Roggenrola I mean Rocks that Roll [Renown][COMPLETE]
Mar 28, 2024 17:36:09 GMT -5
Post by Vail on Mar 28, 2024 17:36:09 GMT -5
Vail freezes once Morrigan finally tells him their profits. This… this was unprecedented, he was expecting somewhere between around a hundred, maybe a few hundred at best, but this… This was greater than several months of wages under his former family, and he didn’t have to deal with any snobs who thought they were superior to him; well at least not one that he couldn’t sucker punch if need be!
“O-one thousand solars?” Vail stutters as he stares blankly at the fellblood.
In an instant he rushes Morrigan, throwing a hand under each of their arms as he lifts them upward, nearly smashing their head into the wagon’s roof. Unlike his prior instance of freeing Morrigan from gravity’s pull, however, there isn’t any rage behind Vail’s expression, but rather elation.
“Hahaha, you crazy fool! There is a method to your madness after all! Finally, I won’t have to worry about breaking into inns just to get a good night's sleep! And here I thought you were going to be more trouble than you are worth! Apologies, apologies!” The ashlander announces with a jubilant laughter.
When the Ashlander finally puts Morrigan down, he is surprised as the fellblood suddenly grabs him by the shoulder, especially since they need to stand on their toes due to their considerable height difference. He offers no protests as the fellblood pulls him cheek to cheek, however, as he is unable to shake his own giddy grin. “Free drinks? Now that sounds like a great plan!”
As the excitement from their success dies down, Vail finds himself in a reflective state of mind. Leaning back against the side of the wagon, the ash lander closes his eyes but is too anxious to get any sort of rest. The abilities he tapped into earlier, while helpful, still felt foreign. Using such power may very well increase his chances of losing control, after all, it's not like he showed any affinity for magic before the incident. At the very least he finds some solace in the fact he only used it to prevent a disaster that surely would have stripped him of his faculties. Perhaps this curse can work against itself; if he can maintain control.
As the wagon nears Moonveil village, Vail shakes off his lingering thoughts. Rising to his feet, the ash lander removes the stained uniform, setting it aside so he can later pawn it off on some unsavory party. This wasn’t the time for worry, for now he had a new mission; to drink Morrigan under the table.
“O-one thousand solars?” Vail stutters as he stares blankly at the fellblood.
In an instant he rushes Morrigan, throwing a hand under each of their arms as he lifts them upward, nearly smashing their head into the wagon’s roof. Unlike his prior instance of freeing Morrigan from gravity’s pull, however, there isn’t any rage behind Vail’s expression, but rather elation.
“Hahaha, you crazy fool! There is a method to your madness after all! Finally, I won’t have to worry about breaking into inns just to get a good night's sleep! And here I thought you were going to be more trouble than you are worth! Apologies, apologies!” The ashlander announces with a jubilant laughter.
When the Ashlander finally puts Morrigan down, he is surprised as the fellblood suddenly grabs him by the shoulder, especially since they need to stand on their toes due to their considerable height difference. He offers no protests as the fellblood pulls him cheek to cheek, however, as he is unable to shake his own giddy grin. “Free drinks? Now that sounds like a great plan!”
As the excitement from their success dies down, Vail finds himself in a reflective state of mind. Leaning back against the side of the wagon, the ash lander closes his eyes but is too anxious to get any sort of rest. The abilities he tapped into earlier, while helpful, still felt foreign. Using such power may very well increase his chances of losing control, after all, it's not like he showed any affinity for magic before the incident. At the very least he finds some solace in the fact he only used it to prevent a disaster that surely would have stripped him of his faculties. Perhaps this curse can work against itself; if he can maintain control.
As the wagon nears Moonveil village, Vail shakes off his lingering thoughts. Rising to his feet, the ash lander removes the stained uniform, setting it aside so he can later pawn it off on some unsavory party. This wasn’t the time for worry, for now he had a new mission; to drink Morrigan under the table.
protect him at all cost. (can’t use discord anymore so making use of this here)
