Rufren Mayata - The Outlands
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				Title: <strong>Rufren Mayata - The Outlands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 20:22:39</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/Scarysquirrel/Desert_by_tincek_marincek.jpg)<br><br><br>The Outlands is mostly desert and rocky outcrops. Small towns reside in less wind-blasted corners, huddled between rock formations and near small tropical oases. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - The Outlands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 02:15:43</strong>
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				[Continued from Atayo City (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=73778.msg3232926#msg3232926) ]<br><br>Sasha had been all kinds of helpful on ways to impress, flatter, maybe even flirt with a water dragon. Give it roast chicken, daisy chains, coo over its nice blue scales, say how impressed you are with its <em>girth</em>...<br><br>Mostly ignoring her, Rufio had passed a wandering merchant on his walk from the GEST Outlands station. The merchant was one of the lucrative types who peddled his wares between the small backwater towns in the Outlands, hiking up prices on spices in one town only to sell for half price in the next. His team of mutant bison had grunted and groaned, blowing snot into the desert air as they came to a stop under duress from their master. <br><br>The merchant knew about the dragon, yes sir. Who didn't? News was all over the Outlands, pretty much every town! Last time it'd been seen, it was...<br><br>Rufio remembered the merchant's directions as he stalked out into the glaring wastes of the Outlands, wind whipping his dark hair about his face, pulling at his coat, which he tightened around his neck (despite being a desert, the wind carried a chill once it picked up). Sasha helpfully repeated the directions over and over like a mantra, the desert conditions infuriatingly not effecting her in the slightest as the bobbed along next to Rufio. She was so pleased to be on a different plane to hers and having an actual "adventure", that every now and then she stopped to plant an affectionate kiss on Rufio's wind-roughened cheek.<br><br>Rubbing sand from his eyepatch for the umpteenth time, Rufio blinked once more as the air about him became more humid, and the sand dropped somewhat. At first he thought he was under the effects of a mirage (being alone in the Outlands away from any of the towns tended to play with one's mind) until he licked dewy droplets of water from his arms. <br><br>"<strong>I think we're close now, Sasha</strong>."<br><br>Clapping excitedly, Sasha whooshed ahead of Rufio, a few metres away and around a towering rock formation, that looked like an enormous anthill. Cursing vehemently and jogging to catch her up, Rufio skidded to a halt as he rounded the corner.<br><br>Over Sasha's svelte shoulder basked Rufio's prize, lounging in the glaring sun.<br><br>Rufio cleared his throat.<br><br>"<strong>Ahem. Excuse me, sir dragon. I was wondering if....we could have a <em>chat?</em></strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - The Outlands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 03:10:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Huntsman.jpg)</div><br><strong>"<em>Chat?</em>&nbsp; Why in the world would you want to <em>chat</em> with it, my dear boy?"</strong><br><br>Rufio would suddenly become aware of the gentleman standing off to the left, who seemed to have been in the middle of eyeballing the formidable creature that, until recently, had been able to spend many comfortable hours in solitude on a lovely sunny afternoon.&nbsp; Not that one would think it to be a very cheery day, looking at him.&nbsp; Sunlight seemed to skirt nervously <em>around</em> him before wandering elsewhere, as though the very idea of touching him was abhorrent.&nbsp; His personal atmosphere was drab and muted like a crusty old painting one might find in a tomb, though a tomb was probably a sight more pleasant than this fellow.&nbsp; <br><br>He brought a hand to his hooked chin and seemed to contemplate something for a moment.&nbsp; <strong>"Unless of course you mean to discern its weaknesses.&nbsp; You seem quite crafty, friend!&nbsp; I applaud such forward thinking, even from someone who consorts with impish little tarts,"</strong> he remarked, making a gesture towards Sasha that was unpleasantly reminiscent of swatting a fly.&nbsp; <br><br>But that brief moment of recognition was all the attention he seemed willing to give.&nbsp; He turned on his heels and raised what looked to be a massive iron nail towards the dragon's head, tipping his head up so that he might look down his impressive nose.<br><br><strong>"What say you, beast?&nbsp; Will you accept the terms of The Hunt, or must I begin my attack without proper ceremony?&nbsp; I must confess it has been too many years since I've slain a dragon, and I am itching to give it another go.&nbsp; And a water dragon at that, in the middle of such desolation?&nbsp; A rarity within a rarity.&nbsp; Your head would surely make an excellent addition to my mantle."</strong><br><br>His eyes flicked away for a moment.&nbsp; <strong>"That is, if I still have any room left."</strong>&nbsp; Then back to the dragon, seeming to size up his dimensions.&nbsp; <strong>"Maybe with a bit of careful shifting.&nbsp; If not, I could settle for making a necklace out of your teeth, or perhaps a set of clothes from your hide.&nbsp; I'm not much one for fancy attire, but I could make an exception for such bejeweled scales as yours."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - The Outlands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 14:32:16</strong>
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				Rufio hadn't planned on any other parties reacting to the dragon's presence so soon. <br><br>The stoic figure standing just a few feet away from him caught him completely by surprise, and his blustering, almost stuffy manner continued to do so. Stunned, Rufio watched in horrid fascination as the gruff old man bartered and then threatened the glistening blue dragon. <br><br>Startled into reaction at the very end, Rufio raised his hands.<br><br><strong>"Wait!"</strong><br><br>Sasha was tugging excitedly at his sleeve, apparantly ignorant of the man's casual insult to her. Whispering wetly in his ear, the impess seemed more fixated on the black-clad hunter than on the reptilian prize.<br><br><em>Him...of the people to watch out for, this guy is one of them?!</em><br><br>Sasha concurred with vigorous nods of her head, her dull horns gleaming in the desert sun.<br><br>"<strong>Uh...Mister Black, isn't it? The infamous bounty hunter, is that right? I think...I'm Rufio Ecclestatch, from the Brimstone Burger Cartel in Atayo city. You might have heard of us...look, my employer wanted to discuss a...<em>business</em> proposition with you..</strong>"<br><br>Rufio's haggling was cut short by an angered cry. The dragon had apparantly recovered from his shock at having been tracked by two mortal man-things, and was responding to the situation in the time-tested manner which had saved his scaly hide for so long. Roaring, the glistening aquamarine reptile slithered out of his lounging position, spreading his claws, leathery membranes on the underside of its neck fanning out into a more threatening position. Not the largest of dragons, the wickedly curved fangs that gleamed within the black-gummed maw still looked as if they'd carve up minotaurs as <em>hors d' ouvres.</em><br><br>One thing about the water dragon was still odd, and Rufio noticed it on a low priority (the first being the enraged dragon, the second being the admirable old man who seemed intent on slaying said beast with a metal stick), but noticed it nontheless. When he had come upon the beast, it was reclining in the sun, spouting a shimmering fountain of water into the air, which rained down in a shower of blessed droplets upon a group of other figures. These people now shrieked with indignancy, and tried to cover themselves - for they were <em>nymphs,</em> their alien eyes completely dark blue, their skin luminous even in the daylight, their hair various shades of seaweed green and coral-pink. Sasha was baring her teeth at them and growling - imps, nymphs and fairies did not get along, no matter what plane they were on. Rufio had never established whether it was professional jealousy, or simple racism.<br><br>Whatever the reason, the four naked nymphs were shrieking insults at both men and the impess, covering their bountiful (and inspiringly <em>pert</em>) bodies with their hands. Rufio eyed them (the man couldn't help but) and wondered how long it would be before they began to rain magic down upon the aggressors who had apparantly ruined their desert-spa and seemed intent on killing their host.<br><br><strong>"...and if you'd like a real challenge, it begins now. We start off by capturing, or perhaps even wooing this great animal here, without injury or death, preferably. What say you?!" </strong> Rufio's voice rose to a shriek over the dragon's bellowing, challenging roar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - The Outlands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 22:19:40</strong>
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				The two and a half Oligarchs marched along, getting increasingly close to the dragon's hideout. A loud roar reached their ears, signaling to them that something had already started. Lilith continued to bounce happily along on Valentine's shoulder, much to his discomfort. As they grew closer and closer to the dragon, the heat seemed to die down a little, increasing hints of moisture in the air. Even the wind seemed to be quiet, as if the stage was set for a large confrontation. Valentine stopped as they entered visual range, confirming two figures, the dragon, and a slew of other creatures.<br><br>Setting Lilith down, he began to enter a battle state. A double edged sword appeared in his hands, but not really for the purpose of fighting. Lilith, though still a little hyper, knew what he wanted to do and frowned. Grudgingly, the blonde princess stuck her hand out and grabbed the weapon by the blade. Valentine pulled the sword out with relative force, but not much- causing a gash to appear on her hand and blood to start flowing out. Being a half-demon, she did possess a quick regeneration ability, so Lilith took the opportunity to draw a magic circle around herself- in blood of course. The sparkle in her eyes seemed to disappear as the excess power was drained through the lost blood, while also letting her be more useful whilst in the circle. <br><br>"Valentine. Bow. We will engage the two humanoids. Dragonslayer; You do your job." she commanded, seemingly back to her collected self. She was quite a distance away, the two figures only slightly visible through heat shimmers and dust. An intricate, but quite large bow appeared in Valentine's hand, along with more than enough arrows. The bow seemed quite powerful, and certainly hard to draw for somebody with a slim figure like Lilith. Of course, she was surely not normal. In a few moments, a magically charged arrow (thanks to the circle) shot through the air at an incredible speed, with deadly accuracy. However, the distance was quite far, and the arrow strayed from Rufio's head and towards the impish creature beside him.<br><br>As if on cue, Valentine dashed towards the pair with incredible speed for a fully armored man, shield and spear in hand. The pair were actually quite good at battle, despite not having much raw power- they made up for that with tactical positioning and planning. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - The Outlands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 02:49:01</strong>
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				Ducard had heard mention of the Brimstone Burger Cartel, and that the Cartel man wanted the dragon alive. By that logic alone, slaying the dragon was the preferable option. Even if Lilith reaped benefit from its death, it would be safer (though only minutely) for a member of the same organization to benefit than their rivals, who would profit from it being alive. There wasn't much time to think, so that simple logic would be all that the Oligarch could rely on.<br><br>Without summoning a demon, something he no longer had the time for, Ducard would have to engage the creature himself. And the first thing that would be necessary for that would be to have both his legs fully functional. Thus, he hesitated for only a moment, flexing the muscles in his leg before there was a loud snapping sound from the wood that caused the limp. Mere moments later, and he was sprinting forward, far faster than a normal man, and easily outstripped Valentine. Valentine was fast for a man in armour, but Ducard was faster than any human in their prime could be.<br><br>The staff, wielded with smooth finesse, was held behind his back as he sprinted towards the dragon, quickly planning how to engage the beast.<br><br>(I'd consider the dragon your character, Ramael, so by all means.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - The Outlands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 23:28:17</strong>
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				The dragon let out a bellowing roar, the ground even shaking a little from the soundwaves. Apparently, it didn't enjoy so much unwanted company, and was now trying to kick everyone out. Within a few seconds of the roar, a huge downpour of rain started to come down. The rain wasn't the type you'd find in an everyday shower, but instead a thick, heavy wall of water that continuously poured down onto the dry ground. Vision was close to none, heavy drops of water pelting everyone in the area. <br><br>The sounds of thunder crackled as occasional flashes lit up the battlefield, the small dragon stirring from its resting place and preparing to remove the intruders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata - The Outlands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 23:36:43</strong>
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				The already gaunt and unusual man had stood calmly before the enraged roaring of his reptilian prey, and had even seemed unperturbed by the angry tittering of the naked nymphs that bounced and jiggled like so much curvaceous jailbait beneath the creature's azure scales.&nbsp; Even the one-eyed man and his impish consort had only been enough to momentarily break his concentration.&nbsp; But now he was interrupted by three more very unusual individuals, two of which seemed intent to kill him and all the other would-be hunters, and the other who had the smarts to focus on the real thread--the dragon.<br><br>And suddenly the jovial--if severe seeming--man looked positively <em>livid</em> with rage.<br><br><strong>"Now see here, you uncouth ruffians!"</strong> he bellowed above the rumble of thunder and rain until his voice crackled through the atmosphere like a bolt of lightning.&nbsp; <strong>"As you are all <em>clearly</em> nothing more than ill-mannered, slack-jawed barbarians who care nothing for proper conduct regarding The Hunt, I will have to assume that you are offering me an invitation.&nbsp; An invitation that reads quite simply:&nbsp; 'I wish to be skinned alive by <em>your</em> hands.'&nbsp; I will be more than happy to oblige you all."</strong><br><br>Rushing to what may have been the defense of Rufio and Sasha, Valentine would suddenly find himself the target of a cruel and primitive looking weapon that seemed intent on literally nailing him to the ground like a butterfly to a block of wood.&nbsp; The attack came from the front--no wait--it came from the left.&nbsp; The right?&nbsp; From behind?&nbsp; Perhaps it was the poor visibility brought on by the dragon's magic, but the Huntsman's assault did not seem to originate from any single direction.&nbsp; It seemed to come from all sides all at once, flowing from point to point as if searching for just the right angle, then plunging forward with lethal intent.&nbsp; 
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