Conrad had been trying to figure out how to open the case, when Tessa asked him something. He looked at her and inspected the set-up again. The gemstone appeared to just be laying there not in a socket or anything. He looked up trying to see if anything would magicly come down if they took the gem but he didn't see anything up there. "It appears to just be lying there, not seeing anything here. Since you found it, the honours of claiming it are yours as well." He said. He didn't say that if anything would happen then he was right there with her. He decided to turn back to the stone case near the statue to see if he could find a way to open it. He hadn't heard anyone object to it anyways so he might as well see what he could find here. Rayyad might be interested in whatever was in the case as well if they could open it.
Username: Evil incarnate Character Name: Czeslaw Alastar Farrell Age: 68 Gender: Male Race: Witcher Appearance: https://historymaniacmegan.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/freyr.jpg Bio:As a young lad, Alastar had been taken for Witcher training with the Bear school of witchers. He passed through his training passing all tests and trials as he became a full-fledged Witcher. He traveled the world on the path, making a name for himself. Eventually his great neice found her way to him and explained what had happened, Alastar changed his personal diary to pen in a slaughter, Treasa with him, they taught the bandits a valuable lesson that they would keep with them for the rest of their lives, which was about 5 minutes. Since Treasa had no one else left, Alastar let her join him and they travelled where ever the Path would lead them. Occupation: Bear School Witcher Weapons: Dane axe, Silver coated axe Secondary Weapon: A set of Throwing axes Powers (For Mages Only): The Signs Other: Great uncle of Treasa
Hendrik lay in bed as Brianne still blamed herself more for what had happened to him. "Listen, Brianne, that I was injured wasn't your fault. We're Nephilim all of us get injured at one point or the other. The person who has stolen the Cup is to blame for this, they riled up the Downworlders to rebel. The bastards who did this to me paid with their lives, every single one of them. I know you worry since on paper I am one of your charges, but you needn't worry about me. I have endured far worse and well look at this, still here." It wasn't entirely true that he had endured far worse very often as he implied and it hadn't been much worse since his parabatai had always been at his back, just like he had his parabatai's back. However he had been on the receiving end of the Clave's anger. "And well, here is where I'll stay if it's up to all the perfect examples of Nephilim in Alicante..." He said, but Brianne was already walking away he was uncertain as to whether or not she had heard him. He let himself lie down on his back again and sighed. He really was the lucky one wasn't he, nearly getting himself killed apparantly. He didn't remember much of what had happened after the fight or how he had gotten back to the Institute, had she found him out on the street somewhere? Well she clearly was worried about his well being, so he decided not to throw the advice of the Silent Brother out of the window, the situation must have been hard on her. Such a young leader of an Institute, it would be hard on even the most experienced leaders to keep their flocks together in these dark times, better to not add even more problems to her already mounting pile of them. In the end he knew they were Nephilim and couldn't just sit around, they had to guard humanity against the demons and renegade downworlders and well to protect sometimes meant to lay down one's life and he both didn't mind when it was his turn and dreading that day when it would happen.
Out of bloody nowhere reinforcements arrived with Vyle helping them out, Veceslav fought at the vampire's side aiding him in the fight. He claimed that this was the doing of a certain Solomon, the mage from before perhaps? Yes but that meant... He could have prevented this obscenity if only he had known and cut the tresspasser down where he had stood in the Kaer. "What people? What room?" Veceslav inquired as Veera made mention of them. Tatiana perhaps? Aaron had been looking for her after all. When she mentioned who these were, he knew Tatiana was among them. When Aaron linked up with them again they now knew where to find him. Then some insignificant person arrived demanding their attention, he threw a small bag of attention his way and then just went back to defending himself. When he mentioned a he and dying he did glance again only to realise in horror he was holding on to the head of Aaron. When he had asked where the skill with his sword and magic was he used a lull in the fighting to reload his crossbow and when this bloke held up the head in his hands he merely fired the crossbow, not at the instigator, oh no, Derrick was having his fun with that or atleast attempting to. No he fired off the bolt at his accomplice, parrying a blow of an undead with his sword, then cutting it's head off, reloading and sending another crossbow bolt at the accomplice also known as Fiel. Veera's scream tore into him, he himself was angry as well, but this wasn't just anger. This was agony and she lunged forward towards Bryce. Derrick shouted that she had to be stopped, telling the Vampire to do so he was unsure if it was a good idea, but there was no time to object. He went after her, carving a path as he went. Something had happened to her and he had a few of the pieces in his hands. However he knew that in these times she needed the familiar, not the unfamiliar of the Vampire. Sigmund was working on some research when Seth came in. "Ah yes, sit down, young man." The old mage said as he put the books away and turned to him. "Firstly could you tell me your name, it makes it easier to refer to you don't you think. Now, how are you feeling?" It might struck as an odd question to Seth, but Sigmund had a reason. "Was I wrong that you now understand how it feels to have a love one hurt for no reason. Do you have a clue as to what you have done to the family of that poor girl?" If he didn't understand he would make him understand and he knew exactly how he would do that. He knew a few magic techniques that could help him in getting it through even the most stubborn of minds to make them understand. "What do you think will be your punishment for what you did? Actually what do you think you deserve as punishment?" The answers to these questions would help the mage to get an understanding of the inner machinations of the young mans mind
Conrad sighed as Rayyad misunderstood him "My bad, I should have clarrified, I was volunteering to get the gem, not holding up that gate I doubt I'd be able to do that...." Was it truly his fault or was it also on the cultural divide between them. Rayyad did as he said and Conrad had proven to be right. The portcullis had been stopped however by Rayyad's summoning of stone. He himself had no magical abilities and sometimes wondered what it was like to create something from nothing like that. Meanwhile Tessa had wandered off to see what she could find, seeing Rayyad had liberated the first gemstone, he decided to see what else could be find within the room, the sound of his boots echoing throughout the empty space. He didn't say a word and simply wandered around the room, eventually he circled around and he too stumbled on what Tessa had found he inspected the statue walking around it all and thinking for a moment. That last one had been trapped he didn't doubt this one was either. He knelt next to the gemstone and looked at the stone case. Yes that must be it, pick up the gem, case opens. Something was inside it, probably dangerous as well. Well he had the heaviest armour out of them didn't he? No, Tessa had found it and as the legendary law of the Jungle dictated, finders, keepers. He was curious about the stone case though, walking over to it he inspected the case closer, maybe it was unrelated to the gemstone. He looked to see if there was a way to get it open.
Conrad wasn't exactly paying attention to Rayyad and Tessa, probably for the better. When Rayyad agreed to his sudden change of heart he still couldn't help but feel a little stupid about it first defending one thing then deciding to go back to the original plan. When he did look at Tessa and Rayyad and saw they were holding hands, he had to derail his own thoughts. 'Conrad, you should chill, you're being unreasonable here.' He thought to himself and simply followed behind Rayyad and Tessa after all he didn't entirely understand them, just like they didn't fully understand him. Rayyad was indeed able to keep the spiders at bay and those they did see retreated into the darkness. He thought he could see them move within the shadows several times but couldn't say for certain. When they arrived at the large stone door, Conrad took a moment to appreciate it's craftsmanship. The spiderface did unsettle him a little bit but it still looked magnificent. Rayyad mentioned something about the ancient Arak'un using gemstones as keys, while the idea was lovely and the result certainly was beautiful, he didn't exactly think it all that practical. While Rayyad looked around he followed the younger man's example. When Rayyad spoke up that something was rather convenient. He quickly assesed the situation "Hold on, Rayyad... I doubt the ancient ones would make it that easy..." Conrad said as he walked up to the man. The spider head was holding the gemstone in it's mouth. However there was the open portcullis and he didn't trust it. "Okay, I am willing to bet that as soon as we take the gemstone then that gate will come crashing down trapping us. We need something to keep it open, I don't know any magic so I'll volunteer for getting it once the portcullis is held in place." Conrad spoke thinking out loud. Uncle Baldy's reasoning got through to Kellan and he had admitted his wrong and then smiled it reminded him a little of a wild boar, but he wasn't gonna say that out loud. His mate then decided to return the favour and insult his genius by asking him if he started making sense after their roads had parted "Uhm, no I have always done that, you just didn't see the genius of it. Good to know you have finally been enlightened." Baldomar said then following into the woods to see whatever had been attacked by wolves. He looked around as he did, masterfully dodging trees and looking all around him at the same time to see where little Anthea was. She had run off as well or did they just leave her behind? What was it with him and always losing sight of kids. He followed the others through the woods until they found a bloke in a tree with wolves around it. Baldomar unslung his warhammer and started to humm Can't touch this as he took up position to receive the oncoming wolves.
Derrick had him covered as the old Crow had gone down and he was thankful for his help. They were getting a bit cornered and for his taste a little bit to tightly packed. He used Aard to give himself some more breathing room as Derrick had taken a hard hit himself and was yelling something about an alleyway. He was retreating slower than his comrades because of his bad leg, but not just that also to buy them additional time with rear-guard actions. Casting Aard, throwing several dragons dreams bombs into the mob and then following up with an Igni to envelop scores of them in the explosion. The Old Crow followed his scions trying to block or dodge the incoming attacks but there were too many and several blows hit him, not all piercing the armour, the old Crow received several wounds, his shoulders, sides and arms flared with pain, but he would not submit following the others as the Swallow numbed his pain and tried to heal his wounds as he retreated towards the alleyway, his black cloak stained with blood. Sigmund let the duo through the city to the richer district of Novigrad passing by all sorts of manors some with gardens some without. They then reached a manor modest in comparison to what some of the others looked like with a sizable garden. He let them into the home. "You will be staying in the guest quarters of the house, if you need anything, please let me know. You two are free to explore the house and gardens. I have a few matters to attend to and will join you shortly. Young man you and I will need to discuss something, but it isn't of the utmost importance." Sigmund said as he walked into the hallway of the manor, it was more than big enough for the three people that were currently staying there and the old mage liked the amount of space he had. Sigmund showed his guests around quickly so they knew where to find everything and then went to his study to think with his guests.
Brianne seemed to become more animated when it had became evidently clear that Hendrik had survived. "Seems like my luck is holding up then." Hendrik said in a mocking tone. He listened when Brianne explained what had been going on. "I heard the voice just as we had hit a dead end on the trail of Masque..." He said, trying to remember what had happened. Rhett had stayed behind after he told him to not even get the idea of turning on him. Hendrik wasn't going to mention anything about that and doubted he could have taken the wolf on as easily as the 4 night children. Then again that fight hadn't been all that easy. She had mentioned that they were supposed to be receiving reinforcements oh jolly, more Nephilim, probably atleast one of the Clave as well to take over command if they deemed it right and from the current crisis he didn't put it beyond them to do just that. She then explained that there had been an accelerant added to his healing simply because of the circumstances. "Well I'm not one for bed rest anyways, next time around talk him into doing it again. The quicker I am back on my feet, the quicker I can get going again." Hendrik stated simply, he didn't like sitting still, he was glad when he had operation after operation after operation only sleeping in between, no time for idle thought. But since he had gone to New York he had been driving himself up the walls and that wasn't just because he had nothing to do, but more with the reason why he was here. "It wasn't your fault, Brianne, don't blame yourself. I'll be alright, I survived that's all that matters, okay?" He told her looking her in the eyes.
Conrad sat there listened to the ongoing conversation between Tessa and Rayyad. Rayyad had brought up an interesting point that he had forgotten about. Maybe they could go down there, it was the spiders that had poisoned Tessa and how had he missed it so badly after all Tessa had held her own well in the previous battle had he been underestimating them all. "I hadn't thought of that Rayyad... I missed it.... somehow..." He mentally slapped himself for his stupidity he had been distracted. He had to focus, taking a few deep breaths to regain his focus he looked back at Rayyad who had removed his mask, he looked about the same age as Tessa and he himself didn't think he was much older than both of them. He took a moment to take in the features of the young man and then thought again only to be brought back by Tessa asking him something "Yeah, we will" He said not fully paying attention. He sighed "Okay..... I know I am changing my mind an aweful lot, but I'll say it. I was wrong... I hadn't taken your control of spiders into account when thinking, I really am sorry for that... I guess with that power we can get to the totem, I mean we could be waiting for days here until others show up... If you want to go right now, you will have my sword at your side." Conrad said feeling rather stupid about forgeting this important power and making himself like an idiot. He felt a measure of shame and avoided looking at anyone after he had said anything.
The Mage had completely ignored him, well too bad, no use crying over it. He actually felt glad he was ignored by such a debased creature. "You weren't yourself" He said in response to Veera's question as to how she could let it happen.He gave her her sword back, hilt first, holding the blade with his gauntlets and watch her He wanted to pull her back when she approached the mage, but he couldn't get a good hold of her. He listened to her plea as he remained guarded, he didn't trust this mage or his army at all and later he would find out that this mistrust wasn't unfounded. After Derrick was going to try and murder the mage who then booked it with his tail between his legs and the undead turned to them. And this is why people didn't align themselves with Necromancers they were treacherous bastards. A swing to the left, his oil didn't affect the human zombies at all but the Dopplers still went down easier with the Relict oil. There were many, but luckily he wasn't alone which gave him confidence. He kept slashing at the zombies while they attempted to simply swarm them and drag them down, but Veceslav wasn't any of it, keeping them at bay with Igni, sword and bombs. Then Veera pointed out the archer on the roof that had it out for her. He grabbed his crossbow and in one of the twirls he lined up the shot and took it sending a crossbow bolt towards the archer. In the next lull he tried to reload te small crossbow which was perfect for a Witcher side-arm only to have one of the undead struck a blow to his thigh. The old Crow caving in as he put his weight on the leg, landing on one knee. However with the reloaded crossbow, he fired once more at the rooftop archer and then put it back on his belt. The old Crow popped himself a high quality swallow potion to help him stave off the pain and wounds he was receiving in the fight, trying to put weight on his leg still stung but atleast he could fight again, he would not die today. He was sure of that. Now to get all of his scions out of here Derrick, Veera and Aaron. It would seem that this war was lost before it had even started. Raymond's questions hadn't even been answered, and as he heard the bowstrings' twang it was already too late to bring up the shield. The arrow struck his chest, he broke off the shaft, tried to move forwards, put his weight on his wrong leg the wrong way and he fell forwards, face in the dirt. He merely looked at Bryce, wanting to ask him why but the man would never answer. What about that sister of his, was she also a part of this? She had seemed so innocent, didn't seem to be the kind of person who was involved with this sort of thing. Breathing became harder for him as his lungs started to fill with his own blood. He coughed, his body trying to get it out of his lungs but it was no use, his fate had been sealed. The arrow had found a weakspot in his armour and struck true. The Aedirnian peasant's last words were mumbled "Iris... I'm finally coming home..." Sigmund merely listened to the girl who tried to accept any form of punishment meant for them. Seth however spoke up and explained all of it. "Hmm that would sound like something the Crow would send you lot to me for. Very well, come with me." Sigmund said. "You are very lucky indeed, Veceslav is generally quite black and white in these cases. I do hope those scars on the girl aren't your doing. If they aren't you probably learned a very good lesson in understanding what you did to the loved ones of the poor woman and that in itself is a good start for the punishment. I won't harm Tessa or you but you will still receive punishment." Sigmund said as he lead Seth, who was carrying Tessa in arms, to his manor in one of the richer districts of Novigrad.
Hendrik's body had been moved from the elevator to the infirmary and had been watched over by Brianne he hadn't regained consciousness while the Silent Brother had done all he could for the Shadowhunter, it was enough, it made sure that the Nephilim wouldn't die and come back as one of the Nightchildren. He slept uneasily as the currents of sleep dragged him into feverish nightmares. Eventually the old Nephilim woke up, he didn't know how he had gotten into the infirmary and saw Brianne. "Either we're both dead.... or I am still alive don't know which is worse..." Hendrik said groggily, looking at the head of the Institute at the side of his bed. "How long was I out?" He asked her, he still was a bit out of it. Trying to push himself up but pain flared in his lower arm and shoulders, despite this he didn't stop, gritting his teeth. Damn vampires, thinking they could rise up against them, take them down, well he had to admit they were well on their way with killing him, the most senior Nephilim in the city. Then it hit him. "Roxanne... Nick... are they alright?" He asked Brianne "And what about yourself?" He sounded legitimately worried as the most senior Nephilim.
Conrad held Tessa as she tossed and turned because of the nightmares. He was comforted a bit by what Rayyad said that she wouldn't be hurt too badly further than nightmares. The tears he felt burn in the corners of his eyes subsided again, instead of spilling out. He didn't know too well what to do except hold her and tell her it was alright, he didn't even know if she could hear him and had taken of one of his gauntlets and cupped her cheek with it. When she woke up he moved that hand away letting go of her as she sat up, muttering a thanks for saving her. "You didn't think, we'd abandon you, did you?" He asked her with a smile on his face. Rayyad then asked them whether or not they should go into the Caverns now and whether there were things that wanted to kill them down there requesting that if they did go down there. Tessa left the decision to him saying she was alright. "I'll try to keep myself from killing the things, if I appear to take it too far, stop me, please." He stated first, getting that out of the way then thought this all through. "Rayyad, I know you are eager to get this curse lifted, but judging from what just happened, these spiders seem quite dangerous and I am uncertain if just the three of us go down there, that we'll make it all out alive. I'll be perfectly honest, I don't think the combined strength of the three of us will be enough to see us through. I'd like to wait until atleast some of the others are here. Strength in numbers and all. I'm sorry if I hurt you two by saying that, I just don't want us to end up dead." He truly felt sorry if he offended them but getting them all killed would get them nowhere and wouldn't solve a single thing. Baldomar was getting very close to losing it and ramming the signpost down Kevin's throat because the idiot was clearly blind since both the F and M signs were clearly at the begining of the sign meaning his logic was extremely flawed, more flawed than that one genius plan of his to try and break down that one wall back in the day or that thing that got him thrown into the prison. He wondered how Bill was doing, Bill was a nice bloke really. Now back to the subject at hand ah yes the sign. "If wasting time is your concern then why in the name of all that is unholy do you argue with me and using broken logic at that." He stated nearly ramming the sign into the bloke's face. However Kellan spoke up before Baldy lost his **** and said he'd get the sign shoved down his throat if he had been wrong, Baldomar started laughing loudly "Just you try Sithwyr, just you try." He said, then Aston wondered what was down the other road with the M on it and Baldomar thought for a moment. "Morgue, if it's a tomb we're looking for the morgue ain't far off." Baldomar stated pleased with his own logic. They were going further into the woods and up the roads it was getting a little bit colder, but the legendary outdoorsman Baldomar didn't mind it at all. He was still annoyed by that idiots logic questioning his perfect flawless logic. Kellan was reasoning that they should all just keep on going when a scream had been heard. The howling of wolves was also heard in the distance. "Kellan, what happened to that whole Radiant sword mumbo-jumbo you know protecting everyone and all? That die with the disbanding of our little dynamic duo? I mean sure it's probably a city folk who shouldn't have gone outside of their city, but nonetheless we can't just let them die. After all what would little Mina think of the great warrior Kellan if she heard of this." Baldomar said reasoning with his old companion.
Zahariel merely ignored the Fire God slayer's mocking bow and took the seat even before the Inheritor offered it to him. "No, it doesn't strike my fancy, when such blunt instruments are used. If you however required my help you know where to find my quarters, after all I can be quite persuasive." Zahariel spoke and smiled underneath the hood "Just be sure to keep any personnel away from that place, unless you want to teach them a lesson." That was when the Inheritor asked him what he had come here for. He took an empty sheet of paper from the desk and borrowed a pen as well and wrote down in an elegant handwriting. "Is there any news on the progression of my previous requests?" He wasn't going to speak up it was rather difficult to speak quietly with his voice and he didn't need anyone else to know about this, after all this was between him and the Inheritor. The Andaran Prince continued his ritual to the very end. The fog in his mind dissipating into clarity. He looked over seeing the young woman lay in the sand having calmed down, the ritual had worked. He quickly gathered up the things that had been used for the ritual and he felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. The rituals tended to do that to him, not always but it had been a long day already and he had been traveling for quite a while. He walked over to Veera, Timothy and Requiem. Veera was trying to convince Timothy to let them go and stop it. "Construct, we should let them go, they realise the mistake they made. The girl is safe, they mean no harm anymore." The Andaran Prince bargained, then turning to Veera "I fulfilled my end of the bargain." He didn't need to finish the sentence.
Hendrik was floating in the darkness, clinging to life, he could vaguely hear voices, familiar voices. The others? Had they been unlucky enough to witness him slipping away into the darkness? He didn't know how much longer he could hold on. He breached the surface for a moment when Brianne knelt next to him and was drawing healing rune after healing rune with her stele. His eyes fluttered open, but only half open, he looked at her trying to take her free hand, but he didn't have the strength for it. When she said they had been betrayed he tried to swallow past the lump in his throat to say something. "I'm sorry...." Was all he managed to bring before he slipped below the surface again. His wounds were beyond the simple healing runes and Brianne knew that damn well, they were going to need help here. Hendrik clung to his life with all his strength, willing himself to hold on, he hadn't made that decision only to die here. To kill those who did this to him, only to give in now. To make it back only to die on his own doorstep.
Conrad followed Rayyad through the city following closely behind, the man. Running through the winding streets headed for the mines, it was good the Rayyad was there to navigate the city he himself didn't have a hope in hell to make it through the city towards the mines. His thoughts were already haunting him with numerous bad situations that would be the result. When they finally arrived what he witnessed filled him with horror. They were different spiders from those that had been in the forest. She had been bitten and when Rayyad yelled out that the poison would make her faint. He still rushed to her side as the spiders retreated at Rayyad's commanding voice. She spoke to Rayyad, either unable or not willing to acknowledge his existance, it mattered little. She said she didn't care either of them lied, but then why did she run away. He wrapped his arms around her as she said she had made a mistake and collapsed to the ground. He looked at Rayyad "This poison.... you said it would make her faint, but are there any other effects of this poison?" He asked the man craddling Tessa in his arms. Conrad was quite worried about Tessa, poisons never meant anything good. He wondered if they had been too late. "Damn it... I'm sorry, Tessa..." He whispered "I tried... I really did... don't die on me...... please don't die on me..." He could feel tears in the corners of his eyes but they didn't come. A strange sense of familiarity crept upon him and he suddenly felt cold. Another strange deja vu it wasn't a memory he was certain, pain flared throughout him and subsided again. Had it been a dream? It bugged him an aweful lot why was this happening. He hardly knew the girl he held close to him, but there had already been something strange going on this was only the next stage or he was getting sick, either way it didn't matter. The sensation stayed though as if it had happened before. He cursed whatever was causing all this, there seemed to be no reason for it, it seemed just some sort of torment. He looked to Rayyad "Will she be okay?" He couldn't keep the worry out of his voice.
Veceslav noticed Veera freezing on the spot he scooped up her sword and protected her up to the moment Solomon's army swept in. He hadn't seen Veera like this at all, it was completely unlike her. She had always been a fighter, atleast not giving up without trying. Then again when he had just brought her in, the unfamiliar surroundings got to her and she felt so lost, Veceslav had looked after the young girl in those days. He sheathed his own silver sword and knelt by Veera. She had been saying this hadn't been her. The Mage then basicly summarised what had happened and who alledgedly did what. He paid no heed to it and Derrick as taking care of it, Veera seemed to need him, he hugged her just like in the olden days. It felt right to him the way a father would hold their own daughter. He felt glad she was still alive. "It's okay, Veera." He said and let go of his young scion. Now didn't seem to be about a good time to bring up how he was wrong. He could have prevented it from getting out of hand if only he had come along. "I'm sorry, Veera, I shouldn't have let you go...." He said the guilt visible on his face. After comforting Veera for a little bit he got up and looked at Solomon, the necromancer was a *******. His 'art' an insult to nature itself. The souls of the dead were not supposed to be tortured and enslaved to the whims of man. And he was joking that they wanted his autograph? This guy wasn't sane in the slightest then again it was to be expected of the practitioners of necromancy. They should get out of here, this city was lost. There were too many dopplers for just the three witchers to take on and too many civilians to defend, it wasn't feasible. Well not without that army atleast, but how could he trust this bloke not to go on a massacre just to add to his army? No they couldn't do this. "Leave, take your 'army' with you. We do not need such an affront to nature to assist us." Veceslav spoke coldly. He immediatly turned away from the mage again back to Veera still sitting in the street and knelt by her side trying to comfort her more, she was so shocked badly. Raymond was taken really really confused as to what was going on. Out of the great blue sky falling down came Bryce with two body guards. Well not exactly falling from the sky but they appeared unexpectedly. "Witchers don't only lead to death, one saved my Da from a noonwraith. We didn't have anything to offer him for his help so he stayed the night and left. What is this battle about anywey? What did witchers do huh? They protect us from monsters. You're being unreasonable 'ere." Raymond said he stepped next to Aaron, he couldn't permit this but he was torn because of loyalties. Sigmund took another sip of his red wine and listened to what Seth had to say so this man had met Veceslav then? His friend had sent them to him. There must be a purpose to it much more than simply wanting to help out. "I see well I could help you out, but there must be a reason he sent you to me specificly. Tell me is there anything I need to know about either of you before we go to my home." He said paying for his win and taking a few sips. "You see, my friend Veceslav only sends people to me for a rather specific reason." He didn't say what this reason was, but Veceslav had made it clear anyone sent to him had done something wrong and had to receive a punishment something the witcher himself didn't have time for. Milosh had met up with the other agents and travelled towards Crow's Perch, there they riled up the populace and when the Lord of Crow's Perch himself showed up to calm everyone down they struck, the Witchhunters killed the Lord of Crow's Perch quickly killing him. Then they decapitated him and had the head of the Lord of Crow's perch sent towards Archon by a peasant who knew absolutely nothing about the Witchhunters. Milosh had taken control of the daily affairs of Crow's Perch being a benevolent ruler to the populace of the citadel he however was starting to make preparations for what was to come. after all Archon wasn't gonna let this happen. He hadn't given the runner a message for the king, the head would be clear enough. The remainder of the body had been hung above the gate to Crow's Perch. The Motte-and-Bailey that was Crow's Perch was a perfectly defensible position from which to start this plan.
Conrad had wandered through the city trying to find his way again back to the small house that Rayyad had been occupying. It took him longer than he would have liked getting turned around in the twisting streets of the ruined city. When he had found his way back and ran into Rayyad the man came running to him flailing his arms. He sounded worried, extremely worried and when the words had sunk into the White Cape soldier he understood clearly the danger she was in. He cursed softly and looked at Rayyad. "Lead the way, there is no time to lose." Conrad said, his voice filled with worry. Damn, that naive girl. He knew she would be pissed at him still, but maybe she would see that he meant well and not curse him for it. Then again, let her curse his name as long as his teammate didn't die and he could prevent her death then he didn't care too much what else would happen. "Rayyad, I'm sorry for getting so pissed, I'll help you out with the totem, if you help me with making sure Tessa isn't gonna end up in several detached pieces." Conrad said as he followed Rayyad to where they were headed.
Zahariel found his way towards the Inheritor's office and simply walked past the security Captain, probably the only person even allowed to do so. He walked into the room without even bothering to knock. Jaden was in the middle of teaching Onamakritos a lesson in respect and how history worked. "History is a funny thing. Wait long enough and all will be forgotten." Zahariel merely intoned as he waltzed into the room. They then set off with something about family. Family was insignificant, they would abandon you eventually and shared blood didn't mean you had any obligation to like each other, very much unlike humans thought. And while Onamakritos was in the room he was gonna go straight to the point. "It is unwise to let someone without restraint aid in an interrogation, to push the correct buttons requires tact, insight and restraint, not blind rage." He stated simply not giving a damn about the bloke being there at all. The ancient God stood in the office of the Inheritor the hood obscuring his face. "With that out of the way there are other matters I would like to discuss. Matters far from trivial." The voice came from all around as was normal for his kind the voice radiating with power. He didn't want this pretentious prick here when the matters were discussed then again he wouldn't be speaking them out loud anyways.
Baldomar couldn't believe the absolute idiocy that the people he had been along with this mission. Well Anthea wasn't too bad she just needed some more education and enlightenment. She was merely a bit lost, but no fear the great Baldomar would be her mentor and help the young girl along the path of life. But Kevin really was a bloody mouthbreathing numbskull. He went over to Artie and picked up the sign he had just chucked at him and walked back over to Kevin. Pressing the sign into his face. "Do you see this? Can you read, boy? This says F for Fogwarden." Baldomar stated irritatedly. "If they're gonna put a single letter on a sign why pick a random letter in the goddamn name. I mean really by that logic they could put any ****ing letter on there with the intention of refering to Fogwarden Keep. So seriously use the bloody brain your parents gave you, unless they forgot to include that when they made you. If they're gonna put on letter on a sign they pick the first not some random one. So please think before you speak, it'll save us all the time we try and fathom how you can even come up with that sort of stupid things." Baldomar said pressing the sign into Kevin's face several times to make a point. He then tossed it to Kellan with the intention of him catching it "I say we go left before this little man here has another stupid theory." He really wanted to get going and not waste more time on these bloody crossroads
Veceslav was on his way to help Derrick out cutting a path toward him. Aaron had said he had to get someone who had given them a place to stay for the night. A simple farmer who was sympathetic to witchers? That was rare, extremely so. He figured it would be the least they could do for the man. He heard the sound of boots stomping over rooftiles and near Derrick he saw her jump down to cover her brother witcher. He was relieved that she was still in one piece on the other hand he was angry at her for he short-sightedness causing all this. But he knew he had been wrong too, this is what she had wanted to prevent. Now was not the time for any of this and he had to focus or he was gonna lose his own life. The witcher was parrying, slashing, stabbing and blasting dopplers with signs. He received several cuts in return but nothing that worried him. Veceslav had finally cleared his way towards his two scions, he had taken note of how Veera was cooperating with Derrick. Something had been off the way she had left the Kaer suggested she had wanted nothing to do with Derrick and would be pissed at him. This wasn't even taking the outburst that she had in the library when he had advocated caution for this course of action into account. Either Derrick had taken up arms with her and joined her crusade of genocide or something had happened. He gave both of them a small smile as they had linked up and were now fighting side by side in a swirling dance of death. Then another army started to mix into the chaos. They were revenants and then the voice cut through the chaotic sounds of battle. He had heard it before in the Kaer that blasted mage had just walked in. This was his doing? He clearly knew Veera better than he knew the others and made it seem as if she had even called for it. This situation had spun out of control way too far and while he was lenient with the whole Doppler thing seeing he himself had been wrong anyways. But this? Could she have fallen this far? He gave Veera a questioning look, not even needing to use words to get across what he had wanted to ask. Raymond had been barricading himself into his home when someone banged on the door. Raymond had drawn his sword immediatly, then heard a familiar voice. It had been one of the Witchers from two days ago, so that really had happened? Well then, if Witchers were here to take care of this then that meant the King wasn't going to get involved? This was absolute madness! The city of Oxenfurt the cradle of knowledge in Redania just sacrificed as if it were no more than the village he had grown up in. Raymond opened the door and saw the young witcher. "Lead the way, I should have followed the example of others, but it's already too late now anyways. Lead the way. But tell me what in the name of the Gods is happening out there?" The peasant asked the witcher as he followed him wearing the Aedirnian Colours holding up the shield that had saved him countless times and the sword he had used to end many a life on the battlefield. The young lad was asking for swordfish eh? Well the code was clear, how this lad knew didn't matter. The young girl pleaded him to help them. "Wait here for a moment, I'll check out back." He replied to the lad and gave a warm smile to the girl "It'll be alright lassy." He went out back and sent a runner to Sigmund's house to get the old mage. The barman returned "It'll be in shortly in the mean time anything I can offer you? It's on the house." A little while later an older man with a well kept grey beard walked into the Golden Sturgeon, his brown eyes looked at Tessa and Seth for a moment as he approached them and sat down at the other side of Seth "You wished to meet me? Tell me who sent you here? And what reason did they have to send you here? Is there something I can help you two with?" The older man inquired, then ordering himself a Toussaint Red and sipped it. He didn't recognise these two at all and was rather curious who these two were and why they needed the help of someone like himself.
