NationStates Jolt Archive


The City of Intrigue (open, mainly CO)

The Captain
08-12-2004, 16:30
Occupied Territory, Southwest of The Captain Mainland

Joe's Place was billed as a restaurant, according to the sign outside. However, it wasn't know as much for the food as it was for the liquor and illegal gambling that went on in the back room. The Captain had acquired this territory as part of its southwest expansion, and the continential forces had quickly overrun the place with little resistance. The soldiers had passed it over for further objectives, but there was a base located a few miles from the city that acted as a supply stop. They frequented the place often enough, and their commander was "nice" (corrupt) enough to stay out of Joe's business. Life in the Occupied Territory wasn't as rough as in the Home Country, so many dissenters and criminals ended up here, for fear of their lives in The Captain.

Joe was sitting at his desk in his office. He reached into his coat pocket and grabbed his silver cigarette case, opened it, and put one in his mouth. After he lit it, he went back to doing his work, but not for long. It was getting to be the busy hour at the bar, and the casino in the back was doing well lately. He finished his drink, closed his ledger, and left his office. He walked down the stairs to the restaurant area where the customers were starting to fill in. Somebody handed Joe a slip to sign, and he signed it and handed it back.

The band was playing in the background, and Joe walked to the front desk. "Hey Sid, how we lookin' tonight?" he asked.

"Evening, Mister Durante," Sid replied. "We should be doing well tonight. The reservations are full, but we saved a few tables for you, as always."

"Thanks." The restaurant always kept some of the best tables away from reservations, in the event that guests of Joe arrived and wanted a seat. There usually were drop-bys, mostly from the owners of clubs and hotels that lined the streets in this "paradise." He stood at the front door and greated some of the newcomers, his white tuxedo jacket perfectly spotless.
The Captain
08-12-2004, 18:41
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Xeraph
08-12-2004, 21:54
Joe glanced to his left, and didn't quite believe what he saw. He blinked several times, but was now sure who it was he was observing.

"I'll be damned," he thought. "Haven't seen him since the old days."

He strode over to the new arrival, and whispered from behind, " Go placidly amidst the noise and haste........"

The tall, athletically built man spun around, eyes wide. " And remember what peace there may be in silence." I'll be go-to-hell...Joe Durante. Last I heard, you were running guns out of the Congo. And not only were you just barely ahead of the authorities, but there was something about the King's daughter......?"

Joe laughed. "Keep that to yourself...it's still a sore subject around these parts." Alaric....good to see you. But what's the deal? Are you here alone? What's the Emperor of one of the most powerful nations in the world doing here?"

Alaric put a finger to his lips. "Keep it under your hat. I'm not here........officially."
Xeraph
08-12-2004, 22:40
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Xeraph
08-12-2004, 22:58
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The Captain
09-12-2004, 00:23
Joe motioned towards a table. "Join me for a drink, old friend. If you need, we can talk in private. Otherwise, there's a great table overlooking the water in the back."

Alaric thought for a moment and decided that he didn't want to draw attention to himself by sneaking into a private office. "This is fine," he said.

Joe went with Alaric to the table and they sat. He motioned for one of the waiters to come over and was greeted by one of them very quickly.

"Mike, a bottle of champagne. Thanks."

Mike brought the champagne immediately- the finest Joe had- and poured two glasses. Joe reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette for himself and offered Alaric one. He declined, and Joe decided that he meant business.

"So, what brings a man of your humble origins to my establishment?"
Xeraph
09-12-2004, 05:40
The Emperor of Xeraph stared at Joe. He was remembering their days as mercenaries during the Sea Wars, west of what is now known as Xeraph. He knew that Joe was utterly trustworthy.......but what he was looking for was vitally crucial to the continuation of the world as they presently knew it.

"Joe...", he began, " I'm here in this shit-hole of a town because I need your help. You were one of the best recon-rats in the business, and I'm hoping that you haven't lost your touch."

"Alaric, I..." "Not Alaric, Joe, just Al. Can't let anybody guess who I am, okay?"

"Okay, Al it is. Al, I was recon a long time ago, 37 years to be exact. I'm pushing 65, but you don't look a day over 25. You haven't changed a bit."

"C'mon Joe, you know the story. I'm the direct descendant of Tanith of Melniboneii, whose mother was part vampyre, part werewolf, and part human. He was very long-lived.....some say he was over 700 years old when he died. Legends, of course...."

"Legends my ass. I know for a fact your'e older than me, by at least 20 years. So there must be something to the vampyre/werewolf thing."

"Well, you know that up until a few years ago, no one believed in the old legends. But when the Kothite Empire came out of nowhere and invaded the borderlands of Xeraph, there they were, as big as life. Vampyres, werewolves, elves, sorcerors, snake-priests....shit, it was like a sci-fi fantasy story......except that people were dying, by the thousands."

"Yeah, we heard that the Kothites gave you a real hard time. Did Xeraph really lose over 30% of the defending forces?"

"Over 35%, Joe. Hundreds of thousands of troopers and civilians, not to mention the Vampyre Army that fought on Xeraph's side. They lost their entire kingdom....nuked by the Kothites. They lost 77% of their entire civilization. Only about 7,000 of them left on the planet."

"Damn....but that's almost ancient history. What are you up to now?"
Jurrik
09-12-2004, 06:23
Krik was leaning back lightly, in the back of his Customized Limousine. The Limo running through 'The Captain's land.' Heading to that famous pirate/crimnal bartending hole.

The Limo escorted by 4 Rush 2005's models. All of them were airdropped along with the President. He picked up and thumbed his phone. Finding the Number for Joe's bar. Calling it. "Yes, this is...uhhh....Timothy Keeler." They probably thought it was a prankcall of some sorts, though, he didn't want the seedy newspapers getting ahold of the fact that he was in a illegal bar AND illegal gambling joint. Though, he easily had over 1m in International Money with him.

He was definetly up for some seedy gambling and some other items. Adjusting his Black Tuxedo as they finally pulled up infront of Joe's and parked out. Turning on the Police issue lights. Only the warning ones. Several men stepping out first. Securing the area. .9mm's held in hand as they stepped upto the Bouncer. Whispering lightly. "Secure a Table." That was all they said, and flashed a pair of Jurrikian Presidental Protective IDs.

That was it. The men moving back to the Limo and further doing a check. Several Armored Cars pulled up. More men stepping up and dispersing themselves into Alleyways and such. The limo finally opening and the President of Jurrik stepping out. Quickly moving toward the door and expecting to be not barred from the Bar/Casino. He wanted to spend some money tonight.


OOC: Do you have MSN or AIM or something?
Xeraph
09-12-2004, 06:36
Krik was leaning back lightly, in the back of his Customized Limousine. The Limo running through 'The Captain's land.' Heading to that famous pirate/crimnal bartending hole.

The Limo escorted by 4 Rush 2005's models. All of them were airdropped along with the President. He picked up and thumbed his phone. Finding the Number for Joe's bar. Calling it. "Yes, this is...uhhh....Timothy Keeler." They probably thought it was a prankcall of some sorts, though, he didn't want the seedy newspapers getting ahold of the fact that he was in a illegal bar AND illegal gambling joint. Though, he easily had over 1m in International Money with him.

He was definetly up for some seedy gambling and some other items. Adjusting his Black Tuxedo as they finally pulled up infront of Joe's and parked out. Turning on the Police issue lights. Only the warning ones. Several men stepping out first. Securing the area. .9mm's held in hand as they stepped upto the Bouncer. Whispering lightly. "Secure a Table." That was all they said, and flashed a pair of Jurrikian Presidental Protective IDs.

That was it. The men moving back to the Limo and further doing a check. Several Armored Cars pulled up. More men stepping up and dispersing themselves into Alleyways and such. The limo finally opening and the President of Jurrik stepping out. Quickly moving toward the door and expecting to be not barred from the Bar/Casino. He wanted to spend some money tonight.


OOC: Do you have MSN or AIM or something?

OOC: MSN....Alaric, King of Xeraph
Xeraph
09-12-2004, 06:43
Joe's thoughts were interrupted by a commotion at the door. "Shit, another big-wig looking to spend some of the tax-payer's money at the craps table."

He turned to Al. "Excuse me, I'll be back in a couple of minutes. I have to see which politician is gracing my establishment tonight."

"No problem, Joe. Take your time. There's a red-head giving me the once-over. Think I'll see what her problem is."

"Be careful with that one, Al. Last guy to mess with her wound up in the nut house.....mumbling something about wiccans loose in the land."

"Really.....hmmmmm, I thought she looked somewhat familiar."
Jurrik
09-12-2004, 06:50
Joe's thoughts were interrupted by a commotion at the door. "Shit, another big-wig looking to spend some of the tax-payer's money at the craps table."

He turned to Al. "Excuse me, I'll be back in a couple of minutes. I have to see which politician is gracing my establishment tonight."

"No problem, Joe. Take your time. There's a red-head giving me the once-over. Think I'll see what her problem is."

"Be careful with that one, Al. Last guy to mess with her wound up in the nut house.....mumbling something about wiccans loose in the land."

"Really.....hmmmmm, I thought she looked somewhat familiar."


Krik smiled lightly, puffing at the Cigar that was placed between his lips. Cuban to be more percise. He looked over the hustle and bustle as he was still held at the door. Finally, Protective Services thumbed at their .9mm's. Waiting. They had chest holsters and Hip Holsters. Right now, they held the Hips.

Krik smiled and motioned blandly to put down the weapons. Aheming as the Briefcases were brought forward. Each one marked by the Jurrikan Governmental Symbol. He looked toward the man that looked like he owned the place.

Krik smiled lightly again. Puffing lightly and puffing into the Bouncer's face not on purpose, but still probably annoying. He then leaned back somewhat. Looking over the area and finally, one of the Protective Services men began to murmur something. The Rush 2005 cars zooming away into a Alleyway along with the Limo. They had been dispatched.

Krik eventually moved forward, attempting to move forward to get a peak. The bouncer pushing him back heavily. Weapons drawn on the Protective Services side. Snipers on the rooftops having secured the area also. Red Dots everywhere except on Krik and his Men. He murmurred lightly. Waiting for the Bouncers to put down their Weapons. Atleast they looked like bouncers. DId they even belong to this club?
Jurrik
09-12-2004, 06:50
Add me if you can to your MSN. Or toss it to me and I'll add you.
Xeraph
09-12-2004, 07:05
Add me if you can to your MSN. Or toss it to me and I'll add you.

Synthezite@hotmail.com
Xeraph
09-12-2004, 07:29
Alaric studies the red-head's face, not to mention the rest of her. "Still magnificant," he thought. He was sure now. It was Varissa, Eric Valtane's wife, distantly related to him.
She knew who he was, too. But she was discreet enough to act non-chalantly. She sidled over to Alaric, and in that unearthly sibilance, barely audible, said, "Well, Alaric, long time, no see. What'cha been up to?"

Alaric glared at her. "No names, Var. I'm not here, if you know what I mean."

"Still playing your games, huh Alaric? Okay, who are you this time, and what's the Quest?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, Var. And by the way, how did you slip away from Eric? He knows better than to let you slip out of his sight for too long."

"Eric's too busy these days organizing and ruling his Galactic Realm to give me much notice, so...here I am, at the crossroads of all that is sleazy and obscene, and somehow, I'm not surprised to see you conspiring with Joe. After all, he was your right-hand man in the old days."

She was still beautiful, even though she was about 100 years old. Varissa was also of the House of Tanith, that long-lived breed of human opportunists.


Suddenly, the bouncers were crowding around a table. It was the one that the politician was occupying. And his security people were not cooperating.
Jurrik
09-12-2004, 07:46
Motioned briefly, as he was herded into the Club. His people holstering their weapons and blending into the Crowd. Dancing and finding other decoys. Female Agents. Each man was wired but wearing diffrent garments. They were cooperating now.

As Krik finally found a seat, he motioned briefly to a Waiter. "I wish to gamble. Surely, there is a place where the House does not always win." He knew of several places, but knew he was also standing in one. The Two suitcases piled infront of him. Handcuffed to the table. He pulled one up and opened it, flashing the large amount of Currency at the waiter. Smacking his hand if he reached in.


Krik was a Ex-General. Promoted to the role of President via a Dictatorship Vote. The will of the previous general. More of a Military Coup. As he attempted to settle more within his seat, he looked around. Finally, a diffrent waiter brought him a drink. He wondered what that one waiter who wandered off was doing. He didn't care.

He was enjoy the night for now.
Jurrik
09-12-2004, 07:56
Motioned briefly, as he was herded into the Club. His people holstering their weapons and blending into the Crowd. Dancing and finding other decoys. Female Agents. Each man was wired but wearing diffrent garments. They were cooperating now.

As Krik finally found a seat, he motioned briefly to a Waiter. "I wish to gamble. Surely, there is a place where the House does not always win." He knew of several places, but knew he was also standing in one. The Two suitcases piled infront of him. Handcuffed to the table. He pulled one up and opened it, flashing the large amount of Currency at the waiter. Smacking his hand if he reached in.


Krik was a Ex-General. Promoted to the role of President via a Dictatorship Vote. The will of the previous general. More of a Military Coup. As he attempted to settle more within his seat, he looked around. Finally, a diffrent waiter brought him a drink. He wondered what that one waiter who wandered off was doing. He didn't care.

He was enjoy the night for now.
Xeraph
09-12-2004, 08:14
Motioned briefly, as he was herded into the Club. His people holstering their weapons and blending into the Crowd. Dancing and finding other decoys. Female Agents. Each man was wired but wearing diffrent garments. They were cooperating now.

As Krik finally found a seat, he motioned briefly to a Waiter. "I wish to gamble. Surely, there is a place where the House does not always win." He knew of several places, but knew he was also standing in one. The Two suitcases piled infront of him. Handcuffed to the table. He pulled one up and opened it, flashing the large amount of Currency at the waiter. Smacking his hand if he reached in.


Krik was a Ex-General. Promoted to the role of President via a Dictatorship Vote. The will of the previous general. More of a Military Coup. As he attempted to settle more within his seat, he looked around. Finally, a diffrent waiter brought him a drink. He wondered what that one waiter who wandered off was doing. He didn't care.

He was enjoy the night for now.

ooc: going to bed...late....will continue tomorrow
The Captain
09-12-2004, 15:34
Joe saw the bigwig walk in with his bodyguards. This wasn't the type of city where everybody walked around with a gun-- some had knives. Joe's place was relatively safe from shootings, though, as most of the people here got enough of their jollies with the alcohol and gambling. The usual pagentry of a VIP and his ego, Joe figured that he held at least as much money in his safe every night, and the bank trucks didn't use this much firepower when he made his deposit.

Joe pulled out another cigarette and lit it. He walked over to the table where Kirk was sitting. He greeted him. "Good evening, sir. 'Name's Joe, but you can call me Mr. Durante." A pause for the joke to sink in. The waiter came back and brought a bottle of champagne for the table. "On the house," Joe explained. "Looks like you've got quite a stash there, in those suitcases. Would you like to keep it in our safe for now? We can change them for some chips for you in the meantime."
Xeraph
10-12-2004, 19:38
The attacker came out of nowhere. He hurled himself at Krik, battle-knife drawn. He was quick, but one of Krik's body guards was a hair quicker.
The body guard deflected the knife with his fore-arm, opening a gash six inches long and deep to the bone. Blood spurted on those nearby, and the mad scramble to get out of the way commenced with women screaming and men yelling.
Alaric sighed. "'Scuse me, Var, it seems my attention is needed elsewhere."

The Emperor unsheathed his sword, and pulled his Glock 9mm from the shoulder holster. In about 20 seconds, it was over.....the attacker was dead, hacked to pieces, full of bullets, not all of them Alaric's.
Krik, however, was somewhat the worse for wear. He was covered in blood, brains, and booze. In the confusion, two of his bags were missing.

Two of the body guards were dead....the black-clad attacker was well trained. When the marshalls arrived, they got varying accounts of the fight.

When it was Alaric's turn, he gave them his version. "I saw the ninja head straight for the fat guy in the expensive suit, the one with all the security. He had a 7-inch Marine Kabar in his hand, and it looked very sharp.
One of the body guards placed himself in harm's way, and got cut open. The ninja..."
" One of the cops said, " Wait a minute. How do you know it was a ninja?"
" I guess you didn't see the tattoo on the guy's neck."

The cop motioned to one of his underlings, and he pulled away the table-cloth covering the dead man's face. "Ah, Katazani..........."

Alaric replied, " Yep, saw it right away, and knew what I was up against. He was too close for me to open fire, so I had no choice but to engage him in swordplay. He didn't have the same concern for the rest of the patrons in here, though." He pointed to the dead bartender and waitress, almost cut in two by the ninja's katana. " If it hadn't been for my companion here, I might have fared worse." He gestured to Varissa, still panting after the fight she put up. She had actually been the one to initially come in contact with the attacker......and the ninja had payed dearly for it.
Varissa had, in one stroke, severed the ninja's left arm from his body, while simultaneously, Alaric had sliced through his neck.

As the attacker fell, the remaining body guards pumped the ninja full of bullets. For about 5 seconds, the ninja still came on, but a final shot to the head put him permanently out of commision.
The Captain
10-12-2004, 20:38
If I had been there, I'd be dead too, Joe thought as he thanked God that he'd gone to get some chips for Krik. Now he'd have an incident to deal with, but he wasn't worried about the local police. The military investigation would be much worse to deal with-- especially if international figures were involved.

He grabbed one of the head waiters. "Don't pick up any checks tonight."

The police were combing over the area around Krik's table, and most of the patrons in that area were striken with a mix of fear and shock. Some of the patrons at the far end of the room were perking their heads up and trying to get a better glimpse of the action.

Joe walked to Al. "Looks like you still got it." He then turned to the nearest officer. "See to it that my patrons aren't bothered. They had nothing to do with this."

The restaurant was calming down now, and most of the patrons who had finished their food left. There was one couple that had an early flight the next day, and the police let them through without questioning. Upon exiting, the patrons noticed the military police vehicles surrounding the entrance. Armed soldiers stood guard at the door with automatic weapons, letting people out but nobody in.

"You," Joe said, turning to one of his busboys and signaling at Krik. "Get something for this man to clean himself up with."
Xeraph
10-12-2004, 20:56
Alaric turned to Joe. " So, master seargent, what do you think...feel like joining me on the road?"

Joe raised an eyebrow. " What's the deal? You gotta give me more than you did."

" Oh, nothing other than the usual...y'know, saving the world, defeating the forces of evil, etc."

" Joe smiled, " I shoulda known.........OK count me in. I'll let my brother-in-law run the saloon while I'm gone. Who else ya got in mind to join this little outting?"

A slow smile crept across Alaric's face. "I'll let you know, later......."



When Alaric woke shortly after sunrise, he discovered that a strange thing had happened during the night.
For three days now, the land had risen steadily upward from a lush and pleasent river delta toward this forbidding region of grey slate, withered shrubs, and distant peaks whose summits hid behind blowing clouds of mist.
The land was lonely, as if nothing human dwelled there. The savage terrain suited Alaric's melancholy turn of mind.
It had been less than a month since the ninja attack at the Silver Spur, that dive along the streets of Dinsha owned by his now-master-seargent, Joe. There, he had parted from the beautiful, dark-haired women, whom he knew he could never have, named Varissa.
Queen Varissa, wife of his oldest and most loyal ally, Eric Valtane, Lord of the Federated Suns.
The Captain
11-12-2004, 06:29
I had a nightclub. Besutiful women. All the booze I wanted. And the house always won. And now look at me...

Joe's mind told him to pine for the days at his club, but his soul knew this was where he should be. This was the kind of work he was made for, and that was one reason he could never go back to his home country. There had been some incidents in the past that made it too hard to return, and he paid for it every day he lived in the Occupied Territory. Now that he had some time for his thoughts, his mind wandered to the family he had overseas, wondering if their husband and father would ever come home.

Sorry kids, he thought, shaking his head rapidly as if he could tear the memories from his brain. At least he still had some family he could rely on, but Joe would almost certainly never fall in love again. Love was supposed to hurt a little, but it was never supposed to endanger your life.

Although his mind depressed him, his heart told him he made the right choice. This was his true calling in life... and he needed to know where his calling was bringing him this time.

"So Al, are you going to tell me why exactly we're hiking into those forboding mountains over there? Or am I just going to have to load my gun and find out when we get there?"
Xeraph
12-12-2004, 01:11
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Xeraph
12-12-2004, 20:38
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Xeraph
12-12-2004, 21:40
Alaric scanned the horizon. He didn't know exactly where the Dagger was, but he was sure of the general direction.

" Joe, it's simple. The Dagger of Chouros is a symbol to the hill tribes of Koth that the Kothite wizards are no more. The wizards held the tribemen in bondage for over 3,000 years, and now I need the chieftains to see that they are no more. The Dagger will do this."

" And why should I care if you gain even more control over the continent of AON. Youv'e already got control of at least 1/3 of it, and your ally and neighbor Emperor Crossman has 1/3. "

Alaric chuckled, " Ah, Joe Durante, you haven't changed. You want to know what is in it for you, right?"

"Yeah, and I want to know what the hell that big guy behind us has got to do with this."

" Stefan is one of the few remaining Vampyres of the Clan Dracul, the ruling clan of the old Vampyrric Nations. As unusual as he looks, he's highly intelligent, and utterly devoid of any human emotion. Just the kind of guy I need to rule the hill-tribes.
You, my friend, are going to be the King of Auralinia, who I am going to permit to conquer 5 of the remaining 6 nations that entered the southern portion of my Empire. King Ricala of Auralinia has agreed to be the Director of the EX Space Corps, effectively controlling the Typhon Expanse in the Andromeda Galaxy. So you, Stefan, Ricala and Prince Vlad of the Grey Phoenix are going to rule the continent with me.....with all the perks and privileges thereof."

" Shit, you never did screw around with little stuff, did ya Alaric? OK, count me in. Never been a King before. What happens if I don't like being a vassal of Xeraph, and want to be independant?"

" Why, that's simple, Joe. I beam you out of your throne room, into a pit of flesh-eating cock roaches, and.........poof!.........new king in Auralinia."

" Subtle you 'aint........."
Xeraph
13-12-2004, 01:42
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The Captain
13-12-2004, 05:56
Joe thought the prospect over for a minute. All he'd ever done before was run a small restaurant in the middle of a shady city ruled by an iron fist. And now he was asked to run a small country. It was certainly different, but how many kids actually get their dream of ruling over a populous? Not many at all, Joe thought. King Joe...

He came back to reality and thought about his chances of getting this done. He and Alaric were good, and the big beefy vampire looked like he'd been around the block before too. And Alaric was his longest and oldest friend-- if he couldn't trust him, there was nobody to trust.

As King of Auralinia, he could surely get his family into his life again. He could start things over... His mind drifted back into a world where he was happy all of the time, and not just when he was shoving the barrel of a gun into somebody's face. He wondered how the occupied government would take it that a man such as himself suddenly ended up on the other side of the world seated in a throne. They wouldn't care too much, he hoped.

"You've got yourself a deal."
Xeraph
14-12-2004, 03:57
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Xeraph
14-12-2004, 04:33
" Good.....let's get going."

Alaric was all business now. He had an Empire to protect, and the people he chose to run it with him were of the highest caliber. Stephan, Vampyre Lord, who was going to rule the remaining vampyres, as well as the Elves, Wiccans, and the Snake Priest-Kings of the western part of the Empire.
Joseph Durante, known by many different names, not the least of which was Captain Shadow, for you never knew whether there were actually someone there, or was it a shadow....
Ricala, present King of Auralinia, soon to be Lord Director of Xeraph's Space Corps, arguably the largest and most powerful in any Galaxy.

These four were destined to lead not only the greatest empire in the known world, but eventually to rule a "mega-empire", the likes of which have not been seen for over 10,000 years.........
Xeraph
14-12-2004, 23:27
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Xeraph
18-12-2004, 02:09
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Xeraph
18-12-2004, 02:32
Alaric, Joe, and Stephan trudged along the dusty road leading to what Alaric hoped was the hut of the witch, Zenora. Supposedly, she was the one to see about the Dagger. " Amazing, in this age of technology, there are still many things that can't be understood without magic", thought Alaric.

As they rounded the corner of a run-down stable, Stephan grunted. In the almost unintelligable gutteral language of the vampyre, he pointed, and the stream of grunts and gobbles ended abruptly when an arrow embedded itself just inches from Stephan's head in the post of the stable. The three of them dropped to the ground, and Joe popped his head up in an effort to see where the arrow came from. He saw a ram-shackle shed-like building, and a woman in front of it holding a huge long bow. She looked like she was over a hundred years old, but she had a draw on that bow that would be the envy of many a strong warrior.

" Whoever the hell you three are, go away. I've not time for fools seeking love potions or male enhancement spells", she spat.

" Zenora, it's me, Alaric......you remember about 83 years ago........?"

" Yes, I remember you, you son of a bitch. Left me high and dry in the Crossmanian Mountains. Stick that head up again, and I'll skewer it."

" C'mon, Zen, we had good times. You can't still be mad over that little bit of foolishness........can you?"

Slowly, she smiled. " You were always one of my favorites. And you don't look a day older than the last time I saw you, 83 years ago. I guess that legend of Tanith has some merit."

The three travelers slowly got up, dusted themselves off, and walked toward the witch.
Xeraph
18-12-2004, 04:17
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Xeraph
25-12-2004, 17:08
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Xeraph
31-12-2004, 21:26
bump...anybody can play...just jump right in
Xeraph
02-01-2005, 04:37
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Xeraph
08-01-2005, 22:52
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Xeraph
10-01-2005, 01:44
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