Cutface Wandering

[Sethorion]

((Continued from the old forum -- ))

Mokak took his box and carefully opened it. Inside there were two weighted throwing knives, a chain-link sling, sharp metal studs for pellets and a small bag of 100 gold peices. Pleased, he nodded to the employer and left the room.

Picking up the weapons and armour he had stripped off at the door, he stored them all in his box and turned to Cutface.

"Do you have a training arena here?"

-ooc- First RP goes to me!!!!

[tSoMtW]

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[Sethorion]

-ooc- Oh, sorry, I forgot to transfer them from the old forum...
BTW: Could you please tranfer my post count from the old forum? (+166 posts)

[Cutface]

Cutface smiled and pointed towards the battle hall. He saw that Mokak had recieved some type of armour and weapons. He knew that he wasn't going to help much with the mysterious liquid unless he gave some to Mokak to try it out. He smiled and decided that he was going to follow Mokak to the trainging room and tne slip Mokak some. Justto see what happens.

[Sliteye]

With his head bowed Calithlin left the room. His box was filled with all the normal things, money and a few weapons. But at the bottom of the box there was a small envelope. But he didn't open it yet. Walking to the training hall he sat against the wall and looked at the new dagger he got. Nodding to Cut and Mokak he watched Cut, he had seen Cuts small bottol, and waited to see what he would do...

[Cutface]

Cutface decided that he might not be able to trick Mokak into trying some of the liquid and if the liquid did something good. Mokak didn't deserve it. He decided that he was going to see what Cal said about it. He put the bottle with the strange liquid in his pocket and walked towards Cal. "Hey! What did the Employer give you this time?" He called out to Cal as he got closer.

[Sliteye]

(I wonder with Seth got to?)

Cal shrugged as he watched the other mercs sparring against each other. "The useual, weapons and money, im surpised that we didn't get anything better." Cut didn't need to know about the envelope untill Cal himself was sure what was inside it....

[Cutface]

"Well I got something something strange." He was very close the Cal becauser he didn't want to tell anyone else what he got. he was almost whispering. "I got this bottle with some liquid in it." H e showed Cal the bottle.

[Sliteye]

Looking carefully at the bottle Cal took it from Cuts paws and held it up to his eyes. Shakeing the bottle slightly he tapped the green bottle. "Aye, this is the employers special blend, dont give this to anyone one who you dont want dead. This poisen will leave no trance in food or water, not even smell, and will kill any beast in a matter of minutes or secounds, depending on the dose. Trust me, you need very little for even a few seconds."

[Cutface]

"Wow... thats nice. He gave me poison. Of course I could use it. Its perfect for a quick kill. I wonder why he gave me this and only gave you the normal stuff." Cutface scratched his face and put it in his vest and fastened his vest pocket shut. He didn't want to lose something as valuable as this. He sighed a little and thought again about what his next job might be. Would it be huge or would it be a small kill where he might get to use the poisin.

[Sliteye]

Cal only shrugged as he looked around the training area again. Yawning he only now relaises how tired he was. Smileing slightly he nodded to cut as he stood up. "Tis been a long day Cut, I'll see you in the morning." Nodding he walked off to his bunk and after storeing his items in his locker he quickly fell asleep....

[Cutface]

Cut smiled and did the same. He went to his locker and looked in. He took out some of his money for later use and then went to his bunk. Living here was a lot better than sleeping outside, but their was always that feeling that you might get killed in your sleep. Especially if you are as famous as Cut or Cal. The employer could turn on them if he felt like it at any moment. This feeling was stronger even tonight. He even slept with a sword in his bed. What was going to happen?

[Sethorion]

-ooc- Sorry for being gone so long guys. BTW: I don't know if you really want to try killing Mokak. It would probably work, but I need him for later.

-bic- Mokak returned from the training arena feeling tired and ready for sleep. After he was shown to his new quarters he locked his equipment in his box with a iron lock that he usually kept for things like this. After making sure that nothing could be stolen, he hid the key and climbed into his bunk. After a few minutes of turning around restlessly in his bed, he fell sound asleep.

While he slept, the fox felt burdened by a heavy weight, some destiny yet to be fullfilled. It nudged his subconcious mind telling him that something was not right, something was missing...

Mokak reawoke suddenly, as though he had been doused in ice-water. He wasn't tired or irritated by the sudden reawakening, it was like he had been awke all along. He wasn't even in bed. Where was he?
He was wearing his armour, why?
Questions filled his mind as he examined his surroundings. Everything had chnaged: The ground was covered by frosty white and mist wrapped around him through the air. As far as the eye could see there was nothing but cloudy whiteness. The air had a kind of strange non-exsistant feel.

It was a dream...
Mokak wasn't given to superstitions, but he felt that somehow this was important. Something was wrong. This dream meant something and he had to do something important.

There was a suddenly a strong breeze and a wisp of black smoke swept trough the air and wrapped around the mercinary fox as if feeling his form. Then, it pulled away and stopped again, several feet away. There, before his eyes, it grew larger and blacker, materializing into the form of some strange beast. The smoky figure looked large and forboding, the scent of death tainting the air.

The white mist pulled away from it like it was an evil curse, the frost melting away hurriedly moving away from him, forming a circle about the two beasts. Mokak felt something stir inside of him, a monster from the past, like a memory or an unfinished destiny. The shadow before him changed forms suddenly, shedding it's smokey appearracne. There, the beast that stood in place of the wraithen figure shocked Mokak far more than the rest of the dream ever had.

The thing in front of him looked just like him, only slightly different. It was another beast wearing exactly the same armour, exactly the same size and biuld of muscle, but then Mokak saw that there were indeed things changed: Looking at the razor studded gauntlets that both he and it bore, he noticed that the other beast's were no longer so old looking as Mokak's, the metal shining brighter then ever before and the dark enamal coating on the armour was blacker than night as if it it had been made anew by some master craftsbeast, created with expertise and care that Mokak had never before seen.

Yet again the apperration suprised the merc fox as he looked closer. The armour worn by the mirror-form Mokak involved far more war-impliments than his own including iron gloves, a steel belt, spike-toe-ed boots and a face mask and helmet. Mokak possesed none of these things. When he had first bought his equipment from a rat merchant the vermin had insisted that the whole set had been given to him, but here he could see differently.

Finally, the fox gained the confidence to talk. "Who are you?"
An echoy voice replied, as if through the dark mists of time all the way to him, far in the future, to hear. "I am Rolvog, the dirge of Valmorg and Trok, the one who's legacy you must fulfill.

Witout another word, Rolvog stepped directly into Mokak's body. The monster in the fox's breast burned wildly, siezing his mind and stealing his body. After several seconds, Mokak realized that he was no longer himself, but rather, he was now Rolvog.

He/they now stood in the middle of the ring of mist, facing a beast who Mokak did not recognize. He wore armour, like Mokak, but it was different. It was a fox like him too, but it wasn't him. Unable to make out features on the other's face, Mokak drew his sword, unable to decide wheather it was friend or foe.

The other drew drew his sword. Definately foe. With a running started, the enemy fox leapt into the air and swung the sword at him. Moak responded with agility and skill that did not match his own. It was the skill of Rolvog. The two beasts whirled , paried and twisted, fighting and clashing blades like a pair of whirlwinds, each with matching skill and speed, unable to slay either one or the other. Sparks flew as steel clashed and teeth clenched together as the blocked one another over and over again fighting for their lives.

Then, all at once, the enemy fox, attempted to disarm Mokak with a figure-eight swipe, but Mokak reponded by reversing the momentum with a move that he had never befor seen, disarming his enemy and peircing his breast with his own sword. Th fox dissappearred in a flash of light and a burst of ashes as Mokak's claymore touched him and the nameless beast's blade fell to the ground.

Without a so much as a glance at the pile of ashes in the middle of the arena, Mokak approached the sword on the ground, with a feeling of lust, it felt as though he had been deprived of water for many years and now had the chance to drink from the very spring of life. Mokak didn't know why it was that he cared for the blade so, he had never seen it before and did not recognize the signifigance of it.

Reaching down to pick up the fallen treasure, he began to examine it. It was beautiful...

"Mokak? Wake up. There was somebody in the training area who wanted to see you."
Mokak woke with a start, the feeling of lust still tainting his mind. He tried to brushed it away, but it wouldn't leave him in peice. stepping out of bed, he turned to the rat that had woen him up. "You have delivered you message, now please leave."

Looking a little peived, the rat left him and closed the door. Mokak got out of bed and put on his armour, suddenly not feeling whole without it. Then, purpousfullly, he left his room and left for the training hall, noting in the back of his mind that it was still nighttime.

-ooc- Sorry for the long post and yes, I know that it doesn't make sense yet.

[Cutface]

Cutface lay in his bed uneasy. The sword that he had was rubbing against him with every twist in turn. You can never sleep with a feeling like this. His room was a lot bigger than the other assasins. It is your reward for expirience. When everyone fears you, they don't want to sleep in the same room as you. Suddenly there was a knock on the door which seemed odd but somehow expected. Cutface was still fully dressed and he had his sword in his hand. He walked to the door, but didn't open it. "Come in," he said hoping that if the knocker was foe he would have the element of suprise.

The door opened and Cutface's grip on the sword tightened. He clenched his teeth and prepared on what might happen. Then a small ferret walked in nerviously, "Umm... umm... i'm... you know... sorry for intruding on you... I feel that you presence is needed in the training hall... Umm employers orders." the nervous ferret said as he secretly held a dagger behind his back.

Cutface didn't see the dagger didn't see the weapon, "Ok, but leave now. you aren't needed here anymore. Leave!" Then, all of a sudden the small ferret whipped his dagger with amzing speed at Cutface's chest. Cutface didn't have enough time to block it with his sword or dodge it completely. The dagger grazed his left arm he charged at the small ferret with speed. he would kill this one with ease. The small ferret whipped out another dagger and blocked the blow of Cutface's sword. Cutface got angry and kicked the small ferret to the ground. The ferret tried stabbing Cut again, but he was ready for it. Cutface increased his pressure on the ferret's neck and killed him. No one messes with Cutface.

Cutface lifted the ferret his one hand threw the dead body out into the hallway. He started for the training room for two reason's. One becasue he was awake and the employer might want him dead, and second the employer might actually want to see him. This should be an interesting night.

[Sliteye]

Calithlins sleep was rudely interrupted as he felt cold steel against his neck. Opening his eyes he looked you, but didn't move, one of the mercs he had seen early that day was standing over him. "I'm disappointed in you Calithlin, I thought you were good. The employer wants you in the training hall." Cal nodded, and moved before the weasel could even see it. Grabbing the weasels wrist he twisted sharply. The weasel let out a howl of pain that was silenced by Calithlins paw and the weasels own dagger at his throat. "You seem to forget the most basic rule of a merc, never underestamate anyone, but I'll find out what this is about." turning the weasel around he walked forward, the dagger still across the weasels throat and his mouth covered with Cals paw. Making his way to the training hall he walked through the door to see he was the only one in. But the hall was mostly shrouded in darkness. Still holding the weasel captive he looked around, waiting for something to happen...

(You guys can play the employer if you want.)

[Cutface]

Cutface walked down the hall in the darkness and almost walked right into Cal and the weasel. He laughed and pointed to it. "They sent one of them up for you also. I killed mine in a second." He poionted to the dagger cut on his shoulder and laughed. " Lets see what the employer wants, or it might be a set up. We could eb walking into a trap." Cutface still had on of his dual swords, and he didn't have time to get the other. He turned the corner and looked for some light and didn't find any.