TheDarkTemplar

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Despite his arm and torso being hurt Aaron managed to force a smile saying, "Heh yeah I'm alright just give me a sec to fix this" Aaron raised his good arm and held his hand over his injured arm. Once again he attempted to use restoration and was getting used to healing simpler stuff like bruises. Within about a minute his torso was healed and Aaronn moved onto his arm. He healed it as well but after this his energy was almost depleted and was noticeable as Hex began to fade in and our out. "I guess jousting isn't what u thought it'd be", he said with a grin to Kido.

The Qacian Rebellion

Some time had passed and Varri began to grow impatient while waiting for Feyd to return, "ugh does he always stay out this late?", she asked witherfang. The beast simply tilted in response, "well its late and I'm not in the mood to walk home so.." the caldari stretched her limbs before laying in the bed, her hand still combing the fur on the direwolf. Not long after she fell asleep only to be tormented by nightmares. These were different from the average persons nightmares in the sense that these were realistic fears. Mostly because these were memories of her past. The ship wreck, her travels to the caldari, everything besides where she came from replayed over in her mind.

She woke shortly after in panic before calming down. This time to find Feyd leaning against a wall, "Sleep well? I thought you had a place?" He asked sternly. Varri took a moment to compose herself before answering, "I do but I visited when you were out doing whatever. I waited and after a while figured I'd stay here. Not really I'm the mood to walk back to my place"

"Not my problem, get out. I need my sleep", Feyd said coldly as he approached his bed.

"Yeah not my problem either", Varri replied almost mockingly. She threw the covers over herself and went back fo sleep. Feyd released a sigh of frustration before leaving the house, "I guess I'm spending a night at the Den" he said. Upon arrival he decided to wait a bit longer for Sylvestra's reply.

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Aaron had already exited the joust field by the time Dante and Aaron went to get their armor. Unfortunately he suffered a worse injury than his try with Eren. Kido managed to hit Aaron directly in the torso and managed to throw him off his horse where he landed on the ground on the same arm he injured before. "Oh you gotta be kidding me!", he yelled once getting up and walking to where everyone else was standing. The injuries could be healed but he wasn't as proficient in restoration as he was in conjuration, it seems today he'd get practice.

Dante closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath of air. Upon opening his eyes he directed his horse to charge at full speed. It had been a while since Dante jousted but he still had some memories of it. He leaned forward, his helmet face almost bumping the neck of the horse as he raised his shield to protect his side while aiming his lance to hit Aiden's sternum.

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KindledBeast said
Aiden watched the girl he had previously spoken to she was going to go against someone tho should be intresting, Aiden noticed Dante and thought for a moment before walking over to him, "So let's do this Dante." Aiden said challenging Dante to joust him.

Dante didn't say a word as he choose his armor, a black metal chestplate with an accompanying helmet of the same material and color. He mounted his horse and rode over to the jousting field where he waited for Aiden. The whole time the only thing going through his head was estimations of how long before Aiden would go into a bloodlust. Dante noticed he was going into withdrawal and it wouldn't be long before the bloodlust hit him. Hard.

The Qacian Rebellion

Not long after she shoved Feyd out the door Varri somehow managed to egg the entire tavern into a drunken brawl/party. The Caldari swung from the chandeliers as she kicked back the drunken patrons while chugging down mead like tomorrow was her last day. Which it might be since she took a job breaking into the king's castle, the punishment would surely be death. But she had been in worse situations before and she wasn't terribly worried about it. Once the brawl had subsided and the partakers of it had all fallen to their injuries Varri decided it was better to start working before the day of the job. She exited the tavern and immediately began asking around for Feyd. It took some time but she finally found out where he lived. Arriving at his house she quitely picked the lock before slowly opening the door. Only to her surprise her employer was nowhere to be found, in his place however was a direwolf ready to pounce on her at any moment. "Woah, easy boy, easy. I don't want any trouble alright? I'm a friend, I was just here to see Feyd", hearing the name of his master Witherfang began to calm down. Varri inched her way closer and closer to the beast and stretched out her hand but the direwolf growled once more causing her to pull back slightly. She paused but kept on and was eventually running her hand through the fur on his head. Witherfang became comfortable and quickly lowered his guard. "That's it, thaat's it. See I'm not as bad as you thought huh?", she said cheerfully and in reply the direwolf began to pant happily. "Alright I think it's time we go see Feyd...or we could have him find us", she said with a devious smile...

The Qacian Rebellion

Feyd tossed back and forth in his bed before he was finally awoken. He was anxious to complete the mission he couldn't stay asleep. "Maybe we should do it now?", he thought "No, I need to give our smuggler some time to prepare...If she is preparing that is" the half elf paced around his home until he had enough of being cooped up inside. Putting on some inconspicuous clothes he exited his home and began to walk the city streets. The fresh air didn't do much good to calm his nerves. "Perhaps a drink will do the trick", he mumbled as he headed for the Fox's Den. Once again entering he retrieved a tankard full of Caldari Bloodwine from the counter and sat in his usual booth.

As he sat there he noticed someone approaching his booth but quickly realized it was Abbas. "Ah Abbas, I was wondering if I'd see you anytime soon", Feyd said with a somewhat dissatisfied tone in his voice "Did that shipment raid I risk you about go down successfully?" Abbas sat in Feyd's booth before answering. "Unfortunately no, the shipment could not be located. I do however know of something you might be interested in"

Feyd raised an eyebrow as he inquired, "Really? And what might that be ?" He asked. Abbas handed him a piece of paper along with ink and feather. "I have discovered an elven woman named Sylvestra sends letters to the higher ups of the resistance"

"And this is important to me how?", Feyd asked somewhat annoyed.

"Usually it's only the higher ups who communicate with her but since you are attempting to break into the-", Feyd put a hand over Abbas' mouth.

"How do you know of that!", he whispered harshly. Trying to hold in his anger he slowly removed his hand from Abbas' mouth.

"I deal in communication, words and plans are my speciality. But don't worry this operation of yours is safe with me", Abbas said with a warm smile.

"Thank you, my friend. I'm glad you understand my need for secrecy. So what did you mean to tell me about this Sylvestra?"

"Well I have a carrier crow, if you want I could send a message to her and with luck you may get her to help you with your plan"

Feyd thought over his decision for a few moments before making his choice, "Alright let me write the first message"

Taking the quil in his hand and dipping the point into the ink Feyd began to write;
"Sylvestra, You do not know me but my name is Feydrien Aranyil. I am a member of the resistance and I wish to procure your services on an assignment which may prove crucial to our people's cause. Myself and a few of my fellow comrades are attempting to infiltrate the king's castle. Once inside we hope to procure something to use as leverage against the tyrant. If you could provide an exit for us once we locate the target I would be greatly indebted to you. I hope to hear your reply before tomorrow night. Sincerely, Feydrien Aranyil"

Feyd made sure not to write what exactly they were going after incase this was a trap. He handed Abbas the letter and the informant sent the crow off with the message. "Now we wait", Abbas stated calmly. And so the two sat there as they waited for a reply.

The Qacian Rebellion

So are we moving onto the next day or what?

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As soon as Kido began charging Aaden followed immediately after. His heart raced as he got closer and closer to Kido. He was within a few meters of the boy before he had a split second thought, he remembered when Eren had knocked him off his horse. That was not a fun experience and the only reason Aaron didn't break his arm was because he got lucky, he didn't want to do that to Kido. But he couldn't just stop in the middle of it either. "Oh this is gunna suck", he groaned as he subtly moved his shield to the side making a opening it his armor and aiming his lance ever so slightly so as it would only graze Kido. If he was going to go down he should at least make it interesting for the others watching.

The Qacian Rebellion

A while after Vindle left the Fox's Den Feyd exited as well. He had the plan, the way in the backup, what he needed was the smuggler. The city is filled with people looking to make easy money, but this wasn't easy work. No he needed a professional and so Feyd spent the rest of the night going from tavern to tavern looking for someone capable of the job. Finally he arrived at an inn where he heard news of an outsider staying there. Apparently she was able to get past the gate guards and procure a room without even paying. Feyd had found his smuggler and so he asked the bartender where the traveler was, "Most likely in her room, damn caldari thief arrived with cuts and bruises all over herself. Probably got the energy sapped out of her doing who knows what. If you ask me she's probably part of a bandit group whose raid turned south" the bartender would have kept rambling on if Feyd hadn't walked away towards the stairs where the rooms where. He kicked open the doors to every room until he found the one. She was still asleep and her bruises seemed to have healed somewhat. He sat in the chair that was beside the bed and moved his hand towards her. Before he could the woman quickly grabbed her dagger push him against the wall and held the blade to his throat, all in one swift and fluid motion. "The hell do you want half elf!", she demanded to know. Feyd's face remained emotionless as he began to explain his reason for being here, "I got a job, a big job. One that for you could mean being set for life. I'm in need of a smuggler and was told your my best option. So is it true?" Varri took a moment before lowering her dagger and sitting down on the bed, "I may be interested, what's the job?"

"I'll be here to pick you up tomorrow night, from here I'll take you to the meeting where the rest of the team will gather to put the final touches on the plan before executing it. If it all goes well you could walk away with a fortune", Feyd exited the room and headed downstairs but Varri followed right on his heels.

"Woah woah hold on a second. You barge into my room, propose a job to me, then leave without even buying me a drink? What kind of business man are you?!", she exclaime nd as she grabbed his arm. Feyd sighed before buying two drinks and bringing it to their table. He rested the tankards down and before he could sit down Varri grabbed both and began to chug the two down one after the other. "....I guess I won't be drinking tonight then", Feyd mumbled Varri put the tankards back on the table and rested her hands behind her head as she sat back in her chair, "So half elf-"

"It's Feyd", he cut her off.

"...so Feyd, mind telling me the details of the plan?" I'd like to know more about my job than just the pay. It helps to know what I'll be doing", Varri continued with a certain carefree tone in her voice.

"Its simple, me and a friend will be brought in as "prisoners" to the castle. Once in the dungeon you will smuggle our gear into the dungeon and break us out of our cells. From there your job is done...well half done, after we get what we came for we'll need you to have an escape route ready for us"

Varri rolled her eyes before answering, "And you want this all done by tomorrow night, I'll need to get a layout of the castle, I don't suppose you have one."

Feyd looked down as he hide his embarrassment, "No but I know a guy who should you'll meet him tomorrow"

"So since I can't do anything till tomorrow I'm free for the night? Great, it's been nice meeting you Feyd but now it's time for you to go. I have busy stuff to do like drink, sleep, and repeat", the caldari girl pushed Feyd out the tavern door and slammed it behind him. "Well I guess there isn't much to do besides wait for tomorrow then", he grumbled as he started walking towards his home. Upon arrival he dropped onto the bed and not long after was asleep. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

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"Wait I-", it was too late, Dante had already fallen out of the shadows and back into the scorching sun. His eyes squinted hard to block out the blazing Sun as he adjusted to its light. "I guess I better talk to Kido then..", he said as he walked over to the group. Unfortunately Kido was already on his horse and the jousting was about to begin. "Effects of early vampiric turning?", he mumbled to himself as he looked through the copied notebook. Carefully making sure no one saw it, the only thing that came to mind about Roxy's question was that if someone was born with vampirism they would be a random species of vampire if only one parent was one. If both parents were vampires then the child would be a hybrid of the two species if they were different. Either way Dante would wait before making any decisions, most likely Kido could shed some light on the subject.