Vesper stiffened at the sudden activity from the troll and Lesnaya (and nearly scratched her throat with her nails in the process).
But hearing about the White Stag being there, in town? Yes, she could understand their sudden excitement. Now that they mentioned it, even Vesper was a little curious about this piece of information.
edited 19th Feb '13 8:58:26 AM by NaomiHansen
"I do not approve of the fact that my favorite quotes are too long for this character limit." - MeRagnos expected a lot of things, except this. He was ready to fight if they were to be surrounded. He imagined the room would be filled with mooks using the same uniform, but all he was was a fairy and a sharp-eared swordman, though they did seem to be more powerful than their looks gave away. But fighting that was not necessary... Not anymore. The lord protector the wolf-man mentioned was more serene than he imagined.
The tall sword-user stepped forward, speaking with a clear and rather loud tone. "I'm not guilty of anything. I pursued the source of dark magic after the house was struck with lightning, then I eventually found these two and questioned them about it before your watchman came, charging us all without knowledge of what had happened".
The man knelt down infront of him pissed him off even more after he justified why he did it. There were many other ways to have achieved that, you stupid jerkass.
edited 19th Feb '13 9:51:30 AM by Rapier
Ragnos and Zia speaking snapped him out of his adoration. What am I doing? Uisce snapped at himself. What ever this protector is, he is not to be trifled with. He made an angel crawl on his knees, just with his presence. Scrambling up off the ground, Uisce cast a shield to protect himself from further...attacks?
"What the hell are you? What did you do to me?"
This is not a signature!Gray folded her arms as she sat down. She couldn't help but crack a smirk at the young matriarch's exasperation. Starting to feel the weights of the chains of power, poor little one?
Sheba went through the vivid description of Cleska with mild interest. Ever since she had been uplifted from common demon status and made a matriarch, Sheba had lost much interest in men, only pawns to be used and discarded. This feeling had only accentuated after her departure. However, not all was gone, as her old hag visage cracked up a smile.
"I'm sure the aura is lovely." She said in a low voice, and then her hand reached for the succubus matriarch, upon noticing the ruckus in the backstage. People had heard about the Stag. People that weren't supposed to listen.
"My, how smooth are those, hoo. Makes me feel want to be caressed, even if yer a lady." Gray jested, rubbing her fingers on Cleska's palm. While in truth she was doing something else. Writing full sentences, her fingers partly obscured by the ambience and only being traced back by the sense of touch.
<<"They hear. Careful. Slim chance of victory. No other options. Can manage if we keep drawing all those adventurers. Unpredictability is best ally.">>
The Paladin chuckled inside his head. New forces? This army of the iron forest didn't seem to understand. Being willing to fight was only half the battle. To join up with the Stag, one had to be prepared to give up civilisation, technology. Those men might have been fighters, but no matter how talented they were, without an absolute devotion, bordering on obsession with nature was present, they wouldn't be permitted.
He'd seen it before. Men and women clamouring to join with the Stag for his military might, yet unable to abandon technology. Creatures corrupted by cyber arts, and expelled from the order.
He chuckled again, this time out loud, then spoke to Lesnaya.
"Not just anyone gets in to the Stags order. Just being able to fight won't near suffice."
Lesnaya glared at the Green Paladin as she heard his comment "My mother is Koroleva Volchitsa the Queen of Wolves and retainer of the Stag himself! She has served White Stag for centuries! She has kept the forest safe from exploitation! Not aiding the Stag when he needs her is treason in her eyes!" The girl exclaimed proudly and angrily
edited 19th Feb '13 1:43:53 PM by Clawthewolf
Vesper stood up herself, but more as a cautionary decision than to make some speech regarding the Stag. She didn't need to be caught off guard if things between Lesnaya and the troll began to heat up.
(However, it wasn't easy for her to temporarily disregard her sore throat, or another—stronger—wave of the strange taste coming up from it.)
"I do not approve of the fact that my favorite quotes are too long for this character limit." - MeVesper gritted her teeth at the troll's tone, her chest burning with sudden anger. She did not like the way he was talking to Lesnaya at all, especially with how it was making her fidget with agitation.
edited 19th Feb '13 3:49:11 PM by NaomiHansen
"I do not approve of the fact that my favorite quotes are too long for this character limit." - Me"It's almost humorous" Geoff cut in, "That people choose to fight amongst themselves in the presence of demons." He slid himself upright against the wall, thankful that his plate armor was well padded on the inside. It wouldn't be the best rest he'd gotten, but it wouldn't be the first time he had to sleep in plate either. When your greatest enemies stick to the night hours like a tick, it's bound to happen once or twice.
"Why don't we wait until this great White Stag chooses to show himself to set things straight, shall we?"
To the law and for the good of man. All I need to live by.While still wary of the situation at hand, the troll's new focus on Geoff eased Vesper's mind a little. (Better that Geoff be a potential target than Lesnaya or herself. She hoped that his armor could take that kind of beating.)
"I do not approve of the fact that my favorite quotes are too long for this character limit." - MeOld Benny, The Old Man of The Inn
"Yes, that's fine young miss..." murmured Old Benny as he handed Widia a candle-lamp. "Don't worry about money... since I'm outta rooms, feel free to stay as long as you want in the lobby here... Also, if you require a meal, just holler at me and I'll fetch something for you."
With a simple wave, Old Benny smiled a bit, before leaning back into his chair... finally drinking the large mug of mead he had in wait. It was clear that the poor guy had a long day.
Cleska, Underneath the Inn
A silent sigh came from Cleska as the others heard her words, though, for some reason, she wasn't all that bothered. The White Stag was here... and if he was here, then that meant the danger that was to soon face Swampveil was very much real. Although... a feeling deep in the fiber of her being had told her that there had to be a hidden reason why The White Stag had decided to come here in person. Even if this was the last bastion of law and order... for he to come here himself is unthinkable, even in desperate times.
And then, Sheba had grabbed her hand and began to have words traced onto her palm. The act of Sheba's tracing upon the palm of her hand caused a simple shiver to shoot through her... but she nonetheless forced herself to remain calm. After Sheba had finished, it was Cleska's turn to trace her finger upon the palm of her hand.
"Will take note. Also. Strange for the Stag. Coming in person. Possible hidden motives," traced Cleska as she smiled at Sheba's attempt of flattery. And then, Cleska remembered something when she was with the White Stag. She bit her lip a bit, and adverted her eyes a bit as she thought to herself on whether to reveal what she knew. Finally giving up, she traced more words into Sheba's hand. "The White Stag can cure ailments. Restore lost strength. He can possibly restore yours."
"Ahh... while I do appreciate the kind gestures and the flattery, ma'am... but you rubbing my hand is starting to become a tad creepy. Anyway... I suggest we get some rest... I sense that tomorrow will be a new day for the people of this town..."
The Lord Protector
The White-haired man simply watched with both curiosity and utter silence as Uisce had knelt and spoke nothing but the truth to him. As Uisce knelt, a kind smile emerged from the man's face as he continued to look at the fallen angel. Oh, he knew very well what Uisce was... or rather, what he had chosen to become. The man wondered to himself in silence why the angel would turn to the dark arts... and abandon his divinity and holy powers. As his mind continued to ask more and more questions, the man had simply continued to watch as Uisce spoke everything he had done and had intended... before he finally noticed Zia stepping back, tensing herself and stuffing her pockets with her hands.
Zia; the twilight dragon. He could clearly sense the fear and the uneasiness that the thief was giving off... and at this, the man could only feel a tinge of sadness in himself. To cause fear into a creature and to make it uneasy was... something he knew he did not like, especially to a little dragon such as this one... one that has yet to experience the true freedoms of the world. He was subtly tempted to reach out, and caress her head... to comfort her and to tell her not to fear him.
Right as he was going to act upon his temptation to comfort her, he felt a new emotion nearby; anger. Tilting his head a bit, he looked straight at Ragnos as he began to speak. A demon warrior no doubt... and one with a subtle feel of unnecessary anger. He was sure that Gwyn would want to strike out against the man... but he didn't. Right... of course he wouldn't. Gwyn wouldn't dare to do anything like that in his presence. Instead, Gwyn simply gave off a short growl, before deciding to stand next to the white haired man.
It was strange... these three all had different emotions... some more confusing than others. The Lord Protector simply stayed quiet as he momentarily became lost in thought... before Uisce asked his next questions. Slowly, he glanced at Uisce, before smiling his gentle smile from before. "I have done nothing to you that you have not already experienced. Life, energy, strength... these are all things you have once held the liberties of having... and I simply restored some of it to you. That is all. It is a gift I have been blessed with by my father."
"As for who I am? Hm... That is a difficult question to answer. To some... I am something that toys with both life and death... to others? I am something that is only a myth, or a legend. I have gone by many, many names... A God... a demon... a fairy king... a spirit... a man... a beast... many, many names and titles, the most recent being Lord Protector. My true name is simply Talauras, however, like my father who I share a title with, there is one thing that everyone has come to call me..."
"...The White Stag," murmured Talauras as he gave off a kind smile at the trio before him.
edited 20th Feb '13 1:40:49 PM by Aevum
Sometimes, you just gotta do the unexpected to catch the expected unexpected individual who you are expecting.Uisce could only stare at the man. The White Stag. No wonder Uisce didn't recognise him. It was his father who fought in the war. And he knew. Uisce didn't know how he knew, but this man knew that he was fallen. If it was anyone else he would be dead. There was no chance of that for him though. Why keep us alive? Uisce wondered. Looking back at his companions he smiled. Time to make up for some things.
"I apologise my lord, I do not mean to speak out of turn. Yet for someone who claims to be The White Stag, you keep strange companions"
As Uisce said this he shot a poisonous smile at Eye patch.
"I also wonder what you want with us three. Surely this is not a social call?"
edited 20th Feb '13 5:55:10 AM by ShadowKaiser
This is not a signature!"There is no relationship," Geoff said, smiling, "I'm a knight of the Vatican Order. As the blonde one specified, I'm an Arch-Gallant. In more secular knightly orders, that'd mean I'd be sitting behind some desk by now, shuffling papers of varying importance and barking orders." The paladin gave out a small chuckle.
"But for all the trouble I have with my order, They at least know that I'm better off crusading than I am strategizing, even if that is alone. I've certainly heard rumors of this White Stag, of course, but when you hear that he's everything from a faerie to a stack of gnomes, you eventually look elswhere. Now that you bring it up, it might not be the worst to have a word with the Stag, if he comes around."
To the law and for the good of man. All I need to live by."So you consider yourself a Paladin too? Well, maybe we have more in common than I thought. Perhaps we could trade stories sometime?" He turned to Lesnaya.
"What of you? What is your job."
Above, Katerina crept about upstairs, trying not to waken the sleepers. A'Lene hadn't come up yet. It seemed Bards threw great parties. Or at least could stay at one for a while. She crept to window, changed form, and flew out. It was so great to let her wings take control, and swoop through the city without a care in the world.
"Looking around like that won't get us that far. Apologies, really, I should have had more information." Virgilius took a seat at a table nearby. Her ears twitched because she— well he apologized which is something that she...he...IT had never done before. "I'll have one too, if it isn't any trouble." Virgilius sighed.
"I think your plan is much too simple minded to work. Specific targets with specific information is key here but the problem is my mind isn't working right... right now." he/she/it/shim sighed a second time.
Widia chose an empty chair and pulled out the notebook from within her jerkin. She flipped through the designs within until she found the latest. She had the idea a few weeks ago, and while it really only existed on paper and in her head, she had made some of pieces of it herself already.
It was similar to a rifle although with a much longer barrel and instead of firing the standard ball or bullet, it was much longer and slightly larger. There was also room for a small telescope to fit onto the main body. She didn't know what to call it yet but that wasn't important right now. There were a host of small problems to fix, as well as finding a glassmaker to grind the lenses to the right specifications.
She reached into a pocket and pulled out a pencil, and began to work on it. Fenris watched her a few minutes, then sat beside the chair, watching the quiet room.
"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The Doctor"Yeah, this is even worse than I expected. I am out of here" says Zia at the earth shattering revelation of the identity of the man before her. She had a bad feeling since they stepped down into the basement... But even such a cynic as herself could not begin to imagine this disaster "A thief has nothing to do before a King but be beheaded and I like my head where it is"
Tarkus took a seat next to Virgilius. "So, what then? I think that finding a Naettir to tell us where any faeries are nearby could help, but there could be other ways. Presumably the curse that made you how you are also tampered with your memory; maybe we should get a wizard to trace the source. Or, if you were poisoned and changed, find where the ingredients that could do this came from."

The Paladin rustled from his sleep at the mention of the Stag. He did not announce his presence. It was time to see what the uneducated thought if his leader.