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Fantasy as we wander

The kitsune shook his head stoping mid shake and starts sniffling, makig a rather comical face as he sneezes a poof of blue flames, and is tossed back a few feet into a pile of fish. With a squeak his head pops up out of the pile, one lone fish sitting atop his head.


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The boy brings over the pint and hands it to argo.
 
Kalth was lost in thought when he had heard a light clank sound coming up the stairs, it sound as if armor was hitting against something. Perhaps it was Eva? No, wait. Eva just changed into bartender wear. Foxes don't wear clothes...Maybe it was..OH GOD. PLEASE DON'T BE THE BEHEMOTH ARGO. Kalth, forgetting to put his mask back on, quickly grabbed for his dagger, which he couldn't find. Where did that woman hide my weapons!? He screamed inside his head. The footsteps were getting closer, and his panic grew. "You seem to be doing better." A familiar voice said, obviously entertained. It was the other elvin woman. Kalth calmed down slowly, but just for a moment when he realized his mask had not been on his face. F***. Ignoring the woman's words he grabbed the mask from his bedside and place it on again, trying to hide his face. I hope she didn't seem much.


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Argo's drinking partner had won another challenge, besting a young lad who came close. He could tell she nearly lost it, but simply got one across. He was impressed, always proud of his girl. Eva came , maybe perhaps rolled, over and gave Argo a kiss on his cheek. Aw, she was always a sweet lass. It's good to see everyone enjoying themselves. This is what I need to see! He thought to himself happily. "Ya always treat ol' Argo right Eva, I can't thank ya enough!" He grabbed the pint from the boy and immediately began guzzling the ale down like it was a shot. Merriment, was how he'd spend his life. Argo would defend it with all he had, maybe even for Eva too. Lookit me being a softy. He thought to himself with a chuckle.
 
The excitement was sobering enough for me to function again, but i left my mug off to the side for a bit later. I always felt odd around argo when I was far gone like now. Not in a bad way mind you. But there was something about my friend that made me glad I was already flushed with drink, so none could see the heat rush to my cheeks. When that happens I always know its time to lay off the grog for an hour or so before starting up again. It wasnt really that I dont want to feel...stronger than normal towards him. I truely belivednhe would make a wonderful person to make companionship with.


But argo is special. He deserves beter than someone like me. Or at least a drunken me.


Unfortunately, that's the last logical thought that goes through my head as those last few drinks finally overcome what little sobriety I had held onto. Andnthe party, as they say, was on.
 
The assassin stood there, a bit taken back as she watched him turn his back to her, and place the mask on his face. Luckily for him, the elf had not seen his face. He had whipped away just in time. With an arched eyebrow, Ayrenn almost looked a bit confused at this situation.


"I'm, uh... Sorry for barging in. I just wanted to see how you were doing. The last time I saw you, I was carrying you up the stairs all bloody and broken," The assassin grinned slightly, looking him up and down for a moment. Shaking her head, she stared down at her feet and closed her eyes.


"But I can see you are well healed now." The elf let a small chuckle slip out from her lips. Reopening her eyes, she flashed him a sympathetic expression. She didn't know what it was about this man, but he intrigued her. And that was something that terrified her deeply.


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"DRACOSEIR!" An attractive woman with charcoal black hair and electric blue eyes exclaimed loudly. She burst through the tavern doors, her hands on her hips and a stubborn expression on her face. But the look dropped from her face as she scanned the tavern. The assassin was nowhere to be seen. Cursing under her breath, she straightened her composure and strode into the tavern. The drunken men eyed her, sending whistles in her direction as she walked past.


Kelaina winked at them, increasing there undying curiosity for this woman. Taking a sit at the bar, she leaned forward towards Lucian, displaying her quite large bust. The bartender stopped in his filling of drinks, and he stared down at her chest with utter speechlessness.


"Would you mind telling me where Ayrenn Dracoseir escaped to? I'm afraid me and her have something to settle." Kelaina said in an almost teasing tone. The bartender glanced up at her face, blinking rapidly as if to clear the image of her chest from his mind.


"Uh... I'm afraid I didn't see where she went."
 
Kalth turned slowly back at the woman behind him, catching her stare towards him. It was sympathetic, opposite from what he expected from her. It threw Kalth off. "You carried me?" He asked, standing awkwardly next to the bed. Someone else saved his life, not just Eva. His life had now been indebted to two women now, both elvin. He is beginning to feel like a failure as an assassin. The job given to him snatched away by a giant guardsmen and a barmaid, only to be saved by said barmaid and stranger. I...I cannot let this go by. He thought to himself. Kalth looked straight into the woman's eyes, he remembered her name now. "Ayrenn..." He whispered. Immediately he bowed to her in respect. "Thank you for all that you have done." Ayrenn seemed a bit taken aback by his sense of respect. He stopped bowing and looked back into her eyes. "I am in your debt."


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"Seems t'be a surplus of screaming, angry women in here today..." Eva mumbled over, she seemed to sober up a bit. He glanced over at the new woman who walked into the tavern, chatting with Lucian. She was quite attractive the new girl, you could tell a lot of the men had an eye on her. Well if they could focus that long. "Yer right there girly, this tavern has a niche for bringin' in a lot of people frum alllll over." He said, swinging his pint exaggerated. He suddenly stopped drinking, lost in...(holy crap he's thinking) thought. "Reminds me a bit o' when I came n' visited the tavern ma first time 'ere." Argo said with a laugh, shoving Eva lightly. Can't crush the lass now, gotta be gentle.
 
I give argo a playful shove back. "You refused to even shake my hand, acting like I was made o' glass." I giggle and take a sip, rather than a gulp of my drink, not quitsober enough to start the hwavy drinkin again, but getting there. "Mnh' still do." I offer him a teasing grin. "I ve dealt with some rough handling in my day argo, miluv. I wont break."
 
"Thank you for all that you have done. I am in your debt."


His words echoed in the assassin's mind like a voice projecting into a deep, dark cave. Her eyes glimmered with shock, blinking rapidly at this man who was now bowing before her. She watched him straighten up to his normal posture, and stare straight into her eyes. She felt her arms drop down from her chest, and hang limply by her side as she stared back.


Is he bullshitting me right now?... No one ever thanks me for anything. No... That can't be it. He sounded sincere when he said it. What kind of trickery are you playing, Kalth? Her mind ran off like a machine that didn't know how to stop when it started. The room was silent for a moment or two.


Realizing how idiotic she looked, Ayrenn immediately cleared her throat and avoided his gaze.


"No need to apologize... It was the least I could do." She murmured, focusing her gaze on the wooden floor below. She could feel his eyes burning into her skull, and it caused her to grit her teeth in alarm.


What is he staring at?


"Are you still after the boy?" The assassin suddenly asked, raising her gaze back to his. A smirk suddenly appeared on her lips, hiding the pounding heart that vibrated in her rib cage.
 
"Are you still after the boy?" Ayrenn asked, she smirked like this amused her. He must have impressed her. Kalth nodded, and began looking through the drawer next to his bed, trying to find his weapons. "The child needs to perish. I have a contract." He said plainly, still a bit lost in thought. He stopped and turned around. "Wait, how did you know I was after anyone?" The cheering from downstairs grew louder once again, it was like a never ending cycle. He suddenly felt a bit...hesitant about Ayrenn.


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Argo pauses for a moment, starring down at his large hands silently, frowning all the while. A sting of guilt hit his chest, it made the ale from his pint taste bad. "I...That wasn't the only reason I wouldn't shake yer hand girly." He stopped, looking over at Eva with nervous apologetic look. "I...wasn't in tha right mind when I first came 'ere. Depression. Anger. Hate. Dark emotions filled me lass. I...used to hate elves." He closed his eyes at the last of his words. Extremely disappointed with himself, remembering his past seemed to bring a lost pain to him. He chuckled ever so lightly. "This is why I avoid bein' sober..." He whispered. (Dun dun duunnnnn. Back story teim.)


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I gaze up at argo, seing the pain flash behind the glaze of liquer and place my hand on his.


"...that you feel such deep regret is pennance enough." My voice goes soft and I rub my thumb across the knuckles of his hand in a small gesture of comfort and understanding. "Would it...would it help to talk about it?" It was like a knife had been twisted through my chest, hearing him finally speak of his past. He had never brough it up before. Did he realy trust me that deeply?
 
"Wait, how did you know I was after anyone?"


The assassin couldn't help but let a smile creep across her face. Taking a few steps towards him, she stood a few feet away now. Her leaf green eyes stared straight into his, not breaking eye contact until she looked down at her feet.


"I thought you would recognize my voice by now." The beautiful woman whispered. Looking back up, the smile dropped off her face when she saw the obvious recognition on Kalth's face. A pang of guilt hit her like an arrow, and she found herself placing a soft hand on his shoulder to keep him from leaving.


"If I truly knew who you were, Kalth, I would have never put that sword to your throat." Her tone was serious now. Removing her hand from his shoulder, she turned her back to him and placed her hands behind her head.


"Yeah... I'm an idiot." Ayrenn whispered under her breath, chuckling and shaking her head.


Letting out a deep sigh, the elf turned back towards Kalth.


"Look... I'm sorry. But your contract is the same as mine. I'm after the boy too." Her lime green eyes went soft, and she began walking towards the doorway to conceal it.


"I understand if you don't forgive me. I wouldn't either." The assassin stopped at the doorway, and cast a glance towards him. A flicker of sorrow ran through her eyes as she began to leave.
 
"I understand if you don't forgive me. I wouldn't either." Kalth watched as Ayrenn began to leave, a tint of sorrow became existent in her lime green eyes. He just didn't understand, how has this woman done all of this? Saved by the assailant who could have ended his life? Then it hit him, like a sudden epiphany. The only being ever to sneak up on him. His chest felt slightly warmed by this thought, it was new and strange to Kalth. He quickly walked a few steps over to Ayrenn and grabbed her shoulder gently, holding her in place. She looked back, still a sullen look in her eyes. Kalth didn't know quite what to say yet, he hadn't planned this far ahead yet. They sat there awkwardly for a few second before Kalth put his unoccupied hand up to his face and removed his mask slowly. He brought the mask to his side, exposing his face to Ayrenn. "I forgive you. It's an honor to meet someone of higher skill than I."


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"Would it...would it help to talk about it?" Eva asked softly, trying to comfort Argo. This girl...she understands me even with my racist tendencies? I'm not worthy of her. He looked her in the eye, half grinning. "Sure, lass, maybe it'd bring ol' Argo's heart ta rest." He brought the pint to his mouth and chugged the last of is drink. He slammed the pint on the table, getting ready to tell his tale. "I don't quite understand what 'appened in the oldest of my memories. It's still a bit hazy, perhaps from the drinkin' I do every day. I'm almost happy about it, numbing the pain makes me feel better I tell ya." He pauses yet again, holding onto the table, small cracking sounds emanate from it. "As a kid, tha village I lived in was...peaceful. Ya know, we'd play around n' have fun climbing tree's. Then during harvest season, we'd help the families gather vegetables from tha ol' farm we all worked on." He smiled a bit before returning back to a frown. "Mi pa was always so proud of me, telling me I'd be somethin' special in the future. He'd take me on hunts and show me how to skin animals n' such. Gave me ma first Axe I tell ya! Then one day when me n' pa were preparing to go out on 'nother hunt suddenly folks started screamin' about somethin'." He closed his eyes, still holding onto the table beside him. "That's when Elvish men and women descended on our town, killin' people left n' right. I watched as mi ma got shot right in the noggin' with 'n arrow." Argo clenched his teeth, a loud crack came from his fist as he destroyed the table between his fingers.
 
As I listen to argos tale, I feel a rising ire in my chest on his behalf. The rogue tribes of Darfar had been a scar on the name of Elvenkyn for decades.


To think that...its a wonder he even speaks to me.


But when he tells ofnhis mother, the dam breaks and my vission blurs for a moment, clearing only when a smal torrent of tears spill from the corners of my eyes. I dont even flinch when he ruins the table. For all I cared he could trash this elven run tavern and be completely justified in doing so. I would help him if he so much as asked. I realise id do damn near anything to ease the pain this man felt.


My hand returns to argos now bleeding hand, and I wish I knew what to say.
 
Gray sort of had a way with the elements, and was well protected from most of them. But it's a little hard to disperse fire when its sneezed at you without warning.


So there Gray stood. Eyes wide, fur and Whiskers singed (smelling like someone lit a skunk on fire), thinking "Well!" He chuckled.


Now the kits pyrodynamic sneeze (is that even a real word?) didn't go unnoticed, as the vendor nearly jumped out his skin. Of course when looked, all he saw was the old fox sitting there. "What the- HEY, shoo! Don't you even THINK about it, ya little-"


"With all due respect, I had no intention of stealing"


The guy blinked. "Did you-"


"Look I'm in a hurry, so I'm going make this quick. Yes I'm I talking fox, how observant of you."


"Wait-"


"That just appeared in a poof of flame so, yes, your probably hallucinating"


"Ok that seems-"


"But since you need to make a living and we need a little breakfast, you aren't going to question where you got this." He reached up (with some strain) and put his paw on the counter, and when he removed it, there was a couple of coins under it."


"Uh how-"


"So I'm going to take two fish..." one small fish flew out of the pile and landed next to the one in front of him, "my explosive new friend..." he plucked the kit out of the pile by the scruff and set him next to him, "you will take your imaginary money, and we'll be on our way."


"Hold it, why would I-"


"And your not going to argue that logical fallacy since you don't want to be caught talking to an imaginary figment." He gave the man a look of concern. "All things things considered, you should probably lie down."


"...that's a pretty good-"


"Yes I know, thank you"


Gray picked up his fish and turned to leave. "Awoo woo woo?" He said to the kit. <follow me?>


(An affectionate sound)
 
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The tiny fox trotted alongside grey, happily choosing to sport his own fish as a hat until said fish decided that it was no longer comfortable on his head. <you talk like fishy human. So smart!> the fish continued to flop atop his head in a slippery manner as he spoke in a tone most squeaky, trying his best to ignore the renewed squealing of the shiny boobaly creatures.


"Omigawwwwwd look at those little foxy woxies!! theyre so kyoooooooote!!!" No...deffinately avoid those loud things. They were certainly headache demons, for sure. He was glad to keep the flippity herring on his head, to prevent such an ailment. Once more, proof that fish is the ultimate cure all.
 
Gray looked down at and smiled around the fish in his mouth. He had prayed that he wouldn't be alone and not ten seconds later, he runs into this little guy. Clearly not an accident.


<So can you, little one. I can teach.>
 
In an instant the smal creature rocketed forward into grey, knocking him to the ground in an affectionate tackle. In his enthusiasm, the fox jabbered his thanks in such rapid common fox that not even the most fluent could understand a word. By the time he was finished and backed away with a spring in his step, greys fur was completely disheveled, and his muzzle must have felt raw from so much licking.


<i good learner, Mister Fishy Fox>
 
The woman slipped under the shadow of the doorway, the glare of daylight blinding her for a moment as she took a single step towards the hallway. There were so many thoughts running through her head. So many emotions pounding in her rib cage. It was almost too much. But just as she was about to leave, something grabbed onto Ayrenn's shoulder. She glanced to the side, meeting Kalth's gaze as he held her there in a gentle touch. Her eyes watched his masked face, curiosity brimming in the green hues of her gaze. Even though his expression was concealed, the elf could tell he was struggling with his words.


It was then at that very moment, when Kalth took off his mask.


His hand lifted to his face, the mask grasped in his fingertips as he removed it. The silver mask sat limp in his unoccupied hand, and the elf stared at him in pure shock.


"I forgive you. It's an honor to meet someone of higher skill than I."


The assassin felt her eyes widen, and she turned towards him completely now. She ignored the small gap that stood between them, which was a mere 8 inches away. Blinking the shock away, she rose her hand and slid her fingers underneath his chin. Tilting his head closer towards her, a smile broke out onto her face.


"You are an interesting man, Kalth. I was inches away from killing you, and now, you forgive me." The assassin murmured, her electric green eyes staring straight into his.
 
Kalth felt Ayrenn's cold hand touch his chin, pulling him slightly closer to her. The world about him seemed to slowly down slightly, making the movement feel elongated and dramatic. I-is this some kind of magic? He thought to himself, still starring at her eyes. She smiled, it making his chest nearly leap. "You are an interesting man, Kalth. I was inches away from killing you, and now, you forgive me." He listen to each word with intent, grasping what she spoke. Suddenly, something that usually doesn't happen, Kalth grinned. He felt an excitement from within, something better than what he has experienced before-hand. "Perhaps I'm just a fool...but I've escaped from many deaths in my past. You've been the closest to ever bring a knife to my throat, to have my life in your hands. I could have perished there, but...aside from being crushed, levitated onto the ceiling, and then thrown through the roof, I'm glad you spared my life." He wanted to lean in closer, but he didn't know why. It confused him, a voice in his head screamed for him to do something further. He held himself back, awaiting her response. (Aw, Kalth is so innocent.)


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Argo could feel a tiny hand upon his, it was gentle and warm. He opened his eyes and glanced at Eva tearing up slight. Lass has a gentle heart, it's surprising to see her like this. It's refreshing none the less. He grinned in a silly gesture and put his arm around Eva. "Oi lass, your not the one *sniff* 'upposed to be tearin' up now." He himself started sob a little, remembering the memories from his past. Argo could still picture his mother's face as the arrow made it's mark upon her head. The way his father screamed at the top of his lungs. Argo shook his head, erasing the images from his mind. Now's a time of merriment, not fer crying. He motioned for a boy to fetch him and Eva another drink, trying to keep his appearance up. "Come now lass, that's enough of tha'. Let us have fun, maybe we can cry together another time." He whispered to her, trying to bring a smile to her face.
 
I wipe the tears from my cheeks with a nod and a small choke of embarassed laughter, heat rising in my face. "Blast, argo." I sigh, then chuckle again. "What am I gonna do with you? Making me go soft. For shame!" I give him a patronizing shove on the shoulder as I take my drink, grin firmly back in place.
 
"Perhaps I'm just a fool... but I've escaped from many deaths in my past. You've been the closest to ever bring a knife to my throat, to have my life in your hands. I could have perished there, but...aside from being crushed, levitated onto the ceiling, and then thrown through the roof, I'm glad you spared my life."


His words rang in her ears, and the assassin watched as a subtle grin appeared on his face. Something she didn't expect from Kalth. The look in his eyes, the way he was staring at her...


Could it be-


Ayrenn felt her heart burst as the thought drifted into her mind. As if it was a normal reflex, the assassin's head jerked forward, closing the small gap that was no longer between them. Her soft lips met his, and the hand underneath his chin drifted to the side of his face. She held the kiss for what seemed like an eternity, and pulled away when she felt her lungs begin to burn. Her face lingered close to his for a moment, a mischievous grin breaking out onto her face as she stared at him.


"I'm beginning to regret even putting that knife to your throat in the first place." Ayrenn looked down and laughed quietly, taking a few steps back until she was leaning against the doorway.


"Ya know... You are perhaps the first person I have ever spared. But I'm glad I did..." She murmured, raising her gaze towards his once more.
 
Ayrenn stared at Kalth for a moment before leaning in closer for a kiss, it was unexpected. He could feel his hand clench slightly, but then relax after a moment. Her lips were soft and cool, but still brought warmth to him. His mind was a haze, making it hard to focus, he didn't know how long they held together in that moment. He could spend a good while like that, with no regrets. After was felt like an eternity their lips parted and they found themselves starring at each other once again. She grinned, happy with what just happened. "I'm beginning to regret even putting that knife to your throat in the first place." Ayrenn said before looking at the floor and chuckling lightly, walking back until she leaned against the door once again. Kalth watched every movement, like in a trance. He couldn't move his eyes from hers. Kalth thought for a moment and them grinned once again. "I'm glad you brought that knife to my throat." He whispered before placing the mask back upon his face. He sat back on the bed, relaxing his muscles. What a weird day...


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Argo could feel the tiny shove, he went moved his body slightly, trying make it seem like she did something. "Ah lass, ya can't stay hard as stone fer ever I guess. All of this drinkin' must of wore us down a bit. RIGHT BOYS!?" He yelled at the top of his lungs. The men in the bar screamed loud around him, making them all take a large drink together. Ah...gets me every time. "Oi, by the way Eva, where'd yer new friend run off too?" He asked, taking a glance around the room.
 
He's up in one of the rented rooms. I healed him up and left grey to deal with him." I wave my hand dismissively and chug down half my drink, falling back off the broken slab of table and right into argos lap. I just go with it and lift my glass with some odd sense of triumph.


"Looki' there, men!" A voice shouted out amongst the brouhaha. "Argos got himself snatched up!"


"Watch out mate!" One of the others at the table roared, sloshing his drink about. "Shes a firecracker, she is!" The response was thunderous, uproaring laughter and cheers, even from those who had no clue what the commotion was about.


I look up at you apologetically and fail several attempts to get up.


"Sorry. Musta leaned back too far."


(Sorry if im delaying the plot, but ive always wanted to do a scene like this)
 
*Kalth is busy bein' all lovey dovey.*


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The crowd around Argo started cheering when lil Eva fell into his lap. They began to yell somethin' about fire crackers, he couldn't tell the drink was finally givin' him the buzz he needed. He looked down to see Eva sprawled across him, looking a bit tipsy. "Sorry. Musta leaned back too far." She said, trying to get back up. Lass must still be a little bent from the drink off. Argo put down his new drink and used both hands to gently pick Eva up. "Com' on there girly, up ya go!" He huffed, placing her on his shoulder. Once he ensure she was secure on her seat, he grabbed his drink and began taking large chugs. "Ahhhh, I hope I can handle a girl like 'er mates! She's hot to tha' touch!" He bellowed, laughing all the while.
 
"Argo wha-AHYEE!" I squeal indignantly as argo lifts me onto his shoulder, that is, before I realize how fun it is up here.


"Ahhh, i hope i can handle a girl like 'er, mates! Shes hot to tha' touch!" I knew the alcohol had gotten me way over my head, but hearing something like that? I ignore the last bit of my sobriety, raise my glass up high, and shout. "It wont be him doing the handlin'!!" And with that I wrap an arm around argos neck, slide down just enough and give him a rather heated, and entirely hearfelt kiss.
 
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