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  1. "I hope not..." Twitch had a slightly disgusted expression on her face, "And I agree to taking this outside. I do not want innocents to be harmed in a personal squabble like this." She slowly backed out of the room, making sure to keep her eyes on him, in case he tried to pull a fast one while her back was turned. Not that it made sense for him to do so, if he was so confident he could defeat her from the front. But Twitch's paranoid nature dictated she remain vigilante, even when evidence seemed to speak to the contrary. Outside, the sun was already rapidly on its way to the other end of the world, leaving Weland in a gradually darkening twilight. It wasn't a long walk to find a place isolated from passerby's, as this part of town was on the edge of the rural farmland to the South. They would have the privacy the required, even it grew increasingly difficult to see.
  2. "You know as full well that this is no fair fight." Twitch replied, her head inexplicably jerking slightly to the side mid-sentence, "But I don't back down to threats, least of all from criminals and lesser villains like you." For some reason the word "villain" kept popping into her head as she thought of Dan. Must have been something she concluded about him during her high while she confronted him the first time. She wouldn't consider that a proper descriptor for this kid, now that she was sane enough to really analyze him. That still didn't absolve him of being a criminal and a thief, and therefor still a person she existed to keep off the street. "And even if I did try to "scuttle away", I doubt you came all this way just to let me leave in peace." She still made no move yet to draw, though she intended to do so when she thought he was at his lowest guard. Maybe while talking or gesturing. She only hoped to wound him, so he could spend time in the hospital then be moved back to jail, or a rehab center. Of course that was probably getting ahead of herself, but if she did come out of this alright, she intended to see to it that this kid got some help.
  3. A Pirate's Life Ain't So Bad

    How goes the progress?
  4. Twitch didn't respond as he said all this, remaining as still as she could minus the involuntary shakes and quirks from her drug withdrawal. The hands at her sides quivered just enough to be noticed, as though she were an old-timer suffering a degenerative disease. Without her adrenals, which she had noticed were gone thanks to Dan, she wouldn't have the focus and reflexes she normally possessed. She would have been confidence she could win the confrontation if she drew first while on a high, but not now. Now she was at least sober enough to realize that she was at a full disadvantage here. "What is it you intend to do, Palmer? Kill me?" she asked. Yet another reason that it was unfortunate for her to be off her meds right now. If she were to die, at least being on a high might deaden the pain and distract her from any feelings of dread or doom she may feel. Instead she would get to be fully conscious, as much as she was capable of, as the entire situation unfolded. But, if he did intend to kill her, she would at least try to go down with a fight.
  5. The young bounty hunter narrowed her eyes as she looked at the young man who was loitering in her room. She knew the face well, as she had pursued and captured him some time before in Hell's Gate. She was a bit surprised he had escaped from prisoner so quickly and was back on the street, or people's rooms, rather, but perhaps he had merely gotten off on some legal complication instead. Either way, his visit was not likely for a friendly social chat. "Dan Palmer." she stated his name in acknowledgement of his presence, "I didn't expect to hear from you again. At least not so soon." She seemed a bit saner than when Dan had last encountered her, which was thanks to the length of time that had past since her last shoot-up. Though her eyes and fingers still twitched uncontrollably at times, and her hands shook visibly when not gripping something, her mind was about as sober as it could be right now. "Here for revenge, I'm guessing." she added, hands dropping to her sides so they'd be in better position to draw her holstered guns.
  6. The nervous farmer looked across the table at the wild-eyed girl that had cornered him. She claimed to be a bounty hunter, but whether she was that or something else, all he knew was that she was trouble. The questions she asked, about his family, about his farm, about the man whose visage haunted the minds of all in his household, only cut at his fragile self-control as she continued to press. He had denied every accusation she hurled his way thus-far, but he was afraid too much more and he'd lose his nerve. "Look girl, I just wanted to have a quiet drink." he said, referring to the reason he'd originally come to this obscure pub, "If you won't leave, I will." "Ah, the pressure's getting to ya, isn't it?" Terryn "Twitch" Rosk replied, her face contorted into a deranged grin, "The description rung a bell, didn't it? Now tell me, what think you of this?!" She unfolded a sketch and slapped it onto the table between them, revealing the image of a man in a cowl, with a face that was vague in certain spots but distinctive in others. There were two words scribbled underneath the image, which simply read: "The Mutator. The farmer's eyes flashed a sign of recognition, as hard as he tried not to acknowledge that he knew the man. "Oh, and did I mention, he carries a whip?" Twitch added. The farmer began to sweat. There was no doubt that she was after the guy who, along with his minions, had rescued the farmer's family from the clutches of a vile clan of Centaurs, only recruit those former captors to force the family into serfdom. If the man in the cowl got word that the farmer had betrayed any information about him or his organization, the consequences would be dire. "You know him." the teenage bounty hunter nodded smugly. "NO!" the farmer nearly screamed, causing a few eyes to be cast in the direction of their corner table. "So you're covering for him." Twitch nodded, "I wonder what the authorities would think if they discovered you harbored a dangerous fugitive? A notorious kidnapper no less!" "Shh!" the farmer hissed, his eyes widening as he feared others may hear, "Look, fine, I saw him. He rescued my family. He's gone now, that's all I know." "Is it? Why does your family no longer trade in Weland?" "I... I... we found better prices elsewhere." the farmer whimpered, but quickly sighed, "I mean... look, I don't know what they'll do to us if I talk." "Who's they?" The farmer glanced around the pub, his face gripped in sheer paranoia. When he looked back at Twitch and spoke, his voice was an almost inaudible whisper. "Abbadon." "Who?" "The Abbadon Triumvirate. They're some sort of cult somewhere in Patia. The Mutator said he represented them. They take all our profit as tribute. That's all I know, I swear! Please don't tell anyone, it's worth my family's life!" the farmer urged, his voice as hushed as he could possibly make it. "Your secret is safe." Terryn nodded, standing up, "But know that you will be sorry if you lied to me." "I'll be sorry if you are the one who has lied." the farmer sighed. The young bounty hunter departed the bar, satisfied that she had a solid lead in the case. Her target was not a well-known criminal, but he had left a sporadic trail of disappearances in his wake, with strange stories being relayed by some of the families of the victims. She had tracked him here to Weland, where supposedly he had come in contact with a member of the Lingxi family, farmers of the Southern Quarter. That had led her to the man she had just interrogated, who was one of the only family members that was ever seen in town since the "incident". Now it was on to the Black City of Patia, to search for this "Abbadon Triumvirate" and see if they now harbored the Mutator. Sunset was upon Weland by the time she reached her hotel, a cheap place near the edge of town. It was only two stories tall, with Twitch's room being on the upper level. She ascended the staircase slowly, looking down at her hand which was shaking faintly. Her stimulant addition had fried her nerves so badly that she suffered all sorts of twitches and shakes when not given her daily dose of adrenals. Unfortunately, those injections also made her hyper and delusional, causing her difficulty throughout the day in focusing on her task. Based on how her body was acting now though, she needed another dose. The old wooden door creaked as she opened it, revealing the dim room within. The blinds were pulled, letting only a faint amount of orange light filter into the lodgings. Her stimulants would be sitting on the nightstand, as that was where she left them when she had departed that morning...
  7. Need some burglars...

    I'm not in a huge rush, I'd rather just have a well-written thread. So as long as you are back eventually, I see no reason to skip.
  8. Something Lurks in the Forest [IC]

    Ask and ye shall receive. Indeed, the arrival of the wardens and additional dryads was as welcome as Nikki had envisioned it being. But even this likely wouldn't be enough against Ragnar's giant wolves. Deciding to act now, she lined up a shot on one of the creature's eyes and was about to fire when Gorgorron was thrown into the treeline. The blood and wooden shrapnel forced her to turn her back to the crash and shield her face, preventing any attack from being made. "Damn it!" she shrieked, the splinters puncturing the back of her head and legs in a few places. She was not a warrior, just a girl who's greatest achievements were hunting trophies and low-risk camping trips in the forest. This was so far over her head that it wasn't even funny, and she realized it. But surviving, much less winning, this entire ordeal would only make her stronger. And so she powered through the pain and realigned her scope, firing off a blast of magic (enhanced by Walker's blessing) at the eye of one of the giant dire wolves. The creature howled and stumbled backward, but she didn't let up and continued to fire until the combination of her attacks and the efforts of Gogorron's minions had finished the monster off fully. It was then that she saw how Ferris was being tempted and prodded by Ragnar. The evil demigod was apparently trying to call up some inner beastly nature from the hunter, perhaps flipping him to his own side. If that were to happen, the results would be disastrous for the other two mercenaries. Fortunately, he seemed to be resisting for now and had forced Ragnar away. This moment in which the Dire King was distracted and vulnerable seemed to be a good time to see if she could make an impact. Without a word, she targeted those sinister orange eyes of Ragnar's and squeezed off a series of shots...
  9. OoC I: The Abbadon Triumvirate

    Hell no! Even we have limits and standards!
  10. OoC I: The Abbadon Triumvirate

    Evil stuffs.
  11. Royalty Never Walks Alone

    Rodan's face bore a mix of indignation and arrogant condescension as Lunara sought to question the Mutator's genius. As if he had not considered all the possibilities and complications that could arise, both from the transformation itself and from any interloper discovery of the Swan. She didn't realize what was involved in this process, and indeed, the common mage might well have performed a more perfect polymorph spell, only to accidentally create a magical paradox by blending a vampire with a swan, or to cause harm the strange hybrid baby within the queen's womb! "The size is necessary in order for her to have proper interior capacity and physical strength to fly with the fully-grown child inside her. That child which I do not wish to alter without more time to study its elusive genetic structure and origin." Rodan replied, his voice sharp, though not overly loud, "Furthermore, if I were to reduce her size to that of a normal swan, it would result in what I estimate to be at least fifty pounds of excess flesh, which would have to be transported or disposed of. Therefore, unless there are any volunteers to carry this additional girth, or unless you wish to have me waste valuable time dispersing it throughout the garden itself, then you will have to accept my work for what it is." Even as Rodan was defending his creation, Agony spoke of what he expected of Lunara, drawing the Faerie's attention back toward the blob. By the end of all the subsequent verbal exchanges, it appeared that Lunara was resigned to work with what was presented her, and she soon led the mighty Swan Queen out of the courtyard and into the dark Orisian sky. Ultimately satisfied, Rodan now turned toward Immie and Arashi, who thus-far had proven quite unnecessary and were more of loose-ends than anything. However, he saw some level of potential in Immie, if she could only be guided to abandon her naivety, while Arashi was an interesting physical specimen who's full capabilities were not yet revealed. They may yet be assets in this ongoing operation, therefor it was within the Triumvirate's interest to keep them along for now, even if it was only so disposal could be done somewhere more private. Agony was wasting no more time, having already voiced his intention to leave and that the others should follow. While the Mutator did indeed wish to be out of this castle as soon as possible, he also considered himself responsible for keeping the two women from becoming liabilities. Naturally, he chose to cloak this ulterior motive with chivalry. "Ladies, please proceed." he offered Immie and Arashi a slight bow, while beckoned with a gesture for them to follow Agony, "I shall protect our rear. We must hasten." Presuming they did as he suggested, Rodan Allagi took up position behind the women and the massive, dark-armored guide. As they made through way through the courtyards and gardens, the Mutator began to ponder the possibility of starting a garden himself. Intricately he could craft it, using the scraps and wastes left-over by other activities as his material for the base. Then, once he was satisfied with the layout and lifeless architecture, he could then fill it with plants, trees and flowers of all shapes and sizes, even of his own design. Perhaps even wildlife could be added, though nature would of course provide some as well. And in true fashion for one such as he, Rodan imagined these plants and animals would all be of sentient origin, the final fate of prisoners, dissidents, traitors or even just interesting acquaintances. And once he had filled his garden, he would share its beauty with those worthy of witnessing it. His fellow Triumvirs perhaps, or at least the ones who had appreciation for such things? Perhaps nobles or political leaders with whom Abbadon was allied or was in negotiation with? Maybe even artists, scientists and intellectuals of renown could be given tours of his sinister creation, so that they may marvel in terror and appreciation at his grotesque creativity. Alas, the Mutator was forced to put aside these grandiose dreams when they reached the gate, instead being left to wonder once again if his abilities would be put to a test of offensive capabilities. But as before, the threat passed without violent conflict, and they were all permitted to leave the castle grounds. Though he had enjoyed the lovely courtyards within that mighty fortress, Rodan felt a definite sense of relief as they began to place distance between them and the Queen's soldiers, who, should they learn what he had done, would surely seek to cut down his genius before his dreams could ever be given the subtlest degree of reality...
  12. Something Lurks in the Forest [IC]

    "Oh second thought, perhaps this was not such a great idea..." Nikki wasn't liking what she was seeing. The monstrous creature that burst forth was already large enough that most of the weapons available were certain to be ineffectual. If not for Walker's spellcasting, there would be no hope at all. The earthquake caused by Ragnar through everyone out of position, but by the time they recovered, the Dire King was buffing his wolven minions, seeming only to put this cause even more out of reach. The Dryads were soon gone, though Nikki did wonder if their automatons, like the tree golem the mercenaries had encountered earlier, were still active anywhere. It was weird to think of such things as being a welcome sight, but anything would be helpful. Maybe the Dwarves that had been left behind at the camp had some sort of artillery to bring into play, but they probably were already fleeing the forest if they were smart. That did spur a thought in her mind though. "If we need to retreat, the Dwarven city might provide us some cover to defend!" she said to the other two. She raised her rifle and sighted the closest of the enlarged wolves, focusing her target area upon its face, the eyes in particular. If any place was a weak spot, those would likely be it. She didn't attack yet though, wanting to wait for either an order to fire from Ferris or Walker, or for Ragnar and company to make the first move...
  13. A Pirate's Life Ain't So Bad

    The strategy makes sense, since it ensures all the information is fresh in your mind. But since posts in this thread are pretty long, I find it easier for time management to just read what I can, whenever I can. When I actually go to post, I just reference back to get specifics as needed. Anyway, looking forward to your post.
  14. A Pirate's Life Ain't So Bad

    I'm guessing nobody has dared to attempt to read my monstrous post yet? lol
  15. A Pirate's Life Ain't So Bad

    @Die Shize Ha, not far off from me. I have folders within folders of text documents, plus a dozen or so cluttered google docs filled with misc shit. Also I took on the absurd task of recording every named character in every RP I was ever in with my other RP group (some of those were 100-page, 25-post-per-page RPs, mind you), so I have a bunch of google sheets of that... You remember it. I live it. ;)
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