A World Much Unlike Our Own (Fantasy, Adventure, Accepting)

[Jake_wuz_X]

It lunged at me as my master caught it in his hand perfectly,
less than an inch from my face.
"What is this Shayne?"
"It's an Inland Taipen."
one of the most deadly snakes on the planet.

Shay felt an extension of his body whip out, tearing his cloak as she grabbed it, moving out of the way of the wind, or rather moving with the wind to be pushed enough to not hurt himself. Still it was an attack unlike any he'd seen. This boy had skill. Shay landed on the edge of the small clearing, looking at both of them, his dagger held in front of his face. He didn't want to fight these two. A cocky girl who didn't seem human, and an animal would take some new ways of disposal. Shay knew he had little time to deliver the satchel on his back. He couldn't be here too long.

"You want to kill the puppet, or it's master?" Shay asked with a glare at the two of them. "Frankly I don't give a damn if you fight my deader, but I've got other matters to attend to. That man was a messenger. Nothing more, nothing less. Killing me would only prove your desire for blood. It won't change a thing." Shay looked at them both as he let his blade slit out of his wrist guards, an assassin's best tool. "I assure you, a legendary assassin versus two freaks would be a poor fight to live, quite short as well." He said as he looked at them both with a stone cold look, hoping they would call his bluff. He was no legend, but Skyler was the best of the best. Besides, the man had only been dead for a minute, how did they know it was even the man they were looking for?

"No." he replied calmly.
"It's the price of failure"

~Shayne Crosshart

[BetaSwimmer]

Thane Hatchburg

"No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path."

"I don't give a rat's a** about puppets," Thane growled out not wanting to listen to the man's attempt to bar time and discern any further chances of escape, "I care not for your blood. That sack however has my teacher's scent on it. What is it?" Thane stated. As much as it seemed like an idle moment to allow for the man to rebuttal, Thane was clearly aware of the circumstances, as any assassin of any caliber would not remain with any given time to exchange words. Lacking hesitation in though, driven by pure instinct, Thane cast his blade out once more, cleaving the air in twain as yet another thunderous wave of wind billowed out.

But Thane didn't stop there, no it was to simple. In fluid motion his blade swiveled downward, arcing into a second wavering strike, equally as potent as the last. At this point Thane was already lurching into a dive, snapping his wrist upward and sending a third arcing strike out at the man, caring little if the woman interfered once more. The third arc was the true strike, whether the man was able to dodge or evade the initial blows mattered little if he was in any way unprepared for the third. But Thane didn't release a wave of wind with the third blow, no, instead he traveled with it, intending to charge directly into the man.

[Poco Loco Crow]

Retreating? Of course not . . .

Pharn stepped out of the shop into the street. Shifting the box under his arm to a more comfortable position, taking care so as not to damage its contents, he considered where to go next. Despite having found a wonderful present, he hadn’t learned anything in that store. That was to be expected, he supposed, but it still annoyed him that he was almost exactly where he’d started. So, in order to reduce the chances that he encountered another shopkeeper who wasn’t affected by cargo inspectors, he’d better try looking for a store selling imported goods. Also, he reflected, he might have come in a little too obliquely in the last store, though he wasn’t sure if he could help that. It never looked good if you were remembered asking questions about a man who died a few days later.

Resolving to find a more likely store, he started weaving his way past the people in the streets. His progress was impeded when, preoccupied with trying to see what the shops were, he walked into another person. The box with its precious contents was knocked out of his hand to land heavily on the ground. The dust around the box had barely settled before Pharn had turned around and swept it off the ground. Then, with a hesitancy that was in stark contrast to the swiftness he’d just shown, he lifted the lid and peeked inside.

The sight of the two glass horses walking on, oblivious to everything, let him relax. Closing and fastening the lid, he changed his plan slightly. First he’d put the statue somewhere safe so he wouldn’t have to worry about it, then he’d find another shop. Without any words of apology, or even acknowledgement to the man he’d run into, Pharn started to head back to the inn he was staying at.

. . . I’m advancing in another direction

Nymoral Pharn Requiem

[BetaSwimmer]

Kole Metzer

"I try to change the formality and everything about it, people killing people for a reason.
You make mistakes you don't regret, so make [a] conclusion."

Kole, in all his chipper, found himself rather befuddled at his lack of progress within the confines of the small town marketplace. The individual he had been directed to seemed far more obtrusive to locate than he had anticipated, and finding the desired map was turning into a quest of its own, let alone the gate he was seeking that map for in the first place.

Pausing in the midst of his endeavors to take sight over the streets he watched as another individual, his head in the clouds searching for something, knocked into a second person, nearly loosing his possessions to the ground. Kole couldn't help but chuckle to himself, or rather to himself and those unlucky enough to be within audio range. "People...so drawn into their own worlds, they have such little attention for the world they shape around themselves..." He muttered softly to himself, his mind well aware of the potential irony of his own words, doing their best to keep his surrounding world in focus and not let his hubris dictate control.

No sooner did the words leave his lips did he catch sight of an oddly shaped character, much akin in first glance to be that of a midget, squashed in the middle of a large array of shops his own shop almost non-existent to the world. As Kole began to walk over to the now grinning creature, he couldn't help but wonder if the shop was indeed only viewable to those the man allowed to see. The man lifted his hood from his head, revealing a disfigured image of an over-sized rat. Kole surmised it to be that of a kobald from the myths of the Celestial Empire, seeing one in person was even more amusing then he had imagined it would be, especially with the oddly framed goggled concealing the creature's eyes. "I see you're looking for something special." The beast croaked out in all to stereotypical fashion of any sleazy merchant.