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Erumara
Sept 6, 2010 16:54:52 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Sept 6, 2010 16:54:52 GMT 1
Once they all were seated, in a large sitting room. Kyrris shot a disbelieving look at the drow, whose entire demeanor had changed in an instant. Before anything could be discussed in the sitting area, the massive double doors dramatically were blasted open by a flame haired woman who demanded to be introduced. Kyrris smiled as he quickly realized who this was. “Greetings, Culmir! I’m Kyrris Syul’Diel,” He said introducing himself from his spot on a couch. He laughed at her reaction to him knowing her name, which he had only learned recently from a spy. In a breath, Kyrris ignored her presence and turned back to Dracafrey and asked, “So, shall you pay me or enlist my skills for a time longer?”
Raedifinn was the first to be seated. He sat on the same couch as Kyrris, except he sat so far away from him that six other people could have sat on that three person couch. Raedifinn still unnerved from the display of power outside, jumped when the room’s double doors blasted open. The most beautiful flame haired human he had ever seen burst into the room, requesting to be introduced to those in presence. Raedifinn’s jaw dropped as he stared at the gorgeous woman and he was at a loss for words. Kyrris seemed to be all business because he introduced and returned to talking with Dracafrey. Raedifinn was surprised by how Kyrris knew her name before she even said it and clearly she was as well. Seeing her, Raedifinn’s pride recovered swiftly. He rose from his seat and struck an arrogant pose with his chin held high. Raedifinn brushed off his violet robes and straightened his hair, and he introduced himself with pride dripping from his voice, “I am Raedifinn Xaemdyr, second son born of house Xaemdyr the ruling house of the powerful city of Nazordae. I am the great acrhmage of that same city.” Finished with his introduction, Raedifinn relined in an imperious manner on the couch. Kyrris rolled his eyes at the display.
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Erumara
Sept 8, 2010 14:01:20 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Sept 8, 2010 14:01:20 GMT 1
Dracafrey smirked as Culmir burst into the room almost demanding an introduction. But what came next surprised her as Kyrris had already figured out who she was, and the other man introduced himself who seemed be falling in love her.
"Well Culmir I guess there is no need for introductions now is there. I had a feeling youd show. Now sit or go back to training." As his attention returned to Kyrris and his question.
"I see your intel is very good Kyrris." Throwing him a bag of gold. "Here is your payment for the task I had requested. But if you want another job you may have it. It's lets say a bit more risky" A smirk crossing over Dracafrey's lips as he finished his sentence.
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Erumara
Sept 8, 2010 21:12:57 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Sept 8, 2010 21:12:57 GMT 1
Kyrris deftly caught the bag of coins thrown his way. He didn't even bother checking if it was the right amount, cause Kyrris really no longer cared about money and power. For he already has an amply amount of both, but more was a bonus. "There is nothing I can't handle, so tell about this job and I'll offer a price," Kyrris said almost hungerily for he craved the thrill of battle, and no one in this miserable town had ever offered him a job to kill someone in a long time. The original reason why he was in Erumara, no longer mattered to him and it seemed to be a pointless goal compared to this new work. Kyrris almost gasped when he realized that in his excitement, his right hand had grasped the hilt of his rapier. Kyrris hoped that Dracafrey hadn’t misinterpreted the action and retracted his hand from the blade. Kyrris hardly noticed that Raedifinn was talking, but caught enough that he shook his head in disbelief.
Raedifinn moved closer to Kyrris and Dracafrey, listening quietly to their conversation. After Kyrris had finished speaking, Raedifinn spoke with a hint of his arrogance returning in his tones, “Humm..err..Lord Dracafrey, I was wondering if you have any tasks worthy of my caliber. Since you have already offered Kyrris a mundane task.” Once he finished, Raedifinn reclined once again on the couch as if he owned it. He wore a superior smile as he locked his amber coloured eyes with Dracafrey’s silver ones.
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Erumara
Sept 9, 2010 14:36:29 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Sept 9, 2010 14:36:29 GMT 1
Culmîr cocked her hip smartly as she stared at the 3 men “Greetings, Culmir! I’m Kyrris Syul’Diel,” the one on the couch introduced himself, shock must have shown on her face momentarily and it annoyed her all the more that he seemed to notice. Narrowing her eyes Culmîr glared at the man, a grin spreading on her lips slowly as she kept her burning golden eyes on him waiting for him to finish his chat with Dracafrey "You don't impress me by knowing my name" she whispered, knowing full well they all could hear, her eyes darting down to the floor as she shifted to a more sultry stance. Slowly raising her head she stared at him from under her eyelashes, golden eyes boring into him "everyone in this village could have told you my name, so really all you've proven is that you're a good little collector of information, nothing more" she spoke slowly, carefully enunciating the word 'nothing' with delicate care. She relished in the feeling of putting people back where they belonged, on the ground, preferably grovelling. Flicking her gaze toward the drow she arched a delicate eyebrow slowly "You impress me about as much as my uncle did back where I came from" she paused "I killed him when I was 5" she smiled sweetly at the drow. Golden eyes darting to Dracafrey her smile broadened, head tilting slightly as she sauntered over to one of the free chairs "oh please don't let me interrupt this terribly interesting conversation" she mocked. Sinking into the plush pillows Culmîr placed her arms loosely onto the armrests of the chair, putting her heeled boots on the table, crossing her ankles as she smiled deviously at all three men, lounging back in the chair.
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Erumara
Sept 9, 2010 20:37:10 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Sept 9, 2010 20:37:10 GMT 1
Dracafrey ignored Culmir's little rant and continued his conversation with Kyrris.
"Well the job is to scout and gain information and possible kill a certain individual who has been prying his eyes where they dont belong. But as of right now I do not know his location, so I leave that up to you find out and proceed how you see fit. The Targets na...." as Raedifinn interrupted his conversation with Kyrris.
Dracafrey's gaze shifting to Raedifinn and glowing fiercly in anger.
"Sit down Raedifinn, you need to learn patience, or you wont live long." Returning his attention to Kyrris.
"Now where was I...ah yes, The target is Atlymaer Draynzar."
Turning his furious gaze back to Raedifinn and staring at him making the man figet in his seat uncomfortably.
"Your task as for now is to train with Culmir. Her training is almost complete, so try not to get hurt to badly Raedifinn." a smirk crossing his face.
Turning to face Culmir, "So do you think that alright Culmir? Mind showing Raedifinn the room, and remember to set the gravity properly. And after that you battle with me and then your training should be complete." smiling at her as he then repositioned himself back in his seat comfortably.
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Erumara
Sept 10, 2010 2:13:22 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Sept 10, 2010 2:13:22 GMT 1
Raedifinn tried to remain calm when Dracafrey scowled him as if he was a child because he had interrupted the man. “Learn patience,” Dracafrey had said to the hells with him! Raedifinn thought angrily as he quietly listened. Once Dracafrey had finished speaking, he shot Raedifinn a terrible stare that frightened him to the core. He fidgeted involuntarily under the man’s piercing gaze. All Raedifinn could manage in answer to what Dracafrey told him was a quick nod of resignation. To vent his internal frustration, Raedifinn turned to Culmir and snapped, “When I was five, I killed my older brother and sister! A year later, I was casting spells at a level twenty times the normal for a child! As far as I‘m concerned you claims impressed me about as much as mine have impressed you!” On that note, Raedifinn reclined and ignored any rebuke she had to offer.
Kyrris‘ face wrinkled in confusion when Dracafrey named his target. It was a name Kyrris had never heard before and neither had his informants as far as he knew. If any of them had they will regret not telling him the next time he saw them. Despite this slight setback, Kyrris was thrilled by the prospect of a challenge. “I’ll do this task for the modest sum of three thousand gold. I would also like it if you could give me a description of this man and his last known were abouts, if you know,” Kyrris told his employer with a confident and cheery smile. He felt like it was his turn to recline in his comfortable chair and he did so, while making elaborate plans silently in his head. He thought about which informants to use, what disguise to wear, whether to approach Atlymaer in public or in private, and which of his weapons to kill him with. Kyrris was so deeply lost in his happy thoughts that he almost missed what Dracafrey had said. “Stupid and arrogant drow,” He mumbled as he listened to Raedifinn‘s pitiful sounding counter to Culmir‘s teasing as he also listened to Dracafrey.
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Erumara
Sept 10, 2010 12:20:13 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Sept 10, 2010 12:20:13 GMT 1
Culmîr was examining her nails carefully, making a mental note to get them polished and sharpened next time she was in town, maybe adding a nice layer of nail polish. While pondering the right choice of colour Culmîr's attention wandered, not really interested in the conversation going on around her unless she was included into it, which apparently she wasn't. She frowned at her boots, the heels were already wearing down and she loved the clicking of heels on stone, soon she'd have to find replacements and she so loved this pair. Culmîrs attention was jerked back to the conversation when she heard her name, her head snapping up from her reverie as she stared at Dracafrey as he talked "Your task as for now is to train with Culmir. Her training is almost complete, so try not to get hurt to badly Raedifinn." Culmîr eyes switched to the drow who nodded simply. Flicking her gaze back to Dracafrey she noticed him addressing her "So do you think that alright Culmir? Mind showing Raedifinn the room, and remember to set the gravity properly. And after that you battle with me and then your training should be complete." he smiled at her before he sat down himself, answering with a smirk of her own she replied "No problem, I'll teach him some manners" she grinned openly now. Golden eyes darting back to Raedifinn as he snapped at her “When I was five, I killed my older brother and sister! A year later, I was casting spells at a level twenty times the normal for a child! As far as I‘m concerned you claims impressed me about as much as mine have impressed you!” The only reaction Culmîr could think of to that was simple, she laughed, it was a rich and bell like sound as she shook her head at the drows foolish attitude toward her. She sighed dramatically as she got up from her chair "Correct me if I'm wrong" she said as she sauntered over to Raedifinn on the couch, leaning in toward him, putting her face inches away from his "Aren't most drow societies run by a woman? doesn't that mean that you'll never rank higher than someone like me?" she taunted him as she smiled sweetly. Snorting Culmîr backed away from Raedifinn before he could reply or in any way swipe at her, sighing once more "Such a pity" with those words she turned on her heel and headed to the double doors of the living room "Coming pet?" she yelled at the drow over her shoulder.
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Erumara
Sept 10, 2010 23:52:38 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Sept 10, 2010 23:52:38 GMT 1
Raedifinn‘s attempt to ignore any kind of reprisal from Culmir crumpled quickly under his pride. He clenched his fists in rage, and he shook slightly as she spoke. “Correct me if I'm wrong. Aren't most drow societies run by a woman? doesn't that mean that you'll never rank higher than someone like me?" She taunted as she made her way towards the door. Raedifinn’s palms began to bleed from where his nails pierced his flesh and his fingers had gone bone white. “Such a pity. Coming pet?” Culmir mocked as she opened the double doors. Before Raedifinn could snap something clever in answer, his family insignia brooch made a soft chiming noise. Hearing the warning chime, Raedifinn practically leaped from his seat swearing in his native tongue. He barked out a magic phrase and once the spell took effect, the chiming ceased. With the threat averted, Raedifinn calmed down and peered about at his compatriots, who stared at him like he had gone insane. He straightened his back and purple robes trying to look intimidating. “I have just protected the secrecy of this meeting from the prying eyes of a wizard,” Raedifinn proclaimed as if he was a king talking to his subjects. “Fear not, I have successfully warded this place from any further invasions of this kind,” He continued still talking in tones of grander. Finished his ridiculous speech, he turned to Culmir and made a sound more suitable for a dog than a person and he purred mockingly, “Lead me, Mistress.” As he followed her out of the room, Raedifinn could have sworn he heard the others chuckling.
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Erumara
Sept 19, 2010 22:52:20 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Sept 19, 2010 22:52:20 GMT 1
Once Raedifinn had left the room, Kyrris let his mirth out in a short chuckle. The foolish drow had mocked the lady Culmir in a ridiculous fashion; the drow wizard had made a dog like whimper and then made a purring sound as if he was actually her pet. Once his mirth had run its course, Kyrris listened carefully as Dracafrey told him the little he knew about Atlymaer. Kyrris nodded his understanding as he rose from his seat.
“I will do this job for you, and return for my money the same as last time. On that note, good day Lord Dracafrey,” The Assassin told his employer over his shoulder as he exited the chamber and then the small townhouse.
Kyrris quietly wandered away from the nondescript house towards the local tavern that housed his vile business. He threw the door of the rough looking establishment open, not slowing his stride in the slightest as he made his way to the backroom. The whole room exploded in panic at the Assassin’s grand entrance, a waitress was so scared she shrieked like a banshee, and the portly bartender’s face went pale. “Summon the others!” Kyrris barked as he whirled past the terrified bartender. Reaching the backroom, Kyrris took his usually seat at the head of the table with his back to the door. The table was dusty from a week without use and the room was pitch black for the lanterns had run out of oil. A servant scampered into the room to change the oil in lanterns; Kyrris hardly noticed her presence except for the creak of the door hinges and the sudden illumination of the chamber. The Kaelyrian Assassin sat in complete silence alone for hour, before the backroom’s creaky door hinges shrieked in protest and the scraping sound of feet heralded the arrival of his informants. The first to take his seat was the plump merchant Ringlus, who took the seat at the opposite end of the table facing Kyrris. Essilla the courtesan took her seat next, followed by Altinerus the blacksmith’s child; then the old weaver took his seat. Kyrris arched an eyebrow in a questioning look, and indicated the fifth chair with a wave of his hand; for the chair was not occupied.
“Master Krayven, we have lost all contact with Tarvil’s street gang. We believe them to be dead,” Altinerus explained after a few silent moments. Essilla instantly began to cling to her master’s arm and play with his black long black hair. Ringlus shook his head in disbelief at how quickly the half-elf beauty began her usually game.
Kyrris nodded in understanding, and then disregarded this unimportant matter. Kyrris clasped his hands together on the table before him as he spoke, “Lady and Gentlemen, I welcome you here once again to discus another mission.” Each informant bobbed their heads in turn to convey a greeting to their Master. “I need all of you to find out all that you can about a man called, Atlymaer Draynzar,” Kyrris said getting straight to the point with a cruel grin stretching across his face.
“Your wish is my command, M’lord,” Essilla purred seductively as she leaned forward and kissed the tip of Kyrris’ nose. And to her surprise, the cold and heartless Carvel Krayven pulled her into his arms; kissing her as if they had been lovers their entire lives. The surprising embrace caused the old weaver to chuckle, and made the other two members grumble in jealousy. Many breaths later, Essilla surfaced for air and groaned in pleasure, “My Lord!” Essilla rose swiftly, then plopped herself on Carvel’s lap and clung tightly to him as she kissed his neck repeatedly.
Kyrris chuckled at Essilla’s blatant lust for him. He noticed that the handsome and young, Altinerus was staring daggers at him with jealousy plain in his eyes. Kyrris ignored the young man’s display of a wounded pride, to convey his final command. “We will meet here in two days, now be gone!” He barked before embracing Essilla once again. Altinerus stormed out like the wound child he was, with Ringlus and the weaver following casually on his heels. Kyrris rose from his chair a minute later cradling Essilla in his arm’s, he informed the innkeeper that he was taking a room and carried the gorgeous woman upstairs. He had some time to spare, before he would search out this Atlymaer on his own.
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Post by Culmir on Oct 1, 2010 14:20:16 GMT 1
Culmîr ignored the drow that followed her like a little child for the most part, her hips swaying slightly as she sauntered slowly through the house. She could feel the contempt radiating from the drow as he followed her, a smirk crossing her full red lips as Culmîr paused momentarily in the middle of the hallway "Hmm, was it this room or the next" she feigned ignorance, casting a helpless little girl glance over her shoulder at the drow to infuriate him some more. Chuckling softly to herself the fiery redhead continued onto her trek through the house to the gravity enhanced room, she stopped in front of the door, pushing it open with her carefully groomed nails. "After you" she said to Raedifinn, making a grand gesture for him to step inside the room, one elegant eyebrow arched over her almond shaped eyes, a mischievous glow in their golden depths. Eyes following the drow lazily as he stepped into the room "this might be a little uncomfortable" Culmîr smirked, turning to the dial beside the door, setting the gravity heavier within the room, watching with glee as the drow cringed almost imperceptibly as the weight pressed down onto his form. Tilting her head slightly, her red hair spreading beside her face like a curtain of fire, Culmîr looked at the drow before adjusting the gravity a little more, a permanent wicked grin on her narrow face as she watched small beads of sweat on the dark elf's skin. Stepping into the room after the drow, completely unnerved by the change in gravity, she gestured behind her at the open door "If things get a little unbearable for you, simply step out" she smiled pleasantly at Raedifinn. Culmîrs stiletto heels clicked smartly on the marble floor as she set herself a couple of feet away from Raedifinn, smiling still as she eyed him "Your first assignment for now, hit me, physically, no magics no tricks, hit me, draw blood if you can" she nodded at him, standing completely still in front of him.
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Post by xaen on Oct 1, 2010 21:30:54 GMT 1
Raedifinn remained unusually quiet the whole while he followed the impudent redhead, mostly because he was trying desperately not to throttle the woman who was clearly close to his new master. Raedifinn was first into the training room by Culmir’s invitation, and he found soon enough why; one instant the room seemed like any other, then the next instant the air suddenly was as heavy as lead. He cringed at the sudden change of atmosphere and let a gasp as his body slowly adjusted; though the fiendish redhead had waited for him to adjust before increasing the pressure by means of a strange dial the likes of which he had never seen. The unnatural pressure made every movement seem laboured and sloth like. Sweat already began to dampen his robes, and roll down from his hair line into his eyes; making them water uncontrollably. When Culmir had issued her challenge, Raedifinn almost wanted to smile but didn’t know that anymore strain would kill him. Raedifinn balled his right hand and took a swing, that was greatly exaggerated by the heavy gravity. He gasped in shock as Culmir swiftly dodged the slow moving blow; he had expected as much, but he hadn’t expected her to move so fast under such strong gravity. She stopped and stood still, faking a yawn with a mocking smile on her face and in her golden eyes; a smile he felt was more suitable for a child who was lording a small victory over a friend. Oh how he despised such smiles. With a loud grunt of effort, Raedifinn performed a basic left, right, left, right, haymaker, uppercut routine that he learn in basic combat training. Again he was unsuccessful at hitting the little she-devil, and he was already panting heavily from the strain. “Aww, the big powerful wizard is tired. Does he need a break?” Culmir teased while wearing a pout as she stood like before waiting for him to hit her. Raedifinn snarled and launched seven unsuccessful combos at his nimble opponent; he growled again and continued to fire off basic combos, he even through in one or two of his own design. By now his heart was pounding against the inside of his chest, and he was wheezing for air; but he was determined now to wipe that aggravating smile off Culmir’s face. He continued his futile attempts for another half hour, by that point he was sucking at air like it was going out of style and he was practically swimming in sweat; which by this point Culmir had also begun to show signs of tiring, she was no longer smiling at least. Exhausted, Raedifinn paused a moment to catch his breath and Culmir tried to say something mocking, but he didn’t catch it; mostly because by the third or fourth word he had finally connected with a solid punch to her gut with his left, and his right with her nose. She stumbled back, he stumbled forward. Seeing the blood running from her nose, Raedifinn felt that his mission was complete and promptly passed out from vigorous training.
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Post by xaen on Oct 3, 2010 21:15:11 GMT 1
Kyrris waited for an hour to pass before making his way to Dracafrey’s townhouse, even though he was sure that the angel was long gone; he still took precautions. Kyrris donned a simple hand woven linen tunic under a sleeveless buckled vest, and hand woven wool trousers; giving him the appearance of a local warehouse worker. He had to keep himself from running all the way to Dracafrey’s home, he moved at a calm saunter all the way to the small house; when he reached the porch steps Kyrris could no longer contain his agitation and he sprinted up them to the front door. Kyrris pounded his fist against the plain oak door three times before he heard footsteps on the other side. He quickly looked up and down the lane, and checked the rooftops to make sure that he was not followed. When the door creaked open and Dracafrey’s impassive face emerged, Kyrris pushed his way inside clearly to Dracafrey’s irritation; making his way to the lounge, Kyrris looked over his shoulder at his employer sputtering, “Important news, we have to talk now.”
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Post by Culmir on Oct 4, 2010 12:42:48 GMT 1
When Culmîr had stepped into the room after Raedifinn she was thoroughly enjoying herself watching the dark skinned elf work up a sweat in the heavier atmosphere. It came to a bit of a surprise to see that despite the gravity he took her instructions seriously and was actually making small, very small, attempts at trying to hit her. Being accustomed to the gravity settings in the room made it easier for Culmîr to dodge most of his hits and combos, all the while she was studying his movement, sluggish because of their surroundings. A couple of times the drow came close to actually hitting her and it was her flexibility rather than her speed in the higher gravity that helped her evade those blows. Much to her surprise Raedifinn showed excellent stamina and surely a drive to accomplish his goals, any lesser man would of been exhausted and on the verge of falling into unconsciousness by now, but not the drow. Half an hour later sweat was starting to form on Culmîrs narrow face, dripping from her hairline down over her forehead. Her fiery mane already begun to stick to the back of her neck from constantly being on guard and dodging the various attacks Raedifinn threw at her. Soon she found that she couldn't even bring herself to any snide remarks or her smirk of satisfaction at being better. It took all her effort to narrowly avoid being hit and just as she took a breath to taunt the drow a little more to hit her she caught a hard punch to the gut, doubling over Culmîr gasped for air, coming into the drows swinging arm to her nose. She heard the crack of the impact as well as the resounding snap from her neck as the force behind the punch momentarily hit her head aside. One arm held to her stomach the redhead straightened slowly, groaning from the pain that flared in her body, her golden eyes locking onto Raedifinns unconscious form before she felt the trickle roll from her nose. Raising her hand to her nose she dabbed it lightly, cringing from the tenderness of the area, when she pulled her fingers away she noticed the crimson drops rolling down the length of her fingers. A smirk appearing on her face as she stared at the blood on her hand and then at the unconscious drow on the floor. "Well done" she said to him as she wiped at her nose with the back of her hand, the bleeding had already stopped luckily, she turned lightly on her heel and headed out the door. Resetting the gravity back to normal as she exited the room, leaving the crumpled form of Raedifinn on the floor until he regained consciousness.
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Post by Dracafrey on Oct 6, 2010 21:29:34 GMT 1
Dracafrey sat peacefully in the lounge listening to the sounds coming from th training room down the hall. Smirking to himself as he suddenlyheard a knock at the door, grumbling to himself as he made his way towards the front door. As he arrived and creaked the door open slightly, Kyrris barged in, aggrivating Dracafrey as he glared angerly at the man as he quickly shut the door behind the man.
"What is it Kyrris, why are you barging in here after so recently leaving?" As Dracafrey stared the man down angerly with his silver eyes. As he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Culmir was now slowly walking down the hall after finishing her first training session with Raedifinn.
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Post by xaen on Oct 7, 2010 2:28:05 GMT 1
Kyrris stopped dead in his tracks and spun on his heels to face Dracafrey, when the man had spoken to him. His heart was beating erratically from excitement and not fear to his surprise. Kyrris almost laughed at himself for feeling as he did, it was not something most people would feel after being confronted by an angel. He gazed about the hallway avoiding eye contact with his employer for the time being. Kyrris absent mindedly noticed Culmir’s presence, she stood a little ways down the hall behind him; Raedifinn’s current where abouts didn’t even cross his mind. Kyrris’ eyes were wandering unintentionally on their own, and purposely at the same time; he was secretly hoping that his moment to collect himself was grinding on Dracafrey‘s nerves. It clearly was for the man almost visibly shook with rage, his face set in a steely look of irritation. The Assassin managed to slow his rapidly beating heart and focused on Dracafrey‘s silver gaze.
“I apologize for returning so soon, but I have already learned a lot about Atlymaer Draynzar.” Kyrris calmly wandered to the lounge with Dracafrey and Culmir at his heels. Taking a seat, Kyrris continued.
“I was confronted by an angel, an archangel to be precise. According to him, Atlymaer is some great historian or something, and from how the angel badgered me for information; I ’m pretty sure that this Archangel is also after Atlymaer. Also, he was shocked by something about my appearance and repeatedly asked “Whom do you work for?” It was odd, I fear he may know of your presence….don’t worry I hurt him badly with a natural ability granted to me by my heritage, and I managed to escape over an hour ago.”
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