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The Forests of Death (Dead)

Ishmael
Ishmael looked from Inyata,...'good she has learned some maners', he then saw Regallia approach them and directed the young pirates attention."Go with her, she will direct where you will be at." He said. He then nodded thankfully to Regallia.. good thats one problem I wont have to worry about. Bad enough I will have to protect the boy, I can't both protect him and teach this woman how to be proper. He sighed and looked about, everyone was in position and in there spots. He could see Wade still standing and waiting. I suppose he prefers to walk. If he prefers it that's fine by me. He then patted his horse and flicked the reins. His stead moving along and out the gate, he was followed by the boy Daniel and the cart which held the supplies they would need. He then pulled the rope that had been tied to the saddle and walking in behind the horse was the prisoner. A man forced to show these people where his friends where at, or be put to the chopping block. Either way it was a death sentence. The horse moved out and took the lead and then he pulled on the rope and pointed to the front. The prisoner did as he asked and took the lead. He was to lead the way. For his sake he better not lead them on. It wasn't what Ishmael would do to him that would be terrorfying... it's what the others would do to him.

Eventually the troupe would come to a bridge that would take them over the river. It was a large bridge, to stretch across a river wide enough and deep enough to carry a corsair's ship through it. The bridge had spots in it that used to be lit. However, it wasn't even close to night fall yet. The sun was creeping down there though but not yet needed for the man whose job it was to light them. They would trek as far as they could until they needed to rest. He felt kind of odd with Ceceria at his back. It wasn't so much odd ,but a weird feeling of nervousness. If she saw me right now, she would be real jealous.....

Ceceria

Ceceria smirked at the young pirate woman. Inyata was her name, what a odd name, even for a pirate. Regallia was a much cooler name, it fit the belt of a great person full of respect and admired by most. Regallia was how a pirate should be, not like.... that. She said looking to Inyata. Then again the lady was young and stupid. She then heard the voice of Ramara and pulled away from her position. "Oh?... it was?...." She said rather quizically but full of mirth. Her eyes sparkling from the light shinning off of Ishmael's armor. "Oh well,... it did it's job though. That mark didn't even see the hidden dagger." She looked to the fellow assassin. "You see I had a bit of adjustments made on it.... The part you hold with your hand seperates from the body of the violin revealling that it is also the hilt of a pointy dagger..... had to get a new change of clothes though. He ruined my old ones with his blood.... so so rude of him to do so." She added as if the man could control where the blood splurted. She had to chuckle at it. "Oh I can not wait to show you my new tricks....."

Ceceria looked rather excited for the mission, a little to excited. If someone every got so excited to kill something that they acted like a girl chasing a prince, then there was often something wrong with her... in the head.

Nova

The warg marched up the ram to the gates, and with a howl of it's roar, the gates began to open and in they went. The fortress was a lot huger up close then from far away. It however had seen better days. She could see the scarring on the walls. The marks where stones hit as they were thrown by the trebuchet that launched them. She sighed, how mighty has this place fallen that bandits have now claimed it. Oh father, oh mother we should not have adanboned such a place to the monsters of this world. The orc dropped from his warg and it moved away to its place of rest ,shortly after the orc yanked her off of it. Rather forcibly too. She frowned, ' first on the the list is the asshole orc'.... she said as he carried her underneath his arm up the stone stairs. He then stopped and moved to the side of the wall opening a door. He took her inside and down some spiral stairs. It was here where she found her place of rest. A dungeon so to speak. The orc took her to a empty cell, rather large and ment to hold a lot of people. He set her down and chained her ankles to the floor. Then he chained on of her hands and cut the rope that bound her to chain the other. There she was , alone in a dark room with light coming from a single two inch wide window.

She did not like this, not one bit. Then again who would.....

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Ishmael

Ishmael watched Regalia, a well known and respected pirate, he decided it was time to dismiss his spell. Giving Inyata her voice back. He then moved to Regallia. "I know it seems a lot to ask this of you, but could you join us on this quest. You being more experienced in your field. You can keep the young one in check. Our mission involves us rescuing Nova Lysanthir,... I fear the rash attitude of this one could get us or Lady Nova killed. I can not teach her as well as you might." He asked. He would not force her, he knew better then that. Regallia was important to this city in many ways.

His squire ran up and patted his shoulder. "Milord, the cart is ready as well as the mule to pull it." Daniel spoke. Ishmael patted he boy on the back and gestured to the carts seat.
"You can take the reins.... Ceceria, you can ride with me or him." he said. Giving her the option to choose. Hopefully she chose to ride with him. The boy had enough distractions. He then looked to Wade and sighed. He could smell the alcohol. He rose up a hand aiming it above the man and snapped his finger and 2 gallons of water dropped from the sky to land on the man. Rinsing the smell away. For awhile anyways. "Ride in the back of the cart." he ordered. He then patted his horse and then climbed on top. Offering a hand to Ceceria to help her up.

Ceceria

Ceceria almost chuckled at Inyata getting put in her place by the older Regallia. Ceceria watched as Ishmael gave the woman a proposition to help control the wild fire. She doubted the pirate would take up the offer. She just wasnt the babysitting type. Ishmael had already one fool to take care of. He didn't wait for a answer either as he climbed upon his valiant stead. She almost would have blushed at how serene he looked. A white knight sitting on his horse with his hair flowing in the wind. His blue winter eyes looked to her and outstretched his hand to offer her help. She then recalled him saying she can ride with the boy or himself. She smiled widely clasping the hand without hesitation. Without a second thought she climbed up placing her leg around and sat there. She held on to his side and laid her head on his cold armor.

Nova

Nova was now miles away being lead closer to her destination by an orc. He sat upon a large warg with the rope of her bindings tired to the saddle. They were later joined by more of the clan. They ranged from wood elves ,men ,and of course black scaled lizard folk. Each member had the mark of the cresent moon on their necks. She decided to jump up and land on the back of the warg. Right behind the orc. "I got tired of walking" Was all she said. The orc snorted and kept on with their pace. They came over a hill and saw it. The big gates of the fortress. She had arrived. She had awful feeling of the place.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

The warm sensation of her doing her magic on his shoulder helped him a lot. She then mentioned more about Tristan and tossing him out of the window. "If you decide to go with the idea of chucking him out the top floor. Make sure you let me know so I can watch. I got this arm because of that asshole. His denying of the supplies you saw, caused a uproar. I was sent to end it and lost my arm and something very special to me." He said. His sister was caught in that fight. T1 talents were always given whatever the fuck they wanted. Even him. His sister was allowed to live with him on his floor. He regretted taking her with him. Once more it was all because of Tristan as well as the GTS. They knew he was trouble but they did nothing. Ailen looked to Silvia. "You do not belong here,... Your too nice of a person. Everyone here has suffered because if him. Lets just hope the GTC listens to you." He said. He then sighed.

"You know what... Screw this shit." He said tearing his jacket off. He placed anything important in the jackets pockets and back into his pants pockets. He kept his badge and hooked it to his belt so people still knew his rank. With a light tank top on he stretched. Tossing the jacket aside. "I dont understand some regulations. Those things make it way too hot. With you as my new boss. Fuck it I aint wearing it." He then went to lean on the elevator. He then traced a thought. "Do you think I can't use a black crystal because I just have not found the right one that can synchronize with me to where I wont go insane... I mean they are kind of unique in each way right?... Like yours."

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Ellis

The halfling fought and fought the sandman but it was no use. He fell asleep through the ritual. His head laying on Ceris's belly. He slept rather deeply. With nothing at all to bother him. For the first time in three days he slept. He dud not know how tired he was until now. When he would wake from his sleep he would get a bit of a surprise.

Vivian

Vivian felt her eye lids get heavier an heavier. She agreed that the night provided such a scene. It always did for she was always a child of the night. The cold dark embrace of the wind, was so soothing. When they closed her breathing got lighter and lighter. Until she slipped into a great sleep. Her head against the wall of the plateau. It suddenly began to slide down until finally it hit and rested on Das's shoulder. Her silver white hair covering her face.

Garrek

The Orc rolled over in the sand. Still in the deep slumber that over took him. His mind drifted off into a dream. A dream that often came to him. His father was there. His father turned to him and spoke but no voice could be heard. His father was trying to say something to him but he could not hear him. The dream was odd and out of place. He couldn't understand what it was.

Zaphere

Samuel sat upon the roof top of the building. He watched the mages guild building like a hawk. He had begun to wonder when the inquisitor would show up. Then there they were, a force to be reckoned with. The other and the city guard moving towards the guild. He smiled and reached for the mirro only to see the inquisitor staring towards him. He was a bit nervous as he watched. Hiwever, it was no worry. The inquisitor proceeded with his attack on the guild. Hlooked into the mirror. "Lord Eliphas,... It has begun... Just look." He turned the mirror to face the guild building. Eliphas saw the destruction occuring. The chaos had started. He then smirked. Grinning devilishly. All of the monastaries forces had moved out. The ones that mattered anyways. Now for his own attack.....

Eliphas with a snap of his fingers, vanished. He teleported into the sky above the monastary. His true form taking shape. He could already see priests and the like looking up at him. Not all the forces had left. Oh well... He aimed his hand at them and cast a deadly barrage of fireballs. It was a firestorm spell. He had to move quickly as he saw them act in retaliation. He then soawned forth portals. From these portals spawned Retrievers, large grotesque spiders with massive cleaver like feet. They rushed the monastary slaying a gew in their wake. The monastary was still putting up much of a fight. The portals kept releasing demons of different shapes and sizes.

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@Inertia cool accepted,... Send it over to the cs page and fill free to post your entrance.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Ailen watched the scenario all play out. Witnessing the tower lead get thrown against the walk and slide down. Side from Silvia barking orders at him and then reminding him of her authority. Yes he knew her authority out ranked his and he knew she meant nothing personal. It was all used as ammunition to anger Tristan. However,... He decided to drop it from his mind. Seeing Tristan put in his place was rewarding. He saw a glass chanter with some wine and took it. Taking it with him to the elevator and closing it. "By the time he wakes up,... He wont remember he had this." He said...."Vacation,... To think I almost forgot what that was." He pressed the buttons once more. This time they would meet Craig. Silvia was interesting, but she still acted like a typical T-1 Lead even if she is in training. Perhaps she was different,... He had no idea. He just stood there and waited. He couldn't remember the last time he had a vacation. He was always too busy for one. Salvaging everything Tristan tried to destroy. Hopefully Silvia wouldnt treat everything like a toy. Like he did. It wasn't too long in the day and already he felt sore. It all coming from the same spot. Every time, it always started at his shoulders. He reached up to massage it slightly. He then checked his pockets and sighed. "Must have left them at my desk." He said. His doctor would give him an earful for this. He was on constant medication for his arm. The movies always made arms like his look cool. They never showed how stressful it was on the body it was to carry something so heavy. He sucked the pain in and swallowed it. He would just have to wait. "If the people of this tower did there job right. Your belongings should already be there." He said. As for the files she requested. He had to smirk a bit. "As for the files... I hope you like to read."

Once the elevator stopped which wasnt long after. He pressed the buttons to open the doors. " if you think Nymphs or Walking suitcases were strange. Wait until you me Craig. He still gives me the creeps." He tried to be cheerful despite it all. Mind over matter sometimes worked. He rose his crystal up in the air and looked at it with the light pouring into it. He then prayed to it. For some reason it felt like he talked to his sister through it sense the stone had the same color as her eyes. He then placed it back in his pocket.

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@ShiningSector Your probably waiting on a Zaphere post, just go ahead and proceed with a attack on the guild if you want. When the group wakes up I want them to see the smoke from the city and be like.... "Well shit whats going on over there?"

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Never piss off the short folk.

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As the group got to the size of five people. Seven if including the boy and the stupid fool who should have left the city with his friends when he had the chance. The whole scene was being watched from a hole in the ceiling. She heard words of quests and bandits and a sweet princess who needed rescuing. It was almost story book... She rose from the floor of her room and snapped at one of the bells about her hat. It has been awhile sense I took up an adventure... She thought. She smiled and kicked open a case and pulled out a violin. A sweet melody coming off of it. She exited the room and into the hall the sound of the tune vibrating through the walks. Then when she began to step down the stairs, a sound of tiny bells jiggling followed. When she came into veiw what they would mistake her for is a jester. She even had a black spade painted below her eyes. The eyes were a shining magenta and her hair only stopped at her shoulders. Black eyeliner went about her eyes. She moved straight for the table with her violin. To them she was fool, but she was actually a well skilled assassin. Once she got to the table the music stopped. She rested the violin on the table and placed a leg up on the table as she leaned over. She was very close to the paladin to the point his squire had a good view of the size of her medium sized breasts. She moved a hand to the boys face. "It's rude to stare boy." She spoke. Her voice was soft and a bit on a high side. Not too much though. Just a tiny bit. Her eyes never leaving the paladin's.
"I heard from up on high that you are looking for people to save the adorable princess?..." She said. Her demeanor a bit on the crazy side. "I know I look like a simple entertainer, but I am more then that. See." She with out hesitation took the paladins hand placing it on her wrist. It was there that he would feel a punching dagger. She then gestured to her boots. Putting pressure on the heel releasing a good two in knife blade to poke out the tip. "There are more in all kinds of places if you wish to check." She said raising hand almost to her chest before he forced it out of her grip. She had to laugh at it as well. The violin itself was compartment of her many toys.

Ishmael gulped at her and his only thoughts where... This is a wild one. "Your name?.." He asked. She perked up her brows as her eyes widened.
"I did not say it?... I swear I did.... " she responded a hand reaching her chin. "Well I could have forgotten too... Oh how rude of me, and to think I was going to make your hand grasp my breast without knowing it... The name is Ciceria..." She finally answered. This woman was clearly mad. She was a bit off but she will be acceptable.
"Welcome to the crew then." Ishmael said. He then stood. "That makes seven people,... I think we meet my quota." As he did so his squire rose in the same fashion. Ciceria winked at him and blew a kiss. The boys face turned red which made her laugh. Ciceria then brought hand up to her nose and looked around. "What is that god aweful smell." She looked down and beside her to wade. "Oh" Was all she managed to say. Ishmael had to sigh. If the boy was to be tested against lust... She would be the best test for him. "I will go prepare us a cart,... You can all join me or wait here. Either way we will leave once the cart has what we need that is." He then left them at the table to decide. Ciceria rose up grabbing her violin and darted up the stairs. She got her Violins case and put the instrument within. She then grabbed her belt which held her main dagger. It's blade three inches long. It was also rather curved as well. She returned to the door just in time to join the paladin. She looked rather excited. Then again she could have always looked like that. She was truly insane. He grabbed the parchment from the bulletin. Handing it to the boy. With that they headed towards the north east entrance. It was here he came up to a stable boy. "I need a cart filled with the necessary supplies." Ciceria found herself eyeing a white horse. Very beautiful...."Ooohh what a wonderful creature..." She said. Ishmael looked over and he found himself in agreement with her. She was well mannered. Side from her attempt to make him grope her. He hoped she wasn't serious with that attempt.

Nova felt the wagon pull to side of the path. She rose up as new ropes her bound to her wrists. They were stopping... Here of all places.... These bandits sure lacked brains. They pulled her and the wagon off the path and into the woods to get a good fire going. They hoped they would not be spotted but she doubted it. She sat there on the forest floor as they prepared the make shift camp. She sighed... She felt insulted that the clan of bandits sent these idiots. A few hours past the sun was making its trip downwards. She quickly heard rustling as they talked. Apparently they heard it to.. The rustling was followed by howls and barks. What emerged from the brush was a goblin. It seemed alone and Nova was already standing looking for its friends. One of the bandits moved towards it. What the bandit did next was foolish. He swung with his morning star smashing it into the creatures face killing it. Nova cursed..." You idiot,... That was just a scout. It's friends will have seen the act and will retaliate" she barked.

"i don't listen to you Elf witch.." He called her but when he blinked he saw it. Petruding from his stomach. A spear head. They soon where attacked by the other goblins and she took this moment to make her escape. She heard their screams but ignored them. As she ran she collided with the chest plate of a large orc. She saw the brand on his neck and she gestured behind her. "Your friends disturbed a goblin nest. We should leave before they come after us to." She said. The orc rose a brow grabbing the rope and pulling her along taking her advice. No honor among fools i suppose.

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@Warrior in the Shadows the cs is accepted. Nice story. Be a interesting twist in the sequel pops up and him an Hugh meet.