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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 21:31:01 GMT -5
Every day and every night I prayed... I knew beyond a doubt that I would be rescued by my knight and shinning armor. For a thousand years I waited for that day to finally arrive, watching the seasons change from my window. It was early spring that dreadful day; The air was sweet and crisp when I spied him approaching from the distance.. The sun glistening off of his armor was almost blinding. He was like the northern star in a never ending sea of green grass. I waved from high above till my arms grew heavy and my heart impatient. With my heart pounding I forced my door open and started to descend the hundreds of steps that separated my room from the final landing. A thousand years seemed like nothing compared to the time it took to fly down the stairs towards my savior... Making it to the landing finally I gasped for air and fought to compose myself. A princess should never be so disheveled after all. once I straightened my dress and checked my hair, I took that first fateful step out into the main hall. Before I got sight of him I heard the clatter of his sword hitting the floor. Followed by his armored knee as he knelled before Astroth and not me. He kissed the Demons hand sweetly as he called to my prison guard with my own name. I froze only a second before hiding behind the wall. Astroth saw me and grinned wickedly. " My beloved, you have come for me!" Astroth seemed to be looking at me as she exclaimed this throwing her arms around my knights neck. I could not believe what I was seeing before me. As it started sinking in I could only stare out of them in horror.[/font] "I have defeated the witch my beloved " The prince announced very much as I had imagined he would. Astroth simmered and sighed pulling her self against him. After gently kissing his cheek she pulled away and smiled softly to him. "A small token of my gratitude. "" Princess Lisareal! Pray would you come with me to Guendeloon and be my queen, you would want for nothing!"He gallantly proposed as I gasped my heart leaping at the grand romantic gesture. The spell was quickly broken when Astroths voice broke out happily in reply. My knees hit the floor as tears poured down my face. and through the now open door I could see the two mount his white charger and cross the mote and as the sun set they road off into the sky the color of happy endings... I waited a thousand years...A thousand years for her to further rob me?! To take my kingdom? My family? and now... my happily ever after... my prince... my sunset ride... MY ENDING! As I walked a little farthing over the moors, the two had ridden over before me I couldn't help but play it over and over in my head. "What can I do.... " breathing out I pause and look back over my shoulder at the imposing figure of my former prison. Clenching my fists feeling my anger flow through me. "I did not wait a thousand years to befall such a fate.... " Closing my eyes I gather my self. I would set out and find a sword and a mage... between the three of us how could we fail. " You hear that Astroth you bleeding Demon... I will see you fall and claim with is rightfully mine!" Feeling strangely alive I started off... 'I'm sure if I was to keep going I was bound to find what I was looking for...'. I was a princess after all.... but just to be sure she headed towards the town she knew of when she was living in the world; were time flowed naturally. Delorian the High Wizard of Mesothelioma had to have had children to carry his name and gift. What mage would be more fitting for this undertaking that one of his decedents... (( okay ill let it fade there for now. she has a bit of walking to do any way. you can start off as well and see were it goes form there ^^))
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Post by kimcora on Jul 6, 2015 23:20:51 GMT -5
The light of a glowing vile illuminated the concentrated expression of a young man as he leaned over the bubbling mess of a potion. He inhaled the strong scent, his nose twitching as he found that it was missing something. He fished on his desk for the perfect piece to the puzzle he had been stuck on for days. Dimitri was rather proud of his work, especially since this potion was to be his best yet, not that that was saying much. He had a bit of a....poor run with magic most of his life and potions were no different. As long as this one didn't burn a hole in his shop floor again, he would be satisfied. After a bit of digging, he smiled when he found a red powder stored inside a glass jar and popped the cork on it with some effort. He grabbed a pinch of the dust, holding it above the vial with a steady hand. He thought a moment if he had the right proportions, since this could be explosive otherwise...but decided he had a steady enough hand to grab only what he needed. As he lowered the pinched remnants over the vial's lip, he counted to three in his head, praying to whatever deity existed to make this work. Before he was done with two in his mental count, the door was kicked open by a rather burly man with red face and an empty potion vial in hand. "You sniveling trench witch!" Dimitri tensed at the burlier man's fury, nearly letting the jar topple out of his hands. He scrambled to catch it, powder going everywhere on the desk and floor, missing the blue glowing vial by inches. He didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief before he was hauled back by his shirt. He winced as the man snatched him down to his level, the Dimitri towering over him by a good few inches. He knew he was tall, but hardly was it intimidating. He more looked like a baby giraffe or a teenager on stilts. "You are going to pay for what you did to my wife!" The man roared in his face, making Dimitri's lopsided glasses fog from the hot breath in his face. He blinked, trying to fathom what this man was talking about and how he had screwed up this time. "Um w-would you mind filling me in on the problem? P-Perhaps I could fix it??" He questioned, his eyes wide as he stared at the man that looked seconds from beating him senseless. The man released Dimitri after a huff that was hardly calming before digging through his satchel. Dimitri watched in some confusion as the man slammed down a jar with what looked to be a fleshy-lizard inside. "You better fix this mage! That potion you gave us was bogus. Fertility, my ass! She drank it and then--poof! She was a lizard!" Dimitri dropped a little to look at the jar, his eyes probing the lizard to find it did seem to have uncharacteristically blue eyes and an odd coloring to it. He tilted his head like a curious child observing something new before his face lit up in understanding. "Ah well--she's a newt actually..." Dimitri looked up and found the man was ready to tear him apart so he quickly swallowed and moved on. "But that makes this easier to fix." He ran over to his shelf of potions, grabbing one labeled "Reversible" and also a coin purse that was on his desk. He placed the potion and the purse on the counter, offering the man a small look. "Um--well get her to drink this and by sunset she will be her usual self. Also I wasn't sure how much you paid for the prior potion so I--" The man snatched both off the counter before he could finish, grabbing his wife newt in a jar and storming off. Dimitri gave a sigh, wincing when the man slammed the door. He sunk to the floor behind the counter, looking briefly miserable. That had been the third on this week to storm in to kill him. Thankfully over the years he had gotten very good at the reversing potions. They were difficult and expensive to make, much more so than he could charge for a charm or spell, but he felt it was only right he have enough on hand due to his common mistakes...How ashamed his parents had to be...He groaned, running a hand through his hair as he glanced up at the shop wall where a name was painted in bold letters. Averin, such a proud name that he hardly fit the mold of...He pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shutting as he tried to focus on calming himself down before he started settling into a depression again. He needed his wits about him, especially since he had to clean the shop after that ordeal. He heard a knock come at the door and he loudly called out to the person from his perch behind the counter, "we are closed!" ~~~ An empty mug hit the table and shortly after a bearded man's face slammed into the hard wood table. The crowd around the table erupted into cheers as the man's younger opponent stood triumphantly, despite his goofy, hammered grin. "The winner of this contest of drink it the infamous Darcy Averin." Darcy smiled at the applause, bowing rather uncoordinatedly before having to use a pretty looking bar maid's shoulder to hold him up. "A pleasure all! Anything to please such an adoring crowd." He let a finger glide beneath her chin, making the girl giggle and bat her eyes in suggestion. Darcy liked the attention, but he knew he was a bit too hammered for company at the moment. He was already starting to see double and from what he could tell, the man's friends who just lost quite a bit of money in their bet were already seething. He blinked at the one with a nasty looking mace in hand, making his way over to Darcy with a nasty look in his eyes. The girl on his arm looked a bit terrified, but refused to let go, much to his displeasure and attempts to pull away from her. "Later darling. Seems I've got business to attend to." He said, giving her a wink that made her blush and quickly move back to twitter with her friends. Darcy turned to the man approaching him, his hand outstretched. "I suppose you are the one that will pay me my winnings?--" No sooner had he spoke in that rather cocky tone, the man lashed out, making Darcy have to stumble with a rather surprising agility out of the way. He knocked back into a chair, hissing under his breath at the pain that shot up his back from the impact. He glared at the man, though his smirk was playful like this threat against him was nothing more than a game. "Oooh, a bunch of sore losers. Come on then, I guess I'll be taking my reward myself." He said, only making the brutish man charge at him full speed. Darcy slipped from the chair, his hands quickly moving into an intricate little wave before muttering a few words. A chain produced itself from thin air, hurtling at the man and latching onto his feet like a boa. It coiled up his body, tripping him up as he hit the table, splintering it like it was a tooth pick. He walked over to the now bound man, stepping over him with a tisk before going over to the man nearby that was passed out drunk. He took the coin purse he had on the table, his smile growing as he saw just how heavy it was. "A pleasure gents." He said before turning on his heels to leave, but tripped over his feet and hit the floor. He grumbled something unintelligible before he passed out cold. The bystanders laughed, some were appalled while others went about cleaning up the mess, almost ignoring the passed out drunks for later. The bar maid made her way over to Darcy, grabbing the bag of coin before flaunting off to find her new prey for the night.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 7, 2015 10:10:19 GMT -5
The same nightmare she had been having since it happened, every night now it was almsot unbearable. Being Sylvari or fey she was able to only sleep once a week- making her good at traveling or fighting, however it only made her sleep riddled with plaguing nightmares of her past. Mezadonne walked threw this town just like the last four she had come upon. Finding it not so large to get lost in, much less drink herself under the table. At the moment was was looking around the smaller street she was on and saw a few businesses however a large men, holding a strange small reptile came out of a place called Averin, what ever that meant. She hardly understood their language in places- so many different ones to figure out still. She did wonder if, what ever Averin was, and seeing as some one had come out of there perhaps it was a place for drinks? Heading over she knocked on the door, hearing some kind or response- but it was gibberish to her, she didn't know what 'we are closed' meant- it wasn't a thing to be said with her own people. She did understand closed- meaning the door was closed- did he want it open? She opened the door and stood there a little confused as to why he wanted the door open. In the door way she looked a little intimidating however being in full Fey armor that glowed in the dark night with the fire playing designs over it. Coming inside Mezedonne looked around at the ingredients and such on the shelves and the potion vials and smiled, having seen these things before. "Greetings." She said with a smile, having taken off her helmet, her blonde hair falling from it. She wasn't sure if many Fey or part Fey were about here but she hoped she didn't scare the boy, their breed was a scary thing to humans. She let her hand skim the counter as she placed her helmet down on it and gave the man a smile, well he looked very young- perhaps he was watching this shop while his father was away? Well she assumed it was a shop, but this little one looked- well smelled young as well...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2015 13:51:22 GMT -5
Days of walking and asking around she had found out the name of Delorians descendants. The good luck streak however seemed to have ended upon finding one of them. The man was indeed his grandson. He looked so much like her beloved teacher. That likeness alone was enough for her to take a room at the inn and have some one carry him up. Lisareal was beyond disappointment on finding what had to be the younger brother. A gambling drunk, were did the pathetic man get off on that? Pacing the room she could feel her anger start to boil over once again at the fool dosing away. 'I would need to fix this degenerate, as having him run his grandfathers name in the mud was not sitting well with my memories.' Once the sun had started its climb into the sky, she lost her cool and started springing into action. As Delorian had taught her, she made a small spell for hangovers over a glass on the side table. Then picking up the water pitcher gleefully she proceeded to pour its content over the wayward mage sleeping there.
The splashing water had Lisareal smiling as this sort of revenge, it was quick and rewarded without a need for response."Wake up you rancid drunk." She said as she put the pitcher back onto the table with a clatter. " Get your sorry self out of bed, your grandfather Delorian would be rolling over in his grave if he could but just see you!" Fists clenched she did her best not to take it too far, but she kicked at the man in the bed in her poor temper. " Being a defective wizard is no reason to be a gambling and drunken buffoon in public!" Her ire was causing her own face to redden and a headache ever so slightly. Lisareal would have to compose herself and for that she needed to leave the room before she further disgraced herself. " Get up get up get up... now! The cup will fix your hang over, its a spell your grandfather had taught me. "
Sighing,she shook her head trying to hide the pain crossing her face. The thoughts and feelings were all jumbled up. "I'll be down stair when you clean up and manage to look respectable. "She said lightly as she quickly left the room to cool her head. 'I know it is not my teacher inside the room, but a part of me longs for it to be so.' Shaking my head, stop the thoughts and descended to the main room at the inn were food awaited me.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 7, 2015 16:03:14 GMT -5
Darcy woke with a start when the cold water hit him, recoiling like a cat that had been tossed out in the rain and he could have sworn he heard some woman yelling at him. He shook out his hair, wincing at the pain that shot through his head. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton, like he hadn't seen water in days. The quick movements also unsettled his stomach, reminding him he had drank too much with nothing in his stomach. He felt a dry heave coming on, but kept it down in favor of not looking positively worse than he already did. Not only did he feel like shit but now he was wet. Wait why the hell was he wet? The clatter of the pitcher made his eyes widen and his head snap up in the direction of the woman by his bed side. To her luck, she was a pretty thing, looking to be about his age with a fine dress that spoke of her wealth. Seems he hadn't done too poorly for himself the night before--He instantly regretted that thought the moment she opened her mouth. His eyes widened briefly at the girl like she was psychotic as she yelled at him. Didn't she know who he was? That he could turn her into cinders if he pleased? Let alone that she would be shrieking at a stranger. When she dragged his grandfather into this, his eyes narrowed mostly because it wasn't uncommon for someone to mention his grandfather since he was a very famous mage. But no one really knew what Delorian was really like in this day in age. The old geezer died when Darcy was only 5. He tried to open his mouth to say something to the rude, annoying woman but of course she wasn't finished. Her shrieking continued, now into insulting him as if she knew him let alone like she had a right. His eyes narrowed into slits at her calling him defective, his anger boiling to the point where he imagined casting a spell of binding on her lips just to shut this woman up. Instead he inhaled and leant back on the bed, his eyes taking in the woman as she threw her fit since he figured he wasn't going to get to say anything anyways. What did he have to say to her. What could he say anyways? He owed this strange woman nothing--unless he did something horribly wrong to her when he was drunk. He tried to search back in his memory to just what he could have done to this woman, let alone what would draw such spite from a pretty woman's lips. He blinked when he looked at the cup at his bed side, breifly caught off guard at the idea that she knew his grandfather. How was that possible? The old man was dead and she looked around his age...there was no way he could have taught her anything. As the little monster headed off, he watched her swish out of the room like a woman that owned the place. He shook his head and leaned over, seizing the cup and giving it a sniff. He didn't smell any poison so he brought it to his lips, taking a deep drink of it. He gagged at the taste, shaking his head as he almost threw it up. "Damn, yeah that tastes like something that old fart would make." He growled tossing the cup across the room and got out of bed. He washed his face off in the basin, slicking his hair out of his face as to observe his face. He could see some shadow under his eyes from lack of real sleep. He tilted his head and gave a huff, knowing he would have to face the witch downstairs. He went to the stairs, noticing a woman or two giving him batted eyelash looks and finger waves. He winked at one and she gave a giggle. He moved over to the table where he saw the young woman that had thrown a fit over him moments ago. "So, that was an interesting introduction. I'm not sure where you learned that shouting at a complete stranger was much of a conversation starter in the morning...I didn't know my grandfather kept this odd of company." He said looking her over in a rather blatant way before offering what should have been a charming smile if his eyes didn't read that he was pissed. "So how about we start with names so I don't feel as if we've gotten off on the wrong foot, sweetheart." He took one of the rolls from her meal and broke off a piece, waving it in a half assed flourish. "My name is Darcy Averin. As I'm sure you would know." He said with a shrug, since his name was well known since he was considered a heroic mage, all the glitz glamour and fame that came with it. "And you are?" He asked, popping some of the bread into his mouth with complete disinterest in her answer. ~~~ Dimitri peeked up over the counter, his eyes widening at the woman there looking like a fearsome fey there to tear him limb from limb. He stood a bit straighter, quickly fumbling under the counter for something he could use if she tried to attack. He knew his reputation as a reliable mage was poor in this town, but why would anyone attack him in broad day light? Let alone when did he upset the fey? If anything, he was more respectful of them than most people. "Uh--hello--um ma'am I--I--I promise if there is anything I owe you I swear I'll pay it. Anything you wan't, elixir, potion, spell you name it." He got his hand around a simple fog vial, one that would act as a smoke screen if he needed to duck out of there quickly. He wasn't about to take on a fey alone in a store full of flamable and explosive chemicals..."Gold is a little short at the moment but I'm sure if your after a refund I could work something--uh-out." He stammered feeling a bit cornered.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 7, 2015 22:27:50 GMT -5
She looked confused by all his words, her nose scrunching up a bit and she shook her head. "Greetings." She said again trying to be friendly, not honestly knowing how to speak to this boy. Thinking it sounded a bit dumb and frowned a moment before deciding she needed to speak more perhaps to show she wasn't there to beat the poor boy since he looked uncomfortable. "Mezedonne." She said easily since it was her name though it was a bit difficult for a human to pronounce perhaps- not sure of how they used cognates. She pointed to herself to perhaps let him know she was trying to greet him a bit better since he couldn't speak her home tongue.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2015 22:51:15 GMT -5
Watching the brat flirting at the girls she couldn't help but roll her eyes. 'Could he stop adding offence to his family name while he still had a chance...?' What really hit her buttons was his self important introduction. she had watched him pass out and new for a fact he was a stupid moron. he seemed to belittle her.... and all but blatantly ignore her... closing her eye's she kept her mouth closed for a moment till she was more then sure he was finished. "Know whom you are?"She said as if in pure disgust."Dimitri Averin you can stop damaging your grandfather and brothers name right this minute! Honestly dost thou not understand the travesty you portray?!" She spat out angrily before grabbing the roll he sullied with his dirty hands and tossed it in his face. " Dost thou not know whom I AM! Me ... Princess Lasareal! beloved monarch of proud Mesothelioma!?"
she was all but growling at this point her body shaking in anger at is audaciousness. "How-how could you... " she stammered as her face seemed full of anguish and tears threatens to spill from her eyes. Biting her lip, she stops her self and then suddenly slaps him across her face with the back of her hand."You sir are nothing but a nave!"
Darcy watched her fume over his words, wanting to be sure she got a taste of her own ignorance. Did she even realize how much of a snarky little priss she was being? He wasn't her slave or even hired by her. What right did she have to talk down to him like he was nothing more than a dog. He was only even entertaining this talk with this woman to see exactly what she was on about and why she seemed so keen on ripping into him when she had no ground to stand on. Let alone that she tend dared to call him his brother of all things. His expression went livid, his eyes narrowing and his hands begining to heat up from his anger kindling his fire ability. He shifted froward, his jaw clenching as he kept from using a rather nasty spell on this woman to put her in her place. And why was she talking like one of those old books Dimitri read? He rolled his eyes when he called herself a princess of a long destroyed kingdom, smirking with a cold humor that was born out of his anger. He watched her tear up and look about to cry, his brow raising some as his smirk faded. Okay, maybe this lady was a crazy or maybe she was a delusional? Either way, her constant comment on his character when she was the one losing her head was only fueling him to not have much sympathy for her. Suddenly the slap came across his face, making him recoil and stare at her with a wide eyed fury. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He stood, leaning over the table with a glare and his aura crackled like embers in a fire. "Don't you dare call me my brother--You loud mouthed little liar who has the manner of a tavern wench. And what a poor excuse for a sob story. Don't you know that kingdom was destroyed centuries ago, turned to rubble under a new kingdom's boot? If you're going to feed people BS, make sure its accurate." He knew he was getting out of line, but he was sick of dealing with this. She was just so infuriating. He didn't have to sit here and take this crap from her of all people. For all he cared she could screech herself deaf at this point. "Oh but excuse me, I'm speaking to a Princess right? Forgive me that my living for it is not to thy liking." He said giving a sarcastic bow before standing up straight and looking very ready to storm out the door. "Listen lady. I don't know what your issue is with me or how you know anything about my grandfather or my brother for that matter, but I have nothing for you. Perhaps you'd be more inclined to speak with someone that would kiss your slipper. Why don't you run back home to your parents. I'm sure some idiot out there misplaced you and is worried sick." 'Or dancing for joy that they are rid of you...' He thought though didn't feel quite mean enough to say such. "I have more important matters to attend to than listening to you harp on my life like you know anything about me or my family. Here this is for all your trouble and the stale bread--" He said fishing around on his person for where he kept his gold. He looked aggravated as hell while searching, pausing a moment when he surprisingly found that he couldn't find his gold. "Where the hell--?" He muttered, looking around on his person or his gold but found none of it. Was he robbed? He hissed a string of curses under his breath, wanting to burn something or someone that tried to steal from him
" liar.... whom is the liar?!?" she stammered as she got to her feet clenching her teeth as he continued to insult her and hit her missing parts of history. " gone... " she paused unable to full hide the full devastation that as her heart stopped, the last piece in the puzzle putting all her memories no more then rubble. every one was dead. her country was no more. and he was waving it in her face like it was some sort of game for him.... but when he started to cures and she looked up only to realize he didn't know what happened last night at all... and it was her turn to share some harsh realitys " well it seems you were robbed by the nasty bar maid you smelled like last night after your drunken display landed you on the floor. " she stated looking down the tip of her nose at him. " and i am no liar, if you were smart enough to learn a few things i was locked in a tower for a good thousand years you ugly little troll ." she said going around the table an evil glint in her eye's.
" if you truly are the elder i am ashamed for your family at this disgusting display" she spat out , she had to cover her confusion and pain. what better way then to straiten out the miss guided boy. " come with me, ill just have to re-educate you or something.. " she mumbled as she gripped him by the ear and and started pulling him towards the door, " you owe me for the stale bread and the room any way you bugger. "
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Post by kimcora on Jul 8, 2015 0:30:55 GMT -5
Her retort was expected, though he wasn't sure why he felt the sting of her devastated look shortly afterwards...Did this woman actually think she was some lost princess? He fished back in his memory to remember if his grandfather ever mentioned the kingdom having a princess. Hell, who was he kidding. He never paid attention much to history lessons. That was up his brother's alley...He felt his shoulder's untense, his attention going to her face as he waited to see if she was going to start sobbing, or worse get back to her screaming again. When he saw no tears he was relieved since crying made him uncomfortable. He didn't know how to handle tears since his family very seldomly shed them. They were too proud for tears, all of them. Even his brother, the black sheep. His sympathy for her was short lived, since she squashed it with a quick kick to the shin over how he lost his money. He breathed out through his nose, calming himself as he knew that losing his head over this wasn't worth it. By now that whore was off spending it all no doubt...He gave her a briefly annoyed look when she went back into talking about being a tower for a thousand years. Not to mention she called him ugly, no less a troll. If he was ugly in her eyes then her standards had to be so high she was impossible. He never had a girl call him ugly before. He had heard arrogant, a few unsightly names, and a cheat before. Never ugly. Before he could retort something when she made the comment of shame at him being the eldest, mostly because she knew nothing of him. She obviously hadn't heard of all the good he had done for the kingdoms, the acts of heroism and bravery he was known for. Here she was treating him like a degenerate over a little fun. What had her panties in such a bunch over it? He was thoroughly shocked when she grabbed him by the ear like he was a child, telling him that he owed her and she would straighten him out. The bar erupted in laughs and some gave taunting for the woman winning the fight, even the barmaids giggled. "have fun with your lover's quarrel you two." The bar maid from last night chanted, drawing a look of distaste from Darcy. "She isn't--" Before he could finish, Lisareal pulled him out the door and onto the street. When out of the bar, he smacked her hand away, rubbing his ear with an incensed look. "That must have been one hell of an enchantment. You don't look a day over 80." He said, just a small dig at her for snatching him around like he was a child. He gave her a once over before rolling his eyes. "Fine, what do you want for repayment. Gold, a spell, a voucher to the ball? Or how about something bit better?" He said trying at flirting with her even if it was sarcastic since even if the girl was pretty she still had a major attitude issue. ~~~ Dimitri blinked at her greeting, his head tilting slightly when he saw that she seemed to be struggling with her words. Even if she looked threatening, the woman held a softer aura to her that he could tell was there at the moment. She needed something and was having trouble communicating it. He couldn't really fault her for that. "M-Mezedonne?" He repeated with some grace, though it was hardly perfect, as she pointed to herself, seeming to want to communicate that that meant something about her. He blinked suddenly in recognition and nodded, an eased frown coming to his face. He even released the vial under the counter. "Dimitri." He pointed to himself before biting his lip and figuring he couldn't really communicate with her well at all like this. "Hold on a moment..." He told her before he held up a hand with a signal to wait. He hurried into the back and came back out with an old book that looked to be falling apart at the seams. He flipped the pages quickly, batting his eyes some in confusion before deciding to speak. "Can I help?" He said in broken Fey, his accent poor but getting the message across enough that he hoped she understood. He was by no means fluent, even if his mother was. The woman was an expert in most things magical and prided herself in ancient languages. Dimitri often listened to her read her books and study. She even gave him this book to begin his practicing which he never really picked up. Seems his mother was right. Eventually it would come in handy.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 10, 2015 8:49:44 GMT -5
When he said his name she turned her head to the side a bit, trying to figure out what type of a name he had besides a human one. "Dremetree?" She called a bit questioningly as he left the room pondering if she ahd done something offensive. Looking a bit unsure about what was going on, when he returned with a book, she could read some of the text making her smiled a bit, hew as trying to communicate it seemed. She began speaking a bit too quickly but stopped herself knowing that wasn't fair- the boy could hardly ask if she needed help, she had to talk simply it seemed. "Dremetree? " She asked first trying to get his name, feeling odd because the humans used off letters next to one another. "That is the name you are called for?" She asked in very simply fey wondering if he understood at all, she was speaking very slow.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 13:13:16 GMT -5
" che " she let slip and she turned her back to him. he was not who she wanted... but then again she was what... 16 years too late for that was she not. " look. " she said pausing slightly fighting against her self at what she was about to say. all she could think was he better not be a prat and mistake her words for something different. " we...we may have been a little harsh in our words to you.... " she managed to force out. she was simply lucky he could not see her complicated expression. " and perhaps we went a little far as to pull one by his own ear... but you know... we didn't ask for all this. " she turned her face blank as she forced her self to remain emotionless. it would be unbecoming after all to be a crying mess all the time. " we... we didn't ask to be a cadged bird till time had made us like all that we held dear to us. " she said in a quiet voice only just staying even. " we didn't want all we had known to become as water only to flow through our fingers leaving yet only a few drops that would soon evaporate as well. " clearing her voice she stood a little taller. " we have nothing or no were anymore, just out hallow name... and what we had on us that ... day. part of that... what we had... we must sacrifice ... to eat... to house you for the night.... we are no more substantial than a ghost now... a forgot memories.. a child's story , we simply want to be seen again... to be alive.... " she said before she forced a fake sweet smile to her face, it was more to full her self than anyone else. smiling sweetly only her voice betrayed her. " all we ask is for you to help us gain some semblance of what was once ours.... " she got closer to him looking up into his eye's only letting a little of her venerability show through. " that much is all we ask. not to restore our Mesothelioma... not to reverse time for us... just to help us. " she said as her hands took his own into hers and squeezed it slightly and looked beseechingly up at him. " please... Delor- " she froze her face flushing slightly as she caught her self, " sorry... excuse us... Darcy... please " looking away she waited for him to answer.
Darcy was expecting her to get lipy, to fire back at him with a smart remark about what a terrible human being he was. Instead, he received a rather surprising resolve on her part. Something he definitely was not expecting. Her not so apology was forced, but then again he couldn't really get a read on her expression to really see what was passing over her mind. He blinked, a brow raising in confusion. What was up with this girl? One moment she was screaming at him and now she was being civil? And what was with this 'we' crap? She must have been mental to flip from one side of the coin to another in only a matter of moments. Darcy however gave her words a listen, since she now was facing him. Her emotionless look was an attempt at hiding whatever she was really feeling, any one could see that. So maybe she really did need his help, for something that really did upset her. He had to say her sob story was convincing. A tower, enchantments, waking up to an unfamiliar world with all of her life being nothing more than rubble for the past. He balked when she actually said that she spent what she had on him, only driving home that he really did need to repay her. What kind of man would he be to turn her out on her own when she sought his help. He knew she had to have sought him out since most knew he was a mage for hire that was willing to help out with nobel quests. He wasn't opposed to helping. He wasn't some heartless bastard that was only out for himself...even if he did enjoy the perks that came with it. He wouldn't say he liked the woman or that he would do this with all smiles, but he was good on his word at least. He raised a brow at her request, especially when she took his hands like she was some innocent girl asking a knight for aid. He frowned when she almost called him Delorian, the blush enough to make him give a huff. "Alright. I may have been less than civil, even if it was because you caught me at a poor time."
'and shrieked at me like a harpy.' He thought but felt it was better not to say. He said but shook his head, pulling his hands from her's to be rid of the guilting contact. "But I am a mage of more honor than you seem to give me credit for... I will help you with this interest as much as I am able as repayment for your aid earlier when I was indisposed. Lisarial, was it?" He said with a frown, tilting his head in slight curiosity as he tried to gauge if he was making a huge mistake that he would regret in only a seconds time.
she sighed feeling almost safe at his civil words. despite knowing in a way he couldn't exactly turn her down she couldn't help but cry out happily at having won. she didn't always get her way with Delorian but in a way it made her world feel more so steady. giggling she shrugged her shoulders slightly in her embarrassment display. " AH! you wont regret it Darcy " she said once again snagging his right hand into her left and holding it secure as if it shake hands. then before giving a second thought she bit her finger and started writing a symbol there upon his wrist in her own blood. " capristo lingarium!" she then whispered blowing lightly upon the wet blood causing it to glow. the light grew dim as quickly as it came leaving an image of her family crest. her breath caught in surprise at seeing it after so long... the purple moon and the white Lilly in the field of stars. " this... is a promise between us Darcy " she whispered still enchanted by the insignia. " i used this on Delorian once long ago to... " she stopped abruptly and dropped his hand distancing her self from him. she wanted space... no in a way she needed space... " excuse the our speak of the past Darcy, we forget our present at times. " smiling in a more sober manner she sighed, " we do believe that the two of us need to hit a library before heading towards the main goal if you don't mind the way stop?" she asked hoping to keep things smooth with out going to far into detail...
Darcy wasn't sure he liked her enthusiasm, though it did play into his ego that he was able to calm the snippy woman by just offering his services. He knew she was trouble, but he felt he could handle her. At least enough to let the past crap go. He needed it to stay sane and just get this simple task done. "I highly doubt that." He muttered in response to the comment about him not regretting this. He had a feeling he would have the opportunity to really regret this. He looked surprised when she snagged his hand, his surprise throwing him off long enough not to instantly recoil when she bit her finger and suddenly touched his palm. He made a disgusted face, eyes narrowing at her odd little mutterings that sounded like an old spell. He blinked when she blew the blood and it suddenly glowed and secured into a mark on his skin that looked too permanent for his like. As she pulled away talking about trapping his grandfather in something similar, he gave her a glare that hardly looked cool with moving on to some library or the lack of full communication. "Whoa whoa, I'm not going anywhere. Not till you explain what the hell this is?" He said waving his hand that now had a freaky tattoo printed on it that he was not game for getting. He vaguely felt he knew this image from somewhere, but it was a simple flash of memory that had no attachment or at least not enough to make a real connection.
hearing his tone she turned around her confusion very evident as she look from his palm to his face. " dos thou not know what a blood oath is?" she proclaimed honestly exasperated. " what has your teachers been teaching you that you know not what it is..?" she was at a loss for words and tried to find the best and easiest explanation for him. " well... hmmmn... ah!... hmmmnnnnnngh!" she kept rolling words about till she gave up and pulled the shoulder from her dress down to show a very similar marking on her own skin. " its a promise, that will be fulfilled. " she stated. " its not a curse... well it wont kill you... Delorian taught it to us, so i thought... you would approve this to one over astral fire ... more so because he would not teach us that... " she giggled at some past argument she had lost to him. she had begged and begged and just wouldn't give in, something about playing with fire... " or did you mean the library? well you don't know about me so we would rather shoot strait for the horses mouth than yours for such states of fact... sorry" she said trying to figure his reason for the temper.
Darcy realized he stumbled upon something he should have known when the woman gave him a look. He internally cursed himself for not paying attention more to his instructor about this sort of thing. Usually they were enamored with him, constantly complimenting and telling him how amazing he was for learning advanced level spells. They even said he favored Delorian, that he would one day be better than him. How they must have felt to know they were right...He gave a bit of a sigh before rolling his eyes at her talking about his grandfather again and giggling like a school girl. Did she realize the old man never spoke of her? That he hardly even acknowledged her existence half as much as she did. Well, that was as far as Darcy could remember and even that was fuzzy due to his inattention at a young age as well. "They knew what it was. Just--" Before he could let slip that he hadn't taken the time or had the care to learn about it, he moved on. "Look that's not important. What I am concerned about is why I need this to help you?" He asked since this seemed serious if he needed some kind of blood oath to fulfill it. The heroes he helped never branded him to do such, mostly because they knew that the Averin family was good on their word. He now was concerned that this odd, angry little woman was out to have him do something he wouldn't be wiling to do. And for him that would be saying a lot, especially when looking at his track record so far of diving head first into dangerous situations. "What exactly do you want, Princess?" He asked finally since he was concerned now at just what she was dragging him into. He also gave a shake of his head, not wanting to step foot in a library.
"No, no libraries. Full of antisocial little scholars that think they have something to prove. Why mess when with the subpar ones when I have my own antisocial little scholar for a brother? Come, you can explain yourself on the way." He said motioning for her to follow since he traveled light and didn't need to go back for anything. He did however realize he was missing something and muttered something under his breath before snapping. A few shouts could be heard from the market area before suddenly a staff appeared, stuck into the ground by it's blade. It was an old looking staff of a darker wood that looked to be two pieces twining together from the blade. The crown of it formed into carvings that looked to be two dragons in a duel, their mingling breaths forming a very lovely red gem that had flames brewing on the inside. "Can't forget this. Trying to steal a mages staff--pathetic. Now...last I checked, the mouse scurried off to here, Soledad, and then his trail went cold. Locals haven't been a help, shocker." He muttered to himself, getting into his own business and had the habit of tuning things out like his brother and grandfather. They also had a habit of talking to themselves when busy in their minds, almost like their minds were too full to keep all of the thoughts in. When he arrived that day, a man from the guard offered to buy him a drink to thank him for saving his cousin. That's when the downward spiral occurred with men claiming his tales of heroism were false and that any real champion could beat this 'knight champion of the king' in a contest of drink. Darcy, as could be imagined, would not take that insult lightly. Little did he know his winnings would not be gold, but a headache that was forming not from a hang over, but a petite woman with a bone to pick.
relived he was not asking true questions she new she could be veg for now. what were but a few omitted details in the bigger picture... she wouldn't really be lying to him... still she felt a bit of guilt. the same guilt she had for Delorian... after their last lesson in spells...
she smiled looking relived and started to fallow Darcy who had changed there course for Dimitri instead of a library. " well if Dimitri Really does know much of history's past then by all means we would like to try consulting him. " she said in agreement. leaving out as many middle men as possible would be for the best. " we understand your sentiments on aristocrats.... " she made a funny face as she remembered her many tutors. each worse than the other in there snobbery of knowledge. " as for the oath Delorian said to always swear this way, that others may try to take advantage of us if we were not to do so.. " she said her words trailing off as she tried to keep memories at bay. they had been so close after all... and Darcy acted as if she was not so much told of in the family. despite every summer having being in his very home for her lessons. perhaps... it was all really on her side. she had perhaps been the only one that thought they were close ... smiling brightly she shook her had clearing it of the dark thoughts and turned her direction to the new staff Darcy had summoned. " ah... is that... no... never mind " she said pushing the thought away. she may have to use his last lesson to her after all... " we just need to have a demon removed in order to free the knight and shinning armor whom had come to rescue me " she said almost dis-attached. she had trouble thinking about the prince suddenly with all the back wash of her memories... "so... were is your brother? where are you taking us?" she asked to liven the mood and pick her up from the encroaching shadows threatening to consume her.
Darcy muttered a small "mhm" as he moved towards the crowds, watching for anyone near them that looked like they could answer questions for him. When he didn't seem to find one he afforded her some attention to listen to what she had to say. So it seems his grandfather decided that the mark was important? Well at least the old man was smart...But what reason would he have to take advantage of her? She was annoying as hell sure, but wasn't about to forget that he owed her. At his staff, she seemed to be surprised but she stopped herself from asking questions. "It was passed to me by my father. Apparently after my grandfather retired, he had his staff broken down to pieces for my father to remake into something useful. Dimitri and I both have staffs made from his original, graduation presents if you will." He said, not sure why he was sharing this with her since he often didn't talk about his family with anyone. In all honesty he would rather forget them, or at least ignore them long enough to avoid thinking of them. All except his brother. It wasn't just because they were twins, but because he really did care for his brother. Even with their differences, they were still good friends and understood the other with a clarity no one else could. That was why when his mother came to him crying that Dimitri had gone missing, he was the first to drop everything and search. It had been quite some time now and he was begining to think the worst could have happened...When she mentioned that a demon was to be slayed to save a knight that came to rescue her, he gave a smirk. "Not much of a knight if he needs saving from a measly demon. I've fought a good twenty in my time. We will have your knight saved." He said, giving a shrug to say he wasn't worrying much about it at the moment since he felt he could handle this easily. He looked over his shoulder at her, his expression showing that he wasn't too happy with what he was about to admit. "I don't know. He took off when I left for the citadel, after my apprenticeship ended. At first he sent letters...then my family contacted me a while back saying that all efforts to contact him have failed. Seems they realized Father was wrong and this isn't just a phase. I've tracked him to here. He should be here...somewhere." He said holding no sarcasm or annoyance towards her, just blunt fact since his worry for his brother shadowed most things. "We look alike. He shouldn't be hard to notice." He then cleared his throat, wanting to move on from that. "So Lisarial--" He frowned shaking his head when it sounded odd in his mouth. "Anyways, you were stuck in a tower for a thousand years right? How exactly did you get out?" He asked, wondering if she wasn't as weak as she looked. Maybe the girl fought a dragon or did something heroic to save herself.
she was a bit put off by his sudden stream of good will of knowledge. as she had thought that was indeed part of his staff...once. she stared at it almost longingly before focusing her eye's about her. He seemed uneasy to share things with her.. or was he more nervous abut the things he was saying. from what she could gather... he was missing.. his mother worried. and if she was reading him right. "HE was worried as well.
she smiled sadly for him. he had trailed after him in such haste, yet she was not too keen to answer his questions of her rescue or lack there of. " how... you can say that at the last moment i.. we were given the opportunity... when the knight stormed the castle the barrier faltered and i was able to use a spell to work the lock... " she almost mumbled. " i then ran down more than 9 landings worth of stairs towards my freedom. " she stated. she found she could not finish the rest as she was pathetic enough as it was... how could she tell him such a thing... she quickly switched to what was his bigger worry,
Darcy's brows furrowed at her explanation since it didn't seem to make much sense. After all that time to suddenly make her way out of a tower. And the fact that someone didn't help her at all...If she was telling the truth, that had to be one hell of a boring wait...He shook the thought away and looked then to market area that would probably be a smart place to start asking questions. At her suggestion of tracking, his head twitched to the side in a shake that he hadn't meant to show. Since he already gave away that there was a problem with it and he didn't think she would be running her mouth to others, he decided to at least fill her in with some more of his family's issues. Since she seemed to know Delorian after all..."Magical tracking doesn't work. My family decided that when we wanted to disappear we should have that opportunity. It's a curse of sorts to ward off those that wish us harm. Mages aren't well protected these days. Not by royal decree anyways. How do you think--" He stopped himself, realizing that she must not have known that Delorian retired after the kingdom fell and put that curse of himself and his family to avoid being slaughtered. The Averin were too loyal to the old kingdom of Mesothelioma after all. It was the one part of history he did learn, since he had run into a few men and women that decided to hate mages for their dangerous abilities. His father served a foreign king after all, since the current royal family had a natural distrust of his bloodline because of their prior allegiances. That's why it was a big deal that Darcy even received acknowledgement here as a hero or even anything more than something to be feared. "I want to ask around. Either stick close or find a place out of the way. I don't want to deal with you getting robbed or lost." He said, his tone commanding since he was used to being in charge and didn't care much for obstinance or arguments when he knew what he was talking about. She was obviously a bit odd and he wasn't sure how she would react to the busy markets since she did almost seem like a fish out of water at the moment.
being a fish out of water would have been an understatement in this situation. She had never been in such a crowd without more than 5 attendance or DeLorean himself by her side. the very idea of finding a place out of the way caused her to jump grabbing slightly onto Darcy's sleeve. "NO! " she exclaimed before catching yourself and turning away." I'll stay close. " looking around she couldn't help but start to feel uneasy in the foreign crowd of people. on top of the idea of being robbed or lost!? not to mention that for some reason DeLorean had decided to make his bloodline untraceable. she was more than happy to feel relief at knowing the blood oath would ensure that Darcy would return to her side. but the idea of losing him in a crowd and being left once again alone was a daunting idea. "please.... " she whispered with a voice as small as she felt. " don't leave us too.... "
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Post by kimcora on Jul 10, 2015 17:48:00 GMT -5
Darcy tensed a bit when she suddenly grabbed his sleeve and professed a loud “no" to the idea of being on her own. He gave her a look of minor annoyance, though it was obvious it was a dulled look due to a slight uncertainty. How could the woman that was acting like an angry tyrant only moments ago was now acting so innocent and more like a lost girl. He gave her a nod, sparing her his teasing since she seemed almost fragile at the moment. Even if he wouldn’t readily admit it, he could have a soft spot for women and wasn’t opposed to being the protector in a situation. He felt an almost sad curiosity at her telling him not to leave her too. He wasn’t thinking of just leaving her, but instead finding where she felt comfortable. “I’m not leaving. I don’t think I can with this thing right?” He said gesturing to his hand where the mark now was. "Okay, we’ll stick together. But don’t talk to strangers and keep your valuables close.” He said before turning to walk ahead. He made it into a large open market, people milling about everywhere to look at the vendors stalls. The market was filled with noises and smells, everything from vendors shouting about perfumes and gems to meat cutters and fish mongers calling for people to come observe their wares. He stopped by a few stalls but most didn’t know who he spoke of and others acting too busy to speak with them. He rolled his eyes after a tapestry merchant said he wouldn’t deal with a mage and he pushed away from the table. His staff gave a small glow and suddenly a gust picked up, blowing away some of the rich looking tapestries and sending them into mud puddles on the street. The merchant and his ward went frantic to collect them and Darcy got a bit of satisfaction to see them scrambling like rats over worthless things. “Dimitri? Is that you my boy?” Darcy looked over and saw that an old man peddling herbs squinting at him as though he could barely see him. “You shouldn’t be on the street. There’s a mob out looking for ya. Saw ‘em pass bay er’ a moment ago?” Darcy’s brows knitted, wondering just what he could have done in this town to warrant a mob. He thought a moment before he groaned and face palmed. “Damn it Di…” He growled before quickly taking Lisarial’s hand and heading towards the direction that the old man pointed. “We have to find him before he gets himself hung. Idiot…No doubt turned someone into a goose again.” He growled before he heard someone suddenly call out “Hey isn’t that the Averin brat?! Get him!” Darcy heard footsteps behind them, about 4 judging by the foot fall. Quickly he assessed the area and saw an alley that had a crowd passing by that he could lose them in. He took off in a sprint for the crowd, basically dragging Lisariel behind him. When they hit the crowd, he wove around the people till finally they broke through, finding the alleyways mouth. “Idiots think I’m him.” He growled before he heard the shouts catching up. Thinking quickly and seeing a few crates that were stacked nearby that would provide cover for them. He grabbed Lisarial around the waist pulling her close and putting a hand over her mouth before she could protest. “Shh just till they are gone.” He said, not caring that he had her compact against him to keep her out of sight and within reach just in case he had to get them out of there in a fight. When the idiots lost them and ran off in the opposite direction, Darcy gave a breath of relief and released her. "Looks like we'll be taking back ways until we get to him. Time to follow where the crowd is gathering." He wasn't paying much attention to her, that much was obvious by the way his eyes showed he was actually quite worried. He knew what a mob meant and he wouldn't see his brother harmed. He would burn this town to cinders if they touched him. ~~~ Dimitri blinked when she suddenly spoke again, this time saying something about a tree...? No wait--that was his name. He smiled at her, nodding so that she could understand that he understood her. "Yeah kinda. Sounds like it. Nice to meet you. I'm sad to say though that I have little to offer you Miss Mezedone. You see I'm not very good at well--this." He said in a mix between fey and english, gesturing around him and hoping she was getting what he was saying. He wasn't out to piss off a fey, especially not one with a large sword that could kill him in one swing. "But I do have a poltice or two for battle wounds. I swear these are harmless. Can't turn someone into a newt with herbs." He said the last bit rather quietly, his worry showing through. "But you aren't here to buy things...right?" He asked, wondering just if anything he was saying was getting across.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 10, 2015 21:18:10 GMT -5
When he nodded and confirmed that she had his name, she nodded with a smile herself feeling a bit more accomplished. AS he continued to speak however her smile faltered as she did her best to figure out what he was saying with all the arm gestures and looking about. Her eyes looking him over a bit she waited to see if he was going to speak again, in some butchering of both their languages but he didn't, he looked a bit uncomfortable however. "No, I good not speaking am your tongue." She pieced out in a more human language however it sounded odd from her. "Know very little." She spoke again to reaffirm to Dimitri that she didn't speak well enough human to honestly communicate with out his little dusty book that apparently helped him speak. Moving forward however she looked at the book and nodded with a smile to herself as the bland introductions that were phrased there, as well as noted minor words and nouns. She pointed to a greeting- with a more gibberish one written under it- probably human language. She wondered if there was anything about fey banishment in the book and how to get back in their good graces however she doubted it, the book may have looked old but it had newer phrases so she knew it was only old to the humans.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2015 3:10:19 GMT -5
gesturing to his arm she smiled having just had the same thought run through her mind. she let go of his sleeve and put her hand slightly on her hip feeling the small bag of belongings there. she had already given up two of her rings, one for food the other to pay for damages and to room Darcy... she could not part with anything else. not the family signet ring , it was her only seal and physical reminder of her parents. "Okay, we’ll stick together. But don’t talk to strangers and keep your valuables close.” He said before turning to walk ahead. she fallowed along all but walking on the back of his feet in her wish not to be left behind. she was a little lost in thought when Darcy started talking with an old man. to be honest she was paying more attention to the would be muggers than to anything other remaining close by him. After the warnings he had given her she could not help but be paranoid. suddenly Darcy groaned causing her to turn back to look up at him face palm as he growled. “Damn it Di…” He growled before quickly taking her hand and started to pull her away, " ah!" she gasped out. " wh-what... Dar...." she tried to complain as he growled once again over her. “We have to find him before he gets himself hung. Idiot…No doubt turned someone into a goose again.” suddenly as menacing someone suddenly call out “Hey isn’t that the Averin brat?! Get him!” When he took off at a sprint through the crowed she was all but dragged. it was hard to breath and the fight had caused her mind to go blank. were they going to be caught... was this it? she whimpered gripping his hand with all her strength wanting to not get lost. Suddenly Darcy grabbed her around the waist pulling her close and putting a hand over her mouth before she could so much as squeak in her surprise. “Shh just till they are gone.” Darcy seemed to not care that he had her tightly pressed against him. Lisarial on the other hand was more then aware of this. her back to a wall with only there clothing between between the two of them. she could feel her entire body turn red as her mind metabolized information she never wanted to know in her life... Darcy was much bigger then she first thought. wide shoulders and despite being a mage he obviously took good care of him self... despite smelling of booze only this morning, he had a clean crisp smell to him now. Her hart beat loudly from all the colliding commotion. could the pursuers hear it... could Darcy? When Darcy gave a breath of relief he finally released her. "Looks like we'll be taking back ways until we get to him. Time to follow where the crowd is gathering." He wasn't paying much attention to her, that much was obvious by the way his eyes showed he was actually quite worried. She knew yelling would only bring the men back and she was still shaking like a leaf from it all. she would wait till her trembling stopped and it was safe to give him a peace of her mind. " i want to leave this place... Now " she said rather strongly as she stepped to the side a bit adding more space between the two of them, her eye's cased away from him.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 11, 2015 13:56:30 GMT -5
Darcy turned his attention to Lisarial after a moment, catching the fact she looked red in the face. He would have normally taken the time to be sarcastic, said something along the lines of flirtatious. But now wasn't the time and this definitely wasn't the girl. He saw nothing wrong with being close to someone, since he had no intentions of doing anything to her or with her. It was for their survival, that was it and she was going to have to get used to contact if she was going to be traveling around after this demon that had hold of her knight. Her almost snappish command made him nod, ignoring her moving away from him since he didn't care much. If she could keep up, she could stay as far as she wanted away. "After we get Dimitri, I'll take you wherever you want, Princess." He said, making that an honest promise before he moved to the mouth of the alley. He looked out at the people, keeping an eye out for more people out to get them. When he didn't see anyone threatening, he moved along the back street, making his way toward the noise. He stopped when they came upon a shop where the crowd seemed gathered and he listened closely to what they were trying to say. ~~~ Dimitri gave her a softer look, knowing it must have been hard to wander around an unknown city to speak with strangers. He took his book, his attention going to the texts there. "It's okay Mezadonne. My mother taught me a few phrases in your tongue. She studied fey culture, even gave me this book to help learn some of the language. Hopefully I can help you out." He said in broken fey, substituting English words where needed. Suddenly a banging came to his door and he could hear the street outside buzzing with noise. "Come out, witch!" Dimitri blinked, his eyes widening some at all the noise and the fact that he was being screamed at by someone that sounded familiar. He went to the window, only to gasp when he saw the people out there forming a mob. They even had pitch forks and rope, just as a warning that this wouldn't end well for Dimitri. "I'm afraid you have the wrong person. I'm a mage." He called out through the windows crack, but that only drew the mob closer. A man stepped forward with another man, the familiar one that had a woman clinging to his arm. "You, Dimitri Averin, are to be tried by flame for accounts of witchery, such as magical endangerment, false wares, and instability of craft. How do you plead?" "False--I mean--You can't try me for witchery. I'm a mage--you know when I paid for this business that I was a mage!" He called out, his stammering bad enough he was almost unintelligible. The man with the woman on his arm moved forward, looking furious. "You are no mage! What kind of AVerin mage would turn a defenseless wife and mother into a newt!" The crowd went into a rage and Dimitri was able to get away from the window before it was smashed by a rock. He ran to the door throwing the bar to lock it before he rushed to Mezadonne. "Ah-um-Mez. We need to leave. Ah--Leaving. We go now before that--" He pointed to the door and then made the motion for a death face. "Quickly, out the back. I don't wish you to be harmed for my short comings." He said, shooing her towards the back door, mostly to get her well out of there and protected. These people were in a frenzy and no doubt would not stop to concern themselves with protecting a fey woman.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 18, 2015 21:32:45 GMT -5
Mezedonne looked at the door as there was pounding by it, wondering what was going on. Was it a party? Was she allowed to stay perhaps? Dimitri was speaking with some one outside before a window was broken-letting in the more hostile aura from out side, her hand drawing to her sword immediately in retaliation. Setting herself up so she was angled at the door it seemed Dimitri didnt want to fight, which made her frown. Sheathing her sword she grabbed her helmet and nodded to him, understanding the human word for leaving a place or settlement. They headed outside threw a back area, thought she wasn't too convinced she couldn't protect this human, who seemed semi acquainted with the Fey Language- having muttered about his mother knowing Fey tongue. If he could be her translator here in this place she would gladly protect him, however she ahd to teach him better Fey first- perhaps better people skills since there seemed to be a hostile mob after him.
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