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He waved his hand. "No need to bend tongues, I can speak human just fine." He then bowed in kind and passed them a small amulet he had in his pocket, a symbol of Solia, before he raised his tail to show off an ornate bangle wrapped around it, the symbol of monster-kind and dedicated to Echidna.

"I am known well around these parts. So shall we get together for a common goal?" he hissed gently, feeling that even if they didn't need a new travelling companion out of this sun baked venue, there was at least some tail to be had here. At the very least the succubus would make for good company.

(Very nice map MM! I might have to borrow Suncrest for the world I'm trying to build around this UDT/Springfog setting. ^^ It would certainly be at home in all the mountain ranges I got showing up.)

(I feel left out of this Monster Hunter circle, lol xD I just know its a game.)

Vor'dra cocks an eyebrow as she glances over her shoulder at Eric. "Something tells me that would get me in trouble around these parts but..." She turns her gaze back towards Narranj'o, clearly eyeballing his physical form. "...he peeks my interest so I will trade you a favor for a favor." The succubus smiles and gives Narranj'o a friendly wave from the sidelines.

Wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead, Roxanne stood alongside Cassius casually rubbing her swollen middle as they got to know the strange lizard-kin that had stumbled upon their hiding place.

((It's basically exactly what it sounds like: you take up the role of a powerful Hunter, and join up with a guild that gives you bounties to take down epic monsters!))

The all-too-obvious advances Narranj'o made toward Vor'dra were a bit painful to watch, though Cassius imagined a succubus wouldn't be very picky in who it bedded...and he'd nearly forgotten Vor'dra was indeed a creature with no soul, incapable of genuine feelings for anyone. Cassius included, apparently. The sting was brief, but potent.
Pressing himself back into rational thought with some effort, Cassius held up a hand.
"Beg pardon, Narranj'o, but friendly as you seem...surely you can't be suggesting we allow one of our band to be alone with a stranger? Especially not when we are all in a very delicate situation." he took a glance at Vor'dra's gravid baby bump. "In more ways than one."

(Sounds like a cool game, but I'm a PC gamer and to my knowledge that is/was a console game series)

(Love how Vor'dra has made a love triangle out of the two charming-rogue types in our group within mins of them all meeting lol. Which is understandable given that she is a succubus and thats what she does best...)

Even though she wore very little beneath the ratty cloak she'd borrowed from their undead companion Brillux, Vor'dra managed to seductively remove the stolen piece of clothing and replace it with new one Narranj'o had just presented her with. "Thank you..." Vor'dra said, making a show of her bountiful breasts and swollen middle for Narranj'o and Cassius as she adjusted the cloak's clasp about her shoulder. "Hopefully I won't need this for long..." She added as a cloak once again hid her fertile curves from view with its embrace.

Rolling her eyes at Vor'dra overly sexulized nature, Roxanne intercepted Narranj'o's path. "As much as we would love to wander about the city taking in the sights, we are not here as tourists but with a mission in mind." Roxanne explained. "Could we perhaps persuade you into showing us where we might find..." The warlock paused as she tried to remember his name. "...That one's brother." She added, pointing towards Cassius.

"Oh, I don't think we'll have to worry about finding my Brother. I'm certain he already knows I'm here." Cassius made a gesture toward the highest tier of the city in the distance, where an extravagant temple gleamed in the sunlight. "Besides, if I know him...he'll be sitting right on top of his cake while he eats it, too."

A muffled scream echoed down through the alley.
Not a moment later, the third-story window of a nearby building shattered outward as a figure crashed through it. They landed on an old awning across the way, and though it quickly gave way beneath their weight it was enough to break the worst of the fall. The figure fell on top of a pile of old rugs beneath the awning and then slid to the dirt of the alley with a huff.
She stood, above average height for a human female at just over six foot tall, but her midnight black skin and the tufts of white hair peaking out from under her hood betrayed anything human about her...which is what she was apparently trying to convey, at least from a distance. Her arms and legs were covered by pale gloves and stockings, and a porcelain mask of Solia hung about her neck by a leather strap; a crude disguise of some sort. Her robes were those of the Suncrest common folk, although her awkward journey down from the window had left them stained with dust and mud. Her gleaming amethyst eyes darted around before noticing the group of friends standing by their caravan.
"You there! Please! If you have any decency about you, help me!" she croaked, jogging a few steps in their direction.
As if awaiting the perfect moment for an entrance, that which she needed help from followed her out from the window above: four of the city guard, clad in the silvery armor of their station, leapt down and landed heavily in the alley below. On their heels, a much larger soldier landed with grace unfit for someone of his size, his golden armor gleaming even in the indirect light of the area. His helm resembled a bear, and an authoritative voice rang out from beneath it.
"Heathen! You cannot escape! Surrender, and mayhap Solia will be merciful when you burn with her fury!"
"Yeah, right! That sounds great!" the dark she-elf retorted with a sneer, "You might want to change your selling point; 'Merciful' and 'burn with her fury' don't seem like they belong in the same statement!"
"Your kind are born of the dark, and so must they be purged by the light of our Goddess! However those that recant and give themselves to her willingly may meet a much swifter end when their spirits are cleansed under her fiery gaze." the golden-armored soldier said with conviction.
"You're a fanatic. The lot of you are! He's using the sun to blind you all!" the Drow said.
She walked backwards a few steps until she had her back to the carriage. Looking over her shoulder, she spoke low enough that only those outside it would hear her, not daring to take her eyes away from the guards.
"I'm sorry to drag you into this, truly. I'm sure you're good folk. But you see what I'm up against, and I won't be able to run forever..."
Cassius had been watching the scene with growing interest...and nausea; he could sense something of his Brother all over the situation, and it left a sour taste in his mouth. It wasn't long before he felt heat creeping up his spine, an anger he'd long-since forgotten threatening to take hold of his senses. With a deep breath and a sigh he maintained and drew his blade, taking up a position between the dark elf and her pursuers.
"How could I refuse such a pretty face?" he remarked aside to her, loud enough for the soldiers to hear him as well. "Certainly more fair than the one on the mask you wear. Perhaps these gentlemen would be kind enough to take it off your hands and stow it where the sun doesn't shine. A lack of light can make any woman more appealing."
"Heresy! You would mock our Goddess and defend this creature of darkness in the same breath?!" the leader of the guards took a step forward. He didn't draw a weapon like the swords of his subordinates, instead he squared his shoulders and let out a sound that could only be described as a roar. His armor began to glow with heat, orange overall but white-hot around his hands. "I will see to it that it is your last!"
He was upon the group faster than a blink, one of his hands around the throats of both the dark elf and Cassius. He raised them from the ground as everything burned where his gauntlets touched, an audible sizzle preceding the smell of burning flesh.
The girl screamed much as she had before. Cassius crowed out some gibberish...and a storm cloud formed over the section of the alley that they were in. What with his magic being heavily-influenced by chaos, it was unclear whether that was his actual intention or not. Regardless it began to rain, a drizzle that slowly became a downpour. Unfortunately it did little to stop the large soldier, most of the droplets turning to steam before they even touched him. The other four soldiers were slowed at least, now having to more carefully navigate the quickly-thickening mud beneath the weight of their armor.
A bolt of raw lightning suddenly struck out of the cloud, blasting the lead soldier fully in the back. It was gone in a flash, but it stunned the large man and allowed Cassius to wriggle free. He grabbed the Drow girl as he fell and she came down with him. Once they were clear, Cassius grabbed the woman by the shoulders and pulled her around the corner of the carriage, putting it between them and the soldiers. It wouldn't be much of a deterrent in the long run, but at least it would give them a chance to breathe.
The bear-helmed soldier shook himself and regained his composure, bellowing out in frustration, his armor glowing even hotter. By then the rest of his fellows had reached the carriage, and they raised their swords to attack the rest of the group.


((Woo! Comin' back with a vengeance!
I want a good, clean dirty fight! Let's get it on!!!))

Narranj'o's pupils contracted into slits as he felt the overbearing heatwave washing over him and gave out a wicked hiss in warning as his blood began to boil. The sudden gout of rain cooled him off enough to bring him back from the brink, but he was still plenty hot and bothered by the presence of these guards. It was bad enough that they prevented him from exploring the upper rings of the city, but now they were trying to drive him away from this small territory he could call home in an unforgiving wasteland? He had enough with the formalities and toeing the line of a culture that ostracized his own; he was fighting back this time, Echidna-damn it. He drew a dagger from a concealed loop in his cloak and took advantage of the quagmire below his feet to dart around the combatants and find a strategic point to strike one of the lackeys, as the sahuagin could tell that the captain was far out of his league. With nary a squelch to give away his position, he took aim at an opening in a guardsman's armor and lunged forward for a strike.

"When it rains, it pours trouble. Are we ever going to catch a break again?" Groaned Eric before picking up his lance from the coach seat and readied himself for another battle. It was these kinds of fight (along with the company he was keeping currently) that made him uncertain as to what side he was still on anymore. He would have to discuss these favors with Vor'dra another time...

He scratches his head and turns to the Drow woman's assailants. "I know we may not look it. But for your own good, leave this woman be and we won't have to harm you or worse."

Well, he tried to delegate, but Cassius decided to act first and talk later. Was everyone liked this? With a sigh, he dashed along side Firin, aiding her in their fight.

"You all got this, right?" Asked Bela, this heat was the worse. She didn't want to get all sweaty fighting. Who knows when she'll get another proper bather on this escapade.