Dead In The Water (Anadwen)

[Brisinger987]

Halford wandered the streets of this small town, receiving many strange looks from townsfolk about his appearance.

One brave young child dared to ask what he was, and Halford merely walked away. He was in no mood for games. Next to him, a woman walked, her walk seductive and powerful. She was his consort, his travelling companion, along merely because she believed he was a good leader. She smiled at the young child, blowing him a kiss, before continuing to walk with her master.

"Mi'lord, should we not rest for the night? We have been walking for all but a small part of the daylight hours. And who knows what dangers we may encounter? I would hate to lose you to some petty beast that caught us off guard." The woman's voice purred and she walked alongside Halford, who remained silent, but changed direction heading towards an inn.

The sun was already low on the horizon, slowly setting as Halford entered the inn he looked around, before striding forward, his consort following.

"Narya, procure us accommodation." Halford said, wandering the bar looking for a place to sit, before seeing what looked like a weaker, smaller dark elf to bully. He walked over, pulling the chair out from underneath the elf, placing it back down, and sitting on it.

[Anadwen]

The girl moaned as the cold metal of Aldanith's left hand slipped into her stark white hair, falling onto her shoulders in long braids, but his lips, tightly pressed on hers, silenced her again. She bent her back, letting him take control over her, and he kept fiercely kissing her with the strength of a beast.

For a short moment, she pulled her face away, breathing heavily in the stale air of the tavern. "Aldanith..." she whispered, but he pressed one cold finger onto her mouth, and pressed her head back. "Da'aylen, shh. No words..." he chuckled, and returned to kissing her. She delved her hands into his hair, while his hands sled down onto her thin waist. They were cold, at least most of them, except for half of his right hand, and hard as the black iron that formed them, sending a terrifying chill down her spine, but she ignored it.

Eventually, she ran out of breath, and let go off him. He raised a brow with an untold question, and she bit her lip. "I'll get you some ale, what about it? I need a break." she muttered. He gave her a nod, after what she arose from behind the bar and tapped the bartender's shoulder.

He gave her a strange look, filled with fear, as she provocatively bent forwards, exposing her cleavage a fair bit, and handed her two full goblets of wine.

[Brisinger987]

Narya saw the two goblets, and decided this she-elf did not need them. She gave a huge shove to the girl, and picked up the two goblets, smiling.

"Awww, thank you..." Narya began to walk over to Halford, while the small elf scrambled away, terrified of this huge brute of a dark elf. Narya smiled at Halford, believing that the she-elf she had just bowled over would not put up any more of a fight.

Halford simply watched, not removing his helmet. His eyes weren't visible behind the emerald lenses of his helmet, and they seemed to glow in the darkness.

[Anadwen]

Da'aylen took the goblets back from Narya's hands, and took them the other way, towards Aldanith behind the bar. "Why sweetie, thank you, but you were taking it the wrong way." she replied, showing a wonderful smile, and taking the goblets back to her master.

Aldanith, hiding in the shadows of the lower part of the tavern, scowled a little behind the mask, hiding the upper half of his face, as he saw the other she-elf, but his thin lips twisted to a grin as he saw Da'aylen quickly take them back. She blew him an air kiss, and he provocatively crossed his lips with his tongue at that.

Unlike her, dressed in rather exposing dress and armour, he was almost entirely covered in imposing black gear, spiked and fearful, hiding all except for a small part of his face. His bright eyes and his fingers were all that stuck out of it, glinting in the dim candlelight.

[Brisinger987]

Narya snarled, grabbing Da'aylen by the shoulder, and pulling her round to punch her in the face, snarling.

"No, I think you're just being a hindrance. Go back to the brothel, whore." Her voice was filled with malice and hatred, as if Da'aylen had just stolen something very valuable to her. But putting this girl back in her place was exactly how she wanted to prove her loyalty to Halford.

Halford simply continued to watch, waiting to see what would happen. He was impressed by the way Narya was handling he situation. It showed skill, malice, hatred. Things Halford had embodied as of recently.

[Anadwen]

Da'aylen quickly dodged the punch and kneed the girl into the stomach. "Shut your mouth, b****!" she snarled hatefully. Right in front of Aldanith, she wanted to show her skills and make him proud of her...

She closed her hand into a fist, and threw a gust of air into Narya's face. It didn't seem to be anything at all, but soon, the she-elf should fall to the ground, suffocating.

Dark magic was one of the skills she has learned while traveling with Aldanith, who currently appeared rather amused by the combat. His love for blood stopped him from helping even Da'aylen, unless she would be in emergency, and he just watched them with a smirk on his lips.

[Brisinger987]

Halford stood quickly, seeing Narya take several blows, and simply walked on over, in a very calm fashion. Then, like some huge ork, he went to plant a heavy, brutal kick on Da'aylen's chest, his huge bulking form now bigger than before.

"RAGH!" His voice resounded in the room, and there was a clear ring around the three elves.

Narya laid on the floor, feeling ashamed, and enraged. This girl thought she could humiliate her. No matter. Halford would set her right.

[Anadwen]

Aldanith was there before Halford would get to kick Da'aylen, and yanked her back, straightening himself in his whole imposing height. The plates of armour, hiding his lean figure, clinked, as he clenched his fists, and glared at the figure before him. The girl hid behind his cape, caressing the spiked metal plates on his shoulders.

The glare of his ice-cold eyes met Halford's, strangely set in the same height. His boots thudded on the floor as he moved one foot forth a little.

[Brisinger987]

Halford's kick missed, and he snarled. Narya got up and stood beside Halford, who moved to grab Aldanith, and went to head-butt him.

He roared as he did so, and Narya went to kick Da'aylen, clearly enraged.

[Anadwen]

Da'aylen jumped aside from her kick, and all Narya's foot hit was the metal of Aldanith's left arm. It clinked loudly, and his fingers gripped her foot, ready to spin her around and throw her into one of the tables. Da'aylen chuckled, preparing a spell of her own, which would set both of their opponents  blazing with black fire.

She was sure Aldanith would approve that... All she wanted was for him to like her.

[Brisinger987]

Halford seeing that Aldanith had hold of Narya, who he cared relatively little about, simply grabbed Da'aylen, seizing his chance as she prepared a spell.

He grabbed the back of her armour, lifting her over his head like a bench press bar. Then he threw her, not across, but down, onto his knee.

[Anadwen]

Aldanith grabbed Da'aylen as her body crashed against his opponent's knee, and tossed her back to the safety of the rest of the tavern. She was just a servant, just a tool. One that could be replaced very easily.

"So you want to fight... Fine. Thanks for the amusement." he muttered, and in a matter of a moment unsheathed his long scimitars. Black flames were dancing on their edges, like voids, unearthly cold, and consuming everything that could get near.

[Brisinger987]

Halford hesitated at the sound of this person's voice, before remembering that this opponent was just another obstacle.

He drew his sword, the huge square blade resembling a meat cleaver more than anything, and he snarled as he swung the huge blade at Aldanith.

[Anadwen]

Aldanith's scimitars clashed with the sword, and pushed the blade away from the chest of their owner. Aldanith's thin lips twisted into a devilish grin, and he cackled.

Immediately, a swift strike from two different directions, accompanied by a leap high into the air, followed. Aldanith aimed the steel tips of his boots at the chin of his opponent, meaning to throw the helmet off and smite the other dark elf's head into two.

It brought him pleasure, pleasure filling his body with adrenalin, to fight.

[Brisinger987]

Halford's reactions were enough to block the swords, but the kick then manage to land home, taking his helmet off. Halford snarled, bringing his head back to look at Aldanith, before launching a brutal punch at Aldanith's face.

He was too enraged by this fight to recognise Aldanith, and instead, he just looked a Narya.

[Anadwen]

Aldanith, shocked by the recognition of the face that was before him, didn't dodge the punch soon enough. He stepped back, but it crashed against the side of his mask, making a dent in the iron and throwing it off his face.

His cool expression was shattered, and all he did was stare, shielding himself from any other unexpected hit by a wall of black fire. This was impossible...

...Maybe not completely, but he thought it was.

[Brisinger987]

Halford felt the punch connect, and smiled, only to recoil in shock at the recognition of Aldanith's face. Then he spoke.

"Narya. We're leaving."

[Anadwen]

Aldanith's hand arose, and another wall of black void fire, reaching almost to his chin, divided Halford from Narya, trapping him in a circle. "Get lost, wh**e." he snarled at her, and turned back to his brother.

"What a pleasant meeting." he growled. Without the mask, it was apparent how much sharper, colder his face became, though it still bore the elegance and beauty of his youth. His eyes were like chunks of ice in dark kohl and ash that surrounded them, tracing down across his cheekbones, contrasting with his skin, far paler than before. "Don't try to cross the fire... It will eat your flesh away from your bones. You don't want that, do you?" he warned Halford.

Rage was boiling inside him at the sight before him. Outrageous... On the outside, he controlled it perfectly, but inside, it was breaking him into pieces. He was only a step away from turning around and leaving this tavern, this town, this whole land, but he demanded answers.

[Brisinger987]

"Narya, make sure my brother's new bitch doesn't try anything." He snarled, watching her get up, and go and take a seat, her eyes following every move Da'aylen made.

"Good to see you too brother. And I might do. Depends how I'm feeling in a minute or so. And don't underestimate a few of my more recent friends." Halford sighed, examining the fire. Perhaps the demons could deal with it when they caught up. Perhaps.

"Now, I have things to do. If you'll excuse me..." He stared expectantly at the fire wall, waiting for it to disappear so that he could leave.

[Anadwen]

Da'aylen watched Narya with the same malice and hatred as she received, carefully following every move she made, while still keeping an eye on her lord.

Aldanith responded to Halford's demand very simply. He shook his head, and the flames remained on their places, but lowered a little. He could hold them like this for a long while, during which he could hopefully get his questions, and then either leave, or ask for the help of greater deities with more power than himself.

His head bent down slightly, examining Halford's figure before him. The last thing he would admit was that they actually looked similar, though it was true, and he just stubbornly pushed that idea into the back of his mind.

"I will gladly let you leave... After a few questions, off course. I hope you will not mind providing me the answers. I can guarantee your safety as long as you do not oppose." he said calmly, his voice as cold and sharp as ice.