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@Kokushi it's ok. if you don't manage to post we'll make a big joke of idris sleeping through the fight XD
Lightning flashed in the stormy sky and the low rumble of thunder rolled its way through the narrow streets of evening Sayrn. Just as Corvo pushed the door of the pub disappearing inside, three figures appeared, perching at the edge of the nearby apartment block. The heavy leather gear, thick hoods and white insignias gave them away as the three marshals from earlier.
- “By Matal, three hours? Really?” – One the man panted and spat. – “Why did we chase this sod for this long again?”
- “Did he not seem fishy to ya, eh, Reggie?” – The other man replied with a smirk, tapping his quarterstaff on the floor impatiently. – “The bastard practically smelled of rebel scum.”
The leader of the trio raised his gauntleted hand, hushing the other two.
- “It doesn’t matter now. Cause this little birdie just led us to a real jackpot.” – He pointed at the pub. – “See anything familiar?”
The two underlings shared a slightly confused look then studied the bar intently.
- “The hell does that sign say? Win… chester?” – Reggie squinted at the neon sign before straightening out and clicking his tongue in satisfaction. –“Holy shit, you mean that’s the Winchester bar? We’ve been looking for that watering hole for two bleeding years!”
The other man whirled his staff around and jumped up a few times in excitement.
- “Hahaha! Damn, this is gonna be one hell of a pay day! Cap’n! Let’s set this shit dump ablaze then report it to the commander! We'll be bloody heroes!”
The leader nodded with a smirk.
- “Aye, let’s have us some fun.”
With that short exchange over, all three men jumped off the ledge, landing down on the cobblestone street with a heavy thud, weapons at the ready, their sights set at the Winchester.
Arbos listened in on the conversation with a smirk on his face. Even amongst the marshalcy no mortal could have expected to be within his control zone, while being that far out. A slight shadow of disappointment crossed the spectre’s face. If he had his body this little scuffle would have ended already, with all three nincompoops getting strangled with their own weapons right there on that roof… Alas that was not the case, not yet anyway. So what’s a respectable king of thieves to do in such a situation but use it for his own advantage? The rookies needed a bit of field testing anyway.
With a wave of his hand Arbos summoned a tiny gust of wind that rang the silver bell by the door. Within seconds hurried steps could be heard, making their way up the stairs from the bar. And immediately, with a polite knock, Klaus entered the crystal chambers.
- “You rang m’lord?” the old man was as polite as always.
- “Ayup. Klausie-boy, we’re about to have some visitors… of the imperial disposition.” – Arbos grinned – “Three of them, to be precise. Have our boys stand down unless summoned okay? And wake the newbies – they’re about to have their proverbial mettles unproverbially tested.”
The old bartender’s eyebrows shot up in faint surprise for a moment, before regaining his composure.
- “A-Are you sure sir? I mean, are there any officers with them?”
- “Mmm yup, captain judging by equipment and them calling him, well, captain.” – Arbos replied with a slight chuckle in his voice.
- “A captain?! I mean three line marshals would be borderline impossible for the newbies as it is, sir, but with a captain.. I mean they’re-“
- “They’re gonna get their asses kicked yes. And I look forward to it greatly.” – The spectre’s grin turned downright vicious, sending shivers down Klaus’s spine. – “Now go, get the others. I’ll get the one from across the wall myself. He he he…”
As Arbos chuckled and floated up from his throne, disappearing into thin air, Klaus gave a short military bow of acknowledgement and quickly ran out the door to wake and gather up the others.
Thea was snoozing happily, laid out in the luxurious bathtub. The mixture of excitement, long trip, hot water and the empty bottle of mulled wine on the floor must’ve knocked the young lady out. Silently as ever Arbos phased through the wall, glowing yellow eyes running over the girl’s naked form with a smirk.
“Damn, sometimes there really are good perks to being incorporeal. Almost a shame to wake her up, really.” Arbos muttered to himself, then took a deliberately long moment to gather up his breath and shouted out atop of his lungs.
- “WAKEY-WAKEY PRINCESS!!!”
The sudden shout made Thea jump up and fumble about in the water.
- “Huh?! What?!” – Half-awake and confused she clearly needed a moment to gather up her thoughts and process the situation.
Arbos, in all his gentlemanliness, of course, wasn’t about to give her any. With an ever wide smirk the spectre continued.
- “Oh I see you’re awake? Good! There’s three imperial marshals attacking the bar downstairs in order to kill you all. Kill them back. Just…” – Arbos threw a meaningful glance over Thea’s body. – “…you might want to throw a towel on first.”
As the young lady squeaked at the realization and scurried frantically to cover herself up, growing a brighter shade of red by the moment, Arbos quietly chuckled to himself.
“Damn, I DO love my job.”
- “By Matal, three hours? Really?” – One the man panted and spat. – “Why did we chase this sod for this long again?”
- “Did he not seem fishy to ya, eh, Reggie?” – The other man replied with a smirk, tapping his quarterstaff on the floor impatiently. – “The bastard practically smelled of rebel scum.”
The leader of the trio raised his gauntleted hand, hushing the other two.
- “It doesn’t matter now. Cause this little birdie just led us to a real jackpot.” – He pointed at the pub. – “See anything familiar?”
The two underlings shared a slightly confused look then studied the bar intently.
- “The hell does that sign say? Win… chester?” – Reggie squinted at the neon sign before straightening out and clicking his tongue in satisfaction. –“Holy shit, you mean that’s the Winchester bar? We’ve been looking for that watering hole for two bleeding years!”
The other man whirled his staff around and jumped up a few times in excitement.
- “Hahaha! Damn, this is gonna be one hell of a pay day! Cap’n! Let’s set this shit dump ablaze then report it to the commander! We'll be bloody heroes!”
The leader nodded with a smirk.
- “Aye, let’s have us some fun.”
With that short exchange over, all three men jumped off the ledge, landing down on the cobblestone street with a heavy thud, weapons at the ready, their sights set at the Winchester.
Arbos listened in on the conversation with a smirk on his face. Even amongst the marshalcy no mortal could have expected to be within his control zone, while being that far out. A slight shadow of disappointment crossed the spectre’s face. If he had his body this little scuffle would have ended already, with all three nincompoops getting strangled with their own weapons right there on that roof… Alas that was not the case, not yet anyway. So what’s a respectable king of thieves to do in such a situation but use it for his own advantage? The rookies needed a bit of field testing anyway.
With a wave of his hand Arbos summoned a tiny gust of wind that rang the silver bell by the door. Within seconds hurried steps could be heard, making their way up the stairs from the bar. And immediately, with a polite knock, Klaus entered the crystal chambers.
- “You rang m’lord?” the old man was as polite as always.
- “Ayup. Klausie-boy, we’re about to have some visitors… of the imperial disposition.” – Arbos grinned – “Three of them, to be precise. Have our boys stand down unless summoned okay? And wake the newbies – they’re about to have their proverbial mettles unproverbially tested.”
The old bartender’s eyebrows shot up in faint surprise for a moment, before regaining his composure.
- “A-Are you sure sir? I mean, are there any officers with them?”
- “Mmm yup, captain judging by equipment and them calling him, well, captain.” – Arbos replied with a slight chuckle in his voice.
- “A captain?! I mean three line marshals would be borderline impossible for the newbies as it is, sir, but with a captain.. I mean they’re-“
- “They’re gonna get their asses kicked yes. And I look forward to it greatly.” – The spectre’s grin turned downright vicious, sending shivers down Klaus’s spine. – “Now go, get the others. I’ll get the one from across the wall myself. He he he…”
As Arbos chuckled and floated up from his throne, disappearing into thin air, Klaus gave a short military bow of acknowledgement and quickly ran out the door to wake and gather up the others.
Thea was snoozing happily, laid out in the luxurious bathtub. The mixture of excitement, long trip, hot water and the empty bottle of mulled wine on the floor must’ve knocked the young lady out. Silently as ever Arbos phased through the wall, glowing yellow eyes running over the girl’s naked form with a smirk.
“Damn, sometimes there really are good perks to being incorporeal. Almost a shame to wake her up, really.” Arbos muttered to himself, then took a deliberately long moment to gather up his breath and shouted out atop of his lungs.
- “WAKEY-WAKEY PRINCESS!!!”
The sudden shout made Thea jump up and fumble about in the water.
- “Huh?! What?!” – Half-awake and confused she clearly needed a moment to gather up her thoughts and process the situation.
Arbos, in all his gentlemanliness, of course, wasn’t about to give her any. With an ever wide smirk the spectre continued.
- “Oh I see you’re awake? Good! There’s three imperial marshals attacking the bar downstairs in order to kill you all. Kill them back. Just…” – Arbos threw a meaningful glance over Thea’s body. – “…you might want to throw a towel on first.”
As the young lady squeaked at the realization and scurried frantically to cover herself up, growing a brighter shade of red by the moment, Arbos quietly chuckled to himself.
“Damn, I DO love my job.”
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No pity for the sick guy? :(
No.
@Melo@Rekaigan@Kokushi@White Iris
Alrighty you lot - time skip is 4-5 hours it will take Corvo to get to Winchester's, so you lot quickly finish off your convos and say wtf you did for that time unless you all just sat around drinking.
@Anndgrim Have Naya find Corvo and send him to the bar following a spirit bird. I want you to post by tomorrow evening, or i will do it myself at that time and GM everything (and we all know how much you liek when i GM your characters around eh? :P )
While there is a fight coming on Corvo's footsteps, please do remember that IC your characters don't know about it and will most likely be caught off guard, so please refrain from metagaming and leaving thm fully sober and armed XD
Alrighty you lot - time skip is 4-5 hours it will take Corvo to get to Winchester's, so you lot quickly finish off your convos and say wtf you did for that time unless you all just sat around drinking.
@Anndgrim Have Naya find Corvo and send him to the bar following a spirit bird. I want you to post by tomorrow evening, or i will do it myself at that time and GM everything (and we all know how much you liek when i GM your characters around eh? :P )
While there is a fight coming on Corvo's footsteps, please do remember that IC your characters don't know about it and will most likely be caught off guard, so please refrain from metagaming and leaving thm fully sober and armed XD
The aged bartender threw a weary glance over the two young women by his bar, and silently poured them both a glass.
“I can’t say too much, lass.” He then pointedly poured himself half a tumbler of scotch, the glass noticeably growing over with frost and took a reserved sip. “I never did finish my own. Outside the five lieutenants, I don’t think anyone has even gotten close.”
He nodded towards a picture, lovingly framed on the wall out of sight of any wayward customers. It was a black and white photo of seven people. Ashur and Zephyr were smiling, pointing their fingers at the much more decrepit version of the Winchester at their backs; Kron was brooding at the edge half turned to the camera – so obviously forced to be there. Naya and Klein were both half crouched In front, with reserved smiles on their faces, while a much rougher-looking Maggie and Klaus stood at the back, expressions filled with a mix of joy and awkwardness – no doubt as a result of so obviously ill-fitted uniforms they wore. The shadowy outline of the spectre could barely be seen, looming behind the group, only the white of his crooked smile giving any feature to his shadow. A brass plaque beneath the frame read only two words, inscribed in pleasant cursive: ‘New Age’.
Klaus sighed and took another sip, continuing on.
“You see kids, all of us here, in this place; we came here for a reason. Some were rescued by master Arbos and his apprentices off the streets. Some sought him out to try and push back against Xelith. But ultimately, to all of us, this place has become our home. And the art you’ll try and learn… it won’t allow you that. The hunt for charges and techniques… it will take you all over the world. You will never settle down if you want to continue growing.”
He placed the glass down with a saddened smile. “And that is why most can’t do it. I travelled with his majesty for three months, gaining and losing new comrades week by week… Gods, at one point there were twenty five of us! And in those short short three months the training took us from the furnaces of Hethus in the west, to the icy caverns of Cormendale in the east. We fought everything from garden variety bandits to giant spiders, crazed cultists, flesh eating moss and invisible tigers… Some died. Most gave up. It’s almost too much for mortal men to handle lass. Hell, even some of the apprentices…”
His voice trailed off.
“Ah, look at me ramble. What I’m saying lass is that despite what his majesty might say, there is no shame in walking away if you find it too hard. After all, there is a reason why only one man has ever truly ‘mastered’ it.”
Klaus then shook his head and once again refilled the glasses of both girls.
Naya knocked on the door and walked in carefully.
The room she stood in was something vastly different from anything else inside the Winchester. Most of the furniture and relish was made of crystal or glass with filigree of pure gold. Runes, glowing dimly in the twilight, covered every single surface in neat, tight script. At the centre of the lavish suite stood a chair (if one can even call it that, as it resembled a throne more than anything) made entirely of null crystals. Ranging from tiny ones, set into ornate and runic golden fittings, to massive ones the size of a grown Cauhri’s arm, that made up the bulk of the form.
Somewhere at the base of it deep within a bright golden flame raged – its licks travelling along inside the crystals, giving the whole construction an ethereal, almost living look. A small glass table stood by the seat, looking almost plain when compared to what rested on top of it: A plain silver flask, covered in runes and a glass of pure blue fire.
Naya blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t just seeing things, cause she could have sworn there was no actual glass there, and the flame was simply maintaining the form of the glass by itself. Arbos (well, who else could this have possibly been, eh?) stretched in his throne, then reached out for the glass and took a satisfied sip.
- “Heeeey, thunderpussy! What took your furry ass so long?” He asked with a smirk.
- “The security was a bit tighter than expected. And I told you to stop calling me that!” The Selkie stepped forward carefully.
- “And since when do I give a fuck about what you useless morons think?” Arbos raised an eyebrow. “Anyway, good job on finding those girls for me. They have some good potential… even the one that the sparkly bastard brought.” He shook his head dejectedly. “Seriously, remind me to whoop that village idiot’s arse, I told him specifically not to mess with that kind of stuff. Bah! …Anyway, which one of those girls is yours? Please tell me it’s the one taking a bath right now.” Arbos’s eyes flashed golden as he looked towards Thea’s room. “Cause she’s a damn sight saucier than you are.”
Naya groaned loudly. “Oh for fuck’s sake… If that stops you from sneaking up on me while I’m bathing I’m all the more for it! And what do you mean which girl? Mine’s a guy, named Corvo.”
- “Mmmhm? Sorry kitty, no guys were there, just girls.”
Naya blinked, letting her jaw hang open. Then whirled up in fury.
- “Wha? That stupid fucking idiot! I’m gonna go get him! Sorry!”
- “Wait.” Arbos raised his hand. “Once you find that Corben-or-whatever dude, have one of you spirits guide him back here, and you yourself go and find Alistair. He should be in the butcher’s district right now setting up for our next step… take over and send him back here.”
- “But I was going to take a shower and-“
- “Do I LOOK like I give a shit? Go on, sod off.”
Naya humphed angrily, then reluctantly nodded in agreement and disappeared out the door.
Arbos felt her leave his zone with the speed of a bullet and sighed, taking the ‘glass’ of the ethereal flame into his hand once more. Throwing a glance at the silver flask on the table he smiled grimly. “Looks like the symphony of destruction you spoke of is finally starting, eh, brother mine?.. Too bad my orchestra is filled with morons.” He murmured to himself and downed the entire ‘glass’ in one swig.
“I can’t say too much, lass.” He then pointedly poured himself half a tumbler of scotch, the glass noticeably growing over with frost and took a reserved sip. “I never did finish my own. Outside the five lieutenants, I don’t think anyone has even gotten close.”
He nodded towards a picture, lovingly framed on the wall out of sight of any wayward customers. It was a black and white photo of seven people. Ashur and Zephyr were smiling, pointing their fingers at the much more decrepit version of the Winchester at their backs; Kron was brooding at the edge half turned to the camera – so obviously forced to be there. Naya and Klein were both half crouched In front, with reserved smiles on their faces, while a much rougher-looking Maggie and Klaus stood at the back, expressions filled with a mix of joy and awkwardness – no doubt as a result of so obviously ill-fitted uniforms they wore. The shadowy outline of the spectre could barely be seen, looming behind the group, only the white of his crooked smile giving any feature to his shadow. A brass plaque beneath the frame read only two words, inscribed in pleasant cursive: ‘New Age’.
Klaus sighed and took another sip, continuing on.
“You see kids, all of us here, in this place; we came here for a reason. Some were rescued by master Arbos and his apprentices off the streets. Some sought him out to try and push back against Xelith. But ultimately, to all of us, this place has become our home. And the art you’ll try and learn… it won’t allow you that. The hunt for charges and techniques… it will take you all over the world. You will never settle down if you want to continue growing.”
He placed the glass down with a saddened smile. “And that is why most can’t do it. I travelled with his majesty for three months, gaining and losing new comrades week by week… Gods, at one point there were twenty five of us! And in those short short three months the training took us from the furnaces of Hethus in the west, to the icy caverns of Cormendale in the east. We fought everything from garden variety bandits to giant spiders, crazed cultists, flesh eating moss and invisible tigers… Some died. Most gave up. It’s almost too much for mortal men to handle lass. Hell, even some of the apprentices…”
His voice trailed off.
“Ah, look at me ramble. What I’m saying lass is that despite what his majesty might say, there is no shame in walking away if you find it too hard. After all, there is a reason why only one man has ever truly ‘mastered’ it.”
Klaus then shook his head and once again refilled the glasses of both girls.
Naya knocked on the door and walked in carefully.
The room she stood in was something vastly different from anything else inside the Winchester. Most of the furniture and relish was made of crystal or glass with filigree of pure gold. Runes, glowing dimly in the twilight, covered every single surface in neat, tight script. At the centre of the lavish suite stood a chair (if one can even call it that, as it resembled a throne more than anything) made entirely of null crystals. Ranging from tiny ones, set into ornate and runic golden fittings, to massive ones the size of a grown Cauhri’s arm, that made up the bulk of the form.
Somewhere at the base of it deep within a bright golden flame raged – its licks travelling along inside the crystals, giving the whole construction an ethereal, almost living look. A small glass table stood by the seat, looking almost plain when compared to what rested on top of it: A plain silver flask, covered in runes and a glass of pure blue fire.
Naya blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t just seeing things, cause she could have sworn there was no actual glass there, and the flame was simply maintaining the form of the glass by itself. Arbos (well, who else could this have possibly been, eh?) stretched in his throne, then reached out for the glass and took a satisfied sip.
- “Heeeey, thunderpussy! What took your furry ass so long?” He asked with a smirk.
- “The security was a bit tighter than expected. And I told you to stop calling me that!” The Selkie stepped forward carefully.
- “And since when do I give a fuck about what you useless morons think?” Arbos raised an eyebrow. “Anyway, good job on finding those girls for me. They have some good potential… even the one that the sparkly bastard brought.” He shook his head dejectedly. “Seriously, remind me to whoop that village idiot’s arse, I told him specifically not to mess with that kind of stuff. Bah! …Anyway, which one of those girls is yours? Please tell me it’s the one taking a bath right now.” Arbos’s eyes flashed golden as he looked towards Thea’s room. “Cause she’s a damn sight saucier than you are.”
Naya groaned loudly. “Oh for fuck’s sake… If that stops you from sneaking up on me while I’m bathing I’m all the more for it! And what do you mean which girl? Mine’s a guy, named Corvo.”
- “Mmmhm? Sorry kitty, no guys were there, just girls.”
Naya blinked, letting her jaw hang open. Then whirled up in fury.
- “Wha? That stupid fucking idiot! I’m gonna go get him! Sorry!”
- “Wait.” Arbos raised his hand. “Once you find that Corben-or-whatever dude, have one of you spirits guide him back here, and you yourself go and find Alistair. He should be in the butcher’s district right now setting up for our next step… take over and send him back here.”
- “But I was going to take a shower and-“
- “Do I LOOK like I give a shit? Go on, sod off.”
Naya humphed angrily, then reluctantly nodded in agreement and disappeared out the door.
Arbos felt her leave his zone with the speed of a bullet and sighed, taking the ‘glass’ of the ethereal flame into his hand once more. Throwing a glance at the silver flask on the table he smiled grimly. “Looks like the symphony of destruction you spoke of is finally starting, eh, brother mine?.. Too bad my orchestra is filled with morons.” He murmured to himself and downed the entire ‘glass’ in one swig.
Really sorry for teh long delay everyone. Been a less than pleasant and horribly busy week irl. The post will be up tonight, start thinking up your fight moves cause it's gonna be ACTION!
@Rekaigan Lats time grim didn't heed my advice and specify things in his post - he ended up being left behind, in the rain, facing three high level marshals on his own. So you know - ignore GM's advice at your own risk baby. B)
@Rekaigan Your character still hasn't introduced herself. That means when i start teh action tomorrow - no one will be able to address her.
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