RP:The Death of a Halfling
Also, the death of a drow, and other brief tales
Contributors
- Tifra, feline ranger.
- Satoshi, feline mage.
- Delliniel, drow monk.
- Kasyr, tiefling paladin.
- Cerander, elf mage.
- Darrien
- Reamka, lycan ranger.
- Whess, halfling bard.
Fallen leaves and drying sprouts crunch underfoot, as the tamed walkways come to a halt, buried beneath the motley-colored blanket. The veil of nature closes in at the edge of the woodland town of Kelay. Through an outcropping of deep verdant tints, smoke rises from the chimney of a stately home just east of here, while a narrow dirt path juts off to the north. Southward, you spy the beginning of a well paved road heading east.
Tifra said, "I have not business more pressing than your safty untell you can see clearly again. -so saying she starts to scan over inch ot tirrain around them clearly setting her self to guard-"
Satoshi is on the prowl, even if she doesn't look it. Honestly, who'd expect anything dangerous from the petite white feline with the lopsided grin on her face and merry tune in her voice? Retaining her act, Satoshi strolls by Tifra with a polite nod and only slows as she draws level with the monk. In a flash, sweet persona is replaced by a feral entity and Delliniel is lunged for with chilling claws extended for the blind one's collarbone and chin, intent upon snapping the neck in a single movement. Success will result in the cat hastily dragging her captured prey away, to be eaten in peace. Lack there of will result in... who knows?
Tifra spins having cot some thing in Satoshi's sent and lashes out at her with a powerfull kick
Delliniel is blind, and even though her hearing is quite keen, even a vampire can escape a drow's hearing. And so she is oblivious when the vampiric feline sets upon her, and the snap of her neck is heard with the telltale crunch of vertebrae - made all the more lethal, surely, by the extra pressure exerted by Tifra's well-intended kick. Though not dead, she is surely paralyzed, incapable of moving...well...at all.
Satoshi spares the other feline a mocking smirk before promptly scurrying off with the crippled drow in tow. The cryomancer's enchanted boots leave a thick patch of ice--and unpleasant surprises within it--between her and Tifra, to discourage pursuit.
Just south of the bridge, a winding, dirt path heads back around and under it. Dark at all times, the air is foul and filled with the tainted, coppery scent of fresh blood. Those of more sensitive eyes that require little light might make out the piles of bones laying in several corners, while those less fortunate are most likely doomed to trip and possibly join them. Oddly, wind blowing through seems to bear with it the soft sound of a child's laughter, filling the place with it's mischievous melody. A filthy river used by Cenril's residents to dump sewage into runs through this area adding a filthy stench and attracting disgusting creatures.
Satoshi deems herself tucked out of sight of pursuers and spares a moment to give the drow a once over before propping her paralyzed form against the bridge wall. The feline isn't much for ceremony, and she's incredibly hungry, so nothing further delays her in sinking fangs into Delliniel's broken neck and tearing free a chunk of flesh and muscle. Vein exposed, Satoshi descends anew and begins her peculiar feeding--a hybridization of ravenous speed and delicate neatness, for the blood is drained quickly but without a single drop wasted upon the earth. Om nom nom.
Delliniel becomes a feast. And is fed from. And dies. And, well...that's all she wrote.
Satoshi shoves Delliniel's body into the river like so much garbage. Good luck finding that corpse, folks.
Satoshi flees the scene of the crime.
At the center of the bridge, atop the highest point, the view is breathtaking. From here, the devastation of the newly opened chasm is clearly visible. Deep and wide, the ground has fallen in upon itself, taking with it the once barren dead lands of Milous plains. Rumors of the fate of the northern castle are as yet unconfirmed, as none have returned from explorations. Farther south, the earth seems more whole, as wheat fields rise up outside the swampy lands of Gualon. Eastward lies the forest of Sage, hiding in it the frontier town of Kelay. Farther along, the Xalious Mountains rise up, their craggy peaks known to shimmer in the waning daylight. A platoon of FC elite soldiers stands here on guard. The bridge has been rigged with enough black powder to blow it sky high should the need arise.
Satoshi didn't just cripple and kill a blind Drow, drain it, and then dump the body in the Cenril river. Nope. She's innocent.
Kasyr is entirely innocent! He hasn't committed wanton acts of theft, Violence or other such wonderfully amoral acts in quite some time. Like, a few days at least. Probably. Unless he's forgetting about something insignificant. And certainly the whole act of feeding isn't wanton or anything. ...ANYWAYS. No, the point is, it's one innocent person wandering over to another- the one of a more impish persuasion having -not- been drawn to the area by any sort of splashing or suspicious activities. Nosirree.
Satoshi doesn't know the meaning of suspicious activities, and obviously that stain of red she's trying to wash off her flushed cheeks with a bit of conjured snow is simply from some sort of berry. Berries aren't suspicious. And, well, Satoshi isn't -acting- suspicious, especially when she spots the tiefling wandering over. In fact, she's all too cheerful in greeting him with a wave and a purred, "Hello, love~! What brings you out here~?"
Kasyr is cheerful right back, as the tiefling tends to be when within the felines presence. To such a point that it was possible that the tiefling didn't even fathom one whit of the felines activities. ...Though, it is questionable that the feline murdering anyone would actually perturb the tiefling. He was fairly morally bankrupt that way. Whatever the case, that has little bearing on the hybrid wriggling his fingers at the feline, "Oh, well, you know~ I just had an inkling it might be pleasent to wander in this direction, et here you were. Rather great, tu know?"
Satoshi is all smiles for the tiefling, save for one ear flicking back at the nearby excited squeals of children--with shouts of, "It looks like-a drow!" and "Get a stick so's we can poke it!". The feline's expression becomes all the more determinedly innocent then and she promptly sidles up to her beloved, twin tails coiling around him with the movement. "Well, glad you picked this direction, you know~. It's much more fun wandering about with another." A glance down at the pipefox glaring up at her from its place around her neck and the mage adds, "You don't count."
Kasyr eyes the little pipe fox as well, before tentatively moving his hand over to pet it. Not that the hybrid didn't have a suspicion that it might try and nip off his fingers...but- well, it did have a certain degree of cuteness. "Only because you never leave though. Peut-etre. If you are...well. Anyways. I was mentioning how great it is that I wander in your direction- So...I suppose we ought to get wandering...n'est ce pas?" Slinging an arm about the mages waist, the tiefling abruptly gestures in a random direction- which, by happenstance, is the opposite direction of where kids are poking stuff with sticks.
Cerander manages to avoid sparing a glance at the children stabbing the poor, mistreated albeit now dead creature a ways down the flow of the merry river. His strange seemingly blind stare of milky-white flits from the tiefling to the opposed snow-mage ahead of him and forces him to pause. Boots kick distractedly at the earth, fiery locks covering his eyes as he looks away. A tragic truth is that when nervous spikes of heat do radiate from the elven teen's body. Such things wouldn't be so bad were it not for his nearness and inability to control just how hot the focus of such heat could be. The duo might notice the suddenly sweltering heat, and the odd elf waiting cautiously a short distance from the bridge, looking all the more guilty for something or another.
Satoshi doesn't get the chance to beginning wandering, pausing before the first step is taken as she becomes aware of the sudden rise in temperature. "Is... is it hot or es it just me...?" Despite the joking comment, the cryomancer looks remarkably uncomfortable as she squirms in her thick Winter clothing, ears and tails drooping heavily. The elf goes unnoticed, by Satoshi at least, preoccupied as she is with coaxing up a reluctant breath of chill into the air around her and trying to return the normal lack of warmth to her skin. And muttering about the evils of heat all the while.
Kasyr looks a bit flustered at the sudden spike in heat, to such an extent that he begins to anxiously tug upon his scarf. "Er...Really, 'Tis not the season. Et all that fun stuff. Quand meme, This might be half tolerable if it was summer, but. " And onwards, the plaintive remarks continue- the tieflings attention alternating between himself and his surroundings, "Let's take to the shade mon cher, after all, I'd rather not have you hot under the collar...when it's not me causing it, enfin."
Cerander twitches at the feline's words, attempting only to become as close to invisible as possible. He's not great at it, one of the numerous children having found their way to him in the span of moments. The child, now sweating is only to happy to point at him and squeal in a childishly blunt fashion. " He's as hot as the fire at home! poke him, I wanna see if he'll combust." The words do force him into action, moving with a suddenly smooth grace towards the bridge upon which the pair now rest. He'd come in search of spending money, and there hadn't been any foolish beings just yet, so the new targets would have to be the dangerous looking pair. 'your an idiot', that voice screamed just as his footsteps neared and the heat lanced outwards, as his hands aimed for a revealed pouch of what he hopes would be gold upon the teifling. He jumps aside in the last moment however as a sort of recollection takes place, he'd heard of the pair. This unexpected revelation forces him to turn, and rather amusingly stumble to the wooden boards with an ominous thud and strange hiss as his clothed body burns a trail through the snowy platform and leaves him renched. He coughs painfully, but stands, ignoring the sudden spout of flame that flickers to life on the board before him by trying to neatly stomp it out. " Er.. clumsy. sorreh.." He spoke, fingers nervously ruffling at the nape of his neck whilist the odd accent filled the air. The heat is much more noticeable of course, more severe it seems getting closer to him makes the heat worse though if either of them grasp the situation is to be seen.
Satoshi wearily follows the tiefling to the shade while fighting with her own scarf, the enchanted waters that make up the item getting dangerously warm and bubbly. It's as she's stowing the near boiling scarf into her satchel that she catches sight of the approaching, and suddenly balking, elf and turns watch his peculiar movements. The melted snow and burst of flame don't go unnoticed by her, always conscious of nearby ice suffering or ever wary of fires springing up as she is. This one is trouble, that's for certain. Folding her ears back at the thought, the feline leans sideways toward Kasyr to whisper, "Anyone you know? Reminds me a bit of that firebug minion of yours... Always had little campfires following his every step..." Cerander is given another look then, a smile feigned at his words, while eyes stay icy and wary.
Kasyr looks positively clueless, up until he actually starts observing Ceranders movements. It's only after a few moments spent watching the youths antics that the hybrid quietly responds back, "Just because I torch things doesn't mean I know every pyromaniac around. ..Just alot of them. But not him. Looks like he's going to set his own feet on fire at this rate, mon cher. Clumsy et magic don't mix."
Satoshi continues to eye the elven pyro while muttering in an aside to the tiefling, "Knowing one fire-starter is more than enough for me, thanks... And I really don't want to meet another right now..." The feline begins shuffling away from Cerander as she lifts her voice to address him, "Oi, Firebug, I'd -love- to stay around and chitchat but, as they say, 'can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen'. So, I'm leaving the kitchen~." Without so much as a polite nod for the elf, Satoshi takes the tiefling's and makes a hasty departure, in the general direction of the snowbound Kelay.
Kelay: the most famous part of the land. Something is happening. But you don't know what and by the looks of all the villagers around, and their confused expressions, neither do they. For the moment though it seems relatively calm, whether it is the calm before the storm though is yet to be seen. Perhaps more can be found out in the tavern to the north? Perhaps shelter in the great cities to the east and west could be found as well? You ponder which direction you should take and wonder if it will lead you onto your destiny be that glory, or death.
Kasyr is staring intently at Darrien. Really, beyond the momentary brush with internalized oddness and the associated ramblings, there's something else the tiefling is experiencing currently. Familiarity. Like Darrien was recognized from something. "...Proximity or...? ..Mon dieu, I really ought to remember more than meals, some day..."
Satoshi glances up at the tiefling from the snowbank she's flopped upon after arriving--a cryomancer's got to cool down after being uncomfortably close to a fire-starter after all. "Hmm, say what?" A glance goes to Darrien, followed by a series of blinks and a vague frown. "You... seem familiar..." Something about a spooky ship, chaos, and other oddities...
Reamka walked towards the tavern being rather silent as to not disturb. Little attention was given to the gathering outside. His body, only seemingly halfway adorned with equipment appeared tall and lanky by show of his leather panted legs, though his upper body laid hidden beneath a good deal of armor. The only note of the lycan's upper half was that of his deep brown hair hanging below the base of his helmet.
Darrien had a finger in the air, as if conducting the tempo and melody of the memories in his skull. "I used to be greener, as well as handsomer, and I had a fine way with the plants. I did a lot of pollination in those days. And I believe for a time, we were brethren in the same organization." The finger came back into his fist, and he felt mighty. It was coming easier now. "Miss," he began, speaking to Satoshi, "You were on the ship that brought me to the other ship, and perhaps my most memorable moment there was falling overboard, or was it being picked up by one of those monster crows?"
Kasyr seems almost perplexed at the description given, and the associated memories it aligned with. "...Wasn't there... A funeral? That seems sort of familiar...but er. I suppose it es not necessarily important et tout cela. It's good to...see you again? Je suppose that would be accurate. " The hybrid can't help but glance over to Satoshi after the second part of Darriens explanation, one eyebrow raised, "...Turkey hunting? Or, literal monstrous crows?" ...There. Now everything was addressed. Probably. The tiefling wasn't worried about the mysterious armoured stranger, anyways.
Satoshi's not worried about the armoured lycan either, but she's certainly paying attention to him as he passes her snuggled into the snowbank. It's the shiny, clinking armor; catches her attention every time. Still, it doesn't prove enough to stop her from refocusing on Darrien when he addresses her, blue eyes lighting up with recognition. "Oh! Yes! That was you, wasn't it? I remember now~. You were with the Shera-dear." Halting in her delighted ramble to flash the tiefling a fanged grin, she answers, "Actual monstrous crows, love. I kinda squished the dead one the Lady was going to use. For her goblin or somesuch... Anyway~, hi again." Obviously, the last bit is for Darrien once more.
Reamka sniffed the air lightly, behind his guarded face. For such a small group a large menagerie of scents came from them. It peaked his curiosity for a moment, but it was not his intent to intervene.
Darrien was pretty worried about the armoured lycan stranger. After all, he was in the midst of debating with himself over how appropriate it really was to congregate outside of a tavern. He tried hard to remember if he had done that in the past, if anyone had. Obviously, there was some more to mend in his artistic soul. And now this, a physical presence that ~sounded~ taller and lankier than he appeared. "So, after that journey, it seems that many things have changed. We're no longer family. I'm not really sure how many of the crew I really know, and even if I do know them, is it me, or is it the other me that knows them now?" He wasn't really talking to Kasyr and Satoshi as much as he was talking at them, spending far too much time watching Reamka.
Kasyr can't help but raise an eyebrow at Satoshis' description," A lady with a goblin? Are you referencing Tenebrae? ...I always was fond of the trouble she dragged us into." Nodding more to himself than anyone, the hybrids attention swiftly transfers over to Darrien, "I'm..not sure. A lot of things from back then have blurred together. Some events losing significance- others standing far more pronounced in my memories. Regardless..." It's here that the hybrid simply jams his hands into the pockets of his trenchcoat, lapsing into thought.
Satoshi has given up eyeing Reamka to pay mind to Darrien and Kasyr, although that silvery-blue pipefox coiled about the cat's neck is more than willing to take her place and stare at the lycan with its malicious little gaze. Not that Satoshi's paying any mind to Asorial after catching the tiefling's words. "Ah! Yes! The Lady~. Tenebrae. I always forget her name..." Going quiet once more as she settles on her makeshift frosty throne, Satoshi has the fortune of watching Asorial flick a large chunk of snow at the back of Raemka's head with the end of its serpentine tail.
Reamka is caught in the back of the head by the snowball and turns around quickly. Seeing no object that had been thrown he pulled his helmet off to reveal long brown hair, hazy grey eyes, and a pair of soft furry brown hears. "The hell was that?"
Darrien also assumed his place in the world as a thinker. It seemed particularly difficult tonight, as if there were interference in the world wide web of collective consciousness, a disconnection, a shoddy provider. Keeping a level in head in such circumstances was key. "I guess it does not really, matter, friends. We had and seem to be having a connection now. Some kind of intervention brought us together here again, and I do not believe it to be an accident. Our hearts beat together sometimes, and sometimes many times simultaneously throughout the day, well, not yours really - I don't hear much of any circulation going on in you two at all. In need another metaphor. Footsteps! We walk many times at different paces, but I hear it, I hear them align. And those that did brought us to this very spot. What we remember is irrelevant, what we do and where we go now that will be remembered is what is powerful." He was going to go on, but Reamka did something; he spoke.
Kasyr can't help but reply all matter-of-factly to Reamka, "I do believe it was one part rousing speech, one part friendly reassurance, and two parts poetry. But I could be wrong.J'en sais pas, vraiment...It's not exactly my thing, tu sais?" Anyways- now Satoshi gets the tieflings attention, "I truly do wish I had been able to bid her a proper farewell. As it is..." Shaking his head, the hybrid simply begins to drift a bit- moving off towards where the feline rests, if only so that he can take a seat beside her, "So, the point es however, this was all meant to be. So...Where to?"
Satoshi finds herself staring in a decidedly lost fashion at Darrien during his rambling speech, up until Reamka speaks and draws her attention away again. A glare at Asorial meant to be her answer to the lycan results in Satoshi staring at the pipefox's tail already pointed accusingly at her in that 'she did it' fashion. "Oi!" Swatting the offending tail away, Satoshi mutters and shifts closer to the tiefling to bury her head into his sleeve. Reamka at least gets a muffled, "Yeah, what he said." as a Plan B, half-assed answer.
Reamka shakes his head, bringing the helmet and visor under the crook of his arm to carry it. "Seems two tails isn't always better than one."
Darrien tried his best. It might not have been the proper environment for a proper heart-to-heart with former comrades, and he mused about getting them drunk so he could reward them with his love properly. But Kasyr was already requesting time with his beloved. Darrien heard it. He could tell. They were bonded. "Better, maybe not," he spoke to Reamka, "But I sure like them better than a single head at this point in time." And so he watched them move where they moved.
Kasyr looks positively perplexed at the dialogue between Darrien and Reamka. But then, it probably didn't help that the hybrid had been rather vague as to who he was talking to. "Er, Monsieur le Poet, The where to was not exactly ...reserved for her- I meant it in a much more general fashion." At this, the tieflings ears twitched, before he simply tipped his head off towards the feline snuggled against him, "Then again...~ Well. I can't rightly say..."
Satoshi becomes a hint self-conscious at the mention of two tails and promptly tries to hide her own fluffy pair between herself and Kasyr while attempting to retain a semblance of that leaning position against him. Good thing cats are flexible, hm? Asorial doesn't need to be capable of sound to find amusement in the feline's discomfort, the wicked gleam in its black eyes says it all. Grumbling at this, Satoshi shifts enough to glimpse Darrien and fix him with a thoughtful look as she debates how she wants to translate the tiefling's words. He's been interesting enough so far, and more time chatting hardly seems like a bad thing. "Nyeh. Right. A general fashion works just fine." So long as dual tails aren't the subject of the evening she'll be happy.
Reamka notices Satoshi's movements and spots the two tails that he had not noted before. A bit of annoyance made show on his face as he frowns. "My apologies M'lady. It was meant in jest."
Darrien waved them off. He needed more time to acclimate to the social environs of this place he called home, but there was time still. What he needed most was a strong drink and some space and time to think. A fluid-filled, insulated chamber would be nice too, but he could not yet afford this. "Don't worry about me, you static duo. Soon enough we'll be making decisions together again. But tonight, I decide to bid you farewell." A cordial smile past Reamka, he was walking away.
Kasyr gets an altogether vacant look, "Static duo? Ecstatic maybe..Or? ..Was that a fur jest...?" The tiefling can't help but mumble along these lines, leaning back against the feline as he tried to puzzle this bit out. ...Sadly, the tiefling seems especially vapid tonight. "Oh, er, et...with his departure- what now, enfin? I suppose we could do what he mistook my words for."
Satoshi is in the process of accepting Reamka's apology with a slight smile, only to have the expression lower into a frown upon catching the tiefling's words. "Static? Lightning's as bad as fire. Wicked, shocky lightning..." Shuddering at the multitude of memories that have built that particular dislike, Satoshi once more fixes the armoured lycan with a sharp look, her words clipped. "Apology accepted and all that. Now carry on, hmm? Afore -I- throw a snowball at you. You wouldn't like that, I promise." The rather insistant nudge she gives Kasyr at that point is clue enough the feline is quite done with further company aside from him.
Whess is walking by and such. With something in his arms. Haphazardly, of course, he takes a gander over at what he determines to be a Kasyr. And looks away, with shifty eyes, and cuddles whatever he held closer to his chest. He kept walking, casual as a ling cod (thats a fish) until whatever he held started to cry. A little bit. Ohnoes. A baby. Whess found a baby. Yummmmmy.
Satoshi stops with her nudging to just stare at Whess in disbelief.
Reamka goes to move away from the group and hears the baby crying. He turns at the sound and notes the halfling passing by, giving a bit of curiousness along his face.
Satoshi said to Whess, "You... didn't..."
Kasyr whispered to Satoshi, "...Remember my rules of thumb. ...Now then, since his babysitter es letting him run amok- I do believe this calls for us punishing him."
Kasyr said to Satoshi, "So much for keeping him under wraps~"
Whess was about to start his nomnom feast, it's an annual tradition - but he noted someone looking at him. Satoshi. Kasyr. Oh. Poo. "I got you a present!" He was so happy. Almost like a puppy. "I was goin' wrap it first but -- well, surprise! It's a late wedding gift." Shifty eyes. Oh, so very, very shifty. But of course, he dangled the infant out in front of him by a leg. It was a -- well. A baby. A Feline! And, guess what -- it was white -- with droopy ears and the cutest most roundest little eyes you ever did see. "I stole it from some -- well I got hungry and -- anyways." He had stopped moving by then, nice grin 'pon his face and such. Though, truth be told, he did look at the fur covered kitty 'sif he wanted to eat it.
Satoshi fixes Whess with an infuriated look, the blue of her eyes glacial and foreboding against the sharp glint of amber streaks, and neither holds a glimmer of mercy. The only hesitance that comes from the bristling feline is the brief pause she makes to hiss to Kasyr, "I remember. And I'll fix it right now. Get the littler one for me?" Once the words are out, Satoshi rises to her feet in a single fluid motion and walks heavily toward Whess as a hand reaches up to tug Asorial--itself bristling with excitement rather than fury--from its perch, letting the by now familiar scythe settle into her grasp. "Set the kitten down -now-," there's no room for second-guessing in her icy voice, it's an order, plain, simple, and directed at the halfling, her damnable thrall. There's hardly a gap between the order's deliverance and Satoshi's next movement. A swing of Asorial back and a dash forward through the snow is made, the blade singing its bloodlust as its brought in a wide arch before the feline, with Whess' neck in its direct path. Satoshi's not giving out anymore second chances.
Kasyr spares just enough time to give the feline a brief nod, before he sprints up behind her. Whereas the felines intentions were murder and destructions- the hybrids were exactly as ordered. Interception. The only deviance is that the tieflings interception comes in the form of a rather hasty feet first Dash -&- slide in towards the halfling. The ploy was simple enough- an attempt at getting in close enough to catch the kitten, whilst at the same time providing Kasyr with an opportunity to entangle Whess' legs and hold him still for Satoshi' intended killing blow.
Reamka had ignored the words passed between Kasyr and Satoshi. Without a second thought to hsi intentions the lycan leaned forwards and made a high speed sprint towards the halfling and the helpless cub. His eyes were clear as the anger rang through his body.
Whess :: Like a lost child, a sick puppy. A weakling. The halfling obeys - the child is set 'pon frosted ground - and his actions were oblivious. He was so upswept by Satoshi - she had made him what he was after all - so enthused by her mere presence that he did not so much as struggle as Kasyr's grip came around his legs. He fell to the ground, back first, and eyed the stars. Well then. Now it started to set in a bit. Asorial. Damn, where was Twiggy when he needed him? Kasyr, having bound him. "Wait. Wait. No. No!" He wiggled a bit, and if he had been wearing shoes it would have been pointless - but halflings were a slimey folk and he wiggled right out of Kasyr's grasp, only to trip and fall 'pon his back again. Scooting now, shuffling feet against dirt, he backed away until he hit the tavern wall. Hands, one missing three fingers, flared out in front of his eyes. He was gonna die. Ohnoes.
Whess throws something in there about Reamka and such.
Satoshi dutifully trudges after the scrambling Whess, Asorial's haft bouncing on her shoulder in a grim beat. The halfling's words and shielding pose do nothing to alter the feline's course as she takes a stance before him and lets the scythe drop down to rest upon the snow. "Stop moving," again that tone demanding total obedience of the thrall. Taking a shuddering breath, the seething mage hefts Asorial two-handed over her head in that executioner's pose. "I'm sorry, Whess..." Barely a whisper and without the lacing of an order to it, Satoshi offers her halfling companion at least the simple comfort he once took her in voice--that voice that had anchored him in unlife with her phantom song. A song now being hummed, lullaby and elegy for him, as the glacial scythe is brought forward and down in a single sweep, gravity pulling its wicked blade toward the center of Whess' head.
Vladimir said to Sebastian, "What exactly is going on out here?" Sebastian said to Vladimir, "I think there going to kill the halfling, think they might let me have the body..." Vladimir snickers lightly, shaking his head, "Ah, I see." He replies, fixating cobalt hues upon Whess as he further adjusts his attention to the situation, amused.
Whess :: It wasn't pretty. The noise. Picture someone stuffing a lubricated hand into a half empty jar of mayonaise. But, such as it were, the halfling didn't move a hair. She had said. She said it. And he obeyed. Eyes closed before Asorial ever made its descent toward earth, the halfling was cut in two. Cleanly. Down the middle. It could be noted, that a tiny smile resided 'pon his wretched features. Contentment? Maybe. One thing was for certain however. This halfling, was, dead. Well. Deader than he was five minutes ago.
Kasyr gingerly draws himself up into a standing position, Feline child still cradled in his arms. And surprisingly, the tiefling even covers her eyes when the final blow is delivered. That being said, whilst the child was spared the horrors of sight- the hybrid still found it necessary to take his place at Satoshis' side, peering down at the halflings Carcass. "...I suppose we ought to speak with Talisia as to this development. Since we had left him in her care."
Satoshi avoids looking at the two halves of the former halfling, instead focusing on dismissing Asorial with no more than a light pat to the scythe. With the Wrathful weapon gone, Satoshi finds herself suddenly weary and grateful for the tiefling's presence as she slumps heavily against him. "Can we inform her later..? I'd rather... just go home for now," the magus murmurs before pausing to eye the little one still held by Kasyr. "What are we going to do about this one..? He sounded like he had killed any mother..." Like she's avoiding looking at his corpse, Satoshi also avoids speaking Whess' name. It's not every day you execute your thrall.
Sebastian said to Satoshi, "I can take of the body."
Satoshi gives Sebastian a blank look. "Do what you will..."
Sebastian shrugs and starts digging a whole with his bare hands to put the body in.
Kasyr briefly stares at the wide eyed kitten he was still holding onto, before finally glancing over towards the feline, "So...From Keeping an eye on a Thrall, to keeping an eye on a kid? ..At least it's easier. ...I think." Offering a disheartened sigh, the hybrid begins to move onwards, though he briefly stares at Sebastien, "If you're searching for a soul, my beloveds weapon cleaved it when it cleaved him. Elsewise, ...Just avoid making the mistake he did."
Sebastian said to Kasyr, "He accepted his punishment, that should be remembered and honored."
Reamka watched the tiefling and the feline quietly, curiously. He did not wish to intrude, but the woman's weapon had peaked his curiosity. The haze once more returning to his eyes, he turned towards the tavern. Though it would likely go unnoticed he gave a quick wave over his shoulder to the pair not really noting the others who had gathered.
Kain takes his sword and roughly marks out the size the hole would have to be, then says, "Cut the limbs off, wouldn't need as big 'o a grave," as he begins aiding Sebastion in deepening the rough grave.
Sebastian after finishing the hole puts the halflings body into it and covers it back up. He then moves to get a huge rock and places it at the grave as a headstone.
Satoshi once more gives Sebastian an unreadable expression. "Honor all you damn please. I'm quite done with this affair." A miyew from the kitten provokes a grimace before the mage adds, "Mostly... At least this one is cuter..." And from there, it's just a bit of relying on tieflings for support and wandering back home.
Sebastian said, "I believe that should do it... Thanks for your aid stranger."
Whess vanished before your eyes, perhaps never to be seen again.