Al Drechar [RP]

Sandro mentioned the roast, and Gnasher was on his feet again in a flash, speed that stood stark contrast to his size. The simple creature was about to start following along when he realized the order he'd been given, pick the bags, and be careful. He'd be carrying the glass again, so he scooped up the satchels with minimal effort, and slowly set them on his shoulders before he moved to follow.


The walk back into town was relatively short, but was still plenty of time to let Gnasher's mind wander, watching a butterfly flutter by with such intensity one might think it would burst into flames and disappear, but it didn't. The pretty colours and gentle motion was just another little thing that grabbed hold of his already limited attention.
 
Stopping and standing in front of a grimy shop window, hand folded behind her back, wings tucked neatly away per normal, Avetic was simply waiting. She knew better than try and steal without a direct order, just like she knew Uldry could easily hand her her rump in a bow-tied box. Her eyes narrowed at the thought of that wretch of a creature having power over her, and yet she didn't really mind, he was...well, not kind per say, as she never got along with him, but, he was decent. Or useful. Either or, didn't matter.


Setting a hand over her mouth, she yawned, eyes still focused on the window. Inside, was a toy shop of sorts, and the things that lined the shelves seemed to keep the angel entertained for the most part. Today, there happened to be a weird wooden catapult in the window and a kid had been launching off pebbles with it. As someone bumped into her, Avetic's eyes narrowed and she quickly patted herself down to make sure nothing had been nicked off her. Satisfied, she took up a standing place of lurking against a wall, simply leaning against it, arms folded and head down, eyes watching feet as people walked by for a change of entertainment.
 
Jeeza nodded at the leader's suggestion to go back to the inn


"i wish i could go with you leader, but i fear the presence of an armoured Sergal would only serve to attract attention, not divert it, i'll meet you back at the inn"


she began trekking back to the inn, her strides were wide, covering distance fast, she put an arm around the giant monster Gnasher, grinning, she liked gnasher, he was simple, strong but above others, he was honourable... inteligence wasn't needed for honour.


she turned her head to Sandro


"otherworld one, i have a question... whats it like, being among the walking dead? i believe humans call you a "lich" is that right?"
 
Jameson, for the past few minutes, just sits back and let's Uldyr do the work and lectures. He grew a little annoyed at Jeeza's uncooperation, but let's of a small smile after she apologizes to Uldyr. He then sits on the bench and ponders about the book, halfway listening to what Sandro and Uldyr said. He jumps a little when Uldyr grabs the back of his neck. He simply looks over at him and smiles, and continuously ponders. "Ghilards... Where have I heard that from before..." He mutters to his self. The situation kills him, but he tries to keep that hidden. He leans over and twiddles his thumbs just as he hears Uldyr telling them to meet at the Rugged Gentleman's Inn. He almosy instantly springs up and follows the group. He currently is not talking not because he's mad or sad, but because he is thinking. He lets out a small groan as they make their way to the Inn.
 
Sandro nodded in response to Jeeza. "That is correct,Colonel. A mage that has attained an immortality of sorts by binding their soul to an external undying object. Being undead is a hassle,since there are countess orders who exist to hunt down the living dead,and all others simply revile them. I've learned early on to conceal this fact by embalming myself daily." He looked at one of his hands. He noticed a small flake beginning to form. By morning,it would be beginning to peel to the bone.


"However,being undead has it's perks. I don't need to eat,drink,or breathe. I can never die of natural causes. So,as long as I keep myself from being run through by some grievously misinformed warrior,I'll live to the end of time,learning all there is to learn." He approached a butcher's cart,and bought the largest pork roast,and handed it to Gnasher. "As promised." He turned to Jeeza "What about you? Your kind are in a similar situation,in societies like this,true? But,more importantly..." He began to set off towards the confectionery. "I heard you bemoaning the fact some hoodlums stole your sweets. Allow me to correct that,hmm?"
 
Walking in a steady stride over the dirty, selfmade, sandroad leading to a shack barely larger than an "outhouse" (Toilet-shack), Uldyr closed his eyes while walking for a brief moment and breathed in and out deeply, as if he was puring himself of any feeling that could get in the way of properly manipulating the poor sod. Such as looks of disgust, pity, a barely noticeable mocking smile. Uldyr prepared himself mentally for this encounter, envisioning Friedlich before seeing him so that he wouldn't have to hurl the moment he had to lay eyes on him. He also quickly went over possible scenarios of how Friedlich would barter aswell as blitzing a tactic to make sure he'll spill every last word of truth, willing or otherwise.


It wasn't only Jeeza who had seen enough of this pathetic town, it was one of those cities who could barely pass for one. It was more like a hide-out for society's unwanted, even the freaking mayor looked like a thug who had been gotten rid off by sending him to this city where he would surely lose his life in due time. Whether it'd be by the enemy forces or criminals, didn't matter.


Knocking slowly and deliberately calmly as to not seem pressured or in desperate need of something, so he wouldn't give the gruesome but cunning Friedlich any leverage. Uldyr could hear something creak from inside, the 'lepper' probably got off from a thrown away piece of furniture he scavenged somewhere. After a few seconds of waiting, Friedlich stepped out, with a pace that indicated he was in deep pain and could barely walk.


" Afternoon, Friedlich. How're you feeling? " Uldyr asked, not *too* overly friendly but just sensitive enough.


' Agh, Uldyr, day after day my body grows weary of living. It's as if it tries to force me into commiting suicide by deliberately causing me all sorts of pain. Not to mention that freaking curse that took away all chance of living a normal life. '


" Try to hang in there man, sorry I can't do anything for you. Although, I might be able to help financially, atleast somewhat "


' That so? And what is the counter-gesture that will surely be required of this poor old man? '


" Coin for information, don't pretend you don't know...Friedlich, I feel sorry for your pain and cursed life, old man...But don't play games. "


' 1 bronze Clent up front, for...having an audience with me, if you will ... Then ask me what it is you want to know and I'll see if I can help you. '





Friedlich seemed to be desperate for coin, he didn't even haggle for more than the minimum...There's a reason for that...He probably knows that Alistair is quickly taking the spotlight of 'Information Point' and he is forced to lower his prices to at least be left with *something*. Society was cruel for the weak, as stated before.


" Here. What do you know about that rumor that's been going around about someone requiring an escort-party to the nearest settlement? I'm hearing these rumors for days now, yet I haven't seen any indication that it is true...So..?! "





Uldyr's eyes must have spoken of his inner lack of control because as he spoke, he could feel his blood boil and restlessness grow.


' Damn, should've emptied that flask of blood the moment Sandro gave it. Gotta hurry back to the inn. ' Uldyr thought to himself as his two sharp fangs started to grow in his mouth and he realized his mind was wavering between hearing Friedlich out and taking his life. In a last attempt to save his composure aswell as the old lepper, Uldyr said.


" Hurry, Friedlich. I need to feed, fast. "


Friedlich knew what Uldyr was saying and 'what' Uldyr was...It was no time for games.


" All I know is that apparently the rumors are true, there is a man who arrived in the city around 10 days ago and stays at the mayor's mansion up 'till now. I heard ... Or I was forced to hear ... from Alistair, that he knew the details of what was going on. "


Uldyr growled at the arrogance and impudence of Friedlich, he had known that was what Uldyr came for and that he had nothing to offer but to send him to another person which he'd have to pay aswell, for the actual information.


" You tricked me, lepper. " Uldyr's nails were pitchblack and arced over the tips of his fingers while noticeably growing longer and longer.


' No, no ... Don't! '


It was too late, Uldyr had lashed out in his bloodlust and ripped out the sick elder's throat with his claw. The man fell to the ground, without a sound but with eyes as wide as they could be. The terror of his last moments were imprinted on his cold, cursed face.





' Ghahhaha, this felt good. Should've toyed with him for a while. Ah well, time to feed on that shitty blood in a flask...Probably from some animal. If only Ja---- '


That's when his thoughts became calm and controlled once again, Uldyr hadn't fed yet but the thought that ran through his frenzied mind was enough to shake him back to his other self. His fangs retracted and so did his claws, his lefthand was bathed in deepred blood though. He stopped behind one of the cottages near the main road and used a shrubbery to clear most of the blood off before heading to the inn.


He wasn't going to lie to the Fang about what happened, but he could live without dealing with guards and all that.


After a while he saw the cross-board of the Rugged Gentleman hanging over the street and entrance of the building. Entering the relatively decent inn, he seated himself at the table where the Fang were.


He spoke rather quietly since nobody besides Fangmembers needed to know:





" Friedlich is dead, but I know who to go too for the escorting-mission now. Alistair. " Before anyone had to ask if Uldyr killed Friedlich, he raised his lefthand slightly, dried smears of blood were clearly visible against his ashgray skin.


 
Ol' Elg (Nicknamed Elg) stopped in front of Avetic - Although she knew who was standing in front of her, she looked up and glared into his eyes - He began to greet her but she looked down at the ground again. He bent down and pulled a steel dagger from his boot - it was an expensive dagger as it had enchanted fragments for lightweight and sharpness, Elg held the dagger out showed the angel his blade, it had become dull, he pointed out.





"I was throwing some knives and noticed that my best blade was dull, I pondered about why and remembered our meeting many years ago..."





He looked over to his right slightly in a bit of uncomfort.


I never really used this blade since but something made me want to - and that's why I remembered when I attacked you.. I must have broken the fragments when I fell after you.. well, when I was overcome ... Anyways, I just wanted to talk... "





He scratches his arm and his eyes turn right at a man staring directly at the two - a dwarf, he carries a large battle axe and has a long beard, he appears to be watching in disgust.


Elg spits on the ground in seeming disgust, he keeps his eyes on the dwarf as he wipes his nose noticeably - symbolizing disgust back towards him.


" This won't take long... "


He half-unsheathes his dagger (on his right) and turns his body to face the dwarf, he takes two steps - leaving about 10 steps between them - and then spreads his legs out slightly and positions his body to throw a dagger.


 
The biggest roast was the reward for Gnasher, and as his one sign of appreciation for such a gift, he consumed it, though consume was a little gentle a word for how quickly the haunch disappeared down the giant's gullet.


"Mmmmmm..." he vocalized, rubbing slow circles on his stomach, as if it would make the food taste even better, though he'd already swallowed it.


The little conversation held little meaning to Gnasher, so he placed his attention elsewhere, watching people running about, all with their own little lives ahead of them, though it meant little more to him than passing sights and sounds.
 
Avetic didn't seem to make a notice towards the man, but when he chose to pick a fight, while addressing her, she straightened up off the wall. She looked at the drawf, shook her head as if ashamed of the man, before turning and walking at a slower pace than she normally would have. Casting an off hand glance over her shoulder, she said simply, "Money's on the dwarf."
 
From inside the bar came the sound of a long, low belch, followed by cheers and a thud. "An' THAT is how it's done!" cried a powerful voice, followed by a bout of laughter. "Now, I've work ta' do. Clean up this poor sod an' remind him how much more'e owes me!" The double doors burst open and a giant of a man stepped out of them, ducking slightly under the frame. He smelled strong of alcohol, but still looked frightfully composed as he counted his 'winnings'.


Just as he started to wonder where the rest of the Fang had gone off to, three men burst through the door and rushed toward him, rage filling their faces. One had a large bottle that had been broken and began swinging it 'round as he spoke. "We want our friend's money back!" the obviously drunk 'leader' of the group shouted. "It's alla' con! You're some kind of beast! Bulls#!t, it what it is!" Ahmael's eyes settled on the bottle, following it as the man spoke. Finally, he grinned, eyes going into slits. "Well, if ya' wanna' take yer' chance on gettin' it back... be my guests. Dun' get pissy with me if ya' get hurt, though."


The giant's words only served to fuel the fire and with no warning, the group rushed Ahmael. Slowly, and still grinning, he fought them off, laughing. "Dun' even think ya've got me outnumbered! Ya' really think--" he began, stopping as the bottle lashed across his cheek, causing his grin to vanish and a look of fury to replace it.


Giving a roar, Ahmael picked up the first man and heaved him forward, smashing him into the wall with a crunch. Turning, he glared back toward the others. "Who wants a second go, eh?" he growled, baring too-sharp looking teeth.
 
Elg ignores the remark from Avetic and unsheathes a dagger - he throws it as nearby thugs lean against buildings and watch - suddenly conscious of the battle among them. The dagger deflects off of the battlehammer. Elg takes the knife that he was showing Avetic and switches it over to his right hand and throws it, striking the dwarf in the chest - just right of his heart. The short dwarf smirks and takes 3 slow steps, he does a sudden charge but Elg easily dodges it and pushes the dwarf onto the ground.


"Avetic! ...You owe me some money."


Elg lifts up his hands as dark magic forms in 2 purplish-black spheres. Elg smirks before pushing the dark magic against the dwarf, the dwarf is pressured against the ground but barely shrieks from the weak blast.


"What..? Bah!"


Frustrated by the failure of his dark magic he takes a dagger sheathed across his chest stabs into the back of his victim's neck and grabs an amulet to which the dwarf had been wearing.


5 Balaia guardsmen approach the dark elf slowly.


Elg quickly escapes the scene by running into a crowd.. He knows they will not follow him through.


Elg runs about the town looking for the other fang members - particularly Uldyr and Jameson.
 
Jameson pauses and looks at Uldyr's hand, and is able to make out the obvious blood spots. He let's out a sigh and begins to talk. "Well that's not good, but what's important is that we know who can tell us about the escort job. Besides, the old bastard was misrible anyways, i'm sure you just ended his suffering." He says all of that while keeping a calm and relaxed composure. "Now about Alistair-" He begins as he hears the loud roar from outside the Inn followed by a loud bang. He immediently jumps up and looks at the door to the Inn, then back at the group.
 
The smells of battle awoke something inside Gnasher, finding him on his feet before the others quite heard it yet.


"Ammm!" the demon bellowed, blasting through the too-small doorway instead of squeezing through, the fellow barbarian was facing off against two other men, both armed, and before even one of his slow, simple thoughts came around, Gnasher was atop them, pounding one flat beneath the palm of his titanic hand, bellowing wordlessly with such force it would have knocked the air from his lungs, had his palm not done it already. A sidelong look at the other man, and a backhanded barrel sent quite a bit of splintering wood in his direction. The yell continued, impossibly long as Gnasher lifted the man from the ground as if he were a toy, about to crush the life from him...
 
Jeeza thought for a minute, considering what the old lich said about the Sergal being in similar situations as him.


"hmm... i wouldn't say that... i mean no offence, but humans would consider you a "monster" while i am simply alien to them, they know what you are but not what i am, so i am more of a curiosity... of course my apperance does intimidate many humans i come across"


when he mentioned the thugs taking her sweets, she gritted her teeth.. she only had a small free sample of those popping candies and she looked forward to savouring the ones she bought with the change she had left over from the blacksmith repairing her armour and re-sharpening her blade.


"no need, i have repaid their theft with pain, if i were to hunt them down now after repaying their debt with their tears and blood, then i would be in the wrong..."


Sergal honour was a strange concept, but it tended to keep Jeeza from throwing the first punch unless ordered to.
 
Tossing a hand over her shoulder as she was told she owed him money, she kept walking. She owed a lot of people, a lot of money, didn't mean she was one to pay it back, particularly to sniveling things like him who couldn't keep from starting a fight in broad day light.


Moving softly, she headed for the inn. Reaching nearer it, the sound of a familiar noise brought her head up and she moved faster. Ducking through an ally, she saw it getting closer, and the familiar noise being none other than Gnasher, destroying a pair of what Avetic could assume were drunks.
 
Ahmael was about to charge into the other two men when Gnasher came dashing in out of nowhere, crushing the first man and sending wood shooting toward the other. The yelling speared through the Lycanthrope's sensitive hearing and he gripped his head, looking toward the demon just as he was about to crunch the first man's entire form. "Gnasher!" he shouted. "Stop yer' yellin' and drop'm. Dun' want too much trouble followin' us around, yea'?" he said, patting the other's arm.


The other man stood, shouting and ran toward the two. Ahmael simply stepped forward and whipped his head toward the other, headbutting him right off of his feet and knocking him flat out. "There we go... now he's sleepin'," the barbarian said with a laugh, turning to make sure Gnasher hadn't killed the guy he held.
 
At Ahmael's order, Gnasher paused a moment, and the mask of aggression fell away as he dropped the man to the ground with nothing more than some cracked ribs and maybe a dislocated shoulder.


"Ahmm?" he asked, trying to form a full question and failing horribly, just gesturing toward the man with his nose. The brute had come to help, and nothing had gotten in his way, the bartender already coming outside about doorway damages and a demolished table. The mountainous demon payed it no heed though, he'd done what he though was right, and he plopped down right there to await everyone else's arrival outside.


Gnasher had only been worried about Ahmael the entire time, as he was about any of the members of the fang when they were in trouble.
 
Ahmael breathed a sigh of relief. If it were up to him, he would've just let the demon crush the man to dust... but he knew just how quick that would cause trouble. He'd seen numerous guards posted around and assumed they'd be all over a murder in the middle of the street.


As the bartender yelled about this and that, Ahmael simply shook his head and walked over. "Listen... these lot thought they could beat some money outta' me, and 'yer tryin' to get me to pay for the door an' table? How's about you ask them when they get up'n around?" he said bluntly, glaring at the portly barkeep. The man mumbled an apology, then went back inside, leaving them.


Grinning again, Ahmael turned back to Gnasher and patted the other on the back in a friendly manner. "Hey, thanks 'fer the help, big guy. Glad ya' showed up when ya' did... but I coulda' took 'em," he joked, tipping the demon a wink. "Oh, an take it easy on the yellin'... my poor ears can't take it."


Snickering, the large man put a hand to his cheek, scowling at how much blood was on it when he drew it back. "Can't believe the bastard actually caught me with that..." he mumbled, thinking aloud as he held a black handkerchief up to the wound. "Oh, where'd the other Fangs happen off to anyway?" he asked the demon.
 
Gnasher replied in silence, with just a point in the doorway, they were still inside, but probably had thought little of the fight.


The giant smiled dumbly as he realized he was already being quieter, just like Ahmael had asked. The man Gnasher had almost killed was coming to, and the demon started to poke him as he was roused, rolling him back and forth a little.


"Eee..." he beamed, his broad, sharp teeth inches away from the poor fellows face, and he screamed before he could be silenced. Poor befuddled Gnasher couldn't find a way to keep the man quiet without hurting him, so he put on finger on the top of his head, and pressed his face back into the dirt, waiting for him to quiet on his own.
 
Avetic watched Gnasher silently, before sighing and shaking her head. Pulling away from the shadows of the alley, she folded her arms behind her back like a military general and coughed once. Approaching, she shook her head, "Love....you really mustn't let the man suffocate...."
 
When the angel stepped out of the dark alleyway, Gnasher looked up with a look of confusion on his face, and when she told him to stop smothering the drunk, his expression grew even more confused. A few moments, and he lifted his hand, the man kept screaming, but still just laid there. Now he had no idea what to do, loud noise, and don't hurt this man? How would he ever manage to do that?
 
Avetic shook her head, looking at Gnasher before smiling softly. Looking at the man, she raised an eyebrow before looking around, eyes settling on the perfect thing. Looking at the drunk man again, the frown deepened, before she chuckled darkly. "Love, do you think you could put him in that hay cart? It should keep him quite enough..."
 
"Ooooh?" Gnasher asked, pointing toward the hay cart in question, grabbing the drunk over the head and shoulders in one gargantuan paw, tossing him like a ragdoll into the soft hay.


The man's scream changed from one of terror to one of pain. Not long after, the giant turned almost expectantly back to Avetic, a question still on his features.
 
Sighing softly, Avetic watched him, noting with a wince the way the man was thrown. As the screaming continued, sounding a bit more tortured, she simply passed Gnasher and gave the horse attached the cart a nice whack and sent it running down the street, taking the screaming man with it. She didn't really care what happened to the man, and his noise meant he wasn't dead, so someone else could deal with him,


Looking back at Gnasher, the angel smiled, folding it's arms once more behind it's back and nodding in approval. "Well handled, Love, thank you."
 
A dumb smile spread across Gnasher's face, he had no idea how much suffering the other man was in, or what may be wrong.


As the horse ran off with the cart, the simple demon waved slowly, the smile still staying.
 
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