Long Nights [Quest]

[Captain Dawn]

"Another long night...."

The worn voice echoed from lone figure sitting hunched over a cool mug of local ale. He was an older man, years of stress, and fatigue from many sleepless nights was clearly shown in the fine black circles under his slightly reddened eyes. Pausing in thought for a moment his tightly gripping hand pulled the tankard to his lips allowing a deep intake of the bitter, powerful spirit. With a light gasp the half filled mug clattered back onto the table before him rolling back and forth on the wooden surface almost tipping over as it did so. Eyes casually glanced at the noise as it broke through the air, all attraction was quick to wane at the sight of its source.

It was a common sight to behold the Guard Captain in such a sleazy part of town, finding his only comfort to be in the dark brew which could be see clinging to his roughly trimmed beard. Not wanting to draw any attention those which found themselves closest to the man shifted tables quietly as not to find the mans focus on them as often was the case.

Eyes raising gently towards the sudden movement Dawn shrugged heavily with a deepened sigh.

"Ingrates...."
He muttered softly under his alcohol lathered breath.

Unconsciously the guard captains free hand found its way to his thigh, its light pressure trying to coax the flaring pain which burned its way through the muscle. Even after all these years he could still feel the old wound as if it was new, as if the blade was still driven deep to the bone with fresh blood spurting from the vein. At one point the drink and meds had been enough to kill the pain to nothing but now all the did was keep it at bay, just enough for him to continue going forward but never enough to live in peace.

Taking noticing of the uncontrolled movement a snarl came though his lips, dragging his hand violently back onto the tables surface with a quivering thud. In truth the pressure had been helping to draw the waves of pain back but he hated it, the rendering flesh and pain only reminding him of where he was. Once there had be so much potential in his life and now... he had been reduced to this... a drunkard... an official, but still a drunkard with an addiction to meds. There was a part of himself which knew he had done this to himself, but it was so much easier to throw hate at the world than at himself.

Reaching into the small inner pocket of his heavy cloak he drew out a crumpled parchment, once flat and finely scripted, now coated in wrinkles and smudged writing. It was a dispatch, or at least as close as one might get, more of a request for aid. Dawn, while a heavy drunk, was a solider to the end of his days and at his core law and order must be held within the city walls he watched over.  

The request had been simple enough, a gang of street thugs was creating a great deal of grief down in the slums of the city, where criminals lay in nests of those they've back stabbed and stole from. Truth be told the slums was a terrible mess in the capital city; Dawn wished for nothing more than dive straight in and clear out the scum of humanity from the wretched muck but budgets often didn't take in the consideration of suffering and crime in low commercial areas. Had it been ten years ago the man could have single handily cleaned up the poorest parts of city but years of the drink and a bum leg crushed such enthusiastic ideas.

Crumpling the ragged parchment up once more it was then tossed casually off to one side where it rolled about the tables surface for a moment before finding its way onto the floor with a light pat.

"Perhaps another day... in another life...."
He told himself, the all to familiar saying which followed him like mornings shadow.

[Samhain Aeramis]

The bustle of the crowd after a storm was always therapeutic to the city. It proved to everyone that they would be able to carry on their life despite whatever damage may have been done. The water pooled on the cobble stoned walkways and the smell of the distant sea salt hung in the air. Samhain’s boots plodded down the street as his eyes scanned the surrounding area. Not a single person turned to even see him there, how he wanted that to change.

Unlike the night after returning from the blubbering merchant’s shop the Aeramis lord had a new outfit on. His finer clothes were now completely covered up by a gift that had arrived from Stormpoint. The steward of the estate had, unbeknownst to Samhain, sent the Aeramis family armor out to get repaired and refurbished to battle ready condition. The steward then sent for the armor to be delivered to Samhain. While he was not thrilled with the surprise he would be lying if it did not bring him a bit of pride to be wearing the armor set. The reddish brown tint to the hardened leather gave off a slight shine under the clouded sun. Littered across the hardened leather were silver steel studs. The sleeves of the armor came all the way down to just below his elbows from there a pair of vambraces protected his forearms. The bottom of the armor came down to just above his knees with a thick belt wrapped around his waist. The neck of the armor was actually adjustable to allow some breathing room around the neck. The button fastened was a large circular pin that had the Aeramis family crest imprinted on it. On the back of the armor was a embossing of a falcon with its wings spread out to the sides. It had originally been lined with gold thread however this had long faded to almost nothing. His quiver and bow hung from his back.

“Elly, where is this Guard Captain now?” Samhain as they made their way down the street. Despite not being known by the local people he walked with his head held high. “And are you sure that this lead is going to be worth our time? I am really not in the mood to go on a wild goose chase that is going to only waste our time. I am in no mood for your little pranks,” He added with a side glance.

[Eallyrl]

Eallyrl’s attire was simple when compared to the armor Samhain wore. In the past she had worn a partial suit of leather, but travel and time was not friendly to such materials. Eventually the fitted hide had become unsalvageable. So, for now, she wore cloth. The majority of her outfit was hidden by the cloak draped over her shoulders. While a lush red on the inside, its exterior was a dull blackish-brown. Unlike her master, she had no need of attention. In most scenarios she preferred to go unnoticed if at all possible. That explanation would also support why she had her cowl pulled so low. The large hood dipped past her nose and the shadow of it ended just shy of her upper lip. More often than not, advertising she was a Shroudling, held no benefits.

”We are almost there.” Was the girl’s initial response before her lips curled into a grin. ”As for his task, it is worth our time. It is nothing glamorous, only the removal of riff-raff, but it pays. Otherwise I would not have dared pull you from our luxurious quarters.” If he had a retort or not, she gave him no time to voice it. With a few quick steps she took the lead. Earlier that night she had seen Dawn enter an establishment with a less than reputable name, The Pissing Pot. Not a glorious name, but it fit. The alcohol was cheap and even if you didn’t have a pot to piss in, you could likely afford a drink or two.

Through the damp streets she led him until they passed under the sign itself. For his safety, Eallyrl entered first and held the door. One could never be too certain on what they were walking into when entering a tavern. On several occasions the elf had nearly caught a chair or mug in the face if she hadn’t been quick enough to duck. The place was crowded, but she knew who she was looking for and the man wasn’t known for the company he held.

”I shall introduce you, M’Lord.” Her transition to formality was as natural as the steps she took to navigate the tables and drunken patrons. For all her jesting and sometimes mischievous habits, Eallyrl would never risk embarrassing Samhain in anyway while in public.

Around several tables she went before she closed in on the Captain. While her hood remained up while she drew close, her hands lifted to pull it back as she stepped up alongside the man’s table. Her somewhat messy brown-auburn hair slipped free as the cowl fell to her back, the ink on her face visible as well as what clearly distinguished her from her free kin, black eyes. Being a slave was not flattering to most, but the rogue could care less what the perceptions of others were, save Samhain’s own.

”Guard Captain Dawn, forgive me, but my master wishes to meet with you in regard to the city’s most recent request for aid. Captain, Lord Samhain Aeramis.” As her hands motioned to him, Eallyrl stepped aside, head inclined out of respect. She had not bothered to introduce herself because who she was, didn’t really matter. Shroudlings were slaves and the property of others, their names and desires hardly mattered. Most thought the species as a whole was capable of little beyond servitude. The silver lining was, rarely did others pay them much mind…an oversight that often made her job easier.

[Captain Dawn]

There had been a sudden in the room which Dawn had picked up on, his eyes hadn't laid upon the two newcomers but it had been a cool burst of night air, heavy with moist which brushed across his face that caught his attention. Mouth pressed gently to the edge of the nearly empty mug Dawn's eyes scanned out across the other bar patrons till they fell upon the new form which stood in the door way, her body pressing against the door way allowing for another to set in after. A eye brow rose at the two heavily cloaked figures, fresh rain dripping from their bodies and onto the squeaking floor boards of the dank bar. With a slight shrug of his shoulder Dawn pushed them off as another set of street goers looking for a dry place and cheap drinks. It would have been easy enough to forget about them and return to his drink but movement from the corner of his vision called his attention back to the scene at hand.

It was the first of the two whose movement had called his focus back towards that direction, she was rather swift as she glided between tankards and random punches from drunks as she made her way through the sea of bodies. Having spent so many years working in the streets and out on the fields as a solider he could sense her, like a predator stalking its prey and even though her movements weren't always in a straight line he knew she was coming directly at him. Unconsciously Dawn felt the cold touch of steel in his right hand as it had dropped to lay upon the hilt of his short sword still snugly held in its scabbard. In all likelihood this person wouldn't attack in such a crowded place as this but her cloaked appear, agility movements like a snake gave her all the feeling of an assassin, it would have been to obvious of course leaving him plenty of time to counter whatever she might throw his way. Rather than stand or draw the weapon Dawn placed the tankard upon the tables surface and eyed the feminine figure as she made her way ever closer.

Dawn had to admit, even though his life could be in possible danger the swaying hips and mysterious shapely form of the woman was quite inciting. Upon arrival Dawn looked up at the woman with question in his eyes though no words ever left from his lips, after all they approached him there was nothing he could think of that he would want from her... well maybe a few things.

The sudden movement of the females hands towards her hood had caused Dawn to grip the hilt of his sword ever tighter but the pressure lessened when his eyes laid upon the woman's face.

"A slave."

His voice was rather monotone as he examined the girl, there was no two ways about it, she was beautiful, smooth, flawless skin, curves in all the right places and a angelic face to top it off. Whoever her master was the man was very lucky to find such a jewel in a sea of muck... very lucky.

Speaking to address her master Dawn's eyes furrowed for a moment at the given name till memories came flooding back through his dampened mind.

"Aeramis...? I though all of them where dead... oh no, I was thinking of the Irra Orcs of the north. Common mistake after all the are known for drinking into debt and losing all their lands to the great state."

Dawn laughed heavily followed by others who had been in ear shot of his comment. Some laughed out of fear of Dawn, just wanting to be on his good side while he was drinking, others laughed because the comment had been rather assuming. The Aeramis name had been the butt of the joke for quite some time in the capital and surrounding lands, all were familiar with the families debts.

"Enough of that...."

 Dawn paused to take in the last few bits of his drink before placing it upon the table.

"Would it bother you much get me a refill, Miss... I don't believe I got your name."

Dawn, his attention now turned back to the beautiful site of the elf slave who stood off to one side now. She was a gold piece plus ten as far he was concerned, the fact that she was a slave didn't retract from her appearance in the least to him regardless of his slightly drunken state.

[Samhain Aeramis]

He could smell the building before he saw it. Eallyrl had warned that they were going to be going to a seedier place of drink for the simple fact that the ale here was cheap. Drunks always flocked to the cheapest ale, it was one of the few ways they could enjoy themselves while keeping a roof over their heads. Unfortunately for Samhain his father never learned that trick. When Eallyrl pressed in through the door way the stench nearly knocked the young lord clear off his feet. It was as if a couple dozen grown men had gone to work and refused to bathe for three weeks while throwing up in a small bucket by the door when the ale became too much. Just as the thought passed through Samhain’s mind a man stumbled forward, placed his hand on the wall and wretched in a chamber pot that was actually located next to the door.

“Charming. Just simply charming,” Samhain stated under his breath as he rolled his eyes. When he looked up Eallyrl had disappeared from his sight. She had become too good at her job for his own liking sometimes. A moment later his eyes fell upon the slave and he made his way through the crowd. Unlike Eallryl who could slip in and out of small spaces in between people Samhain had to push his way through the crowd. Grunts and growls echoed in his ear as they did and it took all of his effort not to stick every last one of them with an arrow to the neck. He appeared just behind the elf as she finished her introduction of him, his perfect timing never failed him.

But his family name certainly did.

The Guard Captain a joke fly throughout the room about how the Aeramis name was no better than a band of orcs no one gave two shits about in the North. Then he followed it up with how it was actually the name of drunkards and debtors to the state. Samhain felt his blood boil under his skin as his father continued to stand in his way from beyond the grave. The debts had been settled but the stories no so. Taking a step forward he went to formally introduce himself when the Guard Captain’s attention returned to Elly before the young lord could even get a single word out. It was a snub and it was a purposeful one. He much preferred the sight of the elf just as his father had. With each passing moment he wanted to see the man’s head on a pike more and more.

Taking a step forward he pulled the chair out from the table and sat down. He did not ask to sit and he did care if the Captain objected. While he was bubbling with rage under the surface his face did not once betray his intentions. He had had years of training with his father on how not to react to something a drunkard said directly. Instead he found a much more entertaining method to dealing with this all.

“Eallryl, hold off on getting the Captain another round. I know we are disturbing his daily routine of drowning away any memories he may have accumulated but we need him clear minded. After all we are sitting with the great triumphant Guard Captain Dawn. I have heard so many stories about your bravery and your skill when I was merely five or six years of age. My father would tell me of stories of your deeds, in between drinks of course, of how you were once great and feared.” Those around the table let out a round of chuckles as they were more than happy to laugh at the young noble. He paused for dramatic effect before continuing.

“But I haven’t heard any new tales of your glory in quite some time. I truly do you hope you are well, it would be a shame to know that you have been hobbled or even forbid crippled. It would mean that you would have to turn to others to do the simplest of tasks; from running off criminals in the slums to catching thieves in the night. Surely that is not what happened at all,” The crowd around them fell much quieter at the latest comment that was lobbed at Dawn. He took it that it was not often that someone verbally barbed the Guard Captain back. “In any case I, LORD Samhain Aeramis, am more than happy to lend my aid to you with a task I hear need taken care of.” Samhain finished with a smile on his face. The smile had been adorned there the entire time he was talking with his tone never drifting beyond being light and almost seemingly carefree. While he couldn’t outright kill the man he certainly was not going to take his verbal punches either.

“By the way, she is a wild one. I would just stay away from her I doubt a prestigious man such as yourself would truly know how to tame her. Many have tried though,” Samhain added as his eyes darted to Elly. If she was smart she would play off of his last comments. There were many ways to manipulate a drunk and through his pants was a tried and true method. He knew, he had bastard siblings lounging at Stormpoint eating his food and drinking his flasks as they spoke.

[Eallyrl]

Eallyrl had not missed the movement of Dawn’s eyes as they looked her over. It was something she was used to honestly. Those hips of hers didn’t sway on their own. For the most part, she enjoyed the company of others whether they were male or female and when she wanted attention, she usually got it. Unfortunately they were here for business today, her master’s business to be specific. That of course did not prevent her from offering the small smile that took shape on her soft lips.

Even when he referred to her as “a slave” she could care less, she had been called far worse before. Slave was not flattering really, but it was…accurate. However, when he chose to insult Samhain and the Aeramis name she had to hold the back the scowl she wished to show. Her master was not the noble he should be, not yet, but he was far better a man than his father had ever been. Trained well enough, Eallyrl maintained her pleasant expression and when the Captain requested a drink, she looked to Samhain for permission.

To his credit, her master was not off put by the Captain’s less than favorable words nor did he allow her to retrieve the drink. Instead, he struck back with mockery of his own. Perhaps these two were more alike than either of them realized. One was a Lord’s son who had lost his family fortune through the actions of his father. The other was a former hero whose days were cut short by a single strike. Neither shined like they wished and both found themselves in the same putrid tavern thanks to the actions of others. She doubted they saw the similarities.

All the while her lips held that friendly and borderline flirtatious smile. The fact of the matter was, Dawn had once been a valiant warrior and no doubt once possessed the physique to match. Usually, that meant plenty of time spent with the ladies when he was off duty. He likely knew a trick or two she had not seen. Of course she could be a handful as well; Samhain so bold as to state it openly to the Captain since the man was so openly interested.

”Samhain…” To those not clever enough to see through it, the small gasp would seem to imply she was shocked. The smirk she flashed of course said otherwise. ”Besides…I am sure the Captain here has spent many nights with various ladies across the lands, I am no different.” Again it was likely clear to the Captain she was playing the innocent girl when that was far from the truth. Her dark eyes did scan him up and down once before they looked back to the table between the two. It was impolite to stare.

[Captain Dawn]

It appeared that the mud stained dog did have some bite behind its whimpers as Dawn's eye brow rose at Samhain's own jabs into the the past of the Captain. There was the briefest flash of anger in the captains eyes before his better senses took a hold. After years of military discipline and trudging through the roughest parts of the city even his slightly waning mind wouldn't been aroused by this man's attempts to douse the flames with oil. A deepened inhale of breath coursed through Dawn's nostrils as he drew breath to speak once again though his mouth wanting only to open for a cool drink.

"First off-"

Dawn's eyes turned towards that of Eallyrl.

"There's no need to standing while we chatter. Please join us at the table there is room enough for three. If not, that is acceptable as well."

With a gentle smile he spoke till his head cocked back towards Samhain; no longer did it hold a hint of joy.

"You have quite an eye for detail. Me, the GUARD captain letting others do tasks for me. If I didn't know any better I would have thought you read my job description. It's amazing really; reading, such adept skills for a polluted blood line."

Dawn responded, his tone flat with little rising of his voice.

Try as he might Samhain was in no- if any position to talk in such a fashion to a captain of the guard let alone Dawn himself. The young lord was correct in a few points but they matter little in magnitude and were easy enough for the captain to shrug off like the rain which slung from their still wet cloaks.

"Lord? I wouldn't say so. Sure the clothes you wear are that of a noble but put a suit on a shit and it's still shit, no matter how much it wishes to be something else."

This comment brought a uproar from the bar goers with fists pounding tables and fresh liquor spurting from their mouths. As much as the crowd liked to see someone take Dawn head on for once they loved to see a broken noble suffer all the more.

"I- and I think I speak for all within this bar-"

Dawn raised his arms up in the air to the people around him before counting again.

"-no this city- even this great Kingdom! That another wouldn't so much as let your line scrub their privy in fear of them gathering filth."

Another course of laughter broke out within the room as this time Dawn did let a grin appear upon his face this time allowing for the man to see it plain as day for this words held truth.

As much as Dawn would have liked to see aid with his task he had there needed to be a display of control with this Samhain; a broken noble had no power to push around and needed to put in his place.

Letting the sea of hearty bar goers clam down Dawn placed his chin on the palm of his hand before turning his eyes towards Eallyrl. The first impression he had of the woman had been correct even to this point but as she talked to about the Captains prowess in the bedroom he couldn't help to allow the grin to grow all the wider.

"Much appreciated my lady."

He titled his head towards one side in almost a bow.

"There is no worry about such thoughts, if any there might be towards this angelic figurine. Such a gem would best be saved for another much greater than this lowly vessel could ever hope to achieve."

At which point Dawn did preform a light bow of his upper body towards Eallyrl.

There was something fascinating about this elf, he had picked it up right when he laid eyes upon her but he felt like he needed to make a correction. She was defiantly a predator but not just any, she was a wolf. Cool, cunning and with fangs waiting to strike at a moments notice.

"If a person had a legion of soldiers like her... they could rule the world, and look damn good while doing it."

The internal thought causing him to chuckle thoughtfully before turning his gaze back towards Samhain with dissipating humor.

"Ah yes, the task. While I'm sure such lowly work is beyond that of a GREAT noble as yourself, a city needs leaders just as much as they need those who wipes their asses."

A few chuckles followed his comment before Dawn continued.

"In the slums of the city; even worse than the part you find yourself in currently, a band of street thugs, purse cuts, the typical low life have be causing quite a stir. Take care of them. Gut them, throw them off a cliff, what have you. As long as they are taken care of it doesn't matter how."

Dawn shrugged with both of his palms rising up in the air in dis-concern in the matter.

"It's late but try to avoid any civilian casualties, it tends to bring in to much paper work and I wouldn't think a man of your standing would be so spiteful as to hurt another to give me wrist pains."

Dawn chuckled at his comment before the joy quickly faded from his face. It was both a jab at Samhain as much as it was bringing up his bloodline; such an act of spite would hardly be a thing a noble would ever do.

"Oh and on another note. I know this town, I have informants in every dank, shattered alley, every shit stained sewer; if a pigeon shit lands upon your skull you better damn well believe I'll find out about it. Butcher this simple job and your family name will be the last of your worries; doors will close so fast around here it will be as though you've been struck by a hurricane. The coin will dry from your purse, food will always be a dream to your kind and nothing will be left of the GREAT Aeramis."

Dawn noted, scorn filled his voice towards the young noble.

"If all goes well however-"

Dawn spoke, softness turning to his once bitter voice.

"You shall be rewarded of course. Well enough to stave of your family's hunger pains and then some. Then... perhaps more work, more coin... maybe even a name for yourself. But let's not get ahead of ourselves."

[Samhain Aeramis]

The captain’s response was something that he should have expected. After all he was dealing with his father after all of the years of him being dead. But for whatever reason it caught him by surprise and nearly sent him clear over the edge. Each sentence stung more than the next and it took all of his effort not to rise to his feet, snatch an arrow from his quiver and then jam it into the side of his neck to watch him collapse over the table as he choked on his own blood. That would have to be for another day though because much to Samhain’s chagrin the Guard Captain was still needed alive for the moment.

Samhain rose silently to his feet with his armor fall back into the position that it was originally intended for. He could hear a few people in the crowd making hushed jokes at his expense. The Aeramis name had been ruined and this he knew. He had known this for quite some time now. However to be the butt of jokes from the scum in this bar was enough to make him explode.He wanted to see them all hang and slowly choke as the life disappeared from their eyes. He would have this entire building, no this entire block burned to the ground as punishment for their insults and mockery.

But despite all the anger Samhain’s hand never rose,it never shook and the anger never became visible. He would not give the Guard Captain the pleasure of knowing that he had gotten under his skin.

“I am a perceptive person, it helps in my dealings otherwise who know where we might be today. Just like I know much to your chagrin your men have been unable to do much to not only get rid of that gang that you talk about but the bigger pattern of violence that you have seen. The uptick in crime is related to a new player exerting their dominance within the slums,though relatively speaking this is not more than a half step up from there. If even that much.” The comment was meant as a slight to those in the audience that dared to make jest at Samhain’s expense. He wanted to remind them of how low on the actual totem pole they were.

“Am I correct in that assumption that your men have had little to no luck in actually finding this new source of crime? After all your men have not been able to ride this gang of criminals, and in an area where they are not welcome I doubt they would be able to find the true source of the crime. And as you have poignantly made note of my family’s current status I should fit in there just fine.” Samhain said with a smile. Dawn would not win, he refused to let it happen.

“So do you want the true source of this uptick in crime gone as well as the gang of criminals?” Samhain baited. Dawn, like his father, would love to see him fall flat on his face. In truth he only had a suspicion that there was a bigger player in this situation but it was a gamble that he was willing to take.

[Eallyrl]

A small smile and half curtsey came in response to the Captain’s invitation for her to sit with them. Despite how much Samhain held trust in her and how much he let her get away with, she was his property. In his eyes and those of the world, she was a slave. Her race, more than any were accepted as second class…no, third class citizens. Members of the other races found themselves in servitude, but even so they were not Shroudlings. In the eyes of many the fallen elves held no purpose beyond their roles as servants and bodyguards. Few of her kind lived free. That is why she had chosen to stand, her place not among those of higher social rank. Even the foulest of drunks was a rung above her. Personally she knew her wealth to be more than that, but appearance was everything.

Etiquette demanded that she stand while her master sat and spoke business, yet it also demanded that she accept the gracious offerings of her superiors. So she sat, her lithe frame slid into the seat between the two men without a sound. Almost every movement she made was a silent one, years of training and practice had made her footfalls on par with those of Death himself.

As for Dawn’s comments about her beauty, the small flushness in her cheeks made it clear she was flattered. The sheepish act she maintained was a farce though. While flirtatious and often being girlish was part of her personality, she did not lack the confidence to flirt herself if the situation permitted it. Here it did not, not with so many eyes on her and her master. Head bowed slightly as she sat, a simply response was all that came from the rogue.

”You are to kind, Captain.”

On one hand, Dawn complimented her whenever he could, yet in the same breath he insulted the man she knew absolute loyalty to. Had it been Samhain’s command or intent, the elf would be on top of the Captain in an instant, steel bared like fangs to protect the Areamis name. However, her master was no fool. What the Captain spoke was the truth in many regards and while it did not apply to Samhain himself, it was sadly the general consensus of the people that knew of the House. In time it would change, but for now it was all part of the game. And of course, her Lord would not hesitate to strike back with barbs of his own.

In silence she listened and absorbed. Between the comments and jabs there was information of importance. The problem in the slums was more than the city guard could currently handle. That alone hinted at more than just a new gang of thieves making their mark in Land’s Edge. Perhaps Samhain was right; maybe a more influential puppet master sat behind the scenes and was responsible for the current situation. As he suggested the possibility, Eallyrl’s eyes shifted back to Dawn. Surely he would want them to remove any and all threats?

”Samhain is right.” Most likely, she thought. “Beyond the current issue that plagues the slums, we could investigate further.” For more coin…but it was best not to throw that out on the table just yet. It made sense though. Taking out the scum in the streets would be pointless if there was an individual in charge behind the scenes. Such street level thugs were often replicable with a little coin or the promise of fame. Elly almost snorted. All this, yet Shroudlings were considered the most debased of the humanoids that inhabited this world.

[Captain Dawn]

Oh it had been far to long since Dawn had the chance to crawl under anothers skin and he relished every mocking comment that was sent towards Samhains direction, every sneer joke released from the awed audience only added more fuel to the bubbling cauldron. It was if the stars had aliened just for Dawn in these moments. Often more times than not it was Dawn who had to deal with the daily political boot licking and mock interests of the true nobles, those which actually held claims of land with wealth and men at their control. Luck had been on his side for Samhain to merely stumble into his lap like a fish snared on a hook and Dawn was like a young child, poking and prodding it with a stick to see how it reacted. Oh the joy! Had Dawn really had the mind of it he could have carried on in such a fashion till the storm outside died and the cows came home but at last matters of greater importance still lay restless.

Following his welcoming statement for Eallyrl to join them the woman paused with a flushed tone fluttering to her cheeks, the reaction itself brought a warm smile to the captains face and it grew all the wider as with a nod she joined them at the table.

"Think nothing of it. Regardless of the position you find yourself in you are welcomed to the discuss the matters at hand for a believe you will accompanying your master into fray. "

Dawn nodded towards the woman till a swift movement out of the corner of his eyes torn his vision from her and onto Samhain who now began to stand.

Dawn's eyes followed the rising form of Samhain as he stood from the chair which puddled water formed against its surface where he had been sitting. There was no motion from Dawn in reaction to the sudden movement for he was curious as to where this was going. Dawn loved to see a good public display even more so if the young man was about to make a fool of himself though it wasn't exactly the case as he spoke out across the room, all ears trained on his voice as it cracked out. A few looked away, some coughed uncomfortably and other kept their wicked grins held on their faces. It was true what Samhain spoke of and they knew it. As it stood while Samhain did have a noble name very few of them considered the man to be a noble; at least any longer. In times before the Aeramis name would have been one people spoke with pride of as being apart of the Garnet Isles but those times were long gone and few could recall such days. Simple folk, the kind that were found in such places as the dank tavern they rested in focused on the here and now. Will they be able to eat today. Will they be able to keep their home. Will their children make it another day in the streets; the future. The past mattered little to them for they lived for the here and now, and now the family name Aeramis was that of a joke. While the harsh words from a armed low noble might put them in their place while his presence was about it would fade the instant he walked back into the storm.

"Hmm.... quite the speech there."

Dawn sighed his eyes turning to gaze towards Eallyrl with a bored glaze over them till shoulder gave a slight shrug.

"Family’s current status...? Good lord! I find that insulting to the slums themselves. Whatever property value that land has left would surly be cursed once his royal highness over here steps upon its soil. Oh I dread at the thought!"

 Dawn clasped the sides of his face in a mock shudder of woe, his mouth slightly agap as he did so bring a rowdy chorus of laughter as he did so.

"Alast it suppose it must be done for the greater good."

Dawn noted with a shrug of his shoulders at the fact.

"And to answer your question. There was neither not a lack of luck but an absence of trying from my men since they have not ventured into that part of town regardless if I wish it to be so. While I do command the guard such liberties do not grant full control of the city and the slums are considered an area of 'lesser importance'".

Dawn twitched his index and middle fingers in the air to suggest he was quoting something spoken from another.

"It is high population, high density, but low commercial and industry. Very little of worth is found within the slums and therefore is considered lowly on the list of priorities."

He sighed bitterly with some discontent with the drumming of his fingers across the edge of the table as if in deep thought.

"And while it's possible there is much more to this than meets the eye never strike a hornets nest and expect to win without pain. That said remove the small band of thugs from this city or realm and nothing more; leave the stones unturned...at least for now. Think of this more as pest removal for a single building not the whole block." 

There wasn't a doubt in his mind that there was more to see through the fog which enveloped his vision as past experience had taught him however going in blindly would only cost him lives and prove for more trouble down the road. It was true that Samhain, being an independent contractor was expendable, but Dawn's conscious would tear at his wounded heart if more lives were cast away for nothing... and he couldn't stand the thought of the angelic gem to his side to be killed.

"As I said before, this is a simple job and just that. Get in take care of business and get out. There is no need to go up and beyond the call of duty since there is none to be found in this task. Once taken care of it can be looked into with more depth."

[Samhain Aeramis]

The water dripped from the armor as it hung from his body. It had made a small puddle at his feet as Samhain heard the storm outside starting to ramp up in intensity. It would surely make his job that much more of a pain than preferred. But he grew up where storms battered the lands regularly which meant that he was used to such weather. The crowd was watching with eager eyes waiting to see the end of exchange between the man and the drunkard. Captain Dawn had the upper hand at the current moment but that was not going to stay that way forever.

“Of course,” Samhain interjected at the concept that the drunkard had little rat like cretins running around the city ready to sell their souls away. A few may have even been blackmailed into agreeing to help him. It was proceeded by more insults and digs but it was what the lowly and unintelligible did. They were loud and crass and hid behind idiotic insults. With one final warning he made it perfectly clear that the drunkard fool knew two things about the situation; one that he did not give a shit about those who lived in the slums, but few did, and that Samhain was right about the bigger scheme. The captain did not want to let the young lord get any sort of credit for uncovering the ring’s true leaders.

Taking a slight bow and tilting his head towards the floor Samhain would show a degree of fake respect to the Guard Captain. As much as he despised him it was pointed out to him only the night before by Eallyrl that he did in fact have authority. “Consider these vermin expunged from the very streets they plague. I will even make sure they do not see the light of the morning sun,” Samhain said with a gracious smile. There were a few murmurs from behind him of those that doubted both his skill and that of Eallyrl. Turning to where the nearest murmurs came from. “That is right. Scum like my family knows exactly where the scum that the great Guard Captain often hangs out. After all they say bird of the feather flock together. So it will be my pleasure to help the city guard in removing this threat and they will be gone by the break of first light.” Samhain exclaimed as he nodded back to captain before his eyes shot over to Eallyrl. In a brief instant he non verbally told Elly to follow.

Samhain would turn and leave the bar and step out into the storm. The winds were beginning to pick and the rain began to thicken. His hands went back to the hood that sat the back of his neck. A quick flip of his hands the hood covered his head and the scowl that was emblazoned on his face. Samhain was not going to set foot in that shit hole unless he had too and he would wait for Elly outside until she was done flirting with the Captain.

[Eallyrl]

Samhain believed there was more to this problem than what one saw in the streets. Whether he was right or it was an error in his perspective, years spent watching the political game that often operated behind closed doors; their orders were to focus on the task at hand. Eallyrl was thorough in everything she did, but she was also firmly set to obey what she was told. Extra fun or entertainment often found the elf when she was about, yet never did she allow it to interfere with what she had been assigned. In this case it would be different. The directive came from the Captain of the Guard, a man of authority in most scenarios, but not when she worked alongside Samhain. On the streets, his word was law, regardless of what authority it contradicted.

As Dawn’s eyes fell on her once again, she maintained her silent tableside vigil. Willing to provide information when it was necessary, she understood her purpose was not to engage in casual conversation here. The Captain made countless jokes at her master’s expense and only through Samhain’s good graces were those around them allowed to live. Public image mattered and it would do him no good to replace the image of a drunkard with that of a madman. Quietly though, Elly had to wonder…did the men that hooted and laughed realize how close they sat to the edge? One word, not even, a simple nod from her master would have introduced them to the business end of her blades. The Goddess of drunken fools must have been on their side this night.

When Samhain was ready to leave, the glance was all she needed to know their time here was done. He took the lead as there was no reason for her to show him the path to the street. His initiative allowed her a short moment alone with Dawn. Intentional or not, Eallyrl could not pass up the opportunity. Her master out of earshot and out of sight, her freedoms expanded greatly.

At first she said nothing as her eyes shifted up and to the Captain’s face. With the same grace she had slide into the chair with, she rose. The fingertips of her right hand managed to brush the man’s knee as she stood the contact of course an “accident.”

” Enjoy you evening, Captain Dawn.” The formal reply as she turned to face him. Dark eyes angled down slightly they were soon to disappear as she pulled her hood back up over her head, but not before her tongue danced along her lower the lip. The gesture was akin to that of a plump noble woman when presented a tasty treat. Due to the way her hands clutched her hood, only he would catch the flirtatious gesture before the elf turned away. In silence she slipped into the crowd to follow her master, a definite sway of her hips visible as she moved away. If only she had more time.

Several seconds later she all but appeared alongside Samhain. Water already ran off the edges of her hood and cloaked shoulders. Expression hidden in the darkness of the storm choked night, her playful grin was not visible.

”All work and no play, Samhain. You really should learn to enjoy those you meet along the way.”

[Captain Dawn]

Dawn could sense the disdain and general lack of care of Samhain at the task that Dawn had assigned him, for all intensive purposes it was grunt work, a means to a end. In truth there wasn't a fiber in the captains body that could be found to give a damn about the broken nobles thoughts on the matter. Work was work, coin was coin and for one with no general sense of income there wasn't room to raise concern or compromise.

"Good, see to it. Though with the way his storm is going about I'm not sure the sun will rise again."

Dawn commented though mostly for his own sake as already Samhain was in the act of leaving.

There was a mock expression of shock to appear upon Dawn's face at Samhains bow but just like the fallen nobles gesture it was merely a display for each could easily read one another. It could be said that neither one thought highly of the other though that was putting it as drily as a raisin baking in the desert sun. However Dawn broke no voice on behalf of the mans gesture, his own glimmer of surprise sufficed in this instance. Had there been anything of note Dawn could have said, another jab at Samhains linage, or perhaps just his overall poverty stricken life but before voice could be raised in comment the young noble turn tailed and made a bee line towards the door he had entered from.

"What a shame. I thought we were getting along so well."

Dawn sighed dryly before his gaze turned towards that of Eallyrl once more, her shimmering black eyes meeting with his.

"If only twisted fates differed, then our union could have been fairer than current conditions deem."

He spoke, his words soft so only that Eallyrl could hear them.

Dawn couldn't help but recoil slightly to the woman gazing eyes over his face. The soliders blood in him felt as though she was sizing him up, analyzing him for any weakness there might be but his masculine side couldn't help but bolden at the extra attention.

Body flowing away from the chair like a river Dawn's eye widened slightly from the lightest touch upon his knee from the woman's brisk touch. Head raising to look into her face moments before the cowl of her cloak masked its smooth appearance but in that split second he could make out the lusty hunger that she displayed. Before a remark could be made the cloaks wavering movements blocked his view and seconds later her form disappeared from his site.

"So long wolf...."

 Dawn muttered before turning attention to the now filled tankard before him, the sticky draft spilling down its sides.

"When did-"

He questioned in confusion having seen the bottom of the container no longer than few seconds ago.

"The walking embodiment of death has passed through the gate to the storm."

A faint voice from over his shoulder could be heard leaving the captain to jump in his seat causing the wooden frame to creak in pain.

"For all that is holy!"

Dawn cursed, his body having been ready to spin about to strike, a dagger having already appeared firmly gripped in his hand.

Standing a few inches behind the captain was a figure draped in full black, from the leather cloak he donned down to his boots his body was like a void in the night. Glints of freshly sharpened steel lay fixed to a metal studded bandoleer while a powerful long bow hung carelessly over his right shoulder, strung and taught it was ready in a moments notice. His face, while hidden in the cusp of the donned hood, could be made out in some detail from Dawn who turned back around to face the filled tankard.

"The shadow remains at your backside, always following."

The man spoke before sliding around one side of the table, with effortless movement he quickly sat before Dawn without so much as making a creak.

"Again with the mysterious banter...? The boy... you're probably right. I believe he lusts to much for what is lost, and that will be his down fall... the elf on the other hand...."

Dawn spoke in honesty on the subject at hand yet his voice trailed off with thoughts of Eallyrl.

"Swaying like wind, eyes like marble, skin of the purest snow. All evil comes form the womb. The wolf, while a master piece of nature will always bare its teeth."

The cloaked man spoke, his arms now coming to lean upon the surface of the table.

"You mean its a ploy. Of course you daft rat but a man likes to dream. You would know if that leather didn't choke whatever manhood that is left down there."

Dawn pointed downward at the tables surface to gesture between the mans legs but the message was clear enough.

"Star's will fade, skies will fall, and the circles will shatter. Will they stand?"

The cloaked man spoke softly before rising from his chair just as swiftly as he had sat upon it. Without another word the man slipped away through the sea of people, none seeming to take notice of him as he slipped through another door leaving the building.

"Stars...? Always talking in riddles...."

Pausing with a shrug Dawn sighed, his thoughts pulling away from what happened and onto the fresh drink at hand. Reaching out to the tankard Dawn pressed the cooling liquid against his lips but it was the feeling that made him draw the tankard away from his face, his body leaning forward to glance at the spot where the man had leaned his arms.

"Nothing...."

Dawn muttered seeing no sight, no apparent stain of water which would have gripped to the mans body had be been out in the rain like the others. Just how long had he been standing behind him... and not been seen.

[Samhain Aeramis]

The water had already begun to soak through the top of his hood and run off of his brow. The small glimpse of sunshine they happened to experience on their way into the tavern was nothing more than a tease. A few faces past by him with a side glance as if trying to determine whether or not he was worth trying to mug. They were quickly deterred by the death stare that greeted them. Samhain’s eyes were all he needed to deter such petty criminals, though the bow and quiver did not hurt his cause either. A flash of light illuminated the sky above the city. Rolling thunder shook the buildings and frightened those who thought that greater beings were ready to descend upon the great human city.

The door opened behind him and with almost an eerie silence the door shut again. There could only be one person in that entire building able to do such a feat. His eyes never shifted towards the door but rather to the sky. His expectations were proven true when Elly’s trademark sass cut the storm’s air around the young. Though unlike the night before this time there would be no laughter but rather an intent stare and silence.

“I would try but it seems that my family’s last name is all they see at the current moment,” Samhain growled. Taking a step forward he began the trek towards the slums. He expected Eallyrl to be no more than two steps behind him where she belonged at the current moment. The wind pulled at his feet as the rain pattered against his family’s armor. “It is those people that will regret ever speaking a single foul word against me. Those that will loathe the memory of ever trying to tarnish my honor.” Samhain growled at a level only Eallyrl would be able to hear.

“Let his little rats watch and report our actions back to the truly honorable Captain. Hopefully we will be able to give them a show that they have never seen the likes of.” Taking a short breath Samhain stopped in the middle of the now barren street. There was only one image that was floating through his mind at that give moment. He was going to see the Captain strung up and flayed for his words in time. He would take great pleasure as he watched the man suffer and beg for forgiveness over the way he was treated. It would be another one of his dreams that would come true in time, nothing would stop him. His head snapping to Eallyrl as lightning flashed through the sky once again illuminating the rage that worn across his face in that moment. He uttered two sentences before turning once again and setting out for the slums at a brisk pace with the wind at their back.

“Draw your blades. It is time we went hunting.”

[Leaving Thread]

[Eallyrl]

Of course Eallyrl head him, she often heard everything that went around behind her. Strangely enough she said nothing in response to his claims. There was nothing that needed to be said. Despite where he stood in life now, she was confident the Aeramis name would rise again. For her it meant little in terms of station. No matter how high Samhain climbed, she was just a slave. However, behind closed door she knew things would be different. If she performed well, and she would, Samhain’s favor would give her pretty much whatever she desired. Elly almost liked her lips at the thought.

For now she needed to focus no work. Unfortunately for others, those that didn’t know the elf, her playful nature was easily pushed aside when business was to be done. The flirtatious girl, who was likely to spend the night with you if you put in a minimal effort, was just as likely to slit your throat while you slept.

As water pour around them, Eallyrl understood it was time for her other side to show itself. Behind Samhain, as silent as his shadow, she followed him into the rain choked night. Regardless of who it was behind this, she knew that before the sun rose this would be dealt with. The only question in her mind was, how many would they have to drop before the others fled?

[Leaving Thread]

[Samhain Aeramis]

I am requesting experience for this thread.

[Eallyrl]

(Coin please!)

[Void]

5496 Exp
-2.5 Rep
Rewarded for Samhain

1308 Coin
+2.2 Rep
Rewarded for Eallyrl