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| Tanya | Tue Oct 4, 2016 5:32 am Post #91 |
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Caedis bowed deeply to Alex. "Wise choice. Everyone has two arms except you and me and Tanya. It's overdone. Cliche. Boring!" He turned abruptly and marched off, staring up into the rain. A few steps away, he bumped into someone and looked down. "Madame Tanya! She didn't want the arm." Tanya sighed. "I'm not surprised. She didn't strike me as much of a prospective client. Ah, well, it was worth a shot. Just toss the arm overboard, then. It's not worth the hassle of carrying it around everywhere." Caedis stared at her like a kicked dog. "Just toss it overboard?" Tanya inhaled deeply. She wondered if other lines of work had to deal with this sort of behaviour in their employees. "Fine. You can keep it. But if it starts to stink, it goes over. Understand?" The vampire's eyes lit up. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you." He moved to leave, but Tanya stopped him. "Wait. Caedis, you were born here. Explain the Ethereal plane to me. How does it work?" Caedis immediately became sober. He spoke in a steady monotone, staring straight at her. "It is what it is. It answers questions. It makes deals. Nothing comes free." "That's not a very good answer." "It's the best one. Knowledge is dangerous, Madame Tanya." "Not as dangerous as ignorance." She turned away and focused her thoughts. Ether. I understand you answer questions, and that's about all I understand. I don't like dealing from ignorance. But sometimes it's necessary, and right now there's a powerful and dangerous being that I need to learn about as fast as I can. It seems you're the only way to get that sort of knowledge. I need to know about this being's nature, secrets, motivations, and weaknesses. In exchange, I'll give you my right eye. Do you already know what I want to learn about? It's you. What use do you have for secrets, possessions, and body parts? Why do you feel emotion, and what makes some deals good and others bad? Why do you talk to people, unlike every other plane? Explain yourself, ethereal. Eye for an eye. Ice crackled across her skin, though nothing was there. Your body is cheap, regenerator. Needles poked into her spine, but nothing was there. Are you trying to short-change? Her fingers twitched, trying to make fists. For you, an eye is not enough. You need to offer more meat, a lot of it, or something else instead. Something intangible, something that can be taken and never wrenched back, never grown back. Are you willing to give something like that up? Tanya smiled. Interesting. It isn't the body part itself you want, then. Well, my body may be cheap, but my time is expensive. I could last the entirety of another human's life without aging a day. Would you trade me the knowledge I'm after in exchange for a year of my life? Aging a year is nothing, even to you. Maybe if you aged 10 years, it would be a fair deal. That or something intangible. Those are the terms. Tanya broke off the contact without replying. Neither her memories nor her youth were for sale. What she had learned from her brief contact would be enough for the time being. The experience had been draining, especially given her expenditure of mana earlier. She picked a bunk and lay down. Sleep came quickly, but it was restless. A crossroads. A decision. The broken corpse of a beautiful man. Tanya woke with a start a few hours later. Caelum was standing by the side of her bed, breathing hard. His eyes were open wide. "I had a bad dream," he told her. "I thought you could help, but you were screaming in your sleep when I arrived. Are you all right?" "Fine," she replied curtly. "What was your dream?" "Oh, Madame Tanya, it was awful! I was lost in the woods and there was this corpse and it grabbed me and there were maggots in its eyes--" Madame Tanya pursed her lips. "I see. It seems the ethereal might not be content to wait for us to come to it anymore." She rolled over and got up. Her arm was starting to grow back-- a stumpy protrusion of useless muscles dangled from the stump. In another hour or two she'd be fully recovered. "Come on, then. Let's see what Caedis has been dreaming about." Caedis, when they found him, was crouched in a corner clutching Tanya's arm to his chest. He scowled at them when they approached. "Stay back," he muttered. Tanya crouched beside him. "I said stay the [removed] back!" Tanya slapped him across the face. "Caedis Cruor, I have given you a great deal of leeway and you have served me well but I will not be spoken to like that. I take it you had a bad dream? With a crossroads and a beautiful corpse?" Caedis' eyes focused. "A dream. Yes. A dream." "Come on. Let's go meet with our hosts. Maybe they have an explanation." The Dalcas brothers assured them it was nothing to worry about, though the younger brother's nervousness undercut his message. They also offered the Pariahs a job. Tanya shrugged. "The money's not much, but this Czajka sounds worth meeting. Might as well pick up a few dollars on the side." "I'm in, too," Caedis added immediately. "Well, of course we're in if Tanya--ouch! I mean, me too." Caelum was a little slower on the uptake. Madame Tanya looked at the brothers. "My name's Madame Tanya. These are Caelum and Caedis. Sorry for the late arrival. I've been belowdecks treating the wounded prisoners." She paused, switching thoughts. "You said you used to be kings of the river. What happened, if you don't mind me asking?" Edited by Tanya, Tue Oct 4, 2016 5:33 am.
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| Storyteller[ST] | Tue Oct 4, 2016 1:14 pm Post #92 |
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Dalcas Glug, you ask about trade in Nine Angels. "The prices are... well, I hope you're good at negotiating and got a good eye for a scam. People try to do ripoffs all the time, especially if you look gullible or you're new to town. Since there ain't a whole lot of master craftsmen left, good luck finding equipment that's new or fancy. Things kind of circulate. It's hard to scavenge unless you loot someone you killed yourself." Tanya, you arrive and accept the job while asking the Dalcas about their fall from grace. Viktor scratches his neck, his smile not quite reaching his eyes anymore. "Our time in the spotlight was not long after we stopped riding with Torsten's Operators. Pureblood Torsten was a human, a legend in Marble County. They named that marble cliff after him, you know the one I bet, Yurim -- of course, then they went and defiled it with their bloody executions and that creepy metal spider. But anyway, Torsten went and got himself killed and eaten by some monster [removed]ing werewolf alfha and without that stinking human's leadership, all his Operators went their separate ways. And Yevhen... went missing, too, so I had to scrounge things up all by myself." Zuraw comes to her senses at the mention of Torsten. She starts listening to the story intently, wolf-ears quivering. "I had to kill a lot of my old buddies to get hold of those silver mines. They pretty much belonged to me. With all that power I found Yevhen and got him safe. With the two of us back in business, we scalped off the mining profits and built up our forces and did a bunch of other wild things. It was great. But the silver mines started to dry up, and Nine Angels started getting packed with a bunch of upstart gangs like the Gentlemen, and then the Cascadian mafia started edging in, all sorts of crap like that. It wasn't some big failure or anything, we just started getting pushed back. We got smaller. Ain't that the honest truth, Yevhen?" His younger brother folds his arms and gives an annoyed bah. "And it is. I'm telling y'all this because there's lots of lies in Nine Angels. People talk too much." |
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| Carmen | Tue Oct 4, 2016 1:50 pm Post #93 |
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With the entry of Tanya and her cohorts, the crowding in the room became too much for Carmen to handle. Wide-eyed, breathing fast and fanning her face with both hands, she not-so-subtly excused herself from the brothers and the group to go back on deck. The freezing rain stung her face, but the captain's clothes kept her otherwise warm and dry. Carmen took deep, deliberate breaths, moving about the deck to the widest spaces, away from people and structures, marshalling her senses and her decorum. Cinder scampered up one of her sleeves and nestled inside of her clothes, away from the biting rain. His claws scraped her skin, but Carmen didn't mind, wishing instead that Smoke, her missing stoat were there as well. She walked to the rail and rested her elbows atop it, leaning her head out and inhaling, feeling her lungs warm the frigid air. "What would you do?" she whispered, talking to many absent figures in her life at once. They all had different answers. "And who do I trust?" To that, they answered as one. Rain pattered her Capitano hat and dripped off the brim. She stood there alone, arms curled around herself, staring quietly out at the shore with unfocused eyes as the boat drifted slowly past, taking the time she needed to decompress. |
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| Lorica | Tue Oct 4, 2016 3:39 pm Post #94 |
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Lorica took the note off of her chest, staring at the angry scribbling. A small smile crossed her face. "You and me both, Sparky." She showed the note to Anci before crumpling it up and heading back on deck. She tossed the scrunched paper overboard into the river, watching it disappear in the current. Her friend headed off to get food. Lorica took the opportunity to check out the armory. Only three of her knives had been stored on board, for some reason: a dirk, a long-bladed throwing knife, and a curved knife with serrated edges. She frowned. Annoying. She hadn't been this under-armed since her days as a Page, when the Stewards kept confiscating the extra knives she squirreled away. The Keeper shrugged and belted them on, adding the knife she'd taken from the guard. She'd make do. She always did. The makeshift cafeteria was ungodly cramped. Just finding her way over to the serving pot was difficult. She got her scoop of food and found Anci, pressing up against the Sulerian in the tight confines. Zuraw was here too, her bowl so clean she must have lapped up the residue. Lorica gave the half-werewolf a tight smile before turning her attention to the conversation, ignoring the woman. She didn't expect to get results overnight. She didn't particularly care if Zuraw hated her. She was hoping the strong emotions would get the 'knight' to come to terms with her situation. They didn't need to become besties in the process. Between the conversation with the Dalca brothers (and some murmured explanations from Anci), she got caught up on the proceedings. "I don't mind playing courier, if there are notes involved." She waited for a lull in the talking before posing a question of her own, although she masked the source of her information with an easy lie. "I had a run-in with sparrowhawks not long ago and heard a rumor about Bacek. I heard she ran afoul of a wolf named Kir Lantos. Any truth to that?" She asked the question as casually as possible, pointedly not looking at Zuraw. |
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| Mobster Man | Tue Oct 4, 2016 9:00 pm Post #95 |
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Yurim smirked, "I call 'it' a 'he' because my dad used to tell me that the shadows have no gender but do have preferred forms. Dad liked to be male and this Ethereal has the same 'feel' to him, but instead of knocking women up with his shadow-spawn the Ethereal likes to dangle false hope." Yurim finished his soup and then swore out loud, "Dead Gods I could use some damn candy. But someone on this damn boat must have eaten the bag they took from me. I could also use a lockpick, get this manacle off so I can start Shadowdancing without wanting to rip my arm off." He looked to the one called 'Glug' and saw his manacle was off, "Hey Glug, you got a lockpick to share or can ya pick my manacle? I'd rather not try to get revenge on the bastard that did this to us while still having to go through excruciating pain every time I want to jump into the shadows." Yurim looked back to the Dalca brothers, "Is there a Shadow Temple or any kinda Shadow Dancer meeting place here? I figure I can get some information from my kind there." |
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| Glug Photall | Tue Oct 4, 2016 9:33 pm Post #96 |
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Glug looked over at the man when he called out. He thought about it for a moment. “Nnnn…” He almost refused. Let everybody find their own way out; he had. But…he needed allies if he was going to destroy Krupin. Besides, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. And anyway, maybe he’d get something in return later on. He could think of something right off the bat, too. So he went over to the man and pulled out the bone splinter. “Yeah,” he drawled, “why the abyss not?” He set to work at once and was quickly done. Then he pocketed the make-shift lock-pick and walked away. “You owe me a cigar,” he said as he went back over to sit down. Frankly, he thought a cigar was a fairly cheap trade; the guy was getting a good bargain. OOC
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| Storyteller[ST] | Tue Oct 4, 2016 11:51 pm Post #97 |
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Dalcas Lorica, three pairs of eyes snap to you all at the same time: those of Viktor, Yevhen, and Zuraw. All because of one simple question about a wolf named Kir Lantos. "You heard right." It's the only thing Viktor says for a few long, awkward moments. "Kir Lantos is a Clerk of Balefire and the nastiest goddamn alfha no one's ever heard of." Yevhen adds softly, "I think it's pronounced 'alpha' in Common, brother. Bit smoother, like." The man just shrugs. "Bacek said she played with fire and got burned, acting all casual. She tried not to seem bothered by it, but I could tell it was still a raw subject even after all these months. Maybe it's her way of being pissed: simmering. I wouldn't be surprised if the reason she hired me has to do with him. He was the one who put her in prison, after all." Yurim, you ask the Dalcas if there's a Shadow Temple or Shadowdancer hideout in Nine Angels. "Sure is. The ruins of one, I mean. Not even homeless go there. My guess is that people in Nine Angels are already close enough to the Shadow Plane that they don't need to give it reverence. You'll get what I mean when we arrive." |
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| Mobster Man | Tue Oct 4, 2016 11:59 pm Post #98 |
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Glug picked the lock for the promise of a cigar... yeah, Yurim could steal a cigar at some point or just never give it to him. When the Dalca brothers spoke of Kir Lantos their full attention was on Lorica, but Yurim listened anyway, it seemed Lantos was an 'Alpha' Werewolf that got burned in a bad deal, good information to know. When he mentioned the ruins of a shadow temple, Yurim grinned, "It's not about communing with the Shadows, it's about a place for Shadow Dancers to gather, sell, and exchange information. If we're gonna stay in Nine Angels then I need to make contacts with the local Shadow Dancers, simple as that. So any information where they might meet up other than the temple would be much appreciated." |
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| Leyanni[Adm] | Wed Oct 5, 2016 12:25 am Post #99 |
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The young, armless blonde responded to Anci's honest concern after some thought. "I feel fine. I've got some old plans jumbling around in my head for a replacement. Don't worry about me, we've got work to do." Alex kept her eyes on Zuraw. The werewolf perked up at a certain name. "Zuraw, did you have a history with Pureblood Torsten? The more information, the better that I can make my family safe." She pushed the little notebook closer. Her attentions shifted to the rest. "I'll take on that job to go deliver a package to Czajka. I think if we want to fight him, we need a few basic necessities. Somewhere safe, preferably outside of Nine Angels so that any traffic heading towards us is definitely unwanted traffic." It was a trick she picked up from the security around Itivari's most secretive development areas. They were very on purpose in places that the sight-lines were clear and only people with business within the building would actually go to. "It will also let us have stockpiles and workshops if we want to use anything more complex than steel blades." Edited by Leyanni, Wed Oct 5, 2016 1:18 am.
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| Tian | Wed Oct 5, 2016 1:44 am Post #100 |
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Tian grimaced at the lack of reply, and shook his head. At least my tongue flows like a river of shit, nice and turgid and not very well. Ultimately, it was unimportant. He could sit back, and observe as more people arrived, asking their questions and speaking to one another. And by simple observation, he learned a great deal more about the disparate members of this group, including adding a name to the list of people who would have to be carefully watched and, potentially, disposed of in a shallow grave later. Anyone who thought that his much earlier threatenign position was snarkiness was gravely mistaken. Muttering under his breath about the civility or, possibly, the lack thereof, of goblinoids, he tried to speak again to the Dalca's. Hopefulyl this time he would actually say what he meant. [removed] you, Etherial, was probably you what did that because I was being a bully to you. While all of this information is certainly useful, I myself would really like to know about how the rest of Balefire has taken to Taming. And how many zakona have been rounded up, and where they are being sent. The whole lot of them are a potential resource to someone with the nerve to harvest it. It was a veritable army. Or, a veritable gold mine of money and information, or both. As for delivering your papers, I am ok with it. As for trusting you...I don't. But don't feel special, there is only two or three people I really trust on this continent. Yes, yes, continent. Not -world-. You don't need the kind of attention admitting to Farplanar connections would yield. Don't trust you, but we'll see. Someone has to make an overture or else live in paralyzing fear forevermore. I'll accept that olive branch. And your money, of course. |
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| Anci | Wed Oct 5, 2016 2:01 am Post #101 |
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Anci breathed a sigh of relief when Alex mentioned she already had plans a replacement. It didn’t answer her questions on what happened to it, but she was content that there was already a solution in the works. The conversations were flying fast and quick, some of the words were lost in the different accents here and there. One kept coming up though that contextually Anci had a good idea of. “What is an...alfhuu? A local rank for a boss?“ The other line of inquiry about employment had her worried though. The first job they had together went horribly awry, but most of that was because of their misfortune in being employed as a disposable tool. That wasn’t the only issue. Anci held the cup of soup close to her face, savoring the heat even more than the food itself. “I would take this job, I need the notes.” She glanced at Keter, looking over the metal rim of the cup. “How long until you sell us out for a second time though, Keter?” - - - - - Hawkeye Gough “I would disagree, not all of Imythess is bad. There are rough diamonds here, in the people and in the places.” She gave a conspiratorial look around for any of the Balefire locals. “I do not like this place though. It is as you say, there is little to trust and few who trust that I have found in my time here.” Philosophy was a new word too, but the brief explanation helped. The concept made sense, divining meaning out of life was something she had tried a long time ago in Suler. “Abnathea sounds nice, when people want and lack is when the worst seems to come out of a person. There is something about hard work, it brings our communities together. We all share in the fruits of our work and help shoulder the burdens. I would be afraid that without that, people would become...lazy? Isolated?” Her brows were furrowed in thought before she snapped her fingers, a smile from a believed understanding crossing her face. “You are a priest of philosophy? Helping people find meaning in their lives by talking about the world with this free time they have?” |
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| Storyteller[ST] | Wed Oct 5, 2016 3:51 am Post #102 |
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Dalcas and Zuraw Yurim, you try to pull information about Shadowdancer activities from the Dalca brothers. Viktor makes a vague gesture. "Dunno. I'm no Shadowdancer. You make it sound like it's a fun club to be in, though." Alex, you ask Zuraw if she has a history with Pureblood Torsten. She shakes her head, but takes up her notebook. I never met him. I have lived in Balefire my entire life. This is my first time leaving the city. Tian, you inform the Dalca brothers that you don't trust them (twice, just to make sure they heard you) and wonder a few things about Balefire's current conditions. "Hey man, I'm no walking library. Just a lucky guy who stumbles across useful things sometimes and likes to chat to pass the time. I haven't been to Balefire in a while, and I got no reason to do it now that the Taming is on. And the only reason I know about that is because of this barge job. That's where I got that bundle of zakona reports, too." "I don't like the uppity way you talk to my big brother," Yevhen says to you, Tian, "trying to sound smart with your big words and saying shit about not trusting him. He's just being nice, he could walk away anytime and stop giving you guys help." "Don't worry about it, Yevhen. I don't care." Anci, you wonder what an alfhuu is. Yevhen answers this time. "Alpha. Top dog. The dominant werewolf in a pack. The biggest, smartest, meanest one who gets everything and distributes it to whoever's in their favor. Drunk with power, gets off on making the strong stronger and the weak weaker within their little... ladder thing. That's how Kir Lantos is, anyway, and other assholes like him." Ansgar Ansgar chuckles lightly at your comment about hard work and community. "You sound like a Katai Unionist. No offense." He gives a thoughtful sigh, folding his arms over his chest. "No, I see your point. But in Abnathea, we're drawn together by our intellectual pursuits, the way we utilize each other's skills and ideas. A great discourse brings together minds from all over the empire. With the Doctrines, the individual and the society move forward hand-in-hand." You ask him if he's a priest, as an attempt to clarify. "Ah, no, the Doctrines are government programs, not religion. The Doctrine of the Second is the most important to Abnathean way of life, in my opinion. I've devoted myself to it. I'm cloaked in it." Anci, you remember noticing the numeral II ritually scarred over and over across Ansgar's skin when he was shirtless in the prison cell. |
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| Tian | Wed Oct 5, 2016 2:56 pm Post #103 |
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Tian spread his hands apologetically, and almost sounded apologetic when he spoke again. Sorry. I can't help how I speak, and as for being uppity...why, yes, I have a problem with that. Call it reflexive. So, there was no information on anywhere other than Nine Angels and the surrounding territory. Well, it had been a long shot but you never learned anything by remaining silent. At any rate, I wouldn't get upset about a lack of trust. People in my former line of work do not necessarily have a great stock of that kind of thing. Its nothing. I am gtrateful, however, that you are willing to trust us without even knowing us, even for something so simple as courier work. It was a trust he would not betray, at least not unless there was a great deal to gain out of doing so. Literally, these people were the only people they could count on, after a fashion, to not try to kill them on sight. Balefire would be a very, very hot environment for a time. I am taking it that the Taming hasn't spread through every part of Balefire and the backswamps yet, if our - ah ha ha - fame only extends a few days out of the city itself. |
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| Carmen | Wed Oct 5, 2016 3:45 pm Post #104 |
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After a long time breathing in the fresh air, Carmen felt a bit more like herself. Her belly growled, reminding her of the pressing hunger that made her stomach coil. Cinder stirred as well, and she doubted that her captors had been kind enough to keep the rodent fed. They quite likely didn't even know he was on board. There were probably rats in the deep holds and mucking about in the bilge. She would let Cinder go catch one later. She left the rail and began making her way back into the ship, asking here she might find the officer's mess. There, she hoped, would be something more palatable than the poison the Dalcas had tried to feed her. If she ran into anyone she knew, either from the group or from the prison break, she would try to strike up conversation, as a tool to keep her mind off the enclosed corridors and tight spaces that were inherent to a ship's interior. |
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| Glug Photall | Thu Oct 6, 2016 2:40 am Post #105 |
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Another for this job of the brothers’. It seemed that most of their hug-happy little group was going to stay in at least relatively close proximity in Nine Angels, after all. But…wait…what in the abyss did the girl just say?! He stared at the back of her head for a long second before his eyes darted, hard and cold, toward Keter. No, he hadn’t misheard her. She had just called him out…a second time… It was him…he had been the one to sell them out. Glug felt his anger growing inside. If that was true…if indeed he had been the one to betray them…but he didn’t believe for a single second that he had been alone in this betrayal. Krupin had set the whole affair up, manipulated things from the start…he was still Glug’s main target. But Keter…if Keter was truly the one responsible for his place on this barge right now, he would be held just as accountable. And considering he doubted very much that Keter was here because he was metaphorically rolling in wealth, prestige, or power; that meant that no one would miss Keter if he were to suddenly disappear, most likely…so it made repaying him for his treachery that much simpler. No defiling of his reputation, no disintegration of his resources…just a straight-up assassination. And if they were to stay together for at least a short time, either on this barge or off of it, that would make things so much simpler as well. But Keter seemed to be at least as stealthy as Glug himself was - and Glug had perfected stealth and archery to the point of being a bloody art form. And there was another problem…Keter was a Shadow Dancer. That meant that he could manipulate the shadows as easily as breathing, especially now that he was freed from those accursed shackles and that bloody collar…if only Glug still had his light-infused arrows! He swore vehemently in his mind at the loss of his arrows. They had probably been added to the various quivers of the guards, yet his bow had remained. And the worst part was that Glug’s portable siege tower wouldn’t be an effective barrier to a Dancer, either…he would need some help to deal with this upstart. And yet, the question remained: was Keter the one who had betrayed them? Annihilating such a potential ally as Keter was a dangerous act of self-sabotage, so unless there was a legitimate reason to do so…he didn’t want to sever ties just yet. He would need those ties to take down Krupin. But if Keter had indeed betrayed them once already, then his question was the same as Anci’s: would he betray them again? Glug was of the opinion that people didn’t change; they simply refined their methods, even if that included lying to themselves. People simply were the way that they were. Even if you buried the darkest parts of yourself, those fragments of your entire being were still there. Once a traitor, always a traitor… Glug decided to keep his mouth shut for the time being. This was like being back in that abyssal pit that even the drow dared not enter; at least the drow knew to expect betrayal and murder at inopportune moments. But in that hole within a hole in the ground beneath the ground (as his green-skinned kin often so aptly described it), chaos reigned supreme. The only difference here was that the air was much cleaner. No, he’d bide his time for now. He had nothing to lose, really…he could always get another bow, steal some poor farmer’s clothes, whatever it took to survive…maybe Keter didn’t, either. He’d have to find out what. And what of this ethereal? Perhaps he could gain information from it as others seemed to have done, but at what cost? He needed to know everything he could learn about Krupin, but he wouldn’t mind knowing whatever it was that the brothers were trying to hide as well, and now there was Keter to deal with…but at the moment, his best course of action was simply to watch and wait, keep an ear pressed to the ground...and for that reason, it was some time before the cold, hard gaze left the back of that potential traitor’s entirely-too-alive skull. OOC
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