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 Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 2:36 pm
Introduction The world of Gaia is filled with a wonderful assortment of races, kingdoms, religions and magic. However, for all their differences they all share one thing in common, they have all felt the scourge of demons. Brought forth from the neather by a variety of ways wither it be summoning, being beckoned by the evil of conflict, or seeking ever greater power. While the larger nations have strong militaries and groups of magic users to protect them from these demons others do not have this luxury. For countless years these smaller countries and villages were forced to cower in fear or seek some way of appeasing the demons, that is until a mysterious group appeared...
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 2:55 pm
The Hunters Twenty years ago, a strange group was rumored to be moving here and there among the kingdoms of Gaia. Some thought they were a band of thieves, others that they were some kind of demon worshiping cult, and still more thought they were some kind of mercenary group. Then to the astonishment of all of South Gaia word spread that this mysterious group had defeated a great demon lord that had been terroising the Anthest mountains for nearly a century. A few weeks later and the greater demon Grull fell to the group. It was after this success that the group came forward publicly. Calling themselves the Demon Hunters of Ashencore, pledging to deal with any demon, so long as adiquate compensation was provided.
Now, in the present day, the Hunters are known throughout Gaia and have seen employ in nearly every country. However, only a few of the origional members remain, their twenty years of service having claimed the lives of many members. They now operate out of an abandoned fortress in the foot hills of southern Gaia.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 3:09 pm
Information This will be a more open, yet also more realisitic, roleplay. You are encouraged to be creative and origional with your pofiles I just ask that you keep in mind that the Hunters are a self sufficient orginization, so each member must know more then just how to fight, such as how to cook, the care of animals, medicine, etc. The second thing I'd like to mention is that characters will die. If and when this does happen you are encouraged to make a new character to join the hunters. You are also welcome to have multiple characters.Rules 1. I am God, I decide who lives and who dies, do not trample on my domain unless you want to sacrifice your own character.
2. If you're time comes, you wil have one final post as that character, make it count.
3. In your death post, please include in ((OOC)) if that character has anything resembling a will, etc so that the rest of us know to do with their stuff.
4. No god modding or else you'll find yourself having a death post real soon..... and we'll get your stereo.
5. PM me with your profile.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 3:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 3:16 pm
Accepted Profiles Gaian Name: Si_Valael
Name: Maeglin Sirfalas
Race: Elf
Age: 347 (equivalent to around human age of 40)
Length of Membership With the Hunters: 20+ years
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Maeglin, being one of the few surviving members of the original demon slayers, has grown serious and slightly callus after seeing so many of his friends and comrades die. He tends to keep the newer members at arms reach in an attempt to avoid emotional attachment to them, and even tends to rebuke some of the more care free members such as Tonin, constantly reminding them that being too light hearted to wind up getting them killed. However, this is not to say that he does not respect the other members, and would not lay down his life to protect them if need be. In rare occasions his stern exterior is shed, allowing him to give a few choice words of wisdom or comfort before returning to his usual self.
Non-Combat Skills: Maeglin has some knowledge of healing herbs, however his primary role in the organization apart from combat is his administrative skills, handling the groups finances as well as sorting out job requests and who will be assigned to which mission.
Fighting Style: Maeglin is trained in the arts of the Forest Elf rangers, making him skilled in stealth and ranged combat, especially in forests or other multi-levelled terrain.
Magics: Ranger weapon magics. This magic type allows rangers to empower their weapons to various effects. The primary use is the use of various arrow magics such as those that explode on contact or ensnare their target with ropes.
Weapons: Reinforced recurve bow, elven long sword, hunting knife. All as seen in picture.
Armor: Ranger leather/steel plate mail, as seen in picture.
Other: Maeglin was a member of the Eliman Dal rangers, who's task it was to defend the realm of the forest elves. Feeling that they should be using their powers to protect more then just their territory Maeglin left the rangers and joined the Hunters.Gaian Name: IamSTRANGE
Name: Naomi
Race: Cait Sith
Age: Unknown
Length of Membership With the Hunters: 20 +
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Like Maeglin, Naomi is one of the few surviving members of the original demon slayers, but unlike him she didn't let the amount of carnage, or deaths of members get to her. She's always been carefree, and funloving. She always welcomes the new members into the group with open arms, making sure to know every single one of them. She has come to be known as the sort of mother of the group, always there for the younger members helping them deal with any problems that arise.
Non-Combat Skills: Being a feral being she is very good at tracking and hunting. She helps Maeglin with the administrative part of the group sometimes.
Fighting Style: Naomi is very quiet on her feet, making almost no noise when she moves, allowing her to make most of her kills without the demon even knowing she's there. But sometimes she needs to get up close and personal with them, and is very good at hand to hand combat, using her speed to avoid getting hurt.
Magics: Nature magic.
Weapons: Her claws, teeth, and three daggers dipped in holy water.
Other: Naomi is the only one of her race to have ever been seen. No one knows where she came from, or her past, and she hasn't felt the need to tell anyone about her past. Her life is the Demon Hunters now, and that's all that matters.Gaian Name: MacTavishW3
Name: Cathal MacGarvie
Race: Human
Age: 37
Length of Membership With the Hunters: 20+
Gender: Male
Appearance: Cathal is tall with a strong, brawny build. He has a beard and long, dark brown hair that he wears tamed in a braided ponytail. He wears a plain linen tunic, sturdy travelling boots, a kilt and a flyplaid that doubles as a cloak in cold weather.
Personality: One of the only remaining members of the original hunters, Cathal is the middle ground between Maeglin's detatchment and Naomi's enthusiasm. Calm and level headed, he is always willing to pass on advice and wisdom to the newer recruits. Cathal tends to take on the roll of an older brother, looking out for them, but not holding their hands every step of the way. While affected by the long years of deamon fighting, Cathal maintains a steady sense of humour and tries to act as a bridge between the newer members and Maeglin.
Non-Combat Skills: The greatest skill that Cathal brings to the table off of the battlefield is his neat and eloquent writing. He has become the scribe for the Hunters, helping maintain communications between the group and their clients, answering all incoming letters of assistance (in addition to helping reduce the number of love letters that Tonin has to answer).
Fighting Style: Cathal tends to have a very personal, frontal fighting style and will usually go for a straight fight over sneaking around. He has trained himself to balance the strength and weight of his attacks with speed and stamina, relying equally on his armour and his dexterity to keep him alive.
Magics: Earth weapon magic. Cathal can open great fisures in the ground, raise mounds of rock to shield himself or his comrades, and perform all manner of other earth-based magic depending upon which weapon and spell he chooses.
Weapons: Cathal carries a claymore as his primary weapon (bet ya saw that one coming razz ); a hand axe; a round spiked targe (shield); a dirk; and a number of smaller axes that can function as camp tools, smaller hand weapons or throwing weapons.
Armor: Cathal wears a curaisse of plate armour overtop a full-sleeved hauberk of chain mail that reaches to his knees. He also wears plate pauldrons, bracers and greeves.
Other:The Highland village where Cathal was born was destroyed by an Earth Demon called Varslaanack when Cathal was just 16 years old. He joined the Hunters to help spare other poor villages the same fate, and to one day settle his score with the demon.Gaian Name: Si_Valael
Name: Tonin Mitchell
Race: Human
Age: 25
Length of Membership With the Hunters: 7 Years
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Tonin is a very laid back human almost hell bent on enjoying his youth. Not one to be serious, even in the heat of battle, he is often found relaxing, chasing after women, and especially reading one of his many books. In fact his love of reading often leads him to reading while fighting so long as the skill of his enemy allows it. He is known to tease the other members of the Hunters, especially the newer ones, however these jokes are usually all in good fun. At his core he is a passionate and friendly companion whom few would not want to be around.
Non-Combat Skills: Ki healing abilities, can be a message runner and information gatherer for the organization.
Fighting Style: Various martial arts, all unarmed combat.
Magics: Ki abilities. Harnessing the power of his own spirit Tonin can boost his physical attributes, such as endurance, strength and speed, well beyond normal human limits. He can also harness this energy to focus into powerful energy attacks, however, these attacks drain him much faster than normal moves. Overall, Ki based moves put strain on the body and cause a great deal of fatigue, so he must be careful to allow himself time to recover.
Weapons: None.
Armor: Forearm and shin guards made out of plate steel strong enough to stop most conventional weapons.
Other: Due to his charismatic personality and youth, Tonin has been known to bed young barmaids and merchants daughters in the various towns he is sent to on missions. He is far from a selfish lover though, leaving behind flowers and the sort when he must depart. This has lead to a bulk of the mail that the Hunters receive to be love letters addressed to Tonin.Gaian Name: Anila Of Pellinor
Name: Arielle MaKenna
Race: Firecat
Age: 32; lifespan is that of a human.
Length of Membership With the Hunters: 4 years
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet, solemn, and utterly deadly, Arielle is a walking torch. Like a burning brand she exudes heat at all times, which makes her company more sought after in winter than summer. She's prone to snappishness and doesn't usually let people get very close. If something occurs that she does not approve of, she will simply level a steady glare at the person responsible until they either apologize or correct the situation. While she doesn't have seniority among the Hunters, she is a pyromantic master and not exactly clumsy with a blade, either, so there are few who wish to get on her bad side. The fools who tried to haze this newcomer when she arrived ended up with scorch marks in interesting places.
Non-Combat Skills: She's quite self-sufficient in the wildnerness, a fair cook and always reliable when it comes to bringing in game. Also, even in her human form she's got an excellent sense of smell and very good hearing.
Fighting Style: Arielle prefers to use magic when she can, and can spin almost anything out of fire if there's enough heat in the air. When that's not an option, though, she uses two long knives as if they were claws, slashing at her enemies and using speed to avoid injury herself, rather than defensive tactics. She's very aggressive in battle.
Magics: Pyromancy, natural shapeshifting.
Weapons: Two knives, each about as long as her forearm and set with unfaceted rubies for pommelstones. (The gems double as power stones for her spellworking.)
Armor: Warded mage-robes that she brought with her from the south. If anyone but their true owner touches them, they deliver a shock strong enough to knock the person unconcious for a short period of time. They also 'encourage' people to overlook her, but are much less effective against blades. A rip or slash seems to decrease the potency of the spells, and they must be repaired with a special thread for the ward to work properly.
Other: Arielle's people are something like werewolves in principle; humanoids who shapeshift into animals. Of course, her second form is that of a cat, not a wolf, and she has complete control over the shifts except during solar flares, at which time she shifts immediately. Her feline form stands a little over three feet high at the shoulder and has thick reddish-brown fur and a very fluffy tail.
Firecats live in the deep, deep south, so Arielle travelled a long way to join the Hunters. She does not like to speak of either these travels or of her home, and thus is somewhat of a mystery.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:46 am
The early summer sun, now just clearing the horizon, fills Maeglin's study with reddish gold light and a warmth that brought with it the promise of another long warm day. Maeglin, not only being an elf but a ranger as well, barely slept and so had been up well before the owls had given way to the song birds welcoming the dawn. Like many a night he had spent most of his time bent over the large circular table in the middle of his study, going over various maps of Gaia and plotting upon them the various requests for assistance. The larger world map that was permanently bound to the surface of the table was for now bare of the pegs representing the different Hunters as they had suspended activities for a few days to regroup and get some rest. That was to change soon however.
Maeglin leans back in the high backed wooden chair, causing it to rock back away from the old oak desk in front of him. The action seemed to distance himself from the paper and quill not only physically but mentally, allowing him a moment to forget about his duties and enjoy the sight of two finches diving and weaving around each other, the effects of spring still not completely lost. Tearing his eyes off of the cool stone arch that served as one of the rooms windows the elf turns back to the document and retrieving his quill begins to scroll once more. He is only allowed a half hour or so of continued serenity before he is disturbed by the yawning and all too loud grumbling of Tonin. Maeglin shakes his head slowly. "The boy has no sense of manners sometimes..."
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Tonin awakes with a groan, grumbling under his breath at the loud and boisterous feathered annoyances outside. Rolling over on the feather filled coat he grabs his pillow in a strong grip and thrusts it down over his head in a vain attempt to shut to the noise and allow him to sleep further. "If they wana wake up at the crack o'dawn let 'um, but why do they gotta wake me up to?" Sighing Tonin tries desperately to make his way back to the world of dreams, but eventually gives up when a sparrow lands on the window sill just above his bed and begins chirping happily until Tonin launches his pillow towards it. The sparrow, being far faster than an early morning Tonin leaps out of the way and sails off towards the forest while the white pillow makes its way to the knee high grass beyond the walls of the fortress. Tonin freezes for a moment as his groggy mind tries to process what had just transpired. Raising his head and cracking open an eye he looks around his spartan room in an attempt to locate his projectile. Not finding it he looks towards the window, on which a single feather from his pillow now clings to the stone. Tonin looks at the feather, softly swaying in the morning breeze, for a few moments before realization dawns on him and his head falls back to the mattress. "Great... third time this week..."
A few minutes later Tonin makes his way out of his room and towards the common areas of the fortress which housed Maeglin's study, the library, kitchen, living room and main hall who's large double doors lead out into the court yard and their makeshift stable. Crossing that court yard would bring you to the main gates and past that the dirt trail leading towards the distant cross roads. To the west was a small forest just dense enough to get lost in but still move fairly easily even for a horse so long as they were lead by a skilled rider. To the East was an expansive field with soft green grass coming as high as a man's waist in some places. However, Tonin was bound for none of these places. He was bound for none of these outside places, no matter how beautiful some may have considered them in the early morning. No his destination was the kitchen, his sleep filled mind automatically seeking sustenance.
He half walks, half stumbles down the hall in a manner that would make most laugh if told that the man was actually a master of hand-to-hand combat. His usual attire of a hooded vest and shorts were all that covered him as he steps through the door into the kitchen, one hand rubbing an eye as he looks around for something to eat. Spotting the remains of a wild boar that had been slain and cooked by Naomi and Arielle respectively Tonin pads over, yawning as he snatches a small loaf of bread off the counter. Reaching the boar still resting on its spit he uses his powerful grip to wrench a hunk of meat off the bone. Grumbling something about the lack of available knives he searches through the various drawers in the kitchen until he finds a long bread knife. Smiling slightly he cuts the loaf on the side and opening it up places his hunk of meat into it before closing it. Hoping up backwards onto the counter he begins munching on his large sandwich. He was often teased about the size of his meals, especially those he enjoyed in the morning, however his almost complete lack of any body fat made their teasing rather moot.
Feeling something wet land on his exposed knee Tonin looks down at the red liquid before looking back up at his non-sandwich hand. Sure enough there is a small cut. Grumbling again Tonin extends the index finger of his other hand to touch the cut. Sighing he closes his eyes and focuses as much as his sleep deprived brain will let him. Focusing his energy he closes up the cut with minimal effort. Looking at the new skin he nods before continuing to eat his sandwich, wondering if he'd be graced by the presence of a fair maiden this morning.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 5:38 pm
Cathal gave a short yawn as he walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He'd been up late last night, answering a number of letters of gratitude form the leaders of local villages, in addition to helping Tonin make a dent in his seemingly endless supply of love letters.
What it must feel like to be young, willing and able, the Highlander mused, Still, if that lad's not careful, he might find a letter one day telling him that one of those wild oats has blossomed.
As he walked by the door to Maeglin's study, Cathal paused and gave a short, jaunty knock on the door that the Elf would have recognized. The Highlander quietly opened the door and stuck his head through. One of the newer Hunters would have undoubtedly been met with a sour growl to leave, but Cathal and Maeglin had known each other for so long that the tall human was well aware of what he could get away with.
"Mornin', Maeglin," Calthal nodded "Been burning the midnight oil again I see. Got time to share some breakfast with an old friend before going about the business of the day?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 7:29 am
Maeglin turns to his left as he hears the knock on his door, waiting patiently for Cathal to open it. Once the man sticks his head through Maeglin fixes him with an unamused stare before turning back towards a fresh piece of letter paper before him and raising up his quill once more. "Alas no, I must see this work done by mid day, we have recived a great deal of pressing matters to attend to as of late." Beginning to scroll for a few seconds he pauses once more before calling out as the door starts to close. "However, I think you'll find the young fighter at least half a wake in the kitchen, he's usually farely amusing at this time of day." Allowing himself a bit of a smile as the door closes once more the elf bends back to his work.
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Tonin might have jumped when the other human suddenly appears beside him, however the cobwebs in his head not only prevented him from hearing the man in the first place but also made his thought process slow enough to register the mans presense before any real shock could run through his brain. Tonin instead just gives the man a tired smile with one eye cracked open and the other still closed, chewing on some of the last of his sandwich. "Good morning Elder, you look tired. I hope that the girls didn't cause you too much trouble, some of them have come to start complaining when they get letters not in my hand writting." Chuckling slightly Tonin swollows the bit of sandwich in his mouth before leaning back, supporting his weight with his hands upon the counter top. His use of the word Elder was not so much a shot at the age of those he used it towards, but was something he had taken to calling those that had been in the order longer than he. Though depending on his mood sometimes it was used out of respect, and others it was used as a kinda jib. Giving a slight sigh he watches Cathal as he begins to fix himself his breakfast. "So when do you think we'll move out again? Any longer of a stay here and the demons will get me cause I'm fat and lazy."
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 11:53 am
"We are each our own devil,"A large drop of water landed on Naomi's head and brought her out of her half sleep. Shaking dew off her body the Cait Sith rises to all fours and stretches out her muscles. The early morning air was still chilly with moisture but it didn't bother her, she was used to cold temperatures, it was the heat of midday that she hated.
Naomi had awoken even before the sun and sat for a bit under her favourite tree in the forest, admiring the wildlife. Although she had her own rooms in the castle she prefered sleeping out in the forest, under the largest Oak tree. The tree had been there since the beginning of time, and the forest had grown up around it. It stood in the center of a small grove that was almost impossible to get into, for the under brush was as tight as a fence around it. Naomi was one of the few humanoids to have ever entered the grove. She still remembered the first time she had found this sanctuary, all the small animals that called it refuge shook with fear, not understanding how something so large could have made it's way into their home. Naomi soon explained to them that she meant them no harm, and only wanted to share this sanctuary with them.
A deer leapt over a bush to Naomi's right, and walked up to the pond to the North of the tree. Naomi was the main hunter for the Hunters, but she had promised the animals she would not hurt them while they were in the grove, outside was another story though. The deer started drinking from the clear blue water, and more animals started entering the small copse of trees. Naomi just sat there listening to their conversations, and joining in from time to time.
The sun was just peeping through the trees when Naomi deemed it time to leave. She bid farewell to those in the grove and left them, entering the darker forest outside. She took off at a sprint towards the castle when she came across a scent, a wounded animal had crossed this path recently. She altered her course to follow the smell, soon closing in on the wounded buck, he had cuts along his shoulder, either he had been fighting for dominance with another buck, or barely avoided getting eaten. Today wasn't his lucky day. Naomi approached him as he was grazing. It isn't safe for you to wander around wounded. She told him as he raised his head to stare at her with big brown eyes.
I know, but I can't just lay down and die. He responded limping towards her. He had met her the year before when he was just a foal, in the grove, and knew that seeing her out here might spell death for him.
I can make the pain go away. Naomi said, taking another step towards him and sliding a knife out of her belt. The buck bent it's head down, knowing what was coming, but she would make it fast, compared to the other predators that stalked the forest. Naomi closed the distance between them and placing the knife on the back of the bucks neck she placed her other hand under his neck. With one fierce slash she severed the spinal cord, killing the animal. She held it there for a while, letting the blood drain out before slinging the corpse over her shoulder and heading back towards the castle.
Naomi brought the large body into the kitchen, passing two other Hunters on her way to the room beyond the kitchen, where they butchered and kept meat. She nodded at them as she passed but said nothing, her mind set on cleaning the meat and preparing it for Arielle to cook later. The two females had an understanding, each would do their job, and would not get in the others way. There had been a few cat fights when the fire cat first arrived at the gates of the Castle, but the two settled into a pattern that suited both of them. Reaching the cold dark room, Naomi dropped the corpse on the butcher block and began to skin the buck, placing the skin in a bucket that she would later turn into leather to make clothing out of.
Once she had finished skinning and cutting up the buck she headed back out into the kitchen and greeted the males this time with a smile. "Morning Calthal, Tonin" She said to each as she moved over to the sink to wash the blood off of her hands."And we make this world our hell."
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 7:26 pm
While Tonin had noticed the roast she'd cooked, he'd failed to see Arielle, who was in fact in the kitchen the whole time. This was because the firecat was curled up in the great hearth, fur the color of coals acting as camoflage, bushy tail over her nose hiding her golden eyes and keeping ashes out of her windpipe. However, at Naomi's arrival she twitched, lifting her head off of her paws and staring out at those assembled in the kitchen. If the Cait Sith was here, there would be a corpse waiting for her on the butcher block. She stood, stretched langurously in the heart of the fire, and padded out, leaving ashy pawprints on the floor. A few tiny flames had caught on her fur, but those went out before she'd moved more than a foot away from the hearth. Then, stretching upwards as if intending to walk on her hind legs, she made the bone-cracking shift from feline to human.
It was one of her particular tricks that allowed her clothing to accompany her from shape to shape, though it did require a little adjusting upon reassuming a two-legged form. Tugging the robe back into its proper place she lifted her chin and sniffed the air.
"Venison; thank you, Lady Naomi. That is good eating." Without a word to the two males in the kitchen, she pulled a few jars of spices from the cupboards and ducked into the darker room where the deer meat lay. Seasoning and cooking it took less than a minute, and she slid the finished product onto a wide tray, carving off a neat slice for herself before pushing that tray onto a shelf. Butcher block clean again, well-cooked venison in hand, she returned to the kitchen and found herself a plate and utensils, as well as an open space of counter on which to eat. Only then did she greet the others.
"Morning, Lord Cathal, Tonin." As the human male insisted on calling them 'Elders', Arielle referred to the Hunters' founding members as lords and ladies; she had explained to Maeglin once that it was the closest parallel in this language to their titles among her own people. That had been four years ago, when she first came to the Hunters of Ashencore. No one had dared ask since.
After her brief greeting, the firecat applied herself to the still-warm meat on her plate. Conversation was not precisely her strong point.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 3:19 pm
When the two female hunters appeared Tonin's body language changes abruptly, going very quickly from slouched and half awake to upright and attentive. Using their initial ignorance of the two males, Tonin takes the chance to rub the sleep out of his eyes and make a quick attempt to tame his bed head before hopping off the counter and turning to Naomi who had just entered the room once more. "Good morning my feline companion." He gives her a big smile as he slides in beside her at the sink, leaning back first against the counter while turning his head to look at her. "You know you I'm amaized at how you can spend so many nights outside. Maybe you bed doesn't agree with you in which case you'd be more then welcome to try mine." Tonin's voice is light and cheerful, that when combined with his rather disarming smile made near impossible for most women to get mad at his advances, much less stay that way. However, as she had done ever since he had come to be in the Hunters employ, Naomi shut him down in an ever so playful way. He wasn't sure but Tonin kept the belief that she enjoyed the cat and mouse game, but he was never too sure who was really which role.
Soon after Arielle entered the room once more with a plate full of a rich smelling venison. Giving the air a few sniffs before making a noise of contentment he smiles at the woman. "That smells even better than the last one, fire mistress. You improve with every attempt, what did you add this time, a little of that crushed green Tyme that I brought back for you from the far east?" Tonin gives Arielle a sincere smile as he awaits her reply.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 5:45 pm
"Yes," Arielle answered, glancing up at Tonin for a moment. "And a bit of rosemary. The latter is traditional to this land, I am told." Swallowing the last of her slice, she set the plate, knife and fork down behind her. "It is good, I think, but the flavor needs something more. Cloves, perhaps, to give it a bit of zing." Truth be told, she thought that everything cooked here in the north needed 'zing'. Then again, when she decided that something 'needed pepper', ordinary folk declared the result to have set their mouths on fire. Moderation was hardly her forte, and so she risked underseasoning the meat rather than making it too strong.
"So, Lady Naomi, Lord Cathal- are we to see action today?" She picked up her plate again and ran a finger around the edge, leaving a trail of fine white flame behind; with a snap of her fingers it contracted towards the center, leaving the plate shining clean behind it. The same fire was applied to her utensils, before all three items were returned to their places. Arielle did not wash things with water- what a horrible idea. Fire was faster and cleaner...and a lot less wet.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 8:11 pm
"We are each our own devil,"Naomi can't help but smile at Tonin as he tries once more to attract her to his bed. "Maybe you should try sleeping with me in the forest once, then I might join you in your bed." She smiled a toothy smile at him, knowing that he wouldn't be able to spend a night on the uneven ground out under her tree.
She laughed as he turned his attention to the other feline, he could never keep his attention on one female for long, especially when they declined his advances. "And we make this world our hell."
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 9:18 pm
Tonin watches with interest as Arielle burns her dishes clean, he had seen it a hundred times before but it always impressed him the control she had and the enginuity of the application of the flame. Her question snaps him out of his daze, the man quickly catching himself and takes a few steps back and turns to open the pantry behind him. Retreaving a wooden box the size of his hand and a small pot, filling the latter with water before putting it on a small metal ring raised off the counter. Opening the box the sweet smell of tea leaves wafts up, spreading though the kitchen. As he starts carefully measuring out the leaves into the pot he glances around. "Who wants some? Don't be shy now, this is the good stuff, I have a good feeling about this morning." Once he has the proportions correct he motions for Arielle to join him. "If you would lend me some flame?" Once the fire is lit and the water begins to boil Tonin tries to keep the conversation alive by turning back to Arielle. "You bring up a good point, wonder when our fearless leader will come up with something, I'm feeling myself get sloppier by the hour."
A few minutes later Tonin sets down a tray with five steaming cups of tea, picking one up and sipping it before leaning against the counter. "Oooh that's good." Just as Tonin was getting comfortable Maeglin makes his entrance into the kitchen, a stack of envilopes under his arm. "...Here we go."
Maeglin waited for everyone else to settle in after retreaving their tea before he cleared his thoat to begin. "Good morning everyone, I hope you've all been enjoying your time off, cause we're heading out soon. I have missions for all of you, several actually." Maeglin ignores the fist pump gesture from Tonin and continues on, moving about the room and passing out the envelopes to each of the four others, keeping one for himself. Motioning for them to open them he begins to explain. "Circumstances dictate this be a two stage operation. First stage we will all proceed to Val Keelois, the human kingdom's capital in Central Gaia. There is a large Draco Demon doing a great deal of damage there." Maeglin gives the others time to sort thought the papers to find the information on their target. "Tri-headed, possibly as big as an earth dragon but flight capable. My sources tell me its not a demon lord but its safe to assume its as least demon lord level of strength just not as smart. Last thing, this will be a joint task with the city guard, so be on your best behaviour." Maeglin waits though the chorus of groans. As a rule of thumb the hunters didn't like working with other forces, especially larger armies.
Giving them a minute to look over the rest of the contense of their envelopes Maeglin retreaves one of the last cups of tea, sniffing it before taking a small sip. "The second stage will see our force divided, with Naomi, Cathal and myself heading west to the Armader Foothills to deal with a minor demon lord and his possessed group of bandits, while Arielle and Tonin head north to the mountain range there. We have a request from several small villages there to kill a frost demon who seems to have taken up residence there. Your packages have the rest of the details, we leave this afternoon."
Tonin, ever the fast reader, had already flipped through most of his information package. "Hey pointie, there's barely anything here on this snow job." The elf looks at Tonin with a bored expression. "Well that would be because there is not very much information to be had. My net work does not exend that far north, and most of the villagers that have run into this thing have not returned to share the experience. You'll just have to make due with what you have." Tonin sighs heavily, looking a little defeated. "Great, going up against an enemy we know barely anything about, in the north, where its cold..." Sighing again he joins the others as they start to move out of the kitchen to go prepair. "I don't like the cold... Means I'll probably have to by a jacket at Val Keelois." Looking at Arielle out of the corner of his eye he quickly puts an arm around her shoulders. "Or maybe my darling Arielle will help keep me warm durring the fridged nights to come."
((black text will represent when I'm controlling them both at the same time, thanks))
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:40 am
Oh, finally. Something to do. Arielle scanned the pages, listening to Maeglin with half of her attention as she read. Tonin was right; there wasn't much information on their task, but then again...how hard could it be? A frost demon was exactly her kind of opponent- the kind that melted.
"Try anything with me and you will be much warmer than you plan," she warned the human, shrugging off his arm. The threat was neither idle nor in jest, though it was unlikely that even Tonin would be so foolish as to antagonize her. "I reccomend investing in that jacket." She picked up one of the cups of tea, downing half of it in a single swallow regardless of the heat.
"I assume we depart as soon as possible- this morning?"
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