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 Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 1:13 pm
The power... The power of Three rare moons...
It is said that an ancient druid holds onto a way to seize this power. Many people have tried to get him to talk, but have failed. He waits, watches, hopes for the right group of people to come along.
Once the group have proved themselves, the great druid will send them to the fabled lands of the blue moon, red moon, and lastly the gold moon. Throughout their journey they will claim the prize, and unlock the secrets that the moons hold dear.
However, they wont be the only ones racing for the prize....
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 2:25 pm
Slogging through the far end of a bog, Aerin slapped at a mosquito as it flew by, its shrill whine quickly becoming annoying. Making her way onto the bank, she paused as a deep howl cut the still air. Damn! Why the hell would any self-respecting werewolf consider a swamp as a hunting ground? Bunch of peat- digging sheep chasers, the whole lot of em! She thought, shaking off some of the water and half-dried mud from her fur. Following a rough dirt road to a nearby village, Aerin stopped near the pub that sat at its eastern border. Looking at the thin stone ring around one of her fingers, she headed inside and took a seat at the small heavily stained table that lay in a dark secluded corner. The three moons...What could they mean? That raven must've been half mad, or else sent out as a messenger, but from who? I'd always heard that Ireland was a mysterious place, but so far, it just seems to be a dark, dismal land of sheep herders and potato farmers. Surely the bird's mad as a hatter, for one as old as he was. She mused while watching all manner of people enter the pub.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 5:57 am
Stopping at the road sign in the town, two figures pulled out a map and looked it over.
"I told you we were in the right place! It's got to be around here somewhere." Gentleman Rogue took the map.
"There is no we to it!" Wisk reattained the map and slapped Rogue with it. "Remember, the crow told me, not you. Besides I don't want you following me, so get lost."
"Oh come now, you know you're not going to be able to do this alone. Lets ask for directions in that pub." Again Rogue took the map and ran into the pub, followed by the annoyed Wisk.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 7:18 am
A loud and obnoxious voice could be heard approaching the outside of the pub "Oh come on, you nob jockeys owe me! Besides, it'll be like old times!" Gus entered the bar, followed by Nero, who was fuming with an irritable expression "Oh? You mean like all those times you harassed my friends and tried to kill me? Whatever dude, just don't get in our way!" Bart walked in right behind Nero, chuckling nervously "Just think of this journey as a chance to bond. You two are brothers, after all" He sighed as they sat down at a small table next to the windows
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Tee the Wicked Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 7:56 am
Tossing down a pint of ale, Aerin stared at the foam left in the glass stein. What power would a moon hold, anyway? Much less three of them? They have no life, no mind...Even a golem possesses that, given in somewhat limited quantities. Looking up at the noise the trio of half-demons made, she sank lower in her chair as eight burly werewolves strolled inside. Each carried a sidearm strapped around an arm or thigh, their thick black fur nearly hiding the weapon. The biggest among them snatched a couple of whiskey bottles, leering at the waitress as he did so. Downing one of the bottles, he passed the other to his cohorts. Turning to glance in her direction, the alpha wolf slid off his stool and approached Aerin's table. "Well, well...Seems as though the catch of the day's here to pay up. Ya see, nobody trespasses O'Malley land and gets away with it. Since you've a pretty enough face, I suppose we could let it slide...If you run with us from now on. So, what'll it be?" Raising an eyebrow at the bulge in his tight leather pants, she snorted and smashed her empty glass in his face. Hiding a smile, one of the waitresses snickered as she stepped around the dazed wolf and slid Aerin the bill.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 8:14 am
"Excuse me, Waiter, can you tell me where this mountain is?" Gentleman Rogue asked.
"Can't you city slickers read a map? go south, way out of town, You'll pass three other towns on the way out. Becareful though, outside of the last town is Skull territory. They are a large gang said to be ruthless bastards. If you get past them, theres a forest trail thats hard to find, leads straigh to the mountain. Good luck." The waiter responded with distastefulness.
"You heard the boy, Lets go Wisk." Rogue cleared his throat.
"Come on, can't I at least get a drink?"
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Tee the Wicked Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 8:58 am
Bart looked to Nero as he heard the masked man at the table next to them ask for the same information they were after. "Well now, isn't that an interesting bit of information" Bart lowered his voice to a whisper "It seems we aren't the only ones involved in this rat race. Lady Luck must be gazing in our direction" Nero was listening when he heard the sound of breaking glass. Gus was over by the table in the corner, surrounded by a group of werewolves. "I don't give a rat's a** who the hell you are, the b***h obviously doesn't want you dipshits. So do her a favor and ******** off" Nero shook his head with an irritable sigh. "Oh great, as if having him around wasn't trouble enough"
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 5:43 pm
Baring their toothsome jaws in a savage grin, the alpha cracked his knuckles. Leaning closer, he glared at the newcomer. "This doesn't concern you, ya frog-faced sack of sh-" Interrupted by the sudden impact of Aerin's chair against the back of his head, the wolf's jaws slammed shut for a moment. "Thanks for caring, but the b***h can deal with this bottom feeder." She remarked as she yanked the leader's gun free of his belt. Looking about confusedly, the alpha wolf snarled as his wits returned. Slamming the butt of the gun against his temple, she chuckled as the creature went down. Pulling a shotgun from under the bar, the bartender lowered an icy gaze at the other wolves and motioned toward the door. Half-snarling, the smaller lycans slunk out, a pair stopping to collect their leader. Cocking the gun as they came, Aerin watched them back out upon spotting the weapon still in her grasp. Rolling her eyes, she sighed. Grabbing the unconscious creature by the tail and ears, she tossed him out the door, hitting a few of his buddies in the process. Returning to the bar, Aerin grinned and handed the bartender a small gold coin from a pouch that hung around one wrist before sitting down to a second pint.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 5:48 pm
Wisk jaw was practically to the floor when he saw the wolves taken out.
"Close your mouth and come on boy!" Gentleman Rogue pulled Wisk out the door, then let go. Rogue straightened his suit, then started walking south, Wisk following behind.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 7:08 am
Gus slid into an empty chair next to Aerin, his back to his two companions "You handle yourself pretty sweet. I'm Gus, and your drinks are all on me."
Nero looked to Bart with a grimace "Do we really need to travel with such an embarrassment?" Bart chuckled "If you are worried about his attention whoring, then let us put on a show of our own!" He threw Nero up onto the table and began to make out with him, their glasses and bottles crashing to the floor amidst their loud noisy grunts.
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Tee the Wicked Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 4:15 pm
Raising a brow in response, Aerin chuckled softly. "Why, thank you. If all my drinks were on you, though, you'd most likely end up smelling like the town drunk. Even so, it was rather sweet of you to stand up to those idiots." She replied, downing most of her glass in a few swallows. Taking a bottle of vodka from the bar, Aerin plunked it in front of Gus. Picking up a few darts from a basket, she threw five of them at the couple, grinning at the noise they made as they sank into the wooden table, inches away from their faces.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 5:48 pm
"Hey, I can't help it, a hot babe is a hot babe, and nobody messes with a hot babe and gets away with it!" He grabbed the bottle and too a swig. He turned to see her darts land, and spit forcefully at the sight of his brother's activity with Bart. He turned to Aerin "Bleh, and they say I'm an embarrassment. That there's my half-brother and his butt buddy. I'm forcing them to take me along their little treasure hunt. Besides, I was there when that black chicken told us about the three moons." He took a gulp of Vodka, then lit up a blunt
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Tee the Wicked Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 7:26 pm
Black chicken? Three moons? This can only mean one thing... "So the raven stopped by for a chat with the three of you as well. How benevolent of the old bird." She said, emptying her mug. Flashing her canines in a yawn, Aerin studied Gus's face for a moment as he smoked. "You know, I can't shake this feeling that we've met before...A touch of de ja vu', I suppose." The wolf remarked as she ordered a pint of cider.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 9:35 pm
Gus grinned "Yeah, I do get some sort of familiar feeling about you. Maybe we boned in a past life, or some alternate universe." He laughed, downing the remainder of the bottle. "If you are after the treasure too, why don't you come with us? I'd rather not be the third wheel of a gay sausage fest anyway, and you are a hot babe"
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Tee the Wicked Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:16 am
As Wisk and Rogue made their way down the street, a loud roar was heard echoing through the town. "What the hell was that?" Rogue pulled out two silver pistols, glancing around the hillsides. Wisk drew his sword, as everything got quite.
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