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4/28/2020 1:46:07 PM
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[quote][i]Who[/i] will save her, now?[/quote]
Good question.
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Will you answer the call, traveler?
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Editado por Sylver: 4/29/2020 2:34:52 AM[spoiler]I originally didn’t have time but I do now and the notification reminded me so—[/spoiler] [i] A knocking sound rings out, somehow defiantly audible over the ruckus. It’s rhythmic, and is soon accompanied by a pure humming of a kind and nostalgic tune. As if always there, a man in simple gray garb and hood leans back atop a high branch, eyes closed and without a care in the world. As his song swells, he opens his striking yet pleasantly golden eyes and looks down on the men. Humming still, he drops some twenty-five feet from the perch and strolls over.[/i]
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[spoiler]Cool beans! Glad to know you had some extra time![/spoiler] The bandits hear a soft [i]swoosh[/i] nearby and are suddenly aware of the humming. They turn in the direction of its source to see gray-clad one approaching. They are unsure of how to respond to this at first, as the man seems completely oblivious of the situation. Finally Elann, the leader of the bandits, steps forward. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk up to strangers in the dark?”
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[i]The man comes closer and leans back against a thin tree. His tune comes to a close and he says,[/i] “For you, perhaps. What’s your name, stranger-in-the-dark?”
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Editado por Gingiebread: 4/29/2020 10:58:26 PMHe pulls his blade out of its scabbard.. “What’s it to [i]you[/i]?”
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“Well, I think names are important to a welcoming environment.” [i]He narrows his eyes in a perceptive manner.[/i] “And you aren’t being very welcoming.”
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Elann widens his stance and rolls his neck, followed by the subtle sound of popping. “That’s because we don’t take kindly to visitors inviting themselves.”
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Editado por Sylver: 4/30/2020 12:29:41 PM[i]The man in gray has yet to his change stance or draw a weapon.[/i] “Ah, you’re the ‘I came, I saw, I declared ownership,’ types, huh? The kind too weak to do any actual conquering?”
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Elann stomps forward furiously. “Enough talk! Either you leave or you die.” A dark smile passes over his face. “I personally have a preference.”
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[i]The man inclined his head.[/i] “I give eighty-five percent odds you’re a pushover.” [i]He glanced over the man at the other lackeys.[/i] “I’m sure you would agree?”
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The other bandits, also with weapons drawn, look over at each other silently. Some shrug, and others tilt their heads in thought.
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[i]The man cracks a smile at their reactions.[/i] “Well, I guess it’s time to move aside with pleasantries. Oh, and, by the way, you can call me Luck.” [i]He makes a startling swirl of movement, and from his cloak launches a volley of knives into the air. Somehow, though, they don’t come down. Luck calmly begins walking forward.[/i]
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Elann jumps back in surprise at the blades, staring at them dumbly for a moment before using is sword to try and push them aside.
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[i]Luck leaves them to suspend far in the air and continues crossing the distance to the woman. She is, seemingly, not with the others.[/i]
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Editado por Gingiebread: 4/30/2020 7:24:02 PMCara is only a short distance to the side of the bandits, watching the floating blades in awe. She notices Luck approaching and looks up with worry. Elann moves to step in front of Luck. He points his sword. “Stop this nonsense! Call off your blades!”
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[i]Luck shrugs.[/i] “From what? Floating in the sky? Oohhh nooo, the laws of physics are being ignored. [i]Scary.[/i]”
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Elann is angered by the mockery and moves his sword to attempt a thrust at Luck.
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Editado por Sylver: 4/30/2020 8:24:56 PM[i]As he moves to attack, one of the knives simply... falls. It doesn’t change direction, nor move of its own, yet it somehow, by chance, happens to fall directly above Elann’s hand.[/i]
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The knife pierces his skin, and Elann immediately drops his sword and pulls his hand away in a caress. He yelps in pain. His men behind him step back, suddenly aware of the danger that they are in beneath the daggers.
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[i]Another dagger falls, just in front of Elann’s face. Luck wiggles his fingers “magically” and raises an eyebrow.[/i]
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The knife’s edge fell too close for comfort, and Elann backs away still holding his pierced hand. “Alright,” he says shakily, “We were just fooling around. We’ll get going right away.”
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[i]Luck gave a half-salute as a goodbye, then turned on his heel and glanced down at the woman.[/i] “You hurt?”
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The men scurry off back into the woods. Cara looks up at Luck and then at the blades overhead. She carefully steps out from under their shadows before answering. “I’m all right. They didn’t take any o’ my tings...” She gives a token glance into her bag as though to make sure. The she sighs, pulling herself together after being shaken by the assault. She points towards the knives. “How did you do that?”
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[i]Luck begins collecting the blades as they fall into his hands.[/i] “The knives themselves are enchanted to never fall until I prompt them. As for falling on top of that guy... well, I’m just a little lucky. By the way, where exactly are we? Is there magic at all in this land?”
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“We are just outside a small town of modest people. We get strangers passin’ through with even stranger stories comin’ with ‘em all the time, but... rarely do we witness ‘em. And it’s just luck, ye say?” She watches him gather his knives.
