The Phoenix State
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151 
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on May 29, 2015 15:34:34 GMT -8
It wasn't too much longer after Octavian arrived, the squad of Scout Union soldiers would arrive. They refused to give up their position or make any more that would give them away. This was an investigation, so nothing could be done immediately.
One soldier stripped out of his uniform. He was elfin. He was wearing a pair of black gi like pants, no shoes, and a shirt that clung his slender upper torso.
He would enter Octavians vicinity quietly from behind. When he was three feet behind Octavian, he would reveal himself,
"Hey! You catching anything? Been here all day and the fish must not be hungry..so I gave up and left my pole there hoping something will bite if i'm not there. Fish here a lot and some days just suck." The elfin man said with a sincere smale and laugh.
He carried no weapons or even shoea. There was absolutely no way to tell who this man was. If one had never been to The Phoenix State, they wouldn't even recognize his tattoos. All the other guards remained hidden with their bows ready and two ready to grab the satchels of stuff inside the tent from the backside. For now, only one being was noticeable and was enough to keep Octavians suspicion low.
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Octavion
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 87
Physical Description: Octavion is an elderly man with shoulder length grey hair. He stands roughly 5'7 from the ground, and is relatively slim. His eyes are brown and his skin wrinkly and a bit pasty. He appeared rather unwashed and perhaps slightly creepy.
Clothes and Equipment: Octavian wears a tunic with multiple leather pouches for powders and stones used in his spells. His pants are that of brown linen and his shoes of black leather. Over his clothing one could often find him wearing a grey robe, covering his many trinkets and oddities.
Octavian also carried a staff in his left hand, an old piece of wood twisted into a knot at the very end, to most people it would simply appear a piece of wood.
Registered: May 25, 2015 18:25:07 GMT -8
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Post by Octavion on May 29, 2015 15:47:38 GMT -8
Octavion jumped as the elf spoke behind him, swearing under his breath. "Boy you can't run up on people like that, it'll scare the life out of them" he chuckled as he placed the fishing rod on the bank. He patted the elf on the shoulder on his way towards the tent. "Don't meet many people out here, it's very lonely on the road you know... Miracle you found me" His body language and tone of voice not indicating that he was suspicious. Octavion wrapped himself in his cloak, using the end of his staff to poke at the campfire, checking on the embers. "What can I do you for son? Don't see many of your kind in these lands" he let out a hacking cough.
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The Phoenix State
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on May 29, 2015 18:58:10 GMT -8
"Well, that's what I was going to ask you." the elf said, laughing a bit, "you're right, elves are a little uncommon, especially in public. But when you want things in life, sometimes you have to start somewhere new. This place has been my home for a few years, enjoying the peace and nature that calls this home. I tend to avoid the affairs of men and their empires, and this is the best place for that."
He'd reach into his pants and pull out a small leather satchel. He'd pull out a small tobacco leaf and a green herb. Quickly rolling it, he'd start patting his pants and shirt.
"You got a flint or magic to light this? I hope you smoke. It's only common courtesy to offer to a traveler in these lands."
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Octavion
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 87
Physical Description: Octavion is an elderly man with shoulder length grey hair. He stands roughly 5'7 from the ground, and is relatively slim. His eyes are brown and his skin wrinkly and a bit pasty. He appeared rather unwashed and perhaps slightly creepy.
Clothes and Equipment: Octavian wears a tunic with multiple leather pouches for powders and stones used in his spells. His pants are that of brown linen and his shoes of black leather. Over his clothing one could often find him wearing a grey robe, covering his many trinkets and oddities.
Octavian also carried a staff in his left hand, an old piece of wood twisted into a knot at the very end, to most people it would simply appear a piece of wood.
Registered: May 25, 2015 18:25:07 GMT -8
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Post by Octavion on May 29, 2015 22:13:07 GMT -8
Octavion smiled, walking over towards the stranger. Lifting his staff he'd produce a tiny ember to light the mans substance. "We wanderers have to look out for one another" his face friendly in a way that suggested he could do no harm.
Octavion had been on the road for years, he knew that thugs were common, and with the loot he was carrying he would not take chances.
"You just sit down and enjoy the smoke, let me fix you up some grub" Octavion walked over behind the elf, he'd start searching his satchels for his food supply, intending to share it with the elf.
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The Phoenix State
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on May 30, 2015 6:53:55 GMT -8
"You sure? It will bring you closer to nature and help you relax." The elf spoke before taking a large draw and coughing a little, "Food would be nice, as I didn't catch any fish today."
The elf sat on the log puffing, and seconds later, the fishing pole Octavian used began to bob, "Hey! I think you have one!"
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Octavion
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 87
Physical Description: Octavion is an elderly man with shoulder length grey hair. He stands roughly 5'7 from the ground, and is relatively slim. His eyes are brown and his skin wrinkly and a bit pasty. He appeared rather unwashed and perhaps slightly creepy.
Clothes and Equipment: Octavian wears a tunic with multiple leather pouches for powders and stones used in his spells. His pants are that of brown linen and his shoes of black leather. Over his clothing one could often find him wearing a grey robe, covering his many trinkets and oddities.
Octavian also carried a staff in his left hand, an old piece of wood twisted into a knot at the very end, to most people it would simply appear a piece of wood.
Registered: May 25, 2015 18:25:07 GMT -8
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Post by Octavion on Jun 1, 2015 16:35:14 GMT -8
Octavion smiled as he searched his satchel behind the elf. "Hope you like jerky, s' a bit old but tasty". Octavion would with a careful hand remove a dagger from the satchel, a very small weapon, although still deadly. He casually walked up behind the elf, watching the foreigner enjoy the substance. "I'll get to that fish in a minute..." he muttered closing in.
Octavion wasn't aware that he was surrounded, it seemed an easy option to simply murder the elf and get some peace and quiet, he didn't like their kind anyway. As Octavion reached the elf he'd raise the dagger high and attempt to plant it directly behind the heart, hoping this would be an encounter soon over, little did he know the elf had reinforcements close by.
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The Phoenix State
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on Jun 1, 2015 17:21:26 GMT -8
An arrow would find it's way through the air into the handle of the dagger. The arrow was so well targeted and precise, it would literally push the dagger out of the mans hand without even grazing his palm. Immediately following this was an arrow for his left side that was intended to pierce his knee, creating a painful injury that was non-vital.
As the elfin soldier caught first glimpse of the blade flying over his shoulder, he would pop up and spin. His right elbow would lift and spin through the air backwards, aiming for the mans upper torso. The lead soldier would make their squad of four duly noted to Octavion.
"You are now being placed under arrest by The Phoenix State! Cease! We will kill you in necessary!!" The officer yelled, attempting to surprise Octavion again, and get him to surrender.
The elves were adorned in light dragon scale armor. All were members from the Scout Union. They were not here to play games. Mage or no mage, their arrows could move faster than any spell, two already locked on the man and ready to fire again.
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Octavion
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 87
Physical Description: Octavion is an elderly man with shoulder length grey hair. He stands roughly 5'7 from the ground, and is relatively slim. His eyes are brown and his skin wrinkly and a bit pasty. He appeared rather unwashed and perhaps slightly creepy.
Clothes and Equipment: Octavian wears a tunic with multiple leather pouches for powders and stones used in his spells. His pants are that of brown linen and his shoes of black leather. Over his clothing one could often find him wearing a grey robe, covering his many trinkets and oddities.
Octavian also carried a staff in his left hand, an old piece of wood twisted into a knot at the very end, to most people it would simply appear a piece of wood.
Registered: May 25, 2015 18:25:07 GMT -8
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Post by Octavion on Jun 1, 2015 17:56:13 GMT -8
Octavion knelt as the arrow pierced his leg, gritting his teeth as he roared into the night. "You'll never take me alive you filthy fucks". The elderly man made a feeble attempt at rolling, scraping his hands at the mud to reach his staff, he had all intention murdering these thieves. He struggled through the mud, hearing the sound of twigs breaking and bushes shaking, he figured it an ambush.
"Filthy Elven thieves, die in the fiery pits of hell!" at this point his words were slurred and messy, his frustration and desperation showing in his voice as he dragged himself towards the tent and his staff. One thing was for sure, Octavion would protect his treasure with his life, no less.
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The Phoenix State
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on Jun 2, 2015 16:25:24 GMT -8
Immediately behind the fallen man was the elf that he had attempted to stab. The elf reached down to grab Octavion's ankles. With this attempt, he would jerk the man backwards on his belly. Following this, whether it was successful or not, was a tackle to try and slow him down more.
Should this fail, the officer was infront of the tent now. The officer would stand between Octavion and the tent, and if Octavion got too close, his face would be met with a right foot. The intention for this was a knock out.
"You, sir, are the thief! Now cease your actions immediately and surrender!" The officer yelled.
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Octavion
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 87
Physical Description: Octavion is an elderly man with shoulder length grey hair. He stands roughly 5'7 from the ground, and is relatively slim. His eyes are brown and his skin wrinkly and a bit pasty. He appeared rather unwashed and perhaps slightly creepy.
Clothes and Equipment: Octavian wears a tunic with multiple leather pouches for powders and stones used in his spells. His pants are that of brown linen and his shoes of black leather. Over his clothing one could often find him wearing a grey robe, covering his many trinkets and oddities.
Octavian also carried a staff in his left hand, an old piece of wood twisted into a knot at the very end, to most people it would simply appear a piece of wood.
Registered: May 25, 2015 18:25:07 GMT -8
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Post by Octavion on Jun 2, 2015 16:40:00 GMT -8
Octavion found it admirable that they were still trying to take him in for theft. He didn't exactly know how they could've found him or identified him, but he was in the situation now. As he was pulled back he twisted his body, facing the man that he had previously attempted to stab. From this position he could stare him directly in the face. A wave of anger and madness rolled over Octavion as he saw the face of the formerly friendly elf.
His voice echoed through the trees, his palm facing towards the soldier. As Octavion attempted his spell, flames erupted from his palm. If the soldier did not somehow roll away in an instant, he'd be set aflame. Octavion was a crazy old man, not one to be reasoned with, this was clear in his voice and body language.
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The Phoenix State
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on Jun 2, 2015 17:50:34 GMT -8
As the first elf decided to evade by dropping and flattening out on the ground. This would cause the mage to burn himself if he didn't raise his uppertorso. This allowed for the officer tomake his decision. A mighty right foot to the mans head in the midst of his spell was enough. It would be quick and painful for Octavian.
These soldiers wouldn't kill the man. They were here to arrest him. Their proof would be in the courts of Flo'liare.If the kick was successful due to Octavion focusing on the first, the officer would immediately bind Octavions hands and feet in chains. Even if Octavion could handle these two, there was still two more out there with their targets set.
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Octavion
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 87
Physical Description: Octavion is an elderly man with shoulder length grey hair. He stands roughly 5'7 from the ground, and is relatively slim. His eyes are brown and his skin wrinkly and a bit pasty. He appeared rather unwashed and perhaps slightly creepy.
Clothes and Equipment: Octavian wears a tunic with multiple leather pouches for powders and stones used in his spells. His pants are that of brown linen and his shoes of black leather. Over his clothing one could often find him wearing a grey robe, covering his many trinkets and oddities.
Octavian also carried a staff in his left hand, an old piece of wood twisted into a knot at the very end, to most people it would simply appear a piece of wood.
Registered: May 25, 2015 18:25:07 GMT -8
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Post by Octavion on Jun 2, 2015 19:33:15 GMT -8
The flames spread from his palm, encircling most of area, filling the camp. Anyone standing close to Octavion would be in the midst of the fire, including himself. It was an act of pure madness, but Octavion could treat his own wounds, at least that was what went through his head as he poured the fire out onto the ground. The first soldier hit the ground, his reflexes serving him well as the flames barely licked his body.
Octavion himself was not so lucky, the flames caught on to his robe, setting him alight. The screams of the now burning man echoed throughout the forest, and the reflection of the fire in the lake could be seen from afar.
The combination of the arrow to his leg and the flames that now consumed him, Octavion was going to die a painful death, although in his mind it wasn't over yet. He could not comprehend that a few measly thugs could end him, but it so happened that he was proven otherwise.
Octavion would soon be consumed by the flames, his body but a crisp corpse covered in black. It was unlikely that all of the soldiers would go unharmed, but they'd be alive unlike Octavion.
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The Phoenix State
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on Jun 3, 2015 6:02:27 GMT -8
In a last ditch effort, to preserve Octavions life, the two elves close by would take on heavy burns. The two grabbed Octavion and threw him in the water. They would jump in also to cool their burns.
By now, despite all the painful burns, Octavion would be alive, but not by much. The two elves upper torsos suffered a lot of damage also.
"Archers, grab the treasure and his staff, we'll make something to carry this old man with. I don't think he'll be fighting back much." The officer spoke as he fought back the tears in his eyes from the third degree burns covering his uppertorso.
Two elves had third degree burns. Two were fine. In a matter of minutes, the elves had made something to carry Octavions barely living charcoaled body. Despite him trying to kill them, they still had a duty to protect his life, thief or not.
"Well...maybe when we check in with Medan they can treat our burns temporarily till we get home," The armorless elf spoke while tying OcOctaviono what was carrying him.
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The Phoenix State
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on Jun 3, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -8
(Octavion stated in PM he wished the character to die, so i'm going to post.)
The group was nearly back to where they came into the expanse at. They had the treasure, arrested the man, and were alive, barely. It seemed to them that it was a decent day, but then it happened. Octavion's last breathe escaped his crisp body. The squad would stop and pray over the man, offering their respects in his passing, even though they thought of him as a thief.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 9:22:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2015 15:12:48 GMT -8
[Quite a while after the events in Asgeir]
Ymir wanders about the woods, looking for a place to camp for the night.
Oh, I wish I hadn't left town so late. There's bears in these woods, I'm sure of it. They'll eat me. I don't want to be eaten by bears...
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Legion Master Zhax
Dedicated
In jail.
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: 24 Years
Physical Description: Avian yet Reptilian
5' 3" tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on right side of neck
Clothes and Equipment: Light torso and leg plate armor
Dual 12" daggers
Hook and rope
Neurotoxin blow dart gun
Pots of flammable oil, and toxic gas
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 11:16:18 GMT -8
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Post by Legion Master Zhax on Oct 13, 2015 15:56:20 GMT -8
The somewhat sneaky Zhax (now Zhax'n) had been lurking in these forests while looking for more plants to create various mixtures. He noticed the all too familiar slender body and spoke with his all too familiar voice with a tad better grammar. "Huh? Is that, you?" Came from under a bush.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 9:22:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2015 16:04:06 GMT -8
"Eek!"
Ymir jumps in shock, then a look of recognition crosses her pretty features.
Is that...it can't be. But it is, that's his voice. And where...oh, there he is! Yes, that's him. What a coincidence. I don't know, though...eh, he won't let m e be eaten by bears.
She composes herself and smiles nervously.
"Eh...hello, Zhax! What are you doing all the way out here? I thought you lived in that little cave?"
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Legion Master Zhax
Dedicated
In jail.
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: 24 Years
Physical Description: Avian yet Reptilian
5' 3" tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on right side of neck
Clothes and Equipment: Light torso and leg plate armor
Dual 12" daggers
Hook and rope
Neurotoxin blow dart gun
Pots of flammable oil, and toxic gas
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 11:16:18 GMT -8
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Post by Legion Master Zhax on Oct 13, 2015 16:19:31 GMT -8
Zhax himself is surprised at finding her all alone out here but safe. He jumps out into plain sight revealing he has grown a little extra muscle mass and has a strange tattoo or mark on his neck, then he ran over to hug her awkwardly.
"My Ymir, you've gotten away safely from those vile people! I own much more now, the cave went boom. Never liked it really. What you doing out here? I can take you to a much nicer place, help you, and raise you my dear lady." His smile gradually appears to show through as he talks.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 9:22:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2015 16:25:44 GMT -8
"A nicer place? Oh, that would be lovely. Somewhere without bears."
Ymir melts into Zhax's scaly embrace, snuggling up against him.
What is this? It's so strange...I feel completely safe with him around. I'm not worried that he's going to kill me or anything. Even with Soda it wasn't like this...
"Is it nearby? I don't want to be eaten by bears. Let's go."
She smiles and lets him go.
"I...I've missed you, Zhax."
I didn't realize it at first, but seeing him makes me realize how much I missed him. Strange.
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Legion Master Zhax
Dedicated
In jail.
Roleplay posts: 105
Age: 24 Years
Physical Description: Avian yet Reptilian
5' 3" tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on right side of neck
Clothes and Equipment: Light torso and leg plate armor
Dual 12" daggers
Hook and rope
Neurotoxin blow dart gun
Pots of flammable oil, and toxic gas
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 11:16:18 GMT -8
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Post by Legion Master Zhax on Oct 13, 2015 16:41:08 GMT -8
"Yes! Cleaner, and it's a home! No bears at all, I promise you lovely." He lets go of the super beautiful demon a blows through a wood tube, producing a noise similar to whistling.
"It is far but I can make your trip go quicker if you like..." While rummaging through his leather pouch, but he stops and turns to her, the poor Kig-yar finally feeling love in his body, even though it was a pretty demon, quelling the anger and cruelty in his blood with those words. "I have too, Ymir."
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