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| Lord DragonFlame | Jan 8 2012, 09:02 AM Post #1 |
Christmas is back again
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Please Read the Information below before replying here! Ahoy there whoever take a stroll within this thread. Here are some information that you may have of use before even thinking of posting randomly. (Avoid nonsense clutter in other words.) The Main Plot Read this if you haven't already. It's crucial for the first Chapter. Or read it below. Information about Kavelio I know this ain't much at the moment. But I'll probably add updates there eventually. It may be strange to use the fan character section for this. But I didn't know anywhere else to add this, because I'm thinking of using this so called continent more then once. So this is both for future reference and down to this hour of fate. This is also where each of the individuals will come in place. This is optionally and won't require anyone to sign up. Just make sure you'll describe your characters in detail when your taking part of this. Use this for Questions related to the RP. Yeah what the link says. If you have any questions concerning why there's no profile section, it's mainly due from what I mentioned above. This is also where I need a confirmation about your interest. And be sure to come up with any ideas, as this RP will move on Chapter wise. If you want to become a citizen of Kavelio. Please add your character profiles in the second link. Rules 1. This is for Advanced RP-writers only. If I'm unsure, I'll ask for a sample of what you can do, by sending me a PM. It's the simply matter I don't want any 0ne, two or even three liners. At least 2 Paragraphs is a must. No less. (And what I meant about two paragraphs ain't just two liners in each.) 2. GodModing isn't allowed, but if used correctly like advancing the story in case we're all on the same track. Then be sure to act freely. Just don't send them into their deaths, or add anything that would send him into a fight without their approval. 3. If by some event a character meets another in a battle. Be sure to check upon the rules from the tournament. It's simply being fair that counts, or else someone will likely leave the RP or take harsh words in the matter of solving something that can be avoided if used careful. 4. There are no character limitations. 5. Avoid chatter in this thread by all means. That's for the OrganizationXIII thread's for. 6. Keep in order of the line. Given the time that no one will be lost because of busy schedule. (What I mean is. Post in order so whoever replies after me will continue to do so. Etc. And continuing so forth.) Chapter I Purge of the Sea Water... It's essential for our survival. With new factories all around, the likeliness someone will break the law turning to ever so resourceful river of Tesla. No one will notice a the amount of Sulphuric Acid being dumped. Whether that's a dumb believer or a fool man's quest, isn't grasped in simple theory. It doesn't take more then a few days before the news about mysterious death's occurring among it's citizens who live nearby. A few weeks later the source from were the toxin comes from has been uncovered. Arrested without realizing they've been the reasons for several deaths, and even more are to be counted forwards. You'd think this would be the end of the contaminated water... But in truth there are more deaths, in fact those who meets the wall lives further from the actual source that would've been estimated too have been cleared by now. Case of death... The same. The fact no one knows what's making the water plagiarized is horrifying. The law enforcement fears that this will cause panic among the folks, perhaps they'll have to close up every single water unit. This means that folks will have to rely upon spending their well-earned cash on a few bottles with fresh water. Yet in the end, this will run short, what then? The source must be found, and taken care of before they have nothing to spare. Then what? Theft's will increase. At least there's the rain.... Or is it? ------- -------- Chef's Talon; Carmine "Another drink eh! I think you've had your share by the looks of it." The bartender overlooks the Chef's Talon near the capital of Carmine. Drunkenness is highly common among the visitors that'll come and go. Without reason... unlikely as their usually have issues at home, concerning their wifes, children or trouble at work. Even the adventurous type occasionally arrive telling about their latest founds. Of course whether it's treasure worth ain't to the barkeeps interest. Appearances may be deceiving. But as far the Chef's Talon goes, we must travel back in time down to the medieval era. "I ain't drunk... Hick! Give me... hick.. another one.... hick, hick... or I'll have you flustered... hick." Usually nothing but empty threats from the likes of alcoholism, who can't control their temper when they've had enough to drink. Local customers that often come here each time their on the road, whether it was back in the old days by horse, or with the now advanced maneuverable vehicle at their possession. Friends with the bartender, they usually won't take such scandalous behavior at ease. "Hey you!" one of the robust looking characters, checking upon the slew with a stern look. Prepared for the sluggishly moving attempt hitting the fella who appeared standing right next to him. Grabbing a hold of the drunken man's arm, before quickly pulling it towards the back, almost at the reach of breaking it. "Please.... Hick... Gawd! Awful... Hick... Let me go." The man shouts, in fear that he'd may end upon leaving with one arm limb. Wasn't about to let this oaf so easily and simply pushed him off his seat, sending the chair crashing toward the floor with a loud bang, leading to everyone robust enough knowing what's real and ain't an illusion. Overlooking the whole situation as the man was carried out, until he was literally kicked out into the soil that's been filling up with the thunderstorm ringing outside them house-walls. "Curse you..." The human gobbles out, only to hear the door slam shut behind him. That and the sudden loud boom from above. What does a miserable man like this doing out here anyway. Reason with his miseries by drinking. Surely there are other alternatives then alcohol. Not even sure where he lives, the drunken man trudges onward until he's shot down from the passing vehicle, ending his miserable life at this second. The car continued to drive forth like mad, knowing their been chased by the law enforcers. ----- Above the clouds there's supposed to be a floating island. Just like the Emerald island, But no one's ever found it. That is until the technology of aircrafts simply sprouted in all of Mobius. Famous or not, a thief well known for acquiring all kinds of treasures have heard about an artifact or an egg, supposedly hidden upon this island. This is a must of course in anyone's dictionary of belongings he simply has to add to his own collection. "There's a storm ahead, we'd better take us down and continue the search tomorrow sire.." Ah! Yes did I forget to mention this thief has made a name for his ways of avoiding the police's grasp for centuries, what's been told. Whether that's a true fact or not. Well those who come and ask the law enforced unit, often ends up with a foul stare in return, before confirming, this ain't none of your business, move along citizens before we'll have you restrained. Well that'd may be a bit harsh, knowing they would never arrest someone for asking a simple question, that often occurred back in the medieval times when there was a king in each of the five regions. "Curse it. I know it's here somewhere, I can almost feel it.... But take her down, we'll have more opportunities by tomorrow, and we'd better fill up some gas." Appreciated this thief or whatever he should be referred as, have the knowing that no matter how valuable an item may be, it ain't worth dying for. Or is it? Edited by DragonFlame, Jan 8 2012, 09:19 AM.
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| Ellis | Jan 11 2012, 07:41 AM Post #2 |
Pint of real ale please squire!
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Cradleborn He sat watching the ship coming into the docks, not massive by any means but was still big enough to dwarf some of the local villagers fishing boats, the swell rocking them gently. Cradleborn was a nice small place offering the perfect getaway from, well, eveyrthing of the past, the wolf sat staring at the activity in the port smiled at the irony of the situation. Sure, a perfect getaway from everything old, but this brought new opportunities all together all waiting to be exploited. Sitting back in the chair, Finn sipped from bottled water content so far with the way things were working out. The office was small but comfortable, which in terms of normailty was just for the facilities drinks and the such no need for paperwork. There was never any need to hold paperwork in the line of work carried out here. It was good reason why the location was perfect, a knocking on the door confirmed the reason, the next buyer of the shipment. Opening the door to a complete stranger was never a good idea, the pregnant pause before opening the door all pre arranged. The stranger rang the wolf's mobile phone, peering through the door it was confirmed this was the guy, Finn greeting the buyer with pleasantaries. "Good to see you at last Mr Ward" "Certainly is, i trust you have the access codes to tranfer the money?" "Indeed, if i could just ...." Handing the document over, the storage container details, padlock key were all in the file. "All there Mr Jenkinson, all 50 crates of the finest banned tobacco you'll ever taste" Logging onto the computer the money tranfer complete, the heavily disguised Jenkinson left, blowing a sigh of releif Finn took another swig from the bottle of water on the desk. Refusing to drink tap water, it always tasted funny...... |
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| Vednix | Jan 11 2012, 01:55 PM Post #3 |
The Dragon Whisperer
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Liathal Uknown Warehouse, Boulevard Street, Lith City 0800 Hours All was quiet. Guards in the abandoned warehouse dozed and drifted about, drinking booze and smoking cigarettes. Some were playing cards, others were talking gruffly to each other about the day's events and such. They appeared to be gaurding a steel crate, something inside they didn't want others to see. However, something was with them, unseen. It shifted silently along the ground, unseeable, and picked up something off the ground, a wrench. It floated, strangely, on it's own, as if something invisible was picking it. The Wrench hovered and began to move across the warehouse, going over and behind the guards. In a swift movement, it hit a lone guard in the back of the leg before over the head sharply, knociking him out. The Man grunted in pain and fell to the floor, out cold, to which the rest of the group got out, pulling out guns and going over to find out what happened. That was their mistake. A wooden crate toppled and titled from above them, falling down and smashing over all their heads, kncoking them out. A figures shifted along the top and suddenly dropped down nearby. It was dressed in all black, the only thing not covered was two startled green eyes set in white fur on it's face. Two ears poked up in the suit, easily visible. He seemed to chucked and look at something in the middle of the warehouse. "Good job Nyath." It said. Out of nowhere, something uncloaked, shaking it's body gradually as if wiping off water. As if it was, it disintergrated into view. It was a green Dragon, with no wings, ridges along it's head with protruding green horns. It had a short-ish tail and was pretty small, with white fur along it's underbelly, and striking red eyes. He flashed a grin at the covered figured, bending lower and wiggling it's lower torso playfully. "Alright, alright. Keep it toghether." The Figure chuckled and turned to the crate, opening it using a key he'd stolen from one of the unconscious guards. The Dragon looked pleased that he had done well and enjoyed priase, lolling his tongue and going forward. They had got what they'd come for. A Briefcase full of something. The Figure grabbed it's mask and pulled it off to reveal the head of the wolf, white fur. "Come on, Nyath, let's go." He said, turning. They were confronted by a group of armed guards. The Figure cursed, and the Dragon suddenly dissapeared, dematerialising. The wolf threw down a grenade, smoke poured out, and dashed off. In a matter of moments both were running from the warehouse, and soon after, there was an explosion, destroying the entire complex. The Wolf girnned. The Dragon looked amused and playful, thinking of the whole thing as a game, an adventure. They had gotten what they want, and that was money. Money makes the world go round, after all. Edited by Vednix, Feb 21 2012, 02:29 PM.
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| Zamau | Jan 14 2012, 04:43 AM Post #4 |
Sandopolis Act 2
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It was noon on a mild windy day. A tiger was walking along a road, heading towards the big town known as Farwille. The feline had never been to the area before, he was also new to continent as well. He was visiting the area, staying in a village, south-east of the town with his girlfriend, since it was her idea to visit Kavlio. While the cat was walking a sheet from a newspaper blew down the road and stopped when it hit his left shin. He picked it and read the paper. On the page was the news, about the castle was closed to the public in the town, due some of the water from the river leaking through and ruining some paintings and artefacts in the building. Although all the reasons weren’t stated in the paper since it was only a page. The tiger dropped the page, and continued towards the town. Once he got near the area he noticed some mountains in the distance, and one of them was smoking. The feline knew, about the volcano on an island nearby. It was also the reason why Farwille is a town now, and not a city. The feline entered the town and made his way to the centre of the of the street, where he saw an argument at a stall. It was among a merchant and a group of people. The tiger walk over to the stall, but paused as he heard someone shout his name. “Akashi!“ He looked around to see who it was, no one knew him in Farwille. Then he heard his name shouted again, but this time it was louder and the voice sounded familiar. The cat saw a dog walking over to him, he recognized who it was shouting his name. “Hi Rocky.” It was a little funny seeing the harrier in Farwille. But he wondered if the dog knew, about the argument, at the stall. The dog stopped near the tiger, and was happy to see a familiar face. “Hi mate, what brings you to Farwille? Holiday I guess, that is why I am here. Well I’ve been here a month, so it’s been a long holiday.” The harrier looked over at the argument at the stall. Akashi looked at the argument and saw the merchant push someone away, when they went to grab a bottle of water. “What is that shouting about?” Rocky looked at Akashi then looked to the stall. “Well because he is selling fresh bottled water at 9.75. Which is way too expensive. Some of the residents are trying to get the guy to lower his prices. But others are driving to villages and other places to get it cheaper.” The harrier looked to Akashi. "Besides there are other things he is over charging too." The canine stared back at the stall. "Although he has never over charged thing before. I wonder why he is doing it now?" Edited by Zamau, Jan 14 2012, 01:20 PM.
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| Lord DragonFlame | Jan 15 2012, 04:26 AM Post #5 |
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Christmas is back again
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Chef's Talon Another gruesome death among the records. They shall not pity the fallen one who's miserable life were already at an edge. For what little remorse there is, his demise ended at an instant. Natural as it may be that everyday now it seems, one or another meets their fate, crucially or by their own wit. One of the locals who had been the cause of this short exit, could easily become blamed for such bothersome actions leading to this humans short lifespan. Alas, it was no one's wish to see him being shot. The sound from the ambulance approaching from the distance, though only for taking care of the body, perhaps the local police unit will close off the area due to any kind of evidence. Not even one seemed to bother the rain, or thunder that constantly rioted above their heads. Whether it was from the share excitement or fear that this could've been them lying there. As suspected both the medical apartment and Carm's Militia arrived at the scenery, immediately taking care of any possible witnesses and or removal of the poor sod. Shortly there after everyone was asked to have a word with the officer in charge of this operation. No one were allowed to leave before everyone had been interrogated. What could they possible achieve by asking mediocre drunken customers you'd may think. Persistence perhaps? Nevertheless, next one up, a male crocodile, wearing a slim red shirt and black trousers. This guy, the one responsible for throwing that piece of junk outside for stirring up quite the issue by threatening the bartender. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have bothered to lift up a muscle for anyone but him self, but this local entertainment house was one of few exceptions. At ease behind the table, looking upon the officers, feeling nothing but hate. If they'd even brought up his background around this, he'd probably turn all brutal, dealing them an hefty blow before they'd even had time to react. That much he's learned from his time in the military, that subtle situations can often have a misinterpretations outcome if by terms being well executed. One was doing all the talking while the other kept more toward the simplicity of writing what's importantly being said between the three citizens enclosed down the basement of Chef's Talon. "So we meet at last Mr.Scar..." They apparently knew his identity. No surprise considering the well known background for his past crimes. Countless murders of innocents at the field, countless raping of innocent woman and if that weren't enough he's had his share of fun outside before he was put behind bars for 16 years. Released out earlier for surprisingly good behavior, but now this. The boot-licking authorities licking the master's shoes while addressing him like the insanity that has no place in this world, if it hadn't been to their laws saying otherwise. "Well we shan't tarry this meeting, and simply cut to the chase. We've had several already mentioning that your the reason for this man's abrupt exit... is that correct?" With only a simple nod in return, they were allowed to continue. "Then what is the reason for this outrageous move may I ask?" Trying to keep an low profile, he knew that none of them above could've kept their mouthes shut. Nevertheless, trying to stay content when answering the officers. "I only did him a favor.... if he hadn't gone out with such preposterous comments about threatening the owner of having this place burnt down for one lousy beer. I simply took act and sent him outside, but I swear that I didn't know the consequences by doing so." No matter if they'd believe him or not, it wouldn't be taken into consideration at the moment. "Thank you, that'd be all." The officer awfully just allowed him to leave without any further complications. A wise move from Kamen's perspective, taking a seat amongst the others, looking at them with a foul stare. The bartender was next. If he knew him by his proportions, he wouldn't start making up stories for the reason on having the brute caught and set behind bars for something unjustifiable. Edited by DragonFlame, Jan 15 2012, 04:28 AM.
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| Ellis | Jan 22 2012, 06:54 AM Post #6 |
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Pint of real ale please squire!
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Cradleborn The days business done, or indeed the weeks work for the money that was paid for the good meant there wasn't much to hang around in the office for. Learning from past experiance, getting out whilst ahead of the game was the key, loosing money and much more from the addiction of trying to get a better deal. Kicking back in the leather chair the wolf flicked on the t.v surfing the channels settling on the news before setting about searching for his gear and the car keys. It was the usual stuff, murder, strikes, you name it anywhere in the world in any language it's all the same stories yet, something stood out strangely. It was about a bar and something happening, he couldn't make it out but was definatly trouble. Pricking his ears up at this Finn listned intently turning the desk upside down. "GOTCHYA!" Shouting in excitment grabbing the keys, he turned to face the screen. Letting out a sigh at the mention of the place, the plan had to be changed. No big deal, but he was looking forward to going to Chef's Talon it was a little bit closer then the capital but a few extra miles wouldn't hurt. Just a few nights in the famous tavern would be enough for any backlash and heat to die down from the authorities that may have cottoned on to his dealings. There was probably nothing wrong, but once bitten twice shy as they saying goes, it was best to play safe. It was ALWAYS best to play safe in this part of the world. There were a few cars on the roads leading to the capital, nothing to be suspicious about sure, but always made him wary of who's about. Arriving in the city, the traders were packing up for the day, the markets and shoppers alike done for the afternoon giving a clear path to the tavern. Pulling up outside, the wolf peeling himself out of the motor stood admiring the sign, 'The Wizard and Glass' It had a good reputaion, and the ale was good too. Booked into the room, he settled in the bar for a few drinks before heading off to rest, after all he'd earned them. But it was only a sip he managed when the shouts from outside took everyones attention, all heading to see what the commosion was. The patrons of the tavern stood more in shock then wonder at the sight in front of them, Finn included watching as the man and woman in the street began retching violently, slops of red and green slime projecting from their mouths. One concerned citizen went to help but was repulsed at the stench of the substance, yet in a matter of minutes they were dead on the floor, twisted agony on their faces. The muttering and mumers spread into shouts and pleading from those around, the questions, the rumours, the theories at what the hell was going on. But were silenced when the black vans came and took the bodies away leaving no trace of anything ever happening. Taking off as quickly as they came, a solitary police man left to explain nothing had happened, nothing was going to happen, and if anyone discussed all but a roumer they would be locked up. It was as though a hammer had dropped, ending all conversation about it, but of course it contunued on in the tavern all be it in mumers and whispers, Finn returning to the bar trying to peice together what happened. Did it really happen or was it the stress and beer finally getting ahold of the wolf? |
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| Vednix | Feb 4 2012, 10:42 AM Post #7 |
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The Dragon Whisperer
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"Another easy job, as usual eh, Nyath?" After the recent explosion from the warehouse, Zen was walking with the invisible dragon along the street, donned in a black cloak, his face unseeable. He rather he didn't draw attention to himself as he slipped back people, the briefcase secure in his hand. Nyath, being invisible, dodged left and right of people and keeping up, amused. He didn't speak, found it impossible to, so there wasn't that much communication between the two but for Zen talking. All that was left to do was hand this to the client, and fortunately, the man they had to hand this too knew nothing of Zen's friend. He was that discrete. With a long walk between alleyways and long streets, the pair stopped outside another warehouse. This wasn't one to blow up. Upon stepping inside, the place was completly empty but for the table that stood in the center of the room, along with a chair. Sitting on said chair was a man in an expensive black suit, his face serious, eyes searching. He had short-cut grey hair, seemingly getting older, while two henchman stood behind him, heavily armed. There was always precaution in this line of work. It was a fairly easy exchange. Zen stood opposite the man, placed the briefcase on the table, Nyath watching, invisible, behind him. The man watched the wolf coldly as he opened the suitcase to show what was inside. Two nuclear warheads. As expected. The man nodded, shoving an opened suitcase over. Inisde was stacks of cash, his pay, and Zen nodded, closing it, and then taking it. He knew it wasn't fake, the man usually kept true to his word. Zen had had dealings with him before. The wolf turned with the briefcase and walked away, and that was all. Him and the Dragon lived in an apartment at one of the best high-end places of Liath, the capital of Liathal. It was a quaint place that boasted the amount of wealth Zen had. He usually saved up his money but he had splashed out on the essentials: comfortable beds, a good couch and good TV which he rarely used, games consoles (which he also rarely used), and a hidden cabinet stacked to the brim with all sorts of weapons that he usually had to choose to suit the mission he did. He went over to it, tapped a keypad, and the walls slid open. He retrieved his pistol, and set it in it's right place. One space was always missing, which was Zen's backup gun, that he always carried around at his inner leg just in case. It was usually put on safety for fear of shooting him in the foot. Nyath, usually after prolonged periods of using his invisibility, was hungry, and pawed at Zen's leg in communication. The wolf chuckled and automatically retrieved a few tins of cat food from the fridge along with a bottle of beer. He emptied the food into a bowl, mashed them together, and set it down for the Dragon to eat, who happily did so. His phone rang, some calls were made. Nothing fancy, just a few contacts speaking of possible new missions which they would contact him later about, along with some certain suspicions about the government hding something, which he was requested to investigate in a sort of favour. He noted to take a trip to a certain man tomorrow. It was an early night, and the next morning, he began another trip. Walking down the road in similar attire as last night, he stopped outside a group of apartments and then knocked on the door after going up numerous floors. When the door opened, there stood a spotty looking 30-year old. Behind him was a large amount of computers and equipment, so he was presumed a hacker. There was still the stains of breakfast on his face. "Oh, Zen. I-I'm not ready for my p-" He was stopped by a brief hand. "I need a favour." Zen said simple and stepped inside, Nyath slinking in, invisible, always on guard. "A-Anything!" He said, obviously intimidated. "I need you to...hack into government files." Zen said idly, pulling his hood back, and the man agreed without hesitation, scuttling over to the comptuer and beginning to type. Various command prompts and screens appeared, on various monitors. "Whadya wanna know?" He asked. "Something about a water supply. I have a contact who inferred there was a problem." He said. The man nodded, skimmed through it, before stopping on a long article. Zen leant forward, reading quickly. "Oh god." |
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| Zamau | Feb 10 2012, 12:32 PM Post #8 |
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Sandopolis Act 2
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After knowing the reason for the argument at the stall. He decided to walk over to the stall, and speak with the merchant. The tiger did not understand why a bottle of water, would be so expensive. He pushed his way though the crowd, until he got to the counter, where he saw a large gorilla, unpacking crates of bottled water. The feline sighed in a little fear. He was now reluctant to ask, and slowly backed away. Rocky walked passed the tiger, since he wasn’t going ask about the expensive water. The harrier would ask instead. The canine stood at the counter of the stall, and shouted at the gorilla. “Hey! Why are you selling bottled water, what is expensive?” When canine asked. More of Farwille’s citizens gathered round still shouting that, the merchant should lower his prices. Rocky thought, that if the residents wanted water so bad. Why couldn’t they just get it from a tap. The gorilla gazed at the residents who were shouting, then looked at the dog. “Sorry man. I just deliver the stuff.” The primate looked at a fox who was selling the same bottles of water from the crate. “You want to talk to him about the price. I don’t agree with it, but he is the boss.” The gorilla stared back at the harrier. “The water has been bad, in Farwille. So the boss wanted to take advantage that. I have been getting the bottled water out of the area, so he can put up the price. Normally I get the water in town, but with problems with it. I don’t know what’s wrong with it, but I can’t get here anymore.” Rocky nodded and walked away from the stall. He headed over to Akashi, who looked like he wanted to know what happened. “The gorilla just delivers the water, he doesn’t sell it. But he told that, there is a problem with the water in the town. Although he doesn’t know why.” The harrier looked over and some the residents had gone away from the stall, but some stayed who, were willing to pay the price for the water from the fox. The dog stared agilely at him. “But the gorilla’s boss want to take advantage of all this trouble.” The canine walked over to a bridge, and stared at a stream running underneath. Akashi walked over and gazed over the side of the bridge at the water. It looked clear like there was nothing wrong, with it. The tiger looked back at the stall and the merchant, and wondered if there, really was a problem, with the water. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Feb 11 2012, 02:31 PM Post #9 |
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Christmas is back again
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Chef's Talon Half an hour become one hour, before each and everyone had been interrogated. If that weren't all, the media's have emerged, piling up something for tomorrow's newspaper, or bringing the news directly to every local owning a flat-screen/TV. The officers at hand, as often wants their petty privacy, prompting as far telling em. "No comment!" If their allowed to leave, Kaman had grown impatient about this ordeal of a matter. Clearly they've must see this as the victim's own fault. Clearly the stench from his mouth would've solved this matter at an instance. Then the announcement, that their all free to leave. Unfortunate the crocodile felt a hand forced it self upon his shoulder. "Mr. Scar, this doesn't apply to you, we're not done talking...." At first a foul stare looking back at the officers, who dared to oppose him in such disrespectful manners. Of course their the law-enforcers and such duties are meant to be followed, no matter what may cross their paths. These men, unfortunate weren't to live another moment. Within a matter of seconds, a lethal elbow fisted one of the officers, knocking him out senseless, and before the other one had enough time to react. The vicious killer brought both his hands around the humans throat toward the extent, carrying out what's left of his precious life-energy. The bartender's reaction was flawlessly accurate upon witnessing the death of two officers. He merely uttered out a few words, as the man tried to wriggle out from the crocodile's strong grip, but in no vein. "What the hell have you done Kaman!" The bartender screams in anger and frustration, already upon ready to use the phone. "Leave before I'll have the rest of this police unit breathing behind your neck..." Of course he'd received the message, and before long the killer's long gone, knowing the reinforcements will be here in due time. As much he had approved of the brute's presence, there's a few matters he can't turn an blind eye to. The sound from the Carmine's Police force's vehicles in the distance clearly must've reacted as such, because the bartender had surely raised the alarm, picking up the phone. Carmine's hostile nature would've taken it's toll of misinterpretations adventurer, but nowadays the modern wheels usually carries out such unpleasantnesses without much interferences from the local wildlife. There's no time to rest, as he knew very well the cops won't exactly give up on their chase, when there's a fellow police-unit involved. Finding an rather abundant hut, cranks and hollow roof, wouldn't offer much shelter in case of rain, but it'll do. Perhaps there's even a basement located within. The road's traffic could still be heard from within a small forest not to far from Chef's Talon. Inside there's but a few chairs, and a broken table. Closets with nothing but spider webs mingling about. And of course, loads with pile of dust. Upon taking a seat, the floor collapsed taking him with it. A loud thud emerged shortly after with a "ugh". Felt like he's fallen upon glass-splinters. "Damn!" He uttered out as he tried to raise back on his feet, looking for an alternative way to scale back up there. This wouldn't be no ordinary house though. A small tunnel accessible revealed it self, when the eye seemed clear from the temporarily smog appearing from his surroundings. "What's this?" Upon curiosity, the vicious murderer had nothing to loose and decided to further investigate the hollow emptiness that lied before him. |
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| Ellis | Feb 19 2012, 01:25 AM Post #10 |
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Pint of real ale please squire!
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Still in the bar the talk of what had gone on was still the hot topic, only to be talked about even more when the news came on the television. Although the place didn't quite hush into silence the jist of what the news story was about was the feds were investigating something, but wern't at liberty to say what. Returning to his drink Finn knew only to well that meant the powers that be knew what they were dealing with but wern't going to tell the public anything, possibly ever. It was the same when the far right group years ago tried to bomb places, nothing was said officially but everyone knew what was going on. Then the thought struck him, there were still a few wack jobs out there who hated the authorities that govnered the area, could they be the ones screwing around? Pondering the thoughts for the night, Finn woke the next morning heading downstairs for food it was as if nothing had ever happened the night before, a surreal mood in the air no one wanting to recognise what had gone on. Checking out heading to the car it was time to head to Chefs Talon, working his way to the capital city. For what reason he wasn't sure, but there was probably better business to be found there then of the smaller coastal towns he was sure of that. Heading out on the road, he didn't see the two suited men sat in a cafe opposite watching the wolfs moves, radioing ahead to the tail car following discreetly behind him. |
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| Vednix | Feb 21 2012, 02:29 PM Post #11 |
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The Dragon Whisperer
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The wolf paced the small cramped room. Piles of electronic equipment and many varieties of wires and monitors surrounded. The spotty nerdy IT guy sat worriedly in the chair, while the invisible Dragon had himself cramped up underneath the desk, wedged between computers, trying to keep out of sight. The man's name was Jacob, but his Alias was Rho, and was notorious for being a pretty good hacker. The authorities never found him, and his contacts rarely spoke of him. He didn't associate with many, but with those he did, they were mainly criminals, or mercenaries like Zen. "I-Is it true?" He stammered, fidgeting his hands on his lap, sitting on the dirty black office chair. "Is the w-" He was cut off with a quick sharp palm that was held up in front of his face. Zen squeezed the bridge between his eyes and then looked at the man. "Don't even speak of this. This ain't good at all." He lowered his hand, and then fished into his pocket. "Here. Your payment." He tossed him cheque for £5000. The man blinked and merely gulped. "B-But the..." he trailed off and abnormally squeaked when there was a sudden gun pointed to his face. Zen looked angry, panicked even. "Don't even speak of it. To anyone." He insisted, quickly lowering the gun and heading to the door. He made a quick following gesture with his hand around his waist, which the man was confused about. He went to stand, assuming it was him. "Not you." Zen said, casting him a glance. "I'll warn you again not to tell anyone about this. If you do...let's just say your hacking days will be over." he said, and walked out the room, leaving the door open. Nyath slid out from his hiding place and slid past Rho's leg, dashing out the door. The man gulped at the door suddenly swung shut. The wolf briskly walked on down the road, Nyath jogging at a leisurely pace beside him, invisible, starving. Zen rushed over to the local supermarket. The good thing about being secretly rich is that he could simply pay with a credit card with no one getting suspicious. After all, it only showed what he payed. The cashier, however, gave him a rather puzzled luck when Zen placed 20 packs of bottles in front of him, one at a time. However, he was alright enough to pay, and then requested a taxi outside, that helped him get them home. He paid the taxi-driver double for his efforts. He carried all the stuff inside, again with the Taxi-driver's help, and hauled it into the corner of the living room. Nyath revealed his body and hung close to Zen's leg, chirping an affectionate and yearning noise every so often, demanding food. Zen placed a hand to his head, sighing, and sought to ti immediately. A simple raw steak on a plate, placed on the floor, was enough to satisfy the green Dragon. The wolf headed over to the sofa and took out a bottle of water on the way, chugging some of it down, confused. He attempted to mull over what he had learned. It was even too shocking to even comprehend. He'd just have to live with it. He needed to unwind. Pulling the remote close to him, he turned on the TV and began watching some casual action film to take his mind off recent events. About halfway through, Nyath loyally clambered up onto the sofa and rested the full length of his body across the wolf's waist. Zen found it amusing and smiled, pressing the bottle near the Dragon's maw and allowing him to sip, before resting back, his hand idly petting the Dragon's scales like a pet, sometimes storking the white fur on Nyath's underbelly. Eventually it was time to sleep and Zen made sure all the doors were bolted and windows were locked. He finished off the bottle of water and headed to his bed, where Nyath loyally joined him again. Zen didn't truly care, he considered the Dragon a pet, an asset, and a friend. There was no harm in it, and it meant saving money on beds. The two eventually drifted to sleep, Zen's dreams haunted and muddled with fears of the impending doom. |
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| Zamau | Feb 26 2012, 07:03 AM Post #12 |
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Sandopolis Act 2
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The merchant looked over and noticed the tiger along with the dog, asking questions staring at him. The fox looked to his remaining customers, and grinned. “Okay it is closing time. I am sorry for going so early, but I have a lot of stuff to do. I will back tomorrow.” The customers walked away, unhappy that they did not get what they came for. The canine took his remaining bottles of water, and rushed to the vehicle. “We have to go now!” He shouted to the gorilla. The primate and dog, quickly got in the truck, with the fox dropping a few bottles of water. And they drove off. One of the bottle’s rolled across the ground and then stopped, hitting Rocky’s shoe. “Where are they of to in such a hurry?” He said as the truck drove away until it was out of sight. The harrier picked up the bottle of water and opened it. He was about to drink it, until he noticed a little vile smell coming from the water. “Ugh… I think the two jerks were right about driving away, otherwise they would have deal, with some angry customers.” The dog passed the bottle over to Akashi. “That smells awful. It seems that gorilla, doesn’t get the water from out of town. Akashi could smell the vile sent, coming from the bottle. “That’s awful. Them two are getting the bottles in Farwille.” The tiger covered his nose, and put bottle top back on. He then collected all the other bottles of water lying on the road, before anyone else found them. The harrier gazed down the street where the truck drove down. “We should find that truck. It may lead us to where that merchant has been getting his water from." He rushed over and picked up some of the bottles on road. “Let’s go.” Rocky ran down the street were the truck went until he came to the end, where the road went in both left and right directions. The traffic was pretty busy, so it was not going to be easy finding the truck anyway. Akashi ran up to the harrier, carrying a bag with the bottles in. “Which way did the truck go?” He asked while looking to his right and left. The tiger found a dumpster close by in an alley, so he walked over and dumped the bottles of vile water in. After he disposed of the water. He saw the truck drive by outside the alley on the other side. “I found them!” The feline ran down and exited the alley. He saw the truck park up at a factory, with a wall around it. He wondered if they were getting the water from there. Rocky ran down the alley after Akashi shouted he fund the truck. He saw the tiger was staring at a factory in the distance. And he saw the truck parked inside the walled fence. If that was where the fox was getting his water. The Harrier and feline will have to wait until they leave. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Feb 28 2012, 09:17 AM Post #13 |
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Christmas is back again
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Such would lead to an endless hall. Roots and rocks covered them walls. What little comfort there is within these hallow corridors is the distinguishing odor of freshness, and the ecstatic sound from water nearby. Yet who's the owner of this small and docile cottage in the middle of the wilderness? What revealed before him was an natural habitat built from below the surface. Flower's beautiful decorating what seemingly teemed with life. The fresh water lake, provided by an rather scary built statue. Yet there wasn't all but glory amidst the scenery. Realizing there's an ill shadow that wanders within. A female's distress call, hardened the mind of Kaman, careful advancing further down, upon doing so he uncovered a female with a broken torso, like whatever she had been drinking, it couldn't have been healthy. Yet if that weren't all the woman's distress call continued to haunt the crocodile who wouldn't show fear, unless the unknown puts his mind at unrest. Unarmed it's down to what he could muster by any physical means, dealing with whatever threats comes at him. No exit nearby, where should he go, unless he's about to receive the same testament, of off that girl. There must be another exit somewhere? That's when one of the few tree's offered an suspicious looking hatch up by it's roof. Without second thoughts he carried on toward his only way out. Yet once more the female's distress call caught up with him. "Who's there, come out so I can see you?" Frustration, alas deemed to find out were that voice is coming from. Yet none wished to answer the male's call. Instead the eerie silence continued like he was delusional. None the matter, he couldn't care less and escalated, until he received freedom, abandoning that hell house behind, knowing that one thing he's learned is that there's something suspicious around the waters of Kavelio. |
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| Ellis | Mar 11 2012, 12:40 AM Post #14 |
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Pint of real ale please squire!
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Heading to Chefs Talon couldn't be easier, or so he thought cursing looking at the map and thent o the road. How could he have gotten lost? Throwing the map onto the passenger seat in a huff the wolf decided to keep driving a little more see what he would come across, after all this was a lane so had to lead somewhere all be it overgrown and hardly used. Driving slowly Finns heart leapt in joy as the cottage came into view, only to be let down again at the sight of the run down raggedy building. Not to worry he thought, maybe someone might be around anyway, pulling up outside he shut the engine off and wondered around. No one in sight the door was ajar, creeping forward shouting a cautious hello waiting for some kind of response. Looking around his eyes fell to the floor, to what looked like fresh foot prints? Hand instincitvly reaching for his pistol, this could be some kind of hideout he'd stumbled on and alerted anyone inside to his presence. Great muttering unde rhis breath, aware of the type of places he used to deal with for criminal deals. "HELLO ANYONE HERE?" No answer yet.... "I'm not the police if that's your worry, in fact, just looking for my way to the city?" The wolf waited in baited breath, left hand on the pistol in the holster, right hand with the car key ready to race off.... |
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| Vednix | Mar 12 2012, 11:45 AM Post #15 |
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The Dragon Whisperer
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The two awoke to an early crisp morning. After a quick shower, the Wolf dressed and headed to the kitchen, happily helping himself to cereal while he turned on the news. Nyath followed, crooning gently for food, which Zen ignored until he was ready to do it for him. He knew not to leave it too long or he'd find all the boxes of food strewn across the floor. It was clear from the news headlines that no one had any idea of the water problem. Either the government was keeping it silent, or no one actually knew yet, but a select few. In a way, Zen felt privileged to have been given the information, but it made him all the more paranoid. He quickly down his bowl of cereal and got some food for Nyath when a phone called patched through to his private mobile phone. It was specifically for clientele, so it meant he would have a job. And usually straight away. He put the phone to his ear. "Speaking." He didn't bother with his name. They knew who he was, or he wouldn't have received the call. "A simple task," Came the voice back, deliberately but through a voice synthesizer so he didn't know the man's identity. "There's a warehouse I'd like you to...shall we say, raid. Eliminate all the people inside, today, before midnight. My men will move in at that time. If it's not clear, let's just say your supply of water will easily run out." Zen's spine tingled. So the man knew as well, it seemed. It didn't take a genius to guess that the warehouse stored water, and loads of it, he judged. He only just found out, and already, it was getting sinister. "It'll be done." Zen said and cut off the call. It always made him feel like he had the upper hand when he hung up first. One day, it'll probably get him a bullet in the head. He turned to Nyath who gave him an innocent look, having just chowed down a goo chunk of steak and a few biscuits from the fridge, the crumbs dotting his snout. "We got a job. Come on." Zen said. The address of the warehouse patched to his phone, which happened to have a lot of other things as well. It wasn't far from where he lived, perhaps half a mile, at best. He grabbed his jacket and set on out, his loyal friend in tow. He headed out, and after a quick glance around to get his bearings, headed left and down the street. It was early morning, not many people were up and about just yet. Plus, it was a Saturday. Nyath followed behind him, unseen to all due to the use of his ability. They reached the warehouse with ease. It wasn't exactly that heavily guarded either. Probably because no one knew of how sacred that water was going to be. He glanced to Nyath, or where he thought the Dragon was, and nodded. Nyath took the hint and headed forward. There was one guard dotted by the gate, who for the whole day, would probably not change shift. He would probably, even, leave his post sometimes. Nyath had it quick and easy, chomping on the man's leg and flipping his feet up to wrap around the mans neck and make him fall back. Then with a quick bash to the head with his tail, he was out cold. Zen gave a thumbs up and headed forward, dragging him inside. No one guarded the other side of the door so it was easy to them to just sidle around the aisles towards the locker room. That was also empty. How unguarded was this place? He shrugged and went to a locker, pushing the man inside and closing it shut. He wouldn't wake up for a few hours, at least. He scoured the rest of the warehouse to find 3 or so more people, all of which he stowed in the lockers also. It was all over within an hour. That was easy. Yet, all wasn't what it seemed. The door to the warehouse burst open. "Hands up!" Someone demanded. They weren't police, that was for sure. They had simple casual clothes, but advanced guns. "You're coming with us, wolf." One of them demanded, machine gun in hand. They knew nothing of Nyath's presence, and Zen make an unnoticeable hand gesture for him to run. Nyath was reluctantly, but obliged, vowing to follow and save him later on. Zen didn't go down without a fight. He tried to pull out his gun, but they were faster and quickly shot him in the shoulder, then in the leg, making him buckle and fall to the floor. To make sure he wouldn't get up, they gave him a good beating, kicks hitting the wolf's body, before they dragged him out and chucked him into the back of a pickup truck that sat alongside two expensive cars. They drove away from the warehouse, but were oblivious to the angered and invisible dragon that hung near Zen in the back of the truck, waiting for the moment to strike. |
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