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Post by demikara on Sept 12, 2019 18:17:35 GMT -6
"I don't need to tell you, dhampir scum." He gave more than he meant to with that. With Tyrus fully distracted by trying to unseat the horse rider, or impale him one with the sharpened staff, only Catherine would hear any of this. He was losing and he knew it. They had clearly underestimated the two fights. He wasn't going to simply give in even as she was clearly the better fighter. There was always a possibility for a lucky strike.
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Post by Circe on Sept 12, 2019 18:30:51 GMT -6
Catherine's eyes narrowed, and she resisted the urge to turn the unseelie man into a living torch right then and there. "Oh.. but you already have." She replied coldly. The fae realm should have been a safe haven, far away from Grigore's prying, but it seemed that he had managed to broker favor with Maab and her daughters. "I wasn't aware that the Unseelie dealt with vampires.. considering how desireable you are for other things these days." Catherine said, referring to the recent trend in some vampires groups of consuming fae blood.
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Post by demikara on Sept 12, 2019 19:03:53 GMT -6
"The price was right." Anyone could be paid off for the right price. He knew that and she ought to know that also. He fought back, trying to push her back at least a little bit. If he had a bit more room he could escape. He wasn't above running away.
Frustrated, Tyrus moved back, blocking an incoming move with a sword to disengage. He hated to hurt an innocent animal, but...no, he could be creative enough. The battle mage cast a sleep spell at the horse, one that would knock it instantly out cold, and keep it that way.
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Post by Circe on Sept 17, 2019 17:39:48 GMT -6
Catherine knew all too well that everyone had a price, and some were cheaper than others. Taken slightly aback by the man's response, she thought for a moment if she too had a price and what would it be. Shaking her head, uncertain she returned her attention back to where she had the scout pinned against the stone wall. "That price is what? Selling Aisling and the rest to the lowest bidder? I thought the Unseelie had more pride than that." She taunted.
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Post by demikara on Sept 17, 2019 17:47:28 GMT -6
The rider hadn't expected his horse to sleep and no matter what he did it didn't wake up. Not that Tyrus let him do much. It only took a moments inattention to the mage for him to impale the rider on his spear and send electricity through it strong enough to ensure that the fae man was dead. He pulled the spear out with a satisfying squelch. And now he had a horse. He was sure that would come in handy at some point. Maybe he should just...give it to the head of the town or something. What was he even supposed to do with a horse?
'Need back up?' She was immediately visible, so he thought to ask her as he searched the town for any possible hiding attackers.
"What do I care about Aisling? What's she done for me?" His price was paid and he gave a wicked grin. "Certainly not my own human to play with and enslave." His price had been a slave, a playtoy, of his own.
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Post by Circe on Sept 17, 2019 18:12:18 GMT -6
His answer was not one that Catherine had expected or wanted to hear. While the Seelie had had their disagreements with the humans, the two largely kept to themselves and apart; few fae ever left the realm, often content with what they had. "No." She replied bluntly to Tyrus, immediately shoving his words out of her mind quickly and effciently. "Then perhaps it's a good thing your luck runs out here." She said darkly, debating what to do with the man. Killing was unavoidable, but for now it seemed that toying with him was giving her the information she wanted.
"I'll be sure to let your mistress know there are traitors in her midst." Catherine remarked. Aisling was a paranoid and delusional individual, who was sure to be kept busy for a period trying to discover who was loyal to whom. It also meant that for a time the Unseelie court wouldn't have the energy to continue to stage more attacks into Seelie territory; they'd be too busy with the newest problem. "She's always eager to have a visit from me... after all last time she recieved new toys with which to play with." Catherine failed to mention just what those toys had been, but from the expression that briefly flashed across her face it was easy enough to figure out.
The Unseelie scout would be her ticket into their territory, if she could even get there without Tyrus being a nurse maid about the whole thing.
Reaching in, the man's mind was wide open and all she had to do was at least one set of the proverbial wiring to do what she wanted; sure she'd keep him mostly alive, but not in such a way was to be a danger to himself or anyone else.
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Post by demikara on Sept 17, 2019 18:49:35 GMT -6
The man didn't have much more information, but was thoroughly terrified even before she ripped through his mind. He didn't care about the unseelie court, but he definitely didn't actually want the court's attention for this. At all. He didn't put up much of a fight against her skills of telepathy. All she'd really get out of him was terror of actually attracting the attention of the court. It was one thing to be a mercenary in a largely lawless land. It was another to actually get the courts attention.
There were consequences for that.
Tyrus double checked the town, and pulled out one of his stones and looked through the middle of it, checking the perimeter with a scrying spell. It took him time to be satisfied enough to join Catherine. First though, he paused to walk the horse, so he could lead it over to her. Did he own a horse now?
Catherine would probably know what to do with a horse.
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