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Town Center / stay
« on: Today at 03:31 AM »
That was something. Some kind of reaction, at least, was helpful here. He tried not to be too impatient, because considering what he'd just said, Icarus probably needed a few minutes to process that, if he was any sort of a decent person. Considering he'd not balked at having a slave be somewhat demanding, hadn't taken offense to it, he was probably pretty decent. He did the same thing she did, though, when she was upset. Once in a while, the woman would get frustrated with something, or remember something upsetting, and the air around her would get cooler. Was he an ice affinity mage, too? Maybe he could undo it when she lost control of hers.

Ah, okay. Given that was the first thing he said, it was a good thing, for Thana. He did care, enough to be pissed off about it. That was good. Thana frowned, slightly. Six, and they were seventeen now. Eleven years... that was a long time. "Sounds believable," he said. "She's a mage, though," he said, very quietly, just in case he didn't know. "Ice affinity. Fourteen layers of ice in the tower, last I counted. Buried her clothes, the bookshelf, her bed. Kind of a miracle I could still get the grate open." Ksenia. She said once, it started with a K. That was a nice name, actually, he liked it. It was nice to have a name to call her, besides having to get by on 'miss.' Not that she minded, but, Thana did.

"She's hiding, at the moment," he went on. "She gets distracted too easy, I didn't want her getting separated from me. She's doing a bit better, got her eating now, mostly fish and whatever edible wild plants I can find, but it's still not enough. Loses control of her sorcery a lot, and it drains her aura faster than I can help her regenerate it. Certainly not helping her condition." He didn't know much about magi, but he was pretty sure it wasn't helping, no.

Oh, shoot he was rude. "Oh, I'm Thanatus. Former blood fighter turned tower guard. I was supposed to kill her when she finally fell to mage insanity, and then they decided they were tired of waiting and cut her diet. I didn't like that plan. She knocked herself out using too much sorcery, and I ran with it. I told them she'd died, said I was dealing with the remains, gate guard let me right out, so I don't know if they know I'm gone, yet." They paid him so much mind, honestly, he'd almost be surprised if they remembered they had a blood fighter, once.

"We'll have to go get her, first, of course, but she's not far." Whenever he thought he was ready to, because, he seemed to be having a minor war with his temper, there.

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Town Center / stay
« on: Jun 23, 2018, 10:21 PM »
That was freakishly convenient. The surprise was probably evident on his face, even for just a moment, and then it went away. This one was Icarus. Thana tilted his head, slightly; nope, still cute. Apparently, his... mistress? She was and was not... had rather pretty sons, if this one was anything to go by. It wasn't surprising. Considering, even under how much she'd deteriorated, he could tell, she was a rather pretty woman, herself. The eyes passed on, if nothing else, and those were very striking. And, he was being weird, again.

He blamed the lack of sustenance.

Did he want to take the chance? He wasn't sure if she'd be wanted, in house Essair. It was the best shot he had, but, clearly being related didn't always mean good things. "First, we should talk, I think. I'm not asking for myself, and the quicker I know your response, the better." It'd be easier to alter his plans now, and get her out of Dalmasca now, than to get side-tracked fussing with a house that didn't want her, anyway. There was too much at stake, and the farther away from Dalmasca he got her, before House Warwicke realized they were gone, the better. If he needed to run for the Free Cities, it'd be best if he knew that now, not later, when it may be harder.

Thana was probably being paranoid, but, in this instance, he thought he was allowed. House Warwicke would, if they found them, realized he'd lied, probably manage to make their lives much, much harder, if not end on the spot, and damn it, he'd gotten her too far. It was too late to back out, now. Fuck, he didn't believe in gods, but just this once, if any of the damned bastards were listening...

He nodded a bit away from the press of people, shuffling that way himself, waiting until Icarus followed, or at least got closer, before he started explaining. No one else really needed to hear this. "I don't know her name. No one seems to know her damned name, and for the love of fuck I can't imagine why, but that's beside the point. The point is, her own family tried to kill her, I have no idea how long she'd been in that tower before I got her out, and she's starving and weak and easily distracted and confused. I can't save her from everything. She's forgotten a lot, still forgets things from time to time. Sometimes I'm Thana, other times I'm 'what's your name again?' She says her sons are in the house with the cobra emblem. She called Kassandros the light from the shadows. Her eyes are the same shade as yours. If you don't want her back, I'll figure something else out." But he didn't get her this far just to get her in the same situation again. He didn't get her this far just to end up in worse, either, albeit he wasn't sure what counted as worse, at this point.

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Town Center / stay
« on: Jun 22, 2018, 10:50 PM »
Wow. ... if he had to smack into someone else, at least he was cute. That was not an appropriate thing to think, alrighty then. Then, of course, he knew how much Dalmascans liked the pretty ones. Thana almost frowned, but just barely managed not to. The guy wasn't upset about it, and really, that was good for him. He didn't need to go drawing attention to himself. He didn't know if the Warwickes were aware they were gone, or not, by now, and he certainly didn't need to be telling them, by catching their attention at market. Some part of him wondered, though, if they'd even know what they were looking at, even if they looked right at him. Most likely, no, but Thana wasn't going to bank on it.

Was he looking for something? Yes, actually. The former blood fighter narrowed his eyes in thought. How much should he say? This was always the hard part. There were plenty of people in the town center. He could find plenty of someones to ask. But did he trust them all? No. He hardly trusted one Dalmascan, and this one was dressed too nicely not to be Dalmascan.

But, his eyes. They reminded him of the woman's eyes, a very clear, bright blue. Ah, he was staring at his eyes now, and like a good slave, he looked a bit to the side of him, and down, instead. Incidentally, his gaze fell on the armband, and Thana leaned to the side, to get a better look at it. That was it. That was it, that was the cobra.

"Cyprian, Kassandros, Icarus, and Cygnus," was what he said. "The House with the cobra emblem. That's what I'm looking for." It'd seem, maybe, he'd just found it? Even if this one wasn't one of her cobras, maybe he knew where they were. She needed somewhere safe to go, or she was going to die, anyway, if it wasn't because House Warwicke hunted her down and finished what they'd started, it'd be because of... well, this was Dalmasca, for fuck's sake, it could be almost anything, and just being away from her for this long was starting to make him antsy.

He couldn't save her from everything, though, and he knew it. He needed to find someone that could.

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Commons' Residences / little star
« on: Jun 13, 2018, 03:49 AM »
She was getting more difficult to distract. Since yesterday, Thana had managed to keep her mostly well-fed. What he managed to find growing wild, some of which was probably the remains of a farm that had reseeded itself and gone wild, was enough to get rather a wide range of food sources out here. It wasn't enough for them both, actually. Naturally, he prioritized her over him, but she was more likely to keel over suddenly than he was. Thana had gotten her this far. He didn't want her dying on him, now. He still ate, it just wasn't near as much as he was used to, and too long of it, and he knew it'd start adversely affecting him, but it was alright. He was going to sun-dry some fish later, as soon as he had the chance to go get more without leaving her alone too long, probably over-fish many times over, just to ensure they had enough for them both for a while. In the meanwhile, Thana was working on making sure she had a variety of things in her diet, because she was lacking in everything.

She was doing better. He'd been right, when he remembered her being more mentally present than that, at one time. Her diet cut, along with her expenditure of so much energy all the time, thanks to being wildly incapable of controlling her aura, had probably contributed to her inability to think straight. The thoughts in her head didn't seem to scramble as much, or as often, as they used to, and while she still got distracted, it was becoming less common. She was doing better. This was worth it. Now, though, he had to find her friggin cobras.

A bath? Thana paused with what he was doing, glancing up at her. ... she did look like she'd not had a bath in a few months, at least. He hadn't thought about this, though. He frowned, a bit, thinking, setting the wood aside; he was carving a wood stick down into a mostly straight shaft, so he could attach the bone arrowhead he'd made out of one of the chicken bones to it to make a fishing spear. "There's uh... well, there's the river I caught the fish in... I meant to go down and catch more fish to dry for later, anyway, if you wanted to go with me, you could wash off while I do that." It shouldn't be a problem, he didn't think. They were actually quite a ways from the rest of Nydema; far from the main roads, and the part of the river he went to was tucked so far into the wilderness, he was pretty sure it was actually outside Nydema's borders.

It was about as safe as they were going to get; but if they were together, they'd have a better chance of dealing with anyone that might stumble into them, anyway. The woman hadn't forgotten, for a while. She may remember enough to be able to pass them off as a normal woman and her guard. If that didn't work... Thana wasn't against stabbing a bitch, either.

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Town Center / stay
« on: Jun 09, 2018, 07:23 AM »
With some work, Thanatus had managed to find them an abandoned barn to stay in. It wasn't perfect, and he was about 99% sure the ceiling was going to leak when it rained, but it provided protection from the wind and most of the rain. The morning after they left Warwicke, he'd managed to catch and roast a chicken, and pulled the sinew out of it. He'd made a couple cords and some threads, which he was now using to sew together a blanket, having already made the lady a dress that fit her, out of a couple fabric sacks he'd found, having made a needle out of one of the chicken bones.

The cords were for this knife handle. Thana had managed to get a meat knife on the way out of House Warwicke, but while the knife itself was acceptable, the handle was kind of flimsy. The blade wobbled in it, and to say the least, it uh, it needed a bit of help. There was plenty of scrap wood and metal pieces in this barn, he could probably vaguely copy the blade design and make multiple blades.

At the moment, though, he was in the town center, looking for any sign of that cobra emblem. He swore he remembered seeing it on some of the patrols, but, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to ask one what it was, either. If anyone from House Warwicke came by, he'd probably have to go back, too; the woman was sleeping, at the moment, and he wasn't sure how long she'd stay that way, or whether she'd stay there when she woke up. If he lost her, he'd find her again, but just not losing her in the first place, that'd be a better idea. Most likely, he was jumpy, maybe a bit overprotective, but, it wasn't like the woman was capable of defending herself. She didn't even remember her own name. He didn't know how trusting she was with strangers, either, the last thing he wanted was for her to end up in the wrong person's path.

Anyway, he'd just make this foray as quick as he could. Someone knew what that emblem was. He just had to find them. Sounded easy, right? Yeah. Not so much in practice, as it turned out. He stood to one side of the town center, watching. More concerned about her, than himself, he was still dressed like a typical slave, and most paid him no mind at all. Maybe he could make a pillow out of the chicken feathers, if he could find more fabric. This was a bit difficult, but, he'd figure it out, he'd get through this, find her cobras, and he'd just hope to whatever stupid god was listening at the moment that these cobras of hers did actually want her. Thana didn't know how to get to the Free Cities. He just knew to go west, which, overall, wasn't terribly helpful. If they had to go to the Free Cities, they were going to get so lost.

Maybe he should ask someone? Thana didn't know if he wanted to draw attention to himself, and figuring out which one to ask... eh, that was a toss. His gaze darted around the crowd, some. It was still somewhat early, so there wasn't a very large crowd, just yet. As he moved a bit in place, trying to get a better look around, though, he felt his shoulder smack into someone else. "Oh, sorry," he immediately said, turning to face them.

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House Warwicke / light the way
« on: Jun 09, 2018, 03:26 AM »
Please don't fight me... She took her hand back, and Thanatus let her go, frowning, albeit, mostly in thought. There was no way he was wrong, and he had a decent plan. It wasn't the best plan ever, he knew that, there was the chance he'd fail before they even got outside the gate, but if he had to punch their way out, he'd do that, too. She had sons, family that may want her back, family that might actually care about her. He didn't know, if the Warwickes were her family or not, as no one seemed to want to talk about her, but even if they were her family, clearly they didn't give a damn about her. Maybe she'd married in. Maybe she was a rival noble. The Warwickes seemed the type.

A better idea? Somehow, he didn't think he liked the sound of that - what was she doing. Thanatus had never seen sorcery so close before, and, being honest, it was actually rather pretty. He watched, for a moment, in interest, and then turned to her when she started speaking again. Another frown crossed his face, but, before he could actually argue with this plan, the ice stopped, and she dropped. Barely, he managed to catch her before she hit the ice, gently setting her down.

What now? He supposed, he could try this plan of hers. It wasn't exactly foolproof, but it was certainly an idea. If he still managed to catch it when the guard shift happened, he could theoretically bypass a large majority of them. And if they asked him questions, Thana might be able to be far enough away from the gates that they couldn't tell from that distance, she wasn't actually dead, and just accept it. Certainly, she looked about dead, anyway, her skin an odd mottled grey, bits of yellowish tint. Shit, how was he going to take care of her while they were looking for her cobras?

He shook his head, getting one last look at the cobra in the ice. He had to remember it, because the woman might forget it. Thana could've sworn, when he was out in the streets, he'd seen a few people wearing that emblem on the backs of their shirts, embroidered in silver thread. Maybe he could find one of those, if he tried. Thanatus took a breath in, shuffled over to the grate, unlocking it again and using the glass of water to hold it open. Then, he carefully slid the woman through, closing it after, and got her up in his arms. She was deathly light... and her clothes hardly fit her. He'd need a weapon. Thana wasn't terrible at fighting unarmed, but it'd be more efficient with a blade. ... even just a kitchen knife would be better than nothing, yeah, he'd stop by there on the way.

Ahh, what the fuck did he get into?

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House Warwicke / light the way
« on: Jun 08, 2018, 04:34 AM »
Despite the confusion, that was evident in her expression, the woman didn't pull away from him. He watched, with careful observation, for any sign that she wanted him to, that if she did, he'd let go instead of her having to fight him for even a second. He didn't know her story. He didn't know where she'd been and what she'd been through, he didn't even know her name. But, this was Dalmasca. And Dalmasca destroyed-that was what it was good at, he knew it, probably she knew it. Only kindness and care would get one anywhere, now. He didn't want her afraid of him.

Thanatus' gaze followed where she gestured. A cobra was etched into the ice, there, near the window. He remembered seeing it before, and it was a familiar emblem, but he couldn't remember the House name, either. High up there, far above anywhere Thana had ever been. It was almost suicide, trying to climb that high, and he knew it. The house could well turn on them. He could well die, for this. He knew it.

He was doing it, anyway.

Of course that was what she said. "I know," he answered. "I know what I risk. I can't explain what it is. Something wants me to save you, and I am the only one that can. We can wait, until the guard shift change. There's a shed in the back, that's close to the wall, if we could get up there, maybe we can get over the wall, instead of trying to go through or under it. It's worth it." At least, it was to him, and, he recognized, she may not feel the same way.

"If you forget, I'll remind you. If you get lost, I'll put you back on the right path. If we get separated, I'll find you. And if you can't walk on your own, I'll carry you. We can figure out where these cobras of yours are, see if they'll take you in. If they don't, then, I guess we run for the Free Cities. But I'm not turning a blind eye and pretending I don't know what I know, that I don't see what I see. Too much of Dalmasca does that, and I am not Dalmascan, nor will I ever be Dalmascan. I don't know what I am, but I know what I'm not. I'm not a heartless bastard, either. You can't stay here."

Maybe his parents didn't raise him that way, but something had, because he really couldn't just pretend there was nothing wrong, here. Thana wasn't sure what else to do, besides run, and try and run faster than Warwicke could catch up to them. Maybe he'd die in the attempt, of getting her out of Dalmasca, but it was better, that way. It was better to die with a purpose, than to live without one.

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House Warwicke / light the way
« on: Jun 07, 2018, 07:04 PM »
That was a new shortening. Thanatus blinked, for a moment, in surprise, but eventually, he smiled a bit. It was kind of cute. Thana... he could get used to it, and he'd admit, at least in his head, that he was so okay with the random nickname, because she'd come up with it. Alright, maybe he had gotten a bit attached. It was obvious, she was lonely, and maybe that was coloring her interactions with him-as far as he could tell, no one else interacted with her. Still, she had been kind to him, in her distant way, somewhat maternal, really. That was what made him think she might be a mother, to someone.

"It is," he answered. Thanatus actually wasn't his real name, but, he didn't remember his real name anymore, and he thought it might be more confusing, trying to explain that. In a few minutes, she'd forget she asked, anyway.

The light from the shadows? His gaze narrowed, slightly, more in thought, watching her pace around, apparently trying to remember something. He could be patient. She forgot things, his name, what day it was, what he was there for, that her bed was under fourteen layers of ice (last he counted, at least), where they were. Her forgetting, it was nothing new, not for him, probably not for her, either. If he went the back way, he'd have to figure out how to get past that, without one of the other Houses around noticing. Technically, they'd be trespassing... it'd be easier, if he could get her to the street, and then take her into the commons district, somewhere, maybe hide around the docks. The worst of the slums in Nydema may be enough cover, if only because the street patrols never went that way, and neither did the nobles. Unless someone ratted them out...

Cyprian, Kassandros, Icarus, and Cygnus. Her sons. Well, that made the chance one of her sons cared about her go up somewhat exponentially. If there were four of them, then... he needed a House name, at least. Probably, he could get her to go along with whatever he decided; she was trusting of him, by now, enough that she may not question him or his motives too hard, but despite the good intentions, it seemed like deception, and Thanatus never dealt in deception. If she decided it was a bad idea, later, and he hadn't told her the truth, he could lose that somewhat delicate trust between them, and then she could end up right back here, if not worse off.

If he got caught after this... there were worse things, than death, and in his time here, he'd learned Dalmasca knew them all. It wasn't like he cared. He'd never claimed to be smart. "Listen," he started, reaching out and gently taking her hand, trying to get her to look at him. "I know it's hard for you to think, but I need you to try, okay?" His tone dropped lower, quieter. "I can get you out of here, if you're willing to trust me, but I need to know where we're going. If any of these sons of yours may at all want to see you, may care about you, I need to know where they are. You're dying up here, miss, and I know that's the idea, but I'm not someone that can just let it happen. Letting you die knowing you were would be as bad as killing you myself."

Nothing changed, if no one did anything different.

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House Warwicke / light the way
« on: Jun 06, 2018, 05:58 PM »
Pacing, again. Thanatus patiently waited, until she registered that he was there, shuffling to one side, and watching her. Every day, of course, it was a toss-up, what she'd remember and what she'd forgotten. Sadly, she never did seem to remember her own name. It seemed somehow rude, to refer to her as 'the woman,' or 'her.' At least he didn't need to address her by name-at the very least, that gave him some small comfort. He could skirt around not knowing her name without accidentally insulting or confusing her. Very little seemed to upset her, though. He supposed it wouldn't have mattered, either way.

He smiled, a bit, as she noticed the goat milk, waiting until she'd taken it before setting the plate and the water down, to the side. She tended to pace around, a lot, often talking about whatever it was that crossed her mind, and nibbling bits and pieces here and there. It wasn't like Thana had anywhere else to be, and being honest, he enjoyed his time up here. Certainly, she wasn't terribly unintelligent, wasn't boring to listen to. Actually, he hadn't had anyone be so excited to have a conversation with him.

A frown crossed his face, a flicker of anger, as always slipped in sooner or later. The tower was wearing on her as much as the lack of interaction and proper food were. He probably was young enough to be her son; he wondered, not for the first time, if she had sons. That might be a viable option, if she had sons somewhere... surely, a son would want his mother back? Children never really stopped needing their parents. Dalmasca was such a crap-shoot, though, it was hard to say if they had a decent relationship with one another. She seemed kind enough, had a bit of a maternal streak to her, but, admittedly, he didn't know much about her, aside from what he'd seen the last few weeks, and who knew, how much she'd changed. "Mine ended, too," he answered, softly, not minding too much, if it got lost in the nebulous mess of thought that her mind was, now. She hadn't always been like this-at one point, he remembered her being much more lucid and aware, seeming to remember more things, and as time went on, it all filtered through her mind like it was sand in a net.

Kassandros? That was a new name. Obviously, it wasn't hers, it sounded masculine. "It's fine," Thana replied. "I'm called Thanatus, miss. If you don't mind me asking, who is Kassandros?" Someone she knew? Maybe... maybe it'd give him a lead, on where to take her, because, Thanatus wasn't sure how much longer he could watch her stay up here and die. And the worst part was, it'd take her several more weeks, before she did, if he was guessing right. It wasn't like he'd really gotten attached to her. They hardly knew one another, and she barely remembered him, on good days. It just wasn't right. And those that sat by and did nothing about it, they were just as bad as those that'd done it in the first place. Blind compliance and acceptance were just as bad as torturing and murdering themselves.

Dalmasca had, most likely, broken the vast majority of the slaves, here. Most were too afraid to do anything. Thanatus was not. True, he probably should've been. Nobody said he was doing the smart thing, least of all him. But he was doing the right thing. He'd get her out. Somehow. ... no, he knew how. If he timed it right, he could even catch it during the guard shift. There was a shed in the back, made of wood, the wall went too far down to get under it, but he could get over it... if he was careful.

Yes, he'd get her out of here. But he needed to know where to take her.

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House Warwicke / light the way
« on: Jun 05, 2018, 05:29 PM »
A couple cubes of cheese, leftover from dinner, a few sliced tomatoes, fresh from the garden (he had not, for the record, swiped those out of the garden specifically for her-except maybe he did), a bit of turkey, and about a quarter cup of goat milk... that wasn't perfect, but, it was better. He'd already toasted the bread, to a nice even crisp, leaving the inside still soft, sprinkled some minced garlic and a bit of parsley on top, for flavor. That should do it. Really, he may just be delaying the inevitable. It may be kinder, ultimately, to just kill her and get it over with. No one would ask any questions. They all expected, sooner or later, she'd lose her mind, and that'd be that, or she'd starve, and that'd still be that.

It didn't sit right. She didn't have a collar, or one of those tattoos that body slaves were often given, nor a brand. She was well-educated, from what he could tell, spoke in a very refined manner, there was no way she was a slave. Even if she was, it made no sense to him, why someone would toss a slave, ostensibly a sizeable investment, into a tower, and forget they existed. How did anyone go completely unnoticed? How did no one else care? Many of the slaves didn't even know she was up there, which implied she'd been there quite some time. How was it that she was almost completely forgotten? The blood games ended nameless people's lives all the time; Dalmascans didn't need to do it outside the arena, too, but Thanatus should know better, than that.

About fifteen hessions; that was the value of life.

He released a long breath, gathering up the small plate, setting the milk to one side, and taking the glass of water in the other hand. It was some work, making sure he could get up there, without anyone finding out what he was doing, but, strangely, not a single Warwicke had bothered to pay him any mind, since assigning him to the lady in the tower. The slaves all said, he was wasting his time, risking his neck for nothing, but, Thanatus didn't feel that way. Someone, somewhere, knew who she was. Someone, somewhere, missed her. That was enough for him. He had no one and nothing-and his life really didn't matter, in the long run. Giving a future to those that wanted one... and she most certainly hadn't given up, just yet.

Perhaps it wouldn't be much longer, before she did. ... the Warwickes didn't pay him any mind, or her... maybe he could get her out... he mulled that over, as he went up the twelve flights of stairs, stopping at the grate, unlocking it and nudging it open. "I'm a bit late, tonight," he said, scooting through and closing it behind him. The quiet clank of it locking sounded, as he carefully made his way across her ice prison. She'd built an igloo, to one side. "But I brought surprises, this time!" Sometimes, he couldn't manage to scrounge up as much. Sometimes, all she got was bread, because he couldn't find anything else. Thankfully, it wasn't too constant an occurrence.

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