RP:Wolf Warlock Takes Weak Woman

Summary: Desparrow abducts Pilar, maiming Eyrie physician Harold and Pilar's drake Mikau in the process. Pilar got a good hit in, though.

Northern Outpost

Pilar had a lot on her mind. The rescue had been a success, for the most part, but the deaths incurred weighed heavily upon her. The elf's condition was horrible, and her dear friend was suffering too, though in an entirely different way. And the worst part was, there was little and less she could do about it. For now, she was distracting herself with her duties. She was with Harold Les'nowitz, the Eyrie's lead physician, learning how to care for a broken wing. Her patient was none other than her own frost drake, Mikau, who had gotten a little overzealous in his flying and had clipped a tree. THAT hadn't broken his wing; the rough landing had. The drake was sitting in the snow, looking surly, while Harold explained the ins and outs of setting a bone when said bone was hollow. He demonstrated, earning a draconic grimace from Mikau. Pilar patted her drake's side and he snorted irritably.

Desparrow had finally perfected what he believed was the cure for vampirism, having translated the text from Sabine's texts and was in a spot in life he was willing and ready to test it out. What a better experiment victim than the one whom he said he'd cure in the first place. He had spies, and the information he had received was more than enough to allow him knowledge of where to find her. Desparrow was entirely disguised, even his magical signature was bound when he teleported onto the scene through a swirling vortex. From beneath his hooded cloak the metal snout of a half-helm was poking from the shadow. He smelled like a lycanthrope though, and of vanilla and lavender. Initially he just watched through his single azure hue which peered through the right socket of his helm while remaining silent.

Pilar felt the crackle of magic in the air as Desparrow appeared, and caught the sudden, new scent. It wasn't one she recognized, and when she turned to look at him, she still saw nothing familiar. However, the sudden appearance, followed by silence, put her on edge. She placed a hand on Mikau's head, drawing some comfort from her companion's presence. Harold, ever the cool customer, barely glanced up from his work bandaging Mikau's wing and said, "Hey there, friend. Anything the Eyrie can do for you?"

Desparrow turned his one-eyed gaze from Pilar, to Mikau, and then to Harold who addressed him. "Nothing." the voice was altered a bit as well.. rougher, more weary. "Actually." as he stepped closer, carrying the weight of authority heavy with every footfall towards the group he did speak. "I will wait a moment longer as I contemplate what it is I want, actually.. are you a veterinarian?"

Pilar finally recognized something. That voice. It was Desparrow! Different, just a bit, but close enough to put her on guard. She swallowed hard and her hand went to the knife at her waist. Harold finished his work then stood up, dusting off his hands. "Yes and no. I take care of the Eyrie mounts, but I specialize in dragons, and I don't recommend telling a dragon they need a vet, rather than a doctor. I'm Harold Les'nowitz. And who might you be?"

Desparrow did not make any sort of hostility towards anyone present. "Well.. could you fix this?" he walked up to the doctor and held out his left hand. Nothing abnormal about it in the slightest. The issue is something you couldn't see. "I was protecting someone from a crazed druid that decided to start throwing lightning. I blocked one of the bolts with my gauntlet.." he was indeed wearing a gauntlet. "The heat from the bolt burned my flesh.. and I think the metal fused to my flesh.. or at least my flesh burned to the point it sank into my hand.. I would like it removed." as he spoke however his single azure hue remained locked on Pilar.

Pilar squirmed under Desparrow's gaze as Harold hissed through his teeth. "Aw, damn. That's a hefty order. Removing this gauntlet is going to hurt and your arm may never have full function again, unless you know a decent magical healer." His eyes flitted to Pilar. "What d you think, Pilar? Think you can help?" Pilar looked almost betrayed by him dragging her into it. "I-I-I don't have the magic. I can, I can apply ointments, salves, bandages, but magic healing... I don't know how." "Hmm. Well, in that case, go into town and see if you can grab a shaman or something," Harold instructed. Pilar hesitated. She didn't want to leave Harold and Mikau alone with Desparrow. He was dangerous, he could hurt them! Why he would, she didn't know, but then, who could understand the thoughts of a madman?

Desparrow knew that it was dangerous, well the risk for himself personally was kinda high, but he actually had no worries. His body would regenerate, and he could find a healer to repair the damage if it proved to be too much. "I would rather not have this gauntlet stuck on my hand forever. Whatever you need to do doctor, to get the job done." he had a small, sly smile as Pilar was told to go get a shaman. "The pain is excruciating, especially when i move, and i feel my flesh tearing whenever i even move a finger." surely Pilar would believe it to be fitting for the lunatic, but perhaps she also felt a bit of sorrow for the man, especially since it was an injury acquired when protecting another. "That druid I managed to drive off before he hurt anyone else, but I didn't fare off too well. Heh. It is no matter though if you can't do it, its not like I can't keep living with this injury."

Pilar was a gentle soul, and part of her did feel bad for his pain. However, he was also a mass murderer, and her more logical mind felt he deserved it and more for what he'd done, protection be damned. Harold looked at Pilar again. "What are you waiting for? Get going!" Pilar looked between them, shaking slightly, and finally said, "No." "No? What do you mean, no?" Harold was more shocked than anything else. He knew Pilar to be a kind and loving spirit, and for her to refuse to help someone in need was astounding, and not in the good way. Still shaking, Pilar drew her knife. "Th-th-this man is Desparrow Ryder. He k-killed tons of people in Cenril. H-He needs to leave, and, and not come back!" Mikau snapped his jaws at Desparrow and growled.

Desparrow turned his gaze down to her knife, and then Mikau. "That is a shame you feel that way Pilar. I am sorry that is has come to this." He moved his injured hand back to his side, beneath the flaps of his cloak where it was concealed while his right arm remained in plain view. What followed was the sharp cracking of glass and then its shattering, the sound emanating from his hip. Several vials of distilled magic were broken releasing their contents in the form of an opalescent mist that enshrouded his form. "Sadly Harold I must apologize for this." in an instant he had conjured several small spheres that fired piercing eldritch beams in the man's direction that would strike multiple vital organs for a fatal ending. "I can't allow civilians to know I exist. You can blame Pilar for revealing my name."

Pilar screamed as Harold crumpled to the ground. His body twitched slightly, so Desparrow's aim might have been off thanks to that missing eye, but Harold would need help soon if he was to make it. Mikau snarled and jumped at Desparrow, attempting to latch onto his arm. "Mikau, get back!" Pilar cried as she swiped her knife at Desparrow's unguarded jaw. Even if it only passed near Desparrow, its magic-draining properties would suck up part of the raw arcane energy that surrounded him. If it hit, it would have drained the magic straight from Desparrow's body.

Desparrow didn't bother with the doctor after he fell, not caring in the slightest of his fate. The small drake did manage to catch his gauntleted hand and the tensile strength of his jaw was unnerving when the metal threatened to crumple on his hand and ruin it. This caused him to use his enhanced supernatural strength to whip the drake around and fling him from his hand, which gave Pilar the opening she needed. The knife missed his face but grazed him from his clavicle, and then sliced through his leather armor and through his flesh with ease. What happened was not to be expected however for instead of cutting him and bleeding he evaporated. The flesh and bone flaked away like ash, rising into the air and disintegrating into smaller and smaller particles until there was nothing before their very eyes. Desparrow was screaming, stunned and in horror as part of his essence was ripped from his very existence. There was nothing where the knife touched, no wound to speak of, it was simply gone, a trench carved into his body by that wicked knife. His scream was blood curdling to say the least but it was short lived for his horror and anguish was replaced by an incomparable rage. "You wretched cur!" Magic condensed around him as he swung out his left arm towards her face with fury-boosted strength to knock aside the vampire woman before he decided to deal with her in a more deserving manner.

Pilar clapped a hand over her mouth, almost as shocked and horrified as Desparrow. She hadn't expected THAT. What... what was he? Was he even mortal? There was little time to dwell on that thought, as the next thing she knew, as she was sucker-punched right in the face. She went down, dropping her knife and hitting the ground with a thug. She groaned, barely conscious, her head ringing. Mikau, with a grunt, managed to get back to his feet and, seeing his mother figure downed, roared in rage and unleashed his icy breath, aiming to freeze Desparrow in place.

Desparrow was still seething when she went down. The knife had caught his attention briefly, until Mikau bothered to try and assail him with his elemental breath. He swivelled to face the drake and held out his hand, conjuring up a barrier of force that blocked the ice itself, but the cold pierced through his gauntlet causing minor frostbite to the hand beneath. Great.. One hand burned, one hand frozen. Not a good day. "You inferior pest! Begone!" with that he cast from his free hand two blades which altered space. They were flung from his claws towards the drake and would create a rift between the drake's shoulders and his wings, painlessly severing them from his body before he cast a spell that would send Mikau flying back. The wings would lay on the ground useless, a clean cut. Then he moved to grab the knife gingerly by its handle and stored it in his belt before moving to stand over Pilar with a grimace.

Pilar saw what happened through blurry vision. "M-Mikau... no..." she moaned. The drake lay motionless, unconscious in the snow, blood dripping from his wounds. Desparrow's shadow fell over her and she looked up at him, fear in her eyes. "No..." she whispered, the word barely audible.

Desparrow snarled in response to the woman but with the last of the magic he had released from the vials he wreathed both of them in tendrils of light before whisking them away to another place.. a special place he had prepared just for her. She probably wouldn't recognize it when they got there, but it didn't matter.. He'd knock her out most likely upon arrival, in preparation for the big event.