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| Open All Night; [P] Dain | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sun Jul 31, 2011 7:11 pm (754 Views) | |
| Allaer | Sun Jul 31, 2011 7:11 pm Post #1 |
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What a lovely shop this place was. It was like a Tavern but... outside! There were fancy tables scattered all over the place in some kind of pattern. Each table had four chairs to it and an umbrella sticking out of the middle. Their speciality was some kind of hot drink that gave people energy and made them more awake or something. The real nice part about this place was that it was open all night. The place was called Easy Breezy Caffeine, probably because of it's location. The area was surrounded by a small white fence, with a slightly higher one on one edge of it. Of course that fence overlooked the large drop that lead towards the lake of Cascadia. Now only darkness and stars could be seen, it was a lovely night on top of that all. The place kept it's name sake tonight, as a small night breeze came through the entire area. Allaer sat at one of the tables. Of course, sat was an odd way to put it. He was leaning his chair back on only two legs. Meanwhile, his own legs were propped on the table with one foot crossed over the other. His arms were resting on his stomach and his hands held a book. The Vampire had started reading it when he got here, so he wasn't terribly far in. Nobody really bugged him, traffic was slower during the night but having someone there made it look like it wasn't completely empty. Of course there was a couple talking on the other side of the Outdoor Tavern Thing, but they weren't too loud. |
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| Lyria | Sun Jul 31, 2011 8:06 pm Post #2 |
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The familiar sights and smells of Cascadia burrowed into his senses as Dain walked its streets. Ever since Taras fell, this place had become his base of operations, where he spent his time when he wasn't wandering the plains in hunts for demons. There was an inn that he had taken a liking to, and his presence apparently made the other patrons feel safer, so the owner had began to let him stay for free. Of course, most of his sleeping was done during the day, when the streets bustled with life and the chances of evil roaming them was much more likely. His work within the city was during nighttime, when creatures of the dark prowled in their hunt for easy prey. His brain had begun to ache from constantly examining those he passed for signs of ill-intent; the spell made him feel nauseated when used for long stretches of time, and except for the rare instances in which he sensed someone that was kind, or compassionate, the results made him itch within his mind. His late nights were starting to take their toll, and the armor he wore weighed down on his body. He had forgone the full suit, instead donning only his breastplate and gauntlets, but they were still heavy enough to tire him out after walking for so long. So when he saw a small outside shop, placed a short distance from the main road and surrounded by a fence, he decided that it was finally time to take a break. He carefully navigated his way through the tables, noting the presence of a young couple standing on one end of the place, and another young man with black hair and lightly-colored skin nearby, leaning back casually in his chair and seemingly engrossed in a book. The paladin sat down at one of the empy tables, closing his eyes as he did so and pressing a hand to his forehead. He massaged his temples, trying to allieve the pain that had built up within. It seemed pointless, but he reached out with his magic, touching the first the girl and boy who were chatting, and found nothing. He went out to check the other, and his eyes opened behind his hand, thinking rapidly. He's...I wonder why? Aanon's voice bored into his head. I told you before. It does not matter. The sinners must all be purged. With a nod, he rose, though he quickly turned his gaze away from the man. He didn't want to cause suspicions, and he needed a way to distract him before he struck. His eyes turned to the couple, and more importatnly, the mug that the boy held. He made his way over to them, while sending a thought outwards before it was received. Terri, come. The fly dragon made a sound of recognition, and he knew she would be flying her way towards him. The creature was immensely useful as a spotter in his nighttime hunts, but he preferred her to be at his side at times like this. As he reached the two, they turned to him, eyes confused at seeing a man in heavy armor with a blade at his side. He gestured to the steaming mug. "May I have that?" The boy blinked, shaking his head slightly as he opened his mouth to protest, and the paladin continued. "There's a very dangerous man over there. Don't look at him!" he hissed as the two started to do just that. "I want you to give me the...coffee," his tongue stumbled over the word, "and leave calmly and quietly." The girl's eyes widened, and the male gulped, but he handed it over and the two began to make their way out of the tavern, pointedly keeping their gazes away from the other patron. Cup in hand, he made his way over to where the man sat, and rapped his steel-clad hands on the table, assuming that it would cause him to look up and away from the book he was reading. Without a word, he jerked the mug of hot coffee, sending it sloshing through the air towards the evil-doer's face before grabbing an edge of the table and shoving it at him. |
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| Allaer | Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:12 pm Post #3 |
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That was pretty intense. Allaer kept focusing on his book as the story got deeper and something happen. How was the protagonist going to get out of this situation? It was baffling, so far this author had not let him down with surprises and interesting situations so Allaer was tempted to just skip to the next page to find out and skip this dialogue. Yet he kept his spot as he approached it. Then... there was a knock on his table. Allaer looked up at the person that was standing there, only to see flying hot brown liquid coming right at him. If anyone caught his face in the split second between the coffee leaving the cup and hitting him, they would've been gifted with the sight of his pretty face in astonished surprise. Who would do such a horrible thing? Along with the sudden flash of agonising burning sensation that covered Allaer's face the table had also been jerked. His chair fell back and he painfully rolled out of it. A long string of cussing had escaped his mouth as he practically clawed at his face. Of course, he still rolled away from the violent man to avoid any other burning attacks. "Oh lord! I can'ts see! I think I'm blind! BLIIIIIINNNND!" He screamed as he tried to open his eyes as coffee seeped into them. |
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| Lyria | Mon Aug 1, 2011 6:49 pm Post #4 |
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He was actually taken aback at how easy it was. The burning liquid struck the man directly in the face, just as he had planned, but the paladin had assumed that it would either have no affect or the sinner would evade it with insane reflexes, since so many of their kind seemed to have those. Had he chanced upon an evil human? Not that those were uncommon, it was just that over the past few months it seemed he was encountering demons and other shadow monsters left and right. For this man to be defeated by something as simple as hot coffee, it almost made him feel sympathy for the fool. Maybe he could turn him back on the path of light? The celestial growled at the thought. No! No mercy! Kill him now! The angel raged, and finally Dain was forced to just shut him out completely. He would hear about it later - Aanon would probably assign him some impossibly difficult task to make up for it - but for now, he knelt, reaching a hand out to the man where he lay, screaming about his eyes. The liquid was sure to have burned him, and he decided that if he was going to get anywhere, a boon was necessary. "I'm going to heal you, but I expect you to comply with my orders. Understood?" He intoned the mending incantation as a hand hovered over the man. "Life, heal him." Perhaps if he thought the paladin wasn't going to kill him, he'd be willing to listen to his words, perhaps even begin the long road back to redemption. Aanon claimed that those who fell off the path of light could never return, but he himself was not so certain. He had to at least try. |
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| Allaer | Mon Aug 1, 2011 8:23 pm Post #5 |
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Why did this hurt so much, it was so hot. Allaer finally stopped clawing at his face and screaming after a moment. He just lied on the ground though, eyes held shut. He just wanted this entire situation to undo itself and he could go back to reading his book. Where was his book? What page was he on again? Nooooo! He lost the page, didn't it? The horror, this was the worst moment of his life. How could it get any wor-- what did the man say? Heal him!? "No, no no no no! Don-- AAHH." He started to shout before the heal spell interrupted him. The horrible burning! Magic was the worst thing ever! Holy magic was the worst of the worst! The paaaiinnn. Allaer's body started to convulse from the healing spell until he could get a hold of himself. He continued to scream and cuss, this time in Elvish, from the damnable magic. The Elf reached out to grab the man's arm and then twist it away from him. This was unforgivable! Interrupting his book, splashing hot coffee in his face, and then touching him with holy magic. His other hand started to reach out for something to hit the man with if he didn't get away right away. |
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| Lyria | Tue Aug 2, 2011 7:12 am Post #6 |
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The man's reaction to his healing spell made his jaw tighten. The evil-doer writhed on the ground, screams illicited from obvious pain, and began to shout at him in what he recognized as elvish. The Order had seen fit to teach him the language, though the words that were directed towards him were unfamiliar, which was unsurprising considering the context. Paladins didn't need to know swear words, after all. It just wasn't proper. Other than learning the man's race, however, he also knew something else now, something that made him realize that any attempt to rehabilitate this black-hearted wretch would be a lost cause. Only the dead, or those that were meant to be dead, would react to restorative magic in such a way. For a human, he was willing to give them a second chance so long as they begged at his feet, but for an unatural monstrosity such as this, there was only one cure to be found, only one way for their sins to be cleansed. This man would have to lose what little life he still retained. The blight had to be removed. "I take back my offer. Face judgement, cretin." He muttered, feeling magic stirring around him as he conjured up a spell of holy justice, but before he could finish, the prone man grabbed his arm and pushed it away from him. Dain rose to his feet, his eyes narrowing. His voice was grave, and angry. "Are you attempting to escape judgement?" This one was just like all the other abyss-dwellers. Why couldn't they accept their fate and die quietly? It was inevitable that Light would eventually overcome them, yet they clung to life like irritating flies that refused to be swatted. It was so frustrating at times. The paladin reared his foot back before launching the boot at the undead, fully intending to kick him like the cur he was. |
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| Allaer | Wed Aug 3, 2011 4:42 pm Post #7 |
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Burns and wounds covered the vampire's face. His purdy face! It was ruined! How long would this take to heal!? This was horrible... "No..." He coughed. This man was crazy, first trying to heal him and then taking back his offer. Even if his offer was cruddy. Allaer tightened his grip, he wouldn't let go. "I'm going to deliver its." He muttered and used his grip to attempt to pull the man closer. Within that single movement, Allaer did another. He threw his other hand out in a fist directed towards the man's face. He put as much force as he could behind the punch. After swinging the punch, Allaer would roll away and then clamber to his feet. Still shaken by the hot liquid and holy energy that was delivered to his face. His shoulders would be slumped forward, arms dangling down. He still felt the pain. A fading pain but a burning sensation nonetheless. |
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| Lyria | Thu Aug 4, 2011 1:28 pm Post #8 |
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Disgust painted his features as he looked down upon the abomination, but it seemed that the man wasn't quite out yet, and the paladin did not have to feign the surprise evident on his face as he saw the fist sailing towards his face. The blow landed squarely, forcing him to grunt and stagger back; the place that he had been hit was sure to bruise, though that was the least of his concerns. Before, the death of this man would be nothing personal to him. He likened it to putting down a rapid dog. But now the fiend had hit him. He fasted his eyes on the elvish undead, a lip curling in contempt. Hate raged within him, an intense hate for all creatures that frolicked in the night, feeding the nightmares of man. Without them, perhaps peace could finally exist. Ah, but that was just an idle dream. "That was a mistake." His tone was quiet, but had a deadly edge. Terri chose just that moment to arrive, and she hovered over the two, a head cocked to the side, and she watched curiously at the scene unfolding beneath her. At least she knew the situation was serious enough not to assault him with a barrage of questions and opinions. He didn't need the distraction right now. Dain held out his hand, muttering before a firebal leaped into existence, flames licking at his palm. He reared his hand back, preparing to throw the fiery projectile. "You have a choice. Die here, standing your ground, or die running. There is no alternative, wretch." He stood fast, ready to hurl the magical ball of flames at the slightest movement. |
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| Allaer | Sun Aug 7, 2011 4:39 pm Post #9 |
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Allaer straightened out his back. "I regrets nothing." He spat at the man in spite. Now, what could this Paladin even do to him. Of course he was no match for the awesomeness that was Allaer. It was like he was the physical manifestation of amazing. Allaer didn't usually resort to violence to solve civil disputes like this but the injustices that have been dealt to him were just far too great. Far too great. "And I'm looking at something your mother should regrets." Allaer commented before looking at his options. The man had made a fireball. Of course, more magic. Because everyone loves magic. Magic is so wonderful! Freaking magic. Damnable stuff and everyone had to have it. Made people less of a man in his eyes, as for the women they were still less of men! Just because they used magic. Allaer moved his foot to start to make a run, and the fireball was thrown. Quick duck, the fireball skimmed off the top of his left shoulder. Fire licked at his shirt for a moment but Allaer was already moving. "Do you goodie people ever take the chance to consider thats you mights nots win? Because I haven'ts losts yets!" The Vampire shouted as he approached the man. His first action was throwing his foot out to place it on top of the wretched man. His was to attempt to grab the man's arm and then pull it forward. At the same time he did that he would move his foot forward to push the man's back. In effect, if everything went to plan the man should be flipped onto the ground on his back. This usually worked better when the target was moving but Allaer was strong enough. |
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| Lyria | Mon Aug 8, 2011 6:23 am Post #10 |
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Dain's face darkened as the creature - whatever it was - talked back to him. He had guts, the paladin had to admit, though it was probably mostly just foolhardiness. He looked no older than a teenager, and though with the undead appearances were deceiving, this one still seemed to retain the immaturity of his youth. If he hoped that a young appearance would garner some kind of sympathy, however, he was sorely mistaken. Dain had killed demons fresh out of the mother's womb. He had no qualms about slaying a monster, no matter how many or few years it had been on the earth. He growled when he saw his fireball skim past the man's shoulder, but didn't let it faze him"You talk like you think you stand a chance," he said, reaching for his sword. Before he had time to draw it, however, the pale-skinned undead rushed towards him, too quickly for him to react, and he realized too late that he was losing his balance, unable to keep up with the man's quick motions. As he fell, he had time for only one thought. Terri! The fly dragon understood. Right! From where she flew above, he saw her body glow for a brief moment as she channeled her small reserve of magical energy, and a jet of arcane energy shot towards his attacker's back even as Dain landed hard on the ground amidst the grating sound of steel striking paved stone. He felt like a giant had shaken him around in a can, and it took a few moments for him to catch his breath and try to regain some sensibility in his rattled head before he was able to rise to his knees from his prone position. In the fall, he had managed to draw Eagle, and now the glowing sword was held tight in his gauntleted fist. |
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| Allaer | Mon Aug 8, 2011 5:56 pm Post #11 |
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The Paladin was down. That would make this situation all the more easy. Before he could do much though, something hit him in the back. What the Abyss was with him and getting hit today. He looked over his shoulder and saw a small reptile like thing flying there. Um, what to do about that... Allaer decided to ignore it for now and finish off the Paladin. The vampire turned his gaze back to the Paladin and noticed he had drawn a sword as well as sat up. Allaer quickly went to clamp his hand down on the man's face and smash his head into the ground below. "No you don'ts." He said and his gauntlets started to generate electricity that would hopefully flow into the man and electrocute him very painfully. He would attempt to hold the man's head down on the ground and put a knee on his chest to hopefully hold him down. Could he possibly use his sword in this situation? |
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| Lyria | Mon Aug 8, 2011 7:21 pm Post #12 |
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He glared, his eyes containing pure hate as the man stood over him, though they widened when he reached down, and suddenly Dain's head struck the ground, further delaying the return of comprehension after his fall. He was being held down, he realized, hands on his head and a knee against his chest. The paladin growled, disgusted at the man's folly, and prepared to swing his sword at the undead's head. This had gone on long enough; what had been intended as a casual slaying had turned into an actual fight. He had bigger things to deal with; even as they struggled, a demon could be hunting its next victim. Before he could, though, electricity flowed out of the gauntlets and into his face, and he convulsed for a moment as his nerves reacted. It really, really hurt. His face was numb, and he could barely talk, but he could still think, and he gave Terri a quick order. The fly dragon flew over and descended, meaning to land on the man's back. She refrained from casting another spell, but the winged creature would hopefully provide a brief distraction. At the same time recoiled from the hands and thrust his own steel-covered fist towards the man's torso. He tried to speak, couldn't, and tried again, finally managing to rasp out the words. "Face judgement!" It was the strongest spell he knew, taught to him by Aanon, that delivered upon its targets an immense pain, as long as they did not follow the true path of light and goodness. He usually preferred not to use it, just killing his enemies like the dogs they were, but in situations like this it was necessary. |
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| Allaer | Mon Aug 8, 2011 7:52 pm Post #13 |
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Allaer got a twisted smile on his face as the man convulsed under his grasp. He was about to lift the head up just to slam it back down onto the ground again when something landed on his back. It was that damned reptile wasn't it? What was it going to do. The vampire paused in his actions and let go of the man and attempted to each onto his back to grab at the flying nuisance. His attention barely snapped back to the man at his words. What was he talking about? Another spell, it seemed. This one moderately dangerous, as his body obviously didn't want it affecting him. His boots must have nullified the spell. Allaer just got annoyed by the man. "Face fist." He said and pulled his arm back and punched the man in the face as hard as he could. His gauntlets were still in effect, but the brunt of the blow should be from the impact. |
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| Lyria | Fri Aug 12, 2011 7:26 am Post #14 |
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What happened? He could trace the effects of his own spell, sense it reaching for its intended target, and then just fading as it touched the man. He stared in disbelief. He should be writhing in pain right now, but instead he stood there glaring at the paladin. Dain cursed in his head. His opponent, it seemed, had a way to stopping his spells. If only he knew the source of the anti-magic, he might be able to strip the undead of the ability, but it could be anything, from a spell of his own, to an enchantment. He would have to figure out which, but at the moment he had other things to worry about. Specifically, a fist. A brief burst of electricity shocked him, but the force of the punch hurt much worse, and his head cracked against the ground as he recoiled from the blow. Blood gushed out of his nose and a dull, aching pain filled his head. Terri flapped over and landed several feet away from him. He sensed a brief spurt of magic from her, and the blood flow stopped, though he still hurt. He thought his nose might be broken. "Enough," he growled. "Get off of me!" With his arm he thrust Eagle at the man's torso. He wasn't optimistic enough to hope that the creature of the abyss would be dumb enough to let the sword skewer him, though it certainly would be nice if he did. He was tired of getting beat up. He was a paladin! Holy knights weren't supposed to get hurt by simple undead. |
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| Allaer | Sat Aug 13, 2011 6:57 pm Post #15 |
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Allaer should've really thought this through. Blood came out of the man's nose. It stopped flowing from something but the amount that already came out was enough to trigger the Vampire's senses. He became a bit more distracted and barely dodged the sword that was thrust at him. He took a minor burning cutfilled wound in his side... that went right through his clothing! What was this!? Allaer had rolled off of the man and got to his feet. He wasn't too concerned with the magical glowing sword but more of the smell of blood. One of his hands went directly to his face to try and cover his nose. His mouth was instinctively open and before he covered his face his fangs could have been seen. "Damn its." He muttered under his hand as he backed away from the holy man. He didn't want to lose control, he wasn't hungry but he still felt a desire to to jump on the man and rip his throat out. "Damn its, damn its, damn its. Gets rid of thats blood will you!" He shouted and pointed at the guy's face with his free hand. |
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