It is just before sundown and the sky is a orange and purple shade. Splattered in blood and stomping towards the town post the Warlock has a look of pure fury across her face. Once Syra reaches the town post she hangs a parchment of paper that reads;
"CRACK OF NOON
- Bloodbrand"
The paper is old, the note is written in blood and there is a bloody hand print underneath the words.
Syra walked around form behind the post and and spoke with a bitter tone. "Leaving you? I didn't purposely leave you, but you would have left me wouldn't you? Don't speak to me as if your intentions were ever good. All you want is the ship and you can't have it Zwey." Her eyes grow full of anger and hatred, Syra steps closer and Zwey is sure to feel the evil energy radiating off the Warlock. "Since I'm so good at leaving you, I'm taking to Corsairs and we are out of your guild. Keep your fancy items and your lies, we don't need them." The warlock shouts to were anyone with in range is sure to hear.
A form wearing a white cloak pulled down over her face approached and stopped just close enough to read the paper she had seen the elf tacking up as she moved toward the post. Chuckling softly the woman, folded her arms beneath her chest- left wrist showing enough to display light evidence of recently being bound in chain, as hidden eyes surveyed Syra and the large Angori who spoke up to her.
Zwey's good nature vanishes in a heartbeat. The grip on his hammer tighten, and his chest expands as he readies the storm of his voice, letting the thunder roar forth; "YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME! WITHOUT THE MIGHT OF THE GALLIMAUFRY THAT FARCE WOULD HAVE NOT BEEN POSSIBLE. YOU WOULD HAVE FALLEN BACK INTO YOUR OLD WAYS, SWINGING THAT THRICE DANMED SWORD." Zwey slams his hammer's head into the ground at the Capitan's feel, sending lightning through the ground andskittering across the gravel, "I HAD HOPED THAT THIS EXPERIENCE WOULD CALM YOUR THIRST FOR POWER, BUT IT SEEMS TO HAVE ONLY FUELED IT." Zwey calmed, his voice rumbling quietly now, "And yes, I'll admit, the ship was going to be my consolation prize should you completely throw us into the dragon's fire. But, sure you can take the your crew and rot on the near vacant ship you call home. "
"Bloodbrand... Bloodtide..." The woman whispered so softly it could scarcely be heard. She watched, a slow smile just visible on the lower half of her face as the argument began. At the Angori's remark of power, she gave a soft snort of laughter and a familiar voice is quite clearly heard this time, with it's thick Uordeqi accent, "A fool's hope I'm afraid. She, if rumors are true, comes from a long line of those who will choose power even over true love."
Syra doesn't tremble nor move a muscle as Zweys voice rumbles out, in fact it fuels her anger. "If it weren't for you? Ha! I lived didn't I? Stiers died and I was alone with no ones help and I still handled Atrius myself, no thanks to you or your guild mates. I told Stiers if things got bad to send me through a portal and he did, It's not my fault he got sucked into it and you guys got left behind." Once the woman that was standing next to the post spoke Syra quickly shot her attention to her. "Katri? You look different.." Syra spoke with a much softer voice but still infused with anger.
"The only reason why you survived was that you had the sword. The pirates brought you to Atrius so that he could have even more power for himself. And I am danm sure that it was you who dualed the fool. You, a warlock by trade, should have never crossed blades, you chould have used you infernal gifts to wreck him. Destroyed the most powerful pirate that even walked the shards. But no, you went softer than a maiden over a paladin, went right along with the mad pirates plan."
As Zwey hammers the ground and sends his magic through it, an audible and low rumble could be heard in the tree line. A single tree shakes then disappears. In its place hovers a giant multicolored owl, including blue, bronze, silver, brown, and green. It beats its wings to gain altitude creating a dust cloud beneath him and flew over to the small group, landing in the middle of them with a great crash that reverberated through the ground.
“Silence! I’ve had enough of your pointless squabble,” shouted the owl that towered over Zwey by many feet. Looking down upon them, its blue eyes seemed annoyed, almost angry.
The Warlocks scowls at the Angori "Were you not there? Did you not see what happened? Atrius blocked my blow and the two swords crossed!! It created a bloody proxy and Atrius died and the sword shattered. I am the reason Atrius Bloodbrand is dead, not the story of him going down with his ship." Syra smiled at the thought of being powerful enough to kill the most powerful pirate to ever roam. "Power hungry? I will always be power hungry. Just as Atrius was power hungry. Once you give in it's a beautiful thing" she say's with a more dark and evil tone. Syra's eyes grew darker and she could feel the over powering rush and need for power, the power she felt when she wielded bloodtide.
"Thank you, Cail." Came the soft mutter from behind Binx's mask as the Uordeq strode by just as the argument between Zwey and Syra had escalated. It seemed that she was in the ill temper of a woman who hadn't been awake for very long just yet. She didn't break her stride or even spare the group a glance as she headed toward the cemetery and the road out of Jastrey, muttering something about a 'damned sword' under her breath.
Zwey scoffs. "You did not kill him, the swords did. The paradox that was created when the swords of different time collided killed him. Do not let the illusions of grandeur dilute you further. You should not have swung with steel, but with spell. " Unable to ignor the giant tree-bird, Zwey addresses the volatile druid. "See? Being a tree aint so bad. Sorry bout shocking your toes, however."
Katri stares at the newcomer for a moment after giving a nod to Binx in greeting as she walked by. She then turned her attention back to Syra and gave a gesture of agreement. "I will speak to you soon enough, then."
The uordeq laneded a studious gaze on the massive creature that had landed between the Elf and the Angori, after the former had left. "Cail.... is that you?"
“Tch,” voices the Owl as Zwey speaks to him. “You know nothing of being what I am, but none the less your apology is accepted. Though, if you wish to pump anymore magic into the ground at your feet, be aware that it affects other things than just my –toes-.”
Hearing Katri as well, the owl swivels his head to look at her, his brow furrowing slightly. “Yes,” he said with a lower tone.
"What on the shards happened to you?" She asked, after confirmation that she was indeed looking at Cail. Mild interest showed in violet eyes as Katri slid back her hood just enough that her face was more visible.
"I distinctly remember you being an Empyrean and a practitioner of wizardry when last we met... not... well... a shapshifting tree." The Uordeqi woman gestured to the treeline he had just come from.
Cail lowered his gaze to look to the ground and, for what anyone could tell in the face of his owlish form, looked sad. “Things change, if you know what I mean,” he said with his echoing voice. “As for shape shifting, that was my and a few other’s doing. I chose this path willingly, most unlike becoming a Treant.”
"It is and you would think so," he said rather shortly, head still down. "But if you'll excuse me, I have... things to do." Cail then spread his massive wings, lifted off of the ground, and flew out of sight in the direction of the tavern, leaving a couple leaf like feathers in his wake.
Zwey was wondering around town when he saw the blood covered Capitan pin a note to the Town Post. Curious, Zwey made is way there, see the name of his guild hall on the page. "And here I thought we were friends again, putting all the leaving me and mine stuck in the past. Hm"