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| Vernon | Sun Sep 7, 2008 11:24 pm Post #1 |
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Vernon finished tying the helepless elf to a tree limb. The poor soul hung upside down upside and awake, though he was plagued with so many toxins that he could not longer even scream for help. Vernon was rather pleast when he caught wind of the couple rummaging through his marsh. He'd let the woman run away because the brave man had opted to sacrifice himself for her get away. It wasn't convinient to catch her as well, besides one did not build reputation by kill all that would speak of him. Vernon was still mulling over what he was going to do with the elf. There were so many options, though Vernon snickered when he consider that elf might be dead from what he was fed before Vernon decieded. Vernon checked elf's pocket's but found nothing of interest. A hand full of gold coins, a map, a key to some likely singnificant thing, and off his hand was a ring indicating his marriage. He had been euiped with a sword but that had been ditched a while back and was quite irrelavent compared to Vernon's personal arsenal. Vernon flicked the key off into the distance and let the map fall into the marsh water as well. Before Vernon could do much more he was alerted of another, though it didn't seem to be the wife back for revenge. Vernon wondered what fun he'd be having with this uninvited guest. |
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Mon Sep 8, 2008 9:04 pm Post #2 |
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Yaksha was walking through Norwood Forest, wearing a semi-formal suit and slacks. He carried a jet-black cane, adorned with a skull, a thin rustling issuing from his clothing as he moved gracefully. His tongue flickered out, and after a moment, he stopped, nostrils flaring. "That smell...that delightful smell....I'd recognize it anywhere." His face split into a merry grin, and he began to bound forward, tongue flickering out from time to time. He finally arrived at the marsh, spying an elf hanging from a nearby branch. The scent of decay and rot had grown stronger, almost palpable in the air now. A rodent-like man stood by the elf, rummaging through his belongings. Finally, the ratman grew aware of his prescence, and he shrugged dismissively. No one could expect to be invisible forever. Yaksha pushed his way through the foliage, his suit torn and muddy by now. He peered at the man before him, and bowed gracefully. "Good afternoon, friend. It would seem that we've another guest, though?" His eyes locked with the elf's, a swirling vortex of malice and hate. If he sought any assistance here, he was gravely disappointed. Yaksha glode wordlessly across the swampy, spongey ground, stopping before the elf, and gave the elf a gentle push with his hand, sending him spinning in an arc reminiscent of some odd pendulum. "Oh, my this is fun!" Yaksha turned back to the host of this mysterious guest, completely oblivious to the elf's feeble protests as he swung back and forth. "So, you are no doubt one who takes residence in this swamp?" He seemed only vaguely aware of Vernon's foul stench, and hardly affected at all. "I have to say, you know how to make a place homey. The scent, the feeling of impending death...it's all so glorious. It's been ages since I met a kindred soul..." He bowed graciously, and sat on the fecund ground before him. |
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| Vernon | Tue Sep 9, 2008 2:33 am Post #3 |
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Yaksha' scent had come to Vernon before Yaksha could find pestilence's scent. A male that did quite seem to be half-demon but rather more likley one of the lesser evil ousiders that proclaim to be devils and demons. Vernon had carried on about his buisness pretending not to notice. Catching him off guard was immpossible on his on turf, yet it was to Vernon's advantage to let the would be assailants take that one last false sense of security before he eneded their lives. This one didn't seem to be a bounty hunter, largely because the creature did not seem to try and use any form of stealth, though it wouldn't help over much against Vernon's senses, and which meant if he was a bounty hunter then he was either talentless and deserved to die, or was cocky and deserved a throughly torturous death. Certainly wasn't a goody-two-shoes who'd have turned away by now or try to employ stealth. Half-fiends didn't make good goody-two-shoes anyways. Seeing no immediate threat Vernon allowed Yasksha to approach. Vernon leaned against the tree's trunk as he waiting for what his eyes would tell him of this strange new guest. His clothes by far were not meant for travel and the damage was likely freshly given by the forest and marsh. Vernon wondered if he was more amused or annoyed by the uninvited guests, but curiosity certainly beat both. The fool acted as if he were a close friend, something Vernon didn't have nor need in humoids. Playing with his toy, romping aroung like he was welcome, and yet the there notable addage of near fitting salutations and proper flattery which might even be secretly in mock. It was apparent that he wanted something and wasd highly confident he had want Vernon wanted in return. From look it was some overpompus noble, and likely mage, that either sought Vernon's services in bounty hunting or assassination. He'd probably speak of mounds of gold, half the like's of which Vernon would likely ever see. Vernon decided to dismiss the minor annoyances, letting curiousity hold him for the present. "Why thank you. Some of the wildlife had to be imported. One can't possibly a decent marsh with less than 10 varieties of leeches," Vernon explained before taking a more serious tone. "But what of you? Who are you? And why have come here? You seemed to have come here in a hurry, or clearly had not a single care for what happened to your garments." Vernon expected some answer that curved into a long story trying to put a nice spin on his needs or prehaps an evasion saving the answer fo later which of course would not sit well with Vernon at present. As Vernon awaited the half-feind's reply he pulled a rotten slab of dragon meat. It was a rather nice with an good taste and eating it would help mask his curiosity as well as irritation. |
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Sat Sep 13, 2008 1:25 am Post #4 |
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Yaksha laughed, and waved a hand over his garments, which were indeed in disrepair. "My friend, even the best of us cannot plan for EVERY whim and spur-of-the-moment decision." He chuckled wryly, and then cocked his head. "As to who I am, why I hardly think it good manners to ask a guest their name before giving your own, don't you agree?" He flashed Vernon a grin full of almost shockingly white teeth, drawn back in a completely mirthless manner. "You know, when apes grin, it's to bare their teeth. When THEY smile, it's not out of happiness. It's a threat." He finally bowed, and then rose. "As to why I'm here? Kindred spirits attract one another. I can feel something about you...you're not like the rest of those in this world. And yet, I can still feel the malice seething off of you. You hide it well, I must say." He winked, and ran a hand over his face, which turned into a grotesque visage once his hand had passed. The skin was drawn tight against his face, and it had taken on an unhealthy pink sheen. The waves of bloodlust and malice were almost suffocating in such close quarters. "And so do I." |
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| Vernon | Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:20 pm Post #5 |
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So far he had answered none of Vernon questions appropriately. If he was trying to impress Vernon with how vile and menacing he could be, Vernon was not impressed. Sure it wasn’t every day he bumped into a fool that could turn into and ugly faced demon, but it wasn’t a skill Vernon could honestly say he cared about. The fool probably thought they should be best of buddies because they were both evil. It was rather irritating. “Are you intending to get on my nerves, or do you so badly wish to swing with the elf? It would seem you are on the road to both. You may be a guest, but you’ve yet to prove to be more than an uninvited guest. The only thing keeping you from suffering the fair treatment for trespassing is curiosity and laziness, and you wear quickly on both,” Vernon warned before taking another bite out of the meat. Vernon wondered if it would be enough to get the fool talking straight, if not he would enjoy having two prisoners to play with. “I am not impressed by looks, demonic nature, or whatever malice you think you have. You’ve got one last chance to make a proper introduction. If you can’t add in your point as well, you may inspire me to draw my own,” Vernon sneered, holding up one clawed finger as he spoke of the demon’s last chance. |
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Sat Sep 13, 2008 10:16 pm Post #6 |
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Yaksha shook his head sadly, his voice solemn and resounding, almost haunting. "Some people just don't understand the necessity of theatrics." His eyes were deep, and almost captivating; it took a concious effort to look away. "My name is Yaksha, and I'm sure we can all tell I'm a demon. As to why I'm here?" He rose, brushing his hands along his chest. "It was no lie. I WAS simply wandering these woods, and something, call it coincidence, call it fate, but SOMETHING brought me here. I simply felt something pulling me here.... " He smiled darkly at Vernon, and then gave an enigmatic shrug. "Beleive me if you will, don't if you wish not to. But I would advise against killing me. Surely you can feel it, if I can. We are as brothers-in-arms. I can feel it in every word you say, in every movement you make. You want the same thing as me." He gave a wicked cackle, and the elf behind Vernon paled. "What I seek is simple; I seek . We both want to watch this world fall. YOU're just having more of a sporting time." Yaksha stared at him, his eyes thin slits, giving away little. "I'm here to make you a deal, Vernon. We are both kindred spirits, deny it as you may." He waved his hands around the marshland near them. "I offer you this. A WORLD of this! The entirety of Imythess, an overgrown swamp, for you. Why settle for Lord of Hauntwood Marsh, when you can be Lord of Imythess Marsh!? All I ask in return...is remembrance. I offer you the grandest of playgrounds, for a pittance. Your power is great, Vernon. But I've noticed you lack the initiative to do anything grand. And that, I have more than enough of! I offer you my mind, in exchange for your power...." He gave a low, gracious bow, and rose, his eyes still slitted. "You are a powerful foe, Vernon. And an even more powerful ally." He extended his hand, twinkling with bloodlust and the giddiness of a child. "What say you, Lord of Hauntwood? A truce, at the very least. My plans will in no way endanger your monopoly in this swamp for ages. I would humbly request the same of yours." |
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| Vernon | Tue Sep 16, 2008 8:52 pm Post #7 |
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Vernon's own theatrics paid off and the demon stopped his foolish evasiveness. Apparenly Yasksha was one of those who didn't quite understand the necessity of theatrics, beacuse prestently, there was no need at all or atleast of the kind Yaksha gave. Vernon doubted Yaksha's claim to then drawings of Fate and did so even more when Yaksha introduced a point of his own. He claimed to seek to make Imythess one grand marsh. A lofty goal that Vernon didn't feel like hearing the specifics to. Something that bizarre and that grand was quite doomed to fail before the coming of apocylpse. Even if this demon claimed to be immortal, he didn't have all the time in the world. The demon did only ask for rememberance and well not being killed and/or tortured in Vernon's marsh. It wasn't asking too much of Vernon, though Vernon didn't want to make the fool think he was invited to come and go as he pleased. Vernon could reverse his decison at any moment he pleased, yet why bother if there was little hope for any fruit to be bared. Vernon decided that he would give the fool a quest of sorts. Retreive something from a formidable foe. The first name to come to mind did nicely, Rothardan. A toothy grin played on his rat-like face as the name came to mind. The powerful paladin would serve as a wonderful test. "You seem to have big ideas," Vernon mused as he turned his back on the demon and his hand extended out for a sign of at partnership. Gracefully he scaled tree with his claws, climbing up to the limb where the poor elf hung. "But, I bore of idealist with nothing to show. So, I have a little game for you," Vernon said playfully as he laid down. "The next time we meet, you will give me the hair of Rothardan splashed with his blood. Give anything less and... well, you'll find out for your self if you're that dumb," Vernon snicked before finishing off the rest of the meat. "I'm sure it's a simple task if your mind is so great," Vernon laughed as he chewed the fetid meat, sprinkling small moresal into the marsh below. |
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Wed Sep 17, 2008 1:04 am Post #8 |
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For a moment, his face grew ashen and expressionless, like a man haunted. "Rothardan Lionheart? He's a monster, you can't not know that!" Yet, even as he spoke, the gears in his head were slowly turning. After a minute, he nodded enthusiastically, then rose, his body almost shivering with fright. "Yes...A feat only the greatest can acheive. I accept your test, Vernon. Expect the hair and blood by the end of the week." He bowed graciously, and then rose, smiling wickedly at the elf. "Tata, you two. Have a good time, and don't do anything I wouldn't!" He walked off, smiling devillishly to himself. Vernon didn't know who he was dealing with. But he would. "Oh, yes, heavens yes. He will." |
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