Chronicles of Roissha *Closed* Chapter Two: Into the Depths of Madness
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Ivaio looked at the comical sight of a Dwarf trying to get up on his bar stool. He looked down at Isaac and a smile split across her face again, she sat down on his lap and put her arms around his neck, "Its good that he is over there. It gives us time to have some fun" another wink from her fire eye.
Well this situation turned out rather interesting Didn't see this coming in the slightest... Well might as well make the best of it Isaac thinks to himself as Ivaio sits on his lap, a smile coming across his face as he place his arm around her waist. I sure hope master doesn't see this...He'd kill me for being so "rash and impulsive"
Ivaio smiled at Isaac, she really wasn't expecting the night to turn this way, but she wasn't really going to complain. Suddenly she felt a rather painful pinch on the back of her head, someone was pulling her hair. She turned around quickly, still sitting on Isaacs lap. To see Grant standing there, with a handful of her hair.
"Whats the big idea Grant?" she said loudly to the other Master. He was the master thief of the Templars. He had dark brown hair, divided over to the left to create a fringe covering most of his face, he laughed, he had been drinking. His hands were wrapped up in bandages constantly to hide a hideous scar. he let go of her hair and continued to smile, "Remember what happened last time? You always get this way after Trace says no.".
With his other hand he picks up and takes a sip out of his nearby Ale. "I'm sorry. She tends to become... Ravenous for men whenever Trace rejects her. It happens allot."
Ivaio gave Grant a quick glare, but turned back to Isaac, "Sorry, listen to him my darling, he has been drinking too much" she leaned in close and tried for a kiss.
<spoiler=OOC>Refer to the picture, Grant is the one on the far right.
"Whats the big idea Grant?" she said loudly to the other Master. He was the master thief of the Templars. He had dark brown hair, divided over to the left to create a fringe covering most of his face, he laughed, he had been drinking. His hands were wrapped up in bandages constantly to hide a hideous scar. he let go of her hair and continued to smile, "Remember what happened last time? You always get this way after Trace says no.".
With his other hand he picks up and takes a sip out of his nearby Ale. "I'm sorry. She tends to become... Ravenous for men whenever Trace rejects her. It happens allot."
Ivaio gave Grant a quick glare, but turned back to Isaac, "Sorry, listen to him my darling, he has been drinking too much" she leaned in close and tried for a kiss.
<spoiler=OOC>Refer to the picture, Grant is the one on the far right.
Ivaio blushed at Isaacs shy kiss. She was glad that he disregarded Grants comments and decided to still kiss her. She moved her arm from around his shoulder and played with his hair for a bit, before moving in for a longer, more passionate kiss.
Grant looked over, and shrugged, "Ah well, your choice" and walked back over to his seat, taking another swig from his glass, beginning another conversation with the dual axe wielding tempest, called Salvatore.
Grant looked over, and shrugged, "Ah well, your choice" and walked back over to his seat, taking another swig from his glass, beginning another conversation with the dual axe wielding tempest, called Salvatore.
Maverick yawned widely. He had been resting in the plains like last time, his job complete. He had encountered a small band of miscreants a few hours back. While they did nothing wrong in particular, they did however own a large collection of Knives. None of them were bad 'Per Se', and the local guard will be truly hard pressed to find them guilty of anything, they will be under main suspicion. His plan was carried out fairly well, and the guards have found a good portion of the bodies. Of course, there being 13 horribly mangled bodies who had pieces of a Royal crest would be damn well suspicious. As to who killed those poor men. Current web was that the Agent was killed by a group of cutthroats and the spoils separated among each other. Now, with that thread taken cared of, he had to find someone to blame for the deaths of the cutthroats. Of course, those bunch of miscreants couldn't KNOW that they had been framed, or who did the framing. So they had to not know ANYTHING, and at the same time would be under suspicion. So, he had also murdered one of their number nearby one of the Thieves he had killed, that one also being horribly stabbed to death, as did the thief.
The Prodigal stretched and started to wake himself up. The miscreants knew nothing about him, and the sight of a man with a hooded cloak could match anyone who entered those districts in search of a good time. He had nothing to fear.
He grabbed his weapons and put his clothes back on, the old clothes had been burned earlier and he had a few more sets of Identical ones, and started to approach the Town again. After a while, he decided on entering the pub and perhaps getting some shut eye. Once he opened it however, he saw some of the very same people he saw earlier. Shrugging, he attempted to sneak past them and attain a room upstairs.
The Prodigal stretched and started to wake himself up. The miscreants knew nothing about him, and the sight of a man with a hooded cloak could match anyone who entered those districts in search of a good time. He had nothing to fear.
He grabbed his weapons and put his clothes back on, the old clothes had been burned earlier and he had a few more sets of Identical ones, and started to approach the Town again. After a while, he decided on entering the pub and perhaps getting some shut eye. Once he opened it however, he saw some of the very same people he saw earlier. Shrugging, he attempted to sneak past them and attain a room upstairs.
The blue haired mage looked over to the hooded man to walk in. He didn't seem to happy, so, after a few drinks, he called him over, "Hey You! Mista in tha robes. Cumin ave a drink wif us". His speech had deteriorated since the last words he had spoken loudly, but since his group had also been heavily drinking, he made sense to them.
Trace was a very happy drunk, especially when around his fellow Templars, he could trust them. But he also knew about his reputation, no one in their right mind would challenge the leader of such a powerful Mercenary group, so he felt safe, no matter were he drank.
Trace was a very happy drunk, especially when around his fellow Templars, he could trust them. But he also knew about his reputation, no one in their right mind would challenge the leader of such a powerful Mercenary group, so he felt safe, no matter were he drank.
Garrant was disturbed from his sleep by warm, wet sensation tricking down his right arm and then a sudden fall from his chair onto the hard stone floor below, an intense pain present in his thigh and shoulder. He looked at to his arm first and without even having to pull his cloak away, he saw the large shard of colourful glass embedded deeply inside, blood slowly leaking from the wound.
After checking his thigh, he found it was but a simple cut, hardly a scratch, probably from the glass or the crossbow bolt, it didn't matter which, the shard of glass in his shoulder was priority.
Despite lacking the proper tools and not wishing to visit a doctor, he resolved to treat himself, a course of action that frequently ended in further injury.
Taking the shard between the palms of both un-gloved hands, he gave a quick grunt before yanking to glass free. Slick from blood, it shot free of his hands and impacted the wall, shattering into many smaller pieces as it did so, it glass gathering in a small red pile at the bottom of the wall.
'This part was always 'interesting' thought Garrant as he shrugged off his cloak, revealing his midnight black, specially crafted armour. The shard had gone through one of the cloth segments but a tight weave had insured that it only penetrated a few centimetres and so it would be easy to close, but first he unstrapped the torso of his armour, letting it fall the the floor with a tiny click, leaving his upper body exposed.
He produced and proceeded to hold one of his many blades, a precise looking, almost sergical in appearance stilleto, over a candle in gloved hand, heating the metal up to an almost blinding red.
This was the best part
He took a deep breath and put a chunk of wood in his mouth before placing the flat of the blade on his injury and adjusting it to melt the flesh closed. The pain was exquisite, causing him to let loose a cry even with the wood in his mouth, the foul smell of melted Garrant filling the room, as an acrid smoke rose from his arm.
He replaced his armour and cloak, his sealed wound complaining so intensely he could almost hear it. He stood, ignoring the pain in his leg, and looked out of the window, sun was just beginning to rise, yet he could still hear the revellers beneath him, their merriment refusing to acknowledge the earliness of the hour.
He gathered all his belongings into his pockets, the loot from the night before seeming to be even more plentiful than it had been earlier, as if a magician had conjured even more wealth from the ether to satisfy his needs, not something he would complain about quickly.
He clambered atop the roof from his open window, it was true, he was no Kinglet when it game to dexterity or climbing but he could still keep up, after all he couldn't live with himself if his apprentice overtook him. From there we crossed from roof to roof, hoping to spot Kinglet, knowing that it was most likely here were she would search for him.
'Shes a smart girl she'll...'
"Be fine"
After checking his thigh, he found it was but a simple cut, hardly a scratch, probably from the glass or the crossbow bolt, it didn't matter which, the shard of glass in his shoulder was priority.
Despite lacking the proper tools and not wishing to visit a doctor, he resolved to treat himself, a course of action that frequently ended in further injury.
Taking the shard between the palms of both un-gloved hands, he gave a quick grunt before yanking to glass free. Slick from blood, it shot free of his hands and impacted the wall, shattering into many smaller pieces as it did so, it glass gathering in a small red pile at the bottom of the wall.
'This part was always 'interesting' thought Garrant as he shrugged off his cloak, revealing his midnight black, specially crafted armour. The shard had gone through one of the cloth segments but a tight weave had insured that it only penetrated a few centimetres and so it would be easy to close, but first he unstrapped the torso of his armour, letting it fall the the floor with a tiny click, leaving his upper body exposed.
He produced and proceeded to hold one of his many blades, a precise looking, almost sergical in appearance stilleto, over a candle in gloved hand, heating the metal up to an almost blinding red.
This was the best part
He took a deep breath and put a chunk of wood in his mouth before placing the flat of the blade on his injury and adjusting it to melt the flesh closed. The pain was exquisite, causing him to let loose a cry even with the wood in his mouth, the foul smell of melted Garrant filling the room, as an acrid smoke rose from his arm.
He replaced his armour and cloak, his sealed wound complaining so intensely he could almost hear it. He stood, ignoring the pain in his leg, and looked out of the window, sun was just beginning to rise, yet he could still hear the revellers beneath him, their merriment refusing to acknowledge the earliness of the hour.
He gathered all his belongings into his pockets, the loot from the night before seeming to be even more plentiful than it had been earlier, as if a magician had conjured even more wealth from the ether to satisfy his needs, not something he would complain about quickly.
He clambered atop the roof from his open window, it was true, he was no Kinglet when it game to dexterity or climbing but he could still keep up, after all he couldn't live with himself if his apprentice overtook him. From there we crossed from roof to roof, hoping to spot Kinglet, knowing that it was most likely here were she would search for him.
'Shes a smart girl she'll...'
"Be fine"
Maverick's eye twitched subtly, but didn't show any overt sign of annoyance. He prepped himself for a quarter of a second and approached the group. He pulled back his robes, revealing his unkept black hair and his black eyes, and sat with the others. He ordered a beer and pretended to view the man who had called him for a moment before saying "Hey, you were one of those guys that Royal Messenger called together right? "
Trace's eyes went wide, "Hey, holy crap!" He smiled as wide as he could, showing his teeth, he brought his arm up and waved it rapidly, "Hi!". With his still large grin on his face, he tried to talk normally with Maverick for a while, he started by trying to clear his throat. "Oh yes, we are." he started to lean to one side, almost falling of his chair before regaining balance.
"A few of us are here" he said slowly and deliberately. "This is the Templars, try and have some fun!" he rushed the last sentence out quickly, then went back to his goofy smile.
As he turned back to see his Artificer trying to make out with Isaac, he laughed to himself. Why does she always do that? Every damn time I saw no to her, I find her with another man. but he just shook the thoughts away and went with talking to the rest of the group.
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Vicer looked at the robed man who had walked in, he smelt of death and lies. He walked over to him cautiously, "Hi, my name is Vicer" the light haired paladin said to Maverick, "May I ask what is yours?" He asked, trying to be polite as possible, with his instincts telling hom to get away from the man.
<spoiler=OOC>Going back to the picture
http://2kinds.com/characters_files/Villians.jpg
From left to right.
Grant, Thief.
Vicer, Paladin
Roxald, Cleric
Unknown, Unknown
Ivaio, Artificer
"A few of us are here" he said slowly and deliberately. "This is the Templars, try and have some fun!" he rushed the last sentence out quickly, then went back to his goofy smile.
As he turned back to see his Artificer trying to make out with Isaac, he laughed to himself. Why does she always do that? Every damn time I saw no to her, I find her with another man. but he just shook the thoughts away and went with talking to the rest of the group.
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Vicer looked at the robed man who had walked in, he smelt of death and lies. He walked over to him cautiously, "Hi, my name is Vicer" the light haired paladin said to Maverick, "May I ask what is yours?" He asked, trying to be polite as possible, with his instincts telling hom to get away from the man.
<spoiler=OOC>Going back to the picture
http://2kinds.com/characters_files/Villians.jpg
From left to right.
Grant, Thief.
Vicer, Paladin
Roxald, Cleric
Unknown, Unknown
Ivaio, Artificer
Maverick smiled at the Blonde Haired man and replied "Maverick good sir." 'Not my real name of course, wouldn't want anyone freaking out over that. Still, judging from how he walked towards me, he's cautious towards me. Probably thinks me dangerous. Meh, his feelings are inconsequential. As long as he does not act them out, then I will do nothing.'
He looked to the other similar clothed persons and smiled slightly "May I ask though as to why there seems to be so many Templars here though? This is only a sleepy Elven Village, and no doubt there is very little Disturbances that would warrant the presence of such a large group of Templars?" 'True Enough. I know nothing, best to remedy that.'
He looked to the other similar clothed persons and smiled slightly "May I ask though as to why there seems to be so many Templars here though? This is only a sleepy Elven Village, and no doubt there is very little Disturbances that would warrant the presence of such a large group of Templars?" 'True Enough. I know nothing, best to remedy that.'
Vicer scratched his little goatee, "Well, It was Salvatore's girlfriend birthday the other day, in the nearby village to the east" He hiked his thumb over his shoulder in the general easterly direction. "So me, Trace and the other Masters went to her house for a small party." He smiled at Maverick, still assessing him. "Then we got wind that we would be needed, so we got the rest of the Templars to show up and we are heading there now."
He turned his back for a split second, knowing he wouldn't dare attack someone in a brightly lit room. Vicer turned back quickly though, "And I wouldn't exactly call this large. You should see our annual meetings, over 3000 people." he smiled at that thought, how what started at 7, had grown to over 3000 under Trace.
Shaking his head and scratching his light brown facial hair again, he went back to regarding him with suspicion, "So I heard that you and Trace would be traveling together, do you know where? Trace isn't exactly in the best of states right now"
<spoiler=Goodnight>I shall hopefully get a post in the morning, if not... Ah well. The Templars aren't exactly fully developed out... so whatever.
He turned his back for a split second, knowing he wouldn't dare attack someone in a brightly lit room. Vicer turned back quickly though, "And I wouldn't exactly call this large. You should see our annual meetings, over 3000 people." he smiled at that thought, how what started at 7, had grown to over 3000 under Trace.
Shaking his head and scratching his light brown facial hair again, he went back to regarding him with suspicion, "So I heard that you and Trace would be traveling together, do you know where? Trace isn't exactly in the best of states right now"
<spoiler=Goodnight>I shall hopefully get a post in the morning, if not... Ah well. The Templars aren't exactly fully developed out... so whatever.
Maverick chuckled slightly, secretly impressed with Trace's apparent Leadership skills. At the same time, the man's obvious suspicion was amusing in it's own way. Though he took care not to make the source for his amusement apparent.
"While i agree he certainly does look wasted, I have no Idea as to where we're going. All I know was that a Royal Representative asked for our assistance and offered to give us compensation in return. After an Hour or so, we all agreed on what each of us wanted." He said with a smile.
'If I'm right, he's going to ask about what I wanted from the representative....'
"While i agree he certainly does look wasted, I have no Idea as to where we're going. All I know was that a Royal Representative asked for our assistance and offered to give us compensation in return. After an Hour or so, we all agreed on what each of us wanted." He said with a smile.
'If I'm right, he's going to ask about what I wanted from the representative....'
Vicer looked back at Trace, he was telling a story of the time he took out half an army purely with his magic. I was there Trace, I know your exaggerating... A quarter tops. he chuckled slightly. He had to raised his voice over Trace to continue talking to Maverick, "If Trace is going, I'm assuming its about his sword eh?" he looked around casually for a few seconds, for a little bit into his eyes. "Oh, and I'm assuming your just taking money then" he tried to do an innocent smile, the smile turned out nice, but he innocence was lost.
<spoiler=Goodnight Properly>So I adore time here than i thought, Meh, I still need sleep now.
<spoiler=Goodnight Properly>So I adore time here than i thought, Meh, I still need sleep now.
Maverick mentally shrugged and thought 'So he suspects me. So what? He can't do anything to me for whatever reason he can think up of right now. So it would matter little to me.' "Rightfully so!" he said with an Innocent smile, made much more artfully than his.
He decided to wait for anything interesting to happen as he slowly sipped his Beer. He had covered his tracks, and he doubted very much that they would find conclusive proof of his guilt. The Arm had been incinerated already after all.
He decided to wait for anything interesting to happen as he slowly sipped his Beer. He had covered his tracks, and he doubted very much that they would find conclusive proof of his guilt. The Arm had been incinerated already after all.
Nailos tired and weary looked out the window seeing the sun peaking over the horiozion, seems everyone had been up all night. "Well Nailos yawned I shall get some sleep hopefully the rest of you will too, wouldn't want to be tired for when Taran briefs us on our quest." Nailos' headed up stairs to his room and laid his head on the comfy pillow quickly falling asleep.
Waiting for the story to pick up and for the GM to return
She spotted Garrant from her perch by a pigeon enclosure. The birds were cooing and clucking and flapping their feathery little wings while pecking for the seeds she had tossed at them a few minutes ago.
The thief watched her mentor from her vantage point, though her eyes were constantly flitting around the rooftops and the pattern of alleyways she could see from up here. When she thought Garrant was not looking her way, Kinglet slipped away from the enclosure. She scurried along the flat stone roof until she reached the edge, peered down, and noted the alleyway to be wonderfully deserted. Taking that opportunity she dropped below. Once on the ground, the girl followed a path she had plotted while watching her mentor move across a roof--a path that should take her somewhere behind him.
When she felt confident she had reached the correct building, Kinglet took another moment to look around and make sure that the early morning was still early enough for another trip to the rooftops. She didn't want to end up agitating any locals by climbing up their windowsill while they were cooling pie there.
A grin crossed her lips. Then again, pie might be nice.
Kinglet tilter head up, stared at the ledge above her, and scampered up using said windowsill--however pieless it was. Time to see if she'd learned enough to surprise Garrant. If she was right he should be just across that rooftop up there...
The thief watched her mentor from her vantage point, though her eyes were constantly flitting around the rooftops and the pattern of alleyways she could see from up here. When she thought Garrant was not looking her way, Kinglet slipped away from the enclosure. She scurried along the flat stone roof until she reached the edge, peered down, and noted the alleyway to be wonderfully deserted. Taking that opportunity she dropped below. Once on the ground, the girl followed a path she had plotted while watching her mentor move across a roof--a path that should take her somewhere behind him.
When she felt confident she had reached the correct building, Kinglet took another moment to look around and make sure that the early morning was still early enough for another trip to the rooftops. She didn't want to end up agitating any locals by climbing up their windowsill while they were cooling pie there.
A grin crossed her lips. Then again, pie might be nice.
Kinglet tilter head up, stared at the ledge above her, and scampered up using said windowsill--however pieless it was. Time to see if she'd learned enough to surprise Garrant. If she was right he should be just across that rooftop up there...
Garrant was taking a break from travelling the town in search of Kay, he instead stood on the edge of the a particualry high building, gazing of at the horizon, he had become particularly enthralled by the sight of the sun rising far off in the distance, illuminating the surrounding countryside and driving home the realisation that this was a new day.
Over to the north was a familiar sight aswell, the large gleam that was said to be the suns light reflecting from the tallest golden temple tower in Elysium, its bright entrancing shine serving as a beacon for pilgrims and travellers alike. He'd never visited the Conclave but he had heard tales of it, underneath the gilded halls and the chants heard throughout their cities was a much darker layer. Deviants and heretics tortured by The Inquisition, the 'peace-keepers' of the Conclave, forced to lament their supposed 'sins'.
'Never want to go....'
"Never plan to go"
"Go where?" asked a voice from behind him, sending his heart jumping in his throat and adrenaline coursing through his veins once more. Wasting no time he ducked and spun around, extending his leg as he did so, to swipe his assailants legs from beneath.... Her?
"Kay" he said in shock as his legs swept Kinglet from hers, sending her falling to the roof beneath her and if not for Garrant she would have impacted it, maybe even crashed through and ruined another persons sleep for the night.
He took two quick, well practised to the point of automatic steps behind her and caught her shoulders, propping her up as her footing returned.
"Didn't I say not to sneak up on me? You could get hurt" he scolded, the annoyance in his voice lessened by a note of pride, he smiled at her though, the sun illuminating his face... His particularly badly cut face, as it was covered in long thin slashes, they seemed to simply be trivial but a few bled still.
"Your lucky I didn't go for the crossbow or even the blinding powder" he joked, though his face now serious, years in the Barrens had trained him to attack first and ask questions later when you were surprised, better a friend choking from a shot to the throat, than himself with a knife in his back.
Over to the north was a familiar sight aswell, the large gleam that was said to be the suns light reflecting from the tallest golden temple tower in Elysium, its bright entrancing shine serving as a beacon for pilgrims and travellers alike. He'd never visited the Conclave but he had heard tales of it, underneath the gilded halls and the chants heard throughout their cities was a much darker layer. Deviants and heretics tortured by The Inquisition, the 'peace-keepers' of the Conclave, forced to lament their supposed 'sins'.
'Never want to go....'
"Never plan to go"
"Go where?" asked a voice from behind him, sending his heart jumping in his throat and adrenaline coursing through his veins once more. Wasting no time he ducked and spun around, extending his leg as he did so, to swipe his assailants legs from beneath.... Her?
"Kay" he said in shock as his legs swept Kinglet from hers, sending her falling to the roof beneath her and if not for Garrant she would have impacted it, maybe even crashed through and ruined another persons sleep for the night.
He took two quick, well practised to the point of automatic steps behind her and caught her shoulders, propping her up as her footing returned.
"Didn't I say not to sneak up on me? You could get hurt" he scolded, the annoyance in his voice lessened by a note of pride, he smiled at her though, the sun illuminating his face... His particularly badly cut face, as it was covered in long thin slashes, they seemed to simply be trivial but a few bled still.
"Your lucky I didn't go for the crossbow or even the blinding powder" he joked, though his face now serious, years in the Barrens had trained him to attack first and ask questions later when you were surprised, better a friend choking from a shot to the throat, than himself with a knife in his back.