Hendrick caught the smile Brianne gave him. "If we got the time and we make it through this mission alive, I'll tell you what happened when we get back, privately." Hendrick said, just as Roxanne caught up to them. He could surpress the smile that formed on his face from Roxanne's remark, so eager to prove herself and be of use. Brianne warned them about Grayson not giving quick and clean deaths, atypical werewolf behaviour, maybe more human than others. Normally they'd go for the throat and get it over with. She then asked them to abandon ship if things went wrong. "I ain't leaving you behind to die." Hendrick said, he had made the same claim countless times before and he intended to keep it. Then Roxanne's phone started to make some odd noises and out of nowhere some odd bloke appeared and called his phone antique. "This some new feature I never heard about?" Hendrick muttered, then turned to Paragon "It may be antique but it's reliably like all hell and if it prevents people from appearing out of nowhere, I think I'm not upgrading my phone for a few more years." He was half-joking, but it was true, he didn't exactly need people appearing out of nowhere because of his phone. And he liked it that way. This bloke seemed reluctant to work together with them and even admitted it, good. Hendrick wasn't going to deny help even if he didn't like the fact that this bloke appeared without explanation and without knowing him at all, he would remain guarded.
"Not so fun when you're on the receiving end of people acting like they are superior now is it?" Conrad couldn't help but say in Vance's response in calling Conrad's words sanctimonious. Damian returned saying Florica would be alright, well that was a relief. Thea then asked if they could decide later and just get home first. "Yes we can, never said it had to be done right now." They then followed the girl towards the pipeworks where they met Doon, again it looked as if Conrad could fit right in with these people and no one would notice if the amount of people was large enough that was. People then had to split up into pairs and Thea seemed to have loosened up a little bit seeing she went with the girl. Vance went with Shani which was hardly a surprise, so he could choose between doon and Zephyros and for Conrad the choice was easy. "Doon, if you do not mind, I would go with you. I'm Conrad." He said walking over to the man and holding out his man. He looked at the map of the sewers "And if Shani and Vance are going to explore this area, we could go and check this part." The young nobleman stated refering to the numbers 10 through 19.
Hendrick thought about it all, the opportunity to solve the other problem with Slavko, it was a good one, but then Brianne would go in alone, they either stuck together now or it was waiting for the next corpse. He took his old reliable brick from Brianne's hand. Roxanne seemed to be quite enthousiastic to have him tag along. The decision had been made and while he was reluctant to go along with it. He took out his Stele and started marking himself, one for invisibility, one for strength, one for stamina and one for healing. He wouldn't need the speed, if he needed it then he would be dead. He felt a bit better, not sure of his abilities, but he figured he could atleast try. He walked through the Institute making a decent speed for the armoury, switching his bow around for one with a little lighter draw weight, it would have less force behind it, but it would be easier on him. He then made decent speed for the door, he got better and better at keeping his pace without too much discomfort. When he reached the front door, he found Brianne, he had probably been on the late side of things. "Not going to let you jump into hell alone, no matter how easy for us our mantra claims it is." Hendrik said, she had been twirling her hair around her finger. "And thanks for the offer to the trip to Alicante, but I'd rather pass that one up." He said with a grin on his face. Part of him wanted to go back to Idris, to the land where he grew up, but alas.
Alexander snorted at Damion's remark regarding him being the violent one. Wilkin sighed when Koldo ranted about how the bloke thought Lexander was impressive and sure, Koldo was right in calling bullshit on that. "You know if he really is so in awe of Lexander's powers, you really think he can grasp the full extent of our power?" Wilkin said, sure his abilities weren't as obvious as Koldo's or Damion's but his power was not to be underestimated. "Koldo you may be interested in the what's in it for us, well we get to measure our powers against something presumably worthy of it's fury, what I would like to know is the why, not that I am passing it up if the why's aren't really my thing, but just out of curiosity." It's not like he couldn't find out if he wanted to. "Well, we got it pretty good here and got practicly everything so what do we ask for? Actually some nice and quiet cliffside cottage, like on a cliff near the ocean would seem nice to me and no not sharing it with any of you, I'd like things to keep it in one piece. With maybe a shepherd's dog while we're at it." Wilkin reasoned, he liked the peace and quiet, especially that of the mind, not just his mind but that of others as well, it was so sweet. That peace and quiet that he would turn into chaos or emptiness was something he liked sadly with this bunch of savages running around, there hardly was any peace and quiet so he was glad the manor had large gardens so he could get away if he wanted.
The Andaran Prince took note of the names of his two travelling companions, finally names to go with the faces. Whether it would be a long stay or not was not for him to know right now. "Pleased to meet you." The Prince replied in kind as he lead the way towards where the shard camp was that he had been refering to, telling a little bit about himself as they went and when they asked about him. The journey towards the camp went off without a hitch and they soon arrived at the camp of the Shards of hope, they had already been seen approaching the camp and a small patrol of people had been sent out to meet them. Demanding why they were here. As the Prince introduced himself and explained that his two companions wanted to join the Shards. The leader of this small patrol verified some things with his superior and after their identities had been verified for as far as that was possible, which just meant for himself. They were told they should be headed for the main encampment of the Shards because they were an unusual assortment of people and apparantly the Leader might be interrested in speaking to him. They were then guided to the aforementioned main encampment, where the soldier reported to his Captain what had happened, who they were and why they were there. The Prince himself still didn't really want to participate in this war but if the leader wanted to talk to him then so be it, he would hear whatever the man would say, make a consideration and then either leave or stay. This wasn't his war to begin with all that needed to be done had been done and he was done.
Hendrick laughed at what Brianne's response was to his observation "Well you could strip us of our runes and we'll be Mundies, we won't know anything, not a danger to anyone." He joked as he thought of the offer. On one side he could get back out there and it would beat being locked in here without a soul to speak to. Damn they should get a cat or something for this place, just to liven it up a little when you were alone. "I don't know... I really don't I'd keep at the back and support with the bow but I doubt I'm up for it given my shoulders are among the worst targeted areas... bloody vampire claws..." Hendrick reasoned "On the other hand I would probably crawl up the freaking walls since it's so damn quiet with no one around. But I think I got no other choice really, I'll just do some exercises or do some reading." He really didn't like it, but if he came along he would be a burden and that wouldn't help at all, he then took out his own phone an older model, the shaped generally compared to a brick with the same resilience and coloured in a nice shade of blue. He tossed it to Brianne "Why don't you do it yourself." He swallowed the joking comment about trying to keep that one in one piece just for keeping the peace.
Veceslav kept to himself outside with Derrick's horse as he kept the gentle creature company as Derrick and Veera had gone inside. Eventually he heard Veera yell at him asking him if he was still alive. He tied the horse down and cast a quen on the rope so it couldn't be cut. He then made his way up the stairs and went to where he had heard Veera's calling from. He found her in the hallway cleaning one of her wounds. She was pulling her armour back on. "Bloodied, but still unbroken." The Crow said. "How are the wounds?" Then sleep crashed into him and he yawned, he hadn't noticed how tired he had become from all the fighting. Witchers didn't need sleep but he felt like he could do so now if he lay down for it. But the city wasn't safe and someone would have to keep watch over the others while they slept and he didn't trust the vampire not to murder them in their sleep, so he would hold watch over his scions. Alastar held his dane axe in one hand as he lead the way, Treasa had said they'd better not get seperated at all. He kept an eye behind him to see if Treasa was still following him around. When he heard the bowstring discharge behind him he wheeled around to see his neice with her bow in hand he couldn't exactly see what she had fired at so he took a few steps back as his neice walked away. He could see the body of the man she had shot. That bloke really should have thought of a carreer change. He went back on slowing his pace making sure his neice could keep up with him. She had taken note of the fact that there were no guards among the dead. She was nearly going to throw up of the stench and it smelled bad alright, but after fighting a Zeugl not much made him throw up. "Don't think they did, sold out to whoever did this for their own safety..." Alastar said grimly "Cowards, every last one of them..." So many dead, if the City guard had done something it maybe wouldn't have been this bad. This wasn't a battle, this was a massacre. They moved throughout the city carefully, those foolish enough to not run and Alastar really did give them a chance to be smart for once but those that didn't back down and realised too late in horror they were dealing with a briliant team soon felt their lives escape their grasp as they fell to either thrown axe or arrow. Eventually they happened upon what had been an inn or tavern with a horse tied outside, he looked at the rope and found it had been shielded by what clearly had been a quen sign "Witchers..." Alastar said more to himself than anyone else. "Alright, they can't be far from here...." Alastar said this time less . "ANY BROTHERS HERE?" The Bear school witcher belowed, his voice resounding throughout the section. It was answered by a few low growls and in the shadows he could see movement. Not good, he put his Dane axe on his back and got out the silver coated axe. "Treasa, stay sharp... I don't like this at all...." Alastar said as he looked around trying to spot what he thought had heard. He was surprised they would be here already it normally took them longer but he didn't think much of it.
Hendrick had been watching Roxanne perform her gymnastics. She was really good at it and he watched her with a smile on his face. Until she nearly kicked Brianne in the face, he swallowed and said "Well damn, close one, Rox" Hendrick said as he looked at his superior who wasn't amused by this. "But, damn you do a bloody great job at that." He said to Roxanne. He listened attentively to what Brianne had said. So Alarick was here, just bloody terrific. Just the person whom he had wanted to see here in these days. Mr Perfect hadn't said a word during his trial. And now he really didn't want to run into him again, but it would probably impossible to avoid him now. "You're taking a very big risk here, Brianne. The Clave doesn't take lightly to rulebreaking." Hendrick stated "But hey they won't hear a thing from me." The Clave wouldn't hesitate to strip her off her rank, then again he wasn't aware of her record. Something that might save someone, like it had saved his own hide. "You do realise we'll be tortured regardless, since they don't know we know. It'll just be wasting their time making them more pissed when they get to you." Hendrick didn't mean any disrespect he was merely pointing out the most obvious flaw he saw with this plan but he understood the fact the sword needed to remain safe. "As for Masque, we lost him, no trail left behind. and it wouldn't be a big deal if it were normal circumstances but these are far from normal or ideal circumstances, now the hunters have joined the hunted." Hendrik didn't like it and he wish that Aethelric was there with him, but alas, no joy.
Treasa did bring up some points worthy of noting. However he forgot the way men could boast about such feats if it only were to impress the fairer gender. And the risk she mentioned was nothing compared to the so called glory of deluding a witcher. It hardly mattered he would end the blokes life if he ran into him again. No idle threats, but rather promises that needed to be kept. And it wasn't like that bloke wouldn't try anything himself after all he made the first threat, he however wouldn't show mercy if he was attacked. Treasa then was worried, he could hear it in her voice. Avenging a witcher aye that was something new, but they could handle it. Younger witchers fell all the time and it was more likely that it was a young one that had made mistake than a seasoned witcher that had died. Though it wasn't impossible. He figured that his neice worried about losing him too after all she had lost. And while it wasn't entirely impossible that would happen, he wasn't one to go into his grave quietly after all he was a bear. "It'll be alright, Treasa. There are other Witchers in town so it won't just be you and me." Alastar said as he put a hand on his neice's shoulder. They arrived at the city of Oxenfurt's Eastern gate and he turned to Treasa "If we get seperated, we'll meet back here. I won't leave you behind, Treas." Alastar said, despite being a witcher and a bear school witcher at that, he still had a soft spot for his neice. She was his family and not a lot of witchers could say they still were in touch with their families. It also was the last piece of family he had left and all they had was each other. He unslung his Dane axe and entered the city. It was a disaster, the city had clearly been in chaos, broken windows and broken down doors everywhere. He looked over his shoulder to Treasa, he was a bit reluctant then again she had seen some seriously bad things. If it was too much she always told him, generally afterwards or in an indirect way by having nightmares, but he generally found out. The Witcher and his neice wandered into the city, trying to either find the other witchers or survivors, directing those dopplers that wanted out to the refugee camp. While Tessa was hating on Sigmund and Seth had been rumaging through the things in the guest room, Sigmund had been making stew, the entire lower part of the house was filled with the scent of the stew, since it wasn't a bad day outside he got himself a bowl of stew and went to the front garden where he had a set of outdoor furniture for exactly these occasions, then again there generally was company around when he did this. While he sat outside in the sun he began to reconsider the punishment. The lad wanted a different punishment and well normally it wasn't really a choice was it? Take it or death, but Sigmund too old and tired for this young man's **** was going to reconsider. He thought of an alternative punishment, the girl he had attacked had been scarred badly unable to return to her previous line of work, and of course the emotional trauma she would have to recover from, yes that was it. Sigmund dug into his stew with a newfound smile on his face.
Hendrick looked at Brianne when she apologised that he couldn't rest. Roxanne had thanked him for the offer of help it was simple, they were all brothers and sisters in arms. And he had been blind to how broken the girl was. "Just leave the apologies at the door, I know you don't have a choice, the situation calls for all of us at full attention. I understand that, I'll try to do what I can." Hendrick said as he walked over to the fortified bunkroom they had been directed to. Walking went better as he went, finding ways to pain himself less. With Roxanne's help they got to the room faster, but he was confident he could get back to the room alone if necesarry fighting was a different question entirely though. Once in the emergency bunkroom, Hendrick sat down on one of the beds waiting for Brianne to come back.
His comment about the slot on the statue had been ignored, that was perfectly fine. Especially given that Rayyad hadn't even been sure whether or not the Ancient ones were entirely evil or not. He wouldn't bring it up again and merely watched as the wall opened up in front of them beyond it it was dark, he didn't exactly fear the dark itself, but the promise of hallucinations and the spiders from before he didn't like it at all. Not knowing what would be hiding under that darkness was something that bugged him. There was a light in the dark and he went over to inspect it. The statues in the dark weren't bothering him too much, they were simply statues, it wasn't as if they would come alive all of a sudden. He went over and inspected the statue that was holding the gem, he couldn't find anything that would appear for it to be a trap, so he reached out with steady hand and wrapped his fingers around the gemstone and took it in his hand. Tessa had been wondering if it couldn't be this easy and maybe it wasn't, but there was no going back now. Baldomar had parried the blows the wolves tried to land on him with his trusty warhammer, but the cowardly wolves clearly weren't hungry enough or they knew that if they stuck around they were gonna get hammered to death. Well then the wolves wanted to have a piece of him huh? He went over to one of the creatures and beat down on it with his fists. Baldy moved left-down (1 AP) Baldy used unarmed strike x 2 (8 AP)
Treasa had punched him in the shoulder for alledgedly bullying what she thought was an innocent man, it didn't hurt him at all, but it got the point across. Telling him to let them go, well he had left them behind them hadn't he? But she clearly had missed all the red flags he had seen. "They know of a dead witcher and the bloke is carrying Witcher swords, not looking like he could afford a legitimate pair of them. The bloke might as well have been the one to end the Witcher's life." Alastar said, as he walked down the road, he knew it might sound like paranoia to his neice but it wasn't an option to be discounted. And he had only brought it up when they were far enough removed from the duo so they wouldn't hear. "It was merely a manner of speech and I thought you enjoyed digging around in the earth just convenient it's also a way to dispose of corpses. But hey if you don't want corpse duty anymore, I think that could be arranged once I get a signed request for change of duties." Alastar said with a smile, her sense of humour while sometimes stricking his nerves rarely failed to get through to the Bear. "It'll be a long day alright, but we've seen bad before, we'll make it." Veceslav brought up the rear, following both Derrick and Veera through the city to the place where they had been, when they finally got to the Inn he felt kind of stupid for being unable to find them before. Veera was having difficulty walking and he would like to check the injury later on if there was a chance, if the spear had shattered her knee cap there might be a chance a sliver of bone would get suck between the bones. Actually they'd be better off finding a bloody surgeon for that. Veera seemed to have some trouble when Derrick was cutting down the peasants that were trying to steal his horse. Not the cleanest way of solving things, but he understood that there wasn't always the choice of how it turned out. When Veera muttered last one up would guard the horse he stayed with the horse, not even going up with them. If they needed him they knew where to find them. He stroked the horse across the front of it's head, gently. He was reminded he would have to find Hawk again before leaving this all behind, there was no way he would leave his loyal steed behind.
Treasa was entirely wrong in the fact that he wasn't thinking with the head on his shoulders, for he was actually trying to do so and not with the little head. Then she took the piss with the others and Alastar couldn't surpress a smile. He didn't miss a word of what his neice was saying about him exploding into fits of rage if he was asked to stick around for too long, she had hit the nail square on the head. This is also why he tried to avoid politics because it only was counter-productive and it involved a lot of sitting there looking pretty, neither of which he was good at. Then she struck a bit of a nerve about him being left at the Altar, he hadn't really made peace with that yet, taking contract after contract, always traveling so there wasn't any time to think idly and get saddened over this, eventhough it had been a few years ago, before Treasa had come to him. "That's enough, Treas" Alastar said, his voice only containing the vaguest hints of the painfull memory that he was reminded off, his overall tone was harsh. And Treasa knew him well enough to pick up the faint hints within his tone. He listened attentively to what was being said by the others, but he kept his eyes on Adolin, he didn't trust him and all the red flags didn't help either. And that is when Alanna uttered a wrong combination of words. This man, a Witcher? That was the biggest pile of pigsh*t he had ever heard being uttered. "That man, ain't a Witcher, just an imposter" Was all Alastar said, the message they were supposed to pass on gave him even more red flags. A non-witcher running around with witcher blades, knowing of a witcher being murdered, his fist tightened around the hilt of the throwing axe. The man left them with a threat. "I'll let it slide this time, but next time I will be burying your corpse." Alastar said, more promise than idle threat keeping his hand wrapped around the hilt of the throwing axe. He watched them leave and when they were far enough away, he turned to Treasa "We should go, we wasted enough time already..." He looked at the smoking church that she had pointed to before. This was gonna be a long day.
Hendrik watched Roxanne still avoid looking at him she said she was alright and able to handle it. "Good to hear, Roxanne and if you can't handle it anymore, you'll come to me, alright?" He asked the young girl, it wasn't easy dealing with your problems all alone, your own demons and while he knew he couldn't make everything right he could atleast be there for her. He did realise after his words from before she'd be reluctant to come to him not wanting to burden him, but it hardly mattered this situation called for unity. "It's not your fault, as the mundies say don't shoot the messenger and well this situation isn't exactly normal either. I'll be fine." He took note of the fact that Alarick was here, he had run into him a few times in Alicante, didn't really know him that much, more of an acquaintance than a friend. Hendrik couldn't help but smile when she said she would kill the ones who did this to him. Little did she know they were all dead, he was a bit fuzzy on the details but he was certain they were killed. But not just that also some Demon named Slavko, so he had been the cause of how broken this girl was and now Nicholas was on his bloody list. "No need to worry about those that did this to me, all four of them are dead." Hendrik said but his voice lacked any trace of pride in his acheivement "We'll find a way to banish that ******* for good. We'll do it together. You, Brianne, Nick and I." He said as he wanted to go out of the Infirmary with Roxanne's support. Just when they walked into the hallway, Hendik saw Brianne, she didn't look happy, not at all.
The Crow knew no mercy in his fighting duelling two of the dopplers simultaneously dodging, weaving and swirling between the blades, he was getting tired so he knew he had to end it quickly. Veera was trying to fight her own battle when she was taking a spear to her knee. His eyes widened as he still twirled, but it had been enough of a distraction as a mace hit him on the left side of his chest, sending him off balance, most of the damage was soaked up by the armour, but he could still feel something snap beneath. He fell on his back and rolled back onto his feet, crossing swords with his second opponent using his free hand to cast a close ranged igni at the person's face, before yielding his pressure on his sword, swirling around for a stab into the stomach. It was exactly this moment when Bryce was dropped onto the steeple and their opponents lost heart for their little skirmish and fled. Veera took the spear out of her knee and taking a swallow potion. He siltently prayed that she would still be able to walk, knee injuries were extremely tricky. He went over handing her an additional pair of swallow potions, had they not been caught so off-guard then he would have given them before. But the constant fighting just didn't leave much room for it. He handed her a small vial of Relict oil as well. He doubted they were out of the fire yet and it was best to be prepared. That's when the thought had occured to him. He should have made Hanged Man's Venom, but he hadn't exactly counted on fighting humans even in undead form. He looked at the chain mail he was wearing portion of it was torn from the hit of the mace and there was some blood flowing from the wound, but that could wait. It was then that Derrick joined them sending a crossbow bolt into one of the fleeing Dopplers, then he realised that he had left things at some inn room. He handed Derrick his own vial of Relict oil and pair of Swallow potions, vastly superior to what both of them could make for themselves, courtesy of a Viper school witcher that had taught him about them and his own research with Sigmund. "Veera's right, there is nothing left here for us, we should go. If you want to get your stuff, go get it, be careful, I don't want to lose someone else today." The Crow said wearily as he stood with Veera to look at the death of the instigator of all this. He had failed today, the loss of Aaron hadn't sunk in fully due to the constant need to fight but now it was ripping into him, despite not having known the lad for as long as Veera or Derrick, he still had cared about him, like he was his own son. He had been proven right once again to be hard on the younger ones, he had grown soft and someone else had died because of it. Alastar walked out of the camp and headed the road towards Oxenfurt his neice following him, the situation looked grim from afar and if what he had seen in the camp was anything to go by it was going to be a rough day. He hoped that the wounded one would make it, but it had looked atrocious. He put the thoughts away when someone called him over. He looked over first, to see a man and a woman. His Medallion was still going haywire and these two only seemed to add to it when he walked over to them. Same as the others then, the woman didn't look bad, he had to admit so the probability of her being a sorceress was a lot higher. There were no ugly sorceresses, it was simply the way things were, especially since they used their magic to make themselves look even pretier. But he was getting distracted. "Spit it out." Alastar said with his renowned lack of tact. He looked at the bloke that accompanied the woman, looking closely at him. The man was staring, his fists were clenched at his sides and his eyes were wide, he was extremely tense by the looks of things. He looked him over even further, a pair of swords, not just any sort of swords. Witcher swords. His eyes narrowed, the person in front of him lacked the cat eyes of a witcher and was carrying a pair of witcher swords. More so he didn't exactly look like the person who had enough money to get a pair legitimately. The swords of a witcher were like the quill of the poet, part of them they wouldn't leave them behind or treat them wrong. The swords appeared to belong to the Viper School judging from the pommel, Witcher swords had pommels that would give away what school the witcher belonged to. His hand moved closer to the hilt of one of his throwing axes, despite being meant as throwing weapons an axe was an axe. He wanted to keep a weapon close, since he far from trusted the man in front of him with how tense he was behaving and the fact he carried Witcher weaponry and not just that he carried more arms than that and he didn't like it at all.
Hendrik was laying in bed trying to entertain himself and keeping his thoughts occupied when Roxanne came walking in. She looked a bit bruised but nothing too bad, he let out a sigh of relief that she was alright, well nothing too bad she received or couldn't handle, nothing as bad as he had received. Then again he doubted she ran into four vampires at simultaneously. He took note of how Roxanne avoided looking at him. "Hey Roxi, come 'ere." Hendrik said gently, she clearly had been upset by what had happened to him and he felt bad about how he had treated her last night. "Are you alright?" He started to push himself up gritting his teeth as he still felt painful getting out of bed he stood unsteady on his feet. He shook trying to clear his vision that had just blurred from standing up. "I will be alright... give me a moment, need to get my bearings...." The older shadowhunter said, not really wanting to lie about it "I was told that I was supposed to stay in bed for two more days, but if Brianne wants to see me, then so be it...I'll be glad to get going again." Hendrik steadied himself and walked over to Roxanne, despite being unstable she was a rather sweet kid, just misunderstood. He hadn't known exactly what had happened to her to make her that way and maybe he had been a little bit too harsh in his judgement earlier, especially with the Cup gone they needed to stick together. Then some voice rambled on about how they were to be judged and he was getting annoyed with all these random voices and wanted to shut them out, but since he couldn't he simply ignored it.
These people didn't seem too pleased with his appearance, then again a lot of people had something against Witchers these days, he supposed it wasn't anything different here. Treasa tried to reassure everyone that they meant no harm saying he lacked tact, well he wasn't perfect, never claimed to be and he recognised this, not that it meant he would fix that problem any time soon. The bloke that had answered him grabbed hold of a spear which made Alastar's hand rest on the hilt of his silver axe, ready to grab it and get cracking if the situation called for it. The leader however told everyone to stand down, only when everyone else eased up and let their weapons lay close or sheathed them again did Alastar removed his hand from the hilt of the axe. He watched as they brought in another wounded refugee. The leader had said they were all simply peasants, what did they take him for? A drowner? He knew they weren't the peasants he claimed they were, but it hardly mattered. He stared when the medic helped the wounded comrade. He felt something tug at his sleeve, a familiar feeling by now, knowing full well it was his neice. She said something about them having to check for themselves what had happened. He supposed she was right, these people were too busy and he really didn't want to sit around more, though he could probably chop firewood for these people, if he really wanted to stick around and help, but that wouldn't get them anywhere. Alastar gave his neice a smile, such a sweet kid that one. She was right however to leave them to their mourning. "Yeah, yeah, you are right. I'm sorry." He admitted, but before that he walked to the leader and the person that was dying, for once he thought his words through carefully and spoke carefully "I'm sorry to bug you about it, but I'd say that if you were to clean the wounds and then singe them, your mate might have a better chance of survival, afterwards bandage them up, nice and tight, clean wounds and renew bandages daily to prevent the wounds from festering. Leave the bolts in until you can cauterize them." With that he left the encampment with Treasa in tow. They were going to Oxenfurt and if they found anyone that wanted to get out and find some safe place he'd refer them there. Not to bug the leader of the camp, but since it seemed like a safe place until whatever was happening in the city blew over.
Tessa had picked up the gemstone and nothing happened, as expected. She took it over to Rayyad who started rambling. Conrad had seen that there was a socket for something, presumably the gemstone that had been lying on the floor in front of the case. Tessa said she'd rather not have the case opened wheras Rayyad was curious as to what was inside. He went over when Rayyad warned them that there were hallucinations, deceit and an annoying amount of puzzles were ahead of them. Well no one ever said this expedition would be easy. "Ready and waiting." Conrad said "Well Rayyad, if you are curious there was a slot on the statue..."The hallucinations did scare him a little, but he didn't show it. He always perceived that everything around him was just as it is, no illusion. He feared he would be unable to distinguish what was real and what wasn't anymore and that's when it occured to him. The entire mystery with Tessa... what if that was all deception? All a lie, a cruel trick? But who would do that to him? What benefit would they get out of it? Puzzles he could handle there was always some sort of logic behind it and once you figured them out then you could easily solve them, hallucinations however seemed a lot more tricky and he didn't like it in the slightest. Baldomar laid his eyes upon the scrawny wolves that were attacking them. Poor little things hadn't eaten in a while, so he couldn't really blame them that they were going after this blasted cityfolk numbskull though he'd like it better if they went after Kevin instead, the high lord of numbskulls. He moved closer to Anthea as she didn't seem to be the kind of person to do well in a nice cuddle with these lovely little wolves. I mean all they wanted was a little bit of love was that too much too ask? Well a bit of love and some nice meat, who wouldn't want that? Well sadly the majority and sadly due to his own encouragement of Sythwir they had to save this idiot now, he'd better make himself useful in fighting or Baldomar would politely tell him to go find a purpose for his meaningless existance. Now time to shake things up a little bit. Baldy moved up 1 square(1AP) Baldy used Crag on the Hex above him to shield Anthea(4 AP 3 MP) Baldy took up a defensive stance (3 AP)
Veceslav ran after Veera, the sea of undead between them. Bryce was screaming they were his, trying to cull the horde single-handedly nice work from Derrick's behalf, he'd give the man a compliment later if there was a later. The crow had hands grasping at him, tearing at his arms and cloak and hear. He kept on going damn it. "Veera!" He tried to draw her attention as he went after her. The path she carved for herself closed between them and the Crow had to carve his own path. Using his sword, signs and bombs to get to her. He had to get to her. Veera had made it out of the crowd already and was fighting the bloke who had murdered Aaron, but it turned out there were 5 of them, bloody dopplers, all cowards. They were rambling about a Messiah how Bryce was a part of every single Doppler. Little did they know he had met Seth, Tessa and Zack who didn't appear to be sharing that desire for vengeance. And where there was one dissenter there were more. They were wrong they just didn't want to see the truth dangling right in front of their faces. Veceslav redoubled his efforts to link up with his scion. When he finally did break through he witnessed the guises of Bryce fighting Veera. "Funny how you all pretend to be honourable, but every time you gotta fight you do so unfairly. If you truly believe him to be your Messiah well be prepared to lay down your lives for him then!" The Crow belowed as he joined into the fight evening out the odds a little bit, crossing blades with one of the Bryce impersonaters The Witcher had asked the people passing them in the night why they were traveling, it wasn't odd that people did that, but in such numbers struck him as odd. He had let Treasa sleep by the campfire as he did so. It turned out that something big was going on in Oxenfurt. That the city was under attack, the guards didn't do anything and monsters were rampaging through the streets trying to murder anything they could get their hands on. Witchers apparantly had already made their way to the city but the situation just seemed like a gigantic mess. Well this sounded like some good fighting, he had meditated for the remainder of the night, watching over his great neice. When the day broke he informed Treasa of what was happening and where they were going. They had something for breakfast cleaned up their campsite and went on their way through the woods towards Oxenfurt. The smoke above the city was a clear indication that hell was being raised there. However they came across a refugee camp in the woods, it never hurt to get an idea as to what was going on in the city, since the peasants hadn't really been all that informative and specific as to what was happening in that place. He walked into the camp and felt his medallion vibrate, monsters, all of them. Vampires didn't come in these numbers, nor did mages so that left Dopplers or a mixed bag of them. In the middle of the camp he stopped, filled his lungs with air and shouted loudly as to get everyone's attention "Who's in charge here?!" Sigmund remained calm throughout Seth's outburst as the man ranted. He had already expected it when he had replied in the flat tone that he was fine. Seth also with guilt spoke realising his mistake as to what he had done. "Since when do you decide what is supposed to be and what isn't? You didn't know anything about her and took your chance for a cruel game. Understandable in a way, but as they say what goes around comes around." The mage said calmly. Seth then lost his **** and got angry, at the world. How it had done him such an injustice by having him meet Tessa. "You may want to turn around" Sigmund said gesturing to the doorway where Tessa stood who had heard most of his outburst who then came walking in and bandaged Seth's hands and cried. "I don't expect you to lay down and die, as I already said had that been your punishment you would not have been here at all. Veceslav would have ended your life in a single swing of his sword. Oh no, I have something better in mind. Because clearly you cared for the girl here in a Novigrad brothel so much that you deemed it necesarry to end her suffering. Well then, if you care so much about her. I think it reasonable you care for her as well." Sigmund said again in his calm voice. Seth had enough on his hands already. "As for you, Tessa, you can stay here to recover. Stay with Seth and if either of you need anything let me know. You two appear to be having something to catch up on so I shall leave you two alone." Despite it being his study, he left the room and went for the kitchen to make himself and his guests some food.
The Andaran Prince merely watched as Requiem, Anthem and Veera after a little bit of a discussion as to what they would do, he heard the girl in the constructs arms speak and listened to what she said, when she said she wasn't wearing anything he took note of it to not look at her, after all it was not decent to do so. He heard her ask who it was that the construct spoke to. The construct asked him if he knew where they could enlist with the Shards of Hope, hadn't the construct asked him before if there were any safe places left in this world where the war would not touch them? And now they wished to participate in this war? If they deemed it right then fine. "I am Varraki." The Prince started off, bowing his head as he did. "As for your question, construct, I have an idea as to where you should go to join up with the Shards of Hope, I can lead you there if you wish." The Prince had paid attention to troop movements, eventhough he didn't really want to join into this war it never hurt to know where troops were and he had knowledge of a Shard encampment not too far away. Zahariel listened to what the Inheritor was telling him. The magnificent cities and fortresses were but dust. It was to be expected, they would carefully try to excavate something. He doubted much if anything at all was left to find. The Inheritor explained to him the progress of his requests the setbacks on the seals were unfortunate but not crippling and despite the Inheritor's assurances he still wrote his responses. "Unfortunate, if the units find anything they are not to touch it. The setbacks with the seals is unfortunate, but not unexpected." He wrote again in the elegant handwriting. "I wil await further news." He finally spoke "This AVENGER, what could you tell me about it? It sounds like you have been dedicating quite a few resources to it."
