AN: Taji and I were discussing the future expansion of Guild Wars 2 and our ideas for future characters and soon this RP came to being 2/28/15. This RP is ongoing so updates will appear periodically. Also funny tidbit, when Taji sent the RP email the subject was Get RP which was an accident lol but I just kept laughing because it reminded me of got milk xD anyway hope you guys enjoy! Rhyne and Damon are awesomesauce!
Tajiface: The moisture hung tight in the air and clung even tighter to Rhyne. He hastily swiped a hand over his forehead to clear the distracting strands of red hair which stuck there. He nestled closer to the tree limb, careful to stay within the shade which hid him from any moonlight. On missions such as these he normally traveled as light weight as possible, and he felt his movements come easier while not bogged down with heavy armor and weapons. A part of him felt more comfortable in his traditional, light weight thieving garments because he could rely on sharpened reflexes to carry him away from danger instead of the more defensible skills of his revenant training.
He lowered himself even more when he saw movement within the Jackdaw pirate encampment. Two outward guards were clearly drunk as they swayed through their patrol. Rhyne figured two of his darts laced with a sleep tonic would easily knock the two out. The entrance into the encampment was simple enough, it was the next steps which caused Rhyne worry. He could hear the loud celebration of the other pirates behind the wooden barriers. No doubt they were boasting about their successful theft from The Pact. The others of the camp were most likely in a state similar to the two guards, but Rhyne couldn’t guarantee that. He didn’t have time to properly case the area either. The Inquest agents were already at the party, and would leave with The Pact’s stolen device in the morning. If Rhyne didn’t retrieve the device tonight it was likely gone forever into their hands.
The jungle would provide enough cover for Rhyne’s entrance and departure. Animals and all kinds of creatures sang in the night, creating enough noise to cover any slight sounds he would make taking out pirates. The actual infiltration, however, I’d what worried Rhyne.
He took a deep breath and placed the dagger he had been clutching into its sheath at his side. Without taking his eyes off of the two guards he slipped a hand within the inside of his light coat. He easily pulled out two darts and spaced them between two fingers. He waited a breath more before deftly leaping off his hiding place on the tree’s branch and ran at the two guards.
The first did not react in time to prevent Rhyne from plunging the dart into his neck. As the first fell Rhyne twisted and kicked a foot into the other’s stomach, causing the guard to cough and drop his now drawn blade. Rhyne had the second dart in his neck before the guard even fully hit the ground. He didn’t wait to make sure the darts properly knocked the two out. He knew the tonic did not fail. He hopped up and grabbed onto the wooden wall. He scaled the height and quickly climbed into the beams supporting the wooden structures beyond it. He pressed himself against the wood and took a breath once he knew he was hidden. He was in.
Maeeverglow: Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
Damon’s ears caught each steady drop of liquid from the bars of his cage, the rhythmic sound leaving him mesmerized as he eyed the stars and swirling smoke overhead. He was so close, he could almost taste the sweet victory on his tongue. If only he hadn’t made that costly mistake with allowing the bandits to snag the prize before him. Greedy thoughts got the best of him however and with possibly more treasures to add to his trove, the Imp followed close at their heels as they made their way back to their camp. He followed them to where the trove was hidden away from sight. And he would have gotten away with it all…if it hadn’t been for the damn Inquest catching him by surprise.
Hollers from their parties swallowed the entirety of the camp, Damon eyeing the shadowy prison along the walls. He’d been thrown on his back, his wrists bound behind him and his gear ripped from his person. A small trail of blood had dried on his lip, his bruises and scars the least of his worries as the thief thought what to do next.
Without his daggers, he had nothing to defend himself with nor anything to amplify his link with the elementals. Flames burned inside of heart but could not emerge onto the physical plane, no matter how much he willed it so. The scolding words of Bellammere echoed in Damon’s mind and he frowned, knowing she’d have a field day as soon as she received word of what happened.
‘Stealing for the sake of stealing will only end in disaster. You take too many risks in living a dishonest life. You can only remain unscathed for so long. You continue your actions, don’t come seeking my help when it comes crashing down upon you.’
“Rosa’s so strange, worrying over nothing. I’ll just have to show her I can handle things on my own,” Damon muttered, closing off his dark eyes to rely on his hearing. He was always so good at listening to the world around him; his ears never failed him unlike his sight. The usual party sounds could be heard further into the camp as well as the sound of scuffling somewhere. Focusing on his radius, the Sylvari began to work on his bindings. If he could break from them, the surrounding bars would be no match for his strength and his flames.
Tajiface: Rhyne took at least a few moments to survey the encampment. It wasn’t as large as the main encampment the Jackdaw pirates claimed, but it certainly was spacious… Which worked out better for Rhyne; more space meant more cover. Sure enough a bonfire burned brightly in the middle of the camp. The Inquest representatives sat hunched together at one end of the fire while the pirates, mixed with all races, hollered and danced excitedly around the fire between trips to the keg. There were at least a dozen surrounding the fire, not including the Inquest agents. Rhyne glanced around the buildings with no luck. There was no way of knowing how many more pirates were possibly in the buildings sleeping or tending to other business.
Rhyne waited until a passing couple were far enough away to not notice his descent. As soon as he lowered himself to the ground he swiftly made his way to the makeshift prison. He figured the prison was most likely to hold the Pact device along with their other loot, as it was the most secure area in the encampment. The prison itself was a pathetic excuse for defense in Rhyne’s opinion. Like all Jackdaw encampments this one was made of broken ship parts, which meant roofs not truly connected to walls. Rhyne saw several openings above the walls which seemed just big enough to allow him passage.
The door was left unguarded even, much to Rhyne’s surprise. He supposed the two guards here had joined the festivities. He didn’t bother with the door’s lock and instead vaulted the framing so he could scuttle between the openings. The opening proved a right squeeze. Rhyne desperately pulled himself through with just a few scrapes.
Without looking he plopped onto the ground of the prison. He stayed crouched and near the wall in deep shadows.
Normally Rhyne took his time examining his surroundings before making a move. Once he saw the device, a luminescent sphere covered in vines, sitting on the table within a cell just on the other side of the prison he couldn’t help himself. He darted across the room without heed of the other surroundings. A voice from another cell, however, caused him to skid to a half on the dirty flooring.
He cursed inwardly, freezing in place. He carefully turned to the occupied cell, hopeful its occupant hadn’t noticed him…
(I totally don’t know anything about Jackdaw pirates LOL so that’s probably all not right hahaha)
Maeeverglow: Damon practically envisioned a guard entering the prison from the sounds his ears received in the darkness, the Sylvari’s eyes forcing open as he stared at the newcomer. A wave of shock settled in as he took in the position of the man outside his cell, the shady movements revealing themselves with ease. It was another damn thief. Perhaps the prize was beginning to attract more than its fair share.
With a steady blink, he said as calmly as he could, “what a lovely evening, huh Red?”
Tajiface: Rhyne took in the other’s current predicament, and noticed the bindings. He relaxed slightly with a deep breath.
He remained without expression as he regarded the other with one last glance. Twenty seconds was all he needed to pick the door’s lock. Should this prisoner give him away he was positive he could have the door open and be off with the device before a drunken pirate could respond. Without a reply Rhyne went to the cell door housing the pirate’s loot. He took out his picks and began work on the lock.
(LOL Rhyne is not much of a talker xD)
Maeeverglow: “Red’s giving me the silent treatment. Mannerless. I have a talent for finding your kind,” Damon breathed, his eyes narrowed as he watched the newcomer begin to work on the lock. “Hey Red, what do you think you’re doing?”
No answer. Honestly Damon wasn’t surprised. The Sylvari growled and found himself working faster on his bindings around his wrist, every turn of his arm providing necessary leverage against the ropes. He had to break free. There was no way he’d be so easily overtaken by some thief that walked into his job.
The binds loosened and without a second thought Damon’s wrists were freed, his eyes ablaze as he leapt easily to his feet. Every bit of his concentration was centered on the elements at his disposal, flames sparking at his fingertips as he gripped hard onto the bars and felt them beginning to melt under his hold. A wicked grin graced his lips as he raised his free hand and allowed fire to dance in his palm as he eyed Rhyne down.
“Oy Red, mind stepping away from my prize yeah? I’m not keen on sharing mind you,” Demonburnt hummed, working his way with ease on the bars and soon stepping out into his freedom. A record time for his escapes…perhaps if he ever found himself in such a predicament again, he’d best imagine some dickhole trying to take his treasure from him. “I’ll play nice if you can manage Red. Just back away and no one’s gotta burn.”
Tajiface: Rhyne felt the flames behind him just as he finished with the lock. An elementalist could be tricky to handle, especially one with such control of flames. Rhyne could sense the raw power coming off the Sylvari. If he wasn’t careful his next moments might be his last. Leaving the device here and failing the mission because of death was unacceptable.
Rhyne rushed past the opened door into the cell. He reached for the device and stopped abruptly, remembering the Asuran Pact scientist’s warnings about touching the device bare handed. He knew he didn’t have time to dig through the gold and trinkets around him for something to pick the device up with. He bit his lip… There was only one option. He unwrapped the purple cloth he kept tightened around his left forearm. He wrapped the cloth around his hand instead, cringing slightly at the branded ‘E’ on his skin which was now in plain sight.
(So basically the “brand” on his arm is a mark that the leader of that group made every member get… The group was notorious for various assassinations and other nasty things, but it’s well known that there are only three surviving members, who are notorious for their own extreme skills, so anyone who knows the story of that group would recognize the brand… Just some random tidbit of his story hahaha)
Rhyne grabbed the device firmly and held it behind him. With his other hand he drew his dagger, keeping it steady by his side. He was cornered in the cell now with only one blocked exit. Not an ideal escape situation, but Rhyne thought he could manage.
“You are interfering with my objective,” Rhyne stated plainly, ignoring the Sylvari’s earlier demands. “Stand aside, or I’ll have to not play nicely.”
Maeeverglow: (Lol unfortunately Damon doesn’t know shit xD so he’ll just be like whatevs don’t take my prize bish)
Damon turned his nose to the actions of the other, his eyes burning as flames began to completely engulf his readied hands. In a swift motion the Sylvari kicked the wall at his side, his abandoned gear soaring through the air before slipping onto his raised arm. He debated removing the daggers from his sheath but he decided he wouldn’t need them…not yet anyway.
“Red does know how to speak. Talking all tough. This should be fun,” he mused and prepared to launch forward, a sudden jolt in the earth raising a brow from the man as he glanced towards where the partying fools awaited outside. An earthquake? Granted a mild one but still what an odd time for such an anomaly. It seemed unnatural…almost purposeful…perhaps like Rhyne’s appearance there may have been another making themselves known that night. Shouts sounded off in the evening air and it seemed the pirates and their guests had begun to react to the quake, leaving less time to act on his escape. “Damn it all, so much for taking my sweet time. What the hell you trying to do Red?”
(Possible problems for them, do with it what you will ;P it can easily be swayed to more people leaving the camp instead of finding them if that’s the route you’d like to take. I just wanted to cause more of a ruckus from our next guest aka Bell)
Tajiface: (SO I wanted to use revenant skills, but since we don’t know much about the profession yet I just kind of used a combination of Byron’s ability to personify memories, but made it so Rhyne summons aspects of legends to enhance his fighting… Hopefully it’ll work for now! He’s read a ton of dragon lore, so his ‘specialty’ is summing dragon aspects)
Rhyne kept steady through the jolts of both the Sylvari’s attack on the wall and the sudden tremor. He closed his eyes and focused on the energies he’d learned to call on from the Mist. He felt the air prickle around him with magic as he summoned aspects from legends past. Even though his eyes were closed he was aware of his surroundings through the summoning. He channeled these energies on a certain dragon of ice plaguing the north. The air around him chilled and he could feel the energy flowing into him, making his muscles tight with the need for action. The dagger flowed dangerously in his right hand while the device suddenly started to hum in his left.
The earth trembled beneath his feet again. There was definitely another elementalist near. Judging from the angry shouting Rhyne figured the new comer was no friend of theirs. He feared this Sylvari might have a partner coming to rescue him. He needed to get out now.
Rhyne surged forward. With the dragon’s aspect he forced the air to whip up into a bitter wind and forced it towards the Sylvari. He ran at the same wall he had climbed through earlier. He thrust the dagger into the wood with an unnatural strength and used it to pull himself up quicker. Without a need to cover his noise he easily pushed through the opening and to the other side.
He leaped to the ground and rushed past confused, and drunk, pirates. He felt slightly less armed since both hands were occupied and he couldn’t use his poisoned darts for aide. He navigated as best he could towards the entrance he had used earlier. Before he could reach his destination, however, a golem suddenly appeared.
He lunged at it, but already his aspect’s strength was draining. The golem lifted an arm to block his attack then easily swung him away. He rolled on the ground twice before climbing to his feet again.
Now an Inquest agent stood proudly beside the golem. Rhyne kept his eyes closed, holding onto the aspect as long as possible, and couldn’t actually see the asura. He could sense the aura of the Inquest agent, however, and it was not pretty.
In trainings Rhyne was skilled at summoning the initial aspect with a powerful burst. Keeping an aspect manifested in this world from the Mists… Well, he wasn’t so good at that.
“Hand over the device, plebeian,” the Inquest agent shouted over the chaos of the battle around them. “I promise your painful death will be only slightly less painful.”
(I just wanted to get Damon and Rhyne into the battle outside xD)
Maeeverglow: (Love it xD Rhyse is so badass! I can’t wait to see more from him)
A surge of cold wiped through the narrow confines of the prison, the once confident Sylvari stumbling back on his heels. A curse howled into the air as he struggled to remain on his feet, his burning gaze following the thief as he escaped with immense speed. Something was odd about that man, his abilities those Damon had never seen before. They were odd…yet fascinating. He had to learn more, understand what brought on such unimaginable strength and magic.
Just the thought of discovering such secrets brought forth the wickedness within his soul, his toothy grin glittering in the wake of his flaming grasps as he quickly snatched both daggers from their sheaths. The weapons acted as an amplifier for his elemental drive, the flames wrapping completely up his arms and rounding his chest. They traveled all across his body, setting the darkness ablaze as he cackled.
“Heh, wait for me Red. The fun’s just getting started!” Damon called into the night as the flames fully engulfed the Sylvari, his body launching into the air and smashing through the prison walls with ease. A speeding fireball, he rushed through the camp with his sights set fully on Rhyne. Then to the Inquest and his golem pet standing across from his new interest, the thief skidding to a halt beside the man. “Oy, even more guests for the party? Things just keep getting better and better.”
Another rumble of the earth and more and more shouts echoed through the night, the Sylvari’s sights flashing for a moment beyond the camp’s walls. Something was coming, something powerful. A thought crossed his mind if he’d hurry the fun along and get back his treasure or if he’d stale as long as possible to see what could possibly be causing such a ruckus beyond their position. Damon supposed in the end that he’d play it by ear. It all depended on how much fun the enemies and Rhyne allowed him to have.
Tajiface: “Will you stop following me already?” Rhyne grumbled at the Sylvari, surprising even himself.
The dragon aspect was beginning to weaken, and with its departure his strength was leaving as well. He was beginning to feel panicked that this mission might turn into a failure after-all. He absolutely did not want to allow that.
He pulled from the Mists one more time. The magic swam from the dead world into his aspect. He could feel the strength returning even if it was only going to be for a moment. He threw the dagger directly at the asura, bolstering the flying weapon with a frosty wind, then he took off. He heard the asura scream in pain behind him, then cursing and directions given to the golem. Rhyne frowned. The dagger must have missed its target at the asura’s heart.
He glanced behind just in time to see the golem’s detached arm flying towards him. It was moving too fast for him to dodge. All he could do was raise an arm to help soften the blow as he rolled to the ground, the device forced out of his hand and rolled away. Without thinking he reached out for the device with his unwrapped right hand. Immediately he knew he had made a major mistake.
The device almost roared with the buzzing sound as soon as he touched it with bare skin. The vines of the device writhed beneath his touch. A vine whipped out and lashed at this arm, ripping skin and flesh in its wake. He cried out and tried to drop the device, but it had latched onto his hold. Air was knocked out of him as he felt the summoned aspect forcefully yanked away from him. The device absorbed all that magic energy and didn’t stop there. Rhyne could feel it tapping into his very strength, he felt like it was taking away even his own life energy. In a last moment of desperation he kicked at the vines until it finally detached. The device dropped to the ground, still buzzing with newfound life.
Rhyne knew he had to run, but all he could manage was laying on the jungle’s grassy ground. Breathing was difficult for some reason. He had to force himself to take a slow, steady breath every few seconds. He remembered this feeling from his training, when aspects would suddenly break on him. Dropping a connection suddenly with the Mists was difficult for a living body to handle. On top of that he felt as though he had no physical energy left either. He could see blood from his injured arm seeping the ground around him. No matter how many times he tried he just couldn’t will himself to his feet, though.
The Inquest agent was now hovering over the device with a wicked grin. Rhyne’s dagger had ripped through the agent’s shoulder, leaving a bloody mess. The agent didn’t seem concerned with the injury, however, as he gleefully stared at the device.
“Quick, quick, pick it up!” The agent yelled at the golem, then turned to Rhyne. “Then stomp on this imbecile so we can start on this fool with the fire.”
Maeeverglow: The scene played out before Damon, the Sylvari gawking at the device’s reaction to the touch of bare skin. He could see Rhyne struggling to breathe, his arm a bloodied mess and his body unable to lift from the harsh ground below. Perhaps it was a saving grace to have this thief step into the fray after all, if he hadn’t Damon could have been left in such a position or worse. Not only was this newcomer one of fascinating power…he also brought forth such knowledge the Imp rather not learn firsthand through his own actions.
“Oy Red, feeling a little down are ya? Heh, the device is my prize. You took my prize. Thus I followed. Now if you’ll excuse me,” his grin glittered as the flames completely surrounded his body, a separate flaming entity rolling from his stance and launching at the bumbling golem threatening forward. The asura continued to bark orders despite the golem’s tango with the flame elemental, a gasp soon erupting from his throat as the flame-armored Sylvari darted forward with his daggers at the ready. “Gotta boil some Inquest blood.”
Damon’s movements were fluid, each accent sharp as he sliced through the air. The small body of the asura frantically dodged each attack, his skin burning at the closeness of the flames ripping past. All the while his gun was raised in hopes to shoot the fiery beast that stood against him. Alas, the dance kept on and there wasn’t a chance for a clean shot. Damon’s wicked grin grew more harsh by the second, the flames engulfing him once more as he found his chance. The asura had grown sloppy in his stance, leaving his heart completely open to his enemy.
The flaming blade of the dagger sunk into the Inquest’s skin, a deafening shriek roaring from his throat as his entire tiny form was swallowed up in a fearsome inferno. Damon stood poised, his fiery armor now engulfing the shriveling mess that was once a living enemy. Soon the flames disapated and all that was left was a blackened husk of melted skin and bone, the thief eyeing his work with a satisfaction before he looked towards the golem and his elemental pet.
The winged being, whom he thought would have handled the golem without fail, was struggling. Each swipe of his fiery claws was deemed useless from the golem’s shields, the mechanical being easily slicing through its limbs. Flame resistance. Of course the golem’s specialty had to be flame resistance.
“Damn mechanical beast,” Damon shouted as he watched his elemental pop from existence with a final blow from the golem, the Sylvari beginning to stomp over to try his hand at the beast. However, another jolt from the earth and the Imp barely had time to roll back as the camp’s walls suddenly broke through, a rather large rock golem bursting through and throwing its boulder arms against the unprepared mechanical being. Damon’s eyes widened at the sight, the elemental nothing he could ever manage to conjure up on his own. His specialty was flames, something he’d trained since he’d first emerged from the dream. Because of his fascinations, the other elements had fallen by the wayside and there was never a time he could truly hope to bring forth such power by the side of the other elements. His suspicions were sound, another elementalist had walked into the fray. “D-Damn it all, I don’t have time for-.”
The last words never rolled off the Sylvari’s tongue as he saw a thin figure step from the whirling smokescreen bellowing from the fallen debris of the walls. A rosy blur rushed into the camp and immediately darted towards Damon, his daggers quickly sheathed as he held out his arms to the newcomer.
“Rosa, you wanted to join the party too? All you had to do was ask. Or maybe you heard there was a little mishap and I got a wee bit captured. Ha, all things good now so-,” the Imp paused as Bellammere easily sidestepped the Sylvari and instead made her way to Rhyse’s side, her eyes following each disgusting wound with a panic. Damon turned towards the sight, his arms still holding at the air for someone to rush into his hold. “Oy Rosa, you missed.”
“Shut up you dolt, I warned you not to come here. Look at the state of this man, this could have been you!” Bell sneered, her tone harsher than Damon ever thought possible. He could see the whirled aura of concern about the woman as she concentrated on her connection with the elements. With one hand still attuned to her rock golem facing off against the mechanical beast of the Inquest, the other now bubbled with the cooling water of healing. “Sir, I ask you remain still, I am unsure how much I can help but I will try my best to assist you.”
“Rosa, what are you-?” Damon began but fell silent as he watched the woman gently place her hand upon the injured arm without pause for the fallen man’s consent, the water seeping into each bloodied wound as she closed her eyes from the world. The amount of power to wield more than a single element at a time was rather unfounded, many believing it to be impossible to manage. It took supreme concentration and trust in the elements, something Bell surely succeeded at. Her kindness and abilities surged a mighty alliance with fire, air, water and earth. And with that alliance, she grew more and more into a force not to be trifled with. Of course, it was rare she went into such displays of power. After all, she was not a huge fan of battling others. But when the time came for her to stand, the Sylvari did not disappoint.
Turning his gaze back towards the fighting golems, the Imp gasped as the mechanical beast roared in panic. One of its arms had been completely ripped from its socket, tossed to the side like a ragdoll while the rock golem began to work on its other limbs. The shields were long gone and sparks flew from the exposed wires left in the wake of its injuries. No doubt Bell frowned on such treatment, even if the creature receiving it was not truly alive. Yet the simple matter of the situation deemed the force of hand necessary, something she’d likely remind Damon later once they were safely out of reach from the remaining pirates and Inquest in the area.
With a final blow the rock golem punched straight through the paneling of the Inquest’s golem as its hum of life deafened, soon crumbling limp on the ground without hope of repair. The elemental stood proud of its accomplishments before also crumbling, its time from the earth seemingly up. The job was done, it could rest. Damon grinned at the sight before turning once more to the abandoned device on the ground, his hands ready for the taking as he inched forward towards it. Without thinking, he would of scooped up the prey…if not for a sudden encasement of stone surrounding the device and halting his hands from further approaching.
“Don’t touch it Damon. You’ve seen what it can do. Use your bloody head for once in your life!” The woman hissed, the healing waters beginning to dissipate as she cursed and raised her hand from the arm. Though some of the wounds were cared for there was still so much work left to be done. She doubted the man had enough energy to rise to his feet alone. She needed more time to work on him. But their position was in such a dangerous location…she couldn’t risk them staying there any longer. With a guarantee the man would be alright with her actions, she slowly lifted to her feet with him in her hold. She grunted at the heavy body in her arms, her struggles evident with each step she managed towards the device now swallowed by rock. Carefully she lifted the guarded device in her hold before glaring towards the pouting Damon reaching towards the item in question. “Don’t just stand there Damon, help me carry him. There isn’t a moment to lose!”
“B-But Rosa, that’s my trea-!”
“Now Damon!” Bell snapped, her eyes ablaze with flames as she narrowed them in his direction. The Imp flinched at the tone emphasized by the fire and he quickly did what he was told, carefully throwing Rhyne’s other arm over his shoulder as they began their escape from the shouting fools pursuing them.
“Angry Rosa killing all the fun, I swear.”
“Angry Rosa is going to burn you to a crisp if you don’t shut up and help. Now come on!”
(Lol Damon brings out the fire in Bell 😀 also feel free to timeskip or add in some things. I just wanted to write a huge scene. Hope you like it!)
Tajiface: Rhyne could not believe what he had done. In fact, his decision was so unbelievable his landlord deliberately took her time dressing his wounds. The female Norn almost completely ignored him even as she wrapped crisp bandages around the slashes on his arm. She instead focused a glare at the two Sylvari currently in his abode.
“Five years you bring no guests, you hardly even stay here yourself,” she gestured towards the two strangers behind him. “Then you show up with a busted arm and two shrubs carrying you in, and you’re telling me everything is alright?”
Rhyne shrugged, and then winced when it pulled at her handiwork. The Sylvari’s healing magic certainly helped with the pain. The wound looked shockingly open still, even despite the burst of healing magic. Earlier He had tried to sneak the two in without his landlord noticing. They got pretty far into the lodging actually, but a neighbor’s child had spotted them and in no time Isolda graced his door.
He liked Isolda because she was a retired adventurer, so she was a bit more accommodating than other landlords about his long absences from the property. He made sure she was paid and she did not fret over his often long excursions away from Lion’s Arch. Rhyne also came to admire Isolda simply because she cared about her tenants in a roundabout way. Instead of a mother hen she was more like a mother wolverine; she let her kids play until they got hurt, then came the claws. Unfortunately she tended to scold her kids more than those who hurt them… And Rhyne was often one to be scolded. Still, while she grumbled about his dangerous mistakes he always counted on her to tend his wounds when Pact healers were spread too thin.
“Don’t you just shrug, you blasted slob.” Isolda narrowed her eyes as she tugged especially hard on a bandage.
Inadvertently he tried to tug his arm away only to be pulled back by the Norn’s strong hold. Isolda reached behind her for scissors she had placed on the small table he kept beside the couch he called his bed. She had shoved all the books and odd trinkets which had accumulated on the small table over the years, along with layers of dust. The table was just like the rest of his small apartment. Various volumes of books and scrolls took up any empty space on the few pieces of furniture he had. He had even started piling stacks of books into boxes on the floor. On top of these he kept the trinkets he had acquired over his missions with the Priory and the Pact.
A single window at the top of his loft barely allowed any evening sunlight through it’s dust covered panes. He focused on each individual speck which flew through the coarse beams.
He turned his attention back to Isolda when he heard more grumbling. She widened her eyes at his arm and muttered something about the bleeding. Rhyne quickly realized blood was already seeping through the bandages again. He turned to where he had draped his coat over the back of the couch and pulled out one of the darts stashed away. He plunged the dart into his arm without a second though, which startled a curse out of Isolda.
Rhyne had to suppress a grin at the outburst. “It thins the blood, should help with the bleeding.”
Isolda rolled her eyes and began packing her medical kit away.
“You still owe me an explanation about the shrubs here.”
“They’re called Sylvari, and they’re standing right next to you, be polite.” Rhyne rolled the shoulder of his injured arm, mentally checking just how much the injury limited his abilities.
Rhyne wish he could offer a reasonable explanation to himself even. Isolda spoke the truth, this was the first time he had ever taken guests to his living space. He had made a split decision to keep the device within his sights, at least. He didn’t know anything about these two Sylvari, but the second one seemed to be concerned with his well-being. He would have to think of a strategy to get the device back in his possession without revealing too much about it.
“I don’t have to be polite in my own damn property.” Isolda snapped back. She stomped to the door and sent one final glare at the two Sylvari. “If you even think about causing a ruckus here you’ll have more than just Lion’s Guard to worry about. You’ll have to worry about me.”
With that she slammed the door and Rhyne could hear her stomps beating on the wooden flooring as she walked away.
Rhyne adjusted his seat in the couch before turning to his impromptu guests. “Sorry to drag you all the way here. This is one of the safest places I know.”
Maeeverglow: Damon whistled as he searched every nook and cranny of the thief’s apartment, his eyes scanning each piece with interest. His fingers itched to scoop up as many treasures as possible, everything seeming so valuable and worthy of his attention. There was little care for the Norn now casting glares in his direction and harsh words he often chose to ignore, the Sylvari’s priorities clearly on his expanding trove of prizes.
Bellammere however refused to take her eyes off Rhyne. She stood poised, straight in stature as she followed Isolda’s movements. A flash of concern shined from her gaze as she noticed the wounded arm’s wretched state. And when the Norn showed her authority before departing, the woman offered a nod of understanding for fear of opening her mouth to speak. Only when she’d disappeared from the apartment did Bell then answer.
“She reminds me of Corvo.”
The familiar name sparked interest for her companion as Damon turned his gaze to glance upon her, “you mean Smiles?”
“Yes, you should definitely call him that to his face,” Bell answered, a mild chuckle rising from her throat before she stepped forward. Crossing the threshold with a swift pace, the Sylvari soon stood before the seated man. Without pause, she leaned forward and scooped the man’s face into her hold. Their eyes were level, her usual greeting for those she first meets. “A proper first encounter should always be made when one is able to look another in the eye.”
“Oy you know Griddles mentioned that before that you got that quirk about you Rosa. But hey you never did that with me,” Damon scuffed, returning to his search of the room.
“Would you like me to do it to you Damon? Would that make you feel better?” The Sylvari joked without glancing away from the man in her hold, the sound of her companion grumbling a clear answer that he’d not be interested in such an ordeal, at least not with the present company nearby. “Please don’t apologize sir. I feel I should be the one to humbly beg your forgiveness. It seems my friend has caused you quite a bit of trouble.”
“How is this my fault?”
“Damon can be quite the pain but I assure you he means wel-actually he probably doesn’t mean well at all now that I think about it,” another joke and Bell couldn’t help but grin at her words. “I apologize you’ve found yourself in such a predicament sir. I’d hoped my healing waters would aide you but it seems even my touch was not enough. I’m sorry for that. Perhaps I can try again? My name is Bellammere and I know you’ve already had the pleasure of dealing with that idiot Damon.”
“Charmed,” he growled at the introduction.
“Might I ask your name sir? I do not believe we’ve been fully introduced yet.”
(Bell and her strange ways lol until she knows his name she won’t let go xD she must have eye contact in their introduction)
Tajiface: “Uh, Rhyne is the name.” He pulled back from the uncomfortable touch. “I appreciate your offer for more healing, but I prefer to let my wounds heal naturally. Keeps the lesson firm for future guidance.”
Silence crept after his statement and he squirmed uneasily in his seat. People were not his strong suit… At least living people were not. He cleared his throat and tried to speak again.
“You don’t have to apologize for him either. We were basically in the same business at that pirate’s camp.”
Maeeverglow: Bellammere straightened as she lightly tapped her lip in thought. In the satchel rested on her hip waited the device in question, still encased in rock thanks to her abilities. She could feel her magic slowly being pulled however and there was no question the protective barrier would soon crumble apart. The device needed to be handled properly; however, Bell wasn’t sure what it even was and therefore how to take care of it. “So the device isn’t yours then?”
Suddenly Damon was at her side, his gaze strong on her satchel as he reached to grab it. “It’s mine Rosa. I stole it fair and square!”
With a step out of the way, Bell threw a hand up to block her companion from coming near. “You know how I feel about those antics of yours. Besides you don’t seem to know much about the device in question besides it looked shiny. You would have likely held it in your grasps and ended up a lifeless husk. But sir Rhyne on the other hand seems to know a great deal about it.”
With a calming glance, Bell focused on the thief, “what can you tell me about this item sir Rhyne? I wish to guarantee it ends up in the hands of the right person.”
“Me Rosa, I’m the right per-ow!” Damon whimpered as Bell slammed a fist into his gut to silence him. It seemed her patience was drawing thin with him.
“What can you tell me, sir Rhyne?”
Tajiface: Rhyne also stared longingly at the satchel. Stealing the device back would be two darts away if he weren’t wounded. He inwardly sighed but kept his face expressionless.
“I’m returning the device to its creator, an Asuran.”
Maeeverglow: Bellammere’s head tilted at the answer, “I can return it to the Asuran then. You’re in no condition to leave this place let alone meet with your clients.”
Damon was quick to climb on his feet, his gaze rather dark at odds to his usual expressions for the woman. He valued Bell as a friend and though he often teased her he never wished harm upon her. But she was overstepping her boundaries in this instance. He’d gone to steal the device and he’d be damned if it ended up in the hands of some Asuran, even if that Asuran happened to be the creator of the said device. Didn’t want it out of reach, the tiny creature should have protected the device better then.
“Rosa, give me the device. We’re leaving,” he growled under his breath, flames sparking at his fingertips. He tried his best to sound menacing, wicked even. However as Bellammere glanced his way she didn’t resemble fear at all. In fact, it was almost as if she pitied his efforts. “Rosa, that device is mine. Now give it back.”
“I wish you would just let this go Damon. You were the one who mentioned your antics to me knowing well enough I’d probably come along to knock some sense into you,” the woman muttered, a regretful eye settling upon her companion. Even if she didn’t agree with his efforts, Bellammere never truly tried to stop the Imp from his life. It wasn’t her own to live after all. She’d learned from her time with her friends to know she should allow them to live the life they wished.
But not this time. Bellammere knew that after witnessing the power of the device firsthand as she came into view of the camp. She watched as it tore Rhyne’s arm and knocked him on his back. She watched the Inquest clamor to retrieve it back. She felt it’s own power fighting against hers as she allowed the earth to swallow it whole to guard the world from its destructive hold. Even now, resting in her satchel, the device hummed in its casing begging for release. And it pulled at the earth, clawing its way out. It wouldn’t be long before even her powers were lacking in the face of such adversity.
There was no way she’d let Damon touch it, nor did she trust Rhyne enough to take the item either. He withheld information, that much was certain. And it was clear he wasn’t going to be forthcoming with any either.
“Just tell me where this Asuran is and I will take the item. Whatever payment you were promised I can retrieve for you and return here,” she stated, awaiting Rhyne’s arguments. If he were anything like Damon, she was sure it wouldn’t be as simple as that. Being comfortable with the Sylvari thief, she was able to handle him easy enough. But this newcomer was different. He was a stranger and one she did not fully understand. He had power she’d never witnessed before and she feared what sort of powers he’d yet for them to witness. Juggling whatever may come as well as the whining Damon constantly reaching for the satchel, Bellammere wondered just how long she could keep up before she collapsed from mere exhausting.
Tajiface: Rhyne could sense the shift in tone within their small group. He kept a closer eye on Damon than his female companion. The Sylvari reeked of danger, a scent Rhyne was quite accustomed to.
“I’m not working for the Asuran. We’re both members of The Pact, and that device is supposed to aide us in the fight against the dragons.” Rhyne was only willing to offer a small amount of information. He figured this much was mostly public knowledge anyway and ultimately wouldn’t cause harm. “I was in the middle of retrieving the device which was stolen during mid-delivery before I ran into your friend.”
Maeeverglow: “Ran into me? You were gonna leave me locked up. How’s that any way to treat a potential ally huh?” Damon hissed through his teeth, the female at his side fighting hard not to laugh at his words.
“You were both there to capture the device for completely different reasons. At what point did you even assume you two were potential allies?” Bell hummed with a wink to the Sylvari flaring beside her.
“He could have at least opened the damn door.”
“Such a baby,” she mused, stepping away from her companion as he once more tried to sneak his grasp onto the satchel. She narrowed her gaze for emphasis of her tone as she addressed the two in the room. “This device will return to the pact then under my care. Clearly from your arms’ condition you are not fit to wield said device. And Damon you-.”
“Rosa don’t be a fool. I got that device fair and-.”
“I’m a fool and yet I’m the one holding the device right now? That’s cute Imp. Keep stomping your feet in a tantrum, it’s very manly,” Bell then turned her full attention towards Rhyne, ignoring the Sylvari burning with rage beside her. “I believe in your situation unfortunately Sir Rhyne you are not in so much of a position to argue. I have the device well-handled and I am willing to do with it as you wish. I’m afraid you are stuck trusting me, at least for a short while. Once the device is safely back with the Asuran, I will personally drag Damon and be on my way. You won’t have to deal with me again. What do you say?”
Tajiface: Rhyne stared at the satchel housing the device. Ultimately, he supposed allowing Bellemere to carry it was not a bad decision. He had not heard any bad tales of a Sylvari like her… He assumed she did not have a bad reputation because she had done nothing nasty to earn one. He just hoped Trahearn would not be too upset with outsiders helping. (OMG is that how his name is spelled?!)
“Alright, you can carry the device, but I will still be accompanying you. It’s my mission to see it is returned properly without further delays.” Rhyne said this last comment with only a flicker of a look at Damon.
Maeeverglow: Bell grinned at the answer, her companion’s growls of disdain easily disregarded as she patted the satchel happily. “I accept the conditions. Let’s be off then. Unless you need more time to rest?”
Tajiface: They set off the next morning before Isolda was awake. Rhyne did not want to risk Isolda raising more questions about his hasty return and even hastier departure. Appropriating transport was even easier than Rhyne imagined. Tyrian merchants jumped on the business opportunity presented in the Pact’s fledgling Camp Resolve. Supplies of all kinds were required in the remote camp. The dangerous nature of the Silverwastes also presented merchants a chance to raise prices even higher. Almost every merchant willing to risk their lives took advantage of this, and so Lion’s Arch was abuzz with such merchants.
Several caravans camped on the outskirts of Lion’s Arch where less inhabitants ventured on leisurely strolls and got in their way. The morning heat picked up just as they reached the crowds of Dolyaks and merchants just as they arrived. Several tents were scattered among the animals and wagons holding the merchant’s goods. It wasn’t hard to pick out the caravans destined for the Wastes. These had more guards and even a few Pact soldiers with them. Rhyne stayed close to the caravans with actual Vigil or Pact soldiers, speaking vaguely with the various caravan owners. This caravan owner in particular seemed promising to their needs
The human caravan leader, Cole, perched on top of a barrel waiting to be loaded as he spoke to Rhyne. He had scars running up his arms and even a few on his face. His caravan workers had similar scaring, which made Rhyne secure in the fact they knew battle well and could defend themselves. The man regarded him carefully as Rhyne explained he and two others needed quick transportation to Camp Resolve.
“Well, it won’t be an easy trip,” Cole adjusted his broad brimmed hat, shading his eyes from the morning sun. “Seeing as you’ve talked to just about everyone here, I’m guessing yer just looking for a fair price.”
Rhyne nodded. “I am sure you’ll receive extra compensation at Camp Resolve as well for overseeing Pact agents safe travel.”
The leader laughed in a gravely voice. “Safe? There ain’t nothing safe about the ‘Wastes. If the trip there don’t kill ya, with those Triad thugs looming around Brisban, then the Mordrem scum will see to it yer done for.”
“We can handle our own safety, then. We just require a means for travel.” Rhyne replied evenly.
“I see how well ya handled yerself in the past there.” Cole tilted his hat towards Rhyne’s bandaged arm.
“If we die on the trip then you have nothing to worry about.” Rhyne nonchalantly shrugged.
Cole rubbed his chin in thought. “Yer telling me I should expect payment from an injured idiot and two sylvari stooges? One of which looks like a thug himself? Doesn’t seem like any price would cover the trouble you three would bring.”
Rhyne rubbed his thumb along the inside of his gloved palm, a nervous habit he’d picked up since joining the Pact. “I’m telling you it is. Half of the payment when we leave, the other when we arrive.”
Cole sat quietly again for a few moments until one of his workers ushered him off the barrel so it could be loaded. Then the man towered over Rhyne, looking down at him with a frown.
“I don’t like youngins like you,” The leader finally muttered. “Too secretive, I can tell just from talking with ya there’s more to the story than just a couple of Pact agents trying to get to the camp. The answer’s no.”
(OK I think I have a plan now… you can have Bell/Damon say/do whatever for the caravan leader next! I’ll introduce Galvyn after this, and I actually remembered to attach the image of him! hahaha)
Maeeverglow: (I’m excited to see your new plant join the party 🙂 friendships blossoming all over the place!!!)
Bellammere positioned herself in sight of their newest companion, her rosy orbs fixated on the conversation between him and the caravan leader in question. Rhyne provided a show of his persuasive skills, swindling deals with those he deemed most worthy of the venture beyond Brisban. It was evident however from her read on Cole’s stance however he wasn’t buying it, no matter the price shelved into his pockets.
It was never going to be easy. Bellammere knew that better than anyone. Her arms crossed along her chest, a frown formed on her lips as she recalled their destination.
The Silverwastes were a treacherous landmine of death for those who dared to set foot there, the horrid stories echoing out across each kingdom of what waited there. It was no secret Bell feared that place, feared every inch of the place without at least Grid’s strength to guide her on. This journey was a tragic mistake on her part, the woman allowing herself in the companionship of one who would destroy any hope of allies for a chance to satisfy his own greed…and one she knew little of save for the simple fact of he could not be trusted.
The device hummed in its casing, beckoning for release as it scratched and pulled at the rocky barrier provided by the elementalist holding it back. Each moment was a tug at her very soul, Bellammere outwardly cringing as she bit hard on her lip in an attempt to focus her power on keeping it trapped and safely out of the reach of those ready to snatch it up. Beads of sweat teased the nape of her neck, drenching her petaled mane cascading upon her shoulders. A thought if she were visibly shaking popped into her mind, the woman begging her body to comply to keep them from noticing. She had to be strong. There was no other choice in the matter.
“Oy Rosa, there you are!” Damon’s voice chimed from beside the Sylvari woman, her gaze shifting to the fiery thief now poised at her side. When did he get there? And a better question, when did he leave her sights at all? The troublemaker seemed at his usual antics again, his wicked grin a clear indication of his tricks. “Rosa Rosa, wanna see?”
Her orbs flashing at the question, Bellammere growled under her breath, “what did you steal this time?”
“I told you Rosa, forceful possession. And it’s a lovely little gift for you!” The Imp hummed as he stepped to the side, the small form of a baby Dolyak peeking up at the duo with a curious gaze. Bellammere had to fight off the blush threatening to form on her cheeks as she stared upon the most adorable creature, the woman continuously repeating in her mind that this beast was a stolen item. “Ain’t he cute?! Let’s name him Sir Fluffles!”
“You can’t just steal a baby Dolyak Damon! What the hell are you thinking? We’re trying to become in an alliance with a caravan for safe travels to the Silverwastes. How the hell can we do something like that if you keep stealing their things and pissing them off?” She hissed, a finger pressed upon the thief’s chest as she narrowed her gaze upon him. The gesture only seemed to egg him on however, his grin vanishing as he narrowed his own gaze to match hers. “Listen here, this is not a game. I don’t have the energy to babysit you like before-.”
“What do you mean by that?” He interrupted with a raised brow. Bell flinched at the question, for a moment believing he noticed about her depletion of strength. “Rosa you may be a special case and I may allow you certain privileges but damn it all if you think you’re my bloody babysitter. I ain’t a fucking kid needing to hold your damn hand.”
A moment’s reprieve from her original worries, Bellammere continued her speech. “You know well enough what I mean. You treat everything like a little game of yours. You lie, you steal, you destroy because it pleases you. You don’t even think about what you do and how it affects those around you. The fears of those who refer to you as such things…Imp, Demon, Devil…those names are well-warranted. You act like a hooligan, threatening the livelihood of others for your own gain. I know that isn’t how you truly are though Damon. I know that you can be good, can be serious, can be more than just a greedy thief. So why don’t you try hard enough to prove that to others instead of me? If you can’t then there’s no way in hell anyone is ever going to side with us.”
“Sweet words Rosa, coming from a wench like you who can’t even strike a blow to her enemies. What’s to say people wouldn’t want to help you because they don’t want to play guardian to a spoiled little brat? They don’t want to risk their lives for someone who wouldn’t even try to return the favor yeah? Keep talking down to me like you know better love, at least I fucking know what I am. I know what the world thinks of me. I don’t fucking try and hide it. What about you huh? You realize what they all probably saying about us right? We’re twigs yeah? Weeds even? A precious little princess who don’t want to get her hands dirty and a thuggish (yet strikingly handsome) man who could roast their blood in a second flat.”
“What’s your point here?”
“Damn it, always got to rush us along right? Gotta be in control of the conversation yeah? My point is Rosa you don’t get a say in what I do. You don’t get to babysit me. You don’t get to deal with my thieving ways. You don’t get to deal with anything when it comes to me because I don’t fucking need you.”
“Don’t need me?” Bellammere repeated, a tint of hurt in her gaze as she lowered her hand to her side once more. Turning away, she muttered just loud enough for him to hear, “right, you don’t need me. You didn’t need me when I showed at the bandit’s keep, guaranteeing the device didn’t rip you to shreds. You don’t need me now as I try to keep you for getting further into danger than you already are.”
Damon frowned at her words. “I was fine on my own Rosa. I had it under control.”
“Good for you. Perhaps next time I’ll just let you get killed by your own terrible decisions then,” she whispered with a roll of her eyes, the woman patting the satchel once more before stepping past the Imp to where the baby Dolyak stood poised and as curious as ever. The woman stroked his fur, calming him down before slowly leading him away. “I am sorry for hurting your feelings Damon. I did not mean to be so harsh with you. I apologize for that. What I will not apologize for is doing what I can to protect you and my wishes for you to take this matter seriously. You’re not going to score a prize here. This device will not be another one of your treasures. I won’t allow it. I’m not going to see someone I consider a friend die because of their greed. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to return Sir Fluffles to his original owner. Though I appreciate the gesture, I would prefer you did not try to present me with any other stolen property Damon.”
The Imp eyed the departing woman’s back, watching her figure as she slipped from his sights almost completely. To be fair, there was always those moments of odds against one another since meeting. She didn’t agree with his lifestyle. He didn’t understand hers either. That moment however was tested patience, more so than ever before. He could see it in the way she walked, the way she spoke, the way she carried herself. Honestly he wondered if he would have noticed it if they hadn’t had their little spat.
Bellammere was in pain. Hurting. Suffering. She was struggling to keep focused and it affected the way she acted. He gave her that avenue to vent and she took it. Greed aside, Damon saw it clearly now. It was because of that device she fought to encase. It was dangerously fighting back it seemed.
Shifting his sights towards Rhyne and the caravan leader, the thief felt unable to hold himself back as he made his way to their little meeting. With a narrowed gaze upon them, he interrupted with a huff, “oy what’s the hold up yeah? We leaving yet?”
(I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! I was beginning to write and then the vision of a baby Dolyak came into my mind and then this soap opera bs somehow got typed out. I can change it though >.< I can make it more simple, more fitting with the situation, I just…I don’t know what happened lol)
Tajiface: (It was great tho!!)
Cole turned back to see the one behind the yelling. Rhyne almost physically grimaced. There was probably no hope now-
“Hey, it is you, Rhyne!”
Rhyne cringed at the shouting of his name, causing many to look at him and then back to the source of the shout. Even Cole’s attention turned from Damon to yet another sylvari approaching them through a parting crowd. This sylvari stood out in the bright sun with skin the color of a darkened night sky and a patch of light blue hair to top it off. He wore the loose clothing found commonly on dwellers of the Wastes, with a dusky coloring similar to the sand found there.His arms hung loosely out of the short sleeves of his coat, and he raised one to wave wildly at Rhyne from the short distance. The motion revealed two ornate pistols at his hip… and Rhyne was sure that display was intentional. Rhyne glanced at Cole, who eyed the newcomer’s weapons intently.
Rhyne slightly frowned. “Galvyn. What are you doing here?”
“W-well, I was just in town on a, um, assignment.” Galvyn gave a shaky smile.
“You’re a horrible liar.” Rhyne replied quickly.
“Eh, what? I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.” Galvyn flushed slightly, which created an odd-looking palette on his skin. Then he sputtered over his next sentence, making the meaning inaudible. He took a deep breath and recovered his composure slightly, gesturing towards Rhyne’s arm. “What happened to you?”
“Don’t change the subject-”
“And now another one?!” Cole laughed, interrupting Rhyne’s accusation. “Your odds are really looking slim… Rhyne, was it? Too bad, maybe you and your sylvari friends can find another caravan to hitch onto if you’re quick.”
Galvyn cleared his throat and turned towards Cole with an outstretched hand. “Cole Netters, right? I’ve heard many tales about you among the caravans I’ve traveled with while working with the Pact.”
Cole hesitantly shook the hand. “Pact, huh? You guys turn up a lot here. I’m not surprised you’ve heard of me, I’m the best damn merchant to travel to the Wastes.”
“Which is why I was told to deliver this to you in the event your services will be needed.” Galvyn gave a broad smile as he handed a piece of paper over. Galvyn was good at soothing things over… or anything, for that matter. Rhyne knew the sylvari to hate conflict, and tried anything to get two rational beings to get along. He was probably in the crowd cringing at Rhyne’s lackluster negotiation earlier.
Cole stepped aside to read the parchment. Rhyne knew what it was. A blank statement issued by a well-known officer in the Pact. Many field agents were provided one in case such an occasion arose and help was needed from citizens. The letter was set-up to be addressed vaguely to any merchant or civilian who’s services would be needed. Rhyne never accepted the letter they attempted to give to him for use. This kind of tactic brought too much attention, in his opinion.
Rhyne narrowed his eyes at the sylvari. “I am handling this assignment just fine. I don’t need help. They didn’t need to send backup.”
“I can see that.” Galvyn said sarcastically. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, glancing at where Bellemere and Damon had just fought. “And I wouldn’t say ‘them’ so much as ‘she.'”
Rhyne hid his shock at the comment. He self-consciously touched the bandages. “Is she here?”
“What do you think?”
Rhyne kept his next comment to himself as Cole returned to their presence. The caravan leader handed back Galvyn’s letter with a frown.
“You keep to the wagons, don’t get in the way. I expect full payment when we arrive, mind you, with the promised extra rewards.” Cole stated.
Galvyn pocketed the letter with another smile. “Of course. When is the departure time, good sir Cole?”
“An hour, but I suggest you don’t leave in case we get hitched sooner.” Cole started to walk off but gave them one more glare. “If any of you cause trouble on the way I’ll chuck you to the Triad myself.”
Maeeverglow: Damon’s sights were focused on the duo now in his company, a curious glance upon the newcomer who ‘magically’ appeared at a moment’s notice. More pests to worry about in his mind though he was glad to hear at least they’d be shoving off soon. Perhaps Bell would soon be relieved of her load sooner than later.
“Oy, who’s the newbie? You also hunting for the prize Nightwatch?”
Slowly Bellammere inched back towards where she left the boys, the strain continuing to hamper her thoughts as she moved. Luckily her focus forced her to keep her mind on the matters at hand instead of fights with friends or the looming question of the judging gazes of others. The device required her divided attention now and it would have it. And when all of that was taken care of…she would deck Damon square in the mouth for saying such rude things and she would yell at Rhyne to be more careful in handling devices that could pretty much turn him into mince meat. Until then, she had to focus.
Rounding towards the caravan’s setup, the Sylvari paused her steps at the notice of a newcomer in the midst of their growing group. Clearly someone Rhyne knew, a soft groan sounded from her lips before she closed in on their position. “Yippee, another one.”
Tajiface: (LOL I love the nickname!)
Galvyn frowned at the question. “Prize?”
“He means the device.” Rhyne grumbled. He headed towards the wagon indicated by Cole.
Galvyn frowned as he followed close behind Rhyne.
“Uh, no, I’m not after the… Prize. I’m by coincidence only.”
Rhyne shot a subtle glare at Galvyn’s obvious lie. He was definitely here to help Rhyne deliver the device back to camp.
Galvyn didn’t comment on the glare, and instead turned towards the other two sylvari. He half trotted backwards in order to keep pace with Rhyne. “I am guessing you helped Rhyne out of some trouble. I’m sure he would never say it, but I would like to: thank you for helping him, and the Pact out!”
Rhyne rolled his eyes. He would be shocked at how loosely Galvyn shared his assumptions and secret information, but he knew the sylvari did it quite often.
“I didn’t need help, and I don’t need it now.”
Galvyn ignored him and smiled at the others. He extended a hand toward Damon, first. “My name is Galvyn, although Nightwatch has a much better ring to it! what’re your names?”
Maeeverglow: (I love Nightwatch xD he’s so cute!)
Bellammere filed in beside Damon as the fiery thief examined the hand extended to him. It was odd to see such a display presented to him. After all, many found him practically a demon. No one truly ever wanted to exchange pleasantries with him let alone give him a handshake. Hell even his closest thing to a friend beside him was fearful of him at the beginning, not even wishing to make eye contact let alone touch him.
This Sylvari though…he wasn’t afraid of him. Perhaps he had no idea who he was? “You’ve never heard of me? Damon Torchwood? The Imp of the Brisban? Demonburnt? Rosa, I don’t think he’s heard of-.”
Gently shoving her companion out of the way, Bellammere gratefully took the hand as she held her gaze straight for his own. “I must correct him here, my name is not Rosa. It’s actually Bellammere, though Bell for short if you prefer. You are friends of Rhyne then I take it? A pleasure to meet you. I couldn’t sit idly by when that man put himself in such a dangerous situation. Forgive me if I ever stepped out of bounds.”
Tajiface: Galvyn chuckled at the display and eagerly shook Bellemere’s hand. “I have heard of you both, actually. More positive words for Bellemere, unfortunately. I am never one to judge another before meeting them, however! Rhyne here found that out as well.”
“Stop gloating.” Rhyne stated. He climbed up into the wagon and into the shady interior. Many goods stashed in boxes and barrels were stacked throughout the inside. He looked over each, hoping to find a good spot to settle for the journey.
Maeeverglow: “Nightwatch here’s heard of me yet not a tinge frightened? Oy mate you hit that glowy head of yours on a rock or something?” Damon questioned, his brow raised while his rosy companion rolled her eyes and stepped carefully into the wagon to join her injured companion. “It’s all true ya know, whatever the people say. I can burn you down to your bones in a second flat.”
“Don’t let his big talk fool you Galvyn, he’s a big baby more so than a demon,” she hummed, setting in close to the opening to keep an eye on the world beyond their covering.
“Granted, he’s kind but a big baby nonetheless,” she continued with a sigh, her hand resting comfortably on the satchel…almost protectively as she awaited the others to join them inside. “I told you before Damon, not everyone is fearful of the big bad Imp.”
The fiery Sylvari seemed to pout at the declaration. “You’re just happy that he’s heard positive things about you, oy Rosa?”
“I’m just happy we can soon be on the road and a step closer to this device being placed in the proper hands,” Bell hummed with a sigh.
Tajiface: Galvyn climbed up into the wagon and brushed off any dirt that had gathered on his clothing. “I work with explosives quite frequently in my line of work, being burnt to the bone is a common threat for me. It’s very nice to meet both of you.”
Rhyne navigated his way around various crates towards the back of the wagon. The inside proved more spacious than he originally thought. There was plenty of room for all four of them to fit comfortably. He waded to a crate with bolts of clothe stacked on top. He patted the materials with his good hand, judging them to be comfortable enough. As he slid his hand across the surface he felt the brush of soft fur accompanied by a swift movement in the shadows. He jumped back only a half step before realizing who was in the wagon with them.
The shadows seemed to shift and a charr’s face appeared in the dim light. Her black fur matched perfectly to the shadows, but her muzzle and horns were slightly lighter and therefore stood out. Nona was one of the most skilled Whispers agents he had ever met, and one of only a few who could slip by even him undetected. She hopped off the crates and towered over the others.
“Nona I thought you said you were going to stay hidden. We’re going to get the whole ‘I could handle it on my own’ speech again.” Galvyn sighed, placing a hand on his hip.
Nona’s ears twitched at his comment and Rhyne stood stick still. He took a shaky breath and held it. He could have kept it together if she didn’t actually show up.
She crouched lightly and lowered her head to get closer to Rhyne. The close proximity made him even more tense.
“I was going to stay hidden, but he’s injured, which changes the plans a bit.” Nona spoke softly, an odd contrast to her fierce exterior.
“Ah, so you’ll be traveling with us after all?” Galvyn said with a sigh. “My partners are never easy to work with. My new friends, this is Nona, a Whispers agent who works frequently with the Pact.”
Nona nodded towards the two sylvari but kept her attention on Rhyne. She gave him a small smile and sighed.
“Managed to mess up even a simple retrieval mission, huh?” She teased.
Rhyne shook his head. He wanted to retort that it was not simple at all, but the words caught in his throat. Seeing his friend here was pushing him over a cliff he didn’t realize he was standing near.
Nona realized, however, and she reached out for him. Before he knew it he was face first in soft fur, locked in a tight embrace. Once his face was buried completely in Nona’s shoulder he let the tears fall.
Galvyn gasped at the display. “Whoa, Rhyne, are you alright?! I apologize for teasing earlier, I did not realize your wounds grieved you so!”
Nona laughed, and Rhyne appreciated the warmth which generated from her both physical and emotional.
“Rhyne’s just a big baby, he hates pain. Doesn’t know how to deal with it.” Nona explained, only slightly surprised he didn’t retaliate the insult with a punch.
She craned her head to get a closer look at the bandages. “When was the last time your bandages were dressed? They’re already bled through.”
The question jerked Rhyne out of his brooding moment. He slowly lifted his face off her shoulder to investigate.
“That’s impossible. I just used the blood tonic a few hours ago.” His voice scratched against his throat and he had to use his good arm to wipe the tears away. Finally he was able to see that yes, the day old wound was already bleeding again even with the tonic meant to stop bleeding.
Nona shook her head. “You touched the device, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t exactly have a choice.” Rhyne muttered. “It works damn well, by the way. About killed me on the spot.”
“You touched it while going revenant?! How stupid are you?! They told you only to touch it with gloves.”
“I told you it wasn’t exactly a choice.”
Nona sighed. “Where is it now?”
Rhyne nodded towards Bellemere before taking a seat on the crates. He pulled out fresh bandages from his pack and began redressing the wound.
Nona’s ears perked up. “I can hear it still working… Is it still absorbing magic?”
Maeeverglow: “Yes ma’am,” Bellammere simply responded, her hand still gently resting on the fabric of her satchel. Her rosy orbs were focused on the world beyond the wagon, something to keep her mind focused on her efforts.
Damon, however, leaped into their ride with a worried gaze upon his friend. “I knew you were hiding something Rosa? What the hell? That thing is draining you dry of energy?”
“Damon, please lower your voice and sit down,” she calmly answered, shifting her gaze towards Nona. “I’ve heard of you from the Order of Whispers, ma’am. It’s a pleasure. I acted quickly in the situation at hand and I encased the device with my elemental powers. Currently I have a handle on the device.”
Tajiface: Nona grinned at the explanation. “You have tenacity, I like that. However feeding that thing more magic is not a good idea, plus it’ll leave you weakened. It only activates when someone touches it with bare skin, as Rhyne so stupidly did. It’ll be fine in your satchel without any casing.”
Rhyne sighed heavily in response. He started to wrap fresh bandages on the wound, which did indeed look no better than yesterday. When he struggled with an area of his arm Nona silently reached out to help, but otherwise kept her attention on the others.
“These two helped Rhyne with the retrieval, from the looks of it the breakout wasn’t so easy.” Galvyn offered as he took a seat on a crate near them.
Nona snorted. “I believe that’s what I told a certain Pact agent before he left.”
Rhyne, begrudgingly with Nona’s help, finished the bandages. He rolled his eyes and curled up against the side of the wagon.
“I would have been fine if there weren’t meddlers.”
“That’s an odd thing to call the two who dragged you back to Lion’s Arch injured.” Nona chuckled.
“So you were following me.”
“Only after you three came into town.” Galvyn said from his seat. “We trusted you to get the job done, Rhyne. We were just worried when you came back injured and with two strangers.”
Rhyne didn’t comment and Nona spoke instead.
“Since Rhyne only bothers himself with five sentences a day,” Nona said with a grin. “I was hoping you two could give me a good story of what happened.”
Maeeverglow: Bellammere allowed a grin on her lips though she hesitated in her next move. “The casing wasn’t simply a safety precaution mind you. In truth it’s also a-.”
Damon stepped in the center of the wagon, eyeing each member of their party with a wicked look in his gaze. The same grin returned to his lips as he interrupted his friend’s words. “Oh I’ll tell you everything you need to know Fluffy. Plain and simple, Red came walking into my job. I was there hunting my prize and I was so close to grabbing it and then he just came waltzing in and trying to steal it from me. The nerve of Red, trying to scurry off with things that don’t belong to him.”
“Such notions also apply to you, Damon,” Bell added with a sigh, the woman bringing a hand up to wipe away the beads of sweat on her brow.
“Yeah yeah shush Rosa, anyway I was fighting to get what’s mine and then Red here was fighting an Inquest dumbo and then he grabbed the device with his hand and his arm decided to pretty much blow up. It was quite the show really.”
With a heavy sigh, Bellammere leaned her head back on a set of crates as she prepared to provide the correct tale. “As you can see from his outburst, there was further reason to act as I did. Though perhaps in the safety of you lot I can manage to relax.”
“I can only provide my side of the story for I wasn’t with the pair in the jail. I came across the camp in search for my friend Damon here. He had shared his interest in a particular device the bandits and the Inquest took a fancy to and he rushed off in hopes to retrieve it. Worried for his well-being, I followed after. I heard word of his supposed capture and I prepared to aid him however I could,” she explained. “I used my earth abilities and summoned a rock golem, my beast causing a grand distraction for bandits and Inquest alike. Soon however Rhyne and Damon both emerged from the jail, your friend accidentally reaching for the device and-well, you know what happened with that incident. Damon used his flames to kill the agent that threatened them both and it was then that my rock golem and I were able to storm the fort. My golem and the Inquest golem were locked in battle as I rushed to Rhyne’s side in hopes to heal him with my water abilities. Their golem was destroyed but unfortunately my actions for Rhyne did not aid him with his arm. And then Damon reached for the device…so I acted and encased it in rock and took it into my custody. From there, we traveled to Lion’s Arch. And you can probably gather the rest yourselves.”