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| Topic Started: Fri Aug 5, 2011 9:52 pm (763 Views) | |
| Diana Sin | Fri Aug 5, 2011 9:52 pm Post #1 |
 
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Hauntwood Marsh was somewhere she wished she could avoid, but that was next to impossible when coming out of Balefire. There were very few ways that were not too muddy to get through by wagon. It had been hard enough to get into Balefire while avoiding daylight on foot that this time she knew she would have to take the wagon. This wagon she had customized to her needs, dark, covered and did not allow much light in though she could see out through the opening in the front. Hardest part was getting Ash to pull the covered wagon. Ash seemed to think such things were below her, and only caved in to Diana begging and talk of the sun burning her away if she were caught by it. Ash was a clever worg, but she could be guilted into things. Still, she did not seem happy to pull the cart, and Diana would have to make it up to her later. Well, once they got somewhere where the people were a little more naive then the average citizen of Balefire, she would treat the worg to fresh meat. Fira meanwhile was inside the wagon with Diana, circling around her head and doing something of a dance to entertain her though it was hard to tell since she looked just like she was a darting ball of flame. Diana did however smile at the little fire elemental, which made it keep dancing. This was perhaps the most company she had ever kept, her only real friends. There were times she felt sad about that, having mostly excluded herself from all but her victims and enemies. But she seemed rather cheery today. Best part was if there were any attacks she would still be able to jump out and fight here, the sun not reaching through yet. |
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| Shan Orison | Fri Aug 5, 2011 10:42 pm Post #2 |
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Shan managed to pry one foot out of the muck with a loud shlurp, only to find his other foot was now stuck, as was the boot that belonged to his free foot. He sighed, reached down, and pulled his boot out, and managed to get hold of his second boot. It was going to come loose anyway. In mud caked feet and holding mud caked shoes, he began to wonder again why he thought walking through Hauntwood was a good plan. It didn't take long to remember he didn't have enough money for alternate transportation. After taking a few deep breaths and making sure the case on his back was secure, he began walking forward again, albeit slowly. Being a bard seemed a great deal more glamorous and cleaner on paper. He took a few more deep breaths and tried to think positive. Well, it wasn't raining, the sun wasn't baking him, and hey, he still had boots, even if they were useless here. The thoughts didn't help his mood much, he had to admit, but it did preoccupy his thoughts for a few steps. This trip was promising to take forever. Over the sound of his footsteps and labored breathing, he realized he could hear the rumbles of a cart. Hope soared, and he turning and raised his free hand to wave. Finally, his luck was looking up. It probably wasn't something that was going to kill him, after all. He hoped. Still, risking death was better than trudging the rest of the way on his own, and maybe they'd settle for a song and not his life. "Hello!" he called out as the cart rumbled from the fog. "Hey! Can I get a lift?" Then he realized a worg was pulling the cart. If he was intelligent and paid attention to his instincts, he would have been deep into the marsh by now, muck or no muck, but all he found himself thinking was How did they train a worg to do that? He stepped to the side of the path, curiosity overcoming the worry that the carriage might stop. |
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| Diana Sin | Fri Aug 5, 2011 11:04 pm Post #3 |
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Diana heard something and stuck her head out from the opening. There was a man getting in the road and flagging her down. "You may stop, Ash," she said with a whisper, smiling with a glint of bloodlust in her eyes. She quickly tried to hide it as much as possible. As he looked in on her she would have been hard to see if not for the small fire elemental floating just a little in front of her to her right. Diana had thought she had run into this person at just the right time. She was starting to get a but hungry and was in just the mood to act the innocent. Of course he was obviously not smart enough to run away at the sight of a worg drawn wagon, or perhaps he was simply powerful enough to afford curiosity. It would be a nice change in her policy to act a bit more cautiously now that she had seen how much having a bad first meeting could affect her, thanks to Emily. "May I ask, dear sir," she said, trying her best to sound polite and sincere. "Where you are heading and why you decided to come through the marsh to get there?" She would wait for his explanation, but no matter what it was she would proceed to offer him a ride. "Well, it's hardly any good walking around here, and I would not mind giving you a lift. I just so happen to be going that way myself." She backed away slightly to let him enter her wagon. Bit of light conversation, and then he would find out why one does not ride around with strangers. |
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| Shan Orison | Fri Aug 5, 2011 11:39 pm Post #4 |
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The wagon stopped. Shan felt conflicted on what the appropriate reaction should be. On one hand, that was a big worg. On the other, that was a nice way to travel though a marsh. On the other hand, those were big teeth the worg had. On the other hand, the door was opening. There was a dim light within the wagon, but it did no more than highlight the shadows within. A soft, sultry voice came from the inner recesses. "May I ask, dear sir, where you are heading and why you decided to come through the marsh to get there?" "Oh, uh, I was more focused on getting away from Balefire for...reasons, and the marsh seemed like a shortcut. I guess Norwood Village seems a good place to go..." "Well, it's hardly any good walking around here," the woman said with what sounded like a smile, "And I would not mind giving you a lift. I just so happen to be going that way myself." He saw her silhouette shift away from the door. "Really? That's great. Thank you so much." He stepped into the carriage. "Wow, this is really nice, though it's a bit dim. Is that a fire elemental?" |
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| Diana Sin | Sat Aug 6, 2011 12:11 am Post #5 |
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Diana was studying him as he got in. She kept smiling as he took a seat and commented. "You may keep going, Ash," she said, and the worg growled a little in response before they started moving once more. She closed the opening and brought her full attention back to her guest. Her poor, unfortunate guest who was foolish enough to get in with her, and that thought was keeping her smile quite genuine. "Yes, she is," said Diana. "Say 'hello', Fira." The small fire elemental did a circle in the air and said something in her unintelligible language. "We'll just have to assume that was a 'Hello'. Can't understand a word she says, but she seems to understand me just fine." This was going well, acting as though this was just pleasant conversation, lulling him into a false sense of security. "May I ask you for your name?" she asked, once more in the tone of simple conversation. Once he said she would raise her hand to shake his, once, and introduce herself. "My name is Diana Selene, and it is a pleasure to meet you." She used her less known middle name instead of her real one for two reasons. One being that the name 'Sin' was already sinister enough, and the other being that she had been on a few wanted posters. Best to assume he might of seen them then leave it to chance. |
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| Shan Orison | Sat Aug 6, 2011 12:23 am Post #6 |
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"Oh, my name is Shan. Um, Shan Orison, though that's not a big name or anything." "My name is Diana Selene, and it is a pleasure to meet you," the woman said, shaking his hand once. As his eyes grew use to the lighting, he studied his host. She was very attractive, with pale skin and black hair. Look at her eyes, his survival instincts screamed. They're silver! That's not normal! And who rides through a dark forest in dark shadows? I would...Shan replied to his thoughts. Well, yes, but you're a bit of a freak. Think! Why would a wealthy, attractive woman let some muddy halfwit into her private carriage? This can't end well for you! He mulled this over. That had some merit, and probably his witch of a mother would be beating him over the head with a spoon and saying the same thing. He felt his insides roil. I just need to stay positive, he thought. That's all I need to do. Also, I may need to be quicker than a worg, but that is a thought for later. "I'd hardly ask for free passage, especially from such a fine lady as yourself, Perhaps this humble bard can liven your journey with a few songs? I'm afraid that's all I can give to pay." Wrong, his treacherous common sense injected. |
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| Diana Sin | Sat Aug 6, 2011 12:45 am Post #7 |
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This was going well. She would wait a bit longer still, wait for the chance to strike. When offered a song as payment, she could not help but smile wider. A bard! She loved bards, not for the songs but for the fact that they seemed to make excellent victims. She had no idea how they really got money out of the people they performed for, she would never give any money to someone singing to her in a tavern, but they also seemed to have some valuables on hand. They also were not usually much for fighters. "I would not dream to ask a poor traveler to pay for a ride," she said, kindly. "But I would not mind a song much either." Diana was beginning to think she should have done this for ages, robbing people by getting them in her wagon. It certainly seemed effective, and perhaps now that she could not stroll the roads in daylight and wait for travellers she would gain her victims this way. This was certainly a good way to test her ability to charm people. She had a thought that it might not be wise to make so much noise out here. She had heard stories of how dangerous the marsh was, but she felt she could chance it. Surely Ash was fast enough to get them out of any danger if need be. Still, best to think of the dangers whenever doing anything, but this one she would push back. Besides, he might actually be a good bard. Dinner and a show, this was a good find. |
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| Shan Orison | Sat Aug 6, 2011 12:59 am Post #8 |
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Shan smiled and opened his instrument case. So far this was going better than his paranoia suggested. "It would be my pleasure, m'lady," he said. He pulled the well loved fiddle from its worn velvet home and rested it under his chin. "I'm afraid my singing voice is far worse than a bard's should be, but I hope my playing can make up for it." He rested the bow against the strings and, after a few minutes retuning the strings the damp marsh made limp, he began to play. He felt himself and his insides relax to the sound, and tapped quietly in time to the music. He hoped she enjoyed the music, but, in truth, he need it as well. Music was one of the few things that could calm him in stressful situations. It was one of the reasons he chose to strike out as a bard. Somehow, this situation was beginning to feel stressful. That's what I've been saying, his common sense said over the music. OOC:This is what he's playing, minus the guitar and percussion. |
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| Vernon | Sat Aug 6, 2011 1:23 am Post #9 |
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Intruders. Both were human, though one was also a vampire. They were far enoguh apart that they likely didn't enter at the same time. Vernon didn't get guests often and he certainly didn't often many at once. Vernon decided to take his sleigh to greet the individuals. They were far off in the drier portion of the marsh. It was the quickest means of getting there and there was a bit of distance to cover from the Carrion Pit. Luckily the bat-driven sleigh was already near by. Vernon applauded the timing of his new guests. He had just gotten finished shriveling a few undesired plants into nothing and now he had somthing besides gardening to occupy his time. With any luck one of the poor fools brough an adequte gift for their intrusion. Vernon kicked the sleigh, rousing the swarm of bats beneath it, before crawling inside and commanding the bats to make haste. His targets came together as he approached. How convieneint! He could deal with them both at the same time. There seemed to be more than just the two. A worg and some firey creature were also in the vicintiy, no doubt belonging to one of the intruders. Hardly much to deal with, considering that Vernon commanded the very marsh itself. The bard's music was likely interrupted by the flapping of so many wings that heralded Vernon's approach. If that didn't do the trick Vernon's greeting likely would. Vernon stood up from from his seat as he neared the wagon, and adjusted his emerald green crown before addressing the intruders. "Well, well, well, it's not often such large parties intrude upon my marsh. I suggest you state your buisness quickly as well as what you are willing to part with for your safe passage," The were cackled. He could kill them all though, he wasn't in the mood for such semantics today and humans were so easy catch. |
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| Diana Sin | Sat Aug 6, 2011 1:25 am Post #10 |
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Diana smiled, closed her eyes, and listened. She felt he wasn't too bad, and enjoyed the song quite a bit. Sometimes she wished she could play an instrument, but now she had the thought that she would have all the time in the world to take up a few more hobbies in her unlife now. That was a rather pleasant thought, maybe she would take up a few. After all, music was also a good way of lulling people away. She regretted the wagon not being quite stable enough to dance in, as she was getting in the mood for a dance or two. She really would have to go out and enjoy herself one of these nights, it had been ever so long since she had let lose and partied. Of course, that may have been because her favorite places to do such also had wanted posters out for her. She would need to use the alter self spell when she did. There was, however, an interruption to the song as someone outside came calling, and Ash was growling. Diana listened and brought her hand to her face in exasperation. It sounded like bandits of some sort. And she had so been looking forward to a peaceful and easy meal. She decided she best answer quickly. Worse came to worse she would have to throw her meal away and run for it. "We are two travelers come from Balefire," she called out, not daring to stick her neck out of the wagon to see the caller. "We don't have much to offer you, I'm afraid. Neither of us are particularly wealthy." She pulled out her sword as quietly as she could, and put her finger to her lip to keep her guest quiet about it. She hoped that the well-made drow blade would not frighten him too badly, if she could she would like to still keep him as a snack. Edited by Diana Sin, Sat Aug 6, 2011 1:37 am.
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| Shan Orison | Sat Aug 6, 2011 1:48 am Post #11 |
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Shan was too absorbed in the music to notice the bandit outside until he spoke. He didn't sound friendly. He sounded like the sort of fellow who'd call you "Pal" in a dark alley. Such persons aren't friendly. "We are two travelers come from Balefire," His host said, remaining where she sat rather than going outside unprotected. "We don't have much to offer you, I'm afraid. Neither of us are particularly wealthy." If she isn't wealthy, what am I? Shan thought as she motioned him to silence. A small slice of chivalry suggested he should go outside and defend her. Yes, do that, his common sense sneered at his chivalry. Go outside with your dagger and fiddle to protect the creepy woman with the fire elemental and worg. That sounds intelligent. Not. Shan found himself forced to agree with his common sense. He was more built to sneaking his way around conflict, not confront it. Then she loosened the sword he had missed in the gloom. Wow, that's a nice blade, he and his second thoughts agreed. He still found his hand loosening the dagger on his belt as he waited for the bandit. Just in case. |
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| Vernon | Sat Aug 6, 2011 2:24 am Post #12 |
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The woman was quite disrespectul, perhaps she didn't know who he was, perhaps she didn't know where she was. She would certainly have to be set Straight. "That's certainly no proper greeting for the Master of the Marsh. Poor you may be but, but you have a wealth of flesh to share. Give me the human and you shall be free to go woman. If you have a better deal I hope you come up with it quickly, before I destroy you all as intruders on my porperty," Vernon growled as the sleigh slowly circled the wagon. He figured there wasn't much bond between the two humans given hoe far apart the orginally were. Hopefully she would be more than happy to ditch the hitchhiker in the name of her own freedom. If not... Vernon would certainly have to get to work. He was tempted to ask for the worg, but that would also be asking for the wagon. While it was possible that there were all manner of riches inside the wagon despite her assertion Vernon was more concerned about the tasty bodies riding inside. He certainly couldn't let them tresspass his marsh without due harm. Vernon's hand moved to his whip. He had a feeling he would be using it whether he got his way or not, though his crossbow would likely prove more useful if they were going to try and make a break for it without paying the toll. Vernon pondered if a more immediate threat would help hasten their thinking, but ultimately decided to wait. He had all the time in the world, though the same wasn't exactly truly of his prey, regardless of what they thought. |
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| Diana Sin | Sat Aug 6, 2011 2:37 pm Post #13 |
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Diana thought about the decision she had to make. On one hand, she was hungry and wished to keep her meal at least long enough to drink from. On the other hand, she now knew it was not a bandit but likely a creature far more dangerous seeing as it was after the people inside rather then any proper wealth they had, and he may or may not be alone. No meal was worth too many chances, and she could survive some time without one. After all, she was not hungry enough to jump him on sight, so she had some time until she was truly starving. She raised her sword to the bard's neck, her face suddenly quite cold. She did not fake any more warmth. "Your deal sounds fair to me," she called out. "Now, bard, out of my wagon." She would keep the blade on him to make him leave. It was a shame to have lost such a meal, but at least she had some practice for next time. "You may have him with my apologies for the intrusion on your land, Master of the Marsh." If she had to she would get rough with her guest and throw him out of the wagon. She was not going to risk much time to let the Master of the Marsh reconsider getting her as well, and once the Bard was out she would say "Goodbye," and tell Ash to leave with some speed. The lesson of the day was sometimes it's better to throw fish back in the water rather then let the sharks sink your ship. OOC: Well, if the rat let's me leave and the Bard gets out without a fight, I think I am out o.o Sometimes just got to be true to your character, right? |
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| Shan Orison | Sat Aug 6, 2011 8:34 pm Post #14 |
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OOC: I understand, Diana. This is a role-playing forum after all. Shan raised his hands over his head and gave a small, panic-filled smile. This was turning out very poorly, and he hadn't missed the part about how the bandit would accept the human as payment. Monsters inside and out, it seemed. "Alright, alright, there's no need for violence on anyone's parts," he said, his mind racing far ahead of his mouth. He slid toward the door, the blade still resting uncomfortably close to his throat. Keeping his eyes on the now icy face of his former host, he slowly opened the door and looked outside- Dear gods in heaven, the smell! How did he not sense that earlier? The Marsh Master, who from his rodential features was certainly not human, reeked of...well, Shan had the pleasure of smelling many horrendous things in his lifetime, and this creature had managed to marinate himself in all of them at once. A thin, sharp pressure on his neck reminded him that he wasn't welcome inside anymore. Hands still raised, he stepped out of the carriage. He had a plan, at least. It was a stupid, dangerous, risky plan, but since he seemed about to die anyway... "Goodbye," he heard as the carriage door closed. The wheels rumbled to life as they sped off at high speed. Shan counted in his head. He knew, with a fair certitude, that he couldn't outrun a worg. If his encounter with the lady did result in his running away, her worg could easily chase him down. He'd never outrun a worg on the hunt. A worg pulling a heavy wagon through a marsh, however... Shan took a deep breath, kept himself through sheer willpower from throwing up right then and there, and ran. Head upright, look straight ahead, he schooled himself. Never, ever look behind. That only slows you down, and you should already be going so fast nothing behind you can motivate you. Zigzag. He has a crossbow. Don't be an easy target. Arms pumping, feet pounding, his breath overcoming any sounds behind him, he focused on his target. He couldn't keep this speed up forever, he knew, but like the jackrabbit, he just had to outrun the wolf long enough... He drew his dagger, leapt, and scrambled onto the roof of the wagon, driving his dagger in to gain an extra handhold on the moving carriage. OOC: Shan has the fleet of foot feat, which is why I'm guessing this is possible. If it's too much, I'll edit it. |
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| Vernon | Sun Aug 7, 2011 2:55 am Post #15 |
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He could not see what was going on inside, but it sounded amusing from what he managed to hear over the droning of the bat wings. He was glad that she was handing over the human without any fuss. It certainly made the proceedings much easier and Vernon was not one to complain about an easy meal. Vernon ordered his bats to land next to the small wagon. If he was lucky the woman would deliver the man properly, but such things were rarely the case. Panic and terror often made people forget those nice little details, but it didn't matter much as there was nowhere for the pitiful little man to run. The man exited as the sleigh neared the ground. Now he just had to figure out what to do with the man. Killing him right away was simply no fun at all. He would have to do something entertaining with the fellow, but what? Before Vernon could come to his conclusion his prey had begun to flee the scene. Vernon chuckled at the futile effort, before quickly noticing that the man was headed towards the wagon. Blast it! Why did the fool have to try and make this more complicated than it needed to be? There was no escape; the best he could likely do was take his savvy vampire friend down with him. Vernon growled in annoyance as he stomped the sleigh’s floor, rousing some of the bats that had taken to dosing. "After them you twits!" Vernon snarled. It didn't take long for the flying sleigh to begin to gain on the wagon. The swarm of bats was not slowed down by the marsh or the load it bore, though the same was certainly wasn't true of the Vampire's wagon and her unintended cargo. What would be the best way to punish the pesky human? Preferably comfortably form his perch. Vernon reached into his bag and pulled out two squirming squirrel-like creatures by their tails. "Play with him," Vernon cackled as he tossed the two musfas onto the Wagon's top. Their long sharp claws pierced small holes in the wagon's roof as they landed. The creatures chittered ominously as they turned their focus to their prey. It wasn't much but Vernon had more and he figured he might as well get some entertainment through playing with prey in such a unique situation. (Feel free to control the rodents to fuel your posting conent if need be. ) |
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