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Amarysah nodded appreciatively at Cormag as he lowered his weapon, glad that mutual understanding was clear. She crossed her arms as she followed him under the tent.
”Thank you for sharing the tent and your fire. Autumn nights on the Plains can get rather cold if one isn’t prepared,” Mari said as a woman clearly from the Regnad Region rode up to the tent on a horse with a…Peacoj Gryphon? The owl hooted at the larger bird-like creature in a manner that seemed familiar.
”Greetings, I agree that the silence is rather off putting. I had attempted to see over the city wall but the tree isn’t quite close enough, and with the main gate barred from the outside, I’d say we stay clear of going that way. There had to be a reason as to why the Imperial army closed Somerset in,” she spoke her peace on the entrance of the city. The white haired Elven blinked her eyes. ”Apologies, my name is Amaryah. If we’re all trying to get into the city, we might as well be acquainted.”
As more and more people came to gather outside of Somerset’s walls, the night began to change in atmosphere. Instead of clear skies and stars, a dreary fog-filled sky settled over the area. One could even swear that the land itself was sick. Soon the party congregated one by one underneath the tattered canvas, the fire Cormag started seemingly keeping soulless shadows at bay.
Amarysah raised her eyebrows in disbelief as the drunk nobleman from Volenstul stumbled into camp and fallen before her. She shook her head as he mumbled in an intoxicated manner that she was some sort of angel. Mari made sure this idiot couldn’t follow her, and yet, here he was.
”How you managed to make it out here, fool, I don’t know. Sheer luck seems to be in your favor lately,” Amarysah quipped before looking back at the others. ”I have no clue who this man is. I just quite frankly, stumbled upon him in Volenstul.”
”Thank you for sharing the tent and your fire. Autumn nights on the Plains can get rather cold if one isn’t prepared,” Mari said as a woman clearly from the Regnad Region rode up to the tent on a horse with a…Peacoj Gryphon? The owl hooted at the larger bird-like creature in a manner that seemed familiar.
”Greetings, I agree that the silence is rather off putting. I had attempted to see over the city wall but the tree isn’t quite close enough, and with the main gate barred from the outside, I’d say we stay clear of going that way. There had to be a reason as to why the Imperial army closed Somerset in,” she spoke her peace on the entrance of the city. The white haired Elven blinked her eyes. ”Apologies, my name is Amaryah. If we’re all trying to get into the city, we might as well be acquainted.”
As more and more people came to gather outside of Somerset’s walls, the night began to change in atmosphere. Instead of clear skies and stars, a dreary fog-filled sky settled over the area. One could even swear that the land itself was sick. Soon the party congregated one by one underneath the tattered canvas, the fire Cormag started seemingly keeping soulless shadows at bay.
Amarysah raised her eyebrows in disbelief as the drunk nobleman from Volenstul stumbled into camp and fallen before her. She shook her head as he mumbled in an intoxicated manner that she was some sort of angel. Mari made sure this idiot couldn’t follow her, and yet, here he was.
”How you managed to make it out here, fool, I don’t know. Sheer luck seems to be in your favor lately,” Amarysah quipped before looking back at the others. ”I have no clue who this man is. I just quite frankly, stumbled upon him in Volenstul.”
@Smoke Wind
“It is alright, Amandine. This young warrior seeks what you have lost as well. A trusted mentor,” Kamari spoke as she motioned for Amy to relax. The priestess observed the young man who brazenly turned his back to them. “May the ground lead you on a gentle path,” she replied in Kotaka’s native tongue. She smiled knowingly, her golden gaze locked on what a natural eye could not see.
“If you should need assistance, the Dragonians offer our aid. Amandine has walked a similar trail, take care for it is not for the weak of heart or mind,” Kamari gave a final warning as she turned to her trusted friend. “Come, Amandine, our people await our return. We’ll be watching young warrior.”
With a snap of her fingers, Kamari and Amandine were enveloped in fire and smoke before disappearing. In their space where they stood obsidian scales were left behind.
@Ti@Jamesyco@vietmyke@jasbraq@Smoke Wind
The gryphon followed her target, the unlikely duo of feline and canine trailed behind the merry band of drunk fools, and a solitary owl perched comfortably at the top of the tent. The familiars were set on their missions as more than just trouble brewed in Somerset. What could not be completed in the past was now fated to begin once again. A band of unlikely companions were to become one like tales of decades ago.
Amarysah had studied the front gate from the shadows for what seemed like hours. She knew from the abandoned Imperial army tent that whatever they shut inside what intended to stay inside. And to make matters worse, a familiar looking owl kept hooting calmly at her. Deciding on a different approach, Mari perched herself in a tree near the town wall like the feathery annoyance on the tent. The owl hooted louder and more frequently, a sign to the ogre in the tent. She pinched the bridge of her nose and glared at the owl.
“Quiet bird! Fried owl may be on the menu if you don’t stop,” Mari hissed quietly, making the owl stop. The assassin sighed softly and turned back to trying to observe what was on the other side of the wall. The owl wasted naught the opportunity to hoot at Mari, causing her to snap and miss step her pose and fall out of the tree.
“Ouch, stupid bird,” Amarysah muttered as she rubbed her low back and picked twigs, leaves, and flowers out of her hair. She dusted off her pants and she stood up. Her icy gaze catching the ogre’s.
“I mean no harm, I was just trying to get a better look at what was happening on the other side of the wall,” Mari explained with her hands raised with caution.
“It is alright, Amandine. This young warrior seeks what you have lost as well. A trusted mentor,” Kamari spoke as she motioned for Amy to relax. The priestess observed the young man who brazenly turned his back to them. “May the ground lead you on a gentle path,” she replied in Kotaka’s native tongue. She smiled knowingly, her golden gaze locked on what a natural eye could not see.
“If you should need assistance, the Dragonians offer our aid. Amandine has walked a similar trail, take care for it is not for the weak of heart or mind,” Kamari gave a final warning as she turned to her trusted friend. “Come, Amandine, our people await our return. We’ll be watching young warrior.”
With a snap of her fingers, Kamari and Amandine were enveloped in fire and smoke before disappearing. In their space where they stood obsidian scales were left behind.
@Ti@Jamesyco@vietmyke@jasbraq@Smoke Wind
The gryphon followed her target, the unlikely duo of feline and canine trailed behind the merry band of drunk fools, and a solitary owl perched comfortably at the top of the tent. The familiars were set on their missions as more than just trouble brewed in Somerset. What could not be completed in the past was now fated to begin once again. A band of unlikely companions were to become one like tales of decades ago.
Amarysah Snowden
Amarysah had studied the front gate from the shadows for what seemed like hours. She knew from the abandoned Imperial army tent that whatever they shut inside what intended to stay inside. And to make matters worse, a familiar looking owl kept hooting calmly at her. Deciding on a different approach, Mari perched herself in a tree near the town wall like the feathery annoyance on the tent. The owl hooted louder and more frequently, a sign to the ogre in the tent. She pinched the bridge of her nose and glared at the owl.
“Quiet bird! Fried owl may be on the menu if you don’t stop,” Mari hissed quietly, making the owl stop. The assassin sighed softly and turned back to trying to observe what was on the other side of the wall. The owl wasted naught the opportunity to hoot at Mari, causing her to snap and miss step her pose and fall out of the tree.
“Ouch, stupid bird,” Amarysah muttered as she rubbed her low back and picked twigs, leaves, and flowers out of her hair. She dusted off her pants and she stood up. Her icy gaze catching the ogre’s.
“I mean no harm, I was just trying to get a better look at what was happening on the other side of the wall,” Mari explained with her hands raised with caution.
@Smoke Wind
As the young man paused in his trek down the mountains, the voices paused for a moment as the owners of said voices began to speak. The younger one had asked a question in the native tongue, followed by an annoyed sigh.
“Enough, Amy! You cannot eat him! He is a being, not a half-skinned animal!” The voice of an experienced woman snapped. “Those furs are his clothes, and he is wearing a cotton shirt.”
If Kotaka were to remove his blindfold, he would see two women emerging from the trees. The one who first spoke to Kotaka’s understanding was tall, standing at almost 5’10” in height. Her fair-skinned figure was draped in fine black and white silk priestess attire with gold accessories. Her long, onyx hair was half up, secured with gold pins, as her honeyed gaze studied the man.
“It was only one time, and she did transform into a pheasant” Amandine said defensively, gesturing to emphasise the size difference between a person and a bird with her hands, “Besides, that one looks tough, like boot leather. The meat’s probably stringy, and it’s a pain when it gets stuck between your teeth.” As if on instinct, she picked at her teeth to make sure they were clear, then offered a bright, toothy grin.
Shorter in stature than her companion, Amandine had a dusky complexion, striking white hair, and red eyes that gazed at her surroundings with a curious, predatory expression. She wiped her hands clean, then folded them behind her back as she followed beside the priestess.
Kamari sighed once again as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Shaking her head, the priestess moved closer with almost deadly grace. “Very few use these paths to go to the mountains. Where are you going, young wanderer?”
Stepping slightly behind the taller woman, Amandine slipped easily into the role of handmaiden. “The Priestess Kamari is feeling charitable today. Please answer her questions.”
@Ti
The Peacock Gryphons observed Zahra as she walked through the ancient wall. Their gazes never wavered from her little troop. As she moved to the grasslands, an older gryphon, who wasn’t as vibrant as the others, stood up on all fours. It launched itself up into the air and began to follow Zahra. Upon closer inspection, this elder being didn’t have the purple plumage as the others and could hide more easily in any greenery.
It landed with a thump beside the human woman. Clearly, this creature was used to humanoids and was unbothered by the horse as well. This creature still appeared uninterested, despite following Zahra, almost as if it were a black cat that was bored.
@Jamesyco
While Oliver traveled with his group of colleagues, two creatures followed the joyful wagon of merriment. The first creature was a Prairie Mothcat. A fluffy little thing with verde, beige, and cream coloring, as well as a few brown spots and matching wings. Its big emerald eyes blinked curiously at the troop while it jumped up and down on the mound of grass it was sitting on, or so it seemed.
The second creature was a Terra Wolf, a canine creature with gold glowing eyes, the size of a small wagon, and a head-to-paw grass and brush-like appearance. It shambled up lazily and yawned as the mothcat sat comfortably on its shoulders.
@vietmyke
The owl hooted calmly back at Cormag as it followed him to the abandoned camps outside Somerset. The feathered friend flew to the peak of the last standing tent; all the others had either been destroyed by weather or bandits absconding with any leftover supplies, which weren't many. But the tattered canvas shelter was large enough for a small group to rally under if needed.
Amarysah Snowden
As soon as she got out of Volenstul and away from prying eyes, Amarysah took a deep breath behind a wood of trees. With it being nightfall, no one would be able to see her. Mari took a deep breath and focused on the image of the animal she wanted to become. Soon, a doe Telanope came from the trees and took off towards Somerset.
Telanopes are magical herd animals of Vradia and take on the likeness of their home environments. While they aren’t as rare as unicorns, they have been scarce since the First Age and since they adapt so well to their environments it is hard to study them. Amarysah had the chance to do so when she ran away from her father’s house the first time. She spent a long time in the woods that fall and gained the trust of many animals, not just the telanopes.
Her mostly black and tan form hid herself well in the night as she found herself on the backside of Somerset. Mari took her time to calm down her racing heart and hid behind some boulders to shift back into her normal form. Dusting off her pants and raising her hood as she walked around the perimeter of the township. Her icy gaze settled on the abandoned tent followed by the gate, and then the ox with a very large man. Scratch that, he was an ogre.
A single ogre? That was odd. They normally traveled in groups as mercenary workers for the Empire. Amarysah kept her distance, still in the shadows of night as she continued to figure out what the best way was to enter Somerset.
"Raeretha...I cannot consent to going to the Surface. We have survived Blight after Blight down here with the blessing of Falon'Din. We will continue to do so until his return."
"With all due respect, Night Mother, this Blight is...different. You didn't see the way the hordes seemed to be almost more aware. We barely made it back without casualties. I had heard Anise had been sent to the Lava Ruins after he started showing signs, and when I went to talk to my contacts in the Downtown District, there was a quarantine wall in the way."
"If you do this, you will never be able to return. You will no longer see your parents, everything you've known will be-."
"I know what I must personally sacrifice for my people. Do you, Night Mother?"
With a soft groan and stretch, Raeretha stared at the angled ceiling of her tent, the soft thumping indicating that the rain from last night stayed. The sands of Anderfell didn’t allow for the easiest place to hide from the sun.
Right now in her cozy tent she was coherent, of sound mind, but the moment that sun cracked above the horizon, she was loonier than a nug for mud. That wasn’t quite right, her thoughts were normal, it was her words and demeanor that changed. Rae guessed it was the effect of the sun on her people, maybe that was the reason why they didn’t go to the Surface. It was also why she kept to herself amongst the mercenary group known as the Rethari Blades during the day. But the storm was a comfort itself, it meant that the sun wouldn’t be shining.
Raeretha joined about six months ago but she had been following them for about a year. They had been the closest group with the most diverse races and highest numbers that she could blend in. She helped here and there with gathering herbs and spices for potions as well as hunting for game at first. Trying her best not to stand out more than she already did. Slowly, she began volunteering for night watches or nighttime missions. Proving to the leaders that she was trustworthy and got jobs done quickly.
In the meantime, Raeretha kept to herself, half the time entranced with the newest flora or fauna she came across, taking out her journal and sketching its likeness. No one in the camp could guess when Raeretha appeared amongst the ranks but since she was helpful, no one questioned her. She supposed that she looked like any normal Elvhen woman minus the red Vallaslin, so that probably helped more than anything.
Raeretha sighed slowly as she forced herself to get up. She needed to pack her belongings before her mind went south for the day. She slipped her red embroidered with blouse and tugged on her dark trousers before stepping into her black leather boots. Rae quietly gathered her belongings into her pack before she stepped out, shielding her silvery eyes briefly. Even as the sun was trying its hardest to peek through the storm clouds, it still seemed to have some sort of effect on her. She was glad that she had taken watch last night and was allowed to rest during the day. It was better that way.
Raeretha slipped on her leather coat as she swept her gaze across the vast array of the camp and flipped up her hood. Perhaps there was time to sketch that lovely patch of flowers that was near the canteen area. Once her belongings were properly secured, Rae took off in that direction, her mind became softly clouded with the whispers that bombarded her mind. Her gaze flicked slowly around as if she had smoked a strong strand of Royal Elfroot. She tilted her head as a group of medic mages were tending to a group of injured recruits who looked as in a herd of druffalo stampeded them. Rae decided to get a closer look inside the medical tent.
”Curious, Clarice, what happened?” Raeretha asked as she pulled a bundle of healing herbs out of her pack and handed it to one of the head medics.
The elder elf woman with long braided auburn hair with streaks of gray and emerald green eyes appeared exasperated and annoyed at the same time. “These idiots decided to challenge Rasaad,” she replied as she took the wrapped bundle of herbs. “Thank you, Raeretha, we’d be strapped for herbs without you,” she added.
”It is my pleasure to help, hopefully, their dreams come back soon. One stays in darkness when fighting a Qunari like Rassad,” Raeretha replied with a smile.
Clarice blinked her eyes for a moment and laughed. “You have the oddest way of describing things. Yes, I’m hopeful they recover from their concussions soon.”
Raeretha’s smile faltered a bit and shrugged. ”I must not be fully awake yet. I better go grab something to eat,” she admitted before walking away from the medic area. Glancing up at the sky, unbothered by the rain drops, she sighed in relief as she could begin to see stars. That was good, she’d feel like herself soon.
Even on the cobblestones of the canteen hall, Raeretha’s boots barely made a sound. Instilled in her at the Temple Academy, one of her standing was to never been noticed, never to make a sound. Yet here, she was more unique than she had anticipated. Raeretha sighed softly as she grabbed one of the wooden bowls for the evening stew that cooks managed to throw together. The voices whispering in the echo of her mind caused her to try and focus on the weathered details of the canteen hall as she followed the line.
Echoes of once was lost to time and decay, they almost seemed to coincide with the voices. Her silvery eyes flicked to the horizon as the darkness began to fill the sky. The mage fires became alive in the lanterns and candles producing comfort in the dark. Oddly enough, Raeretha wasn’t affected by mage light, such an odd affliction she had.
Rae blinked her eyes to clarity as the stew was slopped into her bowl. She smiled softly and thanked the cook before finding a spot to sit down. Raeretha clasped her hands together and silently thanked Falon’Din for the meal before digging in. Her sensitive ears picked up on whispers around her. She paused her spoon’s motion to her mouth. Apparently, Delilah, Dean, Minerva, Klef, Celeste, and Diana got together after Kelf and Vae’nra returned from a scouting assignment.
”Must be bad if all they all got together,” Raeretha thought as she continued to eat. She just broke her roll in half to clean up the remaining sauce of the stew in her bowl when she heard a few whispering about her. Many people didn’t believe that she could eviscerate a person in moments. She was soft spoken, kept to herself most of the time, and smiled gently like nothing could hurt her. Raeretha bit her bottom lip softly as she remembered the horrors she witnessed in the Deep Roads. Never had she been more afraid of the Blight than now.
Rae shivered and shook her head before finishing her bread. She caught a glimpse of the famed Rasaad. He had quite the warrior reputation. Idiots couldn’t help challenging him and he always seemed to agree, at least that’s what Raeretha heard. Qunari were interesting beings, not at all what she taught at the Academy. But there were a lot of things in the last year that Rae had to relearn thanks to the Academy. She was taught that Qunari were monsters, no more than muscled vessels for the Blight to consume. They weren’t worth Falon’Din’s time, and therefore, not worth her people’s time.
Raeretha sighed as more Qunari had been accepting of her odd appearance than any others. She noticed a stitched fresh wound on his bicep. It was interesting how Qunari’s were boastful about scars, considering most mages could heal that easily. Rae finally finished her meal, she gathered her bowl and spoon before she stood to move away from the table. She could finally go find those flowers to sketch.
@Smoke Wind
As Kotaka would descend the mountains of the North into the Western Rife Mountains, he would encounter whispers amongst the pine trees but would not be able to see or quite make out what the whispers were saying. Every once in a while there would be a girlish giggle followed by a stern woman’s voice scolding the other.
@Ti
When the beautiful Regandian woman decided to turn North, a flock of Peacock Gryphons gathered on the ancient stone walls that once separated the Plains from the Sands. The wall had crumbled from time as various paths had been widely used. While not in vast numbers like they once were, it was odd to see such gryphons this far North.
They were no longer than seven feet long and four feet tall. Their aqua crystal eyes trained on Yasmin as if they knew why she was there.
@vietmyke
As Cormag would travel west to Somerset from Volenstul, he would see a rare Agni’lighten Owl following him. The creature would have normally stood out in the plains during the day with its feathers as dark as ink except for the bluish white vertical curve in the center of its forehead and its milky white eyes. It stayed far enough that a toss of a rock or weapon would fall short.
The Ellezag Plains known for its vast natural beauty and resources was decorated with small farming villages, the occasional trading town, and the flora covered ruins of the First Age of the First Emperor. Communities of millenniums gone by mistaken for rock formations or an unexplained landmark amongst the waves of golden grass. One would be able to see for miles as long as they weren’t near the woods.
The sky, that stretched far and wide from the Western Mountains to the Evergreen Forest, was normally mix of periwinkle and powder blue that sheltered the Ellezag Plains but was now dark and overcast. The only solace one received that it was not evening was the sun trying its hardest to penetrate the thick clouds.Those traveling the countryside would experience the struggling crops and livestock due to the lack of sunshine.
It seemed to start in the area of Somerset, one of the few townships in the Plains that could appropriately hold the title of a small city. Or at least that was the case. As travelers neared the city’s walls they would notice how the gates were shut from the outside of the town limits. Large planks nailed to keep something almost in alongside explosive runes etched into the dirt that would be activated when one stepped on them. Abandoned camps of the Empire’s Army littered around Somerset’s twenty-foot-tall wooden spiked walls. Just from the stench around the town, one could tell to be cautious about entering.
Amarysah Snowden
@Jamesyco
Mari's sensitive ears picked up on the rustling of grass and the rather loud slurps from a container of liquid. It wasn't uncommon for a straggler to meander out of Sanctuary. What caused the Elven woman to pause and slowly turn her head in the direction of the man was the fact that he was lucid enough in his drunken endeavor to call out to her. Mari's icy orbs narrowed like the tip of her daggers, ready to defend herself if the drunkard decided to grab at her.
Just as she thought he was going to get too close, Mari watched the man face-plant to the cobbled alley floor. Her eyes widened with raised eyebrows. Taking a nearby spare wooden dowel from a broken tavern chair, Mari took the chance and poked the man in the side. She tilted her head as she made a quick assessment. This man was clearly a human noble of considerable wealth due to the quality of his clothing, and the fact that the man dared to take a glass outside of the tavern. He had money to spare if he broke the glass.
"You are lucky that I am in a rush tonight. Otherwise, I would gut you like a freshly caught fish," Mari quipped as she tossed the dowel to the trashcan before grabbing the man's beer on the grassy knoll and pouring it on his face to wake him up.
When she saw movement and the nobleman's eyes blinked with some clarity, Mari spoke some words of street wisdom. "You better get up and get back to safety before someone of more desperate means strips you of your clothing and takes everything in your pockets. Your clothes alone could feed a family in the Downtown District for months."
She didn't know why she hadn't done such a thing herself; after all, this man was a noble. She supposed that she was feeling generous today. Mari dusted off her hands and readjusted her hood for more cover before she began to head in the direction of the Crows' hideout.
Amarysah Snowden
One could feel the stickiness of humidity in the air even with the cover of night. This summer had been unusually cool, and the ever-present humidity subtly signaled that rain was fast approaching. Even the animals seemed to sense it as they scurried to their hidden homes within the city walls. Volenstul, the capital city of Vradia, was bustling with life, despite the impending storm. While the nobles slept comfortably in the Upper Ring, many were breaking legs and deals in the shadows of the Downtown markets and backways of the Harbor. One establishment, known as Sanctuary, stood out amongst the wretched living conditions one would experience.
The Sanctuary, nestled between the outskirts of the Rosebud District and the beginning of Downtown, serves as the only pub where both wealthy merchants, nobles, and the poor working class can meet. Many organizations use Sanctuary as a place for business deals, legal or otherwise. The Obsidian Crows are one of the most notorious groups, a Thieves Guild built to support those trying to survive Downtown and the Harbor District.
A woman with long ivory tresses twisted back into a long braid entered Sanctuary. Her icy gaze scanned the boisterous crowd, zeroing in on a man with dark features, olive skin, and dressed in fine clothes towards the back. He was doing his best to appear like a commoner; however, the design in his clothes gave him away. She lowered the hood of her dark navy cloak and weaved her way to him like a feline prowling towards prey. Her worn-but-well-cared-for leather boots barely made a sound on the wood floor of the pub. A smile formed on the half-Elven woman's lips with didn't quite meet her eyes.
Amarysah sat across from the nervous low rank nobleman as one did not call upon the Obsidian Crows lightly, much less for her services. "Count Rolof, I presume? The Obsidian Crows have reported that you need assistance on a matter." She propped her left elbow on the table, placed the left side of her jawline and cheek into her hand casually.
The nobleman fussed with his cloak for a moment before meeting Mari's gaze. He seemed shocked, and most people did, meeting her for the first time if they were nobles. She carried her father's piercing blue eyes that anyone would recognize as Grand Duke Viktor's bloodline. "I-I was told that you deal in poisons," he finally managed to stutter out.
"Among other things," Mari purred in a bored manner. What was this man's deal? He seemed more jumpy than the normal nobles who contacted her for Crow services.
Count Rolof glanced around, and a sheen of sweat began to appear on his forehead as he raised his forearms to the table. Once it appeared that the man was satisfied with the obscure nature of the table in the corner, he sighed softly and began to roll up his silken sleeves. "Could use please tell me what poison would do this?" Rolof asked as his forearms were littered with pus boils in some spots, and those that popped the skin were infected with signs of starting to decay.
Amarysah immediately jumped to her feet and took a step back upon seeing such a symptom. "Have you traveled outside of the city recently?" She asked as Count Rolof gulped and nodded. Mari sighed in an annoyed tone. "Where exactly?"
"Somerset. About a week ago."
"Any contact with someone who may be carrying Duskrot?" She asked as she thought Rolof's eyes were going to pop out of his head with the look he gave her.
"D-Duskrot?"
Amarysah nodded in confirmation. It was surprising that even a low nobleman had caught such a terrible disease. Such cases mainly resided in communities with low to poor living conditions. "Only those who come into contact with the Duskrot disease will get the beginning of necrotic tissue that fast," she explained as Rolof quickly covered his forearms back up.
"I-Is it curable?"
Amarysah studied the man for a moment and nodded. "Yes, there is one way to protect oneself." She flipped up her hood and gestured for the man to follow her into the back hallway of Sanctuary. The count did so until he realized that they were in the stone warehouse of the pub. He gingerly walked to the middle of the room to gaze up at the full moon shining down from the roof window. Mari had seemingly disappeared until daggers pinned his cloak in the cracks of the stones.
"W-What is going o-on?" Rolof yelped as he tried his best to tug his cloak free.
"I'm sorry, Count Rolof, but once one's skin becomes necrotic. It's only a matter of time before they succumb to the worst of the symptoms and finally turn," Mari spoke as she entered the ray of moonlight. Rolof's eyes widened as he realized what Amarysah was suggesting.
"No, please, I can pay you! I truly can! Please, just tell me the cure!" Rolof begged.
"Unfortunately, to cure the disease in an area, those who contract it must be killed by steel and their bodies burned to ashes," Amarysah explained as she produced a dagger in her right hand and a small potion bottle in the left. "Downtown and Harbor Districts experience enough hardship from your lot. They don't need a disease to quarantine them to death," she added with a glare.
Before Rolof could grovel some more, Mari swiped her dagger across his throat and jumped back as she tossed a bottle of Devil's Fire at the dying man. Setting him a blaze on the spot. She sat on a barrel and waited for the man and his clothes to burn away. The only sign left of Count Rolof was the five gold and three silver coins that he had intended for payment.
Mari stared a bit longer at the pile of ashes before she took an empty vial from her pack, collected some, and corked it. She examined the ashes briefly before carefully dusting off the money; this man wasn’t going to need it anymore. Plus, the count had been a bachelor, and from what Mari could dig up, he was lucky to receive the inheritance that he did. Regardless, it was one less useless noble in Vradia, something that the half-Elven woman could get behind.
Once the pile of ash was cleaned and all evidence of Count Rolof was washed away into the sewer below, Amarysah paused a moment before leaving through the back door. Fronk, the head healer for the Obsidian Crows, was headed to Somerset about a month ago as a favor to a sister faction in the Ellezag Plains. "First, report in. Then head out," Mari muttered to herself before she flipped up her hood and disappeared into the night.
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