To Con the Con-man

[Axel]

Standing in the trashed room Alden struggles to catch his breath, blood dripping from the gash in his right arm over the guard of his sword and onto the floor. Eventually he manages a weak grin towards Tio and a thumbs up from his left hand. "Nice one mate. That was close."

Glancing around at the devastation as he cleans, then stows his sword Alden ponders out loud the question at the forefront of his mind. "Where be the half elf? Did it get sucked INTO that machine, or be it hiding somewhere, or what?"

Wandering towards what remains of the twin-ring device he starts to examine the device with all his lack of magical ability. What is it made of? he wonders. How did it spin? Can I salvage bits to sell?

 

[Herobizkit]

Tio says slowly, "That... was... fan-TAS-tic!" His face bursts into a grin despite the wound on his face. "Did you see the way the monsters were all like RAWR and we were all like YARGH and then the magical sucking thing..."

Tio looked around for any sign of the half-elf. Seeing none, he continued, "Indeed, and speaking of magical things that suck, where is His Lordship? I need to put a bend in this stout crowbar and his head should do the trick."

Something was nagging him about the machine, though. The weather vane. Seems like an awful lot of trouble for a machine that can tell which way the wind blows.

 

[Megan Voss]

: Hera was knocked prone from the shock and awe of the threatre. Being blind didn't help. She thought there was only two of the creatures they were fighting. But she heard three alien voices just before the whole world went white. Black, then white. In that order.

Now she was just ignoring all the chatter ringing in her ears and trying to steady herself and her sword. Getting up was always annoying with equipment and greatswords. It didn't help she had landed in a sea of books. Smoking hot, burnt, and unappreciated; And that was just how she was feeling right now. The books were a whole other story.

"If you don't mind fellows. ...I'd like to leave this burning castle now."

 

[Zerith]

The thing was acting like a vacuumed and Alexander immediately grasped the most substance object that was near enough to his reach, a rather hearty bookshelf; regardless if he needed to or not. He did not want to find out where the mepjits had just gone, they did not seem like wherever it was.
When the thing vanished he gave a low sigh of relief and let go of the bookshelf.

Then the carless duo were acting like nothing was wrong and making jokes, and it did not help that one was at his expanse.
Alexander, still, was not amused.
He saw the arcane device Obliterate not only the mepjits but objects that were native to their own plane; this could have included the two by the machine he himself, or the entire tower they were in! and they did not seem to think a morsale of how wrong things could have gone.

Alexander was breathing shallowly for a moment and was pale, more so than normal, he still did not think the tower was safe, not because of more of the mephitis or the like, but because none of them knew how sturdy the tower was. But he was rapidly regaining his color, and then some.

Alexander looked at the two, and subtly turned his head side to side as if dismissing them, before giving him a small pice of his mind; that most would not think were that small .
“How careless and foolhardy are you two!?” he started aghast, almost dumb struck with their actions.
“We’re in a tower, of unknown stability, that has just endured and explosion of unknown origin and then a phantom of ash appears before us, and you decide to destroy an exotic object because you assume something positive will happen!” he continued with rising furor.

“What do you think just happened?!” he inquired as he started to near the two, sword still in hand and obviously still tense, eyes boiling in anger.
“You’ve just blundered into tearing a dimensional rift!” he shouted, drowning out any immediate attempt to either explain themselves or what they thought had just happened “This tower’s stability has been compromised by the earlier explosion and what do you think caused that explosion!? What do you think would have happened if things were being shot out of the rift and not a sucked in?” he roared at the duo, grinding his teeth as he leered at them “That sphere could have remained open and gained strength instead of pedaling out! There are numerous ways this could have finished with a catastrophic end unimaginably worse than merely those two things that we were dealing with!” he, not so, politely informed them as he narrowed his eyes.

“For all I know that was a portal strait to the damned infernal reams…” he trailed off as his eyes did the same and lost their intensity. He looked brifly at Hera and then sighed in agrance. “Let us find the one we came for and leave this forsaken place forth with...” He finished as his eyes briefly darted back to the two.
Alexander then briefly flinched and jerked his sword hand, gratingly he glanced at it and then sheathed it while breathing an obscenity and then shaking it once before rubbing the scratch with his other hand and then continuing the search.

 

[Axel]

Alden doesn't even bother to look up from glancing through the debris as Alexander goes off the deep end. Again. Though he does try to hide his giggles and smirk at the reference to magical things that suck. Still, his retort is measured and fairly quiet, "Least we did som'en more 'n' try't cut through sol'd air wit'a sword 'n' fancy words. Didn't see you 'chieve anyth'n much. Jealous, eh?"

Standing up, he seems more annoyed than his tone of voice first indicated. Speaking louder than before, he adds, "Stands t'reason dunnit? T'demons came from t'ring things. Break t'rings 'n' they gets banished. Din't y'ever get fairy tales as a kid?"

Hearing a rustle and feminine voice come from the edge of the room, Alden looked over to see Hera struggling to stand. "Pardon ma'am. Thought you could use yer sword as a brace fer t'windy stuff. Forgot that big trees be t'ones that fall in storms." Walking towards her, he discretely pockets a shard of the device, and offers an arm to help her stand up.

 

[Herobizkit]

"Oh, I wasn't kidding," Tio said to Alexander in a most serious tone. "While the three of US were trying to come up with some kind of way to deal with this mess, YOU were running around waving your hands in air, crying and doing nothing to help."

Tio advanced a step. "YOU are the person who should have known how to deal with this. But instead of coming up with solutions, you chose to shut up for once and leave it to us big, dumb fighters."

Another step, at arm's length. "And THEN when we actually DEAL with the situation, you whine and cry some MORE about how we didn't realize how foolhardy we are. HOW is that OUR fault, your LORDship?"

Tio spat, his ire in full force now. "You royal types are all the same. Too important to get your hands dirty and only too quick to dismiss your own folly on your supposed lessers. Just remember that a Lord with no followers is just a man... and from where I stand, YOU are not much of EITHER."

 

[Megan Voss]

: The leather-clad Paladin regained her feet with Alden's help. It was much appreciated given her circumstances. She would remember it.

"I hear no elven voices here, Good Sir."

She spoke to Alden with little volume. The others seemed distracted.

"...Please. Guide me outside and to the safety of night. To remain here is folly worthy of sin indeed. I sense no half-elf among us, only peril and smoke. Please, soldier. My cuts need good air."

Hera begged in the dark of Alden's good care. He would have to be the guiding hands of her God now. To deliver her outside from the burning wreckage and to the cool air of the night beyond. It was a small miracle they were all still alive. A miracle she was not about to waste in much-speaking. Besides... She wasn't much good at laying hold of a powerful wizard in her current state. Her quest would have to wait until she had the strength again to pursue it.

"Please brother. Let us go outside."

 

[Axel]

"Prob'ly not a bad idea," Alden says to Hera, eyeing the other two men in the room and their belligerent postures. I need to put that fragment somewhere safer than my pocket anyway... Looks like nobody noticed at least.

"Here, take my arm," he adds, suddenly remembering that she can't see anything. "There be a healer of sorts back at the pub for yer eyes. And I want to talk to th'guy that called 'isself a servant," he adds while leading the amazon downwards.

 

[Zerith]

Alexander was about to launch into a rebuttal, and then Alden said something intriguingly irritating.
By this point Alexander was already nearing the door, he turned about and glanced at Alden while holding his sword hand in his off hand and thumbing the wound their on, positively dumb stuck. Alexander blinked, twice “‘Called himself’?” Alexander said audibly, more to himself than anyone one else; he did not even consider the idea, did he get even the slightest glance at the so called servant’s ears? No, he brushed the unassuming ‘servant’ aside without a second though! Perhaps Alden was smarter than Alexander gave him credit for, about one thing at least.

“Thank you…” Alexander said to Alden with a loathingly, grindingly, twistedly antagonized tone through bared teeth; he was still none to plased!
The worst part was not that Alden noticed before he did, but because Alexander had read, several, books were the protagonist did the same exact thing and he did not even consider it.
He turned about and one could simply feal the young lord’s face twist into oh so many knots.
He, ‘calmly’ departed the room, his footfalls managed to get louder as he then started racing down the tower, as did a brief bit of frustrated yelling that was blatantly aimed at himself; the yelling, centered around the words “stupid”, “blind” and several expletives.
He managed to get it out of his system midway down.

Once out of the tower he would look about for the servant or anyone else who happened to be near by.

 

[Herobizkit]

Tio screwed up his face in amazement. He did not expect the sorcerer to just turn away.

After a brief pause, he shouted, "That's RIGHT! THINK about it!" before following the rest of the group outside.