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Business as Usual
« Thread Started on Sept 5, 2008, 7:35pm »

"So, we've got a contract...with whom, exactly?" The large man asked. One of the others, his back against a tree, snorted and shook his head, while another answered his question in a cool tone. "You should have been paying attention." He said calmly. "Our contract is with a youthful mage in Crystania City, and some noble boy." He explained - normally, he would expound at length about his largest companions stupidity and ignorance, but now was not really the time - he was in bitter mood anyway, and his partner's idiocy was not helping his growing headache.

The group was a small one, but an odd one at best. Four of them were there, each united with the others for their own reasons, and each having worked with one another on several occasions. All four of them persued their own interests. One was filled with greed and desired gold and possessions greatly. Another desired a beautiful wife, a wife he couldn't have unless he proved himself. The third desired a weapon of great power, a weapon searched for but never found in thousands of years. And the fourth seeked a simpler pleasure - that of an adventure, the adrenaline of fighting.

The first was a large, burly man of great bulk, slightly more than six and a half feet in height, accompanied by wide shoulders and thick arms and muscle. Slung over his back was a great axe, one that looked as if it was impossible to lift. His pitch hair was cut short, and his shave was unkempt, a heavy shade of dark whiskers. He was clothed in thick platemail armor - unadorned, unlike that of the noble warriors of Crystania. No, this plate armor had no gold trimming, no emblems nor any runes. No, this was a simple, steely wall of protection, though it was slightly battered. He was, needless to say, extremely intimidating, though the smallest of them ironically scared the huge warrior.

A silence passed over the group.

"No lecture this time, Lucius?" He asked, crossing his arms. The smallest of them let a hint of a smile grace his lips, one which quickly
disappeared. "Would you prefer it, Wallace?" He retorted quickly. Wallace chuckled, shaking his head. "No thanks, spellweaver." He surprised himself sometimes - he had feared the mage, Lucius, at first, even been suspicious of him. Those mage types were odd, after all - recluses, and usually quite bitter. Yet, they had become comrades, even friends...but the mage still scared him.

Ironic, that.

He looked at Lucius, sitting on the ground, his legs crossed. Wallace himself was standing against a tree. Lucius was a tiny man, and the youngest of them. Wallace was 34, and Lucius was 25 - not much of a difference, but it was even stranger that Lucius was so wise. There was no sign of a beard at all on his face - Wallace had never seen any sign of facial hair on him before, but he didn't ask about it. Probably just some mage thing.

Nobody asked about those 'mage things'. They were best left alone, even trivial things like facial hair.

Continuing, however, Lucius had long, blonde hair reaching down to the small of his back, covered by a long, flowing light blue robe. He was quiet, most of the time, though he was a little bitter when he did speak. Currently, he was reading a book - Wallace found this odd, since there were no markings on it at all.

The third of them looked up - he was a bit different than the rest. He was the 'leader', in a way, in that he accepted the contracts. A blade was belted at his side - he was a rather average looking man for the most part. He had a clean shave, much unlike Wallace. His armor was of rawhide and leather, and this coupled with his dark brown hair and light green eyes gave him a wild look, a look that evoked imagery of long, winding paths through forests - much like the one they were resting on now.

"Hey, what's wrong, Nirav?" Wallace asked - the axe-wielding warrior was always the loudest and most boisterous of all of them, and usually it was their leader who was right in stride with him, while Lucius and their fourth member would be silent. Their fourth member - well, none of them knew his name for sure - he had been asked to be called 'Dagger'. He was the newest one to join their group, and none of them knew how old he was. But he was strong, immensely strong, but quiet most of the time...

Nirav shrugged.

"Just wondering where Dagger went..." He said. They were currently resting - night was approaching, and Dagger had gone to scout ahead. They were waiting for him now. The mercenary group had decided to go northwest on a path through the colossal Aranaka forest from Tarrek Town, where they had gotten commisioned. They were to go and escort a noble, his sister, and a mage to the Library of Ancients, a large building in the middle of Aranaka where many scholars would spend their lives. It was business as usual, really, although their destination was odd. Lucius was the only one who seemed intrigued to go, but he was very bookish. Just the usual.

Or so they thought.

(OOC: Didn't make any of the charries officially, but meh. Also, all of them are up for grabs, Defy, Twill, Reign. Elaborate their personalities as you see fit. Just lemme know which ones you want. ^^)

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'What is this?' the boy whispered to himself. He looked around, yet he could not even see the nose before his face. He reached his hands out, yet nothing was there. Nothing but a bleak, grey, nothingness. He moved forward, his hands extended out before him, blindly searching for something, anything. The boy's soft hands found cold, round stone. The heavy fog seemed to clear slightly, allowing Roy to see again. The 15-year-old looked around, his light blue eyes taking in what little he could. Even with the fog slightly cleared, it was hard to see. He continued to let his fingers lightly brush the rock before him, as if taking his hand away from it would catapult him back into nothingness. Roy heard something - a quiet, gentle sound, smooth, somehow. He looked around - the only thing he saw was lush, green grass and the huge boulder before him. He turned, his eyes bright, walking very slowly towards the noise. The mist parted a little as Roy continued to move towards the noise. Somehow, he knew his way to the noise without having ever gone there before. It was coming from everywhere, but Roy knew the origin. And somehow, he located it without a thought.

He stepped up to the small stream, looking around for...well, he wasn't sure what he was looking for. But he knew it was there. And suddenly, his senses were overwhelmed by something powerful - a scent, a touch, even a taste. He understood what the sound was now.

He blinked, and it was as if he was truly seeing for the first time. He was staring at someone unfamiliar - a beautiful woman, one with red, almost orange hair. Roy looked at her - she was truly beautiful in every way. Her eyes were odd, however - the pupils were like a cat's. Just looking at her barraged his senses, and Roy loved it. But he wanted to look away. 'Y-you...you're not...' he stuttered. The woman moved close quickly from where she had appeared from the stream. Roy was a teenager, after all and their situation was having a profound effect on him. This woman was wearing absolutely nothing. Roy felt his cheeks heat up as the woman closed the distance between them, the young boy blushing heavily. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He didn't want to look up at her - her eyes were intense, and she seemed to not care about her state of nudity. Her hand found his, he looked down - her nails were rather pointy, sharp.

'Who - who are you?' he asked, looking up at her - she was slightly taller than him. She smiled, and Roy gasped in turn. Her teeth were all sharp fangs, an outlandish sight on such a beauty.

'I am here to help your world.' She stated - her voice was beautiful, serene, but Roy couldn't be fooled. He stepped away. 'What are you?' He asked, a little alarmed. She shook her head, grabbing his wrist. Roy yelled, but there was no getting away from her...

'You humans are so untrusting.' She said. She placed a small stone in his hand. A motherly look was in her eyes. She leaned forward, kissing his forehead...

And then everything faded to black.

(OOC: It's a dream. Defy, you should be able to figure out what's going on here if you read some older topics. ^^)

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Re: Business as Usual
« Reply #1 on Sept 6, 2008, 1:58pm »

Sweat beaded Dagger's forehead and rolled down the sides of his sharply chiseled face. Overhead the sky was darkening rapidly and there were only a few stringy clouds in the sky. The moon was out, that was obvious because it lit some of Dagger's way through the darkly shadowed forest. However, he didn't need the light. Already a slight pain was coursing through his large body and his senses were improving. It wouldn't be long now.

Up ahead Dagger could see a fallen, rotting tree and he could hear the faint trickle of water. A stream or a small calm river at the most. Dagger paused in the middle of a moist grassy clearing. He would have to strip down just to save his clothes from tearing and cutting into his flesh. And that was what he chose to do before it became too late. Already his muscles were rippling and the pain was becoming stronger.

A slight breeze blew through the clearing, seeming to wrap around Dagger's now naked body, carrying with it the sounds and the smell of travellers. Now it was dark, too dark to tell what was in front of your face unless you had a torch. The moon could light only bare areas and where Dagger stood, he stood in the full light of it. A sudden jolt of pain made him let out a sharp gasp as his bones began shifting and changing just like his body. I'll track those furless whelps down, he thought clenching and unclenching his fists as his nails began to grow longer, sharper just like his teeth. Fur began growing all over his body, long, coarse, black fur. His face took on a canine-like appearance and his ears grew pointy. Blood would be shed once again....

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It was dark, oh so dark. Had the group no torches to light there way, they would have been lost. Zyrae knew that. Which was why she held one right in front of her. The problem with that was, she got one of the more direct views of the infamous frog-man, Mikan. Whatever had happened between him and that sorceress-dragon lady surely brought out the worst in him! The problem was: Zyrae was stuck with him. And not only stuck with him but the little boy and a girl who could surely yap your ear off! But she had quieted when it got dark enough to light the torches. Everyone had. Not only because it was getting dark, but because something eerie had surely settled in not just Zyrae's stomach, but everyone else's. And as they moved on, it kept getting worse but surprisingly, no one turned back. Probably because they had all seen worse when they were attacked by the dragons.

Thick yellow salive dripped on to the ground as Dagger slowly stalked the four. He was quiet, he had to be. And his black fur helped to blend in to the darkness so the runts wouldn't see him. His sharp sickly yellow eyes were focused on the four, taking each one in as if he were still human. His muscles rippled under his fur and his claws often sank into the ground with each step he took. He could walk on two legs if he chose but in order to remain as silent as possible he chose four. Dagger's gaze whipped to see what was up ahead. No one. Good. Swiftly he moved ahead of the group, his ears pricked and his fur bristled. He moved a little ways ahead and then went in front of them until they were close enough to shine their torch-light on him. Weak. That was all they would be. He could remove the little boy with ease and the girls as well. However, the strange one at the lead might prove to be harder.

Zyrae couldn't shake the horrible feeling growing inside. They were being watched. And not just by night creatures but by something else. Something worse. She could feel it! She let her free hand graze over her bow and quiver just to make sure she had them. This wasn't going to be good. She could see it in the others' faces.

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Re: Business as Usual
« Reply #2 on Sept 7, 2008, 2:30pm »

"Is something wrong, Master Roy?" The elder asked. Roy looked up. "Oh, no, Marcus. Just an odd dream. But thank you for your concern." Roy said - he gave Marcus a smile, but it was forced, fake. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. He was very glad to be back in his room, out of that odd, misty dreamscape. It was a familiar place, unlike that odd rock and stream. His room was a comfy one - made of simple marble brick, like the rest of the castle. Many of Roy's own things adorned the room - an ornate, oak-carved dresser, a smallsword in it's case upon a shelf opposite the dresser, a four-poster bed, and a large, gold-framed portrait of himself - it was a few years old, but it had been commisioned from a very renowned painter, and Roy actually did sort of like the portrait.

He didn't know why he was so worried and tense, though. All of that was just a dream. Why should he be worried? He looked up at the knight before him - Sir Marcus was his name, and he and Roy shared a close bond - Marcus had been his protector since he was young, after all. And he could tell that Marcus knew he was lying. The knight sighed, shaking his head, pushing his shoulder-length black hair out of his face.

"No need to lie to me, Roy. But, if it's not something you want to talk about, then I shall leave you to your thoughts." Marcus said, giving Roy a sort of knowing smile. He stood, and Roy watched him as he exited the room. He stared at the door for a few seconds after he left. He rubbed his eyes out, staring at the door some more. What exactly had that dream been about? Who was that woman? She seemed very familiar, but...at the same time, he had never seen her before. Roy's blue eyes turned to the stand at the left of his bed, and caught something there...

A small, glowing orange stone.

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