Medieval Town/ Veridian

He felt the ground pulsing and saw a small but distinct opening in the dimension annhiliating all magic. "Woah..." He said as he looked around and the battle was no more. He saw the old man. He didn't want to intervene between the master, student fight. He was still holding back against the other wizard. He chuckled. He could have done much more. But making himself look weak was better since he didn't want to have to speak with the old fool. He knew if he showed his true potential he would have been obliged to be in the magician guild. He chuckled and looked at the sky. It was going to rain in a couple of hours. The clouds were moving in fast from the sea. He went back to his forest camp.

At the camp he remembered why he came into town and put the salve on his arm. He was immediatly relieved. "She is not bad with the potions making." He said to himself. The river was flowing quietly at his right. He made flames lick the floor and made a star shaped ritual circle under him. At the five tips their were a sign of each element, Fire, Water, Earth, Lightning, Wind. He sighed and went to work.

Jazz soon was please with the results her crew was making. And it showed as the ship slowed down, sails were tied, and soon enough the docked. "Lower the gangplank!" She shouted to no one in particular. Soon enough Bacon grabbed it along with Stevens and they dropped it down and steadied it. With them about to leave she then rolled her eyes, "Dismissed!" At that moment many rushed out of the boat and onto the docks. They were ported now and they would be back. Whoever didn't come back she looked for depending on rank and importance. The rest was something that Krell usually handled. Was it wrong for her to assume Krell would do it? Perhaps. But even when she would tell him not to he insisted. So after a while she just gave up.

Most of the pirates were pretty predictable to. EAch bounty they recieved they would split if it was unanimously found. Stuff they got away with by themselves they kept. Key word: get away with. If Jazz found out, she would often make sure that yellow-belly knew what-for. It was always interesting when she threatened or fought someone. It never got old when someone petite as her could still give a wallup to some big ol' brute.

A yawn escaped her lips soon after, not sure what her first-matewould be up to but only left him to his own devices of what he wished. The Captain instead went to her quarters to take care of some little things. Heading across the dock, she went inside the door and closed it behind her to lit-up area with a lot of luxuries of something similar to a bed, table and chairs along with chests and other small furniture. Some used to be the old captain's before Jazz took over his will.

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It didn't take long for the man to reply to Xenia's question. "Rare herbs, how so?" She asked him while standing there with curiosity. So far he hadn't threatened who she was or put her in an awkward position. So in the redhead's eyes... all was good. Yet of course good things never las for long. It came sooner than later that the man grew silent and he headed outside. Xenia was slightly surpised for a moment, but let him go on. Perhaps he would come right back.

Heading over to a table in the middle of her shop was things covered in nick-nacks chemicals, empty bottles, and drawers. Opening a drawer, she pulled out a pouch the size of an egg which sounded like beads were inside. With the silver still in her hand from Max, she opened her palm to reveal that it was now miniaturized from what it was prior. Placing the coin in the small back, she pulled the drawstrings and placed the back inside. No one would suspect a thing on where her valuables were now.

((Sorry for late post >.<)

Krell

Feeling land under his feet was always a strange sensation. It lacked the rocking you got used to when you sailed, and they were out for months at a time. The other pirates seemed to be eager to be off, no doubt the local brothel owners would make a killing these next few days, but he had.. more important business to attend to. He walked down the pier and through the streets. Even crowded as it was, it was rather easy to get through the streets. Most people gave him a little room to move in. Being as scared as he may not make him beautiful, but it did make walking through the streets easy.

He didn't need to find anything. If they were here, they would find him. He wasn't hard to miss. He should keep a eye on the men, and his own personal mission at the same time. His own personal needs were far beneath that of the ship.

It wasn't hard to find a brothel, he had seen enough cities to be able to follow the trails. It wasn't too bad of a place. Pushing the door open he stepped in to see the sight of some of the men drinking and just... unfortunately for everyone else in the brothel, being themselves. It seemed only one girl worked here, a red head. He almost felt bad for her, almost. It would be a long night, but that wasn't why he was here. He moved to a table situated in a corner where he could see both the door and the kitchen. He did not like surprises. Now he had to wait...

Balthasar

With the matter settled, he leaned back down on his staff. He was getting to old for children. They were always blasting first and thinking later. He tapped his staff on the ground and the ground closed up and all the damage to the nearby area mended itself. It was a miracle that no one got hurt. He turned around slowly using his staff as a point of pivot and walked back to the store. It was rather rude of him to leave without saying anything, but he didn't want to see the damage their pointless fight would have left.

He gently pushed the door open, and gave the girl another small smile. "Sorry for that" He said as he moved back over to the counter. He leaned on his staff and gently reached down to his robes reaching into one of the many pockets to pull out a piece of paper. "I need... these" On the list were rather different items: some were simple such as rosemary, and others a little strange, the liver of a phoenix and so on. "I pay well" He continued to ensure her work would be well rewarded.

Xander walked down stairs after taking care of a customer. The poor girl passed out and the room was technically hers for another 15 minutes or so let her rest up. Poor amber was serving all the men and few woomen by herself. Xander ran and jumped over the counter and started tossing bottles in the air and filling out orders. The tips rained in. Two men were arguying over amber. "I need more workers" Xander said frustrated. He walked inbetwen the two men. "Gentlemen! follow me" he said and led them upstairs with an arm around each. He led them into the farthest room and locked the door behind them. They booth looked scared and protested. "Calm down and wait, I have a treat for booth of you" He pointed at the floor and a glowing purple pentagram appeared. One of Xanders roses appeared in his hand and he threw it in the center of the pentagram where it floated. There was a poof of smoke and a pale blond Succubus with red wings appeared. "take care of them" he nodded towards the excited looking men with a smirk. and went back down stairs keeping a spych link with the summoned demon to make sure she doesn't kill her customers.

Amber sighed with relief when she saw Xander walk downstairs. Two men nearly reached blows at each other over who would have her next. Xander took them both upstairs. This sent a chill up her spine, he was an odd guy and wondered what he was up to. With things calmed down she walked to the new customer who just sat down "What'll you have, handsome?" She asked with a shy looking smile.

Jazz walked over to a chest where she leaned down and pulled a key off from around her neck and unlocked the chest to reveal a mass about of gold coins, copper, and silver. She never held treasure on her person unless she needed to and this was one of those times. Taking a pouch from her person that was empty, she took the necessary currency and closed the chest back up, locking it into place. Now came the part which would protect her back from fights, (or help her start some fun ones).

Heading over to a different chest, she used a different key hanging from the wall and unlocked that chest to reveal a random frilly dress and she stuffed it into a bag that could be worn on her back and she locked the chest up right away. There, her miniature errands were all finished. Heading out from her quarters and locking that as well, she headed down the ship and to the docks towards town. There was a hop in her step as usual as she walked the city streets, causing odd glances and she really didn't care.

She explored the town, not having a particular place to go as they walked the city streets.
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Xenia turned around quickly when the older man came into her shop with a smile on his face. In return, the redhead smiled back at him and walked over as he presented a list to her. "Don't worry about it, sir." She reasoned, rarely smiling at customers when really served them at her store. Taking the list from his hand, she looked over the ingredients and headed to her personal shelf and grabbed her own basket. Looking over each item, she started to pick and choose the items with a careful eye and tried to come up with them.

"For the liver of Phoenix... is it alright if it's dried? Or must it be fresh?" She asked him, knowing some potions required a more careful eye than others. She usually dried her ingredients so she wouldn't have to worry about freshness since time for her to grab things was thin.

Krell

The girl with red hair, well seems she wished to talk. Under the table, he reflexively placed his hand on the butt of one of his pistols. In his experienced, a skilled woman was far more deadly than a skilled man. He almost felt pity for the girl, having to work in such a palace, but he got rid of that foolish notion, it was probably just the captains influence that was making him pity this woman.

He turned his head slightly to catch her with his one eye. What did he want? Oh.. how he asked himself that a thousand times. He had lost his purpose long ago, now he merely followed the captain. He was a broken tool that just happened to find someone who would still use him. "How much for your services for four hours?" He gently reached into on of his pockets and pulled out a coin purse.

Balthasar

"Fresh, if you would." Balthasar replied courtly. He leaned heavily on his staff once more. He was aware he did not know her name, and smiled softly. "Forgive my rudeness. I am Balthasar Gelt, and you are miss?" He asked politely. He was old enough to have learned basic manners at least. You always had enough time for basic manners something he always tries to beat into his students.

Something was off about this woman, strange. Not bad, just different, but it would be rude to ask since she nice enough to aid him in this venture.

Xander walked back behind the counter and served a few more drinks. He noticed some oddly dressed people in now *Pirates!...good for bussiness* he thought to himself. Afterall after months at sea what would a man want most? Beer and women! But he only had the one girl...and himself of course. He could try summoning again but dint want any more demons he dint know in his bussiness. He'd had to put word out tonight. He heard a man complain about the lack of women. For now...he looked at two women conversing in his brothel and walked over to their table. They seemed rather buzzed and might have done it anyway but with his demonic charm Xander convinced them to get on stage to "dance". Woo-ing started and even some coins flew on stage. "everyone likes attention" Xander told himself as he picked up some empty mugs and glasses.

Amber looked down and pulled a necklace with a key attached from under her shirt. "I'ts 300 copper an hour, and anything else you might want to through in" she said with a wink. "would you like any drinks in your room?"

Krell reach into one of his pockets and pulled out 15 gold pieces. He may be over paying, but buying her loyalty came first. He had a use for her that wasnt what she was thinking. He was going to use her. IF his... friends where there it would prove an irresistible opportunity for them, for when else is a man more off guard than when they think he is... occupied with a woman? He had a moment of hesitation as he was passing over the money, what if the captain saw? He shook his head. It didnt matter. He did not need her for that purpose, and what did it matter?

"No drinks" He stood up slowly and motioned for her to take the lead

Jazz kept walking among city streets, passing by a bar and then stopped. With a smirk on her face, she walked inside and heard the bell ring inside as she headed to the bar.

"Hello Miss. What can I get for ya'?" The bartender asked with a smile.

Jazz smirked and looked over at the shelves behind him with bottles of booze and other nick-nacks on the shelves. "Three bottles of Rum and Two bottles of Bourbon, savvy."

The man was suprised for a moment, shrugging and grabbing the bottles she requested for and placing them in a sack. "20 gold. So ya need anything else, doll?"

A glare passed Jazz's eyes, her gloved hand reaching for her gun and pointing it at the man's head. "Doll? Mate, I suggest you pass on the pet names. She spoke up with a smirk, her hands taking the sack and tossed up ten gold. "Don't watch on the way out." She spoke up, the other bar goers suprised by the woman's actions as she walked out of the door and down the street.

Holstering her gun, she kept walking with a content look on her face and she passed by a noise of laughing men. Looking to the side she spotted her some of her crew was laughing and she noticed Krell walking with a woman. She paused for a moment, chuckling a little to hide her own little stab in her stomach. Never would of pegged him for that kind of man." She mused while she turned and kept walking down the street.

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"Fresh? I'm sorry all I have is dried." She replied with a sigh as she grabbed some lilac like he wanted on the next ingrediant. Once the wizard said his name was Balathasar a moment later she nodded and gestured to herself. "Xenia Fedora." She spoke up and then turned around to the shelves to figure out what else he needed. Once finsihed with everything except the fresh organ, she sat the basket in front of him she motioned to it and smiled, "Well, that will be 5 gold pieces."

Xanders eyes narrowed. Disrespect from a random, taky dressed bitch? The gold coins flew to his hand. He snapped his fingers and the laughing men went mute now under one of his spells. He saw the split second look of hurt when she saw the man with Amber. He's been around long enough. Xander whispered a few things and blew a goodbye kiss to the woman. With a spell now under her, one that kept her feeling cold and magnified and sad hurtful feelings. A strong feeling of melancholly. "such a cold woman"
Xander laughed and walked over to amber and handed her a small napkin.

Amber started walking the man up when Xander handed her a napkin, she opened it and almost gasped. "what are you doing?" she asked him "just having some fun" he said casually. Amber swallowed the purple round pill in the napkin. She'd taken a few of theese before, they could keep her going for for 2 days. She kept walking the man already feeling the effects of the pill.

Nerine swam deep in the sea, the water caressing her skin and her scales. She’d felt the strange currents of a ship passing overhead some time before, echoing eerily off her skin. They stood out in the sea, the lines humans made were straight, while everything here, in her realm, was bent, curved, and twisted. She threw herself into a twist, spinning down, deeper and deeper, into the dark areas of the sea.

Lazily rising, with a few flicks of her powerful tail, she surfaced a few minutes later. She took a deep breath of air-not necessary, but it felt good-and looked over the surface waves, rising and falling with the powerful swells. Smiling slightly, she flipped over, back down, and followed the ghostly trail the ship had left, invisible to any other creatures.

She was finally close enough to see the dark shadow the ship created, and soon she was even closer, following it out of boredom. Plus, they might drop something shiny. Mermaids loved shiny objects, and humans had the strange thing called metal which they used to create pretty objects. She stayed deep enough that only a shadow would be visible, but when they docked, she rose a bit, circling beneath the hull.

Curious, she slipped above water again, close enough to read the letters on the side of the ship. The Mermaid. She laughed a bit-a beautiful sound that rippled above the waves-and dropped out of sight, leaving ripples alone to prove that she had been there, while she drifted along, deep beneath the crystal blue water, combing the sand for anything pretty. She’d made up her mind-she liked this ship, and was going to have some fun.