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lol tatts there were pony sympathazers amongst us. But kudos, that was pretty bad ass.
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Posted 16 September 2012 - 07:06 PM
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Posted 17 September 2012 - 04:53 AM
choices are all in.
working out a resolve
working out a resolve
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Posted 17 September 2012 - 05:24 AM
They were, in their latter days, wont to take up causes at odds to the need for revenge, and indeed survival
duiker
on the talon
"you see this rune here?"
starling leaned in closer and squinted a little "The one that looks like a crippled hand?"
the mage frowned a little, "I suppose so yes. Well this is the only one that matters, this blade is not of Wu"
"Well I'd figured that, but where is it from, do these runes give it any... advantages over any other blade?"
The mage puffed out his cheeks,"phew, its hard to tell exactly, at a guess I'd say its from somewhere very raw, almost primeval. Yes, I'd need to test it a little more but I'm relatively sure it should act as an anchor, or a conduit, if you will, to channel elemental powers away"
"Away where?"
"That's what I would have to test it for my dear, to find out."
"Worth much?"
The mage paused, calculating, slowly he said, "not really, it would be more of a tool for rituals than a weapon, I would be interested from an academical point of view"
Star glanced up at the mages face, noting the avid gleam in his eye, she could read faces well, and this one was a lying bastards, "I think I'll hold on to it for now, it might not be worth much but it has a nice balance"
she quickly left.
Messremb reclined on the chair the artist had provided. He was unsure what notion of vanity had spurred him to commission a portrait, but here he was, sipping on a quite delirious chilled white, posing for the renowned Dolmen. He'd heard great things about the man, his ability to capture people in vivid detail, if he was going to get a picture it would be a fine one at the very least. Messremb glanced over at the labouring artist, he did seem to be using a lot of brown....
The hog nursed his ale, brooding, muttering to himself
"bastards gonna get it this time, ain't natural"
he took another sip of his drink, making a face, goods it was a foul brew
"enough paralt to kill a fucking horse, ain't natural, no way"
He drained his ale and slammed his tankard down, swiftly making his way to the door.
"No mistakes this time, a cusser'll do him good"
Tattersail had a hangover, the worst she had had in years. But at least she was sober and slightly clear headed, she knew now what she had to do.
Bliss had to be recaptured, sent back tot he astral plane she was summoned from. And Tatts knew just how to catch the bitch, pity the thief would have to die, but Tatts needed that dagger.
Bliss looked around furtively, she had to get out of this place, it was starting to pain her. If she had her dagger back maybe she would have a chance of surviving but it was too late. Time to smash this body and force the gate
The Talon followed the demon at a discreet distance, sure she was unaware of him. like it or not, I still serve the empire, you're too dangerous to be left alive demon
He thought on all he had seen of her, attacking was suicide but there was nothing else to be done, she couldn't be allowed to reach her gate, she would come back then, properly prepared for the rigours of this world, properly prepared to dominate.
"Artist"
"Yes sir?"
"Why do you use so much brown? I have only a little hair and wear no beard"
"But you are covered in brown fur my good sir"
Messrembs eyes narrowed, his lips pulled back in a soundless snarl how does he see that??
Dolmen looked at his client again, murder clearly visible in his eyes oh this is bad, better I throw myself out the window and die than risk a soletakens bite
Dolmen hurled himself at the open window as Messremb surged forward, sembling as he leapt.
The explosion launched dolmen straight out the window, his flight carrying him clean across the street, into the local brothel, rather than to the hard rain slicked cobbles below.
Messremb was blown back across the room, stunned and bloody, but a live.
Hog watched Dolmen sail across the street. Furious.
The explosion up the street startled Tattersail, just as she was about to lash star with lightning, sizzle her to a crisp half turning her aim was off. It caught Star in the legs, an agony that wouldn't let up. Star screamed and thrashed but couldn't escape, she rammed her stolen dagger into her heart to end the pain.
Tattersail sagged as she felt a massive draw on her power
"where
what.."
Passed out as the surge of power overwhelmed her.
Bliss was standing on the ledge again no mistakes this time
she stepped off the edge, the gate ready to open when she was free of her bodies chains.
Pathos leapt on Bliss' back as she dropped.
His attack was suicidal to say the least. Bliss didn't have a chance to react as the gate exploded, lightning bolts lashing all around them, killing them both instantly.
How it went down
Pathos and Bliss both shot themselves, were not attacked - died
Starling and Dolmen shot themselves, were attacked - survived
Tattersail shot starling, was not attacked - survived
Messremb and Hog shot dolmen, were not attacked - survived
so we have 5 left
Starling
Dolmen+
Tatts
Messremb
Hog
round 3, its on!
duiker
on the talon
"you see this rune here?"
starling leaned in closer and squinted a little "The one that looks like a crippled hand?"
the mage frowned a little, "I suppose so yes. Well this is the only one that matters, this blade is not of Wu"
"Well I'd figured that, but where is it from, do these runes give it any... advantages over any other blade?"
The mage puffed out his cheeks,"phew, its hard to tell exactly, at a guess I'd say its from somewhere very raw, almost primeval. Yes, I'd need to test it a little more but I'm relatively sure it should act as an anchor, or a conduit, if you will, to channel elemental powers away"
"Away where?"
"That's what I would have to test it for my dear, to find out."
"Worth much?"
The mage paused, calculating, slowly he said, "not really, it would be more of a tool for rituals than a weapon, I would be interested from an academical point of view"
Star glanced up at the mages face, noting the avid gleam in his eye, she could read faces well, and this one was a lying bastards, "I think I'll hold on to it for now, it might not be worth much but it has a nice balance"
she quickly left.
Messremb reclined on the chair the artist had provided. He was unsure what notion of vanity had spurred him to commission a portrait, but here he was, sipping on a quite delirious chilled white, posing for the renowned Dolmen. He'd heard great things about the man, his ability to capture people in vivid detail, if he was going to get a picture it would be a fine one at the very least. Messremb glanced over at the labouring artist, he did seem to be using a lot of brown....
The hog nursed his ale, brooding, muttering to himself
"bastards gonna get it this time, ain't natural"
he took another sip of his drink, making a face, goods it was a foul brew
"enough paralt to kill a fucking horse, ain't natural, no way"
He drained his ale and slammed his tankard down, swiftly making his way to the door.
"No mistakes this time, a cusser'll do him good"
Tattersail had a hangover, the worst she had had in years. But at least she was sober and slightly clear headed, she knew now what she had to do.
Bliss had to be recaptured, sent back tot he astral plane she was summoned from. And Tatts knew just how to catch the bitch, pity the thief would have to die, but Tatts needed that dagger.
Bliss looked around furtively, she had to get out of this place, it was starting to pain her. If she had her dagger back maybe she would have a chance of surviving but it was too late. Time to smash this body and force the gate
The Talon followed the demon at a discreet distance, sure she was unaware of him. like it or not, I still serve the empire, you're too dangerous to be left alive demon
He thought on all he had seen of her, attacking was suicide but there was nothing else to be done, she couldn't be allowed to reach her gate, she would come back then, properly prepared for the rigours of this world, properly prepared to dominate.
"Artist"
"Yes sir?"
"Why do you use so much brown? I have only a little hair and wear no beard"
"But you are covered in brown fur my good sir"
Messrembs eyes narrowed, his lips pulled back in a soundless snarl how does he see that??
Dolmen looked at his client again, murder clearly visible in his eyes oh this is bad, better I throw myself out the window and die than risk a soletakens bite
Dolmen hurled himself at the open window as Messremb surged forward, sembling as he leapt.
The explosion launched dolmen straight out the window, his flight carrying him clean across the street, into the local brothel, rather than to the hard rain slicked cobbles below.
Messremb was blown back across the room, stunned and bloody, but a live.
Hog watched Dolmen sail across the street. Furious.
The explosion up the street startled Tattersail, just as she was about to lash star with lightning, sizzle her to a crisp half turning her aim was off. It caught Star in the legs, an agony that wouldn't let up. Star screamed and thrashed but couldn't escape, she rammed her stolen dagger into her heart to end the pain.
Tattersail sagged as she felt a massive draw on her power
"where
what.."
Passed out as the surge of power overwhelmed her.
Bliss was standing on the ledge again no mistakes this time
she stepped off the edge, the gate ready to open when she was free of her bodies chains.
Pathos leapt on Bliss' back as she dropped.
His attack was suicidal to say the least. Bliss didn't have a chance to react as the gate exploded, lightning bolts lashing all around them, killing them both instantly.
How it went down
Pathos and Bliss both shot themselves, were not attacked - died
Starling and Dolmen shot themselves, were attacked - survived
Tattersail shot starling, was not attacked - survived
Messremb and Hog shot dolmen, were not attacked - survived
so we have 5 left
Starling
Dolmen+
Tatts
Messremb
Hog
round 3, its on!
2012
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#184
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Posted 17 September 2012 - 10:22 AM
Brothel dive for the win!
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#185
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Posted 17 September 2012 - 10:31 AM
Dolmen+, on 17 September 2012 - 10:22 AM, said:
Brothel dive for the win!
I may target you this round. It is a possibility. Shoot yourself to be safe
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#188
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Posted 17 September 2012 - 03:02 PM
Tattersail, on 17 September 2012 - 10:31 AM, said:
Dolmen+, on 17 September 2012 - 10:22 AM, said:
Brothel dive for the win!
I may target you this round. It is a possibility. Shoot yourself to be safe
Done!
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Posted 17 September 2012 - 05:06 PM
waiting on one choice, but realistically it will be a pm GMT resolve, travel day tomorrow
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Posted 18 September 2012 - 05:17 PM
5 choices are in, I shall endevour to work it out before I finish unpacking.
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Posted 18 September 2012 - 07:01 PM
What mad ambition drove man to take the route of the soletaken? We shall never truly know
Heboric
Tattersail was drunk
Roaring drunk, at that stage where you're actually aware that you have no control over your body and you don't give a fuck.
"Blaytch!"
wait, that's not right
"Blyuthd!"
damnit, time to get home
Messremb watched the drunk stumble up the street, pausing to vomit on her sandals for what had to be the third time in the last hour. he was impressed she was still standing, for a human she had taken quite a skinful. It would take considerably more than I could physically drink for wine to hit me so
Messremb wasn't bitter, it didn't do to dwell on what he missed out on, he had made the choice many years ago and the gains surely outweighed the losses. Besides, he thought as he glanced down at his cup, the locally brewed spirit packed one hell of a punch, and he had two bottles down him already. barman's looking at me funny, must think I'm pouring it on the ground
Messremb smiled to himself, and signalled for another bottle of the fire brew.
Starling was studying the knife wound again, the blade had melted somehow inside her chest, and not killed her.
Hog cleared his throat nervously
Starling looked up and blushed, she had been looking down her top for a good two minutes.
"Sorry, I uh, was just checking something"
"Fine, that's fine" thieves, perverts the lot of them "so do you think you can help me?"
"Well, I'm not adverse to a bit of knife work but I'm a thief, wouldn't an assassin like Centz be of more use?"
"The great Centz is dead" Hog snapped
"shes.." dead, how could I not know this? what has happened me, that damned lightning... "Yes, sorry of course. Provided there is sufficient...renumeration I'll help you end this man"
"Excellent...
The Soletaken won't rest until I'm dead, its time to sharpen the brushes again
Dolmen set to it.
"Sir are you sure you want another? You've finished five already and I've know men to drop dead after two"
"Gimme a
Gimme an
Gimme aNOTHER ONE!" Messremb shouted, waving the empty bottle at the barkeep "I'll, I'll tear this peace to places! I Swear to all the Gods, and, and, and all them other bashtards too!"
The man hurridly fetched another bottle this will surely kill him, hood forgive me, he's drinking himself to death
When he returned to the table Messremb was slumped on the table, he carefully checked for signs of life oh crap
Dolmen had seen Messremb slump to the table perfect opportunity
He darted forward and stabbed for the heart with his trusty paintbrush.
Messremb jolted upright, his eye almost popping out of his head. His head whipped round to face the frozen artist
"Oh dear"
Messremb grabbed him and threw him through the wall out into the street, where Starling and the Hog were waiting for him.
"looks like the writings on the wall Dolmen
YYEEEEEEAAAHHHHH!!!"
Tattersail was lost, she had definitely been this way before, possibly seven times
"YYEEEEEEAAAHHHHH!!!"
"whos
whosaidthat?" demanded tatts, spinning frantically she saw hog, a knife dripping blood in his hand. She didn't even think, this was blind drunk instinct. She let rip with everything she could muster, obliterating the hog. Then she vomited, and passed out
How it went.
Messremb shot himself, was attacked - survived
Tattesail shot hog, was not attacked - survived
Starling shot dolmen, was not attacked - surived
Hog shot dolmen, was attacked - died
Dolmen shot messremb, was attacked - died
three remain for round 4
Messremb
Tatts
Starling
choices please!
Heboric
Tattersail was drunk
Roaring drunk, at that stage where you're actually aware that you have no control over your body and you don't give a fuck.
"Blaytch!"
wait, that's not right
"Blyuthd!"
damnit, time to get home
Messremb watched the drunk stumble up the street, pausing to vomit on her sandals for what had to be the third time in the last hour. he was impressed she was still standing, for a human she had taken quite a skinful. It would take considerably more than I could physically drink for wine to hit me so
Messremb wasn't bitter, it didn't do to dwell on what he missed out on, he had made the choice many years ago and the gains surely outweighed the losses. Besides, he thought as he glanced down at his cup, the locally brewed spirit packed one hell of a punch, and he had two bottles down him already. barman's looking at me funny, must think I'm pouring it on the ground
Messremb smiled to himself, and signalled for another bottle of the fire brew.
Starling was studying the knife wound again, the blade had melted somehow inside her chest, and not killed her.
Hog cleared his throat nervously
Starling looked up and blushed, she had been looking down her top for a good two minutes.
"Sorry, I uh, was just checking something"
"Fine, that's fine" thieves, perverts the lot of them "so do you think you can help me?"
"Well, I'm not adverse to a bit of knife work but I'm a thief, wouldn't an assassin like Centz be of more use?"
"The great Centz is dead" Hog snapped
"shes.." dead, how could I not know this? what has happened me, that damned lightning... "Yes, sorry of course. Provided there is sufficient...renumeration I'll help you end this man"
"Excellent...
The Soletaken won't rest until I'm dead, its time to sharpen the brushes again
Dolmen set to it.
"Sir are you sure you want another? You've finished five already and I've know men to drop dead after two"
"Gimme a
Gimme an
Gimme aNOTHER ONE!" Messremb shouted, waving the empty bottle at the barkeep "I'll, I'll tear this peace to places! I Swear to all the Gods, and, and, and all them other bashtards too!"
The man hurridly fetched another bottle this will surely kill him, hood forgive me, he's drinking himself to death
When he returned to the table Messremb was slumped on the table, he carefully checked for signs of life oh crap
Dolmen had seen Messremb slump to the table perfect opportunity
He darted forward and stabbed for the heart with his trusty paintbrush.
Messremb jolted upright, his eye almost popping out of his head. His head whipped round to face the frozen artist
"Oh dear"
Messremb grabbed him and threw him through the wall out into the street, where Starling and the Hog were waiting for him.
"looks like the writings on the wall Dolmen
YYEEEEEEAAAHHHHH!!!"
Tattersail was lost, she had definitely been this way before, possibly seven times
"YYEEEEEEAAAHHHHH!!!"
"whos
whosaidthat?" demanded tatts, spinning frantically she saw hog, a knife dripping blood in his hand. She didn't even think, this was blind drunk instinct. She let rip with everything she could muster, obliterating the hog. Then she vomited, and passed out
How it went.
Messremb shot himself, was attacked - survived
Tattesail shot hog, was not attacked - survived
Starling shot dolmen, was not attacked - surived
Hog shot dolmen, was attacked - died
Dolmen shot messremb, was attacked - died
three remain for round 4
Messremb
Tatts
Starling
choices please!
This post has been edited by Macros: 18 September 2012 - 07:03 PM
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#192
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Posted 18 September 2012 - 07:09 PM
Mmm Bacon
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Posted 18 September 2012 - 09:17 PM
Mmm alcohol. Although I'll take a side of bacon too
"see that stranger's arm crushing the life from him - do you understand? Not an eternal prison for Messremb"
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Posted 18 September 2012 - 09:25 PM
Cock.
The love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: thou art a villain.
"Perhaps we think up our own destinies and so, in a sense, deserve whatever happens to us, for not having had the wit to imagine something better." ― Iain Banks
"Perhaps we think up our own destinies and so, in a sense, deserve whatever happens to us, for not having had the wit to imagine something better." ― Iain Banks
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Posted 19 September 2012 - 05:02 AM
I'll have my ironically justified rashers of bacon to go please.
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Posted 19 September 2012 - 07:46 AM
Jade-Green Pig-Hog Swine-Beast, on 18 September 2012 - 09:25 PM, said:
Cock.
I've never targetted you before, but I was hungry
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Posted 19 September 2012 - 07:52 AM
choices are in.
im currently chasing up an internationasl package thats gone missing
im currently chasing up an internationasl package thats gone missing
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Posted 19 September 2012 - 12:10 PM
Always an even trade, easy to say but it puts an awful burden on the mage's soul
Dujek
Tattersail's head was pounding.
Groaning she opened her eyes and the fetid alley swam into view. how did I end up here, is this as far as I made it from the bar?
Her feet were aching, as if she'd walked miles last night, this made no sense.
Then she saw the bodies, one twisted and broken, clearly killed by sorcery.
A flash of recollection hit Tatts and guilt flooded the pit of her stomach, she rolled over and heaved, the was nothing there to bring up, but that didn't stop her body trying.
she struggled to her feet and stumbled away from the grizzly scene I need a drink
Starling was studying the wound again. She could feel the twisted metal in side her, why wasn't she dead? She rapped on the scar with her knuckles, and screamed.
Messremb didn't get hangovers, thank the gods, but the wound where the artist had stabbed him was slow to heal and it was iritating him.
maybe another bottle, just to take the edge off it
By the time Messremb got to the bar tattersail was already passed out drunk, he looked at her in surprise she must have come back last night, no way she could have got that drunk again today already
"Bar tender, a bottle of that foul stuff I had last night please"
"Yes sir" the barman answered nervously, the small man frightened him, the anger and strength he had erupted with last night marked him as a dangerous man.
"Barman, some wine when you have a moment"
"Yes mam" the barman hurried to get the two drinks.
Starling watched the barman scurry off, wondering why he was looking so nervous. She wasn't feeling great herself, she had passed out after thumping her scar, the metal must be touching something important. She winced as she brushed against the bar.
Messremb took to the same chair he was in the night before. Starling crossed over the bar and sat opposite him, Messremb looked at her, then pointedly looked around at all the other empty tables in the establishment
"Can I help you?"
"Actually, I'm kinda hoping you can, you're soletaken aren't you?"
Messremb started out of his chair and starling raised her hands "Woa, I don't care, I just have some questions, I have a problem you see...
Tattersail stirred from her slumber, old nightmares haunting her. Dead men and women accusing her I should have done more, they laid down their lives for me
The apparitions wouldn't leave her alone
She lurched to her feet, shouting and swinging her fists, stumbling around the bar grappling with imaginary foes. Swinging her fists at the air.
She started stumbling sideways, frantically trying to keep her balance, whilst fending off her ghostly attackers. Windmilling at increasing speed she crashed into the table Star and Messremb were sharing.
The table jolted star in the chest, and knocked Messremb back into his seat, lighting up the agony in the brush wound.
Both yelling in incoherent rage Star and Messremb viciously attacked Tattersail, tearing her to pieces.
When they stopped and looked at each other, splattered in blood and gore, paranoia set in, they backed away staring each other in the eyes.
How it went:
Tattersail shoot air, was attacked - died
Mess and star shot Tatts, were not attacked - survived
Round 5, 2 left
Messremb
Starling
Dujek
Tattersail's head was pounding.
Groaning she opened her eyes and the fetid alley swam into view. how did I end up here, is this as far as I made it from the bar?
Her feet were aching, as if she'd walked miles last night, this made no sense.
Then she saw the bodies, one twisted and broken, clearly killed by sorcery.
A flash of recollection hit Tatts and guilt flooded the pit of her stomach, she rolled over and heaved, the was nothing there to bring up, but that didn't stop her body trying.
she struggled to her feet and stumbled away from the grizzly scene I need a drink
Starling was studying the wound again. She could feel the twisted metal in side her, why wasn't she dead? She rapped on the scar with her knuckles, and screamed.
Messremb didn't get hangovers, thank the gods, but the wound where the artist had stabbed him was slow to heal and it was iritating him.
maybe another bottle, just to take the edge off it
By the time Messremb got to the bar tattersail was already passed out drunk, he looked at her in surprise she must have come back last night, no way she could have got that drunk again today already
"Bar tender, a bottle of that foul stuff I had last night please"
"Yes sir" the barman answered nervously, the small man frightened him, the anger and strength he had erupted with last night marked him as a dangerous man.
"Barman, some wine when you have a moment"
"Yes mam" the barman hurried to get the two drinks.
Starling watched the barman scurry off, wondering why he was looking so nervous. She wasn't feeling great herself, she had passed out after thumping her scar, the metal must be touching something important. She winced as she brushed against the bar.
Messremb took to the same chair he was in the night before. Starling crossed over the bar and sat opposite him, Messremb looked at her, then pointedly looked around at all the other empty tables in the establishment
"Can I help you?"
"Actually, I'm kinda hoping you can, you're soletaken aren't you?"
Messremb started out of his chair and starling raised her hands "Woa, I don't care, I just have some questions, I have a problem you see...
Tattersail stirred from her slumber, old nightmares haunting her. Dead men and women accusing her I should have done more, they laid down their lives for me
The apparitions wouldn't leave her alone
She lurched to her feet, shouting and swinging her fists, stumbling around the bar grappling with imaginary foes. Swinging her fists at the air.
She started stumbling sideways, frantically trying to keep her balance, whilst fending off her ghostly attackers. Windmilling at increasing speed she crashed into the table Star and Messremb were sharing.
The table jolted star in the chest, and knocked Messremb back into his seat, lighting up the agony in the brush wound.
Both yelling in incoherent rage Star and Messremb viciously attacked Tattersail, tearing her to pieces.
When they stopped and looked at each other, splattered in blood and gore, paranoia set in, they backed away staring each other in the eyes.
How it went:
Tattersail shoot air, was attacked - died
Mess and star shot Tatts, were not attacked - survived
Round 5, 2 left
Messremb
Starling
2012
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
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Posted 19 September 2012 - 02:37 PM
It would have been so awesome if they shot themselves and I got the victory!! I see this as a draw now as I don't see either one of them backing down.
Apt is the only one who reads this. Apt is nice.
