OOC: Green Mage hasn't done anything for a while, so I'm going to assume he's inactive and removing him for now.
If he comes back I set him up in another area.

((Alrighty then.))

The next thing he knew, he was in a cell with the two female travellers. Where the last boy was dragged off to Marnid preferred not to dwell. It would not do any good to hope or speculate. In any case, from the darkest reaches of the cell spoke a voice, asking for their names. Still dull from his arrival Marnid wasn't exactly in a position to answer; must have been the shock from dry desert heat to dank, dark cell that was the culprit. First order of business was to get his thoughts in order. The voice was male, okay, that would mean two men and women in the cell. Now why would they put women in the same cell as men? Not that he was inclined to visit any kind of ill intentions towards them, it was just abnormal as he knew how low a man could stoop, some of which was from personal experience.

He sat up and looked around, shaking whatever it was that was blurring his vision before finally deciding to answer.

"Ho there, I am Marnid of Rivacheg, and who might you be sir?"

OOC: It's just that I'm experiencing technical difficulties, and will be back Tuesday.

OOC: Okay. Message when you're ready then, and I'll set up up.

OOC: Could Kiki post? Pretty please?

Vincent was escorted in a large, opulent room that seemed to be a throne room. The walls seemed to be entirely gold, with marble fixtures and trim placed evenly throughout the length of the room. Thenza stood before him, the maniacal grin still plastered on his face, looking as if he was about to burst with inhuman laughter. Behind, on a grand throne, sat a fair skinned woman with long, raven black hair, endowed with a fine robe of the purest silk and dazzling gold ornaments. It was the Empress Isis.
Thenza stared at the man. "So much bloodlust in your eyes," he muttered. His grin only widened at this excellent display plopped before him, and ideas began to pop in his head about what to do with the untamed bloodlust, to put it to better use than the frenzied state it was in.
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"Ah evening then, Marnid." The man cooed. He stepped a bit from the shadow, revealing shaggy, white hair reaching his shoulders. He was a White Hair, as Southern Desert lore called them. Peculiarly blessed with little pigmentation in their hair, they excel at the specific abilities decided by the gods, being able to master that ability in a few years, even with little focus on it.
"I have not heard of Rivacheg, only the other two kingdoms of Retensburg and Bevoloux. Is that perhaps off the continent?" He asked. "I don't know much about the other continents and islands, and barely anything about the other kingdoms. Oh and before we leave the subject completely, may I have the names of the ladies as well?"

His hair pestered Sigrun. Because she was from the Southern region, she had always heard stories of the White Hairs. Many were gifted in the arts and contributed to society with their great works, but a large amount turned out to be fierce killers who could wield their weapon of choice like a master in only a few years. She wished she still had possession of her Kard, but shrugged that thought away and gripped her emerald necklace in its place.

"It would be rude of me to give away what I do not possess," Marnid answered as he eyed the younger girl.

She was awake but perhaps she was a shy, needlessly so. Turning his attention back to the man Marnid finally noticed the abnormally white hair of the male speaker. It reminded him a bit of when he was still in the business as a trader. The leader of his rag tag caravan's guard had white hair as well and was not only a master tactician, whom Marnid learned from, but also a skilled combatant, which Marnid did not pick up.

But to continue the conversation, from which he could perhaps glean more information, he spoke,

"I'm not surprised any one here would have heard of Rivacheg. It is in a distant verdant land known as Calradia. Over the steppes and in to a valley. For all I know, it could have been renamed now since it has been a decade shy of a score since I last saw Rivacheg and the local kingdoms have probably been merged now."

He smiled his usual smile as a trader. It pays to be amiable.

OOC: Posting to continue. If anyone can get Kiki to post then that would be great. Also, I'll speed up the other group and kill them if they don't post soon. Kosos is a major character in this part and needs to return to the city eventually.

"Sigrun Wasylyk." She stated, staring at Marnid. Her jaw stung from the exercise. It was not directed to the white haired man out of distrust. "I'm from a smaller town in this desert," She continued to save either of them the trouble of asking. "And I don't trust White Hairs."
It was a cold declaration, but if she was going to tell the others anything, that would be it. She didn't like to talk, mostly from shyness, but also from distrust of strangers. If she was not so stressed from the loss of not only her Kard and her book, maybe her voice would not have been so cold.

The white haired man shook it off. He was used to hate from the Southern people, because he had grown with it all his life and developed a sort of immunity to it. He grinned. "Well, lady Sigrun, you are enchanting even in this gloomy cell." he said with an air of sophistication. It was a joke, but she glared at him as if he had insulted her by speaking.

OOC: I'm sorry I haven't posted >.> my stupid browser said that the site was down for construction for 2 weeks v.v

Gurgled incoherent sounds floated through Tiandra's head before she realized that people really were speaking. She didn't open her eyes, however it didn't require her sight to know that she was in a cell. The scent of dampness, and stagnant air was quite typical for most prisons all over the world she assumed. Keeping her breathing regular, she heard Marnid and the girl who had been assaulted earlier Sigrun. She was reassured knowing that they hadn't been completely separated from each other, though she still wondered about the fate of the others. Hopefully they hadn't been utterly obliterated.

Tiandra opened her eyes, which quickly adjusted to the rather dim light provided by ancient lamps she spied. She looked around, her hunch was correct, they were indeed in prison, she wasn't sure why she was just confirming it with her eyes open. Perhaps a part of her had hoped that all her senses had been wrong, and that she was in some forest, but alas it was nothing but a wish. Despite the coldness that seemed to emanate from Sigrun, Tiandra decided to make light of the situation and smiled at the man who asked for their names.

"I am Tiandra Delmonte" she said cheerfully, despite their dismal situation "You may call me Tia if you wish, though I usually reserve that for my friends"

OOC: Eh, I'll go lengthen it later, I need to go do something.

"So what do you want with little old me?" Vincent asked, removing his mask half-way, to show his toothy grin.