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Post by Ziggurat The Savage on Jan 28, 2007 22:23:54 GMT
Ziggurat followed the rumors from around Aldorm to the lake Rothis. he examided the shore and determined the rumor to be false. Then out of the water shot a beautiful girl and flipped back into the water. He decided to follow.
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Post by Kayrm Hailis on Jan 29, 2007 2:38:42 GMT
The crisp eve presented the hunter with little opportunity to stalk another; yet, as the sky seemed to darken, Kayrm cared not for his lack of challenge. He sat against a mighty oak, shuffling through the arrows used for hunting that day to determine which missiles were in need of repair, or, more dire, replacement. Upon the sound of a hushed splash, then a follow-up splash from what sounded like a much larger being. The first noise was gentle, calming, even; the second one not so much. As a result of the sudden crashing of faux waves, his hands slipped while tightening an iron arrow head; his left thumb was cut shallowly by the point, while his right hand snapped the wooden shaft.
"Urgh, hells!"
His gloved hand shot for his mouth, the lacerated thumb being put to his lips to be cleaned of blood. His tongue stayed to the flesh to restrict the flow of the seeping crimson. All the while, though, his eagle-esque eyes sought out what could have caused the noises, noting a hulking silhouette against the pastels of fleeting rays standing within the shallows.
Instantly on-guard, Kayrm stood, one hand to his mouth, another to the rapier at his side. No blade was drawn, no words were offered; the hunter awaited the being, letting it come as either friend or quarry, or not at all, if it so desired.
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Post by Ziggurat The Savage on Jan 31, 2007 0:25:06 GMT
Ziggurat couldn't believe it, he stared deeply into the glimmering lake, taking his steps slowly and carefully. Before taking another step he froze, a chill ran up his spine, he looked around assuming he was being followed. When he turned he stared in awe at the same maiden from the lake. She wore a pale green dress with gold trimming. The hair over her head was blond but strangely could easily be mistaken as a very light green, the goddess was flawless. Lost her eyes Ziggurat didn't dare to move, out of nowhere she appeared a footstep away, she placed her index and middle fingers on his head. Ziggurat now paralyzed, fell back in the water sinking like a rock thought he would be killed by her.
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Post by Kayrm Hailis on Jan 31, 2007 2:48:11 GMT
A curious sensation overcame the back of the hunter's neck. Each hair seemed to rise up, proclaiming that the sinking man should be saved, rather than warded against. The sliced thumb was lowered from his lips, and the hand shot for his skinning blade. Holding the two weapons out in the fashion of his dual-scimitar brothers-in-arms, he gave but a moment to ponder the situation before dashing to the lake's edge. Though the luminous halos around the orcblood and the strange lady, Kayrm could make out the hand gesture.
A sudden realization came to Kayrm: The woman was using some manner of arcane arts to bring the man to his paralyzed state, hence the prickling feeling at his neck; the gathering of magical energies.
At the banks of the lake, the hunter placed his right leg first, letting his knees bend just a bit. His rapier was held defensively, while his knife held in a way perfect for either stab or punching slash should the need present itself.
Before speaking in a trembling voice, Kayrm cleared his throat of a building bile, the horrid mix of semi-solids forcing itself back to his gut.
"M-milady! Stop your assault, magical or otherwise, on this man at this moment, lest... Lest... Lest I take action on his part!"
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Post by Ziggurat The Savage on Jan 31, 2007 23:34:20 GMT
Ziggurat saw the beauty walk down the shore into th ocean and stare him in the eyes.
" You're fine, breath or you'll suffocate."
He took her advice and it worked, he could breath fine. He was baffled by this magic. Able to move again he swam to the shore and the lady followed, he felt creepy breathing under water.
"Who are you?"
Zig asked before a man with quite a bit of distance between made an comment he couldn't hear.She lunged forward grabbing his hand and pulled him away, she forced him into running keeping to the hidden area they ran quite a long distance until they coincidently ran into a group of twelve orcs all armed.
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Post by Kayrm Hailis on Feb 1, 2007 0:44:55 GMT
Alright, now the lad was intrigued.
From drowning to breathing to swimming to completely shrugging off the young hunter, Kayrm kept silent and watched, yet still readied his blades defensively. When the two ran, seemingly at his appproach, he made up his mind.
The woman must have him under a spell, he thought, but what devilish enchantment imbues both underwater breathing and servitude at the same occurance?
Watching the two go, he knew well that he could follow them amongst the trees; the spaces between the trunks offered many methods of stalking far-off prey, let it be scent-following, print-tracking, or instinctive chasing.
Returning to his previous perch, Kayrm gathered up his arrows, leaving behind the shattered shaft and displaced arrowhead, and placed the ammunition with the collapsable bow in his quiver. Blades were sheathed in a flurry of steel, and he was off, into the trees to follow his quarry.
Falling in line behind them quickly enough, the hunter stuck over them, hidden by boughs of foliage in the oaks towering over them. From tree to tree he did move, soundlessly, as though he were but a shadow. A few golden rivulets peeked down over his eyes after coming to a stop at the edge of a clearing. He heard rustling in the near-dusk, then saw the packed-up remains of an orcish warcamp. Ten or so scrawny goblinoid slaves were working in concert to move five massive, hollowed-out spires of wood carrying supplies and arms, led by a group of maybe twenty heavily-armored orcs.
Before the possibly-entranced orcblood and the possibly-malign woman spotted the rear guard, Kayrm had an arrow nocked and prepared to take out one of the beasts, a pale-fleshed combatant with a great axe hefted over his shoulder, with a well-placed missile at the unarmored base of his neck.
Seeing it futile to warn the lady and her cohort, Kayrm simply sat in wait. If his prey needed help, so be it, he would spring from the branches to deliver Nature's well-deserved wrath unto any orcs standing between him and learning of this curious lady's motives.
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