(IC) Scattered Shadows FRP

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Herzius groans out, laying back in the cart he is in with an exasperated sigh as the heat beats down on him, amplified by the cart's closed in walls of which are plated with iron, stopping the risk of an archer firing upon him and assassinating him before he gets to the new jurisdiction that his queen wishes to be allied with at this time due to their new technology that they have been working upon. His queen was always fascinated with technology, knowing that it is a much more powerful force than most would actually understand. Thus that lays him here, as an ambassador to this unknown land in hopes of completing one of two missions. Allying with the city of Runesong and maybe even setting up protection for them, or destroying the city and all it's inhabitants and forcefully taking the technology. He hoped it would be the latter as that would provide the fun he needs to forgive the queen for putting him in this heated cart. He opens the note that the queen had given him, knowing she could not speak these truths aloud and he reads it in a small whisper.

Dear Brother, I am giving you this message in hopes that you will understand my need of you in this current situation. There is word of a city of the name of Runesong. I am sure you have heard rumors of it by now. It's technology is said to be highly advanced due to the use of combining the arcane world with the surface world. It's fascinating really. Thus I need you to go there. You have to do one of two things for me. Not both of course, they are contradictory. The option I wish you to take the most is for you to ally the city in my stead. Convince them to allow us to send them our protection in exchange for access to this advanced technology. You are to take your time with this task as it is not an easy one to unfold. I imagine you will have to use your ways of seduction and possibly save a few lives in order to accomplish this mission. If this does not work, you have my permission to kill the rulers of the city and slaughter all of the cities inhabitants. I will be sending a large force in a months time to you so as to help you with this. They will also help convince the city that you can protect them. Do one of these for me, please brother. It means a lot to me. You will also find in this envelope that I have already given you the seal of the kingdom so that you may destroy the city and another seal so that you may cast your protection upon this city. Please be careful, I can't risk losing you so early into my campaign. Do not worry about my husband either, he has agreed to both means. Hopefully he will be dead before you return however, that way I may take control of this kingdom and give you the power you deserve. Do take care brother.
Love your darling sister and queen, Zalia.

The note ends there and he knows that he has no choice in this matter, defying her would likely result in his own death, or worse, the loss of seeing his darling nieces. He bangs on the window of the carriage and it slides open with a grating sound of metal against metal, "Yes, my lord?" The carriage driver asks, garbed in a green tunic with no undershirt and brown breeches, he is unable to see the man's feet but he assumes he is wearing boots of some sort, he is also unable to see the man's face but he can see the shadow and notices an extended shadow from his head, likely a straw hat of some sort. "When are we arriving?" He asks, "We are almost to the bridge, my lord. Would you like me to open the top window so that you can see it? It truly is a beautiful town. My lord." He says, his voice firm despite his obvious nervous tone. "Yes, please do so." He says, standing up in the cart and catching his balance as they roll over a large indention in the road. He cringes at another metallic grating, this one much louder revealing an open scene of mountainous disposal. "Why in bloody hell is it so damned hot in this cart?" He asks, feeling a blast of breeze upon him, "That'd be the wards, my lord. They stop the use of magic. The queen wished to be thorough in ensuring your protection, my lord. She said after the golden hammer had attacked the last time she wanted to ensure no remains of them were readily available, my lord."

He closes his eyes briefly, remembering that terrible onslaught in which over 80,000 men had died in one invasion. His vision going red as he stumbles and falls backwards, a flashback taking control of him and he sees a huge 30 foot tall gronac swinging a tree down upon him, remembering the pain as he had ascended into that horrid mode and killed everything in sight, nearly annihilating the castle in his blind rage. "My lord! Are you alright!?" The man asks, the wagon having stopped and the man now in the carriage with him, "Y..Yes I am fine.. Just... Just a flashback. Thank you for worrying though." He says and smiles pleasantly at the man, "Please keep riding, we are almost there and I really do wish to drink some mead." He says, smiling once more, trying to convince the man he is alright, even though he is clearly not. "Y..Yes, my lord. I will do just that." He says and he quickly climbs out of the carriage and onto the riding post, "Would you like me to close the window, my lord?" The man asks and he shakes his head, "No, please let it remain open, I am confident none of the remains of the golden hammer have followed us out this far." He says and the man nods, "Yes, my lord." He says and lets out a loud, "Yah!" sounds, whipping above the four horse with a loud crack and the horse take off, moving forward again at a slower pace than before as they move upon the bridge, nearing the gates now.

They near the gates without interruption until the last moment where an entourage of about 30 guards stand, stopping them. "What is your business here, rider?" A man asks, standing tall and strong in his shining armor, "I am bringing my lord here through the town with a business proposal, we venture from far away in hopes of this." He replies, "Open the cart, let me speak to your lord." He says and walks to the side of the cart as the man hops down and opens it, the sound of the grating metal causing the guards eye to twitch slightly. "Please step out of the cart." He says into the darkness of the cart. "Yes, of course." Herzius replies, sliding free of the cart and standing straight, groaning as he stretches his muscles out and looks down at the man, "Is there any troubles?" He asks, his nutzlos sword on his hip and his shield of the same name on his back. The man's eyes widen and his jaw goes slack for just a moment before slamming shut with an audible clicking sound, "No problem, sir. We just need to ensure you are not an enemy." He says, "Where do you venture from?" He asks. "I come from the grand kingdom of Azaria." He says, far in the west from here, I was told it was nearly a world away by my queen." He says, "And what is your position there?" The man asks, "I am the chairman of war on the council. I am also the head knight as well as the guardian of the royal family. I was sent here due to my inquisitive nature. My fellow chairman will be here in a months time as well as a private entourage used to escort me." He says. "And what chairman would that be?" The man asks, "That would be Shardas. He is the chairman of Negotiations." He says, "Now, can we leave? I'd like a bed and a mug of mead to rest, the journey has been quite long." He says. "Yes, one more question though, what is your last name? I need to know." He says, "My last name is that of Zandinara." He says and steps back into his cart as the guard nods, another man having written every word down and his rider closes the door to the carriage and makes that, "Yah!" noise again, riding off, "Where to, my lord?" He asks, "The local inn would be nice." He says and the man nods, shutting the window and Herzius groans, waiting for the carriage to stop.

The carriage stops about 30 minutes later and the man opens the door for him, "Here you are, my lord." He says and reaches in, grabbing the luggage he can carry. "The name of this Inn is, "Ye Old Drink, my lord." He says, "Now, I will come back later, but I must take my carriage and horses to a stable." He says, "I will return soon, my lord." He says and sets the luggage on the sidewalk for him. "Take your time." Herzius replies and lifts up his trunk, chest, and bags, setting the trunk and chest on his shoulder and carrying the bags in his other hand, walking into the inn now with them and venturing to the counter, "One room." He says and sets down 10 golden coins, not sure if they will accept them but hoping they will. They are humans after all. "One room coming up." He says, handing him a key, "You paid for 5 nights, now your room is to the left, third room down." He says, "An-" He continues before Herzius interrupts. "Do you have mead?" He asks, "The finest." The man replies with a grin and Herzius nods, walking up to the room and setting his trunk and chest down, opening the door and entering, throwing his things on the bed before going to get the trunk and chest, setting them underneath it before shutting the door and falling back on the bed with an exasperated sigh.
 
Elae looked at the automaton with great hope in her eyes as she tilted her head to the side, almost animal like, remembering days past. After all, everyone know the rumors about these having perfect memory, no? I mean mechanical or magical memory like that should be able to recall information. But the words that came out were not what she expected.
She had a vague memory of someone in that hat... Anyone can wear such a hat, it was not even remembering any of the details about her father directly, just that she passed someone with a straw hat.

Elae's right eye twitched twice as her whole body fell halfway limp, still standing just.. meh..
She should have guessed, it would be too easy if her friend had all information Elae needed, damn the universe wanting to fuck with her. Why can't it go easy for her once, just once! Over 50 years searching for a man who doesn't like to stay put in this dimension is not doing wonders for her aging, the first thing she will do as she meets him is to fucking slap him!

Elae let out a deep sigh. "Off course you don't.." it would be too easy. But... All was not lost!
"Do you remember where you saw him? Where he was going? Any details at all? Are you sure it was him?" Again she bombarded the poor mechano-woman with questions, she could really not help it given how close she is compared to all the other times.
 
((OOC: Crap post, but a post none the less))

Of course the preference of any normal man wasn't nearly as strong as Virgils. Regeneration made getting drunk difficult. Not impossible, that would mean instant regeneration. Still getting a drink of his own, he poured the brown gold liquid into a small glass. "Well, you know me." Sipping from the glass, Virgil walked back into the room. His wound bled a little more from moving, but he didn't much care. His blood regenerated instantly, so the only thing that happened was an inconvenient and wet bandage. "So, did you get him good this time? Or will I be seeing him soon, too?" To be fair, it wasn't often that Draren let his enemys walk away from a fight with him, he was skilled. Virgil was quite thankful to be on his good side. Although, had Draren struck Virgil, he'd have gotten quite a burst of electricity.
 
The Emerald Kingdom, #00FF33
Rumors had spread across the lands over the last months, a man in the grand coliseum would take on anyone and anything, and win. Always a fatal occurrence for his opponent and always with powerful magic. Single battles, or him against larger groups, even small armies. All dead in the matter of seconds, or minutes if he's feeling for it. This went on for quite some time, large rewards was promised for those who could win, or even survive a set time in the ring with the Emerald mage, as he was named after a while. Using magic which always manifested in green hues and just his attire. Then one day, he vanished. No signs of struggle and rumor has it he just left in search for a proper opponent. Some claim that certain natural disasters was his doing but no evidence for this was ever discovered.

Then, over the course of four days the small kingdom of Adiv was taken over by a single man. A man with unmatched power and ruthlessness. Details about just how he managed to officially take over was not witnessed. Some claim he married into it and the king 'just happened' to fall ill shortly after, others claim he took it by force. In any case what is known is that the Emerald Mage now rules the Adiv kingdom, controlling his armies from within the mountain fort, behind several magical barriers and trained soldiers and well-paid mercenaries. The upcoming months he spread his influence and annexation had increased his domain. Though all of this his lands were well taken care of, no one lived in fear of their new king but everyone were wary of the laws. Armies from other countries were sent in to try and halt his progress, meeting even larger collection of fighters, mages and those who sell their services for coin halted all but the most trained soldiers. Should enough lives be lost on the King's side he would send a representative or show up himself. Rumors have it that all fights he was directly involved in were over in minutes, no matter how many he faced.
Over time the green cloaks with an emerald-outline crest on them became his image, few knew his name and everyone wanting to even lay eyes on him were dismissed, killed if they were too pushing. He ruled with an iron fist but if one took heed to his laws they were protected under his cloak. Having a vast army under his wing he had certain agents spreading word and information across the lands, some working for him as spies and some leading small bands, taking over villages and trade-routes making sure his domain slowly grew as well as making his kingdom more and more prosperous
A lot of this information is by word of mouth and based on rumor, not everything was fact so some of it may be true but not always easy to know which parts to believe and which to ignore.

Commotion was around the center information square of Runesong, a new flier had made it's way to the main board; The Emerald King wanted worthy fighters, he paid very well but naturally payment was based on the skill and services one could provide. Commotion rose in the city for several reasons, some feared that Runesong might be the next in line whereas others became more and more pumped with adrenaline, perhaps they held some skill the King would pay for? Certain artisans and more unique workers considered taking his offer, he paid well and depending on the services provided housing might also be a possibility.
Though this sounded like a very lucrative possibility, it still had a rather strange undertone to it. Everyone knew about his ruthlessness and how he were expanding his kingdoms. Some assumed that he might be after the world as there was always something eaten up by the expanding creature that was his domain.
The only people to talk to were messengers and workers for the King, getting an audience with him directly seemed impossible, but there were talks about someone having to stop him; if things continued as it was going now he might indeed end up taking over the world.
Some believers stated that it might be for the best, but the vast majority preferred it staying like it did, just didn't have the power to do anything about it themselves.

Several other fliers were scattered across the lands, Runesong not being any different; sizeable rewards for anyone who could halt the Emerald King's progress, halt him directly or having information that could aid, problem was just the rumors; there were so many it was impossible to know what was true and what weren't. Were these contacts spies for the king? Would one be rewarded or killed for said info?
 
( From now on mine Harbinger shalt be written with purple letters and mine Bloodletter in red. The speaking of NPCs will be in white.)

The road that winds in front of Zariel is one of which that leads to the grand city of Runesong. Knowing this he strives on, predicting himself to be nearly there due to the lack of bandits on this section of the road. He assumes that's due to patrols of guards or just simply due to the fact that anyone making it this far will run as fast and far as they can before being taken down. He of course used magic for this reason. An enemy can only run from you successfully if you have to chase them down, he however had no use for sprinting after people when he could just take them down with his affinity over the element of water. As he walks he begins to hear the shouting of guards and he smirks, turning the corner of the road to reveal a straight path to the gate of the large city of Runesong. He walks down the path, his left hand on the hilt of his scimitar, of which sits on his right hip. He walks down the road and onto the bridge, leading towards the gate, noticing the guards grow a bit tense at his approach. He smirks just a tad and walks past the first two guards and hears a sudden voice shout, "Halt." A tall, dark haired man says, though not as tall as he, "What is it you wish to claim from these lands of ours?" He asks Zariel. "Oh? Nothing. I just need a place to stay. Rest my legs for the night." He says, bluffing. Deciding it best not to tell the man what he's really here for. "Any suggestions of an inn?" He asks. "Ye Old Drink seems to be a popular place to stay now a days." The guard mentions, "It is on the main road, just keep reading the signs and you will see it." Zariel nods, "T...Thank you." He says, struggling on the words, biting back the words a bit, hating to use them but knowing he doesn't need the extra attention.

He walks down the road, watching people as they walk before bumping into someone, "Oh my, I am so sorry." He says, slipping his hand into their coat and taking it out quickly, taking free a meagerly sized coin purse and he pockets it, going through the routine 3 or 4 times and coming out with only one well filled coin purse. He continues walking down the road until he reaches the inn and he walks into it, seeing a very large man sitting in the corner of the lounge, seemingly content with a mug of which he takes frequent drinks from. Zariel walks to the counter, "I need a room." He orders and the man nods, taking his time to fill a mug with mead, seemingly for the man at the back of the lounge as he is the only one sitting in the lobby at this time. "Now." he demands and the man waves his hand, "Hold yerself. Be pashent, eh?" He says in an accent flooded voice of which slurs on every occasion. "No, no pashent for me." He says, imitating the way he said the word, "Now." He says, dropping a gold coin on the counter, "That there coin ish only enuff fer a night." He says, watching the elf with a glowering stare. "Well, let's just hope I can stand the smell of you that long." He growls, fingering the hilt of his blade. "N..No ned fer that, sir. I well delever sum drink fer ya." He says, stuttering as he begins to speak and handing him a key, "F...Ferst der on tha left." He says, obviously frightened by the threat. Zariel quickly retreats to the room he was assigned with a brief nod, not truly caring about the way the man was, it was obvious he was but a fool. He throws open the door and walks in before shutting it and sitting on the bed, sighing, upset that he was not able to pack any of his belongings before fleeing.

Herzius sits at the back of the lounge, staying there to remain out of the light due to the sensitivity of his eyes. He peers around the lounge and frowns as the innkeeper approaches him, "You're not the man that was here last night, is he taking the day off?" He asks, "Yesh, that there'd be mye fader yet speakin' of. Dis ish a famileh businesh of serts." He says, and Herzius nods, "Ah, I see." He says, taking the mead, "Ready another mug for me." He says and begins to drink as the man enters the lounge, ordering the innkeeper around as if he owned the place and he grins, enjoying the show, not one to do anything for such petty situations as this. He leans back and sips his mead before standing and walking out, having left 3 pieces of copper on the table he was sitting at. He moves up the stairs and enters his room, waiting for a message from the ruler of this city. Knowing that soon enough an audience shall be requested of him and at that time he will have to make a decision to ally or destroy the city. He opens his chest and cleans his armor, shield and blade, taking hours to clean and oil it.
 
OOC: Sorry for the late post fox T.T

Elae's disappointment could not be more obvious, even to a blind person. Beltorchika started panicking. Did she do something wrong? This was obviously incredibly important to Elae and Elae belived Beltochika held some sort of important tidbit of information in regards to the matter. Unfortunately, appearances tend not to register that high for Beltorchika. The six finger part would have been more noticeable, but right now, nothing was coming to mind. Perhaps if Elae could give a general description of anything unique, like personality or abilities. Usually, Beltorchika can recall actual encounters and interaction that were interesting easier than just an appearance.

"Off course you don't.. Do you remember where you saw him? Where he was going? Any details at all? Are you sure it was him?"
At the rate they were going, Beltorchika had to produce something. Elae seemed quite distraught and determined that she held some form of information.

[Panicked] Is there anything else you can provide for me to jog my memory? Such as what sort of personality does he have? I am usually more capable of recalling people whom i have interacted with. Since i have a slight memory of the straw hat and six fingers, i think i may have talked with him before.

One could say that Beltorchika had an odd sense of memory. She could recite pages upon pages of literature and history of her most favourite topics but may occasionally mix faces and names of people she met not too long ago if they did not particularly perk her interest. Obviously since some part of this man's appearance (or someone similar in any case) retained in her mind, he surely must be interesting enough for her to recall.
 
OOC: OK gais, kickstarting shit today!

Elae Loren, white

Elae mentally fell into the curb, she felt she was so close but grasping anything good from this was out of her reach. No, wait. She had a lot more than she came here with, and somewhere in the mind of this mechanowoman was details about Elae's father, hopefully something good or usable, if nothing else a location where he had been not too long ago.
"I.... I told you what I have... Straw hat, white eyes, six fingers on his left hand, long red hair...." she muttered as she recited the few details she had yet again. If Bel could just remember, Elae could not share how an aura felt to someone who could not feel them, perhaps that could work... Wait.. could she feel auras? There was some magic within her metal body, perhaps it reacted?
"He is powerful, a much, much denser version of my magical aura... If you can feel it.. As she tried to explain it she realized that it was indeed hard to describe a non-tangible feeling to someone.
Well, if nothing else, she was going to stick to this android like glue on your fingers, this was the closest she had been in half a century, she had to follow it!



The Emerald Kingdom, #00FF33

It had been a few weeks since the fliers from the Emerald king had been scattered through the city of Runesong. Some had left to join him, others had left to be elsewhere if shit hit the fan and some doubted its authenticity. Naturally there were the small bandit groups who were trying to feed on the fear and fame of the Emerald Kingdom and had gotten it's colors, or a cloak with it's emblem on, some made less than realistic where some had been lucky enough to get a hold of the real thing.

Though, all this changed today.
No one knew how it happened as there was no warning, suddenly in the blink of an eye there was a large army standing outside the gates of Runesong. Having expected some form of attack from the Emerald Kingdom Runesong was not without it's own army though needing some time to mobilize.
Closing the gates meant little as the sleeper agents placed in the city months ago sprung to the aid of their king, taking out the guards dealing with the door mechanism, breaking it in the process leaving the door open until someone with enough technical background could fix it. Small groups managed to get through the entry and spread within the city before enough guards could get there and stop them. Using their superior technology and magicical arms ranged bombardment started from the city walls towards the incoming army. As the Runesong guardforce mobilised the small groups of invaders spread through the city, causing chaos and hindering proper control.

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Suddenly, outside a small shop a large commotion happened, a single man wearing green-shimmering chainmail with a large green emerald adorning his chest had found a small group of three Runesong guards. Spinning around he brought the heavy spear across their chest-level, opening up deep wounds as the life giving fluid oozed out of the gash, using the same momentum he spun around again and kicked the last guard in his chest, sending him through the window of a certain Seer's shop. The spearman just looked into the shop and took up a stance as a grin again formed on his lips.


OOC: anyone feel free to have a go at the spearman! ^^
A combat spear is not the same as a throwing spear, just for your reference.
And as there were problems with characters locked in dialogue, this post should aid you in breaking any locks if needed! ^^
 
Vir and Nixie ventured into the heart of the city to consult a seer renowned for her powers, after losing sight of the aura that may have given them a lead, they both finally made their audience with Vir's mother, former Runesong Commander Jeanne Rivers now relegated to an instructor for Runesong's military. After reuniting with her boisterous son and the little girl whom he often spoke to her about, she allowed the both of them to be set off to meet a woman named Mitula, who could help them in revealing which vile villain was responsible for desecrating the Miestra forest.

"Phew, it felt like forever since I last went to see mother," Vir said as he stretched his arms, with the destroyed casket dangling from one arm while Nixie smiled back at her companion.

"Yes, she's still pleasant as always," she said.

With another yawn, Vir caught sight of a flier that slapped unto his face as it flew with the wind. With a grumble, the Drakkin half breed took it and began to look into it.

"What does the parchment read?" she asked him as she edged closer while they walked.

Vir studied the flier, a reward of some sort that would stop the rumoured Emerald King from his campaign across the world, it resembled an ominous foreboding. Vir took another sniff in the air, it had almost been a while since they met with his mother. But after reading this flyer he was begining to feel alert, as if something dangerous was coming.

Tearing the flyer, he gave her an assuring smile and shook his head. "Nothing of note, just a little drawing of...political nonsense," he said. He wished he remembered the history lessons that his teacher taught him, for he had great difficulty in remembering the tales from Mystvale's crypts about this individual. But with Nixie nosing around his sudden rigidness, he passed it off and gave her a confident nod.

"Let's get going shall we? Who knows if she's still open," Vir advised his mermaid friend. Nixie rolled her eyes and held her staff firmly as they proceeded towards the Seer's house, as indicated by Jeanne.

Arriving at the street to where the Seer was, the Drakkin and Mermaid duo caught sight of a lone spearman making short work of three of his mother's colleagues. With a growl he made a careful approach while Nixie removed her cloak and drew her staff, her determined face ready to support her Drakkin friend.

Vir's Drakkin armour began to magically envelop him as he drew a longsword and a small knife, dropping the dead casket and readying himself for a fight. He didn't know who could be within the shop but with how the guards managed to fall easily by this green guy's skills, he's definitely levels above them and those within the shop could be in danger. Seeing the skills of this warrior was something of Vir's craving: A fight Vir had wanted for some time. Using the element of surprise while the assailant was ready to strike the Seer's shop he threw the small knife at the warrior in hopes to distract him.

"Yo! Who started the party without me? You think you can just walk in here and expect to attack this city with ease?" Vir called out to the spearman in an attempt to taunt him as he smacked his lips and his Drakkin eyes furrowed into a playful glare, walking over the fallen Runesong troops and glancing at the two fallen guards. Within the distance, they both could hear chaos all around, Nixie's heart raced for the worrying safety of Jeanne and most of the people trapped with these emerald warriors. She then looked at Vir before realizing the city could be in danger, and this warrior with a green chainmail could be part of the invasion force.

"Vir! He is a dangerous creature! Refrain from toying with him!" Nixie warned as she transformed her legs into her mertail and floated using her staff. Vir tried to intimidate the spearman by growling with his Drakkin throat to keep the warrior away from the mermaid.

"Don't be worrying, Nix. To us, a good death is what we all yearn for, don't we big man?!" he growled at the warrior with a stance ready to counter or attack the spearman as he encircled him with gusto, itching for a fight worthy of his time.
 
Before his patient had gotten a chance to respond, Virgil could hear a commotion outside. "Wait here, I'm going to take a look," he stated as he approached his window. The blinds were closed as they always were, he didn't much care for the outside world when he was in the comfort of his home. To much of Virgils surprise he could see the guards fighting someone. That rarely happened, at most they would find a thief or rambunctious student getting into trouble. But who were they fighting? It looked like a soldier, it would make sense, but that begged the obvious question of why? As far as Virgil knew there were no current quarrels with Runesong, though maybe there was more going on than he knew of. Regardless, should these soldiers be reasonable men, perhaps they could provide some information. They seemed to not attack any civilians.

Opening the door slowly, the next step out caused Virgil to wince in pain as a cruel reminder of the injury he had just taken off the man he left indoors. Waving at the first soldier he could see, Virgil shouted to prevent further need to move, "Excuse me sir, might I ask what your people are doing here?" A few soldiers looked at Virgil curiously, but only one stepped forward.

"You'll speak when spoken to," he shouted as he hit Virgil in the abdomen with the pommel of his sword. It had knocked the wind out of Virgil, but hadn't knocked him to the ground.

"I mean no disrespect," Virgil continued as he rose back to stand up tall, "But I have a right to know why my home is being invaded."

The soldier who had spoken looked around the area, seemingly taking in the area to make sure there were others to see this. "A right, eh?" He spoke holding is sword at the ready. Virgil was nervous, the right blow could kill him, just as with any mortal man. "I'll teach you your RIGHTS!" He spoke as he lunged forward. The sword impaled directly through Virgils chest, barely missing his heart. An extra tingling sensation burned around the wound as well as the soldier released the sword from his grip and screamed in pain. It was part of being such an old soul, damaging the body released an energy discharge in the form of electricity. Well, not just an old soul, but half of one at that. "What the hell?"

Pulling the sword out and holding it in his own hand, Virgil could hardly hold his posture. Keeping a wound like that would kill him if he didn't 'treat' it as soon as possible. "I know, pretty unfair, isn't it?" He spoke as he dropped the sword. Curling his fingers into a fist, Virgil punched the soldier as hard as he could square in the nose. As soon as he felt contact was made, he transferred both injuries to the man. In response, another soldier panicked once he noticed what had just happened, the other readied his sword as well and asked, "What are you?"

At that moment, light footsteps could be heard. They were just footsteps, they could have belonged to anyone, but Virgil knew that sound. Those very footsteps that rang in his ears every so often that continued to haunt him to this day, the footsteps of a man so much like himself, yet so far from it. There was no mistaking it. Chills ran down Virgils spine as his suspicion was only further confirmed when an airy yet clear voice rang from behind a building. "I know what he is." The owner of these footsteps revealed itself from the corner of a nearby building. Most of him was shrouded in a cloak, but it was an unforgettable cloak. The dead giveaway were both the bony hands and the gems dotted around the cuffs of the cloak. Then there were the pale green eyes sitting inside the skull of a man so sick it looked like all the water had been evaporated from his body, tightening the skin. "He's complicated." The soldiers froze in his sight. Virgil assumed this was out of fear, Iather did have that air about him after all. It may have been some leftover features of when he was a Pharaoh, but it was impossible to say. For Virgil the most frightening thing was knowing what followed this man. "That wasn't very nice of you, slaying a man just doing his job."

"Any man under you should be freed even if the means are cruel."

"Is that so? Well, that changes nothing. These men are not under me. I even have a superior this time around." Iathers pause gave Virgil a look of curiosity which was quickly satisfied as Iather continued. "This one wants the world, and I just might have made him capable of taking it. We've got a contract, I give him power, he gives me his magic. Another to add to the collection."

Virgils stomach turned at the thought of someone trying to take the world again. "Eventually you will have to face me."

Iather belted out a laugh, "AHAHAHA, I can only do that when it is you who wants to face me! Eventually you will be ready to come back to me, but until that day..." Iather stopped to prepare a pale green mist around his body. A sick smile grew as he spoke the final word of the encounter. "Ta~" And with a snap of his fingers, the mist engulfed Iather and vanish in a near instant.

This is bad, very very bad. If Iather were giving someone power then no doubt he'd want to see them succeed, he enjoyed watching history unfold, but he always preferred the chaotic route, watching everything fall apart. The question this time was who did he want to see collapse? But that didn't matter right now, Virgil needed help. It was a solid fact that it would take more than one man to stop anyone Iather was helping, and there was only one person in Runesong he could trust. He had to find Mitula and ask her for help. Maybe she would help personally, but Virgil knew better than to rely on that idea. At the very least he would seek out the advice of the only individual here to know his real name...Maybe it was time to take it back up again.
 
OOC: Just a small NPC post for Iron Man
The Emerald Kingdom, #00FF33

The spearman looked at his newfound opponent, a strange armor and just a strange man all around. Looking back into the shop it seemed like anyone in there were busy with their own ordeal, which meant that the only logical threat here and now was this... Man...
Stepping away from the shop he got more into the middle of the road, after all a spearman prefers a bit of an open area to properly use his range.

Cracking his neck and stretching some of his upper torso muscles he brought the spear in a horizontal fashion with the point towards the opponent, he was ready and awaiting a move from the strange man.
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Around the city of Runesong the Emerald Army was still creating the chaos they needed, trying to take out the mages and cannons or whatever these strange contraptions were. Some were simply observing and learning before they disappeared into some shadows, no doubt to report the newfound tech to their master. Some even stole small kegs or papers, in case that was some of the vital parts. Not that it meant much for the Runesong army, a small keg or some papers meant little for the skilled soldiers manning it.
 
OOC: This is for pacing reasons and I got the approval to GMod the emerald soldier out of the way for Vir and Nixie to enter the shop as advised by fox.

=o=o=o

Vir scoffed at the intricate pose the green armoured spearman shot at him and within a quick dash, he shot a blast of fire magic at the spearman and followed with a diagonal slash to disarm him. Nixie followed up by shooting a pair of summoned Octopi tentacles from the ground in order to grab unto the spearman, preventing Vir's opponent from moving. Vir then lit his hand on fire with fire magic and held unto the spearman's arm and charred the assailant's limb with his burning hand and grinned menacingly at him with eyes of untold savagery.

"This ends here," he growled as his mouth and throat began to glow with a flame red as he stared at the warrior with intensity.

He then bellowed searing flames from his mouth at point blank range that may char the ever living life out of the soldier while Nixie cringed in horror as he tossed the remains of the warrior aside with flames engulfing the soldier. Wiping his mouth, he looked back and called his mermaid companion to follow him as the chaos all around them began to intensify.

"We haven't got much time, let's go find this seer and get back to mother," he told her.

Nixie nodded and 'swam' towards the broken casket and carried it with her as they both hurriedly ran towards the shop. Vir carried his sword as the Drakkin armour shrunk back to his waist, relieving itself from protecting its wearer. Nixie glanced at the armour as they made their way to the shop and looked at her companion.

"Where did you manage to acquire such magical armour?" she asked him as she swam in the air by his side as magically conjured water kept her afloat from the ground.

"An old Drakkin sage gave it to me when I was training with him years ago, it covers me up for battle when it detects the intent to fight but when I'm passive, it just becomes an intricate pair of pants," he said as he tapped the scaled armour now covering his thigh.

"Can it not be removed?" she asked him as the chaos within Runesong intensified, forcing the mermaid to stick to her larger companion.

"Of course it can! There's no dark magic in play," he said as he patted her head, she smiled and batted his hand off.

Arriving at the shop's broken window, Vir peeked a bit and whistled to the occupants within.

"Hello in there! Are you alright?" he called out while looking at the remains of his mother's colleague, a Runesong guard, lying lifeless at the shop's destroyed window.

"It's aright, harm won't come your way now," Nixie called out as well. Vir looked at the shattered window and decided to make himself present by hopping in via the destroyed window and presenting himself, Nixie glared at her companion with a disapproving look.

"Vir! That is not a way to enter a house! Stop being rude, you savage!" Nixie said as she opened the door right next to the shop to reprimand him, while Vir only placed his hands on his hips akimbo and looked back at her with a smirk.

"Hah! Don't be silly! This is how Drakkins usually-" Vir suddenly felt a discomfort from his body as his words were cut mid-sentence, he clamped his head as the unnerving feeling of unleashing his beastly powers began to take hold. He began to growl in a Drakkin-like manner as Nixie began to approach the discomforted half-breed before she too began to feel nauseated before falling to the floor as the powers of her staff faded, leaving her helpless at the floor as Vir struggled to contain the beastly Drakkin powers now coming out from his body, his skin began to transform into red scales as his face transformed into a humanoid version of his large Drakkin form, a large red scaled tail began to grow from his back and miniature wings of his standard form .

"Gods! What the hell is going on!? The place won't let me move further unless I show you at least some of my real form," he barked as he addressed the guest. At least now the discomfort had faded but some malevolent force was telling him to fully transform into his original Drakkin form, which would destroy the shop if he died.

"It's just Wards, you simpleton! How else could a seer work efficiently?" Nixie pointed out to him as she flopped at the floor helplessly. Vir approached her and carried her unto his arms, she held onto his neck as she faced the owners of the place.

With a blushed sigh, she turned her attention to the occupants, "I apologize for this oaf's rude entry, but it is safe now, we repelled the intruder. But more importantly, could we please speak to Madame Mitula?" Nixie called out to the occupants while clinging unto a transformed Vir, the destroyed casket from their encounter with the pirate was dangling from her hand as she clutched onto Vir.
 
Shenorai slumped onto the couch before the fireplace, glad to be able to stretch out on something more comfortable than sheets of wool over a floor of hard planks. Just as she was settling in, she heard something latch close upstairs. Shen tensed up, looking over at the stairs and listening intently. She thought she could hear two pairs of footsteps on the roof, but they were receding rather than approaching.

Whoever that was, Shen, they're gone, the ghost reassured. That seemed enough for her. Shenorai tugged her hood over her head, leaned her head against the backrest and closed her eyes, drifting off into a brief nap.

That is, until a glass crash and her sister's shriek snapped her back to the waking world. Shen scrambled to reach her pack on the floor, retrieving her trusty crossbow and her quiver of bolts. The quiver was attached to her belt and a bolt was plucked out of the cluster. She hooked her foot into the stirrup of her bow, affixed the bolt then yanked back on the string with her gloved hands to lock it in place. Once loaded, the crossbow was brought up and the sliding panel into the seance room was shoved aside.


"Kaya! This way!" Mitula called to her assistant, having ducked down behind the counter. The frightened young woman was no fighter, but she was quick to follow her employer's command. Kaya ducked away from the automation she was previously speaking to and ran back to the counter, joining the seer.

"Get inside! I'll round up the others if they can't fight!" Mitula commanded, pointing to the seance room door.
"But what abou-"
"Get moving, Kaya!" the shopkeeper urged.
"Y-yes, Madame," her assistant stammered.

There was no use in arguing with the seer. Kaya dashed through the seance room door, glancing back to see if Mitula would follow. However, she smashed right into the woman in red, not even realizing she was right there. The young woman gave a yelp in surprise, but the one she bumped into merely rested a hand on her shoulder before gently moving her aside.

"Kaya, inside. Now. Close the panel behind you," the hooded woman ordered swiftly before crouching down and ducking out of the room.
Kaya could only stare in disbelief, as though she had just witnessed something suddenly appear out of a dream. Yet before she could call out to the armed woman, she was already out of sight. The shop assistant hesitated before darting for the open panel and closing herself inside the living area.


Shenorai knelt down behind the counter, her attention on the seer. "You all right?" she asked quickly.
Mitula gave a nod. "Just be careful, Shen. The wards are still up."

Though she may not have fully understood what this meant, Shen briefly poked her head and her crossbow up over the countertop. A moment was all she needed to get her bearings. She squeezed the trigger and with a loud twang, a bolt was sent hurtling at the invader. aiming for the neck between the paldrons and the helm. Shen merely figured that chainmail wouldn't be enough to withstand a high-velocity piercing shot that her trusty crossbow offered. However, she didn't stay up to see whether or not the strike landed true. She had already ducked back down behind the counter to load another bolt and awkwardly pull the string taut.
 
As Beltorchika wracked her brain for anything that might ringwith whatever Elae want when it was cut short by the sharp noise of glass shattering. Being right next to the window, glass shards pinged off her side. Most people would get some laceration from the flying shrapnel but it was one of the perk of being mostly metal. Things became frantic inside the small store as the mistress of the store called for the small shop assistant tha was beside her to retreat to cover. There was no time to worry about the other citizens. The best way to help would be to deal with whatever that came in and potentially act as a mobile cover.

The armoured man that flew into the store was still down on the floor. She didnt know whether this man was hostile or not so Beltorchika quickly strode over to him and was aobut to plant a solid metal fist into the side of his helmet before Beltorchika recognised the armour on the man. It was the same as the one that the gate guards wore. A law enforcement officer of Runesong. That meant it was probably not smart to attack him. Instead, the automaton lifted gently the limp body and quickly placed him straight on a counter away from the windows. Lying straight was the best position for wounded people and Beltorchika hoped someone was able to help him

[Hurried] This is a town guard. Try and assist him as much as possible.

Despite the small sapce in the store, Legatine slid out of its sheath and and the large sword gleamed. Carefully, Beltorchika walked towards the window and was about to step out to confront whatever that had attacked the guard when she was met with two new beings. They didnt seem hostile and even claimed they ahve taken out the intruder. Instead, asked if they could see Lady Mitula. Peering past the duo, Beltorchika examined this "intruder". It wasnt just some rogue or punk, but they seemed to be armoured up quite well. Beltorchika cursed inside. A dead enemy meant no information. She could only hope that this was just a small blip and not a precurser to anything major. Instead of conversing with the two new people, Beltorchika reverted to talking with Elae

[Contemplative] I think i may have an inkling as too who you are talking about. I do remember someone of similar description from a previous mission that i was on. Was he quite a powerful magus of sort?

 
Elae Loren, white
In the middle of her mental anguish her train of self-pity was rudely interrupted by being showered with glass shards. She was lucky, Bel was standing in a way so that most of the glass-blades hit her instead of the rather fleshy and squishy Elae, though sadly this didn't mean that she came out of it unscathed, one large and two small pieces slid past her skin and opened up small wounds. Though this was far from pleasant the wounds would heal in a minute or so.
Pulling her blades in reaction she took up a defensive stance before she got the time to survey the situation. Noticing a man lying in the glass shards, to be picked up by the android he seemed to be dressed like a Runesong guard, getting her bearing she looked to the commotion outside, which seemed to take care of itself. Sheathing her blades she opened the door and exited, sort of interested in the newcomer that had to go back outside as the wards were doing the same to him as it had done to her.
Nearing the new duo, still not really walking past the metal woman she was halfway stopped by her new friend... She... she did... She did remember!
"Yes! Yes he is!" Trying to keep her previous enthusiasm down failed yet again, not only had Elae gotten proper details today but... Someone who had actually met her father and remembered him! This was a large step in the right direction!
"Where was it? What... What do you remember?" Being a bit more reluctant in just jumping into it this time she was still pretty keen on this, so keen in fact that she had forgotten the two newcomers and even the wounded guard in the shop.


The Emerald Kingdom, #00FF33
The spearman was taken out with relative ease, that's what happens when you go against a superior opponent without having the upper hand.
On the other side the army itself weren't doing so well against the Runesong army and it's technology. Having underestimated it's power and ability the Emerald Army had small groups detach and escape into the land, no doubt heading back to inform their lord about what's happened here.
 
OK motherbitches, you are using too long on this, I talked over it with Shen and this is happening now.
May the odds be in your favor!

The Emerald Kingdom, #00FF33
Most, if not all of the Emerald army soldiers were dead of fleeing, the victory was without a doubt on Runesongs' side, superior tech, magic and properly trained soldiers make defending a fortress-like location as this not really too hard a problem.
The straggling soldiers were quickly taken down from arrows, magic or strange explosion-propelled projectiles. Very little congratulations and cheering happened outside the wall, mourning had not yet started as the realization of victory was slowly creeping into the minds of the beat up and worn survivors. Patting on tired shoulders as small groups were checking the fallen for survivors, taking out hiding attackers and collecting resources.

The whole battlefield fell silent as a sharp light died down from it's sudden arrival no more than a second ago. It's rays strong enough to cast clear shadows from anyone outside the wall. At it's location stood a man and a young woman, the woman taking her left arm of the man's shoulder.

The woman was wearing a deep-purple skirt reaching her knees and a simple sleeveless white shirt, barefeet and flowing long deep blonde hair reaching the back of her knees. The man was lean and not seeming physically strong, his face looking rather bored but well kept. His forehead had a scar-like mark of a Lozenge, pure white hair in a low ponytail reached his mid back.
He wore an almost black-green robe like garment, being two parted, upper body and lower body. The lower body part being skirt-like where the front part is hanging loose like a flap that covers the opening in front, under this he wears cloth pants. The upper part is like a thin jacket which you close by folding the one side over the other as it is larger, it is fastened at the waist area with a deep green sash. Both the upper and lower parts' edges have green lining.
Over all this he has a forest-green hooded cloak, and around his neck hangs an amulet which consists of five gems; one large green and four smaller teal ones all hanged from a chain.

The man turns towards the woman and nods, a dim-gray light surrounds her and in a split-second she is gone leaving only the rather bored looking man left alone.
Starting to walk towards the city, ignoring all hails or warnings and orders from the Runesong guards until they finally tried to apprehend him. A small group walked towards him, one hand on their sheathed sword and the other ready to grab a hold of the possibly new prisoner.
Suddenly a wave of blood splashed out through the mid-region of the three men walking towards him, close inspection one could see a deep, semi-transparent crescent blade fly a few meters past them before disintegrating into nothing. Somehow managing to look rather unsatisfied but still carrying his bored face he stepped around the bleeding and dying soldiers and continued towards the city.
A commanding officer still outside the wall shouted for arrows to be sent towards the man, as ordered three archers drew their arrows and let loose towards the assailant. All of them aimed at center mass bounced of nothing in the air, almost like they hit a solid steel plate, the sound of metal against metal could be barely heard as they fell broken to the soiled ground. Only a few managed to make out the transparent, green-hued plate vanishing between the man and the arrows' path.
"Captain... is that... I mean... The rumors.. Is it him?" a soldier mutters to his superior officer.
"Who?" the captain asked, not wanting to realize it himself.
"The.. Emerald King?" He replied rather hesitantly.

Anyone nearby enough to hear this small dialogue had a sudden moment of permafrost creeping down their spine. If this was indeed the Emerald King, the man who singlehandedly took over a kingdom to start his quest... Well, they would be in deep problems.
The captain grabbed the soldier by his chest-armor. "You go up there and tell them to throw everything they got at him" He commanded in a half-shouting voice as he pointed at the ballistae and other weapons on the walls.
"Isn't that a bit... exc*" he was not allowed to finish his explanation before the captain broke in.
"Do as you're told, private!" the order lead as the soldier was halfway thrown in the direction of the gates. Taking to his feet and running all he could muster to deliver the order.

No one seemed to dare to walk closer to the green-dressed man as he seemed to have all the time in the world as he walked closer, not stopping before he was in earshot of the majority outside the wall.
"I am the Emerald King!-" he started towards the soldiers. "-You are given this one chance to surrender to me and join my kingdom, failing to do so will mean-"
Before he was able to explain the terms of their forced surrender the soldier had managed to deliver the order, several ballistae, trebuchet as well as a barrage of magical spells and explosion-propelled metal balls was sent his way, enough projectiles was in the air to create a hazy and moving shadow towards the annexing King.

Extending his right arm out to it's full his amulet flashed in a dim green light as it disappeared and reformed in his hand as a rather unique staff. It was semi transparent green having several rods coiling around each other as they extend up in a funnel-like shape, where the five gems from his amulet had taken residence; the green one in the center and the teal one form a square around it.
Holding the staff closer to his body the gems started to glow their respective colors and spin around; the green one spun around its own axis in a counter clock-wise where the four teal ones spun around the green one clockwise.
The barrage of arrows, cannonballs, large rocks, ballista bolts and magical attacks started to hit, exploding and destroying the whole area the self-proclaimed king was standing in clouded by a cloud of dust, fallen soldiers and debris.
As the last attack had landed in the cloud laughing and chuckling could be heard around from the soldiers, no way anyone could survive an attack like that. The captain was experienced enough to know one should always confirm before considering celebrations. And sadly he was correct.
As the dust moved away in the calm wind the crater from their attack stopped at a deep green half-sphere barrier the king had around him. He was completely unharmed, not even the dust had reached him, the damage had stopped where his wall had started. As it faded into nothingness one could see the almost pedestal-like area he had been standing on as the collective attack of the Runesong army had destroyed the area around it.
"So be it..." the king stated, mostly to himself as his bored face had been tainted with anger.

The gems in his staff started glowing brighter as they spun around in their staff-home, energy gathering around them and the wielder itself as he lifted the staff up into the sky. He stood like this for a few seconds before he slammed the end of it down into the ground. A ring of green energy extended around the mage at a sound-breaking speed and didn't stop before it had made a several foot deep slice into the thick and strong Runesong walls.
Every guard outside the wall only stood for a few more seconds before falling to the ground in two pieces, having being cut down through their mid-section.

The King again started to walk towards his soon-to-be newest conquered city as the emergency-alarm started to spread through the city as the remaining soldiers panicking wondering what to do and how to protect their home.
 
Rune Palace: Observation Tower, tan
The clanging of bells echoed throughout the city, their harsh strikes alerting the denizens of the danger at hand. The panicked citizens ducked into their homes, praying that the carnage would not seek them out. By the order of their commanders, soldiers scrambled on the turrets to fire whatever they could at the invading army and its king. Yet they were hesitant to act. Even the magically-inclined troops were uncertain how to counter The Emerald King's magic.

The one-man invading force was being watched, naturally. A telescope from the castle's observation tower was locked on The Emerald King, its wielder hardly moving other than to follow the movements of this intruder. The ruby eyes of this watcher belonged to a tall, slender drow. Though his coal-gray skin made it difficult to determine age, he looked to be in his mid-thirties in human terms. His silvery white hair was barely long enough to tie back. Garbed in cotton trousers, faded leather boots and a simple tunic, the drow sported dulled earthen colors of brown and yellow. Over his shoulders was a cloak pinned on by the symbol of the city; half a cog with a bright blue jewel in its center.

He was accompanied by two others: a stocky dwarf woman and a forest elf mere inches shorter than the drow. The dwarf was naturally pale in color, due to her time inside and underground. Her red hair had been kept back by a pair of french braids weaving into a single braid behind her, merely trailing down to her mid back before being tied off by a strip of leather. The red dress she wore was simple enough, but bore black burns here and there from her trade. She had been recently interrupted in her work and was thus still wearing her leather smith's apron, gloves, boots, and a pair of protective goggles atop her head. The dwarf woman's dark eyes glanced up at the forest elf beside her. Unlike the dwarf, the elf was more formally dressed in a green scholar's tunic with yellow ivy embroidered along the collar and hemming, bringing out his light green eyes. His brown hair was left down and rested on his shoulders. His feet were clad in soft leather shoes, not that he needed much more than that when wandering about the Arcane Academy.

The elf didn't meet the dwarf's gaze. Instead, his attention was on the drow. He urged, "Milord, we cannot simply linger here whilst the city is in danger! What will you have us do about this?"
The drow didn't even flinch. "Alfbern, what do you know of The Emerald King?"
Stunned scholar. "The Emerald King? Surely, you don't mean-?"
"Look for yourself," the drow interrupted, holding his telescope out for Alfbern. The forest elf hesitated before approaching, questioning whether he wanted to know if this was true or not. Still, he took the telescope and peered through it.
As Alfbern was watching the invading figure, the dwarf woman walked up to the other side of the drow. She was far more concerned, like a mother protective of her children. "Malik Wyrmtaal, The Emerald King has already taken other cities by force. If that is truly him, we are under-equipped for a reprisal. Are we to fight or surrender?"

The Malik folded his hands behind him as he could only watch his guards fail to land any successful strikes or spells on the invading mage. Disappointment was a severe understatement, but what could be done against such a force? "Remove any staff from the throne room. Then, you two are to leave the palace immediately," he commanded.
Both the dwarf and elf gawked at their Malik. "You're not seriously going to take him on yourself, are you? That's suicide!" the dwarf objected.
Alfbern couldn't agree more. "I implore you to reconsider, Milord," he frowned.
Malik Wyrmtaal merely gave the both of them a stone-faced stare."Alfbern, Shula, you two have been my most invaluable advisers over the past few decades. I cannot afford to have either of you slain as bystanders or hostages. Clear the throne room and get yourselves to safety. I can operate the chamber on my own."
Alfbern's brow furrowed in confusion. "'Operate', Milord?"
Shula, however, seemed to know what he was going on about. A smile broke her concerned expression. "Testing out the defenses, Reynard?"
The Malik merely smirked and winked.

Mitula's Mystique, yellow
The clanging bells resonated throughout the shop. It was just as Mitula feared; the city was under siege. The shopkeeper stood and raised her voice over the noise. "Everyone! Take what you need and head to the Academy north from here! There is a safe house under the library. If worst comes to worst, there's a trap door to the catacombs. They can lead out of the city. Get moving!" She looked down at Shen, who had just finished reloading her crossbow, and added, "Shen, take Kaya with you. Make sure no harm comes to her."
Shen looked up at the seer with furrowed brows. "What about you?"
"What about me? Just get your sister to safety!" she urged.

There was no arguing with that. Shen scrambled to her feet and cut through the seance room again and slid that panel open. Kaya was hiding behind the couch with the fireplace's poker in one hand and that ferret clinging to her other arm. With little time to waste, Shen dashed over to her pack and hoisted it up over her shoulder.
"What's going on?" the assistant asked timidly.
"We're getting out of here and going to the Academy. Both of us."
Kaya hesitated. "But what abou-?"
"Aunt Mitula wants me to worry about you, not her. Now let's get out of here."

Kaya had a baffled look on her face, but there was little she could do to argue. She grabbed her hooded cloak and was already heading up the stairs. Shen scowled at her sibling. "What are you doing? Let's go!"
Beckoning to her elder sister, Kaya called back, "There's an exit out the roof. Come on!"
 
As expected, the smaller female became overly excited once again. It wasnt even much. Just a general questioning of the man's description that just so happened to land rather close to the mark. Regardless, seeing her so happy meant that Beltorchika had to put more effort into recalling exact details she remembers. Elae continued to be elated and continued with her interrogation when a shrill alarm tore through the night. Panicking noise began to become more and more louder as civilians and guards alike are thrown into confusion. Elae just couldn't catch a break. One after another, interruptions keep cropping up. Without a second thought, Beltorchika rushed to the side of the now shattered window and peered out into the street. So far, nothing much has changed, but definitely, a commotion was becoming bigger and bigger towards the direction of the wall. Beltorchika's suspicion was confirmed when the shop mistress stood and boomed out instructions.

"Everyone! Take what you need and head to the Academy north from here! There is a safe house under the library. If worst comes to worst, there's a trap door to the catacombs. They can lead out of the city. Get moving!

The instructions were quite clear. This was not her battle to participate in actively. The mistress' suggestion was the best option to take should Beltochika seek to escape from the besieged city.

[Apologetic] Fate seems to be against us from discussing your dilemma as of right now, it seems. I shall be heading towards to Academy as the Shop Mistress has suggested.

Beltorchika took three steps out onto the street before quickly turning back and slung her giant gunblade onto her back before gingerly lift up the injured guard. Of all those present, Beltorchika was probably the most physically abled one to transport him to safety without effort. Before exiting the shop once again, Beltorchika quickly told directly to Elae where she was going.

[Concerned] I shall be taking my leave. I do suggest you find yourself scarce. The city seems to be in quite severe turmoil.

Beltochika suddenly remembered that she wasn't particularly familiar with the layout of Runesong. Spotting the shop assistant and the crossbow woman making their way upwards to the roof, Beltochika followed after, asking if they knew the way.

[Hopeful questioning] Excuse me! Would you two be heading towards the academy? I am unfamiliar with the layout of the city, so if you do not mind, i will be following after you.

Regardless if they concent or not, Beltorchika was going to follow them. She was just being polite. She needed to get to the academy, both for herself and the guard's sake and should she irritate or annoy these two woman by tagging along without permission, then so be it.
 
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