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5. Bread Crumbs [FYW Event Chapter 5]

Fri Nov 22, 2019 7:29 pm


Chapter Five
Bread Crumbs

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Together, one way or another, the three odd companions made their way through the open door. Ferret led Alex and Navryi down a narrow hallway.

Ferret glanced over his shoulder at the other two, then asked Alex, “Yeh okay, Yari boy? Don’t go fainting or nothing, yeh hear? I ain’t carrying anyone. If yeh faint, yer left behind.”

He looked at Navyri and added, “Goes for ya too, sweetheart.”

He ran to a spiral staircase at the end, where he bounded up the steps. In his hand he still tightly gripped the round loaf of bread.

The sound of guards could be heard underneath them, but not from above. They were moving away from them. Ferret reached a door and he procured a key from somewhere then unlocked it. He held it open for the other two to slip inside.

Another long hallway loomed before them. It was poorly lit, having neither lanterns nor torches. Instead a couple simple candelbras inset to the wall flickered with candles that needed to be replaced. At the center of the corridor, a guard stood with his back to them. He wasn’t wearing a helm.

Ferret waved for the other two to crouch, and hush, as he quietly shut the door behind them. He lifted into a standing posture, strode forward without fear, and then called, “Did ya miss me?”

The guard turned slightly, arms crossed and the helm cradled in the crook of his elbow. He glanced past Ferret, at Navyri and Alex, and he said, “Who’re they? You didn’t say anything about any others.”

“Don’t worry about it, Rolf, mate.” Ferret threw his arm around the other man’s shoulders and said, “Yeh just stay focused to keep your word, and I’ll keep mine. Get it?”

Rolf continued to glare at Alex and Navyri, his rough features and scraggly blond hair slightly obscured by the corridor’s dim lighting. “This will work, won't it?”

“Of course it will!” insisted Ferret. “Back in my homeland, I was esteemed as one of the best alchemists in the region! These two can help assist me to go faster.”

“Guess that makes sense,” muttered Rolf. He nodded and then started to walk.

Ferret followed and gestured for Alex and Navyri to do the same.

They were led through a winding path of rooms and halls, doors that required different keys that the guard had on his keyring, and finally…

…they entered a high-ceiling, vast laboratory. Bubbling concoctions of every color, different acrid scents filled the space. It was chilly, holes in the stone to allow for air drafts to go in and out. Encased lanterns hung down in spots with dim red and blue glow that didn’t come from simple candlelight.

The Melrathi guard said, “You’ve got yourself the night, maybe even the morning, with the outbreak. Though they’ll be looking for you. Overseer will want your skin. If they catch ya, there's nothing more I can do. But for now, I’ll say my unit checked the labra-”

“Rolf, I don’t fucking care what you tell them,” interrupted Ferret. “Just keep them away and get me as much time as you can. The longer I have, the more likely that the potion will be successful.”

“Right… well, I can’t stay. They’ll be wondering where I am.”

“Go, Rolf, go!” Ferret waved the guard out of the laboratory and shut the iron and metal door. He drew the heavy lock shut… then he turned and rolled his brilliant aglow blue eyes at Navyri and Alex. “Finally! I thought he'd never leave. Got the place to ourselves! Let’s get to work! You two look around for anything useful and keep an ear out.”

He went to a counter and set the hard loaf of bread on it. Ferret searched, found a knife, then started to cut at the loaf. The mage didn’t give the other two any explanations. He simply diced the bread into pieces.

With his focus downward, in the calm of the lantern lights, both Alex and Navyri could see that he had more tattoos than just the ones on his face. Ink trailed along his shoulders, and lines embellished around a design of a single black, frayed feather on the back of his neck.

In the far distance, the blare of horns being sounded could be heard.
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But remember…
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  • you do not have any of your original clothes or belongings on you.
  • you are unable to dream, thus when you are asleep, you are blacked-out unconscious.
  • You are in an alchemy laboratory. There are lots of things around.
  • Ferret is busy chopping up the bread.
  • You seem to have until morning, according to Rolf the guard.
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You have chosen to go with the wonderful and generous Ferret and he has brought the both of you into an alchemy lab to do unspeakable things... to bread!

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Re: 5. Bread Crumbs [FYW Event Chapter 5]

Thu Nov 28, 2019 8:05 pm


Alex followed as closely as he could, though his mind was still in a fog from what happened in the dinning hall. The influence of the woman, then the shock of the chaos awakening him. On top of that, his voice was missing. Nothing seemed quite right, though no one could see his face, his body gave a soft sway. He was buried in confusion by everything, even as Ferret spoke to another gaining the trio entry to a lab.

Slowly Alex entered the room behind ferret, looking around at the equipment and tools. There was equipment of many sorts, though he had no clue what they were all for. He saw the man he followed working a loaf of bread. This did not give Alex confident in things. He looked and saw the woman had followed as well, he knew her though not well. It seemed like the group was going to have to work together, but what could he do right now.

Hands slowly patted on his hood, he knew he had a face under the illusion. Though he was unsure of what it looked like, for even he can't see past it. He scanned over the area, stumbling over to something that was reflective. Taking hold of a small empty vile, he could see a slight reflection. It would work to test something. He needed to know what had happened to his face. If it was still there, it would be helpful to ward off some people from. He needed to know. Slowly Alex raised the vile under the hood, in order to see the reflection of what was underneath.
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Re: 5. Bread Crumbs [FYW Event Chapter 5]

Mon Dec 02, 2019 8:10 pm

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"A greedy father has thieves for children."

Navyri was braced for more fighting when the Ithecal came hissing and flinging bread, looking at her. Go help, Ferret. She glanced at the door, at the chaos building in the room and nodded, rushing off in unspoken gratitude. Surely he would be okay, but if he wasn’t…

Blue eyes hardened as she rounded up the stairs and fell in line with her new teammates, her new dagger in hand. Ferret laid down the rules - you fall behind, you’re left behind. Then, just to clarify he meant no special treatment, he reiterated it to her. She rolled her eyes. No matter why they were in this place now, Navyri didn’t believe in innocence, and this one had been just as quick to leave her as he had to grab her. She understood that type of persona well enough. She had played that role once or twice, “Be still my beating heart,” she muttered, sarcasm dripping from the words. They might have made it out of one mess, but that didn’t mean they were out clean.

In fact…

Navyri’s eyes bounced between the Biqaj and the hooded leech.

She didn’t trust either of them.

She didn’t think she liked either of them, but they were her best shot. The irony of her situation was not lost. Just trials ago she had been organizing the revival of a very expensive and soon to be beautiful (again) playhouse. She had laid investments, been in the beginnings of becoming a patron of the arts, plotted to take down rival competitors and through her partnerships, she had fostered a business relationship that had her pockets singing. She was on a warpath to success.

And now?

The Naer gripped the handle of the weapon, more upset with each step she took. Was it because she was an outsider, or because she was more than? Desnind, Rynmere, Etzos and Melrath. They scorned her still, for her wings or for her blood, they wished to kill her. To cage her. To contain her. Fuck ‘em all. Just like the Miasma, she would find a way out… She had to.

Saying nothing, the winged Naer pushed onward with the weapon close and her ears strained for any sign of activity. They ended up before a dark corridor, poorly lit for those lacking night vision, and Ferret motioned for them to crouch. Wait. She fell into a thief’s step and watched him grow chummy with a guard, a man named Rolf.

She committed that name to memory, and tried to look unassuming, hiding the blade behind the back of her calf and smiled. Thankfully, Ferret did the talking (and it worked), meaning they were waved into a room - no, an alchemy lab - and at once the Naerrik’s eyes began to sparkle.

Alchemy was an expensive science.

She didn’t know much about it... outside of her... recent experiments, and glanced at Alex who had a hand hovering over a few vials. Ferret seemed possessed with cutting up some bread and that left Navyri with… well… finding something of worth when she hadn’t the first idea of what they were doing.

“What exactly are we making?” she leaned over a table, collected a small cauldron and a few things that caught her interest - a jar with a number of pink flower buds which rattled from the dried seeds weighted at the bottom, another with a silvery liquid that seemed to glow faintly and reminded her of biqaj blood, and another much smaller vial of powder that looked unassuming. She threw in a small wooden box of matches, half filled. All the bottles were sealed and she kept it that way, gently laying them in the pot and carrying them to Ferret’s table. The flower looked familiar from her time in Desnind, but so many arcs ago and not much of an herbalist, Navyri neither knew its name or properties, “Yay or nay?”

She slid her collection on the table and looked back at Alex who was looking down at something, his back to them, “What are you doing?”
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Re: 5. Bread Crumbs [FYW Event Chapter 5]

Tue Dec 24, 2019 5:35 am


Ferret sawed apart the bread into small chunks. He gathered the crumbs and placed pinches of them in empty vials. He barely looked at Navyri when he answered shortly, “This bread isn’t only bread, y’kno. I’m making something that’ll give those monsters a taste of their own medicine. I need something to mask the taste. Something neutralizing, maybe…”

Looking over at the collection of items that Navyri had grabbed, Ferret lifted the jar full of pink flower buds, then the silvery liquid that glowed faintly, the small vial of powder, and wooden box of matches. As Ferret looked through them, Alex raised the vial to look at his reflection and found himself looking upon a swirling deep void underneath the hood. Navyri caught a glimpse of this.

“None of this will work. It'll all have too many effects, I need something with less properties but flavor,” he decided and shoved away the box. He walked around the laboratory, and he kicked over some of the baskets under the table. “Leaves or… stalks, something like that might.”

He sifted through the fallen items with his foot, then grabbed at a bundle of leaves. Ferret grabbed a mortar and pestle, then shoved the three items into Navyri’s hands, “Crush these, will ya, sweetheart?”

Ferret sauntered away from her and wrapped an arm around Alex’s shoulders. He led the Yari mortalborn aside and asked, “Ya said you have the plague. Illness, whatever. What kind is it? Contagious, right? Maybe we should strip ya down and throw ya at the guards in a whirling dervish of exposed skin!”

He laughed sharply, then stopped in front of a counter. Ferret tapped his hand on the surface and said, “Take off your glove, Yari boy. Let me see it? Yeah? Maybe we peel off some of your flesh and use it in a potion of contagion? Ohh…” He sighed in a little, almost pleasurable way. Behind the sigh, a quiet chattering noise hid behind the breath. His brilliant blue eyes brightened.

Regardless if Alex did so or not, Ferret turned around. He grabbed a few bottles from the counter’s rack and shoved on Alex’s shoulder in a casual nudge. He retrieved the leaves that he’d handed over to Navyri and if they were not crushed, he managed to do it himself. With a pair of long thin tweezers, he placed samples of the leaves in the vials with the bread.

“So, where ya come from? The both of youse?” He asked while he sniffed at various liquids in some of the bottles.

“Please say that you’re both mages. I don’t know what all else they’ve dragged in here, but I don’t see any…” He leaned and surveyed Navyri’s body, then tapped his finger on the scarred mage’s mark on his cheek. “Beauty marks from the Ragnari or the like on you.”

Ferret poured one of the bottles into the vials, then threw it aside to smash into a mess of glass.

The blaring horns of alarm quieted.

Ferret leaned back and rolled his eyes. “Finally! I was starting to get a headache.”

He glanced over the vials, then said, “These should be done soon enough, once it all dissolves.”

“So what. What can you two do? Anything? You’ve got those wings of yours… can you fly?” He asked Navyri. He leaned against the table, on his elbows, and mentioned, “I feel like you got experience in distracting guards? Am I right, gorgeous?”

“What if I were to tell you both that we can turn all of this on its head?” The biqaj tilted his head to one side. “I haven’t eaten in a good long while… nor drank anything. Which means the only things holding my magic back are the damn walls themselves, and those damn Spellweavers and whatever they've got to--- But if the spellweavers have no spells to weave…”

He gestured over to the vials and gave a lopsided grin. “We gotta get the damn poison inside of them. It should take immediate effect. There are guard patrols that come around on the high mark of every trial, with a change-over in a nearby corridor of about ten or so. We kill the guards, replace them, then Rolf will help us find our way to the private chambers.”

“You see, I know Rolf’s pretty little wife. Healer for the aesir, she used to be. She had the misfortune of being a mage herself or something of the sort. Know she’s being kept up elsewhere, in a nice place, away from the others where he can’t get to her. Anyway, he’s gonna help us if he wants our help to get to his lady love. So we find a way to slip these potions in… and as soon as they’re ingested by the spellweavers… we strike! After that… ha! What will it matter? We can take over the whole damn prison if we take out the Overseer! Kill all the guards, I say!”

“It’s a flawless plan, obviously.” He turned back around with a shrug, then set his hands on his hips and whistled. He glanced over at Alex again… Ferret gestured for the young Yari lad to come over to him and he said, "Let me see your hand again..."
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Re: 5. Bread Crumbs [FYW Event Chapter 5]

Mon Dec 30, 2019 8:20 am


The vile that Alex held under the hood slipped from his hand, crashing against the floor. His hand shook for a moment, as the sound of teeth grinding could be heard. He stood there for a moment trying to understand just what was under the hood. He had never had this much of the illusion get peeled away, his hands patted the hood trying to remember that it was his face. He had a slight panic attack for a moment, just as Ferret asked something of him dragging his attention away.

Alex gave out a sigh, as he pulled away one of his gloves. The black and white patched skin came to the light. He hesitated to bring his hand to Ferret, his hand shook for a while. "I... I..." Alex audibly swallowed. "Be carfal, mah skin can cause a madness." The skinny man looked away for a moment. "But, all us seem to ave loss someting." For as long as the young man could remember, he could not touch anyone. He had not had human contact, aside from brief moments, since his mother's death.

The mage started to get more talkative, though it may be the same amount. Alex could only think in a stutter, his mind trying to comprehend what was going on around him. "Yaralon, but ya knew dat." Alex shook his head at the second question. "Nah, Iz not a mage."

The alarm stopped sounding, it was a relief to everyone's ears.

Alex gave a sigh. "Normalay, Iz can cause panic nd fear." Pointing to the full body leathers. "If da effects ware off, mah skin can cause mortals whoz touch, ta attack others." Pulling on his hood. "Mah face... It causes mortals ta zee tings." Alex then pointed to Navyri. "Nd she hat heard mah... Special voice."

Alex felt like an experiment, with how often Ferret needed his hand.
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Re: 5. Bread Crumbs [FYW Event Chapter 5]

Fri Jan 10, 2020 3:30 pm

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"A greedy father has thieves for children."

Ferret rummaged through her collection of items while Navyri stared into the void. Quite literally, her shoulders tensed and she back peddled, her rear smacking into the table as glass vials clinked and resettled. What the fuck? Horror, shock, and disgust flashed across her face as she witnessed exactly why the Yari wore his little kink hood, openly staring until Ferret popped up beside her and pressed two items in her hands.

“Crush these, will ya, sweetheart?”

Her brow furrowed in irritation at the familiarity but she embraced whatever would keep her distracted. Searching his face, Ferret seemed none-the-wiser, and she slowly got to work, glancing uneasily between Alex and the alchemist. This whole place was mess if a winged Naer was the least freaky thing here, pensive in the room of potions and prattle. Navyri smelled the leaves in the mortar and ground it into a fine powder, unconvinced of the prisoner’s methods. He seemed sporadic, not very methodical and… wild. Perhaps she would have been interested in the behavior out in Melrath, but here, with so much at stake, it sent a flash of warning through her body. Something about him...

Poor Alex suffered as the favored talking partner and she relished in the lack of attention, glancing over at the strange breath the mage seemed to sigh. Pretending not to notice, the dark haired beauty shrugged, “I’m not from anywhere,” He took the leaves from her and began to insert them into the bread, “Nor am I a mage.” As for the Ragnari...

‘Fuck the Ragnari!’ she bellowed in her mind, frustrated that for the umpteenth time she was caged or captured. How many times would this happen? Does the caged bird sing? It did fight and scheme. And if they tried to scar her…. No. She wouldn’t consider it. Navyri could not, and would not, admit any sort of defeat. Not yet. Not when there was still a chance.

The horns stopped and Ferret smashed some glass. Navyri instinctively reached for the dagger she had kept close and struggled to relax.

“What kind of magic do you practice? Becoming?” It would explain the name, at least. Ferret had eyed her and so she returned the favor with crossed arms. His cheek was marked but there were other details about him just as ominous. The black tendrils of ink that circled his shoulders and pooled to the back of his neck, for instance. Her own markings were unique but not by complete difference. The tattoos that slithered down up and down her leg showed whimsy and the moons hanging over a cityscape, hidden beneath the canvas of her shoddy dress. Her arms were equally detailed, lined with rich tattoos of feathers, only broken by the red chain that shimmered like a brand, woven into the image as an afterthought. The interruption of an almost Forgotten God.

“You’ve got those wings of yours… can you fly?”

Navyri snorted, snark rich on her tongue, “Did you come to that conclusion all by yourself? Of course, I can fly,” She wasn’t the strongest compared to any real Avriel, but she had picked up a thing or two in the seasons since the Miasma; since fulfilling Delroth’s test and retrieving his first masterpiece from the only Avriel to ever remain untainted. And for her prize, he had allowed her to be their guardian.

The one and only shadow in the sky, learning to dance on the winds of change.

“At least, I should be able to,” she added kinder this time, mulling over the fact that they could have clipped her during her time unconscious. Navyri looked down as she flexed her ethereal wings. Illustrious white, their tips were speckled with faint crimson and even in the lantern light, they seemed to have a dreamy glow to their downy softness. So many wished to take them from her, it was always the first threat she ever received. Would it be out of the question for this place to hinder her somehow should she try? If the time came… it would be one of many leaps of faith.

At Ferret’s comment about her ability of distraction, she smirked, the answer in the curve of her lips. She was good at gathering attention, and avoiding it when it pleased her. Navyri prowled around the room, looking for something else for herself. A poison to coat her blade, or a trinket for her trouble. Alex explained his condition in more detail as Navyri shook a vial of sealed, inky powder, “He’s a Mortalborn,” she stated suddenly, blue eyes flashing to the Yari like a hawk, “Aren’t you?”

An eyebrow raised, she sauntered around the corner of a table, footsteps light as silk while the tip of her blade trailed across the surface in scraped warning, “When you pulled that little trick in the alley and mentioned your daddy dearest, I had my suspicions. And now your skin is dark magic and your face is nothing. Who, I wonder?” ’Who abandoned you to beg in the shadow of my impending success?’ Navyri watched the hooded man, thinking of Hart and how she had utterly broke him, allowed the creation of Eihr. How even now she was expected to train him to endure the worst parts of himself. But she was here… Would he wonder where she went or be thankful of her absence?

“Your plan isn’t perfect,” she suddenly said with blunt sharpness to Ferret, “How will you have them ingest whatever it your making? If you haven’t perfected the most vital detail of this strategy, then you’re leading us to the arena of their choosing! Honestly, why am I even here?!” Rage suddenly twisted her features like a storm, wings bristling, fanning to send great gusts of wind in the confined space.. Navyri slammed her hand on the table and turned to pace, working against her hunger and frustration. The pains tore through her stomach like acid, twisted her insides.... She had been doing so well.

Navyri had been on good behavior in Melrath. She had followed the rules. She had even made allies.

Not a single misstep! Well……. Not any that should have mattered enough to garner such ruthless imprisonment. To the public eye, she was a charming peach. Just a… special one with a few extra details for those who cared to look. Taking a deep breath, Navyri braced both hands upon the table, staring at its surface. Her next words were even - forced control, “How long have you been here? How do you know about the bread, the magic, Rolf? And the others?”

Why was he still alive?.... More importantly, how? And how long did she have if they failed?
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Re: 5. Bread Crumbs [FYW Event Chapter 5]

Fri Jan 17, 2020 9:16 pm


Ferret’s mood seemed to diminish. At first, because he heard that neither of the others were mages. He frowned, even while he took hold of Alex’s hand – without fear or doubt – and stroked the patched skin as if he were petting a scared cat. The Biqaj even lowered slightly, to look closer at it, and the chattering in his throat grew audible. Then he lifted and let go with such a rush, that he practically threw Alex’s hand in complete dismissal of it. “Madness? Panic and fear? It no longer works? This isn’t plague, ya Yari liar! It’s the mark of an Immortal, innit?”

So, upset by Alex’s discovered deception, Ferret nearly snarled at Navyri when she labeled him a Becomer. He swiftly turned and looked at her with a glare of his brilliantly blue eyes. The Biqaj pointed at the mage's mark on his cheek again, as if that answered her question.

Otherwise, he said nothing to vocalize the confirmation that she'd guessed correctly.

When Navyri went on and labeled Alex as a mortalborn, Ferret seemed to ease from his momentary bad mood. He fiddled with the vials, looking at them, and making sure the concoctions were settling. “What luck. A mortalborn twerp and a Blessed to the Beneath and gone, Tarouz. Just my fucking luck.”

He focused on his work, and he shared his plan anyway. His mood lifted more, eager for the strategy he had in mind and obviously believing it to truly be a thing of tactical genius.

So, when Navyri said, “Your plan isn’t perfect…”

Ferret looked almost crushed. He didn’t glare or frown, but a sort of lifeless expression took over his handsome features. The Biqaj stared at her, while she had her own outburst of anger. It seemed they all were dealing with frustration and tension of their own.

“…Honestly, why am I even here?!”

The Biqaj glanced at Alex. He shrugged, then he looked back to the woman of the group and said, “Because you’re not ordinary. None of us are. It ain’t that we’re just different, it’s that we have the sort of… the sort of potential no one else has got. They say they took us for safety, because other people hate us for that potential, that power we have in our very souls like Yari boy there, or yer markings, but it’s a lie.”

After a moment, he exhaled in a loud breath of air that went so far as to fluff his own bangs. Ferret said, “Ya sure ask a lot of questions, birdy. I’ve been here longer than you…”

It seemed almost as if that was all the answer he would give, but then he scratched at the back of his head in a sudden gesture of frustration. He stomped his foot lightly and rubbed at his scalp until his black hair had gotten rustled and amess. His fingers gathered the strands in tight fistfuls, then he said, “Too long. I’ve been here too long! Last date I knew was… was…. the 19th of Cylus!”

“There weren’t so many people here, back then! I don’t know where they are getting y’all from! It was just me and her and that damn Overseer and her eyeless bitch and the flesh in the walls and I can’t take it anymore. I don’t care if it’s not perfect! I can’t wait around for a perfect plan! I just want to slaughter that damn bitch! Even if it kills me!”

Ferret breathed heavily, he said, “The bread, the soup, they tested it on me when they brought me here. I can’t use my magic. I can’t talk to my god. I can’t… because they forced it into me. They don’t know I remember. They tried to take it from me, they tried, but they can’t succeed! I’ve gotten good at hiding. They force it into me, if they think I’m not eating. When Sneabru found Rolf, he looks the other way, but he can't keep doing it, and… this is my last chance! I can’t go back to that cell again.”

He picked up the six vials. The glass clinked together in his hand as he held them tightly. “Come with me or not! I don’t care! My plan will work! It has to.”

With that, Ferret started toward the door of the alchemy lab and aimed to leave.
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Re: 5. Bread Crumbs [FYW Event Chapter 5]

Fri Jan 24, 2020 3:28 pm

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"A greedy father has thieves for children."

"I ask questions because I like to have the answers," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. Ferret scratched at his hair, mussing it further and her brows knitted at his admittance. Cylus 19th? That was nearly an entire arc ago.

"Easy... You've done well. You've been clever," Navyri glanced at Alex as Ferret snatched up his work and started stomping towards the door. She wanted to escape - she surely couldn't stay here. How long until another guard came here, or worse, one of the mages? "So.... I'll go with you." Perhaps Ferret was near his breaking point, even desperate, but he had lasted longer than others in the same position. He had survived - somehow - and the Naer wanted to believe it was because of his own instinct. The potential they were all apparently locked away for and as much as she wished to deny it, there were strength in numbers.

Looking around for anything else useful to take, Navyri caught up with the biqaj mage and fell in silent step beside him, hesitating only once when she realized Alex was no longer in pace alongside them. Footsteps halting, she peered down the dark hallway, at the shadows that clung there but saw no figure dressed in Yari leathers. What happened? Goosebumps ran along her exposed skin and she sped up, an arms reach of the Biqaj, slowing when he opened a door and motioned her inside. She met his eye and slipped inside, joining the group of rebels.
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Re: 5. Bread Crumbs [FYW Event Chapter 5]

Tue Feb 04, 2020 4:45 pm


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Chapter 5. Bread Crumbs

OOC Start: November, 2019 | End: January, 2020
IRP Start: 120 Vhalar 719 | End: 120 Vhalar 719

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Alex Holford

Knowledge

  • Detection x2
  • Discipline x2

Points

XP: +5 (cannot be used for magic)

Renown: None.

Loot

None

Review

Alex handled himself fairly well considering how he'd lost so much of what he was used to. He was out of his comfort zone in this and yet, he kept it together enough to reasonably explain to Ferret and Navyri about himself some.

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Navyri

Knowledge

  • Seduction x1
  • Caregiving x1
  • Intimidation x2
  • Tactics x2
  • Alchemy x2
  • Detection x4
  • Investigation x4
  • Discipline x4

Points

XP: +20 (cannot be used for magic)

Renown: +10 (Ferret is going to remember Navyri).

Loot

She still has her dagger.

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Navyri is a clever lady. In each post, this cleverness shows in how she thinks, what she chooses to say, and how she acts. There is a lot of constant tactics going on in her head, it seems, and that's good because this is a dangerous situation! I enjoyed her willingness to question Ferret's plan.

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