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"Keep then in check? Not bloody likely. But I can do something better... I can refuse them. If they seek to continue this argument, I will simply walk away. To hells with it, I will say. I can make a killing in any of the major cities. I do not need this trouble. I will say no, and I will urge the rest of you to do the same. Control them? No. But I can lead. Throw your lot in with me and I'll bring you out the other side, alive and richer to boot!"

Darius nods, offering the man his hand in formal greeting. "Darius Kirisallin at your service. Rogue, Spy, some time Assassin but NEVER a religious nut!"

I did. It was getting out of hand! :P

Darius grins before flourishing his hand once more, making the vial dissapear up his sleeve once again. "Poison dear Bastion, poison!" He laughed softly, taking a breath, as if to continue, before standing, a frown crossing his face.

He turned, strolling back to the group, placing himself between the two men. "Okay. That is it. I am not going to shout or curse, I am not going to argue or get angry. No. I am going to threaten. If this does not stop now, we," He gestured to himself and the rest of the party, "are leaving!"[/b]

He gestured to Bastion to join him. "This is how it will be. You are meant to be the leaders for this little group. Not any more. Till you both get the hell over yourselves, I am in charge. Thus, what I say is law. So right at this moment, I say, shut the hells up. We are sick of listening to this. All of us!" As Vorik began to speak, Darius gestured sharply, before speaking over him. "NO! Vorik we are friends. No more I tell you. I tell you three times in fact!"

Hugh smiled and Darius rounded on him. "Master Hugh. Wipe the grin off your face. I do not know you, and you do not know me. But that is irrelevant. We are here to get things done. So you and Vorik will not speak. Savvy?" He looked between the two, before nodding in satisfaction. "Good!"

"Lets just get the hell on with it!"

Sorry for using Vorik and Hugh a little guys. Had to end the fight some how. :D FINALLY! Darius has power once more! :P

Hey I would be happy if he came over to the Six! ;)

Laughing softly, Darius nods his head in agreement. "We can all hope. Or..." He makes a small flourish with his left hand, before holding up the vial that appeared in it, to the Warforged. "Or... We can give a little liquid encouragement!" He winked, shaking the thick green liquid with a grin.

Darius nodded softly, offering the man his hand. "This has turned out to be quite the fortuitous day Master Bastion. I am glad to call you friend, that is for sure!"

Darius smiled and nodded softly. "It is not that surprising. Myself and Vorik get along well together. I do not think Tika is too fond of me though. I sense I am stepping on her toes slightly, with the role I play in the party!" He smiled before nodding.

"But you and I? Yes it does seem to be quite easy does it not? Perhaps I am just that damn charming!" He grinned, before shaking his head. "Or, more likely, we see the chance to learn, reflected in each other. Friends it is Master Bastion and friends are a beautiful thing. You watch my back and I shall watch yours!"

Darius laughs softly and nods. "Some of us are born to wage war. Take Vorik for example. He is strong, his swordarm swift and unforgiving. Then there is me. I am not particularly strong but I am fast. I make my war in the background, behind curtains and closed doors. I am sly and unforgiving. You, I believe, could learn to be a good fighter, if you find your niche!" He nodded softly.

Darius laughed softly. "I hazard to say it will most definetly not be. We all make mistakes but at the end of the day, it is how we deal with these mistakes, that determines how bad they are!"

Indeed. I tried to escape it but the conversation just fits, strange as it is. :D

Darius nodded softly, frowning for a moment. "Fighting over anything is ridiculous at the end of the day my friend. Even this fight is foolish, as it is not truly our fight. This is a fight between father and son, not between us and a Vampire. Not even between us and a nation. This is truly a ridiculous war, but here we are in the middle of it!" He nodded softly.

"At the end of the day... Fighting is foolish, but it is all that some of us know!"

"Not created by Gods hey?" Darius laughs softly. "Neither was I. I was created by my parents. And them by their parents and so on and so forth. Back to the first creation. So... In a sense, aren't the gods our parents? So far removed? Think then, of the men that created you first. They are your parents. You are their child. Perhaps not one of flesh and bone, but child none the less. Doesn't it make sense that their parents are you grandparents? Then the gods too created you, just not directly, but as directly as any of us, that is for certain!"

Darius smiles around the pipe stem, looking up at the Warforged. "I hold to the gods, but in my own ways. Vorik is the one I agree with, he worships my gods too you see, but I am not as devout as he. My gods do not require that. All they require is a little recognition now and then, that is all. Perhaps they could be your gods too, but you do not know it!" He smiled, taking another puff from the pipe, before gesturing towards a crate beside him.

"Come friend. Take the weight off your legs and let us share this day. it shall be awhile before we set off I hazard to guess!"

Sighing softly, Darius steps outside the tent, sliding his pipe from his pocket and thumbing it full of tobacco, as he takes a seat on a nearby crate. Lighting the pipe, he takes a deep puff, exhaling a small ring of smoke, while staring up in to the clear skies above.

"Damn religious nuts..."

Sighing softly, Darius shakes his head. 'Clockwork horses? What next? Clockwork peo... Oh!' Looking sideways at Bastion, Darius smiles. 'Riiight!'

"Atleast in Cyre I know I wont be burned for a heretic!" Darius whispers to Vorik as they await a greeting.

Darius sighs, pulling the bolt out of the crossbow, before storing it in a seperate quiver at his waist, one filled with ten other similarly poisoned quarrels.

Un-cocking the crossbow, he hangs it from his belt, before pulling off his gloves and hanging them beside the crossbow.

"Yay... We found them..." Sighing dramatically, he pulls a flask from his pocket, before downing a long swig and offering the flask to Vorik. "Dwarven Firewater. Good stuff. Might get a giggle out of being surrounded by the enemy!"

Laughing softly at the young Shifters guard duty on the Wizard, Darius sighs. He drops back to ride beside Vorik, leaning in with a smirk. "I think the young miss is worried we will attempt to snuff out the Flame!"

Darius nods softly, scanning left and right, keeping his eyes open. "We will see her soon, I am sure!"

He looked back at Vorik and grinned. "Always good to have a backup plan if things go wrong, hey?"

Sighing softly, Darius shakes his head before looking back at Vorik. "Cheer up Big Guy!" He slides his coat open, to reveal the crossbow aimed at Reynalds back. The crossbow is loaded and the tip of the bolt glistens with a faint greenish ooze.

Darius winks and slides the coat closed once more, before facing forward again.

Darius crouches in the saddle of the, sleek lithe black colt he had been given, making himself appear less threatening, as he takes in the men who come in to view.

'By the Six I hope I did not do anything to bother one of them in the past!'

Darius shrugs, before nodding. "Indeed. Let us head off!"

Darius chuckles softly, before bursting in to outright laughter, bending double and slapping his thigh in mirth as he fights for breath.

"From the mouth of Paladins..."

Darius frowned softly, staring at the new man for a moment, before shaking his head. 'Holy rollers...'

I wanted poisons but maybe holy water IS the way to go... Hmmm!

Add em all is my advice! :)

:O Monte Cook?! Aww man... Jealous...

Darius stares confused for a moment before shrugging. "If'n I said I'd miss ya it wouldn't mean much as we just met. So instead I will wish you good travels and better luck. Take care of yourself Distan!"

Do I have loot missing from my sheet or have we got any since the start?

"Considering the last time I spoke to someone mysterious and strange, as Krozan is, I ended up in the Dreadfort to collect Kaius, I'd say it went extremly well!" Darius smiles at the younger Rogue, before clapping Distan on the shoulder.

"Chin up Bard. We will be fine. Vorik is a powerful presence and I am sure the Bastion here has a lot of tricks up his sleeve!"

Accepting his gear back from the guards, Darius checks his blades over, before strapping them back on. "So we have time to waste it seems. We need to get some supplies, this is true, but I would love a drink. Anyone up for finding our supplies then hitting a bar?"

"Well... Sounds like a Cake walk to me. I regularly bring down whole countries after all!" Standing and bowing to Kaius, Darius faces Krozen for a moment, as if he is about to speak, before turning on his heels and walking out in to the waiting room.

'This is suicide...!'

Darius frowns softly, looking between the Outsider and Kaius.

"Well... This is going to be interesting, isn't it?"

Earlier...

Darius sweeps off the hat and jumps to his feet, laughing, clapping Vorik on the shoulder and making his introduction to the other.

"Always look for the snake in the least likely place!" He grinned at Vorik and listened intently as the man filled him in. "Well damn... I have been out of it haven't I? Well I am back in now!" Inclining his head to the Paladin, he smiled.

Taking Bastions' hand, Darius grins, rapping his knuckles sharply on the mans chest plate. "Well I'll be... A pleasure Bastion. This is a first for me. I have never had the pleasure to speak with a Warforged before. Perhaps after we are finished here yes?"

"A pleasure indeed!" Darius inclines his head to Distan with a smile.

Now...

Having been filled in on the current negotiations, Darius feels up to the meeting now. He moves in to the rooom, keeping to the back of the group, lingering in the shadows.

Slipping his hands in to his pockets, he runs his fingers over the bottles and paper packets there, cataloging the poison he has left to his name. 'Not much... If this goes south I am next than useless!'

As you enter the room, you make note of a tall willowy man sitting in the corner, his legs propped up on the table before him, crossed at the ankles. He is dressed in a pair of form fitting, light weight, black breeches and a pair of thigh high black leather boots, turned down to just above the knees. He wears a white silk shirt, beneath a long black coat, with silver scrollwork at cuffs and lapel. A wide brimmed duelist hat, with a long white feather, covers his face, behind which can only be seen a wave of glistening black curls.

Darius smiles to himself. Having disengaged from the group, some time ago, he was not sure of the welcome he was going to receive. He sat there in silence as Distan spoke, making note of the new voice amongst his old friends. It seemed much had changed in his absence. 'Much indeed...'

When Distan had finished, he spoke. "So these are the famous escapees of the Dreadfort are they? Don't seem like much to me!" he laughed softly, reaching down to scratch his calf and lossen the dagger there, by force of habit. "I had heard you had quite the dashing young Elf with you. Seems he is not part of your number now hmm?"

I fully expect someone to punch Darius! :D Good to be back!

Suitably grand entrance? Hmmm.... Maybe so! Lets see what I can cook up! :D Glad to be back!

-Cries softly to self- For a game! I still have to do spells.... -Sobs- SPELLS!!!

Cool! :D Can do!

Hahaha! I missed you all too! :D How do you want me to join back in?

-Puts up hand- And a real life meltdown too. I actually just found that email last night Monkey. Thanks for sending it. Is cool to know I got friends like you around here! :)

And thanks for trying to twist Levis arm. Hahaha! Glad to see Darius made an impression.

I will say, I am up for staying, if their is space. If not, I am cool stepping down. I was gone for months.

Well well well... How the mighty have flourished without me! -Grins- Hello all. Guess who is back in town? Finally got my connection sorted, my life straightened out and everything else in check. I am going to be around from now on so, Old Crew, looking forward to playing with you again sometime maybe. New Crew, nice to see ya'll in the game. :)

Levi, my friend, I must apologize to you personally. Damn world got the best of me for awhile. I'm happy to have gotten the opportunity to play alongside you. Thanks for that, and sorry I disappeared. See you around!

Whats the news peeps?

Aloha mi amigos! :) All good on the home front?

YES! Iz got Poison to buy!!

And Loot...? Levi you like Loot right...? :P

Grabbing your sister and the new PC's is a great idea. Also... Loot would be nice... My pockets really are a tad light! Hahaha

Did I get booted or am I still welcome? I know I am sporadic at times but that is more to do with my connection and the fact that I got home on friday and found my coumputer had died. if I have been kicked that is okay but... I do enjoy Darius. The surviving members have gotten a lot of good interaction, which is cool. Anyway... just saying my piece!

"Oh that is gratitude... I fight in your corner then you suggest I am a trouble maker? I am shocked!" Darius laughs softly and shakes his head.

"I expect his pockets are a tad light at the moment but my bets is his Estates aren't!" Darius winks at Vorik before chuckling.

Turning, he slides off in to the land ahead, crouching low, moving swiftly.

Stealth-1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Perception-1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"Lets leave the theological debate to another day yes? This is foolish. Lets just be about our business. My pockets are terribly light!" Darius grumbles softly.

Darius laughs softly and shakes his head, watching the Paladin deck the Dwarf. "Fun times ladies and gents, fun times!"

"Come now Master Vorik, why so glum? Surely it is THAT time of the year again? You know... Your bath? It must be... You are beginning to smell faintly!" Grinning, Darius pulls a length of rope from his backpack and an arrow from his quiver. Tying the arrow to the rope, he pulls his bow, which has here to remained dry, from his back and turns to face back the way he had come. Raising the bow, he sights at a solid looking strip of bank, close to where Ria and Kaius had entered, before taking a deep breath.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

I believe that is a hit yes?

Grinning, Darius slides the bow back on to his back, before grabbing the rope and gripping it tightly, setting himself as best he can.

"The bank wont hold it folks but it is the best I can do. Ill hold as long as I can if anyone needs the help!"

Action 1-The Daring

Darius takes a couple of steps back, away from the waters edge. With a grin, he darts forward and leaps, (1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30) landing lightly on the Paladins head, before kicking straight off again, (1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17).

Doubt that will get me to the far bank but still... That is why I have Action 2! :)

Action 2- The Bland

Action 2 is just action 1, but instead of the Paladin hopping, he will leap out as far in to the river as he can and begin to swim across! Your choice which happens Levi! :D

Whistling a faint tune to himself, Darius followed the man, not looking back to see whether the others did also. 'Best to just go on with this, till we have a stronger place from which to work from!'