Urben's SKT

Zack sighed a bit at Nadaars response, as it basically slapped a big 'no' on most if not all of the suggestions. I'm just tryin' to think long term man.... he closed his eyes and ended that thought before it got spoken. He was wanting to make the peace last for a better future. But legitimately chastised for his over-optimism. Regardless, Zack shook it off with a heavy sigh as Nadaar and Morak spoke more at length about the rooms, and for once, just as he was more or less about to make the same statement, Nadaar chimed in with his wing-manning level suggestion.

Ha.. Was just about to say something, since Nadia and I had some things we needed to talk about anyway. SO that works out. he says, seemingly not even the slightest bit flustered by the suggestion, eying Nadia to watch her own reaction, both to Nadaars statement, and his own before adding In any case, we'll take the farther room from the staircase so Nadaar doesn't have to walk so far, and I'll head up first. See you when you come up Nia. 

With that, he'd nod and make his way up, and, once up the stairs would shout softly down to Morak And thanks for letting us use the rooms.. you have no idea how .... Nevermind. he cut himself off as he realized what he was about to say and to whom he was saying it to. Thanks man.

When he got to the room, unless immediately followed, he began doffing his armor. Taking off his chain-shirt first, even should she enter in the middle, he wouldn't stop. And when it was finally off, baring his thin, toned abs, chest, and well defined arms, his hair getting somewhat messed up in the process, he would lay his armor in the corner of the room, by the bed as any proper soldier would do, preparing for an emergency situation... By habit, if nothing else...at which point, he exhales in the heaviest, sharpest sigh she may or may not hear. Oh man... The armor doesn't bother me but wearing it for that long it feels so good to get that off.... and let my body breathe a little... his form covered by a very light layer of sweat wherever the armor had previously covered. Leavign the pants-half on, as he didn't feel he had the time to slip out of them and into his common clothes without being walked in on with his pants, quite literally, down.

When she did enter the room he would eventually say, when she stopped reacting or responding to the situation; Well I say we got a few hours to talk or whatever. And I'm very interested in hearing this, since it seems my memories are all slowly comin' back to me.

As Zack heads up stairs and calls back down to Morak to thank him, Morak responds with an oblivious You're welcome. It's the least I can do fer ye all. Though by time he finishes saying that Zack is already in his room. ah..erm... well you two follow me and I'll show ye to yer rooms. Morak takes you both upstairs, showing Nadaar to his room, closest to the stairs and across from the broken room. Morak points to the next room explaining thats his room and if anyone needs him to simply knock. Finally he shows Nadia to her amd Zacks room. Biding you all goodnight he heads back downstairs to continue to clean up and bit before eventually retiring for the night. 

What mattered most to Nadia was that the children had someone to take care of them, and when Morak ultimately agrees to watch over them, she is able to breath a sigh of relief with a smile forming at her lips. Then the discussion continued with appointing a new leader, and dealing with the elves in the forest. Her face sours at the thought, at Agis in particular, and she hopes that some treaty could be worked out to help the people of Nightstone rebuild, all without the end of an axe.

Her lips part at the mention of there being only two rooms, but Nadaar beats her to the punch, the elf respecting his reasoning behind taking the solo room. Her eyes glance over to Zack who seemed to have no issue with the sharing of the room. They did have some matters to discuss anyways, it made it easier for sure... Her brows then furrow at the continuing thought. How many beds were in the room? Surely two seeing as this wasn't some sort of romantic comedy book where, "oh no there's only one bed, I guess we have to share!" ... Right?

Nadia will see the children out when the discussion has ended, bidding them both goodnight's prior to heading up the room herself, while also giving a goodnight and a thank you to Morak for his kindness. She knocks on the door prior to entering, more out of precaution as to not catch Zack with his pants down, but of course catching him with his armor off. It takes a lot of willpower for her to not stand there and admire his muscles, and instead she moves to leans her bow and quiver against the wall, near the bed, and begins to undo the straps of her leather armor.

She snorts a bit at his comment. "Eres más que bienvenido para que tu cuerpo respire a mi alrededor..." The words came out of her mouth with no real second thought, and she thanked multiple Gods that he had no clue what she just said. Maldita perra, deja de tener tanta sed, she chastises mentally. "Er, sorry about that, I meant to say; yeah, it is nice, but I can't imagine having to constantly wear chain like that. Leather is good enough for me!" She laughs, almost nervously, setting aside her leathers. She is left in a loose fitting blouse and trousers, sitting on the bed to work off her mud stained boots.

When he mentions starting, she gives him a nod, adverting her gaze from his. "So... I guess before we start... is there anything you remember? Not just about me, but I mean... from before? I-if you wanna... talk about it anyways."

Nadaar bids both Zack and Morak a like goodnight, before entering his room. Tired as he was, sleep escapes him for the first hour. A restlessness had begun to settle in both mind and spirit, as he sat on his bed, staring at Krul's blade across the way. Halfway into the hour, he tries to calm down by cleaning or performing what maintance he only vaguely remembered how to upon the various equipment he possessed; but, to little avail in the end.

If not Rillex, assuming Rillex joined him, he may have resorted to sneaking downstairs to find the wine. Or at least consider it, before inevitably giving up and taking to writing in his journal, describe the day's events, the people's he's met, and ending with the same line of many a journal entries.

'No luck today.'

Then at last, sleep claims him...

Going to just let RP play out until everyone is ready to move on with the next day. Also take this time to lvl up to lvl4

Zack was a bit curious as to whether Nadia was doing what he thought she was doing.. until the last clasp fell off he had been watching, sidelong as he made his way to one of the beds and sat down, when it was revealed she had some normal clothing on beneath it. Somewhat amused and somewhat disappointed. His hands wanderign over his own body to wipe the light 'dew' off as much as to rub and soothe sore muscles especially his one arm that had taken so many beatings by the worg, and then Xolkin...

Listening to her spout more of that language he didn't know and chuckling before saying Y'know, one of these days I'm gonna start assuming you're cursing me in some wood elf ritual! it was meant in jest but he hoped it wasn't taken wrong. And eh, Chain is lighter than plate, but hold even something light long enough and it'll eventually feel heavy. Wear it for a couple of days while ugly dogs, little green men, zhents, and so on are all trying to use their weapons to flirt with your body? Heh.. lets just say i'm a bit tired and sore. This bed will be a heaven-sent gift... he closes his eyes and sighs as he leans down to remove his own boots, which are just a series of belt-locks, makign them rather easy to remove, even though it does still take a minute or two. And once completed, he would collapse back onto the bed, using his fingers as a hammock between his head and the actual pillow, leaving his pants on, including the mail below them.

Ah... That's so much better. And leather's good enough for you? Kinky - I didn't think you would be into that... he said, leaving the tease in the air for a lingering moment. Smirking and laughing softly. Taking in another deep breath when he calmed down, Well.. As far as I can remember.. I know I used to patrol an area near one of the dorests near an elvaan capitol deep in the woods... I wanna say Cormyr? And the area in the plains and hills around it for reasons I can't fully remember. 

But like, I remember that mostly all we did was keep an eye out for raiders, or other attackers who were either on the way to, or in the process of attacking someone or something. And our job was to intervene. Somehow i think there was more to it, but... It's all kinda fuzzy. We prevented what we could, but more often than not we stumbled onto attacks as they were already in progress.. so usually we swept in and saved who we could. I think i was maybe.. 12? 15? when I joined, so I didn't do much of the fighting itself, as I would go in to help who I could get away, and fight when I had to. But now every time I try to recall their faces.... the ones I or we helped, I mean... I can see their outline but it's like.. blurred? like they're in a fog that surrounds only their bodies.

I remember helping an elf village near the edge of the forest once, and saving two girls, who were basically the only survivors, and both looked a year three younger than me.. but it's hard to tell when i can't recall their faces.

And then well.. there's what happened with my friend.. but I .. can't remember whether that happened before.. or after... he went silent for a moment, thinking... and after about thirty seconds... he shook the thought as fruitless. I guess it doesn't really matter. But I only recall helping any elves that one time, the rest I'm sure were human, or Dwarves. Mostly humans... Thats why when Agis said you looked like your 'sister' it made me recall that one time. But even still, I can't see your face or hers, at least, not in my memories. That and the fact you said you had been in an orphanage.. it started connecting some 'maybe' dots in my head.

Other than that its all just blurs and black spots in my memory. At this point, she would notice he was looking directly at her, with an aura of anticipation.

Nadia shakes her head with a laugh at his jesting. "I could definitely be casting a wood elf curse on you, but by the time you find out, chances are you'd already be dead." She sets her boots off to the side and finally sits down on her bed, letting out a deep breath. "Sleeping in a bed sure does beat sleeping in the dirt, that's for sure... Hopefully this won't be the last time." Just before she lays back down, she stretches her arms over her head, and when he teases her about the leather, she snorts in response. "You'd be surprised at what I'm into, hermoso~"

The elf laughs lightly and sets her head down on the pillow, her body already melting into the mattress. It may not have been the best material, but anything was better than the hard ground. She closes her eyes just as he begins to speak of his past, what he remembered anyways, and whatever smile she had on soon faded as she listened. When he finishes, her moves her hands to her stomach, eyes opening to turn her head and look to him as well. 

"Yeah, that was definitely us," Nadia answers, a bit solemnly. "Somewhere in Cormyr... edge of the forest... Yeah, we... we were the only survivors. Actually, my sister would have been the only one if you hadn't saved me, you know? You don't remember, but I was so sure I was going to die that day..." She chokes out a laugh, as if it were a fond memory, but she sucks her teeth when she feels her scar burn. Her hand presses against her side, trying to assuage the pain in someway. "Something was on top of me- a worg? Werewolf? Maybe a raider, I don't remember, I-I don't want to remember, it just makes it hurt the more I try. A-anyways, you killed it, whatever it was, but I got hurt real bad..." Her gaze returns to the ceiling, her eyes closing soon after. "I was passing out, I lost so much blood, a-and I remember being picked up, hearing my sister sobbing, asking if I was going to be okay, and I heard a voice-- your voice, I'm sure-- assuring her I was going to be fine... The last face I saw before I completely blanked out was yours."

"Even though I didn't want to believe it was you when I saw you again, honestly... I was just kidding myself. There's no way I could forget the face of someone who saved my life." When she opens her eyes again, they're on Zack, trying to gauge his reaction with the distance between them. 

Raised a brow at her retort about it potentially being a curse but was pretty sure she was kidding. Fair enough, and I don't seem to be in heaven yet. his eyes looking up temporarily as she waxed sentimentally about the bed issue about as much as he had Staring at the ceiling for a bit before looking back. Shifting a bit to get more comfortable. Yeah, somehow I get the feeling we won't get to too often so lets try to enjoy it while we can. Like a sneeze, her stretching causes him to do the same, releasing the tension in his body accompanied by a soft groan. Haha, I'm not sure if I should be excited or afraid with a response like that.

He listens as she replies to everything he said, as little as it admittedly was. It's gotta be the scar huh? Had that since I was young.  The only real defining feature I got, otherwise i'm just another decent looking guy~ Most of that fits with what I can remember, though when I tr to recall it even after hearing it from you, I still only see the outlines of faces. Can't even see the bad guys faces. I wonder what would happen if I could look in a mirror in my own memory? But huh... What are the odds?  What are the chances of this kinda meeting? And what are the chances you'd grow up to be as hot as you are huh? his tone shifting from the serious to the flirty-playful near the end. he looks over to her with a smirk then  as an idea pops into his head. Her eyes open and he is just seen giving her a thumbs-up. Perhaps it was fated then. You're only a little younger than me but to be fair, with elves, it's hard to tell sometimes! he says, giving her one last ribbing before dropping to a more serious but still light tone 

And we both still need a bath... he pauses a moment, thinking about whether he's being too blunt. Considering the topic, the tone, the recent losses, the sudden confessions and everything else.... but perhaps that's exactly what they both needed? all things considered he may as well push.... my offer still stands, the next time we find a proper place to do it. his eyes leave hers long enough to do a reflexive scan. down her blouse before he catches himself, but lets his eyes slowly wander back up. His smile gone, replaced was positive, but flat expression as he in turn gauged her own reaction.

Regardless of it,unless she seemed truly put off; he would shift up out of the bed, walking over to her mattress, and saying Mind if I join you? it's starting to get a bit cold~

Nadia emits a sound of acknowledgment when he mentions the scar, then listens to him continue on about his memory loss and being unable to make out any faces. She frowns at that part, but the last bit catches her completely off guard, a cough escaping past the back of her throat. I should have expected that, she thinks to herself, trying to laugh off her mini coughing spree she had. Maybe you should just have fun with it, yeah? After clearing her throat, she turns to her side to better look at him (her cheeks more pinker than usual) and rests her head on her arm as he mentions their age. "Turns out, I'm actually old enough to be your grandma~ So if I'm younger than you... Hm, I never heard a human living past those years, and looking so good... Mm, maybe it's the magic?" Her tone matches his in the sense of being playful and light, glad that the heavy conversation was over for the most part.

Her eyes were on him when the talk of the bath is brought up again, and she just misses his gaze diverting to her now very obvious cleavage as she chuckles lightly. Their eyes meet again, and there are smiles behind her eyes as she speaks. "I'll hold you to it then, Zack~" 

Her brows furrow when she watches him shift and get up from his bed, and one raises in question when he approaches her and asks to join. She considers it as her eyes scan his torso shamelessly. "What, your rippling muscles not keeping you warm enough?" Cause they're keeping me warm, that's for damn sure. "If I say yes, will you tell me about how you got that scar on your cheek?" The elf doesn't really wait for an answer as she is soon shifting herself on the bed to make just enough room for him. "If you can't remember, you're scrubbing my back real good when that bath comes around!"

At first, Zack didn't quite catch on to the whole grandma/magic thing, giving her a quizzical look, as she continued. Figuring out what she meant just as she promises to hold him to it. Causing him to let out one of those laughs that cause your body to flick slightly. As he approached, and she shifted in response to his question, he took one last look at his pants, which had luckily been tucked inside the boots themselves just to make sure there wasn't anything worse than a little dust. His eyes looking over to the door to make sure it was at-least closed, before looking back down, the bed likely not even coming up to his hip, or if it did, just barely. 

Haha, I'm afraid muscles aren't good at keeping a man warm. But they are good at keeping others warm. he teased back. Despite all his bravado, there was a faint shade on his face, which unluckily for him, as white as he was was visible, while her own flush was at-least somewhat hidden by her skin color. Despite it, he didn't hesitate, though he did clear his throat, once. When her shifting finally ceased, he noticed how much room she allowed him, just enough to barely be on the bed, and he chose to play into it. He had moved on before even answering. Of course I'll tell you. Sadly it seems I can't remember.... So.. guess I'll just have to give you an extra thorough washing.... he says, his arm mimicking her own as he rests his head, slightly higher due to his size but otherwise the same way she did.

As he shuffled onto the bed, taking up the minimal space he was given, he would stay there, for now. Letting any anticipation build up. Was actually training with one of the commanders when I first started. Real harsh instructor. Didn't take it easy no matter how green you were. Uses the longest thinnest blade you'll probably ever see, and back then, well, I didn't have that sword.... he says, looking over his shoulder eyeing it for just a moment. heh, now that I think about it I didn't really need to put it that close... but Old habits... Anyway. Was training with a longsword, but his was atleast two.. maybe three times the size of mine, and after disarming me, cut this one across.... he said, tracing his gloveless fingers across the vetical one. 

The second one I got during a mission. I think it might have been the one with you. The raiders... and i know they were human since .. i may not be able to see their faces but.. you know.. size.. I had gotten nicked a couple times, but the only one that scarred was that one. Seems you didn't get away unscathed either.. he says, as he pulls the blanket over them both, just a bit more before softly pressing his hand to her side where she had touched it before. His eyes looking down intently, not trying to look at anything specific but likely seeing quite a bit. It was at this point, he finally shuffled in, pressing closer as his hand slid down her back to the small of it before his eyes shot back up. At this point, there were only a few natural gaps between them.

He worried a bit, mentally, if this was all-right. They had went from heavy memories to this in a relatively short time, probably less than thirty minutes... he wondered if he was pushing too fast, or too much.. but every signal she gave.. unless he was reading them wrong said 'do it.' His lips parted as he looked down on her, not having realized that in that moment of thought, he had pressed more into her. One leg pressing to her legs as the other held his balance. And.. he was now, ever so slightly leaning over her. His breathing slowed, as did the time around him. He was there for what felt like an hour, but was in reality less than a minute before... unless stopped or pushed away,

his face would get progressively closer... Until finally, his nose just barely caressing against her own. A brief smirk flitting as he remembered what he had said to the Zhents, before it melted away, and this whole situation, his lips pressing to her own, softly at first. his eyes opening.. gauging the reaction and if not stopped, would press more into it. Perhaps it WAS a bit rushed.. but, something about it felt right.

A smile had been dancing across her lips as he climbs into the bed with her, having noticed the coloring of his cheeks as he loomed over her while she was moving. It was cute, truthfully, and it made her wonder if he had anticipated getting this far at all. She indulged him in his advances, responding well to his flirting and teasing, even doing a little bit of flirting herself, having fun with it. It made the situations they found themselves in lighter and easier to think about, as just focusing on the heavy would simply be suffocating and stressful. Plus, it was easier with Zack. He was quite handsome, had a solid personality, relatively loyal...

The closeness didn't seem to bother Nadia, far too caught up in her own thoughts and listening to him speak about his scarred cheek for it to really sink in. After he traced the scar with his fingers, she did the same, tentatively, to see if he'd allow her to do so. If so, she would trace the scar gently with her thumb, her smile faltering slightly when he mentions that the second part was most likely from the raid on her home. Before she could really think too much into it, she feels his hand at her scarred side, her breath hitching at his touch, but soon relaxing when his hand moved to the small of her back.

It was when she looked back up to meet his gaze that it finally dawned on her how close they were, how intimate it was, but she didn't want to pull away, her eyes, even diverting for just a second, on his lips... It felt safe in his arms. It felt right. So when he leaned in to kiss her, she didn't stop him.

The kiss itself was chaste, almost hesitant, as if he wanted to know if this was okay. She understood why he would feel as such, but she hoped that with her leaning into it herself, that worry would be washed away. It lasted a few seconds, and when they pulled away from one another, her eyes fluttering back open to meet his gaze again, she bites the bottom of her lip to stop herself from leaning in for another kiss. The hand that once rested at his cheek was on his bare chest now, and stays there as reality sets in.

He kissed me... It felt dumb telling herself the obvious, but she felt liked she needed to repeat it to herself for it to fully process. Then she releases a breath she didn't know that she was holding. I kissed him back... Her cheeks were burning when it finally comes to her, the heat nearly unbearable, but regardless... she smiles. The gnawing at her lip ceases and she manages to softly smile up at him. She was sure in the morning they would talk about it, maybe, but for right now, she wanted this moment to last and she only hoped that he would too.

His mind had been racing with worry that he was pushing too hard, too fast. He had no issue with confidence but he still had enough decency to be conscientious. It all disappeared when he felt no resistance. She felt light to the touch, whether by her size or his strength.. She was smooth, except the scar, which.. he didn't mind. He had allowed her to trace along his own, assuming she just wanted to explore, and her touch felt nice.. soft... smooth.. and warm.

her lips were soft, pleasant, and full. The kiss lasting for those brief fleeting moments. In that time, his hand had explored up her back, unintentionally shifting her blouse up  as he pulled her closer during that time where she pressed her hand against his chest as the kiss itself ended. Her chest pressed against his own, with her hand pinned - lightly - between the two. He wanted to continue, to kiss her more but he resisted. It was clear enough he was resisting it too, as he allowed himself to melt deeper into the bed. His eyes casting one last glance from her beautiful face, down her slender neck, and beyond.. before closing his eyes to 'reset.' His head now resting on the pillow  as he pulled the blankets over them both, Resting his forehead on her own.

Every time he tried to speak, the words didn't come. He didn't feel anything he said would come out right, for one reason or another so he just stayed quiet for now.  Keeping them both close as the exhaustion finally set in, as they shared eachothers warmth. He did let out a soft, pleasant half-grunt-half-sigh, that would be inaudible if not for them being this close. He kept studying her face  as each blink lasted longer. Until finally.. darkness. Warm, pleasant darkness.

And as the two fall asleep in eachother warmth, the people of Nightstone slowly do the same as one by one people turn in for the night. While tomorrow's events are uncertain, you take comfort in knowing that the here and now is all that matters in this moment. Zack falls into a warm, dark embrace as sleep takes him. Dark and warm, dark and warm, dark and hot, hotter, too hot. It shouldn't be this hot, not this time of year, yet it's getting hotter. Zack, you feel like you're sweating, why is it so hot? And getting worse. Now it burns, you think Shit fire! and jolt awake. 

You're in the barn again, the Inferno rages around it. You don't remember the flames being this bad, when did the fire spread and so quickly? You can't even see Nadaar or the Red but you hear fighting coming from somewhere. Next to you is a nearly beaten Xolkin. He looks ready to give up the fight, but staring at the corpse of Kella in the stable, he steels himself. He looks back you and gives you a bloody smile. You fight well kid. Don't think I'm getting out of this one. But I'm not going alone. He lunges towards the stable where you know Nadia to be hiding. You reach out to stop him but your blade seems to go right through him like a ghost. He stabs Nadia in the chest with one sword and raises his other for a killing blow. You rush forward to stop it. Lifting you sword high you come down in an arch designed to  cut the half elf in half. You strike his flesh he bursts into a cloud of smoke. You find you are alone in the burning stables, everything is silent.

The walls fade and disappear, you're now in complete darkness. You tighten your grip on your blade to find it looks different. You now have a standard longsword. You're a little younger and dressed in your old uniform again. Walls of stone build up around you and three shadowy figures appear before you. Slowly the shadows take the form of men, soldiers in your regiment. There he is! Kill the traitor! They rush forth, blades aimed to kill.  A voice from seemingly no where speaks to you saying Remember what I showed you, now fight! Immediately the first attack comes in aimed right at your chest. You deflect the blow and dodge to the side, allowing the soldiers momentum to push him forward and away from you. In the same movement you spin around this soldier and slash the other in the neck causing his to burst into a cloud of oily smoke. The remaining two soldiers press the attack. For a while you can only defend, blocking blow after blow after blow. Finally one of them seems to slow down out of exhaustion, providing a brief opening. You take advantage of this, and during the gap between attacks you kick one guard in the stomach sending him reeling backwards then deflect the others blade following up by shoving your own sword into his heart. The body stiffens briefly before fading into smoke. You approach the other guard who is down on one knee trying to catch his breath after having the wind knocked out of him. He would be an easy kill, but you know he doesn't know the truth, if he did he couldn't be your enemy. Then again maybe he does know, who knows how far this secret goes. Before you have time to settle on killing or sparing a former brother of arms, the city bells start ringing. They'll be closing the gates. No one in. No one out. You realize you're trapped. But you were ordered to find a way out for the both of you. So you have to try. You quickly hit the soldier with the flat of your blade knocking him out and run off deeper into the city.

The city fades, and you stop. Once again you're surrounded by blackness. You're you once again, you're sword is normal. You hear a girls screams from behind  you as well as the laughter of a man. You turn to find a young elven girl being pinned on the ground. A shadowy figure above her fighting to get her still and laughing all the while. The girl is bleeding, badly, another elven girl of similar age is trying to fight off the man and rescue her sister but she is easily pushed to the side. You storm over and tear the beast off the girl amd throw it to the ground. It tries it's best to crawl away, groveling the entire time. Its grovels and pleas are cut short at the end of your blade. Behind you you hear the girls crying. You go over, intent on bringing them somewhere safe. You reach down to pick up the injured elven girl when she fades into smoke. The other girl remains, crying the entire time amd hardly noticing you. You reach down to help her up and her heard quickly turns to regard you with an evil smile and a dagger in hand. She lunges at you, stabbing you in the gut multiple times. Suddenly several shadowy figures are now in the fight and surround you on all sides each stabbing or hitting you in turn. You try to fight them off but you can't. Your arms start to glow that blue light once again but this time you're back starts to glow.just between the shoulder blades. In a sudden bust of energy several blue spectral blades sweep out around you causing each of your enemies to burst into smoke upon impact. With the enemies gone, you're focus is brought back to a figure lying in the darkness. It's the injured elven girl, only she's not injured any longer, the bloody wound now replaced by a scar. And she is certainly not a girl, but rather the fully grown Nadia. You walk over and lay next to her, gently placing a hand on her scar. You lay there in a dark, cold abyss for what seems like forever, the only warmth coming from your bodies. For a moment, it seems, you can relax. You close your eyes. 

Nadia: You wake up first as a new day has dawned. When you open your eyes the first thing you likely notice is Zack next to you, seemingly in a sound sleep. However you can't help but notice his arms are glowing once more, and this time it seems to have spread to his back.

Outside it's a new day. Outside is a gloomy, foggy day that obscures visibility quite significantly. The air is cold, hovering just above freezing but made worse by a light wind. From below you can smell what definitely smells like bacon being cooked over a fire. 

It had been the first time in a long time that when Nadia exited trance, she felt warm and secure. She blinked a couple of times for her vision to focus on the source of security, Zack, who was sleeping away (seemingly) soundly. The memory of last night still fresh in her mind, causing her to crack a little bit of a smile at him, the hand that was rested between them wiggling just a bit for her to cup his cheek again and admire his sleeping facial features.

When she moves though, she fully notices the glowing markings, same as before, but spreading to his back. Her brows knit together  as she studies them, using their closeness to her advantage to find out what exactly they were of...

(I'm not sure exactly what I would roll, but she wants to make out a pattern, if they signify anything (a god maybe?), what kind of magic, etc.)
Arcana: 14
Investigation: 5
History: 4

Nadia examines the markings trying to discern their nature. By a purely visual examination it's difficult to tell what school magic they might be however you are able to tell that this is different to magic that you cast. It's much more similar to how one might enchant a sword or piece of armor, yet not quite like that either. In fact you think it's more similar to how a scroll works. The blue markings being the ink, imbued with magic, and Zacks body the parchment. However unlike scrolls it seems the magic isnt permanently used up and, thankfully, the parchment isnt destroyed in the process. You notice that the lines on his body seem to all connect to the same spot. On the back they all connect to a single point between the shoulder blades. On his arm they connect to a point on his bicep. It's quite  unlike anything you've ever seen or heard of. You're fairly certain you've never met a human scroll before nor have you heard of anything similar. 

(If there is any pattern or design to the lines I'll leave it up to Rai to decide that. Otherwise the lines go off in seemingly random directions)

Nadaar was never an early riser by choice. And yet, before the sun had fully peeked its head over the horizon(not that any could see), he found himself standing outside bereft of all wordly possessions. All but his lower garments, krul's claymore in one hand, and a dagger alongside a kitchen knife strapped to his side. The cold air and breezes appear to bother him little as he stood staring into empty space. Dragonborns burned too hotly for most colder climes to ever be a bother, at least for a time.

After several minutes of silently staring, the Dragonborn finally makes a move, almost appearing to glide from one foot to the next in an rigid series of sword combat formations with Krul's Blade. Even in spite of having not done them in what felt like years, not a step was out of place, or a swing too high, too low, or too forceful as to risk becoming off balance. Over time he lost himself in between moments, and began to remember the very last time there had been a reason for such drills. Back when perfection had been demanded, and he -- founding wanting in every step of the way.

The older, golden dragonborn male needed hardly say a word. His glares always spoke volumes, and the punishments...  But this was the way. So long he persisted, success was inevitable. What did it matter that the weapons always felt to heavy for his young body? What did it matter that he would have no place on the battlefield anyways? And what did it matter... when the ones Nadaar longed to have earned their notice beyond just the bare minimum would never show it? Not really. He was but a tool.

In one sweep of the blade, other mental images turned into an almost physical echo of the past in his vision.  One of a black scaled teen and golden dragonborn crossing blades in a mock battle. No quarter was given, and when the child fell, he was to get up immediately. After the third time, the child had enough. He dared to roar into the face of his mentor -- dared to demand what was the point when he had already been replaced anyhow! 'Weak. Ambitiously. Coward. Traitor' Nadaar rattled off in mind as the echoes disappeared, leaving him free to see his surroundings once more. 'Could've pretended... Could've pressed...  Why give up everything to be yourself? For her?'

As the the last thought crosses his mind, another phantom began to appear before him. This one of a more slighter and feminine variety, covered in largely opalescent golden scales with just the right amount of black ones framing her eyes to be recognized by the right kin.  'Another traitor too in the end' He thought angrily for just a second. Yet, rather than bring the blade down on the image, Nadaar bites back a growl and slams the blade business end down into the dirt (20). He then stands there staring at the blade for a good while, before sighing and whipping out the dagger and kitchen knife out next.

"... The choice's been made. You are Dragonborn. Do not. Forget." He stated flatly as he took to practicing with the knives in hand. This time around, his movements are not only far more smoother, but an almost intricate dance. And with every step, the anger fades away and is replaced only by peace.

 As Nadia made her way up to examine what she had seen, and her shifting inevitably led to touching, examining the markings. She would eventually lean in closer to inspect, and at that moment, he would shoot awake, eyes flaring open wide, where before they had been mostly at peace. Every muscle tensed as he stared at where Nadia should have been, but it all fades, between the shock from the dream, and his awakening. But he relaxed quickly, almost melting to slush in it's slack as he realized what had happened. Another dream... he says with a mental sigh, but glad that's all it was. It hadn't taken him too long to realize it was Nadia climbing all over him. Heh, I mean, that's not exactly the kind of 'on top of me' I was hoping for when I woke up But what are ya up to? Trying to see if by ass is flat? he said at-least one of the two in jest.

As she looked, she would notice that the lines were simplistic.. like a circuit heading from the source to it's focal point. Each focal point seeming to be a differently colored Sphere in various locations. She would remember the two, one in each arm.  Though for now, those were inert, and invisible. The one between his shoulder blades was an inky-black, the central link, and larger than the rest. All of them seemed to sit in his body, invisible unless in use. Luckily his dream hadn't manifested into reality.

Looking up at her then he'd say Had another weird dream. But luckily, no other effects as far as I know... What say we go down and get some breakfast? Don't rush to get your clothes back on though~ he would wait until she started to move, before performing a close quarters grapple, gently of course, to trip her where she would fall on her back, but instead, he rolls off the bed to catch her, where she wouldn't impact - pinning her to the floor for just a moment, staring at her with a genuine, and playful smile before rolling off her, to where his bed would have been, to start putting his own armor on as he would -unless she did something else-

... unashamedly admire her doing the same. His eyes wandering her form, tracing her figure, most particularly the chest and hips.

He intentionally took his time doing every part of his own donning. Giving her as much of a show as he could in return, while trying to make it all seem like he wasn't doing a thing.

The tracings of the markings on his body maaay have gone a bit out of hand, but to say her interest wasn't piqued would be a definite lie. It's as if his body was a scroll... and these markings are the spells... Obviously, its source is something he wasn't aware of, as he admitted back in the caves that he never used magic before in his life. Was this a God's doing? ... A fiend? She bites the bottom of her lip in thought, worried of the source and what could happen in the future to Zack. I'll just have to keep an eye on it for now, I suppose. It doesn't seem to be hurting him anyways...

Yet before she could think too much on it, his eyes shot open and she jumps back in surprise. The worry melts away temporarily as she laughs off the shock and plays into his comment. "You caught me! It's more toned than mine, unfortunately, but I'll make up for the 'butt plumpness' for the both of us, yeah?"

She smiles down at him after her jests, but it falters slightly when he speaks of his 'weird' dreams. Her lips part to speak while she begins to move off him. "Wanna ta-- Aah!" A yelp escapes her during the grapple move, it all happening all too quickly for her brain to process. Now, she was on the floor, he was on top of her, that playful smile of his dancing on the corners of his lips... In response, she boops him on the nose with her index finger. "Ah, ah, ah, play time later, cariño," She quips. "I'm not on the breakfast menu yet." 

When he gets off from on top of her, she gets up from off the ground and dusts off her clothes, making a mental note that she definitely needed to wash or replace them some time in the future, along with her old beaten up leathers. Maybe after a few more jobs I'll treat myself... She'd assure herself as she works on the straps of her armor. Caught up in her own mind, she didn't really notice his eyes on her, so much so that she mindlessly adjusted her chest after putting on her torso piece to make sure the ladies were safe a secure. She wasn't busty by any means, if anything the adjustments giving them some more support and height, but she still had a lil somethin' somethin'.

It wasn't until she bent down to pick up her boots that she noticed him (through the gap between her legs) taking his time getting ready. Her brows raised in interest, the elf slowly making her way over to sit on the bed to properly tie her boots, all the while watching Zack. No shame at all. She was pretty sure he was doing this on purpose anyways. Guy could probably put on his armor in his sleep, but here he is, taking it slow for my thirsty ass... **** it. She puts her elbow on her lap, rests her chin in her hand and is keen on watching him until he was done. If he addresses her, she waves her free hand dismissively and says, "Please, don't mind me, I'm just enjoying the show. Unless you need some help, mister soldier, I would like it very much if you continued."

Zack had heard her response about later, him, having not intended to do more than a quick bit of morning flirting to get the adrenaline pumping, but her wording, except the very last word of course -not knowing what the hell it meant- made curious implications. I wonder what she meant by later? he wasn't so naive as to not know what she meant in the blunt sense, but... what or rather when was later?  he let the thought go for now, as later would eventually come and he wasn't necessarily in a rush either, but it was still fun to tease. 

When she bent over, he finally had a chance to get a good, solid view of this 'plumpness' she spoke of that wasn't passing in nature. Other thoughts crossing his mind, for once, forcing him to close his eyes to keep his mind from wandering too much. Seeing that she was done, he was about to say something before sh hand-waived it, saying what she did. He had been about halfway through the process at this point. Shifting his arms into their holes Well, don't stare too hard. I might get the wrong idea~ it took him another 7 minutes to get everything fully set and settled, links linked, locks locked, straps strapped, and so on. But once on, it fit snugly, and comfortable. 

Reluctantly, he would say to the staring Nadia... Allright, Playtimes over sexy~ Time to get back to business, and I am getting pretty damn hungry -  in more ways than one....And whatever Morak's cooking smells delicious. shifting to get himself up, putting his sword in it's holster, picking up the rest of his gear before turning, offering a hand to Nadia to help her get up - not that she needed it -  and, however she did, he would wait for her to be ready before finally starting to head down, and see 'what was up' below. Keeping an eye out for Nadaar.

When the two head downstairs they find that a table has been set up with 3 place settings. While it is nothing fancy, it's usually an odd to see a table set for guests in an bar as opposed to a bare table. From the kitchen the smell of cooked bacon and various other food stuffs can be smelt. Morak himself can be seen tending to the cooking fire and to the food itself. When he catches a glimpse of Nadia and Zack he leaves the kitchen to greet them. Good morning good morning! Hope ye two are hungry. Breakfast is just about ready. Yer friend is outside, training I think, feel free to take a seat or go outside for some fresh air. I'll getcha once food is on the table. Morak then heads back into the kitchen, door wide open. 

The inn itself is freezing this morning, with only minimal relief from the kitchen fires. Morak has left the door open to let the heat from the kitchen spread into the dining area, but between the hole in the kitchen wall and the hole in the dining room roof, it's almost impossible to insulate any of the heat as it quickly escapes. Also due to the building being exposed to the elements, the morning fog has also spread to the kitchen and dining room, leaving the furniture cold and damp.