Windranger at your service!

FINALLY FINISHED THIS THING. AFTER SOME MONTHS STOWED AWAY IN MY FOLDER, HOPEFULLY IT WOULD HAVE BEEN WORTH THE WEIGHT, @windginger!

The cave was dark and damp, as if no one had been occupying it for some time now. However, the presence of a draped black cape over a nearby branch and a pair of boots seem to say otherwise. Lyralei’s question was left unanswered for a few moments, until the assassin leaps down from above and quickly grabs Lyralei’s shoulders, her visage incredibly blurred, but her panicked expression was obvious.

She gave Mortred a reinsuring grin, as she placed her hands on top of the assassin's to more or less keep her calm. "Relax, Morty. That's exactly why I'm here! To help you out!"

She released her hands in that instance, and opened a box she brought with her, and took out some stuff that she thought the assassin would need for the event. "Well, first things first, you're going to need a dress, since the it's a proper dress code, and I don't think the other guest would take kindly to an assassin showing up at the party outfitted from head to toe in armor." The ranger explained, getting out a dark green dress and handing it to Mortred.

“I present an invitation from Lord Abaddon of House Avernus!” the messenger declared proudly, placing the scroll into Lyralei’s hand and taking off upon his grey steed, the hard winter ground giving way but a fraction. The scroll itself was sealed with a red wax, the symbol upon which was indeed that of the house of Avernus; within it read.  

“To Lyralei, the Windranger.

For your courageous contribution to the war effort in Franktou, you’re formerly invited to join your fellow victors in a Lunar rebirth celebration at the House of Avernus. You may bring a companion to the celebration if you so wish. I only request you let me know in advance so that I may make arrangements for my guests. I look forward to hearing your response.

My dearest regards,

Abaddon, Lord of Avernus.

She scanned through the message, reading the details as they came. Franktou was even mentioned in the scroll, such a dreadful event that she wanted to leave behind her.

“Well, it’s a change of pace from killing creeps and defending towers. So, why not. Free food and drinks is always a plus in my opinion.” The ranger mused out loud. “Hmm, I wonder what I’m going to wear...”

As the question ran through her mind, she remembered the relationship between Abaddon, and Mortred. Also how she needed help with curious questions that the Veil would never allow.

~ Blurry Winds ~ Lovely ship between Lyralei and Mortred~ I SUPPORT THIS AND SO DOES THE MAN WHO COMMISHED THIS FOR SOME COMPENDIUM POINTS: windginger

Nortrom opened the door, and immediately his eyes widened. Staring almost stupefied, his jaw dropped and he took a step back. “L-Lyralie?” There had been no word from her in quite some time, and none could locate where she had been. Having the ranger come out of the blue and knocking on his door like this shocked the Silencer.

She smirked gazing towards the Silencer. It was quite a site when the Silencer actually had been shocked to a point where he was actually stuttering on some words. “Wow, did you just go all Red for a second?” Lyra spoke in a comedic tone. A throwback to a running gag, where his brother couldn’t find her Windrunner.

Her expression turned from a smirk into a more serious face as leaned against the wood of the porch. “You genuinely look like you’ve seen a ghost, Nortrom. Odd, because I’m not quite dead as you may think. Though, I had been suffering a long time, rotting away in a cage. Just wondering when my allies, my friends, would come and save goody good Lyralei. ‘She’s far too innocent, what would we do without?’ I guess nobody cared, it’s not like she lost an eye protecting you from the Magnoceros…” She reminded, brushing the hair out of the eye she was mentioning, to now expose a custom Observer Ward Eye which assisted her in seeing what she could no longer.

“Though, that’s what friends do, right? They leave those that have done so much for done, for the chance to be balls deep inside a Succubus…”

He was taken aback, an irked sound given as the man stepped outside and more into view. “I- That isn’t the case! You disappeared, and no one knew where. No words, no traces, nothing.” Nortrom sighed, head dipping as a guilty dog might. If she was indeed imprisoned during her absence, his guilt would be a hundred fold.

She slapped his hand out of his hair with such anger. “’I’m sorry. If I had known..’ THAT’S BULLSHIT!” The Ranger snapped. “You were in denial! You didn’t want to believe such a fate could catch up to the uncatchable. Just because I survived a storm when I was an infant doesn’t mean I’m lucky, you idiot!” Her anger was causing the wind to change to gusts against their skins.

Nortrom opened the door, and immediately his eyes widened. Staring almost stupefied, his jaw dropped and he took a step back. “L-Lyralie?” There had been no word from her in quite some time, and none could locate where she had been. Having the ranger come out of the blue and knocking on his door like this shocked the Silencer.

Her expression turned from a smirk into a more serious face as leaned against the wood of the porch. “You genuinely look like you’ve seen a ghost, Nortrom. Odd, because I’m not quite dead as you may think. Though, I had been suffering a long time, rotting away in a cage. Just wondering when my allies, my friends, would come and save goody good Lyralei. ‘She’s far too innocent, what would we do without?’ I guess nobody cared, it’s not like she lost an eye protecting you from the Magnoceros…” She reminded, brushing the hair out of the eye she was mentioning, to now expose a custom Observer Ward Eye which assisted her in seeing what she could no longer.