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

[Shamitako]

Amelia blinked as Deric popped up behind them. That was a neat trick. She watched the others' short back and forth for a moment before being questioned.

"He seems to have done quite well." She said stiffly.

She still found herself slightly off-put by Deric. Something about him just bugged her. She assumed it was likely just incompatible personalities, she'd run across a few people before who were perfectly fine, but she couldn't seem to bring herself to feel comfortable in their presence. She dared for a moment to think Deric might be hiding something important, but quickly dashed such thoughts away. Aaron trusted Deric, and despite having just met him, Amelia trusted Aaron. Unless given reason to believe otherwise, she would trust Deric as well. No matter how uneasy he made her feel.

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(OOC: It looks to me like it's both. Yes, it seems things are being hidden. And yes, Amelia will just never be comfortabubble with Deric no matter what he does)

[Supernovae]

Maximus had been running for quite a while. And with each few steps it seemed as if the streets were becoming more and more packed. In fact, he'd had to slow his run down to a walk due to the sheer number of people lining the streets. But, he could finally see it. The holy grounds. The site where in some short time history would be made. Maximus may not have been too excited when he'd arrived in the city. But, after seeing the sky slayer himself he couldn't help but be excited.

He kept walking forward, trying his best to find a good position, but still working to avoid any large groups of people. He didn't want to make the mistake of bringing up the sky slayer. Not tonight. Cithalocism was huge across the continent, but it was different here. It was the only thing that mattered and making the mistake of bringing up the sky slayer, especially on the night of the resurrection, well that would only end up poorly for Maximus.

But, there didn't seem to be any spots that he could see from. It was just too packed, in fact Maximus doubted he'd ever seen so many people in his life. And that's when the idea hit him. The roofs of the nearby shops were empty and for an Ekarder such as himself, it wouldn't be too difficult a jump. So Maximus walked back to the edge of the holy lands and jumped up to the roof of the nearest building. He looked back towards the holy grounds, and took a seat. Waiting patiently for the moment of truth to arrive.

[Snap Crackle Pop]

Octavia nodded lightly after hearing his tale. Watching him the entire time and listening, there was a faint frown that crept on her face while she was still in thought. She was trying to formulate a response, although she didn't know what quite to say. She couldn't imaging what it would be like to be in that sort of situation, although she figured that if she was, she would be pretty tired of people saying that they're sorry. A strange smell caught her nose-- well not strange really for someone in her profession to smell mint and sage-- but it was out of place in a big city.

"But... how? it is impossible for either to grow this high up in altitude... in this thin of an atmosphere..."

Psh... that too. A small part of her thought sheepishly.

"Very good, Eric."

Startled, she turned to the source quickly, surprised that someone else was listening and Octavia quickly sized up the older lady.

"But I must make one thing clear, I am very much still alive."

"Wha..." Octavia murmured very faintly. It took her a few moments to realize that he older lady was Eric's mentor, but, wasn't she dead? Then it occurred to her- He did say that she was caught in a magic trap of some sorts, but, if she was dead, and here before them saying that she was alive, maybe it wasn't quite so simple. Physically dead perhaps...? She didn't know enough about magic to say, but she didn't know enough to say otherwise.

[Ragnar]

Disappointed, Gideon walks out from the library and into the busy alley making his way through the group of people. He glance at them with disgust seeing them celebrating and getting drunk in the resurrection of their fallen god. These people grew weak under the comfort and protection in their so called skylord. i can't really blame them, he has given these people to much. Gideon halted as a drunkard blocks his way and was getting too close to him, "Pissed off!" Gideon said annoyed. he shove the drunkard and continues to walk to the holy grounds.He begins to climb the alley walls gracefully like a cat and makes his way to the top. it was not the best vantage point but atleast he can see what is going on around the holy grounds. Gideon sit back at the edge of the building waiting for the magic to happen .

[K_H]

Ko'luki sighed and hung his head in disappointment at the fact that the Door was protected by a Barrier.

"Marculo, I've got no clue about what to do next. Perhaps you've got an Idea of what to do?"

[Sutoratosu]

Masterweavile898

As he listened to Deric comment on his healing skills, Aaron remembered his vision... and that he needed to find Samiel, now. "Deric," Aaron began, turning his chair to face the man "Where is Samiel, exactly?" Deric glanced off towards the east.

"He and Arch Magistrate Atton went to the household in order to discuss the robbery before dawn this morning" he said simply, turning back to face Aaron as he continued his brow a bit furrowed in concern "Why... is it another vision?"

"Yes" said Aaron, giving a slight nod "something of the like" with that he willed his chair to turn in the direction of the east market square, setting of at an urgent pace that would've been the equivalent of someone in a heavy jog.

Deric felt a presence behind him, and turned around, knowing he'd find Decate and Marshall standing there. Marshall's bow hung lazily from his shoulder by the string, swaying back and forth gently as the man stood, eyeing Aaron as his shape grew smaller and smaller in the distance

"I'll follow behind him," he said, slinging his weapon of his shoulder and into his left hand, moving his other to the quiver of bolts strapped on his back and loading a single steel pillar of death onto the string, pulling it back and bringing the weapon to ready as it remained pointed downwards towards the ground "Make sure that nothing happens to him... there's pick-pockets and rogues abound tonight especially." Deric nodded his head.

"Good that." he stated simply as Marshall vanished from sight a second later

Supernovae

Rodriguez walked along the brightly lit street, Esmerelda following a few paces behind him, her face still a bit solemn from earlier. they were close to the Holy Grounds now, Rodriguez knew as such because he'd memorized the layout of the city long ago, he stopped walking the moment he caught a glimpse of the crowds a short bit up ahead, and turned to Esmerelda "We'll find no spot ahead," he said "though, to be fair, even if we'd arrived the better part of an hour ago, we wouldn't have been able to find a spot." Esmerelda said nothing as she gazed past him at the crowded masses whom he was referring to. she turned her stare back down to the cobblestones of the street below.

"It doesn't matter," she said "we'll be able to see the resurrection from anywhere in the city so long as there are no buildings blocking the view of the skyline" with that she looked up to a few of the nearby rooftops lining the avenue, noticing the gleam of armor in the lunar light and snapping her attention over to the source of it, seeing Maximums standing there atop the shingles of a quaint home. surprisingly, she felt no hate or even anger rise up ... all that was there now was a strange mix of emotions that not even she herself could dicipher. Rodriguez looked over to where she was looking, spotting Maximus as well.

"Ah," he began, calling up to the young Ekarder "there you are my friend; Mind if we join you up there?"

Snap Crackle Pop

Eric stood there, speechless for a moment before he managed to find his voice and finally ask "But... I saw you...How?" It was a valid question... He'd witnessed her being destroyed by the trap inlaid into the hex, seen how it had leapt out at her almost in an anamalistic fashion, how it had consumed her whole in a wave of darkness, and left nothing behind but her golden scythe, the very same that now hung on Eric's hip. The old woman simply kept smiling as she sat there up on the roof in the somewhat shabbily built chair, it was old and more than a little weather worn, and should've creaked whenever a person put or shifted their weight into it, yet the chair was completely silent as she sat in it, even the quietly howling wind blowing made more sound in the night.

"You saw the secondary curse laid into the hex destroy me bodily," she began, the scent of wild herbs beginning to fill the area as the wind blew in, making the entire street smell as if it were an Apothecary shop "But mentally, as a conscious entity without a physical vessel, I was still very much alive; you could say that I've merely become unbound from the needs of bodily living, as well as some of the restrictions of it, I do not eat, sleep, nor bath. I have no need to, I never feel the pain of hunger in my gut, nor the burning of thirst in my throat, nor does dirt and grime have any hold on me."

"But, what happened back then?" Eric asked, gazing up in puzzlement at what his old mentor meant "If you didn't die, then where have you been the past three and quarter years?"

"That is a matter another time, Eric. Right at this very moment, the wheels of fate are beginning to turn..." she looked over at Octavia, eyeing the young woman up and down, as if carefully scrutinizing her worth, she relaxed her gaze a few seconds later however, apparently having found her worthy of whatever she was looking for within her "And you will be caught in the tides of the future yet to come, Young lady. I can see your future... so many paths... so many possibilities.... but there is one factor set in stone: you will be out of this city by daybreak, that is what I see no matter which course you set yourself on" with that said, the woman vanished from the roof as silently as she had appeared, leaving Eric and Octavia both staring up from the street, thoroughly perplexed by what she meant.

Finally, Eric broke the long silence that was beginning to form in the wake of her apparent departure. "wait...When did she become able to see the future?" he asked simply to no one in particular, more of just stating his thoughts out loud.

K_H

"How about you try opening the damn door," Marculo said, still glaring like a viper at Ko'luki "Perhaps the force of the blast knocked it loose." he should've been speaking in a more honorific tone, but given the fact that he was almost killed by this Idiot who lit bombs inside a narrow, enclosed corridor, he wasn't much in the mood to show politeness. In fact, he was beginning to have second thoughts about bringing this man to see Guild Master Eros...

King Murdoc

"I'm sure that this was the right way, Ser." said the young knight as he held up a weather beaten, ale stained map of the area. over in the wares wagon, a portly man dressed in fine robes glanced around warily at the stones and slopes and low lying shrubs and bushes stretching out before them. going north, the Lord's road was not a traveler friendly place. despite it being the only direct over land route to the Mega Fortress, the Castle Nix, it was still more of just a loosely beaten path in a dense wilderness than it was an actual length of road. steep drop offs, unstable cliffs and slope, harsh wind storms, and the sheer altitude all threatened to do in anyone who was foolish enough to not have caution while passing through... or those who had had a bit of ale before departing, such as this very merchant and his entourage had.

"Give me that damn map, boy." he demanded, his voice a bit slurred, but still decipherable enough. the young man walked over to the wagon and handed it to him, glancing around quickly at the steep slopes up ahead as he did so.

"We should figure out where we are and then hurry out of here, Ser" he said quickly as he stepped away from the fat merchant and his slight drunkenness, his hand moving down to the hilt of his sword, where it sat idle across the pommel, prepared to draw at a moments notice "Highway men could easily be lurking anywhere around here... especially on the high-ground."

The merchant grumbled as he looked over the map "You worry to much, Cestor" he said as he spotted where they'd gone wrong, they had made the wrong turn at the split in the road a few miles back, so instead of them heading back east on the road towards their home city of White Shield, they had instead continued traveling on the road north towards Castle Nix. he folded up the map as he smirked at the young man "There are four of us, you and Tyrilus, whom I hired for protection, and then my nephew and myself. Even If you're only worth half the coin I paid you, then a single Highwayman, or even two or even, Sky Lord forbidding, Three or four, would give us no threat on this road."

"Yes..." Said Cestor unsteadily, trying to feign a smile to hide how unconfident he was in that estimation "I assure you, Ser... Tyril and I will give you what you paid for."

Little did any of them know, however, that up on a nearby ridge, hiding behind the lip of a rocky outcropping and looking out over their whole conversation, was the man known as Martim. Axe nearby, he watched as the two men finished their talk below and began to turn the wagon around. Martim counted only two, but with the wind howling tonight, most of the words of the conversation had carried up to where he was, and he'd been able to hear the fat merchant mention another armed guard and his nephew being in their company. he did not want to do this... but the thrice bedamned Magicks Department had left him no choice... he stood no chance trying to make ends meet as a bard as he could once, he'd be captured in a day; a man playing an instrument and wondering the land was precisely what the wanted bills described him as. and so here he sat, gripping his Axe tightly in his hand. It was truly a shame such a good man had been driven to such a low as robbing travelers... but he had had no say in the matter... it was either this or being caught and probably killed.

And besides, the envoy was starting to get away... and the fat merchant looked wealthy enough that he wouldn't miss a night's worth of profits.

((You're all set up, Murdoc...))

Edited July 10, 2014 by Stratos

[Supernovae]

Maximus turned to see where the voice was coming from, quickly noticing Rodriguez and Esmerelda. Upon seeing them a smile quickly grew on his face. "Of course!" he called out to Rodriguez, "And I mean no insult but," he paused, looking at the two of them with a friendly smile on his face, "Can you get up on your own or are do you need assistance?"

[Snap Crackle Pop]

Octavia stood silently in the moments after the old lady's departure, her gaze falling from the now empty chair to the ground beneath her feet, a blank expression on her face. I will be out of this city by day break... I suppose that means I won't get much sleep, huh... Many paths and possibilities but one thing is set in stone.. that also must mean I am going to have to make a choice between now and tomorrow... The wheels of fate are beginning to turn, eh? She sighed silently, flexing her fingers

Did she have to be so vague? Why say anything in the first place when nothing important was learned? Or was there a reason I am not aware of? Why did she not speak a word to Eric after all this time? Was she only recently able to talk with people now? What the heck happened to her exactly? A thought flickered through Octavia's mind that almost made her laugh out loud, realizing how ridiculous it all was. Why me? People make choices and chose their fate- that is part of living, why say that to me in particular? I can't see anything that I could do that would even make a ripple in this world. Under what circumstances...

"Wait...When did she become able to see the future?" Glancing at Eric after he broke the silence, she looked up to study the sky as she thought. Good question, was she always able to do that, or was that the result of the circumstances of her technical death? If the latter is the case, was that intentional? Was that the reason for the curse in the first place? If they got close enough to curse Princess Elisia, it would have been a lot easier to just up and kill her rather than risk the chance of her recovery. If such is the case, what were the intentions? Did they do that so that the trap would fall on someone like Eric's mentor? It would be a good disguise and would send most pursuers looking at the wrong people for the wrong reasons. Three years is a long time, whoever did it is now long gone. As Octavia thought, she chewed on her inner lip and cheek, making odd expressions in the process. I suppose most of these questions will be answered in time, but, I hate not knowing- particularly with something like this.

"Do you have any idea who made Princess Elisa ill?" Octavia asked, turning her head to face Eric.

Edited July 14, 2014 by Snap Crackle Pop

[Chevaleresse]

Matrim deftly vaulted over the rock he had been taking cover behind and shuffled quickly down the slope, maintaining his footing despite the broken terrain. He calmly approached the caravan at a walk, axe held loosely, giving him the appearance of being relaxed. He planned to simply walk up to the caravan, grab a bag or five for goods, and walk off. However, the bard stayed ready for the "guard's" response. Ah, if only I could get around like the good old days. I wouldn't need to crack anyone over the head, and I'd probably end up making more off of tips than I will now by taking his goods.

[Sutoratosu]

Supernovae

"No need, my friend." Rodriguez called up to Maximus as he reached out and silently placed his hand on Esmerelda's shoulder, the two of them vanishing instantly from the street below as the wind began to stir.

"I hate it when you do that without saying anything..." Esmerelda Protested from behind Maximus, if the young Ekarder turned around, he'd see the two of them standing on the roof with him. Rodriguez walked up to the crest of the shingled surface and took a seat, leaning back on the incline as he looked out over the holy grounds in the distance, the view of the skyline from here perfectly clear.

"Get over it," he said "Light Walking is always a bit disorienting the first few times."

Snap Crackle Pop

"No," Eric said, shaking his head as he turned to look at Octavia "Whoever did it was experienced enough to know to cover their tracks... none of the Court Sages were ever able to determine who had laid the hex, and I never tried... if they couldn't find out, what reason did I have to think I'd be able to?" he glanced of towards the holy grounds as he spoke, quickly turning back to Octavia "But enough about that..." he continued "The resurrection's going to begin soon, If we leave now, we might be able to find a decent viewing point.." he paused, scratching the back of his head as he realized just how assumptive using the word 'we' in that sentence had been. he spoke after a few seconds, a bit sheepish now "I mean, if you care to watch with me, that is. I've honestly no say in what you decide to do."

King Murdoc

Cestor accompanied the front of the Wagon as his portly employer began to turn it around to backtrack down the path, stopping in his tracks however when he heard Tyrilus call out from the back

"Cestor," he began, hopping out of the rear flaps of the wooden covered cart and drawing his sword as he eyed the man who had just slid down from a nearby slope "We've company!" Cestor glanced back over his shoulder, spotting Martim there, and drawing his own blade a second later, moving to the rear of the cart and standing beside Tyrilus as the other young man drew his shield off of his back, getting into a defensive stance.

"Looks like we'll be actually earning our Coin this time," Cestor said to Tyril as he began eying the man in the distance up and down... he didn't seem that threatening... but he was a highwayman, no mistaking it... why else would he have been hiding up in the slopes only to drop down as soon as they had turned their backs? the wagon pulled on further and further down the road as they stood there, heading back to the fork where it had made the wrong turn earlier, the two young men in Armor standing before Martim, blocking his path forward in order to provide time for their employer to escape, as was part of their agreement when they'd been hired.

"Ay," Tyril responded before looking over at Martim, a strange glare in his eyes "It's a shame that you chose this Merchant to rob, Highwayman," he spat venomously "A shame because you could've lived so much longer had you and the two of us never crossed paths." despite these aggressive words however, he merely stood there at the ready, preferring rather to let this vagrant make the first move and finish him then, instead of wasting valuable energy by rushing towards him... it was still a long road to White Shield... and Sky Lord knows whether or not he'd have to deal with more bandit scum along the way...

Edited July 14, 2014 by Stratos

[Chevaleresse]

"Oh, don't mind me, I was just going to help myself to a bit of coin here. Doesn't look like your employer here will miss it, you know?" Matrim continued to stroll casually after the wagon and toward the two men. He would wait for them to make the first move, then try to knock them out or wound them so they couldn't chase after him any more.

[Sutoratosu]

Murdoc

"Stop." Cestor demanded as Martim moved a bit closer "It matters not whether he may or may not miss a few stolen coins," he raised his sword up to the ready, glaring fiercely at Martim... it was strange, he and Tyril had been on several guard missions such as this, and most of the other times, the Highway men attacking them would be the one's displaying growing aggression, not themselves... not that it mattered right now. They had a contract, and nothing except death was going to make either him or Tyril lay down their arms. the sound of heavy foot falls and the clanging of armor sounded from nearby, and Cestor turned in surprise to see his friend rushing towards the man, raising his shield up and letting out a fierce battle cry as he drew in closer, preparing to strike Martim across the face with it... looks like he had decided that he could expend some energy right now afterall...

Edited July 14, 2014 by Stratos

[Supernovae]

Maximus turned to Rodriguez in disbelief. He hadn't seen many people capable of light walking before, and if he had they certainly weren't working at a bar. In fact, Maximus could barely withhold his curiosity any more. He turned to the bartender, "If you don't mind me asking," he began, "How did someone like you end up working at a pub? Surely with your talents you could at least hold a position in the city watch, if not even the Magistrate."

[Sutoratosu]

Supernovae

"Now that, my friend," Rodrigeuz began, chuckling a little "Is quite the story. I actually was a magistrate, but I have long since Retired..." he glanced over at Esmerelda "Perhaps if you ask her, she will see fit to tell you the story of how I ended up in this city." with that said, he merely sat there, continuing to watch the thronging masses assembled in the Holy Grounds, Esmerelda glaring at him behind his back, obviously displeased that he'd volunteered her for the task, though her face lit up a little with surprise when he spoke again "Do not give that look," he began, a bit scoldingly "You do not have to tell him anything if you do not want to." the two were completely silent after that, leaving Maxwell to decide whether or not he wanted to hear about their past.

[Supernovae]

Maximus grinned kindly at Esmerelda. He hadn't noticed her beauty in the alley-way or in the restaurant, perhaps due to the stress of those situations. But, now in the open moonlight he couldn't help but notice her. "It would be my honor to hear your tale."

[Snap Crackle Pop]

"Oh yeah," she mused, with slight surprise, having forgotten about the resurrection that was supposed to take place, funnily enough. Though, she was somewhat preoccupied with her thoughts. "Sure, why not," Octavia answered with a slight shrug, deciding it couldn't hurt. There would inevitably be a large crowd anyways, despite her preference for being alone, might as well watch with him.

(OOookay, the Wynaut was not intentional)

Edited July 15, 2014 by Snap Crackle Pop

[Chim]

The ride with Onyx cleared Trystane’s head. He decided not to think about the old woman anymore as she either was plainly nuts, liked to scare tourists or ate too much of the wrong herbs; which would explain the smell.

Meanwhile it was already late and almost time for the resurrection he had heard so much about. His curiosity got the best of him as he delayed his search for the black market and decided to go take a look. He was still skeptical about it as it was probably a trick played by people with power to gain even more influence over the commoners.

After a few more minutes Trystane noticed he came closer to the Holy Grounds. The streets were packed with people and it was hard to find a decent spot to watch; at least if you weren’t riding a 5’8” horse. After making his way undisturbed through the crowd, ignoring the few swearing people as they got out of the way, Trystane found a decent spot to watch.

(I decided to move Trystane to the Holy Grounds as everyone else seems to be headed that way)

[Chevaleresse]

Matrim noted the man's charge. "You'll regret that, friend." With a dextrous step, he moved out of the charging guard's path. As he passed, Matrim gave him a quick shove in the direction of the other guard, and followed up with a strike at his head from the back side of his axe.

[Sutoratosu]

Supernovae

"Fine," Esmerelda said, a bit hesitant as she herself took a seat on the roof top, looking out at the crowds "We both hail from the desert, Rodriguez was once a magistrate for the Sultanate..." she glanced over at Maxwell, debating just how much of her own history she wanted this man to know "When I was almost fourteen," she continued, snapping her gaze away from him and deciding not to trust the man with any specific details "I lost my family... Rodriguez found me, took me in when I had no one and nothing left, raised me as if I were his own-" Rodriguez broke in just then

"Because in a way," he began "She was..." he looked to her as he continued on "You and my blood-born daughter actually share the same date of birth...in fact, had she have lived, you two would be around the same age right now..." Esmerelda stared down at the shingles of the roof at that bit of information, not sure how she felt about it... this was really the first time Rodriguez had ever spoken about his real daughter... at least, the first time when he knew that Esmerelda was listening.

"he retired a few years after he took me in... in the Sultanate," she continued from where she left off, deciding just to put the comment aside for now "Law officials are required to step down from their task upon reaching age forty. after he hung up the white, he started to teach me everything he knew... how to ride camels and horses... how to fight with sword and staff, and even with my bare hands, he even taught me how to listen to the Spheres..." she glanced back over at Maxwell, seeing no reason to trust him with any more of their story "we came to this city a few years ago, decided that we'd stay." with that, she was obviously done with the story. she sat there silently, refusing to say any more, she actually thought sh may have said too much...

Snap Crackle Pop

"Very well then." Eric said simply before turning and beginning to walk off down the street, headed for the holy grounds without turning back to see if Octavia was following.

Murdoc

"looks like we're not dealing with the average cut-throat here..." Cestor muttered as he watched Tyril fall to the dirt beside him, getting up and rubbing the back of his head, a visible welt beginning to rise there. he recovered his senses and picked his sword up from where it lay nearby, glaring at Cestor as he stood up.

"What the hell are you waiting for?" he demanded harshly as he tossed his shield to the side of the dirt road, placing both hands on the hilt of his blade as he stood at the ready, having learned from his mistake of charging earlier. he was about to go in for another attack when Cestor elbowed him across the bridge of the nose, sending the man again sprawling in the dirt, spitting and coughing as he tried to spit out the dust that had gotten into his mouth during the fall.

"just stop your rampaging for a second," Cestor ordered as he stood over him, lowering his blade back down to his side as the other young man stopped his coughing and looked up angrily at him.

"What the hell was that!?" Tyril shouted, standing up to meet Cestor face to face, though he was a good two inches shorter than him. "just whose side are you on!?"

"Just shut up for a moment," Cestor replied, looking over at Martim as he spoke "Who are you?" he asked simply "you're no highway man, there's absolutely no way you are; a real bandit would've struck my friend here dead the moment they saw an opening in his clumsy charge, not simply hit him across the back of the head."

Edited July 16, 2014 by Stratos

[K_H]

"You know what, Marculo, I just got another idea. I'll be heading outside, and trying to go in through a Window."

Ko'luki then headed towards the Door.

[Snap Crackle Pop]

Octavia followed after, shoving the words of the old lady out of her mind so she could focus on the present. If they were lucky, they would be able to get a good view of a God being reborn. Not something many get to see and it would be a shame if she missed it pondering questions without answers.

[Chevaleresse]

"Who are you? You're no highway man, there's absolutely no way you are; a real bandit would've struck my friend here dead the moment they saw an opening in his clumsy charge, not simply hit him across the back of the head."

"You know, I'm quite glad you asked that. I don't think that you lads really need to die; you're simply in the way of my next few meals. If you keep trying to kill me, well, I'll do the same to you, but I would rather we didn't do such a thing." He started toward the wagon again. "Now, can we please finish up this unpleasantness? I'm sure you'd like to be on your way, though I doubt your employer will be happy with you."

[Sutoratosu]

K_H

As Ko'Luki went to try the door leading back to the shop, he found that it was aparently locked. no matter how hard he tried to get it to budge, it simply wouldn't open, though if he looked down, He'd see a strange sigil on the door handle...

"What's the matter now?" Marculo called out from the other end of the corridor, still a bit miffed...

Snap Crackle Pop

((You're scene is finished now))

Murdoc

"I'm afraid that we still can't allow you to simply rob our client," Cestor said, not budging from his spot, but sheathing his blade; there'd be no blood shed this night if he could help it. "Though... Perhaps there is another way; a man such as yourself does not seem the type to resort to such horrid deeds as brigandry unless he was left no choi-"

just then, a peircing, inhuman shriek sounded all through the canyon along with the sound of splintering wood and a man shouting, Tyrilus sprang up from the ground as Cestor glanced back to see what was going on, and began running off back towards where the wagon had gone "Shit," he began, cursing loudly "Cestor, enough with that Vagrant, if we don't do something, now, then we won't even have an employer soon!"

Cestor cast a quick glance back at Martim, then took off after Tyrilus, only to stop dead in his tracks when he spotted the wreckage of the cart, bags upon bags of Myta torn upon and spilled haphazardly around it, there was no trace of the Merchant and his Nephew... nor of what in the Sky Lord's name had attacked them.

"Son of a Bitch!!" Tyril called out loudly, breaking the eerie silence that had fallen over the scene "Who the hell's gonna pay our wages now!?" Cestor walked over to a bag that had spilled, raking his hand through the coins that had scattered, casting a silvery glint on the road.

"Tyril." he called, though the other young man couldn't hear him as he continued his ranting.

"I didn't fucking want to become a guards men to fat, greedy bastards like him, I said It was an aweful Idea, but you convinced me otherwise, and now look what happene-"

"TYRILUS!" Cestor shouted angrily "Shut the hell up, it doesn't matter that he's dead, we'll still get our wage, and much more!" Tyril stopped for a moment and looked over at him, a look of realization coming over his face as he processed what he had just heard.

"Oh..." he began "that's right...erm... never mind anything I just said, I always knew this would be a good idea"

"Sure you did..." Cestor replied sarcastically as he stood, looking out over the wreckage and trying to count the bags... there was Twenty, at the very least...all of them full to bursting at the seams "Guess the Highwayman will get some too..." he muttered to himself "There's no way the two of us would be able to carry them all back..."

[K_H]

Ko'luki answered Marculo while examining the door thoroughly, a tone of irritation in his voice.

"I tried entering the Shop, but the Door leading out is lo-"

Ko'luki then stopped speaking as he noticed the Sigil on the Doorknob, and then spoke up again, this time with a tone of surprise in his voice.

"hang on a second, there's some sort of Sigil on the Knob!"

Edited July 17, 2014 by K_H

[Shamitako]

(OOC: ULTIMATE UBER UNSTOPPABUBBLE... Really crappy post incoming. I will hate myself for this in the morning. Also IDK if this is the right color ono) ...

Amelia was somewhat surprised at Aaron's sudden departure. Uncertain of exactly what to do, she broke off into a silent run. It took a bit to close the distance to her friend, his chair was fast. Her thoughts paused. Friend? She pondered. She barely knew the man. Yet she had that same type of feeling, the one that made her uncomfortable around Deric, telling her to trust Aaron. Maybe it was simply because he helped her without a second thought. Or maybe there was more to it... Not that she had time to think about that. She kept to the shadows somewhat behind Aaron, unsure whether he would be okay with her following. Then she noticed that another, one of the men from the roof she assumed, was also chasing after him. She slowed her pace slightly and let him pass, best to keep her distance until she knew for certain. She did let herself make a bit more noise, however. She hoped that she might draw Aaron to look back, though she risked this other spotting her as well. Content she could maintain this state and pace for some time now, she allowed her mind to wander. Amelia believed in a sort of reincarnative destiny. That in a way, everything was destined to repeat indefinitely until all was perfect. That certain people's souls passed on and came back hundreds of years later. During the time they were gone, they were kept in one of several otherworlds alongside those who had only been remembered enough for one life. These otherworlds would maintain a soul in a constant range of specific emotions, scaling from the Pit of pure Hatred, to the Stars of pure Hope. Where a soul ended up was determined by how one was remembered. She wondered now if Aaron was a friendsoul, the reincarnation of a person a previous iteration of her had befriended or helped. But if so, what was his role? And more importantly: What was hers? She had never even dreampt she could be on of those who returned. By her belief, only those who's first incarnations had done something that truly effected the world were provided the priveledge of returning to better it. It was beyond her wildest dreams to be provided such an opportunity. She had worked all her life to be something, and it seemed all her work might be coming to fruition. ...But as her initial burst of excitement faded, she realized it was all really just wishful thinking. Best to assume this was her first time around, and to work to make her mark so she could have a next time. ... (OOC: Am I to assume the Cithalicism peoples are highly intolerant of variation? (That's how they felt in the OP, like the Catholic church in medieval Europe, which I assume they're based on) Because I'm still working out how she pieced this mess together... It would be simplest if they were and she took a bunch of random philosophies and somehow came up with this. It makes sense for her to have constructed a belief system where hard work nets a large payoff. Also, I think this may have turned out longer than expected, yay. Explaining Amelia's made-up (at least I intended for them to be made-up, I suppose she could have gathered it all from one place. I.E. She wouldn't be the only ones harboring this belief. But I feel that doesn't make sense in the setting) philosophies is actually kinda time-consuming)