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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #30 on: May 12, 2009, 10:30:21 AM »
"my name is Johnathan, now please get out of the woods, we will be fine, we don't need your help, and we don't want it, we were given strict order's, get out of the woods scyler" the monkey said quieter than the sound a person would make breathing. the monkey crept through the tree's his feet making no sounds that any one wouldn't expect from a common creature of the woods. he checked his surroundings. "OK we are about 60 yards from the camp, remember we are just scouting the area so you know where to put your fancy traps." the monkey thought spoke.

Trish used her thoughts to speak to the tiger, "please for your own safety scyler, please get out of the woods, or if you must be in the woods, at least be there with my lord and his sister." she head thought to the tiger. she kept up with Johnathan easily. "my name is Trish, and we don't need you to come rescue us, if we are caught, we are caught, that's that we don't want any one risking their lives for us no matter what" she nodded and kept on her path.

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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #31 on: May 12, 2009, 01:09:37 PM »
"Well you have your orders and we have ours. Did you forget why you're even wearing the necklace and earring? It's because if you do get into trouble, we'll know and we can help you. Now, we may just be kids in your eyes, but I guarantee you that you know nothing about what we're truly capable of. Now your orders were to go alnoe, right? Well, my orders were to make sure you didn't get into serious trouble. So, it seems we have reached an impass. Neither of are willing to back down on the matter. So, you can either accept our help and just stop worrying about it or you can continue to bicker with me and not be able to concentrate fully." He then turned his thoughts to Trish. "And as for waiting with your commanding officer, I'd rather not. I already know he doesn't trust me. I fear that he would slip a knife between my ribs just as easily as he would shake my paw. I'd rather not chance that. I know you probably think there's no way that he would ever do such a thing, but you can't read what is truly in someones eyes. I've seen his contempt for myself and my profession. So, the answer for that one, Trish, is an absolutely not. Forgive me, but trust is a two way street. If he doesn't trust me, why should I trust him? I'm sure both of you have your reservations about working with us as well." Scyler said all this while relaxing in the tree, his eyes closed as he thought spoke. He had his hands joined with his sister's letting her be able to hear all that was said while only letting himself hear her voice.

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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #32 on: May 12, 2009, 04:52:25 PM »
"Mages, form up, lets see what we can flush out of the forest, all troops, evacuate the forest immedeatly!" I shout as my mages gather around me, and when I raise my arms to the sky, a massive and almost pitch black cloud forms in the air...
"From suffering I was born, From misery I was conceived. From the plight of Mortals I thrive, From the pits of Hell I rise, beware...... For I live.........."

"Wait, you're here for my shiny loot? I thought you were here to avenge the cattle and people I've slaughtered..."

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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #33 on: May 13, 2009, 01:20:22 AM »
Johnathan crunched his teeth. "we don't speak so of your leader, i wouldn't expect some one held so high in larsen's (sp is off sorry) esteem to stoop to insulting fellow warriors in the army. you are not an experienced warrior in the army, you do not hold a high seat with the king, you are rash and let your emotions run rampant when there is more at stake than you can understand. you act as if you truly know my lord ixlander, you don't. i have spent over a decade with my lord. i know who he is, i won't waste my time trying to convince some one with closed eyes to see the truth." the monkey thought in his head. "you did not have to insult our leader." john said. "you act as if you know the world, you don't" he thought through the earring. he took the necklace off and put it into his purse also. "you will be able to see when i feel you need to see through my eyes. also your job isn't to look out for us. i believe your job is to find suitable place to set traps" the monkey thought.

the gibbon clenched her fists, the branch she was holding onto snapped in her fist. the sound cracked through the woods, but it blended in with the sound of the thunder and lighting cracking above their heads. the storm had started while the tiger was talking. the ape took the necklace off her head, rendering it no more than a slim wire band, and stuffed it into her belt purse. she did the same with the earring. she was livid. she raised her arm, she gave a thumbs up, she swiped her arm, she thumbed her ear, she put up a fist and put up the index and pinkie finger, she put a finger to the corner of her mouth and bowed her head.

Johnathan nodded grimly when he saw Trish's message. he closed off his mind to the earring's magic and read the message. 'i can't take listening to them speak so of our lord' Johnathan put up his left arm he gave a thumbs up and pointed his index finger and brought it up and down, like he was scolding his friend. 'i agree' he then re opened the link with the earring. "Trish is fine" he thought through the earring.

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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #34 on: May 13, 2009, 01:22:02 AM »
"Now, make it rain so our troops know that it will begin..." I command, and the other mages add their own magic to my spell, and a heavy down-pour occours....
"From suffering I was born, From misery I was conceived. From the plight of Mortals I thrive, From the pits of Hell I rise, beware...... For I live.........."

"Wait, you're here for my shiny loot? I thought you were here to avenge the cattle and people I've slaughtered..."

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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #35 on: May 13, 2009, 02:11:15 AM »
"I never once insulted your superior. I only stated what I saw in his eyes. However, I have seen things that would leave you without a bit of sanity in your mind. I have seen my mother and father slaughtered before my eyes. I have seen the corpses of many relatives of mine laying in copious pools of their own blood. I have seen the true intentions of a man trying to kill a young child in the dead of night. I know you are angry with me for what I said, but I refuse to apologize. I have done not but speak my mind, as did you a minute ago. And, you may think I may not be able to see through your eyes, but that necklace only established a connection. Once that connection has been made, it can't be broken until both parties consent to it. Now, I can see that it's apparently raining in your vicinity. Beware, that isn't normal rain. That's magic induced. I can see the spiritual residue clinging to the water. Be careful, there must be mages nearby. And judging by the crudeness of the spell used, I'd have to say that those are German magicians. Stay alert." Scyler stopped communication briefly, signalling for a Mynerva to give him one of her knives.

Mynerva watched as she handed him one of her throwing knives. He muttered something softly, causing the knife to glow softly. "Show me the way to the German Mages..." he whispered again, causing the knife to float and spin until it pointed in that direction. "Ok, locate the scouts." It angled a little to the left. "Enough. Disengage." The knife fell and embedded itself in a branch. Scyler then picked it up and handed it back to Minerva. The mages are close by. I'm going to warn them." Scyler opened the connection again and suddenly felt bombarded by feelings of anger, rage, and pure loathing. He blew it off and continued. "Ok, there's a group of mages about 200 feet to your left. Be cautious."
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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #36 on: May 13, 2009, 11:09:41 AM »
"Commander, the scouts are out of the forest!" one soldier told me before leaving with them. "Alright mages, keep up the rain, and I'll show you what real magic can do!" I said as I gathered electricity in my fists and slammed them together.

*The cloud starts to glow, then lightning rapidly flies down, striking soldiers who were soaked by the magical 'tracking' rain*
"From suffering I was born, From misery I was conceived. From the plight of Mortals I thrive, From the pits of Hell I rise, beware...... For I live.........."

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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #37 on: May 13, 2009, 07:49:19 PM »
After looking up to see the sky,, and to see one of his subordinates burst into flames, all Gabag could do was yell "MAGES!" and run for cover, or out of the forest, where he was going he wasn't sure, but anywhere was better then that blasted lightning storm.

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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #38 on: May 13, 2009, 08:01:22 PM »
"look, i will take a perimeter of the camp, you will see the land and determine where to set traps. his highness only told us to find places for traps not to set them, we will figure out something else after we get back" the monkey said. "you act as if Trish and i have not seen the horrors of the world we all live in." the monkey paused and shook his head "you must learn you aren't in people's heads, you don't know what they have seen or what they know, i said that stuff a moment ago based on what i saw, and what i heard of you, i never said it was true. also right now isn't the best time to be arguing about this." the monkey said through the earring as fire shot to the left of him. "we will just go the perimeter, nothing more" the monkey said gravely

Trish resented the Magi's gall to keep the connection what she wanted nothing more than to stop listening to them, john would tell her what she needed to know, she didn't want to listen to this upstart tiger act as if he knew the world. she kept her face stony, every muscle in her body was tense and ready to explode like a tightly coiled spring. she glared into the night, making sure she and john made no sound. she wanted nothing to do with the tiger mages any more. if ixlander hadn't told her to do this, and if john wasn't at stake she would have crushed the jewelry and just got out of the woods.

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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #39 on: May 13, 2009, 08:43:37 PM »
"Fine, we'll hash all this out in person at a later date. Until then, stay safe. I can see the massive amounts of electricity from here without having to use the connection. We'll be here if you need us." Scyler sighed and silenced his end of the connection, letting him only recieve and not sending anything to the others. He then looked to Mynerva and shook his head. "I think I pissed them off. Especially the female gibbon, Trish." Mynerva just stared at him. "You always sucked with words, Scyler. You just need to learn to shut up." Scyler glared at her. "You're one to talk, Mynerva. I believe you pissed them off to begin with. Anyways, not important. Let's just cut it out." "Deal." she said.

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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #40 on: May 13, 2009, 08:51:13 PM »
john closed off his earring and followed Trish to the perimeter of the camp, the sound of the storm covering the slight sounds teh duo made. once they reached the perimeter, john opened his mind to the tiger once more. he nodded to the gibbon with him and they swept around the camp, circling the camp took only about 5 minutes. ixlander's scouts had no trouble remaining quiet and undetected by the camp's own scouts. after the duo had circled the camp, "you saw what you needed to?" john asked stonily.

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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #41 on: May 13, 2009, 08:54:54 PM »
Running out towards the woods, he saw two figures encircling the camp multiple times. "So the English have acted eh...." Stringing an arrow, he aimed carefully and fired one at the female gibbon.

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« Reply #42 on: May 13, 2009, 10:40:17 PM »
"Yeah, I've seen all I need. Good work, John. I guess you proved us wrong. You are good enough to not need some backup. Now let's bring you back so we can try to hash all this out and not have any hostilities between us."

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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #43 on: May 13, 2009, 10:57:55 PM »
john nodded when he heard the tiger speak once more. he turned to trish.

Trish's eyes widened as she lunged to the left a bit, the twang of an arrow string reached her ears, the simple sound not matching in with teh sound of rain falling. the arrow thudded into the branch next to her. she looked at john, she brought out her arm and hit her chest with a closed fist.

john nodded grimly and ran off dead west.

the gibbon turned and jumped into the next tree. waving her tail at the soldier who shot at her. finally she got to do what she was good at.

"we have a slight problem, a soldier spotted us and shot right away. i don't know how he saw us in the trees, we are wearing clothes as black as the night and the rain is making the night even darker, it must be a mage with a new weapon" the monkey mumbled. "Trish will draw fire for 10 seconds, enough for me to hide, if i don't hear the signal from her, i get out and go back for her." he said. "we have practiced this many times, we have this under control, it's one soldier, we can handle this." the monkey said.

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Re: Re-writing History
« Reply #44 on: May 13, 2009, 11:02:01 PM »
Stringing another arrow, his feline eyes saw the figures start to dart away.. "Cowards...... can't even stay and fight" Seeing the figure he shot at once more, he strings another arrow, this time taking more careful aim, and releasing the arrow from his hands, watching as it flew towards the gibbon.

 

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