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Cynric (Jens.Ixchel) Aug 19, 2015 18:50:40 GMT -8

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Post by Cynric on Aug 19, 2015 18:50:40 GMT -8

Resolve 6-to-7: A Pleasant Meal with no surprises

The alchemist has been hard at work that even during the poetry reading he could hardly stay awake. Asi escorted him back to the house where a meal was prepared. The meal was mighty delicious, but as seafood tends to do -the lingering after taste is fairly unpleasant to Cynric. He consumed some poisonous herbs to refresh his palate- but it seemed luck was on his side this day as he suffered no ill effects.

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[17:44] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or finished a third glass of gin with a small wobble, holding onto a quarter of the liquid left as he offered a wobbly clap for the poem. "Wonderful! Fabulous! I shall.. Now go upstairs, and check upon Tsuyu!" He announced, and started to wobble towards the stairs, gin in hand. Not a good combination for talking to the lady he was after...
[17:44] Kynaston Chasin likely awoke from his slumber from the being pushed off- if not by the claps given close to his ear. As he was feeling the resistance of the ground against him, the tug on his feet and the like- he did come fully to- get up, dust himself off, and seek to walk out beside Asi, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
[17:46] The Den Mother (valerievixxen) grinned at Casi..."Well, pah-haps anothah time...A lady needs a lahgah audience, aftah all..." she'd state, before turning and looking sternly at her son..."Watch you-ahsailf, dahlings. We don't need any bastahds running about claiming Mont-d'Or lineage...|
[17:48] Asi obviously believes the collective praise his poem received, and thus felt more clever and in better understanding of humanoid art forms overall. T'was just a shame Kynaston missed it, but that was fine, clearly the man needed to be stuffed with food products and tucked into bed.
[17:50] Kynaston Chasin was not reluctant in the lease to head back on in to their little cabin in the middle town section. He had clearly missed all the good stuff! but at least he got a quick nap in. "Enjoy it?" he inquired.
[17:55] Asi releases his sleepy human once inside their home, quick to bee-line for the little kitchen area. Specifically for the one micro cabin turned into a fridge, as he kept it well stocked with ice. From it he produces a lobster, poor man's food for the times, and sets to work risking his health to start a fire whilst plopping the lobster in the sink. "I told a poem," he states rather proud of himself. "It was will recieved, but it was not as good as the man with the abs' was, I will learn."
[18:05] Asi continues working on food, a sizable cauldron put upon the stove, scoop of fat added to hit, melt then simmer. In the sink he gets to work with pushing a claw through the lobster's brain, making all kinds of sure it was dead, then drops that sucker into the fat to cook and get delicious. Next came the onions, green and shallot, a bouquet of herbs, and some tomatoes, all taken to Cynric's table to work with, nails all cantripped into knives for fine, very fine, mincing of the onions. Once the shallots, green onions, were all good and herbs tied up they go into the pot too. Tomatoes would just take a bit to prepare in smashing and mixing.
[18:05] Kynaston Chasin was probably thankful of the support - because he had went from being completly asleep to moving very quickly he had a bit of a headrush that brought a woozy lightness to him especially when desending the step steps. He made it in fairly alright though, and seemed a bit more refreshed from the short exercise bout. He seemed about to say something, stop him, but already the fire was lit, and he only shook it off. "Oh? Now that is a true same that I have came to miss it. Maybe sometime you will receit it again so I can hear it? But I am pleased to hear it was well received atleast."
[18:14] Asi worked hard to make a paste of the tomatoes, just mashing the shit out of them and mixing them, again, with a bit of fat and starch, but also crashed pepper and home made worchister sauce snuck in with the various potions Cynric made. The pond kept itself at night, it seemed. "I sit there and stare. It would stare back, if it could. But it's eyes are gone," he replies over his shoulder, smiling lovingly at the human, before he has to run for the lobster once he hears cracks. That beast is promptly pulled from the pot and dropped in the sink with all the wincing and hissing steam that came from the elemental touching it's bane. From there he was quite busy dismantling the giant sea roch for it's meat.
[18:17] Kynaston Chasin seemed a bit concerned over Asi's sudden interest in his potions- especially as he pulls out one that Cynric did not quite reconize or now the effects to add on into the dinner. "Umm...I do hope you are not seeking to kill me as that could end just as badly for you." He chuckled nervously, as it did not bode well in his mind that Asi was playing about his work area. "Is that a poam you thought up form your times as a pond, or from something you have seen or have about here?" He tried to puzzle out the meaning. "We should look into getting some tongs and other utensiles. I know you do not injury easily, but I still worry for you."
[18:30] Asi falters a bit in his craft as Cynric remarks something about trying to kill him. A stilling of hands, head hung a bit and clearly, quite clearly, saddened by such a statement. But then he simply returns to work, sailing at half mast while he seperates taste meat from carcass, carcass going into a smaller pot of it's own and placed upon the heated flat top. "It is watching faces deteriorate and become food," he replies, evidently referring to bodies his pond held. No remark made on tongs or death, he just glides off for Cynric's table to snatch his bottle of sauce and the tomato paste created. Both artfully stashed on the tiny bit of counter by water pump so he could fuss with getting cheap white wine to dump in the first pot with the onions, herbs, and fat. The sauce, obviously poison and not tasty treats, is added to the wine reduction. "You are well today?"
[18:35] Kynaston Chasin his little water fearing man seemed in a gloom after the comment, but Cynric watched eagerly to what he was up to and working on all the same. "Yes, perhaps that is a sad thoguht, thouh a nessassary one. For me anyways. As the removal of meats that once possessed eyes from my diet would do of poor good." Would just let Asi do as he pleased at present, and stayed out of the way unless given something to hold or do. "I am well today. I did go about town and inform people of the event at the Wardens starting tomorrow and on, but probably should have done so again at the poerty reading thing, but it is probably best we had left anyways. How are you?"
[18:44] Asi simply saw no point in arguing murder plots! For the logic of it was, if he wanted to kill his mage it'd be brutally easy to do. Thus he keeps on trucking, and no more excruciating details are needed from here on. Just cream and crusty bread, for given a good half hour later since entering and his working, the handsome human mage would have himself some tasty, creamy, slighty spicy but not overwhelmingly so... lobster bisque. Served in a large bowl with generous chunks of meat. Between his work, of course, he still chats idly, "It is good that you are promoting your ideas. I hope for the sake of you people will show and enjoyment will be had. I am well. I keep busy. The poppies are planted."
[18:50] Kynaston Chasin could probably easily be killed by Asi- the man after all knew where he sleeped, how he sleeped, and probably most of his weaknesses. He spent a bit looking about the room, before settling on just ploping down on the floor again- a place he did not seem to mind.. being more nature born than not. "It is smelling fantastic," he commented, rewardingly to Asi. "You planted the seeds? That is great. Probably a good time of the year for it too. Hopefully we will see them sprouting up in no time at all." He said in a chearful tone. "And I do not so much mind how many people come as long as al to whom come has a good time and mingle. As far as to what I am going to do.. teach... well that I am not so sure. I have nothing prepared."
[18:58] Asi gives the man his food, then glides and moves to sit behind him. Legs straddled, chest to back, face to shoulder, a full body cradling of his mage. Easily and literally conforming to his body. "You are better upon your feet," he remarks softly, "And so your lesson will simply come to you."
[19:00] Kynaston Chasin leans back into the touches of Asi. "But right now I feel like I care not to be on my feet ever again." He tilted his head to the side to brush his lips against Asi's face poping up over his own shoulder. Before he delves right on into the food. "But yes, Pretty much what I was thinking. As it is a little less than formal event than what most or many would be use to. As it is not meant to generate a large crowd right off from the start - so no big welcoming speach or introduction is likely needed, and it is best to just go by with who all shows up, and what they want."
[19:08] Asi makes a tiny sound for the kiss, perhaps even a 'bep' like peep of a noise to signal his contentment while he makes himself more comfortable in that his flesh may ever so slowly be molding itself around Kynaston's form. Slowly, slowly, he thinned, stretched, and gets between bodies disappeared. "It will be amusing and pleasant," he replies in his typical way of agreeing with something he either didn't understand, or wasn't all that interested in. Mix of both, likely, a lack of understanding causing disinterest. But no less supportive.
[19:10] Kynaston Chasin grins in a funny manner at the strange though pleasent noise that emits from Asi's mouth. Found no qualms with his 'seat' because at present it was a well formed water-beded like chair. He nods to the current conversation at hand as he eat the meal Asi prepared- seeming content himself, and rather enjoying the food. "Would you like to go to the general store in a moment to see if we can not purchase your supplies now?"
[19:14] Asi was indeed a chair! For his human could safely 'lean back' and be met with cushioned resistance and support. He was happy planting his face in the human's hair otherwise. But then! Tendrils flail harmlessly wild in cue to excitement, though he tries to sound mellow and nonchalant as he replies, "When you have finished eating. And I will chill what you can not for later."
[19:18] Kynaston Chasin did not mistake what appeared to be a note of excitement within Asi's posturing and mannerisms - though Asi contained himself well enough that Cynric did not feel rushed. He instead continued to eat and enjoy his meal till he had met his fill. The rest of it would be passed on over to Asi so that it can be saved for later- seeming about one more meals worth could be gotten out of it. He kissed Asi on the lips. "Okay once you do than we can set out." Though he would find the far to comfortable chair hard to get out of!
[19:24] Asi has to solidify himself eventually though! Just become one with himself and accept the bowl, silently amending to try harder to make something more delicious next time whilst putting the food away. "It is fine if you do not desire to," he comments after a bit. "I do not mind waiting, if you prefer other things."
[19:35] Kynaston Chasin shook his head, and licked his lips- having found it pleanty delicious enough. He stands back to his feet and slips over to his herbalist cabnit to pluck out a herb to for the most -clear the palet- but of course the herb held mild poisonings, as it was a small dose of angel's trumphant- as these sort of tastes have long since appealed to him at least in clearly out the taste of food hanging about in his mouth- not that it wasn't delicious! With that done, he would stalk over to Asi, kiss the man on the lips, thank him for the food. "No, I am more than desirable to go see if we can't get you your items at present, especially as you have just finished taking such good care of me."
[19:36] Kynaston Chasin rolls R5 (CC:bc39): 130, Degree of effects of poison - small dose.
[19:36] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R5: (1-150):130
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/150
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):50/0
[19:41] Asi putters about with some light cleaning while the grandmaster alchemist does his thing in consuming poison after a meal. A habit he was so used to he no longer bat an eye to it, not that he ever understood it enough to bat an eye in the first place. Regardless, food was eaten, poison consumed, and affectionate hugs and kisses given back to the man, belly pets and all. "Thank you," he replies quite simply, secretly excited to get his own papers finally. Now he could simply art into Cynric's journal, rather than hijack it!
[19:44] Kynaston Chasin was feeling a bit frisky after eating the meal, his herbs, and getting the nap in. Asi would be given a squeeze to his toosh while his own bare stomach was being pat. "It was fantastic, the meal." His tongue laping up the bridge of Asi's nose before he released the man to take towards the doorway- where it would be an adventure off to the upper town!

Last Edit: Sept 14, 2015 21:25:59 GMT -8 by Cynric

Cynric
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Cynric (Jens.Ixchel) Aug 26, 2015 8:26:03 GMT -8

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Post by Cynric on Aug 26, 2015 8:26:03 GMT -8

Resolve 6-to-7: No Tears for the Prideful

Asi teases Cynric with a bountiful meal of oysters, turnips, and strawberries dipped in cream only to demand a spar! A little distracted, but wanting to indulge, Cynric accepts only to find out that Asi did not quite grasp that he was suppose to be attacking back. Provoked into attacking back, Asi hits Cynric with a powerful strike across his midsection that left him doubling over in pain. Cynric had to resolve himself not to cry- for sake of pride.

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[15:27] Asi grins a little wolfishly for the reaction received, making it a bit more clear now that he had gone out of his way to mercilessly tease the human. A task that did not go abandoned either as he permitted Cynric to take his prize, food set down and to the side for the time being in full favor of upsidedown kisses and tendrils out to capture his mage's hand. "Tonight," he promises the human. "Wherever you would like, however. But later on my love. Perhaps we can spare instead?"

[15:33] Kynaston Chasin was not in a position so easy to relent the price once claimed. It tasted sweeter than the strawberries that slightly stained his lips and it was clear he was greedy. The teasing only making him more needy, and at the words of dismissal his fingers dug a bit tighter. His eyes widened a bit, before narrowing with a passing thought, a want that flickered through his mind. He made a huffed noise out from his breath. “No,” he stated, though he made no further demands spoken from his lips. With a pathetic whine he flopped back fully into Asi’s lap, releasing him. “You would rather spar?” He bite at his lower lip, adjusting himself a bit in a way to show a displeasure into such things, at current.

[15:45] Asi nods as he worms himself free from under the floppy, pouty man with relative ease. "No what?" is asked as he pulls from the seat and wanders for the dummies. Clearly, yes, he meant to spar.

[15:48] Kynaston Chasin pushed himself slowly back up to a sitting, looking a bit dazed. He bit his lip to pull the blood to it more in hopes to decrease blood flow elsewhere at the present moment as he forced himself back to his feet. “If you are wishing to spar than I will oblique you with a spar. Unarmed?” He inquired as he made his way over to where Asi relocated.

[15:54] Asi snorts a soft sound to the lack of answer, Cynric's general awkwardness, and his own vague disinterest in truly sparing. He just also did not want to engage in escapades at this time. "You are free to use weapons," he replies with a slight bow. "I have no interest in attacking you either. I am playing dodge, you are using whatever means you have to hit me."

[15:58] Kynaston Chasin at the current moment was not sporting anything outside of poisons, potions, and his crossbow. He was not well trained in swordplay, though a quick glance about the grounds would probably reveal a sword or two laying about waiting for use. “Huh?” He proclaimed, looking back to Asi. “That could hardly be called a spar than. That would be more like target practicing. Is that what you are wanting to do?” He did not hesitate to pull his crossbow off his back though. He had the energy to expend, and if not in escapades, he could surely spend it in such a venue.

[16:08] Asi simply took to quietly observing the general vicinity himself, quietly plotting routes to take and things to duck behind. Unless, of course, Cynric can't just let him be confused about what all sparring entailed, to which he simply frowns and replies, "It will be your own fault when you suffer." Signaling that, now, he would be fighting back. And now, with arms held upright, he would make quick works of pulling moisture right from the air and to himself, arms seeming to stretch and wrap, extending a freakish reach from where he stood, that he promptly used to attempt striking Cynric in in the face with.

[16:08] Asi rolls R6 (CC:bd6a): 27, Watery backhand kapow

[16:09] Kynaston Chasin rolls Dice (CC:bd6b): 84, Dodge

[16:09] Prohawk HUD: Rolled Dice: (1-100):84

[16:12] Kynaston Chasin may not have been the luckiest of creatures alive, but he could tell when Asi meant to be serious, and right now it seemed Asi did mean to be serious – which meant the ranged fighter would need distance if he hopped to get off a bolt. He departed from Asi in just the knick of time to miss Asi’s attempt to get him moving that may have left him suffering. “I am sure it will be more fun that way,” He stated, seeming completely unaware of what he had just missed as he was busy slipping a bolt into the crossbow and pulling back the triggering mechanisms. Once he had cleared a good enough distance, he turned around and leveled his aim on Asi before letting the bolt fly, particularly aimed at the man's chest.

[16:12] Kynaston Chasin rolls R7 (CC:bd6d): 17

[16:12] Prohawk HUD:

Rolled R7: (1-170):17

Max (Nominal/Actual):100/170

Bonus (Nominal/Actual):70/0

[16:17] Asi rolls R6 (CC:bd6e): 135, Flee

[16:25] Asi did mean some business, perhaps not lethal business, but all the same he intended to give Cynric a battle worthy of his time. But for the moment he just watched the man while his water made arm whip missed and retracted, curious over the bow, more curious over the aim and almost seemed intent on just letting it strike him. But as the click of the trigger went, he decided instead to flatten him, rearrange the waters in his false body to stretch arms more though it brough him nearer to the ground and likely left him looking squashed in time to miss the bolt entirely. Meanwhile, both arms extended grotesquely, they swing foward in an attempt to grab for the mage's waist, a bit like clapping one's hands to smash an insect.

[16:25] Asi rolls R6 (CC:bd6f): 98, squeesh grab

[16:34] Kynaston Chasin rolls Dice (CC:bd70): 43, avoid!

[16:34] Prohawk HUD: Rolled Dice: (1-100):43

[16:42] Kynaston Chasin ‘s bolt’s aim seemed well enough though it failed to strike anything but air as Asi was quick to move out of the way of it- very skillfully too! Cynric was probably a bit baffled to why his shot missed so poorly, when Asi proceeded to just stretch and mold himself out in a surprising way that had hands clasping around his waist and squeezing him. He made a strange noise as he felt his muscles being pushed on in an awkward and painful way that had his body aching from the pressure. Tears streamed out of his eyes instantly as he doubled over a bit in the pain, dropping the crossbow with a screwed up look to his face- “For Valeska’s sake,” he cried as certain very sensitive areas of him had him in much pain.

[16:54] Asi only watched in morbid fascination as his arms more or less effectively kidney punched the poor mage. The pain caused curious, but the hit landed making his own form somewhat insubstantial. Water would freely leak and run from the points of mock elbows while he stood, processed, then determined tears meant the spar over and approached while holding. Arms shortening, body elongating again, both returning to humanoid standard by the time he got back up to Cynric and expelled all excess water. "You were warned," he states, but for his mage felt pity enough to try hugging the man and petting his hair in the want to soothe him. "It will be fine, Kynaston, it was not lethal and there is no blood. Are you in need of medicine?"

[16:59] Kynaston Chasin struggled a bit against the hold until Asi released it- he fell to his knees, still clenching a bit in pain. No bones were broken, no blood- non fetal – but it addled his mind a bit with the pain and unpleasant nature of it. As Asi approached he sucked up his breath and widened his eyes in a way to use his resolve to will himself to not feel the pain anymore- to let the wind take his tears away. He was prideful, and did not really care for the element to see him in tears over pain. He used his shoulder to wipe up what had dripped down his cheek. “I will be fine, I just need to sit down for a bit…” he plopped onto his butt on the ground and just stretched his legs out, leaning a bit over at his waist to allievage the pain, but otherwise still using will power to keep his voice even. “I will be fine,” he assured, and otherwise just set there till the pain abated naturally.

Last Edit: Sept 14, 2015 21:26:22 GMT -8 by Cynric

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Cynric (Jens.Ixchel) Sept 14, 2015 21:18:19 GMT -8

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Post by Cynric on Sept 14, 2015 21:18:19 GMT -8

Resolve 6-to-7: The Mutiny

Standing up for what one believes in is not always easy. Where does law and ethics meet hand in hand. Where does right become wrong? Where does one draw the line between assaulting or accusing a leader versus following obediently. Some times it takes Will and courage to do the right thing.

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[17:25] Ella (maiacalhoun) walks beside Bradock as she speaks "... and then she gave me this look.. that was like... confused and surprised at the same time... ", she shrugs, bending to look at her fox who trotted beside Bradock as well, "Let's see if she is around... I wonder what it is she wanted to know..", she shrugs, her voice low and dropping off into silence as she walks past the general crowd around the square and nods at those that she passes, reaching a hand behind to tug at Bradock's arm "I am hungry... the choices haven't been that great lately you know... what with supply shortage and all... I'm even beginning to -prefer- your cooking over the tavern food!", she chuckles, evidently in jest as they hopefully head towards the tavern.

[17:27] Kashka got a bit carried away! Perhaps he figured that out given pauses and shifts of tone. Or maybe the sipped upon mead was finally starting to warm him up and leave him more susceptible to copying speech patterns. Whatever the case, he seems appropriately impressed Shayra got into something biased against woman, and in overall agreement for healthy babies. "Very strong. Strongest," he agrees with a warm sounding chuckle, tankard of mead idly turned in hand whilst quiet, thinking, then expression shifting to what might indicate widened eyes. "Desert? Sar'skri? Shayra, Kashka maybe same homeland?" Perhaps deflection from the latter questions, maybe not. There was just an uncomfortable change in demeanor for them, possible trying to puzzle out properly conveying a tale to satisfaction without saying too much. "Boring story. Demon kill wife. Hunt Demon. Am weak, born soft, stalk demon anyway. Demon won. Friend lost, stalk friend and demon. Do this until die."

[17:28] Kynaston Chasin was infact creeping, well from the moment he walked up towards the tavern to find the lad, Kashka, inside- he made a dip into the establishment, but slid over into the corner of the room. His arms crossed and his gaze set upon Kashka but no words spoken- only intent on listening in. ((and making dinner rl ;p))

[17:32] Bradock (katarr) occasionally nods in understanding as he walks along side Ella down towards the tavern. "That's interesting..." He mirrors her shrug as they come to the tavern. Loki who trailed beside Bradock for the time being, was being good. The tugging at his arm though redirects his attention back at the woman at his side though. "My cooking isn't THAT bad." It really was. "Besides, it has been YOUR turn to cook for the past few days, but instead you've been levitating and throwing buckets of water at me."

[17:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw): /m drinks faster for now. So much talking gives her the feeling of her throat being too dry. She needs to refill her mug afterwards. "Shayra from Farland, very far south, huge desert, mountains around desert. So hot, make sand turn glass, not all, some times, some place." She narrates about her where abouts, "and Dirk from far north, have snow, very cold. Big storm on water. Shayra never see snow yet. Dirk say so cold, sand so cold it bite, bite like fire." She surely wishes for her child to be strong, amongst the strongest - alone for the honor derived from that. But it would mostly mean that she challenges the child even harder to make it yet even stronger. She does not much care about more people coming to the tavern currently, her mind gets a bit dizzy meanwhile as well, and traffic is normal for a tavern. Another fat soaking pork knuckle comes to her fist. Yet she reaches over. "No dishonor in fight lost, but honor in fight won. And big dishonor, big shame, if no try fight! You do good, revenge woman,

[17:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw): if no strong bad, but fight enduring good!" She comments onto his fight. She does not know what a demon really is, "and do much practice, train body, get more strong. Use time, make plan, yes!" Her voice still commanding in tune. She surely knows no other way to deal with such an issue as he told as to practice to get better and to never forget the need for revenge, finally execute it.

[17:39] Ashes (bttenn) was obviously feeling comfortable enough to stroll through town with one of her helper goblins, that altho it was carrying swords was utterly useless in a fight. Upon coming up near Upper Aberwyth: the first thing she noticed was the same and only drow she had ever spotted in the entire village. As she noticed him walking over to the tavern she decided to follow and hide behind the wall. Listening in to whatever she could overhear from coming within.

[17:41] Sevrin Blaine (bastelderberry) walks up the steps at a quick pace, his hood drawn low, not that he was hiding who he was, more that he just didn't like bright lights.. he'd walk into the tavern and pull his hood back, revealing his white hair and violet hues. giving a brief look around at the patrons he'd approach the bar itself, ordering a tankard of ale after setting a few coins on the smooth wooden surface

[17:43] Ella (maiacalhoun) huffs "ONE Time. And that too missed... and what do you mean MY turn... I cooked yesterday!!", she so did not. "Anyway... let's go see what they have now... ", she shrugs and walks into the tavern, hopefully catching the attention of NPC Helga someplace and waves at her "Hey there! Two plates of stew and some bread please?", she calls out before looking around, at whom all were present in the tavern before taking a seat on one of the tables, "Hmm.. looks like she isn't here.. ah well", she speaks in a much lower voice, to Bradock who was presumably hopefully somewhere near enough to hear her. Eyes do take note of the barbarian woman, and the man she was seated next to, also Cynric, who was seemingly standing in a corner and a hooded figure also. Interesting. She keeps her gaze alert and just waits for the food for the moment.

[17:46] Kashka continues more or less nodding indulgently and along with the woman, whom it seemed came from a desert even hotter than his own. Interesting that she would marry one of ice and snow, but oddly and charmingly fitting. But it sounded like the tavern was filling, and more importantly, that Shayra didn't seem to appreciate that, so he keeps things short. "Thank you. Strong Shayra, thank you, take advice to heart. It good meet Shayra." She was free to run as needed, and he might be inclined to follow in his own direction then, anxious shifting in his seat and all with the sounds of a growing crowd. Couldn't see it and all.

[17:48] Kynaston Chasin would very much take notice of Ella and Bradoc's approach as he creept from the corner. His gaze shifted out from the relative darkness, observing them for a moment with a dip of his head in greetings in their direction. His gaze soon shifts back to the near by table where Kashka and Shayra set - a smile lifting to his lips at the accent of Shayra's voice- trying to determine her orcish desent. But that breif smile dissapaiting as Kashka began to appear restless. As for the others arriving up now, Ashes and the drow, he was not as alert to, at least not till Sevrin straight up passed through his point of view to the bar counter, which brought his gaze back to Ella. The stew was surely sounding good, with the excitement of that afternoon, he had failed to aquire food.

[17:50] Bradock (katarr) gives Ella a look of absolute -shock- at her claim to have cooked last night. "No you didn't. We had a spar back up at the Keep, went to the Bathhouse, went home and -I- cooked dinner for us, then we went to bed. Remember?" Following her into the tavern and allowing Ella to order, Bradock's hand reaches out to pull the seat out from beneath the table. Though, just as he was about to sit, Loki leaps up into the seat of the chair and curls himself into a ball as he lays down, blocking the man from sitting. "Loki, down." With a point to the ground, he commands the fox - only to be utterly ignored by the forest creature. "Evening." He calls back towards the trio, giving a familiar nod of his head to Shayra and Kynaston before setting his eyes upon Kashka. "Hello there." As he says this, he reaches to pluck the fake sleeping fox from his seat and set him along the ground.

[17:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has not much against a full tavern - the more the merrier, as then the brawls last longer that usually erupt sooner or later amongst her kin, or with her kin present. Nevertheless she surely also looks about to see who is arriving, moving but her eyes really. The greetings by Bradock buy him a bit longer gaze as acknowledgment of his presence, a way of greeting, before her focus goes back to Kashka. "Only shame if no fight, if fear loss! If valorous to fight, much honor." She repeats, to underline her words to him. She begins to fasten her pauldrons back to her chest strap. She had drunken up, eaten the pork knuckles, but knows that she has to return to her cave, to tell about the quest she is to solve, the battle she has to fight. They would eventually fight together. "You no want stay? Shayra then also go. Live in Wayward." She adds to him, "Shayra paid, you no care that, you care make body strong!" in her commanding tone. Then she stands up, reaches for the heavy spear she had leaned against the war.

[17:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw): With the quest at hand, the battle, she had put herself kinda into a state of war. That hunt and fight is busying her head the most...

[17:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw): ((have a good eve of play all, good night else

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[17:56] Bradock (katarr): (( Night! ))

[17:56] Ashes (bttenn) was beyond frustrated that she couldn't just hear everything what was being said but that what she did hear didn't have anything usefull at all! Ashes wasn't a very patient woman but she also wasn't a stupid woman and knowing that after her stunt at the Harbor Festivity ... her face at the tavern would be beyond unwelcome. She gave a look at the useless goblin at her feet and told him to run off, hide wherever he could in this part of town and see what he could find out ... about anything at all. She herself departed. Having little hope that the cretin would come back with anything but useful. Ashes herself went back home, back to where she came from , having better things to do than hide behind walls.

[18:01] Kashka genuinely has no idea Bradock was greeting him directly! Or that there were fox shenanies afoot in the opposite side of the tavern. But the 'Evening' sounded like a greeting made at large, one he dutifully, albeit softly replies with his own, "Good evening, sir." Shayra's departure, for having spent the day getting to know her, gets a much warmer smile. Maybe a wry smile. He might have accidentally agreed to fight her, and that was just going to be awkward when he became paste. But she left, and he felt it rude to abandon barely consumed mead bought for him, so he keeps in place for now. Quietly sipping to himself, generally trying to appear as boring as humanly possible.

[18:03] Ella (maiacalhoun) watches as the steaming hot stew gets ladled into plates and is brought to their table along with what looked like hard bread. "Oh... pssshh.. details", she rolls her eyes at Bradock even as The meal is set in front of them and she looks up from it to notice Cynric's nod and offers her own greeting in return with a polite smile and a short wave of her hand "Good evening!", she calls out, seemed like the tavern was emptying soon, and she just chuckles at Loki. "Move Loki...", she begins to say, only to see Bradock pick up the animal and she would nod at the man she did not know at Shayra's table as well, not having any idea that he might not see. And seeing him go back to his mead, at least registers that he did not mean -trouble-, and so she begins happily eating.

[18:05] Kynaston Chasin found Ella and Bradock currently involved in another strange couples disbute over the previous days happening- and a spar too. He chuckled a bit, but was otherwise minded that he may have business with the pair. His hand slips into his belt line, fetching out a piece of parchment before heading over to the table they were at. Despite his actions his gaze did not easily depart from where Kashka was- finding the conversation he had been having an interesting one for no other reason that it seemed like Kashka. "I have yet to run into the Harbinger since the night of the ceremony, and before she departed, I gave her some thoughts I had been having written on a paper, to which I have heard not of. I thought maybe you two would like to review and look it over? Offer suggestions or the like. It deals with the matter I mentioned I was working with in regards to those of demonic origin." He speaks and continues on like Kashka had already left, did not exist or otherwise, though his mind was held in a disbelieve

[18:05] Kynaston Chasin this- potentially reflected by a more choppy, less confident wording.

[18:11] Bradock (katarr) placing himself within his seat, Loki stares back up at the humans, with a glare... well, IF a fox could glare he would be at least. No doubt some nefarious plan being cooked up within his mind for the Battlemage denying him his seat. Regardless, the stew would eventually be placed before him. A clap of his hands and a waving motion causes the aroma to enter his nose - a meal that would likely cost he and Ella an arm and a leg with supplies so low. "It is the truth!" He insists, but otherwise begins to stir the soup before him. "My name's Bradock, by the way." This announcement made towards the unknown male at the other table in a friendly introduction. But, his focus is soon stolen from Kashka to Khaston as he draws closer. "You should consider yourself fortunate you haven't ran into her, Ella and I planned to have a... chat with her later tonight in fact. If you're not otherwise occupied, you should come along. It is sure to be an interesting conversation." As he speaks, his hand raises to accept the

[18:11] Bradock (katarr): parchment from Kynaston. "Tese are about those of demonic origins then? I'm glad you put some thought into it, I know we were talking about this a few weeks back."

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[18:17] Bird Ix'Chirp (jaden.tyles): (wb Sevrin!)

[18:17] Sevrin Blaine (bastelderberry) hugs the merbie, "thanks!" ))

[18:18] Kashka can at least sense the tavern's crowd all but dispersed as swiftly as it had gathered which worked wonders for his anxiety levels. More so for his ability to focus on the trio of voices from the other side of the room. One in particular, of course, the one that may sound nervous, attracted and held focus and so brought it to what sounded like a married couple too. "Kashka Sandalwood," he announces in return, just assuming himself to be the unknown in the room requiring introductions, or willing to risk making a fool of himself just to 'see' how Cynric would react. It was entirely possible for the astute to note, that though he was still just idly sipping at honey mead and keeping mostly to himself, there was a a hostile, old vengeful ghost sort of edge to an otherwise kind seeming smile.

[18:19] Ella (maiacalhoun) too adds calling out to the unknown male "And I'm Ella!", though Ella 's happy meal is interrupted at the mention of the Harbinger and she lets her spoon drop into the plate with a plop and looks up at Cynric, a more serious look on her face as she even forgot to give Loki his crumbs. She nods at the male, while Bradock talks, severely undermining the situation and a silver eyebrow quirks up as she hears the details in that parchment "Oh? I would very much like to see that... What exactly about those with Demonic Origins? It is odd you would speak of those... hmmm..", she pauses, evidently thinking of Abassi and what her sight had told her, she nods "Aye, you should be present indeed Cynric... We would indeed like to.. -talk- with her" she leans forward as she tries to peer into the parchment if it were somewhere... peer-able?

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[18:24] Sevrin Blaine (bastelderberry) would turn around, glancing at the trio and the fox at the table right in front of him, he had been surprised that no one had bristled at his appearance, maybe they saw drow often enough.. he'd shrug his shoulders and take another drink, merely listening for the time being, the tankard covering the lower half of his face while he drank.. he wanted to put himself somewhere that didn't leave his backside exposed, but unless he walked all the way to the far corner.. and that just made it seem to obvious that he was a wary person, he wanted to appear more casual than that

[18:29] Kynaston Chasin perked a brow a bit at Bradock's words and made sort of an 'oh expression.' "Is that so? That does sound quite curious... " And it would be clear he would be watching his tongue at this point, given the potentially negative air that Bradock just laid notice of. "Though I can not wonder why I am fortune for having not seen her myself sense than. Infact I was rather thinking it was an unlucky streak I had fallen upon." He nodded otherwise and just let Bradock take the parchment. At this point he had to break off entirely from the conversation as Kashka spoke his name. And really where there was no room for doubt already, it only further tilted the scale in such a direction that the whole thing broke and fell to pieces. Sevrin's own arrival was just ill timed in reguards to being heavily noticed, but Cynric's running into Kashka- as well as Ella and Braddoc. He blushed a bit, and otherwise just stood there, silent, ignoring others. At least till his own name was spoken, and he gulped back a raise of anxiet

[18:29] Kynaston Chasin but was spurred into moving again. He took a few steps in Kashka's direction.

[18:32] Bradock (katarr) | "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kashka." Briefly, Bradock looks up from the sheet he was reading to smile politely back at the newly introduced man. But, when he looks back onto the paper, he double takes with his eye catching a perceptive gleam of the man that, was quickly brushed aside as an odd shadow angle or some such. "Kynaston and I spoke a bit about this a while back, concerning those of demonic origin within the Isle. It looks very well put together, you've obviously put a lot of thought into it. Unfortunately-" Now fully addresses Kynaston instead of Ella a small sympathetic frown is formed. "I doubt you'll hear back from The Harbinger anytime soon... if at all, regarding this issue. Like I said, if you happen to come around The Keep a little later tonight, I'm sure it'll become very apparent why." The invitation was laid out at that as he extends the sheet over to Ella to take. Following this, he would begin to cut into the bowl of stew that as growing cold in front of him, all while he

[18:32] Bradock (katarr): refocuses on the returning Drow to the tavern.

[18:42] Kashka keeps respectfully to himself, perhaps going so far as to idly hum and avoid overhearing what was not meant for him to know. If Cynric heard his name, it wasn't intentional. Perhaps just a projection of something else. And the drow, of course, he couldn't see or know as a drow at this time so that left Sevrin free to do whatever he pleased. Most focus just seemed to remain on mead and 'staring' ahead, mostly waiting on Cynric to come nearer, and should he move in noticeably so the blind man just greets, "Kynaston. I found you."

[18:42] Bird Ix'Chirp (jaden.tyles): (sorry! food making)

[18:42] Ella (maiacalhoun) reads through the parchment as she cranes her neck and her brows furrow a bit keeping her voice very low so that only Bradock at her table may hear her thoughts on such a sensitive issue "Hmmm.. Most of it I am in agreement with but why must a pardon be given to any minor crime? The fact that this writ might allow these... beings", she pauses, trying to be politically correct and polite, "to reside in the isle and accept our protection is in itself incentive enough.", she clears her throat and looks up at Bradock as he speaks to Cynric and seeing him gravitate towards Kashka's table, Ella sighs and goes back to her stew, watching them with mild curiosity before she looks around the tavern, noticing the drow as well who seemed to be vigilant himself. She shakes her head and now bends to feed Loki a crumb before turning her neck and addressing Bradock "If it were up to me.. I would just.. well.. plainly ask them all to register and I would find a means to check for evil intent or possession, something like

[18:42] Ella (maiacalhoun): my sight, if only it were more powerful...", she seems to be in thought for a few moments as she rose back up and continued to eat, "I agree, appearances do not indicate intent and demonic -origins- are different from vile beings anyway... but still... ", she shakes her head and continues to eat, nearly finishing the expensive meal "Tonight... yes.. ", she mutters, clearly agitated though she tries to remain quiet and calm. With just some success.

[18:43] Ella (maiacalhoun): (( np! ))

[18:45] Sevrin Blaine (bastelderberry) would lower his tankard down, from the conversation he heard, it sounded like there was going to be a spectacle to see at this keep they spoke of.. wherever that was. maybe a bit of action that he could join in on, he loved a good scrap after all.. as the couple from the table looked at him he'd offer a nod of his head, a small smile playing across his lips, "Vendui'...." his foot would idly tap against the floor, fingers drumming against his side

[18:48] Kynaston Chasin gave a nod in a manner to show he was still listening to Bradock's words though this time he did not even cast a look back over his shoulder- only responding from where he was. "Yes, I have put a lot of thought into it, but even than it lays still incomplete. Consider it more of a rough draft or a skeletal frame that still needs meat and flesh to make it move and work as intended. But yes, well.. Perhaps. She has yet to get back to me about it as of yet, and it has been some odd weeks now. But you have peaked my curioisity, Bradock. Tonight, we shall see." He would not make any promises, but at least the notion was not downright accepted. He finished covering the distance to where Kashka was - as the man annouced that he had been found. He stoops just shy of him, lowering himself in a way to bring eye to .. well, brow. "Kashka." He stated simply, no real emotion behind the words. "Are you well, Kashka?" And now inflection on his voice, uncertainty once more. A brief pause, before he would actually seek to

[18:48] Kynaston Chasin push into Kashka into a hug.

[18:54] Bradock (katarr) begins taking spoonful after spoonful into his mouth, a continuous motion. Bradock ate with much gusto, as the entirety of his stew is nearly consumed within just a few minutes. Loki who had been fed scrapes of the food had temporarily forgotten his revenge and had curled into a ball between he and Ella's feet. "If we're making Tiefling's and the such register, why stop there? Why not have the entire island register by asking them to allow us a phylactery of their blood? Then, we could find everyone on the Isle, regardless of where they are with a little Blood Magic." Folding his arms across the table, Bradock leans forward and shakes his head from side to side. "I just don't think -anyone- will like being asked to register." He would then address Knaston with a singular nod of his head. "We're probably going to be heading back to the Keep once Ella has finished her food, your friend, Kashka, should come as well. There are some beds at The Keep. It looks like he could maybe use a good nights sleep." And

[18:54] Bradock (katarr): then the Drow spoke. Admittedly, Brad knew little of the elven language, but the greeting was one he at least knew. "Good evening. I must admit, we don't see too many of your kind here. Welcome to Valesk."

[19:00] Kashka might inadvertently hear things relevant to his interests in spite of actively trying not to eavesdrop, so might cock his head in some interest. But finally, the fourth and quieter entity decides to speak, to whom is unclear, but given there was always time for good manners he chimes a gentle, "Vendui," in return with the assumption that had been a greeting. By then Cynric was likely to be on top of him, spurring that odd tingle one got in their nose when something was close to their face. "I'm quite well," he replies, honey mead set down on the table so he could turn and adjust his face for Cynric's voice, smile never really fading. Just slowly becoming ugly to spite his ever warm though presently hushed tone, "For being left for dead, Kynaston, I'd say I'm just. Fine. And you, dearest?" But then there's Bradock in the back, inviting him to things and maybe effectively snapping the oracle out of whatever possible hilarity might have occurred otherwise. "How kind of you to extend such hospitality, sir.

[19:00] Kashka Unfortunately, your assumption of our relationship is, at best, inaccurate. I would not at all desire to make your home awkward with my presence."

[19:05] Ella (maiacalhoun) looks up from her food when the drow that had remained silent thus far spoke a greeting. She responds in common though "Good Eve!", as polite as she always was, before finally finishing her stew and pushing away the plate. She looks back up at Bradock with evident disgust in her face "What is with you and Blood magic? Of course I was only just bouncing off ideas from what is already there in the parchment... Fine.. asking to register is probably not the -best- way, but I think... there should be a way to find out the difference between those possessed and those just unfortunately born of those origins. The idea and sole purpose of our guild is to make sure no one fraternizes with vile beings. Abominations.. are abominations... and it shows in how they look, only to avoid unnecessary fear and discrimination, this is necessary. A common person on the streets naturally will assume that those that... 'look' demonic are indeed evil!", she shrugs " I definitely do not expect this to be going down well no

[19:05] Ella (maiacalhoun): matter how you package it.. but the idea is good.. knowing who is what... definitely helps.", she shrugs and slowly stretches, rising from her chair as she hears Kashka speak "Oh the Keep is a safe place.. for those that have done no wrong and need safety... worry not of any awkwardness, as your friend Cynric is, we too are Rangers of the Warden.. ", she offers up and then looks at Bradock "Are we heading to the Keep?"

[19:07] Kynaston Chasin had eating habits much like Bradock did. Now that he had arrived at Kashka, after being called out, he found the conversation he had been having with Ella and Bradock harder to continue. He does however get in a few words in response. "The isle consists of many, more than the Wardens- and it is likely to be met with rejections more than praise, from more numbers than we can handle.. were as the group suggested is a much smaller population, easier to contain. That is at least my thoughts on the matter." His gaze shifting back to Kashka. He leans in to speak in softer more private tones to Kashka, "Left for dead. To whom would ever abandon you in such a state, certainly not I. It is but a miracle, clearly a reserection, or something of that that holds you now before me in a corporal form." He lowers himself to his knees to better situate himself to the seated Kashka. "I did not leave you for dead, you were dead. if you had breath left, if you were suffering, I would have known, lingered, stayed.. Not left."

[19:07] Kynaston Chasin His voice returning to more of a normal tone, "Your presence would be far from awkward. And if you wish to see how I have been tending my time here on the isle, you may join yet." He gives a wave to Ella and Bradock, acknowleding the invite and that they were departing. "Kashka, I am sure you will find safety and well being in the keep as it is one whom seeks to protect all those against demons. They do have beds if you are without a place to stay."

[19:09] Sevrin Blaine (bastelderberry) chuckles softly, "I doubt you have seen many that are like me.. my kin don't follow the demon spider.." candle light would shine in his violet eyes, "the name's Crow..." he'd raise his tankard back up as he took a drink, wanting a whole island to register, and to give their blood.. where would they store all that? someone could make a pretty coin if they got their hands on a stash like that and sold it to the wrong person.. he'd nod his head towards Ella, just listening, though as one was offered hospitality he'd speak up, "this is a strange and new land, I fear I do not know the way.. to anything.."

[19:15] Bradock (katarr) tucks his hands beneath the bowl that he was nursing. He brings the edge of it to his lips and tilts it back, consuming the last remnants of the stew with a soft slurping sound to follow. Placing the bowl back down, he glances to Ella as she readies herself to stand. Though, Bradock had been considering another bowl, a note of the lack of sun outside had dissuaded him from such. The chair scoots back along the floor, preforming an annoying scrape like sound for Bradock to stand, a sound that always awakens that light sleep induced Loki that springs to his feet. "Am I wrong to call your friends? My apologies." An apologetic bow of his head is given to Kashka. "Kynaston is right though, The Keep is relatively safe... or at least it will be." Stepping back from the chair, he keeps his eyes trained upon the Drow in front of him, and seems to pause for... quite sometime. "It is a strange land. The Wardens could help you no doubt find your way into some caves for you to make your home. I don't have much

[19:15] Bradock (katarr): dealings with your people, but I do know the sun is not your friend. It is your choice though - think about it. Regardless, Ella and I do need to be off. If anyone should need us, you'll know where to find us."

[19:21] Kashka decides finally to leave the mead half finished, for it did no one any good to have the oblivious meddle in something beyond their concern or understanding. Bows and the like couldn't be seen, still, but words acknowledged with a nod as he pushes his seat back, away from Cynric, and collects his staff to help him stand. "You did not, and yet, clearly, you did," he informs the kneeling man once he's managed to stand again with difficulty do to a lame leg. "I've found you, dear, that's what matters. We'll talk more later. Go off with your friends."

[19:22] Ella (maiacalhoun) hears Cynric speak and just nods, seeing him deep in conversation with Kashka to which she politely does not pay heed, and then looks at the drow, "Crow.. That is a name that I hope I don't forget", she nods at the male and agrees as Bradock speaks "Aye, we can perhaps ask around to find you appropriate lodgings? Help is not refused to anyone of good intent by the Warden.", she would step out of the Tavern herself not without turning and nodding at all those that remained in the tavern to indicate her departure.

[19:25] Kynaston Chasin gave a dripped bow to Ella and Bradock in way of thanks. He lifts back to his feet as Kashka slips off the chair. A hand passing over his knees, whipping them in an idle manner as he focused on the smaller man. "I do not know what you are talking about but quite honestly the only thing I can say to such accords is that it is damn good to see you alive, Kashka, reguardless of how you came about being alive, or not, or otherwise. And no, we will talk more now, or you can at least let me show you around the isle. Only if you seek to come with me to the Keep at this time would I go."

[19:29] Sevrin Blaine (bastelderberry) smiles, "the sun is irritating.. but the deep caverns.. they are tiresome.. but the night draws high in the sky.. so I will leave you to yours now.. though I wouldn't mind crossing blades with you and yours.. in fun of course.." he'd give a wink, he was a follower of slaanesh.. chaos was what he lived for, but there was a time and a place for it if he wanted to stay alive.. he'd finish off his tankard of ale and set it on the bar top, "i'm sure the name of crow will become a name well known.. i'm not too forgettable, especially if what you say is true and my kin are not seen too often in these parts.."

[19:32] Bradock (katarr) smiles, slightly back to the Drow in question. "A pleasure, Crow. My name is Bradock, and this is my wife Ella-" An open hand motions to the Aasimar at his side. "I'd love a good spar, another time then?" He had not quite had a chance to spar with a Drow before, and if other matters weren't so pressing, would of jumped on the chance immediately. "We'll see you there, Kynaston. If you choose to stay, then, we wish you well, Kashka." A hand raises to wave back at the newly met blinded male and otherwise, turns to begin his trek towards The keep.

[19:34] Ella (maiacalhoun) nods and follows Bradock as well. (( ty for the Rp! ))

[19:42] Kashka may seem a little irritated by all the helpful chatter to him, or perhaps he was irritated at the idea Cynric was so involved in things it left him rightly feeling like a ghost. Definite odd sort or internal struggle going on. "I want to hurt you, badly," he informs Cynric, "It may be best you simply go, I don't mind waiting here. If you insist, of course, I'll follow. The end result is the same either way. I intend to hurt you."

[19:44] Kynaston Chasin did take notice of the drow named Crow, and that he too was new to these lands, but unfortantly quite overriden situationally by the return of someone he thought dead- and infact seemed to be ill processing it at the moment, blindsided by it almost. "Ummm..." He perked a brow at Kashka, giving a nervous laugh, "Right, yes, I am sure, Kashka." Clearly not taken it all to seriously. "But yes, I do insist that you follow me." But wihtout thought he would seek to take hold of Kashka around the forearm to particularly lead him off towards the keep.

[19:46] Sevrin Blaine (bastelderberry) watched all of them leave before he'd shrug his shoulders back, ambling out of the tavern into the dark of night, a small chuckle escaping his lips, this land was going to be very interesting indeed...

[19:47] Sevrin Blaine (bastelderberry): bye lovelies))

[19:47] Cynric (jens.ixchel): ((Have a nice ngiht Sevrin!

[19:47] Bird Ix'Chirp (jaden.tyles): ((Tc Sevrin!!))

[19:49] Kashka naturally violently jerks himself from Cynric's hold, particularly if he thought he wasn't going to be taken seriously at present. He would just follow in silence otherwise.

[19:50] Kynaston Chasin headed off to the keep , slow and purposely making noise with his boots

[19:51] Bradock (katarr) | Once within The Keep, Bradock's hand balls into a fist and raises to his lips. He preforms a rather intentionally loud clearing of his throat to gain the attention of Abassi and poor Randy. "Pardon our interruption, Harbinger." Despite the relatively respectful tone that he normally assumed, there was no salute to follow his words that usually accompanied them. Instead, his hand reaches around his back, reaching into a small pouch so that he could reveal a small vial of black ichor between his thumb and forefinger in presentation. "We have rather important news regarding a Shadeling deep within the forest. A moment of your time?"

[19:54] Ella (maiacalhoun) was impatiently crossing her arms, staying a step or two behind Bradock and her face was evidently confused as she muttered "What?", and silenced herself as told to, clearly not understanding what he was intending with this approach. If it were upto Ella she would have -directly- spoken to Abassi, and all that confusion was evident on Ella's face as she was not the kind that could hide her thoughts well, she was too straightforward for her own good. She shifts her weight from one foot to another impatiently watching ahead, as to how this was going to go.

[19:57] Kynaston Chasin took Bradock and Ella up on their invitation to find what the importnat news had been about- though despite leaving just behind them, it will still take Kashka and him longer to reach the keep. He would have missed Bradock's grand entrance of a speach- but already the tension seemed thick enough to cut slices of and serve as a cake.. or maybe that was just between Kashka and himself - he kept a weary eye on the blind man.

[20:00] Abassi expression was one of growing irritation as the couple approached and finally noticed them as she whipped around to scold the younger male who noticeably shrunk, flinching back. Brows furrowed as the woman's lips sealed after the interjection and Randy skittered off. "Yes?" she eyed them both almost suspiciously as there was brief recollection of their previous encounter but all that was lost when the man brought forth the vial. "Shadeling?" she grinned and nodded, " of course. Please.. " she gestured them towards the couches.

[20:08] Kashka can probably be skipped, as he's got no idea what's even going on and is probably quietly planning to stab Cynric when he's got the chance to.

[20:08] Bradock (katarr) | The door opening behind them causes him to glance over his shoulder, thankfully, it was only to indeed confirm that Kynaston had arrived within The Keep with Kashka - a welcome sight incase the conversation grew into a physical confrontation. "The other night, Ella and I heard tales of a Shadeling lingering within the forests, attacking travelers. We engaged and defeated it." Despite Abassi's gesture to move towards the couch, Bradock appeared perfectly content with standing and made no further movements that indicated he wished to sit. "Following the encounter we came across a creature, a rather deceptive one that initially fooled us into a false sense of security. Now, you may not know this, Harbinger, but my wife has a rather uncanny ability to see through lies and deception and to what a person - or a creature truly is. And this creature we encountered, proved to have ill will for others and was of demonic nature." There is a small pause following his words as he continues to look back onto Abassi

[20:08] Bradock (katarr): for a few moments. "Upon realizing the creature's ruse, we told it, that it should flee the Island and to never to return without a trace. Although, what Ella and I wished to know, Harbinger, is do you believe this creature accept our offer of banishment with its life in tact, or should we simply slay it?"

[20:11] Ella (maiacalhoun) watches as the Harbinger acknowledges them finally, eyes noting poor Randy scurrying away as well. But Ella keeps her golden eyes alert and on Abassi as she walked forward, keeping behind Bradock, only turning as she heard the heavy doors open and sees Cynric and Kashka step in. She nods at them in greeting once more, though the polite grin that normally accompanied it was missing. She then focuses on what was being spoken, and remains standing herself, a bit impatient as she fidgets on her feet, though when Brad speaks, her eyes narrow, somehow -getting- where he was going with this and she just nods, for if she opened her mouth then, she would speak... well.. rather plainly, and she had been warned not to.

[20:12] Kynaston Chasin dips his head into a light bow of acknowledgement of the presence of the Harbinger, but having already been informed that Bradock and Ella were seeking her out for some 'talk', he would not intrude furhter. He had his own matters to tend to this evening, involving the man that had followed him in. But out of wanting to respect Bradock's invite and overall curiosity, he had decided to find out what this was all about. At the mention of Bradock and Ella defeating a shadling he gave them both a light bow, but did not interupt though it was clear he meant to congradulate them. But then the story had an interesting twist to it, of a demon discovered. Though he had not been asked the same as Ella, he still respected that Bradock was speaking to Abassi. He seeks to shift over a step towards Kashka, favoring to be nearer to the man.

[20:21] Abassi stood with her arm crossed neatly over her chest as she listened to the man at her front. "Well that is very good..." sh began but trailed off as the man continued and twisted the tale into something more... familiar. Her? Those silver eyes carried to the blond and rested there for just a moment before reverting back to Bradock, a sharp toothed grin crawling across her dark features as a laugh trickled from between them. "What would any good Warden do dere boyo? Haven't ya been taught well?" her eyes narrowed as she stepped forward and felt the taint crawl beneath her skin like insects. "Have thy done wrong, dear man?" she whispered the closer she approached the two and favored the side of the woman. " Truly?"

[20:29] Ella (maiacalhoun) stiffens just a bit as that horrible queasy feeling struck her again and she clenches her fists to a side, eyes locked on Abassi's as she chose to, step away, and move to the other side of Bradock, essentially trying to put distance in between herself and Abassi. For now that is all she does, her body language still remained impatient, and wary to say the least ((jumping to brb skip me if i'm not before my next turn ))

[20:30] Bradock (katarr) feels a frown tugging along his own facial features at Abassi's response. Slowly, a hand raises so that his fingers could wrap around the handle of the longsword sheathed along his back. Though, the blade was not pulled free quite yet, his voice raises so that it could radiate throughout the halls of The Keep. "Then, I ask you, Harbinger, why have you not responded to Kynaston's suggestion? Why is it you continuously allocate resources to a war with the Singarti, or the guards for that matter? Why is it The Wardens are met to be the strongest force within Valesk, yet you keep someone so weak-willed..." This statement was obviously addressed towards Randy, the man whose company she kept earlier that was practically groveling at her feet. Slowly, the blade that sheathed along his back begins to pull itself free of its sheathe, even as Abassi presses towards him. "Kynaston, the one we have been serving has ill intent for The Wardens."

[20:35] Kynaston Chasin lifted his ears slightly seeking to hear Abassi as her tone begins to drop- he almost thought it seemed seductive, sexual tension, or soemthing of the sort but he had to dismiss the thought that that was what was going on. Otherwise he would not care if Ella and Bradock were swinging. Bradock upped the tension though, in a way that had him bite down on his own lips, and purposely seek t push a bit against Kashka, feeling incressingly warm, like an uncoming flu. He began to tugg at his cowl, feeling warmer than he wanted to - and would ultimately begin stripping off some of his more excessive and unneeded garments, breathing a bit heavier. "Have you any proff of the accustations you have stated, Bradock? You made mention of a shaddling, and a demon, but nothing that can overly be linked to the Harbinger." It was a dangerous accustation to make.

[20:42] Kashka takes note of the voices, the spacious sound of the room, and what seemed to be an interesting sort of theatrics about to take place. On principal, revenge plots or not, he wasn't interested in violence, so he comments soft to the man obnoxiously at his side, "Sanming nanzi da." That said, and touching him however vaguely rejected, he moves outside to let those Warden folk do whatever they were doing.

[20:44] Ella (maiacalhoun): (( back ))

[20:48] Abassi continues to wander forward as the man draws his weapon and her predatory eyes dance to Cynric. " Dis man is tryin' ta kill me. " she stated and shook her head. " In regard to simple accusation." she furrowed her brows. " I am human." she stood before him, sword's length challengingly and wrinkled her nose. " The Singarti burned our base to the ground and threaten da lives of da islanders. Dere' eradication is da wisest of paths." her response came clean but justified. " Da guard holds little power. Da warden's could interject to fill holes and earn more pay while protectin' lives... dont ya see? Now does anythin' seem wrong with dat?"

[20:51] Taegen V'hoori (alyxz.marenwolf): [Sorry my posts are a little shitty. Im fading quick.]

[20:54] Ella (maiacalhoun) sees Bradock draw his sword and she blinks, really on the brink of giving up all patience as Cynric speaks. She turns to face him, noting that his friend had stepped out the doors "We believe she has been diminishing the power of the warden, using those ranked above rangers to spy on the Guard, create strife within the village by enraging the Singarti.. and I personally believe her intent is nothing but evil... I saw the taint within her... she will in no way fight demonic forces... the way she hs been using the warden in such filthy underhanded manners... makes that clear that she would not even hesitate to join hands with vile beings to just... amass control over the isle.. and not in a protective way.", she grits her teeth, having a hard time trying to explain things in a polite manner, even if her face told a different story as she turned to look at Abassi with distaste and annoyance.

[20:55] Bradock (katarr) raises his blade so that he could rest it over his shoulder. He nods shallowly towards Kynaston while not taking his eyes off of Abassi. "Indeed, I can prove such. I can create a ward around this area, a ward that I can craft to trigger when anyone of Demonic Blood steps through it. Though, I doubt you shall allow me the chance to preform such a spell, would you Harbinger?" Pulling his sword free from his shoulder, he readies the blade within his hands and aims the edge of it towards the woman in front of him. "Our oath is to protect the people of the Isle, not preform mass genocide against them for a sin done while they are not within their right minds. I shall ask you once more, Abassi, abandon your within The Wardens and leave the Isle."

[20:58] Kynaston Chasin was none to surprised that Kashka took the oppertunity to slip back outside. Or that he was met with rejection. Though he was a bit torn, this situation called for his immedite attention, "I know little of the efforts of the Singarti threatening the islanders, though I am aware that it seems highly likely they burned the old keep down, and while this may have resulted in the death of many good people... it does not pave the path to it being okay to eradicate an entire group of people that hold no demonic orgin. This is indeed in violation of Rules 7 and 8, no persecution against a people, and no wasteful ending of life. This should best be delt with by coming to terms with one whom would speak for the Singarti to ensure the incident that occured the night of the fire does not repeat and that lessons are learned." Clearly agreeing on the side of not supporting mass genocide. But he could still not rightfull seek to assult Abassi, and would take to seeing how this would pan out with Bradock's request only

[20:58] Kynaston Chasin adding, "Harbinger, I agree that if you wish to prove yourself innocent of the accusation of being of demonic origin, that you would agree to testing, and stepping through this ward thing."

[21:08] Abassi growled at the responses and felt her left arm alive with uncontrollable activity as she watched them. "Mutiny." she hissed and shook her head. " I know what is best for da isle." she contested though began to feel her lies futile and clenched her fist. " Leave the Isle..." she wasn't one to feel fear or intimidation. The numbers outweighed her but it wasn't a situation she hadn't faced before. A hatred burned in her core and anger bubbled but her externalization wasn't almost stoic and she stepped back. " If you feel I am ill for this Island. I will take my leave... Who am I to fight my own people? But let it rest on your shoulders. The fall of it." her eyes laid on the man and she turned to gather her things, retreating for now.

[21:08] Taegen V'hoori (alyxz.marenwolf): was almost*

[21:10] Ella (maiacalhoun) huffs "Why even go to the trouble of a ward?? Ask her to come within a foot of this!", she just lifts her hand, and almost instantly a glowing ball of white light hovers over her hand, the blessed light that was supposed to make those with the taint uncomfortable, is rendered useless as Abassi just turns and accepts to leave, Ella blinks, left with the globe of light still in her hand as she turns to Bradock and then Cynric with a bit of disbelief in her face "If she is leaving thus readily... does it not prove that she cannot even... offer defense against what we have alleged her to be hmmm? This clearly should show that what we have found out about her intent is correct.", she nods, somewhat with finality.

[21:11] Taegen V'hoori (alyxz.marenwolf): [Leaving this in the hands of Brad now with permission to NPC Abassi. I need to exit. So sorry about this <3 Have fun. ]

[21:17] Bradock (katarr) prepares to lunge at the woman, until she finally agrees to leaving the Island. Instead of lowering his blade though, he keeps it held, the end of the blade continuously aimed at the woman, slowly, he steps to one side and motions towards a fellow Warden to step forward that had been watching the ordeal with the knowledge of what was to take place. The Warden steps forward with a nod to Bradock and then moves to wrap his hand around Abassi's shoulder. And, with a tug of her upper limb, would begin to escort the woman off of the Keep grounds. Assuming Kynaston would step aside to allow them to leave the Keep of course. It was only when Abassi had truly left the keep that Brad would release a deep sigh in relief and lower his blade down to his side. "I'm sorry that got so... confusing, Kynaston. I was hoping she would stand down before I had to outright accuse her."

[21:20] Kynaston Chasin caught the notion of it being mutiny, but could not deny the fact that Abassi had selfprofessed an intent at genocide of the wolf-people. As far as the glowing ball of white light, his own reactions were nothing more than disliking bright light shinning into his eyes, but otherwise exhibited no ill notion to any blessed or holy attributes that it would possess even if directly shinned on him. But he was irritated by the situation. "Next time that this is what you mean by a 'chat', it would be best to bring me up to speed on what exactly it is that is to be discussed, otherwise understandable.. but please call me just Cynric. It is the name that I prefer." And he would gladly step aside to allow for their depature, stating only, "I leave the rest in Ella and your good hands." As he had intentions to go find Kashka again now, so stepped out of the Keep himself.

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Cynric (Jens.Ixchel) Sept 15, 2015 21:02:38 GMT -8

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Post by Cynric on Sept 15, 2015 21:02:38 GMT -8

Resolve 6-to-7: Road to Stubbornness

Those with high will and resolve can also just be so damn stubborn. He knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was being denied to him... so he had to stay on coarse, continue working for what he wanted. He had the will of pride to not accept help, not appear weak.... but he had the ass mule stubbornness to just deserve the situation he was being faced with. The end result was Kashka got away for the night

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[19:19] Kashka seems to have a new found hobby, thought not exactly new new, just new from last being with Cynric. Cliff perching. Simply that though, just lingering at the edge of heights.

[19:21] Cynric had ran into Kashka earlier- closer to the shopping district, had made an attempt to offer help and assitance with the knee, but liable eventually just continued on after being met with some form of rejection. But the day could not see him still - and the continous moving around was begining to edge into his own level of exhaustions as his feet were begining to feel warm from the constant walking- but his searching paid off again when he caught sight of Kashka off from the road. He headed off the path and did nothing to disquise his foot falls. "Intending to commit suicide now?" he said in a gentle tone, moving ever closer towards Kashka- his muscles prickling a bit at a strange anxiety over where Kashka was standing.

[19:29] Kashka sways a bit in the breeze, mimicking long grasses, not really bothering to support himself with the cane. The sensation om impending falling was a thrilling one, for whatever reason. Only to be disturbed by Cynric's voice, the same that used to warm him no matter what torments the man brought, now made him shiver a bit and laugh. "Perhaps," he replies. "Perhaps not. Neither is of consequence to you, I think."

[19:31] Cynric continued moving till he arrived much closer to Kashka. A hand drifting forward like the wind that was blowing the grass and reeds, seeking to brush against the sides of his arms, fingers curling in somewhat obsessively. "It is of much consequences. I got over your death, only to find that you are alive. I hope you do not think for one minute that if you died -again- that I would still be over it. No, Kashka, it does not work that way. I know you are alive again, so your death will bring all new turmoils."

[19:39] Kashka did not seem to mind this time, if Cynric touched him. He'd even stay more still to permit it, less swaying at least. More peering back over his shoulder as though he could see, trying to smile though it is was much sharper than it used to be. "Maybe that's how I want to hurt you," he replies in a deeper tone. "Flesh wounds heal easily enough. But if I want to make a lasting impression-" he faces forward again, pitching for the edge, though he expected Cynric not to allow for it. Otherwise he was going for a surprise swim.

[19:43] Cynric would smile back at the face that peered over Kashka's shoulder- it all seemed to natural, to normal. "It Would Hurt, I will not argue that." He felt a rage boil up inside of him, one that made his fingers flex with his own thoughts to slap Kashka across that smiling face, but luckily to that accord Kashka had turned about in time to break that thought. But the moment the man's muscles tensed, he was more then right to expect Cynric to stop him - however it was a bit more of a violent impulse with how quick he would be to clamp his hands down hard to the forearms they were already caressing around, as he took a swift step backwards aiming to yank Kashka off the edge and force him agaisnt Cynric's body. "The fuck." He sounded pissed.

[19:50] Kashka jostles about easily enough, his slighter frame never changed, if only that. Easily hauled back into Cynric, and as he was he emitted a small giggle. The fact that Cynric sounded angry with him only earned another, though neither sounded particularly playful. "Oh, do you not enjoy being toyed with my dear?" he asks in his usual gentle tone now, the frigidity of it likely a far bit evident. "What's wrong, I thought you enjoyed playing games?"

[19:55] Cynric kept a hold on Kashka, seemingly less likely to let off, and even pushed to have that hold all the more notable by pulling his arms around Kashka's body - keeping his torso pressed to Kashka's back. His fingers slowly walking down the length of Kashka's arms to seek to take hold of his hands, even in a way that he sought to make Kashka lose hold of his cane in a desire to interwine his fingers around Kashka's own. "Oh I do enjoy playing games, Kashka, dear. But I do not see where this could possibly be a game. If it is, it does not in the lease bit amuse me and otherwise you sound relatively deranged. I /will/ take you somewhere to rest."

[20:02] Kashka relaxes more into Cynric's hold os one might sink into a familiar bed then hadn't slept in for a while. The touches weren't horrid, nothing was horrid, but familiar wasn't sameness. "You aren't meant to be amused when you're given back all you gave." he replies, possibly as deranged as presently accused of being. The accusation, at least, was accurate in so far as the human's next tick being to violently jerk forward in an attempt to make them both fall, cane likely released be hand but not by knees. He did learn, deranged or not, to no longer trust Cynric in regards to it.

[20:10] Cynric sighs softly as Kashka relaxed back into him - flooding him with warmth and familiarity. A deep longingness for Kashka. His whole demeaner began to soften only for Kashka to take advantage of the situation and ty to use a weight shift to pull them off the ledge . His boots immeditely slipped on the uneven terrian that had the downward slope towards the ground. His first instincts were to prevent the fall. His muscles caused his limbs to lurch out, while his left arm tightened around Kashka to the point that his fingers likely dug hard into flesh. It would be a bad fall, as there was not substantial amount of ground between where he was, to the edge. And was liable to bash his elbow hard against rock, jar his shoulder muscles, and all abouts have a very bad day as Kashka sent them splashing into the water far enough below to create a bad stinging sensation across flesh.

[20:19] Kashka grinned to himself, toothy and wide as footing was lost by Cynric. His own body had gone limp from acceptance in fate, though he did not expect either to die. He expected it to hurt however, bruising hold on his arm just the first of many to follow, not a care about it. Pain was nothing to fear anymore, nor being broken, so down they'd go. Down for the waters below, and he only having time enough to try wrapping his arms around the stronger man in an odd embrace of genuine affection and something akin to a wraith dragging it's victim to hell.

[20:26] Cynric did indeed endure scrapings across his legs and arms, multiple bruised spots, a dislocated shoulder... He remained protective of Kashka, and was likely even to roll himself in a manner to break Kashka's fall into the water. Though the dive through the surface of the water was stunning- burning. Painful. He quickly fought to the surface though, but he was overly weighted, heavier in nature, and a poor swimmer. He was quick to surge foreward to the rock ledge - his of his right hand clawing painfully against the rock to find perchase. "Why would you do that." He stated with oddly no inflection. "I am seriously doubting your mental stability at this point, Kashka. You really aught to go to the infirmary, or I could make you some tea.." Once he at least found a hold on the rock, he would seek to throw Kashka onto his back - which would not be all to comfortable with the crossbow and pouch- but keep hold of that arm of his, seeking to drape it across his shoulder, around his neck and chest.

[20:39] Kashka may finally feel something akin to remorse if he could at all note that Cynric was still trying to protect him. Like a strange prickling along his skin. Sleeping limb numbness, though that may also be shock from hitting the water, taking such a fall, and coming out of it mostly unscathed thanks to Cynric. And then it went on, of spite of his having the ability to 'adapt' to the water easily, the other man still felt the need to hold him. "I wanted to," he replies in a similar tone. "Hurt you. Because. You used to hurt me. Didn't you? It was fun for you." Made perfect sense to him, in a twisted light. One something in him quietly rebelled against and so prompted he just obey Cynric's silent demands for now in holding on to the man.

[20:43] Cynric did not have any such ability, and thus it resulted into him pathetically clinging to a rock like a drowned kitten, trying to nestle Kashka onto his back to ensure the blind man's own head stayed above the water- clearly not having any knowledge that Kashka could not so easily drown. "Good, and so you did. You have already hurt me earlier. With your insistance that I stay away and that you are leaving. And now I am hurting in body too." He sighs a bit. "I was not seeking to hurt you, Kashka.." Which is true, he was not intentionally -hurting- Kashka, but he did have some sick twisted thoughts on what he wanted to do to the man.. half of that involving pulling Kashka back off his back to press him against the Rock. "It was fun though, yes. I would like to have such fun with you again/"

[20:51] Kashka can't help it now, he really did feel bad for the man that did seem genuinely incapable of emotions in the weirdest sense. Adaptation wouldn't even really be needed at present either, he could swim better than walk from living beside a giant river all his life and all. "You can not be that stupid and self absorbed. Ignoring the fact that you can. I'm not permitting your shitty ass treatment of me any more," he retorts, as he lets go of Cynric, forces himself from hold and tries instead to get the man to hold him. "Hang on to me. It'll get us someplace."

[20:56] Cynric would eventually relent his hold on Kashka, whom was acting different than the Kashka he remembered - a bolder, stronger Kashka. He sighs softly, pressing back into the rock as he closed his eyes in deep thought. He was stuborn, and the proffered help from Kashka would not be so easily accepted because of such things. His will was greater than that, prideful. "Its fine, I will be fine." He bite down on his lower lip chewing it a bit as he did ultimately release full hold on Kashka to let the man swim around - clearly more agile swimmer than Cynric was.

[21:02] Kashka is also an older Kashka then usually dealt with, one surviving both Cynric and a demon and whatever else might have occurred betwixt death and return. Delicate things like he were gardens and dumb analogies like so. They were prone to growing what's planted, so /really/ Cynric had himself partially to blame. Quite a bit to blame when the younger man just swims backwards, shrugs, and starts on ahead. "Suit yourself. It's of little consequence to me if you drown."

[21:10] Cynric snorted to Kashka at his snarky response as he did indeed begin to swim off, while Cynric was left clinging rock but was now begining to negotiate the cliff side to slowly begin making his way along the edge in the direction of the closest hit of a bank. "And should it be of little consequence to me when you get truly lost this time? I suppose lost is relative, if you do not have anywhere to go.. but what of food, water, shelter. What if all of these were taken from you, would you than feel lost? And should I not care?"

[21:26] Kashka may have to give in and activate one of his tattoos, as he couldn't hand and converse as Cynric wanted to forever. Better swimmer or not, he still tired easily, and so with a bit of thrashing from pain and brief bout of sinking, he'd pop up by the other man again, likely noticeably with gills now. "Have you no actual concept of time, dear Cynric? Or do you think I went about playing pet from person to person without you? I know hunger and thirst, and I know elements. It was snowing when we saw each other last." Then abouts he might swim even closer to the man, stretch to meet his face just to hiss in it, "No, I don't suppose it should be of consequence /now/. Dear. You're clearly apt to merely taking one's word for truth, so take mine."

[21:32] Cynric was impressed by the call of magic that Kashka did to aquire a means to breath within the water- and he did sort of snakey swim anout like a mer or sea serphant, something like that. "I think it is you that holds no actual concept of time ... as it is late, I am tired, And Annoyed by you at present. But can I leave you here? No. No I can not, so I must endure the state of wakefulness till I am ensured that you have at least made it -somewhere- safe enough. Did I think you have been entertaining others like me? No, probably not, otherwise I doubt you would come and find me. And why should you go hungry and thirsty? You have no reason to now, my prince, as I will see to it that you have water, and have food. And it is of consequence, just not now, for obvious reasons." He rolled his eyes at the hissing man, before continuing on his way down the cliff- growing tired and exhausted with much sorness that did not abate.

[21:42] Kashka does not swim that well, just well enough. At least able to keep pace with Cynric, stubbornly clinging to whatever it was he held to. "That is true," he has to agree, time was awfully confusing when one was a Skyreader. "I didn't track you for anything good, you've given no reason to even change my mind," he replies, propelling back a bit just to stay out of reach, and so force Cynric to either leave without him, or be an equally stubborn ass and wait. Shame he couldn't see eyerolling, that'd just be icing on the cake, really. "I really do think I hate you. I can't even remember why I thought I loved you."

[21:45] Cynric maybe would be spurred to stubbornly wait, at least untill Kashka's latest statement involving lack of love, and all the hatred. He was spurred to kick away and abandon the cliff side to make an impressive swim towards the near by land that had slowly been coming closer and closer to them. Though by the time he had came upon the land, he was met with heavy breathing, a heavy beating heart, and limbs sore and exhausted. He took off pack and crossbow, and simply flopped over onto his back, closing his eyes - and otherwise just listened to the splashing of Kashka- only to ensure the man made it OUT of the water before he would seek to leave. He needed the moment to catch his breath anyways and otherwise made no responses.

[21:50] Kashka might admittedly be impressed by at least the sudden sound of swimming, which he only idly follows after. Perhaps waiting some sort of reply. But if none was coming, he would eventually climb from the waters, staff in teeth, and set off with an even heavier limp. Point was clearly made.

[21:58] Cynric would not seek to follow Kashka, not after such words, not at present moment - especially after hearing hte man surface and make his way off

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Cynric (Jens.Ixchel) Sept 16, 2015 15:49:47 GMT -8

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Post by Cynric on Sept 16, 2015 15:49:47 GMT -8

Resolve 6-to-7: A Sleepy moment among Excitement

Cynric had had it with Kashka. The hurtful words easily justified, probably well deserved.. but Cynric was just not going to stand for this. He had made up his mind to track down Kashka, and FORCE him to be back with Cynric. As the situation heated up, he turned to his trusty poisons - only for a tide of relief to break at last... and situations turned. Kashka became warm, accepting, friendly again. The poison had already been applied though and the end result of it came that Cynric got a prick of it. Luckily it was only a mild sedative.. but it was enough to mellow him out and make him lethargic.

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[10:33] Kashka found himself a neat little cave that seemed to have water and provide adequate shelter. So getting food to grow within wouldn't be all much of a hassle.
[10:47] Cynric awoke in the morning from where he had slept just outside of the water. The warmer air of the dwindling summer at least aiding in drying him up but there was still a mucky ick filling to his boots. He groaned a bit like he had been heavily drinking and all his muscles complained as he moved to sit back up. As strange fate would have it, Kashka could be seen upon the ledge side. He finally decided to try a different approach and began to work his own magical creations to pull forth a new disquise of the fae like man.
[11:20] .~Tableau Vivant~ Keiran hair (male) - Basics: Configuration Loaded
[11:20] .~Tableau Vivant~ Keiran hair (male) - Basics: Ready, Memory Free: 9470KiB
[11:22] Cynric acknowledges that he will have to swim across to even get to the little cliff side Kashka is on.. as he can see no other way there.
[11:35] Kashka either did find this spot by accident, or had learned to be a bastard due to life or so and thus purposely made it so he'd be seen and known to have taken temporary residence in a difficult to get to spot. Reasonably too difficult for himself as well, if he still cared much for his wellbeing. He had found in recent years if he didn't particularly care any more, then he could accomplish quite a bit.
[11:37] Cynric caught a glimpse of Kashka and immediately worked n the best means to get across to him.. it was difficult.. as the cliff was too big of a drop to come in from the backside, and the river side proved a difficult transit, with the island having been eroding. He at last found a spot to slink up onto.. and by now he was wet, exhausted and over all annoyed, and unhappy with the situation at hand. It was not a good combination. He stalked towards the little cave side that he had seen Kashka at- moving quietly through the woods quite intending to sneak up on the man.
[11:41] Kashka lays in a patch of grass, rather enjoying the ambient sounds of the small waterfall nearby, the rush of water outside, and the little weasel that made the cave home first. It was really a beautiful day out, warm and slightly humid. A good day for lounging and napping as it were.
[11:49] Cynric caught sight of Kashka, seeming like the world could just continue on this way and he would be undisturbed or ignorant to its passing. It sort of just ticked him off all the more and he wasn’t even particular sure. Somewhere between the attitude of Kashka, the harsh words, the accusations.. though half of them were true, proving true… he moved forward.. and the moment his wet heavy boots slucked upon a branch breaking it, he simply called out. “Kashka, I have come for you. You will be with me again.” There was a particular commanding note to his tone.
[11:59] Kashka had that typical relaxed pose, laying with his hands beneath his head, one knee up and the other leg propped across it. Noises he heard that sounded like the approach of somebody were largely ignored, as it simply ceased to matter if anyone came upon him. The night spent scrying for the demon had proved useless, it was either gone or it's own abilities allowed it to block being tracked, so leaving for that reason was out. Cynric, he figured, he'd settled with though he felt more bland and empty than anything about it. Whatever he felt, however, with the snapping of something that went ignored to the voice that demanded attention he simply could not help but smile wolfish and hollow. "Over my cold dead body, dearest," he replies blithely, possibly with a hint of spite that may underline 'not that you'd check', but given Cynric's overall self such a statement would be wasted breath.
[12:02] Cynric paused only for a moment when Kashka made his retort, but overall seemed to have been expecting such a response. It barely phased him outwardly. “No, I much prefer you warm and alive, Kashka. It was rather upsetting when I thought you dead and it remained upsetting for some time. You were once mine, and you will be mine again now that you are back.” He moved closer to Kashka, till he came to a point to loom above him. “Gather your things if you have any. You will be staying with me from now on. These areas are not safe, and I will not permit you to keep endangering your life.”
[12:13] Kashka snorts aggressively at the rebuttal, dismissive and likely disbelieving of whatever claimed upset there was. But the latter half of that statement was mildly interesting, that might at least make the human hesitate and swallow hard, purse his lips and slowly reach for his tattooed feet. "I'm not your pet, Kynaston," he remarks tersely as he inches a hand for a foot, and a foot for a hand. "You do not get to dictate what I do. Besides, I'm /quite/ certain I told you I hated you."
[12:17] Cynric made a strange noise as his name is spoken. “I do not wish for you to be my pet or make you my pet, you will not be my pet,” he stated in a strange tone, sighing softly, and shaking his head. His gaze catching on Kashka’s movement and he quickly responded by seeking to grab hold of Kashka’s wrist and give a firm upward jerk in seeking to pull the lad back to his feet. “You said you hate me, but you once loved me, and I still love you. So I will not accept that you can not love me again. That we can not be again.”
[12:38] Kashka forgot for a hot second what the man's name did for him, possibly a habit he himself started for the easily triggered Cynric in a time where all this would have played out differently due to ignorance. But as his wrist is caught and he's hauled to feet, snapping something to the effect of, 'you'd treat a pet better anyway', he tries immediately to tug himself free again. Angry, of course, or maybe disturbed by latter words. Not really the words, more himself, as his resolve thought to weaken just because Cynric said he loved him. "Bullshit, you don't know the meaning of the word," he grits, tugs, then turns his face away. "Childishness like that only proves it. Things /are not/ the same. You know that, you were the first to say you've moved on. I was willing to just accept that, go, and not bother you further."
[12:46] Cynric would hold Kashka back for a bit, tightening his hold and even seeking to impendge his movements a bit against his body. “There is nothing bullshit about it, Kashka. I have feelings for you.. and while I will not contradict your thought that I have many childlike behaviors… it is there all the same.” He would release hold of Kashka than. “I moved on because I /thought/ you were dead. I grieved for a bit, for a while, I felt loneliness.. and I missed you, Kashka. But yes. I thought you dead so I was forced to move on. If I had had any idea that you were alive… but where I moved on was to slay and hunt down demons on my own, to continue with that. That is why I joined the Wardens here on the isle, as that is their main goal.”
[12:58] Kashka jerks his hand back to himself once it's released, wrist given a bit of a rub as he wanders back a few steps. Hostility seemed to be chipping away, however. He wasn't all that sure why, and refused to allow himself tears over it, but it was likely clear in loosening posture he was stating to at least let go of fight mode. "I have no issue with your moving on," he replies, desiring that to be clear at least. "We established already something got crossed, something... demonic trickery maybe if you were made to think I was dead, and I was made to think you were present and walked off as I was dying." That he couldn't really explain, and the fuckery of said memories likely didn't help his overall state of mind. "So that. That I let go. You're still a self centered shit, the you in the present. This. Whatever this is. Why couldn't you just." But he didn't really know how to finish that. It was stupid, probably childish of himself. "You don't know. Damn. Least you could have done was not immediately jump to
[12:58] Kashka warming your dick you bloody horrid nymphomaniac. I can't stand you. I can't even believe you when you say such things. The demon murdering my ass displayed a wider ranger of feeling, and those evil things can't even comprehend emotion."
[13:49] Cynric took a step or two towards Kashka as the smaller man regressed, clearly not wanting to put much space between them. “You are hurt by it. Rightfully so.” He shrugged. “I could not imagine if I was left for dead, sought you out, and was told you moved on, and did not think of any possibility I survived.” He shakes his head. “Yes, I agree wit hthis, this is the only thing that explains it.. I would not have walked off.” He gave a nervous chuckle, “I was not seeking to warm my dick inside of you. I mean, I would enjoy this.. but I wasn’t seeking to, Kashka. I wasn’t aiming to do that. I just wanted to feel you against me. I can not help it that I find you sexually appealing and attractive. Of course you turn me on!”
[14:00] Kashka declines to move back any further from Cynric, more stands his ground by way of pounding his staff sharply into the ground by his feet and lifting his chin to 'look Cynric in the eye'. "I am not hurt you moved on. If I /were/ dead I would never have begrudged you /any/ happiness," he snaps, shoulder involuntarily twitching once and once more turning his face away with a snort. "If you agree 'something' went on, then it should make sense enough I came for you to. Revenge I guess. You weren't there, you don't know. You weren't there." The latter bits weren't even worth his rebuttal or response, he just moves back and away again for the ledge he knew to be nearby. "Hardly matters. I'm not going nor staying with you. I may just return to wandering instead."
[14:08] Cynric narrows his eyes at Kashka and his pounding on the ground. “Good, Than don’t begrudge me it.” He begins to stalk towards the ledge where Kashka had began to draw near, and out from his belt he pulls out a dagger, and a small bottle from his pouch. He unscrews the bottle, and takes a small brush like instrument to begin stroking the substance over the blade, exaimining it as he did. “Hmm? Well of course I agree something went on. I was lead to believe you were dead. Very dead. Gone from this world with no chance of reserection. Your eye torn out, handed to me. At least that much seems to be true.. I saw, you are missing an eye. So there is some truth within the lies. Sounds similar enough. And yes, I wasn’t there, I am here now though. So why run?”
[14:24] Kashka exasperates some sound like he didn't understand why Cynric insisted he not do something he wasn't even doing, but that was another argument he refused to further engage in. That was all trivial. It was, now, trying to remember and relive a fairly ugly point in time in the effort to 'see' if he could figure out what was what that presently mattered. "Yes, my eye's removed. I replaced it with my orb so it wouldn't be lost," he mutters with some fidgeting discomfort. "And I suppose it's plausible for it to have mimicked your voice. I don't... it hurt, a lot. It didn't seem to end. I think it knew medicine. I don't know, it was like. He knew exactly what to do to be certain I wouldn't die, but. I don't know. It gets weird." Now he seemed really quite agitated, trying to keep a composure against something unpleasant and all. Might even hesitantly lift the side of his shirt to show scars beneath that may appear more operational then attacking. "Whatever. Why not run? What are you going to do? Leave your curren
[14:24] Kashka person to be with me? Or just keep me about like an old man to care for. Either way you look at it, it's stupid. There's no point in staying."
[14:31] Cynric did not particularly like the discussion about the demon, Dr. Chel. A creature that Cynric spent the better part of months plowing into and impregnating in the most enjoyable ways. It actually did cause him some discomfort over the matter, even if he had not really known at the time that Dr. Chel had been that demon in disquise, he could not change the past. “That is awful. And I can see why you harbor such hatred for me for seeming to abandon you there as you endured a state of not quite death. Not quite life.” He laughs, “Oh, Well.. No. I mean I am not really with anyone. I mean I am not exactly seeing anyone.. else. Its complicated.” He tugged a bit at the cowl he wore. “I am not really with anyone but not in a position exactly to be with anyone. But you are not exactly just an anyone. So certain exceptions can be made, given light to the fact you are of life, breathing, with a heart beat.” He came up behind Kashka, after storing the bottle back into his pouch and using his free hand he
[14:31] Cynric attempts to wrap it around Kashka with his fingers spread out seeking to grasp him over the heart. “A heart beat.”
[14:44] Kashka would mostly be reasonable enough to know Cynric wasn't at fault for being seduced by a demon as was said demon's plans. But he still felt weird and upset just recalling some things. And listening to Cynric talk about a maybe other thing maybe not in his odd Cynric way just got pursed lips and the sort of sigh that's typically accompany an eyeroll. "You really do not care to think beyond anyone but yourself," he mutters in annoyance, maybe an acceptance sort of annoyance to Cynric's character, but nothing that'd make him return to the man so readily. Even so, he could not deny the way said heart skipped a beat and prompted a blush from chest to ears with the rather blatant grope with words that made the gesture seem more innocent. And perhaps a bit like a time before, he brings a timid hand to touch upon and lightly hold the one on him.
[14:51] Cynric leans in a bit forward as he felt a gentle touch of Kashka’s hand being placed over his hand. His fingers curled in a bit, sliding the tips of his fingers over Kashka’s chest. “I enjoy this heart beat. Oh how I have missed of it.” His earthen tones spoke in a gentle manner as he slipped the dagger back into his belt to free up his second hand, to linger at his own side. “Kashka, I would like to think more of you. But it is best that I do not lie about the situation you inquired of. As mentioned yesterday, in my loneliness I have summoned a water elemental into a corporal existence.” His interest and love of Asi was true, but he had never fully accepted the fact that his relationship with Asi was a socially legit one… something that Kashka registereded much better on. Selfish, yes, yes it was. His breathing deepened a bit by just hovering close to his virgin, as physical desires for Kashka in the past was coming fully to the present. “Stay with me.” He asked again.
[15:09] Kashka slowly eases himself more into Cynric's hold, two tiny and shakey steps backwards in spite of the weird vampire like statements. But he could ignore that for the moment just to turn his head more in a way that pressed his face into Cynric's arm. "Interesting, but I doubt all that unusual? It's likely the same with most demons. Even so, it'd be wrong to discard it," he sighs, naturally sympathetic to such a thought given he was deceived into feeling the same. "I can't stay though, I don't think I even want to. I don't know, it's odd. Truth known or not, it had your voice and it's. It's weird."
[15:14] Cynric seemed to grow in his own level of comfort, almost physicaly shifting to a stands that had a drop of guard- more casual, his shoulders relaxed as much as they could with the pain of yesterday’s fall still hard on his bones and muscles. But he took much pleasure in the holding, especially as Kashka’s head tilted into his arm, he would smile softly feeling like he was being nuzzled. His general euphoria about it filling his voice. “If you will not stay with me, at least let me find you lodging somewhere near by, safe. I am sorry he had his voice, if I need to change my voice.. something.. Something to keep you from hearing and remembering him, that incident when you hear me, when your around me. But no, it is not unusual at all for Elementalist to take on a summoned element and keep them near and within this plane of existence. It would be ill of me to dismiss him now. He is selfaware of his existence.” Well that wasn’t the only reason, but it would be his reasons to Kashka at present.
[15:23] Kashka felt a bit helpless in controlling the mimicry of relaxation, as the more Cynric did the more apt he felt to. The more he wanted to, going so far as to dropping his staff and spinning around to fully embrace the other man with as much strength as his arms could muster. "No, do not. I loved your voice, I love it still," he pleads, resolve finally cracking like ice in summer. Just really wanting to hold and be held without much concern for otherwise. "It's fine, don't dismiss him. Stay with him, and I can at least keep near to you, yes. I'd like that. I want that. I'm sorry."
[15:30] Cynric made a strange startled, unexpected note as Kashka spun around and sought out a full on embrace that practically brought tears to his eyes. The poor placement of his knife though was likely jarred into his legs as Kashka pressed into him, but so far the fabric was holding and preventing a physical wound.. but he was all to reminded of it. “Than no, I won’t. I will not change my voice then, especially as you like it.. Love it. You love my voice, so I will not change it.” He pulled his arms fully around Kashka, embracing the embrace! “Maybe some day you will come stay with the both of us, but good… I will settle for a place nearby in the mean time.” It was a battle hard fought, and he would eagerly take what he can as he squeezed Kashka warmly and happily. “Welcome back, Kashka. How have I missed you.”
[15:49] Kashka truly couldn't go on pretending something that hadn't been true, even if it felt so at the time. Even if, by all rights and ignoring demons, he ought to at least severely dislike Cynric. He could not, and he was glad to be in the man's arms again properly, where better memories were and where he'd been lost without. "I do," he repeats, fingers gripping tight into Cynric's cowl, face planted in the man's chest and all. "I missed you, so much. Your voice, your warmth, your scent. The stupid things, so many of those. Cynric, dammit, I despaired their loss, I don't. Know. Things are strange, my head's a mess of itself. But I missed you, and I love you. Thank you."
[15:54] Cynric confirmed his hold on Kashka as tight as he could without feat of suffocating or otherwise breaking bones of the smaller man – but it was clear he shared much the same sentiment. The warm flesh of familiarity was a right relief to him that actually had tears welling up in his eyes and a sincere tone, “I missed you very much, Kashka. But you will not have to miss me any longer, my voice, my warmth, my scent.. well..” He laughs, “Honestly I could probably use a bath and some more lemongrass.” His heart was thudding a bit heavily inside his chest, excited for the contact, and the over all stress situation that had been between them. “There were many stupid, amazing, and fun things. Weren’t there. But I will take care of you this time.”
[16:03] Kashka quiet honestly wouldn't mind death by Cynric squish, if one got to chose, that'd be a favorable way to go. And a shame it was he didn't know tears were being shed, but the warmth in Cynric's generally weirdly even tone may have spurned on tears of his own. Regardless he was quite busy now in holding, nuzzling, and enjoying a reunion with a better state of mind than previous. "We could take one together," he offers, quiet, maybe a little sly, but honestly he wasn't a rose garden himself at the moment. "If you want to, I mean. I want to I guess. We can just talk about, ah, whatever you'd like."
[16:09] Cynric snorted with the highly unexpected nature of Kashka’s words that quickly brought a blush to his cheeks. The shiness of Kashka’s words too! Made him sort of swoon a bit before he was kissing gently at Kashka’s cheek. “Yes, Yes. I would enjoy that. I think that would be a great way to otherwise get to become reaquitaned with each other. Tell tales of what we have missed in each others lives. So of course I would want to.” He chuckles softly, secretly delighted for an opportunity to –see- Kashka in such a way as he had gotten very little viewing of the man in previous times. But he would never forget that night at the brothel.
[16:20] Kashka chuckles softly with the sweet natured kiss to his cheek, a bit of a change to the Cynric he knew but a well welcomed one. The idea of what might be exciting Cynric didn't even really cross his mind either. "Alright, it's a date then," he smiles, now finally slacking his hold from the man and taking a step or two back. Mostly to stoop for his cane again. "Is dusk approaching? Should we seek to move?"
[16:28] Cynric had continued to fill the dagger pressing against him- a firm reminder that this night could have gone a completely different way. His intentions were not to kill Kashka and send him to a water grave below, of course… but it was a cold harsh reality that Cynric had truly intended on –making- Kashka come with him, even if it meant carrying a limp and unconscious body back to his cabin. The dagger had been laced with a mild tranquilizer. And the moment that Kashka pulled back, it was enough pressure to nick the knife into him. He made a little bit of a face, feeling the cold still graze his flesh. The would would only be a drop of blood, and he could only hope his own metabolism would work out the poison without falter. “It is in the evening, dusk is settling yes. Are you hungry? Need of water?” He rambled off quickly, unsure of the effects.
[16:31] Kynaston Chasin rolls R6 (CC:c01b): 32, Resist Sedative poison
[16:31] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R6: (1-160):32
[16:40] Kashka was thankfully blissfully ignorant to this intent, but would feel slightly justified in that karma solved this unknown issue for him. Cynric was just going to get what he deserved. But, he didn't know, he was more concerned with the time of day and with nudging up the side of the blindfold that concealed his scrying orb to peer for the scy. Still too bright to 'see', unfortunately. "Both, I suppose," he sighs in defeat, having ignored such needs up until then. Rambling caught him a bit off guard though, enough to warrant turning back to face Cynric again. "And you? Are you unwell?"
[16:44] Cynric felt the hit of the poison course through his body. It made him a bit tired and lethargic in feeling right away, but he rationalized that the effects were not nearly as potent as they were intended to be. That much brought him some relief – but he would still now have to deal with a sudden lack of physical interest and a cloudiness to his mind that was not all in all that bad. “I am… just tired. You mention of the evening reminded me of my poor quality of sleep the past two nights and I think it is just catching up with me. If you need food and water I can direct you to the tavern, and I will just rest while you eat and drink your fill. Than we can see about those baths after that is taken care of.” And he gets to sit for like an hour or two, that sounded unbelievably nice at the moment. “Yes, I think that is a good idea, come. I will lead you to the tavern. Let me treat you too, I have came into a good amount of money over the past few months I have been living on the Isle, and have no one else
[16:44] Cynric spend it on.”