I'm so going to regret it but...she looks so lonely, I can't leave her like this...
"Come, hop on." Mirais says to her as she picks her up. "By the way, I'm Mirais. What's your name?"
"Frekhi." He replies, starting to feel a little uncomfortable as he is eyed like a piece of meat. He cautiously watches as Bebaushie walks up to him. He runs his fingers through his short dark hair and sweat begins to form upon his dark skin. You notice that his armor is nothing more than leathers reinforced with some metal studs. He carries little more than a set of tools on his belt. "Any idea how you got here?"
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This "Creator"...making someone, not even giving her a name, and leaving her alone like this. He's probably the one to have brought me here, too. It's people like that that make you lose faith in humanity: how I want to rip his throat out with my bare teeth-
"Of course I want to be your friend!" the tiefling says to Rose, smiling.
-now...now's not the time to think about revenge. I have to find out more about this place. I...we may not be the only ones here.
"Do you still want to teach me that song? We can play it, and then go around to see if there's someone else here: that way, the more we are, the less lonely we will feel!" she adds cheerfully, trying to convince Rose as much as herself.
If only it was so easy...
I do not mean to hurt you, you do not need to be afraid of me. You have not done anything to me. I do not know how I got here. I was traveling from the last town, it was boring and stale, no more fun to be had there. I slept alone at an inn and then dressed. Last I remember I was eating breakfast. Then I woke up here, alone. I don't like being alone.
She remains where she is waiting for his reply, clearly unaware of his personal boundaries.
Don't run, don't run, don't run I will attack attack attack attack, nononononononono, mother would have me attack wait wait wait wait he is not less than me not below nonononono. There is more than stronger and weaker now, more more more. You don't need to own him or kill him, he can be equal eqaul eqauleqaul. He is a HE IS BELOW YOU BELOW YOuR STRENGTH A LESSER BEING!!! Use him and discard him, use and kill use and kill use and kill. NONONONONONO, . I will treat him nice, I will be a good girl
Big smiles!
The little dolls flaming red hair and gnome like features turned from melancholy to happy. "I like Rose! It is nice. Flowers are pretty! Thank you! And I'd be happy to teach you the song." She ushers for you to sit or lean over the piano and slowly teaches you the song. Once she has taught you the keys, she agrees to accompany you to search for other lonely souls.
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"Is this a trap? This may be a trap. Play it cool and maybe you'll make it out alive. Is it wrong that this chick is scarier than any assassin I've met? Nope. Totally reasonable."
"Alright. Well you're not alone anymore. We're both here. Maybe we can figure a way out."
Standing still for a moment, the qlippoth-spawn tries to hear any unusual sounds coming from the other rooms. "Any ideas where we could search, Rose?" she asks to her new companion, as she listens to the empty halls.
Rose smiled. "Ive never been up this high!" Giggling, she looks around. "I know that there are safe places. And I think I heard some movement and speech over there." She points towards the right end of the hallway.
Come to think of it, you hear the talking, too. Last door on the left if you turn right from where you are.
A female figure opens the door. She has clothing covering most of her body and a beautiful, red headed, gnomish doll made of porcelin sits on her shoulder.
The newcomer seems a bit strange, maybe even a bit sinister. The doll is the only redeeming feature.
Hello. Can I help you? asks Regin. He quickly scribbles down some odd symbols in his book. He was always writing and flipping pages, navigating by the various ways the pages felt.
I can't trust anyone at first sight...particularly in a situation like this.
"Are you two residents of this place?" the qlippoth-spawn continues, eying warily the half-elf and what looked like a dwarf.
"I am Mirais, and she's Rose." she points, after the two man have introduced themselves, to the doll sitting on her shoulder.
Not running, good, yes, not alone, don't know him, no weapons, not really scary...kinda cute for a boy...I hope he can help me out of here. What does he do? Not a warrior...could be a pretty boy toy, can he cook...no weapons, pitiful armor...tricksy boy?
What are you, a tricksy boy? You don't have any weapons and I've worn heavier stuff to bed that your armor. Are you a pretty boy? Do you belong to to someone else?
Still doesn't move away as she speaks, her long tail moves to and fro as she talks, poking his armor, moving some hair from his face so she can see it better, curling around each limb as she grasps it to test its muscles.
Not strong, not a warrior, weaker, weak little boy, weak child, little boy, not strong, lesser, lesser, boy boy boy, male servant, servant, below, slave object, property, take him, he can't stop us, he is less, make him bow to you...NO, Not mine, not a thing, a person, not a servant.
"I have a few tricks. I don't need weapons." Frekhi responds holding up a wicked claw. "And I don't have any money for decent armor. As far as I know I don't belong to anyone."
"Be very careful here. You might turn into a cliche'. You know, the one where the young couple are making out and then Gank! Both machete'd by some dude in a mask. That is if she isn't the one with the machete. Quick check, just don't let her see you do it." He looks Bebaushie over very quickly hoping she doesn't notice.
Well, I have those as well. Now, you're mine. Please, get me out of here. Please?
Her tali wraps around his waist and gives it a powerful squeeze at the last remark before she turns around to the room.
What do you need to get me out of here, Frekhi?
How does he know? He looks suspect, and I should gut him only because he said that-
"Don't. Use. That word. Again." the tiefling hisses at Quentin, baring her sharp fangs, her words seeping with hatred and malice. For a second, you could swear that a gleaming red eye crawled up on the skin of the tiefling's neck from under her armor, before disappearing as the qlippoth-spawn put her hand on it.
-no, no, don't think like that. Focus on Shelyn's teachings, Mirais. Focus!
The woman closes her eyes and grips the holy symbol on her chest.
He may just be knowledgeable about the subject. They have been put her by this 'Creator', too, probably, and he picked us. No wonder he knows what I am, in that case.
"Sorry. I woke up here just minutes ago, and I suppose that is the same for you two." she starts, her anger slowly dissipating. "I only searched two rooms for now: the one I woke up in, and the one where I met Rose. There were some old clothes in the room I found myself in, three centuries old judging by the sewing techniques and fashion. There was Rose in the other, and she told me that this 'Creator' guy made her about a week ago and then left: there are some safe places here too, it seems." the tiefling explains, relaxing the grip on her weapon.
Rose teeters a little when Mirais cracks her tail on the ground. She lets out a small squeek before regaining her balance. "Careful. Im made of breakable goods. Creator said that no one could break me but him..." She whispers to you, her voice still quavering a bit from being close to death.
To the others, she waves and smiles. "You know, Im basically motherless, too. I was created. But I dont think I like that term much either... Anyway, I know a bit about this place. I know safe rooms and dangerous rooms.'
And where is here, little construct? Regin asks with a, pinch of skepticism
"Speaking of here, did you find out something about this place?" the tiefling asks to the two men. "And...dangerous rooms?" she adds, realizing what the doll just said.
This is a library of sorts. A personal collection mainly dealing with evil things and the purging of the same.
And yes. I think you need to explain yourself, little doll.
Rose frowned. "The first people I meet and you are being rude. I have no problem telling you what I know, but its only stuff I over heard my Creator either talking about or doing."
She folded her tine porcelin arms. "This is not a safe room. This house is not safe. I don't know much about it, Ive only been alive for a week, but I do know there are safe places."
"Wait what? " "Trap initiated. You're doomed."
"I have no idea how to get you out of here. But I'll try."
Damnit, it always ends up like this when I don't think before I talk. Now I'm made Rose angry...
"I didn't mean to be rude to you, Rose. Sorry." the tiefling says as she turns her head to the doll. "And I bet it's the same for these two, too. We're just a little nervous to have ended up here without knowing how." Mirais continues with a smile.
"What do you say about that we search around and try to find out what's going on?" she then asks gently to both Rose and the other two.
Better than sitting here. Regin admits. Lets go.
I am a warrior.
I KILL STUFF AND HURT PEOPLE...that's what I can do.
I really can't do much else, tricksy boy, mother never taught me much else.
Well, other than the other thing I'm good at.
PLEASE, tell me what you need to get me out of here.
If you can, I promise to show the other thing I'm good with until you get bored with me!
I really don't know how to do much else.
You can laugh at me, everyone does. Stupid, simple Bebaushie!
Just..tell me what to do, where do I start, what can I do?
No he is yours, you tell him what to do! Make him or break him! Nonononononononono, he his mine, but not like that, the shining men called it...ally? not enemy...I'm so confused, why did mother die, she would know what to do...nonononono she's gone, we can make our own way! BUT I WAS BETTER WITH HERE IN COMMAND I WASN'T CONFUSED AND I WAS ONLY SCARED OF HER! I can make my own way my way my way my way, today so I say, I say my way today
"Um, sure thing. Well we need to find out where we are. Then find out who put us here. And if we have time, the why would be nice. I wouldn't dare laugh at you." "Not if I wanted to keep my junk attached to my body anyhow. Though she seems to be throwing herself at me. Yea it's a trap. It's gotta be."
The doll smiles. "Of course I can! I'll show you one of them. Its downstairs." She points to the left of the room, indicating the stairs at the end of the hall.
As you all near the stairs, everyone but Quentin suddenly has a gash in their thighs. You only notice it because your warm blood seeping from the wound.
Turning abruptly, Bebaushie looks the room over more carefully, well with as much care and attention as she is able to muster!
Couch
Desk
Stopping after she looks around, several thoughts catch up with her.
I said that wrong didn't I, you belonging to me? I don't own you, you're not...not my thing..property..slave..I'm not sure what word to use for you? They mean mostly the same thing in Abyssal, I don't have much practice with this soft? meat? tasty? Ah! human speech.
Why wouldn't you laugh at me?
"Yea." Frekhi points back in that direction. "We can go with friend for now. The better question is why would I?"
They shot us from a distance? No it was probably a spell, or an invisible enemy. Why would they slash our thighs though?
Eyes darting left and right, the tiefling tries to pinpoint the origin of the attack, thinking in the meantime of what to do.
What to do, what to do...stay here and try to attack back? I don't even know if those two can fight...maybe I could use them as bait to esc- no, don't even think about it!
"Let's try to get to the safe room! I'll lead the way!" the qlippoth-spawn shouts shortly after, waiting for Quentin and the dwarf to follow.
Running down the stairs, she holds the glaive with only one hand and uses the other to help Rose keep her balance "Don't worry, I got you!"
Regin sees Mirais struggling and speaks up, Here! Give me that doll. You keep both hands on your haft!
Off in the distance, you here a loud bang. It seemed to come from farther back in the house.
Rose pouts but allows herself to be handed off to the strange, grumpy old man. "My name is Rose. I just got it, will you please call me Rose?" She says it politely enough, but there is a definite annoyance to her tone.
"We need to get down the stairs! This corridor doesnt seem safe. I dont want to fall and break! Lets go!"
Let's hope he's trustworthy...
With her hands now free, Mirais wields her weapon and starts going down the stairs, moving in the direction Rose points them to go.
A deep rumble escapes her lips as she regains her composure.
What was that? Should we check it out...Friend??? Frekhi?? I like that word! Friend..fr..iend friend friend friend! It tastes and sounds different! It's different to say! It's..it's like the first time I saw the sun, kinda bright, hard to look at, but Nice! Why would you call me friend or why would you laugh at me?
Regin puts one hand across the doll's legs and runs, well hobbles, right after Mirais to keep her in ear shot. Sorry, Rose. Call me cranky, but I just got slashed from some invisible something and now I'm running down a corridor. Call it a stressful day.
Quentin takes a quick glance at his companions' wounds and gives a knowing nod. "Judging by the angle of your wounds, our unseen assailants are most likely Invisible Stalkers. Rose, where's that safe room? I can patch you up once we're safe." He follows behind the others.
"Yea, we should check it out. Carefully though. Well if you aren't trying to kill me, I could consider you a friend. Like I said I wouldn't laugh at you unless you wanted me to or something."
Rose nodded, accepting Regin's apology. "I guess now isnt the time to be arguing. We need to work together. I believe it is down the stairs to the right. The Kitchen is safe... I think. I know the room names and the general location." She grinned sheepishly. "Maybe I dont know exactly where they are, but Im pretty sure!" Right after that, you hear a boom in the lower floor. "Eep!! What was that?!" Rose's face clouded over with concern.
As you step out of the room, you see a large hall. On the south end of the room, there are two doors. On the North there are stairs, presumingly heading up to the second floor.
Frekhi will check out the southern doors.
Frekhi shakes his head, feeling dumb for checking the door that he just came out of. He turns around to see a mass of clothes. "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" Mirais asks as she tighten the grip on her glaive, pointing it in the direction of the man, waiting for the others to descend the stairs. Her eyes darts from the man, back to the stairs, then to the right, then back at the man.
If he's hostile, at least I can see him: it will be much easier to dispatch him than an invisible ankle nibbler. We have to get to the safe room as soon as possible...