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| A simple fight; {open} | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mon May 26, 2008 7:08 am (955 Views) | |
| Donner | Mon May 26, 2008 7:08 am Post #1 |
 
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Donner slammed into the wall of the Green Gryphon Inn, bruised but relatively unharmed. Walberg, the boy who had pushed him, towered over him smiling down upon his prey. Taunting him from a vantage of power, the ten year old talked of things he neither understood, nor much cared to learn about. Donner's evil looks, his missing father, and his mother's unsavory reputation in town. Donner looked down upon himself to see what the boy saw. He was garbed in clothes little better than rags and looked more than half dead. Dirt and grime was everywhere on him, bones in his hands showed far more than they should, and he knew his hair was in hellish disarray, little more than a mop. Yes, he was a horrible example of humanity. His father? His mother? His father was the cause of it all. His hell he owed to his father. His mother was innocent. His humanity he owed to her. The boy, Walberg, was just another aspect of his hell. A constant obstacle, the boy obstructed his studies with abuse both physical and verbal. After years of torment, he had grown to endure the pain, but never before had his mother been dragged into it. His face contorted into a feral snarl, bearing a mouthfull of teeth perfect for rending flesh. He had no intention of slaying the boy, but beating him into repenting, and possibly beyond crossed his mind. [ooc]Trying to stick too much in one post... bah. Bring on the character development![/ooc] |
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| Fara're | Mon May 26, 2008 2:13 pm Post #2 |
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Fara're heard the sounds of a fight and decided to investigate. She let out a snarl when she saw a boy bullying another child. Though the other child...was unusual. She could pick up his strange scent even in her elven form. But strang or not, he was still a child and she would allow this to go on any longer. She silently came up behind the older boy and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. She hoisted him off the ground with little difficulty....being a were-tiger did give her some advantages in the strength catagory. The boy squirmed in her grip and tried to throw a punch at her, which missed terribly. "I would not try that again," she said in a low voice. The boy then froze when he saw her fierce green eyes staring at him. Green eyes that can have the kindest sparkel to them...or the anger of a ragin fire. It was the latter currently. She dropped the boy and he landed right on hit butt. "You are done here," she said. "Go home." The boy's face was white as he looked up at the elf towering over him. He nodded silently before getting up and running away as fast as his legs could carry him. Once he was gone, she knelt down before Donner. Her usual kind and friendly sparkle had now returned to her emerald eyes. "Are you okay, child?" she asked softly. "Where are you hurt?" She saw many bruises on him. She shook her head saddly. What was with boys, always picking on those smaller than them. "Hold still," she said. She place her hand on the Donner's chest and closed her eyes in concentration. A soft glow emenated from her finger tips and healing magic spread into the boy. Once the spell was done she opened her eyes again. "Better?" "I am Fara're," she said. "Who are you?" |
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| DornKoon | Mon May 26, 2008 2:36 pm Post #3 |
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Alice had been watching all of this from inside of the green gryphon. She was a cruel person and did not care much for living creatures, but she did not like the way people treated each other, all living creatures was the same...the strong used the weak and blamed everything on them. The elven lady sighed, then she slowly walked out from the inn and the young man that had done the evil deed ran right past her but she ignored him. She stopped a few meters away from Fara're and Donner. "One could think they would have other things to do then to bully others" she said with a calm voice, but with a trace of anger in it. Then she shook her head. "But I see things are in order now." she turned and looked after the running man, then she turned back. "We meet again Fara're, If you remember me from the other time?" |
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| Donner | Thu May 29, 2008 11:28 pm Post #4 |
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Walberg was almost in his grasp when he suddenly levitated severel feet straight up at a surprising velocity. For a fleeting moment, he wondered when the child had learned to cast spells without a word or gesture, before seeing the adult holding him by the scruff of his neck. Not levitating, but yanked up hard by an earthly avatar of vengance. Donner sighed and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. Humiliated in front of his enemy, Walberg would never forgive Donner now. He would run off now, but later Donner would pay. "Are you okay, child? Where are you hurt?" He was about to say he was fine, when she uttered "Hold still" and her hand descended towards his chest. "No w-" A cool chill spread over him, at first soothing, but then quickly heatingto an unbearable pain all over. He closed his eyes tightly and fell back against the wall again, and gasped for air. Dimly, he heard voices around him, but couldn't understand their meaning. In places where he was badly bruised, the skin cracked and blew blood and steam as little bubbles popped beneath his skin. Donner knew that untill he was older, he'd continue to keep his almost undead physiology, turning into an almost complete replica of a human around fifteen or sixteen. As he was, he still suffered from life energy like zombies and other undead. After a while, he would regenerate, but while the magic of her heal spell still rampaged through his system, he was in hell as his flesh cooked from the inside. In pain and unaware of his surroundings, Donner collapsed to the street. [OOC] :lol: You healed a semi-undead! oMG! Disaster! :mellow: My falling over and overt signs of pain happen as DornKoon is talking, giving you a reason not to have seen all this. Usually one asks before healing another, but this works much better IMO. [/OOC] |
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| Erolam | Thu May 29, 2008 11:47 pm Post #5 |
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Erolam watched everything from a safe distance, enjoying the beatings. He laughed coldly, not bothering to keep his voice down at all. He was truly enjoying this. The entire thing, the helpless child being beaten by a much larger child. His fun was stopped when an elf stepped in, stopping the fight and leaning over to heal the boy. But it was not a boy, no. He could feel the demonic presence there. The fun was only just starting. Erolam pulled his cloak on and walked over to the two just as the boy reacted to the spell and fell unconscious. “Why stop it? I was just getting interested.” He growled at the elf. Nobody would recognize him at the moment, he was in his demon form, a tall, dark mockery of a satyr. Teeth bared, he chuckled. “Perhaps I can still enjoy myself.” (sorry it's short) |
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| Fara're | Fri May 30, 2008 12:12 am Post #6 |
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Fara're gasped as the boy fell over. She wondered if she did something wrong. He at least seemed to be alive. When she saw Alice she just gave her a nod in greeting. She sensed that another was about. Her animal nature hightened her senses and she knew the danger had no ended yet. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, all of her senses were on the alert. As another entered the ally she stood and possitioned herself between the boy and the new comer. "Why did I end it?" she asked. "Because I could not just stand an watch as a child was being attacked." The man had a strange scent about him and she did not like it. Not at all. The lights from the city reflected off her eyes as she glared at him. When he pulled back his hood her eyes narrowed dangerously. She was right, this was no normal person. When he bared his teeth she took that as a threat and crouched low to the ground ready to pounce. Those who looked upon her would think her position odd and very animal like, but it was comfortable and natural for her. Her toned muscles were tight and her eyes were fixed on this 'man.' "I think it would be a good idea that you leave," she said in a low voice. A soft but feral growl emenated from her throat. She would not transform just yet, but she was ready if need be. |
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| Brahms | Fri May 30, 2008 11:20 am Post #7 |
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Brahms just arrived into town, another place tha that he could mistreat a woman or two before he goes wondering around. He grinned at the tougth, charming them cute or not and if the one was cute he would have another type of fun first, then his real big fun would begin. A cruel game named: How far te heart will be thrown. He liked...no loved to do so, ripping his victims apart. He saw the inn and was not so far, he started to play some music a bit, thanks to his harp. That was one way to get attention and if any woman would like his phisical appearance, or was drunk slightly, well then it was easier. He did not always needed but he liked that way too when the half-elf was in need of meat and blood. Brahms the bard looked at the scene as he entered the place. His friend Erolam was there, interesting. A uncounscious boy too, easy meat. And a women growling in a cat like position , the lycan smell her odor, were-kitten. His instincts took over. Canine and feline were not great allies. He showed his semi-pointy teeth only a second and walked to the tiefling." 'Sup, bud?"He placed an hand on his friend and whispered."Leave this women to me, i got a....racial problem to take care of, first."He felt someone else looking at the scene. a women, elven, at a table. He would have to watch out. |
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| Erolam | Fri May 30, 2008 5:57 pm Post #8 |
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Erolam grinned wider at her comments. How could one not enjoy such fights? He smiled as his form bulged a little. Brahms entered the scene and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Leave this women to me, i got a....racial problem to take care of, first” Erolam chuckled and shook his head. “No, no dear friend. I started this. I find it fair that I end it.” He shrugged the werewolf’s hand off his shoulder and dropped his cloak, revealing his large, well-muscled satyr form, black as night. The odor of brimstone deepened in the street air. The demon inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the scent. To him it was more of an aroma. Erolam lowered his head and opened his eyes, looking back at the elf with a ready smile on his face. “Would you be willing to make me leave, elf?” He snarled. Woman or no, he could not stand insolence. Erolam stomped a cloven hoof, cracking one stone in the road. He grinned and drew up a flask from his cloak, dipping two fingers into the wide lip. When he drew them from the pewter flask, they were shiny and dark red in color. The smell of blood became fresh in the air. The large tiefling placed the two fingers on his tongue and licked the blood off, his battlelust increased. “Let us get this over with, then.” He sneered at the girl. |
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| DornKoon | Fri May 30, 2008 6:10 pm Post #9 |
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Alice raised her eyebrow when all this happened. "Oh, please leave me out of this." she said with a slightl smile and walked past Erolam and Braham. She placed herself a few meters away and tilted her head a little to the side. "I think I will stand here, then I will not be in the way, but can still watch this handsome demon" a somewhat wicked smile crossed her face, but only for a few seconds. "So please don´t mind me at all, don´t play nice now loves. Will not be any fun to watch it then." she laughed and leaned calmly against the wall behind her. This was sure to be fun, she had nothing against the elf lady, but she was not with her either. Besides she liked the satyr demon, he had an aura of.....something that Alice liked. "We think we know who will win this if it happens." the voice said and Alice could not do more then agree with it, but of course it was to be seen about that. The elven woman looked like she was fast fighter and that could go up against the strength. |
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| Fara're | Sat May 31, 2008 3:02 am Post #10 |
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Fara're green eyes shot to Brahms as he showed up. "Say out of this mutt," she growled. She emphasized the word 'mutt' to show she was well aware of what he was. "I will deal with you once I am done with your friend." She was not surprised by what she saw when her enemy took off his cloak. His scent had made her well aware of his less than likable heritage. With two potentional enemies here decided it was not a time to hold back. Besides it looked like she was not going to get any help from Alice. "Don't underestimate me," she warned. As she spoke her eyes turned gold and her puples narrowed into slits. At first it seemed to be a trick of light, but it looked like her skin ripples. Soon it was obvious that something odd was happening to her skin, it was sprouting orange and black furr. Her pointed elven ears rounded and became that of a cats. A long tail grew and flicked to and fro. Soon her transfromation was complete and her true nature was shown. Fara're the were-tiger crouched baring her long pointed teeth at her foe. "Better be carefull," she purr. "I don't know what the bite of a lycrant will do to one like you." Then without warning she sprang and lept forward with the speed of the hunting cat she was. She lead with hands forward razer shape claw out. |
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| Erolam | Sat May 31, 2008 6:41 am Post #11 |
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Erolam chuckled pleasantly, but the sound came out more of the sound of gravel being crunched together. But it had rhythm. The large Satyr-demon tensed his muscles, then released, getting ready for the fight to come. He sneered at the elf, looking forward to smashing her, feeling the pulpy mass of her insides run between his fingers. As he flexed his fingers, a voice scoffed inside of him. ‘Hand to hand combat? Barbaric. I much prefer using the glaive. The saw tooth makes a nice sound as it tears into their side.’ The demon spoke up. Erolam smiled, mood brightened by the Barbazu’s thoughts. ‘The least you can do is use the power I give you.’ The demon said cheerily. Erolam could get used to this. ‘Thanks for the input, Abe.’ He bared his teeth in a wolfish grin. ‘Anytime. You know, I’m starting to get used to that name.’ Abaelshazarr said as if considering it. ‘Good.’ Erolam reached into himself, feeling out his boundaries, and felt a rather new presence. Abe. He drew on the power in him and smiled. He was filled with the bloodlust and power of an unholy blessing, courtesy of a demon of the abyss. The sigil flared with orange light, glowing harshly in Erolam’s left eye, showing clearly against the silvery orb. The air now stank of evil, a sweet smell to his nostrils. As the woman shifted, Erolam shrugged simply. He was not too surprised. One did not challenge a berserker demon without having some power to draw on. She pounced and hit him full on, several hundred pounds of orange fur and muscle. The weight hit him, making him stumble quite a bit. No mortal man could take a blow and stand, but his demonic heritage and newfound power helped him. Erolam grunted and rolled her off, looking at a small cut. The satyr licked the wound and gave a deep rumbling, red edging his vision. The mass of black skin, muscle, horn, and claw rushed in, drawing on unholy power to fuel large cleaving strikes at the weretiger. |
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| Fara're | Sat May 31, 2008 3:15 pm Post #12 |
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Fara'ra was not surprised when her attack did not do as much as she had hoped. This opponant was not a normal mortal so she could not deal with him as such. That was why she was in her hybrid tiger form. She wondered if she would need to go to full tiger before the end of this battle. He came at her with his attacks. He was bigger than her, and more powerful, but she was smaller and faster. Time to use her agility to good use. She deftly side stepped or ducked his attack dodging his attacks with barely an inch to spare. She hoped that she could tired him out. A low growl came from her throat as she was hit. A small scratch, nothing she needed to worry about right now. If she had been in her elven form though, the hit would have been much worse. Suddenly and opening came to her. She ducked his blade and was crouched low to the ground in all fours. Using her corded muscles she lept straight into the air. She placed her hand on his shoulds to give herself and extra boost and launched herself high into the air. As she reached the top of her assent she preformed a flip and pointed her feet down. Using the force of gravity she began to fall, the heel of her foot leading in a side kick aim right for Erolan's face. |
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| Donner | Sat May 31, 2008 7:57 pm Post #13 |
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A man stood before him surrounded by a fog hiding everything but him. The man wore a long black coat to below his knees, and and a tophat. His deathly white face split in a smile too wide for human features, but it was allright. Just a dream. But what a dream! Clearer than anything he'd ever been able to imagine a dream being, the spectral figure approached and spoke to him Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste. Before the figure could finish, he disappeared. No loud pop or explosion of confetti, suddenly he no longer was there. Before Donner could make sense of it all, the fog began to fade and the street which he'd been in began to swim into focus. The first thing he noticed were the people. He counted three, no, four new people. The demon and the weretiger were foremost in his attention. For some reason they were in a fight, and it looked like the other two might get involved. Damn. How do I get out of this? He slowly pushed himself to a sitting position and leaned against the wall again. All his equipment was at home, and no way could he kill a demon with his meager selection of spells. He could disable it for a few minutes, maybe enough to lose it in the aftermath... That damn tiger thing was jumping all over the place. Left, right, up, up, way up, and coming down with a kick. Looked like the demon was going to catch one right in the face if he didn't move. |
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| Erolam | Sun Jun 1, 2008 3:07 am Post #14 |
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Erolam snarled as he caught the tigress with but a scratch. He licked at the blood on his claw and grinned. ‘Glaive it is then, Abe.’ He said to the demon. ‘Very good. Would you like a steak with that order?’ ‘Maybe later.’ Erolam grinned savagely, imagining pulling the meat from the bones of this weretiger. As she leapt, coming down to plant a foot in his face, Erolam crouched down and leapt to the side, to his cloak. Before Fara’re could react, he swept the cloak aside and picked up his weapon of choice. The satyr-demon spun about to face the tiger. “I thought satyrs and elves got along happily. But I guess the elves were always too stuck up for my tastes. Too stringy.” He taunted, brandishing the wicked weapon, blade of his glaive saw-toothed and black, forged in the pits of the abyss itself for the elite troops of it’s demonic army. In his head, abe only grinned. “Perhaps we can share the meat, Brahms.” He chuckled and lunged at the woman, Glaive set in a deadly thrust. A grin borne of the pits of hell itself took hold of Erolam’s face, red tinting his vision. All sane thought was driven from his mind in a second, only images of slicing this elf to pieces, feelingw edge tear into her soft flesh. |
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| Fara're | Sun Jun 1, 2008 4:33 am Post #15 |
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"Afraid to face me weaponless?" Fara're taunted as he drew a weapon. "And elves get along fine with most races...except when they are attacked," she purred. She circled cautiously as she watched the teifling prepare for his next attack. As she lunged for her she deftly sidestepped and dodged the attack. She used this opportunity to smash her fist into his face. She spang back and out of reach before he could count the attack. "And you will find I prefer keeping my flesh attached to my body." She again waited for him to attack. He was bigger and strong, but she was faster. If she used her speed and agility to her advantage she might be able to tire him. She ducked, sidestepped, and jumped his attacks. She only launched a well place punch or kick when the opening present itself. She was playing a cautious game. Experience had taught her what happened when one fought without caution. It often caused death, usually your own. |
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