A Bounty Hunter is being Hunted [Open]

[Selegon Merith]

The Month of Kalendryas in the Season of Autumn, of Era II of the Celestine Mandate (Current Pattern) Era XI Post Fractum in the Age of the Darkening, the Mageocracy of Julos the Mad.
Paradigm Shift: The Feeble Pox is cured.

The night was still young and the moonlight lit up Selegon's camp. Selegon had made a fire to keep himself warm as the stars above. Selegon begun to daze off to the world of dreams. He heard a arrow hit a tree where he was sitting. He stood up quckly whith bow and arrow in hand. He looked at the arrow in the tree, there was a not attached. It reads,

To whom may read this,

I am a retired Bounty Hunter, and I have noticed that you too follow the great ways of hunting men. I am massing a group of hunters to search for a old enemy of mine. I would do it myself...but why? You could do it for me, and I pay good. There is no other option, if you do not, then you too will be hunted...do It...or else...

Lathive 'Sting' Sil'tine, Retired Bounty Hunter

Selegon lifted his head from reading it and got a little heated. He crumpled it up and tossed into his fire. "Looks like they might hunt me. A Bounty Hunter is being Hunted." He sat down again and put his hankerchief over his nose and mouth and threw his hood up and fell asleep. He woke up when the sun shone threw the forest of light's trees. He woke up to his whole camp leveled and he was not hurt, he didn't even know. He found a note in his front pocket it reads,

Mr. Selegon Merith of Ethgan'tor. You have now elected pain as your final option. My Bountys are now your enemies, I wish you the best of luck in your defence. You passed up a good thing...Some Bounty...

Best of Luck, Sting

Selegon crumbles it up and throws it at the ground. He departs from his ruined camp. He was walking with high senistivity. He did not even make a sound, but someone did. Selegon heard a whistle come from behind him. The fog was already think in the area when the whistle came. Selegon drew his bow and one arrow."Now I know why they call him 'Sting'" Said Selegon. He could hear footsteps comming at him really quick. By the time he could see what it was, it took him down. Selegon launched it away from him. "A white wolf?" Selegon said with confusion. He drew sword and ran back word while fighting the wolf, he slipped away from the wolfs sent. He came up behind the wolfs master and slit his throt and faded to the wolf. He calmed the wolf with his Ranger ways. He made freinds with this wolf. "I like you, I'll call you, WhiteFear." Selegon and WhiteFear wiated for the sun clearance.

[Adder]

The sun was slow in burning away the mist and fog that had come down so suddenly. The wolf shifted and laid down, not seeming to care about the sudden change in ownership. This might indicate that it had not felt any loyalty to its previous owner or perhaps that it might not feel any to the one that it currently was with.

Slowly the details became clearer around them and then suddenly the sun seemed to gain the upper edge for beams of light penetrated through and the last vestiges of the mist cleared, revealing the remains of his camp and yet there was no sign of a body, it was gone as surely as the mist.

[Selegon Merith]

Selegon looked on and shook his head and said, "All because a bounty hunter has a enemy he wants dead, he tries to kill me? Well WhiteFear, thats what he will do, try." Selegon petted WhiteFear. Selegon could tell WhiteFear does not totally trust Selegon, but he doesn't trust him either yet. Selegon began picking up the wood and scraps of his camp. The sun was beaming down and creating great ammounts of heat. The mists were gone and the sweat was running down Selegon hair. One strand of his hair dropped one drop of sweat as it hit the ground WhiteFear's ears went up and he jumped to his legs. WhiteFear began smelling the air with his nose. Selegon looks over at him and stares. WhiteFear began to walk into the forest more. Selegon followed, then to Selegon began to smell the sweet smell of ripe fruit. They still walked to try to find the tree. WhiteFear began picking up speed, he was running fast now, Selegon too tried to keep up. The came to a clearing surroned by tree and in the middle of the clearing stood a large tree with orange fruit hanging from it. WhiteFear sniffed one of them on the ground and ate it. Selegon picked one up and ate it. The fruit juice shot into his mouth and he made a sour face. "Good, eh WhiteFear?" Selegon petted him again. Selegon seen a path behind the tree he followed it and WhiteFear followed him.

[Adder]

The forest was close around the tree, it was one of those wilder parts of the forest where it resented outsiders, even those of the elven city. The pact that had been made between elf and forest allowed the elves a great deal of freedom compared to other strangers who might attempt to enter the forest, yet still the forest resented the two legged ones, not really understanding that there were different races and considering them all axe wielding tree murderers if they thought they could get away with it.

The trail behind the tree seemed to have been a game trail, perhaps a route in for the fruit that the strange wolf seemed to enjoy. The trail led down a slope and the undergrowth on either side was tall and thorny, spiked briars that reached out to catch the elfs clothing as he moved with caution down the trail. Caution? Even a human would sense the resentment of the forest along that trail, a darker, sinister part of the forest indeed.

[Selegon Merith]

WhiteFear still followed Selegon, but even Selegon could tell this part of the woods seemed...Diffrent. Yet, he still had the fealing to carry on the trail. As time went one they discovered nothing diffrent from here then any other part of the woods, untill that very moment WhiteFear stopped and as did Selegon. WhiteFear sniffed a leaf on the ground, it was stained that color of blood. Selegon picked up the leaf and said, "Blood? Could this be animal blood, or the blood of a another?" Selegon heard the sound of voices as he staired at the leaf, the voices were not makable, but he could hear them. He and WhiteFear moved closer to the sound. As the progressed Selegon could make out the sound. There was a valley and Selegon and WhiteFear sat above it and waited. They seen Elves and a couple of Humans and, two Dwarves. The listened,

"Attention my Bounty Hunters. You are here because you have answered my call. There are those who have not, and there are those who have, you all. Now we must begin to hunt. Each of you will have a target. I have a list of people who have turned down this offer, and in which case they are not real bounties. Some of these bounties are or have expirance, some do not. I will hand you the name of your target, then we will talk about my rivals death."

'Sting' handed out peices of paper to all the people. One Human grabed it and said, "...Selegon Merith, Bounty Hunter/Ranger...Easy enough. The all soon departed and Selegon looked at WhiteFear and said, "Great they have a bounty hunting me. Ready for action WhiteFear?" Selegon smiled and petted him.

[Adder]

The wolf looked back at him as he petted and its lip curled to show large white teeth. Maybe he didn't like being petted, maybe he was eager to start their own hunt, hunter becoming hunted, but likely the only way that Selegon would find out which was on the wolfs mind would be if he got bitten.

One thing seemed to be in their favour; 'Sting' whatever his real name was, didn't consider Selegon to be any particular threat. He had allowed his forces to disperse, seeking a multitude of targets, no doubt relying on surprise to acheive his results. Had he targeted his enemies one by one, none of them would have stood a chance, but now Selegon had that chance to take out the one who tracked him.

A human. Confident in his abilities and no doubt experienced. To take him for granted would be a mistake, but first the man had to find Selegon and that wouldn't be so easy. The obvious place to start would be the city, but the man stood a good chance of being arrested if he went there. Still if he arrived at the gate, asking for a citizen of good standing then maybe he would be let through or maybe the guard might remember that Selegon was out in the forest.

A decision was at hand, attempt to track the man though he might be experienced and able to hide his tracks or attempt ambush by guessing his route. The wolf might help with the tracking but could Selegon trust him even if he could make him understand what he wanted?

[Selegon Merith]

Selegon stood at a confusing point. He looked at the Human who had just walked into the woods, and said, "Lets do it." Selegon crept slowly on the forest floors. Moving quick like the elf he was. Still the wolf was leading him right to the Human and they still cannot see him. A possible ambush. Maybe, with the dogs instinc they shoud be able to predict that.

Selegon looked at WhiteFear and thought, "this dog may like me after all, hu must if he helping me." Selegon see a flicker in the the light. It was the armor of the Human he was against. He was standing there looking at a letter and pointing on it. Selegon slowly drew his bow and one arrow. He put the arrow in the middle of his sling and pulls it back. He shot the arrow at the human, then WhiteFear leaped at him and tackled him.

[Adder]

The elf had moved swiftly, catching up the ground he had lost while the group had dispersed and it seemed that the wolf was helping. The glint of armour gave the position away, a good target for a bow, yet the bow required a good deal of practice, something that Selegon hadn't been keeping up on recently and something that he needed to urgently correct if he were to be running around the woods hunting for things that hunted him right back.

The arrow sped true to its target, brushing through leaves on its way. The leaves barely slowed it and yet they gave the arrow a faint tumble so that it no longer flew in a true straight line but now twisted. The target was still the same and it would hit close to where it was aimed and yet the path was altered, the arrow flew askew.

It thumped into the armour that the man wore and yet did not penetrate, but though it failed to penetrate yet still it carried the force of the blow with it and the man was spun aside, paper fluttering from his surprised fingers.

He recovered quickly, death was his craft and he had practiced it for some time now. Surprise was one of his skills and though he was now the receiver instead of the giver he recovered swiftly. Though he had been pushed to one knee, he drew his sword with his right hand, left hand hanging limp and a trickle of blood ran from his left shoulder where the arrow stood, lodged into the armour and point clearly cutting in a little. The man held off the wolf with the point and shouted out into the trees.

I don't know who you are, but you are going to pay for this. Show your face you snivelling coward and I'll show you your insides. His face was red with anger and his voice loud with shock and outrage.

[Malinka Bansudos]

The half therlera crept up quietly behind the man and in a quick movement brought her well seasoned dagger underneath his throat. " Do stop shouting little man. The ones you seek are long gone by now." Which was a lie, her oddly colored eyes scaned the forest underbrush. They were very close now, very close indeed.

[Dark Bomee]

ooc: Malinka, though the point of a game is to have fun, cheating really is not the point of fun to Alleria... This kind of cheating is called bunnying, where you have decided to control to actions and reactions and outcomes of everything, giving Adder no chance to reply and react.

Though we accept peer modding, this is a situation where you've peer modded yourself an advantage, though not something along the lines of a reward or finding a wolf, it is still unacceptable.

An acceptable situation would involve Malinka to start creeping up to the guy and see if she succeeds in her assault. Since it is so hard for me to reply in such a situation for it to be fair, please edit your post.

I know this will be unfair to other PCs because PCs have died for mistakes and aren't given a chance to edit their posts, but I do think you deserve a chance to replay this situation.

[Selegon Merith]

Selegon moved no body part toward him but only spoke. "To kill you must be quicker and smarter then your enemy. In which case you are not. Draw toward me and surely death will be ahold you." Selegon quickly jumped up the bark of a tree. He drew arrow and bow, pointing it directly at the man. "So then tell me, what are you?" Selegon said smiling and looking down at the man behind one eye. The other was aiming the arrow. "...If I let go..." He said to him one last time. "Bounty hunter huh?" Selegon waited to sling the arrow.

[Dark Bomee]

Storytellers and Storyplayers

First, it is important to recognize two roles that players always have in an ongoing story – a Storyteller, who is responsible for directing the plot and leading the other players in the adventure; and, a Storyplayer, who does little controlling of the environment or non player characters throughout the adventure, and is led by the Storyteller. Many times, these roles shift throughout the course of a story – a storyplayer who gains confidence throughout a particular adventure may want to add an unexpected, but appropriate, twist and become the storyteller for a tangent.

Both PCS are storyplayers. Hence, I do not know why Selegon you have control of a wolf and a few other NPCs.

Two, Being a storyplayer, you can no control the environment or what happens to NPCs, k?

I tried to make myself clear and I gave both of you a chance to remedy the situation. How does the wolf tackle him successfully? How is this fair if you were playing with another PC. Consider it like so if you were fighting with another PC, you will still need a storyteller to moderate the consequences of each action for it to be fair.

Man versus Fate

The final, but epic, form of conflict is the classic Man versus Fate; wherein a chief character, or groups of characters, strive to change the course of history, or prevent something from taking place. When revealed, a sense of urgency and immediacy emerges, but often the greatest lessons in these conflicts is that not all destinies can be avoided or undone.

Both of you just outright bunnied half the thread, which is acceptable once, but not for relatively "seasoned" players as the two of you. This is more than disappointing because it is plain bad roleplaying.

The half therlera crept up quietly behind the man and in a quick movement brought her well seasoned dagger underneath his throat. " Do stop shouting little man. The ones you seek are long gone by now." Which was a lie, her oddly colored eyes scaned the forest underbrush. They were very close now, very close indeed.

By Malinka, How can you tell if the man, who is an expert of killing as Adder put it, could have not dodged your assault? This goes with a lot of the things you have done, Selegon, which is too much for me to put here.

I am sorry to have to do this. For a game to be fun, it has rules and to be fair people follow rules. There is no more need for a moderator if you just decide what happens in this story. If that is the case, there will no longer be a need for GMs and AGMs, and then you can just have all the PCs with Archmage powers, controlling every NPC, and what have you.

Selegon, why are you even camping in Ethgan'tor? This is a city. If you wish to camp, camp outside in the Gracelands, where this thread would be more adequately suited for. Realistically playing, both Malinka and Selegon would be forced into slavery if they manage to get into Ethgan'tor. How both of you managed is beyond me, but that is not the point now. To avoid sounding like a bitch, I hope you see the reasoning I have offered instead of flaming me after this.

I am sorry to have to do what I will do next, but Marwin didn't get a chance. So many others didn't, you won't either now.

~*~

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The man laughed as the blade tickled his throat. He smiled wickedly. Whitefear was kicked straight in the face as he tried to attack the bounty. He closed his eyes, as mages do to summon the realm of clara, clearing his mind.

"I'm am through with games." With his smile still plastered on his face, his lips moved quickly and a cloud of darkness enveloped Selegon. It was the spell of Darkness, an apprentice Necromancer's spell. Blinded, Selegon was now incapitated. From the distance, if he were able to affect Selegon with the spell, his arcanic abilities were beyond the level of Apprentice, apparently.

A human. Confident in his abilities and no doubt experienced. To take him for granted would be a mistake, but first the man had to find Selegon and that wouldn't be so easy. (Adder)

With a swift and fluid motion, the man arched and extended his head, a trickle of blood seeping out from a superficial wound. Warm liquid spilled to Malinka's hand, but she had no time to care about the blood. The man's head knocked staight into her face, with a force capable of smashing her cheekbones and breaking her nose, almost. Blood spilled forth from her nose and the dagger fell to the ground as the man flexed her wrist with one hand, causing her finger flexors to be actively insuffient, thus releasing her grip.

With his other hand, the blood thirsty man, who was the hunted so unfairly so a few moments ago, grabbed Malinka's hair by the fistful and twirled her around to face him. In a blink of an eye, his forearm clutched on to her neck as her nose bled and her mind spin.

The spell of darkness dissipated. Selegon was allowed sight once again. In his confusion, he allowed the arrow to fly, its aim true. The arrow head pierced through Malinka's left breast, pierced through her thorax, and embedded right there before reaching her heart.

"Death is upon you, bitch."

The man with Malinka as a shield ripped out the arrow and a gush of blood spurted forth. Minutes were not necessary for death to take Malinka to Jalat's realm... The last of her life was all in red... blood here and there and everywhere. Her mistake was not knowing anything, was to appear from no where... How did he know the man behind her now was the villain? Why did she help Selegon? If she were trained in dagger wielding, in any form of combat, did she not know the worst scenerio to play was to underestimate the enemy?

"Elf... Play with me and you play with fire." The man, who bled from his arrow wound and neck. He placed his hand over Malinka's chest and then sucked on his blood soaked fingers. He closed his eyes again as to reach Clara once again. Selegon had a few seconds to run before another spell struck...

OOc: Malinka is now Dead.

[Dark Bomee]

to avoid having further edits done to this thread, the rest of the story is now in this thread. For Selegon only.

http://www.alleria.com/forums/showth...88#post1009688