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| The Necromancer; [complete] | |
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| Topic Started: Mon Jun 27, 2011 1:55 pm (597 Views) | |
| Kalim | Tue Aug 9, 2011 2:59 pm Post #31 |
 
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It took another five minutes before rough knocking on the front door could be heard, and the healer went to answer it. He soon returned with three more men, each with the hardened eyes of warriors. Their eyes went in unison to the robed maged laying on the table, and then one, who Kal assumed was the captain, approached the two of them. "That boy hardly told me anything. Would you like to explain any of this, young man?" The phrase "young man" made him want to kick something else, but he took a deep breath before launching into the tale. When he was finished, the captain stood silent for a few moments, seemingly lost in thought. Finally, he shrugged and shook his head. "That would explain the bodies, but do you any other proof? I have no way of knowing that you might not be using him as a scapegoat to escape the crime yourself." The mercenary reached into his cloak and dragged out the amulet he had stolen from the necromancer before tossing it to him. "Get your mage to look at that." The frowned and handed it over to the one on his right, which meant the other must be a lieutenant. The wizard looked down at the focus in his hand, intent for a few seconds, before nodding and handing it back. "It's soaked in black magic. I'm pretty sure it is his, too." He nodded towards the criminal. The captain sighed. "Practicing the dark arts doesn't inherently make someone a criminal." Kal slammed his fist down on a desk, his features convulted in rage. "Then send a runner to Cascadia and ask them yourself, if you want! I've had enough of this!" He was tired, frustrated, and hungry. All he wanted was to find himself a soft bed to lay in and hopefully not have nightmares about the day's events. He was so dizzy that he could barely stand, and these idiots were talking about letting the necromancer go. To make things worse, that very man spoke up just then. "That's right! I'm as innocent as a baby bird!" "Ugly as one, too," Kal growled. The captain grunted and him and his men stepped over to the table. "All right, we'll hold him while we send out a runner. It'll take a couple of days, but once we know for certain he is guilty we'll hand him over to you." He motioned to the wizard, and the man began chanting. Kal saw disgust and hate appear on the necromancer's face, and he assumed that the anti-magic field had finally been placed. He walked over, grabbed the amulet from the wizard's hands, and turned on his heel towards the door. He snapped his fingers at his companion as he went to turn the knob. It was time to get to the inn and put this disaster behind them, for a few days at least. "C'mon. We might as well share a room to cut the price. If they don't make us sleep in the stables, coming in this late." |
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| Zaizo | Wed Aug 10, 2011 7:25 am Post #32 |
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Zaizo simply watched the interaction and exchange between those groups quietly and from his spot, the only proof he was truly there and not some figment of their collective imaginations being the smell of the tobacco smoke which was trapped in the room, possibly not particularly healthy to be inhaled second-hand by the necromancer, but he didn’t care. Actually, with any luck he figured it might send the necromancer into some comatose sort of state so that he wouldn’t exactly be dead, but at the same time not able to do anything anymore, including but not limited to being yet another grief in the life of the battle-mage. Possibly right up there on the list next to Zoni, which was being a good deal reserved given that nothing was going on… actually, Zaizo was pretty sure that the mad-man persona had fallen asleep in their collective head, a good thing he didn’t snore. Zaizo was an un-contractually emergency hired sub-contractor slash impromptu last-moment assistance and partner to the sell-sword Kalim, and he wasn’t going to start speaking up about any of the deaths as long as eyes weren’t on him, since, after all, Zoni had killed quite a deal of them, and the sharing of the body with Zaizo only made things even more complicated to the idea that it was one personality in the body rather than the other who had collected the cold blood of the deceased guards on the cool steel of their shared blade. Surely if he had chosen to speak up, the guards wouldn’t have exactly believed him that he had nothing to do with the guards, and more-of the necromancer and a large flesh golem that had been made out of the various pieces of the dead guards last-minute by the [removed]ing necromancer in the room. The whole thought of the situation gave Zaizo, so rather than dwelling further on the subject, he glanced away from the scene before him and took another drag off of his cigarette. It was a good response to the situation, at least, as far as he thought it was. There was nothing more that could really be done, nothing that could be said which would really change facts. Perhaps in some way or another the guards of Kellan would contact the guards of Cascadia about the bounty, and then perhaps in quite a bit of time they might learn of exactly what had happened and that there was in fact a bounty on the necromancer. Zaizo, again, didn’t care. Any fraction of the bounty from the necromancer was just a bonus in his vengeance for his spilled drink by the dark caster’s thuggish guards. “We’ll—be in separate rooms. You’re not my type.” Zaizo said, catching himself and changing the tone of his words before making direct mention of Zoni. It was yet another thing he found more than complicated to explaining, which was in part why he didn’t bother sharing his name. He followed through the door after Kalim, he needed a drink to go with his smoke, and the tavern was sure to have them. He had already planned it out, he would see where the sell-sword would sleep, then he would sit downstairs in the tavern by a window which could show him just in case the mercenary wanted to try and collect the bounty without him. He didn’t want to work without getting paid. Edited by Zaizo, Sat Aug 13, 2011 8:32 am.
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| Kalim | Thu Aug 11, 2011 2:51 pm Post #33 |
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The mercenary snorted, shaking his head. "Suit yourself, then." If he wasn't so tired, he probably would have punched the guy for his jibe. Instead, he pushed open the door and stepped into the surprisingly cool night air. He walked down the street, briefly glancing up at the sky in the hopes of determining what time it was. The sky was pitch black, deep in its darkness, so he assumed that it was past midnight, if not much later. It might not have been too much of a problem for people that were accustomed to staying up so long, but he was an early riser. Most of his work was done during the day, not the night, and he couldn't afford to waste the sunlight hours. The passed by few town guardsmen, and they were given hard looks. He noticed with some interest that the bodies they had left laying around were gone, and he desperately hoped that they had just been removed, and that the blasted necromancer hadn't somehow raised them again. He didn't fancy the thought of waking up to the sight of a zombie in his room trying to eat him. It would be unpleasant, both for him and the zombie. He was cranky in the morning. He reached the door of the tavern he had vacated only a few hours ago, though it seemed days. He glanced behind him to make sure the mage was still with him before pushing open the door and stepping into the common room, which was lit by only a few candles. Making his way through the warren of tables and chairs, he caught sight of a young man doing his rounds cleaning up the mess the patrons had left behind, and caught him on the shoulder. He jumped so high that it seemd like the kid might bump his head on the roof, and when he turned around, his face was pale. It seemed that he had heard rumors about what was going on outside. What would the town say when they realized the truth? It wouldn't take much effort on their part; everyone in the inn had seen the fight between them and the guards. "Are there any rooms available?" he asked, with as much politeness as he could muster in his current mood. The lad gulped. "Y-you're that...," his eyes traveled to the mage. "And he's that..." The mercenary muttered a curse, aggravated that they were already building up a reputation. It would the next few days all the more unbearable. But the boy, after sweating some more, told them to wait and dashed away into the darkness. A few minutes later, an irritated-looking older man appeared, navigating his way through the darkness easily. That alone told Kal that he was the owner, and the man wasted no time in niceties. "Room's gonna cost more. Price you pay for coming in so late." His eyes roved over the two of them, and he grunted in recognition. "Double, actually." It was nothing he hadn't expected, and he nodded. "That's fine. Just lead me to it." He intended to pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow. The innkeeper shrugged his shoulders and made his way back through the room towards the stairs, and they stomped up them. He led them along the hallway and stopped in front of the doors. The mercenary shouldered it open, but before closing it, he glanced back at the mage. "I want to see you as little as possible over the next couple of days. If you come in here, you'll get a knife in your throat." With that cheery comment out of the way, he shut the door in their faces, leaving the man to arrange for getting his own room. He meant what he said, and before laying down he went about doing the tasks he always did before sleeping. The way the bed was situated was unacceptable, and he pushed it to the other side of the room, so that he could sleep on his left side, not hindering his sword arm, and without his back being exposed. The sword, unsheathed, would be beside him, ready for use. The only clothing he actually removed was his boots and his cloak, and he tossed the former in front of the door, which opened in. If anyone tried coming in, they would fall over, and he would hear them bump against the floor. So long as something didn't try entering through a wall, he was as prepared as he possibly could be. No zombie would be killing him in the night. He placed the amulet underneath his pillow and finally rested his head. His thoughts soon turned idle, and it wasn't long after that he was sleeping, not particularly soundly, but it would do. OOC: ((Feel free to wrap up the thread however you'd like.)) |
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| Zaizo | Sat Aug 13, 2011 8:58 am Post #34 |
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Zaizo could almost feel the want, the borderline need for Kalim to punch him in the face for that comment, he seemed to be such a delicate flower beyond that tough sell-sword exterior. Oh well, it didn’t particularly matter to the battle-mage, as long as he, too, got paid in the end, he could truly care less about the situation. Though, of course he didn’t particularly care too much for being snapped at, perhaps something that couldn’t be helped given Kalim’s current state of mind, so easily set off by a couple of guards, perhaps he was just simply tired after all the hell they had been through during the day, while Zaizo just felt a little bit more off-put than usual. At any rate, he chose to follow after the mercenary, he couldn’t remember the way to the right tavern, after all, having more tripped over it earlier in the day, making Zoni think that he was going back to kill a man. As Zaizo followed Kalim out through the door and down the path they had come from, where there had once been so many bodies lying around, he thought for a moment of what the guards might think when they saw the flesh golem lying in an alleyway not too far off from where they were, where the bodies had all vanished to. Given the annoyance of the necromancer’s company, Zaizo had nearly forgotten about the part with the flesh golem, blowing out its knees in such a quick and timely manner, what he might have lacked in swordsmanship, Zazio truly made up for in his use of magics when it actually counted. “This isn’t over…” Zoni’s voice broke through, echoing slightly in the night air, though quiet thanks to Zaizo’s forcefulness on the subject. This was a clear sign that he was regaining his control over the body, he was getting antsy already, so soon after cutting through cold-blooded guards, a reminder aching throughout their entire shared body where blunt blows had made their connections, sore places where blades had cut through that were covered in blood, Zaizo would surely need a long bath after such a thing, but with Zoni wanted to retake control, it somewhat worried him, even from behind the smoke of his cigarette. Slowly their right hand began to make its way to the handle of their longsword, slowly, quietly bringing it up and out of their sheathe, their eyes falling upon the figure in front of them by several yards, one eye red as the bloodshed from earlier, glowing with a slight tinge of pure insanity taking a form, the other remained red, Zaizo trying to maintain control over the situation, not wanting to get into a fight with the sell-sword, even if he could take advantage of the fatigue which had seemed to loom over Kalim, “He was, after all, the cause of everything, and just hacking apart some corpses doesn’t do it for me… I need this, more than you need pay.” The words of madness dripped through, the blade’s tip the only thing left within its sheathe, the blade ready to come from its home, the muscles throughout their body readying to leap forward, to kill their ally from earlier, but forced to stay from any action, their body freezing in place, causing only more aggravation in Zoni’s own personal mindset. “If you kill him, and we don’t get paid, you don’t get to indulge in your various vices.” Zaizo’s words of sanity, of a bit of wisdom passed through with nervous breath, something which did not manage to pass its way by Zoni, the sword slowly returning to its sheathe, quietly as before while the muscles relaxed, the red eye returning to its brown coloring, and the cigarette having fallen from Zaizo’s mouth. Slowly his gaze went to the glowing red end of the cigarette on the ground, his body quaking slightly as he looked to it, actually managing to fear losing control over the body, to become the recessive personality to such a thing as Zaizoni. Slowly his boot went to snuff out the flame before he continued forward, following after Kalim, feigning to have full control over his body, to be void of fear, though he wasn’t even going to try for another cigarette so soon, knowing that it would merely be shaken out of his hand. Zaizo slowly entered the tavern, surprisingly only a moment behind Kalim, catching the attention of a young worker, practically a child seeming to be fear-struck. However, only a few moments passed as an older man came and said his price, hinting at the why, and Kalim was off to his room, following the old man. The innkeeper would be safe this night, it seemed. However, it only took a moment for Zaizo’s eyes to both shift red, a tinge of white streaking through his hair as the thought of the boy from just a moment earlier flashed within his mind. Not all would live through this night. And only two would know it. |
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