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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

"No, no... maybe the deer had something funny in its blood, which might explain the fact that it ran at us. I don't know. I'm just going to rest. Then maybe tomorrow we should leave." For some reason she kept coming back to them leaving.
 
"Em, I'm not sure if we should leave yet. You've never wanted to leave a job before. Just get some rest and we'll figure it out later." Callum said as he began to remove his armor.
 
"Alright." She took off her armor, and helped him remove his, then cuddled up next to him to sleep. She had difficulty with her headache, but soon she was able to drift off.
 
Callum rested beside his wife and found his mind wondering for a few hours after Em had fallen asleep. Luckily though, he did manage to get some rest before the sun rose the next morning. When Callum got up, he began his daily routine of putting on his rather bulky armor.
 
In the morning, Emmalia helped Callum with his armor, then her own. When they went downstairs, a note was waiting for them from the priest, saying that someone had confessed and that they were to meet him by an old forge after night fell, when it would be dark and nobody would recognize the priest. For the rest of the day, Callum and Emmalia spent checking in with the Guards again and the like, but not really doing anything much. However, Emmalia kept having intrusive thoughts cross her mind, and repeatedly found herself holding onto Callum's arm the way that she did when she was nervous or unsteady. Why she felt so on-edge and foggy-headed, she didn't know, but she didn't like it at all.
 
Callum had kept a close eye on Emmalia all day, and tried a few things to bring up her mood at the very least, but it didn't seem to do much. Eventually they went to the location the priest told them of.
 
Being night, it was rather dark when they arrived. Emmalia, unsure of the location chosen, kept a hand on the hilt of her shortsword and followed Callum's lead. When they arrived, they found a man waiting for them, one who was not the priest. However, he smiled and with a charming voice, said, "Ah, you've arrived! Fantastic. I've been waiting a while to meet you both."

For some reason em couldn't punoiint, her headache got worse and her mind got cloudier, so she put her hand on Callum's arm and tried to partially hide behind him. With each word the man said it got harder for her to think clearly.
 
Callum could tell something was wrong with Emmalia ever since yesterday, but now it was definitely not just a mild pain anymore. Callum got the message and stood in front of her protectively. "Who are you? And why have you been wanting to meet us?"
 
"Oh, warlord Callum Benjamin Cross, names really don't matter. But you're both very interesting people, you see! I wish the circumstances were different of course. You're just awful stubborn, even your wife is too. Isn't that right, Em?" Emmalia whimpered in pain and clapped her hands over her ears.

The man continued, "I hate hurting you both like this, but I did send warning which you both ignored. You cannot say that I didn't warn you."

To Callum's view, the man disappeared - he had only ever been an illusion. Behind Callum, he reappeared, but it was the actual man himself. He grabbed Emmalia's wrist and pulled her toward him. Immediately she stiffened, muttering, "No, out, please, stop," for a moment. She closed her eyes, then opened them and looked at Callum as if he were a stranger.

The man said, "Emmalia, dear, why don't you do me a favor, and kill Callum." Em nodded and drew her sword, immediately jumping at Callum and knocking him to the ground.
 
Callum had pulled his sword from its sheath the second he disappeared, and was expecting the man to attack him - not his own wife. He was knocked over easily due to his surprise, and didn't try fighting back for a moment. Instead, he attempted to hold back Emmalia's arms to keep her from hitting him.
 
It was smart that Cal did that, since in the time it took for her to lunge, she had put on her lion gauntlet. But still, she was in a frenzy, and her attacks were wild - uncoordinated and powerful. At one point she managed to get in a hit with her sword, denting the armor over his shoulder, but she quickly pulled back, getting off the ground and standing so she could attack again.

The man had already turned around and started walking away.
 
Callum stood as well, readying his sword for Emmalia's next attack. He wasn't going to use it to hurt her - he never would. But he needed something to be in the way of Emmalia's weapons, and he'd prefer it to not be him. Callum was at least glad Emmalia was a humanoid, so he'd have a fighting chance. "Emmalia, whatever that mage did to you, you need to snap out of it. It's me, Callum!"
 
Emmalia didn't hear his words. She dove in for him, her shortsword going under his blade to push it out of the way while her gauntlet ed hand went for his throat.
 
Callum wasn't prepared for her parry, but his adrenaline surged hum forward and pushed Emmalia back when she attempted to get closer with her weapon. His arm was long enough to keep her fists from getting to him, and he used his sword arm to keep her shortsword from stabbing him. "Emmalia, stop this. Work with me here, that must be the guy doing all of this! We need to stop him!"
 
Em twisted away from him, landing on the ground. She lunged in to bit his arm, severely denting his armor, but pulling away with a yelp. This didn't deter her, though. She again went to claw at his throat, this time from the side.
 
Callum could feel the metal bending around his arm when Emmalia tried to bite him, but luckily it did it's job and stopped him from getting hurt. When she came at him from the side, he used his sword to deflect hers, then knelt down as she came closer with her fist, and abruptly lifted Em up and threw her to the ground (as gently as he could in the situation). "I'm sorry Em," Cal said, and abruptly began to run in the direction the mage went.
 
Emmalia got up as quickly as she could and chased after him, tackling him from behind. As they went down, Callum's armor protected him from his fall, but Em's arm got pinned under him. Still, she managed to move to bite his neck from behind, but immediately she pulled away with a screech, her hand going to cover her mouth.
 
Callum grunted as they hit the ground, knocking the wind out of him. When he regained his mobility, he stood, looking down at Emmalia. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He asked, momentarily forgetting she was trying to kill him.
 
Emmalia spat out the blood in her mouth - his blood - and got to her feet, turning and running away faster than he could follow. If she couldn't take him in direct combat, she would have to surprise him.
 
Callum put his hand to his neck, watching Emmalia run away. He didn't have time to go after both her and the mage, so after a moment of thinking, he turned to go in the direction the mage went in.
 
Emmalia was also headed in a similar direction, occasionally stopping and holding her head in pain. For a few moments she could fight off the mage's influence, but no longer than that, before it came back worse. During one of these times a guard stopped her, putting his hand on her shoulder and asking if she needed help. Emmalia lost control again, and ripped out the guard's throat with her clawed gauntlet, then started running towards the mage again. Since she had failed to kill Callum, she would have to protect the mage now.

Knowing where the mage was, she got there well before Callum. A woman was tied up in an alleyway, and the mage had evidently been waiting for Emmalia. At the mage's bidding, she took off her gloves. The mage gave her a dagger made of silver, which burned her hands to hold, and made her slot the woman's rhroat, then let her drink the blood. He had no intention of letting her go, even after Callum was dealt with,so he figured that he might as well give her human blood - maybe then she could kill Callum.
 
Callum had made his way through the alleys in an ettempt to find the mage, and when he turned down the corner to find both him and Emmalia, he sighed heavily. "Whatever you're doing to my wife, stop it now! I might let you live if you do!" Callum said, withdrawing his sword again.
 
Emmalia's head perked up hearing Callum's voice. She turned to him with blood still on her face and seemed a bit confused. The mage gestured to Em, who picked up the silver blade again. Her hands were shaking from the pain of holding it, and black blood started dripping from her hands. She brought the blade up to her throat. He said, "Let me leave, and I'll let her live. And if you think I can't make her do that?" Again he gestured to Em, and she held the flat part of the blade against her collarbone, burning herself until black blood started flowing, then she brought the blade back to her throat.
 
"No! Stop!" Callum said, holding his hand out. "Leave her be! Just go!" Callum said, the absolute devotion to Emmalia forcing his hand. "If you hurt her again I will kill you!" His sword hand gripped the hilt tight.
 
The mage smirked and walked past Cal, then ran down the street into the night. It began raining as he ran, slowly rinsing the blood from Emmalia's face and hands. Once the mage was far enough away, she dropped the dagger, black blood now dripping profusely. For the moment, she didn't seem inclined to attack him, nor to run from him, but there was no way to be sure how long that would last.
 

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