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Post by Myst on Nov 6, 2019 20:43:15 GMT -5
(Shout out time me falling asleep and missing my alarm)
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Post by Amber on Nov 6, 2019 20:52:45 GMT -5
(Oh that really sucks! Though at least it wasn't like a two hour long rest or something equally crazy. Good luck on your assignments nonetheless.)
Oswald chuckled. It was diffcult to imagine the stoic guard being anything other than uncaring or grumpy. The thought that the demon even had other feelings somewhat surprised the young man. "Well that's good to know. Last thing I want is to be on his bad side." The two had to travel together and if he somehow made the demon mad, he didn't want to deal with it the entire trip. Even if he was protected by Kiran, the thought of a demon hating him made the half-orc uncomfortable though he did doubt Cruva would try anything. Maybe he actually wouldn't care too much of the prince's questions. At least that's what the Mithran hoped.
A fresh drink came for the half-orc as his companion spoke. Kiran had a point. Their situation wasn't nearly as dire as the one from his tale. Captain Azara had been terrorizing the coast for years. The massecure, while a terrible event, was a sudden one-time thing. Would the gods help the royals deal with something like that? A part of Oswald doubted that they would, though another part was hopeful. "Well we need to know who this Ga-Julei Ga-Julei Hey they did what they did, don't we? Perhaps we can appeal that to the gods if we wanted?" The prince had no idea if his plan would even work, however it was worth a shot. When his ancestor need aid aganist the captain, Ladon answered with a serpant. And of course that was hardly the only myth to have that sort of thing happen. If there was one thing he thought the gods cared about, that would be the safety of the kingdoms who worshipped them. So perhaps they would be willing to help the royals.
As they changed topic once more and Kiran began to speak, Oswald couldn't help but frown. It sounded so lonely. Sure his siblings got on his nerves too many times to count, however he also wouldn't change a thing about his family. It was chaotic, messy, and full of arguements but also fun, exciting, and supportive. "Being close with your parents is a good thing. But it sounds lonely by your words. Even with spoiling it still doesn't sound like the best situation." The prince paused for a moment, hoping he didn't insult his ally. "I mean no offense to that, of course. Was there anyone you could talk to in the castle who was around your age?" The prince's own siblings were all within a few years of each other. As the oldest of five, his youngest sibling was only around eight years younger than himself and they were rather close.
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The thief had hours of nothing on her hands and was without supervision. The royals were still in the tavern and there was no sign of that demon guard around. Of course that was all as far as she knew. She was free, at least for a little while. Kell decided to take the opportunity to explore the town. It wasn't huge, but there were enough nooks and crannies to discover there. As she walked on the main paths, various sights caught her senses. Food vendors were selling their dishes to hungry passersby while there seemed to be performers at almost every street corner. Children were playing their games as their parents shopped through the market. She, surprisingly, hadn't seen any guards. Or at least people who looked like guards. It wouldn't surprise her if they were among the crowd, blending in and watching for any trouble that could arise.
Traveling through the streets was diffcult due to the amount of people around. Quickly growing annoyed and antsy with her surroundings, Kellan looked towards the roofs once again. She decided she was going to climb the buildings, which would make travle quicker. After weaving through the crowd towards her target, she managed to get to the side of one of the buildings. Quickly assessing her path, she began her ascent to the top. It didn't take much work to reach the roof as she pulled herself up. Once she was on her feet, she looked out and took in the scenery beyond the town. In the distance, the mountains stood proud while clouds swirled lazily above them. Gryphons were still flying above, elegantly soaring through the sky. It was a rather lovely sight. Kell turned her focus away and began to look for something fun to do.
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Post by Myst on Nov 6, 2019 22:16:50 GMT -5
(true true – lucky the assignment that’s due at midnight is pretty easy so I’m not super worried about it)
Kiran grinned, nodding at him as she took a gulp of her drink. She wasn’t entirely sure that the demon had a ‘bad side’ to be on. So far, it seemed he either tolerated somebody or had plans to rip them to pieces. Otherwise, it seemed that he never put too much thought into others. Sure, he was easily irritated and the like, but as far as she knew, he never harbored any specific negative feelings toward anybody. Although, she didn’t have a way to prove this idea she had conceived about him.
As the conversation turned to the gods, she princess listened to his words attentively. Well, they could very well appeal to the gods but there was still the chance that they wouldn’t answer. Besides, this was a small event in the face of a kingdom being attacked continuously by one person for several years. Still, she considered his words carefully… Or as carefully as she could at this current time. “I don’t know – I’m sure we could at least try but I don’t even know how.” Pausing, she took another swig of her mead, noting that she’d gone through most of this one already. “I don’t even know which god to contact.”
On the topic of family, she wasn’t sure what else to say. When she wasn’t with her parents, she was likely with a servant or just wandering around the palace on her own. Still, it wasn’t as if she grew up being upset over not having siblings. Still, it definitely would’ve been nice. “It’s fine, I know you didn’t mean anything by it,” the freckled woman responded. Though, she considered the question. “Not really, though there were a few servants I was very close with. One would even help me sneak out when I was younger.” She grinned at the thought of it.
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“I don’t owe you a thing.”
The demon laughed then, finally stopping in front of the man. “You didn’t do your research. When you summon a demon, there must be a payment.” This was something he knew all too well. He’d met a few summoners who tried to skip out on payment – they hadn’t lived very long. If it continued like this, it wouldn’t end any differently.
Sadly, it seemed it would end at least a little differently. He could tell the human was weighing his options. He was silent for a moment, in which the demon only watched him. In this silence, his irritation was growing. He didn’t have time for this, yet the man before him seemed to think he was well above him. It also seemed he was forgetting which of them could rip somebody in half without a weapon.
“How would you feel about souls?”
“Demons no longer take souls as payment. Let me be very clear with you.” Cruva reached forward, picking the man up by the collar of his shirt. “I want to know where Ga-Julei is. I want to know where you’re meeting with them next. I want to know why they want this information, and I want to know who hired them.” His words were little more than hisses, and his teeth were bared. Sure, he didn’t have access to his magic right now, but he was well-armed naturally.
The man found himself struggling against the demon’s grip, legs flailing a little. “Release me! I’m meant to join the royal court once I’ve done my job!” He had been promised a position as one of the queen’s wizards once he’d done what he was hired to do. He wasn’t going to lose out on this position because some lowly demon wanted to threaten him.
The guard stared at him before he turned, throwing the magic-user against a wall. The man shouted with the force of the impact, however by the time he opened his eyes the summoned creature was standing over him. “Royal court?” He picked the man up again, this time holding him against the wall. “Is that your payment? Some measly job on the court?”
He was quickly met with a blast of fire to the chest. Dropping the man, Cruva looked down, brushing off the flames. It stung, but it didn’t do all the damage fire was meant to do. A deep growl rumbled from his chest, anger flaring up suddenly. “Do you know who I am?” He roared, looking at the wizard who was only just now standing back up. “I’m the third prince of wrath! You dare try to burn me?” He was loud, not that he cared. It was likely the the rucous that was starting outside would obscure his voice to those who weren't listening for it. Outside of the building, street fights were picking up. They started quickly, encompassing large groups of people as more joined in over time. The demon’s sheer rage was enough to prickle at other’s emotions and cause them to turn on each other. If he were paying attention like he typically did, he would notice these fights outside the window. It was rare that he got this angry, but when he did, it wasn’t pretty.
He picked the man up again, but this time, one of his tails wrapped around his wrists, spikes digging into delicate flesh easily. He yanked, ripping the wizard’s right arm clean off. The subject screamed out in pain, face paling almost instantly. “Not so high and mighty now, huh? Give me what I want and maybe you’ll get to keep your other arm.” He was still screaming. It was annoying. Another tail wrapped around the man’s arm, curling around the entirety of his forearm, spikes impaling flesh slower this time. “I’m losing my patience,” Cruva hissed, pulling him closer.
“W-wait! Everything I know- it’s in his letter. I-it’s in my pocket, I swear!” There were tears in his eyes, blood pouring from his right shoulder, and he was twice as pale as he’d been five minutes ago. He wanted to vomit; the pain was so back. Still, he did his best to keep his shaky breathing that was bordering hyperventilation under control as a clawed hand found into way into his pouches.
True to his word, the letter was from Ga-Julei. It detailed their next meeting, all of the desired information, and a smaller payment that would come before he gained his position on the court. He threw the man again, this time to the other side of the room, barely looked up as he yelled out in pain once again. He skimmed the paper briefly, knowing he would keep it and bring it back to the tavern. If he ever got out, that was. With one less limb, the wizard would be unable to remove the enchantment.
This only angered him further despite the fact that it was his fault.
Both sets of eyes turning on the man again, a malicious grin spread across his maw. “I’ll be having some more fun with you.” And he did, torturing the man for all he was worth. The fights outside only continued to grow, taking up more space and becoming more violent. By the time he finished the magic user, the man was unrecognizable, and was missing his heart. Cruva himself had acquired a few burns in various areas from coming in contact with the walls. Despite the burns, he was in his true state. For the past twenty minutes, it was as if he had never spent six years here, learning from and living amongst the humans.
When he was satisfied, he turned his attention to the walls holding him captive. There was only one window, and he wasn’t sure he’d fit through it. Still, he decided to sustain a burn on his tails, breaking the glass easily. Then he got to work, forcing himself through the window. He suffered many burns on his arms legs, and some on his chest, but after about twenty seconds, he found himself landing in an alley in the middle of a group who simply continued to fight around him.
It’d been a long time since he’d properly engaged in his demonic tendencies – he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t missed this.
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Post by Amber on Nov 6, 2019 23:03:23 GMT -5
(Ah sweet! Love it when things work out neatly like that.)
The prince shrugged. "It's worth a try," the man reassured. "There are plenty of things we can experiment with and see what works. Assuming any of the ideas do. As for which god, well that would be a whole other story. Though my guess would be one of the Zaestrin deities considering it happened in your kingdom." Mithrans were slaughtered too, but he hoped they would get a better chance if they could try contacting on of the desert's gods. Assuming they even could in the first place. There was a lot of unknowns with the possiblity. Perhaps they could ask Cruva or Tempest if they knew anything about the topic. He doubted either did, but it also didn't hurt to ask. Speaking of the both of them, neither were in the room. They had both disappeared. If he wasn't having a good conversation with Kiran, he would've wanted to look for the thief. But he was ultimately not too worried about her. She hadn't tried for an escape yet, why would she now?
He shifted his attention back towards Kiran as she spoke. A smile tugged at his lips as she talked about her servants. "Lucky! Whenever I tried to sneak out and one of the staff caught me, I would always be brought back to my parents. They were never happy with my escape attempts." Oswald was half way done with his second drink and already feeling tipsy. The wise thing to do would be stopping. However he was enjoying his time with Kiran as well as the ale. Besides, they were on a break and were safe in the tavern. What was the worst that could happen?
Silence had fallen briefly between the pair again. Oswald took another sip of his ale, a question on his mind. After a moment, the prince finally built up the nerve to ask the princess something that had been on his mind for days. "What's the plan once we actually get to the castle? Ask to hold a meeting with the royals?" He didn't want to talk too much business, especially while in the tavern. However they were getting close to the Ereva capital and needed some type of plan sooner rather than later. They couldn't fight their way out of everything and had to make their next moves carefully.
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As the thief made her way from roof to roof, she could hear fighting coming from below. She steered clear of it. Where there was a fight, there were guards. Where there were guards, there was a chance she could get caught. Of course she wasn't guilty of anything that they would know of, however it was just easier not to deal with them. From the rooftops she kept an eye on the streets below. The brawl was now behind her and it seemed most people stayed away from the chaos. With distracted locals about, she caught a couple of thieves taking advantage of the distraction. Kellan nodded approvingly. Although she liked to give most of her marks a far chance, typical thieves were opportunists. It made sense, of course. If you didn't steal you wouldn't have the necessities in life like food or warm clothing.
Turning her attention away from the group, she continued on her path to nowhere. Truthfully she had no idea what she was doing. She was just going wherever felt natural or seemed the most interesting. The thief didn't know what to expect, but would also be ready for whatever came her way.
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Post by Myst on Nov 6, 2019 23:15:44 GMT -5
(okay also I'm heckin' sorry ya bois part was so long I just like. Crammed it all in there)
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Post by Amber on Nov 6, 2019 23:21:48 GMT -5
(Pft don't worry about it. I enjoyed reading it and I sort of did the same thing with Kell earlier.)
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Post by Myst on Nov 6, 2019 23:45:29 GMT -5
(ahhhh alright - I didn't realize how long it actually was cause I put it together in a word document first and then I posted it and I was like OH)
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Post by Amber on Nov 6, 2019 23:51:26 GMT -5
(Haha I do the same thing, so that kind of thing happens often. I've lost way too much work to not put everything in some type of word document before posting it. Also I don't mean to be pushy or anything, but have you updated my character stuff with the new things I sent you a few days ago?)
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Post by Myst on Nov 6, 2019 23:55:30 GMT -5
(Honestly, big big mood cause I refuse to lose any of my posts to my dumb laptop - and ahh sorry I haven't, Ive been doing a lot of work from my phone in terms of posts so I haven't gotten the chance - lemme do it now while I'm still on my laptop)
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Post by Amber on Nov 7, 2019 0:04:47 GMT -5
(Exactly! Also no worries, editing from the phone is such a pain. Anyway sounds good, thanks.)
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Post by Myst on Nov 7, 2019 0:06:54 GMT -5
(No problem! I just took care of it so it should be correct in there now)
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Post by Amber on Nov 7, 2019 0:18:28 GMT -5
(Yeah thanks again.)
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Post by Myst on Nov 7, 2019 0:23:11 GMT -5
(Yeet! I’ll reply tomorrow cause I just finished both assignments and my class is heckin early tomorrow)
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Post by Amber on Nov 7, 2019 0:27:14 GMT -5
(Sounds good to me! Also yay for assignments being done!)
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Post by Myst on Nov 7, 2019 9:24:39 GMT -5
Kiran nodded, knowing he was right. They wouldn’t know the outcome of anything if they didn’t try. Even still, she couldn’t help but worry that they wouldn’t receive an answer at all or just a blatant rejection. Honestly, she didn’t know which was worse. Even still, it wouldn’t hurt to just try and make it happen, right? “Alright… I think, maybe Aneth or Julko… Vistri guides our people. Aneth and Julko both provide and protect the people in different ways.” She sat in thought for a moment, sipping at her drink in the meantime. It was almost gone… She’d have to get another. “I’m not sure. I’ll have to look into them I suppose.”
Back on the topic of family, she brightened up significantly. As Oswald spoke, she couldn’t help but grin at him. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I was dragged back to my parents time and time again. I just so happened to have two servants who would help me get out sometimes.” Her parents surely were not happy with her each time she got caught, but it never deterred her from going out anyways. As a child, the freckled woman would sneak out at night at least four times a week, either to take out one of the horses or a gryphon for a joyride. She’d even been caught night hunting with the cerberus when she was sixteen.
It wasn’t until he posed a question that she even felt slightly serious. She finished off her mead before answering the question, not quite sure what she would be doing. Every token she had found had been intricate, indicating that they came from somebody that was higher up. She at least had that – in fact, she’d brought a few of them with her as proof. As for a full plan, she only sighed, waving over the barmaid once more. “I’m not asking for anything, I’m making demands. They owe me answers. There will be no meetings. I’m going to show up and demand what I’m owed.” It wasn’t a great plan. It was far from a great plan. Sadly, as it stood, the alcohol was setting in, and by the time she finished her third drink, she would definitely be drunk.
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The demon looked around him, a grin spreading across his face at the sight of the violence that was spreading. Ah, how satisfying – he didn’t even have to try to keep this going. So, he found himself entering the main streets, walking through the crowds and leaving fights in his wake. He dragged his claws against walls, leaving fire in the scores as he did so. It’d been too long since he’d just let himself be. It felt good… Maybe a little too good.
Glancing down at the paper in his free hand, he realized this was not what he should be doing. How had he let this get so far? He was well aware of his current state of being quite suddenly. He was decently injured, the main streets were filled with fights, some people now pulling knives on others, and he looked back and was met with burn marks on some buildings. To top it all off, he was covered in blood that was not his own and burns from whatever room he’d initially been summoned into.
He turned suddenly, hauling himself onto the roof of a slightly taller building. The burns were too extensive for him to reclaim his human form – he’d have to wait at least a couple hours. With a snap of his fingers, the civilians down below all seemed to come to their senses. While a few now lay dead, the majority of the crowds were simply confused, unsure as to why they had been fighting each other. The demon turned, surveying the rooftops. He couldn’t return to the tavern like this, as he was lucky enough to be causing fights that turned people’s attention away from his appearance. Up here, he likely wouldn’t be spotted.
But the tavern? He’d be attacked on sight.
Looking around, he caught sight of a figure that was mildly recognizable. If he was right, it was the thief… She could take the paper. So, he started his trek leaping across rooftops, often alternating from running normally and something more wolf-like depending on how he landed on the next roof.
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Post by Amber on Nov 7, 2019 13:02:55 GMT -5
Although he nodded in agreement, Oswald didn't know much about the Zaestrin gods beyond a few facts or stories. But if Kiran thought Aneth and Julko were their best bet, he would trust her judgement. Their conversation eventually shifted to their families. The princess seemed more comfortable talking about that, which was good. He laughed along as she spoke, glad he wasn't the only one to get into trouble. "Well sometimes is a positive I think. You know what, that's another thing about siblings. If they found out I was sneaking out, they would either want in or they would tell my parents. Actually they would still tell my parents even if I said they could come with me." He remembered one time in particular when he was almost out of the castle. His sister wanted to go with him and when he said no, she yelled for their parents. He had gotten into so much trouble because a screaming princess raised alarm bells. Literally.
Guilt tugged at the man's chest as he asked about their plans in Ereva. He didn't want to ruin the friendly conversation, but he had to ask the question. As the princess explained her plans, Oswald couldn't help but smile. He admired her confidence and believed they would be successful in their mission. At least he felt more hopeful. With a determined smile, he lifted his cup into the air. "Well I can drink to that." The prince quickly downed the rest of his drink with a grin. He regretted it, though tried not to show it. When the barmaid came by signled by Kiran, he requested his third drink.
As a fresh ale was placed in front of him, the half-orc thought it would be a good time to change the conversation. He had been enjoying having a friendly conversation with Kiran and wanted to contiune that. They had stopped in the town to take a break from their work. Bringing up just that seemed to defeat the purpose. After taking a sip, the young man spoke again. "So is there any place you've always wanted to visit?" It was a simple question, though one that would hopefully distract them from their mission for the time being.
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Kellan was unaware of the demon behind her. Her focus was caught by still trying to find something to do. None of the buildings in the town were large enough to actually be fun to climb, which was disappointing to the thief. As she took a look over the town, she could hear something behind her. It sounded like someone else was on the roof. In a quick, elegant motion, Kell reached for one of her daggers and faced whoever was there.
(Sorry about the length. It's shorter than what I usually do.)
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Post by Myst on Nov 7, 2019 16:35:51 GMT -5
The freckled princess nodded to his words. Soon enough, though, she found herself laughing as he recounted how incidents including his siblings would go. Now, she could never attest to that, but she could only imagine. After all, she’d wanted to go everywhere with her parents and would throw a fit if she hadn’t been allowed to do so. The only difference was, she couldn’t exactly tell on them. Still, she couldn’t help but be amused by the idea of getting caught simply because a sibling wanted to go along as well.
It wasn’t long before she was receiving her third cup of mead. In reality, she didn’t have an actual plan. She’d fight her way up into the palace if she had to, but what she would do after that she didn’t know. Still, for now, this was all she had, and she couldn’t really think of much else at this point. It’d take less than half of this drink for her to be officially drunk. When he said he could drink to that and raised his cup, she grinned, following suit. When she brought it back down, she chugged a little more than half of the drink.
The conversation quickly turned to something different. Something she hadn’t expected. When he posed the question, however, Kiran smiled at him. “I want to go inside of a sphinx!” The creatures were truly something. “They’re like walking caves – you have to answer a riddle or something before they let you in, but they’re so cool!”
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The demon kept his eyes on her as she approached, claws leaving scores in the rooftops he jumped off of as he traveled. He was lucky – he was a long-limbed demon, which allowed him to cover ground quickly despite not being inherently fast. Still, it didn’t take him long to catch up with her. Though, it seemed he didn’t go unnoticed. Soon enough she was turning to face him, in which time she slid to a stop, leaving four sets of claw marks in the roof. He was maybe two paces away from her when he stood up, assessing her.
Honestly, Cruva didn’t quite care for where the other was headed. What he did care about were the questions she may pose in reference to his current appearance. An injured, blood-covered demon was not a common sight and was even a little worrying if you were traveling with it. Still, he held out the paper in his hand, which had gotten a bit crumpled in his travels. Still, it was legible. He elected not to say anything unless she spoke first, figuring it would likely be better that way.
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Post by Amber on Nov 7, 2019 17:44:46 GMT -5
Oswald was close to being drunk and he hadn't even drank a quarter of his new ale. However he continued to drink anyway, allowing himself to enjoy the chance to relax. He gazed at Kiran as she answered his last question. A sphinx was an interesting choice. The prince offered a smile and slowly nodded along. He didn't know much about the stone creatures, but they sounded amazing. "They sound amazing! I can see why you would want to see one on the inside. It sounds fun. Would it be any dangerous, though? And how do you get inside after answering the riddle?"
He paused for a moment to take another gulp of his drink. He was about half way done with it now and trying to keep up with the princess. He was impressed by the woman's ability to hold her alcohol. He wasn't so lucky, however. He was starting to feel the effects of drunkenness and would probably feel terrible the next day. He didn't quite care for that, however. He was enjoying himself and wouldn't stop until Kiran did.
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The thief let out a soft sigh. It was only the guard. She put her weapon away and crossed her arms. He came to a stop a few places ahead and was silent. Kell eyed him for a moment, wondering what he wanted and slightly curious about what happened to him. Cruva was bloodied and in his demon form. He didn't say anything as he held out a piece of paper. The blonde titled her head slightly, curious as to what it was.
"You look terrible," she noted with an amused glimmer in her eyes. She reached the the paper and carefully grabbed it. He didn't seem to object, so it was probably fine. "Anyway, what's this?" She took a quick look over the blood-stained and crumbled paper. It appeared to be a note or letter of some kind. There was no offical stamp or marking to make it offical, which likely meant it was some type of contact between criminals. The wording within the letter also seemed to avoid outright stating what was wanted by whoever wrote it. It was common with correspondence with outlaws. Kell glanced towards the guard again, ever more curious as to what happened with him. Of course she wouldn't ask. If he wanted her to know he would state it out right.
(Should we do time skip a couple of hours ahead?)
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Post by Myst on Nov 7, 2019 18:31:25 GMT -5
Kiran herself was just about drunk, though was likely to finish her drink anyways. At this point, she was just drinking for the fun of it rather than forcing herself to relax. She didn’t normally drink this much, finding that she hated the after affects that followed after sobering up. While she never really vomited or anything like that, the migraines, sensitivity to light, and overall heavy feeling her body had were extremely unpleasant for her. Despite this, however, she did finish off her drink. So far, the only difference was that she didn’t flag down the barmaid for another.
Instead, she found herself doing her best to focus on Oswald’s question. Right! Getting inside! “It’s so cool - some Sphinx lay down, and a door in their chest opens and closes behind you, or other ones let you in through their mouths. It’s so wild cause, like, no matter where you go in, it’s just like a cave.” They were interesting creatures because they just existed. It was told that Aneth created the Sphinx as she saw fit, filling them with riches. Rumor had it that the largest Sphinx in existence contained piece of armor for her future champion.
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As she sheathed her knife, Cruva noted the way she looked him over. It was fair, honestly. He knew what he looked like right now, and it was far from fantastic. Even still, her comment did amuse him a bit, a slight grin spreading across his maw as she took the stolen letter. The most important detail was the location of the next meeting with Ga-Julei the three summoners were meant to have. It wasn’t tomorrow, but the next day. Alongside this, it was the only notable information on the paper. “I was summoned by a trio hired by our infamous Ga-Julei - that letter details the location of their next meeting, likely in the evening.” He paused, watching as she looked over the paper in her hands. It wasn’t as if it was signed or anything, but he knew who it was from which was all the mattered.
As she looked back up at him once more, he only gave a slight nod. “I’m sure you can imagine how it went. Just hold on to that - I can’t go back for a few hours.” While he didn’t mind, he was rather noticeable like this. Honestly, he wished he could say it was just because of the blood. Still, he’s at least get to enjoy this despite his injuries for at least three hours.
(Sure! That’s sounds good to me!)
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Post by Amber on Nov 7, 2019 19:41:10 GMT -5
(Hey if you don't mind, I'm going to do the time skip in Kell's post.)
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Post by Myst on Nov 7, 2019 19:43:43 GMT -5
(Yeah dude that’s totally fine!)
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Post by Amber on Nov 7, 2019 19:47:20 GMT -5
(Alrighty, sounds good.)
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Post by Amber on Nov 7, 2019 19:55:39 GMT -5
The half-orc blinked. It all sounded so spectacular. "I would love to see that, honestly. It sounds like quite the sight to behold. Have you ever seen it for yourself or is it just things you heard from stories?" It was likely she hadn't seen it first hand, however he still was curious to find out. He noticed Kiran hadn't ordered another drink. Maybe it was time to stop for the moment and let the drinks they already had settle. After all, the thought of vomiting wasn't appealing to Oswald. In fact any of the common symptoms of drinking alcohol was off putting for the man.
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Kell blinked in surprise. She had maybe expected him to acknowledge his current state but not give her the basic story. As he spoke, the thief folded the page and shoved it deep in her pocket. It would safe with her. She glanced back towards Cruva as he continued to speak.
"Sounds rough, though I would hate to see the other guy," she mused. Demons, from what she heard, were dangerous to deal with when made angry or in a fight. She could only imagine what the guard had done to whoever summoned him. "Anyway the note will be safe with me until you need it. See you in a few hours I suppose." Without waiting for a reply from the man, Kell turned her attention to another roof. With a running start, she jumped across, letting the momentum guide her. She found herself smiling as she sailed through the air and landing gracefully on the roof. With the new discovery of the letter as well as the coming meeting with the contact, Kell couldn't help but wonder if there was somehow a connection between the two.
-Time Skip-
Hours passed after the initial meeting with the mercenary. Kell made her way back to the ally from earlier. Cassandra was already there waiting, though she was alone. They would likely meet the orc's contact elsewhere, which made sense. A random alleyway wasn't the best place to hold a conversation about a sensitive topic. "Hey, Tempest. You ready?" She asked evenly. The thief simply nodded and offered a smile in reply. Like before, the blonde followed the mercenary to the building from earlier. As it became darker, there were less people about. It made traveling through the town easier and they could keep a better eye on anyone who may follow them.
They quickly reached the building from earlier to the same situation. The man looked through the peephole and let the pair in. Cassandra led the way to a back room. This one, however, was nicer than the one from before. The seats were cushioned and a few decorations and paintings hung from the wall. Sitting at the large table in the center was a woman clothed in a nice dark blue dress. She sat expectantly for the women, giving a small nod as they entered. She signled for them to sit down as she spoke. "Ah so you're the famous Tempest I keep hearing about from our dear Cassandra."
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Post by Myst on Nov 8, 2019 12:31:39 GMT -5
In the past few hours, the demon had left the town entirely. It wasn't hard - they were only just inside the borders of the kingdom, and finding a river in this region to scrub the blood from his skin and dreads hadn't been too taxing. It'd taken at least an hour, as he hadn't realized just how much of the other's blood he'd been covered in. Still, he managed to get it all off before making his way back into the town and taking to the rooftops once more. He wandered for the time being, causing mischief and starting fights.
After another two hours had passed, he was finally to sustain his injuries enough to reclaim the form his summoner preferred. The burns were still present on his skin, but at least he looked presentable to the public. Making his way back down into the streets, Cruva finally made his way back to the tavern. For the time being, he wouldn't bother relaying the events of the past few hours to the party. All that mattered was that it had happened, and Tempest currently had the letter.
Inside the tavern, Over the last few hours, Kiran had ordered three more cups of mead against what would have been her better judgement. However, the phrase 'better judgement' did not currently exist in her mind. She was far past drunk at this point, and was a little too close to blacking out. Not that she could tell - as far as she knew, she was having a wonderful time.
She'd danced with a few strangers, though did always return to the table at some point, switching between talking about things she would love to do and how much she hated not being home right now. The princess was having problems controlling her emotions at the current moment, and honestly, didn't really seem to even be trying to keep them in check.
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Post by Amber on Nov 8, 2019 13:55:43 GMT -5
The half-orc was hopelessly drunk and had only had four and a half drinks. Of course only was putting it lightly. It was a lot for someone who didn't drink often and didn't have a high tolerance for alcohol. He barely noticed the guard come in, though it wasn't like he was trying to pay attention. His focus had mostly been on Kiran and the other patrons in the bar. Even still, it was diffcult to keep focus on those things. Despite his drunkenness, the half-orc was enjoying the relaxed atmosphere and time spent in the tavern. After the serpant story he told to the princess, he had drawn a small group with more stories and tales from Mithra. Of course, it gave away that he was some type of scholar from the kingdom, but he wasn't concern. Mostly because he was too intoxicated to care.
Currently he was telling the tale of the Mothran Civil War. It happened in the early days of the kingdom with Ladon and Indra on opposing sides while Maren was a neutral party. It was a grand story of war, betrayal, and sacrifice, which seemed to capture the attention of may in the tavern. Unfortunately in his current state he slured his words and forgot some details. It didn't seem to matter to the other patrons, however. They seemed to be enjoying themselves.
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The thief already didn't like the strange woman. There was something unusually dangerous about her. It was off-putting. Despite it, the thief wasn't about to let the stranger know how she felt. The contact wanted information on Oswald and it would be a foolish opportunity to pass up by the thief. "Yup, that's me," Kell replied with a shrug. The stranger was diffcult to read as she flatly gazed at the blonde. She was likely trying to read the thief herself, though would have trouble unless she had some type of magic to grant her insight on Kellan.
"You can call me Belladona. It's not my real name, though. Like you I don't like using it if I can avoid it," the stranger began after a moment. Kell was silent, still trying to study the contact. She couldn't pick up anything obvious from Belladona, so she went ahead and spoke up.
"I think we can agree there's been enough small talk, let's just cut to the chase. What exactly do you want me for? Cassandra filled me in on some details earlier, but I'm not quite clear what you or your employer are looking for." Kell wasn't usually so curt with people she met. Even the orc glanced at her, slightly confused at her words. However there was something about the woman that really bothered her, but she didn't know what. That only made it worse. Belladona offered a smile. She seemed almost amused with the thief.
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Post by Myst on Nov 8, 2019 17:58:19 GMT -5
Kiran had vanished once more, dancing with those who weren't wrapped up in the prince's stories. She was having one hell of a good time, not too sure of where she was in time and space, but she was definitely having fun. She changed dancing partners fluidly, not really minding the way people came and went. Not that she'd remember any of this anyway - she'd blacked out about two and a half drinks ago. Still, there was nothing stopping the odd amount of joy she was feeling. It had been quite some time since she'd danced in a crowd like this, and despite the way she stumbled occasionally because of her drunken state, it seemed others were enjoying it as well.
The princess was being twirled away, landing against somebody else's chest and giggling. She didn't bother looking up, rather insisting that they dance with her. However, she found the figure was unmoving, and she pouted. "C'mon, it'll be fun!" she grinned, finally looking up at him. "Oh, Cruva! Great timing, dance with me!"
"You need to go to-"
"C'mon!" she was whining now, staring up at him with the best puppy dog eyes she could manage in this state. Sadly, they weren't good enough as he shook his head, instead of asking where Oswald was. "He's over at the table tellin' some cool stories - you should listen!" And with that, she vanished into the crowd once more to find a different dance partner.
Rolling his eyes (though a bit fondly), the demon turned and made his way over to the indicated table to the find the half-orc.
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Post by Amber on Nov 8, 2019 19:03:40 GMT -5
The audience was captivated as Oswald paused for a moment, letting his words hang. "So what happened next?" One of the drunk customers asked. The prince smiled.
"Well Lady Cordeila was facing aganist her adversary bloodied, wounded, and on her last legs. She was losing. Feeling as she had no other choice, she called upon the Ladon for help. With storms brewing on the Urchin's side and the sea serpants coming to Cordeila's aid, it would be their final fight. Lightning struck down and killed the serpants while the scaley beasts managed to break through the Urchin's blockade. Fuled on pure stubbornness and their own anger the two headed to Peral Isalnd to have their final clash." Oswald paused for a moment. He had captured the people's attention and couldn't help but love it. People were captivated with his story and hung onto his every word. With another smile the man continued his tale.
"The leaders reached the island, landing on opposing sides if the beach. As the faced each other, they drew their weapons out. It's said they exchanged the famous words. 'Where do you plan on taking?' Lady Cordelia asked. 'To your grave.' The Urchin answered. The lady smiled. 'I wouldn't expect anything else.' They began their fight, swords clashing and spells flying between them. Unfortunately they were equal match. Urchin and Lady Cordelia were ready for death, and would bring their people down with then. It's said a massive wave destroyed their forces and fought back the serpants and the storm. The two stopped their fight as a wave crashed over Peral Isalnd. They believed it was Maren herself forcing them to stop their slaughter. It took a few months, but the two eventually came to an agreement and were able to end the civil war. Together they ruled the kingdom in peace until their deaths."
His story was ended. Some patrons cheered while others raised their cups in the air. The half-orc prince was grinning proudly. His attention turned from the gathered crowd to Cruva as the guard approched. He gave a drunken smile and lazily waved to the demon.
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"You're a smart one," the contact finally said after a moment. Her tone was condencending fit with a smile that was neither friendly or warm. "Cassandra was right to reccomend you. Anyway we're looking on getting some...insight on the Mithran heir, Prince Oswald. We want information on his whereabouts, any contacts he may have, and some servalience on the Mithran palace." Kell nodded along. So it seemed like there could be a possible connection to the demon's expierence and the letter he found. It seemed rather odd that some random woman would want information on a seemingly insignificant prince.
"Why do you want information on this guy anyway? Isn't he just some royal heir right now? Wouldn't information on the actual leaders of Mithra be of more use?" Kell had a sinking suspicion on who the woman may be connected to. Most criminals would want to go after his parents, they were the queen and king of the nation after all. They held more power than the prince did currently. However, if the woman worked for whoever sent out the spies on the night of the party, it made sense they would want to know about Oswald instead. The woman just smiled, as though she were watching an amusing game. Could she detect the thief's lies or unease? Kell forced the feeling down, careful not to reveal anything.
Belladona considered the thief's words as if trying to be careful with what she said next. "You're asking good questions, Tempest. Anyway the prince presents a point of interest for my employer and I. We're curious about his whereabouts because supposedly he's not at the Mithran palace." Belladona didn't elaborate on her words and folded her arms across her chest. Perhaps she had said too much. That worked in Kell's favor, it meant she was immune to mistakes. Assuming that was the case, of course.
"When would you want the job done?" The thief asked after a moment.
"Sooner rather than later. In fact it would be preferable to have it done within a week. It wouldn't take long to get to the Mithran capital and sneak in to find what we need," Belladona answered. Kell nodded, but didn't say anything as she thought it over.
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Post by Myst on Nov 8, 2019 19:20:33 GMT -5
(If I don't get more than a couple more posts in tonight I'm super sorry - it's really cold in my house right now and I lowkey can't feel my fingers)
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Post by Amber on Nov 8, 2019 19:38:22 GMT -5
(No worries, cold houses are the worst! Hope you're able to stay warm.)
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Post by Myst on Nov 8, 2019 22:41:36 GMT -5
It took a bit of extra effort on the demon’s part to get through the crowd that had gathered around the table the price was seated at. It seemed he was telling a story, and by the sound of it, the story was something to do with Mitran lore. Or something like that. Honestly, the demon wasn’t well versed in any of the kingdom’s histories. The three kingdoms didn’t really concern him, although at this point he knew the most about Zaestrin history and lore. Still, it seemed that the other patrons were really enjoying the story the prince told. Or, what they could understand of it, that’s is.
Then again, it seemed everyone here was drunk.
Even still, despite how the others words were slurred, it seemed he had a way with them. He was clearly well versed on the subject, which he could appreciate. As Oswald waved to him, Cruva only regarded him with a nod. When he was close enough, he only looked him over for a moment. “How many drinks have you had?” He questioned, unsure of how well he handled his alcohol. Regardless, he seemed slightly better off than his summoner. Still, he had to make sure the two got to whatever rooms matched the keys he’d picked up.
(Hi wow this is actually the worst I’m so sorry)
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