Most likely it was Beira's relatively naive, almost polarized outlook on the world that made her assume that Vandrad did not belong to a light guild. Those who strove to make the world see that they were of better moral composition than the average human, as well as the truly good, in Beira's opinion, were those who made up the populations of light guilds. Okay, and government lap dogs. The rest of humanity would conveniently squeeze into the neutrals and darkies. Else they probably would not belong in the sanctimonious atmosphere of the light guilds. That was Beira's outlook on the dynamics of guild memberships. Someone like Vandrad, in Beira's opinion, was too gritty and dark to fit in with the light guild stereotype in her head. Okay, Beira was sure that there were a number of dark gritty people in light guilds, but Vandrad was too straightforward to be one of them. So Beira thought.
That was why she was surprised at Vandrad's response, because even though he hadn't denied that she was right, he had insinuated the possibility that she was wrong. Of course, neither of the mages had disclosed their allegiances, and that had made Beira, who was ever creating opinions about people and things in her restless mind, fit Vandrad into the category she thought he best identified with. Well, that was a not so costly reminder that she was not to just assume things about people recklessly, and in the event that she did, it would be best to keep her assumptions to herself. So she said nothing in response to Vandrad's snort, simply shrugging as though it was of no import to her. "Eh well, whatever," she responded nonchalantly, letting the matter drop.
The statement about herself giving Vandrad a better run for his money as far as combat was concerned caused Beira to turn to look at her treasure hunting partner with a slightly surprised expression. Fortunately though, the look on his face made her realize that he was probably fooling around. Well, there was always still time to rib him once more before the close of the day, the God Slayer surmised, her mind actively seeking ways to get another joke on him. Such a time and moment would eventually show up.
Fast forward to present. This was the second time Vandrad was preventing Beira from falling, though she could easily escape from such a sticky situation herself. Still the effort to keep her safe was acknowledged, and she nodded gratefully at him. At Vandrad's comment that he would deal with the flying ghost, Beira nodded, but made no immediate move, instead choosing to act winded when Vandrad went to battle the ghost, so that if the ghost realized what she was doing, it would be too preoccupied with Vandrad fighting it to be able to do anything to stop her from achieving her goal. Hopefully, one attack would be enough. Rising to her feet as Vandrad flew off fighting the ghost, Beira took aim, and punched downwards, landing the base of her open palm on the sarcophagus with as much strength as she could muster. There was aloud splitting sound like thunder, and green light began escaping from the fissure that had cracked the box all the way from top to bottom.
The specter shrieked, and attempted to dash at Beira, totally ignoring Vandrad and leaving itself open for whatever he was going to do to it. Seeing that the ghost was rushing towards her, Beira lifted her right foot and kicked the sarcophagus viciously, smashing the stone to bits and sending large chunks of the sarcophagus into the abyss below, just about the time the ghost was nearly within striking range. Whether it was this, or something Vandrad did to the wraith, it suddenly burst into an ethereal green flame, moaning as it did so. Its ashes fell into the abyss, and Beira had to shoot out her hand and catch the bracelet, which she waved joyfully at Vandrad. Mission accomplished. And of course, that brought the two mages to another important part of the mission: who would take the relic and leave.
Vandrad wasn't too close, so the God Slayer decided to play one more trick on him. Her teleport ability had sufficient range to take her out of the subterranean vault, so she would use it to prank him. But in any case, Beira could never leave Vandrad here and just escape with the bracelet. It would be very wrong, seeing as he had twice taken the care to save her from falling, and had allowed her to use his bedroll at the expense of his own convenience. Still, pranking him would be fun. The Utgardian puckered her lips at Vandrad and said, "byeeeee!" With that, she just winked out of existence, relic and all. The teleprt didn't take her too far; having appeared above ground, she found a chunk of marble, dusted it, and seated herself on the slab of rock, as she examined the artifact. It wasn't Utgardian, but it looked like a replica of something Utgardian. It also seemed to have some magic in it, although she didn't know what it was at the moment.
As she examined the item, she waited for Vandrad to come out of the hole in the ground. When he did, she would toss the bracelet at him and say, "you've earned this, hero. But don't worry if I decide to tag along with you for the rest of your journey home. I'm just, ah, curious to know your client. Oh, and if you do hear that the relic vanished at any point in time," her tone became conspiratory, "let that be our little secret."
WC: 955 words
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That was why she was surprised at Vandrad's response, because even though he hadn't denied that she was right, he had insinuated the possibility that she was wrong. Of course, neither of the mages had disclosed their allegiances, and that had made Beira, who was ever creating opinions about people and things in her restless mind, fit Vandrad into the category she thought he best identified with. Well, that was a not so costly reminder that she was not to just assume things about people recklessly, and in the event that she did, it would be best to keep her assumptions to herself. So she said nothing in response to Vandrad's snort, simply shrugging as though it was of no import to her. "Eh well, whatever," she responded nonchalantly, letting the matter drop.
The statement about herself giving Vandrad a better run for his money as far as combat was concerned caused Beira to turn to look at her treasure hunting partner with a slightly surprised expression. Fortunately though, the look on his face made her realize that he was probably fooling around. Well, there was always still time to rib him once more before the close of the day, the God Slayer surmised, her mind actively seeking ways to get another joke on him. Such a time and moment would eventually show up.
Fast forward to present. This was the second time Vandrad was preventing Beira from falling, though she could easily escape from such a sticky situation herself. Still the effort to keep her safe was acknowledged, and she nodded gratefully at him. At Vandrad's comment that he would deal with the flying ghost, Beira nodded, but made no immediate move, instead choosing to act winded when Vandrad went to battle the ghost, so that if the ghost realized what she was doing, it would be too preoccupied with Vandrad fighting it to be able to do anything to stop her from achieving her goal. Hopefully, one attack would be enough. Rising to her feet as Vandrad flew off fighting the ghost, Beira took aim, and punched downwards, landing the base of her open palm on the sarcophagus with as much strength as she could muster. There was aloud splitting sound like thunder, and green light began escaping from the fissure that had cracked the box all the way from top to bottom.
The specter shrieked, and attempted to dash at Beira, totally ignoring Vandrad and leaving itself open for whatever he was going to do to it. Seeing that the ghost was rushing towards her, Beira lifted her right foot and kicked the sarcophagus viciously, smashing the stone to bits and sending large chunks of the sarcophagus into the abyss below, just about the time the ghost was nearly within striking range. Whether it was this, or something Vandrad did to the wraith, it suddenly burst into an ethereal green flame, moaning as it did so. Its ashes fell into the abyss, and Beira had to shoot out her hand and catch the bracelet, which she waved joyfully at Vandrad. Mission accomplished. And of course, that brought the two mages to another important part of the mission: who would take the relic and leave.
Vandrad wasn't too close, so the God Slayer decided to play one more trick on him. Her teleport ability had sufficient range to take her out of the subterranean vault, so she would use it to prank him. But in any case, Beira could never leave Vandrad here and just escape with the bracelet. It would be very wrong, seeing as he had twice taken the care to save her from falling, and had allowed her to use his bedroll at the expense of his own convenience. Still, pranking him would be fun. The Utgardian puckered her lips at Vandrad and said, "byeeeee!" With that, she just winked out of existence, relic and all. The teleprt didn't take her too far; having appeared above ground, she found a chunk of marble, dusted it, and seated herself on the slab of rock, as she examined the artifact. It wasn't Utgardian, but it looked like a replica of something Utgardian. It also seemed to have some magic in it, although she didn't know what it was at the moment.
As she examined the item, she waited for Vandrad to come out of the hole in the ground. When he did, she would toss the bracelet at him and say, "you've earned this, hero. But don't worry if I decide to tag along with you for the rest of your journey home. I'm just, ah, curious to know your client. Oh, and if you do hear that the relic vanished at any point in time," her tone became conspiratory, "let that be our little secret."
WC: 955 words
Total: 25934/...
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