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"Humanity takes great pride in three things. Their willpower, their greed and their mortality.

Their will and endless greed allows them to grow and accend past other creatures
But their mortality denies them divinity

It's a delightful purgatory between being Fallen and being Divine"


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I know I said I would have a post done but I had to deal with a really annoying family problem. Had to, once more, meet some people that used to be part of my family. People that I swore I never wanted to see their faces again. Had to tolerate them for the whole Christmas...

Will spare you the details, but basically, amongst other things, they stole and extorted money from my mother while she was really bad due to cancer. Sorry for the delay, but with the holidays, having to see those guys again (it's been only a year since my mother died) and with everything that happened, my emotions and my head are pretty messed up right now.

Sorry guys. Will have my post soon though.
Sorry for the delay guys! will have my post done tomorrow!! :-)

Ashkevron Residence in Askavi







As Mikhail's experienced eyes scanned the room, the tension became even more apparent as the two Eyrien warriors immediately reacted with hostility to his mere presence, both tensing their muscles and assuming a threatening posture. Mikhail's eyes were as cold as always even as they doubted his words. He simply stood there in silence despite their questions, quietly observing their movements. He wanted to avoid any unnecessary conflict, but if things got serious, Mikhail wouldn't hold back. As an assassin, he should know more than anyone else to never underestimate one's opponents. Never hesitate and never hold back. A single second of hesitation often meant the difference between life and death.

The tension in the room was palpable. The smell of burning pancakes, the bloodlust and the silence made it even worse. It was clear that both warriors were only a hair's breadth away from the killing edge.
Much to everyone's luck though, they still had some respect for Fatima and the old woman who had just arrived with the white haired woman and her escort, holding themselves instead of just attacking Mikhail.

After a long silence, Fatima was the first to speak something, although the words that came out of her mouth surprised Mikhail.

"He is mine and he will speak to me as he likes until I say it is wrong," her words repeated on his head. It was undeniable that she was a good and kind woman, but still, as she mentioned that he was 'hers' Mikhail couldn't help but to think on the implications of that single word.

As she continued speaking with the Eyriens, Mikhail simply observed in silence. Despite the difficult situation, Fatima was able to disarm what was almost a time bomb. Walking over to where Mikhail was, she gently placed her hands on his shoulder, asking for him to lead her to Faeril. As she looked to Mikhail after saying those words, he realized how nervous she was.

"As you wish." Mikhail said after she asked one of the Eyriens to go with her. Belor was his name.

Despite leading both of them to the room he was just a few seconds ago, Mikhail didn't take his eyes off the Eyrien male not even for a second. Despite his almost imperceptible way of looking back, his cold stare felt almost real. It was indeed unnerving. To a certain extent, one would be able to understand that others would feel threatened when receiving such a stare.

Finally arriving on the room, Mikhail opened the door, standing aside and opening way to both Fatima and Belor, letting them go in first.
Just as he promised, Faeril was peacefully sleeping over the bed. Her exhaustion was as clear as the day. Once more, Mikhail stood still, in silence, near the door as Fatima went nearby Faeril's sleeping body, pulling a stool and sitting nearby her as she began the process of healing the exhausted Black Widow.

"As I said previously, she is exhausted. Her vital signals, albeit a bit weaker than they should, are still stable." Mikhail said.

He was a guest, and neither Faeril nor any other inside that house were his targets. He didn't have any reason to kill or harm the only black widow that could possibly treat his condition and was trustworthy. Anyone who doubted his intentions needed only to think a little. Her death was the last thing Mikhail would want right now.




@Jollan



What was the last time Annika wore something formal? Not even herself knew for certain. The sniper garment was, for her, almost like a second skin. That dress she was wearing right now, no matter how elegant and beautiful it was, felt strange on her. Too restrictive, not allowing her to move comfortably, it was everything but practical. Despite her protests, Garsin had insisted that they absolutely needed to wear those fancy clothes. His arguments were that they were going somewhere sophisticated and they wouldn't want to attract unnecessary attention. As they walked towards the meeting place, Annika's dissatisfaction, which would pass unnoticed for most people, was incredibly apparent for Garsin, who was already accustomed enough with her to know what she was thinking.

Entering the extremely luxurious establishment they were sent to, they immediately went to the VIP lounge, where they were said they would meet their 'contact' to talk more about said job. Getting there though, they were greeted by a... strange figure to say the least. The man who began speaking with them, upon closer inspection, wasn't neither from the military nor a Raelin official at all. According to his own words, he was representing the sultan of Ayntayikk, despite having clear Frinian features. According to his own words, his friend, the senator couldn't attend the meeting and he was sent in his stead. Annika's eyes carefully analyzed the man as he greeted them. His sweet words were met only with silence and a discreet nod.

The second he put a big, heavy bag of gil on the table and explained the situation, it was undeniable that he indeed knew what was happening. The bag in question was full with Ayntayikk coins. The senator, having made an 'agreement' with the Ayntayikk Sultan, had a simple, yet complicated request. His daughter was kidnapped. The senator wanted simply his daughter to return safely and the death of whoever was responsible for contracting the kidnappers. If they knew exactly who was the responsible, it would be way easier, but in that situation they would not only have to rescue the senator's daughter, but capture the kidnappers alive (which was already something inconvenient for Annika), but also play detectives... If they were lucky, the kidnappers would let out who the contractor was or at least some hints about who they were...

To make things even worse, the ransom was that very night in the Hinds District, near a broken aqueduct. They wouldn't have much time to prepare themselves, which would make everything even more complicated. Their job was something that required precision and careful planning. Something that was simply not possible in such a short amount of time. Still, she couldn't help but to think that there was something wrong on all that. Not only the senator didn't show up to the meeting regarding something as important as his own daughter's safety, but the man who was talking to them was also strange... A man who said that was representing the Ayntayikk Sultan but looked much more like a Frinian than someone from Ayntayikk... Her thoughts were interrupted when the man suggested them to visit the palace to search for some clues regarding the culprit. The moment he said so, Annika rolled her eyes. She knew that Garsin wouldn't let her off that easy. He had said that they might need to visit somewhere important when he was convincing her to put on the dress but she dismissed that as just an excuse.

"Please don't..." Annika whispered to Garsin the second the man sent them away. She knew so well that he simply would have to say 'I told you so'.

Standing up, Annika gave a slight bow to the Ayntayikk man before moving to the door, purposely letting the heavy gil bag for Garsin to carry.

"Strange... That man was clearly Frinian..." Annika said, low enough so only Garsin could hear.

"There's also the fact that the senator didn't care to show up even though it's regarding to his own daughter..."

"We should go to the..." Annika started saying, but hesitated for a second, sighing. She knew exactly what Garsin would say about that and she didn't want to admit he was right about the whole dress thing.

"To the palace..." she finished, looking down and blushing a bit.

"After that... to the broken aqueduct... It would be better to capture the kidnappers and not kill them..." Annika said, trying to change the topic even though she knew it wouldn't work. That was the hardest part. Capturing someone alive was, ironically way harder than just killing them.
@Pezz570

It's an interesting idea. Although I do believe the best course of action right now is trying to get out as soon and discreetly as possible.

Týfurkh's ability might be exactly what we need for that. Even if we don't receive an answer from the military of touch, as long as they hear, it'll be enough for them to come. Especially if Karina tells Týfurkh exactly what to say... Not only because she is the daughter of the general, but because she is an important member and has really valuable information.
Karina Frost


Karina was quietly waiting for Chres' stew to get ready as she heard Týfurkh suggesting to put guards for the night. It was indeed a wise decision. Honestly, it was the only choice they had, lest they wanted to count on just their luck... Which, seeing how lucky they were that entire day, might as well be the same thing as suicide... And she wasn't even counting with that mysterious power known as 'Insight'.

"It would be a wise thing to do... But just as Chres said, it would be better if we made pairs for that. We all need rest, but we don't know exactly how this 'Insight' might affect us... At least not all of us." she said, nodding towards Týfurkh, agreeing with him but shooting a discreet glance towards Chres.

When Chres started mentioning a child's tale, after she had mentioned the pact. Chres himself seemed to be lost in his own thoughts after saying that though. Karina didn't blame him. She herself had a lot of things to think about. It wasn't just about the war anymore. She had stumbled into something bigger... more dangerous than just the war... Tales and stories for children seemed to be almost... believable after everything they heard and saw until now...

"This is not about the war anymore, Chres... It's worse... Much worse..." she said, looking to him and the group with a grim expression on her face.

"That is exactly why I need to report to the military of touch and open their eyes to what is happening... It shouldn't be that hard now..." Karina said, with a sarcastic chuckle.

Octavio's words, although grim, indeed had a point. Gin, whatever he was, was undeniably powerful. As much as Karina didn't like to think about it, they had stumbled into something much bigger than themselves. Both sides were. Before Karina could offer herself to be on guard with Chres, Octavio did it first. In part, she was grateful, she really needed to eat something and rest a bit, but another part of her couldn't stop but to think how fast she came to... 'trust' that ragtag group made of people who barely knew each other enough to sleep near them.

"This unspoken pact... we need to think carefully about what will we do from now on... We stumbled into 'things' that might be much more powerful than we may think..." Karina said, looking to DB after he finished speaking.

After that though, Karina heard Sil's voice as she looked to Týfurkh, surprised he could talk before calling him a 'half tree half metal man with a touch of mouse'. Chres, soon after that proceeded to apologize due to what Sil had said.

Hearing that, Karina couldn't help but let out a surprisingly cute giggle, looking to Sil.
Always cheerful, if not a bit aloof, at least at that moment, Karina was glad that she was around. She sure needed something to calm her nerves down a bit.

After taking a bit of time to serve herself a bit of stew and eat, she turned towards Chres and the others after Chres himself mentioned the Jade Candles and the strange effect they had on the cultists and especially the sightless on the last fight.

"We do not have many jade candles left... We now know how effective they are against the cultists..." she said, taking one of the two jade candles she got from her own room in the inn from her bag and examining it.

"I can think of a few ideas on how to use them... For example, create lens to amplify their light with my ice magic..." She said, putting back the jade candle inside her bag as she continued eating the stew.
Will have my post done tomorrow.

Also,
@Pezz570,

@Fetzen brought up an interesting idea, to use Týfurkh's directional wave ability from a high location to possibly contact scouts from the military of touch or something.

Unlike my previous idea, it is certainly much more discreet, as using jade candles would basically erect a pillar of 'nothingness' to the sightless, basically telling everyone where they are.

The questions I have regarding this new plan are: is it possible to know their exact location (north, south etc.) while inside the distortion? If yes, then Karina could easily tell Týfurkh where the forward base is located so he can send an SOS to that direction.

We were talking about this too, but if the distortion doesn't block hearing, it would be easy for them to receive some type of acoustic confirmation from the FOB that their message was received, right? Again, it wouldn't be exactly discreet, unlike Týfurkh's ability. but it should be enough.

It sounds (no pun intended) like a solid plan for me. What about you two?

Ashkevron Residence in Askavi







Even though Mikhail already knew what Black Widows were capable of, it was the first time he saw one working as Faeril did as she headed over to the wooden frame, carefully studying the web she had woven mimicking Mikhail's memories. It was undeniably beautiful, yet he knew very well how powerful that was. After all... To be a healer means not only knowing how to heal, but consequently, also knowing how to kill. That holds true for both healers of the body and the mind. In a way... her web somehow was similar to Mikhail's wires. Delicate and beautiful, yet incredibly lethal. The way her fingers carefully moved, weaving and working... The same way Mikhail's hands moved when preparing an ambush, a trap or simply moving his wires.

Despite the session being already over, Mikhail choose to stay for a bit longer as he observed in silence Faeril carefully working and wrapping the web in a bundle after she was done. Despite her technique and precision, Mikhail could hear on her voice that she was exhausted. Before he could say or do anything though, Faeril dropped like a stone, unconscious as she safely dropped the bundle on the shelf.

The second she started to fall, Mikhail dashed towards, gently catching her before she hit the ground. While her pulse and respiration were still ok, it was obvious that she had surpassed her limits and was incredibly exhausted. On that situation, still holding Faeril on his arms, Mikhail thought about what to do. If he was alone with Faeril and Fatima on that house, it would be much easier, but that wasn't the case. The other males on that house would obviously not like that situation. After a brief moment considering his options, Mikhail turned towards the comfortable bed, the same one he used during the session and gently putting Faeril on it, heading towards the door soon after.

Mikhail walked down the stairs carefully watching his surroundings. It would be incredibly good if the other males were still asleep but that wouldn't happen. He didn't know what would be their reactions when they saw him coming down without Faeril. Counting on Fatima also didn't seem to be that much of a good idea. Despite the woman's sweetness, it was clear that the one who was the owner of that house was Faeril... Finally arriving on the kitchen, Mikhail saw Fatima getting out of it, wearing an apron and with two mugs of hot coffee on her hands. Above the table, the breakfast was carefully prepared, the same Fatima herself had offered to him earlier. Unlike before though, she wasn't alone. She was accompanied by a disturbing number of unknown faces. Upon seeing Fatima with such a warm smile on her face, Mikhail's eyes softened up a bit, but the second he saw the others, his eyes became as cold as they usually were. Piercing eyes that saw through everything. Despite his calm posture, he carefully analyzed the situation, watching for every and any strange movement from the other males that were present. Especially the one with a warblade on his hands.

"Once again, I thank you for the hospitality and the warm welcome, Fatima." Mikhail said with a small bow and a discreet, but calm and kind smile towards the woman, soon disappearing the second his eyes left her and went to the other warlord prince wielding a blade and the other males currently present.

"Faeril was incredibly exhausted after the session though and fell asleep. I assumed it would be ok to leave her in the bed she used for the session." Mikhail continued, explaining.

"She is currently sleeping on her workroom." he finished, still carefully watching the males' reactions and every movement.
@Noodles

Really like the idea for her skills. She seems to be incredibly interesting and unique regarding her fighting style, It would be really interesting if you described it a bit better and expanded on it. I really enjoy her usage of illusions (especially the invisible flames) and invisibility. Maybe describe how exactly she uses them in a combat situation, their limitations & possible applications.

At the same time, I would like to read and know a bit more about her in general. Her backstory (from where she came, who exactly she is), her personality, her appearance, her experience or training.

Tell us more about her!

I can see her being a really interesting character but I would ask you to be more descriptive on her CS and write more about her.

Bast Ragoczy


As they arrived at the mansion, Bast took a moment to appreciate the architecture. It was indeed a beautiful mansion. The design had a remarkable difference from the Barensia manor but it was beautiful nonetheless. This time it wouldn't be as easy though. The garden was probably on the back of the mansion and if he wanted to put it on fire, he would have to actually get in.

"Hm... Yes, it will be a bit more complicated than the last one..." Bast said after hearing Eilidh.

"I would really appreciate some help, my dear." he said, agreeing with her suggestion to distract the guards.

"But I do have one more favor to ask..." Bast said, taking out a piece of paper from inside his suit, a pen and an envelop he had prepared earlier, before leaving the guild.

"As I said before, I intend to end this pathetic display between the two houses..." Bast said, writing something in the paper before putting into the envelop and closing it. Even though Eilidh wasn't able to see that much about what he was writing, she was still able to take a glance at his impeccable calligraphy.

"As a part of your... Distraction, deliver this letter to the guards, ask them to hand it to the head of the family." he said, handing her the envelop.

"It's merely a letter asking for them to meet with the Barensia family near the watchtower, both the lady and her husband. It's short, but I'm sure that it will be enough to spark their interest..." Bast said, with a wink. In that situation, where neither of the sides wanted to give the first step in order to try and solve that conflict, Bast simply had to fake a letter...

"As soon as we're done here, we're going to the Barensia manor, to deliver them the same letter, only signed by the opposite family." he continued explaining.


"And then, we're going to simply watch how the situation will unfold from the top of the watchtower. Why there, you ask? Oh, no particular reason. I only heard that we have quite a view from there."
He said, with a chuckle.

"It will be quick, try to look as innocent as possible with your distraction. As soon as you start it I'm going to get in, put the garden on fire and get out." Bast said, as he waited for Eilidh to do her part.

@PaulHaynek @Silver Carrot




Freyr


Titanica's attack, was incredibly effective in drawing their attention. Unfortunately, they were far too organized to be completely wiped out by it. Things were going moderately well though. Despite the surprise they had when the caravan members showed themselves to be much more organized than they had previously thought, everything was still ok. Yang was confronting one of the armored warlords in order to get the key to free the prisoners while Titanica was distracting the rest of their forces.

Unfortunately, both Nagare and Freyr wouldn't stay unnoticed for too long. Haley, who was looking at the fight from above, was quick to warn them that they had enemies going for them. Five knights, going towards them with their lances high. They had to do something right now lest they wanted to be hit by them.

"Nagare, run!" Freyr shouted as he put the bow on his back. Even though he wanted to take her to safety himself, he didn't have time to think too much as the knights were quickly approaching them. Unsheathing his two daggers, Freyr dashed towards the group of knights, hopefully to give Nagare enough time to reposition herself.

When the lances were about to hit Freyr, he twisted his body, dodging them as he redirected one of them to the ground, making it sink on the earth and catapult one of the knights off from his horse due to his momentum. Using that same lance, Freyr stepped on it, jumping high and kicking another one of the knight in the helmet with his powerful legs. Even though there were five knights going for them, he had already knocked two of them out of their horses. While they could still fight, it would probably take some time for the knight whom Freyr had kicked to regain his consciousness.

The second the second knight's body hit the ground with a loud thump, Freyr stood up on his horse, pouncing towards the other knight who had fell on the ground, with both of his daggers in a reverse grip, almost like a snake's fangs pointing to it's prey. Using the opening from the knight's helmet, he was going right for his eyes.

In Freyr's expression, there was no hesitation, no emotion, only the cold calmness of a hunter who was about to take his prey down.

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