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Post by Leytan on Jun 30, 2007 13:08:40 GMT
*At the last possible second Leytan side steped and pulled Wren with him so that Coriolis's blade missed one well aimed kick sent it spiing up in the air.*
"Don't trouble yourself Wren!"
*Leytan said trying not to laugh.*
"He's an old rival of mine named Coriolis. And as much as he would like to belive otherwise he just hasn't got the skill or the ability to hurt me let alone kill me."
*Leytan didn't meen this he was just trying to rile Coriolis up so he would make a mistake and Leytan could subdue him quicker.*
"Now unless you want to be on the reciveing end of another beating or maby have a second dose of my 'Leytan Venom' I sujest you let me and my freinds go. Or if your so intent on carrying out 'Justice' You can always join that fat fool Smyth up there."
*jesters with his head to the thrashing Smyth still swing rom the gallows.*
"Amasing is it how the people who represnt that illusion of justice sooner or later realise it's a fantasy. Just like good and evil."
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Post by Midnight on Jun 30, 2007 13:55:44 GMT
*She jumps to the side slightly before growling quietly, the sound at the back of her throat it was hard to hear over the din while breathing deeply through her nose taking in a breath she had not known she had been holding one hand reaching up in to the air to grab the handle of the dirk, missing only by a few inches but enough to end up grabbing the blade instead, the metal cutting into the palm of her hand, causing her to wince.before turning her attention back to the three men shaking her head slightly as if she was a teacher looking at three troublesome young boys rather than grown men.*
Men, give them a dagger, a tight spot and watch them try and prove who is better than the others.
*She half mumbles to herself.*
You know this is not exactly the right time to start trying to kill each other.
*She spoke louder actually directing it at the three of them as she quickly circled the three moving behind Coriolis, her gaze going to the cart that was behind the three and sighed*
As much as the world seems to be interested in ropes, chain and various other methods of tying people up I would prefer to get to of rough spot with out being tied up or beat up or kidnapped.
*She takes a couple of steps back making sure to avoid the hole in the gallows where Leytan had meant to fall through to his death and suddenly ran for ward, rushing into Coriolis, pushing him forward and him in return into Leytan and Wren.Throwing all of her weight and strength into the shove hoping the push, the hopeful surprise will hint at them to get damn well moving. and shutting up at the same time.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jun 30, 2007 14:54:02 GMT
*Like those around him, Young Grimwold is startled as he watches Leytan's escape from the noose, and before he knows it, he is engulfed in smoke from the hangman's projectiles: smoke that is swiftly joined by metaphorical fire. For a moment, he takes in the spin of roars and obscenities around him, the whirling of fists and feet; but stock-still himself, an oasis at the centre of a sandstorm of savage abandon. To witness men bringing forth such violence from within themselves has the effect of making YG feel somehow more human than he's ever felt. It is a bizarre moment of serenity.
But then the moment ends, for YG knows he has to get out of this melée posthaste. There is a voice within him, telling him what a fine opportunity this would be to crack some skulls, and the voice is not getting any quieter. If YG gives in to it, he will stain himself indelibly, and a return to his peacemaker job at the Crazed Heifer, among other things, will be painfully impossible.
Letting out one small grunt, YG lowers his head, holds his club out in front of him, and charges. A few of the people in his path are shoved away, but most skirt off of their own accord, as YG was hoping. Even in the vision-obscuring smoke, they know when an ogre is coming towards them, and that it really is in their best interests not to get in his way. These Warlockers may be without hearts, thinks YG, but they are not entirely without brains.
YG continues toward the edge of the smoke-shrouded battle arena. The trouble is, he doesn't know in which direction he is heading...*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 30, 2007 21:30:01 GMT
'Never a truer word spoken!' announced Wren in response. 'If you two are very good, we'll all have a nice chance to murder each other later. Now come on!'
Wren turned towards the cart, conscious of some loud thumping noise growing behind him, but not paying it any regard...
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Post by Coriolis on Jun 30, 2007 21:55:16 GMT
*... On his back, in the muck with an expression on his face aimed at His Sister as if to say "What the [Censored] I do?!?". The fake executioner may have a point...* *Coriolis leans over backwards a moment to look (upside down) behind him. The sight of a pair of tree trunks masquerading as Ogre limbs is the last thing He was expecting...* Oh great... NOW what?!? *He gets up and quickly takes note of where everyone is around him, Rhiannonn and Leytan particularly...* He has a point... [Aimed at Leytan] You run from Me, You die. If we stay here, you die... In all the godsdamned hells it should've happened anyway! [Aimed at Wren] Lead the way then ye damn fraud! You've got us into this mess so ye better damn well get us back out!"
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Post by Leytan on Jun 30, 2007 22:08:32 GMT
*Leytan smriked at Cor.*
"You'll never have the pleshure to watch me die Watcher. Least not by a rope and deffinatly not by your hands."
"Come on Wren the cart....Only this time drive more carefully, we've got ladies, guests and a furball *indicating Coriolis* on board."
"We just need to get acroos the Grimdale boundry and into the woods the Warlock law enforcers can't cross the boundy or their in violation of their own nutrality laws."
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 30, 2007 22:17:54 GMT
'Right! Just hang on a second, one last thing. I'll meet you at the cart!'
Without waiting for an answer, Wren turned and ran back towards the gallows. Quickly jumping up the stairs, he 'unintentionally' brushed past the ranting Smyth, sending the man spinning.
'Pardon me old bean!' he exclaimed, reaching down through the door and retreiving several items that he had laid in a pile just beside the drop - his clothes, the remainder of his weapons, and the rest of Leytan's personal effects, the most promiment of which was his very nasty Atlantean Crossbow. Not wasting another second in view, he dashed past a still spinning Smyth, down the stairs and towards the cart.
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Post by Leytan on Jun 30, 2007 22:27:07 GMT
*Leytan grined when he saw his Cross bow. He signeld for Wren to throw him it which Wren did so. Leytan caught it and brandished it.*
"Never thought I'd see you again old girl."
*He said giveing the corssbow a quick dust with his sleve. He then gestured it in the direction of Coriolis.*
"Now I am a very good marksman with this weapon and I know it may look unloded but trust me it isn't. It's an Atlantian Repeater Crossbow and it holds 10 light waight steel bolts you come for me before we get out of this mess and I'll turn you into a pin cushion. And trust me your not quick enough with that dirk to beat my shooting."
*Leytan then mounted the cart and helped both Midnight and Sindy up onto it. As he did so he also passed Midnight her dagger back.*
"Sorry I used it to take a life."
*He wisperd in her ear as she passed him.*
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Post by Coriolis on Jun 30, 2007 23:24:57 GMT
*His own weapon, the Dirk, spins on it's point in the palm of his hand before being dropped and re-caught in a lazy arc. He holds it up to eye-level, theatrically inspecting the runes and design covering the blade. Part of that design marred by a diagonal scar along the metal.*
Y'know Ol' Toad... A blowhard once tried to kill me with a far more advanced weapon than that and HE ended up with a Panther paw around the ear.
*He points a thumb toward Rhiannon, a little smirk at the old memory. It felt so long ago, almost a different lifetime.*
If I can stop a flintlock bullet at pointblank range, a Crossbow bolt at distance won't be a problem...
*The Dirk stays drawn, waved at Leytan in a 'Hurry Up' movement.*
Y'see those pointy hats over there? They mean that 'reign' stops play and we do need to get out of here. Get your piscean arse in that cart, we can finish this later...
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Post by Midnight on Jun 30, 2007 23:41:00 GMT
*Rhiannon accepts her dagger cleaning the blade quickly on the fabric of her clothing keeping her gaze on the crowds.*
*Was she actually seeing a ogre? She thought perhaps she had finally lost her mind but the parting crowds told her other wise as the ogre got closer to the cart.*
*Was it going to stop in time or crash into them or end up joining them in the cart. The smoke prevented her actually trying to pin down whether the ogre was male or female .Her gaze followed it as it moved through the crowds the words of Leytan and Coriolis seeping in*
Could you two please STOP arguing for just this ONCE! As much as the pair of you can be entertaining, in each others company your both purely a great big pain in the neck. I don't care who's better than who in fact if your both so damn eager to prove who's better than who, you can have a duel when were safe. UNTIL THEN SHUT THE HELL UP!
*Though she did not sit down on the cart she gripped one of the rails between her hands for either when the cart moved or when if the ogre came into it.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jul 1, 2007 12:14:27 GMT
Wren rematerialised beside them, now wearing his cloak. The remainder of his clothes he threw into the back of the cart. Running around the side, conscious of that thumping sound growing forever closer, he hopped into the rider's seat and gripped the reigns.
'Now then. Everyone here? Yes? Good! Onwards!'
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Post by Leytan on Jul 1, 2007 13:43:37 GMT
*Leytan smirked at Midnight's comments and went and joined Wren in the driveing seat.*
"Well if Coriolis is so detmermined to be embarassed then I'll duel with him. But he should remmember its not how advanced the weapon. It's how good the person welding it is and Watcher your not even in Vyrrian Wren's league let alone mine."
*makes a quick head count. Then notices the oger comeing towards the cart.*
"Wren did we agree to give an Ogre a lift??"
*He asks his freind and indicates towards the advancing Ogre.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jul 1, 2007 14:38:19 GMT
Wren raised an eyebrow. 'Mm? Oh, sure thi- OGRE?!?'
He followed Leytan's gesture, and finally saw the lumbering shape heading straight towards them.
'Jesus GODS!' he gasped, temporarily losing his decorum. 'How the hell did HE get there?!'
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Post by Leytan on Jul 1, 2007 15:22:18 GMT
*While Wren is distracted looking at Young Grimwold. Leytan takes hold of the reigns that Wren is still holding and crakcs them to get the Cart moveing.*
*The cart sudernly jerks forward.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jul 2, 2007 16:31:42 GMT
*With every half-blind step he takes, YG is thankful that nothing and no one has tripped him up. He has, however, trodden on a number of abandoned tomatoes, spattering his clothes and club.
YG arrives at the edge of the smoke cloud... and halts. The smoke has got the better of him. Before he can take a look around and work out which side of the town square he's reached, he closes his stinging eyes, and starts coughing.
Ogrish coughing is a sound rarely heard, largely because the lungs of an ogre are traditionally capacious and tough, from all that roaring. YG, being a quiet sort, has lost much of that advantage. The result is something that sounds like a wild boar and a mountain lion having a belching contest; and if an ogre were to have a coughing fit in the vicinity of a slaughterhouse on a busy afternoon, it is quite likely that the workers would turn away from their labours and tell him to keep it down.
So there stands Young Grimwold, covered in red stains, making an unearthly racket. Hardly the genteel image he would wish to convey.*
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