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 Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 6:12 pm
"I wonder if anyone in the city will know anything." Miriallia murmured, contemplating the idea of leaving Mystocentria, if it were even possible.
Miriallia soon finished eating, and got up to see to the fire again. By that point the water was boiling, and once cooled would be safe enough to drink. She carefully moved the pot into the ground, and tossed some snow on the fire to douse the flame and smoke. Once the water had cooled slightly, she poured it into leather water skins for later. "I think all we have left is to push the shelter over. With the next snow, both it and out tracks will be covered." She said, partially thankful for the climate. When they were being chased it was horrible, as their tracks were a dead giveaway. But they were also quite easily covered if their pursuers were a day or two behind them.
Looking back to Demios, she smiled softly at the man she regarded like a little brother. "Ready to go?"
Cara's eyes narrowed and she tried her best not to have an outburst. Outside, sure. But inside the palace she had to make an attempt at least to contain herself. That man...she couldn't explain why but he just got under her skin. The way he talked, to her it was like conversing with a spoiled child. "Should you wish to come to your senses, there are clothes in the wardrobe. Should you not find anything to your taste, a servant will see you given something more appropriate." Cara told him with a flat tone. She turned from him then, and headed for the door. "Good day Sir." Her farewell was accompanied by a door slamming closed from a gust of wind of her own creation.
Fuming, Cara hovered down the hall in search of her master and her sister. She found them in Ahriman's quarters, where their master seemed to be pouring over his scheduled for the next day and other papers. Mia was sitting at her small desk at the corner of the room, seeming to be reorganizing some of the new notes added to the ledger. Cara's desk sat perpendicular to her sisters against the adjacent wall. She took a seat, and merely looked over at her sister's work. The night shift aloud for much desk work to get done, as there were fall less appointments while the world slept.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 6:22 pm
Wulthgrand having growled at her didn't bother V'i in the least really. She'd been growled at by scarier things than a lousy werewolf when she got into trouble as a young harpy. All that happened was, V'i turning up her nose at the werewolf once more. But regardless of her lack of outward fear, V'i knew that if Wulth got the chance he'd pounce on her and try to kill her. As such, the young harpy swiftly maneuvered her winged form to the opposite side of Wulth from where she had been hovering. Her back was now turned towards the her employer and some of his friends, but she didn't really care too much about their shouting at the moment. The top priority for her was to show Wulth how weak he truly was physically right now.
When he mentioned the preference to being eaten, V'i could not resist the opportunity to make a retort. "Oh really? Well that can be arranged! Would you prefer to be eaten now or later? And please indicate how you would like your meat to be prepared for my enjoyment, because I will happily oblige those requests." Her eyes narrowed in both dangerous interest and the new spark of devilishness. She was being completely serious right now, so Wulth better take her threat seriously. If he didn't... Well, he could probably end up dead.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 10:14 am
Although he was scared of the idea of leaving the only continent he had known as home if Miriallia thought it was best to leave he would go with her. Besides this continent was beginning to seem like less and less of a home to them anyway. He herd Miriallia and began to push the shelter over and hide the traces of them being in the area. When he was done he yawned and looked at her "Yeah lets get moving" He said giving her a weak smile. The idea of moving made him feel better, he always got nervous when they stayed in one place too long. He was careful to walk close to her incase she needed to rest or nearly fell. That and he felt better being close to her, almost protected, but he didn't want to tell her that part.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 12:24 pm
Wulth turned quickly, his eyes keeping up with the movements of the harpy. She seemed keen on not stopping, and Wulthgrand instantly considered... Wait, what was that. Wulth turned his attention down to the itch in his foot, which grew to a great ache as he took notice. The bandaging was bloodied again. 'Frick,' the wound had opened up. The werewolf cursed his misfortune. He was in a worse situation earlier of course, this winged obnoxious little thing was not worse than one of those scorps, that was for sure. Wulth clearly took more support from his good leg and flexed his clawed fingers eagerly, his deadly gaze back on the harpy. She was challenging him to a fight, not like he was gonna back down. The female had by now stretched every inch of his naturally calm demeanor, but being hurt or taken by these merchants may have assisted with that.
Wulth's eyes went to the ceiling, the floor, and then back to V'i. The caravan was small and the thought made Wulth grin wickedly. Oh sure Harpies were terrifying and deadly - in the open sky. They could swoop down on you and carry you off, making it impossible to struggle to free yourself as you would fall. They could come from the clouds all of a sudden and surprise even the most wary traveler. But this one, this one was in an enclosed space and almost within arm reach. There was no space to run to, and Wulth quickly considered that he may take a few hits, but he just had to grab one of those talons and she would never escape his grip - alive at least. 'Claws and teeth, claws and teeth.' He told himself, getting ready. The presence of the elves made little difference when he had to defend his own life.
"You can start by chewing on my backside you petite monstrosity." Wulthgrand growled angrily, quite ready to grab whatever limb of hers got close enough. If only he could get one of those feet in his grip, he would pull her in and chew open the soft upper part of her leg, forcing her to the same disability he was in.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 12:41 pm
Wulth's reply told V'i that he definitely wasn't taking her seriously. A growl escaped her. She would have screamed, but she didn't want to give the werewolf the satisfaction of knowing he had insulted her even more. Instead, she drifted just slightly closer to Wulth, glaring dangerously as if a hawk eying her prey. "Oh!? So you're the masochistic type, hunh?! You want to watch as I eat you alive? That's fine then! Does that mean I can start anywhere below the waistline?" She was of course, referring to Wulth's genitals. The young harpy was about to lunge forward to try to slash off the insolent werewolf's manhood when her employer pushed himself between V'i and Wulth.
"That's enough, you two!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. Even though he was trying to sound authoritative, V'i knew that he was probably hiding the fear behind a well-constructed mask. "V'i! continue scouting ahead of the caravan! And as for you, Werewolf, I suggest you sit yourself back down and rest so someone can re-dress your wounds!"
At this, V'i gave a low growl of frustration. However, her employer's words reminded her that she wasn't her to be picking fights. She was here to scout and that was what she was being paid for. "Fine! I'll go! He wasn't worth my time anyway!" Before V'i left, she peeked her head over her employer's shoulder and sent some spit flying right at Wulth's face. With that, the young harpy landed only briefly on the floor of the wagon to push herself through the doorway. Once outside, V'i immediately took to the sky.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 11:11 am
Animeprincess_9400 Animeprincess_9400 Romhild, for the most part, did not know the names or faces of any important peoples in the land. She knew of certain prominant slave owners, the council seats, and perhaps an influential trader or two - but that was it. She could only hope her mannerisms and speach made her seem more educated and in-the-know than she really was. (At least she was not often put in a situation in which her illiteracy would be made obvious.)
"Very well. If there's any way I can make myself useful, please, let me know." Lord Zerix ((Oh it's perfectly fine. And it doesn't sound weird at all.)) Gareth recognized the look of instant calculation that came into the courtesan's eye; living among prostitutes and exotic dancers let him read human expressions in case of being placed into imminent danger. Perhaps he should have scaled back on all the gifts he had purchased her, as he doubted the dancer was much more than a temporary gift for more sensual delights later on in the trip. But that was a matter for another time, and time was a pressing factor considering they had to grab supplies for the voyage.
His footsteps barely echoed off the firm surface of the rich dark granite underfoot acting as the road, the stream of unlit buildings seeming to blend together into non-distinct shapes and figures that acted to conceal his home. He took a right down a small alleyway as though leading the human maiden into a trap, a trio of sheer black walls the only aspect of their new surroundings. At least so they appeared as he stepped forward and pushed in the middle stone of the northern most wall, causing a large fissure within the hard surface to expose itself to act as a hidden door. "Wait here Aamira." His words were spoken as softly as her own in turn, stepping inside the unlit cavern that was his base of operations. He wasted no time in grabbing a set of large leather satchels that were his primary travel wear, stepping back outside to hang the used sacks off the left flank of his courser. "No we're ready. Come." At his word he turned back to the entrance and pushed in another stone section, causing the doorway to conceal itself once more.
Without explanation he guided the steeds and his lovely companion back towards the marketplace, making sure he made it seem as though the bazaar was their destination before taking a sudden turn to the left aimed towards the back of the inn and the stable where they were to meet Gmurk. "Incidentally, I trust you won't mind a few dances here and there for the rest of the troupe? Morale will be quite low without your charms to soothe them over...And as for myself, I'll request a few private dances."N K Cake Gmurk was standing by the meeting point, gazing to the direction of the markets, while tapping one of his small feet impatiently against the hard ground. Time was pressing on and they needed to be going, but he did not trust his lucky to have run out just yet. He had been quite fortunate with what went on in the tavern and was keen on seeing that not end.
The darkness was like clear day to him and ironically a clear sunny day was quite stressful for his eyes. But he saw them coming the moment they turned into view from behind several buildings. "Alright, they're here, let's go." Gmurk spoke up quickly. The group turned to their horses and mounted, starting to move down the road before even waiting for the duo just now joining them. They all lifted up the hoods of their traveling cloaks, making them appear merely as a bunch of different sized, robed individuals. No reigning attributes, nothing significant. However, glancing back at the dancer, Gmurk had to wonder if she understood the term 'subtlety'. It was time for work, so he was taking the little things far more seriously. There was no time to start educating the lot of course.
The large city gates leading to the long ramp which went up to the surface were gaping open once they arrived. There were several other travelers already making their way up further along, but no evident guard's were stationed. Whoever was leaving for the desert to travel would gladly do so now for the day was no time to be on the sands. The moon was the greatest companion to any traveler in such a hot climate.
Gmurk kept his peepers on the gates and its surroundings, glancing around suspiciously every now and then till they were through. "Speed up." Gmurk let out then, and the animals were slowly made to head onward quicker. They could ride to their heart's content once completely out on the surface. {I'm back, and again, I apologize for my absense.}
"That's what I was asked to come along for, right?" Aamira smiled warmly back at Gareth, the tone of her voice suggesting that she had already assumed that this would be the case. Of course, she said nothing of giving the other men any sort of 'private dance', as she had yet to lay eyes upon them. The unusual elf was hansome and was likely to pamper and pay her well, so she did not mind allowing him a few for the moment being. Having been as successful as she had been, she could afford to be picky about who she did and did not allow to touch her. No doubt her manner of dress and unusually high price would indicate as such to any but the most dim-witted of individuals, she hoped.
Once they'd met up with the others, she kept silent and her gaze held downward. These individuals were dressed so unimaginably drab, so cheap, so uncomfortable looking! Among these people, she almost felt as if she stuck out like a sore thumb. Part of her began to question the wisdom of embarking on such an adventure, especially amongst such..shady looking individuals. However, as things stood, this was likely the only chance she'd ever have to leave Samiel and see the world. She simply had to trust that her employer would keep her safe, and would treat her kindly in their travels to come.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 2:27 pm
That awaited fight was finally, quite sternly, broken up by the elven contractor. Both a relief, due to his wounded state, as well as an annoyance, he was quite used to, and taken to, a bit of a brawl. Her of course getting at the area between his legs was not a pleasant thought. Wulth glared dangerously after the harpy, just barely held back by the elf's words.
That was cut short when the warm liquid struck his face, and with a ferocious growl Wulthgrand leaped across the entire room, running those dangerous claws through the air at whatever point of his victim was closest. The werewolf found himself firmly grappled to the ground by the elf and his bodyguard, they were quite keen on the fight not happening. When the small rumble settled, Wulth found his hands bound together and his wounds tended to once more. He was forced to stay seated at the back of that particular caravan, waiting for the trip to hopefully end soon.
He had not liked this task in the first place, and just look where it had got him so far. Scorpions, elven merchants, mean little harpies, getting hurt, his goods damaged. Utter minotaur crap. Time went on and the caravan was slowing down to a rest after a while.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 3:43 pm
Ahriman did not raise his head from his work when the second servant entered, his magical orbs focused on the many pieces of parchment. He trusted no one to come disturb them, and the only other person allowed direct entrance was the other sister obviously. Ahriman patiently put aside the pieces of paper till all had been gone through and double checked. He would repeat the process before the festival, come morning time.
Ahriman was keen on withdrawing to pray, yet their peace was once more broken by the ringing of the drake-general's song. Had he returned their high countess? Ahriman was swiftly out of his seat, out of the room, and marched briskly out to the castle grounds.
Irilentath was given thanks for returning the lady, and the topic was not raised much further. Ahriman did not want to raise any unnecessary concerns now that it was sorted. The High Countess was given little attention by the Lord before she was hurried off to her room for the night. Ahriman mentioned their eagerness to meet the drake traders the next day before bidding good night to the Dragon.
When the matter was finally sorted, a certain amount of time had certainly passed, and Ahriman retreated to the peacefulness of his Goddess' shrine. With his mask off and with minimal coverage of the rest of his skeletal form, Ahriman rested by the altar. His head was bowed and his hands laid together on the smooth, cool stone.
When the sun was finally beginning to rise, slowly so did Ahriman. In the night he had had minimal conversation with his honest servant about the day and its on goings. Now, it was time for something a lot more busy than just meeting and greeting people.
((Cue time skip ^.^ If no one minds~ I'll post as Gmurk when its not 2 am >.< just about))
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 8:19 pm
With his passenger now gone from his grasp, Iri found himself flying, yet again, out of the city. Night-flying was no real difficult, however he knew it would be a long night. Feeling the weariness in his wings, Iri finally caught up with the tribe. Landing heavily, Iri stretched out his wings in order to relieve some of the post-flight tension. In a few moments, he was approached by a lithe, white drake, silver eyes looking up at Iri with a softness. Atheraltin the White, one of the leaders and founders of the R'aalguthar. "Welcome back." Iri dipped his head and gave the drake a tap with his muzzle. "Good to be here as always, mother. Ahriman will be expecting us by morning. I see we are all set to move?" Though Iri was tired, he knew that the drakes were ready to go. The whole group looked exactly how he'd left it: happy, lively, and ready to move. "Yes, but you look like you need some rest. Here, rest for a while, we can-" Iri shook his head and nuzzled the older female, an old habit from his childhood. "I wish I could, but we need time to set up and prepare. I shall rest when we arrive outside the city. This I promise." That was good enough for Atheraltin. With a chorus of roars, the flight of drakes took off, following Iri's heavy wing beats. With several hours before sunrise, the flight of drakes arrived. And, just as promised, Irilentath the Golden, Fire general of Mystocentria, slept among his kin.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 11:30 pm
The goblin and his accomplices, and their entertainment, traveled through the desert night without rest. Gmurk was quite insistent that they reach their destination as soon as possible, and nobody liked the idea of moving as fast as they did when the sun would be up.
The dusty dunes lacked any particularly significant sights during their entire trip. More and more sands, it was surprising that Gmurk, supposedly, kept them on the right track. Though one of his hired guards was apparently quite good at directing them ahead even under the bleakest of conditions they faced.
Something they had come across though, were the remains of a group of men. Bandits no doubt, for there were signs of fighting surrounding the scene. What made the scene hard to forget once you laid eyes upon it was the fact that any remaining corpses looked like they had been feasted on by a pack of hungry dogs. Any armor or weapons were gone, and there were remnants of magical corrosion in the area. It had to have been a rather big one. Gmurk noted that he may have just found the remains of the group of bandits he had hired to secure the other part of his goods. The thought bothered him for the rest of their trip and he stayed particularly quiet.
The group came to the small outpost town of Shentzthuul noon the next day. They were all directed to an inn straight away, and provided with a good quantity of the water they had left to drink. Gmurk himself did not stay at the inn long. As soon as he had made sure the horses were happy in their temporary stables and the goods secure, he had wandered away from the group, who had been easily distracted by their provisions.
What the Goblin looked for now, was an explanation of what had happened to the other part of the goods he required. It soon became clear that Mr Promeirs had returned to town recently, and through whatever hardship on his own trip had discovered another courier coming to town. That had to be it.
Gmurk found himself quickly in audience with the elven merchants. It was in their financial interest to support Gmurk and his venture, and if they did not think so at first, he quickly changed their minds. When words are not enough, you pile money on, when money is not enough, you pile people on, and when that doesn't work; you pile death threats on. Messiest scenario, however, has to be when someone just won't work with you, and you have to stab them or their compatriots right there and then. Persuasion was an art form, and something the Vul Infusco had mastered personally over the years.
When free of his appointments, Gmurk had returned to the inn, and was sitting at a quiet table with one other member of the party he had traveled there with. They were both drinking, and slowly and silently discussing what was to happen next. They might have to send a word of warning forward to their client about them being this close to the border already. Gmurk was worried about the meeting with the rebels when he did not have enough men to stand up to rabble if they got rowdy, something that seemed likely - especially when it was humans. Those hairless pale folks sure liked causing a scene, for some reason. That was the view of many of his species.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 4:19 pm
Xevrex finally found a town near the border, was this the exchange location? Perhaps perhaps not. Regardless, five cloaked men riding horseback into a city, one carrying a large sword on his back would no doubt create a stir in the city, so it would soon be found out. They made way into the city, taking refuge in one of the pubs there, if only because pubs are stockpiles of information waiting to be taken.
Xevrex though wandered the streets, unsure of what to do.
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