#hexquiisite

asarius is hardly his favorite place to find himself, a city of revelry that is, generally, too rowdy for his own tastes. even among the dark elves which calls this place home he stands starkly different in all his finery, but most with even half a brain left in their rotting skulls know the sharp edges of his mantle are more of a warning than a glittering target. those of the dynasty are not fair game even in the city of beasts. 

the guard nods at his approach, rigid and dutiful just like the ones that flank him from a respectable distance. it’s nothing near the sprawling, writhing halls of the dungeon of penance, a run down shanty of a jail in comparison, but so long as the structures are sound there is little issue. essek is led through the building, taken to the holding chamber where their person of interest is located. somewhere a little more secure than just a typical cell ( rowdy was tossed around somewhere behind him ). essek motions for the guards the stay as he moves inside, his expression likely too pleasant for an interrogator, a facade for the fact he’d really rather not be dealing with this, but orders were orders and paranoia with high. 

a snarl pulls from his throat at the edge of heat against his back, the momentum of his swing pulling him back around to sever a now charred torso clean in two. it’d nearly been a knife in the spine --- nearly, though he’s not about to attribute the lack of that to the crackle of magic that makes the lyrim in his veins sing with unpleasantries. 

The Fuzzy Bunnies || X

:// We’re headed into a Big arc, so I decided to create a piece and a playlist for our group ;v;/

Vash, the half-orc fighter

Madeline, the half-unicorn sorcerer ( @divinesouled​ )

Dema, the half-gorgon rogue ( @serpentish​ )

Armir, the abyssal tiefling warlock ( @hexquiisite​ )

Cyril, the aasimar blood hunter

calianna likes travelling the roads. likes the well worn path to follow. there is security in knowing where she is going, something that she feels like happens so rarely in her life. what she doesn’t like is the people, but it’s a little easier to deal with out there in the relative security rather than a town with guards and people far to quick to yell and threaten. so long as she keeps her head down she usually isn’t met with much trouble, save for the few bandits that think of her as nothing by a frail young lady foolish enough to go about on her own. 

they usually back off once they see the arm or feel the sting of acid biting into their flesh, whatever armor they’ve scrapped together not enough to protect them. 

she doesn’t... think that the person walking in not-quite tandem with her is a bandit. calianna had noticed them from some distance back, she hadn’t really been expecting to gain on them, but maybe her nerves had her walking faster than she realized. or they could have stopped without her realizing it, at some point. it doesn’t really matter, she supposes. she does what she can to give them a decent berth, but it’s evident they’re headed the same way. 

NOTT lowers her crossbow -- lips PULLED together in FRUSTRATION beneath the HOOD she dons. “Like I SAID -- I didn’t MEAN to !!” She RETORTS hotly -- and she IMMEDIATELY rushes over to the tiefling, “I just -- I just got -- I got STARTLED, okay ?? I heard a LOT of -- commotion nearby, and I thought there was a -- a MONSTER, and -- oh GOD, you’re BLEEDING !!” 

She’s FRANTIC as she pats herself down in search of SOMETHING -- something that could HELP ease the other’s pain; to which she PULLS out a small healing potion and thrusts it into his hands, fumbling as she does so. She glances at the tail -- glances at the face of the tiefling, and SMILES awkwardly; a hint of FEAR in the back of her gaxe.

Armir had hardly gotten used to this gift, as his Patron referred to it, and sometimes - just sometimes - his ire at a passerby allowed fangs to sprout forward. He’d been seen this time, hurrying to retract the needle-like additions as he quirks a brow towards the other.

“Is that so - ?” He chides, a slightly icy gaze cast back. “How can I be so certain?”