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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2014 22:42:27 GMT -8
It was shortly past dusk, a light mist collecting over the surface of the nearby river. Donar had arranged for the meeting to take place in the Seattle--specifically near the foot of Mt. Ranier. The place was technically on the outskirts of werewolf territory (the Stormclaw Pack), so it was sure to not be "home turf" for anyone. The air was just beginning to grow brisk, even for the two pale figures standing beneath one of the towering trees, huddled in their leather jackets. A duffel bag lay in the grass beside them.
Donar stood leaning against the trunk of the tree, gazing blearily out over the landscape. A lithe woman stood next to him, pacing slowly between the river and her companion.
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Post by Edon on Oct 15, 2014 9:06:50 GMT -8
the faint rumblings of a motorbike could heard off in the distance. Its light pierced through the darkness and the fog and quickly came into view. Two figures sit atop the bike
Its rider dismounted, stood bold and upright. His copper hair reflected the last moments of the setting sun. His eyes were a greenish hazel, alert and cautious. His accoutrements were refined and well planed. Among them a thick leather belt hanging lazily to one side with two wolves carved into a horseshoe shaped bucked. The leather was burdened by two swords on his left, adjacent to a third on his other side. The first sword was reminiscent of early 16th century. It was a rapier with ornate decorations and gilding.
The second was peculiar. The scabbard newly constructed in a medieval style. The dye gave off a new leather smell. The grip and handle though were covered in cloth. It would be hard to tell exactly what kind of sword this was but something seemed off about it. The third was a 13th century sword and looked quite old but looked the most well cared for of the three weapons. Behind Edons back was a forth weapon. A long pointed rondel dagger used for penetrating armor.
It was not a hidden or deceitful weapon, simply it a difficult place for another to reach in a grapple while faced to face. The figure removed a long bar near the bottom of the bike, it was longer then the vehicle itself and within moments it was clear he held in his right hand held a fifth weapon. It was a long spear about 6 feet in length. A steel butt on the back and an inflexible straight diamond shaped blade that currently was pointing upwards. It was held at ease.
Covering the front of his chest was a black armor of unknown material and construction. It seemed to mimic older armor styles but it was not made of steel. Upon his breast was a golden Fleur de lis of a tribalistic style. A cravat spilled from his neckline, a A rosary of reds and blacks resting upon it. The mans face wore a friendly smirk as his left hand brushed away a lock of hair.
He bows towards the two figures with a gesture of respect and courtesy, keeping his eyes forward at all times. "It is a pleasure to meet you both. If i may i would like to introduce to you to Lucian." He motions to the other man on the bike.
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Post by Admin on Oct 15, 2014 10:52:35 GMT -8
Donar flicked an amused glance over the two as they rode up, taking silent note of the variety of weapons. The woman beside him stopped pacing, gaze now fixated on her would-be opponents.
"Yeah," Donar replied, "we've met. Briefly. Not too much traffic here in the temperate rain forest, I hope?" he snickered. For the moment, the feral remained where he was, just watching the other two through unsettling black eyes.
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The Duel
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Post by lucan on Oct 15, 2014 13:37:29 GMT -8
Silently, the second rider dismounts the motorcycle and settles himself before turning toward Edon and the pair beyond him. Sporting little more than a pair of beaten denim trousers, an old t-shirt, and a white hoodie, his only distinguishing feature lies emblazoned on his breast in the form of a red cross patched onto the outside of his hooded sweater. Across his back and shoulder, respectively, hang a large pizza box and a cardboard poster tube which he adjusts with one hand almost absentmindedly.
Striding over to Edon at the introduction, he bows slightly in acknowledgement. As his head comes up, the fading light illuminates his face just enough to make out features as inscrutable as the mists that began to surround the clearing. In a soft baritone he says, "Well met, Donar of Clan Thornwood." He inclines his head at the woman standing between Donar and the river. "If I have had the pleasure of your acquaintance, my lady, the hour escapes me. I am Lucan Falkasius."
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Post by Edon on Oct 15, 2014 14:16:14 GMT -8
He gazed deep into Donar trying unravel him (evaluate). To understand him as best he could. to figure out just what kind of fighter he was? When he could learn no more from a glance he turned his eyes the woman Donar had brought as his second (evaluate) (Edon continues to evaluate them all the way until they are fully armed) . Lucan and Edon were equals in their own right. Was it possible Donar managed to find a fighter as strong as himself? was Donars second his apprentice of some sort? Could Donar produce someone he thought of as his equal? Was he confident in his power and position to allow such a person close to him? Or is this a friend overseas who simply is not a rival due to geography? The werewolves mind was racing. His eyes became slightly wider then normal for just an instant.
“I of course am Edon. My last name is of little importance. I have not used it since I was human. I would like to if I may to propose some ground rules for this,” he pauses “performance. I would like to request that no projectiles, explosives or drugs be used. Bullets move at a set speed, we do not. Explosives have their place but they might attract attention" he looked around and wondered if that was really true. "And finally drugs are just sloppy. Its Pandoras way. It does not need be ours. And out of respect for allowing me to be Lucans second, I will not transform. The purpose of this demonstration i feel will be best severed as teams of two to inflict a torso wound or 3 limb wounds to incapacitate the other two. I have extra bandages in my motorbike and I have a few stuffed in my sleeves should there be any complications. I do not wish this to be an honor duel or a judicial duel, but a test of skill at arms. Are these amiable terms? If not, please do not hesitate to recommend your own”
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2014 8:05:06 GMT -8
Donar was standing with a certain casual ease, hands in his pockets, but the stance did little to hide the feral's muscle. And if their previous interactions were any hint, Edon would likely suspect him to be far faster than he belied. As far as the ferals were concerned, Donar was arguably the best warrior they had--otherwise he would not have survived anywhere near this long. He was on the tall side of average and athletically built, his skin marred somewhat frequently with scars (8 resilience). Edon would just barely catch a glimpse of tightly-woven body armor beneath his loose-hanging jacket and tank top (8 armor, of the highest quality. Any weapons or armor they produce are also considered high quality unless otherwise noted). When his gaze returned to the feral leader, he would note that those impossibly dark eyes were piercing through him in a similar manner.
His companion was smaller and lithe, but with no lack of tone, herself (6 resilience). As far as Edon could tell, the only protection she wore was the thick leather jacket that hung on her frame (4 armor). Dark brown hair hung well past her shoulders, but it had for the moment been woven into a braid out of the way. She was arching a brow at Lucan as he greeted them, gazing at him in silent consideration. For the moment, she remained quiet, though offered a polite recline of her head in response.
Donar chuckled, grin pulling back enough to reveal a glint of fang. "Ever the gentleman, eh? Nah, don't think any of you have met 'er. This is my second, Zilfa."
He listened quietly as Edon rattled off terms for the duel, nodding as he went. "Yeah, we were thinkin' along similar lines. I'll add a couple more things, if no one objects." He held up a hand, counting off on his fingers as he listed further stipulations. "No magic, no silver, and no UV. That's not what we're here for." He gazed evenly at both of them, searching for any sign of objection. "If you don't got weapons that'll work for those rules, I brought some I can provide. Amenable?"
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Post by lucan on Oct 17, 2014 9:00:09 GMT -8
"Well met, Zilfa." intones Lucan in the same soft voice before allowing Edon and Donar to continue. He stands quietly murmuring a few words in prayer as the two immortals lock gazes with each other, his own eyes surveying the surroundings once more. As Donar concludes his addendum to Edon's terms, Lucan adds his own. "I believe we have all the weaponry we require," he begins, "but we are not here simply to test each other's mettle, Imperator Brooker. The relic which I would see kept safe--does our agreement stand?" His tone was level, respectful, but the force of will behind them was strong as steel as he sought Donar's black eyes with his own.
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Post by Edon on Oct 17, 2014 10:06:10 GMT -8
Edon pauses for a moment. "Everything is amendable except for magic. Do you wish to see how a werewolf and a vampire fight as a team? Together Lucan and I, task force members, are an incredible power to be reckoned with. Pandora fears us. Allow us to impress you and show you why."
Edon fidgets with his armor tightening the straps and making sure everything is secure. (his armor jumps to 10)
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Post by Admin on Oct 18, 2014 17:14:26 GMT -8
At the discussion regarding magic, Donar curled a lip back, opening his mouth for what was no doubt a disdainful response, but he stopped short when Zilfa held up a hand.
"Let them, Donar. If magic is permitted, it is permitted for all of us." She quirked a smile at Lucan. "Though I might stipulate magic is fine, but no healing until the duel is over--otherwise this will just get boring."
The feral leader shrugged one shoulder. "Fine. I'm fine with all that if everyone else is."
He glanced up just in time to catch Lucan's hard stare, returning the look unflinching.
"Don't throw that cross around like you think you're the only honorable one here, Falks. I think your idea is a good one--a double-pass is far more likely to throw any would-be fuckheads off than a normal one. But pray tell, what do you assume this "deal" entails, exactly? Something cut and dry? You win and I hand it off and walk away? Because that's not my point. Win or lose, I want to not only believe that you can protect this damn thing, but that you will. So tell me, my oh-so-holy friend. Why exactly do you want this thing in your own two hands?" This time it was his turn to turn a piercing look on his fellow vampire, black eyes boring into Lucan's. Zilfa shifted a brief glance at Edon, and then to Lucan, silently reading both of them.
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Post by lucan on Oct 19, 2014 13:38:11 GMT -8
As Donar returns his gaze, a smile touches Lucan's face for the first time--but it does not touch his eyes.
"I should think that my motives would be quite transparent," Lucan rumbles. "I trust not articles of such power in the hands of those who may as soon use that power, either in its own right or as a chip for barter, to advance their schemes. I have no love for Pandora. They prey on the weak and innocent in their misguided hunt for vengeance." He turns to considers Zilfa for a moment, his smile disintegrating as he turns back to Donar and continues, "But do not mistake me. I have no love for you or your kind either. I would see the artifact kept away from all who would seek to lay their hands upon it, and in that duty I will not fail."
Shaking his head, he concludes, "There will be no witchcraft once the duel is begun. If you wish to call upon your magicks before or after blades are drawn, I will have no quarrel." With that, he unslings the cardboard tube & pizza box from his back and opens the box, revealing a metallic shield polished so fine its surface reflects the pale moonlight above onto the grass below. Next he reaches into the tube, retrieving from it an ancient, faintly glowing sword inset with a crucifix in the hilt. As he draws the weapon, Lucan suddenly seems to now be vested in glittering chainmail and covered with a thick cloak, white as snow, with a red cross emblazoned over the left breast. Whispering a few words of prayer under his breath, he picks up the shield and glances at Edon, his composure steady.
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Post by Edon on Oct 19, 2014 14:26:55 GMT -8
Edon puts a finger to his temple, but only for a moment. "Lucan is a neutral vampire, as I a neutral werewolf. I would like to see peace among our two races. the hope is that when the spirits are put to rest and pandora burned to the ground, from the ashes a better world will rise from it. I hope our words have not offended you."
Edon removes one of his swords from its belt. the odd looking one. "Zilfa, know that if i were a pandora member, this blade could cleave through you in two strokes, with the amount of armor you wear. I do not say this so out of joy, ego or out of antagonism. regardless if things do not go favorably for Lucan and I, please consider my words for the future." his voice for a moment was that of true concern.
he places the blade against his bike and out of reach.
"Lucan your sword"
Edon lets the spears shaft drop against the toe of his boot as Lucan tosses him the blade. He admires it for a moment and then quickly tightens its fittings and with a hidden sharpener from his belt he draws across the blade in a shower of sparks, its edge instantly sharpen and honed (honed steel). He tosses the blade back to Lucan, and Edon kicks up his spear into his hand and steps adjacent to lucan as a prayer was laid upon him. Edons eyes shimmer for an instant taking in both enemies at once, (Dual + Focused attacks)
With a bow he says "we are ready at your leisure"
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Post by Edon on Oct 25, 2014 14:27:55 GMT -8
(about 5 minutes pass)
Edon is loading up the bike. Reattching the spear and equipping the odd sword. Bandages wrapped all up in down both his legs. He was winded and quite tired but satisfied. He couldent drink blood like the vampires to regain his strength. More cardio he thought to himself. One can never get too much cardio, and besides any fight one could walk away from is a good one. He looks down at his legs and laughs.
"Lucan, are you ready? Its time seek the services of our rogue friend."
Edons armor was damaged, its straps cut but and refitted. It was still strong enough to protect him on his jonery to his next destination. He looked down. The majority of the gold pant on his body armor has survived. he was happy about that. It wouldent take much to touch it up.
(the paint job shown on facebook was the first version but putting on the gloss coat messed up the gold and became cloudy. I spayed too much at one time i think. I resprayed it and and it looks better then the first version. funny how these things go.)
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