The figure stepped forward slightly taking care to remain in the shade but enough to reveal his pale and angled features. A small tilt of the head was followed by a hallow sounding voice, "Your... greeting is a strange one... foreigner..."
The figure's gaze flicks from the dead titan back to Kronal. Quizzically the figure asks, "Any reason you three decided to attack the walking dead?"
Rythos stayed back, but alert. If Kronal needed any backup, it would be a matter of a second for Rythos to spring into action. He watched the motions of the native carefully for the slightest sign of hostility. Something about him made Rythos uneasy...perhaps he was a black mage...that would explain a lot. Rythos decided that must be the case here.
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Name: Rythos
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
As Rythos studied the visitor he was able to notice that the being did not emanate any noticeable traces of mana. Instead Rythos' 'gut' reaction made him think of the being in front of them as a dark and ancient creature of the swamps.
Kronal opened his right palm to indicate that he was unarmed and meant the skulker no harm... yet.
He explained, "We prefer to remain alive, as of yet, and the giant's actions were in direct opposition to that goal."
He adjusted his posture to a slight slouch so as to seem less dangerous and awaited the creature's reply.
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A silent chuckle escapes the figure as he asks, "Why didn't you run? Trying to take down a Grave Titan is a most unwise decision. The far safer choice is simply to run away than chance the rot of their touch."
"True," Kronal ruefully admitted, "but I reckon that you are capable of remedying my current... predicament, let us call it." OOC: Sorry about my spotty timings; I've got IB tests still and had AP tests earlier this month.
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Rythos decided that Kronal would be fine for now, and he began to explore the area around him, staying within sight of the white mage and their mysterious native contact. "Nothing but filthy swampland as far as I can see." he grunted to himself.
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Name: Rythos
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
The stranger tilted his head in thought as he whispered to himself, "Me...?"
Returning his gaze back to Kronal he said, "No, I know only how to prevent the disease taking hold so that it can be healed. The trick lies in creating a small buffer within yourself with mana. Once the actual disease has taken hold you will need the aid of a healer along with one of the local herbs..."
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Rythos was correct in his statement as everywhere he gazed revealed only swampland and an inferior weakness to the life he could recall from the forests.
Kronal quirked an eyebrow at the stranger, "I don't suppose that you would be inclined so as to inform me as to where both healer and herbs can be found?"
OOC: Testing's over! 2 week break before finals. More RPG... ish.
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OOC: Since I don't like leaving loose ends untied and our blue mage seems to not be returning...time to cut him out of the RP?
IC: Rythos looked back to the mysterious native and Kronal...and realized something. Where was Thelas? The blue mage had seemed to completely vanish...which had Rythos on alert...was this mysterious stranger alone? Was this just a plot to pick them off one by one?
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Name: Rythos
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
The stranger pondered Kronal's request for a moment before answering, "I do have knowledge of what you seek and where you can find it. But everything has it's price, this included. What do you have to offer me in exchange for this knowledge?"
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Rythos was right to worry as he could find no immediate trace of Thelas near him. Looking around would reveal the slightest impression of a man's tracks near the edge of the swamp. There by the water's edge Rythos would find the signs of what appeared to have been a creature's fall into the swampy waters...
Rythos casually walked over next to Kronal and said under his breath so that only the white mage would make out his words...it would only sound like meaningless grunting to the stranger and he hoped his appearance would keep the native from realizing he was actually speaking.
"Careful. Thelas gone. May be trap. Keep guard up." he grunted quietly.
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Name: Rythos
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
Kronal took a step back, moving one hand towards his dagger and the other into his satchel instinctively. "My need is not so dire as that, creature. And I daresay that my companion shares my feelings. Offer another option, or leave."
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"Peace, traveler!" spoke the vampire, carefully avoiding the light. "I care not to kill you, but merely to be the first of my people to taste the blood of one we would consider an exotic delicacy in our lands. You clearly are not from here or you would not have attacked the titan nor left yourself exposed to it's damning touch."
With a flash of his fangs and a wicked smile, "So what do you say? My information for a small taste of your blood?"
Rythos pulled out his dagger, made from the bone of a Craw Wurm and held it up. It was obviously a large creature that it came from, and he knew the Vampire should realize that fact.
"Rythos kill great wurm with bare hands. That..." he motioned to the dead Grave Titan...that not scare warrior like Rythos. That not scare him."" he grunted, motioning to Kronal. Finally, he pointed his dagger toward the vampire. "You not scare us either. No blood, either find other agreement, leave us in peace, or die."
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Name: Rythos
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
The vampire sneers at Rythos' blade saying, "You two are ignorant fools fumbling about. Drinking your blood will not corrupt you simply weaken you for a time until you've had a chance to rest and replenish."
The vampire turned his back on the two mages and began walking deeper into the dark swamps saying, "Good luck navigating my homeland on your own."
The shadows from the swamps seemed to wrap around the vampire as he walked away. Soon he would fade from sight leaving the two mages alone...
A surge of panic washed over Kronal at that thought. But looking closer now he could tell that the curse was not spreading. In fact his white mana seemed to be very slowly destroying the traces of the curse. Perhaps with enough rest and time he would be able to fully heal the wound without the aid of the vampire.
Yes, though sustaining land connections tends to have negative effects in the long term.
The pain was more manageable now but far from being healed. A gust of wind brushed the hairs of the mages standing alone with the sailors. First contact with the inhabitants had not gone as smoothly as one might have hoped for...
Rythos shook his head and looked around once more. Finding a trail through swampland was not exactly easy, but if Rythos could navigate through a forest with ease, surely a swamp wouldn't be too much harder...would it? He crouched down and looked for signs of tracks....
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Name: Rythos
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
The figure's gaze flicks from the dead titan back to Kronal. Quizzically the figure asks, "Any reason you three decided to attack the walking dead?"
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
LVL: 1
EXP: 0
GLD: 0
He explained, "We prefer to remain alive, as of yet, and the giant's actions were in direct opposition to that goal."
He adjusted his posture to a slight slouch so as to seem less dangerous and awaited the creature's reply.
The figure's gaze shifts down to Kronal's wound.
OOC: Sorry about my spotty timings; I've got IB tests still and had AP tests earlier this month.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
LVL: 1
EXP: 0
GLD: 0
Returning his gaze back to Kronal he said, "No, I know only how to prevent the disease taking hold so that it can be healed. The trick lies in creating a small buffer within yourself with mana. Once the actual disease has taken hold you will need the aid of a healer along with one of the local herbs..."
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Rythos was correct in his statement as everywhere he gazed revealed only swampland and an inferior weakness to the life he could recall from the forests.
OOC: Testing's over! 2 week break before finals. More RPG... ish.
IC: Rythos looked back to the mysterious native and Kronal...and realized something. Where was Thelas? The blue mage had seemed to completely vanish...which had Rythos on alert...was this mysterious stranger alone? Was this just a plot to pick them off one by one?
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
LVL: 1
EXP: 0
GLD: 0
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Rythos was right to worry as he could find no immediate trace of Thelas near him. Looking around would reveal the slightest impression of a man's tracks near the edge of the swamp. There by the water's edge Rythos would find the signs of what appeared to have been a creature's fall into the swampy waters...
"Careful. Thelas gone. May be trap. Keep guard up." he grunted quietly.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
LVL: 1
EXP: 0
GLD: 0
He emphasized the word blood by flashing a pair of fangs...
With a flash of his fangs and a wicked smile, "So what do you say? My information for a small taste of your blood?"
"Rythos kill great wurm with bare hands. That..." he motioned to the dead Grave Titan ...that not scare warrior like Rythos. That not scare him."" he grunted, motioning to Kronal. Finally, he pointed his dagger toward the vampire. "You not scare us either. No blood, either find other agreement, leave us in peace, or die."
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
LVL: 1
EXP: 0
GLD: 0
The vampire turned his back on the two mages and began walking deeper into the dark swamps saying, "Good luck navigating my homeland on your own."
The shadows from the swamps seemed to wrap around the vampire as he walked away. Soon he would fade from sight leaving the two mages alone...
He coughed slightly and glanced at his bloody hand, then at his stomach. Was the giant's curse spreading?
OOC: I can gather lands out of combat, right?
The pain was more manageable now but far from being healed. A gust of wind brushed the hairs of the mages standing alone with the sailors. First contact with the inhabitants had not gone as smoothly as one might have hoped for...
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
LVL: 1
EXP: 0
GLD: 0