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Viden welcomes a Diplomat from Scalvoris to Viden!

Stronghold of education and learning, this fortress is in one of the coldest areas of Idalos and home to many knowledge seekers in a variety of disciplines. However, unknown to most, below the city are those who suffer for the sake of science. While all are welcome, not everyone will be treated as they expect.

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Had she not been wallowing in self-pity and recrimination, Linika may have noted exactly what the swift hissing sound of an arrow portended. The fact was, she had no interest whatsoever in the proceedings. Even when the sudden shift of the crowd's tone marked some incident, she only gave a half-concerned look back.

Her brow furrowed though at the sudden lack of the two primary dignitaries. There had been cheering and hugging a moment earlier, and now they were seemingly gone. But no, now that her interest was piqued, two and two came together quickly into a grim four. There was a definite crouched focus of several citizens upon the dais where the two had been standing, basking in the approval of the crowd, subdued though it was in typical Videnese fashion. The rest of the crowd was milling in shock and alarm.

It took no more than a tick for several eyes to lock on her, and transform the faces to ugly accusing sneers. Linika cursed herself, had she not just drawn unwelcome attention to herself with a cry of dismay and a shout that contained the word 'betrayal'? She sighed heavily and was on the verge of simply raising her hands in surrender, knowing she would come under suspicion in any case.

But she noted that much of the crowd was focused in a direction not aligned with her location. Hesitance began to soften a few of the faces that had turned her way, as they too appeared to notice that despite her race, she was not a logical suspect.

People were hurrying in every direction, some to pursue leads, some to bring aid to the wounded dignitaries, some to simply escape or clear the area for those with more helpfully focused intentions. This last was what was most in line with Linika's decision. She did not care about these Videnese or their politics. Her Xypha mark had been an unwanted affliction, imposed upon her against her will by the malicious Immortal who made her home in a city as cold as her heart.

As if triggered by the very thought, the voice of one of Yvithia's minions burst upon her brain with barely restrained desperation, “Over there! He's wearing green! Headed towards the docks, quick before he escapes!” Verity Talius, by the wretchedly familiar sound of it. She almost staggered with the unexpected mental assault. Immediately a feeling of outrage rose in her heart. Was this supposed to be an order? Given to her? By whose reasoning did she have any such obligation?

Her instinctive impulse was to try to "think" some belligerent response back, but there was no such outward access for her mind. But she was heading that way anyway. In fact she was closer than most of the crowd. She noted a few people, some of them citizens, some in the attire of 'Intelligence' operatives, turning her way. It slipped into her calculations that she may just gain some useful favor by helping out. At the least, it would prevent the likelihood that she'd undergo anther interrogation by the IA.

She spun on her heels to see the one they must be talking about; a man in a green cloak or jacket, sprinting toward the docks. His trajectory was not aligned with her own, but she was still close enough that she believed she could actually cut him off. She began to run, thinking that if she could get close enough, she would incapacitate him with her shadow attack; the same one she had used on that eidisi impersonator, Saeri, the season before.
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Edalene smiled wider than ever as she watched the two delegates embrace. She knew for Caeli, this would be an awkward greeting, as opposed as the Videnese were to public displays of affection. Still, the Delegate took it in stride, welcoming Isla into her open arms. Edalene giggled, and nudged Aeodan. "I wonder how much she's hating that," she whispered to her brother, and when another Eidisi shot her a glare, Edalene only smiled in return. There was not much that could dampen her spirits today.

And of course as soon as she thought that, the world once again proved her wrong. Edalene watched in horror as the arrow hit Caeli in the shoulder, and then gasped aloud at the arrow that pierced Isla in the flesh. Her bear growled, invisible to all but Edalene, and his hackles raised, shifting forward protectively in the spirit realm. And then everything went to chaos.

Duncan grabbed the twins, spinning them towards him, and though he spoke urgently, Edalene could hardly comprehend the words. "Wait..." she whispered, still looking at the blood blooming over the diplomats robes, her eyes wide as saucers. And then Duncan was ripped away, and began to push through the crowd furiously. Her heart clenched, and when Aeodan took her hand and began to follow Duncan, she followed easily, furiously pushing through the ground.

"Duncan! Wait!" she called, trying to keep up with him, but in the haste of everything, she'd forgotten about Aeodan's legs. Her focus then became to look after her brother, and she matched his pace with hers, still trying to hurry after Duncan. But as the crowd swarmed around them, she began to realise just what pain Aeodan was in - and how quickly this could all go wrong.

Aeodan called out, yelling to Duncan - and Eda's heart stopped as she realised what was about to happen. "Aeodan!" she called, trying to keep them steady, but it was no use. As he stumbled, both of them fell to the ground. Eda sat dazed for a moment, but then quickly gathered her senses, kneeling protectively over her brother to shield him from the swarming panicked ground.

"I've got you," she said, gritting her teeth, and locked eyes with her spirit bear. Drawing on the power of Ralaith, the strength of the bears, she felt her body imbued with new strength and endurance, and using this, she hauled her brother up, supporting most of his weight."Come on," she said, gritting her teeth, and pushing through the crowd. "We've got to get you away from the crowd. Come on." While she was not carrying him fully, she was half dragging him, taking most of the weight, imbued by the power of Shirvain. And as she tried to pull Aeodan out of the crowd, she kept her eyes scanning for Duncan - worry clutching at her heart for the two she loved more than anything.
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n the busy pressure of the crowd, much of any conversation between Sin and Saeri was lost. There were people pointing and 'ooh's and 'aah's were thrown left and right as the passengers came down from the ship. Sin couldn't really see what was going on but the wave of people who could had just passed them and he heard people talking about the dress of the guests or the amount of them. Information started from people who could see and spread out, like the ripples in a pond, across the masses. It was only when the visitors started to step up on the raised dias that mostly everyone could see them.

The ceremony started with everyone staring at the two women sharing a hug and passing of scrolls. When the first arrows hit its mark, Sin was slow to react. Like many people in the crowd he was stunned by suddenly seeing the lady fall. When the visitor fell as well, Sin's Iron Hand instincts started kicking in. His eyes darted from the dias in the direction where the arrows had come from as he spun around. He wasn't really sure why he was trying to put his body between the arrows and Saeri, they had obviously been aimed towards the dias, but he pushed her back so they stood back to back, him looking towards the point of origin of the arrows and her looking in the direction of the dias.

In the chaos that followed, Sin felt a short burst of familiarity. Now you all know what my life is like all the time, every trial. It was a childish thought that popped into his head but a true one. Aelig had always seemed very keen on his son Sin. From even before he was born, his Father's mark had been on him. Chaos had ruled all of his life, in various shapes and forms but chaos none the less. Had it helped to shape Sin to the person he was today? Most likely. Had he ever thought positively about it? Not for a trill.

With Eídisi and humans alike fleeing the scene of the assault, Sin could only see blue and pink skinned people rushing past, pushing people aside and protecting themselves and their families first. People were pushed and kicked, shoved aside or simply run over if they didn't move. When no more arrows or bolts came flying towards the dias, Sin looked around. The crowd had thinned out as people moved away from the scene, running and, in the case of the non-Eídisi, screaming or shouting. Up ahead of them, closer to the dias, a man and a woman had been pushed to the ground and were being overrun by the crowd.

Again, the Iron Hand in him kicked in. In an effort not to lose Saeri in the chaos, Sin tried to grab her hand before pulling her with him, squeezing as hard as he could while pushing into the stream of people going the other way. He bumped into people of varying sizes, shapes and colors as he continue to move ahead. He would have to work with many bruises tomorrow but many a Videnese would be wondering where and when they had suffered all those tiny puncture marks. The smooth Eídisi skin was only an illusion covering his real crystal body covered in sharp edges and tiny spikes.

A rather large specimen of humanity suddenly appeared before him and ran straight into him. Years of combat training allowed him to remain upright as he moved to the side, keeping his balance simply by being squashed into some other Videnese people. His grip on Saeri's hand remained strong and he pulled her with him as he moved up towards the fallen couple. There was a sudden break in the crowd and Sin stumbled into a somewhat more open space in the crowd. He looked around, trying to spot the downed couple but couldn't find them in the crowd. "What do we do?" Sin called out to Saeri, louder then usual in an attempt to be heard over the chaos. "It would reflect badly on the Iron Hand to have two of its best present without doing anything in this situation." Despite the chaos, Sin grinned. "Madam Steward!"
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The greeting between the delegates seemed to be going fairly well, with friendly smiles and even an embrace that was tactfully accepted. The crowd cheered; the first step in a healthy relationship between the cities had been taken.

And then everything went to shit. Because of course it did.

Someone was shooting arrows at the dais, hitting one delegate in the shoulder, the other arrow burying itself in the chest of the other woman. A sharpshooter eh? This was a good opportunity for an assassination for sure. Easy targets who were the center of attention, allowing the assassin to approach undetected. Getting away was another story though. Rathaan placed himself between her and the direction the projectiles had come from, a noble but ultimately pointless action. Neither of them were important enough to be a target, and the attacker wouldn’t have enough time to down them anyway, now that the Agents were already dashing towards the point of origin of the arrows. Besides, it was clear as day who the actual targets had been. Still, Yana thought it was cute.

The crowd had gone wild in the meantime, the cheering had turned into terrified screams, and the peaceful people from before were now trampling each other in an effort to get away from the dais. How people could change when their lives were at stake. It made Yana think that she wasn’t too different from them after all; she only did not pretend to care for people in the first place. She was always the most important. Her gaze drifted over her shoulder. Well, most of the time anyway.

People pushed past the stationary Yludih duo, bumping into them, not caring about civility anymore. If there was anything that could turn people into beasts, it was fear. Fear and rage. Yana lowered her point of gravity; bending her knees, and placing her feet more apart as to not lose her balance in the commotion. Shoulders slammed into her shoulder, elbows hitting her in the abdomen a couple time. People yelling for her to move. Yana did not let it get to her.

Rathaan then started to drag her through the crowd by her hand, for some reason having decided to head for the dais. Yana sighed, not really in the mood to go stick her nose in the business of Videnese politics. As they made their way over though, she saw that he was not headed for the dais itself, but for some people who’d been thrown to the ground and risked trampling. She wasn’t sure why, but it seemed he wanted to help out, and Yana was just being dragged along. That plan vanished as soon as the couple did too, somehow having disappeared into the crowd. Poof, problem solved. And in its place, another arose.

“Technically, we are not on duty, nor in uniform.” True, she had sworn an oath to uphold fealty to the King of Rynmere, to protect the people, and to be just upon pain of forfeiture, but she was fairly sure it only counted within Rynmere’s borders. At least the ‘protect the people’ part. As for being just, well, she was. She was just leaving. Or wanted to anyway. But perhaps Rathaan had a point. Perhaps this could cost her carreer, now that she had a bigger responsibility than when she’d been a squire. “All right then. ”

She walked up to the dais, Rathaan in tow, and took a step towards one of the people guarding it. She was not sure if that person was a ranked officer or just a grunt, but it would have to do. She gave him a brief salute, and fished a badge out of her pocket. It was shaped like two swords, indication of her rank of Steward. She presented it to the guard, then pinned it to her chest.

“Saeri LaChasse, Steward of the Iron Hand of Rynmere,” she introduced herself. She then pointed her thumb at her companion. “This is Rathaan, Squire of the Iron Hand. Do you need a couple extra hands to help out?”
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Chaos was rare in such a civilised and enlightened city. Violence was scarce and gossip about such matters even more infrequent. And whilst this made Viden a very peaceful place to live, it also meant that in times of dire stress - such as now - the citizens did not cope. The Demands far exceeded the capacity of the intellectually inclined beings. Panic spread like the wildfires Viden had heard about but never seen. People ran left and right, circling, bumping, crashing and crushing. Families were divided, people running wildly and lost with no idea where their loved ones had gone.

As the two hidden yludih offered their assistance, the Agent barely had the time to consider refusing. The lad was junior in the ranks, untrained in such instances, and he nodded. Puffing himself up and doing his best to take charge of the two volunteers, he nodded, “You,” he pointed to the Squire, Rathaan, who he assumed was the less competent of the two, “The docks, follow the Agents. Wearing green. Go!

He did not wait for Sintih to respond, however, as he grabbed the arm of the other, “I saw something this way, I need to check it out but I can’t go without back up, Come on!” With that, the Agent took off at a sprint, following the brief flash of green that he had seen in an alleyway. He had no time to report in; Verity’s orders were the top priority and he knew his instinct would be ignored, but if this girl would help him, they may just have a chance.

At the gates that Duncan had headed towards, a bottleneck had formed. As the crowds pushed ever closer, fearing a second wave of attacks, a great number felt themselves unable to move. Only a handful could pass through the gates at any one time. Along the walls, for feet in both directions, people were pressed against the cold stone by the force of the growing crowds. A crush formed, and the dire panic grew all the more potent.

For Duncan’s own part, He was ahead of the main throng. If Yanahalqah followed the Agent, they would be slightly more impeded by the crowds at the gate. But all three might have the chance to see the green-clad assailant racing down the outside wall towards the city. The cloak was now perceptibly covered in snow; he had fallen, slowing his own progress. The Agent had an inkling, ad the path the man was taking, that he knew the city well; if he passed back into the fortress, he may be lost.

If Sintih also obeyed the young agent, he would find herself running against the crowds, who had little care for the few stumbling through the panic towards the dockyard. He would arrive just in time to see a deeply troubled naer act against every instinct in her body to help her natural enemies. The Agents, of which a dozen or so had gathered, would stop stark still, shocked at the sight of the city’s pariah, Yvithia’s latest pet, be such a good dog as to obey Verity’s unwilling public summons. Such was their shock that they did nothing to help as the fallen potential assassin quickly pushed himself to his feet and swing a punch at Linika, aiming for the neck.

Up near the dais, none of the officials gathered had made any attempt to flee, though a number were being escorted by remaining Agents to a safer, more covered area. Remaining on the raised platform was Chancellor Sheud Fahe, who was bent over his daughter. Another, Verity, had dropped down to the floor, where a few citizens had remained. They were desperately trying to plug the gaping hole in the Scalvorian Diplomat’s chest.

And then there were the twins, close to the docks, lost in the throng. The sister’s inhuman strength was not enough to combat both her twin’s weight, as well as fend off against the selfish panic that engulfed them. Aeodan would be knocked from Edalene’s arms. It was the initial panic that caused them most damage; but Edalene would have been carried at least some ways by the crowd away from her brother before shaking free. Aeodan, sole figure huddled on the ground, would be sore with the promise of bruises, but there would be no permanent insult to his limbs.


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  • Yay! I am so impressed with this round, folks! I love how you all took chaos into your stride and have ended up every which way! All the more fun.
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The Story So Far

  • Isla Greye, diplomat from Scalvoris has arrived.
  • Caeli Fahe, youngest Delegate and next in line to govern as Máthisi, is leading the Delegates in greeting her.
  • Everyone is happy.
  • Two arrows are fired: Caeli is injured but visibly alive, Isla is injured, and we are not sure if she has survived.
  • Duncan is heading towards the city, an Agent and Yana not far behind.
  • Linika had tackled a green-clad figure, Sintih and a dozen Agents as witnesses. The bloke is fighting back.
  • Aeodan is hurt :( and had been split from his twin.

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The Agent seemed quite glad to receive their offer, immediately spouting orders and commands. They were to be split up then? That was… well… annoying. Yana did not like it, but on the other hand… Had she not seen Linika head for the docks? If Rathaan were to go there…

“Rathaan,” she spoke quickly, her voice imploring, “if you see a Naerikk at the docks, watch her as closely as you can. Keep an eye out for strange abilities. If she has a scope with her, take it from her undetected, if you can, if not, destroy it. Toss it into the sea. Whatever you see fit. But get it either back in my hands, or out of everyone else’s for good.” She gave him an intense stare, her eyes hard and serious, more so than usual. Then her expression softened for a moment. “Also, come back alive and well.”

Then she split from him, following the young agent as he lead the way, through alleys and snowy streets. The terrain was precarious, and Yana felt her feet start to slip a couple times, but somehow managed to stay upright. Things were going quite well, the Agent was following something through the maze, only to end up in the same place as most people who’d been attending the arrival of the Delegate; in a bottleneck near the gate. Everyone was trying to fit through the gate at the same time, causing a huge uproar as well as an inefficient system that would only serve to delay everyone. Only order could get them through chaos and trying to cut the line only impeded progress. Surly Eídisi had to realize that?

Naturally, Yana and the agent had to get through the gate, which was a problem at the moment. Of course, Yana could force her way through, pulling people out of the way, pushing herself through spaces between bodies,… but people would probably fight back. Not if she had a sword in her hand though; intimidation might just do the trick. These people were already panicking, the sight of a weapon would probably cause all of them to obey without question. Yana drew her Switching Sword, the length of naked steel springing forth when her mind willed it. She gestured to the Agent to stay close to her. With some luck the people would see her as an undercover Agent taking charge, with an Agent in uniform in tow.

She raised her voice, putting all authority she could muster into it, doing her best to sound as much as a commander as possible. “Move. Out of the way. Step aside.” While she commanded, the Yludih pulled people by the shoulder with her free hand, pulling them diagonally backwards to make room for her to pass through. The blade in her hand was clearly visible. Though her expression was as minimalist as usual, there was annoyance on her face. She was annoyed at this throng, she was annoyed at the fact she had to help out here, and she was annoyed that someone had plunged the city into chaos. Only a couple more trials and Yana would have left the city already. She wouldn’t have had to deal with this. Then again, in Andaris she had other problems to deal with. Now that she remembered those, she was annoyed with them as well.
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The lack of the pounding drumbeats of an hundred pursuing boots made Linika sneer inwardly as she closed the distance on her target. 'Typical, All hanging back in confusion. Or hoping it's someone else' job to chase this guy down. These blue-skins are a bunch of sheep! It's no wonder the Ice Queen wants a naer to handle shit like this. Enemy? Yes...Idiot? No.'

It took a few milliseconds longer than usual for her to curse herself for such a sentiment. That fact made her curse herself even more for her disloyalty to Audrae. And the merry-go-round of emotions began anew, loyalty and betrayal, understanding and misunderstanding, hope for a chance to tell her side, and resignation that it would never happen. It was only her old training that allowed her to transform these emotions into anger, and that into a renewed effort, as she stepped up her pace just a bit more.

Her lungs were starting to burn, but she ignored it. She had seen him stumble a moment ago and now she knew she had him! But he was so close to the water, she feared that the Gift might send him tumbling limp into the water. it was deep here to accommodate the berthing of large ships. She did not have confidence in her swimming in these frigid waters to keep him from drowning. Normally she wouldn't give two hoots about the life or death of an assassin killing Videnese diplomats. But this freak situation being what it was, if she let him die, her detractors would accuse her of deliberately silencing him. 'No doubt to conceal her own part in it.' she could hear the voices jeering.

No, she knew she would have to do this without her Gift. So, yet another source of anger empowered her legs as she put on another burst, emphasized with a shriek of defiance against what fate had dumped on her this last arc. But the man heard her. He was not so stupid as to turn around and look, but Linika recognized the subtle shift of his head to bring his ear just a bit more directly in her direction.

The excitement of a predator surged through her veins as she leaped to tackle her target. But his own training was sufficient to understand the foreboding of the break in her own footstep pattern. He knew she'd made that final jump, and dodged just a bit to the side. But she was still able to snake a leg between his and bring him down. They both tumbled to quickly halted heaps, and sprang to their collective feet as if they were a single person practicing in front of a mirror.

He was the quicker to attack, aiming an oddly formed fist at her throat; one surely able to do more than land a mere bruise, but she ducked under it, made an inside feint, and then spun to the side to avoid the instinctive knee that would have flattened her face. She grabbed hold of this leg, and with an empowering scream, ran it into his body to upend him and send him tumbling back, off-balance.

Up until now, his cloak and hood had prevented any clear identification of race or facial features. The drawback being that his foot now caught in it, preventing his usual acrobatic prowess to keep him on his feet. Linika did not leap on top of him, figuring he would expect it and have some trick ready. Instead, as he rolled, she drew her dagger and braced her feet as she took a position to cut off any further movement away from pursuit.

The paralytic poison on the blade required activation with saliva. And there was something supremely satisfying about providing it as her adversary rose to his feet to meet her glaring, unmoving eyes as she slowly, almost lovingly, licked both sides of her blade. Her voice hissed with the promise of pain, "Where would you like it, sir? In your chest if you stay, or in your back if you run?"

As much as she'd have loved to follow through on the threat, she knew that he needed to be taken alive. But if he thought she was intent on killing him, he might anticipate a killing move that would allow her to bluff him into a position where she could lay just a scratch upon his arm. She awaited his answer, be it words or actions, unaware that the tumble had loosened the lanyard upon which hung her newly "acquired" scope. It hung in plain sight upon her chest.
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Panic was rising inside her, but she stamped it down. Edalene did not have time to panic, she did not have time to feel fear. She needed to support her brother now more than ever; his legs had collapsed, and Edalene had always promised to be his steel when he needed it. He was warm against her, and she knew by the way his hands gripped her arms tightly that he was gritting his teeth, in more pain than he would let on.

Edalene frantically looked around, trying to find somewhere she could take her brother to keep him safe. "Don't give up, Aeodan," she urged him, still hauling him along. "We're almost there. It's okay. I'll get you out of here." But even as she sought to reassure him, the crowd surged, and the throng of people became too much to deal with. Even with the power of the Shirvain, Aeodan was pulled from her arms, and within seconds she lost sight of him. Her bear roared in the spirit realm, verbalising the grief and panic that suddenly rose up inside of Edalene.

"AEODAN!" she screamed, looking around frantically, pushing through people with a strength empowered by her bear and her protectiveness. "Aeodan, fuck, fuck, I'm here, where are you?" Edalene kept calling, screaming. She had said she would never lose him, that she would always be there for him, but even as she thrust through the crowd, she could not find him. Anywhere.

But. The dais. She'd be able to see out into the crowd from there. Spinning around, she shoved her way through the throng, growling at people to get them out of their way. When she reached the dais, she was confronted with the horror of just what had happened. Diplomats were bent over Isla, their hands pressed desperately against her chest, but Edalene swallowed and jumped up, scanning the crowd for Aeodan. Still. She could not see him. Where was he?

She couldn't just stand here. Swallowing her worry for her brother, she spun around, and went to Caeli and her father, the Chancellor. "How can I help?" Edalene asked, bending down and looking to Caeli. If she could not find Aeodan, she should stay here. It was the centre of everything. He'd find her. They always did. Always.

She hoped.
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Jostled this way and that by the throngs of people trying to escape, Aeodan curled into a defensive ball and tried his hardest to roll with the kicks to the sides and back. He could hear Edalene screaming his name, but could give no indication as to his whereabouts or status as that would require him to untuck his head and risk sustaining a head injury. Deciding quickly and in the moment to find Edalene as the chaos died down, Aeodan beared the brunt of the attacks and awaited the legs to quit kicking him.

After a bit or two, the barrage seceded, and Aeodan chanced untucking his head from his defensive position. Glancing around, Edalene was further away, towards the dais, and Duncan was nowhere to be seen. Frowning intensely, Aeodan groaned as he shoved himself to his feet. Unsteady on his legs, overcome with aches and pains at the kicks, Aeodan began hobbling towards the way that he had last seen Duncan. Without Edalene to support him, though, movement was slow and painful. As he made his journey, words echoed through his mind once again, jarring him. He nearly stumbled in surprise, but maintained his feet.

"I need help!" Instantly, the Burnett boy's eyes were drawn to the dais, where Caeli was obviously injured and Verity was attempting to assess and assist the downed Isla. As if in slow motion, Aeodan's mind processed the events. Duncan was gone, vanished from Aeodan's sightline like a ghost in mid-trial. Edalene was already moving towards the dais, and the majority of the FRA agents were scrambling to apprehend one of the two assailants. Aeodan stood still, turning in place as he surveyed the area. He knew that he was no use in the physical aspects, but also that he knew nothing of medicine or first aid. Still, though, the words ricocheted around his head, and his mind was made up. Towards the dais, and towards his Edalene.

Gingerly stepping, Aeodan made as much haste to the dais as he could, which was not saying much. It took him nearly three whole bits, and when he arrived, his jaw was clenched tight in pain. Still, though, he shuffled it behind his determination as his eyes found those of Verity's. Without moving his mouth, he asked the man.

"What can I do?" The young Xyph glanced at Verity, then to the wounded Caeli. As desperate as the situation with Isla was, if Caeli went down, the entirety of Viden would be thrown into chaos. As the only elected candidate to be the next Mathisi, her survival was paramount. Once again making eye contact with Verity, Aeodan inquired.

"I could take Caeli to safety. My medical knowledge is barely adequate, but I can staunch the bleeding with pressure once she has the luxury of safety. I'm useless to the delegate, as I fear she will be beyond anything I'm equipped to handle." And then silently, to himself and his patron deity...

Yvithia, please grant me the intellect necessary to solve this issue. Grant me the ability to pass from my hands to her body the ability to reduce her pain and keep her from passing from this world to the next. With that, Aeodan awaited his orders, casting a look to Edalene who was not far away, nor privy to the conversation, to assure her that he was fine.
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intih had to admit that the person Saeri had approached seemed nothing like a person who was in charge. He recognized much of what made up the squires in the Iron Hand back home in this young man. When he puffed up his chest and barked orders, Sin had to fight not to laugh at the man. Instead, he nodded and prepared to take off. Saeri wouldn't be going with him but they were most likely more useful than these guys so splitting them up would get more things efficiently done than sending them together to one do one task. The man's instructions had been confusing as well. Were the agents the ones wearing green or was he supposed to follow someone in green together with the not green wearing agents?

Before he could head off, Saeri stopped him. Sin focused on her as she spoke to him. Her voice carried much more emotion in it than it ever had in public between them. He listened to her somewhat cryptic and confusing words, talking about naerics and scopes and that he had to take it from her. She seemed very intent on this and Sin nodded just as her expression changed. He nodded to her final order and as she passed him, his hand brushed against hers. "Don't worry about me." With that she was gone and Sin headed off as well. The crowd was a horrible mess of chaos as he pushed his way through it in the direction the soldier had pointed him.

He had to fight against the crowd as it pushed in the opposite direction, making use of elbows, trained footwork and his slender build to pass through the openings as they came. There would be many black and blue spots on his body tomorrow but for now he ignored the body slams, elbows and knees that hit him as he pushed past them. Every now and then he broke into a more open area and quickly rushed through it. In one such spot he spotted a man dressed similarly to the guard Saeri had spoken to and he kept his direction similar to the man's as they dove back into the crowd.

When he broke out again, Sin found himself close to the water's edge of the docks. Up ahead of him several uniformed and civilian dressed people were staring at a fight up ahead. Sin moved up just in time to watch the man in the fight swing a fist towards the woman, both of them aggravated by the scenario around them. He wondered why the guards or agents or whatever weren't moving to end the fight between the two. Wasn't that their job? The woman managed to throw the man off balance and drew her dagger. What were these guys doing? Sin's illusion let out an annoyed sigh as he reached behind him, under his cloak, and drew his shortsword. Why were they wasting time like this?

Sin focused outside of the fight and felt the world grow more intense as his senses became aware of the ether around him. With practiced ease, Sin linked himself to a point about a step behind the robed man and tethered himself to it. With his shortsword in hand, he reached back and swung, aiming at the empty air in front of him as he stepped into the instant rupture in space before him. The tear in reality only lasted as long as it took Sin's foot to move an inch into it. In a puff of purple smoke, Sin vanished form his position near the agents only to reappear in the same moment in a similar burst of smoke behind the robed man. His swing continued on towards the back of the man's head.

Where a sword swing would normally have the weapon turn its angle so the edges would cut, Sin's sword remained at the same angle as he attempted to crash the pommel of his shortsword into the man's neck. He could have gone for the Sintih special and just kick the man in the balls but he figured getting wrestled down by a woman and then taunted was enough shame for one trial. He probably preferred the massive headache he would suffer for the next few days over the potential of having his voice forcibly raised for the rest of his life. In prison, squeakers never did very well.
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