• Mature • Kael and Aedirn

[Alistair]

57th of Ymiden, Arc 717

"Own me."

"Love me, Doctor Alistair. I love you, I--"

"Why are you so cruel to me, Doctor Alistair? Why do you chain me to this bed?"

"Alistair, please! There's a fire spreading through the East and I can't -- I can't--"

"Ser Doctor... have you ever heard of the Kem Cabal?"

"Doctor, I'm not sick anymore. I've been cured. Let me go."

"Doctor Alistair, Doctor Alistair, Doctor..."

. . .

God, if ever he'd been tested, it was now. Ren Norendel, the son of the prestigious Demavend and therefore by extension Lucien Lordaeron. Two powerful fathers, one vile and debaucherous child. God, he was ill. Sadistic, masochistic, needy, crude, and most of all a total liar. Everything he said was a lie -- the mage had begun to wonder the truth of even the original statement that had drawn his interest.

He claimed that Fridgar had raped him during their time alone in that room. He claimed that Kaiserion had demeaned him to tears, causing for him to question his value. Ren threatened to have both of his fathers bear down on Kaelserad, demanding to be released to prevent said horrific fate. Alistair did not comply -- but then, he didn't comply to any of his requests, and certainly not his demands.

Fortunately, they had not discovered any freak bug infestation and no one among the staff or other patients had faced any diseases. Ren had been isolated to a small room mostly used for storage purposes, laying on a bed and looked over every thirty bits by at least one of the staff. He was mostly quiet until one of them stepped in, and had not attempted violence upon any of them. Somehow, outside of his lies, hyperbole and vulgarity, he'd mostly calmed.

But he -- he was a problem. It had only been a trial now, but soon he knew there would be great difficulty in keeping him here. How would they bathe him? What if he bit one of the staff while they fed him, and tore out their jugular? What if he gave someone a disease? Alistair didn't know how the Yithnai operated - perhaps he wanted to be kept here, as part of a nefarious plan. It was all very concerning, and also, stressful. They'd be on their trial of the Survivor soon - what could he do in that period of time, left alone for the far majority of most days? The mage didn't want to know.

He had to deal with this, and as his co-physician, so too did Fridgar. Alistair yelled for his mate, asking if he'd come to Ren's room so that they could have a discussion with him and among themselves to decide his future at the clinic. Opening the door to check on him, however, the mage found that he was gone. His cuffs were still chained to the bed, but they'd been opened, despite the fact that he held the keys in his pocket. When Fridgar came to see Alistair, he would find the mage blankly staring at the empty room, utterly horrified by what would happen now.

On the bed, with further inspection, laid a note. Alistair was too stunned to notice, but perhaps Fridgar might. It read:

Fridgar the Robust,

I'll be waiting for you by the Highlander and Llewnos Inn come dusk, in Aedirn. Be ready for me, big daddy.

- R

[Varthakh]

Sat in Alistair's study, Fridgar was holding perfectly still. His body was there, but his mind was otherwise occupied. Fridgar was meditating, dedicating his Sohr Khal totem. Piece by piece, he channelled his spark through the figurine, making it his own a little bit at a time. He'd done a twelve-hour session before their latest addition to their patient roster, then a six-hour session before Alistair decided that he needed to be thoroughly appreciated. And now he'd been at it for four hours. Two more hours would see the totem fully dedicated.

The figurine itself was cute, finely crafted by Alistair and his corpse moulding necromancy. So, he waited, unflinching with his eyes closed. Sat at the desk of Alistair's study with the figuring stood before him on the desk. It would become a part of his arsenal, no, his family. It was weird how his view of the totems had grown and developed. Even the form he'd currently assume, he barely saw it as him anymore. The only reason he walked around as Fridgar was to please his mate. Doing so in another form would have just been weird.

Still, with every use of becoming, he could feel the beast in the cage rattling the bars. Sometimes it was violent, sometimes it was calm, but either way it wanted out. Dedication had gotten weirder since the vision he had on the hilltop with Aeon and Alistair, what did it mean? A sneaking suspicion suggested that he might be close to revealing, but he hadn't used becoming that much, had he? A voice stirred in his meditation, Alistair's? The call broke his concentration and slowly slipped him from his trance, he was alone in the study with an ache in his neck.

He listened into the silence a little longer before closing his eyes and getting ready to re-enter his trance, soothing himself and slowing down his breathing. Slowly, his mind cleared until Alistair called him again. he awoke with a jump, rubbing his eyes as he got to his feet and bolted for the door, leaving the unfinished Sohr Khal on the table; he'd finish it later. Like a hurricane, he dashed through the halls and bolted through rooms and doors until he came to the stairs, which he jumped down, landing on the floor with a hefty thud that shook at least part of the building. Fridgar knew no indoor manners.

he soon arrived with Alistair, who gawked at an empty room. "What is it?" he asked before shutting his jaw tight in realisation; this was Ren's room. Immediately, he cast adapt and took the scales of the king crocodile, assuming his battle armour. If Ren had gotten out, then he wasn't safe, Alistair wasn't safe. None of their patients were safe. he put Alistair behind him and looked left to right, revealing no sign of the creepy creature that went by the name Ren.

Carefully, he slid into the room and looked about the place, checking the corners, under the bed, the ceiling, all the usual hiding places. Nothing could be found by the unobservant Lothar. "How did he get out? Were you standing guard?" Fridgar looked nervous, looking about his holding area in frantic and desperate need to find the creepy crawly. How the fuck did he get out?

Then, he found the note on the bed. He collected the piece of parchment and inspected both sides; it appeared to be a piece of one of Alistair's forms, torn and turned over to the blank side where he'd scrawled with ink a message that would have made his skin turn red if it weren't already green. Though, he did start to steam. Not with desire or lust, or anything of the sort. Oh no, this was a different kind of intensity. "Alistair," Fridgar spoke through grit teeth, standing straight as his expression warped with unbridled fury.

The Lothar would approach, clearly dissatisfied with the results of Ren's escape. "Alistair, he called me-!" Fridgar was shaking, breathing heavily from his closed jaw. "BIG DADDY!!!" he showed Alistair the note. He let it go in Alistair’s grasp, pacing back and forth, snarling like a while animal. His hands would clasp and unclasp as he tried to deal with his rage without putting a hole in one of Alistair's walls. "We NEED to go after him. God knows what he could do before sundown!" Fridgar protested, evidently ready to fall for a potential trap.

[Alistair]

Were you standing guard? the Becomer asked. Alistair shook his head, frowning. "Fridgar, I don't have enough time to stand by his door all day. I have so much to do -- managing patients, handling ledgers and supplies, dealing with all manner of issues and compromising details popping up from each visit, least of all their wounds. I figured the cuffs would be enough -- they were bloody steel, after all. Not even your wrists could pop steel cuffs. But they just... opened, as if he had the key. But he didn't," the mage stated. Upon further investigation, he realized the window to his room was left open, the breeze flowing through as the thin curtains blew about. He exited through that window after removing his cuffs, and continued onward through Kael to Aedirn.

But how? How did he manage to remove the cuffs without their key? This was, of course, the mystery. Alistair curled his lip awkwardly, unsure of how to handle the situation. They had an incredibly dangerous element on the loose -- Ren Norendel was vicious. His father kept him controlled and restrained, but Alistair failed to, somehow. How would this effect his business, failing the Lord of Business in Gauthrel? Did Demavend expect this to happen -- did he want it to? He supplied Alistair with virtually no information on Ren's apparent affliction. It was clear that he was hiding key, important details - and why? Did he want to lose his son?

Perhaps that was the point. Lose him. He was dangerous and unpredictable, and businessmen didn't particularly enjoy such rogue elements. Demavend may have wanted latently to actually have him cured, but the result came up contrary, and he likely didn't mind. He wanted Alistair to be his handler for as long as he could be, but essentially the goal was to dispose of Ren, whether by dumping him onto someone else or releasing him into the proverbial wild. But this - this was dangerous. Demavend didn't seem to understand the potential catastrophe of having a plague-bearer roaming about, actively attempting to spread illness.

It seemed that Ren's sickness was limited in that it was likely not spread through the air, which was good - but what were its effects? Somehow, Alistair had gotten the notion that if Ren had managed to bite into Fridgar's neck, the illnesses he would've passed on were far more deadly than the bite that potentially tore through his flesh. He felt them -- the bulbs bubbling on his skin, the immense heat across his body. Ren didn't seem effected by his illness, but God was it burning. It was more than just feverish.

Alistair, he called me- Fridgar's voice broke him from his thoughts. BIG DADDY!!! he exclaimed, causing for the mage's eyes to widen as he nearly jumped back. "What?" he asked, clearly not paying attention. Then, it registered; Ren called him big daddy in his note, probably. Alistair rolled his eyes - a slut even in his final moments of freedom. This meant, though, that Ren actually took the time to write a note even after his shackles had been removed. No pens were close enough to the bed to be obtainable without his free mobility. He didn't take escaping his imprisonment seriously at all.

Fridgar was right, though. They needed to go after him. Ren was too dangerous an element for a patient approach. Alistair took the note into his fingers and read it, examining the words carefully. Fridgar the Robust. He was calling him big, voluptuous - the Norendel really was a strumpet.

"Yeah," the mage whispered, nodding his head. "Highlander and Llewnos. Hugh-noss. Hiiiao-noss," he repeated, sighing. He didn't have time for failed name pronunciations, of which there were a lot since coming to Gauthrel. "Okay, Fridgar," the mage started, "we won't just wait for nightfall. We must summon the beast," he nodded his head, ripping open a portal violently as a black blaze tore through the fabric of space. Out of the portal was funneled a great, monstrous force - Beargar. The dog 'arfed' as it came through, wagging its tail excitedly as it began to jump around its masters, seeking their attention.

"Beargar," he tasked the dog, "Sniff." The mage placed Ren's pillow at the dog's snout, and he began to smell into the surface, seemingly reeling from a putrid underlying smell. Beargar 'arfed' again, Alistair placing his pillow back onto the bed as the dog shot for the door. The mage restrained him for a moment and tied on his leash, which he'd kept by the door, beckoning for Fridgar to hold the reins as the two men would follow him to their target.

[Varthakh]

Alistair saw reason, they definitely had to go after Ren. Alistair had been against putting the creature down and that was fine, Fridgar could have very easily been wrong about its humanity or sentience or whatever. But now it was on the loose, probably infecting people as they spoke. As such, they had no time to discuss that matter further or wait until sundown to go after him, they needed to go now. Thank god that Alistair recognised that.

her opened a portal, likely connected to the house of buggery. Then a familiar face stepped through… It was Beargar! The dog that Fridgar had bought Alistair for his birthday, a brilliant hunting dog and a loyal companion, he would be able to track down the filthy creature with ease. "Beargar!" Fridgar threw his palms onto his knees as he bent over, beckoning the canine and trying to get it excited. It worked, of course, to the point that his tail was wagging so hard that his behind wagged with it a little. Fridgar did not relent in fussing the dog; petting all over and applying belly rubs as the loyal beast turned over and laid on its back.

Fridgar had almost forgot the mission at hand, the dog was just too cute to not fuss at every given opportunity. It was only When Alistair beckoned the dog that the creature rolled free of his petting and approached the pillow that Alistair held. The dog took a deep sniff of all the information its brain could process before looking to the window with an arf, he'd picked up the scent.

"So, the big guns, huh? Setting the hounds on him and all?" Fridgar smiled. Beargar would make things a lot easier, especially now that he didn't have to take note of that filthy creature's scent. Beargar's sacrifice would not soon be forgotten. Fridgar was appointed the task of finding the creepy crawly, given the leash by Alistair and everything. With a determined grin, he set out about his task. As they stepped through the door, Beargar's nose was too the floor, sniffing hard and plentifully before re-catching the trail and arfing. Fridgar broke into a jog, pulling Beargar along with him.

They couldn't let Beargar off the leash to chase down Ren, what if he decided to eat their poor Beargar or something? No, that sadistic monstrosity would not be getting a hold of their beloved pet, he wouldn't allow it. Fridgar eventually broke into a run, knowing Alistair could probably overtake him, let alone keep up with him. The Lothar followed the pull of Beargar's leash, knowing all too well that said pull would take him to where they needed to go. Eventually, the trail broke free from the path and stretched across the plains. A strange decision for the Plague Bearer to make, considering he wanted to infect some Lothar, but Fridgar trusted Beargar's scent all the same, running to keep up with the dog.

The dog seemed to be headed toward a tree positioned in the middle of the stretch of land. No way. Did that creature really think he could hide in a tree? he couldn't, they'd already found him, right? They closed in on the tree and Beargar threw his paws against the trunk, looking up into the foliage and arfing wildly, declaring that he'd tracked down the creature. Fridgar followed behind, considering the tree with his green scales still adorned. "Ren, knock it off. Come back down here or I'm going to come up there," he called, though no reply came. Was he really up there? He must have been, right?

[Alistair]

Fridgar playing with Beargar was so cute. Alistair almost squealed at how adorable it was -- Beargar's tail was wagging so hard that it was probably altering the time-space continuum. Even his butt was shaking with it, his whole body swaying with his excitement. Fridgar was a good man, and it was moments like this that helped Alistair realize he'd be a good father. The mage smiled brightly as he watched, though the dog quickly got to work. He looked at Fridgar with a grin as Beargar led them off, his nose stuck to the ground as he followed the Yithnai's trail intently.

Dogs were amazing - even when they were performing a duty, they were so adorable, their wet snouts furiously sniffing as they arfed and barked. Alistair had to imagine that they were, aside from the bear of course, his favorite animal.

The dog began to lead them off the path to Aedirn, and instead southward through the cobble roads of Kael, and then off the road entirely. They ran towards the grassy plains, and the dog continued to sniff, even as packs of patrolling Jegers eyed them and nodded their heads. They began to go far out -- it must've been at least a mile out of town, probably more. Kael and Aedirn weren't small settlements, they were quite large for this side of the world.

Finally, Beargar led them to a tree, isolated and on top of a small knoll. It was astounding, just how incredibly beautiful this sight would have been... with the tree captured by the sunset behind it, its solitude among the grass, the apples dangling overhead... if not for the vile situation surrounding it. If Ren was in that tree, perhaps all of its fruits were rotted. Perhaps, subtly, they carried a vicious disease.

"Ren," the mage called to him. "Come down here, or --"

"You'll what?" the Biqaj asked, leaping down from the tree, his backs turned to them from several meters away. He seemed to be wearing a cloak of sorts, to conceal his appearance. Was he trying to run and hide, or had he done something nefarious already? Slowly, incredibly, the tree behind him began to uproot. Alistair's eyes widened and marveled at the thing -- it lifted from the ground and rose into the air, before reeling back - its roots aimed at Alistair and Fridgar - and beginning to fling itself. The mage reacted quickly, linking himself to a large portal that he cast outward, a rip tearing through space as the maw of the portal consumed the tree and flung it to the side of Alistair, hitting no one. It bashed against the bottom of the knoll with incredible force and velocity, sending splinters and broken shards of wood out in every direction.

Ren must've been a Sovereign mage of considerable ability. Did he command the cuffs to unlock?

"Ren, if you actually want to try and kill us, you'll leave us no choice but to fight back. I don't think you want that, Ren. I really don't." The mage was blunt. He doubted this eighteen year old, who'd been previously unknown to him, would really be capable of defeating Fridgali -- or even one of them individually. They were two mages of exceptional power. They'd beaten a Soraanar together, after all.

"I do want it, though," the biqaj grinned. He turned his head back to them, removing his green hood. His eyes were shining, as was typical of the Yithnai. There was a crazed look in his pupils, his irises.

"It would be a glorious death. Perhaps Fridgar would use my corpse as he likes?" the Yithnai asked, brows raising in excitement. He began to groan softly, as if fantasizing. Alistair grimaced -- Ren was absolutely vulgar, and utterly insane. How did this happen to someone?

"When I die, the maggots will flock to my corpse, big ones. I'm a Lord of insects, after all, and they'll plunder the spoils of my passing. I'll need you to make a decision quickly, big daddy - will you take me as yours while you have the chance, or lose it to a flow of flesh-eating vermin? I know, despite your prose and falsely presented anger, that you wanted this all along," he whispered, beginning to move toward the two. Alistair pulled out his spear, and pointed it outward - it was only a few feet from Ren's face. Any closer, and he would be impaled, or so the mage was threatening. He moved closer regardless, until he could rest his tongue on the point of the spear. He continued to move forward, then, Shadowsong's tip impaling through half of his tongue as Alistair stared on in shock. He pulled the spear backward, only further widening the horrific wounds Ren was facing.

"Fucking suffer, you frothing cunts," he said, angrily, as a heavy amount of blood flowed from his lips and down his chin, jaw, neck. Blood stained his lips, his cheeks - everywhere. It was... horrific.

"KILL ME, FRIDGAR," Ren screamed. "If I die, you little chamber pot dumpings will both be sent to the fucking morgue. My fathers will fucking kill you. Nowhere will be safe for your drab, cunty selves. I don't give a fucking hell what I have to do to get you both thrown into a bed of dirt, I'll fucking do it. And then I'LL HAVE MAGGOTS EAT YOUR CORPSE. Like mine, except more vicious. Big daddy, I think they'll eat your instrument first, a token of my love. Remember me when your vengeful, petty spirit looks on as he watches your gouged eyes buried in the fucking soil. I HATE you. I hate both of you. Stay out of my way, or DIE SCREAMING."

[Varthakh]

Ren did not reply to him, but when Alistair rose his voice, the creature responded and even leaped from the tree, revealing himself. He was dressed in some sort of heavily concealing cloak, where he got it from, Fridgar did not know. Neither did he care. What he did care about was his control of the tree... sort-of. The creature commanded some sort of arcana, the same one that Vuda used on him a while back and a few mages from the woodlands used when they tried to take Kaiserion. Alistair had it covered, deflecting the attack with ease. Where Fridgar had thought he wasn't a sentient creature before, he now understood that he must have been some sort of monstrosity gifted the power of verbal communication.

He was gross as fuck. Rambling on about having Fridgar fuck his corpse or something, then having maggots eat him. What was worse was that he was enjoying it. Lewd and lustful, he began to squirm and writhe with his own words. What the actual fuck was wrong with his creature? Whatever its problem was, it was getting angry. Worse yet for the creature, it was getting angry at Alistair. Meanwhile, Fridgar stood in silence from the side-lines.

Ren was officially insanity incarnate, he was just about done with his bullshit when the creature started to advance. even when Alistair raised his spear in self-defence, the creep kept walking, cutting his tongue on the blade of his beloved's weapon. Alistair withdrew, he wasn't strong enough emotionally to kill this beast. That was okay, because Fridgar was. Especially when it kept screeching, begging for death. Then... he threatened Alistair, well, both technically. This had to stop.

Having seen his ability to jump from great heights, he didn't want to test the man's prowess in a straight up fist fight, it would take forever to catch him. he had to be smart about this, play by his rules. But how...? Fridgar looked to Ren, saddened and pouting. "You hate me...?" he asked, stifling a sob. "But Ren, I changed my mind..." Fridgar cast unleash, becoming his Fridgar totem and removing his armoured scales in an instant. "I actually want you, Ren," Fridgar confessed, lowering his loin cloth to the grass before stepping out of it, completely nude.

Fridgar would gasp, feigning pleasure as the creepy crawly looked over him. "In fact, I want you now, right here right now Ren..." Fridgar groaned, caressing his body. It might have been convincing, even for Alistair. "Let's do it in front of Alistair, okay? It'll be real hot and we can do some kinky stuff too..." Fridgar opened his arms wide as he took a step or two in his direction. "I hope you like biting, Ren, I love being bit... it gets me... so hot..." he moaned lewdly, melting into his desire.

"So please... Just give me-" he turned and slammed his fist into the side of the boy's head, a right hook. He'd already had his arms up, so it was a really quick, really easy manoeuvre. The eighteen-year-old creature would fall to the floor, out cold. from his cloak dropped five swords, all varying in size. Grimacing, Fridgar wiped his knuckles in the dirt, trying to cleanse them of the filth he'd touched. "Ew, that was so fucking nasty," he spoke to Alistair before scampering back to his loin cloth and slipping it back on. "I hope you didn't believe me, my rose," Fridgar looked to his mate with concern.

"He's bleeding from a pretty blood-heavy organ though, his tongue, we might want to get that treated soon or he's probably going to haemorrhage..." Fridgar immediately switched to logic; a rare sight for him. "I still don't think he's human, he has yet to prove you right. But I still trust you and your judgement, so let’s try and cure this creepy cunt."

[Alistair]

Fridgar... took off his clothes? Alistair's eyes widened. Why was he getting naked? Why was he speaking so seductively to Ren -- was this some sort of magical power? No... it was for a reason. It wasn't convincing enough, to him, to be real. Yes. It was all fake, all of it. Fridgar was disgusted by Ren, didn't think he was even human, or biqaj for that matter. He wasn't sentient to him, and there was no way Fridgar would ever consider copulating with someone else, let alone right in front of his fiance. The mage wasn't bothered by it -- instead, he was surprised. He didn't know Fridgar even had it in him to be that sly -- to try and manipulate someone into lowering their guard, seducing them into weakness.

Ren moved forward, seeking his prize. Apparently he really did want to have sex with Fridgar, though Alistair imagined it was for nefarious purposes. Probably to force some disease onto him, which would then by spread to Alistair... if they stayed together after something that awful.

When Ren drew closer to Fridgar's goading and seduction, the man punched him upside the head and knocked him out. They captured him, again - but how would they keep him when he could use Sovereign to escape his bindings? The mage decided something -- they would have to take this situation to the extreme. Ren was a danger to society, but they couldn't just kill him. The Roksgard would have them both executed, even if it wasn't strictly legal. Alistair knew how power often superceded the law in doling out judgment.

"I didn't believe you, my Thorn," he stated, breaking through his thoughts. "I know you wouldn't do that to me - I'm your rose after all," the mage smiled brightly, moving forward and pressing their foreheads together as he leaned onto Fridgar and stood on his toes. Blasted man was too tall.

Fridgar spoke of his wounds, and Alistair nodded. "I'll give him coagulants and bloodboosters as soon as we get him back to Kaelserad," the mage stated. "But, it's time for us to change something up, Fridgar. He needs to be... forced to stay with us. I developed something some time ago, when my medical pursuits were almost all that mattered to me. It's called El'ganneth Rhovanion, a 'medication' that stagnates and quells diseases, poisons and other illnesses, as well as totally stops aging. In exchange, however, one is driven to cannibalism as their method of acquiring nutrition -- they must consume the meat or blood of another of a sentient species." This would, of course, be problematic. They would need blood donors, people he could drink from. Alistair would have to ask the commission beneath Demavend for daily donors.

"I believe... this could possibly freeze his disease, preventing him from being a danger. It would also make him weak, vulnerable, dependent. We might be able to alter his psyche to be submissive to us, and condition him to work within society from a more normal frame of mind. When he's become ready, we can begin to detox him, stop the treatments of El'ganneth. He would go through critical changes at this stage, but - he could very realistically change. The effect El'ganneth has on one's psychology is extraordinary. Usually bad, but... what other option do we have?"

He realized he sounded like a lunatic, but they would need to take risks to treat someone like this. He was more volatile than Alistair could have ever imagined, and more dangerous. They needed El'ganneth, they needed an extreme. Alistair was no miracle spirit healer -- he doubted even they could help Ren as he was now.

Regardless of what Fridgar said, the mage would haul him through the portal and return to Kaelserad, treating the injuries done to him and cleaning his face and mouth. He'd probably have the image of Fridgar's ass atop a grassy knoll scarred into his brain for some time, though he didn't quite mind.

[Varthakh]

Fridgar smiled at his mate as he was told that he didn't get jealous or anything of the sort. Instead, Alistair seemed impressed, though he never spoke it. He grinned, quite proud of his slutty self. Though, it wasn't that difficult, the creature was seething with lust and anger, all he wanted to do was fuck at every moment of every break they'd kept him. When Fridgar had offered it just that, regardless of how poor he performed, its aggression crumbled. Simple, right?

When at last, he made physical contact with his mate, he decided to moan as he had been previously for Ren, trolling his beloved rose. "Doctor, I need your best treatment to cure me of my perversion and sexual trauma...~" he grinned, though didn't know if his joking was appropriate. Even so, he still adorned his loin cloth and listened to what his mate had to say. He proposed a new treatment for the boy, one he'd never even heard Alistair mention in the past. "El'ganneth..." he spoke, mulling it over in his head.

They needed lots fresh meat, blood, stuff like that. All from a sentient creature. Fridgar shuddered. "Well, I'm the obvious candidate..." Fridgar spoke with a shrug. "I can regenerate and all, Kaiserion too. You could bleed us dry then have us Chrysalis..." Fridgar proposed, though there was a definite 'but' incoming. "But I want you to know that I can already imagine the noises he's going to be making while drinking our blood, and it creeps me out," he spoke, only half joking.

This guy was crazier than... a crazy guy? "If you think its best, then I agree. What choice do we have? He can just escape no matter how tight we lock him up," Ren had made a big mistake in proving that he could escape any situation thrown at him. They needed to take drastic action. grimacing, he took hold of the boy by the ankles while Alistair picked him up by the ankles. Together, they walked through the portal with their prisoner recaptured. They left Ren's swords behind, not giving them a second thought.

[Theo Nji'Ryn]

Fridgar

Knowledge:
Deception: Promising one thing and delivering another
Deception: Fooling the weak of mind or mentally unwell
Hunting: Just as useful for finding people
seduction: Easier done while naked
Tactics: Approach the enemy waving the white flag and then strike

Alistair: Kinda creepy
Alistair: Trusts you completely
Ren: Escaped
Ren: Uses sovereign
Ren: Surprisingly strong
Ren: Nimble

Points: 15

Alistair

Knowledge:
Medicine: El'ganneth Rhovanion to treat mental illness
Intimidation: Threatening violence
Investigation: Tracking a suspect using a canine
Investigation: Examining the scene of an escape

Ren: Sovereign
Ren: Absolutely Insane
Ren: Nearly impossible to handle
Fridgar: Willing to use seduction to manipulate someone?

Points: 15

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