13org

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Yasha

Yasha was lucky to find a safe and tranquil place to rest. The sounds of battle had completely disappeared, together with the strange foxmen. Under the shadow of two warped trees, the only noises Yasha could hear were the sounds of the forest and small animals. The place she found to hide was so convenient that even with her pale and striking appearance, it was somewhat hard to see her.

She didn't know exactly what happened before, but she could still feel the magic energy inside her, rebelling against her own body. It wasn't nearly as painful as before, but she still could feel the mana trying to get out of control...
Those symptoms, the crystalline, crimson spires and all the destruction... Were that the effects of the so called 'leylines'? Veins of pure, raw mana that ran across the land? They probably resonated with the amount of mana Yasha was gathering herself, making the Leyline break into the surface...

"Ugh... I can't even think straight... " she thought to herself, feeling dizzy and resting her head on the trunk of the tree for a second.

Yasha wasn't able to use any magic in the state she was right now... Now with her magic meridians all messed up, and the flow of mana inside her body looking like it wanted to rip her very being apart... She had to rest and meditate, and by sheer luck, that place was perfect for that. Crossing her legs and sitting under the twin trees, Yasha closed her eyes, diving inside her own self, carefully trying to order her own mana.

After some time, a peculiar noise interrupted her. At first, it sounded like footsteps, they were far away, but they resembled footsteps. Someone that deep within the forest? One of the foxmen maybe?
But as the sound grew nearer, it became clearer and louder. It wasn't footsteps. It was a meaty sound... Almost like slapping or something like that... It was somehow... disgusting, but at the same time it was vaguely familiar...
Pressing her body against the trees in order to hide herself, Yasha patiently waited to see the origin of the sound, after all it was coming directly towards her.

After a brief moment, Yasha was able to discern a slightly familiar shape walking through the forest. It was Lenore, and if Yasha wasn't mistaken, she was in the same situation as her. She was also a strange in that strange land. If she remembered herself well, other than the fact that she was a shoggoth, a fleshy abomination, she seemed to be a pretty normal girl. But still... Yasha trusted Senna, and that happened... She wouldn't make the same mistake again...

Although Yasha wasn't able to conjure bigger spells, due to her magic meridians, that brief meditation was already enough for her to use simple spells like Perfect Unknowable or even Fly, albeit she wasn't able to fly per se, instead only glide a few centimeters around the ground... Which was still faster than running...

Immediately casting those two spells, she waited for Lenore to pass, and started to follow her trying her best to not alarm her. She wanted to know if she could trust Lenore. Yasha wasn't in conditions to fight anyone right now, and anyone who saw her and was even a bit sensitive towards magic would know that, due to the chaotic flow of mana inside her.

Lenore was walking towards the same location where Yasha left a while ago, near the strange boulder portal and the foxmen. It was a risky bet, but Yasha would have to go there sooner or later...

@Lugubrious

..::Ascension::.. .2 (High-Casual)

Lila Moriarty

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^{@Rai @13org}

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Lila was still trying to hear something about her family, or even something about the reason behind her being there. With time, she got used to the overwhelming smell of blood. It was quite unusual for her, but after devouring the first glass of blood without even blinking, now she was acting much more like the nobles, giving small sips, drinking it little by little. The smell of blood wasn't that distracting anymore, but even alert as Lila was... She was only hearing the royals having fun and casually chatting, dancing and the music playing... There was nothing noteworthy going on as far as Lila could perceive. At least not until the moment where a Nero royal, perfumed with a rare cologne, came near her, sliding his hand across the table she was and speaking with her with a smooth, charming voice, a

"Excuse me. I can't help but notice your beauty within this crowd. You remind me of a rose growing within the dark. A rare sight indeed. Would you be kind enough to have me for a dance?" The royal said, with a smooth and confident voice. But unlike other royals his voice had a certain... Youthfulness to it.

"I will guide you all the way." He continued, lowering his hand near hers.

Lila didn't know how to react to that. She didn't know how to dance, and nobody never approached her like that. Why her? There were a lot of other royal women on the banquet who were much more accustomed with the royalty, who knew how to use their charm... Lila was nothing like them. She knew how to kill and assassinate, but not how to dance and please... She didn't have the other female royals' charms, their carefully chosen words...

"Amongst all the roses in this garden, why choose the least fragrant one?" she asked, hesitantly turning towards the royal.

"Why choose the only rose that has more thorns than petals? A rose that was created not to love and be loved, to please and be pleased, but only to hurt others with its thorns and then die...?" she asked. slowly getting up.

Lila was indeed curious about that royal... There were many other women there. All of them much more charming than her. What could have that man possibly seen in her that caught his attention?

"I've... never danced before. I... don't know what to do... I've never seen anyone dancing before, or even tried to dance myself..." She said, standing besides the royal, looking down awkwardly and grabbing her dress with the other hand, unsure on how to move and act.
Without her scythe and her weapons, she felt... strange. Almost like she wasn't herself.

"I'm... sorry. I know I shouldn't be here... I'm not as graceful as the other nobles, nor well dressed or wealthy... If you wish to search another pair..." She said, still unsure on what to do. The man's fragrance was so different from hers... He smelled like something precious, like something... beautiful. A smell that was so different from the one Lila was used to... So different from the smell of death...
Why was that man interested on her? She was already so uncomfortable with all that situation... Having that royal nearby her only made her even more uncomfortable.

"But if you aren't really mistaken... If you really wish to take this black rose, full of thorns and cold, stiff petals to dance..." She said, hesitantly allowing him to take her hand.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Freyr

The trip to Ambran was calm and without any noteworthy incident. Neil was indeed a pure and kind boy, he was a good company. His naivety and always cheerful behavior were really refreshing.

Ambran was... a bit different than Freyr had expected... It was a very extravagant town, not just a village. In fact, it could be said that it was almost a city. Merchants, wagons, shops... The almost-city was teeming with people, both buying and selling. Most of them were humans, and only very, very few demi-humans.

The apothecary they were going to see wasn't exactly in the middle of Ambran, not even in one of its more bust streets, instead it was out of the way, not exactly hidden, but it was highly improbable that anyone would pass by the apothecary unless it was specifically searching for it.

After knocking, a cheerful, middle aged alchemist greeted them. The man had almost an juvenile air to his cheerfulness. His smile and his eyes, shining with excitement contrasted with the glasses the man wore. After Neil saying they were from the guild, the alchemist presented himself as Darren.

Darren then proceeded to talk about his discovery, showing them an incense burner with something inside. He seemed to be incredibly excited and confident about his discovery, claiming that his 'Huwana' would make pain go away and bring an incredible sensation of peace, going as far as to describe it as a 'ticket to heaven'.

He seemed to be eager to show them its effects, as he immediately lit the incense burner, letting its fumes fill the room.

"Oh, ah, do you have any questions? Like, are you following so far?" Darren asked, after he lit the incense burner.

"Mr. Darren, right? The only question I have is why the alchemist guild would make such thing illegal. I know a lot about herbs and even poisons, but that is as far as my knowledge goes. This... 'Huwana' Is basically a painkiller, right? Would it be asking too much to know what its made of?" Freyr asked, waiting to smell the fumes.

Darren seemed to have the best intentions, judging by his cheerful smile and his eagerness to show his discovery, so Freyr wasn't that preoccupied that those fumes could be poisonous or make them sleep. Freyr would be able to smell it and even distinguish some ingredients with his enhanced senses. If Darren accepted to tell them what it was made of, Freyr could know if it was safe or not. It was a gamble, but he had no reason to not trust Darren. The man was so happy with his discovery and eager to show them...

@PaulHaynek

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Bast Ragoczy

Bast silently listened as Araghast spoke about his reasons... which were exactly as he expected. Without any compassion or mercy, Araghast simply stole everything from Boreal Port, destroyed it and left its survivors and what left from the small city to rot...
He claimed that as a warlord, he should be slaughtering the enemies of Varjo, and bringing glory to the king... But everything he shown until now was just meaningless murder and bloodshed.

Bast really expected he would accept the duel, after all, he was a warlord, and his ego should be quite big judging by the way he spoke acted and the armor he was wearing. But Araghast's next words would soon make Bast's smile to disappear, giving place to a neutral, but surprisingly cold expression.

"...You talk too much." Araghast said, turning his back to Bast, issuing a last order before walking away.

"Kill him."

The warriors immediately surrounded Bast, rushing towards him like beasts, wielding swords, shields and axes. Their number was simply too much to count. Their enraged cries were just like a beast. A warrior wielding a two-handed axe was already close to Bast, and ready to swing that weighty, ungraceful lump of steel towards Bast. The movement was slow and easy to predict, but the other warriors would soon be attacking him.

"Disappointing..." Bast said, raising his cane without even unsheathing it, and with a swift and graceful movement, making the warrior's axe touch the side of his cane as Bast inclined it, redirecting the heavy axe and making it hit the ground as he spun behind the warrior and gave him a slight poke with the end of his cane, taking advantage of his failed charge and putting just enough force to make him lose his balance.

"I see... You are nothing more than uncivilized, ungraceful, barbaric beasts... It seems it was just a waste of time to try and talk with you..." Bast said, unsheathing his cane sword, and making a fluid movement with the sword, almost like if he was conducting an orchestra. Cards started to appear from under his cloak surrounding him in an aura of rapidly spinning cards. The cards cut the air with an incredible speed, making an eerie sound resonate through the camp.

It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time, the cards circled around Bast making waves and beautiful fluid movement, protecting Bast and preventing anyone to get nearby without getting shred by the cards as he continued moving the sword in graceful movements, with the cane part of the sword on the ground.

"Uncivilized beasts like you don't deserve any mercy or compassion. I am against meaningless bloodshed, but I will open an exception today. I will take one life, and one life only in exchange for the boy's life. Honestly, I couldn't care less for Boreal Port. But I took a liking to the boy. I was having such fun seeing his reactions... I was really looking forward the expression he would make after killing a person..." Bast said, making a card appear on his hand and throwing on the warrior with the axe. As soon as the card left his hand, it would start burning with a blue fire. Upon touching the warrior, he would immediately combust in extremely hot flames.

"Hm... I guess that isn't enough of a warning..." Bast said, making some of the cards form a cage around the warrior, encasing him inside a circle of cards.

"This stench... I guess its only fitting to beasts such as yourselves... May this show you to not underestimate me." Bast said, snapping his fingers, making the cards start to glow with the same blue flame, sending torrents of fire inside, hitting the poor warrior.

"Retreat at once. I wish not to partake on your petty squabbles and your barbaric, meaningless bloodshed. Continue, and you I shall repay you in the same coin." Bast said, still with his sword unsheathed forming a protective aura around him. Fighting against all those people at once would be problematic... If that wasn't enough to scare the warriors away, he might have to use his Mystic Tarot Deck...

@PaulHaynek

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@PaulHaynek

Paul... Sorry for the delay. My mother was very, very ill. I was the one taking care of her. She just died yesterday, she was buried today. I'm just very, very exhausted RN... Will have my post done tomorrow. I promise

The Black Jewels

Naaji

Location: Forest, Kindred territory.

Naaji followed the female tiger as they walked away from the smell. Naaji remembers what happened to his mother when he was just a cub. He remembers the cruelty, the horrible scene... If he said that the only reason he followed the tigress was just out of curiosity, and to know her better, he would be lying. He had already seen some hunters before, but the smell of fur made him feel a little bit uncomfortable. Walking away was simply the best thing to do right now.

Naaji watched as the tigress climbed the tree, following her. She looked really uncomfortable, even more than Naaji was right now. Naaji himself wasn't that preoccupied with the hunters, at least not as much as the tigress was. Seeing her like that made him wonder if he was being too careless...

Laying down on the branch just next to her, he looked at her, gently touching her face with his nose.
"Don't worry, we will be ok." He said, trying to comfort her. He doubted the hunters would really want to mess with them, but if they did... Well... there were two grown up tigers. He was sure they would be able to at least run away without being harmed.

"Even if they're really... hunters..." Naaji said, proffering the word hunters with a low growl, almost like he was angry as he pronounced that word.

"... I'm sure that we will be able to run away." He continued, trying to cheer her up.

"I wont let that happen again... Not again..." He mumbled to himself.

"You still haven't said your name! Your fur is very... beautiful." He said to her, awkwardly, trying to forget the unpleasant memories that came up on his mind.

@Demonic Angel

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Aisha Najm

Location: Hyall

The tea was truly wonderful, but something interrupted the small moment she had to enjoy the tea. The moods rapidly shifted inside the inn. She didn't know what happened, but the hostile air was clear as the day. The culprit appeared to be a very elegant, tall man, wearing quite fancy clothes. He walked and moved himself with such grace that it was hard to believe he was really a man... But that wasn't the only noteworthy things about that man. The cold air that the man exhaled, the dangerous aura around him... There was... something with him. Aisha didn't know exactly what, and she honestly didn't care, but there was something different with him.

But Aisha was too busy enjoying her tea to actually pay enough attention on the commotion and the other people's expressions and mutterings to realize the man that was the reason behind all that was actually a powerful prince. For her, he was just a very well dressed noble. She didn't live in Hyall, so it was only natural for her to don't know who were the most powerful in the city.

Aisha had already witnessed many fights on taverns, inns and the like. So she knew that things like that display of violence were... prone to happen. Especially in big cities such as Hyall.

As the tall man walked outside the building, she felt the strange, cold air again, making her feel really uncomfortable.

"Quite the commotion." Aisha heard Mikahiel sighing, making her forget about the strange man that just passed by them. Honestly, she didn't care who he was, or what he was doing as long as he left her and Mikahiel be, she really didn't care. Obviously she wasn't happy with the situation, such unsightly display of meaningless violence, but she couldn't do anything about it. Mikahiel too didn't seem to be that satisfied with the situation, making Aisha smile after he rolled his eyes and said those words.

Mikahiel continued shortly after that, still speaking with a charming and very polite tone. She curiously listened to him as he spoke, saying it was improper to let a lady to purchase a man's meal. Aisha wasn't used to being treated as a 'lady', as for the centaurs, both men and women were exactly the same. But in the other hand, she was familiar with such thing as 'pride'. Even if the concept of a women buying a man's meal being something improper being very strange for her, she could understand 'pride'.

"Really? I feel a bit embarrassed making you pay for the tea." she said, smiling to him.
"Indeed is quite rare to find people that enjoy drinking tea. It is quite relaxing, even with some small interruptions, its always good to sit down, relax, say nothing for a few seconds as you feel the herbal aroma coming from the tea... It is a very good way to get to know someone better, if you ask me." She said, with a gentle smile on her face.

After Mikahiel said about her suggesting something for him to try, she got a bit less embarrassed with him paying for the tea. That could be a way to repay him for his kindness, so it wasn't that bad.
"Hm..." She said, touching her lips with her finger as she looked around. She didn't knew much about Hyall, so she hoped she could find something for them to do nearby...

"After Hyall?" She asked, after Mikahiel asked what she would do after visiting the city.

That question really got her by surprise. Aisha lived her life in a really... carefree way. She went wherever the wind led her.

"Well... If I knew, I would tell you!" She said, laughing.
"I have no destination, really. I simply go wherever the wind takes me." She said, just when she saw a certain store nearby, making her eyes shine with excitement.

Right next to that other shop selling furs, there was a jewelry smith. Extravagant necklaces, beautifully crafted body chains were displayed on the windows. They were all really beautiful! Aisha was so curious to see what other beautiful jewelry that shop sold! She surely would find something for her there!
After looking at the store for a few, very noticeable seconds, she looked at Mikahiel for a second. She was trying to suggest something for Mikahiel to do... not her. He looked like some of the traveling artists, musicians and bards that she encountered on her travels... So maybe he was interested in art or something like that? If that was the case, there was a perfect location right near them.

The store was called 'The Crimson Brothers'. It dwarfed every other shop nearby. Inside it you could see basically everything related to art, in various different areas. Maybe he would enjoy that?

"The Crimson Brothers..." Aisha repeated, looking at the shop.
"It is a pretty big and fancy shop... Maybe there is something interesting inside...?" She asked, looking to Mikahiel and studying his reaction.
"After that... We could go to that shop over there..." She said, a bit embarrassed.
"Would you like to help me to choose a necklace or a body chain for me? I've been wanting to buy one since I got here." She said, smiling kindly to him.

@Rai

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Henri didn't expect that the orc woman would deflect his blade so easily, without even taking her eyes off him, making his dagger fly off the roof. Loosing one of his daggers wasn't that bad, the worse thing was her machete cutting the air. Her strike was true, she wouldn't miss. His eyes were wide open as he twisted his body, doing a cartwheel to try and dodge her attack. But even with his agility and flexibility, he wouldn't be able to completely dodge that attack... He grinned his teeth as he saw her blade getting near his thighs. It would be a deep cut... He would be lucky if it didn't break his femur...

"Should have gone for the kill..." Henri thought, grinning his teeth and twisting his body to try and make her miss any vital spot. Every single cell on his body yelled him to grab the girl and flee. He was too tired and exhausted to beat that orc woman alone. Only luck would decide if he would survive that strike, and still be able to walk...

But once more... Luck proved to be on Henri's side, as something quite unexpected happened. Lyn threw some seeds at the woman, which exploded in many thorns, grabbing the orc woman's arm and throwing it back. He didn't expect that Lyn, that frail beauty could handle herself in a battle, but he was apparently wrong. She had some tricks up her sleeve.

That's right. He wasn't alone this time. Lyn was there to help him. Henri wouldn't waste that opportunity that Lyn gave him. The few, precious seconds that Lyn's magic made the orc woman drop her guard, surprised.
He was in the middle of the cartwheel, so he couldn't grab a dagger right now... The only thing he could do was use the momentum the cartwheel gave him, he would kick the orc woman right in the neck, putting his legs around her neck, using his powerful legs to try and suffocate the orc woman, grabbing her arm with his hands so she couldn't hit him with the other blade.

"I'm counting on you, Lyn! Don't let her move her other arm. Hold still only for a few seconds!" Henri shouted, locking his legs around the orc woman's neck.

@Fallenreaper

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

@IceHeart

I think it would be ok to keep with the plan. To go to E-Rantel, I mean.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

@BurningDaisies @IceHeart

What about Nyna? X__X

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Yasha

Just one more shot... Her endurance was quite unusual, but one more shot and she would be nothing but another dead corpse... Yasha remembered having those thoughts, she remembered the cruel smile on her face as she saw Senna's hp... She was basically a walking corpse, and yet she had the audacity of boasting and taunting Yasha... Yasha remembered clearly her finger, rubbing the trigger as she savoured that moment... But then... Everything went wrong very, very quickly.

Yasha felt the magic inside her, almost like a thousand needles piercing her body as her own mana, and the very magic flowing through the earth went rampage. It was like the very earth was screaming in agony, as raw magic power from the leylines went rampage.
Lightning storms crashing down from the sky, erecting crimson red crystalline spires wherever it touched.
The agony Yasha was feeling was something indescribable. It was almost her very soul was rebelling against her body, trying to tear her open and get out.

But almost as sudden as it started, everything stopped. Yasha's vision went strange, as she was consumed by a vortex of raw and furious colors, the pain finally disappearing completely...
She tried to blink, but she could only see only the strange vortex. Her vision getting weaker and weaker, the last thing she saw before going unconscious was a forest... She could see the trees, smell the earth... Was she hallucinating? Was that death?

After minutes that looked like ages, Yasha finally was able to gather enough strength to open her eyes. As the ringing on her ears slowly subsided, she could hear a very familiar sound. The sound of a battle. Steel clashing against steel, screams of anger, pain, fear, both human and inhuman.
As she tried to get up, she could distinguish humanoid figures dashing through the forest, but they weren't man. Foxes that walked just like men, wielding weapons, talking, walking... These foxmen were running right through a boulder, from which Yasha could distinguish as the source of the sounds of battle.

Some type of portal or illusion? She had no strength to fight right now, she couldn't even walk right. Going to a battlefield might not be the smartest decision... But again, she didn't know if the beastmen were friendly...
Her only choice was go deeper into the forest, try to rest and recover her strength and only then, try to do something. Maybe go through the foxmen portal.

Using nearby trees as a support to prevent her from falling, Yasha got up and dragged herself away from the sounds of battle and the foxmen. She had to find a calm and relatively safe place to recover her forces... After that... Then she could think about revenge, IF Senna was still alive. If that demoness was still alive... Yasha would certainly kill her. She was marked. She had to pay for her sins...

@Lugubrious

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Freyr

Unexpectedly, Neil decided go acompany him to Ambran to see the apothecary. Neil's words made Freyr think a bit more about humans... He wondered... Did he really hated the human race as a whole, due to their self destructive ways and their greed? Did Freyr only liked a few humans because they were less... 'humans' than the others? Because they acted more like Vieras and other monsters that lived in harmony with the forest? Or did Freyr only hate certain types of humans, those who could be defined as 'bad'...? Truth be told, the line between those two options was beginning to become blurred, as the vast majority of the humans he met acted the same way... Almost like if it was a disease of some sorts...

"So uhh, do you mind telling me about Vieras? I really would like to know about your kind. It's... It's obvious that you're not- you're not the run-of-the-mill kind of monsters." He asked, after they were walking for a bit. It was an interesting question, Vieras were in fact very different from other demi-humans...

"Vieras have... very deep conections to the natural world. Not only physical, but magical as well. We live secluded inside our gigantic forests, serving as guardians of that sacred place. Most Vieras lives and dies inside the forest. They do have the choice of leaving the forest, but if they ever leave... they will not be allowed to come back. If they do, they will be treated as outcasts, and immediately escorted out of the forest." Freyr said, with his eyes lost on the horizon as he talked, lost in his memories as he talked about his race.

"As I said before, vieras have a deep connection to the nature and the magic that naturally flows through the world... When a Viera is exposed to a perturbation to the flow of magic, it will feel it on his own being. And if its intense enough... They will be sent into a frenzy state, becoming several times stronger, faster, more lethal, being capable of even tearing apart metal shackles with our own strength. But while lost on this frenzied, feral state, we will not distinguish friend from foe, instead attacking everyone on sight as long as it is not another Viera." He continued.

"Vieras are already a warrior race, being extremely adept at fighting, especially while inside a forest. When our enemies try to ouse the only thing that would counter our martial prowess, magic, they quickly learn that it wasn't a good idea. Due to those things, the Vieras are the sole sovereigns and absolute guardians of the forest we live in. It's the sole reason why humans never invaded our forests, and the reason why the rest of the world knows little about our kind. But this same curiosity towards our kind have already lead to some cruel acts the humans did to some of us... I've already seen humans purposely provoking the frenzied state we call 'Mist Frenzy', certain that they could beat us, in a foolish bravado, only to have their bodies torn broken and torn by an innocent Viera, sometimes a woman or even a child... I don't need to tell you the mental scars that followed these things..." He said, still looking to the horizon.

"About centaurs... Our kind normally doesn't have much contact with them, because they mainly live on the plains, and we live on dense forests. But the few occasions we met, they quickly were seen as allies, due to their respect towards nature and their unwavering honor. A centaur's vow is something that is not easily broken. Their trust means a lot." He said, looking to the boy as he said that.

"They are fierce companions, loyal friends and very valorous allies. They will never betray you, but they expect you to do the same to them. They can be frightening opponents as well." He continued, remembering the few times he met some of the centaurs, usually in the borders of the forest.

@PaulHaynek

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Bast Ragoczy

As the scene unfolded, Bast simply stood still, watching the boy's actions. The path he walks, is his to choose... Bast can only advice him about which steps to give. He wouldn't interfere, even if his steps only led him to his death... After all, it was his own choice.
Bast watched, with a chuckle and a cruel smile on his face as the boy lost his calm, crying in anger.

After he accepted Araghast's offer to a duel, he turned his head to talk to Bast. Those words were his last words. Bast couldn't do anything as Araghast's hands wrapped around the boy's throat, breaking his neck.

"Tsk..." Bast said, turning his head in disappointment and disgust after seeing such dishonorable display.
"I guess I was expecting too much from just a boy..." He said, nodding his hear in disappointment.

"Hmm? And who might you be?" Araghast said, after a while.

"His lack of patience and foolish actions only led him to an early demise... Me? I'm Bast Ragoczy. And who I am? I'm just a man with secrets." He said, with his characteristic devilish smile and doing a flourished greeting.

"The boy was young and foolish, but his words carried a bit of truth in it... Would you mind telling me your reasons for what you did to Boreal Port?" He asked, resting his hands on top of his cane.

"I'm not here to judge, mind you. I just seek... something interesting to do... Will you entertain me?" He asked, with a chuckle.

"It was a pretty... disappointing duel, if I should say... It was incredibly lackluster... Would you mind showing your warriors how a proper fencing match should look? No strings attached. I've heard that sometimes, its best to let your sword do the talking, am I right? And what method would be better to test one's resolve and goals, if not by a friendly duel? 'Men lie, but the sword always tells the truth', Am I right? Isn't that what the warriors usually say?" He asked, lightly tapping his fingers on his cane.

"But I'm not a swordsman, as you can see... So I thought about it... What could be more interesting than both a verbal fencing match and an actual fencing match at the same time?" He said, waiting for the warlord's answer.

"You surely are an experienced swordsman, right? There is only one rule to this duel: no blood shall be drawn. I will stop my attacks before hitting you, and I expect you to do the same. We are both gentlemen, right?" He asked, with a enigmatic smile.

@PaulHaynek