Her back was screaming in pain by the time she had finished cleaning, but from what Terra could tell, it had stopped bleeding. Now that she had rested up and they had started to heal a little bit, her magic had taken over and helped speed up the mending process. As soon as it finished healing, hopefully in the next day, Terra would be able to leave and not cause anyone else any more trouble. However she felt like Sweallow would throw a fit if she tried to leave before then given he had not allowed her to leave before. Then again he never really seemed to get that angry of forceful, so he probably wouldn't do too much to stop her if she did leave now. When they were invited to sit, Terra picked up the bucket of filthy water and walked outside first to dispose of it. The floor was clean now and there was no use for water latent with blood and dirt. Terra quickly emptied the pale in a corner of the property away from any walking path, before coming back to the warmth of the house and the tea set out on the table for them now. Taking a seat, Terra remained quiet and she sipped her tea and looked between Alyse and Sweallow. She didn't like small talk, and Terra had a feeling most questions would be considered dumb. The silence quickly made her uncomfortable however. "Thank you for your hospitality towards us, but I think it might be best if I leave before I manage to bring any more trouble your way. Sweallow, would you like me to teleport you home before I go?" Terra offered. "To be honest sir, I don't know too much. I had met up with a fellow witcher on the road and had offered to help her with her mission." Keenan started to explain to the general as he looked on towards the direction of the castle. "What I do know is what I witnessed when we arrived. The mage can control the undead like you well know. You must be careful because these undead are found behind walls, beneath the ground, anywhere really. They will reach up from the ground to grab your ankles and hold you in place till the others arrive. From what I can tell however they do not have any will of their own. In essence, cut off the head and the body will die. Kill the mage and the undead will no longer attack and likely return to being dead. However the problem would be getting to the mage. He probably has thousands of undead that he can control making it near impossible to get close. The man is also insane. I don't claim to understand his reasoning but it is more than just bloodlust." Keenan continued to explain before approaching a more dreaded subject of the undead themselves. "As for the undead, most seem to be pretty weak on their own and need numerous to work to over power you. However this isn't the case for all of them. It so happens that he has one of my brethren as one of his undead. A young witcher, fresh in the field died and is now under his control. It seems he didn't die long ago meaning his body is mostly intact, and he will probably be as strong as he was when living. The more decayed ones will fall easier then the ones that are still rather fleshy. If it comes down to it, let me handle Aaron since I will know his strength better then any of you. I can't say I have ever fought an undead withcher, but I fought Aaron so at least I am better prepared." The thought of having to fight Aaron was not a pleasant one, but if someone had to do it, that would be either him or Veera, and considering her situation it would likely have to be him. No one else had the knowledge or right to bring down another witcher besides the two of them. "...We were sent to him to keep Tessa safe and for me to serve a punishment." Seth filled in the rest of why they were sent to him. "Not too much information was given to us on him, but he was reasonable enough with us, not talking much about himself. I was to work to pay for some care as my punishment, and since I haven't been looking for the job I was supposed to, I am a little worried what he might think." Seth finally explained the rest of the story to Adolin. He then glanced at Tessa with a gentle smile as he guided them through the street. They were going to be okay, he wanted to make sure she knew that, but he also had to convince himself of such things. There was a certain uneasiness about all this that Seth couldn't seem to put to rest, however Tessa did say she would do the talking, and since she was the innocent one, then perhaps Sigmund would listen better. His eyes returned to the streets ahead as he sighed and tried to think about what they were going to do about this all. "Honestly that is about as much as we know about Sigmund, so I would be prepared for anything if I were you." Seth advised Adolin as they entered the rich area of town near Sigmunds house. Annabelle followed Evelynn into her office, taking in all the bookshelves before turning her attention back to the woman. The small girl didn't take a seat since she hadn't been given the okay to do so. It was one of few things that she had learned around the castle so far in the way of how she was supposed to act now that she lived here. "Well... I don't know. One of Archon's mages found me and her gre-Yana. He managed to chase her off and free me from her and then he brought me here. I don't particularly know why myself. My parents were farmers before Yana murdered them and made me follow her. I am nothing special at all." Annabelle explained wondering if any of that information might help Evelynn figure it out, but she doubted it. It didn't seem to make sense at all and this time Annabelle didn't think it was because of her lack of education. Matilda managed to make it through the streets without anyone looking her way. She was just another face in the crowds that was not particularly noticeable. The young teen took extra care to avoid the area around her own home as she walked down the streets towards Sigmunds house, not knowing how safe her home would be if anyone decided to try to wholeheartedly look for them. On the other hand given everything that was going on, Matilda was not convinced that there was going to be much of a search for them, more likely guards just told to keep an eye out in case they do see them. It wasn't like her or her brother were dangerous anyways. It had taken a bit of time, but Matilda at last found herself standing at Sigmunds front door, taking a deep breath before knocking, waiting for an answer. All she needed was to get her bag and then she could leave. She would patch up her brother and then they would leave the city for a while, until it was safe for them to return. Matilda clenched her hands into a fist as she fought off the dread of it all. She could do this, and she would, for her families sake they would flee. It wasn't safe here, even if it she didn't know much of the world beyond. At least she had her knowledge of medicines and herbs so if she had to she could get money for them, at least till her father found them.
If you are going to be like that, I am going over to my friend Gaia's house for a week. Peace.
Name: Anthea Romero Age: 18 Class: Mage Weapon(s): Staff generally but has a dagger on her at all times for the just in case situations Armour: Robes Appearance: This girl Personality: Anthea is rather shy and not so confident in her powers. She tends to second guess her decisions. Anthea is a submissive kind of person and it isn't hard to gain her loyalty. She is not easily angered and prefers peace over conflict, but that isn't always how her life works. Backstory: As a young girl Anthea showed her potential as a mage. She showed signs of her magic powers yet didn't know what to do with them. Her family was a poor family in the country side, one that didn't last long. Between illness and starvation it wasn't long into the girls life before she had no one left. However not all hope was lost for the young girl. During a day of begging for food the girl displayed a small amount of her powers, this caught a mans attention. He was a wealthier man from Whytehold. The man ended up taking Anthea to his home with him, she was ten at the time. Anthea lived with Grason, the man who picked her up off the street. In exchange for saving her from that life, he wanted two things from her. The first was she was to work like a servant for him, doing what he asked her to. The second part of the deal was not as simple however. Whenever she was done her work for the day either Grason or one of his men would take Anthea out back to train her in her powers, but not only her own powers but incantations too. They would never say the motives behind this training, but it happened without fail, she would train. As life grew busier for Grason, Anthea's work load grew to more. It came to the point she only had time to train, once every couple of weeks. Her progression on her powers are slow from a mix of not having time, and not enough confidence in her powers, however slowly she is learning to be a decent mage. At the very least through all of it, she was able to learn to control the magic, even if it wasn't strong, the most important part was out of the way. Base Attributes: Strength - 2 Constitution - 1 Agility - 3 Precision - 4 Magic - 5 Faith -0 Intelligence - 4 Charisma - 1 Level 3 Attribute: Magic Level 2 Attribute: Precision ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Laurentinus Quick Age: 23 Class: Guardian Weapon(s): Broad Sword and Heater Shield Armour: Heavy plate armour Appearance: Here Personality: Laurentinus is a rather serious person. He takes his job, and the protection of others very seriously. This young man strives for success in his own way, success within the guards, not great wealth. Laurentinus takes great pride in his nation and would do anything for it, no matter the danger to him. Though he cares for others and their well being, Laurent has a tough time showing it, he isn't good at making it clear that he cares about anything or anyone. He tends to be alone and is seen as a bit of a stick in the mud because of his devotion to the rules. Backstory: Laurentinus joined the city guards the moment he was old enough to do so. Ever since then he trained and worked hard to work his way up to being the best. The only problem with this is that he hasn't had much of a chance to prove himself. Laurent trains hard to be a good guard, but a lot of times there isn't much need for a skilled guard, just someone with enough threat to make people stop what they are doing. Even still Laurent always keeps a sharp eye out on the city, on or off duty. He stays out of the way of others and lives his life mostly by himself, scared that if he gets close to someone that he will lose them too. Growing up Laurentinus' father was a great guard, one of the best and highly known and respected, yet not even he could stop the death of Laurentinus' mother when she was murdered one day in their home. His father went on a hunt for the man who killed her and never returned, Laurentinus was left with the care of his younger sister. The boy did everything in his power to protect her, but couldn't stop the man who endeared her, made her fall in love with him. He took her away from him, claiming to want to marry her and ended up doing horrible tests, and practices with dark incantations on her. He then murdered her, dumping the dead body at Laurentinus' door. Laurentinus was left with nothing except a job within the guards and a burning desire to stop all evil that was in the world. Base Attributes: Strength - 4 Constitution - 5 Agility - 1 Precision - 3 Magic - 0 Faith -1 Intelligence - 3 Charisma - 3 Level 3 Attribute: Constitution Level 2 Attribute: Strength ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Sebastian Whitethorn Age: 26 Class: Calvary Weapon(s): Calvary Blades (x2) Armour: Light Armour Appearance: Him Personality: Sebastian is a bit full of himself believing himself a holy man that is granted his fighting ability by the gods because of his loyalty to them. He fights his hardest because he believes that is what is wanted. Sebastian likes to talk and be involved in things, but he also likes to step back and think about what is said. He isn't one to believe something just because someone told him to, unless it is about his gods and he believes it true. He doesn't question things about his gods. (Follows the Guardian) Backstory: Sebastian's family was a very religious family and he took after them. While his family followed a more peaceful god, Sebastian took to the Guardian. He trained often as a form of worship, but he preferred riding over fighting. It wasn't until more recent years that he realized that he could combine the two. He decided to take his skills on the road as a source of both money and a way of spreading the word of the Guardian. He became a mercenary, helping the innocence and when he was done and being paid for the job, he took advantage of that time to stop and explain to them why he did it and the god he worshiped. Base Attributes: Strength - 3 Constitution - 2 Agility - 4 Precision - 2 Magic - 0 Faith -5 Intelligence - 0 Charisma - 4 Level 3 Attribute: Faith Level 2 Attribute: Agility
Perhaps Karina's mood lifted a little bit as she took hold of one of the cannons and aimed it right at that damn mouses head. The thought of him still made her shiver. "Damn ******* you aren't going to get away from my wrath this time!" She shouted as she started firing the cannon at it. While she at first was going to leave this fight to one of the few people she had some trust in, Karina couldn't pass up the chance to get a few shots in herself. While she was worn out from the last battle, she want so worn down that she couldn't use a cannon. She was however happy that she didn't have to be down in the centre of the battle. There was only so much abuse her body could take. Karina's eyes drifted to Stratos for a moment. "Make it hurt." She mumbled to him, hoping he would finish the mouse off. After all he was the one she asked to give the thing hell. Why she preferred Stratos to do it over anyone else was kind of a mystery except for the fact he had been at her side fighting with her through the chaos of the thousands of heartless that had attacked them. She supposed it build some sort of odd trust that Karina was not used to feeling. And then there was Kel who she really couldn't figure out, however he had often been kind to her despite her attitude. He also offered her a new home when this was all over. Perhaps if he had been down their with Stratos she would be okay with him getting her vengeance for her. However he wasn't but instead beside her on one d the cannons. That meant it was all left up to the weirdo weakling. Karina fired the cannon. Ooc. Phone post from work. I couldn't actually see half my typing so there may be some odd auto corrects I don't know
He couldn't call the men of the Ouranos. There was no way she could help them from here though she wanted to. Yvette couldn't stop the sinking feeling of failure from settling deep in her stomach as she stared ahead at where she was going. Normally she would love flying, no matter where to or what for, but right now it was only filled with dread. She was flying into the enemy ship while they cleared her, getting what they wanted. Yvette couldn't help but wonder what that would be, couldn't wonder how many died on that ship. And here she was, all she had learned was that these people on this particular shuttle were most likely siblings. Given the words of the eldest girl, he imagined that at least her and Janus were sibling. With the visual similarities between the rest, it wasn't a far stretch to say that they were all siblings here. A squad made up of a family, that would make for interesting dynamics. "What is it exactly that your boss wanted from us?" Yvette asked, caution in her voice as she did so. Yvette didn't fight about where to direct the ship, doing just as she was told and heading towards the slightly smaller ship to park the vessel. She just hoped to get some answers as she went there. There were more questions to be asked, but Yvette was not willing to push her luck any further. Janus had mentioned getting some living quarters set up for her instead of shoving her in the brig. This made Yvette curious since it meant that they weren't going a short distance. Who cared where they held her if they were traveling for only a day, or even two, but if he was going to get a proper place set up for her, it would probably be longer or else it wouldn't have been worth it. So where exactly were they going? It was another big question that she wanted to know, but not worth pushing her luck over, not yet. Perhaps after she was... well settled in... she guessed she could call it. Though how settled in she could get would depend on what they did when they discovered who she was. This scared Yvette the most. Scarred or not, Yvette held her head high as she pulled the shuttle into the ship and brought it to a stop, opening the doors when it was safe.
The look in Corvo's eyes was enough to make Roxanne take a step back. She had never taken steps to hide how she dealt with the downworlders that she was suppose to kill, so when Glynda said something, it didn't bother Roxana at all. She had not expected however for Corvo to respond in such a way to the news. She was in big trouble now, she knew it. If she had not cause enough trouble before, it this would definitely push it. Roxanne desperately wished at that moment that there was somewhere else for her to go, some place that she would be safe, she certainly didn't feel safe with Corvo anymore. "I-I only do that to bad people, I swear. The ones we need to kill to keep the peace. I would never do it to anyone innocent. I promise." Roxanne tried to defend herself, but given the way Brianne responded when she saw Roxanne do such things, Roxanne imagined her defense wouldn't help her much. She was scared of what Corvo might do to her, yet she couldn't make her feet move, could find the strength to try to leave the safety of others again, when she knew the dangers of running around alone. She just prayed that dealing with the old man would keep Corvo's wrath from her a little longer.
I don't actually believe in this stuff, but I am bored so why the hell not
"You could do anything, if you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That's what scares you most."
Joined as Aelin
Terra went to the drawer to grab a cloth first while mentally preparing herself to face the storm outside. She wanted to just part the clouds as she walked, clear a path for her to the well. However given everything that had happened, and the fact that she just woke up after passing out due to magic overuse, it was not realistic to do so. Terra wasn't particularly dressed for the cold, but she had a feeling that Alyse wouldn't give a crap about that. After all she had to carry Sweallow back here when she could barely walk or stay awake, why would she care if Terra was cold. Though she supposed she should just be thankful that when she got back from fetching the water, there was someplace dry and warm to go back to. The entire walk to fetch the water, two words kept echoing in Terra's mind. "You're lying..." Alyse didn't believe who she claimed to be? It shouldn't have been that much of a surprise since many assumed her dead after not being seen or heard from in twenty years. Plus she outright stated that she didn't care who Terra was. However it still seemed odd to be so sure of that fact. So sure that she was lying about who she was. Why would anyone lie, claiming to be her... to be the her from 30 years ago who destroyed families and fueled wars on command of others? She supposed that if someone wanted to be feared they could try faking being her, but this situation, there was no use in drawing people to fear her. The only reason she used the name she did was because she had failed Eric. She did not deserve to use his last name, only leaving her with her own. Entering back into the cottage, Terra barely paid attention to Alyse as she dealt with Swellow. Instead she simply set to work dunking the rag into the bucket of water that she had just drawn and scrubbing the floor. She grimaced at the strain it put on her still wounded back from scrubbing, wondering how much it would take to reopen the wounds once more. Terra honest to goodness felt pathetic. She had been wounded trying to protect her kids and now she couldn't even get the damn wounds to heal before being thrown into another situation that she wasn't prepared for, all the while thinking about what happened to the kids. How did she go from a much feared mage to this mess? It was embarrassing really. This only through Terra into her cleaning more, scrubbing harder and putting more force into wringing out the bloody water. She didn't want to think of any of that right now. She didn't want to face the reality of her situation. So she lost herself in cleaning, not having any other way of distracting herself. "It would be my honour to ride with your party Commander. You may call me Keenan." Keenan introduced himself. He was grateful that the Nilfgaardians seemed willing to help, even if it was more for their own gain. If he could get Veera and her mage friend free, then he would be truly grateful. That being said, Keenan couldn't help but wonder how many of these men outside would fall in this battle. They weren't fighting for his sake, but he still felt slightly responsible for these mens lives given he had requested this help. It was always hard to watch people fall in battle, that was something Keenan thought he would never get used to. That being said he had learned to live with it over the years of being a witcher. There was no escaping such things. With a whistle Keenan called his horse to him, joining the soldiers ready to march out of on the castle. His two swords peaked over his shoulders as he sat tall and road along. It was all that was needed to set him apart from the rest. Not to mention he was not wearing any sort of Nilfgaardian armour, instead armour crafted specifically for witchers. Taking one last check of his supplies, Keenan set off with the rest of the army, marching right back to the place he had left earlier that day. A wave of relief washed over as he spotted Tessa and Adoline. They were both safe, thank goodness. Tessa found her way to his side, giving his hand a light squeeze while Adoline spoke. They were running out of options here, he knew that. There was only so much one could do to find a person in a city as big as this, and they needed all the help that they could get. And as Tessa mentioned, Sigmund might be their best chance at a warm bed. "As much as Sigmund doesn't seem to like me. He didn't seem to mind what we are and offered us shelter. He may be of help or at least a warm place to stay for the night. Given this storm we want to get there sooner rather then later. He was also the one who sent for Matilda in the first place. He might know how to contact her again. As much as I don't care to go back there, it seems like our best option." Seth admitted. He couldn't help but wonder if Sigmund would be pissed at him for not doing as instructed, or let it slide due to the event earlier today. He hoped it was the second, then things would be a whole lot easier. Annabelle could barely bring herself to pay attention to Evelynns ranting, nor did she care that much for it. The library that had amazed her when she first walked in felt suddenly dark and creepy as the natural light had all faded only to be replaced with flashes of light the would illuminate the room, casting shadows that to her looked light monsters, before fading back into the dim light of the candles. Annabelle was however thankful that she was in here out of the storm instead of training, and she was more thankful when Evelynn had at last finished her ranting and offered to take her somewhere less noisy. Annabelle reached up and grabbed Evelynn's hand as the woman guided her to a quieter, less scary part of the castle. "Are you sure you want to go child. I can find another way to get you the supplies." Uncle Benge continued to argue despite the fact that Matilda was already bundled and ready to go. "Yes I am sure. Listen this is the way it has to be. If the guards find us here, I might not be able to defend all three of us. Greg is too young to fight and Talon is in no shape to fight. I am trusting you to protect my family because I can't. I can protect myself. And if I can't... well I am a woman, I am not the heir to anything. These two boys are who will carry on our family name and legacy. Talon just needs to learn to not go and try to get himself killed, and then I believe he could be even better then father one day. So please, you can't stop me. I am going to get my supplies. Stay here and keep these two alive until I get back." Matilda approached the old man and kissed him on the cheek. She left before another word could be said. Her bow was slung over her shoulder, the hood of the dark cloak up, in order to hide her face and protect her from the blowing wind and snow. It was a miserable day, though that did make it a little easier to hide herself for any guards who might be watching for her.
Hendrick was given the job of just sweeping the institute while she got to just sit there and talk with the person she was not quite sure she liked. After all she could still feel the part of her neck that had been squeezed the hardest when Corvo had strangled her and knocked her out. She wouldn't soon forget the pain he put her through in order to get information either. And though he seemed like the only option they had right now, Roxanne didn't enjoy the idea of being left alone with him, he still made her uncomfortable and she felt like she was in danger just being with him. He already pretty much marked her as a criminal, so how long would his graces last? Most likely until they could get her back to Alicante. Once there, who knew what awaited her. She didn't even want to think about it. Luckily she wasn't given that much time to think before someone called out to them... or unluckily, given the situation. Roxanne hung back while Corvo went to check out the situation. When he called back to them, Roxanne got on her feet and approached the door, scowling at the old man who stood next to the lady. She was not happy about the punishment that he had given her just days before, though at this point it felt like months, given how much had happened. She was more angry about the order had had given her and Corvo. She wanted to hurt the old man, so much she wanted to hurt him. How could he have ordered them to kill Brianne? It was unfair. And now he stood here, his mind apparently taken by the Seelie Queen. He was a broken shell now, Roxanne could tell by the look in his eyes. Hurting him would not be quite as sweet. And then there was the issue of the woman. A so called Emissary of the Seelie Queen stood before them offering them a broken man to do what they would with. She didn't see the point in this offering. Yorick was of no use to them in this shape, and punishing him would not be as fun as it could be. And what she wanted back for it, well that just crossed a line. "If you lay a finger on Brianne I will make sure you die a very long and painful death, damned the consequences." Roxanne's voice was very uncharacteristically dark. She had enough of these threats on Brianne, she had enough of this all. She would let herself slip into complete insanity if that was what it took to keep Brianne safe. Brianne had become a part of her new family. She would do what she had to to protect this family after losing her last family. "Leave now, before I lose my patience." Roxanne brought out the blade that Brianne had given her to replace what Corvo had taken from her. Her eyes flickered with a slight crazy that said she would enjoy putting an end to this persons life. Possess a new body. That was easy enough. Though Slavko did prefer it to be someone that Brianne was acquainted with, so that would make it harder. Thankfully the young demon had a habit of watching all the shadowhunters while waiting to find a weak point that he could insert himself into their lives and start tearing them down. For Brianne he had never found that weak point, but he did start to know and recognized patterns with Brianne enough that he could pick out possible targets. There was not really any friends of hers that he could simply possess, but there were people she passed often enough in everyday life, people she seemed friendly enough with but that never left the store. One of those people would do just fine. Slavko's hands were shoved in his pocket as he walked down the street and then into the grocery store that Brianne shopped in the most. He casually paced the isles keeping an eye out for one of the full time staff. When the store slowed down enough that she had left her till Slavko walked towards her. Absentmindedly looking somewhere else, he bumped into the girl and the basket of stuff he was carrying fell on the ground, scattering everywhere. They both bent down to pick up the stuff when Slavko looked up and stared at the girl before lifting her chin so her eyes met his. "Well aren't you absolutely beautiful." He said quietly before he slipped into her body, taking it over. They were slightly tucked behind a wall at one of the tills, one of the walls that the other side was filled with shelves and goodies for people to buy while waiting in line. It was cover enough that most didn't notice that something had just happened that was out of the ordinary. Standing up Slavko put a hand to his head pretending to be a bit dizzy. "I-I think I am going to be sick." His voice was soft and sweet like the girls voice as he turned to rush to the bathroom, her co-workers exchanging glances as he left. Thankfully no one followed to check up on him as he went to the bathroom and sat there for a few minutes. The windows were too small and too high to slip out of like he first intended. So instead he forced his new body to throw up a couple times before he staggered back out on the floor approaching a random co-worker. "I don't think I can finish my shift... I feel ill, must have been something I ate." Slavko put his delicate female hand over his mouth like he was going to puke then turned and walked out of the store, holding his stomach. When he was far enough away, Slavko straightened up and took off the ridiculous vest that all the employees were forced to wear. He shoved it into the closest garbage can before making his way back to where he had last seen his so called boss.
Karina was far to tired to care when the last hits was taken by people that were not her. She had been saving her strongest move to make sure that she could take it out herself, so for that to not be possible well normally she would tear someones head from their body. Today however she had done far too much to have the energy to do such a thing. At the very least the thing was dead and out of the way. No matter how much it cried out that it would be back, or how convinced it was that he would not be forgotten, it was a matter of time before it was like he never existed at all. It was the way of everything that ever lived. They lived, they died, they are forgotten. Karina couldn't understand why anyone would think anything else. They were ignorant to think otherwise. Hands on her knees panting, Karina turned to her teammates. She didn't smile at them, only surveyed them for damage. They all seemed to be alright, not that she could do much if they weren't. She was not in a good enough shape and didn't have enough energy to carry anyone, and her magic, well everyone knows that is piss poor. There wasn't a point in even trying that. It would only waste energy to get no one further forward. "It is done. Now time to see if that fucking mouse has died yet or if I have to do it myself." Karina commented as she straightened up and turned away from the group, not say a word of thanks or congratulations to them for their efforts in killing the shadow blot. She wouldn't be happy until Mortimer mouse was in the grave as well, and who knew how long that would take. She didn't care, though she held onto hope that Stratos might have been competent, though she already knew he was weak as all hell. Ether way Karina marched off, her eyes on one of the cannons.
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"Yes I was caught not my the nephilim but by the man that seems to be both of our employer and the one who managed to capture the unofficial Alpha of New York. The boy did nothing but buy time. Don't give him too much credit." Slavko scoffed. He still didn't give Paragon or any of his lackeys much credit either, but it was more where the blame belonged in his opinion, given the shadowhunter had yet to come deal with him himself. With the instructions given, Slavko felt like he got little choice if he wanted to listen or not, so he didn't make things any harder on himself. "I can't wait to see how you plan to get her away from the high warlock. I am sure this will prove great fun." With that last comment, Slavko went his own way. He had twenty minutes meaning he had plenty of time to find the best person possible to possess. Perhaps he could track down a familiar face to Brianne to use for a body. Oh wouldn't that be delectable. Keep moving... That was good they would just keep on the move. They wouldn't go to her parents house, she wouldn't have to face that. They could move forward and Roxanne would work on distracting herself from the horrors of her own mind. "Lets not wait then. Better move on before The Seelie Queen returns and destroys the building with us still in it." Roxanne suggested, just wanting to do something. Anything but just sit there. "I know as little about the wolves as you do. I only arrived here shortly before you Corvo, and as you could have guessed, after what happened in the hotel... well I wasn't really able to think of anything but Brianne and keeping her safe. Didn't really pay mind to the wolves." Roxanne explained. Corvo had seen the mess she was in when she sprinted from the hotel room, so she doubted he expected much of her, but still she had to say something. She had to try and be helpful before they decided she wasn't worth dealing with and ditched her.
Terra's sleep was a dreamless one, thank goodness. She had been far too tired to dream at all, and given the days she had been having, she was thankful for it. The waking world had been a nightmare for her, she didn't need her dream world to echo it as well. Jolting awake to the demands of a woman, Terra sat straight up immediately and then let out and groan as she strained her back. It took a moment for her to remember where she was and how she had gotten there. Her eyes first shifted to Sweallow, still alive and his arm seemed to be reattached, then to the floor. There was a pool of semi- dried blood on the floor under where she had fallen asleep. She had ripped out many of her stitches in the battle and through the strain of carrying Sweallow and now this was the reward of it. At least it wasn't all fresh blood, meaning the wounds had begun to clot on it's own. It was not the ideal shape to be in, but it was better then bleeding out on the side of the road somewhere. Terra got to her feet and faced the woman. "Thank you for your help with everything. My name is Terra Kozlov. If you tell me where to find a rag and water, I can clean up the mess I caused." Terra quickly switched from her name, knowing that a fellow mage would most likely recognize it, and feared what she might think. After all Terra didn't have the most clean of pasts, and she had dropped off the face of the planet for the past 20 years no one knowing what had happened to her, so now coming back, using her maiden name since she felt she couldn't use her married one... it was almost scary. Keenan stood tall as he entered the tent. He never really liked to bow or grovel to anyone except when absolutely necessary. So there he stood in front of not only the woman who he searched for, but the commander as well. "Thank you for granting me this audience. I come here to request your help with something that may benefit both of us. I am sure you have heard by this point about the mage that is running around causing trouble? I recently visited his castle of bone, seen his army of undead. They have friends of mine and I need to get them back. However more than that, they prove a threat to this entire realm. An army like that, one that is made out of the fallen, and only grows with each village slaughtered, will quickly become unstoppable unless we take out the source before it grows too large. This is not a task even a witcher can do alone. Are you willing to aid me in this, for not only the sake of my friends, but for the sake of the entire realm?" Keenan asked, trying to be as polite as possible. Seth paced in the ally beside the tavern in which he, Tessa and Adolin first went their different ways. Hopefully they would be back soon, but Seth worried. What if something had happened to Tessa? He would rather like to believe that Tessa had better luck finding Matilda then he did, but he was not so sure about it. Five more minutes, he would give it five more minutes before he went looking for her. He couldn't just sit here and pace if she truly was in trouble. Annabelle blinked and stood silent for a second. Was it really that weird that she didn't know how to read yet? She was only seven after all, and there was not much time she could have learned. Yana certainly didn't teach her any such thing, and her parents never had time to. However Annabelle was excited to learn how to read. She took a seat at a table as Evelynn brought over a pile of books and began to teach her. Several hours later... The crack of thunder caused Annabelle to jump and drop the book that she was stumbling through reading. It the sound was so loud and it only seemed to echo through the library. "I hate storms." She mumbled as she covered her ears before another crack of thunder could startle her. She looked at Evelynn waiting to see if she should try to keep reading through this storm, or if she could settle somewhere that was perhaps more quiet. After a while of walking they arrived at uncle Benge's house "Well that is quite a problem you kids have, but know my house is always open to you. I just wished you would have come for help sooner." The old ex-military man said as he rubbed his scruffy beard and looked down on the kids. "Uncle do you have any more medical supplies so I can properly treat Talon's wounds?" Matilda asked, more concerned about that then the comments about going to him sooner. "Nope, that is all I got, you will have to make do kiddo." He told her, much to Matilda's dislike. "Then I will just have to go to Sir Sigmunds and get my stuff." Matilda commented as she turned to grab her cloak. "Tilly you know you shouldn't go out there, people are looking for us." Talon warned. "I need my medical supplies. So do you. The storm will provide good cover. I will sure to be back quickly." Matilda replied. "Let me go." Benge offered as he went to get out of his chair, with some difficulty. "No you have been too kind to us already, and I need you to stay with Greg. He needs some stability of a proper adult. I can't provide that. I will be okay." Matilda insisted as she bundled herself up.
Once steadily flying, Yvette did indeed look at her other scanners and monitors, finding a scan of the main ship. So he wasn't lying, meaning they were probably having plenty of issues on their own and didn't get her emergency signal. She couldn't bring eight more problems aboard the main ship which left her in these peoples hands, a far from ideal situation. Yvette flew in the direction she was supposed to go, ignoring that talk and banter so she could think properly. Currently she was in a bad situation and it only promised to get worse from here. They were going to find out who she was sooner or later, and Yvette didn't know what to expect when they did. "Call off your men on our ship." She demanded of Janus, her head held high as she did so, not fearing him, at least not on the outside. "Clear our ship so they can repair it and go home and I will save you the headache and tell you who I am. In the meantime you really should listen better." The man had asked her rank, but he should have already known that much given she had said it when trying to buy time. "As I stated before I am just an ensign, nothing important, and no use to you. Though I guess I should be thankful that you chose to keep a lowly ensign alive. Though killing me wouldn't have gotten you much further ahead either." The last couple things that she said were more meant to be thoughts to herself that she had accidentally vocalized in her nervousness. Her heart was pounding in her ears, wondering if she had made the right choices and if she was going to survive this entire thing, but she kept the expression on her face neutral, trying to remain calm as she directed the shuttle not towards her own ship, but the enemies.
"Ah, um alright." Annabelle responded to Violet's instructions in a nervous tone. The woman was a little scary, someone that Annabelle certainly didn't want to cross... again. At least not until she became as good at magic as she was. However to do that it meant that she had to train with her more, meaning she had to follow instructions and meet back there at first light the next day. She supposed this training was not as bad as the training with Yana, so she could deal with it, but Annabelle had enjoyed being able to sleep in that morning and wished she could have again. Unfortunately she had no such luck. Only half listening to Evelynn, Annabelle let the lady drag her inside. While the girl talked about dreaming of being a princess, Annabelle thought about what this sort of teaching might be like. She had not had any sort of education in this manner before and was curious what it would be like. "Um... yeah you can call me Anna." Annabelle at last replied to Evelynn's first comment. Entering the library, Annabelle looked around with wide eyed amazement. "I didn't know there could be so many books in one place!" She exclaimed as she ran further into the room looking up at the bookshelves that towered over her. She wondered what sort of stuff was in each, and how there could be so many different things to write. "One day, when I learn to read, I will read all of these!" Annabelle exclaimed assuming they were all fun stories and nothing too serious. So far it seemed the more he walked the less he found. Seth was coming up empty handed as he walked through the streets of Novigrad, searching for a sign of Matilda and her siblings. His wandering took him to an all too familiar street, as he walked by a small home with writing and rotten fruit covering it as well as the door kicked down and it seemed the inside was in worse shape than he left it. Seth put his head down and hurried by, he didn't need to be reminded of what he had done. What he thought was his last bit of fun before his life would be ended by an angry witcher. However instead he was still alive, walking around and in love. He didn't know if he should be thankful for that or not, it was hard to change who he was and accept that his life could actually have some meaning if he wanted it to. He wasn't on his own anymore and there could be a point to life. Yet he had still done horrible things that he could never atone for. What he had to hold onto was simply the fact that he must live so that Tessa still had someone in her life that wouldn't leave her. However he had left her to go search on his own. Now he started to question his decision. The young woman didn't want to be coddled, but she didn't seem to want to be alone either. It was a delicate balance that Seth was trying to work out. The problem was, he finally found a reason to live and was scared to lose her. So he first tried to protect her, but that seemed to get annoying, so he jumped to the next extreme and gave her perhaps too much space. He regretted it now, but there was nothing he could do but continue searching until it was time to meet up again, then he wouldn't run off on his own again. He would try not to be too protective of Tessa, but he wouldn't leave her either. The trio of siblings continued to bicker and search for a way out like they had been for the past while. The longer it went on, the more tired that Gregory got. Finally Talon decided to be the most reasonable one and provide a reasonable suggestion. "Alright that is enough of this. Lets just head to Uncle Benge's house. He is part of the same network as us and he is practically family so I am sure he will help." Talon instructed when they all stopped walking. "He is not actually our family though and we could bring trouble, are you sure?" Matilda asked Talon. Tired herself she just wanted to know they were safe and her mind was working overtime to ensure that, perhaps over thinking things, as she tended to do when she was tired. "Yes I am sure. Look Matilda I see the way you have been glancing at my shoulder, we both know we need to do something about it, and soon. Benge might not be related to us by blood, but he is more of an uncle to us than our real uncle. Yes we might accidentally drag him into trouble, but he is a seasoned warrior. Better to get his help then to risk Greg any further." His voice was calm as he looked at his sister with soft eyes. "Just follow me, for his sake." Talon flashed his eyes to Greg, who was now nearly asleep on his shoulder. After a moment of silence Matilda nodded her agreement as they changed directions and started to head back into the city.
Aster was hard at work trying to bring the robot back to life when suddenly a voice screamed behind him and arms wrapped around his neck. Aster tried to throw the girl off of him, cursing quietly under his breath about the crazy lady, when her attitude suddenly changed and instead of trying to strangle him she now jumped over him, pushing down on his shoulders to help her jump. Aston let out a low groan, because he wasn't soar enough as it was without someone using him as a springboard. However he did suppose that it was better than her trying to strangle him again. With Kala out of the way, Aster went back to work on the robot, however he didn't actually get to do anything. He was about to take another look at the wiring when the robot started to light up and make sounds. It wasn't long before it was operational again. Though not all seemed right with the robot. As it got to his feet, Aster was suddenly knocked to his back as the seemingly kind robot took off his eyes glowing as he headed straight for the girl who had jumped over him and the man who had just hurt her. They didn't have time for these extra fights, they had to get out of there now, Aster knew this. He couldn't tell which side had won the fight but both were too worn down to continue. There wouldn't be much luck in convincing a wild robot of that though, so what was the point? Instead Aster found his footing and stumbled the other direction. With three people here now, it was time that he found Carissa and convinced her to order a retreat before they actually lost any more lives here. Rose waited till someone picked her up because she was paralyzed and locked in Jayce's magic shield. I don't know what else to put for this post since she can't do anything at the moment.
Spoiler: New Hair Color!
