Mercinus3

The Prophecy

Ixion, while he trained his eyes on the woman that was in front of him to await the possible, kept note of the being that was above them. While he had the certainty that this person was not with them, he still had his doubts that the person was there to be antagonistic for her in case things didn’t go according to plan. There were too many variables in this vicinity. There was the woman, a rune blade in her hands. There was the person that kept their eyes and ears on the conversation. There was the possibility that the Ducal guards would be just around the corner in the case that a fight broke out. There was also a possibility of a mob fight that would break out because of the thrill and chance that people in this mob could get back at their bitter rivals. While the latter was a highly-unlikely case, it was one of the many variables that he had to take into account.

The one variable that he didn’t take into account was the figure’s next action. Due to unknown reasons, the figure, now having been identified as a male, had jumped from one side of the street to another, slamming against the wall of the building before scrambling up to the rooftop. What is that idiot doing? he thought, knowing that this man’s foolish actions had cost him the element of surprise in the case that he was, indeed, on his side. Now, his cards had been left bare and, with him rejecting the proposal that the woman had offered him, he was left to deal with the consequences. He kept the weight at the end of the chain on the ground, in the case that he needed it, but he knew that it would be helpful in any move that he might do to counteract hers. At least if the Ducal guards came that the unknown man above would bear witness to her making the first move.

She didn’t make any retort to his statement, which troubled him. He had noticed that she closed her eyes, though the inaudible mutter that he could see from her lips allowed him to know that she was about to cast a spell. This was verified a moment later when one of the runes flickered. During that time, he kept an image of everything that was around him. This had certainly been beneficial as his eyes burned with the abrupt light that shone out. The instance that the light had blinded him, he disappeared from the street, retreating to a higher location. The light still burned into the back of his eye socket, but at least he was out of harm’s way in case she was able to see him and was charging towards him. More importantly, he was somewhere close to where the man was. His mind was racing with what to do. This woman, he concluded, must have a way of detecting him. That was why she was able to find him in this city. This left with retreating being an unviable option. This left him with two options. One of those options was to disable her of her weapon. This would benefit everyone in the vicinity who was blinded by, hopefully, disrupt the flow that ebbed through the weapon. Not only that, but it would have disarmed her of one, possibly two if the blade also had all of her attacking arsenal on there, turning the entire fray into his favour. However, this would only work in the case that she remained still. She was more than likely trying to get to him to achieve what she wanted to do. This left only one other option.

He remained motionless, keeping the image of the area in his mind to be his eyes, as he whispered to the man. “Flee from this place and tell the Ducal guards that I had defended myself from her brash actions.” He drew a breath and whispered something else, though more for himself and whoever he has in mind.

“Please forgive me for what I am about to do.”

Before the man could retort to what he had said, he disappeared. He emerged in a rough position behind where the woman had stood. Whether she had remained where she was or if she moved to where he had been, she would have travelled in a straight line. Drawing one of his daggers, he turned around, throwing it with deadly accuracy in the general direction that she was in. Perhaps… just perhaps, she would survive this so that he wouldn’t have a bounty on his head.

The Scrolls of Gelbaron: The Forsaken Saga

Hey all,

I do apologize if I haven't been on in a while. University work had been a pain in the arse for a while. Also, things reared its ugly head at university (possibly one of the worst things that could happen during university, a death of a flatmate, occurred over the Easter holidays), so my mind has been occupied with other things. I'll try and get a post up here as soon as possible, but just so you guys know of the circumstances.

Please let me know if you guys are still interested in this RP and I'll try and get it started up again soon.

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The Prophecy

Hey guys,

I do apologize if I haven't been on in a while. Things reared its ugly head at university (possibly one of the worst things that could happen during university, a death of a flatmate, occurred over the Easter holidays), so my mind has been occupied with other things. I'll try and get a post up here as soon as possible, but just so you guys know of the circumstances.

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The Prophecy

And I have posted. Have fun writing a response, Rhaevnn :)

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The Prophecy

Much to the assassin’s chagrin, the woman standing before him hadn’t even flinched. Either that or she was very good at supressing her emotions for him to exploit, he could not tell. This certainly unnerved him if intimidation didn’t work on her. If she was a mage, that meant that she would be able to cast spells without any sort of problem at all, compared with the novice Rune-Mage that he encountered before in this city. He knew he should have gotten to his previous client, gotten the money and got out before anyone picked him out. Now, he has to deal with this woman. Seeing the events rolled out as they have now, he knew he should have scarpered off when he had the chance. Still, he had the other person to rely on in the case she went for him, now that she has her weapon drawn. Ixion mentally noted the runes that were on the sword. The pale glow that came from the crystal indicated, at least to him, that she was a Rune Mage, but if she was able to find him thus far in Zerul. Despite his weakened state, he still held on to his weapon, throwing caution into the wind. She knew of two of his magical abilities, least of all his ability to teleport though he hasn’t revealed the limitations to the spell as far as he was aware of. He still had one more trick up his sleeve just in case she does attack.

"I serve the Duke of Zerul. And he wants the Fixer to stop disrupting out efforts to prevent the Crimson Dawn from acting within Zerul. Let me examine your eyes so I can ascertain whether you are him, or I will have to examine them against your will."

So, she works for the master of this region, he thought, keeping the mental note for a future reference. He wasn’t sure if the merchant he had killed previously for his client was important for the Duke, but he knew that he can’t give that life back. The laws of magic were certain of that, but also for another reason if that law wasn’t in existence. As soon as she finished, he laughed at her, as if something she had said was a joke. When he finished a moment later, he glared at her with the same piercing stare he always had. “You think I’m with those fools…” he started, his throat burning. “While I do serve the Grand Master, which I could gather that you already know otherwise you wouldn’t be confronting me on this matter, I am not a part of the Dawn. While the majority of those fools decided to sell their souls for whatever they want, I still have mine. I am… a steel-for-hire, if that’s what they call it in Zerul.” The statements he were saying were technically true, despite him signing one of the contracts automatically guarantee him a part in said group. The details of that contract were different from any other and he was not going to give a single detail of that away, lest he turn the person up above away for it.

While he tried to state that he was not a part of the Crimson Dawn, Ixion thought about the latter part of what this woman had said to him. Despite everything he has seen, or the lack of, from her, he knew that she would not be intimidated by him at all. He also knew that she didn’t draw her weapon until he drew his, despite the close call she indicated earlier when her hand almost reached for it when he revealed the teleportation magic. Since she hadn’t attacked him yet, even with the intimidation that he failed to give her, the assassin concluded that she was only brandishing her weapon to show that she was ready to defend herself. This was certainly a natural reaction to give to someone when they were wielding a weapon themselves. No, he concluded that, despite all of this, he wasn’t going to provoke her to attack him directly through fear mongering. He had to think of another way to get out of this or for her to start attacking him first.

“Despite your threats against me just so you can examine your eyes,” he started, responding to her demands. “I do not have to obey them. As I have said, I am a steel-for-hire, so I am not obliged to grant those requests. The only people I take orders from are my deity, through his infernal contract, or those who paid for my services.” He dropped the weight of his weapon, the metal landing on the ground in a dull thud. The chains that were around his hand uncoiled as it followed. He didn’t fancy his arm tiring from holding the weight for a long time, not in this condition. If things break down, he needed every bit of his strength to react. Moreso in his physical state. “So unless you do not have any valid reason as to why you need to examine my eyes besides forcing me, I am obliged to depart from this street.”

The Prophecy

Rhaevnn Xeno said
I'm honestly just waiting for Merc.

Hehe to think that I was waiting for you before I did :P In that case, I'll get one up in the next hour :)

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The Prophecy

I'm also alive and kicking. I should have more free time now since I've handed in the bulk of my final year project, so expect a post from me.

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The Scrolls of Gelbaron: The Forsaken Saga

I'm still here. I've got a deadline for my final project at the end of next week to concentrate on. I should be able to post afterwards.

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The Scrolls of Gelbaron: The Forsaken Saga

For a few, intense moments, no one had come to Auroreon’s call. Already, he had to clear the area he was in with a few surprising humans that were still alive from the opposing force. He had seen in the corner of his eyes someone using magic that was very close by, though he was unable to identify the magister that had used it at that moment in time. Yet, the sight of the magic looked very familiar from before. Not that it matters. The only thing that mattered to him was the area around him to gather more forces, an area that seemed to be hit the hardest in all of the fight. To be fair to the opposing forces, the line of magisters and marksmen behind the centre of the line were at its thickest, so decimating that area would be the most beneficial to them, despite the prospect of a crossfire effect should they decimate the centre of the line. It was the only reason why he was determined to keep the centre of the infantry line intact so that there would be a lot of enemies to slay so that there would be less werepyres to face the ranged troops when the lines break.

It was then that he had noticed her. An injured human decided to attack someone that was in the midst of the battle. He recognized her from a few occasions as a Void Creature who, every time she went to the Void, forgot everything when she recovered from her realm. She was a familiar face in this battle, even though he couldn’t remember her name at the present time. She cast something that created thousands of snake-like things from her back. The injured human screamed and disappeared from the battle, the prospect of fighting something like that horrifying, similar to fighting something undead at the Necromancer Tower at Galbeez. Even for a hardened warrior as himself, Auroreon got chills of dread when witnessing something like that. It was a good thing that she was on their side. He had been concentrating on another werepyre when she conjured another one of her weapons to cripple another. Another human decided to attack him from behind, though a pair of pitch-black daggers protruding from the man’s back and neck. He looked back as the same woman walked over the dying man, stopping them twitching with a boot to the head. It was then he could remember her name. “It’s good to see you again, Break,” he started, fatigue still clear in his voice. It was then another voice called to him.

"Pick up your sword if you don't have some trick up in your sleeve."

The mercenary turned around and noticed the winged being that had hissed at him. With the gun that the being, Narandail he assumed from the off chance, had, he assumed that he came from the ranged unit line behind them. “Just looking to keep our line intact so that you guys can still give them hell,” he barked back, gritting his teeth as he finished off a dying werepyre. “The commanders seem to be dropping like flies. Someone’s got to keep the morale in check, lest we lose on this day.” He spotted another werepyre that was close to one of the banner guards, overwhelming their guards and about to deal a deadly blow. He reached at his belt and drew a flintlock pistol, still dry despite the current climate. With a steady aim, he pulled the trigger, sending the steel ball from the barrel. He knew that it was a highly unlikely shot that would hit the werepyre, more impossible to hit the head of the werepyre with his ability with the firearm, but this siege still holds many surprises as that had happened. Stabbing his claymore into the ground, he began refilling his pistol, despite the stinging acrid smell of gunpowder in his nostrils. During the motion, he didn’t hear what Narandail had said before he himself had finished loading. It was then that Auroreon heard the agiroan’s note.

“I wonder why they don't fly when it'd give them obvious edge. It bothers me."

“Now that you mention it, it bothers me as well,[/i] Auroreon agreed. They had used the tactic in previous skirmishes in this siege, especially in the beginning. There wasn’t a werepyre in the sky and this worried him. What worried him more, however, was when he began to closely observe the battlefield around them. “Now that you mention it, there are a lot less werepyres than the previous skirmish. What…” It wasn’t until he began to pose that question to the small group that his question was soon answered. From the edges of the forest more werepyres charged. While they were a lot smaller than the ones that were on the battlefield at the moment, some of them joined in the battle, several limbs flying through the air as a result. But what caught his attention the most was that the majority of them were taking to the sky, charging straight for the ranged unit’s line. “We both had to have said something, didn’t we?!” he roared, taking down one of the smaller werepyres that approached them. Placing the pistol into his belt, he drew his dagger and threw it at a close group of werepyres that were flying towards the line. The dagger, unlike the uncertainty of the bullet that was fired a moment ago, was more confidently thrown as its sharp blade tore through the wing membrane and sinking into the side of another. Now things went downhill as the marksmen and magisters desperately aimed at the approaching enemy to clear them before it reached them. Before Auroreon could issue any more commands to those in his vicinity, a group of large werepyres charged towards them, claws honed towards the three of them

The Scrolls of Gelbaron: The Forsaken Saga

I am still here as well. Just university life (Final year is a pain in the ass, with a final year project due in about 2 weeks time this Friday). I'll be working on a post now before I head off to an Open Evening in London.

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