Fantasy The Chronicles of the Ebon Embers

[ShakinMcBacon]

Faldtis' eyebrow shot up as Eskil spoke, but he regained his composure after the slightly suggestive ramble was over.

"I think you've had enough to drink, friend,"

Faldtis saw Eskil beckon for the girl in black to sit with them, and when she did so, Faldtis spoke.

"You look bagged. Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, taking in her obviously weary appearance, and noted with interest the sabre at her side and the long, wrapped object she held carefully. A staff? Perhaps, as Faldtis couldn't think of anything else of that shape. But why cover it up? He figured it wasn't in his best interest to ask.

Pryno Demonsoul

 

[Pryno]

At the remark of Faldtis, Eskil lowered his head and sighed.

- Yeaaaah, you’re probably right.

And then he served himself one last mug. With a glass of water. He knew that there would be a tomorrow morning, after all.

- You want one too?

While the girl in black took a seat, he had the occasion to take a closer look at her. And she looked really tired.

- Geez, gal, are you all right? You look like a zombie. Trust me, I know what they are like.

The « no filter mode » was activated. He had a worried look on his face, which turned into surprise when she asked him what a dragonborn was doing here. He took a sip of his ale.

- Trust me when I say that whatever you know about dragonborns, that’s probably more than I know.

His tone was neutral, exempt of sadness or regrets.

- Light clothing, a cloak, a long object that could be a stick...er, a staff...mage?

 

[Demonsoul]

"I'll take you up on the offer of a drink. I'm fine I just got medicine to help me sleep from a good pharmacist."

Arelia replied to the both of them. She then rubbed her tired eyes and laid her wrapped object against the table. At the mention of the word mage she groaned in acnologment.

"Yes, I am a mage, though I'm disappointed in myself for not honing my skills in the proper arcane. I keep my staff hidden due to the unsavory appearance of it. I don't want to scare of children who I put shows on for after all, its my only source of income at the moment."
Pryno ShakinMcBacon

 

[ShakinMcBacon]

Faldtis motioned for two more drinks as he listened, and slid the barmaid the necessary coins with a small sigh.

"Well, what arcane do you specialise in then? And can we see the staff?" Faltdis asked, the latter with a sly smile. He didn't know how much he had drank so far, but he was conscious enough to know he should probably stop, if not for his own well-being but his wallet as well.

 

[Demonsoul]

Arelia took a large gulp of the drink set before her. She whispered what she said next

"As much as I regret it, Necromancy."

She partially unwrapped the staff so the two people she was with could see the canine skulls that adorned the top the staff. She quickly recovered the staff after they saw it. She then drank another big gulp and breathed out a sigh of relief.

"For once I get to drink some decent alcohol rather than from the bottom shelf."

She released a small chuckle, her face now with a light smile.

 

[Pryno]

- Oh. I see.

Necromancy. The most forbidden magic that existed. Well, maybe not, considering that goetia was even worse, but still. This manipulation of dark energy allowed his users to irrespectfully disturb the sleep of the dead, to manipulate one’s soul and other rituals so dangerous that the public was not allowed to know their very existence.

Faldtis had still not responded. Maybe that it was the shock. Maybe the fear. While Eskil had never properly trained his own powers, he knew that this grim discipline required some serious studies and control, which meant that those that engaged in this path knew that there was no turning back. He stayed silent a moment, then fixed Arelia.

- I have a question for ya. Answer seriously.

A serious expression was on his face. He looked at her dead in the eye.

- Can you raise an army of dead fish?

There was no logical explanation behind this sentence, except that it was the coolest thing to do in a fishermen village late at night.

 

[Demonsoul]

Arelia had a joyful laugh at the request to raise fish as the first response to such a taboo. She quickly went back to being serious. She took a careful long sip of her drink and placed a hand on the table to keep her balance as she leaned in a little bit more.

"I'm not the strongest necromancer so the best I could do is 300 fish, for a minute. I could do it for longer by reducing the number of the fish, for example 50 for 6 minutes."

She did not expect such a response to her revealing what some would consider the most taboo, after all it disturbs the rest of those deceased. But she answer seriously to such a wild response, she had a feeling she would end up as good friends with this dragonborn. She noted the lute the dragonborn had but decided to hold off on making a comment.
Pryno

 

[ShakinMcBacon]

Faldtis was shocked at first, but chose to show it only through his silence. Necromancy to him was something always whispered about, but never seen. Eskil's suggestions caused a mischievous grin to appear on his face.

"Heh, an army of fish...in a fishing village...I'm in," His drunkenness was to far-gone to allow any reason influence his judgement, and he decided that his evening was about to get much more eventful. "There's buckets of 'em down by the docks, before they're gutted,"

 

[Pryno]

Yes, he knew it was not a normal reaction. Who cared? Magic is magic. If you can manipulate it without hurting others while making a useful use out of it, than why the heck should it be forbidden?

The dragonborn made quick calculations. There was enough time to break avoc, if there wasn’t too many fish. Goats could be cooler (it’s a classic) but an army of fish? He was too drunk to know the difference, or tell why it was a bad idea. He looked sheepily at Faldtis and Arelia, a crazy spark in the eyes.

- Let’s raise some sushi from the abyss of death.

Pepper got up, marching to the docks.

ShakinMcBacon Demonsoul

 

[Archdemon]

Fen'Harel De Levillia
Alias: Fenris
Location: The Drunken Whale

Fen'Harel was getting very annoyed at the bird pecking at his back, so much so he tried to shoo it away with a couple of hand waves. Yet it continued, and he grew more irritable and more angry as time went on, clearly this bird was singling him out, he got that from the first few pecks. So its owner was specifically looking for this elf, or maybe another one. Who knows, all Fen'Harel knew was that this was pissing him off. Finally he had enough, he slammed his drink down, spilling some of its contents and raised his voice loudly.

"Whoevers Bird this is, please take them away before it gets hurt. I'm trying to drink in peace here!"

Bakuyoshi Pryno Zane ShakinMcBacon Demonsoul FireMaiden The Fluffiest Floof Slim Intoxicado Rexcaliburr

 

[Rexcaliburr]

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LAZAROS ARTEM

「mercenary ∙ hunter ∙ animal enthusiast 」

Athena eyed the other bird annoying some guy with curiosity, and had to fight every instinct to join in. A shame however, that Athena was no match to instinct and launched off Lazaros's shoulder into the mess.

Lazaros had been so distracted he didn't notice Athena fly off and start picking at someone until the gyrfalcon's target reacted with an annoyed threat. He left the wall finally, approaching and whistling to summon Athena back. "Bad girl," He muttered to Athena, before turning his attention to Fen'Harel. "Sorry about that, she has a thing with people she finds important, and is a bit of a copycat," He muttered, eyeing the other bird.

Archdemon

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[Demonsoul]

Arelia continued drinking as the dragonborn left. Although, she drank at a much faster rate rather than savoring. Arelia whispered to herself.

"Fish, huh."

She released a small chuckle and downed the rest of her drink. She took one last look at the bar around her, two birds flying around inside. Arelia placed a hand on her forehead from the absurdity of it. She grabbed her staff wrapped in cloth and walked at a brisk pace out the door and towards the dock. She then entered a small jog to catch up to the dragonborn she still didn't know the name of. As she entered the dock she looked around at the many barrels and crates of fish. She had no idea of how to control fish but she would at least make them flop around. Attempting such an unusual host to her magic would be good practice anyhow.
Pryno ShakinMcBacon

 

[Slim Intoxicado]

Shaking his head as all of the commotion died down, Reid stood up, a bit sick and tired of looking all around for the person he was, well, looking for.

"ALRIGHT!" He shouted, standing up on his stool. "WHO MADE THIS?" He asked, holding up the poster for mercenary work. He looked around to see if anyone would answer him.

 

[ShakinMcBacon]

Faldtis got up unsteadily before following Eskil out. He heard a few shouts in the tavern, but his focus was otherwise elsewhere.

"Let's go find some fish,"

Coming out of the tavern, the sun was setting as the fishermen brought in their catches. There was still a process of gutting, so the buckets of fish were lined up on the dock before meeting the filleting knife. Acting as casually as he could in his tipsy state, Faldtis found a particularly large cluster of buckets. He waved to Eskil and Arelia.

"Oi! Over here!"

Pryno Demonsoul

 

[Pryno]

Eskil made some bad decisions in his life. However, this was a first. He had never been at the head of a fish army before. Ouh, should he make a flag? Every army had a flag.

Yes, he was pretty wasted.

Anyway, Faldtis found the fish, and Arelia was ready to start. So many possibilities...should they make the fish enter into homes and drop themselves in plates? Make a dance at the center of the village? Invade the tavern and declare that it was their new kingdom? The dragonborn peeked at Arelia. This situation was probably not one she was used with.

- Maybe we should try with one fish, to see what we can do. And then add more fish. And more fish. And more...fine, I will stop.

ShakinMcBacon Demonsoul

 

[Demonsoul]

Arelia looked at the fish Faldtis pointed out. She then waited patiently for the fishermen to leave.

"I'm not sure quite how to control fish out of water so I can't do anything too complex, but I can at least put on a bit of a show."

Arelia unwrapped her staff the canine skulls seeming to laugh in the night air. Green light began extending out of the canine mouth and wrapping around Arelia. She placed the staff in her left hand as her right hand began to slowly lift. From her satchel a large tome surrounded in green light began to float in front of her.

Death, the final road. The truth that I resist. I command those that have fallen. And those that have tasted their final breath.

Green light that wrapped around her began expanding. It became large but remained dim. Green ethereal tendrils began heading towards the barrels of fish causing the barrels to glow.

To give those at the end of their path another chance, I summon thee. For I am a necromancer, one who defies the truth of the world: Death. I use my power to unleash these cadavers.

ANIMATE DEAD

From the barrels fish began hopping about. It was like the fish gained another breath to restore life into them letting them move once more. Their random pattern grew and grew until hundreds of fish were splashing about on the dry land. It seemed like a crazy sight but it was more unnerving than anything. The fish despite their movement clearly lacked breath and had the clouded eyes of a corpse. The whole dock was covered with fish flopping. Arelia stood there directing them with her hands and staff. After one minute all the fish stopped moving and lay there covering the dock. Arelia wobbled on her feet clearly exhausted (more so than usual) from commanding so many fish.

 

[ShakinMcBacon]

Faldtis watched as the eerie green light seemed to mist about Arelia. Despite his drunken stupor, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine as he watched the foul magic work. As the resurrected fish began to grow in volume, the small group of fishermen still on the dock recoiled with startled shouts, some even beating some of the fish back to death with their short cudgels. The spectacle lasted for only a moment before at once the fish fell still once more. Seeing Arelia clearly dizzy from the mental exertion, he grabbed her arm lightly to steady her.

"Woah, let's take it easy," Faldtis said, uncertain. Of course it had seemed so much grander of an idea before, but what did he expect from a bunch of fish? "Well, that was...fun?" He looked at Eskil for confirmation, trying to lighten the mood that seemed to turn foul so quickly. He understood now why Arelia seemed guilty about her studies; it wasn't exactly an entertaining magic to behold.

 

[Pryno]

This day, which looked at first glance pretty similar to all those of the job-hunting periods, was more and more discernable from the others. First, he met two folks with whom he connected. He had a bunch of friends, but these two were...different. There was a feeling in his guts that he could not explain. And then, Pepper found himself speechless. That was a first. Or was it? Too long ago to remember, in that case. The moment (which was pretty intense especially with the theme song despite its short duration) left a cold in the air. The deck was reflecting the moonlight, a gleam on hundred of silver scales.

There were witnesses. A strange spirit spilled from their essence, a blend of primal fear, morbid fascination, confusion and fight-or-flight reaction. To avoid to be burned at the pyre (which would be pretty ironic), he accomplished his speciality: let stupid stuff come out of his mouth. He adressed himself to the villagers (there wasn’t a lot of them. The deck was pretty empty at this hour).

- You can move along, there is nothing fishy going around here. No need to look at us with these googly eyes. Cod you please move along? No need to be afraid, reely. We are pacifisht! For-tuna-tly, we can all forget about what just happened.

The fishermen just fled. Either he confused them even more or they were coming with backups.

- We should probably dispose of the evidences. I don’t think they will eat it after that, anyway.

Conveniently, they were near the fish’s habitat, the water, which would prevent an accident to happen when he would dispose of the fish. He just dropped them in a big pile on the river, which floated and formed a tiny disgusting island. The dragonborn indicated that he should not be disturbed, breathed deeply and cleared his thoughts. He called on the wrathful energy in his blood.

- Disappear.

The isle then gave birth to a spark, which turned into a fiery flame. It chared and sizzled and burned until all that was left was a pile of dust. The flow set it apart.

He turned to Faldtis and Arelia, a flame still in his eyes. But instead of destructive, the light of his iris became comforting and warm.

- They will probably come back. I suggest we go back to the tavern, pay for a night, take a hot bath and hit the sack. Especially you, gal.

ShakinMcBacon Demonsoul

 

[ShakinMcBacon]

First he saw necromancy in action, now his new scaly friend could summon fire? Perhaps it was the drink, Faldtis thought, or perhaps he was simply hallucinating. Whatever the reason, he could tell that his new friend had a few secrets of his own. Realizing his hand was still on Arelia's arm, he let go hastily. He nodded when he heard Eskil's proposition.

"I agree, I think I've had enough for tonight," He said, then took one last look at the clump of dust that now dissipated and drifted away in the moonlit water. "Well, I'll see you all in the morning, then,"

With that, he returned to the tavern with haste, feeling rather sober after the night's events. Thankfully his crossbow and pack were where he left them, and he collected them up before paying for a night in the stables, being unable to afford a proper room with the meagre sum he had left. Patting an old swaybacked mare briefly, he dropped his pack in the corner of the stable, then settled down in the hay, wrapping his cloak around him. He laid for a few moments, then drifted off to sleep.

 

[Demonsoul]

Arelia was tired after using so much power. It had been quite a while since she last raised so many corpses. She disapproved of the burning of the fish as it was destroying the efforts of the fishermen, even after necromancy the fish were fine for eating. Although she disapproved she remained quiet and wrapped her staff back up. As the others left she checked her coin purse. 8 copper remained after the drinking she had done, not enough for room at the inn.

"Guess I should go back to the alleyway."

She muttered to herself. The alleyway was cold but she had a cloak to keep herself warm. She took the medicine for a deep sleep. She was to tired to care about getting robbed, besides she didn't have much. Her saber would be hard to remove without waking her up. Her spell book was essentially incomprehensible to anyone else. Her Staff she kept under her to prevent it from being stolen. This would be the first full sleep in 4 days. She would relish in it.

 

[Zane]

Grey shook her head at Ikasia, she had not heard anything about any jobs coming to the area. Though being the doctor, it was usually in her nature to hear about these kinds of things after when someone comes in needing treatment. She let out a sigh, the alcohol lining her breath. Taking up her glass she began to sip at it hesitating when Ikasia told her that a hungover medic was less useful. Her lips curled at the edge of the glass into a mild smile. “I could treat these buffoons with a concussion and one hand tied behind my back.” She boasted, a bitterness rang in the statement though. “the most interesting thing I get to do anymore is set broken bones.” Disappointment was apparent.

Perks of a less dangerous life? Grey was almost offended. She knew that Ikasia meant nothing by it, but Grey resented the “perks” of her life. She had no desire to die, but since her band hand been annihilated leaving her as one of the only survivors. All because they insisted upon her safety. Her eyes narrowed a bit while she stared at her glass. She pursed her lips for a moment letting go of what Ikasia said. After all, Ikasia was one of the most interesting things in her life. She took another deep drink from her glass exhaling her bitterness out she relaxed a bit looking back to Ikasia.

She stared at Ikasia while she spoke. For such a seasoned warrior she was elegant, beautiful even. Not that a warrior could not be beautiful, but she was certainly the most mysteriously magnetic ones Grey had met. “You say those things are behind you, but those with keen eyes can see you for what you are, Ikasia.” Grey said giving a very rare full smile to her drinking partner.

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