Fetzen

New Beginnings

Batharyn could feel her arm touch his. It was an entirely unexpected thing, so even though he couldn't feel the magic flowing like her, he pulled his arm back until its muscles were tightly pressed against his massive torso. It was a quick move, but not quick enough for him to prevent what he had no idea of.

What the yet, at least from his own perspective, undiscovered thief could see though was the very strange and quite horrifying behaviour of his female guest. Normally if one's eyes twisted to hard that there was only white to be seen that person was in serious health trouble, so Batharyn instinctively prepared for grabbing her in case she'd collapse. His mind was flooded with thoughts about what to do if the worst would happen. What would his employer think ? It could only be a horrible thing, maybe even more horrible than one of the guests dying in his hands.

Luckily Selina's weird state proved to be a very transient one. Only moments later she seemed to be back to normal, at least seen from outside. "Are you sure you're alright ?" Batharyn's voice had significantly increased in volume as if to make sure that he'd reach her even if she'd still be halfway unconscious -- at this point he had instantaneously stopped caring about his master being able to listen or not. This was more important and one could tell from his facial expression that her answer had a very hard time to convince him.

He had no idea what had happened. How could he ? So far he had believed her to be some kind of phony who's primary discipline was to pull one's money out of one's coin purse without stealing it (like he did). The strange image of the items she appeared to be carrying in her back had only helped to fortify this impression. For some moment he considered abandoning his plans of paying her room another late night visit, however he could also observe her while eating to check if she'd really be alright. In that case he could continue without his conscience putting up a rebellion...

"Okay, let's go down. Shall I support you ?" That would probably difficult to explain to his employer, but what kind of auxiliary he'd be if he'd let a guest go downstairs knowing that she'd collapse at any time and hit her head on some hard and nasty edge ?

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@POOHEAD189 I'd lie to you if I'd say that I wouldn't be disappointed by this turn of events. I've probably spent more time on the two attempts it took to create my character and get it accepted than on actually playing him and the heap of utter disappointment I had to face this week already was miles high. However participating in another GM's RP is a privilege, not a right -- so I'd like to thank you for the very short, but pleasureable time in this RP and hope that the other one I'm in won't fall victim to similar circumstances.

New Beginnings

Batharyn spent more than one second on turning his head and leaning out of the doorframe towards the cramped hallway, checking if there was anyone there. Then he returned his attention to her, a somewhat sheepish facial expression decorating him. "Don't underestimate him. I have no doubt that he could easily take your words, flip them around and let the pointed end of the spear rest on your chest. He could claim that I must have left my neutral attitude and tried to please you especially well for you to put in such a good word for me."

The thief sighed, a colossal amount of air leaving his only one-third filled lungs. "However... I'd leave my neutral attitude as well if I'd try to prevent one of his guests from doing something that one guests wants to do. So... Let's say I haven't heard anything, alright ?" His last words were accompanied by a more open smile towards Selina.

Batharyn's mind was still trying to make sense of what he had felt. What the hell could that spherical object be ? An actual glass ball ? So far he had believed that to be nothing but a stereotype, but something about her was... highly unusual. Her eyes had been almost piercing, as if really looking inside his metaphysical layer. If he'd make the ultimate decision to steal things of her he'd have to be careful. More careful than he probably was used to in this context since most guests were too drunk to be uneasy targets. And that was the next keyword.

"Eaten ?" He arched an eyebrow, trying to look casually. "My master can't influence the quality of the meat we get from the local butcher, so I'd say what you can get here is quite good for the most part. I'd try to go around the beer though... Want some wine instead ?" At this point Batharyn was glad that his official duties were congruent to his more sinister planning.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Retreat ? How nice... Well... Not that the Skayleigh actually felt any real urge to firmly rebuff this proposal -- his body insisted on not to --, but it still hurt mentally. An-Hasst could feel the surge of adrenaline slowly subside now that he was idling around. The deeper the moment of him lying on the ground and facing the danger of immediate death had ventured down time's infinite throat, the more he considered this battle to be a nice and, most importantly, varied show in comparison to the monotony of walking around all day.

He had not taken any notice of the priest's quick appliance of greed towards the dead Rog Captain, but even if he had he probably wouldn't have cared about it. Anyone eager to stick his head into the filth that had to be on the inside of an ugly enemy's helmet ? How could this hurt the dead ? It would only hurt the poor guy feeling the need to make this descision. An-Hasst wasn't ready for grabbing the Rog's armor: Too much trouble for the little time they had left and most of the parts had no chance of fitting to his own body without massive rework anyway. The this halberd however...

The Skayleigh thudded over to the corpse, now indeed wondering where the rog's helmet had gone so suddenly. At least the flow of blood was starting to diminish, but some droplets were still raining down from underneath his armored coat. He firmly stepped onto the rog's hand still holding the halberd's shaft, cracking some minor bones in the process. That weapon looked like brute force would already be sufficient to deal very major damage, something his bajonets had proven they could never deliver. The weapon was pulled out of the rog's shattered hand and An-Hasst let it rest on his own shoulder now before he turned towards the muscled monk again. "A way out of here ? What kind of way ?" While asking, the Skayleigh didn't hesitate to follow Beren though.

@POOHEAD189@The Fated Fallen@Sypherkhode822@Banana@BCTheEntity

New Beginnings

"Might I help you with this ?" Batharyn had noticed that something large and heavy had to be inside the bag she was carrying around on her back. It certainly couldn't be comfortable, especially for a woman he didn't consider to be physically strong. He said this while they were walking through the main hall, allowing his master to see and hear how helpful his auxiliary was for his paying guests. However him helping her had another side effect: As his hand reached forward to support the heavy bag from below while not entirely putting it off her back, his fingers could effortlessly fiddle around and analyze what could be inside it once they were out of everyone's sight. He was very good at doing this, anticipating which move could cause a suspicious noise that had the potential to let the victim take notice of his action.

"Good word with my master ? If you want my advice, then don't do this. Just... don't!" Batharyn had held back these words until they had left the wooden stairs behind them and were standing in front of the door that led to her room and even then he only spoke them out with low volume. His hand had finished its work, but the result was inconclusive. What kind of weird stuff was this woman carrying around ? Well... if she claimed herself to be a real soothsayer... what could he expect ? Anyway there could be precious metals or other valuable stuff in there, in one form or another...

"It's a room with a single bed and a large window. I hope you'll like it ?" Smiling, he pulled out a ring of iron keys. Most of them were in a similar state of decay as the halfway rusted locks they fit in, but Batharyn's master constantly insisted on keeping the room's locked even if they currently weren't occupied. Too great was the threat of a bandit climbing up and coming in through those windows...

The Tales of Adventum [Re-Opened]

Oops. Sorry. Myst and I have been talking, so I forgot to be posting here.

@Fetzen and @rush99999, and @Cu Chulainn if you would like, Myst and I have a currently nameless team set up and we would like another partner or two or even three (though that may get tricky, I don't want to exclude anyone!), and we're looking for some creative team names, too.

@TaroAndSelia

I'd like to join the team :) Maybe my creativity will spring back to life on weekend when this week of hell is over.

New Beginnings

Batharyn got the slight feeling that she could be opposed to his idea of working 'for free' this one time. However he frankly didn't care much about it. He really had not much money to his avail and even he had had, there would have been no reason for him to spend it on everyone whom he barely knew and whom he had never seen 'in action' before. He didn't react to it and remained where he was, hardly moving at all.

The thief's tracked her hands as she let them move seemingly arbitrarily through the air at a slow speed. Batharyn listened to her words and his mind tried to compile them just in time. The immediate outcome of this was... well... not very satisfying. She saw shadows ? Yeah of course then she had so see light as well. Shadow's couldn't be without light surrounding them, could they ? And then the string of fate. Yes of course there was some kind of connection between them. They had met each other and he had made the proposal of traveling together. And of course it could be considered 'fragige' given that they hardly knew each other! Saying that this string could either be strengthened or break was something he immediately considered to be an utter commonplace -- a general property of every 'string', material or not. And ultimately the 'too numerous outcomes'... To cut a long story short: Batharyn strongly believed that she either was trying to provide him with a fake or she didn't try hard enough. To her excuse his mind had to add that he would have done the same if he had had to work for free. Maybe he should pay her and give her another try ?

Before he could reach into his pocket to pick up the cheapest coin readily available she left the stable however. "Hey! Where are you going ?" he raised his enormous voice behind her. "I'd be a very bad auxiliary if I'd let my employer's guests leave without accompanying them and showing them their rooms, wouldn't I ?" The man grinned and stepped up his nonexistent pace to follow her back into the tavern.

"Upstairs, please." Batharyn had closed the gap between them, now standing besides her. His hand pointed fowards towards the rather narrow, wooden stairs. A gentle smile was cast on his face again. At least this was something he considered himself to be quite good at. Deceiving people....

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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I lol'd XD. Settione is clutch as hell

@The Fated Fallen

I had to look up the meaning of the word 'clutch' in this context. Urban dictionary says something like 'performing under pressure'.

Well... if Settionne would actually be a clutch and An-Hasst be mad enough (oh wait... he is, isn't he ?), the latter one would definitely make the former one work under (too little) pressure and do a clutch burnout with him.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

An-Hasst had been halfway through the process of confronting himself with the fact about one's own mortality. Sometimes it came earlier than expected, sometimes it came without time to think about it. This wasn't the case here though, the sluggish rog apparently took his time to lift his halberd again with his one remaining functional arm and wasn't all too precise with his thrusts. Still the situation felt very dire since the Skayleigh could feel that he himself was neither all too mobile nor all too powerful anymore.

Soon it proved though that it wouldn't be the chunky piece of metal attached to an oversized wooden stick that would drive him out of this side of the world. It was the prospect of having to digest that it was thich utterly useless, utterly weak, utterly hideous and yet at this moment very successful priest. Now he dared to jump to his aid! An-Hasst secretly bit the inner side of his lip in an attempt to swallow away his feelings, but not to much avail.

There were still rogs on their way, so he merely was out of the most immediate danger. Slowly he heaved himself back onto his feet and limped towards the entrance of one of the buildings. He'd need to reach an elevated position, some place that could protect him while he was preparing and reloading his crossbow. The giant stepped over the Rog Captain's body and gave it a series of vicious kicks into its face and chest as it as some muscles were still twisting. The creature appeared to be dead. Then he passed Settionne, looking down at the tiny man but not saying a word.

@POOHEAD189@BCTheEntity@Sypherkhode822@Banana@The Fated Fallen

The Tales of Adventum [Re-Opened]

"I'm on a diet. Stop trying to lift me both at the same time, you idiots!"

I'have some ideas about starter items/spells, but need to write things down etc. @Balthazar007