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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 8:05 pm
I have already stated why I am here, I am here for infromation concerning the 'The Blessed' and their living allies, woman. Tartarus replied as he continued to approach, he came right up to her. His armoured gaunlet, wrapped in the chill of undeath, came closer to her face. His face, close to hers as he continued. Our goals, though seperate in approach are the same by my creation right. The sooner that I purge the world of these blessed the sooner I can go about my own business.
His pinprick eyes started to drop until they graced the hand that Abigail had in her pocket. If he had lips, they would have twisted into a wicked grin. Her eyes shone with an inner power that she saught to tap into. Heh, the woman though she had a chance. He wasn't the average Bane thrall. Raziel had pulled that off.
Are you sure... you want to do that to begin with, woman? I am not like Raziels other creations. If you seek the first draw, you may regret. But I have not come down here to wait my time with senceless violence, beautiful through it is, I have come her for information.
Tartarus gave an airy hiss.
Or... is there a price, for such information?
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 8:46 pm
Tabitha smiled at the progress she was making. She wrote down all of her notes on the pad. She looked at the herbal book and tucked it in her cloak. She was done staying at the church and she had made up her mind. She wanted to join a coven, the one the young nature witch was in (The Conflicted). She took the face changing mask and looked at her relection, smiling at it. "My abilities and knowledge is needed elsewhere" she stated. She then walked out of the cathedral, walking down the main road of Salem, hoping to run into a witch or warlock of that coven.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 9:19 pm
In the woods, there sat a young boy, who looked around the ages of 6-8, with short teal hair and blue eyes. He wasn't that tall, and it seemed as if he was talking to himself. This young boy was Jarlin Evans. He looked around the woods looking at different spirits walking around as the soul of Alice came towards him. He looked at her as she began to explain her story to him. "I'm so sowwy miss" he stated with sincerity. "Why do people do things like that...it's not nice at all" he said with small tears coming to his eyes. "I wish I could bring you back...but I'm just learing about these powers I have miss. I really cant control them, it's more like they help me when I'm in trouble or they go off at odd times" he sighed. "I'll learn how though, and I'll fix everything" he nodded. As she began to talk to him. "You have friends...I can help" he stated to her as she faded away. He packed his little bag and put his food in there as he began to walk away, looking for her friends.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 2:40 pm
{{Where is Lehi!?! gonk emo }}
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 4:22 pm
((Trying to think of a post.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:50 pm
Abigail resisted the urge to shiver in the sudden drop of temperate once Tartarus was close enough. "And why should I give you such information?" she asked. Though she of course saw the benifit in letting this creature get rid of the Blessed for her, she was too annoyed to be so compliant to his demands.
She took her hand out her pocket then, but the small pocket mirror was not at hand. She contineud to stroke the glass, to keep her power called apon so that it would be ready at a moment's notice. "I have no intention of striking. Though you have already prooven to me that you havn't been broken yet, and still contain much of your living spirit. So forgive me that I don't take well to disrespectful undead arriving unannounced at my door for nothing else but idle chatter. The information you seek about the Blessed could have been optained from your master, so why is it that you came here to pester me?." she snapped.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:03 pm
Curiosity? Need? Perhaps to size you up and decide whether you truely are what the others pump you up to be. Regardless of what this force that drives me demands... I have come here for a reason and refuse to leave empty handed. Amused, Tartarus stretched out his hand to release a series of pops and clicks as his bones relaxed to bring then over a greater surface area over the space that lay between her face and his hand. Raziel has his forethoughts about these Blessed, but then again he helped build them and he lives in a void between the past and the present. I want to hear it from the lips of whom hasn't been alive for 500 years or more. Do muse me with the information, and please do not take this as 'idle chatter' as you put it. I am here on my own affairs and the business it brings.
A blast of air pushed through his teeth. His pinprick eyes rolled over her features. Perhaps if he were living, he would have taken her for his own. But undeath didn't, nor couldn't, have any use for that. He gave a dark chuckled at Abigail.
Amusing... but if you want my respect, you'll have to earn my respect. I am nobodies lapdog, I am an allie of Raziel, but not a pet that needs to be broken. I was created that way, woman.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:28 pm
Tabitha's short white hair blew into the wind as she continued to walk. She didnt know where she was going but felt a pressence that she followed. She looked at the moon and continued her walk, opening up the book to review more things. She then stopped hopefully the other witches (The Conflicted) would notice another witch nearby. The young boy named Jarlin continued to skip through the forest as he continued to follow the path Alice had set for him. "I want to fight off the bad guys" he stated as he began to slice the air with his hands. "I'm Jarlin, saviour of Salem" he said as he laughed while he was "practicing". His body began to glow faintly as he continued onwards to Goldor's house. He saw a house come into his view as he looked back. "Maybe this is it...yea...I'll say Alice sent me" he said in confidence as he ran up to the house and tripped over his foot. He dusted himself off and approached the door as he knocked on the door slowly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 7:11 am
Abigail exhaled sharply, then stepped aside to allow Tartarus enterence into her home. "If giving you the information you seek is the only way to get rid of you non-violently, then do come in." she said to him. She stepped inside, moving to sit back down in the chair by the fireplace. She had enough sense however, to not take her eyes off him. By his own omision he was spirited enough to not be used as a tool. By her or Raziel. And she would not be foolish enough to let her guard down in his pressense until she was absolutly certain that he could be trusted.
"The Blessed are a coven of blind fools, and a bunch of do-gooders. They would rather live in fear of the humans, hiding who they really are like cowards, then living out in the open as they could. They are the only oposition against us."
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 7:32 am
Tartarus bowed his head to get through the door as he pushed his armour frame in. Upon stepping into the room the darkness dulled the light and the unnatural chill followed him into the house. His foot falls announced the weight of his armour until he came into the center of the room where he remained standing. He looked around the place that she owned with disinterested amusment. His banefire eyes fell on Abigail in the chair as she gave him information that she already knew.
This I already know, in different words. Who are the individuals who make up their ranks? How many are there? What voodoo do they know and how competient are they in using them. Tell me something I can use.... or do you not know yourself?
Tartarus let his words slide off with malice, he wanted to push buttons and see limits, he wanted to study her magics so he could use them to predict movements and outcomes. So that he could use that knowledge to bring her either unlife or death of her own. He hated the living. They were a disease and nothing more. They were weak and punie, always in need of food and drink, rest and sleep. Nothing but weakness.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 7:59 am
Abigail looked up to Tartarus with a firely look in her mirror eyes. "Oh you want specifics. Very well. The members as far as I know are Matheus Silva, who I belive is connected to the hunted Matthia Steward of Boston. There is Goldor Rodlog, Jean Evermore, and....Talaria Stroder as certain members. They have a few others in there ranks that I am not familar with. Matheus is an alchemist, as well as Goldor. Goldor is also known for having a talent in hydromancy. Jean is a potion master, and a summoner. And Telaria...her talent centers around fire." Abigail explained. She nearly hissed at the mention of Telaria. "I have reason to belive that Eisti Paesaer is with them as well....a human...and an object of Matheus' affection. As well as Brim Ogre, who was attempting to foil are plans to destroy Alice. But thankfully for us...his attempts worked in our favour."
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 8:13 am
Tartarus eyes narrowed in amsument and if it weren't for the fact that the worms ate his lips a long time ago he would have had a smug look on his face as malicious wheels started to turn and wind around in his skull. His fingers rubbed along the path of an imaginary beard much as he would have done when he was alive with his real beard. By the way she spoke, this Eisti was an outside but much loved by the group. He wanted to take such a thing away from them and rend it to dust, only to resserect her and use he to murdered her friends mind, body and more satisifying... soul.
Then we should take this Eisti away from them, murder her infront of them and then bring her back in undeath to torment their pathetic little minds before we use her to strangle her own friends with her own bare hands. Yes.... yes! This pleases me. They will taste dispair before they die and I bring their souls to Raziel as part of my bargan. Where are they? Who is close around, I can lure them out with that only to ambush them with the reanimated loved ones.
Taratarus eyes sparked with a cruel joy. Raziel would get his souls, he had no use for them, so that he could continue with his experiments. He on the other hand, would continue to take life. He would build an undead nation that would rise up and crush the living. Tartarus continued to scheme as he looked to Abigail for more answers.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 9:49 am
Abigail's lips suddenly twisted into a malicious smirk. "I can honestly say I like the way you think. Maybe Raziel's lack of control over you is a good thing after all." she murmered, then stood. She faced Tartarus, "Understand that the murder has to be done in such a way that no suspicious is placed on us. A witch trial...I think will be best. The people, and the judge are under our thumb anyway. Eisti will only easily be proven guilty, and then she will did before the town, disgraced and alone." The gears in Abigail's mind began to turn, wondering how to best place blame on Eisti. And they she had it. Eisti's grandmother. "I have an idea. Eisti live with this old woman...her grandmother. Perhaps we could frame Eisti of murder. A murder performaed by....unatural means." Abigail chuckled, soon began laughing. Yes that would be perfect. Eisti's grandmother was a kind old woman, and much loved by the townspeople. TO find her dead would cause outrage among the people and a demand to bring in the killer. Especially if it was obvious that the grandmother was killed by magic.
"Hm...does Raziel still have possecion of Alice's soul? Or has she been devoured already? Maybe her undead can be put to use as well."
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 10:02 am
No... not murder the old woman. That would be too easy and kind. Kill her yes, but gift her. Yes. With her doing our bidding we can steal away people and cause the whole town to panic When the villagers confront her it shall be obvious that she is under the control of another. We shall start to spread rumours that there was a fight between grandmother and child shortly before this happened and curses could be heard from the house. People will blow this out of proportion and when the grandchild comes to save her grandmums.... we'll snatch her up and have her burn... no... not burn... then there would be nothing left. Drowned, yes, then her bloated corpse can come back from the dead to haunt the village. That will spark the frenzy of who is controling her and then the village will be ripe for our picking in the confusion and paniced pointing.
A dark chuckle emitted somewhere from within Tartarus' armour. He liked the fact that people were so easily afraid.
I have not an idea if Raziel has devoured her soul or not. He still has it in his soul cage if not. But he is resting. His studies have left his weak flesh exosted. But he did manage to capture a wealthy family from their cribs and whisk away their life forces for those expeiments. By the time people wake up tomorrow, they will descover those gone and we can use that distraction to our advantage. We'll strike tomorrow when things are at the most paniced and Chaos reins over the living.
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