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| Ahriman Lordimar | Thu May 12, 2011 11:32 pm Post #1 |
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He was still unsure of exactly what had happened in the last twenty-four hours, but he was beginning to put the pieces together. The throbbing in his head told him that it involved quite a bit of rum, and the marks all over his body made him wonder if he picked a fight with someone else or they picked a fight with him, or if he just got into a fight with a blacksmith's hammer and lost. Either way he was pleasantly happy even after the night he had just had. Looking up from the barrel he had taken as his pillow, his first mate stood over him with the usual look of amusement that came to him when he found his captain passed out in the middle of a street. "Another rough night, Huh? Don't ye ever get sick of wakin' up like this?" He honestly couldn't say no to the answer, having spent most of his life amongst the aristocrats and sycophants of his home country making this sort of wild life the perfect thing for him. Not a single ounce of his days were boring, though most of them were surprisingly life threatening. He still hadn't decided if that was a plus or not. "Just help me up, Luka." The first mate laughed and offered a hand, pulling the drunk from the barrel and onto his feet. The captain took a moment to check himself, making sure that his scarf and sword were present before nodding and falling in line next to his first mate. Every few steps would require the help of his trusted friend, but he wouldn't say a thing against it. "So how is loadin' up goin?" The first mate pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket, looking to the check list that Ahriman had left from them. The only one amongst them that could read beyong Ahriman was Luka, having been taught about it by Ahriman during their days back before they came to Imythess, the two of them being runaways for many years. Ahriman sorted through the list and threw his arms in the air, a bit annoyed at the last bit of business he had to tend to. He always hated having to go do their business in the forests surrounding Cascadia, the thieves always being stand-offish with him since the battle that took place on the first day he ever entered their camp. They kept to their deal, but he always expected some sort of backstabbing amongst the fake smiles and gold that was exchanged. "So badly, great. Anyone willin' to carry some o' the supplies with me then?" Luka shook his head, knowing that the only one that would really go with him was Mora, who always traveled with Ahriman regardless of where they were going. The first mate completely ignored the question at that point, looking curiously at his captain. "Why do ye insist on usin' that accent anymore? The crew knows about ye, I definitely know about ye." Ahriman didn't truly have an answer for that one, shrugging. He was quite sure that the need for it wasn't gone, but he was more comfortable using his accent then his original one. After a few moments of silence there was only a shrug, and Ahriman turned from his first mate with a bit of a hop and a wave. "Ye know the answer Luka, I'm quite sure. I'm gonna grab a drink." His first mate just shook his head, not remotely surprised at the carelessness of his captain. With a shrug, the young pirate walked back to where their shipw as docked, leaving the prince-turned-pirate to enjoy his morning the way he wanted. |
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| Fara're | Fri May 13, 2011 12:25 am Post #2 |
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Fara're had finally decided to explore the world outside of Norwood forest. Slade had been trying to get her out for a while. But she was not completely comfortable around him. He knew too much about her, while she knew too little about him. She understood that was because something or someone had tampered with her memories, but it was still unnerving to be with someone who knew everything about you. She had ventured out of the forest she had comfortable in. And then had gotten herself lost... Now she found herself in this city. Not only that, it was a floating city. It was certinally an interesting place, but odd at the same time. She wondered if anyone ever fell off the edge of the island. She hoped that they had some sort of magical safety net in place, but that was not something she wished to test out. No one seemed to take any notice of the young weretiger. Why should they? After all she was in her elven form. Elves were a common enough sight here. Even though she was more comfortable in her tiger body, it was not always the best form to take when trying to not be noticed. As she walked about the city she noticed two men talking. One left, and the other stayed behind. Even without the highened smell she had in tiger form, she could pick up the scent of drink upon him. She did not like the smell of drunkards at all. Nor did she often drink herself. She kept walking in his general direction, but did not speak to him yet. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Fri May 13, 2011 1:28 am Post #3 |
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When it came to staying on his balance, Ahriman was actually a bit of a master when it came to walking on land. That was, however, unless he had drunk enough alcohol the night before to kill three elephants, which he had a sneaking suspicion that he had. Without much attention paid to his feet, causing his entire figure to tumble down and slam into a woman that had been walking by. When he finally realized what had happened, the pirate cursed his luck. He had just gotten himself up off the ground and now he had to do so again without any help. He flipped onto his belly and slowly hefted himself up, various curses coming from him as his legs cracked to bring him to his full height. When he saw that he had slammed into someone else in his lovely tumble, he felt a surge of embarrassed regret come from him. "Sorry about that, lass. Should watch where me feet go." The pirate looked like he couldn't be too much worse for wear without being dead in a ditch, but his tone was more regal then it should be. The scarf around his neck hung lazily, barely covering his mouth at all. His hair was matted and fizzing in many different directions. And yet he still felt like the luckiest man in the world, though one couldn't tell that from the sunken look in his golden white eyes or the scars over his hands and on his cheek. "Er, I hate ta' do somethin' careless and not make up for it, could I do somethin' for ya?" Chivalry was a quality that the pirate tended to avoid, especially considering whenever he did show it it ended painfully and almost fatal, but he had a thing about inconveniencing others-especially women. That and he was looking for any excuse to get out of having to head to Norwood until he absolutely had to. It wasn't his favorite place, the wilds of the world being places that he tried to avoid if at all possible. Not only did it have nothing to give him as far as amusement went, but it lacked taverns and it had nothing to do with the ocean-all things that the prince hated. Waiting for a response, the pirate decided that it would be best to at least have company to give him more of an excuse, pulling the scarf off of his mouth so it could hang lazily and he could talk more comfortably before putting his hands into his jacket's pockets. "I 'spose I should offer my name for bein' rude enough to knock ya down. Ye can call me Abel." He held out his hand to shake hers, his other hand fiddling with a piece of silk that he kept with him most of the time. He began to become curious, wondering if the woman had anything against sea travel. He was always on the look out for those with some skill that could aide his crew at sea. Ranging from warriors, chefs, or even those with decent appraisal abilities. The sort of things one needs when your trafficking illegal goods into the black market rings and away from official trading routes. |
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| Fara're | Sat May 14, 2011 8:53 pm Post #4 |
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Fara're saw the drunk struggeling to get up. She tried to step aside as he stumbled, but was not quite fast enough. He slammed into her and knocked her off balance. Thankfully she was quick enough that she did not fall to the ground. That would have very embarassing. "Don't worry about it," she said when he appologized. She was a little surprised when he offered to do something to make up for it. "No thanks," she said. "Its fine. Just watch where you are going." She was about to walk off again when he told her his name. She looked at the man carefully. He was clearly drunk, but he still seemed to have a certain amount of control over himself. She figured there was more to this man than met the eye. He was also far more polite that when she had heard pirates to be. Also there was something about the way he spoke... "Well I guess I should repay a name for a name," she said. "Im Fara're." |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sun May 15, 2011 11:47 pm Post #5 |
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He sighed, feeling a bit bad when she told him to watch where he's going. He never liked affecting others much when it came to his own fun, though usually he didn't remember much of it so it wasn't much of an issue. Here, however, he could actually see the effect-even if it was just as simple as knocking into someone accidentally. Shaking his head, he left that part of the conversation to itself, not finding it very important compared to the possibility of finding someone with actual talent, something he had an eye for and the need for. "The names a bit curious, even for an Elf. Any story behind that?" He rose his brow, his curious side kicking in. One didn't grow to have a job exploring the seas without a healthy amount of curiosity. That and a background that had one grow up in the care of a royal navy and a king who took the seat of admiral upon taking the throne. It never hurt to have both, however. "If ye don't feel like sayin' it's fine. Just curiosity on my part." His dislike of prying into others lives was often taken over by said curiosity. Through his months after his exodus and eventual move to this land he had thrown his nose into a lot of the wrong grindstones-most of them ending badly and many of those proving to be near fatal. Then again, he wouldn't go back to undo any of them if he could. Though that could be because he spent a lot of those adventures sober which meant he had something beyond rum to keep his blood pumping. A rare occurrence, to be sure. The crowds kept shuffling by, Ahriman's eyes going from one man to another as they did. He could feel his mind losing the fog on it, and his eyes narrowed a bit. He felt uncomfortable in crowds this large, especially since he was a hunted man. He was quite sure he had killed the first assassin that was after him, though he was also quite sure that there would be others after him. "Do you mind if we stand over here? Unless you have business to get back to." His accent was far gone now, his voice more refined. He didn't have the inclination to hide his real accent, too worried now. He had a bad feeling, and he had come to agree with those feelings in these days. He pushed his hand into the scarf, pulling it tightly around his neck. He didn't find the same solace in the shadows that he used to, their powers having been ripped from him. Back at his boat, eyes watched as his crew loaded crates into the hull of the Mille Figli, waiting for the captain to return. He waited in all white, his right arm completely limp and almost destroyed. He was almost a phantom now, having hunted for his target for months. Valentine smiled, rubbing over a scar on the left side of his face. This was no longer a job, it was personal. |
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| Fara're | Thu May 19, 2011 10:11 pm Post #6 |
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She raised a brow when he asked about her name. He was a sharp one. She wondered what he was like when he was sober. "It has a meaning if that is what you mean," she said. "As most elven names do. It basically means Huntress or She Hunter." And there was a good reason why she was named that. Her mother had been bitten while she was pregnant with her. Her mother had succum to the curse and become an infected were-tiger. The curse was passed on to her, and she was born a were-tiger. Shortly before her mother died, she named her. Fara're, the were-tiger. The Huntress. A fitting name for one born exiled from her kind forced to live in the wilds of the forest to hunt alone. When he spoke again she did not miss the change in his voice. His accent had changed. Was he putting on a false accent for some reason? Whatever the reason was, it really did not matter to her. It was not like she was going to turn him in to the authorities. After all she ran from the authorities faster than anyone else did. "Sure, lead the way," she said. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Fri May 20, 2011 2:46 am Post #7 |
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Ahriman led onward until they reached a less populated street. He wasn't used to such a high class city-or at least one that had the face of aristocracy- when it came to places he had visited since he came to Imythess. He forgot how much he hated the high life in cities, the feeling of superiority and the strange mixture of high and low class citizens mingling together, usually in a very awkward and discomforting way. He much preferred the seas, and even the dock towns. "Sorry about that, crowds are a discomforting sort for me. Always have been." He nodded his head, more to himself then anything, and scanned up and down the road. It seemed safe enough, though he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for now. Valentine was supposed to be dead, and he hadn't met another assassin since he had started catching wind of the king-slaying assassin. Anyone who came after him couldn't be a pleasant one either, Ahriman being well aware of how clever his brother is. The man would send the best, and if the best failed he'd send better until Ahriman was far beneath the waves. Something he'd rather avoid, if at all possible. "Unusual for a huntress to be in towns, or does the name stop at meaning?" He rose his brow as he finally brought his attention back to the elf, tightening the grasp he had on the scarf that adorned his shoulders. It had become a comfort mechanism for him these days, something he could cling to when his anxiety was pressing in. "Or is there a hidden meaning to the name? Cities are often easier to hide in then wildlands, after all." He smiled coyly, though it was hidden beneath the clothing. Loading of supplies onto the boat was routine, for the most part. Loda had handled most of it on his own, this being the only way he could repay the rest of the crew when he pushed too far in poker games-which were often the only way they alleviated boredom when they were at sea too long. As he hefted another of the boxes up and onto the ship, there was a sigh of wind, and a crash as the box fell from his hands, and soon off of the edge of the city itself. The blade that had taken consciousness from the young pirate was rectangular, no edge to speak of beyond one side of it's flat blade. An usual design, even more-so when one considered the man that wielded it. Scars were carved into his ears and nose, symbols that any man outside of the Assassin's cabal of followers would have to push hard to understand. As Luka came from the ship's hull, he took in a deep breath of air-that is, until he noticed the stream of blood that was slowly creeping across the deck. He rushed over to the fallen pirate and shook him, barely noticing the small breaths that Loda was still taking in. "Oy, Lads! Get yer asses out from below deck and help me! I need to find the captain!" Two more pirates rushed from the inside of the ship, rushing to help drag Loda on board, to the seemingly safe deck of the ship. Luka was quickly gone from the deck of the ship, his legs carrying him as fast as they could. "By the great waves, carry me faster ye damned legs..." Luka didn't know that this ruse was what he had wanted all along, blood red eyes following his every step. The first-mate was fast, but he couldn't outrun the predator that was on his tail. The true hunter was waiting for it's true pray. |
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| Fara're | Thu May 26, 2011 3:48 pm Post #8 |
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He did not like crowds. Fara could understand that feeling. She too was not too keen on crowded places. There had been too many times someone had recognized her for what she was and well...that did not lead to pleasent things. Still she would come into a town every so often just to get a change of surroundings. She smirked when he made the comment about her name. "I am a very good hunter while in the forest," she said. "I do not hunt while in a city though. This type of hunting grounds is not where I feel comfortable or where my skills are best used. Honestly I would much rather be in the forest." She did find this meeting a little odd. How was it that the two people who seemed to like crowds the least had found each other in this very crowded city. Her instincts told her that something not so pleasent was going to happen soon. It was at times like this she could transform so she could have her hightened senses. But for now her elven eyes and ears would have to do. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Thu May 26, 2011 9:16 pm Post #9 |
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He grinned a bit, thinking of the city as a hunting ground. It was certainly an opportune place for one that was used to the streets, the snaking ways and high buildings often being an advantage of the predator more then the pray, confusing them and making it so much easier to draw them into a trap. That was-of course- considering they weren't more aware of the city then you were. Then the whole thing flipped around. "What brings a hunter to the city then? I'm not a fan of the forests myself, but if preferrin' there is anything like preferrin' the cities I can understand the discomfort of being here." He looked over the streets, a feeling of unease washing over him for just a moment. He could hear the cries of people, the sounds of someone forcing themselves through oncoming traffic of pedestrians. Someone was on the run. Luka turned the corner of the street the pair had taken to for their conversation, barely keeping himself on his feet as he twisted around the corner, scraping against the wall and almost falling over entirely as he kept pressing on. He stopped as he neared the two, leaning into the wall for a moment, "Sorry for interuptin' whatever you were discussin' captain, but we have an issue." Ahriman's brow furrowed noticeably, his hand instinctively going for the handle of his cutlass. It'd masterfully crafted edge was the one thing he could rely on in these streets without startling the crowds beyond consolation. He would rather not have to mark another town on his map as a place he couldn't return to. "Would ye excuse me a minute Miss Fara're?" He smiled for only a single moment as the lights around the street grew dim. A figure in all white rushed around the corner, it's hunt finally reaching it's end. One of it's arms were made out of fears and iron, a mechanical work of art. Scars covered the entire right side of his face, marks scorched and carved in through a daring escape. And Ahriman recognized the figure almost immediately, pushing Luka out of the way just as a blade almost bisected him cleanly through. The blade was made of adamantium, it's edges a perfect rectangle, no tip to be had on it. Only one of it's sides carried an edge, an unusual weapon, and one that was one-of-a-kind. The pirate captain's teeth were barred now, and his voice was a snarling growl. "Valentine..." The assassin smiled, not even pausing to answer the words, twisting his blade around and bringing it forward, cracking into one of the pirate's ribs and sending him against the stone of a nearby wall. The king-slayer didn't even think of the elf now, his figure carrying well past where they were standing and talking with speed that was beyond human. He stopped clean, sheathing his weapon as he turned to face the prince. "Lovely to see you again, Prince Ahriman. Let's resolve this little argument of ours, hm?" Ahriman growled, pulling himself off of the wall and drawing the cutlass from his hip. He looked towards the elf with a smile, shaking his head, "Sorry 'bout runnin' into ya but it seems our talk is over... Shame, I was enjoyin' myself." Luka pulled himself up to his full height, drawing his own cutlass from his hip. The first-mate would protect his captain even if it meant his death. And when it came to fighting a king-slayer assassin, that was very likely. |
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| Fara're | Tue May 31, 2011 5:42 pm Post #10 |
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She shrugged at his question. “Just doing a bit of exploring really,” she said. “Plus you don’t hear much of what is going on in the world if you stay in the forest. And I like to know if something is going to endanger my home.” Then her instincts kicked in. Danger was coming. Years of spending her life in the forest hunting and being hunted had given her a bit of a sixth sense. Being able to know when danger was coming was always a useful little skill. She raised a brow as a man ran around the corner. But Abel seemed to be on friendly terms with this man so he could not be the danger she was sensing. And he was a captain? That was interesting. But she also had a feeling that there was even more to this man than met the eye. But then again, there was more to everyone than met the eye. She was a perfect example of that herself. Then another man arrived, this one was not keen on being friendly. Than much was obvious when he almost cut Abel’s friend in half. And when this ‘Valentine’ called Abel by a different name and added the title of prince her jaw dropped. She knew that he was hiding something from her but had not quite been expecting *that.* So this man was an assassin. Both the men with her drew their blades and ‘Abel’ appologized to her. “No need to appologize,” she said. “But it does seem you will need as much help as you can get right now…you highness.” She added that last bit with a smirk. Royalty or nobilty never really ment much to her. And I did seem like this prince was not in good standing with his country. Besides she kinda liked him. He did not wear his title like he deserved it. Instead he acted like a normal man. She moved next to the firstmate and drew her bladed tonfas from her hips. They were unique weapons. Letting her use both her skills with her fists and blades at the same time. The blades ran along her forearm and extended just past her elbows, and their hilt was just half an inch past her fists adding some distance and power to her punches. Right now she would not reveal any of her other powers or the fact that she was a were-tiger. But she could tell that this man was not going to be an easy battle. It was very likely she would have to reveal what she truly was. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Mon Aug 8, 2011 8:49 pm Post #11 |
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Valentine smiled as he looked to the three of them, noticing the true odds stacked against him. He pressed one of his metallic fingers into the center of his blade's hilt, creating two very thin, very flat blade. The smile on his face seemed almost too large to fit his face as he lowered himself, sprinting forward and immediately bashing the flat of his blade into Luka, sending the pirate to the dirt, a kick quickly following it up to flip him across the road and slamming into a wall. Ahriman smiled as the woman called him your highness, something he hadn't heard in years, truly. The last person who called him that was his brother, ironically as he recalled. He much preferred it coming from her, though it still didn't sound right. He was never a fan of a man ruling because his blood decided, if he was ever to rule he would rule because he deserved it, nothing more and nothing less. Alas, life was not always as fair as one wished it to be, and the time to think on that was definitely not while an assassin was attempting to vivisect you in a city alleyway. The assassin paid the woman no mind as he pressed in on his pray, twirling his blades at a speed that the pirate found difficult to follow. His own blade deflected most of it, but he could feel the lashings as the arrogant man pressed through his defenses, pounding in with the flat of his blade. Whatever had possessed him of late, this wasn't the same assassin he had fought before on some-what equal footing, this man was well beyond his skills. Each movement that Ahriman twisted himself through made another three openings that the assassin saw through perfectly. He finally bought himself some breathing room, the pirate twisting himself out of a strike as he kicked his feet, throwing himself into a nearby wall and using it to propel himself higher. Grabbing for a clothes line that hung overhead, the pirate hefted himself and wrapped his legs around the wire. He could feel the strain his weight put upon it, and knew that as soon as he was required to move it would likely snap. That would not end well unless he moved a way that would allow him to make some distance between himself and the assassin. His luck wouldn't start now however, he curled up his body and rocked to one side to dodge a blow, the rope beginning to give away as he pulled the other way, jetting himself away from the assassin as the keen edge of the man's blade cut down the side of his arm, leaving a gaping wound open across his bicep. As he landed in the dirt, he landed right onto the wound, sending a surge through his entire body that made his side lock up. He tried to stand, his arm shaking through the whole process. Months of vigilance, and he gets caught with his pants down when he let that guard down. He'd have to survive this to tell himself that he needed to quit drinking. Luka stood up, holding up his cutlass with both hands as he stood in front of his captain-neigh, his best friend. He wouldn't let the assassin go any further. Valentine turned his head to look towards the woman with her weapons drawn, a smile on his face, "Have you any say then, woman? I had nearly forgotten your presence I was enjoying myself so well." Luka pressed forward a step to get the attention of the assassin, making an obvious point that he should focus on him and no one else. In his eyes this was an issue of his crew and his captain, and he didn't want to drag anyone else into their fights, especially if it meant they could be hurt or killed. For a moment, Ahriman truly wondered how Luka hid such an obvious amount of idealism most of the time, unsure if he was more impressed or disappointed towards it. He brought himself to his knee, using his blade to bring himself to his feet. "This'll be a fun fight.... even if ye can kill me yer not gonna get outta this ye fool assassin." He was laughing for a moment until he saw the smile on Valentine's face. That was his plan. |
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