From A Near Death To..[Social/Private/Nothel/Azurius]

Nothel had just completed a particularly gruesome job. He had nearly been slain - twice, and it was wearing him down. Not even his natural regeneration was keeping up for once. Suzuran has drug him part of the way, but once he had been able to walk she dumped him. Groaning, he threw off his ruined and slashed cloak, walking into the city of Talonia. He was going to stop at a tavern or something, get a drink, and wait for his wounds to heal. He was particularly grumpy.

There were a few fine cuts through his armor on his chest, and his right shoulder was mangled, usable, but somewhat bloody. Groaning he would push through the pain he was feeling. His clothes were tattered and his sword broken. Glumly, he finally finds a tavern, he would approach it to enter.

Nothel was having a pretty bad day, it couldn't get worse. Until well, someone grabbed him from behind. Her hands had grabbed a spot that had a rather large cut on it, making him cringe. Normally, he would have punched the person that did this, and he nearly did, "Hey! Who do yo---" he starts to say, until he hears Sterba's voice. Smiling instantly, he relaxes, "Pffft, how could I forget your voice, Sterba." She could pretty much instantly feel his annoyed presence leave as she arrives.

Nothel was honestly shocked at Sterba's reaction. He would try and stop her, saying that he doesn't need any medical treatment. But Sterba won't take no for an answer. Sighing lightly, he lets her drag him to the hotel, and into a room. Blushing lightly at the lewd jokes made.

As she starts to disrobe him he tries to stop her again, "H-Hey, I'm fine..I heal naturally...its just...slow right now." He sighs out. Why was she so concerned with him. His parents didn't care for him this much...it was...honestly confusing for him...

He would have many cuts ranging from small and shallow, to a big impaling that goes through him. His body already stopped most of the bleeding from them except for the biggest impale. It bleeds slowly. It also seems his right should was pulled and yanked on, nearly coming off.

The wind is knocked out of Nothel as he is shoved back onto the bed. Normally he would have protested at this, but honestly he was too tired to try and keep fighting after the previous quest. Seeing her discontent and hearing her words he quickly apologizes, something he doesn't do often, "Sorry, Sterba.. thanks for your help." He smiles lightly, really comfortable around Sterba, more so than most people. Her more...private parts don't really seem to bother Nothel as he watches her.

Nothel cringes lightly as the alcohol touches his wound, but he clenches his teeth and tries to stay on top of the pain. "Am I going to live, doc?" he asks, attempting comedy.

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As soon as Azurius stopped the bleeding and sterilized the wound, Nothel's skin instantly started to reattach to itself. Flesh would come together and seal the wounds together, slowly, but it was probably a more disturbing sight to behold. As he listened to Azurius he would lay on the bed, his head laying back, thinking about how he did get so wounded. Thanking Sterba for helping him again, he turns his head to Azurius. Nothel seemed...somewhat calm under the glare, but he was weak and wasn't going to start anything.

"Let me tell you my tale, Azure, I was on a quest earlier, it was pretty hard for the D rank section. Everything was going good, haven't taken much damage even though the enemies were pretty tough. Then, out of nowhere five feral, robotic-like dogs jump out of the darkness and starts to maul me."

Taking a breath he points to his recently healed shoulder and some of the deeper, now healing, cuts. He continues on his story with more stoic emotions.

"I only didn't die because I got help from my ice elemental partner who is probably more stoic than I am. After that, I healed up some naturally and we found where the boss was. Now I could have made the battle last forever and played it safe, but that wasn't much fun. Essentially, I was already weak and dueling it head on, and got hit back into a wall, crippled for a second. It went for my companion and I sprung up and took another hit, and forced the boss to use a powerful spell on itself. Which well involved, numerous flying bladed weapons."

He points to the large impalements on himself in various spots, including the one on his stomach.

"While that killed the boss, well, it retreated, I was badly wounded and unconscious. When I came to the ice elemental partner I had with me stopped carrying me and I went to the nearest town to rest, which was well, this town."

He lays his head back again, taking a breath. In the back of his head he can't get away the memories of being mauled. Shaking his head lightly, he wonders about his predicament about leaving Black Rose for a more...sinister guild.

Nothel would slowly watch Azurius...watching his actions specifically. As he started to talk, Nothel sat up, a much more serious look on his face. He listened intently, putting his hands to his chin. He starts to grin, maybe a bit maniacally. "A good person? No, I am not. Why? I kill people, my magic is only made for killing. It is what I believe and what I have taught myself. Why do I believe so? The proof is the sin that I carry." He says this while grinning, maybe apparently happy about it. He may have gone off the deep end recently.

Nothel blinks lightly, his grin fading lightly. But then, it gets reconfirmed. Yes, he does enjoy killing. The rush, the excitement it gives.

"It does."

While...this may seem grim. Nothel has a feeling in the back of him. Each sin he commits eats away at him slowly...and it will build and build.

Nothel would lay in the bed, looking at the ceiling. The words had moved him so. It...honestly made him feel weird. Like he...he couldn't describe it. Before he could stand and leave, Sterba pins him to the bed. Sighing lightly he smiles, and lays there beside Sterba, closing his eyes.

Why was Sterba and Azurius so...kind to him. He was used to being hated, uncared for, and treated like trash. Then these people who are obviously more powerful than him chose to help him...it made no sense. He puts his arm around Sterba, and slowly drifts off to sleep.