Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf & vampire07)
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				Title: <strong>Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-06-2015, 23:06:17</strong>
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				There was a slow trickle of sweat, running down the spine of Theo Porden (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BmdDA7UeNpg/UlGgDPixgFI/AAAAAAAATfE/OhxBSl_a9E8/s1600/PryceLewis.jpg), as he peered through the lush foliage, towards the tower, where it stood in the middle of a clearing, deep in the jungles of Phu Duong. He and a handful of other Ticknor Detectives had landed in the new colonies the Republic of Ruca had claimed on these foreign shores, just weeks ago, after a long voyage by steam ship, looking for a man. Well, not a man but a wizard by the name of August Walter Oswald, a wanted renegade. August had been a member of the Royal cabal of Wizards, before the revolution had swept through the old Kingdom of Ruca and had committed atrocities in the name of the monarchy. When the King had fallen, the wizard had fled, with many valuable texts and artifacts.<br><br>At first, August had fled to nearby nations, to keep the new Republic armies from seizing him and agents and soldiers had been stopped at the borders. However, the bounty hunters that came next, had forced him to flee from the civilized world all together, just five years after the final battles of the Revolutionary Wars. For nearly forteen years, no word of him could be heard but a year ago, when the first colonists landed on Phu Duong, rumors began to filter back, until there was enough proof to hire several Ticknor Detectives, to hunt him down. The trail had led them past the frontier, into the wilds of the thick jungle, choked with vines and unknown plants.<br><br>Theo dragged his sleeve across his forward, mopping up sweat and mentally cursed this place. It was even unbearably hot after the sun went down but at least he didn’t feel like he was drowning on the humidity anymore. That would return with the sun but at this midnight hour, it was not a concern and he was thankful for that. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind, this was the hiding place of his quarry and that meant, there would be fight, when he and his men stormed the tower.<br><br>The Ticknor moved from his spot in the brush, to look back at his men. He stood at a good five feet and ten inches tall, with a solid build from a youth as a boxer and his adult life as a Ticknor. Large, almost swollen looking knuckles, covered in old scars, dominate rough hands. A number of new scars, also decorate his form, mostly along his chest and ribs, from several attempted stabbings, thanks to his choice in profession. His hair, a light brown in color, a few inches in length, is curly and slightly wild, resisting attempts to tame it but instead is covered with a black bowler. His facial hair, which matches that on his head in color and curliness, is styled into what is called a friendly muttonchop. Bright blue eyes peer around a nose, which is remarkably straight for a boxer, with only a few slight kinks to suggest it was broken more than once. <br><br>“This is the place boys” said Theo, as he checked his double barreled shotgun (http://picturearchive.gunauction.com/6345141857/9400120/acf860c.jpg) and his revolver (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/94/Smith_%26_Wesson_No._3_Third_Model_Russian_867.jpg), making sure both were loaded with new cartridges, lest there be a jam or misfire from the wet and dirt of the jungle. Around him, the others did the same with a number of rifles, shotguns and pistols. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vampire07</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 01:51:17</strong>
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				Within the jungles of Phu Duong were animalistic humans who believed in the system of Master and Slave. (http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/156/1/c/Seductive_Beauty_by_Arctic_Sekai.png) Kunthola or her Master called her Lillian, was from a lowly ranked family so she was forced into slavery. Within the silent tower she wore the short blue and black skirt, paired off with the tight corset, her long black hair was braided from her face. Within her slender hands was a tray of hot stew, mead and bread. Knocking on the door as she used the flare of her hip to push the door open.<br><br>"Master August, I-" Her amber eyes went wide as the elderly man lashed out at her with his staff. He knocked the steaming stew up into her face and the force of his spell sent her into a wall which broke every dish that was on the tray.<br><br>"I told you before....You inferior flea bag! NEVER BOTHER ME WHEN I'M WORKING?!" He howled at her and Lillian felt the stone walls vibrate from his howl. <br><br>Lillian laid her ears back with her turning her head to shield herself from his shouting, him lashing her with his staff. The leopard was slender yet with an hour glass figure. With little food to take in she didn't have the muscle mass; now bruised and limping she left her Master to his work and her right eye was swollen shut. With the door shut she touched her eye as her fingers glowed softly to have the eye heal right away. Blinking her right eye to see through it clearly but she kept her secret of her magic usage to herself. The tower was moist from the heat the jungle gave off and the stone held on to the heat very well. Lillian walked by a large window but in the beating locks of her black hair had worked loose; reaching up she tucked her hair away from her face. The act itself didn't bring her attention to Theo and his men sneaking up to the tower. Lillian wasn't worried since the Tower was in the middle of nowhere. <br><br>"I wish the great Gods of Phu Duong will provide me a way out of this man's abusive servitude..." Those were her last few words before she reached the main floor and opened the main double doors to let some fresh air in. Her duties were to serve the old man in any way he wanted, some acts she couldn't scrub off no matter how many baths she took. Today will mark where her true loyalty lies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 03:00:13</strong>
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				Few things, at least in Theo’s experience, were more nerve wracking, than sneaking up on a wizard’s lair. This wasn’t the first magic user he had hunted down and what really played hell with his mind, was wondering what sort of traps and alarms were laced about, woven from the energy of the universe, which no human sense could detect? Would he step in the right place and suddenly be struck down by lighting from a clear sky? Would going through a doorway cause alarm bells to ring, readying the wizard to do battle with the intruders? Would touching a wall summon forth from unknowable horror to rip him and his companions to shreds? <br><br>Still, as the seven Ticknors crept across the clearing, everything seemed to be going well. The moon was bright enough to let them see where they were going but at the same time, cast plenty of shadows to hide in. Things changed as they neared the door. Without warning, they began to open, as if by themselves, to welcome the hired goons into the tower and their doom. Proden’s heart dropped into his stomach. Weapons went up at once, as if their welders believe the wizard would be there to greet them himself. <br><br>But it was not the wizard. To Theo’s great relief, it was one of the local......he couldn’t remember what they called themselves. They were human-like cats, or at least, that was the best why he could put it. No doubt the great learned men had some name for their race but it wasn’t important to his job or his profession. He had seen some of them at the port of New Pernrith but from what he had been told in the colony, most of the clans had moved further inland, to get away from humans.<br><br>Without a word, he tossed his shotgun over to one of his man and lunged forwards, hoping to grab the girl, quickly and quietly. he didn’t know if she was slave or an ally of the renegade but he couldn't let her raise the alarm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vampire07</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 03:13:11</strong>
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				Her kind was call Jurlath, but Lillian's amber eyes landed on the human men but as Theo reached out for her she turned to duck low. Avoiding his grasps but one of his companions managed to race forward, grabbed her hair which yanked her back to whip the long hair around her head to gag her.<br><br>"Wheres the Wizard?" Lukas asked softly in her ear which made her blush. Lillian's tail flicked back and forth as her ears were the most sensitive spots for a feline. Though her eyes were on the men knowing if she stayed silent they may be killed and she'd be still stuck here. So had her prayers been answered? Tapping his hand gently to get some slack so she could speak.<br><br>"I tell you where and how to find him....Let me go." With a low voice she spoke to Theo as it was clear to her he was the leader of this group. Those who were keen to their surroundings can pick out who was the Alpha or the lowly Omega of packs. Theo was the Alpha within this pack of humans. When the man let her go she walked to Theo. "Right there is a set of stairs...Skip the fourth step down and the eleventh one as well. Go through the hall but the last door is on the left is where he is. He's bit hard of hearing so sneak in." The men were questioning on why Lillian was betraying the Wizard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 03:52:33</strong>
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				Theo almost growled with frustration, as his outstretched hands, missed the girl. His fingertips brushed against soft fur but that was all he was going to get of the girl, as his lung carried him past her. Luckily, he was not the only one to realize she needed catching. Another Ticknor, a fellow by the name of Lukas, came in right behind him and got his hands on her. The senior detective mentally winced, when he noticed that she had been grabbed by the hair but until he knew if she was friend or foe, he wasn’t going to let that affect his treatment of her. If there was cause, he’d kill her, if he had too. <br><br>However, it didn’t seem like that was going to be the case. It didn’t take more than a question or two, to get to give up the location of the wizard and she even told them what steps to avoid. It was almost too easy. Almost every servant or slave, would have been frightened by armed men bursting into the building and would have cried or begged not to be hurt, before being able to answer their questions. She gave the answer right away. Was this a trap? If they followed her directions, would they survive to see the dawn? <br><br>Theo looked down at her, wondering for a moment, as his companions started to mutter. He tried to keep his eyes on her face, looking for falsehood or deception there but his eyes slipped now and then, taking in more details about the being standing before him. Her figure would have been lovely on any race and her people had a lovely exotic nature about them. Then take into mind, the corset she was wear, well lets just say, he understood why the the wizard was keeping her around his tower. <br><br>“Well girl” said the Ticknor, drawing his eyes away from her chest and locking them on her eyes, “Why are you betraying your master?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vampire07</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 04:13:46</strong>
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				Lillian stood there seeing the men didn't trust her directions of how to kill her Master. Theo's question did bring up a valid point on why she was doing this.<br><br>"Would you stay with someone who beats you for doing your duties and use you? He leaves me with very little food and I managed to survive within this jungle. I'm tired of being beaten and I want to be free from him." Whispering to him and his men but with her slender wrists she managed to work herself free. Moving before Theo and his companions she wrapped her tail around Theo's wrist. "I'll lead....I can handle his spells if he decides to attack." <br><br>Without another word she pull Theo along behind her but released her tail from his wrist. Leading the group to the right then down the stairs but stopped them. At the fourth step she shined a torched lite down on the step showing when stepped on it would sink. She moved the light up to the wall showing holes where arrows would have been shoot out of. "See..." Lillian looked over her shoulder then lead them further down to the eleventh step where this one released flames. Turning down the hall she lead them to the left door at the end where she looked to them. "Should I turn the knob or stand aside?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 06:35:57</strong>
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				Of all the scenarios, Theo had thought of, as he planned his assault on the tower, being led right to his target, through the traps by a slave girl, was not among them. And yet, here he was, being have dragged behind such a lovely example of that class of people. All plans seemed to have been thrown out, as his men followed behind, half worried she would rouse the wizard and half hoping that her claims of abuse were true, so they could trust her. So far, it seemed that they could, as she demonstrated the twin perils of the stairs and safely to the door, behind which she claimed the wizard work. <br><br>He considered her willingness to opening the door, as his shotgun was returned. His first thought was to half her stand aside, this was no business for her to get involved in. But as he was about to tell her to stand aside, a thought occurred to him. Should the wizard be looking towards the door or hear it swing open, although the latter was less likely, if he was truly hard of hearing, whichever of his boys open the door, was going to catch a blast of magic in the chest. However, if it was just the wizard’s slave, the old bastard might turn back to his work and be taken by surprise. <br><br>“Open the door girl” said Theo, as his men moved to flank either side, ready to rush in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vampire07</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 06:45:34</strong>
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				Lillian nodded as she understood the men's point of view in a way but she turned and opened the door slowly. Gently she nudged it open as the man was facing the door but looking down at his book. Silently signaling the men as she stepped into the room noticing the mess she hadn't cleaned up. Out of habit she turned to pick up the broken dishes the sound of clay on clay got August's attention and wrath.<br><br>"I told you..." His long strides carried him to her and grabbed her slender tail to yank her back. <br><br>Yelling in pain at her tail being yanked then the staff being slammed into her back. She heard the wooden staff crack abit. "You're getting frail old man!" She growled as he hit her harder only to have his staff break. Her so called poking the bear was to distract him while Theo and his men got into place. Blood seeped through her corset then she was kicked in the ribs, broken with her rolling across the floor unable to breathe. Lillian got to her knees and smirked while Lukas and the others moved in to cover August with the hammers of their shotguns and revolvers ready. August heard the sound as his hands were engulfed in flames but while the attention was among the men, Lillian snuck out of the room coughing up blood but her healing spell was slowly mending the internal damage.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 08:18:40</strong>
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				it was an odd sensation, as the door was pushed open. It was a mixture of feelings, fear and excitement mixing together, making hearts race, along with a sharpening details.The slightest&nbsp; squeak of the hinge sounding like a blaring trumpet, calling out over over a battlefield, each beat of the heart, the crack of a smith’s hammer on steel. And yet, no blast of magic issued forth. The slave girl was able to walk in and begin to clean, signaling them to follow her, even as the voice of an old man was raised in anger. <br><br>Quickly, Theo and his six compatriots slipped into the room, each of them going low, moving to get behind bookshelves or tables. It was hard, as the sound of cane or staff, striking hard at yielding flesh, echoed across the room, mingled with cries of pain and the breaking of wood. Of course, anyone who knew of August Walter Oswald, knew well the length he would go to for cruelties. Comparing this beating with what he had done in the name of the last king of Ruca, well he might seem nice. <br><br>Still, the Ticknors were almost in position, before their luck began to change. One of their number, a rather young fellow, had forgotten to cock the hammer of his revolver, while they had been outside the door and in his eager haste, did so right then. The sharp, sudden click, gave them away. Almost at once, the wizard turned from his torment of the girl, his hands raised and sheathed in flame. There was a shout and suddenly, magic was flying. The boy died, fist size balls of fire exploding on his chest and stomach.<br><br>And then, the shooting began.<br><br>The first rounds were wild, fired from the hip, as more blasts of flame torn at their cover. Not from Theo though, he continued to crawl or jump, turning to get around the old wizard, as his men began taking aimed shots, none of which fund their mark, as the old bastard wove shields or torn at the bullets with blasts of gale forced wind. However, one can only wield magic, where one can see and everyone, wizard or not, can be shot in the back. As a second man screamed a death cry, Theo jumped up behind the wizard and pulled both triggers of his shotgun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vampire07</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 08:28:43</strong>
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				Lillian could hear the screams from within that room as she could heal them but that would give away what she's been learning or stealing from August. Sitting in the hall with her wounds healing itself she looked back seeing Theo moving to bring his revolvers to her Master's back. It seemed the man felt the steel touching his back but he ordered Lillian to help. She stood up and walked to the door while some of the men looked back and forth in confusion.<br><br>"No..." Her hand was still on her ribs it was August who saw her hand and knew what she had done. <br><br>August moved forward as if to expand his wrath but one of the men rushed out and low bringing his dagger up slicing the man's stomach open. August stopped short of Lillian even the cut was healing.<br><br>"Hit him again. This time....The head." She advised Theo and his men as her breathing became strong and regular once more like the beating didn't happen. August tried to fight back but the men were trying to bring him down with a hail of bullets. August was dividing his magic up to healing and fighting. Lillian couldn't fight him but she looked to Theo. "PLEASE! KILL HIM!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 09:12:50</strong>
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				Even as he pulled the triggers, Theo could feel the wind whipping around the wizard, bring that shield of wind around to face the dual blasts of buckshot. A snarl crossed his lips, as the Ticknor dodged a response, fire scorching the wall behind where he had been standing. More lead flew at the wizard, the old man was holding his own, which hadn’t been unexpected from which a skilled man, he had been part of a royal cabal after all. It wasn’t until the girl reappeared, that aa chance at victory appeared. For some reason, she drew the attention of the wizard and while she held that, one of his men struck.<br><br>Brave and bold as brass, the Ticknor lunged forwards, knife in hand and struck the old man a blow across the belly, splitting his gut open. Thanks to his accused healing spells, the wizard did not die but continued to stand and fight but he was weakened. As energy went to healing, it was taken from defense, bullets began to graze the wizards, tearing at clothing and skin, even as the slave girl cried out for them to kill her master. In desperation, the old man wildly flung about the balls of fire. <br><br>But Theo braved the storm of magic, walking towards the old man, revolver in hand and aimed with a steady, professional gunslingers wrist. August screaming in rage, turning to smite the man, when his screams turned to pain. A bullet had found its mark and then more, as the defenses around the wizard fell away, hot lead tearing into his body. The screaming stop, when Theo pulled the trigger, scoring a hit, between the man’s eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vampire07</strong> on <strong>01-07-2015, 02:12:44</strong>
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				Lillian couldn't stand to see her Master being killed even when one of the men sliced her Master's stomach open. The screaming had stopped and the sounds of fighting had come to an end. She turned to see her Master laying there on the ground, blood spilling on the stone floor, it wasn't long one of the Ticknors approached her asking about the Spell books and Artifacts. <br><br>"Huh?" Lillian didn't know what they were talking about but she watched them tear the place apart trying to find the artifacts. It wasn't long she was following them out from a distance up until she was hiding on the train. By law Theo was her new Master as she assumed he knew the by laws. Though when one of the men from Theo's Unit found her, they grabbed her and yanked her along.<br><br>"Sir, we got a stowaway!" He announced.<br><br>"Please you don't understand! He's my Master!" She grabbed hold of the man's hand trying to get him to release her. "Your....Leader is my new Master by law." That's when the men were asking that's why she allowed them to kill August. "I wanted to get away from him but if I killed him then I'm killed. A servant without a Master is nothing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>04-07-2015, 09:19:57</strong>
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				They had been able to find most of the artifacts and scrolls, August had taken with him, when the wizard had fled the republic. Of course, they found dozens of others, which were not on their list and were free to take for profit. Other treasures were found, as they ransacked the tower, hard currency, jewels and other assorted items of wealth. They had left with heavy sacks and bulging pockets. Of course this did not the return trek through the jungle any more pleasant than the march in had been. As it was, it was a great relief to reach the frontier and a train station, to finish the journey back to the sea and to a steamship to carry them back to proper civilization. <br><br>In fact, Theo had been taking advantage of the comfort of the train, sleeping in a cabin, which his men had gotten for the couple of days it would take to reach the port of New Ellisburg, when the sound of a struggle awoke him. Blearily, he blinked away sleep, the door to the cabin was pulled open and two of his men stepped in, half dragging the native slave girl, from the wizard’s tower, with them. For a moment, he looked at her in surprise. What was she doing here and why had she followed them? <br><br>“And just what are you doing” he asked, having missed the conversation outside in the passageway, ‘Why didn’t you go home girl?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: A Change in Ownership (IrishWolf &amp; vampire07) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vampire07</strong> on <strong>05-07-2015, 04:46:22</strong>
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				Seeing Theo coming out as she struggled harder but the man held her even tighter.<br><br>"Sorry sir. I'll throw her out."<br><br>"NO! He's my Master! I have to go where he goes." She said as the man commented Theo is no one's Master. "He is mine when he killed August. By the law of the Land if one kills a slave owner he owns that slave until he or the slave dies." She recited the law to them but that didn't stop him from dragging her but her nails sank into the wood panel of the Train. "You send me back they'll kill me!" She pleaded. "A rejected Slave is marked for death immediately...Even if you said you don't want the slave that's became yours they'll kill the slave right in front of you. Rejected means something is wrong with them that they can or no longer fit as a slave to ANY ONE!"
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