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Post by Volcot on May 24, 2006 3:48:29 GMT -5
*The air around becomes cold and misirable. The sky grew black, lighting shooting across the sky every few seconds. A portal opens, a man steps out, as the portal closed you could see a glimpse of what looked like hell. He was wearing a simple traverlers cloak, hood raised, a pendent around his neck, and a old walking stick. This man looked as harmless as a bunny, yet struck fear in every one around. He would walk to the edge of the road before stoping. Looking around he removed his hood to reveal himself. There stood Volcot, a Black Angel. You could see he has been attacked, he was in war with hell or what most humans would refer to as hell. He was in his home land, after it was attacked demons swarmed in by the thousands. The Drow could not hold him off and had clalled for there old God to help. he now has returned to seek his past again after all it was here he found the Temple he was born in.
He would make his wat to the tavern. Walking up to the barkeep he asked for his ale and went and sat fire the fire. After enjoying a few hours of conversation with the locals he went off to find some one.*
((ooc ne1 welcome to join))
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Post by Raistlin on May 27, 2006 17:54:00 GMT -5
*Peering out from the shadows of his hood, Raistlin saw Volcot emerge from the portal. When Volcot removed his hood Raistlin dropped his jaw in shock.*
"I've seen that man before, but he's not supposed to be here. How could he have survived?"
*Raistlin follows him to a tavern and sees him talking to the locals. Raistlin finds a table near the door. It's the only table near the door, but its occupied.*
~Raises left hand~
*Pointing at the people at the table he waves his staff, which was golden with a cristal ball on top held in a dragon's claw.*
"Zafa loh naf trahl."
~The people dissapear from the table.~
*He sits in a chair and waits for Volcot to walk by.*
"Good sir, might you join me for a drink adn an exchange of words? I'm buying."
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Post by Volcot on May 27, 2006 22:57:31 GMT -5
*As he was walking out the door he was stoped by Raistlin. As he sat down he would inquire about the words he wanted to ask him.*
Hello good Sir, a free ale is good enough reason to have a chat. What is it you are intrested in?
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Post by YungGun on May 28, 2006 10:03:45 GMT -5
Yung Gun sat in a dark corner of the tavern and quitely drank his ale. Yung Gun watched the wizard come in with curiosty. He whispered some words and the people from the table disapperad.
*This should be intresting.........*
Yung Gun then saw the wizard offer a man a drink.
*Maybe i should sit here and wait a little..................*
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Post by Deuze on May 28, 2006 19:51:08 GMT -5
".... Seems to be pretty full tonight...."
A Creaking sort of sound was heard as the handle to the tavern was being turned. With a gentle sigh, he pressed forward and opened the tavern door, letting a rush of cool air back into it. He lowered himself as he walked through the door. A Large, Cloth draped object hung over his right shoulder. With a slight shift of his body, he was able to close the door. However, because he was carrying such a large object, he had to almost press himself against the ground. With each step he took towards the counter, his armored leggings would jangle somewhat. Obviously, they were not tied on correctly.
"Some bread please...."
His voice, still gentle like the air he had exhaled. He reached into a small pouch and removed some coins. He placed them upon the bar. The bar keep, though hesitant, Complied. He took the coins, then handed some bread over to the strange man. He took the bread, then lowered his head in thanks. He turned his head to quickly scan the bar. The result, not to many people were there though he would prefer to be at a more secluded table. And with that thought, He turned to Yung's table and began to approach it. He set the object against the wall, then sat down. He placed the bread upon the table:
"I will leave if you find me intruding, However, this seems to be the only table to my prefrence..."
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Post by YungGun on May 28, 2006 21:34:20 GMT -5
Yung Gun smiled at him.
"Yeah. You could stay."
Yung Gun drank some more ale. He then looked into the creature's eyes.
"Im Yung Gun.........So who.......what are you?"
Yung Gun drank again hoping not to offened the creature.
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Post by Deuze on May 31, 2006 0:06:10 GMT -5
"Me?...Haaa....."
The Draconian exhaled as his eyes traced a crack in the table up to the man who sat opposite of him. He was confused ever so slightly about his welcoming, but then embraced it
"I am the one known as Deuze...And... Would you care if I asked you to partake in this feast of bread?"
He raised his brow as he looked at Yung Gun. A smile seemed to cross his maw as he reached down and picked up a piece of bread.
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Post by YungGun on May 31, 2006 8:18:51 GMT -5
*Bread. who offers bread? oh well.........*
Yung Gun looked at the bread and nooded his head. He then stuck his hand out to take some of the bread.
"So what brings you to this town, my oversized friend?"
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Post by Raistlin on Jun 1, 2006 21:06:24 GMT -5
"Buying a round of ale is of no inconvinience to me. I must know what has happened. I have no doubt that you are a black angel. I saw your interesting entrance. I have traveled through many worlds and many dimentions. You are looking for someone, aren't you?"
*Raistlin stares deeply into Volcots eyes. It seems to him that he may not believe him.*
"I have great power and I'm interested in helping you. I can tell you search. No black angels walk the Earth without a purpose. Might I ask you to indulge me in your tale? My skills may proove usefull to you."
*He sits back in his chair and slips his hands into his sleeves. A bar maid arrives with a mug of steaming hot water that Raistlin places herbs in. The smell is awful, but he drinks it without a hint of bother.*
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Post by Deuze on Jun 3, 2006 0:38:35 GMT -5
He looked down at his bread for a moment. His eyes slowly traced upwards to the Face of Yung
"What brings me here? Haa.... Work I would say....you see... I am a mercenary, a fighter for hire....but.... I am also a Clergy man....being raised by a father who was of the cloth."
He took another bite of the bread, but his eyes remained locked on Yung
"Hmmm....And what would bring you to this place my height Deficient friend? I kid... But please, Tell me of your story."
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Post by YungGun on Jun 7, 2006 21:53:07 GMT -5
Yung Gun shakes his head and laughs.
"I dont know my story......I woke up one day in forest and i couldnt remember anything. All i had was a tatto on my neck and a black robe that conceled my body. So i travel to find out what the hell happened...."
Yung Gun ate some bread and leaned back in his chair.
"I dont know why i came to this town. It just seems like a waist of my time......"
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Post by Minion on Jun 9, 2006 16:30:58 GMT -5
~Staring from a hill top Minion servays the area.~
"Town look nice for slauter. Me go tell the others."
~He turns around to report to his pack.~
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Post by Deuze on Jun 10, 2006 17:57:55 GMT -5
Deuze thought to himself for a moment. His ears twitching twice before he regained his senses
"Interesting...Well.... May I ask if you are in need of a Body Guard?"
He turned to a window but kept his attention at Yung
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Post by YungGun on Jun 11, 2006 14:02:53 GMT -5
Yung Gun laughed at Deuze's words.
"I dont need a body care. I'm not scared of anybody"
Yung Gun watched a fly over his head
"But i could always use a helping hand"
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Post by Deuze on Aug 15, 2006 3:20:11 GMT -5
Deuze Smiled upon hearing those words.
"A helping hand you say.... Hehehe.... My friend, If you need a hand, Just ask. I would be more than happy to let you borrow both."
He returned his attention to yung
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