Xyon fought back his instinctive reaction to seeing the knives, and instead raised his hands, slowly, to show himself unarmed. Inohen slid out of her scabbard an unnoticable amount, for ease of draw should anything go wrong.
The knives were removed, and Xyon let out a heavy sigh. Killing children didn't sit well sith him, and he was relieved it wasn't going to come to it. Inohen slid back downwards, as the glow from Xyon's eyes reflected in all present.
Not knowing what to say or do, Xyon looked at Kreilla, who had jumped to his side to stop the people here from gutting him, hoping that she did. He noticed she seemed immesurably more calm here than on the streets of Marn, and wondered at that.
A break for the hunted
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The three stayed on edge, unsure of this stranger in their midst. They knew Kreilla had been long trusted by tose who stayed here in the past, many of which had moved on to become full-fledged criminals of various natures, professions of which they were meerly playing at. They also knew she hadn't joined those who moved on and didn't understand why.
Dillon was the leader between the three, and he sat back down at the table and picked his card hand back up, though he didn't look down at them. "You're stupid for showing him this place; how well do you know this one? He with that dirty Dwarf?"
Kreilla's face instantly beamed red, an anger deep within her radiating through her like a lantern. "Don't you dare start talking trash, Dillon. My mama might have worked in the brothel, but at least mine was working! Yours was just a..."
He interupted her with a yell of anger, throwing the cards dow on the table again. The other two were quick to jump up and in the way, pushing the boy back. "Screw you and yer Dwarves. I'm out." He came up to Xyon and stated, "Move."
Dillon was the leader between the three, and he sat back down at the table and picked his card hand back up, though he didn't look down at them. "You're stupid for showing him this place; how well do you know this one? He with that dirty Dwarf?"
Kreilla's face instantly beamed red, an anger deep within her radiating through her like a lantern. "Don't you dare start talking trash, Dillon. My mama might have worked in the brothel, but at least mine was working! Yours was just a..."
He interupted her with a yell of anger, throwing the cards dow on the table again. The other two were quick to jump up and in the way, pushing the boy back. "Screw you and yer Dwarves. I'm out." He came up to Xyon and stated, "Move."
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Xyon stood, slightly bewildered by this turn of events. Kreilla's face had turned a vibrant red, and he wasn't sure how things were going to turn out.
As the boy stood before him, demanding that he move, Xyon sent a small series of thoughts down his own spinal column.
The guy had several scars upon his face and arms, some old and white, others quite fresh and looked quite painful. He knelt, arm outstretched, and focused on them, feeling the boy's struggling in his grip.
Pouring energy into the freshest sword wound on the boy's arm, he watched in satisfaction as the thin scar began to close up, slowly, and from the look in the child's eyes, the pain was gone from it as well.
Thus he remained for several minutes, healing all that he could, until he stood finished, and let out a relieved laugh. The tension in the room appeared to have dropped somewhat, and he felt much more relaxed in the presence of these people.
Nevertheless, he knew what pursued him. The walls of Marn would not stop them for long. His mere presence here had already put these children at unacceptable risk. He turned to Kreilla, eyes the deepest purple they had ever been, and spoke softly,
"I cannot remain here."
As the boy stood before him, demanding that he move, Xyon sent a small series of thoughts down his own spinal column.
The guy had several scars upon his face and arms, some old and white, others quite fresh and looked quite painful. He knelt, arm outstretched, and focused on them, feeling the boy's struggling in his grip.
Pouring energy into the freshest sword wound on the boy's arm, he watched in satisfaction as the thin scar began to close up, slowly, and from the look in the child's eyes, the pain was gone from it as well.
Thus he remained for several minutes, healing all that he could, until he stood finished, and let out a relieved laugh. The tension in the room appeared to have dropped somewhat, and he felt much more relaxed in the presence of these people.
Nevertheless, he knew what pursued him. The walls of Marn would not stop them for long. His mere presence here had already put these children at unacceptable risk. He turned to Kreilla, eyes the deepest purple they had ever been, and spoke softly,
"I cannot remain here."
I have to jump.
For even if I fall, for a moment, I will fly.
For even if I fall, for a moment, I will fly.
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Kreilla stood back, watchign Xyon. All he had done thus far, she had observed without much thought. Her own mother had used small magic as he did, much without thought, as natural as eating. She had been able to tap into a small peice of her mother's magic, but it was not an easy thing for her, and it was small, not... not like this. A sliver of fear entered her being. What was this stranger capable of? But though he had shown himself to be violent, he had not been so towards her, and she had first come aross him helping a fellow... hadn't she?
"Aye, I think you may be right. But..." she sighed, not satisfied with the answer. "Do you anways have these troubles?" She thought out the city, how the guards might be looking for him. "I still think it would be best to stay low for at least a while before trying to make a move."
"Aye, I think you may be right. But..." she sighed, not satisfied with the answer. "Do you anways have these troubles?" She thought out the city, how the guards might be looking for him. "I still think it would be best to stay low for at least a while before trying to make a move."
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"It is not the guards of Marn I fear." Xyon replied, voice low and calm. "I am pursued by things far, far worse than those that would punish me for my crime."
"I would prefer not to speak of such things, in present company" Xyon continued, subtly gesturing towards the children, "but, if you must know of them, I will tell you."
It had been a very long time since Xyon had told anyone anything about his true past. He had so carefully painted it over with subtly crafted lies and subversive deflections. Now... now he was tired of it. He could run from his past no better than he could run from the fallens that were pursuing him.
He sighed, softly. "Might there be someplace here I can get a drink?"
"I would prefer not to speak of such things, in present company" Xyon continued, subtly gesturing towards the children, "but, if you must know of them, I will tell you."
It had been a very long time since Xyon had told anyone anything about his true past. He had so carefully painted it over with subtly crafted lies and subversive deflections. Now... now he was tired of it. He could run from his past no better than he could run from the fallens that were pursuing him.
He sighed, softly. "Might there be someplace here I can get a drink?"
I have to jump.
For even if I fall, for a moment, I will fly.
For even if I fall, for a moment, I will fly.
"Um, sure... we ought to have some stashed..." SHe led him through the closed door up a flight of stairs, to a landing with two doors. One was a normal door, wooden and locked. The second appeared to be a normal door for a moment, but then he realized that it was meerly painted onto the stone. Nevertheless, Kreilla turned towards it and stepped through the stone.
The room she entered was a simple storage room, the only thing making it special is the fact that it exited in a slight tear in the fabric of space. Only someone who knows of its existance could even try to enter it at all--to everyone else, all they felt was cold stone. They had painted the door both as a joke and as a marker--enough people had slammed face-first into the stone surrounding the doorway to warrent some sort of marking. The storage room was about twice the size of the room below, and an excellent hiding space, except that the air had a strange quality in the room, making it uncomfortable after about an hour or so. Still, it was most useful to the group.
The contents were both in locked chests and laid about everywhere--little organization was done here. Kreilla went to a short bookshelf that marked one wall--the walls were simply darkness, not stone or any discernable difference, exept that one couldn't move past them. Even Xyon's light from his eyes would not penetrate that darkness, nor find a definate point between wall and air. The bookshelf had a series of ranom bottles on it, along with other things, and she picked up one and tossed it to Xyon. It was golden in color, but unmarked. "Try that one. Have a seat; we can talk in here for a bit." There weren't any chairs, but a chest made just as good a seat, and Kreilla proved by removing a box from on top of one and planting herself on the chest, cross-legged. She took a bottle herself, opening it experimentally and sniffing it.
"What could be worse than the guards?"
The room she entered was a simple storage room, the only thing making it special is the fact that it exited in a slight tear in the fabric of space. Only someone who knows of its existance could even try to enter it at all--to everyone else, all they felt was cold stone. They had painted the door both as a joke and as a marker--enough people had slammed face-first into the stone surrounding the doorway to warrent some sort of marking. The storage room was about twice the size of the room below, and an excellent hiding space, except that the air had a strange quality in the room, making it uncomfortable after about an hour or so. Still, it was most useful to the group.
The contents were both in locked chests and laid about everywhere--little organization was done here. Kreilla went to a short bookshelf that marked one wall--the walls were simply darkness, not stone or any discernable difference, exept that one couldn't move past them. Even Xyon's light from his eyes would not penetrate that darkness, nor find a definate point between wall and air. The bookshelf had a series of ranom bottles on it, along with other things, and she picked up one and tossed it to Xyon. It was golden in color, but unmarked. "Try that one. Have a seat; we can talk in here for a bit." There weren't any chairs, but a chest made just as good a seat, and Kreilla proved by removing a box from on top of one and planting herself on the chest, cross-legged. She took a bottle herself, opening it experimentally and sniffing it.
"What could be worse than the guards?"
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Xyon stared in disbelief as the dwarf vanished through solid stone. Scrutinising the painted doorway, Xyon could see only solid rock behind it. He surmised that there must be a room here, with some elaborate magical security device in place.
Thus, he stepped through the door and felt a cool tingle as he passed through it, into the room. Although to describe it a room would be a little too generous, he felt, as he gawped around at it. There were no walls his sensitive eyes could make out, merely darkness that seemed to stretch out to infinity.
Xyon caught the bottle Kreilla threw him, and glanced at it, looking for a label but not seeing any. He sat as he was bidden, and popped the bottle open. Taking a swig, his thirst was immediatley quenched.
The golden liquid flowed smoothly into his mouth and down his throat, a pleasant sweetness to it but with an edge of bitterness to send it well on it's way down. He sighed as he removed the bottle from his lips and put the lid back on, setting it down on the floor beside him.
Formulating a vast series of thoughts and loose, free-connected images into his brain, Xyon recounted his experiences in the war, and the Calhoun guard. After a while, he paused, and took a swig of his drink.
"You see, the main difference between a Xenetian, like myself, and a fallen Xenetian, is the difference in sense of honour. Xenetians follow strict codes of honour, valliance, courage and duty. Wheras the fallens seem to follow a code which is the complete opposite of this.
"You can imagine then, why we fought each other. The war lasted years, decades, even.
"We lost.
"I am perhaps the only Xenetian left in Pal Tahrenor. The fallens have shifted the balance.
"But this is not enough to stop their hunt. They seek to rid this planet of all Xenetian life, and assert their own codes upon the city of Calhoun, and the other towns and villages in the Xenex area.
"Which is why they hunt me. As I was on my way to Marn, a journey which lasted several years, since I spent most of it going in circles, a party of about a hundred of them left Calhoun, chasing and hunting down our group of ten, believing us to be the last of our kind.
"Our first encounter cost us eight men. They ambushed us, and swarmed our camp as we slept. My friend and I were lucky to escape.
"Where he is now I don't know. Fallens took him, so he's likely dead. Or worse."
Xyon paused, and drank more. He was unaccustomed to speaking at length like this, and his mouth was quite dry by now. Besides, Kreilla looked like she might want to say something.
Thus, he stepped through the door and felt a cool tingle as he passed through it, into the room. Although to describe it a room would be a little too generous, he felt, as he gawped around at it. There were no walls his sensitive eyes could make out, merely darkness that seemed to stretch out to infinity.
Xyon caught the bottle Kreilla threw him, and glanced at it, looking for a label but not seeing any. He sat as he was bidden, and popped the bottle open. Taking a swig, his thirst was immediatley quenched.
The golden liquid flowed smoothly into his mouth and down his throat, a pleasant sweetness to it but with an edge of bitterness to send it well on it's way down. He sighed as he removed the bottle from his lips and put the lid back on, setting it down on the floor beside him.
Are you really going to answer that, you fool?, the voice in the back of his mind demanded. You know where these conversations always lead. it declared, with an air of disbelief at what the rest of Xyon's mind was doing.Kreilla wrote:"What could be worse than the guards?"
Formulating a vast series of thoughts and loose, free-connected images into his brain, Xyon recounted his experiences in the war, and the Calhoun guard. After a while, he paused, and took a swig of his drink.
"You see, the main difference between a Xenetian, like myself, and a fallen Xenetian, is the difference in sense of honour. Xenetians follow strict codes of honour, valliance, courage and duty. Wheras the fallens seem to follow a code which is the complete opposite of this.
"You can imagine then, why we fought each other. The war lasted years, decades, even.
"We lost.
"I am perhaps the only Xenetian left in Pal Tahrenor. The fallens have shifted the balance.
"But this is not enough to stop their hunt. They seek to rid this planet of all Xenetian life, and assert their own codes upon the city of Calhoun, and the other towns and villages in the Xenex area.
"Which is why they hunt me. As I was on my way to Marn, a journey which lasted several years, since I spent most of it going in circles, a party of about a hundred of them left Calhoun, chasing and hunting down our group of ten, believing us to be the last of our kind.
"Our first encounter cost us eight men. They ambushed us, and swarmed our camp as we slept. My friend and I were lucky to escape.
"Where he is now I don't know. Fallens took him, so he's likely dead. Or worse."
Xyon paused, and drank more. He was unaccustomed to speaking at length like this, and his mouth was quite dry by now. Besides, Kreilla looked like she might want to say something.
I have to jump.
For even if I fall, for a moment, I will fly.
For even if I fall, for a moment, I will fly.
Kreilla did want to say something, anything, to somehow comfort this strange man, to find out answers... but what to say? She sat helplessly for a moment, her eyes meeting Xyon's.
"Where did this last part happen? Are you going to try to find out for sure if your friend is dead? Are you going to just keep running forever, or do you plan on facing them somehow?" Once she started, the questions started to flood out.
"What are you going to do? WIll they seriously just keep chasing you, even though you're away from your homeland, and not a threat to them?"
Kreilla wondered why she was so curious, with such a feeling of desperation and fear in her being. She wasn't anyone special, afterall--just a half-breed girl whom nobody ever really cared for. Why throw her lot in with a marked-for-dead stranger, one with violent tendancies and a distinct lack of respect for danger? Why not? Well, she did prefer to live, afterall, and her life wasn't so bad... but nor was it good, and perhaps she might find a way to help this one, if even just to see him safely out of the city.
"How can I help you?"
"Where did this last part happen? Are you going to try to find out for sure if your friend is dead? Are you going to just keep running forever, or do you plan on facing them somehow?" Once she started, the questions started to flood out.
"What are you going to do? WIll they seriously just keep chasing you, even though you're away from your homeland, and not a threat to them?"
Kreilla wondered why she was so curious, with such a feeling of desperation and fear in her being. She wasn't anyone special, afterall--just a half-breed girl whom nobody ever really cared for. Why throw her lot in with a marked-for-dead stranger, one with violent tendancies and a distinct lack of respect for danger? Why not? Well, she did prefer to live, afterall, and her life wasn't so bad... but nor was it good, and perhaps she might find a way to help this one, if even just to see him safely out of the city.
"How can I help you?"
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Xyon sighed softly, and took Kreilla's hands in his own. When he spoke, it was with a subtle firmness that announced that this was the way things would be.
"Kreilla. You have already done more than enough, and I can ask no more from you.
"I intended to face them, years ago. But each time, I was not ready to face them. They have chased me for many years now, over all kinds of natural and man-made obstacles, and they have kept going. They believe me to be the last of my kind, and want rid of me. They will be here soon, and it will not take them long to find me. Once they do, however, this time, I will be ready.
"They shall taste the cold steel of Inohen long before they taste my flesh again! For now, though, I must content myself with waiting. But I would prefer not to remain in the company of children, for their own safety. Nigh on everyone who interacts with me at the moment is putting themselves in danger, a fact you yourself would never have realised until far too late. As it is now.
"But they cannot track you as they can me. I must find safe lodging, away from the guards and crowds, where I can think, and prepare myself better for their arrival. I know not how far behind me they were when I entered Marn, but it was not more than a few weeks, at best.
"I would not ask you to come with me, Kreilla... although a little company might be a good thing, I must not let my loneliness interfere with your safety. You are welcome to join me, but there is no obligation for you to. Here, take this as a token of my gratitude for your help thus far."
Xyon reached into his coin purse and removed twenty Bishani, which he gave to Kreilla. He reached for another swig of his drink, and tried not to think about fallens again.
"Kreilla. You have already done more than enough, and I can ask no more from you.
"I intended to face them, years ago. But each time, I was not ready to face them. They have chased me for many years now, over all kinds of natural and man-made obstacles, and they have kept going. They believe me to be the last of my kind, and want rid of me. They will be here soon, and it will not take them long to find me. Once they do, however, this time, I will be ready.
"They shall taste the cold steel of Inohen long before they taste my flesh again! For now, though, I must content myself with waiting. But I would prefer not to remain in the company of children, for their own safety. Nigh on everyone who interacts with me at the moment is putting themselves in danger, a fact you yourself would never have realised until far too late. As it is now.
"But they cannot track you as they can me. I must find safe lodging, away from the guards and crowds, where I can think, and prepare myself better for their arrival. I know not how far behind me they were when I entered Marn, but it was not more than a few weeks, at best.
"I would not ask you to come with me, Kreilla... although a little company might be a good thing, I must not let my loneliness interfere with your safety. You are welcome to join me, but there is no obligation for you to. Here, take this as a token of my gratitude for your help thus far."
Xyon reached into his coin purse and removed twenty Bishani, which he gave to Kreilla. He reached for another swig of his drink, and tried not to think about fallens again.
I have to jump.
For even if I fall, for a moment, I will fly.
For even if I fall, for a moment, I will fly.
Kreilla looked down at the money he had given her, and shook her head. "We can use this for lodging, but I can't accept this for any sort of repayment." Did she really say that? Yesterday she was not above turning tricks for money to eat, nor stealing or any other thing that kept her alive and reasonably happy. Not that she was proud of that. But... this was so much more, his situation so much more important than the day to day living she had been struggling through for decades.
"How about this instead? When this is over, perhaps you could teach me of the healing you did earlier? And I will do all I can to ensure we reach that point." She smiled gently, hopefully encouragingly.
"It has been a long day--in the morning, perhaps we can figure out a plan. For a safe place that is totally secret and alone... Xyon, you don't mind that I'm not exactly... the best example of moral behavior? I mean, I don't know how much you picked up on it, but I'm not exactly pure as snow..."
She was thinking hard of a place that would fit their needs. Perhaps she could go to some of her old aquaintences, those who had moved up in life, but would Xyon even go to them for help? She waited to see his answer to her own moral issues before she offered them up as a solution. They could always "borrow" places to spent the night--they'd be alone, but it'd be more dangerous as far as the guards. Spending their nights with real theives and worse, they'd stand a good chance not to be assailed by the guards, nor crowds, and no innocents would be threatened, like he felt here, though she hardly concidered these theives in training innocent. Trust would be an issue there. Guards would be looking at the inns, for sure.
"How about this instead? When this is over, perhaps you could teach me of the healing you did earlier? And I will do all I can to ensure we reach that point." She smiled gently, hopefully encouragingly.
"It has been a long day--in the morning, perhaps we can figure out a plan. For a safe place that is totally secret and alone... Xyon, you don't mind that I'm not exactly... the best example of moral behavior? I mean, I don't know how much you picked up on it, but I'm not exactly pure as snow..."
She was thinking hard of a place that would fit their needs. Perhaps she could go to some of her old aquaintences, those who had moved up in life, but would Xyon even go to them for help? She waited to see his answer to her own moral issues before she offered them up as a solution. They could always "borrow" places to spent the night--they'd be alone, but it'd be more dangerous as far as the guards. Spending their nights with real theives and worse, they'd stand a good chance not to be assailed by the guards, nor crowds, and no innocents would be threatened, like he felt here, though she hardly concidered these theives in training innocent. Trust would be an issue there. Guards would be looking at the inns, for sure.
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Xyon returned the money to his purse, and sighed. He removed his tobacco again, and proceeded to make a smoke. His hands were shaking slightly, a sign perhaps of too many bad memories resurfacing, and so the process took a little longer than it otherwise ought to.
Nevertheless, he persisted, and lit up in a very relaxed manner, blowing the smoke from his mouth and nose almost lazily. He winced as he inhaled, reminders of his fight with the troll a little earlier. Reacting almost automatically, Xyon blocked out a vast proportion of this with a certain degree of mental effort, useful for persistant pains.
As he smoked, he thought to himself. He didn't know anyone in Marn, or even Thar Shaddin at all. Kreilla had perhaps been here some time, and may ba able to help him. If he could repay her somehow, then he would take the offer...
"Maybe. I'm not sure. I don't actually know much about it myself. It was a given trait, rather than a taught skill. Anyone could do it, I presume, and it's not actually magic. That's all I know about it thus far.
"As for your morality... it hasn't bothered me thus far. I know my own code, and if you were to do something that I strongly disagreed with, I would intervene. Mind, I did just cause a troll some serious discomfort by slicing him in half. He'll be fine, I guess.
"It has been a long day, and given that I've only had a few hours sleep, I'm still running on yesterday. I trust your judgement of safe places here, I've no idea as to the layout of this place. I will leave it up to you where we go, and to lay low for a while, out of the way of the guards."
Xyon stubbed the cigarette out and flicked it. It hit the wall.
And carried on.
Nevertheless, he persisted, and lit up in a very relaxed manner, blowing the smoke from his mouth and nose almost lazily. He winced as he inhaled, reminders of his fight with the troll a little earlier. Reacting almost automatically, Xyon blocked out a vast proportion of this with a certain degree of mental effort, useful for persistant pains.
As he smoked, he thought to himself. He didn't know anyone in Marn, or even Thar Shaddin at all. Kreilla had perhaps been here some time, and may ba able to help him. If he could repay her somehow, then he would take the offer...
Perhaps he could, although to do that he'd need to know a little more about it himself...Kreilla wrote:How about this instead? When this is over, perhaps you could teach me of the healing you did earlier?
"Maybe. I'm not sure. I don't actually know much about it myself. It was a given trait, rather than a taught skill. Anyone could do it, I presume, and it's not actually magic. That's all I know about it thus far.
"As for your morality... it hasn't bothered me thus far. I know my own code, and if you were to do something that I strongly disagreed with, I would intervene. Mind, I did just cause a troll some serious discomfort by slicing him in half. He'll be fine, I guess.
"It has been a long day, and given that I've only had a few hours sleep, I'm still running on yesterday. I trust your judgement of safe places here, I've no idea as to the layout of this place. I will leave it up to you where we go, and to lay low for a while, out of the way of the guards."
Xyon stubbed the cigarette out and flicked it. It hit the wall.
And carried on.
I have to jump.
For even if I fall, for a moment, I will fly.
For even if I fall, for a moment, I will fly.
Kreilla nodded, concidering their options. "Perhaps the safest place would be with one of my old friends, Morrok. He's retired out of the business, and isn't looking for trouble, but trouble rarely finds him, if you know what I mean. He might help us for more than just one night, though probably not too long, at all."
Sighing, she nodded to herself. "He ought to help me out. It has been awhile, though." She watched him flick the cigarette in the corner of her eye, taking it as a sign that he was ready to go. It disappeare into the nothignness that was around them, snuffing itself out as soon as it hit the invisible wall.
OOC: Sorry for the long absense--Christmas this year was busier than usual, unexpectedly so. Um, do we need to move the thread to the other district?
Sighing, she nodded to herself. "He ought to help me out. It has been awhile, though." She watched him flick the cigarette in the corner of her eye, taking it as a sign that he was ready to go. It disappeare into the nothignness that was around them, snuffing itself out as soon as it hit the invisible wall.
OOC: Sorry for the long absense--Christmas this year was busier than usual, unexpectedly so. Um, do we need to move the thread to the other district?
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Xyon stood, stretching out muscles that hadn't moved in too long, which complained. Inwardly, he told them to shut up.
"Very well. I will trust your judgement in this. I need a shower, and a bed for the night."
((OOC: Yeah, it's been fairly hectic for me as well. If this guy lives in the residential district, we should move there))
"Very well. I will trust your judgement in this. I need a shower, and a bed for the night."
((OOC: Yeah, it's been fairly hectic for me as well. If this guy lives in the residential district, we should move there))
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Blinking in the harsh light of 5 am, Xyon looked around in the morning's mist. Nobody seemed to be here, but that could change fairly quickly. They'd have to move fast.
Motioning to Kreilla, they ducked into a side alley as Xyon's eyes lit up the mist around him, creating a purple glow in the encompassing cloud of water vapour. Footsteps broke the silence as Xyon's boots hit the floor as quietly as possible, which is still fairly loudly if you weigh as much as Xyon did.
A light ahead, and a shout, caused them to stop dead, as xyon fought for control of his own eyes. Mental battles raged as, externally, the purple glow faded to almost nothing. It wouldn't last long, but it was better than announcing their position.
He turned to Kreilla, beads of sweat on his face as he struggled to maintain control of is own organs, and whispered softly,
"Which way?"
Motioning to Kreilla, they ducked into a side alley as Xyon's eyes lit up the mist around him, creating a purple glow in the encompassing cloud of water vapour. Footsteps broke the silence as Xyon's boots hit the floor as quietly as possible, which is still fairly loudly if you weigh as much as Xyon did.
A light ahead, and a shout, caused them to stop dead, as xyon fought for control of his own eyes. Mental battles raged as, externally, the purple glow faded to almost nothing. It wouldn't last long, but it was better than announcing their position.
He turned to Kreilla, beads of sweat on his face as he struggled to maintain control of is own organs, and whispered softly,
"Which way?"