An Angels Task -IC-
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				Title: <strong>An Angels Task -IC-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madie</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 06:32:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>An Angels Task ~IC~</strong></span></div><em>Pain, sorrow, horror, these were the things that best described what remained of this impoverished world. The sleeping wars had taken a toll on the planet in the most extreme ways that were possible. Once green and plentiful lands had become infertile wastelands, uninhabitable by most creatures. Luscious and vivacious woodlands had all but vanished, leaving behind ugly and rotting trees that served little more purpose than kindling to a rare source of fire. Brooks and lakes that ran fresh and crystal clear drinkable water had reverted into nothing more than cesspools and puddles. Wildlife, had become equally scarce, with the exception of the host of new creatures that begun to inhabit the lands, beasts that were thought to only dwell in deserts and barrens; which was now what much of the world was comprised of. Earth as a whole was a shadow of its formal self, and the heavens knew this sad fact more than anyone.<br><br>Survivors of the wars banded together, for the most part. A status and social hierarchy was constructed, just like any time before, however; it was much more defined and obvious. The wealthy and still powerful stayed locked away in the capital cities, allowing entrance to no outsiders unless they had coin or trade. These capital cities were far and few between, only 4 existed in the fallen kingdom of Veimire . For every one city there were hundreds of refuge and survivor settlements. These were the real victims of the forgive-less world. They were plagued with famine, sickness, and dangers of the outside world. These were the true faces of the dieing civilization. In the eyes of a survivor or refuge, race had no credence or classification to a person. For a lack of a better phrase, they were all for one and one for all. Humans, elven lineage, dwarfs, halflings, dragon kin, goblins, trolls, and many more living under the same roofs (or in most cases, shanties and cloth), sharing and surviving together. Races that once proudly separated themselves from the rest were now living and providing for each other. Great sorrows bring people together, no matter the race.<br><br>Uprisings with the aid of magic and weaponry have been planned and executed, all with the same results; purging of the groups that were involved. The world is aching and can't sustain its self forever, there are groups and people that realize this on both factions.</em><br><br>The trumpets sounded off in a delicate yet uproariously quaint fashion, it was time to leave the only place she new as home. Other celestial beings gathered around the <em>Great Fathers</em> domain, hoping to catch a glimpse of the young angel before she was sent to the first primordial experiment, earth. Earth had seen it's fair amount of changes and turmoil in the past, but nothing of the likes that the current generation had befouled upon it. Nature had all but given up on any chance of recovery, in fact, the nature of the world had been diminished completely when the heart of earth ceased its rhythmical beat. Now, the only hope for the civilization of the first world created was a young and inexperienced angel, what were the heavens thinking?<br><br>Melody chased the trumpets to her destination as quickly as she could manage. It was obvious that she was in the right place when she cleared the corner and was blinded and shocked by the hundreds of thousands of heavenly beings. There was a literal throng the size of a small army waiting for her at the main gate. She gingerly paced her way to the end of the crowd, which was easy enough as they broke formation and let her through. Some of them were smiling, others winced and muttered quiet defamation's. Her notoriety as an angel was near moot, not having any particular credentials that qualified her for such an important mission made many of the others uneasy. But still, they all watched just the same as she approached the <em>Great Fathers </em>domain. <br><br>Finally, she had arrived among the elders of the celestial. Surprisingly, the Great Father himself was the first to speak. <br><br>"Child! We call you here on this day to do the deed you were destined to. I have not chosen you, nor has any member of this elder coven. You were destined by birth to uphold this, the first of any angelic intrusion into the first world." The enormous being shook the chamber as he found comfort in his seat. "The elders, including myself, on this day appoint you as the guardian of Earth. Melody! Do your destiny proud my daughter!" The halls echoed with his booming and powerful voice. Following his action, the rest of the surrounding crowd began to cheer for Melody and her conquest. Spirits were astonishingly high as she approached the gate of earth. She looked back at her wondrous world and hoped that she would return soon. <br><br>The Gate roared as it came to life, showing the other world with clarity unlike any she had witnessed previously. She approached the gate and turned back to the elder.<br>"I will complete my quest, that is a promise to my world!" The crowds cheered aloud again, even the elders managed to find encouragement in her words. Stepping at the entrance, she cautiously dipped her right foot in but was taken aback as the force from the portal engulfed her, taking her in the world. Her body was now falling at speeds that she had never dreamed of, while she trailed a bright and miraculous light. Each beam reflected brighter than the last, signaling the world that she had arrived. The speed from her decent began to warp her being. She became tranquil and tired, eventually falling asleep in her free fall. The fall had reached its finale as she smashed into the earth floor, creating a crater the would rival some natural landforms. She laid perfectly still, adorned in only her white gown, waiting for the next phase of her adventure.<br><br><em>The story will kick off with people witnessing a miraculous and blinding light source that can be seen by all, followed by a large crash that can be felt in the immediate area. Your characters, from their respective settlement and camps will venture over in curiosity and find the young lady in white laying motionless in a particularly large crater in the ground. You guys will have some dialogue and then be interrupted by a group of men that claim to be the royal guard of the immediate capital of <em>Bahmore.</em> After a little action, you secure the girl and she tells you that she was sent from heaven to restore the worlds heartbeat. The game will then take off from there and the hijinx ensue!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</em>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Angels Task -IC-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KingBear</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 08:12:38</strong>
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				"Oi! You! Over there! What do you think you're doing?" An average height, rubber clad man came marching from the street. He was wearing armor made from old stripped tires and carrying a rusty longsword.<br><br>A tall well built man looks up from the dirt he was digging in with a makeshift pickaxe, his worldly eyes narrowing in on the man walking up. He recognized him as one of the corrupt 'lawmen' of the settlement. "I'm just getting ready for harvesting season." He bellowed out to the man who was still approaching, sword in hand.<br><br>"Is this your land? Do you have a permit to dig here?" The man returned with a cry of his own, his grip tightening around the hilt of the sword. "What's your name?"<br><br>"You may call me Z. And I didnt know anybody owned land anymore these days. I thought it was first come first serve and I've been here quite a while doing this same thing every year." The man picked up a tunic from a nearby fence and brushed off his dirty, muscular chest. "Is there a problem?"<br><br>"Yeah I've got a problem, have you paid your taxes yet this month?" The man got closer, his hand tightening around the hilt of the sword again, holding it at the ready.<br><br>"Taxes? I have never had to pay taxes before." The man ran the shirt over his head, brushing out any dirt from his long pony tail before throwing the shirt back on the fence. He turned his scarred back to the man and set the pick down in the dirt before walking closer to his shack.<br><br>"Well then, we do have a problem. You owe back taxes. That'll be three cans of food." The soldier walked onto the property where the man was working. "Hey! I'm talking to you!"<br><br>"I'm getting the food for you sir. Just wait there." The man quickly moved into the door of the shanty, disappearing into the darkness inside.<br><br>"Good!" The soldier looked around and scooped up a few pieces of fruit from the ground and shoving them into a pouch hanging from his hip. <br><br>"Now, how do you want the payment?" Z walked out of the shanty, a large steel claymore resting on his shoulder, the hilt just barely bigger than his massive hand. "Want it dead or alive?"<br><br>With this, the soldiers jaw dropped and his pants stained with wetness at the sight of the large sword. He raised his own sword arm, his legs quaking. "Uh... I dont want any trouble here. I'll forget about the payment. I swear."<br><br>"Yeah that'd probably be a good idea.. Get out of here you runt!" Z snarled after the man as he skittered down the highway he came from. He let out a light sigh and looked down at the dirt he was digging at. "Well, I guess I'm done here... Might as well have some fun before I leave this time." He quickly moved into the house, his tree trunks carrying him faster than most could walk. Moments later, a large group of men all carrying various weapons and wearing similar 'armor' to that of the runt.<br><br>"Where'd he go Jimmy?! You said you needed some help with someone. Where is he? You pullin our legs again?" One of the larger men called out to the man from before.<br><br>"I dunno man, he was here... Maybe he ran?" As the runt quibbled back, Z walked out of the shanty wearing a heavy plate shoulder guard on his right shoulder and his claymore sticking up over his back in it's sheath. He was wearing a similar tunic to the one he used to wipe down his face and his black trousers were held up by an expensive looking belt buckle. A grin stretched across his face as he looked on at the group of seven men all carrying weapons and looking ready for a fight.<br><br>"You guys looking for me?" In his right hand he was carrying a small bag with a bed roll attached to it. He swung it over his right shoulder, the strap on the bag staying firmly in place as it hooked under the plate armor. "Now we can do this the dead way or the alive way.. You make the choice."<br><br>"I choose the dead way! GET HIM!" The bigger man in the group howled out and the other six charged in. An arrow flew by the head of Z and he ducked out of the way before stepping forward, knocking a sword away from him and slamming his massive arms into the chest of one of the charging men. The man flew backwards with a loud cough, his sword dropping to the ground with a clanking sound. The mountainous man ducked under a swing of a makeshift axe and rolled across the ground, grabbing the sword on his way up. He quickly parried a thrust from another sword and broke the rusted piece of metal against the blade of his fifth attacker.<br><br>"This isnt..." He ducked under another swing from the axe and sliced the under arm of one of the soldiers with the rusted sword piece. The man let out a yelp and blood began to pour out from the wound under his arm. "A fair fight." As he was falling to the ground, his sword arm gushing blood, the sword dropped and Z caught it in the air before thrusting it through the tire armor of the ax wielder. The man let out a gurgled groan and the axe fell from his grip as Z kicked him in the chest, sending him flying into another soldier. "For you."<br><br>"What are you idiots doing?! Kill him already!" The big man, still standing back yelled out to the group of four soldiers left standing. Z quickly dispatched one of the soldiers after this command as he rolled across the dirt, scooping up the axe and hurling it into the mans skull, his bow dropping to the ground in a puff of dust. <br><br>"You really should run!" Z grinned wildly as he caught the hand of the runt and brought his own sword around, ramming it into his gut. The eyes of the runt went wide as he let out a gurgle and fell over. "There's only 3 of you left. Are you sure you want to keep this up?" As he said this, a brilliant flash of light shot through the sky and landed a few miles to the east of his location, upon impact the ground rumbled and shook. Z took this as his opportunity to take the other two distracted guards out. He shot forward and reached out, placing one hand on the chin of one of the soldiers and the other on the back of his head before twisting upwards, severing the spinal column with a sickening snapping sound.<br><br>Z quickly grabbed the mallet of the man who's neck he just broke and brought it over his head and down as hard as he could on the skull of the final peon in the group. Blood sprayed on his face from the impact and he let out a light chuckle before stepping forward, heading towards the final man. "You ready for this biggun?"<br><br>"Look who's talking you giant freak." The man stepped forward, pulling a steel longsword from a sheath on his hip.<br><br>"Oh you actually have a weapon?" The gargantuan man grinned as he stepped closer to the soldier. The only thing showing on his face was pure entertainment. He stepped forward and quickly rolled his shoulder back, stepping away from a downward swipe from the longsword. He laughed loudly and jumped back and spun to the side as the man jabbed at him wildly. "Do you even know how to use that thing?"<br><br>"You're quite cocky arent you?" The soldier looked a little worried as he continued to swing wildly at the big man. The man laughed more, dipping and dodging each swing, he almost couldnt stop his laughter as he ducked under a swing. The soldier however was not laughing and he threw a powerful and quick slash in his direction. Z was surprised by this attack, barely ducking out of the way only in time to take a cut across his cheek. Z rolled away from the soldier and brought a hand to his cheek slowly. <br><br>"You actually cut me..." He sighed and drew his sword from the sheath, parrying the longsword to the side with a powerful block and stopping him dead in his tracks with yet another. His face was solemn and sincere now, almost angry as he continued walking towards the man, blocking and parrying each and every swing of the sword. The soldier panted lightly and swung one final blow only to have it blocked and his shoulder cleaved down to his rib cage with a powerful downward swipe. <br><br>"I told you it was unfair." He kicked the larger soldier off of his sword and grabbed his pant leg, cleaning the blade of the sword off on his pants. He made sure the blade was shiny again before sheathing it and picking up the dinged longsword from the dirt. "I can sell this later..." He slid the blade into his belt before looking off in the direction of the blaring light. With a sigh he started walking down the highway, leaving his previous home layered with dead bodies.<br><br>"Only a few miles..." He adjusted the pack on his back and let his massive limbs carry him down the highway with a quickness not matched by many. Almost an hour later, he finally approached a large crater in the ground, his eyes wide from how deep it was. "What the hell?" He looked down and saw a young woman at the base of the crater. His first instinct was to go down and see if she was okay. His second instinct was to wait and see who would go down and lay claim to the woman. <br><br>"This place just gets weirder and weirder." He brought a hand to his cheek where the cut was and grinned. "Yet another story to tell of an easy victory." His massive calloused hand lowered to his belt, fingers hitching under the leather as he stood at the edge of the crater, looking out to the surrounding edges.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Angels Task -IC-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Ilos Effect</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 12:11:03</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">The armor in the elven woman's hands was ancient, a relic from her family's glory days when the world still breathed and beat with a furious rhythm. It still amazed the elf that this armor was still intact and still durable, you could see it's age by the many nicks in the tarnished silver, no amount of polish could bring back the luster it once had. It's design was simple, no fancy engravings or inlays, but it held her lineage, hundreds of years of stories about honor and glory. To her it was beautiful, physically flawed but held a sort of charm to it, much like herself. It made her proud to bare this armor.<br><br>She rose from her meager cot, ratty blankets falling from her naked body, exposing her scarred flesh. She took a moment to glance outside the grimy windows of her rundown home. The small section that had been <em>designated</em> for elven refugees was as busy as always, her kin on the dirt streets trying to peddle whatever scav they had found or trying to beg food or clothes from passerby. The elf ran her calloused fingers through her short-cropped black hair, letting out a sigh as she looked around for her clothing. Locating the simple (once) white, long-sleeved shirt with it's low-cut collar and her form-fitting dark brown linen pants, she quickly pulled the fabric on. Next she turned to her armor, dressing in a layer of fine steel chainmail before putting on the silver armor piece by piece. <br><br>As she was securing her boots, she heard a knock on the knotted wood door and she called out, "<strong>Who is it?</strong>" <br><br>"<em>Nevara? It's Adelaide, I have a request for you...</em>"<br><br>Nevara, took up her sheathed silver sword and made her way to the front door, prying it open, ignoring the obnoxious groan from the rusted iron bolts. A fairly young elven woman with long, dirty blond hair pulled up into a haphazard ponytail stood before Nev, she fidgeted with her torn shirt, her green eyes cast down at her feet. "<strong>What's wrong Adelaide?</strong>" she asked as she strapped her sword around her hips.<br><br>"<em>I-It's nothing terrible, not this time at least but--</em>" The young woman swallowed hard, "<em>Are you going to be heading out to patrol anytime soon?</em>"<br><br>"<strong>Yes, I'll be heading out here shortly, actually--why do you ask? What's happened?</strong>"<br><br>Adelaide flushed red, "<em>It's...I lost--</em>" She let out a sigh, "<em>A thief came during the night and stole my mother's ring. If you could...any information would be helpful. It's all I have left of her.</em>"<br><br>The warrior elf nodded, picking up her late mother's shield she gave Adelaide's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, about to promise her she'd look around when both women felt a violent jolt beneath their feet. Then suddenly a flash of blinding pure white light obscured Nevara's vision and all she could see was white. She could hear glass shattering from her windows and the screams of terrified women and children and then finally silence. Her vision returned, though spots continued to dance and daze and she looked to Adelaide. <br><br>"<em>Something fell from the sky!</em>"<br><br>"<em>Is this the true end!?</em>"<br><br>"<em>Are we all going to die?</em>"<br><br>Nev wasted no time to listen to the terrified cries of her kin, instead she ran behind her house to the makeshift stable her father had constructed before he passed. The large Black Shire mare whinnied as she approached and she cautiously approached, patting the giant beast and calming it down. She quickly saddled up the mare, just barely able to reach her leg up to the stirrup. When situated she ushered the horse out of the stable and then quickly pressed into her haunches. The six foot two inch horse took off with a heavy gait, down the beaten rode out of her village, not caring if she trampled on some human's foot or knocking a dwarf over. The horse continued at this pace down the old ruined road towards where she had initially seen the light before it had blinded her. It took sometime but when she arrived she slowed her mare, patting her neck&nbsp; to calm her down when they went too close to the enormous crater. "<strong>Easy girl, easy.</strong>" She cooed to the beast.<br><br>She led the horse around the crater, Nev could barely make out something at the bottom of that thing. Surprisingly no one else was here, she would have thought for sure scavengers and bandits would have beaten her here an already started spilling blood to claim the prize.<br><br>Instead she saw a burly man approach from the opposite direction. <br><br>Nev bit her lip, unsure what to do, it almost looked like a person was down in the middle of that hole...what if they were hurt? And what if that man was the start of the flood of scavengers she assumed would be here? There was no time to lose! Quickly the woman leapt off her horse and landed near the edge of the crater, she eyed the man suspiciously for a moment before examining the edge, wondering what her best route to the bottom was. If she positioned herself right, she could probably slide down the entire way without much fuss...Possibly, if there was nothing dangerous to get in her way.</div><br>quick sketch reference by me (http://i1162.photobucket.com/albums/q529/theiloseffect/New%20Stuff/7e5c9c8b.jpg) // armor (http://i1162.photobucket.com/albums/q529/theiloseffect/junk/236f6474.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>Wallflower20</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 07:13:17</strong>
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				Without many forests, if they could be called that anymore, Hana’s job kept getting increasingly difficult.&nbsp; Dust from the depleted earth kicked up around her ankles as she pranced off. She left her lovely chestnut mare in the heart of the main copse of trees, humming to herself as she sought fallen branches along her way.&nbsp; Mushrooms and herbs were rare, so she only stopped for them if she saw them, at least while she was on a mission for something else.&nbsp; A pouch on her belt already held a couple potatoes and a marshmallow root that she scavenged from the fields earlier that morning.&nbsp; Thinking of what else she might look for today, Hana continued swiftly onward with playful bounds.<br><br>Near the north edge of the copse, the ground graded down slowly to a well-traveled trade road, barren of trees at that point.&nbsp; &nbsp;The valley was a relatively safe route due to the rising earth on either side, with little cover for bandits and highwaymen.&nbsp; As such, Hana preferred to steak out this route, hoping a valuable wagon might come along with plenty of provisions.&nbsp; There was no problem for her to get to the passing wagons though, despite the lack of trees for cover.&nbsp; A few sizable rocks littered the slope, not large enough to hide anyone, or at least an average body; however, one particular rock was just big enough to hide Hana’s small figure with the aid of a little stage prop: just some painted canvas stretched over a wooden frame, to elongate the shape of the rock to passersby. <br><br>Approaching her hiding place with many a shifty look, she crouched and went as quickly as her little legs could take her. Reaching her rock without incident, she emptied her pockets into a cloth bag she brought with her, placing the bundle inside the frame of the rock prop. A finger flicked a heavy metal clasp open at the base of her neck, and she shrugged out of her cloak, folding it and resting it with her other things. All that was left now was to wait.&nbsp; As she lay down, the grass tickled her arms; she half dozed, resting her body while keeping her sharp ears open. <br><br>A good amount of time passed before she heard a disturbance, a subtle rumbling.&nbsp; Curling herself into a crouch, she fixed her mask to cover most of her face.&nbsp; The slope obscured the vehicles, but a dirt cloud was growing up the road, clearly signifying the traveling traders.&nbsp; They came into sight rather quickly, moving at a decent clip.&nbsp; Four horses pulled a large, long wagon with six wide wheels.&nbsp; As the first half passed her rock, she shot out in a full sprint.&nbsp; She was small, but she trained extra hard so she wouldn’t be at any physical disadvantage in any situation.&nbsp; <br><br>Upon launching herself into the back of the wagon, an array of merchandise assaulted her eyes.&nbsp; Picking out the valuable things quickly and leaving as soon as possible were skills at which she had become very proficient. General junk laid at the front: old farming tools in disrepair, some decent baskets, a few rather decent tool sets.&nbsp; Being sure there weren’t sentries, she made her way gingerly forward, stepping over some items having been knocked into the walkway on the journey. Gently used common machines, rugs, clothes, and new shoes were packed away neatly here. <br><br>And then came the good stuff.&nbsp; A locked box, no larger than her canvas rucksack, screamed of jewels or metal adornments.&nbsp; Kneeling down, Hana takes some sturdy picks from along her belt and soon releases the lock’s hold on the lid. Inside, a variety of jewelry was neatly stacked on velvet sheets, a rare item in themselves. She rolled up the many layers of velvet, trying to protect the organized precious gems and metals from disarray. Replacing the lock and tucking the roll into a large stomach pouch, she shifted onto her heels and spun, looking around at what else would be plausible to lift. <br><br>A pile of metal interested her after she caught glimpse of a shining panel. A small solar array was on top of the pile, surrounded by a blanket to secure it and prevent it from breaking. Lifting it slightly, she figured it was light enough for her to tie to her back with some rope she found near the entrance.&nbsp; A complicated object near it also caught her eye, but it was nothing she had seen or heard of before, probably meaning a failed technology or an original contraption the caravan was trying to sell. The investigation of this pile had more in store for her though; she spotted several beaten up batteries, looking to be in functional condition.&nbsp; <br><br>Pocketing them and shifting some other things around revealed a large off-silver capsule, easily as big as her torso. The patina was rusty and dusty, and there were buttons, vents, and keys on at least half of the device as she saw it, a precise crack running up the center of it, presumably running the whole length of the capsule.&nbsp; Able to place her leathered foot in a small space, she shifted her weight to that leg, on tip-toe, leaning into the strange device.&nbsp; Looking at the seam that split the capsule into hemispheres, she noticed common text. With gaping mouth and fresh eyes, she saw a power port, a command input pad, and a panel that removed to reveal complex machinery, no doubt. She recognized this now, a relic from the old wars, one of the most powerful weapons made, and so rarely seen that they’d come into legend. Turning the capsule gingerly, she read the tell-tale anacronym: MUMSA. <br><br>Too excited, she began plotting how to get this MUMSA out. While thinking and looking for materials to secure the capsule, she noticed other bits and objects with the same patina. Quickly snatching everything she could see that matched her prize, she went back to it, slowly sifting it out from under the smaller bits of metal and batteries that buried it. Just as she got it free, a loud bang sounded as the solar panel came toppling down, a large chunk of its support base having been removed. Hana heard voices up front, and she knew she had no time to lose. She scooped up the egg in her arms, noting how very heavy it was, and brought it up to her torso, shifting her weight to her leg on the outside of the pile. Tipping the capsule end over end, she brought it to the entrance of the wagon, lowering it to the road as much as she could before letting go, sending it rolling behind the caravan. Bounding back inside, she picked up the corners of the blanket cushioning the solar panel and brought them over her shoulder and under her opposite arm, forming a sling for it on her back. Shifting of body and canvas were heard as she ran at full speed off the end of the wagon. She kept moving as she landed, stumbling forward a little, but keeping her feet. There was still no cover, so she ran straight up the slope and dove into the sparse grass, hoping that she was high enough to not see her prone figure.&nbsp; <br><br>The traders stopped shortly before she landed herself into the ground. Crawling ahead, she knew she couldn’t afford to see their reaction to their lost cargo, or even if they saw her run; she had to get to higher ground so she could safely go retrieve her MUMSA. Soon she was able to get to her feet and backtrack, looking to the road frequently, frantically.&nbsp; Finally she spotted it. Taking leaps down the slope, she quickly closed in on the machine, though now cracked open, several lights blinking. Noises could be heard from whence she came as she slammed the capsule closed, half squatting while trying to rush off the road and up the slope again. The egg’s length stretched from her crown to her groin as she hugged it tightly to herself, waddling as quickly as she can.&nbsp; She felt degraded as an assassin and thief, having troubles transporting this thing and looking a fool while doing so. <br><br>Just as she started on her way toward the heart of the copse again, a blinding light appeared in the sky, streaking toward the ground at a steep trajectory, breaking off bits of light here and there. Maybe it was her lucky star: finding a MUMSA, then a potential for getting space junk? The day was perfect… or would have been if she had a cart.<br><br><div align="center">-~-</div><br>Hana arrived at her horse after the sun had moved significantly, her sweat breathing through her thin clothing, cooling her.&nbsp; Arms stiff and on fire, she let her wary legs buckle next to Maxine, the metal landing on a patch of grass enough to cushion the fall. Kneeling, she braced herself on her knees, forcing herself upright and forward to approach her favorite steed.<br><br>“Sorry, girl, I’m gonna have you carry this thing with me,” she said, patting the flank of her childhood companion.&nbsp; Maxine whinnies gently, eyeing the hunk of metal.<br><br>Untying the blanket from her chest, she gingerly reaches up to tie it off on one of many leather loops hanging from the back of her saddle. The gadget fit well on Maxine’s hind quarters, and as long as she didn’t go above a trot, she didn’t fear breaking anything. Now came the difficult part. She decided to get a length of rope from a saddlebag, tying the two ends around the capsule’s ends, one end longer and tied to the other loop, ensuring the rope didn’t slide off the ends of the capsule. Hana dragged the egg over to Maxine’s side, a couple hooves shifting in slight alarm. Hooking the rope sling onto her stirrup, she tightened the saddle, a short whinny of protest coming from Maxine. She hopped up expertly into her seat, careful to keep the rope hooked where she could grab it. Petting Maxine’s neck as she stooped, she pulled the heavy capsule up with a grunt, her back working extra hard. When she was almost vertical, the saddle began to slide, and she gritted her teeth in a final pull to bring it up with her. The mare was shifty, but remained relatively still as Hana held the capsule to her, pressing hard against her stomach and chest while trying to force it into the front half of the saddle. Sighing, she accepted that this would have to do, and she’d have to come back for her earlier treasures later, albeit reluctantly, considering her valuable&nbsp; cloak was there also. Looking over her shoulder, an old habit, she removed her face mask, tucking it into the collar of her shirt against her breast.<br><br>Leaning far to her left, she joltingly shifted her weight, straightening out her seat before grabbing the reins and guiding Maxine toward the crash site.<br><br><div align="center">-~-</div><br>Dust from the impact had settled for the most part, and a wide crater was clearly visible, even at a good distance.&nbsp; A few people had gathered already, which wasn’t surprising considering how long it had been since the crash. Several small groups of people gathered together, seeming to talk about something while looking over the edge of the crater. A few other people were set apart from the little groups: a burly warrior spattered with blood, a battle-ready maiden with a horse, a beggar of an old man. <br><br>She circled cautiously from far off, looking for the path of least resistance, deciding to come up amongst a few of the gawkers. Remaining mounted and keeping Maxine moving, if only slightly, she came up to the edge of the hole, realizing slowly what all the commotion was about. Thinking she might be able to convince the spectators that she was a collector from a research academy for the humans, thus claiming rights to the finds, she wasn’t concerned in being able to take what she wanted. But this… This was entirely different. The glowing woman in the pit looked completely unharmed, with no debris around her, hardly any protection from the sun, let alone a fall like that.&nbsp; Could this actually be space junk that their ancestors had sent out to come back some day?&nbsp; Tales of the advanced machinery grew tall, and the truth was diluted, but it could still be plausible that this was an android made to look exactly like human. Perhaps meant to be a spy, perhaps as a sexual toy for the wealthy… She spat at the last thought, reverting back to the spy theory; a falling government wouldn’t send a sex bot into space for a later date.&nbsp; She shiftily looked to the other spectators, trying to read them while thought about what this was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Angels Task -IC-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gavlois</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 08:29:36</strong>
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				"<em>Terra Perce</em>." Serana muttered under her breath. A hazel colored brightness forms at the front of the crystalline looking bow, staying there for a split second, then is released, forming a long, solid arrow which was imbued with the earthen element, sharpened to a point and hardened with the magic of her bracelet, feeling a bit of her strength sap away as she released it. The arrow was no longer nor thicker than her forefinger, but to dodge it would be quite a feat. It struck the lizard right through the torso, impaling it and killing it instantly.<br><br>The lizard was about the length of her forearm. Not very big, but had a good amount of meat that people were willing to eat. It had certain hard scaly leather on its back, great for some crude footwear if you knew how to sew it together. <br><br>The crystalline bow was tipped with large shards of some sort of see-through material, summoned by the bracelet around her wrist which emanated a soft glow of the same color as the bow itself, a deep amethyst purple. Long slender fingers wrapped around the handle of the bow, and when she released it, the energy it seemed to be humming with slowly faded away. The bow itself began to disappear as well, glowing white for a moment before fading away. <br><br>Taking a step towards the fallen lizard, her leather boots struck a small stone, unintentionally kicking it aside as she walked over to the carcass, picking it up by the tail. Reaching inside her cloak, she fumbled and took out a small dagger she always carried with her and began cutting off the limbs of the lizard. No one had any use for them. No meat, and tough skin that break any knife that isn’t magically protected.<br><br>Suddenly, a bright light blinded her vision from out of nowhere it seemed. Out of instinct, she let go of both the knife and the lizard, holding out an arm with a conjured fireball floating at the palm. Just as the light began to clear, an extremely loud rumbling sound could be heard, followed by shockwaves running through the ground below them, shaking the earth beneath her feet and causing Serana to fall backwards and landing on her behind.<br><br><em>What was that?!</em> She thought to herself. The sound of rumbling and the shaking of the earth could have only been caused by a large impact. It must have been extremely close for her to have felt it, no more than half a mile away at most. <br><br>She picked herself up off the ground, dusting off her cloak. She took off with a light sprint,&nbsp; boots pounding against the dry, dusty ground of the earth beneath her, heading towards the source of the noise. She couldn’t help but have some nervous thoughts. Such was the way the human mind worked. Fear of the unknown. <br><br>A short while longer, after approximately half a mile as she had predicted a massive crater was in sight. Her eyes immediately darted around the area, searching for clues of anything that might identify the source of such a powerful force. At first glance, nothing special.<br><br>Yet, as most of the dust settled, Serana could actually make out make out several figures surrounding the rather large crater. From such a large distance, she couldn’t make out if they were humans or elves, but it was certain that there was one of them who was very tall and large. She skirted around the crater, trying to peer into the depths of the impact since the dust was still settling. <br><br>Slowly clearing, he made out the form of a young woman. What was she doing there? Could she have been a victim of what caused it? No, couldn’t be. She was right in the center, her dress still white and untarnished by the environment. <br><br>Using an old trick taught by one of the books of Nature’s Whisper, she chanted a soft spell to detect magic. As it took effect, her senses were overwhelmed by her surroundings, magic seemingly emanating from everywhere within the crater’s vicinity. It was so strong, she could not even tell where it was coming from. It permeated the area, and stretched out for quite a ways. <br><br>If she didn’t stop the spell, she’d go crazy… There was way too much magic here for the simple human brain to comprehend, even one as skilled as hers in magic. She quickly ended the spell, collapsing to one knee before taking a deep breath and regained her bearings. <br>
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