Kaede
Stepping out of the underground, Kaede looked around, smiling. She had just rode a train that moved beneath the ground, and even released no toxic fumes! She was excited to see what other marvels the Dwarves of this World have created! Perhaps she should get documents and blueprints, so that she can share these marvels with her home when she can return? But she did not mind not having these at the moment, as she still needed to find out the source of these machines. While the Dwarves did create them, how are they powered? Magic? If it is some source that her home does not have then she will need to modify the blueprints, though she will likely still need to anyway, as many things supposedly change when Transporting to other Worlds.
Despite this, she happily followed Grolit, listening to him as he explained the purpose behind nearby buildings that towered into the sky, some even touching the peak of the mountain, revealing that they were near the center of the city now. Grolit pointed to the most central mountain-scrapping building, “An’ tha’ there’s tha City ‘All. Our des’ina’ion.” Kaede puts a hand to her cheek and asks a question, “Why so many floors? I see that many maintenance walkways are connected to it, but that can’t be it, right?” Grolit nods, answering with a grin and a proud and happy tone, “Aye! All tha big name’s ‘re there. E’ery thin’s buil’ there. A’ leas’ tha bes’ s’uff ‘re.” Kaede nods, understanding. It wasn’t just a city hall, it was the main hub of craftsmen in the city.
They continue walking towards the City Hall; Kaede taking in her surroundings and the sights, while Grolit walks with pride and enjoyment. Kaede’s right ear twitches as she catches the sound of someone being beat up in an alley, she then says, “Grolit, could we stop for a second? I hear something I need to check out.” Grolit looks behind himself, and raises an eyebrow at her, “A’ight? Wha’s caugh’ yer eye, lass?” Kaede stops and looks down an alley to her right, “More like what caught my ear, I will be back momentarily.” She begins walking down the alley, followed by Grolit as he says, “Lass, it’s a bi’ dan’erous ta walk alone in tha alleys.” Kaede nods in response, but keeps following her ears.
Soon, Kaede turns again, onto another alley, and she finds a Human, with a shackle on his neck, laying on the ground and being beaten up by a few Dwarves in fine clothes. Grolit speaks quietly, “We shoul’ ‘ead back, no’ our business.” Kaede looks at him, seeing a worried look on his face, and seeing her angered look makes him look even more nervous than worried, as if he might lose a potential customer. Kaede scoffs at him, “This is not our business? You mean yours, my Lady would chastise me if I simply turned my back. Leave if you want, but expect me to not come back to you for assistance.” One of the Dwarves calls out, “Oi! Get lost, bitch cat!” Kaede turns to look at him, and Grolit speaks, “Y-Ya can’, they’re nobles.” Kaede smirks, and approaches, flourishing her staff, “Damn the consequences.”
Jazak Forgeson
“-capades together are legendary! You’re even a symbol of unity between the races! If an Elf and Dwarf can fight together and become inseparable friends, then we can certainly create a union between the Elven Queendom and Dwarf Kingdoms.” Jazak was a little irritated at the Elf woman for constantly talking his ear off, about his escapades with the Heroes of the World. He already knows all of these stories, and if she’d let him talk, he’d correct all the falsities the people seem to have made about them, and especially that stupid one about that Human Girl having sacrificed herself to save them. Noticing she finally stopped talking, he speaks in an annoyed tone, “A’ight Lass, ye’ve ‘alked me ear off. Nex’ stop’s ours.” Alais looks startled, then speaks in an embarrassed tone, “I apologize, Lord Forgeson. I didn’t mean to talk so much, it's just that you and Princess Lethhonel are inspirations to many Elves, mostly young ones, or those of us who are still young men and women, like myself.”
Jazak gets curious for a second, and strokes his beard. Then he asks his question, “Ya know, I ne’er ac’ually learne’ ‘ow differen’ tha Dwarves an’ Elves ‘re when it comes ta age. When d’ya Elves ge’ consi’ere’ adul’s?” Alais speaks confidently to him, knowing the exact age, “100. It's when our bodies completely finish developing, but some people are calling for that to be increased to 138, which is when our brains stop developing.” The Dwarf looks shocked at that, confused that a race had not been going off when the brain stops developing. For the Dwarves it was a matter of learning your trade as a child, and once your brain stopped developing, they believed you would reach your peak soon or had already done so, thus they had become adults. Jazak stared at the Elf, and spoke, “Fer Dwarves its 140, only a year af’er our brains finish develo’in’. Alais nods in understanding, she then smiles, and says in a playful tone, “That is rather interesting, so what age are you, Lord Forgeson?” Jazak frowns at the Elf, “Yer sayin’ firs’, ‘cause ya asked.” She frowns in response, then says in an annoyed tone, “128.” Jazak smirks, “Then yer still a whelp, Lass. As fer meself, 158. Still young meself.” Alais nods quietly, smiling happily. The train comes to a stop, and Jazak speaks, “‘Ere’s our stop.” The doors open, and they step out, heading for the surface again.
Once there, Jazak spoke, “We’re sep’ra’in’ ‘ere. Ya c’n see tha gate.” He points to it, and starts walking, only to hear the Elf start following him, stating, “I simply cannot leave now! I want to help you, Lord Forgeson!” Jazak sighed, knowing he won’t be able to get rid of the Elf now, so he silently let her follow him. As they walked, he heard something down an alley, and he went down it, confusing the Elf behind him. Turning a corner, he found himself face to face with a hidden slave market tent. The guard was standing silently, staring down the Hero. Jazak approached, and spoke in a calm and cold tone, “Wha’s a slave marke’ doin’ ‘ere?” The Guard stares down Jazak, not answering as the Elf speaks, “Slave market huh? Not something to worry about, let's go do what you have to, Lord Forgeson.” Jazak draws an axe, stating in a hostile and cold tone, “Answer.” The Guard draws his own axe, staring down the Hero. The Elf was confused, and spoke, “Lord Forgeson?” Jazak decided he didn’t care this time, and rushed forward.
Kaede
Kaede watched as two of the Dwarves began to approach her, smacking clubs into their hands, Grolit spoke, “Lass, ye shoul’ really take me a’vice!” Kaede plants her staff on the ground with a resounding thud, and she stares down the two Dwarves, and especially the one Dwarf that was still beating up the enslaved Human. She spoke in a determined and commanding voice, “Yield to the Black Witch, before you get hurt.” One of the Dwarves laughs, and says, “You think we care? You’ll just end up a slave too, Nekomimi. I wonder what we’ll do to you?” The other smirks and chuckles while eyeing up Kaede like a piece of meat, “Oh I know exactly what.” Kaede’s face twists to disgust and then hostility, as she says, “You were warned. There is no return.” She aims her staff forward, as the two Dwarves charge at her, clubs ready to hit her, but they are startled as magic suddenly surges forward from the staff, knocking them back and to the ground. Kaede continues to glare at them, happy to have knocked them down with such a simple force spell.
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She continues to approach, hearing even Grolit is surprised by how sudden the spell came from her staff. The other Dwarf has looked back, confused as he yells out, “Get your asses up and beat her already!” The two Dwarves quickly get up, now uncertain of this fight, but nonetheless charging her again, as she is closer this time, they should be able to hit her. But she smirks a wicked smirk, and they swing clashing with each other instead of her. Confused they looked around, and then down, noticing the black cat that was now sitting there, it stood onto its four paws, and then as they stared in shock, Kaede returned to her normal form and hit them with her staff, which she had swiftly enchanted to be much harder and heavier. The two fall to the ground unconscious, and the third Dwarf looks at her in confusion, fear, and panic.
He grabs the Human, and puts a knife on his neck, “Don’t come closer!” Kaede stops, tilting her head slightly. He smirks, thinking he’s caught her, and he says, “I will slit this slave’s throat, and you’ll lose. So you let me go, and I’ll give you him, got it?” Kaede grins maliciously, her face contorting with an illusion, “You think I came for him? Oh how mistaken you are. My Lady does not like slavery, so if you wish to live, you will renounce it, and live with the consequences if you break this new vow. What are the consequences you ask?” She tilts her head slowly through these words, and soon is holding her head on her shoulder, as she makes the illusion grow even more disturbing and terrifying, as she emphasizes, “Death.” The Dwarf shakes and shivers from fear. Terrified of the Black Cat Witch. He does not move, and Kaede casts another spell, pulling the knife away from his hand, and to her. She grabs the knife, then drops it to the ground as the Dwarf shrieks in fear, and the Human cowers from them both.
Kaede points her staff forward, and the Dwarf begins screaming in pain and fear, as his body seems to ignite. Grolit screams out, “Kaede! Please s’op!” Kaede does not, and instead approaches the Human, crouching and removing her illusion, revealing her concerned face. She holds out a hand for him to take, saying, “You are safe now.” The Dwarf falls to the ground, supposedly burnt to death, and Kaede stops the illusion, revealing the Dwarf had simply thought he was on fire, causing Grolit to breathe a sigh of relief. The Human backs away from Kaede, and Kaede uses a spell to hold him still, as she walks to the Dwarf she “burnt”, searching for a key, as Grolit approaches, clearly upset. Kaede spoke, cold and calm, “You will say nothing of this, Grolit. If those Nobles come after you, then you will have been forced into silence, understand? I have a duty to uphold, one that I know is right. No matter what someone says, I will never yield in it. It is my duty as the Black Witch, and servant of the Dungeon Codex, and its Mistress.” She turns and unlocks the Human’s collar. Grolit is stunned into silence, watching silently, as Kaede holds out a hand again, saying, “I mean you no harm, so let us get you back to your homeland.” The Human is silent, and reaches quietly, his ragged appearance revealing him to be a young man, despite his haggard features. Tears clearly begin to well up in his eyes, and Kaede smiles warmly, as the young man reaches forward and hugs her, getting a comforting hug in return.
Jazak Forgeson
Jazak clashed axes with the Slave Market Guard, causing the noise to enter the tent, likely alerting whoever was inside. Alais yelled out in panic, “L- Lord Forgeson!?” Jazak clashed with the Guard, who began to panic as he was overpowered. Jazak didn’t care what the Elf, nor anyone thought. He would be guaranteed to remain in the outside world once this was over, and he smiled thinking of that. This smile startled and unnerved the Guard, who was overwhelmed and cut down quickly. Jazak began entering the market, finding hundreds of cages stacked on each other. Clearly this market had been operating for a long time. A group of Guards rushed towards him, and were quickly defeated, even without his abilities.
Jazak continued on further in, and soon found himself facing a group of scared nobles and the market’s owner, as well as a few tougher looking guards, including an Orc. Jazak, grinning from an actual challenge appearing, speaks, “Well well! Did I crash a par’y? Ya’d bes’ run, nobles.” The Nobles began running, and the four Guards stepped in front of the market owner, who was panicked and yelling out, “I- I’ll give you anything you want! Ju- Just go away!” Jazak laughs, “Ya thin’ I’ma jus’ walk ‘way? Ya’ve got anoth’r thin’ comin’.” He finally activates his abilities, letting a red aura burst from him, as he charges forward, panicking the market owner even more. The three Dwarf guards are defeated quickly, bleeding out on the ground, but the Orc was a much tougher opponent. Jazak laughs maniacally as they clash, axe against shashka.
The Orc fends off Jazak’s blade rather easily, but cannot get a strike in toward the Dwarf. Jazak on the other hand, draws his second axe, and turns the tables on the Orc, who was now on the defensive. Jazak hadn’t had this much fun fighting in a while. The two warriors clashed, and Jazak laughed happily, making the Orc grin as well. Clearly the two fighters were enjoying this a bit too much. Soon Jazak knocked the Orc to the ground, and held an axe to the Orc’s throat, who was grinning like a madman, despite the loss. Jazak removed the axe, and laughed, “Yer a’ight fer an Orc.” He then threw the axe, killing the market owner, who was trying to sneak away. Jazak then walked to the dead market owner, letting the Orc gather himself. Jazak took the keys from the dead Dwarf, and began to unlock cages, and remove collars, letting the former slaves back away from him and fear him. He didn’t care.
As he exited the market, he found the Orc staring at the Elf, who was absolutely terrified of the Orc, who stood taller than even her. Most did not know the Orcs were such a tall race. The only caveat to that being the Goblins who were three fourths the height of a normal human, thus being half the size of an Orc. The Orc was squinting at the Elf, and the Elf was simply holding a backwards step, ready to bolt the moment the Orc did something. Jazak spoke as he exits, a pair of freed children following him silently, “Orcs may be tribal, bu’ they’re goo’ figh’ers. Lad prolly don’ e’en know Comm’n.” Alais looks at him, her startled look mixing with confusion as Jazak walks over, and Jazak speaks, “This ‘appens some’imes. Jus’ gonna lea’ ‘em ta tha ou’si’e. Usually works.”
Sebastia Rin
Squinting her eyes in suspicion at the Freeborne, Sebastia asks, “Who are you?” The Freeborne simply smiles, then starts to stand, not answering her question as she says, “Good, you are awake. Welcome back to the real world, Champion of Order.” Sebastia starts to stand quickly, ready to fight if necessary, but she feels her balance is disturbed by something on her back. Not looking, she asks in a hostile tone, “What did you do to me?” The Freeborne is quiet, frowning at her, before saying, “I did nothing. You should look at your back.” With that, the Etherling takes flight, and sets herself on the top of a nearby hill, watching Sebastia still.
Now that the Etherling was away, and not in a position she could attack from, Sebastia looks behind herself, finding brilliantly white wings. Startled, she looks up, and sees nothing, but reaches up as she returns her head to a normal position. She feels something bump her hand, and feels a tingling on her head, as if what she just touched was a part of her head. Running her hand along it, and shivering while she does, she realizes she has a halo as well as wings. She looks to the Etherling, confused and startled, but she hears the Etherling’s voice calling out, “Sebastia Rin! Champion of Order! Rise! Face the day ahead! Ahead lies freedom! Ahead lies a new world! Ahead lies a free world! Put on your equipment, for your training begins today!” Sebastia was confused, but she looked at her armor and weapons, and began to get them back on.