Sightles

When the Flames Die

Taggerung had been hidden behind a tree for most off the talks. Hundred of years hunting things down gave him an increased penchant for remaining silent. Not even his chest moved from breathing. He was in an almost trance like state, seemingly part of the tree, as he listened to the events transpire. It seemed things had died down, and his colleagues guess were correct. Whoever the Celeste woman was, she was the leader of the Lyoki forces in Mullen. While not important to the capture of the princess, it would no doubt prove fruitful to remove them from the equation, something Taggerung had silently protested. Moments after everything had died down, Taggerung slipped out of his cover, walking into the opening where Celeste stood. Taggerung wore his customary black tattered robes, his hands hidden deep in their folds, "I need you to leave Keilaudrin." The voice was rough, rocks grinding against sandpaper. It was grating to hear as he spoke. Taggerung's hood remained up, still hiding his face fairly well as he confront the woman in front of him.

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The boy smiled a wide grin, revealing that he had not yet grown a full set of teeth quite yet, "Mentha." The boy replied, somewhat shyly as he did so, "You look like a princess!" The boy pointed out, with a slight bit of excitement on his voice. The boy admired Sophia's disposition for a moment, as if he hadn't seen anything like it before in his life, "What's your name, ma'am?" The boy asked politely, returning his gaze back to Sophia's. The boy still held the same toothy grin as he spoke, and now that Sophia and Mentha held eye contact, it was apparent that the boy was heterochromatic. One of his eyes was a rich hazel color, while the other was a piercing violet color.

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As the trio of Eva, Sophia, and Gareth ordered their breakfast food, the door to the inn cracked open slightly. Into the inn came a small boy, perhaps no older than 12. The boy was fairly well dressed, but it was obvious he was not a noble. Perhaps from the merchant district of the town. The small boy glanced around the bar for a moment, taking in all the patrons. Eventually, he laid his eyes on the exotically clothed Sophia, and her companions. After a moment more of scanning, the young boy rushed over to the trio, taking a seat close to them, but not right next to them. The boy obviously was not old enough to purchase any type of alcohol, but he sat at the bar all the same, seemingly ignored by the bartenders. The boy spun idly on his stool, keeping his glance on the trio only a few seats away.

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The man reached into the sheafs of his robes, staying still like a statue, except for the movement of his arm. Eventually, his hand found purchase on a small glass bottle, which he produced slowly from his robes. A small amount of liquid remained in the bottle. The man crouched down to his knees, and placed the bottle on it's side, and then pushing it forward. The bottle rolled across the ground to the Arcarti Scout, and the man returned to his standing position. After another long pause, the man turned, and made his way back down the alley, where Maria had entered from, before exiting back onto the streets of Mullen. It wasn't until the man was well enough away that it was obvious he moved in a way as jagged as his voice was. His legs seemed unstable, as if they were supporting a massive weight, coupled with a slight twist of his torso every time he took a step. A small, but noticeable, movement pattern.

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The man was silent at Maria's caution, casting a slight glance over his shoulder, before turning back to her. The man allowed the silence to overtake the situation, seemingly preferring not to speak up for a good bit of time. The silence soon turned into an awkward one, before then turning into a slightly creepy one as the silence went one. Finally, the man spoke up once more, "I have medical supplies." The man's voice was still just as grating. Despite the offer, the man made no move to pull out his medical supplies, nor did he make any move towards the wounded Maria. It was obvious that if this man meant her harm, he could of easily done it by now.

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Jason smirked as he ordered himself his own drink, some brandy from Arcartus. As the glass slid to him, he glanced back over to the woman, "Yes, silver doesn't usually sell well here in Mullen, considering all the silver mines Keilaudrin has." Jason replied, sipping from his brandy. Jason tapped his glass down, and raised a hand to his temple, gently rubbing it as he did so, "There's a good part of Mullen that isn't so generous." Jason smiled, looking back down at his drink, "A lot of faceless people wander the streets, ready to stick their hands into whatever they can." Jason replied, reaching down and taking a sip from his glass, before standing up, "Look to your God, Lily." In a flourish, Jason turned himself around, joined by the woman whom had previously been sitting down at the table, who seemed to had made her way up to the bar without being noticed, and exited the establishment.

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A man, clad in a black tattered robe and black hood followed close behind Maria. It was unclear when he started following her, but he was silent as he traced her. He could smell the blood from her, and from the look of the girl she had had a rough night. After a moment of silent following, the man spoke up, "You need to clean that wound." The voice was jagged, like steel being dragged across stone. The man froze in his tracks, finishing speaking, and watched the young Arcarti Scout, "You haven't had much luck since you came here, have you?" The voice was once again rough, and grating. It was almost an annoyance to hear, as if the man had a mouthful of stones. The words, despite how rough, cut through the whisperless night air.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Blackcat,since DP and Epsir don't have anythung to say, I'm pretty sure it's your post

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Sir Jason smiled as the faired hair girl responded to him, "I suggest the Arbor ale, it's actually quite great. It's a doozy, though." Jason replied, as he pointed out the Arbor ale, "I'm Amos Loche, nice to meet you." Jason put on a bright smile, as he took the girl's hand and shook it, "I frequent the Crossroads Inn a lot, and I haven't seen you around. Are you new to the glorious capital that is Mullen?" Jason ended his last sentence with a bit of a scoff, smiling charmingly as he did so. His appearance was off putting, considering the amount of charisma he spoke with, "I could show you around the town if you wished, if you're a tourist." Jason knew Mullen like the back of his hand, and could navigate it even if he was blindfolded. The small amount of time he had spent on Mullen was not wasted on trivial and trifle things.

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As he finished his drink, the man stood up from his seat, putting the glass down on the table. He glanced down at the woman seated across from him, prompting a swift nod from the woman. The man watched as the woman with the white hood left the tavern, in a sort of a huff. The man made his way up to the bar, and seated next to a woman, staring intently as the wall of alcohol that the bartender possessed, "Looking for a nice selection?" The man commented, keeping his gaze ahead as he spoke, waving off the bartender whom had came to take his order. The man's eyes traveled to the wall of alcohol, traveling down the length of it, making it possible to steal a glance at the trio of Sophia, Gareth, and Eva.

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Well, obviously, we have a secret organization in Mullen. They're climbing in yo Palace, snatchin yo princesses up. So hide yo princesses, hide yo princes, and hide yo kings cause they kidnapping everyone out here