[h2][center][color=teal]”Freda”[/color] & [color=orange]”Cyrano”[/color][/center][/h2]
[center][b][i]vs[/i][/b][/center][center][h2][color=FireBrick]The Twins[/color][/h2][/center]

[hider=The story so far] The knight Cicero Bladewalker of Alvion, home from a long campaign against demonfolk, was invited by a mysterious dark cloaked figure to participate in a nearby tournament against the demonfolk berserker Rakkath. In the process, he met Gwyneria of Isper, a mage searching the world for more knowledge of spells, while she was employed as a tournament healer. The two resolved together to find out more about the mage after the tournament was done, but then the king was assassinated with Cicero’s sword, leaving the two accused of his murder. 

With the help of the mysterious Graves, the two escaped the arena and wound up on a pirate ship, where they helped the infamous Dalious retake his ship from his mutinous crew then sailed with him to Port Raventine on the Knight’s Isles. There, they set out to find out more about the bounties on their head and what leads they should follow elsewhere, but Gwyn and Cicero became separated from the other two which leads to this very moment.[/hider][hr]

The cloaked duo made their way through the muddy streets of Raventine. The market was bustling with commotion. The man asked, [color=DarkRed]"Do you sense them?"[/color] A small pause before he heard a feminine voice reply, [color=Salmon]"They are here."[/color] He nodded with a glint in his eye, [color=DarkRed]"We'll have them before supper, dear sister."[/color] Her eyes began to emanate an aura of power as she managed to spot them. Energy slowly oozed out from her, [color=Salmon]"No unnecessary casualties."[/color] She said with venom in her voice, [color=Salmon]"The king must be avenged."[/color]

[hider=Gwyneria Success](Roll d20+4 to sense the power 21, success)[/hider]Gwyneria stilled a moment, feeling the magic waft through in its approach. Far too soothing and far too…draining. She quickly grabbed Cicero’s hand. [color=teal]“We need to get out of here.”[/color] Then started to run.

Cicero raised an eyebrow inquisitively, but nonetheless followed with haste. He clutched his head of lettuce like it was some precious artifact. He whispered, [color=orange]"What's going on?"[/color]

The cloaked man sighed in annoyance. [color=DarkRed]"They aren't easy to sneak up on are they?"[/color] The half elven woman's eyes glowed in rage as the power shot out like a torrential downpour. Most of the crowd collapsed to the ground immediately.  A few individuals struggled to remain standing, but there was an open path for them to catch up. As well as allow her brother his opportunity to strike.

The brother smiled. [color=DarkRed]“Great job, sis.”[/color] Then drew his longsword, his eyes smoldering like hot coals. Then with a roar, he charged forward, holding the longsword in both hands.

Cicero’s eyes widened as he spotted the hooded figure dash across the market sword drawn. He released himself from Gwyn's hand. He himself felt a little slower than before for whatever reason. Cicero took a single bite from the lettuce and threw it at the assailant. Then he drew his longsword and continued to follow Gwyn, guarding their rear. [color=orange]"We've got company!"[/color] He yelled in between chewing.

[color=teal]“I know!”[/color] She cast a small sheet of ice down on the ground behind Cicero’s steps. [color=teal]“Just, whatever happens, don’t fall asleep!”[/color]

The half-elf followed her brother and began chanting in some ancient elven tongue.[hider=Gwyneria Success]Gwyneria rolls 1d20 hearing gets a 17 success)[/hider] She recognizes the language as that of a very powerful weapon enchantment. 

[hider=Aldebrand Counter Roll Success]Twin Brother rolls 1d20 + 4 to avoid the ice, getting a 23 success[/hider] The brother sliced through the thrown cabbage, then gripped his sword tighter, he leapt over the ice he spotted out of the corner of his eye then lunged for Cicero. [color=darkred]“Stand and fight, traitor!”[/color]

[color=teal]“Watch out for his sword!”[/color] Gwyn called out. 

Cicero nodded and turned his shield which was on his back toward the lunge to absorb the strike. [hider=Cicero Failure]Rolled an 8 Strength, failure.[/hider] Unfortunately,  the enemy was too fast and by the time he began to turn, the lightning from the enemy's blade made contact with Cicero’s cloak. A powerful stream of electricity shot through the knight. His magic resistant shield helped to absorb some of the power, but Cicero was stunned.

The half Elf snickered to herself, [color=salmon]"You're next, witch! I saw how you started the rain that fell and cloaked your murderous intent on our honorable King!"[/color] She drew her own short sword and began to enchant it as well. Muttering to herself.

Gwyn's eyes widened. What to do, what to do? Whatever they did, they certainly couldn't stay here. She wrapped an arm around Cicero as the man raised his sword to strike again. She focused on the sunlight around, then had it explode into a blinding light in front of the twins before teleporting with Cicero up to the nearby roof. She breathed heavily from overexertion. That illusion before had been the right move in hindsight, but it left them vulnerable here. If she couldn't figure out what to do before the enemy realized where they were now…

[hider=Aldebrand Save: Succes, then failure]Aldebrand: 1d20 + 2 = 14 for blindness, only blind for a second. Seeing where they are: 1d20 + 3 = 11, failure.[/hider]The man quickly shook off the blinding light, only to look around in surprise. [color=darkred]"Where'd they go?!"[/color]

[hider=Astrae Failure]Girl rolls 1d20+3, 10 failure[/hider][color=salmon] "Ghahh! That witch! I'll have her head!!"[/color] She screamed, clutching her eyes. Then she stumbled in the general direction of her brother. 

Cicero shook off the electrical stun muttering, [color=orange]"Thanks."[/color] He glanced down at his companion with concern. She was gassed from the quick succession of spells. Without another word he hoisted her over his shoulder and ran across the rooftops toward the harbor. [hider=Cicero Jump Failure](1d20, 11 fail)[/hider] Cicero mis stepped and fell over between a larger building gap. He just managed to grip the side of the next roof, clutching Gwyn in his other arm as he smacked against the side of the building.[color=orange] "Ugh!"[/color]

[color=teal]"Cicero?"[/color] She scrambled up to the roof ledge, then reached down for him. [color=teal]"You alright?"[/color]

[color=orange]"Cyrano, and I’m fine."[/color] His pride smarting as he took hold of her forearm. Then he hoisted himself onto the roof looking back, [color=orange]"We'd better get moving."[/color]

[color=teal]"Right."[/color] She looked towards the harbor. [color=teal]"Back to the ship?"[/color]

Cicero nodded, running once more. Gwyn ran with him as they made their escape.

The man grabbed his sister's hand, staring in concern. [color=darkred]"You okay, Astrae? If that witch hurt you, I swear…"[/color]

[color=salmon]"I'm fine!"[/color] She shrieked, [color=salmon]"Did you see where they went, Aldebrand? Their auras are getting further from us!"[/color]

[color=darkred]"I didn't."[/color] He spat out, looking around. [color=darkred]"That light flashed and they just vanished."[/color]

She cursed their misfortune. [color=salmon]"I must refocus to find their trail once more…"[/color]

As Cicero and Gwyn hopped over the rooftops, they spotted The Libertalia not far from them on the harbor. However…It was no longer docked. It had begun heading out to sea. Cicero groaned, [color=orange]"I was hoping our captain wasn't some backstabbing swindler like his crew. I hope Graves is okay."[/color]

[color=teal]"Graves should be able to handle himself." She rested a hand on his shoulder. "Are you going to be alright though without your armor?"[/color]

Cicero sighed, [color=orange]"There are worse things. My steed for example. I can always get another set of armor. But Merlin is one of a kind. As for us.."[/color] He paused, [color=orange]"I think we should find another ship. I know just the place we could go for work."[/color]  Cicero pulled his hood over his head and glanced at Gwyn with a smirk, [color=orange]"Tell me, [i]Freda[/i], do you like the sand?"[/color] 

She tilted her head in curiosity. [color=teal]”Sand…? I can’t say that I have much real experience with it to know either way.”[/color]

[color=orange]”You will.”[/color] He said with a grin, [color=orange]”I know some folks.”[/color] He led the way toward the docks with Gwyn in tow.