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For The Horde [Quest] (Marcello/Bruma)

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For The Horde [Quest] (Marcello/Bruma)  Empty Thu Jun 10, 2021 4:43 pm


For The Horde [Quest] (Marcello/Bruma)  DRN

Dusk was nearing as Ariael walked from the inner parts of Baska towards its outskirts. He had arrived in Baska only days ago and had encountered a man with a skull head the night before. Once again had he been approached with a quest, however this quest was different due to the fact that he would be taking along two unknown individuals with him. His mind wondered in curiosity as he thought whether the two would be strong or not. Ariael still hadn't encountered anyone in Fiore who was worth his while, but maybe all of that would change by the end of the night?

A mystical crown covered his head along with a shield strapped to his back. He had yet come across a weapon he could call his own, but Ariael felt that the wait for one wouldn't be long. With a dark cloak covering his body, he scanned the grassy plains. The location where he was to meet the two had not yet come into view. Apparently somewhere around the area there would be a large sign that showed you were on the borders of Baska.

The wind loudly howled from his right. Turning his head, Ariael would see the sign and begin walking towards it. Every since that day his senses had increased greatly. He could smell things that he hadn't been able to before, see things that would have been harder to see, and hear noises that the human ear couldn't possibly pick up. It was as if his training had changed the very core of his being. Arriving at the sign, he would lean his back up against it and wait for the arrival of his "partners".


For The Horde [Quest] (Marcello/Bruma)  Empty Thu Jun 10, 2021 7:01 pm

It's been some time since Marcello took a night job, but never before had he considered undead monster culling a "job". Needless to say, his two iron battleaxes would do the job. He already had a peculiar strength for someone his size, as there were men twice his size incapable of swinging a single axe as he did. However, if a form of consecration was required for this venture, then he would be unprepared.

Marcello looked to Bruma, and observed her for a moment. Calm, collected, as though this were another day for her. Maybe she had already fought undead things in Iceberg? Well, there was no guarantee they would tangle with the undead. From what Marcello understood, coralling the walking mob towards a travelers encampment would do the job too. Either decision, moving a supposed lug of a monstrosity, or giving the traveling campers one last gift, seemed to involve effort. However, he was already leaning towards the more difficult fight, depending on the circumstances.

It was getting colder. His axes felt heavier than usual, and he was more aware of his armor than before. Dealing in matters of death always left one more aware, the senses more acute. If he hadn't felt slightly nervous he would be more concerned, it would be a sign of recklessness and dullness. The sign was now visible. A figure was leaning against it, comfortably, despite the wind beginning to pick up. He looked to Bruma and whispered, "That might be it. I just noticed too, they're expecting us."


For The Horde [Quest] (Marcello/Bruma)  Empty Fri Jun 11, 2021 2:33 pm

"There's no need to whisper," Bruma suggested to her other half as they approached the rundown sign from out of the surrounding darkness. She walked side-by-side Marcello for the most part, throwing him a side glance on occasioned as his loft weapons glinted from the moonlight. She hoped this night would not require a great deal of battle; although she had never seen one, she suspected zombies were stupid and slow, and therefore easily led and corralled where they were needed. She did not give much moral consideration to the task, caring little for what the necromancer who contacted them planned to do with his runaway undead.

As the more defensive of the two, Bruma started to outpace Marcello just slightly so as to approach the stranger they were to meet up with first. Like her, he was stressed in a cloak as well, though, her cloak was a bright white and seemingly made from arctic furs as if she were freezing. It was somewhat bulky as well and managed to cover most of her body below her neck. She did indeed feel a sudden chill, however, as a light breeze brushed through her hair, no doubt carrying her scent which would have been reminiscent of mint; that is, the smell of a fresh flower mixed with a cold sensation.

Bruma stopped just a few meters short from the stranger, eyeing his noticable crown which, though odd at first site, appeared oddly fitting on the man. She wasn't sure what to think of him just yet, whether to be cautious or to place her faith that he would not lead them into a disaster.

"Bruma Bhaltair," she introduced herself without even needed to be asked, "and this is my husband, Marcello. We've come assist with the undead issue." She decided to speak somewhat ambiguously in case someone was watching. "If you've decided on a plan, we will carry it out," she explained, hoping the waiting man had a better grasp on the situation than the two who had just arrived.


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