The infiltrating forces of the Fotian soldiers swarmed the surrounding area. Coming into a slight clashes with Vrondi forces. "Push overs.." Whispered a voice from underneath a hood. The voice was deep like a male and next to him was a slightly shorter mass underneath a cloak. "The Sol are passive.." Mentioned the voice of the woman underneath the cloak. Their conversation spelled out the situation. The Fotian soldiers invaded with the knowledge of the Sol being calm and gentle and won't put up a fight unless pushed to the edge. But some form of explanation was needed, or else they may awaken the wrath of the King of this land. The Fotian soldiers revealed papers of a wanted criminal. A bounty of 10,000 gold pieces was to be awarded to the one who took these people in. In the picture was a photo of two descendants, a man and woman, similar in age around 18-25. They were unknown thieves who took something from the Fotian Kingdom. Something of great importance to the King of Fotia, Magnix. The bar was invaded as a part of the search. People were grabbed and tables were flipped. The rowdy fire within each soldier was a testament of the Tyro blood in them, fueling them with adrenaline and the lack of action made them itch.
The bar was clean yet included some vegetation growing around its walls and windows. The energy from the plants filled the room with a free jungle vibe. However, all were silenced by the soldier's appearance. Turning the usual peace and merriment to confusion and creeping chaos. The bar owner, a Sol man. Stepped forward to the Tyros after they began to disturb his customers. "I am the owner of this bar. What is it you brutes want?" He gestured with a slight disgust of the Tyro's odor. His flowing white hair made him appear elegant, like any other pure Sol. "We have a worm to catch. Here!" The beast pushed the bounty paper in the man's hands, pushing him back some. "We are sweeping the area they may be going." The Tyro spoke with a growl. Eyeing the surrounding area underneath their metal Dragonic helmets. "I've never seen these two. But I'll place it on the wall. Haven't had a bounty in a while." Said the Sol man. "Now your job here is done. Out! all of you out or I'll get the guards involved!" He shouted, attempting to sound threatening but never losing the poetic sound of his voice. The Tyro soldiers scoffed. "We will be watching you." He turned and looked at the Bar attendants. "All of you!" He turned and headed for the door. Stepping outside yet keeping a few guards inside. In the name of keeping the peace. The bar owner let the two guards stay and went over to the wall of bounty papers on the far left side of the bar wall. There he placed the paper up right next to a certain blind wanted Lassa. Whose bounty was quite high as well.
The participants of the bar & inn were witnesses to the ongoings and have their own different reactions. However, their presence in this one location will twist their fates together. Like vines intertwining up the tree of life.
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The bar was experiencing its normal calm affairs for most of the day. Its patronage was very diverse compared to the rest of Sol. It seemed this bar was a hotspot for travelers that visited the village of Sunfire. It was a pretty clean place, but very homely at the same time. The plants and vines that grew around the place helped give its calming touch. A hushed roar could be heard through the bar as various conversations leaked out from their intended circles and mixed through the bar. That was until some Fotian soldiers came around and tried to start an uproar.
Garaten and Tamara were enjoying themselves in the fine establishment. Garaten was particularly enjoying himself. He loved the feel of the place while being able to get good drinks. It was one of his favorite places to let every stress go. He would often go and keep a good buzz while taking in the healing aura of the bar that portrayed the Sol so well. Tamara was working her way to drunkenness. The calm vibe wasn't her favorite scene. She knew how much Garaten loved it and let him enjoy it for now. It was their day off and he normally took her to more fun places later on in the day. She was pregaming in preparation for those times. She was pretty resistant to hangovers, unlike Garaten. He didn't find the release of drunkenness worth the pain the next morning, so he was always kept himself relatively sober. The interruption of the Fotian soldiers could be heard beginning outside with a couple of Sol guards. As they burst into the bar and began flipping tables, both Garaten and Tamara were feeling the same things towards them, but for different reasons.
Garaten was getting flustered that they were interrupting his quiet time. He didn't get it often and now a couple of hotheads came in thinking they could do what they want. He kept a cool head though and realized he was only angry because his relaxation was being disturbed. Any other place he wouldn't give a second thought to hotheads other than his own Tamara.
She was getting riled up because she was quick to react without thinking. It was easy to influence her emotions with the change of the mood and these guys bringing in hostility, raised some hostility in her. Instead of jumping up to face them, she also kept quiet and followed Garaten's lead. Garaten had gotten her out of trouble several times before because of their brash actions, and she didn't want to cause him any trouble today.
As the guards left Tamara turned back to Garaten. "What do you think that was about?"
Garaten had a better grasp of the situation. "It was nothing just some stupid Fotians, overreacting to some thieves. All I have to say is good on the thieves. I almost want to go help them."
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Meanwhile, Krutik and Cara were sitting farther back into the bar watching the events unfold. It was fortunate for the soldiers that they were in the back. Neither Krutik nor Cara was very fond of the Fotians for their own reasons. They were very aggressive and many supported the Therosi. He wanted all of the Therosi dead along with anyone who agreed with them. Krutik did see a good source of money coming from the Fotians though. As long as he could take advantage of them, he didn't mind having them around. These particular Fotians weren't useful to either of them though.
Tearianaris and Fotia had never really gotten along, ever. The difference in views and opinions harbored a bitterness between the two. Cara wasn't too quick to judge people, but when they already had the profile, it's really hard not to assume they match the assumptions entirely. The hotheaded Fotians were a constant annoyance to others. Cara wondered how such thoughtless people could have the technology they had. She saw them as nothing more than dumb brutes. Even Krutik seemed a little dramatic with his hatred of them, but she could overlook that since she agreed with him.
The soldiers weren't there long and didn't really bother them in the back too much. They were already hunting the two that the soldiers were searching for. It appeared the Fotians really wanted those thieves back. They ignored the dimwits as they posted their sign and left.
"It looks like the calvary finally caught up with us. These thieves must have stolen something valuable. Do you have any idea what it is?"
"If they're the calvary, doesn't that make us their dogs? No. I don't know what they stole, but money tends to buy power and if we get our hands on that, we may be able to get much more than just a couple thousand gold."
"Haha, so you're finally going to turn against them? I'm proud of you Kru, I thought you would have killed those two as well."
"We don't need more attention drawn to us than we already have, and that's only if these thieves are useful enough to us. We probably should keep an eye out for these soldiers. We've been here a few days already and we lost their tracks here. They obviously don't have any more clues than we do, but now numbers help with an area search, we'll just have to steal the thieves if they find them."
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"Eden, wake up." small claws pushed against his horns. "Eden... Come on, Wake up." A relatively futile attempt at waking the sleeping man, that is until he rolled over and fluttered his eyes awake as he flashed her a grin and patted her head with a two fingers. She was a bit upset at the patronizing action, still treating her as a pet after all these years, or at least knowing that this irritates her to no end so he does it anyways to her. That was the way he was, teasing her and pressing her buttons just to smile back with that cocksure grin. The low guttural growls and quick spouts of flames to singe his fingers was what their ritual normally earned him, to which why should today be any different?
"Good morning Eve to you too Eve." He yawned, rubbing his warmed fingers before letting the fairy dragon clamber onto of his palm and scramble her way up his arm as he stretched at the edge of the bed. Beside him some Vrondi girl still sleeping off the night, as he arose to greet the new day, planning to walk out on to the balcony's ledge and climbing the vines to the rooftop to catch some of that Vrondi sunlight. To which his draconic companion on his shoulder had to remind him he was still without a scrap of clothing, and he should not go out in public without them being royalty and all. This would have been disregarded if it were not for her increasing protests and attempts to tug on his horns as if to guide him back to collect his discarded articles of clothing from around the room. "Not so loud Eve. She's still sleeping you know. You know how much we tuckered her out last night..." Eve hissed in reply, commenting that she took no part in it, only to be nailed with a one-liner which escaped his lips. "Well, you sure didn't leave the room either."
If a dragon could blush, and if Eve was not a red dragon to begin with, she would certainly be turning red at the last remark her companion made while fasting his kilt around his waist and reaching for his shoulder piece. Well it was true that she was there during the whole time he was with her, it was not her fault that they merely laughed at her request for a room of her own. So of course she had to be there, for the entire night, watching Eden and his latest pick-up from the bar downstairs enjoying themselves and each other. Not that she was watching, or maybe not that she would ever admit to it, but Eve was a bit possessive of Eden. Yet, it was not like this Vrondi girl was the first girl Eden had charmed much to Eve's displeasure. Regardless, embarrassment was quickly replaced with annoyance once again as Eve refused to leave Eden's shoulder as he was beginning to strap him brassard over it.
"Fine be that way," Eden feigned a sigh as he set the armor aside on the nightstand, "At least she thought you were cute. Besides, the Bartender did tell me to try some of the local flavours..." Eve said something of an outcry but Eden paid her comment no mind as he began to climb the vines outside now. Something had caught his attention however half-way through the climb, as small group of Fotian soldiers seemed to be march into the bar. Well not march but walk, four was hardly a decent amount for marching, and either Eden had been naughty enough to require some baby-sitting soldiers to accompany him in Vrondi, or there was something exciting about to happen. So he climbed back down and opted to stand in the doorway of his room, watching from above the happenings of this little drama which would unfold itself.
So they came here to search for some wanted person then? Odd, a long away to send forces here without notice to Eden who they knew was visiting Vrondi, or at least should know given his status of being one of the A-list of Fotia. Maybe it was time to remind them who they still served no? To cause such a ruckus to all these people and leave was generally impolite, especially if you were just a common solider without royal blood. Certainly he was planning on doing just that himself, if not in a smaller manner by leaving the girl he had awoke up with, well the girl who was not Eve, because if it was one girl Eden remained faithful to it was the dragoness currently pouting on his shoulder at the actions of the soldiers and making Fotia look bad.
"By Order of the Fotian Army, and House Niscent-Hanoxx, you are not to leave this establishment until you have personally apologized to everyone for causing this disturbance, and buy everyone a round of drinks." Eden announced, pointing a commanding finger at the leaving soldiers. He was unsure of what this would do, and how they would react, although they should have some idea of who he was, possibly, maybe? Either way, this bold move certainly would have quieted the atmosphere a bit, and Eve was already curling up around her friend's neck as he was quite regally lording over entire bar from the floor above. It was good to be royal-born, and Eve had no complaints about him currently attempting to impose his authority over some trouble-causing men. It did make for good public reception for Eden, and she was more than happen to allow him to not completely make himself into a royal playboy.
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Everything had been just fine; another almost near-perfect day in Sunfire- the atmosphere within the bar was as it always was; friendly and welcoming. The gentle crackling of flames coming from the fireplace somewhere behind her filling the room with a soft warmth, and the sweet glow of light streaming down from the sun before filtering in through the windows only helping to add to the ever relaxed nature enjoyed by the patrons whom sat comfortably within... that was until the Fotian soldiers decided to enter the bar. Everything had gone quiet- utterly silent apart from the sound of someone shifting uncomfortably within their seat every so often as the conversation continued on between the owner and the soldier that seemed to be in charge- all this ruckus for a couple of thieves; whatever they stole, it must have been really important, especially if they had gone to the lengths of issuing a manhunt right through to Vrondi in hopes of finding the culprits.
At the sound of another and quite commanding voice filling the bar from somewhere above them all, Astrea tore her gaze away from the soldiers, and instead allowed her strikingly beautiful bronze-colored eyes to fall upon the figure of a man standing high above the rest, her soft pink lips parting slightly from one another as she took but a brief moment to look him over- he... was one of them..? But it was more than that; he was a part of the royal house of Niscent-Hanoxx... never before had she seen one of the royals up close before...
“..so you were needing six barrels along with the rest of the list, got it; was there anything else I can ge-... Astrea..? Protogonos to Astrea..?”
“H-Huh..?” Pulled back to the present as the sound of a familiar voice called her name, Astrea quickly turned back to face the bar, a confused look flickering across her features until finally, she remembered the reason that she had come to the bar in the first place- her master wanted to host yet another one of his parties for the other nobles who called Vrondi their home; the only issue with that being, they had run out of alcohol just a couple days passed, and their regular supply was yet to arrive, “Uhm; no... I think that’s everything for now... but if I think of anything else, or something is needed later on; I’ll be sure to let you know as soon as possible.”
“Haha, alright then. Well, if that’s the case, and I’ve got everything you need- why don’t you rest those pretty little wings of yours and have a drink..? Apparently, they’re on the men who’d rather fight then make merry.”
Stooping her head down slightly as a small smile played over her lips, she shifted slightly over the place where she was stood, her hands slipping down from the counter-top to come together in front of her body as her large wings gently fluttered behind her, the action causing a single feather to slip from its place before lightly floating down to rest upon the ground by her bare feet; her head slowly shaking from side to side in answer to his request, “As much as I would love to stay and have a drink with you, Rhione... you know that I can’t. Apologies... but I have to return to master’s side- he is waiting for me.”
“Nawwe... come on... One drink- it’s not going to kill you; and if he gets angry, just tell him about the trouble that came in here today, only... exaggerate it a little bit.”
Unable to help the sweet melodic chuckle that fell out through her lips, she let her attention flick up to once more meet with his gaze, holding it for a few moments before finally, she huffed out a sigh of defeat, her eyes closing as she nodded her head to let him know that she was agreeing, “Alright... but only one, okay- anymore than that, and I won’t be able to get permission to leave for the next month or so...”
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The bounty papers were set up neatly. The picture of the mixed-blooded Lassa sat next to the photos of the newly wanted thieves. As it appeared the Lassa had a higher bounty but for a new bounty these thieves combined 20,000 gold pieces. A new record for a couple of thieves. It was the bartender who finished the final hammering nail before the words of a Royal graced the ears of the patrons. "By Order of the Fotian Army, and House Niscent-Hanoxx, you are not to leave this establishment until you have personally apologized to everyone for causing this disturbance, and buy everyone a round of drinks." Was spoken and heard. The bartender turned with a ghastly look on his face. He did NOT want his most welcomed guest to be disturbed, it was terrible for business. As such he got a bottle of the best wine, made from the fruits of golden apples guarded by mythic dragons, and rushed over to Eden. "Oh please, sir do not mind! It is no problem! Please enjoy this on the house! With a reasonable tip..." He exclaimed. Almost bowing with his humble facade.
But despite how Eden reacted the brute of a guard turned. His eye veins are visible with the widening as if he was in a severe anger shock, his body fueled with rushing adrenaline. He heaves a heavy breathe through his nostrils like a bull. Slight smoke emitted from underneath his helm from his fuming anger. "E-Eden.." He muttered. He was quite angry at the gesture but knew his ranking. Despite this, he knew the Fotian armada, no matter how royal, were warriors who loved to fight. He had to scratch his itch to battle, being bested by one of the best did water his mouth. So he pointed a finger to Eden in a combative stance. "You're King has ordered we search for thieves without mercy. They are to be found alive and given to him immediately!!" He realized that Eden must not have heard of this through his time whoring away his inherited funds. "Y-you didn't hear of this yet have you?" He chuckled. "Even one kept in such high regard knows nothing, such a pity."
The patrons of the bar watched as things unfolded with a drink in their hands. Some even hoped there would be a show. For that guard to be taught a good lesson. The bar owner turned to the guard with tears in his eyes. "How many times must I tell you to leave brute!" The guard responded quickly. "Quiet worm. This is between true warriors." He growled. He looked at Eden, trying to catch his eye and watch as his pupils slit to that of a Dragon's. A testament of a Descendant's fury. "I'll spend my entire month's earnings on drinks if you beat me in a contest. No armor, all brawn." The patrons looked at Eden for his response. A show? OR will it be beneath the man of royal blood to step down and get dirty so to speak.
As the commotion went on the two hooded figures entered the bar. They attempted to remain incognito and low-key, eyeing the members of this bar for any that looked strong and hungry for battle. The golden eyes of one of them settled on an armored Oro and his companion, who obviously were high in standards. They took a seat and ordered drinks from the waitresses. Who were of sol and some seraphim blood. The Bar owner liked to keep things beautiful, for it was good for business. The bar owner's waitress found a Seraphim Sol which looked like would make for a good employee. Slipping Astrea a note she returned to her duties. Whether Astrea noticed or not it was a note from Mirror, the sign being a blue feather kept inside. Written within it is explained the details of how to talk to him through leaving a note with one of the waitresses here. He asked only one question. "Are you a healer of all?" and much like the notes of school children, it had the boxes marked for yes or no, for her to answer in any way she chose.