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'til the angels save us all; combat topic, open to all
Topic Started: Fri Jul 2, 2010 2:26 am (1,973 Views)
Hollis
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Hollis watched as her sister and the guild member((s)) went down into the city. She had no idea if she could should fly up to see if there was anyone there... Should I do that now, or later? thought Hollis...
She know that she had to make up her mind, and fast. If she didn't, the group would get to far ahead and she wouldn't be able to find them.
Hollis made up her, and fast!
Best not get left in the dust in a place that I don't know very well at all... Thought Hollis.
She quickly ran to catch up with her sister...
Hollis didn't know what else to expect, but she had a feeling that there where going to be more demons... Weather they are on her side, or not, there where going to more then enough to make a fight.
Hollis wanted to talk to AD, ask her more about her guild, but she didn't know how to it with members walking with her.
Hollis was walking right behind AD now, and was thinking about asking her if they could talk somewhere without the others, when her traveling companion asked something almost took the thought out of her head... Almost, but not quite!
"But, if we burn it done, what would it do to help us? Yes, they can't hide, but, then neither can we!" said Hollis. And it was true. If they where to burn everything down, they would have no where to do many things. Like, plan.
Hollis looked at AD, hoping that she hadn't cut off what she was about to say, though Hollis thought that AD wouldn't be to mad at her. They didn't have enough time to worry about things like that when they had to plan a war.

((sorry that it isn't very good... My creative juices just aren't here today!))
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Aether Draka
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Leader of the Divschatten

Aether Draka smiled to herself. This was not going to be too hard. Well, maybe...

She was unable to suppress the shiver that ran up her spine when Melmoth mentiioned burning the place. "No." was her sharp reply. The city had already suffered hellfire along with demons and those who came with the flames were most likely immune to it after some fashion or they wouldn't have come with it. She had to navigate the city in flames once before after all. With the boy and girl behind her in her care at the time. She was not doing that again, ever. She would shadow jump them somewhere safe. She would do so now if it didn't seem to be a better idea to make their way in on foot so that they could keep their sense of direction.

The smell of blood was on the air, along with death and some whiffs of brimstone. Turin assured her there was no traps on the path and that the demons she sent ahead had cleared out the main room and piled the debris against entryways deeper into the hospice where the arena had once been attached to hinder any attacks from that direction until they had a better defense set up. AD simply nodded. Summoning those ones had made her hungry. She had not hunted before hand.

There was no qualms for AD to feed off what ever attacked them, but she had not quite mastered the spells needed to get proper food and clean water for her wards. Well, the little dragon was going to meet them later with food, water, bedding, and other accommodation.

A sound caught her attention then. She glanced back to see an odd blue tinted lump oozing across the ground behind them. It was slower then they were, but didn't seem hindered by the rubble and other debris that slowed them down. The older brother put his arm out, pushing his sister behind him and then placing his right hand on the hilt of the blade at his side.

AD looked at it in surprise. "Um, what is that?" she asked, a puzzled expression on her face.
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Nike
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Niki had seen it all from the shadows. The demos gathering with their leader, to whom Niki hadn't started off well with. A little fight at the arena never hurt anyone, right? Well, looks like it can. Niki saw the demons line up, pretty much, to greet AD. The telling of a baby's birth, which took Niki off guard, but she stayed where she was, hidden in a tree. A baby!? Who know that demons could have kids!?! Well, then again, we do still have all the parts. . . Is that one a demon, though? thought Niki.

While they all set off, Niki stepped out of the shadows. She followed, a little behind them. A few feet, a few steps. Niki known none of the others, just AD, but that didn't change her feelings towards her, or them. Niki kept distance behind them, when AD stopped. "Um, what is that?" Niki heard her ask. Niki took a few steps back, than ran closer to the front to get a look. Ooze? thought Niki. She was unsure though. The closest one to her took step back, as the girl saw it. Niki thought that she had heard a little scream, but was unsure-yet again-about that. So many things here, that Niki was unsure about, and it made her uneasy to be here. She didn't know why she was even here. She had nothing to with the old center of city, and demon run, city of Taras. She had no wish to make it well, hole, or anything of that nature. Yet, here, Niki hide, watching one of the many groups of people, run to return the city back as it was. Unlike many of them, Niki had nothing to with Taras. Yes, Chaos had told her story, but she had been half awake at the time. She didn't remember it all, but a she had gotten the important part.

Niki stood, hidden the shadow, half of her wanting to jump out, and pull the girl in. Yet, some how, Niki know that the girl and the guild leader held something that the other did not. She had no clue, but the way the girl stood next to AD with the respect of a leader, yet the stance of a sister, or something. Niki had been wrong about that type of thing before though, and she was sure that she was now. Yet, there was one once of debate in her mind. She know that the two had something, she just didn'tknow what that thing might be. But, part of wished that she did.

Niki almost stepped out, when she decided that it best not do anything just yet, to mess them up, that is. So, Niki moved back to where she was, in the back, and waited with the rest of them to move forward again. Niki wanted nothing more then get a move on so that she watch this group, from a far, repair whatever it was that they where going to repair...


((This includes all of what Hollis does. Scream a little, jump back, and look from Melmoth, to AD, to the stuff, and back again. She doesn't cower back, she just looks startled. If you want, I can post that in Hollis?))
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Marissa Skeates
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A purse is a lot like a drawer or cupboard in a house: it can hold anything; you don't always know what's in it; and if no one's looking in the right spot, no one will know that something's missing until they open the damned thing. Of course, the general populace tends to overstate or exaggerate or spread rumors about how picking one is actually done. They're wrong. Sure, it's an art - any thief can tell you that - but there's a lot more to it than just cutting the strings and slipping it into your vest when no one's looking. Cutting someone's purse strings is actually far more likely to get you caught than just reaching in and pulling something out in the blink of an eye. And of course, distraction is everything. Well, sleight of hand helps, too. Who'll think to check their purse if a stone of the same shape and weight has replaced the object taken? No one, that's who - because, if done quickly enough, there's no difference in how the purse feels upon your hip.

The biggest problem with picking a purse, though, is how best to distract someone. A carefully-timed fire must be noticeable and easily put out, or at least stopped in its tracks, but not so easily that people return to their business before your business is done. For example, a seemingly accidental lantern knocked over next to a bowl of grease to be used for cooking could provide just the distraction one needs to get quite a haul. The biggest problem with picking a purse in a refugee camp, unfortunately, is that no one has a damn thing. Well, they do, just nothing useful. Often, a thief in a refugee camp will find only a couple of coppers here and there, a small knife if she or he is lucky, or perhaps an apple. In most cases, this is a huge disappointment; the best place to pick a purse is in a big city. Unfortunately, the biggest city around is no longer anything more than a huge pile of crumbling rubble. Even the recent restoration project hasn't done much to 'restore' the once-great city of Taras.

For a starving thief who's just looking for something to fill her belly, however, a dagger and two coppers are only part of the loot. The apple is the main course. Such a thief might just be found sneaking away with three apples if such a lucky purse is found. Tonight, just such a purse as that has been. Two coppers, a dagger, and an apple from one is all fine and dandy. But three apples?

I've really scored this time! thought the shadow-skulking thief as she made her way toward the other end of the camp. The fire was getting put out now, but she'd made her haul and wasn't going to stick around to see what happened next. Of course, she couldn't help but take a pan of cooling bacon when she saw it - not the pan, mind, just the bacon. Actual meat...now that was a rarity for one such as Marissa Skeates.

Of course, it's also what earned her a shout and forced her to start eating her bacon on the run - literally.
He'd hesitated. The bacon was gone now, but his sword would not forget. So, he'd gone in: into a presumably demon-infested city that no longer stood, a place where the shadows weren't the only things that could do bad, bad things to your mind. Imagine having your spine literally ripped from your back, only to (just as literally) be beaten to death with it. Imagine being tied up and forced to endure the suffering of having your brains eaten - while you're conscious. Imagine being ripped limb from limb just because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. So yeah. He'd hesitated. He'd hesitated a lot. But in the end, his principles outweighed his intelligence. Of course, unlike the girl he was chasing, he knew full well what lay within the boundaries of the ruins of Taras. He knew full well what lay in wait for anyone looking to squat - or in this case, to hide.

This might have made him wonder what he was doing, but Marissa could care less. She'd heard some rumors, certainly, but she didn't really know what went on in Taras. What she knew was that the shadows were very creepy and the hulking ruins were intimidating - to a five-year-old. To Marissa, they were close friends and powerful allies against a rampaging warrior with a rusty short sword and fewer brains than an ostrich with a pack of wargs after it. At least the ostrich knew to run. The warrior did not, and in this kind of place, he didn't stand a chance. He'd have Marissa's shiny new dagger between his ribs very shortly. If she couldn't find a way out of this, after all, she'd have to kill him - whether she wanted to or not. Until now, she'd just been stealing food and a bit of money here and there - either in the form of coins or items she could sell or trade. She'd been surviving. But murder? That was a whole new level of survival for her. Still, she'd do what she had to do. She was desperate; she wouldn't hesitate. Would she? She didn't think she would. She'd have liked to think she wouldn't. But she didn't know yet. She'd never killed anyone before.

She was a thief, not an assassin.

And so she crept silently along the wall of a half-fallen temple, its curving architecture and religious sculptures broken and littering the ground. More dust than Marissa had ever seen covered the entire place, and a stained-glass window showed only hints of what might once have been some kind of holy being now. Her cloak covered her face so she wouldn't sneeze, its hood shadowed her face beyond what the building could accomplish, and the dagger was firmly gripped in her left hand - perhaps a bit too firmly, for she had never needed to use one the way she might have to now. Her foot-falls made not a sound as she slowly crept to the corner of the ruined place of worship. She peeked out, but she saw nothing.

She had lost him for now, but she could hear him moving about elsewhere - not close enough to hear Marissa, of course. But then, he was more concerned with making noise than with trying to stay silent. Were it not for the situation at hand, Marissa might've laughed at his clumsy attempts to stay quiet while finding a lone thief. She couldn't help it any longer, though...the bacon was gone and she was still hungry. She was always hungry. So she slipped an apple from the folds of a corner of her cloak, tied to form a small pocket, and began munching on it quickly. She devoured the apple, but it wasn't enough, so she at the second - and then the third. The coins she'd stuck in her worn boots of weather-battered leather, the soles nearly separated but still wearable as far as Marissa was concerned. Her cotton breeches were as dark a brown as her boots, but her thread-bare shirt was the white so typical of un-dyed cotton; anyone who looked closely enough could see well the details that made her a woman, if only because they were outlined by the fabric.

It was when she finally moved again that fate did her in. The make-shift pocket of her cloak caught on a jagged piece of stone and ripped, opening it up and tearing the tattered leather away from the rest of the article. It was that sound that drew the soldier, and Marissa started to flee once more. As she fled, she thought she heard voices and foot-falls nearby, but she couldn't be certain and she had more pressing concerns at the moment.

"Get back here, your bloody thief! I'll gut you like a fish!"

Nice guy, the tomboyish Marissa thought wryly. Her green eyes flashed in the light reflected off of a piece of glass as she twisted mid-flight to stick her tongue out at him, and that's when the soldier truly saw her for the first time: a skinny little girl with a boyish cut to her crimson locks, but to look at her, he had to stop a moment in his mind and think. Was this truly a girl? She'd said nothing as yet, so there was no way to tell. Of course, noticing what stuck out from her shirt like a pair of cantaloupes settled the matter. To him, however, she was still a thief. So he continued chasing her, screaming a primal war cry as though to frighten away a simpleton. She rolled her pretty eyes as she ran, leaping over the skeletons of long-lost buildings and once-tall structures. She ended up tumbling right into the path of some kind of...what was that...thing? Of course, the fact that she was suddenly surrounded by people separated from her only by the blob in the road, too, didn't help - especially when not all of them were people. At least, not people that didn’t wager a shocked, almost disgusted stare. What…was that…hideous…repulsive…that thing? But she had no time to worry about it, her attention snapping back to the matter at hand. She whirled about, the slender fingers of her left hand once more brandishing a sturdy, yet well-used dagger. Her hood had fallen as she had risen, which only made her a more visible target as the man chasing her leaped to the crest of stone above her, hardly-gleaming blade poised as though to cut off Marissa's pretty little head.

She couldn't help but shoot a glance between her dagger and the sword he carried. Both might've been second-rate weapons at best, but Marissa didn't need a village wisdom to tell her that she was at a disadvantage here.

A bad one...
Edited by Marissa Skeates, Mon Nov 1, 2010 11:05 pm.
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