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Post by Willow on Apr 23, 2009 18:20:19 GMT -5
History Thread
Takes place 3 Years Prior Present Day
A liquid shadow flickered through the city streets of Reavdale, moving quickly and changing almost as fast as it moved. First it was a dark panther, then a raven flying only a few feet above the ground, and then it was a black wolf sprinting, and it stayed that way for a long time.
Ebony pools darted cautiously as Nephir moved. The Druidok didn't like being away from Aliara for very long, and this time he'd been away days, and he was hundreds of miles away.
The wolf stretched his limbs out, nails clicking on the cobblestone, auds pulled back against his skull. As he reached the markets, bustling with people, he shifted again, this time in to the dark haired teenager with black eyes. His black hair was in a tight braid down his back, the bangs cutting across his forehead.
He flicked a silver coin into a box beside a lute player, looking bored, but slightly frustrated. Nephir had just been looking for a vacation, but he couldn't set his mind on anything. |
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Post by Hans Messer on May 7, 2009 22:04:55 GMT -5
Cronus walked through the bustling market, what he looked like three years in the past was quite diffrent from the present including the length of his hair which length had reached the center of his back, he wore a simple white shirt with torn sleeves and over it a green robe which had the emblem of a crow standing atop of a skull on the back but was hidden by is hair, below the waist he wore blue pant which were in much better condition then the shirt and steel boots that had a magnificient shine to them, a shine that can only be below the shine of the halberd he carries in his right hand.
The market was crowded, but not a crowd that made walking through it hard and would make a person feel tense, gaurds patrolled the area to make sure nothing would happen and hoping to make it home to their families and spend a relaxing night, soon cronus heard the sound of a lute and followed it as the music it emitted made him feel relaxed, once he reached the source he could see the lute player and a mysterious young man who stood near musician,he could that the young man was having trouble relaxing but it was not his buisness to ask. he pulled out a couples of Silver coins from is pcket and dropped them into the lute players box and just listened to the music after that.
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Post by Willow on May 27, 2009 10:22:48 GMT -5
ooc- Failure of Willow.
bic- The cling of coins, more coins, caught his attention for some reason. If Nephir had been a thief, he would have been looking for a thieving oppurtunity. But he wasn't. The man seemed to be watching the druidok, curiously, and Nephir managed a half-smile.
"You don't look like you're shopping," Nephir said.
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Post by Hans Messer on May 27, 2009 11:20:30 GMT -5
Cronus smiled at the man and said "nothing catches my eye, unless they have something better than my halberd i got nothing to buy.....except food"the man had a half smile on his face, he gave cronus a curiously look...must be because he looked at the man before giving the musician some silver coins" so what brings you to to this place?"
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Post by Willow on Jun 15, 2009 14:50:50 GMT -5
Nephir leaned again one wall, staring skyward. "Well...entertainment, supposably. But there isn't much to do out here, is there?" There hadn't been. Music, food. A bard's dream. For a moody shape-shifter, he was bored out of his mind. The local arena was full of idiots trying to prove they were something they weren't. No where close. There was no fun in fighting a bunch of punks with swords, who automatically thought they were something special.
"Food..."
It occured to him he hadn't eaten much, not that he cared. Nephir went without food alot, not a good idea when he used up a chunk of his energy every few minutes with shapeshifting. Druidoks consumed alot on a normal day, much more than the average human. "So besides food, why are you in this dull place?"
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jun 15, 2009 20:45:39 GMT -5
((mind if I join in? I'm kinda bored, coz every other rp I'm in is at a standstill))
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Post by Willow on Jun 17, 2009 13:04:33 GMT -5
[DO IT <3]
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jun 17, 2009 20:47:31 GMT -5
((thanks))
Zaknafein strode through the streets of Reavdale. Keeping a keen eye on everything around him had become second nature, by now, after years of experience as an assassin. He sensed all the guards. Then, he actually studied them. Most of them looked like easy kills, but he was not there for that... yet, anyway. He took in all the details of every single person on the street, large or small, old or young. He was a real assassin now, not any cowardly thief. His eyes swept over two men, both rather young, standing in front of a lute player. There was a strange air about their meeting. They both looked at each other almost suspiciously. He kept an eye on them, thinking this might get interesting.
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Post by Willow on Jun 18, 2009 9:20:14 GMT -5
ooc- Zaknafein...say that five times fast. <3 Hans hasn't been on in awhile(my fault, probably), wanna skip?
bic-
Funny thing about Druidoks. They can smell magii, especially in the correct shift. At the moment, Nephir was nothing but a human, but he could sense it, slightly. Not enough to tell him anything, for the moment. The druidok glanced up while waiting for the other man to say something, and let his gaze fall on the man a few yards away, standing rather...awkwardly. He's staring at us, Nephir thought, looking back away before the man reacted. Why? [Musseee death]
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Post by Hans Messer on Jun 18, 2009 13:44:33 GMT -5
"I have no reason truthfully,im just passing through"he sai closing his eyes and then after a moment looked up at the sky"im a bounty hunter in all honesty and thus i tend to wander alot,going from one target to another and sometimes i just wander"he then looked at the man who seemed to be in a diffrent type of mood right now,like here was something worrying happening right now
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jun 18, 2009 20:09:47 GMT -5
Zaknafein set his eyes on his target. He hoped it would be quick and simple: go in, get the job done, and run out, before the guards could catch him. He fingered the hilt of one of his scimitars. Without hesitating, he walked quietly near the two men. Suddenly, without warning, he got out his two scimitars, one going for the boy and the other up in front of him to guard against any attack from the other man with the halberd.
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Post by Willow on Jun 18, 2009 20:16:14 GMT -5
Nephir caught the rapid motion from the corner of his eye as the man with the halberd mumbled something. Bounty hunter? Nephir registered. The first scimitar nicked his shoulder as he ducked, and the other pinned him at the ribs. Nephir growled involuntarily and shifted quickly, dropping rapidly to the ground.
His reflexes wanted bear, but he ended up as...
A mouse.
Black eyes shifted up at the boot, the toe of which was his own size, and then he squealed. It wouldn't take long for the assassin to know what had happened. Again, he shifted, but not quickly enough. The assassin would move before he got done shifting, if he was any good at his job.
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Post by Hans Messer on Jun 19, 2009 3:50:46 GMT -5
as soon as the assasin with the scimitars attack cronus attacked him with his halberd on reflex,he noticed something really interesting,the man who was near him dissappeared and in his place a mouse,but still he was not able to watch closely as he looked at the assasin"you be looking for something?"he asked as a small grin came upon cronus's face
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jun 19, 2009 11:44:38 GMT -5
The halberd was parried by his two blades but the force of the blow knocked Zaknafein off balance, but he quickly regained his footing. He scowled at his attacker momentarily and then turned his attention to the part-mouse, part-other animal before him and slashed at it with one scimitar and swung the other at the man with the halberd. The guards were coming, Zaknafein knew, but he hadn't finished yet.
He wasn't worried. He had gotten out of worst situations before, but this druidok was still very frustrating. He hated fighting druidoks. They were unpredictable and able to turn the tide in seconds. His hope that he would actually be able to catch his target unawares had failed. He was in a all-out battle now, against two probably skilled opponents, and even more when the guards got there. The guards wouldn't be much of a problem, but these two...
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Post by Willow on Jun 19, 2009 12:04:49 GMT -5
Efff. For lack of real words. The scimitar sliced his shoulder, again, and blood spattered the ground, hot and black. Nephir had never understood why his blood was black, maybe he was just weird. The bird wouldn't work anymore, his wing was crippled. Frustrated, Nephir hopped a few paces away from the fight, looking up as the stranger he'd been conversing with step forward to defend him.
At least not everyone's prejudice, Nephir thought, shifting as the scimitar swept over hit head. He grew rapidly into a lean, ink-black wolf with equally black eyes. Grey underbelly, the muscles rippled under the coat, a gash appearing on his shoulder. The shifting didn't heal anything. Snarling, ears pressed onto his skull, he spun around and snapped at the assassin's feet. |
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