RP:The Gathering Begins
Teaser to The Anders' Expedition Arc.
Anders, a black cloaked character is standing, gazing out over the panoramic landscape view far beneath the mountain cliff. Beside, and slightly behind the necromancer stands a single zombie, almost looking nauseous from the height. "uh, boss? have I ever told you that.. I have a thing against high places..?" the zombie says, as he turns away from the plummething depth. The wind picks up, if only a little, catching the necromancer's black cloak, making it flow gracefully for a few moments, before the wind stills itself. The necromancer seems completely unbothered, as he keeps gazing over the view. The necromancer is clad fully in black, with a hood hiding his true identity and nature. The necromancer, to those who can smell it over the stench of decay emanating from his companion, smells of Myrrh, a sickly-sweet scent.
Nymh sensed a presence outside the tower, not too far away, though far enough that his tower wasn't noticeable... he smelled necromantic magic, and the corpse tearer sapling outside leaned in the direction of the tantalizing scent. Nymh took his leave of his tower, with Sinnea in tow, in all of his gothic finery... he looked a little gothic doll. He teleported in a series of short blinks towards the hill, where the necromancer was, curious. He remained unobtrusive in his approach, controlling his own energies and by simple invocations... one of invisibility, and an adjusted shield of entropy... Once within sight of the necromancer, he stopped, and looked over the being and his undead... humans. Both dead... the cloaked one smelled of Myrrh, and looked to be more intelligent than it's companion by the way it stood... and the power it exuded. No way to tell, though, without looking closer... But Nymh's first priority was to determine the reason for his presence. He would keep his distance, and observe in silence. Or would've, if Sinnea hadn't appeared on the more simple zombie's shoulder, picking her nose... too comfortable with undead. Nymh smacked his face with his palm in frustration, as her razor sharp vertebrae bone tial twitched above the zombie's shoulder, her rotted wings folded.
The zombie talks "so, boss, do you think anyone’ll show u-" he notices the... thing on his shoulder "-the hells?" The necromancer turns around, looking at his companion, straight at the faerie-thing with rotten wings on top his companion's shoulder "....."
Sinnea giggles as she catches their attention, dangling her legs off of the zombie's shoulder, and laughing like she had heard a great joke. Nymh stepped forth from his concealment to introduce himself properly... and ask forgiveness of his companion once more. "Good sir, forgive the faerie, she is... simple, would be an accurate description. Her name is Sinnea Yrntat, and mine Nymh et Hel Tor Nifleheim. We come without hostile intention... but are passing curious as to your own intentions, for you see, you are quite close to our home. Might I have the privelege of knowing your name?" Nymh 's voice is laced with his usual beguilements, his voice carrying raw power and beauty... The voice of a devil when he bargains for your soul. Close as he was, a 6 inch tall pixie in black could be hard to miss, even in midday... except for the dark magic’s that churned within him, making, to those who sensed such things, him quite easy to notice.
Veriun appeared over the ledge in front of Anders, wings spread like a ascending eagle. Having come flying gracefully from below, now descending slowly forwards. Landing on the cliff by the necromancer. Looking around the area analytically before turning to face the undead. "Weren't you gathering a expedition?" he questions with a raised eyebrow. Sounding rather casual about it, however, as if it did not matter that much.
Anders turns his head back towards the avian, nodding to him, before speaking in a deep, hollow voice. "Indeed I am." then he turns to look back at the black-clad pixie "My name is Anders, and I am merely here to gather those who wish to join my.. Expedition.." he gazes over the path leading to the overlook "..Yet those seem nonexistent so far." he gazes back at the faerie-thing. "And do not worry. At least you seem more civilized than the living of Kelay, since you have yet to assault us."
Nymh raises an eyebrow and looks at the undead, breaking the usual placidity of his expression. "Expedition? Hmm.." He looks thoughtful for a moment, weighing whether he was too busy to travel a tad. He did love to get out of the tower and explore, did so rather often. "I have no intention of bringing hostility to those who do nothing to provoke it. I am.. better acquainted with undeath than the simple inhabitants of Kelay. I am hardly a living thing myself. I.. take it the avian travels with you?"
Veriun turns towards Nymh with a slight smile and performs a most well-practiced flourish bow with his wide-brimmed hat. As he stood up he spoke. "Not quite. I am Anders' source. The one with the map and information. The guide, I suppose you could call me." lifting his left hand which held a old-looking scroll, probably a map as the avian had hinted at. "The actual expedition I will leave to Anders and his expedition." he adds with a slightly wider smile, placing his hat back upon his head as a way to emphasize his statements. At least that's the effect it had, intentional or not.
Arcos was here following up on a rumor he had heard. A very interesting rumor indeed. The dark avian had always made it a point to keep an extra eye or two on Veriun, and this time his vigilance had paid off. Death and magic were just two of many things that could catch this avian's attention and hearing about some kind of expedition had tempted Arcos to follow along uninvited or not. As the avian in question circles above, his shadow would no doubt give him away before he descended to the ground level and landed several feet away from the group, scarlet eyes glued upon them as he slowly crosses his arms. "Veriun," Arcos said as his gaze shifted over to the man, "When I heard the rumor I thought it was a joke, but actually seeing you hear... I'm hurt. Why wasn't I invited?" The dark avian smirked, letting all know he was simply being sarcastic.
Anders looks at the new arrival. "It seems a new member of the expedition has arrived." the necromancer says in his deep, hollow voice. The zombie accompanying him, dressed in chainmail and carrying a mace at his side lets his hand rest atop the weapon's hilt, looks from face to face, then out over the height. As he looks out over the plummeth, the zombie's face grows tense, and he quickly looks away. The necromancer speaks again to the new arrival "And you were not explicitly invited, stranger, because those who cannot follow the instructions I penned onto the board would probably be a liability when we go out onto the expidition, but I bid you wellcome. I am Anders. May I ask your name?"
Nymh watched the next avian descend with growing impatience... he did not like having many unknown individuals near to his home... especially not those with any sort of personal power. Sinnea hopped off the zombie's shoulder and flew back to Nymh, cozying into his shoulder on the ground. "Sir Veriun, I believe your name was... what is the purpose of this expedition? Do these people seek something of import?"
Veriun turns to face arcos instead, tilting his head much like the bird which wings he possesses. "Oh, but it would seem your information was indeed incomplete, Arcos" he responds. Raising his head back in upright position. "I am not the leader of this expedition." he says and then looks towards Nymh "as such I refer all questions towards Anders, who is." looking back to arcos with a slightly widened smile and a sweeping of a arm and a gauntlet-clad hand, fingers spread "I am but the man with the map." he clarifies with a clearly amused voice. "I am not expedition material, one might say.." he added, taking pace and walking past Anders and his zombie towards the center of the cliff.
Arcos nodded his head in understanding before he takes the few steps needed to close the distance between them. "I see," Arcos says before turning to Anders with a quick tip of his long brimmed hat, much like the one Veriun wore. "My name is Arcos the Black, Director and Overseers of all Public Relations and Services of the Port Island Rynvale... Or so I will be once all the paperwork is finalized. Until then I am an unaffiliated private investigator. How wonderful to meet you." Arcos looked around once more, figuring that somebody had been left out of introductions. His scarlet gaze finding Nymh, the dark avian parted his lips to speak once more. "So we now have the leader and the 'man with the map', who, might I ask, is this little creature?" He asked, referring to the wingless pixie.
Anders nods slightly as Arcos introduces himself, and the zombie kicks a small rock in the background.
Veriun spins on his heel to face Arcos and Anders, spreading his arms. "Very well. Atleast three gathered. although, Anders, I hope there are more of your expedition coming. For this will be a high risk high reward venture. And the more people, the more survivors."