Another Place

There was a rustic smell in the air, something unlike another. Yet a smell that was felt all around the world, a smell that was accompanied by loneliness and despair. A group of people dragged their feet, rusted iron chains en clasped their arms and legs causing them to tugg on each other. They were slaves.

It wasn't an odd site to see them in Reim, however with the new regulations on the slave trade you would think the traders would be a bit more hush hush. Yet like most places Jahangir found himself in, this wasn't the safest of neighborhoods. Yet he found himself watching slaves being transported for the first time. It was...Interesting.

Jahan couldn't figure how he felt about it, "none of his business" is something he'd usually think. Yet there was something about their sadness that sparked an anger within him. Something that he couldnt hold back.

So he got up, resting his hand on his sword hilt walking bravely to the slaves.

"I'm going to set them free."

It was another dangerous action set upon a whim. Yet unlike his other actions, this time he actually wanted to make a difference.

Finding himself through the streets as he often found himself, Tahl rubbed his chin over as he thought about the past events that transpired since being inside of Reim. The delightful treat of meeting full-blooded Fanalis was indeed great for him. Having helped free slaves alongside the help of a Fanalis named Myra and her lion Zafar. His body gave a small shudder to the thoughts of the violent enhanced "human" as well; the short Fanalis known as Sara. He let out a groan as he realised now that maybe dumping that water on Sara wasn't the best choice. Hopefully he wouldn't have to see her again for a while.

His thoughts found themselves cut short once he heard the heavy sounds of chains clinking around, chills spread through his body.
"Slavers..,"He mumbled to himself. Tahl could feel his body stiffen with fear from the sounds. He found himself beginning to cover in sweat as the sound came closer and closer.

Hearing someone speak on freeing the slaves, he was snapped away from his fear. His eyes looked over to a lean dark-skinned male who held his hand out to the slaver. Feeling himself sigh with relief, he was grateful for someone coming when they had. Brandishing his own blade, he stood next to the stranger and nodded his head.
"I-I'll be assisting h-him..,"Tahl managed.

Jahan was surprised by the arrival of the purple haired boy. He sensed something within him, there was a certain quality to those who would stand up for someone when they were scared. Especially under the same circumstances as Jahangir, to be frank. Jahangir thought he was stupid, but stupid in a good way. He was the idiot that got things done, that made history, the same type of idiot as Jahangir. God knows anyone with good sense would have just let those slavers pass by and minded their own business as if they saw nothing.

Jahan would have worked a smile to his face, yet he couldn't. He had to be "menacing", Jahan nearly doubled over laughing at that one. Yea, Right... Well Jahangir could definitely scare a few guys shitless if he wanted to. Then the rustling of chains happened again, he looked the slaver back in the eye scowling at him. The slaver was a short pudgy man with golden adornments. He out did even Jahan in the gold category, which was a difficult thing to do. "Hell all the times I missed my rent for these..." but that was another thing altogether.

"Alright ya Shiny Garden Gnome. Your about to miss a real big pay day"

Jahan then pushed the man aside and headed for the slaves, about to break their chains. The pudgy man looked flustered, he turned a shade of red before snapping his fingers, at that a set of 4 slaver who were obviously the muscle made there ways from the slaves and towards Jahan and Tahl. Jahan raised his hands and shook his head.

"Are you clowns trying to fight?" Jahan taunted a slaver cracked his whip in response.

"No i'll have to pass on the foreplay" He said teasing the man's choice of weaponry. The Man enraged at the games swung his whip at Jahan, who in turn decided to grab it. He took D-rank damage from the weapon but after grabbing hold of it, he used his amazing strength to pull the slaver 3 meters towards him. He finished the slaver with a powerful kick, sending him flying several meters away.

"And he's outta here!"Jahan whistled. There were a total of two more slavers who charged at Tahl and Jahan.

Tahl tightened the grip on his sword and kept his mouth shut. With his height and fierce eye colour, there was nothing more for him to say. He was about to make himself capable when the other male seemed to have no problem in attacking. The wise-cracks the male spoke only made Tahl smirk some in response; relieving a bit of the fright that still held over his body some.

Whipping himself back to the two slavers that approached him, Tahl charged forward with a single step. Ducking between two blows, he hit them both in the back of their heads with the hilt of Streaker gently. Sheathing the blade, he gave a sigh and looked back at the two that now laid unconcious. While he was afraid of them, he was also angered by the two that laid unconcious behind him, he couldn't find it in himself to take them out. He would rather them be put into jail instead of in the ground.

Turning his attention away from them and to the male, he gave him a light nod before approaching the men and women who were still bound. Smiling some, he knelt down and grabbed at the chains; snapping them apart with a simple tug.
"You are free,"He smiled,"Go and return to your families for those that were seperated. Be happy and free as you should be."

Jahangir was busy crushing the metal chains that bound the slaves with his feet. Fanalis strength sure did make lock picking easy. He looked over to see the pudgy man making his exit, running away, sending curses and all of the other things criminals did when you bust them. Sure Frodo, you'll definitely come back and have your vengeance. The idea of it caused Jahangir to chuckle as he waved at the porky slave trader making his escape.

Some of the Slaves scattered running off towards wherever. There old homes and families, but a good group of others, the younger ones especially lagged behind. Soon a small group of young slaves approached Jahan and it had became the usual. The thing with freeing slaves, Jahan noted, was that those who grew up in slavery had nowhere to go. They could only hope Reim's government threw them into a orphanage, and that was only as good as there race was. There is no telling what could happen to these kids, or even if they would find proper help in the government. Its sad to say but freeing them and leaving them to fend for themselves is worse than allowing them to be sold as slaves.

"Alright Kids. Look for a man wearing....." Jahan began explaining how to find a member of his guild, they were everywhere around these parts. His instructions where to seek them out and tell them he said, this and that and blah blah blah. Jahan hated the formalities, they would be let into the guild and fed until they either decided to leave, go into an orphanage or join Typhon. He was going to have to make renovations...

Jahan approached Tahl with his hands behind his head. He was rather interested in the gutsy kid who had dared to help him.

"Yo, I'm Jahangar Nikator" He said before flashing a smile.

Tahl watched as the slaves ran off to return to their homes while a few approached the other male. He gave a small sigh; feeling saddened as the younger ones were left alone. Hopefully the male would be able to help them out somehow; hearing him speaking about someone that they should be looking for. He placed Streaker into its sheath and adjusted his hat on his head.

His fingers played with the long end of his hat until the male stepped over to introduce himself. Turning his attention to him, he gave him a smile and waved his hand in return.
"Greetings Jahangar,"He spoke in a kind tone,"My name is Tahl Da'karr. I am happy I could help you out."

"Thanks Tahl. You actually seem pretty skilled with a sword." Jahangir said, it wasn't every day that Jahangir freed slaves, but when he did he liked to have fierce blood thirsty warriors beside him. Well, Tahl wasnt exactly blood thirsty or fierce from what he could tell but he was a warrior so close enough. Jahan put his hands in his pockets now he didn't really have anything to do, the guild was practically self maintenance. He really just checked over things and approved papers every day...

Its a miracle that nobodies stolen all funds from Typhon by now. He was however really interested in Tahl as a member of Typhon. He wanted to get to know the guy better, hell maybe he'd give the guy a personal invite to the guild. Jahan scratched his chin for a second.

"Wanna Hang out? We could Chill in my place."

It was literally the best that he could do, Jahangir barely knew the man and wasn't about to think up a elaborate destination to just.... Chill. So he shrugged his shoulders harmlessly.

"We got food if that helps you decide."

Tahl blinked at Jahangir at the sudden invite. While he was fine with doing something as relaxing with someone new, he couldn't help but feel a certain air about him. Going against his instincts, he gave his newfound comrade in arms a smile followed by a nod. With his hand holding Streaker so it wouldn't fall from its hilt, Tahl gave his friend a small bow. Extending his arm out in natural politeness he responded,"Lead the way, my friend! I'd like to relax and put such a troublesome incident behind us." He gazed up to his friend with a bit of a chuckle.

Jahangir nodded leading the way, during which he told stories of his various comical exploits. Tahl would soon find out that Jahangir was a less than serious ma, and he was pretty easy going to hang out with, Though from the content of those stories, where Jahan is usually the hero, but doing stupid things in order to retain that title he would find out Jahan has no regards for his safety. They soon walked upon Typhons mansion, its size and magnificence possibly being a bit unnerving. However Jahan just continued walking towards the massive building as if it was any other size.

"This is my home. Typhon Hall!" Jahan exclaimed leading the way inside. The entire mansion was rather exquisite and bustling with life. Children, teens and adults ran through the building talking and having a great time. These were of coarse the members of Typhon. Jahangir led Tahl through the greeting room, past the library and to his own personal study. Which was sized more like a studio apartment than a room. Alas this was all made possible due to the hard work of the guild.

He took a seat in a large chair next to a large balcony overlooking Typhons Front yard.

"I'll have someone send us some food soon, but I'm curious Tahl. How do you like this place?"