Hey guys.
Sorry for missing. Due to some illness, I was stuck at the hospital until today.
I’m better, I think, and possibly moving things tomorrow.
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University terms are finally over. I’ll catch up and be back to my usual posting schedule. Thanks for the patience.
Ember helps the blood soaked killer into his armor, all the while watching the man as if he was just an object to be used or employed. -- When they invade the chapel and the ball of lightning threaten them, she shoots and don’t ask questions.
If we can manage to shut down the doors and light the building on fire that would be awesome! Ember wont openly says to follow that course of action. It wasn't her idea...
Ember eyes light with delight at Vank suggestion, but only briefly as she notice the man is actually criticizing her. Eyes narrowing with evil intentions she whisper back ”The opportunity presented itself. Should we just ignore it because you are afraid?” ignoring Vank for now, she asks the others ”We still have the element of surprise. It’s a shame no one in the bedroom for us to kill. Do we retreat or do we attack?” she looks at the unarmored Albrέkt, knowing full well the what the man’s choices are.
”No damage? Are you mad? Do you think the Mitrans will fail to notice the killed sentries? Or that the birdkeeper and all the birds have been destroyed? Are you so naïve to believe we’ll have a better chance than this one?” Ember demands enraged at the proposition. She turns to Kaynen and continues ”Open the door as quietly as possible. Let’s kill anyone sleeping in those rooms. Even if we can’t get the priest, that’ll be more than we first anticipated.” to the others she says ”If you can’t move without making noises, remove your armor. We need to be subtle; a time for battle will come later.”
Ember narrow her eyes dangerously trying to glean any occult agenda from the wizard, but is quickly to abandon the effort, the man was bound by contract, which he couldn’t escape. "Albrέkt make sure no one will be able to come through this door." she says pointing to the door they were planning to bar and then taking the lead, she moves towards the other door at the base of the tower.
She takes out the copy of the dwarf map. Looking at the it, the rooms in the corridor seemed to be sleep quarters, big sleep quarters.
Ember walks over to the hulking warrior and, happy and feeling good about how things went.
She walks closer to Albrέkt, to close one might say, and all while looking towards the bloody mess in the ground, intentionally exposing her pale skin and her neck.
Once Albrέkt revels himself, Ember laughs ”You could have died in pleasure. Now, only pain will be your future!”
"Knock or let's move down. But do something!" Ember whispers angrily pushing other to take action.
For a moment, she thought about asking Xanos if he had any magic that could open the door, but he was demoted from ally to a good for nothing bragger and charlatan in Ember’s mind, so she doesn’t ask for anything, and would be surprised if the man could do anything at all. Once they are far enough: "Use your spell to cover any sound the guards might make, if we are lucky enough, they'll have keys for this door. But don't kill both of them; we need some Intel about this place."
Embers point to the door and prepare to cast burning hands spells as soon she can; figures that burning the birds ought to do the trick.
Ember is disappointed when the soldiers refuse to follow. It’s almost like a personal affront to her. Wasn’t she good enough to seduce some lowly peon? She is fuming and almost has a mind to return and confront if they are real man or not. Almost. But that would have to way, while she was fuming about things, the others decided to move further up and she follows, plotting how to better kill the lowly scum at the base of the tower. They would need to die very slowly to pay for that affront…
Ember blushes even more as the other state their intent and follow up by taking Albrέkt and leading him upstairs…
Ember looks at the guards and then shyly to the ground, as if admitting doing something wrong. She tugs at Albrέkt shirt and says in an embarrassed low voice but enough to be heard by the two sentries ”What did you guys wanted to show me in the tower…?”
Ember hadn’t seen any female soldier until now and she doubt there would be one.
Using the circlet, she changes her set of clothes to of a simple serving girl. The hair takes a less lively color and her otherworldly features are damped; she couldn’t not pretend to be human but that wasn’t the goal, looking from afar, someone might not notice it immediately and she would adopt a submissive attitude, keeping her face looking to the ground, her hair hiding her face.
Hey Guys.
Thanks.
I'm ready to move as well.
Nah Ember is a b**%&.
It's fun writing her posts tho.
I love Albrέkt accent. I've tried to learn German some time ago but it's really hard.
Hey, welcome back. Never had the opportunity to visit Dubai, unless you consider expending some hours in the airport waiting for a flight connection visiting the place, but it seemed sandy. xD
”I don’t know…” she says pretending to be to be confused them she smiles and says ”Oh well, improvise!” she giggles resting her head again against Albrέkt chest. She waits some moments and if no one else offers any option she says finally ”Maybe we can use the theatre as cover to infiltrate the place and sabotage the rookery.”
Ember rolls her eyes at the self-proclaimed abyss born sorcerer.
”You mistake me Haruk. I’m the one that has full confidence in our knot, and you are the one doubting its efficacy.” she says as a matter of fact.
She raises from where she is sitting and walk closer to the infernal sorcerer ”But from what you said, you do not believe we can take the gates, and that’s why we should waste our trump card, the secret passage, to destroy the rookery, while it would be best used to infiltrate the fort and kill the lord.” she stops again, look at the man and says ”It’s a sound plan, I applaud.” she says clapping her hands. --
"Ember, your penchant for changing the plan is making our task more difficult." Her face a blank mask, she walks over to Albrέkt, the seemingly only ally her had in this nest of snakes. She sits downs on his lap, while resting her head against his chest. ”I haven’t changed anything…” and one could hear the unspoken ‘yet’. ”We are still following the plan. The captains have been partially taken care of; from what I remember only Kaynen was in favor of using the theatre as distraction. We already have set up the poison, we already have the map. I don’t see why we have to wait.”Without getting up, she rest her other hand in Albrέkt chest, closes her eyes and continues ”The only thing that has been making our task more difficult is this endless talk, and all this backtracking of what we had already discussed.” she opens her eyes looking at no one in particular and says softly ”It almost seems it was meant to turn us against each other…”
Haruk, back to his devilishly handsome self, raises a counter to leaving the rookery intact "While it might be true that no bird sent could prevent our allies from taking the city(town? fort?), what about after? Is it not possible that an army could be raised to retake Balentyne? Unless of course we have no desire to hold this keep beyond a few days." "You are forgetting your place Haruk!" Ember says with zeal in her voice. ”We are just a part of a bigger plan! Do you remember the Elise and her band? Dad tasked them with elimination of head of military. His plans are perfect for no mere bird can raise an army, if there’s no one to command!”
Never really thought about music theme, but if I were to choose one, it would be this one: Elizabeth
"The secret passage let to some sort of Basement." Ember says warning the others. "Is there anything similar in the map?" --
Ember looks around searching for anything that they could use against the dwarfs.
"Do you see anything we can use to incriminate them?" she asks Xanos, remembering he was the one that suggested we might incriminate the drinking bunch.
How dare of you! Ember is such a loving and caring person!
"The fire isn't the agreed signal." He deserves the fate that awaits him if that ‘thing’ cannot follow his own plan. The scorn in her voice is palpable. Narrowing her eyes, she looks at the so called great mage, proudly displaying his weakness for everyone to see ”If your command over the arcane is weak as you state, train yourself to be useful in some other way.”
”How you plan to divide the attack over two nights? Once we enter the fort using the secret passage in the Inn, our disguise here and our only way to enter the fort are gone. Or do you plan to challenge the gates head on the following night?” she asks sarcastically.
"Isn't this enough? We dispatched the captains, we should attack the fort. Destroy the rookery and proceed with killing the lord." she says impatient.
"What about the poisoned food?" Ember asks since no one seems to remember it.
”Maybe, yes. But we do not know what this presentation is meat for. Is it something arranged by the innkeeper to attract new customers? Maybe the Mayor? Speaking about that who is the mayor of this blasted town?” she after some consideration.
Ember stops to think at the suggestion, smiling at the deviousness of the situation, but then her smile vanishes and she says. ”No, maybe not. It largely depends on who will be attending. If something like that happened in my Fathers presence, I’m sure he would ruthlessly and efficiently quell any attempt to disrupt his minions.” she seems disgusted to admit but finally says ”We don’t know what manner of commander Lord Havelyn is, only that he seems to be well loved by everyone. He might be able to control the cuckold before anything happens. Do we know who will be attending to this performace?”
Ember looks at the display of savagery and even if she maintains a straight face, she approve of Vank’s actions.
She goes about testing the captain’s weapons and bow and sighs exasperated when the curvature and drawing is too heavy for her.
For the first time since Vank had joined them, Ember had a good impression of the thing. At least he knew better to allow Ember the first sacrifice in the night. Passing silently under the door of the fancy tent, the priest looks inside to find the sleeping captain. A cruel smile appears in her lips and silently as possible, the use the dagger to cut a small wound in her hand. With the blood, she draws a pentagram in her forehead and then does the same with Vank. The woman mutters a silent prayer, while driving the knife into the man's skull. "Accept this humble sacrifice, oh Dark Father."
If the Soldies isn’t dead:
Surprisingly, he has a strong mind. Ember thinks when her spell fails. She doesn’t get fazed by it, it’s natural something like that happen from time to time. But seeing that Vank isn’t competent enough to finish the man, she put her bow to use.
The arrow flies with deadly precision and force, punching thru the man skull, leaving a whole and a dead body in its wake. Staring with disdain towards Vank, she walks closer, stepping over the dead’s man body. If one is close enough, one could read in her lips and in the scorn in her face.
If the soldier is dead.: Surprisingly, he has a strong mind. Ember thinks when her spell fails. She doesn’t get fazed by it, it’s natural something like that happen from time to time. Ember watches the hobgoblin while he finishes off the guard. Still she isn’t convinced. When the hobgoblin motions her to approach, she walks closer, stepping over the dead’s man body. If one is close enough, one could read in her lips and in the scorn in her face.
Pulling her daggers free, she keeps ready to start killing man in their sleep.
Ember Waits until Vank has cast his spell and stays ready and prepared to cast another, as soon he engage the soldiers.
Holding her bow, Ember creeps forward, prepared to attack the sentries when Vank gives the signal.
Ember follows Vank a little behind, paying attention to what the freak is doing, and hoping the others behind wouldn’t screw things more than they already have.
Never!!!! He is but a lowly beast, unfit and unworthy.
P.S: Sure, Why not? xD
Nah, Ember won’t. I'll just mumble about coward, unfit, and some other excuse.
Also, I'll post in some hours.
Disclaimer:
Ask Albrέkt!
When the mage starts to produces the huge amount of gadgets Embers looks at him with scorn and disgust: a fraud, charlatan, weak, unfit to be employed at her god’s work. In her mind, she sees the devious tactics as acceptance of weakness. The mage had just admitted to not trust his powers and gift and experience and expertise. If it was up to her, she would remove him from the knot, but her father had chosen him, so she could only accept the fraud… for now. When they try to give her the traps to place it, she takes one and throw it away ”I won’t shame my Faith and my God using those things.”
I think I'll have the afternoon free today. I'll post Ember's reaction to that planning. Ember will agree with most of it, but she'll also oppose to some other things.
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