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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2015 9:11:45 GMT -8
"Yeah! And you should give us information too!" Wendy said as she got into a battle stance.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 19:09:21 GMT -8
Takans said nothing. He knew that the Rat King held all the answers even to the king's own questions. He stared at the Rat King with his peirving purple eyes that glowed in the darkness. He looked on as the others stepped forward and spoke. After they finished Takans took a step forward. "I want to know why he did it and why you would risk the sewers destruction to hide him from me." Takans needed to uncover why the killer killed the Head of the Takans family, and who, if anyone, hired him.
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The Rat King
New
Roleplay posts: 3 
Age: 26
Physical Description: A remarkably pale, gaunt man. His hair is messily cut and black, and his features handsome. He has a face full of stubble, but no beard.
Clothes and Equipment: Variable. Usually dressed in the (stolen) robes of some foreign dignitary, or his water-resistant overcoat. In battle he wields knives, a hand-crossbow, and an enchanted sword reminiscent in shape of a Mambele. While holding "court" he wears a dented, crudely fashioned copper crown. His "royal sigil" is a ball of inter weaved sewer rats tied into a ball on a dark green background.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTgmxKjY--c
He has a curse which allows him to see perfectly in the dark, granted to him by some wizard.
At any one time he is also likely to be carrying some combat drugs, among other foreign curiosities.
Player's online availability : Lol.
Registered: Sept 10, 2015 15:58:17 GMT -8
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Post by The Rat King on Sept 23, 2015 20:19:13 GMT -8
The Rat King would address Takans first, as the Praetor was his primary guest.
"So many assumptions, Praetor. So many assumptions. The man you seek isn't in the sewers. In fact, I doubt he ever was, at least for longer for a few minutes. From what I understand he had planned on hiring some thugs to escort him out of the city via the upper aqueducts. He likely would have succeeded, too."
He motioned to his right. From one of the passageways leading out of the room came two men. They carried a man bound in wrist manacles. Two more men came soon after, carrying another similarly bound prisoner. The men were clearly beaten and bloodied, and one was missing an eye.
"The thugs. I have already extracted everything I need to know from them, but decided it would be more fun if you did your own interrogation. After all, the guttersnipes of the undercity have nothing on a shining Praetor of Aaedan. One small problem. According to the laws of my land, neither of them has committed a crime by attempting to assist your killer. They have, however, done plenty to piss me off. Release them."
The guards released the two men, who took off down the tunnel through which they had came.
"Happy hunting, Praetor."
He then turned to the adventurers who had not chased after Takans.
"Now that that is dealt with, I believe you were threatening me at swordpoint?" You learn so slowly. Not everything can be, or should be, acquired through violence or intimidation. But you are here for information, not advice. A shame, really. Killing one of my citizens was a very bad idea."
He sauntered off his throne, drawing strange looking curved blade as he did. Laughing, he would smile to the gathered adventurers.
"Now, you have stepped on my toes, and disrespected me on multiple occasions. We can escalate or sit back down. Your call."
He snapped his fingers and the lights went out.
"Well, I'm waiting for a response. Come on people."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 20:24:19 GMT -8
Takans took off after the thugs that the Rat King set free. He pressed the releases on his arms and 2 long curved blades erupted from the armor on his forearms. Raynold was a soldier and the fools fleeing before him were no match for the speed of Takans, even in full plate. He would hound down the slower one and make a quick slice to the man's ankle, dropping him into whatever filth lay down the tunnle. Raynold would continue to chase the other one, when/if he caught up he would do the same slice to the mans ankle.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 23, 2015 20:31:17 GMT -8
Roxanne looks at the blade, unimpressed. She could take this guy, easily. And probably his thugs too, especially with Raena and that drow on her side. But still...this could still be resolved peacefully. She puts down the ice sword.
"Alright. There, happy? I'm sorry for coming in like this, but I didn't know if it was a trap or not. Now...you know where the murderer is. Where is he? I'm willing to pay for the information."
She gives a friendly smile, which looks rather warm and comforting. Almost as warm and comforting as a shark's grin.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 23, 2015 20:31:54 GMT -8
"I do not remember uttering any threats," responds Raena, her eyes searching the darkness slowly, "perhaps you are simply paranoid."
She's quite used to seeing in the dark, having chased more than a few unsavoury types down similarly unsavoury dark tunnels, but even so the rapid transition from light to dark means she needs to take a moment to adjust. She widens her stance and grips her weapon tightly, stepping to the side slowly, off the carpet of runes and onto the unmarked stone, presenting a moving target as she adjusts.
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The Rat King
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 26
Physical Description: A remarkably pale, gaunt man. His hair is messily cut and black, and his features handsome. He has a face full of stubble, but no beard.
Clothes and Equipment: Variable. Usually dressed in the (stolen) robes of some foreign dignitary, or his water-resistant overcoat. In battle he wields knives, a hand-crossbow, and an enchanted sword reminiscent in shape of a Mambele. While holding "court" he wears a dented, crudely fashioned copper crown. His "royal sigil" is a ball of inter weaved sewer rats tied into a ball on a dark green background.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTgmxKjY--c
He has a curse which allows him to see perfectly in the dark, granted to him by some wizard.
At any one time he is also likely to be carrying some combat drugs, among other foreign curiosities.
Player's online availability : Lol.
Registered: Sept 10, 2015 15:58:17 GMT -8
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Post by The Rat King on Sept 23, 2015 21:22:14 GMT -8
"I wouldn't lie to our dear friend the Praetor. The killer is above ground, and hasn't been her since I first drove him out... via a proxy, of course. If I had to guess where he was now, I would have to say somewhere well above-ground, or outside of the city. My eyes don't report anyone in the sewers, or in the common areas in the overcity. So. Either outside the city walls, or somewhere my... sources... can't readily travel. The party would hear something scurry across the wet ground off to the left, heading in the Rat King's direction.
"Oh, pardon me. Someone get the lights."
A guard grunted, and a few moments later the room was lit again. The Rat King now had a truly massive sewer rat lazing itself over his right boot. The disgusting creature was nibbling on something... a piece of meat, perhaps? The King looked back up, his eyes momentarily glowing a dazzling emerald before they returned to normal. To Raena he would respond next.
"Oh, paranoia is no curse. A Knight such as yourself should know that. Xys uai qylyf's yghypsefr swez. A sword heavy hand is as much a threat as a verbal one, I think most people would agree."
He noticeably furrowed his brow a bit as he spoke, but nevertheless he delivered the line in his usual insane, ironic tone.
"Now, where was I. Oh yes. I don't know anything about your killer. Sorry about that. If anyone down here does, It is that damned info broker. The old woman lied. Just go one floor up from here, then take a left at the waterfall. Look for the guy in the boat. Can't miss it."
He would wait a for the others to respond before continuing, cutting off whomever last spoke.
"Well, that's all then. Later assholes."
A smoke bomb would explode in the center of the room, and the lights would again go out. The last thing they would see would be the Rat King's manic grin, then darkness. When the frankly disgusting smelling smoke dissipated the man would be gone, vanished. In his place was a simple wooden chest, sitting alone on the throne. The guards shook their heads in exasperation.
Meanwhile in the tunnel, Takans would run down the first of the thugs, nailing him in the back with a swipe of his bladed forearms. The scum would collapse in the grime of the catacomb floor as his companion disappeared around the corner. The kid was fast. The sound of flowing water could be heard now, and the floor was on a clear upward slope.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 7:48:23 GMT -8
Takan's pressed his prey, after he rounded the corner he took to a full sprint, wide steps and pumping arms. Takans pursued the enemy. Like all takans, once prey is found its the only thing that sits in focus.
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