Al Drechar [RP]

Jeeza circled the dwarf and her bear companion, making sure they didn't make any sudden moves, if the dwarf plled a blade or tried to rush them, the would get a sergal blade through her chest, same for the bear, although the dwarf had the wrong idea about the Sergal's view of the dwarves, largely the Sergal didn't hate the dwarves, instead saw them as advesaries worthy of respect, and their weapons not to be taken lightly under any curcumstances.


eventually though, Jeeza decided to sit down on top of a table.


"answer my question, what brings you here?"
 
The Sergal woman still did not want to let up on Caylx and Zykx, circling the two ever so slowly, the dwarf returning the favor by watching her as she rounded. It wasn’t like she had any weapons but she was not one to act shy in front of strangers, so she stood her ground. After a long while, the woman had decided to sit down at the table top and she asked her question again. The bar did not hold the person she was looking for but these people may work for him…may as well be safe rather than sorry.


“I’m looking for the leader of the fang…” she trailed off rather vaguely, hoping to gauge their reaction, than looking at the sergal again. “I have some business with him” she smiled rather coyly, Zykx huffing out what she knew as laughter.
 
Garnej returns with the drinks, and sets them down with the women. He raises an eyebrow at the mention of the fangs. By leader, he figured she could only mean Uldyr. He sighed at Jeeza's aggressiveness, accepting it as it was. She was always on guard, never letting a worthy opponent get the drop on her. Surely, this dwarf appeared as if she could handle her own. Such a strong aura could only mean strength, so it was a natural reaction. Garnej again came to ponder briefly on how he often took his greatly heightened senses for granted. His natural senses where already strong as a vampire, but his training as a monk lead him to always be aware of his surroundings. To catch him unaware would be a feat indeed.


Garnej turns to the dwarf, and says, "By leader of the fang, would you perhaps mean Uldyr?" He glances over at the bear, and thinks for a second. He then adds, "By the way, I don't think the bar's owners much appreciate having a bear on the premises."
 
------rid's post first this time-------


Sandro flexed the stopper of one phial, the one of clear fluid, allowing a drop to fall onto the rival merc's forehead, sizzling quietly as it sat there. Though of course no one could hear it over the poor man's screaming. Looking up with an almost bored look at the dwarf he said, "So did this one."


The highly concentrated acid would no doubt scar the mercenary for the rest of his life, and the excruciating agony he was in would eventually drive him to release the details they were looking for. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name..."


-------Now it's Gnasher time!-------


At the screams, and general ruckus from inside, Gnasher turned to peek over his shoulder for a moment before he remembered his orders. Watch the merc... His patience wearing thin, Gnasher strode over to him, and looked around to see if Sandro was looking. Satisfied with his investigation, the demon turned back to the trembling man in front of him, inhaled deeply and roared for everything he was worth. The bellow went on for a few moments, though they seemed so much longer. Gnasher just wanted to look inside, so he'd thought to scare the living daylights out of the poor bastard. Gnasher was quite impressed with his plan, even if the human's brain had been liquefied from the proximity to such incredible volume and was now running out of his ears, and any other orifice on his face. A big dumb grin plastered across his face, Gnasher squeezed back through the doorway of the tavern to see what was going on.
 
The man had returned with their drinks by now and Caylx sniffed at the rim before taking a sip, it was practically a habit now. Knowing that it looked bad to the man though, she lowered her head slightly, as if to apologize before she straightened back up again. He mentions the name of the man she is indeed looking for but gives no other clue that he knows him. She simply nods her head, smiling at his other comment,


“He’s only a little cub” she noted, then turning to the bear, “Isn’t that right?” she asked in a higher register. The bear would have answered if not for a rather loud scream coming from across the bar which made her look over in curiosity. The man gave her a rather dull look, telling her that the man screaming had also been looking for Uldyr.


Ah…so they were fighting with Uldyr…


Upon knowing this, she more willingly gave up her next piece of information…or would have if not for the loud bellow outside. Peering towards the noise, the doorway, she was unsurprised when the giant lumbered back in, actually laughing at his rather idiotic smile. Then with a pause,


“The name is Caylx” she introduced, “And this is my lil’ Zykx” she motioned to her bear.
 
After people had shown up, and Sandro brought back the man, Avetic had done what she did best, became a ghost. Leaving without being noticed, she yawned as she stared out over the city, having found a nice perch on the edge of one of the highest buildings. Leaning back in the shadows, a leg dangling off the side, and wings wrapped like a blanket, she had the oddest urge to think the greatest thing to ever walk away with as a thief, was the sunset itself.


Not literally, but metaphorically of course. For a thief, who was constantly hounded and hunted, the sunset, it's warmth, it's normality, it's beauty, so untouchable and so permanent, it was the best thing one could have. Because it meant, for one day more, you lived without a knife in your back, or a rope around your neck. That you had stolen one more day. And as Avetic thought it, one of the few remaining white feathers started to turn black.
 
As Gnasher managed to pop through the door, almost without breaking anything this time; a dwarf looked up to him with a smile and said some incomprehensible things to him. That was a bear, not a Zykx... and he'd always been under the impression that her stubby people were called dwarves, not Caylx...


"Dwarf... Behr?" Gnasher asked, pointing from the dwarf to her companion; obviously not understanding the introduction.
 
sergal seemed to have relaxed, she sat back down on a table, since the chairs were too small for her, and she popped in some more candy to her mouth.


still, she watched the little dwarf.


"Gnasher, her people are called "Drarves" but her name is "Calyx", just like i am a Sergal, but my name is Jeeza, the same is true with the bear named Zykx..."


she decided then to introduce herself formally as well


"I am Jeeza, former colonel of the Sergal forces to the north, battlemage..."
 
The monster at the door got even more confused at her introductions, and she would explain herself if she wasn’t drinking. Apparently his name was Gnasher, as the Sergal next to her had tried to explain the situation to one who seemed to be their companion. The burly figure was mentioned in their story, and she found herself liking his simple nature already.


She was eating candy and Caylx slightly grimaced from the amount of unnatural things that went into the stuff. Introducing herself as Jeeza, a former colonel of the north as well as a battle mage; the girl only nodded in response. Sharing a stare in what seemed like a staring contest by now…The monster at the door got even more confused at her introductions, and she would explain herself if she wasn’t drinking. Apparently his name was Gnasher, as the Sergal next to her had tried to explain the situation to one who seemed to be their companion. The burly figure was mentioned in their story, and she found herself liking his simple nature already.


She was eating candy and Caylx slightly grimaced from the amount of unnatural things that went into the stuff. Introducing herself as Jeeza, a former colonel of the north as well as a battle mage; the girl only nodded in response. Sharing a stare in what seemed like a staring contest by now…
 
Jeeza snorted and brothe the staring contest, glancing to the bear


"bear... good hides, tough meat, some Sergal breed bears for food and hides, tough beasts... but i think this bear is more of a friend to you than a means for warmth and meat..."


heeze grinned, baring her teeth at them both,, they could loudly hear the crackling of the pop-rocks on her big tongue.
 
While Jeeza and the newcomer stared one another down, Gnasher had no idea what to do with himself, so he decided to turn to someone he knew, to Sandro who was giving the mercenary that the sergal had caught earlier some nice drinks.


Why was the lich being nice to the mean human? As the giant slowly lumbered across the tavern, he finally realized the man was screaming, not thanking Sandro.


"What now?" he asked, almost sounding normal. When words left Gnasher's mouth cohesively, it actually seemed like he was intelligent, but then the lopsided absent grin came back to his face and the illusion was shattered, however brief it may have been.
 
Sandro chuckled. "We wait until our friend here reveals some information." He turned to the mercenary. "I'll let you have the healing potion if you tell us who sent you,and why. Such simple questions,my friend. Why put yourself through this torture? I take no pleasure from it." Sandro was being truthful; he didn't enjoy torture. However,it was a very useful tool in interrogation. Even though it sometimes gleaned false information.
 
Before Alistair had turned to see the 2 guards laying lifeless on the carpet, Uldyr could sense fear had already struck home in the pompeous man's heart. Without much sound nor hesitation, mainly thanks to the carpet lying on the floor aswell as Uldyr's expertise, he was behind Alistair. Claws had already formed from Uldyr's hands, the long black nails had taken a hold of Alistair's throat before he had completely turned on the spot. Uldyr's fingers weren't tightened around his throat, but were no less threatening than if they were, the unnatural cold touch of his hand aswell as the sharp tinglign from his black nails sliding over Alistair's jaw and neck were able to make any man or woman's spine shiver with dreaded delight.


" All we want is information. " Uldyr said slightly amused and slightly flirtatious, like a spider trying to entice a nearby butterfly in joining him in his web.


" Do you want to suffer? Hurt? ...Bleed?[" Uldyr continued with a seductive tone of voice yet clearly with a malicious intent.


" Tell us where to find the mage, hurry now, I'm getting ...impatient."Uldyr whispered in Alistair's ear while slightly placing more pression on his indexfinger and carving a light cut in Alistair's cheek, blood dripped down and seemed to be soaked up by Uldyr's clawnail.


He's...He's upstairs...Please!...I would've told you anyway, please...Please...Don'...


Uldyr has retracted his indexfinger from Alistair's jaw and placed the clawed nail below his chin before cutting right through the flesh and tissue, Alistair was being given a taste of his own blood aswell as severe pain as Uldyr's claw was straight through his face from below, scratching the upperside of Alistai's mouth before removing it, letting Alistair drop to the floor and letting him grab his face in agony and disbelief.


Ahmael, slaughter this pig and join me upstairs, don't let me wait...I'm not in a good mood.


Uldyr spoke normal again but clearly in an annoyed tone of voice, for what reason was a bit in the mist, but it would soon be revealed. He proceeded to walk up the highly decorated stairs with masterfully carved woodwork and paintings all over the wall. He was about to meet this mysterious mage, the mage that had caused him all this trouble. He would've have to resist killing the mage outright for making it so hard to contact him, but he realized the sorcerer was their way out of this sheithole, so he'd let him live...For now.
 
Stepping up next to Uldyr, Ahmael simply stood and watched as his companion worked to pry the information from Alistair. A smirk slipped across the large man's face when blood was drawn, stinging his nostrils in a bittersweet fashion. As the information was spilled, the smirk widened to a sadistic grin, causing the man to look as a beast baring down upon his prey. As Uldyr cut deeper into the other, Ahmael's grin only widened as he watched the man fall onto the ground, writhing.


Giving a nod, he let his companion leave before kneeling down to Alistair. "I gotta' call m'self lucky tha' he left ya' alive. Much more fun fer' me tha' way," he explained, circling the other like a predator, still kneeling. "Gonna' be awful ta' you, though."


Laughing, Ahmael leaned forward, his face beginning to contort and pop as his jaw widened, already sharp looking teeth growing larger and sharper. The man before him drew in a breath to scream, but before he could, the large barbarian lunged at his throat, tearing through the flesh with ease. Gurgling, the man fell backwards, having one second to grasp at the sky before Ahmael was upon him, teeth ripping and tearing at flesh and muscle as he fed.


Not long had passed before he went to join Uldyr again, heading up the stairs. He stopped at one of the tapestries and wiped the little bit of remaining blood from his face and hands that he'd not gotten off using Alistair's clothing. The slash on his face from earlier was gone, having looked as if he'd not gotten into the brawl at all. Putting a hand on Uldyr's shoulder, he spoke, voice still slightly more quiet than normal. "I took care've it," he stated simply, the scent of the kill on his breath. "What's next?"
 
Sighing softly, Avetic moved towards the edge of her perch before sliding off the edge. Extending her wings half way down, she caught herself before sinking slowly into an ally, gliding down almost unnoticed, because in a place like thing, things falling out of windows was normal. Curling a hand into a fist, she started walking briskly, not wandering, but being very careful to go very out of the way of her true destination.
 
" Let's see what's up with this mage, be on your guard. "


Uldyr made his way to the sturdy-looking mahogany door, ornamented with a goldpainted lion's head with a ring through his mouth in order to knock, and simply pushed open the door steadily. Revealing a well-lit and very fancy room, as if Alistair had given up his own bedroom to the mage. Uldyr stood there for a brief moment, staring at the seemingly oblivious mage, sitting at his table reading a scroll.


" Stop the charade. You know damn well that we're here, who we are and why we've come. "


Uldyr said impatiently as the mage continued to read his scroll for a brief moment longer, before raising his hooded face slightly. Shimmering darkblue eyes peered through Uldyr, as if he was searching for his absent soul, then a smile crept on the disgustingly dry and cracked face. Uldyr saw the mage's hand raise in slowmotion and was only able to dodge what was coming through the help of Ahmael and his shadow.


Simultaneously the chants resounded through the room: " Shadow Leap ; Lightning Shackles "


Uldyr found himself behind the mage in less than a fraction of a second, he had used Ahmael's shadow to teleport between his and the mage's shadow, if he hadn't...He would've been in the same predicament as Ahmael. Tortured and electrocuted by a highlevel Lightning spell. Uldyr didn't waste any time, nor did he think twice about what he was about to do.


Nobody, NOBODY, hurts his family like that.


Uldyr's claw was seemingly formed mid-teleportation because the claw was instantly thrusted through the mage's spine and out of his chest before the sorcerer was literally ripped to pieces by Uldyr's furious and enraged attack. The moment the sorcerer died, the electrocution halted aswell and Uldyr rushed over to Ahmael whose flesh was badly burned and fuming.


" Time Heals All " resonated through the empty room as Uldyr watched while Ahmael's flesh began to heal at insane speed.


" Vampire and Werewolf...Not a bad combination, but you two still have lots to learn. Werewolf, you depend on the Vampire too much. Vampire, you lack depth...Tactics, my good man, tactics. "


" What you killed was merely a memory, don't ever get too confident in your ability, in this world there are beings with unimaginable power...You are not one of them. While you two, and probably the entirety of the Raven, still ways to go. I'll allow you to escort me. "


" Riches, in alot of ways, will be yours if you accept. I'll be outside the gate, at the bench where you were reading that book of yours earlier. If you want more details on your payment, lets just make a deal that the monetary payment will be ... 1000 gold coins per person, 1000 extra per person who you lose during the mission and 5000 on succesful completion of the mission. I'm sure this satisfies your petty desires. "
 
Ahmael gave a nod, following the other slowly and carefully, his eyes darting this way and that. There was a strange smell in the air as Uldyr opened the door and stepped into the room and the large Lycanthrope sniffed cautiously, trying to pinpoint what it could be.


As his companion spoke and the mage lifted his face with a smile, Ahmael began to say something, trying to warn the other before it was too late. Before he could even speak, however, electricity shot through him, causing him to writhe and shudder in place, teeth gritting to hold in a scream of pain.


He couldn't focus. The shock going through him ravaged all of his senses, making it hard for him to even make out Uldyr's rage-filled voice as he tore the other apart. Quickly, everything stopped and the large man fell to his knees. Charred flesh smoked and cracked, but quickly began to mend. New skin pushed over the old, hair regrew.


Ahmael stood again, his face full of rage, even as the room echoed with the words of the mage. "Gold'r no gold, I outta' tear ya' to pieces after tha' little spell'a yer's," the Lycanthrope spat, voice dripping with venom.


His head buzzing with residual energy, he growled low in his throat, leaning back against the nearest wall as he fought to clear it.
 
In the midst of Sandro's interrogation, Gnasher had merely been sitting out of the way, not really doing anything again. Though during the torturous process of extracting information from the mercenary he felt something shift; almost like stepping on a wet spot in the dirt. Something just felt a little different. A powerful source of magic had shifted the veil, and being a demon, he felt it. Gnash had no idea what it meant of course; other than something coming through, or very powerful magic. The giant's first instinct was to look to Sandro, being the most powerful mage he could think of... but the lich wasn't using magic, right?


Home felt an awful lot more close for a moment, and Gnasher wasn't quite sure what to think of it.


Other than the demon sitting up straight for a moment, there wasn't much sign that something had happened; though that wasn't exactly a small change. Sitting on the floor with his back straight for a change, Gnasher's eye level was still above near any other patron in the bar; being only a head shorter than Jeeza herself. Gnasher's titanic frame seemed to hint that he was thinking about something, down to his posture; and everyone knew that Gnasher didn't think... right?
 
Jeeza glanced over to Gnashed, she saw somethign wasn't quite right.


"i guess you're okay, Dwarf..."


she got up, and walked over to gnasher, in truth, she saw Gnasher like a teenage girl saw a big pet dog, similar to a big, walking teddy bear.


she fell onto Gnasher's back, her arms around his neck in an almost cuddle-like pose, but Jeeza never cuddled anything innocently, she always kept herself in a position where she could kill if needed be, right now, she was in a possition to break gnasher's neck if she needed to, or do a back-kick... but she wouldnt unless provoked, so unless something happened, this would count as a cuddle


"Gnasher, i can tell something is up with you... what is it?"
 
All the mercenary done was continue screaming. Sandro pulled the stopper from the flask,and said, "I'm sorry...But I have to keep going." He tipped the flask,and that's when Gnasher sat up straight. This was very peculiar;for all the years Sandro spent with the demon,it never assumed such a posture. He turned to look,suddenly forgetting the acid. The acid poured freely down his front,and onto his amulet's chain. "What is it---" Then he felt the acid.


He whipped his head back around,just in time to see the amulet fall from his neck,the chain broken. His eyes widened,and he screamed, "NO!" As the amulet fell,he tried to catch it,but he could already feel his limbs seize and crumble. As the amulet hit the ground with a heavy thud,his body collapsed into a pile of dust from within his robes.


(OOC: I lost my inner Sandro,so,instead of holding the RP back,I decided to execute Sandro. His soul is still in the amulet,just in case I want back in)
 
When Sandro spoke, the giant turned to look; unaware of what was transpiring. When the lich screamed aloud, Gnasher started to clue in. That yell was just for when something really bad happened.


Before he even realized what was happening; it did. Reduced to a pile of ash, Gnasher slouched back onto his feet, and tried to pick the dirt and robe up. Sandro had just fallen down right?


It had happened before; all he had to do was help him back up. Picking up a fistful of dust with the robes, he started to get desperate. Why wasn't he getting back up? Nothing could hurt Sandro, he always knew what was going on... trying over, and over again, growing frenzied with each passing moment.


In just a few seconds, he'd snapped, bellowing again, like he had with the merc outside earlier. Hands coming up, and punching a hole in the ceiling, Gnasher laid into the poor fellow on the table, blasting his body in two with the first overhanded strike, and crushing the table in the process. Attacking wildly at the deadman, Gnasher was tearing the entire place apart, the wall to his side that was a little too close, the flooring beneath the bloody mess that had been human just seconds ago, the ceiling that was far too low for a giant of his size.


Everything was in his way; the demon went on a rampage, reducing what was once a mercenary to little more than a fine red mist laced with toothpicks that had been a table as he continued to rage, tearing up floorboards, punching holes in the heavy oaken walls, his wails turning to sobs as nothing seemed to slow the momentum he'd built.
 
jeeza got up from Gnasher's back when she heard the scream,her teeth bared


"not good..."


she stood there as Gnasher ran inside, and he began his rampage, watching the monster pound the now dead mercenary into paste and smash the table, as he did so she noticed something, a glimmer in Sandro's old robes.


darting in, she kept low and fast, soon skidding along the ground bewteen Gnasher's legs and she grabbed the ambulet, holding it up to Gnasher


"Gnasher, wait AAH!"


she was taken aback by a random strike, a bit of wood in her arm


"think Jeeza thing... gnasher is tough but hes dumb, and he loved Sandro with all his heart..." then she got it, even though it was the truth, Jeeza thought it was a lie


"He's alive Gnasher! Sandro is Alive! in here! inside this amulet of his.. y-yes i can feel his essence inside of it!"


hoping that calmed him down, she approached him, holding out the amulet


"calm down you big baby... he can't re-form right now, but i'm sure one day he will be able to.."


she held out the amulet by the chain, as she reached over and put it around Gnasher's neck


"... better?"
 
Even as he rampaged, Gnasher heard Jeeza's talk of the amulet. Pausing for a moment, the giant was sniffling, great streams of tears pouring down his face and starting to form a puddle on the floor.t


No longer destroying the tavern, he turned to look at Jeeza and what she was holding. In her own paw was Sandro's amulet; and she was right, i did have his essence in it.


Tears still streaming, the demon pulled Jeeza into a great hug, forgetting his strength for a moment as he squeezed, no doubt causing some damage by accident.


"Sandro..." he wailed, not sure what else to do. Sandro fell down, and couldn't get up; his essence was in an amulet... did the lich just hurt himself? Feeling dumb now as he finally pieced it all together, Gnasher hugged the sergal even tighter in what was his best apology.


"Saw-rr-ee... Gnasher no do good..." he mumbled as he finally released his furry friend, staring at the floor, sullen.


The scene would have looked almost comedic to someone without context. A giant standing in the middle of a half destroyed building, looking like he was just reprimanded by the former officer.
 
Jeeza kicked and scratched at gnasher as he crushed her in his arms, to no avail, her claws couldnt het past his thick, iron-like skin.


eventually though she was released, she stumbled back, turned away and fell to her knees, clutching her chest as her ribs were damaged


"ugh... its alright Gnasher..."


she stayed on the floor for a bit longer, then slowly, she got back to her feet.


"ugh, i'll need some healing for my ribs now..."
 
It seemed that Gnasher was more interested in the man holding down the one screaming, to pay anymore mind to the two women at the bar. Caylx busied herself by swirling the last of her drink around, almost as if she was busying herself with something. Then she finally tipped it back, drinking the ale with a sputter as Jeeza finally admitted her to be ‘alright’, and Zykx nudged her chair. As the Sergal left, the dwarf looked back at the sharp green eyes that seemed to stare past her. A grumble sounded, and she slid off her stool to lean closer to the bear…


That was when it happened, another scream echoed across the room, this time a simple ‘no’ and when she had looked back up, the man’s body was dust. Caylx suddenly understood, and her posture almost straightened rigidly, one’s soul separated from the earth? It seemed odd to her, but the dust gave her a rather calm assurance that the man was once again, back to where he belonged. Zykx finally got ignored enough to let out a bellow which was covered up by the other giant’s own cries. The two long time companions looked then, to see him punch a hole in the ceiling and continue a rampage around the bar. The creature seemed very sad about his friend’s death, if the sobs coming from him were any sign.


The mercenary became nothing but a bloody mess before Jeeza tried to get control of it, and by this time the brunette was slowly moving. After the woman had calmed him down, by placing something around his neck he was happy enough to break a rib or two. By the way her body was clenched in his hold, and also due to the fact she was trying to fight back against him. When she was finally released, the woman fell to her knees and Caylx brushed past Gnasher, shooting a curious look at him.


Jeeza complain about her ribs, like expected, before getting back at her feet and Caylx continued staring at the creature. A small smile graced her face as she started rubbing her hands rather briskly together, then stretched out her fingers. Humming softly, her hands emanated a soft green glow and her gaze shifted to Jeeza, before uttering a quick, “This will only hurt a little bit” before shooting her hands below her ribs. Slowly brushing her hands up, she knew the pressure it would exert, but the bones would be mended when she was done. Which she was, in less than a second as she pulled her hands away…
 
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