A drink, a story and just hang out

[Diala]

It was a bright and beautiful Spring day. The sun shown down on the planet warming the surface after the nights light rain. A slight wind blew through the tall grass making a rustling sound that was comforting to her ears though irritated her all the same.

She'd fought with her long locks of white hair far too much. This would have to stop. This wind was a nuisance. She couldn't make the wind stop exactly but she could make it leave her alone at least.

“Enough.” She growled finally and the moment the words were uttered her hair fell softly about her shoulders and the light travel cloak she wore stopped trying to play at tripping her as she moved. Everything around her carried on in its moving and rustling, but anything within a foot of being had fallen silent. A very unnatural sight to see indeed. She cared not of these things, she never tried to hide what or who she was from anyone or anything. She was Diala, the Unchained and this was her world as much as it was anyone elses.

As she moved closer to the gate of Meerin her minds' eye could see the Guards up on their towers scrambling to get to their posts and prepare for an enemy. This made Diala sigh and perhaps even roll her eyes at best.

“One would think they'd have, after all these years, gotten used to the likes of me by now.” She growled under her breath. “Humans...” She then said with some distaste.

It wasn't as though she hated Humans or anything. On the contrary, she absolutely love their young ones. She adored how they zipped about causing chaos wherever they went; innocently creating mischief in the name of fun. She found Human bravery to be endearing and that thing they called love, it confused her still but seemed both agonizing as well as wonderful. These creatures were perhaps one of the most complex and interesting group of creatures living on the planet. Not to mention the fact that she'd gotten the chance to meet some very interesting humans during her stay in Karador Keep.

Her white orbs searched the gate as she came closer. The lightning that twisted and moved over her eyes stilled as she got ever closer. ”No reason to scare them more she thought to herself.

She really wasn't wearing too much clothing. Today’s' attire consisted of some sort of black material that wrapped itself about her upper torso and kept her breasts concealed though leaving her mid section open and exposed then trailed down her right side over her hips and made its way to spread over either leg like some sort of pants that disappeared underneath a pair of knee high leather boots. Everything was black. The light cloak she wore was made of the same substance of the 'clothes' she wore and as well seemed to actually be part of what she 'wore'.

This 'clothing' allowed the fact that she carried a long sword at her hip, held there by the very same substance that enveloped her and served as clothing. Nothing else was on her person, not even a travel pack, absolutely nothing.

It wasn't her sword that alerted the guards though. It was perhaps her white skin and the fact that the wind was no longer impeding her in any way. It could have been the fact that she was 6 feet and quite impressive in physique as well.

She looked up when her feet came to a stop just in front of the two guards blocking her way and waved at the archers up there before turning her gaze to the men standing 'in her way'.

“What's you business here in Meerin.” the one on the right asked.

“Oh, hello.” She started. “I'm here to drink, perhaps tell a tale or two, maybe just hang out until I'm ready to move on again.” She replied in all honesty. There was no reason to lie after all. She truly had no ill intent.

She could be avoiding this entire questioning had she simply slipped the parchment residing somewhere inside her 'attire'. That little piece of paper that identified her as the Royal Executioner and Head of Her Majesties guard. Then again, where would be the fun in that. She'd give these guys a chance to use their rusty skills in diplomacy first.

“You a Demon?” The second guard asked.

To this Diala laughed before answering. “Now, do you not think that IF I was indeed a Demon that I would admit it to you?” She answered his question with a question.

The two guards looked at one another and each shrugged. “She has a point.” the first stated.

“A Mage then.” The first one stated. The fact that the wind was still not effecting her was proof that there was indeed magic involved here. It didn't explain away her skin or eyes, but it wasn't as stupid a question of the Demon one.

“Oh my no.” She replied with a little laugh once more.

Once more she could have stopped this line of questioning by telling what she was but once more, where was the fun in that. Besides, she wanted them to ask her what she was point blank instead of beating around the bush, though she was sure they'd get to it.

The two soldiers looked perplexed for a moment and then the second one spoke up again.

“You one of those Necromancer beings?” He asked. “You know, they sometimes look all odd like that. Has something to do with fiddling with the dead.” he stated to the other guard.

Diala didn't hide her distaste of that question. “Definitely not.” She replied with a slight growl in her voice that time.

The soldiers looked a bit worried at her tone but the first one quickly recovered.

“Ok what the hell are you then.” He finally asked.

“I am Unchained.” She replied with a slight dip of her head in his direction.

“Oh, that would explain your hatred of the Necromancers then.” He replied and then cocked his head to the side slightly. “Say, you don't happen to have any travel papers on you do you?' He asked. “I'd just let you pass but those guys up there may see things differently.” He nodded upward towards the wall guards.

Diala laughed. These guy actually cut to the chase, finally. That was almost a disappointment, she could have stood here all day and night talking and arguing with them and been perfectly content.
She put her hand inside her 'clothes' and shortly came out with the sealed document and handed it to them.

“I hope this will do.” She stated quite humbly.

The guard broke the Royal Seal on the parchment and began reading. Suddenly he snapped to attention and shoving the parchment into he hands of the other, he stepped aside.

“Pardon us ma'am if you would have only presented this in the first place...” He started but Diala held her hand up to silence him.

“No problem, really. It was a pleasure to converse with you.” She stated as she began once more moving into the city. “You're doing a fine job, keep up the good work.” She told them as she once more waved to the archers on the wall and then grinned as she moved into the City of Meerin.

[Ashard]

Spring was always a busy time in the graveyard, so much to clean up from the leaves and branches that fell during the winter. In the last 100 years though, the Grave Keeper had extra help that was actually competent to help around the graveyard as a 'reward' for his help during the last war. Having informed them as to the location of the necromancer despite the threats on his freedom to roam around, the kingdom thought it was the least they could do for him so that he could have more time to visit places and have fun like they knew he liked to have. Besides, if he was visiting elsewhere, it meant less playful trouble being caused in Karador.

Ashard casually walked up the gates of Meerin, as he's done many a time, and saluted the guards posted there. This time though was a bit different as they seemed a bit perplexed about the visitor they just let in and they did not offer him the normal chit chat that he normally got and just waved him through. Curious as to why they were not giving him the usual fuss about him being a ghost and not needing to use the gate, he wanted to know who this visitor was.

Moving ahead as the guards had waved to him to do he started, "Hello Miss" he smiled, "Nice to see someone else coming into town. Normally, I'm always the only one here and the guards are quite chatty with me but you managed to silence them. This intrigues me."

[Diala]

A few people walked around near the gate, on their way to whatever destination it might have been. Many who happened to look up from their path and noticed the amazonian woman striding into the city shrank away from her presence, some even gave out a small near silent scream as to her presence. Not a single one knew what they were looking at. Unchained were a very rare sight and there were very few who knew what one was. Diala have being the only one that had been around for any time to gain a name in the history books, it was not surprising she got so much attention walking about the streets like she was. The guards were an exception to the general rule as they were well enough educated on these things. Most of them coming from upper class society and so well educated and they knew who the head of the Karadorian Armies were. Not all knowing what she looked like of course, but that was always easily enough taken care of, just as she had done at the gate.

She was being hailed by a voice somewhere near her now and her sightless-seeming orbs landed directly on the ghost who was addressing her. She had no problem picking him out, but then he wasn't trying to hide himself either.

“Oh I am certain it would intrigue you ghost.” She started, her gaze continued to look down upon him as she didn't need to watch where she was going, her mind would keep an eye on that for her. “Well it isn't often they are presented with the head of Her Majesties Guard.” She replied in all honesty, not feeling so much like moving around the truth this time. “They don't seem to get a lot of visitors from The Keep and it may have made them feel the need to rethink their manners a little bit.” She finished and then allowed her gaze to move away from the ghost after having answered his question.

[Ashard]

'The head of Her Majesties Guard.' The words rung through his head, or rather mind seeing as ghosts don't really have a real form to them, only what they choose to look like. Whatever the case on that unimportant issue is, the fact did remain that the only Her Majesty that was ever talked about had to do with Karador and that meant that he knew about this person but never met her seeing as he was always told about the personnel so that he knew who to not mess with too badly and did not always end up getting to meet them all.

However, if she truly was who she said she was, then this one was a mystery to him seeing as he knew that this one would have been in Karador for as long, if not longer than he had been and yet they somehow managed to never cross paths. Which to him was odd because the Keeper always had run ins with General Cassius who had been head of the guard until 100 years ago when he died in the war and yet had no encounters with the new head of the guard ever in that last century.

"I'm glad I finally get to meet you, Diala." He bowed his head in earnest respect. "Kiara told me that you were the one to defeat Decimas. I know that you already have the Kingdoms thanks but know that you have mine as well. He was a pain in the ass to have living in my graveyard, always messing things up and defacing those that I was meant to care for in their slumber."

Those were probably the longest words that Ashard said in all honesty without trying to make fun of anyone and being truly sincere since almost forever ago. But he just had to say them.

Now that they were out however, "I don't mean to make the mood too serious on you though, I know from what I heard of you that like myself, you enjoy entertainment." the ghost grinned slyly. "Care to have some fun at the expense of some poor drunken tavern folks? I know I always enjoy that."

[Diala]

Diala listened to the ghost as they walked, her mind thinking on about a million things all at once, and to his speaking to her as well. He was a little off in his statement ofter actually killing the Necromancer, it was indeed Cassius who had killed that man.

“I actually aided Cassius in defeating the Necromancer, Though it was I who dispatch and obliterated his Unchained, Cassius was the one who actually killed him.” She corrected him in his statement. “I do however appreciate your thankfulness.” She went on.

She walked forward still as she thought on his question. She did indeed like to have fun though she wasn't so sure the ghost quite understood what her idea of a good time was. Ghosts were known for their trickery and like-wise chaos making and she shrugged her strong shoulders.

“I am headed to the Phantom for a drink or two and you are more than welcome to join me.” She replied, though not actually proclaiming she was on her way to make mischief. “Maybe you would like to listen to a tale of the lands of Karador far before you were born.” She stated more so than asked. “Though you can have your fun first. I am not ready to tell a tale just yet.” She finished and then moved on.

[Ashard]

Ashard knew full well that Casius had dealt the deathly blow to Decimas as it was in that battle that the dearest General of Karador's armies departed the living world. However, no matter how great of a man Casius was, he could not have gotten close to Decimas if his unchained were still living and all the undead in the way. Afterall, humans could only do so much. The keeper still missed that General to this day and wondered why his ghost was never seen. Perhaps Casius had done all he had to do. However, he felt no need to specify these thoughts as he felt that the message was clear enough despite the imprecision.

Though the ghost had no idea what she was thinking about, she was right in assuming that he did not know the kind of fun she liked to have. All this ghost knew was that she liked going to taverns and to him that meant fun.

As he had hopped, she suggested the Phantom for their outing and this was more than perfect for him. Not only was it great fun to mess around with the drunk but he might end up seeing Kiara there as it was her favorite place to go. Good old stories from before his time also sounded enthralling so he'd be up for that anytime. Never know what you can learn from the past that could potentially be put to future use.

"Sounds like a plan." He said while smiling and heading down the road next to her toward the Phantom.