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| Storm Kensho | Jul 3 2009, 10:06 AM Post #1 |
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This was long overdue, very long overdue indeed. The fact that the ronin Storm Kensho had spent the past few years since Kioku's War lounging as a baker's apprentice in Clearwater was rather laughable considering the skills of this samurai warrior. After fighting against the Mad Goddess' forces during her war of conquest upon Avalon some three years ago, Storm ended up becoming a refugee from the Red Phantom Fever plague that decimated the population of Avalon afterward. He followed a group of people to the Isle of Mist in the South, where there was said to be a city that flowed with water that could cure any disease. Storm ended up being one of the few of his little group to make it, but he was soon able to recover after a short bit at the clinics. After he was nursed back to health, Storm, having become fed up with the world and its petty wars, settled in Clearwater as an apprentice baker, secure and happy in his new role. It was only some two years after he settled down that adventure came to his doorstep. A small party of adventurers from mainland Avalon came to Clearwater, long suspicious of outsiders. One of them, a young berserker warrior named Skaren, had come with a couple of other friends intent on discovering a rumored Lost Tribe on the island of Mists. Storm, feeling the yearning for adventure stir within him again, took up his old sword once more to aid this charismatic warrior. After his travels with Skaren and his party of adventurers, Storm turned his eyes back to the world at large. He could hardly go back to Clearwater, which was still rebuilding after its destruction by the berserker, so the ronin had no choice but to start out again. During his new travels, Storm acquired a new sword, which he now wore as a companion to his older blade. Now, Storm found himself stepping off of an Avalonian galleon as it made port in Heynnart, the port city of Gramarye, an island long renowned for its untamed wilderness, intent on exploring the landscape and making a new name for himself here. Taking in a deep breath of fresh air in the open-aired docks of Heynnart, Storm quickly set off down the pier toward the city proper, his twin katanas worn on his left and right hips. When he was within the crowds of the city, Storm made sure to lose himself amongst the passerby, as he was content to do everytime he ventured into the cities of Avalon. Afterall, one was able to witness incidents better as apart of the bystanders as opposed to one of the ones causing a disruption.... |
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| Aklixxar | Jul 3 2009, 10:50 AM Post #2 |
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Aklixxar was not reay for this, five fishermen had seen the greatsword strapped to his back in it's leather sheath and started asking questions. After a while Aklixxar had pushed passed one of them and his crimson scales had caught the sunlight. The fisherman jumped back and yelled for the guards. In the next few moments three things happened, a small band of seven guards appeared, Aklixxar's cloak was ripped off, and several people started screaming. The dull, almost dead quality of his scales had prompted some to think he was an undead Lizardman. The undead were never welcome, and Lizardmen were not greated much more warmly. Aklixxar tried to stand as non-aggresive as possible, it did not work. A guard lunged forward with a shortsword, Aklixxar batted it away and pushed the man a little harder than he wanted to. The human fell to the ground onto his blade, blood flowing from his leg. Aklixxar shook his head, the deep rumble of his voice would only startle the people more. Another guard rushed from behind the Lizardman, and before he could turn a Lance drove into his shoulder. The creature let out a massive roar and his eyes turned pure crimson at the scent of his own blood. Intent on not taking a human life while in the city Aklixxar pounded his fists on the ground, sending up clouds of dust. One of the guards wrapped a chain around the Crimson One's neck and pulled, tipping the creature onto it's back. More heavy chains were placed around Aklixxar's body and he was hefted by the blacksmith and the remaining guards onto a wooden trolly. As he was wheeled through the town his black cloak and greatsword were taken to the blacksmith's shop, well out of reach of the damned creature. |
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| Storm Kensho | Jul 5 2009, 07:06 AM Post #3 |
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A grim overcast was the characterizing weather for this day. Humidity was heavy in the air as Storm wove his way through the dense crowds milling about the streets of Heynnart. A basket hat obscuring the upper part of his face, Storm continued to blend with the common folk, unknowing that an interesting event was about to happen. The guards had apprehended a supposed "thief": a towering lizardman who was more conspicuous than a street-performer on a unicycle. They were carting him through the city in a cart, bound in ropes, from behind the crowd Storm was apart of. The guards of Heynnart were forcing their way through the people, pushing and kicking aside the lesser folk as they made their way to the local prison. They made a big mistake when they came to the wandering samurai. "Move, rice-picker", barked the guards' leader as he viciously elbowed the young samurai aside to make way through the crowd. The guards' leader then promptly registered great pain as the crown of his skull parted from the rest of his head. The crowd gasped as they hurried to get away from the brawl that was about to ensue, leaving Storm facing down the guards of Heynnart with one bloodied katana held in his right hand. They rallied around the cart as they all drew longswords and broadswords in anticipation of killing the man who had murdered their leader. Storm's face was a blank mask as he removed his hat and tossed it to the side, pulling a long cord from his kimono sleeves as he did. With surprising agility, Storm bound up his long sleeves in a complicated knot that laced about his back, ensuring that his sleeves would not get in the way of his blade in the coming fight. When he finished, Storm recovered his blade, which he had impaled in the ground, and then cleaned the dirt and blood off of it with one strong jerk of his arm. With his free hand, Storm gestured at the guards to attack him. With a cry, the guards burst forward, intending to use their numbers to overwhelm the more skill samurai. Storm's eyes narrowed before he suddenly burst forward with a speed that surprised the men. The first guards before him fell quickly. The guard on the right Storm gutted like a fish, slicing his blade across the man's belly. The second, Storm used his momentum from the first attack to carry his blade around, stepping forward with his left foot and pivoting on his right as he did so. Turning his katana, Storm ran the second guard through with a calculated thrust through his chainmail hauberk. Having broken through the line of guards, Storm made his way back to the cart, where the lizardman was being held, and quickly planted his foot on the harness of one of the horses to boost himself into the seat of the cart. With an agile jump over the cage, Storm landing in the cart right next to the captive humanoid lizard. With a few deft slashes, Storm sliced the creature's bonds before dashing to the gate of the cart and breaking the lock with a powerful kick. |
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| Aklixxar | Jul 5 2009, 09:07 AM Post #4 |
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Humans, what a strange race of prey. Fisherman had attacked the Lizardman because they were scared, when AKlixxar defended himself he was taken prisoner. After he was taken prisoner he was dragged through the streets on a cart of some sort, then freed by another human. Humans were interesting prey. The cart creeked as the Crimson Scale stepped off onto the ground, the claws on his feet digging into the dusty earth. More guards had appeared to help the original group that had taken Aklixxar captive, they were in for one hell of a time. The commanding officer had an average sized hand-and-a-half sword that the Lizardman removed from it's sheath on the humans back. One of the guards the human holding the katana had killed had a short sword, this Aklixxar also picked up. With a slow nod to the human that had set him free the Crimson Scale raised his left hand, in it, the short sword. With a roar AKlixxar brought his arm down, and the short steel blade flashed through the air, and dug itself into the helmet of a guard running down the street. Blood pumped into the Lizardmans eyes as he took five steps forward, and thrusted his claws through the chest of a lightly armored guard. The monster was set free, there was no stopping it untill he had his fill of blood. A spearman stepped forward, confident in his advantage with his increaced attacking range. Five quick thrusts, four of them hit their mark, but only left shallow cutts on Aklixxars chest. Some blood spilled onto the street as the Lizardman laughed and the spear-weilding guard backed up a few stepps. The monsters laughing grew louder untill it abruptly stopped, then jumping forward a foor or so he let out another roar. The spearman stepped back again but fell over the body of a fallen brother-in-arms, in an instant Aklixxar lept on him and tore half his face off with one chop of his massive jaws. With blood dripping from his maw the Crimson Scale looked over to the human that had freed him,"Thank you human, if you had not haled many more would be dead. So much for a warm Welcome to this Island, my name is Aklixxar Zzaxiz, who are you?" Edited by Aklixxar, Jul 6 2009, 06:24 AM.
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| Storm Kensho | Jul 6 2009, 09:28 AM Post #5 |
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"Kensho", replied Storm as he followed Akilixxar's path out of the cart, having stood back and allowed the lizardman to take his just revenge upon the guards of Heynnart, though there was a bit of instinctive revulsion in Storm's expression when he watched the towering creature devour half a man's face and then turn to him with blood dripping from his snout, "Storm Kensho. I've only just arrived at this island, myself, so it's quite a welcome for me, too. Still, it is good to see you haven't killed me, yet, lizard. Now come, we must get out of the streets. More guards are sure to come and the longer we're out of sight, the better that bystanders can't describe our features to the guards." Storm jerked his head in the direction of the fleeing crowd. Still, there were several more guards to dispose of before the two could get out of sight. "When the rest of the guards are dead", spoke Storm to Akilixxar, "We'll need to make a break for the back alleys behind the buildings." With his left hand, Storm drew his second katana, a twin to his first one, and then immediately set off running for the crowd of guards he'd broken through earlier. With two blades wielded as efficiently as one, Storm's Two-Heavens-As-One fighting style, Storm cut a bloody swath through the enemies, cutting one down across his chest with his left blade as he decapitated another guard with his right. Storm's fighting against multiple opponents involved a more defensive style, using pivots, twirls, and flourishes to dodge attacks and turn his opponents' openings to his advantage. Two more guards lost an arm and a leg, respectively, to his deadly dance of blades. They would quickly bleed out. Cutting down another guard, this time wielding a pike, by parrying his polearm and disarming him with both swords used at once, Storm was faced with three guards circling him, intent on bum-rushing him to kill him quickly. What they underestimated was Storm's own innovative ingenuity. When they came in for the attack, Storm's right blade flashed toward the man in front of him. The violent strike flung the man's sword from his hand. That same strike killed the guard to Storm's left. Then, stepping forward to continue his spiral-like attack, Storm gutting the guard who was previously behind him with his right hand while whipping the left katana around to slice the disarmed guard down his chest. This was all within the blink of an eye. His batch of guards down, Storm quickly called to Akilixxar, pointing to the alleyways with his bloodied sword. Dashing out-of-sight into the dark alley, Storm waited for the lizardman to finish his dirty work before joining him. |
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| Aklixxar | Jul 7 2009, 05:27 AM Post #6 |
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The Lizardman nodded to Storm, he would be done soon. Dropping down to all fours Aklixxar took off down the paved street, looking to either side for the blacksmiths shop. Finding the place was easy, the smithy was trying to melt his greatsword but he was having trouble, the mithrill was resisting the heat. The forge was outside, under an overhang to keep the rain away from the steel. Aklixxar dove over the low wooden wall that separated the street from the forge, with one swift motion the Crimson Scale pinned the smithy to the wall by his driving his dagger through the mans shoulder. "You have my cloak, and that is my sword you are trying to destroy. Where is the cloak?!" "It's..It's...It's on the counter, in..in..in the shop." Aklixxar wrenched his dagger from the mans body and walked to the shop, throwing his cloak over his shoulders and pulling up the hood. After slowly walking back into the forge area the Lizardman grabbed his sword and held up the glowing mithrill, twisting his wrist to look at the blade. With a quick thrust the greatsword was plunged into the an chest, with a smell of cooking meat. Dropping the word into a barrel of cold water after it had cooled slightly the Crimson scale replaced it in it's sheath across his shoulder. Reaching up Aklixxar climbed up onto the roof of the blacksmith's forge room then bounded over the rooftops until he reached the alley where Storm was waiting. Dropping down to meet the human two words were spoken by the Lizardman: "I'm ready." |
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| Storm Kensho | Jul 7 2009, 08:35 AM Post #7 |
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When Akilixxar took off down the street, Storm was puzzled as to what the lizardman was up to, but did nothing about it, for it seemed the man had business to attend to. Cleaning and sheathing his blades, Storm crouched behind the barrel, out-of-sight as more guards swarmed the area, investigating what had happened. When Akilixxar suddenly dropped from the rooftops behind Storm, Storm jumped on the spot, knocking down several barrels. Before the guards could turn and look, Storm sprinted down the alley and out of sight with the lizardman before the guards could gather themselves to pursue. "Quickly", called Storm as he ran a few paces behind Akilixxar, "Lets head to the other side of the city. Word won't travel there and we can lay low while the guards on this side of Heynnart search and they'll eventually give up. Quickly, we can find a pub over there and relax with some drinks!" |
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| Aklixxar | Jul 7 2009, 10:42 AM Post #8 |
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Running on two legs started to annoy the Lizardman, so he dropped to all four, adding speed and agility to his movements. He knew where he was going, the fastest way was a straight line, but Storm knew where he was going better. Jumping up onto the wall Aklixxar's claws drove into the stone and he held fast. "Lead the way my friend." The Lizardman fell back a bit as they rounded a corner, letting Storm pass him so he could follow the man. The move served a dual purpose it let the one who knew the way and it kept the human from getting showered in chunks of rock from Aklixxar's claws. Something caught the attention of the Lizardman, gripping the stone wall tight with his back claws and one arm Aklixxar looked back. Two guards were running down the alley after Storm, they had noticed the barrels, because neither of them were looking up. "This will not do." Sprinting ahead the Crimson Scale placed himself between his friend and the guards Aklixxar waited for his cue. When the men were almost directly underneath of the Lizardman he let his claws slide from the stone. The large claws on Aklixxar's hind legs drove into the backs of the unobservant guards, severing the spines and dropping the men before they knew there was a Lizardman above them. Jumping back up the Crimson Scale resumed his bounding across the stone wall to follow Storm. Edited by Aklixxar, Jul 8 2009, 06:59 AM.
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| Storm Kensho | Jul 8 2009, 10:40 AM Post #9 |
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Storm paid no heed to Akilixxar disposing of the pursuers as he continued to bob and weave his way through the intricate back alleys of Heynnart. Sensing the lizardman's movements upon the wall beside him, Storm was sure that his newfound friend was close not captured or imprisoned. For an hour, they wove through the alleys until they had arrived at the otherside of the city: the last place the guard would look for the two miscreants. Breathing deep and hard, for the run had been arduous, Storm made his way toward a main street and looked around warily. Seeing no guards in the vicinity, for the two had arrived in one of the more seedy areas of the Gateway to Gramarye, Storm motioned to the lizardman to follow him. A quick skim of the surroundings showed a lack of people caring about a giant humanoid lizard in their area, for this area of Heynnart was populated by other non-human races, such as elves or dwarves, so the two were safe from suspicion and xenophobia. Ducking into a seedy tavern, Storm waved back to Akilixxar to follow him. |
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