A little over three tendays had passed since the Nautiloid had crashed on the beach and in that time Yanis had managed to travel with others for the first time in over ten years. He had found friends and he could say in confidence that if anything happened to them he would kill for them, a sentiment he forgot he could have.
Who would have thought all it took was letting others in to find some semblance of peace? Even with the long journey ahead, Yanis was the happiest he'd been in years.
Of course, there had been a few hiccups along the way. Having his life almost taken by Lae'zel when he had come down with a fever for one, multiple misunderstandings at the Druid grove, there were so many close calls to count. However, one still haunted him. Astarion killing him. The vampire had been skulking around camp one night and attempted to bite Yanis while he slept. Memories of his childhood flooded back to him.
The day the Frostvale Kingdom fell into the hands of the occult. His home, his family, his parents. Everyone and everything he loved was taken by force.
Werewolves and their kin. The undead their charges. Vampires and their spawn.
Together they massacred and turned anyone and everyone in sight. The rogue will never forget what happened that storming night. The way the wind hit his cold wet skin, the way the innocent screamed and cried. All of it, all of it, was ingrained in his mind.
Yanis had almost staked Astarion in response but something had stopped him. At first, he was quick to blame it on the tadpoles, chalking it up to the vile wriggling creature’s influence. But now? Now, he realized that it was more than that. He saw an old friend in Astarion and he knew better than to judge without reason.
And so, he put more of his trust into the vampire only for it to backfire completely.
He offered the man a bite and in turn, the elf drained the half-elf dry, killing him. After being revived Yanis spoke with the other, he’d been angry and upset with what happened. He remembers the way his large fist collided with Astarion’s face, the angry words that left his mouth as he stormed off to take some space from the vampire, from everyone.
Yanis shuddered at the memory and pulled his focus elsewhere. He looked around their campsite and smiled softly. While the Shadowcursed lands were dangerous there was a certain kind of beauty to the atmosphere as well. It was shrouded in mystery and the rogue would have been lying if he said that he wasn’t curious about what was going on.
The group of adventurers had decided to take a day to relax and rest up. Yanis was getting bored of doing nothing and he figured sitting closer to where the others were may help him think of something to do.
With a small grunt, the half-elf got to his feet and made his way over to a small table that he’d set up and took a seat. A soft Golden eye found itself looking at Astarion’s tent and the feeling of loneliness crept over Yanis. He liked the conversations and memories that they had made in their small group of misfits.
Yanis sat there for as long as he could before he felt boredom start to start to sink in. Today was their day off and yet he was dying of boredom. “Ugh…I wish there was something to do.” He grumbled, starting to grow antsy.
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It's been years since Damian had last been to Gotham. He had matured since and he had changed a whole lot, both in personality and appearance, but his feelings towards the place and its residents were the same as he left them, except right now, he didn't mind the colder air, after years in the desert. He missed his friends and siblings, though he still held anger towards his father for how they parted ways. He wondered if the man ever even bothered to look for him.
But tonight wasn't the night for dealing with him. He decided he would see his friends and siblings first, after all, he did only leave them with notes that explained his absence.
He was going around, looking for a specific friend he hadn't seen in a long time. He was wondering how she was doing and whether or not he was gonna get a kick in the balls for up and leaving like that. He had to admit that it would have been better to have come to her personally and then deciding what to do next, but that couldn't be changed now.
He stopped on a rooftop, taking a short rest. The bats wouldn't come for him for a while. His new costume and matured appearance were enough for them not to recognize him.
Knowing it wasn't any of them, he didn't panic too much when he heard footsteps on the roof behind him, instead just simply turning around to see who he was dealing with.
Raditz stood quite still for a good long while, deep breaths filling the saiyan’s chest over and over as he tried desperately to understand just how exactly he had come to be here. His hands felt over his chest as he swallowed back a lump in his throat, looking around at the landscape which surrounded him. Last thing he remembered was that damn blast; the pain, the breathlessness, the foul taste of blood and bile coating his tongue as he fought desperately, and ultimately in vain, to remain alive just a handful of moments longer. He had died, he was sure of that, and the longer he stood there the more it was the saiyan was able to remember. Raditz’s tail twisted and coiled behind him, a testament towards his growing discomfort at the current predicament.
He had died, and he had stayed dead. He wasn’t sure just how long it had been, but he was certainly positive that it had been too long, meaning his fears in regards to the prince as well as Nappa entirely disregarding his death were bound to be true. Raditz couldn’t help the low snarl he gave just then, lip curling back to showcase pointed canines. How dare Vegeta just disregard his life like that, and after everything they had gone through to boot! Ungrateful bastard, that’s what he is! Raditz growled as he trudged through the familiar wastes which he’d woken up in, his bearings now about him as he got his head straight more and more. He still had not a damn clue what was going on, nor how he got here from being dead in the first place, and of course that bugged him a great deal; however, at the moment it seemed there wasn’t much he could do until he came across a familiar face, or at the very least someone he could ask what year it was.
“Damn them all to hell, the lot of them! Damn that Kakarot, damn that bloody prince, damn Nappa, bunch of ungrateful good for nothing bastards, each and every one of them! Spend gods KNOW how long working for the bastards, working my ass off, and what do I get to show for it? Rotting in the bloody ground like a worthless weakling!!”
Venom hung heavy in the saiyans words, yelling out at what he presumed was nothing, but there was a decent stinging of hurt there as well. He couldn’t help but feel a bit betrayed in all honesty, having spent the majority of his life working for the prince only to be disregarded as if he was worth no more than the dirt on his boot. Frankly a predicament such as the one Raditz currently found himself in would cause even the most rational and kind to be at the least incredibly bitter. He had every right to be as pissed as he was.
With a big sigh, Zuko approached the most recently occupied table. The prince’s golden eyes seemed to hide big annoyance under his waiter persona. Whatever it takes to survive in Ba Sing Se.
“Welcome to the Jasmine Dragon. I’m Lee, and I will be your waiter.”
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After a long and grueling tenday, the small group of adventures had successfully cleared the goblin camp, freed the First Druid, and gained more information on the cult surrounding the Absolute.
The tieflings who were once faced with numerous challenges on their way to freedom could now safely make the trek to Baulder's Gate, free of the goblin threat that had once loomed over them.
All Quillen wanted to do was find something to eat. He had struggled to find the time to feed properly since the journey had first started and now his poor body was facing the consequences. He was tired and his stomach and fangs ached constantly. Whether it was the blood of a squirrel or the blood of a boar. No matter the size of his prey if Quillen didn't listen to his immortal body's needs he would be prone to frenzying and the last he wanted was to go and bite one of his companions.
However, his little feeding fest would have to wait. The tieflings, in an act of gratitude, wanted to host a party at their campsite. There was no telling how long it was going to last but Quillen humored the idea and watched as his newfound companions indulged in good food, wine, music, and conversation.
Alfira had taken it upon herself to play for the party and sneak a few sips of wine in while no one was looking. Halsin and Zevlor had been chatting amongst themselves, trading stories and talking about what was to come next. Wyll had been off by himself drinking as he watched the river flow under the stars. Karlach was by Rolan and his siblings as the sorcerer showed off some of his magic skills. A few children were close by, watching in awe as the colorful aura lit up the space with wide eyes.
The half-elf crossed his arms, a soft smile creeping onto his face though it was hidden by his dark bandana. His companions deserved this after all of their hard work and he was happy to see them letting loose and taking time to rest.
Quillen made his rounds, checking in with those he had met along the way to see how they were doing. At some point, a bottle of wine had ended up in his hand and then Karlach was pushing food into his face, begging him to try it. The smell of freshly cooked pork hit his nostrils and while it looked amazing it wouldn't taste like much to his half-undead palette. Quillen tried his best to decline the food but the look on the sweet tiefling's face made his heart drop and without another second to waste he slipped the meat under his bandana and dug into the meat quickly, relaxing as she stopped pouting.
The smile on the woman's face was bright enough to light up an entire village and it was contagious. The dhampir couldn't help but smile back at her only to chuckle and shake his head as he hurried off to find Wyll to dance.
His mind began to wander, thoughts of where they would end up next on their little journey. Deep red eyes slowly fell onto Astarion and his feet made their way over to the pale elf's tent. As Quillen went to speak his nose was hit with the sweet smell of blood and he did his best to steel his emotions. His head began to pound, his fangs ached, and his stomach felt more empty than ever.
The half-elf grunted and held his head. "Apologies, I think I need to take a breather. I will check in with you later." He said softly. Gentle hands left the unopened bottle of wine by Astarion's feet and without another second thought, Quillen turned and made his way into the woods.
Once he was out of sight the dhampir broke into a sprint toward the first scent of blood he could track. He managed to find a rather large fox and crouched down to hide from the wild animal. He wasted no time pulling off his bandana and stuffing the fabric into his back pocket before making his attack. The fox was captured in his large hands and the animal kicked and hissed at him only to go silent as sharp fangs sunk into its back.
Quillen hummed softly in delight as the warm red substance hit his tongue and he drank from the fox in such desperation it looked like he was worried someone would steal his meal from him. The dhampir dropped the emptied fox and grunted in annoyance. "Shit...it's not enough. I need more. I am still too weak..." He grumbled to himself. The half-elf scanned the area and grinned when he spotted a rabbit in the distance. The furry creature had its back to him as it sniffed around for food of its own.
Quillen crouched down and eyed the rabbit waiting for the right time to strike. Slowly, the dhampir inched forward in the shadows. He almost had it now, his prize was just within grasp. The sound of some acorns hitting the ground alerted both the rabbit and Quillen who stood up abruptly as he watched in utter annoyance as his meal scurried off into the night. "Dammit!..." He whined quietly to himself as he crouched back down to try and find something else to track.
