<font color=lime>Roderik/Rodie

Roderik took a few moments to ponder the offer, as well as choose his words carefully. "You want me to run an errand for you? what if I enjoy the current arrangements with "Rodie", Of course I have no desire to return to </font><font color=CCCCCC>Reaper</font><font color=lime> as a corpse, as I'm sure you would keep my soul in a bottle, or some other cliche trap as both a warning to others, and to prevent me from being returned to life."

The enraged alter-ego bubbling just below the surface was threatening to break through again, Roderik was winded, and tired from the battle, while Rodie was fresh, rested, and surging against the bonds that held him captive, it was with great effort that Roderik forced him down, and continued speaking to the Mage

"Speak thy task and I'll decide, I shan't go against the plans I've been setting in motion, nor against </font><font color=CCCCCC>Reaper</font><font color=lime> in any form, but then, you knew that," With a smile the bard added, "I also want the candle as a reward for whatever task you set me on, untouched, as it was given to thee."</font>

Vincent Pathfinder 98/98

"<font color=silver> Suit yerself Liam, she is at your mecrcy and I meant no harm, I promise I will no longer help you unless you ask for it</font color=silver> " Vincent said to the turning lycanthorpe with a bit of venum in his voice. Just then the owl man landed and changed form next to Vincent." <font color=red> Do you need any help </font color=red>" was the question asked and all Vincent could do was stare." My mother warned me there would be day's like these" <font color=silver>No, I am fine thank you, the catman may need some help though, he took a pretty good fall and then snarles at me for helping him, so other then me being chided for helping. I am okay, Such is the life of the Rogue, never a proper fit. Well with Larry dead, I think I may find a new place to haunt. By the way, who are you and how are involved in all this.</font color=silver> "After saying this Vincent slightly squared off with the owl man and rested his hands on the pommels of his swords.

<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

"I had previously adventured with Lyulfe and Rong, whom I guess you know, but have not yet had the time to introduce myself, since things happenned no one could foresee. I am Plaxica, once mercenary and sailor, now only adventurer."</font>

<font color="goldenrod">Liam</font>

Liam stopped and sighed, then turned back towards Vincent once again. <font color="goldenrod">"Comrrade, I am sorrry that I offended you,"</font> he said gently to the irate rogue. <font color="goldenrod">"I do not wish to leave us sorre at eachotherr. Please except my appology. If you will accompany me back to the taverrn, I will explain my outburrst. If you arre still angrry with me afterrwarrds, then therre is nothing else I can do."</font>

He paused, shifting Nanashi's weight around a bit. <font color="goldenrod">"Underr norrmal cirrcumstances, I would have been grrateful forr yourr assistance in the fight. Howeverr, arround Larrry, verry few things seem to be norrmal. Now, please, we should discuss this in the taverrn instead of out in the open. Despite his fatal wounds, I do not think Larrry has left us quite yet. He is a verry strrange man, whom the gods seem to have singled out, whetherr with theirr blessing orr theirr currse. Eitherr way, I do not think ourr lives and the worrld will go unaffected by the end of this quest."</font>

Having just spoken the longest speech he ever made in his entire life, the normal calm and quiet Liam again turned towards the tavern, striding slowly and patiently to give the others time to decide whether to follow or not.

ooc- Elif, how does it feel to have a noble appologize to your "lowly" character? ;) :D

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<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

With his partially animal senses Plaxica could detect that there were things which the man with the strange accent was hiding, but decided upon not pressing the issue right now and instead looked at the elf who had knocked the female out.

"I shall scout around the area and meet you back at the inn."

Jumping in the air he shifted into his owl form and started flying around the tavern in widening circles.</font>

OOC: not an in depth examination, just looking to see whether there is something visibly out of the ordinary.

<font color="darkseagreen">Lyulfe</font>

Lyulfe could feel himself floating, surrounded by what felt like the sea. A sea of azure and violet light. He felt so calm, but so tired... His weariness began to drag him closer to the bottom of the well of light, the colours becoming darker shades of purple and blue... He raised his eyes slightly to look at the surface so far above, his blurring vision watching with disinterest the humans and creatures scuttling about their business all over the world.

<font color="skyblue">Lyulfe...</font> a sweet voice called to him, a note of worry in its tone. Lyulfe sighed in response, unable to form words. <font color="skyblue">Lyulfe... it is not your time to go... you are still needed... you promised to return...</font> the voice chastised sadly. He attempted to raise an arm in response, but found he was too heavy to move. He was slightly surprised that he was now in his true form, but it seemed to make sense in this strange place, somehow...

<font color="skyblue">Please return...</font> was the last plaintive cry he heard before the darkening colours enveloped him.

Rong feels a sudden unexplained chill pass through her.

Vincent Pathfinder

"<font color=silver>Well Met Plaxica, I barely know the two you spoke of, although the girl does seem a bit of a spit fire. Liam, no need to apologise, I am sure you have youre reasons. I reckon I should see if inded Silverfall still stands, if he does he is very fortunate or the assassin is a complete idiot. Either it's a win for our team. </font color=silver>" Watching Plaxica change back into a bird and go off to scout, he decided to follow Liam back to the tavern.


ooc: Does a happy dance :D His mom was never one to talk about her lineage, but youre not the only royal blood, hehe

<font color=aqua>Larry, in response to Mistral's visitation:

"..."

"...!!!..."

"..M...i...Mist...tral...."

The man that had cheated death with the help of a particular odd friend and a love that spanned across dimensions finally sat up from his deathbed and shouted,

"Mistral! I will fi...."

In the excitement of awakening and having heard his dear wife's voice so close, Larry did not realize that he had been laying in a bed and when he reached out to grab at the air, he ended up falling out of the bed, landing near the fallen Lyulfe.

"Lyulfe? ...hey...er...you alright?"

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OOC>>>PM me what I see or whatever.

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<font color=steelblue>Shadow Bad Guy

The Mage was about to respond to the silver-tongued Roderik when something in the tower went very wrong. The whole place was in silent alert, but Roderik would not have known how to read the screams of the shadows. But the Mage did.

"Bind him until I return. Do not let him escape."

Then the Mage vanished with a puff.

What he left behind to deal with Roderik was not a trade-off that could be considered any better than the Mage himself. Two of the infamous shadow giants stood in the tall room, their hulky forms looming over the poor little human with a look of hatred burning in their eyes. More than likely, the only thing keeping them from killing him now was a direct order not to from the boss, but they also were told not to let him escape, so there they stood, ready to pounce on the little man with only the slightest provocation.


Into the throneroom he appeared, where his zu-zu zombie already had her form trained in his sights, his bow at the ready to fire with a command.

The mage saw the irony in this and smiled at his unwelcome guest, teasing her as was his custom.

"Grey! Fire at will."

An arrow was already streaming its way toward the druid's throat, another alrady in the bowstring and nearly ready to follow.</font>

OOC>>>Tao...boo-yah!

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<font color=skyblue>She anticipated something... although what she did not know, and she rolled as she was thrown from the portal intothe throne room of the Shadow Mage..

As she came to a stop, she stomped both paws on the ground, and a silvery blue circle of fire surrounded her, as she looked up... the arrow caught on fire and fell to the ground...

"Do not be so bold as to think, that your mere arrow can kill me, you should know better than that, or to say, your Master should know better..."

She glares around and shifts back to human form, her staff blazing against the shadows, as she looks around, and getting her bearings....</font>

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<font color=steelblue>The Mage

He stared down at his opponent...one of only a few people that held as much power as he did on these forums. He realized that her barrier of flames were too powerful to strike at directly, so decided to play a defencive move himself, and so stretched out his arms and pulled the darkness of the room around him like a great robe in which to hide in. The darkness willingly pulled away from the corners of the room and enveloped the Mage, though his fierce eyes were still visible through the murky gloom.

"It is not usual that I receive guests in my home, Lady Tao. I assume you are here on Larry's account, but you will not stop me from doing as I see fit. I have already proven to you that I can strike him down even in your presence. What more proof do you need to know that I am the more powerful?"</font>

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<font color=aqua>Larry2/13

Larry watched for and was given the assurity that Lyulfe was alive, but his slow breathing was indicating that he was not healthy. His skin looked all scaly-like and his coloration was off. What was he? Larry assumed then that it did not matter what secrets this one held, for it was obvious that he had helped Larry recover from the stab he had received and now was paying the price for his service. It must have drained him of his own strength to help me, he thought.

He felt at his wound, and disovered that it had closed up into a scar, but his energy was all but gone. he needed additional healing to recover, and with his current status, there would be no way to carry Lyulfe back to the others. He could barely walk himself. However, he had to try, and so he stumbled over to the door and opened it, calling out doen the hallway for help.

"Help! We need a healer in here fast!</font>

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<font color=orchid>Rong

A sudden chill passed through Rong's body like an icy shard. She shuddered and wrapped her arms about her body. She was standing with Silt, and trying to figure out what had happened to Larry. She had not even seen where Lyulfe had gone to.

"Come on, Silt...let's try to get some order back from all this chaos."

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