Champions of the Orthodox [To Kill a God]

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"Hello there." Shiki said trying to keep his concentration on his chakra flow. It was not working. He opened his eyes briefly and saw the shadow of the woman that was perched on his head. She was incredibly nimble to say the least. Shiki looked at the woman's shadow and realized that her clothing was missing in her shadow. Shiki reached up with one hand and touched her foot. As he did he planted a trace on her. Shiki tilted his head instinctively to look upwards to figure out what type of nonsense was going on. Shiki was not one to turn away a female form. But he was as equally uneasy about her being naked as he was appreciative of her form in general. Shiki wasn't sure if the lack of clothing was the illusion or if the clothing itself was. Either way he didn't enjoy having his reality toyed with. Shiki rolled over and stood up and took a step backwards as he watched her closely with apprehension. 

Genjutsu. 

She could use genjutsu. And proficiently at that. She was someone who found a niche controlling peoples perceptions. 

"interesting illusion." Shiki would say, his voice a mixture of being impressed but also alarmed. 

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Thief-Taker's Tracer
Rank: "B"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A Thief-Taker can touch a target implanting a mental tracer to the target allowing the user to know the location of the target.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Thief-Taker can at will, as a time length of performing a Chakra Jutsu, touch a creature or object and for 5 days per Class Level they remain aware of the distance to and direction of the target's location. User can only use one of these at any given time but they can dismiss it without sacrificing a movement. Thief-Taker often let some suspects go using this ability to trace them to their true prize, or attach them to a high-risk thief targets so they can track the object itself. Unlike most effects the target creature is unaware that it has been hit by such a technique.
Limit: Must be a Venator. Must be a Thief-Taker.

[The Bearer of Bad News]

"Hn...nope, the illusion is actually gone. Time's up, goes away. Oh well. Didn't really expect to be among company for so long, or I'd have extended it. Thanks for the compliment though. I dabble in illusions like that sometimes, a bit. Just to preserve other people's silly modesty. But we're all above stuffy business like that, right?"

As he moved, she remained perfectly balanced atop his head, though how much of that was natural ability and how much was cheating with her levitation capabilities was questionable. She dropped lightly to the deck and stalked a long half-circle around the man. He was wary of her now, she could sense it. How cute. Humans could be so paranoid. But it didn't matter. As long as she still needed him, she was no threat to him. Depending on how things turned out, she might even be able to benefit him long after now, at least as long as he remained in some way valuable to her.

The metalworking was a promising start. His equipment from before looked like it was of decent quality, and most people preferred to use their own creations where possible. Whether it was out of pride or to cut costs didn't really matter. The point was, it was possible that she might be able to work out some kind of business deal with him in the future if his loadout reflected his actual skills.

She slid soundlessly across the deck, spinning into a small pirouette that ended with her back pressed tightly against his frame. He was probably warm, but she didn't even register such minor variances in temperature anymore. One hand would touch just ever so lightly, sliding along his arm just as he had made contact himself as he moved. And just as quickly as she made contact, she skated away, over to the witch, bowing as if before royalty.

Her sweeping arm would be a distraction, grabbing attention as she slid around the woman to hold her close, looking down at the closed tome.

"Any good?" she asked flippantly.

Once the pair's conditions were registered firmly in the corner of her mind, she flipped back and into the air, twisting around to sit with her legs crossed and her tail dangling down as if it were the only thin holding her up.

"Oh but if you prefer I can start a new one. Anything you can imagine, and it will look and feel and sound and smell and even taste just like the real thing. Aside from the fact that it's not, of course."

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Shiki was rather impressed by her movements. But end of the day he didn't drop his guard. As she moved and twisted Shiki watched for any signs of obvious illusions. Changes in scent, change in a sense of wind. This was a good time to get a good understanding of her abilities. Might even be a good idea to figure out some interesting combos. 

"Sure. Show me what you got." Shiki said curiously. 

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The ring, in the hands of the High Witch, would reveal one more secret. The actual shape of the ring was ever-so-slightly unusual. To one who was skilled only in artisanal crafting it had appeared to be merely the work of clever craftsmanship, but in the eyes of the Witch, it looked like a mark from divine enchantment - why, yes, it had to be a mark commonly associated with questions and conditions: something that, upon being fulfilled, would trigger some bigger divine enchantment. Unfortunately, there was no way to see the bigger divine energies at play here, only those which had physical components. Regardless, it seemed similar to divine artifacts which required faith in some specific divinity to be useable.

The ship sailed off into the distance, guided by the Armorer with his Ring of Magi. He had discovered three vague trajectories for strong sources of divine energy. He could pick one if he chose. He did get the general sense that the more southern and northern ones were similar in distance to each other, but closer than the central one. Yet, the center one seemed slightly stronger than either of the two others, and the southern one just perceptibly stronger than the northern one. This interpretation would be based upon how far the ring pulled from his hand when it was used, and how strongly it pulled his hand forward. Of course, there could be some error to these interpretations as well as the direction themselves.

Meanwhile, the Cultists began her own quest, seeking to take life in the name of her dark deity. The part of the country they were in was relatively unpopulated, surely she would find something eventually, but the population was scarce. The temple must have been the biggest attraction to the region. However, she would be in some luck, as she [southbound clone] would hear a horrible shriek in the distance, followed by continuous wailing. It seemed to be the voice of a man, and, as she was in a forested region, it was hard to see exactly where it came from. However, there was a rocky outcrop just visible in the distance - 400 meters away, perhaps? - where the scream roughly came from. Perhaps reaching that peak would yield a clue?

The [eastbound clone] other copy would continue off into the east, yet to find anything of particular note. She did realize shortly that she had stumbled upon a reasonably beaten-down path. Perhaps this was how some local village brought food to the temple? She could follow the path, if she so chose.


OOC: I am madly sorry. I meant due East! Sorry if there was any confusion. You are going EAST. Additionally, I've been struggling to regularize my schedule. Next post should be Sunday my time (~ 4 days from right now).

PM me if I missed anything. 

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With her life viewing eyes scanning all around it was easy for Hecate #2 to follow after animal life, to seek out a means to kill and eat within reason, manipulating fire chakra to cook and preparing a slaughter in the name of Jashin to repent in doing just that.

With the sound of a ringing shriek reaching her ears Hecate took off towards the sound at a full tilt fly, willing to accept the consequences as she barreled towards the sound of duress. There was the distinct possibility of there being someone knocking on death's door who needed a little nudge over the edge.

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The other, with the impending intervention of Loki, continued it's own path too, soaring through the treelines only to find animals and dirt... flora and fauna. Sometimes though... sometimes she got a peek of more and it was the dirt path that led back from her original position that got her attention.

Her pace slowed and she descended down, lowering till she dropped to the ground and folded up her wings. This path looked.... fresh, fresher than the others she'd seen. If this led to the temple then it might lead to the main roads to the other villages.

That right there earned the world her gracious smile.

[Madame Loki]

Loki was still looking at the ring in her hand as she continued to examine it's workings. She looked over over to her side, watching the cat woman coming over towards her bowing. The Kitty's paws would swipe right through Loki, touching nothing much but air, "Do not touch me without my permission." Loki sighed and then tossed the ring back at the little cat. She then began to explain it, "It possesses a divine enchantment...several. If you fulfill some unspecified condition then a larger more power,and again unspecified enchantment will take effect. I can only decipher the divine energies that are tied to the physical components."

Loki opened her book once again and began to flip through the pages rather quickly as she continued to talk about the ring and what it could possibly do, "It's impossible to decipher the more powerful energies at play within the ring. However, I can tell you this. This ring may not be useful for you. It is very similar to divine artifacts that require faith in some specific deity, to be functional. I haven't tried to get a read on you yet, but you don't strike me some with faith in anything, but yourself. In which case, this ring is more than likely worthless as anything, but a pretty bobble." Loki flipped through the last page of the book, and then groaned as she slammed it shut.

She tossed it over her shoulder, and let it fall off the side of the ship and careen to the earth below, "Terrible... waste of time and money." Loki said as she was clearly disappointed in the book. She folded her arms and looked out into the clouds, tapping her fingers on her arms. She could indeed feel the movement of the second Hecate, feeling two of her seals moving through the area as was sure that meant either Hecate had made herself a clone, or the hut of the monks could now fly. While she wouldn't put it past them, she found it highly unlikely. It didn't really matter, she would let Hecate have her fun, she was sure that if she did find anything truly interesting that she would call her. She sighed... it was official, she was bored again.

[The Bearer of Bad News]

As someone with a similar capability, Schatzi's grin widened when she noted Loki turning incorporeal to avoid her touch. Not that it mattered - a weakness of the condition was that it couldn't prevent non-physical effects. In other words, even as her had passed through the witch, her goal was fulfilled.

"Gasp, it appears our dear sorceress is also a spirit from beyond!" she snickered, recoiling in mock horror.

After her discussion with Shiki, and Loki's explanation of the gifted ring's capabilities, Schatzi caught the thrown bauble and slipped it over her right ring finger with a frown. People kept throwing her stuff around. So rude.

She thought for a moment about an illusion to raise, before settling on one from her past. "How about...a Karinui-weave evening gown? Diaphanous, ivory lace?"

She thought hard a moment, remembering the sensations from when she had first sewn the garment. How the fabric and the stitching had felt in her hands. The smell of it. The taste of it. How it sounded when she moved or when a breeze hit. And then she clicked her fingers, and a white dress shimmered into place over her naked form. It had a slit up each side so her legs could move freely, as well as a hole in the rear for her tail. The neckline plunged drastically down to her crotch, just barely covering her breasts and genitals and exposing the pendant that hung between them. Slightly transparent, it still left almost nothing to the imagination. Her belts sat comfortably over top of the illusion, as if she was actually wearing it.

"Ta-da!"

She lounged sideways in the air like this and adjusted her glasses, her illusory garb adhering more convincingly to the laws of gravity than the woman herself.


"Its not like I only have faith in myself you know. There was someone else once. Someone who made me believe in something beyond my own entertainment. I believed in her, more than any mythical creator figure. But that was a long, long time ago."

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Shiki wasn't sure if he was supposed to be getting into this girl and her illusions or wary of them. From Loki's general attitude about this woman he figured it was probably best to not press his luck with his physical attractions. Hard to help of course. His first ever girl that he had foolishly fallen head over heels for had very cat like features of her own. Maybe thats what was so appealing to Shiki. He simply smiled and tried to play the attraction off. 

"It's a nice look.." Shiki said playfully with a mild flirtatious undertone. Nothing that would compromise him but enough to show interest. Shiki got a strong and powerful reading coming up on due course of his pathway. He figured it was probably within the interest of everyone to take on one of the smaller villages or divine groups he was coming up on. This way it would give them all a rather good idea of what exactly they were going to need to be dealing with inside the actual hideout or sanctuary. 

[Madame Loki]

"Yes finding positive female role models can be quite difficult." Loki responded with a bit of a sarcastic and indifferent tone in her voice. She really didn't care much about this Kat girl, nothing she had seen from her, labeled her as interesting enough to remember once they had left each others company. It was this very reason that she didn't mind the flirtation of Shiki, it was just a bit annoying that he had to gull to do it in her presence. She looked over at him narrowing her eyed into a glare before rolling them as she looked off over the side of the ship. Her would cross her legs resting her elbow on her inter high.

Training Starting:

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Continuing form here...

Learning: 30/70

Beat Wave
Rank: "A"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: The user is able to send their Soul Wavelength through their fists.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A number of times per day equal to the user's Impeccable Will, the user can use their Soul Resonance techniques to amp up the power of their fists when using an Unarmed technique. For Techniques that have a save, the user forces an additional role with a Save equal to the user's original Save + Their Resonance Score. When using a Damaging Technique, the user can deal damage equal to 6 Armour Points of untyped Damage equal to their Resonance Score.
Limit: Must be a Mabuki. Must know Soul Resonance. Must know Soul Wavelength 15 Skill Points. Must know Improved Unarmed Strike.

She placed her head into the her palm, and looked over into her other free hand to her right. Her eyes remained glued to her palm as she began to hum an enchanting melody, herself. As she began to hum her mind wandered into the enter most depths of herself. In her mind she was walking through the darkness of her soul humming to herself. The more and louder she hummed the lighter the space around her became. Up further in the distance she could see a flickering of light, and began to walk towards it without hesitations. As she pushed forward in her mind, all the while humming, in the physical world her hand, to anyone who could see soul energy began to glow.

The glowing was only slight at first, it didn't seem as if Loki was actually trying to put power into the technique. And at the moment she was not, she was more interested in her own control and the sensation that the energy provided her with. She continued to hum to herself and sink deeper into the darkness of her mind, in order to find the room within herself that housed her soul. In her mental realm the curtains of black continued to slowly be pulled away as she continued to push forward. It was long before she found herself in a place familiar to her. It was a luxurious room, filled with fine chairs and couches, fit for a princess.

The wall paper of this room, reflected the exact happens of the physical world that surrounded her. And there in the middle of it all as a little lavender spirit orb that resembled Loki in appearance. The little orb began to float through the air towards her, bouncing on air as it did so. Once it stood there in front of Loki it smiled and began to join in with Loki and her humming. As the two of them harmonized the vibrations of her singing began to resonate, and the power of her soul, began to pour out from her. The power manifested in the physical world where she caroled it into her free hand. Loki's stare intensified as as more power began to gather around her hand.

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💀 : [Clone who heard cry] Yes, her sense of life showed a being, climbing, slowly and with great labor up a stony hill. The being was a man, of sorts, muscular, perhaps a day laborer from these parts? He carried with him almost no luggage at all, and continue to scream and complain as he climbed up the hill he was on. However, from behind him would rush the Cultist of Death, at the full speed that only one of her abilities could match. She did not attempt caution, so the man heard a branch break beneath her foot as she neared.

"Who goes there?" The man said, almost out of breath, drawing a sword, wrought of cheap iron and like to break at the nearest sign of confrontation. "I warn thee, dare to make an attempt on my life and the consequences shall be beyond dire!" He held his sword shakily, but he seemed certain and earnest in the honesty of the words he said.

💀 : Additionally, (as it was almost midnight) the other half of the Cultist's sould would encounter something obviously odd along the path. It was a flame in the distance, and not at all a small one. It was, perhaps, fifteen meters round at the base, and reached nearly twenty meters into the sky overall, (bearing of course the normal conical shape of a woodfire) and flickered with the bright lights and many colors of a hot burn of a variety of materials. It was no village yet, but it was a burning village, if she dared to get close enough to look at it carefully.

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Meanwhile, aboard the floating ship, progress was being made, a goodly number of miles now having been traversed. It was a little past midnight when a storm began to roll into the area, and suddenly. Dark clouds rolled overhead, the rain began to pour heavily on the deck, making it quite the unpleasant seating area, and thunder rumbled in the near-distance. Certainly, the weather was awful. Of course, this ship needed no natural winds to operate, but what would this storm bring? Would the party stay out and watch it? Or head inside to make their meal and continue their idle movement towards their divine destination?

OOC: Next post should be Tuesday or Wednesday my time. Thanks for the great roleplay and great patience.

[Madame Loki]

Learning: ?/70

As the power of her soul gathered into her hand, she held out her palm and released the energy that was there. As she did so the soul power rocketed out of her palm and shook the air in front of her. She looked mildly impressed by the power, she could make it stronger, and it could improve her strike power maybe, even though she honestly didn't need it. Loki rolled her eyes at the notion, what a ridiculous thought, you could always use more power. Loki looked down at the palm of her hand once again as she began to gather her soul energy into the center. As she focused int on the center of her palm her mind wondered back into her, what she was now calling her soul room.

Once inside again she picked up the violin of her soul and began placed it under her chin. As he bow touched the string of of the violin her soul orb came and rest itself on the edge of the bow. As the soul orb came in contact on the bow, in the real world it's imagine would burst around Loki as a lavender orb of soul energy, that seemed to resemble Loki, at ghostly pony tail extended from the top and a misty outline of what looked like glasses appeared on the front slightly angled up. Anyone who could see souls would be able to glance at the spectacle that was Loki... training? Messing around? Let's say training... the spectacle that is Loki training.

The power of her soul continued to swell, as she began to play the violin of her soul. As she played the vibrations emitting from the violin turned into more power, and on the outside the orb of soul energy that surround Loki began to radiate with even more power. Not only did more of it's power come into being, it began to condense, and intensify. First it started out as a large encircling orb of soul energy, and began to shrink down around her. It's shrinking form began to move down towards the palm that she was looking at this whole time. Some the orb was small enough to fit into the palm of her hand. However, she wasn't done just yet.

[Madame Loki]

Learning: ?/70

Loki's head lazily tilted to the side as she looked down into the orb over the palm of her hand. Her eyes narrowed a bit and as she narrowed hem she was broth back into her soul room where the delicate melody she was playing before had began to pick up speed. Her pinky wiggle over the strings feverishly, as the bow danced along the violin with break neck speeds. The speed, and precision in which she was playing was inhuman. Her soul orb continued to hold on to the need of the bow with a smile on it's face as it listened the the sounds of Loki's songs and intensified the vibrations from the violin, as it was clear to her what Loki wanted to do.

As the vibrations increased inside of her soul room, the room itself began to vibrate uncontrollably. Neither Loki nor her soul stopped what they were doing, they continued to the play on as the vibrations continued to shake the innards of her soul. As the vibrations increased, on the out side Loki was looking down at the orb of soul energy floating above her palm. She sighed, letting out a smile as the orb continued to condense even further. As it condensed even more, the sparks of power began to arch off the side of the orb, much to Loki's pleasure. As the power arched off, Loki began to claw her fingers. As her fingers clawed the orb condensed down even further.

The arching power from the orb sparked onto her finger tips as the power continued to increase. Loki then looked out in front of her and gripped a tight fist around the orb that had formed in her hand. As she did so the power that was in the orb burst around her closed fist. Loki looked at her fist, and the made a casual punching motion off to the side of her. As the motion was completed, there was the sound of thunder, as the soul energy invisible to the naked eye exploded off it end of her fist. She looked at her fist and then shrugged her shoulders. It was nice, but still a little slow. She would need to see if she could speed things up again.

[Madame Loki]

Learning: ?/70

Loki looked down at her fist and in an instant she was mentally make in her soul room. She looked at her soul, or the representation of it saying, "Let's go faster this time... pick up the pace." Loki smiled and the soul smiled back, "Yes, mam..." Loki took a breath and place the bow back onto the strings of the violin, and began to play. As she played the soul rested on the tip of the bow let again. Only this time when the first cord was played the room began to vibrate with the power of resonance of Loki's soul. As the vibrate immediately began to shake the room, Loki smiled as she continued to play her tune of power. As the tune was played in the physical worlds, powerful soul energy exploded around Loki's fist.

To everyone looking that could glimpse soul energy, it would had the instant that Loki looked down at her fist. She then gave a quick jab out to the side and as she did so a loud thunderous noise would echo, as the power of her soul echoed out. She cocked her fist back again and then sent out another lazy punch. In her soul room, the physical world seemed to be at a stand still as Loki continued to play her violin and her soul continued to amplify the soul. The vibrations increased to extraordinary levels as the room started to shake uncontrollably, yet again. As the room shook she began to gather the powers of the vibrations into her fist once again. In the physical world she unleashed another strike.

As she released the casual jab there was a thunderous sound of power that sprang forward once again. As the punch finished she pulled back once again and more soul energy began to focus around her fist. As released another attack and again there was the sounds of power thunder that unleashed from her fist. She looked over at her fist once again. I seemed that she had mastered this technique. It would probably prove to be useful, regardless, it had provided her with some entertainment while they floated aimlessly through the sky. She looked at her fist once more and the sent out another thunderous jab. She sighed, "Are we there yet?"

[Spectre of the Falls(Kuroki)]

+40 TP Learned

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Several days of travel having been thoroughly accomplished, the crew of the ship would see before them a city of reasonable size. Surrounded with a great wall of stone and timber, and with a tall tower in its very center - perhaps a military base or seat of governance? However, atop the tower a huge flame burned, its purpose yet unknown, but it seemed out of place. Was the city burning down? Was there some sort of celebration? It was too far out to tell exactly what was going on.

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Shiki sighed as he saw the approaching fortress in front of them. Shiki kept flying the ship over the walls. If there was anything strong enough to oppose them and stop their flight it would make itself known shortly. If not Shiki would fly towards the important looking tower thing. As they got near it Shiki would scan the building with his X-ray visor and his metal sense for anything strange or peculiar. Like wise he would keep his eyes, ears and nose open looking for anything that stood out as odd or out of the ordinary. 

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Shiki sighed... This was starting to bore him. He moved over to the center of the ship. "If you need me come find me." Shiki said as nothing was apparently happening around him. "I get its the end of the world and all. But there is probably another world ending calamity somewhere down the road a bit more pressing." With no interruptions Shiki would open up a scroll containing a teleportation seal and finish preparing the ritual and would promptly teleport back to the land of thunder.


-exits- 


(ooc) 

This doesn't seem to be going anywhere. I want my thread back. I can rejoin when things are active. Until then im leaving.  

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(enters) 

Shiki reappeared exactly as he was with one exception. On his chest was a new seal. A seal of the black sun. He looked around for his wife trying to use his senses to find where she was. He reached out to touch her mind with his mental seal and started to share his thoughts with her. I'm not sure whats going on with everyone else Loki. But I think it might be up to the two of us to save the world... Again. Shiki chuckled as it always seemed to end up panning out like this. The two of them stopping things bent on destroying the planet.

[Madame Loki]

/Re-Enter

Loki appeared next to Shiki with a dull expression on her face, "So it would appear." Loki sighed as she she walked forward and float onto the the railing of the his ship. She had all the items she had before, only she had replaced the explosives in her hand guns to Weeping Witch Explosives, and the explosives in the guns on her feet with Skadi's Cry. As she sat there she looked at the cup that she was given earlier, and wondered rather or not she should use it just yet. "Let's just find this Guy and get this over with. We have much more pressing matters to deal with." Loki said as she held her hand against her belly. Around her belly button now sat the Black Sun Seal. But that was not the reason she was placed her hand on there belly.

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The ship approached the city, passing over its walls, but just as it crossed the walls, from that stony military fortifications in the center of the city. The group would be over the walls, but not particularly close to the actual tower when something somewhat terrifying would happen.

A figure standing on the tower - merely a dot, to the eyes of the approaching adventurers, would launch a singular arrow towards the pirate ship. The arrow would travel nearly 800 meters, and it would do it tremendously quickly. Unceremoniously  it would thud into the center of the deck of the floating ship. The lovers would be standing perhaps 20 meters from it. If the High Witch was particularly quick about recognizing such things, she would have a moment of intrigue. The markings on the arrowhead looked relatively similar to those of the Hirashin seal. Could it possibly be ... ?

And so it would seem that it was. For, just as the arrow bit its way into the hull, a flash of lightning and a burst of light flame would appear, and standing where the arrowhead had struck would be a large man. His natural height would have been about 7 feet, and his bulk was enormous. And, on top of all that, he wore a thick plate armor that glistened strangely in the sun, as if maintaining the appearance of dim torchlight despite the environment. In his hand he held a longbow - perhaps the long bow that had shot this arrow? And on his back sat a quiver which contained only three arrows. He had a dark complexion, and his head was clean-shaven. His brow sported many scars, suggesting a long, albeit imperfect career in combat.

"Halt this ship, travelers." He would say, far more loudly than necessary considering the distance, in an accent that screamed local. "Who are you? What business have you here?" His eyes would flit quickly back and forth, from the High Witch to the Armorer, as if he was unsure which of them he should be addressing, but also with a sense of hatred within them. He did not seem openly violent, just yet, but he seemed to be sizing up the two, as if ready for violence.