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Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Jul 18, 2018 7:41:48 GMT -5
 | | It had been as any other day. Ivalice was bustling with traders from across the kingdom. While peace and prosperity flourished it was only on the broken backs of the indentured servants, blackmailed couriers, and overworked labourers that such was possible. It as no fault of the monarchs, who had naught but rats under their council. They fed on the rich fat earned by the citizens, the treasury lining their pockets. Laws were passed for the sake of the safety of her citizens yet there were those who sought to twist the laws to their desires. Twist the innocent and good for their own gain. Even those with nothing were not safe. Even in Low Town people always had something to barter with. In this case it was the safety of those one cared for most. The courier arrived with a missive. Though the Moogle Carrier was hardly ominous the way in which the letter was sealed carried a sense of dread. The nameless signature was curled in ink with the grossest of intents.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 19, 2018 9:11:51 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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The Archdaemon’s head rested lazily against the bulkhead, his right hand firmly pressed against the porous stone. All the meanwhile, his dusky jade eyes softly drifted shut as the borderline scalding water cascaded down over his silhouette – thank Altima from whom had discovered magicites’ extensive practical utilizations. For a period, Dieter remained motionless, unmoving apart from the gradually fall of his shoulder as the muscular tension melted away. After a particularly deep breathe, Dieter’s eyes fluttered opened, starring dejectedly downwards as he’d watched the encrusted grime, dried blood, and other manners of filth from their most recent hunt were washed away. An irate sigh slipped from between his lips as he’d recalled how difficult the trek through the Giza Plains had been during the wet season.
In his opinion, it wouldn’t have been nearly as bad if it weren’t for the ever-looming threat of ambushes, both from the rapid currents’ depths and the thick brush. The Dark Knight felt his eye twitch as he’d mentally recalled several unwelcomed ambushes from several different species of amphibious creatures, an unexpected Water Elemental, and lastly the target of their hunt, a rampaging Adamantoise Tortoise. The latter wouldn’t have been terrible, if it weren’t for the fact that despite its’ staggering size, formidable defenses, and bone shattering might, no, it just had to be surprisingly nimble if it managed to escape into the water. If it weren’t for that last little tidbit, no doubt, they would have completed their mission in a singular day, verses the five that it had taken to subjugate the beast.
Brushing such irksome thoughts aside, Dieter took a moment to reflect upon the past few weeks – each of which had been memorable for a number of reasons. Helios’ Ambitions ranks had grown, they’d welcomed a handful of diverse induvial into their midst. First, there had been Cassialyn, a dancer on the run from her ex-fiancée. Then came, Ivonne, a Dark Knight that Dieter had saved from certain demise, but unfortunately stranded her from her own world. The third addition came as a surprise, a Dragoon Templar named Juris, whom Dieter had only permitted after an extensive review of the man’s background. Lastly, there was a foul-mouthed Taru-Taru Blue Mage whom went by Ciru-Ajiru. Unfortunately, each had single-handled discovered a way to grate his nerves, some days, each day seemed like a different circle of Hell.
But at the same time, Dieter had come to cherish each one, Ivonne had repaired his blade, Ciru-Ajiru proved to be capable of diffusing almost any tense situation, Juris proved to be a competent fighter, and most importantly there was Cassialyn. She was inherently different from most, her feisty temperament, unyielding resolve to grow stronger, and her tenderness for the Orphans – it had earned her a spot within his heart. A few minutes later, Dieter reached up to touch the magicite crystal, ceasing the flow of water as he’d soaped up, detangled his platinum blonde tresses, ran a boar-bristled brush through it until his scalp felt raw and he was certain there was no more dried blood. Once he was satisfied, he turned the water back on, however, this time it was frigid and helped him refocus. A few minutes later, Dieter had a cloth towel draped around his neck, a loose fitting white blouse and linen shorts that went down to the middle of his thigh – he hardly looked the part of a ferocious warrior.
Without a care in the world, Dieter padded through the Clan Hall making his way towards the centralized lobby. To his surprise, Dieter saw a moogle courier slowly approaching? Had their clientell sent their payment via Courier instead of coming to the Hall directly?
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Post by Ramza Beoulve on Jul 21, 2018 19:19:37 GMT -5
Location: Ivalice - Past (XII) Mood: Concerned Status: Well
Ramza was finally back to Ivalice, but it wasn't his Ivalice. It took a while for the Knight to gather his bearings in this large universe. Never could he had imagined that so many places existed out there, that his world was not the only place in existance, the center of creation. He was extremely relieved when, after a long time searching, he heard rumors about Ivalice's existance.
Disappointment waited him back in his home. Apparently Ramza wasn't dragged merely through space after defeating Atma, but also through time. His chances of ever going back to his home seemed slimmer by the minute. Although would that really be such an ill fate? His home had no love left for him; branded as a heretic and enemy of the church, he would have to live in hiding and fear.
Perhaps it would be best to try his luck in this new Universe he found himself in.
Besides, he still needed to find Alma. That was priority number one, much more than going home. If Atma's blast send him here, she would surely have been through the same fate... Right?
He refused to face the possibility of being truly alone. He needed something, some sliver of hope to pursue.
He had spent the last days gathering information about this strange Ivalice. The more he learned, the clearer the picture became: He was in the past, before even Ajora, in what was known in the history books as "the age of technology".
As soon as he realized this was not his home, he wanted to leave the world. However, traveling between worlds isn't easy. Few people had the vessels necessary to travel between the worlds - the so called "Gummi Ships", though they sailed in nothing. Ramza would need to find someone with one of those in this Ivalice before going away, and that could take some time. Either that, or finding some portal, which seemed to appear randomly among the worlds. Regardless, leaving the world was not under Ramza's control, and he needed to eat and afford a ceiling over his head until then.
As such, he returned to the mercenary life, the only activity he had experience. Fortunately, work was abundant in this Ivalice of ages past, far more than in his own time. This was a time before oppressive nobilities and church control. And there was much work for those willing to lift a blade; most of it was monster hunting, which had even an organized association dedicated to it. But, naturally, Ramza also did jobs of protection, investigation, and even took part in a military skirmish.
This, however, was his first rescue job. A client, a man named Drake, claimed his wife had been kidnapped and was being kept prisoner against her will by a demon hiding in plain sight, a foul creature that looks human and acts human, but most definetly is not part of God's creation. The client was delighted upon learning that Ramza had much experience fighting Demons. In fact, after so many months of squaring off against those "heartless" things in other worlds, Ramza was relieved of having a more familiar foe.
According to the client, his wife is under a spell from the Demon. She had lost her memory, and could be deluded into thinking the demon was an ally, friend or even lover. As such, she could - and probably would - present resistance. Drake authorized him to use force against the woman if necessary, for her own good, but that was absolutely out of the question. Ramza would never raise his blade against the innocent, and even less so against a damsel. He would have to find a way of doing this without putting her in harm. Killing the demon was quick as possible seemed to be the best bet. There was a chance the spell would disappear with the downfall of the creature.
Naturally, tracking a human-looking demon would be almost impossible, but the client knew what name he went by: Dieter, and where he lived. Apparently, the demon ran an orphanage as a facade. That made Ramza sick - God knows what he had in mind for the poor children. Ramza would save them. Knowing what to do with them would be harder; he couldn't simply abandon them after exposing the demon. They were orphans, wouldn't survive by themselves.
Well, one hurdle at a time. For now, he needed to focus on killing the Demon.
He headed for the orphanage, and found a safe and hidden place to stalk it amidst the bushes. He wanted to watch the Demon's routine. Hopefully he would leave the Orphanage unnatented at some moment. Ramza would only need a minute.
If not (And Ramza suspected he wouldn't), he would be forced to step up and take the Demon down. Ramza absolutely hated ambushes, but against a Demon, he might make an exception.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2018 2:26:31 GMT -5
Drake Vi Hulbert was a forcefully rapacious man, even by Blaise own generous standards. An acquaintance by way of another acquaintance, Drake had ambition and riches to spare. It was the later these that’d brought upon a sudden surge of sympathy for deprivations of a fellow nobleborn. Blaise had heard of the sordid tale of Cassialyn Frewin’s scandalous departure from Archadian high society already. Mother’s tirade of pearl-clutching on the matter had been glorious and terrifying to be behold. That Sir Hulbert’s young wife apparently found dancing for the entertainment and mercenaries of monsters preferable to the lord’s company was unsurprising to Blaise after having the dubious pleasure of meeting the man in person. What had been unexpected however, was the claim that Cassialyn had apparently been enthralled by a demon. Blaise was dubious at first. Drake was far from the first estranged spouse who blamed an alluring incubus or succubi for their marital misfortune. It was far more likely that Cassialyn had become enamored by this wandering swordsman’s exotic allure, succumbing to girlish fantasies and an understandable desire for a romance deeper then becoming just another piece in Drake’s exquisite art collection. Yet, Sir Hulbert’s almost feverish insistence on this demon notion was unnerving. Some of the evidence presented was eye-roll inducingly circumstantial, but other anecdotes were just strong enough to lead Blaise to grudgingly consult tomes of demonology and even less savory grimoires. The clues led to a seemingly fantastical conclusion. An Archaeodaemon existing incognito on the material plane? Unlikely was an understatement. But what if it was true? What powers could such a creature add to his Blue Magic. If Blaise managed to syphon the daemon before delivering it to the Inquisitors, wouldn’t his rise to prominence in the circles of the Azure Arts be assured? Even if it was a narrow chance, wasn’t getting paid to gain magicks from the Age of Myth a favorable enough deal? Thus Blaise found himself waiting with a motley crew in Drake’s employ for this ‘Dieter Wolfram’ and Lady Frewin to arrive at the designated meeting place. The children however…that hadn’t been part of the deal… Blaise de Beaulieu’s sense of honor could fill a teacup without threatening to spill, but using these children as leverage? Looking into those small scared faces, the mercenary mage felt unclean, like a muggy noxious grime coated his skin. His brother Antoine’s stern sermons about the torments Shemhazai inflicted upon sinners in the underworld came to mind with uncomfortable clarity. Surely it wouldn’t come to that though? Once Cassialyn was convinced of the situation’s gravity, made aware of her paramour’s true identity, this farce would end? Certainly, Blaise convinced himself, looking around the meeting place Drake’s blackmail letter had designated. So lost was the young man in rationalization that a delicate hand on his wrist elicited a startled yelp. Drake’s thugs moved to grasp the child’s shoulders, warning that the girl was mage, but Blaise waved them off. Seeing bindings bite in lines of spreading bruises into the kid’s arms and the daggers on guard’s belts already brought on a low nausea. Wait how much was he being paid again? It was generous, extravagant even, but was it enough? What price was high enough for this, his Heart whispered back. A girl, seemingly in her early teens, hoarsely asked what was happening. Two sets of large blue eyes looked into one another for a long time, caught in that mutual nakedness that comes when two souls glimpse an oncoming event horizon but feel helpless to escape its pull. Blaise was the one to swallow and look away.
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Jul 25, 2018 9:02:25 GMT -5
 * Cassialyn was thriving in her new environment. The young dancer finally had a place that she felt at peace in. After Dieter's rescue, Drake had not made any new attempts on her freedom. It seemed that Dieter had made the clan's strength quite clear to her ex-fiance. This meant that she could finally stay with a clan permanently instead of being the vagrant that she'd played the role of the last few years. The feeling of belonging to a greater good brought her so much joy. Helios Ambition had a very good name in the town and people looked to them for help. Dieter headed caring for the orphans in Low Town, a job that she had grown quite fond in aiding him with. In return, Dieter had been teaching her other forms of self defense. This training prompting her to adopt a new weapon and learn a few new tricks. It certainly helped on trips with the orphans to teach them self defense as well, a few of the kids taking interest in dancing. It was nice to have that sense of purpose. The last thing that she expected was for Drake to begin ruining her life once more. Especially not involving the orphans. Letting her guard down had been a huge mistake. Cass had no idea that she had likely been followed there and that it was probably a huge weakness for Dieter. He cared so deeply for those children just like she cared about him. Just thinking about the man made her cheek flush a deep red. Their date had answered a lot of questions she had about his past and possibly a few doors as well. She'd grown quite infatuated with Dieter over the time she'd spent in the clan and in his care. After all, she did owe him her freedom. Had they not arrived that day, she would have surely been carted back to her hometown and forced to marry someone she didn't love. She just didn't realized how bad things were about to get. Cass had no idea that Dieter was one of the beings that she feared the most. Being a religious family and part of the church, they had it fed to them that Archdaemon's were the purest of all evil. The woman had no idea that the church was corrupt and that her beliefs were all about to come into question. The young woman hummed to herself as she situated herself in her bedroom. Ivonne had taken off which gave her some alone time once more. It was such a relief to have it to herself once more. Once her hair was brushed and she felt presentable, she made her way down the steps to the main hall. She would talk to the mean Nu Mou at the front before heading out to do some training. But, she paused when she spotted Dieter. A bright smile spreading across her face as she waved. The moogle having Dieter's main focus. It was odd to see a moogle carrying mail as she shift over to stop near Dieter, her body weight shifting from her heel up to the balls of her feet. Her hands clasped behind her back as she watched the man collect the letter. "We don't usually get letters. Right?"
The bangaa couldn't help but shake his head and smirk a bit at the lies that left Drake's lips. This had earned the lizard a nasty look from Drake. The bangaa didn't believe Drake's story about Dieter being a demon. Yes, he certainly fought with the furacity of a demon and had the skills of a Dark Knight. But, if he was a demon he'd of ripped the clan apart and not let any of them escape. Drake probably made up the lie out of fear of Dieter. Dhrizuk, the bangaa monk, had been in charge of the initial confrontation between Drake and Cassialyn, but had failed when it became obvious their mission had become a failure. He'd passed off the mission gil back and left with his injured clansman. Sadly, the clan had mostly split off, leaving only himself. He normally wouldn't have taken this job with Drake. However, after clashing with the Dark Knight the last time, he was itching for a rematch. The two were well matched had it not been for his weaker clansman and Dieter's backup. Drake was not the most skilled Knight, but he certainly had the charisma that convinced people to back him up. Kidnapping children wasn't necessarily crossing a line for him, but it wasn't something he enjoyed. They got whiny and cried and it bothered his poor ears more than most humes. "Kek... Humesss.....Stop wasting your time talking to it. Let'sss get moving before the Dark Knight arrivess and we're not prepared." The bangaa directed as he got the door for Blaise. Honestly, Drake had done a decent job of handpicking the help this time. There was a nice balance. "That, or the "lord" will drag on about our time frame getting messsy." He mocked as he worked to help Blaise, leaving Ramza to spy on the place. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 26, 2018 4:36:09 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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A soft smiled played at the Dark Knight’s lips, his eyes drifting softly shut as he’d picked up the distinct feather-light padding of Cassialyn’s feet – detecting long before the Dancer had bothered to announce her presence. When had he committed such a trivial, minute detail to memory? Subconsciously, he questioned this, despite having done so for nearly the entire of Helios’ Ambition core members – possibly out of a necessity to avoid select members whom only caused him undue suffering. His head craned in her direction, his lackluster jade eyes lingering upon her figure, drinking in its’ beauty. His mirthful smile grew a fraction of an inch wider before he’d gave a dismissive shake of his head.
“No, normally our clientele prefers to conduct business face to face, its’ far more professional and less-likely for the message to be intercepted.”
Dieter replied as he’d knelt downwards to equalize the difference in his and courier’s height. Midway down, Dieter’s eyes narrowed, his pupils threatening to contract in a serpentine fashion as he’d caught whiff of a familiar scent, one that he’d silently dreaded for the past handful of weeks – it’d smelt of Drake. His shoulders visibly tensed, one could hear the faintly audible gulp as he’d swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. Why was he so anxious? Drake was nothing more than an insignificant bug, one that he could crush with ease if he so desired. Dieter gave a curt shake of his head, his one hand clenching hard enough to leave a series of crescent-moon shaped imprints – the welcomed pain aiding in steeling his nerves.
“Thank you,”
Dieter said with a polite smile as he’d taken possession of the letter. He’d slowly rose to his feet and made his way over to Nils’ desk, retrieving an ornate letter open. A quick roll of his wrist was enough to break the wax seal. He took a singular breathe in as he’d placed the blade back down on the counter and began to unfold the letter to read its’ content. The Dark Knight’s entire demeanor changed in what felt like an instance, where that had once been a peace-loving caretaker, now stood a vengeful god – one who’s anger wouldn’t be abated until his bloodlust was quenched.
Dieter’s grip around the letter tightened, crumpling its’ edges before his fist landed harshly on Nils’ desk, one could hear the wood creaking beneath his might.
“Drake… he’s holding Mila ransom…. He desires a meeting between you and I.”
Dieter had spared Cassialyn, a handful of the details, to include the way that Drake openly called him a Daemon – a blight upon Ivalice’s expanses. Not to mention, there were thinly veiled threats that if they failed to meet by sunset, arrived with more than themselves, or tipped off anyone else that Mila’s life was forfeit.
“… I will feed him his heart.”
Dieter roared with such aggression that Nils flinched backwards, uncertain of what to make of the drastic shift in Dieter’s personality. How dare Drake tread into his carefully construction sanctuary, endanger his beloved children, and to taint his attempt at redemption.
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Post by Ramza Beoulve on Jul 26, 2018 18:27:51 GMT -5
Location: Ivalice - Past (XII) Mood: Concerned Status: Well
Ramza continued to wait as he watched the courier deliver a message into the Demon's home. Ramza was not entirely aware of the client's plan; the Knight of Ivalice had been told that Drake would find a way to lure the Demon out of his home into a designated spot. There, Ramza would have backup in engaging the Demon and taking him down, as well as safely rescuing Lady Cassialyn. Who that help was, Ramza didn't know, or particularly care; he did not wish to become friends with mercenaries. Not since Gaffgarion. Ramza's part in the plan was to take the Demon from behind as he was busy fighting the other hired blades. Taking the path of cowards and backstabbing someone did not please the Beoulve heir. Memories of his Squire days, and of his father's lessons, flashed in his mind. He was thought to fight with honor, to uphold the knightly values that the Beoulve name carries, and above everything, to be fair.
But there were no Beoulves in this estranged Ivalice. And neither were there any Beoulves in his own homeworld, either.
Ramza took comfort in the fact that the enemy was a demon. Little did he know, that he walked amongst demons himself.
From within the house, Ramza heard a roar, anger and anguish made manifest. He supposed it was the Demon. Was the letter the bait that Drake had promised? Whatever it was, it had certainly made him angry. The Beoulve waited for the creature to leave his lair, making his best effort to remain hidden. Ramza would trail them discretely when he left the house, in order to be in position when the time came. A stroke of destiny, or perhaps a good intuition on Drake's end, had put Ramza in this role, instead of in the main group. Soon, however, the Knight of Ivalice would learn the truth.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 22:16:14 GMT -5
The bangaa’s sibilant voice broke Blaise from his spiraling contemplation. Distracted from that quiet voice within, the mage chastised himself for getting so melancholic next to Dhrizuk's admirable pragmatism. “Yes you’re quite right of course,” acknowledged Blaise emphatically as he brought his thoughts back to business. “Thank you sir,” Blaise went through the offered door and smirked as the monastic pointed out the lecture tarrying would earn then. “Indeed let’s hurry and avoid his belaboring.” Due haste was made as Blaise disciplined his errant sentiments. The ideal scenario was that Drake would send the demon a letter would incense the creature to blind rage. Something about this orphanage was incredibly important to ‘Dieter’. Though now that he thought about it more, the notion of a demon feeling any sentimental attachment to these children was ludicrous. Then it hit him. Of course, how could he be so soft-headed! They were simply threatening the creature’s food source, a bluff nothing more. Really, weren’t they just saving these children from a horrific death in a demon’s maw? They were rescuers and demon-slayers! (paid ones too, the best kind!) All that nonsense he was feeling earlier was simply pre-contract jitters! Standard procedure really, a marauding monster was preying upon townsfolk and they were…very very aggressively evacuating them. Sure there’d maybe a sham threat or two thrown in there, but really, wasn’t it just for Cassialyn and the children’s own good? Right? Quite right! The mercenary mage, having properly assuaged cognitive dissonance through lulling self-deception, let his mind return to the rest of the plan as he understood it. Apparently Dhrizuk and himself were not the only mercenaries of note hired by Drake. A knight was going to be tracking the monster and bring up the flank. Brave fellow, let's hope his birth-stars were lucky ones! If not? Well, a two way split was always easier arithmetic... A feint, a pincer move, and two brawny toughs buffering Blaise’s soft very stabable body from the monster's unpleasant claws, truly Drake was a strategist he could admire! Ramza Beoulve Dieter Wolfram Cassialyn Frewin 1) Haste is made with preparations and getting into position |
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Jul 27, 2018 9:32:09 GMT -5
* "Yeah, that's what I thought too..." She half replied as she watched Dieter accept the letter. It was really weird in her opinion. Not the seeing a moogle delivering mail, but seeing it delivered here. But, maybe it was a simple thank you or something. The dancer really wouldn't know all that much. Though, from Dieter's expression, it seemed like he was expecting the worst. She had no idea that Dieter could smell Drake on it. So, Cass honestly didn't understand why he seemed so high strung about it. What really could be that bad that they'd write to the clan. Right? Wrong. As soon as the letter was opened and Dieter's eyes read the first few worlds, she felt the air in the room change. Dieter was furious. Honestly? She hadn't seen him like this outside that first time when he had come to her aid. It frightened her. But, she cared about him. It wasn't enough to send her running. Yet, she wasn't sure she felt comfortable enough to attempt to comfort him. It wasn't until he spoke Drake's name that she realized how serious this letter was. Cass felt sick to her stomach. This was her fault. She'd brought Drake here. She was the entire reason this had happened. Mila's life was in danger because of her. Cass was overcome with worry. She'd happily turn herself over it if gave Mila back her freedom and life. She wouldn't risk an innocent child for her own freedom. Nor would she risk Dieter's life. It was likely an ambush. Drake wasn't stupid enough to go alone against Dieter and herself. Though, he had made it obvious he didn't want the rest of the clan there. That's when Dieter practically snapped. He slammed his fist down on the desk and growled his threat to Drake's life. His action caused Cass to visibly flinch like Nils had. Cass had only seen him get aggressive like this when he cut off that knight's arm the day he rescued her only followed by the time in the sewers where he saved her from an attack. That aggression really did frighten her. It took her a few moments before she gained the courage to approach him and touch his upper arm to try and calm him a bit. "It'll be okay. We'll get her back safe...Where does he want us to meet... Let's go there now."She, thankfully, already had her weapons at her side. She would happily turn herself over to Drake if it kept Dieter and Mila from harm. She never expected Drake to go as far as threatening a child for her. Cass quickly moved to the door of the clan to start outside. She was worried sick thinking the girl was already injured thanks to her.
"Yeah...anytime..."Dhrizuk rolled his eyes at the blue mage calling him 'sir'. The bangaa was far from a sir and it wasn't something he was used to hearing. It was flattering, but still slightly annoying. It seemed unnecessary. All Dhrizuk wanted to do was have his one on one with Dieter again. The man really was a good fighter and he was more than willing to have another go. The terms could have been better, but at least he'd have another chance without risking his clan mates well being. He didn't care what happened to these mercs. Honestly, he was more surprised Drake hired him back after handing him off to Dieter during the first encounter. He doubted that Drake forgot that quickly. That, or he expected Dieter would kill him. That was highly possible. The monk smirked a bit at the comment that left Blaise's lips. At least the kid had a sense of humor. It was more fun to mock their 'employer' than he cared to admit. It wasn't long till they got themselves to the meeting point, Drake pleased they'd managed to get there without any issues. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 27, 2018 17:46:50 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Cassialyn’s feather-light touch upon the Dark Knght’s quivering upper arm snapped him from his momentary enraged state of mind. Dieter’s clenched fist relaxed, it’d revealed several crescent-moon shaped indentations, some dangerously close to splitting the skin open. Dieter’s shoulders visibly sagged, clearly disheartened, his gaze drifting from the letter towards Cassialyn – where it lingered for a time. Certainly, there was still a raging fire within their murky jade depths, however, beside it was a certain softness – a tenderness rarely seen beyond children’s picture books. Dieter’s right hand began to move from his side, trembling with uncertain as he’d reached up to brush a misplaced strand of Cassialyn’s hair and tuck it behind her ear – gauging her reaction carefully with the full intention to stop if she’d flinched away.
A part of him wondered, despite her brave front, was her fear of being abandoned and returned to Drake gnawing away at her silently. Unfortunately, Dieter had no intention of partaking in a trade, genuinely convinced that Drake wasn’t trustworthy enough nor naïve enough to believe returning Mila would rectify this situation. No, Drake’s misconduct would cost him far more dearly than the sniveling coward fathomed. When Cassialyn went to turn and make her way towards the Clan Hall entrance, Dieter’s hand fell to her wrist, grasping it tenderly as he’d attempted to meet her gaze.
“I promise you, no matter what, both you and Mila will be coming home…”
Dieter stated adamantly before he’d let her slip away from him. Without any further words, he’d ascended the stairs heading towards his room to retrieve Ivonne’s crafted-mastered piece. When his hand touched the hilt of the blade, a soft whisper met his ear. The quiet voice was gruff, ancient, it’d spoke of a ravenous hunger, desiring another soul to accompany it in its’ eternal damnation. The source of the voice momentarily manifested itself, a detached chattering skull. Dieter’s spare hand shot outwards and encased the entirety of its’ occipital region, forcibly dismissing it, forcing it back into a momentary slumber within his weapon – its’ binding point.
In less than three minutes, Dieter had holstered his cumbersome blade to his back and proceeded to Cassialyn’s direction. When he was by her side he’d finally briefed her on where they were meeting.
“The Wyrm’s Nest – in the Dalmascan Westersand.”
Dieter replied, it wasn’t that far beyond Rabanastre’s gates, however, many refused to go towards it due to rumors of incredibly strong beasts that often stalked the region.
PLAN FOR ENGAGEMENT NEXT ROUND
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Post by Ramza Beoulve on Jul 30, 2018 17:38:22 GMT -5
Location: Ivalice - Past (XII) Mood: Concerned Status: Well Time stretched as Ramza waited for the Demon to leave his lair. The place, from what he gathered, was one of the many hunting clans that were common in this Ivalice of old, organizations made to slay beasts for the good of the people (and profit, naturally). 'Twas an odd place to hide, even moreso to conduct the fiendish activities the demon was accused of. Were all of the clan's members demons? Or were they doing his bidding somehow? Or was the fiend so proficient at hiding in plain sight that he managed to bring a kidnapped woman into the place without raising suspicions?
Ramza was starting to wish he had spent more time researching this case. Unfortunately, he was hired in a hurry. Regardless, he continued to wait, making sure to not be seen. Ramza was not a specialist in tailing people, but he knew the meeting place and could afford to lose sight of the targets, if needed be. He would follow them at a considerable distance, doing his best to mix with the lively crowd of the city and hide in corners as much as possible. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 5:20:42 GMT -5
Rebanastre was about as far from the home as Blaise could’ve gotten and still remained on the same plane of existence. His homeland, Fovoham, lay far to the Northwest. Frigid wings howling from the the Rhana Strait made the cold plains of Fovoham unforgiving and far from a premier tourist destination, but it was home nevertheless. Ancient walled fortress-cities with darkened streets and lonely windmills standing vigil on the gale-swept bluffs were most pilgrim’s lingering impressions of chilly crime-ridden Fovoham. A far cry from the relentless dry heat of Dalmasca no? The rocky deserts surrounding the azure Domes and regal minarets of sprawling Rabanastre were harsh even for the natives, doubly so the Westersand. Blaise was beginning to wonder if ‘mummified to a crispy corpse by dehydration and skin-shredding sandstorms’ really should’ve been added to his contract hazard fee next to ‘eviscerated by lovelorn denizen of the underworld.’ Too late now. The Wyrm’s Nest was incredibly dangerous, which was saying something in this arid death-trap of a desert. Weathered stone protruded in erratic outcroppings from the dunes like a great statues worn to faceless obscurity by eons of merciless erosion. The shadowed ravines formed by their mute vigil were shelter from the sun, but also infested by packs of wolves and flocks of Urstrix harpies. Heat mirages shimmered around the stone contours, twisting depth perception even as the vast cloudless welkin brought down incessant incalescence like a pounding fist. The true danger lay not in these crevices though. The Wyrm’s Nest was the epicenter the great siroccos that ravaged the entire region. Capable of fleshing flesh or suffocating a man outright, these storms veiled the passage of truly monstrous creatures, their titanic steps like the claps of thunder over the roaring wind. So infamous was its reputation that no city patrol would dare come close in their routes. Even monster hunting clans ventured this far into the Westersand only infrequently. Plausible deniability for all involved. After surveying the routes of access, Blaise turned his attention to the geology of their surroundings. The high rocks need not be enclosing barriers. A bit of geomancy could make them asset, whether it be deadly trap or closure for a quick escape. Regardless, examining the cliffs at least helped divert Blaise’s thoughts from the coming complicated conflict and the sweat dibbling down his sunburnt face. 1) Blaise and co. arrive at the Wyrm's Nest 2) Blaise surveys local geology to spy possible skulldugery for a Quake spell Dieter Wolfram Ramza Beoulve Cassialyn Frewin |
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Aug 1, 2018 8:26:48 GMT -5
* Cass had smiled softly at Dieter's comment about making sure that both Mila and Cass came home safely at the end of this. Honestly, she was sure that he meant it. But, she didn't mind going back with Drake if it meant that Mila got back home safe and sound. She'd grown rather attached to the children at the orphanage. The last thing she wanted was any harm to come to them. The weird thing was that Mila usually put up a better fight and was good at avoiding getting caught. She really wondered how they got Mila. But, it didn't matter. What mattered was getting to the meeting spot and getting the kid back. Cassialyn had moved outside the clan house and waited for Dieter. She shifted her weight from the ball of her feet to the heel and back again. Her arms folded across her chest with a worried expression plastered across it. If Drake harmed that poor child, he had another thing coming. She had no problem hitting him or breaking his nose. She wasn't going to go quietly. That much was for sure. But, she would go. At least she got to experience some freedom. It was nice while it lasted. As Dieter emerged from the clan's base of operations, he explained they were going to the middle of the desert at the Wyrm's Nest. The young dancer made a face at the meeting place. "...He picked a good spot to make sure he had the advantage. He'll certainly see us coming and I'm sure he has plenty of back up. I really don't mind exchanging myself for Mila. I don't want her harmed.. and I can always escape later on. I don't want to put the children's life's in jeopardy." She admitted as she did her best to keep up with the disguised archdaemon's pace. She had no idea that her entire world was about the collapse around her. That she wasn't going to have any sense of direction left to know the difference between right and wrong. After a bit of a walk, Dieter and herself arrived at the meeting place. The dancer felt sick to her stomach at the sight of Drake along with two of his allies at his side. The one being the same Bangaa monk that they had faced the first time, the leader of the clan she had joined months before that had turned on her for a quick payday. The other seemed familiar, but she really wasn't sure why. Maybe he was someone she'd spoke with in the marketplace or crossed paths with at some point in her life. But, it didn't matter. "...Hand over Mila, Drake. This is low, even for you." She half threatened, but she knew they were outnumbered. The monk had been on pretty even grounds with Dieter the last time they'd met and the other person, likely some sort of mage with the garb, would be enough to keep Dieter occupied. Cass had gotten stronger but she probably couldn't take Drake on alone. He was a knight, though not the strongest she'd ever seen.
Drake had been pleased to see Dhrizuk and Blaise return with Mila. Things were going according to plan. "Perfect. Good work, Blaise... Dhrizuk." He nodded in approval as he let the bangaa handle the kid. It wasn't long until Dieter and Cass arrived. The man was more than ready for this fight. He had learned the hard way that the clan was strong as a group. He needed to separate out the archdaemon if they planned to have a chance. He had given the monk a second chance seeing as he had fought well and at least had an idea as to the demon's fighting style. It would give them the upper hand. Anything to get rid of this archdaemon and prove that he wasn't crazy. Dieter had shown him his true form and it was a mistake that he'd rue for the rest of his miserable life. Well, what time he had left. He was going to get a lot of amusement out of Cass finding out the truth about her little "crush". "Well, if you want to make the trade now, that's fine with me. But, I think your ' demon friend' might not be so willing." He smirked a bit as he watched Dieter. He knew there would be a fight. He wasn't foolish enough to believe Dieter would let this happen without one.
Dhrizuk let out a sigh as he handled Mila. He really hated kids. But, he did as he was told before the two Helios Ambition members arrived. He truly didn't believe Drake's lie about the dark knight being an archdaemon. It was most likely the fear from their last encounter clouding his mind. But, the monk knew better. They actually had a fighting chance this time and he'd be sure to win it this round. He and blaise could handle the guy and they had Ramza as a back up. Cass couldn't do much harm to this. As the two arrived, the monk half greeted them with a brief wave. This was about to get serious and the tension could already be felt. He moved to collect Mila when directed. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Aug 2, 2018 3:10:26 GMT -5
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Despite the gravity of their predicament, Cassialyn’s astute observation of Drake’s tactical leverages and her willingness to sacrifice her newfound freedom in exchange for a promise of Mila’s safe return, neither sentiments elicited an immediate response from the Archdaemon Dark Knight. No, a few seconds lapsed by in stoic silence as Dieter forced himself to take a deep measured breath to prevent himself from succumbing to another bout of rage. Once Dieter exhaled, his head craned in Cassialyn’s direction as he’d spared a fleeting glance, his gaze as it’d lingered upon her silhouette was soft, warm, and inviting. Alas, Dieter’s attention shifted towards the oncoming sea of passer-by, his head shaking in unvoiced dismay. Hadn’t he already made his intentions abundantly clear? He’d already sworn that neither the Orphan or his Clansmate would be abandoned, no, both would be returning that evening.
“Cassialyn, perhaps I was unclear, I have no intention of departing the Wyrm’s Nest without both Sumila and you at my side…”
With that said, Dieter ensured that his shoulders were squared, his head was held high with an unquestionable air of confidence. Why had he done this? Dieter understood that the art of warfare was multi-facetted, sometimes, the easiest way to victory was to crush the enemies’ spirits. Dieter’s hand drifted outwards to rest tenderly upon Cassialyn’s shoulder, subconsciously attempting to ease her discomfort at the sight of Drake and another familiar face – a certain scaled-monk. Dieter suppressed the urge to smirk as Cassialyn’s thinly-veiled threat, immensely pleased by the amount of venom she’d mustered. Dieter’s gaze drifted across their surroundings, silently making note of the numerous cracks and crevices where a trained rogue, archer or mage could take refuge. Dieter’s alabaster fingers twitched at his side as he’d resisted the urge to brandish his blade, refusing to rend Drake’s head from his shoulders that very instance as he’d addressed Cassialyn.
No, if Dieter proceeded as he’d desired, He wouldn’t be able to make good on the promise he’d whispered in Drake’s ear during their last encounter. Oh yes, Dieter fully intended to indulge in Drake’s languish, to drive the man to the brink of insanity, and most importantly to make him beg and plead for an end – one Dieter wouldn’t permit until he was satisfied. Drake’s jib as his daemonic heritage warranted no visible response, however, that wasn’t to say it hadn’t elicited one. Dieter’s teeth ground fiercely against one another, his bodies’ protest masked by the howl of the distance sandstorm. It was with a great deal of self-restraint that he’d forced his jaw to go lax for him to speak.
“Please, explain why I would barter? Drake, you know if you harm Mila, your life is forfeit regardless – she serves you far better unharmed. Also, unlike some, I don’t turn my back on my comrades…”
Dieter spoke his voice firm, unyielding and most importantly eerily calm. Dieter’s hand drifted back towards his blade as he’d brandished it. No longer was it a rusted-mass of forcibly conglomerated steel that was seconds away from shattering. No, now it was sleeker, its’ edges wickedly sharp, capable of rending flesh and bone with ease – a tool of brutality. He’d twisted his wrist and let his blade plummet into the ground, the force that he mustered with that simple motion was enough to kick up a sizable amount of dust and sand.
“Now, I have my counter proposal, those who were involved in Mila’s kidnapping step forward now, I swear on my honour as Helios’ right hand that I will grant thy mercy – a swift end…”
Dieter’s gaze shifted towards Dhrizuk, his eyes narrowing in unvoiced contempt as he’d handled Mila.
“I pray you wouldn’t stoop so low as to use a child for leverage, especially against someone whom spared the lives of your comrades… Release Mila and I swear upon our Saviours’ name that no harm will come to you.”
His attention drifted back towards Drake.
“So, will you accept my proposal, or will I be forced to have you bow before me, beg and plead for an end that I guarantee will not come anytime soon?”
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Post by Ramza Beoulve on Aug 2, 2018 18:51:20 GMT -5
Location: Ivalice - Past (XII) Mood: Ready to Fight Status: Well Following the Demon and the stolen bride had been easier than Ramza expected. Despite the knight's lack of proficiency in the stealthy arts, the two never looked over their shoulders, never tried to detect any possible pursuers. It quickly became clear to Ramza why: The Demon was infuriated. He stepped heavy in the stoned pavement. Ramza initially guessed the fury was affecting the woman somehow through the mind-control spell, but she didn't seem angry. Though equally unnatentive, she looked more worried than angry.
The Beoulve heir stalked them both until close to the Wyrm's Nest. In the open, he needed to give them more distance or risk being caught. As such, he was not around when the two groups met. After waiting a few more minutes, he continued to make his way through the desert, onwards to the Nest.
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