Post by Mr. Fangora (Wum) on Feb 15, 2003 0:33:42 GMT -5
I look around at the group and stare at each of them. "Hey didn't you get attacked by a band of swamp eagles?" I say to the man with the cane. "No, that's not right." I say and shake my head. "Sorry about that, d**n memories on the blink."
Post by Mr. Fangora (Wum) on Feb 16, 2003 3:52:57 GMT -5
Now in quite a lot of pain, I swear under my breath and glare at I disagreeailant. "I can assure you sir, I am quite sober now please let go of my ear." I sit back down and readjust my clothing. "The reason I am acting a little 'strange' is I have strange and unusual powers. It all began a year ago, or was it a week ago? Anyway, I got into trouble with a local wizard due to matters concernig his..heh...daughter. He was so annoyed that he cast a spell that blasted my into the next week. Ever since then my memory hasn't been working correctly. I seem to remember things from entirely different time periods." I look back up at the man who had my ear and take it from his stunned hands. "By the way, I wouldn't go anywhere near a harlot in the next few days" I say as I re-attach my ear to my head.
Red Phoenix: "Hahahahahahah...that's not the truth! This man...is wanted, cause he's working for the Wizard. He normally say's that he's having bad memories and then he atacks you with no mercy! And this strange man that's with me, he works for the Royal Army!"
Fortunately, I had heard the conversation between RedPheonix, and this proposed Royal Army soldier. I scoffed "Bounty hunters. Scum, the lot of you." I then take my cane, and push it against RedPheonix's chest "I am Jorak Kan, I own many properties in this city, and am in the inner city council. I have heard of no outstanding rewards for a wizard's apprentice, so this man is hereby within my sanctuary until I see an official proclamation declaring his crimilancy. Now get out of my sight. Of course, I use the term loosely."
Post by Busterman Zero on Feb 16, 2003 16:09:47 GMT -5
When the strange man pulls out a paper I grab it and rip it to pieces. I prompty grab the man by the left arm and throw him over my shoulder. He crashes to the floor and remains still. I face Red Phoenix. "Get out of here," I say with my hand resting on the hilt of my blade. "Or I'll show you why they call me the Buster Man!"
I take ym cane and softly press it against the swordsman. "Please, no violence. Not here." The man who was thrown has now stood up, and moved himself next to the man I was assuming was RedPheonix. I then put my cane on the waist of the "Royal Guard". "This man is no Royal Guard" I say calmly "Not anymore, at least. The sword on his waist is too wide. The Royal Guard revoked those three years ago, in favor of longer, more narrow blades. I should know, I'm the one who wrote the recall notice"
*A darkly clad figure walks slowly to the bar. MY thick soled boots tap out a steady beat as I glare with hollow black eyes to each inhabitant of the old tavern. My hair matches my eyes perfectly, it is as black and opaque as ink. It falls to my shoulders and blows slightly from the cool wind that seemed to follow me into the tavern. My black hell-bent armor covers my body. The thorns of steel gouge out in various places, it is no man made armor, this is certain. It has no pattern, no fluent craftsmanship, it is twisted and made to fit only MY body. The armor itself appears to have been alive at one time, and that it died and hardened onto my body. I am the dark elven warrior that has destroyed villages and plunged entire lands into darkness. I have vast powers that have yet to be tested at their pinnacle, for no man will rise against me. I come now to this small tavern not for thirst of blood or battle, but for thirst of good drink. I sit now at the far end of the bar and waits to be served. The black holes that are my eyes seek out those who are powerful in this bar. No threat is imminent, so I resume my waiting patiently.*