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| Topic Started: Wed Dec 7, 2011 6:26 am (262 Views) | |
| J'hael | Wed Dec 7, 2011 6:26 am Post #1 |
 
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Gazing out at the spotless sea, J'hael T'tar was debating with herself about how to get out of her bonds. She had been tied up, on her back, with her arms wrapped behind her and her boots bound together. There was practically no room to move her arms about although she could roll around all day long and not get anywhere except a face full of sand. So she stayed perfectly still, thinking. The sun beat down on her and with her cloak still wrapped tightly around her, with the hood covering her face, she felt like she were suffocating. She could not imagine a more uncomfortable position in all of her one hundred and three years of life. She had no spells to remove herself from her binding and no hidden daggers to cut herself free. At this point, she would have settled for a cyanide pill just to end the misery because she had no intention of drowning. Next to being buried alive, she could not imagine a more horrendous death then drowning. The pirates that had bound her and left her to drown had taken everything from her except the things she had hidden like the few gold coins she had concealed in her boots. Her sword lay shortly without reach, to taunt her. But she knew the more she tried to move towards it, the deeper she sunk into the already wet sand. She was slowly making her own grave. The water had already reached an uncomfortable level and she knew before the night was over, she would be dead. Glancing around, she saw no sign of life except for the crabs curiously poking their heads from the sand and the seagulls circling her spot. They were calling out to one another, surely looking for a meal. She knew they would probably congregate on her once she had drowned, pecking her for food, which she had none. This thought immediately conjured another; The fact the she had no water and the sea water was looking increasingly delicious. She licked her dry, cracked lips and tried to gauge, by the sun, how long she had been lying there. Unfortunately, she was not good with time, only battling which had been of no use in this situation. She had easily been taken by the pirates and laughed at when she tried to threaten them. They had pulled their life boat onto shore to dispose of her once they had realized she had infiltrated their ranks. It did not help that she was a woman and half drow at that. Her bright silver eyes had received unwanted attention even though the member of the stolen ship varied extremely in race and species. Two thoughts helped her through the unfortunate events that had befallen. One, that the pirates had not thought to gag her. This would not only bring more discomfort, but she could yell her lungs out in hope someone would cut her lose. She could even pay them if her gratitude were not enough. And two, the sweet dream of revenge. She opened her mouth and let out the loudest, most blood curdling scream she could muster. She continued for a full three minutes until her voice was cracking with the need for water. She licked her lips, but could not produce sufficient saliva. She tried to scream again, but it only came out as a croak. Damn, she thought. Edited by J'hael, Wed Dec 7, 2011 6:38 am.
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| Spectre | Wed Dec 7, 2011 10:41 am Post #2 |
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Spectre had recently finished one of his contracts. Though the definition of recent may be used a bit loosely in this situation, for it happened more than a day ago. Hidden within his cloak he held proof of his kill so that he might deliver it to the person who had hired him, yet that could surely wait for whatever reason he was out and by the water. Though one could spend so long trying to speculate why a deadly assassin would stand by the ocean's side, the answer was quite simple... He liked to hear the waves wash upon the sand... Nothing more, nothing less... IT brought his mind peace. He let the sun warm his cloak and the ocean breeze work its way to cool him off, his face well-hidden from the world as if there might be anybody who would actually wish to see who he was anywhere near. This place seemed to be otherwise secluded, no souls for miles around as far as he could tell, a perfect spot to do little more than rest. He reflected on the kill he had made, the quick slip of his blade into the back of his target's neck as he slept soundly in a second-story room. He didn't feel a thing, it was a merciful kill and one rather odd at that. The man's own truly loving wife had ordered the hit, an elderly woman who had risked her very life to finding somebody with the appropriate skill... He wasn't anything malicious at all, her husband was sickly, and that was something which Spectre learned on his own when he made the kill. He could hear it in the old man's voice, the abnormal breathing pattern, the wheezing. His life was difficult in the waking world, but to pass in the dreaming one... Spectre wished that he might find peace there and understanding of why it had happened... It was his time, and surely his wife would be in mourning. So why would Spectre take proof of demise when the one who ordered the killing would so clearly know when she awoke? Spectre pulled the proof from his cloak, a bit of what hair the old man had left on his head, and let the ocean breeze carry it away. No matter the contract, Spectre's code was to take proof of death, even if none was needed. He paused from his ritual as he heard the shoutings of a woman, bloodcurdling screams, but he didn't care for the moment, waiting for them to die down before he would investigate, setting off with a sigh. His dark form moved across the beach, listening in on the sounds around him and what happened to them, echolocation which allowed him to stop just half a yard from the woman in the sand before he would crouch down, a hollow and distant sounding voice coming from beneath his hood. "The tide's coming in." He would say simply, his voice shallow and hollow sounding, like that one might expect from a true spectre of Death, seeming to look at her face, though this was clearly not true by the fact he was blind, "You had better explain fast why I should help you." It was his offer of help, whatever might be wrong with this woman, it was clear she was not happy with it... Spectre assumed she might have been bound and left for dead in a rather creative way. Edited by Spectre, Wed Dec 7, 2011 11:06 am.
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| J'hael | Wed Dec 7, 2011 11:15 am Post #3 |
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She did not see the figure coming towards her because she was still busy contemplating. She did not think anyone had heard her screams and was ready to give in. This was not the way she wished to die, and for no reason at all. She had not stolen anything except a short passage that was supposed to take her to her next mercenary job. But instead she'd landed herself here in this predicament. It was actually rather amusing. Well it would be if she were not still tied up. Then the figure was there, crouching above her. She looked at him with suspicion since he did not immediately free her. She knew this probably meant he wanted something or he was of evil quality and wished to stand there and watch her drown. Or perhaps he would just leave her be, thinking she had done something to deserve such punishment. He spoke a few simple words ones that she had already guessed at. If she had the energy, she would have told him to stick it, but she truly needed his help. At least she thought at that moment she would take anyone's help. She knew he must have already spotted her sword so close by. He could truly do what he wanted with her. But she did hope that he would not steal her favorite sword. It was really her only sword at the moment and it was pretty cheap at that. But she did not have the gold to be picky. "You should free me because I have a few gold hidden. But you will not find it unless you free me. Besides it will do you no harm to unbind me and if you believe in karma..." She tried to get a better look at his face to figure out what he was, but his cloaked completely covered it. This frightened her slightly. He could be anything or anyone. Did she truly want help from such a creature and have to owe him? What if he were to want her soul? He looked to her almost as if he were a reaper, but such silly superstitions were not going to help her at the moment. Oddly enough, she could smell a fresh kill coming off him. She knew it was not just body odor. That made her more frightened than before. Maybe it would have been more merciful to drown than face death at the hands of this creature.. |
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| Spectre | Wed Dec 7, 2011 11:36 am Post #4 |
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Spectre listened to her plea for help, a weak argument at best for her freedom, and he held no physical interest in her, for he could not hear how she looked. A sigh passed from beneath the shadows of his hood as he stood tall, rolling his neck a bit upon his shoulders as he thought her words over. All she had to offer him were a few coins and some good karma? Those could go so easily nowhere in the world of Chaon, let alone the continent of Imythess. "Do I seem the sort to care about karma?" He asked, a very blatant question as he turned away from her, his darkly gloved hands grasping each other behind his back as he seemed to begin to walk off, considering his options in the matter. Surely since neither the gold or promise of good fortune could come about in his favor, he played with the idea of this woman owing him a favor. For her to be little more than tied up and left to die in such a manner, surely she was beyond that of a typical specimen of the female creature. "How are you at fighting?" Spectre asked, stopping a few yards away from her, turning his head just slightly so that he could listen for her response with one ear while still listening to the sound of the waves coming in, a bit further down the beach each time. The waves were so tranquil... Perhaps he would leave in his will that when he died he wished to be buried at sea, to let the cool waters overtake him into a muffled and eternally peaceful abyss... To allow the true spectre of death to overtake his mortal coil and deliver his soul whereever it wad deemed fit to reside for the rest of eternity. He was an assassin truly at peace with the idea of his own demise. He found no point in fearing what he brought to so many people so often. To do so would be to do little more than a load of hypocritcal nonsense on his part. He couldn't comprehend those he had faced, so to speak, who attacked him and then feared their own demise when he bested them. For their foolishness, he took from them what they seemed to cherish the most, their very beating hearts. A bloody mess he could tell from the wetness that often penetrated his cloak's defenses, but nothing to be concerned with. And then, inevitably, the thought graced his dark mind, would this woman dare try to lash out at him upon her freedom being reached? Would he have to kill her so soon after releasing her from whatever bound her to the beach? It would be interesting to learn, he believed, and if it came down to it he would act without second thought in the matter. Even if she could see him plain as day, he would not allow himself to lose the element of his skill. Surprise and a swift blade. |
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| J'hael | Thu Dec 8, 2011 9:57 pm Post #5 |
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Bearing an unfriendly frown, J'hael replied to the insulting question. "When it comes to battle, none other is as well trained and viciously as myself. If your plan is to insult me while watching my death, I wish you to leave. It would be a last wish of sorts since the sky is darkening and this salty water has already reached my mouth." The sea chose that second to fill her mouth and she sputtered and coughed it back out. She had to raise her head up and lean towards the side to release the fluid from her mouth. She took deep, gratifying breathes and laid her head back into the water and glanced up into the deepening sky. The sky was was covered in brilliant colors of pink and purple intertwining around clouds that were also darkening. It looked like a storm was brewing and the air was full of electricity. She could also smell the rain heavy in the air with anticipation. If it were to rain, she would lose time faster than she had hoped. It were as if the Gods themselves were laughing at her. A quick thought came to her. The only thing she knew that might tempt the creature into freeing her. "The pirates that placed me in this precarious position have a stolen ship. They have filled the hulls full of their acquired booty. They have gold, jewels, and weapons that you have never laid eyes on before. There is rumor of a sword. It is simply called the Lightning Blade. It is said to be able to hold the very power of the Gods and can be used to cast down your enemy with lightning. It is charged with power like you have never witnessed before." She looked over at him, turning her head to watch him. "Amending that last statement, it is possible that you have seen such a thing, but I have not." She put her head back down, her dark hair spreading out among the water. She was exhausted and knew she would not be able to speak out longer if she did not receive clean water. The very thought of icy cold, fresh water made her head ache and her tongue stick to the roof of her mouth. If he chose to deny this last effort, then she would ignore him and allow herself to drown. She would not let the Gods take away her time. She would chose that moment herself. |
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| Spectre | Fri Dec 9, 2011 12:57 am Post #6 |
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Spectre smiled lightly to himself, nodding just a bit to her snappy response. This woman was quite spirited, indeed... Perhaps it was what ended her up in this circumstance, awaiting a slow death, waiting for the tide to bring her away into the cool depths of eternal slumber. "I meant no insult by my words... Merely asking for I do not know who you are." He said when she had finished sputtering the water from her throat, his words never dropping that deathly sound, they never did. Already the answer to this situation was becoming clear to him. If this woman was as skilled with her sword as she was sharp with her tongue, then no doubt she could become a useful ally or distraction in the future. Once more, Spectre would not to himself before turning around once more, upon the hell of his boot as he would approach her again, taking a knee by her side, listening closely and acting intrigued by her words of the pirates' treasure and their magical sword. And to these words, Spectre would bring his hand to his chin, the digits of his extremity seeming to vanish into the shadow. "Quite interesting... A magic sword, its powers gifted by the gods?" He acted for a moment as if he were thinking on the matter, though he required no thought upon it, "As much as its kind, then... For there are many swords imbued with the power of lightning, fully capable of striking down all foes that lie before the wielder." He would add, his voice unwavering with his words, sounding dead serious. "I'll allow you a deal, however..." He began, one hand to slip through the wet sand to place beneath her back, the other upon her shoulder to keep her steady and above another oncoming wave, "I will free you... And this will count as a favor you shall owe which I will, of course, no doubt collect upon one day... I believe that it is a small price for you to pay for your life to be spared from a shallow watery grave, don't you?" He believed his offer to sound quite a deal better, for he held the upper hand in this situation, her apparent final hope for survival. It seemed humorous in an ironic fashion to the assassin. The one who was quite so often associated with the visage of death, the spectre of one's own demise was here to save a life for a cost that may prove to be quite low. It all depended on just what he may need when the time came which he felt appropriate to use the favor he would gain from saving her life... Alternatively he could just lie her back down in the water to drown... Though even for him, he most likely would not take her life without a price attached. Despite his reputation, Spectre was no cruel being beneath that dark and grimly look. In the end he was little more than a worker, simply doing what he must to pay bills and such. |
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| J'hael | Fri Dec 9, 2011 2:59 am Post #7 |
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The moment the creature touched her, J'haal's breath stopped. She tried to look into his eyes and found she could not see them. In fact, she could not see anything. She suddenly felt a flutter of fear quiver down her spine and settle into her stomach. She had been too busy trying to convince this..thing to free her that she had payed no attention to what she was speaking to. After this realization came another. She was afraid to owe this being. What if he wanted her very soul? He looked like death himself, or so she thought. She could not actually be sure what he looked like. It was just a tall shadow. What could he possibly want from her and what was he doing here? Maybe she truly was already dead and he was here to deliver her soul. As that thought hit, she started screaming. "Do not touch me! I will not go with you! I deserve to live. Leave me alone! Leave me here you..evil..thing!" She realized he had not actually released her from her bonds yet but he held her up out of the water enough that she was not drowning. This was the only thing that kept her from panicking and accidentally swallowing the harsh sea water. "Are you death? Have you come to take me away?" She stared up, her eyes bloodshot from the salty water. She had to shut them as tears leaked out. She needed to wipe them severely. She was in pure misery and wished she had at least waited until he had freed her to start trying to escape. She was not even sure what she was trying to escape from. The day had just worn upon her and her fear of death had finally made her burst. Edited by J'hael, Fri Dec 9, 2011 4:51 am.
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| Spectre | Fri Dec 9, 2011 6:09 am Post #8 |
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Though he made no sound to the woman's protesting, the assassin found it quite amusing, for her to claim him as being an evil creature, surely there were many people which knew of this assassin that believed the very same thing, even those who had not heard utterance of his existence would probably believe it. He was no evil thing, simply a creature which did what it was paid to do. He slipped into an area quietly, when his target would be at its most vulnerable and appeared from the shadows to finalize the life that he was paid to take. For an assassin to the ability of Spectre, there was no chance to try paying him off before death... Those he killed rarely saw the Spectre of their own demise, and that is how he preferred it, not to some poetic nonsense related to his own blindnedd, but of maximizing his anonymity. Even this interaction was more than he was accustomed to, yet he would not let that show. It was when the woman asked if he were death which he could no longer contain his amusement, a slight hollow sounding chuckle escaping from the pitch black shadows his hood cast over his face. To be referred to as Death, itself, he found it to be in a good bit of humor and a great compliment to his work. "I have been called that many times, before." He admitted, recalling the few times that their had been witnesses to his form after they discovered a body, "Yet I am not here to take your soul. I am here offering you life not death, and for something so simple... a favor." He reiterated, "Something which could be as simple as delivering a message or as dangerous as risking your own life once more, though I can promise you that by that time the odds would be greater in your favor than your current perdicament." Though it might not be for a long time, Spectre always collected on his debts, and always repaid those which he owed in full. And the he spoke were true, he could ask little to nothing of her, or that she distract a group so that he may make a kill. Though at the same time that these thoughts ran through his head, he could not help but question if she truly believed him death, or if she were so lacking in energy that it was what she believed at the time. "So... Do you agree to this, madam?" He would ask one final time, and almost as if on cue a low rolling of thunder would resound off of the waves, forewarning of a coming storm. Though the woman may not realize it, Spectre would not truly leave her there to die, for there would be no sense in it, no coin to grace his hand for such an act. For Spectre, killing was simply his job, and he felt no need to overwork himself with off-duty deaths. |
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| J'hael | Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:40 am Post #9 |
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She contemplated his words. The added thunder added a meanicing layer to everything including, no especially, this dark figure. But she truly had no way out of the death game this time. She was supposed to be adept at escaping but all the teachings had alluded her once she was actually in the position sooner. She knew she should have been taught stealth instead. That would have come in handy. She did the last plausible thing after going through many scenarios, ones to which she all ended up dead in; just in different, more painful ways. "Yes I accept your offer. If you were a demon or death, you would have killed me by now. no doubt. I am simply not worth the trouble to make me suffer. I am not that high up on anyone's list. I was simply an annoyance to the pirates which is why they went to only a mediocre amount of trouble in trying to kill me. Perhaps so it would not be on their hands? I would simply drown myself.A simple solution in case any of the pirates believe in Karma or God." She was positively parched by this last statement and was pretty much panting like a dog, which made it worse. But she was hot, thirsty, and annoyed that she had caused herself to be as yet, unreleased. She was starting to believe her brain had actually cooked in the heat given off by the sun all day. She was sun burnt now and the chilly breeze brought on by the sun falling across the horizon and the moon replacing, was making her more irritable which she thought impossible. She slipped her left shoulder more firmly in his grasp and she tried to rise further up. She wanted to keep an eye on her blade to make sure the waves did not carry it off. She did not think this possible but she was beginning to be unable to think clearly. The healers in town had warned many people to this which they called, sun stroke. She was feeling dizzy and thought she might throw up soon if he did not allow her to changed positions. Of course she would be vomiting only sea water and bile until she could get a nice hot meal and some hot ale. Oddly enough, this thought comforted her. The belief that she might live long enough to do all that again, was overwhelming. "Please sir, just untie my bonds and let us be done with this. I will owe you what ever you ask for then I will no doubt find an alehouse or tavern to hole up in for a few days until I drink this memory right out of my head. What say you?" |
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| Spectre | Mon Dec 12, 2011 10:12 am Post #10 |
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Beneath his hood, hidden within the shadows, the Spectre of many a man's death smiled to himself. No matter what, he would not forget their agreement. A single favor, no more and clearly no less, in exchange for her freedom. A fair trade, no matter what he may one day require from her. For another moment, he thought of laziness and simply cutting her free of her bonds, yet he did not wish to reveal his weapon to a stranger so soon after meeting them. First of things, Spectre would lift the woman into his arms to carry her little more than a couple yards away from the high-tide rise of the water so that she may no longer feel the threat of the cool waters wishing to drown her where she lie. After this, the assassin would sit the woman into the sands before untying her, a simple procedure yet one that a person may find extraordinary if they actually knew that the assassin could not see a thing... However, most believed that he could see that which they could not, he would know when there was a person nearby or hiding behind something, even if they were enshrouded in darkness. Being blind in a world so harsh and deadly as Chaon, the being Spectre had quickly adapted and learned of other ways to know of his surroundings... Ways that were lost upon most people. Sometimes, the assassin would revel in the oxy-moron of life, most people with the gift of sight could often not see even the simplest things before them, yet he, a blind man, could usually see a situation for what it truly was, quite well. It was something which unsettled his business partners quite often, and brought a smile to his enshadowed face. When he was finished untying the woman, he would stand and move away from her, swiftly yet calmly making his way to where her sword would lie, and if she did not rush to pick it up before him he would lift the blade from the sandy ground beneath them, he would hold the blade for a moment and run his free hand over the blade, seeming to admire the sight of its form, but in truth admiring the slight and almost inaudible ring it would hold at his touch before he would walk to the woman, flipping the sword to a reverse grip and offering it back to her. "Never forget, madame, that one day you and your sword will work free of charge for me one day." He would say in his hollow and deathly sounding way, almost forgetting an andendum of formality, "I am referred to in the Dark of Imythess as the Spectre for what should be obvious reasons... It is a pleasure meeting you." The Spectre of many a man's death. A shadow that one might see in the dark before their life was taken from them. Not a sound uttered by target nor assassin. The Spectre of Death was his full title. Not even the dead knew what he looked like. |
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| J'hael | Fri Dec 16, 2011 8:51 am Post #11 |
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Allowing this all of this to occur, J'hael debated over his reason for wanting a simple favor. Knowingly, she felt that this would be no simple trade after all. Regardless of his easy manner, she could clearly see he was not something she had encountered before. She could not even be certain what he was. A shadow among many that were beginning to form as the moon began its ascent towards the heavens. Soon she would not be able to see him clearly and it made her nervous. She needed to understand more about this creature for she worried what he would want from her in the future. Taking her sword back, she held it close to her heart. She knew it would not protect her against such a creature, but she had no other means of protection. She had no magic which she was beginning to understand left her extremely vulnerable. He had the speech of one that had either been taught from books or around the wealthy. That was all the knowledge she was able to gain from him. "It was a..well I am thankful that you rescued me." She eyed him suspiciously, her eyes forming splits. She thought this was something he could not see and she felt like a child trying to hide a secret. But her fear would not leave her and formality would not come to her. "When you need your favor, how will you find me?" She wondered if she could hide from this Spectre, but somehow doubted it. He seemed to have ancient wisdom and knowledge that held no bounds. Any other day, she would laugh at such a thought. But today had been a day of death, saved seemingly by death himself. |
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| Spectre | Fri Dec 16, 2011 11:03 pm Post #12 |
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To have such a prolonged meeting with any sort of creature as he donned the outfit of the Spectre, it was rare that any even got to meet him, let alone meet him and live to tell about it. The assassin often used messengers to transfer his payment and his orders. People blind for he found them to be the only ones smart enough to not try anything, to not run with the money, to not tell where it was they were meeting him, for they could truly never know if he was there, watching from the shadows. They often did not hold the same hubris that those with sight did, they did not feel that they could so easily escape once they made their deal with him. And besides, why would they? For a blind man to make the money which Spectre shared with them was a rarity and quite often set them well for a while, unless they happened to be a bit hedonistic. However what they did with their money was of no concern to the assassin, and those who did spend the money so quickly seemed to be the same which would be so willing to help him. "Trust me, madam, when the time comes there will be no place where you can hide from me." He would say, an almost sinister tone gracing his already deathly sounding voice, the rings of a hollow and distant voice. Some called it an echo of death. He would walk away from her, once more, turning his back as a sort of test, seeing just how much of a risk-taker she might be, if she would try to shirk off the deal and take the opportunity that the assassin was presenting her with. He would stop about two yards away from her, listening to the sounds of the high-tide waves rolling in and upon the sands, they sounded differant than the normal tide's noise, darker and cooler... At least they did to him. Perhaps he was simply crazier than he believed himself to be, perhaps he simply did hear something which he found other to not, it did not matter to him, it was a calming sound. "They call me the Spectre for short..." He would chime, almost in a seemingly random manner, turning just slightly to seem like he were looking over his shoulder, though his hood would clearly block even the shadows that kept his face a mystery, in truth he was listening closer to what she may say to his next set of words, a question, "What is it that they call you?" He would not bring up or respond to her words of thanks, for to him it was simply a matter of very simple ethics. To kill was to be paid, for all killing was to him was a job that he was paid to do. In a world like Chaon, one had to work dangerous and shady jobs on occasion if they wished to survive... In a land like Imythess, there could be no rest for the wicked, and even the most devout of Paladin's even had a sliver of darkness in them. |
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| J'hael | Sun Dec 18, 2011 3:06 am Post #13 |
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She walked closer to him, fear still tickling the in the pit of her stomach. She would follow him for she had no way out of this land. She did not know where she was, but she did not need to tell him this. She could find her way out, if need be. While she did not want to be closer to this creature, she had to get away from this place. She decided she would have to keep her promise. He truly seemed to have a sense of things she could not see nor would want to. She knew he was true to word and would be able to find her. Then he would kill her. She had no doubt about that. In fact, he seemed to be itching to be done with her now. "My name is J'hael T'tar." She held her head high in a sense of bravado. "I am of the drow elves and the humans, combined in what you see before you. I am neither good nor evil. I am a warrior and a mercenary. I find that the best way to live in these times. I will stay true to my promise. I have gained much gold being a mercenary because I am a good one. I am not the best but I am very far from being the worst. I could always be taught more, this is something most people tend to forget. I know not what manner of man you may be, but you saved my life and that is what counts in this moment." She felt pride slip over the fear and combine in a swirl. She could not have stated her presence any better and she felt this speech would bring them closer. She was ready to drop the talk and leave this land, regardless of its beauty. She had had enough of the sea for a long time coming. Just the memory of it would haunt her for years to come. She still needed fresh water and food. Her stomach decided to grumble at that very moment. Her lips were still parched but she was too proud to ask for water. This man had saved her and it was up to her to continue to live. He could not possibly wish to offer her more. Glancing around, she tried to find a source of water. The trees near the beach held coconuts high near the top. These type of were the hardest to climb though and she was exhausted. There were large leaves that held a bit of water on them. She licked her lips in relief as she thought of the cool water dripping down her sore throat. "If you would not mind, I need water. Those leaves there", she pointed, "would be perfect to quench my thirst although the coconuts high in the leaves in those trees would be much better and I would have a little to eat from them too." She sighed. She did not have the strength to break one open anyways. She took one last glance at him and before he could respond, she began the short walk to the forest in front of them. |
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| Spectre | Sun Dec 18, 2011 4:43 am Post #14 |
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The assassin was actually quite interested in her words, allowing them to give him a better idea of what use she may be to him in the future, near or far. He found this woman quite amusing, as well, in how much information she chose to share, and the assassin figured that they may be quite similar in what they did, they were workers. Perhaps she worked to gain a better reputation, but as an assassin, freelance at that, Spectre found himself preferring shadows and whispers as opposed to tales and posters. Some assassins were well known, sure, but Spectre was a shadow, few enough people even knew he existed... And now this woman was one of them, hopefully she would not be a talker of such things, but it did not matter. And of course at the mention of Spectre seeing something, let alone what she was, made him smile beneath his shadows. He cared not for what her lineage was, drow and human, it didn't matter to him if she were part ogre. This woman, J'Hael, seemed to have her head about her, perhaps a bit strong-willed, one might say, but not a bad choice if he ever needed a distraction. "The kind of man I am is a shadow... And I would suggest not thanking me until I call upon that favor, Madam T'Tar." He would utter, finding it best to not mention how pointless her death was, or even to hint that he could not see. Sometimes that worked to his advantage, but even better was for people to be left guessing, to simply assume that he could or could not, power lied in surprise, and Spectre often had the advantage of surprise. He would turn to the direction of the trees, almost seeming to look up at the coconuts, though in reality he was simply centralizing the faint sound he had heard from their shells knocking against the wooden bark of their tall trees. "Do as you wish to get what you need. I will wait to lead you out, after all, surely you must be disoriented after being left to the sun and the sea for so long." He would chuckle lightly, hollow sounding as ever as he would turn away and back towards the ocean waters, listening to the lovely and cool sound of the high tide. "The coconuts ripe for eating are the easiest to free from their nesting spot in the tree, a solid blow to the trunk should be enough to knock them down to eat." He said with the knowledge he had gained from his many visits to the beach, expiramenting with the coconuts. It seemed the older they got the more they solidified, a tasty treat within, as well as some tasty drink born of nature's toil. He kept his ears at attention to the whereabouts of his new companion, however, wondering if she would trust him little enough to leave him as quickly as she could or if she would trust him to leading her to the nearest refuge from the wilderness. Either way, he was a bit confident she might be able to survive on her own if she did choose to leave him without so much as a proper farewell. |
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| J'hael | Sun Dec 18, 2011 8:12 am Post #15 |
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She felt foolish. How could she not have thought to knock against the tree with her sword or heavy rock to get the coconuts down! It was the easiest trick in the book. Now she just had to find a rock large enough. She finally found one that looked heavy enough but she did not have much trouble lifting it. She was a strong woman physically. She heaved the rock against the bark, but it only rattle a little bit and nothing fell. Frustrated, she picked up a large stick and swung it. She did not have the strength to go further when a large coconut fell down. She was pleased with herself until she saw it was bruising and was extremely ripe, possibly making the water not good to drink. Growling and sighing simultaneously, she grabbed another huge branch and beat it against the tree until is broke apart in her hands. Ducking, she tried to run for cover as multiple coconuts flew at her. Unfortunately, she got hit in the head by one and was momentarily back in her watery grave, having never been rescued. Quickly shaking the thoughts from her head, she felt the sore place where she'd been hit. "That's a [removed]." She said to herself. She realized her skull had cracked open one just enough to drink out of. She ran over and held the nut in the air, allowing the water to flow into her mouth. It was the most delicious water she had ever tasted. And it held a ton of water. Her thirst was quenched yet she kept drinking.She knew it was bad to fill yourself on water so she forced herself to stop. Using another rock, she pounded it the rest of the way open. It was full of white nutty meat and it looked very appetizing. She tried to peel it out with her fingers but when that didn't work, she used the end of her blade to cut it into slices, like a water melon. It was delicious. She walked over to where the creature named Spectre sat and offered him a piece. [OOC: Sorry if anything's messed up. I'm so tired I've only got one eye open to type. Night!] |
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