The midday sun is beating hot down onto the town of jastrey. A thick humidity and the lack of a breeze makes it almost unbearable to withstand, All a standing testament to the willpower of the large towering figure entering the town.
Not a single inch of his bare skin was exposed amongst his thick and battered armored shell. On his back was a large, shining bastard sword strapped to his body, along with a familiar looking oversized hammer.
Oddly enough, The large armored soldier had two figures seized over each shoulder, with his platemail hands wrapping around the midsection of each of them to keep them tight and secure to his frame.
After some time, he arrives at the town post. His arms still containing his charges.
With a deep and bellowing chuckle, He uncerimoniously tossed the pair of them into the dirt. " 'may the shadows protect you' " He quoted sarcastically, the sounds of a smirk clearly audible from within his well-worn helmet.
"Because the light sure-as-the-sunrise won't be."
His charges, now released into the care of Jastrey are two familiar faces. The first of which being the Angori warrior, Zwey, Though his body is now frail and weakened- with his muscles shriveled into nothingness and his bones as brittle as autumn leaves. His eyes still had the thick haze of cataracts within each of them. His lips appear dry and cracked, as if he had gone without water for days on end.
The second was the infamous warlock, Akon Nivarian, also in an equally unfortunate and helpless state as her companion.
"LET IT BE KNOWN TO ALL, THE FOLLOWERS OF ISTENSIA HOLD THE SOLEMN REST OF THEIR DEPARTED TO BE SACRED. DEFILERS AND THOSE WHO BEAR THE SEEDS OF CORRUPTION WITHIN THEIR HEARTS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED UPON HALLOWED GROUND."
The lightbringer threw the Hammer of the Angori's down beside him, a few drops of spit escaping his helmet and landing down onto the ground before the pair of them.
"For the rest of you, I apologize for intruding upon your borders. May the dawn shine upon you all."
The Lightbringer quickly summoned what seemed to be a glowing crystal, rubbing it several times before snapping it in two. causing him to disappear just as quickly as he came.
Cail was looking over the attatchments on the town posts as he heard the giant laugh. He turned in time to see the two figures hit the ground. He stared as the gigantic man, at least large enough to hold a fully grown Angori, bellow out to the town. Cail ran to Zwey and Akon's side's right after the man disappeared.
"Immortals, what happened to you both," he asked in a shocked tone. "Stars have mercy and grant me this boon." Cail then conjured two large canteens of water to hand to both of them.
Nasher poked his head out from the tavern to see the group beginning to form at the town post. Being naturally curious, he walks to the group, pushing his way through the people already there. "Move out, King coming through!" the goblin bellowed as he finally nudged his way to the front of the group. He looks to the angori kneeled in the dirt, looking awfully worn. "Horney one. Why you having dirt bath without inviting Nasher?" te goblin asked, crossing his arms angrily across his chest.
Within a matter of seconds the goblin is alreaddy rolling and kicking up dirt beside the angori. "Horny one looks like complete and total crap. Not as bad as Goody Goody, but still crap," the goblin said to Zwey as the dust cloud began to settle. He looks over to the Urodeq woman and with a slight head nod greets her with a grunt.
Bel heard and saw the large man and was immediately intrigued at what happened. He walked slowly over to the bodies near Cail and stands there listening to the other fuss. He mutters under his breath,"By the power of the immortals may they recover" [Burst Recover]
"I wonder if our prayers and powers will heal them."
Akon hadn't much responded the whole time, looking worn to all hell. She merely sighed, not having moved where she was placed, not responding much at all. The magic of recovery washed over her and left her, seeming to have no effect. Her lips were cracked, and her body frail.
Des just turns to the goblin, and snorts, "Some pe--" At Akon's words, Des' attention goes back to her. "Okay, come on." He lifts her up and carries her, backpack style and makes way toward where her cabin is. "We should probably get someone who can Cure you too. Where's Jael?"
"What did you do..."
Muttered a soft voice with the light accent of an Uordeq who'd long been away from the Shadelands. Binx stood a ways off from where the stranger had stood, eyeing Zwey and Akon from afar. She made no move to help, a finger tracing the skull pommel of the dagger in her garter she watched the scene play out from the slit in her mask.
Nasher stands himself up and spits in both of his hands, preparing himself to move the -much larger than himself - angori. With a mighty push, the goblin manges to barely inch the body. "Goody Goody! Appease Nasher and move Horney One to the House of Bitses and Ales! With haste!" the goblin demanded with a finger in the air.
"Psh I am wasting away here Leofrick, I cant be that heavy" Zwey wiggles as best he can out of the grasp of the little angori. "I appreciate it little one, but I cannot let you help." Zwey looks deeply trouble at the sight of the child. He grabs his hammer as Leofrick drags him away.
Fu Chu had been in his workshop when heard the booming voice. Quckly he grabbed his katana and made his way towards where he heard it originate, just in time to see Zwey and Akon being carried off. He stood with a concern face attempting to figure out what had happen. "What happened here?" Fuchu asked awaiting any to answer
A raspy chuckle eminates from the Angori. "Coward" He says. Zwey continues to mutter more, "Had to weaken me, disarm me, just so he could give me a lift back to town. Didnt even take the chance of fighting me. Cowards."