Will narrowed his eyes, Aldrich was right about one thing. That there was no honor in striking down a man that barely could stand.
He slowly sheathed his Silentedge back on its holster. “I was planning on attacking only if you wouldn’t talk.” He declares. “I’m just sick and tired of the lies.” He slams his hands on the table.
“So I’m sorry if I don’t seem too overly approaching.” He said, looking at Aldrich. “And now, how about you start answering some basic questions?” He suggested. “It shouldn’t be a problem for a man of your stature, you are a priest are you not?”
“Yes, Deacon…” He nods, taking a chair and turned it back as he sat down, and rested his arms on the table.
“Now, let’s do this again.” He said. “Who are you truly?” He asked. “What is your relation with Bloodfang? Why did he call you Worm King and why do you have this strange aura even I can sense.”
“Firstly, my name is Aldrich as far as I can remember… As for who I am truly, i suppose I would be best described as a misanthrope… Regarding Bloodfang, A long time ago when my Homeland was being ravaged we called out to him… begged as we fell like flies, and he ignored us… As for my ‘aura’ I think you’re just paranoid… Which is understandable; tall thin man, pale skin, and covered in runes is not the epitome of a reputable looking person.”
OOC: I’ve never mentioned the forbidden lands anywhere near Will, nor have any of the other characters I have spoken to about this mentioned it… that’s a little too big a jump for Will to make.
“The Great Nest was fabled for its power… Rather foolishly I believed their Ruler was Benevolent, and would be able to save with this power… as you can probably tell that wasn’t true. However, I have heard tell in my time spent travelling of a blade that can supposedly rival Bloodfang’s own…The Calibur Sword I believe it was called… Perhaps with that I can strike down Bloodfang!” His face and voice were deeply pained as he spoke, as if the mere act of discussing was physical agony to him.
Reyna feels cold around her. She feels a crunch under her feet.
In front of her, an intense heat suddenly assaults her.
She sees a glimpse of something. Fire.
Suddenly, she feels the wind rushing around her, as the crunch speeds up. Suddenly, she stops. She hears a growling.
She feels herself draw her bow.
A hot, burning pain shoots through her side. She feels an explosion of energy release from her body.
She looks down. She sees blood in the snow. She sees rocks and stones and malformed earth all around her, and in front of her she sees a pair of paws, steam rising up from where they rest in the snow. She looks up, and staring back at her she sees-
Reyna awoke with a start, shooting up in her bed and barely holding back a scream. She takes a few ragged breaths. “A dream.” She mutters. “It…it was just a dream.”
She gets up and heads downstairs, ready to get some food.
Hearing the sound of Reyna’s panicked kicks Aldrich attempts to stand, leaning heavily on his sheathed Estoc. He only makes a few steps before falling onto the floor, with great effort he pushes himself back and limps toward the staircase, grasping onto the railing for support once within range.
Reyna was out of options. She went downstairs, pushing past anyone that might be there and went out the door and around to the side of the building, trying to find Fran’s window.