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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Jan 29, 2023 2:39:18 GMT -5
There were a handful of things Izzy had a soft spot for. Her older sister, a good song, a fine cigar, a tall place surrounded by nothing other than open air, a stormy sea; all very worthy things. But one thing that she always seemed to be such a sucker for was the underdog.
Make no mistake; the underdog didn't pay worth a damn compared to the rich and powerful, and she wasn't one noble enough to give herself to any grander design or 'cause'. Those kinds of lofty things were better reserved for people with a functioning moral compass. But sometimes, just sometimes, that little broken compass did happen to point North. She couldn't give her conscience credit here, of course. That would be disingenuous. And yet... there was always something about the story of people resisting The Man, sticking up for their humble little homesteads, their culture, resisting change, having the odds stacked against them. Maybe it was a little streak of self-destruction on her part, maybe it was a genuine romanticism she held for people who were against the world, but whatever it was, when the call went out to ask if anyone was interested in causing a little mayhem to prevent some expansionist colonists from encroaching, well... who was she to say no?
Plus, she got to explode shit, so that was a bonus in her book.
They had their marching orders. She was just waiting for the right time for the changing of the guard at the marina in the docks to set the plan into action. A lit cigar filters smoke up into the air around her head, tangling in the locks of her curly red hair and her gnarled, twisting horns. Her partner for this little mission should be arriving sooner than later, she figured, but no sense in not getting a little recon or a smoke break in while she still had the chance. It wasn't quite time yet; the moon hung nice and dark in the sky, casting everything in a deeper darkness. That ought to make things easier, at least.
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Post by Zen Sellardor on Jan 29, 2023 11:21:58 GMT -5
The night grew quiet as the last of the port workers scurried off into the shadows as the moon set high on the ominous scene below. The port which was during the day a bustling center of trade, work and commerce swirling with the voices of men or woman alike only let out the echoing creeks of old planks and rushing waves against the ships docked at bay. The city itself had turned and shifted into their nightly routine as the streets emptied, and the docks closed for the night. The movements of the changing of the guard along the ship docks broke through the darkness of the night with their shimmering torches and tempered whispered. Zendrix watched them closely leaning over the roof, perched up over a large ship house by the port observing the scene below him.
The city had been a great resting spot for Zendrix, their alcohol and food brought a welcoming earth to his soul during his time here. He would have preferred to stay a few nights, having become friends with the local tavern owner, but duty had called, and there were actions to be taken to ensure his own prosperity. He wondered about the cities trivial matters, as murmurs of expansion filled the streets over the course of the days since his arrival. It appeared many town folks were on edge, with differentiating views on the course which the city should take as a whole in regards to setting the arid mesa, with many fearing the hunt for glory and land would bring about only destruction . Zendrix was indifferent to the notion, not one to shy from a challenge but after sharing a few drinks with patrons at the bar he understood... While seasoned warriors like himself could help clear the way, it would ultimately fall on the settles, the common folk to grow and advance the colonies, many who fear for their lives or that of their families. The "greedy landlords" as they put it only cared for the profit the lands would bring, not the death of those who cultivate it. Zendrix would have likely avoided engaging in a quest such as this one, one biting man against his fellow patron, as he was not one to unsheathe his blade against an opponent he did not mean to cut, but the people of this town had soften him up with the hospitality, and he could not refuse the tavern keep after sharing and bonding over drinks.
"What are a few ships" he thought convincing himself that his actions served a greater purpose.. or rather convincing himself he was morally correct in his actions. HIs eyes looked over the scene once more as a sigh escaped his breath. His eyes caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a woman near the port, with long red hair that pierced through he darkness in along with the embers of the lit cigar. Could that be his partner for the night? he thought as he gentle leaned forward, and falling right off the roof. In a blink, the tall hooded elf disappeared before reappearing just a few feet from the horned woman. He removed his hood, revealing his glowing skin and brimming amethyst eyes along with his own fiery long red hair. He looked the woman over a bit, curiously, every bit fascinated by who he assumed was his companion for the time being as she puffed on her cigar. "let me guess..." he called out to her gently, the effects of his drinks earlier soothing the blaze from within him. "They've got you burning ships and stealing from he rich... like that kids story" he chuckled letting a calming smile escape his lips as he watched her intently, her red hair, horns, and even cigar had made this encounter far more than what the always curious elf had imagined. "Im called Zendrix, but you may call me what you will. Its a pleasure to meet you" his eyes met hers as he reached into his oversize hood, retrieving a large bottle of rum. He shook the content of the bottle a bit before tossing it in her direction. Although strangers, it was always best to find common ground at the bottom of a cup, he had only hoped she was not like the monk he had met on his travels a few days prior.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Jan 30, 2023 4:06:56 GMT -5
Izzy's eyes shift to the side, languid and ever so non-plussed, at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. Had to be casual, act like you belonged; one never knew when a curious citizen or a member of the guard would come up to see what all the loitering was about, maybe try to shoo her on off. Though, she hadn't seen, or heard, him approach at all. That seemed less like some random citizen and more like someone who knew what they were doing. And he certainly seemed to have an idea of what she was doing.
As she eyes him, his royal hued eyes and his skin faintly glimmering as though back lit by a torch, he certainly doesn't look like anyone she's seen before. She would certainly recall someone who looked like him, she would think. Izzy greets him with a wide, sharp-toothed grin, and shifts to offer a little sweep of a bow, acknowledging when she was outmatched; he'd gotten the drop on her after all. That deserved commendation. "Who, me? Gosh, golly, no, I'm just a humble boat inspector, checking to make sure all the watercraft are up to code! Sure would be an awful shame if something were to happen to them."
Snickering, she taps ash off the end of her cigar, and turns to offer her hand to shake, when instead a bottle of rum is placed inside her palm. Genuinely surprised, Izzy takes a moment to blink before she utters the quietest little cackle she possibly can. Now THIS was someone who knew what was up, and how to party. Oh, tonight would be fun. "Zendrix, eh? You suuure you wanna give me that kind of power?" The grin curls up her face at the edges, "I'm pretty well known for some colourful nicknames~. Cheers," Raising it in toast to her new red-haired companion, she takes a hearty pull off the bottle before handing it back.
"Thanks for the sip, Zenderful-- eh, that one was weak, I'll work on it." Izzy snaps finger-guns at Zen, her grin broad and bright. "Pleasure to meet you. Now," She glances back at the marina. "I dunno about you, but those boats down there do look awful lonely. Looks like the guard is changing out. You seem like you know how to have a good time, yeah?" She nods at the bottle, knowing full well that this was, without a doubt, the person she was supposed to meet to carry out this task. Izzy just didn't expect it to be a proper rager. What fun! "What's a little alleged arson between friends, mmm?" Her brows waggle up and down suggestively. Setting things on fire was a time-honoured bonding exercise between co-workers.
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Post by Zen Sellardor on Jan 30, 2023 17:54:24 GMT -5
He chuckled in response to the woman’s quip, his gaze turning towards the aforementioned ships. He wondered how the guardsmen would react if the port caught ablaze, wondered how the pair would make their escape, wondered about the women with fiery red hair. He had burned his fair share of vessels aboard the Queens Gambit, and quite a few of them belonging to rich landlords and merchants alike, for the prosperity of his crew, tonight would be no different. The “oh- so honorable” Zendrix would never, the elf smirked as he mocked himself, making light of his sober persona. “ A boat inspector at this hour?! You sure are dedicated to your job! You know, its funny you mentioned it. Ive heard local sailors mention the ports here have been haunted, ships burning, sinking, at all hours of the night. “ He took back the bottle taking a long swig from the bottle sighing in relief as the drink quenched his thirst.
“Oh! I'm all for the empowerment of women! Whats in a name or so I think an old mage once said.” He let out another chuckle. The red head was pleasantly amusing, her devious nature appealing to the drunken elf. “Anything but that of course!” he jested “The pleasure is all mine.” He watched the woman as she shot at him with her fingers. The laid back and free flowing nature of the woman encouraged Zendrix, as the doubts that had crept within him subdued. “Its for a just cause” he balked at himself, part of him still feeling the guilt of his villainous type of action. While he might have been rugged himself, his moral compass and honor code had often weighed heavy on him when pushed came to shove, and moments called for less than saintly actions.
Lifting his hands he shrugged shoulders feigning innocence “Arson? No, no I hear artist often rip their old paintings to inspire new ideas. Id like to think were shattering a canvas to make room for future beauty.” He slurred his words a bit as he rattled on. HIs eyes were fixed on the guards at the marina, awaiting for their chance. “Besides…. Im a bit of a romantic you see... and a night filled with fireworks sounds like one hell of a first date” He joked, his tone of voice becoming much more flirtatious while taking several steps towards the unaware guards. “Id like to cause as little harm to eveyrhting else though… if you dont mind” He whispered flashing her an innocent child like smile as his Boy Scout tendencies showed. “Id say we either scare the guards off, or distract them… it would be pretty hard for two red heads to get away smoothly if we’re seen at all dont you think.” He chuckled realizing how rare it was that both of them had red hair, a trait uncommon.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Feb 1, 2023 1:55:44 GMT -5
"Haunted? Dearie meee," Izzy's grin widens, pleased Zen had picked up on her facetious little tangent and played along. She pretends to clutch at pearls. "Why, if those rumours are true, we should certainly get to the bottom of it. Namely, giving all those poor, lost wooden souls a proper funeral rite." Burian at sea involved burning, right? Well, it did now.
Blissfully unaware of Zen's internal tumult, Izzy flicks her gaze between the guard and her new, very interesting companion. She can't quite place his origin, her natural investigative instincts running in the background of her mind automatically. Accent was different from any she knew, perhaps a blend, and his skintone, even in this low light, seemed to have a mutable quality to it. It wasn't often people just glowed like that, like it refracted the soft edges of light, after all. But she did quite enjoy his rakishness and amiability, and to meet a fellow red-head on a little outing such as this? A rare treat indeed. "Alright; then I will have to come up with a suitable nickname for you. Show you just how empowered I can be."
Her brows lift, corners of her eyes curling up with the edges of her dagger-like smile; a canvas shattered, to bring in something new. Produce their own painting, of hell-fire and wild laughter. "Well, well, I should say so! That was poetry, I like that-- gotta tear up the canvas..." She would remember that line. Nodding, she starts to follow behind, flipping her hand at him in faux demurity, though the grin gave her away. "A late night stroll along the pier to see a show sounds like a great time to me, Zennnn--" she draws out the 'N' for a couple of seconds, clearly trying to find a new nickname, "--nnnicholas. Eh, nope, not that either." She puts out her cigar on her bracer, and tucking the rest away for later, as a celebration. Can't smoke and set fires at the same time. ...Well, actually, you very much could; in fact, it was often a problem, but Izzy wanted to enjoy the cigar, not reduce it to cinders immediately.
She starts forward toward the guards, none the wiser about the two future painters approaching. Her steps contain a silent, loping sort of grace, nearly prowling across the docks toward their prey. Though, hearing Zen's request, she shifts her gaze back to him, taking the focus off for a second. "Aww, softieee," Izzy whispers in sing-song, chuckling, though it's clear it's only a light tease; shes not making fun in the least. "I'm fine with that; too much of the stabbity stab draws much too much attention anyway. That said," Izzy grins down at Zen, amber eyes flaring with glee, "I only get seen when I wanna be seen, red hair or no~."
She drops Zen a conspiratorial wink, and then moves into position. True to form, she moves like a jaguar, alligator-like tail moving subtle behind Izzy as she slips among crates and boxes to round behind the guards to get the proper jump on them, and wait for Zen to get into position on his end. Once these two were dispatched, then the real fun could begin.
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Post by Zen Sellardor on Feb 1, 2023 12:13:56 GMT -5
“Aye, proper respects should be paid to both flesh and wood.” He chuckled immaturely at the words that came out from his mouth. He turned to look at her a few times. Curious of her nature, She was quite eccentric, even for a tiefling. The giantess towering over him, would be as intimidating to most as his soulless expressing when sober. He stood well over 6 feet and yet he felt minuscule in comparison to the woman. He knew there was much more to the brute that met the eye, much more than her quips, or what she let on. It would be interesting to uncover her secrets, He thought as he watched her elegantly creep into the shadow, her last words ringing in his ears as she vanished. Giant and stealthy…
He wondered if her clan all shared physical features , her bleach toned skin gave her a hint of the demonic was new to him, yet familiar, strange, but he had always been pulled to the unique. Was she like him? One of a kind amongst his race? Her rugged mannerism and way of speech gave away that she wasn’t from the local area. While he continued to pry in silence he realized the girl hadn’t shared her own name, shame crept on his face as he had forgotten the simplest of things when meeting someone new. “I didn’t catch your name…” he whispered to her as he crept along in the shadows, realizing she had gotten a bit too far from him to learn it now, the guards at their post only several feet away. He paused, turning to the tiefling woman as she encircled the guards, before sliding behind them covertly in the shadows. He looked over the guards once more, a smaller scrawny built man leaned against the docks, he was scrawny and green, face riddled with acne and a small boil on his nose. The other was a burly guardsman, not too much older of a rather small frame as well. These were not men, but boys, Zendrix thought to himself. The rich merchants were almost hoping for disaster with this poor display of security, either that or times had fallen hard on the people of the village, hard enough teens were rounded and given spears and post to hold. Zendrix shook his head, attempting to see the tiefling hiding in the shadows besides the guards. He grew a bit worried about their safety, and what the tiefling had in mind to dispose of them. He wondered if he should let her be, and watch the show from the sideline. It would surely be entertaining… but what if they got hurt, or worse, if they mustered the courage to fight… would it turn to bloodshed. He paused for a moment wondering what to do.
The guards whispered and grunted over the silence of their shift. The hefty individual complained over the creeping darkness as their lamppost light flickered in the night. “ I heard the ghost come out at this time Pugh! The witching hour they call it. I told momma I didn’t want to work the guard shift, but she forced me…. Tom from the pub said he saw a ghost roaming about when he left.” “Toms a drunk” the scrawnier man called out. The two of them began to argue over the rumors of creatures wandering amok in the night. A small sparkle shined in the elf ear as an idea came over him as he listened to the men, fear hanging off every word they uttered. It would be risky, and he’d risk exposing himself he thought as he planned his next move… but if done successfully they would clear the docks without needing much aggression at all. Besides, he felt bad for the boys, still wet behind the ears… forced on guard duties to support their family. Truthfully, he was worried his partner wouldn’t know her strength, he was much worried they’d be crushed without even a semblance of an idea of what had happened to them. Zendrix took a deep breath, letting a silent sigh escape him as he watched the yards from the shadows. He closed his eyes for a moment preparring for what’s to come. He hoped the tiefling would wait before taking action, wait till he was finished at least, he was certain his plan would work.
The air around the dock suddenly hung heavy as if gravity had began pushing down on the dock dwellers. The smell in the air grew grotesque and morbid all around the guards, the stench of decay emanating from the shadows in wave. The sounds of blaring laughter screeched and echoed over the water before them, rattling the eardrums of any close enough to hear. The night had grown darker suddenly and the aroma of blood filled their nostrils, forcing all to choke back their urge o vomit and flee. The sounds of retreating critters and birds moving frantically in the opposite direction was ominous and foreboding . The shadows around appeared to sway and move on their own as they encroached and moved towards the small light source at the docks. The guards trembled as the surrounding sounds intensified, both of them frantically calling out to the darkness that was slowly engulfing them. The light from their lamppost flickered intensely almost as if being blown out by an invisible source. The boys stuttered as they braced themselves, a gust of wind that felt ghastly, like the whispers of the dead blowing through the docks brought them trembling to their knees as they raised their spears infant of them for protection. “It's the ghost! Tom was right” the previous nonbeliever shouted as he attempted to crawl away from the disarray. The skinnier guard raised his hands together pleading with the darkness. 1
“LEAVE OR PERISH!” The figure lied shrouded in darkness its devilish voice boomed from the darkness, where Zendrix had once stood. The shrill voice was twisted and malevolent, seemed to upset nature itself, the grass and flowers along the docks withering as it spoke. Piercing through the darkness from where the voice came were blood redeyes, the eyes of a monster, a beast, a demon. The men stammered to their feet, stumbling as they dropped their weapons and struggled to get away, their legs betraying them as puddles began to form beneath them. The two guards scurried off neither one of them hesitating or offering a rebuttal to the demands of the voice, none risking turning to look back at the source of evil that had come over them.
At a distance the sounds of their retreating footsteps could still be heard. The docks grew silent, and the atmosphere by the water returned to its original state before the scene that had unfolded. Form the shadows where the once large red eyed monster stood, emerged Zendrix, his amethyst eyes and skin glowing even more fervently under the moon light within the shroud of darkness with a soft smile on his face. He took several steps towards the doc before reaching into his robe and retrieving his flask of rum. "Well I think you should take point on the fun stuff... you've earned it" he called out to the tiefling, his gaze fixed not he large now unguarded ships. He knew the tiefling had been dying to burn things down, and he knew he'd feel less crappy about it in the morning if he refrained from participating in the arson. He pressed his lips against the bottle and took sip from it before taking a seat at the edge of the docks, his feet dangling over the water.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Feb 3, 2023 15:02:03 GMT -5
As they creep along, Izzy glances over at her companion, brows lifting. Oh... had she not said? Whoops. Well, no reason she couldn't turn that into a sly smile, as if that had been the intent all along. So suave, so sophisticated. She leans her head down to his ear, voice dropped to just barely above a whisper. "Call me Izzy."she tips Zen a wink and they part, her trailing off around the guards, and letting Zen loop them on the front.
Hearing the conversation about a ghost, Izzy grins. That would be a fun little game to taunt them on. She knew she was a sight, often relied on it to terrify people who had not expected her to be there. It made it a lot easier to avoid pursuit when someone explained to the cops that they were accosted by a 'grinning demon', since very few believed that in any meaningful capacity. Besiiides, they were youn; the optics on killing young guards who were just doing their jobs weren't great. That would be investigated heavily, and Izzy would prefer to avoid that kind of heat, especially after the debacle that had led up to the Night of the Red Rogue.
But as she looks on, she finds her eyes narrowing slightly as something shifts. There was a wretched smell, suddenly, from around the area that Zen had gone to. Dark laughter erupted from the shadows, chittering and moving in a way that even put Izzy on edge, not at all expecting the sudden appearance of red eyes and screeching, chittering death to suddeny appear on the docks. She stayed where she was, watching the two guards run, and waited, watching, for this 'demon' might do next.
--Ah. It was Zen. Izzy relaxed and stepped out, unfolding from where she had been camoflauged within the shadow with a surpressed titter. She applauds slowly, quietly. "What a performance! You even had me goin' for a second there, that was inspired. I tip my hat to you, sir~." Izzy does indeed tip the rim of an invisible hat to Zen. A canvas of hell-fire and laughter indeed. "And I thought I could be scary."
Hearing she could take point on the next part, Izzy grins wildly. "Alllrighty. But if you change your mind, feel free to grab a torch!" Rubbing her hands together, she turns to the collection of boats to get herself started.
In Zeinav, where she was raised, Izzy spent a lot of time at and around the docks. Easier to steal from travellers than the more savvy people in the market. As such, she knew a thing or two about ships and boats. Knew what made them float, and what caused them to be sunk. She knew with the limited amount of time they had before those two young guards brought back reinforcements to investigate, that she had to move fast.
Supplies were already being loaded into the ships, she noticed as she boarded, ducking down into the hold, carefully minding her height and her horns. There were barrels of salt and fresh water, extra sails, food, cannons-- interesting. So much for a peaceful 'investigation'-- and... ahhh. The grin stretches as she moves aside a tarp, locating a collection of fresh lantern oil. She grabs one of the barrels and hauls it up to the top deck, grunting with effort and tosses it down on the deck unceremoniously. It immediately cracks, leaking. Removing her rapier, she stabs down between the boards of wood on the deck, creating a small crack and divot, so the oil could leak down into the hold, and then goes to the mast.
Now, a fire aboard a ship was bad, but it could be put out easily, if you knew what you were doing. That was the beauty of being at sea. But the ship wouldn't float if the mast was defunct. Licking her finger, she holds it up to the wind and gauges the distance. Moving to the mainsail, she hauls on the ropes to unfurl it, and then turn the sail into the wind, the fabric billowing to the east-- and causing the ship to slowly drift into the line of other waiting ships.
The anchor was already down, but the length of the chain was long enough that Izzy was able to wrap it around the mast. As the ship started to list due to the wind, the chain began to pull tighter around the mast. Grinning, Izzy dipped into her pocket for her little box of matches. She struck one, and flicked it casually at the barrel of leaking lantern oil.
It went up immediately. Chuckling, Izzy slipped off the ship and down the gangplank to the next set of rows. For these, she wouldn't need to do much. Behind her the fire had started to leak into the hold, setting off the other kerosene lamps, and an muffled explosion could be heard. The ship drifted even further into the harbour, crushing against the ship next door, all while Izzy unloaded yet another barrel onto and down the deck. Leaving this boat, the mast from the one she had left previously above groaned from the strain, the fire now consuming the top deck.
The next ships, she repeated the process of upending the lantern oil and widening a crack in the floor so it could leak into the hold. The first ship, now, was consumed in fire, a fire that was spreading rapidly to the second and third ships. The mast that she had wrapped the anchor around, weakened by the heat and the strain of the anchor, snapped with a thunderous crack, and the mast fell into the mast of the ship next to it. The fire caught the sails, and roared, spitting smoke and flame, sending cascades of embers high into the air. The first ship was listing heavily in the water, crushing and pushing the second ship to lean as well-- right into the third ship.
Thus, Izzy created a chain reaction in the harbour that was a veritable inferno. She got off the docks, hopped up onto a crate near Zen and whistled at her own handiwork, clearly pleased. "That oughta do it, I think! Waaait for it."
After a few moments of silence, barrels of gunpowder that were better secured than the lantern oil start to pop. The explosions send wood and fire rocketing into the air, and set off further explosions on neighbouring ships, creating a cascade of destruction and chaos. Izzy throws back her head and cackles, clapping her hands together. "How's THAT for fire works?"
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Post by Zen Sellardor on Feb 4, 2023 14:11:11 GMT -5
"Just a bit of illusion magic" he lied shrugging off his performance as if it were nothing. He didn't want to dive into a full explanation of what he had done, he was thrilled to know the woman was more amused than curious as to what he had done and didn't offer questions in response. He felt a bit of pressure mounting on his chest as he sat there. Pressing his palm against it he took a deep breath before letting out a sigh. "You use me as if I were one of your parlor tricks elf...." The demonic voice echoed within in, the twisted demented sounds rattled inside his skull. Zendrix winced, his eye twitching as if he were in pain as the twisting sounds in his head grew louder, like blades clashing, or the claws of a beast against a chalkboard. "Soon even you won't be strong enough boy.... come now... the more you use me, the weaker these chains that hold me become.... Come boy.... the reign of the Demon king Is nigh.... I am INEVITABLE!" Zendrix shivered as the last words rang from within shaking his very core. He gasp for air for several seconds as his lungs failed to catch it, the taste death and blood choked him up. He grabbed the bottle near him and downed it ferociously before tossing the bottle to the side and wiping the sweat that had gathered above his brow. Taking another deep breath he looked across the water to the calm night sea.
Zendrix watched from where he sat as he swung his legs gingerly over the water, he began whistling an old elvish tune from his homeland as the sounds of creaking, breaking wood filled the area. Zendrix smiled in response to the flames that began to spread, lighting the darkened port up in a hue of orange blaze. It was reminiscent to the flames of the many ships he had brought down during his time aboard the Queens Gambit, back when he was still green and fresh. He welcomed the memories with his old crew, the night adventures, the sea battles, the sinking of rivaling pirate ships, before they disbanded and most members had retired. His eyes fixed on the Tiefling as she moved aboard the ships, her red hair swirling along the breeze of the night, the very fires that burned around her elegantly wrapped around her in an almost fiery angelic aura. She appeared to be in her element, he noted, as she rampaged through the ships destroying everything in their wake. Shed make a good pirate, he joked, noticing the excitement flashing across the woman's face.
Zendrix eyes widen as the ships caught ablaze and the sounds of crumbling wood showered the area as the ships came down to a sea of red. Jumping to his feet the elf sprinted forward jumping into one of the nearby ships riddled in flames. He frantically searched aboard the burning vessel, the sand sou his grunts accompanying the sounds of crashing woods and scattering goods as he tossed and searched. AHA! his voice bellowed firing what he had sprouted on board to find. Before the flames consumed every nook on the small ship near ht main vessel Zendrix poked his head out the Portside, in his hands he had a large barrel, which he quickly disembarked with. Stumbling a bit on the port he dropped the large barrel at the port edge before turning to the tiefling as she made her way off herself. "Quite a show ! I think you deserve all the praise here!" he laughed as he imitated her slow clapping, behind them the blaze had turned the dark night into a festival of flames that danced and wrapped its grip over the sinking ships slowly embracing the touch the sea below. The sounds of falling planks and searing wood was harmonica and brought about a peaceful serenity shrouded in the brightness of the flames. Something about the scene calmed Zendrix and soothed him, turning his to the spectacle his expression turned sullen as his mind pondered over the words that rattled him before.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Feb 5, 2023 18:08:46 GMT -5
Was there anything better than a good bonfire? Izzy thought not. And especially for these jerks, these folks who would try and take from the underdog when the underdog already had so little, armed with cannons and gun powder, Well. That simply would not stand. A deep feeling of satisfaction settled into her gut. It was as good cause as she deserved.
Izzy bows graciously at the applause"Can I turn up the heat, or what?" She grins down at Zen, thoroughly pleased with her own work and the praise. Izzy-- hang on. When did he grab that barrel? "Good teamwork, I think! What ahhh. Why'd you grab the barrel?" She plops down on the docks next to him, one arm tossed haphazardly across her bent knee as she takes in the view of the sky going up. "Yooou not havin' second thoughts or anythin' are you? Cuz, uh, we've probably gotta get moving here soon. You know. Before the guard shows up." They probably weren't far off, in all honesty.
There was a far away expression Izzy had caught on Zen's face, lit up as it was by the flickering light from the burnin ships. That was either someone filled with regret or someone with some kinda stomach pain. Couldn't rule either out, but she ought to make sure.
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Post by Tellan Eleint on Mar 8, 2023 21:09:12 GMT -5
A lot has changed for the slip of a figure dressed in ash stained black clothes that covered their entire figure, leaving only swirling eyes of colors in their multitude that moments of reflection from the fire taking hold of the ships in the harbor could be said to have turned sheer white. The color of purity, pure will, pure of heart. They were here in Frostgale on an application of that pure will, but it seemed someone else had beat them to the punch, though the figure doubted for the same reasons that they had. The Father would be interested in hearing about the activities out here in the frozen north, but ultimately the plan was centered around the cornerstone of the faith back in the Ash Lands.
Whiffs of steam curled from the seams of the cloth the figure had pulled over their nose, a steady breath, idly debating whether to get involve and test the mettle of those who took on this arsonist duty. The taste of violence was a newly acquired one, but it wasn't deemed necessary as the steam momentarily stopped from an inhaled breath and then rushed out in a cloud from the following exhalation. There was plenty of other things that needed to be done on the way back home, no need to risk potential injury and be unable to complete the other aspects of the journey. The figure turned around and melted into the shadows of the night as quiet as a predator stalking its prey.
[Exit]
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 10, 2023 1:31:44 GMT -5
And true to form, there is noise. Not from the mysterious figure standing too far into the dark for Izzy to get a glimpse of-- no. The actual, steady thud of jackboots on the approach. Izzy sighs and straightens; looks like the fun is about over. And her companion is either having some second thoughts or some kind of whole... existential crisis thing. Fun as those kinds of things could sometimes be, they didn't really have time for any kind of ennui.
"Aight, well. It was a lot of fun~." She claps Zendrix on the shoulder with a broad grin. "The fuzz is comin' so we should probably bail, eh? I'm gonna go right, you go left. I'll catch you around some time, yeah? I owe you a drink." With a parting wink, she's off, slipping in between the tall crates to get as far away from the guard as possible before they converged on the intense heat of the harbour.
Something makes her slow her pace, glancing around. Had she noticed... movement? A presence? Zen had done some shenanigans in the dark earlier, maybe that was it. Her pause is long enough that she does not see or spot anyone else, and with the guard spreading out to search for the culprits, she can't waste any time investigating. With that, she takes off into the night, incredibly pleased with herself.
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