[1x1] Tempted Fates

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Post by Arkania » Sat Mar 02, 2019 6:04 pm

"It's hard to say," Lian replied to her cousin, brow furrowing. As a Paladin she could sense the presence of evil auras, but she couldn't discern from what the auras originated from. The ability was even further limited as she could only sense evil within a certain radius. All she knew was that there was a faint sense of a greater evil, something thicker than the auras emitting from the common goblins. She'd know more once they were closer to the source. Before either of them could speak of it further, they were interrupted by a sharp twang of a crossbow. Tarsus stiffened slightly, turning around towards Faye, whom was now casually removing a bolt from a dead goblin. "Nice shot," he commented, giving her a nod of appreciation. It was good to see that some was watching the rear.

He definitely needed to be paying more attention. Unlike Lian, whom was well armoured and able sustain damage, Tarsus was in casual clothing. Therefore the 'squishiest', but he had a solution to that. He placed his hand upon his chest, his signet ring glowing slightly, before a thin veil of arcane energy blanketed his entire body. It was a handy little spell known as Mage Armour. It wasn't exactly as durable as a set of plate mail or leathers, but it was better than nothing and increased his defense substantially. Once they were all ready, Leliandra made to take the lead, surprised that Faye walked passed her to do so herself. She raised an eyebrow, holding her shield out in a gesture of acceptance. A rogue taking point wasn't unheard of, especially when stealth was to be used to their advantage, but Lian would be ready to step in to take the brunt of the damage once battle began...and it would happen sooner or later.

They didn't get very far, as a trap was found; one they probably would have set off if not for Faye's well trained eyes. Lian had to admit having the other woman here was proving to be very advantageous. "Is there such a thing as smart goblins?," Lian asked, eying the rather sophisticated trap wearily. Tarsus shook his head and continued forward a loud, threatening sound piercing the silence like a knife. Well, they knew they were here. They traversed the dark passages after Faye, the darkness slowly consuming them, the magically glowing gem a soothing beacon amongst the black. Deeper and deeper they went, the air becoming stangnant and moist, heavier to breath. Eventually they came to an opening in the cavern, the path walls coming up high and eventually narrowing, almost like a funnel as it went on.

"A perfect place for an ambush," said Lian, her shield up, sword raised. There was a moment of stillness, before all hell broke loose. Out from the narrow passage came the screams and shouts of several goblins, the grotesque beings shoving each other forward through the passage in an eagerness to get to them. From the top of the high walls, a ledge could be seen, where even more goblins had positioned themselves to attack them with bows and javelins. Well, shit. Lian let our a shout, before charging forward into the passage to meet the goblins head on, unwavering. Her shield came forward violently, and bashed the first two goblins aside, as her longsword sliced into several others. She could stop them from advancing further, like the tank she was. The other goblins at the higher vantage points she would leave to her companions.

Tarsus immediately dashed behind a stalagmite, his back pressed hard against the cold stone, as a javelin narrowly missed his head. He twirled his battle staff in his hands, the small blade at the end piercing the chest of an unlucky goblin that tried to charge at him, it's body flung carelessly to the side. Then, he turned his attention to the archers atop the ledge, Tarsus summoning arcane power from his reserve. His eyes glowed with the colour of electricity, the staff in his hands charged with power, until it burst forth in a blazing arc of electricity that shocked the entire line of goblin archers on the right side.
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Post by DMLyJa » Tue Mar 05, 2019 8:33 am

As Tarsus took the right shelf of goblins down, she looked to the left side shelf and then back to Lian then back to Tarsus. With a soft sigh, she takes the crossbows strap and pulled it over her shoulder to hang down before she took a couple steps back. With a running start, she jumped to a section of the cave wall before leaping off of it to stand with one foot on the stalagmite, her other out to help provide her balance as she pulls the crossbow free again and takes aim at the shelf of goblins to the left. She would easily take them out one at a time with her quick reloading of the bow, her extended leg now coming to tuck up under, her foot on the straightened knee.

She watched them each fall down below easily enough, while placing her other foot on the top of the stalagmite and bends her knees. She attempts to jump to the ledge, the impact of the shelf hitting her chest caused a groan of pain. Shoving the crossbow onto the ledge, she used her hands to grip the rock and her feet move to find placement before pushing herself up. Rising up, she takes up the crossbow and shoots another goblin who had found a way past Lian and headed towards Tarsus. She narrows her eyes before she moves along the shelf to where the walls near each other.

Her eyes take in Lian a moment, a second spent to appreciate what she had to offer, something rarely seen by a woman where she is from. She kicked a pebble down to tink off the woman's armor before moving around the corner, past Lians spot and more into the goblin clan’s area. The shelving became very narrow, Fayette would bite her lip behind her mask. She looked around a moment before raising her crossbow and taking hold of one of the bolts from her quiver and loaded it before she aimed at one of the goblin Shamans. They had kept summoning more goblins from their position back in the caves, causing the horde that was rushing her companions.

With a simple shot, she hit him square in the heart and she loaded quickly twice more, taking out the remaining two Shamans, leaving those below with only the number that stood. She lowered her crossbow and flung the strap over her shoulder before pressing her back against the cave wall and turning her feet to face outward. She began moving along the shelving in a pliate position, her head pressed back against the wall as well, each movement based on touch and hope. Two javelins flung towards her, one hitting the cave wall next to her head and the other chipping the rock stone her foot was about to be placed on. This caused her foot to slip and she began to fall; she attempted to turn her form around and grab a hold of the rock face.

She wasn’t as fortunate this time and fell down the stone face, her cheek grinding against he stone, the cloth mask caught between the friction. As she landed against the cave floor, her form would take the hit but she would be able to tumble into an upright position and face the few goblins who noticed her presence now. She narrowed her eyes at the sight of the numbers she was in the room with now before threw her gloves to the ground. Shaking her hands once, she released a loud shout before her hands clap together, unleashing a thunderwave at the goblins within.

They would be shoved against the wall, causing several to fall from concussions, others would just slam into the wall, the pressure against Lian would grow from the pressure of the spell. The thunderous clap would fill the room and passage, consuming the rest of the cave and causing it to shake hard. The sound deafened all but a few, and possibly causing her companions to loose their hearing or hear ringing loudly for a short while. She took this moment to begin to search for her bow and the bolts that she was certain had fallen out of her quiver.
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Sirens Call Tavern - Belia Frelve'len | Tempted Fates - Fayette 'Faye' Delsh
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Re: [1x1] Tempted Fates

Post by Arkania » Fri Mar 08, 2019 11:21 pm

Chaos. That is one word that could describe the fighting that was currently taking place in the middle of the darkened mine shaft. Leliandra continued to slowly plow her way through the narrow tunnels, her sword faithfully slicing down goblin after goblin. Tarsus took care of one side of goblin archers with pure electrical magic, before sweeping up the lurkers that had managed to pass Lian with a swing of his battle staff and lesser arcane spells. Fayette had impressively slaughtered the other side of goblin archers, her rogue skills allowing her to perform uncanny acrobatics checks, where she disappeared farther into the tunnels and out of sight. Seconds passed and the goblin swarm lessened, leaving only a few for Lian and Tarsus to take care of. Whatever Faye was doing up ahead, seemed to be working to their advantage. With a tired sigh, the cousins glanced at one another with a nod, before pressing forward…only to be halted when a loud sound wave rocked the massive cavern walls. Lian steadied herself with one hand against the rock wall, Tarsus clumsily bumping into her. Loose rock and debris sprinkled over them, their ears ringing in protest after the sound wave passed. They took a moment to recover, before continuing down the dim pathway. Surprisingly, neither of them suffered from any serious injuries, aside from new bruises here and there and minor lacerations that would mend quickly.

When they reunited with Faye, Tarsus was impressed that she had managed to kill so many goblins on her own, in near dim conditions too. But they would have time to celebrate later, there was still things to be done, as Lian quickly reminded them. “Goblin Shamans,” she said, shaking her head. “It was a good thing we came when we did, less these hills would be swarming with goblin hordes bigger than the village of Haven.” Tarsus nodded, lightly kicking one of the goblin shamans in its ugly face. It was never a good sign when the shamans showed themselves. “On the bright side, it looks like we took them all out. There’s another completed quest to add to the books.” Lian ignored him, the paladin stepping around him and entering an even narrower passage that was concealed with a tattered cloth. Her light quickly faded from view, leaving Tarsus to shrug at Faye, before chasing after his cousin. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, but he emerged in a bigger cavern that was illuminated with an eerie purple hue. The ominous colour was coming from two floor chalices, which burned flames of purple. Centered evenly between the two fire sources, was a large shrine…but it was the stench that would hit them first and foremost. The smell of death and decay. On a blood-spattered rock sat a large, rotting rams head, its tongue lolled off to the side of its open mouth, its eyes black voids. Its horns curved in a grotesque upwards spiral and if one listened closely, they could hear the drip drop of the blood that leaked from its severed neck. Surrounding the rams head was several lit candles, flickering slightly, even though there was no source of a breeze. On the cave wall behind the disturbing scene was an obscure symbol painted in blood. In front of the ram’s head, rested a pile of pristinely white bones.

This was the source of the evil presence Lian had sensed. Her brow furrowed in a deep glare, the grip on her sword tightening. She recognized that symbol and the knowledge of what it represented caused a chill to run down her spine. Even Tarsus was at a loss for words, the wizard uncomfortable in the shrine’s presence. It was like the air was heavier here, almost like it sought to suffocate all that entered its domain. “A shrine to the Demon Lord Urazra,” seethed Leliandra. It was filth like this that Paladins sought to destroy; the evil that tainted the land. “What is such a shrine doing here?” asked Tarsus, the man holding his arm up against his nose to block out some of the putrid smell. His grey eyes looked over the symbol, which looked vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He took a step forward to get a better look, before Lian abruptly reached out to grab his arm, the paladin yanking him back roughly. “Don’t approach it!” she warned. She had seen the danger the moment it started to materialize. The evil aura radiated throughout the room was beginning to become denser, as the bones at the center of the shrine started to shake with life. Lian would not let the undead to rise! Planting her sword firmly into the ground, she stood behind it, hands settled against the pommel. Her back straightened, the woman taking a deep breath, before closing her eyes. As the bones rattled and started to form, Lian, quite literally, began to glow.

A soft golden radiance emitted from her body; her skin took on the golden hue, as well as her eyes. Her silver hair began to levitate around her head in soft rushes. Her lips moved in faint whispers as she channeled her holy energy, Tarsus urging her to hurry as the skeleton was almost formed. Just as the white skull began to rise to take its place on the sinuous spinal cord, Lian’s eyes burst open, her hand reaching out to grab her sword to raise it towards the sky. There was a flash of bright white light, Lian swinging her sword forward. “Burn in the cleansing fires of Solaris,” she said with finality. White fire had struck the ram’s head and skeleton like a hot thunderbolt. It’s cleansing heat ate at the evil filth, until there was nothing left but smoldering ashes. The purple fire died and the heavy atmosphere dissipated. Once Lian was stratified that there was no more source of evil, she nodded to her two companions, before making to exit the cave. They had been in the darkness long enough. Eager to leave as well, Tarsus motioned to Faye, before he too made for the exit.

The late afternoon sun was a welcomed sight as the party finally breathed fresh air. Neither of the Creswell’s seemed to be in a speaking mood, however, both lost in their thoughts. “The shrine complicates things,” she said, breaking the silence. “Shrines to the Demon Lord Urazra haven’t been seen for decades. To find one here, is troubling. It means there is a necromancer lurking about. And if there is a necromancer, then there will be more of them. A new cult, perhaps,” she muttered, half speaking to herself and half to the others. She had to inform the Order of the Shield about this. Off to the side, Tarsus’ eyes lit up, as if he had clued into something. “That symbol…the symbol of Urazra, I knew I’ve seen it recently. It’s on the quest notice boards in all the inns. Painted on the missing priestess requests. The one where a priestess was stolen away from her sanctuary in the mountains. It’s been uncompleted for a long time…maybe this is why.” Lian gave him a questioning look. “Are you implying these two incidents could be connected?” Tarsus nodded. That he was. Which also meant that Leliandra would be obligated to investigate, being a Paladin of Solaris, so she couldn’t force him home now. Ha! He loved it when things worked out the way they did.
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Post by DMLyJa » Mon Mar 18, 2019 7:19 pm

During their time in the darkness, Fayette moved around the background silently. She allowed Lian and Tarsus the theatrics of the cleansing, a small smirk crossing her lips behind the mask. Her quick and nimble fingers gathering random items and placing them within her pack, her silence holding true. She listened to Lians words, her eyes rolling as she continued her way around in the background. It wasn’t until the bright light flooded the cave that she turned away from it and grimaced.

She wasn’t quite fond of blessed beings, let alone the ones whose faith ran as deep as Lian’s, but they held their purpose in her life from time. Blinking her eyes a few more times, she spots a chalice and a slow grin formed on her lips before she picked it up, sliding it into her bag. She had begun to move back towards them when Tarsus motioned for her. Her eyes look around at the cave before she moved out into the late afternoon sun.

She sighed softly as the light covered their dirt and dust covered forms, her eyes shifting towards the two as they continued their talk, her steps moving her past the cave entrance and back to where the three had joined. Whatever they were discussing had nothing to do with her and therefore, she didn’t have a reason to stick around. They had completed the mission that Tarsus had set out for and now, her purpose was fulfilled.

She walked past the treasure chest she had picked earlier and continued to walk towards the horse she had borrowed. Stroking his neck a few times, she unties the reign before she reached up and used a branch to raise her form up enough to mount the saddle-less beast. She looked back towards where the pair were certain to come from before she clicks her tongue and pulls the reigns on the horse, turning him back in the direction of the small port town, the shortcut she had taken earlier. A sharp nudge to the ribs of the onyx colored stallion sent him running off into the direction they had just come from.

Her mind was mainly preoccupied with the recent events as she traveled back, each time landing back on Tarsus, though on dreaded thought crossed her mind on a continuous cycle, her boat leaving the following day. She knew she left Tarsus in good hands, family after all and so now she was no longer concerned for his safety. Stooping a few yards in the woods before moving to the clearing in front of the gated entrance, she slowed the horse to a stop.

She pulled her pack off her back before she reached up to remove the cowl and the mask, a deep breath fills her lungs as the cool air seemed to touch them for the first time in hours. She tossed them to the ground before she removes her gloves, allowing them to join the cowl and mask. She looked at the beast in the eyes before sighing deeply. “You cant judge me…so stop…” She whispered to the horse as it nudges her with his nose. She reaches a hand up and strokes the horse large nose a moment before turning back to her pack. She pulls out two things; the plain dress she wore to hide her current attire and a folded rag.

Shaking the rag out, she ran it over her current attire to remove as much of dirt and dust from the cave as she could. Once done, it to joins her gloves and she pulls the dress over her armor. A deep sigh escapes her as the dress ran over her cheek as its pulled over. Her fingers moved to feel the wound and growing bruise from when she fell from the cliff face. Soft curses escaped her before she shoves the cowl and other belongings into her satchel and draws it over her shoulder. Pulling the pins from her hair, she allowed the straight locks to tumble over her shoulder and down her back. Pulling a section forward, she uses it to hide the marking on her face until she could return back to her room. She then takes the horses reigns and pulled them to be in front of the beast. Her steps silent still from the boots that were hidden by the length of the dress.

She would move up to the guard before handing him the reigns and explaining how she found the horse in the woods and wanted to return him back home. She stroked the horses cheek a moment before she continued past the guard, her hands lifting the skirt to avoid the mud and muck as she headed towards the Inn. Her head remained lowered as she moved past people in a feeble attempt make her journey quicker.

Once within the Inns doors, she would move quickly up the stairs and down the hall towards her room. Unlocking it quickly, she moves in and rests her back against the door as she locks it with a flick of her wrist. But it was the roses in a vase on her desk, staring at her with their crimson tips that caused a chill to run through her form. Her eyes moved around her room before she took cautious steps towards the roses, her eyes finding no card, simply thirteen long stem roses in a ocean blue vase.
Current Active RP's I Am Participating In:

Sirens Call Tavern - Belia Frelve'len | Tempted Fates - Fayette 'Faye' Delsh
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Post by Arkania » Fri Mar 22, 2019 2:20 am

As the two of them spoke, neither of them noticed when Fayette stealthily slipped away. They were much too preoccupied with the severity of the situation. Well, at least Leliandra was. If there really was a new necromancer cult rising, they needed to eradicate the cult before they became too powerful, or worse, before they summoned any malicious demons into their plane of existence. It had happened before a century ago, the event heavily recorded in old and dated history books. If the shrine was indeed connected to the missing priestess, then Lian needed to do some unexpected traveling. She couldn’t ignore this. It would put a large detour in returning to Divinity’s Gate, but it had to be done. Her eyes came down in an annoyed frown when she saw the look on Tarsus’ face. He seemed quite pleased with himself. Why wouldn’t he be? Now Lian would have to do her due diligence and investigate the new necromancer cult uprising, while Tarsus would be forced to go along for the ride, continuing his streak of adventuring and getting farther and farther away from home. Lian rolled her eyes. “This doesn’t change anything,” she snapped. “I’ll still dragging you back home, it’ll just be a little later than expected.” Tarsus grinned and placed his hands behind his head. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say. Let’s get back to Bree. I want to check out that notice board at the inn and ---” He looked around and finally noticed Faye had disappeared. Not that he expected her to stay. He was quite surprised she had accompanied them in the first place. That woman was uncanny at sneaking around and still full of mystery. He really didn’t understand her motives but was thankful she had helped. Lian shrugged in response, before she placed two fingers in her mouth and released a shrill whistle. Moments later, rustling could be heard from the forest, before Arion appeared before them.

The great war horse approached Lian obediently, nudging her gently with his nose. She expertly mounted him and held a hand out for Tarsus. The wizard sighed apprehensively, before stepping towards the horse. Arion disliked him for some reason, as evident when the horse flared its nostrils aggressively at his approach. “Oh, come on now, you old brute,” he glared. Lian chuckled in amusement, patting Arion on the neck to settle him. Once Tarsus was mounted behind her, they took off in the direction of Haven, stopping only to inform the citizens that their mines were now clear of goblins and to collect the quest reward. Then it was a steady pace back to Bree. Arion was slower than usual, the strain of carrying two people weighing on him, but the horse had plenty of endurance and got them back safely to the port town. They talked at length during the ride there. The topic shifted to Faye at one point, Lian making it very clear she did not trust the woman and Tarsus simply agreeing with her. He had his reservations too. They also agreed to rent a room at the inn and then pay for passage on a ship going to the Southern Isles the next morning. There were many ships that traded and docked at Bree, so they were confident that they would be able to hitch a ride on one of them.

It was early evening when they had finally arrived at the inn, both exhausted and hungry. The innkeeper was surprised to see them, particularly Tarsus. First, he was with one woman and then he was with another. The wizard had to explain to him that he had divorced Faye, as it simply did not work out and now his cousin had come to deliver some dire news from home. It was a heartfelt performance and he couldn’t believe the innkeeper could be so gullible. Lian merely crossed her arms and shook her head in disbelief, not seeing the merit of lying to the poor man. Regardless, he was kind enough to give them his last room, which so happened to be the same room Tarsus had stayed in the night before. It seemed the inn was in short supply, only having three to four rooms at the most. The innkeeper promised to set up a cot for Tarsus and supply them with fresh linens. “Thank god for clean linens,” said Lian, a disgusted shiver going up her spine. She had a strong suspicion that Tarsus did not sleep alone last night. When he chuckled in amusement, her suspicions were all but confirmed. “Ugh, really?! You should learn to control yourself. That’s how I was able to track you, you know,” she huffed, the two of them walking down the hallway now. It was the truth. All she had to do was visit the high-class brothels in the various cities or listen to the latest upper-class rumors to find out that he had been spotted. After a small meal, the two of them retired upstairs.

Once in their small room, Tarsus was shoved to one side of the room where he was barricaded off from the rest of the world by modesty dividers. Call it a makeshift wall so that Lian could have her own privacy on the other side. Tarsus sighed as he laid in the shitty cot, envious that Lian got the bed, but he wouldn’t fight her for it, he knew she deserved it more than he. Lian, after a bath and some furious letter writing…one of which would be sent back to her Uncle to inform him of the setbacks and another which would be sent to her guild to inform them of their ominous findings in the goblin caves…she was finally ready to sleep. “Mind if I keep an orb glowing,” yawned Tarsus from behind the divider. He wanted to look over his spellbook. Lian shook her head, her silvery white hair framing her face as it rested on a pillow. “No, a soft light is comforting.” The small bluish orb floated above the book resting on Tarsus chest, his eyes skimming the pages. A wizard always had to prepare spells for the next day. Before long, he heard the soft breaths of Lian’s breathing. It was just like when they were children. She always used to fall asleep so quickly. When she slept she looked so at peace, serene even. Hard to believe that her personality matched her delicate features.

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The next morning, they awoke bright and early. After a quick breakfast, they made their way down to the docks, having paid a traveling merchant to deliver Arion back to one of the Order’s outposts. A ship was no place for a horse, much to Lian’s dismay. Tarsus was dressed in his usual attire, consisting of black leather boots, dark brown pants, and a form fitting black tunic, complete with a traveling cloak over his shoulders. Lian was probably the most noticeably different. Her armor was packed away and she was wearing a simple, white cotton shirt, dark pants, and knee high leather boots. Surprisingly, she had a rather nice body, which was always hidden away. Even now she was a bit conservative in her attire, but they were going to be traveling on a windy ship, exposed to the elements. Her hair was braided down her back. It took them a while, but they eventually found a ship captain that was willing to have them aboard. It was expensive and most of their funds were now in the hands of the captain, but they had no choice. With the quest details in hand, Tarsus leaned forward against the ships railing, the smell of salt in the air. Lian rested a few paces beside him, her back against the railing, hair blowing gently in the wind.
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The breeze was cool and gentle, the waves hardly considered harsh which is promising for a safe journey for the cargo and its passengers. A wide variety of people seemed to be on this ship, even those that make others a bit more tight fist with their belongings, but thus far, there had been no need concern. Across the boat, facing Lian as he leaned against the railing, was a tall gentleman with a long sleeved cotton shirt and leather brown pants. Simple clothing topped off with tall brown boots, he seemed like ever other man aboard the boat. He didn’t even carry his weapon with him as he stood leaning, the long brown hair flowing in front of his face, gently in the breeze.

His eyes had been tracing Lian's form since her arrival but tried his best to play it off as he hadn’t been noticing her. His brown eyes would only settle on her for a few moments before finding something else to distract him from her visage. He had noted the doting companion of hers, but there didn’t appear to be any romantic connection, which only gave way for braver gazes at her. Shifting his weight, he takes in a longer look than he had meant to before turning to look off the railing. Though he appeared to be watching the waters, other thoughts flooded into his mind.

Walking down the docking would be a familiar ebony haired woman with pursed lips and her eyes down cast. Walking with her was a large beast of a man, obviously far from home. His large hand was placed in the back of her hair, holding her firmly at his side. Faye’s attire consisted of a red corset and a thin flowing skirt that had slits up both legs and her bare feet, shackled at the ankles with a small length of chain to allow movement, padded along the docking. The injuries on her face was misleading to most, who moved out of the way of the pair. Behind them was two men carrying a chest on board. Still, Faye held herself well, her chin raised and her eyes steady on what was before her. She didn’t bother to look around, who would help a woman being accompanied by a brute like this barbaric looking man. As they boarded the ship, per her keepers guidance, she would find herself being led towards the rooms, the helpers carrying the chest in tow.

The man at the railing pushed off and began to walk around the deck, his hand running along the railing as he does so. He kept his eyes on Lian this time, moving with an unwavering stare and a slow growing smile amoungst his stubbly, chiseled face. Soon, he would find himself within a few feet of this woman who seemed to absorb the suns beams directly into her soul, though now, he made certain not to insult her with unwanted gazes, unlike most of the deck occupants who found her to be a walking goddess. He could smell her on top of the salty air and it caused a chuckle to escape him. The sails fell from above as crew members began to hustle about as they began to set sail.

Faye had been led to a room and shoved within in it, a sharp order for her to sit in a specified chair. She did, of course, not out of fear or loyalty, but simply because it would bring her one step closer to having the despised shackles released. She watched the man as he paced about the room, ranting and raving about this and that, though she didn’t particularly follow his terms at this moment, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last time he went on this tirade. One of his serves came to kneel down at her feet, taking each one up gently to unlock the shackle around each of her ankles. Her gaze would slowly lower to the man at her feet before a slow coy smile crosses her face, ever growing as the young man looked up at her. He would smile to her before the reality of the situation around him slams him full force and he stumbles away with a deep blush. A soft sigh escapes her as she leans back in her chair, her eyes transfixed on an employee of a former target, one who had been able to track her down after ruining his Leader.

She held no reservations for what she had done, there were no excuses to be given and no shame in her act. When it all came down to brass tacks, she had provided information that had saved an entire countries people, though the hierarchy are the ones who suffered none the less. She watched as her keeper left the room, followed by his two serves as he yelled his way down the hallways and shoving people out of his way. And still she sat, her legs crossing as leaned her head back and began to remember the night before.

It was so simple that evening. After some fun with goblins, she had left the duo and returned back to the Inn. She even had a kind enough heart to return the horse, after all, the horse had done nothing to her. It was the moment she saw the thirteen roses though, that she had found herself no longer enjoying life as the free spirit she was then. No, now she had to return to a life she had thought she put behind her once the gold had filled her hands and purses. King Halsef’s council had tracked her down, and the floral gift was merely a warning that she did not nor could not have heeded fast enough. If she had stayed within the Inn, avoided the goblins and let Tarsus have whatever was to come to him, she would have had more time to prepare. More time to vacate the Inn and find a way out before they came to her door. But…she didn’t.

Spinning the ring on her slender digit with her thumb, her mind continued to go over everything in her mind. What her chances were? What they had been planning over these years? What her options were? And none of them came with visions of sweets and luxury. She didn’t care, she had broken her one rule. The one rule that caused her faltering and allowed this to occur. Her eyes flutter to the open door, the irony of being locked in the room with an open door drumming through her form before she simply closes her eyes, the ring never stopped being spun by her thumb on her left hand ring finger.
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Re: [1x1] Tempted Fates

Post by Arkania » Tue Apr 09, 2019 5:20 pm

Tarsus referred to the map in his hands, the man already mentally planning their route and areas where they would have to stop to restock on rations. It would be a long journey. The ship ride alone would take the better part of a week or more, depending on the weather. And that travel time didn’t include the ground they’d have to cover on foot once they reached the shores of the eastern continent. Ideally, they’d find a pair of horses or hire a carriage. Hmm. The wizard became lost in his thoughts, strategically planning everything in advance. Tarsus could often be seen deep in thought, his brow slightly furrowed as his grey eyes focused on the blue waters lapsing against the sides of the ship. Lian, however, was much more aware of their surroundings. The woman casually watched the crew of the ship work, offering a friendly nod whenever she happened to make eye contact with one of them. She noticed that there was a lot of passengers on the ship that were not part of the crew… which was unusual, since this ship wasn’t a passenger vessel. Her eyes scanned the deck once more, stopping to rest on a man that stood across from her. There eyes made awkward eye contact for a moment, before she looked away to focus on more interesting things. Strangely enough, she could feel his eyes on her once again. And then again, and again. When she looked over to him once more, she saw the brown-haired man quickly look away, playing it off.

Raising a slightly irritated eyebrow, she turned her back towards him, now facing the ocean alongside Tarsus. “There’s a strange man across the deck that has been staring at me this entire time,” she said, almost feeling his eyes on her at this very moment. “It’s rather creepy, actually, and I have half the mind to punch him.” Of course, she wouldn’t, but the thought did cross her mind. Tarsus blinked out of his reverie and grinned. “Oh, dear cousin, men and women always stare at you. It’s probably the hair.” Lian scowled, punching him in the shoulder. Tarsus glared playfully, rubbing his now sore arm with his hand. “There is nothing wrong with my hair!,” she argued, her hands automatically reaching up to fix it. “The colour is unique, even you can’t deny that. Just ignore the man, he’ll get the hint eventually,” stated Tarsus, the wizard now looking out to see Lian’s admirer. It was so comical how naive Lian was when it came to certain things. She was a warrior and adept at swordplay, sure, but when it came to men and flirting with the opposite sex, she failed miserably. She didn’t even realize how beautiful she was, with her starlight coloured hair and her almost ethereal aasimar grace. It was no wonder everyone on the deck had their eyes on her at one point in time. But instead of seeing Lian’s admirer, he saw an entirely different scene.

“Is that…,” whispered Lian.
“…Faye,” he answered, under his breath.

Almost immediately his body stiffened, a serious expression on his face. In front of him was Faye; shackled by the ankles, signs of abuse marring her face, and her captor exerting his dominance with the aggressive hold he had on the back of her head. The whole scene enraged him and for a moment, he wasn’t the calm and calculating person he usually was. No. For a moment, he wanted to kill that man, with a violent lightning bolt shoved right through his skull. He watched as they forced Faye across the deck, Tarsus moving to intercede, before being stopped mid step by the pull of Lian’s firm grip on his arm. His jaw clenched as he saw the brute of a man, lead Faye below decks. He meant to follow, but Lian stopped him once more.

“Tarsus, you must be rational,” she said, sternly, knowing the look on her cousin’s face.
“I am being rational!”
“No, you’re being emotional. Calm, yourself.”
“I can’t just sit here and do nothing,” retorted Tarsus, in withheld anger.

Lian agreed with him, but they needed to be smart about this. With Lian’s stern gaze on him, Tarsus forced himself to calm down, the gears in his mind once again turning. “You’re right. We don’t know anything behind the reason why she is a prisoner. They could be bounty hunters for all we know…but still…. I don’t believe she could have done anything to deserve to be treated as such,” said Tarsus, pacing. He genuinely believed Faye was a good person, even if he had known her for such little time. It was just a feeling he had got around her. Even Lian was angered with what she had just witnessed. Such cruelty. She wouldn’t stand for it, not if she could help it. The ship lurched as the wind caught its sails, taking them further and further away from the shore into open waters. There was no where else to go now. “Let’s find out what is going on first. Like it or not, we must play nice. We’re all prisoners on this ship now. I’ll see if the Captain knows anything about it,” Lian said, nodding to her cousin. Tarsus returned her nod and began to move in the direction they had taken Faye. “And I’ll do a little reconnaissance…don’t worry, I won’t do anything stupid.” Not yet, at least.

As Tarsus disappeared below decks, Lian turned to approach the captain, only to come face to face with her admirer. Her eyes widened slightly, before she composed herself and looked him over with a scrutinizing gaze. “Is there something you need from me?,” she asked, wondering what it was that he wanted.

~~~

The lower decks of the ship were dark and cramped, the air stale and musty. Typical of a ship. Many crew members and a handful of other passengers were mulling about, Tarsus passing each of them with little concern. It wasn’t until he heard angry growls and ranting that he knew he was going in the right direction. Turning a corner, he saw the man that was with Faye earlier, followed by his two servants. The door to the room they had just left clicked subtly behind them, Tarsus passing the large brute under the guise that he was just another passenger walking casually to his room. The didn’t spare him a second glance. When he was sure they were out of sight, his hand gripped the door knob to the room he knew Faye was in, surprised that it was unlocked…and unguarded. Well, they were out on open sea. If she tried to escape, she could be found easily enough. Thought her captors probably didn’t expect Faye to have friends aboard the ship. Stealing one more glance down the hallway in either direction, Tarsus quietly slipped into the room, closing the door slowly behind him. Sitting in a chair in front of him, was Faye. She looked tired, as if a heavy burden was weighing her down.

To announce his presence, he cleared his throat, before flashing her that charming smile of his. “In some sort of trouble?,” he asked, happy to note that the shackles were removed from her ankles. He didn’t know who her jailor was, but he was beginning to think he was one cocky son of a bitch. Bad for him, but good for them. He walked towards her, Tarsus now kneeling in front of her so that he could be on the same level as her as he spoke to her. He noticed the bruises on her face, his hand coming up to gently touch her cheek, before quickly pulling away. He didn’t want to overstep his bounds, but he hated the fact that they had hit her so blatantly. Hands now resting on the arms of the chair, his grey eyes narrowed slightly, searching hers. “Faye. I want to help you,” he said, genuinely. “But you need to tell me what is going on. The truth. No lies, no secrets. You were a part of our group, albeit for a short time, but I think we can work together. But if I’m to trust you, I need you to trust me. So please, tell me.” He needed to know what was going on. Knowledge was power…a notion that was proven time and time again.
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