Open A little adventure

[Santhien Sel'Thya]

Santhien Sel’Thya Santhien walked with the spirit keeping pace. He then noticed that he was fully materialized. Noaru even had feet stepping on the ground. Santhien realized that Noaru must be doing this to avoid attention. He smiled and then tried to enjoy his walk. Ravok really was a beautiful city compared to the harsh desert he’s used to. ”Hey you wouldn’t happen to know a great place for a noncitizen to get some work? Santhien glanced at some passing slaves. All of which collared and in a miserable condition. His left hand gripped the hilt of his scimitar tightly in anger until it subsided and the slaves were far out of his view. That’s one thing that imperfect about this place. The slavery, he knew that not being a citizen meant that he could just as easily become a slave but the very thought that someone would do such a thing infuriated him. He let out a exasperated sigh and tried to enjoy his stroll through the docks. ”If I could I would free every slave here….” Santhien muttered this under his breath. He knew such talk was dangerous but he couldn’t help it. What’s the point of being good with a blade if he can’t use it to help those who can’t?

[Noaru]

“ A place to work huh? All I can think of is the Silver-Silver...”

Noaru had no idea where one could find ''harmless'' work--all he knew was one place which was the one he mentioned before. A sudden ting of frustration? Noaru noticed a change in Santhien; though, it was small change almost barely noticeable, he was able to notice it... the presence of disgust. The spirit decided to pry in on the situation: maybe, something interesting would come out of this, something worth while in the future?

“ Those poor slaves even if they were to be liberated from those chains, who would lead them to a better life? I certainly can't do it and if I wanted to, who would aid me?”

The sly spirit, he wanted something like that to happen! What would be better information than slaves being freed from a random stranger aided by some strange force... that force being Noaru hiding with the aid of invisibility~

[Santhien Sel'Thya]

Santhien Sel’Thya Santhien physically stiffened at the spirits words. It would be all too easy to free those slaves, but it would ultimately end in disaster. The very slaves he had just freed would be hunted down and killed if they are lucky, if not then they would suffer unspeakable torture that only Yahal can possibly imagine. ”No…We can’t at least not alone…If such a thing were to be performed we would need a safe haven for those souls and I haven’t the place nor the title of citizen to offer them the protection against the law." Santhien released another sigh in frustration. He knew this was the right thing but he felt like a coward. He tried to change the subject to something else. He didn't want to speak of it anymore because he knew that if he did his reason would be outdone by his heart. ”The silver sliver is it a tavern of some sort?”

[Noaru]

“I can grab the attention of the slave traders! I can lead them to a place where their miserable bodies will never be found and the slaves will never need to worry about slavery again as you as their leader of course.”

The spirits words were meant to tempt Santhien into committing what sin or evil his mind and soul compelled not to do but his heart would probably agree with the spirits persuasive words to some extent. Noaru levitates into the air and hovers just out of arms reach in front of Santhien with a smile that revealed many inhuman almost carnivorous teeth. This smile turned into a grin as Noaru sensed; though, small, a moment of weakness in Santhien's heart.

“ I believe you can offer them shelter beyond these stone walls is the wildlands and beyond that are the mountains in which you and the refugees can hide! Don't you want to free them or will you run away, ignoring the suffering of the weak?”

Noaru as he spoke, flowed around Santhien in a complete circle like a shark circling under the surface of the water. The spirit's true nature was probably revealed by now and one would able to see through the facade from before~

“ Yes~ I'm guessing it must be like a tavern of some sort.”

[Delos]

OOC: Don't suppose you mind if drop by here, it does say open after all. If its a problem then let me know and I'll erase it.

Delos did not get out and about in Ravok as much as he probably should have. It wasn't that he hated people or anything like that because that was not the case. It was more that in his year of living here the glances he got never changed even after he had obtained citizenship. Most people looked at the little clay man as a oddity, some slavers saw him as a potential products, and the guards regarded him with suspicion.

Life as a Pycon was not exactly easy in Ravok, too many people who rarely watched where they stepped. Living among the larger races took some getting used to but once you did thing got a little better.

Delos had opted today to walk about the docks, to observed the customs of the city more. A good scholar knew that there was only so much one could learn from books, sometimes the best way to gain knowledge was to get out and meet people. Unfortunately he was doing more observing than meeting today, ah well such was the way of things.

The Pycon found that getting around in a city like Ravok could be difficult when just four inches tall. As such he usually paid people a few silver mizas to help him get from place to place faster, the man who he had convinced to bring him here was curt and rather short with his words. Now he wandered the docks, looking for anything that might catch his attention.

A small convoy of slaves passed by, they all look quite hopeless as they trudged along. Delos shook his little head sadly, if there was anything about Ravok that could make him sad it was the rampent slavery. Fortunately for the little clay man, the first slaver that had tried to make a move on him when had first arrived had ended up getting pummeled with rocks. Not for the first time he thanked his father for teaching him reimancy.

Then little Pycon continued on his way and noted a rather unusual sight ahead, a tan skinned human conversing with some form of spirit.

Fascinating the little clay man thought as he looked at the ghost from the distance.

The Pycon had read about ghosts before but had never actually seen one, this was an oppertunity that the little scholar did not want to pass up. Quickly as he was able he approached the two individuals, looking up as he got closer.

"Excuse me sirs, I do not mean to interupt but, sir you wouldn't happen to be a ghost would you?" Delos asked politely, looking up at the spirit, his tone highly refined and his words articulate.

[Santhien Sel'Thya]

Santhien Sel’Thya oocYes this is still open and glad you could join us. Santhien tightened his grip on his blade feeling rage swell inside of him, his gaze shifting back and forth between Noaru and the slave trader. whose teeth bore an inhuman sharpness that sent a chill up Santhien's back. He glanced at the slaves again, Is this why Yahal brought him here…to free slaves and give them a new life? Santhien’s thoughts were interrupted though by young pycon. Who was apparently interested in Noaru. Santhien then decided what he would do. He leaned in closer to the spirit so that his words only reached him. ”You…have persuaded me..I will follow the slavers until they are out of sight. I will smite them in the name of Yahal…..Find me when you are done with your little friend. Santhien backed away from the spirit and smiled. Giving the little Pycon a equally friendly smile as well. ” Until another time my friend. And blessings of Yahal upon you young pycon.” Santhien walked away his steps filled with a new sense of purpose. He was going to find these slavers and bring them to justice, legally or not.

[Noaru]

“Bless your soul, Santhien.”

The spirit said with a grin, the temptation to laugh madly was becoming a bit of a problem for Noaru as he struggled to hold his laugh in completely! The spirit watched as Santhien waltz off proudly, his steps filled with conviction and a sense of purpose, this made Noaru want to follow him but there was another soul here with him... a pycon. Noaru looked down towards the clay figure; he did not know what he had laid his eyes upon, this strange thing looked more like a child's doll or something stemmed from some souls childish imagination.

“ Now what are you?”

The spirit had fixated a strong gaze upon the young pycon, it was far to small in stature which prevented him from hiding his eyes from it... dark eyes overflowing with hatred and resentment towards some unknown entity.

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[Delos]

Delos was known to get a little too excited when meeting unknown entities, this was the case currently. In his time since leaving home the young Pycon had never actually met a ghost before, though he'd much longed for the opportunity. The look of malevolence in the creature's eyes went unnoticed by the young scholar, his focus was on every other aspect of the creature.

The ghost's question had not escaped the small man of clay. He bowed slightly to the ghost, most would have found the sight rather comical.

"I must beg your pardon for the interruption, sir, however I found myself unable to hold my curiosity upon seeing you. I am called Delos, Pycon scholar. It is an honor to meet one such as yourself." The homunculus said, his words spilling from his mouth quickly, nearly all sense of self control fading at the prospect of learning more about the ghost.

Delos looked back up at the spirit in wonder, wondering how it managed to hold its form for extended periods of time.

"I hope you would not find it forward of me if I were to ask you a few questions about your current state. I have never met a ghost, only read about them." Delos asked, his tone hopeful.

[Santhien Sel'Thya]

Santhien Sel’Thya oocNoaru I will wait for you and delos finish your conversation before I post again. Santhien followed the slavers in silence. They turned off into a dark alley corner. The men smiled at each other and began to talk. Santhien inched closer from shadow to shadow in order to better hear them. He was currently behind an old crate. He remained perfectly still waiting for the most opportune moment. “so lets brand them n be dun wit it.” Said the burly man. The other a bit slimmer shook his head. “No the seller said give them over unbranded. The client apparently wants to do it himself.” The burly man scoffed. “ain’t he a sick one. Maybe we should just have our way with them right here? You know break em .” The slim one smiled and already began to undo his belt. The women Shrieked and tried vainly to back away. A little girl most likely her daughter stood in the slavers way with her chin up in defiance. The burly men smiled and reached his hand out toward her. Before it even touched her however what was a hand became a bloody stub. The man held his arm in shock and then gasped as a blade pierced his chest. Santhien pushed him off onto the ground next to his already dead friend who’s throat had been sliced. He tried to curse wordlessly but the life faded from him before he could. Santhien wiped his blade on the burly man’s tunic and bowed his head. ” May you find peace and redeem yourself in another life.” Santhien turned his attention to the girl and her mother both still holding each other in shock. He pilfered a pouch of gold mezas from the slim man and tossed it to the girl and mother. ” you haven’t been branded yet so get out of town quick. I wont be able to help you next time.” The woman nodded wordlessly and dragged her daughter out with her. The little girl stared into Santhien’s eyes until the very last moment. When they were out of sight he sighed. He covered the bodies so they wouldn’t be obvious and decided to wait for Noaru to find him.

[Noaru]

“My current state... I'm guessing you mean my spiritual form as a spirit? I see no harm in you asking, as long as the questions aren't to personal, Delos.”

The spirit turned his attention from the young pycon to Santhien who had left his sight while he was speaking with Delos. A small grin and a blank but menacing gaze developed across the spirits face; Santhien had probably done what he had suggested and committed murderer as a result, he knew that the nasty plot he had allowed to unfold was only going to get nastier and he truly was the culprit that was moving the strings of destiny!

“ Now Santhien what will you do from here, flee to the mountains and hide with the slaves or become an even greater hero and teach those formerly chained souls what it means to truly be free?”

Noaru waited patiently, as time was at his disposal, being an immortal entity. There was no reason for him to rush things that weren't to personal or stressing.

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