Jacula crosses House Cheshire

[EStripus]

[I apologize that this post comes so late. Jacula and I were writing this collaboratively, and I become ill during the writing of it.  This RP took place before Jacula was burned in the fire. It was actually the day of the Hydlaa market.]

A Dangerous Stranger

Emmara's pupils dilated slightly as her Enkien eyes watched the daggers come towards her. They flew through the air without rotation and barely any arc since they took flight from a position higher than hers.  She gaged the distance and the speed of the hilts that would arrive ahead of the blades. Swiftly her paws extended to catch them, the first settled into her paw as gracefully as if someone had handed them to her. Yet her timing was a fraction off with the second one, the pommel brushing against her fingertips in mid-air. Without thinking her muscles quickly adapted to regain control of the blade before it fell into the water below. The hilt rattled around between her fingers as she regained control of the errant dagger, fortunately without cutting herself.  The daggers were old but well cared for. She would have felt bad had she dropped one of Lord Barike's daggers into the fountain and chipped it against the hard stone structure.
Barike nodded approvingly from his perch on one of the raised stone blocks scattered along edge of the Laanx fountain. He gazed at his two warlords that had been relaxing in the middle of the fountain. Atagal and Emmara sat idly on the hub of stone in the center which held the statue of Laanx aloft.  Emmara had come a long way; she had matured exceedingly since he had taken her into House Cheshire as a young inexperienced Fenki. Her instincts and skills given her proficiency as a hunter had been a good foundation for her to grow on, as well as ascend the ranks.

As Emmara tested the balance of Barike's daggers, he let his gaze wander to the silent Kore fenki that sat with her back against the pedestal. Atagal was one of his oldest, as well as most unpredictable friends.  But when push came to shove she had always remained loyally at his side, always with the best interest of House Cheshire in mind. In turn her services had earned her the rank of warlord.
Atagal had changed a lot since he had first met her as a young fenki. He pondered touched by her struggle. In his mind it wasn’t fair that anyone should have gone through what she had to endure before he had rescued her when she was younger. Sadly, life had been giving her a hard time since then. As he pondered he realized that the best thing that had happened to her was having met Emmara. Barike was glad that he had introduced them. Prior to the introduction he had often wondered what would become of Atagal. His ponder ended as he heard a familiar voice hail him.
Emmara inspecting the worn daggers and looked up as some of the newest members arrived at the edge of the fountain. Dayar and Shoraal had sought themselves to the rest of their kin, both taking a seat on the lower ledge of the fountain.
They seemed to be good menki's and were and suitable for tending to House Cheshire’s interests. Thus Barike had earlier admitted them. Emmara didn't see them often as the two were always busy running around exploring, trying to find to find their niche in life. Yet she still had a good feeling about them and had not opposed Barike's decision to bring them into the house.
Emmara caught Barike's eyes and tossed the daggers back to him. In turn he talked about his favorite set of daggers, releasing them from their forearm sheaths to admire them. Emmara was distracted and stopped listening to his banter as a hooded stranger passed behind Dayar. The hooded figure dragged his hood further down his face seemingly minding his own business as he walked up to the fountain to have a seat.
Emmara looked over as she heard someone splash into the fountain. Atagal made a slightly annoyed expression as a klyros accidentally sent up a few drops of water onto Emmara and herself. The klyros seemed strangely content to sit in the water surrounded by Enkidukai strangers. Barike and Emmara exchanged curious glances but both shrugged with a lack of concern for the klyros' flamboyant behavior.
The rustle of the mysterious stranger's cloak drew Emmara's attention back to that edge of the fountain. She glanced over at the hooded stranger and nodded politely, "Fine market today, wasn't it?"
Jacula slouched forward as he looked at his reflection and made a slight gesture of the hand to her without responding. Emmara shrugged at the stranger's anti-social behavior, her lips eventually parting in a smile as Gag Harmond joined the enki gathering. Shoraal excused himself as he remembered he had an errand to complete. With a pleasant wave he dashed off to complete his unfinished task. As the group exchanged pleasantries, the cloaked man reached out as if to touch his own reflection, circles spread on the water’s surface as it slowly soaked his entire hand. A slight glow from under his hood could be seen as he observed Emmara.
 Barike glanced at Emmara and raised an eyebrow wary of the stranger eyeing her. Noticing her leader's expression she turned to see what had caught his attention. Jacula withdrew his hand as a vague glow infused the water, his lips parted in a twisted smile under his hood as he straightened up in a more respectable posture.
Emmara became concerned as she felt a little trapped by the magic infused water.  Her eyes probed the dimensions of the hood to estimate where his eyes were. She saw a faint glow from the depths of the cloth’s void, "What did you just do to the water?"
   Jacula trailed his fingers over the rough surface of the stone beneath him, eventually the vague glow in the water faded. He looked up at Emmara as the shimmer in his eyes grew bright anew. He replied only with a vague smile, his teeth visible in the darkness of his hood.

Emmara looked sternly at him with her glittery purple eyes. "Tampering with a Hydlaa water source would be frowned upon by the Octarchy.”
Jacula noticed the rare trait of her eyes as he brought a finger to his chin in thought 'A frown is of little meaning to me' he replied in a disturbing tone.
The pack tensed slightly as they felt Emmara's concern growing, her expression became strained. She passed in front of Atagal to stand across the water from the inconsiderate stranger.
 Jacula looked down into the water as she approached 'Crra Enkidukai..' he said in a screeching voice. Her ears laid low at the horrible screech but the determination in her eye hardens.
Emmara smiled politely, keeping her calm. She reigned in her old instinct to become equally belligerent; she was determined not to lose her temper like she has done in the past. She refused to embarrass the guild and she would not disappoint Barike like she had done in the past. "Now, since my mate and I have to cross this water to get out of here, I would like to know what you have done to it."
Jacula trailed his fingers over the water's surface again, a vague purple glow soon spread before fading. Barike's eartips flickered as he gave Jacula a measuring look.  Soon enough she realized that was is too late to do anything for the klyros. She waited to see what happened to the klyros who sat in magicked waters, strangely he seemed oblivious to the potential danger. She looked at the klyros in the water as she exclaimed "That water may not be safe, sir. You might want to step out of it."
 Jacula inched closer to the water edge, he watched how the vague glow spread over the surface before standing, supporting himself against one of the stone structures 'Have a little faith tethibh'
Emmara and Barike shared the same view as they both told the arrogant figure that he had not earned their trust by casting unknown spells into the water.
Jacula removed a glyph from a pouch in his belt which he squeezed in the palm of his hand, he looked over at the klyros with a strange expression before pointing it towards the water 'Freeze' he exclaimed as frost began to spread, the water slowly transcending into ice which inched closer and closer to the klyros.
Esorono looked down at the ice as it soon enough froze his body in place. Jacula took a step onto the frozen surface to approach Emmara. Quickly she grabbed her fire glyph and released a small burst of flames at the ice to free the klyros upon which he quickly changed his mind about the safety of the water and scrambled out.
Jacula fell through the weakened ice and landed on his feet in the cold waters, he took a step onto the stone hub in the middle, seemingly fascinated by Emmara. Gag maintained a calm front, “Very impressive, Sir. - But what kind of a reason do you have to impress us that way?”
 Emmara looked sharply at the hooded figure. Her lips curled slightly to reveal a portion of her fangs. In turn her kin did the same. She let out a low warning growl as Jacula stepped onto the dais in the center of the fountain.
Atagal stood as the stranger crossed the barrier; her paws comfortably closed around her sabre hilts.
Jacula approached Emmara with heavy steps, he stopped inches from her as he locked his eyes with hers from under his hood “Zhagh.. Pretty eyes.”
Emmara clenched her jaw to keep herself in control despite the cloaked figures constant antagonizing. She did not dare to risk a physical conflict in the middle of the plaza with someone that continued to reveal more tricks. Starting a fight could endanger the initiates and other innocent residents. Emmara felt a mild warmth as Atagal's tail was covered in magic flames.  Barike snarled as he saw the stranger come far too close to the fenkis. The stranger proceeded to insult the group, as if begging for a fight.
Jacula looked down at the stone beneath Emmara’s feet before turning slightly to Atagal 'Such a fierce race.. Fascinating.”
 Seemingly, he sensed that he has pushed his luck far enough with the angered enkis, Jacula took a step back as if to indicate submission. Yet soon enough he observed Atagal's tail and laughed weakly 'Is this what the plague does to a fenki?'
Emmara growled, "That is not the plague, it is something far worse for anyone that pushes her too far." She tried to hold her fear and concern out of Jacula's strong skills of perception, as she heard Iceche splash into the fountain. Dear sweet Iceche, why did he have to come so close to this ever growing danger?
Emmara spoke to Iceche without moving her eyes off the stanger, "Iceche, get out of the water and back on the ledge."
Barike glanced into the water before looking back at Jacula "Yes, get out of the water Iceche." Gag gave Iceche a hand to help him out, once out of the water the menki stuttered “I...Im.. worried”
Emmara spoke calmly to Iceche, "You'll be fine. Have Jacobita or Lesiros check you out."
Gag nodded in agreement with Emmara “ Trust in your comrades. If they need help, they will ask for.”
Jacula sniffed the air around the two fenkis before him as the shimmer in his eyes grew brighter. He turned to Emmara again and ignored Atagal, as if playing some kind of mind game 'Fear.. Misplaced fear for a humble commoner. I don't see why you can't crawl back into the filthy hole you came from.' he said mockingly.
Emmara hissed as a response “Iceche has more courage than you know. Courage is not about how big your weapons are or how scary you act.”
To match his hostility she grinned broadly, exposing her fangs fully, "Though there are times when physical courage is necessary."
 Jacula broke into a screeching laughter 'Your proud ways has little meaning here in this wretched place.. I'd return to whatever dsar you came from if i where you'

 The insolent stranger resumed his verbal assault on the group to try and provoke a fight. He seemed proud of the insults he threw such as 'Like a pack of plague ridden rats” and “house of fools”.
The enkis keep their discipline and weathered the insults. Regretfully Iceche's discipline ran out. His bravado greater than his fighting skills, foolishly he began to threaten Jacula with physical violence.
Jacula's eyes flashed as he looked past the fenkis and smiled dangerously. He appeared delighted as he observed Iceche who took the bait of his mind game.  He taunted the menki for being submissive to the senior ranks, making it sound as if Iceche was kept on a leash like a pet. Finally he threw a piece of bread to him, as a mocking reward for good behavior.
 
Yet without apparent warning, Jacula halted his insults and looked as if he was in pain, though no one had touched him. The moment was gone before anyone can act, and his eyes flared bright enough to illuminate his tattoos that were hidden in the shadows of his hood; Iceche fell to the ground with a soft cry, having attempted to penetrate Jaculas mind with azure magic “His mind is too strong!”
Jacobita, who until this point had quietly watched from behind the protection of the large stones rushed to the aid of her fallen guild mate.
Jacula sneered and grabbed onto a darkness glyph in his pouch; determined to make the weakling menki pay for trying to get inside his head. However, knowing he was outnumbered he decided to create a distraction. He held the glyph up and squeezed it slightly before snarling “Darkness.”
 Emmara's eyes widened at the sight of the glyph but she had no time to react. The stranger disappeared into a cloud of darkness and his footsteps receded toward the Laanx temple,  the dark way energy released into the environment hit her. Having no time to put up her spell of protection, the energy sank its teeth into her soul.
Barike leaped off his perch onto the central dais to steady Emmara as Atagal moved up to comfort her.  She stood bent over with her paws on her thighs. no longer could she contain the anger that Jacula had generated, he had now hurt two members of House Cheshire. She snarled loudly from where she stood, “I want him!.”
 Gag and Esorono had their suspicions of who the stranger was. Afterall, how many of Yliakum citizens have glowing eyes?  They agreed that Emmara's mention of facial tattoos seems to confirm his identity.

Jacobita called for Barike's assistance. The guild watched helplessly as Iceche seemed to walk with an unnatural uncontrolled stride into the temple. Barike and Jacobita followed into the temple to try and stop Iceche's uncharacteristic stride into danger.
Emmara straightened up to join the rescue when Atagal held onto her and spoke soothingly "And I am not going to willingly let you chase him."
She argued with Atagal that Barike woukd need their help to catch Jacula. Yet Atagal insisted that Jacula was too dangerous.
Emmara cried with frustration and insisted that it is not fair to have Barike face this nightmare alone. Atagal's desperation reached a critical threshold and she whispered words neither fenki thought they would ever hear.  “Lurre ,are you really willing to put all of this at risk? They will be able to come back out of the death realm even if they go. But not you.. We both know someone is waiting, you may not come back! If you are willing to do this, I am leaving and not going to return."
 Emmara's tears shattered on the stone of the fountain. They fell silenty as the weight of Atagal's words sunk deeper into her heart. She turned to Atagal with a pleading look, “They can't be left alone with him! You might be the only one that is mean enough to match that monster.
Atagal nodded unable to ignore Emmara's unspoken request. She held Emmara close as she looked into Emmara's purple eyes. She couldn’t help but think that during this dire time, They are as beautiful as ever. Though Emmara would never believe it. “Wait for me by the portal.” Atagal said softly, “...just in case.”
With no further words  Atagal turned and splashed across the fountain. The sound of her plate mail boots hitting the plaza stones rang after she had already disappeared into the iron temple..

And so the hunt for Jacula was on, would Atagal be able to save Iceche, or would she be too late?

[Akkaido Kivikar]

[Nice. If you want the assistance of a swordsmenki/Crystal Way mage, you know my name and clan. Of course, my character has no knowledge of these events.]

[jaculapundactum]

"A Chaotic Mind"

And so the hunt for Jacula was on, would Atagal be able to save Iceche, or would she be too late?

Jacula’s brought a hand to his head in pain. He had only been exposed to the mind penetrating spells that the azure way held once before. He had spent a few weeks studying the art at the bronze doors, schooled by Sysial Shillor. Her gifts where more than he could ever hope for, yet she had learned him defend himself properly against those who sought to control the minds of others. The reluctant steps of his assailant could soon be heard echoing through the temple, the menki’s will free to be bent to his every wish. He ignored the nausea which the spell brought him, focusing on the feeling of a heightened sense. A fragile control over the Menki’s body. He led Iceche up the stairs to the offering well, knowing that the dungeon would be a suitable place to make his demands. His goal was clear as he grabbed the Menki by the neck, one of his kin hurrying down the aisle to save him.
Barike glances up with a snarl "What is the meaning of this?"Jacula looked down at the flustered menki with a malign smile 'You have no say here.. He is mine now' Iceche pleaded for help as he remained in Jaculas grasp. Deciding to move before others entered the temple Jacula snapped his fingers at him and said “Menki, Jump!”

The two made their way down the offering well, the dark ambience giving Jacula a distinct feeling of focus. Barike followed closely and hurried up to the Ynnwn, his teeth showing plainly "And what if you are killed?.. You don’t think I would let you escape so easily?"
Jacula ignored Barike’s empty threat knowing that he was in complete control. He snapped his fingers at Iceche leading him deeper into the darkness, the menki following from a far. The narrow path proved slippery, and the darkness eventually blinded Barike, leaving him to the mercy of the foul beasts which called the dungeon home.

As they wandered deeper Jacula felt his control over Iceche grow weaker, they reached the very bottom of the the abandoned mine that can be found within the dungeon before the magic bond between them ended. Jacula moved closer to Iceche as he tilted his head at him before he placed a hand on his shoulder. A vague purple glow exuded from his hand has he demanded 'Sleep.. Let your mind go blank' noticing how the spell took its toll on Iceche Jacula took hold of him, forcefully pinning against a nearby rock 'Just do as I say.. And you will save yourself a lot of pain!' He punched him in the stomach to assert himself. The menki fell to his knees and gasped violently, Jacula grabbed him by the neck as he fell, smashing his head against the ground.
The menki’s head bounced awkwardly against the cold stone, Jacula sneered slightly as the thud of Iceche hitting his head echoed through the narrow caverns. He produced a pair of leather straps from his pack which he used to tie his arms and legs, making sure that Iceche was trapped in his predicament.

Zak soon appeared from the shadows of a nearby hole in the massive stone wall, inspecting the menki which laid unconscious on the ground “What have we here?” he said in a surly tone before looking up at Jacula. The ynnwn explained the situation briefly “half the ransom is yours if you keep my back covered”. Zak nodded before licking his chops at the sound of the idea; he hid himself in the shadows of the nearby hole again, black beady eyes glistening in the darkness.
Jacula checked the stability of the straps before slapping the menki over the cheek to wake him up. Iceche appeared to return to his senses as his eyes slowly focused in on Jacula “You..” he hissed vaguely. He looked down at the straps on his legs, realizing that he was completely helpless. “You can do what you want, but I will not obey you!” he began to struggle with the straps to free himself, seemingly oblivious to the danger.
Jacula stood back at a potential violent outburst, he removed a long serrated blade from a sheathe strapped to his belt, pointing it at his stomach 'You will speak only if spoken to menki, and you will tell me everything I need to know. For if you don’t.. We will see how much of your own entrails you can eat' the menki just stared at him as a response. Seeming to have grasped the dire situation he had been put in. Jacula pressed the blade harder against his stomach given his defiant act 'Who is the leader of your house?' he exclaimed violently. A vague chuckle could be heard from the shadows where Zak laid hidden.

Jacobita had followed her kin deep into the mines. She sneaked up against a nearby stone, her presence unnoticed by both Jacula and his captive.
“My master is Barike of House of Cheshire!” Iceche snarled through gritted teeth before adding “but you will not hurt them!” he began to struggle with the straps again, seemingly in disregard for his own safety. Jacula trailed the blade up over Iceche's chest 'How much do you think you mean to him?'
Suddenly Jacobita stumbled forward behind a stone, her eyes filled with tears as her hands trembled.
Iceche seemed confused by Jacula’s question, his eyes seemingly transfixed on the serrated blade “What.. What do you mean?” he stuttered before deplorably adding “he loves us all..”
Jacula held the blade pointed against Iceche's heart 'How many circles for you.. Unharmed?' he exclaimed spitefully before looking over his shoulder given what sounded like a vague sob.
Iceche spitted towards Jacula given his question " you have no honor!" Jacula poked Iceche with the sharp tip of his sword 'Silence!' his ears perked up at the vague sound of tears nearby 'Show yourself, or I'll gut him like a pig!' he roared with malign intent
 Jacobita fell over, landing on her knees "NO - please stop!" she pleaded in-between her sobs. Iceche looked around and squinted his eyes to make out the crying fenki in the darkness. “No Jacobita, run!” he exclaimed fearing for her safety.
Jacula made a gesture with his finger at Jacobita, staring at her through his brow as he kept the blade pointed to Iceche 'You.. Fenki, come closer!'
Jacobita gulped and stood up. She took a deep breath, straightening her back before slowly approaching Jacula.
Another fenki rushed down the narrow path of the mines, armored and armed to her teeth.  "Jacobita back up." She shouted as she approached. Jacula brushed the flat end of his blade under Iceche's jaw 'You will go to this Barike.. And you will tell him that I want no less than 40 circles for this menki.. Or I'll slice him open'
Iceche shook his head as he cried" Leave fast Jacobita. Run!" yet Jacobita remained still, looking Jacula straight and coldly in the eyes.
Atagal hissed as she drew a sword from her sheathe "Try and slice through me."
Jacula let his eyes dig into Atagals before he snarled “one step closer, and he is a dead menki”
Atagal grabbed the back of Jacobita's armor pulling her back away from Jacula and Iceche. Jacobita let herself be pulled back but kept staring at the cloaked man, slowly forming a fiendish grin to Jacula’s confusion.
Atagal pulled out her second sword, pointing it at Jacula. Seemingly oblivious to the danger Iceche found himself in. Jacula looked over his shoulder and exclaimed into the darkness where Zak where hidden  “If they try anything, slit his throat' he turned back to the fenkis before him with a bothered look '40 circles.. And He will not be harmed'
Atagal hissed lightly "You'll need to take it from me." Before Jacobita slowly tilted her head and added "what about nothing and we let you live"
Was these fenkis daft? He asked himself given their complete disregard for Iceche’s safety.  Jacula snorted at Atagal 'Don't be stubborn, we can all leave this place without bloodshed'
Atagal replied with a grin "But that would be no fun."
The trademark grin. Jacula had experienced this insecure expression many times. Either the fenki was as daft as the mine where dark. Or she was just playing a foolish game. He raises his fingers as if about to signal to Zak '40 circles.. That is all I ask. Think what plight this menki would have in Dakkru's realm'
Atagal answered defiantly “ Are you afraid to simple take it?”
Jacula roared at the two fenkis 'Find Barike, and tell him to come alone with the circles. Don't be foolish!'
 Atagal let another grin adorn her lips "I guess so."
Jacula looked over his shoulder making sure that Zak would have control over Iceche; he then pointed his blade at Atagal 'Wipe that insecure grin of your face and go find Barike!'
Atagal simply shrugged as if not being able to grasp what fate awaited Iceche "Make me." She stepped back and positioned herself in a stance with her swords held high, as if planning to attack.
Jacula pressed the tip of his sword against Iceche's throat again as a final warning.
“So scared of little fenki's...” Atagal said in a attempt to taunt him. Her idiotic remarks growing increasingly irritating.
Jacobita hissed after an awkward silence that followed "I'm responsible for the health of our Family " she said before slowly shaking her head and stared with an angry spark in her eyes "you won't scare me away"
Atagal's feet suddenly lit into flames as they slowly sought themselves up her body. A spell unknown to Jacula, yet the demonstration caught his interest. He tilted his head at Atagal as he took a step back, the blade still pressed against Iceche's throat 'The life of your kin means nothing to you?'
Atagal replied with yet another light grin, seemingly delusional about her own abilities "If you do anything I am free to just rip you apart then burn your remains."
Jacula sighted deeply at Atagal 'Foolish wench' he exclaimed before slowly starting to press the tip of his blade into Iceche's throat
Atagal glanced at Jacobita "You might want to back up some more." She said before turning her focus back on Jacula.
Jacobita's voice seemed strangely calm given the dire situation "honestly... do you really believe we would just leave you alone?" she said as she slowly backed away. Atagal stared at Jacula "Oh and what good will it do to kill him hmm? No circles no matter what."
Jacula shook his head slightly given their defiant behavior 'I guess your own kin means as little as the rat infested hole you call home' he turned to Iceche and prepared to plunge the tip of his sword into his throat.
Jacobita grabbed at her chest and took out a necklace that was hidden under her coat; her hands closed around some pendants attached to it and formed a sign in front of her face as she started to whisper something. Atagal let her flames move in front of Jacula, separating him from Iceche with a scolding barrier of fire. Iceche spun around wildly trying to trip Jacula with his legs, given the distraction.
Jacobita concentrated, her whispering grew louder. In a healing spell like mantra a faint crystal aura formed around Iceches throat.
Jacula sneered as flames stung his hand, leaving his serrated blade scolded by the fire. He moved back and turned to Atagal 'Let's see how foolish you really are' he exclaimed before pacing towards her, a brown glow covered his body in a spell causing fierce thorns to grow from his skin.
Atagal's body covered itself in flames as the ground between Jacula and herself was scorched by the swiftly increasing heat. Jacula was rendered off balance by Iceche's trip as he charged, the loud sizzle caused by his leather boots as he made his way closer a distraction as he tried to regain his balance.
Jacobita backed away to a safe distance as Atagal ran up and moved to Jacula’s back. He made a sweeping swing towards Atagal with his sword she passed him, regaining his balance as he bent his knees. Atagal hissed as she spun around with her swords aimed for Jacula's chest.
Jacobita tried to use the opportunity and casts a missile near Jaculas feet with the intent of making him fall to the ground.
Jacula grunted as his swing missed, his eyes widened as part of the swords tip's hit his chest, he leaped back defensively. Throwing himself behind a nearby rock to avoid the crystal missiles. The magic projectiles slammed into the stone with an echoing thud, stirring up both dust and pebbles in the process.
Atagal hissed again, her flames wandering over the ground to scorch Jacula. He noticed in the corner of his eye how Jacobita seemed to gather some crystal energy for another spell. Jacula looked down realizing that blood was gushing from the superficial cuts in his chest, he looked at Atagal through his brow. The fierce flames swiftly spread over the ground towards him. He casted a spell causing a bright flash of purple light to infuse his body, fierce winds began to blow and smothered the approaching fire.
Atagal grinned lightly yet again, her insolent behavior filling Jacula with malign intent. Yet even as they fought he found himself fascinated by the strange magic she possessed. An impulsive idea crossed his mind. Jacobita ran up to Iceche, eyeing Jacula over her shoulder. Ready to cast yet another spell upon him.
Jacula took several steps back in an uncharacteristically defensive posture; he pointed his serrated blade at Atagal with a twisted frown 'You won't see me bleed to death today fenki'
Atagal whispered a spell, summoning an energy arrow which whistled through the air followed by crystal shockwaves. Jacobita took the opportunity to kneel down to Iceche. The energy she had gathered seeming to flow back into a ring on her necklace. She then she quickly freed Iceche by cutting the leather straps which held him in place open.
Jacula attempted to dive to the side, the arrow hit his thigh causing him to fly backwards. He then landed on his back with a heavy thud.  Jacobita stepped behind Atagal and held her hand in front of herself as the energy began to flow back into it.
Atagal ran up to Jacula as he fell; ready to put him in submission with her swords. Luckily for the ynnwn he swung his serrated blade towards Atagal as she approached, preventing her from getting too close. He quickly crawled backwards and used to wall to get to his feet.
Atagal positioned herself ready to attack as the flames spawned from her body began to slither over the ground again. Jacula removed a glypth from a pouch strapped to his belt. He raised it against Atagals face and burned his hand in the process 'Dazzling light' he groaned as an explosion of blinding light filled the narrow cave. Jacobita quickly covered her eyes and used the collected energy to immediately cast a healing spell as a way to protect herself.
Atagal covered her eyes and controlled the flames so that they completely blocked Jacula from coming towards her or the others. Iceche could be seen jumping behind a rock as Jacobita stumbled back from the intense heat.
Jacula broke into a disturbing expression. The crazed fenki could have her kin and keep her circles, for the impulsive thought remained in his mind. He would find a way to tap into her power, and thus he decided to flee rather than fight. The enki’s too weary to follow as he paced off into the dark mines.

"Helpless"

Emmara stared for a moment at the entrance to the iron temple. Her tail hung limp behind her legs. The helplessness was apparent in her eyes.  She turned and trudged across the fountain, the water soaked her paws. She no longer cared if there was something in the water that might hurt her. As she stepped onto the outer ledge, Shoraal greeted her. His jovial smile transformed into an alarmed expression at Emmara's body language.  He questioned her about the absence of everyone, including Atagal. Even as a new member, he knew it was rare to see Emmara and Atagal separated.
 He followed Emmara as she trudged to the back of Harnquists shop. His eyes grew wide as Emmara's emotionless voice droned out the story of what happened after he had left to run errands.  He was shocked to hear that one of their own members had been coaxed into danger.  He was confused and angered. Why was one of the Warlords standing here and not in the dungeons fighting with Barike and Atagal to free one of their members?
   With a rush of enkian pride and loyalty he told Emmara that he was going. His frustration and anger grew when she ordered him to stay.
   There was a hint of alarm in her eyes. “You will stay here. You do not understand what you are charging into. Atagal and Barike will handle it.”
   Shoraal looked puzzled that Emmara would issue such an order. He had always assumed that she was strong. What had happened to cause her to only stand and watch the portal out of death realm? "You know... a pack is strongest if it works as a pack... that I learned at the circus...”
    Emmara nods sadly, "You are right, but the strength of the prey must also be considered. This stranger is dangerous and wields Dark Way easily.  I will not send you in to die against that monster.” She sinks to the ground on her knees, her thoughts stray to Atagal's safety and laments to herself, I should be there.
   She hears Shoraal's demands to be allowed to join the pack in the dungeons, but she is overwhelmed with sorrow and makes no reply. A voice next to her yanks her out of her reverie.
   “My dear what is wrong?”
   Emmara hastily wiped the tears from her eyes and stood up. She bowed quickly to Queen Lolitra who stood in her chain armor as if ready to go out for an afternoon of hunting. Emmara tried to keep her emotions in check as she told the queen about the incident at the fountain. Queen Lolitra pulled her paw to her chest with growing concern at hearing that Lord Barike and House Cheshire were challenged. Unchecked the tears ran down her cheeks as she told Lolitra of the promise she made to Atagal. Shoraal's impatience grew as he felt that important time was being wasted telling stories when it could be used for getting help to his guild mates.
   “You sure they can handle it alone? I think not only Iceche, but also Jacobita and Atagal are in trouble, and I really $@!$ that idea...!!!"
   Emmara looked sharply at Shoraal's disrespect for Her Majesty's presence and her own own authority, “"You will speak properly in front of Queen Lolitra, and you will hold your place while I figure out what to do."
   Shoraal growled at Emmara "You might sit here and wait... but now you have company... I see friends in danger, and I WON'T SIT AND WAIT, get that? Warlord or not, I understand why you can't help, but I will do what I can!"
   Emmara roared at Shoraal as he turned to walk away,  "STAY PUT!”
   Lolitra sensed that Emmara was barely holding onto her wits. She reached out to calm Shoraal as he stopped and turned toward the fenkis.  “Tell ME, what happened after the stranger fled.”
   As Lolitra heard the conclusion of the story she was desperate. She turned to Emmara for any additional information or consultation. Her fear and concern for her lover's welfare sweep over her expression and it is mirrored in Emmara's eyes.
   Shoraal slammed his fists together and a slight grinding sound could be heard, “I am going!! I understand the promise you made Emmara, but I do not have the same limitations. I am not stupid, I have friends that I can call to help me.”
   Emmara felt a sting in heart at Shoraal's poignant observation. He is right, she cannot leave them down there alone. She scanned the crowd looking for inspiration; Realito's voice was heard in the din around Harnquist's shop. Realito glanced up and saw his friend Emmara's tear stained cheeks and desperate wave for him to join her group.  He listened carefully to Emmara. He nodded with confidence and understanding at what his friend was asking of him, “I will go.”
   Lolitra saw the promise of a rescue party forming, and valiantly volunteered. In an act, spawned from impatience, Shoraal gave a curt nod and ran toward the temple.  Emmara watched as tears of frustration ran down her cheeks. Her roar echoed off the buildings around the plaza. She drove her claws into a young tree. The bark offered little protection against the piercing weapons. Emmara sank in despair to the ground. Her claws dragged down the tree; bark crumbled in chunks and the fibers of the tree shredded into soft splinters.
   She curled up in defeat in failure. What kind of Warlord loses control of her subordinates? Her mind reeled at the prospect that she had possibly sent three more dear friends to their death. A soft enki paw touched on her shoulder, and her ears twitched at the sound of shifting grass. A stranger had sat down next to her to offer comfort. Emmara's spirit was soothed by the random act of generosity, but her mind continued to swirl with uncertainty and loss.  She covered her ears to block out the other onlookers comments of pity and judgment.

Jacula made his way through the narrow corridors without difficulty. The vague sound of the enki’s paws could be heard from a far. He passed what appeared to be a group of hunters, a fenki which had adorned her head with a crown followed by an ylian and a menki. The group took little notice of him as he ran past them, swiftly making his way to the surface. His escape had been surprisingly easy given the vast numbers house Chesire held in their ranks. He made his way up the steep stairs and skulked around the buildings which loomed from the highest point of the city. Weary of followers he let stuffed his cloak into one of the discarded crates next to the tavern before swiftly pacing to the lookout point from where the plaza could be observed from a far. As he scoured the area he came to find that the enkis had abandoned their previous place by the fountain. His scouring eyes instead wandered to the furnaces where he noticed Emmara sitting next to a unknown fenki. He decided to watch her from a far, knowing that she would be the key of tapping into Atagals powers.

Time was lost to Emmara. Suddenly the faint sound of the jingle of platemail reached past her paws that cover her ears. The footsteps approached from the opposite direction as the portal; they stopped in front of her. A familiar smell reached her nose. She looked up with surprise. With a sense of elation that transcended words, she jumped to her feet and wrapped her arms around Atagal's neck. Atagal returned the hug. Emmara glanced over her shoulder as she heard the stranger move. She smiled appreciatively and nodded to the unknown fenki; the fenki returned the smile and moved away.
   Questions and concerns fell out of Emmara's mouth in no logical order. As Atagal stood silently letting Emmara get all of her emotions out, Jacobita and Iceche joined the pair. They looked wore out, despondent, and overwhelmed by their experience. Atagal denied having seen the rescue posse, and told that the stranger managed to escape before Atagal could end things permanently. The enkis sat on the grass in an unspoken agreement that everyone else will probably come here to check in. Shoraal returned looking a little upset and disappointed to have not arrived in time to help his guildmates.  When asked, he mentioned that Queen Lolitra and Realito left his company with separate agendas. All the guildmates quietly waited for their leader's arrival. No one had seen him since he followed Jacobita into the temple.
   Without more than a quiet word to Emmara, Atagal walked away and returned a short while later. She offered no explanation of where she had returned from. All the enkis couldn’t help but wrinkle their noses at the atrocious smell that announced their leader's return. They all tried very hard to ignore the stench and bloody remains on Barike.  With baffled looks they inquired where he had disappeared to. Lord Barike's ears and tail drooped; he shook his head and declined to answer any questions of his whereabouts. Emmara watched his mannerisms closely. She pondered the familiarity of the odor, but it took several moments for her to remember it. She hid her surprise when she remembered that is the stench of grendol entrails. Something had happened before Barike had even had a chance to catch up with Jacula, but it was apparent he was embarrassed about whatever event had sent him through death realm. She figured he must have come through the portal while she was trying to handle Shoraal.
   The members were all disturbed at how a merry day at the Hydlaa market had so drastically changed. Emmara watched sadly as Jacobita refused all attempts of consultation from her friends, and the clamod wandered off lost in her own thoughts. Iceche, who had not spoken a word since returning, soon drifted away without a word.  Emmara's ears laid low at the sound of something being smashed within moments of Shoraal disappearing around a corner. As she tried to speak with Barike, even Atagal left without warning, and Barike shunned Emmara's questions by challenging Emmara to find Atagal before he did.
Jacula smiled solemnly to himself as the enkis scattered below, he was determined to find a way to tap into Atagal’s power. He closed his eyes and contemplated over his options, knowing that Emmara would serve as his key in his plot. Would Jacula be successful?

[This was a collaborative text written by me and Emmara. Thanks to house Chesire for a random RP which has the potential of turning into something big I also applaud Emmara for her effort and initiative]

  

[Rigwyn]

[ Wow and wow ! Very nice RP guys ! The story was a lot of fun to read. I hope you continue this line - it looks very promising indeed ! 
Emmara, your writing is always a pleasure to read. Keep up the good work ! ]

[EStripus]

  What has Emmara and House Cheshire gotten into? Nice info on Jacula's activities after the dungeon battle. For those that are interested in OOC info about Atagal's fire, don't forget to read Earth and Fire, it is also an ongoing RP that is being carefully constructed.

[Syenna]

[Excellent RP...I was wondering about what was going on when I stumbled across a fraction of it away from the action...xD]

[Valryne]

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Wow     a real pleasure to read that 'remastered' version.

I'm looking forward to read about the other rp's of that storyline soon, especially the little encounter we had a few days later Jacula  ....


Still, I feel a bit guilty  ---  my poor little Jaco *heh*
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[EStripus]

oh really? More mayhem? Yes, please, do tell, Jacula 

[Shoraal]

seconded.
Both a lovely read so far, as well that I'm curious where this might spin off to.
Also nice to read your thoughts about that lovely scene, Emmara...

[MellasFenixxes]

I agree, it's a great read!! Always fun to have another RP plot going on

[jaculapundactum]

"An Eye For An Eye"

Jacula smiled solemnly to himself as the enkis scattered below, he was determined to find a way to tap into Atagal’s power. He closed his eyes and contemplated over his options, knowing that Emmara would serve as his key in his plot.

Jacula idly wandered the desolated plaza. Night was upon Yliakum and the various hawkers and artisans where consumed by packing up their wares which ranged from hides to weapons. As he scoured the swiftly diminishing crowd his eyes fell upon a fenki standing by the furnace. He pondered her appearance for a few minutes before realizing it was one of those who had sought themselves into the dungeon to save Iceche. He calmly approached, the fenkis absentminded demeanor serving as his cloak.


Jacula sneaked up to Jacobita and pressed a sharp knife which he hid in a filthy cloth against her back 'A single word and I'll spill your guts' the fenki squeaked at the feel of the potent blade, her body tensing up before freezing completely.

Jacula grabbed her by the arm and began to lead her away. The hidden dagger pressed gently against her spine 'Nice and easy, just follow my lead and you won't be harmed' He lied under his breath, the very idea of what endeavors where to come bringing a familiar malign urge to his mind.
Jacobita shivered as they made their way past a small group of people who bantered about their day.

Jacula tightened his grip on her arm as he lead her through a narrow alley where the leering shadows were the only witness to be had. As they reached a small spot of grass where a tree had been planted he suddenly threw the dagger in a random direction, Jacobita screamed as he forcefully pinned her against the tree. He covered her mouth with his hand to prevent another scream to escape her lips, keeping her in her predicament with his weight 'Don't say a word unless spoken to, and you won't be harmed'

Jacobita's pupils widened given his demand. He kept his hand pressed firmly against her mouth as he held her pinned in place 'Can I remove my hand without you screaming fenki?' he enquired in a surly tone. The fenki nodded vaguely as her eyes filled with tears.
Jacula carefully removed his hand and placed it on her shoulder as he reached out with his left, his stiff fingers closing around her throat  'I am going to answer you a series of questions, and you will answer. Which will in turn save you a lot of pain. Do you understand?' he sneered through gritted teeth.

Jacobita gulped in fear before nodding given his demand. He tilted his head as he watched a tear roll down her cheek 'The fenki with the ability to control fire. Where did she learn such skills?' Jacobita's voice trembled "I - I don't know .... she said, "she discovered it by accident ...."
Jacula began to apply pressure against Jacobita's throat as he tightened his hold on her 'Don't lie to me wench' he exclaimed giving her spiteful look
Jacobita gasps for air as the ynnwn's fingers began to close around her windpipe "I didn't" she whined, seeming to grow panicked.

Jacula frowned given her sincere tone of voice 'What was her name.. Avgatal.. Astgatal?' he hissed through gritted teeth. Jacobita closed her eyes as her struggle for air began to seem pointless "A-Atagal..." she exclaimed vaguely.

Jacula nodded slightly and he took note of the name 'I am going to put my arm around you now, and you are going to match my every step. Do you understand?' he said as his arm began to snare over her shoulders. Jacobita looked at him with blank terror in her eyes "please - let me go ..." she whispered.

Jacula forcefully slid his arm over her shoulders as he pressed her close  'A single word, and I'll wring your neck' he began to lead the fenki up the stairs and into the sewers. Docile by standers taking little note of the Jacobitas tears.
The rancid fumes of the sewage gave Jacula a distinct feeling of control as he dragged her deeper into the darkness.
As they reached a room illuminated by green fumes he stopped, knowing no one would seek themselves down their casually.


Jacula pushed Jacobita into the empty middle of the room as he took out a key, heading for the first gate to close shut it. The fenki remained on her knees as her sobs grew louder. The gate closed with a loud creak, he looked over his shoulder before walking over to the second gate, he proceeded by slamming it shut before making sure to lock it.

Jacobita crawled into a corner of the room, crying and shivering in Jaculas presence. He began to approach Jacobita with heavy steps, bringing terror to her mind as he stared blindly at her. He looked down at the cowering fenki with a malign glow in his eyes. He tilted his head as he leaned forward 'Have you ever heard the old expression.. An eye for an eye?'

Jacobita stared at him in terror, trying to sink into the wall behind her.
Jacula seemed to grow enraged as a thought of Jaida crossed his mind, he leaned down further, placing his hands on his knees as he snarled 'I personally believe in another saying.. That would be not only an eye, but both tooth, fang, life and the well being of those you love for a single eye.. Be it an eye of mine'


Jacobita looked up, seemingly confused as terror began to glisten in her tear filled eyes. Jacula locked his eyes with Jacobita's as if searching her very soul 'You injured me in the dungeon.. But look around, this Atagal is not here to save you from what awaits'

Jacobita instinctively tried to get away given his words, yet a forceful stomp to her chest sent her back into the wall. Jacula seemed perplexed by a her sudden movement 'A little fight in you?' he said before bringing a finger to his chin in thought.

Jacobita desperately tried to free herself as she hissed loudly, yet she was kept in place by his boot. Jacula removed a dagger from a small, intricate hilt strapped neatly to the back of his belt. He turned the blade around in his palm as he extended the handle to the fenki as if playing a mind game 'Show me if you have what it takes to survive"

Jacula took two steps back as he extended his hands in a mocking gesture 'Fight little fenki.. Fight for your life' he snarled as he readied himself
Jacobita snapped the dagger from his palm and slashed it towards his throat. Jacula barely avoided the tattered blade as he leaned backwards and swung his right fist against her ribcage.

Jacobita coughed and went down given the forceful blow, the vague sound of ribs cracking echoing through the room. Jacula grabbed her by the head and attempted to knee her in the face, yet as he did Jacobita slammed the dagger into his thigh.
Jacula eyes widened as a searing pain consumed his right thigh. The tattered blade burrowed into his flesh, yet he was still able to knee the fenki in the face, upon which she fell back twisting in agony.

Jacula fell back with a echoing thud, he instantly began to crawl towards her, grabbing her leg as he tried to pull her closer. Blood began to spew from the deep stab in his thigh onto the ground, painting the filth red.

Jacobita tried to shake him off and crawl away in the direction of the gate but to no avail. Jacula reached for the knife and pulled it from his thigh with a loud growl. He attempted to stab her in the back as she slowly tried to crawl away.

Jacobita turned around and swung her claws blindly, sadly the claws only slashed over the thick fabric of his hood, leaving him able to burrow the blade into her ribcage.

Jacula stood up with great effort, crying out given the pain in his leg. He aimed a stomp towards the side of her head with all his weight put behind it. The fenki could form little resistance as his boot slammed into the side of her head.
He raised his boot high causing extreme agony onto himself before looking down at her 'Any last words.. Fenki?' he snarled as blood continued to rush down his leg.

Jacobita's eyes burned with hate "I'll get you" she hissed as she spat at him.
Jacula squinted as he crushed her skull under his boot with a powerful stomp, he grabbed at his thigh before looking down at the shivering body, the fenkis paws slowly closing.

Jacula hissed through his teeth 'I'll leave you as a treat for the rats.. Tell this Atagal that if she as much as touches me again.. I'll make her rue the day she was born!' he shrugged as he limped to the locked gates 'If you ever make it out of that Dark wench's realm that is'

Limping towards the gate proved more painful that Jacula has thought, he reached into his pouch to remove the key. He made his way out of the sewer leaving Jacobita at the mercy of the rats, knowing that Emmara would surely know more about Atagal and her powers.

[Valryne]

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SPOILER !!  
   Cheshires back away!!!!!    

but many thanks for writing it up Jacula nicely done as always ^^

   now we have to get going to do some rp  *pokes the other Cheshires*

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[EStripus]

STRAINED

The bodies piled up at Atagal's footpaws. The grass was soaked in their blood and yet they mindlessly came at her; they were undaunted by their fallen kin. Atagal was glad, “fine let them come”.  It saved her the trouble of hunting them. Images of the past few days since the fountain flashed through her mind. Her sabre savagely took the leg of one of the creatures, but it still hobbled at her in a natural instinct to protect the nesting grounds.  The image of Emmara's beautiful purple eyes slowly turning black as she willingly let Barike hit her repeatedly with dark way. The arangma's head rolled away from the collapsed body, the sabre took another life on the backswing. The pain of cold water being poured on her fire bearing paw and splashing over Emmara while she was still weak and resting in Atagal's lap. Then, Emmara lets the petulent fenki join the guild. Her spinning sabres make short work of two arangma that tried to flank her. Atagal moves back to get better footing away from the carcasses. Akaiddo speaking with them about a masked, glowing eyed killer that had attacked several members of the Kore Irka Clan...Jacula, again!! She spun on the arangma that came from behind, its guts spilled as the sabre cut it in half. A bitter laugh escaped from Atagal, a new fenki has joined the ranks with the desire to be a guard in House Cheshire, which Barike has again left to try and find Myysst. Atagal feels the terrain tilt as she backs over a hill and slaughters two more arangmas that approach. She turns to walk up the steepening hill and cuts down a smaller arangma. Her mind flickers with the image she just left in Kada El's. An annoying little toddler that would not just leave her alone when she told it to. It did not leave when she told it to. It did not leave when she threatened it with blade and fire.  She would never have hurt it; she just wanted the toddler, the klyros, and the wounded stranger to be gone. The arangma had ceased their attack as Atagal stood atop the hill overlooking the roads to Oja canyon; they did not mourn their fallen and the invader had left their nesting grounds.  Atagal lets out a roar filled with anger and frustration as she remembers Emmara being exposed to dark way twice in one day.....by the same klyros! Emmara was still back at Kada's trying to solve the orphaned toddler's predicament and would probably even forgive the klyros for what he did. Atagal did not see the beautiful hills around Oja as she stared across the distance. Why had she threatened that toddler, she never would have threatened Leuth.  She had been mean to the new fenki members, bordering on cruel. A fear nagged at the back of Atagal's burdened mind.


Emmara splashed across the river. Atagal's trail was growing cold, she never should have lingered at Kada's to help the orphan. In fact, her leaving and returning with her shield spell activated may have caused more harm than good.  No, she had been able to get everyone to sit and lower their weapons and defensive guards. Kaerli had come up with a solution that would hopefully play out well for the orphan. “I should have left after Atagal sooner,  but I could not just let a toddler with that type of power wander around.” Emmara stopped where the path split around the volcano, just at the edge of the anagarm nesting grounds. She did not like the new blue creatures, they bred faster than the treps and were stronger. The trepors had abandon this field when the anagarm had arrived. She knelt to the ground to see if any clue was offered to Atagal's direction; she sniffed the air lightly. A frown creased her muzzle as she debated whether to go left or right of the volcano. Her head snapped upright and her ears swiveled to find the direction of the anguished roar that echoed across the hills. Emmara leapt up and sprinted in the direction where her ears told her that that sound was strongest. She ran left of the volcano, skirting the anagarm nesting grounds. Her eyes scanned the hills to the left and right. She nodded with grim satisfaction as she found the trail of arangma corpses....that's Atagal.

Atagal stood silently on the hill as Emmara approached. The Kore was silhouetted against the sky. Emmara's eyes could see the blood that dripped off the sabres' tips. The approach was slow but  not quiet. Emmara knew that Atagal would never hurt her, but she would walk away if Emmara did not choose her words carefully. She needed to find out what had been irritating Atagal; she had been growing increasingly mean and withdrawing more into herself, again. It pained Emmara to think that Atagal might crawl back into her shell of indifference and contempt for everyone but Emmara.  Atagal and everyone that cared about her had worked so hard to revive the old Atagal that was guarded, semi-social to the ones that had earned her trust, and smiled occasionally.

Emmara spoke softly to Atagal to coax her back into focus. Atagal's face and armor were covered in blood, but the Akkaio was unphased by the gore. When she kneeled, Atagal kneeled next to her. Atagal let the sabre's slip from her paws and she pulled the battle helm from her head. With the last physical and mental barrier gone, Atagal buried her face in Emmara's shoulder and wept.. Emmara raised her paw and massaged the back of Atagal's neck. A soft hum  came from Emmara to help calm Atagal.  Emmara lays her cheek next to Atagal's neck. Her eyes scan the horizon as she gives Atagal the support and time to calm down.
Atagal murmurs, "I am sorry lurre.."
 Emmara says: For what?
Atagal gets a bit closer to Emmara, arms still around Emmara and Atagal's chin still on Emmara's shoulder "I am not sure what is wrong with me... But I am afraid of what it might be.."
Emmara nuzzles her cheek against ATagal's neck, "What do you think it might be?"
Atagal says softly as tears roll down her cheek "I think what made me act like I did before I met you... it is the same as I was in the tavern.."
Emmara keeps her cheek against ATagal's neck; her paw stops rubbing Atagal's neck for a moment. The paw resumes, "We've been busy and you've had to be around alot of people lately. Are you sure you just aren't stressed?"
Atagal says softly "I don't know lurre... I don't know..."
Atagal denies hearing the voice in her head when Emmara asks. Emmara does not let Atagal see her relief; she only nods confidently and reassures Atagal that it is only stress. With some coaxing Emmara gets Atagal to return to the their room at the guildhouse.  Away from the public eye and in the blessed silence of the empty guildhouse, Atagal and Emmara take off their armor in their room. Emmara decides it can all be cleaned later; Atagal's well being is more important than any armor. Atagal purrs quietly as she lays on the bed, and Emmara cleans the blood from her face with a warm wet cloth. Her mind slowly unclenches.

Emmara keeps her own thoughts to herself. During Akaiddo's update of Jacula attacking the Kore Irka Clan members, Emmara was greatly concerned that the monster was now bold enough to battle the Kore Irka members on Enkian turf. More worrisome, it had occurred to her that Fyrre and Jacobita had not been seen recently. It was not unusual for Fyrre to be absent for a few days, but Jacobita always was close at hand and easy to find.

[EStripus]

   
   Emmara finished cleaning the blood off Atagal's face with the warm water and cloth.  Atagal opens her eyes and apologizes for getting blood all over Emmara's armor and staining it with tears also. Emmara laughs softly “You act as though I've never been hunting.  Though you did seem to make quite a mess of the arangma's nesting grounds....and yourself.”
   Atagal smiles, “And I will clean your face next time you where blood all over it.”
Atagal opens her eyes and looks at Emmara "I'll have to do this back to you one of these days lurre." she grins playfully "When you need it."
Emmara looks at Atagal evenly, "It won't be Anagrm blood when it happens."
Atagal says: Was not just Arangma blood..
Emmara's eyes stay serious, "It will only be one race's blood."
Atagal sighs and rolls over facing away from Emmara
Emmara stands up. She puts the cloth in the bowl and picks up the bowl. Before she walks out the door she turns to Atagal's back, "I don't plan on hunting him until there is a solid plan." She continues sadly, "I would have thought you knew I have learned to not pick fights I can't win."

Atagal was only slightly relieved to hear Emmara's words were finally showing she was gaining wisdom over that temper. Emmara was not quick to anger but certain topics would set her off when pushed too hard. Atagal sighs in the empty room and rolls off the bed. She puts on her light clothes and opens the bedroom door. She walks down to the common room to sit in the large double chair that Korenis had custom ordered for Emmara and Atagal to enjoy. She hears Emmara open the bedroom door then close it again. Emmara's soft pawsteps can be heard on the stone floor. She peers into the common room, but is quickly distracted as the guild house door opens.  Emmara's head turns to look down the hallway to the door; she smiles as she sees Iceche enter. She waves for Iceche to follow her into the common room.  Atagal plays with some glyphs in her paws; Emmara notices four of them are red way.  It was true that Atagal had returned to studying red way to see if further training would unlock new skills with her fire gift, but why have them out right now?

Emmara sits in the soft beige fabric covered cushions next to Atagal. “Iceche relax while we talk.” He nods in sits in a creaky wooden chair.  Emmara proceeds to tell Iceche of her concern for the safety of the younger ranks. She continues by telling the news about Kore Irka Clan, “I received disturbing news from Akkaido of the Kore Irka clan today. It appears they have had a run in also with our kidnapper. He has killed at least one of their members. I am calling all of our members to the house to make sure everyone is safe and to discuss how to make sure we all stay safe.” A reassuring paw is laid on Atagal's leg, “"Lurre, it is only a plan for alertness and avoidance." Atagal nods in understanding.

A look of worry crosses Emmara's eyes and her ears droop slightly, “I have one of Fyrre's friends watching for her to tell her to check in with us. But I have not seen Jacobita yet. It is not like her to be gone for so long....Fyrre does it all the time."
Iceche grimaces suddenly with pain.
Emmara moves quickly to Iceche's side, "Ice, are you ok? Are you injured?”
She kneels next to him, as he asks “Where is Jaco?”
Atagal shrugs "Don't know where she is."
Iceche looks perplexed and ill, "I don't know, I just feel something odd when you said you haven't seen Jaco.”
Iceche tries to straighten up and takes a breath, “See, I have been having these strange dreams.”
Emmara purses her lips for a second before asking, "Of what?"
Iceche thinks for a moment to remember the dreams. He goes on to tell them the details about a flower that falls from a group that is being carried somewhere. The flower dies alone on the grass. He tells of another dream that is sadder yet, “It was about a dove flying without her family in the woods. Then someone fired some magic spell at her. She fell to the ground and took her last breath without anyone knowing it.”
Iceche pauses before wispering, “It made me cry when I woke.”
Emmara and Atagal exchange glances and Emmara takes note out loud, “All the dreams talk of dying alone.”
Iceche offers a third experience but this one is different.  “I was standing by a creek watching the water bugs and I felt something brush by me. When I turned and looked there was nothing. I'm sure it was someone though because I felt at ease as if it was a friend walking by.”
Emmara bites her lip in thought. Perhaps it was time to ask Iceche to focus on something to get mind to focus on something. This would be a good time for his gift to help House Cheshire, "Iceche, would you be willing to look into a flame?"
Iceche  agrees to Emmara's request and bows his head to concentrate. Emmara asks Atagal to light a fire. Atagal nods lightly. A wall of fire appears in front of the menki. Emmara blinks at the brightness of the large flame. It wasn't quite what she had meant but whatever worked for Iceche was ok with her.
Iceche looks into the flames. He seems to see deep into the flames and his look becomes blank.
After a few moments, Iceche whispers softly. "help...help I'm frightened...so dark...where am I?”
Emmara waits patiently.
Iceche jumps back as his mind returns to the common room, “It's Jaco!”
Emmara's ears lay low at the shout. Her eyes widen with alarm.
Iceche begs, “help her!”
Atagal keeps a distant tone, “Do you know where she is for us to help her..?
Emmara reaches to pull Iceche into a comforting embrace.
Iceche runs into the fire grasping wildly
Emmara is stunned by the actions and is unable to grab quickly enough to stop him. Atagal quickly makes the flames turn blue and they are cold.
Iceche feels hot pain in his arms and his fur is smoking some.
Atagal's flames slowly die out as Iceche comes to himself. Emmara casts a heal spell on Iceche's arms though he does not seem to notice.
Iceche stammers, “she... she...I can't tell, it's so dark.”
Emmara clenches her jaw in frustration
Emmara puts a reassuring paw on Iceche's shoulder, "We'll find her....somehow. You ready to run, ATagal?"
Atagal sighs softly "not much help... but when he says it is dark.. I am thinking some where I am not letting you go lurre.."

Atagal's mate nods without an argument. All three share expressions of worry and know that Iceche's visions push for urgency.....Jacobita needs help quickly. Emmara, not wanting to wait for Atagal's search, tells the trio that she has a couple places she can look here in Yliakum. The expression in Iceche's eyes show that he holds little hope that Jacobita will be found in any dark corner of this plane.  Atagal shakes her head very slightly to herself as she stands up. Atagal walks over to Emmara and kisses the soft reddish-orange cheek and walks out of the guildhouse.  Emmara gives Atagal enough time to send herself to death realm, then the young fenki sprints toward Hydlaa not wanting to leave any stone unturned.  Iceche knows his frail physique will only slow the fenkis, so he watches helplessly as he is left behind in the guildhouse.

[Valryne]

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do you want to write a line about searching Jaco and f.e. finding her badge before I continue with the actual finding/ recovering rp's ?
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