Since Cairo was caught up with talking to Caldwell, Radigan walked right past him and into the kitchen doorway. There, he froze. His sights were set directly on the rings that had just jingled into Linota’s hand. She closed her grip around them, a little too late, and blinked at Radigan a couple times.
“Sir Radigan, I was just getting this girl ready–”
“Stealing from me, girl?!!” He cried at her before lunging forward and snatching Linota up by the wrist of the hand that held his rings.
He demanded that she give them to him and she did, after a very brief and sorrowful glance at Assallya. Radigan inspected them in one hand, the other still clutching Linota, before he stuffed them in one of his inner coat pockets on the left side. They didn’t seem all that valuable to him, but it was the principle of the matter! He dragged Linota to the front door and swung it open, only to be met with music and a commotion he hadn’t noticed before. He looked around confusedly, before taking a few steps outside, Linota in tow, to get a glimpse at crowds going into the old abandoned building.
“What the hell is this?” He growled, pressing his fingers into Linota’s wrist in contemplation.
She gritted her teeth, more from the extremely undesired touching than from the pain. She tried to jerk her arm away once, which brought his focus back onto her. He bared his own teeth at her then dragged her back to the house, throwing her inside. If the other two had tried to follow, he would grab hold of their shirt collars and throw them too, proving there was strength underneath his layers.
“Keep an eye on them!” He told Caldwell as he passed him on the way to his bedroom. “I’m going out.”
He used a key he pulled from another inner pocket, on the right side, to open the door. He didn’t bother closing it behind him, for he only needed to grab his most powerful treasures.
“Don’t let them go anywhere, understood?” He continued yelling at Caldwell from the depths of his cave-like room. “And check over the new girl! See what else she’s hiding. Leave no stone unturned.”
When he reemerged, Linota’s heart sank at the sight of her staff in his greasy, meat fingers. Of course it was. It was perfectly carved, intricately decorated, and had an everflowing hourglass of white and gold sands- when it wasn’t in use. It was beautiful and it never failed to turn heads. Radigan locked his bedroom door and stuffed the key back into his coat.
“Yes, Sir,” Caldwell told him obediently. It was hard for him not to be a smartass, but he wasn’t an idiot.
Radigan grabbed his too-big hat from the rack–something Linota knew was making up for something small–and was gone, slamming the door shut behind him. It left Linota, Assallya, and Cairo under the zealous, watchful eyes of Frederick Caldwell. He looked over Assallya briefly, but his eyes fell on Linota.
“You were just in the middle of being punished, weren’t you?” He asked her, as if genuinely curious about the situation. Then a smile wormed up his dry lips. “It’s only fair that I pick up where he left off. Otherwise, you won’t learn your lesson.”
The smile looked too excited for Linota’s liking and she took one step back to ready herself, a defiant glare already trying to spear her foe. She was still seeing colorful, glowing things, dully in the background, but she tried her best to ignore them for now. Caldwell would leap to grab her, unless stopped by the others.
“Sir Radigan, I was just getting this girl ready–”
“Stealing from me, girl?!!” He cried at her before lunging forward and snatching Linota up by the wrist of the hand that held his rings.
He demanded that she give them to him and she did, after a very brief and sorrowful glance at Assallya. Radigan inspected them in one hand, the other still clutching Linota, before he stuffed them in one of his inner coat pockets on the left side. They didn’t seem all that valuable to him, but it was the principle of the matter! He dragged Linota to the front door and swung it open, only to be met with music and a commotion he hadn’t noticed before. He looked around confusedly, before taking a few steps outside, Linota in tow, to get a glimpse at crowds going into the old abandoned building.
“What the hell is this?” He growled, pressing his fingers into Linota’s wrist in contemplation.
She gritted her teeth, more from the extremely undesired touching than from the pain. She tried to jerk her arm away once, which brought his focus back onto her. He bared his own teeth at her then dragged her back to the house, throwing her inside. If the other two had tried to follow, he would grab hold of their shirt collars and throw them too, proving there was strength underneath his layers.
“Keep an eye on them!” He told Caldwell as he passed him on the way to his bedroom. “I’m going out.”
He used a key he pulled from another inner pocket, on the right side, to open the door. He didn’t bother closing it behind him, for he only needed to grab his most powerful treasures.
“Don’t let them go anywhere, understood?” He continued yelling at Caldwell from the depths of his cave-like room. “And check over the new girl! See what else she’s hiding. Leave no stone unturned.”
When he reemerged, Linota’s heart sank at the sight of her staff in his greasy, meat fingers. Of course it was. It was perfectly carved, intricately decorated, and had an everflowing hourglass of white and gold sands- when it wasn’t in use. It was beautiful and it never failed to turn heads. Radigan locked his bedroom door and stuffed the key back into his coat.
“Yes, Sir,” Caldwell told him obediently. It was hard for him not to be a smartass, but he wasn’t an idiot.
Radigan grabbed his too-big hat from the rack–something Linota knew was making up for something small–and was gone, slamming the door shut behind him. It left Linota, Assallya, and Cairo under the zealous, watchful eyes of Frederick Caldwell. He looked over Assallya briefly, but his eyes fell on Linota.
“You were just in the middle of being punished, weren’t you?” He asked her, as if genuinely curious about the situation. Then a smile wormed up his dry lips. “It’s only fair that I pick up where he left off. Otherwise, you won’t learn your lesson.”
The smile looked too excited for Linota’s liking and she took one step back to ready herself, a defiant glare already trying to spear her foe. She was still seeing colorful, glowing things, dully in the background, but she tried her best to ignore them for now. Caldwell would leap to grab her, unless stopped by the others.
Radigan strode over to the abandoned building, his chest puffed out and his shoulders straight even before anyone could see him. How dare anyone throw a party and not invite him! Even if it was in a shabby, boarded up house. He held his staff like he knew how to use it, driving it into the dirt with each left step. His other hand fondled the amulet around his neck as he thought to use it on whoever the host was. They would wake up with their poverty party over and their pockets empty, never to return to his town again.
When Radigan arrived, just outside the building, he was met with all variations of stares. Most of them were cordial, some were ‘jealous’ (eye rolls and looks of disgust were considered jealousy), and few were smug. He reveled in all of these reactions, as long as everyone was looking at him. He spotted a few people of prominence before going inside, which surprised him. He tipped his hat to them and they to him, before he entered. His enormous hat just about fell off with how he jerked his head back in shock. Who knew this piece of donkey dung could look like this?? And the food- Lord Heaven Above, the food. He stared around with wild eyes now, instantly fuming that he didn’t get a formal invitation to such a soiree. That he had to find out about it by walking outside his own home and hearing it.
“Who hosts this party?!” He asked loudly, as if this building was his and they were all trespassing. He looked around, demanding an answer, until his searching eyes landed on Liothryth. Good God, those scars. ’What a waste,’ Radigan thought. He would have definitely remembered her in town.
“You there!” He called at her then pierced the crowd to make his way over. “What is the meaning of this party? You did not give appropriate notice!”
He held his staff in a way that made him look more powerful than he was, but that had always been his bread and butter. It looked almost threatening now, the way he subtly pointed the top end of it in Liothryth’s direction, waiting impatiently for an answer.
When Radigan arrived, just outside the building, he was met with all variations of stares. Most of them were cordial, some were ‘jealous’ (eye rolls and looks of disgust were considered jealousy), and few were smug. He reveled in all of these reactions, as long as everyone was looking at him. He spotted a few people of prominence before going inside, which surprised him. He tipped his hat to them and they to him, before he entered. His enormous hat just about fell off with how he jerked his head back in shock. Who knew this piece of donkey dung could look like this?? And the food- Lord Heaven Above, the food. He stared around with wild eyes now, instantly fuming that he didn’t get a formal invitation to such a soiree. That he had to find out about it by walking outside his own home and hearing it.
“Who hosts this party?!” He asked loudly, as if this building was his and they were all trespassing. He looked around, demanding an answer, until his searching eyes landed on Liothryth. Good God, those scars. ’What a waste,’ Radigan thought. He would have definitely remembered her in town.
“You there!” He called at her then pierced the crowd to make his way over. “What is the meaning of this party? You did not give appropriate notice!”
He held his staff in a way that made him look more powerful than he was, but that had always been his bread and butter. It looked almost threatening now, the way he subtly pointed the top end of it in Liothryth’s direction, waiting impatiently for an answer.
Just before Caldwell could grab Linota a lead pipe hits him square in the head sending him to the ground as he sits up infuriated he sees the culprit was none other than Cairo staring at him with anger in his eyes "what the hell do you think you're doing?" Caldwell asks through gritted teeth trying to hide his pain, Cairo says nothing to him and just stared at him like he was nothing with his leap pipe ready for a fight "SAY SOMETHING DAMMIT!!" If anything could enrage Caldwell the most it was disrespect and being ignored "fine then i guess i'll have to beat the respect into both of you!" He threatens.
"And our prey appears, I assume", He whispered to Liothryth and walked over to Radigan, calling over Azumi, who followed soon after. Ren held his right sleeve, fixing some sort of contraption underneath and then held the holstered pistol subtly. He already wanted to eliminate his foe, but held back as much as possible until the time was right.
"This is a party that celebrates the establishment of our Headquarters of Peace! We apologize if we diplomats of Kamigawa were not able to invite you, dear friend! You are still welcome, though!", Azumi spoke. Ren simply nodded and tried to form a smile under his hood.
"This is a party that celebrates the establishment of our Headquarters of Peace! We apologize if we diplomats of Kamigawa were not able to invite you, dear friend! You are still welcome, though!", Azumi spoke. Ren simply nodded and tried to form a smile under his hood.
Assallya wasn't sure what to do. The smart thing, the thing she'd done a hundred times, if not a thousand, was to simply take the beating and move on. They were well past that now.
There was a spell that could cause him to forget the last few minutes. She'd used it to get herself or of trouble many times when caught sneaking about where she shouldn't be but they'd have to use it fast.
A sudden, devilish glint appeared in the blonde sorceress' eye and she began to chant softly. With Caldwell's attention, and more importantly, abject fury distracting him Assallya could probably have shouted the ancient arcana accompanied by a dance routine and he wouldn't have noticed.
A sound and the magic shifted, a flick of a hand and the stream of power twisted, another sound and another, a few more hand gestures and the magic began to form a pattern. Then, when the pattern was released she fixed her blue eyed icy gaze on Caldwell's back.
"Move not!" she said for dramatic effect and neelessly made a hurling motion with her right hand, releasing the spell of paralysis.
Let the two say what they wished, beat the young man down or whatever. She'd wipe his memory for Linota and Cairo. She even already had a plan for that.
"Sharess' tits be praised..." she thought smugly to herself, "fireballs my arse, enchantments were much more useful."
There was a spell that could cause him to forget the last few minutes. She'd used it to get herself or of trouble many times when caught sneaking about where she shouldn't be but they'd have to use it fast.
A sudden, devilish glint appeared in the blonde sorceress' eye and she began to chant softly. With Caldwell's attention, and more importantly, abject fury distracting him Assallya could probably have shouted the ancient arcana accompanied by a dance routine and he wouldn't have noticed.
A sound and the magic shifted, a flick of a hand and the stream of power twisted, another sound and another, a few more hand gestures and the magic began to form a pattern. Then, when the pattern was released she fixed her blue eyed icy gaze on Caldwell's back.
"Move not!" she said for dramatic effect and neelessly made a hurling motion with her right hand, releasing the spell of paralysis.
Let the two say what they wished, beat the young man down or whatever. She'd wipe his memory for Linota and Cairo. She even already had a plan for that.
"Sharess' tits be praised..." she thought smugly to herself, "fireballs my arse, enchantments were much more useful."
Lio took a deep breath at Radigan approached. Here we go, she thought and fed just a little more power into her protection spells. This had to be the slime they were here to deal with.
"Good day," she said to him in a very pleasant voice, ignoring the staff pointed at her. "We were not aware of any permission being needed to hold a simple party to introduce ourselves to our new neighbors. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Liothryth Terandes, of the House of Farnesai. Master Mage in the line of Glorandal Thewarin. I take it you are the mayor of this fine town?" Her tone was very calculated to give no insult but to sound genuinely curious but her body language still projected supreme self-confidence.
"Good day," she said to him in a very pleasant voice, ignoring the staff pointed at her. "We were not aware of any permission being needed to hold a simple party to introduce ourselves to our new neighbors. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Liothryth Terandes, of the House of Farnesai. Master Mage in the line of Glorandal Thewarin. I take it you are the mayor of this fine town?" Her tone was very calculated to give no insult but to sound genuinely curious but her body language still projected supreme self-confidence.
Radigan, having been addressing Liothryth, looked like he had almost been touched by something gross when Ren and Azumi flanked one of his sides. They spoke of the party being theirs and so Radigan blinked at the scarred woman a few times before annoyedly looking at Azumi.
“Diplomats should have more sense than to have so little manners,” Radigan told her with a nod of his head, driving the point home. How was having a party and not telling him about it peaceful? He then looked at Ren to make sure the message was understood. He was a fellow man, after all.
Radigan glared at Liothryth next when she introduced herself and explained her status. A brow nearly raised at the title of ‘Master Mage’, and maybe it would have if he were in better spirits, but it sat stationary in his scowl. Mistaking him for the mayor, however- He couldn’t help but melt a few degrees.
“Oh, dear lady, no,” he told her, instantly cajoled by her question. “Though I can see how that mistake could be made. The mayor and I are close friends. You’ll find no one closer.”
He said the last sentence almost as if it were a warning then grinned a gnarled, yellowy grin.
“So the party is his?” Radigan asked Liothryth. He wanted to talk to her and only her, in case she said more things to feed his ego. “And who is that with him?”
Radigan studied Azumi, up and down her frame, just as he would any new and shiny thing that passed him by. She tickled his fancy, to say the least, and he wanted to know the cost. That would be his next question if Liothryth said anything other than ‘wife’.
“Diplomats should have more sense than to have so little manners,” Radigan told her with a nod of his head, driving the point home. How was having a party and not telling him about it peaceful? He then looked at Ren to make sure the message was understood. He was a fellow man, after all.
Radigan glared at Liothryth next when she introduced herself and explained her status. A brow nearly raised at the title of ‘Master Mage’, and maybe it would have if he were in better spirits, but it sat stationary in his scowl. Mistaking him for the mayor, however- He couldn’t help but melt a few degrees.
“Oh, dear lady, no,” he told her, instantly cajoled by her question. “Though I can see how that mistake could be made. The mayor and I are close friends. You’ll find no one closer.”
He said the last sentence almost as if it were a warning then grinned a gnarled, yellowy grin.
“So the party is his?” Radigan asked Liothryth. He wanted to talk to her and only her, in case she said more things to feed his ego. “And who is that with him?”
Radigan studied Azumi, up and down her frame, just as he would any new and shiny thing that passed him by. She tickled his fancy, to say the least, and he wanted to know the cost. That would be his next question if Liothryth said anything other than ‘wife’.
Linota shielded her face from the loud clang the lead pipe caused, having forgotten Cairo was carrying it. Her mouth fell slightly open at the sight of Caldwell on the ground and she looked at Cairo gratefully, though only for a moment. Caldwell had started yelling, evidently not too badly fazed by a lead pipe to the skull. What was this man made out of? Linota had the strong urge to gut him and look at his insides to find out, but Assallya’s chanting pulled her from her reverie.
“What is she doing?” Caldwell spat, looking between Linota and Cairo with growing panic. Then he looked at Assallya. “What are you doing?!!”
He scrambled to get up, though the hit to the head made him wobbly like a newborn fawn. “Stop!” He screamed at the same time Assallya yelled at him to ‘move not’ and he obeyed, stuck in his horrified and pretzeled position.
Linota’s lips parted even more at that and she turned her head to stare at Assallya.
“You can just do that?” She asked her, bewildered. “You could have– We could have just–”
Linota’s head spun with all the ways Assallya’s little paralysis trick could have saved them a whole lot of time. As she stared down at Caldwell, lost in the what if’s, she started to notice the faint, colorful glows on his body. She cautiously approached him then opened his coat to find the source of the strongest glow, patting around with searching fingers. She came upon a pocket with a small, jewel-like bulge and fished out a pocket watch. It was Radigan’s gold, jewel encrusted pocket watch.
Linota's golden eyes flicked up to look into Caldwell’s, which were already frantically staring right at her. He knew that she knew, and she knew he knew she knew. She smiled at him with mock appreciation and tucked the time altering watch into her own pocket. He made grunts and gurgling sounds as she did and as she continued to search him, but he could do nothing more. The other glowing things she found on him were a stone and yet another ring. She had no idea what they did and would present them to Assallya questioningly.
“His bedroom is there,” Linota would tell Assallya next, pointing at the door. The rainbow laden glow emanating from the room was unmistakable. “It’s locked, but not magical.”
At least, she didn’t think it was. She kept her distance in case it was, but seemed perfectly fine to let Assallya go check for herself, giving her an encouraging little nod.
“What is she doing?” Caldwell spat, looking between Linota and Cairo with growing panic. Then he looked at Assallya. “What are you doing?!!”
He scrambled to get up, though the hit to the head made him wobbly like a newborn fawn. “Stop!” He screamed at the same time Assallya yelled at him to ‘move not’ and he obeyed, stuck in his horrified and pretzeled position.
Linota’s lips parted even more at that and she turned her head to stare at Assallya.
“You can just do that?” She asked her, bewildered. “You could have– We could have just–”
Linota’s head spun with all the ways Assallya’s little paralysis trick could have saved them a whole lot of time. As she stared down at Caldwell, lost in the what if’s, she started to notice the faint, colorful glows on his body. She cautiously approached him then opened his coat to find the source of the strongest glow, patting around with searching fingers. She came upon a pocket with a small, jewel-like bulge and fished out a pocket watch. It was Radigan’s gold, jewel encrusted pocket watch.
Linota's golden eyes flicked up to look into Caldwell’s, which were already frantically staring right at her. He knew that she knew, and she knew he knew she knew. She smiled at him with mock appreciation and tucked the time altering watch into her own pocket. He made grunts and gurgling sounds as she did and as she continued to search him, but he could do nothing more. The other glowing things she found on him were a stone and yet another ring. She had no idea what they did and would present them to Assallya questioningly.
“His bedroom is there,” Linota would tell Assallya next, pointing at the door. The rainbow laden glow emanating from the room was unmistakable. “It’s locked, but not magical.”
At least, she didn’t think it was. She kept her distance in case it was, but seemed perfectly fine to let Assallya go check for herself, giving her an encouraging little nod.
Seeing Caldwell was unable to move as Cairo approaches and takes his sword back "whats with that face man?" He mocks getting in Caldwells face all Caldwell could do was watch as Cairo took his sword back his face becoming red with fury with a vein showing on his forehead "hey assallya do you need a lockpick? I still got a few" Cairo offers to assallya watching as Caldwell gets more and more angry but couldn't do anything about it.
"Hurry please," Assallya asked of Cairo, surprised that he wasn't taking further advantage, "We have half a candlemark before my Spell of Forgetting is useless."
She continued examining Caldwell's stone and ring as she continued, "-but be careful. Watch for runes and glyphs. Trapped runes and glyphs are hard for even this with magic to see if they're not careful. Otherwise they'd make for horrible traps."
She continued examining Caldwell's stone and ring as she continued, "-but be careful. Watch for runes and glyphs. Trapped runes and glyphs are hard for even this with magic to see if they're not careful. Otherwise they'd make for horrible traps."
Azumi was nervous. She was being inspected carefully by Radigan, hoping he did not see through her disguise. She kept smiling throughout the entire time, while he continued looking at her. Is he...?, she thought to herself, hoping he wasn't eyeing her in a way that she thought. Ren, on the other hand analyzed the way Radigan was looking at her, and was starting to panic internally, somehow keeping any obvious facial expressions hidden.
"Is something the matter, mister?", She asked Radigan, tilting her head. Despite his rude behavior, she knew better than to act aggressively in this situation. Ren held his pistol tighter, attempting to unholster it, but Azumi held his other hand in an effort to tell him it's alright. He understood this and simply exhaled slowly through his nose, keeping his pistol holstered.
"I apologize for his behavior, that is my shinobi, or you can say bodyguard. He is quite protective of me", She smiled.
"Is something the matter, mister?", She asked Radigan, tilting her head. Despite his rude behavior, she knew better than to act aggressively in this situation. Ren held his pistol tighter, attempting to unholster it, but Azumi held his other hand in an effort to tell him it's alright. He understood this and simply exhaled slowly through his nose, keeping his pistol holstered.
"I apologize for his behavior, that is my shinobi, or you can say bodyguard. He is quite protective of me", She smiled.
Lio took a moment to figure out how to describe Ren and Azumi's relationship. "They are also bound together. Magical bonds, quite unbreakable. Something you would surely understand." She loosed her formality a bit and gave him a smile as if he was a magic user on her level.
"Allow me to personally escort you around, you may be interested in some of the small magics I've done here. Nothing too complicated, you understand." She needed to talk to him, find out more about him, and try to get a read on the amulet he was wearing. Lio was pretty confident that her defenses could stand up to it, but it was best to be careful. And they needed to be sure that he would be willing to end up in alone with them.
She waved her hand, made her ring flash again, and increased the volume of the music a little. The ring wasn't actually magical, it was simply a symbol of her mage line, but she wanted him to want it.
"Allow me to personally escort you around, you may be interested in some of the small magics I've done here. Nothing too complicated, you understand." She needed to talk to him, find out more about him, and try to get a read on the amulet he was wearing. Lio was pretty confident that her defenses could stand up to it, but it was best to be careful. And they needed to be sure that he would be willing to end up in alone with them.
She waved her hand, made her ring flash again, and increased the volume of the music a little. The ring wasn't actually magical, it was simply a symbol of her mage line, but she wanted him to want it.
Linota looked from Assallya to Cairo, a spike of worry crossing her features at the thought of Cairo picking the lock. Even what Assallya said about her forgetting spell went unheard as Linota’s thoughts grew louder. She had been just fine to let Assallya take the risk of a possible trap, but not Cairo. If the boy had started to walk toward the door, Linota would have put out a hand.
“No!” She said suddenly, then paused to think of an explanation other than ‘I think it’s booby trapped, but I was just fine letting you do it, Assallya'. “I’m.. faster at it. I’ll do it.”
She took the lockpick set from Cairo, whether he liked it or not, and moved to start working at the lock. Keen amber eyes saw no runes, unless the scrapes from past attempts could be considered runes. She wondered who that was, though it didn’t take long for her mind to land on Caldwell. Of course he had tried to break into Radigan’s chambers before he was promoted to be his right hand man. Maybe even while he was his right hand man. Linota continued until the loud click of success sounded, about a minute later.
Usually she would smile at the sound, the joyous feeling of such an achievement–and in so little time–making it impossible not to do so, but here, she winced and waited to be shocked, speared, or turned to ice. Surprisingly, none of those things happened. Linota slowly, cautiously opened the door and- She couldn’t believe it. Absolutely nothing happened!
“Dummy,” she said to herself and swung the door open, presenting the entrance to Cairo and Assallya. When she looked in, it was a mosaic of glowing colors, like the stained glass in church. It took her eyes some adjusting, yet again, before she could start to see the items beneath the glow. A rope? What looked like a silver platter. A creepy doll..
“Seriously, what did you do to me?” Linota asked Assallya, trying to blink the useless rainbow glows from her eyes. “This spell is just lighting up a bunch of junk.”
She walked over and grabbed the rope, judgmentally holding it up to Assallya. The rope’s unique coloration meant nothing to Linota, as she had never done this before, and so it did nothing to help her deduce its use.
“No!” She said suddenly, then paused to think of an explanation other than ‘I think it’s booby trapped, but I was just fine letting you do it, Assallya'. “I’m.. faster at it. I’ll do it.”
She took the lockpick set from Cairo, whether he liked it or not, and moved to start working at the lock. Keen amber eyes saw no runes, unless the scrapes from past attempts could be considered runes. She wondered who that was, though it didn’t take long for her mind to land on Caldwell. Of course he had tried to break into Radigan’s chambers before he was promoted to be his right hand man. Maybe even while he was his right hand man. Linota continued until the loud click of success sounded, about a minute later.
Usually she would smile at the sound, the joyous feeling of such an achievement–and in so little time–making it impossible not to do so, but here, she winced and waited to be shocked, speared, or turned to ice. Surprisingly, none of those things happened. Linota slowly, cautiously opened the door and- She couldn’t believe it. Absolutely nothing happened!
“Dummy,” she said to herself and swung the door open, presenting the entrance to Cairo and Assallya. When she looked in, it was a mosaic of glowing colors, like the stained glass in church. It took her eyes some adjusting, yet again, before she could start to see the items beneath the glow. A rope? What looked like a silver platter. A creepy doll..
“Seriously, what did you do to me?” Linota asked Assallya, trying to blink the useless rainbow glows from her eyes. “This spell is just lighting up a bunch of junk.”
She walked over and grabbed the rope, judgmentally holding it up to Assallya. The rope’s unique coloration meant nothing to Linota, as she had never done this before, and so it did nothing to help her deduce its use.
“Ohh,” Radigan said as if he understood what Azumi was trying to say. He chuckled thickly. “I see. ‘Bodyguard’, yes.”
He was about to ask her ‘how much it took’, when Liothryth swooped in with further explanation. He blinked down at her, miffed that she would get in the way of him and his new prospect. When she said he would ‘surely understand’, however, he changed his tune.
“Yes! Yes, of course.” He clutched his staff tighter, as if to say ‘Oh, I know about magic!’ and nodded his head in agreement. “Quite unbreakable indeed.”
Radigan followed Liothryth where she guided him and looked around at her ‘small’ magics. It seemed a grandiose feat in such a short time, if he were being truthful with himself, but he could never, would never, let it show.
“It’s acceptable,” he told her with an upturned nose. “It’s simply–” Then he saw her ring, just as planned.
“Exquisite,” he finished, losing himself in the fine piece of jewelry. He shook his head, causing his cheeks and neck to flap around. “Where did you get such a ring?”
As Liothryth might have explained, a dark smoke started erupting from him as if a small bomb went off inside his coat. He sputtered and coughed while he reached into his right inner pocket and pulled out his bedroom key. It had begun to emit thick, black clouds, acting as an alarm system for his door.
He started to make gurgled, maddened sounds before he yelled, “BLASTED KIDS!!” Wild eyes looked at Liothryth before he turned to head for the exit, the smoking key clutched in his fist.
“They’re more trouble than they’re worth,” he growled to himself, though he didn’t try to make it quiet. “I know just who it is, too. Just who it is. Should have taken care of them earlier, blast it.”
He cut through the crowd, who were more than used to making room for the angry man, and would leave if not stopped.
He was about to ask her ‘how much it took’, when Liothryth swooped in with further explanation. He blinked down at her, miffed that she would get in the way of him and his new prospect. When she said he would ‘surely understand’, however, he changed his tune.
“Yes! Yes, of course.” He clutched his staff tighter, as if to say ‘Oh, I know about magic!’ and nodded his head in agreement. “Quite unbreakable indeed.”
Radigan followed Liothryth where she guided him and looked around at her ‘small’ magics. It seemed a grandiose feat in such a short time, if he were being truthful with himself, but he could never, would never, let it show.
“It’s acceptable,” he told her with an upturned nose. “It’s simply–” Then he saw her ring, just as planned.
“Exquisite,” he finished, losing himself in the fine piece of jewelry. He shook his head, causing his cheeks and neck to flap around. “Where did you get such a ring?”
As Liothryth might have explained, a dark smoke started erupting from him as if a small bomb went off inside his coat. He sputtered and coughed while he reached into his right inner pocket and pulled out his bedroom key. It had begun to emit thick, black clouds, acting as an alarm system for his door.
He started to make gurgled, maddened sounds before he yelled, “BLASTED KIDS!!” Wild eyes looked at Liothryth before he turned to head for the exit, the smoking key clutched in his fist.
“They’re more trouble than they’re worth,” he growled to himself, though he didn’t try to make it quiet. “I know just who it is, too. Just who it is. Should have taken care of them earlier, blast it.”
He cut through the crowd, who were more than used to making room for the angry man, and would leave if not stopped.
Useless?
"It has a different name in each school," the blonde sorceress explained, "Dweomer Kenn, Flow Sense and Mage Sight to name a few. You're looking at magic, folded over onto itself, suffusing, permeating things."
Assallya stopped into the room, looking about. So much of this stuff was just junk.
"Don't step on the carpet," Assallya added as she looked around, "Mages often use them to move trap wards from location to location without having to start from scratch. It's hard to see their glow because the magic is buried, inside the weave."
"Robbing wizards can be a bit more dangerous than normal people so as a thief it helps to know their tricks."
"I've got one of these," Assallya muttered as she looked over a comb, recognizing the way the flows were arranged, weaves of transmutation layered with abjuration and just a touch of illusion for that little bit of glamour.
"We need to hurry," Assallya added, not because of Radigan's impending arrival but because they needed to finish before it was too late to place the spell on Caldwell.
Assallya was starting to get a feel for this man based on the room itself. Private spaces often reflected the soul of a person. It was a mixture of both chaos and organization. Radigan seemed to have just a smidgen of magical potential, maybe enough to find out what was magical and what wasn't. She was beginning to suspect, long ago, when he was Linota's age the man had been an apprentice to a wizard and then cast out.
It tracked with his behaviour. He probably used what little power he had to lord over his fellow urchins- But! The blonde girl felt she was on to something. Everytime he looked at Cairo and the other ruffians he was reminded of his failure, at being kicked out of the only home he'd known.
"Most of this stuff is just junk!" the blonde elf said softly, "He must keep the good stuff on him or he keeps the dangerous stuff in a lead lined box. Oh... That's a relief. I was worried this place would be filled with staves and rods."
"It has a different name in each school," the blonde sorceress explained, "Dweomer Kenn, Flow Sense and Mage Sight to name a few. You're looking at magic, folded over onto itself, suffusing, permeating things."
Assallya stopped into the room, looking about. So much of this stuff was just junk.
"Don't step on the carpet," Assallya added as she looked around, "Mages often use them to move trap wards from location to location without having to start from scratch. It's hard to see their glow because the magic is buried, inside the weave."
"Robbing wizards can be a bit more dangerous than normal people so as a thief it helps to know their tricks."
"I've got one of these," Assallya muttered as she looked over a comb, recognizing the way the flows were arranged, weaves of transmutation layered with abjuration and just a touch of illusion for that little bit of glamour.
"We need to hurry," Assallya added, not because of Radigan's impending arrival but because they needed to finish before it was too late to place the spell on Caldwell.
Assallya was starting to get a feel for this man based on the room itself. Private spaces often reflected the soul of a person. It was a mixture of both chaos and organization. Radigan seemed to have just a smidgen of magical potential, maybe enough to find out what was magical and what wasn't. She was beginning to suspect, long ago, when he was Linota's age the man had been an apprentice to a wizard and then cast out.
It tracked with his behaviour. He probably used what little power he had to lord over his fellow urchins- But! The blonde girl felt she was on to something. Everytime he looked at Cairo and the other ruffians he was reminded of his failure, at being kicked out of the only home he'd known.
"Most of this stuff is just junk!" the blonde elf said softly, "He must keep the good stuff on him or he keeps the dangerous stuff in a lead lined box. Oh... That's a relief. I was worried this place would be filled with staves and rods."
"Wait, Sir Radigan!", Azumi called out to him, "I did mention a while ago that I would make exquisite delicacies from our homeland, It would please me if you'd try it!". She was worried, and so was Ren but only because the only thing he's gotten close to cooking is baking and boiling and he knew he was going to take part in the cooking process. He added that not only were they diplomats, they were excellent chefs and he was going to the kitchen to ready the ingredients so that all may see the spectacular cooking skills. Little did Radigan know, that he grabbed Liothryth by the hand and dragged her by the kitchen to ask her something.
"We're gonna kill him now right?", He whispered angrily, "I don't want him touching Kuzu in any way whatsoever!". He shook his head in dismay and paced back and forth, worrying for his familiar's safety.
Meanwhile, Azumi also offered to clean and repair Radigan's coat and remove the source of the smoke using her magic
"We're gonna kill him now right?", He whispered angrily, "I don't want him touching Kuzu in any way whatsoever!". He shook his head in dismay and paced back and forth, worrying for his familiar's safety.
Meanwhile, Azumi also offered to clean and repair Radigan's coat and remove the source of the smoke using her magic
“So these things actually have magic,” Linota reiterated, looking at the length of stretched rope in her hands.
She could have deduced that easily enough, seeing that Radigan’s pocket watch had the strongest glow yet, but it just didn’t add up that a bit of rope, and a fork, could be magical. Linota checked for the lump in her pocket, where the watch was, and wondered if Assallya could see it there, just as Linota saw it on Caldwell. She wanted it to be kept a secret, if for no other reason than the great and detrimental power it wielded. She had no thoughts of using the watch’s power, she only wanted to be sure that no one else could use it. At least, that’s what she told herself.
Assallya, who seemed to pay no nevermind to the watch, told Linota not to step on the carpet and Linota took a step back just before her foot landed on an unkempt rug. She leaned down to inspect the rug after Assallya’s explanation and raised her brows at the woven material.
“Crafty,” Linota commented, readily retaining all of this new information. It was almost making her giddy. Magic opened up so many possibilities! How could everyone not be obsessed with it?
Linota wanted to say something like, ‘yes, I also have a hair comb’’, but she knew the comb to which Assallya was referring did something magical and so she refrained.
“What does that do?” Linota asked, unable to keep the acumen from her tone. “Comb through your hair extra nicely?” She wouldn’t understand that that could be useful, whether Assallya explained what it did or not.
While Linota spoke, she had put the rope in a pocket and walked over to the doll, careful to avoid any rugs on the ground. Now she worked to shove the doll in another pocket, no matter how insanely creepy it was. It did something magical and she was going to figure out what! Assallya told her to hurry and she looked through the door where she could see Cairo keeping watch and Caldwell on the ground beside him. She wouldn’t be surprised to see Cairo antagonizing the older man while he was so defenseless.
“So he doesn’t even have anything good in here?” Linota asked angrily.
She was embarrassed that she had been manipulated by a man who only had junk to show for his ‘holier than thou’ behavior. The only good things he seemed to own were his amulet, his pocket watch, and her staff! Granted, at least two of those things were really good. Good enough to make her murder one of her closest friends, anyway.
A pang of dread blossomed in her chest as Assallya spoke of relief and Linota worked to swallow it down. She couldn’t dwell on the past now. They could do this. He was missing one of his weapons and, to Linota’s knowledge, he still didn’t know how to properly use the staff. As long as Liothryth kept her wards up, she and the other two wouldn’t be affected by the amulet. Again, Lin was hoping without knowing.
“Grab what seems useful?” Linota offered, hoping she sounded unfazed by everything. Then she grabbed up an oval shaped, silver plate which she stuck a third down the front of her trousers.
She put her shirt over it, concealing it from view. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but it made her feel like she was really going into battle and, put simply, she wanted it. Curiosity made her rush into the kitchen next where she swiped the glowing fork and rainbowy goblet off the dirty countertops.
“We should go and help them,” Linota told them when she was back in the common area. She began to search the room and collected what looked like parts to a machine, then stuffed them into a bag along with the magic laden goblet. The magical fork she had tucked into a pocket as a last resort weapon. “No sense in waiting around here now.” She looked at Caldwell and Radigan’s tampered-with room.
“Actually- We’re dead if we stay here.”
And Linota found that she couldn’t stay there a minute longer. She took in the sight of the dirty house, the sight of her very life for the past several years, for what she hoped would be the last time, and sighed. ’What a waste,’ she thought.
She could have deduced that easily enough, seeing that Radigan’s pocket watch had the strongest glow yet, but it just didn’t add up that a bit of rope, and a fork, could be magical. Linota checked for the lump in her pocket, where the watch was, and wondered if Assallya could see it there, just as Linota saw it on Caldwell. She wanted it to be kept a secret, if for no other reason than the great and detrimental power it wielded. She had no thoughts of using the watch’s power, she only wanted to be sure that no one else could use it. At least, that’s what she told herself.
Assallya, who seemed to pay no nevermind to the watch, told Linota not to step on the carpet and Linota took a step back just before her foot landed on an unkempt rug. She leaned down to inspect the rug after Assallya’s explanation and raised her brows at the woven material.
“Crafty,” Linota commented, readily retaining all of this new information. It was almost making her giddy. Magic opened up so many possibilities! How could everyone not be obsessed with it?
Linota wanted to say something like, ‘yes, I also have a hair comb’’, but she knew the comb to which Assallya was referring did something magical and so she refrained.
“What does that do?” Linota asked, unable to keep the acumen from her tone. “Comb through your hair extra nicely?” She wouldn’t understand that that could be useful, whether Assallya explained what it did or not.
While Linota spoke, she had put the rope in a pocket and walked over to the doll, careful to avoid any rugs on the ground. Now she worked to shove the doll in another pocket, no matter how insanely creepy it was. It did something magical and she was going to figure out what! Assallya told her to hurry and she looked through the door where she could see Cairo keeping watch and Caldwell on the ground beside him. She wouldn’t be surprised to see Cairo antagonizing the older man while he was so defenseless.
“So he doesn’t even have anything good in here?” Linota asked angrily.
She was embarrassed that she had been manipulated by a man who only had junk to show for his ‘holier than thou’ behavior. The only good things he seemed to own were his amulet, his pocket watch, and her staff! Granted, at least two of those things were really good. Good enough to make her murder one of her closest friends, anyway.
A pang of dread blossomed in her chest as Assallya spoke of relief and Linota worked to swallow it down. She couldn’t dwell on the past now. They could do this. He was missing one of his weapons and, to Linota’s knowledge, he still didn’t know how to properly use the staff. As long as Liothryth kept her wards up, she and the other two wouldn’t be affected by the amulet. Again, Lin was hoping without knowing.
“Grab what seems useful?” Linota offered, hoping she sounded unfazed by everything. Then she grabbed up an oval shaped, silver plate which she stuck a third down the front of her trousers.
She put her shirt over it, concealing it from view. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but it made her feel like she was really going into battle and, put simply, she wanted it. Curiosity made her rush into the kitchen next where she swiped the glowing fork and rainbowy goblet off the dirty countertops.
“We should go and help them,” Linota told them when she was back in the common area. She began to search the room and collected what looked like parts to a machine, then stuffed them into a bag along with the magic laden goblet. The magical fork she had tucked into a pocket as a last resort weapon. “No sense in waiting around here now.” She looked at Caldwell and Radigan’s tampered-with room.
“Actually- We’re dead if we stay here.”
And Linota found that she couldn’t stay there a minute longer. She took in the sight of the dirty house, the sight of her very life for the past several years, for what she hoped would be the last time, and sighed. ’What a waste,’ she thought.
The sound of Azumi’s voice calling to him made him turn for a moment, as if he had lost control of his own will. She spoke of food and his glistening, hungry lips immediately returned to their snarling.
“I’ll be back to eat your food later! For now I must go.” He continued to stride away from her, his staff driving hard into the dirt with each step. There would only be one thing he might willingly stop for and it wasn’t an 'eastern delicacy' one would find on a menu.
He was storming through the exit now.
“I’ll be back to eat your food later! For now I must go.” He continued to stride away from her, his staff driving hard into the dirt with each step. There would only be one thing he might willingly stop for and it wasn’t an 'eastern delicacy' one would find on a menu.
He was storming through the exit now.
"So, Assallya what you're saying is all of that stuff is useless?" Cairo questions her while keeping a close eye on Caldwell making sure he doesn't move
"Not useless," the blonde sorceress clarified, "It's more... Better yet, think I'd them as ridiculously expensive toys worth a lot in coin. There are a couple of good things here with during magic but they're not going to be a match for a master mage like Liothryth."
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