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Post by Ekaterina on Sept 1, 2012 2:47:26 GMT -5
Osiris had awakened just before the sun had started to rise. It had been with an ambitious heart and an ache to know that had him searching through the nicks and crannies within the port of Kiel. He hadn't been satisfied with the monk's knowledge. He could practically taste that book and it was beginning to drive the immortal rather insane. By mid-day the sun had arisen quite high without a cloud in the sky. The seas were calm and the grass was occasionally being tilted by the faint blessing of the wind. The Tsol Raa had found another target to stalk and he did so with the most casual of methods known to assassin and thief alike. He knew this wasn't an ordinary man by the stench of sulfur tainting the atmosphere around him. The broad fellow led Osiris around town and eventually around the approach of sun set had started to head out of the city's protective walls. Contacts were watched and noted. Exchanges and their contents retained. But, as any good shadow the enigma of thaumaturgy kept just enough of a gap until the man suddenly came to a stop. Osiris stepped out from the abyssal depths to reveal himself to the humanoid standing still. They were still upon the main road and about thirty yards apart. The Tsol Raa's head lowered and ebony strands obscured his profile. “Svaklar ui wer loex ir?” The language was ancient and the other could be seen smiling. The male before Osiris stood approximately seven foot and easily weighed a good three-hundred pounds in muscle mass alone. He wasn't a big man by Big Mac means. Rather, stalwart from a hard day worth of labor. “Durnehviir, ui persvek wer vilzriquathtor myvillion. Jaci vucotic wux sweekmon jacion, Tsol Raa." He laughed at Osiris. And with such the immortal drew his katana. “Good or evil, Salem. You know I am only an adjustment to that balance. Reserving the knowledge I seek only gives me right to end your life. Tell me about the Dead One. “The tip of his blade began to cause the ground around it to coalescence with glistening shards of ice. “Si geou loreat ini jacida cha'sid ghoros si geou loreat ini dout cha'sid.” There was proudness in that creature's eyes. Specks of red were acknowledged as the entire iris was soon covered with the hue. “When I send you back to hell you should give my regards to your family.” At this point Osiris took a defensive stance. Sword was held with both hands before him, feet were shoulder length apart, and the silence of anticipation began to loom between. With the impending travel that loomed before her, certain matters of her own were in need of tending to. This required her return to the city and the necessity to adapt into the roll to which she played there. Rare was it for her to encounter any upon the road of return to the Inne. She preferred spending her evenings there, rather than the massive manor that rested upon the cliff. It was more her style of setting, than the fancy halls and formal furniture, and then there were the nosey staff members, some whom were paid dear for information by those who wished her ruin. It was upon the back of the massive steed that she traveled, but due to her innate nature, not in a manner that would announce to all her movements. Slow, and more off to the side of the main road was how she traveled, keeping to the less dense portion of the forest that paralleled the main road that lead to the city and port. It would be the sound of voices that first alerted her to someone ahead, and when words were finally audible, a language foreign to her noted. Inwardly cursing having not changed before her departure, but there was little she could do to rectify that situation. However, she was far from being unarmed. The horse would be halted and she'd quietly slip from its back. The shadows of the forest, in combination with the low light of night only aided the dark cloaked figure to better blend with her setting. Thankful was she to the damp conditions of the forest floor, which aided well in the stealth of motion as she eased up to where she could make out two figures upon the road ahead. Closer she'd make her way, moving to where she had full visual of the situation and could hear more. It was then she recognized the voice of one, which surprised her. However, she'd not make her presence known just yet. She'd await and watch as the scene was to unfold. If a need arose, she'd set into motion then, for now she'd simply watch and prepare. It was a standoff. Osiris calmly stood on guard while the humanoid began to reveal its true identity. Its skin began to brighten until several scales of red began to overlap where flesh used to be. The skull began to crack with sickening sounds of bones shifting and manipulating. Clothing became shredded with this metamorphosis and what used to be hand became claws tipped with some very nasty looking talons. It looked like some kind of saurian species. The creature’s tail unfolded and smashed into the ground indicating the spiked appendages weight. “Don’t,” Osiris simply stated as if keep this from becoming a duel of fatalities. What he got in return was a vicious roar from the prehistoric depths of this animal's throat. “So be it," he calmly said. However, at that point only one hand claimed the blade and its tip came to clash against the road. Gradually, the Tsol Raa lifted his head as to lay those dark depths upon the fiery essences that were the dragon-born's own. Its size had increased to nine foot and its musculature was much bulkier than before. "Ithquenti tepoha loreata ini sia cha'sid. Wux geou zahhar wer diieson haurach. " A faint smirk crossed Osiris's visage. “You may have slain Gods. But, I'm no god Saleminiivis. I'm only a man..." The anticipation was building within Osiris. Was the big lizard going to make its move or continue to taunt him with its credentials. " Come, I hold a requiem for your soul. " It had been enough to set the cold-blooded reptile off. It charged with another intimidating shout and at an alarming speed. It's right claw lunging back in preparation to strike at Osiris's face. In a graceful display the Tsol Raa raised his blade just enough slice four out of five talons down to the bare knuckle of its hand. The sharp digits falling to the ground, crimson spurting wildly, and Osiris had stepped just slightly to the right to prevent a full on bull rush. His back was to the beast now and it was howling and cursing him in its native tongue. A flick of the wrist had the tip of the katana being pressed into the ground again. Crimson rolling down's it sharp edge and staining the forest's floor. It was one thing to hear the foreign language, and quite another when the shape of the one she didn't recognize began to change. It was evident by Osiris' words, he was familiar with the man now turned beast. As much as she wanted to rush forth and engage into battle, especially upon notation of fresh blood. Creature it may be, but if it bled, it also meant it was capable of dying. Still, she moved not a muscle, having simply become like one with the tree next to which she stood. Hood did cause a slight visual defect, which would require the occasionally slow shift of head to continue to watch the situation as it continued. Though one hand still gripped the hilt of a long bladed dagger, which would do little damage she felt, to the creature that Osiris was now engaged in battle with. But, every strike and wound would aid in an end, and if hand would be needed to ensure it was the beast and not Osiris to expire, it would be only then she'd make her move. For now, she was but a fixture of the night. The glacial eidolon began to turn on his heel to regard the much larger beast. It continued to wail in agony at the missing appendages and Osiris felt no sympathy or mercy for it. It had chosen its path and it was time to face the consequences of such actions. Osiris returned his blade into his sheath and took a step closer to Salem. " You underestimate me, Osiris. Draw your blade! Strike me down if you have such bold power! " Osiris had noted the faintest of movements and his gaze had been captured by the subtle shift of blonde tresses concealed within a shadowed hood. " Consider this your second chance, Salem. We were allies in the clash against demons. I ask you don't make me regret my decision." He bypassed the massive creature giving his back to it once again. " Times have changed and so have our allegiances, Tsuyosa. You are thy enemy and I will strike you down." He stopped. Osiris didn't turn to look at Salem but he did notice Ekaterina. The Tsol Raa's face held disappointment and perhaps a hint of despair. Again, Salem went on the offensive and its massive weight gave way to its position. It was with a light twist that Osiris managed to snag the much larger claw of Salem. The momentum was used against the dragon to hoist him over and sent crashing into the ground with fierce impact. The Earth howled and cratered from the force used to slam the dragon-born. " We will find many like him on our journey. So, allow me to give you a lesson on their weaknesses." The blade of the katana was swiftly drawn and utilized to pin the behemoth to the ground. Without a good hand and intense pressure upon the opposing shoulder it was safe; Salem was quite stuck in a predicament. Brows furrowed in puzzlement, wondering why it was that Osiris toyed with the creature as he did. He could have ended its life several times over by now, but didn't. It was then she heard him speak, and there was no doubt as to whom the words were directed to. Disappointment in the fact she had not concealed herself well enough, though not an easy task to pull off by the very one whom had taught her the act. Still, to be able to have done so from him, would have validated her skills more; and she failed. Slow would be her departure from the forest cover, movement of form and the heavy cloak that concealed her figure beneath would make its approach to man and beast. The way the cloaks bottom did move, would give hint that something of bulk was adorned beneath, by the way it swayed and rippled with motion. Leather encased hands now moved forth, the one still gripping the dagger to be kept near her side. No move to draw back the cowl to reveal features in full, what was the need? Osiris knew who she was, and she was sure the beast wouldn't live long enough to truly care. She would move to the opposite side that Osiris stood to gaze upon the creature as she spoke to the man. "What nature of beast is this?" Inquired as she studied the creature now held in place by Osiris. Grip on the hilt of blade would tighten, prepared to strike forth if the creature made a move in which such a response would be necessary. "And why is it here?" Quietly, he regarded the large reptile as it attempted to regain its consciousness. A boot collided with the side of Salem's head to prevent awakening. Ekaterina was moving closer and when she claimed her spot Osiris began to answer her inquires. " This is a dragon born. Dragons assume the forms of mortals to interact and have affairs with them. If the mortal woman comes with child from the beast this is the result." Yes, he said dragon. " It came to offer its services Durnehviir. He is the dracolich that has our book in the lands of the barbarian king." Osiris knelt and made sure he had Kat's attention. " Their weaknesses aren't much more different than that of a standard human being. They just so happen to be a bit more resilient to physical pain due to their scales. Without a head or a heart they are worthless." As was many creatures. " When dealing with such it is always to watch where their head is. Some are still capable of unleashing a breath weapon. Fire, acids, and even electricity depending on the coloring of their scales." He sounded like a walking bestiary. " I'm surprised he did not pick you up with his scent." He looked to her and smiled softly. " They are incredibly strong and cunning. But, their biggest weakness is their pride. Easy to manipulate once you start tearing into it." He patted Salem on the top of the head like he was some kind of trained house cat. The blade removed and he gestured toward the tail with it. " Another aspect to watch for. It could crush the head of a mule if it managed to hit you right." He was standing and looking back to Ekaterina. " I have but one problem..." His expression softened and then he looked back down to Salem. The dragon born was beginning to come to. " I made a pact several hundred years ago that I'd not deal out a final judgment upon the allies I served with during a rebellion that demon and the undead were united in. Salem will be a problem for us should he align with Durnehviir." Just what was the Tsol Raa saying? " Make it clean and quick, please. He does not deserve the fate of suffering. I can honor that much in friendship." Osiris stood back and from his three foot distance he'd observe. Head tilted slightly as she continued to observe the creature that lay at their feet. It was moaning slightly and small movements which gave light that conscience wasn't far away from behind regained. She took note of the points to which damage could be inflicted, and mentally stored away the points of damage that could be inflicted back. A strange creature it was, and any further questions she would have would stand mute upon her tongue as she continued to listen and observe. When he voiced the complication, it was then she understood why Osiris hadn't struck the creature down as she knew he could. One thing Osiris had, that she didn't, honor. She made no pacts of the like, a life was a life and the highest bidder is whom gained the prize; the action of her skills. More than once had she been paid to take the life of one, only to gain a heavier purse from the mark to do a complete turnabout in action. It wasn't always about the purse, as much as to which she thought deserved to die. Only then did she put any personal thought into the matter, and this would be a double prize in the end, for she'd keep the heavy purse which paid her first also. Icy shards of blue rose to momentarily rest upon Osiris, and with his final request she enacted with precision and the graceful motions of a panther to strike. Moving forth, the hilt to be gripped by both hands so full momentum of motion and use of body would be used in the final act. Glint of moonlight to capture the razor tip of blade, and the double edges that would easily cut through bone if need arose. Where she usually would have slit the creature’s throat, then stood back and watched as its vitae would pulse free of body and onto the ground in slow forming puddle. She found a sick delight in the dying process, how they would writher, gasping for air, fighting till the last beat of their heart and intake of breath to try and live. Not tonight, however, it would be quick and clean. The heart would be the target to which she'd draw her blade in a downward motion as her form would follow to be the driving force behind it. Once it pierced through its scale like skin, it was then she'd twist it to the right and left, churning those sharp edges inside to create ultimate damage, and make hamburger meat of the heart muscle. Friends, they came and went. It was always tragic when one found themselves on the opposing side of another that they held a likeness for. Osiris was silent as he watched the lioness begin to perform the requested act. Salem recognized his predicament and it began to laugh. " You will always be their puppet. " Anger. It found weight upon the shoulders of the Tsol Raa as Ekaterina plunged her blade deep within the creature's chest. A quiet hiss and a final breathe escaped the old warrior's chest. Regardless, Osiris waited till Kat had moved before he knelt beside his old comrade of war. "Nomag wux wiap yoweth persvek guawysvern, sia thurirl." It was almost like a quiet prayer and with two fingers he closed the dragon born's eyes. Two silver coins were produced from his pouched and then laid over its closed sockets. The blood upon the road was sure to attract others and Osiris did not wish to fend the wild off of a corpse. A notion of his hand to usher Ekaterina forth. The deadly woman would also notice her horse had begun to approach as well. " The only thing that doesn't change with time... is time itself. " He sighed lightly and then he turned to look upon Ekaterina. " Years ago I'd not thought to be fighting against the very thing I was fighting for." There was amusement that hinted at his mouth. " The moonlight does you more justice than the lights at your Inne. I got something I'd like to share with you if you have the time. It requires a little bit of walking, however." Slowly she stood, and with effort that dagger would be pulled free of the beast’s chest. Standing to full height, it was then her focus shifted to rest upon him, blood dripping from the dagger upon the corpse that lay beneath. When he motioned her near, she'd first bend and wipe the vitae clean from her blade, upon the shoulder of the now dead; as per habit. Once this had transpired, it was only then that she'd draw back the hood of that cloak, revealing features and that long flaxen made unadorned by the usual braids of the hunter. Instead, it was brushed to a silken sheen, cascading about features like a silken veil with its front left open. To replace the blade, she'd draw back the cloak which would now reveal the adornment of a gown beneath. Yet upon her hip was where she wore that blade, attached was the sheath to the slender belt about her waist and the item easily hid within the fullness of skirts folds. Cloak then let to fall back in concealment as she made her way closer to him. "It seems he made the choice, I'm sure you gave him an ultimatum." A glance to note that Blaze was approaching, then looking back towards Osiris with his comment made. A light chuckle to sound. "The moonlight has ways of hiding flaws, in not only ones features, but character too." A bit of a grin. A glance towards her horse, then back to him. She knew he couldn't ride her horse, nor did she want the trusted steed to die of frost bite. "He was someone you respected .." A glance towards the corpse and then back to him. " If we put him on Blazes back, he'll take him to the Inne. Radulfr will place the body in the stable to be dealt with upon my return." It seems it wouldn't be the first time such a thing was done. It would remove the body from the road and not cause further trouble, or alert anyone to the dragon’s existence, or the fact someone had killed it. Plus if Osiris wanted to give him a proper burial, he could do so then. If not, then she'd utilize the body by skinning it for its scales, removing its talons and any teeth of interest. Bleeding it dry, simply for the fact that creatures that held internal weapons like fire and the like, their blood held a certain quality that could be used to taint blades of weapons and tips of pointy objects. So many scenarios that can take place, the ultimate decision was Osiris' to make. Osiris noticed the keen actions of Ekaterina and her blade. Such little gestures provided more insight to the woman's personality than she probably ever wanted noted. "Sometimes I wish I could make the choices for them. But, then I suppose my own decisions have been questioned. It makes the final act no easier to bear." She began to speak of flaws and how the moonlight hid them. " I suppose so. " He didn't debate such a statement with her. Though, the comment regarding Salem had him nodding. " Yes," he simply said. " They are much like the Norse in the way they live and act. Salem refused to follow orders on several accounts. During our bout with the unclean he often charged in head first." The memory had caused him to laugh. " He wasn't the smartest by far. But, the look on the horde's faces when they seen him coming right at them. It was priceless. Even watched a few turn and run the other way." He casted his glance down toward the recently fallen. " I can't imagine why he'd join forces with the likes of a dracolich." It was too late to ask now. Though, on the same token he highly doubted the arrogant dragon would have told him to begin with. " We'll put him on Blaze's back. As morbid as it sounds their own kind had a tradition of skinning and removing the bones from the body. Every piece of the fallen was to be reclaimed and used. It is their way of honoring their families, friends, and comrades." Of all people he knew Kat could find respect and interest in such a tradition. After enlightening her about Salem's culture he shifted toward the corpse. He knelt to pick the big beast up and eased it onto the back of Blaze if the steed would remain still for the process. Again, both coins were secure upon the dragon's eyes. "Bloodlust is said to accompany the savage beast. The beast is not always a creature, but the nature of one within and the actions that come forth." With her kind, such men were dubbed Berserkers. Head tilted slightly as she gazed down upon the creature as Osiris sang his song of glory in battle. "He would be welcomed within the Halls of Valhalla had he been Nordic born, even if not of blood." Looking back to him then. "If such is the tradition of his kind, then it will be honored. I will see that he is used in a way that would make him feel proud." Even if he was dense in the head, a warrior’s heart is something to pay homage to. "If he joined, I'm sure he was given a reason that made him not question their cause. If he was a warrior as you stated, he may have just thought he was joining the Barbarian Kings horde and a promise of glory in battle and the rewards to reap should they survive." When he moved to collect the body, she'd take the reins to position the equine and hold him in place. Most animal would shy at the smell of blood, but Blaze wasn't like most animals. He'd become accustomed to the scent because his mistress was a hunter. Not just of man, but also animals to be used to feed those at the Inne, within her manor, and a few unfortunates she cared for anonymously; she'd not wish for any to learn of her charitable nature. There were also those she provided for to maintain a favor for when she was ever in need. Once the creature was upon the horses back, she'd move close to the equines head and place a hand on either side of its nose. Slow caressing movements of her fingers as she spoke to him in her native tongue. The equines ears shifted in her direction, and it would nuzzle the side of her face with his nose. Her hands removed and she'd step to the horse’s side. A light touch given and the massive midnight colored beast of burden would make its way in the direction of the Inne. What one might find surprising, is that it didn't follow the road. Instead, much like earlier, it chose a path through the less dense forest in which to travel. Once it was on his way, attention would now turn back upon Osiris. "What did he mean by you are still their puppet?" This had piqued her curiosity. "Will there be problems like this that I'll have to deal with again?" This way she'd know if she needed to enact in the beginning, rather than waiting for Osiris to strike the killing blow that would never come. The Tsol Raa nodded and confirming that he agreed with her about the nature of Salem's tactics. " I'm not sure what their version of heaven is. Though, if it is anything in comparison to Valhalla then he'll fit right in." There was a respectful dip of skull when she mentioned she'd tend to honor the dead according to the culture's tradition. "Thank you," and he meant it deeply. " Perhaps; but why join what you fought years against? This search for a book has caused more than its own fair share of questions to arise. Its influence is greater than I anticipated." Kat had kept the steed still and it was already on its way toward the Inne. The actions between Blaze and Ekaterina were acknowledged just as its choice to take another unconventional route. It was her question that led him to closing his eyes for a moment. He had hoped the dragon's word had been unheard. Of course, he should have known better. " As long as I'm a guardian there will always be problems like this looming around every corner. There are some creatures that like to see other's broken and snap if not for just the enjoyment in accomplishing it." He set his focus upon the moon high above. " I was not always this, Ekaterina. " Osiris brought his gaze to her. His eyes coming to rest upon her. " When I was given this power... this responsibility... I was also given a rank of command to follow. Needless to say, they do not approve of my decision to..." It was as if he had become alarmingly aware of something. " They are pitting my past against me." This led to a deeper though and even the ground beneath him began to shiver from the sudden drop in temperature. She stood there staring up at him, listening as he made his explanations about the situation in which he was placed. "So, those you stood at the side with one, you'll stay your hand rather than execute them?" Head tilted slightly to the right in a curious nature. "I need to know Osiris if I'm to have your back. If you cannot draw a death blow to their kind, then it will be left to my hand to ensure it so when the time comes." She'd await his response to this before she'd share any further information with him. During her time in the city, she had been made privy to some interesting news. Something that actually made her think and possibly devise a plan. She was sure he wouldn't be happy with it, nor did she know if he'd even let her even try to enact upon it. But that would be learned of soon enough. For now, she needed to know how to plan for any encounters, and what part the two of them would play in the song and dance of life or death. She hit the nail right on the head. Those that had stood beside him, those that he had sworn to protect, he couldn't draw their final breath. " You're correct," he said as his right hand came to rest upon the hilt of the blade. It was more of a comfort antic than a motion of hostility. "If the world's best assassin cannot save me from such irony? Who am I to trust?” He simply smiled. " You are to be their final sight, Ekaterina. By my honor I cannot slay them even if they take arms against me. Though, they never said I couldn't have someone else do it for me." There was always a way around something. This one had proven to be a bit easier than some of the other messes he had got himself into. But, now she had her answer. Osiris began to walk at that moment but not in the direction of where the road should have taken them. Instead, he was headed off in the direction of the thicker woodlands with a motion of his hand to have her follow. Not to mention that standing near a pool of near frozen blood just didn't look suspicious enough on its own. Attachments:
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Post by Ekaterina on Sept 1, 2012 3:43:48 GMT -5
To that she'd slowly nod her head in acknowledgement. "At least I know to a degree what I have to face now, or is there more?" If there were other creatures, especially those of supernatural, it would be good to know. This would enable her to better prepare the necessary weapons in which she'd be taking with her. Then he began to walk and motioned for her to follow. She didn't question the direction he took, it wasn't like she had anyplace special she needed to be. Soon he would find her walking at his side as they headed towards the forest. "I learned some interesting information today, about this Barbarian King..." Quietly stated as they began their walk, and once he answered her first question. "It seems the reason little has been heard from him, is that he's in search for someone to produce him an heir." She'd let that hang upon the wind for a moment before she'd continue. "He's refused women who are not born of the Northern lands, he wants his offspring to be of pure blood that would one day rule in his stead." A glance over at him for a moment, then ahead. "He's openly accepting parties that include a possible candidate. The only unfortunate part of this, is those he declines are being handed off to this man whom holds claim to your book, and are never seen again." It was then she'd fall silent. Surely she didn't need to spell out to him in full what her intent was.
Is there more? " The dracolich alone has an army of undead soldiers at its beck and call. I'd imagine several types of demons and this particular dracolich is a summoner. " What did that mean exactly? " So, none of this will be easy at all if we take Salem's approach. " Wasn't nothing wrong running head strong into a group of enemies, right? She was beside him and keeping pace. Osiris was attentive to her steps and that of the sounds of the forest. He listened to the new information she had. Heir. He knew what she was getting after the very first slab of knowledge. Osiris didn't look exactly thrilled with the prospect of Ekaterina heading into the dragon's den. But, she was a strong and skilled woman. He nodded to confirm he had heard her but the idea was still being tossed within his head. " You seek to meet with the barbarian king and use your gifts of the female wiles to get what we want. " There was a lot of thoughts running amok within his head. "Strategically, it is an intelligent move. It eliminates attempting to infiltrate by stealth and puts us right where we need to be. " He continued to head forward only weaving enough to avoid the trees and large bushes. " Selfishly, the risk of thinking any sort of harm may befall you may become completely cataclysmic. " His hand found the bark of a tree to swing around it. The bark upon it frozen almost solid just from that second of touch.
She'd make another mental note of situations that might be faced. It had been quite some time since she faced an army of undead or the like and the idea did excite her some. A duck here and side step there as they moved through thickening forest they entered. Hands working to tug free the hemline of her skirt occasionally with the occasional quietly spoken curse in accompaniment. A glance over at him. "Nothing worth getting is easy Osiris." Continuing forward in their walk as she listened to him mull over the idea posed. "I'm not saying I'll be chosen, but it can't hurt to try. If I'm not, at least I'll be placed in the hands of the one in whom we truly have interest in." Yes, she had taken into consideration the king could pass her over, and put thought into what would happen if placed in the user of magic’s hands. "I would have you to accompany me, as my personal advisor. If the King uses a man much like yourself, he might see favor in the fact that I do also. I have the title to put me upon the list higher than many women, and personally in control of a lands that presently reins not under any King or Queens’s control." Oh yeah, she'd sweeten the pot to gain the Kings fancy if she had to. "If he does choose me, then I simply go through with the actions. Become his Queen, and once I hold position, I can gain access to this man you know and the possessions he holds. He can't deny me." Such was her way of thinking. "Once we get what we want, we rid of them both." Meaning the Dracolich and the King both. Icy shards of blue would peer over at him. There was no smirk or grin upon her lips, she was being serious in this strategic planning. "Of course, I'd make it look like an accident, or a natural death." In regards to the King that is.
Was that a hint of jealousy that caught his attention? Well, well, well. Fortunately, under the veil of night it made noticing such expressions difficult. Osiris knew that her logic was rather flawless in the approach. " You'd think life would be a slightly forgiving after so many trials and tribulations. " There was laughter from his part but then he looked over toward her. He listened to her plan and the deeper details of her plot. " You bribe him with land, an idea of a capable advisor, and provide yourself as the bait. " Yeah, he heard it well enough. " Become his Queen, " just the thought didn't sit well but he pushed down lump in his throat. She had everything a king could possibly want it seemed. It was all a ploy to get to the very book he had been seeking for all this time. " The Dracolich may not be so easily fooled. " It was the only true problem he seen with the tactic. " If the king is using Durnehviir as an advisor of his own he may not see it fit to have another. In that instance his rule would overthrow yours. " This led to even deeper thinking. " Then, what are your plans if the king gives you to his undead dragon? " While Durnehviir had the book attempting to get it from him may prove more hazardous than the rest of their scheme.
Nodding to his words, in agreement to his first comment, and then as he repeated in summary of that in which she shared. "How could the Dracolich not see the truth to my intentions? My title is true, as is the possession of land and businesses I own. It's all well documented, I've made sure to that." It wouldn't be the first time she'd used her position of nobility to get close to a mark, and it wouldn't be her last either. "Ahhh, he may not accept you for his own, but Queens are allowed their advisors. Their position is to assist the King and see to the welfare of their people, is it not?" Head tilted slightly as gloved hand gripped a small sapling to swing around it, the other to ensure the length of skirt didn't snag as she did. "Well, that part I haven't quite figured out yet and why I am speaking with you about it now. I know nothing about this Dracolich, nor what to expect. This would be where I would be in need of you most." Icy shards of blue to look over at him.
Ekaterina caught on quick with the issue of advising but Osiris wasn't quite aware of how nobility in the north tended to their own. "Even so, who's to say the king would adhere to tradition? Madness provokes different laws. " He was knocking down her attempts to formulate a plan. Osiris was attempting to ensure she had covered every element so they weren't left with any surprises. " Dracolich are akin to the mummies in the Middle East. Their souls and organs remain in a phylactery. Death isn't truly possible until one has the phylactery. They are gifted with the powers of their former draconic self and gifted the characteristics of the undead at the same time." Osiris drew closer to her as they trekked forward. Eventually, they came to a small clearing where a still pond was. " Durnehviir isn't your normal dracolich. He is also a flesh crafter and an incredible alchemist. " Just throwing that one out there. The Tsol Ras drew closer to the edge of the pond where he looked down into the water. The moon was positioned just enough to reflect fully within its crystal blue surface.
This time a smirk would form upon her lips. "He's a Barbarian, and a man, and his drives are basic in nature. Power, greed, and lust. Madness may indeed play its toll, but the underlying nature will still be there. When promises are made to sate all these, that is where his focus will lie, and he'll grant me any wish I may have." Slight rise of a brow before attention was back before them. "I was told that my injury that robbed me of my unborn child would prevent me from carrying again, but they weren't positive." A hand lifted to brush back errant strands of flaxen mane that continued to spill into her face. "Even so, there is an herbal tea that I can take with me, which I purchased from a passing Gypsy woman, which does indeed ensure no seed sets. There are no magical qualities to it, so none could be the wiser." Looking over at him. "And everyone knows that making a child isn't a process that happens overnight, madness or no. So that could buy us time if need be, so you can figure out what steps are necessary to get that book." Yes, she was willing to make such sacrifices to reach the ultimate goal, and without batting an eye. "As long as I played my part, if I'm chosen, how could anyone question my intent or purpose?" It was then she'd offer him a slight smile. "If I am not chosen, as you pointed out, then we need an alternate plan of action in which to follow. Dealing with the Dracolich is more your specialty than mine."
The more they chatted about this plan of action the more his stomach churned and that muscle within his chest tightened. He became quiet during her relay of what the possibilities were. Meanwhile, he stared back at himself in the small pond. It was already beginning to freeze along the edge of where he stood. Eventually, Osiris could no longer keep his mouth shut. That constriction within his chest and concern had overwhelmed him where he voiced what he felt as opposed to the logical standing of the predicament. " Ekaterina, " Osiris said softly. The immortal's baritone carried it's low symphony to the shell of her ear. " I'd rather combat the entire king's legion, his pet dragon, and even himself than to even know he had laid an intimate hand upon you. " Obviously, it hadn't meant to come out because he has sighed right after. The cat was out of the bag now. " You've got a good idea and part of me knows it will work. " Then, he turned so that his glacial optics could look upon her. " I'd go as far as forsaken the very honor I've lived centuries by just to ensure my lips are the only pair that touch yours. " Now, he could be called selfish. Osiris returned to look upon the pond and then closed his eyes. " While I know there is no passion from you to him. Just the thought stirs an animosity within him. " He knelt beside the water and upon his hand reaching within it became frigid and nearly solid all the way through. Even some of the fish were stuck in place. " In fact, I feel like reshaping this side of the forest for even thinking I should go with such a scheme. " He stood and shot his gaze back toward her.
When they reached the pond, she stood at its edge and glanced over and around it. Taking in the scenery that could be viewed beneath the dull, pale light of moon and stars. It would be his words that had her turn and look at him. Lips parted as she meant to speak, but no words came forth. For once in her life she was actually rendered speechless, and all she could do for the moment was stand there and stare at him. Then he continued to only make it more so as he spoke. It would take several moments, and she'd turn to look back at the pond and across it. A slow intake of breath that was released in a much like manner, the sound almost akin to a hushed sigh. "I'm sorry Osiris, I didn't take into consideration your feelings on this matter, and simply because I didn't know they were quite as they are." Another long pause, with only the sound of nature about them for several moments before she'd continue to speak. "But, now knowing, it makes the task all the more necessary to succeed." Slowly her head would turn and her eyes would meet his when he shot his gaze back in her direction. "Unless you're content to live with stolen kisses, brief touches, and nothing more."
It hadn't really meant to come out but Osiris couldn't help it. The more they had spoken on it the more it pecked at him and eventually that peck became chunks and bites. His eyes were as light as her own during that span of time. He wasn't quite sure what to say afterwards because of what he had recently released. " It's spun within my chest for quite some time. I didn't quite realize how... deep... such comments were cutting into me or how much I had fallen for you. " His eyes fell back onto the pond. " You started speaking about the situation with the unborn child, you being his queen, and potentially sealing it all with an evening of lust; it struck something so hostile that it's hard to hold back the violent tendencies rolling through my veins. " Teeth clenched as he hushed for a moment. They did need to succeed but he wasn't sure that was going to be the safest plan of action. Not because of the elements ahead of them but rather the heart that beat within Osiris's chest. Lately, it had become quite the nuisance and it brought decisions such as what just occurred to the surface. " I'm not content with any of it. Every day that passes I curse myself for not having that book sooner. Only because it's one less day I can spend it with you. While I may not be growing older at this moment I can't help but feel our opportunity shortened because of my ignorance or inability. " He was on a roll, wasn't he? " Then, I look at what we have to go through. Do we throw caution to the wind? Rush in there and hope for victory? Or, do we plot for a few more days to ensure we get it? Even then life may toss another ironic wall in my wake. Only to leave me wanting you more... to be rid of this wretched chill. " Osiris shook his head. " All I want, Kat... is just to hold you. Is that so much to ask for? " He shook his head and just stared into the frozen waters.
She continued to gaze out over the pond as he spoke, but she wasn't looking at anything because her eyes were closed as she absorbed his words. When he began to speak of caution, it was then they opened and slowly she'd turn to face towards him. "Osiris, long ago you took me in. I was out of control, rushing headlong into any situation with little thought and least of all care. I had no want to die, but I had no will to live either, I simply didn't care. You seen something in me that I didn't see in myself. You helped me to harness the rage that spilled forth like a torrent river. Taught me how to redirect it, use it to enhance other abilities I could possess and use to my benefit." A step taken forward to move closer, but still a slight distance did separate them. "You taught me how to use the shadows, and embrace the night and become one with it. You taught me the power of suggestion, and how to use concentrated thought to alter things in my favor. You are also the first one to have ever broke my heart, and in this, you taught me how to build a barrier around it, although when I was around you it weakened every time. You know not how many times I wished to feel your touch, or taste your lips upon mine. Only to know it would never be allowed, nor accepted, to be nothing more than what existed in dreams." Another step forward taken, then yet again until she was standing right beside him. Gloved hand would reach out to lightly caress his cheek with fingers tips. "Those feelings had been buried and the wall rebuilt when I thought you had died. For many years to remain, though I had befallen to a couple bouts of weakness since that time." Fingers to move and rest below his chin, and it would be with a gentle urge to have his eyes meet hers with the guidance of touch. "Then you walk through my door, and all that was once buried has resurfaced again. I understand the rage such feelings create, you helped me to control it without realizing that in a large part you were the source." Her hand would then move to lightly rest against his cheek. "I'm not saying that this is the plan for us to follow. It was an idea that came to me when I learned the new information." Head tilted slightly. "We're in this together, and together it will be planned. If I didn't wish to discuss it, I wouldn't have said a word, I'd have already been upon the road and heading in that direction." Slow shake of her head. "It's an idea, if you find flaws in it, then we need to work something else out."
Talk about a burning within that cold body of his. Such a fire radiating within his soul and even the frigid aura couldn't even seem to shake it. Osiris was usually so calm and reticent. It took a lot to cause anger to lift and rise. Though, it wasn't the only emotion causing such a ruckus within him. Envy, Jealousy, Want, Desire. It was all so mixed and it was beginning to break him down stone by stone. He listened to her intently and his eyes danced within her own. He had taught her so much only then to know he had been the first to break her heart. The sting in that statement felt worse than razor blades going between the fingers. She was stepping forward and Osiris didn't budge. Her touch drew him in like a moth to the flame. The affectionate tactility soothed him lightly and he closed his eyes to indulge in the touch. Then, they drifted toward his chin and his almond gaze found her arctic pools. He was the reason for her rage? If he had only known? Why didn't he see the signs back then? More internal cursing. " There isn't any flaw to your plan. " Wait for it, " Except... " Eyes remaining latched. " The moment I see him touch you... I may not be able to control myself. " There wasn't any jest in his chords. He was dangerously serious. She might have noticed that his chill wasn't present upon her touch despite being gloved. " I can't promise anyone's safety if we choose that route. I still haven't forgiven myself for letting you go the first time. " There was so much tension built up within him. " We still have one more day to prepare. If we cannot fathom another arrangement then we'll go with this option. " He shook his head. Osiris wanted Ekaterina. He also wanted that book. But, he wasn't really looking to use her to get it. It just felt wrong on his part and perhaps it was that code of honor or maybe that bout of morality. Whatever it was he knew he wasn't letting her go or become some King's... queen. Just the thought irritated him.
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Post by Ekaterina on Sept 1, 2012 4:37:16 GMT -5
Slowly she'd nod in understanding, but that didn't mean her mind wasn't working on an ulterior plan already; in fact, it was. "Alright Osiris, though that gives us two plans to choose from so far. The other is traveling through the mountains and finding a way to infiltrate where the book is kept." Wait for it. "But ... " Slowly her hand would slide from its placement upon his cheek, more akin to a caress in motion. "... There is always the game of cat and mouse..." A hand would lift before he could interject. "... Hear me out, then tell me what you think." It was quite clear any idea that meant intimacy, or displays of affection was quite out of the question. "Since he is in search, there will be many taking advantage to try and gain his favor. Some of course will bring women from noble houses, or those they think will capture the kings’ eye. But there will also be those who will ply him with gifts that will stroke his pride and ego in the form of greed and power. I could still use my position, but instead of originally planned, in the form of wanting to form a ...." Head tilted slightly as she began to slowly pace, something she often did when in a thought process. "... Alliance so to speak. Plying him with gifts and begging in return the protection of his throne to my holdings. I do have proof that attempts have been made to steal what's mine, and nearly cost my life. I can play the part of a woman still in mourning, seeking someone strong and powerful to enact as my protector and beneficiary." Pausing for a moment to look back at him. "There's always the chance he might be enthralled, but I will keep him at arm’s length. It's a game I've perfected over time and can play quite well. I let them believe they're the cat and I'm the mouse, when in truth the roles are reversed." Now she would face him fully as she awaited his response.
They had the two plans and he reminded him of the other. He hadn't forgotten. But, he lightly narrowed his eyes. She mentioned cat and mouse. Though, before he could say anything she had hushed him. This caused a brief smirk to catch his lips. He nodded as she continued looking into the subject from a king's perspective. Osiris was thinking along with her, and it echoed within his own expression. Kat's touch had faded by this time and she was in her thinking mode. " Mmhmm, continue. " She was and then she went on about how she perfected the game of cat and mouse. " I can't imagine where your practice must of come from. " He started to smirk and he gave this third installment of actions some more thought. " Treaties are a king's best friend. Alliances build empires and perhaps he hasn't been driven mad enough to remember such. " She was facing him but he had his focus upon the pond again." The Dead One wouldn't advise against such either. Just as their live counterparts dracolich are very territorial. No different than a wench staking her claim on a sailor at the docks. " Leave it to Osiris to try to evaluate every possible outcome. " This leaves us with the question of how to obtain the book. " Osiris turned to look upon Kat. He shifted toward a nearby tree before sitting down. His back resting against the trunk while he continued to ponder.
She would just grin to his comment of practice, nothing needed to be said nor would it. Listening as he deduced things aloud, and then the final statement. "Like I said, there are three things that lure most men, no matter their form, it's greed, power, and lust. Hang these before their nose like a carrot before a horse, and you can lead them to drink." Her head would shift as she followed him with her eyes at first, then slowly turned to face him as he chose the base of a tree in which to rest back against. Slow was her approach until she was near his side, and it would be here she'd lower to settle upon the ground at his side. Hands set to work without thought in the arrangement of skirts as she rested upon a hip. "I've thought about that too, and I'm unsure of how wise this might be. We do have in our possession something I'm sure he'd want to accompany that book. Whilst I toyed with the king, why not he also? Could I not dangle these items before him and in a sense seduce his thoughts with false promises? Perhaps get him to take me to where this book is, as a condition of proof before I gave hint to where the other artifacts are?" Head tilted in a curious poise.
She did have a point. " Then we know where I fall into that category. " He only teased her and he allowed his head to rest against the tree. Briefly, did his eyes close while he listened to her movements. " The book would be kept with the rest of his treasured horde. Rarely, does a dragon or dracolich retain such items within their personal clutches. " Then, that lead him onto another idea all due thanks to her. " I'd even be convinced it is kept off grounds to prevent the staff from becoming too tempted to steal from him. " A soft rub of his eyes before his hand found a place to rest upon her. " But, again his personal connection with the king may have granted him access to the king's treasury. " Osiris was becoming exhausted and it was making his thinking a bit more difficult to perform. " While animals in their own right. These are quite intelligent and being a creature of eternal life I am sure there have been many attempts to rob from him. " He laughed and then he yawned. " Have you ever turned a kingdom against itself? " It was sudden but his voice was still fairly low keyed. Fatigued expression passed along to her but not without his gentle smile to go along with it.
Light was the chuckle to sound in response to his placement. "Not even close." Quietly stated. When he spoke of the nature of the beast, and then the possibility of the treasure, she'd slowly shake her head. "No, that wouldn't be so. Kings are quite protective of their treasure, those of the Barbarian nature are possessively so. If someone was to place something near his own holdings, he'd simply claim it for his own. And since we have not heard of any major war within the walls of the kingdom, it'd be safe to say that hasn't happened." She noted his fatigue and offered a slight smile. "We should head home and get you to bed." Her hand to pat his that rested upon her. It would be his question that had her pause and then she'd just offer a bit of a grin. "In fact, I have." It was quite a feat, but easy to do. She'd just not go into details about it, that way she wouldn't cause that anger of his to rise again. Slowly she'd begin to rise, brushing off the debris from the ground once she did.
" You'll have to indulge me where I stand then. " There was a light smile as he casted his visuals from her to the little pond. " Then, that is what we need to look into first. If the advisor has the book with him upon our meeting we know he keeps it within the stronghold. If not then there is dragon's horde nearby and we might not even have to deal with the king... or the undead beast. Well, not until he found out... anyhow. " He felt her hand upon his and he looked to her. " I can't convince you to join me can I?" He began to push off the ground and her response to his final question had him shaking his head. " Such a diabolical woman. " Osiris laughed and he extended his hand out to her. They had a little bit of a walk but that was alright.
"Above all others." It was a simple response, and quite impactful for so few words used to relate it. A nod of her head in agreement with his assessment. "Many questions to be answered, but it seems in stages is how they'll come. Like a riddle." To his question he'd gain the rarity of a genuine smile. "No convincing needed." Then soft laughter to the final comment. "You taught me well, you should be proud." Stated as her hand moved to accept his.
" It's a good place to be. " He wasn't oblivious to its meaning. Osiris knew coming from her it held a great deal of depth. " Indeed." No convincing needed? He chuckled and nodded. " I am proud, " this said as his hand met hers and he laced his fingers through her own. There was still a cold element to his touch but the true frost resided above the elbow due to the concentrational effort he was making. " One day, " he said before looking forward. She knew what he meant.
Head tilted slightly as she glanced over at him and smile. Yes, she knew what he meant and nothing more was needed to be said. Her hold upon his hand would tighten slightly, then release to where they were simply holding hands as they walked. Quiet for the most part, the occasional chatter that would occasionally flare up as thoughts became voiced. It would indeed be a stretch they hiked by foot, taking nearly two hours to reach their destination. When they arrived at the Inne, it was silent upon their entry, for normal folks were already in bed. Radulfr slave was tending to the bar and fires, whilst he napped in the kitchen until he was needed. She'd walk up the stairs with him, and to his room.
Of course they'd share a goodnight kiss, and in the usual manner to where they'd push the limits of her slow beating heart from being held so close in his embrace. Parting as he would lay her to rest upon the fur before the blazing warmth of the raging fire and he to retire to his bed upon which he'd lay.
Knowing Osiris, she doubted he drifted off to sleep as quickly as she did.
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Post by Ekaterina on Sept 1, 2012 18:02:42 GMT -5
The cover of night was when things really began to move, and the forest was alive with the creatures that dwelled in such. The coolness that had graced them the passing week had given way to the humidity that was brought forth by the sea storms. This traveled inland and thusly so affected the very serenity of the area about the Inne. The air heavy with moisture, added more by the floating and drifting banks of fog that engulfed the lands. This dimmed the light which emitted from the common room which bade visitor’s entry. Windows and doors were all left wide open, to capture the gusting breeze as it passed over the lands. Inside, there were a few whom were still awake in times when most slept. Several were just simple travelers, on their way to or away from the Port City. Others patrons who rented one of the rooms above and the three steadfast that were always present; herself, Radulfr and his little slave Lilly. Rald and the tiny fem were busy tending to customers, he behind the bar as she took to serving upon the floor. As for the Norse? This night was one she claimed in leisure, sitting upon the comforts of one of the winged back chairs, set before the cold confines of the unlit hearth. Within her hand was held a glass half full of mead, one leg lifted to rest over the arm of the overstuffed chair and idly swayed. Head rested against its back, idly listening to the various conversations, listening for anything that might be considered important. Meanwhile her mind was going over the list of items she was going to gather, to take to the Barbarian King as a token gift to get her foot through the front door, so to speak.
Osiris had taken the day to clear his mind and still his heart. Lately, he found his judgment clouded and his decisions harsh out of selfishness. The Tsol Raa had stayed within his room to do such only having ventured out for a cup of tea or a small meal. There was much to be contemplated and the hours had robbed him of the daylight. While the sun was not of true concern it was the windows of opportunity that seemed to be closing with every passing moment. His hand came to the door of his room and bare feet began to step outward. Soft, near-silent footfalls began carry him down the steps carrying his cup in hand. An aura of serenity and a facade of calmness. While his body language depicted a rather soothing disposition one could also gather the assumption he was methodical by the way each step went from base to heel with every lift. As for his attire it was fairly simple and relaxed. A cotton-woven robe in the darkest shade of obsidian and trimmed in the color of pearl. The sash matched the robe's trim. He turned to look toward the bar where he noticed Radulfr. A respectful dip of his head surrendered as he presented his empty cup of tea. "Another when you have the time, Radulfr." Even a casual smile passed along before his gaze ventured toward the Norse woman. She looked comfortable and he thought he should join her. He claimed the other chair and presented a light dip of his skull. The chill around him always present but it was much lighter than in previous evenings. "Ekaterina." Her named used as the greeting before shifting his dark gaze in the direction of the door.
Motion noted in peripheral would have head shift slightly, without rising, and eyes to lazily drift into the direction of Osiris as he approached the chair to her side. Hint of a smile to grace unpainted lips as pale eyes took in his appearance with a slow head to toe perusal, and then back to those dark eyes as he sat. "Osiris." Returned greeting by use of his name. "The evening finds you well, I hope." She knew better than to ask of news about the book, for this item was even evaiding those whom she set in search of its possible location. The crows used as messengers were bearers of little news that concerned it, but did offer information on the many who gathered, in hopes the Barbarian King would choose one of their sacrificial lambs to be chosen as his wife and gain their lands favor. There was also word that many maidens had simply disappeared, and always after meeting with the King for a private interview. Though it wasn't all that did, only those that had seemed to be the most likely candidates for the man’s choosing. Those with beauty, grace, and social standing. The most sought after by men from many lands around and across the seas. Not a hair to be found once they were escorted from his presence and back to where their families stayed. How much of this should she tell him? If any of it at all. Especially after his reaction the other night to one of her possible plans.
Ekaterina would find her hope a confirmation. "As well as many of men could hope for." The man's eyes seemed to have found rest with as clear as they appeared despite their dark-hued nature. Osiris wasn't in any rush for his tea but he had found his gaze drifting in its direction. The gears within his head always turning and searching for the answers to his millions of questions. The only truth fact he knew was that as he got older he found himself asking more questions. It felt unbecoming in some cases but the thirst for knowledge was unquenchable. A subtle glance around the room and his attention fell back onto the blonde woman before him. "Time is a wondrous teacher. Though, I find serenity and careful observation to hold more true revelations." Quite the puzzle master but Kat was very keen on how Osiris worked for the most part. Apologizing wasn't unlike him nor would he do such in a normal fashion. Osiris came to rest his elbows upon the arms of the chair before allowing his hands to find solace within the sleeves of his cloth. “I allowed my greed and impatience to blind me to what you were suggesting. I was wrong." An amused smirk was carved upon his mouth. "When one looks at an entire act it becomes clear what the objective is. The potential reward and risk that is at stake. I've spent the entire day devising and there is not a more sound idea than yours." Osiris's smirk evolved into a light smile. "I suppose that even avidity can cause the wise to bend."
Ekaterina might've noted a newcomer to her inn that day a man who arrived an hour or two before dusk, ordered a meal, and now seemed content to nurse a mug of mead till the gray herald of morning. He sat at a table closest to the stairs dressed in hunting leathers and a green scarf that was now pulled below his chin so he could take a drink. A forgettable face, weathered as most woodsmen tend to be, with a mane of black hair and a cold gaze. Lilly had felt the chill of that stare when she came to ask for his order, but otherwise most were ignored. An occasional glance to the door from time to time, but for the most part he considered the contents of his mug and its dwindling supply
Randell Daviun came down the stairs. The merchant was dressed in a coat of gray wool a fine cut, high at the collar in his foreign fashion, with a white silk shirt beneath, and a pair of black trousers and knee-high boots who's buckles glinted faintly in the dim light of the common room. Randell paid the woodsman no notice at all, but crossed toward the bar to share a few friendly words with Radulfr. "Quite the skilled hunter," the merchant said in quiet compliment, after the man regaled him with a short tale of how the venison in his stew was once a spirited doe in flight just that morning. Taking a snifter of brandy his savored drink Randell was quick to spot Kat amongst the crowd of regulars. She was hard to miss, but her company was a stranger to him. This was the first time he locked eyes on the man, and now those cool grays narrowed in an indifferent study. A thoughtful frown marred a visage of calm, and for the moment he watched them from his place at the bar.
It wasn't so much that he apologized that surprised her, as much as it was to his open admittance of being wrong. Oh, she could have picked that up and ran a good distance with it, teasing and taunting; but she didn't. Instead, head tilted ever so lightly, never lifting from its comfortable rest against the chair's back. "And which plan would that be?" Left hand which had been idly resting atop that left knee would rise and so would index as she made a physical indication of the count. “One ... my becoming a sacrificial lamb?" The index now joined as the middle would rise and add to the count. ".. Or two... appearing bearing gifts to seek his favor and protection over my holdings that are presently under no ruling claim?" Hint of amusement to glint within those icy shards of blue. As for the newcomer, as forgettable as his face may have seemed, the fact that he wore a scarf on such a night did make him slightly suspect. Enough he was kept within peripheral if not by a passing glance from her direction as she kept tabs on him. It would be motion that had those pale eyes shift from their rest upon Osiris to travel in Randell's direction. Acknowledging nod of her head would be given the Merchant, and since distance wasn't that far to forbid conversation, a verbal greeting to accompany the motion. "Randell." As she and Osiris did with their simple greetings the Merchant would be recognized in like manner. As for the reason she found the strangers choice of accessories a bit odd, was the fact the nights humidity was to the point she wore only a simple vest created out of thinly tanned deer hide, and like make of pants. Knee high boots exchanged for that of moccasin style footwear. A second skin in appearance would be that worn, but it covered what was important to be shielded from eyes. It was then back to her old mentor that attention now turned. A man now considered more than just a close friend.
Yes, it did happen from time to time as much as he preferred not to admit it. Recently, there had been more within the gray matter than usual and its content made clarity a rarity to achieve. "Seduction!" he stated rather placidly. "You're more than capable of handling any situation that may arise. As your advisor I would be near. Everything to risk for everything to gain." The woodsman had been noted upon his passing but as with many occupants the chance to become acknowledged came down to the presentation of one's self. Osiris made a point to interact with those he felt either needed it or made themselves available to be contacted with. Despite the assuming lack of awareness on is part that did not mean he wasn't capable of a fatal defense if need be. In a world full of warriors, sorcery, and assassins there was always a reason to remain on guard. Though, when the sixth sense felt attention Osiris did faintly turn his head just enough so that he could regard Randell with a cut of the eyes. Whiskey's fixated onto the man and upon Ekaterina providing his name Osiris turned his head fully. He felt something was off about the fellow but he couldn't place what. It intrigued his curiosity. "Evening," he stated. Tranquility radiated from Osiris. He gestured to a spot closer to Ekaterina and himself. "Would you like to join Ekaterina and myself?" The offer made and he sent a passing glance to Kat before returning his sights back to the gentleman with the cool gray eyes.
Randell made no verbal reply, but lifted a hand to return the proprietress' greeting, and the one given by her gentleman friend. He met the stranger's eyes evenly, his own expression altered from contemplation to a mask of consideration. It was surprising how many thought keeping their faces free of emotion was a tactful means of safeguarding their thoughts, while the mere absence of expression could be a tell all on its own. That, and when you can carefully adjust your features to reflect a nervous twitch or a soft smile, you could lead a great many people to believe what you want them to think what's going on beyond his keen, gray eyes. The smarter folk weren't duped so easily, but it did keep them guessing, and that was well enough for the merchant. He acknowledged the man's invitation, and told Radulfr to hold his offer before taking his snifter over to where the pair of them sat. Randell kept his manner cordial enough, but he regarded the nameless man as a hawk might view a lion. Both were undisputed hunters of vastly different domains, and for the most part they left each other relatively in pace. However, that didn't mean they couldn't recognize a potential threat in the other. Behind him, the woodsman stirred, and while attempting to be discreet, it couldn't be helped that his focus was now solely on the merchant's back. "A good evening to you both," he offered, lifting his snifter in silent toast. "You two looked like you were in the depths of an important conversation... well, you do, sir." He gestured toward Osiris. "Kat, on the other hand, seems to be suppressing her mirth..." he paused, taking a sip of his brandy. "...quite badly, too. Has her rapier wit wounded another man's dignity? I bear a few scratches myself." All said with a commiserating smile.
A simple word to sum up the elaborate plan she had outlined that night in the forest. Hand lowered to resettle upon that left knee and she'd nod slightly. "Very well, I know what I must do next." A slight readjustment would need to be made of the plan devised throughout the day, but it could be managed. As for the information she had gained? His deciding to go forward with her first plan of action sealed the fate on that. She'd not utter a word of that which was learned, to ensure he'd not change his mind again and she would have to readjust accordingly. When Osiris shifted his attention in the Merchants direction, so would her own. Pale hues to rest upon Randell, his comment, however, did cause her smirk to grow even more. "Now, now, wounded pride is unbecoming." Teasingly stated to Randell. It was as she gazed upon the Merchant, that she noted the seemingly Woodsman had taken an interest in his back. It was casual her motion, as if interest had been lost in the glass in hand. It would be casually set upon the table at her side, and the shift of position in chair due to the arrival of the invited guest. Now vacant hand would indicate another nearby chair. "Please join us, and as amusing as it may seem, it does have importance to the matter." Playful wink in his direction. "Randell, this is Osiris ..." Pale eyes now shift to redirect upon her Advisor. "Osiris, this is Randell. A merchant who's chosen to open shop in Kiel." As for more in-depth information of each other, that would be for them to share.
Potential lied everywhere from the sthingy in the infant's hand to the might of a king's sword. Osiris was no stranger to this logic and there was a silent, mutual understanding between Randell and himself. The Inne had more than its fair share of predators within its walls, however. The comment directed at Ekaterina and her rapier wit had inspired Osiris's lips to curve heavenward. He found the perspective entertaining to say the least. Though, when he was referenced as a sir he almost laughed. "I am no knight, my friend." A glance to Kat as she made the introductions. "It is a privilege, Randell." Several years ago Osiris would have greeted the merchant proper with a firm hand shake. Though, as of the moment the Tsol Raa opted not to on account of his condition. There weren't many who appreciated the near hypothermic temperatures of his tactility. He had taken note to the terminology of another man's dignity. "She is quicker than the hands of a thief and as sharp as the dagger they wield. It is her tongue that is dangerous." He was not without his own observation and his focus drifted toward the recently introduced. "While I am not a fan of having my back kept to anyone. I've faith she'd not stab me in it. I hope much can become the same of you and I." Osiris was genuine in his words and further concreted them with a respectful nod. Then, he shifted his attention toward Radulfr. It lasted only a second to check on his tea and then he began to balance his focus between Randell and Ekaterina.
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Post by Ekaterina on Sept 1, 2012 19:53:07 GMT -5
"Ekaterina's tongue is but one weapon in her wider repertoire," Randell countered with a nod of respect to the woman, though his eyes reflected obvious jest. "As for your knighthood, I knew there was something missing... Ah yes, that definitive lack of a self-righteous air and..." he sniffed the air lightly. "As I thought no scent of self-entitlement." Another cultured sip saw his snifter to half full, and he swirled the amber liquid as they spoke. Osiris' last comment drew his brow to an arch, and he studied the man a moment longer. It was a telling choice of words, or it could be paranoia creeping in, but it was enough to give Randell pause. Thus far the empty chair had been ignored, caught as he was in the advisor's earnest request. "One should always wish to avoid violence, but always be prepared for it..." Randell answered at last, his words soft and full of weight. And that's when he frowned, brow furrowed for a moment before his eyes widened. For in Osiris' own eyes, reflected twice in those perceptive pools was the silhouette of a large man at his back, axe raised to strike. Instinct compelled him to move, ducking left and low as the woodsman's hatchet cut air instead of his flesh.
The gruff, blunt-faced attacker had moved impossibly fast, his trek across the common room silent and for the most part unnoticed by most of the patrons. The majority hadn't even registered what was going on until the merchant's snifter smashed in its tumble, the tinkle of glass drawing people's notice. But, Randell's attacker didn't give up so easily. A woodsman's axe in one hand and skinning knife in the other, he leapt at the rolling merchant just as Randell swept beneath the table. He had a fine view of the hatchet's head cracking through the surface of the worn wood before kicking out a chair right into the woodsman's gut. A grunt and the assassin was staggering backwards, but his weapons were poised for another strike.
Radulfr fixed the service of tea which included pot, mug and small bowl of warmed honey. This would be delivered via Lilly with the tinderbox that Kat had arranged just for him. Some might think it strange, but it had a cause and effect for which was a benefit for Osiris and his condition. Listening as the two men spoke, and their wit of words as they spoke of her as they did in her presence. A mask of amusement to form upon the defined features of the Norse, the twitch of lips between smirk and grin. However, all would turn into a more serious look as she noted the movement of the man; since she had been watching him prior, though attention had drifted at the time of motions beginning between the two men as they spoke about her dagger like tongue; which would be useless as tits on a bore in this situation. Not a single word was spoken when she quickly rose to her feet. A shift as the man chased after Randell and pinned him beneath a table as he struck a blow. It was as the man began to stagger backwards from the impact of the chair, that he would find the weight of her body upon his back. Having quickly moved and springing into action, she leaped upon the man’s back, one arm to wrap about his throat as the other was reaching around in search of an eye to attempt to gouge out. Legs seeking to wrap about his thighs, to inhibit his movement of them. He was already in a backwards motion when she leapt upon him, and surely the added weight would add to the momentum, to where they would either bounce off a wall, her being sandwiched between, or end up on the floor, and if that be, she'd be trying to blind him still.
Randell was obviously a fast talker by how he held himself. Though, considering he was a merchant Osiris could understand how the gift of gab was profitable. "You're observant. It'll benefit you well." It had been at that moment his anticipated tea had arrived. A kind smile provided to Lilly and anxiousness seemed to take to Osiris's features. However, he did not indulge in his liquid just yet as the philosophy from Randell had reached his ears. "Preparation is the key in opportunity. However, one can never claim there is peace without war." Suddenly, everyone was taking motion and Osiris leisurely returned to his tea. Randell was on the move and Ekaterina was taking position as well. The larger man had blended like a chameleon well enough to make his strike. The reward was a bloodless assault that left him open for attack. Osiris had shifted so that he could analyze such tactics. Both hands around his cup of tea. "It is quite obvious some people don't understand such, Randell." Even now he spoke to the man as if he was standing beside him. Even as Osiris sat there he didn't truly think the would-be assailant was a true threat. But, again his thoughts went to the infant with the sthingy. Every swing had potential and a possibility. "The element of surprise is now gone. Go with unpredictability." He enjoyed seeing the tactics of others utilized mainly because it gave him insight to how they worked. It was what triggered certain thoughts and how well they could adapt to certain situations. A light sip of his liquid and he continued to watch. Unless, they really needed his help. Doubtful, but never knew.
What Ekaterina hadn't anticipated was the man's incredible strength, for as she tried to provide enough weight to ensure the man topple to the floor, he managed to keep upright long enough so both of them met the far wall. While calculated as the first of two options, it was the force in which he rammed her against that wall that might prove potentially fatal. It was like she was shoved between the head of a battering ram and the iron-bound gate of a sieged fortress, with neither blunt competitor relenting in their challenge to crush her utterly. Once, twice... Kat was slammed back against the wall as the woodsman growled his pain, eyes shuttered against groping fingernails as his bull's neck flexed with the effort to stave off her attempts to cut off his air flow. Shoving the table aside, Randell stood swiftly, sparing only a single glance for the still seated Osiris and his voice that chased him beneath the table as surely as the woodsman did. "Once more, you prove yourself to be not a knight quite spectacularly..." he said with a grunt before drawing something from beneath the folds of his coat. It was a slender, metal rod tipped with an amethyst gemstone. And he gestured this instrument at the struggling form of the woodsman. "Kat, get out of the way!" he called out to her as the man began to thrash back and forth like a wild animal, gurgling desperately while alternatively slamming his back against the wall again and again in an effort to loosen the woman's grip.
In truth, she expected Osiris to do as he did. When he enacted, it meant situations were out of hand, and that would have been a bigger wound to mend than any the battering body of the man could create upon the Nordic woman. Once, twice, her body was slammed back against the wall, the second to actually rob her for a moment of breath. Like a bad habit, she was remaining stead fold in her grasp. Though her hand that sought to gouge an eye would shift when her body slammed between the wall and his brute bulk, and rake those nails across his face and rid him of a few layers of skin in the process; a mark he'd keep for as long as he lived in the form of a scar if it ever healed. Arm about his neck maintained its vice like grip, refusing to release, for the actions of the battering motion only made her cling all the more. A hold to remain upon his back, as well as trying to rid him of his conscious state. Spit and blood now spattered her as the raging bull tried to buck her from his back; like watching a human rodeo. Attention had been upon her intended victim, which was until she heard Randells words off in the distance of her hearing. An upwards glance as her head moved just as the would be assassin tried to give her a reverse head-butt, the back of his head to her face. Taking note of something in his hand, it was reason enough to make a final strike to gain her clearance. The next time the man slammed her back against the wall, she was prepared like a tight spring. Feeling the solid nature of the structure behind her, arm about his throat released as the forearm of the opposing rose and slammed forward. Arm hitting his neck as her fist met with his heads back. Meant to separate them, as he moved forward and she’d drop to the ground in a crouch before rolling off to one side.
The strength of the woodsman was commendable even with Ekaterina's grip being tighter than a pit bull’s locked jaw. Right hand came to caress his chin in consideration to the method of choice. Randell was back to his feet and Osiris merely smirked in reaction to his words. "Afraid not. However, I believe you have more pressing matters than conversing with an old man at the moment." Amusement lighting his eyes as he took note of the instrument coming out to play. The reverberation of the establishment due to the crushing impacts from the woodsman had drawn his gaze. It wasn't the assailant he was looking after but the vital signs from Ekaterina. The danger was obvious but she had dealt with far worse. If Randell had been in the same situation then Osiris might have stepped in depending on how he held up. The Tsol Raa watched as the Ekaterina went to the ground and he turned to judge the power within the metal rod. The entire scenario playing out within his head but quietly within he was taken preemptive measures to ensure the safety of both Ekaterina and Randell. A glance to the woodsman and Osiris raised his cup in his favor. "There is always power in numbers." A sip removed and consumed. "Requiescat in pace."
It worked. The woodsman was disoriented, thrust forward, and then staggered back against the wall without the cushion of her body to shield him from the power of his own impact. When he met the wall again, the wood groaned in protest, slight splinters erupting up and down the timbers. When Kat had ducked away, Randell took aim, trying to ignore the advisor waxing philosophical aloud. With a thought, the gem at the rod's tip flared with power, and soon the whole room was blinded by a sudden explosion of light as the forked tongue of a lightning bolt lanced forward and struck his attacker square in the chest. It all happened in less than a second, yet the residual of that flash kept them from knowing the result of his counter stroke. Soon their vision cleared, and there the woodsman stood, his torso a blackened ruin of flesh and charred leather. And with a crumpling motion, he fell to the floor. A slight impression of his body was left upon the wall, along with the scent of burning flesh. It permeated the air with an unpleasant odor, yet the threat had seemed to pass. Randell crossed the room to Kat, bending low to check on her. "Are you all right?" always the first question one asked, and when wellness was secured... "I will gladly compensate you for the damages of…" someone screamed. Randell glanced up. He was shocked to see that most of the patrons had remained, some probably too afraid to flee others were thrill gawkers. Those cowering in fear hid behind chairs and tables. One woman was pointing to the woodsman's body, which began to... stir. Suddenly, Randell's attacker had hands beneath him, and his face, now remarkable through Kat's harsh touch, was contorted with agony. But it wasn't the pain of wounds, but something far more deeper... and dangerous. Randell knew instantly when the man's flesh began to turn a mottled gray, his jaw elongating into a lupine maw. His limbs twisted, the sound of bones snapping filling the silence of the common room. Muscles bulged beneath flesh that now grew swaths of fur, and before their very eyes rose not a man, but a beast of nightmare. "NOT SO EASILY FELLED, SPIDER!" the words were spoken from a tongue never meant to wield a man's language. All Randell could do was mutter, "...this is new..." before raising his wand at the lycanthrope's sudden charge.
She was in the process of regaining her footing to stand, when a blinding light engulfed the common room. An arm lifted to shield her eyes, although it was too late and the light blinded her. Then it was all over, however, her eyes did not adjust as quickly as the others; her weakness or flaw if you will. Those icy shards of blue that could easily view passing in the night, the ability to see with just the slightest light of the stars, were useless when it came to brightness, especially extreme. A hand raised slightly, much like a blind man seeking to find something solid before him. The scent of burnt flesh and hair assailed her senses, in which she assumed the man was now the equivalent to a rabbit cooked upon a spit for hours. "I'm fine!" Growled in an annoyed tone, as the lie passed her lips. Pupils were but pinpoints before they'd expand to a full dilation that gave a semblance of the moon before the sun during an eclipse; a ring of icy blue iris about the dark void of pupils. She heard the scream and her head would turn in the direction from which it came. Having to use other senses, being robbed of one due to Randells wand. The distinct sound of breaking bones to follow and then the guttural voice of the man turned beast when he spoke. A low utter of curses in her native tongue as her hand moved to seek the solidity of the wall behind her, to use its aide in help to stand. Unsure if an attack was upon her, or anyone else. For at the present the Norse was blind, but she was anything but helpless; she knew how to fight in the dark if she had to, and would.
The sudden flash of light had caused Osiris to turn briefly to shield but he had been a second too late. Disorientation had caught him until the aroma of scorched flesh hammered his olfactory sense. Osiris still sensed life and it disturbed him. Randell was in the process of asking if Ekaterina was fine. Okay, so Osiris wasn't going to warn him of the response he'd get from her. He figured every man should get to share that experience. The pair has taken his attention from the attacker until the scream echoed through the Inne. This led Osiris to putting down his cup and coming to stand to his feet. It... Was shifting and the Tsol Raa began calculating. His prerogative was the safety of those within the Inne. The beast had arisen and it's intimidating cry of stalwart determination resounding. Osiris had utilized this time to position himself in a line in the direction of the open door with the animalistic creature between him and it. Peripheral caught Randell preparing to raise the wand so with this in mind Osiris capitalized. As the beast charge Osiris busted in a quick sprint from his dead stop. As he got closer he lowered suddenly using the momentum to send his knee out into the kneecap of the approaching creature in hopes of having its face meet the floor. One blast was strong enough to cause the transformation. He was only curious if the second from the wand could stop the heart altogether. Magic was magic. With his initial off-set position that would set Osiris up to shift out of the way should Randell open fire.
Claws scarring the floor as it charged, the lycanthrope surged forward like a gray blur. Its intent was clearly wrought upon the merchant, so when the older man slid into place, the beast fell prey to the trap. The unnatural assassin's knee slammed into Osiris' own, and while it had the desired effect of tripping the creature up, it felt as if the advisor just took a hefty blow to the leg by a steel-faced hammer. The ploy only earned them a heartbeat, though, for strength was not the sole power of the lycanthrope, but speed and dexterity as well. Sent sprawling forward, it just began compensated by continuing on all fours, leaping the final gap to descend upon both Randell and Kat before a sizzle of electricity, and that burst of illumination once more sent the beast flying backwards. To those who lost their sight, there was a sound of breaking glass as the creature's bulk was sent right through the front window and into the darkness beyond the inn's porch. A second past, then two... when it reached a minute, Randell slowly stood and approached the jagged frame, peering out. "He's gone..." the merchant announced grimly.
The sounds of combat continued about her, with the sounds of broken furniture, the grunts of collisions with that and colliding of bodies, and then the sound of shattering glass. It irritated her that her sight had been robbed and she of partaking of any combat taking place, especially in her place, her domain. How dare she be removed when the blood lust had swelled to such proportions while wrestling with the man that had turned beast? At this point she was no longer completely blind, but still had those large spots that prevented her the full ability of sight. What really pissed her off, was an assassin in her own domain. That was like a young pup pissin on the tree of a dominant male; unacceptable. It would be a situation she'd look into at another time, right now she needed to regain her bearings and full vision.
The hairy beast had power behind it and the contact with his knee had caused a great deal of discomfort. However, Osiris wasn't mortal and such punishment was accustomed to. Though, he had limitations on displaying any amount of his gifts. He used his hands to push him back to his feet where there was a slight limp in his step. Akin to someone who had been dead-legged. However, this time he had sense enough to close his eyes and therefore was able to retain his visage. As such he didn't see where the flying dog had got to. The broken glass from the window and the distorted frame had provided the insight. Gone, claimed Randell. He moved off to reclaim his earlier spot and the warming tea. From dealing with Kat he could tell she was angry with the assault. "I'm positive he'll return with friends." There was a hint of mirth in his tone. "Even so, I doubt the odds will be in his favor." Both hands wrapped around his cup just so he could allow the heated liquid to course down his throat. "I'd say you were some kind of mage, Randell..." He started to grin. "But you're missing something..." Slight cant of his head. "Ah, yes... the lack of pompous, erudite nonsense... and you have a will to get your hands dirty." Something he could appreciate. "A little messy but effective. Can't argue with efficiency now can we?" His focus veered toward the unlit hearth and it remained there for now. "Ekaterina, we'll need to work on your aim.”
"You forgot pointy hat," Randell replied dryly, holding up the slender wand before him. "But no... No mage am I, but their power can forge tools that any man with the right education and know how can use..." he slid his unorthodox weapon beneath the folds of his cloak, briefly revealing that rose pendent once more. Ekaterina was already familiar with the piece. Three brilliant rubies forming the petals of the flower, while an onyx stone marked a wilting imperfection. It disappeared when the coat settled back again. "Efficiency... perhaps," he, too, had noted the man and was preparing for anything foolish the would-be assassin might try. Purposefully ignoring him the entire time had been a lure, hopefully to lull the woodsman into a false sense of security, but Randell hardly expecting the assassin to turn into that... thing. Or to move so fast and silently without the benefit of his monstrous form. That had been a severe mistake. "I have to get down to the port, make sure my other holdings are safe. Whoever this beast is, he's targeted me... and I cannot be idle. When I return, we can speak of compensation, Kat..." and with that, Randell started toward the door.
"On my aim?" A hiss of words as she worked on controlling that ire to her predicament. Not so much the predicament as the fact a weakness had been revealed, and in front of Osiris. Why did it matter? Because he was once her mentor, and it was a moment to be used to impress with skills, which in turn was a failure. Now it wasn't her intent when she moved to aid in Randells defense, more an afterthought that added fuel to the anger that burned within. Lilly ran to her side to offer a hand of guidance, and was harshly pushed away with a low growl of words. "d**n it, I'm alright." Lilly would look up at her, a hurt look upon her face before she'd wander off to begin cleaning the mess created and Radulfr set to the task of appeasing the patrons that remained with free drink and offer of food; a good employee that one. "Ja, we will indeed speak. Next time, if you're going to use something like that, say duck and cover your eyes." A near sneer of words, oh yes, she was irked, mainly because she'd been taken by surprise; the Norse didn't like surprises. A hand waved off in Randell's direction, and after bumping into a few low lying objects, she'd finally make way to her chair and plop within it unceremoniously. "Not one d**n word!" To whom did she growl that last warning? To everyone? To Osiris? Perhaps Radulfr? None would know because she never personalized it
"I will just have to lend you mine," he said in regards to the pointy hat reply. Further confirmation of him not being a mage had Osiris nodding. "Destruction in the palm of your hand. It came in use tonight." He fell to his thoughts for a brief second. "Mmhmm," he quietly answered to Kat's hiss of words. How she was behaving now was much the same in her youth. Poor Lilly suffered her spoken wrath initially and Osiris continued to monitor through the use of the auditory sensory. Radulfr was tending to the customers and then Randell was starting for the door. "They move swifter than the night after the descending sun. Remain vigilant and retreat here if you must." It was Osiris's way of saying he has his back if need be. What was it worth? That had yet to be seen. Nor would it until he needed it to. Ekaterina was snapping off again and Osiris watched as she plopped down into the chair. "Suppose I'll just have to keep my lessons to myself then." His eyes returned to the hearth and there was a grin threatening to lift. It was even tough for him to keep a straight face while he drank his tea.
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