Expanse: The City Reboot (Dark Fantasy Epic) Main Thread (Open, Started)

[DragonofDecay86]

Vincet - Greycobble Fountain

Vincent sat looking out the window of an abandoned building. Just one of many surrounding Greycobble Fountain, the plaza which had once been full of life now bleak and barren. Cracks marred the beauty of the plaza, while a large chunk of the fountain was missing. Water no longer flowed freely, and dirt and weeds had sprung up in its place. Vincent sat in the window of one of the buildings near his post at the exit of the plaza. This was supposed to be the place their target was to leave through when he passed by this way. Vincent held the map in his left hand, and a whetstone in his right, having pulled out the map one more time to finalize a plan of action once their target was in sight.

After marking a few more things for use later, he folded up his map and put it away in his bag. Vincent had tethered his horse downstairs and had given him a bag of feed to keep him settled until their hunt was over. Vincent grabbed the blade he had set aside and continued sharpening it, wanting it to cut through the Mage like he was butter. Vincent gazed out into the darkening sky, the last rays of sunlight hitting rooftops and creating jagged shadows in the plaza. When night fell, Vincent would have more fun than he had been able to have in a long time.

 

[CrazyBlaze]

Shook the Father's hand vigorously. "I'm currently living in Tabulath but I am on the move a lot. I don't have any magical abilities but I am one of the best swordsman that you will ever see in a place like this," Telnor rattled off. "I am the head of a faction though. It is quickly growing and will soon rival the size of the Red Stains," Telnor lied. "Of course we are going to be a lot more nicer than they are. Not so much blood and gore and more sunshine and bunnies."

Quickly grabbing four wine glasses from a passing waiter, he handed one to everyone in the group. "I propose a toast. To growing factions and budding relationships let everything prosper."

 

[tobi the good boy]

Lucian released the knotted reins that he held loosely in his pale hands, letting them fall into the silver mane of his gargantuan steed. Gilbert, the beast; responded in kind with a subtle shake of the head, enjoying the freedom from his master's command.
Comfortable that his horse was calm and at a halt, Lucian gripped a small handle at the front of his saddle and lifted himself off of his mount, landing gracefully atop the stone pathways that governed the streets of Tabulath. and brushing the grey coat of his faithful companion.

"Thank you." Lucian mused as he passed the hooded boy positioned idly at the forefront of the last open store in the district. With a quick brush of the tangles that masked his gaze Grey sauntered through the wooden opening to the store before him, ringing the tiny bell fastened just above the doorway.

"Anyone here?"

 

[Korten12]

Clerk ? Tabulath

The clerk of the store saw the man walk in. ?Yes we?re here. Is there something you need?? There was something off about the man but the clerk didn?t let it show that they thought that.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Lucian scanned the store clerk over with his golden snake-like stare, He was wearing a tailor's garb covered in various pockets filled with an assortment of instruments ranging from spools of coloured threads to sharp glistening scissors and blades, all tools of his trade. It was three steps past that mahogany doorway before Lucian noticed that his amulet the Mage Hunters had given him all those years ago was still alight with an ominous glow feeding off the residual magical energy rich in the air.

"Aye, I'm looking for a nice piece of head wear, would you be so kind as to point me in the right direction?" Lucian's grin was in full bloom. He had already concluded by the amount of glow the crystal was giving off that there was more than one mage within the immediate area, He would have to tread lightly to avoid any unwanted conflict.

 

[Technetium]

Alto D'Escartes - Harold Nelehem's Estate - Grim

Alto laughed. "Quite the contradiction, aren't I? I focus on you, because you are simply out of place." Alto's eyes turned to a cold, piercing stare. "One of you reeks of the smell of impending death. Anyway, let's take this outside then shall we? I wouldn't want to interrupt your plans." Knowing full well what the consequences might be, Alto stepped outside.

 

[CrazyBlaze]

Telnor-Grim- Party

"Oh you know this and that. You see someone and it just sort of all falls into place. But I am a horrible story teller. Why don't you tell them darling?"

 

[FinalDream]

Scarlett Verneer - Harold Nelehem's Estate - Grim

Caught in a draft, the light of the flickering torch danced across the bathroom, casting it?s frail light into the otherwise damp gloom. The rotted wooden decor looked to be as old as the house itself and the peeling lime green paint that had once covered the walls had all but vanished. Scarlett Verneer reached out to the old mirror hanging on the wall above the sink and rubbed away the thick layer of dust that clung to it. She peered into the glass. Her ageing reflection looked haunted and Scarlett resigned herself to growing old once more. She could certainty feel it. Even though she was only thirty four and had yet to receive a single grey hair. Her reflexes were slowing, her mind was becoming more distracted and she was beginning to tire of life. Sooner or later she would make a vital mistake and the Red Stain would catch up to her, knives at the ready. The young blood was always eager to take her crown. Maybe this was a sign for retirement?

Scarlett looked down into the grotty sink, placing her hands down on either side and shook her head, sure maybe in Red Stain years she was getting old but her life was still in it?s prime, she could take many more contracts before her talent for death was spent. Besides what would she do in retirement? Although, if she waited too long then she would be too old for children. Scarlett looked back into the mirror and caught the questioning glance of her reflection. Did she want a family? What kind of a mother would she be? Would she repeat the history of her own mother and leave a child abandoned? No, that was unfair, she had been murdered after the birth to hide the fact Scarlett hailed from noble northern blood. Then would her own past endanger the lives of her future family?

There were just too many questions right now and pushing all distracting thoughts from her mind Scarlett turned the rusted metal tap. The pipes groaned and strained with the pressure before coughing out a mirky brown liquid. Leaving it to run for a while Scarlett watched the water clear as the residue of the neglect, still trapped in the pipes, begun to wash away. Cupping her hands she splashed the cold water on her face and neck.

Not long now.

 

[Korten12]

Clerk ? Tabulath

?Yes, follow me.? And the clerk lead the man through what was like a maze of clothing until they reached a room, full of various hats of kinds. So many in fact that they were like Snow Flakes, none are alike.

The Clerk clapped his hands. ?Alright, pick which hat you want. Bring it to me and we shall work out a deal.? With that he left the man alone.

That man is a Mage Hunter, I can tell. Should I tell Yias?

 

[tobi the good boy]

Lucian slivered through the labyrinthine shelves, remaining a constant two strides behind the clerk that greeted him upon entry. To his surprise the store ended up being far more extensive than he had first deduced from his quick glance through those crystal clear windows at the stores front, each winding corridor of stands and shelves littered with various attires and accessories from all different styles of make.

This place is huge!

Lucian's serpentine eyes darted to and fro as the curator pointed out the various pieces of headwear that they passed along their journey like some pretentious museum of velvet, cotton and wool. Eventually the pair came to an halt at a wall that rose high above Lucian's brow. At this dead end, fitted on small rods that jutted out like spikes, was a plethora of hats, face masks and even one or two helmets for customers to try one and purchase.

"Lets see..." Lucian vigorously rummaged through the collection, irradiated with an aura of childlike enthusiasm, only stopping every now and then to try on an item; each one more preposterous in appearance than the last, until finally a gasp filled the thick perfumed parlour.

"It's absolutely amazing!" Lucian chanted to the emotionless figure that stood at his side, obviously trying to remain as professional as possible. Grey lifted a strange black hat from the hooked wall and rested it aloft his silver strands. Moving swiftly to the mirror he had passed on their journey to his prize, and with clerk in pursuit, he made a few quick poses ranging from the absurd to the downright stupid.

"I'll take it!" He chimed before removing his soon to be acquired headpiece. The hat was, for all intensive purposes, hideous. It looked as if a taller (more impressive) hat hand been taken and crushed in a vice with uneven ripples of fabric rising from the cap. The brim was fairly wide; enough to hide ones eye's if pulled low, and at its peak; it donned a long ribbon-like accessory seamlessly stitched into it's design that fell behind the wearer.

Spoiler: Picture for reference

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Vergil Crawford/Dante Moreau - Garden's of Harold Nehelem's Estate - Grim

Vergil lowered his sabre and proceeded to follow Alto, Sera, and Tear out into the gardens at the back of the estate. After he made sure Sera and Tear were somewhere safe in the gardens, he returned to face Alto, who had his blades drawn and adopted a fighting stance that matched his personality and weaponry. He thought to himself 'Dual blade stance, this will be interesting, but no matter, I can match'. He then pulled the dagger from his right boot and proceeded to sharpen his sabre with it. After this he called out to his opponent.

"Your quarry is with me Mage! The ladies have nothing to do with it, after all, you spent so much time focusing on me." He shouted towards Alto, catching his attention in the process. He then raised his sabre and pointed it towards Alto, reorganizing his foot positioning to help distribute speed and power to both weapons, and making sure that his hidden wrist blade was covered by the fabric of his suit and trench coat.

 

[FinalDream]

Alto - Garden's of Harold Nehelem's Estate - Grim

?Really? Somehow I very much doubt that.? Alto remarked. ?But your right, you are the one I want.?

Alto stepped forward and unsheathed both his swords, they glistened in the pale moonlight as he swung, arcing downwards at Vergil?s head.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Vergil managed to block both blades with his sabre. He then swiftly applied a kick to Alto's abdomen, knocking him back, but still standing. Vergil then rushed to try and cut Alto with a sideswipe with his sabre.

 

[FinalDream]

Alto - Garden's of Harold Nehelem's Estate - Grim

Alto vanished in a cloud of smoke. The blade cut through a haze of mist in his absence and for a moment Vergil swung too far and lost a little balance. Teleporting behind Vergil Alto reappeared and applied a hard kick to his back, knocking Vergil forward.

?Is this all? I expected, well more, I must say!? He smiled. ?How disappointing.?

Thrusting forward with one blade, the other ready to defend, Alto aimed to skewer Vergil on the outstretched steel sword.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Vergil gently rolled along the floor, he managed to quickly turn around and block the oncoming sword thrust.

"Clever boy!" Vergil smirked. "Using your abilities for tactical advantage, but try this!". Whilst distracting Alto with the compliment, he gave him a quick cut across Alto's left shin with his dagger.

 

[FinalDream]

Alto - Garden's of Harold Nehelem's Estate - Grim

Alto cried out into the night as the blade swept across his left shin and drew blood. Kneeling down he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes for a moment. The air around him grew darker with hues of deep purple rippling through like water. A smile widening across his face Alto unleashed his magic and a circle of eight shadowy figures appeared around Vergil, Alto disguised as one.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Nice try boy! But you forget I possess abilities of my own!" Vergil called out to the doppelgängers. He then engaged Hidden Sight, so he could distinguished the real Alto from the forgeries. He sensed a blade from behind him and quickly struck the figure in the chest with his sabre, preparing his dagger for the counter-attack.

 

[FinalDream]

Sera - Garden's of Harold Nehelem's Estate - Grim

Sera reached out and grabbed Tears shoulder to stop her from interfering. Surprised by the use of ancient magic she was confident Vergil could overcome his opponent.

?Stay back Tear, this is something Vergil must do on his own.?