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Rerun: Blackguards!

@Red Wizard

Hmmmm true true.

I'll be honest I hadn't thought of that.

Rerun: Blackguards!

Double post!

Sorry.

Say we have an epic chase scene in this RP.

Seeing our characters are villians, are we going to be the ones doing the chasing? Or are we going to be chased?

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P-p-p-p-POSTED!

I've been wanting to do the flame on scene there for abit, that was literally the very first scene idea that came to mind when I first thought up Ricon. A very ATLA style scene I give you but it felt so right.

Rerun: Blackguards!

Ricon Fields - The infernomancer

Just like going home

A fetch mission? And a assasination?

Yeah Ricon couldn't believe it at first. Find, Tristana, Yorleif and Nashur, and the things they found out. Then kill the God-King of Sulfrey? Ricon could only gape abit at that. That's a mission onto True Death. But, what's he going to do? He can't back out, not now at any rate. He wonders how long they are going to have to prepare.

But soon he starts feeling his eyes grow heavy.

And he curses. Of course it was going to be that way.

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Gods of Flame, Heat and Fiery Beyond, it felt good to sleep. Really sleep. Oh it felt wonderful, something about a lack of the oppressive and dominanting weight of the Maw. So wonderful in fact that Ricon was very reluctant to allow his consciousness to return. The young man rolled onto his back then bit out a curse, something just poked him in the back! He jerked up, blurrily looking behind him seeing a tree stump sitting there. His eyes snapped open wider, screw the brillance of the sun. He looked at the tree, then stood.

That's why it felt so freeing. The domination of the Warden is not immediate!

And he began to laugh. "Yes!" He laughed somemore. "Yes!" he hollered.

He worked his arms, then thrust his left arm to the side and up. The sound of many ripping piece of fabric preceded the roar of a brilliant yellow jet of flame and heat. Again he yelled "Yes!" And his right arm jerked out and up, a great ball of almost blue flame gouted out, scorching the grass beneath it from the heat. He cackled and laughed again, "YES! Finally! Finally! Oh it feels so good to use it again. It's like a drug, a drug I've long been unable to use!" He pulled both arms down, then with a grunt he drew Embershard of his hip, thrust the point into the air, sucking and wooshing as the blade heated then burst into red flames, and the motion almost continued, as he nearly drove the tip of the blade into the ground at his feet. Almost to the point of channeling his greatest of destroying fire magics. But he stops, letting the flames on the blade lick and crackle. Instead he gathers them into his hands, sliding the sword back into it's scabbard. And with the flames dancing about his hands he tosses it into the air, where it floats and flickers then splits, first into two, then two into four. And then four of his little fire spirites giggles and flutter about him, orbiting about him. He grins, cradling one of the cooing spirites in his hand, "Hello there little friend. Welcome back, it's been awhile." Another of the sprirtes tugs at his robe. And Ricon turns to see the others, "Hmmm interesting. We have new friends perhaps?" He smiled at Ruby hearing her ask the same thing. An aura of flame, like a great circle of fire flares up over his shoulders, haloing his head in a faint halo of fire. He grins, "No funny business..." He slows and trails off, looking out beyond the group of criminals, creatures, fools and ne'er-do-wells.

Ricon's broad smile pales abit, then points behind the group, "That's the Spine. I think this is the Kasan Plateau by the look and smell of it." He says, "So that's west." He answers Brorin in that moment. He spins, his spirites and halo trailing with him, "If that's the Spine....then East should be there." He points away from the group, then turns again to face south, "If that all adds up we're not even in the Westerlands anymore. Almost out of reach of the King." he turns to look at the group, "I used to do my Banditry in and around parts like this." He points to the north, "There's a forest about 20 hours on a brisk walk, with one of the Low Roads leading South and South West to and through the Spine, merchant caravans often use it to get to Lands abroad or avoid the direct High Road South to Sulfrey. Less tolls. But good pickings for a brave bandit." He grins, "We're actually I'd say maybe 2 days away from Sulfrey if we stick to the Lower Roads and the Forest Paths. I know my way around here if you can trust me."

He grins and slowly takes a step North East, "I'll even sweeten the deal." He points the way he's starting to move, "There's some crags. North North East of here, I had a cache there, back during my High Banditry days, after leaving the College. For abit, I was rather wealthy, picking off trade and merchant caravans. Gold, silver, gems and jewelry, I'd steal rare spices and materials to then sell to black market dealers around the land. They'd try and fleece me bare, then I'd come back and well persuade them to pay properly. The Black Marketeers learned right quick not to try and screw me over. I know for a fact the King, and the College didn't find all my caches. And this one was so out of the way, I'd bet you all, balls to bones, that it's still filled with riches." As he walks he then points East, "Just don't go that way. Those Reavers? The cut throats and blood drinkers are over there, yeah we stay quiet and go this way." He says as he takes a few more steps and urges the group to follow, "They won't know we're here. And if we get to my cache. We'll have money for later. May even be a weapon or two in there for those who want something unique. Honestly it's been a few years can't remember what all I put in this particular cache. Got a few more caches spread out all over the place too, who knows if we might come across them right? What do you all say hmmm?"

@Red Wizard@MrSkimobile@Chrys

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In case anyone is curious and because it's an awesome scene.

The inspiration for Ricon's Inferno

Yes I went there.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Jamie Kanatariio, Scion
Souk Semmarine
It never seems to end

And the chaos continued.

And Jamie would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

More fighters swarmed the Souk. Men and women shouted, orders and counter orders roaring. The Raven team surged forward to meet them. There was something about their family. They're all junkies in some way. Their father pushed the boundaries of what is human when it came to strength. Their mother a titan of order and power. Jamie's sister Athena, the Athena Awesome. Nearly uncomparible. Their big sister Freya pushing limits of science. And he well he'd lie about it if asked, but he gets off on the fog of battle. Sure he tempers that with ritual and following the pow wow trail.

But there was something that gave the normally stoic and stable young man a near sexual rush. Something about the whicker and snap of life rounds. The rumble of a grenade going off. The roar of a machine gun. If auntie Antoine got off on electricity. Jamie got off on a good fight.

Not that it's obvious.

Bit he's certainly in onyhe moment as he strides out and swings his HMGs off his back. The hopper for the guns is still mostly full, and he had two more anyway. So he steps into the open as the other agents of Raven enter the fray. His job? Pull heat.

And he does that with gusto. Striding confidently into the open. His weapon roaring. Rounds rattling. A living bastion of muscle an composite armor.

At a distance he watches a familiar sight. He pays a secondnto heed the mech. But there ate enough bodies dealing with that. He turns back then laughs and chinsnhis comms, "Oi! Bitch!" He waits a few moments to see his sister get the message and moment more for her to look around through the carnage. And when he knows she seen him he adds, " So we're one body down, but I see you've gone and caused chaos in yet another nation. I thought you and Frey had gotten over this."

In the midst of the fight Jamie makes his way through fire towards his sister. Still spraying the enemy, sending them running before the heavy rrad of Scion, "I swear I can't leave you and Freya alone before one of you is blowing something up. Or hurting yourselves." He says this about twenty feet from his sister by now, "Everyone of us is a menace."

The good-natured chuckle in his voice is clear. A brother teasing his sister.

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Got a bit of a backlog of things going, work took me out during the week. But not a lot left.

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If it develops, it develops, is usually my take on that! It's cool to read/write about if it's organic but if people try to force two incompatible characters together for the sake of it, nah (though one-sided things are also fun). Others might have different takes and that's cool too though. Y'all do you.

@Vertigo

Yeah I feel this.

I mean go ahead and ship all you like. But don't try and force it.

Ends up making the story kinda awkward.

So all power too it sure. Just make sure both sides like the idea.

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I had a moment of inspiration for my character intro, sorry.

Rerun: Blackguards!

The Infernomancer

Ricon Fields

The Maw

Inspiration

Dance to my Tune

"It's today then?"

"Yeah we need to get him prepped, this came down directly from the Warden."

"Lords forgive us when that one is looking at one of these fools."

"Get back off your door now! Don't make me set off the traps!"

A roll of laughter through the this section of the holding cells. As no less then sixteen guards in heavy armor, with lashes, truncheons, and shields make their way down. A madman on one side of the hall cackles and slams himself against his door. Making two of the gaurds turn and set off that cells security, dousing the man with a sleeping spell. They turn it off then catch up with the others.

"Who is it?"

"Fields."

"Fields? What did he do to piss someone off? He's been good the last few days?!"

"I know but it's the Warden, we get in there subdue him, and make him ready, taking him to Isolation until the Warden is ready for him."

"That's why there are so many of us. Makes sense."

At the far far end of the hall is about 100 feet of bare stone walls, no cells near a single cell door that's locked with heavy lengths of Dwarven adamant chain, elven mithril locks, and rugged orcish banding. Anything to keep the thick alloy door on the cell from being compromised. As the guards approach and filter into the two alcoves next to the cell either side of the door, one of them pounds on it and shoves open the small hatch for conversation and handing in food trays.

A voice from within calls, "Dinner already? It's not even six bells yet." A hand snakes out of the hatch briefly, slender but weathered, "Otis? Malachi? Are you out there?" A truncheon comes down and slams on the hand, making the man within pull it back with a hiss of pain, "Oh so it's like that is it?"

"Stack up, tower shields in front, push poles behind them! Make ready the lashings and bindings."

The voice calls out, "Oh is that how it's going to be my boys?" There's a soft chuckle as a faint yellow light flares from within. A chittering sound from within adding to the moment.

"Ready!? Fields! Get back from the door."

The man inside the cell chuckles, "Mortagin? Is that you? How's the burn? It healing? Oh do come in."

"Ready the door! Conrad, Nolan!"

Two guards step forth and start working on the chains, and locks. One of them passes in front of the still open hatch, then screams, a jet of flame blasts out from within scorching his stomach. Fields, the man within chuckles, "Really should pay attention."

"Damn it! We were careless. Get the spells ready!"

The guard who had caught the flame to the stomach gets up and tries again, when another jet of flame lashes out and nearly catches him in the face this time, "Careful Conrad! I don't want to mar that pretty face!"

"Now!"

The last lock and chain swings free, and the ice and water spells inside the cell flash! Dousing Ricon Fields with shards of ice and a deluge of water, that quickly drains out of the room. Just as the door heaves open, and the guards charge in, screaming, "Get down Fields! Get down!"

But Ricon Fields, aka The Infernomancer does not get down. He clocks one of the guards across the face with a wooden plate, sending hims sprawling, another he catches in the knee with a kick, before the others swarm him and lock him into a corner.

But yet he still struggles, until a sleeping spell hits him...

And he knows only blackness.

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Until he doesn't.

It's a voice. A sweet voice, an almost kindly voice that wakes him. Ricon, blinks and looks around.

What the honest to the Inferno is going on?

And as he comes too, he realizes, he's not in that thick itchy home spun tunic the Maw dressed him in. He's in his linen Pyromancers robe. His pauldrons, gauntlets and greaves are on his body. His grimoire hangs at his belt by the fire blacked chain. And Embershard rests in the leather scabbard at his hip.

And then he looks to his side and sees...Her.

He stares at Her.

He narrows his eyes and tests his bindings, then whispers, to Her. The Warden, "Still playing games? Still playing with us? Too scared to face any of us yet?" He grunts then shudders her words in his head, "Patience...you...want...wait..."

And he can see the others. There are others there. He stares at Her balefully, "What is this...?"

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I instantly want to have Ruby feed the fire familiars flammable things when no one else is looking lol

@Chrys

Du et...you won't.