Seear's Dance Rp [5/5]

"Heard a scream, decided to investigate, found you three"

 

"Heard a scream, decided to investigate, found that."
Gesture at the monk.

 

"Yeah no idea what that is, definetly not human at least... Right the name's Deton, what's yours cloak-man?"

 

"Wren."

 

"Any idea what the screaming was about?"

 

"Someone had a sword and stood over someone else on the ground."
(If the someone with the sword was Valk, replace that someone with he)

 

"So someone was killed?"

 

"Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere more...warm? Some of us don't like the cold atmosphere Varla has."
Fraise sighed softly once more as a cool breeze brushed past him. He silently chided himself for forgetting to pack warm clothing.

 

"Sure, I'm in no rush"

 

"Wonderful. I propose the Dark Willow, assuming that everyone else is willing to sit within five to ten feet of each other? Some tea will surely warm everyone's senses."
A caring yet slightly mischievous grin grew on Fraise's face. He liked the idea that was slowly growing in his mind.

 

"No."

"I'm in a rush."
"Since there are already so many people here, I'll take my leave."

 

Fraise quirked an eyebrow and brushed some strands of hair peering over his eyes aside. He crossed his arms as he spoke to the young man in the cloak,
"Oh, so soon? To think I was just about to mention that spear of yours. If I could guess, that's from the deserts of Aatsura, no? Anyways, what plans could you possibly have to not spend some time with a lovely yet...interesting group such as us?"

 

Meanwhile

Darx is there still and listening still nervously analyzing the situation.

 

I back away, keeping everyone in sight before rounding a corner and leaving.

 

I follow you

Once I catch up with you Darx says:

"That was scary. I hope nothing eerie like that happens again soon."

 

Nod.
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Wait, @Tisaun , because of the time skip, what areas have I explored already? :/

 

I'll look at Vitiate and say "I guess you're the only one that's left. What are you?"

 

"I am many things. I was many things. I am known best by my public title perhaps, Keeper of the Korrest, the monks which I lead.
You may feel inclined to ask if I am good or bad. Such simple, binary constructs of morality do not fit me, and as such cannot restrain me. Neither can you restrain me.

The Scrolls were written in the Dream, the Unifying Vision of Chaos. Me.
The stars. The sky. The ground. The sea. These are written to be in service of order. Balance. Living in harmony, alongside each other, designed to acquiesce to order. Of which I am the Deviant. I serve one thing alone: Discord. It is because the Scrolls have foretold of my victory, in which the world will be plunged into anarchy at my hands. Evil, Good, it is no matter. Should it acquiesce to to disorder, it is my obligation to follow it to the end. And thusly written are the Scrolls;

Glory to Vitiate Teaneran,
Who leaves the weakest most barren,
Power without fluke,
Of disorder, Duke,
Serpent of Illiarel, Eiran!

Great Serpent, shining like a blade,
Only to Discord does he aid,
All praise him, "Glorious",
Chaos' chosen nexus,
A "Reborn God" as has been said.

And that was written the first Scroll.


Make no mistake. I am not your own, weak flesh. I do not end."

 

"What the hell are you smoking?"

 

Fraise scoffed and smacked Deton's arm, not really caring that the two younger men walked off. He was a tad disappointed that they just left without a word, but he guessed they weren't really ready for his company yet. A shame.
"I thought that was a rather lovely introduction. Poetic, in a sense. You make a rather...unique first impression, Vitiate. May I ask what brings you here to Colden?"
He smirked to himself, growing used to the cool breezes that flew past them. For once, Fraise was actually grateful for less company.