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Post by oracle on Jan 28, 2010 21:34:18 GMT -5
(OoC: Alright here goes, and early note: You are all in Nia as this occurs. Otherwise you couldn't really get caught up in the plot.)
The sun rose bright and cheerful over Nia. It was as though it knew today was supposed to be a day of festivities. It threw every kind of sparkling light on the bay north of the port city. The merchants, villagers, and tradesmen all were up early and wearing their brightest colors. For the first hours of the day laughing and dancing occupied the city along with the shouts of merchants who were in even larger number than they usually were.
As the sun reached its peak, all the villagers moved towards the capitol building. They gathered on the cobblestones around the capitol, and waited. Today was the day of the coronation. King Rianok II was passing on rule to his only son Prince Nynra. Such an important occassion brought all the people together to see.
Fate had other plans though.
The time to begin the ceremony came and went. Hours past as celebration turned to worry. After two hours had past Rianok emerged on the balcony of the capitol building. As the cheers subsided Rianok began to speak, but it was not the corronation speech,
"People of Naost I bring you unfortunate news on this day meant to be celebration... Late last night this very capitol was penetrated and someone has stolen the crown of Naost, and left three dead in their wake." Worry turned to horror in the crowd. Rianok signaled to the crowd as they began to worry, and managed to bring them to listen again, "Do not fear. Naost has no enemies, its people are still safe. We suspect that this is the act of a small independant group who wishes to act either for profit or spite Naost. Bandits if you will."
Rianok then stepped to his right slightly and gestured to his left where a man stepped forward and told the crowd, "General Synra here is organizing posses for to search for these crown thieves. I strongly recommend seeking him out and assisting us. These posses will hunt these thieves, and when they return from this quest we will hold a new celebration, twice the size, half for the corronation, and half to celebrate the heroes who bring us justice."
The populace cheered, but soon dispersed, very few seeking out Synra, but a few did.
(OoC: There's where you come in. Lousy post for starting, but react to the occurances, give yourself a reason to go meet Synra, feel free to interact with each other. Please note that you do not need to speak with Rianok diction, that's part of his character that he talks like olden style, he thinks its "royal")
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Post by Axle on Jan 29, 2010 19:31:40 GMT -5
"Stop!!! Please for the love of Pete, stop!"
The brakes on the bus hissed as it slowed to a stop.
I ran up to the doors of the red double-decker and the driver asked, "Closing again Skye?"
I laughed a little, "Yeah Frank, I guess."
I'd really stopped to check out a pair of really hot Stiletto Heels, but he didn't need to know that. I worked at Burton's and they'd just gotten in a mess of cute shoes. My current dress was none too flattering, a black wool jacket, a T-shirt with the Union Jack on it, a pair of red trainers.
I put my fare in the little tin box and sat down in a seat near the front. Frank started to pull away, but another fellow banged on the doors.
Frank opened it and asked, "Anyone else wanna get on? Seriously?"
The fellow smiled, "Nope, I'm the last."
Frank sighed, "Good."
The fellow came to sit down beside me. He was a handsome bloke, all dark hair and eyes.
He asked, "Headed home?"
I nodded silently, he wasn't handsome enough for me to really give a crap.
He asked, "Family?"
I chuckled, "What is this, Twenty Questions?"
He answered, "Not often I see a beautiful lady such as yourself on the last bus of the night. Usually I'm all alone."
I said, "My mum, she's waiting for me."
He asked, "Is she the worrying type?"
I turned and answered indignantly, "What's it to ya? She's got nothin' to worry about. You're starting to give me the creeps Mister."
He grabbed my wrist and I started to go from my mace. Suddenly everything went dark, like I'd gone blind or something. I yelled for Frank, but he didn't answer. Maybe I'd gone deaf too.
I shook my head a few good times before my eyes began to clear. I saw trees. I could hear birds, I wasn't deaf.
I sat up and looked around. I wasn't on the bus any longer. I was in the middle of a bloody forest. Maybe he'd carried me off and dumped me here, wherever here was.
I suddenly heard the sounds of something or someone coming, footsteps or maybe hoof beats. I didn't have time to hide.
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Post by oracle on Jan 29, 2010 22:41:00 GMT -5
OoC: Normally I would prefer you respond to the situation I presented, but I like where you're going with this Axle, so I'm gonna leave it alone. When some of the others respond to the call for help from the King I'll get you a situation that hopefully can get you to join the quest. To be completely honest, with your background this makes the most sense anyways.
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Post by Axle on Jan 30, 2010 16:30:30 GMT -5
Coolness. I just wasn't sure how I was going tell all of that without getting too verbose.
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Post by Genesis on Feb 1, 2010 23:27:53 GMT -5
Ooc: sorry it's a little rushed, but I think it'll do for now.
Everything seemed to be in some sort of a fog. The usual stark clarity of his vision was lacking in the forest. Dred slowly floated through the green haze of life, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He felt nothing, not the wind blowing through the trees or the brush of ferns against his feet. His cold flesh and nose were dead to the world. He was impatient, he had things to do, and there he was stranded… his impatience faded as the surreal forest wrapped around him. Only one thing caught his interest, shock of red in the undergrowth. He swirled to a different angle to see a girl who was shown in perfect clarity. No not a girl, but a young woman. A beautiful woman. The most bizarre thing about her was not her odd looking clothes or her brilliant eyes which entranced him so, but it was the lack of resentment towards her. There was no desire to annihilate her soul, nor was there a raving thirst for her blood, just deep curiosity. She raised her head and glanced around, oblivious to him and utterly confused. Dred chuckled. Hoof beats pounded ever nearer, and he knew one thing: he wasn’t supposed to be here. Dred bolted upright, striking his head on the dense network of roots above. With a hiss he brushed loose soil from his graying hair. He pulled himself into a crouch and briefly mulled over his dream, or whatever it was. Was it a dream or something more? he thought coolly. could it have been… his thoughts trailed off as more pressing concerns settled upon his consciousness; food, and money, both of which he was lacking. Dred shoved the branches out of his way as he crawled out of his makeshift den under the cedar tree. Briefly admiring the purple hues that graced the morning sky, he gave one last moment to the vision. If it was a ethereal experience, then the spirits had something in mind. A weight in his chest reminded him once again of his more pressing concerns. The dead can wait, he murmured, then he bolted towards Nia, in hope that the coming celebration would provide some opportunities.
He expertly fastened the cowl around his face, sheltering him from the blazing sun and the d**ned townsfolk who seemed to be unable to do anything but cower if they so much as saw his amethyst eyes. The crowds were already gathering in the main square, from merchants hawking their wares, to excited citizens who couldn’t wait to get drunk on cheap ales. The people however, failed to hinder his long quick strides as the seemed to unconsciously gravitate away from him. Dred preferred it that way. No one got in his way, so no one got their knees broken. A fair trade in Dred’s opinion, but no so to the incapacitated highwaymen that roamed outside of the scant civilization on the island of Naost. So far, his search proved fruitless, three taverns had turned him down as well as several larger shopkeepers. “Orin!” thundered a rather stocky shopkeeper. Dred turned his head at the sound of one of his aliases, and made his way to the shopkeeper. “Orin, what luck to catch you out here today!” “Fisk, good morning,” Dred stated with a curt nod. “Is my order in?” Fisk waved him in rather impatiently. “Oh, yes, yes, come on in out this very nearly delirious crowd.” Dred sighed with relief as he lowered his hood now that he was safely inside the dimly lit shop. “Don’t see how you can bear to wear that cloak in this weather, it’s blasted hot out there,” Fisk muttered to himself as he lifted a parcel from a small shelf on the far side of the room. Dred flicked his gaze across the familiar shanty, taking stock of the new packages and parcels that dotted the walls. A bottle of rare wine here, a gilded bowl on an expensive ebony end table, but the most attractive piece was a long gently curving scimitar with a rough onyx pommel. it’s a twee bit out of your price range there Dred. Still, it wouldn’t be a bad piece if I could get some spare time to practice… live targets aren’t to uncommon around here either… Fisk’s trudging footsteps shook him out of his mindless daydreaming, and Fisk plopped a small cloth bag into Dred’s extended hand. Dred stared at Fisk for a moment, causing him to shuffle his feet nervously. “Pray tell me dear sir, what is this?” Dred monotoned. “Hey, it came in last evening… will you please stop staring at me like that,” Fisk moaned, “You look like you’re to steal my soul or something…” Dred’s face remained impassive he opened the pouch. Within was a lead coated rat skull, which he promptly slid back into the cloth folds and handed it back to Fisk. “Sink it in an open jar of seawater, then sprinkle in some ash powder at twilight,” Dred hissed. “Ash, not coal.” Fisk took the concealed skull warily, “Or what?” “Or you’ll have your own little piece of hell on your hands,” Dred stated. “Now, I want my order…” “Yes, of course,” the dark little man squeaked. Fisk hurriedly pocketed the skull and pulled a oiled tube out from behind a rack of walking sticks. “Here you go, sir.” The tube popped hollowly as the wax seal was broken and the contents fell into Dred’s gloved hands. Dred snarled and lashed out at Fisk, pinching his nose with three fingers and twisted hard. “You disappoint me Fisk, if it wasn’t the middle of the day your neck would be broken rather than you nose!” Fisk crumpled to the floor and futilely attempted to staunch the flow of blood as Dred stormed out of the shop.
Dred fumed and stomped out into the crowds, who had started to cheer as Rianok emerged onto the balcony. "People of Naost I bring you unfortunate news on this day meant to be celebration…” Dred shoved his way through the masses, not giving a d**n about the speech sliding off the king’s tongue. Until he heard Synra’s name. Dred paused and listened to the rest. Smelling hard specie in the air, he hurriedly made his was to General Synra, and the guards that hated the Dred so, mostly for cleaning up the prostitution problem in the area. They’ll just have to get used to the fact that they have a dhampir working with them, Dred snickered.
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Post by oracle on Feb 2, 2010 20:58:57 GMT -5
OoC: Wow, you guys rock. Those are some pretty flashy RP posts. I'll post soon, I'd prefer if one of the others slid in after this post, but if I can't get that, and if I can come up with my own character we won't worry about it.
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Post by oracle on Feb 5, 2010 22:45:14 GMT -5
OoC: Alright so quick thing to mention for the other two who haven't posted yet. Do not panic. Personally I have nothing against you joining at a point later, perhaps one that is more fun and helps develop the story more. There's also what I call the good old "catch up post". Which means your character catches up to what's happened in the plot (usually only works for a short time off) In other words, feel free to go back if you missed something to describe what you were doing that led to your current actions.
BiC:
Synra surveyed the gathered posse. It was downright sad to him. As far as the citizenry was concerned only a couple had stepped forward. One who just reaked of trouble, Synra could almost feel his peasant aura. Then there was the town idiot. Synra pointed to the town idiot and a few of the nearby guards quickly removed him from the gathered group. Not even the brothers Len and Tyen had shown up. He had figured those crazy radicals would be itching for a fight with anything, but no such luck.
Synra sized up their only prospect, "You don't exactly look like Nytorr the Slayer, but I guess we'll make due."
Another of the guard who was standing nearby then piped up. He was obviously a higher rank due to his finer armor and the symbols on his shoulder, but there still were not as many as Synra, "We have myself and several of my best men already Synra, and while the help is appreciated it isn't like it was ever necessary. The group involved in the crown theft was obviously small otherwise it would have been noticed sneaking in."
Synra turned on this officer, in all the army of Naost there was nobody he hated more than Night Watch Commander Rynak. It was about time for him to be taken down a peg, "That's General Synra to you Commander. Last I checked you were not the expert on this break-in. I seem to recall that you and your men failed to intercept these thieves once already," Rynak avoided the General's eyes as he stepped in towards the lower ranked officer, "I would dearly like to know what the mighty Rynak the Talented was up to when one of the greatest treasures of our nation was swiped from under his nose."
Rynak still averted his eyes and mumbled, "Arresting a pair of murderers who had evaded capture for two months."
"Murderers who mind you killed only one, while three were killed as you chased them." Synra added as he turned back to the small posse gathered. The general shook his head and pointed to Dred, the newcomer, "That matter aside, I would like to know precisely who you are. We've had one breach of security already."
(OoC: I was tired of writing so I put something in there for you or others to react off of. Incidentally I'm going to play Rynak I think. He was a character I originally had as just random infrastructure character, but I think he can develop)
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Post by Genesis on Feb 6, 2010 0:38:58 GMT -5
Ooc: I'll take it that you'll want to finish this part up with Synra's response. If not I will.
Dred had regretfully lowered his cowl as he approached General Synra. The sun tingled on his skin rather fiercely, but the upside was that the wind was now able to air out his tousled hair. Hair that was turning a little gray again. He froze his features as he approached. The General was having a discussion with one of his underlings, probably the little son of a pregnant dog Rynak. Dred overheard a good portion of their little discussion, but he pretended not to as he waited for them to finish their debate. Finally, Synra turned his head towards Dred and said, "That matter aside, I would like to know precisely who you are. We've had one breach of security already." Dred took several measured steps closer, hoping that he looked every inch the professional hunter. Dred knew he probably didn’t, but if Synra would set him on the thieves’ trail, he would get results. Corpses or alive they would be brought in, and paid for. So he hoped. Dred gave the General a low, respectful nod and replied, “My name is Ryloth Ventrisca sir. I’m was a lieutenant in the Havenford navy several years back, and have since come here for work.” “Apparently you’ve run aground on some hard times,” Rynak snorted. Synra ignored Rynak’s comment and continued to address Dred, “What did you do for the Havenford navy?” “For the most part I pulped pirates and the like in the harbor for a servant’s pay.” “And why did you leave the service?” Dred smirked, “Technically, they made me leave.” Synra’s eyebrows raised skeptically and Rynak shook his head. “On what grounds were you discharged?” “Apparently I was a little overzealous in massacring pirates, who made up the bulk of the Havenford rum producers‘ customers.” Dred stated while brushing some hair out of his eyes. A faint grin spread across Synra’s face and he took several steps forward. “Mr…. Ventrisca, you look to me like an experienced traveler, and an adept fighter. I see two problems however; one, you seem to lack weapons and two, why should I trust you? A man like you looks to be the kind of man who would provide muscle for a band of thieves. Why shouldn’t I just send out my soldiers to sweep the countryside?” Dred let a faint chuckle pass through his lips to help convince the doubting General. “Sir, I do have several well made weapons at my disposal as a matter of fact. And why should you trust anybody at all in this matter? If you ask me, those thieves were professional, and professionals always have an inside man.” “Sir, don’t bother with the likes of him!” Rynak muttered harshly into Synra’s ear. “The guard can handle this well enough.” Before Synra could respond, Dred interjected with a heartfelt comment. “Bullnuts Rynak.” Rynak whipped around to glare Dred in the eye, “What did you say to me!?” Synra latched onto Rynak’s shoulder tightly and pulled the fuming officer back. “What makes you think that we are inadequate for the protection of Naost?” Synra inquired. Dred remained impassive and mild irritation slowly leaked into his tone, “Because when you hotshots start tramping around in you jingly armor and beastie horses, EVERY criminal knows you’re coming and they’ll hide where you can’t find them. Whether in little ditches by the streams, or in the denser forests you’ll never catch them.” “And you can?” Tapping his temple Dred said, “I know how they think. I’ve been in and out of the business for quite a long time now sir.” He knew that this was his last chance at convincing Synra. After this there was no going back. “These thieves didn’t steal the crown to sell, it’d be suicide. You’d find it swiftly and kill them within the week. No, these people are working for someone, probably of high status. Their client is either a foreign noble trying to demoralize you, or someone in power here, wanting to take credit for recovering the crown to the king, thus raising their popularity and political standing.” Dred waited almost anxiously for a reply, but was careful to remain stoic.
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Post by oracle on Feb 7, 2010 13:38:28 GMT -5
(OoC: Easy there Genesis. What you did there I think is called either powerplaying or godmodding in some circles. It's where you control another persons character, and its a big no no. I know I'm running the thing, but what that means is that all the main NPC's count as my characters (Synra, and Rynak in this case). It's not a big deal here, because that had little effect, but Synra and Rynak had suddenly slightly different personalities. You'll get to find out who Rynak really is further on. For now, don't be afraid of a slightly shorter post, everyone has their own mental picture of how a character acts. I'll just take over from where you left off.)
Rynak after hearing this Ryloth character's turned to look at Synra, and as he did so crossed his arms. Synra immediately responded, "Just because our new mercenary here agrees with your assessment Commander, does not make you right. I would question if it made you somehow more wrong."
Synra returned to adressing Ryloth, "I don't give a fish carcass what your opinions of our methods are, if you want to work on this there are large sums for it, but leadership of this posse falls to Commander Rynak. I am assigning him to it, to get back what he lost." At the word he, Synra's eyes shot towards the commander.
"As for your theory," Synra continued, "We have more information than just what you heard from the King. We know for instance where the bandits were last seen, Rynak knows the way. We know that the bandits consisted of several non-humans big and small. Most importantly we know that Naost has had nothing but trading allies for several generations. You can try to link politics to it, but we are not one of those idiotic 'republics', there is nothing for the nobles to gain here by such an act."
"That's enough of this debate though. Commander Rynak move your posse out." Synra immediately turned to leave. Rynak likewise signaled to a group of about 4 guards to move west towards the cities main gate. He only hoped that mercenary fool would follow.
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Post by Axle on Feb 7, 2010 17:41:31 GMT -5
I made my way towards the sounds. Horses had passed me, with people aboard. I figured I'd find someone, find out where I was, then get home in time for tea. Mum had to be terribly worried already.
I broke through the forest and found myself in the Middle Ages. Everywhere there were horses and people dressed in peasant garb.
I laughed to myself, "Great, Nuttersville, UK."
A young boy, maybe six or seven walked up to me, "You sure are dressed oddly m'lady."
I nodded, "Yeah, well so are you. Can you tell me where I am?"
He laughed, "Yes ma'am, Nia."
I asked, "Where is that? Wales?"
He howled with laughter as he asked, "How can a city be upon a Whale?"
I clarified, "Wales, the country?"
He answered, "You're on the island of Naost. There is no other country, as you call it."
I said, "Very funny, now where am I?"
He insisted, "Nia on Naost Island."
I got my first look at the sky then, two moons. How in the hell? It was daylight and I could see what I thought was the moon. In orbit around the moon though....there was another. Where in the Hell was I?
I laughed, "He must have clocked me. A bump on the head, that's all this is."
I started to walk away when a person approached me. I glanced up at them. It was a fellow with eyes that almost looked purple and hair so blond it was almost gray. He's was a handsome chap, if not a little pale. He was very pale, ghostly. As he smiled I noticed sharpened canines. My mind immediately went to all those stupid movies, Vampire. I didn't want to find out otherwise. I took off into the forest, but I could hear soft footsteps following.
I hope that's alright. This is the first time I've ever RPed.
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Post by oracle on Feb 9, 2010 20:55:23 GMT -5
(OoC: Doing a good job creating a personality both of you, and only really controlling some unimportant NPCs which is well and okay. In general if they have names don't godmod them at all. If they're an opponent in a fight keep the godmodding low, but don't godmod anything they say for sure, I may have something in mind)
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Post by Genesis on Feb 9, 2010 22:24:11 GMT -5
(Ooc: Apologies Oracle. Thanks for the warning and tip.)
A mischievous grin spread wide across Dred’s face. “Well, without further ado, I’ll take my leave. Thank you for your time general…” He turned and left abruptly, struggling to maintain a cool demeanor as his lips grew crimson, and his the vitality in his eyes drained away to blackness… echoes surfaced from the dark crags of his mind. They didn’t like being turned down. He marched down the street, leaving his hood down, exposing the unnerving image he made. People no longer edged away instinctively, they hurriedly scooted off to the sides of the road, not wanting to tangle with him. For some reason, Dred found this utterly hilarious and nearly burst out into a fit of laughter. The guards would never find the crown. They were dead men in Dred’s eyes. Soon, once they were far from aid, he would swoop down, picking off one at a time in his own way. Horse by horse, man by man, and leave poor Rynak all alone. And once he found the blasted crown, he would mangle it beyond repair, returning the charred battered heirloom along with… Dred ran a shivering hand through his hair, in an attempt to keep himself from making a bloody scene in the streets. He couldn’t restrain a maniacal grin as he fantasized about finally getting real human blood. The mere thought of that which he usually sustained from sent shivers down his spine and fangs. He aimlessly wandered to the outskirts, letting the sunlight scorch his sanity, when something caught his eye. Her. The woman from the… vision. His temporary lapse in sanity, ceased to exist and surprise gripped him. Fear was another emotion that seeped into him, people were already staring at her, either because of her brilliant red curls or because of her odd way of dress. In his experience, what humans didn't understand they destroyed. It didn’t matter, because before he could approach her, she took off to the forest. Dred’s grin faded, and was replaced by a slight frown. Raising his hood, he followed after her rather unhurriedly at first, but once he was away from curious eyes, he accelerated his pace. Night was falling, and the forest was no place for a human in darkness. Especially a young woman with no apparent weapons, and possibly some wealth. Not that it was a good idea for her to be in close proximity with Dred either, with him being as thirsty as he was. He was convinced that he could control himself however, and continued his pursuit. She would exhaust herself soon enough.
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Post by oracle on Feb 9, 2010 22:56:42 GMT -5
(OoC: Hmm... I had intended for Rynak and Dred to stick together, like each other or not, but this could work too. Tell me how you'd like to operate it Genesis. One way or another I think its a good plan to find Axle and get her involved.
Oh and don't sweat it Genesis, I'm fairly easygoing. I'm just trying to help it get smoother)
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Post by Genesis on Feb 9, 2010 23:03:55 GMT -5
ooc: Well, what I was thinking was that Dred could maybe go with the guards for a bit (probably because he's unwilling to endager Skye and he wants to learn more about why she's here). Dred'll probably loose it at somepoint, maybe alone with one of the guards. One way or another, he'll view them as pawns (exception to Skye). (There's also the matter of the little 'present' at Fisk's. I'll post his fate maybe tonight) I'm not overly sure what Dred's up to yet.
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Post by Axle on Feb 10, 2010 20:58:52 GMT -5
I was getting tired and beginning to wish I'd laid off Mum's chops and fish n' chips. Each breath burned and I added sodas to my list of things to stop drinking or eating. I thought I was alone, but Vampires could become invisible, couldn't they?
All I knew is they didn't exist, that was invisible enough...gosh internal sarcasm. I really WAS getting tired.
I stopped for a moment, there was no noise. The footsteps had ended ages ago. I wondered for a moment if vampires could fly...
Gosh, I had to get that out of my head. What I saw probably wasn't even a vampire. It was probably some creeper who had sharpened his teeth down to get all the weird chicks, because even creepers need lovin'. He'd have been a good looking chap too, what a waste.
I made myself laugh and another laugh echoed through the clearing. I was too bloody tired to keep running so I pulled my mace from my purse and asked, "Who are you?"
A voice, kind of british-y but not, answered, "Who are you? The lady who travels with no horse, no weapons, and such odd dress?"
I didn't like the sound of this guy. He was kind of slithery in tone, like a snake."
I answered, "I'm just trying to get home is all. If you could point me to Brighton I'll be on my way."
He melted from the forest and stood in the pale moonlight. He looked even more like a snake than he sounded.
He said, "I'll take your money, Miss."
I laughed, "Yeah right, I work at a shop. I don't have money. If you're looking for someone to rob, you might wanna find someone else."
He pulled a rock from his pocket and I howled with laughter. This guy was tiny, maybe one hundred fifty centimeters at best. I could take him if all he had was a rock.
I laughed, "What you gonna do with that? Bean me with that and I swear I'll mace you like you've never been maced in you scrawny little life."
He looked at me oddly and started to swing the rock around wildly. I couldn't help but laugh.
That's when a flash of dark sent me flying backwards and something caped stood between me and the little chap.
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