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The heavy stomp of ironclad boots striking wooden floors and echoing outwards hit the deck of the Tavern of Legends. The resonating and fearsome steps of a beastly man entering the tavern was more than likely not an uncommon thing. This world was that was filled with creatures and races of many shapes, sizes, and figures that were in a constant state of flux or growth. Patrons of the establishment were more than likely able to just ignore such things and have at their intoxicating beverages. They could be merry and let the stresses of today become but memory soaked in the comforting embrace of alcohol. 

 
But these footsteps were different. Every single footfall commanded attention, the almost rhythmic cadence of its pace called outwards to the bar patrons and forced them to gaze upon what stood there. Now surly what was before them was not the largest being they had seen. Standing near short of seven feet tall, the man who was not yet known as Dredge had entered the bar. 
 
Draped in head to toe with Stygian black armor accented with blood red lines made way to the bar counter. In his hands he held a brown crumpled up piece of paper that seemed minuscule compared to him. That piece of paper soon found itself being slammed against a solid oak bar. Making sure not to splinter it and cause damage, Dredge showed a small level of restraint. Even in this suppressing of power, the bar rocked and tavern guest's glasses shook ever so slightly. 
 
The bartender on duty looked up at the monolith that was Dredge and there was a level of fear behind those eyes. The young human male did their best to put on a brave face and customer service friendly smile that would please Dredge. 
 
"Welcome. Please have a seat wherev-" Soon an iron clad gauntleted hand came down on the bar once more to cut off the man's words. 
 
"Unnecessary, keeper of beverages. Bring me Levhea. I have a job that needs completion." opening up his hand, Dredge placed down the job form that entailed clearing large rats from a basement. 
 
Leaning forward with the abyss like shade of his helmet, Dredge's black iron helmet lay only inches from the barkeep. A serious and hushed tone came forth from the monster's lips from beneath the shade. 
 
"Produce them quickly. I am not a patient man." From there Dredge would leave it up to the staff to give him what he wanted. 
 
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Itylra raised her head from the bar top she was resting on, her star filled eyes taking a hard glance at the towering suit of armor that had disturbed her rest. The menacing looking man was incredibly large, so large she wondered how he had managed to squeeze his frame through the door. His air was that of menace, his stance and demeanor reminding her in someways of the horrors that ravaged her home plane, but she could tell at a glance that unlike those horrors this one was intelligent; it was only confirmed further when it spoke, the language of the area lost on her but the intent clear. He or perhaps it was accepting a request, a job of some sort; judging by his appearance it was probably something combat related. Itylra hesitated as she peered up at the living tower, her diminutive 5'3" frame looking almost comical alongside it's. 

She wanted to take part, her exhaustion far from defeated but her desire to do something, to feel some kind of control over her life pulling her far harder then the ache in her stomach or the weight of her eyelids. Unable to speak the language Itylra motioned to the uncomfortable looking barkeep, pointing to the frankly terrifying suit of armor and then to herself and then to the request paper crumpled on the counter. Assuming the horror didn't grow angry at her presumption she'd stand up from her seat, her tattered white dress hardly battle attire but it was better then nothing at all. 

It was clear at a glance that Itylra had no weapons, and a cursory attempt at sensing her magical energy would show a mana pool far too small for a caster. This was because Itylra was no warrior, she had come from a pacifist world; but the excitement in her eyes showed that perhaps she did not share her people's opinion on violence. It didn't matter to Itylra what the job was, it was better then wallowing in the despair of her lost home or her hopeless situation. Plus, how else could she learn the language but to interact with those around her?

Not that the horror that was Dredge seemed like the talkative type. "Pleasure to work with you." Itylra mused in Sildëyuir, the language of the Star Elves. The tone was friendly, but it was more aimed at herself, knowing full well the armored warrior could not understand her. 

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(OOC: Hope you don't mind me taking part, I saw you were doing the same quest I wanted to do; seemed more fun with others!)

 

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@Old Man Jean

 

A scent began to fill Dredge's nostrils. One that he was all too familiar with when courting disaster and ruin. It was the remnant of those beautiful acts of evil, and the stain that would be forever placed on those who survived. Desperation. Pure and sweet desperation of someone who had everything taken from them by a person just like Dredge. Oh what a gorgeous smell that was ripe with opportunity, and Dredge's nose was only proven right when he got a look at the woman who had joined him. Her tattered and dirty apparel made it abundantly clear that she was in drastic need of help. Yet Dredge would offer none. 

 
What he would give in its place was the chance to change ones path. Even though he knew not what the child was saying, Dredge understood that she wanted to help with the task at hand. So rather than get angry or intimidate the girl with his height or strength. He reached towards the side of his belt and pulled out what appeared to be a smaller blade than the massive bone bastard sword across his back. With a bit a flair the tower of armor planted the tip of the blade into the bar for it to stand upright in front of the elf. Though it was but a dagger to Dredge, it would be more on the scale of a short sword for the young elf. 
 
"Take." Dredge was very careful with his singular word. Even down to the simplicity and choice of it. 
 
He didn't say give, have, help, or anything that might consider this a kindness. He told her to take. Take it and make her own like so many had done to her in miserable little life. The standard short sword would serve as a reminder to her that this was the first step to reclaiming what she had lost. And before he could engage in anymore passages and language lessons, Dredge was greeted by what was presumably the bar's owner Levhea. A woman who seemed rather wise in her years. 
 
"The basement is down the hall and the last door in the center. The prize is a fine bottle of hooch." Dredge nodded his head in response and soon afterwards the man turned to walk away. 
 
As he did so he lifted a hand over his shoulder and uttered a single word. 
 
"Follow." He said in a low growl. 
 
This would be a teachable moment for both him and the young woman. One that was rife with opportunity and was more than likely going to contain a long list of traumatic experiences. But even though the elf girl might not like it or even comply. Dredge saw something in her and he would drag her kicking and screaming through this moment, and in the end she would thank him for it. 
 
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Itylra stared for a brief moment at the blade sticking up from the bar top with a bit of apprehension, the reality of her choice setting in with a creeping pace. This was the first blade she had ever seen, she soon realized; the first thing she had ever encountered meant to take life. Hesitation was pointless now she knew, the grumble of the armor's voice conveying his intent even if the words could not be understood. A soft, dirty hand gripped tight to the hilt and pulled upward with all her strength, struggling for a brief moment to unseat the blade from the bar's wood. Once the blade was free Itylra measured the weight in her grip, tested the length and balance with sloppy swings; it was a fine blade, but Itylra wouldn't have known better if it wasn't. 

Taking the point of the blade she slide it between the wide red waist belt which wrapped around her white dress, making a makeshift scabbard for it and following close as the menacing man stalked toward hallway, her mind racing with hundreds of thoughts; from how foolish she was to step into the care of something so clearly menacing to how excited she was to finally experience the battle she had painted in secret, the aggression in her nature no longer under the thumb of her culture. 

"Itylra." She suddenly said, patting her chest as if to signify she was declaring it about herself. "Itylra Yurieshanyaar." She added, adding a surname to herself; a surname of her own making. Yurieshanyaar, Sildëyuir for 'gone from the stars' and sometimes used as slang for 'one who has abandoned the way of the stars'; a pejorative for those Star Elves who abandoned the teachings of the elders and returned to how they were before their ascension to the demiplane. A name Itylra would wear with pride, or so she hoped; only time would tell how the young elf's life would turn out.

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@Old Man Jean

 

"Dredge." Dredge said with heavy thump to his own armored chest. 

 
Now in truth, Dredge cared very little about the exchanging of names. At least not until he was sure about the feeling he had with the young woman. She was weak and feeble, yet there was potential. Most virtuous peace loving people always had a dark side to them, a lingering or suppressed emotion of wrath and villainy that was kept in the deepest parts of their soul. It was always chained away and kept in check by their righteous and arrogant feelings of peace or justice. But if you stripped them of everything, made them suffer, had them come to the brink of death and misery. People changed, they showed the worst parts of themselves. However the key was not to let it engulf you, you had to be in control of it.
 
So that's what Dredge would do, he'd show her another path. But speaking of paths, Dredge and his new companion had made their way to the entrance to the basement stairs. Without hesitation, Dredge made the first move and swiftly opened the door to meet the darkness of the basement. There was an air of comfort to it that Dredge loved, the feeling of isolation an immersion into its dank and foreboding atmosphere. 
 
"Come, little one. It's time to meet your destiny." and with that Dredge took the first step. 
 
Creaking under the weight of his form the stairs bent and trembled from his every step. Slowly he descended down into what was a very average basement for a pub. A few packaged dried goods, spare chairs, and kegs of alcohol that were placed in neat little corners of the room. There was a fairly open space at the center of the basement which was perfect for what Dredge now had planned for his new experiment. Stepping into it Dredge pulled a piece of chalk from a bag on his side and began to speak. He of course knew the woman wouldn't understand. 
 
" When I was forced into this world, many of my memories were taken from me. There are glimpses and flashes of what my previous life was. However there's one memory in particular that has stuck with me." Dredge then leaned over and began to draw a large circle in the center of the room. enough to fit more than a few people inside it.
 
"When I was a child. My father once told me that the universe was a unfair and cruel place. Indifferent to even the most faithful of our creed. I didn't understand that at the time though, at least until I saw it firsthand. My father was killed by a band of brigands lead by a dark lord of sorts. They took everything from me, however I wasn't mad at them. It was their right." Once Dredge finished the circle he stepped back and began to root through the bag once more.
 
"The weak die, and the strong survive. It's not fair, it's not kind or justified. It just is. You can run from it, hide, even try to fight it. But at the end of the day, it's the truth. We all learn it in different ways." Finishing his little speech a foul odor began to fill the air.
 
A piece of rotting meat was rested in Dredge's hand, a cut from some indistinguishable creature or even person. Dredge threw the cutlet into the center of the circle and then looked over to the elf maiden and twisted his finger for her to come closer to him.
 
"Come." He said with more than sinister intent. 
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Aryela had been leaning against a far wall, arms folded, on the main level of the tavern, gazing out the window in thought when she took noticed of the giant man come lumbering towards the building. She was dressed in a dark purple tunic with matching leather pants. Her eyes followed his figure all the way until he stood talking to the staff. He had a dark demeanor and she was only a little curious about where it came from. He was such a strange character and almost out of place character in this place but then again strange things happen in Tavern of Legends.

Her lips were pressed into a hard line, her tongue curling around her hidden fangs as she watched him interact with a young elf. Looking at both of them was like looking at a dragon and a lamb, almost literally. From what she could hear over the rumble of conversation in the room they barely understood each other but the monstrous being seemed to have plans for his new companion anyway. The corner of Aryela's lip twitched at the sight of the elf's momentary struggle at trying to lift the dagger the man bestowed to her. He'd have better luck trying to get a fly to hold a stone, she thought to herself. 

Usually Aryela stuck to herself but she felt a slight tug in her gut that told her to follow them. She waited for them to get quite a ways before sidestepping through the regulars and quietly padding down the corridor, making sure not to step on any creaking flooring. Realizing that they were going down into the basement, which for some reason didn't surprise her that much, Aryela hesitated at the top of the steps. She grazed her fingers across the hilt of her katana. She felt the smooth fabrics and the cool silver lettering. She wasn't in the least scared, just wondering if it was worth her time. 

Obviously it was because something in the back of her mind was nagging her to continue on, much to her demise. She stepped down the stairs quietly, coming down at an angle in which her shadow would cast on the wall for the others to see. 

She stopped when she was at a point where if she sat on the stairs she could peek through the beams to watch the two without being seen, unless they decided to look directly at her. Aryela caught the sent of rotting meat and saw that the man-beast had drawn a circle on the floor and placed meat near the center. She blinked. What was he doing? The sinister look on his face told her that something wasn't going to go well for one of the parties. Or perhaps he was teaching her something? She just watched silently from her place, in the shadows. 

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Itylra followed Dredge close, her fingers dancing across the hilt of her new blade like the hands of a child with their new toy. As they walked Dredge's monologue filled her ears, his grating voice and the rough, guttural nature of the common tongue unpleasant to ears so used to the elegance of Sildëyuir but she made her best effort to listen despite her lack of understanding or discomfort. She got the impression he was attempting to guide her to a conclusion, some anecdote that was in some way relevant to what they were now doing, and made note to learn this worlds common tongue as soon as she could.

As she descended the stairs she didn't immediately know how to react as Dredge began drawing a circle on the floor of the basement; her initial thought was a portal of some sort, a way to travel to whatever it was she had haphazardly thrown herself into. When the foul smell hit Itaylra recoiled visibly, her elegant if dirty features contorting as laid eyes on it's source. It was her first time experiencing such an overpowering odor; not to mention the first she was seeing meat at all. When he motioned for her to join him she didn't even hesitate, unable to discern the sinister menace in his tone due to her unfamiliarity with the cadence of the language. 

Wherever Dredge guided to her she arrived, staring at the hunk of meat as she did. It was a small, ugly thing and she wondered what purpose it could possibly serve. The circle was probably not a portal, she decided after a moment; perhaps a ritual? Itylra cursed herself for not paying better attention in her school days about the different kinds of magic and how to identify it, but whatever it was the Star Elf was undeniably unprepared and this feeling of unease caused her to grip the hilt of her weapon tight, the mounting tension driving her nerves to their edge. 

That subtle edge that always came before a battle, that intoxicating tension; for Itylra it was her first taste, but if she made it through her expression left little doubt it wouldn't be her last, eyes wide and soft smile betraying the dread which hung heavy. 

(OOC: Forgive any typos or grammar errors, I wrote this on my phone.)

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@Vanderbrie @Old Man Jean

 

Paying little mind to their uninvited guest, Dredge ignored their presence. They seemed to be just like any other lookie-loo that wanted to sneak a peek at what was happening. Besides, Dredge always loved an audience. These were teachable moments for all that were involved. What better way to learn than experiencing and watching the trials of others. So rather than comment about the woman's presence; Dredge simply focused on Itylra. 

 
"I bet you ran the first time it happened to you. Like the prey you are. A worthless and pitiful being unworthy of the very air that fills your lungs. A waste really." Dredge said softly as the deep red eyes behind the shade of his helmet stared into her, never once parting ways to see what events took place behind her. 
 
Small sounds and rustles began to softly call out into the still air of the basement. Soon after the deep sniffs of finely tuned noses began to build from throughout the cramped storage areas. Beady little yellow eyes then shined through the crevices and spaces between the bar's storage containers. Slowly and with a small amount of skepticism, the large cat sized rodents began to peak out from their hiding holes. Taking their first steps out into the lights the rodents approached the meat and began to nibble at it ever so slightly. 
 
"You were too weak to defend yourself, your family, everyone you ever knew and ever loved." Dredge then began to reach into the satchel where he kept the meat he had thrown out into the circle. 
 
The rats were now in a feeding frenzy. Whipped into a riot of five rats tearing at the hunk of meat all trying to gain its sustenance. It was a beautiful sight really. Something that Dredge would of very much loved to of watched. However there were much bigger fish to fry. Now Dredge was new to magic in this world. He had figured out he could store some of its power in his enchanted bastard sword. Not a lot of it, but enough for an emergency spell. So rather than use it in case everything went wrong, he decided to give this young woman a lesson. 
 
"You don't know it now. But you shall see." Dredge said as the screeches of rats rang out behind Itylra. 
 
Pulling his hand out of the sack, blood stained and dripped from it. The armored gauntlet extended outwards towards the space elf's face and gently hovered in front of it. It's foul smell was beyond description, rotten blood combined with dark magics that would translate a image to Itylra. 
 
"It's your fault they're dead. You weren't strong enough. You let them die. You let them all die." This time the message was different. This time the language was her native tongue and was spoken inside her mind. 
 
"YOU KILLED THEM!!" Soon would flash images of flames and within those fires were the faces of those the elf had loved. 
 
"Now decide where you belong. Predator or prey." The flow of power ceased and Dredge would spring into action. 
 
Making an attemp, Dredge would try to push the woman forward by smearing his blood soaked hand into the woman's face and force her into the circle with the five cat sized rats. He wanted her to fight them, to for once in her life stand up and be the one who took life and kill those who dared stand in her way. it was her choice. The rats would most likely turn to her and smell the rotten blood on her face and attack should Dredge be successful. 

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At first she was quite bored with the whole ordeal, and wanted to see some action but instead it seemed that the situation was just getting more gruesome and a tad bit deep. Who was this man to treat this poor elf like this? Why had he began bothering her, forcing her to do things it looked like she really didn't want to do? He obviously didn't know her, from the whole introductory scene upstairs but he was treating her like a dear friend who needed to be taught the truth about the world and... Aryela didn't really want to get into that thinking. 

Instead of dwelling on the meaning behind people's seemingly irrational actions, Aryela decided to intervene, hopefully without any bloodshed, but that was for their sake, not hers. If they bled who knew who'd be left blood-drained on the floor? 

She stepped down and raised her eyebrows, coming into view. "I would think it's right for me to get a clear understanding on how come you are so earnest about forcing this young elven woman into doing something as revolting as this." She kept a calm expression as she eyed the oversized rats. "I don't think all of understand your purpose. Are you trying to tell her that she should quarrel with abnormal rodents like you? Or maybe- ah, yes! -maybe you're trying to tell her that there are indecent men such as yourself who like to force defenseless women into doing terrible things. ."

She squinted at him. "And why here of all places? A basement? Really? And I think she sure does appreciate the titan blade, too. One size fits all, I suppose?" She studied him.

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Ityrla didn't hear the woman, she didn't hear anything at all anymore. Dredge's actions had caught her off guard, and without even the least bit of resistance she had been pushed into the circle. The voice, like her own but twisted into anger and hatred that she had never felt echoed in her head, condemning her for her weakness and screaming. Imagery tainted her mind, the scenes of her fallen people danced across the stars in her eyes like a sideshow, torturous and all too real. Before Ityrla even realized what she was doing the short sword sized dagger was in her grip, whipping wildly in every direction and drawing blood in spurts. 

The rats could not escape anymore then she could from the small circle and so they could make little attempt to avoid her wild hacking. Like all creatures each rat had to choose, fight or flight and almost as one they chose. Like a small swarm they descended on Ityrla, their blunt teeth ripping into her legs as she hacked wildly at any that came too close. The battle was hardly one of skill or beauty, and with each rat that fell to her haphazard anger the small circle became filled only more with blood; her already blood covered face now coated in the vile liquid, her near translucent platinum hair a disgusting shade of brown, her dress the dull pink of blood stained fabric. 

It was a short, bloody scene. One of desperation, from herself and rat alike; but in the end only Ityrla remained, her blood soaked form sitting down in a pool of bile. Breathing heavy, her star filled eyes glowing and vivid underneath her blood matted hair she turned to look at Dredge and the newcomer, her mind still struggling to free itself from the desperate blood lust that had overcome her. It was not a feeling she knew how to reconcile, a mixture of disgust and elation, of a battle won but a harsh regret at her inability to control herself. 

Itylra did not speak, her shallow breath filling her ears and over powering any conversation the pair were having. Whatever was to come next, Itylra knew it wouldn't matter; her family was dead, and her people were gone. The feelings crashed together, her stifled despair mixing with the disgust, the elation, the blood lust and swarming like thousands of rats overwhelming her. Unable to contain herself any longer the young elf cried out for the first time since she had lost everything, her tears mixing with the blood and her sobs filling her mouth with the metallic taste of the blood which covered her face. 

Whatever came next, Itylra didn't care. She just wanted to be somewhere else. 

(OOC: I apologize for the delay.)

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@Vanderbrie @Old Man Jean

Like clockwork, the woman stepped in to try and make some sort of difference. However she decided to try and trade insults with Dredge in order to get a better understanding of him and his intentions. So instead of playing her game and using sharp insults and veiled threats. He would cut right to the point. She would know just what Dredge was capable of. 

 
Slowly rising like a cobra with its hood spread and fangs bared, Dredge took a few and very deliberate steps that hit the floor with a heavy thump so that he may stand between their onlooker that now wished to intervene. Behind him Itylra had begun the test that Dredge had bestowed upon her, the first battle for her life. It was a thing of pure beauty, it's savagery and desperation was something that was to awed at. But first, she needed to be dealt with. 
 
Looking down at her, the armored mountain of a man didn't reach for a sword or any weapon on him. He only looked down at her with those pure red eyes that were illuminated in the black void of the helmet.
 
"Have you ever seen a temple burn?" Dredge asked in a genuine tone. 
 
"I have. It's a beautiful sight really. The utter hopeless of the priests praying and screaming, begging their gods to save them before being nailed alive to posts outside. Just left there for the crows to eat. But my favorite part are the women and children." Dredge lowered himself down a bit so she could see the madness in his eyes. 
 
"You make the priests watch from their posts as one by one they are executed. It's the look in their eyes that does it for me. The fact that this it how it ends for them. On the dirt outside their holy ground. Like a dog." Dredge would then grin, the illuminated white fangs of a monster shining in the dark. 
 
"I have killed entire species, child. All put to the sword." There were no lies in his words, the truth rang out in its horrifying reality. This man had burned worlds, and here he was standing before her. 
 
But then things went silent and were followed up by the cries of Itylra. She had finished her battle and she had won. How perfect. 
 
"You made me miss it. How rude. I will leave you with this. Interrupt me again, even so much as a whisper. I won't kill you. I will kill everyone you love. I will kill your friends, your family, I will kill the people where you buy your clothes. I will burn your home to the ground and salt the earth where it stood. I will kill the flowers in your @&$#ing garden. So stand there, and be a good girl." Dredge then turned around to face the crying elf. 
 
Walking over to her slowly and with great care, he kneeled down beside her and did something that most would not expect. He held her gently. He put his iron plated head against hers and he lovingly stroked her back. He comforted the child to ensure that she would become entangled by his reach. The spiritual hold that bound people to him, there was no magic needed to make someone as desperate as her fall to the darkness. 
 
"There there. You did good. Use that anger, that hatred, use it and become strong. I will show you the way, all you need to do is take my hand." Dredge then placed his free hand outwards towards the girl. 
 
"Join?" he said simply to help the girl understand.

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Aryela's eyes were in the smallest of slits. This thing had underestimated her in many ways and she would make this known later. She listened to what he had to say, about ending species and enjoying the dull process of death. She wasn't moved or fearful, just thoughtful. This fight that the young girl had just gone through, a very gory one, had left her mouth full of saliva- how long had it been since she had drank blood? She forced her fangs to retreat into their hiding place. 

Aryela had no family or friends, nor did she care for anyone she interacted with for minor everyday things such as apparel and other necessities. If she really wanted she could steal everything she needed without much trouble but she preferred the civil, more tranquil way of life, the one of a peaceful commoner instead of the ways of a savage criminal. Aryela was a demonic vampire, born from the depths of hell itself so unless this being decided to destroy all Demons and devils, there was no one to kill at all, and he seemed to want to actually ally with hellborne, not take their lives. 

The vampire watched him comfort the elf in wonder. "I was wondering when you were planning to address me, but I didn't realize that you'd take me as weak, naive human with no idea of the dark ways. Let me assure you that you don't have to waste your time searching far and wide for anyone of importance to me; there are none."

She strode around the two of them, stopping a little away from the stairs in case of need of escape. "Who are you? You seem to have a plan, seem to want to do something, beginning with this young woman. I can already sense change in her." She nodded at the girl. She could actually sense darkness in him, not a magical kind perhaps but the one that grew in people's mind from a terrible thing. 

Aryela frowned. " I am nearly a thousand years old, I have witnessed more terrible things that you can imagine. Your campfire stories don't scare me." 

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At the touch of the titan Itylra became once more aware of her surroundings, dreadfully aware. The thing known as Dredge was overpowering, his touch and presence overwhelming, and Itylra knew if nothing else she needed to run, to flee before whatever it was he wanted came to pass. Not out of fear for her life, or simple cowardice but for fear at what she was becoming, how easily it seemed he was able to guide her and how much she wanted to be guided; how terrifyingly simple it was to fall to darkness and not even realize it. But Itylra also knew she had no hope of escape, not while Dredge was so focused on her; and where would she run to? She had no home, and the demiplane that the Tavern of Legend resided in was hardly expansive enough for her to flee him indefinitely. That was when her tired mind recalled the strange gates beyond the Tavern of Legends, a series of tall empty gateways which resembled in their way the portal she had used to arrive at this very location.

It was her only chance, she knew. To escape beyond this place to another, and hope beyond hope that it was larger and more densely populated, in a place where she could escape the twisting of her self by Dredge. That chance showed itself with the arrival of the woman, it was the first time Ityrla had truly noticed her, a dark haired beauty with pale skin whom had an air about her that wasn't entirely dissimilar from Dredge himself, though lacking in the same overwhelming presence; more a member of the darkness then a spreader of it. She was addressing Dredge in that same language, tones and ebbs guttural but defined, the common tongue. 

Itylra took the chance, begging whatever Gods were listening that Dredge was distracted enough by the woman to let his focus slip. In a sudden burst Itylra scurried left on all fours from Dredge before rapidly bursting to her feet and passing the woman as she as bounded up the stairs two or three at a time. Elven agility, long neglected by the Star Elves came back to her in her wild desperation. Before even a moment had passed Itylra was beyond the basement door and sprinting down the hallway, covered in the blood of rats and gripping a horrific looking blade. 

Itylra paid no mind to any tavern patron as he cleared the door and sprinted for all her worth to the nearest waygate, caring little for where it went. Her body hit the magical portal and vanished as quick as it came, whisking her away to Terrenus and forever away from the Tavern of Legends and to the lands of Terrenus. Only time would tell what would become of Itylra, but for now she was free; and for that she was elated. 

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Dredge didn't bother to stop the young elf, she needed time to process all that had happened. With the jagged fanged smile once more spread across the shade of his helmet, Dredge just chuckled softly as the blood covered girl made her quick and speedy exit. He wasn't done with her yet, not by a long shot. Though that would have to wait for another day. 

 
For now, Dredge continued to sit with his new friend. He had misjudged her and for that he'd have to apologize. Just because he was a monster didn't mean he lacked manners. She could be someone to use in the plans he had set in motion.
 
"A fellow child of darkness. My mistake, I apologize." Dredge said in a sincere tone of voice. 
 
Standing up the man reached into his grieves and pulled out a two large and folded burlap sacks. Stretching the first one out, Dredge looked over to the vampire and chuckled. 
 
"You're far too pretty to be one of us." he said jokingly the began to pick up the rat carcasses and shove them into the bag. 
 
Once the circle was clear of rats Dredge lifted a hand up and soon dark energy began to spring into the air and condense around his hand as if it were pouring into him. The black miasma of energy from the dead rats to horrific emotion had created and condensed around the magic circle dredge had drawn up. All of it flowed into him and soon he lightly groaned as a euphoric wave of power washed over him.
 
"Have the humans of this world always been so dumb?" Dredge asked the woman before moving on to the next part of his plan. 
 
"I mean it's like they're just asking us to seize their domain." Continuing to make pleasant conversation, Dredge moved around the room and looked around for his target. 
 
After a few moments, Dredge moved two sturdy oak barrels apart and found what he had come here for. This wasn't about killing a few rats for a bottle of booze. That was beneath Dredge. What he was here for were these marvelous creatures. 
 
"Yahtzee!!" He almost playfully exclaimed. 
 
Down at his feet were the young brood of the rats, their nest that was filled to the brim with the young of the new dead rodents. Grabbing the second bag, Dredge placed the young rats into the bag by the fistful. They would due perfectly. This went on for a few moments. Dredge didn't need to be on guard or put on his scary face, he was among a creature that at the very least she understood how things worked. 
 

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Aryela watched him for a while with an eyebrow raised for a moment, still wondering what he was doing, but then sighed exasperatedly and went to lean against a nearby wall. "Humans are just another language in the Song of Creation. In my eyes each species has it's on part in the song and humans represent the mildly chaotic part. Of course demons, or I'd like to think so, represent the most chaotic...no..." She thought for a moment, rubbing a piece of fabric from her tunic between two fingers thoughtfully. 

" No, I think that the beings with the darkest minds, the most evil and merciless intentions, the ones who do evil deeds not for a cause, but just because they want to and can, are the beyond dark, their souls are the essence of evil itself." She gazed at him pointedly but went back to staring at the far wall. " And you seem halfway there yourself," she added quietly, but it didn't matter to Aryela much if he heard or not. 

She was quiet for a moment but then she couldn't help herself but ask, "Please inform me on what you're doing. I can find no reason in my old brain for why you are so intent on bothering with rats, of all things. How are the purposeful other than to plague basements and cellars?" 

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