Post by Head Moderator on Jan 10, 2015 18:24:26 GMT -5
Mission: The Return of Runik
DM: psionicwandered (9XP)
Time: Around 2 Hours
daemianberazalle - Dae - 7XP
swordofatrophy - Ellis - 7XP
tesarikone - Sessa - 4XP
psionic wanderer: Rather abruptly, the door burst open and a young lady ran
in, panting and out of breath, looking all manner of wide-eyed and terrified.
"Help! Someone come help! Someone's being robbed in the alley!" She pointed
out the door. "I
psionic wanderer: think they're gonna kill him!"
psionic wanderer: Dorian looked over when the door opened on up and blinked,
then eyed the others. He'd just made his tea! And well..he didn't have the
'burn out' magic quirk for no reason. "I'll mind the inne if you two want to
go help."
DaemianBerazalle: He reached into his shadow, pulling a wide-brimmed hat
from its depths and setting it upon his head. He'd been sitting at the bar,
but in the blink of an eye he was standing by the door, using the shadows to
aid him in his travels,
SwordOfAtrophy: He did three things in a succession so fast it was almost
magical, he put the cake bite in his mouth, dropped the fork from his
fingers, and vaulted over the counter into a roll back to his feet, heading
for the door before the fork
DaemianBerazalle: nodding back to Dorian as he spoke. There was a crimson
gleam to his eyes as he turned his head back, facing the door as he opened it
and stepped outside, leaving the door open for Ellis to follow. His steps
were faint, carefully
SwordOfAtrophy: even hit the counter top. "Be back in a second then.." And
he was running out the door. Of course he'd still get there second, silly
immortal things and all there shadow tricks.
DaemianBerazalle: placed to betray no sound as he moved, letting his nose
lead the way, searching for bodies and the appropriate alley through scent.
psionic wanderer: "Be careful! They said something about Runik!" The girl
called out the door, then at Dorian's urging, went further into the inne to
have a drink and calm down! When Ellis and Dae got to the alley, they would
in fact find a robbery
psionic wanderer: in progress. An older man was already pretty beat up and
on the ground groaning in pain, and there was a knife sticking out of his
thigh. There were four masked men, most with weapons drawn but one was
unarmed, his weapon currently
psionic wanderer: in the man's thigh. They all had yet to notice anyone else
approaching. "Tell us where you keep your stash, or the dagger in the thigh
will be the least of your worries."
psionic wanderer: (For the record, Dae and Ellis would be behind the gang,
the guy on the ground is facing them but can't see down the alley.)
DaemianBerazalle: Pulling the brim of his hat lower over his face he
continued to move silently towards the group and the old timer, sticking to
the shadows so he'd be able to use them should they become necessary. He
caught a bit of the threat,
DaemianBerazalle: unable to stifle a low growl that issued forth. This was
his city, his home. No one hunted here without his say-so. He took in a
slight breath, using Ellis' scent to mark his position, being sure to not act
til they were both
DaemianBerazalle: ready to do so.
SwordOfAtrophy: Ellis twisted the Armsman ring as he moved, armoring himself
up to be combat ready. He dusted himself off, speaking in a low whisper.
"I'll get their attention, you get in and get the old man."
DaemianBerazalle: He nodded as he heard that, an unseen grin on his lips as
he spoke. "My kind of plan. Be sure to leave some of the fight in them for
me."
OnlineHost: Tesarik One has entered the room.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Sure, I'm feeling generous..." Ellis walked forward, close
enough where he could be seen, but not so much that he would be in full view.
With his smaller stature, he looked much like a kid. He made an audible gasp.
"Grandpa!!
SwordOfAtrophy: What's going on here!?"
psionic wanderer: Well when they heard that gasp, the gang of masked
hoodlums looked towards Ellis, the unarmed one producing another dagger from
behind his back. They all backed towards the downed fella as well, and the
'leader' spoke up. "This
psionic wanderer: ain't got nothin to do with you, kid. Now if you don't
wanna join him with a knife in ya, you'd best move along."
DaemianBerazalle: He waited to time it right, needing most if not all of the
robbers to look towards Ellis' distraction. He snuck through the shadows,
slipping through them via shadow walk, popping up behind the old-timer and
lifting him up into his
DaemianBerazalle: arms while they faced Ellis. He couldn't carry others
with him, so he started easing backwards carefully, doing his best to avoid
making any noise as he started making his way away from the armed group.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Don't hurt him! He's my grandpa! ...please. I have money."
He made a big production of reaching into his little bag, spilling a handful
of coins on the ground, as though panicked.
psionic wanderer: Surprise! The downed fella was part of the act! As soon as
he was picked up he figured that all the people who came to help had revealed
themselves! "Now!" And he pulled the dagger right on out of his leg and
attempted to stab Dae
psionic wanderer: right in the neck with it. Damn near simultaneously, more
people showed right up and blocked off the alley, and crossbow bolts started
flying right on down from the rooftops on either side of the alley. It was an
ambush! Most of
psionic wanderer: them were, of course, aimed at Ellis since he wasn't
carrying one of their number.
Tesarik One: Sessa found out something was going on down the way from the
inne, when she'd gone down the steps to have a drink, so the giantkin hurried
out of the door and down the way she was
Tesarik One: told everyone had gone. She could take big steps, plus rushing,
so she was there in a snap!
DaemianBerazalle: He snarled as he flung the fucker away, narrowly avoiding
a dagger in the neck. He had yet to draw any weapons, though he let out a
dark, sinister laugh that he intended to let reach the ears of all involved
in the ambush. "Well,
Tesarik One: "What the hell's going on here?" she'd come upon an ambush it
seemed.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Clever dick.." He muttered. Oh well, more fun this way. He
dropped back onto his back to dodge the first volley of bolts, and when he
was back on his feet, he twirled the cloak around and poof! He was invisible.
(Item: Vanishing
DaemianBerazalle: well, well . . . seems some of you have developed a
backbone in all this time of licking your wounds. Come then . . . meet your
doom." He flicked his hat off to the side, his fangs revealed and his eyes
flooded the color of blood,
DaemianBerazalle: no pupils visible.
psionic wanderer: Well with the alley blocked off by big fellas, Sessa would
run into them first! One of the blockers turned around and pulled a hatchet
off of his back, and tried not to blanche a bit when he saw how big she was.
"Move along,
psionic wanderer: stranger." As for the flung fella, he grunted when he hit
the wall, but right before he DID hit the wall he threw that knife, aiming
for Dae's midsection, then hopped back up to his feet. Clearly he hadn't
actually been stabbed in
SwordOfAtrophy: Cloak) Sweet! That smexy giant lady was here, so he went the
other way, slipping between the men on one side to get behind them, swords in
hand. "I'm curious..
SwordOfAtrophy: now that I'm not dead.. and I'm going to make you dead..
what are your plans?"
psionic wanderer: the thigh! That or he was a really fast healer. The rest
of the thugs in the alley divided themselves up between Ellis and Dae, all
ready to fight. Some of them, at least, could seem to still see Ellis, since
another very well-aimed
psionic wanderer: crossbow bolt came right at him from above. Some people
could see the invisible after all! Well that and he was speaking.
Tesarik One: "Ahh let's see, move along?" She shifted her shield off her
back and glanced over their hears to see Ellis disappear, and then looked
down at at the one with the hatchet telling her to move along.
DaemianBerazalle: His reaction time was faster than could be expected. He
snatched the dagger before it landed, just inches from puncturing his abdomen
and stuffed the blade into his cloak(Cloak of Weaponry), but after using the
weapon to open a
Tesarik One: "How about, no." And she slammed her shield into the guy with a
twist and sent him against the side of the alley wall. "I've got a big ass
sword that's still bloody from cleaving piss ants like you in half, and it
sings for more
Tesarik One: blood, care to answer the callf?"
Tesarik One: call*
DaemianBerazalle: wound in the spot it would have landed. He leaned over,
as if the wound had caused serious injury, slinging his bow off his back and
acting as if he was fumbling with an arrow.
psionic wanderer: (And I'll let ya guys just kinda post your own little
fights, just keep in mind these guys aren't pushovers and there's 9 of them
in the alley and four above taking potshots at people!)
psionic wanderer: (I just don't feel like posting for 13 NPCs over and over
lol)
psionic wanderer: (Let's do one post for each of ya and then I'll post again
with the new development! :-D brb too)
DaemianBerazalle: Dropping said arrow, he took to the shadows once again,
allowing his body to heal the wound he'd inflicted on himself as he came out
of the shadows up on the roof behind the first of the four crossbowmen. His
bow was back on his
SwordOfAtrophy: Oh, the young boy had many more tricks than that. A
backhanded twist and the bolt was deflected, because Viola was awesome and
made his swords all magic-y. He danced the steps of a swordmaster with the
two in front of him, aiming to
DaemianBerazalle: back and two swords replaced it in his hands, skewering
the fella right between both shoulders, the tips of his blades gleaming in
the man's blood as he lowered him to the roof, ripping his blades free as he
looked to the next
DaemianBerazalle: target.
SwordOfAtrophy: send them to whatever afterlife they chose to believe in,
all the while keeping himself moving, and spactially close to his two new
friends, so those loving bowmen might shoot one of their own.
Tesarik One: Sessa glanced around her as she saw the number of individuals
engaged in this little endeavor, and also noted the issue from those above
but there wasn't much she could do about that. She wasn't magicky she was
just big! She pulled
Tesarik One: her shield back from the fellow she'd knocked up against the
wall, and then spun around and attempted to use her shield to knock someone
off their feet, whoever was the closest to her got the brunt of her attack.
Her big old sword
Tesarik One: was still strapped on her back, so far she was just using
bashing techniques but if they angered her enough, she'd do what she said
she'd do and start cleaving arms and ears off.
psionic wanderer: (Dae go ahead and roll a spot for me pretty please.)
psionic wanderer: One of the crossbow bolts from above went awry. Very awry,
as it slammed right into the back of the head of one of the guys Sessa was
fighting! Down he went, quite dead.
DaemianBerazalle: /roll-dice1-sides20
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
DaemianBerazalle: (+5 Alert, +3 perception= 15)
Tesarik One: "Well if you deviils are going to kill each other, then all the
better for us!"
psionic wanderer: Well they weren't precisely killing each other. Shortly
after that crossbow bolt went astray, the figure Dae had noticed behind him
backed away, then ran forward and jumped, spinning in mid-air to collide with
the man's back,
psionic wanderer: sending them both off the roof and down into the alley.
Metal glinted very briefly from the new arrival as a throwing knife went
straight into one of the other crossbowmen's throat, and two more flew out
before they hit the ground,
psionic wanderer: one downing one of the fellas fighting Ellis, and the
other taking out one of the ones that was on Dae but had gone to fight Sessa,
all of the throws quite lethal. The two figures hit the ground in the alley,
the new one atop the
psionic wanderer: crossbowman, and he quickly flipped over, stabbing the man
twice in the back with a new dagger. "Ought to even the odds there, now
doesn't it, darlings?" The new arrival had on a mottled grey and black hooded
cloak which was
psionic wanderer: spectacularly shrouding his entire face!
psionic wanderer: Although it was a dark alley, so of course that helped!
SwordOfAtrophy: "Eh, if you wanted to even the odds you'd need about ten
more of these guys..." He'd use the invariable distraction of a man watching
his buddy get knifed to cut the neck open of the other one he was engaged
with.
psionic wanderer: "Please don't kill the leader there." Said with a point to
the 'helpless old man'. "I need to have words with him."
DaemianBerazalle: He took a deep breath as he readied himself for his next
strike, picking up all the scents held in the area. Leaping off the roof, he
sailed down and landed atop two of the would-be assailants, sinking his fangs
into the neck of
DaemianBerazalle: the one on his left while turning the head of the one on
his right to lock gazes with him, controlling his mind as he drank the other
dry.
psionic wanderer: As it turned out, he needn't have worried! The leader
cursed, then pulled out another hidden dagger and so started a knife fight of
ridiculous speed! There was desperation in the old man's face and his
fighting..he seemed to think
psionic wanderer: it was of the utmost importance to kill the new fella and
in a hurry!
psionic wanderer: After all this good fightin, let's just say there's about
four guys left so they'd have one apiece!
Tesarik One: Yay! Well killing was going on, so she was gonna get in on that
action. Her shield was turned to the side, it was all nicely sharpened after
all, and she picked one of the folks closest to her and moved in close, with
a horizontal
Tesarik One: action she hacked into the person's shoulder, sinking it in as
far as she could go while attempting to also stop attacks coming for her from
the same person. She tugged her shield free, and went in for another slash
with her bladed
Tesarik One: shield.
DaemianBerazalle: He directed his mind-controlled villain to lie down and
play dead. They'd get some answers tonight, if not from the one the newcomer
wanted to question. He rose quietly, scanning the roofs to see if any of the
crossbowmen remained
DaemianBerazalle: as he stalked towards one of the few remaining assailants.
He noticed there was a conspicuous lack of a scent from the newcomer, but
that could wait. He'd made no threatening gesture towards the members of the
Heart as of yet. He
DaemianBerazalle: stopped as he stalked the fellow, bending down and picking
up his hat, wiping the dust of the alley off it before placing it back on his
head and continued to stalk the fellow with a quiet chuckle escaping his
lips. Lips smeared in
SwordOfAtrophy: He moved for his 'target' and faked stumbling, which would
undoubtedly bring the attacker closer, so he tucked it into a roll and then
used the momentum to uncoil and spring forward, the blades coming across in
an X pattern, turning
DaemianBerazalle: the blood of one of the fool's allies. He held his arms
wide to the side, inviting an attack from the fellow.
SwordOfAtrophy: the mans chest into a lovely shade of red, and bleeding
tissue. He finished the move, and sheathed his weapons as the man, still on
his feet, bled out and slowly fell over. He looked across at Sessa,
forgetting to look up, so his
SwordOfAtrophy: friendly wave was paused as he saw her... ahem, moving on.
"Well hey there, lovely. Fancy meeting you here.. in this.. dark.. alley..."
psionic wanderer: The cloaked figure's hood had become a bit disarrayed
during the fight, so they'd get to see that he was clearly wearing a mask as
well. A golden mask, from the look of it! He was also preposterously fast,
and the final exchange
psionic wanderer: with his opponent, in which both of their hands were
pretty much just blurs, ended with his dagger buried in the man's thigh up to
the hilt. For real this time. The hooded man slammed his opponent's back into
the alley wall, and he
psionic wanderer: smacked the dagger out of his hand, then looked to either
side to see that yes, the Heart members would certainly be making quick work
of the rest of the little ambushing gang. He leaned in closer to the older
guy then. "Now then.
OnlineHost: burial hymn has entered the room.
psionic wanderer: You go limp right back to your boss and let him know that
I won't be so merciful the next time he tries to impersonate my people. Best
not to pull that dagger out as well, unless you want to bleed to death before
you get there." He
psionic wanderer: pulled back from the guy and gave him a shove towards the
alley entrance, then watched the last remnants of the fight.
OnlineHost: burial hymn has left the room.
DaemianBerazalle: He realized there was little to no fight left in this
fellow, so he didn't toy long with him. He darted in, striking the man's
wrist with his palm, sending a flurry of strikes too fast for the eyes to
follow up the man's arm, into
DaemianBerazalle: his shoulder, then his chest. Pressure points hit with
each strike, nothing that would kill the fellow, but it would ensure another
prisoner to question as he slumped over, unconscious.
Tesarik One: She pulled her shield back, no doubt bloody, and grinned over
at Ellis. Well more like grinned down at him, and then she was watching the
proceedings again with focus upon the guy in gold.
psionic wanderer: "Well then, wasn't that fun? Nothing like an impromptu
alley brawl to liven up one's night, hm? I'd heard that Runik was up to no
good in the area, and I could not well abide that nonsense, as I do not
recall sending anyone out to
psionic wanderer: cause any trouble tonight. 'tis good to see the Heart
hasn't gotten lazy whilst my group was..." He tilted his head a bit.
"Undergoing a bit of strife. But anyway, this was not Runik." Said with a
gesture to the dead, injured or
psionic wanderer: dying fellas scattered all about. "We're not nearly so
crass as this."
DaemianBerazalle: "Rise." He spoke the simple command to the fellow in his
thrall, pointing to his side and he'd shuffle over, staring dumbly straight
ahead as Dae turned his attention to the man with no scent. He remained
silent for the time
OnlineHost: Tales0fBeauty has entered the room.
DaemianBerazalle: being, a kerchief pulled from the pocket of his shirt,
dabbing the blood off his lips as he examined the words and posture of this
one. "Under new management then, I suppose? I've known nothing but crass
and rash actions from the
DaemianBerazalle: lot of you."
SwordOfAtrophy: As far as Runik was concerned, he didn't know one from the
other, except the rats, so he stayed mum. He just stepped next to Sessa, and
tried to look menacing next to her. Which.. was impossible.
Tesarik One: She wiped off her shield on the shirt of someone near her and
slid it on her back, then folded her big arms across her chest as she
listened to the fellow talk. She pulled her arms apart for a moment and set
her hand upon Ellis'
psionic wanderer: Did the mask smile? No, it was always smiling, just a
little smile, as if its wearer knew something amusing that absolutely nobody
else knew! "And I don't believe I know who you even are, so I think it's safe
to say you haven't
Tesarik One: shoulder with a pat and then arms crossed again. "You aren't
hurt are you?" Said to Ellis.
psionic wanderer: known any of our actions in quite some time. By the way,
the girl that ran into the inne was one of theirs. You may want to go make
sure she hasn't caused any mischief."
DaemianBerazalle: "That much was evident when the victim wasn't much of one,
but . . ." well, Dae wouldn't thank one claiming to be of Runik, it just
wasn't how he was wired. He simply nodded and reached down to pick up the
fellow he'd knocked
psionic wanderer: "Oh, and do tell the lovely Maria that I apologize for the
window, but in my defense, I knew it would repair itself, and it was just too
difficult to resist. And do have a lovely remainder of your night." And with
that, he vanished!
SwordOfAtrophy: "Oh heavens no, lovely warmaiden of pink hair. I'm fine. How
about you?" He thought to go check about the female, but realized who she was
in there with, and decided it was not necessary. He was sure they'd hear all
about it.
DaemianBerazalle: unconscious, wiping up a smear of the old-timer's blood as
he did so to use for his own purposes. As he rose, he set his gaze back on
Goldie. "You aided in ensuring nothing went afoul here this eve. I'd
suggest you leave now
psionic wanderer: In a flashy puff of smoke, no less.
DaemianBerazalle: . . ." Not much point of finishing the sentence as he was
already doing such.
Tesarik One: She grinned, and then glanced down her body and then shrugged,
"Dirty, a bit bloody, but nothing that won't heal and clean up with a bath."
DaemianBerazalle: He nodded to Ellis and the woman he knew not, looking up
to put her face to memory. An awkward bow given, but he didn't drop the body
he'd slung over his left shoulder. "Your arrival was timely, and welcomed.
What say we return
DaemianBerazalle: to the Inne to see what's become of our trap setter?" He
made to move out, then spoke in a command to his thrall. "Follow." He set
off then, following his own suggestion, pondering the entirety of the
situation as he was sure
DaemianBerazalle: Maria was going to want answers on the matter.
psionic wanderer: See, now this is why Dorian had stayed to mind the inne!
He was sitting at the bar, Hana tending to a gash above his left eyebrow for
him so he could have his damned tea, and the young woman who'd burst in
earlier was sitting next
SwordOfAtrophy: He made a motion to gaze her over as well, in a low mumble.
"Yes, the options are endless." Ah, yes, back inside to report. "Oh, quite
right.. I believe I owe our lovely rescuer a piece of cake as well." Off,
back to the front door.
psionic wanderer: to him, a small blackjack still in hand, just...staring at
nothing. Even a little slack-jawed. Dorian's reply if asked would simply be
"I think I broke her." And a shrug! (brb)
DaemianBerazalle: He deposited his unconscious assailant on the floor,
securing his hands behind his back with a set of manacles. "Kneel." The
command given and the same was done to him. He tucked the kerchief in his
pack, keeping it fresh as long
Tesarik One: She headed back to the inne with the others, bending her head a
tad to get into the room since most doors weren't made for ladies over 7 feet
tall, and then found herself a place to sit.
Tesarik One: (I'm about dead tired and gonna head to bed)
DaemianBerazalle: as possible so he could go do some hunting. He picked up
his wine, then moved over to the woman and clapped her on the shoulder
gently. "Thank you again, for your assistance. Get some rest, you've earned
it."
SwordOfAtrophy: (you have a good night, now, or whats left of it)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One has left the room.
SwordOfAtrophy: He'd cut Sessa a piece of cake for her to take upstairs,
because cake was always better in the bathtub! Then he sat down on his stool
again, to finish his own cake. "Did you get anything out of her before you..
broke her?"
OnlineHost: Tales0fBeauty has left the room.
psionic wanderer: "Uh. She hit me in the head all of a sudden, and I usually
frown on such things. I let loose with a burst of psychic energy and she's
been like this ever since." He looked over to the girl and tilted his head,
then reached out with
psionic wanderer: his hook and nudged her jaw up so her mouth closed, and it
stayed, at least.
DaemianBerazalle: "Two years dry . . . there will be a reckoning for this."
He brought a fist crashing down into the jaw of his thralled subject,
unconsciousness releasing him from Dae's grip. "Was anyone hurt?" He nodded
as he heard Dorian's
DaemianBerazalle: report, nudging the newly unconscious fool with a boot.
"Well, we can get some answers from these two when they awaken."
psionic wanderer: "Apart from my blow to the head and whatever it is I did
to her, no. I can't say she will 'awaken', as she's already awake. She's
just...not home?" He looked to the girl again and shrugged once more. "I was
just going to take her
psionic wanderer: to the nearest healer and see what's what, and have her
taken to the dungeon afterwards."
SwordOfAtrophy: He reached over and snapped his fingers in front of the
woman, waving them around in front of her face, trying to illicit any
response from her at all. "Worse comes to worse she can get a job as a
mannequin or a portrait model."
psionic wanderer: "Well I could always use more research subjects, as well."
DaemianBerazalle: "We encountered a fellow in a gold mask, claiming these
lot weren't a part of Runik. He spoke with the group's authority, as their
leader. Another peculiar interest is he had no scent, so I won't be able to
track him." He
DaemianBerazalle: finished his wine, then ordered a scotch from Hana. He
had to get the taste of blood out of his mouth, not wanting to let it do any
more harm to himself.
psionic wanderer: "A gold mask, you say?" He sat up a little, thinking, then
grinned a little. "Now that is interesting. Can you describe him any
further?"
DaemianBerazalle: "Mottled cape, quick with his hands, favored daggers and
throwing knives . . . " He racked his brain, trying to remember every detail
he picked up on. "Quite nimble, no stranger to rooftop fighting, theatrics
to aid in his
DaemianBerazalle: disappearance. Kept his features hidden for the most
part."
psionic wanderer: "Well that certainly sounds like the fellow I'm thinking
of. Maria may be pleased to hear that, since as far as I know she's got no
idea what ever became of her little spy."
DaemianBerazalle: "I picked up some of the blood from the fellow who was the
leader of this band of robbers. Goldie let the man go to report to his
leaders. I'll be able to track him and them down if it's required."
psionic wanderer: "I'd wait and see what Maria wants you to do with it. If
Runik is involved, I'd rather not get in the mess by handing out orders or
anything of the sort." He had a sip of his tea, finishing off the cup, then
set it down and
psionic wanderer: levitated the teapot on over so he could refill it.
SwordOfAtrophy: "So many rogue groups, so little time.." He twiddled a piece
of cake on the fork. "What exactly is the deal with Runik?"
psionic wanderer: "I can't speak for what they did before, I was still in
Zyon at the time, newly reincarnated. I know that as a general rule they
seemed to be the anti-Obsidian Heart. Daemian would probably have more
specific stories with regards to
psionic wanderer: what they were up to that got Maria so angry."
DaemianBerazalle: "Bunch of runts that want what we have . . . they've
worked in the past to secure objects of power and the like. Thorn in our
asses for the most part. I didn't get involved in too many missions
regarding them before they went
DaemianBerazalle: dark, unfortunately. Been in a few skirmishes with their
members, so I can say this tactic from these thugs isn't their normal sip of
tea. Normally if they strike with odds, they do it with tougher members. It
will be interesting
DaemianBerazalle: to know why they'd be idiotic enough to claim to be Runik
if they aren't."
psionic wanderer: "Perhaps, with Runik having been silent for so long, apart
from recently breaking Maria's window, these other people wanted to draw
Maria's attention to them by doing something a bit more violent? They likely
want to set Runik and
psionic wanderer: the Heart at each others' throats once again."
SwordOfAtrophy: "Maybe.. but they didn't even try to run away... seems a
rather silly notion to basically give up your own lives for that."
DaemianBerazalle: "Well, he aided us in dispatching them, and their
unwillingness to flee is definitely a key note of interest. Could have been
a simple ploy to try and capture some of us, we've had plenty of new recruits
of late. Something not
DaemianBerazalle: foreign to Runik tactics, I might add." He shook his head
and just sighed, sitting down at the bar once more. "I don't think I'll ever
be able to trust that Runik didn't have a hand in this. I'm more than a bit
cynical and
DaemianBerazalle: skeptical when it comes to them."
psionic wanderer: "If Maria's paying attention to Runik, and Runik is on
the defensive, a third party would be relatively unopposed in whatever they
wish to do. To some people, that'd be worth throwing away a few lives. I'd do
it." He shrugged. "And
psionic wanderer: if the person in the gold mask is Maria's spy, and he's
now claiming to run Runik, his undercover mission must have been ...a bit
more successful than his disappearance would lead anyone to believe." He
thought on that a moment.
psionic wanderer: "It would also explain why Runik has been so out of the
picture lately, if they were being torn apart from within and reshaped." He
shrugged. "I suppose we'll just have to wait and see."
DaemianBerazalle: "Well, my journey into the Scarred Lands might need to
wait, then." He thought on that a moment, slapping an open palm down atop
the bar. "Then again, they could be preparing for a foray there. We'll need
info. Whatever they are
DaemianBerazalle: about now, their resurgence didn't catch me completely
off-guard. Seems I returned in good time, at least."
psionic wanderer: (alright fellas I'm beat)
DM: psionicwandered (9XP)
Time: Around 2 Hours
daemianberazalle - Dae - 7XP
swordofatrophy - Ellis - 7XP
tesarikone - Sessa - 4XP
psionic wanderer: Rather abruptly, the door burst open and a young lady ran
in, panting and out of breath, looking all manner of wide-eyed and terrified.
"Help! Someone come help! Someone's being robbed in the alley!" She pointed
out the door. "I
psionic wanderer: think they're gonna kill him!"
psionic wanderer: Dorian looked over when the door opened on up and blinked,
then eyed the others. He'd just made his tea! And well..he didn't have the
'burn out' magic quirk for no reason. "I'll mind the inne if you two want to
go help."
DaemianBerazalle: He reached into his shadow, pulling a wide-brimmed hat
from its depths and setting it upon his head. He'd been sitting at the bar,
but in the blink of an eye he was standing by the door, using the shadows to
aid him in his travels,
SwordOfAtrophy: He did three things in a succession so fast it was almost
magical, he put the cake bite in his mouth, dropped the fork from his
fingers, and vaulted over the counter into a roll back to his feet, heading
for the door before the fork
DaemianBerazalle: nodding back to Dorian as he spoke. There was a crimson
gleam to his eyes as he turned his head back, facing the door as he opened it
and stepped outside, leaving the door open for Ellis to follow. His steps
were faint, carefully
SwordOfAtrophy: even hit the counter top. "Be back in a second then.." And
he was running out the door. Of course he'd still get there second, silly
immortal things and all there shadow tricks.
DaemianBerazalle: placed to betray no sound as he moved, letting his nose
lead the way, searching for bodies and the appropriate alley through scent.
psionic wanderer: "Be careful! They said something about Runik!" The girl
called out the door, then at Dorian's urging, went further into the inne to
have a drink and calm down! When Ellis and Dae got to the alley, they would
in fact find a robbery
psionic wanderer: in progress. An older man was already pretty beat up and
on the ground groaning in pain, and there was a knife sticking out of his
thigh. There were four masked men, most with weapons drawn but one was
unarmed, his weapon currently
psionic wanderer: in the man's thigh. They all had yet to notice anyone else
approaching. "Tell us where you keep your stash, or the dagger in the thigh
will be the least of your worries."
psionic wanderer: (For the record, Dae and Ellis would be behind the gang,
the guy on the ground is facing them but can't see down the alley.)
DaemianBerazalle: Pulling the brim of his hat lower over his face he
continued to move silently towards the group and the old timer, sticking to
the shadows so he'd be able to use them should they become necessary. He
caught a bit of the threat,
DaemianBerazalle: unable to stifle a low growl that issued forth. This was
his city, his home. No one hunted here without his say-so. He took in a
slight breath, using Ellis' scent to mark his position, being sure to not act
til they were both
DaemianBerazalle: ready to do so.
SwordOfAtrophy: Ellis twisted the Armsman ring as he moved, armoring himself
up to be combat ready. He dusted himself off, speaking in a low whisper.
"I'll get their attention, you get in and get the old man."
DaemianBerazalle: He nodded as he heard that, an unseen grin on his lips as
he spoke. "My kind of plan. Be sure to leave some of the fight in them for
me."
OnlineHost: Tesarik One has entered the room.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Sure, I'm feeling generous..." Ellis walked forward, close
enough where he could be seen, but not so much that he would be in full view.
With his smaller stature, he looked much like a kid. He made an audible gasp.
"Grandpa!!
SwordOfAtrophy: What's going on here!?"
psionic wanderer: Well when they heard that gasp, the gang of masked
hoodlums looked towards Ellis, the unarmed one producing another dagger from
behind his back. They all backed towards the downed fella as well, and the
'leader' spoke up. "This
psionic wanderer: ain't got nothin to do with you, kid. Now if you don't
wanna join him with a knife in ya, you'd best move along."
DaemianBerazalle: He waited to time it right, needing most if not all of the
robbers to look towards Ellis' distraction. He snuck through the shadows,
slipping through them via shadow walk, popping up behind the old-timer and
lifting him up into his
DaemianBerazalle: arms while they faced Ellis. He couldn't carry others
with him, so he started easing backwards carefully, doing his best to avoid
making any noise as he started making his way away from the armed group.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Don't hurt him! He's my grandpa! ...please. I have money."
He made a big production of reaching into his little bag, spilling a handful
of coins on the ground, as though panicked.
psionic wanderer: Surprise! The downed fella was part of the act! As soon as
he was picked up he figured that all the people who came to help had revealed
themselves! "Now!" And he pulled the dagger right on out of his leg and
attempted to stab Dae
psionic wanderer: right in the neck with it. Damn near simultaneously, more
people showed right up and blocked off the alley, and crossbow bolts started
flying right on down from the rooftops on either side of the alley. It was an
ambush! Most of
psionic wanderer: them were, of course, aimed at Ellis since he wasn't
carrying one of their number.
Tesarik One: Sessa found out something was going on down the way from the
inne, when she'd gone down the steps to have a drink, so the giantkin hurried
out of the door and down the way she was
Tesarik One: told everyone had gone. She could take big steps, plus rushing,
so she was there in a snap!
DaemianBerazalle: He snarled as he flung the fucker away, narrowly avoiding
a dagger in the neck. He had yet to draw any weapons, though he let out a
dark, sinister laugh that he intended to let reach the ears of all involved
in the ambush. "Well,
Tesarik One: "What the hell's going on here?" she'd come upon an ambush it
seemed.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Clever dick.." He muttered. Oh well, more fun this way. He
dropped back onto his back to dodge the first volley of bolts, and when he
was back on his feet, he twirled the cloak around and poof! He was invisible.
(Item: Vanishing
DaemianBerazalle: well, well . . . seems some of you have developed a
backbone in all this time of licking your wounds. Come then . . . meet your
doom." He flicked his hat off to the side, his fangs revealed and his eyes
flooded the color of blood,
DaemianBerazalle: no pupils visible.
psionic wanderer: Well with the alley blocked off by big fellas, Sessa would
run into them first! One of the blockers turned around and pulled a hatchet
off of his back, and tried not to blanche a bit when he saw how big she was.
"Move along,
psionic wanderer: stranger." As for the flung fella, he grunted when he hit
the wall, but right before he DID hit the wall he threw that knife, aiming
for Dae's midsection, then hopped back up to his feet. Clearly he hadn't
actually been stabbed in
SwordOfAtrophy: Cloak) Sweet! That smexy giant lady was here, so he went the
other way, slipping between the men on one side to get behind them, swords in
hand. "I'm curious..
SwordOfAtrophy: now that I'm not dead.. and I'm going to make you dead..
what are your plans?"
psionic wanderer: the thigh! That or he was a really fast healer. The rest
of the thugs in the alley divided themselves up between Ellis and Dae, all
ready to fight. Some of them, at least, could seem to still see Ellis, since
another very well-aimed
psionic wanderer: crossbow bolt came right at him from above. Some people
could see the invisible after all! Well that and he was speaking.
Tesarik One: "Ahh let's see, move along?" She shifted her shield off her
back and glanced over their hears to see Ellis disappear, and then looked
down at at the one with the hatchet telling her to move along.
DaemianBerazalle: His reaction time was faster than could be expected. He
snatched the dagger before it landed, just inches from puncturing his abdomen
and stuffed the blade into his cloak(Cloak of Weaponry), but after using the
weapon to open a
Tesarik One: "How about, no." And she slammed her shield into the guy with a
twist and sent him against the side of the alley wall. "I've got a big ass
sword that's still bloody from cleaving piss ants like you in half, and it
sings for more
Tesarik One: blood, care to answer the callf?"
Tesarik One: call*
DaemianBerazalle: wound in the spot it would have landed. He leaned over,
as if the wound had caused serious injury, slinging his bow off his back and
acting as if he was fumbling with an arrow.
psionic wanderer: (And I'll let ya guys just kinda post your own little
fights, just keep in mind these guys aren't pushovers and there's 9 of them
in the alley and four above taking potshots at people!)
psionic wanderer: (I just don't feel like posting for 13 NPCs over and over
lol)
psionic wanderer: (Let's do one post for each of ya and then I'll post again
with the new development! :-D brb too)
DaemianBerazalle: Dropping said arrow, he took to the shadows once again,
allowing his body to heal the wound he'd inflicted on himself as he came out
of the shadows up on the roof behind the first of the four crossbowmen. His
bow was back on his
SwordOfAtrophy: Oh, the young boy had many more tricks than that. A
backhanded twist and the bolt was deflected, because Viola was awesome and
made his swords all magic-y. He danced the steps of a swordmaster with the
two in front of him, aiming to
DaemianBerazalle: back and two swords replaced it in his hands, skewering
the fella right between both shoulders, the tips of his blades gleaming in
the man's blood as he lowered him to the roof, ripping his blades free as he
looked to the next
DaemianBerazalle: target.
SwordOfAtrophy: send them to whatever afterlife they chose to believe in,
all the while keeping himself moving, and spactially close to his two new
friends, so those loving bowmen might shoot one of their own.
Tesarik One: Sessa glanced around her as she saw the number of individuals
engaged in this little endeavor, and also noted the issue from those above
but there wasn't much she could do about that. She wasn't magicky she was
just big! She pulled
Tesarik One: her shield back from the fellow she'd knocked up against the
wall, and then spun around and attempted to use her shield to knock someone
off their feet, whoever was the closest to her got the brunt of her attack.
Her big old sword
Tesarik One: was still strapped on her back, so far she was just using
bashing techniques but if they angered her enough, she'd do what she said
she'd do and start cleaving arms and ears off.
psionic wanderer: (Dae go ahead and roll a spot for me pretty please.)
psionic wanderer: One of the crossbow bolts from above went awry. Very awry,
as it slammed right into the back of the head of one of the guys Sessa was
fighting! Down he went, quite dead.
DaemianBerazalle: /roll-dice1-sides20
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
DaemianBerazalle: (+5 Alert, +3 perception= 15)
Tesarik One: "Well if you deviils are going to kill each other, then all the
better for us!"
psionic wanderer: Well they weren't precisely killing each other. Shortly
after that crossbow bolt went astray, the figure Dae had noticed behind him
backed away, then ran forward and jumped, spinning in mid-air to collide with
the man's back,
psionic wanderer: sending them both off the roof and down into the alley.
Metal glinted very briefly from the new arrival as a throwing knife went
straight into one of the other crossbowmen's throat, and two more flew out
before they hit the ground,
psionic wanderer: one downing one of the fellas fighting Ellis, and the
other taking out one of the ones that was on Dae but had gone to fight Sessa,
all of the throws quite lethal. The two figures hit the ground in the alley,
the new one atop the
psionic wanderer: crossbowman, and he quickly flipped over, stabbing the man
twice in the back with a new dagger. "Ought to even the odds there, now
doesn't it, darlings?" The new arrival had on a mottled grey and black hooded
cloak which was
psionic wanderer: spectacularly shrouding his entire face!
psionic wanderer: Although it was a dark alley, so of course that helped!
SwordOfAtrophy: "Eh, if you wanted to even the odds you'd need about ten
more of these guys..." He'd use the invariable distraction of a man watching
his buddy get knifed to cut the neck open of the other one he was engaged
with.
psionic wanderer: "Please don't kill the leader there." Said with a point to
the 'helpless old man'. "I need to have words with him."
DaemianBerazalle: He took a deep breath as he readied himself for his next
strike, picking up all the scents held in the area. Leaping off the roof, he
sailed down and landed atop two of the would-be assailants, sinking his fangs
into the neck of
DaemianBerazalle: the one on his left while turning the head of the one on
his right to lock gazes with him, controlling his mind as he drank the other
dry.
psionic wanderer: As it turned out, he needn't have worried! The leader
cursed, then pulled out another hidden dagger and so started a knife fight of
ridiculous speed! There was desperation in the old man's face and his
fighting..he seemed to think
psionic wanderer: it was of the utmost importance to kill the new fella and
in a hurry!
psionic wanderer: After all this good fightin, let's just say there's about
four guys left so they'd have one apiece!
Tesarik One: Yay! Well killing was going on, so she was gonna get in on that
action. Her shield was turned to the side, it was all nicely sharpened after
all, and she picked one of the folks closest to her and moved in close, with
a horizontal
Tesarik One: action she hacked into the person's shoulder, sinking it in as
far as she could go while attempting to also stop attacks coming for her from
the same person. She tugged her shield free, and went in for another slash
with her bladed
Tesarik One: shield.
DaemianBerazalle: He directed his mind-controlled villain to lie down and
play dead. They'd get some answers tonight, if not from the one the newcomer
wanted to question. He rose quietly, scanning the roofs to see if any of the
crossbowmen remained
DaemianBerazalle: as he stalked towards one of the few remaining assailants.
He noticed there was a conspicuous lack of a scent from the newcomer, but
that could wait. He'd made no threatening gesture towards the members of the
Heart as of yet. He
DaemianBerazalle: stopped as he stalked the fellow, bending down and picking
up his hat, wiping the dust of the alley off it before placing it back on his
head and continued to stalk the fellow with a quiet chuckle escaping his
lips. Lips smeared in
SwordOfAtrophy: He moved for his 'target' and faked stumbling, which would
undoubtedly bring the attacker closer, so he tucked it into a roll and then
used the momentum to uncoil and spring forward, the blades coming across in
an X pattern, turning
DaemianBerazalle: the blood of one of the fool's allies. He held his arms
wide to the side, inviting an attack from the fellow.
SwordOfAtrophy: the mans chest into a lovely shade of red, and bleeding
tissue. He finished the move, and sheathed his weapons as the man, still on
his feet, bled out and slowly fell over. He looked across at Sessa,
forgetting to look up, so his
SwordOfAtrophy: friendly wave was paused as he saw her... ahem, moving on.
"Well hey there, lovely. Fancy meeting you here.. in this.. dark.. alley..."
psionic wanderer: The cloaked figure's hood had become a bit disarrayed
during the fight, so they'd get to see that he was clearly wearing a mask as
well. A golden mask, from the look of it! He was also preposterously fast,
and the final exchange
psionic wanderer: with his opponent, in which both of their hands were
pretty much just blurs, ended with his dagger buried in the man's thigh up to
the hilt. For real this time. The hooded man slammed his opponent's back into
the alley wall, and he
psionic wanderer: smacked the dagger out of his hand, then looked to either
side to see that yes, the Heart members would certainly be making quick work
of the rest of the little ambushing gang. He leaned in closer to the older
guy then. "Now then.
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psionic wanderer: You go limp right back to your boss and let him know that
I won't be so merciful the next time he tries to impersonate my people. Best
not to pull that dagger out as well, unless you want to bleed to death before
you get there." He
psionic wanderer: pulled back from the guy and gave him a shove towards the
alley entrance, then watched the last remnants of the fight.
OnlineHost: burial hymn has left the room.
DaemianBerazalle: He realized there was little to no fight left in this
fellow, so he didn't toy long with him. He darted in, striking the man's
wrist with his palm, sending a flurry of strikes too fast for the eyes to
follow up the man's arm, into
DaemianBerazalle: his shoulder, then his chest. Pressure points hit with
each strike, nothing that would kill the fellow, but it would ensure another
prisoner to question as he slumped over, unconscious.
Tesarik One: She pulled her shield back, no doubt bloody, and grinned over
at Ellis. Well more like grinned down at him, and then she was watching the
proceedings again with focus upon the guy in gold.
psionic wanderer: "Well then, wasn't that fun? Nothing like an impromptu
alley brawl to liven up one's night, hm? I'd heard that Runik was up to no
good in the area, and I could not well abide that nonsense, as I do not
recall sending anyone out to
psionic wanderer: cause any trouble tonight. 'tis good to see the Heart
hasn't gotten lazy whilst my group was..." He tilted his head a bit.
"Undergoing a bit of strife. But anyway, this was not Runik." Said with a
gesture to the dead, injured or
psionic wanderer: dying fellas scattered all about. "We're not nearly so
crass as this."
DaemianBerazalle: "Rise." He spoke the simple command to the fellow in his
thrall, pointing to his side and he'd shuffle over, staring dumbly straight
ahead as Dae turned his attention to the man with no scent. He remained
silent for the time
OnlineHost: Tales0fBeauty has entered the room.
DaemianBerazalle: being, a kerchief pulled from the pocket of his shirt,
dabbing the blood off his lips as he examined the words and posture of this
one. "Under new management then, I suppose? I've known nothing but crass
and rash actions from the
DaemianBerazalle: lot of you."
SwordOfAtrophy: As far as Runik was concerned, he didn't know one from the
other, except the rats, so he stayed mum. He just stepped next to Sessa, and
tried to look menacing next to her. Which.. was impossible.
Tesarik One: She wiped off her shield on the shirt of someone near her and
slid it on her back, then folded her big arms across her chest as she
listened to the fellow talk. She pulled her arms apart for a moment and set
her hand upon Ellis'
psionic wanderer: Did the mask smile? No, it was always smiling, just a
little smile, as if its wearer knew something amusing that absolutely nobody
else knew! "And I don't believe I know who you even are, so I think it's safe
to say you haven't
Tesarik One: shoulder with a pat and then arms crossed again. "You aren't
hurt are you?" Said to Ellis.
psionic wanderer: known any of our actions in quite some time. By the way,
the girl that ran into the inne was one of theirs. You may want to go make
sure she hasn't caused any mischief."
DaemianBerazalle: "That much was evident when the victim wasn't much of one,
but . . ." well, Dae wouldn't thank one claiming to be of Runik, it just
wasn't how he was wired. He simply nodded and reached down to pick up the
fellow he'd knocked
psionic wanderer: "Oh, and do tell the lovely Maria that I apologize for the
window, but in my defense, I knew it would repair itself, and it was just too
difficult to resist. And do have a lovely remainder of your night." And with
that, he vanished!
SwordOfAtrophy: "Oh heavens no, lovely warmaiden of pink hair. I'm fine. How
about you?" He thought to go check about the female, but realized who she was
in there with, and decided it was not necessary. He was sure they'd hear all
about it.
DaemianBerazalle: unconscious, wiping up a smear of the old-timer's blood as
he did so to use for his own purposes. As he rose, he set his gaze back on
Goldie. "You aided in ensuring nothing went afoul here this eve. I'd
suggest you leave now
psionic wanderer: In a flashy puff of smoke, no less.
DaemianBerazalle: . . ." Not much point of finishing the sentence as he was
already doing such.
Tesarik One: She grinned, and then glanced down her body and then shrugged,
"Dirty, a bit bloody, but nothing that won't heal and clean up with a bath."
DaemianBerazalle: He nodded to Ellis and the woman he knew not, looking up
to put her face to memory. An awkward bow given, but he didn't drop the body
he'd slung over his left shoulder. "Your arrival was timely, and welcomed.
What say we return
DaemianBerazalle: to the Inne to see what's become of our trap setter?" He
made to move out, then spoke in a command to his thrall. "Follow." He set
off then, following his own suggestion, pondering the entirety of the
situation as he was sure
DaemianBerazalle: Maria was going to want answers on the matter.
psionic wanderer: See, now this is why Dorian had stayed to mind the inne!
He was sitting at the bar, Hana tending to a gash above his left eyebrow for
him so he could have his damned tea, and the young woman who'd burst in
earlier was sitting next
SwordOfAtrophy: He made a motion to gaze her over as well, in a low mumble.
"Yes, the options are endless." Ah, yes, back inside to report. "Oh, quite
right.. I believe I owe our lovely rescuer a piece of cake as well." Off,
back to the front door.
psionic wanderer: to him, a small blackjack still in hand, just...staring at
nothing. Even a little slack-jawed. Dorian's reply if asked would simply be
"I think I broke her." And a shrug! (brb)
DaemianBerazalle: He deposited his unconscious assailant on the floor,
securing his hands behind his back with a set of manacles. "Kneel." The
command given and the same was done to him. He tucked the kerchief in his
pack, keeping it fresh as long
Tesarik One: She headed back to the inne with the others, bending her head a
tad to get into the room since most doors weren't made for ladies over 7 feet
tall, and then found herself a place to sit.
Tesarik One: (I'm about dead tired and gonna head to bed)
DaemianBerazalle: as possible so he could go do some hunting. He picked up
his wine, then moved over to the woman and clapped her on the shoulder
gently. "Thank you again, for your assistance. Get some rest, you've earned
it."
SwordOfAtrophy: (you have a good night, now, or whats left of it)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One has left the room.
SwordOfAtrophy: He'd cut Sessa a piece of cake for her to take upstairs,
because cake was always better in the bathtub! Then he sat down on his stool
again, to finish his own cake. "Did you get anything out of her before you..
broke her?"
OnlineHost: Tales0fBeauty has left the room.
psionic wanderer: "Uh. She hit me in the head all of a sudden, and I usually
frown on such things. I let loose with a burst of psychic energy and she's
been like this ever since." He looked over to the girl and tilted his head,
then reached out with
psionic wanderer: his hook and nudged her jaw up so her mouth closed, and it
stayed, at least.
DaemianBerazalle: "Two years dry . . . there will be a reckoning for this."
He brought a fist crashing down into the jaw of his thralled subject,
unconsciousness releasing him from Dae's grip. "Was anyone hurt?" He nodded
as he heard Dorian's
DaemianBerazalle: report, nudging the newly unconscious fool with a boot.
"Well, we can get some answers from these two when they awaken."
psionic wanderer: "Apart from my blow to the head and whatever it is I did
to her, no. I can't say she will 'awaken', as she's already awake. She's
just...not home?" He looked to the girl again and shrugged once more. "I was
just going to take her
psionic wanderer: to the nearest healer and see what's what, and have her
taken to the dungeon afterwards."
SwordOfAtrophy: He reached over and snapped his fingers in front of the
woman, waving them around in front of her face, trying to illicit any
response from her at all. "Worse comes to worse she can get a job as a
mannequin or a portrait model."
psionic wanderer: "Well I could always use more research subjects, as well."
DaemianBerazalle: "We encountered a fellow in a gold mask, claiming these
lot weren't a part of Runik. He spoke with the group's authority, as their
leader. Another peculiar interest is he had no scent, so I won't be able to
track him." He
DaemianBerazalle: finished his wine, then ordered a scotch from Hana. He
had to get the taste of blood out of his mouth, not wanting to let it do any
more harm to himself.
psionic wanderer: "A gold mask, you say?" He sat up a little, thinking, then
grinned a little. "Now that is interesting. Can you describe him any
further?"
DaemianBerazalle: "Mottled cape, quick with his hands, favored daggers and
throwing knives . . . " He racked his brain, trying to remember every detail
he picked up on. "Quite nimble, no stranger to rooftop fighting, theatrics
to aid in his
DaemianBerazalle: disappearance. Kept his features hidden for the most
part."
psionic wanderer: "Well that certainly sounds like the fellow I'm thinking
of. Maria may be pleased to hear that, since as far as I know she's got no
idea what ever became of her little spy."
DaemianBerazalle: "I picked up some of the blood from the fellow who was the
leader of this band of robbers. Goldie let the man go to report to his
leaders. I'll be able to track him and them down if it's required."
psionic wanderer: "I'd wait and see what Maria wants you to do with it. If
Runik is involved, I'd rather not get in the mess by handing out orders or
anything of the sort." He had a sip of his tea, finishing off the cup, then
set it down and
psionic wanderer: levitated the teapot on over so he could refill it.
SwordOfAtrophy: "So many rogue groups, so little time.." He twiddled a piece
of cake on the fork. "What exactly is the deal with Runik?"
psionic wanderer: "I can't speak for what they did before, I was still in
Zyon at the time, newly reincarnated. I know that as a general rule they
seemed to be the anti-Obsidian Heart. Daemian would probably have more
specific stories with regards to
psionic wanderer: what they were up to that got Maria so angry."
DaemianBerazalle: "Bunch of runts that want what we have . . . they've
worked in the past to secure objects of power and the like. Thorn in our
asses for the most part. I didn't get involved in too many missions
regarding them before they went
DaemianBerazalle: dark, unfortunately. Been in a few skirmishes with their
members, so I can say this tactic from these thugs isn't their normal sip of
tea. Normally if they strike with odds, they do it with tougher members. It
will be interesting
DaemianBerazalle: to know why they'd be idiotic enough to claim to be Runik
if they aren't."
psionic wanderer: "Perhaps, with Runik having been silent for so long, apart
from recently breaking Maria's window, these other people wanted to draw
Maria's attention to them by doing something a bit more violent? They likely
want to set Runik and
psionic wanderer: the Heart at each others' throats once again."
SwordOfAtrophy: "Maybe.. but they didn't even try to run away... seems a
rather silly notion to basically give up your own lives for that."
DaemianBerazalle: "Well, he aided us in dispatching them, and their
unwillingness to flee is definitely a key note of interest. Could have been
a simple ploy to try and capture some of us, we've had plenty of new recruits
of late. Something not
DaemianBerazalle: foreign to Runik tactics, I might add." He shook his head
and just sighed, sitting down at the bar once more. "I don't think I'll ever
be able to trust that Runik didn't have a hand in this. I'm more than a bit
cynical and
DaemianBerazalle: skeptical when it comes to them."
psionic wanderer: "If Maria's paying attention to Runik, and Runik is on
the defensive, a third party would be relatively unopposed in whatever they
wish to do. To some people, that'd be worth throwing away a few lives. I'd do
it." He shrugged. "And
psionic wanderer: if the person in the gold mask is Maria's spy, and he's
now claiming to run Runik, his undercover mission must have been ...a bit
more successful than his disappearance would lead anyone to believe." He
thought on that a moment.
psionic wanderer: "It would also explain why Runik has been so out of the
picture lately, if they were being torn apart from within and reshaped." He
shrugged. "I suppose we'll just have to wait and see."
DaemianBerazalle: "Well, my journey into the Scarred Lands might need to
wait, then." He thought on that a moment, slapping an open palm down atop
the bar. "Then again, they could be preparing for a foray there. We'll need
info. Whatever they are
DaemianBerazalle: about now, their resurgence didn't catch me completely
off-guard. Seems I returned in good time, at least."
psionic wanderer: (alright fellas I'm beat)