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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2016 15:22:41 GMT -5
Violet eyes peered around from beneath a black hood, scrutinizing the people in the dimly-lit pub, most of which were drunks talking loudly, waving their drinks and causing spills. A single candle illuminated the small table in the corner, casting a faint glow upon the figure's face. A fight broke out somewhere to the left, and a small crowd cheered, throwing their drinks in the air. As the two men quarrelled, the bigger of the two tossed the smaller man towards the table, causing him to knock it over. The figure did not move, but simply watched as the man skidded to her feet. Her violet eyes glanced up in time to see the tall brut leering down at her. "Well, well, what have we here!" He reached down and grabbed her by her shirt, pulling her to her feet. "Give us a kiss." "I suggest you step away." Her voice was cool and calm, but her eyes were cold and hard. The man's leer only grew, and he pulled her towards him, until he felt something icy in the centre of his chest. Looking down, he saw that her hand was the only thing touching him. He blinked at, a little confused as the sensation grew colder and colder. He glanced up to see that she still stared at him, her eyes icy, her face blank. His body began to shiver, and he slowly let go of her shirt. The pigment in his lips turned from red to purple, then eventually turned blue. He felt his heart slow, as his now icy blood coursed lazily through him. He then fell to his knees, breaking the contact, allowing heat to surge through him again. He writhed at her feet. She turned away from him, helping the other man to his feet, rearranging her table and returning to her seat. The people around her continued as though nothing happened, and the bartender brought her a drink as bouncers escorted the now-panting man outside.
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Post by Lovely on Jan 28, 2016 19:56:03 GMT -5
"Interesting show you put on there" a man's voice broke pass the whispers that ensued throughout the pub, as the echoes of footsteps approached the table. A tall man towered over her, "...I'm not here to look for a fight in fact I'm in search of someone with your skills" his voice was deep and oddly charming, his eyes were a gentle red that closely resembled pink in the lighting. He walked pass her a gentle smile spread across his face as he found a seat across from her "...Mathius" he offered his hand in kind gesture hoping she would shake it "...if you'll let me talk I'll gladly enlighten you with my story that I hope you'd agree to at the end of it"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2016 21:57:45 GMT -5
The woman's eyes never left the table before her, and she ignored the hand. "I know not of which skills you speak, but I assure you that I cannot help you."
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Post by Lovely on Jan 29, 2016 1:49:31 GMT -5
"Well thats a shame...Bar keep!" He waved him down "here's the payment to her bill" he handed the man a bag if coins "any extra give it to the woman" a couple more whispers inssued others commenting on the estranged man 'can it be thats the relic hunter mathius''he must be on that foolish grimoire search again' he ignored them his coat flowing as he exited he was determined to find that grimoire at any cost. There was something he sensed from that human that he knew he needed her to come along but whatever it was he couldn't stop to think about it now.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2016 18:53:07 GMT -5
She watched from the corner of her eye, never lifting her head. She found it strange that this man would pay for her drinks, then allow her to keep whatever was left; anyone would have known that such a bag of coins clearly held more than enough for a couple of drinks. She had a feeling it was a sort of ruse, but there was no way she was going to accept charity. Close on his heels, she snatched the bag from the dazed barkeep's hands, replaced it with her own coin, and proceeded to follow the man outside when she heard the whispers that caused her hesitate at the door. Grimoire? What could he possibly want with a Grimoire? Another question then surfaced in her mind; why did he single her out? She'd done so good to hide away from the world, and no one could have possibly noticed what she did in the pub, so how did he? She found herself now very intrigued by the man as she exited and marched up to him, shoving the bag of coins towards him. "I do not need your charity, I can pay for my own drinks. Though I assume you hoped that I would have followed you out to refuse your money, and so here I am. Talk."
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Post by Lovely on Jan 29, 2016 23:08:40 GMT -5
The coin was urged his way but he couldn't help himself to push it away back to her direction. A smile spread from ear to ear and a gentle chuckle parted from deep inside his throat "Charity? Who says its charity? Perhaps an early payment?" he took a few steps back, bowing to the woman his eyes peeking through the strands of nightshade black strands that covered part of his face hiding one of his eyes as they looked up, one hand was in front of his chest the other on his lower back. "Mathius Chambers" his grin only growing as he began to introduce himself he stood straight once again, "the relic hunter...I'm sorry if I'm not like what the gossipers made me out to be" how most described him was a tall muscular man, dark skin, blue eyes, blonde locks as gold as marigolds, every typical girls fantasy...he on the other hand was nearly the opposite of what everyone made him out to be, his physique was slender with a gentle muscular frame, he was pale, part of his face was hidden by nightshade hair, and an eye patch covered an eye while the other wasn't blue but a pale red. He was however; quite handsome. He was tall, and he was an adventurer. "I'm seeking for a group of talented individuals to help me on a conquest to find a forbidden grimoire that apparently holds the key to the darkness that's being cast upon the world of Cyllaron...but before you tell me what I'm saying I'm being delusional by this" he paused for a bit turning his back to woman as he observed the city streets of forelock "...I know for a fact its true...but I can't do this alone, and I need people like you" he looked at the woman his eye directed to her "everything, I've got books, I've traversed the isles of cyllaron...everything true" he knew he started sounding insane, "...I do apologize for my rambling" something behind the smile clearly hid a slight pain that clearly urged him further. "...Now will you join this adventure or are you the many that think I'm nothing more but a foolish hunter trying to claim a myth"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2016 23:28:35 GMT -5
Payment? she scoffed mentally. How presumptuous of him to assume that I would help him. She surveyed him for a moment, then shook her head. "I cannot accept a fool's gold. Though I do not think you a fool to believe in the Grimoire, but to truly believe that you could find it, or that I could be any use to you in your quest, you are surely mistaken." Or to think that I could ever aid someone who could very possibly wish to use the Grimoire for selfish reasons. Foolish creature. she added silently. She returned the gold towards him. "Therefore take your gold, and--" "You little bitch, what the hell did you do to me back there?" The growl came from the door as a hand grabbed for her hood, ripping it from her head. The man's eyes lit up as he took in her appearance. An oval face, with skin fair and bright, and a small, delicate nose perfectly centered, scowled at him. Her hair was as black as a raven, pulled back in a sort of messy bun, with two black feathers. "Well now, look at that; she's not an ugly witch at all. Say, don't I know your pretty face from somewhere?" He placed his giant, filthy hand upon her cheek, and she fought the urge to pull away. Instead, she stared at him defiantly. He leered at her once again as his other hand wrapped around her waist. "I could have lots of fun with you." "I can't promise that I won't leave you cold." Her voice had a certain edge, but under it there was a slight panic. The man seemed to have noticed it, for his leer grew ever wider. "That so?" he taunted, pulling her closer to him. She clenched her jaw; she was trapped. She wasn't much of a fighter, and she refused to use her abilities more than she already had, lest she be found out. Damn it.
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Post by Lovely on Jan 29, 2016 23:37:33 GMT -5
]Before the man could protest to the woman's persistent, he saw the brute from earlier pressing himself against her. Filthy pig... he gritted his teeth the smile no longer on his face. It was than that he approached the man at a fast pace almost as though he vanished and quickly reappeared, gently grabbed the brute's wrist that had the hand that caressed her cheek and with an unusual strength easily removed the man's touch from her, pushed him away from her as he began to speak "I do believe the maiden doesn't want your presence here...besides" he sniffed, "...you smell like you've been swimming in a barrel of fish heads and its repulsive" he twisted the mans wrist a little more nearly on the edge of either spranging it or breaking it "so if you'll be so kind as to leave us to our discussion, and while you're at it perhaps bathe, or I'll have to deal with you myself" his tone more threatening and eyes began to glow.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 0:10:55 GMT -5
The man cried out as his arm twisted uncomfortably. He growled angrily, and tried to pull himself away, a fear evident in his eyes. He struggled fervently, then suddenly fell limp. Slowly, his head lifted up to look at the woman, at the same time he jerked his arm in such a way that a loud snapping sound echoed around them. He kept his vacant gaze on the woman, a grin slowly spreading across his lips. "Found you." The woman's eyes widened slightly as she watched the man. "Impossible." she hissed under her breath. She took a step back, as she waved her hand towards the man. "Somno." she whispered, and clenched her jaw when the man continued to stare at her, his grin growing as he began to laugh. He then began tugging at the arm Mathius held, causing it to snap in other places. Then his laughing turned to choking as blood began to pour from his mouth, and his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. "You can't hide, Lil." The gurgling voice sent a chill down her spine, and she gaped at Mathius, shaking her head. "Stop it."
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Post by Lovely on Jan 30, 2016 0:33:38 GMT -5
He closed his eyes, releasing his hand, he quickly turned around, lacing an arm around her waist, whispering to her "...we need to get out of here, fast, hold on" with that he brought her closer, leaving the man in place, whatever the case maybe neither him or her were safe here, they needed to leave and as quickly as possible. Like wind they were gone, and just as quickly they appeared at a different part of town. He released her, they now stood by a market place, further away from the bar they once stood. "I'm sorry if I offended you, but neither one of us was safe standing there...and I feel like you're not safe anywhere at the moment" his face was a serious one his eye looking down at her, "...please allow me to protect you, I know its silly we've just met, but if it means that you can find some form of sanctuary out of it for the time being, I can grant it, you don't need to follow me on my conquest, but I can't imagine what you've gone through to cause you to go into hiding..." his eye now connecting with hers, "...you can trust me"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 0:44:17 GMT -5
She avoided his gaze as she drew her hood back over her head. She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, and felt relief when no one paid any mind to them. He had helped her, and now she felt indebted to him. She hated being indebted to anyone. Resisting the overwhelming desire to sigh and roll her eyes, she turned her gaze to him. "You may call me Lilith." She needed to leave Forelock, she was foolish to have returned. She should have known better than to come back here, no matter how much time has passed. How could she have made it so easy for him to find her? As she mentally scolded herself, she spotted a suspicious figure glancing around a corner towards them. Narrowing her eyes, she mumbled under her breath. "Oblinere." The man doubled over, covering his eyes with a cry, and she turned to her new companion. "Let us depart, lest we be found once again."
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Post by Lovely on Jan 30, 2016 1:04:03 GMT -5
"I've got a ship by the port of Siantao it's a little ways away, I'm afraid I can't over use my skills as its dangerous to use on others as it is on me" he sighed, "but you're right we need to leave at once" ***** The journey lead them to mid point of the phantom forest how foolish was he to even desire to take this root but the trees despite lifeless camouflaged them from any potential followers that may have followed them inside. The only thing now that they needed to worry about was the possible dead that remained dead buried beneath the dirt, or the mysteries of the forest. He noticed the sun beginning to set and as much as he hated this place he knew continuing on would be foolish especially with the energy that he had used prior. He shifted his attention to the woman that was behind him exchanging little to barely no conversation along the way and finally he spoke "I feel like it would be unwise to continue on, it'd be best if we set camp, are you able to sleep in trees...it'd be unwise to set it on the dirt that we trend" he frowned...his talent of sleeping in trees were never up to par...and the thought of the undead crawling out only caused his skin to crawl undead...eew he wasn't about to admit his lack of confidence in fact he knew it was a necessity and what better way to learn then the present. He looked up at the tallest tree approaching it, "this should do" he tapped it gently as bats scurried out. He watched them fly off to the moon that was rising rapidly.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 1:12:32 GMT -5
Lilith stared at him blankly. "You want to sleep in the trees?" She glanced up at the tree, then back to him. "Do as you like, I would rather sleep on the ground by a nice, cozy fire. I have no worries of the undead rising, I am quite capable of fending for myself." She turned her back and stalked off behind a shrub. A series of odd snapping sounds bounced off the trees, then after a few moments of silence, a black wolf emerged from the shrubs. It seemed to glance at him smugly, as though mocking him, before curling up at the base of the tree.
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Post by Lovely on Jan 30, 2016 1:35:08 GMT -5
"Really...you can turn into a wolf too...what about the fire..." the thought of the rising dead made it worse to wanting to remain on the ground, he looked at his surroundings, "I guess I'll stay down here with you what use is it to me being on a tree, instead of protecting you" he grimly frowned as he began collecting the twigs and dead grass that peppered the area as he began to start the fire that she was intending on doing. Instead she was a wolf secretly mocking him. He frowned, as he laid back looking at the clouded sky, the placed seemed grim, and all he could think was about the journey he was mentally preparing himself. It wasn't long before he doze into a slumber.
"Nikki, what are you doing!?" A shorter haired Mathius called out to the long red haired woman who seemed to be dazzled by a gate laced with gold, both his eyes only a gentle oak brown watching the woman ignored his cry to her "NIKKI DON'T TOUCH IT!" she seemed to be in a trance, he ran towards her reaching to the long red locks that flowed elegantly as the gates opened from her hands touching it. A gentle warm light glowed around her wrists as it absorbed it from her touch. The room was dark and like nothing it drew him in. He could only see a path way that glowed his way to a book that Nikki was attempting to reach her burgundy cloak flowing as she prepared to touch it, he screamed "NIKKI!!!" A flash of light burst and then...
"AAAAGGH!" Mathius screamed in anguish reaching for his patched eye, his scream piercing the forests silence, he clenched the side of his face cold sweat running down the side of his face. The fire no longer sizzling into high flames; all that remained were embers. He brushed his hands through her hair, panting as he recollected his thoughts. "...That grimoire..." He swallowed hard as he whispered feeling the ghost pains behind his eye. His eyes now a deep red, he laid back once again, sleep was something that never came easy these days.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 1:40:30 GMT -5
With a snarl, the wolf jumped up and looked around, then let out a grunt when she realized that Mathius had simply had a bad dream. She sat back on her haunches and watched him, her head slightly tilted, as though asking if he was okay.
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