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The Recruits: A Warlock Clan storyline.
« on: March 15, 2006, 04:50:29 PM »
The inn was bustling with activity on the fourth and final night of the city of Torrent’s celebration for the Harvest Moon.  Of course, in this part of town, the merry gatherings of the celebration were of a different sort.  The Salted Pint sat along the eastern docks in the roughest part of Torrent.  Every type of scum imaginable frequented the pubs in this location to include minor lords and their body guards. 
Tonight was the final night of the celebration and Ghost wanted to enjoy some of it before the appointed meeting time he had set up with some young prospects.  Sipping on his sweet red wine, the assassin took in the festivities going on inside the barroom.  Dagger throwing, arm wrestling, drinking contests and full contact sparring matches were only a few of the many things going on within the huge oak barroom.  A symphony of noises assaulted his senses as he took in the energetic heartbeat of the crowd.   
Every so often, rough, hard looking men would stop and bow their heads slightly to him before continuing on with their business.  This was not done out of any friendship or loyalties.  Those that knew Ghost, knew he was a high ranking member of the Warlock’s thieving clan. 
Tonight, Ghost was truly enjoying himself.  Black leather covered his average frame from head to toe with numerous pouches dotting his attire.  A black sheath containing his katana blade was strapped across his back and his thick black cloak was neatly folded over a near-bye chair.  Reaching up with his left hand, Ghost scratched the neatly trimmed beard on his chin while looking down his sleeve to ensure his wrist dart mechanism was secure.  He had acquired it many years ago from a crazed inventor having a business hardship with the clan.  The device had grown on him. 
Ghost’s skin was of an olive shade and his facial hair was as dark as his features.  His overall look was one of a predator.  From the hawkish nose resting over a neatly trimmed mustache, to the slightly protruding forehead which left his light brown eyes in constant pools of shadows; Ghost was a truly fearsome looking man.  Some might whisper that he was a bit creepy, eccentric, kind, caring, heartless and sadistic.  There really was no end to the stories about what kind of person he was.  His thick black eyebrows lent to an overall dark looking demeanor contrasted only by the deep and numerous smiles that usually occupied his face.  His black hair was long and thick and usually slicked back into a neat hanging ponytail.   
It shouldn’t be long now, the assassin thought to himself as he took another sip of wine at a corner table off to the side of the main barroom chamber.  His thoughts went to tonight’s preparations.  That weasel nearly soiled himself when reporting that the invitations had been personally delivered to the new and talented recruits.  His eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight of the gold he was promised for the task.  Even now, the memory of slitting the pathetic messengers throat made Ghost want to wash and scrub his hands all over again.  The man’s stench had been horrid.     
He had chosen the greedy and dirty man because nobody would miss him.  Secrecy was the key to his latest plan’s ultimate success.  Using clan messengers was far too big a gamble.  He could not chance that a rival might decide to grow a pair, thus trying to make a name for themselves by ruining him.  No….far better to use souls that nobody would see….souls that nobody would miss. 
Ghost sat back and lifted his wine to his lips in deep thought.  Yes….tonight would be very interesting.  If these new recruits were half as good as he hoped….things could change in ways he had never dared hope they could.  Each of the selected had shown interest in the clan and word had gotten back to him.  He had followed each for over a month now, watching and learning their strengths and weaknesses.  He had even provided jobs through a median to see how thorough they were.  To say the least, Ghost had been impressed a great deal by their performances.  Tonight, he would finally give them what they desired.  A chance to join the ranks of the Warlock clan….or so they thought.       
OOC: Hey all, some of you have played with me before...so this will be nothing new to you.  For the newcomers, pretty much the way I like to GM/guide the story on this thread is....you can post anything you like concerning your character. The one exception is...there actions. You can post what your character will ATTEMPT to do, and I as the moderator, will post the end results. If hte situation permitts, and you have time, you can post secondary actions should the first fail...but try not to get carried away.  If the situation dictates you have seconds to react, please do not post six possible things your character will do in case one should fail.  Try and keep it as realistic as possible. Should be alot of fun.  Enjoy.
          
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Re: The Recruits: A Warlock Clan storyline.
« Reply #1 on: March 16, 2006, 01:48:00 AM »
The slender young woman slowly made her way through the press of the crowd.  Somehow, it always managed to part to let her through, even though no one really seemed to notice her.  That, in and of itself was odd.  If one looked at her, she was a most striking woman.  Beautiful, in the same sense a china doll was beautiful.  Coal black hair pulled up on top of her head, pale skin, and blue, bright blue eyes.  Her  dark clothes were plain, but very well made and very flattering.  The only thing she was wearing that didn't seem very practical was the black scarf she kept wrapped around her throat.  But then, she seemed to have a knack for not being noticed unless she wished to be.  It usually worked most of the time.  She threaded her way to the back of the bar, locating the table with the dark man.  She hesitated for a moment, observing him.  Once she approached him, there would be no going back.  But she prided herself on living for the moment.  Abruptly, she made up her mind.  She very deliberately sat down in the seat opposite him, and pushed an envelope across the table to him.  Inside, he would find the message that had been delivered to her by a very smelly little man, and a note written in small, neat handwriting.  I am Caela.  I understand that there might be a mutually beneficial arrangement to be had.
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Re: The Recruits: A Warlock Clan storyline.
« Reply #2 on: March 16, 2006, 05:22:44 PM »
It was not unusual for a clan member to conduct business with outside hired help.  Such practices were actually the norm in Torrent, so Ghost did not mind when the beautiful female passed him the note.  Eyes were watching as they always did....but, eyes watching is what he wanted tonight.  Various rats would be scurrying out to inform his rivals throughout the night. Ghost didn't mind in the least.  Let them talk.  It was vital that they did. 
Casually he glanced down at the parchment she passed to him and took it and tucked it into a concealed pocket.  He noticed her when she first walked in and admired the way she moved through the crowd without drawing attention to herself.  Caela had walked past conversations between dangerous people and they didn't even notice her passing.  Such skill was to be admired.  Such skill was meant to be harnessed and used in numerous ways.  Ways he meant to explore thoroughly. 
"Greetings m'lady.  It is good that you decided to show up tonight.  Please have a drink, while we wait for the others to....appear."  he stated as if they were old friends at some sort of reunion.  He turned his attention back to crowd and sipped some more of his wine.  Within moments a barmaid stopped and left a bottle of whine and several goblets.  After filling one and sliding it to Caela, she turned and gave a slight curtsy to Ghost before quickly walking away.   
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Re: The Recruits: A Warlock Clan storyline.
« Reply #3 on: March 16, 2006, 06:46:12 PM »
Mai walked out of the barroom talking and laughing with a few of the men she had beaten at arm wrestling. Mai was 5, 4 and very slim her ivory complexion shined in the light of the bar and her long purple black hair made her seem almost white, her eye's were a very bright shining green and her hips rolled as she walked. Her lips looked almost juicy as she bit her bottom lip and smiled. Mai stopped in the middle of the room and looked around her green eye's piercing every corner of the room picking out people at random and sizing them up. Her eye's stopped on the table where ghost was sitting with the other girl. Mai liffted up one of her slender fingers and the man who was jabbering on fell silent and walked away. Mai turned towards the table and walked forward. she pulled out a chair turned it round and rested her arms on the back of the chair, "Mai, at your service" Mai also pushed forward the message which had been delievered by the stinking old man. she had kept it in the original envelope and had sealed it again with her own mark a red kiss on the back.
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Re: The Recruits: A Warlock Clan storyline.
« Reply #4 on: March 16, 2006, 10:39:53 PM »
Rykani looked at the letter in her hand. She had read it many many times over to make sure it was real. Fearing a trap she entered the Tavern cautiously. Her dark grey cloak stirred dust up from the floor as she crossed the threshold into the tavern. Her hood was up to cover her pure white hair, but did not shadow her face all that much. Her skin was dark grey as well, nearly black. Her kelly green eyes scanned the room, they seemed piercing and innocent at the same time. The blood of her father shows in only her pointed ears and her eyes currently, the rest of her traits are Naitorian: nomadic humans of the deserts with dark skin and white hair. She is of average height an average toned build, but her obvious heritage was what made her stand out normally, forcing her to keep to the night. Her eyes locked on the man. It was definately him.
She scanned the room for anybody staring at her, watching her movements. Anybody that could possibly be here to ambush her, using a fake letter from Ghost to lure her in. Here keen eyes rappidly scanned as she approached the man, not directly and not obviously. First she made a wide line around the room to the bar off to the right. She noted all exits and where exits could be made.
After getting a drink from the barmaid she approached the man and the two women with him.
"I always imagined you being taller." She stated rather flatly as she handed him the letter with one hand and sipped her drink held in the other. Her golden-colored eyes looked over the other two that were obviously with him. They didn't seem like they were going to kill her... yet anyways. She waited to see if he would confirm the note was his.
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Re: The Recruits: A Warlock Clan storyline.
« Reply #5 on: March 22, 2006, 12:22:39 PM »
OOC:  Haven't forgotten this thread...just waiting to see if a few others I invited will be joining....if nobody else shows up by this weekend, the story will continue Monday and this post will be deleted.  Thanks for those that have showed up and posted....as I said, it will continue........Warlock.
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Re: The Recruits: A Warlock Clan storyline.
« Reply #6 on: March 31, 2006, 12:32:55 AM »
::Faumienn walked into the Inn his cloak whispering as he walked. His Gauntleted hand clenched around his staff as he entered. Scanning the crowd he continued walking to the Bar. Setting his staff against the table he oredered some Elven wine. Faumienn waved at the attempt of the bartenders offer to Fill one of their Dirty wine glasses. Faumienn pulled out his own it was black with Silver etchings. and Runes. The bartender looked at it mysteriously. Then reached down to grab it. ::

"That isn't......."

::but it was to late the bartender grabed the glass. Then let out a gasp as a burning pain shot up her arm. She then went to the back room to be nuresed by one of the other waitresses. Another walked up and grabed the bottle of wine being careful not to even touch the glass with even the tip of the bottle. The bartender sat the bottle down then began to walk away. ::

"I tried to tell her it wasn't a good idea" He said as she disapeared into the back room."

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Re: The Recruits: A Warlock Clan storyline.
« Reply #7 on: May 18, 2006, 08:49:27 AM »
(OOC: Woo! The warlock's back in town - for a while at least. Here's hoping you stick around for a while :) Your roleplays have always seemed to be the ones I most enjoy)

A rasping cough echoed in the background of the bustle of the tavern, and those who took the time to find the origin of this hacking would soon lay eyes on a man seated at a corner table of the inn. His face was turned away from prying eyes while he coughed, and all that anyone might see of this man was the back of a hooded cloak, obsidian in colour to match the rest of his simple attire. This ragged cough continued for several seconds longer before beginning to die down, and the man Turned around, replacing a blooded kerchief into the folds of his cloak and wrapping a band of black material over his lower face - completely covering his mouth and lower jaw area from view. If the material hiding this man's features from nose down weren't enough, a plain mask made from the ivory of an unidentified animal also covered the left half of his face, slipping below that material, and in all allowing only one quarter of his true face to be shown. Several scars adorned the mans visible face; some obviously from close calls with a blade, others apparantly burn wounds of some sort. A low fringe of unkempt black hair folded down from the top of his hood, stopping just before his black eyes. The rest of his body was completely covered in some sort of clothing or other - black gloves, soft-soled boots, trousers and tunic. No visible weapons appeared to be on his person. To normal townsfolk his appearance would certainly be most unusual. Fortunately in the eastern docks district of Torrent, there aren't many 'normal townsfolk' - few laid eyes on him for more than a couple seconds in the salted pint.

The man - Khalrani by name - had been here for the better part of three hours, waiting and watching. He was a patient man, and liked to observe any situation to more fully understand it. He was aware of Ghosts presence, and was aware that Ghost was almost definitely aware of his. Nonetheless he waited until the designated time, and a couple others had arrived before he, himself rose from his own table and began over to the table with the small gathering of likely recruits on it. The man all but shambled over - limping badly on one leg and often slowing down just to regain his footing. At first appearance, seeing a man such as this attempting for the reknowned Warlock guild was laughable. Nonetheless, Khalrani wordlessly sat at the table along with the others. He had brought no note - having lost it some time ago - but he knew that he would be recognised - at least by Ghost - by appearance.
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Re: The Recruits: A Warlock Clan storyline.
« Reply #8 on: May 28, 2006, 08:17:50 AM »
OOC: is this post still going on because hardly anyones posted since shadoweagle? just wanted to know!
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Re: The Recruits: A Warlock Clan storyline.
« Reply #9 on: June 21, 2006, 11:27:12 PM »
((ooc: i'm here still, just waiting for something to happen))
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