Liam McAdam
Unaligned
Betrayed Prince/Mercenary
Death can not die
Posts: 45
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Post by Liam McAdam on Jun 25, 2009 19:33:48 GMT -5
ooc: my reason for this is just to get an rp idea going.
The Abandoned Citadel, the place filled with dark rumors...why here? Liam explored the inside of the citadel, his knife at the ready incase anything were to go wrong. He was interested in things that had any kind of mystery to it, but this took the cake. He wasn't here for the rumors of wealth, but because he was paid to check it out and see if he could confirm or disprove any of the rumors. So far, nothing seemed to get him to either way, but this was a rather simple mission.
What made him curious was the very fact he was sent here. Why was his employer so interested in this citadel. Surely there was something going on, otherwise a mercenary would not have been sent to investigate. Nevertheless, he was excited by the thrill of his excavation. Back against the wall, he looked out the corner of the turn to the next hall, and it seemed to be empty. During missions, he took on his old nick-name 'Mr. Death', despite how much he hated it. Walking down the empty corridor, his pointed ears prepared for any sounds, hostile or not.
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Post by Rianne Herculides on Jun 25, 2009 19:57:58 GMT -5
“Who goes there?”
Rianne’s voice would have sounded haunting as it reverberated against the stone walls of the Abandoned Citadel. And in her dull white gown she may have even looked to be a ghostly sight. But other than that there was nothing haunting about this place. It wasn’t often that people ventured to the Citadel because of the rumors, and that made it a good place for Rianne. It’s where she lived, where she planned, and she liked to keep it out of the public eye. But now and again someone would come adventure seeking and would find nothing but the exiled young Queen, waiting for her moment and sign from God to act.
The woman walked out of a room, looking at Liam warily. There was signs of wear on her white gown which held to her slim and somewhat underfed frame. Long raven locks fell down her back and her grey eyes were flashing. There was a rapier, her preferred weapon, gleaming in her hand as she stood at the ready looking at Liam. Her looks were cold as she regarded the boy, her features and posture imposing. One would wonder how a slight woman would become the powerful Queen she had been, but you could see it with the way she stood.
“If you’re a thrill seeker I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed.”
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Liam McAdam
Unaligned
Betrayed Prince/Mercenary
Death can not die
Posts: 45
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Post by Liam McAdam on Jun 25, 2009 20:14:36 GMT -5
At the sound of the clichéd haunt-sounding question, Liam immediately switched from his dagger to his long sword, a classic that he kept with him at all times. He looked around, seeing what looked like a ghostly figure holding an oddly thin sword standing in a rather imposing manner. This had both surprised him and filled him with anger. "Raika!? How did- No...You're not her.." he stated, somewhat relieved. He was then told about how he couldn't find any thrills, causing him to shrug in response.
"Ah well, a minor setback...but I still have a job to do." he responded calmly, somewhat politely. He had mixed this woman up for a girl he hated, so he may as well try to make up for his mistake through a polite conversation. Perhaps this mission, he would actually avoid a fight.
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Post by artemis on Jun 25, 2009 20:36:01 GMT -5
Callista found this citadel through her travels, and decided to explore. She had dismounted her stallion before entering, and walked through, looking around and memorizing the layout. Eventually, she found a large window with a wide window sill under it. She jumped up into the window sill, and got comfortable, looking out of the broken window, into the meadows.
Not even a moment later, she heard footsteps approaching. She immediately pulled the hood of her black cloak up to hide her facial features, and looked around to where she could hear the footsteps. She was sitting with her knees bent, and her black dress and cloak drooped over the side. A chunk of blue hair fell from under her hood when she looked around. Her stallion was standing below the window, ready to run in case it was trouble approaching.
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