Hierarchy (Medieval/ some fantasy elements)

[The Past]

((I guess I'm stuck doing that anyway, was hoping someone would run into my character at some point. Tybalt almost did but turned back. ))

In the middle of the night, creaking of the shack door startled the bear awake. He turned to face the silhouette in the doorway.

"Oh, did I wake you?" the silhouette spoke with a quiet feminine voice around middle aged. Exactly like his client.

"Hazel?" Geoff sniffed and sat himself up. "Heh, caught me napping. Was gonna head to ya..."

"No worries. You did the job. Saw your work outside. I'd prefer her burned to ashes myself, but that wasn't part of the deal, was it?" She chuckled.

"Oh. Guess I could have done that, but that might alert people... Oh, right."
Geoff shuffled through his pack and pulled out a small metal container with the emerald necklace and twelve feathers.

Hazel took the container and examined the necklace.

"It's the real deal, right?" Geoff asked. "Not a decoy?"

Hazel rubbed the emerald, and it began to glow. "Must be it! Perfect. Thanks, Ghost."

[Bronzeee]

(what happen? )

[kylethefox]

*the door opened were raz was sleeping and a tall dark figure stood in the doorway starring at him, his eyes are were shimmering and it looked like he had a wide smile on his face!*

[Razuel]

Raz slowly woke up, raising his head to then follow that with a yawn.  Raz did try to stand up, but still didn't have the strength, but as he noticed the tall figure standing in the hallway, he started to make distressed sounds very loudly. Loud enough to carry through the house, and even a bit outside.

[kylethefox]

*the figure slowly turned around and walked out and shut the door, making the room pitch black making it hard to see*

[Razuel]

Raz looked about the darkness and started have flashbacks of the cages he used to be in; the constant whippings and beating... absolutely horrible... but through the darkness he could see, even though not very well, but good enough due to the slight light his soulstone would give off

[kylethefox]

*in the darkest corner of the room raz swore he saw a pair of eyes, and then it spoke to him* "i know were your from, and im sure they will pay a nice price to get you back!  *the eyes gazed at raz with a madness inside them!*

[Razuel]

Raz stopped completely when he heard the voice, but due to so many years of being forced not to speak, he had forgotten how to, so he simply made distressed noises while shaking his head.

[kylethefox]

*the door opened and the eyes disappeared, night walked in with some fresh deer meat* "you hungry?" *he asked and then just noiced raz's fear, he looked around the room to make sure no one was there, but the room seemed to be empty, night assumed raz was just having visions*

[Razuel]

Raz quickly looked at the door as it opened and he made movement to try and run; his adrenaline having grown up again from fear, enough to drown his pain, and he tried to run past Night, to where he thought the front door was.

[kylethefox]

"woah!!" *night nearly fell back as raz ran past him! he dropped the deer meat on the floor and pulled out his knife in reaction!*

[Razuel]

Raz managed to find the door that would lead to outside,  and he frantically started to scratch at the wooden door.


Another thing Raz had forgotten how to do was something that all dragons are capable of, and that's fire breathing.

[kylethefox]

*night quickly ran over and stood a few feet away from raz, "woah woah, calm down, theres no one hear that is going to hurt you!" *he said trying to calm down the startled dragon!*

[Razuel]

Raz started to pace back and ram at the door with his shoulder, determined to get out, and how can you blame him, he woke up to a man staring at him, followed by a pair of disembodied eyes, and waking up in an unfamiliar location.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray, as he settled to sleep, caught the smell of cut gems in the air. He also spotted a green glow somewhere in the growth, and his dwarven nature drew him to pursue it. Ray's discomfort with the surface plants made his trip very loud, even without him swearing and cursing.