Post by Tempest on Apr 22, 2005 5:14:43 GMT
From the eyes of Swan, Child of the Raven.
This is the boardroom of the Society of the Raven. A long polished wooden
table runs the length of the room. There are tall chairs sitting around it.
The walls are polished to a high shine and the floor is carpeted. Along the
wall stands the Raven Board. This is to be used as a forum for new ideas as
well as discussing tactics. This is not a Flame Board.
The only obvious exit is north.
The Society of the Raven Board.
> read 489
Title: 'Moriyokiri Rinzetsu' // "Sphyraena Praedari" <19> Sat Mar 26 17:37:52
2005
"What kind of name is Demonicus Magelord, anyways?" the young black-haired
outlaw asked the corpse laying before him. Only six heartbeats prior the now
motionless body once was a mediocre spellwielder who unworthily decided his
birth name wasn't masculine enough for his self-deluded stature of a bounty
hunter. Any fool can throw a spell or two and dispatch a few novice ruffians,
and so was the "Demonicus" predicament. Slay a few adolescent thieves and
all the sudden he thought he was on his way to becoming the next doombringer.
Sadly, the only thing he brought was a flicker of excitement for this
handsome criminal to feed off of for the mere moments it lasted.
Prodding the lifeless mage with his jeweled rapier, the rogue continued to
conversate with the cadaver as if he thought Demonicus could still listen
and respond.
"So, which was it?" the rogue asked the dead mage while wiping the blood
from his blade.
The man paused for a moment waiting a reply. None came.
"Oh, spit it out already!" the man lashed out impatiently. "Was it the so-
called 'thrill of the hunt'? Was it the gold reward? Was it the glory to be
found in being the slayer of the noble merchant of the Raven, Moriyokiri?
Was it..."
Moriyokiri's words froze. Staring at the corpse, he discovered a scar on the
mage's neck.
"Damned Scythe!!" Moriyokiri roared.
The scar was a self inflicted wound caused by a war scythe that had sat
inside a campfire then forced upon the neck of a tribal initiate of the
Scythe Clan. The Scythe were ravenous, wreckless, crude yet cunning, wicked,
and murderous, and that was on their good days. The Scythe Clan thrived off
of murdering wealthy commonfolk who couldn't properly defend their riches,
robbing caravans transporting anything from slaves to gold to food, and by
sending out slightly impressive war parties into ruins in the wilds to come
back with treasure and new found power.
Apparentally the reward on Moriyokiri's scalp combined with the notoriety
his name carried was too much for the Scythe to stand for any longer. After
all, Moriyokiri wasn't a Scyther and having such a ferocious reputation on a
non-Scyther was something they couldn't bear. The Scythe frame of mind is a
simple one. Survive by culling the weak from your herd to make it stronger
as a whole. Conquer and pillage weaker tribes. If something is weaker than
you, enslave it or kill it. If something is stronger than you, recruit it or
kill it. So naturally, the Scythe had attempted to recruit this new face
amongst the professional rogues as one of their own, but without success.
Moriyokiri thoroughly enjoyed the act of murder, as the Scythe commited
regularly, but he believed himself to be on another plane of consciousness
than his fellow man, and even the other races. That being so, Moriyokiri
didn't see it necissary to align himself with the Scythe, or any other
affiliation for that matter, and apparentally the Scythe took this as a
sign of aggression. The fact that he was indeed a fellow member of the
Society of the Raven somehow didn't register in his mind. It was rumoured
that Moriyokiri wasn't all there in the head.
Demonicus was the third Scythe mageling to track him down and attempt
to claim his bounty, for the promotion of the name of the Scythe Clan
presumeably. Moriyokiri had no qualms killign a Scyther, or anyone else
of any grouping for that matter, but it was starting to irritate him.
After all, sending a single underseasoned magic user was either a severe
misjudgement or an offending gesture. Either of which, Moriyokiri didn't
care, because he'd happily spill more Scythe blood to make up for their
mistake. But, Moriyokiri was wanting to build on his current reputation
for being a pompous, fork-tongued assassin. He wanted big names in his
face to fall from his blade. Big names to add to his list of glory seeking
bounty hunters. What he didnt expect was for some of the biggest names in
the game to be paying attention to his every move. Soon the three most
successful and famous of all the bounty hunters would make Moriyokiri
regret he ever decided this line of work. Well, almost regret.
End of note number 489.
> say Hail Moriyokiri . . . .
You say in cityspeak: Hail Moriyokiri . . . .
> hide
You slide back into the shadows.
This is the boardroom of the Society of the Raven. A long polished wooden
table runs the length of the room. There are tall chairs sitting around it.
The walls are polished to a high shine and the floor is carpeted. Along the
wall stands the Raven Board. This is to be used as a forum for new ideas as
well as discussing tactics. This is not a Flame Board.
The only obvious exit is north.
The Society of the Raven Board.
> read 489
Title: 'Moriyokiri Rinzetsu' // "Sphyraena Praedari" <19> Sat Mar 26 17:37:52
2005
"What kind of name is Demonicus Magelord, anyways?" the young black-haired
outlaw asked the corpse laying before him. Only six heartbeats prior the now
motionless body once was a mediocre spellwielder who unworthily decided his
birth name wasn't masculine enough for his self-deluded stature of a bounty
hunter. Any fool can throw a spell or two and dispatch a few novice ruffians,
and so was the "Demonicus" predicament. Slay a few adolescent thieves and
all the sudden he thought he was on his way to becoming the next doombringer.
Sadly, the only thing he brought was a flicker of excitement for this
handsome criminal to feed off of for the mere moments it lasted.
Prodding the lifeless mage with his jeweled rapier, the rogue continued to
conversate with the cadaver as if he thought Demonicus could still listen
and respond.
"So, which was it?" the rogue asked the dead mage while wiping the blood
from his blade.
The man paused for a moment waiting a reply. None came.
"Oh, spit it out already!" the man lashed out impatiently. "Was it the so-
called 'thrill of the hunt'? Was it the gold reward? Was it the glory to be
found in being the slayer of the noble merchant of the Raven, Moriyokiri?
Was it..."
Moriyokiri's words froze. Staring at the corpse, he discovered a scar on the
mage's neck.
"Damned Scythe!!" Moriyokiri roared.
The scar was a self inflicted wound caused by a war scythe that had sat
inside a campfire then forced upon the neck of a tribal initiate of the
Scythe Clan. The Scythe were ravenous, wreckless, crude yet cunning, wicked,
and murderous, and that was on their good days. The Scythe Clan thrived off
of murdering wealthy commonfolk who couldn't properly defend their riches,
robbing caravans transporting anything from slaves to gold to food, and by
sending out slightly impressive war parties into ruins in the wilds to come
back with treasure and new found power.
Apparentally the reward on Moriyokiri's scalp combined with the notoriety
his name carried was too much for the Scythe to stand for any longer. After
all, Moriyokiri wasn't a Scyther and having such a ferocious reputation on a
non-Scyther was something they couldn't bear. The Scythe frame of mind is a
simple one. Survive by culling the weak from your herd to make it stronger
as a whole. Conquer and pillage weaker tribes. If something is weaker than
you, enslave it or kill it. If something is stronger than you, recruit it or
kill it. So naturally, the Scythe had attempted to recruit this new face
amongst the professional rogues as one of their own, but without success.
Moriyokiri thoroughly enjoyed the act of murder, as the Scythe commited
regularly, but he believed himself to be on another plane of consciousness
than his fellow man, and even the other races. That being so, Moriyokiri
didn't see it necissary to align himself with the Scythe, or any other
affiliation for that matter, and apparentally the Scythe took this as a
sign of aggression. The fact that he was indeed a fellow member of the
Society of the Raven somehow didn't register in his mind. It was rumoured
that Moriyokiri wasn't all there in the head.
Demonicus was the third Scythe mageling to track him down and attempt
to claim his bounty, for the promotion of the name of the Scythe Clan
presumeably. Moriyokiri had no qualms killign a Scyther, or anyone else
of any grouping for that matter, but it was starting to irritate him.
After all, sending a single underseasoned magic user was either a severe
misjudgement or an offending gesture. Either of which, Moriyokiri didn't
care, because he'd happily spill more Scythe blood to make up for their
mistake. But, Moriyokiri was wanting to build on his current reputation
for being a pompous, fork-tongued assassin. He wanted big names in his
face to fall from his blade. Big names to add to his list of glory seeking
bounty hunters. What he didnt expect was for some of the biggest names in
the game to be paying attention to his every move. Soon the three most
successful and famous of all the bounty hunters would make Moriyokiri
regret he ever decided this line of work. Well, almost regret.
End of note number 489.
> say Hail Moriyokiri . . . .
You say in cityspeak: Hail Moriyokiri . . . .
> hide
You slide back into the shadows.