You want a Firestorm? You got one [Vulc Part 2][Private]
Jun 14, 2023 19:38:16 GMT -5
Post by Ulmiyda Frostcroft on Jun 14, 2023 19:38:16 GMT -5
The light ash drifted down onto Ulmiyda's eagerly awaiting palm. She looks to her retainer with an overjoyous expression for such a mundane experience.
"Cervayhn! Feel it, it's like snow but warm!" The young girl exclaims to her retainer as she pulls on the older dark elf's sleeve.
The exhausted man glances down to the young girl with a concerned expression. While he was glad to see she was enjoying her trip to Charon's dark dreary corner, the girl was acting rather blase considering she was an outsider. "What did I tell you before? Keep the talking to a minimum when outside. Breathing in that stuff is bad for you, especially since it's your first time here. Pull your mask back up."
"Fine, fine" She replies as she pulls her mask back over her nose.
Undeterred by her retainer concerns, she continues to walk down the city street with an enthusiastic spring in her step, utterly uncaring of the fact she was in Charon's most dangerous city. She peers through the windows of every building they pass, whether it be a business or otherwise, often eliciting glares from the residents within. Despite the unfriendly locals, the young girl can't help but smile. This place was actually warm and unlike Zeinav, it wasn't a gritty wasteland.
Suddenly the girl stops in her tracks as she spots something through an ash stained shop window, a large egg decorated with a flame pattern. "Cervayhn, we're going in here." she yells, dashing into the shop before her retainer has a chance to protest her decision.
The young girl immediately runs to the wooden counter, surprising the elderly female fellblood behind it. "Fire egg. How much?" she asks, staring at the woman with an unflinching stare. Cervayhn enters the establishment as the woman takes a moment to process the girl's request. He looks around the store, noting the wide variety of products strewn about with no commonality or reason. The business probably dealt in pawning and fencing if he had to guess, meaning that this egg was likely acquired through unscrupulous means.
"Hold on, what exactly is in that egg?" He asks before the woman can respond to Ulmiyda.
The woman glances back and forth between the strange pair of foreigners before addressing Cervayhn's concern. "Um… I don't know exactly. A friend gave it to me with no details. I have no way of caring for the thing, whatever it is. So I put it up for sale."
Before Cervayhn has a chance to turn Ulmiyda away, the young girl places a satchel full of solars atop the counter with a hefty plop. "How much?" She repeats, paying their conversation no mind.
"5 solars" the fellblood says with a hint of caution.
The young girl quickly snatches the solars from her satchel before shoving them across the counter. She snatches the large egg, spinning it around as she inspects the flame-like pattern like an artist observing a sculpture. Cervayhn thanks the business owner before ushering his young master out the door with an exhausted sigh.
As the pair leaves, one of the inner doors of the shop slowly creeps open. A pair of eyes glow through the darkness, staring towards the shopkeeper. “What do you think?” a grisly voice asks from the shadows. “Seems like an easy mark to me. Just got to nab her when her babysitter is distracted. Did you see the amount of solars she had? You’d better compensate me well for luring in such a valuable prize.” The fellblood shopkeeper replies with a smirk.
Outside the shop, Cervayhn pulls Ulmiyda aside into a dark, but empty, alley. "What do you think you're doing? Darkveil is dangerous enough for outsiders and yet here you are flaunting your wealth."
The young girl looks up from her trance for a brief moment, addressing her retainer's reprimanding with a dreary frown. "Well that's why you are here isn't it? To protect me?"
A groan of frustration escapes the older dark elf's lips as he holds his face in his palm. "It is but I would appreciate it if you didn't make my job harder than it needs to be. It's not like Darkveil is some tourist city, I'm taking a big risk bringing you out here without your parents permission, the least you can do is listen to me for once."
The young girl breaks her enthrallment with her ovoid treasure as tucks it into her coat with a sigh. "Okay, no more interruptions I promise. Let's get to the inn, I’m getting sleepy.” She holds out her hand in a gesture of agreement. With a sigh of his own, Cervayhn takes the young girl’s hand and leads her through the maze of alleyways and streets.
After quite some time, the pair finally arrive at their destination, The Midnight Mare. While not as fanciful or well known as the Den, the establishment’s smaller size meant they were less likely to draw attention. Cervayhn’s former profession as an intelligence officer had earned him connections with some of the regulars here, including the bartender Meric Devrim. Although they were on opposing sides, the two of them had bonded previously over their shared military service, both of them recognizing the virtues the other held. Buying a couple nights in one of the tavern's spare rooms was quite easy when you made for good company.
Ulmiyda grabs the tavern’s doorknob eager to get some rest, only to run into some unlikely company.
Bringing:
Cervayhn Halist (Warlord NPC)
"Cervayhn! Feel it, it's like snow but warm!" The young girl exclaims to her retainer as she pulls on the older dark elf's sleeve.
The exhausted man glances down to the young girl with a concerned expression. While he was glad to see she was enjoying her trip to Charon's dark dreary corner, the girl was acting rather blase considering she was an outsider. "What did I tell you before? Keep the talking to a minimum when outside. Breathing in that stuff is bad for you, especially since it's your first time here. Pull your mask back up."
"Fine, fine" She replies as she pulls her mask back over her nose.
Undeterred by her retainer concerns, she continues to walk down the city street with an enthusiastic spring in her step, utterly uncaring of the fact she was in Charon's most dangerous city. She peers through the windows of every building they pass, whether it be a business or otherwise, often eliciting glares from the residents within. Despite the unfriendly locals, the young girl can't help but smile. This place was actually warm and unlike Zeinav, it wasn't a gritty wasteland.
Suddenly the girl stops in her tracks as she spots something through an ash stained shop window, a large egg decorated with a flame pattern. "Cervayhn, we're going in here." she yells, dashing into the shop before her retainer has a chance to protest her decision.
The young girl immediately runs to the wooden counter, surprising the elderly female fellblood behind it. "Fire egg. How much?" she asks, staring at the woman with an unflinching stare. Cervayhn enters the establishment as the woman takes a moment to process the girl's request. He looks around the store, noting the wide variety of products strewn about with no commonality or reason. The business probably dealt in pawning and fencing if he had to guess, meaning that this egg was likely acquired through unscrupulous means.
"Hold on, what exactly is in that egg?" He asks before the woman can respond to Ulmiyda.
The woman glances back and forth between the strange pair of foreigners before addressing Cervayhn's concern. "Um… I don't know exactly. A friend gave it to me with no details. I have no way of caring for the thing, whatever it is. So I put it up for sale."
Before Cervayhn has a chance to turn Ulmiyda away, the young girl places a satchel full of solars atop the counter with a hefty plop. "How much?" She repeats, paying their conversation no mind.
"5 solars" the fellblood says with a hint of caution.
The young girl quickly snatches the solars from her satchel before shoving them across the counter. She snatches the large egg, spinning it around as she inspects the flame-like pattern like an artist observing a sculpture. Cervayhn thanks the business owner before ushering his young master out the door with an exhausted sigh.
As the pair leaves, one of the inner doors of the shop slowly creeps open. A pair of eyes glow through the darkness, staring towards the shopkeeper. “What do you think?” a grisly voice asks from the shadows. “Seems like an easy mark to me. Just got to nab her when her babysitter is distracted. Did you see the amount of solars she had? You’d better compensate me well for luring in such a valuable prize.” The fellblood shopkeeper replies with a smirk.
Outside the shop, Cervayhn pulls Ulmiyda aside into a dark, but empty, alley. "What do you think you're doing? Darkveil is dangerous enough for outsiders and yet here you are flaunting your wealth."
The young girl looks up from her trance for a brief moment, addressing her retainer's reprimanding with a dreary frown. "Well that's why you are here isn't it? To protect me?"
A groan of frustration escapes the older dark elf's lips as he holds his face in his palm. "It is but I would appreciate it if you didn't make my job harder than it needs to be. It's not like Darkveil is some tourist city, I'm taking a big risk bringing you out here without your parents permission, the least you can do is listen to me for once."
The young girl breaks her enthrallment with her ovoid treasure as tucks it into her coat with a sigh. "Okay, no more interruptions I promise. Let's get to the inn, I’m getting sleepy.” She holds out her hand in a gesture of agreement. With a sigh of his own, Cervayhn takes the young girl’s hand and leads her through the maze of alleyways and streets.
After quite some time, the pair finally arrive at their destination, The Midnight Mare. While not as fanciful or well known as the Den, the establishment’s smaller size meant they were less likely to draw attention. Cervayhn’s former profession as an intelligence officer had earned him connections with some of the regulars here, including the bartender Meric Devrim. Although they were on opposing sides, the two of them had bonded previously over their shared military service, both of them recognizing the virtues the other held. Buying a couple nights in one of the tavern's spare rooms was quite easy when you made for good company.
Ulmiyda grabs the tavern’s doorknob eager to get some rest, only to run into some unlikely company.
Bringing:
Cervayhn Halist (Warlord NPC)