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| Topic Started: Thu Sep 22, 2011 5:26 am (290 Views) | |
| Shaundra Firmoon | Thu Sep 22, 2011 5:26 am Post #1 |
 
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For it being her first time in this city, she had to say it was fairly easy to get used to. Although her night vision was not the greatest, she still enjoyed the way that the lanterns lit the walkways and the signs up. It was kind of creepy, but somehow, she liked it. She’d never see another city that was completely shut away from the sun. She even liked how she kind of blended in, with her black hat, dark hair, and long black dress. She soon noticed that she was much prettier than the other civilians, though. As it seemed, a lack of vitamin D for your skin really went a long way. She probably looked like she was on her way to a fancy ball, but this was actually her everyday attire. She never wore anything other than a black dress with her top hat. She simply didn’t think that anything else would match nicely. She was actually in this town so that she could try to find a type of cloak that she was told she’d find here. It was the only kind that was made with soft fabrics, and she’d be able to get one with a trim along the bottom so that it matched her dress. It would be perfect for keeping her warm, and at the same time, it would look nice. Of course, she would have to get some sort of enchantment for it so that it wouldn’t catch fire. None of her clothing had any enchantments to be fire-resistant, but so far, it seemed like she wouldn’t have to worry about getting her dress or her hat on fire, because she didn’t really use her ability to create spark anyway. She was planning on eventually learning how to manipulate the fire, to make it twist and turn while she performed, to make her dances that much more interesting. However, she had yet to find something or somebody to help her learn. Not like she required assistance, but it was more like needing something to get her started. She wanted somebody to spar with as well, for practicing with her swords. She had one long sword, and one moon sword that she had found randomly a while back. She was really itching to put them to good use. She continued walking down the streets, looking at all the different store names, and inn signs, and tavern signs. There was one in particular that caught her eye. It looked like a place she could try to make some money in. It seemed to be a popular spot, so it seemed worth trying out. She didn’t see any harm in that. She remained outside for now, though, pondering about it while she enjoyed the cool breeze. |
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| Seele | Fri Sep 23, 2011 10:59 pm Post #2 |
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Such a shadowy city was the perfect location for a man such of Seele. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to enjoy the sensation of the sun striking his flesh. It had been over a century, for sure; now all that fueled him was his magic and his desire for power. The elf was leaning against the wall of an alley, his gaunt frame completely surrounded by shadows. Of course, a stranger could walk by his location and never even see him. The elf was an accomplished magician and shadow sorcerer, a dangerous individual who had mastered a wide range of magical abilities. One such skill is what hid him so completely in his hiding spot. So long as he did not move or make a sound the elf was able to blend into the shadows completely, disappearing without a trace. It was very useful in Balefire, where over half of the streets were cloaked in inky blackness. Due to the perpetual darkened state of the city it had become a haven for illicit activities of every possible manner and description, a web of murder and intrigue of which Seele was an integral part. He was currently the owner of a large slaving empire, perhaps the largest in Imythess. Although his seat of power was in the ruined metropolis of Taras, he also had a strong foothold in Balefire as well. Both cities were located on the coast of the Moonseas, making trade between them both plentiful and pivotal, and many of his shipments of slaves were ferried between the two cities by sea. Of course, he was not 'officially' supposed to be in Balefire at the moment. His current operations had originally belonged to an obscenely obese noble by the name of Cronally, a man who had made up for a lack of efficiency with a surplus of wealth. Seele did not plan on repeating his mistakes. He often traveled between the cities that were connected to his slaving empire in order to gage both their efficiency and their ability at hiding their true motives from the proper authorities. In Balefire, a few bribes to high-ranked guardsmen had been all it took to keep his operations hidden from the public eye, but the sorcerer still preferred to check-up on his agents in the city to assess their capabilities. On this inspection he had been pleasantly surprised, finding almost no aspects of the local slave trade that did not meet with his standards. With business taken care of, the elf had decided to partake in his new favorite hobby. Capturing new slaves. Although many of his agents in the field were specifically given similar tasks on a large scale, Seele sometimes preferred to capture his merchandise himself. Despite his skeletal, weakling appearance the elf was both a trained combatant and a skilled sorcerer, more than competent enough to capture and enslave a few vermin on his own. He usually preferred to pursue quality instead of quantity. There were certain types of slaves that were in much higher demand than others, after all, and a successful businessman catered to the current mood of the market. Healers fetched a high price, as well as specimens of odd or rare races. He had also discovered that beautiful women were very popular among his most frequent clients. So the elf watched the street from the shadows, waiting for an appropriate individual to wander past his hiding spot. It did not take long. He had barely been standing in the shadows for ten minutes when a woman walked by wearing a black dress and top hat. Seele tilted his head to one side, examining her from the darkness. The elf had no romantic interest in other mortals himself, but he knew the standards by which a woman's attractiveness could be assessed, even if in his cursed sight her body seemed to rot and decay. This one would be worth a handy profit. He smiled broadly as he stepped out of the shadows, the enchantment fading with the movement so he was completely visible once more. The elf's skin was as white as parchment except for a twisted sigil branded onto his left cheek, and his eyes were an unnatural golden color. Wisps of silvery hair brushed his shoulder, the crown of his head hidden by a broad-brimmed hat. He began to walk down the street towards the woman, keeping his hands folded underneath his cloak and trying to look like just another denizen of Balefire so as to not attract unwanted attention. |
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| Shaundra Firmoon | Sat Sep 24, 2011 5:26 am Post #3 |
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Shaundra walked over into an alleyway that was not too far from the tavern that she momentarily stopped in front of, and decided that she would get a little bit of practice with her fire manipulation. She had looked around to make sure nobody would follow her into the alleyway, but what she wasn’t thinking about, was how much the fire would light up the area. She just wanted something to do while she figured out what she was going to do about how she was going to make more money before she went broke. Once in the alleyway, she whispered “Create spark.” And held both hands up with the palms facing each other as the flame slowly came alive. She spread her hands apart to let the flame grow more until she felt that she was comfortable with the size of the flame, which now was spinning in a ball. She wasn’t paying much attention to the entrance of the alleyway while she was doing this, so she had no idea what to expect when she turned back around. However, she didn’t turn around just yet. She was still working on carefully spinning the ball of orange flame between her hands. She could kind of feel the warmth of it, but on her hands, it felt more like the skin was tightening up. So, she spread her hands further apart without willing the ball to become larger, and finally, she able to have the ball stay in the air. After a moment of seeing how bright the alleyway had become, she began in trying to make the fireball break apart into strings of fire, creating one string at a time and curling it around her at a safe distance. She continued doing this, manipulating the strings of fire and trying to get them to move around her. However, this was where she was having troubles. Whenever she tried moving it, the fire seemed to want to gather into a ball again, so it moved toward itself whenever she willed it to move. She didn’t become impatient or frustrated, she simply took more time to concentrate and figure out why it wasn’t moving the way she wanted it to. She then looked toward the entrance of the alleyway to make sure she was still alone... |
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| Seele | Mon Sep 26, 2011 12:58 am Post #4 |
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Seele watched as the woman step into another alley and fought the impulse to smile. Clearly she had no idea that she was being followed, and the sorcerer planned on keeping it that way. He glanced over his shoulder, staring down the empty street. Although Balefire had no true cycle of night and day, the metropolis had slipped into a pattern that mimicked the natural flow of time outside of the city. Few of its citizens were up and about at this time of night, and this portion of the city was not the most well-traversed even during the busiest hours of the day. It was one of the reasons that he had chosen this location for his trap. There was a flash of light from the alleyway the woman had disappeared into, which soon faded into a flickering orange light that was quite conspicuous in the city of lanterns. Seele sneaked up to the mouth of the alleyway, peering around the corner for an instant before jerking his head back. The woman appeared to manipulating flames in some manner of dancing. That, with her outrageous attire, suggested to the elf that she was a street performer of some variety. He grinned to himself, laying one hand on his own features and drawing a thread of power from his kernel of arcane power. Let the game begin... Oloth nindel zhah Faer, yu'na irr'jahk ulu ussta orn. Major Illusion! Magic runes bloomed into existence around his frame, the writhing symbols curling around his body and alighting on his form. Every arcane sigil that touched his body began to glow as they drew light into their shape, contorting it and warping the area surrounding the elf in accordance with his instructions. In moments he had woven a flawless illusion around himself, changing his appearance entirely. Although he was still tall and gaunt, his clothes were now a jester's motley, the garments stitched together in slapdash patterns and so bright they appeared garish. His hat was completely white with a red ribbon wrapped around the brim, small bells handing from it that rang out with every step he took. His skin was no longer deathly pale, but instead possessed a rosy coloration. His hair stayed the same shade of silver, but his eyes were green and friendly. For all intents and purpose, Seele looked like some denizen of a circus. He sashayed around the corner of the alleyway, grinning broadly. The woman was staring at the opening, and he did not want her to suspect his true intentions. "Hello there, friend!" Seele twisted his voice so it sounded nothing like his usually malevolent tone, infusing the greeting with a degree of friendliness that only actors and street performers could pull off. He bowed to the woman, turning the gesture into a forwards roll that he sprang out of with a boisterous laugh. "You have just the sort of talent that our operation needs, milady!" Although he did not use this disguise often, Seele's acrobatic abilities and nimble hands made posing as a tumbler a simple matter. He glanced towards the ball of fire floating near the woman, eyes alight with feigned curiosity. "What trick are you trying our, if I may ask? Can you show me?" He did not attempt to move closer to the woman, not yet. It would work best to lull her into a false sense of security before he struck. |
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| Shaundra Firmoon | Mon Sep 26, 2011 1:57 am Post #5 |
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When she saw that she actually was not alone, she looked like she expected him to be there, as if she had known that he was following her the whole time... as if, she wanted him to step into the alleyway. She spread her hands and fingers apart suddenly, making the flame disappear into light smoke, and then carefully stepped toward the stranger who was dressed up like he was part of the circus. His tumble seemed well-practiced, too, but she didn’t decide to comment on that. Instead, she stopped once they were a few feet apart, and created another orange flaming ball. This time it looked more like a teardrop than a ball. She didn’t respond to his greeting, because she never made friends at first sight. This man must have lost his marbles to be thinking that she would consider him a friend. For all he knew, she could set him on fire, and continue to light up his clothing each time he managed to get the fire put out. However, she wasn’t like that. She always had these thoughts, but never put them to action. It was unfortunate, in most cases, because she believed that the majority of people in this world actually deserved some torture.... to some extent... “I am not doing any sort of particular trick, stranger.” She told him, her voice calm and collected. “I am simply trying to expand my abilities.” She then raised the teardrop higher into the air, and moved one hand up as if to slice through it. Every movement that she made was swift and calm. Way before her hand reached the fire, it split into two and then formed two smaller teardrop shapes. These smaller shapes of bright orange flame were then moved to each side of her so that they could see each other fairly well. “Why do you ask?” she raised an eyebrow at him, and then stepped around him until she had the brick wall right behind her, bringing one of the teardrop flames with her while the other hovered in the air beside the stranger. “Does your curiosity need some satisfaction?” she wondered, and then raised her hand up to the teardrop that was in front of her, splitting it into two. However, instead of allowing it to settle into separate flames, she slowly willed the flames to ease up into small strings, which she would shape randomly around her, but far enough away from her so that her clothing would not catch fire while she waited for his response. |
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| Seele | Mon Sep 26, 2011 10:28 pm Post #6 |
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Seele forced himself to keep the wide, friendly smile on his face despite the woman's obvious suspicion. It would not do for his little gambit to be exposed so quickly. She seemed to be much more intelligent than he first guessed, keeping her distance from him and revealing almost no information about herself. Her caution would only make the game more exciting; it was no entertainment at all to manipulate a fool. "Gehrin's the name, and I happen to be a part of a circus troupe! We collect men and women of every size and description to fill our ranks!" He reached into his tunic, pulling a pair of razor-sharp knives from the sheathes at his hips. He twirled them nimbly, the metal flashing in the soft light of the lanterns. "I'm actually in charge of recruitment! We need a new pyromaniac after our last one burned out, if you catch my drift." He laughed again, flipping the daggers up out of his hands into a simple juggler's pattern. Although juggling two items at once was no true feat, Seele had another trick up his sleeve to up the ante. As the blades arced through the air he tapped into his magical resources once more, casting a spell that was completely different in effect. Oloth nindel zhah Chath, vaq' ussta sarol. Shadowy Weapon! The knives suddenly bloomed into flames, obsidian fire flickering along their length as he tossed them through the air. Seele continued the charade for a moment before acting the enchantments that infused the weapons and allowed them to move on their own. Huginn! Muginn! At the silent command the dual knives began to orbit his body like miniature moons, spinning so quickly they were just a blur of flashing metal and ebony flames. Seele crossed his arms and laughed deeply, beaming at the woman. "I'm the master of jugglers, so I can't hire you if that's your dream job, but otherwise we'd love to add ya to the ranks!" The sorcerer clapped his hands canceling out the dancing enchantment so that the knives fell into his open hands. With a thought he banished the fire dancing over the weapons, sheathing them flamboyantly. "Whattaya say, miss? Everyone needs a nice pouch of gold in their pocket in today's economy!" He bowed to her theatrically, the smile never leaving his features. If she accepted his offer this would be even easier than he had planned, a thoroughly disappointed endeavor. Although her pyrokinesis was an interesting trait, it would ultimately prove useless against his own arsenal of shadowy sorceries. However, he could tell by the light of the flickering flames that he had chosen an appropriate cretin for his trap. Her attractiveness would fetch a fine price on the auction block, especially if he managed to disable her without doing too much damage to her facial features. Despite the cruelty of his thoughts the elf kept a amiable smile on his lips, no hint of his true intentions evident in his demeanor or bearing. |
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| Shaundra Firmoon | Fri Sep 30, 2011 6:15 am Post #7 |
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She watched him calmly, almost amused by his efforts in trying to get her to go with him to this... circus. She enjoyed watching him engulf his knives in flame as he juggled them, making them dance around his body so quickly that they were just a blur. “No, sir, I am no juggler. My profession would be more along the lines of what you might call a dancer.” She told him, raising an eyebrow as he stopped the black flames and sheathed the knives so swiftly. It was different that he used clapping to make the knives stop dancing around him, but she wouldn’t say anything about that. She didn’t want to be rude to somebody who seemed so kind. “Gold is always nice, yes.” She smiled at him softly, obviously thinking about whether or not she should go with him. Never moving her gaze off of him, she shifted her weight to one foot and willed her flames back into a single ball. The fireball was about the size of a mouse, but when she blew on the flame, it went out easily like a candle, leaving nothing but a puff of smoke. “Let's say I were to actually accept your offer... What's in it for you?” she asked, curious to see what his response would be. She wasn’t entirely sure what answer she was looking for, but all she cared about was his reaction to the question itself. She couldn’t help but go back to when he mentioned something about their previous pyromaniac. She was certainly no maniac, but she thought that if you could control the flames, could you not stop them from burning you alive? She could only guess that that was what he meant by that. A thoughtful expression upon her face, and her arms now relaxed at her sides, she also thought that he meant the previous pyromaniac simply lost interest, or nobody found him interesting anymore, which would only be a good reason if he did the exact same tricks in the exact same order all the time. With this confusion, she couldn’t help but wonder if there was even a pyromaniac in their ranks at all... |
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| Seele | Sat Oct 1, 2011 5:17 pm Post #8 |
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Seele smiled openly, hoping she would mistake the expression for friendliness when it was actually a sort of covetous greed. A dancer would fetch an even higher price in the auction, although her affinity with fire was a nuisance that could lead to the injury of a client. Still, so long as he made them aware of the danger the men who utilized his services should have no reason to blame him for any fire-related injuries they accrued. He could already tell that this was going to be a worthwhile prey. Now to close the trap entirely so that he could safely clasp her in fetters. "A dancer! Even better! We serve to entertain men, women, and children of all ages! Your skills would be a wonderful addition to our troupe!" The disguised elf clapped his hands together loudly, his eyes sparkling. "As for us, any additional member increases our profits! The novelty of a new performer will draw the crowds like flies to honey, and ticket sales are how we make our living!" The sorcerer began to draw upon his magical talents once more as he spoke, a tendril of power that would allow him to cast one of the first spells he had learned on Imythess and one of the most useful. He carefully manipulated the thread of magic to the proper conformation, mentally reciting the incantation that would build the necessary fuel for the spell. Oloth nindel zhah Isto, mylthar l' ssussun. He felt a surge of ecstasy pulse through his veins at the end of the silent chant, but did not release the magic yet. "If you're interested, I can take you back to the tent and we can discuss the details of employment with us. May I ask your name?" He slipped his hands into the pockets of his leggings, still smiling broadly. Globe of Darkness Due to his skill with magic, no sound or movement accompanied the casting of the spell. A marble-sized speck of pure blackness appeared just above the woman's head. In an instant it began to rapidly expand, gobbling up the space around it until it was a sphere ten feet in diameter, so wide it obscured the entire alleyway. Seele smiled slightly, the edge of the blackness mere inches from his face. The woman had kept her distance from him, but that had simply made it easier to blind her without affecting himself. Still, there was a panicked edge to his voice when he cried out, the syllables wavering as if he were truly afraid. "Miss! What happened! I can't see anything!" Now the fun part can begin... |
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| Shaundra Firmoon | Sun Oct 2, 2011 9:11 am Post #9 |
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Whether there was a pyromaniac in their ranks, or if there were any ranks of any sort, she was still having trouble deciding. She did want to make some money, but her stubbornness was getting in the way, it seemed. Soon enough, she would push what she saw as stubbornness aside, and agree to go with him. She was a bit surprised at how happy he was to know that she was a dancer. She never got such a positive response before, but that could also be because this man was actually looking to hire her talent. As for his reaction to her question, she didn’t seem worried by it. By all means of testing suspicion, he passed with flying colours. She also supposed that she was just being paranoid, but it never hurt to be extra careful. She didn’t have any way of being able to tell who she really can or cannot trust in this city, so she wanted to make sure that she was making the right decision. She considered him for a moment when he offered to bring her back to the tent to discuss employment details, and finally said, “Well, I see no harm in that. I’m glad to hear that you’re interested in bringing me aboard. My-“ she stopped herself as her vision suddenly became dark. It was even darker than just having her eyes closed, so she knew something was going on. She heard the man’s frightened voice, but didn’t say anything back right away. She leaned up against the wall to make sure that she wouldn’t fall over, or nothing could sneak up from behind her, and said “I don’t know what happened, Gehrin. Perhaps you would know better than me?” she asked, having a surprisingly calm voice. Apparently she did not fear darkness. She tried to spark up a flame to get some light back into the alley, but she couldn’t even see her flame. She wondered if she was even successful with creating the flame at all. She then started to think that somebody had cast some sort of spell to make the complete darkness because even if all the lanterns burnt out, there would have been a more gradual fade, instead of the darkness coming so suddenly like it had just now. She refrained from revealing her name for now, and simply asked calmly, “Where are you standing?” she moved away a little bit from the wall, but kept one hand on the wall to make sure that she didn’t lose her place. A voice in the back of her mind made her begin to worry that the ground from under her feet might disappear as well, if she moved around too much. So, she remained where she was, and listened for his response. She figured that most people would panic and ask if he was ok; however his well-being never crossed her mind, nor was she ever going to care. She was not emotionally attached to him, and she planned on keeping it that way. |
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| Seele | Tue Oct 4, 2011 9:49 pm Post #10 |
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Seele's smile grew. Thankfully, the woman did not appear to have natural or physical talents that allowed her gaze to pierce through magical darkness. That would make the game even easier to manipulate. Adding a fearful quaver to his words, the elf cried out once more. "Miss! Stand still! There's someone else here!" The sorcerer stepped back from the sphere of perfect darkness, his forehead wrinkling in concentration as he manipulated the illusion spell. At the moment, he was only using it to alter his own physical appearance, but it could accomplish so much more. He twisted his fingers in mid-air, sending a wave of new magical runes flying through the air. When he clenched his hand into a fist the magic made a loud squelch!, an unpleasant noise that was accompanied by the sound of liquid spattering ona surface. Seele nodded and contorted his fingers once more, taking a step back. For a moment his image blurred, and then there appeared to be two of the sorcerer, one in his motley guise and the other in his more normal attire. The elf leaned forward and ran a finger along the juggler’s throat, the motion leaving a deep red gash that oozed blood. He nodded and the image of the juggler collapse in a heap, blood pooling underneath the intangible form and spraying the walls nearby. All in all, it looked exactly as if some unseen force had slit the fool’s throat and left him to die in the alleyway. Seele had to fight the temptation to laugh and stepped into an alcove next to the illusion, forcing his entire body to go still. He did not even seem to be breathing from how still the elf was standing. After a moment he faded into the shadows of the alcove, disappearing entirely. Until he moved or some manner of light was shone into the space the sorcerer would effectively be invisible. With a thought he banished the globe of darkness spell, revealing the grisly scene that he had designed. The clown’s flesh seemed wan and pale from blood loss, and viscera and gore freckled the nearby walls and stained the cobbles. The elf gleefully watched the woman’s expression in order to catch even the tiniest flash of horror or fear, emotions that tasted as sweet as any delicacy to the malevolent slaver. The sorcerer shut his eyes in concentration s he pumped more power into the illusion spell. This time a disembodied voice began to speak, each syllable as loud and harsh as steel grating together. ”Despair, mortal… I have killed the fool and you will be next!” Seele opened his eyes a mere slit and peered at the female he was already considering his newest acquisition. Hopefully the dreadful scene would drain the last trace of resistance from her and allow for an easy collection. However, if she was made of sterner stuff than she appeared, he would be forced to take a more hands-on approach. |
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| Shaundra Firmoon | Sat Oct 8, 2011 11:33 am Post #11 |
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When he cried out again, her heart started to race. It was not very often that she got nervous or frightened, but when she did, the emotions hit her like a slap in the face. She stood against the wall again, but didn’t lean against it. Now she feared that the wall would disappear from behind her, so she only kept the tips of her fingers against the wall to make sure that she stood still. She held her breath when she heard something like a body collapse onto the ground. When the darkness let up and she could see again, her eyes fell onto the dead body and the blood that was spread everywhere. She didn’t make as much as a gasp at the sight, but by her facial expression, it was obvious that she was now concerned for her own safety. She jumped when the voice spoke, knowing that it was time for her to leave this city. She took a deep breath in and released it slowly as she looked around the alleyway, not seeing anybody now. Even that annoying juggler was gone. It was a shame that she wouldn’t get to see if he was telling the truth about it or not. She knew that a circus would be a big opportunity for her, but at the same time, she wanted to make sure that she wasn’t going to get herself into any trouble. As it turned out, she was about to get into trouble for not going with him. Strange how that worked out. She didn’t want to stick around to see when the darkness would come back, if it was going to come back, so she carefully made her way out of the alley, tiptoeing silently. She stepped around the body, but her eyes were not glued to the body. With a hand on the hilt of her Sarilyn Blade, she scanned the alley way once more, and then kept her eyes on the opening to where it led out to the street. If anything was going to jump at her, she was sure that it was going to be from there. She was also unaware of the alcove, so she’d probably walk right by it without ever knowing. |
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| Seele | Sun Oct 9, 2011 2:35 am Post #12 |
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The expression on the woman's face was priceless. There were traces of fear and confusion there, although they were mainly hidden a gleam of self-preservation. Seele watched with a grin as she cautiously stepped away from the wall, staring at the illusionary corpse of the juggler and edging towards the mouth of the alleyway. She was not so much a fool as he had thought; if the woman had panicked and tried to run away it would have made his task that much easier. As it was, he would have to wait for her to pass his hiding place before striking. Although bothersome, this also gave him more time to prepare his next move. It would be a simple matter to kill her and leave her corpse in the alleyway to rot, and for a moment Seele felt an overpowering urge to do just that. He suppressed the bloodlust with some difficulty. Years of thralldom to a Kyton demon had left the sorcerer with a psychotic streak, a madness that was effective for instilling fear but little else. It was so much entertaining to manipulate the world around him from the shadows than to wade through pools of blood and leave smoking wreckage in his wake. The added difficulty made it all the more enjoyable. With the sudden mania repressed, the elf watched his prey draw closer and closer. Once the dancer had passed the alleyway Seele stepped out of the shadowy alcove, his eyes gleaming malevolently. She had not even noticed the small indentation in the wall, and he had trained himself to not make any sound when moving. He waited until the woman had almost reached the mouth of the alleyway before choosing to make a sound, his words possessing the merest trace of an accent that lent a musical quality to the words. There was no mistaking the amusement in his tone, nor the malevolence. "That will be quite far enough." As soon as the last syllable had left his mouth Seele raised one hand, tendrils of black energy crackling through his golden irises. The spell he had prepared was a simple one, although there was no denying its effectiveness. Oloth nindel zhah Elghinn, vaq' ussta ogglinn. Black Bolt! Negative power gathered at the elf's fingertips, forming a small droplet of sizzling obsidian energy. With a loud crack! the spell shot towards the woman's knee in a jet of sparking and hissing power. Although the spell would not do any physical damage to her body, it had been specifically tailored to cause pain in living creatures. |
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| Shaundra Firmoon | Tue Oct 11, 2011 4:46 pm Post #13 |
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Just as she thought she was in the clear to get out of this horrid place, she heard a voice. She jumped and stopped in her tracks when she heard the juggler’s voice again. This time though, he didn’t sound happy at all. She couldn’t see the black tendrils of magic very well, but she could tell that he was up to something. She stepped back as the magic started to sizzle. She didn’t like things that sizzled, unless it was her own fire from her create spark spell. When the energy was shot at her, it was too fast for her to dodge completely. Her first reaction was to step backwards, but that wasn’t about to save her from his attack. She felt the energy hit her, and she could tell that it was supposed to cause pain from the feeling that her leg was being squeezed with pure pressure. “Whoa whoa whoa!!!!!” she yelled, looking down at her knee to see if there was any physical damage. “What is this? You need to make up your mind, stranger! Do you want a fight, or do you want to work with me? It’s one or the other!!!” She was more afraid of the sizzling energy because she didn’t fully understand what it would do to her. She didn’t show any signs of being in pain but she was obviously worried for her own well-being. She didn’t know of any fancy spells like he did, because she practiced more in fighting with her sword than with magic. She stood up straight and looked up at him again, satisfied that the energy was not physically harming her, from what she could tell just by glancing. She moved further away from him, now going to the opposite side of the alley to attempt escape. She was limping, however. Even though she couldn’t feel the pain, it still affected her body and muscles in such ways that pain and numbness would. Her leg was much weaker now, so she wouldn’t be able to run or jump over obstacles without eventually falling. If the ‘pain’ became any more intense, she was sure that her leg would give out. “I’ve done nothing to deserve this treatment!” she said to him, tripping over the dead body because her eyes were locked on the juggler. She was thinking now though, that he wasn’t actually a juggler. Perhaps something more like a mercenary, or some crazy guy that’s just out looking for fights. She caught her balance with her good leg, having to look away from the man momentarily so that she could see where to step. When she recovered from the trip, she reached over her shoulder to grab at her longsword. At least this way, she could stop him from getting too close... maybe. |
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| Seele | Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:05 am Post #14 |
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Seele laughed softly, the gleeful sound dripping with venom as he stepped into the alleyway. Sparks of obsidian energy curled around his frame, crackling along his skin and reflecting in the golden depths of his eyes. He had expected the pain of the black bolt spell to completely incapacitate her, but she seemed almost impervious to the pain caused by the spell. An annoyance, nothing more; he had more than enough power to force this woman to submit to his power. "You must forgive me for the deception little one... You will work for me. Your agreement with the arrangement is not required." Instead of succumbing to terror she managed to retreat a few hasty steps from the sorcerer, one hand going to a sword sheathed along her back. He had somehow missed the weapon before. If the slaver had noticed it at first he might have gone after easier prey, but he had already committed to capturing this woman. It would not do for rumors to spread about his operations being ineffective. "Please. You insult me by resisting." The elf reached within his cloak, wrapping his fingers around the shaft of his signature weapon. The entire scythe seemed to be crafted out of metal, so dark it almost seemed to be forges of solid shadows. Runes had been carved along the length of the curved blade that shimmered oddly, and when he spun the weapon it was accompanied by an unearthly hum and a blue afterglow. Thanatos was a weapon as unholy as Seele himself, and its dread blade could pierce even incorporeal enemies. The sorcerer raised the scythe, holding it in both hands and watching the woman. He parted his lips in a feral smile, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Drop your weapons and submit to me. It would be such a shame to have to cut that pretty face..." After all, her value to the slaver would effectively be ruined if he mangled her body too much while capturing her. Seele trusted that he would be able to restrain himself, although there was always a chance he would lose control and kill her outright. Still, she was not displaying the amount of fear he would expect in this situation, a fact that was ruining the entertainment value of this endeavor. That matter, at least, can be easily remedied. The elf began another spell, although this time he cast it without the smallest movement or softest sound. Oloth nindel zhah Treemma, vaq' ninta quortek. Cause Fear. An invisible aura spread through the air like a miasma, a supernatural presence that would fill anyone who saw the shadow sorcerer with dread. A terrified individual was far less likely to make an idiotic decision to fight the elf, which might accidentally lead to her demise. |
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| Shaundra Firmoon | Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:14 am Post #15 |
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She let go of her longsword, leaving it in its sheath, and raised her hands to show they were empty, “Well, if I don’t have a choice, then I’d might as well agree to work with you, right?” she wondered, doing her best to keep calm. However, her best efforts were washed away when he withdrew his scythe. Her eyes followed the weapon everywhere it went, and she couldn’t help but stand still. She didn’t feel like moving anywhere, or saying anything. It was almost as if she were... panicking...? She would have found it amusing that she wasn’t sure what she was feeling right now, if she weren’t feeling so frozen in time. All she wanted to do was make sure that he didn’t touch her with that thing. “Oh... I’m sorry... I didn’t realize how badly you wanted me to work with you...” she managed to say with a shaky voice. She tried to clear her throat so that her voice wouldn’t be so shaky, but when she spoke again, she knew she failed miserably. “You shouldn’t have to cut anything up, sir.” She said, not realizing how badly she wanted him to be nice to her now. She much preferred him acting like a jester. She tried to control her breathing, but then she found that her panicking only intensified and her voice became a high-pitched begging tone “Please don’t attack me with that thing, it’s really not how I envisioned my death. Do you really need to go to such measures to try to get me to work with you? Because I really don’t think it’s necessary to whip out that big of a blade just to scare me, because if you wanted to scare me it’s working really well.” She took a deep breath, and stopped herself from talking any further. She didn’t want to look like a complete idiot. One minute she was calm and collected, but in the next minute, she was ready to drop onto her back with her paws in the air to see if that would make this man any happier. It didn’t make much sense to her, since she had tried her best to keep herself sensible. Maybe she had reached her breaking point? Maybe her mind couldn’t take hiding fear anymore? Maybe she just needed to let go of trying to be the strong woman that she wasn’t... You’re a scaredy cat, scaredy cat. Your bark is bigger than your bite, scaredy cat. Whatever the case, she had to make sure that she survived this little experience. She didn’t understand why this man wanted her to work with him so badly, but she would surely do whatever was needed in order to live. She wasn’t worried about feeling any pain, seeing as that was not something she has ever had to worry about in her life; it was the possibility of losing her limbs, or getting cut up into something that looked horrifying. She wasn’t sure how long it would take to recover from something like that. Shapeshifting aided in a great deal of healing, but the scars would be left on her skin for eternity... |
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