phrostphyre
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Post by phrostphyre on Sept 14, 2010 13:21:23 GMT -5
"As ready as I'll ever be." Convel squatted down and took the handle of his sgian dubh and used it to cut the leather thong, the replaced it in it's sheath. He took his sword belt from Daran and buckled it around his waist, then took his targe and fastened the straps to his arm. Drawing his sword, he touched the blade to his forehead, and spoke in Gaelic. It was prayer to guide the spirits of those who would die to the Otherworld, and to forgive him for ending their lives. Dropping the point of the blade down, Convel gripped the sword tighter. His knuckles turned white as he sought the place in him that would allow him to lose control.
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Mali
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Post by Mali on Sept 17, 2010 14:39:03 GMT -5
Mali was getting a little more comfortable now that Kunna was allowed to stay with her. She didn't mind staying in a cage, though it would only prove Wrex had kidnapped her, but the room sounded much nicer. Wrex seemed to be up to something, she knew that he was hiding something. There was a reason he had separated her from Kunna, locked her in a cage and kidnapped her. Getting to know her wasn't his only objective.
"People have told me that as well, but they still can't figure out how it did happen. I don't care though, it did happen, that's all that matters." She still didn't like it when people told her that Kunna doesn't belong to her. He hatched for her, right in her hands. He belongs to and with her. Kunnandi agreed with her, nodding his head.
"You haven't said anything about yourself mister . . . ?" he hadn't even stated his name yet.
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Kite
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Post by Kite on Sept 25, 2010 22:43:55 GMT -5
*Wrex raises his hands slowly, catching her disgust at the question through her answer. He could truly care less if she had a dragon. All it was, to him, was an oddity and something to talk about. He smiles at her sort of sheepishly, and speaks softly*
I meant no offense. I just wondered is all. I think it must be wonderful to be partnered with a dragon, be the partner werecat or otherwise.
*She states that Wrex hadn't really said anything about himself, and speaks again.*
Well, I forget my manners. My name is Wrex. What else would you like to know?
*As he finishes his question and takes a drink, a knock comes at the door, and Wrex tells them to enter. A servant dressed extremely well comes in and announces his purpose.*
Sir, one Malarian Vorandeer is here with the bounty.
*Wrex smiles happily and nods*
Well, please, bring Mr. Vorandeer in. I would like to see this.
*The servant bows and leaves the room, and Wrex turns back to Mali, awaiting her questions.*
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*Daran sighed as Convel chose that moment to cut the straps and gear up. It was as good a time as any, Daran thought, but they could have probably been in the room with Wrex before he had done so, and then it would be just easy sailing from there on. But it wasn't meant to be. As Convel started gearing up, Daran held his knife ready to throw when the man came back out. If he got it off quick enough, he could keep the door from being closed by a frightened servant.
The servant came quickly through the door, not really looking until he was all the way through. He started to speak, but cut himself off as he looked up.*
Wrex will... OH SHIT!
*At "Oh", Daran hurls the knife at the man, but fails to stop him from closing the door despite hitting the man in the hip. Daran sighs and walks towards the door, but as he is about to yank it open, he hears a loud clanging sound and a bell. Daran yanks hard on the door, but it will not budge for him.
He looks back at Convel and then looks at the door and sighs, speaking softly while gathering his power.*
Well, this is annoying.... Togira!
*A deafening creak fills the room as the bindings of the door become crippled, and Daran just negligently kicks the door in, having it crash down to the crippled servant. Daran deliberately walks over the door and through, into the hall and draws his Kreigsmesser. Ahead of him is a guard and Daran can hear shouts coming from down the hall as more are coming. He looks back to Convel.*
Come on then.
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*A bell rings throughout the house and Wrex looks up, frozen for a second before cursing. He waves opens the door and orders a servant in before re-entering.*
Mali, this man will escort you. Someone is attacking the house, probably the bounty hunter, and this man will take you to a safer place. Please follow him.
*Wrex smiles reassuringly at her and the servant bows, before Wrex moves over to the wall and hits it hard, popping off a section of it to reveal a large sword, not large enough to be a two-hander, but pretty large. He hefts it skillfully then turns around.*
Please follow him, Mali. They will keep you safe.
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phrostphyre
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Post by phrostphyre on Sept 26, 2010 16:03:10 GMT -5
Convel moved after Daran with the grace of a wolf. The sword went first, then the body. He stepped beside Daran and put his shield up. A guard wearing the emblem of the owner of this place and the arms of his mercenary company rounded the corner. Convel moved forward, his shield at the ready and his sword up. The guard had a spear. He thrust forward, hoping to catch Convel on it, only to have it deflected by Convel's sheild. Using the time the man needed to bring it back for another thrust, Convel rushed, cutting the spear off at the middle, leaving the guard weaponless save for a dagger he brought out. Convel stabbed with his sword, hitting chain mail. It stopped the blade of his sword only for a moment before giving way to a shirt, then taut stomach skin. The blade emerged from the man's back, slick with the hot grease of blood, before being pulled back. He fell with a thump.
"That's one down and several dozen tae go. Damn, I hear more." The thud of running boots echoed down the hall, and Convel moved to meet the threat.
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Mali
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Post by Mali on Sept 27, 2010 6:11:01 GMT -5
She looked at him the entire time as if he were some murderer. She knew it wasn’t right, but she also knew she couldn’t trust him. It was hard to continue the conversation with him, as he was keeping her here against her will. As a knock came to the door, Mali hid herself from the servant, feeling threatened that some bounty hunter would be coming inside the room. She didn’t like the idea of meeting a bounty hunter. Mali looked back to Wrex as he waited for her questions. ”You’re a bounty hunter as well? Is that what I am being kept here for? Property you would pay to receive custody of?” her lip trembled to think that there could have been some kind of bounty on her head. Bounties were usually given to bad people and criminals. She was neither of the two. Little did she know that he was a bounty collector and any female werecat had one of his bounties on their heads.
Alarms started to sound and Mali’s arms tightened around Kunna. He growled and looked about the room, the sound of the alarms affecting his ears. Being connected to Kunna meant that she also felt the pain that he was feeling and had to admit that it wasn’t pleasant. The building was under attack? Well wasn’t that just great. Wrex got up to get his weapon when he told her to go with the servant. How could she be guaranteed he wouldn’t hurt her? There was nothing that anyone could tell her that would ever make her think she was safe in this place. If you were kept against your will, obviously the place isn’t that friendly.
Nodding her head, she waited for him to leave before following the servant. Since he was walking ahead of her, she gently placed Kunna down, whom, crawled down a dark hallway while she shifted forms. The bones stretched and changed to leave a silent black cat following Kunna towards the fighting. Standing in the great entrance room, on one of the high viewing ledges, Mali and Kunna watched what was going on. So far, they couldn’t see much. But as she heard the voices of the intruders, she was torn. It was Convel. Convel, her friend who had kidnapped her, is here. Why was he here? Was he going to take her back to the empire? She despised the thought of him taking her back. She never wanted to go back to the Empire for fear of what Galbatorix will do to her.
But she was torn because she knew that Convel would help her no matter what. It was confusing because he was her enemy but he didn’t want to be. Feeling the greater need to be saved, she meowed loud into the room, Kunna obvious and visible beside her. ”Convel! she pleaded in his mind. This had to be a rescue mission, right?
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