P.S.S. "The Legend Of The Primal Keys"::Ch.1- A Bit Of Deception [Completed IC]

[Sutoratosu]

Stratos looked up at the holy city, Cithalos, in the distance, it's streets alive with festivities in the night air. the glow of thousands of lanterns burned bright against the darkened sky, throngs of travelers entering and leaving through the two southern most gates of the walled civilization.

he adjusted his old cloak on his shoulders, pulling up his hood and concealing his face as he looked back to the cave mouth behind him, where the Drake Thead stood silently, his scales alive with a redish gold glow in the darkened night.

"It is finally time." Stratos said simply, taking the spear known as Star Ripper from his where it was strapped on his shoulder and hefting it one arm. he was doubtfull that the spear, and the elderly wyrm who inhabited it, wouldn't taste blood tonight.

"Yes... the day has finally come. I will be here at the ready, Stratos," Thead replied in Stratos's mind, translating his thoughts into english so that Stratos wouldn't have to do it himself "all you need to do is call for me, and I shall come to your aid."

Stratos answered back verbally as he began to make his way up the steep slope before him.

"Yes, old friend... of that I have no doubt." with that he crouched down low to the ground, focusing his mind and body as the dust and loose pebbles along the barren ground of the mountain side began to stir and spiral around his feet. he looked up to his target, a slope much further over head, which was half way between his current spot and the walls of the city above. he pushed off the ground with substantial force, the power of his legs sending his body into a soaring leap through the air. he maneuvered his body near effortlessly in mid air, landing atop the slop he had been eyeing from below. he looked down at Thead one last time, who simply nodded at the man and watched in silence as the Sky Slayer made another soaring leap and vaulted completely over the city walls, disappearing from sight on the other side.

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The city bustled as the festivities of the night pressed on. the aroma of various foods from all across the continent wafted through the air heavily, entoxicating and drawing in many with their appeal. the entire city was packed with travelers of all shapes and sizes, of all nationalities and hailings, but all of the same creed:

Cithalocism.

This was the festival to celebrate the coming resurrection of the sky lord, Azuaqyar. the being who saved mankind in his darkest hour by giving him the knowledge to prevail. the ceremony was set to begin by the end of the hour, and many were beginning to flock towards the holy grounds to witness the miraculous event. including yourself, just another traveler amoung the throng in the city now. whatever may have drawn you to the city this night, whether it be personal business with someone, a vendetta to pursue, or coin to be earned, it is undeniable that in truth everyone was drawn here tonight to see God himself rise again.

((All characters are separated right now and relatively far from each other, even those who are in the same districts currently. there is no grouping at this point, so please avoid having encounters with each other for now))

Edited November 19, 2014 by Surge

[Felicity]

Darius' surroundings were as jovial and joyous as any celebration in his beloved city of Renalim , with the Cheers and festivities present in nearly every place Darius could see. Darius, however was not taken in by the collective feeling of happiness that permeated the air. He scanned the area for any particularly noteworthy or suspicious figures, festivities such as this were oft perfect times for a thief to find a prime target among the crowd and were prone to causing rows among the more inebriated men and women. Aside from some particularly rowdy men he saw no cause to worry. Comfortable with his knowledge of his surroundings, Darius approached one of the less drunk men who appeared to be a local.

"Excuse me, could you please tell me why the city is in such high spirits?"

[Sutoratosu]

DobbyTheElf

Robert turned lazily, he felt a bit out of it... maybe it was time to stop drinking for the night. he left his mug on the window sill beside him as he answered the stranger who had asked him about what all the festivities were about.

"Well... it's common knowledge, isn't it?" he asked in answering, feeling as a slight headache was beginning to come on. it was definately time to stop drinking for the night... he didn't want to be that one man who was so inebriated that he had missed the resurrection of the savior of mankind because he was passed out in a stupor on some side street.

"Tonight is the night of prophecy, the night that the Lord Azauqyar shall rise again... and this time the Church army will be out in force... that bastard, Stratos, won't be able to strike the lord again, not this night... if he tries, then the arch commanders will cut him down themselves. the ceremony is supposed to begin in an hour's time. you'd better get going now if you want to get a decent view."

Having sufficiently answered the strangers question, Robert turned and walked off towards the Scholars town district, hoping to find a quiet place to sober up a little before the resurrection began, leaving his half drained mug on the window sill

a few moments later, a short, pudgy man appeared in a nearby door way, his glasses ablaze with the reflected orange light of the lanturns lining the streets of the west town district. he looked at the young man standing in front of his window, and walked over, addressing the fellow

"You there," he said to Darius as he aproached "Did that Drunkard walking off towards scholars town just leave his mug on my window sill?"

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

Sinbad walked, his crossbow Bianca slung over his back. He was looking for a nice place to get a drink and a bite to eat. He had been traveling for quite some time, so it was nice to take a load off. He had only stopped in this town as he had been out on open road for at least a few days, and was looking for a nice semi-long break. Sinbad wondered what was going on in town, it was usually busy and there was the hint of a celebration. He asked around seeing what he could find out.

[Felicity]

"Did that Drunkard walking off towards scholars town just leave his mug on my window sill?"

"It would appear so. Does he owe you some money for his beverage? If so, i may chase him down for you." Darius offered. Despite his curiosity regarding this 'Resurrection' Darius could not allow the man to skip a debt. As he talked to the man, Darius searched the crowd, attempting to relocating the drunkard amidst the bustling crowd.

[Supernovae]

Maximus stared angrily at this map. Where in the hell was his hotel? It was customary for an Ekarder's family to send there child on a celebration after graduation. Some of the Ekarder had been sent to the Golden Shore, others to the Shinning Coast. Hell at this point Maximus would have preferred to have been sent to the tundra of Zrazara, fighting off monsters, rather than be here. It wasn't that Cithalos wasn't a beautiful city, it's that Maximus couldn't care less about Cithalocism. But, this town, it was so lively, just to celebrate Azuaqyar. What made him so special anyway? Celebrations should be only for the accomplishments of men, bonds built between friends and family, not Gods.

Maximus cursed silently and threw the map on the ground as soon as he realized the date on the map. It was over a hundred years old. He took out his lance, the mighty Steele Splinter and slashed at the map angrily. This probably would have caused a scene on most days, but today the towns folk were too drunk and merry to pay attention to a man angrily stabbing a map. Throughout his temper tantrum he noticed a slight rumble in his stomach and sighed. It wouldn't do to stand here all day and rip a map to shreds. Maximus began to look around for the least occupied tavern to grab some food and quickly found his match. The tavern was old and beaten down and it seemed to be far less lively than any other tavern in the Central Market. Maximus quickly made his way inside and sat down at the bar, ready to order a quiet meal and ale.

Edited June 27, 2014 by Supernovae

[Sutoratosu]

Samiel walked up the stairs leading down to the archives, arriving into the reading chamber to find his right-hand manservant, Deric, and his apprentice Aaron staring out of an enormous Gothic window onto the streets below. Deric stood next to Aaron, one hand on the boy's floatstone chair and the other one the hilt of his blade protectively, as if guarding the boy... well, he was a boy when he came under Samiel's tutelage... but it was not correct to call him such know, he was almost eighteen years now... almost an adult... soon his apprenticeship would be over.

Samiel found that thinking of this saddened him a bit as he brought the hefty tomb in his arms over and placed it down of the circular table dominating the room. for the past four in a half years, Aaron had been like a son to him... which meant a lot, as Samiel had no true children of his own... only hired help and colleagues and old friends.

Samiel recognized what was going on as he walked over to the two of them... Deric only reached for his sword when he was feeling especially on alert. he stopped shortly beside the two of them and his thoughts were confirmed when he saw Aaron's eye's closed, his head lolled to one side as if asleep... but Samiel knew he wasn't the young man had been wide awake when he walked down to the archives just a few minutes ago.

Aaron opened his eyes suddenly before his mentor could open his mouth to speak.

He peered out to the streets below, trying to process what the voices had just shown him as Samiel began talking to him.

"what did they show you this time, Aaron?" His mentor asked

Aaron tore his gaze away from the lighted festivities, looking both Deric and Samiel in the eye.

"A man jumping over a wall and landing in a forest," he said, pausing for some reason. Deric and Samiel glanced at each other, puzzled by the sudden stop.they both returned their gaze to the boy as he continued after a few seconds

"He bore a spear in his arms...and his hair was whiter than fresh snow..."

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DobbyTheElf

"No, no..." the pudgy man responded, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"I am no bartender, nor is this a bar. this is my home." the man looked into the crowd, his eagle sharp eyes spotting the man within a second. he reached up and took off his glasses... not like he really needed lens to be able to see... and besides, his vision was far better without them... actually, he couldn't remember why he even had glasses...

Oh... yes, that's right... he thought to himself

I have them because Roland said it was suiting of Book store keepers to wear spectacles... though he also said that Giga-Boars won't charge if you poke them from the side... and look where his advice got him, dead in the ground... never found his body, probably rotting somewhere in the ZraZara right now.

with that thought train he decided simply to toss the spectacles out into the street where they were quickly crushed by passer-by. he walked back inside his door way, reaching for some unseen object and stepping out again to face Darius, this time with a small crossbow tucked under his arm, a pouch filled with bolts at his hip.

"Do not concern yourself with this matter any further, young man." he said, reaching to the window sill and grabbing the mug the drunk man had left behind.

"I was quite the accomplished archer back when I was a young man like yourself, and I've still got the skills and the eyesight... even if I'm heading towards forty soon." he turned and walked off, calling out to Darius behind him as he began after the drunkard

"Don't worry, I merely will talk to him... I have several vandalisms as of late and so now I must be harsher about these kinds of things!" with that the man disappeared into the crowd in all it's merriment. the throng had grown so thick that it was near impossible to find anyone in it...

but Halls, the once sharpshoting, best archer of the Cithalos Chirch Guard, could spot his targets no matter where they may try to hide, and this Drunkard was not the exception.

Leave your ale on my sill, will you? he thought to himself as he followed the drunkard through the throng.

Well... here, let me return it to you... by tossing it in your face.

((Just let him go, Dobby))

Hukuna

((I'm just gonna let you continue on your own for now))

Supernovae

A man in a simple grey shirt and a well trimed beard and cropped hair stepped up to Maximus, a grin on his face

"Welcome," he began

"What'll ya be having tonight?" the man's gaze drifted away from Maximus as he spoke, eyeing a certain young women sitting across the tavern... he looked on as he saw her reach into the pocket of a waitress silently as she passed by her table, then as she counted a few coins as the waitress set down the tray of ale and food she was carrying on a table nearby, and began speaking to the customers sitting there as she handed them their mugs.

"Actually, one second there, friend... I'll be back to take your order as soon as I can..."

with that the man leapt over the counter, unsheathing a long, curved blade from his belt and heading towards the table where the young women counted her stolen cash...

Edited June 27, 2014 by Stratos

[Supernovae]

Maximus turned quickly to notice a young woman was the man's target, though Maximus wasn't quite sure why. He quickly reacted by reaching for his drake lance, the Steele Splinter. But, he didn't pull it out, not yet. He sat and watched, waiting to see what the problem was and what move he'd have to make.

[Snap Crackle Pop]

"Thank you~!" Octavia said to the street food vender, placing the coins in her hand into the hand of the baker. She ravenously took a large bite into a very sugary looking pastry and continued navigating through the busy streets.

She was tall and well built, looking to be about 20, slightly older maybe, and was wearing a dark blue grey hooded cloak that was made for a traveler. Underneath, she wore a dark blue shirt, black pants and a pair of very well worn leather boots, with a leather bag slung across her body. Her hair was dark and messy falling around her shoulders. On her back there was an odd looking scythe, the handle and blade was made out of metal but it was folded at a 90 degree angle near the base of the blade so it didn't protrude and smack a stranger on the street as she walked. The handle was straight and slightly shorter than the owner, with the blade longer than that of a regular scythe. It looked heavy, but it appeared that the owner was used to it.

Ahh, this is nice, she thought as she drifted through the streets, stopping everywhere to take in everything. Festivals are nice, although... She finished her pastry, licking her fingers and looking up at the sky, she stopped in the street for a moment before realizing she was in the way, she started walking with the flow of the crowd again. The idea of why this festival is happening is so strange; Azuaqyar, the once slain God of this world is being reborn... I was just passing through and that news hit my ears... She chuckled to herself quietly as her eyes flickered through the crowd, looking at the many people crowing the streets. God is God, people can do what they want but I don't think one needs to worship him, he is no better than us if he died once, right? Well... Regardless, one does not often witness the return of such an entity, I wonder what that is going to be like...But, why is he going to return now of all times? How could he have been slayed to begin with? This is going to be an interesting night.

A soft smile flickered on her face as she walked here and there somewhat absentmindedly as she was checking out the numerous goods from numerous street vendors. She was inspecting a silver bracelet that was being sold, it had a nice weight to it and seemed pretty well made. Having already bought a bunch of nick knacks, she didn't really need it but a traveling apothecary made pretty good money anyways and she couldn't help herself. She walked away fastening it to her wrist. There is so much to see and do, Octavia thought, for now I guess it is better to live in the present than wonder of the future.

Edited June 27, 2014 by Snap Crackle Pop

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

Resurrection huh? Great..... Religious mumbo jumbo. Thought Sinbad to himself. After asking about he had leaned why the town was in a tizzy, though he didn't much care about it. Perhaps partying for a little while would be fun though? Anything to keep his mind off how bad his feet hurt from traveling for so long. Sinbad drank awhile with the locals, not really having any conversations of note. Luckily for him, he was pretty good at holding his alcohol. He started to make a little bit of an uproar down in the Markets. He Juggled his knives for a few passersby, leapt from building to building, and a few other small feats. Other than entertaining himself however Sinbad really wasn't all that interested in the festival. He didn't care much for Tall Tales and Fables as he saw them. He was a man out for adventure and quite sizable purse of coin.

[Chim]

Trystane walked around eyeing the festivities and holding Onyx’s reins in hand. He had come to Cithalos because a big city was a great place to find some clues about the black market. And who knows, that information might involve some particular slave-traders he was eager to meet. Even Cithalos, known as a Holy City, should have some darker inhabitants who were hiding in plain sight. And what better way than a festival to spot some thieves or other shady characters with ties to the black market.

Trystane paused when he saw a small inn. “Excuse me; can I have some water and hay for my horse? It has been a long journey.”

[Felicity]

With the minor encounter over, Darius' thoughts turned to his next course of action. His mind lingered on the Resurrection the man had spoke of. i suppose seeing a God be reborn is a sight worth seeing, Darius mused to himself if there is any credibility to this Prophecy. Darius began to stroll along with the crowd. With his steel plate armor jostling as he walked and his ever present bastard sword sheathed on his back, he felt as though he could handle whatever surprises the night held for him.

[Sutoratosu]

Supernovae

The bartender walked over to the table, the young women noticing his approach and trying to hide the coins under the table. he stopped at her table, looking down at her.

"Alright, out with the stolen coin," he began, his voice possessing a noticeable accent from the Diran area.

the young women shrugged her shoulders

"Why, I don't know what you are talking about, Ser."

The bartender scoffed at this

"Alright then," the Bartender said.

"It seems that you are going to try and play that game..."

without warning the bartender reached down and grabbed hold of the table, pulling his arm upwards with a furious shout and flipping the whole thing, sending the young women, along with the stolen coins, to the floor. the thing toppled through the air and landed upside down, a loud cracking sound echoing from it. the theif looked up at the Bartender, her face unreadable. The man reached over and grabbed a chair, flipping it so that it's back was to the young women on the floor. he lifted his foot up and put it on the seat of the wooden chair, taking his sword and slaming it down into the seat beside it with a thunk!, the weapon now sticking out of the wood like a sword in a stone.

He gazed down at the young women, his face a mask of fury

"We have already been through this the first time, have we not?" he asked her rhetorically

"What did I say I would do the next time I or one of my fellow bar workers caught you stealing from this fine establishment?" his voice had a much more noticeable accent now that he was angry.

the women tried to get up, he kicked the chair his foot rested on off to the side, yanking the blade out of the wood and holding it at the women's throat. behind him, the waitress who had been pickpoketed had appeared, her face scowling as she looked down and recognized the petty thief from before.

"Stealing from the same place twice, are we?" she asked angrily.

the man glanced at her over his shoulder

"Esmerelda," he began

"What did I say I would do to this petty little thief if I or any of my fellow bar workers caught her stealing from here again?"

the waitress, Esmerelda, as her name apparently was, answered

"You said you'd cut her throat and toss her out into the gutter with the rest of the trash. and I'm wishing you had done it the first time..."

The young women spoke up from the floor

"Oh it's just a few coins, you Ale Whore!"

Esmerelda looked down at her, furious. she pushed the bartender clear out of the way, causing him to trip over the flipped table nearby and fall to the stones.

"Sorry, Rodriguez" Esmerelda called out to him as he slowly got up, holding his head.

She returned her attention to the thief, tearing off her apron and revealing an pitch black tunic and pants and boots of the same color underneath. she reached down for the chair that Rodriquez, the bartender, had kicked. she snapped off the entire pole supporting the left side of it, hefting the makeshift staff in her hand as she spoke to the theif on the floor.

"Ale Whore, huh?" she began

"I admit, I've been called many things by rowdy customers while working here... but that was actually an original one." The theif took this moment to stand while Esmerelda was talking. she began reaching for something on the back of her belt, only to feel a sharp pain as the pole esmerelda weilded cracked against the back of her hand, sending the knife she was retrieving scattering across the floor...

Chimchain

The elderly women behind the counter of the Inn's lobby looked up as the nice young man asked her for water and hay for his horse.

"Why yes, of course," she said cheerfully

"right outside the front door and to the left you'll find the stable areas on the side of the building. there's water and hay there. take as much as your horse would like, sonny, free of charge."

Edited June 27, 2014 by Stratos

[Supernovae]

"Enough!" Maximus exclaimed from his seat. He was now standing, at his seat and held his weapon outward, not toward the group, but he was clearly in a position to make a move. "This show is over," he changed his attention to the woman, Esmerelda, "I have no patience for street justice, strike her again with your whip.,His glance quickly turned into a furious gaze, "and you won't live to regret it." He slowly began walking over to the thief-girl and stood in between her and Esmerelda. "And you girl, leave the gold and let's leave this place." He gave her a small smile and reached his arm down, beckoning for her to take it.

[Sutoratosu]

Supernovae

Rodriguez sprang up from the ground, twirling his curved blade in his hand before bringing it to a stop, holding it back handed along his arm.

he gazed at Maximus and Esmerelda, looking to see what his co-worker would do...

Esmerelda tossed her make shift staff to the ground, sighing disappointedly.

"Damn tourist..." she muttered under her breath.

"Fine," She said

"Go on, get out of here. but just remember, the next time you target this pub, this fellow here won't be around to save you from the consequences... now get out of my sight."

The young woman nodded her head, whispering in Maximus's ear as she turned to leave

"Thank you..." she said simply, then the next moment she was out of the door. nearby a magistrate sat back down at his table along with his partner... looked like they wouldn't have to intervene or make any arrest tonight afterall...

Rodriquez picked the table up, flipping it back up right and putting it back in it's proper place easily. Esmerelda reached down to the floor and put her apron back on, walking off towards the kitchen after giving a quick scowl at Maximus.

Nix Fucking Interlopers... she thought as she walked off, disappearing behind the corner of the hall. Rodrigeuz spoke to Maximus as he passed by him on his way back to the counter, returning his curved blade to it's sheath.

"We wouldn't have actually killed her, you know," he began calmly, completely devoid of the anger he'd shown while facing the theif "But with those types, it is best to make them think that you're angry enough that you will, otherwise they'll keep coming back again and again..."

He leapt back over the counter, turning to look at Maximus as he continued.

"though, I believe we've gotten it to the point where she does believe we will kill her if she steals from here again... Esmerelda has a hot temper... I wasn't expecting her to lash out like that... that is what convinced the little fool that we'd do it... and what convinced her even more was when you got up and intervened..."

He reached down, grabbing a mug and holding it up to a barrel spicket behind him, pushing down on the lever and causing a stream of froth and ale to flow down into the glass. Rodriguez placed on the counter before him.

"Come, sit... order some food, why not..." he reached behind him, pulling out a menu from a shelf and placing it on the counter top

"It's on the house for the help you were just know..." he gave the young man an ominous grin

"And besides," he continued

"I'm sure you did not mean that threat on Esmerelda's life just now."

Edited June 27, 2014 by Stratos

[Ragnar]

Gideon has just arrived outside of the Diran Gates,He can still feel the warm desert sand flowing around him as he looks at the entrance, He well equip carrying his two swords in his stealth located at his back and has white bandages covering most of his arms,limbs and half of his bottom face. He heard rumors that a festival of some sort is being held at the Holy city and people all over the world with join in this festivity. He has travel all this far to find a worthy opponent to challenge preferably a swordsman such as himself. The bandage covered turk enters the gates and makes his way to the west market.

where do i start? he looks around the busy streets filled with people celebrating and getting wasted. maybe i should find a blacksmith to check what they have to offer and if i'm lucky enough, ill find a worthy opponent there.

"Excuse me, where can i find a blacksmith?" he addresses and stares at a bystander nearby, Gideon has this unique stare that makes people uncomfortable with his cold blue eyes.

Edited June 27, 2014 by typhlosionrulez

[Sutoratosu]

Typhlosionrulez

Henry turned around as some stranger asked him a question about blacksmiths

"Yeah buddy," he began sarcastically, unphased by the strange blue eyes staring at him

"Try finding one of those working tonight..." with that he walked off away from the man, thinking to himself

There's no way a blacksmith such as myself or any others are gonna be opening shop on a night like this... who the hell travels to buy weapons anyway? we'd get better business simply by opening up tomorrow and taking tonight off... and besides...

he grinned as he waltzed off towards his smithery, passing by the shop and not thinking any more about the guy who'd asked him the question; tonight was the night that the Lord would rise again... and he wasn't about to miss that for anything.

How many people can say that they saw God himself rising from the dead?

[Supernovae]

Maximus was utterly baffled at the turn of events that just took place. He expected to leave with the girl, or even leave by himself, hell maybe he'd even leave with the guards. But, one thing was sure in Maximus's mind after he decided to help the girl, he knew he'd be leaving. Instead it seemed as if the bartender was grateful in making there story more believable. Perhaps this guy was a good man after all, he was even asking about the threats Maximus had made against his co-worker, and he seemed genuinely concerned.

"No, I wouldn't have killed her," he said, with a blank expression, "I guess we have a bit in common. I mean, you're not the only ones who know about the weight of a death threat." A slight smirk built on his face now and then suddenly Maximus let out a wild chuckle. "But, if you're sure you want to front my bill for threatening your waitress I can't say I'm in a position where I can turn you down," his stomach rumbled once again, this time far louder than usual, "But, I'll have you know, right now I can eat about a horse's weight in meat and I can most likely drink about the same."

[Shamitako]

Her hand slipped in and out of pockets easily. She never took much, she didn't want to bankrupt someone, she just wanted some money for bandages and food. Someone caught her cloak, her heart leapt. But a muffled apology showed that she hadn't been caught, yet. Her short height and lanky body made stealing money easy in a crowd like this. Her short curls snagged on someone's hand, and she muttered her own apology, while snatching a round object out of their bag. She'd come here because of the crowds. A large crowd was a perfect place for a thief, especially one like her.She could steal easily, and take little from each target. She felt a light brush in her pocket, not even enough to make her itch. But she knew what it felt to have someone picking your pocket, she turned quickly... And spotted a child, they looked to be about twelve. She sighed.

"Don't try to pick someone's pocket when they're almost as short as you. It puts your hands in awkward positions and makes it easier to feel." She said, tossing them the round object, a dull yellow fruit, "Now be off, and don't crouch so much, you look suspicious."

The child nodded, bewildered, his eyes wide with surprise. Amelia gave him a reassuring smile and nodded her head for him to go on.

A bit later, Milly was sitting in an alley. She'd nearly lost track of time, the crowds were becoming more organized and claustrophobic already. She should have been fully stocked and on her way out by now. But here she was, still going over her spoils. Soon the shops would close down for the main event, and she would have to wait until after to leave. It wasn't all bad, leaving was easier in a crowd after all, but she would have preferred she be gone by now. It would be as short as an hour before the mystic voodoo crap started, and she'd rather not be about for that. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, best not to dwell on it, there was nothing she could do after all. She closed her eyes to rest. She wasn't properly asleep, her senses were active and she could be alert at a moment's notice.

[Ragnar]

Gideon was displease after heard the man's answer and left. He's not satisfied with the results as he decided to follow his gut and start chasing after the man, the Turk stalks the man passing through the crowd. He finds himself at the front of a workshop where the man has entered. The swordsman quietly enters the door and wonders inside as he withdrew his dagger feeling uneasy.

[Sutoratosu]

Supernovae

Rodriguez laughed

"Yes, my friend," he said "I know the weight that a death threat can carry..."

his calm and almost merry demeanor faded in an instant

"But it never carries as much weight as when someone who has taken everything else from you already makes it..." he was now scowling... a long scar arcing across his face was plainly visible. despite this, he waved out his hand to Maximus, offering the man a seat at the counter.

"But enough on death... look though the menu of the day, see what sounds good to you."

Masterweaville898

Freyal leaned back against the wall of the alley, watching the young women as she began to drift off to sleep. he griped the talisman hanging from his neck, it's enchantment veiling him from sight from anyone not versed enough in Lenach to be able to see through it...

he was at a bit of a dilemma now... he was gonna go off and steal as much as he could tonight... without fear of being caught because of the huge advantage the Talisman's effect of invisibility granted him... though... maybe he didn't even have to leave this alley now.

he looked down at the young women... he'd known something was off about her when he had seen her walk into this alley... and he knew she was a thief when she went over her spoils. he got up from where he was leaning, twirling his knife in his fingers...

"Decisions, Decisions..." he said loudly, meaning to wake up the young women

"Oh the choices I am faced with... Either cut your throat and claim your spoils as my own... or actually have a bit of honor about it and leave you be... decisions..."

he gave a dark grin, though it's not like any part of him could be seen; to anyone who looked where he was, all they would see was the wall behind him.

"Decisions..."

Typhlosionrulez

Henry stopped, and turned, seeing the same stranger from before standing in his doorway, a dagger in his hands...

"Oh..." said henry

"I get it, you're a highway man... looking to rob folks in all the festivities... all right..."

Henry walked over to the counter of the show room of the Smithery, reaching down and grabbing a small steel ball. he stood back up and took out a small fusil from the folds of his tunic, stuffing the small ball into the chamber of it, then placing his finger on the hammer and trigger. he pointed the tiny weapon at Gideon, his stare fierce and defiant towards his presumed robber.

"This right here is a special project of mine... fires quicker than any other fusil you'll ever see..."

He laughed a little

"Though, that's assuming a vagrant such as yourself would even know what a fusil even is..."

He stopped laughing

"I'll give you one chance, friend... leave, now... do that, and this'll be the end of it. no one dead. no one robbed."

Edited June 27, 2014 by Stratos

[Shamitako]

Instantly, Milly was awake. There was a voice echoing from across the alley and to her left, getting a bit closer as it went. She'd had people sneak up on her before, and thus was used to locating them by more than just what she could see with her eyes. She just had one problem, she didn't have any knives on her. That was something she needed to buy.

"You could be honorable, or you could not. I don't see how it really changes anything." She said, letting a yawn reach into the end of her sentence, "I personally would rather you not slit my throat, since then I'd die slowly and painfully. It's be better if you aiming for the vein on the right of my neck, I'll die much quicker that way, though nearly as painfully."

Milly was really just trying to get her invisible foe talking, making it easier to locate him. He was far too calm for her to detect his heart or breathing. She, on the other hand, gave of evidence of being quite startled. Her heart raced, her breathing was harsh, and sweat was visibly forming on her brow. She was calming, but slowly.

"The best case scenario would be for you to simply be on your way, it's not as if I have much, just enough to buy a loaf or two of bread, some bandages, and a better knife." She added.

She realized immediately that mentioning the bandages would cause him to assume she was injured. Slips like that could be costly. If he thought her incapable of fighting back, he would likely assume her an easy target. Thus why she'd stated a "better" knife, as opposed to a new one. Still, it could also make him underestimate her. That would give her the tiniest advantage in a fight. But best to simply avoid it.

[Ragnar]

Gideon was slightly confused when heard the man accused him of being a highway man. "Wait!" he yelled. He grab and drop his face mask bandage from his mouth "too be fair you lie to me and secondly i'm much more dangerous than some money driven thug.. I'm a tusk." .He drops his dagger and reaches the handle of his sword ready to withdrew "How fast is your draw?" Gideon's stare intensifies.

"Look man i don't meant any harm. you have my word, i came here from the Diran dessert. i just want some information... what's the deal with this place?"

[Sutoratosu]

Masterweavile898

Freyal laughed... he could hear this women's heartbeat like it was a war drum... then he stopped suddenly.

"You try to act apathetic, but I can tell you're scared shitless right now." he walked up infront of the young woman "Absolutely pathetic... Keep your damn loot..."

he reached up and grasped the talisman, turning off it's effect, again becoming visible

he reached up and took of the glasses on his face, using his shirt to wipe them clean of debris before placing them back on his face... he'd been born with poor eyes, but his ears could hear things for miles... he glared down at Amilia as he continued speaking, a look of arrogance on his face.

"The Theif king, Freyal Lupai, does not need to take from the likes of you!" with that he turned and walked off down the alleyway,he had no more business with this pathetic little pickpocket...the things she said she had on her, which was quite inconsistent with what Freyal had seen her looking over earlier, wasn't even worth a third of the property he would probably be able to steal himself from the crowds tonight... or even what he stole on a daily basis... hell, the talisman around his neck alone was probably worth more than this woman's life... who know's how much a person would be willing to pay for the ability of invisibility whenever they so pleased to have it? and to think that he had stolen it just today from some crippled boy in a floating chair... he had to be more carefull than usual with that one, though... he barely managed to get out of sight before the cripples bodyguard glared right to where Freyal had been when he made the swipe...

he stopped reminiscing, pausing halfway to the end "Stealing from a two-bit thief such as yourself will only hurt my reputation in this city... and I've killed men before to keep that rep where it currently is."

with that, he gripped the talisman once more, disappearing from sight again. he started walking off out of the alley, twirling his knife in his hands a he strolled.

Typhlosionrulez

Henry lowered his fusil, smiling for some odd reason.

"Why, hello, Magistrate Atton." he said simply, looking at the hulking giant of a man in full gleaming plate armor and a bastard sword strapped to his belt who had appeared behind the robber in the doorway. he wore a white cloak over his armor, the symbol of the church emblazoned on the breast of it. his hand was on his great sword as he spoke

"Hello, Henry... is there an issue here?" he asked "I heard the words 'highway man' and 'robb' while walking by here and decided to drop in..."

Henry looked at Gideon "No, Magistrate Atton... I don't think there'll be any trouble here... if what this traveler says is true and all he seeks is information about the resurrection... though I wouldn't mind him leaving... I have to get going now if I want to get a decent view."

Magistrate Atton nodded simply. Henry walked past Gideon and out of the doorway. Atton smiled and waved cheerfully as Henry headed off down the street. then he turned his gaze on Gideon, his stare full of a crushing sort of effect that would make an wyrm back down in fear. he never took his hand off his great sword sheathed under his cloak as he spoke

"I saw you follow him to his home. you're a traveler in this city, not a resident. I'm going to advise you not to do something like this again, or else I will arrest you. what you did was trespassing."

he glanced off as Henry disappeared from sight.

"Now then, come with me and I'll explain everything about what's going on tonight as we walk." with that, he turned and exited from the door way, heading off down the street without waiting to see if the young man followed.

Edited June 28, 2014 by Stratos

[Shamitako]

Amelia was indignant, she hadn't been afraid, simply startled. Even so, she managed to quickly slip her hand in and out of the "Thief King's" pocket while he polished his glasses.He was pompous and sloppy, made her feel sick. She couldn't resist taunting him a bit. She flipped the coin she had grabbed, one of far greater denomination of any she would grab, in the direction he'd gone.

"Well, Mr. Lupai, you should really pay more attention to your pockets, and less to your glasses." She said, standing, "And further, any coward can take what they like when they cannot be seen. Someone truly skilled doesn't need to rely on cheap tricks."

She closed her eyes a moment and listened, then spun another coin, a smaller one she'd stolen herself, directly toward the whirling sound she kept hearing. She'd seen Freyal's knife, and could guess that he was twirling it, as it was something she herself did quite often. The coin didn't fly exactly as she had expected, and she figured Freyal would easily be able to realize it was coming and remove the knife from it's path. But if he truly knew what he was doing, he'd realize she'd thrown it exactly towards his twirling blade.

"And I'm not just some two-bit thief. I just only take what I need to survive." She added piercingly.

Milly had a reputation of her own, though likely it hadn't reached this far. She'd infringed upon other thieves territories before. And word had spread of the honorable thief. It wasn't something she was flaunted most of the time, but it had helped her once or twice with arrogant twits like this.

(OOC: I am enjoying this battle of one-upmanship. Of course there's no real answer, since Milly has never tried to steal all that much

Also, in case it wasn't obvious, Milly performs best at range )

Edited June 28, 2014 by MasterWeavile898