Alaylyne

Thank the gods for this :D Sefris Anemone:

Guess who's finally done with the finals! :D I've got certainly about 150+ pages of RP to read, so I'll be posting in a day or two, need to read all that XD Also need to find my chara sheets, it's been a while :')

I'm really sad to see this RP go dead, as well, I was looking forward to RP-ing evuul Fletcher. And the reason I wasn't posting was because Al's waiting for Ruth to meet her at the docks and Flefy's...well, being Fletcher. I still want to keep the RP alive D:

I'm going away - again! Anyways, going to Greece for a bit more than a week as a part of a school trip on Monday so probably won't be able to post anything tomorrow due to packing. You guys have fun while I'm gone :)

The ginger arrived at the docks, surprised to see them lacking the redhead woman whose crew she joined. She wasn't completely sure about the whole becoming-a-pirate plan, but right now it was the best way to get two things she needed: to get out of Kirkwall and get some money. Starting to think the captain'd already set sail and left without her, the elf clenched her backpack tightly, leaning on her staff as she tried to seem normal and stay out of sight. Damn it, she even gave the captain her name in that letter and acted all friendly to try to get her to agree on taking her as a memeber of her crew. If the captain does show up eventually, she'll have to ask her not to address her with her name. Elf, knife-ear, healer, whichever, she didn't care, just as long as she didn't call her Alaila. Thinking about her poor herbs closed in jars, the woman leaned against the nearest wall with a sigh, looking down the street in hope of spotting the readhead. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fletcher woke up in the morning to find the two girls from last night still lying in his bed, sleeping. Waking them up when he moved the thin blanket to half-reveal their bodies, he got up out of bed and pulled on his pants, throwing a bored look towards the girls. The blonde one with quite the assets was followed his example and picked her dress from the floor, throwing a few more glances in the man's direction. He may have been at least 10 years older than both her and her brunette friend, but the number of scars he had backed up his experience and the lacking loss of mobility. "Come on, Sarah, up you go." The blonde woke up her still sleeping friend and threw her dress on her while she searched for her shoes, resisting the urge to throw them on her dumb friend, as well. Despite having the reputation of a blonde, she wasn't the dumb one here. He was a mercenary of some sort and had quite a reputation in the inn, since all the employees knew better than to provoke him, including the old and ill-tempered bartender. And he was that kind of man that wanted to be left alone after he got what he wanted. "Sarah, come on. You really are the dumbest of them all, not to mention the slowest." The brunette finally got out of bed and dressed up, being dragged away by her blonde friend who was still eying the Anders when she tried to say something to him. Fletcher patiently waited for the two women to leave, glad the blonde had enough brain not to let her friend speak with him. He may have been in a good mood and interested in the job he was about to get, but he never did have patience to speak to women without slitting their throat after becoming bored and/or frustrated. So when the women left, the assassin let Ouray in, knowing the hawk prefered to stay outside during the night and never leave his side during the day. The Anders got another message from his employer and was about to head out today, to the old meeting spot. If this job was paid so well, there also was a catch as large as the sum he will be paid once the job is finished. So hiring a few mercenaries to serve as cannon fodder would be a good idea, since they'll all die, one way or the other, so paying them won't actually be necessary. But that can wait...details, first.

The ginger elf looked over the empty and deserted house which looked like no one's been in it for days except for some plants sitting in every corner. She knew her loved flowers and plants will die while she's away, but bringing them all with her really wasn't a choice. Her backpack contained a few packs of berries, a large collection of healing herbs, a knife, a little hand shovel, some thread for tying the herbs when she was drying them, mortar and pestle and a few glass jars for when they were again on the land, so she could refreshen her supplies. After a few seconds of trying to make up her mind and pacing forward and back, the elf took out three jars out of the backpack and filled them with earth, leaving 2/3 of the jar empty. She then proceeded to plant the most vital herbs in the jars and closed the jars, piercing holes in the lid of the jars so the herbs could breathe. Statisfied she could at least bring that little of her plants, she put the jars carefully in the backpack, again making sure she took everything she needed. In addition to her first aid kit composed of herbs, both fresh and dried, the woman filled the remaining empty space of the backpack with clothes, mainly ones for summer, a woolen sweater, few pieces of fabric should anything get torn, a needle and thread, another pack of berries though the ship should have its own supplies and tied the backpack, making sure it was as tight as it gets without crushing the glass jars. It was about everything she needed to survive out there in the wilds, since the forest provided for those who knew what to search for. After hanging the backpack on her shoulders, the ginger also hanged a waterskin with fresh water around her, put the dagger on her belt and took her mage staff which looked like a nicely crafted walking staff. It was hot outside, but she still put on her cloak with a hood on, leaving her face exposed while she was still in town. A hooded elf would only attract more attention to herself, and attention wasn't something she needed. Throwing one last look at her childhood home, Alaila walked out and closed the doors, knowing she won't ever return, with her mother or without. There wasn't anything in Kirkwall holding her back, not anymore. And if she got some money from that treasure hunt, she could...hire someone to track her mother, a ranger or a...but that would have to wait. After all, who is to say she'll even survive the whole treasure hunt? Quietly with a firm step, the elf slowly started making her way out of the Alienage and towards the docks, avoiding meeting anyone's eyes. Few of the elves threw a curious look in her direction, but stopped paying attention to her after a while, already used to the ginger woman sneaking out of the city to look for herbs. And so she left the Alienage the same way she returned just a few days before, without anyone noticing her arrival and departure.

Posting it here, as well, just to be sure. I'm going away for a week on a vacation, so you won't be hearing from me. Anyways, Steffi knows what to do with Al since I sent her a message and Fletcher will be on hold for now since he's waiting for something anyway. Have fun, guys! :biggrin:

Hey guys, just a little update from me...I'm going on a vacation tomorrow (which I found out today...gotta love my family) to the seaside and I'll be without internet connection for about a week, maybe a bit more. Anyways, Mythic gets Sefris and Neth can have Ane or have her follow around like a robot. Don't have too much fun without me ;D And ouch. Almost lost my laptop to overheating, as well >_<

Anemone followed Othos with Avira on her shoulder to the inn, immediately smiling at the sight. It's not been long since she last was in such a jolly atmosphere, but it was long enough for her to forget the feeling. Careful not to step on anybody, the genasi eventually made her way to a table that looked at least relatively clean, deciding it would be for the best not to order anything. The raven landed next to the woman and sat on the table, still seemingly grumpy because she was a bit wet from the rain. "Everybody seems to be having a blast." Ane said cheerfully to Othos, glancing in the genasi's direction as she took off her hat and put it next to the bird. -------------- Sefris glanced irritatedly at the orc, clapping in an overly dramatic manner. "My, my, an orc with a sense of humor. I thought they usually died young. It is not a surprise for one such as you, one focused so much on being a barbarian and chopping his way with an axe, to underestimate arcane power and those skilled in it such as I." the fey-ri replied poisonously, scoffing silently. She did feel like tearing someone's head off after the little 'chat' with their newest member, but fighting an orc? Ugh. She wouldn't be able to get the smell out of her clothes for days. "Mind over matter." the half-demoness added before continuing to walk down the hall, opening the first doors on the left. Empty, too small and pathetic-looking. She closed the doors a few seconds later, not considering such a room fit for her needs.

Seeing how quick the woman was to recruit people she didn't know anything about, Alaila suspected there would be no troubles joining her crew. She wasn't without her skills and a healer - an herbalist, that is; she won't give away her magical abilities - is a practical person to have around, especially on a ship. She just needed to approach her when she was alone, there were far too many people around. Not to mention that templar. For now, she was just an elf quietly enjoying her tea. Eventually the older bartender she was waiting for appeared and the ginger gave him the conconctions along with a few herbs and payed for her drink from the money he gave her, finishing it in one sip. She had a plan and work to do. How to get out of this city without attraction anybody's attention. It will require some risk, but being away from the templars on a ship is not a high price to pay. Neatly setting the mug down on the counter, the elf picked up her now empty basket and exited the tavern, heading back to her house. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Few hours later, as arranged, the man was sitting in a small tavern in the very corner of the room, hood over most of his face and smoking a pipe. The hawk was sternly placed next to his master on a chair, not minding the smoke as his sharp eye watched everyone who dared pass too close by. A few minutes after sitting down, a young waitress soon made her way to the man's table, bringing him his drink. "Your ale, sir. And a message." The ranger paid no attention to the woman which simply left after gathering the coin he'd prepared on the table, reaching for the message first, unwrapping the little paper: "I was not disappointed by your little show, Wolf. It's what they called you back in the Anderfels, right? You needn't persume hostility towards me just because poked around first. But I see you are as ruthless as the rumors say, and I can say I'm glad. The money will be waiting for you at the regular checkpoint, and I have a new job, if you're interested. I am willing to pay whichever sum you deem satisfying should you be able to accomplish this little job for me. It doesn't involve assassination, but retrieving a precious little something. Should anyone stand in your way, you're the best in disposing unwanted company. Should you be interested, I will find you at the same spot when I first contracted you within five days." The Anders crumpled the message and put it in his pipe, burning the paper. Whichever sum, hmm? Now that must be something really big the contracter wants. No doubt there will be people after it, as well. But the hunt only made it much more interesting. He eventually decided to stay at the tavern for a few days, paying the whole sum in advance before taking the key and making his way upstairs. His daggers can't ever be too sharp, after all.

Sefris looked up when she heard Hexxol addressing her, one of her brows twitching in irritation. What did that orc want? Then again...having a potential ally couldn't hurt. She wasn't stupid to think of betraying Ravenna, but should she find herself in a tight situation...The orc seemed much easier to manipulate and not to mention a better ally than that undead filth. "Orc. Spare me the ungeniune pleasantries." she scoffed, trying to behave. Potential ally, remember? Then again, compared to what she usually did to people, this was her best behaviour. "I do not follow. I lead." The fey'ri added, crossing her arms on her chest. "Is there anything specific you want?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anemone let out a sound somewhat similar to squeaking when it started to rain, laughing at the same time. Holding her hat tightly in her hands to stop the wind from blowing it away, she nodded in acknowledgement when Othos suggested going inside or at least somewhere drier. She bore no ill will towards the rain or the water element, but she didn't really like when it was present in this large of amount. Water below them, water around them, water falling down on them. "Avira! Come on!" the genasi called the raven which seemed to be cawing at the rain, trying to avoid rain drops without much success. Once the raven was on her shoulder, the woman started running towards the door, looking around to see if Othos was following. Getting soaking wet wasn't on today's agenda.

I've been kind of away, sorry about that. Will post both here and in the Dragon Age RP a bit later today.

Court mage! :biggrin: (who is secretly plotting against the queen :devil: )

Sefris had marched off in the opposite direction of the two women, still throwing a poisonous glance in the vampire's direction until they disappeared. Gods, she can't remember when was the last time she wanted to tear someone apart so badly. The fey'ri barely glanced at the orc, only huffing when she noticed him. Well...maybe she can turn him against the vampire...that would be quite a show. But for now, she needed to adjust her chambers to her liking. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Anemone smiled at Othos, knowing all too well what he means. "It's like....all my senses are three times stronger during the storm. Just the feeling of such power in the wind gives me goosebumps." As her back was turned to the wind, the genasi's dark blue hair was flying towards the other genasi and partially covered her hair, which she tried to stop - with no success, of course. After a while she took off her hat so it wouldn't fly away and left the locks of her hair fly freely, giving up. "This may sound strange, but I can't remember ever seeing another genasi. Not an air one, at least. I find myself highly curious when it comes to you, if that doesn't bother you." the woman chuckled, glancing at the see and the waves that clashed against each other like giants. "Tell me about yourself; if I may inquire. Have you met a lot of other genasi?"

"I suggest you watch your tongue, should you wish to keep it, you ignorant filth." The fey'ri hissed at the vampire when she heard her reply, taking another step towards her. After a long glare aimed in Quarylene's direction, the half-demoness scoffed and turn her back on the vampire, walking away in a don't-know-you-don't-care kind of an attitude. Fine. Ravenna can do what she wishes, why wouldn't she take a vampire servant after having an army of filthy orcs? Gods. So she'll let the witch have her new shiny toy, but the sorceress herself would behead that little b&amp;@*&#036; should she try to do something that doesn't suit her. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Avira cawed at the genasi who offered her a hand, pretending to be offended by turned her back on him. Anemone turned once she heard Othos' voice, not having noticed him before. She held her hand on her hat, since the wind was threatening to blow it away as she stood up, walking over to the other genasi and the raven. "Seeing how she hasn't plucked your eyes out, I take it she likes you." Ane said as she petted Avira, to which the raven replied by biting the genasi's fingers lightly. The woman smiled and shooed the raven who only cawed at her, remaining on her place. "Dinner?" she asked, looking at the pirate who came to bring the invitations. "Would you tell the captain I will pass, please? It is a rare opportunity for me to be on a ship when a storm is coming." Anemone watched the pirate leave to bring the news to the captain, looking back at Othos once he was gone. "You are here to enjoy the storm as well, I pressume?" the genasi asked with a smile, leaning against the railing, much to Avira's displeasure.

Luckily for Sefris who wasn't as skilled in walking in heels as Ravenna was, the fey'ri avoided falling by simply flying a few centimeters above the ground with her large wings she once again released. The sight of the large fortress made the half-demoness smile - it's been a while since she's been in a building like that, after all. As Ravenna had her monologue with the flower, Sefris stood - or rather floated - next to her without a word, silently observing the little show. If needed, she could always torch the whole ground to give it more of a...homely atmosphere. Once they were inside, the fey'ri now descended on the ground, but left her wings out in case she needed to avoid something again. The fortress truly was magnificent and just a place she imagined Ravenna in. The cold wasn't something she personally liked, preferring the chambers she resided in to be as hot as the hells, but it would do. The demoness can always adjust her room to her liking. The appearance of the drow-vampire earned her a slight frown, staying silent at first as she talked to the witch. Ravenna actually knew her? And what is this about being dead and coming back to life? Ah, idiotic drow customs. When the vampire asked for Ravenna aid in return for hers, the fey'ri was somewhat alarmed, stepping before the newcomer while her heels angrily echoed across the main hall. There was no need to hide her true nature here, as much as she liked fooling mortals, this one can't be fooled as easily. Her four fangs were visible when she spoke, her black claws irritatedly tapping against her corset and scales covered her skin - what could be seen from the clothing, of course. "Are you seriously considering this...undead's request?" She asked the witch, glancing at the woman once again. "Vampires are not to be trusted - she'll betray us the first time she has a chance if staying involved endangering her existance." Vampires may be fearless and feared creatures, but the sorceress stood proudly, not afraid of her. She's dealt with them before...she knew her weaknesses. Also, more competition? Tsk, tsk, she couldn't allow that. "Test her. Why should we trust her? Or at least leave her coffin in your care, where you can easily reach and destroy it."

"Were you truly surprised?" the fey'ri asked, crossing her legs as she leaned back. "She's a goddess. Gods are the ultimate manifestation of selfishness, greed and all the other sins they claim the mortals have. Revenge, though, is something we're better at." Sefris replied with a smile, looking at the witch. To hurt a goddess? Now that would be something far more interesting than just fighting that group of Doomguide's nuisances. "We are close to out destination now, no?"

Alaila looked oddly at the elf that entered the inn and started buying drinks for everyone. Way not to draw attention to himself. She also saw a Templar walk in, but he got no reaction from the ginger. She's seen so many Templars in the last few days she stopped paying attention to them. The first time she saw one, the elf nearly jumped out of her skin. It, by no means, meant she shouldn't be careful - she only learned how to act casually around them. And on the other hand, why would any Templar even look at her? She wore commoner clothes and no other weapon other than a dagger around her belt, a basket with herbs next to her. If knowledge of herbs branded one as a mage, the Templars were really getting desperate. Knowing she'll have to wait at least another 20 minutes for the other bartender to appear, the ginger ordered a cup of tea, listening to the other people talk. What other was she supposed to do? So there was a ship, a woman looking for a crew, something about treasure...? Among other things. Hmmmm. Maybe she'll ask around more about it later, once there weren't so many people around. Woah, that escalated quickly. The ginger only shifted a bit away from the direction the elf was fighting the sailors, not looking away until she made sure a mug or any other piece of...anything, really, won't fly towards her. A pirate, hmm? They would smuggle an elf out of the ship - if payed, of course. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It didn't took him long to find the noble's home and slaughter his way inside, getting rid of the guards before they even knew someone was there. It was always the same thing - if they saw him coming, they knew they'd be dead within seconds. If they didn't - they may as well be dead without noticing yet. He had originally planned to kill the girl first, but a better idea tickled him mind. The woman was killed while the girl watched, tied to a chair in her own room with all the toys and other things their parents had bought her to spoil her, crying and screaming and rocking on the chair as she tried to get to her mother's - now lifeless - body. He could have killed her, but no...that would be too simple. So the Anders tied the girl to her mother's corpse, making her look at the mutilated face of a woman whom she once called 'mother'. He left her there, knowing they won't find her for at least a few days. The noble's estate was small, insignificant, and away from the main roads. Perhaps some cousins or friends would pass by to see why the family hasn't sent any letters, but even if she was alive at that point, she'll wish she was dead. It was too bad he won't be able to see in what kind of a state she will be within the next few days. The stages of maddness were always so amusing to watch. "Time to pick up the payment." The assassing said to the hawk sitting on his shoulder, putting his green hood back on. No giveaways, no evidence, no witnesses. He left the same way he came, silently and without a trace, disappearing into the forest.

Well, on the bright side, Fletcher is a Templar-supporter. On the other side, he's a crazy psychotic killer |D From Tristan and Isolde, of course. Pfff, like anybody reads that thing they call a book.