The Reappearance

[Moot 1719]

The well lit room echoed with conversation, conversation of which the the brown-haired dog grew tired of. Lightly panting the dog simply stared at the ranting women, the two conversing about Shade magic, and whether or not she would be able to fend against it’s inevitable hold. As the conversation slowly came to it’s most awkward conclusion, the women sending a fierce glare at Janos “You’re a Shade, aren’t you?” the room was left silent, only the panting of the dog being heard. Janos promptly rebuttled however, “Excuse me?” obviously enthralled in distaste and irritated, the brown-haired down proceed to ready himself, his body lowering to the ground, seeming to prepare.

Now lightly growling, the dog eyed the women like a fresh piece of meat, as the two continued their now dragging on argument. The woman paused, gazing at the fierce animal, seeming ready to pounce “What’s up with the dog?” was the last words she was able to mumble. As predicted, the dog did indeed pounce, however what happened next was much to the woman's surprise; mid leap, the dog had completely vanished, being replaced by a white haired elf of all things. This pale-skinned elf would promptly left hook the women, making her stumble back into the wall behind her, dazed and very confused by the ordeal.

The White haired, pale-skinned, gray eyed elf did not hesitate in the least however, his eyes pulsating with a clear ebony, light arcanic line running down his face as he makes his connection. Arcanic energies began to pulsate and form around his left fist; the grotesque burned skin being covered in a thick glowing layer of arcane mist. The women grunting, suddenly starting to piece together what had occurred, all the while the Elven mans fist glowing a clear ebony. The mist forms a long blade-like shape, nearly nine inches of arcanic energy forms. All of this happen quite swiftly, the Elven man promptly grips Vanessas shoulder with his right hand, and stabs her with his left arcane-shiv. His emotionless gaze locked in position, staring Vanessa directly in the eyes. No remorse, nor empathy scratches the surface of his pale-skinned face. Promptly, the Elf tugs on the arcane shiv, yanking it out of Vanessa, her breath gasping out. Moments pass as he stuffs it back into her stomach, continuing this motion repeatedly now. Vanessa simply grunts as shes continuously shanked, staring back into the mans eyes confused and in disarray; although he simply stares back, his emotionless gaze unwavering.

But another minute passes as he stabs the women repeated, eventually yanking the arcane-shiv from her stomach, she promptly slides down the wall. The Elf lowers the blade to her throat, gliding it across her jugular, blood promptly seeping from the fatal wound. He turns to Janos, his robes bloodied, and his emotionless gaze unhindered. Jano’s lips lightly part, staring a little judgmentally at the man “Next time, let’s not do that on my new floor tiles.”

[Demotheus 651]

((So let me get this straight...

 

Kalameet...has been...disguised as Janos dog for nearly a year or so IC now!?

 

Daym.))

[Rassidic 470]

Prey shudders slightly , feeling something mildly edgy afoot...

[Neri 3590]

Caitlyn goes to collect some winnings from bets she placed. "They never stay dead..." she mutters to herself.

[Moot 1719]

Caitlyn goes to collect some winnings from bets she placed. "They never stay dead..." she mutters to herself.

Kalameet is Master Illusionist, anyone who bet against you was a silly-goose.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"I can smell the edge on the wind..."

[Shadeleaf 1024]

"I can smell the edge on the wind..."

"The irony fills my nostrils... it smells like cake, of the chocolate variety"

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

[Eyyyyyyy! My old song!]

[JVQ 1719]

Kalamoot is back

[Rig 17591]

Myth is oblivious to this, but he does feel a random tensing. "... The hell?" 

[Crayfishchris 751]

Kristian sniffs.

 

"Hrm... somethin's shifty, no doubt 'bout it. Can't tell... just... what..."

 

With a small shrug, he goes about his business.

[~ Fiend ~ 611]

Pebble cackles evilly for no apparent reason.

Her pet cat looks at her funny.

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien peers out of the High Elven tomb.

 

"I sense... impure."

 

She darts back inside.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.