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Atop a stony plateau overlooking the lands of central Idalos, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from the rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence; firm in its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the many factions set aside their conflicting agendas and see this through?

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Sat Apr 21, 2018 1:30 pm

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Perhaps she was acting foolishly at the moment, but there was a method in the madness that the half-breed was about to indulge. So far things were progressing smoothly for her business as she was slowly getting everything prepared and her feet under her. But it still left some glaring questions. She needed workers, and she herself needed to get even better with her combative abilities. So why not try to kill two birds with a single stone? A lovely little idea had managed to cross her mind that she couldn't help but adore.

Now she found herself walking into a bar. Not something the half-breed did often all things considered. There was one tavern she could say she visited regularly but she hadn't the chance this season or most of the last, working keeping her as occupied as it was. She did, however, have friends willing to keep an eye on things for her. Who was taking the highest paying merc jobs, who was picking regular fights? She had trouble keeping up, but if there was one thing she was aware of it was that a lot of high-quality mercs could be found in a bar if you were willing to sift. That was why she was here. What better way to practice? What better way to find workers? What better way to do both at the same time than attempt to beat up some mercenaries. She wasn't going to go fighting any bar drunks or anything, she was going to see if anyone wanted to spar her the clean way. Of course, the 'clean way' was a bit up for debate when speaking with a merc.

Her back was straight as she seemed to almost glide. Her feet had finally stopped getting in the way of her movement as long as she was moving slower than a jog. Her eyes looked around the building taking stock of who exactly was in it. Most of the people were rough either battle bruised or work bruised men and occasionally women looking for some form of relaxation and relief. Their eyes hinted weariness that their bodies displayed in loads. Some were flirting with beautiful partners of the opposite sex who smiled and laughed at all the right moments, playing right along with whatever their clients wanted. They were escorts, of course, Night would be legitimately impressed if any of them weren't. People like that didn't come to bars like these without very good reason, and work was a good reason.

There were a few who kept to themselves, their stories quiet and untold. They preferred to sit alone and nurse their drinks. Those were the people who caused her curiosity. What was their story? What had they done in their life? Why would they rather be along? Night supposed she could answer the last one. Why would anyone want company when there's no good company around.

After taking the moment to size up the bar she raised her voice in a shout. "Aye!" She cried out, easily raising her voice above the noise within the tavern to get as much attention as she could. She had no better way of doing this. "Anyone interested enough in heading out back for a sparring match? A clean one. Or as clean as you lot can get anyways. Anyone who wants can come watch, but I just need the practice. And hey, for some of you, it might be your only chance to beat me," she announced like shouting in a bar was completely normal. There was no bit in her expression that showed what she was doing might have been socially unacceptable.

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Mon May 14, 2018 3:23 am

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It had nothing and everything to do with the way the woman had strolled into the bar.

Yndira had but a moment before attempted to command the attention of the half-drunk patrons around her with her broken Common and pretty eyes before Nadine had quite literally yanked her away. Without further explanation, the woman had dragged the Naer to a seat further away from the counter with disapproval dragging ugly features into a uglier expression. The unceremonious, uncontested loss of power left a bitter taste in her mouth, even as she sipped the drink she’d claimed as her a trophy towards from a mangy one-eyed shitstain less than half a break prior. Though she was full - another trophy to add to the count - there was an ache in her belly for something more, a specific taste. She wouldn’t not find anything like it here; too much flesh saturated with cheap booze. No, she wanted something more. But the Naer wasn’t going to risk an attempt at some big shot in a place she still had to get acquainted with.

But the woman that entered commanded the attention she had just had, and that thoroughly pissed her off. There was an air of importance that she carried herself with, and when she spoke - her voice was enough to make Yndira’s nose scrunch and lips screw up slightly like she’d sucked on a lemon - it was with an arrogant boasting. She wanted a sparring partner; she’d surely get one if she pissed the right person off. It might even only take one solid punch to the face to knock the woman down, but it would not be thrown by Yndira. She was to remain ‘inconspicuous’ - whatever that meant. And she didn’t like it, but she valued picking her battles. She couldn’t have herself being thrown into jail without getting a proper meal here, after all.

It seemed as though there were no takers, thus far. A silence had fallen, as if the patrons were all at once contemplating the woman’s offer and finding it not worth it. She’d spoken as if she’d been a big deal, and perhaps she was. As everyone returned to their previous conversations with a forced nonchalance and rigidness to their frames, Yndira felt a nudge at her boot. Across the table, Nadine looked at her pointedly, brows raised and a silent prompting there on her face. Her, fight this woman? The absurdity of it was not lost to the Naer, who barked out a laugh almost immediately. But Nadine’s expression never changed and she was soon nudged again, harder this time.

Shooting the other woman a glare, Yndira turned her attention to the winged woman. Once more she would need to work on communicating with someone she would rather not, but when was that ever new? Licking her lips as she stood, dark curls falling around her face, she observed the room around her. She had their attention, she noted with just the twitch of her lips; maybe this hadn’t been such a bad idea.

“Not good partner, but will spar.” She nodded, as if to herself, a soft smile spreading over her lips. “Need learn to...protect self.” This was plausible enough an excuse, and it wasn’t entirely untrue. Yndira had grown sloppy, inefficient in her hiatus from feasting. She sought to rectify that.
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Wed May 23, 2018 1:03 pm

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For those who were a little more frequent runners of the bar, or Etzos for that matter, this wasn't too strange an occurrence. The woman wasn't trying to be prideful or look strong or get attention. She honestly just wanted someone to practice with. Understandable, since most places with any mercenary ties were already aware of her attempts at starting up The Roost. But for those who weren't local, the scene must have looked rather odd for something so Avriel looking to burst in and demand a fight. Almost stereotypical. Until she started to bounce around the bar starting up leisurely conversations and begging what could only be assumed were regulars who shook their heads and shied from her touch. It wasn't like she would go all out and kick their asses or something, but most people hesitated fighting Nightshade. At least, those who were more aware of her story.

The half-breed instantly turned to Yndira when she approached, her attention focusing in on the other woman as she waited quietly for whatever would be said. A soft and warm smile spread across her features after Yn had spoken. "Hey, no problem. That's why people practice after all," she said, flashing a brilliant smile. Her expression was sunny and so very spring-like in nature as a light laugh jumped into her voice. It wasn't a laugh at something comedic, most certainly not a laugh at Yn, but more so a random laugh that someone might give off if they were really happy. Her eyes were practically glittering. Unexerpeience was in some ways better, at least when it came to sparring. It might give Night the chance to practice something new if she had a style Yn prefered. "My name is Nightshade. Do you have any styles you favor?" She asked. Yndira's abilities with common didn't seem to throw her in the least as she started walking, leading a direction.

"You obviously aren't from around here. Sorry if me coming in randomly to ask for a sparring partner seemed a bit strange. I wouldn't have done that to just any bar, but you happened to be sitting in one where mercenaries tend to congregate. If you plan to go back, you might want to get used to people demanding fights," she smiled at Yn, making friendly conversation as the walked to wherever the half-breed thought might be a good place to spar. There was a slight pink to her cheeks and she laughed as though she was embarrassed without even knowing the first impression she'd made. Or was still making depending on how open-minded Yndira was. "I was originally just going to find a Blackguard to spar with but noooo, Alex didn't want me to do that," her face contorted as her voice jumped in pitch and slightly dragged on the world 'Alex'. Almost like she was mocking a best friend. Her expression quickly fell away and it once again turned into laughter as she shook her head at her own actions.

Eventually, the woman led the way to an area where they could spar. It mostly consisted of a sandy pit. "Alright, hit me with your best shot," the half-breed said as she motioned for Yndira to take the first hit.

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Thu Jun 14, 2018 8:38 pm

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As if things couldn't get worse, this...Nightshade woman smiled. The hiss that left clenched teeth was a reaction Yndira could not control, nor the slight recoil. There was a warmth to it reminiscent of the sun and the Naer was very quickly regretting the forced decision to approach the winged thing. She'd certainly let Nadine know in the near future of her distaste for this seemingly bright individual and for having been put on the spot in needing to speak with her. But soon enough, she schooled her features and smiled in return, though it was considerably more tight-lipped as she followed the woman off to wherever they were meant to be going.

This posed problematic, though: no Nadine, and thus no back up. The human woman had opted to stay inside, as far as the Naer could tell. Which meant that if her temper or hunger got the better of her, there would be no one to pull her off of the course wherever those impulses would take her. Not a terrifying thought, but certainly not a comforting one. And - there was also the possibility that this Nightshade might very well do her harm and then who would be there to patch her up? She wasn't going to crawl on the ground towards Nadine, that was for sure.

Yndira's eyes narrowed as Nightshade prattled on. Only a few words were making any semblance of sense, but she nodded along as if she understood. What the fuck was this bitch saying to her? Whatever it was, she continued to nod and follow along, but watched the woman closely. There was a change in her voice at a name - something she could pick out easily - and then she was laughing again. Yndira wasn't sure if she was supposed to laugh right along with her, but refrained from doing so because that felt quite stupid. This woman came off as just that, but Yndira didn't have the patience to deal with the repercussions of letting that opinion be known. So she watched and waited.

Nightshade stopped them at a pit of sand, and the Naerikk supposed this was where they would be doing their sparring. A scowl very nearly pulled her lips down from her smile as she looked down at it. Sand; it'd get into everything and everywhere if she went down in it. She'd have to avoid that quite fiercely. Jaw clenching for a moment, she turned to the woman who seemed to beckon her forward, brows raising. So it would be her go first. Yndira was sure this woman was...something, but even she wasn't likely to beat the winged bitch.

"Me, first?" Of course, she had understood the gesture and linked it to the words coming out of her mouth, but affirmation was always nice, right? Or at least delayed the inevitable. For a trill, she considered ridding herself of her skirt - and while that seemed so very appealing - she doubted that would keep some semblance of the appearance of being helpless. Like it would be a task for someone with some idea of what they were doing. Instead, she lifted her skirt to tie it back to keep it somewhat out of the way.

Yndira had to admit, though, that she had very little experience with combat of any sort. Her targets were usually taken out without much fight and the last time she had been set to attack anyone - well, the end result had not been the most desired. It would seem that this was no different, aside from her decision to lash out at the woman starting with a run, and swing of her hand - open-palmed to utilize her nails as weapons.
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Sun Jul 29, 2018 6:23 pm

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The half-breed was completely oblivious to the annoyance of the Naer, or at the very least was extremely good at ignoring it. The second option was the more likely of the two. Nightshade had always been good at picking up on the emotions of others. Feelings of anger and annoyance in particular because she was so used to feeling those emotions silently drilling into her back. It had become normal when she was a child to just quietly ignore the judgments of others. They still hurt. Dear Immortals, they stung like daggers in her back and she felt like she was going to die whenever she had to hold a conversation with someone who obviously didn't want to even remotely be around her. It made her throat tighten and her eyes sting. But she'd gotten good at pretending to not be bothered. 25 arcs of practicing could do that to a person. So she ignored the burning, stabbing sensation as her eyes darted towards the Naer and she saw the thinly veiled frustration, disregard, and distaste.

She'd ignore it. As always. At least her combat skills were relatively impressive. She wanted to try and gauge the level of skill that Yndira had. The quicker she figured out how strong her opponent was the easier it would be to adapt. The half-breed had no intention of losing.

The half-breed nodded quietly as she continued to watch Yndira. Helpless looking or not, the half-breed wasn't about to judge her on appearances. Sometimes there was nothing more deceiving than the way someone acted, talked, or dressed in regards to their physical prowess. The half-breed wasn't about the make the mistake of underestimating Yndira and in return getting her tailfeathers handed back to her. She instead she watched her opponent quietly, carefully gauging her actions. As Yndira charged at her the half-breed analyzed the movements quietly. Reckless and novice, but it could easily be a ploy. The half-breed herself, having dangerously sharp nails, had done something similar before she actually started to develop some form of style. Nails were a dangerous natural weapon and could certainly take a foe off guard if they weren't paying careful attention, but the half-breed had taken note of the way that Yndira was swinging her arm. It wasn't like a punch as a proper punch would have the arm swinging in a different motion.

Charging in swinging, open-palmed no less, was a valid strategy. But it was easier to counter when someone understood hand to hand combat. And the half-breed in recent seasons had made herself intimately of many different styles of combat so supplement her use of a blade. Hence why she wanted to spar. Her current target was unarmed mastery.

The half-breed waited for the Naer to get within range, her body tensed. Part of her contemplated using one of her mark abilities to completely negate the attack, but somehow that felt just a little too much like cheating. Not to mention even though the pair was currently alone they were still in the city. It was only a matter of time before the sparring match drew attention and the use of a marked ability in town was just asking for trouble. So instead the half-breed ducked down at the last minute. If Yn managed to scratch her than so be it, her new position allowed her to protect her face and there were few other areas on her body where those claws could do much damage. From her half-crouched position, she launched herself at the midsection of Yn with the full intention of trying to knock her down and pin her. Unless Yn had a strong core or a low center of gravity it wasn't likely she'd be able to stay standing getting tackled by the half-breed at full force.

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