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Post by Treijim on Dec 20, 2006 21:49:33 GMT 9.5
Now that the tavern's focus was on Ignatius, he stared down with his white eyes like an old statue, built by masters of stone thousands of years before. His stature was like that of a powerful king looking down on his servants. He was probably thinking a very similar thing.
"Mmm," he said, drawing out his verbal thought. "Listen to me." He was talking to the entire tavern now. "The thing that just left is an invader. We cannot let it leave the city." The men nodded in agreement. He had their minds already. Some even began to head for the door.
Ignatius knew very well what it was. It wasn't just a man, or some magical figure, it was a Karithian. Quite capable of killing a dozen men single-handedly, Ignatius knew better than to take it on himself. Still, he did want something the beast had, and he clearly was ready to risk lives of strangers to get it. He looked back down at Garrol as though waiting for the man to say something.
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 20, 2006 22:02:09 GMT 9.5
The hulk stopped at an intersection in the bazaar. Some people shouting some way off. Forward was a wall, to the left was a dead end and to the left the path kept on going so he ran down that road. This path was also a dead end so the great beast crouched and then launched its bulk up into one of the windows on the side, making a huge crash. The beast quickly turned around and made a rattling sound. The window then reshaped itself to lok at though it was never broken. It then hid in the shadow of the building.
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 21, 2006 3:15:53 GMT 9.5
Garrol glared at the remaining patrons, sneering just a little more then the result of the scar. "Gr'on. Yeh heard the man. Git goin' it can' ave gotten far." He caught one young man by the collar of his tunic as he headed for the door. "You. See if yeh can roun' up a spell tossa, them things have magic." He then shoved the youth toward the door and leant to pick up his crutch, then folded his arms and leant on it, watching Ignatius
"Huntin' eh?"
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Post by Treijim on Dec 21, 2006 9:28:56 GMT 9.5
"Hunting," Ignatius repeated. "Indeed. That Karithia has something I want and it cannot be removed unless that beast has had the last breath drawn from its crusty hide. You're not going to join the hunt, old man?" Instead of trying to manipulate Garrol with his voice, it was more of a simple question. "Or will your followers do your dirty work for you, as always?"
He walked down the stairs and towards him, now that the tavern was empty. "I still know how to clear a room..."
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 21, 2006 9:46:42 GMT 9.5
The large beast still in the dark shadows of the building interior. More voices and footsteps were audible, thought this time much closer than before. They were right outside the building wondering where the beast had gone. With their below average intelligence from all the fighting they've done over the years, it was not an easy task.
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 21, 2006 18:47:54 GMT 9.5
Garrol remained leaning on his crutch for a moment, considering perhaps. "Well, they probably can't find it with out me." He proposed. How Garrol could know he'd be able to find the Karithina, perhaps it was just a confidence thing.
"How about you?" He then started out the door and whistled. At his signal three boys came from the remaining crowd. "Which way did it go?" The three boys looked at each other.
"D. Down T. Tarrin l. lane." Stammered one.
"Th. then it v.vanished." Added another. They were scared of something but was it Garrol or Ignatius.
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Post by Treijim on Dec 21, 2006 19:16:06 GMT 9.5
Ignatius came up behind Garrol and glanced at the kids before looking around the street. Tarrin Lane went off to the left from the main road they were on. The crowd of armed men had begun to spread far and wide, though they weren't checking in houses just yet.
"You remember how I came here looking for an 'ingredient' a few weeks ago?" he asked Garrol. "I need another, and I heard Karithians were coming here lately. It's just a shame their hair doesn't moult, or it would make this job so much easier." He then scoffed and they walked down towards the lane. "But then, it's no fun if no blood is spilt, is it?"
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 21, 2006 19:45:23 GMT 9.5
The karithian stood from the shadows, taking a deep breath and walking forward a step or two before glancing out the window. The armed men couldn't be heard anymore and it was dead silent. The beast decided to check around this building and see if their was another way out or a better place to hide.
The building looked to be mainly for storage as it was filled with wooden crates and barrels. The floors and walls were both made of stone and some of the windows were boarded. The beast found some stairs and climbed them slowly, listening carefully for any humans. Though the building appeared to be empty. Upstairs there were a couple of doorways pressumably leading to other rooms. The Karithian opened the door opposite the stairway. There was a small balcony through the door and the beast crept to the edge, looking down at the ground. Some men ran past with weapons drawn and it quickly hid. After a minute or so it resumed it's position. Opposite the balcony there was a roof of another building. It looked down at the ground again and judged the distance. It then walked to the stairway, took a breath and ran for the window, flinging it's great mass into the air and colliding onto the roof with a thud.
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 22, 2006 4:13:47 GMT 9.5
Garrol chuckled. "So long's ah get me cut li'e the las time... ah don' much care." He said.
The 'old' man man must have heard something heavy thud onto a nearby roof because he suddenly looked up and around. "d**n things gone up." In a show of agility that somewhat belied his apparent age, Garrol clambered up a pile of junk stacked against a wall and pulled himself up to the roof of that building. He headed for the highest point looking around cautiously and spotted the hulk on a nearby roof.
He looked down to the maze of streets and lanes then gave his shrill whistle again, this time to get the attention of some of the men who had fanned out to search.
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Post by Treijim on Dec 22, 2006 9:34:25 GMT 9.5
Ignatius watched all the while, with that same smirk etched into his face. Because his eyes were just white, nobody could really tell where he was looking. He appeared behind Garrol and joined him in his scan. He may have jumped up. He may have climbed up. Nobody saw him move, so nobody could say.
"He's right there," Ignatius said, pointing a thin finger. He yelled to some men who were climbing up already. "GET HIM YOU FOOLS!!"
One of the men seemed very eagre to attack something. With a wide scimitar in his hand, he ran at the giant tower of armoured plates and fur and jumped with a vertical swing.
[Mmkay, Xen, time to fight. These are brigands so they're no trouble for you... as long as you don't get cut.]
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 22, 2006 9:49:46 GMT 9.5
The great beast quickly glanced aside the sword with the armour on his left arm and thrust his right fist towards his stomach.
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 22, 2006 10:04:06 GMT 9.5
Garrol ran along the roof he was on and turned a corner when the building did then jumped to the slightly higher roof of the building right beside it. Looking down once more he spotted another group of the armed men from the Tavern and whistled again to get their attention before rejoining Ignatius.
"Is there anywhere them things don' haf armor?" He asked as he pulled out his dagger and a vial of something sickly yellow which he then carefully ran into a groove along the blade. It clung to the groove like the blade was coated with something that prevented the yellow fluid just dripping off.
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Post by Treijim on Dec 22, 2006 10:31:10 GMT 9.5
The giant fist hit the bandit dead-centre and sent him flying off of the roof, not before colliding with another bandit. Talk about killing two birds with one stone... fist. The next bandit backed away and drew a crossbow, conveniently loaded. He fired a bolt right at the beast. Though it probably wouldn't do much damage, there was a very low chance the beast had time to block this attack.
"Yes," Ignatius said. "But all Karithians are different. The armour grows on almost any part of their body randomly. The older they are, the more plates they have. We have no way of seeing where this one is armoured without drawing off its rags."
He then turned to Garrol and watched him. "You're going to try and poison it?"
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 22, 2006 11:07:17 GMT 9.5
While the beast was recovering from the punch, the bolt from the crossbow wedged itself in the Karithians forearm, forcing a grunt. The beast ripped it out before it was even in there a minute. It then spotted the man with the crossbow and charged for him before he had time to reload another bolt.
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 22, 2006 11:25:49 GMT 9.5
"Concentrated venom from a giant scorpion." Garrol commented as he tucked the vial away. "Neuro-toxin. Probably won't kill it but it might slow it down a bit." Then he nodded. "Try'd be the righ' word." He kept his eye focused on the spot where the bolt from the crossbow hit then edged closer to the edge of the roof he was on, calculating the angle and distance before throwing the dagger.
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