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Sariel


The sudden appearance of this strange woman from the grassy knoll had Ruby twisting around, ready to let out another ear shattering scream. Instead, her primed body slowly began to unwind as she heard the less than warm introductions.

It was just another person asking for her name and story. Rolling her eyes, she completely ignored the smooth-talking lady. She neither had the inclination nor the ability to tell her name or story, even if she was able to somehow get it across to her.

Instead, something else caught her interest. In particular, the sight of Viktor on top of a skeletal horse gave her an idea. She, too, had no desire to spend the next few days walking on foot, and she would be lying if the sight of the dragon-like creature didn't intrigue her more than frighten her now that it was tamely sitting there.

On quiet feet through the bloodied battlefield, one moment Ruby was talking to the large ogre, and the next, she was up next to the wyvern and holding out a hand gently towards its muzzle. The beast seemed confused to begin with, understandably so, as a strange woman reached out to it. Though as its nostrils flared to smell her, it came along a scent that seemed somehow calming, almost familiar. Almost like the same scent it now knew as itself...

Her pale hand reached the wyvern's head without any rebuke, and then quietely she stroked the forehead as she stared at the creature with wonder. Pulling away, her face was lit up with a genuine warm smile as she looked over the creature. Well, that was till her eyes flicked up to the rider.

Mouth set into a line, and she walked over to the side of the large beast. Before the rider even knew what was going on, she uncerimously shoved him off his wyvern steed. Letting him fall to the hard, bloodied ground with a loud thud.

Then, before he was able to do anything, Ruby pulled herself up into the leather saddle on top of the large undead flying steed. Making herself comfortable in her new seat, she only gave the displaced man enough attention to raise an eyebrow at him as if daring him to do something about it.

Thuk rose from the ground in an instant, his features not angry, not yet, but quite bemused.

Sariel’s laughter cut through any potential violence, "Thuk, the lady is no doubt tired after our brief sojourn and unfortunate encounter with you and your men. No doubt, an honorable knight, like you, would be pleased to offer her a seat on his noble steed and a chance to regain her strength."

There was no challenge in Thuk’s eyes as he nodded, offering a quick bow to the necromancer and then the siren.

"You can always ride double, if she permits it,” Sariel added with a smile.


A proud smirk decorated her face, Ruby turned to the unfortunate Thuk to give him an expression that just said one thing: he was fat out of luck on that ever happening. This was her ride now, and she had no intention of sharing, especially with a man who had been their enemy only minutes ago.
In retrospect, I wish I'd decided on playing a character. I miss engaging with your guys, doing dialogue, and stuff like that. Being a once-in-a-week narrator really isn't too much fun -_-


You could make them one of the people they are supposed to meet up with, or someone at the cache or the warden deciding they needed an extra hand and throwing someone else in. We can surely find a way to get a new character into the party.
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Azir


Silence and peace settled down upon the land, and Ruby let out a shuddering sigh of relief. They had made it. She was experimentally moving the small cooing ball of fire over to her shoulder when the shouting of panic and doom shattered the quiet.

She turned around in shock to see what had caused such fear, but before she could question much, it all became very evident when the ground under her shook with the impact of the ogre's landing. “Ach, you cursed numbskull of a creature!” she heard Brorin call as he slung away the still-smoking chains that had held their enemies’ amulet just moments before.

She stood there hesitantly for a moment, unsure if the warnings meant she should be running or if they had time. However, when she heard the whispered out pain, her tense body yielded. She couldn't just leave a wound like that, it would surely get infected, if not worse. They had enough time for her to do at least a little something.

Turning, she quickly approached the man who had fainted so easily at her voice. Not giving any explanation, she grabbed at Brorin’s bag and began rummaging through the goods she had seen him collecting on their path. To his slight dismay, and slightly greater confusion, he decided to oblige her. Kindness? his expression seemed to ask, in this group? What a strange soul, this girl. Inside the bag there were Dandelions, beetle shells, berries, and some odd coloured liquid. She shoved it all to the side as she went through his supplies before finally coming across some lavender.

Pulling it out with a triumphant smile, she abandoned the bag and the rattled man attached to it, muttering something about how he was going to use it for his pillowcase, before heading over to the large woman. Ruby hardly made it up to the ogre's waist, yet she still gestured to her chest with no fear or holding back in her actions. It took a while, but finally, Azir seemed to understand enough to pass her her flask of mystery liquid.

The ogre seemed quite confused about why the woman named Ruby was pointing at her chest. “You want drink?” She asked while raising an eyebrow. It took some time for her to finally get what Ruby wanted from her—reaching into her dirty cleavage to retrieve the flask and hand it over to Ruby.

Unscrewing the cap, Ruby sniffed before shaking her head slightly. Nodding to herself, she held her hand expectantly and looked toward the ogre's.

As the necromancers did their reanimations and binding, creating guides and servants, Ruby was hard at work crushing up the lavender in one hand before mixing it with the strong alcohol as she dressed the bad looking burn. Ruby really didn’t like the look of that symbol or how it branded the other woman’s flesh, but she could only do so much. So she cleaned as she could before finally finding a cleaner cloth free of blood and dirt before rebinding it up.

Handing the flask to Ruby while watching her curiously what she would do. Watching with a careful eye in case she tried to harm her. But it didn’t seem Ruby had any ill intentions and in fact, did something quite generous for her. Smiling, which showed off her gnarled and yellow teeth. This was something quite strange for her since no one had ever done something nice to her. The only other person she could think of was her mate. Most people would not want to look at her, let alone touch her.

“Thank you screaming wo-man. Me appreciate da help.” Using her large pinkie to gently rub the top of her head. Putting away the flask back between her chest she carried on what she was doing.


Work done, she held the flask back to the larger woman with a clumsy but warm smile. The gentle affection surprised her, but her awkward smile just widened before she flattened her hair back down. She had done what she could.

It was only then she heard the end of the conversation about where they should go. They had a choice, and she already could tell which one she would prefer. So, in an uncannily familiar voice, she spoke for the first time since she had met any of them and repeated Viktor's own words back to him, "Ricon's cache."

Azir, when she meets Ael-Gol.


Hehe I already knew exactly what clip it was going to be before I saw it.
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How's it going, friends? It's been a week since most of you posted. Almost two weeks for some. Are you still with us?


Doing a collab with @BigPapaBelial :D
It should be out sooner than later

@Chrys I'd say he's dead, unless you need him to be otherwise on part of the story.


Wraith was very much intending to kill him, yeah. But I mean, just 'cause he's dead doesn't mean we can't still talk to/interrogate/bully him; we do have a necromancer, after all. B)


Nah, it's all good. I was just thinking if he was close to death, Ruby could use her death song but another time.
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Is Thuk dead or just blinded?
Ruby

Lungs heaving, Ruby's small pale form shuddered as she hid behind the large frost giant woman. Not even looking to see the destruction that she had caused, she had yet to see that she had downed one of their own thrown together team. Instead, her eyes were focused on the dirt path, not aware of what other horrors her side was inflicting until the booming, angry voice shocked her.

Taking a shaken step backward, she stared wide eyed at the large woman before her. What was she going on about?! She couldn't understand her, they had been charging towards them. The exact same reavers they had been saying they should avoid. They had let out a war cry for fuck's sake!

Though still, she looked past the giant to see the destroyed forces of the raiders. The sight of them now crushed or stripped of flesh, cowardly hiding and screaming in pain had her shocked. Her mind had come up with images of bloodthirsty barbarians ready to do unthinkable things, but this... this was not that.

Wait! A WYVERN!?

Her eyes looked to the sky, staring up in fear as she looked for any signs of the terrifying beast. She had only heard of such creatures before, but to actually face one was a whole new horrifying situation.
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