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Echotech71
Alby47
Guardian Angel Haruki
Vampiretwilight
TiEvent:Cold Comfort.
Present: Esmii @BlackRoseSiren,Marz @Th3King0fChaos, Roslyn @Fallenreaper, Khaliun @YummyYummy.
Present: Esmii @BlackRoseSiren,Marz @Th3King0fChaos, Roslyn @Fallenreaper, Khaliun @YummyYummy.
Warehouse Mayhem.
Esmii slowly starts to walk towards the warehouse. However she looks back at the other group, to see if she could catch a glimpse of Sven to try and get his attention, however when she looked back she noticed him looking back at her.
Sven scowled and considered, glancing back worriedly at Esmii. “You stay closhe to them, my love. I promishe I will return. Promishe me back?”
Esmii looking back at Sven, and hearing what he shouted to her, she blushed but she couldn’t lose the worried look on her face. “I Promise I will try to stay safe my love, and you better come back to me”
Sven then nodded back at her, then he set off with Yvain.
After watching Sven walk away Esmii turned slowly and carried on walking towards the warehouse. However she couldn’t help but think of what had happened to Sven earlier and was worried. Because her mind was elsewhere she had walked very far from the others, so she decided to double back and meet up with Marz, Roslyn, Khaliun, and Fritz. She soon met up with them again, and they carried on with the group. Esmii while walking looked around, and tried to keep an eye out for anything.
When the group made their way to the warehouse, they saw that the devices were being unloaded into large sacks. There were three bags already aboard the ship and three more seemed to be in transit.
Esmii decided to quietly enter the warehouse through the door. She quickly and quietly looked around, and she then decided to be stealthy and casted Veil or Shadows. She casted it perfectly, and was able to sneak around the warehouse. She slowly sneaked past the guards, however while she was sneaking past, she kicked a rock, and it made a small noise. Luckily the one guard that looked around after hearing the noise, didn’t inspect it.
Internally Esmii said, Phew. After the scare, she slowly made her way towards the bag, but she was only able to pick up one bag that had 10 devices in it. After she had grabbed the bag, she slowly made her way back outside to the others. And she noticed that a new person had arrived that wasn’t working with the Volti.
As Marz rocketed forth until they neared the warehouse, there he saw the many groups moving bags. He and Roslyn headed towards the boat as once they headed on and Roslyn took the bags, he heard the Cyan Volti cry out and spot them as he attempted to heat her brain, but it nearly knocked her out, but not enough.
Spotting Esmii heading toward the warehouse, Roslyn headed toward the ship. With a little bit of patience and timing, her form inched closer with the aid of her magic. However, her foot hit a squeaky board that echoed across the dock behind her. She stilled, holding her breath when something when two pairs of eyes darted her way.
Impulse kicked in as she jerked her hand out at the nearest threat.
“Gaze of deception: visual,” The words left her lips before she thought of the consequences. Her target's mouth had opened, but his eyes no longer saw anything.
Not wasting time, she rushed to grab three bags and rushed off the ship. She spotted Marz form suddenly take off and smack at the Cyan Volti. She reminded herself that if they survived, she owed Marz a drink on her.
Khaliun opted for the poltergeist approach: Manipulate the goods from outside, quite a bit away from normal range, and had them follow Esmii's lead. But a few mooks noticed.
Fritz walked in like he belonged there. He didn't even conceal his presence beyond Magusjaeger fundamentals, the goons were too busy panicked by the blatant theft. Each one of them, he walked up behind them and bonked their heads, one at the time, without any care in the world. They all fell over, knocked out cold.
Then, Dmitry showed up. A small, fast man with wild black hair and burning eyes, he jumped in through a window, shattering it in the process.He landed among the four masked figures. He smiled. There was nothing particularly unsettling about that smile aside from the context.
But then he moved, and body parts went flying. They were not his, of course, but those of the Volti agents. Two of them were torn limb from limb, their blood staining his nice dark silk clothes. He flicked it away, making a disgusted face. "Now we destroy these, no?"
Dmitry.
Khaliun had remained outside of the building whilst the carnage was unfolding with Fritz having a front row seat to the gruesome introduction of the High Sanguinaire. A loud nasal exhale escaped the Strazi. It was time to join her paid associate inside the building and bear witness to the contrast between Fritz's seamless cleanup and the royal envoy's.
“(Would it not be wiser to keep these weapons for ourselves?)” spoke Khaliun in her native tongue, hammer over her shoulder and her feet half a metre off the ground. “(Especially if our enemies would not hesitate to use them against us.)”
Marz nodded to the humanoid blood storm. "Aye, let's keep one, if we fight or are chased, it can take away their magic."
After Esmii managed to quietly get out of the warehouse she made her way over to Marz. “There you go, Marz. Sorry that I couldn’t grab more.”
Marz took hold of the bag and nodded his head while saying. "Thank ya."
Dmitry turned, his movements smooth and halting at once, very much within the uncanny valley. He sniffed the air as Khaliun spoke. "You would like that," he purred in Vossoriyan. “Wouldn't you, Strazi?” He grinned and licked his lips.
Esmii seeing this strange person that seemed to arrive out of nowhere gave her a strange feeling. She didn’t know why but he made her feel very uneasy. She listened and found out his name was Dmitry.
The moment Marz took hold of the sack, he set it down as he heard the tell tale signs of something brewing. Marz turned and saw the bloodied jester like man and Khaliun facing off with something fierce.
Dmitry merely giggled, and it was not a pleasant sound. He paused suddenly and glanced down at his fingers, still covered in slowly-congealing blood. Then, the sanguinaire blinked and shoved them into his mouth, sucking the blood away. His head did not move at first - only his eyes. They flicked over to Khaliun, taking a moment to skewer each of the others in turn.
Esmii quickly covered her mouth with her hand after she saw him put his blood soaked fingers into his mouth. She felt very scared and what he did made her feel sick.
"Oh," He remarked, removing his fingers from his mouth with a final slurp. "The answer is 'no'. Those weren't our orders." He blinked. "You're not questioning Radomir, are you?" He twisted to regard her more openly - challengingly, even.
Khaliun steadied herself. “It is hard to believe our Protector would throw away weapons of this calibre.” she spoke flatly, gaze cold but just as challenging as the wretched ghoul's.
“If so, I have a proposition for him. The devices are secure now. They are not going anywhere.”
Dmitry began stalking forward, and it was clear that nothing would get in his way. The Volti's hired help had fled. He approached the students, sniffing the air as he drew near. He came right up to Roslyn in particular.
"Hmm... активатор," he mumbled to himself. Then, he held out his hand. "Very well, then. Hand over bags. I take. Job well done." His eyes found Marz as well and he flashed a great big smile.
Roslyn stepped from Khaliun and Dimitry, pulling in close to Marz and Esmii. When she heard footsteps approaching, her eyes turned to see the monster approach. She couldn't help the trembling edging in her hands as she inhaled. Her shoulder slacked, offering the bags.
Marz took his hammer and flipped it in his hand as he smashed it down onto the bag Esmii had passed him. Attempting to destroy the Anti-magic devices while Marz looked directly towards the man. "No, they shall be destroyed."
Dmitry's hand reached out, clawlike, to snatch the bags. He smiled. "Why thank you, my lady."
He licked his lips, eyes roving greedily over the bags' contents as he examined them. He was about to turn his attention to Marz when the hegelan turned his hammer over and smashed the disruptors in one of Esmii's bags. His head jerked to the side, birdlike, and then he was upon Marz, rearing back to strike a fatal blow. He only just stopped himself. He hopped back. He grinned.
"Oh, a man of initiative!" He nodded eagerly. "Radomir will love you!" His eyes darted, momentarily, in the direction of Khaliun, and the grin morphed into a smug smirk.
Khaliun, on the other hand, did not let the goods get so easily wasted. Immense pressure was applied to Marz's shoulder as he lifted his hammer. “Letting a foreigner destroy what is ours, Imperii?”
The Hegelan was hardly given a look, all her focus was on the true danger that lurked among them. “These weapons are a resource. As a soldier and ruler, Dmitry, you should know this.”
Roslyn stepped closer to Esmii as her breath returned.
Esmii noticed that Roslyn was walking closer to her. She grabbed her hand and pulled her, closing the gap between the two of them, both of them stayed close to each other. This thing made Esmii feel really uneasy, and she watched everything he did closely.
Dmitry whirled. "A ruler!" he snarled. "That's right! And you dare question me!?" He was gone from where he'd been, now behind Fritz.
"These weapons are unholy, unnatural things, and they have the power to destroy how many people's lives? Like the people of this town. How many died because these things were brought here by these outsiders!? Keeping them around only increases the risk."
Marz held his ground, attempting to apply equal forces against the pressure Marz felt upon his own shoulder while trying to smash the devices. Dmitry was like a maddened magpie, the moment the shiny devices that took magic away were destroyed, he leaped and bound to try and take Marz' life. It was but a moment when the magpie's hand neared Marz before the mad man recollected himself.
Marz scowled when the name of the man who had this hammer made was brought up. Marz took hold of the handle of the weapon and began to apply more force. Allowing the natives to speak and distract themselves while they spilled what they knew.
Fritz raised an eyebrow. This wasn't the first time some creep tried to pull a 'nothing personnel' on him. He kept calm, flintlock by his flank and aimed behind him. He made sure the Sanguinaire could feel it. “You're like my uncle Hans. Sniff sniff from behind. Adults never let me get close to him.”
Dmitry merely giggled. He sniffed anyhow. "Mmm, skinspeaker." Then, he was gone. The bitch had stopped the hegelan from destroying the devices. That, he knew, was treason. Vossoriyans also knew that there was only one way to deal with treason.
“Guys whatever we are doing with the devices, we should choose later. But right now we need to deal with them ourselves, and not let him have them. We need to work together.”
“I'm starting to think the Helegans aren't the only ones that suffered here... " Roslyn stated, loud enough for her two companions to hear.
Marz saw Dmitry begin his assault, Marz felt the energy on his shoulder lighten slightly, enough for him to overwhelm Khaliun's as he lifted his other hand and fired an arcane lance out and off at Khaliun. Marz barked out at Esmii, "We destroy them! The bitch seems to have other plans!"
Dmitry flew at Khaliun, then, and he was absurdly fast. As soon as Marz's attack forced her to block, his hand scythed through her legs and then the tethered was in three parts, collapsing to the ground. The sanguinaire's eyes lit up with predatory glee as he stalked forward. Then...
"Tethered" He wrinkled his nose. He turned his attention to Fritz. "I offer you triple," he growled, "And you get to live."
He noticed her blood was on his hand. However, he did not lick it clean. Instead, faint flames danced across its surface and it evaporated away. "Disgusting."
Esmii looked at Marz. “Yes I understand that Marz, but why does he want to destroy them, what do they gain if they are destroyed, what's his motive”
Dmitry grimaced and let out a bark of ironic laughter. "We get rid of a weapon that can cause a fucking genocide, you stupid girl. Motive enough for you, shit-for-brains!?"
Khaliun had barely avoided being struck by the lance, but it was enough for her to lower her guard. A millisecond later and she was legless, on the floor, or rather on her hammer that fell first. Blood pissed and oozed out of her freshly sliced stumps.
The Strazi clenched her jaw tightly to stifle any sound, eyes bloodshot. But just as it seemed like she was to succumb to such a nasty blow, a quick tug of her magic and the opening of a small vial of skinglue miraculously attached her limbs back together. The Tethered ascended once more, panting and forehead covered in sweat.
“I do have a goal.” croaked Khaliun in a raspy voice. “I'm fighting for Vossoriya. And feeble minds like you are what keeps us weak.” a scowl of disgust befell both Marz and Dmitry.
“Your own chaos marbles are what killed so many. The very weapons YOU put under this town.” he accusatory finger was directed at the Sanguinaire. “You had no qualms manufacturing instruments of death with those things.” Then, she looked at Fritz. “I have paid you, and more, up until now. Why would this creep keep his word? Especially with that mana type of yours ...”
Dmitry smacked his lips at the mention of Skinspeaker. He did not yet have it.
"These devices seem more defensive than offensive. We still need to get the weapons..." Roslyn shouted, trying to talk the situation down. However, a small sensation in her gut told her it was too late. "Shit... We don't need to kill her!"
When Dmitry attacked and badly injured Khaliun, Esmii screamed. “No, don't kill her!”
Dmitry laughed. "Nooo don't kill her!" he mimicked mockingly. He laughed some more. "And why shouldn't I? She is my enemy. She is trying to convince you to let her have weapons that can destroy countries and, what's worse, you're listening to her!!!" He shook his head incredulously.
Khaliun sneered. “I didn't put all the marbles under a city and order monks to wipe out the town to protect your secrets.” then, she exploded.
Not from a loss of control. Something else was driving her nuts.
“AND WHO DO YOU HAVE TO THANK FOR SAVING KIRIMANSK FROM THAT, HUH?! WHO HAD THE WEAPON TO BLAST AWAY SO MUCH DEATH?! ME! I SAVED ALL OF YOU!”
Marz barked out. "Simple things. Magic cancelling devices hurt people with magic-" Khaliun then spoke, and Marz took his hammer, and fire burned. The heat became hotter and Marz turned to Dmitry and growled. "You...". He was now dead locked on his new target.
"You put them down there." Marz' eyes flared with fire. "I'm breaking you"
Dmitry tilted his head. "Well, I can't take all the credit," he admitted. Then, he licked his lips. "Bronzeblood."
Esmii rushed to Khaliun's side. She healed her as fast as she could, the damage was significant, however she was able to heal her fully and she managed to give her a bit of a buff, as she noticed she looked invigorated.
