[h3][i][b]Ricon Fields - The infernomancer[/b][/i][right][i][u]Just like going home[/u][/i][/right][/h3]

A fetch mission? And a assasination?

Yeah Ricon couldn't believe it at first. Find, Tristana, Yorleif and Nashur, and the things they found out. Then kill the God-King of Sulfrey? Ricon could only gape abit at that. That's a mission onto True Death. But, what's he going to do? He can't back out, not now at any rate. He wonders how long they are going to have to prepare.

But soon he starts feeling his eyes grow heavy.

And he curses. Of course it was going to be that way.

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Gods of Flame, Heat and Fiery Beyond, it felt good to sleep. Really sleep. Oh it felt wonderful, something about a lack of the oppressive and dominanting weight of the Maw. So wonderful in fact that Ricon was very reluctant to allow his consciousness to return. The young man rolled onto his back then bit out a curse, something just poked him in the back! He jerked up, blurrily looking behind him seeing a tree stump sitting there. His eyes snapped open wider, screw the brillance of the sun. He looked at the tree, then stood.

That's why it felt so freeing. The domination of the Warden is not immediate!

And he began to laugh. "Yes!" He laughed somemore. "Yes!" he hollered.

He worked his arms, then thrust his left arm to the side and up. The sound of many ripping piece of fabric preceded the roar of a brilliant yellow jet of flame and heat. Again he yelled "Yes!" And his right arm jerked out and up, a great ball of almost blue flame gouted out, scorching the grass beneath it from the heat. He cackled and laughed again, "YES! Finally! Finally! Oh it feels so good to use it again. It's like a drug, a drug I've long been unable to use!" He pulled both arms down, then with a grunt he drew Embershard of his hip, thrust the point into the air, sucking and wooshing as the blade heated then burst into red flames, and the motion almost continued, as he nearly drove the tip of the blade into the ground at his feet. Almost to the point of channeling his greatest of destroying fire magics. But he stops, letting the flames on the blade lick and crackle. Instead he gathers them into his hands, sliding the sword back into it's scabbard. And with the flames dancing about his hands he tosses it into the air, where it floats and flickers then splits, first into two, then two into four. And then four of his little fire spirites giggles and flutter about him, orbiting about him. He grins, cradling one of the cooing spirites in his hand, "Hello there little friend. Welcome back, it's been awhile." Another of the sprirtes tugs at his robe. And Ricon turns to see the others, "Hmmm interesting. We have new friends perhaps?" He smiled at Ruby hearing her ask the same thing. An aura of flame, like a great circle of fire flares up over his shoulders, haloing his head in a faint halo of fire. He grins, "No funny business..." He slows and trails off, looking out beyond the group of criminals, creatures, fools and ne'er-do-wells.

Ricon's broad smile pales abit, then points behind the group, "That's the Spine. I think this is the Kasan Plateau by the look and smell of it." He says, "So that's west." He answers Brorin in that moment. He spins, his spirites and halo trailing with him, "If that's the Spine....then East should be there." He points away from the group, then turns again to face south, "If that all adds up we're not even in the Westerlands anymore. Almost out of reach of the King." he turns to look at the group, "I used to do my Banditry in and around parts like this." He points to the north, "There's a forest about 20 hours on a brisk walk, with one of the Low Roads leading South and South West to and through the Spine, merchant caravans often use it to get to Lands abroad or avoid the direct High Road South to Sulfrey. Less tolls. But good pickings for a brave bandit." He grins, "We're actually I'd say maybe 2 days away from Sulfrey if we stick to the Lower Roads and the Forest Paths. I know my way around here if you can trust me."

He grins and slowly takes a step North East, "I'll even sweeten the deal." He points the way he's starting to move, "There's some crags. North North East of here, I had a cache there, back during my High Banditry days, after leaving the College. For abit, I was rather wealthy, picking off trade and merchant caravans. Gold, silver, gems and jewelry, I'd steal rare spices and materials to then sell to black market dealers around the land. They'd try and fleece me bare, then I'd come back and well persuade them to pay properly. The Black Marketeers learned right quick not to try and screw me over. I know for a fact the King, and the College didn't find all my caches. And this one was so out of the way, I'd bet you all, balls to bones, that it's still filled with riches." As he walks he then points East, "Just don't go that way. Those Reavers? The cut throats and blood drinkers are over there, yeah we stay quiet and go this way." He says as he takes a few more steps and urges the group to follow, "They won't know we're here. And if we get to my cache. We'll have money for later. May even be a weapon or two in there for those who want something unique. Honestly it's been a few years can't remember what all I put in this particular cache. Got a few more caches spread out all over the place too, who knows if we might come across them right? What do you all say hmmm?"


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