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| − | <div></div><br> <br>Outside the freeswords guilds sits an obese male small folk Savannah Cat with four smaller beautifully dressed Lynxs fanning him. His tunic is covered in the stains of various food as he waits for response to his letter. He is sweating heavily and smells similar spoiled meat. Ornate rings are stuck to his fat fingers as his various jewelry glitters in the sunlight. "When with those sell swords start lining up for me. The Great Zen doesn't wish to wait much long." He wheezes.<br> <br>Arimia wanders out of the guild, checking through her things with her large, spiked golem following after her. She gives a sneer of disgust at seeing the cat, then walks up to him, saying, "So you're the fat slob lookin' for some help?" She gives a small shake of her head and moves a short way away from the smell of the sweating small folk and says, "Well I'll escort ya for the coin, but with the way that letter was worded, you ain't gonna get many others."<br> <br>Bite slithers into the Freeswords' and waves to Arimia, before taking note of the feline. She tilts her head and hisses "I'll escort you sssweetie, i'd be more than happy to." with a smile. The smile slowly turns to a smirk as she thinks she might make some money out of this. She flicks her tail against the ground and says "I'm Bite, where am I taking you?"<br> <br>Zen look at Arimia as he would a bug, "Look ladies one of the ruffian children is making fun at my expense. I love a good joke. Sure we could use another laborer." His gaze turns to bite and he give a toothy smile. "My My, I rarely gazed upon such a unique female. I've always wondered, do you shed?" He look at her curiously, "No matter. I will hire you and the child. I would like to be Taken through the east forest path to the quarry to pick up my supplies then escorted to my home in the drytongue flats. There I will drop of my supply and be free of folk looking to take my head."<br> <br>Arimia lets out a low growl, accompanying it with a flick of a wrist, causing a flame to spring up on the Cat's seat. Her golem stomps over then and roughly lifts him out of his, now burning, chair. "I am a Cliffside trained mage an' one of, if not the foremost golem makers in this entire city. If not both Sweetwater an' Cliffside. Call me a child, or anythin' disparigin' again an' I'll drag you down into the Kindcraft mines an' leave you there. Clear?" She smiles and has her golem drop the feline, then makes it move over to put out the fire on the chair. By stomping on it. "Now. You're hirin' us to protect you. Not to abuse us. An' if you try, I'll abuse you back in a very physical manner." <br> <br>Bite giggles and shakes her head. "Everyone sheds in some way sssweetie." she hisses and tilts her head, not sure if it's true or not. She waits to see how he reacts to Arimia's actions, unsure if this will cut her pay or not. She decides to be extra nice in the future portions of this mission.<br> <br>The Savannah Cat hits the ground with a thud. "Foul Harlot. Is this how the firmament behaves? I should report this to your king." His females help him up as one of them uses a small bit of earth magic to make a new chair out of stone. Zen growls sitting in his chair, "You lack manners and grace, 1000000 will be deducted from both of your pay." He claps his hands and his chairs legs begin to walk themselves as two of his females begin to cast complex math over it.<br> <br>Arimia scowls at the cat and says, "Feel free. But it ain't gonna get you nothing you fat blob." She turns and walks along beside the chair, though leaving some distance between her and the cat. An' you ain't deductin' anything from our pay. I'm assumin' you know what a seller's market is? This is one of those. You need us. You don' pay us, an' it ain't just gonna be the headhunters you have to worry about."<br> <br>Bite seems almost stunned in place as she contemplates the situation, and the fact that she may have just lost a million crowns for something she didn't even do. Her smile slowly fades and a bitter look overtakes her. She shakes her head and hisses "If you want my help let's get going sssweetie."<br> <br>"Your as bad as those ruffians in the little hovel they have outside of town. Why can't you be somewhat elegant and graceful the rumors of this city much be the same as the terrible Shunty... Scanty... erm I forget the name of the horrid place. I wish to be free of this place as soon as I can." He points to one of his servants who speeds up the chair while the other widens it to accomidate the five of them. "Yes lets get going To the forest then to home."<br> <br>Arimia clenches a hand in a fist and says "I warned you." That said she has her golem scoop up the fat feline and starts leading it toward the gate, cheerfully saying, "You're lucky! You're going to get your own guided tour to the depths of the Kindcraft mines! Finding your way back out, however, is somethin' you'll need to manage on your own!"<br> <br>Bite slithers after Arimia, thinking it may be a bit much but not in the mood to object. She merely follows silently.<br> <br>"Unhand me." He screams as his females simply follow the Golem. "Husband, Would you please allow us to speak with her?" One of the females ask, "YES YES Just get her to stop this thing." With smiles the lynx looks at Arimia and leans close to her ear, "Do you plan to kill him? This would be most unwise, he is a small fry that cannot hope to match you in a fair fight. Would you really want to leave four widows." A gleam appears in girls eyes before she leans in close to Arimia and whispers something in her ear.<br> <br>Arimia gives a small scowl at the woman and says, "I wasn't gonna kill him. He would survive. Kinda. Maybe a bit... Changed." As she says the last word one of her tentacles slips out from under her cloak before disappearing beneath it again. At the whispered words her golem idly tosses the cat to the ground and the 'coon walks up to him, saying, "Listen' an' listen well, 'cause if this don' penetrate the layers of fat around your skull you're gonna have problems. You will be kind an' respectful. Your wealth don' mean shit to me. If you say one unkind word to anyone, anyone at all, while I'm around you won' get another chance. Clear?"<br> <br>Bite looks like she's about to say something but stops when the feline is placed on the ground. She looks over everyone and watches for the cats next action.<br> <br>Look at Arimia and makes a series of strange hand guests. Two of the four lynx's giggle, "Crystal." He says with smug look. He begins using hand gestures to direct his servants. "I assume the rumors of Kindcraft are true." He says before another series of gestures which cause the lead lynx to snort, "I doubt it, husband." She says as they begin to form another moving chair from under him. This one is noticable defended with a honeycombed dome around him to protect him from attacker. "Shall we carry on?" He says in a polite smile.<br> <br>Arimia doesn't seem perturbed by the giggling as she starts moving again. She completely ignores the cat, though she does murmurs something to the lynx who spoke to her. <br> <br>Bite begins preparing something as she proceeds to follow Zen, and Arimia. She liberates a hug from the raccoon briefly.<br> <br>The trips goes relatively safely until the group spots some a group of robed canines with eye patches over their left eyes. "Zen! DIE!" The leader, a doberman heavy folk with scars all over his face throws a single blade at Zen and follows up with two more blade for his neariest wives.<br> <br>Arimia quickly speaks a mathmagical equation creating a gust of wind that acts like a solid wall of air to stop the knives flying at the two female lynxes, though the one flying at Zen continues to do so. | + | <div></div><br> <br>Outside the freeswords guilds sits an obese male small folk Savannah Cat with four smaller beautifully dressed Lynxs fanning him. His tunic is covered in the stains of various food as he waits for response to his letter. He is sweating heavily and smells similar spoiled meat. Ornate rings are stuck to his fat fingers as his various jewelry glitters in the sunlight. "When with those sell swords start lining up for me. The Great Zen doesn't wish to wait much long." He wheezes.<br> <br>Arimia wanders out of the guild, checking through her things with her large, spiked golem following after her. She gives a sneer of disgust at seeing the cat, then walks up to him, saying, "So you're the fat slob lookin' for some help?" She gives a small shake of her head and moves a short way away from the smell of the sweating small folk and says, "Well I'll escort ya for the coin, but with the way that letter was worded, you ain't gonna get many others."<br> <br>Bite slithers into the Freeswords' and waves to Arimia, before taking note of the feline. She tilts her head and hisses "I'll escort you sssweetie, i'd be more than happy to." with a smile. The smile slowly turns to a smirk as she thinks she might make some money out of this. She flicks her tail against the ground and says "I'm Bite, where am I taking you?"<br> <br>Zen look at Arimia as he would a bug, "Look ladies one of the ruffian children is making fun at my expense. I love a good joke. Sure we could use another laborer." His gaze turns to bite and he give a toothy smile. "My My, I rarely gazed upon such a unique female. I've always wondered, do you shed?" He look at her curiously, "No matter. I will hire you and the child. I would like to be Taken through the east forest path to the quarry to pick up my supplies then escorted to my home in the drytongue flats. There I will drop of my supply and be free of folk looking to take my head."<br> <br>Arimia lets out a low growl, accompanying it with a flick of a wrist, causing a flame to spring up on the Cat's seat. Her golem stomps over then and roughly lifts him out of his, now burning, chair. "I am a Cliffside trained mage an' one of, if not the foremost golem makers in this entire city. If not both Sweetwater an' Cliffside. Call me a child, or anythin' disparigin' again an' I'll drag you down into the Kindcraft mines an' leave you there. Clear?" She smiles and has her golem drop the feline, then makes it move over to put out the fire on the chair. By stomping on it. "Now. You're hirin' us to protect you. Not to abuse us. An' if you try, I'll abuse you back in a very physical manner." <br> <br>Bite giggles and shakes her head. "Everyone sheds in some way sssweetie." she hisses and tilts her head, not sure if it's true or not. She waits to see how he reacts to Arimia's actions, unsure if this will cut her pay or not. She decides to be extra nice in the future portions of this mission.<br> <br>The Savannah Cat hits the ground with a thud. "Foul Harlot. Is this how the firmament behaves? I should report this to your king." His females help him up as one of them uses a small bit of earth magic to make a new chair out of stone. Zen growls sitting in his chair, "You lack manners and grace, 1000000 will be deducted from both of your pay." He claps his hands and his chairs legs begin to walk themselves as two of his females begin to cast complex math over it.<br> <br>Arimia scowls at the cat and says, "Feel free. But it ain't gonna get you nothing you fat blob." She turns and walks along beside the chair, though leaving some distance between her and the cat. An' you ain't deductin' anything from our pay. I'm assumin' you know what a seller's market is? This is one of those. You need us. You don' pay us, an' it ain't just gonna be the headhunters you have to worry about."<br> <br>Bite seems almost stunned in place as she contemplates the situation, and the fact that she may have just lost a million crowns for something she didn't even do. Her smile slowly fades and a bitter look overtakes her. She shakes her head and hisses "If you want my help let's get going sssweetie."<br> <br>"Your as bad as those ruffians in the little hovel they have outside of town. Why can't you be somewhat elegant and graceful the rumors of this city much be the same as the terrible Shunty... Scanty... erm I forget the name of the horrid place. I wish to be free of this place as soon as I can." He points to one of his servants who speeds up the chair while the other widens it to accomidate the five of them. "Yes lets get going To the forest then to home."<br> <br>Arimia clenches a hand in a fist and says "I warned you." That said she has her golem scoop up the fat feline and starts leading it toward the gate, cheerfully saying, "You're lucky! You're going to get your own guided tour to the depths of the Kindcraft mines! Finding your way back out, however, is somethin' you'll need to manage on your own!"<br> <br>Bite slithers after Arimia, thinking it may be a bit much but not in the mood to object. She merely follows silently.<br> <br>"Unhand me." He screams as his females simply follow the Golem. "Husband, Would you please allow us to speak with her?" One of the females ask, "YES YES Just get her to stop this thing." With smiles the lynx looks at Arimia and leans close to her ear, "Do you plan to kill him? This would be most unwise, he is a small fry that cannot hope to match you in a fair fight. Would you really want to leave four widows." A gleam appears in girls eyes before she leans in close to Arimia and whispers something in her ear.<br> <br>Arimia gives a small scowl at the woman and says, "I wasn't gonna kill him. He would survive. Kinda. Maybe a bit... Changed." As she says the last word one of her tentacles slips out from under her cloak before disappearing beneath it again. At the whispered words her golem idly tosses the cat to the ground and the 'coon walks up to him, saying, "Listen' an' listen well, 'cause if this don' penetrate the layers of fat around your skull you're gonna have problems. You will be kind an' respectful. Your wealth don' mean shit to me. If you say one unkind word to anyone, anyone at all, while I'm around you won' get another chance. Clear?"<br> <br>Bite looks like she's about to say something but stops when the feline is placed on the ground. She looks over everyone and watches for the cats next action.<br> <br>Look at Arimia and makes a series of strange hand guests. Two of the four lynx's giggle, "Crystal." He says with smug look. He begins using hand gestures to direct his servants. "I assume the rumors of Kindcraft are true." He says before another series of gestures which cause the lead lynx to snort, "I doubt it, husband." She says as they begin to form another moving chair from under him. This one is noticable defended with a honeycombed dome around him to protect him from attacker. "Shall we carry on?" He says in a polite smile.<br> <br>Arimia doesn't seem perturbed by the giggling as she starts moving again. She completely ignores the cat, though she does murmurs something to the lynx who spoke to her. <br> <br>Bite begins preparing something as she proceeds to follow Zen, and Arimia. She liberates a hug from the raccoon briefly.<br> <br>The trips goes relatively safely until the group spots some a group of robed canines with eye patches over their left eyes. "Zen! DIE!" The leader, a doberman heavy folk with scars all over his face throws a single blade at Zen and follows up with two more blade for his neariest wives.<br> <br>Arimia quickly speaks a mathmagical equation creating a gust of wind that acts like a solid wall of air to stop the knives flying at the two female lynxes, though the one flying at Zen continues to do so.<br> <br>Bite ignores the dagger flying at Zen, his stone dome far better protection than most armors. She hisses and releases her prepared spell, a brilliant ball of fire that rises up briefly before raining down in smaller portions upon the attackers.<br> <br>Zen's dome stops the blade in its tracks, "AHHHH!!!" The canines scream and scatter around for a moment putting out the flames. "Outsider this is no business of yours. We request that you step aside and allow justice to be serviced upon this Creator damned Merchant. Sell Anything Zen, I will match his price for whatever he is paying you to protect him." The doberman takes off his robe and is dress in only a set of pants, slash scars are all over his body, "Do not hinder me."<br> <br>Arimia makes no move to attack back and holds up a hand at the canine, saying, "What is your objection to him? Not that I don' understand to objecting to him. He is very objectionable. He hired us to protect him, however. He hasn't paid us yet however, so if your reason is compelling enough I will not stop you."<br> <br>Bite begins preparing another spell, shaking her head but willing to listen to what the scarred individual has to say. "Sssweetie you're not very compelling, you attacked his wives."<br> <br>The dog looks at Arimia, "My reasons are not ones that I can easily explain but I will say this, He must die or dozens will never be avenged. His wives are worse than he is!" The Doberman clutches his head, "I'll Kill him..." Horns start to grow out of his head as his body enlarges. "I'll rend the flesh from his bones...." He bites his tongue as he draws from a scared line, His group doesn't wastes anytime attacking while their boss is on the ground groaning about how he will kill Zen while shifting into a different form.<br> <br>Arimia steps a brief way away, out of any lines of fire or anything and says, "You can have him then." She climbs up onto her golem, using the spikes she knows are not sharp enough to cut her, until she can sit on one of it's shoulders. <br> <br>Bite looks greatly annoyed. "Sssweetie i'm not going to let you do that until you talk about things. For all I know you're another merchant who wants competition dead, a liar." she hisses and prepares for the oncoming helpers.<br> <br>Hunting out in East Forest, Mira was startled by what sounded like more then just somebody assulting beast and Shadow. Following the noise, she rushes through, eventually catching the sounds of Bite and Arimia talking, as well as a few others. After observing for a short time, it seems things are going sour, and fast. She hops out of the underbrush and gets alongside Arimia on her golem as quick as she is able, "Miss, what is happening here?" She asks, seeing the results of what has already happened.<br> <br>Dogs don't waste anytime trying to attack the group. "ZEN! Get him! Rip out is eyes!" They scream in fury.<br> <br>Arimia glances up occasionally, watching the fight, though most of her attention is occupied by whatever she is doing, which appears to be some sort of writing or drawing. <br> <br>Bite vents her aggrivation upon the poor hounds and hisses a rather content sound briefly before her look and mood return to a very sour snake.<br> <br>Mirana yips a bit as a group comes to attack, but Bite seems to have things mostly under control. So her focus is mostly on protecting her, while tripping up those attempting them harm. She gestures to Bite, directing to her what she observes.<br> <br>Yelping like beaten dogs the group limps over to there leader who in the chaos has finished transforming. "Brothers. Go home and lick your wounds, I will not allow you to die for my vendetta." The hounds nod to the large black and tan scaled dragon, "Yeah.... Just don't let him go..." One of them grumble as they go there separate ways. "You didn't aid him..." He gaze at Arimia, "Will you allow me to attack unhindered as well?" He asks while flaping his large wings.<br> <br>Arimia gives a small shrug of her shoulders, saying, "Don' see why not. Eventually he needs to learn bein' insulting an' just generally actin' like a prick won't help him." She looks toward Mirana and says, "This isn't a mission from Miss Ironsoul, so I can't order you, but, as someone intimately aware with what dragons are capable of, an' makin' a judgmentbased on what I have seen of that feline's attitude, I would advise against standin' between the dragon an' the cat."<br> <br>Bite once again sighs. "Sssweetie you need to explain yourself, now." she hisses. It sounds like she's losing her temper.<br> <br>Mirana holds her staff defencively, and keeps her eyes fixed on the combatents, at least until Arimia speaks, "Miss, you are my superior at all hours of the day, and.... I'd follow your advise to the ends of Promise." She still isn't sure what is happening, but, she stands down and walks back over to Arimia, "However, I'm not sure I could stand by idly if they tried to hurt Bite."<br> <br>The dragon locks eyes with the snake, "He has something more precious to me than my own life. He has ruined my whole town with his soft words and cruel deals. I am here for justice and I will have it. I have no issue with either of but he is a blight and a festering wound that must be removed from Promise." As the dragon speaks one of the wives has begun to move into the tree unnoticed and is approaching the dragon from the side, she appears to be armed with small paddle like fan.<br> <br>Arimia flicks her ears as the wife moves to the tree and lifts a hand pointing toward her and saying to the dragon, "One of them is moving over there." She then returns to her writing and says, "Well, Bite, I'm not gonna stop him. I don' doubt that that fat slob deserves everythin' that is gonna happen to him an' more."<br> <br>Bite looks upward, knowing that if Arimia's warning wasn't enough, that the dragon would take note due to their locked eyes. She waits for him to respond.<br> <br>Mirana looks up and notices the new addition to the fight, but, Arimia advised her not to act, so she readys some magic, in case something goes wrong, looking first to Arimia, then back to Bite.<br> <br>Look at Arimia confused and then turns to the wife in question. "Grrrrr..." The large dragon growls like a dog before opening its mouth and letting loose a torrent of cold winds that freezes her lower half. "No more of these silly games. Where!" The dragon walks up to the chair and doesn't even make a move to attack anyone else as he grabs the entire chair and zen with minimal effort. "WHERE!" Zen trembles, "In the quarry! Near the shack in a sealed box, I swear it! Don't kill me." The dragon look at Zen and drops him chair and all no the ground. "If she isn't there I will be back." Zen cowers as the Dragon turns around and begins stomping off his wives look at him and smiling. "We didn't marry this fat tub for the dragon to steal what is ours. Lets kill him and take our prize." The lynx dart off into the tree and begin to purse the dragon leaving the party alone with Zen and a ruined chair.<br> <br>Arimia hops down off of her golem and walks over to the cat. "She? You've been trafficking in fellow beings?" She draws a dagger and narrows her eyes at the cat, while smiling an unkind smile. <br> <br>Bite snaps, her pent up aggression too much for her. "You would think a famous and wealthy merchant would have some social skills that made his customers like him. You would think he'd have the intellect to ask for someone seedier for such a wretched transaction, and..." she cuts off, preparing something. |
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Outside the freeswords guilds sits an obese male small folk Savannah Cat with four smaller beautifully dressed Lynxs fanning him. His tunic is covered in the stains of various food as he waits for response to his letter. He is sweating heavily and smells similar spoiled meat. Ornate rings are stuck to his fat fingers as his various jewelry glitters in the sunlight. "When with those sell swords start lining up for me. The Great Zen doesn't wish to wait much long." He wheezes.
Arimia wanders out of the guild, checking through her things with her large, spiked golem following after her. She gives a sneer of disgust at seeing the cat, then walks up to him, saying, "So you're the fat slob lookin' for some help?" She gives a small shake of her head and moves a short way away from the smell of the sweating small folk and says, "Well I'll escort ya for the coin, but with the way that letter was worded, you ain't gonna get many others."
Bite slithers into the Freeswords' and waves to Arimia, before taking note of the feline. She tilts her head and hisses "I'll escort you sssweetie, i'd be more than happy to." with a smile. The smile slowly turns to a smirk as she thinks she might make some money out of this. She flicks her tail against the ground and says "I'm Bite, where am I taking you?"
Zen look at Arimia as he would a bug, "Look ladies one of the ruffian children is making fun at my expense. I love a good joke. Sure we could use another laborer." His gaze turns to bite and he give a toothy smile. "My My, I rarely gazed upon such a unique female. I've always wondered, do you shed?" He look at her curiously, "No matter. I will hire you and the child. I would like to be Taken through the east forest path to the quarry to pick up my supplies then escorted to my home in the drytongue flats. There I will drop of my supply and be free of folk looking to take my head."
Arimia lets out a low growl, accompanying it with a flick of a wrist, causing a flame to spring up on the Cat's seat. Her golem stomps over then and roughly lifts him out of his, now burning, chair. "I am a Cliffside trained mage an' one of, if not the foremost golem makers in this entire city. If not both Sweetwater an' Cliffside. Call me a child, or anythin' disparigin' again an' I'll drag you down into the Kindcraft mines an' leave you there. Clear?" She smiles and has her golem drop the feline, then makes it move over to put out the fire on the chair. By stomping on it. "Now. You're hirin' us to protect you. Not to abuse us. An' if you try, I'll abuse you back in a very physical manner."
Bite giggles and shakes her head. "Everyone sheds in some way sssweetie." she hisses and tilts her head, not sure if it's true or not. She waits to see how he reacts to Arimia's actions, unsure if this will cut her pay or not. She decides to be extra nice in the future portions of this mission.
The Savannah Cat hits the ground with a thud. "Foul Harlot. Is this how the firmament behaves? I should report this to your king." His females help him up as one of them uses a small bit of earth magic to make a new chair out of stone. Zen growls sitting in his chair, "You lack manners and grace, 1000000 will be deducted from both of your pay." He claps his hands and his chairs legs begin to walk themselves as two of his females begin to cast complex math over it.
Arimia scowls at the cat and says, "Feel free. But it ain't gonna get you nothing you fat blob." She turns and walks along beside the chair, though leaving some distance between her and the cat. An' you ain't deductin' anything from our pay. I'm assumin' you know what a seller's market is? This is one of those. You need us. You don' pay us, an' it ain't just gonna be the headhunters you have to worry about."
Bite seems almost stunned in place as she contemplates the situation, and the fact that she may have just lost a million crowns for something she didn't even do. Her smile slowly fades and a bitter look overtakes her. She shakes her head and hisses "If you want my help let's get going sssweetie."
"Your as bad as those ruffians in the little hovel they have outside of town. Why can't you be somewhat elegant and graceful the rumors of this city much be the same as the terrible Shunty... Scanty... erm I forget the name of the horrid place. I wish to be free of this place as soon as I can." He points to one of his servants who speeds up the chair while the other widens it to accomidate the five of them. "Yes lets get going To the forest then to home."
Arimia clenches a hand in a fist and says "I warned you." That said she has her golem scoop up the fat feline and starts leading it toward the gate, cheerfully saying, "You're lucky! You're going to get your own guided tour to the depths of the Kindcraft mines! Finding your way back out, however, is somethin' you'll need to manage on your own!"
Bite slithers after Arimia, thinking it may be a bit much but not in the mood to object. She merely follows silently.
"Unhand me." He screams as his females simply follow the Golem. "Husband, Would you please allow us to speak with her?" One of the females ask, "YES YES Just get her to stop this thing." With smiles the lynx looks at Arimia and leans close to her ear, "Do you plan to kill him? This would be most unwise, he is a small fry that cannot hope to match you in a fair fight. Would you really want to leave four widows." A gleam appears in girls eyes before she leans in close to Arimia and whispers something in her ear.
Arimia gives a small scowl at the woman and says, "I wasn't gonna kill him. He would survive. Kinda. Maybe a bit... Changed." As she says the last word one of her tentacles slips out from under her cloak before disappearing beneath it again. At the whispered words her golem idly tosses the cat to the ground and the 'coon walks up to him, saying, "Listen' an' listen well, 'cause if this don' penetrate the layers of fat around your skull you're gonna have problems. You will be kind an' respectful. Your wealth don' mean shit to me. If you say one unkind word to anyone, anyone at all, while I'm around you won' get another chance. Clear?"
Bite looks like she's about to say something but stops when the feline is placed on the ground. She looks over everyone and watches for the cats next action.
Look at Arimia and makes a series of strange hand guests. Two of the four lynx's giggle, "Crystal." He says with smug look. He begins using hand gestures to direct his servants. "I assume the rumors of Kindcraft are true." He says before another series of gestures which cause the lead lynx to snort, "I doubt it, husband." She says as they begin to form another moving chair from under him. This one is noticable defended with a honeycombed dome around him to protect him from attacker. "Shall we carry on?" He says in a polite smile.
Arimia doesn't seem perturbed by the giggling as she starts moving again. She completely ignores the cat, though she does murmurs something to the lynx who spoke to her.
Bite begins preparing something as she proceeds to follow Zen, and Arimia. She liberates a hug from the raccoon briefly.
The trips goes relatively safely until the group spots some a group of robed canines with eye patches over their left eyes. "Zen! DIE!" The leader, a doberman heavy folk with scars all over his face throws a single blade at Zen and follows up with two more blade for his neariest wives.
Arimia quickly speaks a mathmagical equation creating a gust of wind that acts like a solid wall of air to stop the knives flying at the two female lynxes, though the one flying at Zen continues to do so.
Bite ignores the dagger flying at Zen, his stone dome far better protection than most armors. She hisses and releases her prepared spell, a brilliant ball of fire that rises up briefly before raining down in smaller portions upon the attackers.
Zen's dome stops the blade in its tracks, "AHHHH!!!" The canines scream and scatter around for a moment putting out the flames. "Outsider this is no business of yours. We request that you step aside and allow justice to be serviced upon this Creator damned Merchant. Sell Anything Zen, I will match his price for whatever he is paying you to protect him." The doberman takes off his robe and is dress in only a set of pants, slash scars are all over his body, "Do not hinder me."
Arimia makes no move to attack back and holds up a hand at the canine, saying, "What is your objection to him? Not that I don' understand to objecting to him. He is very objectionable. He hired us to protect him, however. He hasn't paid us yet however, so if your reason is compelling enough I will not stop you."
Bite begins preparing another spell, shaking her head but willing to listen to what the scarred individual has to say. "Sssweetie you're not very compelling, you attacked his wives."
The dog looks at Arimia, "My reasons are not ones that I can easily explain but I will say this, He must die or dozens will never be avenged. His wives are worse than he is!" The Doberman clutches his head, "I'll Kill him..." Horns start to grow out of his head as his body enlarges. "I'll rend the flesh from his bones...." He bites his tongue as he draws from a scared line, His group doesn't wastes anytime attacking while their boss is on the ground groaning about how he will kill Zen while shifting into a different form.
Arimia steps a brief way away, out of any lines of fire or anything and says, "You can have him then." She climbs up onto her golem, using the spikes she knows are not sharp enough to cut her, until she can sit on one of it's shoulders.
Bite looks greatly annoyed. "Sssweetie i'm not going to let you do that until you talk about things. For all I know you're another merchant who wants competition dead, a liar." she hisses and prepares for the oncoming helpers.
Hunting out in East Forest, Mira was startled by what sounded like more then just somebody assulting beast and Shadow. Following the noise, she rushes through, eventually catching the sounds of Bite and Arimia talking, as well as a few others. After observing for a short time, it seems things are going sour, and fast. She hops out of the underbrush and gets alongside Arimia on her golem as quick as she is able, "Miss, what is happening here?" She asks, seeing the results of what has already happened.
Dogs don't waste anytime trying to attack the group. "ZEN! Get him! Rip out is eyes!" They scream in fury.
Arimia glances up occasionally, watching the fight, though most of her attention is occupied by whatever she is doing, which appears to be some sort of writing or drawing.
Bite vents her aggrivation upon the poor hounds and hisses a rather content sound briefly before her look and mood return to a very sour snake.
Mirana yips a bit as a group comes to attack, but Bite seems to have things mostly under control. So her focus is mostly on protecting her, while tripping up those attempting them harm. She gestures to Bite, directing to her what she observes.
Yelping like beaten dogs the group limps over to there leader who in the chaos has finished transforming. "Brothers. Go home and lick your wounds, I will not allow you to die for my vendetta." The hounds nod to the large black and tan scaled dragon, "Yeah.... Just don't let him go..." One of them grumble as they go there separate ways. "You didn't aid him..." He gaze at Arimia, "Will you allow me to attack unhindered as well?" He asks while flaping his large wings.
Arimia gives a small shrug of her shoulders, saying, "Don' see why not. Eventually he needs to learn bein' insulting an' just generally actin' like a prick won't help him." She looks toward Mirana and says, "This isn't a mission from Miss Ironsoul, so I can't order you, but, as someone intimately aware with what dragons are capable of, an' makin' a judgmentbased on what I have seen of that feline's attitude, I would advise against standin' between the dragon an' the cat."
Bite once again sighs. "Sssweetie you need to explain yourself, now." she hisses. It sounds like she's losing her temper.
Mirana holds her staff defencively, and keeps her eyes fixed on the combatents, at least until Arimia speaks, "Miss, you are my superior at all hours of the day, and.... I'd follow your advise to the ends of Promise." She still isn't sure what is happening, but, she stands down and walks back over to Arimia, "However, I'm not sure I could stand by idly if they tried to hurt Bite."
The dragon locks eyes with the snake, "He has something more precious to me than my own life. He has ruined my whole town with his soft words and cruel deals. I am here for justice and I will have it. I have no issue with either of but he is a blight and a festering wound that must be removed from Promise." As the dragon speaks one of the wives has begun to move into the tree unnoticed and is approaching the dragon from the side, she appears to be armed with small paddle like fan.
Arimia flicks her ears as the wife moves to the tree and lifts a hand pointing toward her and saying to the dragon, "One of them is moving over there." She then returns to her writing and says, "Well, Bite, I'm not gonna stop him. I don' doubt that that fat slob deserves everythin' that is gonna happen to him an' more."
Bite looks upward, knowing that if Arimia's warning wasn't enough, that the dragon would take note due to their locked eyes. She waits for him to respond.
Mirana looks up and notices the new addition to the fight, but, Arimia advised her not to act, so she readys some magic, in case something goes wrong, looking first to Arimia, then back to Bite.
Look at Arimia confused and then turns to the wife in question. "Grrrrr..." The large dragon growls like a dog before opening its mouth and letting loose a torrent of cold winds that freezes her lower half. "No more of these silly games. Where!" The dragon walks up to the chair and doesn't even make a move to attack anyone else as he grabs the entire chair and zen with minimal effort. "WHERE!" Zen trembles, "In the quarry! Near the shack in a sealed box, I swear it! Don't kill me." The dragon look at Zen and drops him chair and all no the ground. "If she isn't there I will be back." Zen cowers as the Dragon turns around and begins stomping off his wives look at him and smiling. "We didn't marry this fat tub for the dragon to steal what is ours. Lets kill him and take our prize." The lynx dart off into the tree and begin to purse the dragon leaving the party alone with Zen and a ruined chair.
Arimia hops down off of her golem and walks over to the cat. "She? You've been trafficking in fellow beings?" She draws a dagger and narrows her eyes at the cat, while smiling an unkind smile.
Bite snaps, her pent up aggression too much for her. "You would think a famous and wealthy merchant would have some social skills that made his customers like him. You would think he'd have the intellect to ask for someone seedier for such a wretched transaction, and..." she cuts off, preparing something.
