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In the meantime, Bandit decided to study the parameter of the fortress. She ran her hands along the stone and took small cautious steps. Her runes glowed blue in the night a minor distraction from the pale beauty of the moon overhead. She placed a hand over her forehead rune and continued to drag her fingers across the stone. The walls trembled, though more like throbbed against her touch. The pulse mimicked the life beating of a human heart. Her eyes narrowed in thought.

The witch stopped after a few hundred yards and pressed up against the wall. Indeed, the wall throbbed. There was a human within the fortress and simply on assumptions she knew the earl was inside. Not much else loving was around but then again the monsters steadily following her had enough life in them to snuff hers out. She whirled around and bared her thin sharp teeth at them aggressively.

"What?"

A gasp slipped from the witch's lips and a sickening crack sounded...

Her body slipped to the ground and blood trickled down the stone. Pain wrecked havoc inside her skull and took away her vision temporarily. She couldn't see but she knew she was in trouble. Withdrawing her blade the witch tried to defend herself but what she didn't realize was that a giant troll had her trapped. Without proper vision and a clear head she wasn't sure what exactly would happen to her.

Some following of scents and harried misteps later, he arrived at the clearing in which the trail had lead the pair to believe Tannis would be. Naturally, the person they were looking for was long gone by the time he arrived. A hand came up to pick a couple of twigs from his hair, while the other hand traced the bloody scratch on his cheek. The result of running past a low hanging tree branch and little more, but it still stung.

"Women, Gwen. It's women, ain' it? Leadin' me 'round n' circles n' ain' even nice 'nough ta' tells me they's ain' gon' be thea' when I's wa' nice 'nough ta' go lookin' for 'em. Tch. Well, thas' tha' way tha' cookie done crumbled, I s'ppose. Les' go meet up wit' tha' others, shall we?" He wasn't, to be honest, quite sure how much of his rambling his feline partner understood, though judging from 'her' reaction, the cat understood plenty, and it found what it heard to be quite funny. It was then that the pair turned and moved off to return to the castle gate, unware of what was happening at their destination.

Lucas knew that the party was in trouble, but he stopped himself for a moment to wonder if he should help the witch or not for actually going to the fortress in the first place. He shook his head. He wasn't cold-hearted enough for that, so he flowed through the trees and started speaking words under his breath before the monster could see that he was there. What he said sounded like, "Nuhhevikhayevehkron, lekayekelhevheul!". A huge blast of lightning burst from the heavens, electrocuting the beast, the thing smoldering as it fell. Lucas then mutters, "Lekowoh" and he speeds forth, as fast as the lightning, and slices the beast, blood splurting violently from its multiple wounds. It collapses from pain and blood loss, the ground running red with the crimson liquid. He looks at the witch, who was luckily relatively unharmed by the lightning strike. He hadn't thought that part through so he said "Ikhillnuh". He burns from the lightning strike slowly faded away and Lucas extend a hand to help the witch up.

Tannis's speckled-white ears stretched upwards, her hazel eyes blinking. Twice. Somewhere, a large beast stalked the forest. Her back pushed off of the tree and her right hand left the basket's handle, running down her back. Her form moved through the trees, while her head tilted upwards, observing a large, bright flash of lightning. Stepping around trees and over bushes, Tannis's form breaks free of the forest and sets her hazel gaze upon the darkly coloured femme, and then the burnt and bleeding corpse of a troll. Then the troll's club. "Do you think anyone noticed the sky splitting open? We may as well sink the fortress into the ground." Tannis's curves lips tugged into a soft smile. "Can you move?"

Tannis's eyes left the femme's injured form and moved towards the large club. Hoisting the basket over her shoulder, Tannis's form bends down upon one knee and wraps a hand about the club's girth, giving it a tug to test its weight.

Lucas' long ears twitched when he heard Tannis come up behind him. He turns around, arms crossed, to look at her. "I was in a hurry, is this a problem?" He asks, his sword dematerializing into the air.

"Beasts will come, but I can take care of them. I attracted them, so it is my responsibility to get rid of them." He says, then his ears twitching again as he hears a growl in the distance. He mutters a quick word of "Haillkahnee" and a bright light starts burning, it running out from the foliage. He turns to look at Tannis once more.

Tannis's hazel gaze was focused upon the large club. Her basket being placed upon the ground, and her green clothed form bending down to lift the troll's club over a shoulder. The motion almost carried her onto her rump, but soon, she regained her balance. Holding the club with both hands, Tannis's face looks about, bewildered, "Do you hear another voice?" Tannis's gaze drifts back to the injured witch, the male inbetween the two being stared at, but not noticed.

Bothered, Lucas taps Tannis on the shoulder and backs away. "I'm right here, feline." He says, rubbing his wrists.

"Do you not see me? I'm right inbetween you and the witch." He says afterward, staring directly into the cat's eyes.

Lucas sighs, and says, "If you can't see me but hear me, I have this one message to give you: Don't go into the fortress. It may as well be a death trap, I've seen a lot of people go in and not come out. I just thought I should give you that message before I go and mind my own business again." He says, then walks into the trees, the darkness swallowing him up.

Erm...so this RP has drifted too far from the origninal objective and now I am completely at a loss of how to continue this.

~ Mellute

Well, letting Tannis and the ghost bicker is entertaining, but let's go over each character's goals.

Bandit: Retrieve something that was stolen from her, within the fortress.
Tannis: Tag along and enter the fortress for some yet-discovered-reason.
Ghost: Interact with the world and assist the "group"
Vahn: Assist Bandit in getting back her object of want.

What are the character's obstacles?

1. A really huge wall, made of stone.
2. A very small door made of wood.
3. Bandit's serious wounding.

I believe I know what can be done to continue this game, but I have class in 9 minutes. I shall return to post in an hour or so.

A wind must be starting up, with all the leaves moving and sounding like spoken words. Tannis steps through the ghost and walks over to the dark clothed femme. Her right knee touches the ground, and her right hand gently removes some of her hair away, after having rolled the troll's club onto the ground and off of her shoulder, "Oh, oh my..." Tannis's hands were examined by her hazel eyes, then her right hand fetches the handle of her picnic basket.

Tannis's hand lifts the picnic basket and sets it down besides her, her slightly bloodied hands sifting through the basket's contents, the sound of bottles colliding into one another filling the air. Tannis's hand finally finds a bottle of whiskey, and the flap of the basket is closed by her free hand. Settling the bottle into the grass beside her, Tannis's hands lift up and untie her green bandanna. Tannis's speckled-white feline ears are free once more, as is her red hair, but it remains tied in a bun. Holding the bandanna in one hand, Tannis lifts the bottle of whiskey and pulls out the wooden cork with her teeth.

Turning and spitting the cork into the grass, Tannis pours a moderate amount of whiskey into the bandanna and then sets the bottle down, moving her hands to grasp the bandanna on each side of the green cloth. As the cloth was lowered towards the darkly colored femme's forehead, "This may or may not sting."

Not accustomed to head injuries, the witch was to numb to her senses. She wasn't aware of what struck her or the violet blood that stained her forehead. She let her body slacken and focused on breathing again. Why must the world spin so fast?

A warm palm makes contact with her skin and the witch stiffened. She did not move but let her eyes lift to meet the feline's. It worried the witch to see her own blood on another. It added to her stress levels but she was too disorientated to stand up yet. It would take a few more minutes to snap out of her daze. Head injuries were difficult to spring back from.

"Ah!" the witch yelped and smacked the stinging bandana at her forehead. The witch never heals without magic so the attempt to clean the wound smarted a little. The witch briefly glared at Tannis. What is going on around here? What hit her in the head anyway?

Bandit's face then transformed when her eyes settled on the bottle of whiskey in the grass. Her mouth waters and her eyes dilate. Whiskey is one of her favorite drinks. Greedily her hand snakes out and grabs the bottle. Throwing her head back she downs a shot worth of the strong drink and coughs. Bandit then sets the bottle back down and lets the feline resume cleaning her wound. It is an unnecessary task since heals rapidly but a kind gesture.

"We need to get inside that fortress. The creature that took my mirror must be found." She sighed.

Almost fully unaware of the happenings within the trio, he was calmly strolling along, enjoying a relaxing walk with his favorite creation, when...The lurch of sorcery hit him even where he was, far removed from the group. A powerful spike, for as short as it was, and...His hand came to his mouth, and he toppled. It was a good thing his feline partner was there to stop him from falling unconcious, or he may very well have fallen prey to whatever was still lurking around.

Stumbling back to his feet, he proceeded to clean up the mess that his lost lunch had made on the front of his cloak, before deciding it a lost cause and discarding the heavy cloth altogether. Lifting his bag back onto his shoulder, he started off again, using his companion for support. He made good time for someone with a still spasming stomach and pounding skull. When he did make it back to where Tannis was busy with treating the fallen witch, he was already grumbling before surveying the scene.

"I'unno what done happened o'er hea', bu' somebody be owin' me a new cloak. An' dinner. Ye's woul' thinks people'd be thinkin' 'bout wha' they's wa' doin' afore'..." He interrupted himself for a moment as his lurching stomach spasmed again, causing him to plant a hand on his companion's back and double over, dry heaving. He managed to stay on his feet, though. When he straightened again, he came within a few yards of the pair, one hand on his head.

"Oh...Well, I's wa' gonna go n' chews ya' out fer' blastin' off alla' tha' there high-level magics, bu' it be seemin' like somebody done wen' n' chewed ya' ou' fer' tha'n already, eh?" He chuckled. It wasn't a nervous chuckle, though he did sound as though he slightly regretted his initial outburst. If only because he was ranting to someone who was already injured. For all that he wasn't looking too good himself, the extent of his problems were aching in the head and stomach which, while severe, certainly didn't hold a candle to actual head wounds.

"Wait...Mirror? Ye' talkin' 'bout tha' mirror tha'...?" If the one he was thinking of was the one she was talking about...A low whistle came from between his pursed lips for a moment.

Tannis's hand wouldn't release the soaked cloth, but it was brushed aside. Her hazel gaze catches the glare, which was returned with a quirk of her curved lips, blooming into a tight-lipped smile. "Shh, shh." Clasping the cloth in the middle, Tannis dabs the darkly dressed femme's forehead. Twas' a gentle gesture, with a little force behind it.

Tannis's fair face looks over to the bottle, her eyes watching the bottle of liquor leave her side. "Perhaps we should stop for a picnic. Tis' not as if the soldiers have forgotten where we are, nor are they willing to venture out into the realm of beasts." Tannis's right hand picks up the bottle of whiskey, once it was returned to its spot, and pours more upon the bandanna, flushing the blood out of the cloth. Then the green cloth is taken in both hands, placed at either end. Tannis's hands lower the cloth around the darkly clothed femme, and her hands soon tieing the cloth at the back of the witch's head. Tannis's face moves towards the cloth, her nose breathing softly against the cloth, then higher, soft breaths being exhaled against the witch's bangs. "Mm. Now you smell nice. Certainly a ward against powerful creatures." Tannis's curved lips curl into a show of white teeth and a wide smile.

Tannis's sits straight up and her hazel gaze drifts over to the male, "You do not seem well. Digesting strange plants?" Tannis's speckled-white ears tilt at peculiar angles, her hazel eyes drifting back towards the whiskey-smelling femme, "A mirror? What would a creature want with a mirror?"

Deciding it was best to relax and let her energy return, Bandit allowed Tannis to continue to flush the blood and bacteria from her wounds. It stung of course but the sensation was not so prominent in her mind anymore. Pain is a sensation best ignored.

Here eyes then darted to the stumbling form of Vahn as he entered. As usual he was muttering in his thick accent and while she understood most of what he was saying it still sounded like a jumble of nonsense. She didn't glare at him or fuss because he already looked ill. Instead she stared at the ground.

"I own a very dangerous hand mirror that contains powerful dark magic. I can't let it remain in the wrong hands."

Hearing Tannis' suggestion for the explanation to his ill seeming features, he could made what could only be called a pouting face, with his cheeks puffed out and his eyebrows drawn in. With all that, however, he couldn't hold down a smile, so he appeared to be taking the subtle insult for a joke at the very worst. A joke at his expense, perhaps, but a joke was not a thing to be taken seriously in any case.

"Oi, oi! Wha'cha be takin' me fer'? I's may be reckless e'ery now n' again, or maybe e'en most o' tha' time...Bu' I's ain' weak n' tha' skull, I's have ya' be knowin'!" Disregarding his pounding skull for a moment, he even took the time to strike a pose, with one hand planted on his hip and the other held straight out, pointing to the sky with his index finger extended to point towards the heavens. He held the pose, as well.

Hearing Bandit's explanation as to what the mirror was only furthered his own assumptions that it was indeed the one he was thinking of. While it was entirely possible that he was wrong, it wasn't as though it particularly mattered to him. He was just along for the ride to have a bit of fun with people he was fond of, and perhaps recover a lost possession along the way. To be sure, knowing what it was they were recovering made him a bit more interested in getting it back, since the object in question wasn't entirely unrelated to himself as well. If indeed he was correct in his assumptions.

"An' so we's be off ta' retrieve tha' shiny, fer' tha' greater good o' tha'...Well, not tha' world, really. Kinda, maybe? Whateva'! We's off ta' get back tha' shinies!" He continued to hold that ridiculous pose. Even the mechanical feline currently lounging at his feet looked tired of its creator's shenanigans. A feline that was watching the witch rather closely, as though not entirely dissapointed that what it saw as its rival had gotten injured.

Tannis's mouth lets loose a breath that brushes a stray strand of red away from her sight, her hazel gaze drifting towards the darkly clothed femme. "Even the ripest fruits may be poisonous." Her hazel gaze drifts back towards the fella, "I would not blame you if you were to eat a few. Sometimes the tingling sensation can be worth the taste." Tannis's fair face nods to herself. Tannis's curved lips curl into a smile, observing the male's pose.

Tannis's attention is then centered upon the whiskey witch, "Did you catch sight of this thief. Is he really a beast, or is he a man?" Tannis's rump collides into the ground as she sits down, folding her arms over her propped up knees. The picnic basket wasn't too far away, and the whiskey bottle was moved to rest against it.

The witch closed her eyes for a few moments and let her wound start to heal. Natural and magical methods helped to close the wound and leave no trace of a scar. When the healing was complete, dizziness gone and strength returned Bandit shifted her gaze to her two companions.

"I was attacked by a spider-like beast much like the ones we have been fending off. However, this one had the true face of a man. The face was old and lifeless but I could tell it was human. I don't know why it want to steal from me but I have to retrieve it. Only I am not sure how to get inside."

She shifted so that her back rested against a tree. It was still dark out so another wave of monsters was sure to find them. Her grip on her hand dagger was tight and strong. No monster would get the best of her on this night.

He frowned, ever so slightly, and only for a moment. The sinking feeling that he wasn't believed came to him then, though it wasn't as though it were a feeling he was unfamiliar with. Instead, he opted to take a seat on the ground with one arm draped over his feline companion, and the other hand nursing his still pounding skull. It was a rather long story to explain his circumstances, so he supposed it fine to let the woman believe what she wanted. It was in that way that his mind turned to other things, like getting inside.

"Well, tha' ou'side o' tha' house don' be lookin' too special. I's coul' be picking tha' lock, 'er blowin' up tha' lock, 'er blowin' up tha' door, 'er blowin' up tha' wall next ta' tha' door, 'er...Well, ye's be seein' what I do be gettin' at, yea? Don'cha be knowin', gettin' inta places what people don' want me bein' in...Well, ye's coul' be callin' it one o' me specialties." He chuckled, then. Surely Bandit's experiences with him would've told her that much. He liked the puzzle that came with getting open a door, just to see what was on the other side. A simple headache certainly wasn't going to diminish that facet of his personality.

A female walked around in the forest rather loudly. She is wearing what looks like a white straitjacket with matching skin tight leggings. The straitjacket is not used to bind her though, the sleeves reach down to her waist as does her long blue hair which have long fallen from its ponytail. The female has a small gun in her belt which is strapped tightly around her waist.

She limped through the forest loudly and looked down at her ankle. It had a big purple bruise and looked swollen. She defiantly had broken it from climbing in that tree and accedently falling. She continued limping having to just bear the pain for now.

Tannis's speckled-white ears tilt at peculiar angles, a brief moment of searching the forest's dark depths. But then her hazel gaze settles upon her picnic basket. "Then it is a beast. With a strange face, at that." Tannis nods to herself, her hazel gaze soon drifting towards the male and his feline companion. Her curved lips curl into a smile, and her hand props up her head, "Carrying enough homemade toys to blow a hole in a thick, stone wall, isn't the safest way to travel. And the beasts of these woods aren't deaf, sir Vahn. We would be between what lies within those walls and what you would attract towards us. Now, I am certain that you could handle a small army by yourselves." Tannis's hazel eyes roll. "But I cannot say that that is the wisest of ideas." Tannis's lips curl into a tight-lipped smirk.

Somewhere, a few scrawny dogs had perked up their ears, listening to the sounds of an injured femme. They start barking to one another and a pack of them starts to form. They set to tailing the easily seen, brightly colored lady in the woods. Though it doesn't take them long to find her, they stay back for the most part, but always within a short sprint of the femme.

Tannis scratches at her cheek, her right hand grabbing the bottle of whiskey and opening her picnic basket with the other hand. Placing the bottle next to other bottles of similar nature, Tannis's hazel gaze drifts between the whiskey-witch and sir Vahn. "If someone were to pick the lock, I can scout the keep for this mysterious beast. Without being detected, I might add." Tannis's hazel eyes lift briefly at the male. "And if this beast were to attempt an escape out the entrance we make, it'll have a difficult time doing so."