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We eXist... - The Speaker - 08-14-2011
Friendly chatter and warmth emanate out of the bar in Mavenholm. Many of the land's denizens are gathered here for a reunion, and the relief of seeing old friends is so thick in the air that one could cut it with a knife. Then, a freezing draft of wind rushes into the bar, extinguishing all sources of light. Everyone turns and sees that the door is open, and within its frame stands a figure with a black cloak swirling around it, a hood completely obscuring its face. The hood tilts slightly upward, revealing what in the darkness appears to be a mouth. It begins to move, and a deep, raspy, booming voice fills the room, petrifying everyone within earshot.
"I will begin by stating that I am not here to socialize. Why do you sit here making idle chatter when you could be doing Kiwike a service? Hm. Well, I can't say I expected an answer. Now, listen here and listen well, for what I am about to say will radically change the lives of each and every living being in this room, and, by extent, every sentient creature in the land of Kiwike. I have come to tell you... about X.
We of X are the embodiment of the shadows, the dealers of death, those who choose who shall stay in this world... and who shall move on. We are behind you, above you, below you... and yet right before your eyes. When Kiwike's balance is shifted by a person, we are the ones who arrange their untimely demise. We are what you would call... assassins. We have deemed it time to accept others into our ranks, and this is the purpose of my coming here. If you are drawn by the deadly allure of X, here is what you will do. When I say so, everyone in this room will leave, and I will shake your hand. If you wish to join, scratch my palm when our hands meet, and we will contact you with orders concerning what to do next. Now... leave.[/i]
RE: We eXist... - Crazylol5 - 08-14-2011
Crazy quickly leaves the tavern thinking about all the wierd stuff that happens these days.
((Oh look its another guy with no name))
RE: We eXist... - squiggley1 - 08-14-2011
As squiggley1 leaves the tavern he begins thinking of something. ((in teh brain)) "if they focus on installing fear and assassinating people then I know Con will do something about it. I know He'll come through."
RE: We eXist... - Cerce - 08-14-2011
((Wow - an assasins guild, finally! I'd much rather get assasinated instead of griefed and stolen from *cough Pavja cough*))
Cerce had been nursing a drink for a good hour within the Mavenholm tavern when the figure entered. After the short speech and introduction of this new occult, he stood up. Anger pulsed through his veigns and his malice was such that it was almost palpable within the room. He raised his finger at the man, and shouted:
"Who in the One do you think you are? Do you think that you are the only one that controlls who stays, and who goes? Well, do you, Friend?!? I've got news for you - as for me, I shall not stand idly by talking of the days events and leaving and comming when ordered to by a man who so stupidly comes waltzing in like an arse, withought elegance or meaning, just because I might be a little affraid. I am not like the rest of these people - and I will stand all the stronger the harder you push, the more you anger me, and the more you grow in power."
Cerce grabs the man by the front of his cloak, nearly tearing it.
"So - what are you going to do? Kill me? Make me a martyr? Give these people something to fight against, will you? You cannot touch me. You cannot scare me, or blackmale me, or bribe me. I am a servant of the most high One and You, sir, will be whiped away like the blot upon humanity that you are."
He then picks up the still yet unidentified man and pushes him asside.
"Now stop blocking the exit - this is a public place, and I can leave and come when I wish it. So get the Nether out of here."
RE: We eXist... - MainDigger - 08-14-2011
Main was on his way out of the Mavenholm tavern when he heard a voice. A voice that stood out from the rest somehow.
The man with the raspy voice started performing a speech. Main took a chair by the entrance and listened intrigued.
He then sees a familiar face in the crowd. It is Sir Tentones. He sees Cerce get up and start making a fool of the cloaked man.
Main thinks to himself: -Hmm... The life of a backstabbing assassin and stealthy thief is over for me. I will not go back to that life for some extra gold.
No, thank you. It is the pirates way for me now.
He cracks a smile and leaves, thinking: Bravo Cerce, bravo.
RE: We eXist... - squiggley1 - 08-15-2011
as squiggley walked down the streets of mavenholm to meet his airship flight, but seconds after he walked out of the tavern he hears yelling and anger.
"I recognize that voice, it's cerce"
He then walked closer to hear what the yelling was about. As he over heard the "conversation" he felt a tad bolder when it came to these cloaked bastards.
"If cerce asks, he has my men, and my sword"
RE: We eXist... - The Watchman - 08-15-2011
People start leaving the bar, many in confusion, some in shock, ad some just plain angry. Many look back at the cloaked man after shaking his hand, wondering what are his full intentions. A man looks down the road and is able to see another man, wearing a different cloak. He points to the man and begins to shout.
"Look! There is another one! The cloaked man is not alone!"
Many more look over to see the new man slowly standing a ways away from the bar. He wore a majestic white cloak with yellow strings attached to the cloak, hanging over the sides of his shoulders and almost touching the ground. Another man's face began to lighten up, it seemed that he had recognized the clothing of this new man.
"No, you are wrong. Look! It's a Watcher! The Watchers are here!"
The people around all tried to look at the man. Some from outside the bar and some peering through the windows of the bar. The man continues to stand there, no one can see his face to tell who it his due to a hood attachment from the cloak. People from the outside of the bar start to run towards the other cloaked man to get his attention. The man in front of the running crowd comes to a fast halt, the other men slowly began to stop. They looked over at his face, seeing shock and agony. He begins to speak, somewhat stuttering.
"W-what is g-going on here?! This can't be h-happening!"
The other men from the crowd look back at the cloaked man who is standing still. They notice that he is slightly lifted off the ground by a thick rope hanging from a nearby lightpost. The Watcher man was dead. Another deep, raspy, booming voice fills the city with fright, though only this time, the voice seemed more maniacal.
"Oh, what a poor man. You really liked him, didn't you? You really thought the man was going to save you, right? HA! He wasn't much of a fighter, you see. It was quite easy to get him up there. And to think he was going to be your little savior.. You people make me laugh. Look's like he isn't the one watching you anymore. I am. Now X will be watching your every single move."
The man begins to laugh. He jumps off to another close building and slowly drifts away, out of sight.
RE: We eXist... - The Speaker - 08-15-2011
As Cerce yells at the cloaked figure among the chaos, the tip of a blade is suddenly pressed lightly at the angry man's back, cutting him off mid-sentence, and all noise in the city comes to a halt. If Cerce moves, the blade will only penetrate further. The bar invader's mouth moves once again, and the same voice pours out.
"Who do I think I am, you ask? Allow me to introduce myself. You can call me The Speaker. This..." He gestures behind Cerce to the cloaked man holding the blade, "Is The Walker. He..." He points to a nearby rooftop where another cloaked man is running into the night, "Is The Watchman. And who are you, might I ask? You talk rather extravagantly for one so weak. Oh, and what is this?" His own blade now slightly lifts the crown atop Cerce's head. "It seems we have a king! Cerce Tentones, presiding king of... Cerantia, is it? Hm. Barely can even be called a kingdom. Nothing to take pride in, at least. Still, we'll look forward to accepting some of your citizens into our order." The Speaker looks about him, and the blade at Cerce's neck digs a little deeper. "Where is your army, O King? Oh, don't worry. You're right. We won't kill you. Not yet, at least. We still have use for you... Well, before we depart, we'll give you a little something to remember us by."
In a flash, the blade at the back of Cerce's neck makes two slashes, leaving a red X at the top of his spine. Then, the figure who calls himself The Speaker and The Walker disappear after The Watchman, leaving Mavenholm in a state of confusion.
RE: We eXist... - Cerce - 08-15-2011
Cerce chuckled. The chuckle turned into a very deep, booming laugh. He turned to the crowd and said: "A testimate! Ah! Do you see, people? Do you see? I am a threat! They run afraid! They dispurse at mere words against there kind! Run like the fiends you are, I say. It is all the more fun for a chase! I will wear this mark with honor. For Cerce Eugene Tentones is hereby branded a staunch enemy of the X, and a great threat!"
Cerce then cut the watchman down, and pointed to the crowd.
"Let this not serve as a testimate that this is what will happen to you when you stand up to these... people. This is what happens when you fight him allone. This is why we must band together, we must stand up to the X. Because when it comes to defeating a group of people, it takes a group of people.
"Do not be affraid to stand up to men such as the one who killed this watchman. We must fight, with all our might, and soul. For if we let this display of gruesome demise get to us, if we let him win because we are too afraid to die, then are we not just as afraid to live by being in fear of death? Will we let this man die in vain, and let these assasins run amock? NO! I say we take the fight to them."
Cerce signalled one of the men from the crowd. "You, get the head Watchman. You, get the corroner. And you, send the word out: Cerce Eugene Tentones will not back down, will not quit, for as long as X is still a factor in Kiwike. For even in death will I not stop my quest against them. Why? Because they cannot kill hope. They cannot kill justice. They cannot kill life! Long live Mavenholm! Long live Cerantia! Long! Live! KIWIKE!!!
RE: We eXist... - Cerce - 08-15-2011
((Edditted
And this is fricken epic. And I'm kind of confused... Are you and The Watchman on the same page? I think the Watchman died, but then you say you dissapeared after the watchman... Some clarrification here, if possible?))