Flynn walked over to the kitchen, rolled off his jacket and hung it on a coat rack as he entered. "Can I help with the preparations?" he asked, rolling up his sleeves. Grisham nodded and pointed at the sink where the dirty dishes were piling up. As Flynn worked, the maids kept stealing glances at him, until one of them broke the ice.
"Hey." She looked back at him over her shoulder and smiled. "You must be Flynn. Thanks for the help. Did Lady Grey put you up to this?"
Condemned RP
Wed, 04/15/2015 - 22:27
#402
@Liminori
Wed, 04/15/2015 - 23:01
#403
Is this metagame?
"Hey, Max, Solomon," Boan chewed on the piece of bread before asking the two, "maybe you guys and I can go pay a visit to Narsil after the meal, that bastard could be up to anything, maybe locking him up inside a simple cell isn't such a good idea?"
Wed, 04/15/2015 - 23:40
#404
@Archemiday-Thebard
Sona lifted her chin and waved her hand at Solomon. "No, no, I insist. Like you said, ladies first!"
Solomon threw back his head and sniffed. His eyes flashed with humor just as his sword snapped a few inches past her face. Having now caught her full attention, he settled his footing and opened the fight with a series of slow, measured attacks. They were, perhaps, too slow for a reasonably experienced swordswoman like Sona, but it would be easier to adapt on the fly than to deliberately try and measure her ability beforehand.
Max sheathed his sword behind his back and watched the them with folded arms and a stupid grin plastered on his face. How could he NOT smile when he was watching two pretty people duke it out with swords for sport? He could just see his mother now, stating matter-of-factly to his imaginary television, "They're gonna fall in love in a minute. Look, they're already halfway there, staring into each other's eyes like that. Predictable. More popcorn."
He sighed and stared in the general direction of the brick wall before realizing that he was about to miss Sona's counter-attack.
Wed, 04/15/2015 - 23:54
#405
@Midnight-Dj
Solomon didn't reply, for obvious reasons. Max meandered over to Boan's side while keeping his gaze focused on the fight. "I'd be down for that once we're done sparring," he replied. He briefly unfolded one arm to gesture at Sona. "What do you wanna bet she's gonna surprise us somehow? A girl can't be that pretty and be useless at the same time. That would be too cliche. There's no way she'll go down without putting up some kind of fight, and I'd like to see just how flashy it gets. Solomon like to pull his fancy moves on poor newcomers, and it always trips them up every time. It's hilarious, I swear. There was this one time..."
At that point, he began laughing so much that everything he said blurred into a confused garble of giggles and mangled english. When he'd finished babbling, he gave an awkward sigh and glanced at Boan. "What do you think?"
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 00:10
#406
4th wall? Boan never knew'er
"Sona is definitely not the pretty and useless type," said Boan before glancing back at Lady Grey for a moment but quickly returned his attention to Max and Solo, "She poked one of my old friends right before he finished his dramatic villain speech, I guess this is not a video game after all where the bad guy gets to finish his speech. And not all girls are damsels in distress. Let her have it."
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 03:41
#407
@Thinslayer
Topo rolled his eyes at the man, ignoring him.
He muttered to himself, "There must be a freaking way outta here!"
He pushed on the door with his might, the door not moving an inch.
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 04:19
#408
Sona easily kept up with the slow swings Solomon made towards her. She dodged the first few, and blocked the last few. She made a quick jab towards Solomon, which she quickly feinted and made a slice from the right towards his hand. After finishing her combo she entered back into her defensive stance. Her plan was to play mostly defensively until she found the perfect timing to go full speed.
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 13:45
#409
Seeing as everyone had started to dissipate the Alchemist followed suit. He was never really into crowds anyway, besides, if she needed him the woman could just ask some one to find him. Not like he was very hard to find it they knew what too look for.
Once in the hallways the man started to look at the items on the wall, clearly they all could have seen better days. However what took his eye was the records, or rather the library.
"Ah, soles."
Fos said aloud as he walked in. Whoever was in there, the Alchemist had no care for, at the moment he was more into trying to figure out how to reverse what the prisoners did to get them thrown into another dimension then chit-chat with others. However the more and more he looked, the less and less excited he got. It seemed none of the books that where directly avalible to him had information on the arts of dark matter or darker Alchemy.
Well this is a buzz kill...I wonder.
With that in mind he marched on, deeper into the library/records hall of the keep. To find something to aid him in this new quest.
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 16:25
#410
.
"Hmm?" Flynn inquires, puzzled.
"Oh! No, I'm just killing time. I've always felt more at home doing the things that people normally call a lady's work, Cleaning, Cooking, the list goes on. And even if I didn't like doing it. . . Well, Living practically alone makes this habit."
He pauses for a second, mulling over a question. 'Is this a good idea...' He thinks to himself.
"What's your name?" Flynn says, resuming the load.
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 16:44
#411
Again
Noel approached the tower-or what he had discovered to be a whole castle-and stared from outside the gate. He tossed aside the Calibur. Anything can be a weapon, and the sword of heroes had already gotten him this far. He scrambled up the wall, and perched at the top, and surveyed everything. He grinned, the quiet of the place seeming almost comical. He jumped down, wrapped the cloak around his body and walked closer to the looming building. It blew off to the side, despite there being no wind.
He didn't check for any guards, he assumed they would see him anyway. He lifted up a clenched fist, and slammed it against the castle door.
"Hark! I seek refuge..." He gasped, and brought a hand over his mouth as his voice cracked. He hadn't practiced speech in the times he'd been in the Clockworks.
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 18:55
#412
@Darkwatck
Fos walked into the library to find Astran leaning against a bookshelf while paging through the Grim Tome of Rage that he'd swiped from Narsil Rereward. His brows furrowed as his paging grew increasingly crisp until, eventually, he snapped the book shut and banged it on his forehead.
Upon spotting Fos, Astran removed the book from his forehead and extended it to Fos.
"See what you can make of it."
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 21:07
#413
@Feline-Grenadier
[[Are we gonna continue at some point? Or are you waiting on Thin to make the Mechanic barge through the door or something? I had responded back in Post #393.]]
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 21:24
#414
@Noel-Exside
The iron gates opened. No one looked out. Silent and empty was the Sanctuary of Northaven Castle. The great black throne, standing so high and mighty at the top of the staircase, was empty.
Still, he couldn't help but feel that someone was still here. The door on the left was open.
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 21:34
#415
Enter the Noel
Noel approached within and looked for some sign of life. He turned his head every which way, searching. "Hellooooo..." his voice carried through the chamber. He craned his head into the doorway on the left, stepping softly on the carpet. He felt the unease of being unwelcome, as if someone had purposely left him him there to find nothing.
The fear pressed in the back of his mind. He didn't expect these events, he expected a welcome of hostility or encompassed brooding, some sort of cliche.
He shook his head as his grin wavered. Someone would be here, or this was a bigger hoax intended by only the most egotistical of pranksters, nearly on a cosmological scale.
Okay, an overreaction, but still. Noel didn't appreciate pranks...much. Maybe it'd get funnier.
He shouldn't have checked his sword at the door.
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 21:36
#416
@Liminori
"Did Lady Grey put you up to this?"
"Hmm? Oh, no, I'm just killing time. I've always felt more at home doing things that people normally call a lady's work. Cleaning, cooking, the list goes on. And even if I didn't like doing it . . . well, living practically alone makes this habit."
"That's still pretty cool. Cooking and cleaning aren't really just girls' jobs; it's just that guys and girls tend to split up the work like that. Guys go out to the fields and farm, girls stay inside to keep house, it's just how things work out."
"My name is Darenda, by the way. This is Mi-Hao," she said, nodding at her dark-skinned co-worker. "Mi-Hao is from the Islands. She can speak Common, but it's not her native language. And that's Grisham! Bet you didn't know that."
Grisham's eye twinkled in response.
"He's the butler around here. He needs to get back to Lady Grey's side and quit bugging us young ladies. Can't we have a young man alone to ourselves?" Darenda released a pearly grin and giggled.
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 21:40
#417
@Topogaming
"There must be a freaking way outta here!" The young soldier pushed on the door with all his might, but the door just stood there and mocked him. So too did the dungeon keeper in the next room. "Quit yer noise!" he called out. "I'm tryin' ta sleep 'ere!"
Narsil glanced at Topo and allowed himself to wink.
Thu, 04/16/2015 - 22:04
#418
((I thought that a hole in the door would tell the Mechanic someone was at the front.))
Fri, 04/17/2015 - 06:57
#419
@Thin
Topo rolled his eyes yet again, catching onto Narsil's obvious plan.
"Lemme outta here!" Topo shouted, rattling the bars.
Fri, 04/17/2015 - 07:01
#420
Annoyed guards are the funniest.
"Shaddup! Dun ya got nutin' bettah ta do than ta 'nnoy lil' ol' me? Bunch o' dumb younguns, the lot of 'em." The guard waddled into the room and slung his thumbs into his belt loops. "Whaddya want, boy?"
Fri, 04/17/2015 - 12:43
#421
o.o
((When there is a five-hour gap between now and the last update, there is a problem. What do...?))
Fri, 04/17/2015 - 13:41
#422
((Stare at the screen and press F5 over and over.))
Fri, 04/17/2015 - 14:40
#423
Because life.
Still here. Just can't write much yet, as it's work break.
Fri, 04/17/2015 - 15:04
#424
Taking the book Fos looked it over. To his surprise he found it to be one of the tomes covenited by Alchemists.
"Sir, you just handed me a key to a lock. Also, I don't know who you are...BUT STOP HURTING THE BOOKS."
Fos said as he tapped the maps for head with his index finger and middle finger, the same way his brother did to him. Not hard, but enough to snap anyone out of a daze.
"Besides," he said with a calm, nicer voice, "at least you tried."
Turning around Fos went to a table, taking a pen and note pad. He had some work to do. After all a tome like this was bound to have secrets hidden in secrets and only some one who knew what to look for would find it with in the pages.
Fri, 04/17/2015 - 22:32
#425
@Thinslayer
Topo reached past the bars, grabbing the guard by his ears, and slammed his head into the bars as hard as he could.
Fri, 04/17/2015 - 23:56
#426
Something to whet your appetite while I make replies to everyone
Four individuals rode through the mountain pass. Their dark gray cloaks were stained with dirt and blood, and their faces were grim. They rode up to the gates of the outer wall, where they dismounted and called to Sargon to open up.
They marched through the outer gates and strode into the Sanctuary. As they passed, one might notice their individual features. The leader was a small man and rather short for a 20-something, about 5'4" or so, but bore himself like a warrior of high esteem. Behind him walked a girl about an inch taller and just as young; her twin pink pigtails might have been a cheery sight were they not so drooped and clogged with mud.
The next one was an extraordinarily tall man, and I mean like football player-tall, utterly dwarfing the leader and the girl in front of him. He, too, was fairly young, no older than 26 at most, and probably younger. The man behind him, though, was considerably older. Tall, bald, and well-built, he had to be the muscle of the group. His rectangular face and stern expression certainly reinforced that perception.
The four of them made straight for the throne and took the knee in front of it, despite it being empty. And there they stayed.
Sat, 04/18/2015 - 04:34
#427
Shock
Noel heard those that marched into the Sanctuary. He feared the worst, the fear of being alone had spun him into a spat of paranoia. He ran off through the door and into the hallway.
"Helloooooooooo?" he whispered, and strode to and fro. Could no one hear him, or did the carpet suck at his voice. Such poor acoustics for a building that relied on them at one point or another.
"Aye!" he barked as he reached the stairs that only went down, and walked quickly down those. Maybe someone was downstairs...
He had forgotten this was a castle, and down any stair of a castle, you will find cages.
Sat, 04/18/2015 - 13:59
#428
K den.
If no progress regarding Tifa and Teach (ie something like the Mechanic barging through the door) happens by the end of today, I'll be making a "Mechanic's apprentice" to answer the door. I hope that's acceptable, @Thin, 'cause I don't like waiting too long... And you seem to have a lot of characters to write replies with.
Sat, 04/18/2015 - 18:28
#429
9 players counted so far.
Eltrooper
Achemiday-Thebard
Topogaming
Feline-Grenadier
Darkwatck
Midnight-Dj
Ember-Break
Noel-Exside
Liminori
Making a list helps.
Sat, 04/18/2015 - 23:23
#430
@Ember-Break
You can actually control the mechanic if you want. If I need the mechanic to find something (which is, in fact, possible), I'll hijack him. ;)
Sun, 04/19/2015 - 00:35
#431
Alrighty then.
[[@Thinslayer
Just make sure you don't overburden yourself with so many characters... It might end up badly.
I'll make the Apprentice character, and allow room for the Master Mechanic to come back whenever you'd like, that way I won't have to trip on subjects like "How close are the citizens of Northaven to their figurehead?" with a possibly-useful character. That's not to say I won't make the Apprentice useful... Just... Less involved for their own reasons.
I'll get to the character's creation tomorrow morning.]]
Sun, 04/19/2015 - 02:13
#432
Meep
((I don't need a reply, I just need some sort of confirmation from everyone else if their characters can hear all the shuffling on the main floor and yelps for some sort of guidance. xD))
((I'm tempted to withdraw Noel as well as I realize he'd be much more useful as a reflecting character for a better character. Or maybe I just can't get past original character. Or maybe there's just a sense of restriction and lack of variety, not of creativity, but of something else intangible.))
((Decisions, decisions. And the attractive promise of reviving an old character. If only I had the time to rebuild them.))
((Anyway, I'll just think about it over a good night's rest.))
Sun, 04/19/2015 - 12:11
#433
@Noel-Exside
OOC: Since Noel's thread actually contradicts current events, I have an alternate solution for you. Stay put. ;)
Sun, 04/19/2015 - 16:48
#434
Yessir
Affirmative.
Sun, 04/19/2015 - 18:16
#435
Is it that time already?
[[Sorry for the delay.]]
~~~
???:
About a second after Tifa noted that they wouldn't need to knock due to their collision, the sound of footsteps approaches the door. Whether it was so easy to hear because the person within wore heavy boots, or because there was a new hole to let noise out was anyone's guess. Once the footsteps had (presumably) stopped at the door, a moment of silence passed.
Followed by the door practically flying to the side, avoiding Tifa's feet (broken and unbroken) by mere inches as the hefty door held onto its hinges for dear life and slammed against the outer wall of the building when it got to 180°.
"Now who pu' a 'ole in the door?!"
A girl no taller than 5' with a pair of odd goggles covering her eyes with lenses died black (or perhaps burned black), shouted out into the vacuum-like space she left with the door's passing directly towards Teach. She then stomped out of the hut and over to the door, which still held weakly to the wall -- as if it had been plastered to it.
As she walked, she disturbed the small "garden" to the sides of the entrance with her heavy-looking leather boots leaving equally large footprints on the almost-completely desolate free soil. When she reached the part of the door that was broken, she pointed down to it with her well-worn mechanic gloves (which, like her spectacles, had a "singed" appearance) and continued shouting.
"Just look a' this! D'you 'ave any idea how hard i' is to find doors that fit the frame of our entrance?!"
As if expecting an answer, she paused. But either because she didn't want to give Tifa/Teach the satisfaction of answering, or because she was very impatient, she gave the answer herself.
"It's really, really, REALLY hard! Ahhh... Not good. Not good not good not good!" Seemingly forgetting about the two in front of the building, the girl continued showing how bare the would-be garden was by pacing in it, condensing the soil underfoot as she did so.
"Pops said "Ey, you can take care of the shop while I'm away, right?" and I, being his one and only apprentice and daughter replied "Sure! Count on me! I can handle it!" Th' last time with the explosion was a to'al fluke! I've learned from my mistakes! No more explosions, keep the Crimsonite away from the fire!" the girl tapped one hand over the other as she spoke to no one in particular.
"And it was goin' so well! Three suits of antique armor, sharpening a blade er two for some "newcomers", fine tuning circuits of Ms. Wilver's broken doorbell -- to which only a sleight explosion occurred -- which is still alright! It was all good! But now..." The girl stopped her outer thoughts and turned to look at the pair of newcomers.
"Now he's going to think I fired off one o' the guns 'e repaired this morning a'fore meeting with a p'tential employer! And unlike the other ones I played with today, this hole's way too big to cover up! Now who are you, Jim, Freidan, or maybe..." whipping off her goggles, the young girl pointed dramatically at the pair. "Soloman, right?"
Confidence brimming, the girl didn't even bother opening her eyes once she had pointed at Teach's face, and she turned before she opened them, continuing her speech once her back was turned.
"Come back from yer mission all tired, wantin' yer weapons repaired from wha'ever sorry state you've gotten them into this time, and just because you could, you decide to knock in the most loud, disruptive, and damaging way possible, ah?! Well just wait 'till Lady Grey hears of this!" Deciding that her backwards-facing speech was finished, the childish apprentice flipped around to finish.
"Yer head'll be hangin' from a pedesta--" Once her eyes had settled on the pair, she instantly stopped. Either because of her rage, or because her glasses had clouded her vision at the time, it appeared that she really hadn't known that Teach and Tifa were two separate beings in front of her, giving her confidence for her argument. Now that they were out of the way, however... Reality came in just as hard as the door to the shop had been flung out.
~~~
Tifa:
After the large outburst, Tifa simply stared at the girl silently. Because Tifa wasn't responsible for the accident, she decided to simply wait until the girl recovered from her mistaken assumption, or Teach decided to explain the situation.
With that conclusion, Tifa's vents continued taking in air, becoming the only sound other than the wind as the pair looked towards the stone-frozen apprentice. Her shouts had stopped the villagers in their tracks, and the birds had flown away long ago. The silence would be suffocating... If Tifa had any lungs.
Sun, 04/19/2015 - 21:17
#436
Teach could only reply, quite simply was :
"...how complicated a repair of an automaton's broken foot and just about every wire in this pile of scrap can be?"
He slapped Tifa's shoulder.
"Lady Grey sent us."
Sun, 04/19/2015 - 22:31
#437
Ember-Break & F-G have their own thread going.
@Eltrooper
As Julius explored the mansion, kicking the occasional shredded couch, his foot stepped on a portion of the floor that sounded unusually hollow. At first he thought nothing of it and continued brushing through piles of paper. He turned to leave and heard that hollow sound again. Suspicious, he took his sword and plunged it at the floor, yielding a muffled metallic echo.
Encouraged, he continued slicing up the floor until he could find a good grip in the panels. Julius flexed a bit and ripped them up.
"Jolt. Come look at this."
@Archemiday-Thebard
Sona jabbed at Solomon. He swatted it aside and returned to block her follow-up slash at his hand. Good; she was testing his defenses. But once she returned to her defensive stance, her true fighting style became clear - she was a turtle, the type of swordswoman to hold out until an opening cropped up. Solomon would need to break her out of that habit. So instead of resuming his assaults, he drew back and held his sword low.
They were cut off when four agents returned from their mission to Nu'Ilsol. All four of them marched into the castle, took up positions before the throne, and did not arise again. Solomon glanced at Sona and tilted his head toward the entrance. "Wanna see what's up?"
@Midnight-Dj
"Sona is definitely not the pretty and useless type," said Boan. "She poked one of my old friends right before he finished his dramatic villain speech, I guess this is not a video game after all where the bad guy gets to finish his speech. And not all girls are damsels in distress. Let her have it."
"Agreed! Let the young lady take her knocks. Methinks she can take it," Max replied. Their conversation was cut off when four agents returned from their mission to Nu'Ilsol. All four of them marched into the castle, took up positions before the throne, and did not arise again. Max followed Solomon inside and gestured for Boan to come along.
@Topogaming
"Ugh, ah swear..." the fat warden groaned, "ye dam kids are gonna give me gray hairs 'afore I'm fifty." He was about to turn back when the statue in the corner of the wall moved. The warden stopped in his tracks.
The black armored statue turned out to actually be a living knight. "Lady Grey summons you."
"Oh, me? Sure, no prob-" the warden began.
"Topo."
"-lem...wait, what?"
"..."
"Is he the one who-"
"The other one is."
"So why-"
"Now, you old filthy mutton."
"But-"
"You question her?"
The warden grumbled as he unlocked the cell and pulled Topo out of it. Narsil grabbed onto Topo's pantleg crying, "Please don't leave me! You know what they'll do to me! Please don't go!" The warden kicked him off, slammed the cell door in his face, and dragged Topo up the stairs in handcuffs to the lobby. He said not a word to Topo as he escorted him to Lady Grey and forced him to his knees in front of her. His grip on Topo's shoulder was hard and biting, in case Topo wanted to try anything. Lady Grey rapped her finger on the armrest to summon Grisham's ear.
He arose and said, "Thus says Lady Grey: Welcome to Northaven, Sir Topo Zariane. Have you had a pleasant journey?"
@Darkwatck
As Fos paged through the Grim Tome of Rage, he began to realize that the text seemed utterly illegible. It was still written in Common, and in fact happened to be very plain and easy-to-read Common, but for reasons unknown, he simply couldn't make sense of it. And even more strangely, the shapes seemed to shift and change whenever he was of a mind to copy it. Even the diagrams looked totally alien to him.
Magic. Of course. What else could cause such sorcery on his eyes? No wonder Astran was so frustrated with it. Both men looked one another in the eye, understanding each other in wordless accord. The dinner bell rang in the air; Astran unfolded his arms, exited the library, and glanced back at Fos.
@Liminori
Conversation between the three of them grew less lively as the time drew closer to dinner. The whole kitchen was a bustle of activity, and Flynn often found himself with more to do than he may have initially expected. They finally placed the food and flatware on the table, and Darenda drew back to one corner of the room. Mi-Hao put a hand on Flynn's shoulder and smiled at him before taking her place at the other corner.
@Noel-Exside
As Noel wandered inside the castle, that feeling of emptiness only continued to grow. Then he saw the blood. How he was able to miss it was anyone's guess, but there it was, spread out like a carpet over the marble floor. Hundreds upon hundreds of bodies began to appear before him. In the center of them all stood a lone woman. Her long dress was torn and tattered, and its original crimson hue was mixed with the deep red blood of the fallen. In her right hand was a tome, and in her left hand was a sword.
She turned to look at him. Her brilliant hazel eyes suddenly shone and pierced the darkness, driving into his mind with relentless fury. Then they softened just as quickly as they grew angry, losing none of their light and gaining a strange purity that only the dying possessed. She reached out to him as her eyes began to water; her hand almost touched his cheek.
Then a dagger pierced her heart.
Noel awoke to the caresses of a gentle evening breeze in a small, unfamiliar room and on a small, unfamiliar bed.
Sun, 04/19/2015 - 22:41
#438
Sona paused for a moment before answering. "Sure" she replied as she rest her sword. While she was a bit disappointed she couldn't finish the fight, what was going on near the throne probably held more interest.
Sun, 04/19/2015 - 22:59
#439
following along
Boan nodded and ripped off a drum stick before leaving the dining area, "Oh, look, where are my manners," Boan smirked before bowing at the general direction of Lady Grey, "Thank you for the meal, lady Grey..."
The former guard captain followed behind Solomon while chewed on the cooked meat, nothing seemed to have gone wrong so far but he still kept his cloak on his head to keep some level of secrecy, there is no telling which denizens of northeaven could be the family relatives of the criminals he executed.
Sun, 04/19/2015 - 23:53
#440
Awake Again
Noel sat up, gasping, and clutched his heart. The trouble of what he had seen seemed to awaken a new sense of hopelessness, the meaninglessness of why he had been traversing the Clockworks. He'd never seen a death before, however. The blood was almost too much for him to take.
He wrapped the sheets around his body, to ward off the chills that he had felt when he walked through the empty Cooling Chambers, constructs bustling off and not being aware of his presence. But this time, someone was aware. And Noel could nearly reach out.
He swung his legs over the bed, and would have stood, if his legs could only summon the will to do so...
He knew this wasn't a mere nightmare that prodded at him. Nightmares weren't alive. Nightmares didn't show him blood he hadn't seen...
Nightmares didn't show him eyes that were recognizable. They didn't show him memories he didn't have.
Where darkness goes, I follow.
I'm not just a doll. I live too...I want to know I live...
"Hey, um..." Noel sighed, conceding with the silence and its will to draw out his pride, "...is anybody here? I could, uhm, use some help..." he stuttered slightly.
A pair of eyes, belonging only to one pair of people.
Mon, 04/20/2015 - 02:55
#441
Waving the man out Fos decided to forgo dinner. He wanted to take a little bit longer to see if the could decipher anything from this strange book.
Magic, of course it would be. No sane man leaves something like this untouched. Of course I am no magi, I am an alchemist so it's a bit beyond me to un-curse this book. Though if some one went through this much trouble to try and hide the meaning of the words it must mean something important. Or maybe there is a pattern to how the words are changing....
Closing the book Fos put the pen down and tried to remember what was written, however every time he did all it served to do was give him cause to get a headache.
Reaching up and rubbing his temps the man just sighed, "Why is it always magic..."
With that said the man decided to get up and head in the direction of the bell. After all he didn't know the keep and thus would have easily gotten lost if not for the rather loud chime.
Mon, 04/20/2015 - 03:16
#442
Heh
Topo stood up, rubbing his shoulder in pain.
"Nice trip? It's because of your three bloody knights, my whole squad was injured. My brothers were all wounded in battle. But if you don't count that, Yeah, that's pretty nice." Topo smirked, and spat on the ground,
Mon, 04/20/2015 - 03:35
#443
Something ironic lies below
Jolt rushed over to see what Julius was doing. At first it simply looked like the huge gladiator was simply smashing his sword into the hardwood floor for no reason, but as Jolt approached, something could be seen beneath.
The small chamber beneath the floor was extremely small, Jolt could barely drop into it, and it probably had another purpose like wine storage before it was used as a secret room. Within on a stand stood a rather drab looking suit of what looked to be iron dragon armor, complete with wings. Though this was not an especially great find, it was fairly uncommon. Though generally heavier than his gunslinger suit, Jolt was sure he could adjust and appreciate the more protective scales in time.
"Well, I'll take this along. It may not be much, but at least it's in one piece. If I hand pieces to you, will you pull them out and set them on the floor?"
Jolt handed the various parts including the helm, chest and back plates, greaves, boots, gauntlets, and sleeves to the large knight and then lifted a hand to get out himself. During his dissasembly of the armor, Jolt noticed that this was not just any old set: it was far newer than it looked and was padded inside. More electrodes than normal criscrossed the frame. What's more, a small yet distict ensign of the Scarlet Scouts was painted in enamel on the upper arm guards. "Rereward wouldn't have done that, would he have? No... well if he did, I don't know whether or not I would've joined his household." Jolt mused aloud.
"Well, I'm going to find someplace in this compound to change, then we should probably head back to the others. Amie may yell at us for taking so long..." Jolt found such a place in the master bathroom. When he returned, he looked very different which was to be expected. Instead of a partial face mask covering his mouth, Jolt now wore a full-face mask of opaque green duraglass. Only his eyes vaguely showed behind this screen and HUD. Strangely, it was not any heavier than his old armor, nor was it clunky.
"Alright, I will find a cloak to hide this very distinct armor, then let's go" Jolt said in an authoritative tone.
Mon, 04/20/2015 - 10:30
#444
Time to get moving
Grisham rolled Lady Grey in her wheelchair to the throne room and placed her in the throne. He swung her around to face the four agents kneeling on the steps and bent his ear to hear her words.
"Thus says Lady Grey: What news do you bring from Nu'Ilsol?"
The leader replied, "The crisis has worsened, m'lady. Ozlo's agents have briefly allied with Unruh's agents against us. We are among the first evacuees. Worse, the Underworlders have taken root in the people's minds; they are killing one another by the thousands and drinking their blood as we speak."
"Thus says Lady Grey: I thank you for the report; rest now while you may."
Each agent approached her and kissed her hand before making their way to the temporary quarters upstairs. All of them tried and failed to hide the tears they were wiping from their eyes.
Grisham spoke again. "Thus says Lady Grey: Let now the others approach. I have something to ask of you."
Mon, 04/20/2015 - 13:18
#445
jellies will be gooey
"I am all ears Lady Grey..." Boan leaned forth not before briefly looking back at the four cloaked agents, "Cry babies..." he thought as the agents left, "... I guess Lady Grey needed some additional muscles after all..."
Mon, 04/20/2015 - 14:19
#446
Walking into the hall just as the other men exited, Fos simply stepped to the side. A wounded warrior was nothing, but what he could see was more then flesh deep. Surely the warrior's spirits where more hurt then the bodies and from this Fos collected that they wept not for them selves, but rather for the woman, once proud and supportive, not forced to be supported. A crime really, some one should really do something about that.
Shrugging Fos entered the room just as the man spoke. In his left hand he held the tome, on the other a empty class, rather deep too. His hunger forced him to get a little drink on his way here. No foal play, just a man knocked out and a pint of blood missing, of course no one would know thanks to Fos quickly healing the wound. Yet the evidence still dripped down the side of his crimson lip.
"And what, do I ask, does Gray want?" He said rather loud, leaving out the title as was usual for him.
Not like he disrespected the woman at this point, but he never made a habit of calling some one in an athoritive spot by there title for he saw them as no better then he. Why should he? After all his craft makes him stronger then most men or women could dream of.
Mon, 04/20/2015 - 14:31
#447
Sweet!
((That feeling when you get to 5* all without spending a dime.
Second character I've gotten that far...))
Mon, 04/20/2015 - 14:39
#448
Rage Seal
Grisham cleared his throat and bent his ear. Having taken dictation, he nodded and straightened.
"Lady Grey wishes to convey the following." A servant passed him a piece of paper. "The town of Nu'Ilsol is in disarray, as you have seen. This town is important to Her Ladyship for many reasons, but the one that concerns you is the fact that a certain artifact contained therein is in some peril. Retrieve the item and bring it hence. Go to the Tumbler Inn and retrieve it from the agent who will meet you there. Bring it to me with all haste, and no matter what happens, don't lose it! Defend it with your lives. Any questions?"
Mon, 04/20/2015 - 14:40
#449
((Nice I just keep using the same character. Go Steam Cloud.))
Mon, 04/20/2015 - 14:41
#450
@Noel-Exside
((I'll have something special for you in a little while.))
The young soldier gave Narsil a sidelong glance and let a slight grin escape his otherwise stoic face. "Every man for himself, but I'll try my best. And there ARE surprisingly few guards. You got a plan?"
"I tried alchemy."
Narsil unfolded one arm to reveal his scorched black palm. Then he folded it back and looked out at the wall beyond the bars. A powerful shiver ran up his spine as he remembered with crystal clarity everything he'd done against the Lady of Northaven.
Imprisonment.
Taunts.
Voyeurs.
Beatings.
Drainings.
Dark deeds he was ashamed to recall sprung to his mind. And he knew, in his heart of hearts, that he would never get away from them. She would repay him every one of his deeds.
"If her goons come to get me, you'll stop them, won't you?" he asked, forgetting that he'd already asked the same question just a few minutes earlier.