A collaboration between @Frettzo, @Famotill, and @BishopMor'Dor stood before the Mage Leader, one of the most influential people in Caracas, he and his brother. But as the mage talked he couldn't tear his eyes from the Foreas. He saw the green nature creature from up high but didn't pay them much attention at the time. But now that she was standing in front of him? Truly fascinating. Not many people live to tell the tale of such creatures but those who do...their tales are always happy. As if taken from a children's fairy tale. He never considered the reward he would get for reaching out to find one worth it compared to the spending and risks he would take. Fate had a cruel way with timing. Now, in his lowest moment he actually found what he would've truly appreciated in his greatest heights.
"Beautiful.."-was all he could mutter until he focused to the mage again.
"Yes, I believe we can both obtain what we desire from this alliance."-he said while eyeing the creature momentarily.
"I am at your service until you regain power over the city again. What is your next move?"The mage side-eyed the tiefling before him; his protective stance only now dissolving into one of more trust. He found himself intrigued by the air of this character standing in front of him. He had a stoicness that he hadn't known the tieflings could possess. Typically tieflings that found themselves in Caracas were fleeing the Four Pillar Cities out of fear for their barbaric practices. Instead this man was calm and poised.
Shaking the feeling the mage motioned towards the south east.
"I need to retrieve a few incantations from my post. We'll need to move quickly, and use the back alleys to avoid detection. I'd rather avoid the messiness of a street brawl today." The man was much more pompous and manicured than what one might expect from the leader of a mage guild. His robes were cleaned and neatly tucked with few creases lining the silk and leather.
"The back alleys here smell like really bad quality compost, if we're going to go through them, I'd like to be able to wash myself soon after. Will that be possible, Dantel?" Isobel surveyed her surroundings before she divided her attention between the way they came back from and the Noble.
"Yes, of course." Dantel shrugged before turning his attention towards the alleys.
"Come this way."Dantel peeled off into one of the many intricately compact alleys of Caracas. The sounds of screaming could still be heard as mages and non-compliant citizens were rounded up by the guards. They clearly had little regard for their safety.
"Sebastian...you fool. What have you done," Dantel muttered to himself as the three waded through the puddles of the city.
"You two, go this way.""Yes sir!"-voices could be barely heard a few turns ahead.
The chaotic noise of the crowd and soldiers made it very difficult to tell voices and words apart. That's why Mor'Dor didn't sense them coming. He only noticed the guards when they were just right around the corner. The noise of their armor and the systematic way in which
they ran gave it away. The close proximity in which Mor'Dor noticed them along with the split second he assumed them to be guards he made an instinctual decision as he unclasped his blades from his belt, bolted in front of his 2 companions, his feet light as air, and performed a silent spin just as he passed the corner.
The first guard was surprised when this red monk came spinning around the corner and appearing before him. Just as he was about to raise his weapon everything turned upside down and rolled around a few times before darkness. His head touched the floor way before the knees of his now headless body could buckle. Though he had guessed the height of the first guy, he cut the second guard's head in half, starting just below the eyes. His was a quicker death.
"Lets move, we don't have much time until they trap us in these alleys."- the Tiefling said as he performed two sharp cuts with his blades on both sides to remove the blood before placing them on his belt again. He seemed completely unfazed for having killed 2 men.
"That...wasn't terrifying...not one bit." Dantel found himself in awe of the tieflings speed. Remembering the severity of the situation he quickly refocused before leading the two further into the southern parts of the city.
"There's a sickness that's been infecting the local elven populations. I haven't studied the effects on your kind. I'd be careful tiefling," the mage warned as they continued forward. They had reached the slums of the city- an alienage of sorts when foreigners typically resided. The district was made up largely of elves, and there were sounds of distant coughing the muddied the cries throughout the city. It somehow managed to smell even worse here, perhaps the supposedly futile attempts of nobles to freshen the air with their perfumes wasn't in fact so hopeless.
It looked to him like the mage would love the idea of dissecting him to further his own agenda on finding a cure, if that was the true reason behind his actions. Looking at the guy from behind and when they talked face to face, he was sure accustomed nicely to wealth and finer things. You could see it from the way he dressed to the way he talked and held himself. And yes, the sickness. He heard of it before reaching the port of Caracas. It was certainly bad for tourism....whoever might want to visit this pile of sand and dust.
"So how does this virus spread?""It's fungal so typically through physical exposure," Dantel's voice was cautious as he patrolled their route to avoid more guards.
"I wouldn't be surprised if it thrived in the water." The alleyways were still lined with the warm rose water that decorated much of Caracas. However it was far dirtier here. Trash and rubble clogged portions of the drains along the street. It felt particularly noticeable upon Dantel's assertion.
"By the way, I'm gonna give some of my sap to Dantel so he can cure the wood elves." Isobel said to Mor'Dor with Dantel nodding affirmatively as she did so.
"Your sap must be really special to have these properties. Mind if I try some?"Isobel looked at Mor'Dor, narrowing her eyes,
"Mind if I try your blood?""Of course."-he said as he pulled out his blade ready to cut his hand.
Isobel sighed and shook her head,
"That was... I just... Nevermind."He must've misjudged the traditions of these fairy tale creatures. Maybe they weren't so different from the rest of them after all. But just looking at her, it was mesmerizing, her looks, her...beauty, in the Tiefling's own strange way. For him, everything new and never seen before belonged in a special category of it's own. He wanted to know more about the forest creature.
"I apologize if I have offended you. I would like to know more though. About you, your people, your home.""Huh, maybe later, right now is not the time. I'm Isobel, by the way!""Mor'Dor Guldur. The pleasure is all mine."-he answered, not bothering the Foreas any further along the way. All the while running behind them, he studied every detail of the creature, from head to toe. It was pure curiosity.
