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The rain fell down at a violent torrent, never ending and threatening to wash the city away as the chorus of the storm's booming thunder came to a head. Rain this time of year was expected, but the ferocity of the storm itself serve to catch many off guard, sending them scrambling for cover from the downpour. The hour was late and as expected the streets were darken but with the storms arrival an eerie blackness blanketed the city as if to say evil itself had crept in uncontested.
While the tavern goers on their way for drinks or those stumbling home from having to many tankards raced for cover, hoping to stay dry under awnings, two men stood above all, perched upon a treacherous rooftop standing opposite of each other. The pair cut rich silhouettes against the backdrop of the storm, appearing more so like gargoyles then men with how still they were. Unlike the stone creatures however, cold to the touch, there was no denying the heat between the pair that filled the gap between them.
"Gile..." One said.
"Malis..." Said the other.
Greetings issued, they acknowledged each other after what appeared to be a stare down which lasted decades. In truth, this meeting had long been in the making.
"Where is she." Gile said, jaw clenched and tight with anger he tried to repress.
"Close by brother... You didn't think I would let her miss this show?" Malis chuckled with a sweeping motion of his hand towards a neighboring building. There, among the many windows which face them, a porcelain face filled one of square panes of glass, staring wide eye.
"Your no brother to me Malis... Just a ghost from the past." Gile corrected, a quick glance given to the window to confirm what Malis promised.
"Come now! Surely you do not mean that... I am more brother to you then Gavin ever was... We both know this... This has been years in the making... If only you followed my instructions oh so long ago, it would have never come to this. Embrace me now and we can put this silly notion of us warring with each other to rest... I'll even allow you to have her." Malis spoke as if he had already won.
"Why does the ghost still speak?" Gile fumed, unwilling to play Malis's game.
Both men were silent now as the rain hammered down upon them. The wind picked up at that moment, a strong gust that tore at their soaked clothes and filled the silence with a beast like howl.
"I see... You have much to learn brother... I suppose we will never outgrow our roles.. I the teacher and you the student... Are you willing to do this... You've but one hand these days..." Malis smiled, wide and devious.
Gile looked to his hand or rather where his right hand use to be. Now there was nothing but a bandaged stump, a reminder of what he had lost so far and a badge of what he was willing to risk for her. You... Always you. The words he told her echoed in his mind and he smiled.
"You think I need two hands to best you?" A smirk played across Gile's tired face and he looked up. A fire had ignited in his eye, born of determination.
Close by in the docks below two thunderous explosions rung out followed by two plumes of black smoke that barely contained the fireballs with in. With in moments the large ship docked there began to sink, claimed by the troubled waters of the vast river.
A look of annoyances flashed across Malis's face as he stared accusingly at Gile.
"You have no ship now... Soon you will have no hostage... And soon after... You will have no life..." Gile drew the blade which rested upon his right hip and readied himself.
"I must say... I do enjoy this game..." Malis replied a low chuckle erupting into a full blown cackle as he too drew his blade.
The pair were on each other in seconds, racing down the length of the slippery tiled roof, years of training aiding in the balancing act of not falling off the top arch. As they neared each other they both swung their blades, one filled with the disappointment and betrayal of a trusted brother and student turning on him, the other swinging with the hatred born of stealing and harming his beloved.
And as their blades neared, a bolt of lightning cut through the sky, bathing the two in a brilliant white glow which was a image sure to burn in the eyes of any watching.
"This is it." Gavin chirped happily as he stood outside a rather run down looking shop which gates were up across the entrance and window display, marking the shop as being closed. The shop itself looked rather depressing and in desperate need of being repainted, unless it's owner was going for this desired look. Faded black and rust.. That was a design choice... Right?
Unlike most of the other shops that crowded the city of magic, there was not a trace of glitz or glamour at all. Hell, even it's location was hideous, being kept on a side street which curved away from the main street and then sharply to the left and down a flight of stairs into a back alley, as if it were purposely hidden from view. Gavin had talked about a friend who could help him with his issue of not being able to use the Blackfyre... He just failed to mention that his friend owned a failing shop and apparently was a recluse.
The pair had arrived in Elbion a week prior, fresh from their jaunt in the netherworld and rested for the better part of a week. Between their escape from Alliria, braving the dangers of the open water with a dragon, being chased down by magical beings, fighting off pirates, and then being sucked into a demon world, the pair had earned a small break for their troubles. Besides, Gavin's friend was out on business, and so they had to wait a week. This meant enjoying copious amounts of food, drink, and dessert in a luxury inn that Gavin was associated with thanks to fact it served as a black market hub in Elbion.
As all good things, the small honey moon came to an end and the pair now found themselves standing outside in the shadows of the tall walls around them, in a dank alley way, waiting to be greeted. They should have been out enjoying the sun, holding hands, kissing, snuggling, and all manner of normal things normal couples enjoyed... However the half elf and ship captain were everything but normal.
Kestrel
While the tavern goers on their way for drinks or those stumbling home from having to many tankards raced for cover, hoping to stay dry under awnings, two men stood above all, perched upon a treacherous rooftop standing opposite of each other. The pair cut rich silhouettes against the backdrop of the storm, appearing more so like gargoyles then men with how still they were. Unlike the stone creatures however, cold to the touch, there was no denying the heat between the pair that filled the gap between them.
"Gile..." One said.
"Malis..." Said the other.
Greetings issued, they acknowledged each other after what appeared to be a stare down which lasted decades. In truth, this meeting had long been in the making.
"Where is she." Gile said, jaw clenched and tight with anger he tried to repress.
"Close by brother... You didn't think I would let her miss this show?" Malis chuckled with a sweeping motion of his hand towards a neighboring building. There, among the many windows which face them, a porcelain face filled one of square panes of glass, staring wide eye.
"Your no brother to me Malis... Just a ghost from the past." Gile corrected, a quick glance given to the window to confirm what Malis promised.
"Come now! Surely you do not mean that... I am more brother to you then Gavin ever was... We both know this... This has been years in the making... If only you followed my instructions oh so long ago, it would have never come to this. Embrace me now and we can put this silly notion of us warring with each other to rest... I'll even allow you to have her." Malis spoke as if he had already won.
"Why does the ghost still speak?" Gile fumed, unwilling to play Malis's game.
Both men were silent now as the rain hammered down upon them. The wind picked up at that moment, a strong gust that tore at their soaked clothes and filled the silence with a beast like howl.
"I see... You have much to learn brother... I suppose we will never outgrow our roles.. I the teacher and you the student... Are you willing to do this... You've but one hand these days..." Malis smiled, wide and devious.
Gile looked to his hand or rather where his right hand use to be. Now there was nothing but a bandaged stump, a reminder of what he had lost so far and a badge of what he was willing to risk for her. You... Always you. The words he told her echoed in his mind and he smiled.
"You think I need two hands to best you?" A smirk played across Gile's tired face and he looked up. A fire had ignited in his eye, born of determination.
Close by in the docks below two thunderous explosions rung out followed by two plumes of black smoke that barely contained the fireballs with in. With in moments the large ship docked there began to sink, claimed by the troubled waters of the vast river.
A look of annoyances flashed across Malis's face as he stared accusingly at Gile.
"You have no ship now... Soon you will have no hostage... And soon after... You will have no life..." Gile drew the blade which rested upon his right hip and readied himself.
"I must say... I do enjoy this game..." Malis replied a low chuckle erupting into a full blown cackle as he too drew his blade.
The pair were on each other in seconds, racing down the length of the slippery tiled roof, years of training aiding in the balancing act of not falling off the top arch. As they neared each other they both swung their blades, one filled with the disappointment and betrayal of a trusted brother and student turning on him, the other swinging with the hatred born of stealing and harming his beloved.
And as their blades neared, a bolt of lightning cut through the sky, bathing the two in a brilliant white glow which was a image sure to burn in the eyes of any watching.
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"This is it." Gavin chirped happily as he stood outside a rather run down looking shop which gates were up across the entrance and window display, marking the shop as being closed. The shop itself looked rather depressing and in desperate need of being repainted, unless it's owner was going for this desired look. Faded black and rust.. That was a design choice... Right?
Unlike most of the other shops that crowded the city of magic, there was not a trace of glitz or glamour at all. Hell, even it's location was hideous, being kept on a side street which curved away from the main street and then sharply to the left and down a flight of stairs into a back alley, as if it were purposely hidden from view. Gavin had talked about a friend who could help him with his issue of not being able to use the Blackfyre... He just failed to mention that his friend owned a failing shop and apparently was a recluse.
The pair had arrived in Elbion a week prior, fresh from their jaunt in the netherworld and rested for the better part of a week. Between their escape from Alliria, braving the dangers of the open water with a dragon, being chased down by magical beings, fighting off pirates, and then being sucked into a demon world, the pair had earned a small break for their troubles. Besides, Gavin's friend was out on business, and so they had to wait a week. This meant enjoying copious amounts of food, drink, and dessert in a luxury inn that Gavin was associated with thanks to fact it served as a black market hub in Elbion.
As all good things, the small honey moon came to an end and the pair now found themselves standing outside in the shadows of the tall walls around them, in a dank alley way, waiting to be greeted. They should have been out enjoying the sun, holding hands, kissing, snuggling, and all manner of normal things normal couples enjoyed... However the half elf and ship captain were everything but normal.
Kestrel