08-06-2003, 07:34 AM
High above the slick cobblestones of the city streets lie a vast network of paths and arches connecting the upper levels of the city's larger buildings. Far beyond lies the beautiful white and gray bulb floating in the sky, it's pearly light glistening off the damp rooftops and paths connecting them. Upon one of the paths connecting one of the nastier neighborhood brothels with an abandoned building, a figure sits, apparently in deep meditation. As the moon's light brightens after a slowly drifting cloud passes, the figure comes more visible. Seemingly at first simply clad in leather, the details of his attire come into view. Yes, yes, now it is clear. The figure apparenly clad in some sort of worked leather slowly stands seemingly without even moving a muscle. His fine tuned, muscular chest covered in some kind of leather runed with a small red dragon near each collarbone. His corded legs once fully straightened allows sight of the same worked leather, only running from his hip to his knee on both sides, this leather has larger detailed red dragons seemingly swirled in flames.
With the keen sight bestowed upon him by his reptile ancestors and the trinkets, as he likes to call them, all the happenings below were soaked into his calculating mind.
After the fool known only as "Franky" falls to the ground, blood soaking the ground's cobblestones, the silent departure of the feline assassin of which the lizard gives second thought to how well he's grown into the trade he calls "cleaning", and the silent magical departure of the overly smug wizard, a group of figures slip out of the darkness. Yes, yes, they have also seen it all.
The lizard thinks to himself, "Damn that ranger and his eagerness to play with things he should not." Keen ears listening picks up the conversation way below...
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Cloaked figure #1 says, "The boss won't be happy to hear those Darkbloods and their internal games have caused the fall of one of our better paid hands."
Cloaked figured #2 says, "They will pay. We must find a way to get them. They are too powerful to battle outright."
Cloaked figured #3, overly confident, replies, "Too powerful?” he sneers. “I could have taken any one of them."
The other 3 figures who have yet to speak chuckle and nod.
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Far above on the slippery paths of the cobblestones below, the lizard flexes his muscles, cords glistening from the night’s mist. His legs twitch as an evil grin creeps across his face, teeth sharp and glistening white across the night, the lizard thinks to himself, "loose ends are fun, should I allow them to leave with their knowledge or do what I know is best and dispatch these fools?"
The thought doesn't stay long for a swirl of chaos flashes across the eyes of the scaled beast, his previously yellow eyes now red like the color of blood... Muscles ripple as the lizard beast flips over the edge of the path diving for the ground some 200 feet below, seemingly in slow motion he turns his body to land on his feet in the middle of the 6 cloaked figures.
Taken totally by surprise the cloaked figures take a step back and pull their daggers. The lizard beast calmly sits down in a meditative position surrounded by the cloaked figures, daggers gleaming in the moonlight and bloodlust in their eyes.
The lizard known only as 'The Beast', eyes still closed says, "so gentlemen" sarcasm dripping from his mouth like dark blood, "what makes you think you can even touch a Darkblood, let alone more than one of us?"
Cloaked figure #3 says, "foolish lizard boy, we live on these streets, we own these streets."
The other cloaked figures nod in agreement.
The beast covered in supple scales and worked leather flashes that evil grin again.
"Fool you say? You might want to show more respect to someone who holds your life in his hands," the lizard says.
In the blink of an eye, the scaled beast is on his feet, muscles popping like they are about to explode, spins as he smashes one of the cloaked figures in the side of his head. Blood spurts from the cloaked figures mouth as his head lulls back, neck obviously broken, the figure drops to the cobblestones.
"Anyone else want to learn some respect?" the lizard says.
Cloaked figure #1 says, "You will not get away with that," and in unison all 5 figures spin, cloaks twirling causing more confusion, thrust their blades where the beast just stood only to hit open air. The lizard comes to the top of his jump some 20 feet in the air, as he starts towards the ground, he twists his body, his feet blindingly fast flashing two precise strikes. One connecting on the nose of one of the cloaked figures, one smashing the jaw of yet another cloaked figure. He follows the momentum of the roll as he balls up before he hits the ground and lets it take him out of the circle. Three figures now lay smashed on the ground, blood all over the cobblestones. As the last three figures turn toward him they realize, they are too late...
Another kick lands in the chest of yet another cloaked figure smashing his breastbone, the wind in his lungs rushing out leaving a smell of nasty breath hanging in the air. Like a snake one punch crushes the temple of one of the two remaining figures. Spinning the lizardman swirls his tail and sweeps the feet from under the last remaining figure.
Lying on his back, the last figure is whimpering in sheer terror. The lizardman smiles as he knows Cazic Thule is watching in approval.
The beast grumbles, seemingly low from the stomach, guttural words, "Tell your 'boss,' I will be happy to show him the true power of the Darkblood. You will walk away from here foolish one, and you will deliver this message."
The beast drops a lightly browned piece of parchment, sealed with a red dragon, on the remaining figures chest. The figure, backing away crablike on all fours sheer terror in his eyes, gets far enough out of reach then jumps to his feet and flees the bloody mess.
Chuckling to him self as he's walking away, knowing the fun is just beginning, the scaled beast says, "Yeah I truly like loose ends... it makes for more excitement."
Sensai Ssoulz Jah <Darkblood>
65 Transcendant of Cazic Thule
Sol Ro
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With the keen sight bestowed upon him by his reptile ancestors and the trinkets, as he likes to call them, all the happenings below were soaked into his calculating mind.
After the fool known only as "Franky" falls to the ground, blood soaking the ground's cobblestones, the silent departure of the feline assassin of which the lizard gives second thought to how well he's grown into the trade he calls "cleaning", and the silent magical departure of the overly smug wizard, a group of figures slip out of the darkness. Yes, yes, they have also seen it all.
The lizard thinks to himself, "Damn that ranger and his eagerness to play with things he should not." Keen ears listening picks up the conversation way below...
---------------------------------
Cloaked figure #1 says, "The boss won't be happy to hear those Darkbloods and their internal games have caused the fall of one of our better paid hands."
Cloaked figured #2 says, "They will pay. We must find a way to get them. They are too powerful to battle outright."
Cloaked figured #3, overly confident, replies, "Too powerful?” he sneers. “I could have taken any one of them."
The other 3 figures who have yet to speak chuckle and nod.
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Far above on the slippery paths of the cobblestones below, the lizard flexes his muscles, cords glistening from the night’s mist. His legs twitch as an evil grin creeps across his face, teeth sharp and glistening white across the night, the lizard thinks to himself, "loose ends are fun, should I allow them to leave with their knowledge or do what I know is best and dispatch these fools?"
The thought doesn't stay long for a swirl of chaos flashes across the eyes of the scaled beast, his previously yellow eyes now red like the color of blood... Muscles ripple as the lizard beast flips over the edge of the path diving for the ground some 200 feet below, seemingly in slow motion he turns his body to land on his feet in the middle of the 6 cloaked figures.
Taken totally by surprise the cloaked figures take a step back and pull their daggers. The lizard beast calmly sits down in a meditative position surrounded by the cloaked figures, daggers gleaming in the moonlight and bloodlust in their eyes.
The lizard known only as 'The Beast', eyes still closed says, "so gentlemen" sarcasm dripping from his mouth like dark blood, "what makes you think you can even touch a Darkblood, let alone more than one of us?"
Cloaked figure #3 says, "foolish lizard boy, we live on these streets, we own these streets."
The other cloaked figures nod in agreement.
The beast covered in supple scales and worked leather flashes that evil grin again.
"Fool you say? You might want to show more respect to someone who holds your life in his hands," the lizard says.
In the blink of an eye, the scaled beast is on his feet, muscles popping like they are about to explode, spins as he smashes one of the cloaked figures in the side of his head. Blood spurts from the cloaked figures mouth as his head lulls back, neck obviously broken, the figure drops to the cobblestones.
"Anyone else want to learn some respect?" the lizard says.
Cloaked figure #1 says, "You will not get away with that," and in unison all 5 figures spin, cloaks twirling causing more confusion, thrust their blades where the beast just stood only to hit open air. The lizard comes to the top of his jump some 20 feet in the air, as he starts towards the ground, he twists his body, his feet blindingly fast flashing two precise strikes. One connecting on the nose of one of the cloaked figures, one smashing the jaw of yet another cloaked figure. He follows the momentum of the roll as he balls up before he hits the ground and lets it take him out of the circle. Three figures now lay smashed on the ground, blood all over the cobblestones. As the last three figures turn toward him they realize, they are too late...
Another kick lands in the chest of yet another cloaked figure smashing his breastbone, the wind in his lungs rushing out leaving a smell of nasty breath hanging in the air. Like a snake one punch crushes the temple of one of the two remaining figures. Spinning the lizardman swirls his tail and sweeps the feet from under the last remaining figure.
Lying on his back, the last figure is whimpering in sheer terror. The lizardman smiles as he knows Cazic Thule is watching in approval.
The beast grumbles, seemingly low from the stomach, guttural words, "Tell your 'boss,' I will be happy to show him the true power of the Darkblood. You will walk away from here foolish one, and you will deliver this message."
The beast drops a lightly browned piece of parchment, sealed with a red dragon, on the remaining figures chest. The figure, backing away crablike on all fours sheer terror in his eyes, gets far enough out of reach then jumps to his feet and flees the bloody mess.
Chuckling to him self as he's walking away, knowing the fun is just beginning, the scaled beast says, "Yeah I truly like loose ends... it makes for more excitement."
Sensai Ssoulz Jah <Darkblood>
65 Transcendant of Cazic Thule
Sol Ro
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<div style="text-align:center">"When I was a kid, my parents traveled alot - but I always found them.
- Rodney Dangerfield
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