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Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Any warriors or knights can feel free to assume the position of the person who beat up a drunk misbehaving Azerus on the night before the current event. :) I can adjust my post if need be.

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Azerus Thorn

The bright light of a rising morning pierced the flesh of Azerus's thin eyelids. Groggily he shook his aching head trying to hide from the sun as the cool crisp outside air ran along his skin. It sent a shiver down his spine. Oh damn, he was outside...

It seemed to have gotten much brighter by the time he finally opened his eyes, squinting as he looked around Azerus tried to assess his location and situation. All he could see was bright white, dirt and a wall. By no means was Azerus feeling ok, right now he couldn't consider an occasion were he had woken up feeling worse.

His head was splitting with a pounding headache, he had poor recollection of the night before, the strong residual smell of cheap ale hung on his breath and he had the faint taste of blood on his lips. No there was nothing too unusual here.

Despite all reasonable logic and indicators he still prayed to find himself in a large soft bed with luscious soft white sheets and an exotic strange girl wrapped in his arms.

No such luck.

As his eyes adjusted to and filtered the piercing painful light he quickly looks around and lets out a deep loud long disappointed sigh, reality hit him hard and confirmed the initial thoughts he wanted to hide from. Azerus lay outside amongst a hay heap in a dirty small boar pen.
Surprisingly, even though the odds were against him, he was still both saddened and disappointed by this, as it meant there would be no breakfast or other things he hoped for.

With a groan he picks his battered, bruised and injured body off the floor and recollects the night before as he staggers towards the Southern Gate Tap to collect the belongings he had hid the night before.

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Last Night
Southern Gate Tap

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There it was, once again, that all too familiar taste of blood swelling within his mouth.

"Son of a" he had began to slur before another fist came violently crashing into his face. His head snapped across sending the growing pool of salivate blood splattering across the wooden floor. There came a deep guttural growl from the back of his throat in reply. Azerus slowly lifted his head back up so his opponent could see the predatory rage burning within his bloodshot eyes.
"Not a smart move" a maniacal smile of perfect white teeth follow his words.

Azerus who was kneeling on the back of some big old slow hammer-fisted half Orc tavern regular, releases the the mans head to fall to the floorboards with a heavy thud.
Only moments ago Azerus had been pounding his head into the ground while shouting nonsense and now the mans face was silhouetted by a smeared pool of his own blood. Azerus turned all his focus to the skinny righteous kid who blind sighted him. Ignoring the man at his feet and the other laying beneath the debris of a broken chandelier.

Had there been the only three in the tavern that day, Azerus might have walked out a happy man. But NO. He would not be so lucky. The skinny man before him was a squire to the knight seated behind him. One who had now grown board of the entertainment.

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Broken bruised and bloody Azerus came crashing into a pile of rubbish as he was thrown out the back door into a dirty old alley way. "Cowaghds" he yells back defiantly through a broken jaw, at what must have been an upset tavern owner. Next a metal pot came hurtling at Azerus hitting him in the face hard enough to have him seeing black.
With a sputter he painfully laughs at his own misfortune before passing out.

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Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

@Lady Sven lol, lucky!

Ok mines gonna be a bit of an edit to a post I have used before but really enjoy.
Is recycling posts a frowned upon thing?

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

What's everyone's starting post ideas?

Masked

God damn that just kept growing....
I hope it's all alright. :)

Masked

August 27th.

-"Hello? Is this thing working?"
"This is Pyro, in Chicago. My partner and I are under attack. I need help, please, whoever can make it. Again, this is Pyro, calling for help in Chicago." -

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Kain let out a slow painful sigh as he rolled his eyes.
"Now it's even on the TV..." his words sifted like acid in the cool nights air.

Kain then turns away from his view of the old TV through the open curtain drapes and with slow careful strides heads toward the garage once again.
He frowns as the roller door opens to his touch. He didn't feel the security measures protecting this pride and joy were enough, but they would never be no matter how much someone may try to convince him otherwise.

He steps inside and carefully closes the door behind him. The automatic lights flicker to life and Kain is embraced by the still empty silence provided by the rooms thick sound dampening walls. The garage was large, larger then it needed it to be. It made Kain wonder what they might have intended to build or work on when they constructed the building.

Those thoughts fell aside when he came to stand next to a hidden car beneath a large cover in the far corner of the garage. He trails his fingers slowly across the fabric for a short distance before suddenly stopping and dropping to his knees. He reaches up under the skirting and smiles as his fingers find the sleek cool metallic surface.

Kain closes his eyes and his conscious sinks into the machine. He can feel every groove and part, all the varying types and densities of metals. He measures the aspects of the motor. Tinkering with it bit by bit. After enough focus, thought and time the mechanical beast beside him had practically been serviced and fine tuned without Kain so much as having to lift a tool. Not that it really needed one anyway.

"Well now that we are re-acquainted" he whispers with a devilish smile as he stands up.

Kain found a serene comfort in the nostalgia and familiarisation that came with working on cars. He knew and understood their inner workings far better than he could understand other people. That is perhaps what led him to underestimate the people he should fear the most. Perhaps that's why his senses were not sharp enough to notice the footsteps of people marching around the building, encroaching on his position, surrounding him.

It wasn't until the exact moment when the doors and windows suddenly burst open and the once still silent room exploded with commotion as security flooded the floor that Kain realised perhaps the security system was more efficient than he first thought after all.

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A few hours later the BMW OHV V8 engine of the 1958 507 series 2 roadster spurred to life. It ran so smoothly and purred with a dormant power. To Kain this machine was art.

car

1958 BMW 507 series 2 roadster

With a broken and bruised hand Kain awkwardly shifts the gear stick before wiping away the thick wet blood pooling from his nose around his mouth. Through a swollen eye he looks back at the carnage of the garage behind him as a wave of fresh air sweeps in under the roller door slowly winding open.

As the car rolls out, Kain awkwardly shifts in the seat, leaning his head out over the door he spasms in a deep revolting wet cough as he sprays an atrocious splotch of bile and blood across the pristine driveway.
He looks back at the closing garage door one last time.
"What a damn shame dad." his voice filled with resentment and a spiteful sarcasm. "What a damn shame!" It could have been interpreted as a trap but Kain knew better, this was a test.
With a short press on the accelerator Kain takes off down the street, leaving behind the merciless rent-a-cops that nearly beat him to death, the large empty garage and the building he grew up in.

Now more than ever Kain needed the Shamans help. He hadn't seen Levy for quite some time and the last meeting didn't end too well. But he almost didn't have any other option, he just couldn't use the public hospitals. His wrap sheet was too large and there was always the case of the copious amount of metal running around in his body.
No he would make amends with the Shaman.

With a groan Kain reaches into his jacket and pulls out an old flip phone, opening it with a flick of his wrist. He thumbs in the unused speed dial for the Shaman and puts the phone on loud speaker.
The cold nights air was rustling heavily through his hair, it burnt against his warm skin, swollen bruises and bloody open wounds. He couldn't get to the shaman fast enough but luckily he had a pretty good idea where he might be able to find her.

Kain floored the car all through the night to arrive in Chicago by mid morning.

@Elle Santiago

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Balthazar007

"Hah, knew it." He scoffed proudly. "Ah nah I will be ok, while no one can reasonably refute the power of appearance, knowing it's a lie will exclude me from the best of those benefits. Plus, it's not quite my style" he casually replies adding a playful tone to the end.

A faint distant hopeful gleam grows in his bright green eyes.
"But what about these scars?" He asks pointing to the many sketchy lines dug across his face.

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

@Lady Sven
:) sooo when do you think we will get this show on the road?

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double deleted: phone issues :/

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