Fate - First Reply Blood On the Rocks[Pirates]

[Edward Lorain]

"I'll be sure to show off some of my surprises lat-"

Edward's voice drowned out as the small battle appeared before them, leaving him effectively speechless for a moment.

"Bloody hell. Does this happen often here?"

Ed was not made for battle, he was made for the seas and running away before these types of fights ever happened. He followed Seyah's eyes to the wall and simply nodded.

He wasted no time in following her. He just wanted to be away from all of this. Getting up to the parapets was not difficult, as Ed could climb with his eyes closed. The only problem was that he was pretty sure so could the shadow things.

"How do you even get a small army in here?... Absolutely horrible security."

Seyah

 

[Seyah]

"I have no idea." Seyah called out as the two of them rushed along the parapets. Her hand was still slick with blood as they climbed, but the Taverness proved herself to be surprisingly dexterous as they moved atop the walls. Bounding and grasping with her other hand, quickly following after Ed's path.

Every now and again she glanced down into the fortress, her head shaking.

"Magic." It had to be. "And Traitors."

The Blightlands were not exactly coveted for the loyalty of their people. Blue Orcs served those whom gave them power, and most servants could be bought. That was why Naghi had made his deal with outsiders. Why he had come to Tyr in the first place.

More of the shadowed creatures darted, one of them seeming to spot them up upon the wall.

It shifted, and began to sprint. Leaping up onto the stone and burying it's claws deep. Sinking them again and again as it began to climb. "Here!"

Seyah said as she suddenly grabbed. Her blood hand flickering upward and she smeared the crimson upon his brow. In an instant he would feel a surge of magic coursing through him, and then with an unceremonious push Seyah shoved Ed off the other side of the wall. Flinging him from the keep and into the city proper below.

Her hand smearing the same symbol on herself before she jumped after him. Their bodies somehow unbound by gravity, and their fall as slow as a feather.

 

[Edward Lorain]

The chaos beneath them would have been incredible to watch if not for the whole existential threat of dying that lingered over them. He could not help but notice they were nearing the end of their dead-end, with emphasis on the dead here.

"Hey, I think we're at the-"

He was cut off as Seyah smeared blood on his face...that was a first. He would have complained further about that because now really wasn't the time to be blooded in battle or whatever else she was doing.

Before he could even ask, there was no longer ground beneath his feet. "Oh, you bastaaarrrdddd!"

She betrayed him at the worst possible moment. He knew it! Well, he should have always expected it. Rule number one, never trust a pretty face, and now because of it, he was going to die.

Wait, he wasn't falling fast? What the hell? A laugh escaped his lips as he looked down to see the ground slowly approaching him.

"H-How the hell are you doing this?" Just as he got the question out, his feet returned back to the ground.

Seyah

 

[Seyah]

Seyah swept downward directly after Ed. Her dress shifting and blowing in the wind as she descended and her bare feet landed upon the cobbled stones. The sound of battle still echoed out behind them, coming from the din of the wall, but the shadowed creatures seemed to have landed their focus upon the Keep.

A small blessing she supposed. "I'm a Blood Witch, Captain."

The secret flowed from her tongue, a weight that she carried lifted by just an ounce.

It was a fact that not many people knew, and fewer had lived to tell the tale about. Her mother had been a Blood Witch, a powerful one, and had passed the gift down to her. Sacred knowledge that was supposed to have been lost, held only by those special few.

Not those like hers.

"I can do a great many things." Seyah continued as she began to stride forward. Intent on escaping the hell they currently found themselves in. "But I cannot bring us back from the dead, so I suggest we keep moving."

The Taverness urged as she began her hurried steps through the winding city streets.

 

[Edward Lorain]

Oh, a Blood Witch! Was he supposed to know what that was? The way that Seyah said it made it seem like some big deal though. Sounding by the name, he could more than deduce what a Blood Witch could do. So if she was going to Blood Witch his ass onto the safety of his ship then he was not going to complain.

"Yeah, ok, Blood Witch."

They continued along the winding streets back in the direction of the docks. Edward moved through the city with the confidence of someone who had been living there for his whole life, like he had a map of the city in his head.

By now the whole city would have news of the attack, so he really wasn't worried about those things being able to reach them again. At least, he wasn't as worried about that as someone reaching his ship.

"So, um, are most Blood Witches brothel owners?"

Seyah

 

[Seyah]

Seyah did not say a word as Edward began to guide them through the reaches of the ancient city, deciding that perhaps it was best he took on this leg of the trip. Doubtless he was better at navigating foreign lands than she was.

This being the first time she'd ever left Tyr.

A laugh barked passed her lips as Edward asked his next question. Her head shaking as she could not help the grin that spread across her face. "No, they do not, and I suggest if you meet any other you keep such a suggestion to yourself."

She mused as they continued, the toxin bells ringing out as they warned of the attack at the Keep.

"We Tyrian's have an ancient history with Blood Magic." Seyah explained. "Some have more talent in it than others."

Though all could use The Blood in some way. "It is the Blood Witches who hold the most sacred of knowledge. They are keepers of the old ways, healers, seers, advisors."

The Taverness admitted freely.

"They hold a special place in Tyrian society." A smile flashed to Edward. "My mother was one of their Ranks, though not after I was born."

The implication there being more than clear. "She taught me many secrets that by the ancient rites, I should not know."