Ulanor/Legend of the Marked Ones

[Lady Foxy]

Kaythleen made her way stealthily and knowingly around the rooftops, being at home with so much free space to hide and run into. She ducked down and over-viewed the gates of the city, seeing the large groups of merchants coming in and out at a frequent pace, not forgetting the people as well. ''I could leave, but where..'' The wondering Kaythleen thought, looking around to see if there were any nearby horses or carriages, anything by the like. Horses preferably, as she wouldn't need to do a lot of work.

[Gorbaz]

"Well. That much seems fairly obvious" Mayleen replied to the bird as she stretched her limbs, losening up her muscles. Blending in would probably be the order of the day, and she had yet to find out what the locals wore - or even if they looked like her. It would involve some experimentation, or just kinapping someone and stealing their clothes.

"Come on then, birdie. Let's go find some lost children, shall we" she stated simply as she stepped outside of the building she was in and looked around, taking the archetecture and people in. First things first. Blend in, then find those other marked ones. And, for that, she'd need to find someone about her size and shape who is willing to lend their clothes out

[Zender_Solarheart]

"You're good, bub." Alcor mutters through his malicious smile. "You're really good!" he adds while rolling backwards to evade the horizontal slash. Sig's swipes with that blade might be missing, but he can see the skill and finesse in those motions. He's also maintaining that finesse despite the emotions showing through his expressions and efforts. At first, Al's intent was simply to draw out the fight and get all the fun out of Sig that he could...but now, he's debating whether to kill him at all...

"You're the best fight I've had in ages, bucko! I might let you live, just so we can do this again sometime! WOO!" Alcor exclaims, making his enjoyment of the battle very clear.

[RavenLord]

Ala's Farm-First Group

Razajin steps forward with intent on taking Clife hostage, but Sig's crossblade forces him to stop. He cant dodge it, but he parries it to side easly. But by parrying it, he loses his chance as Clife manages to rise on her feet again, though little bit weak and shaky.

Sig meanwhile also loses his chance to counterattack, though he tries to swipe Alcor gets out of his range easly by rolling backwards.

Meanwhile Astrid can see a group of militia leaving city and heading their way. Well, its not maybe your duty, but it is stopping you and them from making something usefull, wasting your time and causing you trouble. As a third party, you should try, or otherwise, you may fail this mission. voice replies to her.

[MiscChaos]

When Razajin has to stop to block a blade from Sig, Clife takes advantage and rolls back and onto her feet, though it feels like she shouldn't with how weak and out of breath she still feels. "I owe ya." she calls to Sig breathlessly. It'd be stupid, suicidal even to attack Razajin when out of breath like this, so she focuses on defending herself, continuing to move out of his easy reach and keep her guard up while catching her breath.

[Zender_Solarheart]

Alcor's about to taunt Sig once more, but out of the corner of his eye, he spots the militia. "Aww man, fuggin' lawmen ruin everything." He can tell that between them, Sig, and the other do-gooders nearby, he's ill-prepared to fight all of them off. Besides, if he removes too many folks from the gene pool, that's less victims to have fun with later; even Al knows how to plan ahead. He turns back to Sig, and says: "Well bub, guess this party's over. Keep yourself alive, though; you go dying with those fun skills of yours, and I'll have to fish you out of Hell."

With that said, Alcor makes a break for the nearest horse he can jack from the farmers, back-handing any farmhands in range with his Force Gauntlet to make them move aside. He also sends a warning to Razajin: "Hey Raz, militia's crashing our party. How's about we just take these things and go?"

[Reaver]

Razajin scowls at Dax quickly. "I agree Alcor this fight is dragging on too long. We need to grab some horses and spread the love and joy of our swords somewhere else." He half-heartily swings his sword at Clife before disengaging from the fight and starting to run towards the closest horse. Before he jumps on it her turns to Dax and snaps his fingers in his direction. "Oh Mugan Ra I ask you to bless me with the gift to direct your shadow flames onto this pagan asshole." (=ignite)

[daxtinator396]

"Next time we meet Alcor I won`t let you off with a scratch. But. You are a worthy opponent as much as I hate to admit it." Sig says with a grimace before running to Clife to see if she`s alright,"Miss are you alright? Maybe you should heal yourself. I saw you do that before." He says stand in front of her protectively.

[Reapergod36]

Azshara coos in her mind and out loud. As she hears what the mistress plans. "What do you wish of me now mistress? Oh, I forgot. I have to repay my imp for his aid in apologizing to you."

(Just making sure you don't forget this because its the last post on the page before.

[RavenLord]

Ala's Farm-First Group

Alcor targets the horse which the younger farmhand was tending to. It is saddeled, making it a good choice. Young farmhand tries to stop him, but a force gauntlet agumented backhand send him flying to side.

Razajin is not so lucky. His ignite fails, as he has exhausted his reserves and as he makes way for the stable, older farmhand moves into stop him.

Ayla's Bedchamber-Azshara

Also you still have a mission, given to you from Keeper. Dont dissappoint me. Dark Mistress tells Azshara then leaves her mind.

Southern Gate-Kaythleen

There isnt any shortage for horses or carriages. Most of merchants carry their goods on horses, camels and carriages. Though there isnt an oppurtunity the steal any of them.

Memphis-Mayleen

Bird flies onto Mayleen shoulder though does not respond. When Mayleen leaves the tavern, it's already afternoon. There are people around. Merchants returning to their works or leaving for lunchtime, Guards patroolling the city, a couple of priests walking towards marketplace.

[Reaver]

Razajin growls at the farmhand and raises his sword in a battle stance. "Are you so eager to meet you god? Very well let me send you to him." Razajin starts charging at him, but not at full speed because he's curious to see what the guy might do. When he closes the distance he attempts to put all his strength behind his sword and impale the dumb/crazy/superhuman farmhand.

[MiscChaos]

Clife waves Sig off. "I'm fine. Just winded." she says. She can't exactly snark the guy who prevented her from becoming a hostage and not expect her conscience to come at her with a vengeance. "What about you?" she asks before she bows her head and chants, "Oh, white lady, please heal this vessel so it can continue on its quest." to heal (=heal) the cut Razajin interrupted her from earlier. She wants to stop him from cutting down the farmhand, but she's not in a good enough condition to do it and has no intention of trading her life for his.

'I need to grow stronger' she thinks, not for the first time in her life.

[daxtinator396]

"Great Huntress let this shot ring true!" He called hurling his crossblade at Raza`s sword hand, trying to deflect it and make him miss the stablemen,"Jeeze just leave them alone! (=trueshot)

[Reapergod36]

And with that Azshara would pet the priestess a bit more. Then set out to make her way back to her marked one comrades. But first, along the way. She would try to find an inn that wasn't so influenced by the holyness of the old priestess. At which she satisfy her deal with her imp minion. Although, she wasn't able to find one as such. So she would simply find a clearing in some dark woods. "Ok demon, time to repay our little debt..."

[napsii]

Astrid sniffed, rising to her feet and taking her greatsword in both hands. The blade glinted under the sun. It almost seemed to agree with the disembodied voice. She cast a sidelong glance at the incoming militia, their silhouettes visible just faintly through the smoky haze of the desert. It occurred to her that, Marked or not, there was little excuse to screw around like this for a mere horse.

They're going to cause me so much trouble... she sighed, and proceeded forward with her weapon rested on her shoulder.

Fine. she agreed tersely to the voice, picking up speed. Razajin or whatever his name was appeared to be distracted pointlessly murdering some farmhand, so she figured the other guy, Alcor, was a good choice.

It was just a few seconds later she was behind him, seeming unwilling to get involved in the fight as her sword was still cast over her shoulder lazily, but...

"No. Get the fuck back here." she sighed bitterly, throwing her free hand out to seize him by his arm with an unnatural strength. It was from there she pulled him back toward her, sticking out a leg to trip him to the floor in a rather confident move where, assuming it floored him, he wouldn't have much to say to as she'd follow up with a timely hook the face with her free hand, the other on her blade.

This guy feels like he's made of foam. she thought as she took hold of him.

As she attacked, she thought about the others as well.

So do the rest of these guys, probably...but maybe it's the personality. They all look...glued to one end of a moral spectrum. she hummed inside her head.

[Lady Foxy]

Kaythleen sighed quietly, fuming a bit before shaking her head and deciding to look around some more. ''If I could fly..'' She thought, smiling as she chuckled to herself without making too much noise. However, the mission that had been given long ago for her by the Keeper was not forgotten. That book and the rewards were sure to be hers, of course.

Then, without hesitation she jumped down and landed swiftly on the top of a carriage heading outside the city, ducking down as she tried to stop making any noises while hoping that the carriage would get her somewhere far from the city and closer towards any clue leading towards her goal.

[Gorbaz]

Mayleen shades her eyes from the mid-day sun. She was not used to the sunlight, coming from a subterranian city that was lit entirely by torches, crystals and fungus. With a grumble, she stepped out into the middle of the street and flagged down the first person who came towards her. "Hey! Hey you!" she said waving her hand at the stranger. "I would ask questions of you!"

[RavenLord]

Ala's Farm-First Group

Farmhand isnt superhuman or anything as Razajin susptected, but he seems to have combat experience as he throws himself back to dodge Razajins blow, losing his pitchfork in the process. Razajin's way to stables is now free.

Meanwhile Clife manages to heal herself, though she is severely drained and barely able to hold her eyes open. Sig is exhausted too though he can still fight. For Alcor, it his wounds slowing him down, though he manages to reach the horse, Astrid catches up on him, grabbing him and pulling him back. Militia drawes closer.

Memphis, Outskirts-Kaythleen

So far, Kaythleen tricks works like a charm, the peasent driving the carriage, probably a farmhand who came memphis to sell his harvest, doesnt notice her, and there is some fruits and rations at back though, Kaythleen can be seen if he turns back.

Memphis-Azshara

Ayla reacts to Azshara's touch slightly tough she stays asleep. When Azshara leaves the temple, she remembers that Memphis is a desert city but there are gardens in city, which is pretty large and have tress.

[Reapergod36]

Azshara would leave a note for Ayla saying, "I will always be with you, and care for you."


Tell me Pip, where would be a good spot for me to repay you... You devilish little imp. Azshara thought in a sexy and adoring tone. She was happy to have Pip back. As well as didn't mind pleasing him.

[MiscChaos]

"Phew" Clife gives a little sigh of relief before plopping down on her ass. "'S been a long time since I was this tired." she mutters to herself. She pinches herself a little to keep awake. Now would be a really bad time to give into the sandman's lullaby after all.