Across the Four Great Islands (Fantasy RP) *Now Recruiting Again*

[TikiShades]

The Arena - Outside the Waiting Room

Digging through his pockets, a few of the pieces had fallen into the crowd. Fluctuating from quick to slow, he crawled toward the pieces, and began to assemble them. Reaching for one of the limbs, Terath noticed an assailant appeared behind the grey minotaur, followed by a puff of more black smoke. The figure then began to limp, one hand holding his nose, another holding his side. Looking down, he found the last screw to his crossbow.

TAG: Zemalac

 

[Yorgmiester]

The Arena - Waiting Room

IC: Tronfros Gronintur

The four assassins disappeared as the icy wall hit them. Hmmm...it must not take much force to kill them. They were immediately replaced by four more, who charged him the moment they appeared. Two came strait towards him, the other two circled slightly to the sides. He thought he heard another materialize behind him, but there was no time to check. The others were almost on him. He braced himself, crossing his arms in front of him. At the last moment he swung his arms outward and downward as hard as he could.

The two in the middle were wiped out before their blades could strike. The other two however, managed to stab him in the sides before they too were turned into smoke. Their short knives were too small to pierce his thick hide though, and all they invoked was a small grunt.

He used the momentum to carry him forward, away from the possible attacker behind. Swiveling on one hoof, he turned around, ready for another attack. What he saw though, was not another clone assassin. The black figure limping away was holding one hand to his nose, another to his side, and was bleeding. The mage! Tronfros was about to leap after him when he heard more footsteps behind him, and spun around just in time to punch another clone out of existence. Three more were behind that one. They were wavering though, almost as if they were disappearing of their own accord. Even as braced himself a second time, two of them flickered and went out in a weak spurt of black mist. The mage is loosing his power... he is weakening. The final clone lunged at him, knife bared, and was obliterated by a swift punch.

TAG: Waiting Room Crowd

 

[TikiShades]

The Arena - Waiting Room

As the assailant turned, his eyes widened beneath his wrap. With a single puff of smoke, he was gone. Four new assassins appeared from the shadows to take the previous one's place.

TAG: Yorgmiester, Fatscalyman, Tirin, ae86gamer

 

[Zemalac]

The Arena - Waiting Room Doorway

IC: Terath D'Arigan

Huh. That was strange.

He'd thought that the assassins were vanishing and then reappearing without wounds somehow, but this figure behind the grey minotaur had just appeared and was already clutching its face and side.

Strange.

Terath fumbled through his pockets for a moment before he found a case of crossbow bolts. He selected a fowler head, rounded and lightly padded with leather. He didn't want to kill the assassin quite yet.

He pushed the lever back until it clicked the string into place, got the bolt into the slot on the second try, and brought the crossbow to his shoulder. The tip was weaving all over the room as he tried to aim.

Note to self: don't drink so much next time.

He took two quiet steps forward and carefully put the point of the bolt about five inches from the back of the assassin's head. With any luck he wouldn't be noticed until he'd pulled the trigger.

He didn't think he'd been noticed.

Pull the trigger slowly, no hurry...

Aaaaaand the assassin vanished again. Wonderful.

Terath stopped just short of pulling the trigger and scanned the room. The wounded assassin would be back, and then Terath would shoot him. It was a perfect plan.

TAG: Tiki, possibly the Waiting Room Crowd if you're looking in my direction

 

[Debatra]

IC: Public Library

Debatra Fallin wanders the shelves, not looking for anything in particular, when something catches his eye.

The War of Arcana

Remembering something he'd heard about the book, he takes it to the front desk to check out.

TAG: Tiki

 

[TikiShades]

The Arena - Waiting Room

IC: Olm

The realization came to him with a laugh. "You... you're insulting!" he sneered. "I've figured out your trick. There's only one of you, and the rest are illusions. I first wondered how your illusions were able to hold physical weapons and hurt people, but then I realized that they weren't. YOU were! You run around with your clones, and simply swap places with a clone in a puff of smoke before you get hurt."

Olm took a lantern off of the wall, opening up the oil hatch. "When one dies, you summon another one from the shadows. It's a basic Warden trick." Olm shattered the glass, letting the shards stab into the ground. "I'm an ELF! WE CREATED THE WARDENS!" Olm took a swig of oil, then sprayed it through the open lantern flame, shooting fire like a dragon into the nearest clone. The clone disappeared in the light. Olm threw a chair near the shadows as a clone began to came out, breathing it on fire. The shadows and the clone disappeared. Olm took another swig of oil and continued to disperse the clones and the shadows, until the entire room was illuminated. One assassin was left, stunned and looked around frantically. Black puffs of smoke formed around him repeatedly, but he did not budge from his position.

"You cannot hide from me now!" Olm then kneeled, drawing a pentagram with chalk around him, and began to chant.

"Man of lumber,
Come atone.
Treat this forest
As your own!"

With a single motion, he jumped out of the circle, now glowing, and slammed his hand down. "Summoning: Treewarden!" A tree formed from the pentagram, as a silhouette-shaped wooden man protruded from it. It extended out a hand, as a wooden spear shot out of it, stabbing the hood of the assassin, pinning him to the wall. The body suddenly gassed, as rocks began to fall from where the assailant once layed. A whoosh of air blew through, and shut the door.

***
IC: Narrator

If you had been a man with good eyes like Olm, you would have seen a familiar figure carry the barely living assailant away. But even Olm was too stunned at the replacement trick to notice the familiar face escape, kill the assailant, and then swap his clothing to become the Town Crier once more.

TAG: Fatscalyman, Tirin, ae86gamer, Zelamac, Yorgmiester

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The Galath Library

IC: Librarian

The librarian takes the book from Debatra's hands, putting a stamp onto the back. The stamp glowed blue, showing a clock and a glyph. "You have the week to return the book. If you do not, this book will be returned by this glyph after exploding for your insolence. So don't lose it." he warned, looking at you expectantly.

TAG: Debatra

 

[Debatra]

Galath Library- Front Desk

IC: Debatra Fallin

"Don't worry; a book is always safe with me."

Debatra walks out of the Library and down the road, flipping through the book.

TAG: Tiki

Spoiler: OOC

I know they're a bit short, but I'm just warming up.(that, and not much else could happen in that particular setting)

 

[TikiShades]

Galath - Town Square

As Debatra is flipping through the book, a black envelope falls out of the pages. No one seems to notice, and there's something rectangular bulging in the middle.

TAG: Debatra

 

[Zemalac]

The Arena - Waiting Room

IC: Terath D'Arigan

So...the elf was going crazy and summoning a storm of magic. That was interesting.

What was more interesting was what he had said about the assassin. It made sense, in a way, though it seemed a lot of trouble to do something that could have been just as easily accomplished with a small crossbow or a well-placed knife. There were easier ways to kill people than messing with illusions and stuff.

Terath shook his head. These Enlis people were crazy, every one of them. Best be leaving before they got strange ideas about him. It looked like the assassin wasn't anywhere to be seen, so no chance of starting in on the Black Dusk quite yet. Maybe later, after he'd had a good sleep.

Later, he'd start asking questions. Yeah.

At the moment, though, he really ought to be going. He sidled towards the door and nudged it open, taking a last look around the room before vanishing into the evening air. Pity, really, that the assassin had been killed like that.

TAG: Tiki

 

[TikiShades]

Galath Town Square

IC: Jimmy the Quick

Dammit! That traitor! Jimmy scowled, carrying the body of the assassin by the neck. My clone should do fine for a while. Now to just get rid of the evidence... Jimmy looked around, scouting atop the Speared-Grape Inn across the road from the Arena, making sure to keep low.

His eyes spotted upon the Forging Twins shop, giving him an idea. Pulling out a crossbow, he lined a bolt to the cloth that hung above the outdoor shop. Jimmy fired the bolt, which burst to flame upon release, and caught the tent on fire. Almost immediately, the Forging Twins, Forgefire and McCain, began to holler and ran to get water. Jimmy threw the body with his strength, releasing a second bolt with lightning speed through his heart, pinning him against the wall.

As the crowd began to react to the fire, Jimmy hid behind the chimney of the Inn, disappearing with a puff of black smoke.

TAG: Zelamac and Debatra

 

[ae86gamer]

The Arena - Waiting Room

IC: Freya

Freya looked in awe as the others in the waiting room quickly disposed of the assassins. The entire time she did nothing but clench her sword until her knuckles turned snow white. She was shaking, the years of practice fighting never prepared her for the real thing.

These men fought so easily. It was second nature to them. But I... I didn't even move. If this is what is needed of me then I fear the worst.

Freya eventually let go of her sword and placed her hand on an amulet around her neck.

I must be strong. For my tribe.

TAG:The waiting room crowd.

 

[Debatra]

Galath - Town Square

IC: Debatra Fallin

Debatra picks up the envelope and, just as he's about to open it, notices the fire. He places the envelope in the page it fell from and the book into his bag, and runs toward the flame. As he approaches, he attempts to absorb the fire into his body.

Being unable to absorb the flame, Debatra flies off to help get water. He sees a man sitting next to a well, looking bored.

"Fire!" he shouts at the man, "Fire in the Town Square!" The two of them each get as much water as they can carry and make their ways to the square, Debatra flying ahead while the man, quicker than most, ran around the corner.

TAG: Tiki, everyone at the fire and everyone Debatra passed on the way to the well.

 

[TikiShades]

The Arena - Waiting Room

IC: Olm

Wiping off the soot and spitting out the remaining oil from his mouth distastefully, Olm goes to the wall, picking up the black mask that lay pinnd on the wall. The mask felt like a silk, and had a pair of goggles hidden under it.

TAG: Tirin, Fatscalyman, Yorgmiester, ae86gamer

 

[TikiShades]

Spoiler: *cough*

Post?

 

[Zemalac]

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry about not posting for a while--been taking exams and stuff. I should have more time now.

Galath - Town Square

IC: Terath D'Arigan

Terath looked up, squinting at the crowd. He could have sworn he'd heard something, thudding into a nearby building...

"Fire! Fire in the town square!" Yeah, that might be what he'd heard, though he didn't really think so...

It took him a moment to realize what had been shouted, and another moment for orders from his brain to reach through the alcoholic fog and command his limbs. It didn't go as he'd planned. The combination of drunkeness, suddenly panicked crowd and sudden orange glare from the flames served to send him careening into a wall. Fortunately enough, that wall was near the fire, or more specifically near the human chain that was forming to bring water from a nearby well. He joined the chain, recieving only one brief odd look at the crossbow slung under his arm before a bucket was shoved into his hands.

He didn't spill too much water, which was surprising considering his level of intoxication, and he managed to pass the bucket along with a minimum of commotion. The middle of the water chain was a good spot to be, he decided. The people up at the front had a hard job, deciding where to throw the water to put out the fire. Terath didn't think he could do that. He was much better at setting fires than putting them out.

TAG: Tiki, people putting out the fire

 

[Yorgmiester]

The Arena - Waiting Room

IC: Tronfros Gronintur

Tronfros watched as the elf danced quickly about the room, driving out the shadows with bursts of oil-fueled fire. As all the darkness in the room steadily dissipated, the cloned assassins flickered out. Finally there was only one left, cowering against a wall, his hand on his bleeding side.

His gaze darted wildly about, looking desperately for some route of escape. The elf approached him. Then he did something unexpected. He drew a pentagram on the ground, and sat down in hit, then recited a chant. He quickly stepped out as a tree grew from the circle, and a tree-nral formed from it. A spear shot out from it's hand and stabbed into the assassin's hood, pinning him to the wall.

What was the point of that... a sword would have worked just as-

Tronfros' thoughts were suddenly cut off as he beheld the body disintegrate into a puddle of rocks. In almost the same instant, a shape whizzed by. His eyes locked onto the form of a man carrying the assassin's body, the details he could not quite make out. In the next moment it was gone, the door shutting behind it.

He looked back at the elf, who was staring at the pile of clothes where the assasin had been, along with most of the people in the room. He should have just killed it when he could. Tronfros sighed, and rolled his shoulders, shaking off the stress of battle. He feared that he had just gotten himself into something much bigger than he wanted. It would mean trouble for him. He strode towards the elf, who was now kneeling by the pile of robes, examining the mask. He stopped a few feet behind him, looking down at the mask curiously.

"Why did he attack you, elf?"

TAG: Tiki, Waiting Room crowd

 

[Yorgmiester]

Spoiler: OOC

Errr...

 

[Yorgmiester]

Spoiler: OOC

I guess this rp is over?

 

[Debatra]

Spoiler: OOC

I'm just waiting for Tiki

 

[TikiShades]

Spoiler: OMG

I'M SO SORRY!! :'( I had final exams and then I forgot this was going. Don't hate me!