Heaven's Dogma (RP Thread)

[azontr]

You traverse an aching desert illuminated by a false sun, searching for a place of reprieve that does not exist.



Your steps are heavy with weariness and indignation. Each aimless step you take in the desolate sandscape seems to be putting you only further from your goal, wherever or whatever it may be. Directions endlessly converge upon one another in mysterious ways, the rhythm of your steps forever out of sync with the land on which you walk, as if the world pulls you further and further away from release.

The dusty sand beneath your soles is red, and it aches with each step you take on it, as if it is not sand at all but rather microscopic flakes of skin and flesh stacked endlessly in layers. It bleeds, and it cries. And yet it heals itself with each wound you inadvertently inflict upon its body, an expanse of gorey dust. The wounds stitch themselves back together, and the stitches tear open, and again, and again, with each step you take.

The false sun scorches your skin from above. It is burning, but it is all you know, or all you have known for centuries. You continuously walk, and continuosly find that you are lost.

But you are not lost. No, you are exactly on the path you need to be. Something is calling for you—or someone. The world does not pull you away, but rather it is guiding you to others like you. Others who bear a similar cross to yours. Your authority beats within you like it is the heart of all that is and all that ever will be, beckoning you on this direction, the paths of many others converging in your direction. You are destined to meet.

You may resist the call, but you are helpless. You are attracted to one another like magnets. And soon, you meet in an empty expanse of the desert, standing opposed from one another, yet ultimately connected in the depths of reality and unreality.

You arrive at the exact same time, not a millisecond of difference between your strides towards destiny. You stare at each other, space and direction seeming to fix itself now that you lay eyes on the objects of your soul's beating. You meet, but you are silent, and you are weary.

Whoever speaks first, it does not matter. You are here, and it is time.

 

[DaReaperMan]

"WHY DO YOU REQUIRE THESE CREATURES?" a voice hissed in the mind of a strange armored woman, a tattered faded dark blue cape flickering on her back. Flanking her were five skeletal soldiers in armour that reeked of protective power and weapons like swords, shields, and spears that had Death's touch on them.

"Because I am not an immortal being, nor am I all powerful, Anubis my lord." She said in her head, a smile crossing her lips as she looked around at those whom had gathered, her staff digging into the ground "We're here for a reason, are we not?" She spoke out loud, she didn't show many of the signs most humans did in this pure ultratorture hellscape, instead she seemed to have a casual calm around her.

 

[Backbackback]

Whoever speaks first, it does not matter. You are here, and it is time.

At the distance, the wind blew past one's face as their footsteps parted some of the sand away, probably from the sheer amount of strength placed upon with each trek taken on the emptiness that is this vast expanse of desolation. Mere moments as they stare into the other people, would be their pointed ears — like a fox — twitching with each trickle of time ticking by. Like a watchful owl of the dune now laced with a face of serene calmness as their left arm rests on the guard of their blade, ready for anything. Yet no battle shall start.

None were of any threat. None seemed to desire any means of conflict. They were all here for a specific purpose. Either something beneficial for this party or detrimental; all of it depends on what could be the outcome of the one who speaks first.

"..."

Eyes just as bloodied from this gorey land stared and stared, before glancing up - ne'er craning their head to move - only the sky that remained constant in this world, now finding their duty to secure that this would be a negotiable outcome. They let out a sigh, not out of frustration or anything negative, it seems.

---

Rather late, or deliberately so, was a feminine silhouette making her way as she trembled - from the cold or from the heat - bearing almost no fabric apart from their shapewear covering the chest and most intimate area, all clothed over by a white and unbuttoned long sleeve. Curvaceous and bold unlike the Foxian's sternness in showing little skin apart from their face, the woman yawned with arms outstretched.

"Haaaaah.... Well, this is... awkward...."

The first to speak. Well, vocally, that is. Others may have unspoken words of thought throughout their journey, reaching their destination with uncertainty and meeting strangers called by 'fate'.

".... really silent too...."

Muttered under her dry lips, which she licked. Arms crossed now, her bare white feet sinking into the land, marking her footprints onto it as she makes quick glances on either anyone willing to say anything.

"....can someone just introduce themselves...?"

A question more internally than anything. But she didn't want to viewed under the limelight of someone talkative. Socially communing is key to something less gruesome on the long run.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

The gangly mess of pale flesh and gaunt limbs shuffles through the dusty sand of the hellscape, their steps leaving only the smallest imprint atop the surface. Their smile glinted in the harsh light, an expression in altogether contrast to the array of cuts that lined their legs and feet, exposed through the torn fabric of their trousers. Their hair, matted in a layer of dirt and flesh particulate, was grey ash, left unkempt and wild across their cheeks and neck.

Their gaze shifted towards the other arrivals, a hand moving to block the sun in their eyes.

"...'suppose one of ya is responsible for the strange feelin' in my gut. They're easier ways to make friends ya know?" their...her voice was harsh and squawking, like waves crashing against jagged rock.

 

[Backbackback]

The gangly mess of pale flesh and gaunt limbs shuffles through the dusty sand of the hellscape, their steps leaving only the smallest imprint atop the surface. Their smile glinted in the harsh light, an expression in altogether contrast to the array of cuts that lined their legs and feet, exposed through the torn fabric of their trousers. Their hair, matted in a layer of dirt and flesh particulate, was grey ash, left unkempt and wild across their cheeks and neck.

Their gaze shifted towards the other arrivals, a hand moving to block the sun in their eyes.

"...'suppose one of ya is responsible for the strange feelin' in my gut. They're easier ways to make friends ya know?" their...her voice was harsh and squawking, like waves crashing against jagged rock.

"Well.... You did appear like a pile of guts, so....just to confirm, you're not... like a skin-stealing person, are you?" The purple-haired gal asked, a little discomforted from the way this pile of flesh became a woman from all of that, rather shifty with topics to almost pointing out the obvious. "I'm... Gwen... by the way.... Gwendolynn..."

Reluctant to even try and touch them, the girl — Gwendolynn — shifted from giving a handshake to putting both hands behind her back.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"Well.... You did appear like a pile of guts, so....just to confirm, you're not... like a skin-stealing person, are you?" The purple-haired gal asked, a little discomforted from the way this pile of flesh became a woman from all of that, rather shifty with topics to almost pointing out the obvious. "I'm... Gwen... by the way.... Gwendolynn..."

Reluctant to even try and touch them, the girl — Gwendolynn — shifted from giving a handshake to putting both hands behind her back.

"Pile o' guts?" She turned to face the purple-haired woman, a pair of tired eyes meeting her own. She seemed friendly, yet Gwen would quickly notice the smile on her face was not mirrored in her gaze, which had quickly taken to scanning every inch of Gwen's body.

"Oh. Body's been failin' me for a while, ya understand." The woman said causally. She rolled her neck, joints audibly cracking.

"The name is Nimah, by the by. Pleasure."

 

[azontr]

A "creature" dressed in a thick layer of ossein stares aimlessly into the distance through a white mask of rough bone. Two holes, much like voids, serving as eyes in the head of white show nothing in their depths, reflecting no light, no life. As if there was nothing within that ghastly carapace of white cartilage, nothing at all.

"....."

The "thing" turns its head, observing the arrivals in a bit more detail, seemingly. Its skeleton creaks and cracks with a grotesque noise as it turns from side to side, and then fixes itself back into its standard position, staring forward. It is silent, but it is living, though whether or not it is simply a moving mass of bone or if there is a person inside the seemingly hollow shell is unclear.

 

[Backbackback]

"Pile o' guts?" She turned to face the purple-haired woman, a pair of tired eyes meeting her own. She seemed friendly, yet Gwen would quickly notice the smile on her face was not mirrored in her gaze, which had quickly taken to scanning every inch of Gwen's body.

"Oh. Body's been failin' me for a while, ya understand." The woman said causally. She rolled her neck, joints audibly cracking.

"The name is Nimah, by the by. Pleasure."

"Pleasure...?" Gwen turned her smile into a rather fearful glance, though somewhat remained fine with how she was being scanned. At least she felt confident in her own body. "Yeah, guess it's nice to meet someone really.... nice and pretty once in... a while...."

Somewhat startled by just how many would these individuals stop staring into silence, and only gazing back at Nimah for some company. "At least you're not that dead silent, Nimah...." she muttered.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"Pleasure...?" Gwen turned her smile into a rather fearful glance, though somewhat remained fine with how she was being scanned. At least she felt confident in her own body. "Yeah, guess it's nice to meet someone really.... nice and pretty once in... a while...."

Somewhat startled by just how many would these individuals stop staring into silence, and only gazing back at Nimah for some company. "At least you're not that dead silent, Nimah...." she muttered.

"Gotta watch out for the silent ones. Lotta weirdos in these parts." Nimah said. She seemed satisfied with her initial observations of the woman and shifted her gaze towards the skeletal newcomer.

"Least two of 'em got a dogma too, ain't often for 'em to gather like this."

 

[azontr]

"....My... heart... called me here." The skeletal wanderer speaks, her voice echoing within the skull with a raspy, hollow tone. "A feeling in my soul... like an inclination... that's never happened before..."

 

[Backbackback]

"Gotta watch out for the silent ones. Lotta weirdos in these parts." Nimah said. She seemed satisfied with her initial observations of the woman and shifted her gaze towards the skeletal newcomer.

"Least two of 'em got a dogma too, ain't often for 'em to gather like this."

Gwen nodded more than replied. She didn't want to judge them unless it's something that needs pointing out immediately. "I think all of us has a Dogma. Well, maybe except the one with the fox ears.... Could be a costume thingy though...."

"....My... heart... called me here." The skeletal wanderer speaks, her voice echoing within the skull with a raspy, hollow tone. "A feeling in my soul... like an inclination... that's never happened before..."

"...It is my duty that brought me here....." The Foxian spoke, their red eyes scanning from left to right before glancing back at the wanderer. "But.... Likewise... I'm here for that too..." Their voice was feminine, calmed and toned down, as if trying to emphasize on what words meant.

 

[azontr]

"...I don't think duty brought you anywhere." The thing murmured, "Either way... like the armor lady said... I don't think this is a coincidence.... I don't uh... usually get drawn to places.. or people.."

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"....My... heart... called me here." The skeletal wanderer speaks, her voice echoing within the skull with a raspy, hollow tone. "A feeling in my soul... like an inclination... that's never happened before..."

"It speaks! Guess yer more than the silent type ain'tcha?" Nimah's crooked smile widened, the gangly woman shifting to move next to the skeletal figure.

"So. I'm givin' this a....fifty-fifty chance of being some kinda ambush. If things hit the *******, think ya can buy me some time? I'll Make it worth ya while."

 

[azontr]

"It speaks! Guess yer more than the silent type ain'tcha?" Nimah's crooked smile widened, the gangly woman shifting to move next to the skeletal figure.

"So. I'm givin' this a....fifty-fifty chance of being some kinda ambush. If things hit the *******, think ya can buy me some time? I'll Make it worth ya while."

"...." The skeletal figure steps around 3 feet away the moment Nimah comes into her vicinity, the dark voids that serve as her "eyes" staring at the ragged woman.

"...The one who thinks it might be an ambush is usually the one planning to do the ambushing..."

 

[Backbackback]

"...I don't think duty brought you anywhere." The thing murmured, "Either way... like the armor lady said... I don't think this is a coincidence.... I don't uh... usually get drawn to places.. or people.."

"That's what they say a lot..." The fox sighed, "Not like you're any different.... apart from looks and... personality...." they glanced at Gwen, before looking at Nimah and their smile, not saying a thing.

"So. I'm givin' this a....fifty-fifty chance of being some kinda ambush. If things hit the *******, think ya can buy me some time? I'll Make it worth ya while."

"...The one who thinks it might be an ambush is usually the one planning to do the ambushing..."

"Woah woah woah, this is like... spelling something's about to happen. You're not trying to, ermm, kill anyone right... Ms. Nimah? A-and you too, uhhh...."

Saying the word 'weird armor bone girl' could offend them. So best not to point fingers.

"Yeah, err... crud... I ran out of things to say...."

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"...." The skeletal figure steps around 3 feet away the moment Nimah comes into her vicinity, the dark voids that serve as her "eyes" staring at the ragged woman.

"...The one who thinks it might be an ambush is usually the one planning to do the ambushing..."

"Perceptive, I like that! Ain't nothin' wrong with a bit'a caution. Buuuut I couldn't set somethin' like this up if I tried, I ain't got the gift" The woman said.

"Woah woah woah, this is like... spelling something's about to happen. You're not trying to, ermm, kill anyone right... Ms. Nimah? A-and you too, uhhh...."

Nimah glanced towards the woman, putting her hands up in a mock defensive gesture.

"Gwenny I'm hurt. I'm just saying that If I wanted to axe a bunch'a Dogma users, it would certainly be awfully convenient if they gathered in one spot."

 

[azontr]

"So you're all ability users, as well..." The skeletal figure murmured, seeming more and more on edge by the second. It seemed like she was prepared to run away at a moment's notice.

 

[Backbackback]

Nimah glanced towards the woman, putting her hands up in a mock defensive gesture.

"Gwenny I'm hurt. I'm just saying that If I wanted to axe a bunch'a Dogma users, it would certainly be awfully convenient if they gathered in one spot."

"Sorry! Sorryyyy....." Gwen winced at her own comment, embarrassed and even flustered. She felt like she wanted to curl herself up into ball, but decided against it and covered her face. "I just wanna be sure we're all... uhhh, friends... okay? N-no offense, Ms. Nimah...."

 

[DaReaperMan]

"Please, calm yourself. We all need allies, not enemies!" The strange armored woman said, having been observing everything so far "tell me, you whom has the bone armour, what is your name? You may call me Arkhan..."

 

[azontr]

The skeletal figure weighed her options. Her distrust was evident, even through her impenetrable armor of bone and cartilage... but if this was a trap, she felt it may have been sprung long before she could begin talking. She breathes out through the holes in her mask.

"...Kurai. My name is Kurai."

 

[Backbackback]

"Apart from coincidence...." the Foxian broke their own fair share of silence spent. Now finding their eyes looking at Arkhan and the newly introduced girl, Kurai. "... Do any of you have goals before reaching this place? It would be in our best interest if we all know each other's agenda, lest you want to be deemed untrustworthy to be an actual ally."

"Please, calm yourself. We all need allies, not enemies!"

"Yeah... I'll... do that real quick..." Gwen signed, "Nice to meet you, by the way... You're kinda pretty cool..."

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"Sorry! Sorryyyy....." Gwen winced at her own comment, embarrassed and even flustered. She felt like she wanted to curl herself up into ball, but decided against it and covered her face. "I just wanna be sure we're all... uhhh, friends... okay? N-no offense, Ms. Nimah...."

Nimah's smile shifted imperceptibly. Quickly, she glanced around, before shuffling over to the woman, placing a scrawny hand on her shoulder.

"Course we're pals Gwenny. We're in this together yeah? Oughta trust each other..."

Do any of you have goals before reaching this place? It would be in our best interest if we all know each other's agenda, lest you want to be deemed untrustworthy to be an actual ally."

"I'm a bit of'a collector, foxy. Came 'round 'ere hopin' to do some business. Ya know how it is." She waved her hand dismissively.

 

[Backbackback]

Nimah's smile shifted imperceptibly. Quickly, she glanced around, before shuffling over to the woman, placing a scrawny hand on her shoulder.

"Course we're pals Gwenny. We're in this together yeah? Oughta trust each other..."

"Yeah...." Gwendolynn held this scrawny hand with gentleness, her silky hands in comparison to Nimah's, giggling a little as she nodded afterwards.

"I'm a bit of'a collector, foxy. Came 'round 'ere hopin' to do some business. Ya know how it is." She waved her hand dismissively.

"Well... that's reassuring..." The Foxian had their hands nearly touch the handle of the blade, sighing in relief that it didn't ended up that way. "Since you guys are introducing yourselves, best I do the same. I'm Akarui... a fox — quite obviously..."

 

[azontr]

"... Do any of you have goals before reaching this place? It would be in our best interest if we all know each other's agenda, lest you want to be deemed untrustworthy to be an actual ally."

"....."

Kurai reaches into her cloak, pulling out a long, thin sheet of parchment wrapped up and tied with red fabric. It seems to be a map. "There's a city somewhere in this desert. I'm... looking for it. I stole this map off a guy's corpse..."

 

[Da3ggman]

An armored man was standing there, silently amongst them, when he suddenly put his arms in the air, and exclaimed-

"PRAISE TO THE OLD SUN, I'VE FOUND PEOPLE!" The man hardily laughed to himself, acting almost like a raving lunatic, shaking in excitement. "I'm so glad to see you all, future friends!" he gestured to the rest of the group.

(Sorry for the lateness; got caught up in some things that took...way longer than expected.)

 

[Backbackback]

"....."

Kurai reaches into her cloak, pulling out a long, thin sheet of parchment wrapped up and tied with red fabric. It seems to be a map. "There's a city somewhere in this desert. I'm... looking for it. I stole this map off a guy's corpse..."

"Hmmm.... Can I borrow it? I'd like a closer..." Right as Akarui asked, their fox ears would clamp down on their head from the loudness of the latecomer.

An armored man was standing there, silently amongst them, when he suddenly put his arms in the air, and exclaimed-

"PRAISE TO THE OLD SUN, I'VE FOUND PEOPLE!" The man hardily laughed to himself, acting almost like a raving lunatic, shaking in excitement. "I'm so glad to see you all, future friends!" he gestured to the rest of the group.

(Sorry for the lateness; got caught up in some things that took...way longer than expected.)

"Hey..... you're too... loud!" Gwen complained, hiding herself near Nimah from it.

 

[azontr]

"Hmmm.... Can I borrow it? I'd like a closer..." Right as Akarui asked, their fox ears would clamp down on their head from the loudness of the latecomer.

"No. It's mine." Kurai stuffs the map back in her cloak, clearly not exactly enthused by the previously silent man's loudness as she temporarily closes the holes in her mask to blot out the sound, and then opens them again once he quiets down.

"I gotta get moving again soon..." She thinks to herself.

 

[DaReaperMan]

The skeletal figure weighed her options. Her distrust was evident, even through her impenetrable armor of bone and cartilage... but if this was a trap, she felt it may have been sprung long before she could begin talking. She breathes out through the holes in her mask.

"...Kurai. My name is Kurai."

"....."

Kurai reaches into her cloak, pulling out a long, thin sheet of parchment wrapped up and tied with red fabric. It seems to be a map. "There's a city somewhere in this desert. I'm... looking for it. I stole this map off a guy's corpse..."

"Well, I can perhaps assist you." Arkhan said, getting two extended sword-lengths from Kurai, keeping a proper distance so she couldn't be seen as too much of a threat

"Yeah... I'll... do that real quick..." Gwen signed, "Nice to meet you, by the way... You're kinda pretty cool..."

"I'm a necromancer. there isn't much to compliment in most people's eyes." Arkhan responded, her head turning for a moment before going back to Kurai, considering what she just called herself, it was no wonder she could immediately tell Kurai's armor was bone.

 

[azontr]

"Well, I can perhaps assist you." Arkhan said, getting two extended sword-lengths from Kurai, keeping a proper distance so she couldn't be seen as too much of a threat

"...I can do fine on my own, thank you, Ms. Arkhan." Said Kurai, groaning from beneath her mask. "I haven't made much progress, anyways. I've been walking for 2 weeks by now with no luck..."

 

[DaReaperMan]

"...I can do fine on my own, thank you, Ms. Arkhan." Said Kurai, groaning from beneath her mask. "I haven't made much progress, anyways. I've been walking for 2 weeks by now with no luck..."

"Well, if you've had no luck so far, than it seems you aren't doing as fine as you'd have me believe. If you want, I can have one of them take to the sky and search from a birds-eye view." Arkhan said, Amethyst energy crackling across her free hand at her side for a split second.

 

[azontr]

The woman flinches back as she feels Arkhan manifesting her ability for a moment, stepping back a foot or so. She speaks, "...I don't have anything to pay you with if you're looking for a reward."

 

[DaReaperMan]

The woman flinches back as she feels Arkhan manifesting her ability for a moment, stepping back a foot or so. She speaks, "...I don't have anything to pay you with if you're looking for a reward."

"I'm looking for allies, but I won't force anything if you do not want it. I won't deny a more physical reward for this, but frankly that didn't cross my mind until I thought a little about rewards. If you do not betray me, I will not betray you. That includes things degenerates look for as rewards." Arkhan responded diplomatically, putting her hand out and making what looked like a skeletal Griffin, an amethyst energy coalescing the ashed bones into the form Arkhan desired.

 

[azontr]

Kurai grimaced beneath her mask at the mention of a "physical reward." Yuck. She shakes her skull-head, and sighs.

"If you want to follow me, you can. But we aren't... allies. I'll stab you in the back if I have to. I will. I really will."

 

[Da3ggman]

"Hey..... you're too... loud!" Gwen complained, hiding herself near Nimah from it.

"Hahahaha! My apologies, fair lady! It's just...well, been a while since I've seen anything that isn't this damned desert." He explained, trying to lower his volume a bit for her, continuing, "It brings me great joy to meet fellow Dogma users as myself! My name is Lucian, a follower of the Fallen Sun, and bearer of her light!"

 

[DaReaperMan]

Kurai grimaced beneath her mask at the mention of a "physical reward." Yuck. She shakes her skull-head, and sighs.

"If you want to follow me, you can. But we aren't... allies. I'll stab you in the back if I have to. I will. I really will."

Arkhan actually smiled "Than I suppose I'll have to watch my back, Kurai." She said as one of her Tomb Guard got onto the skeletal griffin and actually began flying, essentially establishing an eagle's eye view of the entire area and searching for any signs of civilization "I can set up shelter for us every once in awhile so we can sleep during the night to regain what little strength we lose, but if shit hits the fan... I'll need you to start producing a lot of that armour Kurai, because you're the first one I've seen with a Bone-based ability like this..."

"Hahahaha! My apologies, fair lady! It's just...well, been a while since I've seen anything that isn't this damned desert." He explained, trying to lower his volume a bit for her, continuing, "It brings me great joy to meet fellow Dogma users as myself! My name is Lucian, a follower of the Fallen Sun, and bearer of her light!"

"Try not to hurt yourself trying too hard, servant of Ra."

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"....."

Kurai reaches into her cloak, pulling out a long, thin sheet of parchment wrapped up and tied with red fabric. It seems to be a map. "There's a city somewhere in this desert. I'm... looking for it. I stole this map off a guy's corpse..."

For the first time since Nimah had arrived in the strange desert, the woman's smile faltered. Her eyes glanced down at the sheet of parchment, before taking a cautious step forward.

"Give it 'ere." Her voice was flat, devoid of the shallow flattery she had put forth prior.

"If 'ere's a city worth its snuff around 'ere, I'll find it easy. built my career on scavangin'"

 

[Da3ggman]

"Try not to hurt yourself trying too hard, servant of Ra."

Lucian stared at her, appearing rather confused. "....Raw what? I...don't the sun can be raw; unless you mean it's raw power, or beauty, or shine, or-"

 

[DaReaperMan]

Lucian stared at her, appearing rather confused. "....Raw what? I...don't the sun can be raw; unless you mean it's raw power, or beauty, or shine, or-"

"The God of the sun, order, kingship, power, and light, Lucian. I'm an egyptian, hence the accent. I believe in the Pantheon... because I now know at least some of them exist."

For the first time since Nimah had arrived in the strange desert, the woman's smile faltered. Her eyes glanced down at the sheet of parchment, before taking a cautious step forward.

"Give it 'ere." Her voice was flat, devoid of the shallow flattery she had put forth prior.

"If 'ere's a city worth its snuff around 'ere, I'll find it easy. built my career on scavangin'"

"As for you, that isn't very diplomatic now is it? Its not like we're running out of time so what's the rush?"

 

[azontr]

Arkhan actually smiled "Than I suppose I'll have to watch my back, Kurai." She said as one of her Tomb Guard got onto the skeletal griffin and actually began flying, essentially establishing an eagle's eye view of the entire area and searching for any signs of civilization "I can set up shelter for us every once in awhile so we can sleep during the night to regain what little strength we lose, but if shit hits the fan... I'll need you to start producing a lot of that armour Kurai, because you're the first one I've seen with a Bone-based ability like this..."

"....I can't produce armor in bulk," Kurai said bluntly, not elaborating on why. "If you want protection, protect yourself. You're a big girl, I'm sure you can fight..."

For the first time since Nimah had arrived in the strange desert, the woman's smile faltered. Her eyes glanced down at the sheet of parchment, before taking a cautious step forward.

"Give it 'ere." Her voice was flat, devoid of the shallow flattery she had put forth prior.

"If 'ere's a city worth its snuff around 'ere, I'll find it easy. built my career on scavangin'"

"No." Kurai said once again, refusing to take the map back out. "It's mine, and I need it. In case you've forgotten, I don't know you people... I wouldn't give you a flake of my cloak, let alone an entire map."

 

[DaReaperMan]

"....I can't produce armor in bulk," Kurai said bluntly, not elaborating on why. "If you want protection, protect yourself. You're a big girl, I'm sure you can fight..."

"It wouldn't be for me, Kurai. But if you have limits, I won't ask you to push them." Arkhan nodded, simply accepting the answer without fuss.