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Old 01-17-2014, 07:17 PM

Nothing unusual happened during the early prayers and soon, Mae left to tend her corner of garden. Each priestess-in-training was entrusted with corner of the gardens to take care of and if they chose to, they could continue the duty later on. She had, finding it both relaxing and time consuming. As strange as it may be, latter was not a bad thing in her life where she didn't get much chance of solitude or personal space. But when she was in garden, she was rarely sought out and it was a good excuse to not do some things she didn't want to. Studying worked, too, but today she felt too tired for that.

In fact, she was too tired for weeding, too, and soon, sat down on the white painted bench. She had devotedly worked here for years and rarely had just taken time to appreciate the results. Why couldn't she do it now? Soon, she'd leave and the place would be overgrown, her work go to waste at least partially... Maybe she could ask Illitha to take over... Her thoughts drifted further and further away, until she slipped into shallow sleep, body sliding lower and head falling back on backrest partially.

This didn't last long, of course, when someone shook her by shoulder and startled, elf woke, grabbing after her knife at waist, hand stopping when she realized it was only one of the priestesses. "My lady! The Mage of Silver requests to speak with you. He would not wait." Mae nodded - yesterday, she had contacted him and informed of the situation, seeking out advice and help.

It would be more than hour later that she'd emerge from her quarters, expression crestfallen and showing signs of tiredness - not so much physically as in her dimmed gaze. Her fears had been proved correct and there was no time to waste. She would have to leave with the first light to reach Ray'dur, from there take teleport to Capital and meet Mage in person. Then, they could fully assess the situation and stop the plot that already apparently had already began its motion. But the trip to Ray'dur was nearly a week's worth of ride...

For moment, she leaned against the cold stone wall, closing eyes, lips barely moving in quiet prayer for strength to endure this task given to her by Fate. She couldn't fail, this could be more disastrous than falling of the Veil... Or be the cause for that. Then, woman began preparing for her hasty leave. Whole temple suddenly went lively and buzzing with activity, raiders leaving for city to gather supplies she had requested and preparing for a prolonged leave of their High Priestess. People came from city and surrounding area to ask for one final blessing before she left, and as much as she would've liked to give individual one to each of them, she just didn't have time for it.

As night fell, Mae fell drained, but ready for what would come. What upset her was that her guard captain's wife, a close acquaintance, perhaps even a friend, was close to giving birth to her firstborn child and neither her husband or Mae would be able to be there for her. But she couldn't go alone, too quickly such news would spread and she would become a target for various attacks. While she was capable of defending herself, there was high chance she could be overwhelmed in the end. And there was no one else who could be capable of standing by her side among temple guards. Perhaps, if he had been there that night, not with his wife (high priestess her self had given him some days off), all of this would not have come so far.

Before going to sleep, the woman settled down in garden for a short while, just to enjoy some peace and quiet, calm the turmoil within her - otherwise, her dreams would bring no peace, only troubling memories. Lacrimae knew herself well enough to acknowledge that.




Well, he was obviously alive. Woman settled down in sand, observing as he came to his sense. She wasn't disappointed that this guy had survived, but didn't feel particularly happy about it, either. Didn't look like he'd have anything worth taking anyway. He recovered rather quickly, really and then finally turned his attention to her. Two pairs of green eyes met in intense stare and Laeth didn't even blink as he took in her appearance. She could read in his expression that something in her looks didn't quite sit well with the man, but who was he to judge? He was short and had pink hair.

Still, he had such mature eyes, like one who had seen a lot and been in pain often. It made her wonder just what he had experienced. Although she never admitted to having suffered herself, now and then she found a disfigured empathy for those who had been beaten up by life. But when the man spoke, most of the interest evaporated and it was evident in her expression. He didn't speak her language, no, he used that English tongue she had learned some on her trips to mainland. Marwo understood enough now to know he was inquiring about food.

She stood up, dusted off her clothes although without much avail, and picked up her bag and shoes. Even barefooted, she was taller than him. If it wouldn't be for those eyes and expression of his, she'd put him in shelf with wacky human teenagers who dyed hair, but it didn't seem quite fit him. Oh well. In any case, Island would shape him up soon enough - nearly no one spoke English here and were naturally distrustful of anyone from Mainland. Sure, there was a good deal of curiosity mixed in, but some were also hateful.

Didn't seem like he needed help, already following the strange, furry creature and Marwo got on her way, too (besides, he hadn't been very polite in his question, from what she gathered, what was mate anyway? An insult?). Of course, due to the factor the only direction that had strong scent of food was the same she was heading in - towards city - made her kind of follow him, before the woman passed him by, humming a tune. Although she seemed absolutely ignoring his presence, she was still aware of it and if he tried something funny, she would react on time.
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Old 01-17-2014, 08:08 PM

Fen looked up at his master with confusion. Just who did this woman think she was? The little critter raced ahead of her as if saying, "First one to the food gets all of it." Within seconds, his rusty fur was gone. He clearly thought his human would keep up. That wasn't the case, though. Cain, not wanting to exert anymore energy, continued trudging along behind her at his lethargic pace. There was no need to rush, he said to himself, but Fen was a funny creature.

The beast was getting all riled up at the slow pace of his partner, which sent him reeling backwards. Out of nowhere, the beast came back and gave a growl to the bloke before him. Not getting a bit of arousal out of him, Fen did what he thought best. Biting his ankle, the tiny fox instantly dropped his master. The guy didn't seem to mind and didn't appear to have any interest in getting up. He just laid there in the sand staring up at the sky. He was quite odd in that regard.

Fengir sunk his teeth into the laces that had come untied during the wash-up. Using them as a rope, the tiny creature pulled Cain through the sand. At first, it was a slow struggle, but within minute, the creature was happily trotting along with his master in tow. With each skipping step toward the scent of food, the fox-tiger gained speed. In about five minutes, he was traveling fast enough to pass Laeth.

Arms crossed over his chest, the pink haired man looked up at Laeth as he moved past her. His hand slid out some, offering her a small wave. He never really moved too much farther ahead of her, as Fengir was having a bit of an issue pulling his master up the small dunes and rolling hills. But, in due time, they were on the outskirts of the village. The creature released its iron grip on the shoe lace and happily bark-purred at its own success.

"Good boy, Fen." Patting the creature, Cain rolled up and scooped the tiny beast into his hands. Walking on his own now, the two strolled into town. The first thing they did was walk up to a vendor and get some food. But when asked for money, Cain could only stare blankly at them. Thankfully, the redhead wasn't too far from him and he merely walked over to her and poked her back lightly. Pointing from there location to the man swearing about needing money back to his grumbling tummy, his eyes widened and twinkled some. The puppy dog eyes were in full affect right now. But, would that charm work on getting him some free grub?


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"I see you eyeing my tree," his voice broke through the silence that encompassed the garden. He literally appeared out of nowhere. It was true, in fact, for he had previously been perched on the wall that cirled the grounds. Although Saith hadn't left the grounds, as instructed not to do, he steered clear of the priestess, knowing all too well that she needed to go about her job rather than tend to her 'prisoner.' He often stayed on the wall and shot his arrows at the grass on his side of the wall. He had nothing better to do than tear up her turf. Of course, he always went out of his way to kick the grass back in place, as if to make it look like nothing had happened. Granted, if a big storm came through, it would easily rip off all his damage and expose to the temple just what he had been doing. Perhaps it was his way of punishing them for keeping him around for so long.

His index finger was pulled behind his thumb now. He was leaning into her, his pelvis pressed against the bench. Getting into position, he released the drawn finger into her shoulder. It made a light 'plunk' noise when it made contact with her fair skin. He went to flick her again but decided against it. One flick should suffice.

He dropped down beside her on the white bench. "Can't have you stealing my tree." There was extra emphasis on the word my, and for a valid reason; it was the tree he'd been sleeping in. The flick was clearly his 'attack' to 'ward' her off. It was childish and meek, but it showed that he was starting to push his limits with this woman. A small smile crested his features, but faded when he saw the look that the priestess wore. She looked exhausted. She could almost use a hug. Or some mint tea. Maybe some fun would do her good! But he was a drow. What could he possible tell her or do with her that would lighten her mood? Not to mention, he didn't want her to assume anything.

Whoa, why the hell was he thinking such thoughts! He shook them from his head and berated himself for even bringing something so pathetic up. She wasn't his friend and he owed nothing to her. There was no way in hell he was falling for her either. They had known each other for what, a day or two? Hardly enough time to start squirming and drooling over someone, let alone an elf! Still, she wasn't all that bad. She did release him. And strawberries were brought to his room daily (He always went back and checked. He believed the maids were pleased with the tidy room and left him small red treats as a peace offering).

His hand hesitantly hovered over hers. It lingered there just long enough to look a tad awkward but, by the time the mind questioned it, his hand was firmly clasping hers. "I know the woods better than your guards. I know how to track. I'm more than capable of feeding people. I know all the right berries and herbs." His sapphire eyes moved to her. "You'll need my help if you want to do what you're about to do." He had heard rumors that she was leaving and Saith had made it up in his mind that he would join her, with or without her blessing. "I'm also really good at getting out of traps," he sheepishly added. It was just something he learned to do as far too often he was end up entangled in those godawful things. Not that people hunted drow, no they were just trying to catch a bear or wolf and failed miserably.

He scooted off the bench and now kneeled before her. Mae's beautiful fingers were still between his own darker set, still held just as firmly as before. "With or without your blessing, I'm coming." His lips pulled left and a side smile formed. "I've been looking for adventure and you're in need of a 'competent' man." Patting her hand twice, he released and stood upright, easily towering over her as she sat. The moonlight before him cast his shadows away from her, which allowed the large, silver ball to illuminate his shimmering, blue orbs that almost appeared silver in this light. Despite being a prick and a jerk at times, he still was a rather handsome fellow. Almost too handsome for his own good.
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Old 01-18-2014, 06:22 PM

"Oh? And why did you chose exactly that tree, if I may ask?" she inquired, sounding serious. From one side, she was just trying to make a conversation as she had been taught, from other - she wanted to understand what exactly was going on in this man's mind. He could rage, be rude and ignorant, but wished to be knight and refused awards for his good deeds... Mae was used to understanding the motivations and mindset of those she met, usually it was nothing very complex - greed, wanting to be loved, wishing to be free. Perhaps the last one was the one that led Saith (he had hinted at that), mixed with pride. Not that it really mattered, soon she'd leave and when she'd return, they would probably never see each other again, maybe except during one of the festivals in city she'd catch a glimpse of strange hunter. That is, if he ever came to see them.

At the flick she tensed slightly, not because it hurt, but because it was unexpected. If anything, physical contact or hardships, came predicted, she dealt with them much easier than something that happened suddenly. Although the elf wouldn't admit it, her life was all about stability and control. But now it had been derailed and she was spiraling into the unknown. Still, it would be unlike her to think that it couldn't be brought back on the right road. Perhaps she and Mage were making it out to be worse than it was.

Mae shifted, so she could look at him, waiting for an answer. He had an uneasy expression in his eyes that were bright and blue, similar to her own, although the shade was different. What was he thinking about? And then, he took her hand and her eyes slightly widened as the conversation suddenly took off in completely different direction. She considered pulling away as she looked down to their joined hands, but then decided against it. There was no one who dared or would like to be so familiar with her, but there was something comforting in the gesture and she squeezed his fingers lightly. However, wasn't this what couples did - sat holding hands in moonlit garden? What a silly thought. Priestess looked at his face again - Saith seemed serious about what he was saying.

He even knelt in front of her, still holding her hand, as if he was swearing to her something more than tagging along on her journey and it felt kind of... Special, and she wanted to believe him he truly meant it all, without any suspicion or doubt for just this moment. And so, she didn't tell Saith that she knew most of those things, too, or ask him if his true reason for so stubbornly wanting to come along really was just thirst of adventure (which actually made more sense than his previous claim that it was due to her stupid guards). Later, when remembering this moment, she'd blame being tired for this sway of emotions. Especially since he wasn't promising to protect her, only that he'd come along and she'd have little use for her guards.

When the drow released her hand and stood up, Mae looked up for a moment, studying his features. He looked a form made of shadows and moonlight, beautiful and distant. Such a strange idea, really. He was far too talkative and temperamental to be such a ethereal being. Then with a defeated sigh, woman stood up. "If you are coming with or without my blessing, then it is better I give it, is it not?" she said and rose her hand up, fingertips touching his forehead lightly, tracing pattern of a circle. Warmth spread from that spot throughout his body, not even heat, just cozy, warm feeling as she murmured words of 'blessing': "May your luck always walk one step ahead of you, giving you opportunities and keeping you from harm, Saith," then in her thoughts she continued, "May our paths, now crossed by Fate, never part on bad terms." It was just a taught ritual, not even true magic, but the woman believed a good wish that came from heart also held some power in its own way.

Then, she withdrew and stepped back. Priestess once more had taken a step sideways of her usual path and hurriedly sought way to get back on it, finding it in retreat. "We depart two hours after sunrise. I suggest you speak with stable master for a horse before that. Good night, Saith." And with that, Mae went towards temple, barely making any sound - apparently she had learned the art of sneaking, too, and it had become part of her without even trying.




Next morning, she'd do one final sunrise prayer at the temple and then depart. She smiled and hugged her few friends, waved farewells and generally acted as if this was just a small trip for relaxation instead of a serious task, so no one would worry as much as she did. Then again, there worrying was generally pointless in this elf's opinion - it never solved anything, only made one's heart heavy and mind troubled, lowering caution. That's what she told herself and finally, when temple disappeared from sight, the grip on her stomach loosened.

She and Geron rode on in silence, both preoccupied with their own thoughts. Besides, neither were of the chatty kind. Their mutual respect was partially based on that they never poked nose in the other's feelings uncalled. They were kind-of-friends, as much as you could be with someone who was your boss and had seen you grow up and felt comfortable in each other's company even in silence, not needing to fill it with chatter.

Hopefully, Saith had not been late for their departure, or it certainly would tick Mae off. She was actually now kind of annoyed at the concept of him along in general, but realized that without trapping him, there was little she could do to make sure he would not follow. And there was no need to directly do something that could make him hostile towards her. Surely, along the path, she'd find a reason to send him home, or he'd be distracted by some skirt to chase, as most men were, or some other task - perhaps a great hunt. But then again, if she put aside her suspicious nature, it wasn't bad to have him along.

Everything continued peacefully until the group came to the edge of cliff, marking start of large, marred 'split' in the ground - when one looked down, they could see small stream running between the rocks. It started at the seaside and passed right by the forest they had lost the thief in, deep into land. It was possible to get around it, but it would take up a whole day or more, setting them away from needed road. Normally, everyone used bridge to cross the chasm and that's where the trio was heading to now, too. On one side, there was cliff, on other - forest.

But when they came to the bridge, they were in for nasty surprise. Someone - or something - had damaged the bridge - it was missing some boards and looked unstable. Mae couldn't recall if it was so when she caught Saith, her attention had been too focused on him then, but it certainly was so now, and they had to figure a way to cross it. It didn't look safe for multiple people to be on at the same time, not even talking about riding across. "We should get to the other side one by one. I don't know if horses will want to, though. I know Raenn will come to me, but..." Apparently, that was name of her horse. Priestess had bought her on a whim from seller that was hitting the barely tamed creature that was too wild and proud to allow just anyone ride her. This kindness then was rewarded for reluctant permission to saddle her and eventually, led to deep bond.

"I should cross first," priestess suggested, looking to her companions. She didn't want the heavier man, Geron, going first and sending Saith instead could seem like she was wishing he'd put himself in danger.




Laeth chuckled slightly at the creature's actions, but didn't say anything. However, when it appeared again, dragging the man along, it earned a raised eyebrow from woman. Just how much strength did this animal have? Was it even an animal? She had never seen anything like it. Perhaps it was something from Island... Then again, Mainland had curious beasts, too, never seen by anyone living here.

She let them pass, she had nowhere to rush, really, and even stopped before entering village to put on shoes and straighten her clothes, get some more sand off. Her stomach grumbled slightly, the apple wasn't enough to satisfy her hunger, and woman moved towards the small market. Unfortunately, the pink one was there, too. Not paying him any attention, she bargained with a woman over some bread when someone poked her in back. Spinning on her heel, she stared down at the man.

To talk to him in English or not? The thought of acting as if she didn't know English crossed her mind and she figured she'd stick with it. After all, that's all he could provide - short entertainment. But she wasn't interested in paying for his food, the guy could decide to follow her then and that was last thing she wanted. Saleswoman looked at strange boy and then to Marwo. "Do you know him? Why doesn't he talk?" she asked, curious. "No, I don't know him, must have picked me because I look like I have money. Maybe he's mute?" Laeth shrugged and saw as pity entered woman's eyes. "Boy, do you hear me? Are you mute? Nod if yes," she spoke kindly to Pinkie as she had decided to nickname him (the word in English, that meant small finger to her knowledge and held his hair color in it).

If he nodded and didn't speak she'd give him some bread and cheese. Marwo smirked and payed for her own food, wondering if he would break the accidentally assumed character by spurting thanks in English. Now that could be funny to watch and instead of disappearing in streets, she just stepped back and looked over the marketplace, as if looking for something else to buy.
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Old 01-21-2014, 08:10 PM

Her reaction to his statement, no his vow, came unexpectedly to him. Saith didn't foresee this twist, her blessing that is. Jaw ajar with a slight bit of awe, he waited for her quick prayer (or whatever it was) to end. Only, she was hasty about it, which left Saith alone in the garden. This was not something he was overly fond of for he had just found someone to engage with. Since coming here, he spent little time with anyone, finding only the priestess to suit his fancy. Staring after her as she vanished into her home, the drow finally drew up his jaw and let his lips curl up into a light smile. It was odd, but he could see this woman taking a liking to his joining of her party. Even if he wasn't a guard or a knight, he would at least prove insightful and entertaining, more so than most of the others.

Slipping backwards, he found his bed in the tree. Parting the leaves away, his blue gaze looked around at all the windows until he spied his favorite, the priestess' quarters. He would stare up into that window of hers until the Sand Man claimed his eyes and cast him into the world of dreams and fantasy. As he slept, he found himself at peace. There was something about her touch that truly calmed him, almost quelling his wild heart. With the moon lighting his face and the stars twinkling above, the night's rest was very peaceful and easily restored his faith in some of his kin. Even though it was just a fraction of faith, it was a step in the right direction.

Morning came, but he was up before that. Sitting on the walls that lined the temple, he watched as the glowing, yellow ball moved up into the sky. The shimmering sky took on many different shades, all of which wowed the drow. It wasn't everyday that you were greeted by a rainbow of colors. As he stared into the sky, he swore he caught a glimpse of one, a rainbow that is. Looking further, he saw that long arch of it reach out over the temple, as if it were blessing the journey that laid in his wake. Of course, not being a religious man, Saith laughed the thought off and just found it to be that rain was lingering in the air. Why, even the dew on the grass sparkled with the reflection of the white light and cast rainbows all around the ground. It was so happy and gay that even he believed he might be in heaven.

Then his mind came back to reality. It was getting late and he needed to meet up with the crew that would ride with the priestess as she made her way toward a great mage. Saith didn't know the exact details, and with good reason, but he didn't care either. Why know that much? If he were caught, the enemy could coax the truth from him. The less he knew, the safer she was, or so he believed.

Rising, his back gave a good arch while his shoulders rolled. His gear was at his side and easily swung onto his back and hips. Hood up, he speed across the grass, making certain he only touched the grass he crossed when he came to the wall. Saith didn't want to leave more tracks than needed. One set in was the same set out. It helped confuse the enemy and it was a force of habit now.

Of course, he was late. It seemed no one was waiting for him either. Thankfully, someone knew which direction they would head so Saith raced off toward them. He didn't bother taking one of her horses either. No, a horse was useless in the trees. He ran down the path, going as fast as his light feet would carry him. Within no time, he was upon the forest and taking to the trees that were still slick from the dew. Had it rained in the forest last night, he wondered. Pressing forward, he was upon them in no time. Flying from the canopy, he landed gracefully before the mounted pair.

Catching the tail end of Mae's comment, the drow smirked. "As a precaution," his voice came from behind them. When they turned to meet him, they would see a drow with his bow pointed right at them. His eyes were red, glowing with the power of True Sight. The arrow cut through the air, missing both of them. It landed on the other side of the crack in the ground. Pounding into the walls, it lodged itself in good and deep. It was a sturdy connection and one that pleased Saith. Moving toward the tree he once hid in, he tied the rope he had affixed to the arrow to the tree. It wasn't strong enough to hold them all should the bridge break, but it was more than enough to keep the Sun Priestess afloat.

His gaze shifted down to meet her eyes. "Hold that when you walk. Should anything happen, don't let go. The rope is good and strong, easily able to support my weight. You shouldn't be a problem whatsoever." Looking to the man behind him, he frowned. "Sadly, this won't help you much." Turning away from Geron, he followed his rope across the crevice in the earth. It was close to the bridge and easy to grab, especially if she hugged the right side of the bridge. With a light pat going to her head, the drow laughed. "If you fall, I'll consider saving your life by using one of my stronger arrows and skewering you to the other side." It wasn't a joke either. His quiver had some odd arrows in it, one of which was strong enough to pierce through a bear with ease. He had another arrow that was more like a grappling hook, easily carrying whoever was caught to the other side. Tugging out that arrow, he loaded it on the off chance it was needed.

"When do you want me to cross? Once you're on the other side? Or halfway through your crossing?"


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What was with all these people? Why did they speak... foreignese. It was nothing like Cain had ever heard before. He knew French, German, Russian, and English. Granted, the three non-English languages were very rusty and elementary in nature. And yet, these people spoke something that bore no relation to what he knew. Cocking his head to the side, he desperately wished he knew what was transpiring. If only he had some sort of interpreter.

"Cain-sama," a voice came from the creature at his feet, "the woman wants to know if you can speak." The creature spoke in an Australian accent that was mixed with Japanese noises and sounds. Blinking a few times, Fengir cackled at his master's look of disbelief. He had no idea Fen could talk. Was it the island? Did it grant the little creature magical powers? Or had he never noticed before, making him simply an idiot?

The ball was in Cain's court. Should he sake his head yes and spoil the chance at free food? Or should he say no and hope that food would be given to him. The latter seemed wisest. Why not get a free meal? Crossing his fingers over his mouth in the shape of an "X," he shrugged and looked at the woman he spoke to him. Head cocking to the side, he lowered his crossed fingers and pushed them into his deep pockets. Would this work? Would he get food? Looking back at Laeth, he blinked innocently at her, as if asking for him. Raising a finger to his mouth, he pointed at his open mouth. While doing it, he made a "Ah-ah" noise, as if singling he wanted food. Hand on his tummy, he returned his gaze to the shopkeeper who he hoped would supply him with at least a day's worth of food.
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Old 01-22-2014, 02:03 PM

She had barely finished her sentence, when there was a soft noise and moments later, a voice that she immediately recognized spoke up. Woman turned sideways, unable to fully spin as she was still on back of her horse and her eyes widened slightly, at the sight of drawn arrow. He had a clear shot at her... But similarly, he could have stabbed her or slit her throat last night, or that nightly walk through temple. There was no reason to suspect him of murderous intents now than other times and she felt the knot in her stomach releasing before it even got tied up tight.

Geron's hand, however, hovered over the hilt of his blade, and she shook head at him lightly. Moments later, the arrows was shot and had embedded itself deep in ground. "You decided to join at a good time," she commented, climbing off the horse and sliding hand down animal's neck in reassuring manner. In all honesty, she had waited for Saith for a while, but they couldn't delay for too long. It was... somehow gladdening to know the man hadn't backed out of his promise after all. Maybe he just slept in. Weren't dark elves somewhat nocturnal?

"It is a good idea, thank you," Mae commended her companion and took two of the bags from her horse, with most needed things. Although she hoped the bridge would hold, there was no entire guarantee. She adjusted them on her back, thinking about Saith's question. "Halfway or third fourths through. It will add extra weight, but perhaps the better we're all on the other side the better."

Another reassuring touch on Raenn's muzzle and elf stepped on bridge, with one hand tightly gripping the rope. At places where there was very little board left, she slowed down and even shifted to holding the 'extra railing' with both hands. Things went well until a short distance from other end of bridge. Apparently, whoever had went the extra mile to sabotage bridge had thought of someone still trying to get across and the main logs holding structure up were half-broken and now, new weight coming on this simply gave in, falling away from under her feet and taking about half of the bridge along. The rest was holding on - for minute or two more.

As she lost her footing, Lacrimae let out a half-choked sound, not really a scream yet, but in-half reaction, grabbed at the rope with her other hand as well, which left her hanging in it. Her head first turned towards where Saith should be, fearful of his fate, then glanced towards their original destination. The other side seemed so close and yet so far now. She had to... had to slowly start moving sideways. Her hands gripped rope, but soon, she'd start sliding... But what about Saith, he had much larger distance to cross (assuming he was still on bridge or holding onto rope...)? Her eyes went again to dark elf with worry.




The woman was startled by small creature speaking up and frowned, but seemed to decide it didn't matter much. The noises it made sounded strange and unfamiliar, nothing alike language at all. And no one knew all the strange beings lived here on Island... Laeth, on the other hand, could barely contain her laughter. So, the little furry thing talked? At least, she picked out few English words in the mess. It could be just spouting gibberish, however, but considering the 'Cain-sama's' reaction, it didn't seem so.

As per plan, the shopkeeper did indeed give the boy food, plenty of it, and also told him that if he wanted some work, she'd give him some. She had a soft spot for the disabled, her own youngest having born with no ability to hear the world. But, oh, how he saw it... If only she had the money to send him to smart schools. Therefor, this pink haired youth perhaps got more kindness from her than he'd have from others.

But Marwolaeth decided it was her cue to leave now. She had a 'friend' to visit and this guy certainly knew how to take care of himself so perhaps watching him suffer couldn't be put on her today's list to do. So, why linger? Humming, she moved into street and towards the edge of town where shabby looking house, slightly leaning to right, stood. It wasn't actually old, but the constant experiments going in there tended to go wrong and cause some kind of damage to it. Today it looked strangely quiet, though.

Woman banged on doors, but got no reply. She banged again and peaked through window, but it was covered with black cloth. Dammit. He was probably having another hangover. Wouldn't get up till evening or later. She considered breaking in his house, wouldn't be hard, but then figured why waste one of the few chances she could get to spend at sea-side? An hour wouldn't hurt. Besides, she had hidden some personal belongings nearby, it would be good to grab those as well. Then she'd get him up, one way or another.

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Old 01-22-2014, 04:12 PM

Nodding to confirm her statement about his crossing, the dark skinned man let his eyes shift to the guard for a moment before returning to Mae, who was just now starting to cross the wooden steps that held her fate. For a moment, he held his breath. His blue eyes watched with worry as her foot touched the third board. It seemed to sag, which nearly caused him to rush forward and cup the woman up in his arms, rescuing her from utter demise. It was around that time where Saith started keeping score. With his keen, well-trained eyes, he noticed just which boards didn't seem to have the strength to hold much weight. Even if it was going to make walking tricky, he would gingerly miss those steps with the hope that the other boards would endure. He was noticing a pattern, too. Whoever went out of their way to sabotage this bridge did it so they could cross with ease. The pattern went three-two-three-one, repeating until it reached the end, or so he assumed.

Her hands were using that secondary railing as if it was her only lifeline. This brought a sly smile to his face, as he was proving his worth with this one. He could sense her hesitation at times, but he was worth it now. Even if he left later, he did successfully ease her journey across the damaged bridge. That would be at least one point in her book, right?

As her foot gracefully moved forward one step, Saith began his cautious approach. He didn't want to startle her so he waited until her head looked back. Nodding, he stepped onto the slender boards. It felt awful. He disliked that he couldn't really feel the wood beneath his toes, so he slipped his hands down to his boots. Tugging off the sole, a single strap kept his foot affixed to the rest of the boot. Saith's custom made boots were designed with his woodland kin in mind. Some creatures just felt more at ease when their feet were bare and could take in Mother Nature and all her wondrous glory. Saith was no exception.

His foot sprawled out across the board, feeling for its wear and tear. Sure enough, the board had been through a good ordeal. Weathered and beaten, Saith moved from that board to the next. This one was a tad sturdier, obviously done so the sabotager wouldn't fret about falling to his (or her) death. The next step was the one Saith avoided. He looked over his shoulder at Geron, as if saying 'watch my movements.' Even though the guard was far broader and weighed at least 50-pounds more than Saith, the drow couldn't help but do all he could to tip the scale in the guard's favor. He had no intention of carrying out the mission alone. Boy, would that would just spell trouble!

He was probably a third of the way in when he realized his speed was too much for Mae. She was still easing forward very slowly, with only one-eight of a trip left. Why did her pace rapidly change? Taking note of his height, the male shifted uneasily. Something felt wrong.

It must have been dumb luck or sheer intuition for the next thing Saith knew, he was free falling. In an act of selflessness, his eyes glowed red and shot in the Sun Priestess' direction. She was clinging to that rope for her dear life. What could he do? He was falling. Gravity was tugging him down. Even as light as he was, at least compared to Geron, he was plummeting to his untimely death.

But Saith didn't let fear or panic consume him. He was too proud to die in such a pathetic way. Falling to death? Psh, it hardly seemed fitting. He was too skilled for something so foolish. Without thought, his hands loaded up that grappling arrow. With a quick release, his body veered toward the wall of the cliff that he was trying to move toward. His body made contact with the hard rocky wall, which instantly bruised and battered him up. The rope was drawn taut and would probably snap if he didn't hop to it. Whipping out a pair of arrows that were coated with a metal diamond-like alloy, he shoved them into the rocky cliff he would now be forced to scale. Dangling off the two arrows, he started to pull himself up so he had a better angle on Mae.

Eyes narrowing, he caught what he feared most. Where the bridge had snapped, a chunk of the cliff had given away, pulling out along with the cords that once held the bridge. As the rocks crumbled, so did the base that his railing arrow pierced. In no time, it would be completely eroded, exposing a silver arrow with nothing to grip into. Mae would surely fall. Time was of the essence.

Hands flying over his back, he fought to find an arrow that would skew her without killing her. He needed something strong and sturdy that could clip her to the walls of the abyss. Something sturdy and strong. Something... his eyes fell to the arrows his hands seized. No, he swore he had more than two. Registering that the third was what held the priestess up now, he frowned. A true grimace formed over his face. Was he really to sacrifice himself for her? Perhaps luck would be on their side and the railing would hold?

No, he was wasting time.

Wincing, he pulled out his lifeline. He couldn't believe this is where it was all going to end. He felt something run down his face, which caused him to fall numb. There was no way he was crying over this. Death was natural, a part of life. Even so, it was unfair that he was to die for this woman. Priestess or not, who deemed her life more important than his? Still, it was wrong to be completely selfish. Mae needed to talk to a mage. She needed to pursue the thief. She needed to restore peace... or something noble like that, right?

Still, death had its merits. He would die a hero's death. His name would become famous. Tales of his heroism would spread. He would change the world for drow, allowing them to earn respect and love despite being creatures of darkness and shadow. Was it worth it? Sacrificing himself for the freedom of others?

The arrow was snapped to the string. His left hand was bleeding now, clinging onto his only hope -- that last arrow forced into the wall. With his right arm, he tried to steady himself, making ready to aim and save her. With his eyes red with True Sight, he could see the worry on her face. He could see her eyes grow wide with fear for she knew just what was about to transpire. She knew he was going to sacrifice himself for her.

It flew through the air, just missing her arm. His aim was the rope that her hand clung to. If he could force it a few feet forward, she could jump and reach for the earth.

Time slowed, nearly stopping. His heart raced as he watched the rope snap and jerk with the force of the arrow that pierced it. As the tattered end flew free, the priestess' body had just enough momentum from the sudden jarring motion to slip forward. Her hands would be just inches from the wall now. Just close enough to touch it. To maybe grab on. She just needed to reach and life would be hers.

And then, it happened. The one thing he failed to take into consideration. She couldn't hold on. She didn't have the strength to pull herself up. But why would she? How could anyone? Slowly, gravity pulled her down. Down toward Saith and down toward death. As his eyes moved toward where he assumed she would soon be, he found himself taken aback by her lack of falling. How was she not plummeting to death yet?

Above him he saw a dark silhouette whose hand firmly held Mae's own dainty pair. Whether it was might or sheer willpower, the figure above him pulled Mae up to safety. As she found safety in his arms, Saith let out of sigh of relief. At least she was safe.

The silhouette panned out to be a man, a rather handsome one at that. He was in glittering armor and just so happened to be in the area, catching the whole thing in those teal orbs of his. His brunette, nearly black hair fell before his stern, chiseled features, as he stroked the cheek of the woman he just plucked from free fall. She was unlike any he had ever seen and, instantly, he was in love. Her beauty was peerless and the look of relief on her face was enough to melt any strong man's heart.

Would kissing her be okay? He did just save her. It had to be acceptable.

He leaned into her, lips almost grazing hers when he recalled that his heroic mission wasn't done. Moving toward the cliff's edge, he frantically patted the grass for that silver arrow he saw. Sure enough, it landed on the ground and was still in tact. Peering over the edge, he wondered just how he would give the wall-scaler, the drow, his arrow. Then it hit him.

Running to his horse, he pulled out a rope and tied the arrow to the of it. Dashing toward the edge of the cliff before Saith, he slowly and surely lowered the arrow until it was in Saith's reach.

"Tie the rope around yourself." The man clad in armor moved to his horse and looped the rope around the mighty beast. Giving it a light slap across the rear, the horse jerked forward, easily pulling Saith up a good several feet. If all went well, the horse would pull the drow up without complications. Thankfully, luck was on their side and there was no need for Saith to scale the wall with his arrows.

Panting as he sprawled out on the grass, the drow rolled over to look up at his savior. This guy was human, without a doubt. A knight, too, going solely off looks. Why else would someone parade around in armor and be so quick to help?

"The name's Bael, A. Kevlar Bael." Sweeping into a bow before Saith and Mae, he rose his head up. "Please just call me Kev." A smile came to his face when he stepped out of his bow. Seeing Geron on the other side, he offered the guard a wave. "It's all good, sir guard! Your lady is safe as is her scout." That salutation wouldn't work. He needed to give this guard more. "I am Kev Bael from on high, I served a southern priestess. I've also guarded the noble blood from an eastern village. Your lady is in safe hands, my fellow brother."

With Geron left to mull over the news from Kev, the brunette turned to the pair before him. He just eyed them, not saying a word. At least, not yet. God, there were on odd sight to see. A drow helping an elf. What was really at play here, the knight wondered.
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Old 01-22-2014, 08:39 PM

He was falling. Her heart, or rather, mind seemed to freeze for that instance, watching Saith's body move towards the stream below. He wasn't far yet, but it wouldn't be long. Next blink and- Mae's lips parted, perhaps for a dramatic 'no' or calling his name, but the sound was stuck in her throat, and really, what would it change? Nothing, nothing at all. He, on the other hand, was not as helpless and nearly quicker than her eye managed to register, he shot an arrow and now flew forward the wall, not rocks below. Her head spun around, she winced at the impact the drow made with wall, but then had to return attention to herself as her grip slipped slightly. There would be severe rope burns on her palms later. If there ever was 'later'.

Woman pulled up some, resting on the rope with one of her arms now, not just hanging below like clothes hung for drying on washing line. More like a heavy meat bag than airy clothes, however. She had never felt so heavy as this moment. Of course, the additional bags did not help, and her bow with quiver was not weightless either. All of this was now absolutely useless, however. She didn't have any arrows like Saith. No, her equipment was solely meant for hurting others, even if only in self-defense. Strange, that she, someone who were to protect, did not have the ability to save and guard unlike a drow with the very same weapon. In her defense, she had never really planned to use bow in a fight. But then her thoughts switched back to the man and she shifted her gaze. Somewhere, just out of her attention circle, Geron was calling something, but it didn't register.

Just how did two measly arrows manage to hold his weight, why didn't they break and send him spiraling towards his demise once more? Her stomach churned at the idea and she chased it away, trying to move towards the edge. However, as soon as the rope began moving more in her attempts to climb, the elf came to same conclusion as Saith had - rocks above the arrow that held up her rope were crumbling away and the tugging and swaying could only fasten the process of arrow losing its position. But her own body would do the same near enough. Frantically, Lacrimae thought over what she could do. Her powers... She had never tested them on purpose and doubted that a platform could hold weight of a person for too long. Even the handcuffs and cage focused more not on material density that one couldn't break through, but on immense heat that would stop a person from trying to get through borders created by magic.

Still, it was worth a try. Severe burns that she - and perhaps Saith, if her plan went well - would most likely suffer were better than finding death on rocks far under her dangling feet. No, Mae was stubborn being, she would not accept defeat so easily, she would not be stopped at the very start of her journey. And she would not lose her companion. He had saved her, she would not betray him in giving up or letting him die. She just had to concentrate, ignore the fear that gripped her in its clawed hand, making it hard to breath, to think, as her eyes watered... Soft glow spread under her feet, forming a small square, first dim, then stronger, but then suddenly, it nearly completely faded as the woman realized what Saith was about to do.

How could he do something so utterly foolish, for her sake? "No!" she called out, but it was too late. Somehow, he had managed to shoot with just one arm, other still holding on, and the woman flew forward. She timed release of rope well just when the swing carried her close enough. She leaped with all her might and... Yes! She grabbed on the rough edge that cut in her palms, finger trying to dig into something, but without any success. There was only a bit of dirt and smaller stones that easily shifted under her touch and provided no stability. But she would manage, somehow.

There was such a sudden wish to live, to survive in her that she hadn't felt... Since she was still a child, escaping those cruel hands and bars of her childhood. She bested odds then, she could now, too. A root, she just needed root of sorts to grab on and hold, pull up enough to have her head above the edge and she'd be... But the bags were limiting her movement and adding more weight than she was used to. If she would have time to think, she'd have cursed her careful pre-planning and greediness that now would be cause for her fall - her grip was slipping and now only her fingertips held onto anymore. Moments more and those, too, let go.

She didn't shut her eyes, no, they were wide in disbelief as she began the fall, but suddenly, light was blocked by a silhouette and she felt hard something yank her hard, stopping her. Someone was holding her! And pulling up. It happened fast, too, Mae could barely register it all when she was standing on her own two feet, although it rather felt like swimming in relief, in arms of a... man who was stroking her cheek? Her mind that had paused for moment, suddenly kicked back in action and she barely registered brunette leaning in as she shifted to side, freeing from his grasp (but not before his lips fleetingly touched her cheek) and knelt down on edge above Saith, looking down. Quickly, she assessed the situation and then, turned to her rescuer, simultaneously pulling off shoulder one of the cursed bags.

"Rope!" was only thing she said. They didn't have time for many words, but her tone was not just command, although her voice automatically assumed some kind of authoritative sound, - it was also a plea. She was nearly sure that rope she had taken remained by Raenn's sadles not in this bag. But he had already figured the needed course of action and moments later, end of rope was thrown to Saith and not long after, drow was scrambling over edge. She immediately grabbed his arm and helped him pull himself up, another wave of relief hitting her.

She stood up, and helped Saith up, if he would accept, straightening up right in time to see their savior bowing. He introduced himself, giving a rather noble-sounding name that fit his appearance. When he called over to Geron, she, too, looked at her Guard who looked absolutely shocked and as if shrunken in size, probably crushed by the fact he had been unable to help. Raenn was nervously stomping her feet. So, 'Kev' was a knight. Fitting. And she looked at him, smile appearing on her lips, although in all honesty she still felt a bit numb, although her mind was processing everything quickly.

"I thank you, A. Kevlar Bael. My name is Lacrimae Heliandum and as a High Priestess of Sun, I will make sure you are properly rewarded for your heroic deed at my Temple." She put her palms together, as Mainlander would recognize Christians did praying, and bowed, hands changing position in a smooth move, left palm now turned towards him, other going over her heart. It was both way to thank and pay respect among more religious or magically inclined people - a thank that came from heart as a blessing.

Although one could argue she hardly looked fit for the role she claimed to have, with dirt smeared clothes and hands, cuts and bruises, somehow most would not doubt her. She already didn't look so much like mere damsel in distress. "Unfortunately, we cannot make the trip back there with you, so I will write a proper scroll to take with you... But first, I must treat my and my companion's injuries." But before that, she turned once more to look at the other side of chasm. "Geron, it will take you too long to reach us. Return home, take Reann with you. We will manage until we reach next city and can resupply, it is not that far," she called to man and when he seemed to object, she added that "it is an order. You should be with your wife."

Then, he complied and took reins of Reann, but she resisted and shook free, and ran off along the cliff, towards the direction they had come from. Either the horse had decided to go back to temple or follow Mae, running around the chasm as they had done few times on their rides. Geron shrugged and climbed on his horse, waved good byes and turned towards old path, too. Elf shook her head slightly and then picked up her bag, ready to move further away from edge that had put her so close to death. "Sit down over there," she told Saith, pointing at group of three trees near the path that would lead them toward next city.

She first quickly washed her own hands under water poured from canteen and then, soft glow enveloped her palms, climbing up rest of her arm, and most of scratches and cuts closed. Then, given that Saith had complied (if not, she'd give him a stern look and said the 'order' again) she repeated the process. However, the soft glow barely helped wounds on his left hand (the pain did lessen), and woman frowned, then pulled out bandages from bag and small box with some kind of balm that she quickly applied before wrapping his hand. Perhaps she held his palm longer than she would have to, trying to find some words to express what she was thinking. It was rare that she had to look for words, but the event still had left her shaken. "There you go. And... thank you, Saith. It was extremely foolish, but just as brave of you. I do not advise going to such extremes again, however, and will do my best to assess the situation more correctly from now on so you do not have to. I apologize for my error."

Of course, taking the blame that wasn't entirely hers was quite unlike Lacrimae even if it was said so formally, but she did feel guilty and somehow bringing up that he had nearly sacrificed himself for her, someone he barely knew in more emotional tone, didn't seem the best, given the knight was still lingering around and perhaps listening in on their conversations. When she had similarly treated other visible injuries on Saith and made sure he seemed somewhat healthy, no broken ribs or anything from that crash into stone wall, elven woman stood up and turned her attention to Kev. She'd still address him by full name when speaking, but in mind it was quicker to call him as 'Kev'.

"What brings you to this side of Island, sir? If you do not mind sharing, that is," she spoke, looking for pen and paper in her bag, but rather fruitlessly. It was probably in one of the bags still with Raenn. She had tried to keep observing the human with corner of her eye most of this time, trying to make out what kind of person he was. Brave and kind? That seemed obvious. But what about the way he had touched her face and... attempted to kiss her? Mae could swore she had felt touch on her cheek, even though her mind had been preoccupied with thoughts of Saith's safety.
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Old 01-22-2014, 09:26 PM

If he had the chance, Saith probably would have kissed the ground. Sadly, that didn't happen for this "Kev" guy was being overly formal, which drove Mae to copy his formality. Saith, on the other hand, just looked at the strange man. Just what was he doing her? Yes, humans were on the island, but this guy seemed different. He was unlike any he had really seen. Perhaps it was the armor? His eyes moved behind the brunette and spied the horse. It was a large beast, easily able to carry two. And what was that he spied propped against a tree? Was it a staff? No, a spear? His eyes returned to Kev.

A smirk came the instant the priestess offered Kev a reward. This woman really liked to shell out her wealth didn't she? It made Saith wonder if she would offer him a reward too. He could only shake his head at that as the priestess should know he would decline, again. Although, he was beginning to miss strawberries. Perhaps he could coax her into buying some.

Shaking off the thought, the injured drow found himself rolling his eyes in disgust at Kev. Was this guy serious? He seemed to hop right out of a fairy tale. Or who of those cheesy romantic plays that the drow loathed above all else. Kev's sweeping motions, the kiss to Mae's hand, and the words of sheer devotion sicked him.

"My fair priestess of the sun, I am not here to accept your humble gesture." His face revealed a smile. "I'm just glad I happened by and saw everything."

As Saith gave another eye roll he followed Mae to a path away from the edge. He opened his mouth to protest, but a stern look made him reconsider arguing with her. His ribs were bruised, his face had a nice cut, and his legs were sore from the collision with the rocks. Not to mention, his left hand was torn to pieces from gripping that sharp arrow's base. He should have worn his gloves. Why he hadn't put them on was beyond him. It actually bothered him that he was so foolish to leave them in his pocket. But what happened, happened, and he couldn't change it.

The priestess was now addressing him and Saith could only shake his head at her comments. "What was I supposed to do? Watch you die? I will admit you're not my first choice of people to die for but," his eyes looked away and, unknown to him, a blush crossed his cheeks, "I suppose if I were to die for anyone, a priestess would do." He tried to smile, but found it hard so rather he just started at the crack in the earth that separated him from his forest. As he stared at the broken remains of the bridge, he felt a wave of anger pulse through him. "No. It's my fault. I should have gone first. I should have known something was wrong. If the thief didn't retreat across the bridge that night, why should we have." His hands were balls into fists now. "I'm sorry. I... I should have known better and your life never would have been in danger." It was hard for him to look at her, but he did. Those large, blue eyes of his were still trembling from all that had transpired. Clearly, he was more shaken up about the fall than he appeared. But he was a drow, a master of deception and illusion. Of course he could mask his feelings, but he couldn't stop the fear in his eyes.

It was around this time when Saith felt a pair of eyes cutting into his soul. Looking up, he locked eyes with Kev. Just what was this guy's problem? Saith was about to make a comment, but Mae was a bit quicker with his tongue.

Oh great, he moaned to himself. Of course she wants to know more about him. He wants to make a disgusting noise, but he found it too cliche for even he. Looking at Kev, he could tell in an instant that the knight was in love with Mae. It was sickening how fast this could happen, but Saith had seen it time and time again. Ignoring the couple, the drow gently touched his injured hand and let his mind rest some.

"I have traveled far and long in search of you, my love. I was told that a woman with golden hair and a beautiful face was looking for a knight worthy enough for her cause. Although the voice that spoke to me in dream didn't tell me much about the quest, I knew I had to make haste. It was a good thing I left the moment I awoke for I fear... no, I cannot let my mind see you in such darkness." Kev's hands were holding the priestess' pair again. This guy was awfully touchy-feely, and Saith found himself coming out of resting to rub away a wrinkle on his brow. Just what was up with this guy? Who did he think he was, Romeo?

"Henceforth, my lady, I will serve you. I will do all you ask and more than I can offer. Your love will strengthen me and my spear shall fight to protect you and all you stand for. I have traveled long and far for you. Together, we shall bring peace and find happiness in the arms of one another." Another kiss went to Mae's hand, and that was when Saith snapped. Rising, he pushed the knight aside. He easily stood taller than the brunette and he looked far more threatening. Narrowing his eyes, Saith tried his best to ward off this new comer, but Kev didn't falter. Matching the drow's cold gaze, he leaned up and into the guy so that their heads were almost butting up against one another.

"Why don't you go back to were you came from," Saith growled.

"Like I would leave my priestess with you," his words were venomous and fueled Saith further.

"Tch, like I would leave her with you!" Stepping in front of Mae, he held out his arms as if she shield her, but Kev wouldn't have it. Trying to break down the drow's arms, the two men were soon on the ground wrestling one another. Was jealous at play here? Or was it really a matter of pride?
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Old 01-22-2014, 11:23 PM

Saith surprised her with his words and what she could read in his eyes. And he did so in pleasant manner, what was perhaps even more surprising. Not because he was a drow, but he had already created such a self-righteous image that it was unexpected to see such... guilt and selflessness. And in that moment, she realized that while their paths were leading in same direction, he would truly be her ally, one she would protect and stand for, much like any of her friends or fellow priestesses. And even when they split eventually, would he ever come to seek help from her, she would grant it to her best ability. Lacrimae was far more loyal than one would expect, perhaps more than she liked it herself at that times, but when such decision was made, it would stick.

But before she could say something, reassure it indeed was not his fault, Saith's gaze traveled away from her and she turned to look behind them. Immediately, she gathered that there was some kind of build up between the two, but couldn't quite pinpoint the reason. Had they met before and only now had Kev realized he had some kind of issue with this drow? If not, then it would be best to distract him and erase whatever anger was growing in air. And so, the question was thrown at knight, but she had not been prepared for what would quickly come next.

The speech this human gave was just out of a story about knights, and not the ones that were trained now, but of the old, Golden age. And she believed in visions, given by Gods and simply, one's fate, so that shouldn't be a reason to disbelieve this man. Still, the urge to withdraw hands was constantly raising and she was just trying to muster polite speech to stop the waterfall of words that Kev was spouting, when it all shifted towards a new theme - love - and her blue eyes widened. As he moved in for second kiss, she swiftly pulled her hand away and took a step back, mouth opening to explain, as kindly as she could, his feelings were not returned.

However, Saith was quicker and word exchange quickly escalated into a brawl. She had tried to stop it, when Kev first touched drow, but both men were already too heated up to be calmed down so easily and all she could was step back and watch in shock as they fought. Anger bubbled up in her, swelling up in ball, even steamrolling that rather feminine sense of satisfaction that two men were fighting over her. In truth, she didn't see it in such romantic light, not thinking that Saith would hold such interest in her, and suddenly she rather felt perceived as an item. And that was not something this woman could tolerate easily.

"Stop it right now!" her voice rose, and blinding light flashed between two fighters, most likely stunning them even if for a moment and loosening their grip. If so, she'd use that to drag them apart. Now, if that didn't work, next light explosion would involve a sudden burst of heat between their bodies that would force them apart, or at least one of them sideways, if Kev would be unaffected in his armor. Either way, she managed to get them part and before the fight would reignite, she stepped in, blue eyes flashing in barely suppressed anger.

"Are you two adult men or just some children, fighting over a toy? Really, I am ashamed, in your place. I am not a thing, I have my own mind, decisions and feelings," perhaps she would not be on verge of loosing her cool, if not the near-death experience less than half hour ago, but as Mae had went through that, she felt a bit more unstable in her emotions. She drew breath in attempt to calm her self and turned to Kev, staring down at the human. "I do not know what vision you claim to have seen, but you must be mistaking me for someone else. I would have considered employing you for this journey as we have ended up one person short, but it does not seem you are able to contain your emotions even enough to inquire of my opinion or feeling, nor to keep a cool head which is essential in dangerous situations." Perhaps this accusation was unfair, as he clearly had not lost control of situation when her - and Saith's - life was in danger. Still, in many situations, enemy could use the emotional side of him to gain advantage.

Besides, who was this man and how did he dare to treat her so familiarly and even engage fight with her companion over her (in any sense), when she had given him no encouragement!? Perhaps it was all a trick, as his sudden appearance in the right time was nearly a miracle and could as well... been staged. Did he want to gain her trust, use her somehow? The sudden attention she had gotten from Kev did seem alien and suspicious to priestess, no man had said or done anything like that outside some of old ceremonies. But for now, she had no reason for such foul accusation and she refrained.

"Would you charge like this at any one who taunted or provoked you, even if it was someone with clear tactical or power advantage?" she questioned knight, but without really awaiting answer, turned to look at the drow. "And you! Are you really able to keep your wits only when bow is involved? What got into you, for sunlight's sake?" She shook her head and disdain. Just minutes ago, she had been impressed by him and then he went and crashed the image, although not without help. Still, it had been childish and he had even be the one to incite the fight, with words. Over her affairs that, romantic or not, were entirely her personal business. He had no right to decide in her place. "Now, if you two are over your needless dispute, I would like to continue my travel. However, if you wish, you can remain here and fight to your heart's content. I am capable of travelling alone." And with that, she grabbed up her bags and began walking down the road.
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Old 01-28-2014, 08:08 PM

The moment she spoke up both the men knew just what they were doing. Both were ashamed and honestly shocked that they even let things get this out of hand. Saith was especially concerned as he knew there was no reason to get so aggressive. But why had he been acting as such? Was he... jealous? His eyes slid over to the blond elf. Sure, she was decent looking and pretty nice, but he wasn't attracted to her. No way. Attractions, love, and such petty thoughts and interactions weren't made for him. Saith was emotionally detached from relationships and feelings of that nature. And yet, there he was, taking offense to this Kev guy calling Mae 'his love.' He shook his head and gathered up his gear before following Mae in silence down the path toward the forest. He refused to speak, let alone acknowledge that he even dipped as low as slugging the knight. The light red hue to his cheeks only hinted at the truth of the situation that he was, indeed, embarrassed at his own actions. Perhaps one things had settled and he had a chance to collect his wits, he would apologize. Until then, he just trailed silently behind the Sun Priestess.

Kev, on the other hand, was begging for forgiveness and stating that, regardless of her desires, he was going to protect her. Even while she walked, he was groveling on his knees (backwards at that!) for her forgiveness. It was a rather sad sight but that was Kev for you. He wasn't pleased with his actions and he wouldn't stop his antics until he was certain that Mae knew such things would never transpire again. After caking his pants in mud, he finally twisted up and toward his horse. Mounting it, he road on ahead of Mae. Even if she accepted his apology, he just couldn't stand beside her. Like Saith, he was embarrassed, kicking himself for being such a fool. What bothered him more was that Saith stepped in to the fight. This made Kev wonder just what role this drow played. Was he... her boyfriend? Kev hadn't even thought about looking into her love-life before confessing his attraction to her. Hanging his head in defeat, the trio trudged onward.

The three might have been on the wooded path for maybe thirty minutes now. The forest was growing thicker, too, cutting the sun from the picture almost completely now. With the visibility in the forest dropping to maybe just over 1000-feet due to the thick leafy canopy, Kev started to pull himself back so that he was closer to the priestess. The brunette looked over his shoulder to see how Saith was fairing. Not seeing the drow anywhere in sight, he turned his eyes to the forest that engulfed them. Squinting his teal eyes, his orbs slowly made out the faint movement of the black-skinned forest stalker. A smirk came next. "How did you two meet?" His eyes shifted toward Saith who was now frozen just off the side of the path. His blinking blue eyes stared at Kev with confusion. The armor wearing man was asking about his relationship with Mae. It was odd. He wanted to speak first but figured he would let the Sun Priestess touch on the subject. He was curious to see just how she would tell the tale. Would she tell Kev that he was a bad man? Suspected of aiding a thief? Shuddering, he picked up his pace and moved just far enough ahead to be hidden by the trees, but he was close enough to overhear the conversation.

"Not to pry or be rude. I just find it odd that an elf and a drow would team up." Looking down at the priestess, he slowed his stead more so that he wasn't pulling away from Mae.

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Old 01-28-2014, 11:57 PM

Lacrimae wasn't one easy to anger, but she had come dangerously close to being furious there on the cliff's edge - the two had nearly tumbled down over it in their absolutely idiotic fight, for light's sake! And when she began feeling something strongly, good or bad, that emotion stayed with her for quite a while, especially if fueled. But even through her anger, she found pity tinged with annoyance for the man groveling in front of her. Well, maybe just annoyance. It was embarrassing, although perhaps fitting, considering her position. So, she told him multiple times to stand up, however as she didn't mention forgiveness, it had little success.

Finally, he did raise and event went back and she felt relieved. Perhaps he'd leave. There was enough troubles in the current situation as it were - she had lost her horse, her guard and nearly her temper, too, had her life endangered and her trip slowed down, argued with her companion - to want a strange knight added to the lot. But of course, Sun would not let her have it so easy and Kevlar returned, now on his horse. At least he remained silent, it was a relief. Priestess, too, chose silence over speaking, moving onward decisively, head held up high in somewhat defiant manner. Few times she glanced behind her, though, to see if Saith was keeping up. Apparently, he was also ashamed and didn't want to stay in her and knight's company so kept his distance. But at least the drow was still following.

At the sudden question, Mae nearly faltered in her steps, slightly at loss what to answer. It was a long story and one she didn't feel like sharing, especially with this man. And why would he want to know? Would it be because the two of them were so different and supposed enemies? When Kev explained it turned out to be exactly that and elf's eyes narrowed slightly. She curtly replied to him that their paths had crossed due to a twist of fate and misunderstanding. Of course, she could have called it a mistake, but felt no desire to admit that she too could be wrong. Moments later, she continued: "I do not take part in racial bigotry. I acknowledge differences among nations, but they should be assets, not reasons for hatred." With that, the conversation seemed to have ended. At least she was not going to go into greater details on this subject.

And so, the three moved deeper into the forest. Over the hours, her anger dissipated and around noon, she'd be back to her kinder, although still stern, ways. They'd settle down for a meal, perhaps, or at least she did. Most of her food reserves had remained with Raenn and Geron, but one of the bags contained some loaves of bread and cheese that she'd share with her companions, if they chose to accept. Before that, though, she'd go out on a small search for berries and bring back. And, indeed, by a small stream where she'd later refill her canteen, she found a juneberry shrub. Her findings, too, she would offer to the two men.

After that, the trio was again on their way. Lacrimae realized that the knight didn't even know what they were going after. Or supposedly didn't know. His arrival still seemed strange to her, although Fate had taken many unpredictable turns in past few days. If he would insist in staying with them even after they reached next city, she'd tell him. Maybe sooner, if he proved to be somewhat trustworthy. The thought that she could be paranoid crossed her mind, for she had ended up being suspicious of each stranger (and more). Maybe indeed she was taking this too seriously, too worriedly.

However it may be, rest of the day passed by without much incidents, if any at all. Few times, Mae engaged in civil, polite conversations with either men, but mostly remained quiet. In truth, it felt good to just to take a long walk in the forest, drinking in its sounds and calmness. It would sound silly if she confessed that she missed it in her 'profession'. Ever since the Veil's breech and contacts with Mainland, many people were scared and came to her for guidance, blessings... There was no time for a stroll in the wild. And even the heavy bags couldn't bring her mood down in this aspect. Her nerves eased and bird songs eventually soothed away the stress from the incident on bridge.

When sunset approached, she sought out a small clearing in woods, where they also would camp for the night, most likely. There, she performed ritual for departure of Sun and greeting of the night. Her voice weaved up in the air in song in an ancient tongue and soft glow enveloped her kneeling form. It was simplified, of course, full ritual would require clear view of horizon, drums and other priestesses singing and in special events, she would even dance. But this would work in given situation - she had paid respect to her Goddess and upcoming darkness.

They ate again and began preparing for night's rest. Her sleeping bag, as expected with her luck, was with Raenn, too. That alone didn't worry her too much and priestess settled down at the bottom of tree, one backpack as pillow, other next to her and bow with arrows on top of it. Maybe she should climb up in a tree, too, could be more comfortable. But before she fulfilled this thought, sleep claimed her. It had been a long, stressful day, after all.

But of course, Fate would not be so kind as to let her rest peacefully that night. The singing, or maybe campfire even though dying out by time they arrived, had attracted some creatures. Such an easy prey they thought they had found and as no one seemed to be awake and aware, they decided to strike. Sliding down from trees, quiet steps approached sleeping forms, and somewhere in the middle of that, Mae's eyelids twitched slightly, but did not open. Her hand however, moved closer to her bow. Slowly, slowly, but not slow enough not to be noticed and offender lunged at her throat, only to receive firm kick in stomach, doubling him over, and immediately, woman sat up, bow ready to fire. Not that the attacker would sit on his backside waiting for an arrow, besides he wasn't alone...
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Old 01-29-2014, 03:43 PM

Saith never once spoke with Lacrimae. Even at lunch he decided against conversing with her to the point of not joining Kev and Mae for lunch. He wasn't being rude; he simply needed time. He needed to sort out what was going on and, quite frankly, he was worried that he was sick. He found nothing else plausible to explain his sudden outburst and fit of jealousy. It wasn't in his nature to care so much about someone, let alone a woman.

As the forest surrounded him, he find himself enjoying the tranquil outdoors. It was nice to be in the trees and have the earth below his toes. His boots were as he left them to cross the bridge and his toes thoroughly enjoyed it. It almost brought a grin to his face when he splashed around in the stream. Of course, that was short lived as he saw Mae's eyes look his way. Again, he was trying to avoid her so he hopped out and found himself back in the safety of the leaves.

It was probably a good thing that Kev was keeping the priestess company from time to time. He at least ate with her and even helped with the berry collection. His herbal knowledge was impressive, too, as he spied some eucalypts honey as he combed the bushes alongside the stream for waterfowl eggs. Although he failed to find eggs, the sugary treat was a pleasant surprise for the crew. Even Saith dabbled in tasting the tree's precious sap, but he did so on another tree about seven down from where Kev and Mae were.

Saith had also happened upon some nice flora that would prove useful. He stumbled upon lemon myrtle, which served nicely as an inspect repellent. He also saved enough so they could use it to cook later as it would add a nice flavor to the food. In addition to that, the drow found some mountain peppers. He would also present these at the evening meal with the hopes of maybe making up for his standoffish behavior for the day.

When night started to set in, the drow tightened his gap between he and the noble pair. Soon enough, the trio were hunkered down around a fire and Mae was busy doing one of her silly prayers. He almost told her to stop but realized that would just piss her the hell off. Saith had done enough damage for one day so she let her go at it. Perhaps another day he would ask for a quieter prayer as he wasn't too fond of telling they world they were there. Then again, he was just overly cautious in the night.

Finding a perch above the tree the Sun Priestess slept at, the blue-eyed drow watched as Kev seemed to toy with someone. Finally, the brunette knight caved and it all became clear. His horse, he discovered it was named Ruine, was set to rest beside the priestess to keep her warm. Kev, finding a tree across from the fire, did his best to stay away, but found the darkness of the night to be too much for him. Being a creature of the night, Saith should have had no issues staying awake but even he found that yawning was happening too frequently. A lot had happened and it was only natural that he be petered out. Perhaps he would close his eyes for just a bit?

Blue orbs flicked open the second he heard something shift in the woods. His body stayed still as froze and became one with the tree. Whatever approached would go after Kev or Mae, never knowing that Saith rested above the sleeping woman. It actually made him wonder if she even knew he was there. He crept into her tree not too long after her eyes started to give into the weight of the sand on them. Kev was oblivious to his location, so Saith had the slip on that guy. Too bad he was a so-called ally.

He had probably been asleep for two hours, which meant it was nearing midnight. His body had slowly lost its heat and he could almost feel a chill blow down his back. The forest was rather eerie in this dim moonlight and Saith still had no idea who lurked in the shadows. It would have been foolish to use his True Sight for it would give away his location. For now, he would let his wide eyes try to see the unseen that lingered around him. Sure enough, these shadow stalkers were going to attack the woman.

His eyes flicked to Kev. It sounded like two more were approaching the knight from behind. Kev looked asleep, but Saith could tell from his eye movement that the warrior was no longer in REM sleep. He was faking it now. Turning his eyes to Mae, he watched as she carefully inched her fingers toward her weapon. Saith followed suit and gingerly guided his arm over his back to begin lacing up arrows. He had the upper ground and could easily take out three; well, maybe not kill, but at least injure them.

The second the action started, the first creature was already heading for the bushes. Saith lined up his arrow and let it dig into the cowering figure's calf. Instantly, he dropped. Apparently, based on the commotion below, the thieves of the night thought Miss Mae had let lose that arrow that tripped their comrade. This pleased Saith for he was still in their blind spot.

It was at that time that Kev kicked himself back into the tree and did a somersault off it. The knight's movements were rather impressive. As his body whirled back around, his feet spread out below him as his hand gripped at the grass to slow his momentum. A whistled followed and his horse came rearing up behind him. Hooves flying, the mighty beast gave one of the attacks a good kick. As Ruine bucked around, Kev made his dash for his spear. Within seconds, he was twirling it around and lashing out toward the enemy.

Two were down, but seven were visible. Saith knew better than to guess their numbers were so low. Who would readily attack a knight donning armor with just nine men. No one. More lurked in the forest.

A rustle came from behind and Saith hugged the base of the tree. With caution on the forefront of his mind, he peered around to see what he never thought he would see. His own reflection. There, in the tree, sat a drow. This drow had flowing white hair and deep red eyes. His ears were long and sleek, as was his figure and form. This drow had no idea Saith was behind him, but he didn't seem to care. His arrow was trained not on Saith, but on Mae.

"MAE! RUN!" His voice started the drow to his back, but it cost him his balance as the drow crashed out of the tree. Saith, springing into attack, leaped from the tree and landed in an attack position beside the fire. Eyes glowing red, he looked over his back at the sun priestess. "I said run." His voice was authoritative and commanding, indicating that he knew more than the other two did.

From above came two more drow, these ones caused the trees to bend, which allowed the moonlight to spill onto the wooden stalkers. There, in that very patch of light, both Mae and Kev could see what was before them. A horde of drow hellbent on killing these trespassers.

Kev lunged onto his horse and offered Mae a hand. There was no way they could win this fight. Saith was right to call out a retreat. But a part of Kev didn't trust the man. Who was to say he wouldn't lead these drow after them? Who was to say this all hadn't been a ploy? A plot by Saith to kidnap the priestess and rob Kev of his armor, spear, and majestic horse?

"Priestess, we must go. We can't win. They have the upper hand," he pleaded to the woman. If she chose to stay, he would too. But he was really hoping she would ride with him. They would gallop long and hard into the night and not stop until they reached the end of the forest. Saith was skilled enough to buy them some time. Not to mention, he could probably work out a deal with his own kin, assuming he wasn't already plotting along with them.

An exchange between Kev and Saith followed. Both glared angrily at one another. It was their unspoken truce. If Saith wanted to prove his loyalty to the priestess, he would stay behind to give Mae and Kev a chance to find safety. And to Saith, this oath meant that Kev would never betray the golden princess and he would help her carry out her duties until the day she died.
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Old 01-29-2014, 09:48 PM

At first chance, priestess sprung to her feet. Although she was not a perfect archer, nor had drow's clear night vision, even though hers was still better than humans), Mae's arrows hit their mark plenty of times, thinning enemy count or leaving serious injuries. Meanwhile, her mind fervently tried to piece together what was happening. Why would a band of dark elves that mostly stayed underground wander woods and attack travelers? Even if there was just two of them (she excluded Saith, knowing he was hiding in tree and most likely unknown to attackers) it was daring missions as the man was clearly a knight. Thought of betrayal crossed her mind, but she dismissed it.

When Saith gave away his position, she immediately ducked, arrow flying high over her head and embedding itself deep into tree's bark. That startled archer would never shoot another again, though, as Mae's bolt pierced his chest and his body fell out of the tree with thud. Dark elf called out to her, commanded her even and moments later, Kevlar was talking to her, asking her to flee with him, but her mind was still focused on the startlingly large group of dark bodies approaching. Why would they be here in such large numbers? A realization dawned on her, grasping her heart in cold grip... If she was right, many lives were in danger and they had only been unlucky to be noticed by this army. She had to share these news. But to do that, she had to survive.

She looked at knight's extended hand, trying to piece out how events would go if she would accept it. Surely, they would reach safety. But what about her first companion? Mae's gaze moved over to him. The two men were locked in heated stare and one of attackers used the chance, swinging his sword to strike down unsuspecting Saith. Instinctively, her hand outstretched, streams of light trickling in her palm and forming an orb that shot right by Saith's ear and exploded in face of the other drow. It was not the blinding light, but incredible heat that burned through his skin and flesh. He would not struggle for much longer...

"I will not go!" she called to Kevlar, realizing that she could not bend and break her loyalty. This drow had saved her life, he was ready to sacrifice himself for her yet again. She could not betray the faith put in her. If she left him, then she could as well give up on her mission. Not one life was worth less than another. "We will even their numbers and I... will find a way, but no one will be left behind!" her eyes nearly seemed to glow in sudden fierceness. There was no point in trying to convince her to change her mind. The human was left to choose if he would remain by her side or go, but she would remain here unless he tried to take her away with force. And she would fight, fight with all she had got.

While some priests and priestesses one true power source was indeed their God or Goddess, Lacrimae abilities were not so limited. Her gifts were amazing on their own and for those she had been chosen to become priestess. And although lack of natural sunlight was still a serious drawback, this woman would not let it stop her. She released few more arrows and then focused on the force within. Another orb formed in her hand and then, landed right in the middle of group of drows, expanding there. With heat and brightness of a miniature sun, it blinded and scorched flesh all around, eliciting agonized screams that only fueled rage of other dark elves further.

From her hands, many fell that night - she proved to be more efficient fighter than perhaps both Kev and Saith suspected -, but they were still outnumbered. Neither her arrows or magic could fell all of the drows, especially since priestess did not have unlimited energy. But she did not give into despair yet and then, a sound reached her sensitive ears, nearly drowned in the battle noise. Hooves on the road they had turned from to settle down for the night... She shot again and whistled, sound coming from her lips more like a bird's trill than a whistled tune.

She repeated it two more times, shooting again before ducking down to grab one of her bags, then the other, swinging them on her back and slowly moving towards edge of clearing that was closest to road. Even if it was a rider she wasn't hoping for, the bird song and battle sounds could attract him to come this way, giving trio a chance to escape. Unless it was another hostile forces and priestess prayed it wouldn't be so.

Her hopes were not in vain, however, as Raenn came into scene with loud neigh. She ran straight towards her rider, hooves kicking at attackers and sending some flying - she barely calmed down enough to let Mae get in saddles. "Saith! Go with Kev!" woman called out, holding one hand outstretched as light flowed from it, weaving into a shield that would protect her and horse. If dark elf wouldn't do as told, she'd move over to him and simply try to pull him up behind her. Hopefully, he'd comply then and the trio could leave the overrun campsite. She would not leave before he was on either horse.

By that time, she had finished a similar shield for Kevlar and Ruine - they would shift to guard them from behind as they rode away from clearing. Sweat beaded on priestesses' forehead and trickled down side of her face, woman's breath heavy, as she held tight on the magical weaves until they were far out of any arrow's reach. Then she simply clung to horse's neck, whispering words of reassurance and gratitude, relying that Raenn would keep carrying her on, keeping together with knight. But it wasn't just the woman that was tired - animal that had been running most of the day to catch up was growing slower in its gallop, too, especially if there was the added weight of Saith on her back.

They would not be safe until out of the forest, though, or perhaps even behind walls of some city. Even if drow army was not chasing them anymore, there were plenty of other dangers that they could have attracted. How long could they keep up with Kevlar? Mae wasn't sure, they were already falling behind. Maybe they could slow down, just a little bit?




Day had passed by pleasantly for Laeth. First, she had went to her secret stash where she kept some extra funds and clothes. Everything, of course, was still there as the items were hidden until magic was deactivated with a drop of her own blood. It was a really good mechanism she had come up with long ago. Not once had it failed her. Unfortunately, mages were not too keen on crafting such trinkets, so she only had a limited number of blood-bound items, but it was enough.

After dressing in fresh outfit, she had went to enjoy sand and sea, playing for a while quite childishly. When hunger made her return to town again, she ate more lavishly in some inn, although careful not to over-spend so she wouldn't attract too much attention. There were no news of a temple robbery here yet, so apparently, silly priestess believed she had caught the thief or didn't want the whole world to know yet. Either way, it worked out for her. She bought a bottle of wine as a 'gift' to her old 'friend', but didn't visit his home again until after sun-set, as planned.

Then, instead of banging on doors like a fool, young woman went right for unlocking the doors. The fact that she didn't have a key didn't hinder her. Simpler locks like these could be opened with one of her small pebbles, it had been in truth crafted by same drunkard that lived here, so it dispelled even magic used to protect his home. Quietly, she entered and closed doors behind her. Lighting a small candle that he always kept on table by entrance (only thing that never changed location), Laeth inspected her surroundings.

And was unpleasantly surprised. Looked like the drinking and crazy life style had finally caught up with the man. Either way, he was in his bed dead cold. Perhaps a day or day and half. Not more. Woman wrinkled her nose, but then proceeded to gather what she needed. He owed her some and apparently, would never make repay on his own decision. Besides, he didn't need all this anymore, did he? Having gathered various magical items of varying value, a large engraved wine glass caught her eye.

Marwo recognized it well. Old guy always used it to spy on people and places and swore that for the item not to grow angry, he had to empty it afterward. She smirked and took one of the half empty bottles on table, pouring red liquid into glass. Carefully, she took it and twirled in fingers, trying to picture the shadowed figure she had seen fleeing treasury. A ripple ran over wine's surface and she saw a blurred image of high towers, then forest and mountain peaks behind it. City she recognized and peak she could identify. First had to be current location and other - the goal. Very nice. Laeth laughed quietly, pouring wine over in another glass. She wasn't interested in drinking right now.

She wrapped magical glass up carefully and tucked in her bag, blew out candle and left the shack, closing doors with nearly care. Now, all she needed was a horse. She could still catch up with that weird thief. Maybe she should alert someone that the mage was dead? Oh, why bother. They would find out later on - if she spoke about it, she'd fall under suspicious eye. Woman stretched slightly, sliding gaze over the buildings, already figuring which place would be best for stealing horse.
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Old 01-30-2014, 03:57 PM

Why was it that this woman refused to believe in anyone but herself? Saith was being to feel rather useless. She didn't need to stay. She didn't need to 'owe him one.' There was no payment needed. Well, technically there was. It was his arrow that saved her during the bridge incident, but he didn't count that. No, that was just sheer luck that they escaped that tragedy. Had Kev not been there, things would have ended differently. In the back of his mind, Saith knew the priestess would pull off some magical trick to save them both. This, of course, only pushed him into an even fouler mood. He was beginning to feel like joining her wasn't an act of chivalry, but an act of foolishness. Was Priestess Mae out to mock those who road with her? Was there a reason her guards were so incompetent? Why, with a woman like this, it was obvious to understand why. Why work your ass off when she can clearly handle herself? Saith was about ready to join Kev and ride off into the darkness with him. At least Kev was willing to accept the drow's skill. Funny how you end up picking your alleged foe over the woman you're supposed to protect, isn't it? Irony was not lost on this moment.

It was a hand on his shoulder that pulled him from his thoughts. Kev's teal eyes signaled a similar feeling -- that feeling of annoyance. Ah, so Saith wasn't alone in feeling underused and, if he could be so bold, belittled. It was time to show this priestess just who they were.

As her light tripped and kicked down the wave of drows, Kev gathered up his spear and swung it wildly at the enemies. With Kev on his backside, Saith was nonchalantly pinging away the foes. Each and every shot went straight through the thigh. It wasn't a kill-blow. No, he wouldn't kill these drow for they were of the same blood as he. Rather, Saith would cause them permanent injury that would leave them unable to hunt silently or attack people foolishly. If they sought medical help, it would need to be at a temple and, well, why venture to a temple when you're clearly attacking the priestess who would heal you. This made Saith snicker. Ah, he loved causing this type of pain to unsuspecting peons.

"Duck," the knight instructed and drow did as such. Once the spear swung just above his head, Saith's red eyes prepared to hit another attacker. Lacing up one arrow after another, he kept squatting and shooting out arrows. When Kev was done swinging the spear over his head and around his body as if it were an extension of him, Saith leaped into the air. Kev, so in tune with what the drow was doing, shifted his grip on his spear and used a blunt end of the weapon to kick the drow higher into the air. Smirk on his stern face, the knight barrel rolled to safety.

It was time for Saith to show off a bit.

A rain of arrows followed. The speed and fury of them was enough to make Kev respect the drow he previously doubted. Saith could release an arrow a second (or so it felt). It was probably the fastest thing Kev's teal eyes had ever tried to watch. He was drawn in and almost wanted to applaud his white-haired companion, but then he spied something that caused concern. Saith's quiver was nearly depleted of arrows. Seizing the opportunity, the knight rushed on into the path where only a few drow remained standing. Toppling one over, he gave the drow a good punch to the jaw. Spit and blood splashed on his cheek, but he kept beating him until another one approached from behind. Saith was ready though, perched in a visible branch, he let an arrow strike the enemy square in the back so it would pierce the heart. The weight of the corpse forced Kev to fall to the ground, but he was scurrying out from beneath the body just seconds later. Running around, he barrel rolled again and, as he was fumbling to his feet, he started to pick up the arrows that were protruding out the legs of the drow Saith had hit. It was easy picking since this drow were doubled over in pain from the leg injuries sustained. Within moments, Kev had retreated all the arrows from the ten downed drow.

Down to his last arrow, Saith decided he would obey the priestess' command to retreat. It was clear that these drow were just the pawns of the fight for a growl came from down the road. Saith didn't recognize it, but he didn't want to stick around to find out what the second wave might bring.

Hopping from the tree, he met Kev on the ground who was happily handing him more arrows than he started with. "The good thing about drow is that they all seem to prefer arrows or knives." Pocketing a few throwing knives for himself, Kev mounted his horse. Offering Saith a hand, he pulled the dark skinned man onto his beast. Heels stabbing the ribs, the horse pulled forward. Saith, sitting with his back to Kev, readied more arrows. With this surplus from the fight, he was able to send a few flying at what looked like wild dogs.

"Why do you think we're being attacked?" He spoke loud enough so only his riding companion could hear.

"I'm going to guess it has something to do with how Mae and I came to be. A thief robbed something from the temple. I can only imagine what chaos will come if we don't restore the items."

"Heh, you don't have to tell me twice." Kicking Ruine again, the horse rode faster and harder. "Nice fighting, drow." Looking over his shoulder, Kev offered the blue eyed man a smile.

"You're not so bad yourself, human."

And, like that a friendship was made. Henceforth, Kev and Saith wouldn't be at one another's throats. They would team up and, together, they would prove their might, wit, and skill. There was no foe, no monster, no dragon that could stop them. With Kev's fancy footwork and majestic spear and Saith's ability to shoot true and quick, the unlikely pair because a force not to recon with.

Both exchanging a smirk, they road the rest of the night in silence.
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Old 01-30-2014, 06:26 PM

While the two men that had been glaring daggers at each other not so long ago established an alliance, Lacrimae was preoccupied with other thoughts. Among which were: 'when did I get shot?' and 'how much longer can I hold on?' Answer to first one was simply found when thinking back to when they fled clearing. The shifting shield had revealed her leg for a moment and someone had taken a clear, good shot at it. Priestess assumed she'd have to do a good patchwork on herself later on. And so, other answer was harder to find as her energy fled and Raenn's steps became slower. Eventually, when they seemed to have escaped the dogs, horse would change pace to simple trot, furthering the distance between her and Ruine.

When she finally reached edge of forest, sun had already risen and Mae thought that she had missed her morning prayer, right when she had a lot to be thankful for. She nudged the horse to speed up, but instead animal chose a lone tree in the meadow and stopped in its shade, refusing to go any further. Such spouts of stubbornness were quite like her and elf knew better than to try force her steed to continue onward. It would take at least half day to reach next city anyways.

Woman sat up straighter and whistled a similar trill to the one she had used to attract Raenn's attention. Hopefully, men would hear it and turn back here. If not... well, light with them. Great protectors they were, letting her fall back so far, lost in their own games of pride. She slid out of saddles, still holding up rather gracefully, but her knees buckled when much stronger surge of pain shot through her injured leg and Mae fell down, much to her own shame. Gritting her teeth, she got up and moved to sit down, resting against bark. Luckily, the arrow had not hit bone and went right through flesh in her left thigh, she just needed to get it out and then heal the wound.

She considered it for a moment, coming to conclusion that she'd probably pass out after that, having overused her powers in such a short time with little rest. Maybe if she was used to such a lifestyle it wouldn't take such a toll on her, but it was all quite foreign to her... Not fully, but she didn't want to think about last time she had taken a life with her magic. Surely, tonight would be added to her nightmare list.

"I could use some help over here," she spoke when both men joined her under the tree. Mae looked tired, exhausted even. Obviously, taking care of her self well still took toll on her. She explained that they have to take a break before travelling further. First thing she asked for (with please and everything) was her canteen and took long drink from it, then someone to either hold her leg as she did small incision herself or someone to make the cut so the bolt could be extracted. She didn't have much experience in healing actual battle wounds, mostly just theoretical knowledge, but hopefully it would suffice.

Thanks (and some lecturing) would have to come later, but neither Saith nor Kevlar would exactly escape from that.

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Old 01-30-2014, 07:41 PM

They could have rode on much longer. Probably not at the usual pace, but enough that they could make it to the next down by night. Too bad the priestess had other plans. Had Saith not remained facing backwards, neither would have noticed that she fell behind. Seeing her horse stop and find shade beside a tree, Saith lightly tapped the knight's shoulder. "Looks like our famed warrior has finally learned why she's not fit for our lifestyle." Ruine turned around so Kevlar could see for himself. "I almost feel bad for her. But we both warned her not to stay and play." A light headbutt was exchanged between the two men. "Suppose we ought to go save her.
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Saith shook his head. "Must we? She's so capable of healing and fighting and ruling and... yeah, I suppose you're right." His blue eyes stared at the ground. It felt wrong to mock her. "I can't help but feel a tad guilty." Kev finished his statement. "I know. She's trying. But I do wish she would let us do our job and worry about herself." An agreeing nod came from Saith. "And let's be real, she's not that good with a bow." A laugh followed. "You really are selfish, aren't you?" Elbowing the drow, the two trotted back to aid their fallen lady.

"And here I was going to mock about taking an arrow to the knee. I suppose it would be rude of me," sliding off Ruine, the knight moved beside the priestess. He gingerly helped quench her thirst and gave the remaining water to Saith to use on her wound. Saith seemed to be taking the lead on this injury, almost as if he had to deal with this sort of thing before.

Reaching into his pouch, he pulled out a tool that looked similar to a wire cutter. He raised his hand to the priestess, stopping her from creating an incision. "Sometimes you're too reckless," he stately bluntly. Using the tool, he cut off the back end of the arrow. With the fletching end falling to the ground, he could carefully tug out the arrow. Very carefully, he pull it through the wound until it came out the other side. "Cutting it out is all fine and dandy, but I've had my fair share of arrow injuries. I'm not overly fond of creating more damage. I discovered this tool a few months ago." He raised the item to his lips and blew on it lightly, which caused a small cloud of smoke to raise. Saith noticed a look in her eyes and went with his hunch. "If you squeeze the handles, it heats the cutter. You want it hot so it melts the arrow and prevents splintering." Retrieving both ends of the arrow, he placed them in Mae's lap. "See how the cut ends look like they've been melted?"

Kevlar had sent those could minutes scouting the nearby forest for berries and food and, to his luck, he happened upon some eggs and apples. Building a small fire, he placed the eggs on a flat rock and let them sizzle over the fire, once it was more than just smoke and little, licking flames. Within no time, the eggs were cooked. Sliding the sunny-side-up eggs onto a new rock, he passed a plate to each of them. Each of their rock plates contained two medium sized eggs and one apple. Of course, the horses received three apples each for their valiant efforts.

Crossing his legs like a pretzel, the brunette human offered his new comrades a smile. "Well, we've made it this far. Whatever's to come, we'll work through it. Just," his eyes peeked at Mae, "just don't get too heroic on us. Let the deadly fights to your scout and knight, okay?" He knew he couldn't argue with her. She would do what she wanted, but he would at least try to get her to understand their position. "You're selflessness could get us killed. You are the reason we're here, after all."

"No matter what, you have to live," Saith chided. "We don't.

Picking up where the drow left off, Kev added, "So don't ever come back for us. You need to push forward. Fate rides in your hands, not ours." She could believe what she wanted, but the Sun Priestess was what these two were riding on. There was clearly something afoot and the world needed her more than ever. It was up to human and drow to make sure Mae could finish whatever duty she chased. Their lives, of course, falling below hers. But that was the life both Kev and Saith chose. It was the one thing in life they could really own and do.

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Old 01-30-2014, 08:32 PM

This was exactly why she hated to be helpless. Any person immediately swooped in on her, using chance to mock her for her weakness and failures. Big world didn't tolerate woman who fell, woman who cried. She had lived a sheltered life for most of her existence, even though it had not been exactly kind to her always... But she hadn't been blessed with that for all her years. She did know what happened to weak ones - they were chained to wall, beaten and humiliated. And she knew that look in the eyes of both men when they arrived. Mae's jaw clenched. Maybe she shouldn't have called for them after all.

However, since they were here, she let them take over. At Saith's scolding, she scowled, but didn't say anything. She didn't whine at pain either, letting him do what he found to be correct, just her hands balled into fists by her side. Priestess didn't even look away, although her eyes widened slightly at realization the tool was hot. Still, all objections and complaints were kept to herself and instead of going to heal the wound right away, she opted for bandaging it lightly and eating together with both men. At least her leg wasn't exposed so awkwardly anymore and she thanked both Saith and Kevlar for their valor in battle and help now.

She nibbled on the apple, observing human and drow. What a misfit company they had ended up being. And of course, Saith just had to bring up that lecture again. Very well then, she had some things to say, too. Mae smiled sweetly, and only slightly narrowed eyes gave away hints of annoyance - or perhaps firmness in belief. "Alright then, let us imagine such a scenario: in one battle, Saith is left to fight to his death so I and Kevlar can flee. Quite like it could have went tonight. Then, week or two later, Kevlar sacrifices himself for my sake. Where does it leave me? Hmm," she paused, as if pondering, "Ah, that's right - completely alone. And during next dangerous situation, my chances to survive are just one third of what they could have been if both of you were with me."

Her expression turned serious, even a little grim. "I do not leave my people behind. I am just as important or replaceable as them and without them, I am weakened. I have learned to take care of myself, because I had no other choice, but I am not invincible and I realize that." Admitting this wasn't pleasant, she was too proud for it to be. Still, it would be foolish to claim she couldn't be defeated. "You two are more my strength than weakness. Is that clear?" Lacrimae looked at both of them expectantly and then shook her head. "I suppose asking of you to accept it right now is too big a request, but do keep it in mind. I am not leading an army where it's normal for soldiers to fall in battle. It is just us three."

She shrugged then, a little helplessly as if there was not much she could change about what she was going to say next. "I do not know how to sit back with hands in my lap, but I can try not to take 'front lines', if you would like. I cannot promise I will manage to, however." Finally, small smile returned to her face as she concluded: "I suppose it is time I focus on the defensive side of my magic, hm? And you two think more about surviving, not how to die nobly so I would have to make a song about you. I would much rather hear one where we all survive in the end." Of course, her speech went by their ears for the most part and the woman thought that they really were a bit of ungrateful 'buggers'. Even a good general fought for each of his men, but here they wanted to play selfless sacrifices.

Then, she slowly finished her meal, listening to whatever they had to say and not going into any more argues as she found them fruitless and felt too tired to get them 'think correctly'. Healing wound so she'd ride easier and not have to shamefully limp around was more important. Elf explained that if she'd fall asleep, they should wake her in few hours so they can continue on their way - too much time had already been wasted. Although it was quite the opposite as they had raced through woods and slept such a short time. But it wouldn't be Mae if she stayed still and relaxed when she thought time was of essence.

As expected, she did indeed fall limply back against tree, in rather deep sleep, after partially healing the wound. Priestess needed the rest anyways, though, having spent far too much energy than she was used to that night. Sunlight shone through leaves here and there, playing in her hair and on face and woman smiled faintly, light adding to her 'recharge'.

After she was woken, Mae seemed to feel a whole lot better and quickly prepared to leave. Raenn was obviously displeased, but priestess managed to assure her that she would be able to rest for longer time later on. And so, they were again on their way. Hopefully, they would get to spend that night in a safe inn, with good stables for their horses.

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Old 01-30-2014, 08:54 PM

"Ahh. So let's all just die here and now," drow head up an arrow to Kevlar's temple. Of course, the knight didn't falter for he knew it was just going to go along with what the priestess was talking about. "The point is to live. L. I. V. E."

A pat came to his back and he watched as the brunette beside him rose. "Let is go, Saith. There's no point in arguing with her. It will only make things worse. She'll do as she pleases, when she wants, just as we shall do." His hand balled into a fist and his teal eyes laid on that clenched fist for a while. "I think we should just worry about our own hides. If one needs help, we shall offer it. None shall get left behind and we'll work as a team." Looking down at Saith, Kev smiled. "If you can protect me, I'll protect our priestess." Both males nodded, agreeing that they would assist one another. Perhaps a bromance was forming? That morning, one might not have believed something to be possible but it seemed as if the strange turns of events worked in the human and drow's favor.

"And you don't have to worry about us recklessly throwing out lives on the line." Since he was standing, Kev towered over Mae. His shadow even cast darkness across his pale features. "If we were dying men, we would have perished back there. We both have dreams and things we want to see through. A hero knows when to preserver and knows to never give up. Life is the one thing a hero stands to protect. Losing his own just proves that he was not cut out for the role." Dipping his hand down, he aided Saith to his feet. A part of Saith wanted to speak but Kev did such a great job at filling in all the missing pieces.

"Where are we heading?" His hand moved to his eyes as Kevlar scouted the area. "We should probably make certain we stay true to the direction in which our destination lies. Wouldn't want to end up lost." Looking over at Saith, he smirked. "Can drow even get lost?"

"Shhh," Saith whispered and pointed in Mae's direction. Walking away from the tree, the two men finished off their conversation. "If not careful, yes." Pulling the soles of his boots back on, he looked down at the elf and then to Kev. The horses looked beat. Perhaps they would walk for a bit and then take to riding again? Saith was okay with this idea for his rump had grown sore from the continuous trotting.

"Are we lost?" Kev looked serious. He had never been this way before, that much was clear.

"I could get us back to the bridge if we needed, but I think that foolish. Our best bet lies ahead of us. I know there's a city beyond the forest." Biting his lip, he looked around the forest before signing. He moved further from Mae and pulled Kev in close. What he had to say now was in a whisper to insure the priestess wouldn't learn of the truth."This woods is home to me." He didn't dare look back up at Kev for he knew the man's sturdy jaw would be on the ground. "Yes, I knew some of the drow we dealt with."

"Were they--" Kev was cut off.

"No. My mother is the only drow I'm related to. But we lived with drow in the woods for a while. These drow have a deep hatred of elves, which is why they went after Mae." Rubbing his arm, he looked over at Kev. "They tried to kill my elven father, too. But mother wouldn't have it. She fought them all off and the two of them fled." Hand moving to his heart, he sighed again. "I left shortly there after as I knew I couldn't stand either kind - elf or drow."

What came next surprised Saith to the point that he froze. Kev's strong, humble arms came wrapping around him and drew him tight. Hugging the drow, the human gave Saith a firm pat. "I was wrong about you," he hushed, "and I'm sorry."

Finding comfort in one another, the two men decided to nap as well. If trouble was approaching, Ruine would whinny or Saith's ears would pick it up. When Mae started to stir, that's what woke Saith. Gently, he poked Kev and the two rubbed the sore from their butts before waddling over to the Sun Priestess. Kev mounted his horse but Saith walked beside the two. He objected to riding because he was sit of feeling cramped up due to sitting.

Now that Mae was awake again, Kev could inquire about their destination. "My lady, where are we heading?"

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Old 01-31-2014, 07:53 PM

She felt slightly uncomfortable that Saith chose to walk not ride with Kev, but didn't try to pressure him into it. Instead, after a short while, she chose to get off Raenn and walk beside her. It was a bit harder on priestess' leg, but she didn't have to limp, so all was fine. At Kevlar's question, woman bowed her head slightly, hair falling in her face, and pondered what to answer. Knight had called them a team not long ago, but the concept seemed a little foreign to her, although certainly not unpleasant. Still, they were 'team' although they all had met just thirty hours ago and Kevlar didn't even know what they were chasing after. Sighing softly, she decided to start from the beginning.

"A thief stole two powerful magical artifacts from my temple's treasury and I suspect her of stealing another from Moon temple. I can't quite place why would she take the goblet, but the other two... The items have not been used for more than a millennium, I am not fully aware of their powers, but as an example - they were used to create Veil all those ages ago that still guards us. They could be used to cancel the spell, too, putting whole continent in horrible danger. I do not know what is thief's or her employer's plans, but I cannot believe it would be just putting the artifacts on shelf to look beautiful."

She looked at her companions for brief moment, still thoughtful, before continuing, "I need to find thief and regain these items. Currently, situation is hushed and only high priestesses and high mages are aware of it, although soon news will spread. Silver Mage has personally agreed to aid me in this search and therefor, we first must reach Fargh'on from where trustworthy mage, Silver Mage's old apprentice, will open portal for us right to Mage Tower. I am not sure where our path will lead from there, but shorter term plan is to reach city by nightfall, rest there and tomorrow, duplicate wanted posters of the thief and send them to other cities. Also, warn temples' area about the drow group we met."

Mae turned her head sideways to look at Saith, "I hope you do not mind I will do few touch-ups on the image you provided. Oh, and would you still prefer tree over a room at inn?" She sounded serious even about the tree part. After all, he had chosen it over rather comfortable bed back at Sun temple, although it could hold some nasty associations with being imprisoned. "Ah, yes, I forgot to mention that Silver Mage promised he would contact some of black-market traders that owed him a favor or two and if any of the items entered circulation, they would do everything to obtain them and keep in lock-down and also attempt to catch one selling or auctioning them. I do not believe there will be any success, however."

She once again looked at the two men, nearly curious if they would have any ideas or suggestions, any input at all. They had ended up seeing things from different angles than her, maybe now she had missed something, too? It of course would be shameful, but better corrected sooner than later.

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Old 01-31-2014, 08:45 PM

"Leave the black market stuff to me. I know some shady folks who we can trust. Let's just say they owe me." Saith nodded at his own statement and then smiled slightly. He loved how quickly he reacted, so much so that Kev didn't even have a chance to digest what was happening. He didn't mean to steal any thunder, but he felt it was important to get that tidbit of information out of the way. Being of shady nature, it only made sense that Saith knew a friend or two who could help them out. God, it had been a while since he last saw them. He wondered if they would even recognize him. Then again, he was their 'nephew.' Could they really forget him? Or better yet, would they really betray him? The thought made him scoff. There was no woman more frightening than his mother.

It was odd that she had come into his mind now. Was it the fact that the field before them was where he used to play as a child? Or that the rocks behind the trees is where he learned to hunt from his father? The thought of being home was bittersweet. A part of him wondered if his parents still lingered in the shadowy woods. The other half of him was too afraid to return home. What would they think of him now? Would they be proud? Would they be ashamed?

Saith was ashamed. Had he just learned to listen, he might have grown up differently. Instead, he let his blind hatred lead him down a dark path. For years, he was alone and miserable. Only after discovering the village that laid at the foot of Mae's temple did the drow find himself at peace. But was it really peace? Or was it just misplaced feelings?

His arms wrapped around his chest. Rubbing his arms, he wanted to just run away from the place. He hated how it made him feel. Riddled with guilt, he pleaded to leave, but Kev turned down the idea. They needed to eat again before sinking deeper into the forest.

When Kev asked about the land, Saith simply changed the topic to something he was questioned earlier. "I still prefer my tree, by the way. Beds are too soft for me." Falling silent again, he waited impatiently for Kev to cook up a light meal. They would eat four times today since there was much traveling to be done.

With the knight prepared the meal, his eyes kept looking in Saith's direction. He noticed something was off about the drow. His usual nonchalant aura was gone. He seemed... depressed? Or maybe grim? Coaxing Mae down so that he could whisper to her, human asked her for her thoughts. "Priestess, have you noticed a change in our drow? His demeanor has shifted toward one of... woe and sorrow? Those blues of his seem to be tormented by something. Did we do something wrong?" Looking back at Saith, Kev sighed. It was depressing to just what the white-haired guy. He looked so small. So frail and weak in this light.

"Is it because this place is his home?" Eyes widening, he bit his tongue before looking away from the Sun Priestess. Shit, he cursed himself. He wasn't supposed to let Mae know that this was Saith's homeland. And there he went and opened that can of worms. Biting his tongue, the brunette hoped Mae missed the statement, but he knew she hadn't. The knight also knew that such vital information shouldn't be kept from her. Unable to sway his gaze from the small fire, Kev just waited for whatever came next.

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Old 02-04-2014, 09:00 PM

Could he milk some more hospitality from this woman? Of course he could! But would he? Cain wasn't quite sure of the answer himself, but he was gracious for the food and kindness he received. He should have felt bad about conning her, but this was Cain. He didn't care. He did what he needed to get what he wanted. He wasn't the kind to really care one way or the other if someone went through a lot of trouble just for his sake. Heck, he wouldn't have flinched had this woman up and died.

Oh my, that might have been a tad too dark, especially given her kindness. A brooding look lingered in his eyes a while longer. Oh how he would love to see all these people suffer the way his friends had. He would love to see a rain of bullets collide with their bodies and bring an end to this pathetic town.

Finding a nip at the end of his arm, Cain blinked dully at Fen who was sinking his teeth into his hand. His bond with the little critter was stronger than he imagined. It was entirely possible that Fengir was capable of understanding this guy via brain waves. Glancing down at the fox-tiger, Cain willed himself to think bad thoughts about the animal. Sure enough, he managed to raise a brow to him and retort back with, "Right, because then you'll just die that much sooner." Chuckling at his partner's witty quip, the pink hair boy decided it was time to get out of the public eye. Perhaps lay low for a bit? Gather some intel and work out a plan? Ah yes, that sounded most feasible. And so, Cain did just that. He stalked and he watched, waiting until the perfect time to make his move and be on his way.

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Old 02-04-2014, 11:20 PM

She opened mouth to point out that Silver Mage had already taken care of it, but then chose to thank him instead. Double the caution and few more pairs of watchful eyes and ears in the web of intrigue would not hurt, would it? Surely, they would not manage to keep the matter quiet for forever. Most likely, small town near temples were rumoring right now and by time they reached Fargh'on, news of situation probably will have reached there as well. But maybe they would be a bit more lucky and rumor wildfire would not spread as quickly or grow so exaggerated. However, her 'plan for worst, hope for best' mentality didn't let her lock out worse scenarios.

Priestess watched change in Saith, how he grew quieter and more distanced. Not so much from them on purpose as getting lost in thoughts, it seemed. And those thoughts upset him. He even asked to leave sooner, but Kevlar would have none of it, whereas Mae wasn't opposed to it, just didn't want to get in another episode of bossiness. Despite how it may seem, she didn't always find it enjoyable to order others around. Well, sometimes it was satisfying, that she had to admit, but not on every corner.

Still, how drow was changing worried her and she decided to inquire later, as discreetly as possible. He was still enigma to her in some ways, elf was not sure what would not offend or hurt him further.

When they stopped, Lacrimae offered to help knight with cooking. Now that Raenn was here with some of the food supplies it was easier task. As she chopped up some ingredients, Kevlar motioned for her to lean in slightly and so she did. At inquiry, her eyebrows furrowed. "I do not think he cannot hear us, and whispering makes it look all the worse," she murmured softly in reply with a sigh. "But, yes, I have noticed it."

At Kevlar's guess, she shot him sharp, questioning look. Ah, just when had they gotten so friendly and shared back-stories? While she slept? And why did knight look as if he deeply regretted sputtering this? Why would Saith hide this from her? So she wouldn't go about lecturing him about values of family and kinship? It did show some things from a new angle, however, and Mae wished she had known sooner. She shook her slightly head in disappointment - at both of them, really. "As you seem better informed than me, I cannot make a sure conclusion, but I do not think it is our fault," she quietly replied, not quite whispering anymore, but not as loud as normally.

They finished cooking and with her meal, she sat down next to Saith. "How are you feeling? What is bothering you?" she inquired in soft voice, looking sideways at the dark skinned man. "Just be honest, please. I will not bother you with more questions if you do not wish to speak." This was best she could do for now - let him know she would listen if he wanted to talk. Although priestess doubted he would. Wasn't he kind of a loner, really? Perhaps eventually he could get used to having someone as a comrade, though.

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Old 02-06-2014, 09:05 PM

How could he explain anything to her? Where should he even start? He was oblivious to the fact that Kev spilled his secret from hours before. To him, starting at the beginning seemed logical but Saith new better. This was something he swore he would never open up about. He didn't need this woman knowing that much about his life, let alone his inner feelings. The drow wished she would just bugger off and leave him be. Giving her the cold shoulder, he soon realized he was in the company of the knight. Was it odd that Saith seemed to cling to him over the priestess? Was it the fact that Kev was a knight and, therefore, trustworthy? But Mae was a priestess, surely she had more moral ground than the human warrior.

At a loss for words, his blue eyes just stared at the food Kev graciously offered him. There was so much space between all of them. Yes, they had come so far in such hours, but things were moving too fast for drow's liking. He wasn't fond of this closeness, especially with the opposite sex.

Wary eyes looked the sun believer over. She was trying so hard to keep things together. She fought to mend the damage that he or knight did. It must have been tiring. He could almost see years peel off her as she sat before him. The terror of such responsibly hadn't really come full circle for him until right then. Taken aback by his foolishness, Saith wished more so now than ever that he hadn't accompanied her. He wished he hadn't sworn to join her.

"Earth to drow, I repeat, Earth to drow." A knocking came to Saith's head. Blinking up at the hand that rapped against his skull, he cocked a white brow at the man. Just what was Kev up to?

"Lost in thought?" Seizing the moment to rile the dark skinned man up, Kev learned in and whispered in the drow's ear. "Daydreaming about my woman, are we?" Hasty with his retreating, Kev had long escaped the cold glare of the other man. Poking his tongue on in a cheeky manner, Kev raised his index finger to his lower lid before giving it a good tug down. "Ehh," he mocked playfully.

Fist raising and legs forcing him up, Saith made a lunge at the foolish knight. Sure enough, Kev was too quick and already fleeing behind the priestess. Gritting his teeth, drow tried to let off steam and did so in a way that would warn Kev not to play that trick on his again. Those eerie blue eyes of his sent daggers into Kev's back. And Kev? He nonchalantly stared back with a crooked smile on his face and the tip of his tongue poking from his lips.

"Struck a nerve, did I?"

"No." Turning away, Saith crossed his arms over his chest while giving a grunt. "I'm just not overly fond of your queer whispering in my ears."

"Oh shit, you got me! Saith, darling, I'm hopelessly in love with you." Sliding across the grass on his knees, Kev haphazardly reached for Saith's hand, as if to purpose. Of course, Saith was running away long before Kev could even say another word.

Looking over his shoulder, the knight brushed the dirt and grass from his knees. A chuckle followed. "Sorry to ruin the moment, but I couldn't stand looking at him any longer. For now, I think keeping him alert is our best move. Depressed, and we're all dead. Peeved and we might just make it." Mounting his horse, Kev trotted off after the knight while shouting, purposely, about how it was love at first sight.

At least now, Saith was smiling and actually laughing. Flanking the knight, Saith let his wet pinky find its home in Kev's ear. A shrill followed as did a drow rolling on the ground in laughter. Kev, now off his horse, was weeping into the grass while Ruine nibbled at his rider's hair in confusion.

These two were certainly a handful, but they played off one another rather nicely. Too bad they made such a ruckus and looked stupid doing so!

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Old 02-07-2014, 01:08 AM

She wasn't surprised when he gave her the cold treatment and moved slightly aside to give him personal space. He hadn't exactly asked for it, but as she herself greatly valued people keeping distance from her physically most of the time, she also tried to do the same for others. As expected, her attempt to talk with him hadn't given any results, at least not any instant ones. He was a secretive man and everyone had things they did not want to bring up. She, too, would rather burn her palm than talk about the time Before Temple.

Mae didn't really feel very hungry, but with weathered soldier's discipline she quickly finished off her meal, knowing she needed the food, and then just hugged her knees to her chest, resting chin on top and stared into flames. It may not have been a very regal pose, but priestess just wanted to have a moment of serenity, to distance herself from things so she could have a clearer view afterwards. Of course, peace was not long lasting and soon, Kevlar started up a commotion.

Not soon after, knight was trying to hide behind her and she shot them both a look, but then shook head, realizing there was no point in trying to get them both back off. Men games. In a sense, they were as foolish as her guards, but being surrounded by goofy men that 'served' her, Mae didn't really stress about it much. She stood up and dusted off her skirt, when Kevlar decided to go professing his love to Saith who fled. She smirked when Kevlar explained his purpose: "Do not worry, my heart will not break because you so quickly changed object of your affection."

Priestess put out the fire, cleaned up their short camp spot to her best ability and followed the two, leading Raenn and caught up right in time to see Kevlar tumbling off his horse and curling up in grass. She shook her head and moved over, to offer him a hand to help up, a half-smile on her face, much like a babysitter could have when the kids did something particularly cutely stupid. And that's about how she felt. "If you two can't play it nice, one of you will fall victim to tickling," she commented with absolutely serious expression now, as if 'tickling' was some particularly bad plague or boogie monster under bed. Only sparks of laughter in bright blue eyes gave away that she was amused.

Hopefully, the duo would calm down somewhat eventually and their journey could continue on without unnecessary delays and with nightfall (she had paused to pray to Sun, however, although song was quieter now and would not attract any unneeded attention), they would come to city that seemed to have grown out of land itself in middle of forest. Guards that stood by gates in wall that looked nearly made of living trees looked them over, but allowed them to enter. There, she headed towards one of the inns that she wouldn't be stopping at for first time. After a short talk with chubby woman behind counter, she got two rooms for her and Kevlar and place for their horses. "Again on the road, my lady? Do you not know meaning of rest?" innkeeper's wife asked in friendly tone and Mae shook her head slightly. "As Sun never takes break from endless circle, so cannot I."

Woman sighed with sympathy, but then grinned: "At least you have got nicer company now." Mae quirked eyebrow, as if questioning what exactly had been meant with that, but no explanation came since innkeeper gave his darling a good nudge in back passing by. Priestess laughed softly under her breath and bid Saith good night (reminding to come in tomorrow for breakfast), then headed upstairs where her and Kevlar's rooms were. Before knight disappeared off in his room, she stopped him with slight touch on shoulder.

"We did not quite start off on 'the right foot', but I wanted to say I appreciate you coming with us. Good night," elf said with slight smile and then slipped in her own room. Sleep was on her mind, but until she had finished thief's portrait that was about half done, she couldn't rest. In the end, she ended passing out at the table as she was inspecting picture for last details to adjust or work on and sleeping in.

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Old 02-11-2014, 09:15 PM

Offering Mae a smile, Kev bid the priestess a farewell. Belly full and eyes ready to turn in, the brunette hunkered down into his bed. Had Saith been any slower in his window-breaching, Kev might have missed the whole ordeal. Thankfully, his teal eyes lingered open just long enough to catch the drow breaking into his room.

"Tree not to your liking?" He could see Saith rub his arm bashfully. Kev couldn't blame the drow. When they were walking to the inn, not a single tree looked suitable. One had no branches. Another had what looked like thorns. And two more were so scrawny that not even a cat would dare climb them. Could Saith have looked further? Sure, but the goal wasn't to split the team up.

There was nothing gay about his gestures or statements. Offering Saith a place in his bed, the drow eventually turned the knight down. The floor would do just fine. Not liking that idea, Kev peeled off a blanket and draped it over the floor. It was plenty long that the drow could curl up in it, should he want to.

As Saith laid on the floor, he found himself smirking as he thought about the knight on the bed. "I was wrong about you, human."

"As I with you." A creaking noise followed and sure enough, Kev was sitting up and looking down at Saith. Offering him a smile, he continued. "If your skin was white and your ears short, I could see you as a brave knight. 'tis a shame that color and breed come between you and me."

Taken aback, Saith wondered just where this statement came from. Had Mae spilled his secret? Listening for more information, he soon realized it was just a coincidence.

"You know, you could be a part of the Royal Scouting Brigade." Realizing that this group wasn't a part of Saith's world, the knight elaborated. "In the south eastern regions, there's a group of elite scouts. They patrol the land and protect the people. They're knight of a special kind. Humans aren't allowed into the ranks. Although I can't say I've heard about a drow in the flanks, I could see you getting into the group." Falling back onto the pillow, he draped a hand over his head. "Unless, of course, your desire is to stay with Miss Mae."

"I'm merely a guide for this journey. The moment things are resorted and she's back, I will seek out this guard."

"But what of your future with her?"

"Oh human, there is no future with her."

"But... I thought you two were..." he fumbled to find the words.

"If you're after her heart, you can pursue at your own pleasure. I, however, don't want such ties. I would much rather live freely."

"Ahh," falling silent, the two never spoke another word that night. When morning finally rolled around, neither woke, either. Mae would be left with rising her traveling companions if she wanted to get anything done.

 


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