Looking For Action

Leynore · July 29, 2008, 07:02 AM

Leynore wandered through the dark streets of Imperia, every noise making the hairs on his neck stand on end......
'This is what it is all about....this is why I came here'
Leynore allowed the atmousphere of the night envelop him completely, he felt at one with the darkness as if he were meant to live in a dark world permanently.
Leynore's animals were close by and spent most of their time sniffing at posts and at rubbish that had been strewn around, this was a slum area alright and Leynore could sense inebriated men....and occasionally some women.....slumped in doorways and against walls, their faint murmurs and babblings hitting him like music 'Oh how easy it would be to kill for the sake of killing' he thought and a smile appeared on his lips.
That however was not what Leynore was about, he was more interested in the bigger fish in the sea. The people who would never be caught on the rough streets at this hour, the people who get other weaker minded scum to do their dastardly work for them so that they don't get their hands bloodied.
Leynore did not mind his hands being bloodied, in fact he rather enjoyed it. Leynore wanted those mens blood on his hands and to look into their eyes as they draw their last breath, to look upon him as the last thing they will see of this world. To quieten them as they slip away so that there would be no trace of their killer.
Leynore needed more training, he knew that, but he was already an accomplished killer and tonight...........

HE WAS LOOKING TO KILL

Suddenly Leynore heard footsteps coming towards him, these were not the steps of a drunk but purposeful steps of a man. Leynore called his animals to his side and moved further into the shadows, his hand tightly wrapped on his blade in case it was required for urgent useage

Drake Flowe · July 29, 2008, 06:43 PM

Drake was yet again suffering from his toxin. That was, insomnia. The streets were dark as they always kind of seemed, even when it was daylight. Drake was speedily pacing down the streets ever looking around each corner with a cetain abrehension. At any second someone could slit his throat, or stab him in his back, hell they could even pick him off with a bow. Drake seen a few drunken idiots babbiling on and about to pass out. Drake spotted one man, he was standing there and drake gave a smirk. Drake slowly crept up behind him, then stopped. Drake seen the man had almost a aresenal of weapons on him. "Hmm... Drake thought.

Drake approched slowly. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me, but are you aware of the "turf laws"?" Drake raised and eyebrow. Drake was about twenty-five to thirty feet away, a safe distance. Drake was obviously refering to gang turf. Drake had not gained any tuf yet, but this man was fairly close to drake's home and he claims this small portion hovel as base for now. Drake was showing little signs of aggression and hositilty toward the man. "Hmm, you seem to have a few weapons on you...You belong to gang around?" Drake was wary at first but then if the man wanted to do, what drake calls, passing. Passing was a slight better word for killing or death. Drake was not yet confortable with the word death, it doesn't scare him, but it unleashees something in him. Drake waited for a answer from the man.

Leynore · July 30, 2008, 02:18 PM

Leynore faced the man and not sensing any immediate threat from him, loosened the grip on his blade and told his animals to relax as they were looking at the man with teeth bared and making low throaty growling noises. As soon as Leynore spoke they relaxed. "I am not aware of any turf laws here, then again I don't usually let them bother me anyway" Leynore gave a wry smile to his own comment. "I have no affiliations with any group at the moment". "I must say you managed to get closer than most to me without my animals tearing your throat out" Leynore smiled again although he did not know whether the man could see him smiling bacause of the low light.
"Where can a man get a drink from around here?"
Leynore had become slightly bored of walking around and wondered what the local watering holes had to offer

Drake Flowe · July 30, 2008, 02:45 PM

Drake had not noticed the two small wolves at first until he calmed them. Drake nodded to what the human said. "Well for drinks there are a few good taverens around here. Elves Graveyard...Tattered Sails...A few others, they are all good places to catch a drink. I could use a drink myself now that you mention it. Just a quick question. Your animals well trained?" Drake was already assuming they were otherwise they would have bitten a limb off by now.

"Would you like to head to a taveren and catch a drink. I know you not from around here. I could take 'ya to one if 'ya want...?" Drake was still unsure of this man's intensions, but he seemed a bit calmer then most in the shadows of Imperia. Drake reahed in his small slinged pack and reached for his flask. "I got a little whisky, you want a shot?" Drake shook the flask unsure if the man would take it from him or not. "This could hold us over until we reach the taveren."

Leynore · July 30, 2008, 02:55 PM

Leynore laughed "You have no need to worry my wolves are well trained as is the mastiff" He looked at his companions with fondness "Although they would lay down their lives for me, as I would for them" He decided that he was sounding too serious
"A tavern sounds like a good idea! Lead the way"
"What name do you go by friend?" Leynore looked at the man as they walked
He heard the man offer whisky but decided to decline "Save your whisky friend, I will buy us plenty at the tavern. Its always good to keep a personal stash of your favourite poison, put it away, you never know when you may REALLY need it" This declination was not only for the reason Leynore gave the male but also because it was never wise to accept liquid from a strangers flask. That stranger could well be after your life.
Leynore did not think that this man was after his life and smiled again, now longing for alcohol

Drake Flowe · July 30, 2008, 03:05 PM

Drake nodded at the fact the wolves were trained well. "Well we can head up to a local tavern I vist quiet regularly. The name's Drake Flowe. I have lived in this city for as long as I can remember." Drake smiled when the human declined the whisky. "Well, I gave 'ya my name whats yours?" Drake and his newly found freind walk down the street. "The tav is going to be about four blocks up the main road. I figure we should keep away from the docks and plaza for now. Things get tend to get a little crazy over there. Due to the pirate uprising. The scum they are. They think they own Imperia. I'm trying to start a group to try and elminate those parasites from this once great city." Drake coughed, it echoed the night air.

Dignitas · July 31, 2008, 05:07 AM

"Think we own the city!? Bah, by Markalin's waves, we'll show the lot of you!" Came a rough shout from behind the group of canines and humanoids. Turning around would expose no less then seven armed and rowdy ruffians, likely pirates by the offense they took to the overheard comment that stemmed from Drakes mouth. (Ironically, they hadn't objected to being called scum) "Let's show them whose boss, boys!" Yelled who seemed to be the one in charge, a stout dwarf wielding what seemed to be two hand axes, each one glinting in the soft moonlight of the darkening. His face twisted in a mix of anger and drunken stupor, and he propelled his stout frame toward Drake and Leynore and the animals with reckless abandon. The six behind him, an elf and four humans and one very large Vagaran followed suit, each one producing a cutlass and yelling as they charged.

Looks like that drink would have to wait, unless their blades were thirsty. Thirsty for blood.

It seemed that the dwarf that led the rag-tag group was heading straight for Drake, along with one other human who was dressed in a closed velvet vest and red scarf. Two other humans, both wearing traditonal seaman clothes and skull caps, in the group including the elf ran quickly to Leynore, weapons drawn and a sadistic smiles on their faces. The Vagaran peeled off and headed toward the Mastiff, intent on taking the potential threat down, that and mumbling something about food. They would have to think fast, for any instant now the pirates would be within striking distance. Except for one curiosity, which was the last human who didn't moved but stayed back away from the fight, moving into the shadows.

(edit: PS, Leynore, can you send me a link to your CIR? Also, to your SoF if you have it handy or have one. Thanks!)

Drake Flowe · July 31, 2008, 10:12 PM

Drake shakes his head and gives a sigh of anger, "Well just my luck...They heard me!" Drake drew his swordbreaker dagger in his right hand, and his kris in his left. Drake's adrenaline was pumping beyond anything he had ever felt before. Drake could see there were a few of them, which this made it a odd numbered fight. "Well...If we die...We die as one brother." Drake held out his hand for a quick hand shake. This was a traditional in human culture.

Drake was pretty sure that thses men were wielding some sort of a blades, hopefully for him they were swords. Leynore had a few diffrent wepons on his, some that could do some serious damage. Drake began to sweat in the winter air. Sweat ran from every pour on his face, then everything went silent and slow motion. Drake could only see the darkness and hear the grunts and drunken babble of the ruffians. Drake didn't know what or who they were. This was time, time after all for drake to show he wanted to own these streets. He wanted to protect his turf. He no longer was afraid...Only anger...Anger that could eaither be the fuel to his fortification, or his death. Nontheless drake was ready. Two small daggers, one for the defence of the blade, the other for the cutting of the gut, neck or back.

Drake closed his eyes for a split second and said, "May Aslan guide my blade, and my heart through this treatchery of death!" He opened his eyes to see the ruffians. Drake seen they were in slashing distance, he waited to see if they would strike first.

Leynore · August 2, 2008, 08:18 AM

OOC - Thanks for dropping by Dignitas....I think lol. My CIR is no longer on here as far as I am aware (don't know what happened to it), I will search again now or complete another and send you the link.

IC - As Leynore heard the men, he shouted "It's Leynore, I am with you brother" facing the approaching men, Leynore did not have time to think properly about tactics, instead, as the men drew close enough, Leynore would drop to one knee and swing his bastard sword towards the advancing rabble in a wide arc towards their legs hoping to decapitate anything within his striking distance. At the same time, Leynore shouted for his animals to attack but made sure that he pointed towards the Vagaran rather than the men as all were used to taking down prey larger than themselves and were already efficient killers in their own right. "Lets deal with this scum Drake" he shouted to his new friend...............Bloodlust was again building within Leynore.

Drake Flowe · August 5, 2008, 02:11 AM

Drake took a deep breath and released it. He took his kris and gritted his teeth and lunged at one of the men. Drake made a slashing toward his neck. Quickly there after he lunged at another, this time going low. He went for the main tendon on his foot. This should severely hurt the man. The one who got the slashing to the neck shoould have went down as well. Drake then dived back behind Leynore, ready to play defence if needed.

That is to say of Leynore's huge bastard sword didn't finish the job. The vargarn was occupided with the two wolves. Drake was feeling the adrenaline pumping through him. This self induced bloodlust was the fuel to lead him through this fight. These men would be drake's first kill, that is to say if he killed anyone. Drake could have got hit during his attack, he wouldn't have known. The adrenaline would have masked the pain. He wouldn't have known until the smoked clared, so to speak.

Leynore · August 9, 2008, 05:18 AM

OOC - Bump ttt