Belmere

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.

Two weeks ago during the night nearby the camp sight.

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Pravus

The whole camp was asleep, well, all except for him. He always stood on guard for he never slept. He simply couldn't rest, that was beyond him now. He stared out through the darkened woods, between the shadowed trees cut through by beams of moonlight. While the others were shaken by such sensation of failure he was long hardened against such hardship. Still, the question as to why he continued nagged at him from within. Yes, the girl's spirit was entangled however he had long ago buried his vigil as a soldier. Only since being press-ganged into this band of primitive warriors has he reclaimed his old mantle as a soldier. He was a grave digger, he buried the dead. While there were going to be many dead along the path these people walked his role amongst them was widely misunderstood.

Still, he would do as he must to prevent another land from joining the fallen empire in such a fate. If the path he was to walk was with them he would argue not with the whims of fate strange as they may be. Perhaps one day these people would learn a level of civility to end death and suffering for long enough that he may finally finish his work and finally honor his heritage. Everything seemed normal. Not a sign of danger was present near the small circle of worn out adventurers, resting after the death they've witnessed at the hands of their own inexperience.

Or so it seemed.

A rustling through the grass drew his attention, his head whipping over to identify the cause. At first it sounded like little more than the smooth weaving of a snake through the grass but the subtle metallic clinking told a different story. Gripping his spear in both hands, the point aimed ahead towards the direction of the sound as he proceeded a couple cautious steps forward he approached the cause of aforementioned sounds. One of the few downsides of his mask was always the fact that it limited his vision to an extent. Seeing the world through two glass lenses he looked hard to spot the danger but it was much too late. It was beyond his control well before that point.

Suddenly it snatched his own feet out from under him. Metal hooks latched onto his heels, biting down almost like the fangs of a serpent while pulling with irresistible strength. It was all happening faster than he could mentally keep up with as in the briefest of moments he went from standing firm and strong to sliding down the forest floor by his feet. As strong at the chains were he felt almost weightless in the grip of whatever had just seized him.

He swung the spear the bonds which pulled him along but the edge met with the hard, unyielding metal chain links causing no more than a gentle metal clink. "Damnit!" He swore loudly, struggling to liberate his legs from the grips of the hooks which pierced firmly through cloth, leather and flesh, gripping the bone with metal tips that held fast while the chains pulled like silvery tentacles, moving and weaving like living limbs.


All was in vain. He had managed to catch his spear between two trees but the spear snapped in his grasp, failing to event so much as slow his abduction. He quickly looked again for another way to try and escape when he saw it. A small hole in the ground just barely large enough to fit a man down. The origin of the chains appeared to lay down the hole which was where he was being taken at great speed. At that moment a feeling he had long deemed forgotten suddenly swelled up within him. Fear.

No matter what he wanted little more at that moment than to not go down that hole. He let go of the shattered remains of his spear and reached out for something, anything he could grasp which he could use. He struggled to try and free his legs even if that meant ripping them off but to no success. One last second before he was to disappear into the dark pit of unknowable depths. His father's shovel! He yanked it from his back holster and only just managed to hold it out so that it'd catch on the hole horizontally and give him something to hang on to. Just as he was dragged into the foreboding black pit the shovel braced against the sides of the pit and he held tight for dear unlife. Something wasn't right however, less so than it already was.

Rather than continuing to pull at him it was at the hooks which brought him all the way there just suddenly went slack. The only force which pulled at his legs now was the weight of the chains which hung limply from his dangling feet. Just as he was about to pull himself up however something rose up along his arms. More chains snaked their way up his arms, winding their way around his arms before rising away from his hands at the wrist. Each chain was tipped with a hook, five chains to each arm.


From below, how far remaining to be known, a soft chuckle from a gentle feminine voice was heard. It would of been an entirely sweet voice were it not for the mild distortion which overlaid the ordinary voice giving it an unearthly sound. Just as the voice could be heard the chains who's hooks hovered right by his fingers seemed to twist and snarl into the facsimile of a wicked looking wiry hands, each one tipped with claw like hooks. The hand's hooks seemed to dance playfully along his hands, the hooks tracing lines along the back of his hands and fingers until they made their way over the tips of each finger on both hands.

"Stop!" He shouted at the first claws pried both of his pinkies off from his shovel's handle. He tried to resist but the strength of the hooks were incredible, far greater than even an undead like himself could stop. The same repeated itself with each finger as the hooks slowly peeled each of his fingers from his grip on escape from whatever fate lied below, taking their time as though whatever commanded these chains was savoring each moment. Finally he was hanging on by nothing more than his thumbs and index fingers. Most men would have let go around the ring or middle fingers but Pravus's lifeless grip was nothing less than firmer than a set iron manacles.

Nothing was going to stop what was going to happen next. The last pair of hooks tauntingly brushed their tips past the fingertips as though to remind him of his impending fall before going for the kill.

"No!"

With his last fingers pulled free he screamed his last words on the surface world before he fell. He drove his fingers into the dirt in a desperate attempt to claw his way back up but the chains around his feet suddenly regained their vigor, his fingers leaving grooves down the side of the hole as he was dragged down until he faded from view and his voice was no longer audible. Whatever became of him would not be known by mortal minds.

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The following morning.

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The party would wake up to find Pravus no longer amongst them. The hole that was there was there no longer. All that remained of Pravus was his shovel, a few scraps from his cloak hanging upon the trees he was dragged past and the distant sound of rattling chains still echoing from seemingly nowhere.

Still, the quest must continue.

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Present Day

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For her first few days life had been quite a roller coaster of emotions. From the joy yet fear of meeting strangers to the sense of guilt towards the death's of the people down in Appleton and the mix of everything that came after, it was an emotionally exhausting experience to say the least.

She was quite fond of her new paladin buddies. She made efforts to befriend some of the others as well. The more reserved ones seemed less well inclined towards her efforts and the ones that emitted dangerous energies kind of scared her. She really did feel quite bad when the one that seemed to emit a low necromantic vibe disappeared. From the evidence that remained it seemed as though something quite unfortunate happened but no one had managed to determine what the cause might of been.

Across the weeks that they had taken to get there she had already learned so much about the world. Furthermore she had learned a bit more about both divine and standard magic from the few knowledgeable members of the group. She was a good listener and quite eager to explore any venues of knowledge she could.


Ahead of her laid the city of Belmere, an experience unlike any other which wasn't that unusual for her given her inexperience. She knew from discussion with the others that the people would find her appearance unusual so she made sure to conceal herself using a large cloth draped over her like a cloak so as to keep her identity mostly hidden. It still didn't help that her face was green and rubbery and she constantly left a trail of slime wherever she went but so long as she was able to keep to herself she was relatively overlooked.

She overheard her good friend Taethion speaking of staying at a tavern for the night. Sheepishly she slimed her way over to him, shyly speaking up to him. "That sounds quite good. As I understand my kind aren't as widely recognized around the lands as a peaceful species so if... If it's alright with yourself would you speak on my behalf?" She asked, comforted by his holy aura but all the same careful for being in a crowded city was an alien experience for her. Never before had she been surrounded by so many people and deep down she had a bit of a fear of being separated from her only friends and left to try and fend for herself all alone in such a foreign place.

Day 21 (lol timeskips)
Belmere

Even after two weeks, the overall mood of the group didn't seem to have improved much. It was kind of hard not to feel dejected after something like that happened, and one party member vanishing--no matter how antisocial or unlikable he had been--didn't really make anyone feel better. Worse, trying to deal with those slimes put the party very far off their original course, and the road continued on for quite a while without passing any major settlements. Combine that with everything they lost, and...

Well, it was probably good fortune that they ended up in such a bustling place as Belmere. Still, Sylphine's hood didn't really do a good job of hiding a sour expression. She was at the front of the group, a bit closer to Taethion, glancing around at the wares people were selling. Some of these things take flamboyancy up to a whole new level, she thought, gazing distastefully at certain clothing and jewelry stores.

Why, because they're prettier than the things you'd find back at home? Pirika teased. Somehow, she had been able to recover a bit more from Appleton than Sylphine herself had, and was now back to making snide remarks. Currently, the bird familiar was sitting in Sylphine's arms.

Sylphine sighed. Thank you for reminding me that we come from a secluded village. I completely could not remember. She glanced backwards at the rest of the party, seeing quite a few tired faces. For her part, Sylphine also felt quite tired, especially since she hadn't really been flying much lately. But at the same time, she still felt rather unhappy, and wanted a bit more time to herself.

Nudging Taethion gently, she tried to remove most of the irritation from her expression and whispered to him, "Once we find an inn, ask the others if they need anything. I could go out and get it for them..." Of course, the matter of how many sovereigns were in her pockets completely hadn't crossed her mind. "In any case, what kind of inn are we looking for? A cheaper one, or...?"

Adrian:
The past few events was bumming Adrian out. "There's just been so many things out of my hand." He sighed. He couldn't even touch the slimes, well nobody could, but they had their ways to deal with it. He looks like a mess, dark circles under his eyes, his back slumped forward, his enthusiasm from when he started was nowhere to be found. The streak of defeat hasn't been good for him.

The happy atmosphere of the city didn't even so as much as to get his attention. Too tired to even look up. He really need something that can raise his mood. Thought he just want to lie down in bed for now. He want to continue with the quest, he have to or he might never recover.

Selena:
The event at Appleton is very unfortunate, but Selena had no reason to be sad over it. For as far as she knows, everyone is a stranger to her. She is just with the group out of mutual interest, well not really... Most of them do it for honour probably, but she is there for the reward, everyone has their own. She has no intentions to make friends with them, or make idle conversations.

She groaned as she looked around the city. She hates crowd, people staring at them as if looking at a freak show, the collected noise of the area was irritating her ears, and some of the traders' wares have a strange smell that stings her nose. She wants to get away as soon as possible. She quickly disappeared from sight as she slipped away from the crowd and to a dark alley, to the city's darkness where evil hides, where unsuspecting citizens disappear and never come back. Thugs can try to ambush her, but they'll catch nothing even if they bring dozen. She fits in there better...

Taethion

Taethion, not only searching for an Inn, but also a place to store Herod. He was lucky to have his oldest friend with him, but the events back at Appleton were far too close for his comfort. He was still unsure how he survived, but has learned not to question these things, these little blessings from Lord Dedarius. Still the lost of much of the horses have left their group encumbered and sluggish. It took a bit too much time than it should have to reach Belmere, and as much as he would like to buy more horses, he simply did not have the Sovereigns for such a purchase. The City of Belmere already priced their goods a bit steeply considering the times.

This was not the only thing on his mind, but his memory keeps recalling Pravus's sudden disappearance. He wants to believe that the silent, masked, digger left of his own accord. Simply tired and disinterested in continuing this quest of theirs. He wished for such a change of interest, but what little evidence left seemed to suggest otherwise. The lost of Pravus, perhaps stunned and hit the Paladin more than it really should have. He wasn't very communicative, and Taethion was never quite sure why that was. It could have been that he didn't much care to familiarize and befriend his fellow adventurers, or perhaps it was because he couldn't speak, or maybe there was a language barrier, Taethion had no clue. The Grave Digger was a complete enigma not just by the way he dressed, but by his actions, right down to his mannerisms. The man held something back, perhaps a great source of knowledge, knowledge that he would never get to know.

He wished he could have gotten to know Pravus a little better. Someone that hides often has much to tell. He understood and respected privacy but the Grave Digger was a question that begged for an answer. Now he is both disappointed and saddened by the circumstances of his abrupt departure. He has prayed since that he will find eternal peace. This also led him to think of Randionalia. The Elven Assassin has announced her plans to leave because of the King's orders. It sounded dangerous, even though she didn't let on much about what she was off to, he just assumed since the King's seal was on the letter. It seemed the group was beginning to dwindle and began to fear that this one failure is tearing them apart. No! He could not think in such a way! This quest must be accomplished! So much is at stake here and they cannot give up now! One town was destroyed yes, but there will be so much more destruction if they fail to stick together! He dug down deep, searching for the will to continue, and he has it.

He could see the group is tried as well. Perhaps sleep will rejuvenate their spirits to continue forward on this grand quest of theirs. The others seemed to agree. Taethion made a light laugh after Adelheid's comment. "Yes, it would seem quite so." He chuckled. He began to enjoy the company of one of their latest companions. He felt a sense of kindred spirits with Adelheid, considering he was Paladin as well. At least that was what he was led to believe. He did remind him a bit like his Grandfather, although without alot of the sternness and gruffness. Then he was approached by their other latest companion, which he too, felt a bond with the sentient Slime. He didn't quite understand the complexities of the processes that went into making such a creature. But it didn't quite matter since he felt that Anima was a fine addition to the team. Her connection to the Holy Arts was...well, strong. Stronger than even he felt he had. She learned quickly what little he showed her, it was rather amazing.

She was quite a shy thing though but he felt honored to speak for her. To some, speaking for others is reserved for people of high standing. Sometimes it's perceived as snobbish or on the flip side important. "Well of course I would! I have no qualms if you feel it would best assist you! After all it is my duty as a Paladin to help others in need of it." He spoke with pep that has been absent for a while now. It seemed Taethion was starting to feel like his old self again. Then came Sylphine who asked about what sort of Inn they were looking for. "Well I don't mind the expense, but perhaps it would be best if it was cheaper rent, considering the low amount of our funds." Taethion spoke a bit saddened by their recent poverty. Funds are important for adventures like these. "But so long as it has a clean bed and a place for Herod here, then I am quite fine with whatever we find." Taethion finished as he pat the horse's neck. "If you wish to be of such service, but I do recommend bed rest, it does the body a whole lot of good." Taethion mentioned quickly. He did enjoy the young one's company. Besides some of the others, he did felt like he knew more about her. At least enough to be considered friends, he hoped.

Which led him to seriously consider speaking to the others. At this point from all of the misfortune that has happened, he cannot afford to no longer do so. Their stubbornness be damned! Randi was right, they should seriously begin familiarizing themselves. Who knows who else may disappear into the night. Asha, Gale, and Florette or Lana or what ever her name was were the closest ones to him, in regards to how unfamiliar he was with some of them. He dismissed himself politely from the two ladies and spoke towards Asha, she seemed aloof, and well, he felt it maybe easier to speak with her at the moment in regards to attitude. Gale would need a little more work at the moment, and as for the girl, well, he wasn't quite sure how to speak with someone who is, multiple people? Was that right? "Hello, Asha." He spoke directly towards her in a friendly manner.
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Asha & Taethion

Asha's gaze was drifting again, unfocused and uncertain. It was often in a state of idleness that she felt calm, relaxed, at ease - but she knew that this feeling, too, was a familiar one. It was almost a premonition of sorts, an omen of what was to come in the future. It was likely not a product of her own mind, but the blade that always rested at her side, which remained ever silent but seemed to speak to her at the strangest of times. She almost didn't hear Taethion's greeting, and after a few seconds, turned to face him.
"Hello. Is something on your mind?"

She seemed distracted to him, but at least she snapped out of her current daze to respond. "Well nothing serious I assure you, but we have been speaking of which Inn we may wish to stay in, what are your feelings about where we should stay?" He asked. He wasn't quite sure what to do but making idle conversation is the first step into knowing about another. Once the barriers are broken through easy enough speech then he can start on asking more about her. "I mentioned a place where they have clean beds and stables, but we are also concerned about things like prices." He spoke trying to ease in ever more so. Hopefully it might be enough for her to go on.

Asha made a brief, indifferent survey of the area with a slow sweep of her head as though she were looking for an answer somewhere nearby, but all she said was, "It doesn't matter. Cheapest one is fine." She looked to the rest of the group and then back to Taethion. "Others might not agree, so you'd best ask them, too, so we know if we should make some quick change before we settle on a place. I don't suppose you have a standard for what kind of environment you'd like to spend your night?"

Taethion listened as Asha spoke and much like her demeanor, she seemed remote as well in her speech. Still she was speaking and that was a good thing. "Hm, yes quite right, it would be best to get everyone's opinions on this matter." He nodded in agreement. "Hm? Well, not much I have to say, being underneath a roof with a clean bed is about all I want, compared to spending the last week or so camping on whatever even laid ground we could find." He spoke with a bit of drag when he mentioned the past week. "And if people agree with the cheapest as well, then I shouldn't make too high of demands." He spoke with a smile. "How about you? Are you sure you have no specific desires for your lodgings?" Taethion asked.

"I'll be fine as long as I'm not killed or abducted in my sleep," Asha shrugged. "Comfort is the least of my concerns. If the place isn't clean, then I'll just clean up later. All there is to it. I usually do sleep outside, actually - I don't make much money so I often don't bother to pay for lodging, either. Of course, should anything happen. . ." She patted her sheathed sword. "This thing has an interesting habit of pulling me awake whenever there's danger present. It's quite a subtle sensation, but noticeable nonetheless."

Taethion was quite a bit interested in Asha's sword. The way she spoke about, made it sound like it had qualities beyond the normal. Here he was thinking it was just an ornate blade. She seemed like a hardened and cold woman, but being an adventurer does require a level of toughness to survive. Still she seemed exceptionally hardened, and her sword was interesting and mysterious as well. There must be more about she hasn't divulged about it, so many secrets and mysteries amongst these fellows. "That is quite the gift you have there in that sword. Just so you know my sword too has magical qualities, and, I know I haven't mentioned it much, but you may have seen me use it once in battle." Taethion spoke trying to connect with her by using a shared similarity. "You see this blade," he points to his sheathed sword, "Was given to me by Mentor and Grandfather, it was inscribed with a Spell of Returning, so whenever my sword leaves my hands, I can summon it back at will, pretty interesting eh?" He spoke with smile. He wasn't trying to boast in anyway and hoped Asha would register that.

"Well, it's fairly handy," Asha agreed, eyeing the paladin's weapon. "Though its uses number many more than that. By 'summon back,' do you mean it the sword physical moves to your location, or your sword teleports to your hand? If the former, that sounds quite dangerous - hopefully it would return hilt first."

"Hm, I suppose a better way to put it is calling it back." Taethion spoke as he dwelled a bit on her sword. More uses? he thought. "Well I don't quite understand the complexities of the enchantment, but I simply outstretch my hand and the blade flies back into my grasp, hilt first of course. It's always done that and I've familiarized myself with it so much, I really don't have to think about it for it to return." He spoke with a small chuckle. "It's almost as if it understands when I'm calling out for it, interesting now that I think about it." He spoke as he made another chuckle.

Asha held her own sword up, sheath and all.
"Is that so?" she responded quietly. "I've always felt like my blade understood me more than I understood it. And not in the pleasant way." Her grip tightened as she looked down at the dull, golden sheath, wondering how many owners have looked at it before and had the same thoughts. "Sometimes. . . sometimes I feel like it's trying to control me. It's a thought I only have in passing, it hasn't influenced any of my actions thus far, but. . ." She shook her head and lowered the weapon. "I don't know. But whatever this feeling is, it's my duty to find the answer. That's why I'm here."

Taethion looked at her sword as she held it up. He began to feel that would be a rather uncomfortable thing to believe. He even glanced at this sword. He never felt that way with his blade, of course he didn't believe it was actually learning about him. He felt it was just like a partnership man and blade as one. Still he supposes not many have a relationship to speak of with their swords, normally just being sharp pieces of iron or steel. He felt a bit pensive and began to worry about Asha's predicament with her sword. Can it really be doing all that she says she feels? He can't begin to imagine a fear of it actually controlling one's self. Still he admired her determination to learn more about and smile at the fact. "Well I hope you accomplish your duty, Asha." He spoke with a bow of his head. Well at least he learned some more, and figured it would be best to put her in his prayers as well.

"If I don't," Asha replied solemnly, "then I hope that there may be someone who can take my place. This blade - no, this key - has harbored secrets for far too long." Too many have died trying to find the truth behind this weapon, and the gate that it opened. It was about time to end the cycle.

Her last comments sort of left him at loss for words. Not to say he was shocked but wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. She seemed quite somber after that last comment. Just what secrets was she referring to? Perhaps it was a figure of speech but it felt more than that. She knows more than she is caring to mention and perhaps it's for the best. No need to press a topic that seems to resonate with her in a very personal way. Yet the most curious of all her words was key? Key? It made no sense whatsoever, but there was a reason she inclined to put some attention towards that description. If it is a key, then what is it a key to?

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Asha, Taethion & Anima

Anima had followed Taethion since he had accepted her humble request earlier. Waiting her turn she listened as they spoke of their blades. The woman whom she had come to know as Asha spoke forebodingly of her weapon, the words of someone pursuing something seemingly without purpose. She couldn't really tell much from the cryptic clues she had dropped but she was concerned from the gloomy attitude which hung overhead. Though she had remained passive throughout the conversation she managed to summon enough courage to come forward and speak her thoughts on the matter. "You mustn't worry about the blade so. We'll help any way we can to make sure you see whatever it is to it's conclusion!" She so optimistically spouted. Perhaps her words of encouragement were misplaced and quite likely ill informed but she put her heart behind each one because she really cared for her and her troubles. Feeling a slight sense of shyness for having stepped into the spotlight all of a sudden she shrunk down slightly and looked to Taethion for support.

The paladin seemed to go over what Asha had told him, though she didn't bother so much for wondering what exactly it is that he pondered about. The slime from the tower edged in and spoke to her to reassure her that they had her back. Resting one hand on the hilt of her blade she turned to Anima and gave a pleasant smile. "Thank you. It would be a fool's errand to complete this task alone, but none of you are obligated to throw yourself in harm's way for me - this is my path to walk, and if you wish to help, you may. Just know that you have been warned: You will almost certainly die if you tread in my footsteps."

Taethion at time was mulling over the perplexities of this, Asha and her sword. Speaking with her seemed to have left him with more questions than answers. Not to say his intentions were answers, but he has more interest in knowing more about her. It was then the speaking Slime, Anima, spoke up. He looked towards her with a smile. He found the Slime to be rather delightful at times, and felt gladdened by her pep. It was good to see such high spirits. He felt this group could use some of the optimistic energy in their lives. Sure, this world is dangerous and they will face many dangers along the way, but that doesn't mean they couldn't attempt to be friendly at least with each other. He is even going as far to hope that they all can trust each other, when trust cannot be found with no others. He then looked towards Asha, he worried at first about her response but then gladdened even more at her words of thanks. He did have an impression that Asha was more kinder than she let on. Of course she's place this barrier around her and does make it difficult to understand or even believe she is kind at all. Perhaps if everyone was not so worried about talking with each other then maybe we would all learn that we have, not just differences, but similarities as well. Then her words became more foreboding. What is so dangerous about this sword? That it may learn and control others and become a key to something? In order to break this current gloom he spoke up, "Well thanks to you from me as well, it's great to see someone willing to help others. Lord Dedarius shines brightly on such things." He spoke to Anima as he turned to Asha. "Your quest sounds like it's rife with all types of dangers, I understand we are already on this quest but as a Paladin, I too will offer my assistance if you need it so?" He spoke. "After all its what an adventuring companion would do as well."

Asha only smiled again, slowly shaking her head. Perhaps he was simply too nice for his own good - to settle his persistence, she may as well tell them now. "I regret to tell you this, but what lies along my journey is likely to be beyond you or anyone else here. The dragon is only one of many steps, and possibly not the most dangerous of them, either." She held her sword up again, horizontally as she slid it partially out of its sheath until all of its markings were visible, two of them glowing a faint red. "Do you see these glowing runes?" she said, making sure that they could both see clearly. "There are seven of these, and I must release each one to complete my quest. Each rune on this sword represents a being of great power, a being whose blood must be absorbed by its blade. Including the dragon, that means five remain, and there is no telling what risks these challenges will entail. I am sure not all of us will survive our encounter with the dragon, but to ask anyone else to repeat the process four more times is simply too much to ask." She swiftly sheathed her sword and set it back at her side. "From what I can tell with my travels with you so far, you are kind people. But there is a line that must be drawn here, and I wish that you all might see it before you are certain you are ready to cross. Please, do not get involved."

From what he understood from about the past half month that Asha was distant and intent on remaining that way. It would be plausible and most believable that her words were meant to separate her from them. To intimidate and dissuade simply because she didn't want people around her, to satisfy curiosities and then frighten. Yet, Taethion believed that wasn't so. She, in her own way, truly has concern for them and feels that he or Anima cannot help her. The task she has entrusted herself with is truly a dangerous one. She not only must kill a Dragon but also other dangerous creatures. What sort, he doesn't know, but if they can possibly be more powerful than a Dragon then, he isn't sure if this quest can be completed. It sounded like a suicide mission, so why in the world would Asha do this? Who in their right mind would accept such a quest? He looked towards himself, why would he then agree to slay a Dragon? Perhaps he understood her better than he believes. Asha was convincing and even he felt a bit of doubt.

Quincy always said he was too kind for his own good. Still, does one have to be a coldhearted killer to complete any dangerous quest? Why can one not still feel things like compassion and kindness, while still having the bravery to see an end to a journey? People always say this is far too naive, but why does he have trouble accepting such advice? He looked towards his own sword, and then glanced towards Pravus's shovel strung along side his saddle. Some of them didn't quite understand why he brought along a shovel, it's just a shovel, what use could it be? Perhaps he was being overly sentimental for a person he cannot say he was even an acquaintance too. In all honesty the Grave Digger was a stranger and always will be. Still, he figured it wouldn't be right to just leave it behind for some complete stranger to do what he pleases with it. The shovel did give him a constant reminder, to be there for others before they are gone.

He turned towards Asha and spoke, "You're right, there are lines and I have never crossed them...I have been told that many times, and maybe your right, maybe I will never cross it...but there is one line that I know that I will never cross...and that is abandoning a friend, even if it would mean certain death if I chose not to...if I fear that then I might as well abandon this quest here and now, for I would not be able to complete it." Taethion spoke with resolution. He is already agreeing to facing a Dragon, this quest already spells certain death, what's four more equally deadly beings? It's fear and apathy that keeps a world in darkness, Quincy has said so, even though he said it without expecting Taethion to take it to heart. He wants to fight for a brighter world, that is why he is here and will continue to remain until his own demise.

"You're a paladin, aren't you?" Asha smiled. "I'm sure your time is better spent elsewhere, there are many more people who will need your help. You don't need to think of it as abandoning me - I certainly don't value my life over yours, so I can only hope that you won't, either. I am not so afraid of death so please, do not trouble yourself with my affairs. Your life is worth more than that." Even as she spoke, she was losing faith that the paladin would be dissuaded. Her smile faded and she began averting her gaze. "Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. Forget everything I said."

Taethion wasn't quite sure what to say. In fact he felt it best he not say anymore on the matter. She won't gain confidence in him or anyone else in one conversation, no matter how many pretty words he may speak. But that does not mean he has given up, Asha, the way she speaks, it seems like she's had a rough life, and has been hurt by it. In fact, all of these people, the way they act, there all hurting inside, even Bliston. Perhaps he is wrong, and only sees what he wants to see. Yet, his Grandfather acted simiarly too and despite all of the words thrown at him like disillusioned, a drunk, a nobody, a shell of a man, Taethion saw a great man. He decided to let up on Asha...for now...it's going to take alot more work...a lot more work for everyone in this group. To restore faith and confidence...that is a task even more difficult than slaying a Dragon.

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.

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.

Anima

Despite their efforts it seemed Asha was not swayed by their words of camaraderie. While Taethion seemed to take the stubborn stance of the solemn swordswoman in stride she came away from the whole discussion feeling more dejected than before. She hadn't the opportunity to mention it but ever since she had joined them she had gotten the feeling that she might not necessarily be wanted by some of their members. Between the part-demon who outright despised her, the grim crow masked figure that emanated necromantic energies who disappeared under most disturbing implications and the unfriendly dwarf were all unpositively slanted towards her in attitude.

As a creation who's sole purpose was to help people she sure felt bad at her job. No attempt she had made thus far had helped anyone despite her best efforts. It didn't help that as she followed Taethion about the city streets she received nothing but strange glares and suspicious whispers from the townsfolk that she passed by. She did her best to hide her appearance but there were somethings that couldn't be covered by a big cloak such as a lack of feet and the trail of slime she left wherever she went. Occasionally some of the things she'd hear in passing were truly worrying. She did everything short of outright clinging to Taethion to avoid being separated from him for even a millisecond in this town.


She was finally given room to relax a little as she ducked into the inn Taethion stepped into. She hung back while Taethion discussed their room arrangements and prices with the friendly folks that owned the inn. She had the feeling that they might not have seen her yet as everything was going quite regularly. Who knows? Maybe these people will be really nice and not care that I'm a slime. It would be quite lovely if that were to be. She hoped deep down before being stirred from her introspection by the innkeeper's remarks regarding rooming.

Now her immediate choice when considering who to room with would be Taethion given that he's a follower of Dedarius, a god she's already beholden to by essence and worships along with him. Of course he might have other ideas about who to room with and she didn't want to be an imposition upon her good friend. There was of course Adelheid but he seemed a bit harsher and their relationship started a bit rocky. Iator was a friendly person and while not of the same faith as her he still seemed warm and receptive to her. It was especially good that they both enjoyed discussing magic as well as talking in general.

There was of course Adrian and Sylphine. The younger members seemed more laid back and friendly but she hadn't gotten much opportunity to really connect with them. Gale seemed kind of nice but he tended to keep to himself more and was sometimes a bit off in his behavior. Asha was a self explanatory case and she already knew how she felt the others might feel towards her. Given her rocky relationships with the dwarf and the half demon she didn't want to push the tensions by staying in their rooms as it could end poorly and just wind up alienating them to her which would make her feel awful. She thought hard on her decision before speaking up to Taethion on the matter.

"I could room with you if you wanted. I'm alright with rooming with any one of us though. We are a party after all and I'd be happy to go with any one of them. After all, a party is all about trust and I need to trust them if they are to trust me too."

Taethion nodded at the suggestion given to him by Adelheid. "You are most certainly right, it would be appropriate that the women and men of the group should sleep in separate rooms." Taethion spoke as he looked towards Anima, thinking over Adelheid's words. She said she would room with him, but, even though Taethion isn't quite sure what the Slime really was, it did resemble a woman and therefor he didn't feel quite comfortable having her room with him. "Um, thank you, but I think it would be better for you in fact to room with Sylphine, Florette, and Randi or with Asha or Selena." Taethion spoke. He then noticed that while a couple of their members opted for outside accommodations, the rest of the rooms had more space to than they would have.

As for the men that would stay, it seemed Gale and Iator would room together, and Adelheid has already claimed a room. "I'll room with Adelheid," Taethion spoke up as he looked towards the last of their group, Adrian. "Hey Adrian, you can room with us if you would like?" He asked the young boy. "Anyway, I would run a bath myself but, I am incredibly exhausted, I think I'll take a nap and then head for the showers...besides I think I would fall asleep in the tub if I did so." He chuckled as he entered the room. He placed his gear nearby the other bed in Adelheid's room. He then removed his armor and boots and under armor. Stripped to his basic clothing he decided to plop right into the middle of his bed. He closed his eyes as he attempted to get some much needed rest.


Meanwhile...


Outside of the city of Belmere, there was a nearby camp that sat at the mouth of a cave. Soon the message created by Duergen found it's way in the hands of a masked man. The man took the slip of paper as he read it's contents. He knew what this was immediately. He quickly ran it to a black haired man at the center of their campfire. "What's this, T'zigo?" He asked as he looked it over. "Well, well, well, looks like our contact came through for us, boys!" He chuckled. "Those guys he wants us to take the hit on must be there, but, also...the boss's old friend, Cletus is there as well." This stirred the rest of the cutthroats as a rising sense of blood lust began to well up within the camp. "Remember! Bring in the thief alive! The Marderosian will pay us handsomely for the reward...in fact, Jarken!" The man yelled as a hooded member of their crew appeared. "Yes, Garreth sir!" "Send word to The Marderosian, tell him that Cletus is in Belmere and we will have him soon enough!." "Right." Jarken responded as he mounted his horse and rode off.

"Alright men, let's move on out! We're gonna be rich!" Garreth laughed maliciously as he mounted his horse along with a sizable group of thugs and criminals. They rode off, heading towards the city of Belmere.

Day 21
Belmere

After a bit of searching, Taethion found a place for the party to stay for the night, and led the others there. Even though she had already stated she would sleep outside the city, Sylphine followed them so she would know where they were staying--that way, if something really did go wrong, she'd be able to find them quickly. She had also sent Pirika off to follow Bliston so that she'd know where to find him as well. So this place is called the Wayfarer's Bed and Bar, huh...

Of course, when she saw the rooms in which the others would be staying, she immediately regretted her choice of staying outside. Sleeping on the ground or in trees could get pretty uncomfortable, after all, and doing it so many nights in a row was even less fun. It probably wasn't too late to tell Bliston and that dwarf that she was changing her mind, but...

Just at that moment, Gale approached her and suggested she room with Lana--er, no, wait, Florette. It didn't take long for Sylphine to make her mind up. "Oh. Um, yes, of course...I'll have to tell Bliston I'm staying inside, though." Right then, she felt her face heating up from embarrassment over her own immensely awkward word choice in that conversation.

Quickly trying to take her mind off that subject, she looked down the hall. "So...I guess that room's ours, then..." she murmured, looking at the room furthest down the hall. "Okay...this way, Florette." Reaching down gently, she took the smaller girl's hand in hers and walked towards that room.

By some luck, the room Sylphine chose happened to be the one with the window. Good, now Pirika will be able to come back here if she pleases without bugging the others...well, except for Florette, but that can't be helped. Taking her coat off and hanging it in the closet, she kicked off her sandals and laid down on her back upon the bed. To say the least, it was definitely better than sleeping on the ground.

Unfortunately, Sylphine knew she couldn't enjoy this feeling for too long. Sitting back up (and immediately wishing she could lie back down on the soft mattress), she looked up to Florette. "I'll have to head back out to tell Bliston I'm staying in here tonight, rather than outdoors," she sighed. "Is there anything you want me to get for you on my way back?"

Day 21
Belmere

After starting to say she didn't need anything before awkwardly pausing in the middle of it, Florette finally settled on asking for some water. "...huh? Couldn't you just get it from our hosts, though?" Sylphine asked, a bit confused. "Oh...never mind, I'll get it done. I'll be back soon."

Thinking about it, putting her coat in the closet had been pretty pointless, since she was already heading out again. Pulling it on while walking out the door, Sylphine wondered if she should see if the others needed anything just in case. Of course, she probably couldn't carry that much at once, so maybe she should listen to their requests after coming back...but that would probably leave her too tired to do anything. Ah, decisions, decisions.

After a short while, she decided to just get on with it and hurried out the door, back through the streets. The sky was already quite dark, and torches lit all the shops up. It seriously was difficult to believe these merchants ever slept, for they were still trying to market their bizarre and extravagant wares with as much zeal as before.

While Sylphine walked briskly down the street, hoping to get things done quickly so she could have a rest, she tried contacting her familiar to speed things up. Hey, Pirika. Could you help me out here?

What is it this time? Got lost on your way to meet--

Don't even start, Sylphine interrupted, feeling her face go red again. Anyway, I can't fly here without making a scene, and I have to let Bliston know I'll be staying indoors instead, so could you help me figure out which way is quickest to the entrance from which we came in?

Wait, you're staying indoors? Wow, what a shame. So you don't want to babysit the daemon after all. Oh, well, you're still a teenage human, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised at how hectic your lov--

At this point, Sylphine felt like getting hopelessly lost would have been better than being teased this much by her familiar. She picked up the pace a little, trying her best to tune out the insults.

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 sun slowly began to set off into the West as the Merchant City of Belmere becomes ever still active. In fact maybe a little more so, the night life here is surely a thriving one. Yet, not even this city of commerce would expect a wild night such as the one that is about to unfold. Within the One-Eyed Bowman an uproar could be heard and at first, one may disregard it as early evening rumpus. Yet, if one could discern for themselves the difference between a boisterous party and actual distress, a man would be yelling, nearly tearing up the bar for what he calls a piece of a map. The man came thundering out after his search proved to be a fruitless one.

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY MAP!?!?" The man shouted as he continued to push passerbys aside. Some didn't even get off that easily, as he would interrogate a few in his drunken rage. The man was like a raging bull as he rampaged down the street in clumsily fashion. He is uproarious behavior attracted the attention of a few guards. "Hey you! Stop!" They shouted. "AW HORSESHIT!" Cletus shouted as he stumbled down the street. "Wait! Get back here!" They yelled as they followed the man.


Meanwhile....

A group of cloaked men entered the city on horseback. "Alright leave the horses over here, we need to split up if we are expected to find who we're after." Garreth spoke as he dismounted. A group of two and a half dozen men followed his actions as they tied their horses up at a nearby stable post. The masked man called, T'zigo, quickly scaled the side of a building to the roof. He was then followed by six other nimble climbers. "It looks like they're pullin' that carnival routine huh?" Spoke one of the armed men. "Yeah, no one will escape them, especially T'zigo, he's just too good." Spoke another. "Hey, enough of your chatter! Spread out and start looking! Some of you come with me, we're going this way!" Garreth commanded as about five of those men followed him, as the rest moved out into the city.

At most the night has been rather uneventful for some in the Party. While a few of it's members traverse Belmere's burgeoning night life, a good majority of the Party remain at the Wayfarer. While they enjoyed the basic amenities, becoming relaxed in their restfulness, not a thing to disturb them, as their night marched on. That was until they would suffer the misfortune of a group of unwanted visitors come a knocking. As the group either rest or cleaned on the roof of the building across the way, a group of seven men stood perched as they watched the quaint little Inn. "Hm, judging from the set of instructions Master T'zigo has, this is the place where our client described the Dragon Hunter's stay." Spoke one of the men. "Hm, yes I believe you are quite right." Another concurred. "Perhaps we should take them out first, Master T'zigo?" Asked a third. The man in the White Mask, looked towards his people and merely nodded.

And with that they quickly lept about the rooftops and silently landed upon the Wayfarer. As they crawled about the roof tops a couple climbed towards the up stairs window, while two headed for the back entrance, and the last two headed for the front entrance. All the while T'zigo himself stood atop the building. The acrobatic assassins surreptitiously entered the building without much cause for alarm, especially the front entrance where the men simply walked in. The Old Innkeeper had no idea that these men were at all very dangerous as he gave them a proper greeting like he does all guests. As for the others they had to be more stealthily. The back entrance was closed for the night so they had to lock pick themselves in, whilst the above floor group began to pry the window open.

It didn't take long for these skilled infiltrators to enter the building at their desired locations. The backdoor group quickly entered the back, and there to see them was the Keeper's Daughter. Yet before she could scream at the intrusion she was quickly silenced as one of them placed her in a headlock. The Daughter struggled a bit but she eventually passed out from the lack of air, after which the men locked her away and out of sight in the nearby storeroom. As for the above floor group they opened the window and quickly slipped in to see the room's inhabitants. To the men's surprise was actually a small girl, but the girl dressed confusing different than any other little girl they have seen. Still, the only patrons here are supposed to be the Dragon Hunters, but the information on that paper could be wrong. They weren't very descriptive beyond where they said they would be holed up at. Still, she was out of the ordinary and that paper did explicitly state that in its regard. Taking no chances the men armed themselves with daggers as they menacingly approached her.

Meanwhile downstairs, the two assassins were distracting the Old Innkeeper with idle chat as it provided enough distraction for two more of their associates to quietly climb the stairs to the upper floor. While doing so, they drew their daggers as they prepared to enter the first door they saw.

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As the men began to mess with the door's lock, a more rested Taethion slowly arouse. He quickly noticed the stench of himself and decided now is the time to take a bath. It's not that it bothers him, such amenities like bathing would have to be forgone in relation to this sort of job. In fact baths are few and far between for an adventure, depending if they are near any suitable water sources. Yet, having a nice, warm bath, sounded just the right amount of heavenly at the moment. While he prepared to leave for the bathroom, the two assassins entered the room. They locked eyes with Taethion, weapons drawn, and with a bit of trepidation, Taethion quickly held out his hand as the two men advanced. Quickly the sword flew into his grasp as he quickly went to block their slashes. The men were surprised at this act as the sound of metal clanging echoed in the room.

Taethion continued to block their stabs and cuts as he managed to push them off. "I don't know who you two are, or what you want, but if you believe you can just step inside someone's room and attack them, then both of you are seriously wrong." Taethion spoke as he went on the offensive. It was then, that things got more difficult than he would presume. Rather than block they dodged and in this confined space they did that very well. They quickly bent and rolled off to his sides, and soon they were behind him. Taethion tried to pivot into a swing but the assassins continued to stay low in a crouch. With a good level of nimbleness they crouch walked past Taethion while swiping at his sides. Taethion let out a pained grunt, as he felt the blades cut the sides of his body. Luckily they didn't cut deep but they did break the skin as he felt blood run down from his shirt on to his pants. Blast it all! He is without his armor and these men are more coordinated than simple burglars. Which raises the questions, just who are they, and what do they want?

Taethion

Taethion did his darnedest to fight off the assassins, but these men seemed comfortable fighting in this enclosed place unlike he who isn't. More slashes came as he felt cuts across his arms, shoulders, and legs. He was starting to become a bloodied mess, he will have to use a healing prayer to get by. Unfortunately there seemed to be no stop on their onslaught and there wasn't any room to distance himself to perform such a task. It wasn't until the shouting of Anima that stopped their assault. The men looked to each other with a displeasing sight. "It seems, we've been spotted..finish him off." One of them spoke. Before they could attack, Taethion did as he swung at them hoping to catch them off guard. Despite not being on-guard they were quicker than him and managed to hop out of his range. His struggling ended when a sharp kick met with his face. Taethion was knocked out unconscious. "There end this miserable wretch...I'll finish with the others." The man spoke as he exited the room.

Once he stepped out, he once again notice that sticky substance from earlier. He didn't pay much heed to it when walking up the stairs. After all this seemed like a cheap establishment and didn't expect the place to be the most sanitary of living spaces. Except there was far more of it this time. "Something else is here, making this." He spoke underneath his breath. He decided to follow the trail as led him near the bathing rooms. One such room seemed to be occupied...an easy kill the Assassin thought. Before he could enter the bathroom to kill whoever was bathing, there came a shout from further down the hall. Someone has alerted the others of their presences, that person must die. Then just as he looked away from the baths he was attacked by Adelheid!

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Randionalia

"Dalin, what in the Hells is happening up there?" The assassin asked. The other killer checked and then spoke, "I haven't a clue but it seems we've been spotted!" The assassin responded as he drew his dagger. Back upstairs Randi quickly ran forth and kicked Taethion's door open as she saw the Assassin about to drive his blade through the Paladin's heart. His head quickly turned to see the intruder as she quickly dropped to one hand and performed a low spinning kick that met with the face of the assassin. This drew him away as his head hit the nearby cabinet. He felt blood flow from his nose as he quickly shot up and with an angry growl, charged the Elf. She avoided his stab by running up the wall and then jumping over him, while keeping her legs tucked as to not hit the ceiling. She landed her acrobatic stunt with a quick volley of three knives. Each one planted itself into the assassin's back as he turned around and took some slashes to Randi. Randi dodged the initial set as she jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around the assassin's dagger arm, and with a quick shift of her body, her weight was enough to snap the man's arm. She quickly detached, spun around him and grabbed two handles of the knives in the man's back, and then brought her foot down on the back of the man's leg. He shouted in pain as he dropped to his knees as Randi forcefully removed two of her knives from the man's back as she quickly brought them both to his neck and made the killing blow. She slashed his neck wide open as the blood sprayed and spluttered all over the floor of the room. The assassin dropped dead in a pool of his own blood as Randi quickly kicked the Paladin in the head.

"Ow!" Taethion spoke suddenly jerked awake. "What the...who the!?" He sputtered as he quickly jumped up away from the dead body. "By the Gods!? Did you do that?" Taethion asked. "You idiot, you nearly got yourself killed." She spoke as she quickly cleaned her blades. "Now hurry up and heal yourself, there's more of them in here." She spoke as she left the room. "Oh uh...thank you!" He shouted. She then spoke back, "Don't thank me, thank Anima." Taethion nodded to himself and then began to speak a healing prayer.

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Florette (Lana)/Sylphine vs Orsen and Wellus

Meanwhile, in Florette's room, the two assassins were a bit confused by the girl's crying, perhaps she is just someone's little brat. "Well she seems normal." Spoke one in a hushed tone. "Perhaps...," The other responded and then he heard the ruckus and screaming for help from beyond their room, "...it seems we've been had, grab the brat Orsen, she will make for a nice bargaining chip." The assassin commanded. Orsen was about to grab her when a Green-Haired Girl interrupted them. "What the!?" Orsen spat as wind surrounded the child. The two men heard her threat as they looked at her unfazed. "What now, Wellus?" Orsen asked. "Don't worry, I got this one." He spoke as he quickly ran to the wall, and then jumped off it, using it like a launchpad to come in hot, as he tried to stab Sylphine.

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T'zigo and Randi

T'zigo continued to stare at the building while his men tried to handle the Hunters in the most discreet of ways. Yet it seemed their timing was for not and the whole thing was going down hill. He didn't know who was dead or wasn't it, but this assassination was taking longer than it should. And with the addition of the Flying Girl, added more numbers against them. The man then cracked his necks, shoulders, and knuckles as he took a running dive through the bathroom window. The glass broke around him as he rolled up to his knees halting his momentum, and then he stood. He knew that discretion was no longer an option and took no steps to silence his entry. He took a single step and noticed that the bathroom had all of this stickiness to it. Something he didn't like, this could provide them the necessary environmental advantage, considering his steps could be misplaced on account of how sticky and slippery this gunk is. He preferred to fight on smooth surfaces, or surfaces that were at least dry. Also the area was a bit too dark for a physical confrontation, although would be perfect for assassinations. Yet his noisy entrance was brought to the attention of Randi as she ran up to the door to the dark bathroom. To see this visage of an assassin.

T'zigo watched the arrival with interest as she quickly tossed his way three knives. Relying more on his other senses, he jumped up and high away from the knives as he launched himself from the ceiling and landed on the ends of the knives' handles. From there he then launched himself out the window with a few front flips as he landed feet first on the ground. Although it may have been from a second story building, T'zigo seemed unfazed from the drop as he quickly ran down the alleyway leading out into the street. Randi quickly moved to the window to see where her foe ran off too. This wasn't good, even though the one's she killed had some training, this guy was on another level. It would be difficult to point certain details out, especially if one is not an assassin like her. Yet, being of a similar profession, she could almost tell how another assassin would think based on her own experiences.

This one might just be on par with her, and that worries her. It was dark in the room, but like her, he must have noticed the sticky surface. She has, but luckily there wasn't as much of it in the halls. A trained assassin could find steps to avoid the troubled areas and still fight with as much lethality as if the slime wasn't there. Except this bathroom has one crucial difference, the slime was practically everywhere, Which means navigating these floors for safe spots, in this darkness? Not smart for a fight, he must have understood this, which makes his next actions fascinating. When she came in, she tossed three daggers at his position, which he quickly dodged by jumping away, but instead of jumping backwards he launched himself high enough to where his feet touched the ceiling. From their he pushed himself back down, upon the handles of her knives and from where he landed he could see and position himself to jump back out that window for an escape. It was smart, he landed in all of the places where there wasn't any slime to ruin his momentum...she inadvertently helped him to escape by giving him more slimeless surfaces to move around upon. Also this guy knows how to not only fall properly, but distribute the force from a fall throughout his body so none of his limbs would break.

She grumbled as she moved away from the window and picked up her knives. She hoped she that they could just have another quiet night like the last week's worth. Why did their have to be someone out there trying to kill them!? As much as she would have liked to leave them to their devices, now she can't very well turn away while a talented assassin like that man is still out there. She will have to hunt him down and kill him...herself.

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Taethion and Adelheid

Soon both heroes and villains attentions were diverted when Iator casted his charm. The Assassins downstairs grew anxious. "Wha-what? What's going on here!?" The Old Innkeeper asked suddenly afraid. In their haste the Assassin nearest the old man decided to knock him out with a swift punch to the face. "Dalin! We best withdraw, an assassin's work is best committed when undetected." The Assassin spoke. Dalin simply nodded as the two bounded out the front door.

Taethion had finished his prayer when he heard the Clarion Charm. He was worried about his friends as he ran out into the hall, nearly slipping on the ooze. "Whoa." He blurted. He moved down the hall only to run into Adelheid. "Oh Adelheid! I see you've fared better than I against these foes." Taethion spoke as he looked towards the assassin's corpse. "I just hope the others are as fortunate." Taethion spoke with worry. Then Randi appeared before the two Paladins. "Randionalia, did you encounter more of the villains?" Taethion asked. "Yes, and for that reason I must go." Randi answered. "Go, go where? We need to make sure the others are unharmed!" Taethion objected. "Then you two do it, I haven't the time to finish off the rest of the fodder...their leader is the one who must be dealt with!" Randi barked as she began to run off. "Wait, wait!" He shouted but the She-Elf was on a mission and would not stop for anyone. As she disappeared from his vision, Taethion turned to Adelheid. "Well looks like it's up to us...Iator I assume shouted, we should see if he is alright." Taethion spoke.


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Cletus

Meanwhile, Cletus skulked about the city etching closer to his hideout when suddenly he was surrounded. "Whoa boys, uh if yer looking fer some extra gold m'fraid you've chosen the wrong bastard to steal it from. I be just a drunken vagrant." He spoke with a hiccup. Then came a laugh from with in the hooded faces as the thugs parted to give way to their leader. "Hello again, Cletus the Black." He spoke as he walked up to the old thief. "It's been awhile." Garreth spoke. "Oi! Garreth that be you under there?" Cletus asked. "Of course," he responded as he removed his hood, "Glad to see you're not surprised." "Aye, not much surprises an old dog like meself." Cletus jested, "Good, then you won't be surprised when I take you prisoner...The Marderosian wishes to speak with you." Garreth spoke as he laid a hand on Cletus's shoulder.

"Wha? He still on about that one thing...or was it that other thing...or uh that one time, errrrr," Cletus was then suddenly interuptted, "Shut up you fool!" Garreth spat. "You're not talking yourself out of this one." He spoke as he prepared to drag him away. Then suddenly Cletus spoke once more. "Yeah...you're right, but I can help you." Intrigued Garreth turned to face him. "Oh yeah? With what?" "With finding those other people yer after." "Really? How?" "Oh I saw them knock over a few of your boys, took'em out quite easily. They're tough and fierce warriors, yer gonna need more than the men you've got if you wanna take'em out." Cletus spoke. Garreth mulled over Cletus's words and then spoke, "How can I trust you, the word of a thief?" "Well, you clearly got me outnumbered and well, I be a fool if I tried and resist. Besides I know what they look like, I can spot them out of a crowd for you. So c'mon just trust me on this one." Cletus smiled as he held out his hand. "Fine, Cletus, I'll listen to you but after I finish with these Dragon Hunters you're still coming with us." Garreth answered as he shook his hand. "Of course, I understand." Cletus responded as they cut off their handshake. "Lets go." Garreth spoke as the group wandered off.

Day 21
Belmere

Exchanging a few words with his partner, one of the assassins launched himself at Sylphine, an action which took her quite by surprise. She had expected an attack, but not one this abrupt...and more importantly, this fast.

Quickly composing herself, she raised her left hand, in which winds were still gathering, and detonated the sphere of air prematurely. The blast, which blasted in all directions for around half a meter or so, was not only intended to push her opponent back, but also blasted her backwards a small distance, keeping her out of the assassin's range...for a few seconds, at least. The moment I enter their attacking range, I'm done for!

She hadn't even finished sliding backwards before her foot kicked off the ground, sending her into the air. Flying under such a low ceiling was a really, REALLY bad idea, but it was still better than staying on the ground. Holding the staff horizontally behind her back with one hand, Sylphine bade a silent apology to the party's hosts. Then she swung the staff in another wide arc in front of her, producing a wide wind blade aimed at the first assassin. Whether it hit or not, it was bound to make a mess.

"Florette, get out of here NOW!" she ordered, flying backwards from the recoil of her own attack. "Find the others and stay with them for now--I'll take these guys down!" Hope I can make good on that promise...

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Not long after Sylphine had entered the building, the white masked man had descended from his lookout point and entered the building. Crap! He was too fast for me to follow! Letting out an angry growl, Pirika flew towards the window through which the masked man had entered, but had to fly back a moment later as he leaped back out of the exact same window, as though he were about to make a run for it.

Well, I'm not about to let that happen! Pirika decided, flying high above the man and flapping her wings furiously. Bursts of wind rained down from her wings, aimed to hit the masked man if he continued to run in the same direction.