Last of His Kind - RP

[Darkfox]

"You know that isn't true about them, then again, a prejudicial human only hears what he wants to. Wolfmen have an organized society beyoundest thou's comprehension. They eat and drink much like humans, though their food is composed of more meat and less vegetation. Or is there something thoust ARE trying to hide in these hostile actions?" Kite preached, strangely agitated, taking notice that he's been saying a bit much he shakes his head.

"The problem with people ist that they want to make things simple as possible for them and say it be the way things are... not a wolf, but a wolf man, thus not the same as a dog... I'm sure Jenna has had a few generalizations from people as well..." Kite finishes.

[Ben]

Gem looks as if to have something relavent to add......A revelation that would explain why the ranger had fell in the first place.......His distrust for beasts.....but he turns away, concealing his expression........
"You are a wise man kit.......you know much lore..."

A murrmur is heard, as if a grimace in pain, from a closed mouth-bite to gems own tounge......

"Perhaps before the journey ends,  We shall trade Campfire stories......I can tell you of my Mentor....he was a great man."
"But not as Great as you, Oh wise Demihuman...."
As his last words are spoken, Gems Head turns, eyes distantly glazed over  to meet the scrutinizing gaze of Kit.......But kits Look turns away rather quickly away as the Emotion in Gems Gaze is eerie and distant....Generally unsettleing

[Darkfox]

"Demihuman...?" The bartender question and there is chatter of unsettlement "Lord Kiterius? Surely thou jests."

[Ben]

"What I said and What youve heard differ....or at least thats my story....Oh wise, and Pretentous Kit...Demihuman youve heard...
but with your reasoning, it may as well have been mutton..."

"M'lady Jenna......I shant subject you to this bickering....I will be the bigger man-" Gem casts an amused glare at kit "and see what
I can find out remotely....I will scour the area, and leave our 'friend' to tarnish my character away from my earshot...and when I return, I will bring more information...And rest assured, I will return with haste....."

"Its obvious My skills will not be trusted untill I prove their worth"

With a Draw of his cloak, Gem Vanishes into the surroundings, weaving in and out of earshot of the goings on around the area

[Darkfox]

"Self rightous egotistical... hmph... I could just as easily show him what for, he's so sure of himself... I don't care for his reasons, he'll learn one way or another..." Kite thought to himself, and he grunts with an agitated tone. "Someday he'll learn what cruelity really is..."

[Rywho]

The Lupine stares in utter lose at how quickly what looked like friends in his eyes, convert to rivals.  Scracthing the tip of his snout he grunts quickly recaling the lady talking about a lupine that had killed someone, he cautiously walks closer to them, "m'lord, m'lady, I can't help but thinkest that I know who that lupine is. Couldest thou give a description of thy killer?"  asking made him alittle uneasy, seeing as that bowsman could still be around, he had already aquired a wound tonight adding a second would only prove his misfortune.

[Dragonium]

(OOC: Jeez, 4 pages already?)

With a rustling of leaves and a cracking of twigs, the robed Verde treads into view of the others, with Rise's shivering form following after him.

"Can we go home now?", Rise says, his teeth chattering, making his speech almost completely incoherent. "I'm cold, and there are - Gagh?!". He jumps suddenly and points to the circle of people. "Wh-who are they, Verde?".

"Good question", Verde replies calmly. "You do not seem hostile, and I beg your pardon for the interruption. Come on, Rise". He begins to walk past the group, but stops and raises his hands.

"There is a sizeable amount of magical power here", he whispers to nobody in particular. He spins on his heel quickly and points directly at Jenna. "Ah. I see that you have Elven blood... Yes, that'll be it". He bows his head deeply, and then gives a lesser nod to each of the others.

An owl hoots, and Rise shudders and whimpers. He whispers something to Verde, then flicks a glance at the people. "I see no reason why not", mutters Verde, then straightens up and clears his throat. "Rise requests that we stay here with you", Verde announces. "Would that be alright?".

[Drace]

Locke and John walk through a forrest.
"Hey John... we're the hell are we?" Locke asks while scouting his surrounding. He can a few people talk in the near-by distance.
"Heh, I think our drunkeningenesslyniss has turned our from our path to home."
"I hear people over yonder. Let's go onwards and ask them for direction."
John stops for a few seconds. "What if they're bandits? It's not wise going to bandits in the night."
"I got me trusty sword by me hand." Locke laughs. "One hint to attack and I slash them."
"Hehe. Just make sure you don't hit one of their twins. That never has effect."
The two of them laugh and quickly walk to where the voices come from.

(OOC(What the hell does that mean?): Damn, 4 pages. I should have knew that with Darkfox in it. Let's just hope Warxe doesn't join or else we'll have a 100 pages before I log in again.)

[Grandy]

 

(OOC(What the hell does that mean?):

 OOC: Out of Character. And yes, thats usually why I can't RP with them.

 The man was following the two drunks for a while. He was hoping they knew where they were going, as himself didn't, plus they seemed they would get into a fight, and fights are the best place for training necromancy, if he would stay in their side or not isn't important for now.
 And of course, there's the fact it was aways funny hear two drunks talking. He keep following them, from a secure distance.

[Drace]

John stops. He looks around him.
"What's the matter John?"
"Do you smell that? Something bad smells here...'' John says, looking arkward.
Locke looks around. He scans the air, the trees and then the ground. When he looks at the ground around John he bursts into a laugh.
"What? What?!" John looks down and notices something coming from under his shoe. He quickly pulls off his shoe and throws it away behind him.
"Ow!" someone shouts behind them.
John looks behind him into the dark. He only sees mile after mile of darkness, thicker than rock. He shakes his and takes a big breath. Locke's still laughing his *** off. A quick stomp on Locke's shoulder and he starts to give a small smile.
"Well, you got your laugh now Locke. Let's go."

[Dragonium]

Back at the makeshift campsite, Verde stands and takes an extra woolen cloak from his knapsack, and throws it over Rise. "I hear something", he mutters, "I'm gonna check it out". He tramps up the muddy track, and sure enough, sees too figures stumbling about on the edge of his view. One of them appears to have a blade in his hand. "I'm no tracker", mutters Verde quietly, "But I know trouble when I see it".

He slides his knapsack into the crook of his arm and takes out a long, metal gauntlet. It is jagged and worn, and has many symbols carved into it. "Iridon", he gasps. "Still as amazing as when father passed you down to me... It's lucky Rise doesn't know about you". He purrs over the item for a moment, then slips it onto his right hand and raises it to point at the two approaching men.

Verde mutters an incantation, and immediately a small orb of bright light erupts from his palm. He cups it with his other hand, lets it grow into a sizeable ball of flaming yellow light, and casts it quickly into the direction of the strangers.

[Dragonium]

From a little way back along the path, Verde's gauntlet glows again, its runes casting eerie shadows on nearby trees. He glances down at the magic-enhancing gauntlet which fits like a glove, and smiles at his own genius for using it. He raises both his hands, mutters some incantation, and a long, thin beam of light blazes along the path, illuminating Locke's face.

Without thinking, he raises his left hand and causes a large spike of ice to rise from the air above it. He chuckles, and leans in to throw the spell - and suddenly stops.

Verde stares through the darkness at Locke's face once more, a glint of recognition in his eye.

[Arcanagirl]

*OOC {My word I goto bed only to get lost in the rp lol eeek}*

Being very causious, she began to speak of all she could remember of the murderous Lupine.

Jenna: "He was tall, his coloring seemed a little off from most lupines. I recall a scar on his left arm in the shape of a blade wound. Thats all I saw of him, everything was too fast to catch any full details."

She glances at Kite: "I myself am not fully Elven. And to reply to your words, yes I get many generalizations. My own father discusts me."

Her heart filled with sadness as she clinched the pendant around her neck tightly.

Jenna: "My father is out for my head, so lets try not to make too much of a scene to where he can find me."

[Darkfox]

"Your father sounds to be a man in high ranks..." Kite responded.

[Drace]

With a swift movement of Verde's hand the spike of ice drops to the ground. Locke barely has the change to dodge it. Locke sees the world spinning to his eyes.
Verde looks confused at him.
"I didn't even hit you..." he says while lowering his hands.
Locke bends over and starts to throw up.
John drops on the ground and smashes his hand against it in a laughter.  When he gets hold of himself again he slowly stands up, wipes a tear away and tells Verde their a bit drunk.