The War of the Ancients (Invite only -NEW RULE-)

[YunMei]

[No. If the two initial 'pile ups' didn't do it I doubt much else would have. ^^' I have as well. Marcello is still trying to help her to her feet and I can't really think of a way to move past this without a response from her. I highly doubt Cello would be able to ignore her after putting forth the effort to help. Unless it's okay to assume she ignores him...]

[Raziel Sarafin]

((XD just pull your hand back and say "Well fine, if you don't wanna take it, I guess I'll take my hand back.))

[YunMei]

[That wouldn't really be in character though... I'll try to something out quickly. Feel free to tell me if I do anything I'm not supposed to.]

Letting out a slight breath, Marcello took a moment to carefully examine the young woman's face. She did not seem to notice him or if so he didn't seem to have close to many of her attention. The boy stared for a moment before mentally face palming. What did he know, he noted, pushing the thought casually from his mind. Far be it from him to assume what she thought. He'd never been all too good at reading facial movements anyway. Be it humans, nymphs or other.

He watched for a moment longer, carefully before slowly taking his hand back. There was an almost appolegetic look on his face as he did so.

"Ah... erm..." Cello paused looking to the knight. "Go on ahead." He noted curtly, looking Keith over as well. He would be even harder to read. He just knew it. Rolling his eyes the nymph slowly let his eyes fall to the floor before trailing over to one of the tables. Though he wouldn't say it, he doubted he needed to, but it had a long confusing day. Pausing, he allowed himself to carefully fall into the chair.

'A dragon hm...' Marcello noted, eyes still on the ground. 'Maybe I should see if I can get some help from the local nymphs...'

[Here it is.]

[Aeros Endeem]

((Alright, So, if you guys want to get anything else taken care of, go ahead and do so, Keith and Bane are all set. So post until your set to call it a "Night".))

[YunMei]

[Understood. Sorry if it's a bit odd but this should at least make Marcello a bit more plausible. I hope.]

It took a moment for Marcello to move again, gaze sweeping the floor in mild interest. He could hear, if only softly, the noises from the other room as the knight and the bard conversed. They were no doubt comparing notes on the 'beast' they would be seeking out come morning. Leaning back into his seat, the boy closed his eyes carefully in a futile attempt to better his grasp of the exchange between the two gentlemen.

He sat like that for a moment longer before slowly opening his eyes and helping himself to his feet. It was doubtful as far as he could tell that he would be of much use to them. He did not know much on dragons, nor had he much of half a clue on the one they referred to. The one called an ancent if he recalled correctly.

Not many of them liked water either. Though that one was most likely a rumor, Cello momentarilly found himself hoping such to be the truth. He would at least be useful then. To some degree.

Straining himself for a second time to attempt to hear the two men, he let out a small sigh before making his way to the door. Marcello could not see the two more violent members of their party, or so he noted as he allowed his purple eyes to scan the surrounding area. Though it really felt too dark to tell. The young nymph attempted again before taking a short step out and making his way towards the forest.

It was doubtful he would be gone long, or so he guessed at that point. Or that they would even notice the lack of his presence.

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Petra could only blink slowly as the strange blue haired figure spoke to her friend, eyes slowly examing him in her confusion. He had called himself a nymph but spoke in a tone much deeper than others she had meet. His chest was rather flat. But he did exhibit features she was familiar with as well.

"And so, that would be why I'm here." The boy finished, an awkward smile seeming to form on his childish features as he spoke. Her sister, Sofia, only continued to watch the man. Her brow furrowing deeper as he continued his very peculiar tale.

"I see. And you expect to get help, Marcello?" She questioned, using the name the figure had offered to them. He didn't seem to return the gaze, eyes glancing about almost nervously. Sofia watched him for a moment longer before shaking her head slowly. "You really are hopeless." His check puffed out as she spoke again.

"H-hey. If not help could you at least---" She didn't give him a chance to respond however, eyes gleaning carefully to the mountain that held the one the boy wished to speak with.

"You only wish to calm him correct?" Sofia questioned, giving the male an odd look. He returned the gaze for a second before quickly nodding. "Then fill your canteen and leave." She noted before turning to Petra. "Come, you should be sleeping." She noted before escorting her away.

"Right." Marcello noted, watching as the two fadded into the distance. That had definitely not been as helpful as he imagined it to be. Though he supposed he really should not have expected much else. Though he rarely spoke of it there had been an incident before he had been born. One that made so he had been born with no real gender. Or so he had been told.

Shaking his head quietly, the boy reached into his bag and carefully removed the canteen in question. It would be better, he thought, to get back before they realized he was gone. To save the more confussing puzzles for later. Much later.

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He returned much in the way he had left. Unnoticed, or so he believed by the condition of the room. The only noise there in still originating from the room of Keith and Bane. He let out what he thought to be the one hundreth sigh of the day before carefully taking a seat back where he had been before.

[Aeros Endeem]

((I'll throw in another post for Marc. ^^))

Consoling the Bard, Keith simply sits beside him on the bed. "So, brother bane, what is it that we need for the 'morrow?"

bane simply speaks up as if he recovered from what transgressed earlier. "For the party, I'm thinking that we have all we need here in the Inn, just get what we need and then be on our way..." Seeming kinda distant, bane looks away slightly. The knight notices the action and get at it. "So, what troubles occupy your mind?"

"I was actually kind of hoping that Marcello, the Nymph? I was hoping that He'd like to make a pact with one of us. But I'd rather not push it onto him if he didn't want to. I mean, if he knew the consequences, then he does have a reason to be wary."

"Consequences, brother?"

"Yes, once the pact is made, they are soul-bound. If the guardian dies, the human dies and vise-versa, I can under--"

"Wait... If one dies, the other has to as well? How in great Aeros was Angar able to live through TWO pacts?!"

"The immortals Keith, they granted him Immortality from two pact deaths, he's on his last one now, if his pact holder dies this time, so does he, thus ending the Eden era..."

[YunMei]

[Thank you.]

Said young nymph could only raise a brow as the bard's words reached his ears. It appeared he had been thinking of the notion of a pact as well. Though the other man had perhaps put a deal more thought to it than Cello had himself.

It did seem like a good idea. Or at least one that warranted thouroughness before being made. He after all barely knew either. But from his current stand point he guessed he would better handle Bane's temperment. Marcello would definitely not be the only one to admit the bard was wise. He was calm and patient. But neither of them were much for combat. An issue he believed may come up if they linked their lives together.

Keith on the other hand seemed to know well his way around a blade. But unfortunately appeared to have a temper as sharp as the very weapon. Cello doubted he would be able to hold his temper very long around the gentleman. Especially if he did not mature quickly.

The girl, Lillith was barely an option in his mind. She did not notice him much from what he could tell to begin with.

Carefully placing his arms on the table and leaning his head into them, the nymph continued to search his mind. There was also the life span that came with being a nymph to consider. He could exist only so long as the lake he was born in did. No more no less. Cello would admit his mind could only wonder what that one meant.

'Would that make him some form of immortal or bring me to a human level of mortality...?' He pondered, eying the door for a moment. He still could not bring himself to just waltz right in. It was doubtful the room had more than two beds anyway and he did not want to make things too terribly awkward.

'The keeper of the dragon Angar's last pact... I wonder what he's like...'

[Aeros Endeem]

Looking around in the room, the door was open slightly, three beds took up each wall, leaving the wall with the door alone. The knight looks back to bane. "Brother, should I fetch the nymph? perhaps he can shed some light from his own perspective."

Bane loos to the knight, nodding only once. "Sure, but just extend the invitation. If he want's to join us, he can. It's his choice." Keith nods once as he stands, walking past the door as he makes his way back into the main tavern, founding Marcello burying his face into his hands. The knight let's out a small grunt to clear his throat.

"Marc? Brother Bane and I wish to extend an invitation to join us in our quarters, there's three beds so you can have your own bed. Plus, we wish to talk with you, about your views on the guardianship, I'm sure you have questions that Bane can answer. I cannot force you to come along, but I only wish to extend the invitation, so you know our door is open for you..."

With that, keith awaits at the doorframe, awaiting the Nymphs reply, if he'll reply at all.

[YunMei]

Ears peeking slightly, Cello did his best to pull his attention back to reality as the knight spoke. For seem reason his imagination had not gotten very far in his attempts to picture the dragon's 'partner'. A concept he would later suppose to be for the best. His mental imaginings were always far worse or far better than what was really bound to happen.

He was actually usually the unlucky dork who managed to get his hopes up.

"You wouldn't mind having me?" He questioned in a rare tone of awkwardness once he had managed to push himself. He looked to Keith for a moment more before helping himself out of the chairs.

"A pact? As in what occured between Charnel and Charlotte earlier?" Marcello wondered aloud. He supposed it would worth a shot to join them. If only to get the messy detail out of the way without the fiend being in the area. "Fair enough." He noted, making his way over to the room.

"So, erm... what is it you wished to ask me about guardians?"

[Aeros Endeem]

Keith and Bane looks up to see the Nymph enter the room. Bane looks to Keith and then back to Marc with a slight smile. "Actually I was thinking that you had questions. I remember when I first broached the topic, you seemed kind of distant about it."

((Sorry for shortness, I Kinda had a brain fart. XP ))

[YunMei]

"I did?" He questioned before taking a moment to search his mind for the conversation in question. Marcello did not recall being distant about it per say. Though he had not been very interested either. It was the bard who had changed the subject. Something had come up about the dragon had come up and the the knight. At least if his memory served him correctly.

"Very well. I hope you don't mind if I over heard a bit of you're conversation earlier." Cello continued, gaze dancing between the two other men. It was unlikely Bane would, he reassured himself. "I think I should point out however that nymphs are not entirely immortal either. I will only be alive so long as the lake I come from exists."

[Aeros Endeem]

Bane looked slightly confused for a moment after the Nymphs words. "Oh, perhaps it was with someone else, my apologies..."

Keith looks to Marc after his next train of words went through. About being alive as long as his home exists. "It's not exactly that one is immortal per say, just that one is soul-bound to the other. Angar lived through two pacts because of a blessing from the immortals during his era. They mightv'e changed things around since then."

Bane, still slightly upset over the transgressions between himself and Charloette, let's out a slightly defeated sigh once more. The knight looks over to the Bard king with a slight scowl imprinted on his face. "Brother Bane, you need to snap out of this. It was only a misunderstanding..."

"Does she know that? I think not, I have reasons to remorse my words..."

[YunMei]

It took a bit for Marcello not to scowl himself at the bard's words.

"Bane. Something tells me should have said something further if she were still offended." He explained, taking a seat beside the kinder of the two males. It had taken a deal more of his mental strength to keep his tone even. Or perhaps kind, he wasn't sure, he had long accepted that one can never truly judge how their tone of voice comes across to others.

"I see." He noted, turning his attention back the knight in hopes of ending the little self doubt fest. "Understood. I just wanted to make sure you knew."

[Aeros Endeem]

Letting out a light grunt, the Bard stands from his spot. "Perhaps your right Marc, she would have indeed mentioned something if it did offend her."

Keith looks up at Bane with a slight smile, hearing Bane's words of understanding. "You should rest brother, Tomorrow is a new day, a chance to right your wrongs." Bane looks back to Keith and Marc with a slight nod. "Of course, a good night sleep is what I need." With that, he strips off his equipment, placing them next to his cot. Walking to the door, he stops and looks back. "If I don't get back before you two retire for the night, I bid you a good night." With that, he leaves the room.

Keith sighs contently as he looks up to the nymph once more. "I know brother Bane asked you earlier, but I am rather curious myself. What is your views on making a blood-pact?"

[YunMei]

Marcello looked to Keith for a moment, head cocked aside in curiosity.

"I'm not entirely sure to be frank." He started, looking back to all of his knowledge of the concept. He'd always pictured his relationship with the priest to be a pact. Though it had been an entirely artificial one constructed heavily of words and honor.

"From what I can tell it sounds to be about the same amount of commitment as actual marriage."