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Post by Melenia on Jul 30, 2013 6:53:24 GMT -5
The night was bitterly cold and was drizzling down with rain. The type of rain where it doesn’t look a lot but will get drenched fast- and a fire can just about be kept going if watched. Melenia was sat by the fire hugging herself as she glanced around. She wanted to move her camp to a better place but if she moved her Father would come back and not be able to find her.
She remembers the night before when she last saw her father. It was a night very unlike this one. The sky was clear and stars where out. The air was warm but with a gentle breeze to keep someone from getting too hot. Her and her Father sat around the fire waiting for the fish to cook. She glanced up at him and when he looked back at her she grinned and he laughed. “Will you stop that?”
“Stop what?” She grinned before leaning her head against him. “I can always make you laugh~” And it was true. Melenia’s father very often smiled when with his daughter, but was very emotionless when others came into the picture.
“One cant help but enjoy the company of the ones he cares about.” He said with a slight smirk grin on his lips.
Melenia smiled and nuzzled her face into the side of him so he had to put his arm around her. They had been travelling for all her live. They never settled in one place for too long. But some reason her father had seemed distant and worried about something. Tonight he seemed to be abit more relaxed but Melenia was still confused by his actions. “Papa that’s so sappy.” She said with a smile. He moves his arm up to lock her head in his arm and roughed up her hair.
“Sappy huh?”
“Ehhh! Papa stop it!” She laughed as she pushed him off and got up to walk to the other side of the fire and combed her hands thought her hair. The conversation went quiet as she tied her hair back in a loose braid. She could see worry in her fathers eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “Papa… Please. Tell me what is wrong. Maybe I can help?” He smiled but shook his head. Melenia know just what he was thinking about. “Papa she isn’t worth the mental energy.”
“Don’t speak of your Mother like that.”
“No ‘mother’ leaves their baby on the side of an embankment.” Melenia snapped back. This has always been a tough subject for the two.
“We’ve been over this. Your only half Nymph. You wouldn’t of been able to live with them completely. It was safer if you where in my care.”
“She just wanted to carry on in her exploits.” She grumbled as she turned away from the fire a little. Melenia never liked her mother. She always got angry when they talked about it. She somewhat wish her father had just made up a story. A story painting that her mother was a loving caring nymph that loved her very much but painfully had to give her up for some noble reason.
There was silence around the fire before he patted the ground next to him and Melenia went over to sit. “You need to control your emotions… I wont always be here to protect you and people will use those emotions against you.”
Melenia looked at him. “What you on about… Elves live forever and so will I so we can be together forever.” Silence followed again and Melenia felt worry bubble up inside her. Why would he say something like that? And more importantly why didn’t he voice his agreement that they would always be together…
“Its late. You should get some sleep.”
And with that Melenia went to bed, only in the morning to find her father gone and she was left alone with a cooked fish over the fire and her fathers bow and arrows on the floor. There she had waited all day for his return. And now that darkness had come again she felt she couldn’t stay out here any longer. She stood up and picked up her small bag along with her fathers bow and the quiver full of arrows. She had only a little big of money but she hoped it would do. She remembered passing a tavern inn only a while back before they set up the camp. She put out the fire and made sure it wouldn’t come alive and spread once she was gone and then headed down the path her and her father had walked from.
The Tavern Inn was one in the middle of nowhere, on a main travelers road so still got a lot of traffic. By the time that Melenia got to the tavern inn she was soaked thought- clothes sticking to her body. She entered the door and glanced around a little before walking up to the bar. “Excuse me?” She didn’t even have to speak up, the fat man behind the counter was already eyeing her up. In fact she felt like there was a lot of eyes on her. “Urm… Could I have a room?”
“I dunno about that. We’re full tonight.”
Melenia raised an eyebrow as her face went rather deadpan. He was clearly more talking to her breasts then her face. Melenia pulled the wet fabric away from her skin a little as if to try and make it hang normally but it just slapped back to her skin with a slop. “Full?”
“Full”
“Awesome.” She glanced around a bit before looking back at him. “Have you seen an Elf around here? Very fall guy with long blond hair and blue eyes?…” She felt it was useless describing her father- he was beautiful but very much like all other elves. “Urm he has a scar on his forehead.” She drew a line over her left eyebrow with her finger to show him where it was, but groaned a little when noticed that he was still eye up her breasts. “Never mind… Can I have a drink?” She said getting out a coin and placing it on the bar. Her father would be very upset that she was even in this place, let alone having a drink, but at the moment she was angry with her father. How could he leave her and play games with her? She would find him and kick his butt for doing such a thing to her!
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Post by Zephyros on Aug 3, 2013 14:56:24 GMT -5
Tonight was a dreary night, but still, the hooded men in the far corner of the tavern inn were all cheerful. It was a strange sight, where much of the main lobby was brightly lit with candle light and music, their corner seemed to radiate a pure shadow that absorbed everything natural and good in the world. Many people made sure to space their tables out as far away from this group of five as possible. There was a heavy aura about them, and the patrons of the tavern thought it best to not even think about their presence. So long as nobody caught their eye, these five always kept to themselves.
Everything changed when the Elf walked in through the door.
Conversation muffled as the patrons caught a glimpse of her. At first, they were entranced by her beauty, but then, they were horrified by it. Her body, her heavenly shape, and her beautiful eyes commanded attention at first sight, which was something you really didn't want to do when they were in the area. Some one happened to look over to the dark corner, and from before where the group was laughing, joking, and enjoying their game of cards, now they were silent.
You would have thought somebody just died. Some of the patrons thought that somebody was about to, so they quickly packed up their things and retreated upstairs to their rooms. There were a few souls brave enough to stick around and see just what would happen, but they were soon to regret it.
One of the cloaked men spoke in a hushed tone to the others, who immediately started snickering, cackling, and going on about the greatest joke ever told. Then, the jokester rose from his seat and started towards the bar. The rest of the tavern was dead-silent as their eyes focused on the scene about to unfold.
The man wore a heavy cloak, much like that of a beggar's, with tattered ends and sleeves that were draped over his body. The hood was pulled up, so not much could be seen of his face through the thick shadow. Only the very fringes of his jawline, which seemed to be enclosed in some sort of opaque helm. Still, his wide grin could be seen shining through the darkness like an evil shade.
As he approached the bar, he heard the description the young woman gave about an Elf she was looking for. He sat down quietly right next to her and relaxed his arms on the bar. When she ordered a drink, he spoke up. "On me." The bartender would have deep fear spread across his face when he turned to the sinister smiling man.
"Oh, r-right away!" The man stammered as he readied a glass.
"Something lovely, for the lovely lady." He attempted a smirk, but it soon twisted into a wild grin. He couldn't control his giggling either. Though he made no sound, it shook his body internally. "By the way, you said you're looking for an Elf, hmm? I couldn't help but overhead your conversation, please excuse me, but... I may be able to be of some help to you..."
Back in the dark corner of the bar, two other members of the hooded crew got up and moved about. One of them happened to slink up the stairway to where the rooms were. The other quietly stalked his way closer to the front door and posted himself against the wall close by. Meanwhile, the other two at the table continued their game of cards. If one listened carefully, you could hear the two of them playing "Go Fish." Though it seemed they were enjoying that game far more than any normal person.
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Post by Melenia on Aug 3, 2013 19:56:01 GMT -5
Melenia was just about to ask what drink she wanted when she felt someone come up to sit beside her. She looked at him, her bright round eyes looking him up and down quickly before looking away.
"On me."
"Oh, r-right away!"
Melenia lacked knowledge of in the world and how it worked because she was always with her Father, but even though she was now on her own even she knew that this was a bit fishy. She couldn't help but feel like he, along with everyone else, eyes where on her. The bartender already popped down a drink in front of her. She hadn't even told him what she wanted. But as she wasn't buying it she didn't feel like she had a reason to complain.
"Something lovely, for the lovely lady. By the way, you said you're looking for an Elf, hmm? I couldn't help but overhead your conversation, please excuse me, but... I may be able to be of some help to you..."
Melenia swore she could hear her Father in her head practically shouting at her to just move away... but for once she felt something rise in her. She wanted to be bad. She wanted to break the rules. She had never really had the urge before but now that her Father had left her in the dust she felt she had to get back at him for it! "Urm... Thank you." She put her hand around the glass delicately but didn't bring the drink to her lips yet.
When he mentioned about the missing Elf she looked at him again. She couldn't bring herself to trust him though. No one who wore a hood over their face like that INSIDE was a very trustworthy kind of person. "Oh?" She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped it. "And because your just a kind stranger wanting to help a random girl?" This is when she cast her smoldering gaze upon him.
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Post by Zephyros on Aug 4, 2013 17:21:02 GMT -5
"And because your just a kind stranger wanting to help a random girl?"
The man couldn't help but succumb to his giggling beneath his breath. Some Elves were known for their sass; it was a big selling point for some customers who wished to own them. Oh and did this girl possess so much of it. Even soaking wet she just radiated some unnatural wave of attractiveness that he even felt himself being drawn in to. "You're right! I guy like me would much more likely try to drug the drink he just brought you, then capture your unconscious body and sell you in the underground slave trade, where you'd spend the rest of your life on your knees with some old aristocrat's hairy man-sausage in between your lips." He never once turned to the woman as he spoke with such a sinister tone.
His giggling grew, that was exactly the type of future he saw for the woman, but he couldn't help but say it aloud. It was just too funny to pass up. "Of course I would not help you for free, girl? Does this look like a charity operation." He returned to the subject at hand; buying time for his associates who were already conducting their primary operation. It would be so wonderful to also capture this girl as a bonus prize. "I'd say one of those lovely pieces of jewelry you wear so openly, giving any cutthroat an excuse to... remove them from you, but they seem of some sentimental value to you so I suppose I could live without them." In all honestly, it was the jewelry that only increased the beauty of this woman. Allowing her to continue wearing it would only increase her value. "How about all the gold you currently possess, maybe a little kiss on the cheek, and then we'll call it even."
His giggling ceased, and then a wild, toothy grin shone from beneath his hood. For someone like her to be alone in the middle of nowhere escorted, he assumed the Elf she was looking for was an important companion of hers. "There are many terrible people out in this corner of the wilderness: Myself included. Surely, a lone Elf, such as the one you're looking for, would have a bit of a time trying to defend himself. With that being said, the one you seek is probably already in the hands of a band of very shady characters, though I assure you, my connections run deep throughout the shadows. I'm sure I could dig up some sliver of his whereabouts for just a few pieces of gold."
What would be the harm in telling her where to start looking first? e wondered if the one she sought was indeed one of the many Elves his band happen to snag alone in the forest every now and then. If he was, then technically he wouldn't be lying when he said he could get her the information. Oh this was such fun. He was almost tempted to look in her direction; to see the expression that must have been crossing over her face, but instead he decided to continue hiding his face in the shadows. The sound of her sassy voice would have to suffice.
Your move, Elf.
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Post by Saeryn on Aug 5, 2013 3:29:23 GMT -5
A horse drawn carriage moved through the rain. As the rain had soaked into the dirt, it quickly reduced the well trodden road to a muck that was thrown in trails from the wheels of the carriage as well as the hooves of the horses. Yet even as the carriage slowed slightly as it dug into the mire the carriage driver continued to press onward, he was burred in his cloak, trying to catch some shelter from the rain lest he catch his death. He didn't dare slow from his journey, while the notion of falling ill made him nervous, he didn't dare anger his employer. The driver always glanced cautiously at the two figures hanging from the carriage, armed guards also wrapped in cloaks drenched by rain water. Beneath the cloth their breastplate and joint protection could be seen, the make and markings of their armor didn't match, neither did their weapons giving them away as hired protection from any would be highway man looking for an easy score.
They hung on the side of the carriage, only a precious foot from the ground as it plod on. The carriage itself was an oddity, it was made of fine wood by a fine craftsman, the price tag that came with it was obvious. But much of the design was unconventional, it was heavy set, relying on two rear wheels to carry a larger cabin that was elongated. The doors were also over sized, meant to accommodate a very specific passenger, her identity clearly given away by the logo on the side, just as much as a deterrent to theft as the two guards. It proudly bore the stylized spider that clearly indicated that the carriage and it's occupant, were representing the Larontir trade house.
Saeryn watched the forest pass by, her 6 eyes taking in the scenery obscured through the raindrops on the glass. She lounged in the cabin that was specifically designed for her. Rather then two rows of benches to accommodate multiple passengers it was a flat floor, with benches on only one row that would accommodate guests. As for Saeryn her unique body required a simple padded floor. Something that she could simply lie down and tuck her many legs under her body. She was wearing a lavish dress, a deep green with a floral, belt-like pattern,and flowing outward in soft waves down to the where it ended. What would have been a full skirted gown instead served Saeryn to try and conceal her lower half best that she could, at the very least it would spare her company the sight of her threatening fangs. It was well made, expensive, obviously tailored to her altered form, it was just as elegant as her carriage, her styled hair hadn't been marred by the story weather, safe from the rain in her carriage. Across from her sat a servant girl, even she was better dressed then the men out side. In her lap laid a precious case, stained wood inlaid with gold details. Saeryn reached over to open it, her greedy eyes looking over the box's contents, the whole reason she had gone on this trip.
Inside were several seals, stamps inlaid with a coat of arms, despite their age and the fact that they were obviously well worn. In Saeryn's gloved hand dangled a signet, from it's cloth. Unlike the stamps it was solid gold, displaying the same coat of arms albeit inlaid with precious gems. While the actual material value was only so much, it's symbolic value made the collection priceless to Saeryn. It was another trade house, the Delaque, competition with the legitimate side of her business which made it a target for the red hand. However this tripped marked the death of competition, another trade house brought to it's knees by aggressive price cuts, threats, all of it was to try and bankrupt those who stood against her. All of the hard work, the money and even lives lost had paid off. This signet in her hand was a symbol of the final take over, the treaty and contracts of the last of the Delaque family had jumped ship and sold out, taking what money they could get as a hand out from Saeryn before they were reduced to poverty and rags. The signet was a trophy as well as a symbol of her ownership, and a symbol of the fate of those that would stand in her way.
The carriage came to a halt, Saeryn looked outside of the window they had stopped at the inn they planned to stay the night at. Although by the looks of this storm Saeryn considered the thought that they wait out this storm, despite the cost... she was in a good mood. The servant opened the door to her carriage, retrieving a large parasol before she opened it to shield herself from the rain. The two mercenaries stepped off of the carriage, keeping an eye out as Saeryn stepped from the carriage. Her dress and body shielded from the rain by her servant girl as she walked towards the inn. The door was held open for Saeryn as she entered, and immediately the din of the patrons died down to a lower level. Saeryn drew many stares, many people staring in sheer shock at the creature that entered their inn. Her appearance was bizarre, but the dress and the company ensured that no weapons were drawn thinking that Saeryn was some horrible monster come to rip them apart.
The bar owner immediately knew who had stepped into his Inn with her many legs. Saeryn ignored the rabble gawking at her to speak to the inn keeper, "I assume my lodgings have been prepared?" The innkeeper nodded, he didn't speak as he was intimidated by Saeryn who looked back, the servant girl kept the case cradled in her arms while the two guards looked over the patrons in the bar. Saeryn glanced over them for a moment, not seeing anything that she could be particularly interested in. Saeryn looked to the guards, "You two did your job and I wasn't bothered. After you've moved my possessions into my room feel free to rub a tab I'm feeling generous tonight, I better not see you drunk in the morning." She looked back to her servant, smirking before turning back to the innkeeper, "And a table has been prepared? I'm not quite ready to retire just yet." He actually stumbled out an answer this time, "yes ma'am, right this way." Saeryn preferred someplace a tad more private, if only to escape from the inevitable questions of what she was and the accusations of being a freak.
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Post by Melenia on Aug 5, 2013 12:34:33 GMT -5
"You're right! I guy like me would much more likely try to drug the drink he just brought you, then capture your unconscious body and sell you in the underground slave trade, where you'd spend the rest of your life on your knees with some old aristocrat's hairy man-sausage in between your lips."
Melenia coughed a little on the drink before putting it down. What did he say?? What a hideous thing to say to someone you hardly know! Melenia was so overwhelmed with how rude and insulting the man was being she just sat in silence and let him continue on.
"Of course I would not help you for free, girl? Does this look like a charity operation. I'd say one of those lovely pieces of jewelry you wear so openly, giving any cutthroat an excuse to... remove them from you, but they seem of some sentimental value to you so I suppose I could live without them.How about all the gold you currently possess, maybe a little kiss on the cheek, and then we'll call it even."
The bloody pervert was pushing his luck. Melenia could feel her anger building in her stomach. She was always a bit of a hot head, her father having to get her out of a lot of minor trouble. The thing that annoyed her the most, more then the man-sausage comment, was the face he kept giggling! Although when it stopped she turned to looked at him, her grip tightening even more around the glass. The jewelry around her neck forehead and in her ears where not there to show her wealth or even her beauty. It was more her heritage from her mother. She worn them in honer of the water goddess. She knew little about her mothers race but she did know that the more calmer and herbivorous side where sometimes treated almost like priestesses. She know that fact her mother left her the jewels meant she would also be seen in such a way.
"There are many terrible people out in this corner of the wilderness: Myself included. Surely, a lone Elf, such as the one you're looking for, would have a bit of a time trying to defend himself. With that being said, the one you seek is probably already in the hands of a band of very shady characters, though I assure you, my connections run deep throughout the shadows. I'm sure I could dig up some sliver of his whereabouts for just a few pieces of gold."
She heard the door open behind her but she was too angry to even care. She shot the man a glare just as deadly as beautiful. How dare he speak to her this way, and more so to suggest her father would have a had time protecting himself! He was the best fighter Melenia had ever seen! She had never met anyone like this man! Him and his inappropriate and disgusting mouth! Before she realized what she was doing she stood from her seat and threw the drink right into his face. Sure the hood probably shield him mostly from it but it was more the action of the insult that mattered then getting him wet.
"And a table has been prepared? I'm not quite ready to retire just yet."
She placed her hands on her hip and let her anger pour out of her. "You disgusting, vile, putrid, malodorous-!!!" This is where her father would come in and pull her away to apologize to the traders in the market. But he wasn't coming, and this was no trader at the market, not like the ones she met anyway. "If anyone here will be enjoying some ''man-sausage'' as you so poetically put it is you!" Yeah that's it, make jokes about his sexual preference, man hated that right? She was so angry she wanted to get another drink to splash over his face. She reached into her pocket and taken out one coin, slamming it down on the counter before the barman could leave. She felt bad disturbing him while he severed someone else but to be honest her annoyance was way stronger at this moment!
"I'll pay for my own damn drink. This excuse of a man doesn't deserve to!" But this is where, because she turned to look towards the barman, that she realized the person stood near her at the bar. It was the 6 eyes that shocked her the most. Her teal coloured eyes looked up at her, wide and aghast. She would of turned around and put her back to her but then she'd be looking at the horrid man again. Plus such an insult was unnecessary. Yeah she looked scary and weird, was that a reason to turn your back on her and pretend she doesn't exist? No.
But her eyes wondered down and noticed that her six eyes where not the only thing that was odd about her. Her lower half was a huge spider. Now Melenia never had a fear of spiders, but when its a massive close up like this, where you can see the little hairs on each leg as way as the terrifying spider body sticking out the back. She was frozen stiff for a few seconds as she just stares...
With a clenched jaw she somewhat bowed her head quickly, she didn't know why. Maybe to apologize for just staring at her? She then turned on the spot and slightly stomped off to a table which people had left only moments before. She sat down with a huff before slamming her bow and arrows on the table, along with her bag. She cast a glare over at the man again. She was proud of herself for sticking up for herself and reached into her bag to take out some dried fish to munch on. She had enough gold to afford some food, but she didn't want to be here long. She would leave in the rain if that meant getting away from the sick grinning and giggling man.
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Post by Zephyros on Aug 7, 2013 0:49:44 GMT -5
She was finally here.
The door opened, and by the hushed sounds of the inn, the cloaked man didn't even have to look up to know who just entered. His insidious giggling finally ceased, and his body found itself more focused; not at all relaxed as it had been when tormenting the poor elf. He trusted his companions were all in place: The two casually playing cards pipped down in their laughter in order to better hear what was going on. The doorman was simply there to identify the target; which was was positive was in the box the young servant girl carried. Once he confirmed this, he relaxed himself and sat down on the floor with his arms hanging over top his bent knees. It was a signal to the two card-players the operation would soon begin.
"I assume my lodgings have been prepared?"
When the woman spoke, the leader's grin turned in to a confident smirk. Intel had been tracking the Larontir trade house ever since the "incident" two months back. It was a job being performed by another chapter of Humerous: simple cut-purses and pickpockets praying on the fat wallets of high bidders at the Market Square. It was on that very day where Humerous had its first run-in with the Red Hand. Just as a fat pocket was being picked, and the cloaked men were heading home, a thug from the Red Hand had the misfortune of stepping on one of Humerous' goon's boot.
The smudge as still yet to come off.
Ever since that moment, Humerous has been following the Red Hand, which eventually lead to the discovery of the Larontir trade house. At first, they thought it nothing but small-fry upstarts trying to make a name for themselves, but after much observation and examination, they found the Trade House to be a much greater threat than originally thought.
It has been hard to find work nowadays with the Kings and Emperors no longer hiring assassins to do their dirty work. Humerous has had a hard time supporting their many members. If it wasn't for the Slave Trade being such a booming market now, they might have fallen apart. The Larontir, however, was a threat on Humerous' current hold, and the aggressive tactics this rival uses in order to gain the edge could soon spark a war between the two factions. Humerous was certain that once Larontir decided to hoard the Slave Market all for itself, the war would be on.
So Humerous wanted to send a message.
Killing their leader would be too forward; and not very fun at all. No, they wanted to show her that no matter how high she might stand on those eight legs of hers, Humerous will always be able to slip beneath them and take what is precious of hers.
They already knew what room she was staying in. The Inn-keeper was ever-so-kind to exchange a spare key for his own life. The plan was simple: Ambush her upon entry, that whatever she has, and then cackle madly while escaping.
They were very good at the cackling madly.
"And a table has been prepared? I'm not quite ready to retire just yet."
A table? The cloaked man quickly turned a frown towards the inn-keeper who failed to mention the target wouldn't immediately be heading upstairs. Just when things were about to get serious, the little elf-girl lost it. She started calling him all the names is mother used to say before her "accident". It brought back such fond memories of a simpler time in his life.
Then the drink was thrown.
It reminded him of his late adolescent years; all the women he dated, all the drinks thrown in his face, and all the bodies the guards found cut up in his deceased mother's garden. Oh yes, this Elf was truly bringing him back. He smiled as he relished in the nostalgia, but reminded himself that he was on duty. An ever-so-inconspicuous gesture alerted the two card-players to keep their eyes on the guards: They were already doing so. "Go fish..."
The one sitting by the floor with his hood shadowing his face had his attention fixed on the servant-girl. The case that she clutched in her hands had to hold something incredibly precious to the spider-woman. That was their main target now.
The last two, which were already upstairs, were stationed in separate areas. One was outside in the hallway leaning against a wall. The other was behind a closed door in the room next to the one Saeryn would be staying in, along with three other people who were tied up and cuddled in a corner as they watched the grinning psychopath fiddle with the dagger in his hands. The outside lookout was there to count how many hostiles would the be encountering. Each knock to the wall would signify how many there were, and one knock on the door would be the signal to start the operation.
It was a delicate operation, but each member of the team was very skilled in their respective trade, as well as able to adapt to any change in the situation. They may be homicidal sociopaths, but they were also a well-organized group who have been in existence for centuries now. Humerous was the prime assassin's guild, and they planned on retaining that title trough any means necessary.
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Post by Saeryn on Aug 9, 2013 23:36:48 GMT -5
Saeryn stayed behind their server as she was escorted to her table. Saeryn was certainly drawing stares, even if the unseen conspirators had gawped at her open eyed they wouldn't have stood out among some of the other rubes that couldn't take their eyes off of Saeryn's monstrous form. But suddenly a younger girl was standing before Saeryn. She had just stormed into her path, like she had been distracted before suddenly seeing the monstrous elf towering over her. Saeryn simply crossed her arms, her 6 eyes boring into the girl. She certainly didn't seem pleased with the girl, but her reaction only drew the anger to the surface for Saeryn. She was able to pick up enough details about this girl to tell that she was elven descent. Saeryn had no idea what she knew about the house Larontir. She hardly shared a good reputation with their kind seeing as most would like to remove her from this world. She seemed frozen by the presence of Saeryn, even when she tried to bow her head she managed to offend, it being very obvious that she was staring at Saeryn's legs. Saeryn's immediate reaction was make an example, her this girl, and all of these back country bumpkins to know who they were judging. Saeryn was better then the freak that they judged her for, she could kill this girl right here and none of the witnesses would be able to bring her to justice. How easy would it be simply stab into this girl with her fangs, paralyze her, spin this girl up and rip out her throat with her teeth and drink every last drop of her sweet blood.
Saeryn snapped out of her own spell. She had to keep the demons of her own cursed form contained. She noticed that her fingers were digging into her arm a little too intently. She took a breath, calming herself while watching the elf girl storm off to her own seat. Did she say something? Saeryn simply watched her walk off before moving to catch up with their table. Saeryn's displeasure rose once again once she saw that they failed to provide some form of seat, Saeryn assumed that preparing for her arrival would mean accommodating her form. Saeryn simply tucked her legs under her abdomen at the table, her servant girl placing the wooden case on the table before going to fetch a drink for her mistress. The two guards left for up stairs, going to ensure that their charge would be safe when she retired to her room for the night before taking advantage of her hospitality.
The servant returned with the drink, a tray and glass being provided with the glass by the owner of the bar, Saeryn's coin certainly made an impression. Saeryn plucked it from the glass, while her eyes followed the elf girl as she took a seat elsewhere in the bar. "Annoying little brat" Before she took a sip of the wine. It was far below her standard but probably the best that this place could do, they were far from her manor after all. It went without saying that she was already hating her stay in this place, and would want to be rid of this filthy place as soon as the weather cleared.
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Post by Zephyros on Aug 15, 2013 17:45:37 GMT -5
The leader of the hooded men simply couldn’t resist the temptation the Elf girl presented to him. Her skin looked so delicious when she was angry, he just wanted to eat her alive. Underneath his cloak, he could be heard licking his lips like a hungry dog, and then followed the Elf girl to her table. “Okay okay! I’m sorry, alright!” he apologized as he sat down across from her. His head hung low, however, at this position the light from the bar would have illuminated the lower-part of his face. Beneath the hood, an exo-skeleton of a jaw could be seen cupped around the lower half of his face like some sort of skeletal helm. As he spoke, the skeletal chin and jaw moved as fluidly as if it were his own. “You’ll have to excuse my manners. We don’t see females as lovely as you so often.” Ever-so-slightly, his head twitched in the direction of the spider-woman, hinting that his words were as much a compliment to Melenia, as they were an insult to Saeryn. “So whaddya say? Gimme a chance to redeem myself, eh? I’m not such a bad guy once ya get to know me.”
As the spider-woman’s henchmen arrived at the top of the steps, the cloaked guard posted outside the neighboring room gave two small knocks on the wall: One for each guard he counted. His comrade’s sinister smile grew, and he lifted a single finger to his hood. “Shhhh…” he quietly hushed the trembling family tied up on the floor in front of him.
The cloaked man on the floor by the door kept his attention on that special little box. When it clanked to the table, his head ever-so-slightly turned in its direction. He watched as the servant left the box with Saeryn to go fetch a drink, and he cleared his throat lightly. Another signal for the rest of the gang. After that, he stood, and made his way towards the stairs where he proceeded to the upper-level of the inn.
The card players finished their game just as they received the signal and as their comrade made his way up the steps, they too rose from their seats and approached the table where the spider-woman and her servant girl sat.
Everything was moving fluidly. Now there were three men positioned upstairs: two completely surrounding the henchmen, and one hidden away in a spare room waiting to ambush them. Things were about to get a little loud, and if the mercenaries showed any interest in heading back downstairs to defend Saeryn, they would be neutralized immediately by the three hooded men. Nobody was ordered to die today, so luckily no blood would be spilled. This was nothing more than a practical joke to get her attention.
As the two card-players walked past the table, one of them stopped and turned towards the servant girl. “Nadia…?” his voice was aghast as he looked at the girl at the table. “Nadia, is that you? What are you doing here? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” He quickly turned and placed his hands on the servant’s shoulders. “My little sister! It’s been so long! Don’t you recognize me? It’s Davey!” He then pulled his hood back, revealing a young human face and unruly hair of an earthy brown color. “See? Oh how I’ve missed you so!”
This man’s name may have been Davey, but he had no sister. He had no family, or at least, what is left of them is nothing but a pile of charred bones buried in the woods, where he visits regularly to remind himself life does get better after all. Still, he played his role perfectly, as he was sure all eyes must have been on them now. His expression then changed. The glee and joy he possessed melted away like water sweeping away the grime.
“Hey…” his tone seemed darker, and his grip on the girl’s shoulders tightened. “You’re not… Nadia. You’re not Nadia!” He shoved the girl a good three feet back. Whether she fell or not would depend on the strength of her legs. “You think this is funny?! My Nadia died in a fire! You think it’s funny walking around wearing her face?! Are you trying to tease me?!” He approached the girl and gripped her by the collar of her shirt. He looked as if he would throttle her at any given moment.
That’s when the snatch was made, but it wasn’t by the other cloaked man. He was in the perfect position, and poised to make the grab, but he was wary of the spider-woman’s many eyes, so he waited until he was absolutely sure her attention completely left the box, but as soon as he went to grab the wooden chest, another pair of deft hands made the snag. The man made no sound as he saw the female waitress grab the box; but he watched her closely. It seemed as if she had her own motives driving her.
You see, this waitress was very familiar with Saeryn and her infamous Trade House. She knew all too well the wealth this freak of nature hoarded, for she was none other than the sole daughter to Markhael Delaque, of the Delaque Trade House. With the Larontir Trade house’s violent take-over, he entire family would suffer, but she wasn’t going to give up like her weak father. She would fight back, and this would be her one and only shot. She had no plan. She didn’t even know the woman would even want to wander this far away from her hideous nest, but when she walked into the inn, the waitress new she had to do something. This seemed like an opportunity she couldn’t possibly pass up, and so she went for it.
The young lady Delaque attempted to tuck the box underneath her blouse, but the object was bigger and somewhat heavier than she expected. On top of that, what now? Where could she go? If she went for the door she’d surely be caught in the rain, and she couldn’t as well stay here in the bar? Once the spider-woman realized her box was missing, surely she’d hunt her down and lay eggs in her abdomen. She had to do something, but what?
That’s when the situation changed. Things started to get loud, and the pressure caused the young waitress to panic, so she decided that she’d made a fatal error in acting so hastily. She moved away from the table, but because she didn’t head directly for the door, the cloaked man simply observed as she sat the box next to Melenia whilst the Elf wasn’t looking, then made her way hastily to the other end of the inn where she could watch the scene unfold.
She felt ashamed for not completing what she set out to do, but if the Elf were blamed for the theft, then surely Saeryn wouldn’t be able to help herself from tearing the girl to shreds. Nobody really liked Elves anyway, so she wouldn’t be missed, but at the same time, maybe the Elves would rise up and go on a demon hunt as vengeance. Either way, she would get what’s coming to her.
OOC: Took a few liberties with this post. I hope no one minds.
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Post by Melenia on Aug 15, 2013 18:29:53 GMT -5
Melenia sat down and got out a map that was folded up. She had been give one by her father just in case they got separated. He would always say where they where heading so she could find her way there to meet him. They never did part though... not until now of course. Although Meleina was somewhat mortified when she notices the vile man coming over to her table and even sitting down opposite her.
“Okay okay! I’m sorry, alright!”
Melenia placed down her map in front of her and crossed her arms over her chest to show she had no intention of letting this sick man in to her little bubble. Sadly you don't need an invite to invade someones bubble, and it would seem this guy knew that too.
“You’ll have to excuse my manners. We don’t see females as lovely as you so often.”
She couldn't help but scrunch her nose up a little as she catch glimpse of what she could see under the hood. She didn't know if that was some kind of decoration or his jaw, and didn't care to find out. When he signaled over to the spider-lady Melenia cast a glance over her shoulder before looking back at him. Melenia tried not to judge people but even she couldn't help be terrified and somewhat sickened by the look of the women.
“So whaddya say? Gimme a chance to redeem myself, eh? I’m not such a bad guy once ya get to know me.”
Melenia gaze was ice cold. She had no intention of even giving him the time of day! "I'm sure you are a lovely man with lots of knowledge on hairy man-sausage between lips." She wanted to brake his ego. She wanted to insult him so bad he would still feel the burn months from now. But she couldn't think of anything else to say before some commotion seemed to have started. She glanced over her shoulder to see a man pushing a girl. In that instance she stood up and reached for her bow.
She held bow in one hand and arrow in the other. She had not stung it yet but it would only take her seconds too. Her father taught her words where better then fists. Melenia had no intention whatsoever of firing on the man, it would be more of a empty threat.
Although the man looked like he was going to strangle the poor girl, just for looking somewhat like his sister. She understood how upsetting that is for someone who has lost a loved one, but does that give them a right to attack every person that looked slightly like them? Hell no! In one smooth movement her bow was strung and arrow pointing right at the man.
Meleina was a quiet girl, but when she saw something wrong, she was very loud and very demanding. In a way very naive also. She would jump head first into trouble just because someone was being wronged. Her father would always hold her back from getting involved. If he was here she'd be dragged out of this place already. She pulled the arrow back a little move before letting it go. It shot off and hit the man right in the leg. It was a rash move, and she couldn't help feel a little bad about it but the man looked like he was going to kill the girl.
Meleina moves to pick up her bag and put her things back into it. It was one of those general habits when scooping up all your stuff, and happen to pick up things that weren't yours by accident. She didn't even realize that she had picked up some strange box and placed it in her bag along with her map. With bag over shoulder she strung her bow with another arrow and moves over to the man making sure to knock him back away from the girl by gently tapping her foot against the arrow. Sadly as gentle as it was she knew it would case the man enough pain to back off. She lowered her weapon once he had and put the arrow away. She put her hand on the girls shoulder. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
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