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Looking at the robe in her hands as she starts to walk away from the vault, Melathiel speaks up to the rest of the group. "Well if you give me some time, I am positive that I can identify what this robe is. I will take this back to my room at The Rusty Dragon, and spend some time examining it. Meet me in a few hours." as she turns away and heads back to the inn.
Grimacing, Melathiel stares hard into the robe, the look on her face turning into frustration. "I must say, I am having quite the difficulty in trying to identify exactly what this is. I know that it is magical, but what specifically I do not know. I will have to spend some time to figure this out."
Taking the robe into her hands, Melathiel spends a few minutes attempting to identify the exact properties of the robe.
"That. That right there!" Melathiel exclaims, pointing at the robe in Arya's hands. "Ms. Drottningu, what exactly is that in your hands?"
Stepping forward, Melathiel walks into the vault. "Quite odd... Now I realize that a place like this is bound to have skeletal remains, however I do not believe that there were any other sites here that were disturbed. Which leads to question, who do these bones belong to?" Grabbing her component pouch, she pulls a few materials out and begins muttering a few words, a soft, whitish glow covering her eyes.
Putting a finger on her lips and tapping them for a moment, Melathiel thinks and then responds. "Well... just for a moment, consider the possibility, as unusual as it may sound. Goblins do tend to be a more chaotic acting species, however, if one were to somehow create some sort of leverage over them, it could be possible to use them towards one's will."
Giving a look towards Theodric, Melathiel responds as well. "Well I am certain that compensation can be talked about later. If your men are busy Sheriff, I would imagine that this would not be the only opportunity that our assistance would be asked of. I certainly have no issue with this, provided that a conversation in regards to compensation can be held."
"Is that so? Well I am sorry to hear that Mr. Coric." Melathiel responds. "And I would hope that your different nature of business would be good and profitable if you travel as well Ms. Drottningu."
Melathiel extends her hand out. "I do believe that you are correct in that regard. A pleasure to meet you Ms. Drottningu. I am Melathiel Arealoth. Mr. de Lura here is my business partner, as we travel around, completing various contracts. Mostly things such as traveling accompaniment. Some one will want some guarded transport, and Mr. de Lura here offers any kind of martial prowess if needed. Myself, I take over any kind of arcane dealings that may or may not be required." she finishes saying as she pats the leather bound book hanging off her side. Looking at the other man sitting there, she extends a hand out as well. "And you sir? Excuse me if I am too forward here, but you seem fairly tall for a half elf. Unless your ears have not fully developed?"
"Gentleman please, there is no need for this kind of bickering. Yesterday was not a pleasant day, there is no disputing that." Melathiel says, stepping in. "There are plenty of other ways to look at certain things in life, so please just let it be and move forward. Besides, it just makes you look childish, arguing over such things."
"Well to be completely honest Mr. de Lura, the fact that you almost seemingly died yesterday afternoon would make one think that any kind of news was supposedly good news." Melathiel quickly adds as she approaches behind Theodric. "May we both inquire about a morning meal as well Ms. Kaijitsu?" she asks before Ameiko can leave.
"Right then," Melathiel exclaims with a large breath, "I suppose we should go to the inn and get our rest? Coming to a festival and ending up in a scuffle with goblins certainly is not the best of ways to start a stay in a new town. And I would imagine that getting some rest would be a better way to start anew?"
Melathiel ponders for just a moment. "I believe capturing it would be the best plan of action. If this creature has any useful information, then keeping it alive would do benefits for the local militia."
Watching the half elven woman rush towards the man get cut into almost immediately, Melathiel shifts her attention, changing her hand motions and arcane words, sending a rush of magical force energy at one of the goblins attacking her.
Moving forward, Melathiel smacks Theodric in the back of the head as she walks by, her hands starting to move in arcane fashion. "Congratulations Mr. de Lura, your plan has worked." She quickly begins to speak her arcane work as she points forward, a blast of cold energy reaching forward towards one of the goblins.
Giving Theodric a backhanded smack against his armor, Melathiel shoots him a glaring look. "Excuse me Mr. de Lura, but I do not believe trying to ask the local law enforcement for payment on this matter is either the ideal nor correct frame of mind right now. I apologize Sheriff, please excuse my partner's crass phrasing. We would be glad to offer our assistance should you see fit."
Her eyes focused on the downed goblin, Melathiel comes back to as the half elven woman speaks to her. Quickly turning around, she rushes over to Theodric as the other woman tends to his wounds, seeing the divine healing occurring. "He will be okay, am I right? Thank you, thank you very much. I would be hard pressed if I were to lose my partner here. Is there any way in which I can repay you for the favor Ms..."
Ignoring everything around her, Melathiel walks up and steps on top of one of the goblin corpses, and while moving her hands, looks straight at the remaining goblin. "I said die." as another blast of arcane force energy leaves her fingertip, hitting the goblin square in the chest.
Watching Theodric hit the ground, Melathiel screams out in anger as she continues her rage against the goblin, ignoring the man who runs past her. "THEODRIC!!! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU YOU ROTTEN VILE CREATURE!!!" as another burst of arcane force energy flies from her hands, hitting the goblin.
Shifting her focus to the next goblin, Melathiel once again continues her hand movements and arcane speaking as another bolt of force energy leaves her hands and hits the goblin.
Watching her partner begin to be hacked into, Melathiel starts to feel herself fume internally. "Get. Off. Of. Him. NOW!" as she motions her hands once more, releasing a force of magical energy against the goblin that hit Theodric.
Watching Theodric hit the ground and become subject to attack, she yells out towards him. "MR. DE LURA! GET UP OFF THE GROUND, YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS!" as she takes a step back, motioning her hands in a similar fashion from earlier, a blast of cold frozen energy leaving her fingertip towards the goblin that sunk it's blade into her partner.
Taking a step back, Melathiel stumbles a bit as she screams quickly in pain from her leg being sliced open. "Blast these eternally damned creatures! Mr. de Lura, I trust you can handle these two next to you?" as she begins to move her hands in a different fashion, a blast of magical energy flying straight towards the goblin that attacked her.
As the crowd around her begins to panic, Melathiel stands and turns around to figure out what exactly is going on. Noticing the goblins, she quickly takes action. "Mr. de Lura! Where in the blasted abyss are you? Get over here quickly!" she yells out as she looks at a goblin and begins to raise her hands in motion, speaking arcane words as a ball of cold energy begins to form in her hands, and then releases forward towards on of the goblins.
The spell quickly leaves her hand as it smacks the goblin it it's chest hard, frost remaining in the spot of impact.
Quickly forming a look of shock upon her face, Melathiel turns towards Theodric. "Are you serious? You mean to say that... that... grotesque display of... I most certainly do not know how that 'festival' differentiated itself from the common mass amount of carnal desires. Walking out of my room to find you on the floor of the tavern below wearing absolutely nothing but the hair of that woman whose face was still on your stomach... That is certainly a sight I most definitely wish to never see once again." she retorts with a tone of disgust and disdain.
Walking further along, Melathiel continues on with her compatriot through the town. "You know, I have been to a fair amount of festivals in my life time, but I must say. This one does seem to have its own unique flair to it. I actually do like it, truth be told."
Curiosity starting to become her, Melathiel just brushes the thought off her mind and puts it past her. "Oh well just keep yourself together. I am sure that you will see her once again, and then you can be captivated all over once more. Now, let us enjoy the festival. That is what you wanted to do, am I correct? Live life as you put so put it?"
Raising a brow at the woman as she walks off, Melathiel replies back in kind. "I appreciate the gesture Ms. Liliana. I certainly do hope that you enjoy the rest of this festival!" Turning her attention back towards Theodric, she notices his face turn a little more pale than it usually is. Raising her brow yet once again at the man, she waits til the other woman is a bit further away. "I must say, Ms. Liliana is most certainly one of the more, classier, women you have ever attempted to pursue. A better sight to see than the usual girls I see you lust after. I quite assuredly have to admit that. Hopefully her gracefulness and beauty did not leave you feeling out of mind?"
Approaching Theodric and the woman he sits next to, Melathiel notices the placement of the woman's hand on his. Sighing in displeasure, she speaks up. "I am terribly sorry to disturb the two of you, but if I could inquire with Mr. de Luera about a few prior engagements we had discussed. Would you mind introducing your new friend to me however Mr. de Luera? I would hate to be even more rude in this instance." She stands there waiting, trying not to come off as impatient, despite her obvious disdain for the situation.
Hearing the sudden shift of his tone, Melathiel just hangs her head, her and coming up as her fingers wrap around to her temples. Sighing aloud, she just only mutters to herself, knowing the exact reason for his shift in tone. "Why is it that he just can not control himself? It is almost as if every time we do not partake in a contract, he just has to acquire another conquest of some defenseless girl?"
Reacting instantly to his tone, Melathiel slaps the front of his stomach with the back of her hand. "Honestly Mr. de Luera, I have not the slightest idea of where you get such disdain from the arcane. I realize that not everyone has such a desire that I myself have, but it is almost as if you have an entirely different view on the subject. Maybe if you were to take a break from swinging that over sized blade so harshly, then maybe you could possibly begin to see the possibility that the arcane arts could assist you in. You may actually be shocked."
Walking along the man with a sarcastically minded tongue, Melathiel rolls her eyes at his comments. She casually ignores them as she herself takes in the sights and sounds of the Swallowtail Festival. She had been to and seen many festivals in her lifetime, so it was no shock to her that this one was no different from any other. However, it did have it's little differences that helped make it more unique than others. The smells of the different foods did seem give off an interesting mix in themselves, as if each scent tried to combat it's own flavor against those that opposed it. "Honestly Mr. de Luera, I have more pressing desires that I crave, unlike the desires that you so willing show off to any woman who seems to have a level of self worth that matches yours. I would rather spend my nights over an exciting tome than sleaze myself around the town like some of your partners. Besides, if it were not for the tomes of the past, how could we ever move forward? Especially in the favor of the arcane arts?"
Melathiel glares at him. "Her name is Alyssa. I have not a single idea of how you get by in life at times. Now come, let us go enjoy today. Providing the fact, of course, that you do not make a disgusting display of yourself." she retorts to him, pushing her bi-focals up on her face and walks out the door.
Gently waking up, Melathiel lays for a moment before getting up. Getting herself dressed, she sits back on the bed, pulling out her spell book. Cracking it open, she begins to slowly read each page, her mouth moving silently as she looks over all she has written, taking in each word and note. Taking a quick break, she glances over to the window. "I have to say, this is quite a nice day for a festival. I have heard word of this occasion for some time now. Perhaps this one will be just as joyful as some of the others I've been to in my life." Looking back at her book, she sighs a little. "Hopefully, one day, I won't have to..." Catching herself mid sentence, she stops and looks up. "Damn that Theodric! His short words and combined phrases are starting to rub off on my speech! Some times I wonder why I continue to let that little boy follow me..." Picking up her book once more, she continues to study the pages once again. However, she gets caught unaware as the man burst into the room. "MR. DE LUERA! How many times must I tell you? You cannot just barge into my room! I do deserve my privacy I will have you know..." Closing her book and packing it into her bag, picking it up, she slings it over her shoulder. "And yes Mr. de Luera, I would be inclined to believe your late night rendezvous with that girl would leave you famished. You do remember her name, I would hope. We can certainly attest that you cannot properly say mine." |
