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The Mercenaries' Princess

The Mercenaries' Princess

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The princess is cursed with a kind of 'disease' that threatens her heart, so she's locked up in her room by order of her mother. She escapes with the hope of finding freedom, and finds herself in the hands of the mercenaries.

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In Camdiere there are several Kingdoms, each with their own Kings and Queens, each with their own rules and regulations. In the Kingdom of Iverien, there is a young Princess who, when very young, was diagnosed with a strange disease. This sickness is in her heart and it is triggered by any strong, negative emotions that she may encounter. This can cause her to faint, or be in serious pain for some time. Due to the disease, her Mother -fearing that her daughter may die because of it- locked her away in the castle never to have any interactions where a strain might be put on her body. Here, the Princess lived for many years, stuck in that palace with no real way out and only able to look at the freedom that lay within arms reach and never able to touch it.

Nearing her twentieth birthday, the Princess had put into motion a plan to escape. Of course, once she was freed from the castle only then would she find out things that she'd never known before. Unknowingly stowing away in a carriage that belonged to a group of mercenaries, she found herself travelling with them and sharing in those experiences with them. Along the way, the group runs into much trouble that seemingly at first is not something to worry about. However, as the troubles increase, it becomes apparent that there is something odd about the Princess' condition and soon it is revealed that she holds a very strange and very powerful kind of magic. This is what brings all of the troubles to the group of mercenaries as Lords of the other Kingdoms find out about her power and wish to seize her in order to use the Princess for their own gains.

There's one mercenary who can help her to get over the pains in her heart, a key to the uncontrolled power that she wields. The question remaining now is, how long can they survive against several Lords of different Kingdoms all vying for the Princess' life?


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The Princess: Sakura Dieriean ~ played by: Qaida

Mercenary One -male-: Shyc Regaile ~ played by: Qaida

Mercenary Two -male-: Dinan Soulbreaker ~ played by: Derek Smith

Mercenary Three -male-: Yanugwe Mehjan ~ played by: Finneline

Mercenary Four -male-: Razeluxe ~ played by: FamishedPants

Mercenary Five -male-: Nahvariik ~ played by: RTMX

Mercenary Six -female-: Willow ~ played by: Homesick Angel

Mercenary Seven -male-: Yoshiku Nakato ~ played by: Voxel-Chan (γƒœγ‚―γ‚»γƒ«γ‘γ‚ƒγ‚“)



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A couple of finer details. I'm looking for the Princess to have a relationship with a male mercenary and my mercenary Shyc, to have a relationship with another male. (If that came out confusing in any way please message me I'll be happy to explain :) ) This isn't set in stone, though, and I'm very open to other suggestions and the like. However, it's the 'ideal setting' for the story so I would like to keep it as much as possible.

Magic, a small bit of modern technology and different kinds of races are totally okay with me, so go nuts in creating your characters :) If you're unsure about a type of character, you can always ask me via PM.

Fights: I like to be very detailed in a fight scene, but I'm not going to ask you to be seriously detailed in them too. So long as it's coherent and I know where you wanted to go with the post, you'll be golden :D Be sure to keep up with everyone's posts and try to accommodate for what happens in their posts into your own. If you get confused in anyway, OOC is there, or you can PM the other player or myself to help you know what's going on :)

Posts: I don't like really short posts. So please try to make your post at least a couple hundred words long (say like four-five paragraphs). If you know for sure you're not going to be very active during this roleplay than please reconsider joining. I don't mind if you get busy or do other things or what not, I totally understand, don't get me wrong. However, I would like to see everyone posting at least one to two times a week to help keep things moving along. If you cannot post at all, please let us know so we can move on and you're character can catch up later on.

I'm very open to any ideas that anyone might have. This story will be driven by all of us, so feel free to add to the elements as we go along. New problems or situations that you think would go great with the story, feel free! If you're unsure, again, you can always ask me.

Please be considerate of each other in OOC. Conflicting characters are always fun, but don't be mean to each other outside of the RP. Also, when it comes to fights, please no God-Modding. No overly powerful characters that never take a single hit (that's just boring and unfair). Refrain from taking over other characters unless otherwise specified by the writer in OOC.

Also, be active in OOC! In other words if you know you’re going to be gone somewhere for a while, please let us all know. If you have midterms to study for, you’re super busy at work, or something has come up that will definitely impede your posting, please please let us know!! :)

Other than that, have fun!!

If you were good and read everything up to this point, please let me know in your Character Sheet by adding to the 'Other' section: 'Freedom' If you haven't added freedom to the 'other' section of your character sheet, I probably won't accept you! Be sure to do so :) (I might be nice and if I really like you're character I'll ask you to add it to your sheet at some point :) )

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Camdiere

Camdiere by Siryn

Camdiere is the land of seven Kingdoms. Each Kingdom has it's own rules, regulations and so on. Camdiere -as a whole- is lush and vibrant with many different types of terrains to suit all who live there.

Kingdom of Iverien

Kingdom of Iverien by Siryn

Princess Sakura hails from and the Mercenaries employer, the Queen lives.

Iverien

Iverien by Siryn

Princess Sakura hails from and the Mercenaries employer, the Queen lives.

Kingdom of Duun

Kingdom of Duun by Siryn

Kingdom of Duun is a hostile environment, both with it's wildlife and it's people.

Kingdom of Visterie

Kingdom of Visterie by Siryn

Kingdom of Visterie: A lush place of forests and magic.

Kingdom of Sivvrien

Kingdom of Sivvrien by Siryn

Sivvrien is a beautiful Kingdom: open grasslands with strange rocky formations all around.

Kingdom of Truell

Kingdom of Truell by Siryn

Truell: the Kingdom of Ice.

Kingdom of Ollian

Kingdom of Ollian by Siryn

Ollian; a pleasing sight to sore eyes that have been burned by the reflection of sunlight off the snowy cliffs of Truell.

Kingdom of Kieva

Kingdom of Kieva by Siryn

Kieva is another extreme place, the desert.

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7 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sakura Dieriean Character Portrait: Dinan Soulbreaker Character Portrait: Nahvariik Character Portrait: Shyc Regaile Character Portrait: Razeluxe Character Portrait: Willow Character Portrait: Yanugwe Mehjan
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Drawing a clean measure of water from her bauble, Willow formed the cool liquid into a small disk shape and pressed it against the burn wound on her shoulder. The uncomfortable shock of the cold water pressing against the inflamed tissue caused her to hiss in pain, but otherwise she was resolute. She strode away from the still struggling mage and headed toward the rest of her companions, who were finishing up their own battles.

She approached in time to witness Dinan hefting a corpse off of the body of their thief, lines of worry etched deep into her face. The worry softened a bit upon realization that Shyc was still among the living, and that he still drew breath enough to complain. Letting a relieved smile creep into her face she shook her head and spoke. "I'd suggest neither," She replied to Dinan, "At least not until after I finish easing his wounds." At that, she pulled the water back from her shoulder, wincing as fresh air touched the naked wound again, and discarded it.

Taking a seat on her knees, Willow pulled back her loose sleeves past her elbows and gingerly placed her hands on Shyc's chest. "Lay back," She suggested, "It'll tickle, and you'll feel a little tired afterward, but the wound should heal far faster," She spoke gently. She guided his chest back with her hands, and once he did as she asked, she began to work. At first, nothing happened. It wasn't until a moment later that a dull soft glow began to emanate from her hands

The glow was warm, like a ray of sunshine pressing against bare skin, and it had a relaxing effect to it if Shyc would allow it. As the element of Shyc's flesh unraveled in her mind, the process quickened. She began to move her hands up and down Shyc's body as she searched for and hidden or internal wounds, and used a mix of both their energies to will the wounds to close and begin the process of healing. It wasn't long before the dim light of her healing hands abated, leaving a few drops of sweat on her face.

She could say that she wasn't tired, but then she would be lying. It couldn't be helped, she did what she had to, and in the end they were all alive, and that was a fair enough price. "There," She said, patting him softly, "You should be able to move well enough now, but for my sake don't get into any more fights alone for a time, hmm?" She cooed tender before patting his cheek.

Her smile didn't last long, as a scream breaking her easiness echoed through the forest. Her head jerked toward it's direction, and immediately understood that it came from the direction they had came from. "Sakura, Yan!" She realized, throwing her gaze first at Raze, then Dinan. Her meaning was clear, they had to get back. Willow forced herself to her feet and darted back to where they'd left them. The mage she had captured could wait.

As she ran, Willow called small pieces of bark from the trees as she ran, shaping them into sharp stakes, so that when she arrived, a number of them floated over her head in preparation for an attack-- if need be. What she came upon wasn't something she expected, to put lightly. A ashen eyebrow rose over her aqua eyes as she beheld Yan unresponsive and Sakura in the arms of an unknown creature-- not unlike the dragons of the stories she was told when she was a young girl.

Dragon or no, Willow would not be intimidated. As the stakes floated dangerous around her, she gave one and only one warning to the creature. "Let. Her. Go," She said firmly her words hiding a tone of wrath should he not follow her oh-so kind suggestion. And if it wasn't clear in her words, the sharpened points of the stakes that floated around her certainly were.

Setting

7 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sakura Dieriean Character Portrait: Dinan Soulbreaker Character Portrait: Nahvariik Character Portrait: Shyc Regaile Character Portrait: Razeluxe Character Portrait: Willow Character Portrait: Yanugwe Mehjan
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Razeluxe







It would seem as though any worries Razeluxe would have were washed away almost immediately after Shyc had made a fool of himself, as was typical of the young man. That trait of his was almost endearing. "You can apologize to Willow when we're through" the leader spoke, glancing back at their remaining enemies. There was not much left now, and all of them seemed to be lacking in morale after seeing the experience each of their foes owned. In fact, it was plausible they were considering retreat, but Dinana appeared as though he would not allow this, in in all honesty, after attempting to murder his youngest member, Raze wouldn't either. They had fucked with the wrong group of badasses.

Before he leaped into battle, tearing his prey limb from limb, the angel indicated that he would allow Razeluxe to deal with the right half of what remained of their dwindling forces. A small grin made its way onto the hybrid's features before he held his blade out before him. Because it was a swamp and the place was damp, he could afford to use his flame-enchantment on his sword without fear of catching the place ablaze. More than any other element save maybe darkness, fire inspired the feeling of fear in people. Its unpredictability along with the pain many associate with it often discouraged people from attacking a man who, easily, wields a flaming piece of weaponry. As his foes one and only apparent mage had already been taken care of, you could assume that this was simply to give Razeluxe a sense of satisfaction when dealing with these idiots, because it was improbable that any of them possessed the ability to give elemental barriers and the sort, which is what Raze often used his enchantments to deal with.

His held his blade horizontally before him, placing his index finger on the top half of the blade and his thumb beneath it, then tracing a line with both of his digits from the hilt to the tip of the blade. As he did so, fire ignited, trailing his fingers until he reached the end, and with that the sword had been set ablaze. The men who had likely realized that they would be dealing with Razeluxe, startled back as they saw this, not expecting him to posses the capabilities of a mage, because they had not seen evidence of it before. "H-he's a mage too?!" one of them managed to mutter as he took a step back instinctively when Raze began a pace towards them, his intent to end the lives of each one of them clear as day by the way he was glaring at them. And perhaps because they realized this man would not simply allow them to flee from this battle, the men, although clearly intimidated by the flaming death machine that started over towards them, raised their arms regardless of fright and charged at him.

It would be a great idea to explain what fear does to ones mind on the battlefield, so as to properly comprehend what happened next.

You see, it is often said that a frightened animal is also the deadliest. Backing an animal into a corner provides them with no other alternative than to fight their hardest in order to survive, and you would be wise to be wary of anything that could be considered such. If people see nothing else to do but fight, then they will pour every ounce of their strength and being into the fight, because it is all they have left. In battle, one with enough experience would be able to manipulate people into a corner and benefit from this.

Fear in battle is avoidable.

Fear in battle is predictable.

Fear in battle is fatal.

Over the course of his lifetime, he had experience moments of his life where he was a novice and his confidence was diminished by overwhelming odds or displays of power. He could not credit his survival to anything but the element of luck back then, but he did not waste the opportunity to grow and learn from them either. Fear was something he had rid himself of quite some time ago, for it had no place in him. What he saw in battles assured him as much. When you're fighting under the influence of fear, you may gain access to every bit of strength your body is capable of employing, but you also find yourself becoming an open book. With the thought, "I have to attack them in order to live!" comes ineffective swings, forgetfulness, and mistakes. And one important rule on the fields of carnage is this: every action counts. This is why, to someone like Razeluxe who could capitalize on such, fear would ALWAYS be a fatal emotion to have. Because they had a predictable thought pattern, they had predictable ideas for engagement, and they had predictable attacks. The simplicity of this might have been summed up to, "Because they were scared, they were also predictable", but there was more to it than that. However, that simple line is what you need to realize to grasp a basic understanding of why his next engagement went so smooth.

There were, once again, three men for Razeluxe to deal with. But paying no mind to getting the short end of the stick on this deal, the hybrid picked up his pace as he and his opponents closed the distance between themselves and were about to meet. The first man did not even last long enough to get off his own attack, which WOULD have been an overhead swing like a previous predecessor of his. However, seeing the motions of his swing beforehand, the hybrid simply opted to impale the man through his neck, violently pull the blade out, and move on in fluent motions that lasted less than three seconds to perform. His second foe attempted the same overhead swing, but was much too close for Razeluxe to retaliate in the same way, forcing the elf to instead avoid the attack altogether and move onto the third man without killing him. The visible difference between this man and the last two was that instead of a shortsword, he was wielding an axe, and he swung horizontally, as if to take off the hybrid's head. With a shield, there was minimal difficulty in parrying the blow, then counter-attacking with two, deep slashes across the man's chest that were certainly fatal. Finally, after completing those two attacks, the elf turned just in time to avoid being slashed himself, blocking the second man's attempt on his life with his sword this time. In a swift, fluid motion, the elf jerked his sword back, ducked down and completed a small leg sweep, knocking the clothed figure to the floor, then raised his sword and brought it straight down through the man's heart. It should be noted that the hybrid spent less than 12 seconds dispatching the three men, and without a scratch either. It would have taken much less time had the elf not wanted to be flashy with his skillset, too.

When all was said and done, he removed his blade from the corpse he had just made and traced his fingers along the blade just as he did before, only this time it was to remove the flames. "Pathetic..." he muttered under his breath, in reference to how weak these men were. He wondered why they were here in the first place. Was it simply a coincidence, or was there meaning to this? It would be impossible to tell without assistance from one of the assailants themself, and he held no doubts that the mage that Willow had fought with was still alive. She could be a bit more lenient on foes than he could be. This trait was something he admired about the woman and maybe even envied a bit, because he knew such humane actions could never be accomplished by a soldier such as himself. It always did remind him of himself when he was much younger. He'd tell his mother that he wouldn't kill anybody, just make it to where they wouldn't be able to fight. Boy, how innocent he used to be....

Razeluxe had decided to give one or two more glances around the area to ensure nobody was going to attack them when they assumed it was clear, before heading over to the group that had formed around Shyc just in time to see that Willow was quite literally working her magic on him. A few beads of sweat told Razeluxe that she was a bit exhausted, perhaps from her own fight, the spell, or the combination of both. "Don't overwork yourself, Willow." it was because it made him sound a bit too concerned that he then added, "We don't have the numbers to afford anyone to overexert." He figured that was a sound enough excuse, although he was quite worried as it was with Shyc, so he would not be too happy if Willow went out of her way to help the young lad and ended up collapsing herself. He knew that if Shyc's wounds were more dire, she would certainly have done so.

Before the tension of the situation had completely left, an audible scream coming from the direction of their own camp reverted Razeluxe back to a combat-ready state. He was not the only one, and before he could even open his mouth, Willow had bolted off, her brief eye contact sending the hybrid a message he would've gotten without any interaction between them in the first place. Raze followed quickly behind her, and they soon reached their camp. What they came across was.... well, a bit odd. He was unsure how long it had been, but Razeluxe knew of the figure that invaded their camp. It was a Drakaani, the scaled skin could only ever be owned by one of that race, and the only reason he knew this was because Razeluxe had not simply been affiliated with one army, but was essentially juggled around the world. One kingdom had him protect their northern front, where he was first introduced to these beings. And he'd be the first to tell you how threatening one such as this could be. They weren't just looks, from what little he could remember. It had been decades since seeing one, however. He could not say they were a common race, and judging by her initial expression, Willow had yet to have ever come across one.

Though he did not drop his guard, Razeluxe did take notice of the rather bloody mess that USED to be one of the men that belonged to the group they had just dealt with. It seems that leaving someone here was great idea, although with the state that person was now in, he figured it was not Yan who dispatched the attacker, but their scaly friend here. If so, then was this being a friend, or was he a foe?

"Chill thy tits, Willow. I got this."

"Willow, please stay yourself for but a moment." making the beast with the fragile and defenseless Sakura in his arms angry was perhaps not the brightest. He could see where Willow was coming from, but he could also see some evidence that this particular being was not an enemy. After all, he highly doubted Yan had torn someone's arm off, what with his relation with feelings to touching. Razeluxe then spoke high enough so that the distance between them and the dragon wasn't enough to cause any complications between them.

"What are your intentions, Drakaani?" contradictory to how they handled Sakura initially, it seemed as though Willow was more willing to put this man to the sword than Razeluxe was. But he knew that Drakaani weren't mindless beasts. They were capable of speech, strategy, and diplomacy like most other races. Assuming that this one was hostile would make him feel as though he was discriminating simply because of appearances or race, and he himself knew all too well what a horrible thing that was to do to another. Although he was not so caught up as to believe there was no way that this particular one would be hostile, he had surely hoped that was not the case.

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Character Portrait: Sakura Dieriean Character Portrait: Dinan Soulbreaker Character Portrait: Nahvariik Character Portrait: Shyc Regaile Character Portrait: Razeluxe Character Portrait: Willow Character Portrait: Yanugwe Mehjan
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Someone took hold of the heavy body that lay atop him and pulled it off soon after his complaint, relieving him of the heavy burden. He breathed a bit easier as he lay there, knife still held against his chest as it was pulled from the man's heart. His gaze looked up into that of the angels and he gasped a bit. Dinan stared down at him for a moment before speaking.

"I don't know whether to slap you or kiss you foolish child."

Is he... worried? Shyc thought in utter shock.

Shyc's heart skipped a beat, his chest rising and falling heavily for a moment. His voice cracked as he stared wide eyed at the man that loomed over him. His face flushed a deep red and he knew there was no way to hid the terrible blush that assaulted him. Thankfully though, Willow dropped down next to him and chided the one winged warrior.

"I'd suggest neither. At least not until after I finish easing his wounds."

He glanced over to her. He was a bit disappointed that she suggested neither option. But then her added part made him a bit nervous. That implied that Dinan could do what he wanted after he was all healed up.

He swallowed dryly.

Shyc's thoughts were rampant right then and he forced himself to reign in his wild imagination. He thought about answering, but wasn't sure really what to say to the sudden options given to him. Get slapped... or have a kiss. He looked away from both of them, deciding that silence was probably his best answer right then.

"Lay back. It'll tickle, and you'll feel a little tired afterward, but the wound should heal far faster," Willow's slender fingers pressed against his skin making him wince as she directed him to lay flat and stay still. Soon after, her magic pricked his skin and should the boy have been ticklish in the first place he probably would have squirmed, but it wasn't. Instead it felt pleasant, like a soft touch being dragged across his skin. It was rather relaxing.

As she'd said, he did feel tired. Overly exhausted and felt as if he could sleep right there on the forest floor. His eyes drooped a bit lazily as he stared upwards at the canopy. Finally she finished and he could tell that she was just as tired, if not more. She smiled warmly at him, which he returned a bit sheepishly.

"Thanks... I'm sorry, Willow," he said, feeling guilt bite down hard in his chest.

"There. You should be able to move well enough now, but for my sake don't get into any more fights alone for a time, hmm?"

"Sorry... I'll be more careful," he answered, emphasizing 'sorry' again. He truly felt terrible. The young thief was sure that he would be getting an earful later from Raze. He most especially was dreading what Dinan might say to him. The tone from earlier had him all sorts of confused, as did the words given. He wasn't quite sure what to think right then.

Then yet another scream filled the area and Shyc's heart pulsed hard. Willow looked up, two names breathed on her lips and she was off like a rocket with Raze almost immediately right behind her. The thief hauled himself upwards like he normally would have. Except this time, the large blood loss and the weakened feeling from having been healed by Willow's magic, he stumbled violently. He crumpled forward, just barely catching himself.

On Dinan.

He gasped.

Pulling away he stuttered, "Uh... S-sorry... Got up really fast, probably shouldn't have done that. Along with going off alone too, yeah shouldn't have done that either. Sorry... Um," he was blabbering now as he reached back and scratched the back of his head, ruffling his own hair. He glanced up at Dinan for a mere moment before finding it rather hard to face the angel. He set about gathering his weaponry, replacing the swords, daggers, and throwing knives before heading back in the direction of camp.

There he found a peculiar sight. A dragon looking male kneeling down with Sakura in his grip. The young woman was unconscious and behind them was a bloody mess of a corpse. Knowing Yan and knowing Sakura, Shyc was rather sure that neither of them had done the deed and so his gaze fell upon the lizard-man.

"Wow... we just keep finding random new people don't we? This is going to be interesting, again..."


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Sakura shifted slightly. A blanket was over her and she was rather warm. Moving a bit more, she rolled over onto her other side and opened her eyes. Lying a little way away from her, she spotted Shyc. The young man was covered as well and looked to be asleep. She yawned, stretching her limbs a bit as she tried to recall what had happened and how she'd gotten there.

Her movement must have woken the mercenary for he shifted a bit and looked over to her, "You're awake. How do you feel?"

"I'm alright," she answered, "Where are we? What happened?"

"You kinda passed out. There was a lizard-man holding you. We ended up moving camp a bit. Everything's fine now, they're talking," he motioned to the flickering flames that colored the outside of the tent. Sakura silenced herself and listened hard. Voices came to her but she couldn't make out the words of the discussion outside their tent. With a soft gasp she looked over to him.

"Are you alright!? What happened to you?!"

Shyc scratched at his cheek guiltly, "Uh... yeah, about that. I kinda got in trouble. Going off alone wasn't the brightest idea in the forest and as it was getting dark. I didn't think I was going to go so far away but I did. Anyway, I got attacked by some mercenaries," he chuckled a bit at a memory, "I think the mage woman is still stuck to the tree too... Willow's punishment."

Sakura laughed a bit at that, "But you're okay? That scream was terrible."

"I'm fine now. Just tired really. Willow's magic tends to make you like that. She draws from your own energy as well as hers to do healing."

"Oh I see. I've been meaning to ask you some things about everyone," Sakura said, now that they were talking about the other mercenaries of the group. She propped herself up on her hands, rolling to her stomach to watch him, "What are they like? How long have you been with them?"

"They're good people. I've been with them for about three years now. Willow is like our mother, sometimes she can really get into the reprimanding. Hell, she even reprimands Raze sometimes, that's fun to watch. I don't think anyone could chide him like she does. Yan has always been as he is. Loud and touchy. You get used to it after a while," he grinned a bit as he moved to a more comfortable position, though still on his back, "Raze is always somewhat withdrawn from everyone. His words may seem harsh but he means well. He looks out for us a lot. I really look up to him. Don't let him fool you, he cares a lot more than he lets on."

As Shyc fell somewhat quite, Sakura tilted her head off to the side, "What about Dinan?"

His gaze widened a bit and his face flushed. Both of which she noted and smiled, "Uh... Dinan. He's silent a lot of times. Talks only when he needs to and doesn't like it when people talk to much, kinda like me," he gave a sort of half laugh, "He's really strong too. He and Raze could probably match up... Not that I want to see that! Ever, I mean... I would be really sad if that happened... Anyway! I find it really fascinating that he can fly with one wing, and I kind of envy that too. I wonder what it's like sometimes. I bet it's an amazing feeling." his voice trailed off.

Sakura's smile had widened, "You like him, right?"

He jumped a bit, "Hu!? What? Uh... what makes you say that?"

"Well, you just talked about him the most. You're always sneaking glances at him when we were walking just a few days ago. You sound really fond of him, that's all. So I figured you liked him."

He glanced over at her, his eyes narrowed a bit and a frown on his face, "You know... sometimes you're scarily smart."

Sakura tilted her head, "What do you mean? It's not that hard to figure out. I bet he likes you too."

"I don't think so. It doesn't seem like it really," he muttered, though it seemed like he was remembering something for his face turned red again.

"Want to know something? When you were in trouble, he ran off without waiting for Raze's directions. He was worried."

"R-really? He did that? That's... Umm... Strange."

"It's not strange. You should ask him. You should tell him too. I'm sure he already knows."

"Wait, wait. Are we really having this discussion? Doesn't this bother you? I mean, I'm a guy and I'm sort of attracted to Dinan, whose also a guy. Doesn't that bother you? And why are you encouraging me! Stop it!"

Sakura laughed, loud. She fell against the pillows as she watched him, "It doesn't bother me. I thinks it's great. You shouldn't be bothered by it either. If you're in love with him, than do it. You won't be happy otherwise. And I'm pushing you to do it because I doubt you'd do it on your own without someone telling you to do so."

Shyc's face was beet red as he stared up at the ceiling of the tent. He looked rather uncomfortable and unnaturally silent. Sakura sighed a bit as she got comfortable again, "Maybe I should ask him for you?"

"No! No! Definitely not! Don't say a word to him! Ugh, what would you do if I told Raze about you hu?"

It was her turn to blush this time, "Eh!? What are you talking about?? I-I don't know what you mean. I'm going to sleep now! Goodnight Shyc..." she announced hastily and rolled over quickly. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, not in fear but in embarrassment that one of the group had noticed. She'd been getting rather close to the elf and even though it was only a few days ago that she'd joined them, she had finally figured out the little tiny feeling that had started to bud recently.

Nope! Not going to think about that... its too late in the night and sleep is making me delirious. she thought and closed her eyes.


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Nahvariik had been looking over the relatively unknown woman in his arms, checking for any possible signs of why she had collapsed. When he found no noticeable signs of her current ailment, he grunted in thought. Looks like it's something internally wrong with you, youngling. What could it be, low endurance? He said to himself, his words hidden under his breath.

Trying to remember where he had seen her before, the fighter had spotted a small mark on her forehead, partially hidden by hair... and a small gasp escaped from his lips when a closer inspection revealed what the mark was: a royal insignia of Iverien, and that would only mean that this was the princess that his

"Well, aren't you a surpri-"

"Let. Her. Go."

A sudden female voice had startled him, and as he turned to where the voice had originated, a trio of armed individuals revealed themselves from behind the trees. Nahvariik recognized them as mercenaries by how they dressed and handled themselves, the vanguard of the three a female mage followed by a multitude of floating pieces of shrapnel, all aimed at him.

Even with an unconscious person in his arms, Nahvariik entered a modified combat stance, shifting the young woman into one arm and securing her from falling over, brandishing his greatsword into his open hand, forming a defensive area nonetheless. Before he asked them if they were friend or foe, another voice was heard.

"Willow, please stay yourself for but a moment. What are your intentions, Drakaani?"

From behind the mage, a slightly taller mercenary revealed himself as the owner of the second voice. An elf in green. But there was something slightly offsetting about him, his natural elven scent was mixed with that of a human. Yet, Nahvariik knew exactly who this elf was.

Events from his memory flashed before the Dragon's eyes within seconds, before the fighter lowered his blade slightly, yet maintaining his defensive stance. "These are your friends I presume? It's been a while that we've met again, you know that if I was hostile, you wouldn't be standing there...Razeluxe."

Sheathing his blade, he returned to holding the young woman with both arms, walking towards the trio. "You know, it's kind of difficult for you to carry a person when you're holding a weapon in one hand. She's unconscious for the moment, and when you get her taken care of, I'll tell you what you need to know..."

He paused in the middle of his statement, passing the young lady's care to the three mercenaries, specifically the elf, before continuing, glancing over at another unresponsive mercenary, the one who had been with the princess before he had entered the scene.

"...But don't assume that I will be leaving without her."

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As if the prove the might of his race, the young dragon was brandishing a two-handed sword without the second hand and held upon Sakura defensively with his other. For whatever reason, he was appearing as though he believed them to be hostile towards the woman, not himself. He could safely say that if the beast of a person had wanted, he could've done away with her whenever he so chose, as his strength allowed him to simply break a human's neck without the slightest difficulty. The hybrid thought the situation a bit humorous. After all, both groups involved seemed to wish for Sakura's safety, yet both were a bit skeptical of the other.

However, this hostility changed fairly drastically when the unnamed dragon-esque being finally voiced something.

"These are your friends I presume? It's been a while that we've met again, you know that if I was hostile, you wouldn't be standing there...Razeluxe." it said as if it were familiar with the leader of the mercenaries. Razeluxe raised an eyebrow before narrowing his eyes defensively for a moment as he gave the beast another lookover. Something... seemed familiar, upon reinspection. Raze nearly strained his eyes before finally, like a wrecking ball, it hit him.

"Is that... Nahv?" Mirelux asked hesitantly. It was fairly embarrassing that he did not catch it sooner, as Nahv wasn't exactly hard to point out compared to other of his kin. He remembered that the guy could even intimidate others of his own race, what with his absurdly large stature. Then again, they did not have any others to compare him to, and just the coincidence of meeting with him way out here at this time was just so unbelievable that he could not recognize him in the first place. Razeluxe continued. "....it's been quite the while. I see you're still as healthy as ever." the hybrid who would appear as though a dwarf before the Drakaani said with an eased tone.

During the time that Nahv had unequipped his blade and was walking towards them, Razeluxe turned to Willow. "You needn't worry. Sakura's about as far from harm as she can get for now." he assured. Despite his appearances, he knew Nahv was no bloodthirsty beast who'd sink his fangs into a helpless girl. Besides, if Razeluxe recalled accurately, Nahv preferred a challenge much like himself.

"You know, it's kind of difficult for you to carry a person when you're holding a weapon in one hand. She's unconscious for the moment, and when you get her taken care of, I'll tell you what you need to know..." Nahv spoke as he gave Razeluxe the newest (and currently unconscious) member of their group to him. Not really suited for taking care of a younger woman who was injured, he immediately turned to Willow, who was likely so worried about Sakura that she might've been elated to take her from him. Either way, he gave that bitch a bitch. Bitches love bitches.

"I'll set up the larger tent for her to rest in, just give me but a moment." Razeluxe spoke aloud so that both Willow and Nahv could hear him, then turned and promptly did what he said he was going to do: Set up the tent. Unfortunately, Sakura was unconscious and therefore unable to be instructed on how to set it up, but at least she was alright for now. Nobody had died, which was a victory in Raze's book. With his expertise of the subject, Razeluxe had the tent set up in less than ten minutes, but the setting sun also forced him to go deal with starting a fire.

...

...

...we already had firewood....

Sighing as he noticed that this whole situation could have been avoided if Shyc had cared to check this, he finished the small campfire site fairly quickly as well. It was no bonfire, but as for keeping the surrounding area lit and warm? Well, it certainly sufficed. By now, everybody had returned and Sakura and Shyc were resting in the tent. That thought alone made Raze cringe, but upon realizing Shyc had definitely seen how defensive he AND the giant lizardman were about her, he knew not even the most idiotic of people would try something. Shyc was at least smarter than that.

"So before anything else... I would be willing to bet that you did not simply become fond of her because of her appearance, Nahv." Razeluxe began as they surrounded the campfire, referencing his prior mentioning of taking Sakura with him. "I've decided to let her become a member of this little group at the request of the rest, as well as herself. Would you care to explain why you would want her to part with us?" he asked, crossing his arms. As he waited for his answer, he could hear voices coming from the tent, meaning that she had finally awoken, which was terrific news.

After all, she would have to give her big, lovable lizard some thanks for being there to help.


[OOC: Posted when tired, so it might be shit :C]

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The Kamael did not subscribe to much beyond their own harnessing of Soul Magic concerning the arcane arts. As a result few were the one winged angels that ever master the skills of restoration and fewer still that bothered. Dinan subscribed to the same philosophy viewing any gift not of Mystria's giving highly suspect. Nonetheless the Angel was very grateful for only half understood reasons for Willow's presence amongst them right now.

The corpses of their enemies littered the swamp's ground like so much forgotten chaff, the bodies torn apart by blade and smell. The copper tang of freshly spilled blood hung heavily upon the air, giving the noxious scents of Duun a good run for their money. Admist such a scene the only thing that concerned him was the fact Shyc was going to be okay. A attitude normally one Dinan never indulged in, after all soldiers had died before.

But watching the flow of Magic as Willow willed the powers housed in her body,mind,and soul to heal the injuries of their resident thief the winged warrior only felt gratitude. For the healing of a comrade and fellow mercenary. Perhaps though if asked directly there might have been a touch of concern beyond the simple one of a friend.

And judging by the blush on Shyc's face as some thought or another ran through his head, no doubt triggered by Dinan's words, the Angel had a feeling that emotional confusion was mutual. Not that it was confusing but rather that this concern was unknown. The Kamael had never been a people who wore their heart on their sleeves. And the time spent underneath the Compact had slowly but surely killed off the concept of romantic love entirely.

Dinan though was unique in more ways then simply in his sanguine eye colour. He was one of the few one winged angels serving with humans and indeed one who sought them out. Most of his race had little more then disdain and mockery for the short lived race. Too weak to fight and too stupid to realise it was perhaps the kindness thing the Kamael said of humans.

Perhaps though Dinan simply had not lived through enough centuries to become disillusioned with the role of the Guardian. Or perhaps the winged warrior's lack of contact with his race rendered him more open with the vitures of the other races.

Or maybe it was just the fact the Angel simply spent less time looking down at people and more at them. Not that any who had known him would likely agree. But by the standards of the Kamael Dinan was downright wrong. A lone wolf born of a duty bound race that saw fit to turn his Mystria given talents in the service of a different kind.

Or maybe it was just the company that kept him more or less open minded about the concept of racial equality. This reason created as Shyc fell into the abnormal Kamael's arms as he was obliged to bear for a moment to halt the thief's fall. It was admittedly a pleasant burden, Dinan was no stranger to physical passions after all. And he drew a certain level of amusement from the blabbering of the fellow mercenary's embarrassment.

Pleasant or not now that Shyc's welfare did not weigh so heavily on his mind the angel was beginning to wonder the exact purpose behind the battle. These mercenaries that had died by their hands weren't bandits looking for an easy score. Their equipment and training showed them to be a par above the rabble, not to mention the mage they had brought with them. They had also managed to track them and set up the prefect ambush. An ambush that had only failed due to the strength of Dinan,Raze,and Willow.

Exactly what were they looking for?. Dinan wondered as he began to wipe the gore of battle off his face before Willow's yelling caught the bulk of his attention. Our guest? Did her high born family send them after us...No even they wanted her back such a direct method would have put the girl child in harm's way. This theory running through his head as he ran beside Raze and Willow.

Only to find their once ordered and peaceful camp site was to the sight of battle. The ever omnipresent insects of this poisoned marsh beginning their grisly work upon the refuse of battle. Though corpses took second place to a semi mythical figure who held their guest.

"A Drakaani, been awhile since I've seen one of them." Dinan said in a quiet tone to himself. The Kamael could and did live long enough to know all there was to know about the other races. On the flipside few of the Angels ever bothered, content with the facts given to them by now long dead forefathers. Dinan on the other hand preferring a fresh tale had sought out the draconian folk and found the facts true. Though a race of skilled and powerful warriors they had nothing of the numbers of the Kamael. The armour clad and singular winged warrior also respected their creed even if not following himself.

Despite all that the picture painted by roughly handled bodies and bloodstains painting the landscape scarlet did little to recommend lizard faced figure. Then again the fact he was still here also gave him a chance to explain in Dinan's mind.

Deciding as par the course that the others were doing a beautiful job of playing Inquisition all on their lonesome he strolled over to were he had set his bedroll against a lean of trees. Pulling out a clean cloth the winged warrior doused himself with water from his canteen before wiping blood off his face, all of it the enemy's.

Even throughout this process the angel kept a close eye on the Drakaani and his comrades. Approving of Willow's overly aggressive approach if not words he waited till Raze chimed in with his own questions. None of it seemed to need his involvement so Dinan simply went with the flow till the Shyc and Sakura were seen safely off to the rest they needed.

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So Sakura appears unarmed and he threatens her life, but the creature with a unsheathed blade has her in his hands, and suddenly the death threats cease. Ashen eyebrows knitted and she drilled a side-long gaze into the side of Raze's head. If the situation was any less dangerous, she'd have a lecture lined up and ready to pass along to him. She would think that with two and a half centuries on her, that he'd at least be consistant, but it didn't seem to be the case. It was a lecture she'd save for later, once she was absolutely sure this Drakaani meant no threat.

Until that time however, the sharpened stakes hovered menacing above her head, keeping a careful ward for anything that might be construed as hostile. She was not going to take any chances with Sakura in the creature's large arms. Fortunately, it seemed as if the man recognized their inconsistent leader, and it sounded as if the pair were on reasonably friendly terms. However, it wasn't until Nahv, as Raze had called him, handed Sakura's care over to them that she finally lowered the stakes to the ground. Raze vouching for the man had also helped alleviate some of her fears, and she was comfortable enough to ease her stance around him.

With Sakura in her hands, Willow watched as Raze walked off to set up her tent-- and as an afterthought Willow willed the stakes she had created to follow him. With their initial purpose settled without bloodshed, they could be used for another in anchoring the tent to the ground. Willow was not a creature of waste, and she intended to use everything she created, for one purpose or another. With still an air of caution resting on her shoulders she looked to Nahv as Raze worked on the tent. "I apologize for my initial aggression. Friends are so rarely found so far out, more than likely you find enemies instead. Surely you understand?" She said, allowing a weak smile to creep into lips.

Once Raze had erected the tent, Willow entered and set Sakura upon a bedroll and inspected her for any lasting injuries. A quick search with her magic revealed nothing out of the ordinary physically, so Willow assumed she simply collapsed from fear. Nodding in satisfaction with her mental diagnosis, she drew a blanked over the girl and took her leave. As she exited the tent, her crystal bauble resumed it's orbit over her head, though it's arc was noticeably lazy.

Outside the tent, she was met with a gentle fire crackling not too far off. Willow was relieved to see the flame, for it meant that she didn't have to create it herself. Making her way to where Raze stood, she massaged her shoulder where she was struck by the lightning bolt and winced at it's touch. It was still tender, but it wasn't fatal at least. Nothing a day or so wouldn't heal up. The garment would take a bit more effort than that-- but that could wait until tomorrow, she hadn't the energy to play tailor at the moment.

She kept her silence until Raze was finished speak, and then she had her own say. "You speak as if we all asked to keep her like she was a lost puppy," Willow chided gently, "She asked if she could accompany us, and we simply agreed, Raze," Still inconsistent as ever she saw, "It was by her own wish and choice that she became a part of our group, and it's by her wish that she still remains." The last part was more of the benefit for the Drakaani than it was for Raze, but her next words were unmistakeably for Nahv. "And it's only by her wish that she will go with you. Nothing more," She punctuated her sentence with a firm finality about it, and it's meaning was clear. The girl's choice was her own, and no others, and Willow would see to it that the girl's wishes were respected.

Though the man towered over the woman, Willow was not the type to intimidate easily, especially when it came to those she called her friends. And though Sakura was a new member of their group, she was a member, and like they protected Shyc, they would protect her as well.

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[So... I totally failed with my last couple of posts *facepalm* stupid places drop down -.- I got it this time though!! XD]

Palace of Duun...

Damn that Drakaani the thought was bitter and filled with vile acid. His golden eyes narrowed in concentration. Being a Shade gave him many abilities, one of which to replicate his original body and send it out to do his bidding. The problem with this process was its taxing nature and the fact that whatever happened to the replica, was felt by the original. So, when the body was torn asunder from the shoulder down almost, the Shade had lost consciousness.

Everything had been going smoothly up until the lizard showed up and ruined his scheme. The mercenaries had worked rather well, though had the idiotic boy not left the others as he did, things wouldn't have gone as smoothly. Even so, the Shade had had multiple plans for almost every incident. All except for the one.

The Drakaani showing up.

He ground his teeth as he reconstructed his replica that lay before him. Once it was put back together, he commanded it to rejoin with his original body. As the replica melded with him, a harsh rap on the door to his chambers broke the still silence. The flames of the candles that lit his room flickered as he turned his sharp gaze over to the door in annoyance. With a wave of his hand, the handle turned and the door opened up for the one wanting his attention.

"Well?" the husky voice demanded. The King of Duun was a short man who couldn't quite control his body temperature and thus was seemingly sweating at all times no matter the emotion he was fuming.

"A complication," the Shade answered, his raspy tone grating as he growled out the words.

"Well figure it out. I need that girl. I won't allow anyone to get in my way either. It's the reason I hired you, Shade. You told me you could get her easily," the man snapped, huffing as he strode forward to face off with the golden eyed magician, "She's the only thing that'll bring the Kingdoms crumbling to the ground and my salvation from this disgusting, rodent infested boiling piss pot!"

The Shade turned to regard the King coldly. The shadows seemed to swirl around the black clad figure as he glowered down at the shorter man, "You're a man who sure likes to test his fate, aren't you?"

The King of Duun took a small step back, his lips turning into an ugly frown as he watched the Shade carefully, "Do what you need to, just give her to me."

"Just as soon as the ones in my way are drowned in this swampy hell," the Shade answered as he took a step backwards into the darkness of his room. The candles burnt out leaving the King in absolute darkness.




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Sakura's breathing was deep and slow, indicating that she'd fallen back asleep. Shyc, on the other hand, couldn't go back to sleep at all. Having rested for a short while, he was feeling energetic again... as per usual. Pushing the woolen blanket off, he stretched upwards and then got to his feet off the bed roll. Quietly he left the tent to come closer to the voices that had been speaking around the fire.

The new comer was being questioned all around just about. The only one whose voice Shyc hadn't heard was Dinan's. Not that it was unusual for the one winged angel to be quiet. He just didn't speak unless he felt it was needed. Certainly something Shyc could use some training in he was sure. He tended to get himself into more trouble by talking too much than not.

"You speak as if we all asked to keep her like she was a lost puppy. She asked if she could accompany us, and we simply agreed, Raze. It was by her own wish and choice that she became a part of our group, and it's by her wish that she still remains. And it's only by her wish that she will go with you. Nothing more," Willow was saying.

Though Shyc hadn't really caught the first portion of the conversation, he couldn't help but chime in, "Well, I'm pretty sure she wants to stay with us. I mean, she was rather adamant about it when we first caught her sneaking in the cart a few days ago. I highly doubt she'd just want to leave with someone she's just met. Er... well... not that that's a great argument or anything... I mean she did leave with us," Shyc blushed a bit as he scratched at his cheek. He was sure he wasn't really helping the situation, but he didn't like this talk of her leaving with anyone really. Besides, he was pretty sure what it was that kept her with the group and his eyes flicked over to Raze for a mere moment before he continued.

"The point is, she seems attached. You can't expect her to just up and leave now can you?" Shyc stretched a bit as he spoke, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair.

"Besides, we're far too entertaining to have her just leave, he grinned as he strode over and sat down near the fire. Stretching out across the slightly damp forest floor, he propped his head up as he looked down to the fire then up to the group. Raze was right across from him, Willow next to him and Dinan just to the side of Shyc. He tried hard not to look over at the angel, (though it honestly didn't work) hoping that the man hadn't heard a word from the tent just a little bit ago. The conversation replayed in his mind and he bit his lip for a moment.

Turning his head enough to look over to the lizard-man named Nahvariik. He didn't offer any other questions, just his statement. He had more to say, but for the sake of not being annoying -for once- he kept it to himself and instead waited to see what the Drakaani's answer would be to everyone's thoughts.


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The pros and cons of any situation could be myriad and insulting simple, and often both at the exact time. And that was exactly what was Dinan's thoughts ran to as the others engaged in the verbal sparring so common to those who felt the need to speak as often as an child new to everything. The one winged angel after hearing the Drakaani's defense had rapidly lost interest in the lizard. Beyond a uncomplicated feeling of thankfulness that their newest member as it were was safe due to his actions. After all the reptile had singlehandedly ensured Sakura's safety with, if the bodies were anything to go by, extreme prejudice.

Beyond that he tuned out in large part the goings on of the little meet and greet, social niceties simply beyond this proud and at the moment confused Kamael. Not only were there the considerations of exactly why anyone would commit manpower and resources to attacking them there was also Shyc. More specifically the glances that the thief threw his way. Dinan while openly glad his fellow mercenary had survived with little more then exhaustion the serious wounds magic had scored him with did not know what further to think.

Certainly the human was easy enough on the eyes, and even by Kamael standards was good looking. But the differences between them seemed vast to this five hundred year old soldier. Not simply racial in origin but also of mind and attitude. Though the winged warrior was willing to admit the fact such things could perhaps add the spice of variety to his life.

Though following the conversation between his comrades only here and there Dinan was more concerned with the attack. The presence of the Drakaani was only the tip of the ice berg in his mind. Why had so much been risked for the sake of capturing a single girl. Her noble blood hardly seemed reason enough to launch such a methodically planned ambush in the Kamael's mind. Unless the Lady had some secret she wasn't telling it made no sense, was she running from a jilted lover that ill took rejection?

Lost in such thoughts Dinan only vaguely remembered tasks he preformed, the motions automatic and unthinking. His only real link to the world his warrior's sixth sense. Briefly drumming the fingers of his left hand upon the hilt of Soulbreaker he called upon it's spirit.

As the weapon was forged from a fragment of his soul the spirt appeared in the depths of his mind as a dark mirror image of Dinan. The armour it wore was black and white, it's scrollwork picked out in glowing red lines. And were Dinan wore neutrality as his facade Soulbreaker wore disdain and pride in equal measure.

So once again you've seen fit to speak to me. To what do I owe the pleasure. Soulbreaker sneered in the cold tone only steel could, in the disdain a weapon had for warm flesh. The darkness of his subconscious echoed with the blade's will, a brief bit of sulk.

The girl. was all Dinan answered with.

She's reeks of something that's for sure. And by the sweet kiss of Mystria it seems worth dying for if our enemies are anything to go by.

Letting go of his hold upon Soulbreaker the angel considered the weapon's remark. Though the Kamael understood seeking to die in battle Dinan knew the humans he had killed did not subscribe to Mystria's teachings. Few non-kamael did and now was no exception.

So lost in thought was he that winged warrior was somewhat surprised to find himself staring into the depths of a fire around which the group had found itself. And sitting next to him was the other half of his thoughts.

Shyc, he honestly did not understand that either. He had run off like a green fighter new to battle after the thief's scream had echoed through Duun's gods forsaken terrian. He had left behind centuries of combat experience simply because of the pain in that scream. Truthfully the winged warrior was not sure he cared for that particular effect a single human had on him.

Still he looked back at this young human did Dinan, seemingly as unable to look away as Shyc seemed to as well. Quickly composing himself the one winged angel reached for the flask of Skyil he kept and took a long swallow. A traditional alcohol of his people Skyil was distilled from herbs that could only grow in the thin air reaches of Silver Storm Peak. It's flavor was however was open to debate as no two batches ever tasted exactly the same.

More to the point the booze lent his system the shock it needed to focus on something on then the proximity of Shyc...though perhaps a second shot was in order.

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While the elf had been busy setting up the tent and the few others that were around were busy with a proper fire, Nahvariik had spotted himself a tree to lean on so he wouldn't be in the way of the other mercenaries, yet allowing him to keep a trained eye on the unconscious woman as well as the surrounding area. But a minute or so in, his mind slightly began to wander...

The last time he had seen the young elf was similar to how it was now, him in charge of a band of adventurers and soldiers, with the Drakaani serving as their guide. He had encountered them while they were touring his Motherland. What he would do to see his much missed lands once again-

The mage from earlier had approached him, in a more relaxed stance, her words snapping the fighter away from the past.

"I apologize for my initial aggression. Friends are so rarely found so far out, more than likely you find enemies instead. Surely you understand?" The words of an apology formed from her mouth, and Nahvariik had noticed a smile forming on her lips. It was weak, but it was there nonetheless.

Nahvariik recognized the apology for what it was, and accepted it in silence, a quick, but sure, nod being the only acknowledgement given.

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A good amount of time had passed, the elf finished with setting up the tent and the mage had laid their injured to rest. A small fire was lighting up the area as a ward to fend off most of the swamp's inhabitants, its warmth resonating an aura of safety for the mercenaries. Nahvariik never had to depend on such a light source for safety when he was a youngblood, and the same applied to him here as well.

Razeluxe commented on the Drakaani's fierce protection over their young member, making it somewhat into a joke. "Aye, and you would be correct on that." The fighter replied as such, before being asked to explain on why he wanted her to leave. "You probably misunderstood, I approve of her staying with your group. She's in good hands with you." Nahvariik paused for a moment to gather the correct words to avoid another possible misunderstanding. "If she goes somewhere, I'll be there to keep her out of trouble."

The mage had finally spoken up, chiding the elf which had pulled a silent chuckle from the fighter, then her words focused upon him. "Well, aren't you a feisty one, so full of... spunk. Raze, who is this mage that you picked, up? I like her." The Drakaani called out in an upbeat, friendly voice, directing a quick wink towards the mage.

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Razeluxe


The fact that, in essence, they had switched 'roles' compared to the 'dilemma' of whether or not Sakura should stay with them did not pass by without Raze's notice. It was an admittedly comical situation he found himself in, but as subject now was not for jests, he treated it more maturely as he should. His heightened sensitivity to the fact helped him decipher the look that Willow gave him, and he was sure that this would not pass over until she had given him quite the earful at another time. If he were a more laidback person, this trait would probably have evoked a sigh, followed by, "Fine, mother".

As that problem could be postponed for the moment, he paid his attention to the matter with Nahv, who was beginning to answer the questions he was throwing at the Drakaani. "If she goes somewhere, I'll be there to keep her out of trouble." was the part of his answer that Raze took the most interest in. It sounded like he was contradicting himself, in a way. On one hand, he'd denied any attraction to her, and even said she was in good hands, but on the other, he needed to watch over her? Maybe he really was crushing on her.

"I'm aware of your abilities as a soldier and I do not personally have any problem with you joining along so long as Sakura remains with us, both if you're willing and if the others do not have objections." Razeluxe proposed. After all, if the guy was bent on protecting her, it'd be much less weird to do so as part of the group than as a stalker. A giant, lizard-man stalker who can literally tear people's arms off without much difficulty. Plus, as stated by Raze himself, he had seen exactly what this Drakaani in particular was capable of, and if it involved combat - as any mercenary's job would - he was very probable to excel at it. Plus, it would be good to have someone designated to assist Sakura should circumstances repeat themselves. Yan must have had an episode or whatever it may be, since he was so out of it. Unfortunately, that could not be risked again, otherwise he might not only cause his own death, but the death of Sakura or another member as well. Speaking of Yan... Razeluxe began thinking it would be best to check on the guy to see if he was back to normal after everything was settled. Maybe tearing off limbs before him was a bit too much?

"You speak as if we all asked to keep her like she was a lost puppy. She asked if she could accompany us, and we simply agreed, Raze." a tone much like the one a mother tiredly gave to her child when scolding escaped from Willow's lips as she referred back to the meeting with Sakura. Apparently, the whole 'as well as herself' part that he spoke earlier was lost to her, or at least the meaning. His way of speech might have brought about a misunderstanding on the matter, but then again, it was not unlike he did not believe using an analogy about a dog to be perfectly fitting for how Sakura came to be in the group.

"You must remember her arrival much differently than I do, Willow." This was the sole comment Razeluxe made on the matter.

Luckily (for Raze), Willow turned herself back to the Drakaani instead of the hybrid, ensuring by her tone that what she said was not considering anything less than a statement of what would happened. Here is where Razeluxe would have to agree. Because he agreed to let her join, it should be by her choice that she would leave them, but that was unlikely, in Raze's opinion. It was not required for Raze to repeat what Willow had spoke, he simply nodded as she spoke so as to show his mutual feelings on the matter and waited for Nahv's response.

"Well, aren't you a feisty one, so full of... spunk. Raze, who is this mage that you picked, up? I like her." Nahv asked, his tone becoming more playful than before. Somehow, what he said did irritate Razeluxe, but never did this come to light to anybody but himself.

"I don't care much to surround myself with unlikable characters" Razeluxe began. "It makes it fairly hard to stand out if I do. But if you really wish to know, I'm sure Willow would have a much easier time introducing herself than I would. I was under the assumption you two had done so while I was busy earlier."


[OOC: I'm posting this while about to fall asleep. I kinda just remembered after finishing it that Shyc was relavent too, but again, I'm tired as balls. Maybe I'll mention him somewhere in an edit if there's no other posts by the time I get up and whatnot. Sorry!]

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"I remember you threatening the poor girl," Willow said with an easy smile, a bit of teasing tugging at one of the corners of her mouth, "Yet, I do not remember begging you to take her on," She said raising an eyebrow in response. "Strange, isn't it? Either way, she is with us, and will be with us unless she decides otherwise, which I doubt will be anytime in her near future. She seems attached," She said, nodding.

Then she chuckled at Nahv's response, explaining it was just a misunderstanding in his words. "No harm done, Mister Nahv, everything is clear now. However, perhaps in the future you will choose your words more carefully to avoid any unfortunate implications?" She said, that familiar chiding tone making a reappearance. Oddly enough, it was the same tone she'd used with Raze on a few occasions. Upon Nahv's inquiry about herself Willow shook her head and simply smiled. She'd not been fiesty nor possessed and spunk since she was a young girl. She was a hellion back in those days, far more so than she was currently. She could only wonder what he would have said had he met that Willow.

"I suppose introductions were placed by the wayside in lieu of attempting to kill each other. Once more I apologize for that. My name is Willow, and I am an Elementalist," She said, and afterward made a show of curtsying. With her part of the introduction done, she spoke again, "And I believe must apologize again, for I believe it is time for me to take my leave for tonight. I am tired after such an eventful day, and if I'm to be any use tomorrow, I must get my rest. Raze. Mister Nahv. I bid you both good night," And with that, she left to find her own bedroll, and to rest her aching bones.




Willow picked her way back through the forest, returning to where they had fought the other mercenaries the day before. They had questions that needed answers, and Willow knew of such a individual that could shed some light on a few of their mysteries. Upon reaching the place of battle, Willow winced at the sight of the devastation. At her very heart, she was of the peaceful sort, and would never begin a fight of her own volition. It was only when her hand was forced that she fought-- and had she allowed the mage to slip away the day before, then no doubt she would have caused them trouble later in the battle.

Striding to where she'd left the mage, she dared not peer at the corpses the rest of her companions saw fit to leave littered around the area. She could not fault their methods, they only did what they were taught, and she'd be foolish and selfish if she attempted to force her morals on another. Everyone had a choice, no matter what, and she would not deny them the choice. However, if that choice involved harming her friends, then it was hers to see to it that they were stopped as she had done to the mage.

She stopped in front of the mage in exactly the same way she'd left her, within the inescapable caress of a strong oak. The woman was asleep, and bruises were beginning to form on her wrists and mouth-- a sure sign that she had been struggling against her bonds. Sighing, Willow took a step toward the tree and tapped the piece of bark that wrapped around her mouth, willing it to recede and allow unimpeded conversation. Willow gave an even look to the woman, silent at first, but soon spoke as her bauble hovered into her hand.

"Water?"

The woman gave a cold glare at the other mage who stood in front of her. Scoffing at the offer, she twisted her head off to the side as best she could despite being confined very well, "Come to finish the job?" she hissed between clenched teeth. Her gaze shifted over the woman's face before quickly flicking to the rest of the group. Her eyes narrowed to thin slits as she waited.

Behind Willow, Shyc stood with his arms crossed over his chest having followed after the woman. He had certainly wanted to know what this mage woman was going to say. Maybe it had something to do with their task to spy on the Kingdom of Duun, or more specifically it's King. Wouldn't that make it easy? He grinned a bit as he scratched at his cheek absentmindedly.

A look of disappointment crossed her face, but Willow allowed the bauble to resume it's flight anyway. "No, I have not." Willow said simply, tilting her head to the side. Why would she come all the way back, much less offer the woman water if she was just going to finish the job. If Willow was a lesser person, then it would have been far easier to just leave her there and push any memory of her out of her mind. But she wasn't about to point out the logical fallacies and continued to speak. "I was hoping to maybe set you free, after a few questions if you wouldn't mind?" Willow said, her mouth a steady line as she spoke. "Questions such as who you are and why are you here?"

She looked back over to the mage woman, a slight bit of astonishment on her face before she covered it swiftly with a cruel grin, "Set me free? Well, aren't you just all sorts of naive. It's a wonder you've made it this far in a world like this one," she shot back. Her clipped voice and cold tone caused Shyc to frown and tighten his fingers into fists. He didn't appreciate the way this woman was speaking to Willow. Then again, it wasn't really the first time they'd encountered such a person, so he bit his tongue lest he get them in more trouble and no where with this woman.

It was around this time that the figure of the hybrid appeared just behind Shyc and Willow, his expression more or less just blank as was common. Unlike Shyc, who was 'courteous' enough to remain quiet despite the insult to the most respected member of the group they had, Razeluxe was not so mature about the matter. "If you want, you can simply just die when we're done with you." To say he 'spat' this would be both correct and incorrect. The venom in his tone was nowhere to be found, but the meaning itself was still there. "You've been given the opportunity to survive an encounter your friends did not. I suggest you take it."

Her eyebrows knit together as she shifted her head enough to glance over at the elf that addressed her. A dryness coated the back of her throat. His threat didn't go unheard. She ground her teeth a bit as she thought through her options. There was virtually no getting out of the tree that she'd been sucked into by the mage woman's power, and refusing to cooperate wasn't going to end well either. The woman gave a soft growl, "We were sent here to look for someone. When we found her, we were to distract anyone that was with her. Draw the attention and allow our other member to take this woman," she grinned a bit, "I'm sure she's enjoying her time well spent with the King of Duun right now."

"What the hell does that mean!?" Shyc snapped, moving forward from his spot. He couldn't quite keep quiet now, "What woman? What do you want with her?"

"Just some bitch that was described to us, idiot kid. Who knows what that man wants with her. We just do as we're told and get paid for it," she snapped back.

Shyc reached down for his swords, his intention rather clear as he stepped forward, starting to draw the weapon.

He was met with only a firm hand and gentle words. "Calm yourself, Shyc. They are merely words, and nothing more. Do not allow them to stoke your anger," Though the tone she spoke with was a tired inclination, and she was acutely aware that she may have been the only one with her senses about her. What did this woman really expect to gain in speaking to her captors like that-- Captors that expressed their desire to free her for only the information she had.

"Foolish woman," Willow said, rubbing her head as she did. "You are mistaken if you believe Sakura is currently with the King of Duun. She is still safely with us, and that is where she will remain." Her tone darkened as she reached the end of her sentence, but the meaning was clear. If she still possess any notions of attacking them again, then she would be dealt with once more. Willow leaned forward and spoke again, the darkness in her tone still lingering. "I would watch my words far more carefully. You forget. Your life is in our hands."

Things... began clicking with Razeluxe. Things he desperately hoping were not true now had more viability than before, and in honesty, this terrified him. He hoped that everything about Sakura was just coincidence, that nothing about her was special besides the fact she was a noble, but as the evidence was piling up in the form of attacks on their group and Nahv's instant attraction to her, things no longer looked that way. He was denying it, truly. If he had the will, he'd have made the connection much sooner. What a fool he was.

"It seems as though you have this under control." Razeluxe turned towards their camp and started off. "I'll leave the rest to you, then." and with that, he left to go see Sakura, who had some explaining to do. The warrior did not pause to greet anybody, had he passed them by on his way to the tent he had lent her during the stay.

Her eyes were wide the girl was still with them?! she thought frantically. Her heart rate elevated as she eyed them all, impossible! That Shade... failed? Once she'd composed herself, she glowered at them, "Doesn't matter. I doubt even you all would stand a chance against a Shade. He'll be coming for her and this time, you won't win. That I can promise you," she hissed, "Now free me, damnit! I want to be rid of this god forsaken forest!".

Willow replied with an empty smile and a sluggish nod, "Thank you for the warning," She said, but the words rang hollow. This woman wore on her nerves and her sharp tongue dulled her senses. Though she would not say it, she would be glad to be rid of the woman too, so with a certain amount of haste, Willow commanded the branches of vines of the tree to untangle themselves from the mage, and allowed her to go free. "Before you make your escape, I do suggest that we not run into one another again," She said with a shake of her head. Next time she may leave the bark wrapped around her mouth indefinitely.


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Sakura had decided not to go along with the other three that had left to find a woman that Willow had tied up to a tree. She cringed inwardly, unable to really imagine being sunken into a tree as she'd overheard. So, she stayed at the campsite and inside the tent where she was currently folding up the blanket and bed roll she'd used the night before. Shyc's was already done up. It seemed a morning ritual for him as it was the very first thing he'd done before leaving. The princess hummed lightly to herself as she worked the bed roll into... well, a roll. It wasn't really cooperating with her though. She sighed a bit as she sat back and stared at it with a small frown.

In great contrast to the 'peaceful' setting that Sakura was in but moments ago, Razeluxe decided to crash that as soon as he entered the tent, as abrupt as his entrance in. With the subtely of a honeybadger tearing a cobra apart, he made his way into the tent, along with a particularly apprehensive expression plastered on his face. "It doesn't look like I can keep my focus on other things at the moment, so I'll be more blunt than normal, Sakura." the young man was of course directing his gaze at the only other person in the tent, and his tone was more serious than normal. He crossed his arms and then simply said, "What are you?

Her heart lurched in her chest as the sound of the tent flap being ripped back filled the air, breaking her humming into a small squeak of surprise. Whirling around on her knees, she laid eyes upon Raze whose facial expression was of stone as usual. Except his voice was much more serious and cold. Her face paled from the words, her heart thrumming hard at the shock and a slight pain starting to brew there. Clenching her small fingers, she willed it to go away.

"Raze!" she breathed in shock. Her mouth opened and closed for a moment as she tried to comprehend his question, "W-what am I? I... I don't know what you mean, Raze. What are you talking about?" her color returned then, dusting a faint blush across her cheeks and nose.

His eyes narrowed a bit, indicating the response he got only irritated him to a degree. He'd have to be more clear, it would seem, and since he knew she was hiding something (and at this point, he was unlikely to be wrong about what that 'something' was), he really was not in the mood for any games. "I've respected your privacy up until now, and I would have much preferred it if it could remain that way, but that is no longer the case, Sakura. You need to explain to me why you're being targeted by mercenaries, and you need to do so now".

Sakura's gaze widened in shock. His narrowed eyes and sharp tone told her that she'd irritated him in a way that wasn't very good. She reached up, her fingers curling tightly over her chest. Unable to meet his hard gaze, she looked down at the floor of the tent. Clenching her teeth she tried to think of what to say. Nothing came to mind. The princess had been stupid to think that they wouldn't ever find out about her origin's. The moment they found out, they would haul her back to the castle and there'd be nothing for it. The thought alone trigged a cold, haunting feeling. When she spoke her voice was hollowed and soft.

"I'm sorry, Raze. I'm Sakura Dieriean," she said knowing that the last name alone was enough to tell him who she was alone. Taking a shaking deep breath she continued only for a moment longer, "I left because my mother had always locked me in the castle, in my room. I'd never been allowed out because of my condition. She's afraid that I'll die from this... heart disease I have... what ever that means," she whispered the last part. She could already feel the dull pain aching there. The emotions weren't quite strong enough yet. She couldn't bear to look at him.

Razeluxe had never once claimed he was someone who had never experienced the emotion of fear. Contrary to popular belief, the mostly stoic man had oftentimes felt this both on and off the battlefield, with the most common cause being the 'what if' of the possibility that someone from his group were to perish in battle. He was too prideful to admit it, obviously, but that never changed the fact that he did indeed exhibit such emotions on an almost daily basis. However, it had been quite the while since he had ever openly displayed fright, and were any of the other members of the mercenary group here at this moment, they may or may not have thought this to be a dream. You see, Razeluxe took his hands and ran them through his hair before sighing... audibly. His expression more or less turned pale as a ghost and he took a few deep breaths inwards as he attempted to calm himself down.

He had essentially just committed a crime so big it would have an entire country after not only him, but the people he considered family. Even if he were to attempt to explain the situation to the country, it was very unlikely they'd even give him the few moments of life to spare it, as he was likely just considered a group of mercenaries by them. After all, that's exactly what they were, but the added title of 'kidnapping' could not be argued before they were executed. And if he ever claimed to want something less than pissing a country off, he was surely lying.

But he had lived quite a long time, compared to a normal human being. He had much knowledge and wisdom, right? There had to be some way out of this without the death of him or anyone else. He thought long and hard, but at the moment, nothing would come. "Right... right..." being 'stumped' for a plan wasn't a situation he often found himself in. But neither was finding out your newest member was actually royalty who had ran away. Nonexistant royaty, mind you. If he knew about the daughter before, he'd have suspected her almost immediately. "...So you're royalty and we've been keeping you in a peasant's tent. That's likely not going to imrpess anyone...." What was with him? No, he couldn't say anything of significance right now. There was just a dreadful feeling and image of him being beheaded. It replayed over and over and over and over in his mind. While he was thankful thoughts of the others weren't apparent, it was still nothing to laugh at.

"What... why would you stay with us, then?" he managed to ask as his composure returned to him.

His heavy sigh made her wince and she chanced a quick glance upwards. His face had lost all color and that scared her. She wasn't sure what it was he was thinking but it obviously wasn't good. His long silence was driving her crazy and her heart was seemingly seizing up as she knelt there. Eventually his voice filled the tent again and she jumped yet again, flinching openly as he spoke. She'd looked down again as he mused out loud about keeping her in a peasants tent. Not that she had ever minded, she'd enjoyed it actually. It was far better than her bedroom back at the castle. However, she couldn't get the words to come free from her lips, frozen in shock and fear.

Her voice hiccuped a moment, a shaking breath that filled her lungs before she answered his question, "Because. I... I really like it here. Its so much better than being stuck in that room, everyday. Everyday! Raze. I was never allowed out of that room! I never say my mother, and I never saw my father. He died without my knowing it until weeks later! Is that anyway someone should be living? I can't..." she choked a bit, "I won't go back. I know that my staying with you will probably make my mother angry. But I can tell her that I left on my own will. If it helps you, I can just leave. But I'm not going back. You can just... pretend I was never here and you won't have to say anything to my mother.".

"It is too late for that."

The king of Duun was already aware of who she was staying with, and it could be at any time that this information leaked to her mother. All they would really be doing was 'dumping her and running', which would look worse from a noble's viewpoint. The fact of the matter was that it was neigh impossible for them to rid themselves of her and get off scotch-free. Besides, the others had grown attached to her, no, they had grown attached to her. She was now a member of their family, even if she was royalty. Simply ditching her to save himself would leave Razeluxe with a very nasty taste in his mouth. Like he was betraying her, and he would never do that to a friend. She wouldn't be going away from them, not if she wasn't headed towards her mother, and with her determined tone, that was unlikely to happen anytime soon, if she had any say in it.

He was not oblivious to the girl's pleas. From how she described it, she might as well have been dead if she were to remain locked in her room. That kind of life - isn't. "Now that I've thought about it..." he began, stroking his chin a bit. "We might not be dead just yet, but you're going to have to go home --- at least long enough to help explain something to the Queen. I've my doubts she's informed about where you are as of yet, considering we haven't any royal guards or men pursuing us. Would this be fine?" he'd ditched his panicked self for the more usual, calm one he typically wore. It was how every leader should act, he had just been a fool for a moment. Emotions like fear were, as aforementioned, fatal to have.

Sakura's breathing quickened rapidly. Too late... she could feel warm tears edging their way to her eyes. Then he continued after a long while. Looking up at him, she listened quietly though she didn't like it all that much. Biting back her quick disagreement to the plan, slowly she nodded. He wanted her to explain to her mother that she had left on her own, but was her mother really going to listen to her? Sakura knew the answer to that already. She could already hear the cage doors slamming shut, but she didn't say anything more. The princess knew that if she fought anymore, she'd be a burden to them and more importantly, they'd had to deal with her mother who wasn't an easy woman to confront to begin with. The least she could do for their kindness of allowing her to go with them was to go back and talk with the Queen. Sakura could return the hospitality to them by keeping them out of trouble with the royal guard.

Curling her arms around her waist, she closed her eyes, "Alright." she whispered back.

"It's likely to ease matters if you're there when we explain to her that the King of Duun was plotting to kidnap you." He uncrossed his arms and his gaze reverted back to its norm. As far as he was concerned, this information alone was enough to satisfy the original request made by her Highness. Since she wished to discover Duun's intentions, this would prove hostility more than movement within the army of Duun. For them to know where a nonexistant Princess was before even her own mother meant that they had to have had an eye on her since before she even ventured away from the castle. If they hoped that capturing her would somehow give them an edge in the war or something, it was beyond anything Razeluxe could comprehend with the information present.

"Sakura," he began after a brief moment of silence. "I'm not willing to just let you off without a fight. I hope you're aware of this. Willow'd have my head even if your mother if I didn't, were I to do such. Plus, I'd never hear the end of it from Shyc."

Looking up sharply, she watched him for a long while, "Duun's King... wants me?" she breathed. She looked down at the floor again, not entirely sure how to take that information. It was silent for a while before he spoke again. This time her heart skipped a beat not from fear or anything like that. Sakura took a deep breath, raising her head again she watched him carefully. Her cheeks flared a darker red this time, "You... want me to stay? Really? Can I truly stay with you?"

"I am not the kind of man who goes back on his word." the hybrid responded, this time so much as allowing a small, reassuring smile on his face to appear. And he had grown quite attached to her since the few days ago that she had first arrived. She was brimming with energy, but spent it asking meaningful questions rather than annoying him as Shyc did often. And while that was endearing in a way, Sakura's childish curiousity was also a refreshing change from him. He did not dislike Shyc, but he DID need a break every now and then.

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Shyc pulled back as Willow had insisted. Slowly he let the blade fall back into the sheath as Raze announced his leave. The half-elf turned on his heel and headed back to the camp rather quickly. The thief's gaze watched him go for a moment before his attention was pulled back to the woman still tied to the tree. Her words sent a kind of dread pulsing through him that he hadn't felt in a long while. A Shade? he thought, eyes wide.

Willow offered one last warning to the woman before freeing her. The mage dropped down to her feet and glowered at them both as she slowly backed away into the forest. Once she was gone, Shyc frowned as he tapped the hilt of his blade before going back to the camp with Willow. He was curious as to what Raze was doing and why he'd left so quickly, but figured he would find out later. What had him worried was the mention of the Shade.

As they reentered the camp, Raze wasn't in sight. With a slight shrug he went to the campfire and stirred up the coals to bring more heat to the small area. The forest was damp after all, and a slight chill was settling in, even in the morning hours. Shyc wasn't really fond of the cold. He sighed and right after the sound left his lips the cracking of twigs filled the area. Straightening, he turned to see a dark figure seemingly come out of the shadows of the trees. Behind him was a contingent of men looking well armed and with ill intent.

The thief slowly reached down for his swords, his fingers curling around both of the weapons this time instead of just one. He eyed the group that came to the edge of their campsite. The man that led them had strikingly golden eyes that seemed to flicker with a kind of rage that chilled Shyc's blood. He was covered head to foot in black, with only his eyes visible. That... that's the Shade he thought slowly.

"My, what a pleasure it is to find you all still here," the voice was raspy, like gravel.

Shyc's gaze narrowed, his heart rate sky rocketing as he stood there, shifting his body to a better stance, "I don't suppose you're just dropping by for a chat," Shyc commented as he flicked his gaze to the other men behind the Shade.

A hollow laugh followed his words, "Don't think you'll keep me from what I want, boy," the man's gaze left Shyc to take in the rest of the group. His eyes narrowed at Nahvariik before settling on Dinan for a mere moment and then to Willow behind them, "What an interesting group. Though I'm most surprised to see a Kamael with you. Have you lost your pride, little angel? To dwell among those who walk beneath you?" the Shade scoffed, "Pity really... And to join with such creatures as humans... You've gone and disgraced yourself," The Shade looked over to the lizard-man, his golden gaze narrowing dangerously, "And I have you to thank for tearing off an arm earlier, I'll be sure to repay you for that," he growled.

Shyc, on the other hand, had different plans. Both blades rang free from their sheaths, gaining the attention of the Shade fully. His face was flushed with rage, teeth gritting together tightly. He couldn't think properly and launched himself at the man. All simply for the fact that the black clad figure had insulted those closest to him. At the back of his mind he reprimanded himself for losing it so easily, but also knew there was nothing for it.

As he attacked, there was nothing of his usual grace during a fight. It was all brute force now, his only intent to was to drive his swords through the Shade that opposed him. Steel ground against steel as Shyc slammed his weapons down into the short sword the Shade held. Pulling back only for a second, he threw himself into a whirlwind of twists and slashes, each only ever landing on the damnable sword the golden eyed man wielded.

He was only concentrated on the Shade and didn't notice that his sudden lung at the Shade hadn't triggered the large army behind the Shade to do anything. It probably should have been the first thing to tip him off, but Shyc was too far from thinking clearly to notice anything right then. He duck a slash at his throat and thrust his own swords forward. He just barely cut into the man's flesh then. Again, he slashed outwards wildly, only to gain a few more very minor cuts. Then he did something he normally wouldn't have if he'd been calmer.

He got to close.

The short sword stuck hard, throwing aside one arm before coming back and sinking into his chest, going rather deep before Shyc got his own weapon up against the hilt to stop it from going further. His weapon shook violently against the hilt of the short sword. The Shade's hand shot out and gripped his throat tightly. Slashing out again, Shyc attempted to cut through the man's arm to release him. As his blade cut into the shoulder, the thief's other sword holding the Shade's at bay slipped. The steel slid through him.

Blood bubbled up into his throat and spilled from his lips. His eyes were wide as his numbed fingers released his hold on both swords. The Shade pulled him closer, dragging the short sword from Shyc's chest in one slow pull. One arm wrapped around his waist, holding him upright while the other reached up and pulled down the cloth that covered the Shade's face. Blackened skin met the thief who coughed on his gasp of shock. The skin looked to be like nothing but webbing, hardly even kept together at all.

Fingers gripped the back of his hair, dragging his head back as the Shade looked him over, "A waste, really. A strong, young life such as your own. I'll be taking it," he said as he dipped down towards Shyc's face.

Just as a strange pull was beginning to course though him, the thief felt his conscious fading away into something else entirely. No... no, not... again, he thought in vain as his breath left him and everything became dark.

The Shade pulled back immediately, his golden gaze widening in shock for a moment before narrowing in anger as he quickly released Shyc and stepped back hastily. The boy's body stumbled backwards before dropping down to one knee. Blood poured out onto the forest floor from the wound for a moment before it stopped suddenly. His fingers stretched outwards almost as if testing them.

Shyc's lips twisted up into a very cruel, sadistic smile, flashing a set of fangs that hadn't been there before. His gaze opened, revealing a much darker color than their usual vibrant green. They were almost black. Around his fingers, a silver colored fire began to burn, reaching up to his elbows. His swords shuddered on the ground and in the next instant shot to his hands where he gripped them tightly.

Rising up, Shyc tilted his head off to the side as he released a heavy sigh, his tongue running across his lips. Humming a bit, he gazed at the Shade who looked shaken, "That hurt, bastard," he grinned, a soft laugh escaping him, "But I suppose I could thank you too.... It's been far too long," his laugh was cold, hollow even.

Shifting his body very slowly, he turned the blades so the razor edges were pointed outwards. His smile grew as he stood there and in the next instant he faded away from sight. The Shade, visibly jumping, stepped back before he too disappeared in a wisp of black smoke. Just in time as well, for Shyc reappeared with his blades covered in silver fire swinging outwards from the spot the man had originally been standing in.

Clicking his tongue, Shyc stood up straight and located the Shade some ways away, behind the majority of his men, "Kill them! Leave the girl," he ordered. Only then did they lung forward in an attempt to fight off the mercenary group.

Shyc's gaze brightened to that of utter pleasure and he lunged forward. On his own, the thief kill almost half of the army that had come. Blood coated his frame just about from head to foot. It was very clear, he was not himself and he was enjoying killing.


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Sakura's energy seemed to return as she looked up to Raze. Her heart fluttered as she listened to him. He wasn't going to let her go. He wasn't going to let her be caged again. For a mere moment her smile faltered as she thought about it. Could he really keep her there? Was that even possible? Sure, he would do as he said, and do all that he could in his power, but in the end... this was her Mother they were talking about. The woman was like ice and never was one to be swayed in her decisions.

Even so, Sakura pushed aside the depressing thoughts and smiled brightly, "Thank you, Raze. Thank you!" she was almost inclined to hug him, but bit her lip as the thought passed through her mind. It was hard enough as it was with him just standing in front of her, both alone in the tent. She bit her lip as she blushed again and turned away, hoping he wouldn't notice.

It was about that time that she heard steel clashing together. Lifting her head, she gasped a bit. What's going on!? she thought. Then she remembered Raze's words about the King of Duun wanting her. Her heart clenched tightly and she winced openly now, flinching as she pulled her hand back to her chest. Slowly she got up to her feet and made to peek out of the ten to see what was happening. That's when she saw Shyc, a sword poking through his back. Her heart seized up then.

"Shyc!" her scream was hoarse and she started from the tent. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she had to do something. She wasn't a fighter yet, but she couldn't just stand there. Sakura had barely gotten three steps from the tent when she couldn't move anymore. Her chest was on fire. Something was wrong, much more than the normal pains she'd felt before. She dropped to the forest floor, shuddering.

"What... is this?" she wondered aloud, the words barely a breath from her lips.

As she lay there, she heard a sound at her head and she looked up, wincing slightly as her fingers curled tightly over her chest. Standing over her was a familiar face and her face lost all color as she gasped, eyes wide. The golden eyes gazed down at her as he reached up and covered up the lower half of his horrendous facial features. The blackened skin made her semi-sick to her stomach and she looked back down at the forest floor, feeling bile at the back of her throat.

He bent over, fingers wrapping around her upper arm and hauling her upwards. She had no strength, thanks to the pulsing pain in her chest and so she screamed instead, calling out the first name that came to mind, "Raze!" her voice was sharp as it pierced the trees. Finally she managed to start twisting and squirming in his grip. The man pulled her tightly against him.

"Stop moving, woman. Make this easy," he hissed.

Sakura did the exact opposite as she struggled in his grip. Kicking and flailing, she landed a few hits on the Shade that held her tight. Her struggling did nothing to ease the growing pain and slowly her fighting back was starting to grow weak. I hate this... I hate this so much, she thought to herself realizing that she was weak as she was. She couldn't just depend on the others all the time. Sakura needed to get stronger, to defend herself. In frustration, she let out another scream, but with no words.

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"Ah, finally some well earned relaxation and some peace and quiet," Nahvariik told himself, his voice loud enough to be heard by any passing traveler, as he laid back to enjoy the soothing and cleansing waters of a nearby hotsprings that he had stumbled upon during the night.

Most of his armor was removed and was laying neatly in a pile just at the ledge above him, but the Drakaani wasn't worried about being caught unarmored, for he was Drakaani, and such a mighty Drakaani as he wouldn't be so easily defeated. He had few worries on his mind, as it was far too early in the day for the band of mercenaries to pack up and ride off without him hearing them.

They make too much noise.

He had recognized the fact that the group had a kamael with them, but he wasn't too fond about it. Both races were often at odds with each other, both looking down on the other. Despite this, Nahvariik had dropped the subject of why there was such a being in the group, thinking as to why his former employer's daughter was with them. He had never seen the Queen's daughter, even when he served as the kingdom's Master at Arms, and it was usually for good reason.

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Some time or so passed, and Nahvariik returned the majority of his armor to their rightful place, holding onto the breastplate to don back at the campsite. As he approached the camp, the other members of his old-new "family" were returning to the campsite as well, each coming back from... whatever they were doing.

However, a certain chill burned through trees, and Nahvariik looked onwards, noticing a familiar man in black leading a small number of men towards them. When the man approached, the fighter recognized the golden eyes as the very ones that belonged to the man from the day before. He had some words to pass out with each of the mercenaries, starting with the thief, then moving onto the kamael before settling his eyes on the drakaani himself.

"And I have you to thank for tearing off an arm earlier, I'll be sure to repay you for that." The man's voice was coarse, as if he was threatening the fighter.

"Well, I assume you want another class in getting your ass whooped. I am one person you don't want to threaten, little man."

The foolish thief of theirs had rushed off into the group of men, and within minutes after his steel clashing with that of his enemies, had ended with a blade sticking through him, the man in black nowhere in sight. The first instinct that ran through the drakaani's mind was protecting the young female that was "placed" under his care, pushing him into the direction of the tent that she was occupying.

He had heard her call out for Raze a moment later, and sprinting to where the girl was, he captured an unsightly glimpse: The shade had a grip on the girl as she weakly laid on the forest floor. "Do you ever listen? I think you enjoy getting manhandled!" Nahvariik yelled out, about to charge shoulder first into the shade, aiming to break his grip from the girl...

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"Thank you, Raze. Thank you!"

Words Razeluxe almost never really heard left Sakura's lips and lightened the man's mood. The thanks sounded so genuine compared to most others, who would half-heartedly speak them out of courtesy rather than it being a part of their character. For whatever reason, Sakura soon reddened up in her cheeks, shying her head away likely in embarrassment, though Razeluxe was not sure what she'd have to be embarrassed about. But before any query could be made about the subject, the roar of a battle outside the tent claimed their attention. Razeluxe was quite quick to respond, but even so, Sakura beat him out of the tent.

Razeluxe was not far behind at all. About a second after the girl, he departed from the tent and quickly observed the situation. Much like Sakura, he escaped the tent just in time to witness what should have been Shyc's death from being impaled through the torso. A great rage and overwhelming sorrow hit the leader of the group both at once, stabbing at his heart, in a way. He kept his calm mask, but deep inside he would have sworn to gut every last one of these attackers himself had it not been for well... Shyc not dying when he most certainly should have. Instead, the young boy began as if he had a second wind of sorts, only Raze could certainly tell by his expression that there was something wrong with him. He dove into battle with the intruders in a state that gave the illusion that he was in a fit of ecstasy from fighting. But he was outnumbered, and Razeluxe wasn't one to simply roll the dice and hope for anything if he did not need to.

"Hey!" he shouted towards everyone in general, "You shouldn't need an invitation to protect yourselves!"

Before he could manage to jump to Shyc's side, Sakura's cry for help reached his ears, and as he turned his attention towards her, he spotted the figure looming over her. He made the assumption that the shade was not likely to have any friendly reasons for grasping her, so that made him a hostile who was now manhandling one of his friends. A mistake nobody had the tendency to survive to repeat. The elf did not make any battle cries or taunts as he began to the two, unlike his scaly friend who apparently had the same idea. Were Raze someone to be intimidated by size, he might have thought twice about seeing who would reach the shade between him and Nah, who certainly towered over him, but that was not the case here, and because he was but a few feet from Sakura and the Shade, he reached them first.

Razeluxe gripped the handle of his sword and raised it into the air, before smashing the hilt right down on the back of the shade's skull, with the end result being much like one would expect: He dropped like a sack of rocks, as well as releasing the grip on Sakura.

Glancing upwards, he grinned at Nah. "She's my ship, turbonerd."

With presumably the rest of the group engaged in combat, he couldn't pretend like knocking this guy out was the end of the battle, but he managed to justify sparing the time to be concerned about Sakura by saying anything less than perfect condition when she returned would cost him his head later on. "Sakura, are you alright?" he kneeled down and offered her a hand. Shortly after, he did manage to glance upwards at Nah, whose prey he had technically just stolen. "I'll bet he's happier I reached him first."giving a small grin before returning his attention back to Sakura.

((SHITTY POST IS SHIT SORRY :CCCCCCCC Also hope knocking that nerd out was alright C:))

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Sakura gasped a bit as someone came up behind them and slammed their weapon into the back of the man's skull that was holding her tightly. The Shade dropped and with him, Sakura went. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she was on the ground propped up only by one arm, the other clenched over her chest as she tried to calm herself enough to get the intense pain to go away. Panting a bit, she winced, one eye close as the other lifted upwards to look at Raze who was offering his hand to her.

"Sakura, are you alright?" he asked as he knelt next to her.

The princess knew she wasn't going to be able to stand for quite a while and so she just nodded a bit, "Yes, I'm alright..." she panted slightly. Bowing her head forward, she took deep breathes.

The sounds of fighting still filled the air as Shyc was very much engrossed in his decimating everything. Looking over to the army that was slowly faltering under his attacks, she watched with a bit of horror on her face. There was something wrong with him, and she didn't like what she was seeing. Shyc wasn't like this... he was caring and sweet, funny and clumsy... everything but this insane thirst for killing that he was exhibiting right then.

She trembled a bit as she sat there on the ground, "Raze... Shyc! What's wrong with him?!" her voice trembled a bit as she looked back over to the elf. Shaking her head a bit she reached out to his arm and gripped him tightly, "Help him! I'm alright, I promise! Please, go help him!" Sakura was sure she didn't really need to say anything of the sort to Raze, but she wanted him to know that she was fine and to go after his youngest member in the group. She would have done so herself already if not for the state she was in. Sakura could hardly stand at the moment and it drove her insane with the knowledge that she was so weak right then. I will grow stronger, I have to! she promised herself, her determination showing through as she urged Raze to go assist the young boy.


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The sound of steel sliding through flesh was the most pleasant musical sound to his ears. It was bloody as well, not clean at all like his normal self. Shyc was covered head to foot in the hot, crimson liquid. Each blade dripped the dark color down onto the forest floor as he weaved in and out of the trees to his next target. His body would disappear every so often to go a short distance behind his next target to run them through in the most brutal way possible, or to decapitate them or whatever he felt like at that moment.

Shyc had taken care of many of the armed men on his own, but by now the rest of them were either organizing to go up against him in a detailed assault while a handful had turned to run away from the monster that had just awakened. Running his tongue across his lips, his dark gaze glittered with an insane fire for more destruction. The wicked grin had remained throughout the entirety of his fight. After some time, he finally stopped, halting in his steps as he slowly glanced around himself.

So, they think they can surround me, he thought to himself with a slight chuckle. Shyc waited, standing absolutely still with both swords down at either side. The silver fire still wrung itself around his hands up to his elbows. The blades had even taken some of the fire, burning slightly as he stood there. Letting his head fall back, he released a long breath, eyes closing. Relishing the feel of the thick liquid that coated his lithe frame, he heard the first steps of the enemies advancement onto him.

His fingers twitched ever so slightly as he forced himself to wait a bit longer, drawing in the group to think that they had the advantage on him. Shyc counted to himself slowly, matching the steps equally. Finally he moved, striking outwards to his left so quickly that the man never saw it coming. There was a gasp of shock, then choking. Rolling his head to the left, he opened his darkened gaze and smiled at the man who clenched his throat in a vain attempt to stop from drowning in his own blood.

"That's a good look you have there. How about you entertain me for a while, hu?" he asked as he turned his attention to the rest of them.

He shot to the one to his right, taking the man off guard as he shoved both blades straight through the man's chest, coming up on him with such force that the weapons slide through the thick leather armor like butter. Wrenching free with a hard twist to each of his swords, Shyc whirled around with a sharp kick that threw the man to the ground. Facing the next opponent he slashed outwards in rapid succession, one blade after the other as he essentially turned the man before him into nothing but ribbons with deep gashes streaking all across his body.

Shyc killed six of them, one right after the other before he stopped and tilted his head off to the side, waiting for the next round of men from Duun's army. He flipped his blades around, sending blood splattering the undergrowth around him, "Who's next?"


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Kenji had been walking all day, following an army full of idiots to do whatever their quest may be. He despised the people of Dunn, but he went with the army anyways for some shits and giggles. If Kenji was going to spend his time doing something, it might as well be something hes good at, killing. All he knew about today's mission was that their objective was to kidnap some princess or something silly like that. Kenji pieced everything together after hearing that. Princess in scary forest = bodyguards. Eventually Kenji went off the trail to examine what looked to be a dead animal, it was quite large, a difficult kill in short. What made it interesting was that there wasn't any blood, so that means it had to have died by natural causes. It looked young in age, so eventually Kenji deducted that it had to have been a plant's doing. He searched around the bushes to find a berry he had never seen before. It was a bright orange with light blue flowers, and just typical stick branches holding them up. He slid his dagger out of his sleeve and cut off a sample of the strange foliage, storing it in the pocket of his blue and white kimono.

After returning to the trail, he realized he had lost his companions. They were probably far off too, but that didn't stop Kenji. He tried following the faint footsteps that resided in the slightly damp dirt, and thankfully was successful of navigating his way. He enjoyed this particular forest. It was full of blooming flowers and interesting species. Although that was only in his eyes, others would see terrifying beasts and frightening carnivorous plant life. But the same fear that most humans feel didn't come to him. It was as if everything was normal.

Eventually the easily distracted man found his way back to the group. He actually walked onto a horrifying scene. There was a strong scent coming from the gooey red substance now coating the trail. The bloody stench didn't seem to bother Kenji but he did acknowledge it. What is this? Is there an opponent worthy of my time? There must be several. Half of the army is lying on the ground. This will be quite the treat. Even his thoughts were lacking emotion. Not a speck of excitement or worry, he was just completely neutral. It was quite disturbing considering the circumstances.

After calmly strolling past several bloodied bodies, Kenji heard a voice.

"Who's next?"

Finally live people came into view, the uneducated Dunn buffoons were crowding around something or someone that Kenji was unable to see. They were clearly all terrified, quaking in their boots. Kenji would've laughed and grinned at the idiots if he had such capabilities. They were all slowly backing away from the center of the circle, probably the source of all the death surrounding the dark forest. Kenji decided to push his way through the crowd which gave way easily. It was almost as if they were just as scared of Kenji, moving respectfully out of his way to reveal his opponent.

Kenji laid his eyes upon the man that stood in front of him. He was soaked and dripping in blood, a psychotic smile plastered on the his face. It was hard to tell what the young man truly looked like due to the fact that the same gooey redness on the floor caked his clothes, face, and hair. He also had two equally bloodied blades to the side of him. Kenji usually took a more sneaky approach when it came to fighting, but Kenji had to come face to face with an opponent with such skill. With his right arm, he reached behind his back and gripped the hilt of Oboro. He slowly pulled the sharp katana out of its sheath returned it calmly to his side, ready to strike at any moment. He could see the faint red tint that resided on the blade out of the corner of his eye, his most useful concoction. Then in his mind he replied.

I'm next.

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Nahvariik quickly picked up speed, charging for second helpings into his prey. As he lunged, vaulting his 350-pound frame into the air, he realized that he was a tad bit too late, as the half elf had reached the robed figure - and Sakura - first.

Soaring over the two, with the now unconscious robed figure sprawled across the ground beside them, the Drakaani displayed a comical scene of vainly attempting to control his flight path back towards the ground. Unlike the stories that had depicted the reptilian race as "flying," the air had never been their field of expertise, and most Drakaani would agree to stay on the ground as much as possible. Observing that his current path was directed into a tree, and knowing fully well that there isn't going to be a desired outcome from this, Nahvariik braced himself by trying to place both arms forward as to shield himself from the impact, but that was too late for the burly beast.

Nahvariik had successfully landed himself into a tree, smashing arm - and head - first into the supportive trunk of the plant, a audible crack snapping out as a result from the impact. Sliding headfirst into the ground, his back breaking off chunks of bark from the now weakened tree, before positioning himself feet-down once more. "I'll bet he's happier I reached him first."

"I suppose so, but what to do about your friend?"

As he glanced towards the ringing sounds of combat, he realized that two members of their party had simply vanished, the Kamael and the mage. "And where has those other two disappear off to now?"

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He no sooner called out the words of 'who's next' and they all but bolted away from him. Having seen their companions decimated within seconds, it was no wonder none wanted to stay. Shyc's smirk slowly fell down into a frown as he glowered at those that turned and ran. The frown didn't last long though as some unfortunate soul decided that he would try his luck against the daemon.

Smiling once again, he flipped his swords around, the wrists of each hand rolling to complete the movement. Silver fire burst along the length of each blade as he tilted his head off to the side, blood soaked hair falling to one side as he did so, "You?" he asked, breathing the word briefly before leaning forward a bit. He liked the look this one had, almost void of any emotion. A solid being stood before him. Perhaps this person would give him more than the others had.

Shyc lunged forward, moving rather quickly to cover the distance between them. Both swords were held down until the last second and Shyc raised both weapons quickly to knock the single sword from the man's grip.

Kenji acknowledged the crazed man's smile. Cocky bastard. Kenji thought to himself as he watched his opponent flip his swords. He watched intently as the blades burst into shiny silver flames. It was something he had never seen before. Well this makes it interesting... Kenji tried to plan what he was to do in this battle, he had to make sure that he keep away from the flames as he wasn't sure what damage they could inflict.

"You? The mysterious man questioned.

Kenji faintly nodded, his expression remaining the same. He was always calm and collected during a battle. Suddenly his opponent made the first move. Kenji remained put as the man and his swords came barreling towards him. Then out of nowhere their swords came into contact. Oboro stood strong against the unknown swords that had attacked. Don't think it'll be that easy. Kenji used his strength to push the two swords away and then he returned with a swing towards the mans left side.

Both his weapons flew upwards as the man tossed him backwards. Failing to disarm him, Shyc's grin turned into a snarl as he grit his teeth. Turning the blade on his left, he just barely caught the strike. Now holding his weapon backwards to deflect the incoming slash, he turned his body sideways to help alleviate the pressure there that both swords invoked as he pushed against the other.

"My my, someone who might pose as a challenge," Shyc grinned again, "Now then, why don't you show me you're serious?"

Pulling back, he did a complete circle, pivoting on his foot and slashing outwards with his blade aimed towards the man's right side.

Kenji furrowed his brow as his blade came to a halt. That rarely happened unless his blade was tearing through flesh. He made eye contact with his opponent, trying to search for his weakness. Then the man made yet another comment, and mid battle, something Kenji despised.

"My my, someone who might pose as a challenge. Now then, why don't you show me you're serious?" Kenji would do anything he could to wipe the grin off the blood soaked face that was before him.

In a matter of seconds his opponent's blade came racing towards Kenji's right. He quickly gripped Oboro with two hands and swung downwards on the opposing blade, enough to stop it but not enough to hold it down. Then as instinct he jumped backwards keeping away from the skilled swordsman. I need to surprise him, otherwise this will just keep happening. Kenji was at a loss, this was the first time he was up against a worthy opponent. Then he remembered he had a trick up his sleeve. He dropped his left arm to his side and in doing so his dagger slowly slid down his wrist and landed in his hand. Thankfully the sleeves of his kimono were long enough to conceal the movement.

Shyc watched as his target moved backwards swiftly. His sword had been caught, dropped down from it's original course and then hit nothing as the daemon tried to readjust and still hit the man that he'd now deemed as a highly worthy being. It had been so long since someone could stand against him to this degree. Shyc was almost shivering in excitement. Both eyes were dilated with the ecstasy that was coursing through him via the fight.

The daemon was so lost in his excitement that he failed to notice the important details of the fight. He was getting carried away. Shyc wanted to see more of what this man could do, how long would he last, would Shyc manage to inflict a wound on him? Or would it simply be a dance of clanging steel forever. He wanted to know, he had to find out. So many decades of blood lust and wanting something to be worth his time... finally it had come.

"Don't run," he cooed, "We've just gotten started," when he finished those words he lunged forward again, one blade held just to the side of him while the other was down again, the tip barely dragging against the soft soil of the swampy forest floor. The moment he was close, he lifted the one that dragged on the ground to snap the blade from his opponents hand while the other made ready to cut through him.

"Don't run. We've just gotten started."

Kenji barely had time to process the man's words before he went for another attack. As he was running towards him, Kenji noticed that he positioned each one of his blades on either side of him. He's trying to corner me. Kenji barely had time to think before he reacted. He planted his feet firm in the soft ground and prepared himself to take the blow. I've got you now.

Kenji tightly gripped Oboro and swung his right arm across his body to block the blade targeting his left side, and while doing this he crossed his left arm to his right side, dagger in hand, and aimed upwards towards the arm swinging his opponents other blade. Kenji's right arm almost buckled as his blade came into contact with his enemies, but all he was focusing on was the same red tint that covered his small silver dagger, the one that was about to stab his opponents arm.

Shyc felt the blades collide, the vibration ran up his arm to his shoulder. His enemy had done something that he wasn't expecting and didn't have time to adjust for. His grin turned into a frown again, his eyes watching as the smaller dagger shot to his unprotected arm. Too close to get his other sword up, Shyc twisted his body to attempt to get out of the way. He failed in doing so, too slow in realizing that the man had another weapon to begin with and his forward momentum having an opposite effect on what he wanted to do.

The blade cut deep into the soft tissue of the muscle just outside his shoulder. Hissing in pain, he shoved his body forward, tumbling to the ground. Shyc could care less if the man followed him to the ground or not. He was more worried about the feeling that was coursing through him. Glowering at the ground, he pushed himself upwards, stumbling onto his feet and gave an icy stare at the man.

"You, you've done something," he hissed between clenched teeth. He could feel a strange numbness flooding his body rather quickly, too quickly for comfort. Narrowing his gaze, he ground his teeth, "This won't be the last time we meet. Next time I'll put my blade through you."

The daemon closed his eyes and started a soft incantation to himself. When he finished, it seemed the blood drained from Shyc's face, paling his skin more than it already was. His eyes fluttered open to reveal their normal brilliant green color and the fangs were gone from his teeth. Taking a deep breath he seemed to regain himself... at least, until he looked around. A gasp filled his lungs and he looked down at the blades in his hands. Both covered in thick crimson liquid as was his entire frame.

The young thief began to shake, his breathing erratic as he released the weapons, stumbling backwards until he hit a tree and slowly slid down it to sit on the moist ground. He looked terrified.

Kenji watched his opponent struggle as the unprepared man realized Kenji had gotten the upper hand on him. He could feel his dagger tear through his enemies flesh, and he knew, he had won. Kenji was pleased to hear the man in pain, so much that he almost cracked a smile. He wasn't really expecting the force that made him fall on his ass though. His opponent was strong, he had to give him that.

Luckily his enemy had pushed himself to the ground as well, so Kenji couldn't feel too embarrassed, well if he did feel anything. Kenji then watched as the man stood up and glowered at him.

"You, you've done something." Kenji could see by the mans expression that the poison was taking effect. "This won't be the last time we meet. Next time I'll put my blade through you."

Kenji was confused as he watched the man whisper to himself, he was also questioning the last thing he said to him. What was it supposed to mean? Then as the man before him started to change, he began to understand. Kenji had heard of things like this. He must have been possessed by something.

As the real person started to gain consciousness, he lost it. If Kenji had a heart, he would almost feel bad for him, but instead he just stood up, unfazed by the whole situation. He sheathed Oboro and walked over to a nearby plant to rub the blood that covered his dagger off. I'll wash you later. He then returned it under his left sleeve and crossed his arms as he awaited for the young man to die of heart failure.

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Razeluxe was relieved that Sakura only really appeared to be exhausted. She did not appear to be in any mortal danger, so at the very least, he could tend to other matters without worrying about her dying without medical attention. The young-ish warrior sight as he gripped his blade properly in his hand before giving a glance over towards the unconscious form of the assailant. Perhaps he'd be yet another person for them to interrogate. So many people already wanted the princess, and he'd only just heard of her existence a short while ago. Something was certainly up.

He did not have enough time to muse on the subject. Whatever happened to Shyc was obviously worrying the rest of the group, two of which had seemingly disappeared, perhaps fighting alongside the young man. Shyc appeared berserk in a way, but not simply that. There was a cocky look about him that did not seem like his usual self. From where he was, away from his proximity, Razeluxe could not see any of his features aside. Whatever was happening, he was certain to make a mistake sometime, and even though his fights with the numerous soldiers was apparently going his way, Raze could not leave the young man alone.

Besides, Sakura asked him to assist.

"And where has those other two disappear off to now?"

"They're capable on their own. I suggest we worry about the young one." the elf then retrieved his shield and started off towards the battlefield to help the berserk young man out, simply nodding to Sakura before he did so.

By the time he drew nearer to the conflict, he'd already had to step over the carnage that was left behind in Shyc's wake. Shyc was certainly no fool when it came to swordplay and the like, but this much death was certainly not something he was capable of, as far as Razeluxe had known. However, this did not cause the leader of the mercenaries to faulter - nothing would. He had the sole job of making sure to scold this young fool for recklessly charging into battle.... and surviving fatal wounds. It would probably be another subject to bring up once this battle had subsided.

*CLANG*

Raze's shield came up to block the blow sent towards him immediately, and he followed through with a simple thrust to the attacker's chest, killing him almost instantly. This was around the time that the new challenger had appeared to face Shyc, who was intimidating the rest of the men with his pure bloodlust and thirst for death. Despite this, the men showed no signs of fear towards Razeluxe, and decided to turn their attention to him, perhaps assuming that this new guy could fend for himself in the face of a butcher of sorts.

Damnit, I need to get to him!

Compared to yesterday, this was nothing. Some of these men were exhausted from the skirmish just before with Shyc and their blows were laughable at best. Some attackers would find themselves gutted after a well-timed parry, the others would simply be unable to react to a quick slash amongst their throats. Either way, they proved to be nothing but a means to slow down Razeluxe's advance as he desperately tried to forge onwards to his ally. However, it was enough. By the time Razeluxe reached Shyc, the blood covering him was not just his foe's.

"This won't be the last time we meet. Next time I'll put my blade through you."

Those were Shyc's last words before he stumbled back against a tree, his expression contrasting greatly to what his was prior. However, Razeluxe noted that this seemed much more like Shyc than whatever he was doing earlier did. Was he under the influence of something, perhaps? That did not matter at the time. What did was that his foe still stood and he did not. The man whom had challenged Shyc did not seem mortally wounded, if at all. His expression was calm, cold; the expression of an assassin who had killed many times before.

That worried him.

The man was not showing any signs of triumph, like you might expect from the typical canon fodder. He did not cheer nor shout about his supposed victory either. All Raze saw was a blank slate, a man doing his job and nothing else. People like that were some of the biggest threats. He had yet to have taken Shyc's life, and out here, Raze doubted that a good match would lead to him sparing his foe - people just weren't that generous. It left very few conclusions for the elf to make as to why he hadn't plunged his blade through the weakened Shyc.

If he really is poisoned, we need help quick.

He went under this assumption due to the aforementioned reason above, and was hoping to whatever deity really existed that he was wrong. Raze could deal with physical damage that was non-fatal easy. And he did have a slight knowledge about some healing magics to ease pain, but poison was something he was certainly not familiar with. Perhaps Willow could tend to him, but with no way to know how long it'd take for this poison to do its job, he wasn't really comfortable waiting. Then again, there was not much he could do in the situation. Besides, the men who had yet to have been slain by Raze, Shyc, or Nahv (who was probably having his way with some canon-fodder booty right about now) were starting to crowd him, perhaps gaining confidence now that one of them had been downed. As they drew nearer to the terrified Shyc, Razeluxe stepped in front of the weakened Shyc.

"All right, that's enough. Ugly people stand aside. Anyone who wishes to keep their lives should retreat now, before it's too late." Razeluxe declared with his sword and shield at the ready. What people might mistake as a false confidence was the entirety of his tone. "You can all leave with your lives or perish here. Your choice."

Though he would not neglect to assess his surroundings (particularly now that he had the full attention of plenty of armed men), his glare was focused towards the man who had defeated Shyc, as if his threats were directed towards him instead of the entire group. Even if this man was not the on-site leader of these troops, he could probably be their voice regardless. Not a single one of these men aside from him could have matched blades with one of Raze's mercenaries. It was fairly likely Raze or Shyc had already executed who was supposed to be their commander. A part of Razeluxe wanted to cross blades with this man, the childish, competitive part. But if that were avoidable in these circumstances, it was preferable. If Shyc was really poisoned, then he might not have too long left to live.

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Kenji's eyes widened ever so slightly. For some odd reason the young man he had thought he defeated, wasn't dying. It really didn't look like he felt any pain at all. He wasn't clasping his wound, his chest or even any other body parts that should be losing feeling at the moment. Where's the blood? From the glance Kenji caught of the boy's wound, it should be gushing blood, but it was as if nothing happened. His clothes remained unstained. Kenji decided to go examine the man, due to the fact that he seemed completely harmless as of now. As he began to take his first step, another man appeared. More specifically, an elf. He seemed to be protecting the young man slumped up against the tree as Kenji and the Dunn army advanced.

"All right, that's enough. Anyone who wishes to keep their lives should retreat now, before it's too late. You can all leave with your lives or perish here. Your choice."

Kenji wanted to laugh at the absurdity. But laughing wasn't one of his capabilities. This one is as cocky as the last. He must be working with my past opponent. Perhaps protecting the "princess" as well. Kenji analyzed the situation in his mind. He then decided to ignore the elven warrior and focused his attention back on the man who should be dying. He returned to his original objective, examining the wound he left. He took a few more steps forward, and as he did so, the Dunn dummies backed off once again. Kenji kept his hands away from Oboro, so he could come off as innocent and friendly. If the elf decided to make a move he could swiftly grab his deadly katana, but if not, he could also use his dagger once again.

It wasn't that Kenji didn't believe the elf could cause problems, or be strong enough to give a good fight, he just was to distracted by his previous opponent. He had never met someone who could just withstand his poisonous concoction, it was basically impossible, and he hadn't found a cure for it either. So what had happened? He knew there was some logical explanation, so he needed to find out. His knowledge and fighting skills are really all he has.

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"And where has those other two disappear off to now?"

"They're capable on their own. I suggest we worry about the young one."


Glancing out to the fight between the trees, Sakura noted that Dinan and Willow were indeed missing from their original spots. Perhaps the fighting had taken them to a different part of the forest area around them? Anything was possible, she was sure. But as Raze had suggested, they were fine on their own. Even Sakura knew that by the way they'd all carried themselves the past three days. She could tell they were all very strong in their own ways. Raze gave her a short nod before he turned and rushed off to help the young thief.

Sakura's body finally seemed to relax as Raze left to assist Shyc in the fight. She watched him as he fought to get to the boy's side. Pulling her bottom lip into her mouth, she nibbled on it nervously as she watched. After a moment, she lost sight of first Shyc, then Raze. Her heart lurched, but she quickly calmed herself. She'd definitely had enough negative emotions for one day. It was draining her of her strength and she was sure to need more of that later when they started the journey back to Iverien. Sakura was fairly sure they would start that journey sometime that day seeing as it was still early morning.

Pushing herself upwards, she got to her feet as the sounds of steel clashing against each other slowly faded away. The echos remained, but new sounds of fighting didn't start up. She swayed a bit on her feet, but managed to stay standing for the most part. Sakura, ignoring that she was probably going to get scolded, went after Raze. Following the path he'd gone and where she'd last seen him, she weaved through the trees until she stumbled upon both him and Shyc as well as someone else that she'd never seen before.

Behind this newcomer, were more men, but they were edging away before turning around completely and running. They'd obviously lost the will to fight and by the way it looked, Raze was in no mood for messing around. Sakura swallowed dryly. She'd never seen him like that before, and it was slightly terrifying. That was when she laid eyes on the young thief. Sakura gasped, loudly, and ran to him. He was covered head to foot in blood that she thought was his own.

"Shyc! Oh... Gods, are you alright? What happened, where are -"

She didn't get within two feet of him when he flinched and shoved himself away from her. His breathing was shallow and quick, his green gaze horror filled as he snapped at her, "Don't!"

Sakura stopped, and her legs gave out from underneath her. Dropping down to her knees wearily, she lifted one hand to press against her temple briefly before looking back up to Shyc who was slightly worried, but still scared. The princess couldn't comprehend what it was that made him snap at her like that, almost as if he was afraid of something. Why would he be so scared? It couldn't be her, could it? No. That was silly.

"Shyc... what's wrong?"

He shook his head, brows curling upwards as his gaze filled with tears slightly, "I...I'm so sorry," he muttered the last part. He grit his teeth, his head turning off to the side and his stained hair falling forward to cover his eyes from her view. She slid forward on hands and knees, an eyebrow coming down in confusion. She didn't understand his demeanor at all. This wasn't really like him, not at all.

The young mercenaries voice called out to Raze a moment later, "Don't... don't hurt him, Raze. I - That has never happened before. No one has ever brought me back before."

"'Brought you back?'" Sakura repeated softly. She shifted her gaze to Raze, then to the new comer in robes, and finally back to Shyc. The boy was trembling as he clenched his fist, head still turned from all of them.

"... Sorry... sorry I didn't tell you," he muttered again.

"Shyc. There's nothing to be sorry about," Sakura said softly, smiling at him as she edged closer to him again. He didn't move, that or maybe he didn't notice that she'd gotten close to him, "It's fine now. You're fine, we all are. Now we can head back to Iverien. Okay?"

He didn't answer, nor did he make any gesture that he had heard or was going to move. Sakura's gaze widened a bit as she watched him almost desperately. She turned to Raze. She didn't say anything, but only shook her head a bit. The princess was at a loss. She couldn't think of anything and whatever was tormenting Shyc... he wasn't about to say it outright. At least not without some coaxing and that she wasn't very good at.

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About three things Raze was absolutely positive: First, this man was testing him. Second, there was a part of him–and he didn’t know how dominant that part might be–that was taunting Raze. And third, Razeluxe was unconditionally and irrevocably chagrined at Sakura's appearance into the fray.

But Twilight references aside....

The young elf could not tell you which was worse at the moment: the man ignoring his warning and stepping forth, or the princess these men were likely after stepping into the scene and likely drawing their attention. Had this been a moment where he could afford to remove his attention from his foes, then he'd certainly have gone off on Sakura right then and there, however, this was not the case and doing so would probably give this man enough time to decapitate or otherwise end the elf's life.

Razeluxe raised his voice at the man this time. "Do not take another step." he warned.

He wasn't sure what this man was thinking. Raze was unaware he gave off a friendly air when he had his sword drawn and his stance locked. Unlike the two behind him who were having a nice little chat, Razeluxe was very unapproachable in this situation, or so he'd like to think. There wasn't much more he could do to declare his intentions, he heavily implied he'd kill anyone who tried something, and he could certainly follow up on that as long as they were still in the midst of the trees.

"Don't... don't hurt him, Raze. I - That has never happened before. No one has ever brought me back before."

As he held his ground, Shyc's voice came from behind him, pleading to spare the man. Whatever 'brought me back' meant, it certainly wasn't worth letting his guard down against someone who had just tried to murder him, regardless of what he accomplished. That was simply foolish. Scarily so. But it sounded like Shyc was actually aware of what happened, so when things settled down, Raze could get some answers out of him. Deciding to save that later and keeping his eyes on the man, Raze sighed before answering with his irritation betrayed by his tone.

"Whether or not we fight is up to him. He's been given a choice already." this statement was of course directed towards the man just as much as Shyc, at least the volume with which it was said suggested as much. He wondered if Shyc realized that these men were't here to play with them. Raze wasn't one to kill people unless he had to, so asking him not to harm someone did not make much sense. If the man attacked then Raze would retaliate, simple as that. Otherwise, he's free to retreat and live another day, just like his men. It wasn't that Razeluxe felt he was the strongest person in the world and this man would be hard-pressed to match him, it was just that with two people he needed to protect, he'd never faulter or fail.

Besides...

Razeluxe wasn't alone. Even if Shyc and Sakura weren't able to fight now, and the others had disappeared, he still had Nahv and the residents of the forest to make up for it.

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Character Portrait: Shyc Regaile
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"Death is little more than you deserve."

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"Ooooh~ Come back, my love~~~!"

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"......."

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Nahvariik

"Don't make me go 'rawr' on your ass."

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Razeluxe

"You lose because your men stand behind you, not beside you."

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Sakura Dieriean

"Don't call me your highness, I hate titles..."

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Shyc Regaile

"I swear I didn't bring anything weird this time!!! Well... except for that, maybe that was me... "

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Sakura Dieriean

"Don't call me your highness, I hate titles..."

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Keith

"Ooooh~ Come back, my love~~~!"

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Iriyn

"Death is little more than you deserve."

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Razeluxe

"You lose because your men stand behind you, not beside you."

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Nahvariik

"Don't make me go 'rawr' on your ass."

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Shyc Regaile

"I swear I didn't bring anything weird this time!!! Well... except for that, maybe that was me... "

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"Ooooh~ Come back, my love~~~!"

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Sakura Dieriean

"Don't call me your highness, I hate titles..."

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Iriyn

"Death is little more than you deserve."

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Razeluxe

"You lose because your men stand behind you, not beside you."

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Kenji Umeki

"......."

Character Portrait: Nahvariik
Nahvariik

"Don't make me go 'rawr' on your ass."

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Shyc Regaile

"I swear I didn't bring anything weird this time!!! Well... except for that, maybe that was me... "


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Camdiere is the land of seven Kingdoms. Each Kingdom has it's own rules, regulations and so on. Camdiere -as a whole- is lush and vibrant with many different types of terrains to suit all who live there.

Kingdom of Iverien

Kingdom of Iverien by Siryn

Princess Sakura hails from and the Mercenaries employer, the Queen lives.

Iverien

Iverien by Siryn

Princess Sakura hails from and the Mercenaries employer, the Queen lives.

Kingdom of Duun

Kingdom of Duun by Siryn

Kingdom of Duun is a hostile environment, both with it's wildlife and it's people.

Kingdom of Visterie

Kingdom of Visterie by Siryn

Kingdom of Visterie: A lush place of forests and magic.

Kingdom of Sivvrien

Kingdom of Sivvrien by Siryn

Sivvrien is a beautiful Kingdom: open grasslands with strange rocky formations all around.

Kingdom of Truell

Kingdom of Truell by Siryn

Truell: the Kingdom of Ice.

Kingdom of Ollian

Kingdom of Ollian by Siryn

Ollian; a pleasing sight to sore eyes that have been burned by the reflection of sunlight off the snowy cliffs of Truell.

Kingdom of Kieva

Kingdom of Kieva by Siryn

Kieva is another extreme place, the desert.

Camdiere

Camdiere is the land of seven Kingdoms. Each Kingdom has it's own rules, regulations and so on. Camdiere -as a whole- is lush and vibrant with many different types of terrains to suit all who live there.

Kingdom of Iverien

Princess Sakura hails from and the Mercenaries employer, the Queen lives.

Kingdom of Duun

Kingdom of Duun is a hostile environment, both with it's wildlife and it's people.

Kingdom of Ollian

Ollian; a pleasing sight to sore eyes that have been burned by the reflection of sunlight off the snowy cliffs of Truell.

Kingdom of Kieva

Kieva is another extreme place, the desert.

Kingdom of Visterie

Kingdom of Visterie: A lush place of forests and magic.

Iverien

Princess Sakura hails from and the Mercenaries employer, the Queen lives.

Kingdom of Sivvrien

Sivvrien is a beautiful Kingdom: open grasslands with strange rocky formations all around.

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