#razzilthealchemist

[ask-bananamancer]

Ah, Alchemist! I'm assuming you want these to brew one of your bizarre concoctions? Well, I suppose it can't hurt if I give you a small sample...

Here, there's a bit of leftover venom from one of my wards. The container is made of plague scales so it won't dissolve, but if you touch it, your hand may burn off.

Now, uh, if I just-

...Uh-

[clink-goes-my-bones]

"Clinkz! You're bones are brittle! You should eat more spinach." Razzil laughed throwing a concoction at the skeleton.

Clinkz turned to face Razzil just in time for a concoction to smack him in the face, stunning him for a few seconds.

"What the Sixth Hell was that for?"

[nortromthesilencer]

Brewing up trouble [[Compiled RP]]

nortromthesilencer

A trail of blood, kicked up leaves and dirt, divots and scorch marks: All of the signs of battle. Whatever it was that had occurred was now past, and Nortrom looked about the lane cautiously as he walked, just in case anyone was left waiting. It was then he heard it, the pitched voice of another calling out for whoever they heard walking that way- for assistance. 

Nortrom carefully made his way towards the sound, eventually coming to spot a strange sight indeed. There, tethered to a tree, was a small pinkish skinned keen. Tilting his head in confusion the Silencer approached, quizzical confusing filling his voice. “…Razzil? How the hell did you…?”

He wasn’t used to seeing the Alchemist without his Ogre companion, and quickly scanned the area to make sure the beast wasn’t about to lunge out of the trees at him.

razzilthealchemist

It was terrible. Razzil and his ogre friend were making rounds like usual down the lane and the surrounding areas but then Razzil was knocked off from his seat sending him crashing to the ground. As what little memory serves he was tied up to a tree for whatever reason, his ogre had ran off due to a miss use of the chemical rage formula and was unlikely to come back until it wore off.  All that the alchemist felt now was a dull pain. He had no idea what or who attacked him. He moved his head to see the silencer. "Hey." A new sound of his weak voice reaching his ears. With his heavy breathing he moved his head down to see crimson blood leaking out from his arms and side. Razzil closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as greater pain began to register in his head.

nortromthesilencer

Finally coming close enough to see the wounded state Razzil was in, Nortrom rushed over and began to use his glaive to carefully cut away the bindings. Helping the keen down, he continued to keep an eye out for the Ogre, lest it assume he was the one to harm his small friend. “Easy now…” He lowered Razzil to the ground, resting his back against the tree trunk and made sure no major arteries were nicked.

razzilthealchemist

Razzil held his breath in attempts to lessen the pain as Nortrom took him down from the tree only letting it go once he reached the ground. He winced a little in pain as he rested his back against the tree trunk. The keen took off his bloodied hat and set it on the ground next to him. "Thanks." He weakly nodded in gratitude.

nortromthesilencer

Nothing major severed, no broken bones or oddly bent joints, mental cognition seems mostly in tact: The keen should be fine. Nortrom was no medic, but basic biology and field medicine gave him enough insight to know when another was fucked. Reaching into his robe pockets he pulled out a small leafy mass and plucked a bright green, orblike fruit from it and handed it to the Alchemist. The Tango wasn’t going to fix everything, but hopefully the restorative properties would be enough to get him back on his feet.

He raised a concerned eyebrow at the small keen, curious as what had caused this. “How did you end up like this, and where is your… erm… friend?”

razzilthealchemist

Razzil took the tango and ate it quickly. It would be a while before he could feel its effects. Looking up at silencer he answered. "I was going about my rounds when I suddenly got knocked off my seat. But from there mostly everything is a blur. My ogre took his rage formula which must have caused him to run off. Meaning he won’t be back anytime soon. I don’t know who attacked or tied me up though." Razzil either regretted allowing the ogre to have his own free will of when to take the chemical rage or was good with it otherwise there would have been a fight between him and Nortrom.

nortromthesilencer

The Silencer let out a quiet hum in thought after hearing the keen’s tale. It was strange that they would leave him alive after such an encounter; Perhaps his ogre scared them off? No, even so, someone had to have returned and bound the Alchemist there after. This made no sense!

Shaking his head to dismiss the thoughts, Nortrom stood back up a and dusted his robes off. “Can you walk? I’m assuming you want to find that friend of yours before returning…” He never did like ogres all that much; They were always so boisterous.

razzilthealchemist

Whatever logic his attackers had made no sense to Razzil at all as well. He was able to stand up alright and took a couple steps picking his hat to place it firmly on his. ” I’ll be ok. My ogre will come back soon since he really has no where else to go or anyone else to follow so.” The Alchemist replied knowing full well what the ogre will do.

nortromthesilencer

Looking about, the Silencer shrugged. “If you are fine, then I suggest we leave. I would rather not linger knowing foes could still remain.”

razzilthealchemist

"Alrighty then." The keen agreed having to look up at Nortrom due to his short size. He was even shorter then sniper. It’s a moment like this where he wished that he was taller or that his ogre was with him.

nortromthesilencer

Wasting no time to turn about and start down the path, the Silencer made sure Razzil was behind and slowed his gait to accommodate the keen’s small frame. 

Thump. Thump. Thump.

the pounding of ground was quiet at first, but quickly picked up in amplitude. Whatever it was that was approaching them was large, and not making any attempt to hide their presence. “What the…?”

razzilthealchemist

Razzil had to jog in order to keep up with Nortrom. When the keen felt the vibrations of the ground, he thought for a second that it was his ogre until the sound of steps became loud and large enough to get the silencer’s attention. "Th-that’s not my ogre." Even with the mighty silencer, the alchemist felt exposed and weak as he was away fron his chemicals and ogre.

nortromthesilencer

Halting his strides and looking confused at Razzil as he spoke, Nortrom stood at the ready for whatever it was to come. Looking towards the rampant thuds and thumps behind the tree line, he spoke quietly to the keen. “Are you certain? If not, I wou—” Words cut off abruptly by a flash of red, the Silencer barely had time to roll out of the way as a very angry Hellbear broke past the thickets and barreled towards them. Nortrom responded to the aggression with thrown metal glaives and a growl. 

razzilthealchemist

Razzil barley managed to move out of the way due to his small size. He had fallen to the ground and scrambled to stand up again. The Alchemist felt more footsteps and looked up hearing the all too familiar roar of his ogre as it came charging out from a different direction. The ogre was bleeding from what it seemed to be gashes on its side and arrows in its back. The ogre held its swords high theatening the hellbear.

nortromthesilencer

Eyes darting between both the Hellbear and the Ogre, the Silencer hoped that the injured behemoth wouldn’t turn his attention on him and attack. Recalling his weapon into a arched fist and throwing it once more at the Hellbear, he had to bound back as a rather large fist crashed into the ground at his feet intent on crushing the easier target before turning to face the charging Ogre. Taking this opportunity to step back even more, another glaive left the Silencer’s hand and pierced the creatures hide.

razzilthealchemist

The ogre from behind struck down the hellbear with its swords without restraint as the blood flew. It would not stop until the bear was a bloody mess on the ground. With the hellbear dead the ogre turned its attention to the silencer narrowing its eyes. At that point Razzil ran in front of the ogre holding his little arms out. “No. He’s a friend. ” The Alchemist barley managed to find strength in his little voice.  Glancing at his boss then back at Nortrom, the ogre nodded before dropping his swords and sitting down. Razzil looked back at Nortrom before climbing on the ogre to his seat of where his chemicals were. Most if not ll the beakers were either missing or broken. Something expected from a non planned chemical rampage.

nortromthesilencer

Nortrom stepped back, eyeing the ogre cautiously. He was never sure just how stable the creature was, and didn’t want to end up on the receiving end of those cleavers. "Easy there big guy, I’m not here to fight you."

One last time did he focus on his weapon, pulling it from the dead Hellbear and back into his hand. With a look of annoyed disgust the man sighed and wiped the blade on his lower robes. As he worked, Nortrom looked up at Razzil. “Are you going to be alright getting back?”

razzilthealchemist

"Yea. We will." The alchemist threw off from broken glass and dumped out some mixtures and chemicals onto the ground where some froze, sizzled or evaporated.  "Just going to head back to the fountain." Razzil confirmed as the ogre began moving indeed off to the direction on the fountain. The monster seemed unaffected by its injuries as it lumbered off. "Thanks." The keen waved his thanks once more to the silencer.

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