylianis pushed himself up and gave the interloper a steely look, as though he had interfered with things beyond his ken - indeed, The Stalker felt that this elf-thing had. You're not naive or stupid, so you've made life a lot more difficult, for you. He began to work as he talked. From within his robes he pulled out another flash bomb, as well as the knife he pilfered earlier. To show his non-hostile intent, he walked sideways in order to face the elf, with his hands in the air and a smile on his face. He stopped walking when he arrived at the tree which the heads of his enemies hung over. With quick, stressed precision, he placed the flash bomb against the trunk of the tree and stuck the knife onto its top. When he stood back, it remained suspended upon the tree, stuck on the blade of the knife. He smiled, and walked back. Things would have gone a lot better with us if you had just been naive enough to believe I was injured. Oh well, you'll just have to catch up if you can. I have a small base of operations where I conduct my mission here, if you're competent enough to follow me, you're good enough to help. If you don't want anything from me, then piss off. He tilted his head for a slight bow, and then rushed off towards his hiding place. As the damp air rushed against his face and clothing, sweat began to stick to him as the humidity wouldn't allow its dispersion. Several obstacles made the path The Stalker took a treacherous one, including a sheer cliff face that had to be climbed down, which he negotiated by jumping from jutting rocks and latching onto strong foliage, as well as another cliff face which was to be climbed up in a similar manner. He also took to jumping onto trees from rocky ledges and using their branches to traverse a rushing river. Finally, in a method he had practiced a countless number of times, he made his way through a quicksand quagmire. Back where he had left his headless enemies, the noble's lieutenant looked upon the scene around him with a growing feeling of impatience. His master had been tricked, and a man with the single-minded dedication to his master as this lieutenant had would feel most affronted by the outrageousness of the thief. After all, he had ambushed and killed a negotiation party, and that's a customary offence which almost warrants the torture he would inflict upon him. Additionally, he did it before they could do it to him, so competitors in ruthlessness rarely let something like this slide. He turned away and tried to recover tracks, and successfully located... two pairs?!? The lieutenant expressed his disbelief under his breath. Meanwhile, his soldiers had found The Stalker's little trap. A swordsman, decked in chain-mail armour donned over a gambeson, unstuck the knife from the tree and took the bag. He called to one of the horseback archers, his superior, that he had found something, and moved to throw the bag to him. The lieutenant turned around and bellowed a halt to the proceedings, but was far too late, as the flash bomb landed in the archer's gauntlet with enough force to mix the sands and spark the reaction. The world suddenly burned white into the eyes of not only the soldiers, but their horses, who began thrashing about and riding into random directions. Soon, all were dead, missing, or grievously injured by horse hooves. At the very least, they were blinded. The lieutenant, who had hit the dirt in time to avoid its effects, stood up and screamed, setting off to return to his master. As The Stalker walked into his cave, he heard neighing horses and a frustrated, pained scream. With a half-smile, he continued to walk and form the next part of his plan. |
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