Rea Family/Dancer/Chasing a Heretic

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Roleplay from Dancer Rea Message sent to all nobles of Thalmarkin (36 recipients) - 5 days, 18 hours, 4 minutes ago Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 1 hour, 22 minutes ago

Marcus preached on the side of the road in Zwering,

"We are all children of Obeah, she guides us and protects us"

Many people stopped by and listened, Marcus noticed a group of solider looking men walking past "Friends come, sit and listen, we have food and drink, sit and here the words of Obeah"

What a mistake he made that day.

Roleplay from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Marcus Daubeny) - 40 minutes ago

The column had been marching for too long, the men demoralized from loses to the undead roaming the region. Dancer rode his horse near the middle of the column, after the captain had insisted for his safety. A small commotion broke out in the front of the line, a ragged man in a black cassock trimmed in violet gestured from the side of the road. Dancer's eyes narrowed; his men were clearly agitated by the man's presence, several had their hands on weapons. Dancer shouldered his horse through the throng, the men falling silent as he approached.

Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 34 minutes ago Marcus became alarmed as he realised there were many more soldiers, he immediately recognised the insignia of Thalmarkin and he paled, a man rode up through the ranks to the from of the column "Ah, god Lord, I bid you and your men rest and drink, I have brought much food and ale, much more then I alone can drink"

Marcus felt a blackness surround him as the man's eyes locked with his, Marcus knew that he would not like what was about to happen, Marcus offered a disarming smile and waved at his cart which bore his promised food and drink.

Roleplay from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Marcus Daubeny) - just in Before Dancer could even begin to size the man up, one of his men spoke up.

"Sir, he speaks of the Heralds."

In an instant, Dancer's rage boiled to the surface, and his face twisted into something dark. His sword was slung near the rear of his horse, out of reach, but his ever present pack was tied to the horn of his saddle. With a shout, Dancer pulled his whip from his bag, uncoiling it with a crack that split the air.

Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 22 minutes ago

Marcus recoiled in shock as the man uncoiled his whip and cracked in the air, Marcus ran to the cart and grabbed his bag of gold and his wineskin, he then took off towards the trees.

"I take it you don't wish to discuss religion, well then I bid you good day"

Marcus turned laughed and bowed before taking off into the forest, though he quickly slowed, his wounds slowing him, in his haste his stitches came undo and he began to bleed.

Roleplay from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Marcus Daubeny) - just in

Dancer leapt from the saddle, shouting curses and orders interchangeably. His men lunged into the forest, a red and black wave crashing through he woods. Another crack split the air, and Dancer stowed his whip, cruel barbs interwoven down the length facilitating his quick movements. Dancer could feel him, like a stain on the landscape. A blank spot in the flow of magic. He didn't stop to think about this, rage consuming his every thought. Hypocrite, Heretic, Interloper, Liar. He will tear that priest limb from limb, skin him inch by inch. The forest flew by, Dancer following the Priest footstep by footstep, mirroring Marcus's moves based on the void in the magic flow. Slowly, they pulled away from the soldiers, the only sound in the forest their labored breathing.

Roleplay from Dancer Rea Message sent to all nobles of Thalmarkin (36 recipients) - 3 hours, 19 minutes ago Marcus fled, he tripped over a branch, a sharp rock cutting his palm, he tried not to make much of a noise, he stood, he fled through the forest, hearing curses, oaths and orders becoming increasingly closer, Marcus' stopped behind a tree, he cut a strip of cloth off of his cape and tied it around his hand, he breathed heavily

Marcus shouted out into the forest "I have no quarrel with you Thalmarkin, I am a simple pilgrim, nothing more"

He drew his dagger and kept running through the forest, he came to a small clearing and turned back to face the direction he was being chased from and waited.

The void came to a stop, coiling into a ball before quickly straightening and staggering forward. The trees blocked any actual view Dancer had of the man, and before he could even consider why the void had changed shape, his foot hit a branch, and he sprawled face first into the underbrush. Rage pushed him up, and forward, his quarry stopping somewhere ahead. Picking his way though the trees the old fashioned way, with what was left of his eyesight, Dancer came to the edge of a small clearing.

"I have no quarrel with you Thalmarkin, I am a simple pilgrim, nothing more"

"You Liar!" Dancer roared, shattering any semblance of peace on the clearing. He uncoiled his whip, flicking it across the intervening space in an instant. Barbs dug deep into the mans flesh, blood and gore flying through the air. The end of his whip became speckled with the priest's blood, fresh red stains accompanying the old dark brown ones. Infernal runes lit the length of his weapon, sickly red paler then normal. His hold on the infernal magics was weakened here, near the strange man. One thought managed to shoulder its way past the blinding rage. What was the man doing to the magic?

"You Liar!" Suddenly Marcus felt a flash of intense pain that caused him to scream, he put his hands to his face, Marcus clenched his fist and screamed as he rushed towards the man ducking under another whip attack, just missing him, cracking the space next to his cheek. Marcus stabbed upwards his danger plunging into the man's chest, he pushed the man back and rolled backwards in to a crouch he then look at the man "Now you'll know better then challenge a Daubeny" Marcus' bravado vanished as Marcus' realised his stitches had come completely undo, he winched and made a pained noise as blood began to leak from his torso "Damm"

Dancer staggered backwards into a tree, smashing his shoulders into rough bark. Pain flared through his midsection, hilt of a small dagger sticking out from his chest. Rage dulled the pain quickly, and Dancer shot the priest a glare that could melt steel. "A Daubeny?" Dancer's growl bordered on feral. "You know, I just met a Daubeny the other day. He wouldn't be the reason you've got that pretty necklace would he?"

Marcus looked confused, he touched his neck, the blood thick and congealed blood stuck to his finger, "Another Daubeny? Micha-, No, You're talking about Duncan, that heartless monster, I will send you to the same pit of hell as I sent him too" Marcus let forth a scream of incoherent rage as he rushed forward and slammed into the evil man, he ripped his dagger out of his chest and bludgeoned him in the side of the head with it, the closer he was the harder it would be for this madman to use his whip.

Roleplay from Dancer Rea Message sent to all nobles of Thalmarkin (36 recipients) - 3 hours, 18 minutes ago It wasn't new to Dan, being beaten, but, it had been a very long time, and his body had gotten older. It took him a few hits before he blocked out the pain, rage cooling. He did his best to parry the blows with his arms while the blows rained down, a frenzied zealotry behind each strike. Dancer took the time to calm down, and reflect on his situation. The wound in his midsection was thankfully only weeping blood, so he hadn't been hit anywhere important, but he would need a healer before long. Between strikes, he could hear his men calling out to each other, and crashing through the woods, but they were still a ways away. He would need to incapacitate the priest himself, before the priest remembered to use the pointy end of the dagger. Backed against a tree, and with the filthy heretic directly in his face, his whip was useless. Dancer narrowed his eyes, timing each blow. He tightened his grip on the whip handle, and with a grunt, punched the Priest square in what was left of his nose.

Marcus’s farseer training was discarded as he rained blow upon blow on his enemy, he realised to late he had fallen into a rhythm, the man punched Marcus is his bleeding face, he felt his nose crack, he recoil taking a step back, all the man he had pinned to the tree needed

The priest stumbled back, clutching his nose, blood oozing from his face and neck. Dancer sidestepped and backpedaled a short distance away from the priest, flicking his whip clear. "You must have done a poor job killing him then, he sent me a letter less then a day ago!" The whip cracked across the intervening space again, slashing across the priest's chest, barbs ripping through cassock like serrated knives. From the trees, some of Dancer's unit marched into the clearing. Dancer's wolfish grin made its appearance, manically stretching across his face. "Surrender peacefully, Priest Daubeny. I'll even let you survive so you can witness Thalmarkin's dungeons. I'm sure Athena will be able to get a lot of useful information from you."

Marcus breathed deeply, he closed his eyes and when he opened them they shined a golden glow, Marcus felt a hit burning pain as golden light bathed the clearing, it scorched the earth, turning all it touched to ash, screams of men was heard as soldiers disappeared and limbs caught in the light, when the light faded the clearing was black and dead, Marcus’ knees buckled and he fell, he stood back up and saw the man still lived he paled and began to flee back towards Keffa, leaving the dead clearing behind him