November 14, 2017 at 11:30 am #40439
For anyone who knew him, they knew Ichabod was not sentimental. He spoke little of his past, and rarely mentioned his wife and children in the bayou of the Lab. Today was different. The cold air, the uncertainty, and the loss of his mentor. What was the point of all of his work? The Professor could do nothing as he watched the Icy moon crash through the open portal above his home. The tears welled in his eyes as he thought of the last things he said to Pax. He promised he would continue the scholar’s work. But with a heavy heart he knew at this moment he could not keep that promise.
Ichabod bundled his maps, and tucked his tome and a few other books into his backpack. He grabbed a piece of charcoal and scrawled a message on slice of wrinkled parchment. With a single stab of his blade he pierced the paper sticking it to the prominent sign that let people know they were in the necromancer’s shop. He frowned and walked away toward the edge of town.
The parchment simply read:
“Closed”November 14, 2017 at 12:14 pm #40440
(Clarify, This is open, forgot to put it in the title)November 16, 2017 at 5:44 pm #40471
Zircon walked around to ichabod’s shop. After all that had transpired Zircon was desperately looking for those he could trust. As he approached he saw the note pinned to the sign. “Shit!” He exclaimed as he promptly turned and marched away from the town with celerity searching for the necromancer.November 20, 2017 at 3:08 pm #40495
As Ichabod neared the edge of town, where the treaty protected the townsfolk, the once “Gentleman” would cross paths with a familiar warrior. No longer able to hide her ears amongst the mass of blonde curls she had cut moons ago, they stood out showing her elven heritage. Delphie Cu Gohrrim linger in town longer than the rest. If fact the armsman had been known for staying in Freehold rather than return to her home in the icy hills of Fir’ Bolg near the Jotunbrud border. Yet today she stood just before the town border, almost as if contemplating whether or not to step over the line and make a journey home.
Her heart had surely been mangled with the unfortunate turn of events, despite her not showing much emotion since then. Anubisath had fallen but had possibly taken four kingdoms down with him as the icy stars fell on the four capitals. Death and ruin were a given but to what capacity remained unknown. Fir’ Bolg’s capital Muirthemne hadn’t even been able to fully heal from the onslaught of facetakers that overwhelmed the streets moons ago. It would be a miracle if the once proud and lively city had a brick still standing after this. She shiver at the thought of the destruction, clutching her cloak closed. The question arose on where she would go if she left the town. Did she check on the aftermath of the surely buried city or did she head back home to Gohrrim? Part of her wanted to head back to the hills and check on her mother who she had heard nothing from since the beast attacked her clan. She missed her birthplace but a voice inside of her told her to stay away. Apart of her told her she no longer fit in and that her being back home would cause more trouble than it was worth. With the tension between clans and her known interested in training to become a Dyed Woman may not go over well with her clan head. Yet what would be in the broken capital for her? The indecisiveness was clearly on her face as she practically glared out to the path out of town before her.
As Delphie heard footsteps, she quickly took her gaze away from the path and turned around, one of her silver axes ready to be swung. With the recent attempt of planting Spice on her belongs which had the Brotherhood all over her, one could call her a bit more jumpy than usual. The moment she saw it was Ichabod, she lowered her weapon. “Back to the jungle?” She half question have stated as she noticed backpack.
Delphie Cu Gohrrim~ Dyed Woman ~ Fir’ Bolg
Bitch of the BolgNovember 20, 2017 at 4:24 pm #40497
chabod knew that Delphie would never admit it. But She and “the Gentleman” were good friends. He trusted her with his life and battle has forged a bond between them. He mustered a smile as he approached the elf.
He looked at the ground for a second trying to figure out what he should say. He felt as if he was failing MidWorld by giving up on his work for the moment. But he had to know if his family was safe.
Ichabod didn’t respond to Delphie, uncharacteristically he reached out and hugged the armsman. “Take care of yourself girl.”
He let go and continued to walk down the path.November 20, 2017 at 6:56 pm #40501
The man infront of her seemed close to falling to pieces. Even the girl from a clan of war-lusting elves could tell as her comrade came closer. A false smile had been brought onto his face but Delphie could see the lie of the tight turn of the lips. The blonde could see the worry and pain in his eyes. The warrior bet it would only take one more sort of bad news to cause that lie of a smile to fall to the ground and shatter. It was a look many had in town. Many of her friends and war driven aquitences from Freehold bore that same look in their eyes as they hurried out of town, back to their kingdoms to pick up the fallen peices…if they could.
Delphie had been offtaken by the sudden embrace. It wasn’t something The wild elf was accustom to. Her Da had been very particular about removing cottling or emotion out of their training. Such emotions were considered weakness, and weakness was not tolerated in their clan. While kids from other places were tucked into bed and read stories of the North, her father lectured about the various ways of sliting an enemy’s throat based on how much blood spatter you wanted. So the sudden action caught her for suprise and she half pushed him away as she found the action awkward and unknown. With that the shop owning nercomancer told her to take care of herself and began to walk off just like that leaving the witty girl there, even more confused on what to do. She stood there for a moment then looked to the ground her some rocks stood at her feet. Without hesitation she picked one up and threw it towards Ichabod, followed by another. She was no marksman but she was sure one would hit around him, or hit him.
After getting his attention by either the rocks hitting him or near him. She shouted, her hands going to her hips as she spoke. “Hey asshole, I wasn’t done talking.” Her accent thick with her slightly annoyed words thought a smirk rose to her lips. The small elf quickly ran to catch up to him. “Now how the hell am I suppose to do that, you realize to get home it’s by boat right? How the fuck to you expect me to ride on one of those things.?” Delphie argues back. Surely the true reasons on her predicament despite her fear of water were kept to herself but she decided to make small conversation out of it. Hell most of the time she would let most walk off and expect them to be dead within 15 minutes. Yet now, she attempt to even distract the man during his walk at least for a few minutes, kept the worry and sorrow off his mind for moment even if it meant pissing him off or whatever. It was the least she could do.
Delphie Cu Gohrrim~ Dyed Woman ~ Fir’ Bolg
Bitch of the BolgNovember 21, 2017 at 10:37 am #40509
Ichabod was more pale than usual, He was relying more on his graft’s to give him strength. This would cause him to seem less human at points in his life. It was rare that he would give power to the Souless Ghoul within him, but he knew how and when to give it what it needs to get what he needed from them. He focused on calming the whispers in his head could hear pebbles bouncing off of his brown elven cloak.
“So Subtle,” The Professor stopped letting his shoulders relax with a sigh. He turned around toward, “well hop to it you pain in the ass. I could use the company while I walk a bit. We will take a few little known paths to avoid as much water as possible.”
Ichabod’s mood lightened when he saw that the normally cold Bog lady was attempting to help him, in her own strange way. He had knealt to dig through his maps of the little known paths to and from Port Dawson.
“You look lost back there, trying to figure out what to do next?”November 21, 2017 at 3:20 pm #40511
Delphie’s smile grew at Ichabod’s response as he stopped to allow her to catch up to him. The elf of Fir’ Bolg shoving him as she stood next to him. “Oh please, knowing you’re luck there’s a band of thieves around the corner waiting to steal all your shit. My axes could use a workout.” She responded back, sticking her tongue at the remark of avoiding paths with water. In regards to her fear, it was childish though perhaps reasonable. It wasn’t something she always had, merely caused after an incident involving night wisps and resulted in her almost drowning. The elf hated herself for not being able to overcome it. She had attempted, even went into a battle that took place underwater. If anything her fear had gotten worse, and she grew more irritated about it. Most people in Freehold knew of her fear of water. Hell, pretty much everyone knew everything there was to know about the Gohrrim girl. She wasn’t exactly shy or secretive about anything. Sometimes she was too honest for her own good.
“Oh please, be sure to avoid all puddles while you at it.” Dephie rolled her eyes as she watched over the professor’s shoulder as he dug through his bag, pulling out a handful of maps of Midworld. Apparently he wanted to take the whole library of maps with him. Delphie reached over his shoulder and snatched on of the maps from his hands and unrolled nonchalantly. Her green eyes stared hard at the map trying to make out the words as she turned away. “I’m not lost.” She stated as she studied the aged paper in her hands. The warrior by birth had just began to learn how to read. The process frustrated her and half the time she only wanted to learn the curses. Eventunally she would understand the words in books, with lots of practice but for now, the map still looked like a mass of unfamiliar scratch marks of ink.
With a defeated sigh, Delphie tossed the map over her shoulder in Ichabod’s direction. “I’m just not sure where to go from here. I mean clearly Muirthemne’s screwed and who the hell know how the clans will react to that.” The blonde haired elf pulled the hood on her cloak up to protect her ears from the bitter cold as she spoke. Her tone came out annoyed but her real thoughts had been much deeper than that.
Delphie Cu Gohrrim~ Dyed Woman ~ Fir’ Bolg
Bitch of the BolgNovember 24, 2017 at 7:46 am #40516
Zircon scoured his normal routes to no avail. The necromancer had eluded him for the time being. His march took him back too the forge, there was much work to do.
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