RP:The Winged, The Icy, And The Dead

Part of the The Day I Tried To Live Arc

Summary: Thamalys and Emilia happen upon Khitti during the vampiress' supply run to Mrs. Mallard's and inquire about whether or not they can join her for the Shadow Plane mission.

Merchant Street, Cenril

Khitti had only just arrived back on the mainland, via the Tranquility, that was now docked at the harbor, and its crew gathering supplies around town. The redhead too was gathering supplies, but of a different nature: namely, of the sweet variety. Oh, of course, she’d sent someone else on their way to fetch Brand his supply of whisky for the trip, but she had needs too, man! She had needs and wants that were begging to be fulfilled and only some of Mrs. Mallard’s spectacular carrot cake with that lovely balance of sweet glorious frosting and savory carrots and spices would do. So, there she was, heading along the road from the docks, on past the weapon and armor shops (though she did linger in front of the music shop for a bit--those violins were gorgeous!), and would continue on into the bakery unless she was stopped by someone or something. Khitti was on a mission--a mission to pick up her order of five large cakes that’d been sent along sometime before when she was still in Rynvale. It was time for a break, damn it, even if it’s just a little one. And, okay, maybe she’d share the cake with a couple people. Maybe Brand and Dominic (if he actually managed to be around for once)...and Lionel...maybe even Meri. But no one else!

Thamalys broke free from the noisy realm of the music shop utilising the full extent of his poise - which is to say, none at all. Slamming the door against the bricks, the Avian eventually succeeded in gaining some open air, albeit the sheer number of pesky-wingless beings amassed within the winding alleys of Cenril did not exactly manage to improve his mood. “By the Wind, they are - everywhere…” he groaned, nonetheless keeping said door open in order to allow the far tinier shapes of the Wintry Lady to make an exit as well. The odd-looking duo ventured from the chilly Frostmawian peaks all the way to sodding - according to his very personal taste, that is… - Cenril for two reasons at least. The first one did involve the search for a very peculiar musical instrument - which they managed to track down indeed - while the second one revolved around the shadowy features of the Red Headed presently setting foot into the bakery. “Why, this is very convenient timing, indeed… over there, about to enter that emporium… that must be her! Or so it would seem, based on Sabrina’s description… what do you reckon?” inquired the Spellblade, a skinny arm outstretching in that very direction for the Ice Genasi to easily follow his hint. Clad in his simplest attire, black leather pants wrapping tightly his impossibly long legs, light blue shirt covering a decent portion of his tattooed skin, the Blue would have almost managed to mingle properly with the swaying mass of shoppers, had it not been for the colossal shape of his silvery wings, presently neatly furled and yet queerly contrasting with the rest of his bony lineaments. Whatever the answer of the Icy One, the Winged Beast would have thus hinted a couple of paces toward the darkish figure of the Vampire, the knotty mass of his waist-long dreadlocks ominously oscillating across chest and shoulders alike, where the towering shape of the Gossamer Halberd perched upon the crowd. Neatly laced in the very same fashion, the Spellblade carried a bulky satchel as well, while the usual, feathery company of Nebb could have been seen circling upon the streets, high enough for the massive Red Kite to avoid the thriving confusion. Solid deep blue eyes squarely set on the fast-moving target ahead, the Avian would have still waited for the Genasi’s answer before plunging into the crowd, elbows high enough.

Emilia had to covered her mouth with a small black glossy hand to keep herself from bursting out in a fit of laughter at the rough exit scene of the Blue out into the streets of Cenril from the music shop. Containing herself the Genasi skipped out the open door, thanks Thamalys for being such a gentleman, into the street with a much more graceful departure of the establishment. Compared to her counterpart the woman appeared child sized, barely reaching five feet, with a mass of wild untamed white curls bouncing about her skin-and-bone frame. It could be argued that there was more curls than there was Genasi. It was not just the size factor that left Emilia standing out in the crowd, but the fact that nearly everything of the woman was as white as freshly fallen snow from the curls atop her head to the flesh pulled snug over her bones to the flowing spring gown as her only form of clothing. Color came in minor bits with eyes a lightly tinted blue that matched the death-blue lips and nails of the happy-go-lucky Genasi with faint silver freckled over her nose and cheeks, just a solid black glossy hand that gave the most amount of contrast to the skipping ice-statue of a woman. “Oh, I think you might be right or perhaps wrong. I know she mentioned a red-head and an adventure to come, but that is all I can remember of her story that night...I fear I drank too much. Yet, just in case let us follow her into that building! Worst case we picked the wrong person to stalk, but we can get some nice treat for finding that bloody flute in that most noisy of a building!” she exclaimed over the crowd with a delight squeal. Reaching out to take his hand into her much smaller frozen one, if allowed, before starting off on a skipping run through the crowd with an avian in hand so that the duo wouldn’t get separated on their newest mission; Stalk Khitti into the bakery. Pulling Thamalys along with her the Genasi would add, “Hopefully she is nice and doesn’t try to gut us in front of all those customers…” Sadly to say all of this excitement bursting from the small lady mixed with the moisture in the air from the ocean didn’t mix well with the ever frigid cold leaking from her. As a result it started to snow in Cenril along the pathway between the bakery to the music shop, all areas outside of those shops uneffected. Large fluffy flakes of snow falling in a gentle pace down upon the citizens. Khitti might find herself being attacked by a gusting wind carrying these fluffy bits of snow before she could manage to get inside the bakery for her treats.

Snow? Why snow? Why is there snow? It was certainly no longer winter and neither was it cold. Or maybe it was cold, and she just couldn’t tell--she was dead after all. It did stop her in her tracks, though, making the five foot six Khitti just a wee bit wary as she sensed the vaguely magical nature of the fluffy white flakes that fell on her head. Perhaps the woman who’d been prophesied as the harbinger of death and destruction by those in the Plane of Shadow was being followed by another harbinger, one of a wintry doom? Turning about, she spied the first the ridiculously tall avian and then the genasi that followed, and eyebrow raised as she realized that the clearly icy female was likely the culprit of the snow...and they both seemed fixed on her. There’s a moment of hesitation--for she could back right into the bakery and hopefully avoid some sort of fight--but ultimately, she’d put herself on guard and ask, “Can I help you two…?” Khitti frowned a little, realizing she’d left all her weapons on Brand’s ship and that she wasn’t particularly in the mood of using her magic right now--having it tied to a bitchy shadow creature sort of dampens that want. That and having just gotten out of a rather large battle with bugs only a day or so before--but she’d endeavor to humor them for a moment.

Thamalys duly followed the Genasi along that frosty dash across the overcrowded street, the Blue nervously witnessing snow falling and eyebrows raising - were the two of them to be accused and imprisoned one more time for bringing some chilly havoc into the City? “M’lady…” he just muttered through clenched teeth, hoping the Icy One would be able to contain his powers to the extent of just making an odd impression upon the diverse variety of customers presently staring at the snowy sky. No time to add anything else, as the queer duo was already within the reach of the Necromancer’s salutation, to which an awkward silence followed. “Well, possibly. I mean…” stuttered the Spellblade, rapidly scrutinising the many tattoos escaping the fabric covering much of the shadowy figure in front of him, soon after eyeing the Wintry Lady as to seek confirmation - after all, Sabrina’s indications, albeit punctual as usual, would have applied for a number of, say, Vailkrin dwellers. Turning again toward the Shadowy One, he would have pointed a bony finger at her, at the very same time canting his cranium to the right, as to ponder the following inquiry himself. “Miss… von Schreier, are you not?” he begun in a brisk tone, showing off the most awful pronunciation of said family name the whole of Lithrydel had ever heard . “I… go by the name of Thamalys” - stiff bow would have followed - “ and this…” - said bow would have merged into another one partially addressed to the Genasi - “ is Emilia. We both have the honour of serving the Healer’s Guild. In fact, it was the Guild Leader… why, Sabrina, that is, who sent us. It would seem you are about to venture… well, somewhere I would not dare to discuss on the doorstep of a bakery. And yet, here we are. To help, of course, to serve, to heal and to wound if needed…” he proceeded, a wide snarl surfacing across that pointy, tattooed face. “And, also…” he would have hinted before realising his very personal reasons to set foot into the Shadow Plane had the potential of upset the Immortal quite a lot. As such, he stopped mid sentence, turning instead to the Frosty Lady, solid blue eyes silently asking for some support. At that point, the scene was stormed by a rather pissed off Nebb, who did not exactly enjoyed being caught off-guard by a magical snowy gust. As such, the Red Kite would have swiftly perched himself upon the Winged Beast’s shoulder, for some reason squawking madly, the full power of his piercing voice directed toward the Vampire. “Great Sven, what is - wrong - with you…” he whisper the Blue while trying to calm down his feathery companion, still intent to scream at the Necromancer.

Emilia stared at Thamalys for a moment trying to understand his remark as the duo crossed the short distance from Music shop to Bakery, this caused the small lady to nearly plow over another citizen traveling in the opposite direction. A lucky miss of a accident as the hurrying man in a suit, late for a very important date, stepped around the incoming pair and kept on his merry way. Then it was their turn to stop, having reaching the red headed vampress outside of the bakery where the aroma of freshly baked goods could be smelled even with the door to the establishment shut, causing a faint growl to rumble in the belly of the frozen woman. A sad look crossed over the features of the little white lady who couldn’t remember the last time she enjoyed a fresh warm anything. Luckily for Thamalys and Nebb alike the excitement lost in the rush to Khitti had waned taking with it the falling snow and chilled wind. A short moment of falling rain as the flakes melted before all was clear as a bright spring day in Cenril once more. Nothing like a strange moment of snow in Spring to be ranted about in the paper. Standing at the side of the much taller winged man the Genasi let him talk for the most part while those almost colorless ice-blue eyes studied Khitti from toe to head taking in not just her appearance, but her mannerism as well. At the time of being introduced the Genasi gave a small bow before offering her strange right hand, glossy smooth as ice and black, for a proper shake if the other woman choose to accept it, “Just call me Emi, the rest of the world does” she added in correction to the Blue giving out her full first name. With that look from the Winged One and his lingering silence after also the Genasi started in without missing a beat, as if it was a planned out thing to have her continue the talking, “Also, we find that such an adventure into a great unknown place such as your current chosen destination would be most benefitted by having an extra set of healer’s on board the journey. Of course, skilled healers with the ability to fend for themselves should the need arise in an unexpected attack.” Really, the Genasi was more curious than anything about this new location Khitti was going to and the idea of adventure was mixed in with that, there would be nearly no way the Genasi would not give it her best sales pitch to go along with Thamalys too, of course. Then it was Nebb going off like that bloody siren alarm that once stood in this city. Turning annoyed eyes upon the winged companion Emi began wagging a finger like a mother lecturing a child at him, “Nebb! You sure in the world know better than to be acting like that! Oh, you better shut that beak of yours and be a good birdy or else you don’t want to find out what you will look like a plucked bird!” Anyone that knew the Genasi would known that threat was harmless, she’d never defeather Nebb.

Thamalys’ unfinished sentence did not go unnoticed whatsoever, and it only caused Khitti to scrutinize him further through narrowed eyelids as he looked to ‘Emi’ for backup. “Khitti is fine, zhank you, “ she’d finally respond, her non-Lithrydelian accent making itself known more full now. “And, I see. Yes. Sabrina -is- going.” There was clear hesitation as she eyed the genasi’s hand, clearly slightly put off by the color of it. “Uh, forgive me for being a bit forward but are you afflicted by something? Vhy is your hand blackened?” Oh my god, Khitti. You can’t just go around asking people why their hands are black. She eventually takes it nevertheless, returning the offered handshake. It’s not like she’ll get the Black Plague or anything. “I just ask because zhere are several humans going vith us. A bit overprotective of zhem, you see. I truly don’t mean anything by it.” When the physical greeting is over, she gives Emilia a splaying of her hands, as if to say that she means no offense. “And, Thamalys vas it?” Khitti finally addressed the towering winged male with a raised brow, “I do believe you vere going to say something else.” If there were to be others going, that may have ulterior motives, she was certainly going to root them out--she -did- just deal with Gevurah, Matron of the entire Underdark in Rynvale, so she’s not entirely trusting of everyone just yet save for a few. “You can go, provided you listen to your boss, should she give you an order--” that being Sabrina “--to Brand, zhe captain of zhe Tranquility, zhe ship ve’ll be taking, and to me. I’m zhe only one zhat knows vell enough of zhis place, zhough Brand and Knight-Commander Lionel has been zhere as vell. The crowd on the road was obvious, and Khitti was starting to feel slightly overwhelmed by it all. She hadn’t expected this, and had not prepared for it mentally. “Ve’re leaving zhis port a day from now, but you are velcome to meet us zhere in Chartsend, at zhe docks in four days’ time. Be zhere -early-, before zhe sun comes up.”

Thamalys literally clamped his right hand on Nebb’s beak, eventually bringing some long-awaited silence into the scenery - although in fairness, the Genasi’s rebuke already went a long way to calm down the Kite. The Blue, however, not so much. “Why, there is - definitely - nothing wrong with…” snapped the Avian, actually hinting a step toward the Necromancer, before almost certainly the Icy One would have intervened. “Overprotective, aye? Well, I… I may be familiar with that particular feeling, Ms. Khitti…” muttered in an undertone the Spellbalde, before shaking his head, dreadlocks swaying accordingly. In the very meantime, a couple of lads exited the bakery, heads buried in the largest loaf of garlic bread one could have possibly imagined, the heavenly smell of the latter catching the whole attention of the ever-hungry Blue before he managed to focus again on the Vampire’s last words. “Sabrina’s words are law to me, make no mistake…” he pointed out in his most solemn voice, “…and, I shall have no problem to listen thoroughly to this… Brand - and Lionel alike. In fact, Miss, I can assure you we’ll remain most quiet and well-behaved, in the hope that our intervention would never have to be requested. Also, our directives are crystal clear: from the moment we enter... well, you-know-where, till the very moment we’ll leave, we are to obey your direct orders as well. I, will not question, will not ask - I have been executing the will of the Tzur's for more than a century, after all. Four days’ time, aye? M’lady, we’d better hurry up, then, as fast as I can fly, such distances do claim some toll on these wings…” he went, stretching the rims of those silvery curtains as to probe the air a tiny bit, always eager, “… and we’ll have to get back to Frostmaw before embarking onto this rather dark journey… “ pondered the Spellblade turning to the Wintry Lady.

Emilia shook hands with the other woman, not offended at all by her comment about her having some problem since her hand was black. Said hand was cold, not just cold but so cold that even against the flesh of a vampire the chill still could be felt. Unlike a normal hand that black hand felt just like ice instead of flesh and was colder than what if felt like. Letting go of the hand after the shake the Genasi rested it upon the arm of Thamalys that had stepped forward in her defense, overprotective much. Speaking up the lass spoke in a gentle wintery tone, “My hand is just dark ice instead of soft fleshly snow like the rest of me. Worst case I will only give your humans some frostbite or turn them into a statue or cause another storm like in Larket, no biggie. To that notion, I can follow orders most of the time, but you should know that though Sabrina leads me I am the second in command to the Healer’s Guild, thus I do know how to handle my ranking.” The words fell silent as thamalys continued with some more words of his own. It was nice to be able to exchange words with the small group like a proper adult conversation. Those had been lacking as of late in her life with more than just a single other person. There was a soft smile on those blue lips aimed at Khitti, “It was a pleasure to meet you and I am looking forward to this adventure of yours. I can guarantee that we shall be promptly early for the outing. Thank you for this opportunity.” Turning toward the Winged One she would finally take her hand off his arm, knowing full well she’d not cause him a burn from the prolonged touch, “I agree. If we are to keep to her schedule then we best be getting on our way. I feel that we have taken up enough of her time as I. I believe there is sweets she is after and we are keeping her from them.”

“It’s not so much zhat you need to remain as quiet as mice or some such, “ Khitti would start, tilting her head somewhat to eye the bird whose beak was just clamped shut, “It’s just it’s very dangerous in zhe Plane of Shadow. Just be cautious is all. Be prepared for anything. Come armed, if necessary.” Her attention would shift to Emilia at this point, “I’m going to assume you likely don’t need weapons, though,” a knowing smile given to the female, “And, right. I, erm, don’t really keep up much on zhe other guilds, to be honest. Zhe Varrior’s Guild, and soon zhe Necromancer’s have so far and vill soon take up a bit of my time. As for your guild specifically, someone of my kind vouldn’t really fit in zhere vell, so I never took zhe time to really look into details--ranks and such, zhat is.” There’s hesitation, when it’s acknowledged that she should probably go, but ultimately she’d nod. Khitti was very unsure about taking strangers to what could possibly be their doom. She does manage a warm smile for them though finally, as well as a “I’m certain everything vill be perfectly fine. Ve’ll start early in zhe morning, before zhe sun comes up. You should need supplies or anything, unless zhere’s specific healing components zhat you zhink you might need. Otherwise, everything vill already be on zhe Tranquility--it’s vhy ve’re here in Cenril, actually.” With that said, she points at the bakery, “And, zhat’s vhy I’m -here-, for my own private supplies.” Khitti dipped her head to both of them, then slipped inside the building, but not before adding, “And, should something come up and you’re not able to make it, send vord to zhe imports and real estate office. Ve’ve goods to drop off zhere, so ve’ll get your message.” And then, she was off with a wave to both of them.

Thamalys nodded intently. “Aye, we’ll bring a blade or two…” he assured, casually waving a thin net of blue flames in front of him, much to the excitement of Nebb, immediately proceeding to try and peck the glowing streaks of fire. “We shall leave you to secure your… well, your private supplies, then…” he added, keenly inhaling the scent of bread which embraced them all. “M’lady… shall we?” he inquired to the Wintry Lady, stepping back swiftly enough, judging the space and eventually kneeling, left wing outstretching to a decent extent - enough to allow the Genasi to climb on his shoulders, not to mention to gain some dumbfounded stare from the many Cenril’s shoppers. In any case, he would have concluded with a concise salutation to the Vampire. “Till soon, Ms. Khitti…” he uttered in a soft tone, before petrifying quite a number of onlookers by unfurling the whole length of those silvery curtains, the tiny figure of the Icy One most likely in place already. A fairly brisk run up, a massive swooping motion, and the Blue would have ventured into the skies once more, the feathery profile of Nebb duly following - to the chilly peaks of Frostmaw, albeit that much anticipated journey into the darkness was almost upon them…