Duraza's Greatest Trick [RP]

[Raa]

[Hasn't started yet. Right now we're near Harnquist's, preparing.]

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[We're off.]

[Duraza]

[Darn.. I will miss it -.-]

[Its alright Velh, there will be more where that one came from  ]

[Duraza]

Xeonart falls hard to the ground, his body sore. Slowly he gets up, his eyes angrily staring down a figure, tall and hidden in a black robe. As he stands the figure speaks, "You have failed to retrive my book from that blasted menki." Xeonart breaths deeply before speaking back, "He was trouble...Kieve..I didn't expect him to be a mage, let alone a decent one." The figure says nothing for a while, staring Xeonart down with eyes hidden in his hood. Finally he says, "You have failed me. Perhaps I should find someone else." "No," Xeonart says, "You've still not granted me the power you promised. I can do it, just give me what I need." The figure laughs before speaking, "Perhaps I should....However first I think I'll call upon someone else to help me. Someone who's been apart of my life as long as I've lived.."

[Duraza]

[yay, chat logs. These have to do with that little story thingy above  ]

(21:55:24) Rethius grins and wipes some blood from the corner of his mouth,, still holding that famous million tria grin of his. "You got yourself one nice left hook there pal."
(21:56:02) Rethius gives Nalkorash a friendly yet slightly rough pat on the shoulder. "Well met bud, they call me rethius, round these parts."
(21:56:04) Duraza looks down at the crowd
(21:56:23) Nalkorash smiles, the handle of his scythe bumping Rethius's waist, "Be careful you don't do that again..."
(21:57:22) Rethius chuckles. "ooh sorry pal, didn't know you were a farmer." He offers a handshake with his left hand. "Farmers deserve a better greetin' then that."
(21:57:26) Rethius says: workers of yliakum, respectable folks
(21:57:36) Nalkorash tightens his fist again and holds it up, "Not a farmer..."
(21:57:37) Kieve leans against the wall, amused at the exchange between Rethius and Nalkorash.
(21:58:16) Kieve nods to Dihenis. "Afternoon, friend."
(21:58:21) Anumesa says: Heya Dihenis
(21:58:23) Anarkia returns from her strange trance ans sniffs the air. She turns around and looks up the stairs. "Ungh?"
(21:58:26) Duraza breaths in an out, his breath smelling of rotten corspes, slowly wandering down
(21:58:26) Rethius grins. "Ah not a farmer?... but ya carry a scythe?... Lovely, a cebot!"
(21:58:33) Dihenis smiles "how are both of you doing?"
(21:58:42) Rethius claps his hands together and winks at Nalkorash.
(21:58:52) Anumesa grins "Wonderful" she flicks Dihenis a few tria "Here, get yourself an ale...but dont go too crazy"
(21:59:11) Rethius turns on his heel and goes to grab a mug.
(21:59:19) Kieve blinks, frowning at the sudden stench. "Did that ynnwn fellow Jisher wander back in? Bloody Talad, what a reek." He holds his nose and looks up, staring at Duraza.
(21:59:22) >Kieve Svetnikov stands up.
(21:59:22) Dihenis grins "me, go crazy with ale? don't be silly"
(21:59:23) Nalkorash sniffs the air and looks up at Duraza, his eye lids drawing farther apart.
(21:59:37) Duraza jumps down, landing stiffly on the table, black bandages dangling from his arm
(22:00:41) Anumesa wrinkles her nose and shoots a curious look at the newcomer
(22:00:41) Anarkia stares at Duraza, shocked, then glances at Kieve. She curses. "Not again."
(22:00:59) Anumesa shakes her head and looks confused "Dear Talad..does he smell!"
(22:01:05) Dihenis looks at Duraza, takes a sniff, then moves away
(22:01:07) Kieve throws Anarkia a curious look, then fixes his gaze on the strange robed figure. "I'm not going to like this... am I...?"
(22:01:16) Rethius puts a spoon in his empty mug and swirls the mug around.
(22:01:22) Duraza turns around to Kieve, his right hand pointing at him, the finger bony looking and covered in black bandages
(22:01:47) Kieve's hand strays to the hilt of his sabres.
(22:01:47) Anumesa says: Is there a problem?
(22:01:47) Anumesa says: er..sir...
(22:01:47) Nalkorash shivers and takes a couple of steps back, "Your aura's so thick...is this real?"
(22:02:45) Rethius says: Sure that isn't the stink?
(22:02:49) Duraza does not move, his finger still pointed at Kieve, his face hidden within his robe
(22:03:11) Nalkorash puts his fingertips on his horns and pushes them down, causing the purple markings to rearrange themselves around the top and back of his skull. His face grows more fierce, and his body slouches down slightly as he stares up at Duraza.
(22:03:36) Anumesa puts an arm protectively across her stomach and strays her free hand to one sword hilt
(22:04:12) Dihenis's hands relax from holding his mug, now empty, but they come to rest on his swords
(22:04:36) Nalkorash speaks, his voice heavier than before, almost ear-splitting, "Was...right. Your aura...is so thick..."
(22:05:17) Duraza lets his hand fall to his side reaching for his hood
(22:05:34) Anarkia keeps her eyes on Duraza. "Kieve, just... give it to him. You'll get killed."
(22:06:17) Kieve's gaze flickers to Nalkorash, wincing at the words. "The book, you mean...? That's starting to sound like a really good idea."
(22:06:51) Dihenis looks at Kieve "what was that about yesterday? this book?"
(22:07:04) Nalkorash looks like he's having trouble speaking, "Feel...absorbed..."
(22:07:33) Anumesa discreetly drops the hand from her swordhilt to a small pouch at her side instead, watching Duraza "Dont give it to him...it might be even worse"
(22:11:01) Kieve takes the vile tome - the real one - from his pack and hurls it into the fire, then turns to the robed figure. "If you're who I think you are, you won't need it. You could pen another. And if you're..." He swallows hard. "If not, I think Yliakum is better off without such knowledge."
(22:11:31) Anumesa nods grimly at Kieve's action and waits tersely for a reaction from Duraza
(22:11:40) Nalkorash rips his scythe from the cloth tethering on his back, and holds it close to Duraza's back, not in an offensive way, but he looks as though he's drawing something from the aura.
(22:11:50) Dihenis says: this is going to get bad...
(22:13:21) Duraza jumps into the fire, trying to save the book from burning completely
(22:13:35) Rethius stares at the group bemused. He begins to lean against the wall.
(22:13:51) Nalkorash thrusts his scythe shaft back to his chest, taking deep breaths and laughing, "Amazing..."
(22:13:55) Nalkorash slowly twists his neck to look at Duraza diving into the fire.
(22:14:20) Anumesa twists something in her hand and snaps at Nalkorash "Watch it...we do not condone dark magic in our guild"
(22:14:26) Kieve extends his hand to the flames, turning them white-hot as they rocket up through the chimney, incinerating the pages even as the corpse's hands close on them.
(22:14:28) Anarkia jumps aside.
(22:15:29) Nalkorash's eyes widen at Anumesa, as the blade of his scythe strangely begins to change forms, growing larger and sprouting a secondary blade, "No further interest...you can help me no longer!"
(22:15:54) Duraza leaves the fire, his robe burning into pieces, revealing his body, covered in black bandages, the parts of him showing a decayed corpse
(22:16:42) Anumesa stands and clutches something in one hand, her uneasy gaze flickering between Nalkorash and Duraza
(22:16:42) Anarkia sticks her tongue out, coughing. She backs away from the stench.
(22:17:20) Nalkorash slowly moves his arms up, looking down at his scythe. A wicked grin grows on his face, as his teeth seem to have adorned fangs from the markings on his head changing position, "This power..." he laughs insanely "is amazing!"
(22:18:00) Duraza clenches his fist his eyes falling to Kieve, bloodlust in them
(22:19:21) Anarkia says: Kieve, get outta here!
(22:19:21) Dihenis slides his sword out of his hilt
(22:19:21) Kieve looks from Nalkorash to Anumesa to Duraza... "Anu, Dihenis... I think now would be a good time we left..." He grips the hilts of both sabres, light khaki glows flaring beneath his feet.
(22:19:21) Nalkorash takes some more heavy breaths, as lightning begins to circulate his entire body out of control. After a few seconds, it completely dies down and fades away, having been subdued and put under control.
(22:19:43) Anumesa nods and starts muttering under her breath, bright whidte light filling the room and temporarily distorting the vision of the two diaboli
(22:20:05) Anumesa says: lets go
(22:20:25) Kieve edges backwards, making certain the others get to safety.
(22:20:28) Duraza roars as he is blinded by the light
(22:21:19) Rethius chuckles. "Aww thats no fun."
(22:21:19) Nalkorash looks back and grins, then turns his attention to Duraza.
(22:21:19) Anarkia feels trapped.
(22:22:05) Duraza blinks as the light fades, searching around
(22:22:30) Anumesa hisses across the room "Kieve!"
(22:22:40) Nalkorash's scythe continues to change its shape, absorbing something from the aura in the room created by Duraza.
(22:22:49) Rethius pulls the spoon out of his mug and looks at his upside down reflection in it.
(22:22:51) Anarkia hopes over the table, knocking over a glass, and rushes up the stairs.
(22:23:18) Anumesa pulls another glyph from the pack at her side and whispers to Kieve "Do we stay or go?"
(22:23:35) Duraza glances around the room then starts to walk towards the stairs
(22:23:49) Rethius grins, still looking at himself in the spoon. "Play nice boys, no hitting bellow the belt."
(22:23:50) Kieve watches the edge of the railing. "...go. Just go. There's nothing more we can do here." He hisses a curse. "Bloody Talad, is that really Duraza down there?"
(22:24:45) Nalkorash takes some heavy breaths, as his scythe's blade grows larger, and his own body begins to change form, his arms growing two small spikes on them.
(22:27:45) Nalkorash stares at the floor with wide eyes, then slowly walks out.

[Suno_Regin]

[I wondered what you were doing on the forums so long without logging in.
Yay for finally being in a roleplay. Now get on and make me less bored >.<]

[Kieve]

[*grins* Thanks for making me a part of this, Duraza...]

[Duraza]

[*grins* Thanks for making me a part of this, Duraza...]

[No problem. The more the merrier  ]

[Duraza]

[Just happened today]

(21:27:22) Nalkorash takes heavy breaths, his left arm gone, nothing left but dead skin, as his right hand looks as though it lost a lot of blood.
(21:27:50) Nalkorash looks at Vormorto coldly, his demonic voice sharp and angry, "I need training...quickly. I'll even make an exchange..."
(21:28:10) Vormorto blinks "Why the sudden rush?"
(21:29:07) Nalkorash squints, "I don't know what's going to happen now...if I can't control this soon, the demon will eat away at me..."
(21:29:54) Vormorto nods "And this exchange?"
(21:30:14) Nalkorash says: I know who you are...so I know this information will be valuable. It is a secret an enemy has been keeping from you...
(21:30:22) Nalkorash tries to hide his voice in a whisper.
(21:31:55) Vormorto blinks, grinding his teeth as he glares at the floor, "Damn it...."
(21:32:01) Nalkorash winces in pain, more blood falling from the wound in his hand.
(21:32:18) Vormorto says: It seems like no matter what my old enemies still come back to haunt me.
(21:33:31) Nalkorash falls against the wall, "He told it to Rethius...I was around when the secret was given."
(21:33:40) Vormorto looks at his hand, it shaking "Oh well. I suppose things had to start eventually..."
(21:34:08) Vormorto smiles darkly "This will be exciting....."
(21:34:48) Nalkorash grinds his teeth, "If nothing can be done now, give me a few days...these wounds will heal, and I'll be back...but if I lose control, do what you can to try and return me to normal. This has never happened to me before..."
(21:35:41) Nalkorash stumbles back up to his feet, "I have to go now...I hope the information is valuable, and I'll hold you to your deal...I need training, now..."
(21:41:01) Vormorto sighs "If things have to be this way.....I suppose now is just as good a time as any to start.."

[Raa]

[Farren should've realized that dancing on a table in the middle of a tavern wasn't necessarily the best way to tell a secret.  ]

[Suno_Regin]

Nalkorash ran out of the tavern and later Hydlaa, trying to find a remote place for what he was about to do. After getting into a fight and having his right hand cut off, and his left arm melted off to escape, he was about to get his limbs back by a demon regeneration trait that he'd attained from coming into contact with demon blood a long time ago. He was cursing the entire time as he ran, realizing that the advice he was given was right...he was too wild, and couldn't control his power, and that cost him his limbs. He stopped running, hiding behind a rock where travelers hopefully couldn't see him. As he waited, he grew restless, not having a way to revert to his normal state of mind with the demon blood pumping into his brain. He does this to gain the full extent of power from the demon blood, while during casual times he keeps the veins holding the blood burrowed into his horns.

Finally, something began to grow in place of the missing limbs, but not what he'd expected. Something shot out of the hole in his right arm, a hand...but not his. This hand was that of a species of demon. It had sharp claws and slightly-webbed fingers, and it was much larger than how his normal hand used to be. He screamed with pain, having never experienced regrowing limbs before. Demons could do this as a natural trait, but a Diaboli with demon blood would grow the limbs of demons. Soon after, a new arm quickly sprouted from around the area where dead skin from his previous arm hung. The hand looked the same as the one that had just grown in, but the arm was very otherworldly. It had two spikes protruding from it, and it was lighter in color than the rest of his skin. It was very large and rough, almost leathery, like that of a demon.

He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and he looked at it to notice that something was happening behind his armor. The armor quickly shattered, and he noticed that the arm was trying to devour part of his torso, skin stretching and covering what was once there. It soon stopped at his left breast, and he then felt the same kind of pain in his wrist. His eyes shot to that location on his body, where skin from his new demonic hand stretched over and devoured part of his arm. The demon blood veins remaining in his right arm circulated quickly into his new hand, making it feel a little lighter. He flexed his fingers a few times, and managed to convert the demon blood flowing into his brain, to circulate through and around his horns, taking away some of the physical appearances he had due to the demon blood. However, his arm and hand remained the same...to be that way forever.

Nalkorash broke off the rest of his armor, finding it easy to do with his new hand, and he took out very ancient looking clothes that he'd worn years ago, before coming in contact with the blood. He slipped on the clothing, and then proceeded to take something out of the pocket of the clothes. It was cloth tethering, which was hanging ripped on his belt from when he'd ripped the scythe away in a hurry to draw in Duraza's power some time ago. He took out what was left from his belt, and started wrapping it around his hand. There was enough to almost completely conceal it, leaving a few cracks that were impossible to bandage over. He then took the tethering he'd gotten from his pocket and wrapped it around his arm, finding it a very hard task with the spikes and whatnot sticking out of his arm. The spikes were made out of the same material as his horns, and when demon blood flows into his brain, spikes like this protrude from his back...this made him worry about what might happen next time he does it. He shook the thoughts out and continued bandaging, managing to cover most of it up, still leaving little cracks that the bandages wouldn't fit over.

After the fight, he'd lost his scythe. Finishing all of the bandaging he ran to Hydlaa to retrieve it, finding it on the ground where it'd remained untouched. If people other than him touch it, they get electrocuted, since the scythe is made from his own essence; his own flesh and blood. He picked it up and sighed as he walked to the tavern, pulling out what was left of the cloth to redesign the makeshift sheath he'd been using for a long time. Now that his limbs were restored, he waited for Vormorto to take up his part of the bargain.

[Silavur]

What i love about this is that xeonart said something was cooking and wouldnt take very long... i had to leave soon after this RP. but the logs start at 20:19 and end at 21:00  so it only took a mere 40 minutes... i spend so much time in this game! xD

i had alot of fun playing this RP especially since it was one of my frst chances to explore Sils new powers. lol. im gunna miss that magic wen its gone. thanks Duraza for posting that... was a fun reread

[Camazotz]

hmm... i like this rp... if it's still going, me and Aegalis must find a way to get involved... please find a way to include us in this if you can.... If you can't we'll find our own part... heh heh heh...

[Raa]

[This rp is over?  ]

[Suno_Regin]

[The RP isn't over. =/]

[If you want involved, the best way is to hang out in public places, like the tavern. A lot of things happen there. ]

[Sangwa]

(Duraza, you should do like Pestillence and turn chat into speech. That'd allow for a better read

I'm very lazy and I can't bother reading through miles of nonsense to get to the interesting part!

To the last of you. "RP's" aren't ever over in PS. It's a RPG, so roleplaying takes place (or should) constantly. All plots give birth to new plots. Duraza has been doing this for a while (though sadly perpetuating Duraza's life to the fullest, bah!) with a good amount of success. I can't wait to see him work more seriously with Dakkru though. That's where I wanna have some fun. )