RP:A Rescue
Part of the Kidnapping Emilia Arc
Ohan sits at a table a group vials containing different powders sits next to him. A group of empty vials sit on the other side. Picking up one of the black powders he pours a line and pours in a white line mixing the two as he does. Continuing to do such with each of the vials until a portion of all the contents are mixed. He looks up at the entrance to the training center for a moment, then back down to his work.
Emilia had been in her second drug induced deep sleep for the majority of the day. She let out a faint almost unheard groan as she opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling of the strange room again. Her stomach was still in twisted knots, though the cramps were not nearly as bad as earlier and the need to vomit had passed. Though she couldn’t feel it she had a small fever that caused little droplets of sweat to form on her forehead. Her head ached as well. With a sigh she just laid there debating if she wished to attempt to sit up or just lay there feeling ill.
Hildegarde ’s eyes in the sky, Kenway, had reported seeing something rather unusual: the human girl Emilia following the trouble-maker Ohan and then seemingly disappearing. This was startling enough to force the knight out of her bed and to agonisingly don her armour before she staggered out of the healing house and was carried towards Kelay by Kenway. The couatl was deeply unhappy with this, but he would not prevent the knight from attempting to assist her friend. After all, she was incredibly stubborn: dragon-mule was what Satoshi had dubbed her. Moving so much was making her feel ill; the stitches in her chest and abdomen were tugged and pulled as if threatening to open if she moved a little too much. Sucking in air, the Silver surged against the door to throw it open which essentially meant she stumbled into the room with her eye immediately scanning the room, “Emilia?!”
Ohan 's eyes raised from his work. A smile crosses his lips as he turns to look at Staiwen and sends a series of signs to him using his hands. The rogue turns his gaze back to Hildegarde “Ahh, Ser Hildegade. In all my years would never suspect to find you in this of all places. He pushes his chair back and stands, “To what do we owe the honor to have Frostmaws knight in dark little shadow of the world?” He stands and walks to the center of the room, holding his hands behind his back welcoming the guest.
Emilia finally after so long deiced that she was going to sit up. The main reason was she needed to use the rest room after a sleep like that. Another groan as she slowly hobbled over to the door. Resting her head on the door the blonde just breathed for a moment until she’d gotten the strength in her arm to knock on the door. It was a light knock, but loud enough that the man of the place would be able to hear it, she hoped.
Hildegarde ’s recently broken nose is still red and angry looking, her skin is sweaty looking. By all means, she looks quite unwell and incapable of holding her own. “I seek Emilia,” she announced, “and I do not have the patience for a game, Ohan, I can smell she has been here,” dragons were apex predators, the sense of smell was beyond that of most beasts. With the light knock on the door, the knight offers Ohan such a glare as she begins to stomp toward the door with the full intention of opening it.
Ohan : Staiwen moved to the passage of the door blocking Hilde from entering the back room where the dorms of his students sit. The cloaked elder male remains stationary even up until the point where the knight stand towering over him. The words spoken are soft, and aged, but carry a cold with them that could rank with Frostmaws. “You are not allowed to the back rooms.” The master assassin lets his words linger before Ohan breaks the silence. “You're right. She was here. We had a skirmish outside of the caves. She followed me here, Staiwen here gave her the same speech he gave you, then where she went is beyond me. I remained here for the rest of the night.”
You : Staiwen moved to the passage of the door blocking Hilde from entering the back room where the dorms of his students sit. The cloaked elder male remains stationary even up until the point where the knight stand towering over him. The words spoken are soft, and aged, but carry a cold with them that could rank with Frostmaws. “You are not allowed to the back rooms.” The master assassin lets his words linger before Ohan breaks the silence. “You're right. She was here. We had a skirmish outside of the caves. She followed me here, Staiwen here gave her the same speech he gave you, then where she went is beyond me. I remained here for the rest of the night.”
Emilia frowned as the knock seemed to have gone unheard. She’d not much strength at the moment to reach up and knock again on the door. Instead, for now she closed those eyes of hers and remained just leaning on the door. She’d attempt another knock in a little while when she’d gained enough energy over the illness that had settled in.
Hildegarde offered Staiwen a very dramatic sigh, practically huffing at his face to express her utter disdain. “Do not lie to me,” she warned the two of them, “you will not find me in a gaming mood.” This much was true. But Hildegarde was not foolish enough to allow two people in the room gang up on her: her sigh was intended to incapacitate Staiwen, with the paralytic breath that is natural to her species. Having watched the man become stonily still, the knight pushed him aside – seemingly uncaring if he fell to the floor or not – before angling her body to keep Ohan in her line of sight. “I can hear noises beyond this door, Ohan,” she informed him softly, “and I will open the door. If I find her…” she did not explain what she would do, as she twisted the doorknob and pulled the door wide open to expose what lurked behind the door. Of course, should the door be locked, the knight would simply rely upon her saurian might (what was left of it) to rip the door clean off. Hopefully, though, the door wouldn’t be locked.
Ohan with out a thought of hesitation, followed the knight into the back rooms stepping over his mentor as he does approaching the woman with trained silence. Reacting quickly the twin blades hiding in his gauntlets slide out just as the rogue makes his way closer. Once he brought him self close enough to the wounded woman he would thrust the bladed gauntlet under her arms as they were being used to open the door to his former dorm room. The rouge would attempt to pierce the dragon with the poisoned blades under her armor just enough for the poison to seep into her muscles and then with her blood.
Emilia has fallen back asleep leaning against the door to the dorm, unaware of all happening outside it. Darn them drugs.
Hildegarde spotted Emilia and might have well roared with fury at the sight of her! How dare she be treated in such a way! Yet, she does not have time to linger on these thoughts as blades have pierced under her arms; slinking past the gaps in armour and cutting through rusty chainmail to pierce her flesh. With a groan, the knight’s hands jerk backwards to grip at Ohan’s trousers; fingers hooking in tightly as she lifted him ever so slightly and twisted her body so she might slam against the doorframe and wind Ohan in the process. The knight would continually slam herself – and Ohan in the process – against the doorframe before finally pressing back against it so she can viciously whip her head back to hopefully concuss the would be assassin. Assuming he was either dazed or luckily unconsciousness, the knight would rip him from herself and stoop to grasp Emilia; slinging her over her shoulder with a weary groan of pain. “We leave,” she muttered, “and leave this pest to live for another day.”
Ohan grunts as he is slammed into the wood frame. Even while winded the rogue would pull his fist back and swing using the blades more then his fist to hit what ever he came in contact with hopefully putting more of the arsenic into the knights blood stream before finally blacking out and falling to the ground. The noise brought many other of Staiwens students out of their rooms one bring out a crossbow and shooting at the unkown woman. The others begin to file out into the room some in their day's training uniforms others in the bed attire each holding a weapon of sorts intent on keeping their mentors assaulter from leaving the area.
Emilia is on the shoulder of the dragon woman passed out in her state from the drugs put into her system by Ohan. As she was freed from the room her eyes opened wide to look around. They were pure black with blood leaking from them down her cheeks. It was not her eyes looking out at the world taking in the sights of Ohan passed out, Hilde holding Emi, and the students aiming for fire. Blood leaked from her ears and her mouth now as dark words, mumbled and not of common left her mouth. In that moment, a burst of dark energy shot from the blonde woman, aimed to knock out all the students. It was ancient dark magic being moved from an ancient dragon through his wife to protect not only her, but Hilde in her escaping with her life still in tact too.
Gheneroc burst through the wall perhaps just at the right time. The dragon had made himself smaller, but he still stood twelve feet from the ground. He roared into the scene, having broke into the den from the west - seemingly through solid earth. The diminutively formed dragon roared as he mauled at the surprised cloaked figures, moving fast. Though he was naked, he was still just as heavily armored. The dragon would use his limbs to thrash any in his way, from a hand that could wrap around one's torso, he moved with rage unabated until he had enough clearance to address Ohan. "Surprise surprise..." The dragon said, stepping over the arrows that had attempted to sink into his thick hide but skitted off. Gheneroc was wielding his own magic now, moving his hands outward. Stones from the hole he made in the wall started flying forward, overwhelming any remaining students in a veritable storm of stones, some as large as coconuts. The dragon looked toward Hildegarde and rumbled low. "You best be leaving quickly." Gheneroc may have dealt with the students that weren't affected by Emilia's own attack.
Hildegarde , with Emilia under threat of a stray shot, shifts the position of the human girl: now cradling her to the chest to minimise her form and keep her well protected against her mithril breastplate. The knight has no desire to linger any longer in this den of assassins, so she turns and breaks into a shambling run; ignoring as best she can the punching sounds of arrows breaching her armour and touching the flesh of her back. Of course, this assault upon either of their persons did not last long as Emilia seemed to channel the darkest of energies and disable the would be assassin students. But with Gheneroc’s sudden appearance she near enough stops and looks at him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity: was he following her? She is not one to turn down the help, however, so she merely nods in his direction before gripping Emilia somewhat tighter before continuing with her escape. The knight bolts out of the den and seeks the streets, “Kenway!” she beckons, watching as the couatl swiftly curls down towards the ground for Hildegarde to mount his back and make good her escape. After securing the farmgirl, the knight awkwardly pulls herself onto his back with a weary groan. “To the farm,” she commands, knowing that Emilia will be safest in her own home.
Ohan would remain still and motionless laying on the ground unconscious from the Hilde's attack.
Ancient black dragon's den
Gheneroc had Ohan stripped completely and took great care in encasing the half-elf's body in stone, burying the rogue up to his neck in solid granite with none of his trinkets or toys. Unafraid to keep the man naked, but entombed within one of the hardest stone types Gheneroc knew of. He sequestered Ohan's effects to his remote treasure room in as of yet an undisclosed pocket somewhere deep within the earth. It had a portal for Gheneroc's ease of access, but even he forgot exactly where it was. The dragon was full size soon enough, and waited for Ohan to come to his senses. Gheneroc had secretly placed his Mark on Ohan, a two-link start to the mark that would eventually turn into a chain. It was but a seed of its true potential at this point. The dragon loomed over his new prisoner.
Ohan awoke, his vision blurred for a moment, he shakes his head and rage soon fills his eyes. A failed attempt to move his arms. After looking around and seeing himself encased in the stone, Ohan lets out a yell of rage and once again struggles trying to break free of the prison until his eyes fall upon Gheneroc in his dragon form. “Kill me now, or I swear to all 9 gods, all 9 ascendi, all powers above all powers below, every thing living in this land and every thing that has died and everything that will ever live I will gut you. And shower upon your blood. Kill me now Or I will hunt down every last dragon in this damned world and there will be NONE of you left!”
Gheneroc rumbled softly at Ohan's apparent rage. Seeming to ignore his incessent rage, Gheneroc waited for Ohan's rant to finally subside before he spoke. Like a king, he spoke with his slow, deliberate cadence. "You still carry debt with me. Now doubly so. I will not profit from your death, Hunter which leaves you in an interesting place." Gheneroc paused almost thoughtfully. "The one you kidnapped belongs to an ally of mine. And while I could give him your head, I have not reaped what you owe." Gheneroc narrowed his gaze at Ohan tightly. "If I let you live, it will be as my slave." Gheneroc spoke with finality, as if that were his final decree. The dragon was determined to break Ohan.
Ohan 's eyes narrowed into a glare. No words were given, even his breath came to a slow and deliberate pace. Remaining silent he sat in the prison, his fists would ball up, if his hands were able to move.
Gheneroc saw little other reason to speak with Ohan for now. Gheneroc whispered a small spell to cast silence at the half elf. He would be mute for the duration of his stay as Gheneroc would essentially leave him to stew in his new granite prison. Days would soon start melting into weeks. Gheneroc would give no clue to Ohan as to the passage of time. Any possible cries would be ignored, but Ohan was only given water during the course of his stay. Between starvation and being kept perfectly still for days on end, the dragon was nearly certain Ohan might crack, even if it was just a little.
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