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Althalus
He sighed as Tyrael left, rubbing his temple. "So, as usual, the talks with Tyrael ended on such a positive note." He stared at Alaira in blatant surprise as she spoke, and for a few moments afterwards. "By the Gods is that what you think? That I think you're a beast?" He stood up and hugged the half elf, speaking quietly in her ear. "If you ever call yourself a beast, monster, animal, or whatever insulting term you can think of again, I will slap you, with my stump no less, for letting yourself believe such complete and utter bullshit." He let Alaira go, then sat back down before giving her a half smile. "By the way, Mar and I aren't married. Isn't really important. You can talk to Lucilia, just don't try to kill her please? I think we've all had enough of violence for one day."
Althalus looked guiltily at Lyn as Lidda examined his hand. He felt terrible for not noticing her distress sooner, but it was either speak up or let Tyrael and Alaira go at each other's throats and he knew that would only make things worse. As soon as Lidda let go of his stump to get a herb of some sort, he gently picked Lyn up again and hugged tightly her. "I'm sorry you had to see that, my maniacal gardener."
He glanced at Mar, still silent, before looking between Lidda and Alaira. Reluctantly, he set Lyn down in front of Alaira and spoke with an only slightly forced cheerfulness. "So! You have a flower to deliver to Lucilia don't you? Can't leave her waiting, can we? Why don't you and Aunty Alaira go and deliver your flower to her? I'm sure she'll be very impressed." He looked pointedly at Alaira, jerking his head towards Mar. Hopefully the message of 'I need Lyn gone so I can talk to Mar' would be clear. Althalus looked at Lidda then. "Can we do the whole 'regrow my hand in a painful fashion' thing at a later date? I have other pressing matters to take care of. And no, they can't wait."
He sighed as Tyrael left, rubbing his temple. "So, as usual, the talks with Tyrael ended on such a positive note." He stared at Alaira in blatant surprise as she spoke, and for a few moments afterwards. "By the Gods is that what you think? That I think you're a beast?" He stood up and hugged the half elf, speaking quietly in her ear. "If you ever call yourself a beast, monster, animal, or whatever insulting term you can think of again, I will slap you, with my stump no less, for letting yourself believe such complete and utter bullshit." He let Alaira go, then sat back down before giving her a half smile. "By the way, Mar and I aren't married. Isn't really important. You can talk to Lucilia, just don't try to kill her please? I think we've all had enough of violence for one day."
Althalus looked guiltily at Lyn as Lidda examined his hand. He felt terrible for not noticing her distress sooner, but it was either speak up or let Tyrael and Alaira go at each other's throats and he knew that would only make things worse. As soon as Lidda let go of his stump to get a herb of some sort, he gently picked Lyn up again and hugged tightly her. "I'm sorry you had to see that, my maniacal gardener."
He glanced at Mar, still silent, before looking between Lidda and Alaira. Reluctantly, he set Lyn down in front of Alaira and spoke with an only slightly forced cheerfulness. "So! You have a flower to deliver to Lucilia don't you? Can't leave her waiting, can we? Why don't you and Aunty Alaira go and deliver your flower to her? I'm sure she'll be very impressed." He looked pointedly at Alaira, jerking his head towards Mar. Hopefully the message of 'I need Lyn gone so I can talk to Mar' would be clear. Althalus looked at Lidda then. "Can we do the whole 'regrow my hand in a painful fashion' thing at a later date? I have other pressing matters to take care of. And no, they can't wait."
Someone's itching for a whippin' methinks <.<
*raises shield of Co-GM*
Iiii think I'll have Grey hover around Lucilia's office. Just in case.
Nah It'lll be Fine.
For someone at least.
unlike the pure-hearted, kind and misunderstood Vowzra *dramatic sight*
:p
<Snipped quote by Hael>
Pah, Orabil does not discriminate between people. If they are worthy then they are blessed, if they are not then it does not punish them for being weak and unworthy. Only a cruel god would punish creatures for omitting to be something without knowing they should be...
Which is why Vestec made Orabil go out for a week once a year!
Annd now we wait for the explosions.
Althalus
Things had been...hectic since he returned to the College, with an injured Mar in tow. After being held up at the infirmary, as Lidda and Sam insisted upon healing the wound he had, he tried to leave to find Alaira and thus Lyn. Much to his consternation, he learned that Alaira had been sent on a mission as well and Lyn hadn't been seen since. Leaving Mar to recover, since she was unconscious, Althalus began searching the College for his daughter. Luckily for the College, Uicle got to him before the assassin could begin panicking and doing something stupid like demanding Khan mobilize the entire population of the College to find Lyn. The Necromancer explained that Lyn was fine, currently sleeping in Alaria's arms, and yes she was on the mission with the elf, she had been left in Lucilia's care, and maybe the vampire had given her experimental elixirs before smuggling her on the trip with Ssarak, Meirin and all the rest and several very bad things had happened. Needless to say Althalus was, too put it lightly, pissed. Rather than letting Althalus go and try to kill Lucilia, Uicle managed to convince him to stay with Mar for when she awoke.
So Althalus was left sitting with Mar, worried about Lyn and his worries only increased when Mar awoke and did...nothing. His attempts to get her to speak were met with silence.
That was how Alaira and Lyn found them, Althalus merely waiting for something to happen. His eyes glanced up at the sound of running feet coming towards him, and a pathetically relieved grin crossed his face as he saw Lyn moments before she collided into him. He hugged her tightly. "Oh by the Gods I'm so glad you're okay, you maniacal gardener." It took a few moments before he let go of her enough to let her gesture towards Mar.
After Alaira answered he added a, what he hoped was soothing, small lie. "She's just tired. We had a very...trying past few days. She'll be okay in a bit, I promise." He let go of Lyn only reluctantly as Alaira put her beside Mar. The elf sat down and seemed to be getting ready to speak, when she saw his hand. Before could make a sheepish excuse, she had grabbed it and was examining it. "Ow, still tender, still tender!" Althalus said, managing to free his stump from the Alaria's grasp. "I can't give you either. I never got the first, and Grey reduced the latter into a fine paste." Althalus shuddered, both at the memory of Hunger's face and what Grey had done to her. Then of course, things got even worse.
Tyrael arrived and the human only smiled tiredly at his words. "Hand. I only have one." He held up his stump for example, just as Alaira got defensive. Before things could get any worse, Althalus intervened. "Enough." He spoke sharply, his tone brooking no argument despite the fact that the both of them could easily kill him, especially now.
"Alaira, I know you don't like Tyrael. I'm sure the feeling's mutual. But, you have to accept that Lyn loves him as much as she loves all of us. Like it or not, she considers him an Uncle and you getting in a fight with her Uncle would not have a good effect on her. Mar is sure that Tyrael cares about her, and that is good enough for me. While he may not give a single fu-," Althalus hastily corrected his language before Lyn could pickup on the word, "-care about my well being he cared enough about Mar to prevent her from being killed in her village, brought her here to the College, and then kept her from being banished. Tyrael, yes my hand is gone, no you can't do anything involving demons to get it back. Be nice to Alaira, she's just as protective of you are but it's directed at everything outside of her and us rather than everything outside of you and us." He smiled slightly at the berserker, before continuing.
"Now. Both of you will respect each other's protectiveness of Mar and Lyn, both of you will not get in a fight in front of my daughter, and both of you will play nice with each other. Besides, you have better targets than each other to take your anger out on." He shifted his gaze solely to Alaira. "I know that you left Lyn with Lucilia. I know that she was smuggled onto your caravan mission with Lucilia's help. I know what happened on the mission. I don't blame you for anything that happened or nearly happened to Lyn Alaira. I know you would rather kill yourself than harm her, so don't start with anything approaching an apology or whatever you were planning before you saw my stump." Althalus continued, not giving the elf time to interject.
"I suspect Lyn wants to deliver her flower," He smiled at his daughter, the flower still held tightly by her, "to Lucilia as promised. I can't leave Mar and I don't trust myself not to do something stupid when if I meet Lucilia in the next several years or so, so I would like you both to escort Lyn too Lucilia's office. Have Lyn give Lucilia her flower, and then inform Mrs. Rovias that if she ever goes near my daughter again, I will kill her. Likely with both of you helping. I want both of you to go because Tyrael has enough power to ensure Lucilia doesn't try anything, and I think you would like to have a few choice words with her yourself Alaira. On the way there, you can both start working on how you're going to play nice when you hate each other's guts."
He looked up expectantly at the both of them. "Any questions?"
Things had been...hectic since he returned to the College, with an injured Mar in tow. After being held up at the infirmary, as Lidda and Sam insisted upon healing the wound he had, he tried to leave to find Alaira and thus Lyn. Much to his consternation, he learned that Alaira had been sent on a mission as well and Lyn hadn't been seen since. Leaving Mar to recover, since she was unconscious, Althalus began searching the College for his daughter. Luckily for the College, Uicle got to him before the assassin could begin panicking and doing something stupid like demanding Khan mobilize the entire population of the College to find Lyn. The Necromancer explained that Lyn was fine, currently sleeping in Alaria's arms, and yes she was on the mission with the elf, she had been left in Lucilia's care, and maybe the vampire had given her experimental elixirs before smuggling her on the trip with Ssarak, Meirin and all the rest and several very bad things had happened. Needless to say Althalus was, too put it lightly, pissed. Rather than letting Althalus go and try to kill Lucilia, Uicle managed to convince him to stay with Mar for when she awoke.
So Althalus was left sitting with Mar, worried about Lyn and his worries only increased when Mar awoke and did...nothing. His attempts to get her to speak were met with silence.
That was how Alaira and Lyn found them, Althalus merely waiting for something to happen. His eyes glanced up at the sound of running feet coming towards him, and a pathetically relieved grin crossed his face as he saw Lyn moments before she collided into him. He hugged her tightly. "Oh by the Gods I'm so glad you're okay, you maniacal gardener." It took a few moments before he let go of her enough to let her gesture towards Mar.
After Alaira answered he added a, what he hoped was soothing, small lie. "She's just tired. We had a very...trying past few days. She'll be okay in a bit, I promise." He let go of Lyn only reluctantly as Alaira put her beside Mar. The elf sat down and seemed to be getting ready to speak, when she saw his hand. Before could make a sheepish excuse, she had grabbed it and was examining it. "Ow, still tender, still tender!" Althalus said, managing to free his stump from the Alaria's grasp. "I can't give you either. I never got the first, and Grey reduced the latter into a fine paste." Althalus shuddered, both at the memory of Hunger's face and what Grey had done to her. Then of course, things got even worse.
Tyrael arrived and the human only smiled tiredly at his words. "Hand. I only have one." He held up his stump for example, just as Alaira got defensive. Before things could get any worse, Althalus intervened. "Enough." He spoke sharply, his tone brooking no argument despite the fact that the both of them could easily kill him, especially now.
"Alaira, I know you don't like Tyrael. I'm sure the feeling's mutual. But, you have to accept that Lyn loves him as much as she loves all of us. Like it or not, she considers him an Uncle and you getting in a fight with her Uncle would not have a good effect on her. Mar is sure that Tyrael cares about her, and that is good enough for me. While he may not give a single fu-," Althalus hastily corrected his language before Lyn could pickup on the word, "-care about my well being he cared enough about Mar to prevent her from being killed in her village, brought her here to the College, and then kept her from being banished. Tyrael, yes my hand is gone, no you can't do anything involving demons to get it back. Be nice to Alaira, she's just as protective of you are but it's directed at everything outside of her and us rather than everything outside of you and us." He smiled slightly at the berserker, before continuing.
"Now. Both of you will respect each other's protectiveness of Mar and Lyn, both of you will not get in a fight in front of my daughter, and both of you will play nice with each other. Besides, you have better targets than each other to take your anger out on." He shifted his gaze solely to Alaira. "I know that you left Lyn with Lucilia. I know that she was smuggled onto your caravan mission with Lucilia's help. I know what happened on the mission. I don't blame you for anything that happened or nearly happened to Lyn Alaira. I know you would rather kill yourself than harm her, so don't start with anything approaching an apology or whatever you were planning before you saw my stump." Althalus continued, not giving the elf time to interject.
"I suspect Lyn wants to deliver her flower," He smiled at his daughter, the flower still held tightly by her, "to Lucilia as promised. I can't leave Mar and I don't trust myself not to do something stupid when if I meet Lucilia in the next several years or so, so I would like you both to escort Lyn too Lucilia's office. Have Lyn give Lucilia her flower, and then inform Mrs. Rovias that if she ever goes near my daughter again, I will kill her. Likely with both of you helping. I want both of you to go because Tyrael has enough power to ensure Lucilia doesn't try anything, and I think you would like to have a few choice words with her yourself Alaira. On the way there, you can both start working on how you're going to play nice when you hate each other's guts."
He looked up expectantly at the both of them. "Any questions?"
<Snipped quote by Rtron>
Yes... and her mageblood is returning back to normal thankfully when they reached the College. Surprisingly no one noticed she couldn't do any magic since she last drank it...
She was using so much magic that it'd be surprising? XD
...Didn't Lucilia put some experimental potions in Lyn?
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