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Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Nov 12, 2009 21:44:59 GMT -5
"MMFGHETGDODNC" was the insult the tumor tried to yell. But all it got was a mouth full of dirt.
In a instant they were absorbed into the earth and appeared again outside of Mittelmarch. The cellar was left with black blood all around. The orb was left, for none there wanted to touch the magics it gave off.
"Now, quickly! Cut me loose and take me to where he can't find me. The magic that helped me will wear off if you don't do it soon!" The tumor pleaded with Raku. He had no more cards to play.
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Post by Raku on Nov 12, 2009 21:49:31 GMT -5
"Fine. Actually I have an idea, but I will need to return to Mittelmarch to take of it."
Raku prepares to cut the tumor out.
"How do I do this without killing you?"
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Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Nov 12, 2009 22:00:48 GMT -5
A hand grabbed Raku's arm that pointed a weapon at him. "You don't."
The voice was powered by the plains of death and it was as cold as the night of the coldest winter.
"Ah Raku. I see you helped me find what has been causing my hinderence. I knew something was going on. But who would have thought that my human soul had been untouched.
The tumor tried toto run, although it was clear it couldn't get away as it was still inside hium and attached.
"Well, it seems all you know I now Know as well. You have been holding me back, eh? Well now that I have you I will make sure that You are punished for this!"
The tumor finally gained enough confidence to talk back to him.
"You had me bear witness to the atrocity of killing my family and all the unspeakable horrors that you have committed! What else can you do to me?!"
"You'll see soon enough. Oh and Raku."
He let her hand go as she pulled it away in anger.
"I'll let your comments about me pass for now, but remember this. If the innkeeper did this too me, what would he do to one who works for me willingly? Go get us a contract with a guardsmen for the coming battle. Make sure to be subtle about it.
"I'm going to return and take care of this tumor before it turns into a cancer!"
With that Giggles disappeared into the earth.
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Post by Raku on Nov 12, 2009 22:12:58 GMT -5
Raku snarled at Giggles as he left through the ground. She return to Mittelmarch. She walked into Cedric's Inn. She appeared to be crying.
"Can someone help me please. I was attack by a strange man outside of Mittlemarch. He appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me. I was able to break free before he was able to do anything to me. I think he said he worked for someone named Giles."
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Post by Wulf on Nov 12, 2009 22:35:08 GMT -5
Wulf stands up and, taking his small notebook out as he wrote in it quickly and walks over to her. After handing it to her, it reads:
Where is this man at?
(i wait for her to hand the book back then follow her)
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Post by Raku on Nov 12, 2009 22:42:47 GMT -5
"Thank you kind sir. I will show you where he is."
Raku heads out of the Inn and heads toward Ravenwood.
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Post by Tsukasa on Nov 12, 2009 22:50:08 GMT -5
Tsukasa watched in a distance. He didn't just the woman that enter the inn seeking help. Something about her gave him a bad vibe.
He decided to follow her and the man in the silver mask.
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Post by Fuuma Kyosuke on Nov 13, 2009 5:34:19 GMT -5
"I promise, Dwarf-sama, there are no weapons on my person," there was again no hint of a lie in her voice, the woman projecting complete sincerity even in her features.
Kyosuke continued to listen impassively, watching the two talk before smirking and speaking up, "Even if she had one, this one would know not what to do with it. She is certainly no Warrior, of that I can assure you, though this one feels that she will have other uses in the future."
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Post by Wulf on Nov 13, 2009 10:47:18 GMT -5
"Thank you kind sir. I will show you where he is." Raku heads out of the Inn and heads toward Ravenwood. Wulf Following close behind, weapon drawn and ready for battle
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Post by Tsukasa on Nov 13, 2009 16:44:40 GMT -5
Tsukasa followed them out but lost them in the crowd outside.
Great, just my luck.
He decided to head back into the inn. He saw the samurai with the Jovian woman. He thought about going and talking to him but decided not too. He made his way to a table and sat down.
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Post by Stubbie on Nov 24, 2009 0:12:40 GMT -5
Well into his cups, along with the rest of the table, by the time the spectacle with the floor happens; Jed elbowed his foreman.
'Ehy, ah.....Ah think.... Ah'll be takin mah pay early this week. It se....seems a friend jus developed a bit'o a problem Ah aught stick around fer." "Ah yea? But what're ye about Jherdar? Skippin out on'us when we're jus' bout half-way finished wid dis section?" Grabbing the foreman's shoulder, Jed spins him to look at the Inn Keep "Dun'na forget, he's part of our blood too. Asides...dis lil hole should'na take but.....3 days, meybe. Ah'll be back afore yu've got 4 course down" "Ah've seen you work Bloodcarver, a "lil hole" could be 2 weeks!"
The table burst into laughter, good naturedly prodding the bloody-cap. Nodding to the others at the table, the foreman slid off his stool. The rest followed suite and headed out the door; Jherdar at the tail end.
Not bothering to tell the Inn-Keep, he seemed rather busy at the moment anyway; Jed went to collect a few things and be back before they closed....well maybe not then. He planned another stop; one that may retain him all night.
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Post by Stubbie on Dec 10, 2009 22:20:40 GMT -5
Intending to only spend a couple of days helping Zigler fix the hole in the floor at the Inn, Jed found himself still there after several weeks. Having helped refurbish the stables and construct the new rooms onto the Inn, he still found himself sticking around; helping where he could.
After witnessing Nichtmar's collapse, the subsequent rushing off of Zigler and Aki, and the ensuing confusion inside the Inn; he knew he'd be there indefinitely.
Pulling Dorian aside, " 'Ehy laddie, ye seem a bit ova'welmed right now. Dun ye worry thou, ol' Jed is hea'ta help ye."
Without waiting for a real response, Jherdar jumps up on a stool at the bar and shouts: "AHY! All ye drunken basta'ds lissen up!" Every eye in the place spun on the loudly yelling dwarf at the bar, most with an instant firey hatred burning behind them "Dat's betta, now if'en ye be worried for tha ogre, be off with you...otha'wise put yer dog faces back inta yer brew! bwauahah! Carneth! Free roun' on meh!"
Dropping off the stool, Jed fills a tray with mugs of ale and totters off through the throng, delivering free drinks, swapping stories and generally putting HIS face out as crowd favorite.....for now.
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Post by Dorian Prior on Dec 11, 2009 12:51:11 GMT -5
Dorian resumed his spot against the wall tiredly. Jherdar seemed to be taking the situation fairly lightly, and Carneth kept himself busy with the tables. Dorian guessed he must be the only one visibly distraught.
He had remembered the ogre from before; when Dorian was seeking leads on the Jovian command. Nichtmar was his name... yes. He had looked tall, proud and full of health when they'd first met. Now he was being carried out like a corpse...
Dorian realized that that wasn't what truly bothered him. There was something about how the ogre looked before he fell: the paled skin and deadness in his eyes, the aura about him...
The realization came with a shock, so much that Dorian's drink sloshed and spilled over the brim of his mug before his senses came back under control. He steadied himself, thinking of the implications of his discovery. None of them were good.
Dorian needed a place to think. The tavern was so full of noise and the heavy smell of beer, it felt like one could hardly remember their name. He motioned to Carneth, to let him know he was going downstairs. He looked over at Jed one more time. Bloodcarver was entertaining way too many people at once to be bothered by his absence. Dorian took hold of himself once more, and headed downstairs to meditate on uneasy thoughts.
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Post by Stubbie on Dec 11, 2009 22:53:38 GMT -5
After leading a rawdy rendition of "Granite Miner" and "Along the Switchback Trail", Jed makes his way back through the thinning crowd. It was getting late (or early, depending on how you see it) and Jed was starting to feel the night.
The Ogre's predicament wore on him. Although his reaction was to help get everyone elses's mind off the subject, the unknown was being mulled over in the back of his. After helping eject the last die-hard pub-goer of the night, Jherdar picked up a rag and began wiping tables down.
Looking at Carneth quizzically "So...now wha laddie?" Then, almost as an after-thought "'Ehy...where's our third?"
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Post by Dorian Prior on Dec 14, 2009 18:05:21 GMT -5
Dorian paced the cellar floors, grim thoughts abound in his conscience. He'd realized earlier that he'd never ventured down here before; he quite enjoyed coolness, the silence and the fainter smell of ale. These pleasantries were soon forgotten.
His newest location and closest thing to call home, Mittelmarch, was surrounded by unseen enemies; Dorian had heard of the Chu Ku’tal sacking Jove and flying its own flag under the name of Moruliima, he believed the presence of undead was making its way into the city, and this business with Telamon’s visit to him in the night… something was very, very wrong.
Dorian stopped suddenly, eyeing a blackened stain on the floor. He stooped to examine it, and after a moment recoiled in disgust.
His suspicions were confirmed then; the taint of undeath had gotten within the walls, here in the very cellar of Cedric’s Inn. Dorian grimaced, his teeth flashing white in the darkeness. Zigler was behind this somehow; first with Nichtmar being carted out after a ghoulish appearance, now with black lich blood in the basement… Zigler had to be found and dealt with. Maybe Dorian could stop this before it got out of control.
He glanced down at the Bands on his wrist again. They hadn’t been a bother since Shatar’s assassination; he had had no assignments since then. Still, they were a nuisance and ought to be rid of. He felt Carneth would be able to help him in this.
But they would have to wait. Zigler had to be found first, before whatever plan he was enacting would be complete. Dorian resumed pacing as he thought of when he would strike.
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Post by Carneth on Dec 14, 2009 18:22:04 GMT -5
Carneth glanced up at Jed's question, then answered slowly: "Ye know Jhed... I don' know. 'e moved off a bit ago, an' I thought he was headin' fer the basement t' grab some more supplies since Zig isn' here an' all..." He looked around again, then finished resolutely, "but if'n he doesn' show up soon, I'll be goin' off t' find 'im." He picked up his rag again and returned to his work.
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Post by Stubbie on Dec 15, 2009 22:32:52 GMT -5
Finishing cleaning up and preparing for the next day, Jed looked at Carneth and nodded over to one of the empty rooms that had been added. To him, room and board was presumably provided for his helping run the place. Without waiting on an answer, he went into the room and immediately collapsed into an unconscious heap on the bed.
The next day he emerged and set up the small stage area Zigler had used for his performances. After the crowd had gathered to a fair size, yet was still maintainable by just Carneth, Jherdar climbed the stage and blew a long loud whistle; signaling a show was about to begin.
"'Ello an g'evenin to one an' all. We thank ye kindly for yer business an' hope things are pickin' up for ever'one. T'nite Ah would like ta share a story or two with ye. Ever'one intarested, jus scootch yer stool closa, grab a spare drink an listen up.
'Ah hear stories 'bout demons livin' among us here in Mittelmarch an' how a few of'em are actually out-standin' members o' society. Now 'Ah been hearin' tales o'how demons are behind what's happenin wid' thes undead attacks we're all hearin' bout..."
He sits and repeats several tales he'd heard about town of the undead attacks and embellishes a few, keeping the audience involved. When he was needed to keep the place running, he'd allow a patron to take the stool and continue the tales. Always, though, he kept the tone high strung and occasionally pushing the impression that a demon was somehow involved.
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Post by Stubbie on Dec 15, 2009 23:09:04 GMT -5
After the place really filled with patrons and they were settled into stools and drinks alike, Jherdar took back to the stage.
"Gentlemen and Ladies, Ah got a special story ta tell. Lemme tell ya 'bout back home, wher' I was before da mist went an' found meh. We Bloody-Caps live on a group of islands out in the Miarnnic Ocean. We'd plunda and pillage da coasts 'fore our Weathered Isles had nothin ta eat of their own! Ever' so often we'd go ashore an' we'd hear tale of a Demon Dactyle...wuz dat? Why dun interupt meh! .... anyway, dem's a winged demon creatura. Taller'en any man an' four times as strong an' could wield magic sronger'en any elven wizard. Anyway, ever' half century of so, we'd be out an' hear the call o' da awakened Dactyle. Dey'd call fer a retrobution agains' all the "good" races. Those bein' humans an elves. Wanted all of'em killed dead. They'd raise armies against da other race's. Us Bloody-Caps would be da brains, stikin Goblins woul' make good fodder, even Giants would arrive ta add a large bit'o brawn to da mix."
With near every pair of eyes in the Inn being on him, Jherdar's voice got progressively lower, then suddenly jumped to near a shout as he jumped off his stool and stood
"Dactyles could even raise the dead! If'n not enough goobo's or dwarves arrived ta follow his schem', then they'd jus work der foulest magic an' raise'em up a battalion or two o' skele's ta do their biddin. Now mos' wouldn't be among da undead, we'd turn from da Dactyle and go back home if'en he'd bring'em about whilez we was around...but meh, I found the decomposed smell'd better'en da Goblins! bwauaha."
Noticing a few shifted eyed stares among the audience, he quickly added
"'Ehy now, our own King Gron not with-standin. He's a far different sort of gobbo'en Ah'm used ta dealin with. But dis is mah point. Sure'en Ah sit here, der is a demon in these parts dat ain't far from a Dactyle. Maybah they are dark'en work from da shadows or maybah they is smart an work magics dat let'em manipulate from afar. Perhaps'en they can move place ta place undetected or never gotta walk there at'all!
Ah'm ta thinkin the goodly folk of Mittelmarch shouldn't be standin fer their kin bein killed by their kin dead before'em! Find da stinkin beast causin all da trouble an' really show'em who has da powa in MM!"
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Post by ziglerrobertson on Feb 15, 2010 20:05:22 GMT -5
Zigler, avoiding all the troubles and hassles involving the newfound persecution of demons in Mittelmarch. Is lounging around Madam Lucienda's for the winter, for the snow is cold, but the ladies are warm. And there is always space in the beds.
He's left both Storm and Jed in charge of the Inn, Carneth and Dorian working under them/acting as leashes in case they get too out of hand.
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Post by Baethor on Feb 20, 2010 0:50:19 GMT -5
The dwarf stomps his way into the bar, covered in dirt and grime from working on the walls and other more secret projects, grinning from ear to ear as he see's his dwarven brethren sitting in their usual place.
"Oi! Zigler! Gimme a mug o' tillmen, been workin so much on these walls, feels like a year since i had a good drink in me!"
The dwarf laugh heartily and walks up to the bar, reaching over it to grasp ziglers forearm in greeting.
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Post by Carneth on Feb 20, 2010 13:52:44 GMT -5
Carneth looked up as Baethor stomped in and, after delivering the beers he was already holding, quickly moved to get the venerable dwarf's drink. He figured that Zigler would rather talk than fetch a brew. After all, it wasn't every day that Baethor came into Cedric's.
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Post by Baethor on Feb 21, 2010 13:27:14 GMT -5
the old dwarf looked to carneth and took the drink with a hearty laugh and gave carneth a smack on the shoulder
Ahh! Thankee brother, better keepem comin' though. S'been a long week gettin these walls back in shape.
Baethor turns back in time for a wet cloth to smack into his face, zigler chuckles as Baethor uses it to clean the dirt and grime from his face, before taking a deep draught of the cool beer.
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Post by ziglerrobertson on Mar 8, 2010 2:46:35 GMT -5
Picking up the used cloth, Zigler tosses it into the fire where it promptly disappears in a flash and a puff of oily smoke.
"Laddie," says the dwarf," 'tis been along time gone since I be seein' ya last. Plenty o' things have been happenin' round hear, but none of them more important than this beer!" So saying Zigler upends his own mug and drinks deep, trickles of dark, honey scented liquid cascade down the sides of his beard.
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Post by ziglerrobertson on Apr 7, 2010 15:01:09 GMT -5
Several weeks had past since Baethors reemergence at Cedrics and the afternoon was proceeding slowly, only a few patrons in the place when Storm and another individual in similar garb walk in and approach the bar.
Zigler is delighted to see Aki's return and prepares a couple mugs for the samurai and his new friend as the two of them tell the dwarf about their problems.
"So ye's want ta rescue an elvish princess eh Aki?" asks the Inn Keeper. Zigler had spied the Lady Elestrine from a distance, an odd feeling in the back of his mind had kept him away from her and here white steed however. In addition to that was Zigler's normal distaste for 'nobles' in general. Ever since he had killed his own 'lord' the half dwarf could care less about their 'elitist' fates. According to the stories Zigler's heard from others in Mittelmarch however, this 'Lady' Elestrine seemed to be cut from a slightly different cloth.
Strom nods his response, "I know not what this journey will entail. But we shall rescue the Lady Elestrine or die in the attempt..." he then begins listing numerous reasons for why Zigler should accompany them.
Dropping the rag and holding up his hand the dwarf interrupts the samurai, "Laddie, ye need say no more, it sounds like a bit o' fun and ye'll be needin' someone along ta make sure ya'll don't get too full of yerselves. 'sides, who else but an Inn Keeper would know how to cook ye a decent meal!" Zigler laughs. "Of course I'll go with ya Aki, if nothing else I could use the exercise....and I'm not the only one." says the Inn Keeper with a wink.
Jumping over the bar Zigler shouts, "JED!, CARNETH! Keep an eye on the place for me!" as the Inn Keeper runs upstairs to retrieve his gear. Grabbing his weapons and armor the dwarf dresses and packs a small bundle in a flash. Being sure to put the mystic green cube and some Royal Tillman at the top of the pack. As he dashes back downstairs, "And make sure that damn hobbit pays his tab!" Carneth and Jed accept their orders with a grin as Zigler looks to his traveling companions.
"Laddies, follow me ou'back. I've got a lil' surprise fer us that'll make our journeyin' quicker."
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