Philomel Fight Club {Closed}

[Philomel]

"Matriarch!" the call came, "Someone has ... Well a message from a friend of the crow."

Immediately she looked up from where she was in the fortress courtyard, calmly cleaning her moderate array of weaponry. The sun streamed from between greying clouds, alighting on the stonework, kitchen garden and her long mythril main blade with severe power. It did much to reflect the impact that the words had on her as she stood up, two hooves firmly planted on the ground.

"What?" she replied, ears perking upwards, "Who? Where?"

"Radasanth!" the announcer - a tall, white haired beauty who had a history of abusive ex-lovers - said, rushing up to her. Eyes large and hair a mess it was clear she considered it urgent. "They used the words 'a friend of the half-celestial'."

For a moment all Philomel van der Aart did was stare at the messenger, her brow furrowing deeper and deeper. Thoughts flew through her mind of where she had come close to the half-celestial - Vitruvion, she had later learned his name was. A large amount of confusion had led to her be abused in his dungeon of horrors, and now he seemed very eager to fix their 'relationship'. Once he had learnt who she exactly was and what power she really had. His aide and steward, Stare the kenku - the crow as she was now colloquially known as by the Gilded Lily - had been sent twice now in order to parlay and assist with information. She had definitely had an impact on Philomel, for after their most recent meeting Philomel had given permission for her to use their friendship as a tool, if the need should arise. All Stare would have to do was go to a brothel and state that the friend of the half-celestial was calling.

"You did say that a friend of the crow has sent a message?"

The beauty paused and then nodded awkwardly. "I did ... Perhaps the crow is willing to grant some monetary exchange?"

Philomel almost laughed, now sheathing her fine mythril sword, Nameless, into its sheath. Gathering the rest of her items she began to ready herself, letting out a sigh.

"... Did they say what they wanted?"

With her hands behind her back the beauty nodded. "Yes Matriarch. Training I believe."

Her brow rose again, coming completely out of its steadily lowering depression.

"Wait, what? Stare let her friend contact me ... To train them?"

There was a pause. "Well ... You are very good at swordswomanship, my lady. You have trained ... All of us, really."

Philomel breathed in slow and grumbled under her breath. "Stupid ... Taking me for advantage. Just because I ..." She sighed for a long moment, cursing Stare silently in her mind. "How do we send back a polite refusal without-"

Oh let's just go, came a soft voice in her head.

Twisting sharply around Philomel and the beauty watched as a red and white, elegant form jumped down from atop the kitchen roof. Hidden in shadows he had been lying in wait all this time, ready to let Philomel know his precise opinion on the matter.

The faun blinked at the fox now approaching them and folded her arms. "What reasons do you give for us going?" Philomel asked of her greatest friend, and partner of her mind, Veridian - the fox-form earth-spirit.

Oh, entertainment mainly, he lifted his upper lip in a full-fanged grin. That, and the more allies we make, Philomel, the greater. Stare would only make interesting friends, to be sure.

The beauty glanced between fox and faun, unable to hear what Veridian was saying but entirely used to it. It was a common thing to see their Matriarch of this hidden fortress and mighty guild speaking outloud to her fox friend.

"If I may be so bold, my lady, why don't you combine it with a training series with your crew? You have said ever since the issue with the vampires and Captain Cain that you should teach them new techniques."

Veridian nodded his head a great many times. Exactly. You wanted to teach them more, more is your chance. Combine these, put the Feisty Fox into harbour and ... Well. Exciting.

Huffing, Philomel glanced between them and felt her heart sink. Truly all she wanted was an excuse not to do anything today, but it seemed that was not going to work. Even her own daughter was out, riding through the woods with Vaeron, her father. Ever since their own trip out when Philomel had been fighting vampires at the edge of Tular Celandine and Vaeron had seemed to get on surprisingly better than before ...

"Ugh, fine," she growled, rolling her eyes. "But we're going on Delath."

Veridian blinked but nodded his head, marching ahead with his paws. Dragon fastest after you, he agreed, and started the first steps for a new adventure.