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| Mira Darkmoon | 1 Oct 2008, 03:08 PM Post #1 |
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Darkmoon was pacing, thinking of a way to get out of her cell. The king had been smart enough to separate the four of them, she'd give him that. However he hadn't been smart enough to bind their powers. Not smart. She could still get out of the cell, the problem was once she was out she'd have trouble unless...Unless she changed forms. Then they'd be looking for a woman and not a stray black cat. She smiles at this and watches the guard. It was simple, a little too simple actually. She'd have to test the bars and see if they were spelled. She walks slowly towards the bars and puts her hand on it. She quickly jumps back and looks at her hand. She felt as if she'd just stuck her hand in a fire. She hisses and heads to the back of her cell, into the shadows. Hiding. Darkmoon hated fire except when it was needed. "There goes that one...." she mutters and brightens. She'd touched the bars, she hadn't seen what would happen to her hand between them. She decides to go with a different approach, she didn't want to burn herself again. She looks around and finds a pebble and decides it'll have to work. She tosses it through and nothing happens. She grins at this. This could work, she'd just have to wait until the right time and drug the guards. She smirks at this and closes her eyes. She'd wait. If there was one thing she was good at, Darkmoon was good at waiting. |
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| Volcove | 1 Oct 2008, 08:07 PM Post #2 |
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Arc Honist walked over to the guards who were guarding the castle gates, "Arc Honist, I have a message for Lord Runic." The guards nodded, and bowed respectfully to Arc Honist. Nodding to them, they stood up and closed the gates behind him, he walked slightly forward, at a slow pace, "Darkmoon..." Reaching the King's Chambers, he grinned as he walked through the doors, the king burst out from his throne, "Ah, Arc! You came at the perfect time!" Smiling, Runic led Arc to the Mess Hall, "Yes, I have a special job for you, I want you to move over the witches to show them what life of pain and torture would feel like, they have disgraced my rule, and I want them out!" Arc nodded towards the King, "Sure, my old friend," Arc's mission was turning out to be too easy for what he had thought it was. "Tell the guards to let her go with you, but first, I want you to have dinner here, it would be nice to catch up with your, Arc," the King said, as he lead Arc to the Royal Table, all the commotion, and laughter ceased as Runic took a seat, "Ladies, and Gents, I hereby present my good friend, and the Royal Dragon Slayer, Arc Honist!" Clapping ensued, all the people at the Royal Table took a seat, including Arc Honist, and Runic exclaimed to everyone in the hall, "Let the feast begin!" Everyone on each table started getting food, slowly, and filling up their plates as they shared old stories with their old friends at the diner. "Now, Arc, what have you been up to? I haven't seen you in seven years!" Runic inquired. "Ah, well, you know, the regular Bounty Hunting, and you could say the women gave me a few distractions and delays to see you, my old friend," Arc said. "Hmm, I see, first, let us eat, for I am starving, we can start the pleasantries now, and finish the story sharing later!" Runic said as he took an apple from the platter on front of him and took a bite in it, flushing it down with a drink of ale in silver glassware. |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 2 Oct 2008, 02:50 AM Post #3 |
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Darkmoon hisses at the guard, who had figured her fear of fire only a few moments ago. "I am going to kill you when I get out of this." She mutters and winces, her jaw hurting from when the king had hit her. Her and her big mouth. "I rephrase that, I'm going to kill you and you're ass of a king." She mutters before jumping back as the torch comes a little too close for her comfort. "Like that will ever happen, little lady. Wait lady doesn't even suit you. Wench does. Yes that suits you much better." He laughs at her until he ends up soaked, the torch put out as well. Darkmoon was grinning. "Sorry, what was that?" She says after a moment, moving closer to the bars of her cell, swinging her hips. Darkmoon was dangerously angry. "I didn't quite hear you, what did you call me guard?" She says, her voice dangerously low. She was pissed and he knew it. "N-nothing my lady." He says after a moment. "That's what I thought." She says turning her back on him and going back to her shadowed corner and turns into a cat. She'd learned already that trying to escape in that form wasn't going to work. She'd almost been burned alive and besides he already knew her cat form. Every witch had an animal form, her's just happened to be a black cat. She curls up in the corner and glares at the guard from there. Of all the stupid things to be thrown down here for, not giving our first name was his excuse. How utterly stupid. she thinks to herself, hissing at the guard. Edited by Mira Darkmoon, 2 Oct 2008, 01:39 PM.
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| Volcove | 8 Oct 2008, 01:33 PM Post #4 |
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Arc Honist had finished dining with the king, making sure that he would not forget, he had been keeping it on his mind. Turning to the king, Arc Honist questioned, "Where is this witch you say?" The king made a face, "I may have a good use for her, and she may help us in our troubles," Arc finished. Runic smiled, and noted, "You do seem a bit impatient! I am sure there is a good reason for that, I heard your Kingdom has given you a test for the throne, and does it have anything to do with this witch?" Arc nodded, and continued, as he lead the king outside of the mess hall, the noise was unbearable in there, "You see, I have to be able to bring her, in silence, and be able to sustain the curses she throws at me, until we roast her in the kingdom, you know very well we too, despise witches," Arc was a good liar, and Runic smirked happily at the thought. They walked out to the courtyard, sharing stories with each other, until it was time for him to be on his mission and bring Darkmoon to safety, he certainly met her before, and he did have the itch to see her now. Runic lead Arc towards the treasure room, "Arc, you are a great and valuable friend of mine, and I must give you this pendant, it is said to be an enchantment for the dragon kin." Arc nodded slightly, "As for the witch?" Runic smirked, "Go and take her, the guards will allow you, they are fond of your stories, Arc." Arc beamed, "Glad to know that I'm still spoken of!" Runic laughed, "Thanks to me, of course." Arc laughed in return, it was good to share old stories, but now, it was serious business as Runic lead Arc towards the dungeon. |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 9 Oct 2008, 12:49 AM Post #5 |
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Darkmoon's anger had gotten the better of her, as it tended to do every once and a while. The new guard wasn't making it any better. He either was on a suicide mission or didn't know the guard that had been in there earlier had died from poison. Who knows how that happened. "You stupid bastard! I swear when I get out of here you are dead. All of you!" She hisses, standing as close to the bars as she dared. The guard was laughing at her. "I'll save you for last, you impenitent ass!" She hisses, her hair flying behind her. Witches were known for their theatrics. "Sure I will, sure I will." The guard says with little concern. She glares at him, hissing. |
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| Volcove | 11 Oct 2008, 02:19 PM Post #6 |
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The walk was silent, Runic seemed so glad and all, but Arc kept a slightly smiling face so the King would not get suspicious. Reaching the dungeon, Runic left Arc to his duties and went for his chamber. The guard saluted when Arc had reached the chamber of Darkmoon. Arc nodded to the guard and whispered, "I need some string." The guard hesitated and asked, "Sir, will you be alright here? They say that witch is dangerous!" Arc smirked and created a ball of fire on his palm to show his point. The guard nodded and left to find some string. The dungeon was softly lit, the flaming torches would flare every minute or so, giving the dark cell a soft flash. The walls were made of old brick, which were painted gray. There was a wooden table which had a candle on it, on the table was a scroll, written on the scroll was a list of the new guards. Arc disregarded the information as unimportant. Taking short steps towards the cell, he smiled and said, "Darkmoon, I am here." |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 15 Oct 2008, 02:26 PM Post #7 |
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Darkmoon turns, slowly, towards the sound of his voice. A very familiar voice. The frown on her face is slowly replaced by a smile. "Arc, to what do I owe the pleasure of you visiting me? It is you isn't it? I haven't completely lost it yet?" She says, watching him carefully. She walks closer to the bars, hands on her hips now. "Apparently that damn King doesn't like me. His given reasons for putting me in here is laughable. For being a witch, refusing to give any name but Darkmoon and for talking back at him." She says with a grin. She winces at that. The bruise on her face was visible, but only if she stood in the light. She stood in the shadows still, her face was all in shadow. |
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| Volcove | 15 Oct 2008, 02:53 PM Post #8 |
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Arc beamed, "Glad to see you're still alive then!" Arc was flipping a gold coin as Darkmoon explained her situation, well, it was pretty much what Runic had explained to him. The Knight smirked, "That seems like reasonable explanations don't it?" Arc heard the faint knocking of the guard, "Sir, I have what you ordered," Arc paused, then replied, "Enter, at once." The guard entered holding the string. Bringing the string up to eye-level, the guard put it directly on front of his eye, the end of the string reaching his lips, and the top of it, resting at his hands near his hair. "Sir, there is some sort of defect of this string, I can't seem to see it, I apologize," Arc nodded grimly and smirked, "Then your eyes are of no use!" The invisible string set aflame, burning the guard's eyes and muffling his speech as his tongue went dry at the touch of the crimson flames, his hair was burning as he desperately tried to run blindly, the guard hit the granite wall and fell back, unconscious, and about to die. Arc smiled and set the cell bars aflame, "These bars are made of enchanted brick, they are a illusion as when one touches it, it sizzles, but it breaks to it's own element." The cell bars melted slightly and dissipated into the dark air of the dungeon, holding out a hand, he bowed, "Leaving, mi'lady?" |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 15 Oct 2008, 03:27 PM Post #9 |
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"I have no more reason to stay." Darkmoon says as she walks towards him into the light. "Now I must ask what brings you here, Arc? Last I heard you were back home. What is with the change in plans my dear?" She says as she walks closer to him. She looks around before spotting her weapons. "Ah, stupid knights. The put them in the back. Tsk." She says as she grabs her staff, daggers and bow. She hides each of the weapons where she'd had them before. The king had searched her thoroughly, more then needed. Her eyes go back to Arc, a small smile appears on her lips at this. "It's been a while since I've seen you, hasn't it? Quite a few years if I remember correctly." Darkmoon says with a giggle. |
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| Volcove | 15 Oct 2008, 03:54 PM Post #10 |
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"Well, I'm pretty much attached to you already," Arc grinned, "So, I decided to save you." Arc smirked as he created an explosion of flame which created a large whole in the granite wall which led to the small clearing into the direct center of the forest. The knight grinned, the giggle of Darkmoon was something he had forgotten, it brought back old memories, and it has been years since he had last heard a giggle, or even a laugh. Dragonix took life too seriously sometimes. Arc smiled and asked, "Can you fly? Or will I carry you?" |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 16 Oct 2008, 04:16 AM Post #11 |
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"Dear, when was the last time I flew? I do not fly anymore. I renounced it, remember? It was that or my head. I was quite attached to my head at the time. Still am." She says walking up to him and placing her hand on his. "But I doubt you see that as a problem, hm?" She says with a small grin. She was a bit unnerved by the use of fire but she didn't show it. It was a known fact she'd almost died by the stake in Kuran some years back when she'd been an evil witch still. A sad fact in the lest. "So that means You'll be carrying a witch. That doesn't bother you, does it?" She says. She turns her face away from him in pain. "Damn that king. I'll kill him later..." She mutters as her jaw starts to hurt. The bruise was more painful now. She'd thought it would have gone away, the pain anyway. |
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| Volcove | 16 Oct 2008, 03:42 PM Post #12 |
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"Alas, I have forgotten the past, time has been unbearable once immortal," Arc grinned. Muttering something of ancient language, Arc glowed for a split second and giant dragon wings burst out from his armor. The tough impenetrable armor of the Dragonix send pain into his wings, but it was not something that wasn't normal, pain was a sort of daily routine for everyone nowadays. The cracks that the the dragon wings made in the armor rejuvenated itself in a matter of seconds and filled up the gaps. Arc smirked and asked, "Where to?" |
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