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Post by Coriolis on Oct 20, 2004 17:21:12 GMT
*meanwhile....*
*The stolen staff scores a glancing blow across the Watchers forehead. Not enough to KO but more than enough to see stars... He follows the swing down with one hand and holds it on the floor to prevent a second attempt.*
And WHAT in the Gods names are YOU doing here BEGGAR!?!
*Struggling to keep a grip on his oponent, the Dirk is drawn and slowly pressed through the layers of cloth into what is hoped is the appropriate place for this unholy creaure.*
*Although tempting, He doesn't wish to cause harm unless absolutely necesary, but the beggar must be 'persuaded' to leave nonetheless...*
I suggest you remove your presnce from it's current company... or the Pub Wenches will never look you in the eye ever again!
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Post by Midnight on Oct 20, 2004 17:33:55 GMT
*Back with Midnight...*
*A chill goes down from her neck to her spine causing her to shiver, losing her grip on her dagger even more.*
*Thinks*
Damnit!! What happened to back in a minute??
*Trying to keep as much of her grip on her dagger with her right hand Midnight brings her left arm forward and making a fist goes for Leytan's stomach.*
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Post by Leytan on Oct 20, 2004 17:57:26 GMT
*The punch connects, Leytan is winded temporaily, by the blow, his breath is like an icey blast on Midnights face.*
"I admire your spirit Midnight, under normal circumstances perhaps you and me could be freinds, but sadly I have a job to do and when I'm paid I always see a job through."
His grip tighterns a fraction and the frost speeds up it is working it's way down her back and up her scalp. Paralysing muscles as it goes...*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Oct 20, 2004 18:04:25 GMT
* Hands, hands up, slowly steps back from the still-prone Coriolis, who withdraws the dagger and lowers the hand holding it to the same level as the rest of his body (i.e. ground). As he does so and the dagger is resting flat on the earth, Hands stamps very hard on it and quickly lifts his foot; Coriolis reflexively withdraws his hand and Hands kicks the dagger away by the hilt and yanks the staff out of the distracted Coriolis's hand before giving him another two blows to the cranium. He then throws the staff behind him and draws his sword. *
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Post by Coriolis on Oct 20, 2004 18:29:30 GMT
*It's getting difficult to see through bloodshot eyes. Earlier wounds are also conspiring to impair Coriolis further... Instinctively, he attempts to FADE and disappear. Nothing happens....*
*Faced with an armed Beggar (Skill unknown), no weaponry of his own and an embarrasing 'lack' of Watcher arts.... The future's not bright... The future's painful...*
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Post by Midnight on Oct 20, 2004 18:43:48 GMT
*Midnight begins to struggle against Leytan's strangling hand...though the struggle isin't much due to the increasing inability to move.*
* Using what she can she forces her dagger holding arm backwards a bad move really as this puts her dagger almost out of her hand completely but it does what she hopes. Leyton not expecting this move due to his concentration on his "freezing" feel's a sting to say the least as the blade cut's his hand.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Oct 20, 2004 19:03:14 GMT
* Hands, seeing that his foe is beaten, sheathes his sword, gets out his magic rope and prepares to bind him. As he makes to turn him over, however, he inadvertently puts his hand on Coriolis's pendant, which the rope also brushes against. The effect somewhat intensified by contact with another magical object, Hands is not only knocked back but knocked unconscious by the shock from the pendant. The rope retains its magic but continunes to crackle a little for several minutes. *
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Post by Coriolis on Oct 20, 2004 19:14:27 GMT
*... Giving the Watcher enough time to make a descision that won't sit well with him for days to come.... He Runs from the beggar...*
*Unarmed, Impaired and still wounded from before. He has no other choice.....*
*Though his link with the Stones magic is currently broken, Coriolis physical stamina is much higher than the ale-swilling Blotch on Wolfenden. He vaults the same bush that Sly had been hiding behind earlier and climbs ,branch to branch, up and through the trees lining one side of the road. Hoping to be lost amongst the foliage...*
*The sounds and language following him make evasion easier but by no means easy...*
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Post by Leytan on Oct 20, 2004 19:41:04 GMT
*Leytan witdraws his handas the blade cuts him.*
"You realy are a spirited fighter Midnight, a realy challange. It realy is a shame that I have to kidnapp you for Hakonatu, but a contract is a contract."
*Sighs and has a genuin look of regret in his eyes.*
"I had hopped you wouldn't force me to use this but, I have no other opption."
*Leytan produces a small bottle contains a sea green liqued it has a rag tied round it, Leytan unties the rag and pours a few drops of the liqued on to the rag.*
*The he quickly but gently presses the rag in to Midnights face covering her nose and mouth.*
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Post by Midnight on Oct 20, 2004 19:45:22 GMT
*Midnight struggles for seconds more trying to break away from the stinking rag...which reminds her of Sly Hands...then her eyes close and she goes limp. The bag which carries the calling stone falling to the ground as her body drops along with her dagger as her body relaxes and let's it go.*
*Yet much more happens to the unconscious Watcher....*
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Post by Leytan on Oct 20, 2004 19:52:22 GMT
*As Midnight strugals against the sedetive Leytan speaks soothingly to her.*
"It's all right Midnight, it won't harm you. Your just going to have a little nap, thats all, just relax, don't fight it, let the sleep take you, just close your eyes and rest, rest. It will do you good, you've had a hard day today."
*As he spaeks holding the rag to her face with one hand he strokes her hair with the other, more like a lover, then a kidnapper.*
"Sleep well Midnight & have plesnet dreams."
*He says sincerly as Midnight finaly sucums to the sedetive. Leytan removes the rag from her face and then slowly and gently, he tenderly lifts her up from the ground and carries her in his arms, back towards where Walter is waiting.*
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Post by Midnight on Oct 20, 2004 20:42:10 GMT
*Whether Midnight heard the comforting words of Leytan or not will remain a mystery. As he walks away to Walter her jewel begins to glow a sky blue colour. If only Janis was there he'd know what was happening. While Leytan and Walter travel to their destination Midnight goes on a journey of her own.* (OCC: Midnight's spirit-walk continues in The Wolfs Howl Inn: Good Luck.) [ModNote: Good Luck has been moved to the Otherlands section and can be found here. It includes posts by Coriolis as his younger self.] |
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Oct 21, 2004 23:00:35 GMT
* Some time later, Hands wakes up. Upon realising what has happened, which takes him longer than it would most people, he returns in bitterness to Marblehead. * |
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Post by Coriolis on Oct 24, 2004 10:20:55 GMT
*More time passes by as Coriolis waits for the stinkin beggar to be gone. Shamefacedly he slowly comes down from the tree. Picking back up his stave and dirk he goes back to the place where he left Midnight.* *From a distance he see's her gone and the first thought is that she's done another one of her tricks and took off again.* Damn that girl!! Does her word mean nothing anymore?? *As he approaches the spot where he left her realises that not all is as it seems. Finding the bag that Mog had been in he picks it up in doing so he uncovers her dagger.* No warrior would leave a weapon behind willingly... *Taking a closer look at the ground he see's slight, small signs of a struggle. Remembering Leytan's words at the brawl...* Damn that man!! So this is why he did it.... *Without his link to the necklace and therefore his link with Rhiannon gone he knows that he has little to no chance of success in finding her on his own. Looking in the bag for a clue she may of left behind he finds the stone...on reading the note he makes a decision.* Sol, Sol, Sol ,Sol *Then he waits.....* |
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Zeriphel
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The Chaos Mage
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Post by Zeriphel on Oct 24, 2004 15:35:34 GMT
*With each repetition of the calling name, the stone glows brighter with a coruscating rainbow of colours. At the fourth 'Sol', there is an immense flash of light, and for a moment Coriolis thinks that he sees the fabric of the air bend slightly. Then, at once, a young man with long black curly hair, dressed incongruously in 16th century doublet and hose is standing before him.*
Good heavens!
*The young man starts back, and a small frog hops out of his mouth, hopping off into the night. The young man looks a little embarrassed, and his skin darkens to a deep brown. He looks Coriolis up and down*
Well, this is a turn up for the books wot! Call me suspicious, but I don't think you're employed by the Boarding School m'dear fella! So... y'must have either summoned me for a lark, which would be dashed unfair of you old man, or.... y'saw the note I left.
In which case y'need m'help! Hurrah!
*He beams broadly and sticks out his hand. His sudden burst of energy causes small blue sparks to crackle from his ears, and a nearby flower pulls itself up from its root and runs off to join the frog*
Roaringly fabulous to meetcha! Name's Zeriphel Solaris, a Chaos Mage doncha'know! But if we're goin' to be friends, which I hope so wot, you can call me Zeph. Now, fair's fair... what can I call you?
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