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Post by Cora von Achava on Nov 11, 2015 3:09:22 GMT -6
Hmph. This is no place for a woman such as I. Cora gave a quick glance both left and right to inspect the parameters of the tavern. It wasn't completely run down, but it still had that musty smell of men wanting to drink away themselves, so they can be 'free' from their daily lives even if only for a mere few hours. The yeoman had no taste in men such as these, but she didn't come here to have a drink or try to forget her problems. No, Cora came to get some information out of a certain someone that was in this tavern at this very moment...
--A Couple of Hours Back--
Cora was in a carriage traveling to Lucerne in hopes of finding a new lead to discovering her father. Drake von Achava had gone into hiding for six years after Bern lost its last war against Ilia and Sacae. Cora was apart of that army, so that she could possibly get to Bern Castle and kill her father. However, he wasn't as stupid as she thought and he fled before the castle gates were broken down. He was a cunning man, but Cora was ready to prove that she was more so. However ... that wasn't going too well considering she has been following dead leads and such for six years. After getting some information out of her last lead with methods that Cora would rather keep secret, she discovered that an old friend/ comrade of Drake had been managing a tavern in Lucerne, thus why she was traveling there in the first place.
Cora had money, yes, but she more or less left it in her estate at the capitol of Bern. However, Cora wasn't just about ready to give up her life full of luxuries. She wasn't dumb or something. Cora wanted to live lavishly with all her little extra luxuries, thus she somewhat worked the system a little to get what she wanted. Cora liked to depend upon blackmail and seduction to get what she wanted. In the case of the carriage owner, she used a little blackmail. Before she tried anything, she got a little intel on the man by simply creating some small talk. What Cora found out was that the man was going to get engaged to some town girl that he loved. How lame. Therefore, Cora happened to be sitting with him at a table inside an inn as she continued to make small talk. The man got up to talk to some possible customers and thus Cora decided to go through his satchel that was still at the table to find this 'ring' that he was going to use for the engagement. After a little searching, Cora found it and placed the satchel back as she put the ring in her skirt pocket. She then asked to go outside and revealed to the man that she had his ring and that she would only give it back if he rode her to Lucerne. He saw her weapons and agreed to the terms. Little tricks like that are how Cora likes to work the system. Stealing isn't a crime is it? Not if you return the item back, of course. Well in Cora's eyes she believed that's how it worked.
It didn't take incredibly long to get to Lucerne. Just about a days travel in the carriage to get there. "Oh darling Mr. Carriage Man, thank you for the ride. I suppose you may have your beloved ring back. Tell your soon to be wife hello for me." Cora chuckled as she slowly put her hand to her mouth to slightly cover her laugh. She pivoted herself away from the carriage and strutted away with a stride that put one leg directly in front of the other. Her hips were in full swing to pull this off. It wasn't long until the sign, "The Golden Tavern," appeared above a door to a large rectangular building. Cora pushed her way through the door and stride in elegantly. She then put her arm under one elbow and lifted that hand up to her chin. Almost like a 90 degree angle. She then put out the question, "So men, where is this wondrous animal house owner and caretaker of yours at?" She sneered at the drunk and almost drunk men in the tavern. Most of them were either too drunk looking into space, staring at her breasts and trying to check her out, or just trying to figure out what she even said and what she meant by it. Cora sighed, "Men, such idiots."
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Post by Duma on Nov 15, 2015 9:28:44 GMT -6
Duma sighed softly. He was sitting down in a small corner of the bar to himself. He had been hired by the Taven over to act as a bouncer of sorts and a guard. But before he did that he did a bit of research. It seems that this little tavern had a small history of people disappearing. Now while this wasn't uncommon phenomenon among bars and taverns since people pass through all the time. Some folks manage to charm a few ladies into following them for a time. Others hire laborers or guards. What was uncommon was the frequencies of these disappearances and the subtle increase of wealth that the owner had been accumulating. Duma recognized these actions. He had seen it all before. This tavern was a smuggling ring for traffickers, illegal goods, or a secret brothel. Duma didn't exactly have any proof to back up his thoughts. And even if he did, the local authorities probably would probably do nothing about it. They would probably be paid to keep things quiet. For now the only thing the sword-master had to go on was his gut feelings and old experience of these sort of situations.
In the few days he had been hired, he had impressed the owner with his sword skills, managed to break up several fights, and boot out a few thieves looking to steal some coin from the back. This earned him some sort of trust with the owner. Duma looked up at the woman who just entered the tavern. It was clear to the swordsman that this woman was not from around here. Her attire, voice, attitude, and weaponry gave her away. She did not look like any of the local barmaids. Or any of the local prostitutes either. What Duma did know was that the owner was expecting a meeting with someone. Perhaps this woman is that someone.. he did say this was going to be their first meeting. And this woman is certainly dressed the part of someone with some wealth. Not too often a woman wears a fedora with a jewel on it.
"Owner runs the bar. He's the bald man with the long brown beard. Please, don't cause any trouble." He spoke out loud so that the woman could hear him.
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Post by Cora von Achava on Nov 15, 2015 23:10:59 GMT -6
She looked around the tavern once more. Where could that man be? As she passed by a few men and tables, she couldn't figure out where to go exactly. It was so crowded in the tavern at the moment. However, something captivated her attention. It was a peculiar mark on a man's face. It seemed to be a blue 'x' across his face. Hmph. That's quite interesting. A mark like that looks almost Sacaen like. He reminds of my time in Sacae with that tri- Cora stopped abruptly with her thoughts. It was long ago. The yeoman began to stride over to the peculiar man. He seemed to be in control of himself and definitely not under the influence of booze. She finally saw the bar, which was hidden behind what must of been a dozen of men and half a dozen waitresses. She begun to walk over to the bar as she pivoted from her position until she heard a voice behind her.
"Owner runs the bar. He's the bald man with the long brown beard. Please, don't cause any trouble."
Cora stopped for a second and then just moved her head to the right side to see the man in the corner. She could see him in the corner of her right eye. His hair was a bit different for Cora too, green and long. This man has unique written all over him.
"Why thank you sir -?" He must be a guard or something. Getting some intel before going in to talk to the owner could be crucial. She looked over and saw the man that was pointed out to her. He sure does have a long and messy beard. "I haven't happened to meet Mr. Jungle Beard yet. Is he a pleasant man? Possibly a good employer?" Cora asked with a soft tone. She hoped her light conversation could get this man to open up a bit. Cora never liked to go into situations blind. She always felt the need to be one step ahead of her competition...
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Post by Duma on Nov 16, 2015 7:32:42 GMT -6
Duma pulled back a little in his seat. It was a small attempt to get comfortable in the wooden chair. It also served for him to adjust his range of vision. He could now see the back end of the bar a bit better. He was half eveying the woman in leather and half eyeing a stranger in the back. Though others didn't see it, the stranger was slowly trying to make his way over to the door that lead to the backroom. Rooms that were prohibited to guests.
He turned his gaze at the woman a dressing him. While Duma did have his suspicions about this place and the owners shady dealings. The man himself was a good boss. He treated the women with some respect at least when they were out working with the guests. But he had seen violent sides to him that were common to most men. He was not going to say that out loud. Only a fool would bad mouth his employer while still employed under him.
"He's a decent boss. I've a roof over my head, a room with a warm bed, food, and drink whenever I need it. Not too much coin though.. but considering I've a place to stay as I work I do not mind it as much."
He tilted his head to see the man in the back. The stranger was now only a few paces away from the door and creeping closer. With a lock pick in his hand.
"Excuse me." He got up and gently shoved the woman with the fedora aside. He quickly grabbed his throwing knife and thew it towards the back. It caught the sneaky man by the hood of his cape.
"Yo, Franco! Got a rat." From the other end of the bar a larger, burlier man stepped forward. Duma wasn't the only bouncer on duty tonight. He grabbed the hooded man, who appeared to be a bit shocked at the whole situation. The larger man threw the failed thief out of the tavern. Duma walked forward and reclaimed his knife and placed the cloak up on a coat rack. Then returned causally to his seat.
"Sorry about that. It's been a busy night tonight."
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Post by Cora von Achava on Nov 17, 2015 0:07:44 GMT -6
To be honest, Cora felt like snoring through this man's statement about his boss. Nothing juicy to go off of. Maybe he was a good man, Cora could manipulate that a bit, but she still wanted more. However, Cora figured that this man wasn't much of a talker. She gave a slight "Hmph" as a response to his statement. Then what happened next put Cora a little on the edge. The green haired man suddenly got up and "politely" pushed her aside. Instinctively, Cora rebounded and went for sheathed silver sword right beneath her quiver. As the guard revealed some throwing knives, Cora began to draw her sword, but then he threw the knives not at her, but at a man across the bar. She only slightly unsheathed her sword, but put it back to remain unsuspicious herself like the man across the bar.
This tavern seems to hire some actually effective guards. I guess there is one more at the end of the bar. He is quite large, while this green haired guard seems to be quite skilled with his weapons. This I would assume would be a sword along with his knives. This may be a harder task than I assumed. Cora then nodded at the green haired man as he apologized and sat back down.
"Well it was a pleasure to get acquainted with you." Cora began to walk towards the bar and the owner. She passed by the other guard and gave him a quick glance. She then came up to the side of the bar and waited for the owner to come over. He then directed them to the backroom door and as they were about to enter Cora told the already loud crowd of men that the next round of drinks were on her. The men began to holler and get even louder, thus Cora's plan was going into action. She needed to make sure that in case events went awry with the owner that no one can hear them if she needed to get a bit... aggressive.
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Post by Duma on Nov 17, 2015 10:49:46 GMT -6
Duma gave a bit of a nod as the woman went on her way. She passed the man named Franco and approached the bar. Duma couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. They were too far for him to hear or read their lips. Whatever, it was they were going to talk about would be done in private. As the woman exclaimed to the patrons that drinks were on her, Duma gave a soft chuckle.
"Well.. so much for not causing trouble." He knew with free drinks the patrons would become more rowdy. Which would distract him from his main objective. Duma waved Franco over.
"Switch sides with me Franco. I don't quite trust that woman. I won't be able to hear the boss if he cries for help If I'm standing all the way over here." He explained. When Franco asked why didn't Duma trust him in dealing with the woman should things go wrong.
"That woman's got skill with those weapons Franco. You.. don't. If things go bad you'll end up with arrow to the head. You've a family to think about. I don't." The big brute mulled over his choices. Duma was right. While Franco's only skill in fighting was a beat down or bar brawl he knew he stood no chance to someone with skills in weaponry. Duma could see the cogs turning in his head, then Franco nodded.
"Of course there's always the possibility she's not dangerous. And maybe one of those exotic consort I've been hearing about. But I'd rather be safe then sorry." The big man nodded again and let Duma take his place in the back. Duma knocked 3 times signaling to the boss that he and Franco changed places. So he would know whom to call out should things go bad.
Now let's see how things will play out.
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Post by Cora von Achava on Nov 18, 2015 23:06:16 GMT -6
The bearded man led her into the somewhat quiet backroom. It was a simple room with space and plenty of crates with who knows what inside of them. The man then sat down at a chair next to a neat, chestnut wooden table. Her plan of creating a noisy environment worked as a fail-safe. Now it was a matter of having a bit of fun.
"So it seems that I have the pleasure of dealing with quite the wealthy woman. You said you were here for a trade of jewels was it not er- Lady Teresa?" Cora chuckled as she was still standing. She happened to creak a smile for the man as she put down her bow next to the table along with her quiver. However, she kept her sword sheathed on her back right where he quiver was. He took notice of the weapons and fidgeted slightly. She then sat on the table looming over him.
"Seems like you're quite the trusting man with you're buyers, Mr. Undari. I would have had guards in the very room that I was making a shady transaction in, she inspected her right hand's nails as she continued to speak as she leaned on the table with her left hand. "Now about the jewels. I would love some pretty gemstones, but you see I'm not really here for that," she held her hand out as to finish making sure her nails looked pristine, "What a shame, I got some grunge in my nails. Well any who, I'll make this quick. My name isn't Teresa or whatever stupid name that is. Rather my name is Cora. She paused as she tilted her head to the man, "Cora von Achava." Cora saw fear and shock surge through the man's face. He clearly was not expecting to see her.
"No, you can't be her! She is dead according to Drake. However, you are wearing that fedora. I've seen it before with your father." Cora rolled her eyes at the man's statement.
"Well clearly I'm not dead. As for the fedora, yes, it is the fedora that my father Drake took from me after he killed my ill mother. That is the fedora you are referring to. Now lets get down to business. Before you keep asking stupid questions and what not, I just want to know something simple. Where is my father hiding?" Now before you respond with 'I don't know I swear' or 'I have no idea what you're talking about,' I want to warn you that those nonsense answers can end with certain consequences." She looked straight at the man and gave him a challenging look.
"Well I know nothing of where your father is. He is a man that can hide himself without my assistance. Now it's time to end these shenanigans, Du-!" Before he could finish Cora jumped at the word shenanigans and rolled off the desk next to the man's right side. She then quickly unsheathed her silver sword from her backside and as she landed on the ground with a 'click' from her heels. She lifted the sword up to Mr. Undari's neck with a backhand grasp upon her sword's hilt.
"Ah, ah ,ah. What did I tell you? Seems like you aren't that smart as I thought. Shameful, I thought this would be in-an-out."
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Post by Duma on Nov 19, 2015 8:23:42 GMT -6
Duma kept glancing to the bar and out towards the crowd. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. But the swordsman still had a slight sinking feeling in the pit of his gut. Fortunately, there were people listening in on the conversation. The bar had a small back end to it. A shoddy little aclove that were lined with shelves. That's where the bar kept the good liquors. The walls were full of little holes one could see through. Some offered a peek into the back room. When one of the noisier girls went to take a look the boss was already in a spot of trouble.
Duma was given a signal to go. The swordsman got up quickly. He gave a hand signal to Franco to stay put in this room. The swordsman drew his weapon. Duma opened the door and quietly went into the back. He was light with his steps. And made very little noise.
He hid himself behind a crate. He studied the shadows on the wall to get a sense of distance and what position they were in. Boss has a sword towards his neck. Ah.. I see. Extortion. How lovely. Part of him wanted to see how. the rest of this played out. But he knew if he wanted any sort of information regarding any of the various illegal activities the inn might be operating under he needed his Undari alive.
He drew the throwing knife, he waited for the right moment. Then he thew it out towards the woman's head. His aim was off on purpose, he wasn't exactly fond of killing women. This was not a situation where he had to. Hopefully, it would be enough of a distraction for her to release the man from her grip. Then he jumped out of the shadows to meet her head on.
"I thought I asked politely for no trouble, ma'am." He kept his gaze fixed on her.
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Post by Cora von Achava on Nov 19, 2015 21:39:02 GMT -6
"I thought I asked politely for no trouble, ma'am."
Ugh, why did he have to come? Cora looked up once the knife darted right by her head. This man seems to be quite capable of using weapons such as swords and knives. Cora was glad to have finally met someone with adequate skills in the sword. She would like to duel this man sometime, but not necessarily right now. All Cora wanted to do right now was get some answers from Undari about her father's current location. She needed to find Drake. She needed to end him once and for all.
"I'm sorry, but I just need one simple answer. You can have your employer after that. Maybe we can even have some chit chat too afterwards." Cora gave a wry smile to the man. She didn't want to harm him because he seemed to have a Sacaen-like code. A code of honor and kindness. She respected men and women with such codes. However, she knew he would most likely fight her to help his employer. Money is powerful in this world, it can drive people to commit actions that are so far left from who they are.
"Stop listening to this girl! You work for me! Get this woman and her sword away from me now Duma! The man began to shout and get loud. Cora decided it was time to stop being so idle. She quickly brought down her sword and slightly plunged it in Undari's right thigh. She quickly lifted her sword back up to where she was holding it before.
"Where is my father Undari? My patience is beginning to drain rather quickly," Cora looked away from Undari and back to who Undari called 'Duma.' "Sorry that you had to see that little display. This should be done rather shortly." Blood began to ooze further out of Undari's wound and down his leg. "Well, well, seems like time is wasting. You know what I want to know. Tick tock Mr. Undari, tick tock."
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Sashay
Pupil
Posts: 17
Profession: Shaman in training
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Sebby
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Post by Sashay on Nov 19, 2015 23:23:19 GMT -6
Sashay was exhausted, after a long walk from the planes he really needed some time to just relax and collect himself. Conveniently enough, he eventually stumbled upon a tavern as he walked out of the forest. "Oh thank goodness!" he yelled before jogging towards the tavern halfheartedly. Upon reaching the door he opened it immediately before heading straight for the bar. After finally sitting down with a sigh he said to the barkeep "Some mead please, it's been a long walk." the barkeeper nodded and started filling up a small tankard.
Sashay opened up his pouch and started picking out some gold to cover the cost of the drink. He took a sip and quickly relaxed himself when out of nowhere he heard "Well, well, seems like time is wasting. You know what I want to know. Tick tock Mr. Undari, tick tock." his eyes widened before he looked towards the source of the noise with an irritated look on his face "I just wanted a drink..." he grumbled before before opening his flux tome. He focused and collected the darkness in his outstretched hand, aiming it at the source of the commotion. "Is that just too much to ask for?!" he yelled before shooting the ball of darkness at the group of people in the back room.
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Post by Duma on Nov 20, 2015 16:22:17 GMT -6
Duma glanced down at the sword he managed to pull. Oh good. I did draw the brave sword. The brave sword was made of an unusually light alloy that allowed for quick successive hits. But it wasn’t as strong as the other blades. In order for it to be truly powerful one had to get it custom made from an armory. Duma did not have that luxury. He made a quick flick of his wrist so the blade end faced towards him and the blunter edge faced outwards. The blunter edge wouldn’t his boss if a duel between blades were to happen. While Undari struggled with the woman, demanding that Duma do something in order to help him. Room is too cramped for me to run around and attack from the sides
“Tell her what she wants to know Sir. I.. can’t risk an attack with you being her meat shield.” Duma spoke with a bit of annoyance in his voice. I don't care if it's a truth or a lie just say something so she will react.. give me an opening. He knew he couldn't touch the woman. Not in this current state. And Duma didn't have much of a guarantee she would leave Undari alive. But he did know the woman meant business when she jabbed a hole into Ulari’s leg. Damn it woman! I can't get dirt on him if you kill him! He needed a distraction.
As if the gods heard of his troubles a distraction did happen. From the doorway to the back room a bang of sorts. While Duma couldn't see what it was, he could only assume something had hit the door. Something with force. Well whatever it was it was just what the swordsman needed. He took advantage of the noise and ran towards the maiden and his boss. He swung his sword arm towards the woman's arm to try and disarm her. She would have to let go off Undari if she didn't want to get hit. He would then shove his boss out of harm's way.
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Post by Cora von Achava on Nov 22, 2015 11:49:35 GMT -6
Why couldn't this have just gone smoothly? Cora had her sword maintained at Mr. Undari's throat, but it seemed that this Duma wasn't lacking of common sense like his employer. He actually asked his employer to give up the information she was seeking. However, he did draw a sword and also mention attacking her, but not being able to since Undari was her 'meat shield.' Cora was at a stand still at this moment, but of course something else just had to happen. To be honest, Cora was't sure what it was, but sudden noises erupted by the entrance to the back room door. Cora instinctively glanced at the noise as it was quite annoying and she wanted to determine whether it was a new threat or not. However, she lost her edge in doing so.
As Cora turned back to Duma he was charging at her and quickly had his sword coming straight at Cora's arm. She had no option, but to side step the attack and get pushed further back into the room. To her dismay, Cora still had her bow and quiver on the other side of the table, thus her sword was all she had to use for the moment. She then repositioned herself as she held her arm diagonally towards the ground, with her sword being in her right arm. She had her left hand hand on her hip.
"Well this is a shame. I didn't want to harm you since you seemed to be an honorable man from Sacae. I was apart of a Sacaen tribe for one section of my life, therefore I know of the Sacaen virtues and how most Sacaens hold good hearts. All I want is an answer from Undari. Will you permit me to gain that answer Duma?" She had a feeling that he would side with his employer. Money talks in place of the actual person in most cases. She didn't want to attack first because she knew Duma was very skilled. He had a good handle on his brave sword and he knew how to handle knives. Not all men can do that. Before Duma could answer, Undari spoke.
"Don't listen to her Duma. I need you to kill this wench! She will ruin you and all the people you love, no matter what happens now. She won't stop till she kills all of your family." Cora rolled her eyes at these false statements. She wouldn't harm women and children. Not unless it must be done. Cora believed it was against her ethics to do so. These ethics were what she learned when she was in her Sacaen tribe. Anyways, Undari clearly could feel the wound getting worse. Blood continued to grow in the pool around his leg. A despicable man like this would lie and do anything to save himself. Cora was sure now that she would have to fight.
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Post by Duma on Nov 23, 2015 23:21:07 GMT -6
The woman backed further into the back room. Duma took a moment to analyze the situation. His boss was currently standing in a slowly growing pool of his own blood. There was a bit of a scowl on his face. He would like to have at least talked to this woman in private. Perhaps they could have worked out some sort of deal and exchange of information. It wasn't exactly every day he ran into another person who wanted to extort information from the same person. He also wanted to learn a bit more about her, a person skilled with both swords, and bows meant that she had trained in Sacae. But he couldn't exactly say all that with Undari present.
"Well this is a shame. I didn't want to harm you since you seemed to be an honorable man from Sacae. I was apart of a Sacaen tribe for one section of my life, therefore I know of the Sacaen virtues and how most Sacaens hold good hearts. All I want is an answer from Undari. Will you permit me to gain that answer Duma?"
Well I'd let you have your answer if you didn't poke my employer with your blade. He raised his sword up in a defensive position. And pushed himself closer towards the woman in order to put more distance between her and Undari. But before he could open his mouth to speak Undari spoke for him. He wanted this woman dead. But Duma was close enough to see her roll her eyes. Duma knew Undari was lying.
"Sir.. Go upstairs! Get your leg healed! She could have cut an artery.. you might be bleeding out!" He spoke with a tint of annoyance in his voice. But he did not break his focus with the lady in the fedora. He tried to take advantage of Undari's panic. If she did cut an artery you'd probably be dead already.
"Just.. leave her to me." He spoke that last bit in a neutral tone.
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Sashay
Pupil
Posts: 17
Profession: Shaman in training
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Sebby
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Post by Sashay on Nov 25, 2015 5:29:26 GMT -6
While finishing his drink, Sashay's curiosity had finally gotten the better of him. After paying for his drink he walked towards the door that he damaged earlier, and gently nudged it open so that he could see. He saw, what looked to be, a standoff with a mercenary, and a woman who held a man at knife point. Needless to say it looked like things were only getting worse, and since that was the case, Sashay had started to wonder how he could defuse this situation. The first idea that popped into his head was to start a bar brawl to distract them, though he decided to save that plan to elaborate further should he decide to use it as a last resort.
Another idea was to simply barge into the room and blast flux everywhere, but of course that would hardly do anything aside from having a bunch of blades at his throat, and he'd rather not have that. It was obvious that the metaphorical clock was ticking, he had to come up with something fast. Eventually something had dawned on him; the hostage that was being held by the woman was wounded, and obviously on edge. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage, maybe cause a loud noise to startle him, and should it work he might just squirm around enough to break free, or at the very least do something other than stand there. Sashay had made his choice, and with that he silently changed his spell before a pool of dark energy massed around the table behind the woman and hostage before collapsing on itself and snapping the table in two, filling the establishment with a loud crack.
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Post by Cora von Achava on Nov 26, 2015 0:07:52 GMT -6
"Just.. leave her to me."
Cora had to watch Undari get upstairs still bleeding, but he was escaping. Cora couldn't allow that. However, Cora wasn't sure about this Duma. He seemed genuine and willing to comply to Cora's wish, but also seemed like he was against Cora and wanted to comply to his employer's wish. The yeoman, to be honest, felt a little attraction toward the swordsman. With a guess, Cora assumed that he was a stable man with a code, somewhat similar to Cora. Ever since she helped Ilia/ Sacae defeat Bern in Bern's War of Aggression, Cora had no interest in making 'relationships' with people. Cora decided now wasn't the time to start, right?
"You know I still need that information out of him right?" Cora still had her sword pointed down. She didn't want to give a hostile vibe, but yet she wanted to look serious enough to be intimidating. However, Cora didn't really think that she looked very intimidating to Duma. Cora was trying to think of a way out of this situation when all of a sudden a black force came out of no where and broke the table. Cora took advantage of this moment and rolled towards the broken table and picked up her killer bow and an arrow from her quiver. However, she didn't point it at Duma. She instead aimed her arrow at the door and shot it. The arrow had enough force to open the door a bit more and revealed what looked like a boy dressed in black. Cora quickly grasped another arrow and notched it in her bow. This time she aimed it straight at the boy. She didn't want to hurt a child, but this was the second time some dark force has attacked the room.
"Duma, seems like we have a new issue. We can get back to having fun after we take care of this misplaced lamb," said Cora as she didn't take her aim off of the boy. Cora was taking a risk in letting herself be exposed to Duma's sword. He could kill her easily now. However, the yeoman didn't really believe he would do so and she decided to slightly test him.
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