~IN THE BEGINNING~
The Old Boar's Inn; BarTime: Fourth and Second Quarter Hour of MiddleDay[/center]
[Missile/Pullo/Ganti/Gaudete]While Ganti was conversing with her newly found friend, Gaudete’s plea of help did not go unnoticed. The little girl whom Kresnik had saved in earlier events, peeked over the Inn’s fabled black stoned counter. “Uhm, excoose me, but what do you need? Can I halp you?”
If Gaudete’s answer was one of panic or great concern, the little girl’s eyes would widen to the size of saucers before stammering a reply, “W-wait here, I’ll g-g-g-o get some help!” With a scurry of legs, she would be off before the fairy could respond. Eventually, she would return with a strange man. He would be grey skinned, insanely tall, and his black eyes would seemingly pierce into Gaudete’s soul as he calmly spoke in a soothing, even voice, “Deedee has told me you require assistance - how may I be of service?”
However, if Gaudete kept her head, the little girl would nod and attempt to fulfill any request and get anything that the fairy needed to save Ganti from her hallucinations. But, anything beyond that of food or drink, the little waitress would have difficulty being of any help…
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The Old Boar’s Inn; MarketroomTime: Fourth Hour and First Quarter of MiddleDayKresnikKrenik’s silver lined quest completely deflated the merchant. With a literally drooping face, woeful lips quivered as he spoke slowly, like a crying violin, “Alas, good sir, such wares are nonexistent. For that would be illegal!” Suddenly, his face sprang back to life, a pair of index fingers springing upward as he spoke excitedly, “However, if you are interested in buying other wares, I could give you good prices! But—“
Suddenly, his entire torso, limbs, and face all spun 180 degrees, the bright colors dimming to shadowed colors, dark hues of anything that was once present. With a gargled, twisted voice, he continued his sentence, “—if you have the gold, I have the wares.” A flashy, shady sale man smile met Kresnik’s long fangs…
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The Old Boar’s Inn; Pavilion WarehouseTime: Fourth Hour and First Quarter of MiddleDayNieetThe six eyed merchant threw his head back in a full guffaw. “A big hammer, she says. One with a long handle, she says.” He roughly grabbed Nieet by the arm and, if Nieet wasn’t ready for such a sudden move, would find herself being literally dragged through the junkyard, “Lady, I’ve got any type of weapon - you name it, I’ve got it. All shapes and sizes! Pick what you like and then we—“ He would suddenly drop her like a sack of garbage, “Can talk price.”
Once Nieet recovered (or was let go, either way), she would find herself looking down the longest aisle of shelves, chalk full of literally any type of weapon she had ever hoped to see or get her hands on. Swords, axes, hammers, shield, morning stars, brawler gloves, knives, pistols, rifles - anything and anything. All she would have to do is choose…
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Old Boar’s Inn; Kuroda’s QuartersTime: Fourth Hour of MiddleDay[/center]
[Chad/James]Chad’s foresight proved to be useful - his trusty tracker would point to the brook, in which held a breath taking scenery. The water way itself babbled happily, almost practically singing a song as Chad would find himself walking its banks. The trees were more spaced out here, as if it were designed from a small, scenic park, but this would only be a guess - everything here was so organized that it would almost appear to hold some secondary purpose.
Regardless, Chad would not see the young kitsune - at least, until she landed on his shoulders from above. Her weight would prove too heavy, especially for someone who wasn’t predicting such a sudden attack so soon. Unless Chad saw her coming, he would find himself crumpled on the ground, Ayano’s voice angrily speaking, “You really don’t know how to leave someone alone, do you?”
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[Alec]The carrion around the two battling beings cried louder and louder - death was coming upon Alec, and nothing could save him…
…Or could it?
Alec’s voice, in all of its weakness and pain, spoke volumes. So much, that the crows, ravens, and all other avian voices died as the demigod cried out, speaking from his heart and soul. Music began to play in the grand distance, filling the frozen spring land with a lonely song. Pianos tinkled and a voice, that of a woman’s drifted through the trees and around the circle of torture. The emotion of Alec soul had come to life in his possible final moments, purifying the air with his want, his love, and his raw emotion.
All the while, as Alec scraped the meaning of his life, of all its injustice and trial, the Caster of Shadows stood over the self-proclaimed god, his ice encrusted beak pointed at Drop Bass. His glassed eyes gazed deeply into Alec’s tear filled, threatening to overwhelm and consume his very existence.
The plea of his wife rang in the air, the music and woman’s voice dying with the sound of Alec’s voice. Silence reigned, save for the whispers of wind that crept through the surrounding trees. The shadowy plague doctor seemed to grow in size and shadow as he loomed over his victim. A sigh, full of the weariness of the world, came from his beak, which was now, indeed the size of Alec himself. And then, the Caster of Shadows spoke:
“Alec Drop Bass - by the power of Life and Death and the threads bound by The Omniverse—“
The god’s mind was made, a decision chosen, and a verdict given…
“— You shall be no more, body, mind, and soul!”
The carrion cawed, louder and louder, and the sound where nothing else was heard. A dark claw ripped from the sky, plummeting towards Alec’s broken body as the Caster’s laughter broke from the cawing, deep, icy, and cruel. Just as the claw was about to touch Alec, something sparked inside him. It was familiar, powerful, and strong - just like his old self…
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The Wildwood; 10-5Time: Third Hour and Third Quarter of MiddleDay[Nihil]Nihil’s impressive features did not seem to shake the witch - after all, it seemed that she were used to strange or beautiful things of power. Regardless, as the conquering god bowed, his newly found companion bowed even lower, “As thou sayeth, mine l’rd.”
Whether it be to his statement of conquering this new land, or to lead on, it didn’t seem to matter to her - perhaps it could have been a response to both statements. However, the Malefane wouldn’t have time to ponder for with a manipulation of element and spell, the witch’s cloak seemed to melt and contort, pulling itself into a shape of ragged wings while keeping its mistress warm, “Onward, mine l'rd, to the spire and thy desire!”
The witch lead for a great distance, without another word (unless, of course, Nihil spoke to her). The Spire grew closer and closer, as the landscape below continued to its normal pattern - fields and trees, fields and trees.
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The Wildwood; 11-1But, as field met field and tree met tree, something happened that could be completely baffling to the Malefane - his power of flight completely vanished at the height of extremities. Last time the god had seen someone, they had only been the size of an ant…
If he somehow recovered from the incredible height, he would find himself shredded by the terrain below - the grass was as sharp as blades and as tall as a man. On top of this new trouble, the groan of wood and the bellow of earth roared and groaned through the air. To the distance, in practically directions, trees were among the plains of death - and they were walking towards him.
However, some comfort remained - the shadows had not left the air around him - his witch was still alive.