Thread: Princess & Alchemist of the Bang (Fancy_Sakura)

Salvial watched the 'boss' carefully. The poor man was foaming at the mouth for the vial. It was amusing to see, but if he made a poor choice he would lose his hand. Salvial wasn't one to come without his tricks, though in his case, he had a bag full of them. But it seemed as though he did not need them. He watched as the man collared the girl grinning to himself. The fool took the bait. As he pushed the girl to him he quickly pulled her closer wrapping his arm around her stomach keeping her close. He was aware of what was to happen soon. He predicted it, far in advance. This was not the first time he had used this strategies against humans. They were simple creatures prone to fight one another. Amused by the fact it had already began, they started taking it from one another. He felt the gaze of his pet upon him. He looked down at her smiling gently. Pressing his finger against the crystal that was embedded in the center of the collar under her chin. The crystal began to glow with a gentle light and a odd sensation would fill her. A wave of pleasure would vibrate through her entire body. It was considered the last real pleasure any slave felt, a gift from the collar's creator or one guess. Or perhaps it was his own desire to give her that. Weather or not the collar was now bound to him. With his mark upon the collar the sense of belonging to would soon fall over her. Weather or not she accepted it was up to her. But the feeling would linger constantly. Salvial began counting under his breath. Clarisse would be able to hear him with ease. Though what he was counting to was a mystery. It was then the first strike was flung. The boss had stabbed of of his men through the gut. Salvial peered on with amusement as the fight began. Damn you! The Nymph's tears is mine! One man yelled charging but another stepped in his path cutting him down. The man turned to the closest man and swung at him. The Tears are mine! He yelled as they all joined the fray. Each one falling to another blade. It was then he heard the voice of his pet. He mused at the sound, a pleasant sound, he couldn't wait to hear, her when she was mad. Though knowing him angering the poor girl would be quite easy. Humans may be more crafty then a orc, but they suffer much of the same plagues as them. Humans are subjects to the same Envy, greed, pride, and wrath as the orcs are. There history has proven that on many occasions. They are also fearful people who tend to desire longer lives so they may find some deeper meaning or support there greed for longer. They fear death, and desire ever life. Though being human even with the potion I gave them, they are not likely to live longer then a average human. Even if they did live long enough, in the end they would end up as a tree. Nymphs tears I gave them is unrefined and they would end up being killed by it in a years time. Well in some sense, they would become a tree, forever aware of themselves, but never able to move again. It is a cursed elixir, when unrefined, not meant for races, unblessed by elves. So yes I did know they would kill one another. Salvial spoke with amusement looking to her as he explained it all. He was not stupid enough to give them a refined version of the potion. After all who wanted a human to live that long, least of all a slaver. The base product was easy to make compared to the refined version. Which only elves were capable of. Though humans had tried to pry the secret from the elves they captured. But learned very quickly they would rather kill themselves before they would give up the secret. Even broken they would never speak it. Many had bit there tongues, to remain silent. Salvial watched as the last wounded man leaned down and took the vial from the 'bosses' shirt. I... It's mine! It's mi- The man could not finish before something hit him. Slowly looking down shaking he dropped the vial. The vial dropped onto one of the corpses. The vial remained safe and unbroken, but as the man looked at the chest he found a dagger piercing it. Looking up to Salvial who's arm was outstretched now. Before anyone had realized it, he had pulled a dagger from somewhere and threw it. B.... Bastard.... Were this mans last words as he joined the corpse's upon the ground. Salvial released Clarisse for the moment moving to the man who had just fallen dead. Kicking him, the corpse flipped over, Salvial removed the dagger from his chest. Using the mans clothes to clean the blood from the dagger. He proceeded to collect the vial and tuck it back into his shirt. Simplest method, make them fight themselves, and kill who's left. Wouldn't you agree, little Ms. Kitten? Salvial spoke clearly calling her such for obvious reasons. He knew not her name, and compared to him she was indeed smaller. He slowly walked back to her a gentle smile upon his face. He pulled out the Seal of the Slavers guild. You see, people never seem to check if you are really the owner of this thing unless they are from the guild. So it makes it easy to use against random people and lesser slaves. Well so long as it remains activated. Until someone realizes and reports that I killed the slavers guild member I took this form it's quite useful you see? Salvial spoke amused at his own trickery. He was no way involved with the guild. Unless you of course considered being involved as killing there members, then he indeed was. Moments after he had said that the seals red marks faded black. Salvial looked at him quite disappointed, with the fact it had gone out. Well they caught wind of that quicker then I expected. Aw, well, it was unlikely that I would of had a chance to use it again before they found the corpse's anyways. Salvial spoke sighing as he threw the seal back to the corpses. Perhaps that was a unwise move for him, because in the next moments he and her would hear something horrible. The sound of thundering boots coming from the town, the alarm sounded loudly enough for even humans at this distance to hear. Soon the causes of the sounds were in view. The entire town guards were charging at them. Aaaaaand now we run. Salvial spoke throwing Clarisse over his shoulder. Before he could start running the procession stopped a good enough distance away. Halt! In the name of Lord Genneroth! You! Many accounts of you have been spotted through out our city, and you are charged with Assaulting a slaver, Four counts of slavers murders, damages to a tavern, six counts of murdering slavers guild members, and one count of Slave theft. If you surrender now you will live, and be put to slavery, resist and we will kill you! The man spoke drawing his sword, as all the others. Salvial just found himself chuckling reaching into his shirt pulling out three vials of red liquid. I believe I speak for the both of us, when I say, we will take option three, RUN AWAY! Salvial yelled quickly throwing the potions at them, and on a dime turned and ran. He was able to take three long strides before the vial's hit the ground. The men already surrounding it in there charge. The moment the vial's hit the ground the released in a violent burst. A plume of flames sprouted from the point of impact exploding around a good deal of the men. Screams of pain and agony rang out as the men were dazed and confused. Salvial darted into the forest losing none of his speed as he raced like a frightened rabbit running from a wolf. Salvial's body count had just risen at least a good twenty bodies, and no doubt he determinately wounded some. He raced for a good thirty minutes, without his stride slowing for even a moment. He had made far more distance then any human could without a horse, and within a forest such as this he had the vast advantage that he could outrun even horses. As he was more agile and capable of making sharper turns. As he came to a slow stopping as soon as he was sure that no one was around. He could hear no signs nore sense any intent. He set the poor girl down, feeling himself chuckling. Well wasn't that invigorating. Nothing gets the blood pumping like someone trying to kill you, or a good escape. Salvial laughed he seemed a bit odd. But by no means was he out of his mind. He was right though, he had felt her heart racing as he ran.