Jetharius Karvoth

Jetharius Karvoth

Jetharius Karvoth Glares at the Elvish Feyling

A blood curdling scream pierced the air. Kalkahnor's skin crawled as he darted toward the door and barely opened so that he could peer into the street. He could make out no figures, only voices.

"Find him, kill anyone who stands in your way. Those are your orders." Said a stern growling voice. "But try not to indulge in your gluttony from the innocents. We'll be paid more for his head."

"Fon oo' ser?" said a rather dullish voice. People continued to scatter away from the pub.

A leg stepped in front of the door crack. Kalkahnor beheld a man dressed in thick leather with plaes of metal shoved in at various points. He backed away slowly with his spell at the ready listening closely. The voice growled, "Kalkahnor."

"Eglest-hem isil" Kalkahnor bellowed and a bright light shot from his hand and made impact with door causing it to explode. The shade of bodies being knocked over was all that Kalkahnor could make out. Kalkahnor turned on his heel and yelled over the mayhem arousing the pub. "Jeth! You and the others get to the north gate of town. We have to leave now!" Kalkahnor made his way up the stairs and through one of the windows. Kalkahnor gazed at the beautiful sight before him, rooftops glistening in the sun and the great castle before him casting its shadow among the city. He looked down and saw the men getting up and grabbing their things. He would have to move fast. I hope the others can handle themselves. Kalkahnor laughed at his own thought. At worst... They've got Jetharius.

Sephora took a split second to concentrate, utter a spell, and then vanish from the tavern to the side of the structure where she had kept her disguised staff and Lan'de, her eagle.
Lan'de puffed his feathers, turned his head impatiently and confused. She gave Lan'de a "follow me" head gesture and whispered "Iar-col" (up high). The eagle shot into the sky in an instant and Sephora grasped her perched-staff that detached from the ground and transformed into it's normal form as she carefully walked and looked around the corner and saw the damage Kalkahnor had done to the men...

As the wooden door splinters into factions of wood flying in every direction. Jetharius sighs and in a fluid standing motion pulls back his hood and hair. His sharp eyes dart through the dispersing dust, counting; his keen mind filtering out voices and directions. Why would he scream our future destination to EVERYONE WITHIN EARSHOT?! Jetharius thinks and with a slow gait he steps toward the what remains of the door frame and in a fiery burst summons Aesthier. As the last of the dust settles Jetharius stands just inside the door frame with Aesthier raised and ready. Aesthier hummed in his hand fiercely as the heat of the summons dissipates from the blades. At the site of the newest "anyone standing in their way" the mercenaries were slightly perturbed if not straight intimidated. It's not exactly everyday a half-elf wields a blade as long as he is tall. Of course stories of a legendary mercenary dressing in black and wielding the same blade enhances the effect. A few whispers dart through the arc of mercenaries as they analyze the new opponent. Now to clean up his mess. Jetharius steps into the center of the tightening arc and shrugs, "For such a rag-tag group of mercenaries my off-hand shall be all that is needed. Are you going to ogle all day?" Jetharius smirks. "Come, or I shall swing first."
The mercenary on the far right thinking himself at an advantage rushes into Jetharius's unarmed flank, charging blade first. Deftly, Jetharius blocks the blade away and grabs the man by his tunic and tosses him into the center of the arc of oncoming blades. The mercenaries surround him and Jetharius parries twice and dodges once and executes a counterattack arcing his blade low hamstringing five of them. As the closest group falls to the ground Jetharius back peddles and sunders two reaching spears into harmless poles. Killing them would be so much easier, alas incapacitating their leader should resolve this Jehtarius thinks and makes a running leap some fifteen feet behind the burly and slightly scorched leather-clad human. Jetharius cocks his main hand back and with the full force of his draconic strength, smashes the 'boss' in the jaw. Jetharius feels the human jaw give way and shatter as his fist follows through and sends the human nearly a foot in the air and five feet back. The disguised dragon dismisses Aesthier in a burst of flame and turns away with a billow of his cloak walking toward then past the observing nymph.
"Shall we Sephora or do you think the Lasher will have a hard time keeping pace?" Jetharius says, looking back with a wink.

A rush of blood fills Sephora's cheeks as she almost gets caught in Jeth's gesture
...
She quickly regains her composure. "..yes, let us." and smiled warmly.

*Red raises an eyebrow at the large sword Jeth pulls out and his boastful claim*
'ok then'
*he turns to the crowd of mercenaries and picks out the apparent leader and points at him* 'i call dibs' he says before pulling his old whip-dagger and turning his head to the side, sending out his senses for any demonic influence in the area, and appearing disappointed when he doesn't find any. with a crack of his neck, Red cracks out his whip to stick in the window frame and pulls on it, launching himself towards it with a grin, whirling in a circle he pulls his second whip out and corckscrews out the window, shattering the glass and lands outside the building amidst the crowd of mercenaries and giggling slightly at their apparent shock, the celestial sigils along his cloak begins swirling more quickly as Red intones in a deep voice 'one chance to leave and your lives will be spared, stay and i am not responsible for what happens to you' giving the mercenaries one second to decide what to do Red readies himself with both whips and begins chanting his mantra
'to defend what is good and destroy the evil manipulators, to stand in defense of the natural order of the world, to sacrifice ones life in defense of this ideal, to forever keep vigil against the creeping evil of demons and their kin, I AM THE END OF ALL YOU KNOW!' Red cracks his whips and roars

Kalkahnor gazes below at his companions making work of the mercenaries. A small grin appeared as Jeth made quick work of the first group. His eyes darted about the city streets in view. Groups were huddled together and some were making their way away from the scene, others started to encroach. Kalkahnor held back the urge to lower himself into the battle. I can't let them see me. Who knows who else is looking through their eyes...

Kalkahnor back away from the edge of the building and started running to the next roof. Using a spell to amplify his speed and dexterity he gracefully leapt from one rooftop to the next, being careful to not make noise or attract too much attention as he made passes. He used hanging clothes, flags, anything that he could to minimize his visibility when crossing. He drew close to the north gate of town. Staying out of sight he dropped down into a small alley.

He gazed around, keeping himself in the shadows, seeing people moving from one merchant stand to another purchasing items of craft or decoration. A low growl of commotion filled the air with talk of gossip and politics. Kalkahnor peered about before ensuring no one was armed or seemed affiliated with his would-be attackers. Throwing his hood over his head he moved into the crowd making his way to a merchant stand near the north gate. The merchant began to try and sell him figurines of some sort. The man blathered on but Kalkahnor's attention was elsewhere. His eyes flitted about the gate guards and the horse stalls, but something seemed off.

Kalkahnor felt his stomach drop. There was no Caravan. Damn! We may need to foot our way through this.

*After finishing his mantra, Red looks to where he last saw Jetharius and Sephora and sees them walking away*
'Hey! where are you going? there are still people to fight!' Red shouts
'To the north gate, there's no point in fighting further, with their leader defeated the mercenaries no longer have the will to fight' Jeth replies over his shoulder
*Red frowns* 'But how is that fun?' he shouts again before jogging a bit to catch up with the pair 'I said my fighting mantra and everything, now i just look silly, and not the fun kind of silly the sad kind where people avoid eye contact.'
*pouting slightly, Red walks along with Jetharius and Sephora, silently hoping to face stronger opponents so he can see how his newest allies act in an actual fight*

Sephora looks Red in the eyes and gives a gentle, yet serious look. "Rest assured. The best fights are yet to come...for now lets not get too brash...I'm sure Kalkahnor is expecting us to act quickly but not make too much of a scene. My eagle will keep watch over head and alert me of any danger." "For now let me act as a companion..." and Sephora shapeshifts into a green-eyed cheetah with a green leafed collar around her neck which was originally her circlet.

(Fluffy no speaking for characters unless you get permission first... or chat it out or something *email me or something*)

Jetharius wades through the town leisurely and without noticeable care with his hood drawn and Sephora padding along next to him. He makes his way to toward the North Gate and where he would rendezvous with Kalkahnor.

The cheetah-form nymph purrs for 3 seconds and then ceases purring while keeping pace with Jetharius. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wjsr6wo2cRg
"...odd.." Sephora thought.
Lan'de kept flight and spotted Kalkahnor ready to follow his next move...