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Post by DarkNova50 on Apr 20, 2009 23:05:49 GMT
With her hunger having been satisfied, no longer gnawing incessantly at her mind, Alex listened intently to the others as they spoke. It was the words of the Spriggan woman especially, speaking of their cruelty and their sadism, that rattled her the most.
Sadism? she wondered to herself, as her more rational side was once again allowed to surface. But...no, I didn't enjoy... Remembering what she had done to the guard just moments before, she looked down the the horrific implements that jutted monstrously from her arm. Sure enough, they were stained a deep crimson, caked in the young guard's blood. The blood of somebody's son...
Oh my gods... Alex thought, her arm beginning to shake slightly. But no...it wasn't her arm anymore, was it? It had stopped being her's the moment she'd become whatever beast now stood there, quietly staring at its own limbs in wide-eyed horror. Even Siorra's words, recognizing that she had been unable to control her own actions, were of little comfort.
"Arkay...forgive me..." Alex thought pleadingly, feeling as though she could cry but unsure if this new form would even allow such a simple gesture. "I never wanted...I wasn't strong enough to stop..."
As the others made their way out of the room, the pleading cries of another prisoner hit Alex's ears. A pleading mingled with the rattling of chains, much as she had...she could only hope whatever creature it was proved more capable of restraining itself than she had.
Moving uncertainly to the cell in question, Alex looked upon the creature, one which appeared to be at least partly insect-like in appearance. "I...I'm afraid I don't have a key..." she spoke to him telepathically, the sound of her 'voice' uncertain. She looked down to her blood stained appendages. "But...I'll try my best to get you out. Please, stand back." The last thing she wanted was another death on her hands.
Raising her arm above her, Alex came down on the bars with the bone blades with a harsh clang, The metal bars warped and bent, but were still intact. It took another couple of attempts to finally break through the barrier, and one swing each to break through the new prisoner's respective chain restraints.
"Let's hurry on, then," Alex told the man, or what had once been a man, his bindings now gone. "I...wish to leave this place..." With that, Alex turned around and made her way quickly through the opening the others had gone through, sprinting through the catacombs to catch up with them.
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Post by FC4 on Apr 21, 2009 2:03:09 GMT
Agrabal watched the carnage through a haze of dark blue, oblivious to the shades of crimson red he was decorating the dungeons with. More guards had begun to stream in from the stairs, but were finding their way blocked by the iron gate.
"Get me Crossbowmen!" One Guard hollered. Agrabal looked around the room, and realized now that he stood alone against the oncoming guards. Even the molten man had left.
Try not to kill them, but don't worry about it too much. THe words of a female echoed in his mind like the chirps of birds, causing the lich to pause as his arms rose to cast yet another spell. The skull turned to the left and right. I am alone. They have left. All of them. His arms lowered, the palms turning to his eyeless face. A guard, nearly dead now, moaned. What have I done?
"FIRE!" The guard roared, and it was followed by an unholy wail made through strained vocal cords. Three crossbows snapped to life, to send bolts zipping into the undead beast. One hit the arm near the previous sword cut wound, ripping through. Another took his right shoulder, and the third the left side of his collar bone.
Rage filled the lich as he lumbered back, his pelvic arms buckling and sending him sprawling to the floor. A shout of triumph rang out. Turning to face his attackers, his good left arm rose, not hindered by the pain of an arrow wound to the shoulder, and the fingers splayed out. Chapped lips parted in a snarling hiss. The shouts ceased immediately, as wretched iron overpowered it.
The entire arm illuminated with vicious strength, and the very stones of the dungeon entrance began to glisten. With a single groaning whisper, the lich cast his spell. The result was instantaneous, as the iron gate once pinning guard corpses to the wall twisted and shot over the gate blocking the entrance, covering it in two layers of iron. To compound the problem for them, the floor in front of the gates shot up, a stone wall forming as the stones were altered to be longer.
His alterations made, the lich heaved himself to his feet, and turned to leave. It was a great, stumbling process to get to the location the others had been in, and on the way he ripped out the three arrows, letting them clatter to the floor. I... lost control. Again. Why? Why must I thirst for death?
Wasn't I trying to avoid it? When he finally reached the chamber, there were two standing there. One was clad in insect-like armor and long needles, the other was the black armored girl who had sucked life from one of the guards. She left quickly though, so he looked to the insectoid man.
"I... close... path...." He pointed at the man, then the passageway. "Firrrrst."
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Post by Cirith on Apr 24, 2009 16:04:44 GMT
Finally someone came to his aid, a figure with feminine traits and a dark yet slightly reflecting scaly skin had appeared at Cirith's prison gate. she didn't appear to speaking but Cirith could still hear her words, "I...I'm afraid I don't have a key... But...I'll try my best to get you out. Please, stand back." and fortunately she was well equipped for breaking down the gates as it only took her a few hits to free Cirith from his cell. Cirith tried to thank the woman, but she already left him after saying she didn't want to stay here any longer. "yeah, me neither" he said just as she left.
Cirith didn't have time to think of his own escape plan and decided to follow her but before he could get up another being had arrived at his door. A jolt of adrenaline surged through his blood for a second and his two insect like shoulder stringers curled into a active position to strike as he was startled by the undead monstrosity standing at his cell. Cirith tried to get up to brace for an attack of the being resembling a lich but when none came he took another look at the being which was uttering the simple sentence "I... close... path...." after which he pointed at Cirith and then down the hallway where all the others had disappeared to before saying another word with an eerie voice "Firrrrst".
Cirith understood the deal and his shoulder stingers lowered before he left his cell. Once he'd gotten out of his cell he was able to see another open cell which probably was the way out as he could not think of any other reason why everyone headed in that direction. he quickly called to his undead ally behind him a short "Thanks!" before entering the cell with the secret tunnel now revealed by some mechanism "It seems they did know what they were doing" and he ventured deeper into the tunnel to see others ahead of him, he didn't wait to see what the lich-like being would do but Cirith had a feeling he'd find out soon enough anyway.
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Post by Chaos 303030 on Apr 25, 2009 2:05:16 GMT
He sighed, walking down the hall. He had a foul taste in his mouth, and he knew what he did was wrong. It disgusted him to think of killing so many...but he hadn't been able to control himself. Something primal inside of him had been unlocked and he had reveled in his fury at the bloodshed. He still remembered the exhilaration he felt as he saw the guards fall, pin cushioned with his bolts.
He braced his hand against the wall and fought hard against the urge to vomit. His ego, his condition, and his problems had gotten in the way of ration, and the results had been catastrophic. He could hear the echoes of the conversation down the hallway and knew that they were right; he was a monster, and he deserved to die. He knew that there was a good chance they'd take their chance to end him, the lich, and possibly the scythe-armed woman when they escaped.
He chuckled, a soft orange glow lighting his path. It was quite likely that the tree-lady would try and get revenge on him and Siorra as they exited anyway, regardless of how he had killed the guards. She seemed to have an irrational hatred of all things abnormal, and that officially included her and everyone escaping. Some people can't accept change, Zinguzi guessed. And she was going to have to either learn to accept and embrace change and a new life, or die as the world kept moving around her.
He passed in front of a cell, not noticing the occupant babbling in a corner inside. The man turned, a red gleam in his eyes. He was foaming at the mouth and muttering about Sheogorath and the King of Worms. He lunged at the cell door, grasping it and trying to reach an arm through, most likely in a misguided attempt to grab at one of his 'captors.' A violent, thunder-esque noise emanated from the cell door as the feral man clenched his teeth in agony. He crawled on all fours to the back of his cell, muttering and cursing at Zinguzi.
Poor Man, Zinguzi thought as he neared the escape tunnel. The surge affected some of us much worse than others, I guess. At least our group retained our sanity... Or the others did. He closed his eyes. I don't know about me though.
Drawing up the hood on his cape, he walked up to Siorra, quietly moving past the others. He looked down as he walked forward; it was a confident stride, but it betrayed his sorrow at what he had done. He had the gait of someone who had done wrong and knew it, but wasn't going to cave in and apologize.
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Post by FC4 on Apr 27, 2009 15:23:52 GMT
Agrabal could see through the stone wall he had created, that the guards were rushing away from the stairs. Bright blobs of life moving about, seeking another way through; or perhaps a way to break through. Just like the Legion to revert to brute force. He turned at the scorpion-man left his containment cell and moved into the secret passageway. Agrabal followed, moving slowly and carefully on two legs and two pelvic arms, his tail dragging on the floor.
No more death. I didn't want to kill them; I shouldn't have.
But it felt so good... No... No no no... But if they break through... if they find a way through stone... I must give another safeguard. The lich-monstrocity turned around, looking at the corpses slumped against the wall and burnt upon the floor. His front arms moved, weaving through the air as his back arms sort of twitched. After a few weaves through thin air, those arms began to glow with violet ethereal light. They came together finally before his head, fists together with index fingers extended.
"Liiive.... my chilldren... Llliive... And hollld... guard." Agrabal instructed, his harsh voice breathing out a cloud of violet dust upon the dungeon from his hands. It dispersed like gas quickly, before strobes of light flashed in front of the faces of the dead guards. With a soft swish of grayed and decaying cloak, the lich turned away from the moans and creaks of dead rising, striding into the secret passage the small woman had opened.
Not even turning around, he muttered a single word and thrust an open palm into the rock wall by his side. The rock just behind him ejected itself from the wall, a column of altered stone that sealed off the passage. Having finished his spell, Agrabal stumbled forward once more, moving down the hallways towards the blobs of life he knew to be the others.
Remain in the shadows, or they will kill me. I know they will. Everyone tries to kill me. I am unholy, a monstrosity without the Surge's alterations, why shouldn't they?
And right now... I don't have the strength to stop them all. I could kill one or two easily, but I can't hold them all. The guards have drained me. I still must recover from my shackles. Agrabal thought to himself, analyzing his situation. If a rotted, barely fleshed face could frown, Agrabal did. No... I won't kill them. I'll just stay in the shadows. Cover their rear. Then when I have recovered my magicka, I will confront them; and if they wish to fight, we will. His decision made, he stayed back, his form barely noticeable from a distance in the dim light of the passage.
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Post by Vicorva on May 21, 2009 17:19:19 GMT
OOC: Hey all, sorry to have betrayed your trust, but I'm just part of a long chain of betrayal. 'Internet will be up as soon as we move in'. Yeah right, I knew it was too good to be true...
On a lighter note, my laptop has choked its last breath and is now nothing more than scrap, so I'm only able to get online on N/A's little sister's laptop.
*Sigh* But I'll get this moving again! Just excuse the crappy posts... IC:
Once they were in the tunnel, the journey was uneventful, but fraught with tension. Individual members of the group clearly had big problems with one another, and it seemed unlikely that things were going to get any better.
But they only had to remain together until they got outside, and after a long slog through the sewers, daylight broke, early dawn.
Siorra winced as she saw the rising sun, knowing it to be the signal for her execution, or it would have been.
The translucent feathered woman turned to look at the others. She was quiet; this was a crossroads. No doubt they'd all go their separate ways now; creatures like Serana too full of hate for the others to remain, creatures like herself to go on and search for answers and vengeance.
"We're out," she stated unnecessarily. "I'm hoping to look for answers; the Mages' seem like a good start. You can all do whatever you want." Her expression on that marble face was hard to read, but her blank eyes were somehow bitter. "I'm sure you will."
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Post by Tom Bombadil on May 22, 2009 18:05:47 GMT
"Good luck with that," said Akhil cheerfully, imagining the field day the Guild would have if they got their hands on one of them. "The rest of us, on the other hand, might have a slightly tougher time of staying out of view of the public- and the guard, more importantly."
He hoisted himself out of Serana's hand and jumped to the ground, rolling upon landing. Staggering to his feet, he straightened his robes and bowed to Serana, saying "I thank you for your kindness, madam. And you as well," he said, bowing also to Siorra.
Akhil looked around at the woodland, taking a moment to appreciate the sense of freedom washing over him. The scene of the sunrise was amplified by the view he had from his size; the overwhelmingly large environment was an inspiring sight.
"I burned most of my old bridges when I changed my name to Akhil (an Imperial name didn't seem appropriate anymore), so I don't think I'll suffer many complications from my former life. Thankfully. In any case, I suppose we have an hour or so before the Imperial Rangers can come after us proper. It's an unattractive prospect, but getting as far as possible from settled areas is probably the best course of action, presently. At least, that's what I plan on doing." He couldn't help but wonder how all of them would fare; half of them had never been a fugitive before, himself included, and there was still the task of getting used to their bodies. "Any other ideas?" he asked hopefully. Risking his neck in the wilderness was an undesirable prospect, despite his demeanor about it.
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Post by Vrek on May 24, 2009 7:46:40 GMT
"Ahkil is right," Vincent said, shaking his head slowly. "We should all try to get away from here; going to the Guild now would be suicide. The BattleMages would kill you before you got close to the University. And even if you avoid them, there's enchantments placed directly over the inner sanctum; they would let them know you're there. Then you would have a dozen Masters after you."
He turned away from the group, and looked down past the treeline, to the glimmering water surrounding the Imperial Isle. He bent down at his knees, coming as close to the tiny crystal man as he easily could. "I'm with you on this, Ahkil." He looked up at the others with mixed feelings. Some of them were dangerous, but he doubted that he, an apprentice who could barely stand, and a man smaller then his thumb would do very well on their own. "There are a few small docks around the island, we might be able to find a boat we can use."
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Post by DarkNova50 on May 25, 2009 5:02:09 GMT
OOC: Damn, I was going to make some quippy remark about you bringing this RP back from the grave, Illusionary, but it wasn't really dead, was it? More like on hiatus. Ah, well...
IC: The remainder of the group's journey through the underground passages were remarkably uneventful, when one considered the botchery of their initial attempts. When they finally reached the outside world once again, the morning sun cresting over the distant horizon, Alex felt a certain elation rush through her, and for a brief moment, allowed the rest of her worries to subside.
Alex's focus was quickly brought back to the situation at hand, however, when Siorra spoke to the others of her plan: to seek out the Mages, and find some manner of explanation of their current situation. And, Alex hoped, some means of reversing it. At least two of the others, however, seemed hesitant of such a plan.
"Excuse me, Siorra?" Alex spoke-thought to the woman in question, though her words would have been audible to any willing to hear it. "I was hoping that I might join you, if you truly are adamant in finding answers to our current dilemma." Alex turned to the others, specifically those who had objected to Siorra's proposal. "I certainly understand your hesitation to go anywhere near the city, and I know I won't blame you for leaving. But...I don't know if I can go on like...this." Alex remembered the young guard she'd killed...the pour soul she had fed upon, and felt her twisted flesh crawl in disgust.
"So, I'm willing to risk it, even if it means my life," she went on, turning back to Siorra.
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Post by FC4 on May 26, 2009 0:54:37 GMT
Agrabal watched from the end of the pipe as the living began to gather outside in the sun, his pelvic arms supporting him as a second set of legs. The tail was limp behind him, snaking left and right lazily. The empty eye sockets merely watched the people, void of emotion. In his vision, the sunlight was like a bright flare of blue.
They need to hide away... I could give them my sanctuary... but it was raided, that's how I was found... but they'd think it cleared now and leave it be... my stuff should still remain there. It would be safe...
I should... I really should. It is the right thing to do. He decided, and the mutant lich moved forward along the pipe. Slowly, his feet and then his whole body stepped out into the sun.
In that instant the lich drew a rattling breath that sounded... relaxed. He felt something now he had not felt for years. Warmth... the great warmth of the sun that the living basked in every day, but his dead body failed to acknowledge. The warmth felt heavenly on his neck, collar, shoulder, and arm, where golden flesh matched the color of the sun. I... I can feel the warmth! The rotted lips smirked for a moment, before the lich creaked his neck to look at everyone.
"I can... pro-vide... sanctuary." He wheezed softly, wondering just what the response would be to this proposal. "And.... re-search." He had heard the mind-words of the woman who spoke to Siorra, and like her was adamant to find out answers. He wanted to know why he was living once again, why his soul had to inhabit his own corpse. Why he had to be the first man to experience the consequences of lichdom and tell about it.
Why he had to watch himself be consumed by bloodlust.
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Post by Vicorva on May 26, 2009 13:05:05 GMT
Siorra looked between Alex and Agrabal, and actually smiled. Warmth flooded through her, giving her a soft, relieved feeling that was alien to her. "That would be great," she said, and the bitterness drained from her voice.
She looked at Akhil. "I'm not going to the University," she informed him. "I tend to think a little more 'back door' than that."
She looked back to Alex and Agrabal. "Let us go to your Sanctuary for now, then" she said. "I hope its somewhere in the wilderness... we'll need to eat, afterall," she looked at Alex. "There should be some animals around." I hope that's enough for her... she thought worriedly. Siorra's skin was pretty hard now, but she suspected that Alex could still rip her in two.
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Post by webster52402 on May 31, 2009 0:32:28 GMT
(And, I have returned! Now, to get back to work.)
Serana winced as they exited the dungeon, the bright spear of light from the outside world momentarily setting her eyes ablaze and cutting off her sight. Stinging and smarting, her eyes watered up - or more accurately, sapped up, since the 'liquid' was thick, almost like paste, and yellow - briefly making her raise a hand to cover them. They had been in that dark dungeon for some time, sudden sunlight was startling to say the least.
She was shocked back into opening and revealing her eyes however, when without warning, Akhil jumped from her hand, after making a short quip about wishing the woman that had led them out good luck. Startled, she let out a gasp, and about as quickly as she could - not nearly quick enough - turned her hand over, trying to catch the man before he reached the ground. Through hazy vision, she saw him collide with the ground, and she winced, half expecting him to shatter into a million pieces. A flash of doing just that with one of her aunt's crystal dolls, and how disappointed her aunt had looked afterward, flickered just behind her eyes...
Yet, he seemed perfectly fine when he rolled to his feet, bouncing up without a scratch on him. Relief flooded through her, and she sighed, raising her hand back to chest level. As she listened to the others, she took the opportunity to remove the sticky fluid that was hazing her vision - since it wouldn't flow naturally, it was too thick - and toss it to one side, the viscous substance clinging to the stalks of grass and compressing them down onto the earth.
Then... The lich spoke. And of all the things he wanted to do, he offered them sanctuary. She froze, nearly taking her own eyes out with her sharp claws. Her entire body went even more rigid than it normally was, and a nuclear chill radiated from her as she slowly turned towards the man. It was obvious what she thought of the idea. As she turned, all she could hear was the sound of squelching flesh as an iron bar ripped through the young man she had witnessed being slaughtered, see the twisted face of the terrified guard as he collapsed, the terrified and horrified looks on those behind him as they rushed forward, desperate to help their friend and comrade, only to fall to the lich's magic next...
Trembling with restrained rage, she hissed at the lich. "I would rather go back to the dungeon and see myself executed than take YOUR protection! You have shown yourself to be utterly merciless, without compassion or any regard for life, if that weren't made already obvious by what you have done to yourself." Her gaze flicked over him, a snarl of disgust curling her lip. She held absolutely no love for necromancy or those that practiced it, seeing it as a twisting, a warping of the natural order of things. While other magics dealt with controlling and adapting the forces of nature to their whims, necromancy... It didn't just control them, it CHANGED them entirely, forcing not forces of nature, but human souls to twist and warp into magical power. It disgusted her, and the spriggan side of her - an avid nature lover, quite obviously - agreed wholeheartedly.
"What possible refuge can you offer us? Some dank cave stuck in the middle of nowhere, with the stench of death permanently stuck upon it as you tinker away on your corpses? Where you will show us this... this... vile 'research' that you do, the very same research that warped your body into this repulsive thing before us? Protected by wards of dark magic, that will slay any intruder and give you MORE bodies to twist to your whim? Are you not satisfied with merely killing, you have to twist the people that you brutally murder's very SOULS too!?!" Her voice as she ranted at him got louder and more aggressive with every passing second, until she was veritably screaming at him.
"I cannot agree with going into the Mage's Guild, as it is a suicide mission. Not only would we need to breach the mages' defenses, avoid the mages themselves, find whatever information we are going looking for when we haven't the slightest idea of what we're going to be searching for, in the middle of a compound that is so firmly locked up that the Imperials couldn't breach it in a hundred years, and then get back OUT and to safety, unless we want to just camp out in the Arcane University to study whatever it is we will be looking for, but we are also assuming that they even have anything that would be of any use to us in the first place."
"That's a lot of factors, and a lot of chances against odds that are stacked against us. I would rather find someplace that we can hide out in, perhaps one of the abandoned Ayleid ruins that are scattered about Cyrodil or one of the wasted forts, and come up with more ideas there. We have just escaped... I don't want to go back into the heavily guarded Imperial City, especially to the Arcane University, on something that's liable to get us killed."
"And if you aren't going to the Arcane University, the only real stronghold of the mages that I know of, then how do you intend to get any information at all? I don't think they would keep such valued information in just any Mage's Guild around Cyrodil, after all. No. Far, far too many factors."
Her reasoning done, she waved her hands, and turned towards Siorra. If she hoped to get any inkling of this... fanatically dangerous situation removed, then she had to go to the source: Siorra was the one undoubtedly with the most influence and resources here, so if Siorra changed her mind, there wouldn't really be a cause to argue against.
"I thank you, for removing me from that place. I was locked in the darkest of the dark, and you have given me a chance to survive out here, not to mention giving the same chance to the others. You're very resourceful, and I respect that. But please. Think of what you are doing, and about the lives of those around you... Trusting a Lich to give you safe harbor? Indulging in the research that he would show you? Planning to infiltrate the most heavily guarded place in all of the land, guarded by some of the most powerful people, for information that may or may not help? Please. Think of survival first, then all of this later..."
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Post by FC4 on May 31, 2009 4:11:57 GMT
Agrabal looked at the Spriggan woman, his empty eyes unreadable, but in his body language one could see the sadness developing. All four shoulders dropped, arms lowering, and the head tilted downward. He looked at the spot on his arm where the sun shined golden on new skin, and let out a raspy sigh as she spoke.
"An... Ayleid.... Ruin..." Agrabal spoke back, weakly. He knew he could not vocalize everything he wanted to say in response to the woman, and it left him at a terrible disadvantage against her verbal onslaught. But he did not seem proud of anything she said. "Proootect... with... trapsss..."
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Post by Cirith on May 31, 2009 20:20:15 GMT
As Cirith emerged from the tunnel he smelled the fresh air, it was cool and the dawn had only just arrived, Cirith felt happy, he made it out, they all did, they had a chance at living again, but as he thought that a cold feeling crept over his back. it was stupid to think they could live a normal life, they have changed, and it was clear what the general population thought about that. Cirith remembered something, but his thought was interrupted by the Lich offering his sanctuary as a place to go to. But the spriggan woman reacted quite hateful towards the lich-like being, and as she explained why it was suicide to go the magesguild Cirith grew more and more displeased with her pessimistic view on things.
When she finished Cirith took three steps and was right in front of her with an emotionless face, but his eyes almost burned her bark-like skin. "...Thank you for explaining so clearly our chances of survival, miss. Thank you kindly for pointing out how totally Screwed up we are at this moment!." he raised his voice at the last part and continued to talk to her as he started walking around her and the others "Thank you for sharing your optimistic views on the subject, I was just planning on going home, take some sleep and go back to work like nothing ever happened! forgive me for being blunt but if you want to go back to the dungeon be my freaking guest" Cirith hissed to her, he stood still for a moment and put his hand over his eyes "none of us are going to be able to continue our former lives. we changed and as far as I know there's no going back now, we escaped the prison and from now on the city guard and legionnaires will try to hunt us down and kill us on sight, like it or not but he have to protect ourselves if we are to survive and although I agree with you on the fact that too many died in that dungeon we also can't take any risk from now on. if we are attacked I will fight, if I have to fight I will fight to survive and I suggest you do the same" he placed his hand on his eyes as the mixed emotions of hatred and annoyance ebbed away and he sighed deepy "forgive me, normally I'm not like this... but Damn it you are such a coward!" Cirith walked away with a painful headache, the more he said the more thoughts stormed through his head, he even seriously thought for a second about just killing her that instant. whatever happened to Cirith it was too much for him right now and he sank to the ground and sat down on the grass near a tree.
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Post by webster52402 on May 31, 2009 22:02:04 GMT
Her plea towards Siorra was interrupted, rather rudely, by the man that they had saved before they had left. Despite having not seen a thing that had happened during the battle in the prison, he saw fit to lecture her, not only on the fact that her views were pessimistic - though she liked to view it as that she was looking more realistically at things rather than going running off on foolish bravado alone - but that she should prepare to fight to survive and defend herself, like she had had no intentions of fighting anyone that had come her way.
Annoyed, she turned towards the man that had slunk off to sit next to a tree, long hands setting themselves against her hips. "You think I don't know that we will be hunted? You think I don't know that we will end up having to fight in order to survive? I know that very well, thank you very much, and I have absolutely no intention of simply rolling over to let them kill me! But there is a difference between defending yourself and outright slaughtering people for nothing more than cruelty. There was nothing, NOTHING, about that battle in the prison that was necessary, and the sheer brutality that was shown towards the guards, no matter the fact that they too are living beings, and were safely suppressed behind a rather large fire and iron bars, was completely unnecessary."
"Instead, the lich that is offering us his refuge decided to turn his magic upon the men that were approaching, and start killing them one after another, for no reason other than the fact that they were doing what their duty told them and pursuing us! He could have just as easily blocked the way from them like had been done already, with bars across the hall, but instead, he used them like they were spears, and ran them through! Nevermind the fact that we wouldn't have to fight anyway, since we had a hidden entrance that we were already fleeing through that would seal them off from us, and a twisting escape route that would confuse any pursuers, he just had to get his hands nice and bloody before we came out here."
"Not only that, but as a necromancer, he warps and twists life itself to his own goals, something that I both cannot accept, or condone. I would much rather see him burned alive, destroyed to the point where his bones are nothing but ashes than take his offer of help. There is nothing, nothing, natural about what he does. And dammit, though we aren't exactly natural ourselves, we couldn't help what we became. He, however, has a choice and makes it every single time he ever applies his magic. The thought of twisting a human soul like that... It disgusts me!"
Shuddering head to toe at the thought of being sucked into a black soul gem only to have your soul tinkered on later by beings looking only to further their own power no matter how they did it, she decided to end her speech. "I will defend myself, but I will never, ever, condone killing for any reason other than absolute necessity. My conscience is tainted enough."
Furious, she spun on her heel - as much as she was able at least - and stormed away from the group, her hands clenching and unclenching. She wanted nothing more than to rip the man apart, though doing so would go against everything she had just said. She had such rage inside of her that it actually frightened her, letting her launch into tirades like that with little though on what the others would think of it... Though at the moment she couldn't really say she cared.
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