Open Chronicles Because Thomas Whistler Helped A Witch...

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"While baking fresh bread would have indeed been much more soothing to the mind, I always felt a calling. Sure I was happy, plus we were successful, but something was tugging at my strings saying something else would happen. 'The Simple Life' as you put it was... well... simple. It may have been the simpleness, or it may have been the stories my father told me, but all I know is that I will do something, big or small." Thomas said. He didn't know what it was exactly that pulled him to this life. Yet he formed a reason.


Destiny.​
 
No smile. No mirthless laugh. Just an understanding nod, and Ynsidia returned to her sullen expression, a hint of knowing sadness in her eyes. He was older than her, but just starting out into a world where destiny wasn't a whimsical, romantic thing, but a harsh, flippant deity. Still, it was his life, his choice. Regrets came later, but perhaps he was a man meant for this.

Perhaps peace was not what his heart desired.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

As endless as Whys and Maybes.

She looked up, the evening would be on shortly, and they came to the fork in the road Thomas had met earlier that morning, visible from their position on the cusp of the woods and tree cover.

"Ugh! As much as I love Vel Anir's all around puissance, and dress shops, the bold faced arrogance can get really tiring..." she remarked at the 'The Superior Road To Far Superior City Of Vel Anir' sign. Ynsidia noticed the sign beyond was 'Garr Physh Road'.

"Garr Physh is a village, correct?" Ynsidia asked. "I'd rather not be out her when the sun goes down. We need to find an inn."
 
Thomas looked at the sign briefly and thought, "That's pretty narcissistic.". He started looking around for something as he replied to Elveszett.

"I believe so, and staying out here wouldn't be a good idea as well, let's get going."

Thomas did not want to see the spider again.
 
Ynsidia nodded.

"Agreed!"

She said emphatically as the left the woods for the road, engaging the fork. Ynsidia frowned as they passed the signs.

"Eww!" she exclaimed as they took to Garr Physh Road.

"That's a pretty nasty looking spider!"

OOC: scene change to Garr Fish Village and the Inn?
 
"What! Where!" Thomas exclaimed. The bastard of nightmare fuel and death incarnate has finally come, yet Thomas is a mere mortal. He must retreat... At a faster walking pace. To Garr Physh!
 
Whatever put the velocity into Thomas' steps, Ynsidia did not know, but she did her best to keep up with him. At least they were getting away from a bad stretch of road, the cultists on it, and a rather nasty looking arachnid that had set roots in the area. By sunset, they reached Garr Physh village. A small but prosperous village, it didn't have the strain of over taxation that villages near Vel Anir suffered under for protection.

Vel Anir promised protection from much, but often took the money and sent out an occasional cadre that tended to cause trouble more than defend anyone against anything. Not that they inherently acted cruel to peasantry and villagers, but like most things forged in Vel Anir, the heart and mind were...poisoned...

A two story building, clearly taller than all the charming huts, hovels, and houses stood proudly at the front of the town.

"We've made it; I'll cover room and board. Consider it a job perk."
 
"Thank you, since we are here now the only thing I can think of is eat." Thomas said. He pulled out of his bag a small loaf of bread. He broke it in half, handing one to Elveszett.

"Would you like some, it's not that stale."
 
“Stale just means it's chewier.”

And Ynsidia subtly winced after saying those words. That was an old remark, one of many that had lingered on. There was few friends on the slave ship, but one of those few, a very important one, had said just very that to her when sharing a meager portion of bread, and now here she was repeating it ten years later to Thomas.

The past, like the Eternum, didn't stay buried.

She accepted the piece of bread offered her, and the two munched along towards Garr Physh's tasteful looking inn.
 
"That's a nice phrase, very optimistic." Thomas replied. Optimism is a beacon of hope to all things bad, cultists, stale bread, and... that spider.

"Right, I almost forgot. In the morning we should find out where Reska is, yeah?"
 
"Of course!"

Looked over her shoulder, down the road the came.

"I'm sure the sign for Reska is ahead and not behind..." she added, looking forward again in time to step around a meandering chicken.

"I'd rather not go back to check if it was."

Chewing on a tough bit of bread, Ynsidia heard her stomach growl loudly. This morsel of food would do for now, but she definitely wanted something more substantial once they got to the inn. The path they walked gently turned them to the edge of town, the inn before them as the sun sunk low. The sky burnt orange on the horizon where the sun chose to rest, everywhere else a purple far more royal than any king's robes.

Faint stars emerged from the young eventide, slowly streaking the sky.

A hard day, but a peaceful night's end. They waited at the entrance of the inn, Ynsidia resting an expectant gaze on Thomas Whistler.

"Correct me if I am wrong, Thomas, but I believe Alliria stands on some level of ceremony and chivalry still; the man should get the door for the lady, yes?"
 
"That is what my father taught, so right this way." Thomas answered. He opened the door and held it for her.
 
Entering, the sounds that met the two was those of merriment and overlapping conversation. The inn was , apparently, also the public house. One could drink their pints, eat a meal, than sleep it off. Not that there were too many people being rowdy with all the drink, but enough to create a din of joviality and lighthearted frivolity.

A passing glance she gave the pub on their right. Ynsidia concerned herself with the stairs on their left that led up to the rooms. The counter was centered between both, and Ynsidia marched right up to it, a kindly woman of middle age behind the counter regarding her with a smile.

"You look a bit like my daughter," she started with a cultured voice.

"Hay in hair and clothes that look like they were run through the woods."

Ynsidia groaned, and laid her bag of coin on the counter.

"I'd wager she's far more responsible and less reckless than I, though; two rooms if you have them. One for me, and one for my travel guide."

The woman, who'd been eyeing Thomas suspiciously for coming in with Ynsidia, softened her expression. She issued an "ah", and nodded.

"You do look a bit foreign, dear..."

"You have no idea..."

"Sorry?"

"Oh, nothing. Two rooms, and I get the bigger one with a window."

The woman nodded again, and produced two much loved keys, handing the more fancy looking one to Ynsidia.

"One suite for you, dear, and the discounted room for your guide."

Ynsidia took the key and paid the appropriate coin that was asked for.

"I need a name, dear..."

"Elveszett."

Keys in hand, and a name down on parchment, the two were set for some much needed rest.

"Sleep well Thomas, or..."

And flicked him a gold coin.

"Enjoy the pub, then sleep well."
 
"You too." Thomas replied. He took a moment to think... drink or sleep? After waiting a moment he decided that it would be best to rest. He headed to his room. He readied himself for bed, and wrote in his journal.

"Today I woke up and started walking down the road again. I met a crossroad and I went down one of the paths. There I saw the manifestation of death and evil, which a quickly walked away from. I started practicing my lute when I met a small girl called Elveszett. I soon became her armed escort, and got 5 gold out of it! Unfortunately, as soon as I took the gold, we were attacked by a group of at least 20 cultists. After narrowly escaping death twice, we were back on the road towards a town called Reska. But since it was getting close to dark, we headed to the town we are currently in 'Garr Physh'. We found an inn and Elveszett payed for both of our rooms, which was very nice. Now I'm here getting ready to go to bed."

And thus, Thomas put his journal away and went to bed.​
 
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The first sound was glass breaking. It was followed by a muffled oath, then a frightened shriek. The next sounds were those of a scuffle, more oaths, a pained yell, and Ynsidia's voice screaming invective language at someone. Then Ynsidia started to stammer as the sound of numerous footfalls could be heard. The sound of swords crashing against wood, and glass shattering was produced in short order.

Then "OooMmph!" the wall between Ysnidia's suite, and Thomas' room broke inwards on Thomas' end, Ynsidia airborne with unhinged boards flying with her. She came down with a raucous THUD! Staggering to her feet, with an airless huff, bent at the waist, Ynsidia managed to suck down enough air to speak as three cloaked men with Shotels brandished crowded around the hole in the wall.

"Little help?!"

Ynsidia gasped aloud.
 
"Oh crap!" Thomas said, it was a good thing he fell asleep. He leapt out of the bed and towards his sword. He unsheathed it and turned his gaze towards the large hole in his room. Thomas had no clue what broke down the wall, and frankly. He didn't want to find out. Plus it wasn't a medium sized room they were in, so he issued his one faithful tactic, one that hasn't failed him yet...

"Get to the door!"
 
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With a sizable piece of board from the broken wall in hand, Ynsidia nodded, and they both made for the door of the room. The door was kicked in suddenly, and a fourth cloaked cultist with Shotel stepped in, brandishing the thin, exotic blade menacingly.

The four figures closed, weapons raised and ready, when...

A heavy clay jug was smashed over the head of the cultist that had come into the room through the door. He went slack and fell unconscious to the floor. Behind him was the middle aged owner of the inn, fireplace poker in hand.

Her daughter (that did, in fact, bare a strange resemblance to Ynsidia) came in after holding a fire place spade.

“Point to who's responsible, dear.” the lady said to Ynsidia, Ynisida pointing immediately to the other three cloaked men.

“Been some years since my merc days, but I think we four can take them; stiff upper lips, kids, it's time to slaughter the malefactors.” she said in a stern, 'let's get the was on the line, children,' kind of way.
 
Okay wow. Thomas had to think of a new plan. His job is to still keep Elveszett safe. Funny thing was, Thomas didn't have his boots on. So running would have been a challenge anyways. In a fit of genius, get this, he grabbed one of the boots and chucked it at the cultists direction.


"Next one of you to step up is going to get kneaded with this sword!"
 
And with that pronouncement, both sides clashed.

The town woke up to the sounds of crashing metal, battle cries and all around havoc emanation from the Inn. Garr Physh's locals began gathering weapons quickly, be they simple clubs, pots, pans, or pitchforks and whittling knives. The street started to fill with the locals rushing to the Inn occupant's aid.

Ynsidia appeared through the broken Inn window of her room, climbing out frantically, and clambering onto the roof, one of the cultists right behind her. The mother-daughter pair sent their cultist clean out the window for a long drop to the ground. Thomas was locked in combat with his while Ynsidia fled along the roof top from hers.

But there was only so much roof!
 
Thomas wasn't having the greatest time. The only thing he could do was parry away his attacker's swings. He was forced into the defensive as the Shotel's length was almost twice his sword's. Then he got an idea, an awful idea. Thomas had a wonderful, awful idea. He knows playing dirty is bad... but is it really? He deflected his adversary's attacks long enough to grab his other boot, unfortunately he got hit. Fortunately it was a mere flesh wound, a cut. Thomas then with almost all of his force, chucked the boot at the cultist's face and began to go into the offensive, striking harder and faster.
 
Weaponless (her piece of board halved in the initial clash inside), Ynsidia had ran out of roof. She watched as her foe closed, drawing the Shotel back while picking up the pace. Ynsidia looked over the edge her back was to. Eyes widening, she looked back up at her now charging foe, and took the only option left to her.

She stepped off and into the air as the cultist began a wild swing, missing her narrowly.

The cultist gasped, and cried, off balance and teetering. A breeze did the rest, and he fell to his doom, screaming all the way down. A blink before impact, the cultist saw Ynsidia hanging from the Inn's sign.

Then the loud, cringe inducing crunch of touchdown came.

Ynsidia breathed a sigh of relief and clambered onto the pole arm proper so she could rest her arms.

Her luck may actually be changing...
 
With the wining fight Thomas believed he was getting, his confidence boosted. He moved in closer being more aggresive with the cultist before swiping their sword out of the way give the cultist a nice left hook to the jaw. After the hit Thomas took a risk and went to stab the opposing cultist.
 
Ynsidia was being retrieved from the Inn sign by townspeople who brought a ladder. The conclusion of the battle was now up to Thomas Whistler.

"What happened!?!" one of the villagers asked Ynsidia as she descended the rungs.

At this, Ynsidia's features darkened, biting her lower lip. She was now causing trouble not only for herself and her hired hand, but innocent people too.

"One selfish decision..." she said.

"I hope you all can accept my apology." she added.
 
The cultist fell back as Thomas impaled them. "Jeez..." he said panting. The fight was over... but, just to be safe... Thomas stabbed the body a few more times. Just in case.

He walked outside towards Elveszett.

"Elveszett, you alright?"
 
Ynsidia looked over at Thomas Whistler, almost sheepishly, but clearly disappointed. The disappointment not directed at him, but personal to herself.

"I don't deserve you giving a damn, Thomas..." Ynsidia said in a low voice. She made eye contact with him.

"I owe you an apology, and everyone something of an explanation..." she added.

OOC: Hop to a morning setting?​
 
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