The redheaded Faerin had been deep in concentration, casting his illusory skill left and right to keep Trixie visible to those she needed to interact with. He wasn’t used to using <Elf-Touched> on anyone other than himself, much less so many at once. It was a bit of a strain, but would be worth it if it allowed them to complete their quest. Fortunately, the player was allowed a brief break upon receiving the PM from his fellow teammate. Kenos glanced at the mentioned figure and frowned, wishing he could get a better look at his face. While Trixie appeared physically closer than he was, she could only see what he could, being only an illusion. Still, maybe there was something he’d still be able to do. “Well, that depends,” Trixie replied to Aurora in a much more playful manner than usual, tilting her head to one side, “This gentleman here has yet to give us a proper introduction.” The Illusion stepped forward, shortening the distance between herself and the man. They were inches away now, the female tilting her head up to gaze into his eyes. She brought her right hand up caress his face, then swept it back across his hood. “Why don’t you show us your face, handsome?” Kenos’ ability could trick the man’s senses into feeling her hand, but it could not actually directly interact with him or his apparel. Thus, he was forced to turn to one of his other skills. “<<Sister Wind, grace me with your breath. Push back those who seek to harm me>>.” A gust of wind would blow the stranger’s hood backwards at the same time Trixie’s hand moved, giving the impression that the young woman had been the one who had done it. With the cloth no long obstructing his head from view, all three party members would now be able to see his features: short, black hair, strikingly blue eyes, and, unfortunately, an apparent lack of scarring of any kind. Perhaps he wasn’t their man after all... Hidden: “Skills Used” Elf-Touched Gaoithe Sidhe @Cyriac Felix @Aurora Labyrinth
Cyriac was still watching everything from within hiding, just as Kenos was. However, his hand was on his sword - if a fight started, he'd need to act with utmost haste to prevent harm. Even if Trixie was an illusion, he'd felt bad if the man, whoever he was, attacked them. But wearing two swords? How strange...could he perhaps be an accomplice? Eliza was known to be a rough man, but he kept around aspirants as well, people who thought they too could make a name for themselves. Cyriac sighed, and then moved ahead, trying to scout forward in case this was an ambush. He peeked into alleyways, checked around corners, and looked all over the place. He could find nothing of import, nor anyone. The streets well and truly were deserted. So why did he have such an ominous feeling in his gut? He didn't even dare PM, in case their drifting eyes might give things away. But somehow, he could catch the scent of blood. From somewhere nearby... He looked into where he smelled that scent from, and there he saw it. Caked and dried bloodstains across the wall, and on the ground, within a small nook between buildings. Someone was attacked here, and brutally. Not a knife from the dark or a mugging, an actual, full-blown murder, vengeful and violent. He looked at the other man, the stranger once more. He was waiting in this spot...but there was more importance to this place, wasn't there? He did not know it, but Eliza was taken to prison for crimes that were more of a myth that they were thought to be fabrications. They were so horrific and nightmare-inducing that the militia didn't even write it down, for fear of ill spirits and nausea. Eliza, while he still roamed the streets, would either ambush women on these streets near the fountain or lure them here. From there, he'd take them to his hideout nearby, where he used to skin them. And once he's done, the flayed bodies were left in the fountain, which would run red for weeks after that... @Kenos Lege @Aurora Labyrinth
Aurora felt her heartbeat increase as the human sized pixie went forward to reveal the man's identity. Even though she had agreed to play bait, it didn't mean that she was not frightened. She wasn't sure what the next step would be if this was truly the name. Would they pretend not to know who he really is and just follow, or would they attack? Her thought process was shattered when she noticed the male's feature. She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. It gave the girl more time to think. He stared at Trixie for a long time, his eyes narrowed with annoyance that the woman would actually touch him without permission. "A-Ah. I apologise for my friend. She sometimes oversteps her boundary. We will make sure this doesn't happen" Aurora interfered which caused the male to sigh and place his hood back on. He turned around and began to walk. "Not to worry. At least one of you is docile and innocent" He muttered which got the emerald eyed girl on guard. She had heard from the militia. Most of the victims were young girls with docile personalities. She glanced at Trixie and gave her a silent nod, indicating her that this was the man that would lead them to the scarred leatherworker. She followed the male silently, glancing around nervously to make sure no one was going to ambush them. Since most part of the streets were dark, it was hard to notice the blood stained walls and it was good that Aurora didn't. "This is the place" The man stepped aside, letting the two females enter the room. Aurora stepped inside the room that had a sickening sweet smell, thinking the man was outside to block their only exit. She relaxed her hand as she used her assist mood to caste a spell under her breath, in case someone was getting ready to ambush them. Surprisingly, the place was empty. "Excuse m-" Her visions began to turn blur as she noticed the male holding a handkerchief over his face. Her eyes widen as she realised just what was happening. The aroma that filled the room was most likely sleeping gas. One thing was certain, the gas was so strong that it was immediately taking affect. Within a few seconds, the girl fell down, knocked down unconscious by the gas. "No hard feelings. It is not like I particularly disliked the two of you" His tone made it obvious that he had no remorse in doing his job. Just as he said those words, a few men came out of the shadows, all of them holding a wicked grin on their faces. @Cyriac Felix @Kenos Lege
