The Desolation Outpost
Angora remained stoic, fingers laced together over the desk as the arcane pedigree began yapping. They'd been barely civil throughout the whole process of reports. It seemed now their business was complete they had no need of decorum. Angora gestured subtly in revocation as the guards near the door reached for their swords, curious that the Avaticca noble hadn't.
"From the way you speak it would seem your military knew nothing of the catacombs nestled underneath the undead fortress." Not that particular catacomb no. It had become a practice used across Solmar during the warring times--according to the stories, after the enemies had taken to digging up shallow graves to pillage the corpses. Angora didn't expect the witch to care much for the history of the region, the arcane were notorious for dismissing anything they had no interest after all, but she had at least hoped it would keep them from their favourite pass-time of coming up with outlandish new theories.
"You previously said that the undead in the fort had been spreading out to take over animals due to a lack of... well humans to take over. If your original assessment is in fact correct... let me ask you something. Just how many corpses do you think are buried in that catacomb? How many great warriors? Two armies fell here... how deep do you think that catacomb goes?"
Angora withheld a sigh. "Your point, missus Eiru?"
"Black slimes. Normally one wouldn't think much of slimes. They're everywhere. Here, there, under the log outside, in the water by the port. Everywhere, slimes of all different colours. One slime you hardly ever see however are black slimes. They rarely appear in dungeons deep underground. Sure but that catacomb. I'd wager we weren't anywhere near deep enough to consider it normality of occurrences."
"I'll bet you that coin, your catacomb runs far deeper than anyone here would like to comprehend. Have you ever been to the underworld?"
Angora's brow twitched. "You do realise-" Oh arcane being of all knowledge. "I've been living in its courtyard the past two years?"
"Anyway, that's not really my issue. I'd say it's been a pleasure but I'm not fond of lying to children... Ta-raa." Angora's eyes narrowed, fingers tightening as the witch paused before leaving. "Oh and Zion your skills truly impressed me. I have a project I'd like to discuss with you later come find me at the bar when you get the chance." So civility was possible. Angora wouldn't have guessed.
A flash of light illuminated the room and the witch disappeared, silence hanging heavy in the atmosphere she left behind. Angora expected the guards would hound her about it later, but--
"When I am reinstated I shall have her hung," Tyron hissed. "Insulting one of the generals--" A seething rage coloured the Avattica's expression. He'd learned a modicum of patience it seemed, if he had sense enough to wait for the witch to leave.
"You'll put yourself in a precarious position," Angora said simply, her impassive expression showing little of her thoughts. "Her position in the Arcane house outranks mine. You won't gain allies by going against it."
"She called you a child-"
"Besides," the tips of Angora's fingers pressed together, ignoring the young noble as she leaned them against the grim set of her lips. "She makes a point, in amidst all her prattling. What lies beyond that fortress..."
Tyron's foot slammed down, cracking the cobble and the guards at the door jolted uncomfortably, unsure of who's position to take in an argument far outside their rank. "You're one of the twelve generals-!"
"Don't-" Angora said, eyes steely as she finally snapped. "-break my floors. I've had enough of the witch's spats already. I don't need another one in here lecturing me about honour."
"Don't group me in with her-!"
"Don't give me orders," she responded. Her tone fell as quickly as it rose, marking the end of the conversation more sharply than she intended. Though Tyron fumed, looking for all the world like steam would come out his ears, he turned on heel and disappeared in a flash of the waystone. The guard's snickers cut off as Angora's glanced over. Tyron's attitude wasn't new, but the whole ordeal had left her more drained than a legion of the undead. I thought I'd escape this sort of pretentious attitude when I left the capital.
Never any such luck. She was left with the third member of the party, and the only one apparently who had enough sensibility to pick up the report. Her brow furrowed when she felt a subtle pry into her mental space. Her guard had been up while the witch was around, but as she recalled the other one's use of thought speak she relaxed the barriers and let the words trickle in.
'It was an honour to assist you in any way I -- we -- could have, Commander.' The figure barely moved at all as they spoke, nothing but the scraps hanging off them to show they weren't a statue. Without any facial cues to go off it really was quite unnerving 'But I do have a request before I depart. If you could allow me a chance to speak to Meridia's brother, that would be... ' The words faded, Angora unsure what to make of the pause. '-great.'
"What reason would you have for that?" she said. She dismissed the guards with a wave, hands linking together as the iron plated doors slammed shut. She spoke quietly in the silence that followed. "Margo's body is in the clutches of an enemy spirit. While I appreciate what you've done for us-" And though he didn't strike her as the type to make requests without reason- "I don't see what business you would have with either."
Ymir"I'm standing, for now. I'm definitely going to pass out within the next five minutes and that might be a generous amount of time. Apparently, that fight took more out of me than expected."
Location: Icewall Caverns >> Guild Hall
Mentions: Blyke Luxford
Location: Icewall Caverns >> Guild Hall
Mentions: Blyke Luxford
Ymir paused her scrying into the sphere, the glow in her eyes blinking out. "...come again?"
She turned just as he pitched forwards, catching himself on the pedestal as he slid to the ground. He was a smidge out on that estimation. Ymir scurried around to check what happened, only half catching the words he grumbled to himself.
"Damn it. This is pathetic, I use something I obtained through that damn old man for once and I end up like this? The me from back then would have kept this up all day."
The 'you' from back then seems like they had a delinquent streak--she snorted, both at the familiar situation before her and the thought, we'd have gotten along for sure.
"Sorry, I didn't expect to fall behind this soon." He finally glanced up at her with a dry laugh, speaking with an edge of spite about what was perfectly acceptable condition. He hadn't grown up in the mountains, as far as she knew. "And right after I so cockily said I would just keep up."
Oh please, you took three quarters of an hour to find breakfast. She crouched down, swiping some of the snow out of his hair. "You did better than most."
"You know what to do though, leave me behind and complete the quest." Her eyes narrowed at the shaky thumbs up he gave. He looked completely harrowed, complexion pale and skin covered in patches of red. "I'll be fine."
Like I need you to tell me that. She pinched his ear, pulling on it with a scowl. "I already said that's what I'd do, didn't I? Now are you going to teleport out of here or..." She lapsed into thought, letting go of his face as she considered how that would actually go given their current luck. "On second thought, no. You'll end up in a ditch somewhere with no energy to get out and... no--just wait here." Keeping in mind her own limits she was fast approaching, she stood and brushed herself off. Leo's pain modifier was still active, so long as she could force herself through the sluggish weight on her limbs she'd be fine. Totally fine. She took a deep breath, reaching instinctively for her bag before recalling it had been frozen shut. Bloody cyclops. "I'll be back soon."
A gust of wind stirred the room with her departure. She'd return a good ten minutes later, her usual cloak and a coarse, bloodied braid of hair in hand. She'd tried to be fast about it. She was well aware how quick hypothermia could settle over a person in weakened state. Lucky for her, more so Leo, the job had been just about finished already.
"I forgot to say before, but you did well in that fight." Kneeling down she threw the heavy material over him, fastening it properly and pressing the back of her hand to his cheek. Probably the worst sign would be if his shivering had stopped, though hopefully nothing a nice warm fire wouldn't fix. We're both going to regret this so much tomorrow.
Grabbing his arm she slung it over her shoulder, lifting him up with a huff. Her final task was to grab the glass-like sphere from the pedestal, balancing it precariously as she struggled to keep everything together. At last, we're out of here.
And with a flash of light, they disappeared from the caverns once and for all.