Wyatt
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Post by Wyatt on Sept 17, 2013 23:00:40 GMT
The streets were empty that day,everyone and grabbed them children and hidden inside their homes. no one could blames them, it wasn't everyday a king gets murdered in your town. The drow seemed to be...skinning his victim while is companion stood there in horror. A few claps could be heard from one of the near by roof tops.
“ha-ha, that the most entertainment we've had around here in a while” Leona called out from the roof taking a drink from her flask.
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Perkins
Blackwater Pirate
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Post by Perkins on Sept 17, 2013 23:09:53 GMT
Melda was already in shock, turning away from the sight of a man being skinned alive and being turned into tools. She placed her right hand in front of her mouth, trying not to puke. It was so disgusting...yet she felt the urge to turn around and...enjoy it. Aid Kaelmourn in his actions. The thought vanished when the claps of the woman up on a rooftop broke the silence. Melda turned her attention to said rooftop, watching the woman as she drank from her flask. She frowned and raised her voice so she could be heard.
"That's not a nice thing to say! I am totally against killing people who surrender, let alone skinning them alive afterwards! ...But I guess I wouldn't risk myself for someone I don't know. Not unless I felt like it."
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hemata
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Post by hemata on Sept 17, 2013 23:19:27 GMT
Kaelmourn remained quiet while he went through the motions he had practiced so many years ago, peeling the skin off with expert precision whilst his wolf watched hungrily. It didn't take him long to finish before he moved on to the removal of his target's spine. His hood moved slightly towards the direction of the voice though his eyes remained focused on the work at hand.
"And you are?" He asked in his regular cold tone, the deep sound of vertebrae and flesh being separated filling the air.
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Wyatt
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Post by Wyatt on Sept 18, 2013 0:06:27 GMT
“Personally I think a little fucked myself to but I'm not a some paladin here to pass judgement”
Leona jumps down from the rooftop makes her way towards the two “my parents called me Leona,most people tend to call me 'that fucking bitch' ". "you two heading towards the goblin base that guy was talking about right? I want in, I've been looking around town for people to go in with when I heard about a king in town trying to find aid as well”
Leona looks at the dead body” but I can see that’s not going to happen.”
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Perkins
Blackwater Pirate
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Post by Perkins on Sept 18, 2013 0:16:51 GMT
"At least the lack of manners is not reflected in other ways..." Said Melda lowly as she saw the woman approaching, eyeing her carefully, thanking that she is not as badly dressed as her manners, and crossing her arms in front of her. " 'Tis true we are headed there as you heard, but a bad attitude doesn't mean you are also a good warrior."
Melda turned to face Kaelmourn, furrowing her eyebrows in slight annoyance by Leona's attitude. She despised people who don't use the language properly, who curse every ten seconds or similar ways of speaking.
"But I am not the one making the calls here...Perhaps we could use someone as her?"
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Wyatt
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Post by Wyatt on Sept 18, 2013 0:49:29 GMT
Leona couldn't hear melda's words, she to preoccupied was undressing the half elf with her eyes licking her lips and tuning back in just for the last few words.
turning to kaelmourn she says "your bow isn't going to be very useful when you've got 30 goblins all on top of you" she looks over to the wolf that was eagerly awaiting it's master to offer her his remains "that fluff ball of your looks tough enough but it can only hold back so many, you need the extra man power."
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hemata
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Post by hemata on Sept 18, 2013 2:54:33 GMT
Kaelmourn finally severed the spine with a loud satisfying crunch that was music to his ears. He stood up and began to clean the blood off of his blade. His wolf immediately dived onto its new meal and tore at the muscly-flesh with snarling rips. Kaelmourn moved in closer and examined this newcomer that spoke so arrogantly to him. He frowned and moved in closer until he closed the distance with the woman. His featureless hood just seemed to gaze directly into her for a few moments before he turned away. "I was short a man anyways." He said, a soft hint of bitterness to it. "You may come, but if you get in the way don't expect to be carried."
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Wyatt
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Post by Wyatt on Sept 19, 2013 1:34:34 GMT
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Perkins
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Post by Perkins on Sept 19, 2013 1:48:19 GMT
Melda carefully observed Leona as she moved closer, the lip-licking making her left eye twitching in annoyance and disgust. She shook off the urge to claw the woman's face off, an urge very hard to resist, especially in such a situation. Another lunatic joins the group, was her exact thinking, exactly what she needed... Not really. Obviously implying something sexual, Melda is going to be sleeping with one eye open from now on. Regardless, she let her arms and shoulders fall forward in defeat, accepting the fact that fate hates her.
"Riiiight....I suppose that you are welcome to join us miss Leona...Welcome to the group. As it is right and proper to do, I have to introduce myself. I am Melda, The Sorceress. I do hope you don't expect me to make any potions for you...Or cure your...Diseases."
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Wyatt
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Post by Wyatt on Sept 19, 2013 3:05:47 GMT
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hemata
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Post by hemata on Sept 19, 2013 6:59:18 GMT
Kaelmourn moved in between the two, irritated at the lost time. "If you two are finished, we have Goblins to kill." He was certainly much more straight-forward since Wyatt's death. He felt oddly off-balance but forced himself to shrug the feelings off as best as he could. Right now more than ever he needed to be strong for his group, to be their leader. They had many things to kill and the world was only getting faster in its pace the longer time went on. They needed to get moving quickly. The Drow was practically half-way out the city, his wolf faithfully following just behind him.
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Wyran
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Post by Wyran on Sept 19, 2013 17:18:30 GMT
After re-adjusting his backpack for what felt like the hundredth time, Adrian's eyes flickered upwards towards the horizon where, with great relief, he saw what appeared to be humanoid figures up ahead. Hoping it was the group he had been told to search for, he broke into a jog and headed over.
As he got closer, he started to see the figures a little more clearly, and what I saw forced him to stop dead - specifically, what was on the ground next to them. What he could only assume had been a man had been mangled and dismembered to no end, like the result of some sick magical experiment with a zombie.
By this point, the trio had noticed him. One of them matched the description he had been given of Kaelmourn, the Drow leader of this little raiding party. The other two were females he didn't recognise, although seeing as the shorter one's getup screamed "mage", he assumed she was the sorcerer member of the group.
He was drawn away from his thoughts when he finally acknowledged that he had been standing there gormless for a bit longer than would be considered suitable. With a quick shake of his head, he looked towards the Drow. "Adrian Purgefire. I was told to meet you a little while back, but it seems you went a little further than I anticipated."
He was still getting odd looks. Feeling that his introduction wasn't sufficient, he racked his brain for answers. "Erm... Yarr?"
He mentally scolded himself. Seriously, "tangerines!" would have been better.
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Perkins
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Post by Perkins on Sept 19, 2013 20:17:53 GMT
Melda followed Kaelmourn as he began walking away, giving a few quick glances behind her to make sure to Leona was not doing anything insulting or annoying. As the group encountered the obviously peculiar traveller that sought them appearantly, Melda leaned a bit to the side so she could be seen better, waving at the newcomer. She nodded at him once in order to acknowledge his presence, before stepping a bit to the side of Kaelmourn so she could take a better look at this man.
"No need to 'yarr', stranger, we can understand you. Though it's a bit stranger to see someone seeking us, yes?"
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Wyran
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Post by Wyran on Sept 19, 2013 20:42:42 GMT
Slightly miffed that he apparently hadn't even warranted the attention of Kaelmourn, he marched forward to meet the speaker. "I suppose I can't exactly blame you for your ignorance. I just joined the pirates, and they sent me to meet with your group. Well," he corrected, "I say joined, but I'm really only here because I didn't quite fancy my chances as a wandering nomad. Burning Hands can only get you so far, you know?"
"Oh, by the way," he added, almost like an afterthought, "Who exactly was that poor sack of sinew over there?"
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Wyatt
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Post by Wyatt on Sept 20, 2013 3:59:28 GMT
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