Cit'rines "scouting" involves him coming and going randomly over the next 2 days. Sometimes diapering for a few hours other times for 10mins, going off in random directions. He would be mid-wager with Se'air when he would pause, concentrating, as if someone is speaking to him...then he would take off without word to anyone. Upon his return he comes back to the group grinning wildly and most of the time, covered with blood...he would then find Aramila and report his findings.
Sariya spends the passing days happly being outdoor, feeling free and at home. Even though she loved this interesting new world, this place of greens and blues, of soft breezes, of animals and their chatter, this this was her home. These roads were new to her but still she felt at peace. Her company brought her joy, she loved observing their weird ways and imitating them although many of times just making a fool of herself. Her never ending energy sees he bouncing from one person to the next. Sharing a few words with each before something else would capture her attention. She occasionally stops to chat to the wildlife aswell or to pick some off the herbs and shove into her bag. This would often mean she would find herself falling behind but she would never linger to long and often caught up quickly. The importance of scouting and keeping an eye out would often leave her mind, however every now and again she would climb through the trees and stalk Cit'rine as he disappointed into the woods. his reasoning for coming back bloody played on her curious mind and she couldnt help but fear that maybe he was hunting the poor wild animals for fun and if this was the case then she planned on sharing with him a few words.
Cit'rine pauses on the other side of the log he had just jumped..a noise? He looks behind him and to the sides..nothing..other than leaves falling when the shouldn't be...he couldn't help but grin.
He quickens his steps and puts a few trees between him and his stalker and heads to the berrie bush he spotted earlier. Grabbing handfulls of the red berries he begins massaging them into his chest, face and arms before whoever is following can see. Once satisfied with his decor, Cit'rine casts minor illusion...
He steps out from behind the tree looking angry and menacing, blood dripping and covering majority of his face, chest and up to his elbows...it looked as is he had slaughtered 1,000 men and bathed in there blood. In one hand he holds his axe, slick with blood- in the other hand he holds the small head of a fox..the details of this fox are very similar to that of the wild girls pet..his eyes gleaming and his grin bright white against the red, he holds the head out on display towards the canopy of the trees..
Sariyas usual calm silver eyes darken, mirroring the sky on a stormy day. she throws herself out of the tree with the intentions of landing on cit'rine and throwing him to the ground. her right hand firmly around the handle of the dagger tied to the side of her thigh
As sariya jumps she pulls out the dagger from the twisted vines that held it in place. The force of her landing throws cit'rine flat on his back, her knees firmly on his chest. she stabs the blade with full force into his left shoulder as she does she throws back her head and lets out a loud bear roar. She looks back at him eyes filled with rage, she pulls out the dagger and places its bloody edge against his throat "I should take your head off for that" she says a rumble still in her voice Just as she begins to add pressure down on the blade she sees cinniquer come out of the bushes, a confused look on his face "sariya what on earth are you doing?" it is only when she sees her fox that the familiar smell hits her. she quickly slide of cit'rene not caring about the pain shes causing him, the blade still against his throat. shoving her face into his chest she sniffs around then licks a small part of his arm just to confirm what her nose was telling her was true. "berries! you fool! you almost had me kill you over berries!" she says looking back at him as she pulls away the blade. at the mentioning of berries cinniquer rushes over and begins cleaning cit'ren one lick after the other. OOC - used thaumaturgy for the bear growl
Cit'rine looks at the wound in his should, then up at the wild girl ontop of him, then back down to his shoulder...."..You stabbed me.."
His body starts shaking with small broken chuckles'..ha..hahah.. you...hahhahah. you stabbed....HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHHHAHA!!!!""
His crazy laughing rings through the forests, his body shaking violently ..."....YOU ACTUALLY HAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHHA YOU ACTUALLY FELL FOR IT HAHAHAHAHAHA.."
His laughing fit continues until he begins choking on his own saliva.
OOC (IF SARIYA IS STILL ON HIM)- After he gets a hold of himself and after he regains his breath he lets out a long sigh with a few more chuckles. He looks up at Sariya "Get off....get OFF.." and pushes her off him and begins getting off the floor.
Cit'rine manages to shove Sariya aside and stumbles to his feet too quickly almost hitting the ground again in his haste. His left arm, bleeding profusely from the shoulder wound, hangs limply at his side.
Cit'rine - your legs feel weak and the world seems to be slightly spinning but you fight through it managing to stay on your feet flashing a wide smile at Sariya as an occasional giggle escapes your lips.
Sariya - despite this you can see his skin begin to pale and he is clearly struggling.
Elizar, Aramilla, Estelle, Se'air - You all hear a roar in the distance, a bear? in this part of the woods?, followed by what can only be explained as crazed laughter.
As Elizar walks along, she faintly hears a crazy wild scream and then a few moments later....laughter? Even crazier wild laughter? Out here in the middle of nowhere- that usually was not a good sign and her impulses are all suddenly alive. She notices for a brief second that Sariya is not with them as she quickly runs into the trees towards the sound.
Despite his efforts Sariya could see Cit'rines skin begin to pale. She felt so guilty for stabbing him even though she blames him completly. She quickly looks around and finds a large leaf. Folding the leaf in half she holds it fist closed up against a small stone that hang from neck. the stone seems to faintly glow for a few seconds and then stops. Sariya open her hand out to Cit'rine inside the leaf now lay 10 small white berries. "Im sorry" she says quietly not able to look him in the eyes from all her guilt. OOC- using goodberry to make healing berries.
Cit'rine raises an eyebrow at the strange girl who had stabbed him and is now offering him berries, he slowly takes one from her hand, sniffs it and throws it into his mouth...his eyes light up as the effects of the berries begin to work. He looks down at his wound from which the blood was starting to slow. He has a few more amazed and excited by what was happening..
Once the color begins to return to his face his grins like a madman at the wild girl before pulling out a small belt knife and stabbing himself in the same shoulder!!!- he lets out a roar, drops the knife to the ground then quickly eats the remaining berries..watching in amazement as his shoulder one again begins to heal..
"You are useful, we should be friends." he says to the girl, hands on his belt, eyes gleaming.
A roar, followed by Cit’rines unmistakable psychotic laughter, followed by silence, followed by a scream - Cit’rine again. Se’air watched as Elizar races off into the clutter of trees, towards the general direction of the noise. He turns to Aramila, who gives him a nod, and with that he follows after Elizar, quarterstaff in hand
Sariya smiles as she watches cit'rene eat her berries one by one, as the wound begins to disappear so does her guilt. Just as she begins to relaxe the crazy man stabs himself again and before she has a second to process what is going on the rest of her berries are gone and he has healed once. She struggled to understand him, surely not all that live outside the forest are this crazy she thought to herself. She feels a rush of excitement take over as she hears the word friends. She throws the empty leaf over her shoulder and opens out her hand to him once more. A ball of purple flame with streaks of black apears in the centre of her palm. From excitement she thrust up her hand into cit'renes face to give him a closer look. OOC -using produce flame
As Sariya is producing the flame in her hand you hear a sudden crash in the woods to your side before Elizar excitedly breaks through the brush followed a moment later by a much calmer Se'air. They both stop a moment taking in the scene before them.
Elizar & Se'air - Sariya and Cit'rine both stand facing each other, covered in what can only be blood. The blood was beginning to form a small puddle at their feet where two, still wet, daggers lay and despite being the more bloodied of the two, Cit'rine stood grinning defiantly as Sariya forced a purple flame into his face.
Elizar & Se'air this doesn't look good....
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As Elizar follows the path of the sound, they continue and she picks up speed.
She reaches a clearing and faintly see's Sariya's crazy hair as she hears Citrine's even crazier howl and laugh. With a swift motion she releases her sword and dodges branches to reach them...... and skids to a halt.
Before her she quickly takes in Citrine, covered in blood and as Sariya pushes her purple flame into Citrines face, Elizar fumes in defiance of her friend. With a quick jump she places herself behind Citrine, sword now pressed firmly across his neck. 'So you like to play games' she whispers in his ear 'lets play', as her sword presses a little firmer.
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Se’air slows to a stop behind Elizar, stepping out beside her. He takes in the scene before him, quickly assesing the situation, were they both bleeding? (perception - 9 )
Se’air slows to a stop behind Elizar, stepping out beside her. He takes in the scene before him, quickly assesing the situation, were they both bleeding? (perception - 6 )
With the excitement of everything you try to make sense of the situation but Elizar quickly reacts forcing your attention back to what is happening.
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Cit'rines "scouting" involves him coming and going randomly over the next 2 days. Sometimes diapering for a few hours other times for 10mins, going off in random directions. He would be mid-wager with Se'air when he would pause, concentrating, as if someone is speaking to him...then he would take off without word to anyone. Upon his return he comes back to the group grinning wildly and most of the time, covered with blood...he would then find Aramila and report his findings.
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Sariya spends the passing days happly being outdoor, feeling free and at home. Even though she loved this interesting new world, this place of greens and blues, of soft breezes, of animals and their chatter, this this was her home. These roads were new to her but still she felt at peace.
Her company brought her joy, she loved observing their weird ways and imitating them although many of times just making a fool of herself.
Her never ending energy sees he bouncing from one person to the next. Sharing a few words with each before something else would capture her attention. She occasionally stops to chat to the wildlife aswell or to pick some off the herbs and shove into her bag. This would often mean she would find herself falling behind but she would never linger to long and often caught up quickly.
The importance of scouting and keeping an eye out would often leave her mind, however every now and again she would climb through the trees and stalk Cit'rine as he disappointed into the woods. his reasoning for coming back bloody played on her curious mind and she couldnt help but fear that maybe he was hunting the poor wild animals for fun and if this was the case then she planned on sharing with him a few words.
DM - i will make it that you are tracking Cit'rine again in the current time.
DM - the Twilight of an Age | Vulgrim - Bard - Shackles of Silver | DM - the Call of Fate
Stealth - 8
Perception - 16
Passive Perception-12
Cit'rine pauses on the other side of the log he had just jumped..a noise? He looks behind him and to the sides..nothing..other than leaves falling when the shouldn't be...he couldn't help but grin.
He quickens his steps and puts a few trees between him and his stalker and heads to the berrie bush he spotted earlier. Grabbing handfulls of the red berries he begins massaging them into his chest, face and arms before whoever is following can see. Once satisfied with his decor, Cit'rine casts minor illusion...
He steps out from behind the tree looking angry and menacing, blood dripping and covering majority of his face, chest and up to his elbows...it looked as is he had slaughtered 1,000 men and bathed in there blood. In one hand he holds his axe, slick with blood- in the other hand he holds the small head of a fox..the details of this fox are very similar to that of the wild girls pet..his eyes gleaming and his grin bright white against the red, he holds the head out on display towards the canopy of the trees..
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Sariyas usual calm silver eyes darken, mirroring the sky on a stormy day. she throws herself out of the tree with the intentions of landing on cit'rine and throwing him to the ground. her right hand firmly around the handle of the dagger tied to the side of her thigh
Attack: 23 Damage: 6
perception - 16
As sariya jumps she pulls out the dagger from the twisted vines that held it in place. The force of her landing throws cit'rine flat on his back, her knees firmly on his chest. she stabs the blade with full force into his left shoulder as she does she throws back her head and lets out a loud bear roar. She looks back at him eyes filled with rage, she pulls out the dagger and places its bloody edge against his throat "I should take your head off for that" she says a rumble still in her voice
Just as she begins to add pressure down on the blade she sees cinniquer come out of the bushes, a confused look on his face "sariya what on earth are you doing?" it is only when she sees her fox that the familiar smell hits her. she quickly slide of cit'rene not caring about the pain shes causing him, the blade still against his throat. shoving her face into his chest she sniffs around then licks a small part of his arm just to confirm what her nose was telling her was true. "berries! you fool! you almost had me kill you over berries!" she says looking back at him as she pulls away the blade. at the mentioning of berries cinniquer rushes over and begins cleaning cit'ren one lick after the other.
OOC - used thaumaturgy for the bear growl
Cit'rine looks at the wound in his should, then up at the wild girl ontop of him, then back down to his shoulder...."..You stabbed me.."
His body starts shaking with small broken chuckles'..ha..hahah.. you...hahhahah. you stabbed....HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHHHAHA!!!!""
His crazy laughing rings through the forests, his body shaking violently ..."....YOU ACTUALLY HAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHHA YOU ACTUALLY FELL FOR IT HAHAHAHAHAHA.."
His laughing fit continues until he begins choking on his own saliva.
OOC (IF SARIYA IS STILL ON HIM)- After he gets a hold of himself and after he regains his breath he lets out a long sigh with a few more chuckles. He looks up at Sariya "Get off....get OFF.." and pushes her off him and begins getting off the floor.
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Cit'rine manages to shove Sariya aside and stumbles to his feet too quickly almost hitting the ground again in his haste. His left arm, bleeding profusely from the shoulder wound, hangs limply at his side.
Cit'rine - your legs feel weak and the world seems to be slightly spinning but you fight through it managing to stay on your feet flashing a wide smile at Sariya as an occasional giggle escapes your lips.
Sariya - despite this you can see his skin begin to pale and he is clearly struggling.
Elizar, Aramilla, Estelle, Se'air - You all hear a roar in the distance, a bear? in this part of the woods?, followed by what can only be explained as crazed laughter.
DM - the Twilight of an Age | Vulgrim - Bard - Shackles of Silver | DM - the Call of Fate
As Elizar walks along, she faintly hears a crazy wild scream and then a few moments later....laughter? Even crazier wild laughter? Out here in the middle of nowhere- that usually was not a good sign and her impulses are all suddenly alive. She notices for a brief second that Sariya is not with them as she quickly runs into the trees towards the sound.
Perception- 16
Cosima
Despite his efforts Sariya could see Cit'rines skin begin to pale. She felt so guilty for stabbing him even though she blames him completly. She quickly looks around and finds a large leaf. Folding the leaf in half she holds it fist closed up against a small stone that hang from neck. the stone seems to faintly glow for a few seconds and then stops. Sariya open her hand out to Cit'rine inside the leaf now lay 10 small white berries. "Im sorry" she says quietly not able to look him in the eyes from all her guilt.
OOC- using goodberry to make healing berries.
Cit'rine raises an eyebrow at the strange girl who had stabbed him and is now offering him berries, he slowly takes one from her hand, sniffs it and throws it into his mouth...his eyes light up as the effects of the berries begin to work. He looks down at his wound from which the blood was starting to slow. He has a few more amazed and excited by what was happening..
Once the color begins to return to his face his grins like a madman at the wild girl before pulling out a small belt knife and stabbing himself in the same shoulder!!!- he lets out a roar, drops the knife to the ground then quickly eats the remaining berries..watching in amazement as his shoulder one again begins to heal..
"You are useful, we should be friends." he says to the girl, hands on his belt, eyes gleaming.
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
A roar, followed by Cit’rines unmistakable psychotic laughter, followed by silence, followed by a scream - Cit’rine again. Se’air watched as Elizar races off into the clutter of trees, towards the general direction of the noise. He turns to Aramila, who gives him a nod, and with that he follows after Elizar, quarterstaff in hand
se'air
Sariya smiles as she watches cit'rene eat her berries one by one, as the wound begins to disappear so does her guilt. Just as she begins to relaxe the crazy man stabs himself again and before she has a second to process what is going on the rest of her berries are gone and he has healed once. She struggled to understand him, surely not all that live outside the forest are this crazy she thought to herself.
She feels a rush of excitement take over as she hears the word friends. She throws the empty leaf over her shoulder and opens out her hand to him once more. A ball of purple flame with streaks of black apears in the centre of her palm. From excitement she thrust up her hand into cit'renes face to give him a closer look.
OOC -using produce flame
As Sariya is producing the flame in her hand you hear a sudden crash in the woods to your side before Elizar excitedly breaks through the brush followed a moment later by a much calmer Se'air. They both stop a moment taking in the scene before them.
Elizar & Se'air - Sariya and Cit'rine both stand facing each other, covered in what can only be blood. The blood was beginning to form a small puddle at their feet where two, still wet, daggers lay and despite being the more bloodied of the two, Cit'rine stood grinning defiantly as Sariya forced a purple flame into his face.
Elizar & Se'air this doesn't look good....
DM - the Twilight of an Age | Vulgrim - Bard - Shackles of Silver | DM - the Call of Fate
As Elizar follows the path of the sound, they continue and she picks up speed.
She reaches a clearing and faintly see's Sariya's crazy hair as she hears Citrine's even crazier howl and laugh. With a swift motion she releases her sword and dodges branches to reach them...... and skids to a halt.
Before her she quickly takes in Citrine, covered in blood and as Sariya pushes her purple flame into Citrines face, Elizar fumes in defiance of her friend. With a quick jump she places herself behind Citrine, sword now pressed firmly across his neck. 'So you like to play games' she whispers in his ear 'lets play', as her sword presses a little firmer.
Cosima
Se’air slows to a stop behind Elizar, stepping out beside her. He takes in the scene before him, quickly assesing the situation, were they both bleeding? (perception - 9 )
se'air
With the excitement of everything you try to make sense of the situation but Elizar quickly reacts forcing your attention back to what is happening.
DM - the Twilight of an Age | Vulgrim - Bard - Shackles of Silver | DM - the Call of Fate