[CA 1-2] Blood and Stone [C:T/DU/D]

[Saber]

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[attr="class","nameBox"]Saber
Level 90 -- Assassin

[attr="class","statBox"]Words: [707]

Tags: [Tobin, Dr. Ultima, @serenityspace]

Skills Used: [Too Many]

Notes: [Bloody Sunday]

[attr="class","titleBox"]This broken glass is all I've got left!

[attr="class","textBox"] Agitation continued to burn in Saber’s core as his heels touched down on the weak ground of Thames, the rest of his body collapsing to a kneel as he landed atop a large hill. The sky above the area was grey and the temperature was lower than normal, but that didn’t bother the Assassin. He could still see and his clothes kept him at a comfortable temperature. What bothered him was the reason he was here; he was after the tablet or at least the pieces of it. He was back for the same reason he had been dispatched before, all because the Sages believed that they could continue to piddle around without pissing something, or someone, off. Saber seethed and the air which passed through his lips was hot. He hadn’t felt this kind of controlled anger in a long time.

Even so, his anger wouldn’t get in the way of him doing his job. If he was here to fix the tablet or whatever it was now, then he would do it. However he would make damn sure the Sages never got another chance to come out to these lands. And if he couldn’t do that, then he was going to ensure that they remembered his pissed off face and the feeling of a blade to their throats. Saber hated this crap. Not only were the Sages unfit to do their own work but they were putting others at risk simply to achieve their own goals. Saber had gone through it all before and even now, he was continuing to search the land for answers. He did not mind that, as searching for answers was one thing. But this? This was incompetence.

As he checked the area, Saber sighted a number of monsters spread out across the zone. Supposedly he was to do this with three others; the Dwarf Tobin, some other female Dwarf, and another man however he had gone ahead for this exact reason. Saber was annoyed and brimming with rage. Usually during transport from one location to the next, people within parties performed small talk. People asked questions of their peers and tried to solidify relationships, or they talked in order to answer questions that they had about the objective or the world in general. Saber wasn’t exactly a person who enjoyed that banter. If he was coming along for a job, he would rather be silent and just do it. Ninety percent of the time, Saber wasn’t even in the parties because he wanted to be but because he had to be; client orders or quest restrictions were the usual reasons. In both cases, Saber kept his distance. But this time around, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to interact with his peers. It was because it wasn’t safe to. If he stayed with them right now, he was sure to kill one of them.

In order to keep that from happening, Saber elected to go ahead of them. At least this way Saber had some time to himself and had a wide open field to play with without being disturbed. Monsters lurked and animals grazed, and not a single other Adventurer was in sight. Saber huffed and rose to his feet, drawing his two black short-swords from their resting places on his waist. In the time it would take for the others to catch up, Saber would clear out the zone of every living thing he saw. Without the divining rod, he couldn’t find the pieces of the tablet. So, he would make things easy; he’d make sure that there would be no reason to pause or hesitate when the others arrived. They would be able to walk in and simply begin searching without worrying about monsters. Why? Because the monsters in the area would already have their internals gouged out.

“This is why I contemplate murder…” Saber spat and then physically spit on the ground, his mouth rising above his scarf for just a moment before he tucked it back underneath the cloth. The Assassin rumbled and then got to work. His feet kicked off the ground and he vanished. The sounds of blades slashing through flesh and cries of agony echoed out into the space; heads will roll…

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[Tobin]

(OOC: Now something completely different. @dorian, Dr. Ultima, Saber

WC: 623

A small band of adventurers travelled along the river themes. Rather surprisingly today was a rather quiet uneventful day aside from two things, the unerring silence and the relentless, barely eliable dialog used to fill that void.

"Well, ya knuw as they say 'bout these big fellas, ya first time glarin' up at an Alpha mob? It's quita sight 'n' old stonie was one of ta biggess I've evar seen. Tall as a house 'n' built like one he was so flattenin' a party of adventures was well within et's capabilties, so when our party battled 'im we had ta improvise."

The dwarf nodded knowingly as his hands were tucked behind his back nonchalantly, after all the subject of what he spoke he knew intimately, that of himself. By this point he had probably cycled through five stories by this point, having felt a sudden "obligation" to impact his 'knowledge' on those less experienced. The audience’s captivation status; irrelevant.

"So caer threw me with one great hurl of strength ‘n’ sent meh toward ta beast's face 'n' I hammar’d it’s eye inta dust. Aye yes, et were beautiful. From thur’ we had ta advantage ‘is attack’s gorged ata earth widf blows so heaveh tha’ the ground trembled lik’ yelly and it’s ‘and’s cut ta earth lik’ ya would ice cream. Took ‘bout 5 owers of ‘ard fightin’ ‘n’ hammerin’ ta weaken et ‘nough ta finish it, we knew tha’ the time ‘ad come when it curled up ‘n’ started glowin’. Lookin’ ta deny the kill. So wha’ cha think happened then? Hmmm?”

The Dwarf paused for breath as he cast his lazy gaze across the land. For perhaps the fourth time on this uneventful journey he had allowed his mind to drift on the lack of hostile mobs, only to remind himself for as many times that the assassin was out there. Tobin chuckled. A golden coin entered the palm of his hand that, with a flick of the wrist, promptly danced into a river of its own.

A lack of bodies after death really made assassins something quite terrifying in these lands.

Despite being a bit of a bore simple escort duty like this had its own appeal. No danger, no complications. It was good to kick back let someone else take the hard job for change, @drultima couldn’t wait to remove the scanning device from his procession. Good. Left more time to get to know new faces, or at the very least they got to know him all too well.

“Heh, ya wouldn’t believ’ et if ya saw it, but in the end me ‘n’ Hirosame went fa oar last resort ‘n’ onion punched ‘im up ta tha’ sky so tha’ et became ‘is own moon fa a little bit. Just ta be sure, I bound up aftar ‘im and stuck ta it with magnet grip ‘n’, with the last oaf my strength I drove et down ta the earth with a suplex, Divin’ ta bastard inta tha’ ground lik’a tombtone PILE DRIVAR. Thur’ he lays taday, scattered pillars oaf stone is all remains oaf ta terror of Serum frontier. Silent fa the first tim’ in twenteh years.”

The Dwarf twisted the coin into a glowing orb that encased his hand. The storytime for now, concluded. At least until bored enough to begin again. Sure, he might have lied about the a few details, instead of actually dying like a man it simply exploded and Dwarf might have been the one on the receiving end of the blast. But then, that didn’t make for a good story.

“If eithar hav’ a tale, go ‘ead, though gotta say, ultima has ya scouter picked up aneh resonance readin’s yet? Don’t hav’ ta be ‘igh enough ta crush it.”

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And to think, you thought I was annoying. The Shikigami had continually voiced is irritation at the male dwarf's incessant babbling, the stories he kept repeating throughout the trip becoming more and more outlandish. It didn't help that his accent seemed to muddy a few of his words, making it hard to find any difference between fiction and fact in what he was saying. Dorian was able to control himself and Skrowe, rubbing at the back of his neck idly to keep the chibi scarecrow quiet while he silently listened to what Tobin had to say. "I see," he kept mumbling after each pause, nodding his head and raising his eyebrows every so often to show he was still interested and involved in the conversation. In all seriousness, the stories were quite riveting, despite the rather off-putting telling of them; the last one pertaining towards a raging battle between a group of Adventurers and an 'Alpha Mob'. Intriguing.

As the stories went on, Dorian couldn't help but notice that the area was blank and empty, except for a few straggling groups of monsters that seemed to slowly respawn, or had been missed altogether by whatever onslaught had come through earlier. Judging by the experience he had 'enjoyed' back at the Sage's manor, he assumed it was the stranger who had cleared the way, the Assassin known as Saber. A dark fellow, and one that the Shaman would have preferred to avoid at this time; the Assassin's aura was not a healthy one, to others around him, let alone himself. Thankfully, the few other groups of Adventurers that were around seemed to have grabbed the straggling mobs' attentions, leaving the three of them - namely Tobin, Ultima and himself - to take the chance out of their relaxing journey to find the pieces of the tablet left behind. Turning his head slightly, the Shaman looked over at the female dwarf who now possessed the divining rod, Tobin asking whether she had detected anything from it.

With the two dwarfs communicating with one another, Dorian was left to his own thoughts, thinking back on all that had gone on. The Messier Sages were an interesting group, and it seemed they were a fragile one at that; stuck looking into long forgotten histories without the strength behind Adventurers aiding them. Perhaps that is why they had to confide in the lone, individualist Adventurers that roamed Londinium; whenever the original Alvs were involved, disastrous things were afoot, and that meant any help was good. The Sages, though mystical and knowledgeable, were Landers, through and through - who could blame them for being scared, when they could not live forever as the Adventurers themselves did. Sure, they may seem like they are using people for their own purposes, but so would any, given the choice of death or life. The Shaman shook his head, pulling himself back from his thoughts and returning to the task at hand.

Turning back to Ultima, he gave her a soft smile, shifting himself to walk beside her as she undoubtedly held out the diving rod, keeping an eye on it for any sign of detection. As they walked, Dorian seemed to situate himself between the two dwarfs, walking with them either side of him as he began to speak his mind. "Do... what do you guys think of all this, anyway? These Messier Sages, the ancient broken tablet... Seems akin to a dream to me, but then, how could we all be having the same dream?" He chuckled softly, remembering clichés from before the Catastrophe; perhaps this was all an elaborate and long-winded nightmare they were stuck in, but Dorian was certain of one thing; they were needed, whether they liked it or not. "I don't suppose you guys know what we're up against here? From the way those Sages were talking, it seemed like this was a rather urgent request... Like there's something waiting for us at the end of this." A dreadful idea to think about...

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Notes: As this is directly after the last thread, I'm going to assume Dorian is still his level 1 self.
Words: 666
Tags: Tobin Dr. Ultima Saber