Lethal Reword 2: Broken World

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  1. Time passes since the destruction of earth. The spirits of that planet become lost for a while, until reaching different planes of existence... some moving into a peaceful afterlife, some finding their way to the new planet on their own... some, with a greater plan for them, are placed centuries after the new planet's creation. These old souls begin once again, and they begin to grow, becoming adults or late teens... though they have all left home for one reason or the other, the Will of the World will match with their own in a confrontation of epic proportions. For now, however - there is life.

    Lethal Reword 2
    Broken World

    The Western Continent. Forgotten by the ages past, found nearly a century ago by explorers from the eastern continent and colonized into what many consider the freest continent to live in - with far more opportunity to make one's fame and fortune than the others put together.

    Sadly, this has made the continent a haven for warmongers, bandits, and opportunists... as well as the monsters of the continents, including the ones left here. The climate range is incredible - something of every time of climate here, though most of it remains grassy frontier-land. The capital, a near-legendary place called Anachronost, is considered by many to be the crowning point of achievement in the world for it's reliance on a new type of magic called 'Science'.

    However, our story does not start there. Our story starts in the smaller frontier town known as Banik. There is fear in this town. The guardsmen, normally relaxed and genial or busy with pickpockets and drunks, grip their weapons tightly and continually pace their stations. Several shops are closed, while others offer weapons (even the grocers' and taverns) in addition to their normal wares. A child cries out as the men flinch, looking toward the happily playing boy - and go back to their pacing.

    Though the odd appearances of our heroes and heroines might delay their progress into the town for a moment, even the most monstrous-appearing of them are allowed into the city - though cannot get the feeling off of them that they are being watched... and that something is terribly wrong with this town.

    The tension in the air is palpable - one could even taste it. Many townsfolk can be seen glancing frightfully at the dark, looming trees of the nearby swamp... waiting.

    Story Start: "Bitter Waters"

    "Hold it right there!" A tall guard looks down upon the young female attempting to enter the city. Her gloved hands fly to the hood covering her face, pulling it further down upon her - but she does stop to listen to what the guard has to say.

    Her body was slight - almost serpentine in quality, and so petite she could easily pass for a very young, delicate girl, were it not for the fact she was traveling alone... or her garb. Her clothes were form-fitting while being loose enough to allow flesh to breathe. These clothes were done in the norther style of sewing scraps together to create a hodgepodge-looking outfit... good for traveling, but since it was made of cloth instead of the furs it would normally be made of in the north, made it alright for traveling these southern parts of the continent.

    "Let me see your face." The guard commanded, and the girl backed away a few paces... before lowering her hood. She glared at the guard before her... she was pretty, in a monstrous sort of way. Her face was humanoid, her features soft... she would have seemed extraordinarily pale. In fact, the guard could clearly see scales around her neck, traveling up to cover her entire right cheek and eyebrow. Her hair was a brown color, as were her eyes - a gloved hand rose to re-place the glasses that had fallen slightly in the quick movements.

    The guard let out an involuntary gasp, and the girl rose her hood again... she bent her knees, raising her arms as if preparing for a fight... when the guard nodded, letting her pass into the city. Warily watching him, the girl moved around, and bolted into the city. No one attempted to stop her.
  2. Angela's day had been..strange, to say the least. The people in this town seemed on edge, like they expected an attack at any moment. Actually, that's exactly what it seemed like.

    What made it strange was that there were no obvious threats on the way in. If they feared some strange monsters, then the guards must have been crazy to let Angela, her purple-tinted skin, cloak of feathers, and the sword she was wearing within five miles of their town. Grocery stores also didn't usually have maces on sale.

    She wandered down the street, the golden cloak of wings on her back twitching slightly. Something was up. She'd have to ask what was going on-

    Angela stopped, her though process interrupted as she walked right into some running girl and knocked her to the ground. She knelt down next to the girl, holding out a hand for her.
    "Sorry! Here, let me help you up."
  3. The girl fell backward with an 'oomph', hand flying up to keep her head obscured by the hood. Her entire body winces as Angela reaches an arm out to her - but at the offer to help her up, the girl stops... and looks at who she had bumped into.

    Her hand lowers from her hood, though it stays on. She offers the gloved hand out, allowing herself to be let up, before scooting away quickly, taking a submissive, shy stance. The half-cape covering her right shoulder fluttered a bit, hands pressed to her side. She stood there in silence, looking over Angela for a few moments.

    Finally, she spoke: "You're not all human, either." Her voice comes out through the hood - her tone one of wonder, breath visible like that seen on a frosty morning. The sun reflected from her glasses under the hood, giving the appearance of two wide, glowing yellow eyes within. "I apologize for bumping into you. Are you in a hurry to go somewhere...?" Her hands moved from their place at her sides to clasped together in front of her - a polite position.
  4. "Well, as for my race, it's..strange." Angela gestured towards the cloak of feathers with a gauntleted fist. "That's part of a thing I can do. It's..complicated. But no, I'm not quite human. Slightly off. I'm not entirely sure what I am, but I'm sure it's not too important."

    She pauses a bit to examine the girl. The two must certainly look odd, a heavily armored woman and a young girl standing in the street.
    "No, I wasn't going anywhere important..I'm Angela. Who are you?"

    (Angela has Lammasu Mantle and Wormtail Belt shaped. The end result is +2 deflection to AC against EVIL, and +3 natural armor.)
  5. The young girl's breath flows out as she states, "Frost... My name is Frost." She walks forward slowly, her short statue making it easy to conceal her head by tipping it downwards, covered by the hood - which, as it was revealed, was attached to the half-cape. Her white-and-blue clothes were covered in stylized designs of wind and snowflakes.

    "I don't have a last name, either, Angela." The hood 'nods'. "I'm slightly off from human, too - but I know what I am. I had to hear about it a lot when I was younger... but it was all worth it. I still have a family to come home to." She sighs slowly, a great deal of mist passing her lips. "I passed this town, and came in to check it out and re-stock my supplies... hunting is... not my deal."

    The mental image of the small girl hunting would probably be an odd one... though a sharp eye can spot the small, lumpy pouch attached to her belt - one similar to the kind that holds spell components. "Everyone is so one edge... it's weird."
  6. "Ah, nice to meet you, Frost." Clearly the girl didn't care to elaborate on herself, or why she was hiding her face. This would make dealing with her very "Fun".

    Angela frowned slightly at the mention of the town's oddity.
    "Yeah, I've noticed that too...listen, why don't we ask someone? That way we can help out if they need it."
  7. Frost stares at Angela's feet for a few moments, considering it. "...Okay." The meek voice asks, before slowly walking over to one of the guards and tugging gently on the back of his shirt. "...Excuse me... why is everyone so afraid?"

    The man turns, blinking towards Frost, then looking over at Angela. "...Well... it's not that big of a secret. You two are visitors, right...?" The guard nods, not waiting for a reply. "Jenkins... a merchant from our neighboring town, Osell... he was returning from selling his wares, and saw the whole thing. First, half the bloody town exploded... Osell, that is... and then fell over into the swamp. The next thing he knows, the whole thing is a mess. People screaming and running around... fights on the battlements, and then he sees what started it all."

    The man gestures with his hands, making a scary face. "Slinking out of the march come these things with their spears held high... lizard-folk. They used to be allies of Osell, but they turned on the town, ransacking it... making it their own. Jerkins ran back here, and he nearly climbed over the wall just to talk to our mayor. Jenkins packed up and left soon after, saying those lizards will be the death of us all. No telling what they'll do next..." The guard stares off cautiously towards the swamp. "If I were you, ma'am, I'd take your daughter and get out of here."

    Frost makes a hissing noise under her hood. "We're unrelated." She turns stiffly from the guard. "I'm not a kid, either. Thanks for your help." She stomps off, standing near Angela again. "You got your answer. Happy?" Her tone was angry, and her hands were clenched into fists.
  8. To those who have joined, welcome!
  9. Another lone figure approached the town. This one wearing yellowed leather armour over green cloth, his yellow face open for all to see, black hair tied back into a pony-tail. His eyes where plain green with no distinction marking iris or pupil. The guard didn't need to stop him, he stopped just outside the town and waited for the guard to nod him past. He looked like he had come a long way as his armour and clothes there full of dirt and his boots where caked with dry mud. He carried no visible weapons as he walked down the street towards the three travelers. He stopped a short distance away and looked up and down the street. The local population was obviously scared and the only reason he could see where the ones talking to each other in front of him, but if they had been allowed into the town then they where not the answer. He listened to the halfling's question and awated the answer himself.
  10. I grunt and struggle in resistance as I can feel myself giving in. How?? I was just doing well, and ok at that! Just like that, the tables have turned....maybe that was the lesson here. Yes, it HAS to be! I had to find harmony in my lonliness, easier said than done. The screaming made it difficult, but I had to learn to focus. I think about Azar, how she took me in....then I think about her harsh words on why she did. Did she mean it or was it a test? She planned this, ugh. She knew I'd resort to these thoughts, she was one step ahead. I was losing myself spiritually, I had to get back. I got it....I found a way. Azar can only project thoughts and illusions, but I can project emotion. I dig deep and take my sense of gratitude I have for the Azar and project it through the entire void. This was my inner self, I had control.

    Me: 'No matter what you do, Azar....I am still grateful...'

    I didn't mean it as much. I had to admit, the words and feelings have altered my perspective a bit, but no enough for me to give in. That's the true meaning of strength: being able to bend and be bent, without breaking. I open my eyes to see black still, but this time I decide to do the unthinkable. Azar would never expect me to rebel; she's always seen me as this obedient and willing follower....but I have honed my skills in the darkness. At least to a small degree. She absolutely opposes me using my extranormal abilities, well let's see how resolute she can be. I clench my fists as my eyes glow an intense deep violet color. My hair begins to transmute into a dark purple, and my sclera turns dark as the void I'm in. I had tapped into these emotions of isolation, but not past the point of extreme emotion. I concentrate my energies as the entire realm begins to shake as dark mist eminates from my body.

    Azar: 'Metrion! Cease!'
    Me: 'I.....am....stronger than you know, Azar. This isn't about emotion, it's about will.'

    The dark mist forms constructs of things I see positive in my life: Zinthios, Azar, Water, a diamond...representing balance. I begin to shoot the mist throughout the void, as it travels everywhere and nowhere. Back in the reality plane of Azarath, all denizens remain meditated. I float indian-style, but I was different. My hair was purple. My eyes were black and violet, and dark mist began to resonate around my aura. High Magistrate Coman looks as his eyes widen at the gripping sight, even though I was in a meditative state, he was shocked all the same. The Azar opens her eyes and looks at me through the courtyard, seeing the use of my abilities.

    Azar: 'Metrion, cease your powers at ONCE!'
    Me: 'I....am still grateful to you...Azar....'

    The mist begins to grow larger and larger, it starts to orbit around my body. As long as I kept it under control, I would be alright.

    High Magistrate Coman: "STOP! [slams staff to the ground]"

    I open my eyes in surprise, as does the other denizens. My hair returns back dark brown, and my eyes return to their golden color. I felt a bit of concern. What would the Azar and High Magistrate do with me now? I was to never display my abilities or use them, but technically I never did since we were meditating. Both look at me with sharp eyes, as the robed citizens open their eyes and lift their heads to the center of the courtyard.

    High Magistrate Coman: "The Trials...are over."

    A great horn sounds off through all of Azarath. Trials of Peace are over. All of the people descend from their spiritual highs and begin to rise from their positions and go on about their day. I stand up, still feeling the emotional toll of the past hour. Hour? It seemed like only moments. Everyday I fought these emotions, so that I don't get consumed into intense feelings. I showed them what I was capable of, my spiritual strength. The Azar descends from levitation and looks at me with countenance. I guess it was a trial...but did she have to go that far? Did I? Sometimes I wanted to just be isolated from it all...but I knew nothing would be solved if I did so. I begin walking away to my room as I hear Theron calling to me from behind.

    -> Theron <-


    Theron: "Hey Metrion!!" *runs up*
    Me: "Hello, Theron.."
    Theron: "I almost lost my way in the trial...thought Azar was going to banish me to confinement..."
    Me: "Heh..."
    Theron: "So hey I was thinking that we trek the hills, go enjoy the beauty."
    Me: "I'm kind of drained, I just wish to relax."
    Theron: "Oh...very well, shall I escort you to your chambers?"
    Me: "I'm fine Theron."
    Theron: "Alright then, well if you wish to convene then just summon me" *smiles*
    Me: "I'll do that, yes."

    Theron then splits off into the reaches of the castle as I climb the gold-ivory steps up towards the upper levels where my room resides, as Azarathians greet and praise me on my way up.

    [Very well, Metrion.....Greetings....Well done, dear child....Hello Metrion, stellar focus today...]

    One voice stands out from all the rest, a loud, reaching, annoying voice that I really did not want to hear: Juris. Juris always lived to detest and belittle me at every chance he was granted. A part of me analyzed that it was a result of fear, that maybe he was afraid of who I was and voiced his as well as the others' REAL feelings towards me. The sight of Juris climbing the stairs to meet me caused my blood to heat. I was already on edge.


    Juris: "Metrion Metrion Metrion.....you never cease to amaze.."
    Me: "Juris....you never cease to say things no one cares of..."
    Juris: "Speak for yourself, outcast....you almost destroyed us all back there...what? You thought that people would not talk of it? And you expect us to adorn you?"
    Me: "By us I'm assuming you mean you, since you're always all alone. Is this an affection thing? Projecting your feelings of interest on me through discrimination and sullied words? It's not that attractive."
    Juris: "Hah!! Funny Metrion...I'd no sooner court you than I would run myself through."
    Me: "Then you have no reason to keep badgering me with ineffective banterings of an infant. Good day." *walks off*
    Juris: "Good day freak, I'm sure your mother would be so proud." *smirks*

    I stop in my tracks. My blood involuntarily boiled at that moment. My heart intensified with feelings of temptation and slight anger. I could feel him smiling from behind me, waiting for me to make a wrong move so that I may be outcasted by Azar. I was sick. Sick of tolerating the looks. Sick of tolerating these harsh words. Sick of being viewed as if I'm a dangerous animal in a cage full of harmless fawn. I turn around and glare at Juris, as I push a thought into his head, before walking away up the stairs to my chambers.

    Juris: "HARK! EVERYONE!!!" *climbs to the top of the stairs and yells* " I HEREBY PROFESS MY LOVE TO METRION!!!! I LOVE HER!!!"
    Me: *turns around and walks up the 2nd flight of stairs with a smirk*
    Juris: *regains consciousness, stands there confused as Azarath stares at him in bewilderment*

    Once I reach my chambers, I open the door as Zinthios sits at the window pane. He caws at my entrance as I plop on my velvet silk sheets. Zinthios then flies on my chest and stares at me, I think he senses my stress. We developed an extreme bond over out time together here in Azarath. I levitate from the bed as I close my eyes and just let my mind drift. Mother, Azar, Theron, Azarath, Love, Peace, Father, Outcast..... I've never been outside of Azarath, and I wished to go so bad. I wanted to see where I truly come from. How outcasted I really was. I rub Zinthios gently as I stare into the sky, letting my mind wander and emotions clear.

    Azar: *telepathically* 'Metrion, you have prevailed, my apologies for pushing those dire words and thoughts to you, but I knew you were ready.'

    I ignore the Azar and continue to float. I look out the window at the clear, azure, blue sky and wonder of the ways of Earth. About my mother, about my father. About everything. I had endured so much, but now it was starting to take its toll on me.

    Azar: 'Metrion...I know you hear my thoughts...respond.'

    I just wanted to go away. From all of this. I think I was depressed, it was the only emotion that made sense. It felt so saddening, but so consuming. Before I know it a knock on my door hits, as Zinthios caws away. I knew it was her. Azar enters as she looks at me with eyes of emotion this time...must be nice.

    Azar: "Tell me what's wrong, Metrion."
    Me: *stares out the window* "Nothing."
    Azar: "I know that's false, is this about the trials?"
    Me: .........
    Azar: "You know, Metrion...I would never test you against things if I didn't believe you were ready."
    Me: "Which is why you were afraid when I used my abilites and I had them under control..."
    Azar: "You think your abilities are meant to control? No, they're meant to consume you...one use and more and more you will be enticed to practice them."
    Me: "What's wrong with that? Better I practice and hone them as opposed to having outbursts I can't handle."
    Azar: "Tis never that simple.."
    Me: "It is that simple. You just .....you are afraid that I'll become some destroyer of worlds when really by keeping me confined and treated like nothing by all these citizens it's making me more emotional, and I'm supposed to just 'clear it' from my heart?"

    This was the first time I rebuttled against Azar in a long time. It did nothing but stir my emotions more.

    Azar: "The people of Azarath have accepted you for who you are."
    Me: "No, you THINK they have, but you can read emotions like I can. I feel their fear, their indifference, their scrutiny. They all are waiting for me to explode, just like you are."
    Azar: "You let your thoughts blind you, I don't wait for you to explode...I wait for you to realize the day your abilities aren't for controlling, but for consuming."
    Me: "A little late for that...I've been using them since I was a childling and yet here I am still not destroying a realm. You don't wish to help me control my emotion, you wish for me not to ever have any realization that my abilities can be used for my will. You want to control ME. You and the rest of Azarath!"

    A small wind generates at my rising emotion. I immediately calm down and cease levitation.

    Me: "I'm glad you took me in. I will always be. But if the cost is being a puppet, and never knowing who I really am and not having a full life then who's really the monster? Me? Or a society that keeps a being unwillfully imprisoned being in spirit and emotion, stripping them of their sense of free will?"

    The Azar stood quiet for a moment as I look out the window once more. I had pride in myself. I felt better, but now I knew that this utopia was just a mask for the place of confinement it really was. I heard the door close behind me. She left, without any words of insight. Strange, first time that's happened. Zinthios flies on my shoulder and rubs its head against my cheek to cheer me up.

    Meanwhile in Gotham (open)

    Gotham City


    The woman reads the fine print of the book for hours on end, and even into the night as rain still flickers outside in the hot and humid dark city. She focuses in on the symbol that she has seen so vivid in her head all too many times in her life. That was the symbol...the sign, the one that started it all. Her heart drops at the mere sight and realization of her discovery. She reads on in the text as she recites the words that have been scripted in the ancient-looking n religion and practices. She reads aloud as her fingers skim under the words.

    Woman: "Chakras are energy points or nodes in the subtle body. Chakras are part of the subtle body, or the state of one's mind-emotional spectrum, not the physical body, and as such are the meeting points of the subtle (non-physical) energy channels called nadiis. Nadiis are channels in the subtle body through which the life force (prana, chi) (non-physical) or vital energy (non-physical) moves. Various scriptural texts and teachings present a different number of chakras, but the red rooted chakra is to be considered the most important. There are many chakras in the subtle human body according to the tantric texts, but there are seven chakras that are considered to be the most important ones. Finally, colors and gems can help bring a chakra into balance. The root chakra’s color is red. Gemstones for the first chakra include garnet, red jasper, black tourmaline, and bloodstone. You can place the gemstone on the area of the chakra while lying down to help open and align it. Some cultures and religions practice this as a rite or custom, considered to be deeply spiritual and strive to consider mastery over the complete state of spirituality and mind-emotional balance."

    The woman flashes back to the past as the sorrow in her heart creeps upon her like a silent snake. She raises up and checks the book out, going up to the counter as Mrs. Connors the librarian smiles and widens her eyes in surprise at the revelation.
    Mrs. Connors: "Oh! You finally checking out? Five years here and this is your first time...must be special. I feel so honored haha"
    Woman: "Haha oh Mrs. Connors, you are too much, but yes...I finally found something that caught my eye. Thanks, you have a good one."
    Mrs. Connors: "Same to you sweetheart :]"

    The woman leaves the library as she runs out into the barrage of rainfall once more. She continuously looks around in the dense and smoky area to see anyone out of the ordinary. It was Gotham, everyone was out of the ordinary. She hails a taxi for several blocks to a series of apartment complexes in the midtown of Gotham. She exits while paying her fee, and continues up the stone steps and into the building. After arriving to her floor and room, she unlocks the door and enters with a sigh of relief, immediately opening the book again and reading its texts from where she left off. The red symbol, the chakra, the blood diamond, it was all coming back to her. It had never left to begin with. Those knowledges burned and seared into her memories and soul like a brand. She read for more hours. And more. More. The rain had stopped and it was well into the middle of the night. Her eyes grow weary and body comes with yawns as her flickering eyes scan the text page by page. 18 years. A full adulthood of life wondering and hiding from the truth, slowly discovering its secrets and the ties that come along with it. Hiding in plain sight, but as a shadow. A life unfulfilled and encased in misery, sorrow, and despair. A shelled life of emptiness and nothingness. Dark nights and long days, in what seemed like a long dream of going through the motions as a puppet in life's strings. 18 years of that reality. Finally, she was beginning to get close. Her head falls upon the book as her eyes close and drifts off.

  11. "Why would he think I'd be a mother.."

    Angela scratched her head, then followed after Frost, noticing the drop in tempurature.
    "Hm...want to help me work things out with the lizardfolk? I think you could be handy."
  12. "Work things out...?" The hooded figure tilts it's head slightly, before lowering it. Recalling names by cruel people of her own age when she was younger - just a few years ago, in fact. The light glinted from the glasses under her hood, causing the 'wide glowing eyes' effect once more.

    "Yes... I would like to know what's going on. I'll come with you." The aura of cold ends as she drops the prestidigitation spell, before shrugging. "As you probably deduced from my name and my clothes... I use the ice and cold to my advantage. Lizardfolk are cold-blooded, so if things get ugly... well." A chilling chuckle could be heard. "Then pity them."

  13. "I don't CARE that you lost half the shipment!" Rhidel's booming bass voice echoed through the Merchant Quarter. "You hired me to protect against bandits and raiders, not a fucking lizardfolk war party! You're godsbedamned lucky we managed to get your drover out alive!"

    He brought a fist down on the table, hard, splintering it and cutting off the merchant's protest. "You're intimidating enough to scare off most bandits as it is," he mocked in a rumbling falsetto. "You won't need more swords. I bet you wish you'd taken my advice NOW, don't you? Just give me my fucking pay before I punch you in the face under the default clause."

    As soon as the merchant counted out his paycheck, the dark-skinned half giant grabbed the stack of coin and, stowing it, stalked away in the direction of the gate, his green crystalline armor flashing angrily as it caught the light. He stopped just in sight of the gate to lean against a wall, running a hand through his messy hair as he calmed himself.

  14. Can I call dibs on Poison Ivy?
  15. "Hey! You!"

    The shout got Rhidel's attention, and he straightened, before the girl stopped in front of him and delivered her proposal. He politely listened to her, then considered for a moment before dropping to one knee to talk to her, bringing them more-or-less eye-to-eye. "Twenty gold plus an equal cut of the spoils?" He rumbled. "That sounds fair to me, but I get first choice on anything crystal."

    He gave the girl a once-over. Short and thin, and the shadows of her hood didn't hide her scales from eyes such as his. He "hmmph'd" and held out his hand to shake. "I hope your team consists of more than just myself. I'm good, but not that good. My name is Rhidel. And you are?"
  16. "Figured as much! Got an eye for the deal." She grins under her hood, counting out the pieces of gold she was keeping from her pouch, shoving it in a pocket and handing the twenty pieces to him. "Here you go - as an act of good faith, as it were."

    She grins, "Sharp eye, too. We would need more than just you and I, though I have confidence in your abilities, which is why I'll agree to the deal about the crystal." Not like they'd find much crystal in a swamp, she figured. He juts her thumb over her shoulder. "That one's coming with us. She'll get around to introducing herself in a bit - my own name is Frost. Not sure what she does, but I'm a sorceress... ice magic specialty, though I'm sure you'd have figured that out with a glance."

    Her hand reaches out and shakes his - she was stronger than a human of her height should be. Nine hells, she was slightly stronger than someone normal-sized. Not that it would mean much for the large half-giant. "I do so like an honest deal. We're not going to fly off just yet - I feel the need to ask some higher-ups about this whole city-attacking thing. A higher-up in town should be able to tell me about a neighboring city, right? Might get a few hints as to how it all went down, or at least some advice. Sound like a plan?"
  17. Kunxaar couldn't help but hear the conversion as he was walking over to ask the exact questions that Frost was planning top ask the 'higher ups'.

    He turned to see the two women and the half giant talking and stopped. They where planning on going to the other town, and by the sounds they could use another blade.

    He walked up behind the women and stopped unsure how to introduce himself.

    “The town you are planing to visit, at would be overrun with these lizardmen, yes?” he spoke slowly and clearly. “Perhaps I could go with you, for an equal share as well? By the sounds you could use an extra fighter.” he looke at the faces of each of the others, “My blades would be of use to you, no?”
  18. Frost turns, eyebrow raising at the Xeph before him. Sunlight glimmered across her glasses as she looked him up and down. "...Blades? You know you shouldn't hide your weaponry. It's sneaky. Unless you're one of those unarmed fighters. What are they called...? From the monasteries? Monks? I'm not looking to join any religion, so calling your unarmed weaponry 'blades' is sort of a misnomer... and a little sick. Pike off."

    She turns, is quiet for a few moments, before turning back around to face him, tone changed. "Ahhh, wait. A position just opened up! Sure, you can join us on our quest to go check up on and-or destroy every single one of them. Welcome to the team." She smiles, thinking of a dozen different uses for the man... bait... meatshield... distraction... emergency rations...
  19. Kunxaar smiled and nodded. His smile suggested he saw what Frost was thinking but knew something she didn't. “My name is Kunxaar and I'm sure you'll find me most useful.”

    He stepped back and allowed the others to continue talking. Frost has quickly established herself as their leader, and was technically the one who had just hired the help so it was best too do things her way for now.
  20. "My powers are generally strange and confusing..but I can help shield you. I've got some clerical training, and can splice bits of magical beast's souls onto my own for different effects.." She lifted her wings slightly. "That's how I got those things."

    Angela gave a short greeting to Rhidel and Kunxaar, noticing slightly that frost seemed to be..plotting something with the second one. She did her best to ignore it while moving the conversation forward.
    "Right, I think that for the rest of the day, we should find other people who can help out and learn as much as we can about the lizardfolk. Then tomorrow we can set out fully prepared and rested."