RP:A Meeting Gone South

Part of the Kidnapping Emilia Arc

Northern highlands

Ohan kneels down holding a pot of honey in his hands. He extends the pot to the Urisk and gives him a nod. “You've done well. Thank you my friend.” The rogues voice is uncharacteristicly friendly as he talks to the creature. “Until next time, and I'll be sure to find some more cream for you in return for the favor.”

Emilia walked in the middle of the rocky path that lead to the frigid northern region. The farmer wore the same denim jeans tucked into worn leather boots with a plaid-long-sleeve button down shirt, sleeves rolled to her elbows. Those curls, cut to just above her waist, danced freely around the woman with the chilled breeze that danced the land from east to west. Even those dancing locks was not enough to hide the fact that those clothing items fit loosely on her thin form when once they fit well. Those lips of her tinted a slight shade of blue twisted with the confused look that fell upon her face watching Ohan and the Urisk just ahead of her.

Ohan : The Urisk taking sight of Emilia walking and thus spotting him, vanishes and leaves the area quickly. Ohan lowers his mask back to cover his face and stands up straight. Moving his hand to rest along his waist under his coat, turns back around and eyes Emilia. “You seem to travel around, Venturil Cenril, now Sage.” he removes his hand from his belt but keeps an eye on the woman.

Emilia knew the voice even if she didn’t remember the mask with all of its details perfectly. “Are you sure it is I that travels around or is it you?” The blonde asked of him. She walked the paths that she’d always traveled, never liking to stay too much in one place. With a shrug the blonde tucked her hands into her back pockets, feeling silly for having forgotten her bow back in Gualon.

Ohan shrugs “My income requires me to travel from city to city. Can't sell the wine sitting in front of the fire place. What brings you out to the forest at such a time of night?”

Emilia stared at him with those bright blue eyes of hers. Silence linger before she finally shook her head slowly at him, “I am afraid that that isn’t any of your business to know.”

Ohan chuckles “Then it'll stay to the realm of possibilities. Though middle of the night, and a certin dragons cave being not to far from here.. the possibilities lead the mind to wander, but then again. It's none of my business, as you've said.”

Emilia raised a brow at his statement, “I do not know of any dragon with a cave out this way. I do know however, this is the path that leads to the snowy realm of Frostmaw. Am I not allowed to visit Frostmaw? Or do you have a problem that I’m very well-liked by many city leaders?”

Ohan was smiling under the mask. “I am not the one to grant or deny permission for you. You could go to the depths of the underdark for all I care. As for being well liked, that doesn't bother me either. The alliances between Ventril or you don't really effect me. Well.. until they turn sour but that's for a different time.”

Emilia brought her hands from her pockets to fold her arms over her chest, “Do you place me with Venturil for I have a farm there? If that is the case then I also have a farm in Gualon, Frostmaw, and Larket.” Simple words to question him.

Ohan 's upper body lifted and settled a clear indicator of his silent laughter. “Like I said, you travel around a lot.” his head moves as he looks around from behind him, around until behind him again on the other side. “Well seems my business here is done...” he took a moment then spoke curious as to how the next set of words would sit with the woman. “ Think I'll go get me some tea and some tarts in Cenril.”

Emilia shifted her stance at his silent laughter. She traveled more than just the cities in which she had farms in, but he was right…she did travel a lot. “Tea and tarts? I hope you are not planning on robbing the bakery again.” There in those words her tone changed to a less pleasant one.

Ohan shrugged his shoulders. “Not sure yet. May just go get some milk for a friend and call it a night.”

Emilia wagged at finger at the male, "I highly suggest that you leave the poor woman and her bakery alone."

Ohan said to Emilia, "Or what? Going to sick your husband on me again? Or.. perhaps the man with the silver hair? You have your bussines, I have mine. Probably best we don't interfear with the others. Don't you think."

Ohan 's tone drops. The humor, and light heart gone, in return a cold almost monotone voice. “And if I say that I am going to take each and every last coin she has made, are you going to stop me?”

Emilia nodded her head in response to his answer, "Yes, I will." The blonde stated in a matter-of-fact tone. She'd seen him fight, pirates at that time, but she knew that she was capable of a fight herself.

Ohan begins to walk along the path going south. The steady pace continues as he gets closer to the woman stepping in a diagonal path, then forward. His shoulder pushing into hers as he pushes through. His back now to the woman he looks over his shoulder. “Go home, go to Frostmaw, go where it is you need to be. Your blood doesn't need to be shed tonight.”

Emilia stumbled slightly as Ohan brushed passed her using his shoulder against hers in his steps past her. She barely weighed a thing as he bumped into her shoulder, and she was cold as the ice of Frostmaw. "I do believe that you have no right in giving me orders to take. Perhaps now I should follow you back to Cenril and make sure you are not bothering the bakery woman."

Ohan continues walking. “Do as you see fit. My words weren't in command, they were in warning.”

Emilia needed to go and visit that person up in Frostmaw, but she also couldn't live with herself thinking Ohan was about to rob the bakery. A moment's debate before the blonde turned to indeed follow Ohan around to wherever it was he was about to head.

Path to the North

Ohan gives a nod to Masbane as he passes by his stand and a two finger salute before he continues on his way.

Emilia follows silently behind Ohan past Masbane.

Mountain Path

Ohan pulls an object from the pocket of his coat as he walks and fumbles around with it in front of him

Emilia watches curiously as to what he has in his hand, but keeps a small distance as she follows.

Receptionist Ohan walks past the receptionist and gives her a nod. As he passes by the desk with out a word he places a small collection of coins in front of her and continues on his path.

Emilia was slightly nervous as she mimicked Ohan, following quickly behind him.

Mixed Dormitory

Ohan walks to the back of the dorm, moving past various people sleeping. Once near the back of the room, he drops down to a knee and pulls back a carpet. Upon the carpet being rolled back a door is revealed which Ohan opens and begins to climb down the ladder.

Emilia was careful as she walked past the same slumbering people so that she didn't wake them. Taking in a breath the blonde waited just a moment for Ohan to start his way down the ladder before she followed him down the ladder.

Shadowy Den

Ohan walks in and uses his hand to give a quick sign to the only man in the room who quickly leaves the area going into a back room. Ohan moves behind the door out of sight and waiting for the woman to follow him in.

Emilia took in a slow breath watching Ohan vanish into the strange place that she'd never been to. Before she entered behind the man she was following she took her dagger from her boot and slipped it into her back pocket. With it in better reach she followed Ohan in.

Ohan remained hidden until she was past the open door into the open and vacant room. Using his body to close the open door he slides in behind her. His hand moves in front of her throat, and once in place a blade slides out from his gauntlet. A strong almond smell comes from the blade as a droplet of liquid falls and splashes on the floor below. Moving his arm under hers he grabs her by the waist and pulls her in close to him. “There are just some places you shouldn't follow. That is a lesson you're going to learn tonight.”

Emilia wasn't sure what it was that she was expecting to find on the other side of the door to the room that she'd followed Ohan into. It wasn't Cenril, that was for sure. Curiosity, a fatal flaw for the human. It was what had kept her following the man. Those blue eyes gazed curiously around the room as the door slid shut. Her reaction was slower than it should be. Blinking she reached for her dagger in the back pocket as Ohan slid out a blade before her throat that reaked of almond. Her nose scrunched up at the smell of it. With her body pulled up close to his it made it hard to reach that dagger of hers. "That stuff stinks." She remarked, then added, "Let go."

Ohan the hand with the blade at her throat moves up and the leather gloved hand covers her nose and mouth pinching the former closed. “There, no the scent shouldn't be of any concern to you.”

Emilia blinked, startled frankly that he'd just pinched her nose closed. Her voice now sounded all strange with that twang to her accent and nose closed, "What are you doing?" She questioned him as she turned her head to one side then the other, trying to free her nose from his gloved fingers.

Ohan 's hand moves down so that both airways are blocked, his hand moving with her head. “Shhh.. the more you talk, the more oxygen you use. The less your brain has to keep you awake.”

Emilia shook her head a few more times trying to free her face from his hand. Her left hand making its best attempt to slip between her body and his, reaching for her dagger tucked into her back pocket.

Ohan took note of the hand moving between his body and her's. “That dagger wont be of any use to you now, all you're doing is wasting that precious energy.” he was determined to keep his hand blocking her airways until she passed out due to the lack of oxygen.

Emilia could feel her heart skip a beat, a slight bit of panic settling in as his hand held to her nose and mouth. No matter how much she jerked her head to free it, he kept his hold. She managed a decent time, longer than most humans, at holding her breath, but even then she only lasted so long without being able to breath. There was a faint whimper-whine sound out of her before she'd fall limp in his arms.

Ohan gently lays her down on the floor and moves over to the wall. He pats his coat pocket then the other one, then to his pants before letting out a sigh of relief. He takes out two small pins and places them into the lock of one of the glass cabinets. After a few simple movements a small click is heard and he pulls the pins out, opening the glass door. The rogue reaches in and picks up various vials a mixture of white powders, some colored, and a single liquid. Taking the vials over to the desk, he begins to mix them. Taking nearly half of the first vial, then a little of this one, a bit of that one until the mix is poured into the liquid vial. He shakes the container a bit mixing the ingredients. After returning the vials he takes a syringe from the top shelf and closes it. As if by magic, the same audible click happens again locking the cabinet as it closes. Returning to the wet mix, he inserts the needle in, and pulls the liquid in. “This will help you sleep dear. Don't worry it's just a mix of dopamine to give you good dreams, a benzodiazepine to help you forget whats going on, don't want your boyfriend and husband to know about this, and Diphenhydramine. That's to make you sleep longer dear.” he says speaking to himself, or to her.. not exactly sure. He walks over and puts the needle into her arm and injects the liquid mixture.

Emilia was already unconscious from a lack of oxygen when the male had held not only her nose, but her mouth shut. She laid there on the floor while he set to work on mixing the ingredients that he’d taken from one of the locked glass cabinets. When he returned to inject the liquid into her arm she put up not fight, all because she was already out cold. The sleep she was in would change though as the drug set in. Oddly enough Emi was in need of a good sleep having suffered recently from a return of night terrors after a visitor at the festival brought back old fears. Deep asleep on the floor the blonde was left fully in the care, or possible lack of, by Ohan.

Ohan lifts her up and cradles her as he carries her to the back room. “Shes out cold..” the rogue says. A gravely response is given by Staiwen “You always were my best mixing student.” The rogue nods and takes her to a chair, where he places her in the seat gently. “I'm going to have to use my old room for a bit of time. I made sure she won't remember how she got here, let alone being here at all. And...” he looks at her, before picking her up. His hand moves down her back and into her back pocket where he removes the dagger. “She won't be much trouble for you when she wakes.”

Emilia was out cold, limp like a rag doll in the arms of Ohan. Even asleep the blonde was all too light and cold as ice. Some might think she was dead or part dead, but she was fully alive and functioning. Being in such a state of sleep she didn’t hear a word that Ohan was saying while speaking with the male and never noticed her dagger being taken, but she did however slip right out of the chair onto the floor. When she’d wake she would be in for a big surprise not remember how she got where she was or how long she’d been out.

Ohan takes her into his old room. The room resembling that like a child who had moved from home. Notes from classes no longer taken, walls and walls of texts particularly those of medical weaponry. A manikin of small size made from yarn, who upon closer look had seen better days as various holes indicating stabs, and vertical lines where cuts would have been made. Along the head, stains from various liquids cover where the eyes would be. He places her in his bed and covers her with the blanket. Before leaving he takes a small vial of red paint and puts up wards against telepathy and Divination spells that would be used to find the blond. With the wards painted he walks through the door and locks it from the outside.

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