RPG The Taste Of Night

[Deedlit]

[color=009966][i]Elsyan's head snapped up with a jerk. She looked out the window and noticed that it was morning. She cursed to herself angrily. She must've dozed off--probably because she didn't get any sleep the night before--when she came down here last night to get something to eat. She rubbed her eyes and clutched her staff, reassuring herself that she still had it. She looked around the common room; business was better today and more people were there. She stood up and was heading towards the stairs when she felt a hot wave of air come down the stairs. [/i]

Elsyan: "What the...?"

[i]Elsyan curiously walked up the stairs to see what was causing the immense heat. She saw two people near the end of the hall talking. One of them looked like he was a priest, so the heat or fire or whatever was in there must have something to do with his studies or meditation. The heat was becoming unbearably hot, and Elsyan thought better of staying up there. She turned back around and walked back downstairs. The heat, however, continued to crawl its way to the common room until it was nearly as hot as it was upstairs. Elsyan decided to take a walk outside for a while. She opened the door of The Post and walked out into the cool refreshing air.[/i][/color]

[PiroMunkie]

[size=1][color=indigo][i]Töd sat somewhat calmly at the edge of the bed. Though his hands were strangling the frame. He was not joking when he said he would have killed that man who tried to take his book. His only question would have been how to go about doing it. His eyes darted blankly to the ground as if something caught his attention as his mind swelled with thought. He froze for a moment like this, then blinked slowly as if he shook his head "no" to something. He lowered his head, but it still seemed as if something had his attention. He murmured a soft curse under his breath. It was still again, but Töd's body strained suddenly as he shot off of the bed and reached under grabbing the book only proceeding to hurl it across the room...[/i]

[b]Töd:[/b] Shut the **** up!!!!!

[i]The book hit the opposite wall with a slight thud as it then fell to the ground and open to the second of the four pages where he had something marked. A quick look of terror snapped onto his face as he dashed across the floor and slid on his knees to the book closing it as fast as he possibly could. He tucked it under his arms and walked with a stride back to the bed. He placed the black book on his lap looking at it intensely...[/i]

[b]Töd:[/b] No... NO! He is not there!!!

[i]He opened the book to his marked spot and jabbed his finger down onto his the spot he was referring to.[/i]

[b]Töd:[/b] SEE!?! That is [i]exactly[/i] where I was earlier! That is where he lives! I waited there all day and he was not there!! He has to be somewhere else! ...

[i]A second or two passed and Töd shouted some more curses slamming the book shut and pulling his bag out from beneath his bed. He forced the book in violently, pulled the drawstrings, tied it shut, and threw it to the ground.[/i]

[b]Töd:[/b] ... *sigh* I need a drink...

[i]With that, he picked up the bag and slung it over his shoulder; then walking calmly out of the room...[/i][/color][/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The two beings collided halfway down the hall. Nepenthe leapt back, spear out and ready. Tød also went back, but didn't make a move to attack. She paused, and stood up straight.[/i]

Nepenthe: ...sorry.

Tød: Sure....were you going to attempt to fight me?

Nepenthe: It's nothing personall....those of the male gender have been bothering me lately....

Tød: I can see why.

[i]She looked at him, amused, and smiling. He wasn't afraid of death, that was for sure....[/i][/COLOR]

[liamc2]

The man before Athenos wilted and lay on the floor, making laboured raspy sounds. Athenos knelt down to help him and the heat vanished. The man wasn't in the least happy to see Athenos, not even when Athenos tried to help him.

Athenos backed off when the man took a lazy swipe at him.

'Back off....back off...ba...' The man lay still where he was.

Athenos leaned closer, listening intently for a heartbeat. There was one. He had merely fainted. Feeling much more at ease, Athenos made his way down the staircase and our of the post, ignoring offers for breakfast from a shady looking dealer.

'Fieleth!' Athenos whistled while walking around.

'Who's Fieleth?' The feminine voice behind him said.

Athenos faced the voice as Fieleth trotted up beside him.

'This,' he said, 'is Fieleth.

The woman, elven from the ears and the fresh forest smell, wandered over to Fieleth and patted his mane softly.

'Impressive horse for a human priest, aren't you supposed to be riding a donkey or something?'

Athenos raised an eyebrow. 'Priest? What do you mean?'

The elf motioned to his garb and bald head.

'Ah,' said Athenos, 'I see. Well then, I'd like to inform you I am not. I am Athenos of the Desert people you refer to as the Azracs and I'm pleased to make your acquaintance miss..?'

'Elsyan'

Athenos smiled warmly and put out his hand.

'Pleased to meet you Miss Elsyan.'

The elf eyed his hand warily, the intense heat still on her mind. The stirring memories of legends of the Azra peoples didn't bode well either...

Athenos shrugged and dropped his hand, busying himself with the stirrups on Fielith.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Kinrade looked around in blithe amusement. As usual, his company was deserting him like rats off a burning ship that also happened to be full of water and lead. As usual, he didn't really care.

He spent a good fifteen minutes longer on his own, rumbling ominously at any who came to close.

After induldging in a light doze, during which he kept his hand on battle axe, he rose from the water, absently wondering exactly how it was kept hot. Not really a minotaurish concern, he thought wryly. Outside influences had changed him. Oh, to be certain, they were to the better, but Kinrade absently wondered if he would really be happy in a normal minotaur society.

He donned his leather pants, ignoring the strange looks. He'd heard it mused quite often as to exactly why a minotaur wore clothing, but he did out of habit. It also allowed for hidden weapons, but that was irrelevant.

He returned to the common room, mingling freely with the other patrons. They'd been completely unconcered about the killings earlier, and nobody was really willing to have the Post closed down.

Kinrade talked for maybe an hour, before returning to his room. On the way in, he saw the human thief, coming down the stairs. He flushed slightly, and Kinrade sighed. He strode over, grabbed him by the neck, and pinned him to the wall, his feet dangling above it.[/I]

Kinrade: Why don't you give it back?

Ben: Ah...sure. Give me a moment.

[I]Ben reached down into a pocket, and pulled out a small bit of folded paper. To all appearances, he accidently dropped it, but when it hit the ground, it exploded in bright light. A portable flash bomb. Instinctively, Kinrade dropped back into a guarding stance. He heard the soft sound of footsteps, as Ben bolted. A bit of shouting, a few curses, and a loud thump.

When his vision cleared, Ben was lying flat out on the floor. Lacroix stood above him, still extended from a palm strike to the head. He slowly settled back into stance, smiling grimly. He bent down, and went through the thief's pockets. A threw random pouches to random customers, it seemed, but got it right every time anyway. How he knew was anyone's guess.[/I]

Lacroix: Yours, Kinrade. And this would be that Azracs.

Kinrade: He's not a very good thief, is he now.

Lacroix: Oh, he's all right. He just made the mistake that I was actually able to be affected by minor magic. Let's see....a few minor possessions from the Icari, something that I believe belonged to the Weretiger.

[I]Kinrade lifted an eyebrow. This guy was asking for trouble. Lacroix got one of the gnomes, always eager to help, to return the possessions to the various rooms, along with a stern warning to indulge in exploration later, no matter the scientific integrity at stake. The little creature sighed, but agreed.

Kinrade was distracted by a dwarf behind him who wanted to know just how much a minotaur could drink. Kinrade looked down at him a moment, and took him up.

A few minutes later, Kinrade returned to the bar, not in the least bit intoxicated. The dwarf was snoring loudly. Lacroix was talking quietly to another man. He looked somewhat...unsettled. His strange eyes marked him as likely vampyric, or perhaps a species of shapeshifter. Kinrade sat down beside him, and motioned for another drink.[/font][/color][/I]

[Deedlit]

[color=009966][i]Elsyan still eyed the man strangely as he began tightening the stirrups on his horse. She sighed deeply then walked over to Athenos. [/i]

Elsyan: "I'm sorry that I was rude. It's just that I've been too suspicious of everyone lately."

[i]Athenos shrugged.[/i]

Athenos: "It's alright.

[i]Elsyan walked over to Fielith and stroked his neck.[/i]

Elsyan: "Is it true what people say? About the Azra being the best horse breeders?"[/color]

[Jesus Chicken]

[I]Ben woke up that afternoon. His head aching from a blow he had recieved from Lacriox. Hmm. This must have been one of those off weeks he though to himself. Luckily he still had some of the jewels and gold he had taken more time to hide carefully in his room.

He rose from his bed, and walked down the stairs, recieving angry looks from a few customers. Some laughed at him, to which he returned the smile, and one, welcomed him over. It was the minotaur.[/I]

Kinrade: Yes, I thought you woulnd't take too much longer to awake. Lacriox packs quite a blow though. So I strongly suggest you don't attempt to steal from him anymore.

Ben: I'll have to take that on board.

[I]Ben sat there for a moment, wondering what to do. When a familiar face strolled on through the doors. It was Jenna![/I]

Ben: Excuse me for a moment.

Kinrade: Nature calls, in one way or another...

[I]Ben just smiled back at the minotaur, and walked away from the table and over to the girl he had grown up with. He embraced her, smelling her long red hair.[/I]

Ben: This was one place I wasn't expecting to run into anyone I knew.

Jenna: Yes I was suspect of the same thoughts.

Ben: You want a drink or anything? Here, sit down.

[I]The two walked over to the bar, and both ordered. Then they preceded to a table by the fire place. Not currently burning.[/I]

Ben: So how have you been keeping?

Jenna: Well, very. I have become a blademaiden. My longsword has been all I have needed to survive since I left two years ago.

Ben: Taking the path of honour, I see.

Jenna: Yes, I chose the opposite path to that of you.

Ben: 'tis true. But lately, things haven't been going to well at all sadly.

Jenna: Everyone knows you too well?

Ben: (laughing) Yeah, something like that. So how long are you here for?

Jenna: That all depends...

Ben: On what, might I ask?

[I]Jenna looked him over. Then leaned over the table, and kissed him.[/I]

Jenna: Three guesses...

Ben: What's that suppossed to mean?

[I]With that, Jenna got up and headed towards the baths. Ben looked around, and noticed that Kinrade was chuckling loudly.[/I]

Ben: What?

[liamc2]

Athenos smiled.

'If that is what people say, then what people say is true. Our horses have the finest and most pure bloodlines that can be obtained.' Athenos patted Fieleth, who nudged him softly back. 'Which leaves you with a highly intelligent breed of horses that run faster than the wind itself...'

Fieleth whinnied his approval and pawed the ground

Elysan laughed softly and patted Fieleth's neck again.

'May I ask where I can purchase one of these magnificant creatures?'

Athenos exhaled, thinking.

'About a week and a half travelling north east will bring you to the desert. A half a week later travelling through the desert and you should reach my people. There you can purchase a fine steed if you are deemed pure.'

'Oh..'

Athenos chuckled,

'From your countenance it seems you are running away from something and not exactly willing to go that far out of the way for a means of escape.'

Elysan nodded slowly,

'You could say that...you could say that...'

Athenos finished checking the saddle bags on Fieleth. He took another glance at Elysan. She was rocking on the heels of her feet, her eyes seemed only interested in the dust at her feet. Athenos sighed. This conversation was not going to be ended anytime soon.

'Elysan,' he said brightly, 'would you care to ride Fieleth?' Fieleth snorted, 'that is to say if Fieleth himself doesn't mind.'

[Talon]

[color=teal][i]Siren had fallen asleep during the tired repast from their living feast. Flare, with no resignations whatsoever, carried the vampyre back to the post. He cared nothing for the looks the patrons gave him, but they indeed cared for the growl he gave them in return. Lacroix appeared, showing Flare which room was Siren's and noticed a mark on his wrist.[/i]

[b]Lacroix:[/b]You were a gladiator for the Tyndarus Knight Arena? When?

[b]Flare:[/b]I shall explain that part of my past when I place this beauty in her bed comfortably.

[i]Flare went to her doorway, placing her in her bed, and, on a whim, reverting for a second to kiss her forehead. He sighed, knowing the near-heartlessness of the Icaran race to be renowned. Sincerely, he hoped this individual was off from the rest of her kith. She deserved love, if anyone did. He sighed and returned to his natural form, returning at once to Lacroix's table. Lacroix brought out a bottle of good dwarven spirits, bringing more of Flare's past into light.[/i]

[b]Lacroix:[/b]Tell me again, why do you have that mark on your wrist?

[b]Flare:[/b]A while ago, I came upon the Isle of Tyndarus, famous for its knightly training and hardened warriors. I had tracked my father there, but I lost the trail. I knew he was in the higher-ups of the island's nobles, but the only way I could get close was in the battle arena. I gave myself in to a life of slavery....to my own father. he never knew I was his own son until after I won eight-hundred battles, when a fight against the dark elf Drizzt Do'Urden made me transform. At once, my father dropped ownership of me and fled. I picked up his scent and tracked him to the mainland, where I overheard him in a tavern, speaking of "returning to The Post" and "destroying the drow's livelihood", and last of all, he spoke of a pair of valuable scimitars he would do anything to get.

[b]Lacroix:[/b]So he wants my blades, does he? And Drizzt Do'Urden...I haven't heard that name in a while. If Drizzt came anywhere near your father, it must have been because your father wanted those bracers.

[b]Flare:[/b]Bracers?

[b]Lacroix:[/b]The gauntlets that make Drizzt's hands faster than lightning. Your father appears to be collecting magical items, but there is no reason why. We must find out soon. I don't want aan entire army knocking down my home.

[i]Kinrade walked over, joining in with a now-hushed conversation with the tiger and the drow. Plans began to formuate about what to do in case of an attack by Flare's father...[/color][/i]

[The Harlequin]

[color=crimson][font=gothic]OOC: Lacroix is a human, just out of curiousity. Well, he was born human. He's a mix of a hell of a lot by now. But that's history. And what the hell would Drizzt be doing in an arena? He wouldn't fight for a reason like that...

[I]Lacroix wasn't overly concerned. Jumping an army into a room full of half drunk, pissed off mercenaries was a bad thing to do. And Lacroix had enough magical defenses set up that there was no way anybody could teleport within five miles of the place. So they could defend from the walls. Which were basically impregnable.

And if it came down to it, he was quite confident of simply picking up his scimitars, going out there, and taking on the whole damn army by himself. Kinrade wasn't sure which way the battle would go.

Lacroix had a store of siege defences, mundane and magical. Several of the gnomes offered their own expertise in technical matters, and a wizard out of Knole offered to supply blastglobes. Lacroix chuckled evilly. Now he wanted to be attacked. It wouldn't be a first, either.

Several armies had laid waste to the surrounding countryside, before breaking like a tide onto the post. And like the tide, they had had no choice but to receed. Lacroix was quite willing to allow them to take their time doing it as well.

Lacroix sent one of the gnomes off into the larder. He wanted to know how many years he could hold out should the situation become neccessary. He left Kinrade and Flare to discuss nasty tricks learnt in their respective gladiator arenas, while he went off to renew some connections with various creatures, from even more diverse planes.

If Flare's father, or any other army, made the mistake of attacking, he'd have opened his mouth to find hell pouring down it.[/I]

OOC: Yes, we will have ourselves a nice long siege to deal with. And yes, it will be a hell of a lot of fun.[/font][/color]

[Talon]

[color=teal]OOC: As I mentioned, or should have made more clear, Drizzt was forced to. If he lost, he'd lose the bracers. If he won, Flare would lose his life. When Flare transformed, High-and-Mighty Kenrilon hightailed it and Drizzt and Flare called it off. Now, damnit, you made me reveal PART of one of my twists.
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[i]Flare grinned, hearing a march on the way. He heard a familiar shout shred the air, felt the readying of axes, swords, and glaives. He stood, knowing the army was not very far off, but still to far to stand against The Post for a few days. Lacroix returned to the room, a familiar grin on his face. Nepenthe walked in the room, spying the preparations of the three warriors and Lacroix's grin.[/i]

[b]Nepenth:[/b]We're about to have a battle, aren't we?

[b]Flare:[/b]Yes, how did you guess?

[b]Nepenth:[/b]He's smiling. That's never a good thing.

[i]Flare grinned again, his hunger returning in a wave of nauseating, yet invigorating emotion. He pulled out his trusted longsword, though in his lycanthropic form it was a mere short sword. He licked his blade, drawing his own blood. Yes. He was hungry indeed.[/i][/color]

[Raiha]

[cOLOR=royalblue][i]She sat down easily and crossed her legs. With a smooth movement, she slid her robe to one side, exposing pale white skin. Flare watched her moving......half interested. She smiled at him and her eyes half shut...[/i]

Nepenthe: It's not polite to stare.

Flare: .......

Nepenthe: Hmmm.

[i]She smiled and leaned back. The glass of wine she had left was still standing, and judging by the smell, it was still good. She drank it in one gulp, and tested the stem.[/i][/COLOr]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]At another table, Kinrade watched with amusement. Nepenthe seemed somewhat...unassailable. And from the look of things, Flare hadn't noticed that. The resulting conflagration would certainly be interesting, but Kinrade had other concerned. He beckoned Lacroix, who came over.

He seated himself, helping himself to a glass of wine.[/I]

Lacroix: Alright then....assorted demons, sprite, elementals and various other outsiders placated, bribed, coerced or lured into an alliance. Or at least into slaughtering anyone who comes too close.

Kinrade: If we're unassailable, why the preparations?

Lacroix: I've been assulted five times in the past. On each of those occasions, the war was settled without a casualty on my side. Thus, I have somewhat of a reputation to maintain....

[I]The was a moment of silence, before Kinrade let out a roaring laugh that drew attention from the entire common room. Through the sudden silence, he spoke heartily.[/I]

Kinrade: Whatever you reckon. You could have a thousand casualties, and hearsay would bring it down to a single scratch.

Lacroix: So what do you think no casualties would do?[/font][/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The only sorceress in attendance sipped her wine lazily and looked at him sideways.[/i]

Nepenthe: It would make you look like a military genius...and everyone else like a fool.

[i]He smiled broadly and clapped his hands.[/i]

Lacroix: Exactly. Besides, any of you should be able to boast of aiding me in my victory.

Nepenthe/Siren: Your victory......huh. Sure.[/COLOR]

[liamc2]

OOC: *falls over* Siege? BWA?

I'm confused....-.-;

*bangs head on table*

Physics must have absorbed my mind...blasted scientific notation for numbers that don't exist...decahelowhat now?
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[The Harlequin]

[color=crimson][font=gothic]OOC: Quick explanation: Flare's father has decided to take a bash at us. Quicker explanation: Go with it.

IC: Lacroix: Oh course. Certainly none of this would have been possible without me.

Nepenthe: And wouldn't we all be better off for it.

Lacroix: Oh come now. This isn't the time for animosity.

Nepenthe: It's always time for animosity!

Lacroix/Kinrade: Right...

Siren: What brought that on?

Nepenthe: ....animosity....

[I]Kinrade shook his head. Lacroix sighed. Siren covered her eyes and mock wept. Nepenthe looked around a bit, then did all three.[/font][/color][/I]

[liamc2]

OOC: rightio
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A burning arrow pierced the dust at Athenos's feet. Fieleth reared, barely dodging an arrow himself. Elysan clung to his neck as the horse raced round. Athenos fell back, watching Fieleth as he took Elysan back a safe distance. Soon they'd be safely back at the Post.

The scouting party in front pulled more arrows into their bows warily. Even more warily than before after that arrow exploded into flame...

Athenos raised his two empty hands.

'I am unarmed. I do not want any of your quarrel...' he muttered.

One of the swordsmen nudged the other and muttered,

'Don't priests carry tax gold?'

Two arrows pelted towards Athenos's heart, but they fell to ashes as they reached him.

The archers blinked. They must have missed...

Athenos folded his fingers in an intricate pattern before steepling them. A spark appeared in the shadow of his palms. Fire roared out, scorching the air and wilting the foilage.

The metal armour of the scouts clanged to the ground, smoking.

[Sere Tuscumbia]

Serenity pulled on a small, tight-fitting crimson dress, and picked up her sandals before she stood, hoping that the man in the bed wouldn't wake. He was spry, and good looking, but dumber than a post, and terribly spoiled.

Serenity slipped over to the dresser, and started sifting through the several expensive items arranged there. After a minute or two, she frowned and turned away, heading for the door. Another potential stone bearer crossed off her list.

The man grunted once, and Serenity froze. But the man just turned over and flopped his arm across the bed. Serenity smiled in relief, then, reaching the door, pulled her sandals on, and reached for the doorknob, mockingly saluting to the man asleep in bed.

Another groan, and Serenity froze again. Then, "Where do you think you're going?"

Serenity stiffened, and dropped her arm from the handle. Turning, she put on the sweetest smile she could. "I'm leaving. A girl's got business to deal with, you know."

She turned away, but by then the man had sprung up, and grabbed her wrist, pulling her roughly toward him. He shook her once, then threw her towards the bed. She hit the end, and crumpled to the floor, looking at the man with murder in her eyes. "You don't go until I tell you to go, and," the man took a step toward Serenity, "you're not going for a good long while."

If anyone had been standing in the hall at that moment, then they would have gotten a surprise as one door suddenly bowed outward, then retracted as someone groaned and fell to the floor.

Serenity smiled, and dusted off her hands, before returning to the dresser and sweeping everything into a pouch and pocketing it in the belt she had slung around her waist. That smile grew wicked as she strode toward the door, making sure to step on the man on the way over. She turned around, a fine powder in her hand, and blew it in the room. "Remember nothing," she said, then walked out the door.

Once outside, she sighed happily and stretched her arms toward the ceiling, content. There was trouble brewing in the air, and Serenity shivered at the mere thought of it. A broad smile on her face, she walked downstairs and into the main room, nodding in Nepenthe's direction, who returned the nod with half-closed eyes and a lazy smile.

Serenity laughed, and turned to Lacroix. "There's a battle foreseen on the horizon, isn't there?"

The old man nodded, chuckling, and Serenity turned away, wandering absentmindedly towards the stables.

A sudden explosion of pain, and Serenity faltered, but forced herself to walk out the door and slip around a corner before she sagged against the wall, wincing and rubbing her right temple. A summoning that powerful could only be accomplished by one of her clan members, and Serenity stiffened as she traced the summon back to its source.

Elysan's ears twitched as a sudden sharp whistle reverberated through the air, and she turned to see an urgent Serenity, now in a more modest riding outfit, swing herself up on a steed very similar to Fieleth.

Serenity looked around, her dilated crimson eyes taking everything in around her in a panicked sort of way. She caught sight of Elysan, and trotted over, looking agitated. She stopped and turned away from the elf for a moment, before turning back and addressing both Elysan and Athenos. "Tell Lacroix that I'll be back." And then Serenity looked at them for a moment, and tenderly smiled. "Nall theyn, good strangers. I hope you find what you're looking for."

She clicked her tongue twice, and then she and her horse were gone.

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[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Serenity Chastity Evernight (prefers Ruby Chase)
[B]Race:[/B] Fire demon
[B]Age:[/B] 216
[B]Bio/History:[/B] (whee, summarizing) Ok, to make a long story short, Serenity's father was a wacko that wanted to "consume" a girl that was completely pure. So he picks Serenity, and raises her to the ripe 'ole age of 16. Serenity's mother finds out, and the father kills her, then turns on Serenity. A group of rogue demons rampages through the town, killing everyone, plundering stores, blah, blah, blah, but leave Serenity alive and take her with them. They rape and murder Serenity, and she rises again as a jeweled demon (a demon with a jewel as their core). As most demons go, Serenity turns into a real skank. Sleeps with the wrong guy one day, and so he gets all pissy (Serenity's clan killed his family), and starts hunting Serenity and her clan. Serenity was separated from everyone but her brother, a sapphire demon, and he was killed, thus turning him into a stone. Serenity is now on the lookout for her brother and the rest of her clan.
[B]Description:[/B] [URL=http://www.cc.rim.or.jp/~urara/cg/fss/fss08.html]Ruby at 16[/URL]
[B]Equipment:[/B] Twin katana-like blades dubbed "Darkbringers", barbed whip.
[B]Reason for being at The Post:[/B] After Serenity's clan brother was changed into a stone, Serenity has been looking for his sapphire heart. She has traced a potential stone-bearer to The Post, and will stop at nothing to see if they indeed have her brother's stone.[/SIZE]

[liamc2]

Athenos rubbed his palms together. The tingling sensation in them subsided. His desert robes fluttered as Serenity rode past. That was an Azrac bred horse. A fine one at that... He glanced over at Fieleth who pawed the ground at his gaze. He knew it too.

'Elysan. Pass on her message to Lacroix.' He said, glancing back at the path Serenity took. 'Fieleth and I have some questions to ask.'

Elysan dropped from Fieleth. Athenos smiled and leapt up to the saddle. Fieleth whinnied and vanished. The faint smell of sweet smelling ash hung in the air.

Elysan wandered back inside the Post.

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Athenos hunched down in the saddle as Fieleth dodged objects too blurred to be recognised. They rounded the army, too slow to be invisible, too swift to be more than a shadow.

Athenos carefully placed a hande on his chest. The pendant on the chain around his neck let a small spark run across his chest. He shivered slightly.

Something about Serenity did not bode well for him...he could feel it. But so many questions buzzed as her aura drew close...

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Nepenthe: What is the meaning of my existance...?

Siren: Get what you want, and dismemeber the men who get in your way.

Nepenthe: That's about right.

[i]The two women exchanged a playfull look, then burst out laughing again. Lacroix and Kinrade looked slightly ill. Not only was Nepenthe the very opposite of her sister, she also posessed not a tenth of Lethe's tact.[/i]

Lacroix: You're crude.

Nepenthe: You know you love it.[/COLOR]

[Jesus Chicken]

OOC: Meh, well I have no reputation to protect, and that makes it a hell of a lot easier for me to do whatever... Sorry bout that everyone.. Litlle mistake, easily rectified!

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Guess what Jack? That last post is going to mysteriously disappear. a) The army hasn't attacked yet, and b) they're outside these big slabs of rock that most of us call walls. And lastly....no one dies in this siege. I do, after all, have a reputation to protect. And it's not mine....[/font][/color]

[Talon]

[color=teal]OOC:*ignores Jack's post, continuing on from Raiha's last one*
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[i]Blaze sighed, disgusted. He walked from the group, grabbing a horse, transforming, and riding into his father;s camp, delivering a single ultimatum.[/i]

[b]Blaze:[/b]Father. You have one chance, now, to turn back.

[b]Artem:[/b]My "son".....how does it feel? It's time I tell you a story....then my answer.

[b]Blaze:[/b]Fine, but I'd better like your answer. Or I'll have a second dinner.

[b]Artem:[/b]Ahem....*gulp*.....

[b]Blaze:[/b]Begin!

[b]Artem:[/b]Yes, I raped your mother, an elf skilled in resurrecting stones from their natural demonic state. However, I caught her, naked, in the woods one day, reviving a sapphire found in the leafy ground. I had a desire for that gem, but it transformed into an unborn child, becoming one with her. That day, I asked her to marry me, but she denied. I raped her. Hours later, her battered and broken form crawled from the ave while I slept, and you were born. You're tiger-like powers were given you by the god of your new clan, but I needed your sapphire form. I could only retrieve that by killing you while you were full-demon, not this half-demon piece of crap that you are. There is your story. You are part elf, part tiger, part demon, and because of me, part human.

[b]Blaze:[/b]Reminds me of a girl at the pub I know.

[b]Artem:[/b]Yes, I know. She is the reason I need to destroy The Post, and the reaon I needed your jewel. To placate her! Now, without your dead and broken body in gem form, she will destroy me! The man that killed her brother!

[i]Blaze sat shocked, staring wildly at the man in front of him. Claws rippled from his paws, but he was too late. Artem was already out of the tent's door, running and barking final orders.[/i]

[b]Artem:[/b]take the tavern tonight! Take it now! Kill all inside! Leave none alive!

[i]Blaze growled, rushing back to The Post.[/i]

[b]Blaze:[/b]I hate that answer. Father, you will pay for this! YOU WILL PAY!!!!!
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OOC:Oh, yes, I'm good. Sere Tuscumbia gave me AMPLE fuel for my fire. Twisting two storylines into one.....is this not what you expected from me, Flynn?[/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Uh...which girl at the pub?[/COLOR]

[Talon]

[color=teal]Sere Tuscumbia can guess. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Trying to drive everyone completely nuts, but that's what i always do.[/color]