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Duergen Blackstone

"Patience fella, we must stick tae th' plan."

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a character in “Adventures in Galderia”, as played by Seveneleven

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ImageName: Duergen Blackstone
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Age: 200
Height: 4'8"
Weight: 215lbs
Hair Color: Light Blonde
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Status: Criminal


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Appearance: As common to Dwarves, he is short but also stout in appearance. Though particularly round and broad in the shoulders, that give him quite the burly look. His hair is shorten into a crewcut style haircut. His beard is not particularly long and thick like the most venerable or revered of Dwarves. Although unlike Dwarves, he doesn't like to draw attention to himself. Often wearing a long black, hooded cloak that covers his entire body. Yet underneath his cloak are very lavish and expensive looking robes. He also sports expensive jewelry on his person. Underneath those robes is an expensive make of scalemail armor. The material used is unknown.


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Demeanor: Duergen is very odd considering typical Dwarf behavior. He doesn't like to call attention to himself, and hardly ever raises his voice. He has the hints of a gruff and rumbly voice but with an eerily chilling temperament. He often stares off into space, looking pensively as if deep in thought, and is slow to anger. It's hard to figure out the Dwarf, a bit of a mystery really. He is very cool and collected, and possess a formidable intellect. Yet do not believe his rather calm and stoic disposition as tameness, he is undoubtedly cruel and shows no remorse for taking lives.

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Profession: Not yet revealed

Inventory/Equipment: Dark Robes, Scalemail Armor, Jewelry, Utility Belt, Pouches and Bags filled with mystery items.

Special Traits: Not yet revealed

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Biography: Not much is revealed of his history. His clothing suggests he comes from wealth, a possible noble amongst Dwarven Clans. He has since left his ancestral homeland, for reasons not yet explained. As for his current standing in the world, another mystery as well. For now he is in the company of a Human, and their intents do not bode well for anyone.

So begins...

Duergen Blackstone's Story

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Radionalia Ashengrits was summoned by the king to have an audience with him. She arrived at the doors to his thrown room and the guards let her in, once she was inside she got down on one knee and pressed her fist to the ground, her other arm laying across her upper knee, her head bent. "Good day my king." She said.

"Randi, stand. I am not a king as of this day." Randi nodded and stood, looking at the king with her hard eyes, though she wasn't being disrespectful. "Randi. As you may know my daughter, the princess, has been kidnapped by that demon dragon who has taken our land. I can only turn to you Randi, to get her back. I trust you most for this mission, you may recruit any you find are trust worthy and strong enough to not become a hindrance."

"If I may ask my lord, is there any knowledge as to where the princess may be?"

The king shook his head solemnly. "I'm afraid not, we have no knowledge as to where the dragon made it's lair. I will have to leave it up to you to find it and rescue my daughter."

Randi nodded in understanding then bowed low. "Yes my lord, I shall depart immediately." The kind nodded and dismissed her.

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Meanwhile, the lands of Galderia stir with the news of some foolhardy group of adventurers having accepted the King's Quest to rescue the Princess and slay the Dragon. Many believe they will stand no chance, while the more naive show a bit more faith, but until progress is made no one is giving their hopes up. Still, hearing about how a group of strangers with strange skills are on their way to face the Dragon, has piqued certain people's interest. Interest, that would have been better off diverted. A chilling wind breezed through Beystead that day, the day they arrived.

Two individuals, cloaked in black hoods came walking over the horizon. There they stood atop a hill and looked out towards The City of Beystead. One was short and bearded, a member of the industrious race known as the Dwarves. They other a tall and brooding warrior, one of the versatile Human Race. The Dwarf peered beyond the tip of his hood and spoke, "There be Beystead." He spoke in a slightly gruff voice.

The Human peered from underneath his hood and scoffed, "Finally, I was growing tired of walking." He grumbled.

"Well at least ye don't 'ave ta sit and listen ta me talk all day. It seems some fools 'ave already embarked on tha quest." The Dwarf spoke.

"Yeah, remind me to thank them when I see them!" The Human spoke as he noticed a small rabbit hop near them. "Bah! Nasty vermin." He lifted his boot and prepared to stomp the poor creature. He brought his boot down and the rabbit hopped out of the way, he did this again but the rabbit kept moving just a bit beyond his stomp. The Dwarf took notice of this.

"Oi! Ye best not be stompin' on tha poor creature, 'aven't ye any sense?" The Dwarf spoke as he called the rabbit over to him. The timid creature slowly hopped towards the Dwarf. "Aye, come over 'ere, I ain't one ta bite." He spoke. The Rabbit then allowed for the Dwarf to pick him up. "Now ye see, ye must be gentle with these 'ere creatures. They 'ave a keen sense fer survival, and they'll do what it takes ta survive." He spoke as he gently petted the bunny. The Human raised an eyebrow over the Dwarf's strange actions. "That is why, ye must lure em into a false sense of security and then..." The Dwarf's petting ended as he began to grip the rabbit around it's neck. As he began to apply pressure the rabbit screamed in pain and then suddenly a snap could be heard. The Human then had a sick smile on his face. "Ye kill'em. Without der sense of security they won' understand when der survival is being threatened. Only then they be easy ta kill." The Dwarf finished as he tossed the Rabbit's corpse over his shoulder.

"Heh, I like your style Duergen." The human chuckled.

"Aye, tis a good one." Duergen spoke. "Let's go." Soon the two descended into Beystead.

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Some minutes later, the pair skulked about the streets of Beystead. The people went about their business not even paying attention to the pair. Duergen was leading his comrade to the more seedier part of the city. To a tavern called The Laughing Goblin. Here they would take a moment's rest and have a drink or tow. They kept their hoods up and tried to avoid as many of the guards as possible. Yet Duergen noticed that a curious amount of guards were wandering about the city, "Hm, tha guards seem ta be out in force today, watch yerself Vilus." He warned his comrade. "Yeah I will." Vilus responded. "I mean it. I do not want ta see any of these fools stickin der noses where it don't belong." Duergen warned. Vilus only nodded. Soon they came upon their destination, The Laughing Goblin and entered. They took a corner booth and ordered some ale, to pass the time they chatted amongst themselves.

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Kam

The guard knew it was a long shot but sent out a couple of guard messengers towards the Hunters' latest known destination, Andril. He hoped that two messengers on horseback would make it in time to warn the adventurers about the shapeshifting assassin in their midst. In the meantime, he decided to wait for his guards to find anything.

Unluckily for the two criminals, Kam had told the guards to come to him immediately with any information regarding the assassinations or well known criminals. It was such that as soon as one lucky guard saw Duergen and Vilus that he came running to Kam's office to tell him of their presence and their location.

Kam nodded. "Those two are vile and extremely dangerous criminals. You were right to bring this to me." He brought the man to the barracks and began picking guards. "You four will be under cover. Gather your street clothes and head to the destination that this man tells you." He nodded. "We need to catch them in a place where no civilians will be harmed." He gave the lead guard a ring. "Take this, you can use it to communicate with me," He held up a ring of his own. "Try not to draw attention to it."

He clapped his hands. "You have your orders. Go." He headed back to his office to fill out the appropriate requisition slips and to begin coordinating guard activities.

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Duergen was fiddling around with his hands as their drinks were brought to them. Vilus nodded as the bar wench wandered off. He took the frosty pint as he downed a heapful serving of the drink. He then wiped the foam off of his face as he looked at Duergen. "Messing around with that hobby of yours I see." Vilus spoke.

"I told ye b'fore, this is more than a hobby. Ye certainly enjoy tha fruits of ma labour." Duergen spoke not taking much attention off of his work.

"Well you've got me there." Vilus spoke as he took another swig.

"Ah, tis a good mak." Duergen spoke as he took his hands away from the table.

Vilus placed the mug down as he looked at what Duergen did. "Heh, smaller than normal." He commented.

"Bah! Size matters nae! The Dwarves are a testament tae that." Duergen responded with a scoff. He then reached for his mug and took a big swing as well.

"So, have any idea where the Adventurers went?" Vilus asked.

"Haevn't a clue, but we will soon e'nuff." Duergen spoke reassuringly, as he sat back.

"Oh I see, clever." Vilus spoke with a smile as he finished off his drink. Duergen chuckled as he continued to drink. They sat around for a few moments, and the stood up. "Let's go." Duergen spoke as he left a few coin for the drinks. They exited The Laughing Goblin and went out into the streets. They seemed to be heading towards the Jail.

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The plain clothes guards did their best to blend in with the crowds while still following the two. Ironically enough, it seemed like they would be able to have less of a walk back to the jail with the criminals themselves headed that way. The lead guard kept far enough away to be out of earshot as he relayed the information back to Kam. In the meantime, the normal guards kept to their patrols, at least when they passed near the two criminals.

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Vilus and Duergen continued to etch closer to the jail, for reasons the guards could only guess at. Duergen began to have a feeling, a feeling they were being watched. Vilus seemed to be a bit pensive himself, seeing this many guards around he's beginning to get a bit antsy. Still he restrained themselves as they moved closer to their destination. That was until they came a bit too uncomfortably close to a patrol. Vilus was prepared to strike but Duergen surreptitiously placed his hand before him to cancel his actions. Vilus held back his instinct to attack as they came upon the jail.

"Aye thay were 'ere it seems." Duergen spoke to Vilus. "It's faint, but thare use of magic still stands. Let's geit on wi it." Duergen spoke as they then moved on from the jail. They were now heading towards the site of the criminal riot a few days back.

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The guards followed, not yet sensing a pattern though noticing the nervousness of the two based on their movements. They sent word to Kam who made sure no patrols would get too close and that the four plain clothed guards were farther back from them.

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The two hooded individuals came upon the site of the battle between the party and the criminals. Already Duergen has found a match, "Ay we hae a match. The same magical energy in the jail is the same here." Duergen spoke.

"Hmph, so were do we go now?" Vilus asked.

"Ma sources tell me mair magic was used ower thare. Let's go." Duergen spoke.

The pair soon found themselves near the crime scene of the Dyatt family. When they reached the grounds they noticed the manor was burnt down to the ground. Yet, the two could hardly care less about what happened here. What they were interested in was the magic cast in the area. Duergen noticed someone was using magic to find something, but the spells used here did not match the energy found inside the Jail or near the square.

"Bah! Whit a waste o' ma time! It's nae the same magic used." Duergen spoke.

"Then I guess we should get moving, do you have enough?" Vilus asked.

"Ay, I think so." Duergen responded. But before they moved he noticed something. Something or someone has been following them. He could detect a faint source of magic heading their way, something he felt since leaving the Laughing Goblin. "Or mebbe we shoud wait a wee bit." Duergen spoke nodding towards Vilus, to which he responded with a nod back.

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The guards followed them to the castle Dyatt. "Sir, they've approached the crime scene of the assassinations." The lead guard said into the ring. "Orders?"

Kam stood. "Hold position and keep a close eye on them. I want to know if they leave. I'm on my way now." He grabbed his equipment and began giving orders to different guards as he left the main castle. He hurried immediately with several guards in tow, hoping he might be catching not just the two criminals but also the masterminds behind the assassinations.

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The two criminals hanged around and noticed the four "spies" that had been following their trail. "I know yer thare, ye might as well stop hidin." Duergen spoke not particularly looking towards them. The spies shuddered as he called them out. "Captain!" The guard shouted into the ring. Duergen waved his hand and before he could shout again he heard his comrades gasping for air. The three were choking to death as they clasped their necks. The sounds of gurgling unnerved the guard as he saw his fellows collapsed the victims of suffocation. He wasn't sure what happened but the guard shouted again. "CAPTAIN PLEASE HURRY THEY'RE KILLING US!!!!" He cried as Vilus was walking down the street, with his sword drawn.

"NO! STAY BACK! NO, NO AAAAAARRRGH!" Those would be the last words heard on Kam's end. Vilus had run the spy through as Duergen walked up. "Hmph, so this ring is whit I noticed." Duergen spoke as he took the ring off the dead man's finger. He then smashed it between his hands. "Whoever he was talkin' tae thay'll be here soon. We shoud leave." Duergen spoke as they started to wander off.

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Kam vs. Vilus

Kam ran up to the castle quickly, seven guards on his tail. He spotted the bodies of his men lying where they had stood, only one with blood near him. He looked around and saw the two hooded figures. "Halt!" He said, loudly. "You two are wanted for multiple crimes and for the murders of these men." He pulled his spear, readying himself for a fight, while his men drew their weapons as well.

The two men stopped in their tracks, as they both looked over their shoulders. Duergen then let out a long groan, "How annoying," Duergen spoke as he rolled his shoulders around. "Ye want to handle this or shoud I?" Duergen spoke looking to his comrade. "I would rather leave but thae fellas ower thare dinna look too willin' on lettin' us go." Duergen spoke not really paying attention to the guards.

Vilus chuckled, "Yeah, I'll do it." He then drew his sword. "Any excuse to draw blood is good enough for me. Even if it has to be the blood of these grunts!" Vilus shouted. He then watched Kam and the seven guards very closely.
"I'll step back then." Duergen spoke as backtracked away from the coming scuffle.

Kam scowled at their nonchalant attitude towards murder and the Law. Instead of speaking further he raised his shield and the guards fanned out into a semicircular pattern and then he threw his spear at the human.

Vilus watched the guards move into a semicircular pattern, before they could finish he turned his attention back to the more spectacularly dressed guard. "He must be their commander." He thought. He watched as Kam raised his arm and then threw the spear. Vilus sidestepped, dodging the spear flying at him close to the last possible moment. "Come on you worthless dogs! Attack me head on!" The man taunted.

These were highly trained guards, unlikely to even pause at the divelings of this obviously mad man. Kam held out his hand and the spear reappeared after a few seconds. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. "Now."

The men all began slowly marching towards the man, their shields raised high. Kam walked with them, the focus of their semicircle.

Vilus groaned, "What a boring maneuver." He then rolled his neck until made a nice pop. "You people are far too serious, but I suppose I shouldn't have expected any less from city guards." Vilus spoke. He continued to watch them as he prepared to counter them.

When they got to a certain point, the two guards on each flank ran past him, far enough away to be out of reach. They fanned out quickly behind him as Kam drew his sword, his spear now placed on his back. "Now." Kam said, as he got into a defensive stance, "You come."

He then laughed, "So that's what you pulled on me. Better, but I would hold out for more." He spoke, as he looked around him, the captain's words fresh in his mind. "Oh well, have it your way." He spoke as he charged forth.

Kam prepared himself for the charge, waiting until just the right moment to bring up his shield to defend so that the other man's weapon would be deflected.

At the end of his charge, Vilus brought his sword down upon Kam. If it hit it would cause some damage, but nothing fatal.
Kam's shield sent the blow harmlessly to the side and he brought up the tip of his sword towards the man's stomach. The men around him began to build up a beat by hitting their weapons on the ground or their shields.

Vilus saw the block as the sword bounced off to his side. Suddenly he saw the sword coming up to his stomach, as he quickly strafed to the left. From there he then performed a thrust, as his sword threatened to impale itself through the captain's head.
Kam ducked just in time to hear the wind whistle as the blade passed over him, he used his momentum to slash his sword in an upwards, diagonal angle at the man's side. The men began to pound harder, louder, and faster.

Vilus watched as his move was expertly dodged as the captain came up with a counter attack. The warrior then quickly swung his sword just like Kam, as his blade came in at a downwards, diagonal angle as it sought to parry the sword slash.

The man's weapon came down onto Kam's hard, jarring his arm as they clashed. Kam punched his shield in towards the man to either get him to back off or get hit in the face with hardened adamantium alloy. The men's beat was getting to a crescendo.

The force of the clash pushed his blade away as he felt the force ripple about his arm. Then as the shield came in, Vilus was forced to back off. He then moved away from Kam, standing before him. He looked towards his sword as it's edge was damaged, but he figured the same could be said of the captain's. Still it's not destroyed and therefore he could still use it. He prepared for the next assault.

Kam scowled, the man was a good fighter though reckless with his weapon. Clearly he'd be a much more difficult challenge than the average riff raff. But Kam had expected as much. Just as the man broke off, the guards ceased their pounding and Kam knew it was time. He raised his sword above his head and pointed at the human before him. From the rooftops, a dozen arrows and crossbow bolts were shot at the warrior.

Vilus watched as Kam raised his sword over his head and pointed it at himself. He knew what was to follow, that was the command for a volley. He's seen it plenty of times before and he could only assume they would fire from the rooftops. His adrenaline was rising as he quickly reached for the handle of the axe protruding from the back. He tightly held on to both weapons and he can hear the arrows whizzing towards, each arrowhead seeking to pierce his body. A calm rushed over him as he seemed to retreat within in his mind for a split second. His knees bent and his body lowered, he was entering some strange stance. Then he did something, that one wouldn't have expect him of being able to accomplish. In a second his movements became lithe and graceful, much like a dance his sword and axe twirled about in his hands and like a whirlwind, many of the arrows were either deflected or cut in half. He finished his movement by standing in place as the arrows and bolts lied scattered about. He then exhaled.

"Fools. Thay hae no idea who thair facin', Vilus ain't just some common oaf." Duergen thought to himself.

Vilus then twirled his weapons again as he stepped a little forward. He then stuck the armaments in to the ground as he kneeled. He then shot up quickly looking to the left where the archers were placed. He whipped his hand upwards as knives flew forth, and he quickly performed the same movements to the right. The knives flew quickly as each found their mark. It was uncanny but the precision and timing of his throws were masterful, as the knives disabled his rooftop attackers. He then quickly retrieved his arms and twirled them again. "Heh, the clothes you wear are more validated now. You really aren't just some over glorified peon." Vilus spoke as he stopped his twirling and looked Kam straight dead in the eye, "You come." He spoke, not even tauntingly. His look was cold, a dead seriousness, he has killed today and now he seeks to do it again.

As soon as the guards on the roofs were killed, one of the guards behind Kam ran off. Kam looked at the man with an odd expression, his jaw was set and his eyes narrowed, though he seemed calm. He began to slowly close in on the man, his shield still raised and sword in a position above his right shoulder.

Vilus twirled the sword and the axe as he walked to meet Kam. Once he felt he was close enough to the Guard Captain he then executed an attack. He raised his arms and brought them both down in a diagonal slash moving from the right to the left.. Kam would notice a bit more force than previously, but whether it will be enough, his attacker isn't sure.

Kam stepped back in order to take both of the blows on the shield. He staggered a bit but was able to absorb the brunt of the damage. When the man went to recover from his attacks, Kam stepped forward with a large step to either knock the man off of his footing or stomp hard on his foot while at the same time driving the sword down hard towards his shoulder.

As he went to perform his next strike the Captain made a large enough step that his foot connected with his own. He made a grunt as he watch the blade come down. He quickly did what he could as he formed an x-guard with the sword and axe to stop the blow. The Captain's strength was surprising, even to him, as the hard force nearly connected with his shoulder. He seemed to have himself tied here, until he thought of a counter. He decided to take his free foot and deliver a hard, front kick to Kam's torso. If it were to connect it should have enough force to shove him off.

The man was able to stop his blow and catch Kam's sword in between his own two weapons. Kam struggled with him for a second and felt a strong blow land on his shield. The man had tried to kick him off. He grinned and went to headbutt the man as hard as he could.

There wasn't much to be done at that moment in time. The headbutt connected swiftly as the twinge of pain shot about Vilus's head. His head sort of bounced back from the connection, as he could feel some blood drip forth. He's toyed around long enough, this isn't some pleb he could just dismiss, he will have to use his real power. His face turned into that of an angry expression, as he stomped his free foot down. The force of his boot caused some minor cracks in the ground. He then began to force Kam's blade upwards having it pinched between his own. His strength boosted in an alarming amount as he attempted to shove his off his opponent. Knocking off his footing will prove difficult having such a sturdy stance.

Kam was pushed backwards as the man's strength seem to increase by a large amount. He stepped back in order to keep his footing. What fresh Hell is this? He thought to himself, wondering at this criminal's audacity. He charged in with a slash towards the side trying to finish the man before he could start gaining even more power.

He watched the man come in with a slash to his left side. He decided to use his stance as a launch pad as he used some of his strength to leap to the right in order to avoid the slash. He then lowered himself as he took off in a charge, with a sort of mad expression on his face. His speed and agility seemed to have increased some. He swung his axe as he attempted to come in with a slash to Kam's backside.

Kam was alarmed at the man's agility as he jumped out of Kam's charge. He tried to turn and bring up his shield but was just a bit too slow and took a massive gash to his side as the axe ripped through his armor. He compensated by trying to punch the shield into the man.

The man smiled at drawing his enemy's blood, especially from such a difficult target. He watched as the shield came forth as he attempted a dodge but the shield managed to bump him back. He etched a step or two back as he continued to stare down his opponent. Not wasting much time he came in with thrust of his sword to Kam's left side.

Any blow to the left side was always so much easier to block, as that was Kam's shield arm. He deflected the stab and sent out one of his own. He did his best to ignore the pain in his side.

Vilus noticed the counter and counterattack as he quickly sidestepped to avoid the oncoming stab. In his next move he brought his axe down as he made a swing for Kam's right leg.

Kam took the strike as well as he could and it bought him down to one knee, where he made sideways swing at the legs of his enemy.

Vilus leapt back to avoid the swing to his legs. He then charged forth again and came in with another swing to Kam's right.

Kam rolled to avoid the hit and came up in a defensive position still on one leg. He dropped the sword next to him and drew his spear. The long weapon would be optimal for keeping his opponent at bay. He took a sweeping strike with it.

The change in tactics threw Vilus off as his eyes followed Kam's roll. As he watched him alternate weapons, he believed this to be his chance to end him. He charged and forth and sought to run him through, but he didn't prepare for the sweep as his last second attempt to dodge it, caused him to trip over. He fell to the ground.

Kam brought the weapon in a second sweep that was meant to get it into the perfect position to bring down on his fallen enemy. He brought the spear down as hard as he could.

The warrior made an alligator roll to dodge the fatal point of the spear, as it tore a piece of his cloak off. Once he rolled to safety he quickly hopped back on his feet.

Kam threw the spear at the man as he got up. He then tried to stand but found he couldn't. Blood loss and pain were starting to get to him.

Vilus watched as the spear came flying at him, he summoned what agility he could to dodge the spear. As he sidestepped, the spear whizzed by creating a decent cut across his cheek. He knew the Captain's body was failing him, and he smiled about that fact. He then made another charge for Kam.

Kam readied his right hand as if he was prepping a spear for a charge. It appeared as soon as Vilus got close.

Vilus noticed Kam's hand was ready to hold a spear, but without one to hold. It was then he came close enough the spear had returned in the Captain's hand. He couldn't stop his momentum at this point in time to keep him from impaling himself on the polearm. Faced with his only option, he swung his sword at the point of the spear in an attempt to deflect the head away from his body. He deflected the spear head up, only for it to cut his arm and dig into his shoulder. He made a large grunt as the spear cut open his left shoulder and blood dripped down his arm.

Kam returned the spear to the set position and then went to stab him again.

Vilus dodged the next stab heading his way. The Captain certainly was a struggler, bleeding out and he still fights him. Certainly a far more worthy foe than he pictured him to be. The spear was becoming a problem. With his legs still fine he jumped over Kam's head, and once he landed prepared to strike the side of his head with a roundhouse kick.

Kam was unprepared to have the man jump over him and before he could react he felt a sharp blow to the side of his head that sent him sprawling onto his bad side. He was beginning to grow too weak to fight back. The rest of the guards circling them closed in on Vilus, trying to protect their downed captain.

Vilus had a wide grin on his face as he downed his foe. "You did well, but now it's over! You will now die by hand!" He shouted as he raised his axe and prepared to bring it down upon Kam. As it moved through the air, a guard ran up to slash Vilus. He saw his attacker move into his field of vision, he dodged the oncoming slash and countered with a quick swipe of his axe. It's blade met with the guard's neck as he began to spurt blood. Before he could do anything else the guards forced him to move back as they stood by their Captain forming a protective line. "Heh! I guess I'll kill you all then." He spoke with a smile.

"VILUS! That wad be enough! We hae tae leave now!" Duergen shouted.

Vilus halted in his assault as his smile left his face."I suppose I've drawn enough blood for today." He mumbled. He then turned to leave.

The dwarf was right to caution Vilus as they could hear the shouts and footsteps of nearly thirty men approaching in the distance. There were a few guards stationed along escape routes as well.

"Move yer arse, I hear them comin!" Duergen shouted as he began to ran, with Vilus following close behind him. They were soon further down the street. As they ran a couple of guards hear their approach. "Halt!" They shouted, prepared to stop them. "Vilus." Duergen spoke without looking at him. Vilus then sprinted ahead of Duergen and then made a large leap into the air. "By the Gods!" One of them shouted as he Vilus roared bringing his axe down upon the guard to his right with his axe. The blade cut right through his armor and down his body. Not wasting anytime he twirled his axe and made an uppercut like movement with the axe. "NAGHHH!" The guard shouted as he ripped through him and the force flipped him onto his stomach. "Come on!" Duergen shouted as he ran past Vilus. The warrior then followed him on their way out. The two exited the city and ran unto the open road.

The guards around Kam quickly wrapped his wounds in a field dressing before taking him to the clerics. "No magic." Kam said feebly through the haze of his blood loss and concussion. They were forced to treat his wounds with specialized herbal bandages and health pots instead of getting a cleric. Because of this it would take some time for him to recover.

"That could hae gone better." Duergen spoke as they put a lot of distance behind them. Vilus only sneered. When they were a good distance away they stopped for a quick rest. "So where are we going?" Vilus asked. "I believe we ar heidin East." Duergen answered. "That wound leuks bad, here tak this." Duergen spoke as he reached in his bags for a Healing Potion and handed it to Vilus. Vilus took the glass vial and popped off the cap with his thumb. He lost feeling in his left arm not too soon after they left Beystead. Duergen had to sheathe up his weapons for him. Vilus then drank the potion in a single gulp. He then snarled at the taste, "They never taste better." Vilus complained. "Oi! Sorry thay dinna tickle yer fancy!" Duergen shouted at him as he took the vial. "That wadna be bad if ya wore mair protection ya get!" Duergen scolded him. "Anywey shoudna ya hae dodged that spear? Didna ya hae a eidetic memory?" Duergen spoke as he put away the vial. "I told you it's a little more different than that!" Vilus shouted. "Oi now! Dinna be so emotional." Duergen retorted. "Alrecht come alang noo, we got tae see if uir investment will yield a profit." Duergen spoke as he stood up. The Warrior stood as they headed east, heading straight for Andril.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Duergen Blackstone Character Portrait: Vilus Neidhardt Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Rosaline Danielson Character Portrait: Lana Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner Character Portrait: Arneth Sen Character Portrait: Anima Lumen Character Portrait: Eslin Niertone Character Portrait: Adelheid Character Portrait: Favian Alhambra Character Portrait: Cletus the Black Character Portrait: Melron Blaire Character Portrait: Ginesn
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(OOC: I could continue. If there is going to still be activity. But from what I've seen this has all but died. I could be persuaded to play though, I've been dying to play something.)

The setting changes from the-lands-of-galderia to Belmere

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Duergen Blackstone Character Portrait: Vilus Neidhardt Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Lana Character Portrait: Selena Wulfric Character Portrait: Anima Lumen Character Portrait: Adelheid Character Portrait: Cletus the Black
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It has been a few weeks since the incident at Appleton, where the Party accidentally unleash a very destructive Slime upon the town. The group was too late to stop it's horrific rampage, marking this as their first failure. The fate of Appleton weighed heavy on many of their shoulders making their once promising trip into a more somber trek. Still, life marches onward and so must the Party, for a princess still remains captured and a kingdom remains besieged by the terrible Dragon who abducted her. The weeks following their fateful journey from Beystead has led the Party to another, brilliant city, one not owned by the King but by the famous Merchant Guild! Walls surround the area as Gatekeepers allowed the Party access, after all, adventurers often need things and often having the money to spend for it.

As the Group manages to enter, a bustling city of commerce laid before them. The people as far as they could see, seemed relatively wealthy. Much more used to the dregs and poverty stricken residents of the Kingdom, seeing a more financially secured community was both welcoming and off putting. Often begging the question of how and why are these people still spending sovereigns on, well, quite frankly expensive merchandise. When there is a whole Kingdom that could benefit from the good food, shelter, and clothing. Yet at the same time, this vision of normalcy helps to ease the mind of the atrocities of the Dragon and the memory of Appleton as well. The people of Belmere even seem to go as far as to ignore the threat of the Dragon, just to ease themselves and maintain a false sense of peace.

The people seemed to have given strange looks towards the Party. Sure they can accept the fact they are adventurers, their looks clearly demonstrate that origin, but the diversity of the group alone was astounding. To see a Gnome, a Dwarf, a Half Demon, one of the Beastfolk, an Elf, and a Humanoid Slime mixed in with a cast of Human misfits, it was all quite too much even for an Adventuring Party. Still the first rule of commerce is that the customer is king and therefor must be treated as such. So despite their wild attires and racial diversity a good merchant sees past all barriers and remains open for dealings. Everybody's money is good enough! So the Party, well at least the less intimidating members are approached by many a trader looking to sell off his wares. The whole place was quite distracting. But be wary brave adventures, dangers lurk within the mass confusion of this lively city. Dangers that seek to test you for a sinister purpose.

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Taethion

The young Paladin has taken the lost at Appleton quite personally. He felt ashamed and defeated by the fact he could not save them. A Paladin is a hero to the defenseless and he has failed to come to their defense. How can he ever become a Knight if he cannot keep such promises?! Since then he has looked forward hoping to complete their original quest in order to redeem himself and save the Kingdom at large. Such a quest will truly prove if he is worthy of Knighthood amongst the Order. Of all of them, he is hungry to do right by others and seeks to redeem himself, even if he has not failed Dedarius, he has failed himself. Despite the grim tragedy he is hopeful of the future, hopeful that such a time may be close at hand. With the Love and Honor of his Lord in his heart, the Paladin readies himself for the journey ahead.

As he entered the City of Belmere, he was both quite shocked and confused at the current state of the city. Having seen nothing but grief and poverty during his travels, this city seems even more well off than Beystead. He could tell the Dragon hasn't extended much influence over Belmere, considering all of the opulence and the pristine conditions of the city itself. The people seemed peaceful and happy, which eased Taethion's mind. "At least the Dragon hasn't terrorized this city." Taethion spoke aloud. He sounded absent-minded as if distracted by everything around him. He felt weary from long day of travel and sought the comforts of an inn, that has been absent for the past week now. Yeah the appeal of sleeping on the ground does wear off eventually. With a heavy yawn he looked towards the others, "I'm not sure about the rest of you but I feel that staying at an inn would do us good right about now." Taethion spoke as his eyes searched around for such a place.


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Randionalia

The Royal Assassin however, was not so heavily distraught after the failure at Appleton. Failure did come with a certain amount of hurt and frustration for the Elven Assassin, but she was able to shake it off after sometime. Now she was focused ever more so on finding the damned Dragon and slaying it in the name of the King. She still felt unsure about her current companions, their abilities and battle experiences is not what troubles her, but rather their inexperience working cooperatively. She felt this ragtag group of adventures might not be the answer the King was looking for. Even her experience cannot account for this failing. She has done her best to help guide this group, but it seems the lot of them are more comfortable relying on themselves. Only a few seemed agreeable to following commands.

The lack of trust and familiarity with their strengths and weakness might just end their group in the long run. She has spoken with the more communicative, but the more reclusive and more stubborn has tested this warrior's patience. Randi is beginning to reach her wit's end with these people. As she entered the city she recalled this place from a mission sometime ago. She was sent here to assassinate a dangerous criminal who has risen to be something more like a terrorist. He was reported to be hiding out in Belmere. He was hoping to use the city's independence as grounds to protect himself from the Londean Monarchy. The Merchants get a bit antsy when soldiers enter the city, so the King instead sent a group of assassins lead by Randi to infiltrate and find the criminal.

They did, but the plan was more...public than she would have liked. The criminal was wily and was unafraid to even hurt civilians just to prove a point. His destruction of random buildings drew the public's attention. Soon their assignment was no longer secret and stealth was abandoned. They killed the criminal in a open battle on the city ramparts. Not too long after, she and her assassins were kicked out as the City Council blamed them for provoking the criminal. Suffice to say she doesn't feel comfortable returning to this place. In her reminiscing she nearly missed Taethion's suggestion of finding an inn. "Yes, that sounds like a good idea. I can even wait there for my contact." Randi spoke up. Earlier a couple weeks ago, Randionalia was approached by an old comrade of hers. Apparently they have been asked to complete a dangerous mission far off from Londe. She was originally against it but the assignment had the Royal Crest stamped upon it, signifying that the King requests her assistance on this mission.

If it's something more important than the effort to end the Dragon then the situation must be dire. She was told that a contact would meet with her in Belmere and from there she will have to depart from the group. Being so goal oriented she would have preferred to stay here, but her duty calls and she is not one to disobey direct orders.

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Meanwhile...

Incognito, Vilus and Duergen sat by an outside table at a restaurant. They were in the middle of enjoying their meal. "So then, are you sure those adventurers will come by this place?" Vilus asked while eating a shank of lamb. "Aye, they'll be 'ere soon, oi'm certain av it." Duergen responded. "And what makes you so sure about it?" Vilus asked as he drank more of his ale. "From de way they've been travelin'. T'anks ter our intelligence we believe they are 'eadin' for Ocford. Obviously dis is wan av de first places they nade ter go through ter git dare." Duergen spoke with confidence as he drank from his pint. "So what? Are they seriously considering us to fight them?" Vilus asked. "Naw, naw, they merely want us ter test dem...," Duergen stopped in mid sentence when a rather unruly man came walking down the street.

"Outta of my way! I need a drink! Hey you! Big Nose! Where in the Nine Hells can a guy get some grog around here!?" The man yelled as he held a man by his collar. "WELL!?" He shouted. "YES! YES! OVER THERE AT THE ONE-EYED BOWMAN!" He shouted in fear. "Why, thank ye very much, you're quite the tour guide, say mind joining me for a drink? No? Well fine then, be off on your way!" The man spoke as he pushed the frightened man aside. Something tells Duergen that this man is already drunk and doesn't need anymore alcohol. Still a smile formed over his face as he recognized the surly old man. "In fact oi believe we jist foun' de perfect test." The Dwarf gave a sinister grin as he waved his hands. Without the man noticing it, a slip of old paper was pulled from his pocket. A piece of paper that was brought to Duergen's hands. "So de rumors are true! Well, oi nu sum people who 'ill be interested in knowin' dat." With that he began to chuckle as he wrote a message on a piece of paper and like before waved his hands as it traveled off to who knows where.

Duergen then looked towards the piece of paper. "Nigh ter put dis map were it needs ter be." Duergen spoke as he began to fiddle with his hands. Vilus watched on finishing his meal as Duergen put into motion, a night that is sure to be chaotic.

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Taethion

Taethion overheard little of the conversation that Bliston was having with some of the members of the party. He didn't quite catch all the little details but the gist of it seemed to be convincing Bliston that he shouldn't be alone. To be honest, he wasn't quite sure what to think about that idea. It's true, now that he thinks about it, the Grave Digger was practically alone and look what happened. His relationship with Bliston unlike Pravus, was rocky as opposed to never having one. Still, even when it comes to the gruff and standoffish Half-Demon he wouldn't like to see him disappear as well. Not when he himself would like to form some form of camaraderie, they don't even have to be friends, but at least be tolerant of each other.

Bliston sounded annoyed as per usual, he's probably not used to this group's constant insisting. He saw Slyphine run back, perhaps to help with finding an inn. That should be the first thing on his mind to do. Whatever they decide to do with Bliston, he will find an Inn and perhaps have Sylphine tell everyone where they are staying. "Alright I'm going to ride on ahead and look for amicable enough lodgings, if anyone wishes to accompany they may. Otherwise I will send word about my discoveries." He spoke up as he turned and moved at a faster pace forward.

As he moved along he traveled down the market lane. More merchants tried to distract him by shouting offerings for a reasonable price. A man sold out of country trinkets, while another tempted him with latest fashions, particularly capes. Taethion turned down many an offer and looked for someone with more knowledge of the city that would be willing to share it. Some would, but for a price, luckily one kindly old lady did not treat information as a commodity. She gladly told Taethion, thanks to his politeness, of a nice simple tavern/inn that took people on the cheap. He was grateful to hear of such things, not to mention it was near some stables. With a thanks he followed the old maiden's direction to a small, insignificant building compared to all of the other, more grander establishments.

He entered the building to meet a old man and his young daughter. They seemed quite excited to see someone walk past their front doors. "Come in! Come in!" They cried. "How may we help you?" The old man asked. "Um, yes, hello. I was told that your lodgings were quite affordable?" Taethion asked. "Why yes, they quite are! The only thing expensive is the bar around the back, but even then it's prices are reasonable!" The old man laughed. Taethion laughed in concurrence. "Well how much are the rooms? I have quite a large group with me and I am in need of multiple beds." Taethion asked. "Hm, how large may I ask you group is?" He asked. "Well...there is about thirteen of us, but I believe a couple are opting to stay outside the town?" Taethion thought. "My, my quite a number!" The young one spoke. "Yes it is, just what are you travelers up to?" The old man asked. "Well, we are on a quest, one that will take us far across this kingdom! We have been traveling on the road for the past couple weeks and have been camping out for the past week, so my companions and I could use a nice bed for the night to refresh our spirits." Taethion spoke.

"Of course!" The girl spoke. "Well then, judging by how large your group was, well I can price your rent for-how long did you plan on staying?" He asked. "Well, at least for one night, I don't believe we will stay for any longer than that." Taethion answered. "Then I shall count the total as erm, uh, 10 Sovereigns." Taethion thought about the asking price and while it seemed some what expensive, it really was cheap considering the amount of people he is asking rooms for. Besides, it's probably closer to 50 Sovereigns anywhere else in this town. "Alright thank you, I'll be paying for that, just let me return with my fellows." Taethion spoke as he exited the building. "Good boy, Herod." He spoke as he mounted the horse. He soon found the group not long after. "Hey, I found as a decent place to spend the night, follow me." He spoke as he began to lead the way. For those that would have followed him, he lead them to a smallish building in relation to the surrounding ones. The inside was modest but was definitely far from luxurious, more rustic. The place seemed old and could use some cleaning up and maintenance. As Taethion paid the 10, his young daughter soon gave them some keys.

"Well, a group your size we couldn't accommodate to give you each your own room, so you may have to share. We have given you all a few rooms as they should be large enough to fit at least two apiece. I'll leave it to your decisions as to who will room with whom." The old man spoke. "Right this way." The daughter spoke. She lead them to a total of five rooms. Some rooms had slightly more space than others. Inside each had at least two beds, a single closet, and a couple footlockers. Only one had a window view. All of them did have lanterns for their use. "Just down the hall to the right are the bathing rooms and back down stairs to the back of the building is the bar, enjoy!" She spoke with chipper as she left the group to their own devices. Now the question is to see who feels like rooming with who?


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Vilus and Duergen

Standing across the street in a dark, dank, alleyway the two hooded men saw the Paladin lead his comrades to the Wayfarer's Bed and Bar. "'M, dare they be, nigh ter plant de seeds av chaos." Duergen spoke as he began to back away. "What are we doing?" Vilus asked. "You'll nu soon enoof fella." Duergen chuckled. Vilus then followed. "Well, whatever it is, I hope you do it soon, my order should be finished right around now." The man spoke as their voices faded into the crowds.

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Adrian:

Adrian liked the idea of nice warm bed, maybe he'll feel better after a good sleep. The rest of the group was getting along with each other and here he was moping over event that has passed. It might have been a major catastrophe but the rest has already moved on.

Selena:

Selena was listening to the conversation between Bliston and the other two whose name she doesn't know. Camping outside was an interesting suggestion, it's the most quite place, rather than an inn where she can still hear the noise from the outside. but first she went to the black market...

The black market is where you can find almost anything, they may be cheap, but stolen, maybe defective or outright illegal. They sell slaves, drugs, information, but what she need was new weapons. It appears that they'll have to go through many troubles just to find a dragon, and she'll be forced to be part of the sidetrack combat sooner than later and as of now, she leans toward single combat and assassinations.

What she need was something that can take out several opponents at once, she needs... a bomb! There's many selections (Think Assassin's Creed.), she used her own sovereigns, she has no intention of sharing with the others.

On her way back, she caught sight of two men watching her group. She decided to watch them and hide as they began to back away into the darkness.

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Bliston

While the others had gone off to the inn to secure their own lodging for the night, Bliston was in dire need of tending to some business. The first of which was repairing his armor, which still bore the acidic marks from when the slimes had tried to eat their way through it. It would require more than just some simple time under the hammer. Whole sections needed to be replaced, however that would take time and Bliston did not feel he could convince the others to stay in town for the number of days it would take to both find a smith that would be willing to service him and for that same smith to finish pounding out the new plates for his armor. So for the sake of expedience, he's need to hire a mage that could reshape the armor via magic. Probably going to be more expensive to do, if he could find one, but it'd be his best chance of getting it done with any hope of quickness.

It took some pointed questions, not the least bit helped by people generally avoiding him whenever he came near, but he was able to force someone to tell him which way to the nearest enchanters shop was. Once he had that location he started down the market road towards the arcane quarter. Within minutes he had found the place, in the more upscale side of the market district and was opening the door. Inside the shop was a place much cleaner than the dusty stall outdoors, with merchandise and decorative tapestry aligning the walls. Many object were polished well enough to see ones reflection in them, some even glowing and all around their was this thin dark blue smoke that seemed to follow the patrons about, ghosting just out of their reach.

All the trappings of an mage trying to dazzle the small minded and easily fooled with parlor tricks. However the elaborate display did tell well that the enchanter that ran this shop must at least be competent. And speaking of which...

"Welcome good patron, what can I... I... uh."

Bliston stare down at the little man attending the counter. He was young with the stubble of a hair on his chin, and judging by his attire, probably the apprentice. He was also staring at the Daemon rather wide eyed and mouth agape. Also at the counter on the opposite side was a older man dressed in finer cloths, who quickly became an non-important entity when he turned around to see what the clerk was staring at and immediately became just as paralyzed. Rolling his eyes at the reaction, Bliston stepped forward and not-too-gently shoved the other customer out of the way and slammed the pack carrying his armor onto the counter. "Where is your master boy? I have business with him." The young man looked frantically between the large daemon and the other customer, before taking a moment to find his words. "He's, uh, h-he's in the back room." Bliston leaned down into the mans face. "Call him." He ordered.

Sweating, the apprentice yelled over his shoulder. "S-sir Ingald!" He started with a high pitch. "There is someone here th-th-that want's to see you!" A call came back "Tell them I'm busy and I am not to be disturbed!" The clerk looked back at Bliston, who started to bare his teeth. "I don't think he's going to take no for an answer!" "Well tough luck for him!" A moment passed, then a low growl started to emanate from the daemon's throat. Under this pressure the apprentice promptly jumped to his feet and hurried into the backroom to argue the point personally. Judging by the smell, he seemed to have wet himself in the process.

Standing straight again, Bliston let out a chuckle. "Works everytime."

Vilus and Duergen

It wasn't long before the two men find themselves in the Arcane Quarter. Vilus had ordered a shield yes, but taking hints from Duergen, decided to add some extra precautions. "I am glad yer takin' yer shortcomings serioosly." Duergen spoke. "Yes, I normally don't much care for shields...I believed they slowed me down, but...I need the added defense more so than I thought." Vilus responded. "I am equally glad, ye decided tae address th' issue 'bout mages also." "Hmph, normally I don't fret over mages, I usually close the distance before they get to use their magic, but...they are taking our mission, very seriously." As the two spoke the came upon the Enchanter's Shop."So thes be th' place, lit us finish thes bit of business." Duergen muttered as the two entered the shop.

As they entered the shop, they noted it's rather ornate and ostentatious decor, but it should be expected from both the type of shop and just where it is located. They had no interest, in the surrounding wares, especially Vilus. He just wanted to walk up to the counter and request his order and be off. They began to walk closer towards the counter to hear the sounds of panicked speech. Oh, and the surprise they would have when they discover the source of hearing such frantic utterances. Of all the places and, of all the times...it would seem one of the fellows they have been monitoring is here before them. And of course it wouldn't be any of the less imposing of that ragtag group of would-be Dragon Hunters. No, it had to be the most psychically daunting of that whole bunch of misfits, if there ever was any. A man, or half-man, whose reputation is not unknown to either of them, Bliston Ascor, was here.

"Now what?" Vilus whispered towards his comrade. "Worry nae, we shaa jist go about our business." Duergen responded. With calm nerves, they moved forward towards the counter and decided to take their places in line.

Bliston

Hearing the jingle of the bell of the stores door ring as it shut, Bliston casually looked back behind him at who had entered. A dwarf and a human. Both in dark clothing with what looked like armor underneath. Two warriors then, looking to find the enchanters work just like he himself. It would have been simple to drop notice of them then and their but one thing caught the daemon's eye for the briefest of moments. A look on their face before their expressions schooled themselves. A look of Recognition.

That was worrying. The fact that they tried and hide their surprise immediately afterwards was even moreso. Instinct told him that these men knew him. Experience told him that they also must be looking for him. Bounty hunters out for his head? Forgotten foes looking for revenge? Upstarts wanting fame for defeating him? For his part Bliston said nothing and did nothing. He merely turned away as if dismissing them from his attention, his stance loose and casual as it had been since they entered. However when they approached the counter line beside him, he made no attempt at hiding the fact that he was watching them from the corner of his vision.

Vilus and Duergen

The two darkly clad men, decided to be casual, like Bliston beside them. While Vilus felt a bit impatient with the vendors not showing themselves, Duergen was incredibly cool. Duergen off his peripherals, noticed the Daemon eyeing them as well. Without showing an hint of expression beyond his face, besides a patient look, he was deep in contemplation. "Hm, so ye take suspicion of us do ye, scoorge of a thoosain battlefields? Yoo're instinct an' tactical mind is certainly one of centuries worth. Ye live up tae such a reputation, dorn't ye?" Duergen thought, with a certain gleam of satisfaction over this fact. "That is guid, ye will need it when ye face th' dragon." Duergen ended his train of thought as they awaited to see when the vendor will decide to show themselves.

Except Vilus wasn't so keen on letting them take their time. "Hey! Hurry it up in there! You have customers waiting on you!" Vilus spoke up. "Don't we matter to you?!" As he finished Duergen looked over to him. "Patience me friend, patience." Duergen spoke. He noticed the other man in the room, but he seemed out of it from earlier, perhaps too afraid to move or speak. It was of no consequence to them.

Bliston

Nonchalantly Bliston raised his free hand and set it on the counter and began drumming his fingers on the wood. The dwarf was the more stoical of the two, and the human was of short temper. If either of them moved, the man was the more likely to strike first. Noting their positions relative to him, he also took stock of what was around the room. This was an shop for enchanted items after all, and around them were different object of that like, even if most of them were merely for appearances. On the very counter upon which Bliston rested his hand was a display box filled with various trinkets. Small knives, plates, a helm, and even a long brass bar with glowing runes. All within arms reach of the daemon if he should choose to bring such items as improvised weapons. A sobering thought, though one only to be acted on if they gave him cause. 'You haven't moved yet, despite the fact that if we came to blows the guard would certainly take your side against me. You can't believe I am not aware of you. So you are either extremely patient, or there is a reason why you haven't struck.'

Even with those thoughts, and his attempts to remain composed, the tension in the air still began to hang heavy. Almost pricking at the skin it was so think. In between the daemon and the two strangers, the small noble sweat beads. His sense of self preservation seemed to finally kick in at this point as he finally recognized that he was standing in the middle of a group large and well armed men. "I... believe I shall make my complaint to Ingald later..." Slowly the man backed away, before sprinting towards the door. The rattling of it opening and closing quickly was the last sound heard in the room.

Vilus and Duergen

The two men made no reaction to the man's mad dash to safety. Who could blame him? The situation, seeing three rather dangerous looking warriors standing so idly close to each other. It would seem rational to leave the situation, even if nothing where to happen its just not wise to take the chance. Still, they stood but the tension was felt by them as well. It was particularly heavy on Vilus. The man doesn't feel calm outside of a combat situation and his battle instincts are alerting him to a potential fight. Not only would it be challenging but exhilarating, he longed to feel the zen of entering a battle. It was the only time he felt like himself. Yet, the thought of Duergen was nagging in the back of his head. He knows the Dwarf would disapprove of his violence. He settled on reserving himself in order to avoid his partner's ire. It was a good reason they became partners, they were able to offset each other.

Duergen did wonder some what, on whether or not a battle would come to pass. He wasn't one to allow such tension to distract or disturb him. He was perfectly content on ignoring it. Still, he worried about his more impulsive partner, but for the months onto years now, Duergen was confident that he instilled a form of regiment upon Vilus. He has guided him into controlling himself, and Vilus has been quite receptive. It was difficult at first, but knowing his battle instincts he was able to convince him that being strategic is just as important as being a good fighter. Pick and choose your battles as they would say. They continued to stand about awaiting for whoever is running this shop to attend to it.

Selena

Selena was on the roof of the Arcane Quarter where she assumed the two men in black to be, unaware that Bliston was inside the building as well. Waiting on the roof, trying to listen to what's inside, only hearing one man whose voice she believe not belonging to the two, before that same man dash out through the door somewhat in fear and tripping a few times. Her plan is only observation, she won't draw her blades unless she know for sure that they're a threat. She might have to slit their throats in their sleep if she finds out their intentions.

Bliston

With the moment's passing without active engagement from either side, even after the one non-entity of the situation retreated from the scene, Bliston could at least deduce that these two weren't planning to engage him here. They had shown surprise when they spotted him upon entering, hinting that this meeting was not intended. And they were making a pointed note to avoid making direct visual or verbal contact with him; putting on the image that this was just another trip to the market for them. That indicated they were not prepared to act now, and were trying to save their hand. And to be honest, that was probably the right course of action for them both. Bliston himself had not expected this either and without his armor against two individuals that likely knew more about him than he knew about they a confrontation would be risky. Still though, it came down to one question. Did he want this pair of unknowns walking about when he had a chance to move before they did.

The daemon sighed, shifted his weight on his feet and rolled his shoulder while he placed his attention on the door to the back room. And then his eyes flashed bright with a dark color. That earlier mentioned 'prickling' of the skin was no longer a metaphor; it exploded outward like a storm of invisible needles. Passing through walls of the building even onto the street outside. The sensation of swarms of something small irritatingly bit and scratched at the skin while a heavy weight rested itself on the shoulders. That feeling, it had a heaviness and a foul hardness to it.

... it was not to dissimilar to what Animax had left in it's wake.

The door to the back room slammed open and the feeling in the air was dispelled immediately. Out from that door came the loud deep toned shout of "All right! Which of you louts is so damnably impatient that you have to go about harassing my twit of a apprentice to get my attention." Stomping into the store popper, the shop owner marched up to the back counter, pulled out at step ladder and and then continued to stomp his way up it's steps until the tiny half-ling could reach above the counter and scowl at his guest proper. "Figures," He spat at the men who all towered over him "Tis always either the thugs or the nobles that want to yammer my ear off. Well, out with it then! What ya want ye git?"

Vilus and Duergen

Whether or not it was a good idea was questionable. Not much was going on until the sudden burst of heavy and foul energy entered the area. Duergen knew right away where it came from and what exactly was the cause for it. Bliston was flexing his muscles, he really had the nerve to actually intimidate them with his infernal aura. It was unpleasant and weighed on his body, but this was not something that would either dissuade or provoke him to action. He would attempt a smile if he didn't know that would be the wrong idea. This little act despite the subtlety did reveal somethings to Duergen. Bliston noticed their surprise, and is paranoid of the fact that could have meant they know him. It could have just been the normal surprise of seeing a Half-Demon, which is what Duergen had hoped for. And their intentions of ignoring him was to not face such a beast and not incur it's wrath. To continue on as measly worms.

Yet, Bliston was far more perceptive that Duergen had intended. Not to mention his feeling out for other's intent, of course it could have been mere deduction. They did look formidable and that, coupled with short looks could come to some sort of conclusion that this could turn deadly. Still Duergen continued to stand and act as he did before, a wall of stoicism that would not be shaken even in the face of this impressive force. Of course....it does help that he has been exposed to such auras before....

Vilus on the other hand, wasn't quite sure how to take it. He failed to realize Bliston was just showing a hint of intimidation. Yet, the dark, stinging sensation was triggering a sense of danger. He felt that Bliston's little act of letting of his aura was perceived as a genuine threat to Vilus's well being. With a honed battle instinct, he quickly reached for his sword, preparing to defend himself posthaste. Duergen eyed his partner in concern over Vilus's impulsiveness and he was correct. Before Vilus attacked Bliston in defense of this perceived threat, the combined glare of Duergen and the distracting shouting of the shop owner snapped him out of his combative daze. He just recognized what he was about to do, his mind turned off, in that instant when the aura weighed upon his shoulders. Every fiber in his body was telling him that this was dangerous. He was not the kind of man to ignore his instincts. Yet, he knew he had to..,it was fortunate the Halfling appeared when he did. This would have gotten violent.

Duergen stared at the Halfling, he too knows one must be tough when most people and creatures are taller than you are. Still only few are shorter than he, and the Halflings are one such people. He decided to crack a smile and spoke, "We ur quite sorry shopkeeper, but I believe th' largest a body amang us, was heur first...," Duergen spoke to the owner as he glanced over to Bliston, "Please, go ahead." He finished with small bow of the head. Vilus looked over towards Duergen as he nodded his own head.

Selena

Selena was surprised by the sudden surge of nauseating, painful wind that came from inside the building. She knows only one person who could release such demonic aura. She had a grim expression on her face as she knew Bliston was on the same building as the two men. Was he intimidating them? It might turn into a bloodbath inside the building from the feels of it, but his evil aura dissipated when she heard a door slammed open and the shouting of another person released the tension, the owner of the voice appears to be the one who owns the place from his way of speech.

Should she check inside? No, she can't risk it, the two men appear to know about the group and who's in it. Bliston can handle the situation if things turn bad, she'll just go to his aid when a fight did start.

Bliston

With not more than a mere shrug, Bliston simply rested his elbow on the counter and leaned down to talk to the halfling as close to eye level as he could manage. "I'll give it to you short then. I need quick repairs done." The halfling tipped his hat upwards and glared at the daemon near four times his own size. "That's it?" He groused with a tone that suggested he felt insulted. "Thats what you were so prissy about that you needed to send Aalt running for me over? I am not some dull armorsmith man." "True" Bliston nodded "However I am a man in a hurry and I don't have the borrowed time needed for someone to replace the parts a few acidic oozes ate on the way here." The little man rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, however Bliston dropped a pouch onto the wood before he could speak. It fell heavy and spilled over, pouring out several sovereigns into view. "two thousand as an advance fee for the work, and another two thousand when the work is finished."

The halfling looked at the coins, then back up to the horned man, and the two started to talk terms. In their exchange Bliston seemed to completely dismiss the other patrons behind him and act as if the entire scene before this had never happened.

Vilus and Duergen

The intense situation from earlier seemed to have blown over. It was apparent in Bliston's mannerisms. That was a relief to the Dwarf, at least Vilus and Bliston won't try and kill each other. It would have looked bad if they had to play their hand this early. Their mission is paramount overall and it would have set them back if they engaged each other or worse kill each other. Duergen noticed Bliston's urgency to repair his armor, which is telling him that they might not stick around long enough for his plans to even matter. He needs to ensure their mission is a success and...well, he would have to come up with something drastic to keep them hanging around. For the meantime, Duergen nodded towards Vilus as the two followed the Half-Demon's act and remained oblivious to all that has happened.

Bliston

With talks between Bliston winding down, a final agreement was reached. The small man would have the armor repaired by tomorrow mid day. Slipping a note to the small man with signed specifications and agreement of payment, they both stood straight. "Good business and good day to you then." The daemon said with a nod. "Oh just get out." The halfling spat. Suffice to say they did not shake each others hands. The halfling then fixed his attention on on the other two and barked, "And you lot? What business do you have to bother me with?"

As Bliston turned to leave them to their own discussion, he stopped to look one of the two in the eye for a brief second. He said nothing, but he did flash an amused if slightly feral grin. The door clamored loudly as he shut it behind him, cutting the voice of the halfing out completely to replace it with the murmurings of the pedestrians outside. Bliston hummed to himself slightly. This day had gotten very interesting.

Selena

Selena jumped down the roof as soon as she saw Bliston walk out of the building. "Bliston, what do you think of those two?" She engaged him in a conversation, knowing that his killing intent? was directed toward the two men.

Bliston

Instinct prepped by his encounter in the building cause Bliston to tighten his grip on Henvoraak, but he loosened it when he noted who was addressing. He looked about the open street before replying. "So you had taken note of them too? Strange coincidence that." He then went quiet for a moment, pondering the new information. "They hadn't been looking for a fight, even though there was optimal opportunity to strike at me inside. And they most certainly knew something of me from their expression." 'However...' If the younger kinfolk had taken note of them before Bliston's encounter, then this could mean that this was more than a personal matter as he had initially assumed. "What about you, what was it that caused you to take notice of them? And when?"

Vilus and Duergen

Vilus was quite the antsy one standing around there. The very fiber of his being was shouting, fight, fight, fight! Yet the constant anchor that was Duergen kept him in balanced. It would ruin everything and he wasn't going to be the one to fail, not this time. After Bliston's dealings with the Halfling were finished he walked off. Vilus was tempted to eye him walking out but Duegen's hand rest on his arm. Vilus looked down as the Dwarf gave him a look, that very same look that told him, he was up to something. He never did like it when Duergen would not let him in on his plans. Still, he should feel safe in trusting his judgement...even if it goes against his own desires. Duergen watched as the Half-Demon made his exit. He then walked off.

"Yes...my business is that I am here to pick up an item that I had ordered...it's a very special item, underneath my name." Vilus spoke as his voice was drowned out as Duergen exited the shop. "Sorry Vilus, but thes requires a more delicate tooch." The Dwarf spoke to himself. Was this a bad idea? Perhaps it was, and if so, well, he then deserves whatever he has coming to him. For over estimating one's worth. Still, there were a variety of factors in his favor. For one, he is alone, and is the least, intimidating of the two. At least he isn't a walking armory like his partner and doesn't sport nearly a brutish visage as his partner. Two, this makes it very easy for Bliston to overtake him and of course kill him. So why would he intentionally enter this situation knowing that. After all, he was sure Bliston caught notice that he was the more reasonable of the two. As Duergen walked to follow him, a woman appeared from on high near him. She looked familiar as well, so four, he was outnumbered...so many advantages he has given them. So, he estimated that this move on his part will pique their interests.

Here's hoping his plans will work. If not, then, there will be more. He continued to move at a casual but brisk pace. He didn't want those two out of earshot of him, nor did he want them out of his sight, and more importantly theirs."Bliston Ascur! Ah wish tae hav an audience wi' ye...ain yer friend to, of coorse." Duergen spoke up. Now only time will tell if his plans will succeed.

Bliston

In spite of himself, Bliston felt a grin cross his face. This was about to get interesting. "Hold that thought a moment kid." Turning around to the black clade dwarf. "Well," he called back "I was wondering if and when you would finally come forward to talk. But I am no king, master dwarf, and you need not my permission to speak." Consciously he positioned himself slightly between Selena and the stranger, even though logic dictated to the horned halfbreed that if the man wasn't going to attack him in the shop when he had Bliston alone and out numbered he likely wasn't going to do so with the situation reversed.

Duergen

Duergen chuckled at the Half-Daemon's response. "Of coorse, but when a body wishes tae discuss business, it is best tae approach it wi' a level of civility, wooldn' ye agree?" Duergen spoke. He noticed Bliston position himself between his friend of course Duergen himself. It was only slight, after all, his friend is a person he recognized now that he managed to secure a better glimpse. It was Selena Wulfric, a newer comer to this group. And from his understanding another mercenary, although not nearly as famous as Bliston, it has been reported she does an outstanding job. "Noo if ye dornt min', Ah would like fur us tae speak elsewhaur, that's not so...public." Duergen spoke as he waved his arms about the current street they are on, calling to attention the amount of people walking about.

Bliston

"I'm sure you would." the horned man hummed. "If you so want it then very well. However I would prefer that I choose where we have this discussion."

Selena

Just after Bliston responded to Selena, the dwarf came out of the shop, they should have moved to a different location. Selena put one hand to her throwing knives, just in case. Luckily the dwarf don't seem to be looking for a fight, he might tell his goal in this discussion. She walked beside Bliston, but kept her hand on her knives.

Duergen

Duergen bowed his head at Bliston's request. "A coorse, whatever ye wish, so lang as we keep thes between us three." Duergen responded as he waved his hand between them. "Lead on."

Bliston

With a nod the daemon started the trek down the street. Gradually the migrated away from the higher end part of the market quarter, eventually giving way to what could be informally called the 'entertainment' district. A place where those that worked in manual labor could disappear once the day was done. It would be rude to call it seedy, but neither could you call it 'clean'. Still though, here Bliston was able to find what he was looking for. A small watering hole just off the road. Quaint, quiet, with just enough room around it's entrance for a quick retreat if required. Inside they found the bar itself was dimly lit, with pipe smoke floating about. However it also had secluded booths. Perfect for hushed conversation.

There entrance did draw a few stares of varying degrees of surprise or distaste. A trio of foreign patrons, two of them half breeds and one dwarf, all clearly armed. It smelt trouble and it was apparent that a few of the regulars didn't take kindly to the intrusion. However the fact that they were armed was enough to dissuade anymore than a few dirty looks. Placing a few coins on the counter, to which the bartender (an oddly dandy looking man with pink dyed mustache of all things), gave one curious glance over the three before pointing to an open booth in the back.

Bliston motioned for the dwarf to take his seat first, before sitting himself opposite from the stranger in black. "Now," he started "you know my name, but I am unaware of yours."

Duergen

Duergen took his seat, as he ignored the strange visage of a man, if he can even call him that. The place was decent enough for a private conversation, not nearly as public as the crowded streets of Belmere, but still in a public enough setting that Bliston and Selena can feel some what secure in. Not that he had any intentions of ambushing them in some alleyway. He sat across from them as he looked towards the Half-Demon. Duergen then chuckled, "Weel, Bliston, ye aren' exactly a nobody." He responded. "Still, I shall divulge mah identity, ye may call me, Duergen Blackstone." He answered.

Selena

The dandy bartender surprised even Selena, she even stopped for a moment and stared at him, the bartender wasn't even deterred by her glare. She followed the two to the booth and sat across the dwarf that called himself by the name Duergen. "I am Selena Wulfric." She introduced herself, thought the dwarf might know Bliston's name, she is unsure if he knows hers also it's only respectful to introduce oneself.

Bliston

Bliston nodded before resting both hands on the table. "Well then, since introductions are over, I do hope you don't mind me getting to business straight away. Specifically, what it is that you want from me." He paused. "And I assume this isn't limited to me alone in this instance."

Duergen

Duergen nodded towards Selena, "Aye, pleasure tae meet ye." He spoke as he looked towards Bliston with a furrowed brow. He stared at him for almost a full minute, gauging him, studying him, as if in pensive thought. He finally spoke as his narrowed gaze lifted. "Aye, o' coorse, what I want from ye is yer service. Ye are a mercenary, both of ye, reit?" Duergen spoke as he took out a single gold coin and began to fiddle with it. "I would like tae purchase yer services, both o' ye." He spoke as he tossed the coin to the other side of the table. "Thaur is more o' it, than that in it fur ye, o' coorse." Duergen chuckled.

"Hmm," Bliston leaned back as he caught the coin mid air. "That would depend largely on the job itself." He twirled it in his fingers before setting it back down on the table. "Though you should know, first of all, before we go forward with this that technically we are already under employ with a current assignment. If it is something that would take considerable time then I am not at liberty to say if our current schedule will allow for much deviation."

Duergen then laughed, which might have seem quite strange from the abruptness. "Now that be th' thin', thes job would coincide wi' yoors, not deviate." He then chuckled again. "I am weel awaur, o' yer quest fur th' king, tae save his daughter an' his kingdom from th' dragon. Ye see, I dornt wish fur ye tae end yer quest in fact, I want ye tae continue it." Duergen spoke as he looked them both in their eyes with dead seriousness. "I too, want somethin' from th' dragon, somethin' more precioos tae me, than some over-privileged maiden. So then, are ye interested?" Duergen asked.

Bliston

This had Bliston raise an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. It also sparked a warning signal in his mind. An object guarded by an incredibly powerful creature, wanted by a man that he knew almost nothing about save his name. You didn't need someone of his experience to see that there was something more behind all this. "And what might this item you are looking for be? Don't dance about the subject, If I'm going on a goose chase I'd prefer to know the specifics of the bird I'm hunting."

Duergen

Duergen chuckled, very smart. "Weel, then I hope if I teel ye, then ye are interested in th' job?" Duergen spoke as he sat back in his seat. He eyed them both carefully as he began to speak again. "I shall paint ye a picture. Within th' dragon's lair, thaur he amassed an impressive treasure hoard, but within all that gauld, thaur is but one object I want." Duergen paused as he mulled over his words. "Their is, a crystal, one made o' pure ebony...I want ye tae take it from him, an' bring it tae me." Duergen spoke as he leaned in. "So I ask again, are ye interested?" Duergen asked as he looked at them with a tense countenance.

Bliston

A dark chuckle escaped Bliston's throat. "And this gem certainly isn't cursed or holding the soul of some angry fallen deity." He slid the coin back across the table to Duergen. "Very well, I will look into it. But keep the advance pay for now. There is no certainty that I will be coming back from this intact, and I make it a point to not cheat my employers, even if by accident."

Duergen

Duergen chuckled, "Certainly not." He spoke. He then dropped his hand upon the sliding coin as he looked towards the Half-Demon, a bit confused. He then smiled as he looked towards Bliston after his comments. "How very thooghtful o' ye." He spoke. "I am very happy that ye will look in tae it, but thaur are some conditions I must express. First o' all, I would very much like it if ye didn' mention thes tae any o' yer companions. Ye two are professionals, an' understand it best tae no't ask alot o' questions. I am afraid th' more upstanding' o' yer crew will not be so keen about that. Furthermore, I want ye tae take thes." Duergen spoke as he took out a slip of old paper and placed it on the table. From the looks of it, it looked like a piece ripped from a bigger sheet of paper. "Troost me, ye are going to need thes fur later, so please keep it safe." He spoke.

Bliston

Bliston took the paper and held it up under an examining eye. Squinting a fair bit, Bliston could see small lines on the paper. A glance at what looked like image of a tiny tree hinted that the paper might have been part of a map.

Selena

Selena remained silent throughout the conversation, she was never good with talking. Other than reporting the situation. Heck, she don't even negotiate the price of a mission and take it as it is. Well as suspicious as it is, she's fine with taking the job, they can just check what this gemstone really is.

Bliston

"Very well. I can agree to those terms." The Daemon finally responded. "I assume there is a place you would like me to drop this gem off at if I should find it?"

Duergen

Duergen then hummed. "Weel that would remain tae be seen. But thaur is a location, I would like ye tae take th' stone at, 'ere lit me write it down fur ye." Duergen spoke as he took a pen, a small ink vial, and a piece of parchment from his pouches and began to jot down something. "Thaur ye go." He said as he laid the note upon the table. It read about a small town, named Thrushton and it described a small mill near a river side, where he wishes the stone to be handed off to.

Bliston

The horned man picked up the note and glanced it over before tucking it away for safe keeping. "I will endeavor not to be late then. Pleasure doing business with you master Blackstone."

Duergen

"An' tae ye, maister Ascur." Duergen bowed his head as the Half-Demon prepared to exit the current scene. As he watched him go Duergen spoke up for the final time, "Oh an' as ye leave, a fair bit a warnin', many a dangerous men may come lookin' fur ye, try an' be careful, aye? Wooldn' want tae wish ye luck on yer joorneys, jist tae have it mean notthin', aye?" He chuckled as he bid them both a farewell.

The setting changes from belmere to The Lands of Galderia

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"Help! Everyone! There are people trying to hurt our friends! Please wake up!"

The gnome sat up at the sound of screaming from the halls and immediately smacked his head on the bed. "D'Arvit!" He rolled out into the darkness and stood up. Now that he was awake he could hear the clanging of metal and crying. If there was an attack going on, the men attacking were very silent, even his gnommish good hearing couldn't pick up their footsteps. The screams that woke him weren't going to be loud enough to be heard from outside very well, so he figured he'd take the initiative and get some outside help. Casting the Clarion charm wasn't very difficult, charms like Clarion are only used for one small purpose and so are simple to perform if one has the correct knowledge and just enough inner magic. He moved his arms to casting position and performed some quick hand gestures that culminated in cupping his hands to his mouth. The resulting horn sound could be heard for miles in every direction. It was going to be pretty surprising, he suspected, but it wasn't going to be loud enough to break the eardrums of the people nearby. He didn't want to incapacitate his allies, especially the ones that were mid-fight. After the horn came his voice, just as loud and far-reaching.

"The Wayfarer's Bed and Bar is under attack! Attention, The Wayfarer's Bed and Bar is under attack!"

When he'd finished the spell, he began rummaging through his pack. "Let's see if I can find it before they come for the source of that call..."


Kam and Jor

"Aye, like I saed, th' Dragon Hunters be in th' city aen Ah be trevelin' with them already." The dwarf said, marching out towards the edge of the city with no regards to whether the guard captain could keep up.

"Then lead me to them." Kam said, his patience wearing thin with the gruff creature in front of him.

"Ah daen't know where they are."

"How?! You said you were with them."

"Ah am."

"You just left them somewhere in the city and went out? What if you lose them?"

"Ah be sleepin' ootside th' gates. They can find me there."

"But it's important that I speak with them, or at least Taethion or Randionalia."

"It'll haev to wait."

"Gah! You-" Kam turned to the sound of a horn that seemed to come from another part of the city but also all around him. "The Wayfarer's Bed and Bar is under attack! Attention, The Wayfarer's Bed and Bar is under attack!" "Oh no! That's probably them!"

"Well looks like they be havin' a fight!" Jor hefted his axe. "Maybe we should join in."

Kam grabbed his spear from his back. "Let's go."

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(tagging everyone because it's to quiet in the pad)

There had been something bothering Bliston. At the edge of his senses he could smell something faint. It was part of his original plan to separate from the others (particularly that blasted blob of goo) in order to sniff out anything that might have followed them from Appleton and hopefully discern what had caused the grave diggers disappearance. With the ambiguous warning of the dwarf though now adding to his previous concerns, it was becoming clear to the ancient mercenary that this job had become much more complicated than originally expected. Which now begged the question, exactly who were the players involved. Duergen was clearly one, but Bliston doubted that he had anything to do with the vanishing shovel man.

This smell though that he picked up on the wind. Thought it was incredibly faint to the point of almost having missed it, it also was close and seemed to be keeping the same distance with him. And it smelled of the abyss.

He might have just found another player of this game.

"The Wayfarer's Bed and Bar is under attack! Attention, The Wayfarer's Bed and Bar is under attack!"

And apparently they had found them. "That was the gnome's voice." Bliston said as he stopped, along with a number of other people walking the street, and looked back the way he and Selena had come from. "Well, Duergen's so called warning wasn't idle after all."

It wouldn't take long before the first signs of trouble would appear at the other end of the street.