Ransom Ouity Deathsbane

[ThatCanadian 203]

*A bundle of notes fly through the air, as you pass, one presses itself against your chest. The note writes, 

 

"Family and Friends of Ouity Deathsbane. You have one Saints Day to gather 750 minas for the life of this man. If you fail, we will still give him back...but in many parts. Once again, you have One Saints Day. Send a bird to the Cloud Temple, we will check every Saints Hour."

 

*The Note is stamped, with a Red Eagle.*

 

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[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Artimec caught wind that Ouity was evidently being held captive by some folk. His lips quivered for a moment, then he snickered.

 

"Oh Aspects. If only they knew. I almost feel sorry for the kidnappers."

[Mephistophelian 977]

A raven-haired fellow gives the paper a passing glance before returning it to the wind.

 

"Such a low price... Quite fitting, for a Druid."

[Gone 869]

A pale elfess eyes the poster that rudely attacked her chest, reading it twice over to ensure she saw the words correctly. "How did the old Wolf get captured? Hrm... I hope he's alright."

[Ethan the epic 115]

*James davord feels the softness of the letter at his chest but scrunches it up and puts it into the inn's fire. "BLoody litter boggers."

[Heero 4092]

 

In a world lost to the ever-consuming nature of the Void, a battered Elf finds himself kindling a malnourished flame within the depths of a winding cave system. Embraced by the grim radiance of the frail flame, grunts and other pained grasps bounce. All echoing throughout the winding stone tunnels that bore into the earth. Raw and chapped flesh is tightly wrapped in gnarled rags which have been poorly converted into bandages. Once this fresh batch of wounds are properly nursed and the urge to rake at the itch-inducing rags passes, the interloper finds himself lost in the lull off the campfire's embers crackling. The dim orange sparks bringing some closure to the taxed Elf. He recalls a former Druid companion. A short chuckle brings a thin smile to lips. Halting only as the cuts that dot his lower lip begin to reopen. The image of the former Arch-Druii's shock upon discovering the mage he once chased with a hatchet had adhered to his warnings drowned the otherworldly howls that run through the night. The Elf slumped into his makeshift bedroll. He stirs momentarily. Fighting to calm the aches of his wounds he gradually slips into a slumber.

 

"I wonder if that lunatic is in good health. I hope that I may see him one last time. I... I hope all is well."

[ThatCanadian 203]

*Any other replies would be ignored, the situation seeming to have solved itself. Smoke rising from the north.*

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

"Oh come on." The Wolf Druid groaned in exasperation. Backed against a wall and standing in frigid snow, three armed men converged on him, weapons carefully trained on Ouity. He'd already made his potential known to the trio, as attested to by the flaming house across the alley. They weren't taking chances with him anymore.

 

"I let you live, and this is the thanks I get?" He groans, the dagger buried in his forearm throbbing. "The nerve of some people."

 

It's a shame it'll end like this. The Druid thought to himself as he deflected the torch thrust at him with a fluidity that betrayed the danger lurking lurking inside of him. In the moment that followed, Ouity knew well that he could have the man's arm, but something inside of him made him hesitate. They're nice people. He mused as scorching pain flowed down his neck. He crumpled to the ground, his body useless. And it's been such good fun.

 

Besides a few moments of annoyance, Ouity had himself his fill of mirth from the trio of robbers. Holding them hostage in their own home had been quite fun, so had been impersonating library staff to bait them into attacking him. In the end, however, it was he who sat facing a burning brazier, already settling himself in for the long sleep that would take him before his inevitable return.

 

They weren't boring. He mused in a resigned sort of way as his body was hurled into the fire. That's good enough, I suppose.

 

He screamed as the flames took him, in that moment almost regretting his good will.

 

Almost. They had been quite funny.

 

But he did have a reputation to...

Maintai.......

[Gladuos 869]

Jeremiah grasps at the paper that flew into his chest and covered his face, coughing a bit as he did so.

 

"Wha' the Netheh is t'is?" he asks as he starts to read over the contents.

 

"Oh, so they're sendin' 'im back, tha's not so bad..." he says as he reads halfway through.

 

He then reads on to the part about sending in 'many parts'.

 

"WHA'," Jeremiah exclaims.

[Sky 0]

Dmitri laughs within the keep of Alriczan, as he looks towards Renn and sighs. "Your brethren has been captured, the terrorist of Felsen himself. Tell me, what is the best way for him to suffer? Can one lose their tree growing abilities?" he asks, with genuine interest in his tone and mere moments later a smile appears on his face. "Is that so? Interesting. Very, interesting. Dravo."

[Andustar 4143]

Nicholas would chuckle at the note "Very well, though I doubt it will be your captive who will be in pieces!"

[Wendigo 786]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.