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Zander stood there frozen in place for a moment processing what the thug in half crazed hysteria had said. Sleep magic, would have little to no effect on him, he also doubted that he could talk his way out of this one. Guarding the door, suddenly seemed like a rather stupid idea to the logical part of his brain. He had no magic that could do damage, with sleep out of the picture he took a deep breath and kept his eyes on teh man's chest. Hopefully it would give a few tells of his movement with the blade, otherwise Zander was in trouble. He kicked himself for not hollering for one of the others, but knew over the ruckus he was less likely to get an ally and more likly to draw more attention to himself.

Everything seemed to slow, the sword wielding slaver brought down his blade in a curve, Zander hadn't even realized what was happening. He went to leap back and felt the closed door greet his back. Bringing up the wooden staff as quickly as he could, he swung it like his own sword, striking the broader blade of the others and giving him a chance to get out of the way from his deadly edge. He spun on his heel, taking three quick steps away and brought his staff up and around.

The slaver knew what was coming, and brought his large sword up in a sweeping motion. Zander's wooden staff caught it, but was not thick enough to fully stop the blow, red hot pain laced his chest again. Mirroring the cut from the ship from the ice, he cursed and bite his lip hard to keep from screaming. He wouldn't go like this, he had escaped his father's wrath and branding, had escaped his mother's claws and her beating when he spoke back to her. He cursed them with everything and for a moment, the slaver was his father sneering down at him and in his rage Zander leapt at the man. Terror and rage fought for being acknowledged in the healers mind but all he could do was get his hands around the others throat, having knocked them both to the ground. His chest screamed for attention, his hands hurt from squeezing the other's throat. He didn't realize he was screaming out his rage as he used his grasp on the other to try to bash in his skull using the wooden floor as best he could.

"I won't die, I won't die... I WON'T DIE HERE!"

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Geoffrey cursed when he couldn't find a way up, and went to find a back entrance to keep tabs on it with his bow, no one in or out unless he knew them. He kept the bow loose at his side, as to not bend the bow and have it lose power. He kept his eyes trained and ready to take out any of those rats that tried to make a run for it. The building wouldn't be a good idea from him to go into, he'd lose range and distance. He kept his eyes open though, nothing in, nothing out. he kept repeating to himself. Not unless it was Ethan and their group.

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Geoffrey moved through the crowd with ease, his feet touching the ground and moving him forward at a steady enough pace to get to the last warehouse that he could possibly think of that would be roomy enough to hold people without anyone the wiser. He cast his sight back for Zander and almost ran over a group of kids playing in the middle of the street. Hollering his apology he kept his steady pace and took a back alley to cut time down on his trip. What felt like an hour but was no where near that long he finally arrived at the place he knew the others were at. Shouts could be heard from inside, the front door was all but caved in and a window shattered from the outside.

Pulling his bow free from his quiver, he strung it quickly as he took a few moments to catch his breath and get his body to stop shaking in anticipation. His mother had told him stories of slavers, how they were vicious and smoothed tongued. Always looking on how to steal from those they sold to and where to get their next catch of wares. He ran his fingers over his arrows, twenty in total left, he'd hold Nymira to making him more when this was all said and done. He couldn't make any mistakes with them, they had to count since he had no way of getting more on such short notice and he doubted their corpses would have arrows upon them.

Heading towards the door he watched the others as they took out those in their way from what he could see. Pulling back the string he took aim at one heading towards Cecil from an angle and let the arrow fly. Without seeing if it hit, he notched another and used the doorway as he barrier, a few were rattled but heading after those who had barraged into their lair. Aiming for a man's leg, he let the arrow fly and cursed when it scrapped the inside of said man's leg, leaving him with his manhood but if he lived a nice scar to tell the ladies. Moving away from the doorway, he cursed at the lack of rope and went to see a way to the roof. Ducking down by the broken window, he peeked in, took aim at another thug and didn't feel back when this arrow found it's way home in the man's back. Pulling back and heading towards an adjacent building, he'd find a way to the roof to rain his rage down upon them.

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Zander huffed and wheezed. In his time away and heading to different towns to heal and to mend he had never had to travel by foot so much. He would gain rides from caravans, offer his service in trade for rides on horses. Unsure of where to go, he stopped at a group of kids laughing about the odd fellow with the quiver who almost ran poor little Tithon over in his haste. Zander asked kindly as he could which way said man went, they pointed down an alleyway and Zander nodded his thanks. Taking a slower pace, he would get there in time for the fighting to be done, and for his need of healing to be used. He had no offensive spells, sure he could induce sleep on the slavers, but they would be alert and willing to fight off the forced sleep. Sighing and clutching his staff to his body he sent out a silent prayer and felt some of his fatigue leave him as his magics went to work in his own body.

Geoffrey was off to the side, poised to fire an arrow into the building and Zander sighed. No such luck on getting there late, taking his time he didn't even seem to notice the guard and his captive as he walked by. His gaze locked on the doorway and an idea struck him. Pulling out the freshly made Seal Papers he grinned mischievously. They would be aware of the forced sleep on their bodies, but what about spells on the doorway to make their escape to put them into a tired state. To drain what energy from them with fatigue and weariness. He shook his head, and discarded the idea. If the captives tried to escape, making them tired would do them no good. He stood at the edge of the doorway staff held tightly in both hands. If he went in, he'd be a hinderance he knew this much. If he stayed out here, there was a chance someone would come out and catch him unawares and death wasn't one of his highest points at the moment. He could ward the door from entry, but what if one of their own was tossed out? He let out a frustrated sigh and walked into the building as if he owned it. So far they all seemed to be trying to get to Nymira and Ethan and Cecil. The cloaked figure was dealing well on her own and Zander decided to guard the doorway. Pulling the fractured door shut behind him, he clutched his staff tighter. One Seal Paper inbetween clenched fingers would be his trump card for now. He just hoped the others found Amune sooner rather than not.

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sorry for the delay, writer's block and unsure of what to post is always a pain in my buttocks.

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will have post up later tonight or tomorrow morning :D

then again i'm half tempt to skip my turn since i still don't think they'd get there just yet.... *tilts head and thinks* the distance away would be almost equal, so the distance to get to the group would be 2x normal right!? *has ??? over his head*

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*holds Vena down* Tickle him!!!

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*pokes Mog* You alive??

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@AlexStarsion NOt clear on why they used the grass whistle if they're going to join the others.

@shylarah

this is what happens when i binge on Dark Souls and don't get to change my post, I hold EVERYONE up xD *fixing it as he types*

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The one part of that game I always remember is later on in:

SPOILERS

When the dude is doing the auditorium thing and keeps going on about people going to the moon and all that jazz lol

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Geoffrey was slightly surprised when he came back to the alleyway, only to find Zander there, working on his Seal Papers in plain sight, and not a single person around him. He stood at the entrance to the alleyway for a few heartbeats before he cleared his throat,"Milord?" Geoffrey asked in as formal a mocking as he could as he bowed slightly when Zander blinked up at him. The scowl he received from the young healer was more then worth it's weight in gold. Geoffrey laughted, straightened himself and held out a hand to the sitting down healer.

"One day," Zander said as Geo helped him off the ground. "I'm going to put something nasty in your shorts like your mother told me too..." Geoffrey laughed and let go of Zander's hand before someone thought other things that were going on between them, were going on between them. "Then I'LL be the one laughing at you."

"One day," Geoffrey fired right back. "Ya won' be such a stick n'da mud. Ya use ta laugh alot more when ya wasn' foll'wing these people 'round."

Zander rolled his eyes and couldn't help a small bit of laughter. It felt foreign to him for a moment, but he brushed it aside. Nymira had caught him off guard, and here he was always on the defensive. He slightly missed travelling alone, healing those he could and moving on. He'd done it for sometime now, and here he was trying to save a Ydran whelp with the most odd bunch of misfits he'd ever laid eyes upon. Shaking off his weird thoughts again he couldn't help be smirk at a thought.

Bowing back to Geoffrey, and sweeping his arm in front of him to lead the way, he pretended not to hear Geoffrey call him a pounce, whatever that was, and followed after the brown-haired archer. They continued on, in silence when Geoffrey stopped him what seemed like streets away from the destination he had in mind.

"Do ya think ya can act as a bu'r for ya family," Geoffrey posed the question as devoid of emotion as possible. Hearing Zander hum in thought, he continued leading the way.

"Most people," Zander answered as they passed a few more buildings. "Don't know that side to my family." He ended the conversation there and poked Geoffrey. "I think we should hurry, I have a feeling disaster is going to strike and strike soon."

Nodding in agreement, Geoffrey took off at a run with Zander following and sometimes lagging behind him. They were heading to slightly more populated streets to cut down on the time it took to hopefully meet the others by the warehouse that was big enough to house a slave ring. Digging into his pouch hanging at his side, he let a blade a grass fall slowly. Zander grabbed it, stuttering as he went and stopped.

"Wasn't this suppse to be FOR IF we found something," Zander hollered up to Geoffrey as they continued to run. Zander was lagging further behind and didn't hear the reply Geoffrey gave. Giving a shrug, he let the blade of grass fall to the ground, they could always grab abother thin piece like that one. When he looked back up to see where his other half had gone, he wasn't in sight. Letting out a sigh, he picked up his pace, his wooden sandals digging into the cobbled street.

Straight ahead, I hope...

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((Triple Post)) Will have reply up tomorrow