ROLEPLAY HQ - abnormal-allies

It started with a bounty notice. Eight hundred gold pieces for a witch. Of course they wouldn’t make it easy for him. How could he resist doubling it for bringing them in alive? A half Elf bastard could only rise up so far before being kicked back into the dirt. That’s where Kyran found his place. Why go higher when he could stay and milk he job for what it was worth? Sure, being a mercenary wasn’t the most glorious thing in the land, but it was enough. He knew the job was dangerous, but that’s what made it worth doing. Not just for the gold, but for the recognition. He knew the king didn’t expect him bring the witch back alive. Nobody was expecting Kyran to survive the encounter. That much was obvious when the royal court erupted in jeers of disbelief when he formally accepted the bounty. That is how Kyran now finds himself deep in the forest, approaching a hut that somehow looked both tattered and well-kept all at the same time. Keeping his distance and trying to stay hidden, Kyran watches the hut. Looking for any signs of the witch.

It had been 5 years since her mother was gone. She was used to living in the woods alone. When she had met her own powers she was only 12. She could communicate with nature. Her kind could live for years yet she was maybe the last one standing of her family. They were all hunted. Maurelle walked out of her hut. It was in a very hidden area of the forest and it would be really hard to find it. There were so many beasts in the woods. Most would not dare to approach Maurelle because they knew in their hearts that she was one of the most dangerous beasts in the woods under her innocent look. She crouched down in front of the hut and placed her palms on the earth. “Mater terra filiam tuam absconde, filiam tuam hprotege” she whispered and ivies started to grow around her hut almost making it disappear. She then froze. There was something wrong the mother earth was trying to warn her. She listened. In silence. Trees were whispering. There was a man in the woods. In her woods.

Kyran's vision focuses on the witch as she emerges from the hut. He doesn't react as the hut is engulfed and hidden away, but his mind does buzz with new questions as he rethinks his approach. Does she notice something is wrong? I'm down wind of her, did I miss something? It was obvious to him that the element of surprise was no longer there for him, so Kyran chooses the one thing he has gained a reputation for doing. Rising to his feet, going into a smooth, quick stride as he approaches the witch. His steel-blue eyes watching carefully as he draws his sword.

Maurelle was still on the ground her eyes closed. She was listening to the earth... He was too close... "Stricta tenere illum" she whispered and the ivies started to grow around his legs and up to his arms. She knew he could see her and she knew he was so damn close. She raised from her place and turned to face him taking a couple steps back. She had been living here alone for years and no one managed to get that close. She was curious... "What do you want?" she hissed ready to command the whole forest under her command.

"I am here to make a name for myself. And hopefully get paid for it." He sounded sure of himself, but also full of it at the same time. Not quite arrogant, but definitely overconfident. "You see, the king has put a price for your head. Eight hundred gold! More if I bring you in alive! Now, I very much don't care what happens afterwards. Killing off the whole court would do you and the kingdom some good. I just need the coin first." Kyran gives her a grin as he opens his off hand, a ball of magical fire sparks into existence that spreads up his arms and across his body, burning away the ivy holding him. As he casually frees himself, the flames move to engulf the blade of his sword. "Let's not make this difficult." As he talks and puts on a display with his magic, Kyran reaches to his belt, taking a small fragile gourd, and hides it in the palm of his hand as he readies himself for her response.

Maurelle did not really like what she heard. If the king placed such a bounty on her this one was not gonna be the last to get her. "Eight hundred gold..." she repeated after him. She was not scared. She knew she was the most dangerous creature in this forest. She surely had no interest to kill the court no matter it would solve all of her problems nor she cared for the kingdom. The grin on his face was surely disturbing. The fire sparkled in her eyes along with the terror. He was going to hurt the forest. She sank to the floor once more and leaned her palms to the ground. "Fons vitae. Veni ad vitam. Vitae suscipit, posuere vitae." she whispered one after the other. Drops of water started to came out of earth and raised in the air. It was like raindrops were frozen before they fell to the ground. They slowly started to turn around the man turning into a hurricane. She was going to drown him. No one... could come into her forest and threaten her. If he wanted to make a name for himself, all he was going to have was the one for his funeral...

Carefully guarding the fragile gourd in his left hand, Kyran adjusts his right hand to cast magic while holding his sword. Magic sparks under his palm, but it flashes a brilliant hue of blue as a wide sheet of ice erupts into existence between him and the gale she had just conjured. "I'm sorry, my lady, but we can't have that now." Crushing the gourd in his left hand, Kyran rushes forward, throwing the gourd and it's contents into the witch's face. From the broken husk of the gourd, a cloud of powder and sand sprays across her face. It stings her eyes and assaults her nose as it settles on her skin. His thoughts races as he backs up a bit, waiting for a reaction. I really hope this won't be the end of me...

Maurelle would not let him get her that easy. She raised her hand and the gourd stopped in the air. An evil smile curled the side of her lips "De vloek zal de eigenaar vinden" she whispered sending the gourd back to the man. If it would hit the target without a block that would make her next attack easier. Her hands raised to the sides and her head dropped back, her eyes closed she started to whisper again. "De naalden van het bos, ik roep je te hulp." she started to whisper one after the other the whisper was getting louder each time. The bees started to gather around her almost like they were formiing a wall getting ready to attack to the man.