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Post by Dragonmaster on Jul 29, 2016 9:00:39 GMT -8
OOC:When the italics don't want to work.
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Post by Dragonmaster on Jul 29, 2016 9:07:28 GMT -8
45 minutes. I thought. This girl has been in there for 45 minutes. Really. How long does it take to find a dress and purchase it.
OOC: when the site just doesn't like you. This is how it's supposed to be right there.
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Post by Jojo on Jul 29, 2016 17:44:01 GMT -8
Kiya's POV
Our little scouting trip wasn't necessarily warranted by my uncle or father, but I decided to go on ahead doing it anyway. Neither of them wanted us to wander too close to the boarders of the Slane territory. But I felt it necessary, regardless of what they felt. They didn't have to know where exactly we'd gone. We normally had moments were we went about riding the land between our two feuding families in order to maintain the peace and diffuse any conflicts we might see gathering. If we could simply eventually take control of the land, then we would have already won this battle. We wouldn't make any progress if we never wandered past the halfway mark.
I had a decent amount of men with me that volunteered to come join. More than I figured would be willing to break the rules just for me. But we had a good fifteen armed men ready for action. All I wanted to know was if there were any troops on the other side, and if so, how many. How could my father and uncle see no benefit in a few of us going scouting? Of course, that was where we differed majorly. They saw defense as our only option, while I saw no reason not to strike before they ever got the chance.
"Wait," I said, hushing my men and women in arms from their laughter.
Tayson was always quite the man of humor and kept us all in high spirits, but now, I was regretting have brought him. Anyone could hear them all from a mile away!
My ears so much as twitched to a sound quite a distance from where we stood. They had heard us, that I was certain, as their footfalls came to a stop. The others didn't seem to hear anything, but they trusted my instincts, luckily. Other than when I heard a rabbit far off and mistook it for an ambush from time to time.
"Well, well," one of them said. "Look what we have here? Company?"
As quietly as possible, I unsheathed my sword, careful about how much noise I made with each step forward. The others took up their shields and tried to follow until I put a hand up to beckon that they stay until my cue. We had already been heard. If they thought there was only one of us, they wouldn't be sure what to expect. Once I was far enough from my fellow traveler's, purposefully I made noise with the crunching of fall leaves beneath my feet. I had my back against a tree in a moment's notice, still keeping an eye on the other's so they could see my cue when it was necessarily. I began trying to slow my breathe, ready at any moment they might have tried to attack.
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Post by Umbra Animus on Jul 29, 2016 21:44:23 GMT -8
Name : Henry Augustus Age : 54
Gender : Male
Occupation : Head surgeon on the Slane family and general medical adviser. He secretly practices necromancy any chance he gets.
Personality : Henry is a calm, collected man even if he is quite cold. He doesn't seem to have much emotion and spends his time by himself with his books or in his secret laboratory. However, he is not malicious. On the contrary, he thinks very highly of human life and thinks of death as a dangerous and unnecessary thing (though he's also come to find great interest in it). While not fond of battle, he's no pushover either. He's quite skilled with a knife and knows all the best places to slice someone up. He is generally very agreeable when it comes to the Slanes orders and simple tasks, but he respects no other authorities. He simply doesn't have time to deal with every law in the book.
Appearance : Henry is a taller and broader man, but has this wrists and legs. Speaking of which, his legs make up most of his height compared to his torso, which is relatively short. His head and face are covered in a thick white hair. His hair is neatly trimmed most of the time and his beard kept clean and tidy and is usually greased down for a shiny look. When not performing his medical duties, Mr. Augustus enjoys the finer threads that come with living in such a prestigious house and he is especially fond of bow-ties.
Biography : Henry is a noble born child of a very successful family. His father was a very skilled surgeon and taught Henry everything he knew about the ins and outs of a human body. His mother was a stay-at-home lady who enjoyed the high life while her only son and husband would travel the country treating the sick and dying. Henry never had a good relationship with his mother, but it mostly stemmed from their very little time together. Even as a child he was taken care of by maids. Eventually, the time came for Henry to grow into himself as a man and take up his own doctoring. He then travel by himself while his father would be treating more serious cases. When they would both be at the estate, both would joke and boast about who was the better doctor based on their successes. The house was usually full of laughter when they engaged in this friendly argument. And then the most ironic thing happened: Mr. Augustus, Henry's father, well ill with an incurable disease. The doctor quickly came to terms with his fate and ordered that no action be taken to stave off his death. He decided to take it in stride. But, Henry was having none of it. He wasn't about to see his own father die at the hands of something they were so knowledgeable of. In the months leading to his father's death, Henry searched through every book he could find and talked with every leading expert. But alas, it truly was incurable. It was during this time of mourning that Henry discovered Necromancy. The though of bring the dead back to life fascinated him. The more he read, the most obvious it became that there was no cure for death. No necromancy had ever complete a perfect reanimation, though many, many had tried. This ignited Mr. Augustus's spark. He knew he could achieve reanimation. He could achieve immortality. But, he needed a patron and somewhere to hide. The Slane's accepted his request to join their ranks after he proved to them his prowess in the medical field. That was 30 years ago.
Other: Henry is what's known as a "Stitcher" when it comes to Necromancy. In a nutshell, that means that he cuts of corpses, sews them back together, and then finally reanimates them. Using a mixture of sutures and forbidden alchemy, Mr. Augustus has created more than a few terrible abominations. Think Frankenstein.
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Post by Umbra Animus on Jul 31, 2016 23:34:06 GMT -8
Mr. Augustus' POV
It was a terrible time trudging through the No Man's Land. Bushes everywhere, trees that covered your sight, and most of all the mud. Getting dirty wasn't a real problem with me, I am a doctor after all, but it was the fact that whenever you'd step in a rather large pot your boots would get stuck and it became tiresome pulling them out whenever it happened. But, I had to admit that the landscape itself wasn't too much of an eyesore. In fact, I would even say it looked nice today, despite the trials it put me through.
The reason I was enduring this landscape was for the purpose of find a Arthfael Slane, who had left earlier in the day on exorcist work. While I was no exorcist myself, I liked to tag along on his excursions to watch him work when I could. As a studying necromancer, the dead interested me to no end. While I doubted that dealing with spirits would help me along my path towards immortality, perhaps it could have an unexpected turn one of these days. As a scientist, I needed to look into all possibilities on the manner. Normally, I would join him on his walks to and from the site of activity, but luck was not on my side this day. It seemed that the servant tasked with alerting me was rather new and didn't know her way around the manor very well. She ended up being quite late in telling me. Not only that, but I was cleaning some instruments during that time and I needed to put them away before I could leave.
Because Arthfael had already left, I got the address from one of his personal guards and was off as soon as I could go. Because there weren't any roads in No Man's Land, I thought the best course of action was to arrive at the house Arthfael was going to and hope they hadn't already finished their work. But, it seemed that I was lucky this day after all. As I passed by a large tree, I say the heads of some people walking in the same direction as I was. Surely it had to be Arthfeal, there was no one else allowed in No Man's Land and only those Driscolls strolled in and out as much as the Slanes did. The chance is was a coincidence was impractical, so I quickened my pace to catch up with them. When I did, something didn't seem right. There stood Arthfael and a few others I'd seen around the house, but they were frozen in place. Something was amiss. I decided the best course of action was to say hidden for the time being, and I was not wrong.
I heard something, probably the same thing the others had heard. Footsteps. Tons of them. I cursed to myself before hearing one of the men I could see whisper "Driscolls." I started to sweat soon after. I was no fighter, after all. I knew that if they were jumped, I would be obligated to help them out of both my duty as a servant of the house and my own honor. Once more I cursed before shrinking into a better hiding place. I prepared myself for whatever happened next. If only there was something dead lying around...
((OOC: Hopefully it's okay I just plop myself into the scene like that. Also, sorry for late post. Also, sorry for boring post. I couldn't really think of anything else to say or do to get myself in the action.))
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Post by KaussKauss on Aug 1, 2016 15:06:07 GMT -8
Arthfael’s POV:
It could have been nothing, or it could have very well been something. I stood stock-still and surveyed the bank of trees for another hint of movement.
“Uncle,” I muttered, eyes narrowing. “Am I crazy?”
“Yes,” he said. “But not too crazy.”
Uncle Lorcan puffed out his chest and marched across the clearing. His steps became labored, his being unstable and sheer.
“You will not make it,” I said. “It is too far from the estate, uncle.”
He shirked my good advice, sallying forth until an ethereal, intangible gust tore him into swaths and carried them away. Silly Uncle Lorcan. It would take him hours to re-solidify.
“Driscolls…” I heard him say.
I turned back, looking for any sign of Oran. Ah, was I in this alone? Carefully, quietly, I slipped a hand into my overcoat and grabbed hold of my flintlock revolver.
“Don’t be shy,” I said. “Come on out, friend. Introduce yourself.”
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Post by Dragonmaster on Aug 8, 2016 9:02:13 GMT -8
Lizzy's POV
We had been walking through the twin for quite some time, merely admiring all that it withheld. At some point or another, I looked to my brother with a puzzled look. "Caiden. How exactly are we to spread word of our labor? We are new to this town, and this area as a whole, so we have no means to do so. And we should attempt to find work soon." I said to him. After a bit of a pause, Caiden replied "This is true. Mostly." With another puzzled look, I said to him "Mostly? And what is it that I have said that is not true?" Caiden merely nudged my arm and said "That we have no means of spreading word. For we have one of the greatest means right here." He tapped his throat.
"You don't mean to-" but it was too late. Caiden stepped onto a nearby stool, and cupped his hands around his mouth. As loudly as he could, Caiden shouted "Attention all! I have an announcement to make." Had it been anyone else, most people would have just ignored him and kept walking. But it seemed that the scabbard on his back, and the two sheathed daggers at his sides seemed to attract many people's attention.
"My dear sister and I, Elizabeth and Caiden Blaire" he continued as he gestured towards me and then himself, "have just arrived to this lovely town. We are mercenaries, and we seek work. We can accomplish any job or task you need. For the right price of course." He paused, then said "That is all"
After he stepped down from the stool, I elbowed him in the stomach. "What on earth are you doing. Did you really have to do that?" He looked at me with an amused look, a look that was not common from him. "Of course it was. You see, what better way to spread word of our availability than that of the people's own voice. Now they will carry news of our availability, until one who requires our services hears, and comes to us."
Despite his rash and ridiculous actions, his logic made some sense, if any. I merely tapped my staff on the ground, and looked up at him. "Well," I said to him, "I hope someone comes quickly. I would love to have some fun soon." Caiden began to walk forward on the street which had resumed its original pace. "You and me both Lizzy." He said back to me.
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