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Soooo, everyone still lurking around?
We should maybe move things on towards the night's sleep and starting the trip? :3
We should maybe move things on towards the night's sleep and starting the trip? :3
Possibly.
Maybe its just being a very very long day until tomorrow?
Maybe its just being a very very long day until tomorrow?
Yes not so bad. An entire day with the house to myself today - good time shall ensue >:D
So how is everyone?
Yes, I'm enjoying this very much and think the characters are awesome.
Well if that was her response then it just just be my natural charisma bleeding through into the character
Where abouts in Italy did you say you were again Clirkus? I've been to Rome and Venice - and yes , the good is amazing :3
Well if that was her response then it just just be my natural charisma bleeding through into the character
Where abouts in Italy did you say you were again Clirkus? I've been to Rome and Venice - and yes , the good is amazing :3
Sparrot
Sparrot’s beady little black eyes watched intently as the trio of elves had delved deeper in the mountains, he had watched as they had clambered up what had seemed like miles of steep inclination higher and higher up the mountain that was called Mt Skargarth, its peak so high even he could likely not reach its very top. The trails were tretcherous and required the elves conscentration as they scaled higher and higher. He had shared in their celebrations as they had discovered an ancient ruin carved into the side of the mountain, the female elf, Filari, as he had learnt translated the runes around the entrance and spoke aloud the name of the place – the temple of Sinadrai.
He had been careful to follow them silently into the dark ruins, gliding in the darkness always just out of sight as their torches and natural low-light vision helped them navigate its winding depths. Eventually they had come out into a grand carved cavern that had once served as the audience chamber to a group of elven wizards, allegedly the most powerful the land had ever seen – or so one of the group continued to explain to the others throughout the trip. Continuing past the chamber, deeper into what Sparrot assumed was the core of the mountain they moved through numerous grand hallways, the beauty of their past lost but not forgotten. Finally they reached the chamber that his love had said they would, and as he promised there was a plinth at the centre of the room that was illuminated in a shoft shimmering golden light – a necklace of some kind with a large gemstone fitted into it sat atop the plinth.
Sparrot waited in glee for the next moment, his love had explained that this point would show him if they had found the real gemstone of Ulrick or not.
“Is that it?” asked Gilith, his eyes fixated on the stone.
“I think so” replied Filari, her voice filled with anticipation “Imagine the look on Tobis’s face when we walk back into the academy with the stone!”
The third elf, Auren looked a little less certain as he eyed the plinth suspiciously before he added his own words to the conversation “We must take care, for example where is that light coming from? Why has it laid here for so long undisturbed I wonder?”
Filari laughed and walked forwards as she said “Don’t be a fool, we’ve come all this way and here it is now, the fabled gemstone of Ulrick. Imagine the fame and power, and to think of how the king and queen would reward us for returning it to our kingdom!”
With that she reached out to take the gemstone, but as her hand passed through the golden light she recoiled instantly as her screams filled the chamber and the others rushed forwards out of concern. Filari’s screams soon turned to frenzied laughter as she whirled around to face the other two.
“What is it Filari?” asked Gilith, his face filled with concern.
A shrill laugh was his only response as Filari glanced around before looking at her own hands and body in fascination.
“Filari?” she asked before her wild grin spread even more and she laughed again, shrill and almost violent laughter. Auren was backing away slowly as with a trembling voice he said “I don’t think that’s Filari anymore…”
Suddenly the female elf jumped into the air and remained suspended about two meters above the ground hovering in place and she nodded slowly as her eyes bored into Auren’s, a deep madness showing itself for a brief moment before she pointed a single outstretched finger at him. Just as he was about to turn and flee she uttered a single word “Devoratus”. A t that moment Auren shrieked in terror as his very life force was torn from his body and he was almost instantaneously reduced to a dusty crumbling skeleton. Gilith fell to his knees in despair with his mouth agape as Filari, or whatever was in their now turned to face him.
Descending slowly to the ground she walked towards him with an almost alluring stride, a subtle grin on her face and a glint in her eye before she pulled him aggressively into an embrace. He tried to resist and push himself away but her strength and grip were absolute. Pulling him into a kiss she again spoke a word, this time muffled by his own mouth as she forced her tongue erotically into his mouth and the spell took effect. Moments later she held little more than a husk of a skeleton, kissing it gently on the cheek before she released it causing it to shatter into dust as it hit the ground.
A soft chuckle escaped her lips before she turned and raised an arm and said “Come forth sweet little Raven, I have a message for your master.” Sparrot obediently flew from where he had been perched watching the events unfold with savage enjoyment.
Phrenesis
“Simply divine!” exclaimed Phrenesis as she took another bite from the pastry, the gooey centre oozing out. With her mouth half full she asked “How did you make it taste so good?”
The baker gazed up, his eyes filled with hatred as he continued to work kneading dough and other various substances, barley pausing as he mumbled something about his life’s work and possibly something about it going to waste.
“Did you mean the pastry or your daughter?” Phrenesis retorted with a cruel smile, the man keeping his head down as he avoided meeting her gaze.
“Oh you’re no fun anymore…” she moaned before giving him a drawn out exaggerated sigh “but, you have done everything I have asked. So as promised once this is over I will spare not only your daughter, but also yourself – so just relax.”
The baker looked up, a glimmer a hope still in his eye as he watched the thing that had taken control of his daughter take another large bite of the pastry.
“Of course it may still be some time, but I’m almost done with you” she said casually as he returned to his work. Opening the small pocket-book once more she frowned as she saw that the pages were still blank. Leaning over the book she reached over and grabbed a quill an inkpot from the counter amongst the general clutter before starting to draw in the book. After some considerable time she was happy with her creation she sat back and examined it. It was a scene of a village filled with terrified villagers that were fleeing the destruction of the giant pie-beast monster she had drawn as it reared up behind an expertly drawn Ada and wagon, a perfect drawing of Ada riding behind Willow with her face oblivious and happy. The beasts gaping maw was filled with hundreds of teeth, each razor sharp and gleaming. It was all quiet graphic really. She then wrote a simple question mark beside it before sitting back. Not that she wanted to rush Aergar, after all he had his ways – and he knew how difficult it could be to toy with Ada Lovelace of all people. It was simply impatience that drove her actions as well as an ever burning desire for revenge that rested deep within Phrenesis.
Shrugging she closed the book before yawning and stretching upwards. Suddenly her new feline friend jumped up into her lap, the black cat purring fiercely as it rubbed itself against her in an attempt for attention. “What to name you…” she thought aloud as she scratched at the cat’s ear, stuck for ideas. She looked at the creature, its coat was now a thick midnight black with a subtle sheen, perfect for moving unseen with its new lithe muscles and almost feral appearance. Shrugging again she stood suddenly, the cat springing from her lap at a moment’s notice before she strode over to the doorway, pausing besides a large ledger and examining its contents for a few moments, running her finger down the page as she searched.
Seeing the next delivery to Eira she decided that it would be better to ride on a cargo airship than spend the next however long trudging through the wilderness in an attempt to get closer to Sparrot. He should be done with his task at any moment, and she was ever so curious to know if the old fool Tobis from that ridiculous archaeological guild had gotten any closer to Sinadrai. It was a name that was oh so familiar to her, but it always danced on the edge of her memories. Once before a long time ago when Phrenesis had inhabited some kind of elven lord he had told Sparrot of an artefact of some sorts that was supposedly lost there or so Sparrot had told him. There was nothing Phrenesis could remember from that time, and it had been difficult to get more of an accurate description out of the bird. Despite his many uses, the little one’s habit of speaking always in riddle and rhyme seemed to prevent him from describing anything in great detail. As she walked through the town with the cat at her heels she wondered idly if it would ever be possible to make her feline companion capable of speech. Surely a cat would be able to describe things in vivid detail.
High above the cliff’s of Tariq airships circled and came in to land whilst others took off to whichever destination they were headed. She smiled as she imagined her cakes and pastries being shipped off to various cities, where nobles and merchants as well as any other who could afford such luxuries would be unknowingly ingesting her little secret. He’d be able to control a large portion of the people who mattered throughout Emanseria. Jabari had been her test to see just how easy it would be, and it had shown the exact potential of her plans. She now realised that she would be able to arrange the demise of anyone, influence the lives of millions and impose any decisions across the entire realm. Of course she had promised a Kingdom to Aergar, but that was fine, and now she knew it was definitely possible to keep such a promise. He would make a good king, probably, maybe, hopefully not. Smiling as she imaged what she would be able to do in an entire playground of Emanseria, and of course it made sense to make sure Ada Lovelace was one of those people that was her plaything in this oh so pretty picture.
Sparrot’s beady little black eyes watched intently as the trio of elves had delved deeper in the mountains, he had watched as they had clambered up what had seemed like miles of steep inclination higher and higher up the mountain that was called Mt Skargarth, its peak so high even he could likely not reach its very top. The trails were tretcherous and required the elves conscentration as they scaled higher and higher. He had shared in their celebrations as they had discovered an ancient ruin carved into the side of the mountain, the female elf, Filari, as he had learnt translated the runes around the entrance and spoke aloud the name of the place – the temple of Sinadrai.
He had been careful to follow them silently into the dark ruins, gliding in the darkness always just out of sight as their torches and natural low-light vision helped them navigate its winding depths. Eventually they had come out into a grand carved cavern that had once served as the audience chamber to a group of elven wizards, allegedly the most powerful the land had ever seen – or so one of the group continued to explain to the others throughout the trip. Continuing past the chamber, deeper into what Sparrot assumed was the core of the mountain they moved through numerous grand hallways, the beauty of their past lost but not forgotten. Finally they reached the chamber that his love had said they would, and as he promised there was a plinth at the centre of the room that was illuminated in a shoft shimmering golden light – a necklace of some kind with a large gemstone fitted into it sat atop the plinth.
Sparrot waited in glee for the next moment, his love had explained that this point would show him if they had found the real gemstone of Ulrick or not.
“Is that it?” asked Gilith, his eyes fixated on the stone.
“I think so” replied Filari, her voice filled with anticipation “Imagine the look on Tobis’s face when we walk back into the academy with the stone!”
The third elf, Auren looked a little less certain as he eyed the plinth suspiciously before he added his own words to the conversation “We must take care, for example where is that light coming from? Why has it laid here for so long undisturbed I wonder?”
Filari laughed and walked forwards as she said “Don’t be a fool, we’ve come all this way and here it is now, the fabled gemstone of Ulrick. Imagine the fame and power, and to think of how the king and queen would reward us for returning it to our kingdom!”
With that she reached out to take the gemstone, but as her hand passed through the golden light she recoiled instantly as her screams filled the chamber and the others rushed forwards out of concern. Filari’s screams soon turned to frenzied laughter as she whirled around to face the other two.
“What is it Filari?” asked Gilith, his face filled with concern.
A shrill laugh was his only response as Filari glanced around before looking at her own hands and body in fascination.
“Filari?” she asked before her wild grin spread even more and she laughed again, shrill and almost violent laughter. Auren was backing away slowly as with a trembling voice he said “I don’t think that’s Filari anymore…”
Suddenly the female elf jumped into the air and remained suspended about two meters above the ground hovering in place and she nodded slowly as her eyes bored into Auren’s, a deep madness showing itself for a brief moment before she pointed a single outstretched finger at him. Just as he was about to turn and flee she uttered a single word “Devoratus”. A t that moment Auren shrieked in terror as his very life force was torn from his body and he was almost instantaneously reduced to a dusty crumbling skeleton. Gilith fell to his knees in despair with his mouth agape as Filari, or whatever was in their now turned to face him.
Descending slowly to the ground she walked towards him with an almost alluring stride, a subtle grin on her face and a glint in her eye before she pulled him aggressively into an embrace. He tried to resist and push himself away but her strength and grip were absolute. Pulling him into a kiss she again spoke a word, this time muffled by his own mouth as she forced her tongue erotically into his mouth and the spell took effect. Moments later she held little more than a husk of a skeleton, kissing it gently on the cheek before she released it causing it to shatter into dust as it hit the ground.
A soft chuckle escaped her lips before she turned and raised an arm and said “Come forth sweet little Raven, I have a message for your master.” Sparrot obediently flew from where he had been perched watching the events unfold with savage enjoyment.
Phrenesis
“Simply divine!” exclaimed Phrenesis as she took another bite from the pastry, the gooey centre oozing out. With her mouth half full she asked “How did you make it taste so good?”
The baker gazed up, his eyes filled with hatred as he continued to work kneading dough and other various substances, barley pausing as he mumbled something about his life’s work and possibly something about it going to waste.
“Did you mean the pastry or your daughter?” Phrenesis retorted with a cruel smile, the man keeping his head down as he avoided meeting her gaze.
“Oh you’re no fun anymore…” she moaned before giving him a drawn out exaggerated sigh “but, you have done everything I have asked. So as promised once this is over I will spare not only your daughter, but also yourself – so just relax.”
The baker looked up, a glimmer a hope still in his eye as he watched the thing that had taken control of his daughter take another large bite of the pastry.
“Of course it may still be some time, but I’m almost done with you” she said casually as he returned to his work. Opening the small pocket-book once more she frowned as she saw that the pages were still blank. Leaning over the book she reached over and grabbed a quill an inkpot from the counter amongst the general clutter before starting to draw in the book. After some considerable time she was happy with her creation she sat back and examined it. It was a scene of a village filled with terrified villagers that were fleeing the destruction of the giant pie-beast monster she had drawn as it reared up behind an expertly drawn Ada and wagon, a perfect drawing of Ada riding behind Willow with her face oblivious and happy. The beasts gaping maw was filled with hundreds of teeth, each razor sharp and gleaming. It was all quiet graphic really. She then wrote a simple question mark beside it before sitting back. Not that she wanted to rush Aergar, after all he had his ways – and he knew how difficult it could be to toy with Ada Lovelace of all people. It was simply impatience that drove her actions as well as an ever burning desire for revenge that rested deep within Phrenesis.
Shrugging she closed the book before yawning and stretching upwards. Suddenly her new feline friend jumped up into her lap, the black cat purring fiercely as it rubbed itself against her in an attempt for attention. “What to name you…” she thought aloud as she scratched at the cat’s ear, stuck for ideas. She looked at the creature, its coat was now a thick midnight black with a subtle sheen, perfect for moving unseen with its new lithe muscles and almost feral appearance. Shrugging again she stood suddenly, the cat springing from her lap at a moment’s notice before she strode over to the doorway, pausing besides a large ledger and examining its contents for a few moments, running her finger down the page as she searched.
Seeing the next delivery to Eira she decided that it would be better to ride on a cargo airship than spend the next however long trudging through the wilderness in an attempt to get closer to Sparrot. He should be done with his task at any moment, and she was ever so curious to know if the old fool Tobis from that ridiculous archaeological guild had gotten any closer to Sinadrai. It was a name that was oh so familiar to her, but it always danced on the edge of her memories. Once before a long time ago when Phrenesis had inhabited some kind of elven lord he had told Sparrot of an artefact of some sorts that was supposedly lost there or so Sparrot had told him. There was nothing Phrenesis could remember from that time, and it had been difficult to get more of an accurate description out of the bird. Despite his many uses, the little one’s habit of speaking always in riddle and rhyme seemed to prevent him from describing anything in great detail. As she walked through the town with the cat at her heels she wondered idly if it would ever be possible to make her feline companion capable of speech. Surely a cat would be able to describe things in vivid detail.
High above the cliff’s of Tariq airships circled and came in to land whilst others took off to whichever destination they were headed. She smiled as she imagined her cakes and pastries being shipped off to various cities, where nobles and merchants as well as any other who could afford such luxuries would be unknowingly ingesting her little secret. He’d be able to control a large portion of the people who mattered throughout Emanseria. Jabari had been her test to see just how easy it would be, and it had shown the exact potential of her plans. She now realised that she would be able to arrange the demise of anyone, influence the lives of millions and impose any decisions across the entire realm. Of course she had promised a Kingdom to Aergar, but that was fine, and now she knew it was definitely possible to keep such a promise. He would make a good king, probably, maybe, hopefully not. Smiling as she imaged what she would be able to do in an entire playground of Emanseria, and of course it made sense to make sure Ada Lovelace was one of those people that was her plaything in this oh so pretty picture.
What an attractive gentleman he is :p
Posted, and working on a post for the more sinister side of things now :D
Posted, and working on a post for the more sinister side of things now :D
Fimion
Fimion awoke suddenly with aquick snort, his eyes flicking fondly around the small tent that he called his home at the moment. A grin covered his face as he yawned and stretched, his mind quickly going back to last night and the time he had spent with Wildflower and her companions, or rather Lady Lovelace as Aergar had referred to her as. He could picture her almost perfectly in his mind, and spent a few moments just remembering her face, hair and her laugh. A short while later he clambered out of the tent, the fresh morning air filling his lungs as he again stretched out. [i] ‘I know’ he thought to himself ‘I shall make my Wildflower some breakfast’. Striding across the clearing he directed a glance towards where her wagon had been parked the last night, suddenly freezing as he saw that it was now missing as his smile faded.
He wasted little time in wandering across the clearing and looking around some more before he realised she was gone, tracks leading away and down the road. He stood for a moment, unsure of what to think before he shrugged and grinned once more to himself – it had taken him this long to find her again (or rather for her to find him), and she wouldn’t be able to escape so easily this time. Jogging back to his tent Fimion quickly began to pack his belongings up, stuffing everything into his saddlebags before he started to pack his tent into a small bundle, whistling the whole time as he did. Once he was finished he made his way towards where the horses were grazing, the centaurs watching him as he approached. With a grin and a wave he shouted his thanks towards them, spotting his own horse Merlyn amongst the others, she looked full and happy, her mane brushed and braided as well. He wasted little time in saddling her up before he mounted and with one last glance towards the camp he spurred her onwards at a light gallop following the tracks left by Wildflower’s wagon.
Fritz
Fritz had slept well, for his first real night in Emanseria that was. He had dreamt of his home, of his parents and of his life before all of this. When he finally did awaken the sun was high in the sky and the rhythmic bouncing back and forth of the wagon served to remind him just where he was – though his mood was much better than the previous night. Kirin was still asleep and not wanting to disturb her Fritz had gone to sit with Ada, watching the scenery pass and asking many questions every time one popped into his head.
When the Caelum ceti flew overhead Fritz had been amazed and fascinated, expressing a huge desire to ride one of them one day, before explaining to Ada that there were no big flying creatures in his world – and even then he wasn’t sure if there’d ever been anything as big as them outside of the oceans. Fritz told her about his world briefly, and that they had no magic or wondrous things – only stories and legends and myths, as well as many machines. When she started to tell him about magic he had been fascinated even more-so and asked many questions about it and its capabilities.
“So I couldn’t learn magic? Wait what happens if you run out of energy, does the spell stop? So I could learn alchemy but not magic? How would I find out if I had magic?” were some of the questions he couldn’t help but blurt out during their conversation, though they certainly weren’t the last.
Kirin awoke and soon had joined them, thanking Ada for all of her help – like him she obviously felt better after a sleep, the troubles of the last night forgotten. It soon then became apparent that Aergar Wald was still with them, as he spoke Fritz eyed him suspiciously, remembering their initial encounter and the somewhat troubling light he had seen the Imp in. He seemed all fun and harmless now, but he hadn’t forgotten the very real feeling of fear that had crept into him as he and Sparrot had tormented him.
As Ada demonstrated her spell he gazed at the pebble in awe as it floated, thoroughly impressed, even gasping slightly as they passed the tree and it fell back to her hand.
“Wow. I need to learn magic… or alchemy that is” he said to himself, wondering about all the amazing things he’d then be able to do. Aergar’s mocking of Ada made him grin despite himself and as she threatened to throttle him he simply grinned at the pair and their antics. Suddenly a raven appeared, landing just before Ada before it hopped into her lap. His initial thoughts were that this was that same angry bird as before, but it wasn’t speaking and it wasn’t glaring at him, so perhaps not. Fritz felt his cheek, the small cut was already mostly healed and only the faintest of marks remained as a reminder of his time with the bird. As Ada read the message that had been fastened to the birds leg he couldn’t help but wonder where Sparrot was, after all he had gotten the impression that he and Aergar knew each other and that the bird might not be far, but as soon as he started to think about it he was brought back to the current situation as Ada and Aergar once again started – this time she flicked his nose as the imp tried to peek at her message. She seemed somewhat concerned by whatever it was about, but after a few moments in thought she simply spurred Willow onwards with a renewed pace.
A short while later they approached a group who hailed them down and Ada greeted them with a wave as she slowed to a stop to see what they needed. At the same moment Fritz noticed Fimion from the night before approaching from behind atop a large white horse, the man grinning like crazy as he shot him a wink before his gaze returned to Ada.
"Hello, I am Benjamin Afflek. My family and I are ok, we just wanted to know if you would be interested in purchasing some of our ware's" said the scarred man as he introduced himself. After a quick enquiry it became clear he and his family were some kind of traveling merchants, and Ada was indeed interested in one thing he had.
"Fritz, come look here!" Ada exclaimed. Hopping down from the wagon he made his way over as his eyes searched through his wares before they settled on the dagger she was holding. She held it against his hand with an approving look before she said "I'll take the dagger! Here Fritz, go swing this around and throw it at a couple of tree's. See if you like it"
Grinning like a boy who had been given his first dagger he exclaimed “Wow, thank you very much!” and he turned before rushing off towards the nearest tree as she had suggested, waving the dagger around and stabbing at imaginary foes as she continued to speak with the merchant.
A few moments later he heard the merchant’s voice raised slightly in excitement as he exclaimed "Bring her out, I might offer two crowns. Maybe more if she's young enough." Turning back Fritz stared at the man, he looked visibly… excited for lack of a better word as he was staring at Kirin. Slowly Fritz gazed at the rest of his ‘family’ before he realised they were all miserable looking young girls, his mind recoiling as he realised what was happening as Ada went to bring Kirin to him, their eyes meeting as he suddenly felt very nauseous.
"How could you!" he screamed, suddenly confused and angry about what was happening. Before he could object further he suddenly felt a most odd feeling come over him, and he felt like he couldn’t make a single sound no matter how hard he tried – all he could do was gape at the situation that was unfolding as he watched Ada with horror.
Dragging Kirin before the man it looked as if they had made an agreeable deal, the man far more interested in Kirin as they went to shake to finalise the transaction. Gazing at the dagger he was now holding Fritz wondered wildly what he should do, but found himself unable to do anything other than feel weak and sick as Ada took the man’s hand. Fritz glanced back at Fimion out of desperation, surely he wouldn’t just let this happen would he? But then again he had seemed infatuated with Ada and would likely do whatever she wanted – but nevertheless Fritz shot him a desperate pleading look. Fimion simply continued to grin before with a nod of his head he gestured for Fritz to watch Ada, and so the boy turned his eyes back towards her.
Suddenly with a flurry of movement Ada had pulled her sword free and sliced through the man’s arm, literally taking his hand before in one swift movement she bashed him several times causing him to topple over unconscious in the grass, drool spilling from his mouth.
"Fritz, gather all the children here," she commanded at him, though he needed little prompting as he rushed forwards feeling slightly embarrassed that he hadn’t trusted her in the first instance.
Fimion dismounted his horse and joined with Fritz in trying to calm the group of young girls, most of which were somewhat panicked and confused. The girl with the dark shaggy hair and bruises moved forwards quickly before she lashed out planting several strong kicks into the unconscious merchant before Fimion gently pulled her backwards.
Fritz resolved at that point to trust whatever decisions Ada was making, and to at the very least never question her in front of anyone else again. After they had calmed the group of girls they stood together in a close knit group and watched Ada to see what she would do, some still looking concerned despite Fritz and Fimion’s words of calming reassurance.
Glancing towards the weapon s that still lay with the merchants other wares Fimion spotted the long broadsword before he moved over before pulling out his own chipped and rusted blade. Picking up the broadsword he weighed both weapons in each hand before with a shrug he dropped his old blade and sheathed the much newer one and commented “Seems a fair trade to me” as he moved over to Ada’s side, his boyish grin returning as he said “Freeing slaves is a hobby of yours I see Wildflower” shooting her a sly wink as he did.
Fimion awoke suddenly with aquick snort, his eyes flicking fondly around the small tent that he called his home at the moment. A grin covered his face as he yawned and stretched, his mind quickly going back to last night and the time he had spent with Wildflower and her companions, or rather Lady Lovelace as Aergar had referred to her as. He could picture her almost perfectly in his mind, and spent a few moments just remembering her face, hair and her laugh. A short while later he clambered out of the tent, the fresh morning air filling his lungs as he again stretched out. [i] ‘I know’ he thought to himself ‘I shall make my Wildflower some breakfast’. Striding across the clearing he directed a glance towards where her wagon had been parked the last night, suddenly freezing as he saw that it was now missing as his smile faded.
He wasted little time in wandering across the clearing and looking around some more before he realised she was gone, tracks leading away and down the road. He stood for a moment, unsure of what to think before he shrugged and grinned once more to himself – it had taken him this long to find her again (or rather for her to find him), and she wouldn’t be able to escape so easily this time. Jogging back to his tent Fimion quickly began to pack his belongings up, stuffing everything into his saddlebags before he started to pack his tent into a small bundle, whistling the whole time as he did. Once he was finished he made his way towards where the horses were grazing, the centaurs watching him as he approached. With a grin and a wave he shouted his thanks towards them, spotting his own horse Merlyn amongst the others, she looked full and happy, her mane brushed and braided as well. He wasted little time in saddling her up before he mounted and with one last glance towards the camp he spurred her onwards at a light gallop following the tracks left by Wildflower’s wagon.
Fritz
Fritz had slept well, for his first real night in Emanseria that was. He had dreamt of his home, of his parents and of his life before all of this. When he finally did awaken the sun was high in the sky and the rhythmic bouncing back and forth of the wagon served to remind him just where he was – though his mood was much better than the previous night. Kirin was still asleep and not wanting to disturb her Fritz had gone to sit with Ada, watching the scenery pass and asking many questions every time one popped into his head.
When the Caelum ceti flew overhead Fritz had been amazed and fascinated, expressing a huge desire to ride one of them one day, before explaining to Ada that there were no big flying creatures in his world – and even then he wasn’t sure if there’d ever been anything as big as them outside of the oceans. Fritz told her about his world briefly, and that they had no magic or wondrous things – only stories and legends and myths, as well as many machines. When she started to tell him about magic he had been fascinated even more-so and asked many questions about it and its capabilities.
“So I couldn’t learn magic? Wait what happens if you run out of energy, does the spell stop? So I could learn alchemy but not magic? How would I find out if I had magic?” were some of the questions he couldn’t help but blurt out during their conversation, though they certainly weren’t the last.
Kirin awoke and soon had joined them, thanking Ada for all of her help – like him she obviously felt better after a sleep, the troubles of the last night forgotten. It soon then became apparent that Aergar Wald was still with them, as he spoke Fritz eyed him suspiciously, remembering their initial encounter and the somewhat troubling light he had seen the Imp in. He seemed all fun and harmless now, but he hadn’t forgotten the very real feeling of fear that had crept into him as he and Sparrot had tormented him.
As Ada demonstrated her spell he gazed at the pebble in awe as it floated, thoroughly impressed, even gasping slightly as they passed the tree and it fell back to her hand.
“Wow. I need to learn magic… or alchemy that is” he said to himself, wondering about all the amazing things he’d then be able to do. Aergar’s mocking of Ada made him grin despite himself and as she threatened to throttle him he simply grinned at the pair and their antics. Suddenly a raven appeared, landing just before Ada before it hopped into her lap. His initial thoughts were that this was that same angry bird as before, but it wasn’t speaking and it wasn’t glaring at him, so perhaps not. Fritz felt his cheek, the small cut was already mostly healed and only the faintest of marks remained as a reminder of his time with the bird. As Ada read the message that had been fastened to the birds leg he couldn’t help but wonder where Sparrot was, after all he had gotten the impression that he and Aergar knew each other and that the bird might not be far, but as soon as he started to think about it he was brought back to the current situation as Ada and Aergar once again started – this time she flicked his nose as the imp tried to peek at her message. She seemed somewhat concerned by whatever it was about, but after a few moments in thought she simply spurred Willow onwards with a renewed pace.
A short while later they approached a group who hailed them down and Ada greeted them with a wave as she slowed to a stop to see what they needed. At the same moment Fritz noticed Fimion from the night before approaching from behind atop a large white horse, the man grinning like crazy as he shot him a wink before his gaze returned to Ada.
"Hello, I am Benjamin Afflek. My family and I are ok, we just wanted to know if you would be interested in purchasing some of our ware's" said the scarred man as he introduced himself. After a quick enquiry it became clear he and his family were some kind of traveling merchants, and Ada was indeed interested in one thing he had.
"Fritz, come look here!" Ada exclaimed. Hopping down from the wagon he made his way over as his eyes searched through his wares before they settled on the dagger she was holding. She held it against his hand with an approving look before she said "I'll take the dagger! Here Fritz, go swing this around and throw it at a couple of tree's. See if you like it"
Grinning like a boy who had been given his first dagger he exclaimed “Wow, thank you very much!” and he turned before rushing off towards the nearest tree as she had suggested, waving the dagger around and stabbing at imaginary foes as she continued to speak with the merchant.
A few moments later he heard the merchant’s voice raised slightly in excitement as he exclaimed "Bring her out, I might offer two crowns. Maybe more if she's young enough." Turning back Fritz stared at the man, he looked visibly… excited for lack of a better word as he was staring at Kirin. Slowly Fritz gazed at the rest of his ‘family’ before he realised they were all miserable looking young girls, his mind recoiling as he realised what was happening as Ada went to bring Kirin to him, their eyes meeting as he suddenly felt very nauseous.
"How could you!" he screamed, suddenly confused and angry about what was happening. Before he could object further he suddenly felt a most odd feeling come over him, and he felt like he couldn’t make a single sound no matter how hard he tried – all he could do was gape at the situation that was unfolding as he watched Ada with horror.
Dragging Kirin before the man it looked as if they had made an agreeable deal, the man far more interested in Kirin as they went to shake to finalise the transaction. Gazing at the dagger he was now holding Fritz wondered wildly what he should do, but found himself unable to do anything other than feel weak and sick as Ada took the man’s hand. Fritz glanced back at Fimion out of desperation, surely he wouldn’t just let this happen would he? But then again he had seemed infatuated with Ada and would likely do whatever she wanted – but nevertheless Fritz shot him a desperate pleading look. Fimion simply continued to grin before with a nod of his head he gestured for Fritz to watch Ada, and so the boy turned his eyes back towards her.
Suddenly with a flurry of movement Ada had pulled her sword free and sliced through the man’s arm, literally taking his hand before in one swift movement she bashed him several times causing him to topple over unconscious in the grass, drool spilling from his mouth.
"Fritz, gather all the children here," she commanded at him, though he needed little prompting as he rushed forwards feeling slightly embarrassed that he hadn’t trusted her in the first instance.
Fimion dismounted his horse and joined with Fritz in trying to calm the group of young girls, most of which were somewhat panicked and confused. The girl with the dark shaggy hair and bruises moved forwards quickly before she lashed out planting several strong kicks into the unconscious merchant before Fimion gently pulled her backwards.
Fritz resolved at that point to trust whatever decisions Ada was making, and to at the very least never question her in front of anyone else again. After they had calmed the group of girls they stood together in a close knit group and watched Ada to see what she would do, some still looking concerned despite Fritz and Fimion’s words of calming reassurance.
Glancing towards the weapon s that still lay with the merchants other wares Fimion spotted the long broadsword before he moved over before pulling out his own chipped and rusted blade. Picking up the broadsword he weighed both weapons in each hand before with a shrug he dropped his old blade and sheathed the much newer one and commented “Seems a fair trade to me” as he moved over to Ada’s side, his boyish grin returning as he said “Freeing slaves is a hobby of yours I see Wildflower” shooting her a sly wink as he did.
I'm lurking. Considering the fighter position, but I don't have so many ideas at the moment.
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