Az had been in Lomedor for a few days, and heard a loud commotion coming from the square from his hotel that he was staying at one morning. He sat up in bed, the sun combusting in the window and into his eyes. The sudden light made him fall back onto the bed and roll out and dodge the light. He opened his eyes and squinted, letting his eyes adjust to the morning blaze.

He walked over to the window once they adjusted, and moved aside the white silk curtains. He looked outside towards the square, but most of it was blocked by another building just across the street. Still curious to get an idea about it from his room before actually going to down see it, he opened his window and sat on the ledge, listening now. The soft morning breeze blew the curtains back, and cooled down his warm body from his sleep. Next to the quiet breeze, he heard lots of talking, laughter, a small amount of music, yelling, just one big commotion. He didn't know what it was exactly yet, but judging by the sound it sounded like festival maybe.

A little more curious now he got off the ledge, closed the windows, fixed the curtains, and put on his normal clothes. Those so happened to be black and white pants, specially made for fighting, and black dojo shirt, also made for fighting. Just a basic fighting attire, but it was a normal attire for him. Then he left.

Az wandered his way out of the hotel and outside, and to the square where all the commotion was. Before he even got there, he saw that the streets were packed, and crowds of people were going down the road to the square. He followed through, pushing through the crowd to find what was going on. He was expecting a carnvial or something, or maybe a travelling show. But it wasn't.

As soon as he got there, it was just a big festival, where you can buy goods. And a lot of them. Not quite as what was expected, but there seemed to be a few interesting things. Following through the crowd more, he browsed through all of the street shops, seeing all kinds of goods. Fabircs, pots, engraved stones, relics, weapons, armor, fortune tellers, the usual really. But something else caught his eye that he hadn't seen before.

At first he heard it before he saw, and he barely even heard it over the noice of the crowd. Melodic sounds, sounding Spanish slightly, vibrated through the air in the tone of a guitar. Az's ears perked to it, and he followed the sounds, breaking out of the crowd. He found a few people gathered around a little group creating the sounds which Az heard.

He went over to it, and heard it more clearly. It was a very melodic sound, just one or two guitar licks in a loop, with a couple drums beating like crazy to fill up the sound with percussion. Then he caught site of a woman dancing to it, flowing and graceful with them melodies of the music. He walked and stood in the middle of the crowd gathered around and watched the woman with an intense gaze, totally mezmerized. He found her to be quite beautiful, not the typical peasant woman you find around a lot. She weas quite tall for a woman, standing tall around 5'11", had long black hair blowing a little in the breeze, tanned brown skin, and dark brown eyes that twinkled to go along with it. He was just totally in his own world as he watched her. The woman met his pure black eyes' gaze, and smiled subtly at Az, making his stomach leap and snap back into reality. He couldn't tell if she was a gypsy, because hse didn't have the same attire, but gypsies were always decieving.

He then backed up a little bit, knowing better than to get caught into situations like that. It was hard for him, and the woman did a good job at luring him there and making him guilty of going away. Az had to have a strong mind to get out of it, and he did, since he got away. He turned around and bumped into someone. "Whoop, sorry, wasn't quite myself there. Didn't see you." He said to them, and kept walking away. He hoped he didn't bump into the wrong person, but he shrugged it off and kept going.

Az suddenly had a thought that he needed someone else in his life, but he pushed that thought out of his head like it was burning his hands. It was crazy to him, but it brought him back to the woman dancing again, and got caught in her dancing once again. He listened to the music, and watched again with intensity to her graceful movements in sync with the music.

Lizzy, Liz, Elizabet, Betty, nag nag nag...that was all her parents ever did to her before she left for her own life. Her name, Elizabet, could be turned into many different nicknames or shortened versions. And she hated it, not her name but the fact that it had so many thing derived from it. She had sent a letter to them not to long ago from the temple...and what did she get...more nagging. She had a sense of duty, but sheesh! Liz had a life of her own, she got enough orders around the temple and she didn't need it from them anymore. That was exactly why she ran off...well not exactly, she left notice of absence a week before she even mailed the letter. So everyone knew she'd be gone for the next three days. She had to send two letters really, to her parents, one in dragon form, and one that was magicked straight to her mother.

This girl Liz was one of those odd doubly magical mixed breeds. Her mother Amara was a Valkyrie and her Father a Adamantine Dragon. As such she had a few features that distinguished her from the rest of the crowd as she walked along enjoying the festivities. Her hair was a golden, maybe even hazel like color that looked as if it was made of slightly crystallized segments. Her eyes looked like the were stained glass, her skin was flawless and never changed, because it was thin like a humans but as hard as dragon's scales. She had slightly sharper teeth, and claws, definitely claws. But she managed to hid all of those ghastly features with wit, charm, and the clothes she wore today.

She had donned a white skirt with holes in the shape of lilies that circled in a spiral upwards until the reached her thighs. The skirt extended down to the middle of her shins from her waist. She wore a long sleeved shirt that opened up wide at the ends of sleeves for plenty of room and concealment. She wore a silver circlet on her head and a small silver necklace wrapped around her left arm. She wore no shoes, she felt no need nor compelling desire to do so. On her right foot she then wore a golden spiraling anklet. That was Liz, what you see though isn't exactly what you get.

Traversing the streets for a while, before finally coming to the main place of the festivities she looked around the town mainly. Some places less in poverty than the others, just like any other place in the world, she helped a person here and there in minor ways and caused a bit of trouble with some of the younger guys as she past. It was all about balance, good and evil were options for her as long as she canceled one out with the other. But back to the main of the story, she had spent much of her morning looking at the city. However when she came to the dancing sector of these festivals, she could not help but be amazed. Lizzy had always loved dancers, and the whole of the performance people. They had talents she could never hope to have, her voice always came out dragon-like, and her movements where battle like. It was just in her blood,

There was one dancer that seemed to be catching everyone's eye though. She looked to be of the Roma, the Gypsies, and as she elbowed her way through the crowd she came up beside a guy (Az) . Staring transfixed at her movements, her glass eyes traced her every movement, it was so mesmerizing and it pulled her away from reality. It took her a moment and she was back. And more than ever she wised she could move like that.

((My opening is a bit long, but I'll post a little less usually in this RP if that suits you.))

The air was sweet and the sky was pure, the perfect day for celebrations. The Lomedor Square was buzzing with activates, Merchants selling and gypsies dancing. This annual event was for the springtime, when the flowers bloomed and the air smelt like honey and green grass. Sarain had always loved spring, especially when he was growing up in the Taurai woods. Living there gave the spy a different perspective on nature, looking deeper into the happenings around him. He watched flowers grow and streams form, a testament to the science of erosion. He learnt that he could use everything around him as a tool, the village elders telling the children stories of many adventures where nature helps them in many situations.

The spy had recently discovered that he was bound by the element of nature. For so long he struggled with finding his identity and what he truly was and what he really believed in. He discovered that Liara protected him, Sarain knowing that she protected him for he was a follower of nature. He once believed the shadows ruled over him, Raku taking his soul as his own as he used the darkness to conceal his true feelings and personality. Now that he knew who he was, the spy was at peace.

He walked through the large crowd, wearing his casual clothing for he wasn't on a contract. He had been out of work for awhile now; choosing to take some time off for his should to have a rest. The stress of infiltration and spying was too much for Sarain and he needed a holiday. A vendor stood on the side of the street, selling rare daggers that glinted in the sunlight. They were of very good make, forged with the finest of metals. Sarain couldn't pass up the opportunity of purchasing one, his dagger becoming quite rust and old. He wanted something that was easier to kill and to show off with.

He saw the perfect one, the metal curving slightly. The flat piece of steel a deadly weapon that had probably killed many victims. It was very sharp, the keen of the blade visible from the sidewalk.

"Hello sir, would I be able to purchase the dagger with the curved edge."

Sarain pointed to the dagger sitting behind the old vendor. The man had a long beard, standing tall for his age. He was well built, as though he was a retired warrior who decided to sell the weapons he had no need for anymore. He smiled as he realized what the spy had chosen, taking the fine dagger in his strong hands, and placing it on the table infront of him.

"Fine choise, a rare dagger that only a select few have in there belongings. I purchased it from a man named Silnimare, a very fine warrior in my opinion. You should be very proud for I am selling it to you for a very cheap price."

The vendor named his price, Sarain stunned out how cheap the steel was. He knew that the quality made the blade much more expensive than the offered price, so the spy had no choice but to purchase the fine weapon. He took the gold coins from his pouch and gave it to the man, picking the dagger up with two hands and looking at the blade. It was even better at close range, the dagger could slip through a mans chest like it was butter. Sarain latched the sheath of the dagger, which was a pouch made with strong leather, onto the right side of his belt. He left his old dagger on the left side, the old blade still holding a place in his heart for it had helped him out of many bad situations.

After he made the purchase, the spy continued down the path. He was a very proud man today, knowing that he didn't have any responsibilities that took priority. All he had to do was enjoy himself, the food, the beer and the rare items that were being sold. He continued walking until he arrived at a group of musicians that were playing a type of foreign music that was unknown to him. There was a small crowd that had gathered around the performers, mesmerised by the enchanting song and the beautiful dancer who danced like an angel.

What is this? It's so magnificently beautiful.

Sarain decided to stay and watch, moving in closer as the music continued to play and the woman danced with wonder and excitement. Suddenly, a man turned around and walked straight into the spy. It was a shock, the bump taking him out of the trance.

"Whoop, sorry, wasn't quite myself there. Didn't see you."

The spy tried to hold his anger for the man diverted his attention away from the music and the woman. He didn't have a chance to say anything for the strange man, dressed in the clothes of a martial artist disappeared before he could open his mouth. Before he could think again, his eyes and ears were yet again transfixed on the performance infront of him. He didn't see the fighter come back; caught in the music he desperately tried to get out of. Sarain knew that something was not right and there was a spell being placed on everyone who listened and watched, but he didn't let the thoughts take hold for the music didn't let them. It continued playing and he doubted that it would stop anytime soon.

(OOC: I'm purchasing a dagger from Siln but I haven't go it yet. I may never get it cause its an auction, but I'm sure that I have it. I just needed to purchase it IC and this was the perfect opportunity. I'm still gunna participate in this topic, Its gunna be great ^_^ )

Erk was easily drawn to the large crowd of people. Something that didn't involve thinking, only a great deal of walking. While Erk abhored any physical activity, he would rather do that and let his mind wander. That was very easy to do, he thought, as he watched an alluring gypsy woman dance with intoxicating grace. his eyes wwere all but blank as he stared at the nicely tanned woman, black hair flowing, hips swaying, body just beautifal. If only he actualy cared about meeting women, this would be much more enjoyable. However, the show it self was good enough for him.

As Erk stared without bothering to blink, he did notice the other movements of the crowd., as well the the soon arriving vendors. That interested him even more. he had learned that these travelling salesmen often had great items of worth without knowing it at all. he also knew that it was a chore finding them. However, he decided to abandon his laziness, a feat for him, and see if he could locate an item or two. Erk shovd himself away from the beautifal gypsy, who was very busy entertaing other men, and began to stalk slowly through the stalls.

Most of what Erk saw was bits of shiny, aluring junk that most stalls had. Erk flipped through those cassualy, not bothering to even listen to the stall owners explain to him why he needed these certain bits of junk. Others had knives, swords, axes. Junk for those who love to brawl it out in the streets.

Erk soon realized that there was nothing in the booths worth buying for him, and made his way back to the alluring gypsy. He found himself standing beside a lady wo seemed to be entranced by the gypsy's movement as much as everyone else.

"Is she realy that great?" Erk mumbled to himself.

((Wow this is a great topic, just for men and one lady. That gypsy is just that good :lol: ))

Az watched still with the same intense gaze, tempted to join in and dance with her. But his sanity and modesty kept him out of it out of fear of embarrasement. He looked at her in the morning light, wondering what she would look like in the sunset like, or in candlelight. Maybe he could make a reservation gig for her at night, or at dusk, just to see what the light would do to her memorable qualities.

As Az watched the graceful lady, he somehow noticed with some unfathomable notion that he was joined by other transfixed people. He broke out of his own transfixation and looked at the guy he happened to bump into earlier, barely even recognizing the guy. But who could with just a little scuffle like that? He looked to his other side and saw another lady, also very concentrated on the dancing gypsy. He was quite at amazed what a gyspy could attract, but knew that the superstition surrounding them kept them out of touch with normal people. He didn't believe in that bad mojo crap, so he wouldn't mind taking one of them out for a drink....

He looked back, and found himself swaying from side to side only slightly, in rythmn with the music. Hearing what the next new guy next to Elizabet said, he responded obliviously, "Yeah, she is that great." His eyes had a glazed look on them, giving them a dark gray shine to them over his pure blackness in them. He didn't blink either, so maybe they were drying out...

((Anyone mind if I take control of the gyspy, add in a little fun?))

Shelendri wondered through the streets, enjoying the festival. Vendors called out their wares, seeming almost desperate to attract buyers. She smiled to herself. They could yell all they wanted. Unless they had something she wanted, she wasn't going to give them any of her money. She taken the chance of the festival to dress up a bit and wear something other than her normal white tunic and black leather breechers. Today she wore a blue dress, the colour almost matching her eyes. It was form-fitting, showing off feminine assest she usually didn't advertise. She would have chosen something looser, but the dressmaker hadn't had any dresses that were cut looser. The full skirt of the dress had slits in it, showing off the amethyst under-skirt every time she walked. She liked the effect, and the colours. She also liked the embroidery on the sleeves, and the ribbon the crossed the bodice a number of times, letting her tighten the dress even more if she had been in the mind to.
Going further down a street, she caught a faint hint of music. Intregued, she followed it. The notes drifting through the air lead her to a small crowd gathered around a few musicians and a dancer. The dancer looked like a gypsy, and danced like one as well. The crowd watching her seemed mostly to be made up of men, but there were a few women dotting it. The dancing had a bit of a mesmerising effect, but Shelendri shook her head and scanned the crowd. All of them, including the women, seemed completely transfixed on the dancer. Shelendri frowned. She'd seen dancers that could hold a persons attention, but not to this extent.
Moving further into the crowd to investigate, she bumped into a man. She offered him an appologetic smile. "Sorry." A closer look revealed it to be Az, a man she'd met on her second day in Lomedor. And standing near him was the mage she'd met at Wilwarin Pub. She smiled at them both. "Hello there, you two. I didn't expect to see you again. Enjoying the dancing." She cast a look over her shoulder at the dance, then turned back to them. She frowned at the glazed look in their eyes, and in the eyes of everyone around them. She waved a hand in front of Az's face. "Az? Are you listening to me?"

Sarain stood there, his eyes and ears on the performers infront of him. Many people had gathered to listen, a crowd of people transfixed on the beautiful gypsy and the flowing music. The spy heard saw nothing but the gypsy, smiling as she danced, her smile as white as the sands of Earsul Marina. He didn't pay attention the conversations that appeared around him, knowing that they were just people mindlessly talking about irrelevant things that didn't concern him. He lost track of time, seconds seeming like minutes as his mind twirled.

I feel...hungry.

The spy needed food, his stomach aching as though he hadn't eaten in days. This was quite strange for he had eaten a large bowl of porridge this morning, not being able to finish it for it satisfied his morning hunger to the point where he felt like he was going to explode. This pain in his stomach appeared out of nowhere, the feeling like being stabbed by a blunt knife. He tried to ignore the pain, the gypsy too good for him to take his eyes off her. The pain became too much for him, the spy turning around and looking for food that he could shovel down his throat.

He smelt something on the air, an aroma that smelt like heaven but almost made him throw up. He heard sizzling food in a fire oven, cooking as the aromas drifted through the air. He heard it over the beautiful music that had taken his soul and it was much more refreshing than it could ever be.

Why am I so...weak and starving?

The only thing missing was the food, Sarain looking around as he tried to find where the mysterious sound and smell was coming from. He began to panic, the pain becoming more immense and the hunger making his gut wrench as it tried to fill up the empty space. He didn't think about where all the waste had gone and how it disappeared for all he thought about was finding the food that he desperately needed.

"Where's the food! Give me the sodding food you bloody herder!"

The spy had had enough of this, screaming as he clenched his gut and bent over. Some people around him stopped but others passed him off as a lunatic. He couldn't blame them for that's what he sounded like, a crazy man on drugs. He was too weak to speak, the hunger bringing too much pain. He felt like vomiting out his stomach although he knew that wasn't possible. It was horrible and all he wanted to do was pass out or even die if it stopped the pain. He didn't know what to do or where to turn to, but there was one thing he knew and that thought made it even worse than it already was. He knew that a spell had been cast on him and the pain wasn't going to stop until he found a cure. There was no food anywhere, the smell and the sound all apart of the hunger spell that was making him mentally unstable.

When...this stops, the man who is responsible will...

The last word came out as a screech that shook his bones; a noise filled with anger, hate and painful retribution.

"DIE!"

Snapped out of her entrancement by the sound of a loud man in hunger pains, Liz turned around to see...a rather loud, crazy looking, man who was having...hunger pains. For a moment something tugged on her heartstrings, something that made her want to give him something. But that was only for a moment, and had she thought on it more, money to the poor was just wasteful. She didn't have any food to spare and even if she did there were better things to be done, liking watching this marvelous dancer. It didn't bother her in the slightest if she didn't help this man, he had remained fairly quiet, but loud in his pain, until the word DIE! was shouted. Whence she had just turned around, she quickly spun back on her heel, glaring slightly as she did so, at the shouter.

She strode forward a step and then restraining herself she took a step back, not wanting to leave her dancer. As she did all this she nudged the guy beside her a couple of times. To keep from doing anything rash she forced herself to look at the man. As she did so it took her by surprise that she hadn't notice him before, 'have I really gotten so wound up that I can't take the time to notice someone as gorgeous as this man?' I need a drink...' she wasn't really thirsty but she meant that she needed to loosen up a bit. Being at the temple so much was having an affect on her. She wasn't raised to be the serving maiden, miss prissy, type of girl who was all proper. She drank mead, burped, and cussed like any other man...sometimes even more.

Forcing herself to do so, she talked to the guy saying, “So what exactly is your opinion on people who act like that in public. I mean, do you think he’s really that hungry? or does he belong in a crazy bin?”. As untraditional as it was, she wanted to assault him with a pickup line...when she had first started to train for the temple, she had spent every day of the week imposing upon the men. Practicing with them, showing them up, and asking them out...but they were all the same...bringers of peace and what not. As such they all tended to have the same personality that got boring after the first five minutes. Eventually she fell into that same type of person, but there was still some her left in there somewhere.

Shelendri was waiting for Az's response to her question when a man near him started acting strange. First his went on about food, and then he doubled over as if in a great deal of pain. Everyone around him either ignored him or glared at him, muttering angrily. This increased her worry that something wrong was going on here. But that could wait. The man looked like he was in a lot of pain.
She started pushing her way toward him, when he shouted the word 'DIE'. That surprised her, but she kept moving toward him. Reaching him, she put a hand on his shoulder. "Sir? Are you all right? You seem to be in pain." Her palm started to tingle ever so slightly. She frowned and bend to have a closer look at him. Something was definately wrong here. Could it be someone had put a spell on him? Her gaze brief cast around the crowd. Over all of them? It might explain why the dancing wasn't having the same effect on her as the rest of the crowd.

Erk turned his head to look at the man beside him who had actually taken time to answer him. So she did seem to be that great. Erk didn't think so, but then again, like most other times, he just didn't care whether it was great or not. Sure, it caught his eye, but it was nothing special. Just precise movements of muscles. Too physical for him to actually appriciate. Not that it wasn't alluring enough, no not that, it was just that, well, he was just too lazy to give crap. He kept staring though, because he didn't feel like going to the trouble of finding something else to stare at. This did, after all, pass the time marvelously.

As Erk stared without a care in the world, he happened to hear a voice. A rather familiar voice, since this voice had helped him once in a tight spot. Or rather its owner, but he didn't care to make the distinction in his mind. It was enough that he took time to recognize it than to pass it off as the other voices of the day. Blinking once, he turned his eyes toward a talented woman who he had recently discovered could travel through solid objects to kick large brutish men in the shins. Erk opened his mouth to say hello to her in return when he was interrupted. It was nothing much, only some random man screaming DIE to no one in particular. However, this nothing was enough to make Erk turn his head to look.

Erk knew the look and feel of someone under a spell. From the looks of this, this man was probably under a spell. he was clenching his stomach as if in great hunger, but hunger that great would have to build up over time, leaving the person unfortunate to have it very unfit. This man looked pretty fit to him. Erk sighed. He could have done something about it if he hadn't been thrown from his house and school for neglecting his studies, but alas, he only knew how to make things bright and shiny. Erk highly doubted this man felt like being bright and shiny at the moment.

Erk turned to the man who had answered his question before and spoke.

"So...you know what to do about that?" He nodded his head towards the poor pained man.

((Gosh the only bad part about all of you good rper's is that when you get behind, you get behind :grr: :lol: Oh yeah, and to clear my confusion, if you're referring to a certain character in basic decribing monologue, just say the characters name, or some obvious detail about them specifically. I can't tell if Elizabet was talking to Az or Erk. So I played it as if it was either. But no worries.))

Through Az's glazed eyes he saw something getting in his line of sight, a shadow something like a waving hand or something. He tried looking around it, moving a little to the side, but he came to and saw that it was a hand waving in his face trying to get his attention. He blushed a little bit and looked to see whot he hand belonged to. And it was surprisingly a familiar face, Shelendri, the girl who he met when he got jumped by the bandits.

"Shelendri! Hey! Sorry, I was um..." He looked back to the dancer to make sure he wasn't dreaming and finished, "Just watching the show." He said sheepishly with a little chuckle, jerking his head towards the dancer. He was about to go on with small talk when some hungry guy screamed out a verbal threat of death. He looked beyond Shelendri to see the man in agony, and just looked at him with an odd look. "Um... Sure, have fun." He said sarcastically, not really wanting the guy to hear that, but it just kind of came out.

Then he felt a nudging at his side and turned to see who it was, and it happened to be another woman, asking him about the hungry man. He shrugged at the awkward question, not really knowing what to say to it. He was going to respond when another person asked him a question. So many things at once were coming at him and his mind starting to panic in a goofy way, not used to so many people coming at him at once. I mean, he was used to more than three coming at him in a fight, but in a conversation, you can only do so much...

He answered in a way that answered both of the questions in a way, though mainly to Erk's question. "To something like that?" He started. "Either we feed him, or we get rid of him for the verbal threat indicated towards nobody. I like option B, what do you say?" He asked sarcastically with a grin. He looked to Elizabet and asked, "Sound good to you? How about you Shelendri?" He also asked to Shelendri too, just to see what she would think. She had seen him fight before, and maybe she'd disapprove. His mind was off and away from the dancer, and leaning more towards prepping for a beating. For some reason though it just didn't seem right with just a hungry man. Who knows, he might have been under a spell!

Shelendri turned her gaze from the man in pain to Az to frown at him. "No, we should not get rid of him. Can't you see he's in a lot of pain? He's probably had a spell cast on him." She pointed at the crowd. "Look around you. Have you ever seen a crowd this transfixed on one dancer? I mean, you yourself had this weird glazed look in your eyes. That isn't normal." Then she pointed at Erk. "He and I seem to be the only ones who aren't affected. And we're both magic users. The leads me to think that those gypsies are doing some kind of spell. Now, I suggest we get this man away from here. Because if he is under a spell, then it's got to be someone here that cast it on him." The thought that someone would cast a harmful spell on any innocent angered her, making her eyes spark. If she found who had done this, she had a mind to show him or her what being on the brunt end of a spell felt like.
She straighten. "Are you going to help me, or not?"

"Help me!"

The magicked spy lifted his head and screamed at the people to help him. His eyes were filled with anger rather than the pain that plagued his insides. His mouth burned with a strange sensation, indicating that the food was meant to go in there. He could still smell the food, hearing it as it sizzled on the fire oven. He didn't know what it was for it didn't matter if it was fried orc or crumbed fish; he would eat it either way. He didn't know if he was hungry enough to eat a human, but who knew what he would do while he was under this spell? The spy didn't believe that he would go to such lengths but he wasn't sure what he'd do as he pictured a human roasting on a spit and licked his lips.

He exerted all of his energy yelling, his legs buckling as he dropped to the ground. His hand was clutched to his stomach so hard that it would leave large bruises on his abdomen. The gypsy smiled as she watched, ignoring Sarains screams as she continued dancing. The music didn't stop either, the musicians pretending like there was nothing happening. Many people watching them noticed the hungry spy but were more interested in the gypsy and the flow of the music. They didn't care if he died for they were also under a spell, very well executed magic that put them in a trance and was difficult to get out of.

Sarain didn't notice any of this for all he was thinking of was food. Fresh ice cream direct from the dairy farmer and warm apple pie made by the local apple orchid. He saw roast pork with succulent dumplings on the side, cheese with crackers and orange marmalade. He didn't stop seeing the images, flashing before his eyes. He could taste the food on his lips and smell them as they went past, Sarain reaching out his hand as he lay on the ground. The spell was getting worse and the pain was becoming immeasurable. If someone didn't help the cursed spy soon, he'd kill himself with the dagger strapped to his side.


((Sorry about the short post, I've got nothing right now.))

She, being Liz, rolled her eyes over dramatically at Shelendri wanting to jump down her throat for the haste, but even though Az was being sarcastic she tended to agree with him. Instead she turned to the girl, “Actually I’m more a mage than anything...and I happen to be just as avidly watching this woman...” she cocked an eyebrow and gave her a rather...I am a b*tch deal with it look. She didn’t care though, not really, in fact it put her in good moods to have deflated someone's hot air from their head. It was just her, but so far she hadn’t quit warmed up to Shelendri...in fact she didn’t get along with a lot of girls. Liz always found the girl’s best flaws and became jealous of them quickly, and that was her fatal flaw. She lacked the ability to get along with those of the same gender as her, she was a Gladiator Girl, not a gossip.

She surveyed the scene again, her decision on this part was final, she wasn't going to help. But she wasn’t going to hurt him either, she would remain neutral like so many other before her, those that cared not whether it was right or wrong. They cared only for themselves, they loved only for themselves, and she decided she would be like them...to an extent. Turning to Az she said, “I find it much more entertaining though to watch this woman...so I’m not going to do a thing about... sorry, though I do hope you have fun in whatever you do.” she gave him a coy and flirty smile along with it and turned back to stare at the woman with her eyes distant and hollow once more. She fell into her enchantment...again.

He shrugged at Elizabet, and looked to the enchanted man. He must have been under a spell, because he just asked for help in a horrible way. Not as in food help, but as in, 'Help me there's something wrong with me!'.

Az went over to the guy, and put a hand on his chest, pushing him a few inches back. "Hey, you, you alright? Or do you need to leave?" He asked firmly as if he was security or something. He didn't know how the sick man would react, but Az was ready, ready to get back to the dancer at least. And if no one was to help him, so be it. He needed a good time in a one on one fight again anyways.

((ok I lost it too))

(OOC: Come on guys, don't just stand there. I'M DYING FROM HUNGER PAINS!)

(Shakes head at the poor posts...mabye a revival)

Erk, listened to the others remotely, his attention more focussed on the poor man needing food. His eyes were darting around to the multiple stalls, searching, searkching for something to eat. Anything realy. Well, for once Erk decided to come out of his little self-centered, lazy shell. He saw, but didn't pay much attention, to the hard built man kneel down beside the hunger stricken one and ask if he was alright, or if he needed to leave.

"Of course he's alright," Erk said sarcasticley. "Nothing wrong when you're ready to writhe on the ground from hunger pains. It's good for the health."

He decided to ingnore the woman who happened to want to watch the dance instead of help. he realy didn't find the woman all that attractive. To much of her trying to sell herself in his appinion. Instead, he decided to dig into his purse. NOt that there was much left. He had spent most of it trying to rent a room. What he did have left over was abotu enogh to buy a couple meat pies.

Stalking over to the nearest stall that was selling them, one where theowner happened to be engrossed with the dancing girl, he tried to buytwo. Since the owner was enchanted, Erk just decided to steal two, and regret the minor burns he had later. Blowing on them, he stalked back over to the man.

As he came up next tyo him, he spoke and held out one of the pies.

"Here ya go. Eat up, but not too fast. It's still rather hot."

(Or mabye not)

Az backed off tot he side a ltitle bit when Erk stepped forward and decided to feed the man. who knows, maybe he really was just hungry. Az didn't know what he was worried about with the man being under a spell. Sounded kind of far-fetched anyways. He shrugged and decided to help out a little too. He walked off for a few moments to a vendor booth selling fruits, bread, and such. He picked up a few big juicy apples, and a loaf of bread. If he couldn't get through using force, why not feed a man? A man will do anything for food, just because he likes to eat.

((Hell I do!))

He went back to the hungry and man handed the apples and bread. "Ok, sorry for coming off a little harsh a moment ago. I thought maybe you were under a spell or something stupid like that." He said sheepishly, blushing a little bit out of his own stupidity. Besides, it wasn't fair to fight someone with an empty stomach. "Take it easy, and let any of us nice folks know if you need anything else." He said, emphasizing 'nice folks', looking back to everyone else with a sarcastic look. He knew he was being hypocritical since he wanted to use force or something to get him to stop, but he realized really late that it wasn't the right way. He nodded to Erk in thanks and went back a few paces and watched the hungered man.

The dancing got boring quick; it was as if only a few minutes ago Liz could have stood there watching the gypsy dance forever. In fact, it was only a few moments ago, but when you've been cooped up inside a building, with your only escape as stressful requests, some things are captivating, some things are boring, and some things are in the flux between them. The gypsy's spell was either wearing off, or Lizzy was getting really bored...could be either or not but one was taking place and Liz's attention strayed from the dancer. She yawned out of fake boredom and turned around, her clothes binding to her body firmly by a strong breeze that was sweeping through the streets. Her hair, so solid and crystalline, went with the air as well. It was an oddity in itself simply because the hair looked to weigh as much as the gem it looked to be.

Thoroughly unimpressed with the actions of the others, she frowned upon them for a second, and then her face snapped back into its ambiguous position where nothing could really be discerned from its features. ‘Since when did I get so cold.’ she wondered, before this she had been a little cynical. A realist, someone who tells it like it is, but she was never so bitter as to ignore a person in need. She used to know what it was like to feel pain, and what it was like to need another person’s help. But as the days went on, she lost a little bit of herself and gained more useful pieces of who she wanted to become, at the moment. But was it worth it to have skin that was as stone hard as your heart? The thoughts fled from her mind at a mere whim, and she pushed it to the corners of her consciousness.

Getting over herself was something she did on a regular basis, so it was no huge surprise to her that she began to walk towards the man thrashing upon the ground. as she dragged herself forward she noticed that they were like her, giving, resentfully maybe, but they were giving. ‘Will they live long enough to give their lives away?’ no matter how hard she tried though these haunting thoughts returned...‘but why’ she asked herself as she bent down in front of the man. “I’m sure he’s going to be alright, although I don’t think simple hunger pains could make him go down....maybe we should bring a medic to him...or check to see if he isn’t a girl who magicked herself into a man...and that it isn’t a certain time or time for something.” it was a lame joke and she knew it, but it was a possibility. That was part of being a warrior to think in unique ways, to anticipate another’s moves.

Shelendri was pleased that both Erk and Az got the man food, and she smiled at them to show it. She knelt down beside the man and kept her hand on his shoulder, to make sure she'd feel if any other spell was cast over him. The other woman, the one who had seemed somewhat arrogant and cold, also came over. She made a lame joke about the man prehaps being a woman who had changed her appearance to that of a man's and was experiencing 'that time of the month'. Shelendri shook her head. "I doubt that's possible. And anyway, have you ever seen a woman react like this when that time comes around." She waved her free had at the man. "I certainly haven't. But believe me, the only spell that's possibly on him is the one that's causing him this pain. And I have no idea how to reverse it." Frustration rose up inside her, but she beat it down. It wouldn't do anyone any good if she started yelling at everyone, which is what she tended to do when frustrated. She needed to think clearly and find a way to deal with this.