@bossaroo Aesra tilted his head in a quizzical manner. "So Aerith was his name huh? And you're friends with him? What exactly do you want the knife for?" He was unsure what was going on with this kabalite, he would need to watch him. "Bad blood between you guys?" The Razorwings roasted in the high points of the armory pruning themselves while they waited for the action to start again. Would it be here? Or out in the other kabal's territory was yet to be determined.
As the mysterious figure in robes approached, Kaesar huffed in amusement. @Vlayden He tapped the other Incubus on her arm and said in a low voice to her ear: "Oh, this should be good." When Thû spoke Kaesar's smile widened. "So very polite and eloquent!" He said with a laugh and clapping a few times. "Do tell, killer. With words so honeyed as yours there's little to trust. Yet." Kaesar uttered the last word with a cunning grin, letting it linger in the air like a lure for prey.
@kanila Ave'ras grit his teeth slightly and his brow furrowed for a moment long enough to notice before his reaction flicked and his smile returned with a sigh "as much as id love for there to be sour relations between the two of us so i may end his constant embarrassment of the both of us , theres enough history between us where i simply cant do that without reprecussions. Though on what i plan to do with the blade" he drew his own blade rather quickly before drawing a quick decorative mark on his armor with the tip of the blade a suprisingly wicked grin on his face "teach him how to use it properly". His smile returned to normal as he resheathed his blade. This beast-master was being a bit troublesome but someone with enough rarity as he could be useful ally and anyone who humiliated Aerith wasnt too bad in his book
@bossaroo "Ha if that's what you want it for then it's yours." He flipped the blade around, holding it by its blade, the handle towards the kabalite. "I am Aesra, and if you need help with Aerith's 'lessons' let me know." He chuckled before continuing, "Or atleast let me watch the little worm squirm!" Maybe this one wasn't so bad after all he thought to himself.
@kanila The kabalite took the blade and held it in his hands , memories returning from all the times he had held the blade. Far too many memories too many ideas and thoughts. If Aerith didnt learn to control himself or get enough strength to back his threats the idiot would be dead. He looked up to Aesra and chuckled in return though it was delayed " my name is Ave'ras and though im not sure you'd be willing to partake what i have in mind id appreciate assitance with his lessons , the fool is particularly stubborn." He then turned away from the beast master and with an incredibly sour face grabbed a dosage of adrenalight. Though he knew its uses he truly hated it. @Casavay Though he didnt move away too far from the beast master he turned to Surion "i feel like you're somewhat out of your element here, forgive me if i assume too much. Weapon usage doesn't seem like your strong suit." He smiled genially at the blade smith
OOC here's the map of the place Consider many of the buildings (not counting spires) ruined or otherwise damaged. The entire area is surrounded by walls and some of the automated defenses still work (and possibly other nasty traps) but you can try to scale the walls if you wish. If not, you'll be going through the main entrance. Contested territory is where you'll meet forces of all three sides having a go at each other and fighting through a series of broken buildings\fucked up terrain, it's basically your usual urban combat scenario.
@Maleth "And which one would you propose we assist?" He honestly didn't care as long as his 'debt' was paid to the Archon. The more warriors they brought under the Archon's banner the better. "We need to see what our strengths and weaknesses are. If the kabal lacks vehicles, then the Dracon should be brought within the fold of the Crimson Moon. If we need stronger fighters, then perhaps the wych Zalaya would be better." He reached up and scratched under one of the Razorwing's beak that was perched on his shoulder. Honestly he already ruled out the haemonculus, if they already had one with them why would they need another? "Unless we convinced them both to hunt the haemonculus and then we take the stronger ally of the two. And let the other one have an 'unfortunate' accident on the way back."
@Wata @Vlayden "This one requires only the trust to see shared self-interest through, if Sieur and M'mselle are of a mind," replies Thû in his conspiratorial undertone. "This one suggests leading with diplomacy, with a little decapitation to underscore the point where necessary. As with daggers at a high feast, or poison in a winecup...a little honey, a little sting, if Sieur and M'mselle get the meaning." Drawing closer, Thû becomes all business. "Approach the Dracon as agents of Lord Zar'uil. As Incubi, your status will gain you more trust than a Kabalite. Make him an offer he cannot refuse - to whit, join the Crimson Moon on generous terms - bringing all his resources with him - or die on the spot. If he chooses the latter, no need to bother yourselves breaking ambassadorial protocol - this one will be in place to strike ahead of you. This one will strike out of concealment and hold him hostage to give him one last chance to recant and submit. If we have to remove him regardless, take advantage of the shock and uncertainty to appoint a puppet successor to lead the remnants of his faction into the Crimson Moon's fold."
Kaesar tilted his head and folded his arms across his chest, he's smile faded a little but still kept it up. "We'll see as it develops, that doesn't sound half bad. It'd be easier to just kill them. And more fun. Would be best if we didn't split up and come up with a whole plan with the rest of the group." Kaesar turned his back and walked away, still talking over his shoulder and waving a dismissal to his side of the conversation. "I won't object if that is what my colleague agrees on." <Armoury> At the armoury Kaesar grabbed two poison grenades and one haywire. He passed on the drugs. He's trueborn body was perfect without them. Grabbing his klaive he swung and twirled it in his expert hands. Intimately familiar with the weapon, feeling it's weight and length. He ran a finger along it's razor sharp edge, searching for chips and cracks finding none while smiling in anticipation. "So, are you ladies ready? Let's get to it." He asked of anyone still in the armoury.
<Armoury> @bossaroo Surion, who'd kept close to this Warrior she'd gotten to know, was in possession of her own suit of armour, the silver coating of which she inspected while Ave'ras spoke to her. She was more than willing to repaint it in the colours of the Crimson Moon should they prove to be worthy of the artisan's membership. Her response was quietly spoken: "My element is the forge, darkling. I know how to fight, however". Her dagger detached from her belt as she spoke, and the smith raised it in a nigh-reverent manner. "I can hold my own." Out of the stores, she grabbed three plasma grenades, and messed with her old Splinter Rifle. It wasn't one of hers, but it'd been born in the factory where she too once worked. Like the patch of burnt skin on her neck, however, the Obsidian Rose sigils had been purged from the gun. "Remember", the Artisan spoke more loudly, to the other Warriors, "This silver-tipped rose belongs to you, and she would be cross if you shot her."
