RP:Raziel's Oddest Day

Background

While Raziel was out on one of her hunting excursions in Southern Sage, she came across an odd character whom saves her from a Drow attack. Afterwards she repays, in her way, the favor by saving his life from being poisoned... This being done by literally forcing the man to swallow a bezoar. After that Raz goes home to Cenril, as she's made habit of... Meanwhile, Groth and Tysinni got into a little spat, causing a lovely new doorway to Raziel's shop.

Kordeth

Raziel had decided that tonight would be a lovely evening to go for a hunt, in Southern Sage like the woman always thought was bright. She needed to get out of the house and away from the smelly sailor that was staying over. The woman of elven origins was wearing her usual clothing of black dark-tinted goggles, her leather clothing (the top being clasped to hide her armor and because the weather was cool to her skin), as well as her most favored possesion, a black fedora. Raz had came across a nice sized doe a few minutes back and was tracking it at the moment, though she's staying highly attentive to herself and her surroundings. Moreso than she would have a week ago.

Kordeth sat amongst the trees, his usual stalking to be underway. His garb simple, a heavy cloak to hide all his features, deep hood to hide any facial features at all. The dark of night was close to setting in, the one eye easing the difference in sight for him. As Raziel strolled about carelessly, the middle aged looking halfling happened to glare at her form, he cared little for what she was just that she was in sage hunting deer. Soon, he descended from the trees, silently, behind her with hopes she would not notice him. He approached in a soft footed manner, one which made little sound at all and once behind her, his hand would go to grasp tightly to her shoulder and pull her back.

Raziel sighs as she can't seem to pick up on where the woodland creature went to, she could always tell when someone was watching her... Their eyes just felt so creepy to her.. But she always felt like that in these woods. She wouldn't even have a single idea of being followed by anyone, though she finds out soon enough when she used her humming sonar as a last resort of trying to find it, just as his hand was about to touch her. When the strangers hand touches her clothing she spins around, only to stumble slightly at being pulled. With a low growl, Raz goes to try and pry his hand from her "Hey, lemme go! I bite!"

Kordeth scoffed at her words and held tight to his grip upon her. As she whirled about and stumbled, he released and finally spoke once again. "You should not be out here, ever." The red eye focused in upon her and studied her features. The ears, the goggles during the dark, the all of it was a suspicious sight in which he found rather peculiar. Under his breath he muttered the word, "Elf." Roughly and filled with anger he continued his speech. "The drows of these lands are not so kind to your type here." He paused for a moment before he spoke again, "Ta think, ya foolish ones could lack the sense to just go to Rynvale or Larket for food." Having picked up on the tracks himself, the man knew what she was after. "Now listen, listen well. You need to getta moving before they notice ya out here." The hood was still carefully drawn so she could not see any facial features.

Raziel brushes off her shoulder before straightening up, and crossing her arms. "Well... Ain't you a friendly... Whatever race you are... Elf?" she'd suddenly appear to look down at her body then to her left and right, and even up at the sky, before centering her face back upon his. "What elf? I see no elf here... Anyways, I don't think I'd ever go back to Larket or get on a boat for Rynvale, without great need..." at the mention of the Drow not liking elves in the forest she shrugs, holding back a smirk. "I see no reason why I can't be here. Last I checked, the forest belongs to the ones whom have created it." adjusting her fedora so it's straightened she actually has the guile to turn as though to look behind her, and mumbles "Now where did my prey go..."

Kordeth shook and lowered his head in a single motion so it was near impossible for her to tell, "It matters not what race I am, fool. The thing that matters is that you're stuck out here, without anyone, by yourself." He growled lowly and moved back to his trees. "Your funeral." The sound off in the distance was that of the drow approaching, not that it mattered right? Their eyes easily able to pick up on forms in the dark. "Course, if yer moronic pointy eared, big mouthed, arse would like saved you can always join me in the trees. Ain't much for climbers the drow."

Raziel picked up upon the noise of the Drow in the distance, muttering a curse before shrugging once more. "Never said race mattered, stranger. But fine, I'll join you in the trees." Raz was used to being in the tree from having to sleep in them once in a while in the past, so she'd go to one as he does, her tall form and long lithe arms and legs making it easy for her to climb limbs of a tree. Should she be allowed up into a tree, that is. "Also, take a joke, stranger." she'd whisper to him before adding an "And thanks." as said before, if she was allowed in the tree she'd lean back against the trunk, from her branch, while crossing her legs, the woman holding rather still as well.

Kordeth easily crawled up the tree, it wasn't hard for him, though as he moved a crack could be heard from his back. He scowled, age was just getting ahead of him. He moved up the tree and once up a decent distance, he offered an arm down to her to assist. If she looked up, the distinctive white hair of a drow was easily able to be seen. Though, it appeared terribly groomed, matted with small bits of twigs and perhaps sap. His red eye piercing through the veiled darkness that came from inside his cloak. He took little note of hiding these features, "Hurry up or get us both caught.. Also, ya ever damned well learned to bite yer tongue ya foolish twit of an elf?"

Raziel rolls her eyes, before humming quickly once again to figure out his hand, stopping once she's found it. Her hand would swiftly reach up and wrap around his forearm, though she'd obviously give assistance in climbing upward. The woman's eyes being covered by her dark goggles must've made cause for him to not know she's blind... Though her actions usually help keep up the facade anyhow. "Have you ever thought about not calling people names?" The elf to smirk "Far as I see, every time you speak of me like that I'll just be snarky right back." her words being spoken in a whispery way.

Kordeth easily pulled her up to reside near him and once both were up into the tree, he placed his back against the wall and growled. "To not insult you?" He scoffed, "I'll decide to do that when I figure yer different then the rest of the pointy eared." His hands moved to his hood, a tight pull upon the top to force it over long hair and to once more cover the eye. "Besides, ya ever think that if you weren't such a fool, you might not need being called names?"

Raziel turns her head in the direction of the seemingly drow-like man, her right index finger raised in front of her, and her mouth opening as though she were to say something... Though after not finding anything to rebuttal for that, her finger curls into a hook shape before being set back upon her lap. "Fair enough." shrugging the young looking woman would add "Anyway, since you helped me tonight, I guess I'll give you a break... And I'm pretty sure... Umm... No, I'm positive that I'm not like the rest of us 'pointy ears.' Considering I don't even know elf culture or language." quite randomly her fingerless glove covered hand extends to the male "Name's Glitch." she tells him, giving him her alias/ nickname instead... Being that she's unsure of being able to trust him.

Kordeth simply ignored the hand and once more made a hushed tone, "Silence." The noises from before seemed close, their voices finally able to be heard, "I swore I saw something round theeeezzz parts.." The drow spoke from below in hissed tones. Kor turned his head to stare downwards, as he looked upon the scene with a curious gaze. A sigh was finally heard, "All good." The drows had begun to move on. "Next time, silence, understa--." It was just then that an arrow flew through the air and embedded itself into Kor's chest. He gulped, "Not... over.. yet." He flinched and nearly fell out of the tree. His eye searched for the man who shot him, it appeared a small party of four had spotted the duo in the trees.

Raziel sat perfectly still, hand still extended, as the Drow began to come through the woods, though she still stayed that way before Kor said anything more. However, as the arrow flew past she yanked her hand back and almost went to snatch Kor's shoulder so he wouldn't fall, before she realized he'd rebalanced. Raz holds still once again, unsure of what to do in this type of situation. After all, she's never faced a Drow. That was always what her father did. Though in words that were barely more than a breath she says "What... Do we do?" the words sliding through her lips as they don't move.

Kordeth pointed faintly at the four who began to move for the tree that the two stood upon. Two had begun to climb upwards on the tree whilst another sat down before and watched for if they jumped. The final of the four shot three more arrows up at them to impale both. Two aimed at Raziel, her chest region, the last aimed for Kor'Deth once more. His hand moved to the weapon upon his back and withdrew it entirely. The blade was swung in a downwards arc, the flat of the blade to smack against the projectile. The arrow flew off in a downward direction, only to find itself impaled into the top of one of the two who climbed the tree, an unlikely yet fortunate accident. The man fell to the ground and died, the arrow to have pierced skull. "Get them dead or flee, that's your options." He coughed and moved for the arrow to withdraw it from his chest.

Raziel had heard the arrows being knocked and her idea of how to dodge them was to await till she heard them released, where she then duck and spun so that she'd be hanging upside-down from the tree much like that of a sloth. One hit the tree with a thud, while the other drove into the top of her shoulder while she was spinning. "Dammit!" she hisses, upset that she wasn't quicker, and almost losing her grip. Thankfully to her armor it wasn't as bad as it could've been. But it still hurt! Through barred teeth she tells the man "I can fight, but I'd say we're outnumbered and should flee... Just listening to instincts though." sloppily, she gets herself back up the branch to also tear the arrow from her. "But if you wish to fight I can certainly help." she adds while chucking that arrow downward in hopes of hitting the other climbing Drow with it. After the arrow his ridded of she stands and draws her sabre, happy that she's been bringing it with.

Kordeth shook his head as she mentioned the fleeing part, "Won't fix much, wounds compared to those untouched. Age versus youth, it's not something I'll escape but go for it pointy ear, flee." He scoffed once more and tossed his sword to the ground. The blade imbedded itself into the earth quickly, a word of magic to force it barbed and unable to budge by another's grasp with ease. His feet pushed off the tree as he leaped from the tree to the ground. A roll, another quick shove, and he found his way to feet again some distance from the ground, his weapon a distance away from him. Magic spun from his body, lips spoke words of the necromantic arts, and soon the blade of bone began to change it's form. The bone burrowed further into the earth only to wriggle about through the dirt till it rested below the shooter and only then did it come forth from the soil once more. The blade came from both sides, one from the front, one the back, the lance like attack to imbed itself into the drows chest and back, through the heart, to kill him instantly. With that the final drow upon the ground charged at Kor, whilst the one who now had an arrow graze his cheek was upon a branch near Raziel, dagger ready to strike.

Raziel quirks a brow, this time being her turn to scoff. "So not happening!" she growls, as he jumps. A fight sounded a lot more fun than just sitting and doing nothing, after all. The blind elf was about to climb down the tree as the other left it, when she feels the branch move from the Drow that was at the ready to stab her. She moves to get at the right angle, foot partially slipping as she does, when the attacker stuck to stab her behind her knee, though unfortunately for him her slip caused her to catch his arm with her blade, the Drow hissing as his arm pulls back. However he'd still be on the move, by further climbing up to try and imbed the blade in her heart, Raz's balance being back just in time as she blocks the blow with her sabre, though it's a rather odd angle that she does so at, due to the branches. Finally she loses all care of honorable fighting and moves to give him a swift kick in the groin, of which her booted foot meets cuz, come on! What Drow would be expecting that? Certainly not this one... As he topples back and falls from the tree Raz climbs down, jumping at the last few feet. Though she'd scratch her neck, wondering if the man really deserved to be killed after such a horrible blow, plus falling from the height of the tree. She does, however, decide to pocket his dagger while he's down, so he can't use it again.

Kordeth battled with the new man, a small blade more suited for one hand was used to parry and block against the man who charged forth. The new bone blade suddenly changed and wrapped around the man's current weapon. A sharp tug was made, as he wrenched the metal weapon from the man. Drow kicked for knee, a stumble made was so that Kor nearly fell over from the attack as it caught him off guard and unbalanced him. His fist moved up in a mimicked attack of what Raziel's boot just did as foe found groin solidly punched and hard. The enemy toppled, only to have his neck cut from the bone weapon, right across the neck. When finally Kor finished off his foe, he moved upon Raziel's person, a drop of his weapon straight for the drows unfortunate neck. The words of magic laced with it, the blade to turn about and wriggle as it landed upon his neck and easily bore it's way through him. All that was heard was a gurgle, struggles for breath, and finally death as the drow made no more noises. Kor'deth moved to leave quickly, a hand moved for Raziel's wrist, "Let's go." He resheathed his weapons, grabbed the one which impaled the archer, and moved to leave without a look given back to the fallen.

Meanwhile In Cenril...

Tysinni leans against the wall of the Whaler's Bar in a far more relaxed state than anyone should. Her battered hat barely clung to her head, fighting against gravity itself to keep its perch. From under the shadowed brim, the thief watches various comings and goings in the town square, bored out of her mind and looking for a bit of trouble.

Groth has once again returned to the hustle and bustle of the more popular areas of Hollow! Spending time amongst his own kind for awhile and exchanging stories, as well as more than one intimate encounter with female Trolls with which he holds no real bond to, was nice.m His visage would appear unchanged for the most part. He even carried a large mug of grog in one hand even though he didn't quite appear drunk. In his other he bore a huge spiked mace! No lesser creature could ever hope to lift such a weapon, yet it seemed that in Groth's, one could surmise it could be swung about as easily as a regular sword for a human. All of these things could be seen as he lumbered into the town square, still surprisingly sober, and taking the occasional sip from his grog. Ah, quite nice indeed! He looked about until he finally saw a woman who, at first, only seemed slightly familiar, but soon he realized who it was and a flicker of interest would twinkle in his eyes. Not even giving her, or the other people in the area, the courtesy of him approaching her, he shouted to her. "Ty?! What you been doin'?"

Tysinni 's first inkling that anything was wrong came about the first time she heard running feet and cries to 'flee'. Always alert for trouble, the thief glances upwards swinging her head first left and then right as she looks for the source of complaint. "Oh Gods..." Muttering under her breath, Ty contemplates fleeing the scene herself before the familiar troll can spot her. But alas, it appears to late for the half-elf. At Groth's shout, she sighs and pulls herself away from the wall taking a few steps out towards the street so she can look him full on. "Groth. I was trying to hold up the wall. What are you doing?"

Groth quirked a brow at her seemingly lackluster greeting. She should be quite happy to see him once again after such a 'dreadful' time apart from her tamer. Honestly, she could at least 'act' astonished by his return. The only thing that distracted his thoughts from why she did not jump with joy was that she said she was holding up the way. Perhaps it was a figure of speech, but Groth felt as if he should test this theory since when she moved away it did not fall. He tilted his head back and downed his mug as fast as he could, wiped his mouth with his armored sleeve and then chuked the large Troll sized mug at the structure she was leaning against! Would the wall be broken down? Would the mug simply shatter on contact? Would it only leave a dent in the wall? It is hard to say since Groth wasn't about to grant it a second glance right yet and instead turned his attention back to Tysinni. He points a large muscled finger at her accusingly, "You been behaving?

Tysinni quirks an eyebrow at the troll when he suddenly develops a large thirst after her words. Surely he didn't need to drink all of that right now. She frowns heavily, hoping she won't have to witness him throwing up another body part. That wasn't quite the highlight of her day. Nor was it when he ate the leg again. Fortunately (if you can call it that), Groth has other plans. The thief barely flinches when he throws that large large mug at the wall, turning her head to watch it connect with a loud 'cracking' sound. Much to her surprise, the stone wall of the tavern is now sporting a long vertical crack right where she had been standing only moments before. Mouth falling open in astonishment, she whirls back around to face Groth, leveling her own accusing finger at him. "Look what you did! Bad Groth! Very bad!" Her hands go to her hips and she glares at the troll in a way that probably wasn't very wise. He had just marred one of her favorite watering holes.

Groth was surprised by her reaction to his deed. He was a Troll damn it! No woman, especially not non-Troll, should question him. Why, he should be able to go about rampaging as he pleases with the most a woman would do is cook his very large meal for him for when he was finished destroying everything in sight. Clearly there was something lacking in his 'teaching's' to her. then again, he had been away for awhile so he assumed his dominion over her, how ever much that might have been be fore he left, would have dwindled down to near nothing by now if not gone entirely. The thought was disappointing but he would only have himself to blame. It would appear his actions would need to be re-instated. Adjusting the mace upon his shoulder, he approached with a stomping walk that would shatter the ground beneath his feet and those who may be nearby. Once close to her, he would crouch down, purposely throwing both his free hand, and the mace down on either side of her. Enough to kick up quite a bit of debris for sure. It would scare most. Then he would speak in that gravelly tone, "Woman no speak to Groth that way. Remember tame talk?" He snorted.

Tysinni stood her ground as Groth came stomping towards her. Oh dear, she had forgotten just how very large he was. Closer and closer the troll got before he crouched down right in front of her. Now, Ty wasn't short by any means, but she felt positively childlike at the moment. Resisting the inner voice that was screaming at her to run away, Ty bravely stared down Groth, hands still on her hips as she surveyed him. Assuming the same tone one would give a recalcitrant child, she says "I vaguely remember you spouting off a bunch of blather. I am a free person with no intention of bowing to anyone but myself. Especially not you. Now, if you're nice we might have a pleasant conversation. Or whatever it is that you think passes for one." Clearly, she was not happy with being intimidated so.

Groth stared her down just as she did him. Quite something this half-ling was. Never a dull moment. She acted brave, but even he could see a sheltered and caged fear within those eyes of hers. Very well, if that was the game she wanted to play, he'd enjoy taming her that much more. Might as well start with an old trick. Groth lifted up his free hand and would proceed to poke and prod at her with the force behind each poke becoming gradually greater until she would finally fall. "You learn to speak in good tone!" He'd say as he proceeded to poke her annoyingly. When she finally would fall, he'd quickly drag the handle of his mace over top of her and place it horizontally across her torso. It's be heavy, but most of the weight was in the head of the weapon. Even so, the handle would be enough to hold her down without completely suffocating her. It even allowed her arms and legs free roam...in a confined space granted, but they were not pinned. Trying to twist herself out from under it would be quite uncomfortable as well. Assuming that was achieved, he'd sat down next to her and simply glare at her until she decided to talk in a nicer tone.

Tysinni kept to her stance right up until the moment that Groth went to poke her. Surely he wasn't... She watched aghast as the troll lifted his hand and then aimed square for her middle with his large finger. "Ack!" She weaves a bit at the first poke but easily keeps her balance. "What in the frak?" Leaping backwards, she dodges his second poke and then pulls out a dagger. His tone and actions infuriated the half-elf and she would attempt to stab his poking finger with her dagger on the next poke. "You stop that! Right now!"

Groth growled with frustration as he missed poke after poke after poke. But then, she finally pulled out a dagger (which barely counted as a toothpick to Groth) and stabbed at his finger once before he could jerk away. However, it did little good against the armored heavy war gauntlets he wore. His fingers were armored too of course. If he hadn't jerked away, he might have gotten a lucky stab through the groves in the finger plates, but alas, she was not granted that opportunity. Groth immediately stood and dragged his mace across the cobblestone ground then to his side, gripping it tightly. His other hand would then begin to at first pulse with dark magic, but it was soon enveloped in the shadowy magical aura and dark unstable lighting coursed through his hand like blood through veins. The magic he held in that one hand might even be more intimidating than the mace itself. The magic even crackled like real electricity! "Woman no want do this! You need speak nicer!" It was as much of a suggestion as it was a demand. Would she really want to risk angering Groth further. She might be quick, but trying to squeeze her knife, or any blade for that matter, in through the groves of his armor would be rather tedious work while trying to move around an enraged magical Troll. Was her pride so important that she would risk serious injury and the lose of her weapons?

Tysinni grins triumphantly, fairly vibrating with bloodthirstiness when her dagger makes Groth just that more enraged. She dances backwards, well out of reach of his hands, waving the offending blade high in the air. "That'll teach you not to touch me without permission!" He had brought it on himself of course. One didn't poke at the thief without expecting retribution. Keeping her gaze fixed on the troll, she awaits his next move. Only to be surprised and appalled as she senses magic afoot. "Gods damn troll! Isn't it enough you're bigger than a house and meaner than a bull-stud that smells a field of ripe bovine females, do you have to have magic too?" She fairly spits the word magic before hastily beginning to retreat. No way was she gonna stick around for the magic show.

Groth felt a great sense of pride well up within him at her words. She may not have meant them as a compliment, but that's how he took it. However, he did sigh with disappointment when she started to run. There was no way he'd catch up to her, even with long strides. She'd gotten a head start...but Groth did have another idea. He still had magic to use. The mighty Cave Troll held out his magically infused hand and aimed his palm carefully. They were in a town square, there was plenty for him to hit. Groth then began to fire large balls of raw dark magic! It served to do little more than act as a concussive force blast. Though, from Groth, such a a simple magical trick would cause serious harm to anything it hit; people or structures, it did not matter. HE'd play with her a bit at first, taking careful aim to hit everywhere around her and spew debris all around as well as dust! This would serve to not only potentially cut off her desired path, but annoy the hell out of her. He didn't wish to create too large a dust-screen as it were however, he did want to keep track of her, so he only shot off a few balls of magic. Perhaps that would be enough to make her stick around and swallow her pride a bit. If it were not, and she still insisted upon escaping, he'd aim at the next buidling she would have to pass by just before she would get to it and launch one more ball of magic at its outer wall in an attempt to bury her, or at least stop her. Assuming either would happen, he would take that time to approach, disengaging his magic at this point as he did so.

Tysinni had just spun around and taken her first few strides into the strategic retreat when suddenly she found herself under attack. Magic sizzled in the air, making the hairs on the back of her arms stand on end. The prickling dark feel of it was enough that she was spurred into greater speed, just as a concussive force hit the ground to her right. The thief yelps and dives to the side, bringing her arms up to protect her face. "Damn troll! STOP!" Yelling dire epithets and threats at the magic-flinging Groth, she is forced to head in another direction. Only to be thrown into a wall by another blast behind her. She lets out a small 'oof' of pain and then bounces off, running raggedly towards a nearby shelter. Ah, a tree. Well, now it used to be a tree. Its blasted apart with the force of one of the blasts, splinters of wood rocketing everywhere around her. Ty feels stinging pain on various parts, but nothing she felt was too serious. Hooking a hard left, she runs for the cover of Muraski's old shop, intending to duck behind it. Which is about the time that the wall seemed to come down around her. With a tremendous earth-shattering kaboom, the thief finds herself thrown back against a nearby bench, dazed and more than a little puzzled about the new entrance to Raziel's shop. She didn't remember there being such a large hole for a door when Mura had owned it.

Groth watched the effects of his magical display unfold before his eyes...and Tysinni's. Hell, she was the star of that show. Thankfully other citizens had ran long before now so there would be no casualties...but plenty of collateral damage apparently. Quite a scene of carnage to be sure. All it lacked was a good bit of blood to fill the gaps between explosions. The misleadingly somewhat quiet sound of these blasts of magic did it's effects little justice. Just think of what would have happened if people had been present. Groth, naturally wouldn't have cared either way, Tysinni was the only one he cared about. His target had been acquired. Then, finally, she came to a building for Groth to make crumble partially. He did so successfully, and even blew her back in the process. Not quite the result he was going for, but it'll do. She appeared dazzed and confused...he'd take the opportunity. He quickly charged up another ball of energy and launched it directly for her. This particular ball of energy would merely encase her within it and do no damage itself. She would simply be absorbed upon contact. Hopefully it would get her before she reacquainted herself. If it worked, he would approach her and simply sit in front of her. She could move all she wanted inside the orb, but without a significant magical counter to it, it would be unlikely that she would be able to break free of it. Groth would need to release her. He'd glare at her and wait until she spoke to him properly. He would still be able to hear her, even if it would be a bit muffled to outside ears.

Tysinni was still trying to regain control of her own thoughts when she felt something hit her. Expecting it to be a heavy blow, either from a physical troll part or a magical ball, the thief is shocked to find herself soon encased in a giant ball of energy. "Ack!" Quickly she leaps up, going to push on the sides with her hands. Nothing but the unpleasant prickle of energy. Yelping, she pulls her hands back before moving to beat on the sides of the bubble. "Let me out you brute! I won't be treated in this fashion! Let me go!" Feeling more like a caged animal than anything else, Ty would bare her teeth at Groth as he sat there glaring at her. "Bedamnedable toad!"

Groth couldn't help but find her attempts at escape amusing. To see such a proud woman put in such a bind was...well, priceless. It made him feel like some 'justice' had been done. Even so, she didn't seem to be getting the message. She was still resisting. Groth shrugged his shoulders and began to push the ball back and forth between his hands. A bit more motivation perhaps, she knew what she had to do.

Tysinni yelps as she is knocked to the side when the ball begins to roll. Feeling much like Rowen must when she's in her royal hamster-ball, she scrambles to keep from being rolled end over end in the magical prison. "You sonuvabitch!" More curses would leave her mouth even as she struggled to regain her balance and not look exactly like she was, a bedraggled and slightly bloody thief being rolled around in a sphere. Becoming more dizzy by the second, she pulls a dagger out of her boot and stabs at the magical walls in desperation.

Groth let a chuckle escape his lips at the sight of her stabbing at the sphere even as he tossed her around. Alright, time for another tactic since she still wasn't getting it. Her dagger wouldn't do much to the sphere. She'd have to stab consistently in the same spot for quite some time to make any head-way. Something more magical was required to make a more significant dent. Regardless, this time, he would hold the sphere in place with a but a finger atop it, and then proceed to spin it faster and faster as his finger held it in place.

Tysinni let out a shriek of frustration as her dagger has little affect on the magical bubble. Still ranting and raving at Groth, she'd give him a rather rude gesture right before he started in on the next round of torture. Suddenly the ball stopped and she lurched quickly to her feet only to be thrown back against the wall as he started to spin it. "Oh gods!" Closing her eyes, she clutches at the walls for some sort of purchase as her body is whirled and twirled like mad. Around and around she goes, where she stops only a troll will know.

Groth :: Alright, so far so good. She had a problem with this, that was clear. Of course, who wouldn't? Being man handled by a Troll of any kind was sure to not be something worth remembering in a positive light. Groth would suddenly grip the sphere with one hand, forcing it to stop and potentially throw Tysinni against a wall within. He'd lift it up, shake it violently a few times as if he were trying to make a broken bell to ring, and then toss it high up into the air repeatedly. Each time he caught the sphere was sure to be an unpleasant sensation for her as she was likely to crash down to the bottom of the sphere. A few tosses later and he would quickly return to spinning the sphere on the ground. He wasn't giving her a break.

Tysinni holds onto herself for dear life as the spinning orb never seems to stop. She had long since stopped yelling curses and was now whimpering and trying to keep her lunch down. Suddenly the spinning stops and she finds herself without the inertial force to hold her against a wall. Collapsing to the floor of the sphere, she's suddenly overcome with nausea. The thief tosses her cookies all over the bottom of the orb in a frighteningly loud motion. "Oh gods!" And then she's airborne, Groth having decided to throw her up in the air. Over and over she finds herself flying and then falling and hitting the unyielding magical surface. Meanwhile her vomit was flying all over the sphere. "STOP! STOP! HELP! HEEEEEELLLLLP!" Screeching for help didn't seem to be any as effective as the rest of it. Things were definitely hurting now. Ty could feel the bruises forming and then she's tossed back to the floor of it with a sickening crack. "Aieeeee-" Her scream of pain is abruptly cut off as her dagger whacks her on the back of the head by the hilt. Damn, she knew she had forgotten something. The spinning once more commences as the thief slowly starts to lose consciousness.

Groth :: upon reuniting the sphere with the ground below, it would seem she could handle little more. Her pleas for help earlier were nice, but that wasn't quite what he was looking for. Her vomit did make a right nasty mess of the inside of the sphere though Groth simply laughed at it all. See, this could have all been avoided if she just swallowed her pride for a moment. Oh well, her loss...quite literally as is proof by her 'cookies.' Oh well, time for the game to end, it wasn't fun anymore. He stops the orb and dissolves it. With that done, he sighs, picks her up, and places her gently done on the softest thing he can find inside the partially collapsed building. There, she was relatively comfy, and out of her own vomit. If she was going out, might as well be comfy. He -can- be nice to those he tames after all. Regardless of whether or not she would still be awake, Groth leaves her be for now and makes his way to exit Cenril.

Back In Kelay

Raziel faces Kor with a sigh "I was getting to it..." she mutters, though it was a lie as she'd never killed before. Soon after she resheathed her own weapon she finds him grasping her wrist, her footsteps quickening to keep pace with the man as she whispers "Thanks though, umm... Where are we going exactly?" Raz would think better of keeping the discarded dagger now, though she'll get rid of it later, so as to not show a path of where the two are going. Truly the woman was confused about where he was dragging her, and her only thoughts become ~I really gotta learn to not cause trouble...~ Raz doesn't both pulling her wrist back though, figuring that it would be of no use because of the other times when her various family members had done so to lead her about.

Kordeth moved through the trees so that they could escape Sage, no words spoken until both had left the shrouded trees. Once outside, a quick turn of the head was given towards the woman.. It seemed they were near Kelay.. The fountain perhaps? Indeed, the fountain. He moved to the cold stone, a seat taken upon it. "Listen, runt, ya think it's smart to be roamin' through the forest for food?" He growled, "It's not smart, ya damned well shouldn't be roaming through the whole crap lot of it all.. Ya understand me? Ya ain't suited to take down groups, ya ain't suited to fight people, and yet a damned goof who won't even kill a damned person because they're alive? Bah! Ya risk yer own life. Get yer head in the game or get out." With that he stood to leave, only to collapse but a few feet from the fountain. Frecken poison, yeah?

Raziel crosses her arms as he speaks to her in such a way "Just like Dad..." she mutters, shaking her head. "Fine, I'll stay out of Sage, but that greatly minuses my roaming space. And I ain't suited to fight, because I need to train more is all... I understand what you're saying, by the way. And I'm not a runt." she was about to head off to Cenril as he leaves, feeling just the same as she would after long lectures, until he falls. Raz couldn't just leave him there, after all. That's not her. So instead she turns back and quickly walks to him, kneeling to assist him in sitting up, until she partially topples to the side as well, grasping her shoulder. "The hell?" she mutters, before rummaging through her satchel. "I thought these'd come in handy... Glad the person at the apothecary taught me what they are..." she mutters to herself, pulling out two bezoars, the only two she had that she'd been keeping in case of emergency. "Here, I don't know how to use them... But they're those bezoar things..." she says, trying to steady herself as she presses one into the man's hand.

Raziel gave 1 bezoar to Kordeth.

Kordeth shrugged away her help as he worked to his feet, the blade upon his back used to prop himself up. Once upon his feet he scoffed at her, "I'm fine, runt." He grunted the words out as he tried hard to stand and speak, "Now, get home." He growled, the man to try hard to move and he slumped a few more feet before he stopped. This wasn't much of an easy task for him to do.

Raziel frowns standing back up, a little too fast, which causes her to stumbles and fall backwards to the ground again with a growl. "Stubborn... Just use that bezoar, dammit! I don't know how to use one, nor would I be able to see how, but at least take yours and use it!" Raz sighs and weakly crawls to the fountain to pull herself up, before adding "Consider it a thanks for saving me... And getting home will do me very little good if I can't get further than this fountain... Didn't bring my cane..." Raz places her bezoar into her pocket for a moment, dragging her goggles downwards so the frames lie just beneath her collar bone, the woman scooping up some water from the fountain and rubbing her face with it, before sitting aside the fountain on the ground and weakly pulling out some pure alcohol to pour on her wound, solid white blind eyes visible for a moment, before her head is tilted at an angle where the fedora's brim would be over her eyes. "... Besides. Elves my age shouldn't have to be told when to go home..."

Kordeth shook his head, not that she'd see and weakly limped back to the fountain. He took a seat and remained there, his voice to speak roughly. "Anyways, get on home." He pushed the bezoar back towards her. Shallow breaths were taken as he seemed to struggle to maintain such a simple task as taking in air. "Move along now, got it?" His memory faltered as he struggled hard to maintain consciousness.

Raziel whimpers as he does so, and turns to him, setting the alcohol beside her leg, she hadn't gotten as much in such a prone place and perhaps her height was making it several moments slower than his. But she ponders for a moment, before shaking her head "Nope. You're like my dad, always stubborn about things that are good for you..." she wasn't certain, but because it wasn’t anything like a rune, and came from an apothecary, she begins to figure on it being something to be digested. So she weakly reaches over to grab the man by the jaw, even to stick her thumb between his teeth as she moves to try and open it, so as to shove the bezoar down his throat. And, should she succeed with that she'd then go to do so for herself. They weren't horribly big, more like the size of half a golf ball. And they were very smooth. After swallowing her own, and making an uncomfortable expression, she'd pull a glass bottle of a clear liquid out, one the size of a flask, and she'd take a drink of it, setting it in between the two in case he would want some too. "Honestly... Are all you men... So stubborn?" she mutters before moving her, now, shaky hand back to the pure alcohol.

Kordeth grumbled at her words and moved to lay down, his jaw snapping at her fingers as they moved to force something into his mouth. Every time she tried to come close with anything, he snapped at it, teeth to attempt biting down upon her fingers. "Call me stubborn but refuse to respect my wishes when I say no?" He scoffed and slowly attempted to fight the closing of eyes that seemed to be coming closer and closer to shutting.

Raziel frowns and goes to grasping his jaw again, not caring about being bitten any more. "I'm not letting you die under my watch. For the sake of the gods, open up and take your medicine! I can be here all night if I have to!... Or at least until it's rather impossible for the both of us.... I'll make a deal with you. Take your medicine and after you do I'll give you whatever you want... You can even live at my shop if you really want.. Eh, though you'll be disagreeing with Roytoc a whole lot. But anyways, just take it and stop wasting your breath." with that she forcefully goes again, refusing to take hers until he takes his.

Kordeth suddenly fell off the side of the fountain as she continued to struggle with him and attempt to force the bezoar into his mouth. The man fell solidly upon the ground with a splat, face down, a sigh to be had as he didn't even bother at an attempt to move. "Ain't dying, quit botherin me, go away. That's my damned wish, now shoo runt." He spoke slowly, the words to come out in shattered form sometimes stopping between syllables as he attempted to finish his speech. When finally he was done, he forced himself to remain upside down, eyes to slowly drift towards sleep.. It seemed so peaceful, asleep.

Raziel narrows her eyes at him when he says so, before grabbing hers and shoving it down her throat as she was going to, adding a hard couple of swallows to the end. "Well..." she clears her throat. "Your wish is stupid. And I'm not going to shoo." her head rolls in his direction. "You, sir, are in denial. I don't know why, but I get the sense you want~ to die. And so when someone comes along to help, you just shrug them off..." Raz sighs, unclasping her vest-like shirt and removing it, and then pulling off her leather armor, after removing her hat. Though her motions were slow and careful. Once she's got only her long tube top on, scars and leftover bruises from the fight with a Preklek that she had, not that he'd notice, she finally pours the alcohol upon the wound. A small cringe is made, but nothing more. "Now then. You do realize, when you can't fight any more, that bezoar is going down your throat. Either that, or I'm staying with you. I wouldn't want you to die alone... I don't really wish that upon anyone. Savvy?" with those words she grasps the bezoar again, still feeling pretty unbalanced and weak.

Kordeth growled once again as she spoke of it but stopped fighting, stopped moving about as much, merely laid there. "Whatever you say runnn." He yawned briefly, before he rolled over and waited for her to force the bezoar into his mouth. Even if he had accepted the fate she had laid out before him he refused to make it easy. His teeth clenched tight together, he grumbled constant obscenities at her, and the whole time he acted like an arse as he wriggled about to escape her grasp.

Raziel smirks at his answer, finding it very difficult once she gets to the matter at hand. "Hey, come on now... Look who's calling who a runt, when... You're the one acting the part of a cub!" she says, finally getting fingers between his lips, her nails trying to pry in between his jaws, only for him to wiggle out. "That's it!" she growls, grabbing him so as to roll him onto his back and knee him in the stomach, trying to keep him from moving. Once there, if she gets to that point, she'd move to stick her four fingers, minus thumb, into his mouth to pry it open and finally put an end to this silly game. Should that work out she'd get off of him to gather her clothing and such, then go to pick the man up... Deja vu, much... she thinks to herself, recalling Mura's fight with Kuzial... Though to this day, she is utterly positive he was faking loopiness. "Look, I'm bringing you to my house so you have somewhere to rest your head tonight. You don't have to stay, ok?"

Kordeth shook his head as he gulped down the bezoar, "Ain't happening." He gripped tightly to the fountain, "You place that.. That.. Thing into my mouth and I let you do that but I will -not- rest my head in a house." He frowned at the man and moved away, in a crawl like motion. "Shoo, runt." He gulped and continued to move away as fast as he could, which was more a crawl..

Raziel sighs, hanging her head, before returning her armor to herself, along with her other clothing, and replacing her goggles. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to help, though I can understand the lack of wishing to sleep indoors. Sorry for being so forceful." with that she stands, taking a drink from that bottle of clear liquid, in hopes of eases the odd feeling left behind by the bezoar. "But look, since you saved my life back there, next time we meet I'll try and hold back on the snarky comments... I dunno if you're older than me or not, but I guess since you keep calling me runt that means I look younger..." after she finishes clasping her shirt back together she shrugs and adds "Anyways, I'll take your advice... Oh, and the name's actually Raziel. But I like being called Glitch. If you're gonna be ok, then I guess I'll go home to the half elves, my adorable human children, and my Drow friend, rabbit army, and lion." with another shrug she turns and begins walking off, though she mentioned the little details to show that her family is not comprised of elves. "Oh, and I don't know what can be considered elf of me any more, but I've never much considered myself one as I was raised by wolves. Anyways. Farewell, sir. And goodnight."

Kordeth growled further as he heard the various things she had at her home until finally he heard the drow comment and spoke, "Don't care. At all. You want to be friends? Shoo already, I'm going to go." Finally, he got to a standing position and began to limp away, he had done his good deed, yes? Good, he no longer needed to worry about anything else. All he tried to do was leave, that's it.

Raziel quirks a brow at his question about friendship, spoken after the Drow section, her face turning to him. "You do... You realize I'm entirely blind, don't you? Born without irises and pupils. I don't judge race, I judge the person. As for you, you have qualities that remind me of my father. My adoptive father, not my real one. But fine. You don't wish to talk to a wolf mutt like me, so I'm off. It was nice meeting you anyways, stranger... If you need anything ever, I can help."

Kordeth turned back around to face her, his hood to finally come off the top of his head as he turned to examine her. Slowly, the red eye poured over every detail of her form, slowly examining her in the darkness until finally he turned to leave. "You want help home?" The harsh tone continued, "I'll help you there, then I leave. Ain't nothing bout races or fathers, I just don't like people. If you live in the damned town, I am only helping you to there. Got it?"

Raziel shrugs "I can get back to Cenril perfectly fine... I didn't know there were people who hate company... When I lived on my own I nearly went literally insane... But you seem of good mental health, so mayhaps being a hermit is best for you... I'll respect your wishes from now on. Goodnight Da-" she blushes deep red as she turns back around and pulls the brim of her hat down "Goodnight stranger..." she quickly adds in an embarrassed and squeaky tone as her long legs begin moving her to Cenril, she hadn't meant to nearly call him that, of course.

Kordeth followed her anyways, it didn't seem right to let someone blind wander back alone. He kept his distance, far behind her, far back, but always watching. His slow pace was exactly that and he made sure that he couldn't be noticed easily.

You simply keeps walking, muttering to herself along the way. When she'd reach the area of her home she finds herself tackled with rabbits and her raven to soar down to her, as well as a fast growing lion cub, now having his black mane grow in, come to her. "What? What do you mean? Where are the kids, Roy, Aeon, Ex, and that McGinny fellow?!" she asks with worry, a portion of her shop blown up. The woman would've sat up and grasp Kraar softly in her hands as he explains to her that they escaped and were at the hotel for now. ".... Troll? Uhh... But my..." Raz sighs and sets the bird on her shoulder as she stands, walking to the building. "Fabulous..."