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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 9 2006, 10:36 AM (346 Views) | |
| queen_gwenefiere | Apr 9 2006, 10:36 AM Post #1 |
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Beneath it's fur, everything itched. It was because of that powder Cyrian put on him before they left for this Goddess forsaken place. Cyrian had said, though and Norban, barely understood, that... "I get Flea pocks whenever I travel with you mongrels..." Norban wanted to eat him for it, but let him fluff the powder about his fur, even bending thoughtfuly so the idiot could poof it in his face too. The sneezes were loud and bloody, Norban had never been De-fleaed before. The travel had been long, he and his commrades floating over here on a boat, blighted with sea-sickness and rats. The rats had made for a good meal, but there was only so many rats and alot more Werewolves. Norban knew that they were going against the laws, but was not intelligent to understand all that was going on. All he cared aout was his prize, which he had know idea what it was. It was a sufficient bribe though and here he was, standing, listening, waiting for the One that Cyrian said already killed a great deel of their leagions. Norban was the smartest of the group and that was saying the most. Cyrian knew this and after a little while of watching the lights link off in his mind, Ordered Narban to go and take down the Gail that was washing through. Norban took this with a little pondering, before Cyrian Whipped around and kicked him straight in the gut. It didn't hurt much, but it was disrespectful. He would take no more. Grabbing Cyrian by the throat, He lifted him to eye level and roared in his face. He did not know it but it eched far, all the way to their Death's ear. His arm shot out, the jester hit the wall. Norban let go of his neck and he slumped to the loor, unconcious but not dead. He mumbled in his foul language to the others not to eat him. There were six of them, all huddled in the room as Cyrian's aurd as he worked his magick on trying to stop the turbine. It was not happening though, the mechanisms were too powerful, and old for such tamper. Norban began his hike up through the caverns. He would meet her halfway and they would fight. He had a feeling of coming doom, and it some odd way knew that this may be his end. After all, Those on the right hand of The Vampire Queen were powerful indeed. |
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| LadySabre | Apr 11 2006, 09:08 AM Post #2 |
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She knew he was coming. Not the leader himself, but someone more powerful than those she’d killed already. Her muscles tensed but she knew she needed to relax. There was no way she’d have enough time to let her powers build back up if she didn’t relax and let them. Brushing her fingers through Kael’s mane, she kept him at a quiet walk so that she could bide her time. She didn’t want his energy pulsing up through her, running her energy on high as well. Moving her hands to rest on the pommels of Althea and Virote, she closed her eyes, letting Kael guide himself. The two blades hummed with more power than she’d ever felt in them before and she smiled. It warmed her palms, inside and out, and the warmth traveled all throughout her arms and then down through the rest of her body. “It’s time.” Her eyes opened, flashing crimson, and she squeezed Kael’s sides with her legs. He didn’t have to be told twice to pick up the pace. He knew what was coming, too, and he was antsy to get there, though he knew he would not be allowed, unless there were grunts. If there were grunts, they would be open game for the dark horse. Neighing happily at the thought, Sabre grinned at her steed’s anxiousness to be in battle and urged him faster through the tunnels. The stench was like a wall that she slammed into. It was too late – she’d already inhaled by the time she realized what it was – wet, dirty dog. Shuddering, she coughed, but kept on. If those mongrels she’d slain had stunk, the dog she was marching towards reeked. She chuckled to herself, realizing that she was paying closer attention to what this thing smelled like rather than who it was, what it was, or what kind of powers it wielded. At last, she could see him. It was just another wolf, though this one was obviously larger than the others. Sabre smirked over to him as she dismounted, her hands resting idly on the swords at her hips. “So, you’re the one I’m to fight, eh?” Her eyes moved up and down his body, sizing her opponent up. “Huh… I figured they’d send someone stronger. Guess today’s just not my lucky day. But I can see that you’re smarter than the other beasts I’ve slaughtered, so I’ll give you a chance.” She paced back and forth, furrowing her brows as if in thought. She was fully aware of every movement the large wolf made, ready if he decided to pounce. She stopped and turned to face him. “Who do you work for? And what is it that you are all doing down here? Why disrupt our world? Wouldn’t you be pissed if we came into your world and started fucking with stuff? Yes, you would. So again, I ask you: Why? Power? Money? A little pat on the head or treat from your master? Why?” |
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| queen_gwenefiere | Apr 11 2006, 12:04 PM Post #3 |
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His sharp ears picked up the sound of the horses hooves on the flat stone that lined the cavrn. He smiled in his toothy canine way, his enormous paws gripping the air as he moved up a small elevation in the path. The smell came to him then, of Patchouli and hay, it made hm sneeze softly, but he kept going, slinking now down and through the tunnel. He stopped then though at the top of the small knoll. There the creature was, standing lovely, and appetizing. He smiled again and stepped up closer than the average wolf. He towerd almost to the top of the tunnel, her long shaggy fur almost a shield in itself. His breast and abdomnen was covered in a long metal plate. He held no weapons, didn't need any. He decided then that he would break her legs, eat her horse and then finish her off. She would be the best tasting, he figured, no matter how well the horse was fed. Her voice caught him off gaurd. He listened the best he could, as the Endymion accent was even more difficult that what Cyrian spoke. He understood some of it and suprisingly he awnsered. "Thuh Dahrk Wisahd, iss Whomb Ah Wurhk Foah. Mahrcyus. Heh ssendss his Regarhds shweeth Wahrrior." (The Dark Wizard, is whom I work for. Marcyus. He sends his regards Sweet warrior.) Who was she to question him? His jaw hurt and it angered him. Taking a deep breaht, his chest barreled up, in an almost comical way, and he dropped to all fours, his maw opening wide. He roared like a mutated Lion-wolf. It was hideous and Low, so much that it would have given one a gut ache. A long White stripe ran down it's spine and encumbered it's tail. Spittle flew out around her, from it's huge locking teeth. It covered three of the fifteen feet that seperated them in a mere second and Pounced. OOC: Get him Sabre! Kill his big bad hairy ass!. |
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| LadySabre | Apr 12 2006, 06:49 PM Post #4 |
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OOC: Uhm, for RP time's sake, I'm just gonna RP him, too. If that ain't okay, just let me know and I'll go back and change my post.
Sabre's eyes wandered up to gaze at the creature standing before her. He was large. Hell, he was enormous. But he didn't scare her one bit. She grinned up at him cockily and pushed a strand of dazzling white hair from her face as he answered in his uneducated but understandable voice. Marcyus... She tucked the name and title into the back of her mind before hopping from Kael's saddle. The creature ran and leapt into the air. As Kael stepped back obediently, Sabre took a step forward to meet the creature. Mumbling under her breath, she finally let out a defiant yell of her own as she moved forward more. His outstretched paws missed their target as she ducked under them. Instead, his large chest collided with something rather strong and immovable, much like a brick wall. She bent her elbows as she held up the enormous wolf, just enough so that she could toss him back into the air. He landed on his two hind legs with ease, but he was slightly taken aback. He'd never seen something so small be so strong. Even as strong as she was, she was no match for him. Lifting his chin, he puffed out his chest again, sending a second roar over to the dark woman. Sabre sneered. This creature was too arrogant for his own good. But then again, so was she sometimes. Sometimes? Okay, all the time. She laughed in response to the wolf's roar. A chill raced down Norban's spine as the woman laughed. It was so evil. It reminded him a lot of Marcyus' laugh, when he did laugh, which was a rare occasion indeed. But this woman. She seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. Perhaps she was part wolf. With another roar, this one smaller than the first two, Norban charged her again, keeping all four paws on the ground this time. Sabre's violet eyes flashed as she watched the wolf charge her again. She grinned and waited until he was closer... closer... She pulled Althea from her sheath as the wolf reached about a foot out of her reach. When he finally got close enough to where he would have been able to snag her, Sabre hopped lightly to the side. The wolf's momentum carried him a few paces further, durnig which time, Sabre swung Althea at his hind side, the flat of her blade connecting with his rear. She laughed even harder now. Norban growled viciously as he neared her. He could taste her now. So close... She pulled a sword from her belt, but it was too late. He would be there before she could weild it. Her eyes told a different story, though, and it was then he knew she could not be touched... not this charge, at least. He passed her and just as he was about to turn, he felt something solid and metal connect with his rear. He almost yelped, scared that her blade had sunk deep into his hips. But he felt no pain, other than the stinging on his rear and pride. Furious now, he spun, his eyes showing the rage that had been building up inside him. "Yoo DIE!" he roared, more spittle flying out as his voice echoed throughout the cavernous tunnel system. "Been there, done that," she answered casually. "Twice." A feral grin spread across her lips and finally, she took the initiative to charge. Althea clanged loudly as she connected with the metal breastplate the beast was wearing. Instinctively, Sabre brought her right hand up, grabbing the wrist of the claw that was swinging down at her head. "Ah, ah, ah. Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not nice to hit girls?" Norban howled in pain as the dark woman twisted his wrist. He felt the tendons and bones turning and cracking. If it wasn't completely broken, he knew his wrist was at least severly sprained. But he had a job to do. Snarling, he focused on the task at hand, rather than the pain throbbing through it and tried this time to wrap his large arms around the frail woman. There was no way her bones could survive a bear hug from his huge wolf grip. Althea continued to pound against the metal breastplate as the wolf howled and then snarled. She could feel the metal beginning to weaken beneath her blows. But the wolf had regained his composure and was attacking Sabre now, so she had to act fast. The huge arms wrapped around Sabre's body before she could swing Althea at one to stop it. She grunted in discomfort at the overly powerful bear hug. Althea wriggled, trying to get herself free. Knowing full well that she couldn't, she did the next best thing. Norban grinned wolfishly as he grabbed just above his hurt wrist to keep the hug as tight as possible. He could feel her body wriggling around, trying to escape, but she couldn't. No one had ever broken his bear hug. He was about to start squeezing harder when he froze. Powerful shocks of electricity flowed through his body, starting at his chest. It was as if he was back at training, when they had those horrible collars that would shock him when he was bad, only this was ten times worse. Althea sent her electrical abilities into the metal breastplate of the wolf. Sabre watched as he froze, his body unable to do anything while he was being shocked. Knowing that while she held Althea and their bond was still strong she would not get hurt from this attack, she shrugged the wolf's arms away from her body. Smirking, she brought her right hand back, the left still gripping Althea as she held the wolf paralyzed. Her fist flew forward, connecting with the wolf's jaw. Althea dropped her spell as Sabre's punch hit home and the pair watched him fall to the floor. Norban saw the dark woman escape his bear hug. She'd defeated him. He wanted to cry, wanted to curl up in a ball, wanted to scream and yell and break things, like this woman's small neck. But he couldn't move! The electricity stopped humming through his body, but he still couldn't move. He watched as the dark woman brought her fist back and barely felt the blow against his already sore jaw. Unable to stop himself and regain his balance, he felt himself falling backwards. The last thing he saw before blacking out was the ceiling of the tunnel and the face of the dark woman, her violet eyes glowing as she smiled down at him. It was a gentle, satisfied smile that made her look all the more appetizing. "Hmph... That bastard bruised my ribs." ~Good thing I was here to save you,~ Althea's voice rang out in Sabre's mind. "I could have broken out," Sabre mumbled. ~All you have to say is "Thank you, Althea" or "Good thinking, Althea" or something along those lines. I'll accept anything like that, really, I will.~ Sighing, Sabre rolled her eyes. In her mind and heart, she was truly thankful for the sword's ability to think quickly and despite what the sword said, she knew Althea knew. "Well, he's not dead... What should I do with him?" ~Kill him.~ "No... I want answers... Hmm... I've got an idea. But first..." Closing her eyes, Sabre brought Althea up to her stomach, holding the blade vertically so that she touched her. Warmth flowed through her body as she felt the bruises on her ribs quickly healing. When she opened her eyes, her abdomen tingled with the sensation of having just been healed. She loved the feeling. Whether it was because it was relaxing or because it meant she had just been in a fight, she wasn't sure, but she loved it all the same. "Now on to you..." she said, smirking at the unconcious wolf sprawled out on the floor. A few minutes later, Sabre had the wolf propped up against the side of the tunnel. His hands and feet were bound with some rope, which was connected tightly to his new collar - her belt. Making sure that everything was tied tightly, she crouched down to the side of the wolf, holding Althea out to touch his fur gently and began to murmur quietly. A white aura glowed around the wolf and Sabre opened her eyes. She'd healed him, not too much, but enough to wake him up out of unconciousness. As his eyes fluttered open slowly, she sheathed Althea and smiled down at him. "You're tied up, so there's no reason for you to struggle in any way. If you do, however, I will not restrain myself from slitting your throat. Now that that's out of the way, I've got a few questions for you. First, what's your name?... Second, who do you work for?... Third, what are you and all of your goons doing down here?... Fourth, why are you sending troops up to infiltrate those of Ombra di Notta?... Fifth, what's so special about the city?... And sixth, do you know a Nexus?" She left time in between each question so that he could answer quickly. If he was smart, he would just start spewing answers for her. If he wasn't so smart and tried to lie, she'd know in an instant, and so would the swords lying at her feet. "If you need me to repeat anything, just let me know. I've got all day." She smiled pleasantly and sat back on her butt, crossing her legs, eagerly waiting for the answers that would come. |
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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| queen_gwenefiere | Apr 13 2006, 07:26 PM Post #5 |
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Norban grumbled as he regained conciousness. He ached, and throbbed where she had gotten him, or wait...No! He was bound! The little bitch! He growled and focused his vision to find, would you believe it? The little EbonyFolk. Though he sat in a fog of discomfort, he heard her words, listening intently. He felt like a child, young and helpless. How could it be so? He had never been defeated...that was why he was here, sitting in the situation he was. He growled a little again and then tried his best to awnser. "Nowrbahn....Ahnd Ah Towld youh dat I wuhrk foah Mahrcyusss. Heh Whants what isss hhis. The Cihty...." He paused to let her take in the information. he would have smiled had he been capable. But all he could do was turn up the corners of his mouth a little and show his gruesome rows of teeth. "Ahs Foah Nhecksus, I Khnowh 'im Nhot." he was not sure wheter or not he knew the man, and what business of hers was it if he did? SHe would kill him anyways. He deserved it. He had ruined the lives of many, and he almost welcomed it, and would thank her with his last breath if she did. All this form was was a trap, boundaries on his spirit. That was up to her though, and he felt she would make a wise decision. OOC: Sorry so short...But It will get better. If you kill him fine...but try a different approach maybe...or not. Lol Either way, I'm happy. Not sure what to do with him, use him if you can. I think he is a little afraid of her... |
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| LadySabre | Apr 13 2006, 11:47 PM Post #6 |
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She frowned, unsure of what to do with the creature tied up before her. She could kill him here and now just to get it over with, or she could let him live and use him. But how?... His answers weren't what she was looking for. He was a force to be reckoned with, not the sharpest weapon in their arsenal. Growling under her breath, she stood, stretching the muscles in her legs. If he was here, he'd tell her exactly what she should do. But he wasn't. So she had to make the choice herself. "Are you of any use to me?" she asked the creature, giving him a hard stare. "I'll never trust you, but if you'd like to keep your life in order to help me and MY city, I'll let you live." Norban said nothing. She was offering him his life - a better life than the one he'd had more than likely. His eyes gleamed, pleading yes, but he kept quiet. He was tired, but the idea of living longer was quite enticing. A low rumble started in his throat. He couldn't stop it. It was a growl, but not a menacing one. It sounded more like a 'Whatever' kind of noise, which is how he felt. If she killed him, it would be quick and easy. He was not afraid of death. And so he waited for her decision. ~What do you think, Althea?~ ~Kill him.~ ~Keep him!~ Virote's voice rang out in the two females' minds. Sabre's eyes widened some as she perked a brow to look down at the sword at her right hip. ~Why?~ ~He doesn't want to die. He'll be good. And if he won't... Well, let's just say I don't think his fur will make a very good rug once he's deceased.~ Virote's fiery energy crackled in Sabre's mind, sending a sort of energizing warmth through her body. She sent a small grin down to Norban. "You'll live. You'll come with me and we'll find your master, Marcyus. You should be able to point him out to me just find, shouldn't you?" Norban didn't like it when the dark woman got that glint in her eyes. It meant she was scheming. He didn't like it when the dark woman schemed. In the few minutes (hours? how long had he been out?) he'd known her, every time she'd gotten that glint in her eyes, that smirk on her lips and that scheming attitude, Norban got hurt. He nodded obediently. "That's a good pup." Keeping eye contact with him the whole time, she untied the ropes binding his paws. She moved to Kael, wrapping the ropes back where they belonged on the saddle while Norban got his paws back to feeling untingly and asleep so that he could walk. "Just remember: any movement of agression towards me and mine, I will not hesitate to kill you, or have my steed kill you for me. Clear?" "Yessh, mham." "Good. I think we're going to get along just fine... So, what did you say your name was? Norban?" Sabre linked her left arm into the right one of Norban's as she began to stroll casually with the beast as if he wasn't almost double her size and hadn't been attacking her 10 minutes earlier. She smiled pleasantly, knowing the charm spell she'd worked on the creature while he was still hazy after regaining consciousness would keep in effect for quite awhile, even without the threats she'd put on his life. She gazed off down the tunnel as Kael walked beside her, his hooves barely making a noise on the stone floor. "Yes, I think we'll get along fine. My name is Sabre, by the way. So, what is the master whom you just came from's name? And how many wolves does he have with him? I'll need to know, of course, so that I can determine whether to go in armed or not." She chuckled at this. Something, Norban couldn't tell what, was funny about what she'd just said. Unsure why, he found himself chuckling with her in his own, odd, wolfish way, as if it was the proper thing to do as the trio continued down the tunnel toward Cyrian. What would he think when he saw this? Norban wasn't sure, but he didn't really care. He wasn't worried about Cyrian. Even without the dark woman, he could defeat the old wizard, but having the dark woman here at his side lifted his confidence so much more anyways. He could definitely get used to this. OOC: I'll take over Norban if you wanna deal with Cyrian and the others. *grins* Still hasn't found the info she needs. LoL. But now Sabre's got a pet!... until she decides he's of no use to her, of course, and offs him. *cackles* Hopefully he'll prove useful, though. lol.
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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| queen_gwenefiere | Apr 14 2006, 04:32 PM Post #7 |
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OOC: SOunds good!! Alright, I'm gonna take care of Cyrian for you....*jumps* IC: He was out for a good while, maybe a half hour. It was odd how, before he woke, he could already feel the pain in his neck. Maybe he was already awake. The Old haggard bastard sat up slowly, feeling the eyes of the wolves around him. He was a heavyset man, Obece was a better word though. Four-hundred pounds of Jelly man. In his robes, he looked even worse. Many had asked earlier on in his life wether his clothes had been made by Omar the Tent Maker. He had run away crying, and self-concious. It had all turned around though, he had thought. He felt all powerful at Marcyus Side. The Dark one had taken him in. It was an odd partnership, one sided mostly, the effort coming from Only Cyrians side. The Lard ass pulled himself from the floor shaklily, as it was hard to lift himself and his access weight. He was not tall, and that made it even more difficult. Once up, he focused his eyes, looking up to the Werewolves. "WHat Are you looking at! You Mongrels!" He waved a arm, the flab of it a step behind. Most looked away, snickering in their wolfish way. They knew how dumb and full of himself he really was. Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his throat, and moved to his panel. Norban was still alaive, and what...? Headed their way! Excitement wheled up in his stomach. He must have killed the beast. Stepping to the chair at the side of the panel, he sat, and waited for a minute. He was somewhat afraid though, had a bad feeling if you wil. It made him fidgity, uneasy in the place that he was. He ould feel the energy of the Queen as his master had told him. What had he expected?? Not this, that was for sure. Just as he was beginning to get comfortable again though, he heard something not too far down the tunnel. "Put your gaurds up you inbred bastards!" He shout caught the 9 gaurds attention, and they began to form a tight circle around him. The peddler was ready. |
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| LadySabre | Apr 15 2006, 12:41 AM Post #8 |
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They were getting closer to Norban's direct boss, whom he'd said was named Cyrian. Already she could smell the man, his odor that of a filthy pig of a man on top of the stench of the wolves. Wrinkling her nose, she shook her head. "How did you put up with that stench?" Norban's silent, but dumbly knowing glance told her everything. It hadn't been easy, but they'd had to deal with it because of Marcyus. 'It' was in reference to Cyrian, of course. Sabre grinned. "Too bad I'm more connected to the powers of fire than those of water. Otherwise today would be bath day." She sent Norban and wink, which he smiled back at in his wolfish way. Damn her and her charm! "Well, well, well... What have we got here, Norban? Looks like they all want to play, wouldn't you say so?" Norban growled, the hairs on the back of his neck rising at the sight of Cyrian. Oh, how he despised that stupid, fat, wretch of a human. He didn't wait for Sabre's signal, didn't even know if she'd sent one. He charged into the group of wolves and by the fact that he wasn't snatched back by the dark woman, he guessed she was okay with that. A roar rushed past his lips as the wolves who'd been guards under him scrambled for their weapons to protect the man whom Marcyus had said it was imminent to protect. But Cyrian didn't matter. Marcyus wouldn't care that the fat lard was gone. One less pawn he'd have to deal with when his whole plan was done and successful. The thought of Sabre and the power that the woman weilded, though, made Norban re-think the idea of Marcyus succeeding. If this woman wasn't even the most powerful person in the city, how was Marcyus supposed to defeat the most elite? Sabre smirked as Norban charged into the other wolves. Turning to Kael, she removed a shortbow from the saddle and nocked an arrow. She pulled back the string and let the arrow fly before doing the same thing again. The two first wolves Norban would have encountered dropped just before he reached them, lessening the number of enemies for her new pet to deal with. She let out a content sigh and nocked two more arrows. Another wolf to the left of Norban dropped, two arrows in his throat. Snatching a few more arrows out of the quiver, she shut it and stuffed their shafts into her mouth so that Kael could follow Norban into the battle. She would sit this one out, taking the wolves out for the pair. Norban watched as the wolves in front of him dropped. He smiled. Fighting on the side of the dark woman was definitely much more exciting. More enemies to kill and a much better partner in that one woman and her horse than all nine of these wolves combined made for a much more fun battle. His claws ripped into a wolf as soon as he got close enough. Behind him, he heard the sound of hoofbeats and before he knew it, the horse was beside him, impaling another wolf with the horn on top of his head. Norban let out a blood-curdling howl, which echoed through the tunnel and up a well nearby. Shoving past two more wolves, Norban let the dark horse deal with finishing their lives. His target was the huge one in front of him. Just as he had done before leaving to kill the dark woman, his right paw reached out, wrapping around Cyrian's neck. He lifted the man up, squeezing tightly around his throat as he growled viciously. A wolf charged him from behind, but he was ready. His left paw flew out and he roared in Cyrian's face. He backhanded the pup to send him flying back, into the rear hooves of Kael, who was currently rearing and bucking. The horse alone had already taken out three, now four wolves. There were two wolves left. Licking her lips, Sabre whistled and as Kael came back obediently, his thirst for blood satiated for the moment, let loose another arrow. She heard the wolf yelp in pain as the arrow entered the side of his head and watched as her second arrow stuck into the last wolf's chest. She'd missed his heart, so he was still up. Yanking the last arrow out of her mouth, she nocked it and pulled back on the string. She let it go. Cyrian's large body hit the ground with a loud, sickening crunch. He immediately began drowning in a large puddle of blood, coming from his head, where it had connected with a rock. "Happy now, my pet?" Sabre cooed, replacing her bow and dusting her hands off. Moving towards the panel, she looked it over, unsure at the moment what everything meant. Her violet eyes scanned the rest of the room, in search of the missing stones. If she couldn't find them here, perhaps Norban could tell her where they were. "You know anything about this panel, Norban?" she asked, beckoning him to join her as she took a seat at the panel. Kael snorted and shook his maned neck as if to say 'Puh-lease!', which made Sabre chuckle. "Or anything about the stones that the imps have been gathering? I need to know where those are, too." As she looked up at Norban, her eyes were gentle, but commanding and he knew there was no way he could lie to her. So he would tell her all the truth he could. OOC: Which will be up to you, my dear Queeny, since I don't know! Tee hee! I figured Norban wanted the kill more than Sabre, so I had her let him get it while she brushed up on her archery skills. She's been slacking. Stupid Althea and Virote always wanting to practice sword fighting. *snickers* ;P By the way - if y'all are still in that underground-y area dungeon type place, is there a passage that leads from there to where Sabre is? If so, our parties could meet up and the Queen could meet Sabre's new pet. LoLp.s. Damn! How do my posts always end up being so frikken long?! lol |
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| queen_gwenefiere | Apr 16 2006, 10:20 PM Post #9 |
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OOC: Sorry Hun! I've tried to write this post about five times...and each time I get it, done, my comp screws up and I lose it. I figured out the problem though and here is your posty!! I'm not going to accent the speaking part though, that takes a long ass time Lol. IC: Norban stepped to the little dark creature, bending to admire the Panel. There was a series of red dots up and down the screen. and one green dot. The werewolf pnndered how to explain it to her. "The panel is not from here, Cyrian bought it in a shop in Exillion. The red dots are the dead werewolves and this green on is me." He pointed to each for example. "Marcyus thinks that he owns Ombra Di Notta, he is one of the ones who helped to build it He says he is one of the spirits that first held council with Lillith and Caine." His Jaw was beginning to hurt but he kept going. The Legend of Ombra DI Notta was world known, in most places anyways. "The stones though, are in the river..." Cyrian had ordered the small creatures to throw them someplace hidden. Norban felt almost wrong giving her all the information, but he kept going, his was the only ass that mattered now. Anyways, this little creature had mowed down at least twenty werewolves, and a horde of ferocious imps. Norban stood no chance. So he didn't act like it. He ahd learned at a younge age, that A woman of any kind, held the blood of a killer. He hated to but spoke once more, giving her the last of information, before his jaw would really ache. "Marcyus wanted the stones gone so that he could attack the city once the Oourze was down. Everyone knows of the magickal protection of the city. We must get them from the water before it carries off their charge. Once one is gone, they will all go out, one by one." He stepped back from her and toward the doorway. It was true, Magick worked that way sometimes, especialy with something as delicate as the Oourze. It did need a door though. |
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| LadySabre | Apr 16 2006, 11:37 PM Post #10 |
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Sabre smiled as Norban spoke to her, explaining everything he knew. He wan't as stupid as she'd thought. Good. She smirked at all the red dots. There was a trail of red, almost like blood, scattered down the tunnel she'd come in. Pointing to a smaller tunnel to the east, she frowned. "This leads out to the river directly, or is my direcional sense a bit turned around?" Of course it wasn't. She was, after all, mostly Drow. She'd lived a large portion of her life underground in the cavernous cities of the Underdark. By asking him questions which she figured he would know the answers to for sure, she could hopefully boost his morale some, making him believe he was helpful to her, and thus, in the end, make him more loyal to her. Norban nodded, his jaw aching too much to speak the simple word. Sabre saw and nodded in return before spinning from the chair to walk to Kael. "You can run?" It was more of a sentence than a question, but she made sure to say it gently. Putting one leg in the stirrup, she swung her other leg over Kael's back and sat in the saddle. "Once we've saved the city, I'll get you a better collar," she said with a chuckle as she noticed that her belt was still buckled around his neck. Squeezing Kael's sides gently, she ducked low as he cantered down a side tunnel, the one she knew led to the river. It didn't take long for them to reach the end of the tunnel. "Watch your eyes," Sabre called back, closing her own as the brightness of the setting sun washed over her face. A few moments later, Kael slowed and then stopped, waiting for his rider and her new pet to get their eyes re-acquainted with the light. He had two sets of eyelids, one just a blurry film-ish thing, which helped him readjust much quicker. "Alright boys. Let's spread out. There's at least ten stones in here." Hopping down from the saddle, Sabre moved forward to the river, thirty yards away. Looking down, she scowled. There were so many stones on the shore... how was she supposed to know which was which? Norban's large paw reached down into the water and he pulled a stone out. "Magical," he said, his voice gruff and his jaw slowly getting to be less painful from all the talking he'd done back down in the tunnel. 'Duh,' Sabre thought to herself, mentally slapping her forehead. Holding her hands out towards the water, she let the magic of the glow stones wash over her, following their trails with ease. She had four in her hands as she waded knee-deep in the water and finally looked back to Norban. He had one more than she and was leaning down to pick up another. "Any others over there?" He shook his head and moved back to the shore before shaking his hind section off. He wanted to dunk his entire body into the cool water to get that god awful flea powder off of him, but at least it was off his arms and legs for now. The dark woman would most likely bathe him soon. He knew he smelled bad, but it wasn't his fault - he'd been stuck on a ship for who knew how many days with many other mangy, dirty wolves. "Alrighty." Kael stomped his hoof impatiently as Sabre made her way back to shore, seven stones in her arms. "One more?" Kael nodded his head furiously, making Sabre smirk. "Alrighty. Norban, come here. We'll put the stones in this sack." The large wolf went to her obediently and they dropped all of their stones in, including the last one Kael had found. "Let's just hope that's all of them, eh," she chuckled. Steel flashed in the bushes across the river from Sabre and she bared her teeth, pulling Althea and Virote out instinctively. Norban tensed, his eyes moving to where Sabre was glaring. "Lady Sabre!" A wereguard emerged from the bushes and quickly sheathed his short sword. Somewhat relieved, Sabre put her swords back and walked to the edge of the water. "Yes?" "Wereguards looking for you. You no come back. Where you go? No sign of Nexus." "I'm terribly sorry. Nexus does not matter at this point, though. What does is you getting all of the guards back to the city. I want you to personally get a message to the Queen for me. A man named Marcyus has been trying to take down the Oourze." She saw the way the wereguard stiffened, but continued anyways. If he wasn't paying close attention before, he was now. "Tell her I'm putting the Oourze back together and will return to her once I'm done. Find her. And be quick about it. Dismissed." With a quick bow, the wereguard took off back the way he'd come. Sabre heard the howl and finally turned back to Norban. "Let's hurry." Again, the pair took off down the tunnel at a run. They passed through the room with the panel and finally, a few minutes later, arrived at the glowing room with the stones. "Gotta keep hurrying, but pay close attention to the markings. We'll take them one at a time. Ten eyes on one is better than two on one." Norban wasn't quite sure what she meant about ten eyes, since there were only three of them in the room, all with only two eyes each. Perhaps it was a saying in the city. Pushing that thought away, he focused his attention on the task at hand. It was quick work, figuring out which ones went where, and they were done in little more than five minutes. "Alright. Hope you don't have anything here of any value. If so, we'll have to come back for it. I've got an appointment with the Queen where you're going to tell her everything you told me about Marcyus and his plot to take over Ombra di Notta. Let's go. Hyah!" She kicked Kael's sides and the dark horse took off with his dark rider. Norban launched himself forward, opting to run on all fours since it was faster and easier to keep pace with the horse. When they arrived at the city gates, wereguards were there waiting for them. Sabre heard growls and the hairs on the back of her neck bristled. Her eyes moved down to Norban and then back to the guards. "He's with me," she called out. That got them to shut up. Without stopping, they dashed down the lane, past her house and onto the main street towards the entrance of the castle. Kael's hooves clattered over the cobblestone streets, whereas Norban's padded feet made no noise at all. Sabre flew from Kael's saddle as they reached the top steps of the castle entrance. Chewing on his bit, Kael walked into the castle slowly after his master and her new pet. Moving to the side of the doorway, he stood, breathing deep to get his breath after the hard ride. Sabre's pace didn't slow up at all, however, and she snarled at the nearest wereguard. Norban thought it odd that she spoke their, and his, native language, but then, he wasn't entirely surprised. The wereguard barked to one of the others near him before leading Sabre and Norban down a hall and through another doorway, down another hall... towards the Queen. |
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