Al Drechar [RP]

Ahmael finished wiping up his bloodied cheek and pocketed the handkerchief, going up next to the demon and patting his back. "Yea', well handled is right. An' a hello to ya' as well, Avetic. Come ta' watch a fight or are ya' looking fer' the rest've us too?" he questioned, giving a light smirk and looking past where the man and cart had gone. "Guess tha' saves the trouble of me havin' to buy'm off er' somethin'. Thanks, Gnasher," he said with another warm smile, looking toward the Inn.


Taking a wooden case from his pocket, he produced a hand rolled cigarette and struck a match to light it. The smoke was thick and smelled of old, strong tobacco, but the thing burned slow. He figured he'd give it a minute or two before he joined the others and try to get a bit of the alcohol smell from his breath. "Over at the Inn already, eh?" he asked in the general direction of the two others. "Wonder if Uldyr has anythin' yet ta' talk about. Thought I'd smelled him around 'ere, but couldn't tell from inside there..." he murmured, nodding in the direction of the bar.
 
The commotion going on outside was of little important at the time, Uldyr needed too feed and he needed it fast. He could smell the delicious scent of blood coming from a source very nearby. It definitely wasn't the rotten blood of the lepper, but it had a fragrance of a being having lived a decent and peaceful life, pure blood. Uldyr looked around with bloodshot eyes and noticed the satchel near Jameson, he took hold of it and opened it to reveal a 75cl flask filled nearly to the brim with gorgeous blood, ready to be devoured by Uldyr. Without wasting another moment he started to drink it until it was completely empty, 75cl was pretty much the amount Uldyr needed to drain of a victim, or drink from a flask, in order to function for another week.


After having finished the flask and completely back to his normal senses, Uldyr asked of Jameson:


" I'll take care of Alistair, get the Fang together in here and make sure they don't caue too much hassle since we'll probably have to leave on the escorting-order soon. "


With that said, he left outside the cozy inn with a broken door now, due to Gnasher's rampaging coming-to-aide of Ahmael, who probably didn't even need it at the time. Uldyr couldn't help but to smile slightly at the good bond between most of the Fang, occasional drama aside..It was a great gang. Stepping outside, back into the sunlight eventhough it had almost set by now, he squinted his eyes lightly and walked over to Ahmael and the others.


" Ahmael, could you come with me? I might need help if things go awry, I need to contact an unknown mage, being well-prepared is always a must anyway. " Uldyr asked of Ahmael, knowing he would provide more than sufficient backup if the deal went sour.
 
Through the thick smoke and the dull glow of the almost-gone sun, Ahmael noticed a figure make his way through the broken door and toward their little 'gathering' outside. The large man gave a smile, seeing who it was and approaching to meet him. At the other man's words, Ahmael gave a simple nod, giving the man a pat on the shoulder. "A'course I can, Uldyr. Izzit' wrong fer' me ta' hope that they do?" he asked, giving a joking grin, though he was not only kidding around. If things went ill, there would be a fight - one that the large man hoped he could take with more seriousness than the one moments ago.


Dropping his cigarette on the ground, he snuffed it with his boot and began to walk away from the others, giving a half-salute, then gesturing toward Uldyr. Once the two were a bit further from the others, Ahmael spoke again, quietly. "Now don' take offence ta' this, but somethin' about ya' don't smell right. Is there somethin' about this whole deal tha' has ya' bothered?" he questioned, hoping not to pry. He smirked. "'Course, it could be my nose's off and'm still smellin' all them chemicals on Gnasher. Think those damn things get in my 'ead from time ta' time."
 
Garnej finally finishes his patrol around the city. He daily patrols the city of his own volition, both to keep in shape and to keep tabs on what goes on throughout the city. A lesson from his elders from the monastery was to always know your surroundings. He took such lessons seriously, and never took the easy way out. Another lesson was to have a regimented style of life, and so he returned to the inn to see if their was any jobs for him to do for the Fang. If not, he would return to his routine of 2 hours of meditating, followed by training. He walks into the inn, and nods to his fellow members of the Fang. Although he was fairly new, he felt like he had known everyone for a long time.
 
Uldyr and Ahmael made their way through the streets and alleyways running rampant throughout the town, in a seemingly nonexistant pattern. Uldyr had to think about what Ahmael asked for a moment, before he could reply without sound paranoide for no reason, all-in-all it came down to his gut and instinct nonetheless.


" You and I are both creatures of the night, my friend. We both know that there is much that can't be seen with the naked eye, this is one of such occasions. There is much more going on besides what I know so far, and it worries me. I wouldn't care less if I would put myself in danger through my own fault, but I'll be damned if I let the Fang get hurt by incompetence, stupidity, naivety or otherwise being unprepared for what is to come. So I'm planning on draining that Alistair dry of any and all information he may possess. By any means necessary. "


" We're not going to play the game delicately this time, feel free to intimidate and force Alistair any way you want. If you wish to feed, do so only after we have claimed a satisfactory amount of intel. "


It didn't take them long to reach the decadently decorated gates of Alistair's mansion, dividing his flowerbeds and neatly trimmed lawn from the common folk. 2 guards were stationed at the gates to keep all beggars and lowlives away. As Uldyr and Ahmael approached them, the guards picked up their arms as if they expected trouble coming their way.


Uldyr whispered to Ahmael: " Not yet. Take care of those lapdogs once we're inside the mansion. Quietly. "





Uldyr: " We're here to see Mr. Alistair, he knows what it is about. "


Guard: " I don't think so, move along. "


Uldyr: " It involves a rather sizeable donation from our end, to him aswell as to both of you...If you would be so kind as to let us in. "


The guards looked at the bulging pouch on Uldyr's belt and then at eachother before opening the gate and leading them inside the mansion, closing the door behind them and calling for Alistair. Uldyr looked at Ahmael and nodded slightly, as a sign that the moment is ripe for the silent disposal of the lapdogs.
 
Ahmael walked in long strides alongside the other, fellow Fang and friend, eyes shifting here and there as he studied the streets and alleyways they passed, occasionally smelling the air for sign of any threat or change. At Uldyr's words, he stopped, giving full attention to the other. The giant of a man nodded, speaking as well, his voice low.


"Of tha' night we are, friend. Whatever else is goin' on, we'll find a way ta' take care've it as always. Ya' shouldn't worry about lettin' the Fang get hurt. I know fer' a fact that ya'd do anythin' for any'n all've us. If somethin' were to happen, any of us would take it in stride an' place no blame ta' you, Uldyr."


The large man spoke truthfully, of course. In all his time, being in the Fang had been the best. He had felt like part of a clan... part of a family. It was a strange set of thoughts, ones that he pushed away to speak once more as the other was finished with his words.


"Not playin' delicately's my specialty, mate," he said with a devious and bestial grin. "I might just do that... an' I'll make sure we've got everythin' from 'im before hand, ya' have my word."


Continuing on in silence, Ahmael's eyes wandered again, taking in every bit of their surroundings. It was something he had done since he was young. If things went wrong, he would know each and every way to get out or lure the enemy to their death. As they approached the guards, the large man tried to act as nonchalant as possible, thought they still moved as if expecting attack. At the low whisper from his companion, he simply gave a look and faint nod, staying silent as Uldyr spoke, then following him through the gate.


At the nod, Ahmael waited until the guards turned, coming up behind them silently and pulling them backwards, his large arms covering their muffled cries. With a jerk of his large form, he broke both of their necks, then slid them to the ground, moving to pick them up and hide the bodies in a small nook of crates near the gate.


"All taken care of..." he whispered, moving up next to Uldyr again and following his stride.
 
As Gnasher stomped off,Sandro gave a cry of anger. He followed Gnasher,and stood in mute witness to the scene before him. After a moment,he chuckled,and said, "Well,that was interesting. Gnasher,stay with the others. I think you could use their company." He turned to Jeeza,and said, "Now,let's go,Colonel Jeeza. I wish to buy something for the Fang,and maybe replace what was stolen from you." After a couple of steps,he said to her, "Money isn't an object."
 
Jeeza nodded, going along with Sandro.


"money isn't an object?... you are a liar, money is indeed physical, see?"


she reached into her armor pulling out a small coin needed for emergencies.


"see? it's a physical object.... oh! you were using one of your human figures of speech!... i sincerely hope you are planing on using pursuasion, or i shal not tollerate thievery, even if its to replace something stolen from me"
 
Sandro chuckled lightly,and shook his head,like a father would at a child who was trying to understand the world around them. "No,no...I'm immortal. I've accumulated quite the sizeable amount of wealth. In fact...You could say I'm the Fang's banker,as well as alchemist,and loremaster. Now,come,Jeeza. Sweets do wonders to raise spirits."
 
Jeeza chuckled a bit "i will be indebted to you..."


and before Sandro could continue, she cut him off "and don't dismiss it because of your wealth, it is a matter of honor that i repay you"


they continued going, Jeeza decided to describe the shop "the place had a large board sign in front of it, it was in human-speech so i couldn't read it, but it had crudely drawn pictures of happy human children on the front, and the windows had been tinted pink..." even with a vague description like this, it was clear this store would stand out, which it did, on a street corner where it was surrounded by fine clothing stores and tool stores with boring brown signs, it stuck out like a sore thumb, and the large presence of children around it would normally deter human adults for fear of being seen as childish, but Jeeza never minded going to a place full of children, so long as she didn't accidentally kick or step on any.


she immediately crouched down and looked at the ground, being careful not to walk in to any children.


"this is the place..."
 
"And I do not ask for repayment. You are my comrade and friend. Friends do these things,and never expect repayment." Sandro easily threaded his way through the gaggle of children,with a gentle smile on his features. He stepped into the shop,and allowed Jeeza to follow him in. The children were in awe at Jeeza;they never seen anything like her. The closest experience they had was a pet dog or cat.
 
inside, the shopkeeper was both pleased and horrified to see Jeeza back... pleased because earlier she spent good coin here, including paying for some sweets her tail knocked over, after cleaning it all up herself, and horrified because she was such a scary, imposing creature.


"hello again shopkeeper" she said with a smile, which only chilled him to the bone.


she pointed to the "pop-rocks" and some other candies, showing Sandro what she bought earlier, including how many she paid, measured by how much she paid for them.


"i bought one silver of those... two copper of those pink ones, one copper of those, the chewy kind, and one candy cane"
 
Sandro nodded. "Aah,yes..." He examined the sweets,and muttered, "Such innovations in confectionrey these mortals have made over the millenia..." He turned to the shopkeeper. "It's not often you see two adults unaccompanied by children,hmm? Everyone has a sweet tooth. Somewhere." With a warm smile,he began to weigh out truly astounding volumes of candy. Most notably,he measured out one silver's worth of pop-rocks. In the end,he placed many bags on the counter of all sorts of candy. Pop-rocks,toffee,gumdrops,ju-jubes,cotton candy...Everything except hard candies which would break easily. "This should keep our friends happy for quite some time,hnn,Jeeza?" Sandro dug in his sachel,around the kelidescope of glass flasks,and asked the shopkeep, "How much?"
 
the shopkeeper smiled "one silver, one copper, you and your friend gets a discount because she gave much of the candy to the begging orphans down the road the first time"


Jeeze smiled, looking at the candies "i don't think they are allowed to accept any more than before, so this will last me for at least a few weeks"


she packed the bags of candy under her armour, under her breastplate was an open area to store things, not only was it convenient, it also helped the armor by eliminating the hollow space between the chest and armor plate.


as they left, Jeeza turned to the starving children staring in the shop window, she approached them and gave one of them all 2 chewy candies and a "barley sugar" candy each they all smiled and scampered off, a little girl with a teddy bear gave a big, broad smile "thank you" then she ran off as well.


she turned her head to Sandro again


"children living on the streets just because they lack parents... in Sergal society every orphan babe is given the breast to feed from and every orphan child is raised in an adoptive family, but in these human cities they are abandoned, forgotten, not even given basic aid if they aren't of human descent... pathetic"
 
Sandro happily paid the sum,with a little extra,and left with a merry, "Cheers!" And smiled warmly as Jeeza distributed some candy. And Jeeza's latest relation to their societies,Sandro could only frown and shed a single tear. "Indeed. I try to help,if I can,but...I'm a necromancer with a potion set,not a politician,or a nobleman. It seems my assistance to these poor forgotten souls is a warm smile,and a healing tonic,at best. More often than not,I can do nothing." He sighed heavily. "Your society sounds like paradise,Jeeza. It honestly does. Not a single child goes unloved,not a single person goes without the basics." He began to trudge towards the inn. "You speak of honour. I think your honour is beyond explanation,or doubt." He turned to face Jeeza.


"You would gladly face death if it meant to honour yourself,your people,and your comptriots. Look at me. I'm a coward. I sought unlife to escape the shadow of death. I keep telling myself it's for the knowledge,but,there's something nagging at me." He held up his gold and amythyst pendant,keeping care to keep it around his neck. "It would be child's play for me to remove this,and collapse to dust,free of the world's burdens. But I don't. And I always ask myself;Why?"
 
Jeeza chuckled at the mention of her society being paradise


"Paradise?... no, Sergal society is harsh and strict, some things humans do like free expression in painting or purchasing prostitutes for sex are punishable with whippings or even death, our people are strong but we are largely identical, individuality is reserved only for our rulers, sometimes i feel human society and Sergal society should learn from each-other, but then i remember, we cannot learn from each-other's culture if we are focused on killing each other"


they continued on, going down the alleyways, soon they could see the tavern a bit off down the street.


"i wonder how our next mission will go... i hope it goes well, i fear without medicine our commander will continue to get worse" (she doesnt know hes a vampire, she assumes he's sick)
 
Sandro shrugged. "Indeed. So we can only hope our rulers see the world as we do." As they walked,Sandro heard Jeeza make a remark about medicine. "Medicine? Your society can medicate vampirism?"
 
Jeeza's eyes shot open and by accident, she screamed "HE'S A VAMPIRE!?"


her hair was standing on end, her eyes still wide open.
 
Sandro didn't expect that reaction. "Keep it down! We don't know who's listening." After he calmed her down,Sandro said, "I thought you knew. The eyes,the teeth,the claws...And the aversion to daylight. He sin't sick. He's a child of the night. But he's a good man. Now,come on. We have some candy to give ot our comrades."
 
"well, i assumed he was a cross-breed of a human and another race from his eyes, the same with his teeth and eyes and i thought his skin was sensitive and tends to burn so he stayed out of the light..."


she looked around, luckily no-one seemed to have heard, at least no-one anyone else would listen to, like the crazy homeless ma raving about potato moths and lice with tiger wings... yeah, a crazy guy...


she shook her head "amazing, a lich and an Opirshi... uhh, "vampire" in your tongue... you know, i don't mind being led by a vampire, but i do mind not being told big things like this... so the leader wasn't sick earlier, he was hungering for blood... if i had known i would have cut my arm and let him drink if he promised not to bite... don't worry, i wouldn't cut deep, just enough to draw enough blood, but not deep enough for the blood to come gushing out"
 
Sandro nodded. "Your concern of being kept in the dark is understandable. To be honest,I was never told,either. I simply connected the dots,and one day,outright asked him. And I would've allowed him to feed from me whenever needed,if not for the fact that my blood died long ago." As he approached a corner,a thug leapt out,brandishing a foot long dagger. "You look like a pair of rich fops. Gimme yer pretty necklace so I won't turn your pretty ladyfriend there into a carpet." Sandro raised an eyebrow in annoyance. He went for an orange flask on his bandolier,but the thug stabbed his abdomen. "I said necklace,you idiot! I don't want yer stinkin' moonshine!" Sandro was unfazed. "You need to choose your targets more wisely." He whipped the flask from his bandolier,and slammed it across the thug's face,shattering the bottle.


The thug shrieked in agony and let go of the dagger,reeling from the blow. Sandro stepped back and tossed the rest of the flask and it's contents at the thug,whose face was now in flames. The dagger was still lodged in Sandro's stomach. Soon enough,the man was completely engulfed in flames,shrieking nonstop,until there was no more air for him to shriek with. Then,a few moments later,he slumped over,as the flames began to reduce him to an unrecognisable cinder. "Shame." Sandro extricated the dagger from his body. Not a single drop of blood fell from his body,and the blade was dry. "His body would've been useful." He slid the dagger into his belt,and continued walking past the pile of ashed that was once a man.
 
Jeeza watched the whole ordeal with the thug, she would have happily picked up the thug by his neck and used her blade to slice his body in half frm the waist, but she loved to watch magic.


after the thug was dealt with, she gave Sandro a round of applause


"ah! i love watching magic... but after my outburst and that little show, i think it would be best if we got out of here... the next one is mine though"
 
Sandro nodded in agreement. "I wouldn't like to be spotted here if the authorities arrive." He quickened his pace,and said, "Alchemy is magic-like,but it isn't magic how most others see it. The true magic is turning mundane harbs and animal parts into concoctions with otherworldly properties. Like healing,wakefulness,preservation,decay or,in this case...Everburning oil." As they left the alleys immediately beside the Inn,Sandro saw,from the corner of his eye,several uniformed people surge down the street. "Agreed."
 
Jeeza saw the uniformed men come down the street


"authorities... what do you say? we could take them or run, either way by the look of them victory for us is certain"
 
"Leave them." The uniformed men surged past,but one stopped them. "Sir?" The guard pointed at the alley they came from. "What happened back there!?" Without skipping a beat,Sandro spun a believable lie. "There was a mugger! He tried to mug us! But,suddenly,he erupted into flames! I saw a robed figure retreat from the area immediately afterwards!" The guard nodded,and tore off after his comrades without a second thought. "Come on,Jeeza. I think we've had enough excitement for one day." He strode into the Inn and waved to the barkeep and present Fang members.
 
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