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To Heir is Human II - Playground 10, Continuing... |
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Priest of Sithis |
May 23 2007, 03:21 AM
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Knower

Joined: 7-March 07
From: Ry'leh

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Mannimarco
"Oh you will, will you?" Mannimarco retorted. Mannimarco strode towards his staff and removed it from the ground. "Before you do, you might want to check on your friend there." Mannimarco pointed, and the Nord that had been unconscious before now moved for a killing blow on Kirana. "I see you have been absorbing the essence around here through the mark on your skin." Mannimarco showed hatred on his face. "Here, CATCH!" And Mannimarco threw a bolt of black energy at Rann, reflecting light as it shot towards the Dunmer.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. - Ivan Turgenev
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. - Ursula Le Guin
Know yourself and you will win all battles. - Sun Tzu
Quid quid latine dictum sit, altum videtur
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Dantrag |
May 23 2007, 03:29 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz

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Rann
Rann seriously considered attempting to catch the blak bolt, but decided against it. He made use of a small amount of his stolen energy to put an invisible wall of magicka between him and the approaching darkness.
The wall blocked the bolt, and Rann responded by telekinetically tossing a boulder Mannimarco's way. He didn't expect the boulder to kill, or even hit the necromancer, but it provided a diversion; he could now aid Kirana, their whole point in coming.
Soldin's death wouldn't be any more pointless than it already was, thanks to his two living companions.
He ran the reanimated nord through with his sword, piercing it clean through and pushing it away from Kirana. He kicked the thing to the ground then, and turned again to regard Mannimarco. He doubted he could keep up such a fight for long; he wasn't quite creative enough in the magick arts. It was all too new.
Hell, thinking of telekinesis took a few seconds, and he uses spells I've never even heard of.
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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Priest of Sithis |
May 23 2007, 03:35 AM
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Knower

Joined: 7-March 07
From: Ry'leh

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Mannimarco
Jumping to the side and rolling away from the boulder, Mannimarco lost sight of the Dunmer. Swearing in Sload, Mannimarco ran after the Dunmer, trying to locate Kirana in the process. He must of become disoriented, because he could no longer tell where anything was. Mannimarco yelled through the leash, "Girl, where are you, where ARE YOU! I still need you in my custody!" Mannimarco cursed in tongues few people even know. Seething and dismayed, Mannimarco used some of his own blood to form a sort of tracking device for Kirana. The leash had attached itself magically to Mannimarco, so Mannimarco gave the blood its own consciousness and it took off towards Kirana. Mannimarco sprinted after it.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. - Ivan Turgenev
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. - Ursula Le Guin
Know yourself and you will win all battles. - Sun Tzu
Quid quid latine dictum sit, altum videtur
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Priest of Sithis |
May 23 2007, 04:30 AM
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Knower

Joined: 7-March 07
From: Ry'leh

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Mannimarco
Stunned that Kirana replied, Mannimarco responded, "Tell that Dunmer that if he doesn't release the energy he has stored in his body, he will implode." Mannimarco followed the blood trail towards the direction of Kirana. There soon appeared shields and Mannimarco destroyed the lattice that bound them. "Girl," he said again, "This puny magic will not stop me. Tell the Dunmer of our predicament, and tell him that if he kills me, you die, and vice versa. Do not forget the lives of both of us are tied to this predicament." Mannimarco suddenly felt extremely exhausted. He forgot about the man in the Everliving Ice. Mannimarco disrupted the spell's lattice and kept running on the blood trail.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. - Ivan Turgenev
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. - Ursula Le Guin
Know yourself and you will win all battles. - Sun Tzu
Quid quid latine dictum sit, altum videtur
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Lord Revan |
May 23 2007, 01:28 PM
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Master

Joined: 6-May 06
From: Texas, USA

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Kirana
"Rann....." She managed to gasp as all the pain, physical and pschological, caught up to her.
"Rann, you can't just just kill Mannimarco. And even if you could, I would die as well!"
The pain was so keen that Kirana's legs collapsed from under her. "Somehow, when Mannimarco was torturing me, I became magically attached to him......" Rann's grief because of Soldin's death and his burning desire to slay Mannimarco were so vivid that Kirana could hardly keep her thoughts straight as Rann's hammered her mind.
"If either of us dies the other will die as well!"
Issac, thawing
As the Everliving ice melted away, Issac was sprawled onto the ground. The experience of being completely frozen had rendered him unconscious.
This post has been edited by Lord Revan: May 23 2007, 06:34 PM
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ShogunSniper |
May 24 2007, 03:42 AM
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Master

Joined: 30-May 05
From: The state of Confusion.

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QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ May 20 2007, 03:20 PM)  Amrita, Inn in Soluthus
What a dive... I don't think the drink is going to be much better, but surprizes can happen, the assassin thought as she pulled up a seat at the bar counter. A grimey bartender approached her.
"What can I get yee, lass?" he asked, drywashing his hands.
"A filn."
The bartender grimanced. "I'm sorry, lass, but we don't have anything nice like filn or brandy."
"Then what is the best thing ya got?" Amrita asked, her reddened eyes flashed and the bartender visibly winced.
"We have Nordic Mead and Sujamma, lass," he replied meekly.
Amrita gritted her teeth. Neither choices were that great. "Give me a mead then," she replied in an exasperated tone.
"Right away!" the bartender said, happy to get away from the unnerving Altmer.
As Amrita was drinking her drink, a drunken lout brushed past her and obviously tried to accidentally touch something unappropriate. A dark smirk crossed Amrita's lips and she turned around in her seat. The drunk looked back, a sheepish look on his face. She pointed a dainty finger at him.
"I know what you just did there, and I'm sure most girls would just let that go," she said as she began to approach the drunk. Suddenly, Amrita launched her arm out, smashing it into the drunk's throat, crushing his windpipe. The drunk crumpled to his knees, a sickly wheezing voice struggled out of his mouth. Amrita knelt down behind him and placed her mouth very close to his ear.
"But I'm not most girls," she whispered. She pecked his cheek with a kiss before the last breath of air escaped the drunk's lungs and he crumpled to the floor.
As she went back to her seat, those around her decided to give her a lot more space. She couldn't help but think that she might actually find some fun here.
(OOC: takin the initiative) SadrilSadril and his two lovebird companions following behind him arrived in Soluthis as the sun set completely. They walked through the small village before Sadril stopped before an Inn; the only one in town. He looked around with a graver-than-usual look on his face before turning to Brianna and Rahvin, though he said nothing.
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War is over if you want it.
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The Metal Mallet |
May 24 2007, 03:56 AM
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Master

Joined: 18-June 06
From: Kitchener, ON, Canada

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Amrita
Amrita clunked down a third glass noisly. While the taste of the drink reminded her faintly of that time she was forced to drink animal urine, the desired effect of the drink had begun to settle in. Those around her still kept their distance, despite the hazy expression on her face. The bartender nervously edged his way towards her once again.
"Another drink, lass?"
"No! I've had enough of this guar-piss!" she sneered, rising out of her seat and knocking over the stool noisely. Some patrons in the bar jumped at the noise while others stared. Amrita glared at them. "Quit lookin' at me or I'll roast them eyes out!"
Instantly, eyes returned back to their cups. Amrita smiled in satisfaction. "That's better! For now, I'm off!" she called out before shuffling her way out of the Inn. Upon her exit she bumped shoulders with a mer standing just outside of it.
"Watch out, scum! Can't you see that there's a lady trying to make her way out of here?"
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Dantrag |
May 24 2007, 04:16 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz

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OOC: I think this is the first thing Rahvin's actually done this RP. Rahvin Rahvin let go of Brianna's hand to allow for the removal of his own dagger. "You're outnumbered three to one, here," he faked a few tosses of his dagger, "I don't miss with these, either."
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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ShogunSniper |
May 24 2007, 04:16 AM
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Master

Joined: 30-May 05
From: The state of Confusion.

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QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ May 23 2007, 11:10 PM)  Amrita
The use of her name instantly sobered her up. Without thought, Amrita reversed the hand placed upon her shoulder, swinging the arm around her oppenent's back and holding it in a painful cranking position. She also held one of her concealed daggers to the mer's throat.
"People who know my name don't live for very long, so start talking if you wish to avoid that same tedency," she hissed into the mer's ear followed by pushing on the crack for added measure.
SadrilNow once more facing Brianna and Rahvin, Sadril smiled a wider grin clearly baring his fangs. He was either putting on an act or actually enjoying the situation. Neither would be out of place for the vampire. "People who hold knives to my throat suffer a fate worse than death," he hissed back, "Perhaps, if you were to remove your blade, we could talk about all the wonderful people who would like to get to know you better." The position of his arm did not seem to effect the vampire. At least, not negatively, and Amrita would find it to be slightly more flexible than most.
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War is over if you want it.
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