Overlord Thraka

The Room

*Taboo's eyes light up and are fixed on the little baggie*
Taboo: May I try some Finnick? The Dragonthorn?
*She doesn't take her eyes off the bag as a grin splits her face and she holds up her wine-glass*

*Horus keeps fighting hard. His style is that of brutal precision, nearly every attack going exactly where he places it, but not only with precision but with immense power and strength behind the blow. Assuming his stolen bladed weapon holds up it cleaves foes in half with the power of his swing, while the lance tears his opponents asunder. He is slowly being overwhelmed however, and is bleeding freely from over a dozen mild injuries among a score of minor ones*

*Iris has gotten up and is standing by a window, wrapped in a blanket and looking out at the storm.*

The Room

*Taboo perks up, interested*
Taboo: A fun time?! Wait, what's this Lyrium!?
*She seems highly interested, even more-so then when talking magic and doesn't pay attention enough to connect her father with Finnick*
Taboo: What kind of fun time are you speaking about exactly?
*She looks at the dragonthorn with extreme interest*

*Tiaz re-enters his old home and goes to his bed to rest*

*Horus keeps fighting, though wounded in a dozen places he stabs with the lance and slashing with the stolen weapon. He backs up sharply, readying the lance for another blast as the mutations start*

The Room

*Taboo nods*
Taboo: Well if you're lost, maybe I could help... My father's lands are nearby, perhaps he could help you!
*She smiles, more to herself than them, thinking Tiaz would enjoy slaying Finnick and keeping Elewynn as a slave. She knows her father's tastes lean towards the Elvish variety*
*Her smile turns back into interest as she sees the Finnick spike his drink*
Taboo: What's that you've got there?

*Horus ducks his head and roars in pain as the energy sears his flesh. The wounds aren't too bad, but they hurt a LOT. He stands up, takes aim and fires another at the house-sized beast, aiming for it's face. Like before he doesn't pause to see if they hit, instead charging the red-humanoids with the lance in stab mode. He impales one and takes it's weapon, then flicks it off the end of the lance and starts dual-wielding, fighting like a demon and rending his foes before him.*

The Room

*Taboo seems to be considering all this very thoughtfully*
*After a few minutes of silence she nods and smiles slightly more genuinely, the coldness in her eyes having receded somewhat*
Taboo: Thank you, I just didn't know hardly anything about magicks, and I was curious...
*She drains her wine glass for the 4th time, but seems to be holding up extremely well for a young woman her size*
Taboo: So, what brought you out this way exactly?

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*Taboo nods slowly, seeming to think to herself as she takes all the information in to process*
Taboo: This entropy magic, what do you know about it?

*Mergoux starts cooking herself something to eat*

*Horus doesn't bother trying to plow-though the red dudes, instead he takes a running start, plants the lance in the ground and jumps, using the lance almost like a pole-vault to leap over the red-humanoids. He lands solidly, before jabbing at what looks like a chink in the giant 6-legged creature's armor. As he stabs he readies another blast, which he fires point blank at the creature's underbelly. He then get's swatted and flies several meters, rolling and tumbling, tearing up chunks of turf as he maintains his grip on the lance. He pauses for a few seconds when he comes to a rest, shakes his head violently to clear it and gets up to charge the big-boy again*

The Room

*Taboo nods, then hesitates for a long moment. She sips her wine again, then looks back at Elewynn, completely serious*
Taboo: What about life? Is it possible to use life-force as a source or magic?
*She looks between them both, 100% serious*

*Mergoux emerges from the sanctum of her room. Stumbling drunkenly towards the kitchen. She leaves the door to her room open and the inside is surprisingly neat, except for that the carpet is covered in a layer of empty glass liquor bottles*

The Room

*Horus doesn't bother to see if his shot hit or not, for as soon as he sees the giant creature he takes aim again. He takes a few seconds to make sure his aim is true, then fires 2 shots, attempting to turn the creature into a cyclops by taking out 2 of it's eyes*
*Again he doesn't wait to see if the shots hit, instead setting the Lance to stab-mode and flanking to the left of the creature. He roars a challenge at it, attempting to distract it*
Horus: Hey! f&#$face! Down here you house-sized s$&@head!

*Taboo frowns slightly, thinking*
Taboo: Father never mentioned... Is this were ALL magic comes from? There's no other source?

The Room

*Horus frowns*
Horus: A fear of heights? Then why on earth did he dress up as a bird? What he just insane?

*Taboo nods*
Taboo: My father is a shaman... but I think the kind you mean and the kind he is are very different...
*She things her the story*
Taboo: The fade? What is this?
*She's unconsciously leaned forwards, eager to hear more, her glass of wine forgotten in her hand*

*Horus takes aim with the lance and pulls the trigger, which is tiny in his massive grip*
Horus: Let's see what this thing can do...

The Room

*Taboo shrugs*
Taboo: I think we're not from the same place Finnick.
*She then looks back at Elewynn*
Taboo: Wait... mages? Like Shamans!?
*She takes a moment to process this then drains her glass and refills it*
Taboo: How did you get out?
*She's stopped faking anything, and is genuinely interested*

The Room

*Taboo nods*
Taboo: Mercenaries? I'm afraid I don't have much experience with people like that, my father doesn't trust random hired on help.
*Taboo tries to feign knowledge for a few moments before just giving up*
Taboo: I'll be honest, I don't know a single one of those places. Have you ever been to Norsica? Teutland?
*She lists off a few more names of places, none of which Finnick has probably heard of unless he's done some Universe hopping*
*She looks over Finnick's shoulder at Elewynn*
Taboo: Oh? That's this chantry?