TentacleLord

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

More like the inn, which is made of dry, desert wood, is going to be set on fire for that.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

A moment's thought provided Logan's bleary mind with the answers, although not in the most logical or even sane way. "Oh, from a young woman who sat on my lap and offered me a ride on her wyvern. No idea, but they don't smell like blood and decay so they probably aren't bandits. Again, no idea. Well, the mage said that they were on the run from the..." Logan's voice trailed of as several things clicked into place at once. "...They're She-"

He was very rudely interrupted by the sound of shattering wood and a large chunk of chair hitting him in the face. With a yelp of pain, Logan doubled over, clutching at his nose as involuntary tears welled in his eyes. After a quite a few moments of gasping anger and agony, the dark mage glared up at the assassin-turned-bodyguard. "I block his nose and you threaten to chop off my head, and then you break a chair on him and it's all okay!? You stupid hypocritical oaf! You, you-." He kept stuttering, utterly appalled as his nose began to leak blood.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

I did a better picture for Logan, so if it was possible to update his character sheet that would be wonderful.

http://imgur.com/fTFmpPc

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Logan's dull snarl of slightly drunken anger muted any reply he was going to give, before the dark mage sat back and scooted around to the other side of the bed, taking the chance to groggily stare down at the blonde mage. With practiced ease he withdrew the Thoron tome, placed it on the bed, and then glared up at Kalar. "Well, if you don't want to kiss the princess to wake him up, I suggest you tell him when he wakes naturally that I know of a better mode of transport for his lady friend and him than a man on a horse." There was a pause as Logan thought out the next part of his statement, and reluctantly added: "It's many men. And women. On horses. And a wyvern. A group. Safer than traveling alone. And an added bonus the wyvern rider is welcoming of me studying her mount. There's also another mage, wrapped in bandages. Again, safety, and I'd like to be able to access this man's tomes on the ride. More things to observe, you see."

As if his rambling explanation had actually made sense, Logan's glare remained focused on Kalar, seeing what the big man's next move would be.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

There was a moment or two as Logan froze, before removing the pinch(but leaving his hands in the position). The dark mage then turned, very slowly, with an expression of disgust, his lips pulled back as he spat the words out. "Are. You. Stupid?" There was a second of sarcastic contemplation, before he continued at a snails pace, as if talking to a particularly slow child. "If you block a person's nostrils while they sleep, they either wake up, or they're already dead. I've done it before, had it done on me, it's proven to work. Now, blondie seems to be breathing, and you are taking the worst approach to waking him that I've seen in years. So, if you're done playing as the idiot of the century, can I continue, thug?"

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Logan's glassy expression remained intact, it's reasons dual-fold. One, the dark mage got the distinct impression that this was one of those exceptionally annoying constantly-angry-driven types. The second reason was because it was the only expression that Logan could make that seemed remotely like he was not drunk. Cursing his dulled senses(A potentially fatal problem for mages) he staggered in the direction that the man with the naked blade had indicated, making sure to keep a hand on the wall to his right to steady himself. The dark-haired man grimaced as he felt one of the doors in this direction, steeling himself for what lay inside.

Four rooms and half as many sets of exposed genitals later, Logan began to suspect that the black-haired swordsman may have mislead him. The now full haze of drink clouded his head as the thoughts struggled to connect, leaving the now slightly wary mage standing in the empty doorway a room that belonged to two muscular men, both of them crowded in the single bed with just enough room for a person to cram between them. With a frown, he stumbled out and began to retrace his steps from earlier in the morning and heading directly(stumbling only twice) for the room he had vacated in the morning, barely sparing a spiteful glance at the black-haired man playing the dangerous game of intimidation.

He pulled open the door, noting the big man who stank of blood was also present, and appeared to be after the same thing that Logan was. "Ah. You. If you want him up, there's a simple way to do it." With a purposeful stride, the dark mage slid over to the bed, knelt down beside it, focused, blinked once, focused again, then reached up and pinched Laius' nostrils closed.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Woo aerial jousting! Pick your side, the next Queen of Plegia or the... woman who sleeps around a lot. Not as one-sided as it seems!

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Quirky. Yes, quirky is how I'd describe Kalar and Logan. Quirky.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Oh dear

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Logan gave a grunt of sarcastic laughter as Lumara wished the divine's blessing on him, and accepted the proffered drink back without fuss. With the flagon of ale safely back within his grasp, Logan stared at the wooden mug for a few moments, thinking about how he was gonna get the blonde one to agree to this haphazard journey he had just signed up on. From what Logan had learned about the mage, he was prideful, and kept his wits about him in a dangerous way. At least he was Plegian as well, that much the dark mage could pick up from the accent. It was a simple matter of talk, then? Again, Logan dismissed the problem to the back of his mind as he came back to reality to listen to Wyvern Lord and her story of how beast and master met. "So I see. You are very close, which is surprising given the... work that mounted warriors do. Stress can drive creature and man apart as well as push them together. I'm glad to see that it is the latter, you see."

Logan took a long drink from the mug, frowning as he reached the end of the alcohol all too soon. That wasn't supposed to happen. Already feeling the effects of taking to much in a span of about ten minutes, the dark-haired dark mage began to speak at the back of Lumara's head, casually informing her of his plans in a slightly slurred tone. "Lumara. I'mma go and... And pick up my tomes and blondie. He's after transport or something, hiring people. Useful for me, and I like keeping all of the information I can acquire in one place, you know? Ah. Yeah. I'll be back shortly." Logan trailed off, both knowing that he was rambling and simultaneously despising himself for it. Remaining impressively straight and balanced on his feet, he wandered back into the inn, dropping the empty mug on the table he had been occupying and stumbling up the stairs. A few moments more and he nearly walked directly into a black-haired fellow with his sword drawn. He figured this was a good as a time as any to confirm where his erstwhile roommate had gotten too. "Oh, excuse me. Do you happen to know where a blonde mage is?"