Terneus AndrosTime: Noon
Place: Shack-> Elsewhere
Terneus Andros, he who shone brightest amongst the elves, the one who held beauty and power unlike any other. Had been viciously attacked in his moment of fetching some scapegoats. Not to mention that the half-beast had laid his dirty hands on his near royal form, that was unforgivable. The elf saw how the creature scurried off to pick up his disgusting dark elf companion from the floor and then duck behind a table for cover. How dared he to underestimate the power of this governor. The vulpine then took a leap out of the window with his companion, just when moments later Terneus would unleash all of his light magic at once in an area around himself.
They were getting away! He had to stop it! It was causing more rage to bubble up inside of him. His face had been struck! His form had been touched! Assassins had made an attempt on his life! And now they were escaping from his just hand?! The elf blew the shack apart with his beams of lights, parts of the shack would start decorating the nearby other buildings, some parts of the shack being completely disintigrated as a result of the magical energies.
When the elf finally stopped there was smoke and ashes about and he stood in the middle of it, panting as he did. His eye, face and chest was stinging, but also his thigh was aching. He felt dizzy for a slight moment as he took a step forwards, his gaze searching for his enemies. Where had they gone off to? He breathed heavily, his teeth grinding together his eyebrows narrow enough to create the shape of a "V". He had to find them, they must not get away. He would be made a fool of otherwise, the laughingstock for a day, no... a week.. a month? The elf's not stinging eye flared up as he was coordinating his thoughts as they came to him.
They had gotten away?! "Raaaaghhh!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs in a state of utter rage, how had this happened to him? Was this a cruel jest of a god at play? Whichever the case, he could not tell where the pair had gone off to as the shack was blown into bits the smoke and dust that came afterwards had concealed their departure.
Standing there in the rubble right after his scream of vengeance to come, he found people making their way towards him. People? PEOPLE! He couldn't be seen like -this-. He was a mess. His attire ruined, but even worse he was wounded. This would be terrible if they local gossip would begin spreading words of him not being near divinity and unmatched under the skies. He quickly turned the other way to ward his face and appearance to the incoming crowd."My lord Andros! What happened?"
The familiar voice of Commander Feldrin could be heard in the elf's ear. His knight commander and two others had made their way towards him."What does it look like you idiot?! I was viciously attacked! Again!"
He snarled as he looked over his shoulder."By the gods! My lord! Your face! Are you allright?!"
One of the knights beside Feldrin asked in a state of surprise and shock as he pushed his way through to Terneus, unlike the commander who fully knew that itself was a very, very bad idea."I don't know.. how do I look?"
Terneus bent down to pick up his mirror which had been disarmed during the battle, it laid next to one of the fans the creature had wielded against him."My lord, you are bleeding. Your face has been cut-"
The knight began to utter, a clear stutter now appearing in his voice before the knight found a tight grip around his neck and he was lifted off the ground by his benefactor. His understanding, patient and graceful lord, Terneus. Terneus looked with a mixture of anger and mental breakdown at the knight, who he had now grabbed with both his hands around the neck area. Lifting the knight from the ground and choking him, and occassionally shaking him."Don't you think I know that?! Get me the wretched fairy healers right now!"
He yelled in the knight's face, and to those present. Which by now was a gathering crowd of approximately twentyfive unlookers. The governor then took with the gentle care of an angry mother bear, and threw his knight violently towards a nearby trough, where people keep water for their animals. Abit of dirt on that knight could perhaps draw some of the ridicule towards him instead. The governor motioned soon after his commander forth, and didn't waste any time in tearing off his cloak to use as a thing to pressure against his face that was bleeding, but to also shield his visage from the unclean peasants which had now gathered about."Get out of my way you dirty peasants! Someone is going to burn for this!"
He snarled and pressed his way past the crowd in the direction of the marketplace, and then towards the infirmary.A few moments later..."What do you mean there is no available healers?! Why not?!"
The elf screamed at one of the demi-human workers at the infirmary. Terneus couldn't believe his ears, how could there not be any healers in a place of healing?! Now in a moment where he actually had use of a disgusting bug-person they weren't available."Good sir, the fairy healers have been attending some others of your kind. They had alot of bee stings and injuries on them which required instant attention."
The woman said in a manner of fact type of voice.
It was as if his world was falling down. The healers had wasted their precious healing magic for his lousy second rate servants! How dared they?! How dare they, they were indirectly the cause of this. The elf felt a sudden urge to walk into the room where they were resting and choke the life out of them, not only for failing him in seizing the would-be-assassins, but for also stealing HIS healing aid after said failure. It was only when he was grabbed by the demi-human woman that he snapped out of his thoughts. This creature dared to lay her hands on him? He was about to raise his hand to backhand her across the face when she begun to speak."Oh dear, we have to take care of that wound right away. Come this way sir, I can help you with that. There is no one else available right now, please come this way."
The woman said in a worrying tone, and then let go of the elf. Terneus eyes twitched and his teeth gritted together, his fists tightened together. 'Tch.. to have this beast as a healer.'
He cursed inside of himself, but he needed to take care of his wound before it got any worse. He spit to the side as the woman had turned around to show him into one of the rooms. Commander Feldrin raised a slight smile, which completely died down as the governor was throwing him a glance. "Good luck my lord."
He said in a straight face, the two other knights present, one dirtier than the other offered salutes.
Baraian PaladiceTime: Of his Life
Place: Alleyway (Roshmi)
Baraian didn't speak until they found themselves at a safe distance away from the shack, or rather from where the shack once stood. An alleyway further down the street would do. When he did he finally speak, he did in a tired and strained manner. He could also still stand on his feet, while abit wobbly from the wound in his shoulder. "We.. can't go to Ra Monde... He might still be following us. You should have left me. I will only slow you down..."
The dark elf said in a solemn voice, looking to Kuroi. Baraian's white robe had been mostly spared from blood as the light magic had left a scorchmark rather than lots of blood."You should go and find our leader... tell her to use the governor's misfortune to spark an uprising... if he can be attacked in the city... whose safe?"
Baraian coughed abit, as a feeling akin to a fever was getting to him, making him slightly lightheaded. Both he and Kuroi were wounded and needed healing aid, but that would surely have to wait. The dark elf still found it strange how the vulpine had instead of withdrawn, decided to fight the governor of all people. Baraian knew fully well of what the elf was capable of. Both from past and more present occurances. There was no redeeming factor to that man, aside possibly from his ego being used against him. Possibly making him easy to deceive. Though this was only what Baraian could make out of the weird elf."Thank you for saving me... I should have been more careful. I had no idea he would follow us, we weren't part of the attempt against him. Someone is going to have to talk with Regulus and who else was there.. we need to be more careful. At this rate Ra Monde could be uncovered..."
He panted slightly and reached out to lean against the wall of the alleyway.
Place: Den of sin
The small figure crossed his arms over his chest when Azriel spoke about torture. "I'd bet you just love keeping sweets from them hungry kids don't you?"
He said with a sour expression on his face as he blew up his cheeks with air."Hey! That's rude!"
Zelginn said in a pouty manner as Xenelith elequently refered to him. "But then again he might be as boring as Akky boy. Wouldn't put it past him being a dark elf you know..."
Azriel seemed to be pretty chatty however, which was something that Zelginn could fully enjoy. Umber had been slightly disappointing in that department, perhaps he was taking on traits from his mother or something. "Hmm.. In all my years I've never had a fully boring day though, and stuff has not gotten burnt up completely. So good I guess?"
Zelginn gave a smug smile towards the winged woman, and nodded softly as she had told him her answer to his riddle."Stomach? Oh you were really close! It was HUNGER."
Zelginn gave a slight smile, showing his sharp teeth in his upper and lower jaw, they looked like miniature wolf fangs. Or like more appropriately how he looked, fox fangs."Oh a riddle for me? Humm humm. Oh I think the answer is LIFE. Does make sense doesn't it?"
Zelginn jumped up to his feet as if ready to hear if he was right or wrong."I really like life. You gotta take it... Seriously!"
Zelginn said in a cheery manner, rolling over on his back holding unto his chest in giggles before he stopped and sat back up, his ears perked up and on high alert."Oh but since you were such a fun lady, I'll let you in on a little secret. Zelginn isn't my only name..."
The small figure grew more quiet and looked around the room, walking up to Azriel while still being on the table. He tried to lean in to her ear before moving his lips."The elves used to call me Spellbane... but that was a really long time ago. But Akky and mother call me by my other name: Darkmane, one of the firstborn of the chaos mother. My mother, Lilith. Our two riddles fit nicely together, I live to hunger, I hunger to live. Living is for eating, and eating the living is my way of living."
Zelginn said in a dark tone of voice, his mouth opened into a smile and his teeth almost glimmering from the light of the candles, his voice filled with amusement and an eerie sadistic side to it. He began to giggle softly as he drew his face away from Azriel."I think it's almost time for dinner, want to join me or will you wait for my little brother to return?"
Zelginn tilted his head from side to side, gradually returning to the outward cheery mannerism which he carried previously. Just as if he was donning a mask.