Private Tales On The Town

[Ademar Acero]

What came next caught his attention. Someone tried to kill Talus? Hell Ademar could’ve been killed too a while ago. This place was supposedly safe and a retreat for Dreadlords to take pleasures in the flesh, right? It wasn’t a joke as Talus had panic all over his face and the bloody knife to complement it.

Perhaps the brother was compromised with rogues wanting to kill Dreadlords. It could be heathen elves or the bandits of the Underground. Vel Anir was a place many different cultures and societies hated Vel Anir, and it was known. Obviously with the many assassins and hedge knights that attacked the nobility of Vel Anir and the Dreadlords, no matter what rank they were.

If his suspicions needed more confirmation, there stood a man with a crossbow aimed at Talus. The man died before he could even loosen the bolt as he drowned in his own blood from the knife.

Ademar then reached out to touch the wooden walls of the room, absorbing its strength and properties that would make the area of where he touched weak. His skin would be thick and the best a steel sword could do was just cut his skin like a kitchen knife.

The hulking apprentice stepped in front of Talus, offering himself as a target for their attackers. A chair was thrown at him, though it did not affect him much. Amongst the chaos and screaming there was a woman and appeared to be gifted with telekinesis as a table suspended itself and once again chucked towards Ademar. The lad grabbed a retreating whore and pushed her towards the incoming thrown object which collided with her, knocking her down while crying in pain.

Others he could see with swords in their hands, pushing the crowd out of the way in order to attack their targets.

 

[Talus]

What the hell was this?

Talus clutched the knife in his hand tightly, still standing with nearly no clothes on as he stood behind Ademar and watched the batch of assassins approach. "We need to get out of here, call the Guard."

He told Ademar quietly, fingers flexing as the assailants moved closer.

"Let's slaughter these fools and make our way to the nearest outpost." They were Dreadlords. These morons?

They were nothing.

A breath filled him, and then suddenly Talus's skin flashed into that odd translucent blue. Within a second he was among the assassins, the blade of his knife flickering through flesh and tearing into skin.

 

[Ademar Acero]

Skin still hardened with wood, so he could parry off bladed attacks while suffering only a scratch or at least a paper cut on his skin. The attacks of physical weapons did not worry him, what did concern him was the mage before them. We’re these men hired to assassinate Dreadlords within Vel Anir? It was easy to see what is visible, and these assailants somehow managed to successfully hide their intentions and presence from the watchful eye of the Dreadlords and Anirian Guard that policed the city.

If they were hired assassins, how many have they killed? Were there other establishments like this with the intention to kill? Then again, if a Dreadlord faced a fate like that, wouldn’t their disappearance alert the others and organize a search party?

Too many theories in what these people are and what they could have done. For now they needed to escape with their lives and report to the nearest outpost.

As Talus shifted and swiftly approached the crowd of assassins, Ademar followed behind; aggressively shoving and pushing any bystanders that obstructed his path.

The mage then focused on Talus, interested in the magic he carried as she observed his skills. Even if what appeared to be a critical wound on Talus, he remained unscathed from the attack. At least with Ademar she could inflict some pain, but something she can’t hit? That was a threat.

Her focus was then on the floor nearby Talus, nails and wood creaking as she began to tore it apart to create a hole in the floor. Slow down his progress, thus giving her time on how to exploit his weaknesses.