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 Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 4:31 am
"Yeah. I'm a traveller", Zil said, "Of sorts". He did as the barman asked. He was pretty curious about how this conversation was getting. Not that he had not seen enough things to make him able to suspend disbelief more easily now. At this point, he could not help but just wish that this was not hell... Which it did not look to be, unless this facade was hiding a more deadly and gruesome undertone or something. Either way, he could not help but be nonchalant even if this was hell because in his mind, he had done enough terrible things to deserve a dark descent.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 5:46 am
The difference between the good guys and the bad guys
Looking back as the man came back thru the other side of the barrier. What he had not accounted for what the man falling on the one outcropped rock in the area and dying from it. "That's gonna come back to haunt me" Jacob muttered looking at the barrier before rushing over to the man on the ground. Taking his orb back he also grabbed any of the other jewelry type item's he could find on the guy and pocketed them before standing and looking in the direction of the other bandit. He had killed one somehow by a completely random occurrence and in a way hoped this shook his partner enough to leave him be.
Is whether they use a human shield or make themselves one.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 6:09 am
JACOB
You find three bracelets on his right wrist, an anklet, a necklace, and a chain set into the flesh of his left arm. As you touch the chain, it leaps from his skin and onto your body, clamping onto the side of your right ear and sealing itself there. There is no pain or discomfort from the chain, and it seems to weigh absolutely nothing and make no sound when you move your head. The moment you focus your thoughts on it, you feel your face move and shift as your eyesight changes, the world now black and outlined in various colours - the Runes you stole from the corpse glow with arcane designs that seem to hint at their function. Concentrating on the Rune again changes your eyesight back to normal. You'll have to look deeper into that later.
You have gained:
One Parasite Rune (Facial morphology - Magical Eyesight; Allows you to determine the type, but not the specific function or class, of any Rune)
One Travel Rune of unknown function (anklet)
One Healing Rune of unknown function (necklace)
One Elemental Rune of unknown function (bracelet)
Two Cursing Runes of unknown function (bracelets)
Two Physical Runes (swords, currently invoked, unknown form when sealed).
ZIL
The man draws out a small bowl and places it on your chest, tapping it with his finger and drawing it back. As he looks into it, you see what looks remarkably like your blood in it, no more than a tablespoon you estimate. "Red blood, in't. So y'one o' them, in'cha? Th'Players."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 1:51 pm
The difference between the good guys and the bad guys
Taking a swift breath as he finished looking over the other runes with his new parasite rune Jacob put on the rest of the runes as he picked up the two blades. He didn't want to use them and instead focused for a moment to seal the weapons and put on the jewelry that they would likely become afterwards. He still had one person left to take care of and this one was likely to be a difficult one as he was at a distance. Kneeling down tho he thought about the elemental rune as he kneeled down. If it was going to work anything like how it had been before he may have a use for it as he tried to focus to make a illusion like was done earlier but instead simply to make the area he was standing in look completely empty except for the corpse laying next to him.
Is whether they use a human shield or make themselves one.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:15 pm
Virgil paused for a moment and looked around before swearing out loud. For all he knew, he was IN Kansas. "Well, the only thing to do now is go find some fernuckin civilization." He said with a sigh as he headed in a random direction, having no clue where to go.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 5:21 am
Zil blinked a little, realizing that what was in the bowl might be his blood. 'That didn't hurt', he thought to himself puzzled before thinking, 'I'm fine.' He calmed down. "Players?", he asked curiously and hesitated a bit, trying to piece some things together. He then based his next questions on the supposition that the barman might have an idea of why he was there. "Maybe. Who knows for sure? What is the role of the... 'players'... in this place anyway? Are there more of them out there?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:13 am
JACOB
The expected illusion fails to materialize, and instead you feel the local temperature skyrocket - easily a hundred forty degrees - as you start sweating like a pig. There is a loud cracking sound as the sudden upshot in heat and resultant humidity snaps the remaining highwayman's bow like a dry twig. "You f**'n' a**! I'ma kill yu f'r that!"
The man then seems to pull a throwing spear from his...
You must be seeing things.
There's no way he had a spear that long up his rear.
The highwayman's bow-Rune is now broken.
ZIL
The barman looks at you for a long moment before going back to cleaning the dishes. "Don' know, no I don'. Bes' ask the wind, the sky, Runik 'erself. Players don' have no place in Runik, nor any else wit' red blood. Don' know aught else to tell you, maybe try Istak t'th'sout'."
VIRGIL
After some time, the sky begins to darken as clouds form overhead. Just as the rain starts you see an old-looking cabin built under a rock overhang. A lantern burns outside the door, and an old man sits on the porch with an amber pipe in his mouth.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:30 am
The difference between the good guys and the bad guys
Noticing that the rune's effect was a different one then he had expected Jacob didn't seem to be a bit happy but the fact he had taken care of the bow was defiantly helpful. He would need to find out specifically what each rune does when this fight was over but currently he had one left to take care of. He was not worried about the man's spear as he still had not deactivated the dancing shield rune. "Lets try this one" he muttered to himself closing his eyes for a moment as he activated his summoning ring. If there was ever a time to try it out now would be it.
Is whether they use a human shield or make themselves one.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:38 am
Zil was rather disappointed that he did not know either but was resolved to go on his way. He thanked the barman sincerely and said, "I'll go do that. Thanks again, my good man. I'm off." He went out of the bar and traveled South, looking around for a trace of maybe someone that stood out that could maybe be this 'Istak' fellow the barman was talking about. He was not quite sure though if he was going the right way. He squinted a little, looking far ahead to find a trace of someone he could ask. He could see the fields for certain. The barman was right. It was no problem to find... Just to a man starved of food and thirsty for water.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 10:20 am
JACOB
You feel a slipping sensation and you find yourself in a different body, seeing through different eyes and both smelling and hearing things you couldn't detect before. Your body is at least ten feet tall, covered in spikes, and very swift.
It is also in incredible pain, as the thrown spear punched through the Dancing Shield as if it weren't there. You remember in a moment of clarity, with your small intestine perforated, that Dancing Shield only defends against melee attacks.
You are bleeding heavily from your torso.
ZIL
After some time - perhaps an hour, perhaps half again as long - the road your movements brought you to transitions abruptly from packed dirt to something that resembles very smooth asphalt. A metal sign placed in the middle of the road says something in an illegible script, with a faded wooden sign stating "Istak city limits - City proper 4 miles" below it in English. Sparse buildings begin to appear on the horizon, a contrast to the empty fields you'd been passing up 'til now.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 10:31 am
Wincing heavily from the pain Jacob shook his now beast like head as he reached down and bit the spear pulling it out and tossing it to the ground. This form was odd but even so he felt like it was his own body with full control of it. Rolling up into a ball he started to roll quickly towards the last of the bandits the spikes on his body tearing the ground he was rolling over up. He would make this last one regret having attacked him and no longer planned to show any mercy towards the thugs.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 10:57 am
"City? It's a city? A city!", Zil asked hesitantly at first and began to exclaim it triumphantly. Civilization! He could not believe how happy he felt. Finally! Some trace of what was in his own world. He walked along coolly, seeing the buildings coming into view. It was not far now, he hoped. And suddenly, the exhilaration of being just a little bit closer to home kind of hit him as he remembered how his real home was like. The pollution of the city, the garbage, the populous streets with the homeys going "Whassup, ********'?", all that graffiti everywhere, the capitalist slave-drivers and the helplessly poor. Always warmed his heart. Ahh, the imperfection of humanity. He touched the zipper on his hip, trying to invoke it when it opened into an other world just in front of him. "Sooo... this is like... a bag right? Fair enough. Gay magical blings and gay hip bags. Fair enough", he said, getting the ring to return to its original form. He kept walking, playing around with the two bracelets which sadly would not do anything. No fun. He frowned a little.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:45 pm
JACOB
Though you are blind while rolling, that does not prevent you feeling the disorienting vertigo as you roll up a hill that was not there when you rolled into a ball. The 'hill' redirects your momentum so you end up rolling back the way you came, and you hear the sound of shifting dirt as you roll to a stop, instinctively in a position that lets you unroll onto your feet. You hear the highwayman speaking, slightly muffled because of your position. "Oy, yu din' say yu got a Summonin' Rune y'little quim. S'not fair, in't. Give a man a sportin' chance, ya?"
ZIL
The buildings of the 'city' are mostly low-lying stone structures with tile roofs, none more than three floors, built in a style that seems to fuse 18th-century Bostonian architecture with medieval decorations. There are a few signs, strangely, that seem to be electrically-powered neon. Most of the people speak a language that you can't understand a word of, though the odd pair converse in very archaic English. One sign written in English on the side of a one-story structure proclaims that the inside is an "Identifier's Business" in plain block letters.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:18 pm
"Oh balls." Virgil grumbled as he noticed the weather, he loved a good storm, but only when he could watch it from nice and dry inside. Then he spotted the man with a pipe. Oh cool, maybe he knows where the hell I am, and maybe let me inside to wait out the storm. Virgil thought to himself as he approached the man. "Good afternoon sir, mind if I ask you a few questions?" He asked politely, hoping he hadn't found the one crazy old guy with a Shotgun collection in the middle of nowhere.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 12:21 am
Zil looked around the city, quite puzzled. Perhaps not the skyscrapers he was hoping for but this was quite good enough. Perhaps here, he could find something that could tell him what he's doing here. He tried to make out the signs and the strange tongue people speak but to no avail. He then perked his ears when he heard what sounded to be the old form of English being spoken by an odd pair. He approached the two, not feeling he had anything to lose but did not exactly open a sociable conversation starter. "Um. Hey! This is Istak, right? I'm sorry. I'm a little lost."
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