Author: Caranthir, Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2018 12:50 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
He gave a weary smile, but he was scowling at the turn of events underneath. If a certain someone had told him that this might involve a life-or-death situation, he would have planned things better. "Yes, now I look on it that seemed to be it's fatal weakness. But it was still nearly impervious to everything else otherwise." Sighing, he was ready to resume his sleep. "Agreed…my work here is done, fortunately. I personally hope to never encounter anything like last night ever again. Oh, though I suppose having it help you was a good thing." Drake luckily was oblivious to the fact that Auron had only thought of him as a distraction for that creature back when they were trying to stay alive. Just as his eyelids were growing heavy, Drake asked him another question.
"What ever happened to the carriage driver?"He shrugged. "Who knows? I didn't get a good look at the man before he drove off. Hopefully he's sleeping the night off in a ditch somewhere." Most likely he was dead, by Auron's assumptions. The woman had left her room after calling room service, and who knew what she had done before they fought her off? He was too tired to give the other man insight into his own thoughts. Once he was feeling less exhausted, he'd take the first airship out of here. Unbeknownst to Drake, Auron had kept the tattered garment that belonged to the she-demon. That acquaintance of his would probably find some use for it, and maybe it would be enough to get her to tell him about why she had sent him on this job. "A few more minutes…then I'll have to force myself to take an airship out." Rolling over, he drifted off to sleep.
Waking up a few hours later, he checked that there was still daylight. Taking out a quill and tearing out a page from a small blank book he had in his belongings, he penned a letter to leave for Drake before leaving without him. Closing the door, he checked out of The White Stag and disappeared into the streets. Soon he was looking down at the elven kingdom from behind a window of glass, watching as the buildings of the city grew smaller with each passing moment. With a new disguise and pseudonym, he was heading back towards Iria. From there he'd take a short trip back to meet up with the one who gave him this request and get some answers.
The note he left behind for Drake was in clear and florid handwriting.
'I am sorry to leave without a word, but I've some urgent business to attend to. Thank you for helping me fulfill what should have been an impossible task, and for having faith in me. I unintentionally dragged you into this mess, so it should be fair that I at least pay you for your troubles. Hopefully we'll meet under better terms! Though it might be just as unlikely for us to cross paths again. Oh and a word of advice, don't keep all your coin in an easily noticeable pouch. You'll get robbed in Vilpamolan if you go out like that.' The note was unsigned, but it was easy to guess who the author was. Underneath his hand was a small sum of silver, as if someone had moved him while he wasn't aware and hid the money there. The other bed was already made, and the elf he knew as Caranthir was gone.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2018 12:01 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
The tension that rake felt eased.
Oh, good. That's good… He let out a deep sigh of relief, and let out a small chuckle. "So…whatever it was, it was weak to the sunlight. We really lucked out on that one." He closed his eyes again, leaning his head against the wooden wall. "Well. All is well, then," he uttered. "Though, we should probably leave, just as well. After last night, I'd rather not stay here again." He smiled.
"Ya know, that's probably the worst fight I've ever been in. I'm not even sure how we survived, to be honest." Drake opened his eyes, and looked down at his hands, remembering how they had changed. "It was pure chance that I discovered how to do this, and that I was able to push myself this far." He looked back to the elf. "In a weird way, I guess I should say thanks for helping me improve. Even it was a near death experience for the both of us." He laughed, "Though, I'd honestly rather not do anything like that again…" He closed his eyes again, yawning.
"Say…Caranthir. What ever happened to the carriage driver?"
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2018 11:19 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Auron heard something, or someone call out and shake him. He frowned, and tried to return to his sleep when they disturbed him again. Grumbling, he reluctantly turned over to face whoever was bothering him. "A few more minutes…" Seeing it was Drake, he quickly pulled himself together despite his tiredness. "Hm? Oh…what is it? What time is it now?" He covered his mouth as a yawn escaped. Sitting up he took a few moments to process what was being asked of him. "She's gone…a pile of ashes now." Yawning again he rubbed his eyes as he shook the sleep from his eyelids. Now less drowsy, he saw Drake was seriously concerned about what had happened the night before. Clearing his throat, he decided to give him a little peace of mind.
"She's dead–whatever she was. You probably missed it all, but we were very lucky. After you stabbed her, she started screaming bloody murder. I thought it was from the pain, but then the sun came out." Giving a pause for dramatic flair, and to cover another yawn, he then continued. "Anyways, you won't believe what happened next. As soon as morning came, her body started breaking and falling apart like cheap clay. Her blood even evaporated too when the sun shone on it. I can't wrap my head around it. Before you woke up, I cleaned up anything that was left over. The most they'll know is that a customer walked out without a word, and somebody tried to kidnap one of their staff."
Author: Firesong, Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2018 10:48 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
It was far too dark for Drake's liking. Everything felt immeasurably too heavy. He tried to lift his arms, move his legs, stretch his wings. Oh. That's right. Wings. I have those now. His eyes slowly drifted open, meeting the afternoon sun from the room they had rented. Afternoon? His heart skipped a beat, and he bolted up. Immediately, he regretted the decision, as the room started to spin, his vision distorted. He swallowed hard, resisting the urge to empty what little contents remained in his stomach.
Everything was starting to hurt, which was a good sign. He wasn't dead. Caranthir must have brought them back into the room. He glanced over to see the elf passed out on the other bed. Well…we're both alive. That's a plus… He groaned, pulling himself to the edge of the bed. He went to hold his head in his hands, only to realize they were still covered in slick black scales. Dragon scales. He closed his eyes, and with immense concentration, his arms shifted back to their human form.
Now…the wings… Nothing.
I must not have the stamina… He tried to stand up, and immediately fell over.
Strike that. Definitely don't have the stamina. He pulled himself back onto the bed, and leaned against the wall, still in a sitting position. His eyes drifted shut again, threatening sleep.
No. No wait. Not yet… His eyes sprung open.
That's right. What happened to that….that thing?He could hear hurried steps and voices, but no real panic. By now they would have found the room, torn to pieces and partially burned. But past that…would there be anything else? Would they know to question Drake and Caranthir?
"Oi…Caranthir. Wake up…" Drake said, his voice rasping. "What happened?"
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2018 9:40 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Fatigue and exhaustion from burning through his magic with rapid casts in succession were taking their toll. Auron was feeling worse than when he had spent an entire night drinking at one of the best establishments in Mamlak. He was relieved to see Drake still capable of moving, and he helped pin the squirming body down when his own magic blade was giving out. The severed head of the woman was babbling and screeching at the top of her voice.
"I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL YOU!!!" That calm and self-satisfied attitude was replaced with insane rage. Her blood was pooling around her body, and finally light broke over the horizon. Just when hope was about to give out, the woman's head gave a blood-curdling scream. Rage gave way to incoherent shrieking as her body tried to get away, to escape into the fading darkness.
When morning finally arrived, something even more shocking than everything they had seen tonight happened. As soon as daylight touched the headless body, the skin began to crack its flesh began to crumble. In a matter of seconds, that nigh-invulnerable body of hers was rapidly turning into dust!
"NO NO NO NO!!! I'M NOT READY TO GO! I'M NOT READY TO–" With fear in her eyes, sunlight fell upon her head as it broke apart. Even her own blood soon vaporized in the rays of the sun. The heady stench of her bewitched blood dissipated as the dawn of a new day cleansed the ground where they had almost died.
A peaceful silence washed over the streets of Endapano as the horrors of the night had ended. Coughing, Auron pushed himself to his feet. Using what little magic he still had left, he changed his appearance to match the elven guise he had worn before. It was better if he didn't give Drake any reason to suspect him, now that the danger was over. "I never thought…that I'd be so happy to see the sun." The traces of the battle were almost gone, and he limped over to where Drake was. Picking up his own dagger from the disintegrating ash, he collected any other belongings that were Drake's or his before helping Drake up with difficulty. "Come on…can't let them see us at the scene like this." All that was left was the remains of the she-demon's tattered clothing. By the time people were awake, he had moved any remaining evidence elsewhere.
After resting, he mustered the power to teleport him and Drake back to their room. Letting go of the partially-transformed man, he fell onto the bed with a wheeze. Physical labor was not something he was used to. When he could breathe again, he downed the drink he had been saving in one go and passed out.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2018 7:07 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Drake swayed as he stood up, but Caranthir's instructions were ringing loud and clear in his head.
Move. He ran to where he had dropped his blades, picking them up with a quick sweeping motion. With a powerful thrust of his wings, he pushed himself in the direction of the vile woman and where she lay scrambling, pinned by the blade of light. Drake slammed his first blade through the core of her body, pinning her to the ground. For a moment, he leaned into the blade, putting his entire weight into it as he almost passed out, his body threatening to give out yet again.
Not yet. He growled, shaking off the fatigue and numbness, and pushed off the blade, forcing it just a little deeper into the ground. With his other sword in hand, he set to hacking off the limbs of the now grotesque woman. At this point, her blood-perfume had more than permeated the area, and Drake was running on nothing but instict without truly feeling the weight behind his attacks. He would more than likely have to get checked after this, to make sure there wasn't permanent nerve damage due to whatever was in the woman's blood.
"Why. Won't. You. Just. Die. Already!" Drake yelled in anger, which surprised even himself. Every strike was making a cut, and her regeneration had slowed to a complete crawl. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if they would end up all dying by the end of the night.
By the end of the… His eyes widened, and he looked up. The sky was beginning to brighten.
Damn it. If the people here come into the streets… He let out another flurry of strike.
"Just. Give. Up. And. Die!" Drake growled. But his hand would no longer hold his sword, and it merely fell to the side. His body gave way to the poison once more, and fell back.
Did….did we do enough?
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2018 11:45 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
With her attention off of him and back onto Drake, he had to act fast. If either of them died, then it would be all over. Nobody would know that there was a monster lurking the streets, and there would be more victims. He wasn't caring about the potential victims that might come after them should they fail, but he did mind if someone was making a struggling place worse. She was just another one of those leeches that grew too greedy and was eating more than her share. People who treated the lives of people like food were worse than scum. She had to die. "I'll think of something, hang in there Drake." He muttered as he took this chance to get behind the witch. With a hastily-formed arc of light, he swung as hard as he could. The light cleaved through her neck, lopping her head off the rest of her body. Following up with a swift kick, he tried to prevent the pieces from reuniting together.
The body was still moving, trying to wring Drake's throat. But realizing her current situation, she dropped him and was trying to regain her head. Even with that unholy amount of regenerative power, her field of vision was limited to what she could see. So she couldn't tell that Auron was still nearby as she was so wholly preoccupied with finding where her head had fallen. He kept telling himself that this was fine, that he wasn't actually committing murder. She was still alive–technically, just dismembered. She could still speak and move even when she was in pieces. He was doing the world a service. Pinning her down with another construct of light, he impaled her from the back. The body was still writhing, and he had to back away as the arms tried to swipe at him.
"Drake! Drake can you hear me?! Get up! Take off the rest of her limbs! I won't be able to hold her down much longer!" Every few seconds he glanced up to make sure the head was too far away for it to reach its body. She was breaking free, so he torched her to buy a few more minutes of time. Although her head and body were in two parts, she still screamed in response to her body's injuries. While they fought for their lives, they didn't notice the moons in the sky fade as dawn steadily approached.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2018 2:02 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Drake could barely move, but he could hear the fight around him. It seemed Caranthir was going all out, but Drake honestly couldn't tell who was winning.
Damnit. I've got to move. He closed his eyes, willing his body to move, but it simply refused. No, his mind was far too clouded, and his senses couldn't recognize the sky from the earth.
He could feel something though. A burning inside of him that wasn't there before. During the fight, it had started small, but now it was growing. He could feel something menacing, ancient. He tried to open his eyes, but when he did so, what was facing his was a great, black dragon. Drake could feel it's immense presence, the smoldering flame inside of him, waiting to be unleashed. He had torn pieces and parts of this beast and made it his own flesh, but the heart of the beast was still locked away.
Because I'm afraid I'll lose myself to it…
Drake smiled,
Now isn't the time the fret, is it? His eyes opened in reality, burning red. Despite his lack of feeling, he clambered up. He could hear Caranthir call for his help.
Can I really do it? His maddening smile hadn't faded yet.
And then it clicked.
His eyes narrowed as he saw the woman. A primal rage coursed through his blood as he felt another part of his transformation form, and before he knew it, he was on her, weaponless. He hand opened, slamming into her face, pushing her into the ground. "Burn." The draconian mana flowed through his arm, erupting into a blast of flames at point blank in her face. Once. Twice. Three times. Despite lacking any real stamina, Drake had an entire untapped pool of mana which before, he had been to afraid to utilize properly. But now, it was only a blazing rage of a dragon. Finally, the pale-haired creature had had enough, and managed to shove Drake off of it. She pounced onto Drake, her hands wrapped around his neck, her face contorted from its once previous form, leaving her wide open.
Drake was still smirking at her, even as she choked the life out of him.
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2018 1:17 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
The intoxicating fumes from her blood were getting worse with her injuries. Yet, she was still relatively unscathed. Auron had been hoping he wouldn't have to take off his disguise, but it was pointless to keep it up now. He needed the extra power maintaining the illusion was siphoning. Dropping all pretenses, his blond hair turned red while his olive eyes changed to their original golden sheen. Blasting the area with as much fire as he could pour out, his flames were burning up the blood and the fumes. The sickening smell was momentarily cleared while she had to avoid being singed. She figured Drake was done for already, and had turned her sights to him. But he had plenty more tricks up his sleeve, even without his magical guise. Casting another spell, he created several copies of himself across the area, teleporting to a new location while an illusory copy took this original place. She went for it, without thinking more of it. She must be confident to make such sloppy mistakes. The witch probably thought she'd find him eventually, and he knew that wasn't wrong.
Sending another magical blade formed from light, he impaled her through the leg, severing it and halting the blood flow oddly. It took a little longer for her to regrow it, which made him grin. Even that insane power wasn't limitless. She'd have to run out soon–and as long as she wasn't allowed to feed her reserves would be running empty. But he had to stay alert. She still wanted him dead and could easily close the gap. She rushed him again, and he teleported at the last moment to stab her with another magic blade. Horrible shrieks pierced the silent night underneath the light of the moons.
"I'LL KILL YOU AND DEVOUR YOUR FLESH!!!" She screeched. "Drake get up! She's coming after me!" Auron screamed as he made another narrow dodge. In the few seconds he had in between fleeing and attacking, he realized that she took the longest time to regenerate when she was injured by light. If only he could keep her immobile long enough to stab her through her heart. Maybe that would make her stop for good.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2018 12:42 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
It was taking every ounce of concentration Drake had to dodge her blows. They were faster than any bandit Drake had fended off, but with the activation of his draconic form, his speed and senses had been heightened beyond human levels.
But I'm still not used to this yet! Caranthir, hurry it u- He heard the elf's voice call out, and Drake immediately went on the offense, lashing out with a surprise kick.
C'mon! Just long enough for…
His blades landed a few feet to his left, and Drake immediately lunged for them, spinning around in a whirl with both blades extended. The pale haired creature, though, easily slithered beyond the reach of his swords.
Still, now…now I'm ready for a real fight! He grinned like a mad man, and started to rush the creature. Yet, he couldn't get close before she released her 'perfume.' But it was too late, Drake had already gotten to close. He leapt back, but was already coughing and sputtering.
Damn…not…not again.
The world was spinning once more for the young warrior.
C'mon. Keep a level head… She lashed out at him, but Drake managed to deflect the blow. His wings spread just enough to catch him from falling over, but not enough to keep him from stumbling back, his vision swimming.
Sense her. You can do this. Just feel her out. Anoher flurry of blows from her. Drake could only parry a few, her claws soaked with blood cutting into his scales, despite their protective quality.
Great…that can't be good for me… I have to switch to the offensive…I can't last like this.
Drake jumped back, staggering.
Now…breath. Feel the flow of mana. Feel her energy…. Drake lifted his blades, and closed his eyes. He could feel Caranthir above them, preparing to rain down flames. He heard his call to take her limbs, to not let her escape.
Like hell I'd let her escape now… She moved in to strike, but had to come from his left due to the fireballs from the elf. Drake's eyes shot open, and he dodged the blow, as if dancing around her. His blades became extensions of his arms, agile slashes cutting through her arms like paper. They dropped to the ground, and she cried out in surprise.
Drake smirked.
Immortal or not…you have to be drawing that energy from somewhere. It's simply a battle of attrition now, isn't it!" His blades cut through the air in a renewed flurry, his body dancing around her with agile spins and slashes, dancing between her own blows. With Caranthir supporting him, the two seemed to have her on the ropes.
We can do this. We can wi- The dizziness, which had been under control, suddenly worsened.
Wait…no. Damn it…I'm such an- The young man suddenly stopped his assault, and fell to his knees.
The pale-haired woman, her limbs already regrowing, smacked Drake with a partial limb, sending him to the ground.
Her blood. The more damage I cause her, the more she can spread it. I'm such a fool…but…but maybe I've worn her down enough for Caranthir to…
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2018 12:01 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Drake was still fighting, which gave him a little hope. Sending him and the monster outside the inn, he soon realized the smell of smoke was filling his lungs. The fire! He had been so focused on staying alive, and he had to make sure things didn't go straight to the Circles. Sweeping up the flames into his hands, he flung it out the window at the witch hoping it'd deal more good than harm. Running back to their room he grabbed Drake's swords and teleported himself out of the inn. "DRAKE, SWORDS!" He hoped the man could hear him. Throwing the swords down he hoped it'd buy him a little more time. The pale-haired monster was cackling with maniacal glee.
"Do you think you worms can do anything to me?! HAHAHA!!! You can't kill me! I am IMMORTAL!" From how easily she could recover, it would seem so.
She then dug her own nails into her flesh, cutting deeply and releasing rivulets of crimson blood. At once, an overpowering perfume filled the air–the same scent that she had been emanating this whole time but in greater strength. At once anyone who breathed it in would feel a dizziness and have their senses impaired. Everything was becoming clear now. All the clues falling into place. Auron teleported himself to a higher vantage point, and realized that by bringing her outside, she could escape. They had to keep that from happening at all costs! Conjuring up more flames, he sent a flurry of fire balls down towards the two hoping to bombard her and give Drake more time to wear her down. Even if she could regenerate, maybe if they forced her to use up her energy it would reach a limit. Taking a dagger from his clothes, he threw it as hard as he could at her back.
"GO FOR THE LIMBS! DON'T LET HER GET AWAY!" He shouted. The woman laughed madly and rushed Drake again.
"Here I was thinking of helping myself to a little snack, but I don't mind having an extra meal!" So she was intending to eat her victims after rendering them helpless. Not even a vampire had this level of depravity.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 11:29 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Drake could barely follow the flow of the battle while he stood there, recovering from the initial blow.
Ok… He shook his head, willing the world to stop spinning, just in time to see Caranthir separate her arm from her body. Still, even that proved to barely phase her, as she merely started to regrow another in it's place.
She keeps regenerating, but… Drake staggered up. His vision was focused again, though blood clouded his vision. A head wound.
I'll deal with it later…for now… "Caranthir! Grab my swords!" Drake glanced back, his eyes still burning red. There was no way they could continue to fight inside. The wooden inn itself was already starting to catch fire from the fight, and the limited space made it near impossible to do anything tactfully. Still, the question was how to get the creature outside.
The window. Drake growled, his voice layered with something beastly.
One of the more simple rules of combat…
Drake let out a roar, forcing his draconic form a step farther. He felt the flesh on his back rip and tear at huge wings erupted from his back, filling most of the room.
Shock and awe! Drake let out a furious battle cry, taking advantage of what he hoped would be a momentary shock at the sudden change. His plan worked, crashing into the woman and sending them both tumbling out of the window and into the street. The sudden burst of fresh air was cleansing, to say the least, and it helped clear the rest of the fog from his mind.
They hit the ground hard, Drake rolling and tucking his new dragon wings on instinct. Still, this wasn't an ideal situation. The inn might catch fire if Caranthir's flames took hold of the rest of the building. Furthermore, the transformation that Drake made took far more stamina out of him than it may have been worth. Panting, Drake stood up. In the confusion, he had lost the dagger. Sadly, the woman recovered from her shock fairly easily, and seemed to mostly brush off the fall.
Well…that didn't work anywhere near as well as I had hoped…. Drake smiled though. It was in fights like this, for some reason, that he felt the most alive. "All right, you ugly hag…" Drake called out, breathless. "Bring it on…"
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 10:30 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Seeing her throw Drake around like a doll made his fear intensify. Contrary to his pomp and bravado, Auron was
not a fighter. One hit from that she-demon and it'd be over for him. His natural instinct was to run, get away from her as fast as he could without caring for the consequences. But the other part of him reminded that if he let her be, everyone else in this inn would likely be dead by morning. What was supposed to be effective against her?! Silver, or some other holy talisman? Even getting stabbed might not be fatal, seeing how she regrew her burnt skin in seconds. This was all going very badly, worse than he could possibly imagine. He was supposed to collect information and leave, not have a run in with the target himself! "Kill her!" He shouted as he engulfed himself in flames. Now was a perfectly good example for justifiable murder, but with what they were fighting shouldn't this be self-defense?
Teleporting behind the woman, he sent another torrent of flames at her again. Right now collateral damage and property loss was the least of their concerns. He could ask his friend to clean up the mess if the inn burned down, but this monster had to die. He desperately tried everything he knew to put her down, while keeping out of her reach. She was lightning-fast, moving on to attack him after hurling Drake. Even the fire he sheathed himself in did little as she slammed him against the wall with a hand around his throat. His head was spinning, and in an impulse-reaction he conjured a blade formed from light that pierced her through her torso. There was a moment of hesitation and a slight loosening around his neck, and his hand twitched as he made the magically constructed weapon slice through her body. Her arm was severed down the to bone, and he slumped to the ground as she pulled away. Gasping for air, he watched as she began regrowing a new limb where it had been cut off. Thankfully the severed arm wasn't moving after being removed from its body.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 9:33 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
It was a strange thing to watch as Caranthir, who had made himself out to be cool-headed and collected, shift to a more panicked demeanor. Of course, it wasn't without reason, but it was heavily distracting. So distracting that Drake barely had a chance to react when the elf called for Drake, pleading him to notice what was behind him. Drake spun around, drawing his dagger, ready for a fight. His eyes widened, though, as the pale woman- no, this couldn't be a mere woman, as the creature slithered into the room, her words piercing through the once-silence like daggers.
Caranthir was quicker than Drake to react, which probably saved the young man as a blast of fire burst into the woman's face, causing her to reel. But it wasn't enough, and the creature lunged forward, but this time Drake was ready. His eyes flashed from silver to red for a moment as he deflected the blow with his dagger.
What strength! Even guarding, Drake was taken off his feet and pushed back, nearly colliding with Caranthir.
But Drake was smiling, his eyes still glowing crimson red.
I may be lousy at magic, but… Fire burst from Drake's chest, enveloping his arms, shifting his tan skin into black, draconic scales. A partial transformation was all Drake could handle at the moment, but the enhanced strength and speed, coupled with the protection the scales would offer, would prove to his benefit. Drake pushed off, launching himself at the creature with the dagger outstretched.
I'm one hell of a-
The woman seemed to move twice as fast as Drake, shifting to the the side and grabbing Drake's arm, and flinging him into the wall as if an insignificant piece of trash being discarded.
W-what is she!? he thought as he nearly blacked out from the crash, his head spinning.
How am I even supposed to fight something like this!?
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 8:30 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
They needed to get out of here right now. They had seen something they absolutely shouldn't have witnessed, and his instinct told him that this was far beyond his scope of expertise. He might be a common swindler and conman, but kidnapping was not something he approved. "She's not. But we need to get out–
now." Auron didn't care if the clerk saw them exiting the woman's room anymore. This was bad on so many levels. Shutting the drawers he had opened and fumbling to get to the door, he looked over his shoulder to see a hand with long nails grasp the lower ledge of the open window.
No, no, no! Fear came over him as the woman pulled herself into the room, and he was sure they were dead. "Drake, Drake behind you!" He hissed, eyes wide with terror.
With hair pale as moonlight and lips red as blood, the woman seemed to slither in with a sickening fluidity of motion.
"I spy a pair of little nosy mice…" Her voice dripped with deathly intent.
"Don't you know better than to enter a lady's room uninvited? I'm afraid I can't let you leave without a proper introduction." Mad bloodlust glistened in her eyes as she rushed towards them, with teeth bared and lips grinning wide! Auron's first instinct was to send a blast of fire into her face, forcing her to leap back before the flames reached her flesh. Her reflexes were ungodly, and he was trying to guess what kind of monster she was. The flames burnt a good portion of her sleeves and the lower hems of her gown, revealing a bright crimson mark on her upper thigh reminiscent of a crescent moon. Any singed parts of her skin quickly regenerated, make him blanch in horror. With the mark revealed, he put two and two together. So that was why she was able pass through the out-lands with no trouble. Not even an army could match that terrifying speed she had!
Vampire, demon, or whatever–if they didn't kill her they would be the ones killed. She must have rendered the elven woman unconscious when she received room service, and then kept her inside the wardrobe for whatever monstrous purpose she had in mind.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 7:23 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
In the time that they were forced to wait, Drake was forced to keep himself occupied with his thoughts. A lot had happened during the past several weeks, more so than just his usual wandering from place to place. It was a lot to take in, and for once, he had the downtime to actually collect his thoughts and recover. Caranthir seemed to be hyper focused on the comings and goings of the inn folk, which didn't surprise Drake in the least. This seemed to be his specialty. Honestly that should have raised into question the elf's character, but Drake was far past the point of ever doubting him on wrongdoing.
Finally, though, it was time to move. Caranthir silently moved to open the door, his motions to slick that Drake nearly missed his opportunity to follow. Not accustomed to stealth, Drake had already decided to leave his swords in the room, opting to keep his dagger in case things went wrong. The tight halls and smaller rooms wouldn't be ideal for swordplay. Drake did feel as though Caranthir was trying to avoid combat if at all possible…but it never hurt to be prepared.
Caranthir signaled to follow, but be silent. Drake nodded, and without a word slipped out of the room, close on the elf's heels. Caranthir found the room with ease due to the overpowering smell of the perfume, and motioned for Drake to stop. He seemed to look through the keyhole, as if to scout if it were safe. Without a sound, though, the elf vanished, and Drake's eyes widened in an almost panic.
Wait…where did he- Drake moved closer, and peaked through the keyhole himself.
Right. Magic. The door was unlocked, and Drake came in, the door closing behind him.
"Got it," Drake replied, and started to search. He noted that Caranthir was being careful not to touch any of the woman's belongings. It was a good idea, and the young man tried his best to follow suit. The perfume, though, was making it an utter pain to breath, and for a moment, he wondered if it was possible to die of toxic exposure to whatever the perfume was made of. Drake was checking over the bed when he heard Caranthir stumble, and he swung around, his hand reaching for the dagger.
/
Is that- Drake moved forward, beside Caranthir, making sure the elf was okay first. "Is she…?" The young man wasn't sure what to do. Dead bodies from combat were one thing, but, to potentially find one hidden in a mysterious woman's room, well…
"Please tell me she's not dead…" he whispered finally.
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 10:38 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Whatever substance the driver had been afflicted with was anybody's guess. He shrugged, and soon both of them were on the same page. When Drake said this was more than he was used to, he had to agree. Ah yes, he'd almost forgotten the food. Turning to Drake he gave a small smile. "I'll pass on the mead for now. Maybe later." If his suspicions proved false, he'd have to drink to celebrate. While he ate he was still paying attention to any sounds of movement in the hall and from the first floor. With the meal finished, he was by the door, listening. Time passed, and the hours dragged on. Gradually the noise from the halls died down as midnight steadily approached. It was difficult eavesdropping this way, but he had to make do with what he had. In his evening vigil, he noted that at least one other person in the hall of rooms had ordered room service tonight.
A hush fell over the entire inn when the late hours of the night arrived. The lights in his own room were growing dim, and he didn't hear any footsteps. Apprehension and anxiety led to hesitation, but Auron forcibly pushed those thoughts aside. He had come so far already, it would be weak of him to give up now. Just a quick peek and they'd be out–he told himself. Yes, that was all. They weren't stealing anything, so why was he so nervous? Cautiously, he turned the knob of their room's door as quietly as he could. Only when the door was open did he gradually release it to minimize the sound the mechanism would make. A furtive glance down the hall showed it was empty. He then motioned to Drake and put a hand to his lips. His face was completely serious, and not a hint of that affable demeanor was present. The smell of the perfume led him to where he believed the lady was currently residing.
Before he did anything else, he checked the keyhole and the crack under the door. Both showed the interior was dark. Either she had retired for a night's rest, or she wasn't here. He hoped it was the latter. With his knowledge of the locks for the guest rooms, he knew that once he was in he could simply unlock it from the other side. Looking again through the keyhole, he saw a sliver of moonlight cast light on the floor, and made that his point of teleportation. In a blink of an eye, he vanished from Drake's sight and was in the room. Inside, he held still as he made a quick check. He was panicking that he'd wake the woman when he noticed the window was wide open. The bed was empty, she was nowhere to be seen. Thank the gods. He unlocked the door and let Drake in, then closed it after him. "Alright, let's go through this as fast as we can. I don't know when she'll be back, or where she is right now so we need to hurry."
The stench of the perfume was overpowering in here, and it made him gag. Breathing through his mouth was all he could do as he began checking the cabinets and drawers provided by the inn. He took care not to touch the woman's belongings–as he didn't want to leave any traces of them being in here. The drawers on his side didn't have anything, and he was moving along quickly when he opened the wardrobe. What he saw in there made him back up suddenly to bang his leg against a chair. Muffling himself, he clapped a hand over his mouth as he scrambled to his feet. Inside the wardrobe was…an elf woman wrapped up in binding. The clothes she wore meant she was one of the people who was working in The White Stag.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 12:43 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Again, Caranthir seemed to be a wealth of knowledge when it came to reading into people and situations. If gave Drake a lot to think about in terms of his own inability to see past simple scams and the like, but furthermore iterated that the elf was indeed skilled at what he did.
Who? He's right. It's not about why. Making herself an easy target like that…and if it's not us, maybe… Caranthir continued on with his response, leaving Drake yet another question. "There isn't enough information to come to a conclusion as to why she would have come here, or who she would be trying to target. Which leads to the reason we're here," the young man concluded. "At least, I can't think of anything." Lastly, the elf mentioned the driver. Drake perked up to that. "No. I missed that. But…" His excitement died down. "Well…I mean, it could be anything. Poison, maybe?"
But that doesn't make a lick of sense. Why would the woman poison her own driver? Unless… "Unless the woman's target was following her from the get go, and we just missed it." Drake crossed his arms. "This is way more work than what I'm used to….Bah, I'm no good at this." He stood up and walked over to the two mugs of honey mead, and took one for himself. If Drake were even half as aware as Caranthir, he might have had the same doubts about the meal that the elf did.
He took a few sips of the mead. "It's good. You want yours?" Drake asked casually.
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 12:25 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
He held his breath when the knock turned out to be their room service. Thank goodness he had stopped talking a moment earlier. Putting on a face for the server, he was all smiles and politeness until they were gone. When he felt it was safe to resume, he answered Drake's questions. "On the contrary, I don't think it matters 'who' she is trying to convince to give chase. She might not even consider staying here long. Instead of thinking 'why would she make herself a target', try asking yourself this question: 'Who is she trying to target?'." He gave Drake some time to think before presenting a more specific question to think over. "Now ask yourself, why would someone come to a place they were not familiar with–alone–with these intentions in mind?" He was trying hard not to make himself look more suspicious than the lady across the hall. This was why he didn't like getting too close to strangers. The more you talked the more you'd spill.
"Either way, let's take a quick look and forget about it all after. Maybe it's best we don't press our luck." He was wondering if he should mention the odd behavior of the carriage driver. Perhaps, it was prudent to do so. "You know…before we went in I noticed another thing. The driver seemed a bit unsteady once the lady left. He couldn't be drunk, he drove in a straight line and made clear turns. I can't say what this all means though." He hadn't touched any of the food yet, too absorbed in his thoughts. For a moment he almost wondered if the food was something to worry about, but brushed the thought aside. That'd be ridiculous. The inn couldn't afford to have a scandal with the kingdom in this state. The stress was getting to him. Not a good sign. Maybe Drake's uneasiness was spreading onto him. "Once the night drags on, I'll keep an ear to the wall for anything out there." The door's keyhole would provide him a sliver of sight to check if anyone was about. Unless he was outside he couldn't tell when the lights were out. The best hour would be in the dead of night–past midnight.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 12:05 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Drake listened intently at the plan. It wasn't overly complicated, and it made sense to follow, which was the easy part. In theory, this plan should have completely gone against Drake's better judgement, but something was definitely afoot, and the curiosity and concern that Drake held was more than enough to overrule any moral boundaries that would normally hold one back.
It was, intriguing to say the least, for Drake to see Caranthir in a more logical state. He was smart, calculating.
Brilliant. "You said this feels too easy. Well, from what the world has taught me so far, that means it's definitely too good to be true. But, the real question then would be why? Are they intentionally making themselves an easy target? And for who? There's no way they could have anticipated you and I to take the trail. I've never seen anyone like her before, and from what I gather, neither have you. So i it's not for us, then who?" Drake crossed his arms.
It was there again. That feeling in his gut that this was more than just a coincidence. The feeling of something or someone pulling him along an invisible string…the ever guiding hand of fate leading him to some unknown destination. There was no resisting the feeling. He had no choice but to follow along, and hope for the best.
I just hope that it doesn't swallow me whole…this feeling of near helplessness. Is it really there, though…or is this just all in my head?There was a knock at the door, and Drake jumped in surprise.
Oh, right….the room service. "Just a second…"
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 11:35 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
It was nice of Drake to treat him. Perhaps in better circumstances he'd keep him on his list of friendly contacts. When they were in private, he explained in more detail. "It's rather simple. A stakeout, as people call it. I prefer calling it a waiting game. The safe choice is to wait for the lady to either leave her room, or for the lights to go out. Yes, I know it sounds worse than it truly is. But we're here to see if something is afoot, not invade someone's personal belongings." His typical pleasant smile gave way to a more calculating demeanor. Sitting in the privacy of their lodgings, he sat with his fingers interlocked and elbows resting on the table. "These locks are simple. Getting in is the easy part. However, making sure we are not seen or heard–that is the challenge. That is why I suggest waiting when the lady is out. These rooms are fairly simple, so she would naturally have to freshen up in the washrooms sometime, yes?"
This was who he really was underneath those layers of illusion and guile. He never tried pulling off something so risky without all the details, and if this was a first for Drake it was also one for him. He liked playing it safe, going with marks he was sure of succeeding with. Risk was best an idea than a reality. Even his wild lifestyle of his sordid past wasn't this dangerous. "I actually don't like the way this is going. It feels too easy. That's when you know something isn't how it looks. Hopefully it's just my conscience knocking at the door, hm?" He gave that familiar smile again. Remember, do not break character unless needed…he told himself. He was genuinely worried though and let out a sigh. "We have to make sure we go after room service for the night is over with. Can't have someone run into us on accident…"
Author: Firesong, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 11:20 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Drake watched the transaction between Caranthir and the elven clerk go down. Everything that he did was fluid and graceful, even for an elf.
I wonder what he looks like while in a fight. Of course, Drake would never directly challenge him. If there wasn't a need to battle, then Drake would rather avoid it. As the two started to leave, the elven clerk cleared his throat.
"Ah, sirs. There is a complimentary room service, if you wish. Just note that payment will be expected when your meal arrives."
Drake perked up to the notion. "Actually…could you go ahead and send up a few drinks and whatever the chef has to offer for the evening?" He looked to Caranthir, "My treat."
"Ah yes, tonight we have stewed venison with local vegetables. I recommend Honey Mead to go with it; while it may not be the best possible match, it does pair fairly well, in my opinion." Drake nodded, "That sounds good. Just send it up when you get a chance. Thank you."
As Caranthir lead the way to their rented room, Drake glanced back down the stairs.
Great. Now I'm getting paranoid. "So…what's the game plan, then?" he whispered under his breath. This was all, in an odd way, exhilarating, even if he wasn't cut out for the type of role.
But at least it's an experience I can talk about.
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 10:50 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
"If you insist, I won't impose." They were inside, and the lady was just heading up the stairs. Her lips were reddened with rouge, and her skin looked like fine china from what he could see. That perfume had an almost warming, intoxicating feel to it. He was starting to feel lightheaded. Thankfully that feeling faded as she was out of sight.
"Hello sirs, how may I be of service?" The elven clerk addressed them. "A room for the night please." He then realized that the fact they were arriving together would probably cause some misunderstanding. But, he tried to play it off as casually as possible. Auron was hoping they would spend enough time that it wouldn't appear that they were following someone. Finding the lady's room shouldn't be difficult. The perfume was a dead giveaway.
Money changed hands, and he was given a key. It would prove useful in determining how secure the doors in this place were. He loathed the idea of lowering himself to the actions of a common burglar, but he couldn't very well waltz into a woman's chambers. She might be armed. A blade was easy to conceal, and there were many other weapons that a lady could hide on her person and use with ease. When they were out of the clerk's hearing range, he whispered to Drake about what his plan was. "I don't intend to get any sleep tonight…even if it means I'm dead tired in the morning. I'm eager to see what the fair madame has to hide, if she has any secrets."
Author: Firesong, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 10:16 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Stealth had never been a strong suit of Drake, but he could at least keep up with Coranthir well enough. Had it not been something loud and easy to follow, Drake would have probably lost the trail early on. Still, the experience was enough to let him know he was barely any good at it. As soon as the carriage stopped, Corinthir held them back and watched as the occupants left.
A tavern? Or an inn? And what's up with that lady. She seems really high class.
Coupled with Corinthir's early observation, it made even less sense.
No guards, but high class. He's right. There's no way they would have made it into town if the roads are as bad as he says they are.
"I think I can manage the coin," Drake said confidently. "The White Stag, huh? All right…" He waited for Caranthir to move, and followed suit. Obviously something of interest was happening, and Drake had a feeling that he'd be, at the bare minimum, of some use.
Ugh…that perfume is just too much, though….
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 9:55 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
It was a good thing Drake had enough mettle, or naivete to agree in coming along. To his compliment he replied, "Practice, I've had plenty of it. You don't start out being able to notice everything at a first glance. If all goes well, we might not need to resort to physical blows." Out of everything he had said so far, this was the first fragment of complete honesty. They followed the carriage down the streets, and it made several turns before stopping before an inn. The sign outside said the establishment's name: 'The White Stag'. Not the largest of places, which seemed unusual already. It seemed he was right about something being off. Private carriages were only affordable by the wealthy. Why would someone who had money stay at anything less than the most popular and comfortable of inns? He waited behind the corner of a building several houses away and watched as the carriage door opened. The driver helped a woman down dressed in a flowing gown with her shoulders wrapped in a fur stole. A wide-brimmed hat decorated with sheer fabric and faux roses obscured her face from the nose upward. She entered the inn, leaving the man to drive away. Auron noted he staggered a bit before he started driving the carriage again.
"How about we stay there for the night? I'll be paying. I'd like to see just who this mysterious lady is." He gave a smile, with a mischievous spark in his eye. No, he wasn't interested in her in a womanizing way. She had make herself quite unusual with her actions, and he couldn't resist. When you learn to watch common honest folk for a while, things that aren't so ordinary become all the clearer. Just like that strange perfume she was wearing. It was…strong, to say the least. But there was something about it that he couldn't place his finger on it. It was almost nostalgic in a way. If Drake had no objections, he'd make his way to The White Stag to catch a glimpse of that odd woman.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 9:34 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
It was a long shot anyway. Drake wasn't even disappointed. The dreams, at least for now, had already stopped.
Still..
While Drake was musing about his own thoughts, Caranthir noted the wagon passing them. Drake pushed aside his own thoughts, and listened to the observations of the elf. Despite having just met, Drake had a feeling that this elf was far more experienced than he initially let on. He took a lot of Drake's answers in stride, and made excellent observations about his surroundings.
An opportunity to watch and learn. Drake noted the carriage as Carnithir made his observations. Everything he said made sense. In fact, now that it was brought to his attention, it stuck out almost as much as he did initially. "You're really good at this…" Drake said as an offhand comment as they started to tail the carriage.
Still, he's right. Something about it is definitely off.
"Lead the way, then," Drake said. "And don't worry…push comes to shove, I can handle myself in a fight…"
Just don't try to heal anyone…don't want to end up lost yet again.
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 9:00 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Despite the bleak circumstances, he had to commend the optimism this man had. He still wanted to help, even though he had no idea what it was. Auron almost felt bad for thinking about lifting a few coins off him earlier. Besides, he wasn't in the mood anymore. "Your help is much appreciated, Drake. Even if we come up empty, I wouldn't blame either of us." That blame should fall squarely on his terrible informant. Divine or not, you had to at least give him something to work with to make things happen. Illusionists didn't pull things out of thin air–magic and a target were at least required. The man himself also had a request, which was just as obtuse as his own. "An angel? I'm assuming she has dark hair and wings from what you're telling me. Unfortunately, unless you know more details about here I can't say I know where to look. I haven't come across any angels as far as I remember. Though with those defining characteristics, if we should happen to cross paths with her we'd recognize her at a moment's notice." At least Drake's inquiry had more hope going for it than his.
While the were talking, he heard the clattering of wheels. Turning to look, he saw a large coach pass by in the thoroughfare. From the dirt and mud on the wheels, it must have come from outside of the city. It was rather elegant, but not gaudy. Something about this carriage gave him an odd feeling. "There's something wrong about that horse-drawn carriage. How did they manage to get past the armed militant groups outside the city?" There weren't any guards traveling with it. Logically, if someone chose to take the risk of coming in by land, they would hire as many mercenaries as they could. They would also travel with a train of wagons, not by themselves. Auron watched carefully as it went around a corner. "…How about we see where that carriage is heading?" He was curious as to what kind of person was riding in it.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 5:32 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
It would seem the elf understood what happened to Drake, which was a load off of the young man's mind.
At least he's understanding. And here I though I might be judged for having issues with magic. His good mood faded, though, when Caranthir replied on how it'd be difficult for Drake to help. Still, Drake felt the need to at least try and help. "Well, it can't hurt to try, right?"
He followed the elf to the side of the road. Drake crossed his arms as Caranthir described what he was looking for; a crimson crescent moon. Drake frowned.
I've heard of a crimson moon before, but never a crescent. And no details, either. Is it a precious stone, or perhaps something else? "Well, I can't say I know anything about it, but…at worst, I'm stuck here for awhile. I can at least look around."
"Also, I have a request, though," Drake asked, glancing away briefly. "I've been…searching for a person. A raven haired, dark angel. You wouldn't happen to have met someone like that, would you?" He doubted it. After all, the woman only showed herself to him in his dreams…and if Magnus was right, she might not even be from this world.
Ah…I'm dwelling again. Focus on the task at hand. "Sorry. Don't worry about it. Let's see what we can find out about this crimson crescent moon then, shall we?" Drake said with a grin.
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 1:37 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
When Drake described where he had come–er, fallen from, Auron looked up with a thoughtful expression. "I see…" So he likely was sent through some portal ripped open by whatever accident he got himself into. That was highly unusual. It would seem whatever magic this man had, it was very volatile. He reminded himself to steer clear of Drake as soon as he saw him trying to cast a spell. He turned to his new acquaintance with surprise. "Oh, well…yes. It's a bit difficult of me to request for your help though, as I'm not quite clear on most of the details myself." But this was a blessing in disguise, if he ever saw one. Having someone else to assist in his search would reduce the attention drawn to himself, and potentially increase his chance of success. Normally he'd be jumping at the opportunity, but if only the details weren't so vague.
Clearing his throat, he moved off to the side so they wouldn't be standing in the road. "An acquaintance of mine asked me to help find something for them. They didn't say much and I unfortunately didn't have time to ask, but they told me to look for a 'crimson crescent moon'. They weren't very particular in their wording, so anything about it should suffice. The problem is, I have no idea what that is supposed to mean. Is it an item, a place, or a hint that makes itself clear at the right time of day? I've run myself ragged trying to figure it out." He didn't expect Drake to continue his interest after hearing that. In nicer words, it was downright impossible. Nobody would be able to get anywhere with that little to go on, or they'd spend ages asking–grasping about in the dark for a single straw that they couldn't see.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 1:21 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Endapano. Never heard of it. Not good. Drake inwardly cursed at his miserable luck, but at least it was a start. The fact that it was an Elven Kingdom made the stares he'd been getting make sense.
I'll definitely have to be more careful. This reckless mana I have could have put me in the middle of the Nyella… He turned his focus to Caranthir, and smiled. "It's appreciated. Again, I understand that it's an odd question, but believe me you've helped a great deal. Yes, this is my first time visiting." Drake sighed internally.
He's probably being kind. I really do stick out… "As for where I came from…well…" Drake pointed up.
I must seem like I'm insane. "I kind of….fell from the sky. There was a…slight magical hiccup when I tried to learn how to heal wounds….I was in Abed, and next thing I know…I'm just falling."
I'm such a failure…
However, the information about the recent influx of bandits caused Drake to perk up.
That sounds like an opportunity. Outsider or no, they'll need capable hands. I could get some decent work here and find my way back to Abed in no time. It was like a weight off of his shoulders. At least he had a plan of action. It was, at this point, Drake noticed that Caranthir had said something under his breath.
Oh? "I'm sorry, did you say you were looking for something? I don't know much, but maybe I can help. Keep an eye or an ear out. To at least repay you for your kindness," Drake said. "It's the least I can do. What are you looking for?" Perhaps if he could help, the elf would return it in kind if he ran across information about the dark angel.
If she even exists…
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 1:03 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Auron was taken aback by the obvious answer, looking a bit shocked for a moment. "You…don't know where you are? How did you…ah never mind. You're in Endapano, the great elven kingdom of the north. Or, what's left of it anyhow. It's seen better days." Giving a cordial smile, he held his hand out to the man for a handshake. "Pleasure to meet you Drake, you can call me Caranthir." It was dangerous to break character. "So Drake, is this your first time visiting? Hopefully you had a safe journey here from…which way did you say you came from?" He was feigning being scatterbrained, it helped throw off the initial suspicion most would have towards strangers. Showing oneself as being less capable than expected was as disarming as a smile. It was a nonverbal show to the other that you weren't dangerous.
"Coming in by land has become more treacherous as of late. You'd be quite lucky to not have run in with the bandits out there. Well we can't really call them bandits anymore. More like armed highwaymen, with organized numbers." The brutes. They were chasing away his business, and making one of his favorite haunts for marks run dry. It wasn't easy finding a reliable place to pick up on the flow of silver. It was always the brash and brainless that made things hard for gentlemen like him. If you took a little bit here and there, there would still be plenty to go around. But drain the spring dry, and nobody would get anything after that. But he couldn't expect uncouth louts like them to understand the finer points of economics. Crossing his arms he frowned, then ruffled a hand through the long blond locks he wore in his illusory appearance.
"What a bother…shouldn't there be an easier way to find that thing?" He muttered under his breath. She might as well tell him to find a needle in a hay bale. Even worse, he didn't know what the 'needle' looked like.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 12:44 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
It was as if fate itself had guided yet another in Drake's path, though his one may not be as benevolent as the last. But Drake wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. It was, of course, his instinct that told him to be wary of the individual who appeared before him in his time of need, but it was quickly overruled by the kind heart the young man possessed.
With the trust of a fool, Drake nodded, "I guess you could say that. I've…" He glanced around. It was weird having to admit to a fault, but he wasn't completely against it. "I've seem to become quite lost. I can't entirely explain the circumstances, and I know this may be an odd thing to ask, but…you wouldn't…happen to know where we are, would you?" The figure across from him was calming, but in a different way than Magnus was. The old Sea Spirit had talked Drake up in a conversation, setting himself to be a guiding figure. With Magnus, Drake knew he was definitely safe. And indeed, the Sea Spirit had helped him numerous times afterwards.
Maybe that was all this was. Another lucky dance with fate had brought him here. Maybe this was just another guide in his road to find the dark angel that haunted him.
Though, according to Magnus, I probably shouldn't go blabbing about that. Especially since she's supposedly unique enough to identify.
"My name is Drake, by the way. Thank you for taking the time…"
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 12:23 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
"Are these larimar stones from Sularia?" A voice sweet as honey and smooth as silk spoke. An elf woman with long dark brown tresses blushed as she stood before the stall.
"Yes, they were brought in a month ago. With trade slowing due to the fractures between our brethren, we've been doing our best to defend from outside and within our borders." Auron smiled, and looked over the bright blue stones. They would be useful for something, maybe for a different piece once he was done with what he already had halfway finished. "That's terrible, I do hope things improve soon. The gods have dealt quite harshly with Canelux. Perhaps if we prove ourselves worthy, they might reconsider and overturn their judgment. I'd like these three, would seventy silver be too little?" Money and goods changed hands, and he had a little less coin to bargain with. Right before things wrapped up, he was quick to ask the girl. "Oh if you don't mind me asking, miss. Do you know anything about a crimson moon?" The woman shook her head, and judging by her reaction's timing she wasn't pretending.
"No, I'm sorry sir. Is it a specific type of wine?" So she really didn't know. What a pity.
Wandering away through the rest of the markets, he sighed. "I'm getting absolutely nowhere at this rate. Why couldn't she have given me something more…substantial to go on? What am I even looking for, I wonder?" He was quick to change his frown back to his usual mildly interested expression. Couldn't draw suspicion on himself now. A voice in the thinning crowd wondered aloud on where they were, which drew his interest. It was an old habit of his to keep an ear out for those who were unfamiliar with their surroundings. They often were the most impressionable, and easy to chat up. Directing his path so he would pass by the stranger naturally, he looked with concern and asked, "Do you need help with something?" He was in his element again, and it was a wonderful feeling. First things first–he had to learn a little more about this new face before he made a move.
Author: Firesong, Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 12:05 AM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Wait…where?
If there was one thing Drake had learned in the past few weeks, it's that whatever he did involving magic ended in disaster. It was as if the Gods themselves had cursed his mana, and forced onto him a lack of control that would ensure that all of his endeavors would fail. As was such at his latest attempt to do a simple healing spell. One second, he was in front of a modestly talented mage, the next he was falling through the sky. Flash forward, and he found himself wandering the streets of Endapano.
Would it be weird to ask where I am? He glanced around, noting that he was definitely the odd one out in this situation. While it hadn't been difficult to enter the city, he was worried that he would stand out like a sore thumb, which is attention he didn't want, nor need.
Great. Just great. I haven't the slightest idea how I got here, where I am, and what I'm going to do. …I really did take Magnus for grant it, didn't I? He pulled his cloak tighter around him, feeling the stares of the locals. His silver eyes scanned the stalls, idly gazing at the wares. He was too nervous to really notice if anything was of worth. His focus was slowly dwindling into a near panic.
Stop…breathe…you can figure this out. Just take it slow. Find a tavern, or something…maybe see if I can't find a quick mercenary for hire job, and then find your way from there.
Drake closed his eyes for just a brief moment.
Focus. He took a deep breath, and started to actually look.
Maybe this is just another string of fate, pushing me along. His eyes glanced over a small, blue stone with gold and silver weaved into a necklace. He smiled.
I won't fall for that ruse again. "First, I have to figure out where I am…" Drake said aloud, to no one in particular.
Author: Caranthir, Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2018 10:26 PM, Post Subject: Chasing a Wayward Moon [O]
Work was good when it involved what you did best. That was how Auron saw it, and wouldn't have it any other way. He was here for many reasons. The first was for the obvious–looking around the markets and seeing how things were following that Warped Spire fiasco. The second was a bit more enjoyable: searching for any suitable materials to help him clear off his debt quicker. The last reason why he was in what was left of the elven kingdom was rather grave. He was here to search out whatever he could find about rumors involving the disappearance of a few caravans. The devastation of the gods of Darkness and Death had reduced this place to a contentious collection of militant groups. He'd normally wave it off as being caused by the elves, but that stubborn woman dug in her heels and disagreed.
So he was here, finally able to get some fresh air and some sun after spending who knows how long cooped up in that gloomy fortress of isolation. Docking at the city, he stepped off to see how things had changed. The place felt much emptier than before, and a somberness hung in the air. It wasn't overtly obvious, but the effects of the affliction of sin had left its mark. Travelers to these parts had declined naturally, and he had heard that the area surrounding it was filled with highwaymen of those who had been exiled. Still, he didn't see how he could learn anything about this 'crimson crescent moon'. Before shoving him off into a portal, she had failed to give him additional details. She also had been rather shifty about the entire thing. This better not be one of her attempts to scare him again. Browsing the stalls, he took care to keep his disguise intact. Appearing as a foreign elf would alleviate some of the xenophobic stigma, and he knew how to play the part. He picked up a few moonstones and pearls to bring back, as well as a few choice fragments of amber. They would make a fetching lily pendant, reminding him of a woman of the same name. Ah, if only he had been sent to Sularia…
