Setting
You have entered one of the many floors of Gambit's Hotel, the area above Gambit's Bar that houses hundreds of private residences.
Gambit's Hotel, 8th Floor
You have entered one of the many floors of Gambit's Hotel, the area above Gambit's Bar that houses hundreds of private residences.
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The Gambit Building.
22 Characters Here
Alexia Lemar [34]
William Scarsdale [31] A mercenary commander without a vessel, stranded on the surface of Terra with a bounty looming over his head.
Neirin Alduino [8]
Zeoria [6] A
Tilda [5]
Leroy Goodwill [4] A peace loving paladin and hammer lover. Worships the goddess of peace and hammers.
Mathys Arcuri [3] "I've done a lot in my life, made a lot of mistakes, hurt a few people, helped others. There is one thing I have done that I do not regret."
Oxin [1] "Cool..."
cory [1] is a shapeshifter tht loves to fight
Calamity [1] Parasite
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There was a knock-knock knocking on her chamber door, followed by a jangle of keys as Balthazar entered the room. Clutched in his hand was the root of a plant. "Good news," he said simply, already heading for his bedroom. He knew she was there. "I have what you need. Also, its quite a cute story to go with it."
As soon as she heard the door opening, Mylor was quick to remove any signs of weakness from her expression. She stood up and grabbed up the bandages that had been removed before tossing them into the rubbish. Mylor used the wet cloth stained pink and pressed it up against her neck, while her burned arm quivered.
“You have the ghost root,” Mylor stated in what could almost be noted as relief. She could not use it yet but when the burn healed, there would be no scarring. “Did you acquire it yourself,” the woman asked while continuing to tend to her wound.
“You have the ghost root,” Mylor stated in what could almost be noted as relief. She could not use it yet but when the burn healed, there would be no scarring. “Did you acquire it yourself,” the woman asked while continuing to tend to her wound.
"No, actually. I told Tycho of your plight, what with his spirits closeness to the realm of the dead, and he was very hasty to retrieve the ghost root for me. He practically volunteered." He rested the root down on the bedside table and stepped away, seating himself opposite the bed. "Curious, no?"
“Tycho,” Mylor asked before she fell into silence. Perhaps he cared more for their alliance than she first thought if he had been so ‘hasty’. “Not so curious, he and I have an arrangement with each other. We work together when it is necessary,” Mylor stated while folding her hands into her lap. Her brow knitted together and it may have been clear to Balthazar that Mylor was confused and surprised at the revelation.
"Ah, I was wondering why he had been so enthused to help." He brushed it off, or at least appeared to. "I hope your stay has been comfortable. I also brought some food if you're hungry. Vegetables. The sort. And I ran into the priest earlier. He said to warn you."
“Warn me,” Mylor repeated, “Warn me of what precisely. I fear nothing no one can do to me even in this state.” Her voice was like venom dripping from her teeth. Mylor had gone from pliant in personality to hard as cold steel. And it was all at the mention of the magic user.
“You should not rely on mages even if they disguise themselves as priest or holymen,” Mylor warned Balthazar.
“You should not rely on mages even if they disguise themselves as priest or holymen,” Mylor warned Balthazar.
Balthazar raised his head, as if to question her. Then he laughed. "Rely and use seem interchangable here. I care nothing for his god, so long as he serves well. And as his last performance saw you badly injured, you will not have to see him again." He paused, resting his hands on his knees. "Nor will I ask you to tackle any more spirits. You have done more than enough."
“If you think I will sit idly by and just wait for another to open the vault, you are severely mistaken,” Mylor stated, ignoring further talk about the priest and her injury. Both were not subjects she was keen on discussing at the moment. He had marked her, and Mylor going to mark him back. But there were other things at the top of her list to be completed.
“I will kill the other spirits and with my own help, if it pleases you,” Mylor said, her voice dropping into sarcasm. “Allow me to take Tycho with me when the next opportunity to strike arises.”
“I will kill the other spirits and with my own help, if it pleases you,” Mylor said, her voice dropping into sarcasm. “Allow me to take Tycho with me when the next opportunity to strike arises.”
"Such fervour," Balthazar answered with a hint of admiration in his voice, "You will have what you will before long. But give me one chance to win Lerot over first. I want to see if we can get him to slay a spirit. Possibly one of those who have passed mostly under the radar."
A pause. He was contemplating something.
A pause. He was contemplating something.
Mylor needed no pause.
“Allow me to kill Lerot and take his sword,” Mylor said, “And then you will have one of the seven for yourself.” She cared nothing for the power the swords held. Mylor’s agenda laid elsewhere. Balthazar could have all the swords for all the woman was concerned.
“Allow me to kill Lerot and take his sword,” Mylor said, “And then you will have one of the seven for yourself.” She cared nothing for the power the swords held. Mylor’s agenda laid elsewhere. Balthazar could have all the swords for all the woman was concerned.
Mylor gave no response to Balthazar’s denial of her suggestion. In time, the mage would die with or without his approval. It was already set into stone in Mylor’s perspective.
“You send a mage to do my work,” she said rising from the bed in her anger. “It is not his destiny to kill the spirits. It is mine!”
“You send a mage to do my work,” she said rising from the bed in her anger. “It is not his destiny to kill the spirits. It is mine!”
“I pray to whatever gods you bend a knee before that you are not going to allow Lerot to slay a spirit. He will fail. I will only be broken for a time …” Mylor said in a more quiet tone. “Once I visit a healer and make the ghost root salve, my arm will be as it was before,” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
“We do not need anyone else traipsing about and killing the other spirits. I do well enough on my own and I have always come out successful. That priest,” Mylor yelled again while pointing toward the door as if he stood on the other side, “stole what was mine right out from underneath my foot. I was to kill Sha’arish but he took it from me, like plucking a babe from a mother’s breast.”
“We do not need anyone else traipsing about and killing the other spirits. I do well enough on my own and I have always come out successful. That priest,” Mylor yelled again while pointing toward the door as if he stood on the other side, “stole what was mine right out from underneath my foot. I was to kill Sha’arish but he took it from me, like plucking a babe from a mother’s breast.”
"I would rather give you a stab at the zealous priest than at a man who has use. But as I said, the priest will not be in your way from now on."
"Who did you hear this destiny from?"
"Who did you hear this destiny from?"
“I did not hear it from anyone at all,” Mylor said, growing more furious as the seconds ticked by. The woman walked to where her sword lay and snatched it up into her hand by the sheath.
“I need no man to tell me what my purpose is in this world. I create it myself.”
“I need no man to tell me what my purpose is in this world. I create it myself.”
"A curious thing," he answered, "But admirable all the same. I will leave you to your business with the ghost root, and go about mine or acquiring the staff. Or at least... Putting the pieces of the puzzle in the places."
“Then leave,” was the only response Mylor had for Balthazar and she stood there, watching him with those all-too-keen eyes. “And if I have another dream about the spirits meeting because one of them had been slain and not by my hand, it will be your head that I come for next. My allegiance will only stay as long as your purposes serve mine. Be warned,” the woman said in a cool tone, far too cool.
Balthazar raised his hand. "Consider me warned. Watch out for that priest, though. He wanted to warn you of his cult. That his god had taken interest in you. Zealots tend to be unpredictable, and you often need a firm hand to put them in line."
“Gods are a fool’s dreams and I do not fear the priest,” Mylor stated before walking across the room to stare down at the root. Her fingers brushed against it and once more Mylor’s expression became unreadable and strange. She fell quiet awaiting Balthazar’s leave from his own room.
Balthazar left. No reason to remain. But oh she was going to be in for an unpleasant surprise sometime soon.
Mikuno looked below them as Ipecac climbed up and up. "Wow...I have never been this high!" she exclaimed as she held onto Ipecac gently. "I know I wouldn't be able to climb this high...well without ropes and climbing gear." she told him with a wide smile.
He wiggled his fingers. "I got little gecko hairs on my pawpads, y'know? Like Spiderman, y'still got a good grip? Aha! That looks like an open window!"
He moved a few windows over to find the one open just a crack before reaching under and prying it open. He slithered in with her. The room was average, and steam wafted from the bathroom door, the room's owner was in the shower and singing, badly.
Ipecac grinned. "Well welly well, since i'm already on the naughty list~" Insatiable still, he crept to the bathroom door and pushed it open-
He moved a few windows over to find the one open just a crack before reaching under and prying it open. He slithered in with her. The room was average, and steam wafted from the bathroom door, the room's owner was in the shower and singing, badly.
Ipecac grinned. "Well welly well, since i'm already on the naughty list~" Insatiable still, he crept to the bathroom door and pushed it open-
Mikuno Adams blinked as she heard the shower running and the singing as she leaned against the wall. "I don't think you should eat that guy...or actually please don't eat her." she said. She knew who it was actually...
The person turned off the shower a towel around them as a green haired girl came out of the shower to see the creature her eyes widening as she screamed. She looked like a tomboy nerd. "Who are you and what are you doing in my room?!"
The person turned off the shower a towel around them as a green haired girl came out of the shower to see the creature her eyes widening as she screamed. She looked like a tomboy nerd. "Who are you and what are you doing in my room?!"
"Don't eat?" The command seemed to be beyond Ipecac but he obeyed, bunching his fat self up and scrutinizing the green-haired girl. Not bad not bad, it could be worse. He smiled all his sharp teeth at the wet girl and lifted a hand to wave sheepishly at her. "Oh hello...we're borrowing your room for a bit so's I can lay down and properly digest my dindin. Do you mind?"