Midday sun leered into the dusty room sitting atop the local Inn and Tavern. A hay bed with a wool blanket hopefully rid of lice and a small wooden desk and chair pushed arkwardly near a half cocked window. Stale linen rags used as makeshift curtains shaded some of the light from entering but the broken frame let in a spare ray or two along with the light whistles of wind and outside chatter. Drake hovered over his journal and studied his scrawled notes written ages ago, tracing along with his bony fingers attempting to translate what chicken scratch he tried to write. The aggitation shown through his decaying face as his Raven companion made use of the spare sunlight and pecked at whatever bug it saw.
Drakes trance like state was abruptly interrupted when his raven companion got startled from the nearby bells. Falling off the nearby sill and squawking franticly as the commotion outside grew. "Awww shut it before i pluck you for a pillow!" His aggitation of his own chicken scratch getting the better of him. Begrudgingly getting up from his chair to close the window but just as his eyes glared outside he caught a glimpse of what looked like an attempted jailbreak of a comrade. "Tyrant... Tyrant...Tyrant" the crowd chanted and Drake couldnt help but grin a toothy fleshless smile. It brought back memories of back in the day and he caught himself gazing outside at the commotion as a few others managed to get the prisoner over the wall and to safety. A woman scaling the wall with ease, another shooting beams from his eyes, others saving themselves while guards apparently untrained failing at their jobs even as the apparent "Tyrant" stared upon the scene with an emotionless face. It was beautiful to say the least...
Something caught his eye yet again. Horns peeking out from the crowd. "That color! The shape! Could it be so far from home?" "SQUWAK!" the Raven added to his confirmation. "Its a Qun..." Darting back to his journal and rushed through the pages looking for the ingredient list that was used in his original recipe. "Bone of Qun. Horn would prove better but pricey." Drake recited his own words. This time he would get the right ingredients, not half ass it like last time. It was the only way he could prove the formula would work!
Quickly he snatched up his journal nearly unseating his companion who happened to hop up off the floor at the wrong time, thankfully flapping out of the way and latching onto Drakes coated shoulder as he bum rushed the inn door. He needed to catch up with that Qun, he needed his ingredient... He also needed a plan. "-sqwak! prisoner!" His Raven shouted in his ear abruptly, wincing at the sudden irritating rat on his shoulder. He did have a good idea at least. It seems they are all for helping that prisoner. Perhaps he can lend his "assistance"... "Find the ingredient bird!" shoving the rat off his shoulder and watched as it flew above keeping an eye out for the Qun. Drake cirled around the wall in which the others jumped over not worrying about catching up and making a scene of himself. A walking corpse is scene enough already. His Raven circled the skies darting back and forth keeping an eye on the Qun from above. All Drake had to do was use the Raven as a beacon and he will eventually stumble upon the others. He took his time, not exactly sneaking up yet not looking for an all out confrontation. The smart move was to casually make his way, seem unintimidating and try to get what he wants with the least exertion on his part. No reason to waste his strength after all...
Eventually he managed to be within eyesight of the Qun. To his suprise it was female, and rather tall at that. She seemed to be searching for the others in which he grinned as this gave him the perfect oppurtunity to gain trust with the horned woman. Drake cleared his throat as not to offend with a scratchy tone. "Well, excuse me miss... If you are searching for a specific person whom recently passed over that vined wall, i may be able to be of assistance. Er-free of course! Since i too am quite curious of whom exactly would gain the instant trust of so many to interrupt deaths dinner plans." His tone was casual and polite. Something rare and unusual to him and almost felt stressed to achieve. He season his greeting with a quaint smile which in turn must have looked like a Leper wincing in pain.
Drakes trance like state was abruptly interrupted when his raven companion got startled from the nearby bells. Falling off the nearby sill and squawking franticly as the commotion outside grew. "Awww shut it before i pluck you for a pillow!" His aggitation of his own chicken scratch getting the better of him. Begrudgingly getting up from his chair to close the window but just as his eyes glared outside he caught a glimpse of what looked like an attempted jailbreak of a comrade. "Tyrant... Tyrant...Tyrant" the crowd chanted and Drake couldnt help but grin a toothy fleshless smile. It brought back memories of back in the day and he caught himself gazing outside at the commotion as a few others managed to get the prisoner over the wall and to safety. A woman scaling the wall with ease, another shooting beams from his eyes, others saving themselves while guards apparently untrained failing at their jobs even as the apparent "Tyrant" stared upon the scene with an emotionless face. It was beautiful to say the least...
Something caught his eye yet again. Horns peeking out from the crowd. "That color! The shape! Could it be so far from home?" "SQUWAK!" the Raven added to his confirmation. "Its a Qun..." Darting back to his journal and rushed through the pages looking for the ingredient list that was used in his original recipe. "Bone of Qun. Horn would prove better but pricey." Drake recited his own words. This time he would get the right ingredients, not half ass it like last time. It was the only way he could prove the formula would work!
Quickly he snatched up his journal nearly unseating his companion who happened to hop up off the floor at the wrong time, thankfully flapping out of the way and latching onto Drakes coated shoulder as he bum rushed the inn door. He needed to catch up with that Qun, he needed his ingredient... He also needed a plan. "-sqwak! prisoner!" His Raven shouted in his ear abruptly, wincing at the sudden irritating rat on his shoulder. He did have a good idea at least. It seems they are all for helping that prisoner. Perhaps he can lend his "assistance"... "Find the ingredient bird!" shoving the rat off his shoulder and watched as it flew above keeping an eye out for the Qun. Drake cirled around the wall in which the others jumped over not worrying about catching up and making a scene of himself. A walking corpse is scene enough already. His Raven circled the skies darting back and forth keeping an eye on the Qun from above. All Drake had to do was use the Raven as a beacon and he will eventually stumble upon the others. He took his time, not exactly sneaking up yet not looking for an all out confrontation. The smart move was to casually make his way, seem unintimidating and try to get what he wants with the least exertion on his part. No reason to waste his strength after all...
Eventually he managed to be within eyesight of the Qun. To his suprise it was female, and rather tall at that. She seemed to be searching for the others in which he grinned as this gave him the perfect oppurtunity to gain trust with the horned woman. Drake cleared his throat as not to offend with a scratchy tone. "Well, excuse me miss... If you are searching for a specific person whom recently passed over that vined wall, i may be able to be of assistance. Er-free of course! Since i too am quite curious of whom exactly would gain the instant trust of so many to interrupt deaths dinner plans." His tone was casual and polite. Something rare and unusual to him and almost felt stressed to achieve. He season his greeting with a quaint smile which in turn must have looked like a Leper wincing in pain.
