Take Back the Crown

Lucasta smiled. "You'll be scouting ahead, or stealing from the enemy. Your skills could come in handy for multiple reasons." She explained. "For now though, you'll just tag along until we come across something that you'd be able to accomplish."

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Valeiah dropped back down from the tree again, checking the items in her bag to make sure they were there. She didn't expect him to steal from her, since she didn't have anything necessarily important, but she thought it good to check anyways.
 
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Lucasta crossed her arms. "So, I guess you'll have to know our 'quest' to join this company." She said. "We're on a mission to save Algoran. To get the crown and to dismiss the demons from this world." She explained. "I am the princess, and my brother Lucas is... Sleeping."

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"Thank you... For getting my necklace back." Ayda said to Yaroslav, seeing the mans agitation. Normally she would try to distract someone from what was bothering them and then solve their problem herself, but this was entirely different.


"Please don't mind the newcomer. I'm sure.... That the others will keep an eye on him." Ayda said unsurely, trying to reassure Yaroslav even though she had no idea what to think of the situation herself.


Ayda gripped the necklace in her hand tightly, glancing at Hjalmar.


"..."


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Oceana nodded to the princess before rummaging around in the bag for her things. Once she had retrieved them, she put on the harness for her daggers loosely... And flung her hunting knife straight in Hjalmar's direction. It missed him by a hairsbredth and lodged itself in tree just a few paces past him.


She glared hard at him,her eyes holding the gelid nature of entire glaciers.


"Touch my things again" the elf maiden growled, "And I'll skin you."


Her eyes narrowed further


"Human."


Not waiting for a reply she strode gracefully to retrieve her knife and back to her tent to get ready.


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'Doesn't this situation strike you as quite familiar?' Garrett asked Dorian.


'Please, never again remind me of that time.' He sighed, remembering one of his jobs that went horribly, hilariously wrong. He always blamed it for being drunk at the time. 'Though I do like this thief already. He reminds me of my younger brother.'
 
Thora had watched as they freed the thief and took her leave. He hadn't taken anything of hers, for she had few possessions: her bow and her arrows (which she had found where she left them surprisingly; he must have been tackled before he got to them). The business of the thief offered her little interest. So she found her beautiful steed and led him down to the riverside. As she pet his mane, she realized that this beautiful creature was also in her possession and she would have been saddened if she lost him.


As the creature drank, she slipped out of her shoes and waded into the water (caring not that her dress would be soaked). She undid her braid and rinsed out her loose, wavy hair. She watched as the two flowers she had picked the day before fell out of her hair and floated away. She followed them with her eyes until they had disappeared from sight.
 

Yaroslav grunted in response. He appreciated the attempt, but couldn't get himself to calm down. Perhaps it would be better to leave, so he departed from the group before he lost his temper. He would try to find a quiet place to sit down and calm himself, though they would be leaving for Valer soon, and he would be forced to ride alongside the rat of a thief.

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Hjalmar didn't even flinch as the dagger flew past his face, he looked behind him at the tree it stabbed, wiping his nose, "Noted." He said with a dimpled grin returning his gaze to the cold glaring elf maiden. He turned his attention to the princess as she explained their quest, and the likely part he had to play in it. "Well, my royal highness," Hjalmar said, "We have a deal." He retrieved his bag that everyone had been rummaging through for their things, picked it up and dumped it's contents into the back of Svetlana's wagon to emphasize how the promise of gold had bought his loyalty, at least for the time being. There was always the possibility that they were lying, and that they did not intend on upholding their end of the bargain. But in Hjalmar's experience, nobility were usually the honorable ones, keeping their words and never breaking promises. He wiped his hands and licked his lips, "I suppose we're headed to Valer first then?" He said, eyeing the horses. It had been a long time since he had ridden one, and an even longer time since he had joined a company on a quest-- er, he had never actually done that. But it was new, and exciting so he was anxious to take part.


One would wonder why he would go through so much trouble just to get his debt paid, fighting demons and going through dangerous savage lands hardly seemed worth it. But Hjalmar happened to be in debt to a particularly barbaric man, and the longer he went unpaid, the more dangerous he became. Hjalmar sometimes thought that he had already done his fair share, his debt should have already been more than atoned for, but there was no cutting ties with this person unless he said so. If a princess was involved, she would have halls filled to the brim with gold and gems, perhaps then it would be enough, and he'd finally be released from his agreement. Hjalmar probably would have chosen the path of an adventurer or a mercenary if he was given the privilege to choose, just like the folk in this dysfunctional group. But sadly, neither one of those jobs payed nearly enough gold he needed to appease his "master's" ire.

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He must think he's cute with that cheeky attitude of his, Phaedra rolled her eyes. He was certainly amusing and she knew that there was no way that she could be bored of Hjalmar. She felt fairly secure in the business relationship established, unlike many in her party, and believed that he would keep his word, at least until something better came along... And she severely doubted that anything better than a princess would show up.

Still, she found it a little curious that he would risk his life to pay off this debt. Either it was a terrifyingly large amount of gold that he owed, or he was caught in some vicious loan shark's grasp and couldn't shake him off. Even with either one of those scenarios that her mind brewed, Phaedra was still left with some doubt. It was information that she would eventually have to coax out of the rogue.

"I'm sure you'll find your place here, Hjalmar. I appreciate you not destroying my staff for the focus stone." Phaedra spoke almost dismissively despite her keen interest in Hjalmar. It was a strange thing, simultaneously displaying fascination and aloof behavior. "I am Phaedra. I'm sure we will get along fine."

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Once Valeiah was sure that none of her items with their own importance to her were all safe in their places– wait, a little stone was missing. That was the most important thing to her. She looked panicked for a moment but then she found it in her bag and all was good. She slung her bag over her shoulder and glanced back over at the theif. She was curious about his debt.
 
Interesting, thought Pip, who was still in the peach bag held by the sleeping prince @A Simple Egg .


The boisterous sounds from outside the tent were loud enough for the stone imp to hear. Transforming his stone arm to open the bag a bit, the statue immediately recognized the thief @Lo Alyssa . Pip had once seen his thieving skills first hand from up on the tower of Brink. It was only for a brief moment but, even back then, Pip found the robber to be an intriguing fellow.


What are the odds! the stone imp said in his mind with an ever so slight grin. So his name is Hjalmar. The worlds most skilled thief- at least in my opinion. Captured by a princess... Heh! What a fortuitous occurrence! I will remember this day with joy... Joy? That's strange. Joy! I like that emotion.


Slimy drool covered Gore's lips as she lay asleep in a shrub near the camp sight. A twig was lodged in her sharp jaws as her teeth chattered from every breathe she took. The imp captain had hidden in the thick shrubbery, after she following Anya @QueenSaiko and Yaroslav @Lo Alyssa back to their camp. She awoke, not from the thunderous ruckus the thief had caused but from a voice entering her head. The voice was that of an imp in deep thought.


Rrrr! Huh? Who's that? Gore said in her mind.


Darting her head from out of the shrub, the imp cautiously searched for the direction of the imp. Sensing the thoughts were coming out of a tent in the camp, Gore perceived that the imp was thinking to himself from inside of a sack. Assuming the worsted, Gore stupidly believed that the imp was being held prisoner by the group.


Monsters! growled Gore.


The imp, using her telepathic power, called out to Pip.


Oi, can ya' hear me?!


Pip quickly morphed back to his rock form, after hearing the foreign voice invading his mind.


Don't get scared. I ain't your enemy. I'm an imp too.. I can save ya' from these monsters... Can't ya' talk? We ain't got all day! What the..?


Pip, with all of his mental capabilities, kept his mind clear of all thoughts. Sweat dripped from out of his rocky forehead from the strain. It was a laborious undertaking for him but it would keep the telepathic imp out. Maybe...


That does it! thought Gore in frustration. You brought this upon yourself!


Using her ability to their highest potential, she broke Pip's mental barrier with relative ease. The stone imp's hard exterior changed instantly into soft imp flesh. Pip's body curled up into a fetal position from the agonizing, telepathic attack.


Stop that! the now fleshy imp cried out in pain.


There! the imp captain said in triumph. Now ya' have to talk to me! Hold it... Pip?! Is that you, Pip? My gosh. I ain't seen ya' since Kavacht's last council meeting! He he! How are ya doing?! How your spying job going? Well? Ha! I'm so happy to talk to ya' again!


Pip groaned in annoyance at the unintelligent utterances coming from Gore's mouth. He always hated the sound of her voice.


Why are you hear Gore?!


Why? I'm gonna kill the filth that murdered our people! With the both of us together now, this will be easy. An imp on the inside, HA! Alright now! Give me a sec to figure out a plan for us. I'll tail these monsters while you keep me in the know about their plans. This is gonna be fun! Sweet revenge!


I am merely an observer Gore; I will not kill anyone.


Rrr. I ain't asking ya' to kill. Just tell me all of their weaknesses so I can get some revenge for them killin' my sister.


Organ? Pip said in shock. She's death? ...I- I am sorry... Truly and deeply sorry. She was a good imp. *Sigh*


Yes, Gore said as a tear fell from her eye. She was! But with your smarts and my strength will get our revenge. I'm gonna find a better hiding spot. The group may leave any moment. Stay on the lookout Pip!


As Gore searched for a better hiding spot, Pip pondered his predicament. This was bad. Gore was a blood thirsty creature. Even with her stupidity, she seriously harm the team. Lucas and the others were in trouble and if Gore read Pip's mind at the wrong moment she might even try to kill the stone imp.


I must not get involved! This group's safety is not my responsibility... What am I to do?


Pip's flesh slowly transformed back into stone and buried himself in the bag. Hopefully no one had noticed his transformation...
 
Ayda sighed.


'What a stubborn man. Reminds me a little of Lucy. Maybe I should leave him be...' Ayda thought to herself, before smiling at Yaroslav.


"I'll see you later, alright?... Ah, that's right... Do you all want breakfast? I'll be happy to make some for you all..." Ayda turned to the rest of the group surrounding the strange and new thief Hjalmar.


"...." Ayda shifted akwardly, regretting asking the group of people that.


'Ayda why must you do this.


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The princess watched as Hjalmar put all of the stolen goods back into the wagon. Now she was a little more 'okay' with him coming along. She turned and headed towards her tent and went inside, finding a sleeping Lucas, hugging the back with the stone imp inside. She knelt beside Lucas and ruffled his hair, tring to wake him up. "Come on, Lucas. We need to get leaving." She smiled. Suddenly she heard a strange crackling sound from the bag Lucas held. She was confused, perhaps it was one of those exploding rocks that Svetlana gave to him. Lucasta took the bag from him, and peered inside. She only found the stone imp. She shrugged and grabbed some of her things from the tent. She went to a wagon, and put the bag and her things into it. She went back to wake up Lucas, then packed the tent and also stored it into a wagon.

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"Ah yes," Hjalmar said, realizing the staff had belonged to this odd Phaedra person, "My teacher had told me never to try removing focus stones." He said with a laugh, "His previous teacher tried, to make a long story short, it imploded and he died. It was too much to lug around anyway, and what would be the point in damaging a fine piece of treasure?" He said shrugging. He chuckled at the fact she had thanked him for almost stealing something and deciding not to, usually people would glare and try to arrest him. "This group is certainly full of strange people." He commented, raising an eyebrow as he glanced around at everyone, "How did you meet them?" He asked curiously, wondering if they had started out small and just kept accumulating more oddities as their journey progressed. What did that make him? Probably another oddity that got sucked into their quest by accident.

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"Ah! Yes!" Svetlana exclaimed, "I'm starving dear Ayda, how kind of you to offer." She truly was thankful, considering their cook stomped off into the woods again. "Here, let me show you all the food and ingredients we have." She said, pulling Ayda to the wagon.

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"Hey! Don't call me strange! I hear you over there!" Valeiah glared at him. "I'm as normal as normal can get!" Besides the fact that she had powers to heal stuff. Yeah totally normal. Normal in her world, at least.


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(Sorry for disappearing, I was at school)


Many years of wandering had given Nameen some experince with the theives of various skill. Her sword, probably her most prized possession, remained sheathed and gripped tightly between both of her hands while she slept, just in case a need arose for her to use it. The few coin she carried was hidden in her thick cloak, which she lay on top of Other than this, Nameen did not normally carry anything a theif would desire.


Nameen's system had proven itself against Hjalmar's raid of the camp. When the others were aroused by the commotion, they very quickly discovered many of their treasured items to be missing. When Nameen had woken, she'd found nothing misplaced, but had gone outside to see what was going on anyways. While the others were angry and distrustful towards the new member of their company, Nameen was annoyed that she'd been woken earlier than she would have preferred. As she commenced to disassemble her area of the camp, she sent tired looks at Hjalmar, who clearly thought he was quite the charmer.
 
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"A-Ah ok!" Ayda was startled when Svetlana suddenly pulled her into the wagon, nearly losing her balance but being the fast reacting person she was, Ayda quickly recovered.


"So, what type of food would you like, Miss?" Ayda asked politely, brushing a hand through her long black hair.


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"That snake is going to be the death of us all! I dinnae trust him a lick" Oceana huffed as she angrily rolled and stuffed her bed roll into her pack. Next came her tools. They jangled as she dumped them in.


She stopped to take a breath and noticed her hands were shaking. Hard.


He snuck through all of our tents. What if he had been an assassin? We could have been killed. I would be dead.


She froze.


The princess would be dead.


The raven-haired elf clenched her head in her hands, teeth grit so hard she feared they would crack apart.


I've been so sloppy. I can't afford to be distracted anymore


Steeling herself against her own emotions, she dawned a mask of threatening indifference and stepped out to break down her tent.


She would keep an eye on all of them, watching and listening to every move. Every sound.


New friendships were out of the question.
 
Garrett went off to pack his tent and other few belongngs while Dorian flew off to perch on one of the wagons, curiously watching the thief.


'You think this means they'll be okay with me being here?' Dorian asked the mage, refering to the fact that he had first chosen to hide under his hawk form to avoid being accidentaly recognized.


'I think it depends on the fact if you had murdered any of their family. Or if they're swayed by the bouty you have after yourself. You're quite infamous.' He answered.


'Assassinated, not murdered. And it's not me who has a bouty, it's the mask they know me by.' He grumbled, but understood the point Garrett was making: 'Don't risk it.' 'But feathers are getting annoying. And I'm starting to think more like beast than man.'
 
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"Oh? 'Strange people'?" Phaedra found his observation incredibly entertaining. She wondered what gave it away? Was it the floating blue woman, or the incredibly tall man, or perhaps the dryad? Though the topic still tickled her pink, she chose not to pursue it. She was still hesitant to be too familiar with her other companions, at least not enough to reveal that she does have a sense of humor.

"How I met them?" She was pleasantly surprised by having questions directed at her at first, but she had the odd feeling that Hjalmar wouldn't reciprocate if she chose to ask questions of her own. The excitement faded rather quickly at the thought, so it was quite easy to conceal something that wasn't there. "I was simply travelling down the road. I had heard the rumors of the princess gathering warriors, but I thought they were just that. I encountered the entire group shortly before we were attacked by imps."

Phaedra shrugged. He wanted to talk strange, but Hjalmar had a far stranger encounter than she had. Despite her lineage, she and her entire life was remarkably mundane, at least for a student of the arcane arts. Then again, it was likely because she lived a very isolated lifestyle growing up.

"And what exactly were you doing prior to finding us, hm?" She decided to shoot a question back at him, easing into the interrogation. Phaedra had plenty of time to get to know the rogue and it didn't seem that many others in the group were too pleased with him.

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"Awe!" Svetlana said as she rummaged through her supplies, "No need to call me miss, you don't have to be so formal." She grabbed a basket full of small dough-like rolls. "We don't have much time this morning, we need to get moving. So I think I'll use these. I made them myself, all you have to do is squirt a single drop of water on them and they grow into loaves of bread!" She said picking one of them up, "Quick and easy. Would you mind fetching some water at the river for me?" She asked sweetly.

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Hjalmar's eyebrows raised at her answer, and he laughed, "That explains the charred bodies I nearly tripped over on the road! So you and your friends were responsible for that, eh?" He was impressed, this was a powerful group indeed.
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When Phaedra pried about what he was doing before attempting to rob them blind, he gave her a smile, pulling out the golden pot from his satchel, "I was snatching this beauty." He said. It was apparent to everyone that he was a thief, so he didn't need to worry about concealing his... ventures. So he was quite open about it. "It's a family heirloom, I was hoping to find a fence who could buy it from me for a price. It previously belonged to a rich family in Brink, who idiotically advertised it, practically inviting every thief to come take it." He said, "I find it funny that people show things off in such a way and yet be surprised to find it missing the next day." He chuckled, slinking the pot back into his satchel. Maybe he still had a use for it.

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Valeiah was hungry. She looked over at Svetlana and Ayda. It looked like they were making food or something of the sort.
 
Thora climbed out of the water, drenched from head to toe. She didn't mind the feeling, it reminded her of being in the rain. She spun around and dropped to the ground, letting the grass tickle her legs and neck. She didn't need to eat breakfast, she would just bask in the sun by the sound of the rippling water. Besides, the sunbathing would help dry her quicker.
 
Ferrix seemed to be in utter disbelief, did they just hire a thief? That was just irrational but he didn't want to question them- it might turned out to be a good idea and the thief won't stab them in the back. Either way, Ferrix wasn't going to trust the man anytime soon.


He headed back in his tent, to dress up properly since he did just rushed outside in his shirt because of the commotion.
 
Hunter had not noticed the other dryad that sat by the river as he walked out of a tree, stepping through the bark into the air. He sat down at the riverbank, watching the water flow, sure that there was no-one there to see him.


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