Jollan

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

{Lynn and Metis collab}

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Lynn's eyes opened as she heard a voice quietly speak to her. She admittedly jumped a bit, when she saw Metis, her presence startling her as Lynn thought she was the only one there. Lynn stared in awe at the lights she cast out, a trait that Tearians from the deeper in the sea had where it was darker. While she had heard about it, she had never seen anything like it firsthand. "Y-You're so pretty!" she was finally able to say when she calmed down. "But please, you don't owe me any service," she started earnestly with sheepish smile, "I'm not even a royal or anything, just a commoner healer. My name is Lynn Meditrina, nice to meet you!" She sat up in the water, knees together and legs folded under her and hands together resting in her lap. "I'm sorry if I caused you any worry, I'm just....uneasy about this task. I've never left home before, and while I'm excited to see the world, I guess I'm anxious or something."

Metis sensed the surprise in the young Tearian healer and was so pleased and surprised that she saw her as….as pretty her chromatophores rippled with bands of electric blue veins that resembled lighting. Then she was almost crushed but what sounded like a refusal till Lynn followed it with the statement that she was not of the royal Tearian house and making Metis’s color patterns laugh with little rings of expanding yellow adding that she was but a common healer.

Then as Metis was considering a proper response the blessed healer offer her name saying it was “Lynn Meditrina” and how she was pleased to meet her and how her’s was an uneasy task.

Metis sent her thoughts and emotions bubbling with joy having found so caring a bright one.

Lynn's head tilted to the side in thought about how she called herself a 'low creature'. It didn't feel right, even if it was something the octo girl grew up being told. "You shouldn't speak so lowly of yourself. You are obviously very capable and should be proud of the strengths you were blessed with." Her tail started slowly swishing back and forth in the water. "Also, I would love to have you with us on the journey, having another Tearian with me makes me feel a lot better actually. I'll try to make sure you are safe as well," she said with a smile.

Metis was so pleased with the healer Lynn for her concern for her person and her assessment of her strengths though she was mildly concerned with the suggestion of pride.

She listened intently to the Tearian healer who said she was soon to journey and even considered her a Tearian.

Says Metis her mental communication as gentle as a whisper.

"Well if you are culled, how would you ever expect to become better? We can't always win every fight we come across. To fail doesn't always mean death, but sometimes it sheds a light upon where to improve. If you ever fall, I will be right there to pick you back up again, I promise. Besides, I'm not ever against running to live to fight another day," she said with a smile. "And, only if you are comfortable with it," she added, "I don't mind if you talk to me directly. I know its supposed to be some sort of rule, but it can't be easy on you to always have to use telepathy to talk. I have perfectly good ears, see?" Her happy smile still remained as she pointed to her ears as she wiggled them, reminiscent of fish flapping its fins. "I would like it if you were as comfortable around me as you would anyone else," she finished.

"Metis wishes to be of service, Metis is happy to make this offer. Metis if Metis must begs to be Lynn's bodyguard
Metis is confused but Metis is prepared, Metis is small but powerful, Metis wishes to prove her power as Breeder not Sport."

Says Metis in a sweet whispering that is in a very soothing tone.

"Metis honored Lynn wishes to hear her voice, Metis now knows Metis chooses wisely.

Metis knows flight tactic. Metis offers sight."

Metis leans closer to Lynn a perfect tone bathes the air as Metis cups her hands to hold water and not disappointed as a shimmering ball of water appears hovering there. Quickly the ball shows the gardens around them and the fountains outside of the Palace walls.

It is a scrying sphere only interrupted by powerful wards.

"Alright then, you win. If it's your choice to do so then I would be honored to have you along!" She noticed Metis dip her hands in the water and lift some out, hands cupped. Shortly after, it lifted from her hands and formed into a ball much like a seer's orb. "Oh wow! I've never actually seen this power in person before! I've only ever heard of it from time to time." She looked into the ball, taking in all the sights, especially of the garden. "It's beautiful!"

After a moment of looking at the images in the ball, Lynn had an idea. "That is an amazing ability! Here let me show you something! You may find it interesting." She waved her hand over the water in front of her and a small ball of water separated from the bath. She then touched it, letting it turn into a blue color. "I can enchant water to effect different physical and mental abilities. I can only make a few at a time, and this one here helps with concentration. Try drinking it, it should boost your magic capabilities, letting you see even farther with your scrying sphere."

Metis took the offered water but did not drink instead she took it into her palms infusing its life energy directly into the Scry Sphere causing it to expand in view which seems to hypnotize the Octo for about a minute.

Metis marvels on the clairity imparted to her scrying spell and takes advantage to remember the Gardens they are in, in fine 3D detail and even as she smiles at Lynn buoyed by the gift Metis's free thoughts begin mapping the area for attack vectors, blind spots, and natural fortification points.

Normally her thoughts would have only included her own safety but now she had to consciously add Lynn into the equation and remember her kind had bones so many squeeze points were now out.

"Metis is …... she bagan stalling at 2 words as her expression became the trope of Eureka!

"Metis honored Lynn thinks so highly of Metis

This Metis considers and discovering Metis and Lynn share same path for reasons important. Good that Lynn honor Metis Life highly; confusing Metis is finding this…..and strange but pleasant confusion Metis knows knowing Lynn."

Metis’s skin becomes an undulating color show her body rippling in indigo, turquoise, jade, and emerald as tiny spots of light outline her body. It is a display of openness among her kind because down where the sun don’t shine such a display is threat, warning, mating signal, or sign of trust.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Dremmick, Sophia, and Ilia collab. indented at each writer change.

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Dremmick looked around the room, knowing she was headed this way. He saw two nicely upholstered chairs with a small table between the two and figured that would be a good place as any to talk. But before that, he quickly picked up any shards of wood from the dresser and tossed them under the two halves, then propped up the halves against each other so that the parts weren't sprawled out everywhere. It didn't hide the damage, but it did get it out of the way. He then moved over and waited next to one of the chairs, not yet taking a seat.

It wasn't long until the Seer was in the doorway of Dremmick. Her friend Sophia close by. The first alliance member to be paid a visit by their immensely graceful auras. She walked in slowly. "Ah. I see you've been making yourself at home here." She commented while her eyes searched around the room. "It is magnificent how the interior has yet to change in so long." She said, mostly to herself. "Now." She looked to Dremmick. "I hear you are in need of answers. Many seek answers in this world. Take solace in the fact you are one of the few who will get theirs." She held the orb in her hands, lifting it up for him to see clearly.

Dremmick nodded at the seer and extended his arm to the chairs for them to sit. "I am, if there was another way though, I would have gladly taken it." He was thinking it would just be the seer and himself, he didn't expect the other to join her, so instead he opted to stand and let the two sit. "My request is for two specific times in my memory. There were two incidents years ago, the Valswei indecent eleven years ago, where a couple were hung by a rioting mob, and the Mirindal massacre just five years after. I am trying to find out what happened and who was involved. My memories of these events are hazy, however I am hoping that being able to walk through these events that I will be able to find my answers."

"Hmm.. A terrible thing to revisit. But if you are certain." She approached him. Her dress smoothed over as she sat down with the orb in her lap. "May I see your hand." She asked. Staring at Dremmick with her youthful fair skin illuminated by the light in the orb and the bright candle flames erupting around the castle as the sun fell.

Sophia quietly heard as Ilia talked with the man in front of her.
Instead of revealing who she was, Sophia simply suppressed her aura, curiously looking at Dremmick, inspecting his reactions, the way he moved and talked. A member of the newformed alliance. Sophia didn't think that he knew how important his position was. To be a member of an alliance formed by many different kingdoms, each with it's own king and queen, with it's own goals and cultures. All of them very different from one another.

As Ilia and Dremmick continued talking, he mentioned that he wanted answers. Something about a massacre and something he called 'Valswei incident'. Unsurprisingly for those who knew exactly who Sophia was, she had no idea about those incidents. For her, everything that happened outside of the mountain regarding politics and the other descendants interacting with each other weren't things she should interfere with and as such, were deemed irrelevant.

"Some things are better to be left in the past, forgotten. Smile, child. You're still young." Sophia said, smiling kindly to the man, as she continued to carefully watch his reactions.

"You are be a member of the newformed alliance, right?" Sophia asked, her curiosity to know more about the man was clear in her tone of voice. Despite her exotic appearance, unlike any other he had seen in his life, she exuded an almost motherly air. It was almost like it was comfortable just being around her. But even though, he could still feel her eyes analyzing every reaction he made.

"Oh! I'm sorry for interrupting you. I'll wait until you both are finished." Sophia said as she saw Ilia approaching him with the orb on her lap.

"If I could find answers any other way I would have done it already. I just pray this is worth it," Dremmick said to Sophia. When she asked about being in the alliance he thought for a second. "I currently have no king, and I wish to keep it that way. I have experienced being in a group before, I can't say that i have any interest in the idea." When she apologized he shook his head and held up his hand. "It's fine....," he said as he refocused on what he was about to do. He nearly reached out with his right hand but then hesitated, holding out his left instead. He took a deep sigh, still a little nervous. "Alright... I am ready."

"The alliance I believe. Is not to command one as a knight under a king. But as a hero for us all. A truly noble path..." She slowly grasped his hand with her right. Within seconds he would feel his soul through a strange sensation. Then he would feel it expand around him and within the room. He was able to sense the auras in the room through a sixth sense. "I will guide you now." The world around Dremmick and Illia began to crumble and fade away, being replaced with a grassy forest with trees looming over outside a home. "Do you recognize this place?" She asked. Still sitting in the chair. However if he would turn around Sophia would be gone. Not coming with them to this trip. All she would see would be the two standing and sitting as they were.

Dremmick nodded, "This is my aunt and uncle's house, they made medicines here as it was rich with a variety of plant life.... Sylvia and Greymund Mirindal...." he said in a low tone. "This isn't the first stop I had in mind, or at least not on purpose anyway." They were behind the house as a loud knocking was heard at the door in the front, followed by a man yelling out in pain and a woman scream. Dremmick's eyes closed as he remembered the event very well. Soon a woman came running out with a young teenage Dremmick. At this time, Dremmick still had his horns and wings, and his tail wasn't hidden as it is now, clearly marking him as of dragon descent. She tried to get him to go on without her, but he refused and tried to help her on a horse when an arrow came flying past young Dremmick, hitting his aunt in the heart. The boy panicked and resorted to his necromancy to fight, his inability to control it had seen two men not only ripped of their life energy, but the soul itself crushed in his grasp, When the boy turned to the next few men slammed two arrows into his chest, and acting on impulse, the boy healed himself, which started the process of his cursed arm, turning. "My mind went black about here." he said, watching the events unfold. The boy seemed to go into an unyielding rage, his draconic blood going into overdrive even though he couldn't transform. Using anything at his disposal, talonned wings, teeth, and his necromancy, he tore into his attackers till none were standing, save for one straggler that was smart enough to run. The boy however succumbed to his own wounds and fell over. Time sped up and a fire that had apparently started in the house has spread. When time resumed normally the house was nearly completely burned down, young Dremmick started to stir. The current Dremmick however, was already checking the bodies for anything to identify them. For Ilia, she would see Dremmick desperately trying to revive his aunt only to spread the curse and fail, causing him to fall again. There was shouting heard in the distance as the Taxis finally reached the small secluded cabin, alerted by the smoke and tell of a necromancer attacking there from one straggler that escaped, claiming he was only visiting for medicine at the time. One large knight walked up to the boy who was clearly tainted by the evils of necromancy and shook his head, muttering to himself. He raised his broad battle axe as the young man lifted his hand, a vain attempt to stop it from coming down, chopping the boy into two in one fell swing.

"The Dolofon..." Dremmick said quietly, shaking his head as he got up from inspecting one of the dead assailants from earlier. He met back up with Ilia and looked to the Taxis warrior. "I don't blame him for what he did, arriving at such a site, I'm not sure what I would do myself. I guess it would seem right. He told me it was a sorry lot I drew, and may the afterlife be kinder to my tortured fate." he gave a wry grin and slightly chuckled solemnly. He turned as the other guards came in, in awe at the destruction before them. Though something else caught Dremmick's ear before he asked to end it.

"BY THE GODS, SHE'S MOVING!" The large man yelled. Dremmick quickly turned to see his aunt stand and grab her nephew, holding him together with her own plant magic that Dremmick never remembered her having. She was still pale as death, arrow in her chest as she picked young Dremmick up. "S...she lived!? But no... I couldn't have...", Dremmick stammered. He concentrated and used his eyes to stare at the souls of the people in the vision, surprised slightly that the vision could even emulate the souls of people. It was her, but how, it was so long ago that she had died, it didn't make any sense. She quickly ran off into the woods with Dremmick's body in tow, plants blocking the way for anyone to follow. Dremmick was stunned. It was almost too much to handle, but now he knew more than he ever did, and who exactly has been hunting him all these years, causing so much strife at every turn. He turned back to Ilia, "I'm done," he said simply.

When they exited the vision, apparently his breath had been heavy as the room was smoky, his right arm was seriously tense, and he was in a cold sweat. The multiple wounds on his body that never healed naturally were all slightly bleeding as well as the bandages on his arm and two spots where his wings had been were nearly completely turning the cloth a deep crimson. The stress of the vision and the events wore away his ever present control on his body while he was in the vision, and now that he was out he tried to regain his composure. Since he was in control of his own blood, it seemed to withdraw back into his body from where it came. He took a deep breath as he straightened himself out. and looked back up to the other two. "Thank you." he said flatly, eyes slightly aglow with either rage, sorrow, or determination, not even Dremmick was sure at the moment.

Sophia listened as Dremmick replied to her, still carefully analyzing his reactions. Whatever it was that happened in his past, whatever it was that he had forgotten, was very important to him, as it was clear by his tone of voice. Regarding his following statements, Sophia had mixed feelings about that... It was ok to follow one's own ideals and not following a king, but the way he said it made it look like he wasn't good with groups... And unity, especially within that newformed group, would be extremely important. To trust each other would prove to be fundamental for them to face the long journey ahead.

As Ilia held Dremmick's hand, Sophia simply waited. Whatever that man was going to see with Ilia was his business and his alone. Sophia had no right to interfere with that and as such, even being curious about that man, she was satisfied with simply studying his reactions outside the vision. Unfortunately, Dremmick's expression was hard to read... There were so many emotions that it was hard for Sophia to even try to say how he was feeling.

After the vision ended though, something interesting happened. Sophia had sat down in a chair, patiently waiting for both of them when suddenly, wounds all around Dremmick's body started to bleed out of nowhere. His expression, his eyes were filled with a mix of emotions. Rage, sorrow, sadness... It was hard to describe what exactly it was. Just a second later though, the big crimson spots coming from all over his body, especially two oddly shaped ones on his back, disappeared, almost like if his blood was sucked back to his body. His expression was almost blank as he visibly tried to regain his composure and hide his feelings.
Whatever he had seen on that vision was very impactful and important to him. As much as Sophia wanted to know more about the members of the alliance, in part to see who amongst them would be a better leader, it was probably a good idea to leave him with his own thoughts.

"I will understand if you don't want to talk about it but... are you ok?" Sophia asked, looking to Dremmick with a worried expression.

"I'm... alright..." Dremmick said as he looked at his right hand. He gripped it tight and his arm started to glow that eerie spectral silver color. It was the soft glow of his own soul and life energy. "It's been the Dolofon all this time," he stated, just above a whisper, shaking his head as he let go of the power, the glow fading away. He mentally kicked himself for not thinking of the Dolofon sooner, but trying to get information on them was no easy task. He had worked side by side with them a few times, knowing how they were, it should have been obvious. He looked back over to Sophia, "I'm sorry to disappoint, but however 'noble' this alliance is, I'm not sure I can go on with them. Our paths diverge too greatly and even if I went, the target that has been placed on me will do nothing but get them slaughtered.... I'm not living through that hell again." Dremmick breathed out heavily, some smoke coming from his mouth again. It was all frustrating, and he has already said too much. He would have to make himself scarce and soon. "Thank you," he said to the seer, "If you would excuse me," He said, nodding as he did for the king in a semi bow like way. He turned and opened the door to the balcony, walked out and leaned against the railing on his elbows.

Illia was silent as Dremmick took in what had happened. She could only watch as he walked to the balcony. She then got to her feet. Looking at Sophia with a worried expression. She then turned to Dremmick and approached the balcony. Standing behind Dremmick she spoke with a soft voice. "Your past is your own to bare and your choices you own to make. But as the one who has shown you your past I feel some what responsible for what path you take further on." She went on. "There is no greater ally when facing the dark than the King of light. My lord is a good King."

"With all that you have seen, all that you now know, a fraction of the darkness I've enveloped myself in... How do you know that I would be accepted here, should my true power be exposed? And how could I risk the very lives of those around me knowing full well what hunts me? Asking me that is akin to calling for me to risk their lives for something they are not even involved in." He was calm in his speech, collected. He turned to her looking for some sort of answer. It was the kind of troubles he had never shared with anyone, and with her being one of the few that knew about his past, he felt he could at least talk with her.

"Whatever happens the King will always be by the side of those who fight for truth and justice. As for whether you will find a place here that is uncertain... But this world has many places. Perhaps you can find one on your journey. Besides those who are with you in this alliance will be in quite a bit of trouble with what we are asking you all to do." She sighed. Turning to Sophia.

Sophia listened as Dremmick replied. She didn't know exactly what had happened, but something surely happened. But she choose to respect his wish to not talk about it. She curiously looked at him as he said that he wouldn't be able to be a part of the alliance, that the target that had been put on him was far too great... She silently watched as he went nodded with a small bow, going to the balcony.

Luckily, Ilia was fast to go after Dremmick, offering him comforting words. Sophia herself even considered trying to talk with him, but she was but an outsider. She had just arrived, just met that man whom she didn't even knew the name and above everything else, she felt like she didn't have the right to say anything, for her didn't know about his past or what he saw with Ilia. Even when the man said something about his true power being revealed, Sophia didn't know what to say. She even opened her mouth, but hesitated, choosing to simply stay quiet as she was naught but an observer. She wasn't directly involved like Ilia was.

When Ilia finished speaking, turning to Sophia, she looked at her with a kind smile, silently indicating her that she shouldn't worry about her and could go speak with him if she wanted to.

Dremmick was silent for a while as he weighed his options. He couldn't very well try to face the Dolofon alone, and it would seem that Vrondi's forces were working against those of the Therosi and the Dolofon as well, which if he did align himself with them it would be very advantageous. At the same time however, he would be risking everyone in his group around him to an attack by the Dolofon, should they find him again, which would be easier to be found if he was in some famed group that was put on a pedestal as an alliance of nations. This could however, help him become much stronger much faster than what he could on his own in the shadows.

After much consideration he turned to the two women, "Alright I'll join your alliance, but I do not wish to be publicized for it. I wish to keep as low a profile as possible. The less eyes on me the better, lest I want the Dolofon to be on my heels wherever I go." He was holding himself up a bit higher, like his spirits had been lifted, even if it was only just slightly. "So ask what you need to know, or what your king needs of us. For now, I, Dremmick Valswei, will be at your service."

Fairy Tail: We Are Family

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Fairy Tail: We Are Family

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Introducing blood demon Dremmick

Fairy Tail: We Are Family

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

'Like a good member of the Alliance'. Everything about that phrase left a bad taste in Dremmick's mouth. He jerked his arm from the guard as he felt the tension start loosen, the bandages were red where the guard grabbed them, though they quickly faded back to white. He nodded a slight thanks to Eros as he was originally planning on skewering the guard's hand and going for an escape, though he could only imagine that it would be fairly tough to escape. "If you will excuse me," he said, irritation evident in his voice. He turned and walked off while Czi and Eros seemed to be exchanging 'pleasantries', leaving through another door into the same hallway. Dremmick had heard of Eros, even though he never took any interest in the man. He did however thumbed through one of his books that he found surprising in a library one time. Some of the sketches were admittedly captivating even though they were highly adult in nature, while others... still haunt him to this day.

He thought about the new tyro girl he ran into in both the hallway and the library. There was something about her that he just couldn't put his finger on, like he recognized her, though he was positive he had never seen her before. 'Maybe she was some royal in disguise,' he thought with a slight grin. It was an interesting concept, like that from a book, but hardly a reality. It could happen he supposed, though he had never heard of a royal throwing away their title and fortune to go and adventure with a bunch of misfits from across the land. His grin quickly faded as he was saw two women and a servant coming down the hall, especially when that servant pointed to him while talking to one of the women. It was then that he noticed that the one the servant was talking to was carrying a seeing orb. He let out an annoyed sigh, a faint bit of smoke escaping from his mouth as he turned and opened the door to his room, walking in. While he did ask for it, he was reluctant to start, as this would be something he wished he never had to relive, much less share with anyone. Especially someone he didn't actually know or trust. It was a risk to him, but if it answers his questions it will be well worth it.

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Lynn woke up, realizing she had fallen asleep only the top half of her head above water. She looked around and noticed that Cerese wasn't in the washroom anymore. She liked Cerese, unlike a good number of the other Tearians in the escort. They seemed to think of her as a tool, a machine, but Lynn knew that there was a soul that was inside Cerese, and even though it was being used to run the machine that is her body, it should still somewhere be capable of feeling. Lynn blew bubbles in the water. She contemplated if doing this was the right decision. She didn't know many of the people in the escort, and though they were friendly enough towards her, she still felt a little alone. Back home, she had a few friends, though most of her time was taken up at the infirmary, she didn't have much time to do anything. Her head sunk under the water, now only the tip of her horn poking out. Maybe this was a bad idea. She would be leaving with a group of people that she had no idea how they were like. At least with the escort she knew that they were Tearian soldiers, now, who knows what kind of people they would be, especially with all the yelling that she heard not too long ago in another room. She curled up into a ball in the water much like how she was when she was siting outside on the crates. "What do I do now..." she thought solemnly out loud to what she thought was only herself, not knowing of Metis somewhere in the same bath.

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Allard finished his pipe and stored it away with a sigh of contentment, "Its not very often I get ta enjoy that. First time in nearly eleven years I'd wager." He put the pipe back in the pouch and proceeded to get out of the water, feeling better than he ever had in years. "I may as well rest up, I would assume we are ta be put ta use in tha morn', so I may as well get a bit a shut-eye." He gathered his things, slinging the sword harness over his shoulder so the swords hung over his back as he held the belts with his left hand. Everything else he just carried tucked under his left arm as he went to the room he originally changed out of his clothes in. He opened the door and walked in, letting the door close behind him when he stepped inside. However, he froze for a moment when he noticed a young tyro woman sitting on his bed reading a book. "Oh! I am sorry lass, I must'a come into tha wrong room!" he said a bit sheepishly, especially since he was there in nothing but a wet loincloth and his ever present left arm cover. When he turned, he noticed his clothes neatly folded next to the door where he left them. "...or not... It is fine though! Tha room is yurs ta keep, I can find myself another. Sorry ta bother ya." He grabbed his clothes and started to head back out the door, admittedly a little embarrassed.

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Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Dremmick looked up at the girl he saw in to hall, when she greeted them. “So, clearly this must be where all the action is in this otherwise uneventful wing of the castle.” Dremmick, with a neutral face, looked over to Mason, who seemed to still be asleep in his book, and then back up to Czi, ”Clearly.” He knew she was talking about the royal he throttled, and he started to ponder on why she followed him. When she pulled her hood down, Dremmick recognised that she was a tyro girl. There was a noticeable scar across what Dremmick thought was a fairly attractive face, from some sort of struggle no doubt.

“Anything good to read,” she asked, however it didn't quite register as Dremmick was lost in thought. He walked back over to a shelf and replaced a book he had taken earlier. He picked up another book, more like a log, on different large crime cases and incidents in the kingdom. Flipping through it, it again had no mention of any of the events he was looking for, almost as if it was being covered up again, even here in the castle. It made no sense to him. How could something like that happen and there be no record of it? Was it being covered up? And if so, by whom? Dremmick shook his head. His first thought was the Taxis, but that seemed to simple. He needed to meet with that seer, whether that king of theirs liked it or not. He would have to find her, and hopefully she would be alone. It was then that he registered that the girl spoke to him and he shook his head to clear his thoughts. ”I apologize. I'm afraid that I don't have much time for reading for leisure, so I can't rightly say. Much less actually whenever that spineless blob finally finds the guards,” he replied breaking the odd silence, muttering the last sentence as he thought about the Tearian royal. ”Temporary member of an alliance or not, I'm sure putting such a person in his place just may be frowned upon here.” He placed the book on its respective shelf and let out a sigh, thinking about how to track down and find this seer should the guard be after him. It was a stupid move on his part. He should have just went ahead and killed the blob, or threaten him into silence while he had the chance.

@Dread

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

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Dremmick heard a sharp knock on the door and went to investigate. Upon opening the door he found a long chest outside his door with his name engraved on it. He brought it in and set it on the bed, rubbing his chin as he thought about opening it. Shrugging he decided to go ahead. Inside was an assortment of gear with a letter from vrondi describing what each item was. Dremmick had to admit that he was impressed with the items, and also how it would seem that Vrondi may know a little about Dremmick's necromancy due to the staff. He hand't displayed it to anyone, but knowing sol, especially the king of them, he may have looked into his mind, which Dremmick wasn't comfortable with at all. Either way, it didn't seem to bother the king and as long as he was the giving sort, he would take it. He took the eternal bindings and tied it off at the upper end of the staff, putting off thinking of a place for it for later. He lashed the staff to his gear at his back, above where the daggers were sheathed and started to head to the library. If the seer wasn't going to show up tonight, he may as well do some research.

He walked outside of the room, passing a tyro girl, and continued heading for the library until he heard a girl cry out in pain. Dremmick stopped and listened to see if he could hear anything else. He heard every word that was said from outside the door. His brows cam together, and a slight grin started to show. His right hand went over the doorknob, thin streams of blood coming out and going into the lock, working their way through to slowly unlock the door before he turned the knob and casually opened the door, retracting the blood as he pushed it open. The four gasped as he entered the room, a couple of them trying to cover themselves back up. "My apologies ladies, I did not mean to barge in, I thought I heard someone cry out." he said a little too casually. The girls looked worried as they gathered at the end of the room. Dremmick could see the one with the strike across her face as she got off the floor to be with the other two, which made his eyes go narrow as he cut them to the giant ugly creature with tendrils all about. “WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE COMING INTO MY ROOM!” the Tearian royal yelled.

Ignoring him, Dremmick noticed one of the tentacles that the bloated man used to whip the girl's face. Noticing it was a bit redder than the others. ”How much did you pay for these girls?” Dremmick asked, closing the door and locking it. If fish could sweat, this guy was doing it. “More than you could afford you lowly cur! Leave before I throw you out myself!” However, the royal's eyes went wide at the sight of the money pouch Dremmick pulled out. It was Dremmick's earnings from the blood banquet, much more than any price he paid for the three of these girls combined. “What do you want.” the royal asked in a serious tone. ”Simple, I'm buying them from you.” Dremmick replied the eerie smile on his face growing. The royal couldn't help but start laughing, “It's a deal! With a haul like that I could by over a dozen of the wenches!” He continued to laugh, at least, until the whole bag of coins was shoved down his gullet. The next thing anyone would have noticed from the outside is the sounds of a struggle from the other side of the door, until a huge Tearian broke through it and collided with one of the pillars, a bit of carturized flesh where an offending tentacle used to be. Dremmick came strolling out into the hall, a lit fire dagger in one hand and slowly twirling a tentacle in the other, singed on the end as well, with a bit of smoke still on it. ”You know, I usually like calamari but I think that this would leave a bad taste in my mouth. You can have it back.” he said, tossing it to the struggling to stand royal as he tried to run off. He smiled at the thought of the creature passing coins for the next week. ”Thank you for your business.”

Dremmick turned to the three girls and saw them shuffling uncomfortably. He pulled the cloth off of his staffs and held it to the one girls cheek. She flinched at first, though after it had healed any damage after a few seconds, and took away the lingering pain and redness, she seemed grateful. Dremmick nodded as he saw that the cloth did its job as he tied it back on the staff. ”You may want to get a room with a good door....It can get a bit drafty otherwise. Anyways, how about you enjoy yourselves....I guess I'll... have to get this settled in the morning. Feel free to keep any of the spilled coins on the room floor. If anyone here gives you trouble, claim yourself under my name, Dremmick of the Alliance, I'm just a few doors down next to the bathing hall. The Taxis or Aion should...somewhat understand.” He walked away to go to the library, leaving as casually as he had arrived. He wasn't sure how well it would hold should he leave, but it may give them some sort of direction to live their own lives. On the floor was about 50 gold, and there was another 100 in one of his pouches he kept in case someone ever stole the rest of his money. He chuckled to himself as he never thought he would spend his earnings that way.

Dremmick arrived to the library to find Mason among a mountain of books, nose buried in one book, though moslty likely also drooling into it as he was snoring quite audibly. ”You are more studious than I had thought.” he said to Mason as he entered the library. He looked at the shelf headings for history and started to go through and inspect the books. Looking for any that would indicate details of his families deaths, such as crime and incident records around that time. He took down his hood as he wasn't to worried about the company anymore, as it was just mason and himself that was in the library at the time.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Collab post: Allard and Blight

Garrett quite enjoyed the time he had fighting Allard, he just wished it continued, and he knew many others in the room wished the same thing. Nevertheless, he broke a sweat. He waved a hand to Allard as he recovered his sword, it was time to continue his duty at guiding people to the guest rooms like a good servant and knight. However, Garrett felt deserving of using the lush baths that the guests were provided. It was the closest, and nicest place to wash himself- He led himself to one of the bathing areas, it didn't matter which, he undressed himself, leaving his armor in the foyer of the bath before taking a nice dip to clean himself for the day and wash himself off from the light exercise he did.

Allard thanked the king for accepting him and followed blight to the guest rooms. He had never seen anything like it before. Just as the rest of the castle the rooms were extravagantly decorated from top to bottom, and for the first time since he had been gone from home, there was a bath that was big enough that he could actually climb in the water. He didn't pass up the chance. Using a public bath was nothing new to him in his days in the arena, though he did have some modesty now that he was out and wore a large black loincloth that covered down to his mid thigh. He had a bit of chest hair, and a multitude of scars from years of combat in the arenas, including a large one in the center of his body. He brought with him a towel and a small canvas pouch the he took out of the storage pocket on his pants, and his two blades, sheathed of coarse and never leaving his side. He got in the water at the other side away from blight, and sat down, relaxing in the water even though it only came up to his abs. He set the towel on the ridge behind him on top of his blades and relaxed against the wall of the bath. He took a pipe from the pouch as well as some tobacco and prepped it, lighting it shortly after. after a few puffs to get it started, he leaned back, resting his arms at the top of the bath walls and sighed in contentment. "A man could get used ta a place like this." he said with his eyes closed. He looked back over to blight, "So what's yur name? I doubt its really something as diminutive as 'Blight'. Seems like somthin' them royals would craft as they try ta find somthin' ta look down their noses at ya for."

Garrett stared at the man at a reasonable distance away from himself in the bath, the focus made him look at himself for a moment in comparison, muscular and scarred, something to talk about, however, his own scars were from hunting large beasts rather than fighting them in the arena, and his beasts didn't talk much. Either way, he stared at the other scarred man; washing himself off with the floral scented waters of the heated bath. Smoking was pointless in Garrett's eyes, it gave away his positions when he was out in the forests. He cupped a large amount of water within his hands and decided it was no better time than now to wash his hair, pouring it over his head and horns, letting the water do its moist magic. "When I wasn't coined the Blighted Knight, I was called by my true given name. It's really nice one in my eyes. I'm Sir Garrett Everard of Onyx. It does not matter what you call me, I do not mind any of the names given to me. Blight is fine, or Garrett." He shut his eyes, leaning into the waters to relax for the day.

"Adelhard Baldewin," he said stating his name in reply. "Though you can call me Allard." He thought for a moment, looking around not seeing anyone else, though he thought he heard some talking in the room next to him. "So, what are these others with us like? Or have ya not known 'em long enough ta say?"

Blight sat and thought, all he did was hear their requests, see what they looked like, and stopped one for their citizenship. Not much to go off of. He sat a little more, and kept sitting. "It's a rough bunch. Likely a lot of whims to invests oneself in. A volatile team, that can either do the job or crumble under it's own momentum. Very risky. A good gamble."

"Ah, well, as long as it ain't a bunch of up tight fops like tha ones they had on display in there, should be right as rain I think." he replied with a couple more puffs on his pipe and a grin. It was shortly after that that a girl seemed to poke her head through the door as a look of surprise hit her. She quickly shut the door with an apology and Allard could here the door lock shortly after. Allard let out a hearty laugh at her reaction. "Yes," he said going back to his pipe still chuckling a bit, "It should be an interestin' endeavor indeed."