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The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

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Well well well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions.

WoT: The Dark One's Own Luck.

How he had arrived there, he did not know. Only by the will of the dark one himself could this have happened, and what he saw was beyond his fear and the death of hope. The Blasted Lands of the Blight swepts under his gaze like a preview to the unmaking of the world, and passed the scarred, bony landscape of beasts was the very bore itself. The scene came to a crescendo when he saw a mountainous crag that towered into the sky; a knife of black iron and flame that belched forth the incinerating essence of Shaitan himself. The very thought of it made him wish he was allowed to buckle his knees and fall to the ground in obsequiousness, but he was forced to watch until he saw the very face of the devil itself.

A blackened face in terrible contortion, with eyes that glowed of evil and a mouth that leaked out hellfire. The stately figure suddenly towered over him, and in his hands were the man's very soul. Horror and dread filled him, but he could still not look away as the energy was life was drained out of him, and he fell headlong into the fires of Shayo Ghul to meet his end, with but one last message granted to him by his benefactor.

"Seek the boy with the red eyes..."

Jaichim Carridin awoke with a start, sweat pouring off of his body. He felt himself and realized he was still whole and untouched, but to his horror, he slid the sheets off himself to reveal a blackened handprint beside his bed, and smoke coiled from the burnt area.

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The path was not rough at first, winding through the lightly wooded forest to the north, cultivated for centuries by Illianers for lumber and various fruits. Their wine fields were to the east, Ali had discovered through overhearing Deslan prattle on and on about how he supped much of its bounty the night previously. Darius Klien seemed to enjoy the conversation, though he was always looking around suspiciously in Ali's opinion. He had taken a liking of Mave, but it seemed more like he wanted to impress a pretty girl than anything truly nefarious, especially considering Ali was playing the role of her fiance.

Tanil seemed to appear ahead of them and behind them at will, though it was always after Ali was certain the man had been right beside him a moment before. As for himself, he carried himself as tall as he could, his bow strung and set along his back and his staff in his hand like a walking stick. Always best to have it on hand, his father had told him, and if they think it's just a stick, more fool them. Death came swiftest to those that underestimated someone, he suspected. He just hoped he didn't need to prove or disprove that theory anytime soon.

"So Darian, where did you learn to shoot the bow?" Darius asked, giving him a sidelong glance. "That's a big one for a Camelyn bow, but I guess I'm not expert."

It took Ali more than a second to remember that was the name he had given himself, and when Mave gave him an expectant look it clicked in his head. He was glad he wasn't at the farm anymore, else he would have been called woolheaded by countless people. See if they take the deception better!

"Oh uh... outside. I...I learned from my father. He was a soldier in the war when the Aiel attacked." He explained, realizing he could tell the truth in most of that capacity anyway.

"He must have gotten the bow in the war too. How far can you shoot that thing?" He asked, genuinely curious Ali thought.

"I can kill a deer at two hundred yards if there's nothing in my way. If I had to I could shoot almost twice that far, but I don't know if I could hit anything I wanted to." He confessed. Not as good as his da or Brimford Coplin, but he still felt proud at being the third best shot in the two rivers.

"Must be those special eyes of yours! That'd be a fine shot."

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The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

He couldn't quite gauge what they were after, and he couldn't exactly ask them yet. He needed to break the ice as it were. Caber pushed off the wall, and as if life were a high budget film, he seemed to have materialized amongst them once their eyes panned around them a bit. Barley would be facing the Fae, Caber looking none the worse for wear amid the group.

"Now now, fellows, please!" He cried in the middle of them. The thugs would likely be a bit taken aback from his appearance, he guessed. He still wished for their attention. His fae nature tended to draw in more curiosity than anger, at least until curiosity was sated. "The way you do this is buy the most expensive brew in Barley's alehouse and sweet talk the lady. Violence never solves anything. I'm sure there is a reasonable outcome to this entire debacle, wouldn't you say?"

He wasn't going to do any of his major tricks until he got some answers. But perhaps they were dumb enough to follow his advice, so he decided to lend a hand.
@Penny

Hider

Caber jumps into the middle of them to confuse them a bit and maybe solve the problem. Unfortunately my 'lend a hand' roll was a 3 in total.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

• What’s your character’s beef with ______?
• What’s your character hoping to get from ____?

@Penny

These are the two!

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

Caber slunk in, not generally one to hurry unless he felt the rush of his fae spirit about him. Even seeing a friend and a delectable woman trapped, he wanted to best know how to help them first so he kept his cool. He decided he would try and figure them out with a look from his keen eyes. He wanted to guess their intentions. Clearly they meant harm, but not immediately. What would they need Barley and a woman for?

He kept quiet, leaning against the wall near the door and the bigger tables beside the small foyer. Anyone looking his way would see a casual, strikingly dashing youth, appearing barely out of his teens. His hands in his pockets, he simply gauged what was happening as the fellows talked amongst one another.

Before they truly got their hands on one of the two behind the bar, he smirked.

"So..." He said, his voice carrying across the floor. "Is it happy hour yet or did I catch some bears looking for a den?" Caber's smile showed his white teeth, knowing full well the insult wouldn't go over most of their heads. 'Good Old Boys' like those in the order weren't keen on being confused for homosexuals, which Caber found strange. He might not partake, but people didn't have any qualms about delving into such acts for thousands of years. America certainly was a strange land.

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Checks them out, and then gets their attention. Rolled a 6 (4+2) on Figure them out.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Stinger's grin was lost when flame and shrapnel erupted behind her. Had she not been sporting her armor, she might have been seriously wounded. As it stood, the grenade had passed her and hit the back wall within the compound, engulfing one of her gangers and knocking the other two against the wall. The mob boss was flung forward, her body and rifle slamming into Junebug to send them both tumbling into the grime and dirt.

"Dammit," Neil cursed, lowering his weapon when he saw he couldn't shoot one without killing the other in the process. He holstered the grenade launcher on his back and swung about his rifle, flipping off the safety with a 'click'. "Guess it's a cat fight." He quipped, joking of course. Despite the dismissive name, he knew if he leapt into the tussle he'd have no better chance than either of coming out on top. Junebug was more than a match for him in their wrestling matches most of the time and Stinger looked like she was used to killing men larger than her to reach her position.

He leaped off the roof of the building and aligned his battle-rifle to his eye. Immediately the darkened night was flooded with light through the scope as he surveyed the area quickly. The explosions had cast the battle into an all-out quagmire. Bullets and laser rang out through the night across battleline. Neil saw two mutants struggling on the ground, both stabbing at one another with strangely shaped knives. Upon further inspection, he saw they were shivs made from broken aircar parts. Neil passed them, hefting his rifle and discharging a shot, taking a spider in the next. His next shot blew a gout of blood out of the head of a scorpion that had poked his head out too far from the sandbags.

A bullet punched into his flack fest, causing him to grunt. He turned from where he felt the bullet hit and fired at a ganger caught with a dumb look on his face. The round punched through his groin, sending him to the ground.

"Gotta get to Sayeeda..." He told himself.

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

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Kayden took a moment to process everything that subsequently occurred, and it left him a bit perplexed.

The bandits fell back in good order. Or, they fell back because of the students' and teachers' good order. Everyone he saw had kept their head and made a good account. Even Kellen who seemed particularly nervous had performed admirably. Everyone had, save for Isolde. The poor student seemed stricken with doubt and fear, which was normal for someone who had never seen combat before. He didn't blame her. He just felt a bit bad on her account. So far their group hadn't needed all hands on deck with the bandits being dispatched left and right. Michail even got Isolde and a few of the others and advanced in their 'territory.' Kayden had to admit he a felt a bit put off that he hadn't been indicated to join, but the feeling was lost when he heard and felt something new happening. An energy permeating them began to grow and grow, mounting into some unknown outcome with a foul purpose. This was the cause of the explosion?

"Why the hell would someone just...blow something up with magic!?" He asked aloud. There were far more useful ways to dispatch opponents or send fear into someone's heart. It even lacked creativity, though he supposed it was effective to use on large groups of enemies in a closed group, which they unfortunately were right at this moment. Swiftly he cast his gaze across the battlefield and the ruined buildings of the village to catch a glimpse of any mage that hid within, but so far he saw nothing of the sort.

Instead, he did notice a large group of the bandits wheeling 'round the group to attack from the rear to flank them, using the terrain and ramshakle lodgings to try and remain hidden, particularly while the students and teachers' eyes were cast ahead. The Prince might not have been sent ahead with the vanguard, but he would make sure he would die before any of these cowards stabbed one of his classmates in the back!

Kayden calmed himself, willing his eyes to avert from the sneaking bandits so as to let them come closer with a false sense of security. He even decided to cross his arms and whistle idly, a bit too innocently but the bandits seemed not to pay that any mind. He could now almost hear the soft pad of their boots as they slunk across the group. He waited more; waited until he felt it was almost too late to turn around, and once he did he saw the five of them just four paces away, eyes widened at their position suddenly being discovered.

The five cutthroats ran at him, trying to overwhelm him with surprise and numbers. But Kayden was quick with his blade and drew it out before they reached him.

"For Adrestia!" He cried, leaping into their midst to their astonishment, the bold and insane act causing them to fumble a bit with their weapons as his sword moved in a blur, desperately cutting any limb and body part it could find. The Prince's cry was to garner the notice of his allies as well, in case he should fall (or more realistically, so they could help!). "For Adrestia and House Hresvelg!"

His blade caught the short, stabbing sword of a bandit and knocked it wide, and Kayden punched the bandit with a closed fist to send him reeling. His backhand swipe blinded another as it slashed over their eyes, the blood on the tip of his blade both old and new as it smeared across another arm. Briefly he felt something bite his stomach, but he couldn't stop now or be cut down! One bandit screamed in fear and hatred, grasping at their eyes as another tried to keep the pressure on a stomach wound. Kayden couldn't hold out for much longer, attempting to backpedal, fully aware he was losing his edge.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

How big are the chances of someone who has next to zero idea about the rules (yet) to be able to participate in this ? :)

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@Fetzen

You have just described me and I am doing fine, my friend :)