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| Tweet Topic Started: Wed Apr 18, 2007 1:49 pm (330 Views) | |
| Gregory Faust | Wed Apr 18, 2007 1:49 pm Post #1 |
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Gregory woke up early in the morning; the sounds of the town awoke him. He had been given a room looking out on the street, and it just so happened to be the largest, busiest street on the way to the main market. Booths hollered that their items were better and cheaper than the rest, and almost every market strategy was employed on the people to come to their stand. He tiredly stood from his bed, the blanket that was wrapped around him falling to his feet. With a yawn and a stretch, he made his way to the window, opening the shutters and looking out. Dark movement caught his eye on a roof across from him, but when he looked there was nothing to be seen. "Rats..." He mumbled to himself, unaware of how correct he was. After dressing and finishing his other morning rituals, he was down the stairs and out the door with a piece of bread that the inn keep had left for him. He wanted to walk down the market to look for a new water bladder, as his was not suited for carrying enough water for a day of flight, and he was often made to stop and refill it at a stream or farmer's well. The search would not go on long, as the noise and activity around him soon physically assaulted Gregory's head, giving him a bad head-ache, made worse with the fact that he could not escape. After wandering aimlessly for a quiet spot to sit, he gave up and went for desperation. Growling loudly, he jumped onto a box belonging to a cabbage salesman and spread his wings, jumping up and flapping powerfully once, launching himself onto a roof above. The crowd stopped and quieted at this, but soon were back to being as loud as ever. The roof, however, was quiet for some reason. The street could only be heard in the distance, and as he sat on the tiled roof his headache began to dissipate in record time. His eyes were closed and the sun warmed his bones. Sighing with pleasure, he reached to his side and grabbed his travelling bladder, squeezing some of its contents into his mouth to wet his throat. Happy with the state his head was now in, he stood and looked out over Taras. It was a huge city, and huge cities were beginning to have a negative effect on him. Travelling alone or with one other was turning to be one of Gregory's favourite events, a calling to his father. Looking to the direction of the town market, his eyes were drawn to a black dot that looked to be on the roof. At first he thought it was a chimney, but as he squinted to focus he came to see it was a man crouched looking on the market. What drew his attention more was the formation of an odd green cloud above the man's head. He had not seen a green cloud before, and he doubted it could be a good sign. Taking it upon himself to investigate, he spread his wings and took to the sky, flying over roof-top to roof-top until coming closer to the man and the cloud. The cloud was growing and thickening, become more of a sickly and pale green color, and to Gregory's horror the man in front of him turned to not be a man, but apparently a very, very large clothed rat. An abomination. |
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| Vernon | Wed Apr 18, 2007 6:10 pm Post #2 |
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Vernon's night in the sewers proved nice, probably because he had actually ventured out to removed rest of that guild of assassins from his second favorite domain. Their rotted corpses also did well to provide a nice meal complete with the seasoning of maggots. After finishing off his breakfast he refilled his backpack the the ripe remains. When he left his foul den and emmerged in an empty alley he recalled his vile plans for the day. Just because War, Death, and Famine weren't ready to take this world into oblivion didn't mean the Pestilence be without his own fun. And maybe , just maybe doing so would help awaken the other three horseriders. It was a pity that today was no festival or anything of the like, but still the number were well enough to move him into phase two of his dastardly pan. He scrambled up the the nearest building and swiftly made his way to the market , leaping from rooftop to rooftop. It certainly was a quicker route than he would have thorugh the busy street traffic, but it wasn't entirely a direct path unless he wanted to make some nigh impossible jumps and possibly attract unwanted attention to himself too early. The last thing he wanted was for some blasted goody-two-shoes come to interfere with his plans, though such intereference had proved amusing in last fall's festival. It was not long before Vernon reached the tall building he was aiming for and the sounds of the busy market hailed his sensitive ears. The sound however was pleasing, not only had he dne well to become accustomed to the busy Taras life, but soon the crowd would change into a delightful chorus of screams playing by his conduction. For the most part now by the time any dispicable good doers found there was a task for them on the roof tops, it would not only be too late but Vernon would be quite ready for them. Out of view from the crowd he carefully began to weave his spell. His clawed fingers traced green sigils in the air as muttered a few archaic utterances. Size was important, the bigger the clound the better the results. Location was important too, yet he managed to goof on both and the cloud appeared over haed as little but small green puff of smoke. Vernon cursed his over-eagerness until the cloud rapidly began expanding and thickening. After reaching a notable size it even began to slowly sink. It sounded as there was no reaction from the crowd yet, the he still crouched by the roof's edge and with a gaze downward assured him of this. Still, he knew that wouldn't last forever, though mostly likely all they would do is look at it with dumbfounded curiosity. The beat of wings drew his attention away from his sea of victims. It was far too large to be some common bird and indeed it wasn't. Instead Pestilence saw an angel heading his way. So much for no confrontation, but Vernon could handle one doer of good. Vernon quickly withdrew his long poisoned blade with one hand and readied a spell with the other. He could possibly shoot the the bird-brain out of the sky and sent him on his way to greet the crowd below, but that would draw more attention than handling the angel on the roof top. |
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| Gregory Faust | Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:52 pm Post #3 |
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Gregory alighted not more than a rooftop away from the rat-beast before him, and his detect evil was going mad. This mutation was, apparently, quite a good dose of sadistic, and Gregory was quite prepared to combat it and attempt to dispatch it. The rat-thing spotted him and drew a long, wicked blade dripping in poison, its other hand readying for a spell, something that Gregory would just not allow. Preparing his own mind for a spell, he Drew his Unicorn Spear from his never-ending Bag and resumed a combat stance. Apparently this day was taking a turn for the worst, but as of right now that green cloud obviously needed to be dealt with. "I trust that the cloud is poison? What is to stop me from sending the people into a panic and failing your poison? hate to have me ruin your fun, would you not?" Gregory grinned ever so slightly and allowed his holy aura to grow gradually brighter as he stare down the creature before him. He toyed with the idea of summoning Tyrandil, but figured that it would be unnecessary. He would fight this rat alone. |
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| Vernon | Mon Sep 17, 2007 12:51 am Post #4 |
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The angel was not a purebred, there was a mix of Elf in him...moon elf more than likely. Either way that certainly meant that his flesh was bound to be tastey. The elf however did have the look of a warrior about him which was complemented by his stance with the unicorn spear. It appeared that this would not be a simple walk in the park, though the Angel was doubtlessly no match for one of the four horseriders. The angels idea posed a problem at the moment, he still had a while till the cloud came down to the rooftops let alone to effect the citizens of Taras. Getting the people out of the streets would quite foil his plan, he had to stop this meddling fool from doing that. "Are all Angels so smart? Of course it's not a toxic cloud of poison, it's a pretty new decoration for the sky," Vernon snickered sarcastically. "Tell me, oh genius. Can you set Taras in panic without endagering yourrself or letting me get away to make a new decorative some other day?" Vernon could stop him from going down to the people on the ground safely and could more than hold his in battle. Still he needed to think of a back up plan and quick, before the the angel decided to try something that truly was smart. |
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