Dirtydan

Gins eyes where sharp and he noticed that her pale ears where flush with blood, he didn't think he'd done anything to warrant that but he smiled. He'd also notice her eyes lingering on his scare, but that was personal something we wasn't ready to share with her or anyone really. "Well for now at the very least I can I'd like to get us both in fighting shape again." He smiled as he would return to his salve. He would begin to scoop finger fulls if the salve onto his hands and slather them over his wounds, with a sharp inhale and quite grunt of pain. "Yes, as night sets the fire can only do so much too keep us warm well need to bundle up." He pause for a moment to see that she had already began cooking stopping to watch. "Handle the cooking however you like I'm sure you'd have little intrest in plain food I'd prepare. I eagerly await your meal it smells divine" he would smile softly as he rested his hand on her shoulder. "I wouldn't poison you, hunters, have got higher standards. Beside I doubt I'd be able to make something strong enough if I tried." He chuckle softly as he sat down on the bed. "I would say you are correct this bed is really quite nice, the upstairs is also very fancy. I found their shower their as well. Perhaps after dinner you'd like to clean yourself up." He spoke warmly as he watched prepare the meal. "Well unfortunately, until we can we be sure I'm going to be by your side I couldn't forgive myself if let this go unsloved. Besides for now we are allies but you said it yourself, you do as you wish on your own whims. If your own whims shift from helping people to hurting them I'll have to stop you" his eyes sharpened looking at her. "But I think beneath the appearance you've got a good heart."

He would listen intently as she pronounced repeating it back to himself a few rime dedicating it to memory. "Well Viri at least for now we on working towards a common goal. I don't see why we shouldn't help one another" he sound almost incredulous as he said this but what choice did he have they were both a few bad nights away from deaths door. As the two made their way into the cabin he would do what he could to help break the brittle wood to start the fire, working along side her. He was careful tending the fire so it would burn longer and hotter with the little wood they currently had. "I'll be alright, be careful we don't know what could be in here if you need me shout." He called out to her as she headed to the cellar. In her time in the cellar he new he'd need to take the top half of his clothing off. So he did just that. His wounds weren't to deep the salve he was going to make should repair them in a few hours, days at most. He searched through the first floor and found a few blankets and pillows easily accessible that he gathered he knew that Viri would like something to cover her body and to keep warm. As he laid them near the fire Tonic would fly it with a two talons full of various herbs. Gin would get up and close the door, as best he could with the damage he could fix it but had more pressing matters. He would first get some water and two pots to set it to boil one for his salve and another for tincture he would prepare for Viri. While the water would start to heat up he would would move upstairs looking around it was quite large, the second story consisted of 2 bedrooms, a few closets and a bathroom. One bed room was furnished with a bed and a dresser while the other was unfortunately quite bare. Gin would careful grab the mattress and carry down stair, they most assuredly would want to sleep as near to the fire as they safely could by the time he would get down stairs would his pots would be ready to pull off the heat. He would begin by mixing up the components for her tincture carefully grinding down seeds with the butt and arrow to find powder before dumping them into the pot, followed by a few leaves, and roots once it was done he would pour it into large mug for her. Then he'd begin to work on his salve. As she would return to fire she would see Gin sitting topless his torso covered in ancient drudic marking he'd tattooed onto his skin. Along with a large scare that went through his abdomen just below his sternum. Hearing her speak he would turn to her smile laughing softly as he bowed. "Oh great demoness, I offer thin greatest praises for your wine and food. You are truely the most beautiful, powerful, and intelligent the world has ever known." He stuck his tongue out rose up to look at her his honed body now on display for her crimson orbs to feast upon. It was no wonder he was able fight toe to toe with spider queen his body was honed for survival, muscles toned, dense, not to large, and flexible. He'd take the mug in one hand walk toward her slowly before raising it to offer it to her. "A little remedy for the spider bite, I'm unsure if your infernal blood needs any help purging the toxins but this should help significantly and if not it's also a nice warm ginseng tea. Humor your subject oh wonderful demoness." He chuckled as he set the mug on a small shelf next to her. He would them return to his other work kneeling back down he began to grind up more ingredients adding them to a mixture occasionally he would stop to taste or smell some of the components. "I'm working an old healing salve I used to make as child, I've refined the recipe quite a bit their really isn't anything better" he spoke in his own proud voice. Once the mixture was complete he would leave to set for a for awhile so it would thicken and cool down enough to use. He would then begin to prepare the bandages he would need for his wounds. "So was it?" He ask looking up from his task. "Was it cult activity? If so our work is only just stsrting we'll need to nip this in bud quickly to prevent anymore death." He spoke almost as if he'd known for ever so casual and calm. This was more Gins typical attitude, collected, casual, even a little playful at time. It was seldom he ever had an opportunity to share this side with some else.

Despite the two narrowly escaping with their lives he couldn't help but chuckled as the infernal struggled to remove his cloak from her horn, a slight smile coming across his lips as he watched amused. It was quickly followed by a deeper hardier laugh as she sneezed, "Sure, they do princess bundle up" he teased, the fact he was still breathing made him a little more affable, as well seeing her more human traits. He stood up straighter as he meet her gaze, "It is my problem I'm not going to go through all that work to save you to let you die in the cold." He let out a small scoff, followed by a soft whistle as Tonic came to roost on his shoulder. "Your lucky my friend here like you or it would be a different story. I'm Gin and this one's Tonic. I'd like to say it a pleasure to meet you Nephviri, but I'm going to with hold that judgment for now" he obviously mispronounced her name when spoke, but for whatever his reason he couldn't help from smiling perhaps he was just happy to be alive. Gin could feel his body getting weak from over exerting himself and when he felt her come to support him he tried to push back. "I'm fine I've..." he began before slouching back onto her. "Perhaps I don't have it thank you Nephviri" he groaned through his teeth, "lead the way to this cabin and hopefully the rot has left it intact." The two would make surprisingly good process through the fallen snow, Gin was no stranger to pushing through the pain, though at this point perhaps it was his ally who was leading the charge. As the two walked through the freshly fallen snow a small crimson path would drip behind them from his wounds. The smell fo trees, and flowers had already begun to return as well as the sounds of small forest creatures. "Tonic, see what herbs you can round up I'll need to prepare a salve lots of it" followed by a series of 3 quick whistles, Tonic flew off into the night. After a period of silence he would recall the things she said to him. "A brood mare huh? I guess she didn't plan on killing you." He would begin to stand more on his own now still leaning on the women for support. "That doesn't sound like a good fate. I'm pleased you didn't have anything to do with her, but I know you practice pact magic, and blood magic. I'm also aware they are both evil forms of magic. So forgive me if I'm hesitant to believe your on the side of good. Also I've had to kill few summoned creature who's summoners lost control you'd be surprised how many people bite off more than the can chew." He laughed deeply again.

That's very sweet, people don't tend to call me cute. I just want to be respectful of you and your time. I appreciate you being clear with you intentions.

Gin held his ground between the infernal and the Queen doing all that he could to buy her time to finish the preparation for her spell. His heart was pounding and his entire arm wracked in pain from her blade. As the Queen erupted into a flash of flame he recoiled slightly. His mother had warned him about this kind of magic. Blood magic, pact magic it was dangerous and more often then not evil. His mind raced should he turn and put her down now before she had a chance to turn that magic to him. She may not be with the spiders but he had no idea of the her intentions were. Once the queens body had shriveled from the flames he turned back to her. "Why, why come here to fight this monstrosity? Do you feel some guilt from bring such a beast into existence" he shot back to her. When Nephviri would recall the blade he would happily let it fly from his hand. He refused to acknowledge the pain that pulsed through his body. He would not give her a chance to spot any weakness to take advantage of. As the ground would begin to quake beneath them instinctive he would he cover her with his body to protect her from falling debris, only for her barrier to trump his own protection. Finally after it would stop he would pull back and look her over, even in this disheveled state she was still strangely alluring, he would struggle to pull his eyes from her. He was bleeding from his shoulder and chest, the wound on his leg was mostly blunt. His gambison was torn to revile his chain mail underneath, that was also rended from the beasts claws. His brow dripping with sweet and his hair matted to his face. Finally he forced to react to her question. "It will take more than this kill me. We can talk later!" He scolded her. He could sense the ground beneath them ready to thrash again. He reached down with his good arm and pulled her to her feet. "We're moving now!" He lifted her up over his shoulder and began to run through the tombs. The ground would begin to violently shake as he run up the mudded slope, his feet struggling to find traction to move. A large chunk would fall, and he narrowly avoid the debris. "Hold on tight" he groaned the pain setting in as his adarline was running thin. He took a deep breath focusing on his movement he would sway and dip deftly his feet easily finding the solid spot on the ground to run at full speed. They weren't the only two trying to escape this collapsing tomb before it was their finaly resting space. Spider crawling from the holes as rocks would come down crush them. Finally smell of fresh air would rush into his nose and the loud calls of his owl would pass his ears giving the conviction to make his way to the surface. Once he breached the entrance he would take a few more steps before stumbling to the ground laying his loosely defined ally on the ground. He rolled to his back he began to take slow deep breaths. His owl would fly down and land on the strange women's leg looking her over seeming to hold no skepticism towards her. "Tonic! What are you doing?" He called out softly before making his way back to his feet. "Its to cold for you to be so exposed like this" Gin spoke in a almost compassionate tone. He would take his heavy cloak off and drape it over her body. "Can you walk?"

That is totally alright, I'm sorry that you haven't been feeling well lately I recently got over an illness myself. I apologize, I don't want to make you feel rushed, or any kind of unnecessary pressure. I will be more patient in the future.

Hey, I don't to come off as pushy or anything but I noticed you reacted to my last reply in our roleplay but you never sent a reply to it.

Gin turned his head to look at the infernal woman who had began to speak to him. His brow furrowed as he listened to her. "You want me to cut you down? Why so I can fight you both" he scoffed at turning back to see the Queen had already lunged at him. It was to late for him to dodge, he had to try to block. He shifts his weight to one side in attempt to deflect her blow, however the two clashed hard. Gins staff braced between them as she forced him away from the women. Gin dug in his heels into the dirt trying to hold his ground as he slid through soft wet mud. His chest burned, and blood began to run down his chest. Fuck! She caught me, he thought. His eyes shot over to the woman once more. "What's the matter hunter, am I to big to get caught in your little trap" she sneered and cackled loudly. One of her hands released the staff between them to rend the armor and flex on Gins shoulder. He howled in pain taking the brunt of the blow. It seemed in this moment the man was just going to be fodder instead of her salvation. Then, In a move of desperation he pushed against her hard and leapt up into the air kicking The Queen in her chest creating distance as he hit the ground he rolled back up to his feet. His good hand finding a small pouch on his belt, he loosened the string as be called out. "What's the matter you eight legged whore? Did you think you had me cornered I'm harder to kill then that" he spat back clearly trying to goad thr Queen into a more reckless attack. His gambit had paid off she hastily lunged at him in fury as she howled out "You disgusting peice of filth I wouldnt even feed you to my young." He waited until she got close her slung the pouch at her face, a cloud of flour erupted fourth the powder coating her face and eyes. He tried to slip past her as she thrashed but he wasn't unscathed. "You'd better not be fucking around" he shouted to the hanging women. He ran towards her a his legged throbbed in pain. No time to think just act, focus Gin! He knelt down grabbing the women's pact blade, it seemed to recoil from his hand almost rejecting his grasp, but he clung tight. Pivoting he swung the blade quickly cutting through the binds that held the women a loft, as she fell he tried to soften her fall as best he could with wounds, but instead only dropped her near her grimoire. He clenched the blade tightly in his hand despite the violet flames that began to crawl up his arm burning his skin. "I'll hold her off as long as I can. Back me up!" His voice was calm, confident even as he moved between the infernal women and the spider Queen.

As the bowels of this tomb would once again roar with action Gin would move faster, he needed to stop whatever was going on down there. More spiders would begin to accost him as he ran. In hard punching motion the wood on his bow would straighten into a staff that he used to easily bat away the spiders. "I've never seen like this before." He spoke through calm steady breaths. The door to the queens layer now before him. Gin would pause one hand reaching to the quiver feeling the fetching counting sixteen arrows left that would be plenty to take down a broad mother, last time he did it three this should be no problem. He assured himself before he would charge head long into the room. Wait, what was that! He nearly gasped at the Queen he'd never seen anything like it. He whipped his staff back to a short bow and fired an arrow at her torso. Without evening looking in his direction, she caught the arrow snapping it in half. "We have another so brazen as to attack my nest, more food my children I suppose" she hissed venomously. For a fraction of moment Gin felt the urge to run, but he steadied himself and loosed another volley of his arrows at her. She easily deflected two with her hands, her armor blocked the third, and the fourth however found its mark in lower abdomen, though it seemed to have little effect on her. Quickly circling the room, his eyes scanning for threats. Her supply of spiders must have been running low as they would only trickly slowly out of their homes. "Brazen of you to call this your home! You've stolen this place and killed it inhabitants, your an abomination with no claims here. You'll pay for what you've done." Gin shouted back his deep voice dampened by the soft wet walls. After he spoke their was a moment of stillness in the room. Things just seemed to stop how dare that worthless human, speak to her a queen like that. In this time his eyes past over the women her armor torn, pale skin exposed, and her burning eyes. He didn't have much time to see anything else though as the queen would lung at him in a fury. In swift deliberate move he dodge her lung and return with a strike to mid section with his bow, the force vibrating his hands so much he nearly dropped his bow. He expected that blow to do more it was solid and deep but the queen just laughed at his futile attempt. Gin knew he'd need space to dodge an attack that quick again, he began to back up. This bring him closer to the women trapped in the webs.

The ground would temeble, from the commotion underneath him, concerned Gin would quicken his pace. At the maw of this tomb he let out a long slow whistle calling back Tonic to his shoulder. "This may take awhile friend, stay up here. I'll come back for you" he spoke gently in his deep rough voice. His hand moved up to brush a tuft of feathers on the owls neck before he cast it off again. His short bow would still be useful in these tunnels plenty of room from draw and fire. Before setting off into the the tunnel he made his final preparations, lighting his lantern that hung from his hip and pulling a small cloth to cover his mouth and nose to sheild from the from the worst of the putrid odor. Down the stairs Gin would travel his bow ready, his ears perked, and eyes sharp. The sent of death permeated the air forcing its way into his nose through his cover. He moved diligently not to disturb the resting place of those who had died her, moments before he would cross the threshold to the galley a formilar chittering would begin to stir. He pulled the bow string taught as single spider would scurry quickly back into its hiding place. Gin would let out a deep sigh as he took in the sight of all this carnage. "A fire? No if that was the case then the roots would be damaged" he reached up and broke off a small peice bringing to nose before coughing and tossing to the ground. "Rotten, I should have known" he grumbled. As the root hit the ground a stream of thick webbing would erupt from tunnel, Gin deftly pivoted out of the way, and loosed two arrows into the tunnel. More webs would begin to spray forth from the tunnels, in an almost beautiful symphony of violence Gin would dance between streams reutning a volleys of arrows into them. However his quiver was growing lighter, knowing this couldn't go on for ever he had to think of something else. He gracefully tumbled across the galley of tombs, his hands grabbing large clumps of the soft rotted roots and ripped the vile earth from the ceiling causing a cascade of putrid earth to rain down, trapping most to the spiders in their holes. Gin let out a soft sigh, knowing this would only be a temporary fix and he'd need to cleanse this place with fire. That would have to come after he killed the brood mother. He found the passage deeper into this spiders den. Soft voices, indistinct, and quite could be heard further down. His gut was telling him to get out, this isn't just a nest this is something evil. The scare on his stomach ached, he knew this was bad idea. He swallowed hard, calmed his mind and hurried further in perhaps he could surprise whoever was down their and get the upper hand.

I appreciate the understanding! I have replied to the post now though

I saw I apologize for the long delay before my reply to it.

Crisp winter air howled through the woods, cutting through Gins heavy cloak, chilling him to his bones, as he followed his nose to the sent of rot. Tonic soared above scouting for possible threats. Gin had pick up rumors whispers from taverns and campfires of pale women traveling these lands. Some blamed her for the missing the children, some refused to acknowledge her, other claimed she was ghost haunting the lands. However that meant little Gin, all he knew was that something was plaguing these lands and the best way to fix it was to cull it from the root. Gin knew what giant spiders were capable of. He'd eradicated nests in the past, but something was different this time. They feed to quickly, spread to fast, but he was prepared as best he could for this unknown. After days travel, through the wind snow had finally began to fall the soft white crystals peppering his beard and and cloak. With this weather he should have no trouble getting his rations to keep but them seemed to rot in a matter of hours. He knew this had to be the work of some evil magic, not just an unruly nest of giant spiders. He would stop for moment, pulling his canteen from his cloak to take a sip. Ack! He'd quickly a spit it back out dumping his canteen on the ground, the water had sored. This land wasn't healthy anymore. Through the canopy of the forest Tonic would come to pearch on his shoulder nestling to him for warmth. A small series of hoo's indicated that he was near the village now. "Strange, I'd expect to see at least some activity by now" he shrugged off the thought. As he would slip out of the cover of the forest he would draw his bow, and notch an arrow. Stealthily he'd approached the main road. Tracks, wagon tracks, had some one been taking people here? Gins mind raced with possibilities. A sharp whistle would send Tonic to the skies once more safe from the dangers here on the ground. Cautiously he would approach the the tracks his eyes pouring over all that the snow had yet to cover. When suddenly his eyes found something unusual footprints, this would provide him with the answers he thought. Slowly he would follow the trail his head swiveling from roof top to alley way Gin did not plan to be caught of gaurd by anything, however he wasn't perfect.

Take as long as you need. I'm excited aswell this should be lots of fun.

That's awesome! My replies vary but I typically do my best give descriptive responses. If you find my replies lacking feel free to say say something and I'll do my best to improve it. I eagerly await your starter!

That's sounds like it would be a lot of fun! I would definitely like to to that. If their isn't anything else you'd like to discuss about this I'm ready to get started.

I think that sounds awesome! I really enjoy that troupe was well it so much fun and it provides a good source of light hearted conflict. So, you're thinking the two first encounter each other in an Arachnes den have a little stand off between the two of them then have to team up to stop the real monster, then start to develop a connection I really like that!

Hey, I'm really really sorry for replying so late with the Christmas holiday coming up I've been super swamped with life. I've got a few ideas with how we could start a roleplay. 1.) In Gins adventures he accepts a quest from town or group if people who have heard rumors of a strange demon-like women in the area. Scared and ignorant they want Gin to go hunt and kill them, however it turns out to be your character. 2.) While Gin is tracking down a mark for quest it turns out they are both looking for the same or similar things. Perhaps Gin is sent to collect an old tomb full ancient occult information for a scholar, and your character is after the demon the is guarding. This leading to a possible uneasy partnership between them. If either of the peek your intrest, or give you some ideas I'd love to hear them. I'm always open to ideas and suggestions!

Hey, I'm really really sorry for replying so late with the Christmas holiday coming up I've been super swamped with life. I've got a few ideas with how we could start a roleplay. 1.) In Gins adventures he accepts a quest from town or group if people who have heard rumors of a strange demon-like women in the area. Scared and ignorant they want Gin to go hunt and kill them, however it turns out to be your character. 2.) While Gin is tracking down a mark for quest it turns out they are both looking for the same or similar things. Perhaps Gin is sent to collect an old tomb full ancient occult information for a scholar, and your character is after the demon the is guarding. This leading to a possible uneasy partnership between them. If either of the peek your intrest, or give you some ideas I'd love to hear them. I'm always open to ideas and suggestions!

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Are those the only options what about cupcakes?

Don't you want some one looking out for you?