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Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

So it's all done, right? Ezer barked to the ones responsible for all that paperwork, receiving a nod in return. It paid well, but going through the motions was a pain, more so with those bright eyes looking at him. A wizard then every word he said to Navie sounded like a spit, sudden and rude. You better be good, half lizard, I don't want dead weight on the job he said, looking him all over, sizing him up. Fancy clothes, pretty face what normally would constitute flattery, sounded quite contemptuous in Ezer's mouth. Grabbing him by the arm, he basically dragged him outside calloused fingers digging his skin. The sooner we do this, the better Ezer seemed to be in a hurry. Remember rookie, this is a witch we are talking about, none of that academic nonsense you're packing he kept talking. Her power is as old as the land, and your rules don't apply to her, so open your eyes Ezer had his horse near enough the place as to reach it soon, making sure he was packing anything needed. The last sighting was along the edge of the green bog he instructed. A few days of travel south, but she really could be anywhere he sighed. You can't trust the word of a cowardly peasant Ezer grinned, ready to ride. Call me Ezer he added, almost an afterthought. Do you have any questions to waste our time with? added, not bothering much with asking his name.
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Those first few minutes were exceptionally educational. Ezer was impatient, he was crude, he respected brawn over brains and found things that looked inexperienced to be of annoyance. Navie could taste the anger rising in his stomach, but he bit it back for the moment, until he was roughly manhandled out the door of their meeting chamber and toward the stables. Excuse me. He barked, but he was ignored, and with Ezer dragging him along, his only slightly above average strength was fairly apparent, making him exceptionally weak for a half-dragon of any other type than gem. The grip was tight, and Navie easily identified the larger man as physically overwhelming to him, although he wasnt feeling less confident about his own talents in the shadow of the bruiser dragging him through the street and listing off details he had already read through in the contract he had signed. Ezer, He mentally recorded before the man let him go to tend to his horse, a thought that did not please Navie. Horses werent particularly fond of him, although he had rented one for the trip regardless, it was finicky and back at the stable. The impatience of the man was likely going to make them very argumentative over this trip. His tail lashed, the hair at the end whipping across the cobblestones. Ive no questions you basically summed up the entirety of our contract and the information as if you thought I--a mage didnt know how to read. As far as the academic nonsense I am packing, youll need it plenty if youre going to go rushing headlong into a scrap with a witch. Youll end up cursed or worse if you dont listen to me, as Im quite knowledgeable about other spellcasting types, and if you dont spend the whole trip proving your acuity by running your head into trees, youll maybe learn something. He was barking belligerent, but afterwards just walked around the large horse, I guess Ill go get my horse, since youre so eager to ride off into the twilight. Navie is my name, in case you would like to refer to me as something other than half-lizard, but if you insist on pet names, Ill give you one. He threatened as he walked toward the stables at the edge of the Guild Halls walls, Just as a warning.
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Ezer looked at the rookie's tantrum, partially angry but also amused. It seemed that the lizard had bark to spare, but what worried him if it he had any bite to go along with it. He was right, a witch could be bad business, that's why the payout was so grand, so tempting, but Ezer wasn't going to show any appreciation about that knowledge Navie talked about. Ezer spat on the ground as his partner walked away fuming, with those critters it was always hard to guess the age, but he did seem pretty young in his eyes. A dragon wizard with attitude, tsk he mumbled unheard, waiting for him to bring back his horse so they could set off. He always found that defiance, that fire in the eyes enticing, something that you never got even if you paid for it. Maybe the trip wouldn't be so bad. Either the boy was capable enough to earn a bit of praise together with his disdain and the job ended soon enough, or the boy was all talk and he would have to do everything by himself once more, using the chance to berate him. He didn't even consider ending up bested by a witch, damned backwater wizards, that's what they were. It was going to be his second one, the first one he eliminated during a solo work. It haven't been dignified nor pretty, as he made himself look wounded, persecuted by fanatics into her forest, earning her sympathy as he knew her story of hatred with an order of paladins. That night's sleep was her last one, and the job was done with only a knife. Sure, this one wouldn't be so easily tricked, and Ezer knew nothing about her past to exploit in such a way, so maybe it was good to have the wizard with him? He just needed a lesson or three. Hey, dragon boy, now you got me curious Ezer grinned seeing him return ready for the trip. He seemed uneasy with his mount, something that already irked him a bit. They couldn't get into the bog mounted, so maybe it was nothing, but if they were ambushed on their horses and the boy spoiled his concentration by not being accustomed to a mount, things could get ugly. What nickname were you going to give me? he asked, amused with himself.
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The horse was the beginning of an irksome time with the human boy. Navie had to get used to his attitude, his treating him like he was a child, his criticising his every movement, but over the course of the travel, the dragon also appreciated tiny nuances Ezer was capable. Ezer was efficient. Ezer had a quirk about asking odd questions that threw Navie's expectations into the wind like what pet name he would have gotten, which Navie had stumbled through a few of over the course of their travel, usually after the end of some fight--he'd promptly say Maybe that nickname should have been this instead but the first answer was simple and to the point to counter half-lizard human child. Was Navie older than the man to his side? Maybe, maybe not. He didn't care to discuss it. His mother had been a Tallfellow clan Halfling, so he aged differently than the other, by virtue of both his parents. It was hard to tell, his draconic height growing him to 54, a decent elven size. Years passed on the planet rarely accounted for much in the end, anyway. Experience was what mattered. Humans experienced things in bursts of speed unlike many of the other races, and by a glance at the frowning, beleaguered fighter with the sarcastic wit, it was easy to tell he'd been forced to age quickly. A few problems arose on the way to their quarry. Navie was quite capable in a fight, although perhaps a bit less cautious than one would expect of a mage. He did get tossed from his horse at one point in their first run in with bandits, but he recovered easily and seemed unconcerned with battle damage. The magic on his clothing became readily apparent after that, since by the time they were done, the outfit had acquired more tears than not and was stained with blood. It was fully back to normal by morning, the same as he, and without a blemish to marr his pretty skin despite one of the blades having dug into his side two inches the night before. Mage and healer. It readily became apparent that some amount of his arcane might was spent in the reparation of wounds, an odd quirk of his draconic heritage allowing him access to what would have been considered divine to most others. Despite how salty Ezer got, or how angry they both were at each other, Navie never let the other go to sleep without the full effects of his healing, and seemed to reserve himself in fights to be sure he was able to do it at the end. It was also quickly apparent that Navie himself rarely needed this divine gift, healing faster over the night than would have been expected. They certainly argued. Navie didn't take well to being condescended to, and was happy to condescended right back. He'd offered knowledge that Ezer had blown off about witches hexes and primary tactics, and they had argued at long length about the damn horse after it ran away from Navie and they had needed to find it, the dragon's cheeks burning in humiliation the whole time. Feel free to do the skip?
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Ezer hounded Navie about how his magic made him reckless and stupid, about how simple bandits had made him fell from the horse, how that same horse flew away from him... The list went on and on, be it full of real flaws or just nitpicking, Ezer used his own experience living and fighting lacking everything as a blanket support for any argument he made. If Navie behaved like this was because he didn't have to kill someone with his bare hands, if Navie behaved like that was because he hadn't been starving on a trench for days... and so on, and on, and on. Anything and everything was suitable to not recognize how useful his domain over magic was. And damn it was useful. It didn't matter if it was to attack, for utility or healing, it seemed that the dragon boy could do everything. Ezer was sure that such thing required effort and study, but treated Navie as if such prowess was just gifted to him in his dragon blood, as it was an undeserved inheritance. But beyond all that there was a modicum of respect, as Navie was the only one who was capable of matching him in that road of mutual disrespect, mocking his lack of education or manners at every time it was possible. Most adventurers would have ended up fighting and losing him, packing up and walking away or just outright crying as that elven sorceress once did. Days passed by faster than expected, and even if Navie irked him, even he would admit that it was better than being alone. Well, admitting it surely not, unless drunk or threatened with death, but at least he thought about it. In the end, they reached the Green Bog, a noxious swamp that had been a forest not so long ago, the land poisoned by a magic that, once again, Ezer didn't understand. You are lucky, dragon boy, the horses can't go beyond here so you will get rid of yours for a while he said with a smile. Or maybe the lucky one is the horse, that doesn't have to carry an inexperienced rider his smile turned into a dry laugh while he dismounted and tied his horse to a rotten tree stump. Let me help before you fall on your ass he added, aiding him down the horse and tying it, disguising his interest as an insult. Now do something useful, like track the witche's magics or something. I can't follow prints or traced in that mire he pointed.
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Navie wouldn't have admitted it to anyone aloud--he barely admitted it to himself-- but arguing and fighting was actually not unpleasant with Ezer. Yes, sure, in the moment he was furious, throwing back insults, condescending the same way to the human as he was condescended to, but at the end of each day, he was left with a calm confidence that Ezer wasn't going anywhere. After all, if he hadn't stormed off while they were screaming at each other, he wasn't going to storm off now. And he was too blunt to be a thief, which helped Navie relax even more. Plus, being polite was stressful, and yelling and arguing came naturally to the violet dragon. Ezer moved up to his side after he had dismounted, Navie nervous about getting off the horse and taking much longer than his counterpart. The offer to help him down was one of several small kindnesses that Ezer had extended in the form of insult over their trip. While, usually, Navie balked, the horse was easily his least favourite part about this trip. It had bitten him several times, kicked him once, bucked him thrice. When the human steadied it and reached up to assist, Navie didn't complain or argue one bit for fear Ezer might rescind his offer. The human's hands on his hips, his clawed fingers gripped Ezers forearms and he shifted his leg over the horse warily. The mage was sure footed and undaunted in a fight, but in this act he had a hard time hiding his fear. Lack of adrenaline and all that. He was not as light as his height would have made another, the weight of scales and that heavy tail adding, but the human lifted him down without much effort, showing his formidable strength. The horse made a noise of irritation, but didn't move in the presence of an expert. Navie nodded his thanks, muttered it under his breath, and then the awkward moment of blushing was gone as they shifted away from each other and Ezer easily slipped back into insults. Jackass, Navie retorted, but his hand went to the pouch on his side and, after a bit of digging, pulled out a feather. He clasped it between his hands and whispered to it as he would a child in draconic, If known the creature we're searching for, the power to tell is mine, lead us then upon her door, the witch called Valursa. The light betwixt his hands grew bright, bouncing off his iridescent scales in a rainbow array that illuminated his face as he gave the order, Divine! and he let it go. The feather was no more, though Navies eyes saw what no one else could, a bobbing and floating light in the shape of the feather that he could follow straight to his quarry, shifting around him to show him the way like a compass. This way, then. He spoke, simply, beginning into the swamp.
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Jackass? And here I thought I had just heard a thank you... Ezer smirked. Go on with the light show, don't let me distract you he shooed Navie away, getting his trappings ready in the meantime. All the days of nagging and joking, the sarcasm and insults, all lead to that moment of truth. Either they ended the witch or... well, there was no other option. They were contract bound to kill her, so the only way to breach that magical pact was death, and then it wouldn't matter. Not that he planned on dying, nor letting that purple runt die either. If people got wind that he had lost a partner that would only add to the awful reputation he had, and getting jobs would get harder and he would have to resort to the military. Ezer had promised himself to never go back to the military. Already? he asked, hiding his surprise as he was caught daydreaming. Whoa, were the hell do you think you are going? Ezer hurried into the emerald swamp, wet and hideous. For you to open march I'd have to be dead. Or crazy. Or wanting to let you die he said, holding him by the shoulder and passing by. And none of that applies. Maybe just the second if I keep too long with you he grumbled, unsheathing his sword and starting the walk. Chopping one of the last long tree branches they were going to see in a while, Ezer used it as a pole, checking the depth every few steps, making sure they weren't going to sink into a watery grave. Just keep me informed of the direction he barked, visibly tense. Navie had never seen him like that, not even with the bandits, who were no trouble for a warrior like Ezer. Now he was wary, his jokes were over and just his posture made clear how dangerous he could be. That witch can't just live wherever, she must have some kind of lair around whispered, slowly advancing through the bog, green slimy water reaching his knees.
Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

Navie blushed at being called out for being impolite, but then recalled the insult that had brought about his calling the other male a jackass and felt less sheepish, Thank you, then, he said, correcting himself before the other jumped off after him to stop his walking forward. It was almost flattering--hearing he didn't want him dead was the lowest bar for compliments, but it was one of those tiny things Navie was starting to enjoy about the gruff soldier. Forward he stepped, cautiously and carefully, into the mud ahead of Navie, tense. The dragon muttered directions softly, whispering them behind Ezer so as not to interfere with listening. Walking through the mud in his boots was unpleasant, the soft leather dampening and sticking as he went, but he didn't step off the trail lead. No graceless plummets into the marsh, no foolish missteps. It took a while, but after a time of walking their slow march, the feather light glowed bright to Navie, indicating their proximity. Navie reached out to touch Ezer upon the shoulder, claws tapping his skin for attention. We're close now, he mouthed when Ezer gave him his eyes, unwilling to speak aloud. The element of surprise was not guaranteed, but not one he was willing to give up without effort. He gestured ahead to an outcropping of trees and steady land, doubtlessly obscuring the fighting area they would be forced to contend upon.
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Ezer's fingers tensed on the sword hilt, knuckles turning white, when Navie warned him that they were close. He knew that he had to be silent, so Ezer saved himself the effort of pointing it with a gesture. Slowly emerging to the steady land, Ezer soon noticed that those tree weren't normal or in fact, weren't trees at all. Blackened like a fire had scarred them, the bark of those trees formed distorted human figures, as if some powerful magic had twisted and turned every person that dared to incur in the ire of the witch. Magic, there it was one of the reasons he disliked it, how prone to abuse it was, how much horror could it create. Looking around the forest of burned souls, there didn't seem to be no trace of any witch nor a house. Ezer looked back at Navie, ready to berate him for messing up with the spell, but he saw in the half dragon's eyes that something was wrong as he looked upwards. There, creating a structure of sorts between the elongated bodies of those mockery of trees, there was an intricate cathedral of spider webs, a housing on its own merit. No, that seemed more of a nest than anything remotely resembling a human dwelling. The threads seemed to move, but Ezer didn't know if it was the wind or something moving along them, watching them from above. Burn it he whispered, a dry request to his partner.
Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

Navie watched that expression twist on him, and his violet crystalline eyes gestured up rather insistently. Ezer got the hint, looking up and pausing before asking him to burn the webbing above. He took a breath, and nodded, pulled his clawed hands back, took something from his pouch and hummed softly, a murmur in Draconic was followed by a burst of flame in his hand, and he threw it above them like a tiny beach ball. As it reached an appropriate height, it burst outward into a sphere that sent waves of heat over the two of them and engulfed the webbing above. The feather popped out of view as his concentration ended, insistently pinging upward. At that moment, Navie dashed to the side to put space between himself and Ezer so they couldn't easily both be targeted by a counterspell. A hiss filled the horror space and the trees creaked as if in a choir of backing voices as they moaned in tune to the rising tensions. I'll let you take point on the bad guy, since it will inevitably end up harming your character permanently.
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Ezer was running through the trenches, magical explosions shaking the ground, making him unable to go anywhere but forward in the narrow corridor. Bodies with his same uniform were scattered here and there, but even in death they moved, their desiccated hands trying to grasp him, to make him trip and fall. He stopped for a moment, as those weren't his fellow soldiers, but the victims of the witch, where was he? What was chasing him? It didn't matter, he had to keep running, he just had to. Small black spiders populated the walls of the trench, getting out of every crevice and hole in the dirt. The ground was getting wetter and wetter, from dirt to mud, every step taking a bit more and more of Ezer's strength. But even then he kept moving forward, he had to, they had a job to do. They... they... Yes, he wasn't alone, not anymore. There was... someone, who got him on his nerves but even then... No, there was no time. Don't think, just run. His right arm felt numb, the shoulder was killing him and he didn't know why. In the end, the trench seemed to be over in a wall of dirt, there was no way out of there. Turning around he saw that the way he had followed there disappeared as well, ending up in a small ditch on the ground, a grave that was rapidly filling of green slimy water. Ezer tried to climb, but he only ended pulling clods of earth, with him on the way down, more and more spiders getting out from the holes he made. He was trapped and he had nowhere to go, growls and howls awaited in the darkness outside the hole he was in, whatever Ezer planned didn't work. He wouldn't be able to face that alone, he wouldn't be able to survive it, and there was no one there to help, no one who would lend a hand unless... Navie? he asked, seeing a clawed silhouette of a hand appear to help. Without a second thought he accepted it and was violently pulled out, feeling the fur on the rescuing hand, red burning eyes the last thing he saw. Navie! Ezer woke up, screaming and sweating, dressed with the bare minimum and Navie by his side, all dirty but uninjured, his tail around Ezer's body. He looked to his right shoulder, unable to see it well, but it seemed that the bite was gone and he felt quite well all things considered. It was still dark, but a slight shine in the horizon signaled that the dawn was close by. Navie, what happened? I can't remember all of it... Ezer felt unwell for a moment, a hunger roaring inside, his blue eyes flickering red for a moment. Ughh... something's... I'm not well he mumbled, seemingly back to normal, still feeling uneasy.
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His name, like a cry through the water, filtered into his dreams. The exhausted dragon took a moment to register it, but then it was repeated louder and with more clarity and Ezer sat up and that rocked Navie out of his sleep instantly, the boy sitting up with a Hn?! His hair was a mess of iridescent curls, dipped in muck and clinging to his face. He looked at Ezer, sitting up, and blinked away the tears of relief. Oh good , he thought. He pulled the tail away from across the other male's abdomen before shifting to his knees. The detail of Ezers red eyes was missed on the sleep-deprived dragon, but Ezers sickened condition was not. He reached up and pushed the others bangs out of the way so he could press his forehead to his, gauging his temperature. Navie was cold and still a bit damp, so his estimation was interfered with and he frowned. As far as his sleepy mind was concerned, the soldier was deep in fever. His action was sleepy. His tail flicked behind him. He barely registered how close he was, except to groggily think how nice Ezer's breath tasted as it exhaled across his lips. He leaned back onto his haunches, swaying. I'm glad you're awake. I was worried, but we have to address the sickness He dug through his endless pack, pulled out several herbs in small bags. He answered, softly, the question that Ezer had asked that he knew would earn him a fight he didn't want to have, You collapsed.. she ran. I didn't pursue. He left it up to Ezer to decide whether he thought Navie was being cowardly. He didn't really want to admit he had been insanely worried. He pulled a bowl out, crushing some herbs into it with a small dash of water as he talked. The medicine didn't smell bad, but it wasn't exactly satisfying or tasty. He put the mixture on the end of a spoon, holding it up as if trying to feed a child. He didn't mean to, but he opened his mouth in an instructive way. It was something of a patronising action, but it was also cute, sleepy, unintended, without malice.