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  • #265206
    TheSilentRevenant
    TheSilentRevenant
    Participant

    Sebastian lets a slow, relaxed breath. “Doesn’t hurt to play along.” He smirks at her.

    Sebastian Kurt: The Ranger

    Spoiler

    (lvl 2) Ranger
    HP:Healthy
    Stress: 25/100
    Gold: 375

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    Leon Shieldheart
    Spoiler

    (lvl 0) Crusader
    HP: Healthy
    Stress: 0/100

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    #265208
    Outis-aka-nobody
    Outis-aka-nobody
    Participant

    “Maybe it will hurt, if you’re not careful.” Tazia says with a giggle.

    My characters are terrible, stupid, useless people.

    #265221
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    Duval wobbled as Grace collided into him with a surprise hug, causing him to fall into the wall, stopping his retreat. A worried ‘oof’ emitted from his mouth, though as he surveyed the situation with a hesitant ball up of his fists, he relaxed, a smile appearing on his face.

    “Graaace, it’s fine..”
    Duval says as he shuffles around in her embrace to face her, eventually wrapping his arms around her and hugging her as well. He rubbed her back gently, resting his head against her shoulder.

    “Tis’ okay. Was my fault, really it was..”
    Duval reassured with a brief yawn, looking up toward the hallway.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #265229
    TheSilentRevenant
    TheSilentRevenant
    Participant

    Sebastian softly shrugs, “I’ll run the risks.” He rolls his free arm in a fluid contained rotation.

    Sebastian Kurt: The Ranger

    Spoiler

    (lvl 2) Ranger
    HP:Healthy
    Stress: 25/100
    Gold: 375

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    Leon Shieldheart
    Spoiler

    (lvl 0) Crusader
    HP: Healthy
    Stress: 0/100

    [collapse]

    #265232
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    Duval sat at the edge of the road, drinking a Capri Sun.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #265235
    Outis-aka-nobody
    Outis-aka-nobody
    Participant

    “It was…but I should not have hurt you…I hurt so many people…” Grace wines as she clutches Duvall tightly.

    //

    “At least you’re not a coward. I can appreciate that.” Tazia says.

    My characters are terrible, stupid, useless people.

    #265237
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    “Pft, merely took me by surprise… didn’t hurt all that much.”
    Duval comforted, combing her hair with his hand, moving through the delicate strings of fire with gentle and quiet fingers. He merely remained in this hugged position upon the stone staircase, embracing Grace as she embraced him tighter. He rubbed her lower back with the other hand, patting her occasionally upon the red wool dress.

    “Everyone hurts someone… I-…”
    Duval choked as his subconscious held back words of truth, and memory. It was as if he were being choked, and bound by gloved hands. A lapse of terror, and fear, passed over Duval briefly. Clearly perceived in his facial expression.

    “..Let’s just say there’s a lot of people I’ve hurt as well.”
    Duval concluded with a weak smile aimed down at her.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #265242
    RighteousCrusader
    RighteousCrusader
    Participant

    “NO! ‘TIS A LIE!” Ronin stumbles towards his gear and with considerable effort, lifts up his sword and puts in an offensive position. “COME TAKE ME YOU FOUL BEAST!” Ronin only sees the mass of tentacles screeching at him, not the man he considered his brother-in-arms. Blood dripped down the walls, the screeching ringing in his ears. “RAHHHHH!” Ronin rushes towards Libourg and swings his blade at Libourg in a diagonal downwards slash, using a decent amount of force.

    Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence and three times is enemy action.

    #265244
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    A whistle of steel, a roar of zealous fury, that was enough to make Libourg flinch and panic. A stumble of confusion beset Libourg as he saw Ronin charge at him, with a face of fear and anger. Out of panic, he had forgotten his military training, replaced with a fear of death, and pain. So he mixed up his footing, and instinctively brought his arms up to stop his face from getting hit as if he were trying to stop a punch. Though out of this hesistation of fear and anxiety, the blade would strike true, but not land deep.

    Steel sawed through the flesh, about a couple cm’s cutting through his sleeve, ripping and disfiguring his right arm. A spillage of blood found its way to the floor, though there was no arterial spurting to be had. Libourg barked in pain, letting out a cry as he was struck by the blade. Swirling around Ronin, grasping his forearm as he made for his Longsword.

    With his functioning arm, he reached out for his longsword that he left upon his seat, tugging it out of his holster regardless of string holding it down. The italian steel blade, blessed by his stepfather, baptised by priests of his sect… and washed in the blood of those he had slain. Beast, men… it did not matter. Life was taken, reaped from its vessel, and spilled out into the stinking mud.

    But not today would he fall, not now… nor would he strike Ronin down.

    His wrist flexed as he picked up the blade, clearly the weapon was meant for two hands, though with his freshly injured arm oozing blood, his skin exposed from the torn silk shirt.

    “Ronin. You’re beseeched by ill mind. Have you forgotten your resolve? Thy virtue and thy purpose on this plain of man? To fight, and die for what is right. To bleed for the innocent, and to battle evil in the name of the holy flame? D-dost thou know of thy holy oath? Or art thou turned to the poison, and become a retching, ravenous mutt?!”
    Libourg spoke with a spiteful, pained and clearly irritated tone, extending his blade toward Ronin; ready to fence him off. He may of been injured, though Ronin himself was in far worse wear.

    “If thou persist… come at me. I yearn to greet thy possessed self with steel and good intention!”
    Libourg challenged with an emotionless glare in his eye, his injured arm going around his back, and remaining by his lower side; maintaining a duelist pose as if he were using a rapier, his longsword held low… with the tip of the blade gleaming Ronin right in the eye.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #265246
    RighteousCrusader
    RighteousCrusader
    Participant

    The thick stone walls contained the shouts of Ronin and Libourg, the clash of steel behind locked a door. “IT BLEEDS! IT BLEEDS! THEY CAN BE FALLED! THEY CAN BE BEATEN!” Unkempt hair, the screeching of a madman. How the mighty crusader has fallen so low. “IT SPEAKS?! IT SPEAKS?! HOW SO? AND IT WIELDS A BLADE? HOW SO?! STRIKE ME, I DARE YOU!” He goes into a riposte stance.

    The walls of the cell were rather thick, with no sound escaping the room. The nurses had locked the door for the sake of privacy and security; an escaped madman would surely cause chaos.

    “Early retirement wasn’t for me. I wanted to explore the world, do righteous things. So my journey led me here.” Tybalt said. He curiously looked at the doctor’s manservant. “How long have you had him anyway?”

    Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence and three times is enemy action.

    #265248
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    The ranting of madness. The oozing of insanity. He was stricken by whatever was out there. Man? Beast? Monster? What had caused it? Libourg didn’t really know nor did he care at this point. The blade circled around as Libourg flexed his blade quietly, the faint singing of metal passing through the surrounding, tense air that was held within this room could be heard faintly by the two of them. Blood was rising, and sweat seemed to pass upon both of their brows.

    Libourg was fixated on the joint of his sword arm, a well place stab would end this fight right here without casuality.

    For a moment, they stood, one twitching with uncontrollable mental instablity, and the other, sweating and growling as the pain grew from his wound.

    Then he lunged, without a word or breath, he shot forward with a determined lunge, sword arm reeling back and then sent shooting forward as he aimed for that joint spot. The steel sparkled in the torch light of the room, along with a shade of burning orange glowing upon Libourgs emotionless face. The face of a soldier.

    The face of a killer.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #265253
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
    Participant

    “Fucking scum!” The guard replied, for a second trying to fiddle with the lock. But as the sound of George’s boots was getting louder, he resorted to merely spitting at Leoman in contempt, then promptly left. Muffled voices were heard afterwards, along with shuffling of papers.

    “Well, well. Assault and attempted theft… of a slave.” Gruff voice was heard first, following by the Warden taking a peek inside the cell. He immediately retched, and reeled back from the bars. “Bloody hell, you pig! Ugh!” He promptly moved to a different room, with a piece of paper nailed to it. He quickly exit it with a glass in hand, filled with brown liquid. He sat a safe distance from Leoman’s cell. “You better clean that up.” he took a long sip. “Seems like you’re staying for a bit.”

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

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    #265255
    Kidneykin
    Kidneykin
    Participant

    There was a long pause.

    Leoman slowly moved, it was ragdoll-like, and soon he sat up, his face pale. His goggles down, his hands shaking.
    “Hey there.”

    He threw up again, a pityful small pile of stomach fluids and the last bit of soup from the tavern spilled down onto the ground.
    “Shit. Shit, Shit, Shit.”

    Dry heaves erupted from him, he told himself he had to get away from her.
    But did he even remember her anymore?

    The idea of staying in this cell any longer was torture, and Leoman got up, walking towards the door with the grace of a drunkard after beating his wife and going on a binge. “I understand the consequences of my actions, and take full responsibility.”

    He hit the door on the way down, his eyebrow split from the fall into it. But he shoved himself up, using the door as a crutch. He looked through the window of the door, his eyes wavering, filled with tears.

    I’m out of my head
    Of my heart and my mind
    'Cause you can run but you can’t hide
    I’m gonna make you mine

    #265257
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
    Participant

    “Oh, fucks sake.” George rolled his eyes, again burying his mouth in the drink. It burned pleasantly. “Stop being a miserable cunt, will you. Someone has to clean that up! It’s gonna reek in my office, y’know.” he groaned at the thought. Yet another brilliant idea – have a pitifully small jail, three cells, right next to the administrative rooms – and George’s office. Bloody perfect.

    He averted his eyes at the pathetic show of clumsiness. “Yeah, good, good, but don’t fucking kill yourself!” he said, chuckling grimly, content with Leoman’s compliance. But he showed a glimpse of humanity by asking: “What are you, sick or something? The sanitarium doctors can do miracles, y’know. Perks of a prisoner, I guess.”

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

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    #265259
    Kidneykin
    Kidneykin
    Participant

    “Sick?”

    He laughed, it was loud, manic.
    He rose his hands to George, scarred, jagged, bleeding on the tips. But, they were not infected. They bled, but scabbed and appeared as normal as they could be.

    “I’ve been sick since I was born, Warden. There’s been a guillotine above my head since I could breathe, it dropped about a year ago.”
    Leoman slid his hands down the door, the blood streaking it as the fragmented nails scraped it. They returned to their positions as a crutch.

    “I uh, don’t know how to tell you this but uh…” He looked up, a face full of pain as he coughed, an aggressive, deep rumble from the bowels of his lungs. Leoman wiped his face, but his face was now smeared with a reddish tint across his left cheek. He reached into his pants, pulling forth a medium sized, stained leather packet from the crotch area, holding it up.

    “This. This is filled with black powder. The woman who searched me in the tavern, thin, blonde, and forgive me for saying it but she has a very large nose. She didn’t invade any prohibited areas when searching, I thank her for that. But now, you can have it. I’m sorry I wasn’t forthcoming when I was first put into this cell.”

    He dropped it, the act of it hitting the ground caused dust to come forth from inside the bag. “Now, I know i’m the one in prison, and you don’t trust me. But I need a vial from my pack. I’m going to die without it.”

    I’m out of my head
    Of my heart and my mind
    'Cause you can run but you can’t hide
    I’m gonna make you mine

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