The Story of Aldurin - IC Thread

Anaxileah · Feb 1, 2017

||Eleanah Mistwood||

All of it was terrifying. Despite the peaceful voyage she had on her way to Landfall from Skyshard, smuggled in one of several baskets of fruit being traded from the faeries to the humans, the moment her foot touched the ground she found her small body in the clutches of over-sized, meaty, sweaty hands attached to a human male with an equally large and slimy appearance. Her first thought was, however, related to the welfare of the goods, rather than her own safety. We grow exotic and unique delicacies for everyone to enjoy and these are the kind of humans entrusted with the care of our most precious foods? Disgusting... Her nose wrinkled in distaste towards the male and the large blue orbs that made up her irises and pupils observed the human who held her, the faerie female feeling more squeamish the longer she looked at him and all of his repulsive attributes. Not wanting to look at him a moment longer, she sighed and turned into water, wiping the impish grin off the middle-aged man's face as she fell to the ground. He shouted angrily in response as the water materialized into the faerie the man had seen just a second prior, but she ignored his loud yell and dodged his attempts to grab her once more, her web-like wings carrying her into the air and allowing her to glide just out of reach.

As she flew higher into the sky, away from the grasp of the sloppy humans, she thought about which direction she should head and where she should start. Her mission was, after all, to begin a new adventure in the land of the humans and any other species that resided there, so she headed in the direction that the traders were going, but at a considerably safe distance and at a faster speed (although even a snail would be faster than the obnoxious human overflowing his clothing). She soon reached the town of trade, and just outside it, in the cover of the trees, she switched from her Pixie form into her Human form, growing from one size to another. Her wings folded into her back and dissolved against her skin, as did her armor. Replaced by her armor was a long dress decorated by dew, showing her bare back and her arms with none of the markings that defined her as a faerie. Her pointed ears could detect the noise of interaction within the town and brought her spirits up, despite her last encounter with humans. Sadly, since her ears were so trained on the town and her racing heartbeat, the Cultists behind her caught her off guard. Even though the female brought out her weapon and fought back against the Cultists who tried apprehending her, they succeeded and knocked her unconscious, battered and bruised.

The prison was cold, damp, and dark, not to mention crowded. It made the injured female uncomfortable and frightened, so as soon as she roused she shrunk in size to her Pixie form, terrified of what else would happen. She didn't know how long she'd been there or who had kidnapped her, nor why. The others who shared the cell with her appeared to be in the same boat, but the small faerie made no attempt to interact with them out of fear. She kept quiet and hidden in the shadows of the dungeons they were held, watching the others and listening to the Cultists as they came and left. When the opportunity arose for escape, the faerie quickly flew with what little energy she had and entered the pocket of one of the other prisoners, the man who radiated darkness and smelled of blood, too exhausted to be of aid to those in the fight with the Cultist guarding their only exit. After that, things...became fuzzy. She couldn't stay awake any longer and dozed off in the man's pocket, her consciousness slipping.

It didn't take long for the brunette to awaken, but when she did she had forgotten what had occurred and wasn't familiar with her surroundings. She heard cries of pain as she faded in and out of sleep, then a voice that sounded upbeat before another that sounded musical - anything else was muffled by her grogginess - but when she fully jerked awake, she began to panic. When a hand reached into the small area enclosed by cloth, meaning to grab at something in the pocket, possibly her, she made a small noise and summoned her blade, piercing the tip of the finger closest to her in defense. However, after the male's hand retracted in surprise, he looked down at her and immediately took caution. The faerie regretted her actions not a minute after she stabbed the man's finger, so she flew out of his pocket with the little energy she had regained and hovered in front of him as he and two others were walking.

"I...I apologize for c-causing harm to you." The small female managed to stammer, her thin, dew-covered wings fluttering faintly as she tried to stay upright and in the man's point of view. "My name is Eleanah, and I was in the dungeon along with you and t-the others. I was too weak to help, and in this form...I wouldn't have made an impact on that m-man with the magical weapon." The female inhaled slowly and could feel her wings losing energy, but she didn't want to make a bad impression on the others and held her own, smiling weakly at the three of them. "N-nice to meet you. Could someone help me figure out what's going on?"

Addressed: @shadowz1995 @Cass The Mad @CarpeNoctem1213 | Mentioned: Same as Addressed | Status: (Before Capture) Travelling to Landfall -> Getting Captured (After Capture) Flying into Ether's Pocket -> Waking Up and Flying OUT of Ether's Pocket to Talk | Mood: (Before Capture) Disgusted/Surprised (After Capture) Confused/Exhausted/Curious | Location: (Before Capture) Skyshard Shipment -> Forest Outside Dunheim (After Capture) Ether's Pocket owo | Inventory: Armor and Rapier (only the weapon is exposed) | Notes: I feel like shit. So I posted shit. *thumbs up*

shadowz1995 · Feb 2, 2017

Well, that's to be expected.

It was a bit of a no brainer that the small dragon had heard him during his little feeding session but with all of her dragon wisdom, she seemed to HIGHLY underestimate the thirst of a vampire. Particularly an elder one, who needs even more blood just to function properly. Then again, it was no surprise she didn't know. It wasn't exactly easy to explain and even if there was a vampire alive who would, it would pretty much impossible to understand. To sympathize would be like asking a blind man to see. Ether understood and merely nodded his head at her clear distaste but at her mention of his inability to keep his thirst in check despite his age, he couldn't help but crack a smile. "You aren't a very old dragon are you? Vampires get MORE thirsty and require more blood as they age. It's required to maintain the strength that comes with the experience. The more powerful a vampire becomes, the more blood he needs, and the thirstier he/she becomes.So before you go rattling off about my issues, How about you wait a few more centuries and actually bother to learn about vampires before you judge them. Alright drakeling."

It wasn't said in an insulting fashion but rather, a condescending, sarcastic one. It wasn't easy to insult the elder vampire. He had endured more than a few centuries of insults and prejudice. He never blamed people for their hatred of vampires despite not bothering to try and understand. After all, most vampires WERE evil but Ether liked to chalk it up to the fact that it's not like the world allowed them to be otherwise. It was a role that was pretty much forced onto them. Most creatures of darkness fell into the same category. Sentient and capable of free will but forced into the role that the "Light walkers" assigned to them.

Only other ancients, such as ancient dragons, ever treated elder vampires with respect. After all, it wasn't easy surviving for so long when the whole world literally wanted you dead. Even most of your own kind if you weren't in their little circles.

Still, this pygmy drake must have thought that Ether was born yesterday. Maybe while he was starved, but after he had just fed? He was back to 100% and that meant that the slightest fluctuations in magic could be picked up by his vampiric senses. That meant that the little golden dragon's attack most certainly did not go unnoticed. While the drake charged the fire, Ether used one of his mother's rings to slice the inside of his left middle finger. He used his own blood to create a quick shield of blood on where the small flame attack would have touched his person. The flame instead burned the blood away to red vapor and disappeared into thin air along with the blood it burned. Ether chuckled and shook his head at the attempt. 100 years too early if you think you can get the drop on me at full strength little dragon

The ancient undead bowed his head lightly to the elf that joined their ranks and gave him a kind smile, "Good to know I'm not the only one that knows how to play the political game. I was beginning to think I was going to have to do this on my own after all." He said with a small laugh.

Now.....What in the devil is this littl- OW!

Ether had sensed some type of magical energy on his person. It was foreign, not his own and it had been around since the dungeons. At the moment, Ether had been far too tired to attempt to figure out what it was but now that he had the chance and was sensing things more acutely, he tried to figure out what it was. Clearly, it was something alive if it stabbed him in the finger.

Still, that meant he had a live being in his pocket and he should probably treat it carefully.

Sure enough, a small fairy zipped out of his cloak and began to hover before him. The little pixie began apologizing for hurting him and Ether couldn't resist a laugh. "You should be ashamed dragon. A small pixie managed to do more damage to me then your holy flame. And she is exhausted too so no excuses." He taunted before cupping his hands and letting the exhausted creature stand/sit in his palms. She looked as if she was going to pass out at any moment by the way she was flying. She kept fluctuating and was slowly losing altitude. The vampire decided to let her climb aboard wherever she felt most comfortable and began answering her question, "Well, my valiant pixie maiden, we escaped the dungeon, rallied together, decided to split up and find a way to gather resources to combat the cultists that kidnapped us, by the way, we are in the city of angels." Ether paused as he said that all in one breath and made sure she was still with him before continuing, "Most of the group went to recruit allies in the underbelly of the city while we decided to take the high route and go after the nobility and wealthy."

"Besides that, you haven't missed much. The ice elf over there just joined us, the small dragon is mad because she's small, and I'm a vampire. The cultists had starved me for weeks and when I finally got to eat, I blacked out and sadly some people were casualties. I'm a decent person Eleanah but I don't deny what I am. I don't think anyone should. So, if you feel as the drakeling does, you may ride with the Elf. Otherwise, You can stay with me. If you'd like I've got many stories to tell. Fairies like hearing tales of adventure and what not no?"

The blood mage stated all of this with a kind, fanged, smile and meant well. The pixies he had met indeed loved stories. Though to be fair, he hadn't met all that many. They tended to steer clear of creatures of darkness like Ether but they didn't condemn darkness. They just steered clear. Similar to how one avoids a snake coiled in the dirt. Respect it and it will leave you alone. It was honestly a breath of fresh air when Ether spoke with these creatures. The obvious lack of disgust or scorn in their voices was a welcome joy.

@Anaxileah

@CarpeNoctem1213

@Cass The Mad

Anaxileah · Feb 2, 2017

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Addressed: @Federoff | Mentioned: @Alstromeria @Federoff @Javax | Status: Talking to ??? | Mood: Intrigued/Grateful | Location: Dunheim | Inventory: Bow & 20 Poison-Tipped Arrows, Light Armor, and Satchel (full of bandage strips, empty vials, and vials of various poisons with their antidotes) | Notes: Am too lazy to make it longer. xD

The reptilian hybrid frowned slightly, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked between the wolf-elf and the bear-man, aware that she hadn't made much of an impact on Roxii's behavior. Wylloh's lips pressed into a tight line and she turned from Roxii to look at Riktos, who had acknowledged what was going on in a carefree manner, as opposed to Roxii's skepticism. The green-haired woman sighed and followed Riktos, the small frown remaining on her angular face as her boots thudded softly against the dirt ground that was worn by many pairs of feet beside her own. Riktos was finishing the apples he was given, and Wylloh finished the stew that had appeared in her palms with great appreciation. However, not a moment after they had walked some more, their giver appeared.

He appeared young and wore clothing that indicated long-time use, except for a hat atop his dirty blond hair made of metal with a long leather brim, which appeared to be slightly bent out of shape, but still in a reliable state. A canteen hung across his torso from his shoulder to his chest, swelling with what appeared to be water. The wolf-elf had ignored the orchids that the male tried handing to her once more but snatched the apple out of his grasp, allowing him to proceed to offer everyone water from the canteen. Wylloh furrowed her eyebrows once more and considered taking his offer, but she listened to Roxii and considered what she said as well. With a smile, she turned to the generous and mysterious stranger and spoke softly, her ears listening as Riktos and Roxii continued on.

"I appreciate your gifts, stranger, but we faced a danger not too long ago and we must avoid any further contact with it. Roxii is correct - we must continue, and we have a job to perform. You are welcome to join, of course. What should we call you?" Wylloh spoke politely to the boy who wasn't, her hand outstretched in greeting. She was familiar with greeting others by grabbing their forearm, but this male's customs might be different, so she hesitated momentarily. Nonetheless, she gave him a warm smile that didn't reach her eyes entirely, but still showed kindness.

Alstromeria · Feb 2, 2017

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Riktos laughed loudly at Roxii's behavior, especially when he realized that was happening. He wiped the side of his mouth with a fist again, smiling broadly. He accepted the water when the man held it out to him, tipping it back and taking a few swallows. Riktos handed the waterskin to its owner, and clapped him on the back. "Trust me my friend, the way to that womans heart is not with flowers."

[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]He stood back again and watched as Wylloh and the newcomer interacted. Roxxi scowled from under her hood, her ears flicking this way and that. She was still cynical of the man and his motives, reguardless of logic that presented itself. The man had the ability to remain unseen. Now that the hulking mass that had just eaten its apples examined the figure more closely, he saw that he had a youthful appearance. The man couldn't be that by much, the lad seemed to be barely eighteen. Less than that, Riktos mused, his chin didn't even have a trace of hair on it. To the Beorning, the newcomer looked to be fourteen years of age, but then again, everyone under five and a half feet without chin hair or an air of danger was to him. [/COLOR]

[SIZE= 14px]Anyways, the man was alone. He'd helped them. He'd fed them, and the less hungry Riktos was, the happier he would be. Between the square half foot of tree bark and the three apples, he was moderately happy. If the boy wanted to harm him, he'd likely be the first target, with a kinfe stuck in the back of his neck, taking out him first would make the others relatively vunerable. Given that this wasn't the case added to Riktos's good humor, and also the boys aura of innocence. He did mention danger, but the bear won out and dissmissed the word as just another noise. "Eh, we'll be fine," He grunted, glancing at a nearby wanted poster, then grabbing it with a large hand and stuffing it into his pocket for further reference, [/SIZE]"I'm not sure who's side we're supposed to be on here, but kiddo's with us."[COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 0)] [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]The beorning's boots began making louder noises, and Riktos winced, realizing they had finally come within reach of the den as the round stones in the roads became flat. He reguarded the area around him with a bit of caution, then looked to the boy for direction. After all, he did appear to know his way around better than anyone else, and Roxii didn't seem to like leading the group around like a mother dog sheltering her pups.[/COLOR]

Morgrim · Feb 3, 2017

Mentions: @Javax, @Anaxileah, @Alstromeria, @Federoff

Mood: N/A

Status: N/A

Location: Dunheim Underground - The Den - Main Operations

For a good solid moment the shifty faced guard had believed that all three of them had gone insane. The wolf-girl was talking to seemingly no one, and was barking mad, like a dog on the end of it's leash. The reptile-girl was there to try and calm Roxii down, something he was surprised by since for some unknown reason he had imagined Wylloh to be cold-blooded about the entire situation. Point being the guard would have slowly slipped around a corner and be on his way, but he had a contract to fulfill, and by damn he would. Just as he was about to raise his voice and speak up a person appeared out of thin air with gifts and smiles. He was an odd one, even by Aldurian standards, appearing in the blink of an eye and giving gifts to strangers was usually the tell tale signs of a charming assassin trying to poison someone, but this was not the case. Just seconds later the guard had felt insulted as the three travelers had all received a present, and the guard received nothing. He crossed his arms and pouted, but still would get nothing, so with a quiet rage in his demeanor he gathered the attention of the now four others. "Look-y 'ere you three, I've got a tight schedule to keep, and I can't take a pit stop every time some weird man child hands you flowers, now get a move on, the master is waiting to see you, and I assure you it is very important, now come on. Left! Right! Left! Right!" He said making a childish marching motion, before proceeding to actually move forward. Thankfully since they were already in the Den now they were only five minutes of walking distance away from the desired location, and whenever they slack behind he was sure to shout at them to hurry up.

When they did make it into the motherbase of the Den it was a dimly lit area, but huge and cavernous. The entire area was shaped like a huge underground dome filled with cheap creaky furniture. There was also some training equipment, and papers and maps scattered everywhere with no reason or rhyme as to their location, but they each seemed to serve a purpose. In the center of the entire area there was a huge circular table, and a man looming over them, he was dressed in an elegant outfit of leather trimmed with silver. He also wore a hood and cape. The guard had escorted them over, and as he was about to speak, but the hooded man rose a hand and directed him to leave without uttering a word. He looked up, and it could be seen he had also been wearing a mask.

Imagine this mask, but with the eye pieces covered with black cloth

There was no way the man could see with the mask on, nor anyway of identifying what he may look like, but nonetheless he was aware of their presence. "Allow me to be the first to say I am very grateful for you to be here, I must admit I am surprised to not see you with your other friends, but nevertheless. I am especially happy to see you as well Roxii, or should I say 'Shadow'?" He directed his hand over a wanted poster on the large rectangular table he was hunched over. Among a dozen other posters was a drawing of Roxii in charcoal, with the title 'Nightmare' over it in bold letters with the words 'wanted dead' under a very large 75,000 bounty. There was nothing saying she was wanted alive. still though it didn't explain how he knew her real name as most people didn't, usually they ended up dead before they had a chance to remember it, let alone learn it. "It's amazing how you got out of that hellhole, but sad that you had to trade one nightmare for another, but I am getting ahead of myself, I have a very special request of you all." He said now straightening his posture, and stepping forward as if now addressing the four of them formally. "I need your help, believe it or not this city is at war with itself, and with the cultist threat looming so near now is the time for proper action. Our enemy is the Witch queen known as Pandora. She is dangling control of this city in front of our noses, and until we can take out her coven, and then ultimately her this city and everyone in it as in terrible danger." He spoke with a certain level of desperation, and until now something about him other then his name was hidden. As his voice raised, so did a sense only Roxii could feel, a presence of darkness, but not evil, no. More like tendrils of smoke that reach out and clash with her own, a power over the shadow realm, and his control of it was incredibly strong.

"I implore you to join me, and take the fight to Pandora. I understand this must be a difficult choice, but please she will destroy everything. That witch see's us all as only puppets and pawns, and when their usefulness to her is at an end she will kill them. You would be no different to her, so please go back to your friends and convince them of this. I know this must be a difficult choice, but talk among yourselves and come to a conclusion. Meet back here tomorrow at noon with your final answer. I will be waiting."He turned his back as if to leave, but stopped, and though it could never be seen he smirked. "Oh and Roxii I don't know if you know what day it is, but happy birthday." He then walked off. After that he seemed all the more fitting and appropriate she would receive those flowers.

(I apologize for any odd spacing in between sentences, right now my keyboard, or Rpn in general is being weird with the text boxes.)

CarpeNoctem1213 · Feb 4, 2017

||Tags:|| @shadowz1995 @Cass The Mad @Anaxileah
||Location:|| Dunheim streets
||Status:|| Weak, but steady
||Mood:|| Curious, grateful
||Notes:|| sgiathatch: dragon
amin arwen: "my lady"
alu shee: water faerie
guina: undead
Health:

[SIZE= 16px]Dakul watches the other two argue, his expression quizzical, but revealing nothing else. Clearly the vampire had just gone on a killing spree to sate his thirst. Dakul is uncomfortable by the thought of their group spreading chaos as soon as they arrive in town, but he can't really blame the elder vampire, his college employs an ancient vampire as one of the professors, and she has to leave the grounds regularly to feed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 16px]While he's lost in thought, an uncomfortably warm presence lands on his shoulder, causing his ice magic to flair up instinctively and coat the area under the tiny dragon with a layer of frost to keep the heat from his skin. Her heat wouldn't hurt him, but it was definitely uncomfortable, and he can't imagine his own body temperature is very pleasant for the small sgiathatch either, but he can't blame her for not wanting to sit on the vampire.

When she landed on his shoulder, something other than her heat flared down his shoulder, washing through his torso and settling around his wounds as a pleasant chilling sensation. He looks down at his chest, where the ice-covered wound is beginning to heal faster, knitting the pale bluish skin back together under the thin layer of frost, which is slowly receding as the pain fades. His eyebrows shoot up and he takes some of his weight off his ice staff gingerly, satisfied when he doesn't collapse. The frost elf looks at the sgiathatch on his shoulder. "Thank you, amin arwen. I am in your debt," he says gratefully, reverting to his polite, formal way of speaking that he usually only uses around nobles. His people had separated from the other species of Skyshard long before he was born, but his parents had taught him that the other immortals are to be shown the utmost respect.[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 16px]The cryomancer bows his head to the tiny reptile and looks over at the vampire, opening his mouth to speak, but stopping short when the vampire jerks his hand out of his pocket with an exclamation of pain, followed by the sound of tiny wings beating and a small alu shee emerging from the vampire's pocket, a look of remorse on her tiny, angular face. She seems incredibly weak, barely able to keep herself aloft with her dewy wings, but she still takes the time to apologize and introduces herself before settling into the vampire's pale hand, something that Dakul realizes he and the others haven't done, besides the guina man from either. "Good to meet you, arwen Eleanah, I am Lord Dakul of Elnthyr," he says, inclining his head in a small bow, not wanting to displace the dragon on his shoulder and cause her further discomfort.[/SIZE]

Federoff · Feb 4, 2017

|Tags| Roxii @Javax, Riktos @Alstromeria, Wylloh @Anaxileah, Salty Guard/"Shadow Man" @Morgrim

|Location| Dunheim -> Hat Cave (The Den)

|Mood| Happy, Curious/Confused, Observant, Cautious

|Actions| Give Apple to Roxii, Give his name to Wylloh, Shake her Hand, Retrieve Canteen, Speak to the group, Follow the group, Give Canteen to Salty Guard, Make him forget, Watch from his place

Health: 100/100

She hurts, but helping hurts more. She sees the strings that pull me, eyes like raisins in a stale cookie.

The words are familiar, like a song or a poem of old. Unwanted memories come flooding back. Quickly shove them back into the dark.

Why? A simple question that should have a simple answer. But yet it did not. She was in conflict with herself. Around was acceptance and joy, something she desperately wanted to be apart of. But she couldn't trust. She couldn't falter. What if this happened? What if that happened? All the what if's ran through her mind, a mind to cover with the darkness. The boy stood there quietly staring at the wolf-elf, listening to both hers and the others. After some time she finally overcame her hesitation and snatched the apple out of his hands, leaving behind both the orchids and the group as she trailed ahead. She ate the apple as she walked, telling him to stay away from her. A small victory nonetheless.

The boy placed the handful of orchids into his pouch before turning around to face the other female of the group, the lizard girl that felt of earth and hidden thought. She was similar to the wolf-elf, Roxii as he learned, just less intense. "I appreciate your gifts, stranger, but we faced a danger not too long ago and we must avoid any further contact with it. Roxii is correct - we must continue, and we have a job to perform. You are welcome to join, of course. What should we call you?" Her words were kind and reflective, open and inviting like the surface of a lake during a hot summer afternoon. She felt like she had no impact but she did, she just did not know it. Her next action however puzzled him for a brief moment, she outstretched her arm with a warm smile. Teal eyes stared back at her through the dirty blonde hair, first at her hand and then back at her face. His eyes seemed to ripple as he searched the minds for his answer, confusion written on the face underneath the hat. He blinked. "It always had a soul. The question is the answer. If it helps enough people, it becomes more...wandering, wishing, touched by them, maker loves you, and it grows. I am me. I am Crow" He shook the hand of the lizard girl. Warm yet cold, solid and hollow, real but not.

After shaking the females hand the man who was a bear clapped him on his back. "Trust me my friend, the way to that woman's heart is not with flowers." The contact slightly shocked Crow but he dismissed it after searching the minds once again. His gazed followed Roxii as she limped ahead of the group. "She want's but she can't have. she hates it all because of the darkness behind the door. She hides it away in a box under the bed behind the door, yearning for the happiness inside but fearing for what she may find." He replied to the man who is a bear, referring to Roxii and the previous scene. His words were cryptic yet plain, saying what he meant without having people understand. "I'm not sure who's side we're supposed to be on here, but kiddo's with us." He took back the empty canteen from the bear man with a small smile on his face, grateful for the words spoken. He shifted his head to the side, his gazing upward at the man hidden underneath the strange hat he wore "Yes. I came here to help, I would of told you earlier but you were busy. Thank you man that is a bear. I can be hard to see. I can kill things that would hurt people. I-I won't get in the way. Tiny, no trouble, no notice taken unless you want them to." And with that he would disappear out of sight, his words aimed at the entirety of their group.

"Look-y 'ere you three, I've got a tight schedule to keep, and I can't take a pit stop every time some weird man child hands you flowers, now get a move on, the master is waiting to see you, and I assure you it is very important, now come on. Left! Right! Left! Right!" The guard spoke with a hidden anger, envious of the group and saddened by his constant lack of respect. Crow followed as the group made their way to the heart of the den. Caves going for miles in every direction, tattered and beaten furniture dotted the domed cave. Other things lay scattered about. Maps, training equipment, The cave was shaped like his hat. In the middle of this hat cave was a cloaked man behind a circular table, the head of the den. Crow did not like this person. He felt the sinister desires and evils of this man, he was but apart of the danger that Crow had warned them about. Darkness rose and sunk around him, like a sea of black. Old songs sung around him but non could here them. Save him and Roxii. The song of old were not pleasant, they lied to those who heard them. Before the guard left Crow placed the canteen around his neck, a gift for the giftless. "To carry the bottle you once hid from your wife" Crow held out his hand, palm facing the guard. "Forget" The armored man would not remember Crow and would continue about as if nothing happened. As Crow did this the rest of the group went about their business with the shadow man, Crow listened as this shadow man confronted the group, Roxii in particular. He felt a connection between the two but could not tell what it was. He did not sense any pain, guilt, or sorrow from the shadow man and so could not make a connection with him. Whatever his reason was though, Crow did not like it. He talked of stopping the witch Pandora, he spoke of how both she and the cultists from before were a danger to everyone. But Crow could sense more then just that reasoning behind his words. They were well hidden but a glimmer was still there. And so he remained silent and unseen, like he had promised the man who is a bear and lizard girl.

Morgrim · Feb 5, 2017

Mentions: @shadowz1995, @CarpeNoctem1213, @Cass The Mad, @Anaxileah

Mood: N/A

Status: N/A

Location: Dunheim City Noble District - Pandora's Estate

The second more presentable looking guard had been waiting around by the market area with the pygmy dragon, and the vampire who had excused himself to go feed. He swore that the vampire must not have cared since the guard was within earshot the entire time. Usually if information like that gets around they assemble a witch hunt, and raise their torches, but the elder vampire seemed stupidly brave. He watched the vampire hypnotize some teenage girl, and walk off with her, and the guard faintly wished he could pick up chicks that easily. Now he was stuck with just the little dragon, and he couldn't think of what to talk about. He couldn't complain about ever having itchy scales, or coughing while in the middle of breathing fire, so he just stood there passively eyeing the surroundings. It was then that both a very well fed Ether, and a frosty elf showed up, and all he could do was kick at the ground like a child while thinking what kind of a mess he got himself into. 'Man these freaks better be exactly what Pandora is looking for, or else I'm really gonna get burned again.' He said while idly rubbing a brand on the back of his neck. A symbol of an open eye. The dragon could probably smell the blood on the vampire, because the guard sure could, and judging by the fact she threw a weak flame at him his suspicion was confirmed.

He stood in between the two and held up both his hands. "Now now come on, there is no need for fighting. I get it you are feeling weak and tired, or well you were, but I, and more importantly Pandora needs you all to cooperate right now, so please come along." He said while only seconds later the vampire was stabbed in the finger by a faerie. All the guard could do was sigh as another freak joined the party of misfits, this seemed never ending, but at least they had all settled down a notch so they might be willing to finally get a move on before they start to draw attention. Now with all the greetings and salutations out of the way, the guard nudged them along to follow, where he lead them up to the noble's district. A large area of Dunheim that was relatively underpopulated, with each noble holding a large portion of the land in the district usually for their own gardens, trees, and ponds. With how famished the entire city was, and with the overpopulation it may have seemed greedy of the nobles to hold so much space for a few flowers and aquatic displays, and it really was. Pandora's estate though was by far the largest and most elegant, with not a single blade of grass out of place, and not a single spot bare of an extravagant display. There were not officially any slaves in Dunheim, but the people keeping the area tidy didn't exactly reek of freedom either.

The guard lead them inside where there was a woman waiting in the library. A woman with skin as pale and perfect as the snow, hair as black as the night, and lips as red and full of color as the blood Ether drained from that virgin girl. She looked as if though without flaw in her appearance. On her shoulder rested a jet black raven that had a look of intelligence in its eyes greater than most of the people who live in Dunheim. Perched there much like the dragon on Dakul's shoulder. She smiled as a greeting to them. "Welcome to my home, it is nice to make your acquaintance here today. I understand you and your other friends are in need of some help, and I think we may be able to work something out with each other, for the right price." She retrieved a glass of wine from the table by the fireplace, tilting the glass back and savoring the flavor that washed over her tongue as if to tease the others since most of them were still starved at this point. A glimmer of mischievousness in her eye. "But first let us eat, you all must be starved, well most of you." She looked at Ether with a sadistic grin. She led them all to the dining area where the was a full banquet of food waiting for them. Exotic fruits, fat and juicy meat, and fresh drink for them all. She encourages them all to dig in to their hearts content. "Please eat your fill, and tell me a little about yourself first. I would like to know the people I am about to engage in business with."

Fluffy-Kat · Feb 6, 2017

Tavriing (Tavrii) the Spirited

There was always the straggler, right? One who catches on to things rather slowly, or is oblivious to almost everything, and naive. In this case, the straggler was last to escape the dungeon through the portal, and just barely too. Whilst still captured, the poor boy was kept in his own cell. It was smaller than the others and a little ways away from the larger cells that appeared to house a group of prisoners. He could hear the voices from time to time, but as days passed, their voices became more faint. Most likely trying to preserve what little energy they had. Truth of the matter was, the mysterious group probably didnt even realize he was there since they were apart. He tried escaping before the big prison break, but nothing seemed to work. He even tried gnawing at the moldy, dirty bars with his sharp incisors, which obviously got him no where. 'I did not leave my kingdom just to be trapped in another prison,' hed think. An escape was most certainly needed.

Luckily the whole group managed to break free, himself included. Running through the labyrinth of halls and corridors, he tried to keep up with the group. They got a head start when escaping their cell, Tavrii had to wait till more guards came running past his cell, keys jangling at their sides. He gave it one shot and stuck his arm out between the bars and was able to snatch a ring of keys. Luck was at his side. When the guards were long gone, he opened his cell and began his search for his sword, barefoot and all. He could feel the presence of his weapon nearby but he couldnt pin point it. There was strange magic in that dungeon that scrambled his senses. His sharp hearing could pick up loud clangs and raised voices that echoed through the halls,"Sounds like a battle."

He continued to search until he found himself in a large room, bodies on the floor, blood painted everywhere,'That group,' he thought. When he looked up he saw the portal, and his sword on the ground beneath it. Rosy red eyes widened and twinkled at the sight of his trusty weapon. Tavrii dashed toward his weapon, picking it up as he ran past it, only to jump in the portal right after. The traveling time was no more than a second, but he felt a strange time warp that felt much longer. His skin prickled and his stomach churned, and when he got thrown out of the portal, he landed on all fours giving one good hurl. His stomach didnt give up much, since the prisoners were hardly fed, just enough to stay alive. Weak, but alive. The run away prince stood up with a woozy stagger, wiping his mouth on his arm bracers, dusting his shiny armor off and picking up his sword that fell on the ground upon entry. The tip dragged on the ground, leaving a trail in the dirt as he walked,"What a peculiar method of travel," he said to himself, "Amazing! They managed to create some sort of gate, or doorway that allows you to travel from one place to the another...instantly! It truly defies all logic of time and space...What sorcery, what a privilege to experience,"rubbing his chin before realizing the group had split up into three. "Hm?" He looked in each direction the groups were walking in, watching their backs get farther and farther away the longer he took to decide which to follow. Tavrii raised a finger and counted each member in each group, planning to join which ever had the least, but they all had about the same amount. Suddenly, a faint scent of death and rot tickled his sensitive nose, "Gah!" He shook his head and shut his eyes tightly,"What is this...poisonous, toxic, unspeakable stench," and without another thought, his child-like inquiry took over, compelling him to follow the smell with out question.

The horrible smell led him into Dunheim, a bustling city with all types of sights, sounds,...and smells. With all the people, food, and goods, Tavrii's nose was clouded with other senses, he had lost track of the distinct scent,"Mmmm.." the confusion rumbled in his throat as a groan. The scent of humans overpowered the smell of death and piqued his curiosity even further. 'Humans smell funny,' he thought while observing the species. He watched as they conversed and bartered, while children played in the streets. Two children ran a circle around him, one trying to catch the other. Tabrii stiffened, his eyes following them before he jumped back and they ran off, "Interesting," he whispered lowly ,'Those humans....theyre....theyre so tiny,' he thought, blinking in disbelief as he watched them,'There must be some sort of dark magic that stunts their growth! Poor things....' then he gasped and spoke aloud,"The magic must linger! I must keep myself safe!" Tavrii drew his sword and scanned the market place with every step he took, keeping an eye out for anyone who may be responsible for this "dark magic".

As he wandered the streets, the strong smell of cooked (and uncooked) meat grabbed a hold of him tightly, hooking him and reeling him in with little to no effort. The young dragon looked down at the meats displayed on the stand, a twinkle in his eyes, with a hint of longing. His head turned slowly from left to right, looking at every piece until he noticed a woman and her baby standing beside him, also taking in the meats. The little baby cooed and reached for him from its mother's arms. Tavrii took a double take before leaning in, a few inches away from the baby's forehead, and sniffing it,'Human as well,' his eyes widened and he pulled his neck back,"You are...the tiniest Ive ever seen! Who has done this to you?!" You see, where Tavrii comes from, babies are a rare sight to behold. The Nverian people/dragons live a very long time, so babies arent born every day. There arent Nverian children running around, like they do in Dunheim. As of current times, hes one of the youngest members of his kingdom, along with some Nverians that are near his age. So, in short, the dragon prince has never actually seen a wee baby. The human baby babbled in response, and Tavrii tilted his head like a confused dog,"It seems to also have stolen the ability to speak, who would do such a thing? Do not worry, i will avenge you, tiny human." He placed his hand over his heart and gave a bow to the baby, vowing with closed eyes and a sincere voice. When he stood back up the woman gave him a funny look, pulling her child closer and proceeding to walk away.

"Best of luck! Take care of it until it returns to its normal state, Miss care taker!" He waved, giving advice to the mother.

"Are ya gonna buy anything or not?" The man at the stand asked impatiently.

"Buy?" The young prince repeated with a raised eyebrow, "You mean, i must exchange an amount of currency for a set portion of this food?"

The stand man (lol that sounds funny) crossed his arms,"Unless ya plan on stealin'."

"Stealing?" Tavrii looked up in thought, and remembered all the times he just took things before the capture. He didnt think it was wrong, and didnt quite understand the concept of "stealing", but he was lucky no one noticed every time he did,"Oh dear.." he mumbled,"I-Is that forbidden around these parts?" He stuttered with a nervous smile, holding his hands together insecurely.

The man made a shooing motion with his hand,"Get outta here!"

Tavrii's smile snapped away instantly, and with a quick bow of his head he left at a brisk pace. "Humans appear to be very unforgiving," he sighed, and his stomach growled. His face perked up in shock,"Wha-" he looked down at his stomach,"What was that?" He had never heard his stomach growl before. He was royalty back home, and never went hungry, and while he roamed the world, he always came across something he could eat, until he was captured by cultists and they starved him. He could feel his belly bubble from the inside,"Perhaps i am infested with some sort of parasite! I must seek out a cure!" The dragon put his hand over his eyes as he scanned the plaza again for any sign of a doctor or medicine. But he found something else instead. In the corner of his eye, he caught a glint of silver. When he looked over he saw that it was long silver hair, similar to his but his was a clean white. The silver haired woman was accompanied by two others, whom he recognized. One of her group-mates was the man who smelled of rotting flesh,"I found them!" He exclaimed, almost forgetting why he was there in the first place. With a smile, Tavrii followed the trio into a large hall. There were people from all walks of life, but they all look like they had a sense of adventure. Like a child at a candy stand, Tavrii looked around, his rosy eyes glittering with excitement, eager to ask them all about their journies and encounters from far away places. He wanted to listen to their stories, to be inspired by them. But he was blocked by responsibility and the yearn for answers. Why was he captured? Who exactly captured him? And why were there others in the same predicament. More importantly, what were they doing now? Without noticing, he was staring at the trio as they crowded around some desk, scribbling into a book of some sort.

@AnimusLight @Morgrim

AnimusLight · Feb 7, 2017

Jezebel Ada Batal

Tagging: @Morgrim @HoneyBear-Kat

"I'll take my leave then," Jezebel parts with her group, muttering a "be careful," before heading further into the tavern. She lifts her hood over her head, masking her appearance as she pasts by a party of human adventurers. The inside of the tavern is uncomfortably warm with the amount of mercenaries stacked up on each other. Many of them seem to either be discussing about their feats or planning out their future actions, with the exception of a couple silent drinkers at the wooden counter. Burly laughs emit here and there while ale and grub fall off tables. A large orc bumps into Jezebel, not noticing her presence and continues to act out some adventure he previously had. The monk maneuvers around the orc and reaches the far corner of the wooden counters. She slips onto one of stools and glances at the more silent lone drinkers. The party behind her grow louder in volume and Jezebel unconsciously listens in on their conversation.

"I'm telling you! There's some monster roaming the sewers of this city. I saw it with my own one eye," says an eye-patched mercenary. He dramatically slams his tankard on the wood with a clank! Jezebel halts her curiosity to turn around and observe the theatrics, turning her gaze to an approaching barmaid. The busty woman was about to ask what the monk wants to order but Jezebel immediately shakes her head; the lady leaves her in peace, most likely noticing Jezebel's attempt at eavesdropping on the rabble behind.

A companion of the eye-patched man- Jezebel believes the adventurer should lay off the ale- adds to the story, "W-weeeh deed! I swa it with mah own TWO Eeeeyeees!" He points to both his eyes with his index fingers and spit flies out his mouth. The one-eyed man slaps his companion on the shoulder, "We ain't dead, you git."

"We deedd- thats what I ssai-," grumbles the drunk. The one-eyed man cuts him off, "Jared and I ran into the monster while doing a quest for some rich fellas. They had a couple of them servants of theirs stealing from them and using the sewers as a pathway. We get paid a hefty sum to catch the thieves and return their belongings. So this monstrous being lurks in the sewers and we didn't know bout it. Last night we ran into the thing as it was dragging some corpse. It seems like every night it drags its prey down to those smell depths and feasts upon their flesh. There were piles of bones, you hear! What I don't understand is why the guards of this city haven't done anything! Of course we aren't stayin to be more food for the monster so the rich employer is out of luck until he can find people who are willing to risk their necks"

"Ye! Ye!" nods the drunk as he steals his companion's tankard and downs what little contents it contained. Jezebel cringes when a large burp emits really close behind her. As much as she's taken interest in the group's conversation, she doesn't wish to be near drunks who have returned from the sewers. Before she can switch her seat to somewhere more comfortable, the silent drinker closest to her slams a fist on the counter causing the monk to jump in her seat. The man's stature and built reminds her of their group's member, Riktos, but the stranger's demeanor is not as friendly. Worn-out clothes have stains that look like they're about to turn into another color from the wear.

The large man's sudden motion knocks down his tankard, as he closes in on the table behind Jezebel. He yells, "Witchcraft is among us! You found her pet! We are just livestock waiting to be slaughtered! I knew it- I'm not crazy-"

"Hey stranger, keep your babbling of witches to yourself. You did this yesterday and day before. I've had enough of you interfering on my story-" "WITCHES!" "Why I oughta-" The one-eyed man is held back by the people at his table before he could lay a hand on the man muttering more about witches to himself. The stranger seems to be in his own world now, loosing the intimidating aura of his to a more dead-like presence. Eyes stare at nothing while fingers fiddle with the ends of their tips. "Hey," Jezebel gets up from her seat but before she could intervene and ask about these witches he's talking about, the stranger scurries out of the tavern. Should she chase after him? Jezebel shakes her head; what's more important is finding a quest that could earn them some coin. Their party needs a place to rest; maybe the others might have luck in getting aid from their respective objectives.

Jezebel slides out of her seat with a sigh, wondering what to do. She needs a quick and simple job. Commotion comes from mercenaries crowding around a wall full of quests from the local residents of Dunheim- or those around the area. Jezebel squeezes herself through, making her way to the front of the masses. She glances at the board, reading the contents of the nearby requests. She chooses one at random, feeling that she shouldn't be picky.

To anyone who is reading this:

My Sir Blacky is currently missing and I need someone to find my poor sweetie. He's an adorable black cat with a golden collar that has a small bell at the end of it. He shouldn't be hard to spot but he's known to be hard to catch. He needs his monthly checkup so please be quick!

Mrs. Pendelton

Eyes wide at the generous sum for just catching a cat, Jezebel grins at her luck. With this, she won't have a problem pitching in money for the party and pay back the meat dealer that Morgrim 'borrowed' from. She makes a dash out of the tavern not heeding to the warnings from a few mercenaries that spotted her choosing the quest. It's looking for some aristocrat's lost pet? How hard could it be? Jezebel's built for agility so chasing after a nimble small creature isn't a challenge.

But boy, would she regret it later....

Morgrim · Feb 9, 2017

Mentions: @HoneyBear-Kat, @AnimusLight

Mood: Happy, Curious, Murderous

Status: Satiated, Quenched, Slightly Tired, Extra Smelly, Very Dirty

Location: Outside Dunheim, Farming Village - Greenleaf Farm

Morgrim was ready to take a quick break from his two traveling companions, he kinda liked the human girl, the monk, but that night light was an eyesore to him. So bright, but brooding, always acting like she was better than everyone. Well at least that was how he saw her, but he might be bias because he had become a creature of the dark since a young age, and she was his polar opposite, some friction was to be expected. So temporarily abandoning the two of them he heads to the tavern in the guild hall. The bar felt and looked warm. With giant fires, lots of people, and shadows being cast from every moving person, constantly strangled by the immense light. Now Morgrim was not a drinker, but he was a fan of adventures and questing, it was one of the few childhood traits he had retained, and something he would never lose. After he had killed Tuso he yearned for something else, and being able to kill bad people with an excuse was something he deeply enjoyed. He was on the other side of the tavern from Jezebel, picking up on his own leads and stories. He still had no money, so he couldn't buy any of the nicer, meatier foods so it was a good time to find a job. 'Look at all these people. All their tales of adventure, they are practically wellsprings of information. Those frilly nobles ain't got nothing on these people.' He said whilst observing a room full of people drinking to their hearts content, some picking their nose, and others idly scratching the accumulated dirt underneath their finger and toe nails. Morgrim may have admired some strange people. 'As much as I would like to pick up a quest from some of these people it's probably best to pick up something from the bounty board today, seems most of them are already drunk.'

So Morgrim wandered over to the bounty board, where Jezebel had just been, picking up a job finding some rich person's cat. Morgrim was interested in something a little more gritty and violent. He looked over the various quests and found something promising. A band of bandits had taken over one of the cities northern farming villages. They had been ransoming the villagers off at ridiculous prices, something even nobles would think are crazy. 'Heh heh those morons are as good as mine, I bet all that food and security has made them lazy and complacent, bet the ol' go through the sewer grate will get them.' Morgrim grabbed the piece of paper, wanting no one else to get a chance at the action. He had done something similar two years ago with his old friend Jassur, and doing something so similar almost made him teary eyed with nostalgia, if he was actually capable of crying. Morgrim was practically skipping out in merriment when he suddenly bumped into the dragon boy Tavrii. Morgrim grunted and took a good look at them, scanning them up and down wondering if he should verbally scorn the poor small thing, but then he caught a glimpse of their ears and eyes, and recognized them. They could be mistaken for elvish, but Morgrim knew better, and he could tell they were a Nverian. He had to be sure though, so with both his hands, one of flesh and the other of bone he gently grabbed both their ears, gently pulling and rubbing them. "Hmm... yes I am sure. You are a Nverian aren't you, one of the elf looking dragons. You are a far away ways from your homeland. Come with me my scaled friend, we are gonna go hunt down some bandits." Morgrim said unhanding his ears, but insisting on following him. Morgrim wandered his way through the Market district and out the main gates where he would head north through the forest. A place where bugs lived in dense numbers, the howl of wolves could be constantly heard, and an abundance of fresh meat grazed and scurried through. Morgrim was at peace. 'It almost feels like home, too bad I will never have one again. Also too bad Paladins don't have bounties on them yet, it would be nice to be praised for killing them.'

The farming village was one that collected many fruits that grew in the forests of Dunheim, like various berries, apples, and mangoes. However it was still relatively close to the city, so it was only a mere ten minute hike away. "So my reptilian friend you must tell me all about where you are from. You are dressed very nicely, I imagine you must be of some importance, or at least were since you are here on Landfall now. I'd love to hear your story." Morgrim continued to pester the dragon boy with questions about him and his home. He found anything draconic interesting, and would have loved to found out more from the pygmy dragon Miragami too, but they had to split up whether he liked it or not. But now he had all this time with Tavrii, and so much room for activities. Though those activities would probably be hunting and killing bandits, but still all fun stuff to Morgrim. By now they had approached the outside of the village, a reasonably sized place with tall wooden walls, and an iron gate. Dunheim towns were usually better protected than most other small towns since the city relies heavily on them, also hence the nice bounty put out on the place. Morgrim traced around the edges of the town from a safe distance until he spotted an old unprotected sewer grate, something he was lucky not to smell since it was now mixed with human filth, rotten food, and a few corpses. Something the dragon boy would probably puke from. Sarus went inside, shoes sinking into several inches of thick disgusting sludge. an unpleasant warmth setting over the two of them. Luckily Morgrim was a hive of poisons, toxins, and noxious smells so this was nothing for him, but he would have to replace his shoes when he gets back to town. Or maybe he could pry a pair from one of the bandits he is about to kill. "Now come on, this part may be undesirable, but trust me it'll work like a charm." Morgrim said with confidence as he worked his way through the sewer tunnel.

It lead straight up into the village, into the only bathroom, which was really just a room with a few seats with holes in them. Plumbing did exist in Landfall, but it was much more of a luxury, something you only find in nice places, and expensive houses. Morgrim crawled up through one of the holes, using the sides of the seat as leverage, and when he was above, he offered Tavrii a hand, hoping they had not passed out from the smell, because he would be pretty worthless in the fight if he couldn't move. They had to do this as quietly though since it is only the two of them, and there are likely at least twenty bandits around the entire place, plus the leader which more often then not was some freak of nature with a scrap of sentience, so he had a plan. "I believe we should wait in here and find cover, when someone walks in we will ambush them and take their clothes. At the very least we will blend in visually, don't worry about the missing flesh on my face and hand, I will probably just borrow some from whatever bandit walks in to use the washroom." Morgrim had said implying that he was going to rip of the flesh from someones face, and amputate their hand for a morbid disguise. Morgrim though had remained jovial about the entire thing, like it was all some sort of dangerous game.

Raven Kade · Feb 9, 2017

Miragmi

Mira considered correcting him when Ether assumed that was all she could manage at the moment but decided that she did not really care enough to address it, particularly when it could give her an edge later on. The elf, "Thank you, amin arwen. I am in your debt." Mira spoke up quietly, likely outside of the hearing of all but the vampire, "No debt. Tis a joy to heal." The matter dropped for the moment when the faery woke and stabbed Ether's hand. Mira grinned rather toothily, especially when the vampire made his comments about her flame. For a moment she thought of what a true flame would do to him, and considered trying to see his candle impression early. In the end it would still strategically be a mistake so instead she settled down on Dakul's shoulder and stayed quiet as they set off into the city and arrived at Pandora's mansion. The faery discomforted her, being a reminder of what had been her home before she left Skyshard on her quest.

When they arrived and were led to Pandora's library Mira lifted her head to inspect her surroundings. Mira exchanged a pointed glare with the raven on her shoulder before the dragons gaze shifted to Pandora's face in time for her to speak. "Welcome to my home, it is nice to make your acquaintance here today. I understand you and your other friends are in need of some help, and I think we may be able to work something out with each other, for the right price. But first let us eat, you all must be starved, well most of you." Mira was already concerned, on several fronts. First two were the obvious, that she knew of Ether's transgression and that she was unconcerned. Third was her means of knowing, as there had been no spies, nor magic present to her knowledge. She sent an evaluating glance the raven's way as Pandora led them off to the kitchens. It's abnormalcy was clear, but even with the traces of shadows visible in her magical sight, she could not tell much, since ravens were naturally ominous birds. It could be a magicked bird, or it could simply have traces of omen about it. Please eat your fill, and tell me a little about yourself first. I would like to know the people I am about to engage in business with." When they arrived at the food tables Mira leapt down from Dakul's shoulder and click-clacked across the table on her claws. When she reached a promising platter of food she halted, tilting her head as she inspected the roast. She reached out a small clawed paw and tapped the meat with a single nail, letting a small portion of gold wash over it before she spoke, "I hope you don't mind me checking the food. It is nothing personal, but I have survived more than a few things courtesy of purifying any food I don't hunt myself. Furthermore what happens next is an unavoidable biological side effect, and completely safe." As she finished speaking she snaked her head forward and ripped a chunk of meat off the roast, swallowing it whole. It hit her internal systems in an instant and she felt it be consumed and converted into her Flame fuel. Unfortunately she had run empty and restocking from empty was always somewhat more dramatic. She felt the heat of that initial reaction untempered by a stock of fuel rising up her throat, and raised her head, opening her mouth to the ceiling. Flame, roaring and hot, but perfectly controlled poured from her mouth towards the ceiling. It touched close to the ceiling, nearly singeing it before it began to shift into a gentle Golden flame that splashed harmlessly on the ceiling. Traces of it washed over the room and its inhabitants, potent enough to give the room a certain peace, and heal most all minor injuries on those assembled. She spoke, "As you may have guessed I am a dragon of flame. Left Skyshard on an errand that will remain unclarified." She turned back to eating sparing a short moments irritation to the fact that the Gold would likely provide comfort to the vampire as well, as it was by nature balm to all, regardless of dark or light.

Addressed: @Morgrim @Anaxileah @shadowz1995 @CarpeNoctem1213 the generalized golden flame would also neutralize most poisons save for the very potent ones, as well as most simple curses. The flame she used on her food was a light bane flame held toa purely magical level, which almost no dark thing whether poison or curse could make it through

AnimusLight · Feb 10, 2017

Jezebel Ada Batal

Mentioned: Sir Blacky

Jezebel maneuvers through the busy streets of Dunheim, squeezing through areas where its more crowded. She continues to focus her attention above her, following the sight of the smooth black tail. The monk slips into a tight alleyway. Using that detail to her advantage, she gracefully wall jumps a couple of times to reach the roof tops of the buildings. A roof tile chips away beneath her feet once she reaches the top. Dusting her hands off, Jezebel makes her way to a more stable surface. Clack clack clack. She says out loud, "Sir Blacky?" The tail swishes out of sight behind the other half of the roof. The monk climbs her way up only to find no sign of the missing cat. She needs to get to higher ground if she wants a birds' eye view of the area. Jezebel makes her way to a higher building close by; the building looks more run down than the others though, so she must proceed with cation. With a running start, she makes a giant leap the the top ledge and hoists herself up. A strong breeze causes her hood to fall back from the top of her head. Her medium length hair flies in front of her face; she pushes it out of the way with a grunt.

"Alright," she murmurs to herself. The monk hurries to the side overlooking the area where she saw the black tail. She continues to talk to herself, "If I was a aristoCAT, where would I be with my given freedom?" Jezebel eyes the poorly lit alleyways, keeping an eye out for any movement. After a minute of silently waiting, the sound of something tumbling over catches her ear- it wan't that hard to notice- but the odd part is that a scream comes in no later. Jezebel, wondering if the missing cat was even near there, jumps off the ledge and floats down to a lower roof. She dashes to the located alleyway and floats down once more. "What's going on?" she asks, but whoever screamed wasn't there anymore. Jezebel spots the metal crates that caused the loud ruckus-! The black tail appears behind the towering mess. Jezebel slowly tiptoes to the crates muttering out loud, "Here kitty, kitty. I know rich people can be push overs but I need to help my comrades and you can return to a cushy life. Here kitty-" She halts as the large black cat climbs saunters up its mess.

"You're not a kitty," she gulps. "What the hell is a panther doing here? This isn't Sir Blacky-" The panther has a gold collar with a bell on it... No... Way...

Jezebel takes a step back as the panther approaches in a stalking motion. "Sir Blacky?" she squeaks out before breaking out into a run and screaming for dear life. The streets she's at begin to emit cries for help but the panther continues to target the sprinting-for-dear-life monk; the crowded streets parts for them to run through. How is she suppose to catch a beast- full of energy- like this with it being twice her size? She would need just a few seconds to find its weak point but right now, boy, she's trying not to get her face ripped off. What the fuck was Mrs. Pendelton feeding it? Goddamn aristocrats and their damn exotic pets that should've been left alone in the wild.

Sir Blacky lets out a mighty growl before swiping at Jezebel from behind; she breaks out into a roll just in time before the claws can reach her. The panther lunges at the rolling human but the two end up crashing into a stack of wooden crates full of fruits. The panther whines at the fruit juice in its eyes, trying to swiftly wipe if off. Jezebel takes this cue to latch herself on to the predator; now that that the large feline is occupied, I can't let this chance pass! She uses critical analysis in order to find the weak point of the panther. The monk needs to knock her opponent out so the best spot is....

The panther rolls around, forces Jezebel off his back, and darts away in the other direction. Jezebel throws herself back on her feet and chases the large feline. "Come back here! Why are you running away now!" she yells in frustration. Maybe he sensed how he was close to being taken down by the human and doesn't wish to repeat that again? Sir Blacky isn't restricted to the whole pride rule since there's no competition with the felines around the area and he's been pampered for quite some time. To hell with pride- more on survival!

Jezebel yells after the panther, "I can do this all day! STOP!" Gods, this better be worth the money.

Javax · Feb 11, 2017

Tags: @Anaxileah | @Alstromeria | @Federoff | @Morgrim

Mentions: Wylloh | Riktos | Crow | Lorne

Location: Dunheim Streets ➙ The Den

Status: Exhausted | In Pain | Dehydrated | Famished, No Longer Starving

Mood: Irritated | Suspicious | Slightly Amused

Inventory: Shadow Bow | Twenty-Six Barbed Arrows | Dual Shadow Daggers | Armor

Notes: Velglorn : Assassin

Mellyrnra : Gods

Xiad : Shadow

U'Raanu : Elf With No Family

Ban-Kesir : Half-Elf

"Dos traf vi tuon nid ragure neleutha-taegira maara, Lorne." : "You know I do not find birthdays useful, Lorne."

The wolf hybrid ignored the childish, impatient guard as she walked past. Instead, she focused on preparing herself for the encounter ahead: entering the Den. Her skin prickled at the thought. As the small group—which seemed to have gained one additional member—entered the infamous underground headquarters of a large group of criminals known as the Den, Roxii's uneasiness skyrocketed, tinged with a sense of familiarity. It had been years since she had set foot in the "House of Criminals," but it seemed like time didn't matter to them; not much had changed over the years. The "room" was still rather lackluster in decor, equipment, and glorious furniture to make it feel more like home, but the Velglorn knew that these people didn't need to spend their precious money on petty civilian things. A sense of foreboding, suspicion, and death weighed on her and her acquaintances as the members of the dark, underground hideout swiveled their heads and turned their attention to the strangers being escorted in. Hushed whispers—only heard by those with acute senses of hearing—could be heard murmuring whispers of recognition to one another.

Many years had gone by since Roxii had stepped foot in the Den. Despite the lapse of time, however, there were a few familiar scents that hit her nose. Most of the scents were faint, signaling that those familiar faces had disappeared long ago, either to pursue a new life, being thrown into some dark jail or dungeon, or met a blade's edge. Some of the scents, however, were still present. They belonged to no one she cared to be reacquainted with; the members of the Den were definitely not her favourite people to hang around. It also didn't help that the members of the Den and the Crimson Shadow were once—and probably still are—good friends. Which means that those of the Den were just as much as suspects in her solo investigation as those of the Crimson Shadow. And she had one prime suspect in the Den. Mellyrnra, she hoped she didn't run into–

"Allow me to be the first to say that I am very grateful for you to be here."

The wolf-elf crinkled her face in distaste at the familiar voice. No wonder she didn't scent the man; he was as undetectable as the shadows themselves, just like her. The hooded man's shadowy essence reached out in greeting to the fellow shadow-wielder as he greeted her and her accomplices vocally, but Roxii retracted from his greeting. She was once on good terms with this man, but the assassin had no clue if he was involved in her capture or not. The Xiad hoped not; they had a special bond back in the day, one that she wasn't sure she'd be able to replicate with anyone else. But still, she had to be cautious, and no one was on her innocent list until proven so.

After a short, vague recollection of the events she had endured over the years—something she wasn't surprised he'd know given his strong presence in the Shadow Realm—, the man immediately began laying a quest upon the recently formed group. He spoke of the woman, Pandora, a name that the U'Raanu was all too familiar with, saying that he needed help taking her down. Roxii knew why. Pandora held a tight hold on all those lower than her in terms of hierarchy and status. The definition of aristocrat, the woman possessed power in all the right places with the help of her attractive appearance, wits and intelligence, and a snake's charming tongue. What the hybrid didn't understand, however, was why he waited for this rag-tag, weak, and seemingly helpless group of people to stumble into his lair to do his dirty work when she knew he was fully capable of fulfilling the job himself.

The hooded man asked for them to return the following day then began walking away, his footfalls absolutely silent. If it weren't for the shadow pulse that Roxii possessed, she would've never known he existed. He then stopped. "Oh, and Roxii, I don't know if you know what day it is, but happy birthday." The Ban-Kesir seemed taken aback for a moment, mentally recounting the days to figure out what day it was. Sure enough, it was the thirteenth of Amanu. The assassin was now twenty-four years old.

Roxii left out a short huff of laughter at the "happy birthday." The wolf called after the man in a calm voice tinged with a slight playfulness (perhaps the most emotion the others had ever heard come from her), "Dos traf vi tuon nid ragure neleutha-taegira maara, Lorne."

Fluffy-Kat · Feb 12, 2017

Tavrii/Eleniel

(combo post will be more efficient)

Short strides followed Jezebel and Morgrim to the tavern. On the outside, it resembled every other pub: large wooden door, creeky and cragged, frosted windows from the the crisp of winter still trying to cling onto the freshness of spring that had just moved in. The hardy laughs and chortles of inebriated adventures sound muffled from the outside, and caused Eleniel to prepare for the blaring noises with a deep breath and a sigh. As soon as Morgrim opened the door, she was hit with the booms of voices and the slams of mugs on wooden tables and counter tops. She held the door open for herself after the dead man and Jezebel had already walked in, taking in the scene. Men drunkenly flirting with the tavern maidens trying to do their jobs, those young wenches who preyed on intoxicated men and sought some coin, the minstrel or bard whos sound was drowned out by his unappreciative and awfully noisy audience. Eleniel's wide eyes returned to their normal judging state before she stepped in, but was stopped by a strange sensation. She turned her head back, looking over her shoulder, trying to figure out why she had a strange feeling of being followed. A young looking boy was headed her way, and although she was weary of him, she disappeared into pub before he could catch up, the door closing behind her.

Tavrii quickened his pace when he saw that the door was closing, not wanting to lose the trio, and shook off the eerie feeling he got when the tiny elf had spotted him. She didnt say anything but her glare was all the warning he needed, he made note not to tread across her path. The young prince opened the door and was met with an exciting sight. The crowd seemed to be having fun, and it sure was warm in there. He wasnt sure if he owed it to the crackling fire that gave the tavern its ambience, accented with a soft glow, or if it was from the numerous bodies crammed in such a small place. "Excuse me. Sorry. Right behind you there, friend," he tried to shuffle past the staggering group by the door. As he moved in deeper he came across a man who lurched from wall to wall, and grabbed onto Tavrii's shoulder for further support as he passed before lunging out the door, almost tripping himself as he went,"Oh dear," he mumbled,"perhaps his vision is awry." Tavrii turned back around to continue his search when he felt a certain weight prevent him from doing so. It had crashed into him and his armor, making him take a step back,"Forgive me, I did not see you there," he smiled with a toothy grin, before having his pointy ears violated by the man. Tavrii looked at him curiously, observing him further, the familiar rotting smell beginning to pull at his memory,"Oh its you! The man who smells pungent with death." The dragon, too relieved he had found Morgrim, had forgotten the undead man was touching his ears,"I have been searching for you and your company for some time," Tavrii lowered his voice and raised a hand to his mouth to shield his words from any idle ears,"Just to warn you, the people here are not very friendly," he said, remembering the man at the meat stand,"I also fear there is some dangerous magic here, or perhaps a curse," his eyes shifted from left to right, unaware that Morgrim had more than likely visted Dunheim more than once. He was just trying to pass on information he thought useful.

"Hmm... yes I am sure. You are a Nverian aren't you, one of the elf looking dragons."

"Wha-- How did you--?"

"You are a far away ways from your homeland. Come with me my scaled friend, we are gonna go hunt down some bandits."

Before Tavrii could inquire further, Morgrim motioned to follow him and the young lad immediately closed his mouth,'Perhaps later then.' He followed losely behind the smelly leader through the market place again, walking stiffly when they passed the meat stand man, his eyes darting to and away from the seller, whos eyes followed him with a vengeful glare. Although Tavrii couldve sworn the revenge in his eyes was for Morgrim, but he couldnt tell from their distance and avoided eye contact anyway. Morgrim led him outside the gates of Dunheim and through the forest. Tavriing had remembered that while on his way to the large city, farms and orchards were established just outside of Dunheim, where there was more room to sew, grow, and harvest. "So my reptilian friend you must tell me all about where you are from. You are dressed very nicely, I imagine you must be of some importance, or at least were since you are here on Landfall now. I'd love to hear your story," Morgrim prodded. Tavrii tore his roaming eyes from....where ever that wandering mind made him look, to Morgrim beside him,"O-oh, em," he tried to think. The young prince was naive, but not enough to just give away his title with out second thought. How would he react? Would he try to hold him hostage, and possibly attempt to ransom? Would he kill him? Would he even believe him? Well, Morgrim knew he was Nverian just by looking at him, that told Tavrii he wasnt just some ignorant hooligan running amuck. He had some knowledge and intellect, and obviously some curiosity. Still, it was best to play it safe, for now at least,"Where Im from? W-well," he took a moment to try and summarize what The Sanctuary was like,"Its a very big place, but very hidden, and seldom accessible. In a valley surrounded by mountain ranges West of here. Very hard to get in, we never have visitors or outsiders, a-and we keep to ourselves, we thrive there. We dont need any imported good like I have seen some villages and cities need, everything we need to live is there, in that valley. Nverians never leave The Sanctuary, we're not the...adventurous sort, but I left for...personal reasons. Which is why I am rather taken by your ability to recognize what I was, I do not think none have ever seen a Nverian, we're too secluded, I have yet to find even a book that mentions us.....well, then again, I can not read the languages here," he said, putting his hand to his chin, reminding himself to practice reading and writing the languages of the rest of the world. Tavrii continued, " As far as my attire," he looked down at his shy armor, his sword at his hilt, and his bare feet,"Im afraid to disappoint you, but this was just handed down from my father," it wasnt a complete lie, just not the entire truth. The armor was once his father's when he was Tavrii's age, and gifted it to his son when Tavriing became of age nearly a hundred years ago. The dragon prince patted the hilt of his sword nervously, the way people do when they fidget cause of a lie. His dragon eyes closed when he gave Morgrim a smile. Morgrim stopped at what appeared to be a designated spot for sewage and waste. One whiff and Tavrii immediately covered his nose,"What is that...distasteful, putrid smell," his eyes began to water from the scent,"It tickles my throat...." he said, beginning to feel his stomach churn the way it did when he used the portal earlier that day. He watched the undead man nonchalantly walk in, "Now come on, this part may be undesirable, but trust me it'll work like a charm."

Tavrii looked down at his bare feet once again, and closed his eyes, moving forward with his fingers holding his nostrils shut. His feet sank in the sludge, it was warm and thick, and not completely liquified with some sewage pulp getting squished under his weight,"What would mother think of this," he mumbled under his breath. Indeed, what would she think, the Nverian queen seeing her royal son walk through this. What a sight. Tavrii almost squealed like a girl when his other foot had set in. They were, quite literally, in some deep shit. Opening his eyes, Tavrii trudged behind Morgrim, it was dark, but thanks to his slitted pupils, he was granted with the ability of night-vision,"I am pleased to know you have enough confidence for the both of us," he spoke with sarcasm. The tunnel led them right into the village bath house. The walls were covered, smeared and decorated with.....various "items" and contents. When he looked up he could see a hole and a light coming from it,"We have to go through there?" he whispered with disbelief, when he looked around, he didnt spot a clean ladder or convenient steps that werent tainted. They would have to scale and touch the walls. "I believe we should wait in here and find cover, when someone walks in we will ambush them and take their clothes."

"So we're just going to camp out here then?" Tavrii was covered in crap from the shins down, some places of the tunnel were deeper than others.

"At the very least we will blend in visually, don't worry about the missing flesh on my face and hand, I will probably just borrow some from whatever bandit walks in to use the washroom." Morgrim reassured. Tavrii's face twisted into a grimace, now he wasnt sure which was more disturbing, their situation, or Morgrim's plan to blend in....

Back at the Tavern, Eleniel had found a nice secluded spot off in a corner some where. She planted herself, and sat quietly, watching the drunks make fools of themselves. But she had to admit, she was a little amused. Her luminous, sapphire eyes found their way to Jezebel, who moved from the counter to the wall decorated with bounties and miscellaneous jobs. It wasnt a bad idea, they could use the money. Eleniel hesitantly got back up, and with her head held high, star-kissed hair dangling behind her, she strolled over to the wall. Being cautious of the stumbling giants around her. She was so small, many didnt even notice her, even when she politely asked them to move, so instead she just shoved passed them (which they didnt even feel). At one point she was even surrounded by a suffocating circle of sweaty, unwashed, heavily armored bodies that reeked of ale and day old food, but she managed to get through. The elf stood there, reading each ad from top to bottom, her hands at her round hips, favoring one leg and leaning on it, chest proudly puffed, and eyes paying no mind to the distracting bustle around her. But which to choose?

@Morgrim @AnimusLight

Anaxileah · Feb 13, 2017

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Addressed: @Federoff @Alstromeria @Javax @Morgrim | Mentioned: Same as Addressed | Status: Thinking -> Speaking to Lorne, then Group | Mood: Concerned/Uncomfortable | Location: The Den| Inventory: Bow & 20 Poison-Tipped Arrows, Light Armor, and Satchel (full of bandage strips, empty vials, and vials of various poisons with their antidotes) | Notes: Blah

Wylloh glanced at Riktos as he put in his two cents about the strange man and smiled faintly, satisfied with the fact that at least someone else would agree with her. The male told her about himself in a cryptic manner, similar to the rest of the words that left his pale lips, and eventually told her his name, which she would store in her memory for later. Crow. Interesting. His appearance reminded her of that of a scarecrow's, so she figured the name suited him. She chuckled lightly to her self and turned her gaze to the soldier leading them to the Den,whose words implied his impatience. One of Wylloh's slender eyebrows raised in response, but she said nothing and followed the soldier to the dimly lit underground cavern occupied by scattered piles of furniture and a mess of materials for what appeared to be for plotting. At the center of the cavern resided a large, round table accompanied by a large, hooded figure. As he acknowledged the presence of the four strange companions, he seemed to be familiar with one of them.

"Allow me to be the first to say I am very grateful for you to be here, I must admit I am surprised to not see you with your other friends, but nevertheless, I am especially happy to see you as well Roxii, or should I say 'Shadow'? It's amazing how you got out of that hellhole, but sad that you had to trade one nightmare for another, but I am getting ahead of myself, I have a very special request of you all. I need your help, believe it or not this city is at war with itself, and with the cultist threat looming so near now is the time for proper action. Our enemy is the Witch queen known as Pandora. She is dangling control of this city in front of our noses, and until we can take out her coven, and then ultimately her this city and everyone in it as in terrible danger. I implore you to join me, and take the fight to Pandora. I understand this must be a difficult choice, but please she will destroy everything. That witch sees us all as only puppets and pawns, and when their usefulness to her is at an end she will kill them. You would be no different to her, so please go back to your friends and convince them of this. I know this must be a difficult choice, but talk among yourselves and come to a conclusion. Meet back here tomorrow at noon with your final answer. I will be waiting."

The entirety of the man's speech shocked Wylloh into silence. He knows of everything. Probably as much as the woman, Pandora, knows. Both strive for power, but Pandora seems to endanger all of the city in her conquest for it. Still...we should not make any decisions until we regroup. Crow watched everything in silence, just as she had, and Roxii only seemed to respond to the last phrase the man had said, which was wishing her a happy birthday. I should remember that, too. Wylloh thought with a small smile. Since we appear to be grouped together for some time, it wouldn't hurt to hold onto that information.

"Thank you for your offer, Mister..Lorne. We will regroup, as you said, and come to a conclusion by the time you requested." Wylloh nodded politely and with a small smile, shifting her weight to her good leg so that her bad one could heal faster. She wasn't too comfortable underground, since it was colder than aboveground and not as pleasant - the smell of the cavern and the people hiding in the shadows made her skin itch and her scales quiver in discomfort. "Shall we be off, then..?" Wylloh asked her allies, the concern she felt invisible on her relaxed face.

Anaxileah · Feb 14, 2017

||Eleanah Mistwood||

Dear gods, I'm tired. The faerie could barely hold herself up after giving out her apology and her request for information, so she was incredibly grateful when the vampire finished addressing the golden dragon resting on the ice elf's shoulder and cupped his hands beneath her, supporting the weakened female in her pixie form. She immediately fell to her knees in his palms, the warmth of his skin welcome to her cold and tired body. "Well, my valiant pixie maiden, we escaped the dungeon, rallied together, decided to split up and find a way to gather resources to combat the cultists that kidnapped us, by the way, we are in the city of angels." The male spoke in one breath, making the small faerie giggle in response, before he continued. "Most of the group went to recruit allies in the underbelly of the city while we decided to take the high route and go after the nobility and wealthy. Besides that, you haven't missed much. The ice elf over there just joined us, the small dragon is mad because she's small, and I'm a vampire. The cultists had starved me for weeks and when I finally got to eat, I blacked out and sadly some people were casualties. I'm a decent person Eleanah but I don't deny what I am. I don't think anyone should. So, if you feel as the drakeling does, you may ride with the Elf. Otherwise, You can stay with me. If you'd like I've got many stories to tell. Fairies like hearing tales of adventure and what not, no?" Eleanah blinked a couple times as she was given this long bout of information and took a few moments to soak it in, her shining blue gaze fastened on the vampire's own, momentarily admiring the bright red irises that resembled the blood he stored in small vials on his person. However she knew that he expected a response and quickly cleared her throat, then used the sides of his cupped hands to lift herself up on her thin, shaky legs.

"I do not have a problem with the type of being you are, vampire." Eleanah smiled up at the male, her light pink lips relaxed into the comfort of her grin. "I hope that I can become close allies with all of you, and I already know that I will stand by your sides whenever I am needed. As for hearing stories, 'tis true, we do like a good tale or a few, but now is hardly the time - I won't be able to recall anything at my current state of mind, and I'd love to know everything." Elea's grin grew to a full-toothed smile at the male, and she made her way up his arm to his shoulder and plopped down, her bare feet and dew covered dress only leaving small droplets of water where she walked and sat. His grin was warm, welcoming, and his words rang with truth - Elea didn't judge him based off of anything other than his voice and his gaze, which were both friendly. He intrigued her, so she planned on sticking by him when she could.

As everyone began making their way to the location of a person referred to as Pandora by the guard everyone appeared to be following, Eleanah held onto Ether's cloak and hood, her main concern being whether or not she would lose her balance. However when she found a secure position, her surroundings astounded her. This was the city she was going to enter before she had been captured, and the realm of nobility within it was astonishing. Everything was most elegant, and the sheer beauty was enough to rival a portion of the castle belonging to her King and Queen, Oberon and Titania (only a portion, though). The small group progressed through the beautiful scenery, and once inside the large building belonging to this 'Pandora,' they met with the woman herself. Her beauty matched that of the property's, orderly and perfect. A bird much larger than Elea rested on the woman's shoulder, causing her to inch closer to the part of Ether's cowl beside his ear, her body rigid and tense as she watched the raven warily. Her voice was also attractive, but it brought a chill to Elea's spine, and the female stayed where she was, her eyebrows furrowed together as the woman spoke. Does this bird do her bidding, similar to a spy? Elea thought with slight concern, then eyed the food on the table. She wasn't sure what she should eat, but when the young faerie saw some of the fruits from her homeland, she sighed in relief.

She trailed down Ether's arm with a slight flutter of her wings and landed on the table gracefully before walking to the platter of fruit. While the dragon apparently blessed the food she was planning on consuming, Elea observed the fruit of her homeland, her knowledge of the fruit allowing her to see if there was any problem with the fruit. Once she found none, she ate heartily, feeling her energy return to her small body as she ate enough fruit for a normal human's stomach to withhold. The dragon did the same, it appeared, and ended up releasing flames towards the ceiling, which instantly caused Elea to shrink away and finish her food, returning quickly to Ether's side. She fluttered back up to the male's shoulder, keen on staying away from the flames, before watching the others to see what would be done. Her small voice sent out a thank you towards the mysterious and gorgeous woman, but no other words exited the faerie's mouth. "This entire setting is uncomfortable..." She muttered softly enough so that only Ether could hear her, since she was beside his ear on his shoulder.

Addressed: @shadowz1995 @Cass The Mad @CarpeNoctem1213 @Morgrim | Mentioned: Same as Addressed | Status: Talking to the Group -> Eating -> Sticking by Ether | Mood: Cheerful -> Concerned | Location: Ether's Shoulder -> Dining Table -> Ether's Shoulder | Inventory: Armor and Rapier (both are now hidden) | Notes: There.

shadowz1995 · Feb 14, 2017

"You aren't wrong there little one." Ether mused to himself when Eleanah commented on this not being the appropriate time for stories or tales of adventure. They had pressing matters at hand.

It was rather adorable how the small fairy made her way up his arm and onto his shoulder, trying to find a comfortable position upon his shoulder, near his head. She seemingly found because she eventually stopped squirming around so much.

The trip to Pandora's domain was rather uneventful but the sights were definitely worth the unwanted visit. The others seemed to appreciate the sights as well, if nothing else.

It wasn't until they arrived in the miniature palace that things started to get interesting. Ether hadn't much about this woman but he could instantly tell her type with one glance at her eyes. The elder vampire crossed his arms at the sight of her and studied rather closely, going through the motions of introductions, as per the custom of the noble classes. The ice elf had pretty much done the same while Mira and Eleanah voted for staying mostly silent during the visit. Pandora's little comment caused Ether to raise an eyebrow and smile just as seductively and threateningly as she had to them, "I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about madam." He said with sweet, false innocence. Immediately, the vampire's gaze fell on the raven that sat upon her shoulder and the way the raven looked at them seemed rather odd for a normal bird. No, there was definitely something up with that bird and he was sure he would find out soon enough.

When the food arrived, merely asked for some strong liquor rather than food. He didn't exactly need it at this point and wasn't hungry...anymore. While Ether could not actually get intoxicated, the sensation of drinking was something that never faded over the ages. Thankfully....

Everyone began to dig in and Ether just took swigs from his glass with a grateful grimace for the sweet burn down his throat. Gods knew he needed a stiff drink after everything. Perhaps he would visit the bar later but for now, he needed to focus on the task at hand.

"Ether Mesa. I'm a Pureblood Elder Vampire that sadly found himself in a rather unfortunate situation and ended up here. Now, I am in the presence of a woman as lovely as yourself. So, all in all, I think it has been worthwhile." The vampire stated with a practiced smile and just the right amount of flattery in his voice. Hopefully, Pandora would not have heard of Mesa's royal vampiric bloodline, as very few people knew about it but who knows? This woman seemed very well informed.

Ether watched as the dragon spit flames into the air and couldn't help but chuckle at the display. Dragons always wanted to show off their flames. He shook his head and turned to look at Pandora once more with a patient smile as he responded well below the hearing range of most of the beings in the room, "It's not the setting. It's who the setting belongs to that makes you feel that way."

@Morgrim

@Anaxileah

@CarpeNoctem1213

@Cass The Mad

Alstromeria · Feb 15, 2017

Riktos didn't have a problem with the den, other than that it was underground. Those that would normally try to pick the pockets of passerbys just glanced nervously at the beorning, his size alone was enough to deter would-be thieves. That, and he managed to catch a flying mug of ale that happened to come his way before downing it and dropping it to the ground. One particular individual began to tail the man, but eventually decided against it once realizing that his spatial awareness and reflexes far surpassed his own.

Riktos actually broke off from the group before they spoke with the leader of the den, instead peeling off and standing by a table where two men were arm wrestling, and others stood by watching and placing bets. Money changed hands frequently, based on who won or lost, and a good deal of it lay on the table beside either man. Riktos decided he liked it here alot more than he origionally thought, even though it was filled with the worst kinds of humans. After one of the men had lost, Riktos sat down in his chair, smiling at the man across the table who was almost as large as him.

"Well? Up front, whatchya got?" The man asked. Riktos didn't have any money, but he did have a bouty poster. He pulled the item out of his pocket and laid it on the table. "Varus the Bear". Apparently the name carried weight, because some of the men laughed. Others cringed, and one stared at him like he was nuts. "That's not money, stranger. We only accept gold here." Riktos laughed, and replied: "If I loose, I'll pay you with the bounty." A few ooo's resonated around the group, because the bounty was sizeable. The other man wasn't having it. "What if you die on the way there? I doubt you'll be able to kill Varus the Be-" He didn't finish his sentance before Riktos's axe thudded into the table, quick as lightning. The man raised his eyebrows, placing his arm on the table. Maybe the newcomer was more capable than he gave him credit for.

As the two interlocked hands, the arbiter held them together. "Allright, this is gonna be clean. Put the other mans arm on the table and you've won. The winner pays the other a debt of..." he stole a glance at the bounty poster, "500 gold. Ready? Go!" Letting go of the mens hands, the match started. The man strained to put Riktos's arm down, but Riktos just stayed where he was. The man huffed and snorted, and Riktos stayed where he was, unmoving. Veins began to pop in the other mans arm and forehead, and still, there was no reaction from Riktos. Cheers an jeers alike sounded around the two, and the other man became blue in the face from effort. After about five minutes of straining, it became apparent that Riktos was just toying with him. In one swift movement, the beorning smacked his arm against the table, hard enough to break the skin on the other mans knuckes.

The onlookers cheered, and money changed hands once again. It was, afterall, a spectacular feat of strength. The cheers only got louder after Riktos placed the majority of his winnings, 450 gold on the bar and shouted "Why the animosity friends? Everyone drinks tonight!" In a cheerful, hearty voice. He was patted on the back multiple times by multiple different people, even the man he had beaten, and it was clear he was now in very good standings with the majority of the den. I personally wouldn't blame them, free alcohol is one of the best icebrakers in any universe.

Riktos didn't see the echange between Roxxii, Wylloh, and the leader of the den. He didn't hear it either. After having a strong mug of drink and a good laugh with the others, he headed towards where he had last seen his companions. Locating Roxxii and Wylloh, he nudged the latter playfully with his shoulder, bending his knees and slumping slightly so he wouldn't smack her on the side of the head because of his height. "I'll be ready to leave when you are. I've scrounged up enough coin to spend a few nights at an inn." Riktos dropped the rest of his gold into Wylloh's hand. By the smile on his face, it was apparent that the friends he'd made in the short amount of time were more valuable to him than any amount of wealth.

@Anaxileah

@Javax

CarpeNoctem1213 · Feb 15, 2017

Dakul Tavvan

Dakul followed the guard with no question, moving deliberately so as to not dislodge the hot presence on his shoulder. He looks around curiously as the cluttered sctreets of Dunheim gave way to sprawling, sculpted gardens of the upper class. The fountains and carefully trimmed plants remind him of his own home: a large manor with khelek olva grown to form humanoid figures, animals, and the like, tended carefully by their servants. He himself had tended to a few of the plants with Ikirthi, his live-in tutor. She had shown him how to manipulate the natural ice within the plants and form them to their will. The memory brings a faint smile to his face, remembering the joy he'd felt the firm time the leaves had twitched and responded to his magic. He looks away from the greenery and up at the estate that the guard is leading them to. It's large, even by his own standards, and immaculate to boot. He wonders how many servants it takes to maintain this place as the guard leads them inside.

Dakul and his group are led to the library, an impressive room, definitely, but the woman standing to greet them commands all attention from the group, drawing even Dakul's eyes from the books. The bird on her shoulder unnerves him, though, something too intelligent about it's dark eyes for his liking. He wonders briefly if it is a familiar, like those of many of the mages at his college, but he senses no magic about her, or even the estate really, so he shrugs it off, but decides to keep an eye on the bird as Pandora leads them into her dining room, where Dakul realizes how famished he is, looking at all the food set out on the huge table. The thought of poison doesn't even cross his mind, but the dragon, who's warm presence suddenly goes missing from his shoulder, seems to purify her food before taking a bite and spitting fire into the air, making Dakul raise his eyebrows ever so slightly.

Dakul gives Pandora a full bow, unhindered by the weight of a small reptile, before taking a seat and putting a reasonable amount of food on his plate, not forgetting his manners even with how hungry he is. After a few moments of eating, he swallows and looks up the table at Pandora. "Amin arwen, I am Lord Dakul Tavvan of Elnthyr, student of the Mage's College of Elnthyr," he said, dispensing the normal noble introductions that had been drilled into him since childhood. "I am grateful for your hospitality. If you do not mind my asking, why the interest in our group?"

Morgrim · Feb 16, 2017

||Morgrim||

Mentions: @HoneyBear-Kat

Mood: Content, Slightly Murderous

Status: Satiated, Quenched, Slightly Tired, In Disguise, Smelling Rancid

Location: Farming Village North of Dunheim

Sure enough a bandit had entered the bathroom, heading for one of the 'toilets' while both Morgrim and Tavrii waited behind one of the walls. The loud, obnoxious sounds of the bloated bandit reliving himself could be heard, and the noxious smell only being added to the entire room, no doubt insulting the Nverian's nose even more. Morgrim scowled behind his hood as the bandit let out a hearty laugh, and sighs of relief, no doubt painting the sewer walls even more brown, and making their journey into the bathroom even more repulsive. Morgrim had had enough at this point, and he lobbed a caustic spell at the bandit. What appeared to be a greenish orb building in his hand, swirling with green and black magic that have a life of its own, he jumped from around the corner, and launched it, just before the bandit had a chance to scream. With a deathly cough blood spurted from his mouth by the pint, staining his leather clothes in crimson, and darkening his tan skin as his life essence escapes him. The blood unable to escape quickly enough from his mouth soon dribbles from his eyes, nose, and ears so that he looked as if he was attacked by a really pissed of bear. His eyes lost all life, but the blood in them prevented them from going grey. The time since Morgrim had felt bad for killing murderers long since past, now it was more of a hobby or daily activity for him.

Morgrim approached the freshly bloodied corpse, and started to remove the clothes from him, it was a perfect fit for Tavrii, so he decided to let the dragon boy handle them. He tossed the clothes to his travelling companion, while the bandit was naked save for an indecent loin cloth. Morgrim had made a comment about borrowing a bandits flesh, and he was not joking. Taking the bandits knife he severed the man's hand, though the flow of blood was pathetic and weak, since most of it had already spewed out of his mouth. Morgrim held his skeletal index finger to the bone inside the hand of the bandit. He released a highly corrosive poison into it that would eat the calcium in the bone, and it quickly rotted away. The exterior looked perfectly normal, but it was actually mostly hollow, enough so that Morgrim could slip it on like a fleshy glove. Next he carved up a piece of the guy's face, and placed it over his own scars and missing flesh, after finally finishing mutilating the corpse for his morbid disguise he melded the flesh onto himself with a weak poison. It won't stick for very long, but at least for the next two hours or so he could pass of as one of the bandits.

Now though they only had one set of bandits clothes, so one would have to act like a bandit, and the other would have to act like the prisoner, all things considered Morgrim still looked like the more off one of the two, so he would be the better prisoner. Morgrim relayed his plan. "Alright Tavrii, I need you to put on these clothes, don't worry about the blood stains, the other bandits will probably just assume you beat the hell out of a prisoner. We need to get into the pantry so that we can poison their food. Fighting them all in open combat would probably get us killed since we don't know how many people there are here, so lets do this quietly, okay?" Morgrim said waiting for them to get dressed up in the outfit of leather armor. For a bandit's outfit it looked very nice. It was form fitting, and padded so it was very comfortable, while it had various metals plates, and lining so that it was still protective, and carried a light weight to it. It was warm to the touch, and still carried the unique scent of leather. No doubt he probably ripped it from the corpse of a dead adventurer, but after this whole thing it could sell for a decent price, especially with the silver metal insignia on it that was probably worth a handful of gold coins alone. While Tavrii was getting dressed he tied a length of rope around both his hands, with just a simple knot, it was a slip knot, so as soon as he pulled it apart in the opposite direction it would come off, but at a glance it should appear to have him bound.

Outside of the bathhouse they could see that the village was composed of three large buildings, the one they came from, the general living area where the villagers would prepare their meals, store food and equipment, and relax, and the barn which had a full stable of horses, farm animals, and plenty of tools, the rest of the buildings were smaller houses that were now occupied by the bandits while the villagers were stuck as prisoners probably living as badly as the animals in the barn. Morgrim kept his hood over his head, and had his head downwards in a meek expression while he hunched over like a frail old man. He might as well look and act the part. The ground around the entire village had been trampled into dirt and dust by various people and animals, only the rare bits of grass actually being present, in the semi large village. Along the wooden walls there was a walkway so that guard patrols can roam around all sides of the village, and two watch towers on the North and South sides for additional protection, and sight. All of it begging the question of how the hell the bandits got in in the first place. Standing alone and resolute at the door of the main building was a bandit, who seemed to be a guard. Both of them would have to get past him without making a large amount of noise. Tavrii better come up with a good lie or two? "Hey what are you doing taking the prisoner over here?! You know they are supposed to be tied up in the barn with the others, they don't deserve to live like us. So why the fuck are you here with them?" 'If this dragon boy can't fool a single bandit I will be so disappointed in them.'

Morgrim · Feb 17, 2017

||PANDORA||

Mentions: @Cass The Mad @CarpeNoctem1213 @Anaxileah @shadowz1995

Mood: N/A

Status:N/A

Location: Dunheim Nobility District - Pandora's Estate

Pandora's smile never left her lips, and didn't quiver for a second even when a little dragon started spewing flames everywhere. All she did was take a sip of her drink, noting to herself that the pixie and the dragon were far more rude towards her hospitality, and the Elf's gratitude being the only one that seemed at least half genuine. She could see right through Ether's ruse, his lie did not stick with her, and his smile false. Still though it would be unladylike of her to complain about these minor transgressions, besides her intent was not the friendliest "That is a very good question Dakul, you see I represent certain parties, and being affiliated such as I am there are certain things I can not do because they may seem excessive or unethical, but I assure you they are perfectly reasonable. The Den a place I am sure you have heard of before is a cesspit for crime and corruption, where vile men go to scheme. I would like you to help me clean the place up a little, you all being unassociated with Dunheim could do this far more easily then I can. I just want to make sure that Dunheim can have a brighter future, and I assure you it can be very rewarding should you succeed." Pandora said while avoiding saying what it really was, murder. She wanted the Den purged of everyone living there, it wouldn't be easy, but with a little help, and proper planing it could be done giving Pandora free reign over the city.

"Let's talk about the reward though. I can promise you all a permanent place in the noble district, unrestricted access to the entire city, a powerful ally, and of course generous funding for any endeavors you may be seeking on your own. Not to mention the satisfaction of knowing you saved a dying city." She said in a sweet tone, no lie could be detected from here whether from expression, or even pulse. She really did think that the place will be far better, and revived under her rule. The entire time she hadn't taken a bite of anything on the table, instead having just watched them eat. Standing at all for corners of the room were servants dressed in uniform, and never uttering a word or making a sound, not even breath could be heard from them. When the group collectively finished their food Pandora gave a curt nod, and they moved in to collect the dishes and trays of extra food, not that there was much left over with how hungry they were. "You do not have to give me an answer tonight, but please do come and stop by tomorrow, tell me what you think, my servant will see you out." The servant she had gestured to was her second in command, a rather unstable looking woman, someone who looked as if they were always scheming something, or had seen something they should not have. She didn't say a word the entire time, a mute that lived only to serve her queen. The woman had black leather clothing, some ornate pieces of jewelry decorated her, but the bone charm necklace was by far unusual, in the shape of an eye with a star in the pupil it seemed more like a badge than a decorative piece. The woman wordlessly escorted them out of the nobility district back to where they were when the first entered the city, and then abandoned them there.

AnimusLight · Feb 22, 2017

Jezebel Ada Batal

Mentioned: @Morgrim @HoneyBear-Kat

"Sir Blacky!" yells Jezebel in frustration. Both her and the large cat's movements have slowed down tremendously. The monk lost track on how long they both have been running and jumping throughout the whole city. Sure, she can run for a long period of time because of her abilities but even she has a limit- that limit slightly creeping up on her, a normal human body. Jezebel is lucky to even be on par with the black panther, seeing that her first attempt at catching him must have injured it in some sort. She hopes the owner won't strangle her to death for harming the enormous pet.

Comically enough, if any of the group were to attempt searching for the young lady, it would be easy. The continuing chase has made a trail of low destruction: tipped over stands, noticeable markings in the ground, puzzled bystanders who question their sanity, etc. Jezebel just wishes for the end of this madness and her body screams for that too. Sir Blacky seems to be not holding any better, glancing back at the monk when he believes he finally shook her off his tail. If animals could sigh, this panther sighed. It's a shame for such an intelligent animal to be in the clutches of an aristocrat; that's probably the reason why she wanted him in the first place. No wonder Sir Blacky wants to be free.

Jezebel doesn't know of this. Her current priority is her weary party that needs a good night sleep before they can rationally think and be at a less weakened state. Another huff of frustration emits from the monk when she notices the sun setting, "When will you give up already! W-we've been-" BREATHE "B-been at it for hours!" Well, she doesn't know how long exactly but it feels like eternity. "W-will you just!-" The panther halts and turns to her, readied in a stance similar to the one when she first encountered the large cat.

Its muscles relax, approaching Jezebel in less intimidating manner. "Huh?" she says out loud. "You're giving yourself up after all this?" The panther is now right in front of her and switches its demeanor back to its ferocious one, lunging at Jezebel. Swiftly, Jezebel yelps, dropping to her back; right when the feline is just over her and ready to claw her, Jezebel's legs push up under the cat's underbelly. The monk rolls back, sending the cat flying over her. Before Sir Blacky could regain his composure, the monk is already on top of it. Sir Blacky fades to black (lol).

Jezebel checks to make sure she didn't kill the poor cat, giving a sigh of relief to know the panther is knocked out and not dead. She lets out an exhausted sigh, lying her face into cat's short fur. She mumbles, "I will never catch someone's pet ever again." After a minute of silence, she gets off the black panther. With one huff, she lifts the cat over her back that the hind legs and the tail are dragging behind. She struggles to reach for the quest slip in the inside her pockets. She glances at the address and agrees that she will need help with directions.

After a few minutes of waddling around with the large cat on her back, she finally gets someone who doesn't run away at the sight of her.

"U-uh."

"Do you know the directions to Mrs. Pendelton's house?" asks Jezebel. She lifts up the cat a bit higher when she feels the body sliding off a bit. The confused stranger examines her from head to toe before getting the clue; he must know Mrs. Pendleton.

"Just take the street up here. Make a right when you notice the security become obnoxiously noticeable. You know when you are going the right way because there's more plants. Mrs. Pendleton's manor will stand out. It's the only house with a multiple shades of purple," he explains. "I'm surprised someone actually took up the quest to find her pet. The aristocrats around here have some club for the elderly. They like to collect exotic animals." He glances at Sir Blacky, "A pity." He shortly waves before leaving Jezebel with the cat.

"Thanks!" she shouts back. She turns towards the street he pointed down to. With one more lift of the cat, Jezebel heads down the street, following the directions of the stranger. The man gave her correct information, that she notices the difference of the richer parts of the city. Jezebel's waddling slows, taking in the sights as she searches for the purple home. And lo and behold, the purple house does stand out; then again, each manor had some special distinction between them. Jezebel shakes her head, not amused, aristocrats....

Minutes later....

"OH MAH DARLINNNN SIR BLACKY!~~~"

Jezebel had to only wait for one minute at the front door before Mrs. Pendelton showed up. The inside and outside of her house matched her outward personality. But oddly enough, her elderly frail appearance doesn't match the flamboyant outfit she wears. The fluffy dress bounces at every step as she makes her way to her pet panther. Two people behind her roll a large cage. Oh boy... Jezebel eyes the cage with distaste; is this panther forced to live in such a cage? The two handlers carry the large cat into the cage, locking Sir Blacky inside. The panther stirs, probably noticing the cold metal bottom. He stays quiet, looking at Jezebel with a hateful glint.

Mrs. Pendelton turns to the monk, "Thank you so much, dear adventurer! Here's the payment for returning him!" She hands her a pouch full of gold. Jezebel shuffles uncomfortably before looking inside the contents. The young lady asks, "Will this be enough for nine people to sleep at an inn?" Jezebel doesn't know about the additional members of the group that have joined.

"Oh you poor child. Does your family need a place to stay?" asks Mrs. Pendelton. Jezebel holds back a choke; did she just assume her group party is her family. Boy, if she ever mentioned that to them, most of them would be rolling on the floor laughing. Jezebel responds, "Not my family... but friends? If you are offering, I would like to consider it though. I need to asking them first."

"Yes, deary. Anyone who helps me is a friend. I treat my friends right!" Mrs. Pendelton sees Jezebel out, "And do tell me soon! I would love to hear you youngster's adventures!" The monk internally cringes; if only she knew there are some members who are probably older than her human life. The young woman waves back, feeling guilt once she sees the face of Sir Blacky before the door closes.

She wasn't in-debt to the lady. Jezebel's heart tells her to repay Sir Blacky a visit under the cover of night. An animal like that should be free and Jezebel hates the fact that she only saw this for money. I'll see you soon then, Jezebel stares at the purple manor for a few seconds before heading back to where she left Morgrim and Eleniel. Maybe they had a better time than chasing a panther all around Dunheim and feeling bad after getting the reward.

Morgrim · Feb 26, 2017

You all figure now is a good time to regroup since like six of you just had a powerful badass telling you to meet them tomorrow. You all think it will be a good idea to meet at the tavern in the Order's guild hall. You will do this, or be attacked by a thousand Al birbs.

CarpeNoctem1213 · Mar 12, 2017

Tags:

shadowz1995

Anaxileah

Raven Kade

Location:

Dunheim noble district

Mood:

Suspicious

Notes:

ar-edainme: noblewoman

Health:

85/100

Dakul listens to Pandora's offer, keeping his face neutral as the increasingly more suspicious ar-edainme beseeches the gathered group's aid to "clean the place up," as it were. He's never much been a fan of stuffy nobles, but nobles who actively see themselves as above others irritate him to no end. It's one thing to know that you hold more power than common people, it's another entirely to act upon it and treat those below you like nothing more than things to be brushed aside when they get in your way. Dakul himself, admittedly, was like that at one point in his life, but studying at the college taught him that money can't buy competence, and some of the most powerful students had no money to their name. This woman also seems to be pulling the standard noble practice of working through unaffiliated groups to further their own ends without any connection back to them, an already shady practice made even shadier by the sincerity in her voice.

Thankfully she gives them until the next day to answer. Dakul hopes that the other group's offer is better than their own, because, at least for now, Dakul would rather not have to deal with Pandora any more. He bows again when she dismisses them, mutters a quick, "My Lady," and follows the unnerving servant woman out of the estate, keeping silent until he's sure that they are well out of earshot, which is actually several streets down, just in case. "I'm not sure I trust that woman. We need to discuss our next move with the others before we decide anything," he says, looking sideways at the other members of the party, not slowing his stride as he turns toward the guild hall that Morgrim had told them to regroup.

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