With a wicked grin Elwraein will gesture Garroth over. She will embrace him lustfully and grope and grab him with a passionate and deep kiss. Telepathically she will send him a message. That punk kid Melifan and that coward Zindelo want to keep you away from me; my pet. The dwarf does not trust you.
Garroth growled with annoyance at the thought, but didn't lose his temper, instead reciprocating her attention. As he did he answered her thoughts in a low voice "Mmmh, forget them, I got you now, aint no keeping me away." He stopped briefly to glare in their direction, seemingly to make sure they were sneaking up on him "As for Hegin, his trust isn't what I need."
Continuing the embrace, Melifan insulted me, Garroth. They laugh at you for being poor and a half-breed
Tearing Elrawien away and holding her by her shoulders at arms length, Garroth looked at her with a sneer "He what now!?" He looked in the direction of Melifan, still stood talking to a pedestrian in his attempts to find clues.
"Oi! Mel! Get over here and explain yourself!!" he hollered, his anger readily apparent.
In the middle of his conversation, Melifan's ears perk at the sound of his name. Entrusting Zindelo and (to his ultimate dismay and ruin) Hegin to continue the sweep to collect information, he excuses himself and moves toward Garroth. As he moves close his steps slow. He knows that look. It takes a moment though for him to notice Garroth and Elrawien holding one another. Nothing good could come of this situation. Preparing himself for the worst, he stands before them with a quizzical and wary expression. Unfortunately, Melifan was not excluded from the agitative effects of the area, tainting his thoughts of caution with a dash of anger and touch of violence.
Whats all this about Garroth? You were always the one that scalded ME for interrupting someone while they are having a conversation. Now you are yelling across the plaza?! Couldn't it wait?
Garroth sucked in air through his nose, filling his lungs and causing him to swell noticeably in size. With quivering hands he pushed Elrawien behind himself, stepping up to Melifan, their noses mere inches from each other. "We will see if you stand worthy of my apology on interruptin' you Mel, and no it bloody well cant wait. Elra told me you've been flappin' your gums about her...about me!" he poked himself in the chest with his thumb for emphasis. "I cant rightly say I remember why I even like you! Now, YOU..." he clenched his fist, extend his index finger and poking Melifan square in the chest "...YOU, are gonna apologize to Elra, and maybe Ill say sorry for interruptin' you!" Garroth looked about ready to burst, chest heaving with every exaggerated inhalation, his rising blood pressure visible in the changing color of his face.
Amira looks up at the commotion, her expression darkening in annoyance.
"Will you two idiots quit the pointless %@!#% measuring and focus!?!?"she growls at the bickering men.
Her eyes narrowing she looks at Elrawein. "He let you cast a spell on him and now you're %$@#ing with him for your own amusement? Cut. IT. OUT!"
I think that it is the magic of this place,Amira. I want Garroth to hit someone. Perhaps he should focus his attentions on you?
Melifan glares up at Garroth as they are eye to eye. Well, more like eye to neck as Melifan is quite a bit shorter than most. Despite this, he does not budge an inch as his face turns red.
Apologize? APOLOGIZE?! She needs to stop spreading lies and you need to get your damn head straight you fuzzy eyed idiot. When have you ever... EVER... known me to spread words of others behind their back when I could well say it straight to their face. How DARE you accuse me of slander. I will be DAMNED if I apologize to that harpy for falsities I have not committed. And for YOU of all people to...
Amira:"Will you two idiots quit the poinless %@!#% measuring and focus!?!?"
Amira:"He let you cast a spell on him and now you're %$@#ing with him for your own amusement? Cut. IT. OUT!"Elrawien:"I think that it is the magic of this place,Amira. I want Garroth to hit someone. Perhaps he should focus his attentions on you?"
Melifan growls as he finally backs down, taking a few steps back, seething at the accusations. He heeds Amira's words and wants to yell "HE STARTED IT" but refrains as he could hear the childishness in such a proclamation ringing in his mind. Angry and insulted, he merely spins on his heels and begins his way back toward Zindelo and Hegin, before realizing he had lost track of them.
With a laugh of contempt, A harpy am I? It appears the dung has been cleaned off, purified in a refiner's fire, so to say. The boy of clay is becoming a man I can fashion, but why would I waste my time when I have such a wonderful specimen right here, and indeed, there is no appearance of Nethys on him she states as she begins to massage the half orc's shoulders.
Zindelo turns to the terrible scene developing. Both horror and anger rip through him as they start to turn on each other but he fights the anger suspecting that it's the influence. Still as he approaches his feet are stomping and he speaks with a lower voice flat with suppressed anger.
"Stop it now, all of you! Elrawien, break the spell. You are letting this dark power control you, why would you, a master of manipulation let yourself be so used? Focus your attention on what is doing this to everyone. I doubt, whatever it is, will share whatever it reaps with you."
The spell cannot be broken, Zindelo. Perhaps you are just jealous that no one gives you any attention and that you are little more than a call boy for your aunt? she says as she draws her rapier.
Hearing a weapon drawn, both his weapon training and the volatile situation move Melifan into action. With a high pitched song, his elegant runed sword flies out of its scabbard and its tip pointing at Elrawien.
Put it away witch before I carve into your face so fast that even your beloved Calistra wouldn't recognize you. You dare draw on Zin?! GARROTH! Are you seeing this? Are you even paying attention? Or has all the blood drained from one head and taken residence into the other?!
His sword remains trained on Elrawien until the moment she puts away her weapon.
Looking at the little man in front of her, You foolish scab, I am drawing my rapier so that I can cast a spell to see if I can dispel this aggression, fool
Hegin watches as this unfolds laughing as the others start tearing into each other. If blood is draw he will weigh in, until then he tries to look as though he doesn't know them.
Garroth had simply kept staring at Melifan, weighing the truth of the mans words against his own desire to pummel him then and there "He wouldn't say such things, not about me...but Elra..." He had just about decided on a retort when Zindelo intervened and Melifan decided to let the matter drop. Having no desire deep down to fight Melifan, but the one imposed on him by the influence, Garroth managed to fight the urge to headbutt the small man in the back of his skull. Moments later the anger had all but dissipated. Then weapons were drawn. Managing only a brief questioning look on his face as Elrawien drew her weapon, he quickly mirrored Melifans reaction as he heard the man draw steel behind him. Spinning around in a similar fashion, his blade in hand, he gave Melifan a dairy curdling stare. "Oh im paying plenty attention little man, but in my profession I only react to things that are worthy of my attention. And with what you just said...what you did, you've just earned it! You wanna go!?"
With a suprising moment of clarity, Elwraien sheathes her blade. Garroth, sheath your weapon. Friends do not fight friends, or acquitances do not not. It is uncivilized. Come Garroth, let us make love and not war, especially with one who is not your match. The magic of this place is boosting and amplyfing emotions, that much we can see.
Zindelo fighting the angry influence finds himself in a rare state of speechlessness. As events move to a lessening of tension, he masters himself enough to say, "Well it doesn't surprise me that your wizard's staff has a might sting to it. Still it's best if we fight this dark influence." Zindelo looks thoughtful for a second, "Someone yesterday told of ancient magics, could someone be messing around with the old magic of the forebears of this land?" Zindelo tries to get back on topic before thing really get out of hand.
Perhaps if we can find the area where this magic is emanating from we might be able to tell?
Garroth did as he was told without hesitation. Being so used to following orders from his charge, his mind never stopped to question Elrawiens authority, the spells influence leaving no questions on the matter.
"Hrrmpfh, fine." he said, sheathing his sword but leaving his hand on the hilt, waiting for Melifan to do the same.
Looking around, he slowly asked "Don't you have one of those spell things that show magic? Cant you just use that?"
That is what I was going to try to do before the Scab interrupted me, Sweet One. You are very wise. she says as she runs her finger down his nose and touches the tips of his tusks. She looks over to Melifan and mouths to him, I saved your ass from being turned into charcoal.
Ast Tsnithon renent toheo as she casts a spell to detect magical eminations and strengths/
Spellcraft
Amira sighs as the tension reduces, folding the map she was initially paying attention to.
"This can wait until we're sitting somewhere." she mutters as she watches Elrawien cast her detection spell.
Commune with the sewers and the rats, Amira. Allow those who know what they are doing to do what must be done.
"I'll remember that when you're face down in a gutter begging some psychopath not to kill you.."
I am sure that Garroth would never allow that to happen, am I right, Garroth?
"Damn straight." he inched closer as if to emphasise his stance on the matter.
Garroth drawing his weapon on him was something new. He was much more accustomed to him drawing it with him than against him. Elrawien must really have a hold on him if this was the case. As Elrawien sheaths her weapon, so does Melifan. Sick and tired of the back and forth banter and worthless posturing, Melifan turns purposefully showing his back to Garroth once more. A move Garroth is familiar with as something worst than a rude gesture. A move Melifan used when he felt the situation was beneath him. Melifan noted the fact that through all her bluster of drawing her weapon to cast, she had replaced it in its scabbard before performing her spell. It may have been his own suspicious nature or the fact that the area was causing him to be paranoid, but he made sure to make a note of that for future reference. With that he merely walked away, removing himself from the situation. Leaning toward Zindelo as he walked away, he murmurs ins passing.
Watch her. Don't let her twist our friend Garroth more than she already has. I would rather keep an old friend than make a new enemy. Call me when this situation is resolved. You know how to reach me.
He continues off to the side and disappears into the alley way to see if he can get any information on his own rather than propagate the worthless infighting Elrawien is instigating.
The charm spell only makes him more friendly to me. There is no domination nor magical suggestion. Garroth did you know that my training in sword play included learning how to thrust and parry but more thrusting since the rapier pierces.
"Well yeah, that's what its designed for." Garroth replied, seemingly not catching the innuendo, although he did smile as he replied, possibly realizing the intended meaning on a subconscious level.
Perhaps I can show you my talents? I was one of the better students in the Temple of Calistria. I can show you something of my talents with your longsword as well.
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With a resigned sigh Agatha gives Amira a conspiratory nod as she turns to Elrawien breathlessly states
"Child. That is what you are behaving like girl, a child i would throw from court before her name was even announced!
Amira you have the right of it we need to work together, and child you are, for im refusing to use such a pretty name on the likes of you.
If u wish to keep this waltz til the violinist fingers bleed by pursuing your "magic" I'll make your life VERY unpleasant. We know you no small skill we would prefer to see some grown behavior not this attempt at getting disowned with style."
With her arms folded and a scowl across her brow Agatha flows to the back of the group with a fluid grace.
This is coming from the Ancient One? I see no contributions whatsoever that you have made to the solving of these crimes other than to scold those whom you are unable to keep up with. You may have been something inf your hey day, Agatha Tremane, but your milk soured and all of your assets headed south for the winter, the fall, and the spring and summer, when Asmodus and Sarenrae captured Rogavug. Besides, what kind of name if Agatha for an elf?
Hegin will laugh at the fight between the two elves.
Zindelo says, "Can we just stop this pettyness and just get on with important stuff, like finding out who or what is killing people and get a nice reward for it?" Zindelo tries again to stop the tide from coming in.
And none of this is coming from the goodness of your heart whatso ever, Zindelo?
As the argument builds around you, those who bother to notice realize that everyone around is acting similarly. As Elrawien attempts to feel the current of the ancient magic all she can feel is the sense of a flow of anger and aggression from the northwest of Dockway roughly towards the Irespan.
She will relate this information to the group.
Having tired of listening to the squabbles, Garroth perked up at the mention of an actual course to take. "Well lets go then!" he said, taking a few step before turning and waiting for the others.
Looking at Garroth and with a telepathic prompt, A kiss for luck?
"Perfect, we need to get to the bottom of this before that lunatic isn't the only person killing people.' Amira says. "After you Elrawien."
You mean, all wise and sageful, Amira, that your sewers and rats haven't told you the answer to this riddle? What about the walls of the city or the chamber pots?
Melifan waits in the shadows making observations on the general populace. The strange behavior is not doing anything me brighten Melifan's mood as he keeps a safe distance from the group until he cools down. Darius had always taught him that a short temper is the fastest way to losing your life. Melifan was a hot head to say the least and worked very hard on controlling his temper. The fact that he blew up so easily, and to one of his closest friends no less, did not please him at all. Crouching in the darkness behind some of the buildings he observed. His training with the Sczarni gangs took hold as he inadvertently began spying the closer patrons, his eyes unconsciously darting to all the items of note on each passer by. He had to catch himself a few times to remind himself to focus on the task. He had to watch to make sure his allies were safe in such a high stress region. If a fight broke out, he had to be there to help. His temper with his friends would not help in the least. So wait he did, watching for Zindelo's signal that they were to move on.
"Can't you give it a rest for a minute Ellie? Just let's go, and see what's to be seen." Zindelo tries to get the group to do something and at least head the indicated way. He'll signal Melifan to go in that direction as well.