The Demon's page

The valve next to the female shifter blasts open, dumping a stream of water and detritus into the stream. [b][i]Demon hurries up to her and attempts to knee her in the head as she helps the male shifter up, but misses.

As the shifter lands on the ledge and starts to fall back into the stream, Demon kicks out towards the shifter's chest.

Heaving himself out of the water on the opposite bank, Demon stands and steps away from the opening of one of the valves of water, yelling at the shifters and warforged. "Come and get me then!"

Demon readies an attack if anyone comes near.

Demon slams his foot into the stomach of the warforged, knocking it prone. It slashes out from the ground as he prepares to jump across the trench. Demon knocks the rapier into the air and grabs it, before kicking the warforged in the face and leaping across the water, rapier in hand.

Demon attempts to kick the warforged in the stomach with a punishing kick, yelling in his face. "Back off!" He leaps out across the trench to the other side.

Demon ignores the male shifter, charging the female, bring a kick around leveled at her midsection.

"Thank you, Skakan." Demon nods to the goblin, and hands him 5 Crowns instead of the four promised.

Demon hands him three Crowns, and holds up an additional four for the goblin to see. "Show me."

"How about the E-213 valve cluster. I hear it's lovely this time of year."

Demon, nonplussed, pulls out his coin pouch, "That skewer does look tasty," and he hands Skakan five silver. "Where could one find a guide to show them around while they enjoyed the skewer?"

Demon kneels down in front of the pile of detritus, "Goblin, what is your name?"

"I assume that more attempts will be made to...to stop me recovering this schema."

"We never know why things happen, or what may come of them. I'll find your relic for you."

Demon looks at her intently. He speaks, not to her, but almost to himself. "Who is Jenzan Teskelyndros? I don't really know. He's a farmer with a stolen wand who fired off a blast of fire on Olarune 15th, 891 YK, killing an envoy named Laren Helmworth. She was a childhood friend of King Jarot, from Wroatt. Why? Because he was drunk at the time, and lost his footing. Envoy Helmworth was not the man's target, it was the guy she was shaking hands with, Prince Thalin of Thrane. The man believed Prince Thalin had been having an affair with his wife, and caused her to leave him. For what it's worth, Prince Thalin had not been having an affair...but he had been helping to get the woman out of an abusive situation he had no jurisdiction over. Jenzen was from Cyre, and Princess Mishann had specifically told Thalin to leave it alone, it was her prerogative."

Demon sighs. "If Jenzan hadn't been drunk, he may have killed Prince Thalin, who then never challenges Princess Mishann's claim to the crown of Galifar. If he hadn't been drunk, King Jarot wouldn't have held his son, Thalin, at fault for causing the death of his childhood friend, and might have realized that Princess Mishann may have been completely qualified, but that Thalin was exceptionally qualified to be a good King. If he hadn't been drunk, the King might not have snubbed Prince Thalin on his deathbed. If he hadn't been drunk, Thalin wouldn't have claimed the crown for himself, starting the Last War, millions of people would have lived, and warforged are never created."

Demon looks at the marking on his wrist and on the journal. "I am never created. If that man hadn't been too drunk to stand, and hadn't hidden behind the bottle when he hit his wife."

"It seems someone else wants their hands on this...schema...as well."

"What is it? The heirloom."

Demon growls in his throat. "I'll do it."

Demon looks down at the symbol on the journal for a long moment. "You want me to retrieve this...heirloom."

"What...what is this?" Demon asks, holding up the journal so she can see the symbol.

Demon looks at the satchel on the bed, then opens it, extracting the journal with the mithral stitching. He turns it over in his hands, and looks up at Elaydren. "This?"

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Followed? Lady, who in Cyre are you?"

Demon stands quickly, placing the bag down. "Who? Who are you?"

Demon enters his room, and sits on the bed, opening the satchel to examine it.

"Thank you, Sergeant."

Demon turns and departs, heading back towards the Inn he is staying in, The Broken Anvil.

"Demon is what I am called, Sergeant."

"But I believe his name is..." Demon shuffles through the satchel he picked up, looking for the identification papers. "...Bonal...Bonal Geldam - Geldem, sorry." He hands the paperwork to the dwarf. "This was next to him, officer..."

"No, Sir."

Demon looks about at the members of the watch investigating the body of the man. "I...was heading home. To High Walls."

Demon stops, holding his hands up. "I am unarmed." He slowly turns around to face the Watch. "I came across this body by accident. There was another warforged here, who attacked me, and then fled."

Demon grabs up the satchel and its contents and slips into the night.

Demon attempts to slam his knee into her side, but her arm blunts it. Letting go of her neck, he scoots over to the body of the man, attempting to see if he might still be alive, or if there is anything important on him.

Blocking the punch, Demon knees her in the side. "Who are you?!" he yells, sweeping her legs out from under her. He grabs her by the throat, attempting to pin her down.

Demon punches the warforged in the wrist, knocking her battleaxe out of her hand.

"Stay down!" Demon yells, thrashing out with a vicious kick at her midsection.

Demon steps back quickly. "Hey! What the - who are you?"

Demon stops in his tracks, looking about, before hurrying over to inspect the body.

Demon trods through the downpour. He grumps to himself "I need to find a place to sleep. Even a warforged could drown in this."

Dotting.

Demon

"I am helping someone. What would you know about it?"

"Not really," he sighs. Light flashes off the crystal protrusions around his body. "Looks like I'm still stuck with you. And I'm not in charge of rescuing your sister. I don't care about her. I care about capturing these kidnappers."

"No...I mean...your all...well, brainy looking."

"It is all the same to me. Or not." Demon looks askance at Ivan as they stride on. "You don't look Valenar."

"I don't care what you think! House Kundarak tasked me to find who was taking these kids, and I'm going to tell them." Demon steps to the side as a cart rolls between you two. "I'm not waiting for the illustrious guard to investigate your precious hovel."

"What?!" Demon yells, keeping his forearm pressed against your throat, his red eyes staring at you, unmoving. He looks around the room, it's sparse furnishings blown about from the explosion.

He lets you go and walks slowly to the open hole in the wall, staring out at the empty street. "Son of a Cyran," he murmurs.