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 Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2022 8:51 am
Tryston found his answer whenever a familiar scream pierced the air. His heart tightened painfully in his chest as he recognized Constynce’s voice and the iceling quickly turned away from the warehouse to instead bolt towards the docks where the ship was waiting. Evcn if there was fresh blood oozing from beneath his bandages and his ribs were screaming from being bruised and battered the warrior would not stop moving until he found Constynce and got her away from this mess. Tryston leaned forward, pushing his body to keep moving until he got closer to the ship. He was not about to stop now! Not when Constynce needed him!
“b***h.” The swear came out as an Oban moved from the shadows to study the woman who had attempted to bolt. Even though another of the rogues had a hand across her mouth now the bulky Oban man with a crooked nose and a criss-cross of scars across his face and upper body couldn’t resist the urge to come forward and place a hand around the woman’s neck. “Does bait need ta be livin’?” He hissed as he looked towards another man, one of those from the tavern that had helped start the earlier brawl. “I’d rather get rid of anythin’ bothersome. Isn’t that the plan anyways? Destroy the brother fooks since ya couldn’t corrupt ‘em?”
“The only bothersome thing is your temper and loose mouth.” The iceling scoffed as he came forward and dragged the man’s hand away from Constynce’s neck. “The longer we talk, the less time we have. Just get her on the ship since I’m certain not even Tryston can swim across the sea. Once we get back to port with the others we can meet up with the lord and see what he’d like to do.” His golden gaze narrowed thoughtfully as he studied Constynce and the third rogue took a step back so that the iceling could grab at her chin instead. There was a bitter cold that radiated from his touch and matched the depths of his golden gaze that seemed so void of light despite their paler coloring. Despite his slim build there was something menacing in his stance that even had the bulkier Oban backing up a step. “He may want some more personal revenge on this particular one for her role in ruining his underling’s work.” He scoffed as he let go of Constynce and allowed the men to grab her again, a cloth was quickly shoved into her mouth as they worked to try to tie her wrists together with rope. The iceling turned on a heel and walked away, his form disappearing around a corner as the goons started to try and drag Constynce up to the ship.
"Maybe if yer real nice we can treat ya to dinner and somethin' else." Taunted one of the rogues as he started to finish his knot on the rope, the Oban grunting with some amusement at the tease. "Yeah, right."
Their amusement was cut short as a yell pierced the air. Swears left their lips as Tryston appeared at the base of the docks, his sword clashing with another rogue’s blade as he started to try and fight his way towards Constynce. His silver gaze was narrowed in fury as he charged forward to try and fight his way towards his companion.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2022 9:43 am
She yanked and pulled, but her captor was of course more aware and prepared for the struggle. Constynce was determined though. Even that brief escape had bolstered her will. She wasn't going down without a fight! She wasn't a mere damsel anymore!
She didn't even realize anyone else was approaching until a hand was around her throat. Her eyes widened as her air was restricted, gaze lifting to give the man a glare. He was an intimidating sight, but she had seen plenty of his ilk. Looked scary but was just a bully, surely. What was that guy saying? Destroy the brother... No! They couldn't still be entertaining that idea! Her cheeks were flushing with heat, working harder to get air while her mind spun through what the Oban had said. The brotherhood was in danger again... and that meant Tryston was in even more danger!
She gasped with relief once her throat was released and blinked the tears from her eyes. Still, she yanked at her arms again to show she wasn't giving in just yet. She had to warn Tryston and make sure he didn't get near the dock. Then an icy hand pulled her face up, and her body froze right along with it. The breath that she had gratefully been refreshing seemed to be pulled from her lungs by the force of the bitter gaze she now looked into. The Oban had been intimidating enough, but this man… one look was enough to realize he was a threat.
The chill lingered after she was released, her body taking a long moment to get back under her own control. What had he even said? Something about a lord and revenge on her? What had she-? ..Quintli. The only useful thing she had accidentally managed during that whole mess. She tugged weakly against the new restraints, realizing her chance to get out had slipped away. So much for not being a damsel anymore... At least she had the energy to aim a glare at the men taunting her.
When she heard the yelling, her heart leapt with relief.. but then quickly sank with fear. Her head snapped around, eyes immediately filling with tears again. Tryston! She shrieked through the cloth and shook her head forcefully, trying to tell him to get away. A pair of arms wrapped around her and yanked her off her feet to get her to the ship.
"Come on, princess. Looks like you’re safe enough from killin’ for now. Lord can’t be too mad if the goods get a little damaged on the way from struggling too much,” the rogue hissed into her ear.
The Oban snorted and rolled his shoulders as he turned to face the oncoming threat.. But paused when he saw another group of men coming from the dock entry. The woman’s scream must have drawn a little more attention than they had thought. “Guards,” he growled.
The iceling snarled sharply. “On the ship! We’re pulling out now!” After a pause, he shoved Constynce at the Oban. "You get her on the ship, and don't let go." Then he spun and ran ahead, leaving Constynce struggling against the powerful arms around her.
The cloth fell free from her mouth with the struggle, and Constynce sucked in a deep breath. She only had this last chance. "Tryston! Get back! They're after-!" A large hand clamped painfully over her mouth again, her chance to warn him vanishing with her voice as she was pulled off her feet.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2022 8:10 pm
Get Back! The words echoed in the air around Tryston, the man’s blade faltering at the warning. What did Constynce mean by that? His silver gaze narrowed in confusion before another trio of rogues came rushing at him. Tryston was shoved back as he was forced to reconsider the situation, his expression a mixture of fury and desperation as he tried to continue forward on the docks despite his opposition. “Get.” He started with one swing, his blade letting out a shrill sound as the cold metal collided with the warm metal of a scimitar. “Back!” He continued swinging in between the rare words that escaped from his lips, the iceling a flurry of movements as he fought to keep his ground. How dare they try to stop him!
It was ridiculous. There were so many of them and it felt like there was constantly a replacement for the last one he fell! Tryston swore to the gods and he felt his heart twist painfully in his chest as he reached the ends of the docks and realized that the ship was already pulling away into the waters. For a second he swore he saw a pair of familiar cold eyes, the man turning from him with a swish of his cloak as if dismissing Tryston from the matter entirely as the ship continued floating away. Just the sight made Tryston’s fingers grip against the hilt of his sword tighter, a rare yell leaving his lips as he slammed into one of the final rogues that tried to hold him back. “CONSTYNCE!” The name left him after the furious yell as he tried to go towards the water before another sword crossed his path.
“Boss said not to let ya go. We’ll get extra pay if we can kill this one!”
Tryston’s silver gaze burned with fury and even the rogues felt forced to take another step backwards as it felt like the very air around them turned into a frozen tundra as the warrior attacked. Even if he did defeat all of these men, where did that leave him? Could he swim across the bay to try and catch up to the ship after this?
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2022 9:22 pm
Not again. They had just found each other, and now they were being pulled apart again... Constynce's vision was blurred with tears as she watched Tryston fighting to get to her. He'd heard her warning; she'd seen the brief falter. 'Please, just get away safely.' The guard rushing up would surely ensure that Tryston would be okay, but as for herself..
The man carrying her spun to run for the ship, and she couldn't see Tryston anymore. She tried in vain to struggle, kicking at the bulky legs and trying to bite the thick fingers over her mouth, but the ship just kept looming closer until the railing passed her by. She feared for herself, but now they were going to use her against Tryston. She was terrified, but deep down, she knew she had to use her time as wisely as possible. She had to use this chance to learn as much as she could about the plans of the crew. If she could learn more, find out who this lord was, if she could somehow get word to the brotherhood so that they weren't at such a disadvantage...
She was held above deck long enough to see the ship separate from the dock, the distance growing. Her stomach and her heart both twisted painfully when she heard her name called. ...Focusing could come later. For now, she went weak in her captor's arms and did her best to wait for the privacy of wherever she would be kept before giving in to the emotions fighting to break free.
The guards rushed forward, pausing only briefly to look around at the clashing group. It looked like one man against many.. so which one was the bad guy? Well, that didn't really matter. They just needed to stop the fighting. "Enough! Break it up there," they bellowed as they charged forward.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2022 9:41 pm
The arrival of the guards meant the retreat of the remaining fighters who didn't want to deal with fighting the iceling or getting imprisoned. Tryston moved forward as if to jump into the water after the ship before a hand closed around his arm. It was hard for him to not swing his blade at the Oban soldier, but Tryston took a deep breath before glancing back at the other man. How dare he try to stop him! He had to go now and catch up to the ship! Constynce was on there and he refused to leave her again, not after everything they had been through! To reunite only to get separated again? What type of spirits were cursing them for such a twisted fate?
"Don't." The dark gaze surprised him and Tryston found himself frowning as he tried to break free. "If there's something wrong then jumping into the water won't save them now. Too many creatures lurking out there and you're already beat up as it is. Let me help you." Tryston's gaze was bright with emotion as he somewhat listened to the warning from the other man, his lips pressed tightly as he realized the soldier had seen some of the earlier encounter or somehow had an idea of what had happened. But logic it seemed would win this round even though Tryston cursed at the gods for separating him from Constynce once more. He had faith that she could stay strong but it didn't make him feel any better to watch as the ship slowly disappeared into the horizon. He would find her and get to the bottom of things...he swore it.
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