forum The King Welcomes You (Group RP, Closed, DEAD)

Started October 29, 2021 by @Serpentess health_and_safety language

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On’nyosh paused at Cassiel’s words, then grinned and chuckled as she spun him around. He gazed into her eyes a moment, then sighed.

“True, typically I would be left, as my fighting skills require a bit more stealth than a full out battle. And yes, I’m with you. You make it hard not to be with you,”On’nyosh snorted, grinning at her gaze, his eyes playful but gentle.

"I know. Now, follow me. And do your best not to be an ass." Cass replies.

"And I'm sure your particular skills will be needed this time." she adds, grabbing his hand as she starts to walk back towards everyone else.

And I'm sure we both know how we feel about each other. she says to On'nyosh, telepathically.

She grins and watches him to gauge his reaction to everything.

On’nyosh snorted,”To try and not be an ass. That’s hard. And, I don’t know about that. I can fight, but, in a battle like this, I actually prefer to be away from the crowd, on the fringes.”

He grinned as she grabbed his hand, his thumb caressing her fingers as they walked.

Of course. Though, I’m certainly more obvious about it, considering that I’m almost always trying not to drool around you, he replied, chuckling and grinning back at her.

On’nyosh glanced at Cayden and Noctem, flashing them a sour look, silently daring them to make a comment. He then sighed, wondering if he would be of any use to the battle.

"Come on, I know you can. You aren't an ass around me. And I get that, but sometimes it's impossible not to get a little bloody sometimes." she replies.

I knew as much. Try to keep up, On'nyosh. I may not be able to see, but I can see in ways that most can't understand. she adds.

She sees the look he sends Cayde and Noctem, and chuckles. Already, you seem to be proving me wrong.

“I’m not an ass around you for obvious reasons. And I’m not afraid of getting bloody, but I fight best in open shadowy areas,”he replied.

He snickered at her telepathic comment.

I’m in no rush. And I’ll have to inquire more about your sight later, it’s been a nagging question since I first noticed your blindness.

On’nyosh glanced at Cassiel, snickering again. As I said, it’s difficult, very difficult.

"Are you two quite done yet?" Cayde and Noctem say as Cass and On'nyosh return, catching the look On'nyosh gives them, sending them a considerably more venomous look in return, before continuing what they were saying before.

"Now, as I was saying, we need a plan. I'd suggest Cass and On'nyosh be kept back, to be sent out only for scouting and picking off individual threats. We can't afford to lose On'nyosh, as much as that pains me to admit, and we definitely can't afford to lose Cassiel." they say, not paying attention to either person in question.

On’nyosh laughed at Cayden and Noctem’s look, unfazed.

“How sweet that I’m essential. I never thought I’d hear you say that, Sorcerer,”On’nyosh remarked.

He then abruptly remembered something.

“Shit. Why didn’t I think of that before? I’ll be back. I have someone I need to see,”he said.

He then gently slipped his hand out of Cassiel’s and ran off, disappearing into an alley.

"Wait, where are you-" she starts to say, but he's already gone.

"-going?" she finishes, sighing.

"Gods damn it. Why does he do that?" she asks, knowing the answer.

"I'm now here, by myself, without anybody actually interesting around. No offense, Sorcerers and King." she adds, sighing again.

"And why am I not being included in this decision? Am I not valued? Or is it that I'm only needed for my power, not my opinion?" she asks in a freezing tone, knowing she's probably making a mistake and not caring. Since On'nyosh isn't here to calm her down, or rile her up, she's free to say what she wants.

(Figured I’d do this)

On’nyosh ran down a few streets and into a particularly alley. He moved near a strange mark on the wall and whistled a specific tune twice, looking out at the street.

After a moment of silence, the replying whistle came back at him, telling him that everyone was on alert. On’nyosh nodded, pleased that his spies were already prepared, then ran off.

He headed down another street, into an older portion of the city, and found a crumbling stone house, graves of the former inhabitants nearby. He cautiously entered, looking around for three familiar signs of the person he sought.

He quickly found the first, a stone statue depicting a beastly winged creature with a long tongue. The eyes began to glow as On’nyosh approached.

“It’s On’nyosh again. I come seeking assistance,”he immediately said.

Those eyes settled into a soft gleam and the statue seemed to stretch slightly before animating and moving off of its perch.

“She takes no visitors, jester. She said to not be disturbed,”the gargoyle growled at him, approaching, its voice deep and hollow.

“I think she’ll appreciate my offer,”On’nyosh replied.

The gargoyle growled at him. A soft whisper suddenly passed through the house, and the gargoyle sighed and calmed.

“Why she likes you, I don’t know,”the gargoyle hissed, returning to its perch.

On’nyosh shrugged, having no time to waste words, and he found a hatch nearby, stepping into the cellar. A sarcophagus lay nearby in the empty cellar, wisps of magic around it.

“Madam Gedālia, I’m sure you sense what’s coming. Your help would be considerably appreciated,”On’nyosh said.

The wisps faded and a ghostly figure appeared from the coffin, sitting up. The ghost, that of an aristocratic woman with tattered robes, then lifted up out of the coffin. She approached On’nyosh, floating a few inches above the ground.

“You are always so polite, my lovely jester. But why choose me? You know my nature, my state. Would it not be a question if I would join this darkness?”Gedālia asked.

On’nyosh suppressed the instinctive shudder he felt at her appearance. He didn’t fear the woman, a powerful necromancer that had transcended death by becoming a lich, but that shudder always happened.

“I admit, that question would exist, but I know you too well. For one of your state, you’re humble,”On’nyosh commented.

A soft smile appeared on Gedālia’s face.

“I don’t need to hear your offer. That you visited me at all is enough. My heart is yours, even if your heart belongs only to you,”she cooed, blowing him a kiss before fading away.

On’nyosh hummed, shaking his head in bemusement. It amused him that Gedālia, a lich, could be so enamored of him, but he had no idea why. Though, he did appreciate her understanding, after all, he had made it quite clear that he preferred his living state when she had proposed to him the first time.

He chuckled then left the house and rushed back to where Cassiel and the others waited. By the time he arrived, he was breathing heavily from the run, and appeared a little pale, another side effect he couldn’t help after his visits with Gedālia.

Geneviera heard a low voice in her ears and replied in her mind, as if not to seem any crazier than she already was. I shall be home soon She told the voice in response, her own voice sounding clownish and cartoony in her head, she shook her head and laughed at this.

Starcilla came back out from the bar and saw the empty glass sitting in from of Geneveira, she smiled at her and replaced the empty glass with a full one, this time the liquid inside a quaint pink.

"thank you Star, you simply are the best." She said cheerfully, giving the girl a once over with her eye's.
"Must I saw you look marvelous" she commented and Starcilla rolled her eyes with a grin.

"Oh shut up Geneveira, you aren't ever going to get me home." She replied slyly and Geneviera gave a fake pout, causing Starcilla to laugh. "One day Star, it will happen and once it does you are never going to want to stop." Geneviera said with a smirk, causing Starcilla to blush and turn away. "In your dreams fairy girl." Starcilla replied, and this time it was Geneviera's turn to blush.

(Figures. Only On'nyosh would have a spy network to rival the king's own.)
(And it's fine! Don't worry about it.)
(Just a little added flavor near the end of the post, don't mind me… Grins Let's just say Geneveira is about to get a nasty surprise.)

Cass sees On'nyosh come running back again, comically slow to her, sparing her from creating her own grave and dying in it.

"Thank the gods. I was about to go off at our Sorcerers here. They are both very… ignorant… when it comes to people." Cass huffs, grinning despite herself.

Suddenly she stiffens, tense as a bow string pulled all the way back.

"And I do believe that Tiamat's second in command is somewhere near here." she adds, the grin dropping from her face entirely, replaced by a stony mask of fury. Her fangs have snapped out and pierced her top and bottom lips, but she doesn't notice.

I'm not sure she remembers, but she hurt my family. She'll die for that, just as painfully as they did. She snarls this mentally, to nobody in particular, just sending the malicious thought across the kingdom.

She tries her best to calm herself down, but it's an impossible task. So, instead, she takes off running, too angry to notice where she goes, just running. Soon, she realizes that her feet are following a path that they alone seem to know. She isn't being controlled. This is something different.

She realizes what it must be: her tracking kicking in, allowing her to trace the second in command's scent to a small village. She finds her way to a tavern where she finds the second in command sitting, flirting with one of the girls there. Her vision goes red, and she attacks, dagger and shortsword forgotten on her hips, instead intent on tearing Geneveira apart with her teeth and claws.

(Yup. Only On’nyosh, the criminal mastermind in jester’s clothing. Grin)

He snorted at her words.

“Nah, don’t thank the gods. They’re idiots. And yes, they both are,”On’nyosh replied, chuckling.

On’nyosh noticed her tense up, then listened close to both Cassiel’s verbal and mental words, a bit concerned.

When she vanished into a run, he sighed. He seriously hoped she would slow down a bit eventually. He could barely keep up, and he was quite fast, both with wit and speed. Though, it didn’t help at the moment that he was still a little sluggish from the effects of the previous night.

“Shit. Nothing good will come of this. I already know it,”On’nyosh said, sighing again.

He took his hat off a moment, running a hand through his hair, then replaced the hat. His breathing slowly steadied. Though, his mind was buzzing, thinking of all the possibilities and ways to deal with them.

“Hey, Sorcerer, can you use one of your little magic tricks to find out where Cassiel went?”he asked Cayden and Noctem a moment later.

"Yes I can. That's actually very easy, seeing as how I can feel her anger from here. She's at the southernmost village." they respond.

"She's trying to kill somebody right now. Go stop her before she gets arrested." they add.

On’nyosh rolled his eyes.

“And how do you suppose I get to Vared’nē? Ethrin is pretty sizeable. I may be fast, but I’m nowhere near Cassiel’s speed,”On’nyosh asked.

“And Cassiel’s going after Geneviera, you idiot,”On’nyosh added with a snort.

"Simple. I get you there." they say, and then they simply will On'nyosh into existence in Vared'nē.

Right before On'nyosh dissapears, they say "Good luck!" and laugh.

"Well, at least we don't have to deal with an angry vampire." they add, after On'nyosh is gone.

(Lol, I love Cayden/Noctem’s last comment)

On’nyosh rolled his eyes at Cayden and Noctem again, then appeared in Vared’nē. He smiled at the sight before him, pleased by the continued influence of his homeland.

He then remembered his mission, and searched the town. He went for the taverns first, out of habit. The first tavern was quiet, a pleasant and welcoming place actually, but he didn’t stay long. The second tavern he went into, he saw Cassiel charging at a fairy woman. He grimaced and moved into a corner, watching cautiously.

( @Mere_Hufflepuff, when you have the chance, your presence is needed)