Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160411075838/@comment-25924729-20160524133640

His initial alarm at ixina's actions were quickly replaced by concern and wariness. Dalton knew exactly what was happening, and it scared him. Not because he was afraid of facing yet another attack by Kesateria, but because she was here with him this time.

Swiftly, he drew his own weapons and assembled them into a 5 foot staff, before speaking to her in what he hoped was a reassuring voice. "Ixi, you don't know what's going on, but i'll need you to trust me for now okay? We're gonne get out of here, and i'll need you to stay quiet, and follow me closely..."

He grabbed her hand urgently, and started leading her down the street hurriedly, glancing back nervously as they walked. Then abruptly, he stopped. In their path was a flock of monks in red robes, bearing rosary necklaces and charms made of Dust crystals. In their hands were a variety of clubs, staffs, ropes and nets: weapons for live capture, instead of killing.

Dalton tried turning back, only to find more monks, and their leader. A tall, skeletal looking woman with manic looking yellow eyes, who's scalp, limbs and even eyebrows were shaven off. Instead, her face was dominated by a large, gold nose ring, and henna markings painted on her skin.

"Varna. No..." Dalton gasped, as he shoved Ixina behind his back for safety, and urgently scanned for a way to escape.