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Deep gravel tones reverberated through the alleyway as the goliath's speech. A brow was raised at him after his reply, then after a beat his reply was met with an energetic laugh. Evyrless crossed her arms at the chest and kept her brow cocked at him.
"I don't know who sent you to me but they could've set up a better joke. Now what do you want with me, pebblehead?"
"I don't know who sent you to me but they could've set up a better joke. Now what do you want with me, pebblehead?"
A Cleric does not take a threatening invocation of their own deity lightly. Evyrless had half a mind to skewer the nobleman's palm for this indiscretion. In fact, if her children had said what he did, she would've slapped them harder than she struck the scaled oaf. They wouldn't have been ignorant enough to make the mistake in the first place. Despite the heat of her blood, Evyrless kept her mouth clasped shut and her hand stayed from Drajhan's jaw. When the tiger made it a point to distance her hand, she sighed away her frustrations. She offered the cat a solemn nod before she retrieved her blade and walked forward into the bleeding lands that marked their battleground.
She pondered to herself, "This isn't Ainford where every business is yours, Aefaera. You must be calm and reserved here, lest you lose your head before your return."
Evyrless noticed the lion walking astride, yet independently of, her toward the bodies of these warlocks. The druidic feline rummaged through a corpse's vestments. It took a moment for her to realize the intention and when she did she knelt beside another and assisted in the rummaging.
She pondered to herself, "This isn't Ainford where every business is yours, Aefaera. You must be calm and reserved here, lest you lose your head before your return."
Evyrless noticed the lion walking astride, yet independently of, her toward the bodies of these warlocks. The druidic feline rummaged through a corpse's vestments. It took a moment for her to realize the intention and when she did she knelt beside another and assisted in the rummaging.
Being followed is not very high on the list of things that Evyrless easily tolerates; and some big, grey bastard with a fox for a scarf had been doing it for a half-day now. Slipping away was simple enough though, given how close Qarn was already. Evyrless had taken the time to set up a campfire by the road to look like she was resting about another half-day from the city walls. She had then planned to sneak off with the haughty mage boy in tow but the blasted scarf caught a sniff of them before they slipped out of sight. Having been caught, she told the kid to stay where he was before walking closer to the man. He didn't seem to stop growing in height the closer she got him, the tall sod. Just when she got close enough to do so, she threw out a mist of Darkness on top of him and ran for it.
From there, she didn't stick to the road anymore. The man eventually spotted her again, but she was far enough by then that she got through the gates before he could catch up to her. Once inside Qarn, she made a point to be visible within the crowds. She wasn't great at acting like she didn't know she was being followed, but her pursuer was oblivious to the obvious lure. Evyrless ended her walk in a dead-end alleyway resting astride the bustling marketplace. She told the kid to get out of sight before climbing the walls of the alley until she was a good twenty or so feet from the ground. She perched on a wood bearing that was laid between either side of the alley, waiting for the walking statue to follow her in.
He surely did and like before, the fox noticed Evyrless long before he thought to look up. From here, it seemed more appropriate to make introductions. Evyrless swung forward until she dangled from the bearing upside-down by her legs. "Greetings, my lovely, gigantic guest. What brings you to my most humble abode?" she snarked with a hand outstretched like a welcoming gesture, leaving it antagonizingly beyond reach.
From there, she didn't stick to the road anymore. The man eventually spotted her again, but she was far enough by then that she got through the gates before he could catch up to her. Once inside Qarn, she made a point to be visible within the crowds. She wasn't great at acting like she didn't know she was being followed, but her pursuer was oblivious to the obvious lure. Evyrless ended her walk in a dead-end alleyway resting astride the bustling marketplace. She told the kid to get out of sight before climbing the walls of the alley until she was a good twenty or so feet from the ground. She perched on a wood bearing that was laid between either side of the alley, waiting for the walking statue to follow her in.
He surely did and like before, the fox noticed Evyrless long before he thought to look up. From here, it seemed more appropriate to make introductions. Evyrless swung forward until she dangled from the bearing upside-down by her legs. "Greetings, my lovely, gigantic guest. What brings you to my most humble abode?" she snarked with a hand outstretched like a welcoming gesture, leaving it antagonizingly beyond reach.
Slacked, was Evyrless's jaw at the comments made by her party member. Her lips did not part, but they curled into a frown in her distaste for the blatant disregard he held for what was lost. The Gate was an eternal structure that gave the same function to the living that the Veil gave to the dead. The 'thing' was sacred, perhaps not to her Queen specifically, but regardless she and the Raven Queen both would mourn the loss of this sacred thing.
Stood low as she was, Evyrless stepped forward a few strides to reach the side of Drajhan. Her rapier, still drenched in blood, was thrust into the ground beside her rather than sully her scabbard. Her left hand held a gentle grasp of the dragonborn's shoulder to pull his view toward her. With the other, she reached back calmly and with a whip into the air she struck him across the face. The back of her hand immediately turned red after the contact with his rigid, scaled face, but the point was made.
"Do not disrespect what may never return, lizard! Or I may not respect you when you pass."
Stood low as she was, Evyrless stepped forward a few strides to reach the side of Drajhan. Her rapier, still drenched in blood, was thrust into the ground beside her rather than sully her scabbard. Her left hand held a gentle grasp of the dragonborn's shoulder to pull his view toward her. With the other, she reached back calmly and with a whip into the air she struck him across the face. The back of her hand immediately turned red after the contact with his rigid, scaled face, but the point was made.
"Do not disrespect what may never return, lizard! Or I may not respect you when you pass."
All sounds of the battle ended suddenly, snuffed out at once in the harrowing crash of the fallen Gate. What remained were the dim chorus of panting victors and fluttering wings. Stooped over a fallen enemy, Evyrless raised her gaze to the slivers of sky within sight. She muttered an imperceptible prayer as she witnessed the sign of her Queen in a murder of crows scurry off through the canopy above.
As her eyes lowered, her attention hitched to the empty air where an ancient planar gate had once occupied. A timeless thread between worlds ended in an instant, for reasons beyond her knowledge or comprehension. She would thank that it wasn't a waystone -- or else the dead would be forced to wander further to meet their Mistress -- cutting off the living's passage to foreign planes would be equally tragic.
Hunching forward, Evyrless looked down on the cadaver she perched upon with a grimace. Necromantic scum, the lot of them. She would have to burn their warped bodies to ward their taint from the living world. A prayer must be offered, for Evyrless hadn't sent their spirits to her Queen. The devils they sold themselves to would likely be kinder company to the bastards. Such is the hazard of hunting warlocks seeking lichdom. After her pause, she withdrew her blade from the sorry lad's gullet. She was careful not to loose his guts to the soil below, or else she'd have to pick up the parts for the fire.
"Har Gathun e'nor..."
Deep, sorrowful utterances filled her ears. Evyrless stood, keeping her freshly bloodied rapier at her side in case of the need for it to be readied. She observed the grand cat that stood before her, poised over the noble drake. The words it spoke were nothing she could comprehend, but she could sense the accusation in its voice as it addressed the dragonborn. A lion of any kind, magical, druidic or otherwise, would not grieve the loss of feeble men attempting to cheat what is inevitable. The only other loss that could be grieved aside from their trespass was the Gate which stood now only in memory. Her and her companions were strangers to this forest, and currently the only people alive it could blame.
"We did not come here to extinguish the Gate," said Evyrless.
As her eyes lowered, her attention hitched to the empty air where an ancient planar gate had once occupied. A timeless thread between worlds ended in an instant, for reasons beyond her knowledge or comprehension. She would thank that it wasn't a waystone -- or else the dead would be forced to wander further to meet their Mistress -- cutting off the living's passage to foreign planes would be equally tragic.
Hunching forward, Evyrless looked down on the cadaver she perched upon with a grimace. Necromantic scum, the lot of them. She would have to burn their warped bodies to ward their taint from the living world. A prayer must be offered, for Evyrless hadn't sent their spirits to her Queen. The devils they sold themselves to would likely be kinder company to the bastards. Such is the hazard of hunting warlocks seeking lichdom. After her pause, she withdrew her blade from the sorry lad's gullet. She was careful not to loose his guts to the soil below, or else she'd have to pick up the parts for the fire.
"Har Gathun e'nor..."
Deep, sorrowful utterances filled her ears. Evyrless stood, keeping her freshly bloodied rapier at her side in case of the need for it to be readied. She observed the grand cat that stood before her, poised over the noble drake. The words it spoke were nothing she could comprehend, but she could sense the accusation in its voice as it addressed the dragonborn. A lion of any kind, magical, druidic or otherwise, would not grieve the loss of feeble men attempting to cheat what is inevitable. The only other loss that could be grieved aside from their trespass was the Gate which stood now only in memory. Her and her companions were strangers to this forest, and currently the only people alive it could blame.
"We did not come here to extinguish the Gate," said Evyrless.
@JBRam2002 Edited my CS to include a photo. And a neat little quote ^-^
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