Open Dark Deeds

[Calen]

As the man approached, his expression livid and his blade still bare Calen was instantly reminded of his duel with Tallis. Suddenly, a smile touched his lips and he felt that familiar rush of excitement and dread that accompanied a fair bit of risk-taking and potential reward. "Well, I've never been one for one honor anyhow" he thought to himself as he drew upon his djed, forming it into a physical substance as he allowed his hands to remain relatively relaxed, if raised, ready for their more practiced use. He made sure that his palms were facing towards him and his hands were semi-clenched into a psuedo-fist; the less the man saw of this the better. Taking a cautionary step backwards as the man continued his tirade and approach, Calen gave himself some more room to work before he exhaled, a relatively copious mist of tan Res slipping forth not from just one, but from both of his hands, though he made sure both masses of Res slipped inconspicuously up his sleeves. Having done the exact same thing when he had faced Tallis roughly a season ago, Calen knew for certain he was capable of doing it, now it was more a matter of simply doing what he believed Tallis would do; after all, why not imitate someone already a success if you wanted to be successful? The Res that he had seeped from his right hand, Calen coated his abdomen with, forming a thin layer of the gaseous material to cover his squishy flesh. Tallis had aimed for his abdomen when they had fought and Calen assumed crazed barbarians with knives would probably follow a similar, if a bit less refined system. It helped that the man had been halfway down the side-street and was walking with such purpose. Unless he had suddenly decided the best expression to compliment a hug was one of incensed rage, he was coming to make good on his warning earlier. The Res he had allowed to slip forth from his left was taking shape as he wanted it, a slack, barely contained mass. It was at that point that Calen turned his thoughts more prominently to the Res he had pooled within his shirt and turned the entire collection that surrounded his stomach to stone as he saw the man rear back. Calen was certainly not certain if he was aiming there, but it was what Tallis would have done, of that, he was certain. When he felt the blow drive home in the stone wall that hugged his belly and hung uncomfortably over it, Calen reached out and grabbed at the man's wrist, just as he had done when Tallis had come too close. At the same time, Calen finished his work on the Res pool in his left sleeve and thrust that hand forwards, drawing just short of the man's face. A torrent of dust would billow forth, thick and chalky to blind him and leave him choking and gasping. All the while Calen would back away, never taking his eyes off in case he was in need of some speedy reimancy, but never taking the time to launch any sort of fatal or follow-up attack.

[Amon Fade]

Amon was surprised when his knife connected with a hard surface... Almost like rock. He only had a few moments to piece together that this boy was a wizard, before Amon had time to react the mage sent fourth a blast of sand, aimed at his face. Luckily because Amon was wearing his mask which filtered out most of the sand from going down his throat or up his nose, his eyes on the other hand weren't so lucky. Amon roared in pain, ripping off his mask and pouring water from his canteen down his face, attempting to clean out his eyes.

Moments later Amon was ready to fight again. His eyes still stung and were bloodshot but he could see, even if tears blurred his vision slightly (( he's not crying just the dust in his eyes caused him to tear up naturally))


This boy had made an enemy, a bad one. Amon sheathed his flametongue dagger and called upon a technique that had had served him well, beating professional warriors as well as wizards. He drew two throwing knives at let them loose in an underhanded throw, the sun glinting off the blades as they flew through the air. While these would do major damage if they struck that wasn't their primary function, it was a distraction, one the boy couldn't ignore. Even though these weren't meant to be an accurate, just wild throws to distract his opponent. Not waiting to see the results, Amon had sprinted towards the boy, drawing 2 double bladed daggers. While he wasn't skilled in dual wielding he didn't have to be for such a relatively simple manoeuvre. When he reached striking distance of the boy he aimed the dagger in his left hand towards the boy's groin before aiming to drive the dagger in his right hand in between the point where the shoulder and neck met. If Amon landed one of these successfully the boy would be in a critical condition, if both were landed another body would line the streets.

[Mortuus]

Mostuus watched the scene unfold before her with interest, slightly surprised when she saw the thief's blade glance off of the man's flesh. The boy was a wizard, interesting.

The assassin had killed a wizard or two in her life time, as powerful as they were her blade had fit just as snuggly between their ribs as they would anyone elses. She observed from her place in the shadows as the boy bolted around the corner, the thief, now enraged beyond reason gave chase, two daggers gleaming in his hands. Mortuus watched the scene with in mild disdain, the foolish thief was all wrong in his technique, his movements were fueled by rage and uncontroled.

The woman shook her head slightly, fighting a wizard in a head on fight was not only stupid it was suicidal. If he really wanted to hurt the boy he should have followed him quietly for a time and struck when he couldn't defend himself. Then again she supposed that was an easy thought for an assassin to have.

Tired and annoyed by this whole business the assassin let her sword down out of her guard postion and walked over to where the wizard had thrown the coins. She sheathed her sword, sure that those two idiots would be too busy killing each other to care about her, and pocketed the coins quickly. With a final glance over her shoulder the assassin headed down the backstreet in the opposite direction of the brawl, her leather sandals slapping softly against her feet as she snuck away into the shadows.

Whether one or both of them ended up getting killed was not her concern, she had to worry about her own skin.

[Calen]

Despite the short distance that existed between him and freedom from this macabre display of insanity, Calen found himself incapable of getting away. He couldn't explain why, but whatever the reason, it didn't seem to matter that much, at least, not at the moment. Choosing to take the time he had made for himself as the thief scrubbed his face clear, Calen filled the area immediately in front of him with his tan Res, exuding it from his hands and forming the incredibly versatile gaseous substance into it's familiar rectangular wall shape. It was eerily similar to what he had done when he had faced off against Tallis, though this usage of the spell, he was intending, to be a bit more intense. Taking note of both the projectiles and the approaching man, though he did have to admit, the spinning knives were kind of more important in his mind, Calen threw his Res forward with all the force he could muster.

Solidifying the Res as it shifted into air mid-flight, much as he had when he had dueled with Tallis, Calen forced it outwards, towards the man with all the force he could muster. It soon formed a flying, wall of solid air which rushed to meet the man mid-stride. It was simply a more offense-orientented variant of what he had used to stop Tallis', really his own, projectile mid-reimancy-launched-flight, but he knew it would be more than enough to throw the man back, at the very least. He had seen Tallis use a wall of Res in a much more impressive fashion just last season, but he was no Tallis; he preferred his Reimancy blunt and fast. Assuming the man didn't have some sort of proper defense, he would soon find himself running, or simply being hit, headlong into or by a wall of solid air, a wall more than capable of knocking away a few poorly tossed knives.

[Amon Fade]

As Amon was chasing the mage he was hit by a force which could only be described as the equivalent of being hit by a horse at full gallop. This alone would have more than likely have dazed Amon so much that it probably would have ended the chase there.and then but it was the aftermath of the air blast that sealed it

Amon had been flung back with such force that when he hit a nearby wall his head jerked back and slammed against it with a sickening thud. On top of this one of his double bladed daggers had been driven into his upper leg.

As ssoon as Amon hit the wall he blacked out, leaving him ccompletely at the wizards mmercy

[Calen]

With a snort of disbelief and a look that displayed just how downright insane all this seemed to him, Calen couldn't help but mutter "You have got to be kidding me". Calen backed his way out of the side-street. If he had been someone else, Calen might have killed the man, but he was no one else; he was merely Calen and Calen was no killer. Once he found himself back onto the main streets, Calen was off, running awkwardly due to the, relatively, thin stone bellyband he had made himself. He was fairly certain the man was not dead, but he did not intend to be around to find out. As he neared the juncture where West Street met East Street, he slowed a bit and nodded politely at a man he knew to be a wave guard on his way to the docks.

"Well, today's been a bit of a bust, hasn't it" Calen thought to himself as he scratched at his chin, making his way home. His thoughts had already left the semi-prone thief that had tried to kill him earlier.

[Fallacy]

XP Award! Name:Amon Fade XP Award: Larceny- 1 Intimidation- 1 Running- 1 Dagger- 2 Lore: Doing Dark Deeds Chasing a Wizard Notes: 1GM 7SM 30 CM <-- Money in Old Mans Coin Purse. There are also many small stones within the purse to make it look fuller or more valuable than it actually is. Name:Calen XP Award: Rhetoric- 1 Reimancy- 2 Running- 1 Lore: Being 'The Would Be Hero' How to make an enemy Fighting for your life Notes: -1GM 3SM Any questions or concerns about the rewards gained please send a PM