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((Good morning Darkest. ^_^ Is that what I should call you? :P))
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((YES! Most people only call me Dark, but I've always prefered Darkest))
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((Lol, yay! ^_^ Ok. Good morning Darkest! :D :P And now I figured I'd wait for Fading to respond whilst I hold my breath. :P))
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((Glad we got you to smile x3
And I think I'm officially on crack. I couldn't stop making funny giggling sounds when reading the posts. -_-;)) Making sure his escorts were watching the one behind him, Eramthgin relaxed his dagger-wielding arm and held it loosely by his side. The Spider thing in front of him did put away his crossbow, after all, and it was common courtesy to return the gesture. He still had the fog around him, so at least he wouldn't have to worry about them charging in for close-combat. |
The Soldier tilted his head. "Of course the Demon Prince knows the Art. We were not aware others still practiced. WE, however, are one of the many Elite forces trained to end this war. 9 years is long enough for our Prince to wage war. Now, he as made forces to excel over all terrains, so that we may control the land quickly." He croutched, but kept his eyes on Eran. "Now, tell us of how and where you learned these arts yourself."
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Fallon kept pushing herself farther underwater and out of harms way, but she wanted to conserve as much energy as possible. She figured she could hold her breath for about two minutes...
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Eramthgin wondered for a moment about the soldier's words. "We were not aware others still practiced."...? While they may be scarce, it wasn't this scarce. Did something happen? He should probably check on the guild hidden in the Provincial Capital some time in the future. |
The Soldier seemed a bit taken aback at being denied. It thought for a moment, then looked from Eran to his companion behind him, to the one near the lake, then back to Eran. "We shall see." With that, and a grunt, he leapt back into the trees. All three of them began leaping back into Vex territory, away from the Lake and Eram.
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Eramthgin blinked for a bit at their abrupt retreat. He had been expecting a fight, but it seems that they probably went off to satisfy their curiosity with the Nez king regarding where Necromancers came from. Maybe. |
Fallon's lungs started to hurt, she couldn't take it much longer. She had tried to hold her breath for as long as possible. It was hard to think about surfacing without knowing what was going on above her. Had they left? Were they waiting to kill her? And what about that drow? Was he against them? On their side? Her head hurt from a combination of these questions and lack of air. She decided to try to slowly and quietly surface. She quickly pushed herself up towards the water's surface, but when she got within a few feet of it, she slowed and eased her way up. When she finally reached air, she inhaled it gratefully, but tried to breathe quietly. She opened her eyes to find the drow staring at her from the water's edge. "Crud!"
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((:rofl:))
Eramthgin blinked and jerked his head backwards away from the water when the redhead's head suddenly broke out of the water right in front of him, avoiding collision at the last moment. |
"Hi...?" Fallon replied as she took in her surroundings. The strange tree jumpers seemed to have been gone. But then she also remembered the fog. "Um, the fog... is it safe?"
((I gotta go now. :( Talk to you guys later! ^_^)) |
((See you later Fallon ^^))
He peered down at the green mist hovering close to his skin before answering. "No...well, it's safe as long as you don't come in contact of it. Otherwise it has a rather high rate of fatality." He got rid of the fog, now that the immediate danger had gone, but kept the skeletons nearby. "So...do you know a male named Lyle?" |
[Lol, onion song :XD ]
"Do not worry about our inn" Henry's wife, Ingrid, replied, "We will be fine without it. More importantly, we should get you out of here as soon as possible." "Those wern't bandits back there, they were Nezerus assasins. We were glad to find out you were safe princess but we'll be dead if we don't reach the exit before they find out about the tunnel." said Henry. The innkeeper kept a small glowing stone above the group so that they may see where they were headed. The tunnel ahead was dark and seemed endless. "Hey, Henry.." Shrike began, unsure how to proceed due to the sudden turn of events, "Why do you guys have a tunnel?" "We used to serve at the Aranan Palace at the beginning of the war but we retired a couple of years ago. We had this tunnel built for some of the spies of Souel who wanted to check on Lord Vo. We remember how little you were back then princess, you have grown quite big" Ingrid said with a smile. Shrike wondered how these two seemingly mild mannered people who he had known for three years could possibly have been helping spies enter Talendar, let alone be doing guard duty. The group ran for what seemed like hours, always listening for any sounds that came from behind them. Soon they stopped in front of a huge boulder. "Dead end." said the boy as he almost tripped on a small rock. "Not quite." said Henry, as he held the glowing stone close to the bottom of the boulder. A small diagram soon appeared and after the innkeeper traced it with his fingers, the boulder began to move. Fresh air at last. "Huh? Where are we?" asked Shrike as he looked up at the tall trees in this green forest. "We're at the edge of Souel." said Ingrid. "This is as far as we can take you." |
Fallon's eyes widened as the drow said it you be fatal if she came in contact with the fog. She quickly shrunk down into the water until only her nose and above showed. The fog then evaporated instantly, but she wasn't taking any chances.
"So...do you know a male named Lyle?" he asked. Fallon sighed. He was probably here to take her back. And she was not going back. "Yes, I've heard of him. Why do you ask?" |
His lips quirked when he saw the redhead's reaction of shrinking into the waters at his mention of the poisonous fog. Such interesting reaction...and hey, seems like he's found the right person. "Guy said he was out looking for you. Said something about wanting you to join I think." |
He was right. It was very cold. Fallon's finger's were starting to get numb. "Fine." She mumbled to herself as she climbed out of the water. She was dripping wet. She wrapped her arms around herself to try and get warm. "Well you can go tell him that I'm not coming back. Better yet, tell him those jumping people killed me. Listen, I just won't go back. I refuse." She said as her eyes filled with tears. She prayed that the drow couldn't tell, and that it would just blend with the rest of her wetness.
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"Why not?" He tilted his head to the side, gazing at the shivering human before him. The five skeletons mimicked his action and all tilted their bony heads to the side in unison, creating an odd scene. While he could be observative (and those looked suspiciously like tears on her face as their flow didn't go along with the rest of the water on her), Eramthgin was about as sensitive as a rock. |
Fallon's looked at all of the skeleton animals that were behind the drow. She, in turn, tilted her head to the side. It took her a minute to remember that he had asked her a question. "Ah, because I don't like being a mercenary. To kill for money? Going around slaughtering people for fun? If I kill someone, it's for a reason. Sure, they were attacking us, but would it have hurt just to knock them out and then capture them or something? It's hard to explain... but I feel like this world has had enough mindless blood shed. I only kill for a pourpose."
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Eramthgin scratched his head. He didn't really understand her reasonings. "But where would you keep all the prisoners? And you'd have to get food for them all too while they sit there and take up space. Wouldn't it be better off if you just killed them? The mercenaries work for money too, isn't that a purpose?" For him, he usually killed either in self-defense, or because the target had a body he wanted. Killing was quite a usual action for him, especially when it was his profession to deal with the dead all the time. |
Fallon sighed. He had a good point. But she just couldn't see killing someone unless they were a horrible person or something. Not because they lived in Nez and were forced to join the military.
"Thank you." She said. She began looking around for some sort of clothing, a stupid thing she knew, but you never know. |
Eramthgin blinked and wondered what she was doing. She seems to be looking for something...then he saw the dripping clothes and they way she was shivering slightly. Ah. ((Gotta get to bed, see you later Fallon!)) |
((Good night. Sleep well. ^_^))
"Why, thank you." Fallon said as she blinked. Where had he gotten this from? She had her back turned to him. "And my name is Fallon. Fallon Shallowmist. Nice to meet you Era." She removed her soaked jacket, and put on the black cloak. She laid her jacket on a nearby rock to try and dry it in the sun. She sat down next to the jacket and wrapped the cloak around her moist, cold, body. "I hope you don't mind me getting this all wet." She said, as she noticed it soaking up most of the water from her clothes. |
The Princess closed followed them in silence the rest of the way. As they exited the tunnel, she turned to them. "Please, do not go back that way. Instead, go around the border back to the capital. I need someone to tell my father I'm alright." She bit her lip, glancing back down the tunnel. "And I need someone I can trust by his side. If Vizer Carson was a Nezeran spy, anyone could be." She looked back at them pleadingly.
At the Inn the Robed man glared at the empty bed. One of his Scorpian troops entered the room. "We have searched the entire Inn. They are no where to be found." He growled at the bed, as if it was the cause of his problems. "Burn it.... All..." He turned and walked outside as they began to find lamps and oil. He came outside, and looked around the town. "More meat.... for the war..." He drew the ax and stalked towards the nearest house. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Suddenly, the sound of limbs snapping and twigs breaking came from the west. Something, a human by the weight and speed of the movement, was running hard through the brush in their direction. |
((Is the last part directed at me and Fallon? :o))
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