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#101
Webber careened around another car, as a stream of rounds buffeted her trunk. How unfortunate that the car was a rental.
"The rental agent's gonna pop a vein," she muttered.
Mark looked over, and tried to hold on as the Drow swooped around another car.
The distinct wail of a European police siren could be heard. Behind their attacker was a car from the Metro Police, trying in vain to chase the car down. "Bobbies" were unarmed, so the officer was taking an insane risk.
That mattered little to Maddie Webber, the Drow rogue. She grimaced, and unholstered one of the .45's on her hip. She said, "Drive. And keep the car steady."
"What the fuck?" Selene snapped.
Webber checked her magazine, and let out a smirk. She then lowered her window, while the Vampyre took the wheel. The Drow then took as careful aim as her position allowed, not noticing the shots coming in her direction. She then let off one round.
The streets went into chaos. People screamed. Suddenly the car chasing Maddie exploded in a massive blue fireball, parts flying into every lane. What was left of the car went into flight, tumbling end-over-end before landing on its trunk. Fuel erupted, and the car was reduced to a scorched hulk.
"What the fuck did you hit?" Mark exclaimed, shaken and surprised.
Webber took the wheel back, and quipped, "They're elemental rounds, Darthiiri. You should look into investing in them."
"Well, I guess so," Mark said. "Demi, put that on your shopping list, will you?"
Demi nodded uneasily, and said, "Sure..."
"The rental agent's gonna pop a vein," she muttered.
Mark looked over, and tried to hold on as the Drow swooped around another car.
The distinct wail of a European police siren could be heard. Behind their attacker was a car from the Metro Police, trying in vain to chase the car down. "Bobbies" were unarmed, so the officer was taking an insane risk.
That mattered little to Maddie Webber, the Drow rogue. She grimaced, and unholstered one of the .45's on her hip. She said, "Drive. And keep the car steady."
"What the fuck?" Selene snapped.
Webber checked her magazine, and let out a smirk. She then lowered her window, while the Vampyre took the wheel. The Drow then took as careful aim as her position allowed, not noticing the shots coming in her direction. She then let off one round.
The streets went into chaos. People screamed. Suddenly the car chasing Maddie exploded in a massive blue fireball, parts flying into every lane. What was left of the car went into flight, tumbling end-over-end before landing on its trunk. Fuel erupted, and the car was reduced to a scorched hulk.
"What the fuck did you hit?" Mark exclaimed, shaken and surprised.
Webber took the wheel back, and quipped, "They're elemental rounds, Darthiiri. You should look into investing in them."
"Well, I guess so," Mark said. "Demi, put that on your shopping list, will you?"
Demi nodded uneasily, and said, "Sure..."
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#102
They stood on the top of the tower. Peering over the crenellated battlements on the large balconey which fully encircled Alvarius's study on the top story of the tower.
"So... What next" Xendarik asked. Tired from the previous exertion.
"The watchmen will soon find this base. Whether I see it through divinations or not, they will eventually track me back here, just as they did twice before to my other towers. The first I was foolish enough to build in a populated area... but the last was in Siberia. Granted, I was not as powerful then, I could not defend it adequatly. But now I can"
"You didnt answer the question"
"If you would let me speak and not cut me off..."
"Sorry"
"At any rate, I will need additional defenses. Both air and seaborn. This will require... something special. I used earth elementals to create this island, and stone shape spells to create this tower. it one solid piece of granite. Its halls are enchanted with runes which calll upon a massie warding spell, and there are glyphs of warding, explosive runes and snake sigils and symbol of pain runes at every door and window. Anyone who goes within their areas who I have not authorized will be shut down... "
"B ut it still isn't enough"
"Unfortunatly no. I need water based defenses to guard the approach, and I might not have the time needed to conjur a squal. Unfortunatly, I do not yet know the spells needed to do what I need to do... and thanks to that smirking fiend Q, I cannot get back to Feurun to acquire them, or proper training in their casting. I will need to do that here in this solar system"
"But... how will you get the spells?" with that question, the older wizard smirked.
"Several civilizations had magical traditions on this world. Among them, were a group of people called the Egyptians. Come tomorrow, after the sacrifice... I will send you there to do some...searching"
"So... What next" Xendarik asked. Tired from the previous exertion.
"The watchmen will soon find this base. Whether I see it through divinations or not, they will eventually track me back here, just as they did twice before to my other towers. The first I was foolish enough to build in a populated area... but the last was in Siberia. Granted, I was not as powerful then, I could not defend it adequatly. But now I can"
"You didnt answer the question"
"If you would let me speak and not cut me off..."
"Sorry"
"At any rate, I will need additional defenses. Both air and seaborn. This will require... something special. I used earth elementals to create this island, and stone shape spells to create this tower. it one solid piece of granite. Its halls are enchanted with runes which calll upon a massie warding spell, and there are glyphs of warding, explosive runes and snake sigils and symbol of pain runes at every door and window. Anyone who goes within their areas who I have not authorized will be shut down... "
"B ut it still isn't enough"
"Unfortunatly no. I need water based defenses to guard the approach, and I might not have the time needed to conjur a squal. Unfortunatly, I do not yet know the spells needed to do what I need to do... and thanks to that smirking fiend Q, I cannot get back to Feurun to acquire them, or proper training in their casting. I will need to do that here in this solar system"
"But... how will you get the spells?" with that question, the older wizard smirked.
"Several civilizations had magical traditions on this world. Among them, were a group of people called the Egyptians. Come tomorrow, after the sacrifice... I will send you there to do some...searching"
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#103
"Come in!" the other henchmen yell into their radios.
"Where the fuck is he?!"
Just seconds later, they come up on the remains of the other car, with their target nowheres in sight.
"Holy shit... they must have fucking artellery."
"We're going to need more firepower. Let's get back to the boss before the cops catch up."
"Right..."
The sniper and his partner drive away from their comrade's charred remains. They ditch their stolen vehicle and proceed back to the hotel to wait for the others to finish their talk with Iceheart before moving on, letting Mark and his party get away... this time.
"Where the fuck is he?!"
Just seconds later, they come up on the remains of the other car, with their target nowheres in sight.
"Holy shit... they must have fucking artellery."
"We're going to need more firepower. Let's get back to the boss before the cops catch up."
"Right..."
The sniper and his partner drive away from their comrade's charred remains. They ditch their stolen vehicle and proceed back to the hotel to wait for the others to finish their talk with Iceheart before moving on, letting Mark and his party get away... this time.
#104
Mark glanced back, checking for any sign of pursuit. He sighed, "Looks like we lost 'em."
Maddie said nothing, but kept driving. About half an hour later, she went into a parking lot, and stopped next to a quiet cafe. The group went inside, and found a secluded booth to gather around.
"Now what?" asked Selene.
"The ambush was interesting, to say the least," Maddie answered. "Looks like somebody doesn't like you."
"Somebody knows we're involved in the Budapest operation," Demi said. "Worse, they also know we're in London, although we didn't come here by... conventional... means. I don't like that at all. Somebody's tracking our movements, and knows what we're up to. We've got to find this person, now."
"I agree," the Drow blinked. "You two pissed off the wrong group."
"Yuri... could he track us?" Demi then asked.
"I don't know jack shit about psionics, but it's a possibility," Maddie replied. "He could be listening in on our conversation right now."
"I find that unlikely," Mark said, crossing his arms. "He'd have to be some god-like psionic to do that. I say there's somebody watching us, albeit one that's a psionic himself."
Just then a halfling waitress walked up, holding a notepad.
"How can I help ya t'day?" she asked in a thick Cockney accent.
"Coffee," Mark said.
The others shook their heads.
"Very well then, I'll have yer coffee in a sec," she sighed. Once the waitress walked off, the group resumed their discussion.
"If that's the case, sitting around and talking about it is only helping him," Selene advised.
"Good point," Demi said. "But we can't just do nothing."
"I say we get the psion's attention," Selene said. "Remember, that's what we were trying to do before."
"Agreed," Mark nodded.
The Halfling came back, and set a coffee cup down before Mark, who then handed her some money. She examined it, and threw it back in his lap.
"I don' want Euros, ya bloo'y buffoon!" she quipped.
Maddie rolled her eyes, and handed the woman some British currency. To pay back, Mark handed the Drow his European money. The Halfling left.
"So, we get the psion, and use Alvarius' Dimensional Door scroll to get back," Demi said. "Drawing the psion to us is the problem."
Mark then took her hand, and said, "I'll figure out a way, don't you worry about that."
Maddie brushed a lock of her orange-dyed hair aside. She had a bad feeling about that idea. It was time to formulate a better one.
Maddie said nothing, but kept driving. About half an hour later, she went into a parking lot, and stopped next to a quiet cafe. The group went inside, and found a secluded booth to gather around.
"Now what?" asked Selene.
"The ambush was interesting, to say the least," Maddie answered. "Looks like somebody doesn't like you."
"Somebody knows we're involved in the Budapest operation," Demi said. "Worse, they also know we're in London, although we didn't come here by... conventional... means. I don't like that at all. Somebody's tracking our movements, and knows what we're up to. We've got to find this person, now."
"I agree," the Drow blinked. "You two pissed off the wrong group."
"Yuri... could he track us?" Demi then asked.
"I don't know jack shit about psionics, but it's a possibility," Maddie replied. "He could be listening in on our conversation right now."
"I find that unlikely," Mark said, crossing his arms. "He'd have to be some god-like psionic to do that. I say there's somebody watching us, albeit one that's a psionic himself."
Just then a halfling waitress walked up, holding a notepad.
"How can I help ya t'day?" she asked in a thick Cockney accent.
"Coffee," Mark said.
The others shook their heads.
"Very well then, I'll have yer coffee in a sec," she sighed. Once the waitress walked off, the group resumed their discussion.
"If that's the case, sitting around and talking about it is only helping him," Selene advised.
"Good point," Demi said. "But we can't just do nothing."
"I say we get the psion's attention," Selene said. "Remember, that's what we were trying to do before."
"Agreed," Mark nodded.
The Halfling came back, and set a coffee cup down before Mark, who then handed her some money. She examined it, and threw it back in his lap.
"I don' want Euros, ya bloo'y buffoon!" she quipped.
Maddie rolled her eyes, and handed the woman some British currency. To pay back, Mark handed the Drow his European money. The Halfling left.
"So, we get the psion, and use Alvarius' Dimensional Door scroll to get back," Demi said. "Drawing the psion to us is the problem."
Mark then took her hand, and said, "I'll figure out a way, don't you worry about that."
Maddie brushed a lock of her orange-dyed hair aside. She had a bad feeling about that idea. It was time to formulate a better one.
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#105
London, Soho Red Lights District....
The red lights district was probably less interesting at noon, but someone seemed to think differently. He stopped in front of a building with a big 'sex shop' sign on it, then walked in. The man wore a jacket, a baseball cap, a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses, and military-cut hair. As he spoke with thick American accents, the shopkeeper thought, this guy looks like the bloody Tom Clancy.
"I wanna' see your whip, pal. Show me what you got."
American tourist, the shopkeeper confirmed, then handed out a various assortment of whips and chains. The tourist examined the items for a moment, then shook his head, "well actually I'm looking for.. ah, what do you call it, upscale?"
And deep-pocketed as well, the shopkeeper handed out a more expensive whip, then spoke, "finest leather, and you can put your initial on the handle if you're really.... into it."
"How long it'll take?"
"Well, you can come here again on sunset."
"Whoa, can't wait that long, pal. Make it two hours and I'll double the price"
"Can't wait, do you?" the shopkeeper snickered, "alright. By the way, what's the initial you wanna' put here?"
"J.H.W," the tourist pronounced.
Two hours later, the tourist walked out of the sex shop while carrying a small plastic bag. Excellent, he thought, Now I need to find some local DHL office, but first thing first.....
Few hours later, a man wearing a baseball cap, a mullet hair, and a thick moustache sat down in a local DHL office. The clerk frowned at him, "I don't know you're a friend of Sir James Hyde-White, Sir".
"Oh, he is our costumer actually; it is a compliment package."
The clerk thought, frankly, I can never imagine HE is a friend of Sir James either. He then read the sender's address, 'Lorrainne Escort Service'? Ah, so the tabloids were right, the clerk shook his head, the good Sir James.... Welcome to the age of depravity. He did not want to imagine what the package contained.
Soon enough, the moustached guy walked out of the office and smiled with satisfaction. Now I can relax and have some coffee, but not around this neighborhood for sure.
He then produced an iPod-like device from his jacket and started listening, shaking his head a little as if enjoying the music. Little anyone know that the MP3 player was actually a military-grade 'extended ear'; ultra-sensitive, parabolic microphone that could detect, filter, and record any sound in its focused area up to few miles away. Of course, now the distance was merely few meters, it was not difficult to capture their conversation.
The assassin decided he needed to stalk the mercenaries for a while. If they were still paid by Alvarius to stop Yuri, maybe he needed to lend them a hand.
But of course, it would be an invisible hand.
Because nobody should learn the true identity of Iceheart the assassin.
The red lights district was probably less interesting at noon, but someone seemed to think differently. He stopped in front of a building with a big 'sex shop' sign on it, then walked in. The man wore a jacket, a baseball cap, a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses, and military-cut hair. As he spoke with thick American accents, the shopkeeper thought, this guy looks like the bloody Tom Clancy.
"I wanna' see your whip, pal. Show me what you got."
American tourist, the shopkeeper confirmed, then handed out a various assortment of whips and chains. The tourist examined the items for a moment, then shook his head, "well actually I'm looking for.. ah, what do you call it, upscale?"
And deep-pocketed as well, the shopkeeper handed out a more expensive whip, then spoke, "finest leather, and you can put your initial on the handle if you're really.... into it."
"How long it'll take?"
"Well, you can come here again on sunset."
"Whoa, can't wait that long, pal. Make it two hours and I'll double the price"
"Can't wait, do you?" the shopkeeper snickered, "alright. By the way, what's the initial you wanna' put here?"
"J.H.W," the tourist pronounced.
Two hours later, the tourist walked out of the sex shop while carrying a small plastic bag. Excellent, he thought, Now I need to find some local DHL office, but first thing first.....
Few hours later, a man wearing a baseball cap, a mullet hair, and a thick moustache sat down in a local DHL office. The clerk frowned at him, "I don't know you're a friend of Sir James Hyde-White, Sir".
"Oh, he is our costumer actually; it is a compliment package."
The clerk thought, frankly, I can never imagine HE is a friend of Sir James either. He then read the sender's address, 'Lorrainne Escort Service'? Ah, so the tabloids were right, the clerk shook his head, the good Sir James.... Welcome to the age of depravity. He did not want to imagine what the package contained.
Soon enough, the moustached guy walked out of the office and smiled with satisfaction. Now I can relax and have some coffee, but not around this neighborhood for sure.
Few tables away, a man with a baseball cap, military-cut hair, and Ray-Ban sunglasses were enjoying the coffee when he noticed the group. He soon recognized the couple, Mark and Demi Ferency, he thought, so they ARE in London as well?Ra wrote:
Just then a halfling waitress walked up, holding a notepad.
"How can I help ya t'day?" she asked in a thick Cockney accent.
"Coffee," Mark said.
The others shook their heads.
"Very well then, I'll have yer coffee in a sec," she sighed. Once the waitress walked off, the group resumed their discussion.
He then produced an iPod-like device from his jacket and started listening, shaking his head a little as if enjoying the music. Little anyone know that the MP3 player was actually a military-grade 'extended ear'; ultra-sensitive, parabolic microphone that could detect, filter, and record any sound in its focused area up to few miles away. Of course, now the distance was merely few meters, it was not difficult to capture their conversation.
Interesting, Kreshna thought. Based on the conversation, he could not sure exactly whether the mercenaries were in London regarding Yuri's vampyre or not, but the word 'Alvarius' strongly suggested him so.Ra wrote:"If that's the case, sitting around and talking about it is only helping him," Selene advised.
"Good point," Demi said. "But we can't just do nothing."
"I say we get the psion's attention," Selene said. "Remember, that's what we were trying to do before."
"Agreed," Mark nodded.
The Halfling came back, and set a coffee cup down before Mark, who then handed her some money. She examined it, and threw it back in his lap.
"I don' want Euros, ya bloo'y buffoon!" she quipped.
Maddie rolled her eyes, and handed the woman some British currency. To pay back, Mark handed the Drow his European money. The Halfling left.
"So, we get the psion, and use Alvarius' Dimensional Door scroll to get back," Demi said. "Drawing the psion to us is the problem."
Mark then took her hand, and said, "I'll figure out a way, don't you worry about that."
Maddie brushed a lock of her orange-dyed hair aside. She had a bad feeling about that idea. It was time to formulate a better one.
The assassin decided he needed to stalk the mercenaries for a while. If they were still paid by Alvarius to stop Yuri, maybe he needed to lend them a hand.
But of course, it would be an invisible hand.
Because nobody should learn the true identity of Iceheart the assassin.
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#106
The group then got up, and left out of the coffee shop, deciding to go ahead and investigate the warehouse for Hassan. Selene hoped it would also give them a chance to draw the psion's attention. Mark bought hotel rooms for the group, and was finally glad to be away from the cold-hearted Vampyre, and likewise, the hot-headed Drow, and alone with his wife.
"Took long enough," Demi fussed, plopping onto the bed.
"Glad to be away from that Drow, at any rate," Mark laughed.
Demi replied, "Well, it beats that time we had to put up with that silly Planewalking Avariel. You remember her?"
"Not really," Mark shrugged.
"Oh, come on, when that Yuan-ti mage was running loose in Barcelona, she hired us to help her kill him," Demi laughed.
"Oh, yes, her," Mark sighed. "Always had some wildly optimistic comment, or somesuch. She was a good spellcaster though, I'll hand her that. What was her name again?"
"I think it was-"
Demi's words were cut off by a noise at the window. Standing there was a man in a brown robe. Strange cybernetic enhancements were clearly visible on his head, and his forehead was tattooed with an odd symbol.
"Yuri has business with you," he intoned.
"Oh really?" Mark inquired in mock curiosity.
"Ya, really," came the man's answer.
Mark's hand lingered under a pillow, and the grip of a pistol. Then, Demi threw forward her arms, and shouted something. In a cascade of light, she threw forward two ruby spheres of energy, which blasted into the initiate, sending him reeling to the floor. Mark was up like lightning, and stepped on his wrist, aiming the pistol right at his head.
"Try any of that spoon-bending shit on me, and I'll cap your ass," Mark sneered.
"I know what you're planning, Elf," the Initiate spat. "It isn't going to work!"
Mark had a bad feeling that it would take more than Magic Missiles to disable that man.
"Took long enough," Demi fussed, plopping onto the bed.
"Glad to be away from that Drow, at any rate," Mark laughed.
Demi replied, "Well, it beats that time we had to put up with that silly Planewalking Avariel. You remember her?"
"Not really," Mark shrugged.
"Oh, come on, when that Yuan-ti mage was running loose in Barcelona, she hired us to help her kill him," Demi laughed.
"Oh, yes, her," Mark sighed. "Always had some wildly optimistic comment, or somesuch. She was a good spellcaster though, I'll hand her that. What was her name again?"
"I think it was-"
Demi's words were cut off by a noise at the window. Standing there was a man in a brown robe. Strange cybernetic enhancements were clearly visible on his head, and his forehead was tattooed with an odd symbol.
"Yuri has business with you," he intoned.
"Oh really?" Mark inquired in mock curiosity.
"Ya, really," came the man's answer.
Mark's hand lingered under a pillow, and the grip of a pistol. Then, Demi threw forward her arms, and shouted something. In a cascade of light, she threw forward two ruby spheres of energy, which blasted into the initiate, sending him reeling to the floor. Mark was up like lightning, and stepped on his wrist, aiming the pistol right at his head.
"Try any of that spoon-bending shit on me, and I'll cap your ass," Mark sneered.
"I know what you're planning, Elf," the Initiate spat. "It isn't going to work!"
Mark had a bad feeling that it would take more than Magic Missiles to disable that man.
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After following them to the hotel without being noticed, the ex Watchmen code-named 'Iceheart' approaches the front office, "excuse me", he said, "I need to speak with the manager."Ra wrote:The group then got up, and left out of the coffee shop, deciding to go ahead and investigate the warehouse for Hassan. Selene hoped it would also give them a chance to draw the psion's attention. Mark bought hotel rooms for the group, and was finally glad to be away from the cold-hearted Vampyre, and likewise, the hot-headed Drow, and alone with his wife.
"He is busy right now", the clerk looked annoyed, "can I help you, Sir?"
"Well, to put it blunt, I need to see your guess list, althought I doubt you have the authority to show me," his voice became stern, yet low.
The clerk were now getting really annoyed, "excuse me, Sir. We are not allowed to do such thing." He signalled the security.
The assassin raised his hand, "alright. I'm leaving, but I'll come back tommorrow with the police. Too bad, if only you're willing to cooperate...." he then started to leave.
The clerk hesitated, "hold on, Sir. What do you mean?"
Iceheart stopped on his way, turned back, and eventually stared at the clerk with a concerned look, "listen, my name is Ronald McCullum from Visa International and I am working with the interpol. One of your guest is involved in a major credit card fraud. All we need is his room number, but since you're reluctant to cooperate, not to mention protecting a fraudster...." the assassin's voice is getting louder as people in the lobby started noticing.
The clerk salivated, then spoke in hushed voice, "hold on, Sir. We do not wish to be involved in such thing. What's the name?"
"Ferency. Adam Ferency."
The clerk pushed several buttons on his terminal, and replied, "we don't have that name, Sir. There are Jonathan Ferency from Bristol, Mark and Demi Ferency...." he noticed McCullum's skeptical expression, then eventually said, "please, have a look yourself."
'McCullum' walked to behind the desk. A security became allerted, but the clerk gestured him. He examined the terminal carefully, then showed a sign of dissapointment, "it seems the Ferency I'm looking for is not staying at this hotel. I'm sorry for the hassle, and thanks for your time."
"Sir," the clerk hesitated, "you are not going to bring the police to this hotel, are you?"
"Oh, don't worry. Let's pretend what happened today did not happen, shall we?"
The clerk exhaled with relief.
On his way out, Kreshna still pretended to be disappointed, although he was satisfied; now he knew which room Mark and Demi resided. With more stubborn clerk, he would have needed a better trick, but from the moment he entered the hotel, he knew this clerk was easy to intimidate. Watchmen's intelligence training was always useful when you needed it.
Tommorrow, he was going to do some surveillance on Sir James' favorite club, in case Plan A took to long to effect; there should always be Plan B.
But tonight, he knew Sir James would spend the night at home while satisfying his kink, so he would be free to monitor Mark and Demi Ferency.
Several hours later....
On the rooftop of the next building, Kreshna watched all the scene with a pair of military-grade binnoculars and a more powerful version of the iPod-disguised telescopic microphone. He hoped the Ferencys would keep their head cool; trying to parley with the intruder to dig up more information. After all, that was what a Watchmen would do; dig up as many information as you can at every chance. Killing the enemy outright was generally useless.Ra wrote:Demi's words were cut off by a noise at the window. Standing there was a man in a brown robe. Strange cybernetic enhancements were clearly visible on his head, and his forehead was tattooed with an odd symbol.
"Yuri has business with you," he intoned.
"Oh really?" Mark inquired in mock curiosity.
"Ya, really," came the man's answer.
Mark's hand lingered under a pillow, and the grip of a pistol. Then, Demi threw forward her arms, and shouted something. In a cascade of light, she threw forward two ruby spheres of energy, which blasted into the initiate, sending him reeling to the floor. Mark was up like lightning, and stepped on his wrist, aiming the pistol right at his head.
"Try any of that spoon-bending shit on me, and I'll cap your ass," Mark sneered.
"I know what you're planning, Elf," the Initiate spat. "It isn't going to work!"
Mark had a bad feeling that it would take more than Magic Missiles to disable that man.
However, Mark and Demi Ferency was not known for their subtlety; preferring a gun-blazing method most of the time. Also, despite his silly-looking cybernetic implants -not up to the Watchmen's standard, for sure- this intruder seemed to be powerful indeed. The assassin put the binnoculars away and armed his Walther WA 2000 sniper rifle -costum ordered to be entirely made of polymer to avoid metal detector-, and carefully aimed at the intruder's back.
He was not in hurry to pull the trigger, though. It was all just for precautions.
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The sun had slipped below the horizon, and Xendrik had gone to the mainland, to Anchorage in the form of a harbor seal to search for a suitable sacrifice.
Alvarius settled in for the evening and took out his scrying crystal. He was going to have some fun and see what his "friends" were up to in London.
He saw the intruder.. hopefully they could handle him. But who was this? On the rooftop. Oh Alvarius recognized him, recognized him very well.
He whispered a few words and was able to detect surface thoughts. He saw all of what the man was thinking... And thought he did. About him, his utter misconceptions regarding his opposition to Yuri... He would have to straighten this little assassin out now wouldnt he?
He whispered a few more words, and an image of himself shimmered into being behind Iceheart
"Salutations Kreshna. This, is an illusion and can do you no harm, even if I wished it"
Alvarius settled in for the evening and took out his scrying crystal. He was going to have some fun and see what his "friends" were up to in London.
He saw the intruder.. hopefully they could handle him. But who was this? On the rooftop. Oh Alvarius recognized him, recognized him very well.
He whispered a few words and was able to detect surface thoughts. He saw all of what the man was thinking... And thought he did. About him, his utter misconceptions regarding his opposition to Yuri... He would have to straighten this little assassin out now wouldnt he?
He whispered a few more words, and an image of himself shimmered into being behind Iceheart
"Salutations Kreshna. This, is an illusion and can do you no harm, even if I wished it"
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Maddie stormed out of her room, and saw the man Mark had captured.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in," she snapped.
"You'll never get anything out of me," the Initiate sneered. "I'm but a student."
"Ya, ya, fap, fap," Mark sighed. "Demi?"
Demi pulled out a scroll, and began reciting an incantation, just as Selene walked in. Suddenly all were surrounded by a sparkling circle of magical energy, which then flashed, and closed, causing them all to vanish.
They reappeared before Alvarius, the Initiate cowering in terror.
"We got a present for ya," Mark smirked.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in," she snapped.
"You'll never get anything out of me," the Initiate sneered. "I'm but a student."
"Ya, ya, fap, fap," Mark sighed. "Demi?"
Demi pulled out a scroll, and began reciting an incantation, just as Selene walked in. Suddenly all were surrounded by a sparkling circle of magical energy, which then flashed, and closed, causing them all to vanish.
They reappeared before Alvarius, the Initiate cowering in terror.
"We got a present for ya," Mark smirked.
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On the rooftop, Kreshna watched with mixed feelings; at one hand, he was glad that Mark and Demi Ferency had chosen a more subtle method of capturing the intruder instead of killing him outright -not to mention their competency of doing so. On the other hand, the fact that they just disappeared meant that he could no longer bug their conversation.Ra wrote:Maddie stormed out of her room, and saw the man Mark had captured.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in," she snapped.
"You'll never get anything out of me," the Initiate sneered. "I'm but a student."
"Ya, ya, fap, fap," Mark sighed. "Demi?"
Demi pulled out a scroll, and began reciting an incantation, just as Selene walked in. Suddenly all were surrounded by a sparkling circle of magical energy, which then flashed, and closed, causing them all to vanish.
Maybe Alvarius, their employer, summoned them back? Yet, the assassin had no time to ponder over the question as an image shimmered before him.
"Alvarius!"Comrade Tortoise wrote:He whispered a few more words, and an image of himself shimmered into being behind Iceheart
"Salutations Kreshna. This, is an illusion and can do you no harm, even if I wished it"
The assassin codenamed 'Iceheart' turned his head in surprise.
Yet, he knew Alvarius well; he and agent Edward Bliss were commanding a squad of Watchmen Cleaners to raid the wizard's base in Eritrea. It was an initial success turned nightmare; although they wiped out the base and its supernatural inhabitants, the wizard managed to escape. Worse, before escaping, Alvarius had casted a boosted version of Charm Person spell on the local leaders, and it was not before a chain of Lightning Bolt disabled their Black Hawk helicopter.
It was a slaughter.
The Wacthmen were highly trained and armed to the teeth, but it was the entire city against them. Only few survived, while others are captured and killed gruesomely with crude weapons.
Next to the Specimen 001's escape, the Black Hawk Down is probably the most tragic incident during Watchmen's history.
Alvarius was powerful, but what caused the most trouble is his cunningness and ruthlessness.
However, the devil you knew was still better than the devil you did not know. And in this case, Kreshna knew that Alvarius -through his lackey Kraven and their hired mercenaries Mark and Demi Ferency- was crossing swords against Yuri and his vampyres.
But what troubled the assassin more was the fact that the wizard -or his illusion, to be more accurate- caught him cold on the rooftop. To the rest of the world, Kreshna was nothing more than a retired Watchmen; the identity of the assassin Iceheart was unknown.
Kreshna was not a psychic; unable to read minds. He did not know whether Alvarius had known his identity as the hired assassin Iceheart. Maybe the wizard had known all the time, but for precaution, he decided to not revealing his cards yet.
He calmly greeted the illusion, "nice to see you again, Alvarius. I presume you have known that I have retired, haven't you?"
He waited for the wizard's reply, wondering.
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"if you will hold on a moment, I have a few guests to take care of"
The illusion turned away. He saw the initiate and smirked, and whispered several words and flashed a few arcane symbols. Unbeknownst to Kreshna, the psionicist was bound in a holding spell, one in which he could neither move, nor use his mental powers.
"Thank you Mark, Demi, Selene. This makes my task much easier."
He then turned back to Kreshna.
"Retired? No no my old friend, you arent retired. You are merely doing your work secretly" he said, a smirk on his face, knowing that not only is his most pressing task nearing completion, but that he would hopefully be able to stop a problem before it starts.
"I have noticed you following my friends around for some time now. Long enough to know your thoughts on the matter" This was not true. He was really only using magic to read his surface thoughts. Surface thoughts which he made no effort to guard.
"I would like to clear things up. Yuri is the danger, not me. He is the one plotting world domination, not me." e trailed off before beginning again.
"But you and your watchmen allies seem to be hell-bent on my destruction. All I have done, has been in my own defense, and the defense of my allies. You broke into my home, twice. Your organization captured and tortured he who was most dear to me, though, I can hardly fault you for that... you are retired he said with a sneer
"You think I enjoy dominating the minds of people? I have my scrupples, and make it a point not to use those magics unless absolutely necessary. I am warning you. Right now. Help me if you will, but do not hinder me. If you cause problems for me and mine, I will revisit those problems upon you and yours tenfold! Never again will you harm someone I care about. Never again will you invade my home. Do I make myself clear?"
He turned away from from the Assassin and cast another spell, calling for Xendrik. WHo arrived seconds later in a flash of blue light.
"Well met. You must be the Ferency's and Selene" the younger man said.
"I am Xendrik. Alvarius's apprentice
Alvarius looked back at the assassin bastard as his apprentice introduced himself
"what is your answer Icehart?"
The illusion turned away. He saw the initiate and smirked, and whispered several words and flashed a few arcane symbols. Unbeknownst to Kreshna, the psionicist was bound in a holding spell, one in which he could neither move, nor use his mental powers.
"Thank you Mark, Demi, Selene. This makes my task much easier."
He then turned back to Kreshna.
"Retired? No no my old friend, you arent retired. You are merely doing your work secretly" he said, a smirk on his face, knowing that not only is his most pressing task nearing completion, but that he would hopefully be able to stop a problem before it starts.
"I have noticed you following my friends around for some time now. Long enough to know your thoughts on the matter" This was not true. He was really only using magic to read his surface thoughts. Surface thoughts which he made no effort to guard.
"I would like to clear things up. Yuri is the danger, not me. He is the one plotting world domination, not me." e trailed off before beginning again.
"But you and your watchmen allies seem to be hell-bent on my destruction. All I have done, has been in my own defense, and the defense of my allies. You broke into my home, twice. Your organization captured and tortured he who was most dear to me, though, I can hardly fault you for that... you are retired he said with a sneer
"You think I enjoy dominating the minds of people? I have my scrupples, and make it a point not to use those magics unless absolutely necessary. I am warning you. Right now. Help me if you will, but do not hinder me. If you cause problems for me and mine, I will revisit those problems upon you and yours tenfold! Never again will you harm someone I care about. Never again will you invade my home. Do I make myself clear?"
He turned away from from the Assassin and cast another spell, calling for Xendrik. WHo arrived seconds later in a flash of blue light.
"Well met. You must be the Ferency's and Selene" the younger man said.
"I am Xendrik. Alvarius's apprentice
Alvarius looked back at the assassin bastard as his apprentice introduced himself
"what is your answer Icehart?"
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Being mercenaries they are, Mark and Demi Ferency suddenly tensed hearing Alvarius addressing the stranger with that name. "You are Iceheart?" Mark's eyes widened, "the one million dollar assassin? The one who murdered the entire Fabri family?"Comrade Tortoise wrote:Alvarius looked back at the assassin bastard as his apprentice introduced himself
"what is your answer Icehart?"
"Actually the minimum ceiling is half a million," Kreshna shrugged, "alright, Alvarius. You win. You already have my cards. I'll work with you."
"You mean you'll work for me," the wizard corrected.
"No, I'll work with you," the assassin emphasized, "and under certain conditions."
Alvarius replied coldly, "I am rich, assassin, but if you think you can put an extorting price tag on your service, then you are wrong."
"Oh, I have sufficient savings now, and believe me, money is not my reason to get involved in this Yuri business." Kreshna paused for a moment.
Several gunshots echoed, followed by a horrible scream....
The contingency plan was clear; should Specimen 001 managed to escape during transport, the first priority is to capture it alive. Kreshna cursed the order while watching Agent Bliss being eaten alive by the creature; he gritted his teeth while grabbing the carbine, knowing that Eddie would die in the explosion as well. But after what happened after the Specimen broke loose, every sane person knew that it should be stopped at all cost before reaching the populated area. To hell with the order.
To hell with the order.
"I'm sorry buddy," he pulled the trigger.
Before the wizard interrupted, the ex-Watchmen continued, "First thing first, the vampyres you encountered... They can survive sunlight, but they are nothing." He turned to Mark and Demi, "the one accompanying you in London... It was nothing but an early stage. They will evolve into later stages, and in the final stage, they will be something way more horrible than you could ever imagine."
Kreshna continued, "it was originally the Watchmen's experiment; they were creating a new race of super-soldiers that were totally under their control. Well, at least were supposed to be under their control."
Others started to question with curiousity, but the assassin raised his hands, "it is a long story, but I still have the files regarding the vampyres; which I don't bring right now. I'll share them with you. Now, back to my terms."
The assassin continued, "first, while I don't mind working in a team, and don't mind to share you my discoveries either, I work independently. Second, I wish my identity to remain secret. Third, I will go back to London immediately because I'm still have an ongoing, ahem, project over there."
"And finally," now he specifically addressed the wizard, "while I charge nothing for my service in this mission, I expect my expenses to be reimbursed. So what would you say, Alvarius?"
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"Done"
With that, Iceheart found himself alone on the same rooftop.
Alvarius then turned to the helpless but still conscious psionicist
"It seems as if I have found the final component of my ritual"
He could sense the poor bastard try to scream as he whispered a couple words and projected what his ultimate fate would be into his mind
With that, Iceheart found himself alone on the same rooftop.
Alvarius then turned to the helpless but still conscious psionicist
"It seems as if I have found the final component of my ritual"
He could sense the poor bastard try to scream as he whispered a couple words and projected what his ultimate fate would be into his mind
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Demi was fatigued, but not overly so. Maddie Webber was familiar enough with a teleport spell, but certainly wanted to know where she had ended up.
"Where is this place?" she asked.
"Somewhere," Mark droned. He knew full well they needed as much information as possible from Yuri's cronnie, before Alvarius had his way with him. "Selene, you said you're apt at aquiring information?"
"It's my job," the Vampyre answered. She then smirked, and crouched down next to the captured initiate, who was on the verge of madness in the Archmage's stare.
"I wonder," Maddie said, "What would happen if we took off his psionic headset shit? I'm betting he couldn't use his powers anymore."
"No! No! That'll kill me! I beg of you!" the Initiate cried.
"You're just saying that so we won't remove it," the Death Dealer said flatly. "Madeline, if you please."
Webber unhooked some cables, and pulled the Initiate's headset off, chunking it aside. The Initiate spasmed a bit, but soon he was back to his cowering self; and now, he was completely defenseless.
"Tell me what you know about Yuri's operation in Budapest," Selene demanded. She then blinked. Her irises revealed themselves to suddenly have a pale blue color, her Vampyric instincts kicking in.
"I don't know anything," the Initiate squirmed.
Selene then grabbed his shoulder, her fingers tearing right into his flesh.
"What was that?" she snapped.
Mark simply watched the spectacle unfold, and said, "I'm sure Mister Alvarius here has a nice Dungeon to go with his Keep, Selene.
The Vampyre considered that idea with great interest.
"Where is this place?" she asked.
"Somewhere," Mark droned. He knew full well they needed as much information as possible from Yuri's cronnie, before Alvarius had his way with him. "Selene, you said you're apt at aquiring information?"
"It's my job," the Vampyre answered. She then smirked, and crouched down next to the captured initiate, who was on the verge of madness in the Archmage's stare.
"I wonder," Maddie said, "What would happen if we took off his psionic headset shit? I'm betting he couldn't use his powers anymore."
"No! No! That'll kill me! I beg of you!" the Initiate cried.
"You're just saying that so we won't remove it," the Death Dealer said flatly. "Madeline, if you please."
Webber unhooked some cables, and pulled the Initiate's headset off, chunking it aside. The Initiate spasmed a bit, but soon he was back to his cowering self; and now, he was completely defenseless.
"Tell me what you know about Yuri's operation in Budapest," Selene demanded. She then blinked. Her irises revealed themselves to suddenly have a pale blue color, her Vampyric instincts kicking in.
"I don't know anything," the Initiate squirmed.
Selene then grabbed his shoulder, her fingers tearing right into his flesh.
"What was that?" she snapped.
Mark simply watched the spectacle unfold, and said, "I'm sure Mister Alvarius here has a nice Dungeon to go with his Keep, Selene.
The Vampyre considered that idea with great interest.
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ALvarius' facial expression changed to that of a 1950's suburban child.
"OH DO I!" he said with a beaming smile. He LOVED torturing his enemies. He loved it like small children loved cute little puppies and kitties.
He led them all down several spiral flights of stairs. He had dismissed the holding spell so he could drag the poor sap down the stairs by a slaving colar he affixed to his neck. Those thayans... what would they think of next?
After several stories, which certainly extended deep into the earth, they arrived in the dungeon. A horrible nightmarish place. In the center of the room was a great furnace with a cast-iron chair just out of the reach of it's heat, with shackles to bolt someone into it, as it was moved along a track closer and closer to the heat. On the ceiling was a chain and a hook from which he could suspend someone by their toanails and scourge them. In the far corner there was a rack, and in the opposite corner there was a spiked table with a cart next to it. The little cart had all sorts of fun and greusome medieval torture impliments, including the infamous Pear.
He looked at the poor schmuck who was, at this point, quivering.
"I could just take the information I want from you." he smirked wickedly
"but breaking you is far more fun."
The poor thing couldnt havee been out of his teens he was so young. And that youth had certain...benefits.
"and after I am done. Your SOUL will not be done suffering"
"OH DO I!" he said with a beaming smile. He LOVED torturing his enemies. He loved it like small children loved cute little puppies and kitties.
He led them all down several spiral flights of stairs. He had dismissed the holding spell so he could drag the poor sap down the stairs by a slaving colar he affixed to his neck. Those thayans... what would they think of next?
After several stories, which certainly extended deep into the earth, they arrived in the dungeon. A horrible nightmarish place. In the center of the room was a great furnace with a cast-iron chair just out of the reach of it's heat, with shackles to bolt someone into it, as it was moved along a track closer and closer to the heat. On the ceiling was a chain and a hook from which he could suspend someone by their toanails and scourge them. In the far corner there was a rack, and in the opposite corner there was a spiked table with a cart next to it. The little cart had all sorts of fun and greusome medieval torture impliments, including the infamous Pear.
He looked at the poor schmuck who was, at this point, quivering.
"I could just take the information I want from you." he smirked wickedly
"but breaking you is far more fun."
The poor thing couldnt havee been out of his teens he was so young. And that youth had certain...benefits.
"and after I am done. Your SOUL will not be done suffering"
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Contemplating, Kreshna dis-assembled his rifle and packed his equipment. So that's it, he thinks, we are working together now.Comrade Tortoise wrote:"Done"
With that, Iceheart found himself alone on the same rooftop.
Smiled ironically, the assassin descended the building. Alvarius had been the arch-enemy of the Watchmen. Granted Kreshna had resigned, but almost every Wacthmen -retired or not- never took the wizard lightly. Alvarius was dangerous not only because his level or his vast spell library, but because of his cunning and ruthlessness as well. Usually, wizards were reclusive and refused to soil their hands with human affairs. Well, that was not the case with Alvarius, as the Black Hawk Down incident had shown that the wizard had support from the local population -not to mention the charm spell; many Watchmen Cleaners were killed and maimed by the angry mob. He was also aware that Alvarius had some influence behind Liberian Liberation Organization, as well as Phillipino Free Manananggal Movement.
But that was enough for tonight. Tommorrow afternoon, he would continue his surveillance on Sir James Hyde-White, in case his first plan took too long to fruit.
Driving his rented car, Kreshna headed to the nearest bar.
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Meanwhile, on the same night........
Marlinshire Hall had been the Hyde-White family residence for few centuries; located on suburban area near London, the mansion was highly guarded by mercenaries and drow guards. Both were armed and highly-trained.
However, due to recent development in England, Sir James felt that he needed some more professional help on his side. The Elven Patriach had heard about the demise of Fabri family in Italy, and he heard the rumors that a mysterious Indian named Khan Noonien Singh was taking over the European financial powers, one by one. It was also rumored than Khan already had complete control of the entire Indian software industries, as well as half of the Russian criminal syndicates. Now the evil genius aimed at Europe.
And now, someone was sneaking in the mansion's yard. He carefully avoided the security camera when he heard the light footsteps of running dogs. The dogs did not bark, however. They are highly trained Rotweillers, specially trained to kill any intruders instead of barking at them.
The intruder calmly draw his silenced handgun as the Rotweillers approached him; he aimed on the first dog, pulled the trigger, and then another. After taking care of the dogs, he sneaked to the mansion building. Disabling the alarm, he opened a window and climbed inside.
Suddenly the intruder was surrounded with flashlights as drow guards were aiming their guns at him. "Freeze!" One of the drows yelled.
The intruder sighed, opened his ski-mask, and cursed, "what take you idiots so long? You should have stopped me when I was still climbing the wall, goddamit!!"
"Actually, Sir, we have been monitoring you since you entered the yards. We watched it when you shot the dogs."
"Well that's not an excuse! What if I have planted myself with high explosives and come here in a motherfucking suicide mission? Do better next time, and tell someone to treat those goddamn dogs. I have shot them with high dose of tranquilizers so you may need a replacement sortie for tonight. Oh, and tommorrow the alarm system needs to be upgraded. It only took me two minutes to disable it, so it is not good enough!"
"Yes, Sir!" the drow leader nodded and issued orders to other guards.
Lev Rabin was an ex-Mossad. Highly trained and rich with experience, now he worked as 'security consultant' for affluent figures. Industrial tycoons, mafia godfathers, high-rank politicians; everyone knew Rabin's reputation, and despite his high price tag, they all knew that Lev Rabin was the most trusted name in providing security and protection. It was also Rabin who foiled the assassination attempt on Ayatollah Habib Qasim; the remaining Iranian Mullah who was now hiding in France.
And Tanthalos Quailisentri -better known with his human name Sir James Hyde-White- knew that his life is in danger since he heard what happened to the Fabri familly in Italy. He also knew the rumors that Khan had been trying to take over the blood bank business of Yusef Hassan; a famous London organized crime figurehead. And since Sir James was actually Yusef's main investor and political backer, he figured that Khan would target him as well.
So thus, Lev Rabin was hired.
The ex-Mossad now do the final re-check inside the mansion while accompanied by a female drow. The drow actually felt annoyed by Rabin's harsh remarks on the existing security system, but she know that the Israeli was the best in the business.
When passed near the door of Sir James' bedroom, Rabin heard the sound of slashed whip, followed by a moan. He winced a little, but moved along.
Sir James, he thought, is definitely a pervert.
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