Role-Play The Quest of the White Halls

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  1. Isa

    Isa Dovie'andi se tovya sagai

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    Reier shot across the sky pulled towards the setting sun. Sun spun around him dancing in glee changing shape whimsically as they moved he finally spotted a town off to his right and lashed himself towards its highest point pulling himself down slightly as he continued moving. Already the last meal he’d eaten was beginning to fade and his stomach was rumbling. He dismissed all but one upward lashing as he came to the town’s edge and slowly dropped the last fifty feet to the ground landing softly.

    People moved about with the hushed economy of those afraid fear of the unknown and any attempt to make eye contact resulted in the person quickly turning away. With a little difficulty he finally located an inn and made his way inside.

    “Mack, looks like we got another stranger after the bounty on that beast.” The barkeeper looked up at the words and came over as Reier sat down at a table.

    “What’ll it be?”

    “I’ll take four servings of that lamb I smell cooking, and two loafs of bread and a pitcher of ale. What’s this about a bounty?” The barkeepers brows raised at the order but her glanced at the empty seats and shrugged. Another patron pitched in from the neighboring table

    “Couple hunter’s say they got jumped by some beast the claim glowed in the dark, first couple people that went looking for it were found torn to pieces in the forest. After that the city watch put out a bounty for the beast. Few weeks ago folks in town started turning up torn to shreds the same way. Not sure how you made it through town without seeing the wanted posters.”

    “I’m afraid I was more preoccupied with an empty stomach than with my surroundings when I arrived. Thank you for the information.”
     
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    Twilight was beginning to fall over the Haven, golden beams filtering gently through leaves and scattering softly across the fields that surrounded the quiet town. Several homes lay outside the Haven, those of farmers and the ones that preferred the peace they found outside a town center. The Haven wasn't exactly a bustling place but it was still busy enough to bother those that preferred to be alone. One such individual had established a home near the woods around ten years ago. He knew the people of the town well enough, and they him, though he couldn't really say he was close to any of them. The odd job had been completed here and there and he was a fair hunter so his reputation was mostly built on the deer and wild boar he sold in town.

    He was also a mercenary for hire, but such peaceful people rarely needed his services. One or two inn keepers and barmen knew his ulterior work. If someone new came into town looking to hire a fighter his name was brought up, though always with the warning that he only took good work. He was no murderer. More potential clients were turned away than successfully hired him. He didn't mind though. The hunting was more than enough to sustain him, even if it was boring work. He only offered his bow for mercenary work to keep things interesting, though if anyone bothered to ask he would add that part of him was hopeful something noble would come along. No one had ever asked, but he was okay with that. That hope about something noble often felt silly to him. He couldn't imagine actually saying it out loud.

    Vare drew back his bow string with practiced ease, despite the stiff draw. The rough-carved wood gave a slight groan as all of its power built up along the graceful curve of its limbs. He couldn't say how many times this weapon had repeated the motion, thousands, hundreds of thousands, but it held as much strength now as the day it had been crafted. The elves were certainly skilled. He would've liked to say that they were too proud of their craft to belittle it by assigning a price, especially when it was human gold, that the only way to get your hands on an elven bow was to receive one as a gift, but that wasn't the case. It had taken him ages, and more gold than he had spent on anything else (including his home) to purchase his bow from a 1000 year old craftsmen. The elf that had crafted his bow was actually the cheapest he could find, if it could be believed. The man had said, "900 years of experience does not get you much respect in this field among elves." It was weird hearing something that sounded like embarrassment while being charged a fortune for something that garnered little respect.

    He loosed his arrow with a thrumb that sounded like a song, even the act of firing the bow was beautiful. Despite how the elves viewed each other and the price of it, he never regretted buying the bow or felt like it was a rip-off. It was a thing of beauty, though his shot wasn't. A frown crept across his face as the solid thud told him everything he needed to know without looking. He adjusted his spectacles and glared down the field dozens of yards further than a normal archer's practice target. From this distance he could barely make out the green feathers two rings from the bull's eye. His eyes turned to the golden rays fading through the trees. The encroaching night would make his shot even more difficult. He adjusted his glasses again and notched another arrow.
     
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    This was not going to be her evening.


    Thunder grumbled in the distance, cushioned between grey clouds that were dark and dormant, threatening to pour. Vulnerable and naked, the Dune Kraken hung in the balance, the sails whispering against the tense breeze.


    Vale was many things, but a coward wasn't one of them. Strut on her knees with her arms bound, the pirate captain was far from impressed, eyeing the drow who now commandeered her beloved deck. She could hear the stifled clamour of her crew below. Valirus, her First Mate, never stopped watching her. There was only so much that a Mindbender potion could do against a man of such will.


    He'd take them there and back again – but he knew where his loyalties lay.


    'You know Kordis,' Vale said, 'you used to be a lot more fun.' She twisted her wrists against the cord, testing its strength. It didn't budge. She withheld a sigh.


    The drow didn't move, his eyes focused on the dark horizon. He signalled to her First Mate to halt the Skyship.


    'You surprise me.' Kordis' voice was dark and firm. The thickness swirled like chocolate, made bitter by restrained humility. 'I would have thought that you, above all others, would respect the Doctrinier. Rule 89: To never-'


    '-Steal your silver bloody bauble, I get it.' Vale frowned.


    Despite that, Kordis was letting her keep it. Perhaps it was because of the past – in the White Kiliathar, the scholar house of Dal-Gren – they had been partners.


    Two hundred years was a long time. Vale had forgotten that consistent personalities were limited to fairy tales – and the man before her had a darkness that was thicker and more terrifying than the skin he wore.


    The skin.


    Vale held back a shudder.


    Kordis now turned, his tall figure marching quickly across the creaking decks, pulling Vale to her feet. Her eyes met his. He looked away sharply, pushing her towards the edge of the ship. The plank had been removed. Vale's eyes widened.


    'You can't be serious.'


    He cut her bonds.


    'Kordis you can't be bloody serious!'


    Her weapons were thrust into her hands. The stolen scrolls rattled in her pockets.


    Kordis offered her a wan smile. 'Don't disappoint me, old friend,' he said, before shoving her from the edge.


    As she fell, Vale wondered whether it was the wind or her crew that screamed in her ears.

    _


    The pirate was many things, but resourceful had to be one of them – by the time she'd seen the trees, she'd braced herself, the tree branches proving to be an uncomfortable form of cushioning her blow.


    Like the sky that she'd fallen from, her language had turned the air blue. Her fingers tightened around her weapons and hat, her teeth baring at the rush of trees, thorns and twigs.


    The bush that finished her journey was an unwelcome sight.


    Vale cursed, lying there between the rose thickets.


    When her muscles had eased, she patted at her pockets.


    Good.


    The scrolls were still there. That was the most important thing. The beast. The spirits. None of that mattered, really. For the time being, at least.


    She pried herself up, the thorns catching at her clothing. She pulled them away fiercely, starting her walk across the muddy pathways, the dark shades of Twilight touching her skin like cold fingers. The rustle of the trees sounded like rain.


    The distant roll of thunder rang in the air.


    Gathrad's Mercy. I need a goddamn drink.
     
  4. Nevermore

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    Thunk!

    The arrow made a satisfying sound as it sunk fiercely into the bull's eye of the target. Vare exhaled slowly and lowered the bow, a soft smile spread across his face. It was a rare expression on his bearded face and for that moment he was handsome. It faded quickly as his gaze was cast to the sky once more. He was almost out of light and there was a rumble of thunder on the horizon. His practice was over for this evening. He bent at the waist and began plucking the arrows from the ground before him, stuck there to aid in his practice. Dirt was brushed from their razor edges with care before they were placed back in his quiver. He set bow and quiver aside and began the long walk towards his target when a new sound brushed against his keen ears. It came from the woods, faint as a whisper but it was brash as a charging bull.

    He turned towards the trees and glanced them up and down. A shadow above the forest caused him to pause. "Atlas?" He whispered to himself. But that didn't make any sense, he thought. The Atlas built their ships from enchanted granite, not wood. He heard a woman's voice, as faint as the crashing he heard moments before. Bow and quiver were snatched up quickly, slung over shoulder and across chest, snug against his back. A cloak, the color of the forest floor caressed his shoulders as he moved. His feet carried him swiftly into the trees as he chased the sound. He didn't get far into the forest before slowing down and only darting between trees, pausing and glancing out before moving to the next tree.

    The hunter made hardly a sound as he moved with practiced stealth. It was as if the forest itself didn't want to betray him. The leaves beneath his feet held their for voices for him alone. It wasn't long before he caught sight of someone moving through the trees as another clap of thunder growled in the distance. He looked up and saw broken branches, twirling leaves still scattering down from above. Had this person fallen? He moved closer and caught more glimpses of her clothing. Her? Had she been thrown from the ship he had seen? He looked up again. That was quite the fall. He moved again and saw her ears, her skin. An elf? Tanned more than he had ever seen, and with hair like fire, she was different. Again he moved, closer still. Why was he so curious about this woman? Her face was scratched but fierce, yet still lovely. She was tattered and her clothes were torn, revealing more of her tanned skin. He could see blood in the failing light.

    She would discover him soon, and if he waited that long how would he ever explain himself? She held weapons and looked to be in a foul mood. Knowing his luck, she was more likely to kill him than trust him, especially if she discovered him stalking her. Vare moved ahead of her, strategically placing himself in her path. As she approached he stumbled from behind the tree, looking lost himself. He glanced up at her as if he was just seeing her for the first time, blinking and adjusting his spectacles. "H-hi there," he stuttered softly, faltering a smile. The young man would've liked to brag that he was a fine actor, but the truth was he was just nervous. He put his hands up as a show of good faith, hoping she wouldn't think much of the short sword at his hip or the bow on his chest.

    "You are pretty banged up." He nodded, looking her up and down, turning red. "Are you okay? I confess, I saw the ship and heard, you fall?" He looked up again, then back to her. "You were thrown from that ship?"
     
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    Reier heard the first peal of thunder as he finished off his last bit of lamb. He stood up after stacking the plates politely and headed for the door. He needed to wash and the regrowth talisman around his neck was nearly empty, perhaps this storm would have enough strength in it for him to catch a bit of light.

    "Sounds like a bad one friend, our rooms are warm, and the prices fair even for a big man like you."

    "I appreciate the offer but I still have a few things to do tonight I fear. Perhaps if you still have a room when I'm done."

    The inn's owner went back to his work behind his bar washing glasses and serving the few solitary patrons who were drinking alone. Reier stepped out into the rain and looked up to the sky feeling the rain beat against his face. The storm was indeed strong but it was nothing compared to the Highstorms of his home that could hurl boulders for miles or flay a man alive and every Knight Radiant learned to survive those and thrive in them. He walked off down the street Sun had reappeared and seemed to be trying to dance across the raindrops while Stead skittered over the cobblestones below him like a textured shadow.

    It was still odd after so many worlds to see a storm where people didn't hang spheres out to catch stormlight, to eat food that didn't have a shell, to walk through a storm and not see rain and wind spren playing in, and to see plants and trees that didn't hide at the approach of humans and storm the world felt less alive and real for not having such things. Still there were little things he could do to keep the memory of home alive, the comforting rituals. He performed a double lashing up and towards the storm leaving the ground behind him as his power for a time redefined gravity for him. At last content that he was far enough from the town to avoid prying eyes but would still have time to prepare before the storm he released the lashing and allowed himself to fall only at the last second catching himself with a quarter lashing to break his fall and make him nearly weightless as he drifted down.

    He summoned his shardblade to his hand and made a few quick slashes with it as he did the same quarter lashing on them and drifted down on top of them landing without sound on the forest floor. He glanced around to make sure he was alone and dismissed his sword allowing Sun to return to his normal state. Content that he was away from town and unlikely to be disturbed he set down his small pack and began pulling out the few items he needed.
     
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    The waves of magic faded, leaving him in a field of low grass and rough earth. He collapsed softly, lying on his stomach and his vision went out of focus while he felt the lack of his power. That last trick really did it - He wasn't so out for years and now he was powerless.
    He didn't fall asleep but the flow of time played tricks on him, now allowing him to know if it was only a few minutes of several hours but eventually his strength found him and he managed standing up.

    There was nothing around him but the same grass and earth layout he rested in, stretching far between distant mountains and a dusty road that crossed the valley he found himself in. He looked around. The mountains in front of him were closer than those behind and the edges of a forest could be seen halfway up the ridge where the road lead. He walked to the road and started following it thinking that with those distances there must be some civilization profiting from the vast landscape. Without enough power to use his enchanted inventory and knowing he shouldn't stretch himself any more than he did after a mass magical drain a village, a town or a city, anywhere with enough water and food is what he needed right now.

    The road went from the straight line that crossed the valley to twists and turns, carrying him up the mountains and into a vast forest that continued to the other side of the ridge and far to the horizon. Shadows of clouds and the dance of sunlight beams filtering through the thick growth toyed with his usually keen sense of direction but as long as he followed the road, he told to himself, he'll find a bed and cooked meal.

    After a long while of walking in the forest the clouds darkened, the air got thick with the smell of rain and thunders began to roar. His cloak and boots didn't let the rain soak in his clothes, keeping him dry and traveling-able but just as Magus thought he'll have to lie on his back to drink from the rain he heard voices somewhere in the forest ahead of him. As exhausted as he was the voices gave him hope, convincing his feet to push further down the road.
     
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    Vale stumbled for a while, smelling the cooling air. Her legs felt like iron, heavy and useless. After ten strange years, shackling herself to the ground was as unnatural as the moist scents that permeated around her. Despite that, she was not prone to complain. The land itself was unusual – and something about it did feel homely and open.

    It was no wonder that the Grennians called it Zihin-Kutsal: 'Mind Sanctuary'.

    The elf paused a moment, feeling the memory of the desert lands – and the inevitable sting of bitterness that came with it.

    Another scent caught the air, but it didn't take long to find the source of it – after all, he'd been tracking her for a good couple of minutes. Her eyebrows furrowed, fixed on the man. Her eyes tried to peer through his gleaming spectacles.

    Eyeing the bow and sword, she folded her arms, gritting her teeth as she felt the cuts sting her skin. His arms were up, but that could have meant anything. Cautiously, a hand went to her holster, staring at the anxious stranger.

    Because that's just what she needed.

    'You,' she said flatly, 'where's a tavern?'
     
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    Vare was slightly taken aback when his questions were completely ignored and she posed one of her own. "A tavern?" He said, his voice betraying his confusion. "You need a healer." He gave her another once over before turning his gaze towards the sky as it seemed to open up. Rain began to pelt them gently as it slowly trickled through the thick cover overhead. By the time the drops reached them they were heavy from collecting on leaves the whole way down. He blinked water from his eyes and turned back to Vale. A sigh escaped him as he considered his options. He couldn't leave her out here injured and bleeding, and in the rain no less. "Come with me," he said with a gesture before walking down the muddy path.
     
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    Reier stood ready when the storm hit. In front of him sat five earth broams- all that remained of the small fortune he'd had when he'd left Roshar with Dazith each was a glass sphere almost the size of his thumb an emerald inside that took up almost the entire thing. He already stripped down to his his pants hanging is coat and shirt on a nearby branch in anticipation of the storm. As soon as the first bolt of lighting flashed over him he called forth his power feeling the familiar violent surge that was an echo of the turbulent storm above him rage through his body and pushed it into the stones. Immediately the five emerald broams began to glow brighter than a lantern casting a soft green light into the artificial clearing in the dense trees he'd cut out. He frowned as one cracked. It was to be expected the stones were never intended to be used invested repeatedly by a surgebinder. Even after spending power on the stones after the meal he'd had he was still bursting and his own skin was glowing just as bright as the emerald with the stormlight rising off him like steam and casting as much light as the spheres on the ground.

    Content that he had stored away a little power he picked up the rough bar of soap and set about the other familiar ritual of every Knight Radiant and began washing himself with the rain. He barely flinched as a stray bolt of lightning struck his chest hitting the regrowth pendant hanging from it's leather thong. As long as he was calling the storm inside him nothing shy of a crushing blow to the head could kill him.
     
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    Magus walked down the road and found himself sidestepping. It wasn't a canny dodging move he used - The long day, the use of an absurd ammount of magic, the general cloud that hovered over his mind all were weighing down on him. He made a couple more steps just to make sure he could keep walking and looked around untill he found a long stick. Grabbing it and thrust one end to the ground to make sure it can support the weight and kept walking forward, stick first. The voices he heard earlier were taken by the storm and he trudged on, long rhythmic steps compensating for his tired handling.
    Minutes passed by and a lightning bolt hit the ground far ahead of him, leaving him to hope he won't walk into a fire.
    A bend of the road and a crackling thunder later he saw a couple of figures. They were some distance ahead of him and the storm seemed to stop his shouts from reaching their ears. Magus hastened his step and kept calling every now and again knowing full well that these two might be his only chance for conversation for days.
     
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    'Unless you have some rum at this healer of yours, you're taking me to a tavern, boy.' Promptly, the she-pirate yanked her hat onto her hair, puffing her chest out, glaring at the stranger. Lackamar's Frenzy, how hard was it to be indifferent to her?

    There again, Four-Eyes was already walking off.

    Her wounds burned, snipping and snarling against her skin - but the sudden, cold softness of rain had started to fall. Vale looked up, the scent of freshness rising and the damp swirled between the inhabitants. A strange fullness swept across the land.

    As did a calling nearby.

    A pointed ear vaguely twitched. She sighed.

    Another loony.
     
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    Reier paused as he rinsed rinsed the last of the soap from his hair.

    "Is that... shouting?" A puff of light escaped his mouth as he spoke. Stead floated by on his back smiling.

    "The thunder makes it hard to say Rei. but I think it's from that direction." Reier sighed as he tugged on his shirt and coat. He scooped up the spheres into his small pack and slung it over his shoulder. He glanced around and picked up a small twig barely longer than his finger and used a reverse lashing on it and smiled as the falling rain was pulled towards the stick and away from him leaving him dry. Of all his abilities only skimming took less light than a reverse lashing and it would last as long as he maintained contact and fed it stormlight. As the water collected around the tiny stick it eventually out weighed his lashings ability and ran down to the ground sounding like the decorative waterfalls of the gardens he'd grown up near.

    He nodded to the spren and watched him move out of the sphere of light cast by him looking for the source of the sound as he began moving through the trees in the direction Steadabercyn had indicated, at the same time he felt the comforting hum of Sungealsanmes against his skin under his arm. It took a special talent for a person to see either spren if they didn't want to be seen and so far he hadn't met anyone on this world that had it though the few people he'd run across that claimed to practice the worlds magic had known little more than minor tricks.
     
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    Vare frowned slightly at the pointedness of the word boy as it passed the elf's lips like a bullet. He turned back to her when he noticed she wasn't following him. It seemed, he thought, that she was going to be stubborn about this. He sighed and scratched the back of his head. "I," he said, pausing awkwardly. "I do not know any healers. I do not really know anyone, not very well at least. There might be something to drink at my house and I know some medicine so I would like to take you there first. We can go to a tavern after I have examined you." He stopped abruptly, flushing red and casting his gaze to the forest floor. "I-I did not mean," he stammered quickly. "Not examine. I meant, see to your wounds." The hunter would've liked to be anywhere else at that moment. He could shoot a boar twice the size of a man without a second thought, but put a woman in front of him and he was useless.

    Despite his embarrassment he heard something that brought him back. It sounded like shouting. Bow and arrow seemed to materialize in his hands as he drew them so smoothly that it might have seemed he'd been holding the weapon the entire time. His eyes were quick, darting around the forest in search of the shouting. With his arrow notched he stepped around a tree and peered down the path further. He blinked back the rain water and a figure came into focus, a man by the look of it. He brought his bow up and silently drew the string to his cheek before lowering it almost immediately. His target could barely walk, a stick thrust haphazardly into the mud with his every step. He looked ready to collapse at any moment.

    Vare turned back to the elf woman, flushing slightly again as he remembered his recent blunder. "The forest is small today, it seems," he said softly, more composed. "This one is in worse shape than you, if I had to guess." He turned back to the shambling figure and called out, "Hoy!" Waving his arm as he did. The bowman moved away from Vale, glancing at her curiously as if he feared she might run off before moving towards the new figure. His arrow was back in the quiver and his bow had found itself once again slung across his chest. When he approached the newcomer he offered the a man a cursory once over. Other than being fatigued to the point of falling over, the man seemed healthy enough. Even so, he still made a point to ask, "Are you alright?"
     
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    As the man chattered, Vale's eyebrows began to furrow, watching him verbally sink into the hole he was digging. She never broke eye-contact, enjoying the sight of him sweltering under his buffoonery. In her silence, she took note of his good intentions and the excellent job he was doing of butchering it completely.


    Her head tilted slightly, a tendril of hair loosening from the hat, sticking to her cheek and neck. She studied him, unflinching when he brandished his bow, pointing an arrow towards the gloom. Her nose twitched slightly, but she made no motion to follow suit. She had no powerful sense to speak of – no legendary racial-alertness.


    But guts? She could trust guts.


    They defined survival.


    Hers determined that the strange, stammering idiot was no fool in the art of hunting.


    Interest flicked past her sharpening eyes. Her head tilted towards the noise, but nothing more. Her body ached too heavily for such wasteful movement.


    If there was shouting, there was no immediate threat. No distant scuffling. No hush in the air. No further creaks of wilderness.


    Like a mute sentinel, the half-elf watched.
     
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    The shaky man stopped when a bow was raised his way, sending him to wonder if he should have made friends that could aid him when so far away from home. He stared at the man clinging hard to his stick which was his only defense, the rain pouring hard making the trees around him alive, he licked his lips, tasting the large droplets and waiting for fate to pull on the string of time.

    The man lowered the bow and not only that - he shouted back. 'Thank goodness' the man thought, the archer got closer and it seemed they'll be talking, much better than dealing with shot arrows. The mage was satisfied to hear a familiar language and gestured with his hand as to ease the other man's worry "Yes, I just need food and water, and rest." He paused for a moment to return his hand to his walking stick and added "I have been on the road for a long time, is there an inn close by?"
     
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    A tavern, an inn. Everyone needed to go somewhere it seemed. Vare was acutely aware of Vale watching him. She seemed intent upon him. He was also aware of the hair that clung to her cheek and neck. A part of him wanted to brush it back for her, even though he knew it would probably get him stabbed. He banished the thought from his head, cursing himself for thinking such things about someone he had just met. "Here," he said to the stranger, offering him strips of dried meat he produced from the folds of his cloak. "That is all I have on me right now. If you can walk, there is an inn not too far from here. We just have to make it to town. Drink the rain when you can and follow me."

    He turned back to Vale. Her eyes bore into him and he was forced to stare at the ground. "You are in luck," he said to her in a voice that was less than enthused. "He looks about ready to fall over so we need to get him to an inn to dry off and rest. Looks like you get your tavern." The hunter tore strips from his forest green cloak, cutting at it with his sword. He held out a few of the strips for her to take. "Tie off what you can. I will help with what you cannot handle yourself."
     
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    He took the meat from the bowman and looked to his feet, raising each from the ground in turn as if checking them "Yes, I can walk. Thank you."
    He took a moment to stand and focus on tearing at the meat, chewing a few and swallowing. Before long he had the last strip in hand "When we get there, the food and drink is on me, for you too!" he shouted at the man who now was near the she-elf. He tucked the last piece between his lips, chewing on it slowly to cherish his first meal in a while and started walking toward the two with renewed strength.
     
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    Stead reappeared as a ribbon slithering through the trees.
    "Looks like the guy that was shouting ran into two others and is talking to them now." Reier nodded and turned around, if he had already found help then his help wasn't needed. "Rei, you can't go yet."

    "He found help Stead, there's nothing else I can do for him. I don't know this world and two people from here will be more help than me."

    "He's exhausted Rei, and one of the people he met is injured." It would be easy to walk away go back to town and rest. He had enough coins left that he could buy a few more meals. But even if he wasn't on Roshar, even if this wasn't a Desolation he was still a Knight Radiant and he still lived by the Ideals of the two orders his spren bound him to.

    "Ten fools be damned. Stead if I get stabbed again because of this I'm going to be pissed. Lead the way I'll keep up." He took off at a run behind Stead as he took on the appearance of a comet the. As he ran he reached into his pouch and pulled out three of the vials of metal he carried and swallowed the contents feeling the storm inside him burst back to life, if nothing else he would need the added power to use regrowth. He kept running ignoring the fact that he was making a lot of noise.
     
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    Vale crinkled her nose, staring at the worn traveller, nodding vaguely towards him, as if encouraging him to finish the meal. She looked away, glancing between the trees once again before looking at the two men, her eyebrows furrowing with displeasure.

    She was prepared to snap, but she allowed her features to express the indignation. With it, a brusque wave ushered the cloth away. A hand self-consciously landed against her body, pink sneaking up her neck.

    She looked to the limping man, eyeing his stick before peering at his eyes as he came closer.

    Hezul's beard. Where the hell did they all come from?

    'You a local like the cloth-shaver here-?'

    Suddenly, a sound. She looked at the limping man for a moment, accusatory before her hand reached for her holster. Her teeth gritted, her demeanour changing in seconds. Her body hunched, as if ready to pounce, looking beyond, listening out for the sound.

    Running.

    A crackle across her skin. The ripples of power, scattering across the floor.

    Whatwascomingwhatwascomingwhatwhatwhat... what...
     
  20. Nevermore

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    Curse my eyes, the hunter growled inwardly at himself as he became acutely aware of the elf's appearance again. Despite her ragged appearance, the obvious, yet subtle rage in her body language, despite the sharpness of her mouth that looked like a whip ready to flay a man dead, despite the marks that marred her flawless skin she was gorgeous. Of course she was. He could tell she wasn't too thrilled about it personally, obviously her profession (pirate if he had to take a guess) didn't demand beauty so why would she waste effort on it? Regardless of whether or not he was presuming too much (he felt he was) the truth was in her heritage. It was part of being an elf.

    Even though he couldn't focus on her for more than a few seconds at a time, his nervousness forcing his eyes away every time they fell upon her, he still managed to recognize the pink on her neck. A lock of her hair that clung to her cheek and neck begged to be tucked behind a delicately pointed ear. He nearly cursed aloud. Damn and fire, was he a character in a romance novel? Where were these thoughts even coming from? His face flared with a blush that the rain was powerless to quench. He barely heard her speak. The strips of torn cloak hung loosely in his grip.

    But he did hear something. All at once he went from nearly shaking to pieces to cold and calculated. The rain seemed to fall in slow motion around him. His breathing slowed and he moved perfectly. Something, someone was approaching them, quickly. She had fallen, thrown from her ship. This man could barely stand and didn't seem to be from these parts. Neither of them seemed to be an immediate threat. Whatever was approaching had no such excuse. Vale moved, ready to attack or flee. He had stopped paying attention to everything but the sound of crunching undergrowth so he couldn't say which one it was. Forest green fabric scattered the wet ground as once again the bow was raised.

    His demeanor was radically different now that it had been since he first met Vale. He didn't speak. He didn't look at either of his two new companions. An arrow was nocked silently as his sharp eyes stared coldly towards the approaching crashing. The arrow was drawn back as the outline of a man came into view, barely visible through the trees and rain. He suspected it might have been a large boar, but the hunter couldn't say whether or not he was pleased to see a man. A man could be far more dangerous than a boar. The bow tilted slightly, a last second adjust for the size of his target, and the arrow was loosed. He had aimed for a shoulder. Even when assuming the worst, he did not wish to murder a potentially innocent man. His aim was true so this man would be safe, but stunned.