Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 11, 2020 13:25:36 GMT -8
"don't you worry, we'll get a move on here soon" Dart takes the bandages from him and reties the tourniquet (in a previous post I probably spelled this word wrong) and banding his arm once again. "Should I kiss it better so you'll heal faster?" She quirks an eyebrow at him in a playful manner. Compared to the rest this hallway was a bit more dimly lit but Dart didn't have any trouble seeing in the dark. Hell, these days she might have better vision in the dark than in the day. Even though the temple was still in the searing desert this secret passage provided them with a bit of relief as it seemed cooler than the other paths they were taking.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 11, 2020 13:43:09 GMT -8
"Good," he grumbled. He watched her fix him back up and then blinked at her question, "If it's kissing you want, you are not getting it from my arm." He said this quietly but firmly, meaning what he said. He peered through the hallway with a squint, glad that it wasn't pitched black in the place that he couldn't at least see the outlines of things. He had to trust her that she could lead the way. He was no longer sweating after a time, it was significantly cooler, he noted just as she was thinking the same (unbeknownst to him). "Let's go," he whispered and knew it was time to follow her.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 11, 2020 14:03:16 GMT -8
"well when we get out of this temple we could go for a drink or two. We need to make up for lost time" Dart looks around and start advancing deeper into the secret passage way. The path was even though they were both able to stand up the path was narrow. There was no way two people could go through this pathway side by side at once. Dart figured that whoever used to reside in these temples had a system of avoiding running into someone coming from the other side. "I've spent most of my time awake at night I never noticed how much better my eyesight as become in the dark. Can you see alright. If you wish you can take my hand if you're unsure of your steps." Dart was glad she found company on this trip. Even though she might've gotten the jewel faster without someone else, it was nice not being alone even if it would only for a little bit. All the men she's met in her life have never taken her seriously or had a bounty on their head. Dart thought enjoyed the thought of the money that would come from selling this jewel, but she already had plenty of gold. Dart was tired of hearing people saying she would never be able to do this or that, but here she is stealing a priceless ancient artifact in the middle of no where because some no brainer doubter her abilities. Thinking about that made her blood boil but she mustn't show it here. She wondered if Tass would be able to find the visions he wanted here. If he did, maybe this trip would benefit the both of them.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 11, 2020 14:29:07 GMT -8
"Lost time? We've only just met," he reminded her with a chuckle. He continued to follow her through the dim passageway and wondered the same thing she was wondering about the possible former residence of the place. "I did most of my traveling by night, for the sun was much too hot during the day. I've had to travel by day too," he would say. "I can see, though probably not as well as you can, Dart."
Other things started to show up in his mind at the moment, blurred memories. He narrowed his eyes as he tried to focus on the unclear visage within his thoughts. He came back to the present with no avail. Something about the darkness was bringing these foreign thoughts, he mused as they went deeper into the tumble.
"If it is a drink you want, though, we'll have to stay alive. How much longer, do you think, until we find this thing you are looking for?" He wasn't stupid, he knew she was stealing it from the people they were trying to stay clear of. But who was he to judge her for that?
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 11, 2020 17:35:59 GMT -8
"I plan on staying alive, the faster we get this done the faster we can go get drinks. Being in this heat really makes me want a nice cold something. It shouldn't be much farther." The secret passage didn't seem to have any traps and sure was a lot straighter and simpler of a path. Maybe this was how they were able to get in and out of the temple so easily. The two soon reached a dead end in their little pathway. The only way to go was down through another hatch. Dart ventured a peek down below. This seems to be some sort of storage room there didn't seem to be anyone inside the room. "have you gotten any of those visions you were looking for?" She asked as she hopped down from the hatch in the ceiling and down into the room. She stacked some boxes making it easier for Tass to get down and easier for them to get back up.
This storage room seemed to be filled with food, clothing, bedding, and all sorts of basic necessities. There was many things in here that one would be surprised at how a person could get all of this in here. The only problem was all of this was fairly new in condition. Dart quickly took out a water holder and took a drink from it before putting it back in her bag. Just in time for the two to hear footsteps approaching the closet. Time to find a place to hide or draw your weapons. Hiding back in the secret passage would take too long as Dart closed the hatch after Tass came down. They better pick and option and fast.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 11, 2020 19:16:06 GMT -8
“I would hope so,” he said. She was right, cool drinks would be nice after the business they were taking care of in the desert. He was ready to be done with this. “I am glad.” Not much farther… She asked about a possible vision and he murmured, “Only a blur.” He wasn’t able to make out the vision. They reached the dead end and he pondered for a moment at what they were to do next, but she seemed to find a way out through another hatch. When they descended into the closet, he was careful not to use his arm that time to climb downward, for he was out of bandage.
He drew his ax, there was hardly a chance he would be able to hide and not get caught. “Looks like we’re in for a fight,” he whispered and held it at the ready, his stance shifting so that his feet were braced apart and his muscles twitched with anticipation. He waited with baited breath to see what was going to happen. If it was time to die, then it would be in battle with his ax in hand.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 11, 2020 20:56:56 GMT -8
Dart pulls out two daggers and waits next to the door hoping that the door was a push open that way she'd be in there blind spot. The door creaks open as two men push open entering the room. Dart was crouched by the doorway, it was still slightly dim within the room. The two men didn't see them at first but what alerted them to their presence of Dart slitting the tendon on the first stranger's ankles. The man went down with a scream, oh great why do they always need to scream. Luckily both men were inside the room before Dart struck. She sneaks behind them closing the door making sure no one else came in. The man was dressed properly for the desert conditions and each had their own pack.
"Why you little bitch" the first man screamed trying to lunge for her. It seemed no one noticed Tass and the battleaxe he held. Dart easily dodges out of the way as the man squirmed on the floor.
"don't kill them quite yet. I need to ask them some questions" Dart said digging a dagger into the second man's leg making sure none of them could run away. "so tell me boys are you here also for the jewel?" She asked them . Both men looked well equipped for the desert as if they've lived here before.
"looks like you haven't done your research, Dart. I knew I'd find you here. It's a pleasure to finally meet the master thief but it'll be even more of a pleasure to kill you. I'm surprised no one has been able to take the bounty on your head." The second man spoke. His black hair slicked back as his emerald eyes glared into her. "The rose needs much more blood and I'll be happy to drain both you and your friend there clean. I'll be the one to collect your bounty. I'm surprised she hasn't killed you yet" The man laughed as he pulled the dagger out of his leg and slitting the first mans throat. The blood from his throat dipped quickly into an empty jar. He quickly threw the dagger with quick precision at Tass. Depending on how alert and quick his reactions are he was able to deflect the dagger with his axe but if he was unlucky he would take the dagger in his shoulder.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 12, 2020 8:16:54 GMT -8
Tass watched as things escalated quickly. He stared blankly as the girl plunged the knife into the back of one man’s leg, unnoticed for the moment. That was until Dart spoke to him. He was about to lunge forward and slice off the head of the one who was making threats and insults, but the man threw a knife his way. He used his axe to deflect the blade, came forward and sent the axe flying downward to slice off an appendage but not kill. “Shut up or it’ll be your head next.” He muttered at the mess being made. It seemed the man was into blood sacrifices and didn’t have a preference as to who he killed to get it. He kicked the jar of blood away from the man with the sound of shattering glass.
Then his eyes rounded on Dart in anger toward the man, not her, “Wrap a tourniquet around his arm and ask your questions before I behead this fool.” He was angry that he had to kill in the first place. He did not like the feel of his enemy’s blood upon him no matter how many times he had been through battle. Even still, he had the axe poised over the man and his fist curled into the man’s shirt.
The vision came back… He had watched his father die in a similar fashion. The imagery was so real that he gave an oath and dropped the man like a hot potato.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 12, 2020 18:29:47 GMT -8
"there's no need for a tourniquet. I know this annoying fuck" Dart said kicking the man in the stomach. The man just laughed at his injuries. "This man is Ian Salamance. He dabbles quite a bit in blood magic and is essentially a human pin cushion. He doesn't bleed or feels pain no matter how much you slice him up" The reason that Dart knew so much of this man was because of his bounty. His bounty is almost as much as hers but falls just a tad below. No one has been able to kill this fool. If he loses his head he just sews it back on.
"How right you are. The jewel was so close in my possession but oh you wouldn't be able to collect it if you don't have enough blood" He lets out a maniacal laugh. Alright so from what they've gathered, that rose needs blood and she's not sure how much but seeing this guy he probably brought an entire gallon with him. "You can chop him up all you'd like Tass but unless we light him on fire he'll still be talking" It seems that the rose could very well to be in the next room or two away.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 12, 2020 19:44:37 GMT -8
"Ugh," he grunted. "And you think he is going to answer your questions now?" He looked at the man who wasn't bleeding and thought about slicing into his head to shut him up, but she said she needed him alive. And they needed blood? This was too much for him. "This is too much," he repeated his thought out loud, looking at her and the scene before him. "Where are you going to get blood from?" he eyed her suspiciously, but how could he not? It wasn't as if there were a lot of warm bodies available. It wasn't like the ones littering the temple were fresh enough to yield blood that could actually drip freely.
How had he gotten mixed up with such a situation?
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 12, 2020 19:58:32 GMT -8
"check his bags, he's got to have some on him. He always comes prepared." Dart says stuffing something into his mouth to keep him quiet. Rayn takes the jar of blood that came from the second man and made sure the lid was screwed on tightly. Inside Ian's bag was a large and I mean large glass container of blood. It's as if that's the only thing he brought. He probably filled it up more with the rest of his party.
The two exits the storage room leaving the three limb annoyance. The room the exited into was well lit and had a large wooden round table. The walls instead of being the sandstone type material it was a smooth marble type walls with tiled flooring to match. Besides the table, there seemed to be nothing else aside from a layer of water dripping down from the ceiling and over the walls as if it was built intentionally to have that effect. Across from the storage, the door is a long hallway. Though it's hard to see from where they were standing, something red glistens in that other area. Dart held onto both jars of blood and started walking towards the hallway.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 13, 2020 15:18:01 GMT -8
He checked the bags of the man who he wanted very much to silence, finding the disgusting stash and curling his lip. “I’ve found the blood…” He decided to keep the stash in the bag as opposed to touching the actual jars. It wasn’t that he was particularly squeamish, but he thought it was a morbid collection nevertheless as he closed the bags and carried them off.
“What a gross hobby that man has.” He shuddered. “I am not particularly fond of bloodshed despite being a warrior. Needless bloodshed is never ideal.” He sighed and glanced around, then nodded toward the red he saw. “What is that over there?” He moved to approach the spot he was squinting at, curious as to what was there.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 13, 2020 20:18:17 GMT -8
"hold on boy" Dart scolds grabbing the back of his pants. "not so fast, we need to make sure it's safe before proceeding." After everything was secured to their standards they move to the other room. There was a set of stairs that led into the room that is...filled with water. The water was exceptionally clear but they couldn't see the bottom or determine how deep the water is. In the middle of the large poor sits a stand where the rose jewel is held.
"Why is there so much water?" Dart asked confused about the pool. As if to answer her question a large fin is seen swimming the waters guarding the jewel. Ah so that is why there's a pool. Some sort of creature maybe a shark or maybe a monster. Dart couldn't see any way across without touching the water. The blood was definitely meant to be used to obtain the rose but maybe the blood wasn't to put on the rose but for something more sinister.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 14, 2020 19:43:20 GMT -8
He wasn't pleased when she jerked at the back of his pants, but he stopped in his tracks nevertheless. Not that he had planned on proceeding without her. He followed her when the time came and frowned at the sight of all of that water. He wondered just how deep it went and wondered what kind of danger lurked within said depths. "That is a good question," he murmured.
Tass continued to ponder and said, "If there is something in the water that likes blood, perhaps that is why that nasty fellow back in the closet brought so much. What if we threw him in for good measure to see what happens, and if there is danger, you can try and swim across while the thing is distracted by him. Two birds, one stone." He hated the sound of that, but what other way would there be to getting that rose? And he wondered if both of them should swim across.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 16, 2020 13:57:39 GMT -8
"I can swim across to get it. I'm a pretty fast swimmer but I shouldn't get all of my clothing wet. It'll drag me down. Go get his body, but I'm keeping the head. I need something to bring back to claim his bounty." Dart says looking at the creature that was circling the rose. Its fin was definitely bigger than any shark she's ever seen. Whatever this thing is could be massive and has a devastating bite. The thief did some calculations. From where she stood to where the rose was it was about 10 feet. The stand on the rose stick out 5 feet from the water and the shark swims in a clockwise circle varying from 2 to 7ft from the rose. This one is going to be cutting it close.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 17, 2020 13:46:22 GMT -8
He nodded and went back into the other room. Ugh, he was going to have to behead the man. He drew his axe once more and did the deed. He was queasy afterwards and had to walk away for a few moments so as not to become sick, for he had never had to do such a thing before. He left the head with their stuff and dragged the body into the water-filled room. Then he dumped blood all over it and shoved the cadaver into the water, making sure there was a nice cloud of blood off to one side to distract the beast in the pool.
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Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 18, 2020 11:33:15 GMT -8
Dart has put her clothing off to the side as she now only wears her undergarment. She takes a deep breath and dives in quickly swimming and climbing up the stand and grabbing the jewel. The shark creature seems to still be occupied with the limbs of Ian. "Tass, catch" She calls out throwing the jewel underhand style over to him. The shark noticing the jewel is gone swims towards Tass's direction. This gives Dart enough time to swim back up to the ledge and pull herself up away from the shark. Dart scrambles over to her clothing shaking herself carefully and puts them back on. The two thinking they made it out of the doom of the temple shouldn't count their chicken just yet. They hear a scrapping sound and turn to see the shark......getting out of the water with mangled appendages that could've been an arm or a leg or just some sort of limb. Better not stick around to find out. "oh boy lets go get our stuff and back up that hatch"
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 19, 2020 21:09:27 GMT -8
He caught the rose and placed it into a bag carefully to hand to her when she was done getting her clothes on. Tass was certainly not sticking around long enough to see what that shark was about to do, but he pulled his axe in case the beast somehow grew legs or something and tried to eat the two of them. As soon as she was dressed, he was the first one out. As far as the head went, that also went into a bag for her. Distaste curled its fingers around him at that particular task, but at least they wouldn't be dealing with blood anymore... right? He hoped so. But he wouldn't put it passed the God of mischief to pull another trick out of his sleeve and make for a hard exit.
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Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Registered: Jan 12, 2020 16:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 20, 2020 21:50:50 GMT -8
Dart scrambles up the secret passage behind him closing the hatch. They can hear the monster coming through. It lets out a hideous screech as it knows its too big to fit in the entrance up there. You hear the footsteps receding. The two continue to run through the passage. When all things were going good something jutted up piercing the floor of the secret passage in front of them. It seems to be the shark monsters top fin. It drags its fine across the floor of the secret passage walking towards them. It seems that the fin has no difficulty cutting through the ceiling which is now the floor they were standing on. It seems to be trying to cut out the floor to make it unstable and cause the two to fall right into its waiting maw.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Registered: Feb 1, 2020 9:40:14 GMT -8
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 21, 2020 13:45:57 GMT -8
What in the feck was that beast? "Run, damn it!" he shouted and grabbed her hand, tugging her along until they reached safety or the floor collapsed beneath them, one or the other. He pushed her ahead of him, turned about and brought his axe down as hard as he could upon the fin when it was close enough in hopes of wounding the beast enough for it to stop, a great grunt coming from him in his effort. "You bastard!" he growled.
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