"Wooden leg" LOL thanks for the laugh. It really helps. Been going through a rough time lately due to both of my grandparents passing away. Been hard to sleep.
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Allanon's eyes locked onto the mask of the Calabris Ambassador. He had worn a mask just like it in his times as their agent. He pointed his blade towards the Ambassador with a cold glare. It was difficult to restrain himself from charging the foe in front of him. He had no idea the capabilities of this Ambassador, but he knew each and every one of them were deadly.
Malkhad was despicable to threaten to execute a harmless child. He was a powerhouse that couldn’t be underestimated though as he and Dorran clashed with him handily slaying Dorran. Suddenly, he was caught off guard by Bidzil when he sprouted a wing and moved almost faster than he could see to intercept Malkhad’s second attempt on the child’s life. The child’s life was saved for now.
The shockwave that came from Malkhad's strike against caused him to slide back, and he was rather amazed he managed to avoid getting thrown off his feet completely. He was unsure of what caused the young man to get such a power boost, and he wasn't even sure if Bidzil was still alive after that. Likely not, considering Dorran's death to the same foe, however, he took advantage of the silence from the aftermath of the strike and called out to Malkhad and the Ambassador.
”You’re so strong that you must slaughter defenceless children to assert your dominance?” Allanon’s voice was cold and hateful as he pointed his sword at Malkhad. ”Pathetic. I expect as much from a Calabris Ambassador.” He nudged his head toward the Ambassador. ”However, you fancy yourself a warrior that has inherited Krogan’s soul? I doubt that it’s at all satisfying for you to defeat the helpless and weak. Come, I, Allanon Valentis, founder of the Valentis Sword Style, ‘retired’ Ironblade of the Calabris will take you both on.”
He looked at Kistal with a fierce expression that only slightly softened with a wink only Kistal could see. ”Do what you do, friend.” He stated calmly. He took measured steps forward carefully watching his opponents’ movements. He whispered to himself a quick prayer to himself. ”Marrisa Faye, my beloved, guide my hand as I protect the defenseless and innocent.”
Malkhad was despicable to threaten to execute a harmless child. He was a powerhouse that couldn’t be underestimated though as he and Dorran clashed with him handily slaying Dorran. Suddenly, he was caught off guard by Bidzil when he sprouted a wing and moved almost faster than he could see to intercept Malkhad’s second attempt on the child’s life. The child’s life was saved for now.
The shockwave that came from Malkhad's strike against caused him to slide back, and he was rather amazed he managed to avoid getting thrown off his feet completely. He was unsure of what caused the young man to get such a power boost, and he wasn't even sure if Bidzil was still alive after that. Likely not, considering Dorran's death to the same foe, however, he took advantage of the silence from the aftermath of the strike and called out to Malkhad and the Ambassador.
”You’re so strong that you must slaughter defenceless children to assert your dominance?” Allanon’s voice was cold and hateful as he pointed his sword at Malkhad. ”Pathetic. I expect as much from a Calabris Ambassador.” He nudged his head toward the Ambassador. ”However, you fancy yourself a warrior that has inherited Krogan’s soul? I doubt that it’s at all satisfying for you to defeat the helpless and weak. Come, I, Allanon Valentis, founder of the Valentis Sword Style, ‘retired’ Ironblade of the Calabris will take you both on.”
He looked at Kistal with a fierce expression that only slightly softened with a wink only Kistal could see. ”Do what you do, friend.” He stated calmly. He took measured steps forward carefully watching his opponents’ movements. He whispered to himself a quick prayer to himself. ”Marrisa Faye, my beloved, guide my hand as I protect the defenseless and innocent.”
That was a bit harder to type than I expected, and maybe not to the quality I was hoping for. I am on a massive caffeine detox, so I'm not all that focused.
Listener felt impressed at just how successful her venture turned out to be. She also felt very guilty over the hurtful words exchanged as a result of it. She could see why people did not like Ruskali's ravings and "premonitions". Everyone was living a mostly peaceful life of luxury. She could also understand why Ruskali was so panicked and alert. Although, she would not have gone the route he did with expressing those concerns.
She started slipping through the crowd on the way to the alleyway. She considered the situation as she did. She knew all to well how things could go from great to horrifying all too fast. She was responsible for such an instance. If Archer was one of the non-believers, she definitely had the foresight at least to prepare in the instance she was wrong. Listener really hoped that things stayed good.
As Listener gained some distance from Ruskali, she looked back toward the defeated looking man, and she stepped out of the way to stop and take a look at the man. From what she could see, Ruskali was just a man that loved his people. Love them so much that he was willing to be ostracized. How he was housing a Nox and why was confusing for her.
Listener took a deep breath before turning back toward the alleyway she was heading to. "Alright, guys I'm almost there. Is it really as bad as was said?"
She started slipping through the crowd on the way to the alleyway. She considered the situation as she did. She knew all to well how things could go from great to horrifying all too fast. She was responsible for such an instance. If Archer was one of the non-believers, she definitely had the foresight at least to prepare in the instance she was wrong. Listener really hoped that things stayed good.
As Listener gained some distance from Ruskali, she looked back toward the defeated looking man, and she stepped out of the way to stop and take a look at the man. From what she could see, Ruskali was just a man that loved his people. Love them so much that he was willing to be ostracized. How he was housing a Nox and why was confusing for her.
Listener took a deep breath before turning back toward the alleyway she was heading to. "Alright, guys I'm almost there. Is it really as bad as was said?"
I've been planning a post, just been a bit busy for it. If you get to it before I do, no worries though.
Yes.... pretend... I'm with you there.
I'll have a post up soon (likely within 12 hours unless my horrendously mutilated sleep cycle puts me in a coma).
Sleep cycle? What's that?
Honestly, I think I should retroactively change Listener to Gypsy. Not sure why I didn't think of Gypsy in the first place... it's absolutely perfect as much as I enjoy the irony of Listener.
I'm not sure if I worded this in a way that was 100% clear, so let me know if I need to rework this post a bit, but here we go!
Listener smiled as she put the earpiece in. She then realized. While she was quite familiar with Rig's major sites as she had spent a lot of time here in her travels it wasn't like she knew this place like she was a resident. She knew Ruskalii was a big figure in the city and with that notoriety she was pretty sure his home was quite well known. Even if it was just to be avoided. Judging from her reaction to Iris and Rose's questions, Archer was using this mission to test out the quality of each new Ze and would not help.
She clapped her hands together. "Alright! So, it seems no one knows where Ruskalii lives." She then looked at Archer. "And this is definitely a test." She faced the crowd. "I have an idea."
She slipped into the crowd with cat-like grace. She was about to use a trick that she used to do to play around with people during events like this. She found a part of the crowd where a woman was standing behind someone, but there was enough space for Listener to stand. The noise would prove to create an interesting challenge, but she was fairly certain she could hear well enough.
"Hey, I think it's time we filed an official complaint with the officials," Listener said to the back of the person in front of her. "Where does Ruskalii live, again? We're going to need that for the paperwork."
Once she finished speaking, Listener slid over to the side. Close enough so that she could listen to the person after they turned around to respond to the question thinking it was the woman behind them. Far enough so that she could remain incognito. She even turned around to look at a stall that just so happened to be close enough. Her eyes scanning over the various woodcrafts that were for sale at this stall.
The last time she did this trick, Listener accidentally and happily played the role of matchmaker. She only just thought of this idea for the use of learning information incognito. If anyone in the crowd believed Ruskalii stating the Ze believed him it was possible they would not be willing to talk with a Ze too much. However, if they believed were talking with fellow protesters then it would be easier for her to get this information.
If she had to then she would simply repeat her trick with another person until she got the needed information.
She clapped her hands together. "Alright! So, it seems no one knows where Ruskalii lives." She then looked at Archer. "And this is definitely a test." She faced the crowd. "I have an idea."
She slipped into the crowd with cat-like grace. She was about to use a trick that she used to do to play around with people during events like this. She found a part of the crowd where a woman was standing behind someone, but there was enough space for Listener to stand. The noise would prove to create an interesting challenge, but she was fairly certain she could hear well enough.
"Hey, I think it's time we filed an official complaint with the officials," Listener said to the back of the person in front of her. "Where does Ruskalii live, again? We're going to need that for the paperwork."
Once she finished speaking, Listener slid over to the side. Close enough so that she could listen to the person after they turned around to respond to the question thinking it was the woman behind them. Far enough so that she could remain incognito. She even turned around to look at a stall that just so happened to be close enough. Her eyes scanning over the various woodcrafts that were for sale at this stall.
The last time she did this trick, Listener accidentally and happily played the role of matchmaker. She only just thought of this idea for the use of learning information incognito. If anyone in the crowd believed Ruskalii stating the Ze believed him it was possible they would not be willing to talk with a Ze too much. However, if they believed were talking with fellow protesters then it would be easier for her to get this information.
If she had to then she would simply repeat her trick with another person until she got the needed information.
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