|
|
| (44 intermediate revisions by 2 users not shown) |
| Line 1: |
Line 1: |
| ==Severnaya's Background==
| |
| I'm formulating Severnaya's background, and thought about giving her a bit of history with Kaliph. Perhaps not Kaliph himself but his organization. Would his reach spread as far as Gethamane? I'm assuming it would, given his status in the north. [[User:Kirkland|Kirkland]] 11:43, 27 August 2008 (EDT)
| |
|
| |
|
| ==Seeking a Thrill==
| |
| Severnaya stood atop the single story dwelling, staring down at the four guards in the street with Karina behind them. She was furious that Karina would sick guards on her for petty looting. Her tolerance for her newfound group was becoming increasingly thin after Hawke's antics, and now this. That bounty on the White Leopard was looking increasingly lucrative. Perhaps she would need to visit with Kaliph herself; perhaps she was working on the wrong side of this struggle after all. (OOC: This is her altered emotions/personality talking, she would realize on a clear brain that while Karina rescued her, Kaliph would have left her for dead and moved on.)
| |
|
| |
| "Ma'am, we will not arrest you and leave you alone if you just return the money," the guard yelled.
| |
|
| |
| She took a few steps toward the peak of the roof, causing the guards to take a few steps closer to the house. "FINE!" she yelled back, reaching inside her cloak. She tipped the bag of money she just stole upside down as she removed it, allowing most of its contents to empty into her pocket. She left a few coins in for weight so she could throw it the bag. She was not backing down on this one. "Catch!" she called out, tossing the bag to the right about 10 feet from where the guards were standing.
| |
|
| |
| She activated Graceful Crane Stance, not wanting to make an unfortunate spill off the icy roof at this time. As the guards attention was diverted by the thrown bag, she reached the peak of the roof and waved goodbye to the guards as she began a controlled slide down the back side of the house. She gripped the edge of the roof as she came down, swinging around and smashing the window on the back side of the house with her feet to make it appear as if she went inside.
| |
|
| |
| She quickly proceeded to move away from the backside of the house, toward the neighboring house behind it, looking for either a door or window to enter (using Lock Opening Touch) or a good place to hide. ''If I can get these guys to split up and search, I can get some revenge...''
| |
|
| |
| [[User:Kirkland|Kirkland]] 16:32, 21 August 2008 (EDT)
| |
|
| |
| Strygwulf Fox was the commander of Ferem Haraku's Second Falcon Tent, one of the groups stationed in Covenant at the time. He stood, with three of his comrades, confronting the perpetrator of a petty theft. Obviously, this was not the evening's premiere event, and Fox had little desire to handle this brand of nonsense on such an inauspicious evening. With a glance over his shoulder, he dispatched his orders.
| |
|
| |
| "Lembek, Lorig - You two fetch that bag of money, return it to its owner, and then assist Captain Haraku in controlling the damage done by the attack. Edgar, come with me." Fox pointed behind his back as he spoke, trying to keep an eye on Severnaya as she made her escape. Ordinarily, he would have let a pickpocket go on a night like this, but something didn't sit right; it seemed to Fox that the escalating number of robberies and vandalism synced up too well with the recent string of attacks by whatever horror had been unleashed from the mines. This was, however, much better evidence for the existence of such a creature - he would have to speak to [[Adamant Frost Lord|Frost]], a local hunter he'd been talking to who seemed to have some knowledge of the creature, or at least enough experience with esoteric game to be of use. That was for the morning, though. Though he still didn't intend to chase her to the ends of Creation (there were plenty of other things to do at this point), he figured he'd bring her in if she was an easy catch.
| |
|
| |
| Severnaya, her frame lightened to the weight of a feather and her limbs guided by strands of invisible Essence, landed with impossible grace after smashing the home's back window. She knew she didn't have long, and wanted to move any conflict that did occur into a scenario she controlled, not the other way around. Not wanting to leave obvious evidence of the direction of her departure, she leapt quickly toward the house behind this one, covering almost the entire distance with that low jump, leaving no footprints in the freshly fallen snow. Luckily, she found herself just to the left of a rear door. It was locked, but Severnaya's newfound powers had made such obstacles mere trivialities. She couldn't help a wicked smile from gracing her parched lips as she held her palm inches from the door handle and channeled a few motes of Essence through the rusted iron. The tumblers in the lock became her slaves, leaping to attention in just the right position as the lock slid open on its own. She quietly pushed the door open and shut it swiftly. She found herself in a small, one-room home. Though it was poorly lit, it appeared to belong to a miner - there was a pickaxe hung shoddily from the wall, and few other amenities. The citizen was home, sleeping in a small bed in the southwest corner of the house, but he snored heavily - the evening preceding this sort of rest had to have been one full of debauchery for the night's events not to have woken him already.
| |
|
| |
| Fox directed his lieutenant, Edgar, around the left side of the building, while he dashed around the right. They met up in back of the house, hoping to catch Severnaya as she descended the roof. The echo of shattering glass told Fox they were a second too late. Edgar was drawn immediately to the window, peering inside through its remnants, but Fox was experienced enough to expect the ruse - no thief worth her salt would go <i>into</i> a surrounded house. Fox, after seeing the shattered window, turned quickly, eyeing the house behind this one. It appeared undisturbed, but as of late, Fox's trust in appearances had diminished considerably.
| |
|
| |
| [[User:Olaf|Dan]]
| |
|
| |
| ----
| |
|
| |
| ==The Search for a Weapon==
| |
|
| |
| (OOC: The type of weapon I am searching for is an Artifact 2 martial arts weapon. Exactly what I can find is up to you of course. Though I do think Severnaya would look pretty sweet with a pair of sai.)
| |
|
| |
| Severnaya continued to browse the shops of Pyramid Square, frustrated by her inability to find some quality martial arts weapons. ''Surely someone in this district has something decent'' she thought to herself as she made her way to the next shop in the street. While she didn't have the money for something of the quality she was looking for, she did have other means of obtaining it. Once she could find it that is. Plan A: play a game of chance for one. Plan B: simply steal it.
| |
|
| |
| She entered the next shop, a small blacksmithing shop with a limited selection of melee weaponry. Didn't seem like they were going to have any martial arts type weaponry, but it's difficult to tell who might have some more unique wears behind the counter for more elite customers.
| |
|
| |
| She was not sporting a disguise, but her cloak's hood provided a shadowy cover over her face. She was still wanted in this town, though the signs had begun to diminish over time as the White Leopard has become the priority. She walked up to the counter slowly and said to the man behind it. "Perhaps you can help me... I am looking for some martial arts weaponry that is... enhanced, you could say." He could tell she was paying no mind to the items placed around the room, as they were of no interest to her.
| |
|
| |
| [[User:Kirkland|Kirkland]] 00:04, 25 August 2008 (EDT)
| |
|
| |
| ----
| |
