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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 14:09:28 GMT 1
100 Words April 2017
April 13, 2017
The Razor of Mehrunes Dagon: Part VII
Ariadne lowered her bow slowly, turning her back on the corpse that had been Silus Vesuius. Turning back to the altar, she took a deep breath before placing her hands upon the altar to speak once more to Mehrunes Dagon.
She was only half-listening to Dagon's arrogant words, which was why it came as a shock when, immediately after granting her the restored dagger, two Dremora appeared out of nowhere and attacked her.
It happened too fast for her bow to be of any use, so she took a deep breath and let loose with a Shout – FUS RO DAH! - sending both Dremora staggering back. Even the full force of the Shout was not enough to stop them, and she quickly drew back her bow and fired an arrow directly into the face of the first Dremora.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 13, 2017 16:32:19 GMT 1
12th of April 2017
“That’s close enough, limely. Who are you?” One of the thugs asked, as he pointed his rifle at Analytical, who was making his way to the backdoor of Erastes’ bar.
“Analytical. Your boss is requesting me to discuss his offer.”
“Ah, it’s you. Come on in. He’s been waiting for you, along with that old egghead.”
Analytical was escorted to the basement, which is an elaborate secret meeting place for Erastes’ criminal enterprise. At the centre of the main room, Erastes was standing there, puffing another opium fix from his pipe. Beside him was Will, who was tied up in his seat and showed signs of him being roughed up.
I’m going make that fat cockmongler pay for what he did to Will, Analytical thought as he gritted his teeth.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 13, 2017 16:52:11 GMT 1
13th of April 2017
“Lord Lovelace. Or to be more correct, Lord Byron of Lovelace, since your mother never mentions the dirty rascal who managed to knock her up like a whore,” Erastes sneered.
Analytical growled, “Oi! Don’t you fucking dare to speak my late mother with disrespect!”
“Watch that tone yours, bastard! You don’t want your dear old friend suffering from an accident, right?”
“What the fuck did you do to William before?”
“This old man? Well, he’s very rude despite my hospitality, so I have the men to discipline Mr. Rogers. Part of the standard schooling procedure really. Now let’s get down to business quickly, before I have the men pay a visit to his wife. What’s her name again? Emma.”
I will kill that cocksucker, Analytical glared silently at the business man. As he calmly sat down at the table with Erastes, anxiety started to run in his mind.
Where's Gluck and the men? I hope they clean up this shitshow, he thought.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 14, 2017 14:21:32 GMT 1
14 April of 2017
The negotiation was tedious and tenuous, but thankfully the session was cut short when all the sudden, Gluck leapt out from the shadows of the ceiling and slit the two henchmen who were guarding Will. As Gluck began defending the professor from the rest of the underworld thugs, other members of the Candle stormed in via portals and started to attack Erastes’ men.
Erastes immediately pulled his pistol out and pointed at Analytical, “You two-timing syphilitic fucker! I’ve given you a lifetime opportunity and you paid me with this?!”
“You've hurt my dear friend and you mention that you will going ravish his wife if I don’t give in to yours threats. So, fuck you and I hope Hades rip your precious arse into a new one, once I send you to Sheol myself!” Analytical growled as he unsheathe his cane sword.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2017 17:39:59 GMT 1
100 Words April 2017
April 14, 2017
The Razor of Mehrunes Dagon: Part VIII
Having neatly dispatched the first Dremora, Ariadne turned her full attention to the second. It had managed to recover from the Shout and was advancing on her as she circled back in an attempt to put more distance between the demon and herself.
Ariadne drew back her bow and fired an arrow at the advancing Dremora; he dodged and dove toward her; too close for the bow to be useful. She dropped the bow as she dove to the side and drew her sword from its scabbard, rising to a defensive stance and raising her sword.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2017 13:05:40 GMT 1
100 Words April 2017
April 15, 2017
The Razor of Mehrunes Dagon: Part IX
As the Dremora charged toward her, Ariadne dodged the the side and slashed at the demon's chest. To her surprise, though the sword did not penetrate the Daedric armour, the move did throw the Dremora off balance just enough. Ariadne immediately whirled and drove the point of her sword through the back of the Dremora's neck, sending it to its knees in the snow.
Withdrawing her sword, she slashed again, this time managing to sever the Dremora's head from its shoulders.
With that done, Ariadne sank to her knees in the snow, breathing heavily and marvelling at her survival.
Now that she was done, and had the dagger, Mehrunes' Razor, in her possession, she could leave this foul mountaintop and return once more to civilization.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 17, 2017 10:50:33 GMT 1
15th of April 2017
The fight was long and grueling, as Analytical and his crew had not anticipated Erastes’ fighting skills.
Gluck was knocked out from a kinetic blow, after Erastes swung his crane in a sweeping motion, which it conjured up air.
Now it’s only Analytical and Erastes facing off each other. The young English mage could feel his body starting to wear off, he was very uncertain how long he could take on this fat cockbag.
“Once I’m done with you and Rogers, I will kill every blasted shitbags who are associated with that old cunt! We have every goddamn right to use those negroes as servants. They are not humans, they are-” Erastes didn’t finished his annoying rant, as someone shot him in the back of his noggin.
Analytical looked up and saw the person who shot him.
It was Will.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 17, 2017 11:01:27 GMT 1
16th of April 2017
Will dropped the pistol, his blue eyes were widen in horror as he burted out, “Oh Christ’s mercy!”
Analytical quickly approached him, patting on his back, “It’s not your fault, Will. It’s either you or him, you don’t have a choice.”
“But… I just shot a man. This doesn’t feel right.”
“I know. Killing isn’t a good thing. Still it’s for the best. If that cunt had lived, he would do more harm in the long run.”
“Still… I hope don't take another's life ever again.”
Analytical nodded, “Agreed. Come on. Emma is waiting for you anxiously back at home.”
As they were heading out of the premise, when all of a sudden, dozen of armed men and women storm in and surrounded everyone. They were wearing a black army uniform that had silver embroidery.
“Fuck! It’s the Silver Banner!” Analytical growled.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 17, 2017 11:19:33 GMT 1
17th of April 2017
Analytical sighed. He has been grilled for God knows how long by those bucketheads. Normally he would able to lie his way out of this shitehole, but things got complicated enough he is willing own up everything.
Including Erastes’ death.
“Let me ask you again: Who killed Erastes?” A blonde Russian knight interrogated the youth.
“I did,” Analytical answered.
The knight shook her head, “I don’t believe you. How exactly you able to shoot him from behind, while you’re still standing in front of him?”
“Ever used space magic, dipshite?”
“According my men, there was no magical signature from that bullet. So it’s clear that someone else did the deed. Now, if you tell me who it is, we’ll let you go immediately.”
“Go fuck a beaver, wankstain!”
The knight gave him a disbelief look.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 19, 2017 13:37:18 GMT 1
18th of April 2017
One of the Knights opens the door and handed the Russian Knight-Lieutenant a piece of paper. He remarked, “Katya, take a look at this.”
She took one look at the statement, before thanking him and dismissing the Knight. She then slams the paper on the table and glared at Analytical.
“Your friend, Professor Rogers, has confessed his crimes. This facade is over, Lord Lovelace,” Katya stated in a stern tone.
“Shite! That bloody old fool. Why must he do this to himself?” Analytical cursed.
“Last chance to redeem yourself, before we’ll convict you of being a compliance to Rogers."
Analytical glared silently at her for a moment, before replying, "Do it."
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 19, 2017 14:59:52 GMT 1
19th of April 2017
“You shouldn’t fling your arse to the sword. The Institute needs you,” Analytical lectured the old professor.
They were both locked up in a cell together, leaning against the brick wall, somewhere below the Trinity Church.
“And you should have gotten out while you still can. Are you fully aware that you’re very close to have a life that you wanted for so long?” Will retorted.
“Fuck that shite,” Analytical countered. He continued, “We’ve been through this together, I’m not going to leave behind. Not after all this.”
They both stared at the ceiling. There was a moment of silence, before Analytical replied, “You’re aware what those Silver Arsestains are going to do to you?”
“I know. You can rest assured that it won’t hinder my abilities to look after the Institute, once they wiped out a portion of my memories,” Will replied. He added, “It has been pleasure of knowing you.”
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 19, 2017 15:11:33 GMT 1
20th of April 2017
“It’s time,” One of the Knights called out, as they open the cell.
They dragged Analytical and Will into the Tribunal room. They were facing off against a Paladin and two other Archbishops beside him.
“The Earthwatch Corps have examined the crime scene, the victim and the evidence. We’ve reach the conclusion, that Professor Rogers and the rest of the Candle Syndicate are not guilty,” the Paladin stated.
Analytical breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank fucking Christ it’s over.”
“However, Professor Rogers is an Unawaken individual, who knew too much of the magi society. He must be dealt with accordingly, due to the regulations of the Cosmic Protocol.”
“Oh fuck me,” Analytical bemoaned.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 21, 2017 3:18:01 GMT 1
21st of April 2017
“Are you all on a opium kick or some shite? Because you’re about to traumatise the mind of an innocent man!” Analytical growled.
“Professor Rogers may have not committed crimes against the tower, but his knowledge of our society could potentially be a risk to our survival. You’re already aware the fragility of the veil between this world and the higher realities, Lord Analytical. If Rogers have shared this particular knowledge to the whole world, then humanity is in danger,” The Paladin explained.
Before Analytical replied, Will intercepted, “What happens if this knowledge was shared?”
“Humanity ceased to exist, because they cannot comprehend the higher realities, to a point they lost their minds.”
There was a moment silence.
Then Will raised his hand up and said, “I swear to God and the heavens above us, that I will hide this secret from Humanity, for the greater good.”
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 22, 2017 9:15:56 GMT 1
22nd of April 2017
The Banner Knights were looking at each other, showing their uneasiness with their current task. Analytical picked up their reluctance and take advantage of the situation.
“The professor has swore to Christ! He’s willingly to save humanity by preserving this knowledge to himself on his own terms. This proves that he will not be a threat!” Analytical shouted, his voice echoed inside the chambers.
“But Mr. Rogers is known to share knowledge in the name of ‘progression’,” The Paladin retorted.
“And he’s a known abolitionist, who values all human life! Let him go!”
The Paladin and the Archbishops began to whispered among themselves for a moment, before nodding and replying to Analytical.
“By the order of the Silver Banner, Professor William Barton Rogers is exonerated. There will be no further sentences. However, you are now responsible for his deeds, either good or ill. And your crew, the Candle, must disband due to it's sordid history,” the Paladin announced.
“That’s all I ever asked, your holiness,” Analytical replied humbly.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 24, 2017 4:47:33 GMT 1
23rd of April 2017
“I don’t like this. You’re disbanding your own crew, who have supported you through thick and thin. All because of me,” Will lamented.
They were walking on their way home to the Rogers residential home.
Analytical shrug, “It’s not that bad. We’ve got a fresh start with a new name. Honestly, the Candle sounded a bit too lowbrow for an academic guild.”
“Wait, you’re allow to reform the group back together?” Will asked.
“Of course. They didn’t say anything against reforming the guild.”
“I see. Do you have any ideas what you’re going to name your new guild?”
“I don’t know. I’m shite with names. Maybe you can come up something better.”
“How about the Luminosity Institute? After all, you and your group has been the light that shines through this darkness.”
Analytical pondered for a moment, then he nodded, “That could work.”
“That settles then,” Will replied.
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