Fantasy Realms of Nymserine: Main Thread [[CLOSED]]

[BugDozer73]

Nadia sighed, feeling the sting of irritation. This fool was very confident. For a moment she almost found the moment ironic. "Well, I tried being nice."

Without any more hesitation, she threw out her left hand, her silver rope zipping forward and smashed several of the bottoms crates. As the pile began to crumble, she wondered if she would be bringing back a carcass or a damaged circus freak.

 

[Melon Bomb]

As the boxes came crashing down, Nezma waved goodbye and promptly threw himself backwards, disappearing into the plume of dust that kicked up from the debris. Without missing a beat, a massive blade point broke through the cloud at incredible speed, the chained dagger traveling alongside the length of rope as it made a path straight for her heart - if she attempted to dodge, she would find that like a vicious serpent, the knife would follow.

 

[BugDozer73]

Nadia didn't see him disappear into the cloud of debris. She didn't hear him land on her feet. She did however feel the blade careening towards her, every one of her warrior's instincts screaming. With only a moment to process the blade, she leaned to the right and felt her secret blade extend upwards, 6 inches of purified enchanted steel. She felt the sharpe blade running across her wrist blade with powerful force, the deflection sending sparks flying as the blade flew past her. She followed it back in shock before turning with a grim expression to the clown. With precision, she threw her hand out in an arc, releasing 3 blades at his body.

 

[Purize]

*~~~Oo Verity oO~~~*
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The bag of coins dropped heavily in her palm, and Verity's eyes practically popped out of her head. "Wow..." She tossed the bag into the air and caught it. "That will be fun to split up," she said with a smirk. That much gold would be enough to go off of for a while. She sat on the edge of the bed, returning her attention to the awkward pirate.

He looked around the room suspiciously, a frown forming on his face. She rose an eyebrow at his weird behavior, then at the mention of the brothel, she rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Well this place isn't that bad..." She paused. "A permanent residence?" Verity heard herself echo Roland's remark.

"What do you mean?" She asked, tilting her head. "If only been here for half a day and have already found something permanent?" She sounded a little dubious, but was willing to hear him out.
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*~~~Oo Tieve oO~~~*​

The Oracle looked down at her bowl of soup, mildly irritated that she'd gotten a bit of soup on her dress. Carefully, she began eating it again, lowering her eyes from Ali's startled gaze. "I had a vision," she said quietly. "I don't know what your plans were for the day, but it seems that visiting the Sultry Pearl is a good idea after all."

Well... maybe not a good idea. In fact, she could feel something ominous at the end of that path, but nonetheless it called to her. Perhaps it was inevitable. Quickly, she finished her soup, a little sad she couldn't sit and savor the flavor. When she was done, she took a last sip of water and looked at the Magi again. "Whenever you're ready then. Destiny doesn't like to be kept waiting."
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[BugDozer73]

Roland smiled at the girl and turned to the window, looking out into the streets. "There is an old abandoned guild hall that went down after Astra put them out of business. It seems like a good place, and I doubt anyone would notice us moving in: Its in a "quiet" neighborhood. "

Roland wondered if they might start their own guild. He had seen the poverty in the lower ring, and the people that needed help and got nothing. They needed someone to stand for them.

 

[Melon Bomb]

"Excellent parry," Nezma duly commented, mildly amused by her reflex as he withdrew his chain. Whatever the woman had used to defend herself, it didn't cave under his strike - enchanted metal? Or an armored scale of sorts, perhaps? Not that he had the leisure to ponder. As the sound of whistling knives reached his ears, he gasped in horror as all three embedded themselves in him, clutching his chest and staggering backwards from the blow.

"Hargh! Oh, you've got me!" he cried sarcastically. As he moved his arm away, the knives revealed themselves to have pierced only cloth, latched unnaturally to the chain mail underneath. "Just kidding."

He snapped his fingers and the blades clattered harmlessly against the cobblestone - with a winding sweep of his arm, a second chain emerged from his other sleeve and dragged across the floor, picking up the blades like magnets and sending them hurtling back at their owner at deadly speeds. A heavier weapon like an axe or a hammer would not have been possible to block, but objects with meager mass like knives and steel-tipped arrows he could brush off all day so long as he kept his wits about him.

A fervent smile hidden behind his mask, he dashed in after his counter with his blades drawn - all four of them.

 

[BugDozer73]

Nadia felt panic perk up as the knives fell harmlessly to the ground. But she wasn't out of tricks yet. That how he had crushed those knights. He could control metal. Her knives came back at her, and she leapt nimbly to the side, feeling the thud of their impact in three shakes on the crate. She rose to attack, but he was already on her. Almost instinctively, she drew her sword, and tried to block his attack.

 

[Melon Bomb]

Nezma's sword slammed into the blade and the hunter's kopesh snapped like a twig - undeterred, it continued its path straight for her throat. From the opposite angle, his other blade swung around the side and the two swords swiped against each other in a scissor-like motion. Regardless of a hit or miss, he stepped back and sinisterly twirled his blades. He did like to play, but he'd rather get to the good part sooner rather than later.

"Come now, surely you did not come here just to waste my time," Nezma said with a frown, aligning perfectly with his dissatisfied mask. "You said you were going to capture me so you best do it soon, or I will become impatient."

 

[BugDozer73]

Nadia felt her blade snap, and in one fluent motion he slashed her neck. She looked at him with shock in her eyes, her hands trembling as they rose to cup her now slit throat. She gurgled slightly, falling to her knees, but what began to leak between her fingers was not blood, rather sand. The entire form before Nezma broke apart into sand, and shifted across the ground.

Nadia, who had just barely had enough time to get out of the way of the demons blade, wasted no time in shoving the entire 6 inches of steel through the back of Nezma's calf, her other hand hitting the man hard in-between his shoulder blades with the intent to knock him down. Through gritted teeth, and the intent to dismantle the demon clown, she growled "Sorry to keep you waiting."

 

[Melon Bomb]

Nezma's leg instantly buckled as the metal sank in, and the rest of his body followed, collapsing to the floor as he was struck down. From the ground, he glanced up at Nadia through the slits of the mask - if he could give a satisfied nod he would've done so, though he'd need a few seconds to recover first. The wound throbbed with searing pain in his calf but his expression remained calm, in a way detached from his material vessel.

"Well, this is a problem," he said curtly, as four razor chains suddenly burst out from under his cloth and jabbed savagely at the bounty hunter.

 

[BugDozer73]

Nadia had only a second to react, and she felt the arid heat consume her. In a torrent of sand, she darted to the side several feet, touching the slight cuts from where the razor chain had nicked her. This was getting out of hand: she needed to do something now. with a quick flick of her wrist, she sent her rope back out, which reacted to her command magically and darted forward towards Nezma's hands, trying to restrain him.

 

[Melon Bomb]

The chains grappled Nadia's rope long before they could reach Nezma. Brushing his hand against a fallen knight at his side, the metal plates unfurled like paper with an audible creak, winding around his injured leg in a firm cast. The leg would be no good until it healed, but with a metal wrapping prone to his control it would be no such hindrance. Casually brushing himself off, he stood to his feet without issue despite the deep wound he'd sustained.

With a swift motion, he commanded the chains to tug the rope - and likely Nadia - towards him, and with his free hands he launched his own flurry of knives. With the rope taut, she would find it difficult to seize control over the rope and maintain balance while dodging at the same time.

"Good, good, I was starting to get worried," Nezma called with cheer in his voice, "that you were going to make this easy."

 

[BugDozer73]

Nadia jerked forward slightly as he tugged, and she strained against his force. Her eyes went wide as the knives approached, and in a split decision, she extended her blade, cutting her beloved rope and dashing to the side, narrowly escaping the barrage of knives. Her anger boiled up and she charged forward, furiously, closing the distance between them in a moment and sending out a flurry of jabs and kicks to the joker, aiming for his pressure points.

 

[Melon Bomb]

Ah. That split second, from composure to unbridled fury. For a moment, Nezma's eyes lit up with glee - and that was it. He didn't foresee much more mileage out of this battle, he had little interest in fending off a wild animal. Just as she attempted to close the distance, he took equal measures to fall back, narrowly back-stepping the barrage of strikes. He hung the rope in his hand, rapidly coiling it up, and with his other hand he flung his chain out onto a lantern post. He skirted away off the ground, leaving the enraged bounty hunter with the pile of corpses as he dropped down onto the thin rail of a second floor banister.

He briefly wondered if he should take the rope with him or not, but decided he would likely lose it in a ditch somewhere and casually tossed it back down to the stone floor below. Should they meet again, the last thing he wanted to do was handicap his opponent, after all.

"My, would you look at the time," he said with mock surprise, looking down at his imaginary watch. "It has been a wonderful evening thus far but I do believe I have somewhere to be. You can follow me if you so desire, but. . ." Holding a finger over his frown, he said, quieter, ". . . I wouldn't recommend it."

With that, he made off into the night, taking no special care in seeing that the hunter would lose his trail.

 

[Purize]

Verity's eyes widened "An abandoned guild hall?" She wondered what they would do with an entire guild building... that would be a project in and of itself, depending on what shape it was in. But with a shrug and a wistful smile she said, "then let's move in." She chuckled. "We'll be here for a while anyway."

 

[Zazz]

Azaria leaned her head back and shut her eyes. "Suit yourself." She listened to all that went on, from the lute player in the corner by Pyrrhus's deep voice, to a woman murmuring naughty things in a man's ear across the room, to the familiar soft footsteps and flow of the skirt of her lover. She opened her eyes as a glass was gently put in her hand. Kaeli had brought out the little desserts once more and greeted Vie with the tray, tempting her.

 

[Melon Bomb]

Vie consciously ignored the sweets and the pastries, her head faced away but her eyes locked onto them. On principle, she did not accept anything she didn't pay for, and it so happened that her pockets were lined with lint moreso than coin. "R-really, it's okay," she assured Kaeli, her wings lightly fluttering nervously behind her.

 

[BugDozer73]

Roland turned around, looking at Verity with disbelief. That had been easier than he had thought. "Wait, really? Why are you so eager? You haven't even seen the place..." He knew he shouldn't question it but his curiosity got the better of him.

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Nadia watched the man go, taunting her and fleeing into the night. With a small amount of struggle she ran to the wall and kicked off, catching the ledge and pulling herself up, but he was already gone. Whatever he was, she had never seen anything like it. She cussed loudly and slammed her fist against the wall before dropping back down to the first floor. She crossed over and picked up her rope with a mournful sigh. She had caught many contracts with this rope. And now it was severed. It began to hum in her hands, and jerked itself over to her wrist. She watched in surprise for a moment as the threads mended themselves quickly, as if she had never cut it in the first place. Thats a handy trick. She thought to herself, finding shore on a small island of relief in her ocean of fury and self loathing. Now a lunatic was on the loose, because she couldn't get him the first time. This was not over. But for now, she had healing to do. She sat down with a sigh and pulled a tea pot out of her satchel, gathering up some debris from the boxes and starting herself a small fire.

 

[Brendanfp]

More savory juices gushed into the magi's mouth as Tieve spoke about her vision. He took notice of Tieve's sudden shift in demeanor from bubbly excitement to quiet and serious. Ali was stunned that what he just witnessed was, in fact, the Oracle seeing a glimpse of the future. How interesting. His plate was nearly empty and he was excited to see what the future had in store.

Ali stood up from his seat. He reached into his right pocket and pulled from it a hefty coin bag. The magi generously left a gold coin down on the table as he slipped his bag back into his pocket, "me and destiny have never seen eye to eye," Ali moaned as he started towards the door.

 

[Zazz]

The fairy raised an eyebrow curiously. It was clear that the girl really did want the cake, but was adamant in refusing it. "Well, all right... Help yourself if you would like." She set the silver tray in front of Vie, Azaria, and Kezine and disappeared to speak with a coworker who was just coming down the stairs. Kaeli approached the centaur and informed his, with a gentle hand on his shoulder, that his room was ready whenever he was. The fairy eyed the stairs and gave him a grim smile. "Good luck."

Some time later, when the half-elf's glass and bowl were empty, she and her lover retired to Kaeli's room, bidding the other three a pleasant night. Behind the closed door, Azaria pulled the fairy close to her, caressing one of the ridges beneath her attire. She often wondered what Kaeli would have looked like with her wings, but she knew the fairy would never grow them back. The damage was done. Azaria pressed her lips to her lover's softly, simply enjoying her presence. The half-elf felt calm under Kaeli's touch, a feeling she was rarely privy to. With a life of bullying and hiding and killing, Azaria's heart had grown cold and harsh.

Silver eyes swept over the halfling's face, a gentle smile below them. "The Circle, hmm?" Kaeli swayed in her arms gently. "Seems a little official."

Azaria sighed. She knew she had too many bounties on her head in Aeredale for playing around with the government, but... it just sounded honourable. The Circle. The best of the best, looking after all of Nymserine. She had evaded capture countless times. Worst case scenario, she would end up on the run again.

"You will be fine," Kaeli assured her, cutting into her thoughts. She caressed the halfling's face, and Azaria kissed her hand. "You will show them just what you are worth."

Self-doubt clouded her judgement. "And if it is not enough?"

Kaeli smirked and gently pushed her towards the bed, slipping out of her top. "Then come back to me and I'll show you what you're really worth."

 

[SilverFlight]

"Mikael. Hmm, I haven't heard of him, but from your description I take it you are on less than ideal terms with one another. What sort of 'loose ends'? They don't end in a blade and a shallow ditch do they?"
Pyrrhus wondered if he was prying, yet the curiosity prodded him forward.
Melon Bomb

"'Elegantus'! Ha! I like that. I should use it." Pyrrhus chuckled at Roland's complimentary mistake. "Well met Vie...wait, I'll be taking the trials?"
Pyrrhus hadn't given the idea much consideration as of yet, but it did seem likely something Roland was set on doing.
"Well, I suppose I could give it a try. Why not?"
Pyrrhus nodded in affirmation when Kezine answered as to Verity's whereabouts. "She seemed a little tired from the journey. I can't say I blame her."
He watched Roland disappear up the stairs.
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After only a little more time on the ground Pyrrhus found his legs were beginning to cramp. He rose slowly, stretching each leg with care in the space he had.
"I'll just be outside." He said to the remaining faces.
Squeezing out of the door Pyrrhus began to shake his muscles out, mumbling softly about how nobody ever thought of centaurs when they built cities like this.
The scream that split the air had him alert in a heartbeat, blades drawn. The silence that followed after was foreboding to say the least. Slowly Pyrrhus stepped toward the alley, the ringing of his hooves echoing loudly off the tall houses.
A woman appeared from the alley. She seemed a little shaken, as if something unexpected had come upon her.
"You...were you the one screaming?" He asked carefully. "Are you hurt?"
Pyrrhus couldn't overlook the rather eerie appearance of this spectral figure before him. Something put him on edge. Still, that was no reason not to be civil.
"Its...not really the place for young women to be walking unaccompanied. Do you require an escort?"
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[Purize]

Verity shrugged to Roland. “I mean, why not? It’s probably cheaper in the long run.” She didn’t really want to think of property tax or repair costs... but at least rent wouldn’t be an issue. Besides... when had been the last time she had settled anywhere? She was always moving, never staying in one place. It was kind of tiring... so the idea of staying in the Capital, a large city that reminded her of home, was nice.

With a sigh, she stretched and yawned. “I think I’ll go ahead and get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.” She gave Roland a grin, one that said even though she was nervous, tomorrow she would give her best. At least she wouldn’t have to go through it alone.
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Tieve bounced to her feet, the loose skirts of her dress swaying underneath her. “Yes, I’m sure.” She replied to the Magi. When she reached the door she opened it and said, “after you, then.”
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[BugDozer73]

Roland sighed, not wanting to leave just yet. But it was late, and he would need his sleep if he was going to do well tomorrow. "Ok Verity. Goodnight.." He bid her farewell and was shutting the door when he felt it: That power, tugging at his gut. His head swiveled and he knew that whatever it was that was pulling at him, it was right outside now. Almost in a trance, Roland walked down the hall, and found a window overlooking a small balcony. He could walk out the front, but he didn't want to draw any suspicion. No, sneaking out through the window was a great plan. Probably.

Roland jumped out of the window, crashing hard onto the awning, and rolling from there down onto the street. Ok, so not a good idea. With a moan, and a moment taken to make sure nothing was broken, Roland got to his feet and dusted himself off. He was in an Alley way, which he walked down and and around the corner stood Pyrrhus, addressing a girl with large curly hair and a dark power that seemed to radiate off of her. He could feel her energy like ripples in his blood, and looking at her he knew why he felt this way. Her mana was like that of his own; she was like him.

A demigod.

 

[Brendanfp]

Ali left the tavern both eager and scared of what was to come. He waved bye as he stepped through the door and out into the cool evening air. He enjoyed his meal greatly but didn't like admitting that the real reason that he always came back was that the Golden Egg was one of the few Taverns that would offer him alcohol, without him having to disguise himself further. The Magi and the Oracle walked a short distance through a nearby alleyway. Ali would refuse to share why he knew the way to the Sultry Pearl by heart, and he was even more uncomfortable bringing Tieve here, however, she did ask him to refrain from treating her like a child so he made no protest.

Ali and Tieve finally arrived at their desired destination, the Sultry Pearl. The Magi took note of the two standing in front of the pub, one centaur and the other a human girl. Ali's brow began to sweat as he felt a chilling wave make its way down his neck. The girl was dangerous he could feel it. Then from nowhere a young sword-wielding lad jumped down into view. Ali felt a less ominous but equally strong presence from him. What was the hell happening?

"Hey, Tieve maybe this isn't the best idea," Ali warned as he extended his hand out in front of the Oracle.

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[C.C.]

The centaur was the first of many to appear. He was large and intimidating but the form of his soul would say otherwise. She decided that he wasn't a threat to her and gave him a faint smile. He inquired if she was hurt of needed an escort to walk with her. Morrigan was thrown off as she still wasn't entirely sure as too where she was exactly. Honestly, she just wanted to get through the door the stood before her so that she could discover what object or creature was putting off this massive magical energy.

"No sir, trust me I will be alright. Thanks but right now all I really must be going," she responded as she took another step towards the door.
What happened next must have been the work of the gods themselves. Simultaneously three newcomers emerged from opposite alleyways. From the right emerged a tall rugged looking fellow, and from behind her appeared a pair of children. A dark boy with black dreaded hair and a pale frail looking girl with hair like snow. Each one of them possessing a strange soul.

When Morrigan saw a soul to her it took the form of an aura the surrounded a person. The average working man had a rather modest soul that would be white in color and take a wispy formless like shape around him. Morrigan could read the changes in one's soul to learn about them and their intentions. She gawked as she examined the souls of the three newcomers.

The rugged man with black hair like a mop and the snowflake-like girl both possessed souls that not only engulfed their bodies but seemed to extend even further out into their environments. Mop head's soul clearly took the form of a raging storm that swirled around him and up into the atmosphere hues of blue, green, and gray could be seen swirling in the vortex. The pale child, however, had an almost ethereal soul the shone pure white, almost like a thick steamy vapor coming off of her. These two auras while different both felt oddly familiar. They felt like family perhaps they two were demigods...

Morrigan looked at the final stranger's soul and it was the strangest of all. His aura, while not the largest held the most depth too it. She saw the most often when examining the souls of elderly sages who possessed vast knowledge, however, he was but a child. What could this boy have done to produce such a rich soul? Unfortunately, that was the least shocking thing about the boy. Attached to his soul seemed to be a massive dark tumor leeching off of his life energy. This concentrate mass of pure darkness towered over the child dwarfing his own soul by many magnitudes. Just what was he?

Morrigan slowly reached her hand into magical satchel not sure of the intentions of these new-comers. Her heart was racing.