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Post by Treijim on Dec 22, 2006 14:52:37 GMT 9.5
"Karithians may be large and brutish," Ignatius said. "But they have great senses. They can smell fear, anger, suspicion, jot, and many other things." He walked to the edge beside Garrol and looked across. "You're too confident. He can smell it. He'll know you're here, and you don't want him to come for us... do you?"
The crossbowman realised his bolt had done nothing and drew daggers, but the Karithian's bison-like head butted into him and he flew off the roof also. More bandits were climbing up nearby in the meantime.
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 22, 2006 17:40:19 GMT 9.5
The Karithian halted once ramming the soldier off the edge and stood, looking at Ignatius and Garrol. It then looked at the balcony it jumped off and then the opposite way. It was deciding whether to do something about those two men or keep running the way it was heading. It heard some more men climbing up one of the walls. That same rattling sound came from under its cloaks and the wall at which the men were climbing started to rise in temperature, making it very hot.
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 22, 2006 18:36:28 GMT 9.5
Garrol removed the vial once more and tapped the very tip of the blade in the opening and the blade rang briefly then the poison just ran from the groove, back into the vial. He capped the vial and tucked it away again then stashed the dagger away as well.
He looked from the Karithian to Ignatius. "Your ingredients are always difficult to get. You know that don't you."
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Post by Treijim on Dec 23, 2006 9:14:37 GMT 9.5
Ignatius didn't respond. He could feel a portion of the heat the bandits felt but not much.
"This one's a tough one. A shaman, apparently. I wonder how strong his mind is." He walked to the edge of the building and leant across. "You there! Karithian! Come here!"
His voice had that curled edge to it that implied it was one of his mind-control tricks. He waited to see if this particular Karithian would obey. Some did, some didn't. The men had run away in fear.
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 23, 2006 10:14:35 GMT 9.5
The Karithian looked up at Ignatius and snorted. It eyed him oddly and started to walk towards the edge of the other building, turning into a run. When it reached the edge it jumped across and landed with a thud. It got up and looked at Ignatius, as though waiting for something.
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 23, 2006 10:27:16 GMT 9.5
Garrol setpped back a bit when he felt the heat from the wall but didn't seem all that put off by the heat, years of living in the vicinity of a desert more then likely. The other reason for stepping back of course is to give the Karithian ample space to make it's landing after jumping across to them.
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Post by Treijim on Dec 23, 2006 15:51:32 GMT 9.5
Ignatius sneered and nodded, glancing towards Garrol.
"I could make this all a lot easier and ask him to tear off some fur for me," he said, wondering. "But then it wouldn't be quite so fun." He looked back towards the hulking beast. "And Karithians are never as stupid as they seem."
He took a few steps toward his target and then stopped, still very cautious of it. He wasn't sure if it had jumped over on its own accord or if he really had full control of its willpower.
"Lie down on the roof..."
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 23, 2006 16:05:52 GMT 9.5
The Karithian grunted once again, lowering it's hefty bulk until it was lying down on the roof. Although it's uniquely shaped body made it hard for it do to this. It peered around at Ignatius and Garrol's feet.
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Post by Scraverx on Jan 3, 2007 12:44:06 GMT 9.5
Garrol stayed back, perhaps playing it a little more cautiously now the hulking Karithian was good and close.
Ignatius might appear to have it under control but in the old thief's mind such things were never assured. "Aye.. not nearly as much fun." He agreed keeping his hand inside his clothing near where his knife was stashed.
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Post by Treijim on Jan 3, 2007 13:11:42 GMT 9.5
Ignatius approached the beast very, very slowly. His movements suggested caution but his face held the confident expression. If the beast was capable of resisting his magic, Ignatius wanted to make sure there was enough clearance so they he could escape or at least foresee the beast's attack.
"Throw your staff over here."
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Post by Xennavor on Jan 3, 2007 20:30:54 GMT 9.5
The beast snorted and lifted itself off the ground an inch or two before stopping. It reached underneath it's cloaks for it's staff before pausing. But instead of taking out a staff it took out a long knife and thrusted itself forward a bit, swinging for Ignatius' legs.
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Post by Scraverx on Jan 4, 2007 12:19:42 GMT 9.5
Garrol took another cautious step back from the beast, his hand still tucked in his clothing near where he kept his knife and who knows what else, vials of poison and perhaps other stuff.
When the long knife came from inside the beasts robes Garrol shifted his weight expertly to balance his stance on the roof. Ready to dodge or attack as needed. Admittedly the creature had magic and that was harder to dodge, but he was ready none the less, though his hand remained in his clothing.
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Post by Treijim on Jan 4, 2007 12:28:11 GMT 9.5
Anyone could tell Ignatius was expecting it, as he stepped back swiftly. As he did, though, a gash appeared on his leg. He cried out and knelt to clutch it as blood dripped.
"Blast! A fore-swipe. This one's strong, Garrol. Don't trust your eyes."
Ignatius shifted away, limping slightly, and he added, "Just cut some fur off it. It should leave if we back away after that. I don't want any more trouble. This one's an elder." He looked back down at his leg. "... blast."
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Post by Xennavor on Jan 4, 2007 13:03:47 GMT 9.5
The Karthian jumped to it's feet, weapon in hand and stood there. It looked at Ignatius and his bleeding leg then at Garrol, standing there with his hand in his cloaks. Without any more dilay the beast started to walk towards Garrol.
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Post by Scraverx on Jan 4, 2007 13:24:58 GMT 9.5
Garrol slid his knife out. "Look, this ain' too difficult..." He starts calmly. "Alls we want is some of yer fur." That's the way, try and reason with it, though as he spoke Garrol looked to the edge of the roof, judging the distance and shifting his weight again, clearly well accustomed to getting into fights on rooftops.
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