"Genesis. Please just kill him." Theren pleads, coughing up more black blood.
"Tch. Looking for handholds." (16)
Genesis sighs and picks up the skull "I do believe i have a vault i can store this one in. I can pinch him from your soul Elf-Man but i cannot tell you that he will not be bac for you." He says and chuckles "Through i would like to see him try and fight his way out of Argus."
Jack is right besides him and grins "Your slowing dooooown" (7)
"Why does everyone call me elf-man...its insulting.." he says with a whimper of pain.
"So are you." (22)
"Ah. Forgive me..." he says and bows. He stares at the skull and chuckles "Come now little one, time to lock you in a pillar of ice for your crimes". He gently places a finger on Theren's forehead and smiles "You shall be broken from this scoundrel in a few days. Till then... Lore, i expect you to heal him over and over. Stamina, my child, remember that". IN a flash of light, both Genesis and The Silent One are gone.
"Ugh..." Jack says and climbs to the top, Phoenix getting there first however. "Gosh darn it."
"Genesis. Please just kill him." Theren pleads, coughing up more black blood.
"Tch. Looking for handholds." (16)
Genesis sighs and picks up the skull "I do believe i have a vault i can store this one in. I can pinch him from your soul Elf-Man but i cannot tell you that he will not be bac for you." He says and chuckles "Through i would like to see him try and fight his way out of Argus."
Jack is right besides him and grins "Your slowing dooooown" (7)
"Why does everyone call me elf-man...its insulting.." he says with a whimper of pain.
"So are you." (22)
"Ah. Forgive me..." he says and bows. He stares at the skull and chuckles "Come now little one, time to lock you in a pillar of ice for your crimes". He gently places a finger on Theren's forehead and smiles "You shall be broken from this scoundrel in a few days. Till then... Lore, i expect you to heal him over and over. Stamina, my child, remember that". IN a flash of light, both Genesis and The Silent One are gone.
"Ugh..." Jack says and climbs to the top, Phoenix getting there first however. "Gosh darn it."
"Thanks...." The skull then shrieks. "HANDS OFF CELESTIAL!" Once they are gone Theren weakly wipes his face clean of the blood.
Phoenix has barley broken a sweat. "Slowpoke." he teases.
"Genesis. Please just kill him." Theren pleads, coughing up more black blood.
"Tch. Looking for handholds." (16)
Genesis sighs and picks up the skull "I do believe i have a vault i can store this one in. I can pinch him from your soul Elf-Man but i cannot tell you that he will not be bac for you." He says and chuckles "Through i would like to see him try and fight his way out of Argus."
Jack is right besides him and grins "Your slowing dooooown" (7)
"Why does everyone call me elf-man...its insulting.." he says with a whimper of pain.
"So are you." (22)
"Ah. Forgive me..." he says and bows. He stares at the skull and chuckles "Come now little one, time to lock you in a pillar of ice for your crimes". He gently places a finger on Theren's forehead and smiles "You shall be broken from this scoundrel in a few days. Till then... Lore, i expect you to heal him over and over. Stamina, my child, remember that". IN a flash of light, both Genesis and The Silent One are gone.
"Ugh..." Jack says and climbs to the top, Phoenix getting there first however. "Gosh darn it."
"Thanks...." The skull then shrieks. "HANDS OFF CELESTIAL!" Once they are gone Theren weakly wipes his face clean of the blood.
Phoenix has barley broken a sweat. "Slowpoke." he teases.
Lore walks over to him and smiles, gentlu petting his hair.
"Genesis. Please just kill him." Theren pleads, coughing up more black blood.
"Tch. Looking for handholds." (16)
Genesis sighs and picks up the skull "I do believe i have a vault i can store this one in. I can pinch him from your soul Elf-Man but i cannot tell you that he will not be bac for you." He says and chuckles "Through i would like to see him try and fight his way out of Argus."
Jack is right besides him and grins "Your slowing dooooown" (7)
"Why does everyone call me elf-man...its insulting.." he says with a whimper of pain.
"So are you." (22)
"Ah. Forgive me..." he says and bows. He stares at the skull and chuckles "Come now little one, time to lock you in a pillar of ice for your crimes". He gently places a finger on Theren's forehead and smiles "You shall be broken from this scoundrel in a few days. Till then... Lore, i expect you to heal him over and over. Stamina, my child, remember that". IN a flash of light, both Genesis and The Silent One are gone.
"Ugh..." Jack says and climbs to the top, Phoenix getting there first however. "Gosh darn it."
"Thanks...." The skull then shrieks. "HANDS OFF CELESTIAL!" Once they are gone Theren weakly wipes his face clean of the blood.
Phoenix has barley broken a sweat. "Slowpoke." he teases.
Lore walks over to him and smiles, gentlu petting his hair.
The foliage of the treeline rustled for a bit, before a figures burst forth, racing towards the inn. They seem to be a half-orc, blood dripping from several gashes. Periodically, they look over their shoulders. For good reason it would seem, as not a few moments later, a large hound bursts out of the trees, chasing after the fleeing orc. It leaps at the orc, who manages to side step its attack, only to be hit with a bolt of strange energy, the bolt forming into a ghostly hand latched onto the orc. Out of the woods, a hooded figure steps, a curved blade in one hand as they approach, the orc being brought to the ground by the hound. The orc looks up at the figure, almost like it is about to pleed, before the figure cuts them off, "Garlen, avatar of Seth." He starts, pulling out a wanted poster, "For your crimes against the people, you're wanted dead for fifty three counts of murder. What say you"
Arakyos, who was talking to a man clad in black robes looks over. He smiles and walks up to them "Sirs! Please... This is a area of people. What i pay you to leave this poor man alone hm and you can go inside and get something to drink?" He holds up a bag and grins "I think three black sapphires and 1,000 platinum sounds good, no?"
"He is wanted for slaying my people. The material reward does not matter." The hooded figure says harshley
"Genesis. Please just kill him." Theren pleads, coughing up more black blood.
"Tch. Looking for handholds." (16)
Genesis sighs and picks up the skull "I do believe i have a vault i can store this one in. I can pinch him from your soul Elf-Man but i cannot tell you that he will not be bac for you." He says and chuckles "Through i would like to see him try and fight his way out of Argus."
Jack is right besides him and grins "Your slowing dooooown" (7)
"Why does everyone call me elf-man...its insulting.." he says with a whimper of pain.
"So are you." (22)
"Ah. Forgive me..." he says and bows. He stares at the skull and chuckles "Come now little one, time to lock you in a pillar of ice for your crimes". He gently places a finger on Theren's forehead and smiles "You shall be broken from this scoundrel in a few days. Till then... Lore, i expect you to heal him over and over. Stamina, my child, remember that". IN a flash of light, both Genesis and The Silent One are gone.
"Ugh..." Jack says and climbs to the top, Phoenix getting there first however. "Gosh darn it."
"Thanks...." The skull then shrieks. "HANDS OFF CELESTIAL!" Once they are gone Theren weakly wipes his face clean of the blood.
Phoenix has barley broken a sweat. "Slowpoke." he teases.
Lore walks over to him and smiles, gentlu petting his hair.
"How dare you." He says with a chuckle.
Theren flinches a little.
Phoenix smiles. "Shall we continue?"
She pulls back "You ok?"
"Hm. Sure. But be warned fair one, you best me again in a trial, i may push you off this very precipice." he teases and grins.
The foliage of the treeline rustled for a bit, before a figures burst forth, racing towards the inn. They seem to be a half-orc, blood dripping from several gashes. Periodically, they look over their shoulders. For good reason it would seem, as not a few moments later, a large hound bursts out of the trees, chasing after the fleeing orc. It leaps at the orc, who manages to side step its attack, only to be hit with a bolt of strange energy, the bolt forming into a ghostly hand latched onto the orc. Out of the woods, a hooded figure steps, a curved blade in one hand as they approach, the orc being brought to the ground by the hound. The orc looks up at the figure, almost like it is about to pleed, before the figure cuts them off, "Garlen, avatar of Seth." He starts, pulling out a wanted poster, "For your crimes against the people, you're wanted dead for fifty three counts of murder. What say you"
Arakyos, who was talking to a man clad in black robes looks over. He smiles and walks up to them "Sirs! Please... This is a area of people. What i pay you to leave this poor man alone hm and you can go inside and get something to drink?" He holds up a bag and grins "I think three black sapphires and 1,000 platinum sounds good, no?"
"He is wanted for slaying my people. The material reward does not matter." The hooded figure says harshley
"Money may not matter but we, like i said, are in a place where people can see. I suggest you take the money and go someplace else before things get horribly messy." He says and grins.
The foliage of the treeline rustled for a bit, before a figures burst forth, racing towards the inn. They seem to be a half-orc, blood dripping from several gashes. Periodically, they look over their shoulders. For good reason it would seem, as not a few moments later, a large hound bursts out of the trees, chasing after the fleeing orc. It leaps at the orc, who manages to side step its attack, only to be hit with a bolt of strange energy, the bolt forming into a ghostly hand latched onto the orc. Out of the woods, a hooded figure steps, a curved blade in one hand as they approach, the orc being brought to the ground by the hound. The orc looks up at the figure, almost like it is about to pleed, before the figure cuts them off, "Garlen, avatar of Seth." He starts, pulling out a wanted poster, "For your crimes against the people, you're wanted dead for fifty three counts of murder. What say you"
Arakyos, who was talking to a man clad in black robes looks over. He smiles and walks up to them "Sirs! Please... This is a area of people. What i pay you to leave this poor man alone hm and you can go inside and get something to drink?" He holds up a bag and grins "I think three black sapphires and 1,000 platinum sounds good, no?"
"He is wanted for slaying my people. The material reward does not matter." The hooded figure says harshley
"Money may not matter but we, like i said, are in a place where people can see. I suggest you take the money and go someplace else before things get horribly messy." He says and grins.
The figure stands there for a few moments, blade at the orc neck. It then simply and swiftly slashes the orc's throat, "Messy, but no chance of his friends rescuing him." They say, shoving the body into a bag of holding as they talk
The foliage of the treeline rustled for a bit, before a figures burst forth, racing towards the inn. They seem to be a half-orc, blood dripping from several gashes. Periodically, they look over their shoulders. For good reason it would seem, as not a few moments later, a large hound bursts out of the trees, chasing after the fleeing orc. It leaps at the orc, who manages to side step its attack, only to be hit with a bolt of strange energy, the bolt forming into a ghostly hand latched onto the orc. Out of the woods, a hooded figure steps, a curved blade in one hand as they approach, the orc being brought to the ground by the hound. The orc looks up at the figure, almost like it is about to pleed, before the figure cuts them off, "Garlen, avatar of Seth." He starts, pulling out a wanted poster, "For your crimes against the people, you're wanted dead for fifty three counts of murder. What say you"
Arakyos, who was talking to a man clad in black robes looks over. He smiles and walks up to them "Sirs! Please... This is a area of people. What i pay you to leave this poor man alone hm and you can go inside and get something to drink?" He holds up a bag and grins "I think three black sapphires and 1,000 platinum sounds good, no?"
"He is wanted for slaying my people. The material reward does not matter." The hooded figure says harshley
"Money may not matter but we, like i said, are in a place where people can see. I suggest you take the money and go someplace else before things get horribly messy." He says and grins.
The figure stands there for a few moments, blade at the orc neck. It then simply and swiftly slashes the orc's throat, "Messy, but no chance of his friends rescuing him." They say, shoving the body into a bag of holding as they talk
"Hm." the man pockets the bag and jewels and coins and sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Still. There is blood and blood can be traced." He folds his arms and watches the man with his one good, crimson red eye.
The foliage of the treeline rustled for a bit, before a figures burst forth, racing towards the inn. They seem to be a half-orc, blood dripping from several gashes. Periodically, they look over their shoulders. For good reason it would seem, as not a few moments later, a large hound bursts out of the trees, chasing after the fleeing orc. It leaps at the orc, who manages to side step its attack, only to be hit with a bolt of strange energy, the bolt forming into a ghostly hand latched onto the orc. Out of the woods, a hooded figure steps, a curved blade in one hand as they approach, the orc being brought to the ground by the hound. The orc looks up at the figure, almost like it is about to pleed, before the figure cuts them off, "Garlen, avatar of Seth." He starts, pulling out a wanted poster, "For your crimes against the people, you're wanted dead for fifty three counts of murder. What say you"
Arakyos, who was talking to a man clad in black robes looks over. He smiles and walks up to them "Sirs! Please... This is a area of people. What i pay you to leave this poor man alone hm and you can go inside and get something to drink?" He holds up a bag and grins "I think three black sapphires and 1,000 platinum sounds good, no?"
"He is wanted for slaying my people. The material reward does not matter." The hooded figure says harshley
"Money may not matter but we, like i said, are in a place where people can see. I suggest you take the money and go someplace else before things get horribly messy." He says and grins.
The figure stands there for a few moments, blade at the orc neck. It then simply and swiftly slashes the orc's throat, "Messy, but no chance of his friends rescuing him." They say, shoving the body into a bag of holding as they talk
"Hm." the man pockets the bag and jewels and coins and sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Still. There is blood and blood can be traced." He folds his arms and watches the man with his one good, crimson red eye.
"That blood can only be traced to a dead man who had a bounty on his head. I believe no one will mind." He says, hooking the khopesh onto their back
The foliage of the treeline rustled for a bit, before a figures burst forth, racing towards the inn. They seem to be a half-orc, blood dripping from several gashes. Periodically, they look over their shoulders. For good reason it would seem, as not a few moments later, a large hound bursts out of the trees, chasing after the fleeing orc. It leaps at the orc, who manages to side step its attack, only to be hit with a bolt of strange energy, the bolt forming into a ghostly hand latched onto the orc. Out of the woods, a hooded figure steps, a curved blade in one hand as they approach, the orc being brought to the ground by the hound. The orc looks up at the figure, almost like it is about to pleed, before the figure cuts them off, "Garlen, avatar of Seth." He starts, pulling out a wanted poster, "For your crimes against the people, you're wanted dead for fifty three counts of murder. What say you"
Arakyos, who was talking to a man clad in black robes looks over. He smiles and walks up to them "Sirs! Please... This is a area of people. What i pay you to leave this poor man alone hm and you can go inside and get something to drink?" He holds up a bag and grins "I think three black sapphires and 1,000 platinum sounds good, no?"
"He is wanted for slaying my people. The material reward does not matter." The hooded figure says harshley
"Money may not matter but we, like i said, are in a place where people can see. I suggest you take the money and go someplace else before things get horribly messy." He says and grins.
The figure stands there for a few moments, blade at the orc neck. It then simply and swiftly slashes the orc's throat, "Messy, but no chance of his friends rescuing him." They say, shoving the body into a bag of holding as they talk
"Hm." the man pockets the bag and jewels and coins and sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Still. There is blood and blood can be traced." He folds his arms and watches the man with his one good, crimson red eye.
"That blood can only be traced to a dead man who had a bounty on his head. I believe no one will mind." He says, hooking the khopesh onto their back
"Hm." He says and smiles "You must be a well trained hunter to do this... perhaps a warlord of some kind?"
"Genesis. Please just kill him." Theren pleads, coughing up more black blood.
"Tch. Looking for handholds." (16)
Genesis sighs and picks up the skull "I do believe i have a vault i can store this one in. I can pinch him from your soul Elf-Man but i cannot tell you that he will not be bac for you." He says and chuckles "Through i would like to see him try and fight his way out of Argus."
Jack is right besides him and grins "Your slowing dooooown" (7)
"Why does everyone call me elf-man...its insulting.." he says with a whimper of pain.
"So are you." (22)
"Ah. Forgive me..." he says and bows. He stares at the skull and chuckles "Come now little one, time to lock you in a pillar of ice for your crimes". He gently places a finger on Theren's forehead and smiles "You shall be broken from this scoundrel in a few days. Till then... Lore, i expect you to heal him over and over. Stamina, my child, remember that". IN a flash of light, both Genesis and The Silent One are gone.
"Ugh..." Jack says and climbs to the top, Phoenix getting there first however. "Gosh darn it."
"Thanks...." The skull then shrieks. "HANDS OFF CELESTIAL!" Once they are gone Theren weakly wipes his face clean of the blood.
Phoenix has barley broken a sweat. "Slowpoke." he teases.
Lore walks over to him and smiles, gentlu petting his hair.
"How dare you." He says with a chuckle.
Theren flinches a little.
Phoenix smiles. "Shall we continue?"
She pulls back "You ok?"
"Hm. Sure. But be warned fair one, you best me again in a trial, i may push you off this very precipice." he teases and grins.
The foliage of the treeline rustled for a bit, before a figures burst forth, racing towards the inn. They seem to be a half-orc, blood dripping from several gashes. Periodically, they look over their shoulders. For good reason it would seem, as not a few moments later, a large hound bursts out of the trees, chasing after the fleeing orc. It leaps at the orc, who manages to side step its attack, only to be hit with a bolt of strange energy, the bolt forming into a ghostly hand latched onto the orc. Out of the woods, a hooded figure steps, a curved blade in one hand as they approach, the orc being brought to the ground by the hound. The orc looks up at the figure, almost like it is about to pleed, before the figure cuts them off, "Garlen, avatar of Seth." He starts, pulling out a wanted poster, "For your crimes against the people, you're wanted dead for fifty three counts of murder. What say you"
Arakyos, who was talking to a man clad in black robes looks over. He smiles and walks up to them "Sirs! Please... This is a area of people. What i pay you to leave this poor man alone hm and you can go inside and get something to drink?" He holds up a bag and grins "I think three black sapphires and 1,000 platinum sounds good, no?"
"He is wanted for slaying my people. The material reward does not matter." The hooded figure says harshley
"Money may not matter but we, like i said, are in a place where people can see. I suggest you take the money and go someplace else before things get horribly messy." He says and grins.
The figure stands there for a few moments, blade at the orc neck. It then simply and swiftly slashes the orc's throat, "Messy, but no chance of his friends rescuing him." They say, shoving the body into a bag of holding as they talk
"Hm." the man pockets the bag and jewels and coins and sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Still. There is blood and blood can be traced." He folds his arms and watches the man with his one good, crimson red eye.
"That blood can only be traced to a dead man who had a bounty on his head. I believe no one will mind." He says, hooking the khopesh onto their back
"Hm." He says and smiles "You must be a well trained hunter to do this... perhaps a warlord of some kind?"
They shake their head, pulling down their hood to reveal a khenra, "No, just a bounty hunter."
Serenity fisgets quietly, face crimson, "A-ahm, i..... it wasn't the worst thing."
Vega seems to get over confident, though this blow staggers him, the hammer connected in the right spot to break through his defenses, Vega coughing, "Ah, good shot."
Theren is strangely quiet
Alric bows.
Serenity sorta sits there quietly, unsure what to do
Vega takes a moment to catch his breath, "Guess I've grown complacent in not needing to melee"
Theren looks at her. "again...sorry..."
"Aye. Training with melee is good for ya."
"Its ok, I forgive you" She says with a soft smile, scooting off to sit beside him
"I know, it's what I got my start in. But, telekinetic magic is my preferred method."
Theren nods. He looks rather embarrassed.
Alric nods again
Serenity hums softly, touching her lips with her pinky after a few silent moments
Vega sighs, stretching for a moment
Theren glances at her.
"Did I hit you that hard?"
She smiles nervously back at him
"Again, I'm not used to being hit." He smiles, "Byt don't worry."
Theren smiles a little. "Gods I made everything awkward..."
The foliage of the treeline rustled for a bit, before a figures burst forth, racing towards the inn. They seem to be a half-orc, blood dripping from several gashes. Periodically, they look over their shoulders. For good reason it would seem, as not a few moments later, a large hound bursts out of the trees, chasing after the fleeing orc. It leaps at the orc, who manages to side step its attack, only to be hit with a bolt of strange energy, the bolt forming into a ghostly hand latched onto the orc. Out of the woods, a hooded figure steps, a curved blade in one hand as they approach, the orc being brought to the ground by the hound. The orc looks up at the figure, almost like it is about to pleed, before the figure cuts them off, "Garlen, avatar of Seth." He starts, pulling out a wanted poster, "For your crimes against the people, you're wanted dead for fifty three counts of murder. What say you"
Arakyos, who was talking to a man clad in black robes looks over. He smiles and walks up to them "Sirs! Please... This is a area of people. What i pay you to leave this poor man alone hm and you can go inside and get something to drink?" He holds up a bag and grins "I think three black sapphires and 1,000 platinum sounds good, no?"
"He is wanted for slaying my people. The material reward does not matter." The hooded figure says harshley
"Money may not matter but we, like i said, are in a place where people can see. I suggest you take the money and go someplace else before things get horribly messy." He says and grins.
The figure stands there for a few moments, blade at the orc neck. It then simply and swiftly slashes the orc's throat, "Messy, but no chance of his friends rescuing him." They say, shoving the body into a bag of holding as they talk
"Hm." the man pockets the bag and jewels and coins and sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Still. There is blood and blood can be traced." He folds his arms and watches the man with his one good, crimson red eye.
"That blood can only be traced to a dead man who had a bounty on his head. I believe no one will mind." He says, hooking the khopesh onto their back
"Hm." He says and smiles "You must be a well trained hunter to do this... perhaps a warlord of some kind?"
They shake their head, pulling down their hood to reveal a khenra, "No, just a bounty hunter."
"Hm. Pleasure to meet you then bounty hunter. My name is Arakyos Chiffre." He extends a hand and smiles warmly
Serenity fisgets quietly, face crimson, "A-ahm, i..... it wasn't the worst thing."
Vega seems to get over confident, though this blow staggers him, the hammer connected in the right spot to break through his defenses, Vega coughing, "Ah, good shot."
Theren is strangely quiet
Alric bows.
Serenity sorta sits there quietly, unsure what to do
Vega takes a moment to catch his breath, "Guess I've grown complacent in not needing to melee"
Theren looks at her. "again...sorry..."
"Aye. Training with melee is good for ya."
"Its ok, I forgive you" She says with a soft smile, scooting off to sit beside him
"I know, it's what I got my start in. But, telekinetic magic is my preferred method."
Theren nods. He looks rather embarrassed.
Alric nods again
Serenity hums softly, touching her lips with her pinky after a few silent moments
Vega sighs, stretching for a moment
Theren glances at her.
"Did I hit you that hard?"
She smiles nervously back at him
"Again, I'm not used to being hit." He smiles, "Byt don't worry."
Theren smiles a little. "Gods I made everything awkward..."
Alric nods, still a little worried.
"No, no. It's fine T." She giggles
Vega let's out a breath, "Got some pack to your punch old man," He says with a hearty laugh
Serenity fisgets quietly, face crimson, "A-ahm, i..... it wasn't the worst thing."
Vega seems to get over confident, though this blow staggers him, the hammer connected in the right spot to break through his defenses, Vega coughing, "Ah, good shot."
Theren is strangely quiet
Alric bows.
Serenity sorta sits there quietly, unsure what to do
Vega takes a moment to catch his breath, "Guess I've grown complacent in not needing to melee"
Theren looks at her. "again...sorry..."
"Aye. Training with melee is good for ya."
"Its ok, I forgive you" She says with a soft smile, scooting off to sit beside him
"I know, it's what I got my start in. But, telekinetic magic is my preferred method."
Theren nods. He looks rather embarrassed.
Alric nods again
Serenity hums softly, touching her lips with her pinky after a few silent moments
Vega sighs, stretching for a moment
Theren glances at her.
"Did I hit you that hard?"
She smiles nervously back at him
"Again, I'm not used to being hit." He smiles, "Byt don't worry."
Theren smiles a little. "Gods I made everything awkward..."
Alric nods, still a little worried.
"No, no. It's fine T." She giggles
Vega let's out a breath, "Got some pack to your punch old man," He says with a hearty laugh
"Ah. Forgive me..." he says and bows. He stares at the skull and chuckles "Come now little one, time to lock you in a pillar of ice for your crimes". He gently places a finger on Theren's forehead and smiles "You shall be broken from this scoundrel in a few days. Till then... Lore, i expect you to heal him over and over. Stamina, my child, remember that". IN a flash of light, both Genesis and The Silent One are gone.
"Ugh..." Jack says and climbs to the top, Phoenix getting there first however. "Gosh darn it."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Thanks...." The skull then shrieks. "HANDS OFF CELESTIAL!" Once they are gone Theren weakly wipes his face clean of the blood.
Phoenix has barley broken a sweat. "Slowpoke." he teases.
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Lore walks over to him and smiles, gentlu petting his hair.
"How dare you." He says with a chuckle.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren flinches a little.
Phoenix smiles. "Shall we continue?"
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(sure)
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Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"He is wanted for slaying my people. The material reward does not matter." The hooded figure says harshley
She pulls back "You ok?"
"Hm. Sure. But be warned fair one, you best me again in a trial, i may push you off this very precipice." he teases and grins.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Money may not matter but we, like i said, are in a place where people can see. I suggest you take the money and go someplace else before things get horribly messy." He says and grins.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The figure stands there for a few moments, blade at the orc neck. It then simply and swiftly slashes the orc's throat, "Messy, but no chance of his friends rescuing him." They say, shoving the body into a bag of holding as they talk
"Hm." the man pockets the bag and jewels and coins and sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Still. There is blood and blood can be traced." He folds his arms and watches the man with his one good, crimson red eye.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"That blood can only be traced to a dead man who had a bounty on his head. I believe no one will mind." He says, hooking the khopesh onto their back
"Hm." He says and smiles "You must be a well trained hunter to do this... perhaps a warlord of some kind?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Yeah...sorry..."
"You wouldn't..."
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They shake their head, pulling down their hood to reveal a khenra, "No, just a bounty hunter."
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"Hm. Pleasure to meet you then bounty hunter. My name is Arakyos Chiffre." He extends a hand and smiles warmly
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"No, no. It's fine T." She giggles
Vega let's out a breath, "Got some pack to your punch old man," He says with a hearty laugh
"You sure?" he looks a bit worried by her giggle.
"Tch. I'm not that old."
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