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They Call It Desecration; Zieg, Nike [PM for entry]
Topic Started: Thu Nov 11, 2010 2:28 am (522 Views)
Damascus
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Damascus was playing with a gold piece.

It was one of Beaver's failed creations. If his experiment had gone right it should have been able to cancel spells. Maybe once or twice a day before the enchantment failed. Since it hadn't quite gone right, all it did was look and act like a gold piece. Still, it felt lucky which was almost as important to mages as it was to the common ruffian and was almost as good as a magic-canceling trinket. She'd brought it with her on loads of expeditions that had gone alright if not stellar.

And here, in the Ruins of Taras, she'd need all the luck she could get, wouldn't she? If it wasn't leftover demons, or the errant zombies that hadn't been slaughtered yet it'd be some wild satyr, or a random devil, or maybe a construct guarding one of Taras' legendary vaults, or a gang of feral vampires that had supposedly taken residence. Maybe it'd be a vengeful ghosts, or a pack of werewolves, or poltergeists, ghasts, mummies, ghouls, mohrgs, beholders-

...Geez was that list long...

But hey, on the bright side it might be something that had been good, once. Like a paladin, or a knight who'd sworn an oath or just some poor, random mooks, guards, refugees, saints, archangels and the ancestors knew what else. Honestly, it made her cringe a bit just to think what was out there.

Also, she wanted Beaver to stop trying to talk her out of certain expeditions. Firstly, it was a failed effort and secondly, he was aware of a disturbing number of ways to die walking into what was probably just a glorified pile of rubble.

She put the gold piece away, vaguely disgruntled and waited. Her... 'bodyguards' would be here soon, she imagined.
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Niki was walking a very long street, when she remembered why she was here...

Just the week before, While Niki was the Abyss, or something, She had gotten wind that someone needed some "body-guards" for some big thing being planned. But she couldn't be sure. As she always did, Niki had her Cloak on, covering her face from wondering eyes. Her axe was strapped to her back in a way that she could grab easily if need be, and her hells... three inch hells today. She felt better in these for this trip.

As Niki looked down, She saw that this road was very well used. There was lots of dust in the air. It made it a little hard to see where one was going.
Niki looked at the near by places. She had been going through what the person that she was supposed to meet her looked like. So far, very few people came close to it.
Maybe this is the wrong street? she thought, though she didn't believe that. Niki decided that she would follow this street to the end. But, that never came.
At every gap, Niki would look to see if she could take a turn down another street, but every time, it was just the worn down path of someones "home"

Niki had just about given up the wondering around, when she saw her. The women looked much like what Niki would have thought. As as she got closer, Niki saw that the women was alone... Wasn't there supposed to be another guard here, with me? She thought...
Niki didn't need any ones help. She could handle this, no problem! That was, if the women could fight at all. Niki sat down across from the women. Niki waited for the women to relies that she was there.
"Damascus?" Niki asked, though she already know that it was right women.
Niki had made a promise before she had set out, that she would try to control herself. She had her bag filled with raw meat, and her axe was cleaned. And, before she had left, Niki had made sure to feast, so that nothing happened while she was coming, or while she was here. Right before she got into camp, she ate, as while. First impressions are the most impotent... like my parents said... thought Niki, as she sat there, waiting with the women for other guard to show up...
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Zieg hated this place. He hated it more than almost anywhere on Taras, except perhaps the Norwood Forest which used to be his home. For some reason, the place had always been a place of bad memories, enough that the elf actually smirked a bit when he passed the ruins of the once great city. But the smirk quickly melted away on the 'job' he'd decided to take up during a lull in his travels.

For some reason, a rather ordinary bill requesting bodyguards had caught the elf's attention, but only because the the pay was so good and the job--guard duty--was soooo easy. "We seemed to be heading in the same direction anyway," he muttered, glad that he'd been able to serve his own purposes and make money at the same time. It was without doubt a win win situation...assuming he ever found his client in this godforsaken place.

The elf stuck to one of the few remaining paths in Taras, certain that the client would stay relatively close to one of the roads still used by passing caravans. Though, to be precise, he was keeping behind one of the main paths--he wasn't certain that he completely trusted the call for guards. "If I've been lured out here as a trap," he muttered to no one in particular, knowing that the trick had been used in the past by desperate bandits to waylay unwary warriors.

Suddenly, a noise drew Zieg's attention, bringing him to a complete stop near the burned shell of an old house. Hiding against the ruined wall of the home, waited patiently and slowed his breathing as he caught the sound of a voice drifting through the air.

"Damascus?" a woman asked, her voice possessing a hard edge that Zieg hadn't expected.

"Well that's a coincidence," he whispered, drawing his cloak around his body as he moved towards the street and making himself visible. He said nothing as he drew close to a pair of standing forms. Coming to a stop just a few feet from the pair, Zieg pulled the wrinkled job bill from his cloak and held it in the air, clearly identifying himself as a hired hand for the day.

Let's see if this job turns out to be as easy as I hoped it would be. . .
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