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Rise of the Beastmen [PG-13/Started/NOT Accepting]


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"How long will this take?" Graemjor said, starting to climb. It was a strange feeling for him. He hadn't climbed anything since his childhood. He never really had a reason to. But he liked the feeling. It was natural, almost as though his claws had never been cut off. "We shouldn't keep them waiting for too long. The faster we get out of here the better, unless you'd rather stay for the night. If that's the case, then I'm find with it. Also.. what are we even going to steal? Money? Diamonds? Gems? Weapons? Anything works, but don't stick your neck in the way of the enemy's sword, kid. Don't do anything you'll regret.

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"Relax, [i]Mom[/i]," Xero mocked, "I am a [i]professional[/i]. And, we'll stay here for the night. Jobs don't have a set time." Xero then gestured for Graemjor to follow him. Xero ran to the edge of the building and jumped onto the roof of the next one. Many of the roofs in Alton done like pagodas, so Xero was hoping Graemjor wouldn't have too much trouble. Xero continued jumping from building to building, and there were circumstances where he'd have to climb walls to reach the top. However, there was one instance that he didn't anticipate. One that Graemjor couldn't possible hope to do as well...

Xero and Graemjor were approaching their destination. Xero stopped suddenly, and held his arm out, stopping Graemjor behind him. Xero peered over the edge of the roof they were on. There were two guards in the alley below. The next roof was their destination. A precious collections gallery. Containing many valuable gems, trinkets, and paintings. But the roof was too far away. There were many buildings around the gallery, but all were still too far.

This wasn't an issue to Xero. The building had a banner running from the first roof to their roof, celebrating the gallery's 5th anniversary. Much to Graemjor's wonder and awe, Xero jumped off the roof and onto the wire holding the banner. Xero expertly ran across the banner as if it was a tight rope, and the guards weren't any the smarter. When he got across, however, he realized their predicament. There was no way Graemjor could get across. If he went down, the guards would certainly notice them...

(OOC: FIND SMART SOLUTION. GO.)

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Graemjor stood and watched. [i]What do I do? What do I do?![/i] The guards stood there, vigilantly searching just in case of intruders. Graemjor was searching too, only he was searching for a solution. Then, he found it. There was a large crack on the building, right near the edge. One that, when hit with enough force, would sent a rather large rock tumbling down. So, he tried it. Graemjor winded up with all his might and smashed the cracked roof, sending a tremendous rock down, thus alerting the guards. As they started to run to investigate, Graemjor saw that it was his only chance, and he had to take it, but he knew the wire wouldn't support all of his weight. So then, he jumped. With all the force in the world, all the speed he could muster, and more agility than he'd ever honed before, he jumped. Graemjor landed on the same building as Xero. Or at least, his arms did. Graemjor hung by his harms off of the side of the building, desperately hoping the guards wouldn't see him.
"Quick, Xero," he said, "help me up."

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Xero quickly grabbed Graemjor's arms and pulled him up. The guards just missed seeing Graemjor dangling from the roof. Xero helped Graemjor stand up, and proceeded to the job. The roof was mostly made of glass, so people could see the sky from inside. Xero dug a claw into the glue around one section of glass, then lifted the glass up. He turned to Graemjor. "When I call you, drop the rope down and lift me up. I'll only be a couple of minutes in there. Also, keep watch of the front door, so I don't get caught."

Xero set the glass pane down and peered inside the gallery. There was nobody inside, though plenty of loot. Xero dropped down from the ceiling, landing in an escape ready position, with his head low and knees bent. He tread lightly across the gallery, collecting things in his bag, the fabric he had folded in his pocket.

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Graemjor stood watch, just as he was instructed. For a short time, things were slow, and he eagerly awaited Xero's readiness to finish up with the job. then, he saw it. An old man headed towards the door with two guards near him.
"Xero!" Graemjor whispered, tugging on the rope, "Get out of there, someone's coming, and they have guards! Let me get you out of here now." The people got closer and closer. They were only five feet away. The old man was already pulling out a set of keys to unlock the door with. Just then, Graemjor tugged on the rope so hard that Xero was flung in the air, slowly being pulled up. Only now, the others were inside.

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Xero didn't shout when being flung into the air, but he was still just as freaked out. Xero fell over the side of the building, but because he was still holding on to the rope, he slammed against the wall. The two guards turned to face him. "Thief! Halt!" one yelled.

"So..." Xero said awkwardly, "what's going on? I heard there's tons of nice stuff in this gallery, you should check it ou-" Xero shouted, in reaction to a throwing knife narrowly missing him. The guards continued to throw, even now at Graemjor. Graemjor let go of the rope to avoid a knife, which was fine. Xero was now holding on to the few knives getting embedded in the wall. Xero quickly climbed the wall and stood low to avoid the barrage of knives. He instructed Graemjor to do the same. Their only chance of escape was either for Graemjor to try and run the banner wire or for the both of them to fight of the guards and bolt before reinforcements come. Xero told him his options and waited for a response.

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"We have to fight the guards, get the others, and get out," Graemjor said, "If we don't take them out now, the they'll probably follow us to your safehouse anyway." Graemjor jumped off of the goof and drew his blade. "All right, who wants to die?!" All of the nearby guards accepted his challenge and a few made a move right away. Graemjor parried the one, and sliced across the others, leaving them incapacitated. Graemjor blocked a few more guards before yelling, "Hey kid, go warn the others, I'll meet up with you later, I can hold these guys!" He turned around and stabbed another, preparing for the next assault.

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"Not happening!" Xero yelled back. A few guards had come up to the roof to take care of him. Xero wasn't a fighter, but he managed to use his superior agility and flexibility to knock the guards off the roof. Some guards even landed on the guards Graemjor was fighting. Eventually, the two were at a point where there weren't any guards left, but back up was sure to come. Xero gestured for Graemjor to climb onto the roofs again so they could make their escape. Graemjor questioned why the tendency to use roofs, but Xero replied "a thief's best friend is a rooftop." Xero ran across the banner wire again, but Graemjor instead climbed the other building wall.
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Stark couldn't believe his rotten luck. He had applied for the military to hunt Beastmen, not guard a bunch of worthless trinkets. And yet here he was, standing in front of a painting with some lady in it, staring at nothing. Big freaking whoop. He sighed as he leaned against the wall. He felt his prized claymore, [i]Erden Kutter[/i] (Earth Cutter), at his side, so powerful, so mighty, dangling at his side like a piece of scrap metal. "Beastmen! Thieving Beastmen!" His head whipped upward, like he couldn't believe his ears. Beastmen? What luck! He drew his blade and rushed toward the shouts, getting louder as he got nearer. He entered right they were trying to get away. "Alright beastie!" he shouted. "Let's go!" He charged the one with metallic claws...

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(OOC: As per your request, Jonah)

Graemjor stuck his hand out and grabbed Stark's head, squeezing with tremendous might. Then, just as it seemed he would smash Stark's skull with his own fingers, Graemjor kneed him in the face and clawed across, digging under his eye. Graemjor tossed the bloodied Stark away and started to walk back towards the safehouse. "You should've run,kid. It would have made this a whole lot easier. Those guys were easy pickings, I just needed you to warn the others and get going before anyone followed you. But it doesn't matter now. There won't be more guards for at least an hour. We just have to get out now, and hope that we run into an inn on our way west."

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"Gyaaaah"! Stark shouted in pain. His left eye had blood streaming down his face. "You...gah...damn ugly... monster...you'll pay!" He clutched his left eye. A guard that happened to be entering the room saw the wound and paled. "Oh my....medic! Medic!' He ran out of the room. Stark turned toward the beast that ripped his eye apart and glared with his right eye. "You...I shall make sure...that you suffer for this...What is...ugh...What is your name?...Tell me...now..."

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"His name is Bob. Bob Smith." Xero said. He turned to Graemjor and mouthed the words 'Dont tell him'.

Xero and Graemjor left the scene by roof. Xero began responding to Graemjor's concerns. "I don't leave people behind," Xero said to Graemjor, "even if they would've been easy for you. And, fine, we'll leave today. We've still got a few hours before dusk. But first..." Xero opened his bag of goodies as he walked, examining the loot he had... looted. He managed to take two paintings, five amethysts, an opal, three small sculptures, a diamond necklace and miscellaneous other gems he had not discerned the identities of. He told Graemjor was the lot was approximately worth, and he staggered a little.

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" You shall...not tell me...your name."Stark's words were getting slurred. He had lost a lot of blood. "So be it." Stark nursed his left eye and glared with his right. "I will...make you pay. Ugh!" His left eye was searing in pain. "I will...kill you." As he said these words, the guard from before came back with small group of medical personnel. Stark looked at the Beastmen, but they were already gone. He sighed and let the medical team take him away.

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Graemjor and Xero arrived at the safehouse a few moments later. "Come on, guys," he said to the others, "There was some ruckus and we have to leave now. If not, there'll be another fight. Let's go." Graemjor put on his armor and sheathed his sword. "Grab the money Xero provided and let's get out of here." He was the first ready, money bag tied to his belt, sword sheathed, and he even went down and grabbed a shield from Xero's loot. "I hope you don't mind if I use this," he said, "I'll need some more defenses just in case of a tough foe. I wouldn't want to risk an injury during out travels." Graemjor put the shield on his back and eagerly awaited the others to be ready.

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Xero walked in, gripping his arm, which was pulsing from being slammed against the wall. He turned to face Varrun. "He's worse out in the field," he said, as he began to recount to Varrun what had happened not a few minutes prior. During the narrative, Xero grabbed his bag of coins, and went into the basement. Xero reached into his bag of loot and threw into a pile the items he knew the value of. By this time, Xero had finished talking, and Varrun was laughing. The remaining items were mostly gems. He took each out, one by one, and examined them, eventually throwing each one into the pile. There was one, however, that Xero threw against the wall, and it shattered into hundreds of pieces. Varrun, shocked that Xero would throw a priceless item, asked why. Xero explained that it wasn't priceless, and it was in fact just made of glass. Anything otherwise, and it wouldn't have broken on impact.

Soon, Xero was done with his pricing. He knew he was going to be gone from the safehouse for a while, so he prepared to lock his 'collection'. He pulled a metal panel from the roof of the basement over to the trapdoor. He stopped, got out, and continued to cover the opening from the first floor. He then closed the trapdoor, and was ready to head out. He gestured for Varrun and Graemjor to go first.

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Track had been taking a nap on the floor of the safehouse, trying to cath up on the sleep he didnt have time to have due to having to waking up so earl. He waiting for Greamjor and Xero to return from their job as Xero liked to call it. Although Track already knew exactly what he meant. When they eventually arrived back at the safehouse Track awoke. He opened one eye. He then opened the other one. He got up and stretched. Track picked up his bag of money he had been given and put it in his pocket. He then walked over to the group. "So guys. Are we heading out now. I cant wait to get to the uncharted worlds. I really wanna now what happens round there."

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"Don't be too curious, kid," Graemjor said, "People go missing. That's not necessarily a bad thing, cause that may just mean it was too nice of a place for them to leave, or it could mean it was too dangerous for them to live. Either way, we're gonna have to be careful. And make sure you all wear a cloak or something to hide your identity on the way there. If anyone catches wind of where we're going, it could all be a wasted effort."
Graemjor put on a pitch black cloak that covered his head, body, shield, and weapon. To passing people, he was just a wandering scholar on his way to a meeting or something.

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[left][left]"Relax," Xero said, heading into the bedroom for a disguise, "I [i]was[/i] going to head out with the rooftops, but I guess your idea is more practical with our group." Xero came out in a full outfit. He wore a clean white shirt with a brown leather jacket over it. He also wore plain brown pants, and no shoes, as non-soldier beastmen went. He also wore a hat, which was good enough to hide his face from anyone who didn't look too carefully. He also brought another cloak for Varrun. He guessed that no one really knew Track was with them, so he let him do whatever.[/left][/left]

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Varrun accepted the cloak, put it on, stood up, and stretched. "Thanks," he said, getting his weapons together, "We should move fast. If not, someone might catch up. We don't want that."
Graemjor nodded and started for the door. "Are you all ready. We're gonna have to run. Take as little breaks as possible. At night, we might just have to use our natural resources to hide. We can't risk anything. For all we know, there's already word to other cities of a robbery. Let's go now, and make sure we cover our tracks." Graemjor cracked his neck, stretched everything, and looked at Varrun. "You sure you're alright to run? We can't risk you being hurt, that'd jeopardize the entire point of us leaving."
"Relax," Varrun said, smiling, "By now, I'm thinking of this as more of an expedition than a hiding place. Let's at least try to have fun with it."
"Yeah, I see your point," Graemjor replied, "I guess we should go."
Graemjor was then first out, followed by Varrun, Track, and Xero. "Follow my lead," he whispered, starting to run. Graemjor charged for the gates, hiding in every dark area he could, getting closer and closer. And then, just like that, they were out of the city.

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Track listened to what everyone else was saying. He heard what Greamjor had to say about how they should all wear some sort of a disguise. Track ran down to the basement and looked around. He saw an old, brown ragged cloak. Track came back up and and put on the cloak. He looked at the others. "I know I probably don't need it but I just think it's really cool." Track put on the hood but then took it off. He decided not to wear the hood thinking that it would make him look suspicious. "Okay. I'm ready if you are. Lead the way. I'm right behind you." Track walked up to the others ready to go. Track stretched and made sure that he had his money with him. "Yep I have definitely got everything I need."

Track was running outside of the city glad to be able get some fresh air. He waited for Varrun and Greamjor to finish talking so that they could begin to run to their destination.

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Xero was grateful that they escaped the city with ease, although, he got the feeling that people were definitely searching for them now. As they were making their escape, there was a strange feeling in the air. A strange mix of desperation and relief. This wasn't like the hundreds of jobs he's pulled off before. This wasn't like the close escapes of the past, or the fun collaborations he's done with the Underground. Something about this was... amiss. But, he couldn't dropped out and leave his friends behind. His uneasy feeling lasted until they made camp at dusk.

(OOC: Which Pedobear will kindly post about. >:3)
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[i]That night...[/i]

Two humans were kneeling in a throne room, and on said throne was nome other than King Volekhannt. Lined up on the walls and blocking the doors were many guards in heavy armor, all armed with a rapier. Then, the king stood, and began to speak.

"You two," he said, "are a disgrace to humanity." He walked over to the one kneeling on the left, a summoner named Valefor. "You. I gave you a battalion of archer, and come back with no skulls and half the men. There were only FOUR INSURGENTS." Volekhannt then walked over to the other failure, a swordsman named Stark. "And you. I hired you as a mercenary TWO WEEKS AGO. AND YOU GET YOUR EYE GOUGED OUT BY THE SAME INSURGENTS [i]HE[/i] FAILED TO KILL."

Volekhannt facepalmed, then calmly walked back to his throne. "You two. For your amazing failures, you should be executed." Many of the guards drew their swords at the word 'executed'. Volekhannt took a breath, then continued. "But, I have a better idea. You two will be partnered together. We already know the identities of the beastmen you failed to defeat." A guard walked over and handed the both of them a scroll with five pictures and five names. "I want all of their heads, or I'll have yours. Work together, defeat these beastmen, and MAYBE you'll be redeemed."

Volekhannt then sent the two out of his sight. When they were out, Valefor was clearly angry, but he was holding it in. If the scroll in his hand wasn't paper, it would snap in half.

(OOC: if joo disaprüv uhf dis pochrail of volekhannt, i shal editz apropriatly.)

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Stark's eyes were shooting daggers at anyone who crossed, be it a guard or a commoner. This was outrageous! How dare that man! To think that he paired him up with nothing but common soldier! He spat angrily. "Alright, what's-your-name, you clearly don't like me, which is fine, because I don't like you. However, if we kill these...[i]things[/i], you get your redemption, and I,"He rubbed his eye patch, "I get my vengeance. So, I am Stark Kufe. And you are..?"

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Varrun and Graemjor were off hunting when they began the camp, allowing Track and Xero to actually build it. When they returned, they had a rabbit for each man, four bowls of water, and some vegetation that they sensed was was healthy to eat. Meanwhile, Track and Xero had a small, covered hole and a roaring fire built. Given the fire, the men each skinned their rabbits, got the meat, and began to roast them. When it was done, and everyone began to eat, Graemjor began to speak.
"You all know there's someone looking for us by now, right?" he said.
"Calm down," Varrun said, "If they do come, we kill them. That simple." Varrun chomped on his rabbit, loudly burping as he ate and drank.
"Don't be so sure, Varrun," Graemjor said, "If we kill more men, or even Forjein and Yggarus, there will be even more trouble than before. But for now, we should finish eating, and sleep, lest we not get enough sleep for tomorrow's journey. If we move fast, we could get to Uncharted Worlds and build a camp to hide out in by nightfall."
"Yeah, I agree," Varrun said, "I already have a plan. Valenine is very close to the entrance of Uncharted Worlds. There should be houses intact there. We can find a house, kill anything in it that's dangerous, and hide away."

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"....Valefor," he said to Stark, and began to walk away. Gestured for Stark to follow. "These scrolls say the beasts were last seen in Alton. That's only two hours away. We get there, we stop at an inn, we wake up at dawn, and we track them down." Valefor led Stark outside the castle walls, and, further, out of the town. He grabbed his staff and held it out parallel to the ground. In a white light, a panserbjørn appeared in front of him, and kneeled. He mounted the bear and split his staff in two, holding them as if they were reins. He looked at Stark for a moment, then said, "What are you waiting for? Get on."

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After his 'delicious' rabbit, Xero began to speak. "Sounds like a plan. But, we shouldn't be in such a hurry." Xero threw the rabbit remains off to the side. "I mean, there a town and two lakes in this direction. We should take... a [i]vacation[/i]. Relax, drink, maybe even fish!" With that, Xero climbed the tree and prepared to get to sleep. "If there's anything I've learned, its that life sucks without a break here and there. I mean, we're already out here. *yawn* Why not anyways..."

Xero soon drifted off to sleep...

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Graemjor shook his head, "He's having way too much fun with this... If we wanna survive, we'll get there asap. But if it's that important that we stop at a town, y'know, despite mass guard effort to slaughter us, then so be it. But if we get attacked while we're there, We're running, and not stopping for anything. You can count on that." Graemjor looked over to see that he was the only one left awake. The others seemed to be completely physically exhausted from the escape. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty tired, too. It was almost mystical, how in the blink of an eye, he went from being wide awake to drifting towards a rejuvenating slumber.
"Damnit," he said, yawning, " I thought that was a pretty cool speech..."

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Yggarus and Forjein patrolled the area. By that point, they'd already heard of the beastmen spotted in Alton. To them, it was funny that those running from them had time to stop and cause a problem in the middle of the city. But there was some good to come out of it.
"So, you know what they're doing, right?" Yggarus said to Forjein, smiling from ear to ear.
"I'm not quite sure, to be completely honest," Forjein replied.
"They headed west from Alton, and the only city west from there is Korima. Obviously they wouldn't hide out in Korima, so they're headed to Uncharted Worlds," Yggarus laughed, "More specifically, the Valenine ruins."
"I take it we're going to meet them there?" Forjein assumed.
"Exactly. You go by air. I'll meet you on foot when I get there."

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A few hours later, Graemjor was woken up by the sound of an eagle overhead. He stood up, rubbed his eyes, and exited the camp, only to find Xero outside, playing and swinging on trees like a child. Graemjor ran over and threw Xero from the tree to the ground. "Listen, kid," Graemjor yelled, "You're not taking this seriously, and until you can, you're jeopardizing our mission. So either you start acting more like an adult, or you can get out of here, got it?!"

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