Azer, the sorcerer. MAKE AZER A CHILD.
Blind old man.
Hawt older chick.
..... To be continued, probably, lol.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Guilds (random)
Pitch black robes swirled around legs clad in black leather. Matching black steel-toed boots clomping on the ground with every heavy step. It wasn't Fang's usual MO to be making loud noises, but silence wasn't necessary for this particular mission. The rest of the Shadow Seekers were camped outside of the large complex. It was a huge structure on an even larger plot of land. One could refer to the place as a fortress. Inside were numerous guards, all clad in uniform silver and green armor, bearing the crest of a necromancer cult on the breast plate. None of the soldiers actually knew magic, but years of brainwashing plus mental and emotional training (or reducing thereof) had them following orders flawlessly.
The grounds were fenced off and gated by a twelve foot high wooden wall, tipped with poisonous barbs, and patrolled on the inside and outside by guards. Parked around the area were various different airships of all different shapes and sizes, waiting to be loaded or unloaded. The main building was where everything that was being shipped was sorted.
The facility itself was a mass of loudness and noise, which was why Fang allowed himself to clomp with abandon. The noise came from running airship engines, and machinery within the main building that was used to sort the inbound and outbound packages. For once, this mission didn't involve a specific target for him to kill (though he might have to lay waste to a few guards), but instead it was a recon mission. The facility was a trading center for magic contraban goods (mostly weapons and narcotics), and Fang's job was to find out where everything was being shipped. The irony of it all was that he didn't work for any kind of government faction. He had been commissioned by a competing organization, and their ultimate goal was sabotage of the delivery lines. Fang didn't care for any of that, however. Once he was through with gathering information, and causing a little havoc within the vicinity, his job would be finished.
Quickly, yet stealthily, Fang darted into a large, important-looking room. It had no windows, and was lit by torches on the walls. There was a large table in the center of the room, lined with chairs. A meeting room of sorts. The details of the place weren't what interested Fang though. What interested him was the large map laying conveniently on the table. It was marked with various routes and points that were marked out as destinations.
Jackpot
Fang rolled up the large piece of parchment and folded it so that it would fit into his robes. Then he channelled his magic energy, and melded into a shadow, seeping through the cracks in the wall and arriving outside.
It was at that point that all hell broke loose.
It didn't occur to Fang that there would be a magic-use detector in the facility, but then he realized that the people sorting the packages might try to steal items being shipped, or even stupidly try to use them. Whatever the case, an alarm went off, and he was surrounded by guards within seconds. It wasn't looking pretty for him. Fortunately, he'd planned to start a ruckus once he got the map. It's just that the plan was being put into motion much quicker than he would have guessed.
Though the pickle he was in might seem hopeless, it was then that the rest of the Shadow Seekers decided to rush into the area. There were only a dozen of them, but a dozen highly trained assassins working together made a very deadly force. At that point, Fang had six guards with six swords pointed all at him. Five of the six got distracted by the attack, and the last one, who was their captain, died the moment they did, the hiltless end of a black dagger pointing out of his right eye socket.
As soon as the captain hit the ground, two more guards had daggers inserted into fatal areas on their persona. And then the last three barely put up a fight as Fang danced around and over them, sending daggers flying and, at this close of a range, never missing a target. Six down, hundreds left to go. The Seekers didn't need to kill all of them, though. They just needed to set a couple of things on fire, and then get the hell out.
Fang quickly moved to meet up with the rest of his squad. None of the guards could even get close. They died wave by wave.
"Alright guys, it's time to get out of here. Let's finish it." said Fang, with a purpose. To his horror, however, he had spoken too soon. They wouldn't be leaving very easily.
Just as he finished his sentence, bodies that were dead moments before began to stir, and rise, taking up arms again. At this point, they were much harder to incapacitate, having already been killed. One of the necromancers that ran the cult was in the vicinity. And he was powerful. Already, all of the thirty or fourty guards that had fallen by the Seekers were back up, and attacking them.
Their only hope was to find, and kill, the necromage that was controlling their assailants.
The grounds were fenced off and gated by a twelve foot high wooden wall, tipped with poisonous barbs, and patrolled on the inside and outside by guards. Parked around the area were various different airships of all different shapes and sizes, waiting to be loaded or unloaded. The main building was where everything that was being shipped was sorted.
The facility itself was a mass of loudness and noise, which was why Fang allowed himself to clomp with abandon. The noise came from running airship engines, and machinery within the main building that was used to sort the inbound and outbound packages. For once, this mission didn't involve a specific target for him to kill (though he might have to lay waste to a few guards), but instead it was a recon mission. The facility was a trading center for magic contraban goods (mostly weapons and narcotics), and Fang's job was to find out where everything was being shipped. The irony of it all was that he didn't work for any kind of government faction. He had been commissioned by a competing organization, and their ultimate goal was sabotage of the delivery lines. Fang didn't care for any of that, however. Once he was through with gathering information, and causing a little havoc within the vicinity, his job would be finished.
Quickly, yet stealthily, Fang darted into a large, important-looking room. It had no windows, and was lit by torches on the walls. There was a large table in the center of the room, lined with chairs. A meeting room of sorts. The details of the place weren't what interested Fang though. What interested him was the large map laying conveniently on the table. It was marked with various routes and points that were marked out as destinations.
Jackpot
Fang rolled up the large piece of parchment and folded it so that it would fit into his robes. Then he channelled his magic energy, and melded into a shadow, seeping through the cracks in the wall and arriving outside.
It was at that point that all hell broke loose.
It didn't occur to Fang that there would be a magic-use detector in the facility, but then he realized that the people sorting the packages might try to steal items being shipped, or even stupidly try to use them. Whatever the case, an alarm went off, and he was surrounded by guards within seconds. It wasn't looking pretty for him. Fortunately, he'd planned to start a ruckus once he got the map. It's just that the plan was being put into motion much quicker than he would have guessed.
Though the pickle he was in might seem hopeless, it was then that the rest of the Shadow Seekers decided to rush into the area. There were only a dozen of them, but a dozen highly trained assassins working together made a very deadly force. At that point, Fang had six guards with six swords pointed all at him. Five of the six got distracted by the attack, and the last one, who was their captain, died the moment they did, the hiltless end of a black dagger pointing out of his right eye socket.
As soon as the captain hit the ground, two more guards had daggers inserted into fatal areas on their persona. And then the last three barely put up a fight as Fang danced around and over them, sending daggers flying and, at this close of a range, never missing a target. Six down, hundreds left to go. The Seekers didn't need to kill all of them, though. They just needed to set a couple of things on fire, and then get the hell out.
Fang quickly moved to meet up with the rest of his squad. None of the guards could even get close. They died wave by wave.
"Alright guys, it's time to get out of here. Let's finish it." said Fang, with a purpose. To his horror, however, he had spoken too soon. They wouldn't be leaving very easily.
Just as he finished his sentence, bodies that were dead moments before began to stir, and rise, taking up arms again. At this point, they were much harder to incapacitate, having already been killed. One of the necromancers that ran the cult was in the vicinity. And he was powerful. Already, all of the thirty or fourty guards that had fallen by the Seekers were back up, and attacking them.
Their only hope was to find, and kill, the necromage that was controlling their assailants.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Guilds (random)
"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, EVERYONE."
A booming voice sounded in the hall. Tensions had been building up for weeks. If things didn't simmer down, it would become an all out brawl between Aegis and his Elite Guard and the Shadow Seekers. Both factions stared eachother down menacingly, right on the verge of popping. And the most horrifying part of the scene was that it was smack dab in the middle of the guild hall, while the Master was away on business. Most of it had just been a power struggle, with Fang (the leader of the Shadow Seekers) proclaiming himself to be second in command, and guild leader while the Master was gone. It mostly started out as a joke, but quickly became serious when Aegis challenged Fang to a duel, the reason being to, "silence his insolent tongue."
Aegis dominated the fight, and left Fang bruised and embarassed, which started a small war within the guild. And, occuring right now, was the culmination of three weeks of foul insults, violent insults, and bad blood. Either way, it would have to end some time, why not the very day that the Master was due back in town?
"You and your guard are a fucking joke. Your only use is defending weaklings who can't handle their own shit, so they hire your cute little troop of body guards to babysit them." Fang said, flipping one of his signature black daggers in the air nimbly, using only the index and middle fingers of his right hand to toss and catch it. It was rumored that he could hit a fly from thirty feet away using those four-inch long blades.
Aegis simply stared blankly at Fang, which drew a vein to the surface of the latter's forehead. By this time the entire guild had stopped what they were doing and were all watching the excitement. The suspense in the room was utterly paralyzing. Then, very subtley, with the slightest flick of the wrist, Fang launched his dagger at Aegis' face.
Aegis expression contracted into one of pure rage in the time the dagger took to fly through the air. Perhaps only a small fraction of the people in the room noticed what happened as Aegis flexed the entirety of his intensely muscled body, and sent the dagger flying off to the side with a tiny force of pure energy, concentrated to his face, forming an invisible mask. Of course, everyone knew about Aegis' power to form energy fields about his body, and launch them in any direction he saw fit, but with the miniscule proportion he used to send the dagger off course, not many noticed, and most just assumed that Fang had actually missed his mark, including Fang. He stared in bewilderment as Aegis launched an infinitely more powerful energy field at Fang, who barely dodged the attack with a quick sidestep.
And then, it was chaos. Guildmembers scrambled to get out of the way as Guard and Seeker clashed in a battle of titanic proportions. Spirit energy coursed through the room with abandon. Fang and Aegis were at eachother's throats, hundreds of black daggers cast through the air, only to be deflected by energy fields. The battle had just gone underway, when everyone in the room froze. Literally, froze, even those in mid-air. The Master had arrived. And, even though the Guild Hall had been almost completely destroyed, he seemed more calm than usual.
Hearts stopped as the Master strode through the room. He looked around casually at the unmoving carnage, frozen in place by his power. In an instant, the energy was released, and people dropped to the floor with loud thuds and groans. The Master stepped towards Aegis and looked up at him, his small body shadowed by the giant frame of the leader of the Elite Guard.
"Clean it up." Was all that the Master said, in his deep raspy voice, as he tapped his cane on Aegis' chest. The big man nodded once, and the entire guild sprung into action, including those who weren't even involved, in an effort to fix the Guild's condition. And with that, the Master walked into the back, where his office resided, closing his door calmly with a thud.
A booming voice sounded in the hall. Tensions had been building up for weeks. If things didn't simmer down, it would become an all out brawl between Aegis and his Elite Guard and the Shadow Seekers. Both factions stared eachother down menacingly, right on the verge of popping. And the most horrifying part of the scene was that it was smack dab in the middle of the guild hall, while the Master was away on business. Most of it had just been a power struggle, with Fang (the leader of the Shadow Seekers) proclaiming himself to be second in command, and guild leader while the Master was gone. It mostly started out as a joke, but quickly became serious when Aegis challenged Fang to a duel, the reason being to, "silence his insolent tongue."
Aegis dominated the fight, and left Fang bruised and embarassed, which started a small war within the guild. And, occuring right now, was the culmination of three weeks of foul insults, violent insults, and bad blood. Either way, it would have to end some time, why not the very day that the Master was due back in town?
"You and your guard are a fucking joke. Your only use is defending weaklings who can't handle their own shit, so they hire your cute little troop of body guards to babysit them." Fang said, flipping one of his signature black daggers in the air nimbly, using only the index and middle fingers of his right hand to toss and catch it. It was rumored that he could hit a fly from thirty feet away using those four-inch long blades.
Aegis simply stared blankly at Fang, which drew a vein to the surface of the latter's forehead. By this time the entire guild had stopped what they were doing and were all watching the excitement. The suspense in the room was utterly paralyzing. Then, very subtley, with the slightest flick of the wrist, Fang launched his dagger at Aegis' face.
Aegis expression contracted into one of pure rage in the time the dagger took to fly through the air. Perhaps only a small fraction of the people in the room noticed what happened as Aegis flexed the entirety of his intensely muscled body, and sent the dagger flying off to the side with a tiny force of pure energy, concentrated to his face, forming an invisible mask. Of course, everyone knew about Aegis' power to form energy fields about his body, and launch them in any direction he saw fit, but with the miniscule proportion he used to send the dagger off course, not many noticed, and most just assumed that Fang had actually missed his mark, including Fang. He stared in bewilderment as Aegis launched an infinitely more powerful energy field at Fang, who barely dodged the attack with a quick sidestep.
And then, it was chaos. Guildmembers scrambled to get out of the way as Guard and Seeker clashed in a battle of titanic proportions. Spirit energy coursed through the room with abandon. Fang and Aegis were at eachother's throats, hundreds of black daggers cast through the air, only to be deflected by energy fields. The battle had just gone underway, when everyone in the room froze. Literally, froze, even those in mid-air. The Master had arrived. And, even though the Guild Hall had been almost completely destroyed, he seemed more calm than usual.
Hearts stopped as the Master strode through the room. He looked around casually at the unmoving carnage, frozen in place by his power. In an instant, the energy was released, and people dropped to the floor with loud thuds and groans. The Master stepped towards Aegis and looked up at him, his small body shadowed by the giant frame of the leader of the Elite Guard.
"Clean it up." Was all that the Master said, in his deep raspy voice, as he tapped his cane on Aegis' chest. The big man nodded once, and the entire guild sprung into action, including those who weren't even involved, in an effort to fix the Guild's condition. And with that, the Master walked into the back, where his office resided, closing his door calmly with a thud.
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