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[+orange "I.. uh. Know some...Er yeah, lets just get inside. I like that idea"]
The three would advance inside the dungeon, the front chamber presenting likely the least danger of all the room. Usually they were safe. Usually.
[+Orange "Yo, Fatui, we might want to party up before we actually start moving forward. Even if it is only temporary. So I guess the question is do you want me to invite the two of you, or, as I assume you are already in one of your own, will you be inviting me?"]
The adventurer seemed quite surprised at what Magistra had in her arsenal. She chuckled a little.
[+violet "Don't know much about alchemy do you big guy? I've got explosive potions, poisons, acids, healing pots, aphrodisiacs and love potions. If you're looking to buy, that is."] she'd say shooting him a wink and meshing her carapaced hands together, inverting them, then pushing them outwards, causing her knuckles to pop.
[+purple "Let's get inside before the weather decides to pick up."] With these words, Fatui moved to the center of the huge door and put his wrapped hands on them, pushing with all his might. And sure enough, a loud creaking could be heard as the ancient door moved aside before his strength. The berth was so wide that Fatui had to step forward whilst opening it. After a few seconds of effort, the doors were open wide enough for the three of them to enter with little issue.
On the inside was a massive antechamber, looking more befitting for a tomb. It was warm, and ancient Braziers burned all over the room.
[+violet "Alright Fatui, and Stax I guess. I'm guessing you aren't great at identifying alchemical reagents. I'm looking for Malokk's Grasp. It's a lot like ivy, but hostile. I need about two feet of it. I remember one of the tombs in this place had some wrapped around it last time I was here."] Fatui nodded in her direction, moving forward to begin exploring the chamber.
[+purple "Let's see what we can get into."]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=EB+Garamond] [size15 [EB+Garamond As he stamped out the fire, evidently Magistra did know him, as she promptly explained.
[+orange "Ehe. Well. Not sure how to take that. Thanks for not betting on the other guy I guess?" ]
As they reached what Fatui seemed to say was their destination, he couldn't help but be puzzled as Magistra pulled out several potions.
[+orange "Wait.. those aren't-"]
A multitude of explosions drowned out his words, as his jaw dropped. When the seemingly mad alchemist was done chucking potions he cried out.
[+orange "YOU HAVE GRENADES?! I MEAN, UH. EXPLODING... BOMB... POTIONS?!"]
They had caught him off guard, as they did with every fly. This one was particularly useful, and from the way he looked at Magistra, he may very well be caught in a different web altogether. Magistra smiled honestly, giving her plump lips a lick to keep the frost from building up on them. At that though, she put her hood back on her head, ass length red hair still spilling out onto the black parka.
Fatui answered his questions while she remained silent, rooting around in a leather satchel on her side for something.
[+purple "Yes, we've been before. Your issue is that the door often gets snowed in. We have an easy way through that little obstacle though."] it ticked in Magistra's mind that Stax was a name she knew. She'd even seen him fight before. She knew who he was. At this thought she chuckled.
[+violet "You're [b that] Stax aren't you! I saw you fight! I actually won a lot of gold that day."] it was then that she bit her tongue quickly. Fatui sighed aloud.
[+violet "Hope you still fight that fiercely. Who knows what we'll run into in there. Come on."] it seemed he had grabbed most of his necessities.
The three of them set off, Fatui leading the way while Magistra and Stax followed. The telltale signs of a trail were there, except not. Fatui was leading by memory alone, he could see something the other two couldn't until he stopped at what seemed to be just a massive snowbank.
[+purple "Alright Magistra, do your thing."] with a little giggle she stepped forward while Fatui stepped back. She quickly took her parka off, revealing her pale skin to the winter weather, an ornate bustier being her only clothing under it, and upon the black leather were dozens of tiny strange vials. But those weren't what she was reaching for, she was turning her parka inside out, revealing a grey furred interior lined with bigger potions, all glowing red and emitting a warmth that could be felt several feet away. She tied the inside out garment about her waist and began tossing the potions into the snow.
[+violet "Cover your ears boys!"] at this, a multitude of fiery explosions erupted from the snow, blowing or melting it away and revealing in the side of the mountain, a massive and meticulously designed door.
[+Magenta "Here we are."]
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With an exhale he let out the sudden tenseness that had come with having his 'opponent' rush him, only to shake his hand.
[+orange [i That's some speed holy shit.]] He thought to himself, as the man introduced the two of them.
It took a moment for their words to sink in, as he had been lost in the concept that for once, he wasn't dealing with hostile shitstains. If the guy was going to attack him, the dude would have used that speed to hit him while he was napping.
[+orange "..Wait, so yall know where the dungeon is? Hooooh. I been up here for the last week trying to find that stupid thing."]
He let out a dry, half laugh.
[+orange "Shit yeah.. That. That sounds nice.. I'm St-"]
He tripped over his name, almost forgetting that if they weren't hostile now, dropping his name might change that. The fact that his name would be revealed if he joined their party forced him to follow through.
[+orange "Stax... "]
There was a short pause after he said his name, as he attempted to read their faces for any sort of change. Either they didn't care, or it was much more difficult to understand the subtle facial ques that indicated derision, of someone who didn't have an entirely human face.
He found himself staring slightly too long at the girl's face. Magistra.
Dropping the usual 'fuck it, it's probably fine if I haven't been stabbed yet' logicbomb on the aforementioned infamy thing he returned to the issue at hand.
[+orange "Ahem. Nice to meet you guys. Leme just grab my shit and we can get on our way then.. eh?"]
[+purple "Very well, let us do this."]
He looked back at the woman for a brief moment. The woman nodded towards the man, and he rushed quickly into the adventurers sword range, not having drawn his blade, but rather throwing out his arm quickly. He grabbed the adventurers hand and quickly began shaking it vigorously. After a moment or two of the adventurer letting his sword arm hang limply in an awkward silence, the man stopped and took his mask off, revealing a faintly masculine face, gentle curves feeding into a strong jawline with a pair of stern purple, and faintly luminescent eyes. His fangs were hanging ominously from his upper jaw, and his breath smelt faintly sweet.
[+purple "My name is Fatui."]
[+violet "My name is Magistra,] [+magenta and we are spider siblings."]
They had no reason to kill this man. They were up here for the dungeon, same as him. It only made sense to the two of them to work together.
[+violet "I'm an alchemist and Fatui here is a sword for hire more often than not, sometimes he's a male pros-"]
[+purple "What my sister is trying to say is that we are here for a rare ingredient for a wealthy customer. It should be in the nearby dungeon, and we wanted to know if you wanted to tag along."] he had backed away from the man at this point, replacing his mask and shrugging his shoulders at the end of his statement, an informal party invitation.
If he didn't accept, it wasn't any skin off their back. It would just take a fair bit longer to clear the place out.
[+violet "We aren't looking for trouble, we just know this dungeon doesn't get visitors too often, so any help is welcome."]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=EB+Garamond] [size15 [EB+Garamond His bright blue eyes snapped open at her words. Just as his hand had found the alarm clock instinctively in the past, it found his sword.
[+orange "Nnnggh. Can't even take a nap this far up without some shit happening."]
In a flash he was up and at them, taking a fighting stance, his feet spread wide. Nearly put a foot in the fire to do that, and had to shuffle slightly to the side to actually achieve this action.. The sword was visually of low quality, with several chips in the blade. One could almost catch tetanus just from looking at the thing, with how rusted it was. It was held out towards them, angled strangely sideways, a slight indication that he was probably
On his chest was a dark plate that if one had observed him moments ago, was not there. It was chitinous not entirely unlike that which one of his two foes possessed naturally.
Analyzing his opponents, he found one to be a mummy and the other to be... a spider girl.
He frowned, as if he'd suddenly been fed something bitter. This wasn't going to be pleasant, he surmised.
[+orange "Well.. we gunna do this or what..."] He nodded towards the mummy, or more specifically his swords.
A pair of black silhouettes were painted against the snow. The man they stalked either hadn't taken notice of them or didn't care. Most likely the former. Black chitin and pale skin were the defining features. The figures were both gaunt, and could easily be mistaken as shadows of the mountain. They were looking at what appeared to be a lone adventurer in a camp that had been assembled on the plateau. The feminine figure drew back her hood, blood red hair spilling out onto her shoulders. She chuckled to herself, loud enough to hear.
[+violet "Is he really just going to go to sleep there?"] four eyes, each tinged a bloody red stared down the man who'd lain next to his campfire. She chuckled again, and ran her tongue over the fangs that hung over her lower lip. The other figure, a very shrouded one, his features hidden under a porcelain mask, spoke up.
[+purple "I certainly hope not. He's gotten so close to his goal."] the masculine figure stepped over the snowbank, his fine, black leather boots crunching the snow down as he approached the camp. From either side of himself hung an ornate blade, one straight, the other for thrusting. His pants were finely tailored, black,and tucked neatly into his boots. From the waist up his body was bound in wrappings, all the way down to his fingers, not a bit of his skin was visible, but his hair hung unkempt from the top of his head, ending just below where his ears presumably were.
The woman was behind him, wearing a heavy parka, and a pair of what seemed to be blue jeans. She didn't have any weapons, but her face was alluring, dangerously so. Her skin was as pale as the snow she walked on, a regular pair of grey sneakers donning her feet. Anyone who looked at her could tell she was spiderkin. The four eyes, the fangs, and the large bobbing abdomen that swayed behind her. Her compatriot was some unidentified humanoid, but they knew each other, and knew each other well.
[+violet "So, what brings the fly to the spiders web?"]
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He rubbed his hands together in a vain attempt to stave off the creeping cold. There was no snow [i yet] but that didn't mean it wasn't damn freezing this high up. A dungeon was his goal. There was one up here, supposedly. Only when he found himself there did he recognize the near impossibility of his task. All around were mountainous cliffs. Jagged cliffs and patches of vegetation clinging to the rock as if they were slowly slipping, a second away from plummeting.
[+orange "Sure, the damn thing is supposed to be up here. Somewhere. But how in the hell am I supposed to find it?! FUCK!"]
He kicked a nearby rock off the ledge, and watched it sail out of sight below. He'd made himself a small camp at the center of a rocky plateau. A tent, and a campfire. Basic stuff. He could build a fortress if he wanted, in a matter of hours even... but that would be a waste of resources and gold.
Stomping back to the camp he sat down next to the fire, pointing his hands to the fire. The man grumbled.
[+orange "If only frost resistance ACTUALLY worked against this cold... Stupid as hell."]
After a moment he laid down. Cold and tired, spending a few hours at camp resting was something he wasn't entirely against. It had been nearly a week of searching these mountains only to continuously turn up, not a fucking thing.
A ravenous core. That was what he needed. It was what they had used back then, and it was what he was going to use again.
The warmth of the fire convinced him to close his eyes. Sure, he had a bedroll, and a tent, but moving the tent any closer to the fire... A bad idea. You can't exactly put a fire inside of, or too near a tent for a large number of well known good reasons. So in an attempt to shield himself slightly from the wind, he curled up next to the fire. A nap should be fine. A passing thought warned him that he should probably set an alarm through the menu system, but he figured it would be fine as is.
Not like there was anyone real waiting on him any more...
Surge of the Angels? Seems her store had brought in a crazy one. From what she'd read, it was a spell as misunderstood as it was old. She'd done some reading up on it as a child, but only because it had a lot to do with alchemy.
Her father hadn't been the best dad. He was a drider after all. But he made sure she was the best damn alchemist around and that she knew how the world worked. At least he did that right.
She knew the spell had been incomplete for a long time. It was so old, that was bound to happen. Some of the knowledge got lost between some exchange or another. She didn't even know what the purpose of this spell was, but it was obvious from here that Lyanna was going to end up dead if she continued alone.
[+magenta "You know that spell has been incomplete for a really long time right? Even I don't know everything is supposed to be together for it, though I'm no wizard."] she spoke in a monotone, not sure how she'd help her. Well, the forsaken capital was where the spell was created.
[+magenta "The only place you'll find the original is the forsaken capital, and even then, you'd need a LOT of help to get in there, you'd also have to know where to look."] she dreaded the thought of being out in the sun longer than necessary, but she REALLY needed to make some friends out here.
[+magenta "I could help, for a price."]
[#6B0648 [b "Perfect!"]] She called, happy to finally have the Yellow Spring. It was a rare ingredient, only used in a handful of spells, and usually ones that required a lot of training and power.
Lyanna nodded to the woman's question. She was bound to get questioned what she needed the Yellow Spring for. After all, it wasn't every day someone asked for that item. At least Lyanna wouldn't be bothered by it. She figured Ladrya was only asking because it could be used for bad spells. The last thing she needed was people finding out she sold to people using forbidden magics. But Lyanna's intentions were good, never dabbing into the dark stuff because of her position.
[#6B0648 [b "I'm going to use it for the Surge of the Angels spell."]]
It was a spell created long ago, and only used a small number of times. It had been attempted by many, and most failed. The level of failure was rather high, being from just the ingredients burning out, to death in the more horrid way. One slip up and the spell was ruined, no chance in fixing it. You had to be in the right state of mind the whole time, and have the same level of power pouring into it. Of course, Lyanna was told she was insane to try and attempt the spell, but she wasn't going to listen. She knew she could cast it and she was going to.
[#6B0648 [b "Of course."]] Lyanna replied, agreeing to the price. She knew it was going to be pricey, and she had the money, pulling out her sack of gold. Counting the coins needed, she then handed them over, glad she had some coins left. She could go and get a pastry on her way back now.
Thank. The. Fucking. Gods.
A person with some sensible requests. She wanted one common ingredient, one not so common. But she had the best source for ingredients she knew, a treasure hunter. And one who wasn't afraid to keep his eyes open for a little money.
[+magenta "Certainly, I have what you need here. The Yellow spring is pretty pricy though. You paying in gold, bills or credit?"] she was finally going to make some profit. She was the only GOOD apothecary on this side of the city. People would realize it eventually. She reached under the counter and into one satchel, then another. The requested herbs now on the counter.
Something was troubling her however. Neither of these plants were active reagents. She'd need a catalyst to use these. She may as well bring it up.
[+magenta "I'm not going to claim to know your business, but this spell of yours sounds like it's missing an active catalyst. You realize that right?"] a simple question, she probably shouldn't have asked. Now she seemed nosy.
And the last thing she wanted was more rumors being spread about her.
[+Magenta "By the way, these are Trade standard price if you're buyin'."]
She had leaned over on the counter, reaching under and retrieving a burlap bag for her to use to carry the herbs. Last thing she wanted was a potential future customer getting mugged for valuable reagents.
Lyanna looked over to see the woman peaking her head out and smiled. [#6B0648 [b "Nice to meet you Ladrya, I'm Lyanna Nightmore. I've been looking for some ingredients. A rather common one and then a special ingredient for a spell but I haven't found it anywhere. It's quite a rare item actually, which is why I'm having a hard time finding it."]]
She walked up to the counter, looking at the potions on the shelf. Seemed she had almost every potion you could think of, which was great. If this woman had what she needed, she might return more often. Still, even if she didn't, she couldn't hold it against her, and would be getting at least one of her ingredients here. After all, she had heard not many people came by. Sadly, Lyanna could think of a few reasons why, and they were reasons she wanted to take care of anyways.
Placing her hands on the table, she smiled softly to the girl. [#6B0648 [b "First, I need some Winter Darning Needle, and then I need Yellow Spring Eytelia. I'll understand if you don't have the Yellow Spring though, but I do need it for a very important spell."]]
Business was shit. No one would come in to her shop because she was part spider. Being the child of a drider wasn't the worst thing in the world! She couldn't count on her hands how many times she'd had to throw mobsters out of her store. There was one in particular, this dragon kin guy. Martin.
He'd been spreading rumors about her since she'd thrown him out with his mouth and hands bound by web. If she'd known running a shop would be this difficult, she'd have considered staying with her father. And he was literally half spider.
She was right in the middle of brewing a potion when her phone went off. She reached a carapaced hand and thin fingers into her back pocket under her thick smock. It was a message from Fatui.
[+grey 'Hope the ingredients I delivered work out for you. Tell me if you need anything else. Good luck.']
What a sweetheart. The bubbling cauldron in front of her changed colors rapidly. Uh oh. Time to let this thing rest for a while, she didn't have much choice as her acute senses heard the door open. Hopefully it was actually a customer. She leaned her head out the door of the brewing room to see a woman, a new face. Hopefully a customer.
[+magenta "Hello, and welcome to my parlor. I am Ladrya, how can I help you?"]
She had her thin fingers crossed she was here to fucking BUY something.
The streets were rather crowded, which was to be expected. People were at stalls, selling goods from near and far. Foods from their family farms, silks from the lands far away, spells and charms to offer good luck or health. If you needed something, you were going to find it here, you just had to know where to look. And so far, she couldn't find the right place.
Lyanna Nightmore, in line for a spot on the Council. She knew what she had, body wise, so she showed it off rather easily. She knew men watched as she walked by, just as she knew some women cursed her as well. Even with a scar taking up half her face, it seemed to only add to her beauty, which was lucky for her. Still, she didn't take it for granted. She used it when she saw fit, but she didn't rely on it solely. She was a powerful gem user, able to create weapons from the gem on her choker. It was her main gem, her most powerful one. She had others, but none of them were as powerful as this one. It wasn't because of the type of gem, or the power that locked inside of it. But because of something else that she wouldn't tell anyone. All they knew was that this gem in particular was powerful and she had it.
She continued through the streets, only stopping at stalls that sold spell ingredients. She was looking for one ingredient in particular, but so far, was having no luck. It was a rare one to find, so she wasn't too much surprised. Still, she really needed to find it if she was going to perform that spell. It was a rather dangerous spell, one that should only be performed by true masters. Lyanna didn't see herself as a true master, but she figured she was close enough to try. Besides, if she pulled this off, it would look great in the eyes of the Council. Might even be enough to get her a seat. Or at least real missions aside from accompanying people from one place to another.
[#6B0648 [b "It's got to be somewhere. Surely someone would have the ingredient..."]] She muttered, leaving yet another store with nothing.
Looking around, Lyanna had to think of any other magic shops that might sell the ingredient. That's when she remembered that a new store had opened recently. The store owner was said to be a spider woman, which scared some people off. Lyanna didn't really have a preference, not like she had seen anything creepier than a spider person before. After all, the scar on her face was from a horrid creature.
So, Lyanna was off to find the store, which wasn't that hard to find. The front had no windows, just a huge wooden door with a sign above it. [#6B0648 [b "So, this is the place. Well, let's hope they have what I need."]]
Opening the door, she stepped into a rather dim shop. No sunlight broke through, aside from when the door opened. It would've been completely dark, if it weren't for the glowing potions hanging on the tops by something. There was a counter with all the spells and ingredients behind it. Some potions were being brewed, others looking like they were about to be bottled or put together. There was another room behind the counter, and stars to the side. A rather nice place for a just starting business.
[#6B0648 [b "Hello?"]] She called, closing the door behind her. [#6B0648 [b "Anyone around?"]]
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