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[ { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "*Since she doesn't know much about uzhi's physiology, aside from their slime-like physique, it's understandable that she's intrigued when Yughotta mentioned his unusual skin colour. Pinkish, similar to that of cherry blossom leaves on Runra. Possibly one of the rarest colours that could manifest on a person's hair, eyes, or any of their body parts. 'People are afraid of the unknown.' Oftentimes, such a difference would lead to an unavoidable place where you stood alone. The eyes of those around you are drawn curiously towards yourself, like you are not one of their own.*\n \n\"I see, I see.\"\n \n*From the way he described that part of himself though, fortunately, it seems that Yughotta doesn't face that kind of predicament often in his past. She listened to the rest of his answer, regarding his fascination with law, his travels, and the purpose of it. Nodding in agreement as he brought up the importance of connections, she turned her face to look at him, as in turn he asked about what leads her steps towards this city. Akasha took a moment to ponder. Her gaze shifted once again to the road. However, her eyes seemed to be focused on things that are not in front of her— rather, something far, far away.*\n \n\"I'm from Middle Mentia. Maybe my outfit makes it seem like I'm a mage or scholar.. Though that's technically not wrong, in a way. But I would introduce myself as a priestess from the House of Wisdom of Shaslandi. Currently travelling like you.\" *Akasha paused to gather her thoughts.*\n \n\"The purpose for my travel and why I'm here is to... Seek for something.\" *She answered simply.*\n \n\"We're almost there.\"\n \n*She pulled her hand away from his elbow, and took the map out from her pocket. The said place, based on the sketch, is a building that stood on the corner of this district. It is marked with a circle, so she should know which one when she sees it.*" }, { "author": "?aa", "message": "*She took calm steps, seemingly trying to not create any unwarranted attention towards herself. Even so, the bustle and hustle of the streets still found a way for her to at least, turn a pair of eyes towards her direction. That is caused by a blunder in leading her direction to evade the human's traffic, her shoulder bumped into a passerby. Her composure remains, and she simply gives her regard by glancing sideways towards the person. Part of her face is hidden under a mask.*\n_ _\n\n_ _\n\"Pardon.\"\n\n*She said with an icy tone, striding away immediately after. Her long, black-violet hair fluttered behind as she disappeared behind the crowds.*" }, { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "*Akasha looked up in surprise. She was too absorbed in the lora's sketch and became careless in minding her path. As a result, bumping into someone.*\n\n\"Pardon.\"\n\n\"Oh, I'm sor... Ry?\"\n \n*Before she could reply with her own sentence however, the person had already walked away. Though, whoever that figure was, she had made a little bit of an impression on Akasha because of the peculiar mask that covered half of her face. She looked at the direction where the woman disappeared briefly, appearing to ponder about something. Returning her attention to the road before her, she continued her walk with the uzhi. After a short while, they arrived on the premise where the supposed 'errand' should be undertaken. For one, the building looks quite.. Normal, if unremarkable.*\n_ _\n\n_ _\n\"It says that it would be here.\" *She said to Yughotta.*\n \n\"Do you think we should go right inside?" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"The house of Wisdom of Shaslandi. That's a mouthful and I'm sure I'll eventually learn what it means.\"\n*He appreciated her being nice to him. Usually that didn't happen as much with how he presented himself. He eyed the person who bumped into her.*\n\"Man, more and more these days I see people wearing masks, and I gotta say, they aren't the friendly type.\"\n*He was used to working hustles a couple years ago so he knows a bit about this stuff.*\n\"Hey, do me a favor and check your stuff. It's a common pickpocket trick to bump into people.\"\n*He looks around a bit skeptically.*\n\"Hmmm... Yeah, let's go inside, looks nicer in there than out here.\"" }, { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "\"Hey, do me a favor and check your stuff. It's a common pickpocket trick to bump into people.\"\n \n*Yughotta's words make sense. It's a common trope for pickpockets to bump into someone in a crowd, grabbing their things unnoticed before turning tail and disappearing. She checked herself if everything was present, and fortunately, there seems to be nothing missing.*\n \n\"Hmmm... Yeah, let's go inside, looks nicer in there than out here.\"\n \n\"Mm..\"\n \n*She gave out a little hesitant answer, then knocked on the door of the green building. She wonders, what kind of errand would they do here, and what is the lora's connection with whoever is the resident of this building. Then, Akasha entered in anticipation, slightly nervous.*" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*They would enter the building, where they would see a midorite organizing stuff in the back. He'd pay no attention to the guests, other than to tell Uku and Akasha to not touch anything. The place is a mess, quite honestly, lots of paper, quills, and ink bottles. Uku notices that the paper dotted around here are contracts, unfinished contracts, though. He wouldn't know what specifically what they were for, at a glance at least, but it looks like the midorite is a Contract Specialist.*\n\n*Looks like the two has to talk to the midorite first, since it looks like that he's rather invested in what he's doing to pay them any mind.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "*He looks around admiring the contracts. He was a fan of making them and studying them so he'd give them a quick glance over.*\n\"Seems like a contract specialist's office.\"\n*He would say to the side toward Akasha. He'd walk forward a little.*\n\"Hey, buddy, it's a bit of a paper tornado over here. You mind coming over to help us find something?\"\n*He would wave the midorite over and speak to Akasha on the side again, quietly.*\n\"Just ask them about the Lora when they come over. Keep it casual, we still don't know what we could be in for.\"" }, { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "*The first thing that she noticed when entering is the messy nature of the place. Looking at the various writing instruments that strewn about, she wondered if this place is an office of a scribe of some kind. On the back of the room, the back of short, green skinned midorite can be seen. Different from an uzhi like her hired advisor, she had seen midorites in the places where she had travelled before.*\n \nHe'd pay no attention to the guests, other than to tell Uku and Akasha to not touch anything.\n \n*Minding her steps, as her feet almost stepped on one of the paper that fell on the floor, she caught a glimpse of its content. Akasha is by no means a specialist in trades, but she would recognize a contract when she sees one. After all, the knowledge of contract making is vital for summoning creatures.*\n \n\"Seems like a contract specialist's office.\n \n\"Mhm.\"\n \n*She nodded to Yughotta, but raised one of her eyebrows afterwards, as he talked to the midorite. Finding something? That objective doesn't ring a bell in her mind. Don't they come here to finish whatever errand the lora is telling them to do? She thought. After he whispered the next sentence to her, she finally understood what he meant. She decided to follow the suggestion of the uzhi.*\n \n*\"Okay Akasha, be casual.\" She muttered inside her mind.*\n \n\"Good day- I mean, hey, how's it going... Si- buddy? Um, do you have some time? We wis- want, to talk about a certain lora and his errand. That lora, uh..\"\n \n*\"Ugh, why didn't I ask that old man's name earlier?\" She reprimanded herself quietly.*" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*The midorite would sigh, noticeably loud, then a few crashes would occur.*\n\n\"Good day- I mean, hey, how's it going... Si- buddy? Um, do you have some time? We wis- want, to talk about a certain lora and his errand. That lora, uh..\"\n\n**Oh... That scammer of a lora? He sent you here to get me to consider reversing my decision about not writing any contracts for him? Fat chance, the last time he wanted a contract wrote, the terms were an absolute scam. Being a contract specialist who writes contracts for scammers like him would be a disaster for my reputation** *The midorite would hastily speak, he'd then start shooing away the two guests (you guys).*\n\n*He wouldn't shoo them outside the building, but it was made clear that he'd rather not do any deals with people who associate with the lora. You two would still not know the lora's name, unfortunately, which would make conversations a little more awkward.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "*Surprised because of the crashing sound, Akasha just about blurted out to ask about what happened. However, her words were cut short. She scratched her cheek after hearing what the midorite said about the lora. Was that the errand? For them to help him forge a scamming contract? Her expression indicated that she didn't know what to say, as she looked to her partner on the side.*\n \n\"Uh, hold on.\" *She asked the midorite.*\n \n\"Actually, we are..\" *She began to say, but she paused for a little, waiting if Yughotta has anything to say about this beforehand. He should've known better what to say regarding this matter than her.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"You know what's worse than a scammer? A racist.\"\n*He looks to Akasha to gesture her to go along with it.*\n\"We come in here representing the proud and determined Lora people, and before even asking our benefactors name you assume they are a scammer? I guess all Lora are the same to you? That's a pity because I know they high a lot of contract work, and it would really be a shame if it started circling that this place didn't accept Lora clients.\"\n*He smiles. He has done this whole shtick before, about half the time it works, but it also butters people up to actual requests when they seem more reasonable than this.*" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*The midorite would frown,* **I'm afraid you misheard me, I said \"That scammer of a lora,\" Not \"Those scamming lora's,\" But since you've made your intention clear that you'd go that far to make me allow Epuluk to make contracts with me again, I suppose I should humor you. Why should I allow him to be my client if he scammed people with my contracts before?** *The contract specialists asks Uku. Epuluk must be the Loran merchant that the two saw earlier.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Do you mind explaining exactly what the specifics of this contract is scamming?\"" }, { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "*Akasha nodded, following Yughotta's lead. If the job that they need to get done is by convincing the midorite to make a scamming contract, then she wouldn't want that. But still, she really needed that necklace. They have to think of some way to make the lora satisfied with the errand.*\n \n\"We don't condone scamming as well.\" *She said, on behalf of herself and Yughotta. He works as a law advisor, surely he wouldn't scam people, right?*\n \n\"Yes, can you explain it to us?\" *She said.*\n\n\"And earlier, I heard a loud sound from the back, is everything alright over there?\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Do you mind explaining exactly what the specifics of this contract is scamming?\"\n\n\"Yes, can you explain it to us?\" She said.\n\n**First, to understand his business, he buys jewels for cheap from mines, then using some of his connections he finds artisans specializing in gem cutting. I do not deny his products are high quality, but the price he sells it for is simply unfair. I don't understand how he even gets people to agree to his deals, he's a genius, I'll give him that. If you can get him to sell stuff without a 1000% or whatever insane mark-up, then I can take him in as a client.**\n\n\"And earlier, I heard a loud sound from the back, is everything alright over there?\"\n\n**Oh, I was just looking at some past documents regarding charity. Specifically a caravan donating food and clothes to a temple for the rights to sell their goods at the temple. When you called me out I knocked over a paperweight.**" }, { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "*Akasha thought about it. At first she was being wary of whoever awaits them on the end of that lora's— Epuluk's errand. But after speaking with this person, she knows that the contract maker is different from him. He upholds integrity in his trade. She covered her mouth with her hand in the motion of thinking again. They have talked with Epuluk before, and know just how stubborn he is.*\n \n\"Ah, pardon me. Before that, I think we should introduce ourselves first, yes?\" *She said, breaking off her forced casual speech.*\n \n\"My name is Akasha Isolet, a wandering priestess. And this person over here is my acquaintance, Yughotta Friend. Your earlier guess is correct, we were sent here by Mr. Epuluk.\"\n \n*Akasha decided to be honest with him. Even though they might be able to convince or even threaten the midorite to create the contract with shady methods, she really doesn't want to do that. On top of it, now she also feels like she needs to put the lora's scamming career into an end, possibly turning him into a new leaf. She's quite nosey, in that aspect, particularly if it's concerning things that are wrong.*\n \n\"However, we didn't expect that the 'errand' he was talking about would be something like this..\" *Akasha muttered. After that, she told the midorite the story which had brought herself and Yughotta to the contract maker's place, about the necklace and its ridiculous place, and about the agreement between them.*\n \n\"...And that sums it up. I need to have that necklace, but I also don't want him to continue scamming people. But he's so stubborn..\" *She paused.*\n \n\"Do you know anything about his connections, Mr. Midorite? The miner he is working with, or those artisans?\"\n \n*Akasha thought that they might be able to force him to lower his price, if they visit his connections and convince them to stop working with the lora.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"To be fair, we already got him to promise to cut down this gems price from his thousand percent up sale, but with what you're saying here, this goes way further than that. I'm certain that if I bring up having a witness who can attest to him having a past of attempting to scam people, we can threaten to have him banned from every major trading city by law.\"\n*He smiles and nods to the midorite.*\n\"I'm a lawyer by the way, if you couldn't tell. And with your information I'm sure we can sort out him giving reasonable prices with a push in the right direction.\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"My name is Akasha Isolet, a wandering priestess. And this person over here is my acquaintance, Yughotta Friend. Your earlier guess is correct, we were sent here by Mr. Epuluk.\"\n\n\"Nice to meet you two, I am a Tiltinwilkin.\"\n\n\"Do you know anything about his connections, Mr. Midorite? The miner he is working with, or those artisans?\"\n\n\"That is... Not necessarily a bad idea. As far as I'm aware, their business model is that Epuluk buys their goods or services, but they don't really have a contract, Epuluk can just stop buying from them whenever he wants.\"\n\n\"Honestly speaking, I'm not the convincing type, but maybe you could convince them to force Epuluk to sell for a fairer price. If you have to, I wouldn't mind writing a contract that makes their job a little more stable for a time, y'know, Epuluk being required to buy their services and goods. Lemme check my city map...\" *He would go into the back and rummage for something, dropping plenty of stuff, but he would return with a map of the city* \"His connections should be over here, if you want to convince them.\"\n\n\"To be fair, we already got him to promise to cut down this gems price from his thousand percent up sale, but with what you're saying here, this goes way further than that. I'm certain that if I bring up having a witness who can attest to him having a past of attempting to scam people, we can threaten to have him banned from every major trading city by law.\"\n\n\"Fair enough, we could do that, but you really have to have a miracle case to do that.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "\"Is that so..\"\n \n*She exhaled, disappointed that they would need to search in blind. Though, maybe 'blind' is not the right word to describe it, as they knew that the contacts should possess a degree of relationship with the lora. Searching with one eye closed would be a better metaphor. She couldn't blame Tiltinwilkin on this, on the other hand, her image of him is getting better instead. Now she knows that he's not the type to snoop around on his contractors' privacy just for the sake of it. Well, at least they know his race.*\n \n\"Mm, we should be able to work with this much. Thanks again!\" *She smiled warmly at him, then turned to her uzhi friend.*\n \n\"Hmm.. Our target is a jewel artisan mogash. So, should we depart right away?\" \n \n*As she understands it, similar to the menti who lives on the eastern mountains of her birthplace, mogash also share a certain culture trait. Their intricate artisanship is well known even in her hometown, where statues of mogash creation are imported. In fact, Akasha was reminded of something when Tiltinwilkin mentioned the mogash, one aspect of their culture that she also loves personally. But that is for later. Now, Yughotta might have some things that he wanted to ask or talk about first. *" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Huh. This is starting to become a lot of work.\"\n*He looks to Akasha.*\n\"Is that necklace really important to you? Or are you just willing to go around for a day doing busy work for a pretty necklace. Hey, don't get me wrong, I do this stuff all the time. I just figured maybe there's something I'm missing here.\"\n*He looks to the Midorite.*\n\"Well, if you ever need someone to speak to about law, or law specifically revolving around contracts, that *Is* My specialty.\"\n*He digs in his pocket and pulls out a little wooden card with his information burned into it. 'A Friend in Need' law offices. Including the address in the main adventuring city.*\n\"If you ever get in trouble, remember, Yughotta Friend.\"" }, { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "*Akasha doesn't answer right away. Her facial expression became unreadable, as she turned her eyes away from Yughotta. After staring at the window for a few seconds, she smiled, and looked at him again.*\n \n\"Yes, it's important.\"\n \n*She answered simply. It would be nice if that would suffice to satiate the uzhi's curiosity, but that wouldn't be fair would it? He had agreed to help Akasha in this matter, so it would only be right if she started filling the gaps that he doesn't know. But involving him into the deeper and.. More obscured part of the subject is quite worrying. He is a lawyer– a civilian. Telling him the whole story would be the same as dragging him into a spiral that lies far beyond the realm of their agreement. But on the other hand, not telling him anything could also result in an unpleasant outcome. It just doesn't sit right with her.*\n \n\"Well... Let's just say that it's more than just 'a pretty necklace.'\" *She said carefully.*\n \n\"If you really have to know, I'll tell you about it when we obtained the necklace. Let's go then. It'll be the best if we can wrap this up while the day is still bright.\"\n \n*Without waiting for a response, she walked towards the direction of the door. Their destination is the district where many immigrant mogash resides. Based on the map, then they would need to follow the direction of these streets to the south. Opening the door, she waited for her advisor to follow.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "Oh whoops didnt see response\n*He would head out with her.*\n\"Alright, lets get it done then. We can talk about its importance over a drink later.\"\n*He smiles over to her, but remembers something and correct himself.*\n\"You're paying, of course, as my employer.\"\n*He would follow her. It definitely was more interesting than just a girl liking a pretty necklace, and with that, he was interested. He was happy he stumbled onto this today and thinks this was a great reason to start traveling, so he could meet new contact.*" }, { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "\"Of course.\"\n \n*She answered pleasantly. After that both of them would head out to the area marked on the map. The travel there was quite uneventful, for the most part. Streets that were earlier filled with mass of people to the brim had now slightly calmed down. When Akasha looks beyond the buildings, she can see that the sun has already gone almost halfway through the afternoon.*\n \n*Although not many things happened, the priestess did make a detour on the road. Telling Yughotta to wait outside, she visited a building as they walked there. An apothecary. She returned shortly after with a small pouch in hand, which she put inside her pocket. It seems that she bought some kind of herbs. Then, they resumed their journey. **(-2.5 silver)***\n \n\"It should be here.. Right?\"\n \n*She whispered to Yughotta while looking around the district they are in. One thing that is quite noticeable when she arrived here is the number of mogash that can be seen, compared to any other part of this city. There are some groups of their hulking figures, having conversations regarding the current matter in the world on the street. Others are sitting or doing their business around a certain part of the district, near buildings and workshops. On the pavements near those buildings, there are a number of raw marbles and bronze, waiting to be sculpted into statues. They can also see stalls that sell various small to medium sized sculptures and statues. Presumably, the bigger one can only be custom-ordered through those workshops. The mogash, indeed, are renowned for the art of statues crafting in their culture. But the one they are seeking for is supposed to be a jewel artisan.*\n \n\"Hmm, I wonder where our lapidarist could be.\" *Her eyes scanned along the row of buildings and stalls.*" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*Looking around, they see a workshop. The door to the building is open and Akasha and Uku can see inside, if they would look, they would see 2 Mogash and a Lora, seeming as if they're writing on a sheet of paper... Must be working on the particular design of a specific gem. Elsewhere there'd be sounds of cutting, but Akasha and Uku wouldn't see who would be working on those stuff.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "*He would follow behind and wait patiently. As he got to the district with all the mogash he would let out an impressed whistle.*\n\"Yeah, this sure seems to be the place. Wow! Really impressive, first time getting this close to seeing their work.\"\n*He would look at the Mogash's materials and back to Akasha, looking at the two mogash talking to the Lora.*\n\"That seems like a good starting spot. Let's head over there.\"\n*He would wait for her to go and then follow.*\n\"Just for curiosities sake, what's in that little pouch you got?\"\n*He says pointing at the one she came out of the building with.*" }, { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "\"..First time getting this close to seeing their work.\"\n\n\n\"Mhm. There is a similar district in my hometown.\"\n\n\n*As Yughotta pointed out about a good starting spot, her eyes followed suit. She noticed that different from the rest of the workshop there, one stood out in the sense that the interior doesn't seem to be intended as a sculptor working space. There are also a few people present inside, seemingly working on an intricate design on top of a paper.*\n\n\n\"Sounds good, let's ask.\" *She nodded, before following her partner.*\n\n\n\"..What's in that little pouch you got?\"\n\n\n\"Oh, right. This? Well, you see..\"\n\n\n*Akasha said, putting the pouch on top of her hand. She stopped walking and rummaged through her pockets to search for something, while holding her staff between her elbow and torso. A few seconds later, she procured a certain small object. It is a small, white ceramic pipe with ornate blue petal patterns decorating it. From inside the pouch, she lifted a pinch of what appears to be flaky, dark brownish substances.*\n\n_ _\n*She filled the bowl of her pipe until it was full with that substance. Then, she proceeds to press it down to compress it and then fills it once again, repeating the process. It's continued until the bowl is almost filled to the brim. Then, after putting the pouch back inside her pocket, she carefully aimed the tip of her staff against the bowl of the pipe. Conjuring small sparks, it creates tiny embers on the surface of the filling substances.*\n\n\"It's tobacco.\"\n\n*Unexpectedly, contrary to her being a young maiden, the priestess seemed to be an avid smoker. She remembered to restock on her tobacco leaves when Tiltinwilkin mentioned one of the contacts being a mogash. As she recalls it, they love tobacco leaves as a sort of social recreation. Who knows? Maybe they would slightly have a more favourable view of them if they see her appreciating an aspect of their culture. She also likes it personally, anyway. Akasha took a few little puffs afterwards to savour its flavour. Then, with a nod of her head, she signalled for them to continue walking towards the building.*\n_ _\n\n_ _\n\"Excuse me.\" *She said, knocking on the side of the opened door as they entered.*\n\n\"Hello there, is this the correct place where you can find a good jewel artisan?\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*The Mogash don't react and would keep deliberating the plans to cut the gem. The lora immediately gets distracted by Akasha asking the question, and asks her* **Indeed we are! Do you wish for a custom cut gem or is there anything else you'd wish?** *The lora seems weirdly enthused to sell gems, despite the fact their workshop sends their gems to the merchant...*\n\n*Around the two, there would be a bunch of workers, predominantly mogash, but there are Lora's and Silnari, as well. Some are looking at gems, clearly just transported from a mine, probably seeing what they can do with them. Some are cutting some gems according to designs.*\n\n*Maybe the 2 Mogash and Lora are the owners, or at least the most skilled around here, since they are making the cut designs, but Uku and Akasha probably doesn't know enough about gemcutters to know.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "*Uku would look rather surprised at Akasha.*\n\"Huh. Never would have pegged you for a smoker. The more you know, huh?\"\n*He nodded to himself and then looked over at the Lora.*\n\"We'd like to discuss one of your supply lines with a local merchant actually. I will be here representing Miss Akasha, just making sure everything is in order with what is happening here. Would you like to proceed, Miss Akasha?\"\n*He looked over to her and waited for her answer.*" }, { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "*Akasha didn't answer both of the lora and Yughotta's questions right away. She puts her pipe in her mouth while staring downward, appearing to be deep in thought. She could be overthinking it, but the enthusiasm behind the lora's tone when delivering that line slightly stood out to her.*\n\n\"Indeed. One of the merchants who are affiliated with this workshop has.. Piqued our interest.\"\n\n*She said, after puffing aside the white coloured smoke from the pipe. Walking forward from the doorway, she takes a closer look at some of the blueprints and the process of lapidary. A genuine interest can be seen in her eyes. Her mannerism with the pipe, coupled with her outfit appearance, which are woven finely from expensive garments, would likely bring about assumptions from people. She certainly does look the part– almost like some rich scholar who is interested in investing in the business. Whether she does it intentionally or not, who knows.*\n\n\"There are quite a few workers here. I take it that the business has been going well? Mr...\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*The lora looks at Akasha, wondering if she is who she is portraying herself to be. There's somewhat of a sliver of doubt the lora has.*\n\n[Akasha can make a career check using her Scholar career, halved (rounded down), in order to convince the lora she's a rich-ish person whose interested in investing in business]" } ]

[ { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "*While looking around the workshop, Akasha caught a glimpse of the lora's eyes. It seems that he is currently trying to judge what is the nature of his current visitors. A smile formed on the corner of her lips, as she turned to face the lora again. She walked back to her original position, and handed her staff to Yughotta so he could hold it. Then, she bends her knee slightly, lowering her posture while one of her feet sweeps behind her. She also uses her hands to hold her skirt slightly, in a graceful manner of curtsy.*\n \n\"Ah, where is my manner? Pardon, my name is Akasha Zephyros Astesia Isolet. I hailed from the capital of the Mentia Empire. May I be so bold to presume that you are aware of the House of Wisdom of Sashlandi?\" *She said, as she stood upright once again. The House of Wisdom, also the central point of the Dragon Religion council. Those who have knowledge of it would be able to recognize its golden crest that is emblazoned on Akasha's cape and beret.*\n \n\"May I have the pleasure to know your name?\" *She looked at the stocky lora while putting her pipe between her lips.*" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*The lora's face gets a gleeful look and yells to the others* \"Hey y'all, we have a great business opportunity here, a scholar from the House of Wisdom of Sashlandi is here to do business with us,\" *The other people look up for a moment but mutter under their breathes*\n\n*\"Damn it, he's gonna get the shop scammed again,\"* *Well, not all of them mutters that, some of them are cautiously optimistic. Looks like you now know how Epuluk got such cheap gemcutters, the owner of the workshop is a gullible person.*\n\n\"The names Ilgrid, I hail from a family of gem cutters, refining our our craft through generations. Recently the business has been declining, but we're sure to bounce back soon!\"\n\n\"So what do you wish to inquire our business with. We can buy and cut batches of low-quality gems likes garnets for about 90 silver, most merchants like to sell individual gems for about 45 silver each, but the smartest merchants hike up the price to 5 gold pieces, that's what my favorite business partner says at least. If you're asking about higher quality gems, we can do at most the price of emeralds, a batch of 20 costs about 3 gold, each sold for more or less than 3 gold and 50 silver, but the best ones go **More.** This is, of course, assuming it would just be 1 carat each.\"\n\n*He really subscribes to Epuluks business model, it would seem.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "*Uku didn't have much to add here. He was still waiting for Akasha to explain why we were here so he could assist with that. As such, he just smiled and stayed quiet at the moment. He would definitely look around the shop and make some impressed whistle sounds at the finer pieces.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "*As she puffed out clouds of white smog, her eyes glanced to the side. Her advisor is watching around with an impressed expression on his face. Looking back in front of her, he trusted Yughotta to catch on and play along with her scenario. One peculiar detail strikes Akasha. When the shop owner, Ilgrid, announced the prospect of an investor to the whole workshop, the reaction was more mixed than she had expected. It is as if the words \"Not again\" Is painted on some of their faces and mannerisms. She couldn't help but think that this is not the first time nor the second that the shop owner had done the same thing. Most likely, which often leads to more loss than gain, and his workers know of this.*\n \n\"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Ilgrid.\" *She said, putting on the most charming smile that she can muster.*\n \n\"Yes, I have heard hearsay regarding your inherited art of lapidary. It is no wonder that everything I've seen here is nothing short but fine pieces. Though, something strikes me as quite.. Odd.\"\n \n*Akasha began to stride again across the establishment. With her pipe at hand, her eyes are laid at some of the workers there. Mogash, Lora, and a few Silnari. Some of the workers of Ilgrid seemed to have more of 'awareness' of this matter, more than their master. The gullibility of the owner. However, she wondered, why don't they speak up? There are possibilities that they already had, but the master brushed it off. Though, she can't be certain. After taking a single puff, she continued where she left off.*\n \n\"You mentioned the decline of your business. On top of that, the prices that you've listed... Well, I happened to know one of the merchants who is affiliated with this workshop, you see, Mr Ilgrid. His name is Mr. Epuluk. Does that name ring any bell?\" *She paused, looking straight at the lora, feigning sharp expression.*\n \n\"In fact, the reason I decided to set my foot here is because of that gentlemen.\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Yes, I have heard hearsay regarding your inherited art of lapidary. It is no wonder that everything I've seen here is nothing short but fine pieces. Though, something strikes me as quite.. Odd.\"\n\n\"Of course, we cut nothing but the best... But what do you speak of... Odd?\"\n\n\"You mentioned the decline of your business. On top of that, the prices that you've listed... Well, I happened to know one of the merchants who is affiliated with this workshop, you see, Mr Ilgrid. His name is Mr. Epuluk. Does that name ring any bell?\" She paused, looking straight at the lora, feigning sharp expression.\n\n\"Of course, he's my biggest buyer. He sets us up with a mine and we sell him gems, he sometimes tells me how the sales go. Sometimes we can go months without him buying anything, but that's okay! Just means we have to wait and cut costs till he comes back... But what does that have to do with the decline of my business\" *Everyone else in the station groans loudly, some of them mutter \"I had to get by on breadcrumbs! BREADCRUMBS!\"*\n\n\"In fact, the reason I decided to set my foot here is because of that gentlemen.\"\n\n\"Oh, so you also want to do business with him? That's why you're meeting with me. It's a shame, though, seems he wouldn't be interested in books\"" }, { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "*She puts her index finger in the middle of her forehead and sighed alongside the groans of everyone else. It's no wonder how the people there seemed to be upset and unenthusiastic at the notion of a business partner opportunity. He **Is** Gullible. Hearing the whispered words of some of the people there, she can't help but feel sorry about them. Which even almost made her consider actually investing into this place.*\n \n\"Well, what actually happened was less pleasant than that, Mr. Ilgrid.\" *She said, putting the pipe in her mouth.*\n \n\"My Lawyer, why don't you explain the details of our 'interesting encounter' with the esteemed merchant, to our good sire here? Don't leave out his brilliant pricing as well.\"\n \n*Akasha's eyes met Yughotta as she said that. She trusts that the uzhi would be sharp enough to catch on and leave out unnecessary details, while.. Slightly twist the truth to fit their current scenario. A wealthy scholar with interest in gemstones and her aide, who happened to be simply intrigued after the fishy scent of Epuluk's business had wafted into their noses, striving to find its root.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "*He steps up and nods, clearing his throat.*\n\"*Ahem*, what Miss Akasha says here is true. It was to my shock walking through the market district to hear a deal going on, and a merchant asking the price of a *Thousand* Gold. While I might say the amulet being sold in question was well crafted, it certainly did not warrant an insane price such as this. As such, being an arbiter of justice, I informed the merchant of the laws he was breaking; scamming sellers, theft by deceit, countless merchant code regulations. While Mr. Epuluk agreed to give us a fair price, there is nothing stopping him from continuing what he was attempting to do to countless others. I back up this claim with the fact that he sent us on an errand in exchange for the amulet itself, speaking with a contract specialist who had banned him from business. His reasoning? Mr. Epuluk was forcing him to make his contract into scams, hoping the party signing would not read fine print, and be screwed over.\"\n*He shakes his head at this to act as if it would be something he was ashamed of hearing.*\n\n\"So we have, multiple counts of crimes with multiple charges, known intent to commit said crimes with a history, and we are looking for a means to an end. Something that will stop him from continuing. That is where you come in. If you force Mr. Epuluk to be bound by a contract to only do *Proper* Business, you will be safe from any legal action. However, without something like that, it is possible you could face charges just as bad as his for supplying these materials with the knowledge of what he is doing, with him even carrying your business. It does sound awfully suspicious that you live on breadcrumbs between visits from him, but can afford all you need when he is around.\"\n*He puts on a smirk, knowing he has them in a corner, legally.*\n\"Now, actions can be made, laws can be broken, people can be taken to jail. But that's a lot of hassle. Let's say you and I cut out the middleman and you agree to our deal here, so as we benefit and you benefit from being cleared through the eyes of the law.\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"That is... Certainly not possible, he's a credible merchant! And a very cautious one at that, he wouldn't do something as blatant as that! He'd get caught with legal action immediately, he's been buying from us for decades, even worked with my old man!\" *Ilgrid desperately retorts back, even as he said this, he struggled with the part where he said \"Worked with my old man,\" Like he wasn't sure of it, which is rather odd.* \"Even if what you were saying were true, and I bet it weren't, what would you do about it!\"\n\n\"But I have no idea the first thing about business, he's been the only one buying from this workshop for years, I rely on him. If I try to rope him up in whatever contract shenaniganry you're thinking of, he's break off our connection. We're left without anyone to buy from us! Even if he were a criminal, I don't see why we'd be roped up in all of it, all he does is buy from us\" *Ilgrid desperately argues that the workshop cannot survive without Epuluk,* \"After every sale we make, all of my employees say the same thing, that I should 'find more reliable clients', it isn't that I don't agree with them but it's a matter of fact that I can't find anyone for some reason. It's like everyone avoids us...\"\n\n*It is fortunate that he at least can take some advice from his employees, however despite that he can't get out of this rut because no ones willing to buy from him, except Epuluk. Which is strange, what you see is definitely high quality and it would be strange if no one wished to buy from this workshop. Perhaps it has to do with Epuluk once again.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Perhaps the reason everyone avoids you is because you allow people like that to be associated with your business. I'm no shop owner, but I am a customer. When I hear about a less than reputable man purchasing from a business, I don't think to myself 'wow I should go there next.' I steer as clear from it as I can.\"\n*He shakes his head.*\n\"You want business advice? I'll give you this piece for free.\"\n*He looks at Ilgrid right into his eyes and speaks slowly in a demeaning manor.* \n\"What. Your. Doing. Isn't. Working.\"\n*He goes back to his usual posture looking at the others in the building.*\n\"I can see your other men are thinking it, and by the look of things, have expressed that to you explicitly. This is an unsustainable business model you have here, and Mr. Epuluk, if you excuse my blunt metaphor, is a parasite. Something that feeds off you, sure, maybe it helps you out in some minor ways, but in the end, the host always dies, and the parasite moves on. If you want his business, you need to make *Him* Get it from you. Agree to supply shipments in bulk picked up at certain times so you don't have periods without income.\"\n*He smiles.*\n\"You want attention? When people hear that your shop whipped up a scammer into shape and set him right, the people will love it. Add in some minor details for the rumors, maybe someone threw a shoe at Epuluk to intimidate him. Anything that isn't normal that will create buzz. Word will spread fast, and your shop will be filled with people curious to hear the full tale and while they are in here, you have customers, which leads to people seeing you have customers, which leads to more customers.\"\n*He nods to himself.*\n\"So, for a simple deal of making this man agree to not scamming people in exchange for your product. You get a better offer, more customers, and more consistent money. I don't know about you, but I'd have to *Want* My business to fail if I were in your shoes and thought about saying no.\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Do you really think it'd work? Would he even accept an offer such as that... He's always been loyal to this workshop, but nowadays it seems like... He doesn't care anymore. I still don't believe it, I mean, I remember him and my father talking about bright prospects and making toasts to a bright future ahead of them, that's why I spent all of my youth working towards bettering my craft\" *He reminisces, struggling to believe the only way out is to betray an old family friend, but then maybe he got greedy and now he no longer cares about the workshop except for the jewels they cut.*\n\n\"If I accept this, do you truly believe I have someway of have a way of surviving if Epuluk disagrees and stops working with us? While our circumstances may be dire, we can keep our workshop because of him, and despite the fact that we don't have much food between him buying our stock, at the very least we can continue on like this for a while.\" *The other employees groan, sick of the circumstances of this workshop and their future prospects.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "\"Mhm, thanks to the Lord.\" \n \n*She smiled and nodded at Yughotta. With the contract safely tucked inside of her uniform, the next steps which they need to take are finally cleared now. Of course, it would still also depend on what Epuluk decides on the matter, but she's positive that everything will go alright. Out of gratitude, she bowed to Tiltinwinkin. His help is the most pivotal in completion of this case, after all.*\n \n\"Thank you, Mr. Tiltinwinkin. I pray for the good of your business. If fate would have it, then I will visit again in the future.\" She said.\n \n\"Let us go, then?\"\n \n*After they went back and forth to obtain the signature from Ilgrid, they are now on their way towards the gem seller. The reddish hue of the sunset bathed the district where they first met before. Its autumn colour spread around the neatly paved street, stores, and stalls alike. With the lack of many pedestrians on the road, it painted a slightly lonely— yet above all, serene visage of the cycle of daily life in this city. The priestess walked with light steps, humming a song in what was most likely an unfamiliar tone and language to Yughotta. Her voice is pleasant and smooth, evoking deep nostalgia, reminiscent of a mother's lullaby.*\n_ _\n\n_ _\n\"Huff.. I hope this will go nicely.\" \n \n*After a few moments, she whispered to him, as they walked side by side on the road. The stall where Epuluk sold his goods is visible in the distance. Its roof, tarp made from canvas shone brighter than the street, reflecting the crimson radiance of the sun. The outline– silhouette of his appearance are apparent, sitting on his usual, relaxed posture on the low bench of his stall. Akasha pulled the contract slip out and handed it to her companion.*\n \n\"Well, I think you should do the talk here, like before. I'm quite sure that you'll be more convincing to him for our case than me.\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*Before the two could reach Epuluk's stall, he was greeted by another guest. Once you got nearer you could start to hear what they were talking about but the start would be a mystery to you. You could see Epuluk's casual nature would be upset by this visitor, becoming tense and worried. She would be a macen and appears to be wearing some rather luxurious equipment.*\n\n\"You do realize how difficult it is to get one of those things, dear \"Epuluk,\" I never expected you to steal one of them... And for what? To sell them in order pay your debt? I don't just \"Not look for my belongings.\" I guess you're fine with your business failing, then?\"\n\n*Epuluk mumbles sadly, you couldn't make out what he was saying. Then the mystery stranger would take the necklace that Akasha wanted and simply left with nothing more than a simple 'bye.'*\n\n*The downtrodden merchant would notice the two at this point and tell them* \"It appears I promised you something I could not give, lassie,\" *He would rub his forehead with frustration, but would continue* \"Alrighty then, I have many other wares to give away if you completed that errand. Did you get that uptight contractor to work for me, lawyer?\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "Uku would join her walking out. \nThe priestess walked with light steps, humming a song in what was most likely an unfamiliar tone and language to Yughotta. Her voice is pleasant and smooth, evoking deep nostalgia, reminiscent of a mother's lullaby.\n\"What is that you are humming?\"\nHe tilts his head a bit to it, seeming a little thrown off by it. His happy exterior almost melting for a second.\n\"Huff.. I hope this will go nicely.\" \n\"I sure hope so too.\"\n\"Well, I think you should do the talk here, like before. I'm quite sure that you'll be more convincing to him for our case than me.\"\n\"You got it, Akasha.\"\nHe would go to step forward and then hear this conversation happening and pause listening to it. After they finished and the lora spoke to him he would respond.\n\"I think what I'm about to say will highly depends on if Akasha still wants that amulet or not.\"\nHe looks over to Akasha basically seeing if he has to put the squeeze on this guy again or not." } ]

[ { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "\"What is that you are humming?\"\n \n\"Hmm?\" *She would pause and turn at Yughotta.*\n \n\"It's the 'Iris Lullaby', a folk tune of Shaslandi. My mother used to hum this to me as I drifted to sleep.\"\n \n*As the unexpected even unfolds in front of their eyes, Akasha would freeze in place. If Yughotta were to see how her appearance is right now, then he would notice an uncharacteristic expression coming out from her; a serious grimace filled with apprehension and intermixed with worry. Her grip on her staff is tightened. She grabbed the uzhi's clothes before he could take any more steps towards the stall, signalling them to wait in place until the unknown person had left the premises. As both of them finished talking, she warily walked forward with Yughotta, while her gaze remained towards the direction where that person disappeared to.*\n\n\"I think what I'm about to say will highly depends on if Akasha still wants that amulet or not.\"\n \n\"...Yes, I still want the amulet.\"\n \n*Akasha answered absentmindedly, appearing to be pondering something, before turning to the lora. She walked forwards and stopped in front of the stall. Her mannerism is wildly different from the nervous girl who desperately haggled with the lora a few hours ago. Instead, the confident and no-nonsense posture would remind one of a sheriff who is currently interrogating a criminal. She looked straight at Epuluk's eyes with a piercing gaze.*\n \n\"Mr. Epuluk is your name, correct?\"\n \n*Almost seemingly forgotten with their previous deals and contract, Akasha asked him in a low tone.*\n\n\"You.. What was your relationship with that person from earlier? Who is that?\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Mr. Epuluk is your name correct?\"\n\n\"Correct, I am the merchant Epuluk. Or well, was.\" *He bows his head, in regret? Shame? Or sadness? Hard to tell but he's certainly not happy.*\n\n\"You... What was your relationship with that person from earlier? Who is that?\"\n\n\"I really shouldn't say this, lassie, but I don't have much of a reason to keep a secret either. She was my boss, was the one who put me into business on a loan... A really terrible loan. Need to scrape lots of money every month just to pay the interest, ain't a big help that I'm no good at selling stuff.\" *Well, both the supplier and the purchaser seem to have business inadequacy's, which is strange since he worked as a merchant for a long time, as determined by him working with Ilgrid's father.*\n\n\"So at a point, I couldn't pay, so I did what I could think of... Which was to steal some of her stuff and sell it. Worked for a bit but looks like I stole something she'd notice, I really should've gave it to you without any fuss, wouldn't of been caught. My business will most definitely fail without her around, despite the fact it seems you made some headway with the errand I sent you on.\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "Uku's face crinkles up like he has heard this kind of thing a hundred times before.\n\"Oh, boo-hoo. Here come the water works. You're a failing business in a world of failing businesses, but that doesn't give you the right to do what you did today. It doesn't make you special. What does make you special is your ability as a salesman to rise above that and not fall into the abyss of debt and loans.\"\nHe shakes his head.\n\"What we've seen before with you was questionable, but this is completely condemnable. Either you figure out a way to get my client her amulet which you promised to her into her hands by the end of today or I'll see that you're dragged off to prison by guards myself. Now, I'm sure you and I don't want that to happen, so why don't we just make everyone happy and figure out something?\"\nHe smiles again." } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"N... Normalperson...? How. Does anyone go into business. With someone with a name like that. Even if you know that's a fake name, god that's just a red flag.\"\nYughotta fails to see the irony. He looks over to Akasha\n\"This is a bit of a quandary. We investigate this without him, and he likely never is seen again, but we take him with us and they would immediately know something is up. I think this can go either way, so it is really client preference here.\"" }, { "author": "Akasha Isolet", "message": "*She was quite baffled as well, at first. But now, considering that Epuluk's past situation incurs a desperation– it's not wholly bizarre that he so easily joined a shady business with that woman. Akasha paused to think about the query. It doesn't seem like the lora knows anything much, and bringing him along would outweigh the benefit as he is practically a deadweight.*\n \n\"...Let's do it this way.\"\n \n*The weak, lavender coloured hue on the tip of her staff changed into dim emerald light. Akasha looked around to make sure that nobody was in proximity. After that, she returned her focus to the lora. Suddenly, stems of greenery sprouted from beneath the ground. The veins intertwined against Epuluk's limbs, scandent circling his body upwards. Its appendages tightened in a single breath, that would make the lora lose balance and drop to the ground.*\n \n\"Now..\" *She walked forward and kneeled next to the immobile Epuluk. Both her eyes and her voice contains a certain icy– intimidating air beneath them*\n \n\"Be nice and stay put while I confirm your words. I certainly hope that there won't be any more lies, Mr. Epuluk.\"\n\n_ _\n*Akasha tapped the bottom of her staff lightly on the pavement. Additional roots springed upwards, encircling his mouth to prevent him from creating a ruckus. She stood up and put her right foot on top of his stocky torso, pushing him forward like a barrel. He rolled on the ground towards the space beneath the stall, hidden from the eyes of people. Then, she hits the edge of the pole that held the stall's tarp roof with her staff.*\n \n\"Well then, shall we go?\" *The priestess turned to Yughotta with a warm smile extremely contrasting to her expression just now, as the tarp fell and covered the stall.*\n \n\"Ah, but.. I originally hired you simply to deal with the errand. Honestly, from here on out, I don't suggest that you come along. I can pay you right here, and then we can meet sometime later in the tavern after I finish resolving this. I still owe you that explanation, after all.\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"That is fully your decision if you want me to come or not. Just know I do usually charge more for life threatening situations.\"\nHe jokes with her\n\"But seriously, I've been in worse spots than this. I'm fine either way, but if you want to handle this by yourself then I'll head off.\"\nHe nods. He didn't really feel strongly either way. He would feel a bit bad if she ended up getting hurt buuut he also isn't a fan of ruining his clothes with getting attacked." } ]

[ { "author": "Hynes", "message": "The all consuming darkness of the night whispered and howled, as the many phantoms and demons roamed the ill lit streets. In the backstreets of Ulnoor, where only the most deplorable and degenerate of folk wander, to but only commit deplorable and degenerate acts, Hynes sat idle at the only other table with a chair, adjacent next to the window sill which had been designed into a hollowed out tree. With a wine of genuine blood, *No doubt personally collected, willingly or unwilling*, the pale warrior had put up her blade and metal for the night, or so she had thought.\n\nThe inn had belonged to an underground brewer, Elven miscreants often stopped by for refreshments, or as a meeting place for 'business'. She had been listening in precariously to an ongoing racket she had begun hearing not too far away. Hynes didn't often stray too far from indoors, nor was she too keen on staying in a place for too long. Someone such as a mage could possibly sense her if they were that specialised. It's hard enough to look for something like her, but it's even harder if you don't even know you're looking for something. \n\nHynes had originally visited the Elven forests in search of work, messy work. There was a high supply of mercenaries and sell-swords all around Salvania, thus she didn't bother setting up shop there. Whether or not the same story would follow in the Elven capital was yet to be seen, however judging by the nature of most Elves she figured it was a trade that not many of them pursued. As a vampire she always had to satisfy her blood lusts. Being in her final stages of maturity, she had been tempted into the strengths of one nevertheless." }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "So that racket she could hear in the distance? That was Conway, running through the the dimly lit streets. On his heels were his father's men, persistent in catching the run away so of a lord that was Conway. As Silnari, Conway was quite the nimble one, able to quickly climb up the side of a building with little to no issue. Problem was, so were the one following him. He could hear their shouts behind him as hunters scaled up the side of the building after him. He had to admit they were pretty good, much better than the last group that his father had sent after him.*\n\n*This situation was one of Conway's own doing. He had just happened to have requested a letter of recommendation from a soldier he had recently done a job with. Problem was when he sent the letter, the wrong eyes saw it and now his father knew where he was. And knowing his father, Conway knew that he would employ every well known mercenary group that he could find to do the job. And as Conway leapt from one roof to another, the clay cracking beneath his feet as he landed, he cursed himself for such stupidity.* \n\n*And here he was, leaping to another roof top as he got into the outskirts of the city. But as his feet left the roof, he realized a major problem. He had misjudged the distance and was not going to clear the gap. So he gritted his teeth and balled up, preparing himself as he slammed into the side of a building and dropping down at least two stories. Right onto the table she was having her drink at. And of course the table did a horrible job at breaking his fall as he went right through it.*" }, { "author": "Hynes", "message": "Having dulled all senses but pleasure, Hynes had for the moment let herself be muted under a flood of alcohol and vice. Perhaps she had let her 'early retirement' take the better of her, it is to say at least she was not as sharp as she had been in the past, evident with the now lying half corpse desecrated unceremoniously in front of her. Scooting back from her chair she instinctive clawed a balisong knife from her side, meeting the collapsed man with a readied posture, albeit swaying side to side with her technique drugged by the effects of grog. \n\nIn the distance her senses batted to the rumbling boots of an Elvish guard. Guardsmen? In this part of the city? Those men knew that the streets out numbered them greater than ten to one, and were comprised of only the most roughened criminals. Despite her muddled state, she was able to comprehend that this meant the fellow in a well dressed attire in front of her attained status.\n\nBefore Conway could collect himself, Hynes readied her tower shield behind her back and slung a spear over it. Turning to the man, she rapidly took him off the floor with an intense strength that then gripped him deathly tight to her armour. Hearing the sounds of these apparent 'guardsmen', whom she had not yet identified otherwise, Hynes leaped to the side of the bar, crushing the walls with the knife like fingers of her gauntlet, and running across the side to meet her way to perch atop the building. She'd scan the horizion for these pursuers, and then look down upon Conway without any leeway for him to break free of her cradle. She then poised a muffled question, her tone with the hint of femininity though broken by the metallic reverb of her helmet.\n\n'What's a little red smooth skin got business important enough to be chased around the streets of the Elven empire?'" }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*There was that feeling, the moment when one's body gets hit so hard that it just doesn't want to work. When your mind tells your body to move but it won't listen. And on top of that Conway's mind was still moving as he was running. So it was safe to say that a couple of his thought had gotten tangled up. He groaned as he struggled to catch the breath that had been yanked from his lungs. He had managed to get to his hands in knees when he felt a strong hands a knees when a strong hand yanked him away.*\n\n*It was safe to say that Conway hadn't noticed the individual there, so it gave him quite the scare. Hell, he had barely heard her approach. The next thing he knew he was being whisked away to to the rooftop of another building. From there, Conway found himself being cradled by the armored... Woman? What in the name of the gods was going on? Who was this? And why were the holding him in such a shameful fashion?* \n\n\"Oh you know, just running from bounty hunter sent by my controlling father. How are you doing this evening. Also could you let me down they are coming.\" \n\n*Just as he said that, said bounty hunters appeared on the roof he had jumped from. One of them pointed at them and shouted for them to stop. And of course Conway had not intentions on doing such a think so, he struggled in the warrior's arms until they dropped him. Meanwhile the bounty hunters were busy climbing down the side of the building sand running across the street so they could climb up the bar.*" }, { "author": "Hynes", "message": "Hynes paid to mind to the satirical tone of the man gesturing to the hunters. She also clasped him further, with a strength rivalling that of a minotaur. *It was not so clear if she presented a greater danger to him compared with the hunters*.\n\n'*Do not squirm like a worm*. It's clear had you the talent or skill to escape, you would not have broken my table as you did. In payment, hold on and do not make this more difficult **For me**.'\n\nThe sentinel begrudgingly resisted his attempt to break away, and with her supernatural feats of strength reinforcing this vice, he would surely hold the least leverage in attempting an escape. Behind her he then saw a large figure readying two massive scimitars above his head like a headman's axe. Before he could even warn the woman however, he soon found himself facing the complete other direction as Hynes merely swiped her foot backward and met the pursuer with a fleeting kick to his knees, severing them with her metallic boot and forcing this opponent to collapse and fall below. \n\n'Idiot.'\n\nConway then felt a jolt of unrelenting force as they were dashed meters up to the air, only for Hynes to leap from the bar roof to yet the walls of the cavernous buildings beside them. The pursuers turned bewildered, as Hynes lept from the side and once more began sprinting from rooftop to rooftop, maintaining a constant zig zag pattern in order to throw off the mercenaries, whom she had now recognised as not mere guardsmen, but hired thugs.\n\n'Do not feel so embarrassed in being damsel in distress. Personally, I was going rather alright, before you destroyed my evening if you must ask.'" } ]

[ { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*The evening was full of surprises for the young Silnarian. From being chased and discovered to the iron grip this woman had on Conway's body. It was like he was trapped in the vice of a giant, unmoving unless it wanted to move. He opened his mouth to say something, to respond or question why she was helping him. Or even warn her about the figure behind her. But then the world span and his words were snatched from his lips. It was always an interesting sight when large men get taken down. The way their bodies bounced against the ground. It was almost entertaining.*\n\n*But then the two of them were moving. The woman moving at unnatural speeds, even at Silnari standards. He ended up following her advice, holding on to her as she leapt and bound from building. Conway found himself thrashing around in her arms, mostly because he was large person for her to carry. But she left his pursuers far behind, allowing Conway a chance to breath. At least he would if he wasn't busy trying to prevent his head from slamming into anything.*\n\n\"Well, I figured. I'm sorry about that by the way. Maybe I can buy you a drink or two to repay you?\" *He asked, mostly curious on how she was able to move like this.* \"Also when are we stopping?\"" }, { "author": "Hynes", "message": "**Thwack!!**\n\nA large wooden floorboard caved in, Hynes bursting into the windows of an abandoned apartment, long had she left their pursuers with their tails caught between their legs. It was a mere few minutes that she had endlessly tracked the alleyways and backstreets corridors of Ulnoors slums, dodging and weaving through unsuspecting folk alike as her midnight armour deflected the light from casting a shadow. There was something indeed, innately supernatural with her presence, a certain cold feeling that ravels down your nape and makes you wake up with a pool of sweat in the middle of the night.\n\nWhat horror had Conway truly found himself to the mercy of, only the future could present. Laying the man down she dropped him unkindly, leaving him to quickly gather his bearing or lest simply fall onto the dust littered flooring once more. Without addressing him, her apparent gigantic shield made itself known as she unslung it from her back and held it to the broken window, once more encasing the building. Only a sliver of white moonlight glanced inside to reveal her figure, reflecting the dim lit profile of the dark knight. She then spoke.\n\n'We stop here.'" }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*It was almost like something Conway had read in a book when he was younger. There heroin saved the young lord in the middle of the night, sweeping him off his feet to safety. Problem here was that he wasn't sure just how safe he really was. There was something about this individual that had him feeling off. But he wasn't left with much time to think about it before he found himself crashing through a window and nearly thrown to the ground.* \n\n*He managed to catch himself before rudely meet the surface. He stood and dusted himself off, checking to see if during that entire mess he had lost anything.* \"Thank you for that. If not for you, I would probably have been caught.\" *He said as he checked his straps and blades. Once he was done he looked up to see the massive shield she had pressed against the window to cover the hole. He had to stop himself from staring in disbelief. She had carried him and that hunk of metal all the way here and was still moving at such speeds. Conway quickly realized that maybe this was not someone he wanted to anger or annoy.*" }, { "author": "Hynes", "message": "The black knight stood before him, barely visible by the all consuming darkness that had suddenly surrounded him. The air grew thick, as if it were trying to choke him with a heavy wind that was just *Unnatural*. Through the miniscule slits her eyes rendered him into frame, her enhanced vision describing his intricacies in broad detail.\n\n'You have failed to consider that perhaps instead you may have been caught *By me.*'\n\n**Scratch**\n\nAn orange scarlet haze then erupted near her mouth, formed by the strike of a match which in turn lit a pipe clasped between her lips. A rather large pipe, held within the clutches of dagger like black gauntlets. Her skin was now revealed, pale as moonlight, with her helmet visor partially raised to allow for her jaw to be freed. Hynes drew a monotone frown across her partial face, leaning against the wall behind her with her arms rested across her breastplate. \n\n'Tell me, table breaker, what is your name . . . And just how much would you sell for?'\n\nA dreadful smirk then painted across her jaw, as she scoffed finishing the sentence. Beside her, a long shark tipped spear rested, Hynes motioning her hand to stroke the shaft in representation of its equal towering size. Perhaps he had really avoided fate, only to have been thwarted by a bigger monster." }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*He sighed as he realized the position he was in. Out of the fire and into the shit. He chuckled softly, finding it all amusing. From what he's seen, she had agility that would make any fighter envious. She could probably put him down before he could even fully draw his blade. And then her strength. With that spear she could probably run him through with little effort. But Conway still had one trick up his sleeve, something he wasn't sure she picked up on yet. Conway was a mage, and as he stood there he was already going through what spells he could use to get himself out of this situation.* \n\n\"Well, I can say that the thought just popped into my head. And my name is none of your business and considering that was the fourth group this week, take a guess.\" *He sighed as he took a step back.* \n\n*Then he acted, swiping his hand, fire erupting from his palm, coating the area which she stood in a blinding blazing inferno. He didn't wait to see how she would react, casting haste on himself, he spun on his heels. There the door to the room that he spotted when she let him go. He needed to get to it before she could recover. His shot out, releasing a bolt of energy that shot through the door, weakening enough that he could plow right through. Even then he didn't stop, quickly releasing he was beside a railing that lead to the bottom floor. Instead of going down the stairs, he leapt over the railing, dropping towards the ground. By now the warrior probably was reacting, and on his heels.*\n\n*He rolled when he hit the ground, springing to his feet, continuing his run. Since he left home, Conway found himself getting more and more used to running. First few times he had to fight his way out cause he would get caught. But he learned from those mistakes. Like for example, stick to main pathways, alleyways can eventually lead to dead ends. Only climb up buildings with clear and obvious hand holds, A good amount of the time he could probably get up them before his pursuers. If\n\nYour pursuer was better than you, then remember to stay calm, don't panic, and use your head. If he hadn't learn these things he would probably already be back in his father's hands.*" }, { "author": "Hynes", "message": "Hynes smirked at the promise of that being the 'fourth group'. She knew that immediately translated into profit. She felt a surge of innate pleasure with herself at the prospect of hauling in a large quantity of gold. Not that she needed such a sum at all, after all she was living off the pocket money of her associate, now former Lord of Lymnia, regardless- the surge of the hunt made her -\n\nCracke!\n\nThe roar of burning red embers suddenly ignited at her feet, her blood from once a cold calm pool now boiled in red fiery anguish. From inside she felt her temperature surge, and the vampire within her begged for release. A crimson red beam then emerged from Hynes' eye, illuminating several paces ahead of her in a red light. She calmly pocketed the pipe, lowering her helmet to once more shield entire face. Despite her weakness to such a rupturing temperature, there lacked any serious physical impalements due to the fires being fought back by her metal skin.\n\nAs she comprehended the situation and batted her eye at Conway, the burning flames still erupting beneath her, she then watched him brace through the door and leap downward below. Seeing this she then ferociously gripped her spear with an anger which marked the shaft with a dent. She once more leaped over to grab her tower shield in one swift motion, and followed through by exerting herself out of the building in a tremendous leap.\n\nFrom below, Conway could feel the earth shattering landing of the dark knight, with traces of fires and ash still between her slates of armour, dancing harmlessly as if she merely put them on as her coat. Her beaming red eye then dreadfully tracked toward him, as if automatically destined to remain fixed on his position at all times. Landing on her knee, her spear at her right and her towering shield to her left made the scene all the more dramatic. Before allowing him to react beyond shock and fear, she then galloped at his direction, flying with break neck speeds directly to him." }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*If death ever had a sound, this was it. The ominous boom in the distance accompanied but the ground shaking. He didn't bother looking back, Conway could feel her gaze on the back of his head. He could feel her footsteps as she charged down the street. Each one was like a cannon firing, like the hammer, sealing his coffin shut with each nail. Even with his haste he knew she was going to catch him soon if he didn't do something.*\n\n*He quickly rounded a corner, his hand catching a cart. Throwing it into the road he, casted another fire spell, ignited the cart. He knew it wasn't enough to stop her but something was better than nothing in his mind. Then he proceeded to break one of his own rules, he ducked into an alleyway before she rounded the corner. Unbeknownst to him, the cart he knocked over was selling cheap liquor. Said liquor spilled across the street and created a wall of fire behind him. The liquor burned brightly, and was possibly enough to make the huntress stop.*\n\n*Meanwhile, Conway had managed to tuck himself into a alcove, hiding from sight, even holding his breath in case she came down that way.*" }, { "author": "Hynes", "message": "Her stomping unabated by her fall echoed like thunder, the ground beneath her clenching before heavy iron maiden boots. Suddenly, a cart burst into a bonfire in front of her, igniting with the cackle tenfold that of his original spell upon her.\n\nHaving lost the runaway to the hellfire which lit the streets once more, Hynes briefly paused her dash to witness the pool of liquid ignite into a sea of red. Knowing this much flame could indeed impede her stalking, she lent her tower shield downwards, continuing her march as she let it slide across the pebbled streets. From here, she then nimbly leapt atop the shield, using it as a sled by tilting the shield upward and using her momentum to slide it across the lubricated pathway. The shield itself would hold, and her gathered speed allowed it to continue just long enough to meet the other side of his ember barricade unscathed.\n\nFinally the stampede ceded, when the beast in black rounded the corner, scratches of white sparks glittering off from her shield and metal boot as she came to a halt. Her head swung to the corner, her right luminous beam scanning the narrow alleyway to reveal a dead end several meters down ahead. Surrounding the walkway were high walled buildings, but several galley ways and planks were offered at either stretch. Large and numerous enough for an agile runaway to have maneuvered through.\n\n*Thud . . .*\n\nThud . . .\n\n**Thud . . .**\n\nEach passing step Conway could feel himself suffocating. He had only need breath he air once, and that maybe the final time he ever tasted air once again. The dark metallic boots of the pursuer reverberated and drowned the disappearing cackles of fire. Now there was only her presence which stalked him like the harbinger itself. Slow and unwavering, unavoidable and inevitable. One could only wait for death to call their name. A red beam scanned left to right, up and down, barely missing Conway's figure as it painted the recess of the wall which he lay hidden in.\n.\n\n'You know boy . . . Perhaps if you had thought ahead maybe you should have considered that your chances were better off had you come fourth willingly and without resistance. I'd like you to entertain the prospect that perhaps I have no come for your blood, and in that case would it not be best to come with equal best intentions? Running only delays the inevitable. Immortal or not - time wasted is an opportunity missed. And *I hate that*." }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*Conway held his breath as if his life depended on it, for there was a good chance that it did. The ever approaching thuds of her footsteps, the red light that illuminated the alleyway terrified him. If wasn't for the situation he was in he would have made a joke on how quickly it went from a fairy tail to a nightmare in an instant. But now was not the time. In hindsight he probably should have just gone with her. But he wasn't one to go down easy. He had lasted this long, like hell he would go down without a fight.* \n\n*He gritted his teeth, his lungs screaming for him to breath but he didn't. But that produced a problem if she caught him, then he would probably fight her. But, ah hell, he was going to regret this.* \n\n\"You know when you say shit like, \"How much would you sell for.\" Are you really surprised that I ran?\" *He said, giving himself away. He stepped out from his hiding spot and turned to face her.* \"I mean what other did I have? You just found me running from other mercenaries and you looking like death itself? And you expect me to just myself over? Admit it though, I surprised you with that magic.\" *He closed his eye expecting to get hit ion the face or something.*" }, { "author": "Hynes", "message": "The pale devil smirked, a sinister grin developing on her lips as the runaway revealed himself for confrontation. Her red eye hummed its monotone dark red flare, as the outline of Conway came into picture.\n\n'Finally . . . And to think that little children don't eventually tire of their own games. I suppose maybe in hindsight the question was, confrontational, given the context of you just escaping . . .'\n\nThe man could only close his eyes into anticipation, waiting for the dealer to turn the card over. Perhaps it is best described like a deer caught in headlights, so perplexed at the blinding presence that they stand still and recoilless without the means to comprehend such fear. Hynes did note that the man voluntarily step forward, perhaps in recognition of her analogy toward inevitability. \n\nHowever with his eyes closed, and the smell of fresh air finally in his lungs, gained a false sense of hope. There is an innate false sense of hope every being has before some inevitable tragedy. Some strange phenomenon where an individual clings to a non present hope that just at the very last moment, some divine force may save them. Perhaps Conway would feel this, in what felt like his sure to be final moments.\n\n'I believe we have come to a miss understanding boy. I do not intend on killing you . . . Nor collecting some meagre reward. **In fact, you won't even feel anything**.'\n\nConway then felt her heavy gauntlet rest high to barely touch his shoulder, Hynes extending her mechanical arm as she did so. He felt the knives of each finger rest calmly but invasively on his shoulder, like a smooth snake had been planted beside him, waiting for a mortal strike. But non such came, he voice soothed with a soft hush as her jaw freed from its helmet. It was unnaturally tranquil, as if to place him in complete serenity. Perhaps he had indeed been spared, perhaps this was simply a result of the awkward social etiquette of this, seem to be heroin.* Wait - feel what?*\n\n``WHACK!``" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Entering the rich atmosphere, a pink-haired Silnari made his way through the door. A mask sat atop his face, carrying resemblance to a pig while around his shoulders rested his cloak that seemed carry some extra fluff at the neck of it. Perhaps it helped a bit for the colder weather, but it managed to add a bit more regality to it. He looked over towards Kavi at the sudden welcome, tilting his head back a bit at the name. He supposed if any place suited it, this one seemed to. Despite the treasury he felt he was met with, Terrel figured it best not to linger too long, he simply need to grab what he needed and go. Of course he knew that probably wouldn't happen, the jewelry alone was distracting enough to short-attention elf.*\n\n\"Adventuring supplies mainly.\"*He said to him, making his way over to Kavi.*\"Packs, potions, any gear you may have if that's the case.\"*He said bluntly. His voice came very low in tempo, but he seemed to have a bit of humor to it. He found his eyes traveling a bit.*\"And other things that catch my interest.\"*He added in a quieter tone as if he were more so thinking aloud. It seemed he hadn't taken notice of the predator beside the man just yet, his attention already caught.*" }, { "author": "Kavi D'Fonrinii", "message": "*Kavi's bright eyes looked at the elf for a brief moment before landing again on his face, smiling as always. The white teeth were a highlight amidst his dark gray skin.*\n\n\"Hah! Of course. Come with me and I'll show you what we have.\"\n\n*Kavi said cheerfully, not so much, but it showed his hospitality in his tone of voice. He sounded quite sincere. He stepped out from behind the dark stone counter, walking toward an area of the store where there were just two other people talking while picking out some items. They seemed to know what he wanted, so Kavi didn't need to help them. The Tholian signaled for Terrel to follow him, and opened his hand toward some assorted adventure pieces, as if he were showing them off. There were a few bags of various styles, sizes, and shades of dark color. Although they looked too stylish for an adventure, they turned out to be of good quality. In fact, some were made by the owner himself. Such skill had been gained in his early days in the business world. A little further on there were items for general protection.*\n\n\"Here you go, traveler. Let me know if anything interests you.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel followed after the welcoming man, not picking up any real traces of bad intent that came from the more sneaky of Silnaris. Terrel never had a bad encounter with Tholian before though and it seemed like this one was keeping the streak going. The Fricharii decided to let his eyes wander for a while, coming to notice all the colorfully well designed stuff on display. It reminded him a certain restaurant he once visited. If only the name could come to mind. Oh well, Terrel was sure it'll be relevant some other time. At the notion of them coming up to the supplies, Terrel scanned over them for a short while before saying:*\"Pretty stylish for a bunch of adventuring supplies, hm?\"*The Silnari would have figured the supplies more equipped for travel, but it seemed like they could very well just be for display too.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kavi D'Fonrinii", "message": "\"Surely they have magnificent animals there. And yes, there are elephants there.\"\n\n*Kavi thought for a brief moment about his adventures with an old merchant friend, who had helped him when he left his home and was forced to give up his noble privileges. Perhaps this unfortunate occurrence has taught him several things that he would never have learned if he had stayed at home. His thoughts were blown to the back of his mind as he heard Terrel speak once more.*\n\n\"I have already traveled to Dezabia twice in my life, I can say that I know enough.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I've had my fair share of visits, though mostly just passing through so I never got to stay long to see.\"*He said, coming to bring his hand to simply rest on the lion's head before he looked back over to Kavi.*\"You wouldn't happen to know how to obtain one would you?\" An elephant I mean.\"*The Silnari decided to ask casually, figuring he might as well give his friend a hand while he was here getting supplies.*" }, { "author": "Kavi D'Fonrinii", "message": "*Kavi nodded as he listened to Terrel's own experiences with Dezabia's territory. An eyebrow arched at hearing his question, smiling at the possibility of more business on the way. One thing be told: Kavi loved luxury, and most of all, **Money.*** \"Actually, I could get one for you in no time!\" *He smiled. *\"I mean, I'll need to make a trip, but I can get you an elephant directly from Dezabia. With the right care I believe it can survive out of the habitat, just like him-\" *Kavi looked at his friend, his smile becoming more familiar to the lion, and turned his eyes back to Terrel.* \"But that will cost, of course.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well if you think you can transport it well enough, then I can consider. How much?\"*The Silnari asked, wondering if it was better to get an elephant while it was still young or if it had a better fighting chance upon leaving its youth. He wasn't too sure with animals such as these, but hopefully the more tame west was well suited enough for a desert built war mount. Terrel moved his hand away from the lion, returning it to his cloak for the time being in him getting business done and readjusting his focus to such.*" }, { "author": "Kavi D'Fonrinii", "message": "*The lion left the two Silnari behind after he stopped receiving affection from Terrel, wagging his tail behind him as he walked around the curious store. A few familiar customers offered pats and compliments now and then. Kavi in turn looked at his customer with glowing eyes, the elf could almost see the gold of his irises turn into gold coins.*\n\n \"Considering the size and species of animal you are requesting from me, plus the cost and time it will take me to go to Dezabia and back to deliver it to you... I'll do it for 15 gold coins.\"\n\n *Kavi spoke in a more serious tone than he had shown so far in all his time attending to Terrel, but it didn't sound rude or unpleasant, more akin to confidence and persuasion.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*As the tone began to shift, Terrel focused his gaze on him, catching a hint of his facial change to mark his seriousness of the matter. While Terrel seemed a lot more loose in posture than him, he returned an answer in similar tone, albeit a hint of humor to it with his words.*\"Do you prefer paid up front or upon delivery?\"*He asked him, figuring the former made more sense than the latter anyhow. Terrel found it funnier to ask anyways, however.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kavi D'Fonrinii", "message": "*The smile at the corner of Kavi's lips curved a little at Terrel's certainly sarcastic question. The elf had good humor.* \"That's right, I see we have a deal. May I have your name?\" *Kavi held out a hand to his client.* \"Besides, I prefer that you pay me in advance.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Name's Terrel.\"*He answered reaching out to shake the Tholian's hand. The quiet sound of coins clanking against one another resonated from it as the Elf slipped a small pouch into Kavi's palm before finally returning his hand back to his cloak.*\"Terrel Bales. I think this should be enough 'in advanced'.\"*He said, tilting his head up a bit as he awaited the man's response.*" }, { "author": "Kavi D'Fonrinii", "message": "*The Tholian shook hands with his fellow man confidently, holding the bag of gold coins and squeezing it lightly with his fingers to feel the valuable pieces.* \"Kavi. Kavi D'Fonrinii.\" *He said with a smile on his gray face, before looking at the small purse and counting each coin.* \"All right, it's a deal, Mr. Bales. I will leave for Dezabia this week and return in a month or two. I need a way to contact you when I have your animal.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"A month or two, eh?\"*He asks, rubbing his chin in thought of the best method of them reaching out.*\"I suppose I'll try to be in the area by then. But in case I'm not and, if it doesn't disrupt your feline, I'll leave a wolf for you to send for me.\"*By his words it was a wonder if it was meant to be taken in the literal sense or not. But seeing as this man had a lion, the idea of the masked customer having a wolf didn't seem any more surprising.*\"Does that work for you?\"" }, { "author": "Kavi D'Fonrinii", "message": "Kavi nodded thoughtfully as he listened to Terrel. A wolf, eh? It seems he was not so different from the Tholian. \"I guess I'll have to follow the wolf to you with your elephant, yeah, it works.\" He said with his smile pulled a little more to the side of his face, his hands in the air, palms open, as if he were shrugging." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sounds like a plan then.\"*Terrel said, making a mental note to himself to keep track of the days for whenever having to collect the elephant. It would be tough getting it all the way across the continent, though maybe he could try avoiding most towns along the way. Oh well, it was a problem for another day.*\"Now about that mountain gear...\"*He said, finally remember some of the stuff he was supposed to be getting after the long distraction.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kavi D'Fonrinii", "message": "*Kavi's smile widened once more at the mention of money, pulling up the corners of his lips as his eyes gleamed. He did some math and offered the price of the materials in Terrel's hand, in addition to the ones he'd taken earlier.* \"I can make a discount for you, due to our agreement on Dezabia. So it would be-\" *The merchant named the price happily, even offering Terrel a small handcrafted wooden item in the shape of a wolf as a free gift.* \"I assume you like wolves.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel counted some silver in the bag he had before offering a pouch of it to Kavi in payment of what he had now. He looked at the wooden wolf piece, taking it in hand as he was offered it. Looks like his collection is gradually building at this rate, though the wolf figurine was new.*\"Something like that.\"*He said with a grin before pocketing the item.*\"They can be rather loyal companions with enough convincing. By the way if anyone asks of it, just say it's yours for the time being. I'd rather not have my wolf chased away from its job if you get what I mean.\"" }, { "author": "Kavi D'Fonrinii", "message": "*Kavi accepted the small bag of silver coins with a wide smile, like a child receiving their favorite candy. He thought for a moment about Terrel's request, which reminded him of having already had the feeling that he had seen him. In the end, he dropped it. What mattered was her new client, regardless of his work or actions. Unless they negatively affect Gold Dust.* \"I see, I'll do as you like. Thank you very much for visiting my store, sir.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Till we meet again.\"*He said with a two-fingered salute before he eventually turned away and headed off from the store. Terrel will have to remind himself later to come back in a couple months for the elephant and even more so thinking of method of transporting it. That was a problem for another time, however. For now, he had a mountain trek he needed to do.*" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "**Somewhere east of the East Silnarian border**\nHere, a long, meandering river ran from the mountains to the coast. Beastkins villages and towns scattered across it's courses.\n\nTwila would be near one of the village. A larger than usual one, with unending field of golden wheats, in middle of being harvested by the Qua of the villages. Like most beastkin land, the numerous Qua dominated the population, making up nearly most of the lower classes of beastkin society.\n\nOn a dirt road that led to the village centre, a pair of centaur armoured in chain mail patrolled the road, clearing the way for a horse drawn cart of alcohol to be transported to a nearby town.\n\nThe village centre was big, with most of the villages houses concentrated there. Many of them looked new. There was a partially completed palisade, with a few crossbows mounted on top of it. Scores of abandoned houses scattered around the outskirts of the village.\n\nFor the weary Traveller, there was an inn in middle of the town, a small establishment. Its purpose was indicated by a wooden sign hanging out on the door - A mug, with two handles, and an inflated, almost comedic bubble on top of the mug.\n\nQua childrens (Little buggers, some may call) are playing around merrily in the street." }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*The adventuring squire wandered into the village with a sword by her side and a shield on her back, she lifted her visor under the smell of fire and the sound of people, crystallizing her eyes, forcing them to respond to the light of day, regaining her sight for the time being, she smiled kindly towards the kids, giving them a small, greeting gesture as she walked past them, her blue cloak lifting a little under the breeze of the field before noticing the centaurs, giving a slight bow as she approached, signaling she wasn't a threat*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The three kids gathered in the street turned toward her. All three of them had a semi humanoid face. One had a pair of non finctional, decorative moth like wings on her back. They ran up to her, running circles around before a grumpy looking Qua man scolded them, picking up the moth girl and taking her away.\n\nShe waved goodbye at her with his little hand.\n\nHer presence made the few villagers remaining in the village centre talk to themselves. Most adults were out in the field, except for a grumpy looking Brayer. He walked up to Twila.*\n\n\"You... Foreigner? Want beer? Go inside.\" *He pointed at the inn.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She waved back at the girl with a bright smile before turning to the brayer with a surprised look on her face, widening her eyes in a bit of shock*\nTwila: o-oh! Pardon my disturbance, I am but a passerby, thank thee...\n*She wrapped her hands on her chest with a rather apologetic stance, perhaps she thought herself an intruder, regardless, her visor slowly lowered before it dropped on her face and she flinched by the sudden darkness and loud tink of the metal*\nTwila: Wha- ngh... Oh bugger...\n*Her voice was a bit broken and ashamed as she struggled to lift her visor*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The brayer looked a bit confused at what she said.*\n\"P... Ar... Don? What you saying? Me not knowed good Common.\" *The Brayer explained, before her visor dropped onto her face and she flinched.*\n*From the other side, she could probably hear a mixture between a snort and a laughter from the brayer.*\n\"Me think you metal thing that go up not work good. Go fix. We have smith. Very good.\"\n*Everything here seems to be quiet so far.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She rose her visor and sighed before using a flat hook on the side to lock it in place*\nTwila: ah... Right... Northern common... I forgot thine language derives from midland common... Pardon me... \n*She cleared her throat while moving a strand of hair away from her eyes*\nTwila: uhh... What is the word... Ah, right, right... Uhh...\n*She snapped her fingers near her head and shut her eyes trying to compose a sentence in regular common*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Brayer watched her adjust her helmet with curiosity. It looked like a foreign, unfamiliar design to him. For a horned creature like him, wearing a normal helmet was out of the question, and the local blacksmith weren't skilled enough to make one...*\n\"Me is confused.\" *The brayer said. If she examined him closely, this Brayer seems to be a warrior of some sort, carrying a pair of spears on his back on the back of an oversized shield. He also carried a longer than usual one-handed sword.*\n\n*Suddenly, the sounds of rapid trotting could be heard. The pair of centaurs Twila might've seen earlier (or felt) earlier trotted into the village centre rapidly.*\n\n\"Sounds the alarm! Knife-ears!\" *The centaur practically screamed, in their own native language.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She sighed, giving up trying*\nTwila: well... Thou art not alone in that regard... \n*She flinched as they past her*\nTwila: what the- what is happened?\n*She turned to the Brayer a bit confused with the sudden exchange, taking a few steps towards the palisade walls of the inn, holding the pommel of her sword, looking at the sky, in a mixture of fear and confusion*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Knife-ear here to take our people to sales. You fighting?\" *The Brayer asked, before turning away without waiting for an answer. He rushed toward a tower in the centre, unlocked the door, and up the stair.\n\nOn top of the tower, he started hitting the pair of gongs there, alerting the villagers nearby of an attack. Then he rushed toward a recently renovated beacon hut, igniting a fire that would send a column of smoke into the air.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: knife ear... Sell people... Slaver elves... Alright I will fight with you! \n*She attempted to say it in a way he would understand nodding and unlocking her visor, closing it and pulling out both her sword and shield*\nTwila: show me the way! I will follow!\n*She adjusted her cloak and tightened the straps of her shield to her left arm*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The minotaur came back from the beacon hut, with a small beacon fire rising into the horizon. He held two spare quiver of arrows, which he gave to the pair of patrolling centaur. \n\nA group of adult Qua men and women rushed back in, into the presumed village armoury, coming out with spear and shield, along with some swords and axe on their belt. Most of them were unarmoured, or only wearing a helmet. Many of them were either using two spears overhand with a pair of sword and shield, or a powerful flatbow, combined with a shield and a holstered sword. Having four arms were convenient*\n\n\"We go out and fight them. Knife-ears want slaves, don't want dying. We give them good fight, they go away without take slaves.\" *The brayer explained their simple plan.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: I have idea! Go in groups from two sides, I will go front, Knife ears don't want hard fight, I distract them, give you signal, you attack from two sides, surprise them and make them run, I will help guards yes?\n*She spoke slowly, but loud and clear so her words could be better understood, rising her visor so they weren't muffled*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"You going to alone them? That dangerous. You sure?\" \n\n*The brayer seems to be unsure about her plan. But if a foreigner is volunteering to be a bait, then he can't see why not. After all, she seems to be best equipped person in the whole village..*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She clashed her sword against her breastplate and nodded*\nTwila: I am, I train for war, this will not be bad, slaver elves are cocky and prideful, they not expect a full plate warrior \n*She said tightening her heater shield and heading towards the gates of the village, almost regretting her choices, but thinking that this was the best option regardless*\nTwila: tell the others! Go!" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The leading centaur adjusted the quicers on his back, and then turned toward Twila*,\"They on the road into the village. Maybe twenty or forty of them, most have horses and caged wagon.\"\n\n*The centaur then departed, presumably to skirmish with the elves. The Brayer returned to rally the villagers, who seems to be still readying themselves and forming into two group*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She stepped out of the gates and her shield forward with her sword on the side, her cloak flowing with the with, she was breathing slowly, rising her visor as if to negotiate with the elves, but rather, she was waiting for the villagers to get into position and waiting for the elves to arrive, she looked very much like one, with white hair, pale skin and blue eyes, while her ears were hidden beneath her helmet*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*After walking for a while out of the main road, she would see the main party of elves. Large indeed, with almost thirty of them standing around in circle, herding a few adult farmers and even children they've caught out in the field, mounted riders were moving from the party's main position, herding stragglers into two overloaded wagon, practically cramping them on top of eachother.*\n\n*Most of them were well-armoured and armed, equipped with a set of mass produced, almain-rivet armour and visorless helmet. Two mages with spellcasting staffs accompanied them, the staff most likely used to reduce the strain of casting spells on their own body. They also had their own archers, with most of them wearing a brigandine and carrying a longbow. \n\nOne of the rider carried a composite bow, and were well-armoured, with his horse covered in protective, linen barding. He seems to be armoured in a quality set of three-quarters armour, not unlike the knight herself.*\n\n*The elf noticed the newcomer in plate.*\n\n\"OI! YOU THERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!\" *The rider called out toward Twila in fluent Silnari common. The elves around him seems to be whispering and talking amongst themselves*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: as knightess of the north and protector of these lands, I command thee to return from whence thou camest, thine presence is an obstacle in diplomacy, return home in peace, for my word is of iron and will cometh to my frigid home \n*She flipped her sword around and gripped her weapon firmly by the blade, like a mace, to be ready to fight the lightly armored elves, should they make the mistake of defying the word of a supposed armored noble*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The rider laughed, ignoring her threat and turning aside. A second just as well armoured rider moved over to where he was, and they started talking amongst themselves.*\n\n\"Afraid not lady! You're coming with us, in the cage!\" *The rider declared, riding forward with the other rider, one toward each of her side. A group of elf with shields and mace trailed behind on foot.\n\nThe rider will take a turn to arrive at her position, and the one on foot, three.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: there is not need for conflict, petty elf, thine aggression against my person will be an act of war, release thine prisoners at once, and leave, or perish a dishonorable death \n*She unlocked her visor and dropped it into position, fixing the hook for combat, presenting her shield and taking a rath guard*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The elf doesn't seem eager to talk. The two surrounded her on left and right, staying some thirty feet away. Both of them drew swords.*\n\n*The three group of elven infantrymen continued advancing on her. The heavily armoured rider turned toward them,*\"Faster!\"" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: So be it... Then Perish... Attack! Now!\n*She commanded, rolling to the side, flipping the sword and charging at a lightly armored slaver, presenting her shield and the tip of her blade at the elf, taking measured steps so her footing could be firm when arriving to thrust the sword into the elf, bracing for any casts that could hit her armor, untying her cloak so it wouldn't encumber her*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The lightly armoured footman seemed to be surprised by the onslaught. He quickly backstepped, holding out his shield to block any strike coming his way, while he hide his mace behind the shield. \n\nThe two riders rounded behind her, ready to attack, when a sudden roar could be heard from the side. Heavy war arrows flew out from the wheat fields to the side of the road, and two of the high elf fell from taking arrows to their lower limb and knee, screaming in pain. One group had all the archers, escorted by a handful of melee-equipped Qua, a larger group with only melee-equipped Qua charged from the other side. The two riders went off away from Twila, trying to fend off the centaurs who is now attacking them. The elves at the wagon that weren't caught up in the initial volley scrambled for their shields and cover.*\n\n*Twila would arrive in front of the lightly armored slaver. His shield would be in the way of any sword thrust. His buddies are now dealing with the charging Qua. It seems to be one on one, for now.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She anchored her feet knowing she was heavier than the elf and used her strength and body weight behind her shield to push back the elf, standing ready for any attackers, she slammed her shield against his trying to take him off balance*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Agh!\" *He screamed, surprised by the ferocity and the speed of her shield bash. His shield swung out to the side along his mace, as he stumbled backward.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She pounced on the elf and pulled out her rondel dagger, aiming for his face and jabbing it in with a warcry*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Wha-\" *The elf screamed, attempting to dodge the dagger by wriggling his head around. It hit the side of his helmet, then it deflected into his cheek, penetrating into his skull and killing him instantly. Shame, he probably would be worth something in ransom.*\n\n*Now that the elf is finished off, she could probably pick a new target. There were plenty of elves engaged in chaotic combat around her. The two riders seems to be nowhere to be found. Twila could probably pick out her next victim.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She sheathed her dagger and picked up the elf's mace, hiding beneath her shield and looking for the mages before simply sneaking on the nearest busy elf and bludgeoning his head with the top heavy weapon*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*One of the elf was busy engaged in combat with another Qua. Though he was better armoured and had a longer sword, the Qua has been keeping his at bay by poking his two spears at him threateningly. As he readied himself for a charge to knock him down, he felt a sudden loud ring, and the entire world went black for him. He fell onto the ground unconscious after the mace connected with his helmet.*\n\n*The Qua grabbed the elf's sword, and then raised his shield, letting out a loud, guttural scream of victory, before running off to help his comrades.\n\nIt seems she's attracted the attention of an elven mage some twenty feet away, along with an archer holding a sword. The mage turned toward her, pointing the staff at her.*\n\n\"FIREBALL!\" *He chanted in Zodaer. The crystal on top of the staff glowed, and moments later, a baseball sized ball of fuel and flame would be flying toward her direction.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She ducked and hid behind her heater shield, holding it at an angle to disperse the impact of the fireball over the surface, hanging the mace on her belt and reaching for a spear*\nTwila: great, he saw me... Come on, come on... Spear..." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The fireball hit her shield, dispersing throughout the surface, fizzling into a small flame that would flicker away. The mage readied for a second cast.\n\nThere was a conveniently located, 1.8 meters long spear located on the floor, probably dropped from one of the high elf.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She rolled towards it holding her shield out and pulling the shaft towards herself, standing up, looking for the mage with the shield over her head*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The mage casted another fireball. It hit her chestplate, where it dispersed into a harmless flame, sending some uncomfortable smoke toward her nose and heating it up slightly.*\n\n\"Should've learned more than fireball.\" *The elf next to him said.*\n\n\"Shush!\" *The mage called out, readying a THIRD fireball. It seems he'll be casting fireball for quite a while. High elf were, after all, known for their exceptional mana regeneration ability.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She coughed and squinted her eyes, holding the spear like a javelin, aiming for the mage with tearing eyes, she ducked behind her shield and opened her visor to breathe, holding the spear in a lance position*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The mage seemed to understand what she intended to do, and instead of casting a third fireball, opted to run away into the chaos of the melee, instead of risking a spear running him through. \n\nThe archer too, fled away from the chaotic fight.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She opened her eyes as the smoke wore off, dropping her visor and locking it close, looking for a lightly armored elf, locking the spear under her armpit and standing up, presenting her shield with the spear under the right curse*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*She found another elf. This time, her back wasn't turned toward her, and instead she seems to be ready for a fight. She had a kite shield strapped to her hand, and an ordinary, mass produced arming sword on her other. She stood 15 feet away, circling her cautiously.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She dug the tip of the spear on the ground and picked up her mace, charging the elf with her shield forward, expecting a block or a sidestep, bracing for arrows and fireballs as her armored back was exposed*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The elf took a backstep, and then decided to step to her right, punching out his shield toward the left in an attempt to deflect her, while performing a simultaneous attempt to slash her in her foot with her longer sword. No other ranged combatant attempted to attack her, probably because of the chaotic fight still going on.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She used the bash to her advantage, moving her shield to the side with hers, rotating her body and throwing a powerful back kick to the groin, the blade sliding over the plate of her shin armor, leaving a scratch as it bumped over the knee plate*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The kick connected with the groin of the elf, hitting the tassets that partially protected her. It sent her recoiling backward in pain. She took a few steps backward - if Twila let her, and recovered her balance, panting in pain.*\n\n*The fight around her seems to be going in favour of the beastkins. The sheer number of bow-equipped Qua seems to be too much for the high elves to handle.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She didn't allow it and ran in with a back to front swing of her mace aimed at her jaw to finish the job, she looked for the armored elves or the mages keeping her guard up so no opponent snuck up on her, looking back and forth*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The mace hit her, shattering her jaws. She dropped onto the ground, incoherently screaming in pain. The mages seems to be fleeing in the chaos. She found the second well-armoured rider earlier, circling around the Brayer she met, with a lance in his hand, prodding at him defensively, while the Brayer blocked strikes from his spear with his shield.\n\nThe fight is happening some hundred feet away.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She ran towards them, holding her shield forward and her mace near her belt and looking out for a spear, javelin, mancatcher or opponents trying to stop her*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*No man catcher found, but there were plenty of spears lying around on the ground, with a javelin or two. No opponents stood in her way. She could approach to within 30 feet, before the rider would disengage and point his spear at her.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She picked up a spear and held it under her armpit, aimed at the horse's neck in case she could aim for the heart or head, holding her shield forward and taking a firm stance, baiting him to charge*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The elf doesn't seems to eager to engage her in combat, instead pointing his spear toward her, while looking around at the fight going on. \n\nThe Brayer ran away the moment the elf disengaged, running behind Twila for some reason.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She walked forward towards him, keeping a low stance and her shield at an angle, her head low and the point of the spear aimed at the horse's face, attempting to frighten the animal into panicking*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The elf turned the horse on the spot, trotting away from her roughly twenty feet away. The horse seems to be keeping its calm for now. Perhaps it is a well-trained war horse.*\n\n\"Steady..\" *The elf said.*\n\n*The brayer returned from his trip behind Twila, holding two scavenged spear in one of his hand.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She jabbed the spear a few times in the air, taking a quick step forward each time, getting ready to either attack the elf or the eye of the animal, walking towards the face of the equine*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The elf prepared to turn his horse and retreat again. As she closed in on the elf, she could hear a \"Whoosh\" In the air, and a sharp wooden object flew from her side toward the equine, slashing it in one of its leg.\n\nThat panicked it, making it lose its balance and kick its leg wildly, throwing the elf off the side of the horse with one feet stuck in stirrup. He impacted the dirt road with a thud, before the horse's body fell on him, pinning his leg down. He dropped the spear off into a drainage ditch.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She didn't hesitate for a moment and ran forward, dropping her spear and pulling out the mace, delivering a measured blow to the side of the head aimed to either knock him out without permanent brain damage or giving him a concussion, assuming he didn't have padding beneath the helmet*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The elf, seeing an ANGRY woman charging at him with a mace in her hand, tried to avoid a death. He rose his hands (on the floor), screaming in common,*\"MERCY!\" \n\n*If she decided to whack him in the head anyway, he'd be dazed, but not quite knocked out for the next few seconds, thanks to proper linen padding underneath the helmet.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She dug her feet in the floor, lifting some dirt and throwing a faint swing, purposely missing him and she took a step back, hanging her mace, walking up to the horse's head, kneeling and using her healing touch, resting the horse's head on the floor*\nTwila: shh... Shh... Do not move... I will come back for thee...\n*She turned to look at the elf as if directing her words to him as well, her sweet, calm voice was oddly comforting, a stark contrast with her combat prowess and cold blooded, calculating fighting style*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The elf let out a shocked gasp when the mace almost connected, and his face contorted in fear. The wound mended on the horse's leg, enabling it to stand up. It seems to be still panicking and kicking wildly, and ended up ramming the elf into the ditch, face down.\n\nWhile Twila went away, the Brayer decided to walk close to the elf, and stomped on his butt, sending his face deeper into the dirt.\n\nThe leader-like elf rider earlier were now within sight again. He seems to be shouting orders.*\n\n\"Retreat! Retreat!\" *He called out, before turning tail and riding away first. The high elves that is not injured, dead or captured ran away, while a group of vengeful villagers chased them on foot, with some shooting arrows in their general direction.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: that is enough! He not a threat anymore, he is better left alive \n*The mail and plate twinkled as she approached, unwrapping her heater shield and hanging it on her back*\nTwila: look for wounded knife ears and gather them, perhaps we could trade them back\n*She said, pulling out her dagger in case the elf tried anything*\nTwila: go now, I will take care of him" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The brayer nodded, and the villagers started to gather the wounded and the dead. Two of the high-elf were killed, one by Twila. Roughly seven of them were injured and/or captured, ignoring the leader that was left behind. The rest had fled, with many of them leaving swords and shields behind.\n\nThe two wagons were abandoned with the four draft horses pulling them.*\n\n*The elf turned around, coughing up dirt, staring at her with a dazed look in his eyes.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: the battle is over, know that I have honor and will keep my word not to kill thee and thine followers and treat thee with a modicum of hospitality, if thou promises to never return to these lands once thine troops are sent back home, I am a warrior, but my word is my oath\n*She held a thick rope to tie his hands* \nTwila: thine wrists... Present them" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The elf nodded in panic, presenting his hands toward her. Anything to save his life, even if he might renege on his promise.\n\nThe brayer came back from the group.*\n\n\"You, foreigner, you know of healing, we need heal, many of us hurt from fight. This person and others, we knowing of people who take release money.\"" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: I will tend to the wounds of the most harmed, mild wounds will wait until my hosts designate a location for thine imprisonment, for now, rest assured that as long as thou art under my custody, I can guarantee thine safety \n*She tied a strong noose around his wrists and secured it with a tight loop*\nTwila: now follow my lead and do not resist\n*She took him by the wrists towards the rest of the elves looking at the more wounded, specially the one with the shattered jaw, walking up to her and resting her hand in her cheek*\nTwila: this is severe, please, allow me to tend to thee" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The elf walked along obediently. At the battle site, all the wounded were gathered, the beastkins themselves were gathering their dead and wounded - four killed in the chaotic fighting, and three with severe wounds, with many more wounded in less severe way. Most of them are bandaging their fellow villagers with what they have on hand - mostly cloth and supplies they found on pack horses the elf did not bring with them.\n\nThe injured soldier said nothing, staring at her blankly, dazed in pain.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She removed her helmet and used her healing touch on her, her expression was calm and without ill intent, treating the wounded jaw with a soothing chill running down her chin and jaw, extending to her upper jaw and teeth as her face was slowly repairing back into shape*\n*Twila closed her eyes, caressing the soldier's cheek as everything came into place*\n*Her whispers of foresight wore off, returning her back into blindness, and the ice crystals around her eyes vanished*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The soldier let out a sigh of relief, and then flopped back onto the ground, before a helpful Qua walked up to her, binding her hands with rope without any resistance from the soldier.*\n*The Brayer's voice came from her right,*\"We need you help. Three of us, hurt very bad, blood everywhere.\"" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: please... Guide me... I lost my eyes... \n*She rested her helmet under her armpit, trying to reach for his voice, taking slow steps towards him in a rather clumsy fashion, her milky, blue eyes hid her pupils*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Brayer looked a bit confused, not that Twila would know. He grabbed one of her arm with his big, firm hand, and led her away to the wounded carefully.*\n\n\"In front of you, three of them here.\" *He would put one of her hand on the Qua's unwounded arm." }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She followed without resistance, as they arrived, she kneeled and got a feel for the Qua, reaching for his life force and using her magic to cast another healing touch, closing the wounded body of the villager, closing her eyes as the cold feel of the magic traversed through him*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Qua's wounds healed, with his guts regenerating, leaving nothing but blood soaked cloth on his abdomen. He exasperated in delight. Then the Brayer laid her hand on another Qua. After his wound is healed - if she decided to heal him, he'd put her hand on a third*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She did so as well with the last two, draining her strength as the wound closed, she fell to her side, having drained that much mana so quickly, her eyes started to twitch a bit, dropping her helmet and falling back under her weight, weak and tired by the fight and the draining of her magic*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Let no call her magic, make she rest.\" *The Brayer said to another Qua. They started chattering with each other for a while, in their own language. After a few minutes, the Brayer attempted to pick her up on his back and carry her back to the village.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She was unresponsive, but still breathing, half asleep as she was carried on his back, with faint groaning and some twitching on her fingers, her cloak, helmet and sword still in the field, she was rather light considering she was wearing steel plate with an arming doublet underneath*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The brayer carried her into the inn, and then rested her next to a warm fireplace. He took a large, oversized mug of small beer, with a handle befitting his hand's size, and then raised it to her mouth,*\"You fine?\"" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She coughed up a little under the flavor of alcohol*\nTwila: no... Beer... Please... \n*Her voice was a bit of a dry whisper*\nTwila: b-bed... Please... \n*She moved like a living rag doll, breathing softly, drifting off for moments*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*He put down the mug, and then got her a mug of clean water. He brought it inside a room in the first floor, and then set her down on it.*\n\n\"Sleep. Big Cup water next to you.\" *The room was nearly pitch dark, with no candle whatsoever.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: thank... Thee...\n*She carefully reached for the glass, wrapping the leather strapped palm of her gauntlet around it and picking it up with some effort and shaky hands*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Brayer went off to organize the looting effort, leaving her in her room. Twila would be free to just relax, sleep and do whatever she like with no interruption until one hour later.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She spent the hour regaining her strength, struggling to stay awake, curling up in the bed, slowly the shaking vanished and her breathing normalized, relaxing her position and laying down her head*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Someone knocked on top of her door. A rather gentle Qua man's voice came over from the other side. His voice is a bit cracked.*\n\"Do you eat meat?\"" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: ah! Y-yes, yes I do... C-come in \n*She was feeling better, but her voice was still rather quiet since she was still a bit exhausted, she sat on the bed, letting her head hang a bit, she looked a bit like an elf, but her ears were rounded instead of pointed, as well as the foreign design of her armor*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"I will get you your food.\" *The Qua replied. Moments later, he opened the door, and then came in with a tray of food. Roast chicken meat with spices, plus a large, hearty pie, filled with lamb meat. And mug of water.*\n\n\"This is your food. Please rest good\" *The Qua stated, before leaving her inside.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: thank thee...\n*She gave a nod, smiling, taking her hand to her chest as he left, she turned to the food proper and spent the next few dozen minutes enjoying her meal with a side of the bread she brought with herself for the journey*\n*A few hours pass and she had figured out how to remove her armor and arming doublet, with a bit of struggle and muscle memory, wearing a top and underwear under the hotter temperature she was unaccustomed to, she had fallen asleep after finishing her meal, resting in a deep sleep*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The next morning after the sun rose, a Brayer would knock on her door, assuming she has not been awoken by the sunlight already.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She groaned a bit, waking up slowly and resting her head on her hand, rubbing her eyes and shaking her head, before sitting up and moving her hair out of the way*\nTwila: y-yes?\n*She asked, yawning and stretching her arms and back*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Brayer was holding a heavy bag in one of his hand.*\n\"The headman very happy you save us, he give you many elf release money and this.\" \n\n*He said, setting down a... Somewhat repugnant smelling jar.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: o-oh! Thank thee, I am happy to aid \n*She took her hand to her chest and gave a bow, smiling, casting her whispers of foresight to better see what he had brought, catching up to the smell and letting out a slightly awkward sigh*\nTwila: that s-smell... What is it?" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"It is the best spices mix of our village. It is worth a lot and make savoury dishes.\" *He set down the heavy bag on the table too.*\n\n\"This is many many money, we let the men from city take elves for release money.\" *If she opened up the bag, she would find almost twenty gold coins inside. A princely sum.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: oh! Thank thee, uhh... Mind if I ask thee a query?\n*She looked up, moving her hair aside*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"..Query?\" *The Brayer seems to be confused by her speech.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: a question if thou would, yes?\n*She tried her best to avoid using northern common, but struggled with it*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"...Question, yes, you may ask?\" *The Brayer finally understood what she meant.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: the equipment I left in the field... My cloak, helmet and sword, did you get them back? And did you guys keep any knife ear weapons?\n*She struggled with the language a bit but was getting the hang of it*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Ah, yes, I will get it for you. We kept all weapons we took from them. Please, come with me.\" *The Brayer instructed. He would bring her to the village's armoury, where the equipments she dropped in the field were cleanly stacked in the corner. A bunch of breastplates and looted weapons and armour, along with the elf's silken shirts and pants were also in the armoury.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She picked up her bag of silver coins and followed behind him in her attire, knowing she wouldn't be seen as out of the ordinary in so little clothing out here in the tribe*\nTwila: Are some up for trade?\n*She asked, thinking about what she might need for the travels ahead, entering the room and looking at the weapons, looking for polearms, warhammers and bucklers in case she might need them*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"You may take some free. It is fair. Gratitude for you help.\" \n*There were no bucklers around, but there were plenty of spears, two pollaxe, a short-handled, 0.6m long warhammer, and several well made steel flanged maces in the room.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: thank thee...\n*She picked up a poleaxe and the warhammer, considering if she really needed both a mace and warhammer, since she already had a mace and it would add extra weight, so she opted to just take the poleaxe and put back the warhammer, looking for any shabbards (back scabbards) the elves might have had*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Unfortunately, it seems back scabbards were very uncommon. There were some loose straps laying around, but the weapons were probably just carried in a cart or their hands.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She sighed and shouldered her poleaxe, turning to the Brayer and giving him a smile*\nTwila: thank thee, this will do me well in my travels, just one final thing however" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Yes?\" *The brayer asked, wondering what request she still has left.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: I want to commission a custom build if thou wouldn't mind, from a textile worker and a carpenter yes?\n*She rested the butt of her polearm on the ground so she didn't carry the full weight*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"A... Custom build?\" *He scratched his horn.*\n\"Textile... Carpenter? We having of village blacksmith and woodworker. But what of you wanting?\"" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: a back scabbard for my sword, my travels have been rather unquiet with my blade hanging from my belt, besides, I know a design a scholar made that works well for my type of work \n*She smiled, tiling her head a little*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The brayer scratched his skull again. He has never heard of this request.*\n\"Me bring you to wood work man.\" *He brought her to a local carpenter, who seems to be snacking on some beef jerky.*\n\n\"O-mph. Yes, what is issue?\"" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: I want to commission you to build a custom design, or maybe once you're available \n*She weighted her bag of silver, she was getting better at using regular common*\nTwila: would you mind bringing my sword please?\n*She turned to the brayer*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Brayer brought Twila her sword after a while. He didn't seems to mind servicing this foreigner (for now)*\n\n*The carpenter turned toward her,*\"Ah, custom design. It not everyday you see foreigner walk into small village and ask me for design. No no, they go to city for that. What is you need?\"" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: a back scabbard for my sword, I could aid in the construction if you need" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Ahh... A..Back scabbard.\" A *VERY* Strange request he's never heard of.\n\n*He turned around and took a whiff from some sort of strange, metallic tube, and then shuddered a bit.*\n\n~~\"Per chance, is that design made by Grand Master Shadiversity of New Salvainia?\"~~\n\n\"Please show me the design.\"" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: of course \n*She took out a folded page with a drawing divided in 3 sections, a bottom part with the shape of a strange paddle, a thin middle section with the shape of a blade and a cut out at the start of the flareout, and a cover that had the full shape of the blade, it also indicated a strap and internal padding*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The carpenter looked at the plan,*\"That'll be twenty silver, I will work on it. I give you this evening, after I let the leatherman finish it, OK?\" \n\n*He asked*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She nodded and made two piles of silver 10 coins each*\nTwila: thank you, your neighbor will bring my sword soon so you may make the measurements needed \n*She smiled*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Brayer ended up bringing the sword to the carpenter. After a while, he finished making the wooden scabbard, and sent it to the leatherworker for finishing work. By evening, the carpenter would be working on other projects again, waiting for her to come by and pick up her goods.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*The day passed uneventfully and she came around, dressed only in her arming doublet and cloak, making her way back to the carpenter smiling*\nTwila: ah! I see you were waiting for me, sorry I took so long I was patrolling to make sure the knife ears weren't around" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"No worry, you have been very helpful.\" *The carpenter handed her her wood scabbard. It was very well made for a village carpenter, and had a near perfect fit for her.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: oh my! It is a beauty! Thank you!\n*She was rather excited to use it, untying her cloak and folding it on her arm, strapping the scabbard to her back, the hilt of her sword poking over her shoulder, she was glimmering with joy, in her own calm and gracious way*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The carpenter smiled, looking at Twila glimmering with joy.*\n\"I happy you like the new back scabbard. But is weird design, why?\"" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: oh! Allow me to demonstrate\n*She turned around and gripped the sword with her right hand, pulling it up slightly and leveraging to the side, the tip of the blade coming out through the side of the opening, she then slid her blade inside the scabbard and locked it into place*\nTwila: easy back draw and stow, and since it's on my back it's more secure now than a belt scabbard when I'm adventuring \n*She turned back around, still smiling, surprised with the fit and how secured the blade was*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Qua seems to be very impressed by the design and its functionality*\n\"Hmm... Never think put scabbard on back useful. Maybe this is.\" *He commented on himself.*\n\"Very helpful, maybe one tribeman want one of these.\"" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "Twila: keep the copy of the drawing, it's my gift of thanks, your people might need it one day, for now I must get going, thank you again \n*She smiled taking a step back*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*He nodded, waving good bye to her, letting her leave the village. The Brayer would be standing guard at the armoury if she decided to go out, and wave good bye to her too.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She waved back and entered the inn, in her room, she carved two small holes in her cloak before dressing up in her full suit of armor, putting on her cloak before fitting the belt of her back scabbard through them and tightening it, strapping her shield over it, hanging her mace on her belt and picking up both the old scabbard and the poleaxe*\n*She came out after a few minutes and made her way back to the Brayer, lifting her visor and holding her old scabbard*\nTwila: well, I must continue my own path... Here... Take this, a gift so you may remember me... \n*She gave a kind smile, resting her weight on the butt of the poleaxe, extending her old scabbard to him*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The brayer waved to her, taking the scabbard,*\"Much thanking for your kindness, stranger. Me and village will always remember you.\"\n*The brayer said. The group of children she met earlier waved her goodbye, chanting.*\n\"Knight! Knight! Knight! Knight!\"" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She gave a bow to the people, honored to serve, before resting her poleaxe on her shoulder and turning around to continue her journey, making her way through the fields, her cloak flowing with the wind as she walked into the horizon, having turned from a simple traveling squire into the heroine of these people with a heart full of confidence and a smile on her face*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "~~A bunch of robbers appear out of nowhere to ambush you~~\n*Twila left the village without any problems. On her way out, a few farmers out in the field waved at her cheerfully, grateful for her help. Twila's reputation amongst the village has improved, and with time, some of the people in town would've heard tale of a knight in shiny armour saving the villagers. Though the tale is easily forgotten in this adventurer-filled land, Twila will remain the village's champion for some time to come.*" }, { "author": "waveralpha", "message": "*She waved back at them, reaching the outskirts of the forest by nightfall, she dropped her visor, locking it into combat position and recasted her whispers of foresight, pulling out her shield and tightening it to her arm before entering the forest, poleaxe at her shoulder and shield at her side*\n\n**- - - SCENE - - -**" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Cosmo was near one of the kiosks, selling berries, tea leaves and medicinal herbs. He had a bright smile on his face, being in his comfort zone, until he saw a human within the tribe. He slowly began to become nervous as he continued his job." }, { "author": "cadderlyadderly", "message": "Korin approached the kiosk Cosmo was at. \"Well hello kind sir, I'm here in search of trade, do you believe you'd be interested in trading with me?\" He said smiling warmly at Cosmo" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "He showed his generous side and put some effort into a smile, replying in a sheepish, but courteous tone, \"I would be glad to trade with you.\"" }, { "author": "cadderlyadderly", "message": "He smiled happily, \"Wonderful, sp I have meat, furs, and some medicinal herbs, just simple things like clearing up a stuffed nose or easing a headache.\" He said smiling, \"What interests you?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Well I am lacking in protein. What kind of meats do you have up for trade?\" *He asked with a better sounding tone and a smile*" }, { "author": "cadderlyadderly", "message": "\"Meat let's see.\" He said rummaging through the pack, \"I've got venison, some wild boar, wolf, and squirrel.\" He said looking through his pack." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "He covers his companion's ears when he said squirrel, before saying with a stutter, \"I-I'll take the wild boar...\"\n\n\"W-What would you like for it?....\"" }, { "author": "cadderlyadderly", "message": "Korin pulled a couple chunks of wrapped boar out and set them on the kiosk. \"I've been running low on berries lately. Do you think you'd be able to spare a couple handfuls?\" He asked." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Of course! What kind of berries would you need in specific? Unless you want an assortment...\"\n\n*He replied with a smile and took out several baskets of berries*" }, { "author": "cadderlyadderly", "message": "\"Blackberries and raspberries. They're fairly juicy so work well for quick hydration when I don't have water.\" He said smiling widely." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"You're in luck! I picked up a harvest just this morning!\" *He smiles and hands out a basket of blackberries and raspberries* \"Say, we could probably work together sometime! I have a highly developped sense of taste and smell, so I can tell where I can find tradeable goods! That's why I have so many regular customers!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "cadderlyadderly", "message": "\"Perhaps we can. Though I don't know when the next time I'll be here is. My job tends to take me all over the place.\" He said chuckling." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Sounds like an adventure that is worth taking! Maybe I might join... That is If I could show some backbone...\"" }, { "author": "cadderlyadderly", "message": "\"Well that's up to you. As for me, I will be heading off to the Auctobal fest nearby. You have a wonderful day.\" He said turning and walking away." } ]

[ { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Drak is seen entering the tribe, he is looking for food or a possible tribal game. It's his first time away from his home, and he hopes that people outside of his home are just as fun.*" }, { "author": "electricboomz", "message": "*Xavier White is seen coming from the forest, his first time encountering any beastkin tribes as they usually don't prefer outsiders, he approaches the one person that is a Mogash as he was raised by Mogash, he wanted to know if he knew his master.*\n\n\"Hello, I am Xavier White, I was raised by Mogash, a master of a tribe, his name was Pion, do you happen to know him by any chance?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Ah hello there little macen, I do not believe I know him personally, I just know he was a brave warrior,\" *Drak likely towers above Xavier.*" }, { "author": "electricboomz", "message": "\"He was indeed, he died by Macen, a group of people wanting to start their own trade company in our lands, we fought till the bitter end where he died an honorable man.\" *Xavier would be looking up at the Mogash.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"I do remember one thing in particular, that he was a brilliant axe user.\"" }, { "author": "electricboomz", "message": "\"He was indeed, as a matter of a fact, this was his own axe.\" *He pulls an axe off his back and shows it, it would be a handheld axe that would be polished and taken care of.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Did he fall in combat already? I cannot believe a master such as him died this early.\"" }, { "author": "electricboomz", "message": "\"He did, his life was a good one till the end, even then, he still smiled.\" *He would smile, imagining the mogashes's.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"What happened to the trade company? Is it gone? Did he win?\" *Asked Drak, as he knows that Mogash pride makes them unwilling to trade for what they can get themselves.*" }, { "author": "electricboomz", "message": "\"They live now, it is a shame, yet they function and prosper on the graves of my tribe, I plan to wipe them out.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"I see... Though I agree with your decision to enact vengeance, don't let life's moments pass you by.\"" }, { "author": "electricboomz", "message": "\"I won't, thank you for your advice, do you want to take part yourself?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"I'm not sure about that, I am not the most bullheaded Mogash out there, why did the trading company want to set up?\" *Drak knows that the killing of the Mogash clan was a horrible event, however he knows that there are always 2 sides of the story.*" }, { "author": "electricboomz", "message": "\"They wanted income, they wanted to prosper on the graves of the tribe.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Did they enter any negotiations with your tribe?\" *Drak still refused to believe people would kill with no reasoning.*" }, { "author": "electricboomz", "message": "\"They came with force and no negotiations, they struck first without us even knowing of their wants.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"I don't believe that, all merchants want is the least effort to make a profit, and attacking a Mogash clan is the least profitable for them. I'm sorry, I just cannot believe that what you're saying is the only side of the story.\"" }, { "author": "electricboomz", "message": "\"Would a Mogash tribe give up their land for some coin? It was a home to all of us, none of us would have done that without being forced.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"I am sorry, if you truly believe that this mission is just, then you can go on it. But as for me, I do not know everything about this, therefore I am obliged to refrain from being bullheaded.\" *Drak may be honor bound, but he will not go with this plan, as it could be a wrong if the mogash attacked the trade company first, and Xavier is lying or doesn't know. All Drak knows is that interfering without knowing exactly what happened is a wrong." }, { "author": "electricboomz", "message": "\"Alright, I'll lay it to rest for now.\"" } ]

[ { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann canters up in a cheap cloak upon the back of his rouncey. Perhaps now he is finally able to use his skills in horsemanship to track down the targets. The pay is as good as before, and he looks forward to seeing whom he works with this time. New faces mean new connections.\n\nIt was quiet despite the distinctive hum of Anat. The blade was always cheerful when it knew it was going to be used. The sentience of it almost brought shivers down Almann's spine. Nonetheless, he'd be able to hear the horses and footsteps of those approaching from a ways away. He couldn't wait to meet his new business partners._" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid would be as best disguised as he could, for a 2 meter tall crocodile. He wore a black cloak, not fully covering his snout, and he had what seemed like a bag slung over his shoulder, tied onto a large metal pole. It slightly clinked whenever he took a step. It took up a lot of space as well*\n\n*The hunter shall become the hunted. Idrid wondered what that meant. The most logical thing he could think of were elves hunting down beastkin, attempting to enslave them. He was grateful that the person provided him with this opportunity. He hated elves, all of them, the high elves for being so hIgH and MigHtY, and the others for not doing anything. Granted, he obviously hated high elves more. He would be aware of his surroundings, and would see another cloaked figure with what seemed like a sword*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"You are the 'teammate' the letter mentioned?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Big breaths, large build. A beastman? Had to be. As he got closer Almann could tell immediately he was going to enjoy his work with this beast-man. He could hear his armor, small jingle of his weaponry, and the seasoned build he possessed. He was built to fight. He wouldn't be like the others and slow him down._\n\n_Almann gives a wicked grin to the beastman and offers his hand._" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"Aye, Almann Jek. You?\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Idrid Dextrus. You seem like a pleasant fellow.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He would shake the outstretched hand. Almann would notice that his hand was covered in a dark armor, the same color as chains*" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"Aye, and you as well. Say, think anyone else is going to show up? Or is it just us two?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann was eager to get started on the mission. The hunters themselves shouldn't be an issue with this armored beastman, and considering his speed on horseback, they could easily be caught up to._" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"If there are any others, they're late. Doubt anyone who took this job would be late.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*You all would wait a bit but as the letter said, right as it turns noon you would see a figure coming on horseback to your location. On it would be a seemingly beautiful highelf female. As she approaches she would flash a charming and smile and get off her horse*\n\n\"My, looks like I got two strong men for today's job. Lucky me. I wouldn't mind flirting a bit, but I guess two aren't here for that, now are you?\" *The female would giggle*\n\n\"Well that's fine. From the looks of things, I don't think I want to be the one you're after. I'm sure you read in the letter there are some 'hunters' hunting 'prey' that the 'boss' doesn't approve of. All the 'boss' is asking for is some karma to come around. A part of 4 highelf hunters are to the east of here, give or take a 5 minute walk. If you're quick probably 3 minutes. Seems like they're targeting some 'tigers' and 'crocodiles'. Seems like they've got a couple already infact. They've got weapons coated in poison to knock out their prey and being elves they also got magic. Think you can handle them?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann scrunches his nose. High elves huh? Too bad he couldn't jump her here as well. Better of dead they are, all of them. He'd have to settle for the ones he's contracted to take down. The karma to all high elves will come soon enough. These ones will meet their makers today._\n\n_He says in a monotone voice_" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid's eyes flare in anger. A high elf? Did this employer even know what he did? After listening for a bit, however, he saw that she was giving information to kill other high elves. Those were slavers as well. Better to kill four that are definitely bad later than get satisfaction from killing one now. Karma would come. It would come from dark, cold steel*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Aye.\" *He would say something, but he knew when to stay silent* \"Let's head out\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*She would look at the two of you a bit disappointed and let out a sigh*\n\n\"Well then, I hoped at least the croc would get riled up. You two are no fun.\"\n\n*The facial features and height of the female would appear wavy for a moment before revealing a blond air macen female*\n\n\"Does this at least get your knickers tight\" *She would say in a cutesy voice while bashing her eyes at Almann. But after a couple seconds she would burst laughing*\n\n\"Heh, yeah no, cutesy types don't suit me at all. Anyway, if you got no other questions then I suggest you get the hunt started. Once your done just bring the prey over here and you will be paid accordingly\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann simply nods to the annoying woman. He faces to the east, kicking his horse to begin hunting down the elves. He wonders how armed they are. Perhaps if they're riding horses? That'd be preferable. High elves on foot are immensely annoying. They should be weighed down by their catches though, moving fast wouldn't be an option. Unless they know they're being hunted down._" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"For a second there, I thought you were either incredibly brave, or stupid. Now I can see that it is playful. Interesting. Let's go, Mr. Almann. We have some prey to catch\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He starts to head out towards the direction of the slavers.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Following the female's instructions you both would head east. Despite Idrid's massive size Almann would have a little bit of difficulty keeping up with his pace. Being a beastkin Idrid would be aware of the gazes that came from the underbrush, but they would quickly look away realizing the two of you weren't worth fighting against.*\n\n*Eventually you both would make it to the designated location and would notice a group up ahead on horseback, an unusual sight to say the least. There would be a small caravan as well and inside you could see Reptilians and Felinds chained up.* \n\n*As the two of you get closer, the figures would finally clearly look like highelves with their signature haughty grins and pointed ears. It would seem they just caught another Felind as one of the elves with a more muscular build was dragging the body behind him before tossing it into the cage. A more leaner elf would then attach the chains onto the Felind while the scholarly looking elf would seemingly take note of it in their catalogs. The last elf had very large ears and would be looking side to side with a compact bow at the ready. You would see the elf's ear twitch before turning his head looking in your guys' direction*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid would throw off his cloak, revealing dark armor and a shield sling on his back. He would untie the bag, and reveal a massive dark mace and helmet, which he placed on his head. He placed the shield on his left arm, held the mace with his right, and charged the scholarly elf head on, his shield raised*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann kicks his horse to a sprint, unsheathing Anat with one hand and casting 'Bronze Heels' on his horse with the other. He needed to close the distance fast before they could draw their bows. Seems like the cocky sons-of-harlots don't wear helmets either. Good. Their heads will be mounted on pikes as gifts to the boss. The one with the largest ears is their leader. He will most likely be the most powerful as well. This reduced his mana by 15, from 95 -82.5._\n\n```Almann unsheathes Anat, casting 'Bronze Heels' on his horse, increasing it's max speed from 45 mph -60 mph. He sets his horse at full sprint towards the high elf with the largest ears, preparing to lop his head off when he gets in range.```" } ]

[ { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The big eared elf noticing you all with his sense of hearing would raise his eyebrows in surprise, but quickly raise his hand as a 7ft high and 7ft wide barrier appears infront of Almaan, yelling out to the scholarly elf* \n\n\"Rebel slave coming from the right 15 degrees north, 15ft out! Barrier, now!\"\n\n*The scholarly elf would also look surprised by the sudden command, but without missing a beat the elf would also summon a 7ft wide and 7ft tall barrier that would intercept Idrid's path. This would give time for the muscular elf and the lean elf to look over in your guys' direction and pull out their weapons, a crossbow and a halberd respectively. They would look to one another and grin*\n\n\"Well, looks like we're getting a macen slave today as well. Lucky!\" The lean one would say\n\n\"The Reptilian looks like he will put up a good fight. Can't wait to crush his spirit\" The muscular one would respond\n\n*The muscular one would then run forward torward Idrid with his spear at the ready while the lean one has its crossbow ready to support him. The scholarly and big eared elf would have their attention focused on Almaan, preparing their next attack*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"If only you knew what I am. Your skull will be the one that is crushed, just like the walls of Silnaria shall!\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid suddenly starts to gain a massive amount of size, up to 3 meters, becoming a hulking monster. He now looks down at the small elves, ready to crack their heads open*\n```Enlarge cast, mana cap reduced to 45. Strength increased to 9 and constitution increased to 6. Height increased to 3 meters and weight increased to 800 lbs```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann quickly shifts his feet under him. He assumes a standing position on top of his rouncey. Using the forward momentum of the rouncey at 60 mph, Almann yanks the horse to a stop, using said force to fly him forward, while his legs provide downward force to clear the extra foot or so of barrier between him and the elves._\n\n_He's quick to cast Bronze Heel on himself to prepare for full sprint once he lands. Almann hopes this takes them by surprise, he was going to kill this arrogant fools no matter what._\n\n``` He will prepare to roll for a softer landing, and casts Bronze Heels on himself in mid air. This changes his max speed from 29 mph -44 mph. This cost him 12.5 mana, decreasing his pool from 82.5 -70.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The muscular elf would look up now with a bit of terror in his eyes at Idrid's massive size*\n\n\"Well then... You're a pretty big croc huh? But you know what they say, the bigger they are, the harder they fall\" \n\n*The muscular elf would attempt to swing his spear at Idrid's heels in attempt to either cut his tendon or sweep him off his feet*\n\n*The leaner elf in an attempt to support his team mate would let loose a crossbow bolt aiming for Idrid's eye*\n\n\"Thanks for being a bigger target you dumb lizard!\" The elf would taunt\n\n*As for Almann, his aerial maneuver would catch the scholarly elf off guard as he sends out a blast of force to the side expecting you to maneuver around the barrier, however the big eared elf would simply point its bow toward where Almann was going to land and let loose 2 arrows, one aiming for his neck and the other his foot*\n\n\"I know now why you've come for us, but know this will only result in you being captured, or worse, death. If you give up now, we can arrange a proper owner to buy you instead of risking an abusive one\" The big eared elf would say towards Almann" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the elf swung towards his heels, the weapon would clang against them as steel covered them. Idrid raises his shield to block the crossbow bolt, and swings his mace backwards, hurtling at the elf's neck*\n\n```Steel Skin cast, 20 mana spent, 5 regained, 30/45 mana remaining```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann twists his body in the air with his sword forearm close to his head to help change the momentum and direction of his spin. He fires off a Bronze Fist in the direction of the large eared elf's horse. The woman told them their weapons were laced with sleeping poison. He had to be quick, or he'd have limited time to take on the elves before it kicked in..._\n\n```Almann attempts to dodge the arrows in the air, while firing off a Bronze Fist at the horse of the large eared rider. This cost him 3.75, but he regens 5. His mana increases from 70 to 71.25.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The muscular elf would be caught surprise by the sudden hardening of Idrid's skin and clicks his tongue in annoyance. Seeing you raise your mace the elf would roll over to the side with his superior quickness to dodge the blow to the neck and smirk*\n\n\"Heh, crocs got some tricks up his sleeve huh? But we elves are the masters of magic, and I know very well that your spell won't last long. More than willing to play the waiting game\"\n\n*The leaner elf would also not be happy with Idrid blocking his crossbow bolt, but would nock another one and attack a small bag to the tip of it and would prepare another crossbow doing the same thing*\n\n*The large eared elf would summon a smaller barrier to this time and lower it to protect his horse from Almann Bronze fist. This would prevent him from firing his bow, but he would use horse to start putting distance between himself and Almann. The scholarly elf would release a a watery orb aiming not at Almann, but slightly infront of him at the ground*\n\n\"Flexible one aren't you? I'm sure our buyers would love that. Heh\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As his mace sailed over the elf, his tail would sweep across the ground. As the elf stood up and taunted him, Idrid would whip his tail aiming for the elf's waist*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann shoots off another Stone Fist, this time at the water orb. This is to set off whatever it is the scholar is planning. It's probably a trap. Nonetheless, Almann braces for impact, anticipating the orb to lash out and attack him as he hits the ground._\n\n```Bronze Fist aimed at the center of mass of the orb. 3.75 mana used, 67.5 left.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The elf would instinctively summon a barrier of light around himself, blocking the strike from Idrid, albeit dimming it to half it's brightness. The Elf would whistle in surprise*\n\n\"Come on big boy, is that all you got?\" *The muscular elf would taunt. The lean elf however would attempt would aim his crossbow for Idrid's chest and let loose the bolt with the small bag attached to the front of it in unison with its comrade's taunt in hopes of catching Idrid off-guard. The lean elf would also quickly grab the other crossbow it had prepped and let loose the other bolt also with a bag infront of it at Idrid's face right after*\n\n*Almann's rock fist would not make contact with the orb, as properly aiming for a projectile travelling at 100 ft/s with another projectile while midair is a bit beyond Almann's capabilities. Thus, the orb would hit the ground before him and just as he lands he would feel the earth turn into mud, causing his feet to sink into the earth. The scholar and the big eared elf would both smirk at this and in unison the elf eared archer would let loose 2 arrows, 1 for your let and another for your neck while the the scholarly elf would release a ball of electricity aiming for Almann's chest*\n\n\"Hah, we got you now you foolish macen!\" They would jeer at him" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Be glad I'm not trying. And you. Crossbow elf. You're getting annoying\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He changes targets and charges at the crossbow elf instead, his shield raised to block both bolts*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann quickly sheathes Anat, shooting two Stone Fists point blank in the earth next to where his feet are to loosen the mud and throw himself to the side in an attempt to avoid the projectiles._\n\n```Almann uses two Stone Fists. This cost 7.5 mana, leaving him with 60 left. In the pool.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Idrid would charge and defend against the bolts, the lean elf would smirk as they collide with his shield, causing the bags attached to it to burst releasing fine purple powder all over his upper body. Idrid would suddenly feel his vision getting slightly hazy and his sense of balance thrown off. The lean elf would start running backwards increasing the distance between him and Idrid and shoot another crossbow bolt aiming for his head. The muscular elf however would touch himself and increase his movement speed dramatically, catching up to his Idrid, and with his spear, swing at his feet to trip him*\n\n\"Woah there buddy, think you should be moving so quickly in your state? Why not lay down a bit?\"\n\n*As for Almann, as he launched his stone fists into the earth instead of propelling him free he would find that it sunk him in deeper with the mud now at knee height. This would at least get his neck out of the way of the big eared elf's shot, but the arrow aiming for you leg would now hit your thigh. The would was clearly not fatal, but what really concerned you was the tingling sensation you felt that was slowly spreading across your leg. But you wouldn't have much time to think about it as the electric ball the scholar shot that was aimed for your chest would now hit your head, making your hair stand on end as your face burns and cackles from electricity. Some of that electricity would course to your right arm and paralyze it. The two elves would laugh at the sight*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As he heard the elf taunt him, he knew he would be close. Not being able to see him, he would predict when the elf would strike: now. Widening his stance and raising his shield to his head, he swung the mace backwards towards the midsection of the elf, at about the same time the elf swung at him*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_His right arm was useless. That much he knew. He couldn't feel it, but he had to get out of this mud. Damn it! It's exactly like quicksand. But he had to relax. The more he struggles the deeper he sinks. They'll probably hit him again with the same things._\n\n_Almann rips out the arrow. High elves and their dirty poison... He had to feign the poison working. For now he was fine, but he could feel is slowly move up his leg. He'd have to apologize to the beastman later for being quite weak._\n\n_In an attempt to both fool the elves, prevent himself from sinking more, and to lower his heart rate, Almann relaxes his muscles, taking slower breaths, and feigning the effects of the poison in his body, by slowly lowering his upper body against the mud. He gives them one nasty look before he feigns unconsciousness. In reality, he's got a 'Bronze Lance' prepared in his left hand to either act as a vaulting pole, or to strike at one of the elves if they get close._" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Idrid would feel something between his legs and being as large as he was, he wouldn't be able to stop his forward momentum right away. As such, he would hear a snap beneath his feet and feel himself lurching forward, falling face first into the ground. However, as he swung his mace backwards he would feel contact as something was sent flying backwards. A few seconds later he would hear the sound of coughing and liquid dripping to the ground.*\n\n\"...Damn, got careless there. But I'm alive at least...*Cough*\"\n\n*Idrid would hear something flying toward his back coming from the direction of the leaner elf*\n\n*Almann would feign being subdued, but instead of coming closer, the scholarly and big eared elf would focus on the other threat that wasn't 'captured' yet. The big eared elf would send an arrow at each foot of Idrid while the scholarly elf would shoot an electric ball aiming for Idrid's exposed back. The poison in Almann's leg though would spread further up Almann would realize he lost all sensation from his left leg for now, unable to even wiggle his toes. However he would regain use of his right arm as the electrifying effects wore off, albeit he would still be knee deep in the mud*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid would get to all fours, the most stable stance he could get to quickly from the position he was in. He sticks his shield into the ground, and takes it off his arm. Don't want stupid elven magic coursing through his arm*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann would open an eye. Good, they turned away. Man he's really going to have to buy Idrid a keg after this..._\n\n_Almann faces up, and fires two 'Bronze Lances'. One at the chest of the long eared elf, and the other at the horse of the scholar elf._\n\n```Almann attempts to take advantage of their distraction. He fires two 'Bronze Lances' travelling at 120 fps. One is aimed at the chest of the long eared elf, the other aimed at the horse of the scholarly elf. This cost Almann 30 mana, with a reduction of 5 due to regen. This leaves him with 35/95.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Idrid would still be slightly dizzy but would feel the sharp pain of a crossbow bolt barely piercing his right shoulder. The wound wouldn't be deep thanks to his armor, but the concern was the tingly sensation coming from the wound. He would also feel 2 sharp piercing wounds in his legs that weren't as covered and likewise the tingling would start to spread. As the electric ball made contract with the side of his body, the electricity would course through his arm causing slight burns but more importantly his left arm would go limp. From behind him he could hear the muscular elf slowly getting up along with the familiar sound metallic chains. The elf would weakly laugh*\n\n\"..*Cough*...Heh, you may have gotten a blow on me but looks like we caught you in the end...\"\n\n*However as the elves would be focused on Idrid, Almann's lances would go sailing, piercing both the horse and the scholarly elf. The horse would buckle around a bit from the pain, knocking the big eared elf off in the process, before falling to the ground dead. The big eared elf would spend the turn getting up realizing that Almann had conned them and would grit his teeth in frustration. The scholarly elf would have his chest impaled by the lance and would cough up blood, but could be seen trying to cast healing magic to recover.*\n\n*This would leave the lean elf to be the only one available to attack, and would shoot a crossbow bolt aiming for Almann's chest. However at this time the mud would suddenly quickly dry up and pop Almann's body back up to the surface. He would be free at last, however he would find that his left leg was still unable to move, making it hard for him to get up and run*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid waits for the elf to approach him. Feigning weakness, and laying flat on the ground, Idrid secretly preps his right hand. When the elf gets close enough to him, he would lash out and try to grab the elf's head in his hand. If successful, he slams him forward. If the elf summons a barrier, Idrid punches it, and if the elf dodges to the side, Idrid sweeps his hand to the direction dodged*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann flings himself unto the ground to attempt to dodge the bolt, just barely noticing it in his peripheral vision. While doing so, he whistles for his rouncey, and unsheathes Anat. He uses the gift of healing to mitigate some of the damage he received from the magical orb._\n\n_Should the horse show up in time, he would saddle it and ride towards the big eared and scholarly elf._\n\n```Almann uses 'Gift of Healing' from Anat for 5 mana. This leaves him with 30 out of 95 mana left.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Idrid would wait for the elf to approach he would feel the tingly sensation spread across his shoulder and legs and would find that he has lost sensation across the 3 limbs. Thus as he lashes out to reach for the elf he would find that the lacked the mobility to do so and falls to the ground once more. However the elf would be a bit surprised by this and take a few steps back, clearly irritated that you scared him* \n\n\"*Cough cough cough*.... How dare you!...No one spooks Lysin Valor!...\"\n\n*He would then start by tying up Idrid's legs, not trusting the fact that Idrid was able to move his arm a moment ago. He would then pull out some sort of pouch and press the opening against the wound on your leg, and Idrid would feel the tingly sensation start to quickly spread throughout his body and the elf would grin sinisterly.*\n\n\"...*Cough*...Shouldn't be long now... Told you I could play the waiting game..\"\n\n*The leaner elf would be surprised by Almann's dodge, and would start to line up another shot, but would then see the big eared elf take aim toward's Almann's horse that was running over to his side. The leaner elf would nod, understanding if they take down his horse then it would be easy pickings to handle the macen. Thus the leaner elf would adjust his aim, and let loose a bolt to the left of the horse.*\n\n*The big eared elf was clearly upset about losing his horse, and seemed set on making sure Almann lost his in return. He would let loose 2 arrows, one aiming higher up for the horse's neck and the other to the right of it to make sure that at least one of their arrows/bolts would hit, which is all they would need. The scholar would still be trying to recover from the injury and remain on the ground casting healing magic. That being said, Almann would start to feel the effects of the poison in his leg starting to wear off as some sensation started to return*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*His tail would rapidly whip around the elf's neck, attempting to strangle it.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann hated to use his horse as bait. It rocked him to his very core in fact. Despite the deep pang of sadness that followed when he realized they would be aiming for the rouncey, he darts for the big eared elf, casting Bronze Heels on himself to gain speed._\n\n```Almann uses his horse as a distraction for the elves, increasing his speed from 27 mph -42 mph with Bronze Heels. He loses 12.5 mana, leaving him now with 19.5 left. He charges the big eared elf with the renewed speed.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The muscular elf would be caught off-guard by Idrid's sudden use of this tail and clutch at his throat to keep you from tightening the grip but his face was slowly turning red from the strain. The pouch would also drop to the ground and no longer be in contact with your wound. However, you could feel that everything below the belly was immobilized and you can feel the poison slowly raising up towards your chest area. The leaner elf would see this and yell* \"Let go of him you vile beast!\" \n\n*In a swift motion a crossbow bolt would be sent flying for the base of Idrid's tail. If it hits the only mobile parts of Idrid's body would be his head and his left hand, at least till the poison wore off.*\n\n*As for Almann's horse, as he suspected, the arrow aiming for its neck would sink it deep and it would lose its balance and fall to the ground brutally, clearly breaking its legs as they bend in an unnatural way. It would twitch for a bit before laying still. However, it would serve it's purpose, allowing Almann to close the distance between himself and the big eared elf, now within melee range. The elf would be surprised but would immediately mutter an incantation and form a dome around himself, giving him time to switch over to a pair of daggers as he yells out to the group*\n\n\"You two, secure the damn croc already! Lucian, are you done healing! Support me!\"\n\n*The scholarly individual would slowly get up, his face still pale but the wound in his chest would be healed. He would raise his arms and send a electric ball aiming for Almann's hip*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The crossbow bolt would thud and bounce off of the now steel scales. Still hurt, but he could still move it. His tail's grip would tighten around the elf's neck*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"You are a fool. Thinking you can defeat me.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann would jump back in an attempt to dodge the ball of electricity. He fires off a 'Stone Fist' at the barrier right in front of the long eared elf. He couldn't have him jumping at the chance to fight in close range._\n\n_Almann also draws back his right arm, and side-arm throws Anat with full strength at the center of mass of the scholar elf._\n\n```Almann fires off a 'Stone Fist' at the barrier of the elf with large ears. This cost him 3.75 mana, negated by regen. He now has 20.50 mana left in the pool. In addition, he sends Anat flying towards the scholar elf's center mass blade first. Anat gains +300% weight and is thrown with 6 strength.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The musclar elf's face would continue to turn red but you would see a look of defiance in his eyes. As he clutches your tail you can see electricity cackle around his fingers before having it course down your tail as well as shocking the elf. It would seem he would rather hurt himself than be taken down by you. Your tail would shoot straight out paralyzed from the shock, letting go of the elf as the electricity flows through your metallic skin throughout your body. The elf would coughing tremendously and his hair would be standing on end with slight electrical burns on his face, but still conscious. That being said, Idrid would start to feel sensation returning to his right shoulder and the dizziness would wear off as well. However he wouldn't be able to rejoice for the occasion as the poison from his lower body will have reached his chest area and he would feel his diaphragm stop moving. The leaner elf would be seen preparing another pouch and mounting it on the crossbow and does the same to the 2nd crossbow. Looks like they were going to do the same thing did earlier with the powder.*\n\n*As for Almann, he would finally have regained full sensation of his leg once more and be able to dodge the electric ball. The barrier would block the stone fist aimed for the big eared elf, and the elf would smirk in amusement. He would step outside of his dome and throw both his daggers at you, one aiming for your shoulder and another your knee as he pulled his bow again. As for Anat being sent flying at the scholar, he would also quickly mutter incantation much like when you all first started the battle and summon a barrier right infront of him, blocking the strike from Anat as it collides falls to the ground.* \n\n\"Give up macen! Your comrade has fallen and I'm sure you are exhausted. You even lost your horse. Tell me, was coming after us worth it?! If you lay down your arms, you can guarantee your safety at least\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann gives him a wicked grin_" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"It's always worth it to put high elves in their place.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid would feel the Lightning course through his tail, and while rendering it useless, the elf shocked himself as well. Stupid. He raises his mace and slams it down on the elf's head, while raising his shield at an angle so that the toxic dust doesn't settle on his upper body. Meanwhile, he could feel the poison in his chest. Cowards. He should learn more magic to counter magic and poison.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann rolls to the left in an attempt to dodge the daggers._\n\n_He looks to his left and right. Both of their barriers are double sided. The high elves had to focus their attacks when they were out in the open. This is good. It gives him time to help out Idrid, if only for a moment._\n\n_He fires off a 'Bronze Lance' at the center mess of the leaner elf._\n\n```Almann attempts to dodge the daggers of the big eared elf by rolling to the side. He fires off another 'Bronze Lance' for 15 mana at the center of mass of the lean elf. This leaves him with 5.5 mana left in the pool.```" } ]

[ { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The muscular's elf would be hit by Idrid's mace with a heavy 'crunch' sound before falling to the ground leaving a massive pool of blood in his wake. The leaner elf would click his tongue annoyed that they lost one of their own, but would suddenly notice something hurtling at him. It would seem being the leaner elf also meant being the quickest, and would thus quickly roll to the left by instinct as as the Bronze Lance whizzes by.*\n\n*Seeing Almann now as the bigger threat given that he was stable to move, the elf would let loose one of the crossbow bolts with the bag attached at Almann's feet and another right after aiming to the right of him. The scholar would step to the side of his barrier and let loose another electric ball at Almann's center of mass. Almann having rolled out of the way of the two dagger throws of the big eared elf would instead be greeted by an arrow flying for his face but as well as an arrow to the right and left of him that appeared magic in nature. He would also see the big eared elf pull his bow and let loose something but for some reason Almann was having a hard time seeing what it was and where it was headed toward*\n\n*Overall, it would seem the 3 remaining elves focused all their attacks on Almann, deeming Idrid not as much of threat given his lack of mobility. He would find that he still couldn't breath, but the poison would've seemed to have stopped spreading. If it followed a similar pattern to the poison that hit his shoulder, he would be able to start breathing and moving again very soon*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Don't get hit by the bag! You're dead if that happens.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Welp. He wasn't able to move or breath well. At least he had good armor. He would attempt to slowly drag himself towards the enemies*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Are you fucking kidding? Oh boy. This was going to hurt._\n\n_Almann throws all of his weight to the left to avoid the attacks directly at him and on the right. He shifts his shoulder in the direction of the elf with the large ears, in hopes that the arrow will hit his shoulder plate._" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*There would be two explosions of dust to the right of him that he would thankfully avoid. However, as he suspected the arrow on the left would collide and pierce his ribs. However being that it was magical in nature it would disperse afterwards. He would also feel a sharp piercing pain on his biceps and would then see an arrow sticking out but it was hard to focus on it. However the bad news would be that his arm would start to feel tingly, but he would have no room to recover. The scholar would run over and press both his hands out as a gust of wind originates from him, blowing the powdered dust that was in the air torward Almann. The big eared elf would let loose another arrow aiming for the right of him and the magical one for the left as well as another hard to see arrow. However, since Almann would be expecting it, the arrow would seem to be aiming for his left but can't couldn't tell where exactly. The lean elf would go to the side and let loose a crossbow bolt aiming for behind Almann. They group was dedicated to taking down Almann before Idrid would recover*\n\n*As for Idrid, he would seem brave to try to speak when he lacked the capacity to take another breath as speaking requires you to expel air. Thus Idrid would start to feel very light headed as there was no more oxygen in his lungs and would feel a tingle sensation around his extremities due to it.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid stops moving. He's wasting too much breath. Better to let the poison wear off. Also better to stay in his enlarged state, since poison was less effective against more mass. Hopefully Almann survives*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann takes a deep gulp of air and turns sideways, hopefully making himself a smaller target. He faces his injured arm in the direction of the big ear elf. He throws himself forward (facing sideways) towards the big eared elf in an attempt to dodge the arrows._" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Almann a would move out the way of the powder and into the way of the big eared elf's arrows. His arm would be hit by the magical arrow but would disperse afterwards, leaving only an injury. However the poison would now take effect and he would feel himself losing sensation in that arm. He would also feel a sharp pain zoom past his left leg. It would appear to be the hard to see arrow, but thanks to aiming your body sideways, it would not pierce skin but you can feel a little of the poison scrap your skin and make it tingle slightly. The elves are visibly frustrated at this point. The big eared elf would yell to the scholarly elf*\n\n\"Buff me. Our shots will keep on missing at this rate. I'm going in for the finishing blow. Alvair, aim for his legs to keep him from running away properly \"\n\n*The scholarly elf would nod and raise his arm out causing the big eared elf to glow with blue energy. The eared elf would then pull out a dagger and in his other arm summon a circular barrier and rush forward at Almann, quickly closing in the distance. The leaner elf as per the eared elf's orders would let loose another aiming for Almann's legs*\n\n*As for Idrid he would feel the poison start to recede back, and his diaphragm would start working again allowing him to breath. It would seem he will be able to move his legs soon as well, albeit he should do something about the chains the muscular elf put around them.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid would roll over, finally gaining his breath. Chains. No match for him. He slams his mace down on the middle of the chain, breaking it in half. Movement in his legs would probably return soon*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Even Almann was impressed at how much he'd dodged the projectiles. He should have been dead by now. He could help chuckling to himself as he casts 'Bronze Heels' on himself to increases his speed. He uses the newly gained speed to attempt to run away from the elf and dodge the projectiles coming at him._\n\n_He noticed Idrid moving in the corner of his eye. Looks like he'll have to regroup with him. He'll run to him in an attempt to get away from the elves._\n\n```Almann cast 'Bronze Heels' for 10 mana. This increases his speed from 27 mph -39 mph.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Almann tried to get away the crossbow bolt would hit his leg as they were expecting as much seeing he had used that spell multiple times, causing him to trip and fall to the ground with the tingly sensation quickly spreading up his leg. The big eared elf wouldn't miss this chance and close in on Almann throwing a dagger at this other leg's thigh before pulling out another aiming for Almann's throat while sticking his leg out to pin Almann's chest to the ground. He would have a haughty grin as he looked down on Almann*\n\n\"Who did you say you were going to put in place, hmmm?\"\n\n*The leaner elf would suddenly notice Idrid moving about and breaking his chain, and would start to loading two crossbows with pouches, yelling out to the eared elf*\n\n\"The poison wore off! The Croc is escaping!\" \n\n\"We'll focus on the dumb Croc later! For now we got to deal with his bastard that killed my horse! But if you are so concerned, Ligorax, send one for his leg!\"\n\n*The scholar would nod, turn his attention toward Idrid and send an electric ball aiming for his legs*\n\n*Idrid would break his chains with a mighty swing from his mace and would finally feel his legs move once more. However, he wouldn't really get much of a chance to rejoice as a ball of lightning was flying straight at them*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*An electric ball? An electric ball??!! Did they seriously think that was going to stop him? He would slam his shield into the ground, so that it would remain upright, and remove his arm from it. Now the metal disc was isolated, no way the spell would hit him. He would stand up on his too legs as well, letting out a low growl.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann attempts to put a death grip on the wrist of the big-eared elf. He fucking hate them. It wasn't going to end here. He'd kill them with his bare hands if had to. The dagger? He could feel it in his leg. He didn't care. Even though it hurt, it was his least concern._\n\n_Almann attempts to squeeze the elf's wrist with all of his might. He wants to break it. He wants to shatter it._" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The electric ball would hit Idrid's shield and have it cackle with electricity for a bit. The scholar would click his tongue and look over to the eared elf*\n\n\"I'm out of mana...\"\n\n*The elf leader wouldn't be able to respond as his wrist would be under tremendous force of Almaan's grip, be he still had his barrier up in his other arm. He would smack it against Almann's grip and it would shatter, releasing a force strong enough to push his arm away, allowing the archer to pull free from your grasp, pull out another dagger with his now free arm and throw one of them at Almann's neck and thrust the other toward Almann's gut*\n\n\"You dare touch me you filthy macen!\" *He would snarl*\n\n*The dagger that hit Almenn's thigh would hurt and would once more give off a tingly sensation. However Almann would start to feel it not being as potent. Perhaps he was starting to get used to it? He would also feel his right arm have its sensation return and is able to move it once more. That being said the leg that was hit by the crossbow that caused him to fall would now go limp with the poison now activating*\n\n*The leaner elf would've finished prepping his pouches and turn toward Idrid and shoot one towards the shield and the other one ready to let loose once Idrid move out of cover or attempted to lift the shield. He would yell out to the scholar elf*\n\n\"If you have no mana then you can at least help set up my crossbow bolts. Only got 2 more pouches left though so you better not mess them up\"\n\n*The scholarly elf would nod, go over toward the lean elf and help prep the next crossbow bolt with the pouch*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the electric ball hits the shield and fizzles out, Idrid picks it up again. He runs to the side, shrinking down and surprisingly fast for his size, so that the crossbow bolt hits the left side of the shield, while Idrid moves away to the right. If he's able to, he continues and charges the scholarly elf*\n```Transformation ended, 35 mana cap removed, 45/80 mana remaining```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann gives a wicked grin. He could feel his other arm. It's game. Fucking. On._\n\n_He uses both of his hands to grab the wrists of the elf once more, yanking them to the side of him, and attempting to pull him towards him at full strength for a head-butt._\n\n_Almann swings his head back and brings it forward on the elf should the elf get in his range. His head plate should punish the bastard accordingly._" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The bolt would hit Idrid's shield but with his smart thinking he would have hit to left side of his shield while he went to right, allowing him to escape the dust blast. However, he would be quickly met with another bolt flying toward his chest as the lean elf had prepared to let loose the bolt the moment Idrid moved, preventing him from rushing the scholarly elf. The scholarly elf would hand over a prepared crossbow with a pouch to the leaner elf and would he look over to the eared elf*\n\n\"Need help?!\"\n\n*The eared still being quickened by the scholar elf's buff spell would be able to sink his dagger into Almann's gut as the other dagger sunk into Almann's neck as he didn't defend against it. He would feel the tingly sensation spread some more, but the bigger issue was the severity of the wounds. His other leg would also lose sensation below the thigh. The situation wasn't looking good for Almann. However, he would be able to grab the elf's arm at least, but as he attempted to pull him in, as the elf's leg was still on Almann's chest, the elf would use that resist the pull preventing the headbutt from being as effective as Almann would hope. Blood would drip between the elf's eyes and he would look a bit disoriented, but he was still conscious enough to remain standing and keeping you pinned under his foot. He would mutter*\n\n\"Damn... Macen... You dare... Make me bleed?\"\n\n*The leaner elf seeing the eared elf being in trouble would look over to the scholar elf and say* \"Go over and help him, I'll handle the croc\" *And would start moving backwards to put some distance between himself and Idrid. The scholar elf would do as he was told and start heading over to the eared elf, pulling out some chains and wrap them around Almann's legs*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann screams with rage and rips out the dagger out of his neck. He takes a steel dagger out of the left side of his robe and shoves it in the thigh of the elf. He takes a swipe with the dagger at the elf's eyes with the dagger he took out of his neck._" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The crossbow bolt would once again clang against Idrid's armor. He could feel it against his chest, but he didn't care. He continued his charge against the scholarly elf, swinging his mace if he's close enough*" } ]

[ { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Almann pulled the dagger out his neck he would feel blood pour start to spill like a fountain from the injury, His heart would be bumping hard to keep the blood flowing throughout the body, but it would only help spread the poison already in the bloodstream. Well, at least Almann would start to feel sensation return to one of his legs but the poison near his gut and neck would start to take hold and he would start to feel himself losing consciousness. However, his rage would allow him to push forward for one last ditch effort to stab the elf's thigh, causing the eared elf to howl in pain, before bringing him in and slashing the dagger across his eyes. Almann would then let go as he left himself losing conscious but would be able to find comfort in seeing the elf falling backwards holding his eyes cursing with his face twisted in agony* \n\n\"-my fucking eyes! Fuck! My eyes are the best in the group and you fucking slice them! I'm going to gouge your eyes out you bastard! I don't care if it lowers your value!\"\n\n*The scholarly elf would attempt to calm down the eared elf* \"Calm down, once I get enough mana I can heal them. Don't try to move around too much, you will lose more blood. Here are the chains. Try your best to wrap them around the macen. Knowing you and how many times we've done this, you don't need to be able to see to do it. I will do my best to protect you in the meanwhile.\"\n\n*The eared elf would snarl, but would listen to his comrade and take the chins and wrap them around Almann's arms* \"A fucking Croc and a macen did this to us... We must be going to soft on them, giving them ideas that they can fight back. From now on from every slave we capture, we are taking one of their eyes, you understand?! Gotta put them in their place\"\n\n*Shifting over to Idrid, for some reason he seemed to forget but bolts had a pouch attached. As the bolt would hit his chest it would only dent his armor, but the bigger concern is the blast of dust that would come from it and wash over him. He would be hit with a strong sense of nausea and dizziness once more, making it difficult to run forward and coordinate his body. The leaner elf would smirk and let loose another pouch filled bolt at Idrid's center of mass*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Well. Idrid forgot about the stupid pouches. However, he does know that this is the last one. He crouched down and angles his shield above his head so that in covers the entirety of his body and the powder settles on the shield*\n\n```5 mana regained, 50/80 mana remaining```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Idrid would deflect the bolt upward and it would explode with a majority of the dust settling on the shield but some still falls through onto him, albeit doesn't do much as he was already pretty dizzy and nauseated. The lean elf will click his tongue, but looking over at the situation with Almaan he would smirk once more and yell out*\n\n\"Looks like we got your buddy! Soon we'll all be focused on you! So you can either make this hard for yourself or easy! If you give up, I can ensure that no further harm will come to you and you will be sold to a good master! Hell we may even take you for ourselves as the leader needs a new horse to ride on and you're pretty fast.\" *He would taunt while reloading 2 crossbows, albeit with no more pouches*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"You have no idea how many times I was chained, elf. Every time they have been broken. Just like you will be.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He rises back up to his feet, still crouching, his shield covering the majority of his body. His mace was held behind him, and he would slowly advance as he didn't want the nausea to kick in too much*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Idrid would advance slowly but the lean elf would only be increasing the distance between the two of you. With both crossbows ready, he fires one one for your eye and the other for your leg and yells out to his team mates*\n\n\"Need your help guys. My bolts are barely hurting him, and the moment the dust wears off he will be on my ass!\"\n\n*The other two elves would've finished fully chaining up Almann and have tossed him into their caravan into a cage. The scholar would yell back*\n\n\"I almost have enough mana to heal Ajax's eyes! He will help you then! I'll start riding the caravan away after that! Worst case we leave the croc behind, we got the macen at least!\" \n\n*The eared elf would be seen spitting at Almaan's face, not wanting to make any further comment about the scenario, but is visibly upset at the prospect of not catching both of them*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid hunches down, covering both his head and feet with the shield, clanging against the dark metal. He starts to advance more quickly towards the caravan*\n```5 mana regained, 55/80 remaining```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The bolts would dent Idrid's shield but would otherwise fall to the ground as he slowly started to crawl toward the caravan, still dizzy and nauseated by the dust that hit him full blast*\n\n*At this point though the scholarly elf touches the eared elf's eyes and casts his healing magic. The eared elf smiles, now being able to see Almann's pathetic unconscious body with his face covered in spit.*\n\n\"Glad this was the first thing I was able to see. Anyway, you start getting the caravan moving. Us two will deal with the croc\" *The eared elf would say smugly before leaping off the cart and start running toward the side of Idrid motioning for the the leaner elf to flank and take the other side. The lean elf would nod and follow the instructions and send a crossbow bolt for Idrid's left side while the eared elf would send two arrows for Idrid's right side*\n\n\"How long can you endure our barrage your stupid croc!\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The bolt would clang off the shield once again, and the arrows would bounce off his armor. Despite his dizziness, he continued forward, getting slightly faster as the dust wore off in the slightest*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"You underestimate my resilience\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The bolt would make another dent in his shield and the arrows would ping off Idrid's armor. Both of them would click their tongues but continue their assault. The leaner elf would send a bolt aiming for Idrid's head from the front while the eared elf would send an arrow toward the back of his neck and pull back his bow and let loose something that was a bit too hard for Idrid to follow where it was aiming. However he would finally feel his dizziness and nausea wearing off and at the same time Almaan would start to wake up as the poison that his neck would wear off and not numb his brain any longer. Almann would feel his face being sticky and wet and that his arms, neck and legs were chained up with him being in a cage. He would turn to his side and see the scholarly elf setting up the horses for the caravan and was almost set to start moving*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*After the arrows clang against his armor, he feels movement come back. He starts to grow yet again, moving his shield in front of him to block the bolt while the arrows clanged off of his back. He then charges the elf with the crossbow*\n\n```Enlarge cast, 35 mana spent, 5 regained, 25/80 remaining```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann's face is wet and sticky. Blood? Probably, who knows. He can still feel his right and left arms. His legs hurt like hell. His stomach hurt like hell. Looks like he didn't bleed to death._\n\n_Could he dislocate his shoulder? He'd have to pull. Hard. Seems like the chains are tight enough..._\n\n_He bites down on his tunic, and yanks his body upwards in a sudden motion, tugging his neck to the left. If he was lucky, albeit painful, it would dislocate his right shoulder and he'd have some wiggle room..._\n\n```Current mana: 15.5```" } ]

[ { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Idrid blocks the bolt and arrow with his armor and shield, before he could start charging the leaner elf, he would feel a sharp pain in his left ankle. Looking down he would realize what was the 2nd thing the eared elf shot. These damn elves and their coated projectiles. You could feel the tingling sensation in your leg once more, but would be able to close some of the distance between yourself and the leaner elf. However the two elves didn't seem worried and would backtrack/move forward accordingly to keep him a safe distance away and prepare their next volley. At this point it would seem they've accepted they can't straight out knock him down as neither of their weapons could deliver a finishing blow. Thus it would be a battle of attrition. It would be a race against time in whether they bring Idrid down before he could get to them. Under normal circumstances it would be a cinch since it seemed Idrid was faster than both of them, but this poison of theirs was tilting the battle in their favor*\n\n*Almann would start to pull away at left arm, but looking back he would suddenly notice that there was manacles around his wrists as well that were attached to the cage, meaning even if he got the chains around his arms off his wrists would still be stuck to the cage. If he decides to continue to pull though, he would feel tremendous pain, but he would be able to pop his right shoulder, causing the chains to droop a bit and give him some, but not much, wiggle room. The scholar elf would be getting on the horses at this point and seemed set to start moving forward*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid had to make this fast. He switches targets, now heading for the scholarly elf, and roars, so that he'll catch the attention of it. Hopefully the Macen wakes up to do stuff*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann catches the scream fast in his throat. He's gonna need alcohol after this. The infirmary bill too is going to be massive..._\n\n_He tenses up his left arm, pulling the chains toward his body by pushing outwards with his left arm. This is to position the dislocated arm unnaturally closer to his body so he has enough room to push the chains over his head and gently set them down..._\n\n```Current mana: 20.5```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Idrid's roar would spook the horses at the very least, forcing the scholar to attempt to calm them. However upon seeing you rush toward him, he would raise his hand out and a dome like barrier would surround him, stopping you from reaching him. However, as Idrid had forsaken his attention on the leaner and eared elf, he would feel a barrage hit the back of his armor. The bolt and the 2 arrows would continue to dent away at it, but thankfully it would seem they were thrown off by him charging at the scholar, so they couldn't target any of his weak points. However the ankle that was hit by an arrow would start to lose sensation, making it hard to walk and run, but at least he was in melee distance of the scholarly elf even if he couldn't hit him due to the barrier*\n\n*Almann would attempt to squeeze the chains away from his body, and although it was painful, he would succeed. That would only leave the manacles that were binding his wrists to the bar in the cage, the chains around his legs, and chain around his neck.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid would raise both his shield and his mace, and slam them against the barrier. He needs to get this barrier down-oh wait Almann's out. Hopefully he can help kill the scholarly elf*\n```5 mana regained, 30/80 mana remaining```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann was parched. Good thing he had a flask..._\n\n_He bends forward to grab the top of the flask with his teeth, in the left side of his robe, and pop off the cork by holding the body of the flask facing upwards in his arm-pit, and yanking the cork up with his teeth. He take a couple of healthy gulps before the next part so as to dull the pain._\n\n_Should this succeed, he would bite down on the side of the flask, tipping it over to the liquid spills on his left hand/wrist. Perhaps this could act as a lubricant to get him out?_\n\n_Once this is done, he would pull forward with his left arm (not suddenly) and shape his fingers close together in an attempt to get the hand free of the shackle attached to the cage._" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The barrier would dim upon impact from Idrid's shield, and his follow up swing with his mace would shatter it. The scholarly elf would look at Idrid with terror in his eyes, raising his feeble arms meekly as if surrendering.*\n\n\"L-look, I-I give up! Please don't kill me!\" *He would plead*\n\n*Idrid would then feel a sharp pain on both his elbows and his tail. Looking behind him he would see the two ranged elves had readjusted their aim and were able to hit the weak points in his armor. He would feel a tingly sensation start to spread from them, but for now he still had movement. The two elves though would look upset, realizing what was going to happen to their comrade*\n\n*Almaan would attempt to bend forward but the chain around his neck would not allow for him to lean forward enough to grab his flask. He could still attempt to squeeze his hands through the manacles however, albeit it would be at the risk of tearing his flesh and fracturing some of his hand bones and the tremendous pain that would come with it*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid grabs the scholarly elf by the jaw and slams him on the ground. He steps on the elf's hands, crushing them as well as applying immense pressure to his jaw. Oh well. They would eventually run out of poison, and it wouldn't affect him forever.*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"I will show you the same mercy as you did my kind.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Damn it all. I'll try something different then._\n\n_He wedges/places his oddly bent right shoulder in between the bars on his right. He twists his body forward in an attempt to put the shoulder back in the socket._\n\n_Should this be successful, he clears his throat and spits out a wad of phlegm on the base of his thumb. Fucking disgusting, but necessary if he didn't want to do too much damage..._\n\n_He attempts now to pull his right hand through shackles, biting his tunic once again in an attempt to cope with the pain._" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The scholarly elf would have his head slammed into the ground and his hands crushed by Idrid's massive body. However it wouldn't seem like the elf would hear Idrid's remark as his eyes had rolled back and was foaming from the mouth. It would seem Idrid's head slam was very effective, it not excessively so. He would start to feel sensation return to his leg, but his elbows and tail would go limp. He would then feel a barrage of hits against the back of his neck, granted none would pierce through, but the armor was certainly starting to lose some of its integrity, but seemed like it could handle 2-3 more barrages in the same location before breaking down. The elves seemed to be focusing on one spot of Idrid's armor trying to break it down enough for their arrows to pierce through.*\n\n*Almaan would feel a sharp pain as he popped his shoulder back in place. His body would be sweating tremendously due to the pain, but this would seem to help him in what he was about to do. Using his phlegm along with his sweat, he is able to pull his hand through the manacles with only a few painful fractures across his right hand.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid would turn to the other elves. He couldn't move his elbows well, so raising his shield wasn't an option. Although, he could always block exposed areas with Steel Skin. He starts to charge at the two elves, casting steel skin.*\n```10 mana regained 20 spent, 20/80 mana remaining```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_His hand hurt to move. But he needed the damn booze. He reaches inside the left of his tunic for the flask. He opens it with his hand and teeth (painfully) and takes a good couple swigs of the drink._\n\n_He wraps the chain around the bars and through a loop using his neck chain, using the leverage from both the makeshift chain pullet on the cage door, his neck shackle chain, and the chain attached to his right arm to snap open the door and the shackles keeping him attached to the cage._\n\n_He casts 'Bronze Heels' on himself and pull out a steel dagger, going after the big eared elf of the two._\n\n```This cost Almann 12.5 mana, leaving him with 23 left. This increases his speed from 21 mph -36 mph. The lower base is because of his injuries. Five turns have passed. Regen is accounted for.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*After charging the lean elf Idrid would finally be in melee range. The lean elf would look annoyed but also smirk. He would drop his crossbow and pull out a vial and swallow it and with his arm pull out a whole bag filled with 6 of those dust pouches. There would be a glint of haughtiness in his eyes as he grinned*\n\n\"Did you actually think I was stupid enough to yell out loud how limited my arsenal is?\" *And would throw it straight into the ground, causing a huge dust cloud to envelope the two of you*\n\n*As for Almaan, he would have to spend the turn closing the distance between himself and the eared elf. He would at least not notice you as of the moment as he let loose 2 more arrows at Idrid's massive frame as it was still visible within the dust cloud, aiming for his weak spots as his steel skin would've run out. However the elf's ears would twitch and start to slowly turn around and be shocked to see you running toward him*\n\n\"Wha-how-why? This is ridiculous! Don't you two pathetic life forms know when to give up!\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the elf brings out the bags and throws them, Idrid's head is descending. Despite the rising dust, he's still able to somewhat see and predict where the elf will be, and bites him, his jaws enveloping the elf's head and upper torso. He also casts Steel Skin yet again, his teeth now being metallic, and the arrows rendered useless. Although, he does feel the effect of the poison, moreso than before, though not as much if he hadn't made his skin steel*\n\n```5 mana regained? 20 mana spent, 5/80 mana remaining```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann fires off a 'Stone Fist' at the elf, trying not to give him enough time to fire off another volley of arrows. He plans to finish this quick._\n\n```A 'Stone Fist' was launched at the big eared elf. Used 3.75 mana. 16.25 mana left.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Opening his mouth would allow the dust to fill his mouth and would invoke a very strong gag reflex given its concentration, forcing Idrid to vomit all over the elf, preventing him from closing his mouth. The lean elf would be disgusted by this, but seeing how he was in danger, he would use his quick body to roll out of the way of Idrid's mouth*\n\n\"Fucking disgusting animal...\" *He would mutter as he wiped his face and shook his arms and clothes of all the vomit*\n \n*Idrid would start to feel very dizzy and nauseated and would have trouble even standing up straight as he was unable to find his center of balance due to the poison. However, his steel skin would at least activate and he would feel two arrows ping off him*\n\n*As for Almamn, he would fire a rock fist at the eared elf but he would summon a dome around himself, protecting himself from the attack. He would then poke his arms through the barrier and let loose 2 arrows, one for Almann's chest and another at this leg. They would be difficult to dodge given the distance and would likely have to resort to a defensive spell to protect himself just like the elf did to against 'Stone Fist'. The elf would yell out*\n\n\"Why do you try so hard? Can you not accept your fate as lesser life form? You could've been resting peacefully in that cage, but now I'm going to have to fill your body with arrows once more\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Fuck. Big mistake. Idrid isn't able to stand well, so he gets on 3 limbs, swinging his mace along the ground followed up by his tail. Hopefully Almann has better luck*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann would turn sideways once more to make himself a smaller target, transferring the dagger to his left hand and facing his right side towards the elf._\n\n_Almann continues to move forward nonetheless._" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The lean elf would leap surprisingly high, though he was the leaner one of the group, and jump onto Idrid's back, escaping both his fail and mace swing. He would pull out two stilettos and attempt to bring them down into Idrid's neck where the dents were, denting them even further but still not piercing through. He would click his tongue irritation but would look down on you smirking*\n\n\"Well would you look that? You make for a fine horse after all\"\n\n*Almann would turn sideways and cause the arrow aiming for his leg to zip past him, but the one aimed for his chest would hit his shoulder. Thankfully it was reinforced with his earth macen heritage but it hurt like hell, but it would seem the bone prevented the poison from entering his bloodsteam. Almann would now be in melee range except the barrier would still be in the way, blocking him from attacking for now. The eared elf would look irritated but seeing how you couldn't reach him just yet due to the barrier, he would fire 2 more arrows at this near point-black range, one for Almann's eye and another for his throat*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann had to think fast, he couldn't move out of the way with his body... He'd have to shift his head maybe? Perhaps he could make it in time..._\n\n_Almann curls his head down with his chin stuck to his chest, and the top of his head facing the big eared elf in addition to curling his back slightly forward to lower his head a small bit. Macen bones are strong after all. He backs away and takes the arrow out of his shoulder while doing this._" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The elf forgot one thing. Idrid has a tail. It would rise up and stab the elf's groin, reinforced by steel skin. His right hand lets go of his mace and attempts to grab the stunned elf*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Almaan would dip his head-in and tilt it forward at the last second. It would keep the arrows from his his vitals but the arrows would hit the top of his head and and forehead accordingly. His head would feel tremendous pain as the arrow sunk into the bone and to say the least they would certainly leave scars. Also unlike his shoulder which had extra bone protruding outside of his skin, these arrows would make contact with his bloodstream and he would feel the top portion of his head/face start to feel tingly. However the barrier would finally be down and Almann would be able to pull out the arrow from his shoulder. The eared elf seeing that the barrier was now gone, would now opt for melee, putting away his bow and pull out two daggers and rush toward Almann*\n\n*The elf didn't seem to forget that Idrid had a tail, though he would be surprised about the coordination Idrid would have despite being dizzy and nauseated to attempt to hit something he couldn't see. However, it was because of this that the elf would have more than enough time to jump off Idrid's back and out of his arms' and tail's reach before running around with his quick body to attempt to stab Idrid's eyes through the armor slits with the stilettos*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the elf jumps off of his back, Idrid grabs his mace again. He stands up and swings his mace to the left before bringing upwards above his head, before bringing it down.*\n```Was supposed to gain mana the turn before, 5 regained, 10/80 remaining```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann grabs both arrows with his right hand and rips them out. Damn that hurt. Good thing he had his booze._\n\n_Almann grabs another steel dagger from his robe and runs to meet the big eared elf in combat. He waits to get close to the elf, only to throw his torn robe top straight at him in an attempt to distract him for a moment._" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The lean elf being quicker than Idrid would slide under his swing to the left, and dive out of the way as he brings it down. The elf would let out a sigh realizing this was going to be a tiresome battle where either the elf slipped up and got crushed by a heavy blow, Idrid's defenses' whittle down to the point of defeat. However the elf knew that the spell Idrid used wouldn't last forever. Thus he opted to keep on moving staying far enough from Idid's reach to give him enough time to react and dodge if necessary. Once the spell ran out, he would return to the offense once more*\n\n\"Let's see how long you can keep this up you giant lizard\" *He would taunt*\n\n*Almaan would be in tremendous pain from all the wounds he had accumulated as he pulled the arrows out he would feel the poison activating and his upper-face would lose sensation, causing his eyelids to droop and cover his eyes, blinding him. He would still be able to throw his robe and hear the elf take a moment to rip through it, but couldn't see anything to take advantage of it.*\n\n*Almann would feel death approaching. If he didn't take advantage of this moment right now, with his current injuries and lack of sight, he would be finished. Almann would likely be envious of the eared elf and how good his hearing was, but would be too proud to admit it. Rather he would force himself to be better than that damn elf, he wasn't going to let his lack of sight be the end of him. Thus, he would put all his focus solely on his sense of hearing. Perhaps by some miracle or raw dedication, he would then be able to make out the general direction of the elf and how he was moving by the sound of his footsteps and the robe being torn. He just might be able to take advantage of this after all*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"You test my endurance. You will not live to see the end of it.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*This battle was taking a while. The elf was far more agile than he, but his armor had defended him for a while. This needed to end. All he needed was the elf to slip up once. He rose up to his full height, and readied his shield and mace*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Come at me, puny elf\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Sound. Sound? He could hear it. He'd outdo them in everything. He'd surpass them all to protect the ones he wished to protect. This elf would be the first of many in his way..._\n\n_His eyelids wont open. No problem. Calm breathing and concentration. The booze was able to slow his heart rate enough to make hearing the footsteps of the elf easier. Good._\n\n_He'd take advantage of the elf, he thinks he has the upper hand, but Almann will know when he's coming. He stumbles back, just to create an effect of helplessness, and waits for the opportunity to strike._" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The leaner elf would smirk, seeing that Idrid's steel skin would have now worn off and charges forward, sliding between Idrid's lets as he had now gotten up and attempts to thrusts both stilettos into his Achilles heel where there was a gap in the armor*\n\n\"You've asked for it!\" \n\n*The eared elf would run forward and Almaan could hear a something, likely his dagger flying for his neck while the elf himself seemed to be lunging forward aiming for your gut, but you can tell he has focused solely on going on the offense having fallen for your act*\n\n\"This is the end macen! You had your chance to live as a slave, now you may die a free animal!\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann could roughly remember how tall the elf was. Judging how by close he is, he could figure out where to hit him. First was the knife flying towards his neck though..._\n\n_Almann drops the knives in his hands, and uses his right hand as a shield for his neck (keeping it a good 2-3 inches from the skin). He uses his left hand/forearm to intercept the dagger going for his gut. Hopefully the bastard's dagger goes into and through his hand._\n\n_If the dagger goes into his left hand, he'd use the moment to headbutt the big eared elf if he is within range._" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the elf slides between his legs, the elf may have slipped up. As the elf slides, Idrid's tail lashes out, intercepting the elf mid-slide by the neck, wrapping around it and lifting the elf up and away from his body*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Almaan would feel the dagger sink into his right hand that was aimed for his throat, having positioned it just in time. The gut thrust would also pierce his left arm. His body was in pain and frankly his body was a complete mess. The boss seriously didn't send enough people for this operation, but at least you were getting the chance to kick some elf ass. You couldn't see the elf's expression but you got the feeling he was surprised and as you thrust your head forward you would hear a loud crack from both of your skulls as you both fall to the ground. Almann would start feeling himself losing conscious again, but not from the poison, but rather exhaustion and pain. He could only hope his last blow was enough to take down the elf at least as his mind drifted away into nothingness* \n\n*The lean elf would slice both of Irdid's achilles tendon causing his legs to buckle in on themselves, but the elf did in fact slip up as he had though Idrid would flinch from the pain instead of remain on the offense and would thus have his neck wrapped up by his tail and be lifted from the ground. The lean elf would not go up helplessly though, seeing the situation, he would would start thrusting the stilettos between the gaps on his tail in an attempt to weaken the muscles*" } ]

[ { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"I had told you. You will not live to see the end of my resolve\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*With that, Idrid grabs the elf by the head. Performing the same move, he slams the elf again and again into the ground, until he is no more. Rage filled every blow, rage for the elves' haughtiness, rage for his enslaved kind.*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"You call us inferior, yet you are the one to fall!\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_So tired. But it was worth it. He could hear Idrid slam the last one into the ground. The fuckers are done for. It was a four on two and we defeated them. Damn I really need a drink..._" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Idrid's tail would partially go limp due to some of the poison that remained in the stilettos, forcing him to let go of the elf in the middle of his barrage before he could fully cave the head in, but the elf was clearly out cloud. Looking over to Almann's fight Idrid would see both the elf and Almann lying on the ground with blood dripping from their foreheads. It would seem the two of you finally wo- the eared elf's ears would suddenly twitch and you would see him slowly raise his head looking a bit dazed. Almann delivered a heavy blow, but it seemed the leader elf was a bit hardier than one would of thought.*\n\n*The elf would look over to Almann's and spit on his unconscious face. He would then pull out his dagger and gouge out Almann's right eye smirking all the while*\n\n\"Cut my eyes will you? Let's see how you enjoy losing your eyesight you pathetic worthless macen! You're lucky that blind slaves don't sell well, otherwise I would take both of them... Now then...\" *He would then turn to face Idrid who was around 200 ft away and start to walk toward him, still a bit disoriented from the headbash*\n\n\"You're next you damn croc!\"*He would shout out*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"You would use arrows? What happened to your 'superiority?' What makes you need to use a bow like a coward?\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid would stand still, as he pretty much has no choice. The elf doesn't need to know this though. All he needed to do was get a grip on him, and he would win. As the elf got in range, he could feel his mana coming back. He really should learn some healing magic. Perhaps killing the elves would help him.*\n```Forgot 5 mana again, +35 from 14 turns, 50/80 mana remaining```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann wasn't going to get up. He couldn't. He was too tired. Everything hurt. His right eye... He can't see out of it._\n\n_He pulls the daggers out of his hand and arm, wincing for each. He puts his hand up to his right eye. It's gone. His eye is gone. Damn elf..._\n\n_He could only blame himself for being so weak. Idrid had to do all the heavy lifting while Almann stalled. It seemed like he would have to take out the last elf too. Hopefully he stunned the bastard enough to give Idrid an easier time. He'll have to make up for the eye somehow. The elves of the steppes were said to be able to hear the swaying of a blade of grass half a kilometer away. He should do the same. To outdo the high elf bastards at their own game. He needed to. For their sake._\n\n_Almann grabbed the waterskin out of his left pocket and takes a few good swigs. He looks over to Idrid blocking the attacks of the elf. He couldn't get over there could he? Maybe he could crawl, and get close enough to fire off a Bronze Lance? He'd have to try._\n\n_Almann slowly crawls his way closer to the big eared elf, perhaps in vain._" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The elf would chuckle at Idrid's taunt, as even though the elf didn't know why Idrid wasn't moving, it would be odd for anyone to stand still in combat, especially if they didn't have any ranged weapons. Granted the croc might have some magic but even if he did it would just reinforce the point of staying away. And if he didn't well, the elf would grin, that meant he had all the time in the world to pelt away at the croc and watch him slowly die being powerless to do anything against it. Thus he would simply taunt Idrid back* \n\n\"All bark and no bite? Well guess that is a given since only your words can reach me now. Meanwhile my arrows can still reach you...\" \n\n*The elf would then pull back and let loose 2 arrows for Idrid's eyeslits. Almann would slowly crawl forward, being ignored by the eared elf who was 100 ft away from him. Almann would only really get one shot if he attacks, cus if he missed, no... If he didn't finish the elf with it, the elf would finish him with his arrows. It would be up to him to decide if and or when he would counter-attack.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The shield was still on his left arm. This would take a while. The arrows would clang against his shield. The Achilles' tendon rip meant that he couldn't walk, but he could hobble slightly. He would attempt to move forward, ignoring the immense pain in his ankle, and moving forward very slowly*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann stops. If he goes further he'd be heard. Almann lies on his stomach, with watery blood leaking out of his mouth. Looks like the stab to his stomach hadn't closed..._\n\n_He slides his right arm forward, putting his palm towards the elf and supporting the arm with his left. He takes deep breathes to slow his heart-rate and arm movement. He puts the elf's torso between his forefinger and thumb. Another deep breath. He'd wait until the elf draws another arrow back, and he'd fire. He needs that elf's concentration away from his hearing and more on his sight..._\n\n```Almann waits until the elf draws another arrow to let loose a 'Bronze Lance' at the torso of the elf. This cost Almann 15 mana.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The elf had the advantage of still being able to walk and would start moving backwards to keep his distance from Idrid's slow crawl. The arrows would clang off Idrid's shield, but the elf would simply start moving to the side to get a harder angle for Idrid to block against. *\n\n*The elf would start to pull back and the arrow would become very hard to see, but just as he does so a splurge of blood pours from his mouth. He would slowly turn his head down to his chest only to see the tip of a bronze lance sticking out of it. His head would slowly turn behind him with eyes bloodshot and filled with burning hatred and disdain before falling onto his knees and then onto the ground, unmoving.*\n\n*At long last, it would Almann and Idrid had finally taken care of the elven hunters. All that would be left was to bring the 'prey' over to the female messenger. It had only been a 3 minute run but carrying the bodies in their conditions would likely result in 30 minutes, if the two of you even have the stamina to do so. But at least there was no rush*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann would attempt to sit up wiping off his face with his hand. Spit. That's what it was. It wasn't blood, spit. Glad the fucker is dead._\n\n_He turns towards the slaves in the cart. What would they do about them? Seems like the boss doesn't want them, so they'll let them go. Under normal circumstances slaves caught were property either way. He'd figure that Idrid wouldn't take to kindly to that, and seeing as they were caught by elves it was only the better thing to undo what they did._\n\n_Almann turns back to Idrid._" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"Put up a fight didn't they?\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Aye. I'm going to free them now. Run wild my brethren. Let chains never bind you again.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He smashes the lock using his mace*" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"Hey Idrid, search their cart for some booze. You must be hurting like hell too.\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"We should bring the bodies together now. Break their legs as well.\" *He turns to Almann* \"I will be fine. I don't drink\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann laughs. He didn't strike him as the type anyways. But first..._" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"If you'll just give me a moment Idrid...\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann goes and picks up Anat, sheaths the blade, and gathers some grasses and twigs around his horse. He takes out his flint and a steel dagger. It didn't take long for the horse to catch flame. He drips some of his blood into the flames of his dead horse, and moves back to gather the bodies._\n\n_He grabs the big eared one and lean one by the collars. Damn they're heavy... But not heavy enough for him to drag back to the female macen..._" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"I'll be going ahead...\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"I'll drag them and catch up to you\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He picks up the scholarly one, his face smashes and messed up, and the muscled one, his head caved in*\n\n*He drags them to the body area, slowly*\n\n*The legs crack like sticks as Idrid snaps them. No more moving for them*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Look at them. 'Superior beings' They're as fragile as spun glass.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann looks back and laughs._" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"All enemies shall be humbled at the end of the day. Nothing is more powerful than the will of the oppressed Idrid. Remember that. When the dust settles, the high elves will be the outcasts, and these plains shall be free to roam for the steppe elf hordes of Moluinwur and the beastkin tribes of North Pachisunia.\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"All shall be free to roam one day. No more chains, no more slaves. In the end, the elves will bow to the might of us. They shall bow before true strength. We shall beat them with the very chains they bound us in\"" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"You think the boss sent us on a death mission? I'm willing to bet silver that the female macen says she didn't expect us to come back alive, sounds like something the bitch would say, eh?\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"It doesn't matter. To me, it means getting stronger. The chains that once bound me are my weapons\" *He points to his mace and armor* \"This includes magic. Magic the elves use shall be used against them. I can feel it coursing through my veins.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann points to his new eye hole_" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"...Or being chained does not mean one's spirit is broken. It merely toughens it for the next fight.\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Hmmm. I like that. You'll find something for your eye\" *He pats him on the shoulder*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*It would be a long trek as the two of you drag the bodies of the elves back to the starting location. The eared and muscular elf's corpses would be the heaviest while scholar and lean elf's bodies were the lightest. It would be exhausting, and on the trek Idrid would feel the gaze of 'predators' eyeing your 'prey', but since Idrid was still pretty huge, they would thankfully leave the two of you alone. You both would eventually reach the female and she would be giggling as you two approached.*\n\n\"Well then, it seemed I sent two men on a mission and got in total 1 man back. Had a rough time?\" *She would ask with a grin*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann grins back_" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"Rough time? Could you tell? I'll show you a rough time.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_He throws the bodies at here feet wiping his hands off on his trousers_" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid dumps the bodies in front of the blond woman. He kicks them too. Stupid elves*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Don't drag them by the legs. They may break\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*She would eye Almann up and down and would flash a smile*\n\n\"Would you now? I mean I don't mind men with scars. They tend to be experienced and have a sort of char-\" \n\n*Then she would see Almann toss the bodies infront of her and she would look a bit disappointed. \n\n\"-oh, that's what you meant. Shame...\" *She would then look over to Idrid's catch and nod*\n\n\"Good haul, didn't expect anything less for two strong men. 2 dead, 2 alive, 18 gold total.\" *She would pull out a pouch and count out the coins and place it infront of the two of you*\n\n\"Split it as you wish. Can I assume you freed the captured 'animals'? Not that it matters since I will be heading there to clean up, but wanted to make sure someone else didn't take them if I find them empty. The boss wouldn't be too pleased about that\"" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"Now, now. You can interpret what I said _however_ you want.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann winks with his one eye and turns to Idrid._" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"I think you deserve most of the gold bud, I'd be happy with whatever you deem fair, since you took out 3/4 of them.\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Of course I freed them. What do you think I do?\" *He turns to Almann* \"I had planned on taking 3/4 of the pay. However, I have a deal for you. Repair my armor and shield, and you get half\"" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"Sounds like a deal.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_He offers his hand_" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Idrid takes it and shakes it. This was a good man. Tough, too*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The female would giggle at Almann's reponse* \n\"Ah, then I will be sure to keep an eye out for you in the city when I am off duty. Could grab a drink and spend some 'quality' time together at a nearby inn\" *And would return the wink*\n\n*Hearing Idrid's response she would give thumbs up* \n\n\"Great, the boss figured as much. He knew you two would be great for the job, even if it would prove a bit challenging. That being said, can we assume you are willing to take jobs with us in the future?\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Sure. If it's anything similar to this\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*This would be perfect. Freeing slaves, killing elves* And *Getting paid? Perfect!*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_He beings the walk with his share of gold back to New Salvainia, he needs to get to his shop to repair Idrids stuff after all_" }, { "author": "Almann", "message": "\"We'll have to go back to my shop with my tools. I only have field tools on me at the moment. I'll fix them up there.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The female would nod, pleased to your responses and would head in the direction of the caravan to commence the clean up*\n\n__**Quest Complete**__\n4 pp rewarded" } ]

[ { "author": "ibyte.png", "message": "\"I see no reason to live your life as if it was war, regardless of position. A life as a lord is bittersweet with more opportunities to make it sweet than one might assume. It's no wonder you don't see yourself as *Charming*.\" Oceal experiences while being with his own family allowed him to see the worst and also the best, while he never wishes to go back, he also would never forget his roots; he understands the life he lives was something most people could never reach.\n\nOceal has yet to travel deeper into the city since he has no necessity to do so, most of his job offering were in nearby taverns that were in the outskirts of the town to less drive attention to himself... At least that was before he was hired by the ambassador. So seeing so many beastkin in one place was something that was almost unnerving, however what really made him the most uncomfortable was the high class district he was heading into. Guess he should be expecting more of this lifestyle now that he's apart of an entire operation. \nHe followed only a few steps behind, feeling the exterior of each building them pass by until he reaches Ashnard's quarters. Where he walks in with little hesitation, secured inside and before he knew it. The once curious look he held quickly faded as he examined every new feature. He might not know the landwalkers habits but even he is aware of what is considered normal when it come to physical body.\n\nHowever to assume people held no secrets would be asking for too much, he took a hold of the wine a took a long sip as if he's trying to use the wine as a way to process everything, \"Yes, I was born into nobility if that's the answer you're looking for. A noble title that I despised the more I grew, and a title I lost a while go\", He gulped down the rest and placed the empty glass on the table, giving a long sigh before answered the Lord's question. \"I don't crave to have anything back... To be frank, I'm still trying to find what to fight for. Better than to hope for a stray arrow.\" \n\n\"Is your whole... Disguise something you only hold in public? Or do you just show anyone that has entered your home.\"" }, { "author": "valethros", "message": "\"Life is always a war,\" The hound Lord refuted bluntly. \"Not all wars are fought with spears or blades either; some are fought with quills and veiled words, and won with deceit. Those who would convince themselves of being at peace grow complacent, easy targets ripe to use... Or dispose of,\" He added, giving Oceal a dark look. \"Nobles are particularly susceptible to that. Comfort and privilege can be useful tools, yes, but for those noble who would overindulge, they are no better than *Poison.*\"\n\nHe moved past Oceal, carrying his glass alongside him before seating himself in an armchair next to the hearth. A flick of his tail invited the shark wordlessly to join him on another similar seat across him. Ashnard removed one leather glove and placed his paw over the dried firewood. Lines of scarlet runes revealed themselves, traced upon the fur of his hand as though grafted by sorcery. Warmth coursed through his blood and willed outward through his palm, until the pile of woods one by one were set ablaze. The hound promptly withdrew his arm once the fire was set, and at a glance, one could see that part of his hand was malformed; with stygian, crimson-tipped claws and charred fur before putting his glove back on.\n\n\"Those who share my affliction are often terrified by the fire. Some will even avoid sunlight in fear of its warmth burning them. Fear can be eluded or denied... Or it can be confronted, and eventually, wielded.\"\nHe took a measured swig of his glass, taking the moment to savour as the liquor burned its way down. \n\"I can tell parting from your former life was not a wholly pleasant ordeal. It is as difficult as one might think to find a cause above the surface; dying for a cause is the easy part. But *Living* For a cause? That is the real challenge. And I have no intention of hiding behind my men and let them die for me.\"\n\nAshnard ground his teeth as he looked intently at the shark, trying to gauge his reaction from body language alone. Admittedly, it was proving a challenge thanks to the relatively alien nature of deep-sea tretons. \n\"My disguise spares me from undesired attention in public. I only show my true form to those I wish to trust... Or the ones I am about to kill. So which one will it be for you, Oceal?\"" }, { "author": "ibyte.png", "message": "The shark shook his head lightly, perhaps his spoiled life tainting his views in life but yet he explains, \"Life is more complex than that, It is a struggle for sure and in most days... A contradiction.\" His own dark eyes locked onto each individual feature of the canine in front of him, from the runes on its arms to the sharp claws that he got nothing more than a glimpse of, he continues, \"... Struggle is '*To strive for something in spite of resistance*' or something like that. Some struggles are inherited. It is your inheritance and your life choices that make it your personal struggle.\"\n\nHe let out a deep breath, sheepishly looking out at a closed window before adding on to Ashnard's perspective \"In hindsight, its a slow war that always holds one factor, you. And in order to move forward... Another *Struggle*.\"\n\"No, I was no fan of my loss in my billet but it was my choice and I'm living it's result... Which is being here. I just prefer a different perspective, where life is more than struggle and contradiction. I look for beauty in everything, even land... Even if it's temporary.\"\n\nOceal then took a seat right across from Ashnard, one is at a constant fight while the other looks for the best regardless of situation. \n\n\"I enjoy being able to commune with someone that's first instinct isn't to jump me or assume I'm food. I also hold no intentions to harm you in any way, Lord Ashnard.\" He didn't feel the pressure of a threat present but his heart raced and his breathing only because of his response. With his finger, he traced the gold that perfectly surrounded the crystalline right on his collarbone, \"Right here, It's right on my windpipe. Breaking this would have me suffocating in seconds.\" The attire was practically made for it, like the gold around the crystal was a target signalling that the crystal was a bullseye. \"I leave myself vulnerable a lot, I don't know why either... '*The stay arrow*' maybe. Even know that I want to make a difference into the land... This mission might be it.\"\n\nHe then intently stared at Ashnard, \"*Perhaps I just like playing with fire.*\"" }, { "author": "valethros", "message": "\"Struggle, conflict, war; one can call them what he will. In the end, all of them are the same side of a coin. A man either fights in life, or he doesn't. A man chooses between motion and change, or he chooses stagnation. A man chooses to *Live*, or merely pretend to,\" The hound lord retorted, baring a sharp gaze.\n\"Such is the Old Way that was once sacred to my people. Alas, many seem to have forgotten. Silnarians and Mentians led them astray, offering false titles and amenities. Many were tempted; they chose fleeting comfort over hardship. They will be reminded of their folly... Or they will fall in their ignorance, by my hand.\"\n\nA gust of wind outdoors blew past, knocking the wooden shutters of Ashnard's only room window shut. With no more sunlight coming through and the hearth flickering, the hound Lord's visage changed; darkened, melding into the shadow until telling him apart from the darkness was a challenge in itself.\n\"I would not jump to conclusions that quickly if I were you, at least when it comes to one's instincts. There is another part to my affliction, you see...\"\n\nIn a flick of motion, silent as a shadow and completely unseen, Oceal can feel the hound's claws tracing between his crystalline, close enough where one pluck could end him. Ashnard's crimson gaze weighed on him, unblinking and assessing. \n\"And so, here we are. You know my worst bane, and I know yours.\" A snort escaped him, with a hint of mirth.\n\"You had better armour yourself before we depart. Don't want anyone plucking your crystal thinking it's a precious stone, do we?\"\n\nThe canine tilted his head curiously as his fingers traced past Oceal's crystalline, upwards on his clavicle and soldiers until they reached the side of his neck. Underneath rough scales, the shark's blood could be felt pumping intensely to his touch. \n\"This is a dangerous game we'll be playing. There is no certainty in war, all of us will be dancing with death at every turn, and yet... Nothing will ever make a man feel more *Alive*..\"\nAshnard smiled in the dark, baring his fangs. \n\"But I meant I said. I do want you to lay down your life for me... Only your *Blood*.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "valethros", "message": "\"I beg to differ...\" Ashnard cooed as he indulged himself in another hearty sip of wine.\n\"There is darkness in every man; some simply conceal or deny it more than others. It is a poison, coursing through their veins, one that takes many forms. Pride or anger, guilt or doubt...\" \nUnblinking and intrigued, he stared through Oceal's white pupils, as though seeking the answer. \n\"Perhaps I will taste your poison for myself before this night is over.\"\n\nHe finished the glass of wine with a long sip, savouring its warm sensation before standing back on his feet. With a flick of his paw, Ashnard signalled the shark to follow through. He glanced over Oceal's neck, then toward the bed. \n\"You can trust me. Simply ease yourself, and lie down on your back. It is customary to bite on the neck, but you may choose a different part to take your blood from,\" The hound offered, a vague smile on his lips. And there came his leathery pads again, brushing at the shark's neck and muzzle, grinding softly against the coarse scales.\n\n\"Admittedly, I've yet to try... Fish,\" He muttered with a light growl. \"But I am hopeful that would be an acquired taste at the very least...\"" }, { "author": "ibyte.png", "message": "Oceal only looked away for a moment, *He's right...*, to each their one dark secret, Oceal has just gone so far as to convince himself. Now he'd become just what Ashnard's seeks to take advantage of, people willing to die for a heroic title, like he is looking for salvation... He let the thought linger around for only a few moments before returning to meet with the beasts eye. \"Avoid around the gills...\"\n\nHe waited a soldier second before standing up himself, and finding himself in the main bedroom. A whole bedroom for Oceal to feel at ease, he looked over at Ashnard, \"I suppose I can trust you to know that when I'm on my back, I get very... Sensitive, very open, yet very calm.\" Oceal took a seat on the side of the bed closer to Ashnard, wave his tail big enough to dangle off the other end of the bed. \"It makes it very hard to... *Resist*. Be gentle.\"\n\nHe adjusted a pillow, grabbed a second pillow and placed it atop the other one before finally laying himself down onto the bed. Letting himself sink in, making sure his dorsal fin is not uncomfortable. The mixture the wine and rush of ecstasy from his immobility made for a far more relaxed state that even Oceal isn't too used to. He was barely able to return the brawny comment, nothing but deep breaths and quiet grunts. Unable to form words he remains down on the bed with little worry. *Trust...*" }, { "author": "valethros", "message": "Ashnard needed no verbal confirmation that his words rang true to the shark; Oceal's body language told him all that he needed to know. *What deep, dark secrets lurk beneath the surface?* The hound Lord had a hunch he would be finding out sooner than later. Luckily, the shark had proven more than amiable; a trusty lieutenant that's not impossible to mould for his needs. Just the type of companion he needed for such an arduous quest. \n\n\"I shall keep that in mind... For more situations than one. I can be *Very* Careful with my fangs...\" Ashnard promised as he gave Oceal the room to grow comfortable. Eventually, he joined as well, seated cross-legged next to the shark, waiting. Fingertips gently traced their way across Oceal's neck, until the beast's muzzle began to lower. \n\nBefore the shark even realised what was going on, Ashnard's fangs closed on his neck, past the coarse scales. Like it had been promised, there was the sudden sting of pain, albeit a short-lived one. Warm venom coursed through the shark's veins, and lifeblood coursed out of them, until all his senses blurred... In ecstasy." } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel walked about the outskirts of the Capitol, straying away from the center of activity amongst the land of beastkins. It wasn't typical for an Elf to show their face here, but with the pig mask he wore, one might suppose he found a loophole to that unspoken rule. Only recently had he left the lands of Mentia to make progress further west and only recently had the war amongst the lands left behind decided to broaden their efforts. Terrel cared little for it however, decidedly doing his own thing while Mentia decided to tear itself apart. He had other plans in mind. The Elf would tug his red cloak close to him, occasionally getting glances from the beastkins he didn't manage to avoid under the fading light of the sun, but he was used to it. Too used to it.*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*Sat on a fence just at the edge of town, Sivne was reading over a map and chomping on an apple. Her gear was placed at her feet as she alternated between trying to figure out her route from here and watching as people walked by. She spotted Terrel as he was walking by, quite obviously staring as she loudly ate her fruit.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would find himself turning his head towards the sound, noticing the Brayer staring over at him from where she sat upon the fence. Another Brayer. Though he never truly had a thing against beastkin, it would be a lie to say that he had the best history with Brayers. Mainly from hired work to kill one ending in near disaster amongst his group. Most others he's met didn't seem so bad though. He held her gaze for a while, a brief moment of silence passing between them before he'd finally ask:*\"Are we having a stare off or something?\"*There was a casualness to his low voice, hinting at his lack of seriousness in meeting someone new out here.*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*Sivne let out a short, chuckle as she sat upright, folding up her map and tossing the apple core out into the field.* \"Bah. Mm. No. I was trying to figure out that mask. Why are you wearing that thing? Someone might try to kill you and roast you.\" *She found it quite amusing. She pocketed her map and stood up.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would open his mouth as if to deny that being true only for it to dawn on him that he was in fact in a nation full of beastmen and stereotypical carnivores. He'd close his mouth once more, deciding to rethink that before saying:*\"It's just a look mainly, worked as a pretty nice disguise the last time I visited so I figured why not give it a try again?\"*The answer was only half true, though one can only hope a person wouldn't be so desperate as to hunt down the masked wearer for the sake of him looking like a pig, albeit a very odd one knowing how most didn't stand on two legs.*\"Is it working?\"*He'd decide to ask her.*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"Is it working? Mmm. Sure, it got me hungry. So you need a disguise? What for?\" *She stretched her arms behind her head and let out a grunt, she'd clearly been sat there for too long.* \"Sivne, mercenary from the federation. So what are you, a pig man or a boar man?\" *She picked her things up from the ground and reattached them to herself.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Not what I was going for, but I guess I can't argue with it being effective.\"*He'd say in response to her statement before deciding to answer her question.*\"Something about elves and beastkin not always getting along.\"*Terrel would wave off the idea as if it hardly mattered to him and was simply an excuse.*\"The reason for wearing it has little to do with that though. I wear this everywhere anyways just for the sake of it. Name's Terrel. Mercenary, but that's about how far that title goes. You can consider me either. I've already been called every word related to swine before.\"*He'd watch her gather her things for the moment, assuming she must have either been new to the place or planning on traveling with the map she had.*\"A traveling Mercenary, I presume?\"*He'd ask her.*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"Looking for work. Been looking for people in Mentia to talk to about signing on for some army or looking for a company needing new recruits.\" *She nodded a little and crossed her arms.* \"You with a company yourself?\" *She glanced around, being aware of her surroundings. She didn't exactly feel at home here.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Can't say I have.\"*He'd answer.*\"Not that I care much for the war efforts. There's no amount they could pay me that I couldn't get myself from simply being a nuisance to them.\"*A light chuckle would escape him at the thought.*\"I'd rather see what becomes of it after they're done destroying each other, but I wouldn't doubt there being others out for personal gain in Mentia. I've been told of some Mercenaries simply taking opportunity in raiding the countries. Who knows, maybe you can find someone for hire amongst those groups that don't mind picking a side. That is... If you even have a side in mind?\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"Whichever side pays the most, honestly. I don't really care what's going on there. It's just business. What are they fighting over anyway? Some stupid Macen customs and traditions or something probably, always is.\" *She itched the base of her horn, snorting.* \"You don't look like a local here, what brought you in? Didn't think there'd be much mercenary work for your kind here.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Power? Governmental issues? Who knows? Some people are just ambitious and come to learn that the one universal language is violence which seems to work well enough in some cases.\"*He'd decide to walk over to her, closing the awkward gap between the two for the sake of continuing the conversation. Terrel would lean back against the fence she was originally on, deciding to get comfortable while he'd idly make note of just how much daylight would be left before the sun would inevitably disappear over the horizon.*\"I'm traveling west for, let's just say business purposes. Mercenary work around this area isn't a major concern of mine. I have reason to believe they'd be investing more funds into the war itself than the Mercenaries who decide to put their life on the line for a quick buck. Probably why some have resorted to just taking advantage of it and doing their own thing.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"West? Of here? What, heading into the federation? Nothing else west of here, not much much coin to be made either.\" *She trotted even closer to him before she leaned back against the fence.* \"South east is where the money is. Mmh. From here at least.\" *Her eyes flicked over him, appraising him once more, trying to figure out just what he was really.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sure.\"*He'd say, despite the answer not really being true. If anything he probably wasn't even going to go through the federation with where he was planning on heading, but the Brayer didn't need to know that.*\"You're right. Southeast is where the money is.\"*He'd agree for different reason to her.*\"Might even find Mercenaries not yet caught up in the war to help there as well. Maybe I'll consider searching there as well someday.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"Mmmkf. So, do i get to see what's under the mask?\" *She said with a smirk, changing the subject.* \"You're either deformed or handsome, no middle ground. Which is it?\" *She seemed a bit more fidgety as she asked the question. She had her hands on the fence and was constantly moving closer to the fence and pushing herself away from it, as one does when bored or excited.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd eye her, raising an eyebrow quizzically at the sudden shift in topic accompanying her lack of being able to sit still.*\"No, but I'll leave that up to your imagination.\"*He would say.*\"I'm sure you've seen enough Silnaris to make a pretty accurate guess. Try not to break the fence in the process though.\"*Terrel would tilt his head down towards it as if forewarning of its stability not being enough for both of them.*\"I've met some who are very protective over their fences.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*She just assumed he was cracking a joke, letting out a little chuckle, thumbing at the side of her nose.* \"Bahhahah- You're funny. Break the fence..\" *She snorted.* \"Mmmmh. Come on, i want to know what's hiding under that mask. You got some third eye on your forhead? Bad tattoo? Has to be something.\" *She didn't fidget so much since he mentioned it.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"There is quite literally nothing significant about a face hiding behind a mask.\"*He'd say in a matter of fact tone.*\"In fact that would be the point of a mask anyways, but you seem to be a lot more creative. Not every mask has an entire tragic backstory behind it. At least not that often. It would be a bit cliche when you think about it.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"But you still won't show me. So there has to be some big mystery. Are you a prince of somewhere? Bah, of course not, you wouldn't be talking to me if you were... Or are you?\" *It was a mixture of joking around and still trying to pry him out of that mask. She always seemed in good spirits throughout their chat though.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Sivne's consistent attempts on trying to guess something that wasn't there, Terrel would decide to play along with it.*\"Yes. I'm a prince of a country far away from here that no one knows of, but trust me it's real.\"*He'd say to her, his naturally monotone voice making it sound more sarcastic than he was trying to come off.*\"To reveal my face would practically be a death sentence. There are assassins everywhere after all.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"Uh-huh? I guess you need a bodyguard? Mmmh. Buy me a castle and a husband and i'll keep you safe, little prince.\" *She chuckled and slapped his arm playfully. It certainly wasn't a girly slap though, she was well over 7ft tall and muscular afterall.* \"You're funny.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I don't think either of those pertain to the job of being a bodyguard.\"*He'd say back only to find himself getting slapped in the arm with more force than he was expecting from the brief moment he had to react.*\"Ow.\"*He'd say. Terrel wasn't one who couldn't take a simple slap, after all he had fought a Brayer that seemed to be so good at boxing, the air itself would attack the Silnaria. Though it did hurt more in him not being ready for it. What is it with Brayers?*\"I'm sure there are funnier things out there than a regally dressed pig needing a bodyguard from assassins.\"*He would think about what he just said for a moment.*\"Never mind, that's pretty funny.\"*Terrel would say with a chuckle.*\"You're better off trying to become a noble if a castle and husband is what you want though.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"Eh-eh-eh.\" *She let out a slow laugh at that notion, waving it off.* \"Do i look like a noble to you? I suppose i could throw a warband together and conquer some part of mentia like they did here in Kadrush. I'd make a.. Mmf... Would i be bad.. Mmh. No, i would be. Kadrush is a stupid place that shouldn't exist anyway.\" *She said as she went off on a little rant, definately wasn't from here.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd look her up and down at the question, deciding she probably didn't want a literal answer.*\"I wouldn't associate Kadrush with nobility, but I find the people here a lot more easier to bear with in comparison to other nations so, might not be such a bad idea to.\"*He'd say. The way she spoke about Kadrush as if she wasn't similar to those living around here reminded him much of himself with Silnaria. Funny how that worked out.*\"Mentia is already making it easier for you by fighting itself. Just need enough hands on deck to take advantage of it. It'll take a lot more to hold onto that many countries in Mentia though. Seems like everyone is after that land for some reason. May the largest or strongest group win in that sense I guess.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*She shook her head.* \"Our people are easy to get along with, sure. That doesn't justify this place though. Races are seperate for a reason, having our people rule over Macens isn't right. But hey, i'm just a mercenary.\" *She shrugged a little. She wasn't even slightly macenized, and her pro-segregation attitude confirmed the reason why.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Don't get too deep into the societal side of things.\"*He'd say to her.*\"Makes people think too deeply about something that hardly matters by the end of the day when you travel from place to place. Like questioning the ways of Lathians and the whole thing they have going on. I've stopped questioning that ages ago. Still don't understand them, but I've lost the ability to care. Being a Mercenary is just a way to be involved with everything without caring of what's going on. Wouldn't you say?\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"I'd rather fight for money abroad than stay home and help out. That doesn't mean I don't spend time thinking about things. Mpf.\" *She grunted and scratched the base of her horns.* \"You've seen it though. Our folk mix with the Macen, live with them, love them, then they start turning. They start looking more and more like them. It's just not natural for us and them to be in the same place like that. Bah.\" *She grumbled and looked around. It seemed like her opinions are mostly based on the fear of becoming different.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd scratch at the side of his face in thought of her explanation, trying to consider if he recalled such. Of course he's heard some cases of such and occasionally saw some Brayers that looked different from others, but he didn't have much experience in it.*\"Can't say I've seen much of it, but I can't say I've seen many beastkin on my travels compared to others. I'm guessing you must hate the idea of beastkins looking more human-like?\"*Terrel had more mixed feelings on it. Some part thinking it would be strange, the other thinking it would at least be cool in the moment.*\"Worried the same will happen if you hang around Macens for too long?\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"It takes someone strong willed to resist it. I don't know how you can wake up every day and see yourself changing in the mirror like that. And for what? To fit in with them? You can't have children with them. We were made to stick to our own kind, not marry ourselves off to macen noblemen.\" *This definately seemed like a sore spot for her, but one that got her talking passionately at least.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well a mask and a lot of clothing typically helps with that.\"*He'd jest. Of course he couldn't quite envision what the macenization process was actually like, but with that mindset he was sure she'd be fine.*\"You're strong willed enough aren't you? I'd say it's the last thing you'd have to worry of.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"I don't worry about myself, I know i'm strong enough, others are different. I've seen friends start to turn and forget about us, running off east to be with their macen lovers.\" *She let out a huff, itching behind her ear and shaking her head.* \"It's not natural. If it was natutal then macens and your people would start looking like us.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd offer a light shrug of his shoulders.*\"Maybe they do and we just don't notice. After all, they'd probably just look like any other beastkin. For all we know some of the beastkins here used to be Macen.\"*It was a silly thought, but anything could happen in a world of magic. It was a wonder how Macens alone held that much power to change another race's appearance.*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"No, no. The process is slow, you would see it. It only affects us, not them. It's something unnatural, has to be.\" *She grunted and leaned back against the fence.* \"Losing a friend in battle is one thing, but seeing them turn slowly and leave you is something else.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You sound as if you speak from experience.\"*He'd say, eyeing her. With the details she provided, either she had an extremely vivid thought process or had seen first hand what became of a person through the Macenization process. He couldn't imagine the change making them any different of a person though. People changed with magic all the time and they were still the same.*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"I do. There's two reasons why races stay apart, appearance and making children. When they start looking more like them than they do us, it gets in their head. And they were already weak willed to begin with.\" *It was clear to see that she was bitter about something that happened and it probably is the source of her rhetoric.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I've heard some cases of rituals allowing different races to have children. Before you know it, people will completely destroy the fabrics of nature. But I wouldn't doubt it with magic involved. Magic already messes with nature enough as it is.\"*He'd say, seemingly blunt about it despite the Brayer's disliking of the idea. Had to face facts someday.*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"Magic. Bah. It's all just wrong, people playing with fire that they don't understand. People crave too much power.\" *She grumbled, snorting.* \"You're not some mage are you? Know an awful lot about it.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You'd expect that of a Silnari wouldn't you?\"*He'd ask her with a hint of amusement in his tone.*\"Nah. I've stopped going to magic school ages ago. Can't say I learned too much from it, so now I just walk around swinging a sword everywhere I go.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"Left magic school to train with a blade instead. Mmmmmh. Respectable. I approve.\" *She gave a firm nod, a smirk crossing her face.* \"Silnari swordsman, who would've thought. If we ever cross paths again, we should spar.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"That would be a first.\"*Terrel would say in response. At her request of them sparring, he'd take a moment to think it over, eventually nodding in response.*\"In that case, try not to die in the war before then. I'll probably be back around here once I finish up with my own business.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"I'll be fine, always have been.\" *She pushed herself up off the fence and nodded, picking up her tower shield.* \"I should get going, got a long way to go. Mmh. Good luck with whatever you're doing out west, was fun talking to you.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd stand back upright as the Brayer would get up to get ready to leave.*\"Same to you. You'll still look the same when you come back around here right?\"*He'd tease, referencing their earlier conversation about Macenization.*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*She grumbled.* \"Mmff. Put me out of my misery if i look different, by all means.\" *She slung her shield over her back and nodded to him.* \"Be seeing you.\" *She said before turning to trot along.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Wouldn't be a spar anymore in that case.\"*He'd say with a chuckle to himself before turning away. Terrel was sure there were pretty simple ways to fix that though, but the Brayer will do whatever she wanted by the end of the day.*\"See ya.\"*With that he'd walk off, continuing his trip West across Kadrush.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel paced his way through the forested area of Kadrush, his journey through the country coming to a close end. His company had long since left him during the trip beyond the land of beastkins and ,knowing that most Silnari strayed away from this place, he figured it was probably for the best. Silnari and Beastkins weren't typically known for getting along, but in his time here, he supposed he's had better encounters than he had traveling through Silnaria at times. Perhaps it was coincidental or simply the fact that he found Beastkins easier to get along with than some of the more haughty Silnaris, but he wasn't going to stick around too long to find out.\n\nAs he walked, Terrel found himself, tugging back his long locks of pink hair, making it into an easier to manage ponytail for the time being until he eventually gets to his destination. A mask covered most of his face, giving it the appearance of a pig. It was a strange choice of attire, but at least from the neck down he seemed to be wearing more normal garb, aside from the red cloak that made it out to look more regal than it was. Why he wore it? Hard to tell at times really. He retained focus on what was on ahead, never too concerned of whatever roamed out in the forests with his history of encounters. What's the worst that could possible be out here anyways?*" }, { "author": "Ahto Salo", "message": "*Ahto carefully paced his way through the forests of Kadrush. It was still lands native to the beastkin, but he was far from family and friend by now. These unfamiliar territories had the Ursinoid wary of any and all sounds as he progressed further south.\n\nUnderneath his thick pelt of caution lay an almost childlike sense of wonder. As even though he knew of the risks and dangers going forth on his own, he was more than equipped for it.\n\nHis massive hulking frame, bolstered by a rudimentary yet practical brigadine left a rather imposing and dare say, intimidating sight to most who beheld this wayward wanderer. A sentiment that was boosted more so by the Greataxe he rested against his shoulder with one hand as he walked.\nHe wasn't expecting a fight, but his few hunts have taught him it's better to be over prepared than it is to be under.\n\nRegardless, he meant no harm to those he passed by, and so far on his journey nobody has meant him harm either, but deep within him laid a deep sense of dread as he knew at his current heading, he was bound for Warlord lands, and Upper Mentia.\n\n...That's where things will get tricky, but that was still some way away for him, for now, he was more than happy plodding through the forest with heavy footsteps.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel lifted his head up to the sound loud footsteps wandering through the forest, at first simply caught off guard by being jolted from his own thoughts from traveling in only silence up until this point.\n\nHis hand went for his Greatsword instinctively, though only resting on the hilt for the time being in trying to make himself more aware of his surroundings. It took a moment to pinpoint where the sound was coming from, but eventually his gaze found itself transfixed on the light glint of distant armor.\n\nIf not for seeing that first, the Silnari would have a had a hard time telling what on earth the person was as his figure became more apparent to Terrel. A bear beastkin. Bearskin? Ursine? Whatever it was, Terrel could say he had never seen one in person before, hardly knew they existed really in them looking no different than normal bears. Strange that it took him traveling through nearly the entirety of Kadrush to actually find one. And here he thought he's seen all the Beastkin.\n\nHe supposed he couldn't comment on how loud the man was with Terrel's own armor not making stealth the easiest thing even if it was what he was trying to do, but even despite being a beastkin, Terrel's Silnari side made it easy to tell that the man was in a battle of caution and battle from facial looks alone. Part of Terrel considered approaching him, though his own curiosity led him to simply watch armored bear with him not being aware of the Elf's presence it seemed.*" }, { "author": "Ahto Salo", "message": "*Ahto's eyes which were proportionally smaller than the rest of his body caught the sudden glimpse of something, nay, someone moving just within his peripheral vision as both of his ears arched forwards. He was listening, and as such he gripped his Greataxe with both hands, as he stopped walking to take in any sound, any scent, any sense.\n\nAfter a tense moment, the Ursinoid loosened his grip on his Greataxe but kept both hands on it for safe measure, and with a rather rough, low cough he'd seem to think for a second before an equally low-pitch voice came from Ahto.*\n\n\"I know someone's here, only those of ill repute need hide themselves.\" *The Ursinoids words were spoken in clear Silnarian, and his own phrasing left the impression he had nothing to hide, hence his boisterous manner whilst walking.\n\nYet, he did not know if the nearby individual was of a good heart, or of a more malevolent kind, yet he cared not, as he awaited a reply, a sound, anything.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A slight exhale was the first thing to be heard, one that seemed to carry sound of amusement to it.*\"And only those who walk with anxiousness find the need to announce their awareness of one's presence.\"*He said in turn, mimicking the way the Ursinoid phrased his words. Terrel's voice had a certain gruffness to it, one that few Fricharii seemed to gain alongside a their typical deeper pitch in comparison to other Silnaris. Not that his mask helped to support that fact.\n\nThe Elf moves past the partially concealing shrubbery, the much warmer colors of his own appearance easily contrasting the forest green that surrounded them. A face of a pig stared back at Ahto, rather blankly with how the mask appeared, but from what could be seen of his mouth, a slight grin seemed to take hold.*\n\n\"Can't save I've heard of many pig's with 'ill repute', but bears. Now that's another story.\"*He said with a chuckle. Terrel moved his hand away from his Greatsword, doubtful of Ursinoid going for him with his axe after he had gave Terrel the chance to explain himself.*" }, { "author": "Ahto Salo", "message": "*It took all but a second for the Ursinoid's head to immediately lock onto the direction of the voice, following Terrel's movements as they emerged. To Ahto, it was surprising to see a figure of somewhat equal height and musculature. Nevermind it being an Elf of all things.*\n\n\"Difference lays in the fact that I am not as bestial as the wild bears you see, we prefer to keep to ourselves away from everyone else. So I assure you that, an Ursinoid of ill repute is less likely than you'd think.\"\n\n*Ahto's response was one of personal experience and knowledge, besides being one himself he has more of an understanding regarding his own community than most outsiders ever would, as his body posture relaxed and he moved to rest his Greataxe by his shoulder again.*\n\n\"I did not expect to see someone of your equipment until I reached Mentia or the lands contested by the Warlords. What are you doing so far out here, if you don't mind my inquisitiveness?\"\n\n*Ahto's tone had matched his posture as his ears furled inwards. He was no longer needing to be as alert, but he was still holding some caution due to the nature of Terrel's equipment and gear. It's not everyday an 'adventurer' wanders almost aimlessly in equipment designed for an active warzone.\n\nOr at least he hopes that isn't the case, because despite his knowledge of the local territories, he lacked any geopolitical understanding such as rivalries. Call it naïveté, but he saw the opportunity to ask a question he never thought he needed an answer to, until now.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Making my great journey across Kadrush. What else?\"*He said, carrying a larger sense of casualness around the Ursinoid in comparison to how Ahto felt around him.*\"Can't consider myself much of a traveler if I haven't visited every part of Ramul Ta.\"*Of course that's as completely irrelevant to why he was actually here, but the truth behind didn't carry any more interest than the simple idea of him being a Silnari traveling through Beastkin lands.*\n\n\"Nothing too surprising though. Besides, war efforts have long escaped the borders of Mentia as far as I'm aware. Mercenaries gathering anywhere from the dead center to all the countries that surround it. Would have figured news spreading with Kadrush deciding to take part of it, but...\"*He gave a light shrug.*\"If you're just as disinterested in the politics of it as I am, I can see why you wouldn't expect it.\"\n\n*He walked over to a nearby tree, lightly leaning against it in figuring this for a small break in his travels for the time being.*\"So what's your story? Another person with the passion of traveling going out to explore?\"*Terrel asked, almost as if he had heard that story time and time again.*" }, { "author": "Ahto Salo", "message": "*Ahto let out a gruff and abrupt sigh, not knowing whether to trust the stranger in front of him, but seeing Terrel's more lax nature, he couldn't help but ease himself a bit as he listened to the answer and then reactionary question.*\n\n\"Sort of. Wanderlust in my case, I packed my stuff a while back, came from rural Anuishken. Sort of a pioneer for my kind having one just up and wander, but, I've always been the curious kind.\"\n\n*Ahto's words spoke true, almost as if he has had to say this before to passers by or whenever he's been stopped, as his eyes finally move away from Terrel for a moment.*\n\n\"Honestly not sure what my own end goal is, but I much prefer being out here than retained in my small commune, cutting down trees and hunting. Out here I can at least pursue my own interests, take up tasks where need be. Going by your reasons, you sound more than aware of that lifestyle, if I am to wager a safe guess.\"\n\n*The Ursinoid finally lowered the Greataxe, resting it against a tree as he crossed his arms, finally looking back to Terrel.* \"Although, I'm not dumb enough to think it's all going to be easygoing, hence the armour and axe. Further south I head, the more likely someone's going to try and rob me or worse, so I prefer to be prepared for just such an occasion.\n\nWho knows, might join up with a trading caravan as a guard, but as of current. I wander, putting my skills to use where need be.\" *Ahto sounded somewhat relieved, as though his explanation was also reminding himself why he was out this far from relative safety.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Beastkin nations, a land of disorganization and potential tribal feud. One could only imagine what goes on in the countryside of the anthropomorphic race that typically carried aggression to their name. However, this was exactly the place Terrel was looking for. He'd stand atop a small slope overlooking the small homes and buildings that made up the area, procrastinating in simply walking through. Beastkin and Elves didn't typically go well together, mostly due to their Lathian counterparts. Slavery, so to speak. It was a wonder how many must have found freedom to be able to develop such and still live among even the common nations that are typically more well known. Impressive to say the least.\n\nTerrel, himself, didn't have the best history with them either whether recent or distant which made it harder for him to socialize well with them. He never had anything against the group as a whole, though a select few tended to make his job harder than need be at times. His red cloak would flow gently in the breeze as he'd count down the time before he'd eventually begin making his way down the slope to the town. A pig mask obscured majority of his face. At least it brought some coverage to those who stared long enough, though it wasn't exactly easy for him to blend in too well with his attire and bright pink hair growing down to the regal cloak. His pointed ears were like a beacon if any, but fortunately for him it was easy to hide behind his long locks of hair. Not that he really made an attempt to, only an Elf had hair this colorful to say the least. He decided to ignore them however. He was simply here for business.*" }, { "author": "punished_deus_vult", "message": "A short ways down the hill from where the elf stood staring, a different story had begun to unfold. \n\nA stray beam of sunlight had found its way directly to the eyelid of a sleeping Brayer, who had specifically found a nice spot under the shade of a tall oak to *Avoid* Such intruding lights. \n\nBut... He thought, there could have been ruder ways to wake up. So after spending a few leisurely moments to blink all of the sleep out of his eyes, he began to sit up. Lifting his horns and bull like head up and out of the bushes- clearly into the line of sight of Terrel, unbeknownst to the brown haired brayer.\n\nHis eyes were focused on the town as well, as much like the elf standing just out of sight he too came here for business... Though probably an entirely different business than terrel. \n\nThe brayer broke out into an exaggerated and frankly ridiculously loud yawn, his body contorting into a rough stretch as one hand straightened into the air while the other ruffled a roughly worn red bandanna around their neck. \n\nMust of been a good nap.\n\nWith the wake up ritual out of the way, the freshly awoken Brayer padded blindly around for their weapon. A large studded Kanabo capable of caving in chest cavities as easy as its wielder breathed, not to mention it made for a sturdy walking stick too.\n\nUsing his oversized bat as leverage, the beastkin hoisted himself above the leaves of the bushed. His massive frame finally fully into view of those around him, a hide of brown and mottled white guarded firmly by studded Brigadine. \n\nAnd, without noticing Terrel at all, he parted branch and weed with little effort as he moved towards the town." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The horns were the first thing he saw, soon followed by the rest of the brayer as he'd suddenly emerg from his resting place under the tree. The Elf would come to a short stop upon seeing him. How the past seems to keep catching up on him one way or another.\n\nHe recalled a time when he was caught in a battle against a brayer once, the ending of it leading to him losing a companion and nearly his life upon the fire started. Of course this Brayer was different. After all he was still alive, though it was a wonder of how ironically enough a brayer was the first beastkin he'd come across.\n\nIt seemed like the man didn't notice his presence, waking up from his slumber and moving to head towards town as well. Perhaps this could be of use to Terrel.*\n\n\"Hey Brayer.\"*The Elf would suddenly call out to him with such casualness one would think him being here before. He knew little to nothing of beastkin customs, essentially in referring to one another, so he simply had to improvise where he could. He knew his mask would do little to help against these pack of unestablished investigators. Hardly anything got past them.\n\nHe'd give a light gesture with his hand as if requesting the Brayer to come over in the Elf stopping just beyond the tribal grounds of the Beastkin, likely weighing his options of whether or not strolling through was the best idea.*" }, { "author": "punished_deus_vult", "message": "The cowmans ears fluttered, followed by a loud snort as his entire frame whirled around with an uncanny speed. \n\n\"H-huh wha?\" His voice was deep, thick with a rural accent. Clearly startled, it took a moment for the brayers eyes to catch up with the rest of his body. \n\nOnce he realized who spoke, his ears fluttered as the grip around his walking stick of a kanabo eased. His expression eased up from one of worry to one of casual ease. \n\n\"Oh, your talkin to me.\" \nHe would whirl his Kanabo infront of him, only rather than aim it at any would be opponent he would instead lean into its pommel, resting his chin like someone resting their head on a table. \n\n\"What can i, uh, help you with...\" He would squint as he observed the pig-like mask Terrel wore.\n\"Mr. Pig?\" \n\nOne could tell he was skeptical of the masks authenticity, but could very well be conviced of the rouse if the elf played their cards right." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With the man coming to turn around, holding his weapon out in front of him as a sort of resting point, the Elf would shift his gaze towards the town just past him.*\n\n\"You live around these parts right?\"*He'd ask him out of the blue. The Elf didn't care much for trying to pretend to be something he wasn't, ironically enough, so he figured he'd just get straight to the point without worrying too much of the beastkin lingo.\n\nWithout waiting for a response, the Elf would continue.*\"You familiar with monster hunting?\"*He'd ask.*\"Was trying to see if this place has anywhere to gain information of it or am I perhaps wrong and this place sees it as illegal?\"*His gaze would shift back to the Brayer, most expression on his face obscured by the mask save for the light frown on shown just below it. \n\nIt could have been seen as being upset or disappointed, but the Elf was merely pondering over his options in whether or not he was wrong of this place.*" }, { "author": "punished_deus_vult", "message": "The brayer's horns would tilt back towards the town\n\"Here? I..\" He would grin, chuckling. \n\"I used to live nearby, kinda.\" \n\nFor as slow as he seemed, the bull managed to keep on beat with the elf's rapid fire questions. The mention of monster hunting prompted a laugh. \"If i wasn't familiar with it, i don't think i'd need this\" He would say, thumping his kanabo against the grassy ground. \"Or this.\" As he thumped the weapons hilt against his chest piece.\n\n\"I wouldn't say im your go-to guy for information on this. But-\" He would trail, heaving his hefty bat over shoulder into a leisurely position. \"I'm going into town to pick up some ingredients. Got family nearby and i reckon they could use the gift.\" \n\nHis free hand swings from the elf and into the village as he grinned\n\"Care to join me for the walk? Might find something about them monsters your huntin.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With him showing off his weapons, part of Terrel wasn't sure if they were talking about the same kind of monsters or not. Unless they constantly ravaged through the tribal lands, there were plenty more uses to carry such a weapon around, especially in a disorganized civilization.\n\nGiving a nod, Terrel would move to catch up to him in the offer if the Brayer walking with him through town.*\"I'm guessing they must be a common enough thing if you're prepared for them constantly.\"*He'd say once he was close enough for them to set back off towards the entrance.*\n\n \"I didn't plan on staying long.\"*He'd continue in gradually getting closer to the town where he could make out the hard to mistake figures of beastkin.*\"I was hoping this of all places knew where I could find the various beasts that I'm searching for. For a bunch of monster they seem to do a good job at hiding.\"*A light chuckle would escape him at the thought, his career driving him to having to hunt down beasts. He was never a good hunter, but what better place to investigate than the beastkin nations, the nation full of top notch trackers of all kinds?*" }, { "author": "punished_deus_vult", "message": "\"Common enough thing?\" He would say scratching his chin as they walked further into the village, some of the inhabitants giving stern glares. Not necessarily at the elf, which would have made sense giving that they were the odd one out, but at the brayer beside them. He didn't seem to mind though as they trekked on. \n\"I wouldn't say its common thing, but you can't be too careful huh?\" \n\nThe bull would slow to a halt in front of some bushels of various greens. Namely he seemed to hover over a small bundle of apples. The \"Shopkeep\", if you could call the canifor farmer that, seemed hesitant to meet the brayers gaze even as he traded some copper for his wares. \n\n\"Well if you weren't plannin for an extended stay\" He would pull one of the apples from his purchased bag and held it out to his elf compatriots in case they were hungry for a snack. \n\"Guess we should start with telling me about the monsters your huntin. Kinda hard for me to help if i don't know what im helping with, huh?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "punished_deus_vult", "message": "\"Hunting snow beasts eh?\" He would scratch his chin while he spoke, his hand sliding from chin to the back of his neck. \n\n\"Think you're in the wrong town for that kinda info, Friend. I don't really know if you noticed but this place is kinda on the small end.\" \n\nHis strolling would come to a stop, and whirling the head of his kanabo into the ground the brayer would begin to sift through various satchels and pouches around his waist. On the back left side he would pull out a surprisingly compact roll of parchment, which as he unfurled it would reveal a barely legible and daintily small map. The elf could clearly see that bull was squinting to read it..\n\nBut regardless it seemed as if he found what he wanted. As a hand would whirl over the elfs head and off into a seemingly random direction. \n\"Might wanna try heading that way, march south east and you *Should* Find yourself at a much bigger beastkin village than this one.\" \n\nIt should be noted for those with competent navigational skills that was, in fact, pointing south west." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd take another bite from apple, shifting his gaze to look back at the Brayer.*\"I've learned on my travels, that the size of the town matters little as long as you can find the right person. And the right people, don't always hang out in the bigger cities without looking for added rewards in their knowledge.\"\n\nThe bull was right about one thing, this place was considerably on the small end. Maybe he should start searching for the northerners to encounter some Ursinoids. Maybe if he got far enough, he'd be able to find something, but nevertheless he wouldn't try to consider this a wasted trip here.\n\nTerrel would come to a stop alongside the man, seeing him pull out the map while seemingly trying to show him the directions of where a bigger beastkin village was. The Elf never really favored going to an even bigger village of Elf haters, but he supposed he could make it through just fine if he played his cards right.\n\nHe'd watch the Brayer show him the direction to the village in telling him to head south East. Terrel would glance back up at him dubiously, his own knowledge of directions handled well enough in all the traveling he's done.*\"You know that's South West right?\"*He'd ask him, debating between whether or not it would be wise to follow his map.*" }, { "author": "punished_deus_vult", "message": "\"True, size rarely does matter when it comes to towns. But i mean seriously, look around you\" He gesturings with a tilt of head, an ear flicking at the incessant buzzing of flies. \n\n\"These people have hardly seen anything outside of the forest ridges around them, if any of them knew about any ice beasts... Well then i'd be a liar then.\"\n\nHis face, normally casual and sporting a smile, would look slightly dejected at the criticism of his navigational skills. \n\"Well... I..Uh..\" \nIf a brayer could blush from embarrassment, he'd be as red as the apple the elf was munching. \n\n\"Can't read, ok? Hell this map ain't even a real one.\" He'd hand it over to terrel for investigation. It looked as if a child wrote the map. Every \"Word\" On it was jumbled garbage, and the compass rose looked flipped on the Y axis. \n\n\"Been using this thing since i was a kid, as you can see its... Uh.. Not *Entirely* Accurate. I've mostly been moving around by my own internal compass.\"\n\nThe brayer sighs, hand grasping at the back of his neck. \n\"I'd probably have a better time just leading you there rather than trying to guide you with my shoddy map.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look to the rest of the town as the Brayer gestured towards them, suppressing back the need to give a sly comment about it as he'd eventually glance back towards the man.\n\nHe'd take the map from him as he handed it over, glancing at the scribbled drawings along it with little sense of direction. Terrel would look back at him, letting out a sigh. Maybe he wasn't going to find what he's looking for, but there was still some promise in the man knowing the way at least. Well he hoped so anyways. Were beastkin typically uneducated? Looking around this town, Terrel would assume so, though it was probably more upbringing than anything.*\n\n\"Alright.\"*He'd say.*\"But first off, lose the child's sketch.\"*The Elf would toss the map away rather carelessly. It wouldn't have helped anyone anyways. He could hardly read it, let alone someone illiterate.*\"I'll take you up on that offer if you're willing to show me where this better town is though at least learn the basic directions first.\"\n\n*He'd turn his head away from the Brayer, holding his hand up towards the sky in gesture of the sun.*\"The sun will always set West and will always rise to the East. East will always be to your right when you're heading north and to your left when you're heading south.\"\n\n*He'd lower his hand once more to look back at the Brayer.*\"You know your left from your right at least, right?\"*He'd question him.*\"If so, it won't be the hardest to follow if you understand those basic directions. You don't need to be able to read a map, so long as your internal compass works. Traveling by memory works just as well.\"*His tone didn't bring any harshness to it, instead being more matter-of-fact over anything else. Outside his voice's normal gruffness he didn't seem to show much care towards the Brayer's lack of knowledge, more so just saving the both of them time in providing him the sliver of knowledge.*" }, { "author": "punished_deus_vult", "message": "\"Hey, Hey!\" The brayer would shout as he stomped past the elf and scooping up his rather awefully constructed map. His Kanabo almost tumbling over from the sudden rush, leading to an almost comedic situation where the brayer struggled to keep his junky map in his hands while also trying to keep his weapon from tipping over. \"It may be junk, but its my *Junk*.\" He would say sternly, huffing like a true bovine while he brushed it off.\n\nYet any annoyance he had vanished at the promise of a chance to learn something. He stuffed the map back into its satchel, the brayers head never waivering from Terrel. One could almost hear the bull's gears turning as he thought. \"Ohh, alright alright.\" He would pause, taking a few moments to really try applying his newfound knowledge. It would've been cute the way his waved his hands to and from the sun if it wasn't for the fact he was seven foot behemoth with a pair of horns fit for a mantle-piece. \n\n\"Well, My newfound friend, i guess i should introduce myself at this rate.\" \nThe brayer would stick his hand out towards Terrel, gesturing at a handshake\n\n\"Names Barbados. Barbados Hellas.\" If Terrel took the handshake, he would find in the first second that he had an incredibly strong grip. Only for it to instantly ease up, as if he was worried he was going to hurt his new elf friend. \n\n\"If your willing, i'd be happy to lead you to a bigger village. Or maybe you'd call it a city? I don't know, just reckon we'd have to see yeah?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Trust me, adding 'my' before the word junk, doesn't make the term any better.\"*He'd say in a neutral tone which typically came off as more sarcastic than it was meant to be. Terrel would watch the ridiculous scene of the Brayer trying to reclaim his map, seemingly too connected to the childhood story page to give it up. The Elf wouldn't stop him however, whatever childhood tendencies the Brayer kept with him, Terrel couldn't be the one to talk.\n\nAt the very least in his efforts, Barbados still listened to him, curiously testing out his new knowledge while Terrel would silently watch him in masked amusement. It was funny to watch a bestial man take such fascination in something as simple as basic directions, but the Elf supposed one learns something knew everyday.\n\n He'd wait until he was finished, soon finding the Brayer introducing himself to him before reaching a hand out for a handshake.*\"The name's Terrel.\"*He'd say, deciding to shake his hand.*\"Terrel Bales.\"*Though the Brayer seemed to have an incredibly strong grip, that didn't phase Terrel in the slightest as he'd return the crushing feeling of it before soon loosening his hold as the Brayer did. Unlike most Silnari, Terrel never went down the path of magic, leaving him to work on swordsmanship and making him physically stronger than most of his kind that chose the opposing path.\n\nHe'd let go of his hand, eventually drawing both his arms into the cover his cloak where they could rest while making him appear more passive in the way the cloak covered most of his body.*\"Any place with information is fine. Cities just often put in more effort to keep it from you.\"*He'd say in response. What he didn't say however was, it probably was just a town. With places like Ulnoor and other larger capitols, Terrel didn't expect much out of the Beastkin Tribes. Nevertheless, if there was a chance of obtaining some new information, he'd take his chances.*\"Lead the way.\"*He'd say.*" }, { "author": "punished_deus_vult", "message": "Barbados would laugh, his voice booming over the small tribal hovels. \"Lead the way I shall! With my knowledge of the sun and its tricks, I reckon we won't get lost!\" He would heave his Kanabo up, its studded head pointing in the *Right* Direction this time. \n\nHis bat would fall back to earth with a thud, quickly falling back in line as a convient walking stick. His other hand gripping the sack of apples purchased prior, would shake said bag at Terrel. \"You're welcome to another apple, its liable to be a long time. Just gonna save some for momma.\" \n\nBarbados eventually would stride off for the edge of town, muttering many thing under his breath. Things like *\"Poppa would be so proud of me right now\"* And *\"Can't wait to get some of Momma's apple pie\"*\n\nOne could tell from his actions alone that he was grateful for the lesson taught, as his smile and chuckling seemed brighter than even before Terrel and him became acquainted." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Part of Terrel hoped that they wouldn't get lost despite the Brayer's enthusiasm, knowing full well it took some longer to learn than others. Nevertheless, he was his only guide through the Beastkin Nations so it didn't seem like he had many other options.*\"I'll save them for the trip.\"*Terrel would say in response to Barbados' offer of the other apples. He'd discard the one he had been eating, nothing much left besides the core that typically went abandoned. Terrel could be satisfied with just that for now. Any real cooking would warrant him having to set up camp.\n\nWith them setting off Terrel would follow after the cheerful man, finding himself having to listen to his quiet mutterings without much else to say that wouldn't break him from whatever happiness he was feeling. In his own silence, however, he'd silently pick out the layout of the rundown town. It was nothing in comparison to the more regal fit of Silnaria, much like his overly colorful outfit in someway, but it was easy to imagine this place being as disorganized as the stories would say. If Terrel had any pity, he'd feel such, but alas his mindset cared little for those he knew nothing of. Their lives were simply their own troubles that they'd have to solve.*\"You ever traveled beyond the Beastkin Nations?\"*He'd suddenly ask Barbados out of the blue as they began nearing the edge of town.*" } ]

[ { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*One lone qua bartender served a group of rowdy Merchants, cleaning glasses with both his left hands, serving drinks with both his right hands. The bar was so dusty it looked like fog had permeated its air, to breathe in the muck was to invite a sense of slight anxiety, as if the oxygen in here was too heavy to breathe, business was slow. The occasional whisper only added to the oppressive nature of the place. Nobody in this bar felt at home, the few customers sat amongst clustered groups, whispering secrets away from the few ears that were around to eavesdrop.* \n\n*In the far left corner, a man, a macen who lay draped in a brown cloak with an ornate red zigzag going along the middle from shoulder to shoulder. His drink half finished, he kept an eye on the group at the bar, looking for easy targets, in his hands he held a strange piece of wood, and was chipping away at it, with a rusty sculptors blade, he gave a deep sigh* \n\n\"**Slow day at the office**\"" }, { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "*Looking up from what appeared to be a mug of water, the pale macen in a heavy blue fur lined coat far to warm for the climate they were in. He looked around,*\n**\"Looks like it, Not a lot of reasons to come here other than for business though. Not that it looks like you're a merchant\"** *He replied looking over at Tires.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres looked away from the bar, looking over the water Macen, trying to sus out what kind of person they were, the coat didn't help, where they hiding weapons under their? Was it two really short people? The silly question ate at his mind, but he shook it off to put his mind on more important matters* \n\n*Tieres came further forward, the cloaks hood once concealing his face, now a small glimpse of a Fire Macen, Golden brown skin, the side of his face that was facing Ptarm was adorned with a nasty scar that ran the whole length of that side of his face, the one eye that was exposed to the light fully white, blind in that eye from the injury that caused the scar* \n\n\"**So you like talking to strangers for business arrangements? Or are you afraid of those elves on the other side of the tavern and you're looking for a familiar face? Because you and I know both know, the kind of business I'm into, isn't any for the meek, unless...**\" \n\n*Tieres reached over and grabbed the strangers hand, from an onlooker the gesture would look rather tender, as if too loved ones were consoling, but Tieres's gripped was unnecessarily strong and rough, Ptarm would know it was a threat* \n\n\"**For better or worse, you're into my kind of business.**\"" }, { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "*He looked briefly irritated as he looked down at their hands. Then looking up and wiping his face of emotion once again the water macen sighed and spoke calmly*\n**\"Maybe I am, I have been involved in a few businesses but rarely were they for one who feared danger.\"**\n*His eyes ran along the scar running across the man's face*\n**\"Though perhaps not as much as you have\"**\n*He commented as his other hand rose up to finger the small red cross pinned to the base of his hood on the left side.*" } ]

[ { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres smiled and leaned back, letting go of Ptarms hand. As he did more candlelight shone back on his face revealing it, he had a sharp jaw, and the eye on the left side of his face was a bright amber that shone brilliantly with childlike mischief, despite the scar on his face, both his demeanor and his complexion betrayed his youth* \n\n\"**You got a name stranger? I can deal without names of course, I understand how it goes, never know who's listening and all**\"\n\n*Tieres chugged the remains of his drink, he sat there blanking as if he had to process the alcohol , then made eye contact with Ptarm again* \n\n\"**You like rum? I could buy you a drink if you'd like to discuss... Available services**\"" }, { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "*Shaking his head his shoulder long black hair loosely swaying.*\n**\"I don't drink alcohol, I've had to heal far too many injuries caused by the stuff. Besides, I can't heal poison\"**\n*He withdrew his hands into his pockets and leaned back in his chair.*\n**\"But I can talk business without.\"**\n*He paused briefly, considering Tiers first question.*\n**\"The name's Ptarm. What's your's?\"**" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres gave a small giggle, snapping twice at the bartender. As they arrived, he gave them his cup and a nod, they left to the bar, and instantly bought back a full mug of a dark brown liquid* \n\n\"**Suit yourself stranger**\" \n\n*Tieres took a contemplative sip, he leaned back to try and get a look at the room, seeing if anybody was watching them, still untrusting of Ptarm* \n\n\"**First you're gonna tell me what you do for a living, then I decide whether or not this conversation ends, and maybe, if I like you, I'll give you my name. You seem a little soft compared to most in this bar truth be told**\"" }, { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "**\"My job...\"** \n*Ptarm murmured thinking about it. His voice remained neutral but it was pretty clear he wasn't enjoying Tieres' aggressiveness.* \n**\"I suppose I usually do search and rescue or escorting. I'm good at getting people out of trouble, sometimes a fight or two will happen along the way. If you're looking more for a description of abilities, combat medic will work.\"**\n*He shrugged,*\n**\"Soft? I suppose you could say that. But at some level all healers care at least a little.\"**\n*He took a sip of this water as he listened to the response.*" } ]

[ { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres laughed at the second part of Ptarms sentence, This time taking a long gulp of his drink, as Ptarm talked he would notice the man begin to lean further back, his arms go away from his side and on the table, Tieres was now visibly more relaxed* \n\n\"**The names Tieres, there's just certain types I'm not too keen on associating with, luckily for you, your not one of those types. I'll trust you with my name for now.**\" \n\n*Tieres threw a coin on the table, the gentle toss resulted in the coin spinning on its side, for what seemed like an eternity* \n\n\"**Sorry by the way, I didn't mean to offend when I said you were soft, the world needs soft people as much as it needs hard people, we all have our place I imagine**\" \n\n*Tieres slammed down on the coin, his hand was covered in calluses and scars, areas where the skin was maybe torn now darker then the rest, he kept his hand on the coin* \n\n\"**So what brings a.. *Combat medic*, to the land of the beastkin? Or are you just passing through?**\"" }, { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "*Ptarm placed the mug back down and began swirling the contents, he seemed to generally be incapable of keeping his hands still. He relaxed a little as the intensity of the conversation lessened. Replying in his usual neutral voice.*\n\n**\"I have always had a love of history, and while It may not look like it now. This place may soon be the heart of a new world power.\"**\n\n*He gestured around the dusty bar with his hand before returning it to the mug.* \n\n**\"I had to come and check this place out for myself after my old job got... Closed down. Anyways, a rapidly growing economy means more trade routes that need guarding so more business for me.\"**\n\n*He looks down at the scars covering Tieres' hand. *\n\n**\"What brings a warrior such as yourself to this place?\"**" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres eyes grew wide when Ptarm mentioned trade routes and caravans, it was so ironic that it was almost funny, but the same caravans Ptarm would be guarding might just be the same ones that Tieres might end up raiding. Tieres took a deep breathe, trying hard not to break out into hysterics.* \n\n\"** Why, for what other reason would anybody come to this place if not for business, truth be told, the beastmen at the border north have been having trouble with raiders, It peaked my interest, after all I have a blade or two to offer, I would be remise to miss such an oppurtunity**\" \n\n\"**It is true, these are different times, hard to believe where we are sitting, was once nothing, and the beastmen outside killed each other for the difference of their birth. Well, now that they're not killing each other, they'll pay me to kill other people, so how about a toast, to our future being a part of history**\" \n\n*Tieres would raise his cup to Ptarms mug, a half hearted smile on his face, the long travel up to quaha showing in his eyes*" }, { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "*Ptarm would raise his mug as well, giving his own tired smile. Though his was one of late nights rather than travel. *\n\n**\"And may the future judge us fairly\"**\n\n*He responded as their cups collided with a solid thunk. Then Ptarm rose his cup to his mouth and finished off the remaining water.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres too finished off his drink, slamming it down so hard heads turned, he then snapped at the bartender again, ushering his cup forward. The bartender coming to collect the cup and get a new drink for Tieres, eyes of the bar on the Beastkin the whole time he worked, and as he collected the cup and delivered the drink, the eyes shifted the Ptarms and Tieres table* \n\n\"**Anyway, I travel a lot, I was thinking once I clean up work on the border I head back through home to pick something up, and then I head to other side of the continent, through Lymia, and then straight into the SIlnari Empire, slave lands is good money, lord knows they can't use the slaves for *Real fighting* **\" \n\n*Tieres would glance to the qua at the bar, hoping not to offend* \n\n\"**Lots of merc work out there, and plenty of work on the way, and hell, who doesn't want to see the world? Not that you need to come with me, but just think about it, things are setting up round these parts, why not travel across the world, go the places where the rich are at, take their money, and invest in the up and coming when you bring it back?**\" \n\n*Tieres would take a big sip, as he put his mug down, the alcohol and the ambition caused him to day dream, his vision looking at something a million miles away*" }, { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "*Ptarm pulled the hand that had been hidden within his pocket and stared into the eyes of the small ice crystal butterfly that sat upon his palm. He sat there for awhile, deep in thought, sitting still for the first time in this conversation.* \n\n**\"A dreamer hmm,\"** *Ptarm mumbled unconsciously.*\n *After a moment the butterfly fluttered off into the rafters and he turned to respond.*\n\n**\"I suppose I could do with a travel partner for awhile. We can see how this partnership works out for the both of us as we go. I haven't got much going on here anyways, might as well travel a little before finding a place to set up, not that I'm much of a fan of slavers.\"**" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres would give a big closed lip smile, his one working eye a window into his active mind beaming with ideas and hopes, he chugs down the rest of his drink* \n\n\"**Hey now, I don't love em either, but I'm sure as hell gonna overcharge them for whatever menial task their slaves can't do and they're too lazy to do, its free coin as far as I know, and I love a good trek. Haven't been to that side of the world in a long time, and I never went inland.**\" \n\n*Tieres stood up, brushing himself off just in case anything had landed on him, rubbing alcohol stains on his brown cloak, hopelessly attempting to get them out, but to no avail. Tieres would shrug, looking onward as he stood, his long hair tied in an incredibley loose pony tail came into view, strands of long hair falling to his shoulder*" } ]

[ { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "*Ptarm smiled a little at the thought of overcharging elf nobles as he watched Tieres struggle with his clothes. The ones in Horlochjira were always so pretentious.*\n\n**\"I've never been there, until lately I had never left my hometown. The world seemed so much smaller on the maps.\"**\n\n*He gazed off, briefly becoming lost in thought. *\n\n**\"How about we head off tomorrow? I'll need some time to prepare for the journey.\"**\n\n*Ptarm slowly stood up and held out his palm expectantly, seemingly calling back the butterfly he had released earlier.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres nodded, at the offer, his face now neutral, he would stretch out his back, before walking towards the door* \n\n\"**Meet me here tomorrow then, At noon, I will see you round, Ptarm, don't get caught unaware**\"\n\n*As Tieres waved goodbye, he turned his back and exited without another word, disappearing into the crowd outside the bar*" }, { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "*As Tieres left through the door two crystal butterflies would flutter down to land in Ptarm's hand and melt back into water. Shaking the water off his hand he would murmur to himself slightly mockingly.*\n\n**\"Do I usually talk to strangers for business arrangements?\"**\n\n**\"Well it works doesn't it?\"**\n\n*He answered his own question as he placed his hands back in his pockets and turned to head up into the upper floor where he had his room rented.*" } ]

[ { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Zeras came down from the stairs of the tavern, its shoddily built wooden foundation shook with every step every patron took, the frail building almost danced with how much it rattled, a small and not so comfy establishment, Zeras wasn't to fussed about were he slept, all that mattered was that there was a roof over his head for the night.*\n\n*He took a chair out on his lonesome at a free table in the corner of the bar in the tavern, he may of been the only dark elf there, but he wasn't the only foreigner. It was obvious if you looked at the number of foreign merchants and travelers that came to these lands and stayed in these types of taverns, Quaha was the new frontier, a nation on the rise, and everyone wanted a piece. He wore his cloak openly, not draped over him so he looked like a mass of black cloth, but his hood was up and his features were slightly hidden, though you could likely tell he was an dark elf.*" }, { "author": "Elli Anthaki", "message": "*As Zeras took his seat in the corner of the room, another foreigner entered the room. The girl stood well below the average person's expected height, though that was not the only feature that caused her to stand out from a crowd—in place of her legs was a long, trailing snake tail, the scales a pattern of dim yellow and green stripes. She was wearing a corset, as well as a pair of thick, leather gloves. On her back she carried a spear, and a pouch hung from a belt upon her waist.*\n\n*She looked about the packed room, finding few places to sit. She settled upon the corner of the room, slithering over to an empty chair, and, with great difficulty, sitting upon the chair, her tail coiled beneath her and upon the armrests, trying to find a way to be comfortable. She seemed to avert her gaze from her tablemate—the dark elf—and one could notice a peculiar-looking scar upon her cheek—a square with a horizontal line through it.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Zeras noticed the stranger and gave a warm smile and a nod, as they got close she would see his features, sharp green eyes and blue skin that was typical of a dark elf, he looked youthful, but for an elf that could mean anything*\n\n\"Good morning friend, hope the budding hours of the day have been kind to you.\" \n\n*His voice was far too deep for his small frame and gentle face, but it was warm and homey, Zeras thought to break the ice, never one for silence, and never opposed to making friends with strangers*" }, { "author": "Elli Anthaki", "message": "*Contrary to Zeras' optimism for making friendships, the Naga girl seemed not to be so friendly. Though, despite a hesitation before responding, she responded nonetheless.*\n\n\"I... Hope the same for you...\"\n\n*The response seemed purely out of courtesy, as she seemed more than willing to avoid conversation. Her hair is around jaw-length, and fairly straight, being some sort of greyish, almost teal color. Her amber eyes seemed to avoid contact with him as much as possible, and she kept her hands off the table, shifting around various positions on her lap to find which is the most comfortable.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "\"Surely I have not seen so many of such different ilk in one place, the world has changed since but a hundred years ago, the Itchsunian Confederacy is a feat in of itself because of that alone.\" \n\n*Zeras crossed his arms and gave a small laugh as he surveyed the room and out a window to the right of them before turning his head in the general direction of the naga, he sensed there unease, and he knew looking right at them would put them under pressure.*" }, { "author": "Elli Anthaki", "message": "*She again hesitated before speaking, trying to analyze his tone of voice, as if that would tell her what kind of person she was talking to. She knew as much as any how looks could deceive.*\n\n\"Yes, it's... Uh... Impressive...\"\n\n*Once again, her response seemed forced, the tension easily felt, despite the loud and rowdy atmosphere of the tavern. Her gentle voice seemed careful, as though she were treading upon a verbal minefield, choosing each word carefully. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, though it's hard to tell if it's from the tension, or merely an uncomfortable position.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Zeras watched them struggle to get used to the chair and gave a small giggle* \n\n\"Those chairs are surely not made for Naga, you do not need to fit in at the cost of your comfort friend, please, one second.\"\n\n*Zeras stood and ran to the front of the bar, he began discussing something, his gestures pointing up and then to the naga, he left upstairs with the barkeep for a minute or two before coming back down with a big duvet in one hand and some pillars in another arm, approaching the table.*\n\n\"These are some fresh pillows and a fresh duvet, the tavern owner has them for spare, I hope you don't mind if i lay them out on the floor for you, I assure they are clean, and more than likely much more comfortable then that thing, those with two legs could barely sit on it, I doubt its any good for you.\"" }, { "author": "Elli Anthaki", "message": "*She hesitates once again, though this time glances into Zeras' eyes, before turning away again. She seems visibly conflicted, before inevitably getting off the chair, using her hands to awkwardly lower herself to the floor, and slithering until her tail unravels from atop it.*\n\n\"You... You may do as you will...\" *She waits for Zeras to do as he will, looking around the room as he proceeds.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Zeras lays the duvet and pillows out gently, next to the table, before sitting back down* \n\n\"The choice is yours of course, I am not naga, but you looked like knight in a brothel sitting on that thing'\n\n*Zeras gives another hearty laugh, before waving over a waiter, and giving them 5 copper* \n\n\"Just some tea please, thank you. Ah, were are my manners, my name is Zeras Tassadar.\"" }, { "author": "Elli Anthaki", "message": "*She slithers onto the new cushioned seating, coiling up onto it, looking significantly more comfortable. An unfortunate effect of this seating, however, is that her head barely reaches above the table as she sits up straight.*\n\n\"This... Is much more comfortable... Thank you, Zeras... You uh... You may call me Elli.\"" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "\"It is good to meet you young Elli, what brings you to these lands?\" \n\n*The waiter arrives with a small, rather bland white cup with steam arising from it, Zeras simply smiles and nods in a sort of wordless thanks. Zeras swirls the cup in his hands, the motion looks graceful, practiced even.*" }, { "author": "Elli Anthaki", "message": "\"I... Travel a lot...\" *She says, still seeming hesitant to share much about herself, despite the kindness Zeras has shown. She keeps her hands folded in her lap, as she simply looks at the table. The table, despite not being exceptionally tall, reaches up to just below her chin, obscuring everything but her head from Zeras' view.*\n\n*She then slides her gloves off, resting them on her lap, as she puts her arms on the table in front of herself. Her outfit is sleeveless, revealing that her arms bear a couple small scars from various cuts. The scars look very old—she must have gotten them years ago, as they seem very faded.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Zeras gives a small giggle before sipping his tea, his long black fingernails clanking against the cup, he looks over the scars for a moment and a brief solemn look appears over Zeras's face, but he quickly puts on a smile once more.*\n\n\"As do I, I'm in search of knowledge, strength, and some friends of course, but I cannot lie, this trip around the world has become very entertaining for me, I have seen things beyond my wildest dreams. When I return home, I imagine nothing will be the same. From where do you hail Elli?\"" }, { "author": "Elli Anthaki", "message": "*After that question, her demeanor shifts. The change is slight, but visible, as she closes her eyes for a brief moment.. Her reply is simple and concise.* \n\n\"Nowhere.\"\n\n*As she says this, her voice is significantly less hesitant, and she keeps her gaze firmly to the left. She runs a hand over the peculiar scar on her right cheek—a square with a horizontal line through it—before she catches herself, and returns her hand to the table.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Zeras notices the strange behaviour, the change in tone, his words drawing attention to her scar, he knows better than to breech on touchy subjects, especially when it comes to strangers, he stares out the window, for a bit, giving the situation a moment to breathe, taking another sip and turning back to Elli* \n\n\"You know, if you ever tire of the traveling life, they say Quaha is the place to settle, the rent can only get higher from how low it is, and the weather is... Nice, truth be told I am not one used to the heat but, sometimes we travel because we want to run away from something, I find traveling towards a goal is more rewarding, but finding a goal is harder than most things, the path the world has given us is not often a clear one.\"" }, { "author": "Elli Anthaki", "message": "*She notices him backpedaling on his words, trying her best to let the topic fade away. She puts both hands under her head, resting her chin on them.*\n\n\"Sometimes an unclear path is better than remaining where you are...\"\n\n*She responded in her usual tone—gentle, though cautious. She lets out a sigh, as she turns her gaze towards the window as well, looking at nothing in particular.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "\"Indeed, the gods have given us homes only for us to leave them, I wonder what they plan, for if they even watch over us at all, seems they curse the children of the world they birthed.\"\n\n*Zeras too looks out the window, a longing look at the sky. He sighs deeply before looking back at the table, and taking a long slurp of tea, patting down his tongue after obviously and clumsily burning himself* \n\n\"The gods have not forsaken us yet, it would of seemed the beastmen would forever be the downtrodden of those who would abuse there power, but here itchunsia stands mighty! The birth of the new world in the hands of those who the old world spat on, is that not something to rejoice at the least?\"" }, { "author": "Elli Anthaki", "message": "*She continues to look out the window, staring off at nothing in particular, deep in her thoughts.*\n\n\"I suppose...\"\n\n*Her answer is short and hesitant, and quite underwhelming for such a question. She then turns to Zeras, her amber eyes scanning him up and down, looking as though she has something to say, though she doesn't say it, instead returning to looking out the window in silence.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Zeras jokingly recoils in his chair from the look, gasping and then giggling as he leans forward.* \n\n\"Often are darkest thoughts unsaid are painted on our faces, you look like your plotting a murder or two friend, might I recommend tea for your troubles? I find the recesses of a mind and soul in great pain are helped little by venting. Tranquility is how I found my peace.\"" }, { "author": "Elli Anthaki", "message": "*She looks down at the table, contemplating for a moment, before she instead stands up.*\n\n\"I... While I'd like to accept, I think it best if I be on my way... I ought not stay here too long... It was only to rest for a moment...\"\n\n*She gives a curt nod, before slithering over towards the door. She stops by the door, looking at him for a moment, thinking about what he said.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Zeras gives a knowing nod, before standing himself, he's got to pack his stuff before he leaves, but it was good to talk to someone in this strange land, even if they were quiet.* \n\n\"Better to run then curse the road as they say. Stay safe in your travels young Elli, may your journey take you to a place better than you have known, the path away from darkness is just as dark, goodbye friend.\" \n\n*With that, Zeras finished off his tea before walking back up the stairs, wrapping his cloak fully around him, enveloping himself in shadows.*" } ]

[ { "author": "emberflare", "message": "``` Quest Start ```\n\n*Something fishy has been going on in one of the Beastkin Tribes. This is the forth time this week they've sent a pair of hunters out to gather food for the tribe and have yet to return. A piece of parchment was posted reading: HELP! Requesting anyone to help us find our brothermen, 8 hunters in total are now missing and we've ran out of food.*" }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*Lucrum would would've been on vacation to visit the Anusken Empire. His reasoning was to learn their language, but inevitably got sidetracked.\n\nDurning his time being there, he'd hear the rumors of the several missing hunters and a pawn seeing the prachment notice. He evidently took up the request.*" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "*On the bottom of the parchment it said. \"Please come to the Woof Roof Inn at the end of the road, The bartender can get you started with crucial information.\"* *Down the road there was a rather large building with an sign that read \"Inn\" Out front.* \n\n*A voice rang out from behind Lucrum, it was an older looking Canifor.* \"Ah, You're here to help us. Thank you so much. I stepped out of the Inn to assist my sister with som- Actually it doesn't matter.\" *The Canifor pointed towards the forest nearby the village* \"Each night the people here, including myself see off our hunters and wish them well. All of them went into those woods and we've yet to see any of them. We fear for the worst.\"" }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*Lucrum read the fine print thoroughly, and began to March forth to the 'Woof Roof Inn'. Only to be interrupted by one of the many Canifor member. He'd turn his attention to them and would raise an eyebrow. Remaining respectful he'd walk backwards to him.*\n\n\"I do not deserve your gratitude—No yet at least,— I have to investigate the matter, don't you worry. . . I will return with good news! I swear it!\"\n\n*The short squire was concerned on what he had to say about his sister. . . Since Lucrum had his own.*\n\n*But now he would never know, He would turn to the forest they pointed to. Tempted go now and save some time, but knowing it'd be best to get some sort of idea of what he was dealing with. The squire and give a minor bow, and wave goodbye to the canifor before hurrying onto 'Woof Roof Inn'*\n\n\"I must leave you, Farewell.\"\n\n*The squire would open the door, keeping the Canifor in mind for his own motivation. He'd scan the lobby of the Inn. As he begun approaching the bartender.*" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "*The door behind the Squire would open almost immediately behind him. The same Canifor stood behind the Squire for a brief moment before making his way behind the bar. He bent over to pick up a rag before wiping off the bar-stand in front of him.* \"Hello traveler, is there more I could do for you?\" *The Bartender had forgotten to identify himself outside near the bulletin board.* \"If it's about our missing brothers, I don't have much more information. The only other thing I can really say is; We've had an increase of bears lately, thought I hope they didn't run into any on their adventures..\"" }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*Lucrum stepped out of the way to excuse himself. . .The same Canifor that he had just met earlier?\nWhy did he follow him... \nMaybe he wanted a drink—\n\n__—aaand they're the bartender__. \n\n**Lucrum gave himself a moment of silence for his ignorance. His face would creep into embarrassment.**\n\n*The squire would blink dumbfoundedly and stifle his chuckle, hoping the Canifor would not notice as he watched them assume their job as the bartender. He cleared his throat before speaking. To void his tone of humor into formality.*\n\n\"Ah— you work here...? I should've known, apologizes for walking off from you.\"\n\n*Lucrum would go silent and nod as they gave him the same details on the paper. As he reread the parchment. His face seemed gradually falter at the mention of bear activity. . .*\n\n\"Ah... Bears. I don't believe they'll be a problem for me.\"\n**The short squire said confidently.**\n\"When are these bears most active? At night or day?\"" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "**Bartender**: \"We always send our hunters out in the morning, they usually come back at night. There are a lot more predator's at night. Seeing how nobody has returned yet, I'd say during the day. But we don't know if it's even bears causing our worries, Sir.\" \n\n*The Bartender finished cleaning the table top before lifting a clear cup to the Squire. The bartender had a faint smile on his lips. Probably because he had someone to talk to who was willing to help.*\n **Bartender**: \"Care for a drink? I suppose this could be on the house since either you'll die or you'll come back with information.\"" }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*Lucrum held a straight face as the canifor spoke, With that? It wasn't much else to talk about. They were was right, it could be anything out there. If eight hunters disappear suddenly? It definitely could be something else going on but he had to wait and see. Lucrum would place his hands on his hip and raise his eyebrows.*\n\n\"—Do you not have that much faith in my prowess Sire?\"\n\n**He smirked, lying his ass off.**\n\n\"I think I will come to surprise you, I'll be back by sunset not a moment later. But, I must politely refuse on the drink, I need to keep my senses sharp as my blades. . .\"" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "**Bartender**: \"I had plenty of faith in my hunters. I also don't know you, lad.\" \n\n*The Bartender put the cup back down before leaning against the bar, his plams pressed against the hard wood.* \n\n**Bartender**: \"To the east there is a fork in the road, I think they turn left, or right. They usually go to the river first, follow the water.\" \n\n*With that the Bartender left the Squire as he went in the back to take inventory of his remaining supplies.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*Lucrum would seem rather sour about the canifor not believing his ability, he almost let his temper get the best of him before sighing and conforming to their judgement. He shrugged off his statement*\n\n**\"Yeah— Yeah— Uhuh.\"**\n\n*The squire would nod and wave as he took the Canifor statement to heart, how dare he? After spending time in their country and deciding to help? He was being underestimated! Tsh, he'll show him.*\n\n*Lucrum would leave the tavern, and eventually the village as he followed the directions angrily. Being sure to not attract another Canifor. But with his already Macen appearance, he might have caught a glance or to. He began bickering to himself lowly, 'he'd show him a real hunter' as he follow the suspected trail of the hunters.*" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "*Eventually deep within the woods, the trail would fork into two paths. Left or right.* \n\n*On the left there were multiple footprints, on the right the sound of water.*" }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*Lucrum without much though decide it be best to follow the footprints, Tsh! For some canifors they seems pretty lazy not to investigate, weren't they innate at these things?*" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "*The trail of footprints eventually lead into the forest though after the road ended no trails could be seen through the forest floor*" } ]

[ { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*Lucrum would sigh as the trail of prints came to an abrupt end, unsure if he had overlooked a key detail of the task given to him. . . His mind scrambled like eggs for a moment, before realizing he was supposed to find the river. As tempted as he was to roam blindly after where the trail ended. He himself knew from this point. It was a dead end and pointless, the squire would pívot on his heels and back track to the fork in the road. He seemed to scratch his nape, as he murmured the Canifors directions to himself.*\n\n\"Right. . . Follow the water, Follow the water, Follow the—...\"\n*Lucrum was glad nobody was here to judge his ability to navigate forests.*" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "*As he traveled towards the river he came across a bridge. On the other side were multiple bears and 8 rotting bodies*" }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*Lucrum after making a slight detour and cutting through some foliage. Would dust of his armor and sleeves. Not paying much attention to where he was walking. He'd stop abrupt and soon come to the realization that past the bridge and sounds of water was the smell of dead bodies, and— sound of...*\n\n**—Bears...**\n\n*The squire took a shake breath realizing. He had found himself staring down the bear. . . He was half tempt to have a bodily malfunction. But for now stood his ground, maybe if he just minded his own business it'd leave him alone. He'd murmur quietly, referring to the bear.*\n\n\"Easy big guy...\"\n\n``` HP: 35/335\nMana: 36 /36\nFocus: 1/1\nNah...\n\nMovement: Nah.\nProne: / / / \nNo attack: / / /```" } ]

[ { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*Through an absolute dire still leaping through her heart and mind the fear of what she had done lingered within her as she clenched onto what gold she had stolen before the day came to run and go into hiding. The royals would find out...\n\nThey had to eventually and would have me killed for something I had no control over. It was simply dumb luck a traveller allowed my payment of some gold coins to even bring me this far out. Though I had no eaten anything since 2 days ago. Hoping to come across another kingdom or so. I had only the education of clean, serve and bow to the royals. Hunger didn't burn within me as it should have as the night didn't seem so cold , only thing that bothered me was how filthy I was and even more how lost I am. My maid outfit with an olive green coat falling over it kept me warm... But didn't keep the rest of my clothing from getting filthy. \nI stumble \nAnd fall \nLaying in a dirt filled stump as my leg aches and burns simply looking the wrong way , simply in the darkness looking out of place. From absolute shock just screaming in pain*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel walked through the forested area, his mind at slight ease for a while of him traveling alone. The beastlands were hardly a place for a Silnari considering the history between the two races, but he never minded them so much and it seemed the same could be said the other way around. His crimson red cloak flowed behind him in the gentle breeze of the night, his time seemingly completely opposite of the maid he had yet to come across. Upon his face, was the mask of a pig, one he was always seen wearing. For what reason, few were ever sure. He seemed absent of thought for a while, traveling often leaving him in silence, that is until it was suddenly broken by a scream of pain. He slowly turned his head, the initial surprise eventually being covered by a mild look of disinterest as if this were a common occurrence. Which when fighting all the time, it kind of was. Seeing as he had some spare time, he decided to head over to it, more curious than anything of what was going on.\n\nIt had been several weeks of traveling and by now, even the idea of a simple fight seemed a good enough to fill his boredom. That was in fact what he didn't come across, however. Slipping past the dark oaks, he found himself staring over at a figure who by anyone's guess must have fallen. All that screaming just for that? He let out a snort of mild exasperation. Never go looking for anything in a forest. That's what he was starting to learn. He stared down at her from where he stood distantly. If not for his more colorful attire he would have been nothing more than shadowed figure in the night, though with a good enough look his form could be made out.*\"Might want to scream a bit louder. I don't think the entirety of Anushken heard you.\"*He said to her.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*The night itself darkened as she layed in the dirty ditch her leg. Foot? It was to dark to even see. Just the moonlight piering through the tree tops only revealing something was wrong. \nShe could feel it though\nThe blood poured from it , the warmth as she whimpered , the pain was unbearable. Absolutely in shock as she shook and quivered under the feeling of it. Almost being sick. \nShe heard it\nRustling between the leaves \nFootsteps, breaking branches \nHer gloved hand reached in her dress pocket , a poorly sharpened Dagger that looked cheaply bought in her small fragile hand. As it shook in the glove . She saw the face first as the horror made her pale than she already was . The Dagger swung frantically, you could tell that she never had held one. She was terrified .\n She swung in the darkness , she was extremely distant and would never reach. She swung and swung but the frightened grip made it loose as left her hand as it wedged itself within the dirt placed just next to your foot.*\n\"M M MO\" *She stuttered as she tried moving, only making her twisted and bleeding foot worse as she screamed in pain again as she breathed heavily in a panic.* \"Please please!!! DONT K KILL ME I I I have gold please\" *She pleaded to the darkness giving in and reaching for the small leather pouch she had of gold, tied with a fine ribbon probably costing more than the gold inside*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel watched the figure swing wildly at the air, his gaze following the whirling dagger until he finally grew bored of it and simply walked towards her anyways. A hand grabbed at her wrist in stopping her from swinging so he could crouch down to her level. Even at that, his form seemed much larger especially with the armor he wore and the mask that only added to it.*\"You're going to do the job for me if you keep doing that.\"*He said, his voice growing much lower with the humor having left it. It was typical of a Fricharii sounding that way, his voice in particular having an edge to it that made his words seem more sarcastic than they were. \n\nHe squinted against the gloom, letting out a huff of air in realizing it was just some maid making all this ruckus. What's a maid have gold for anyways? The person she served must have been mighty generous for that.*\"Trust me, if I want to rob you, I'll just do so. Same goes for killing you since it's obvious you don't know the first thing about fighting.\"*He told her bluntly before letting go of her arm while he continued to sit crouched near her. As much as she kept kicking and screaming about he doubted she'd do much of anything. It hadn't even become apparent yet that she had hurt her foot in the process, making going anywhere a daunting task.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*Her frail hand and arm let go of all means to attack you as she breathes in heavily , almost gasping for air as she looks at you directly in the eyes, looking at the pig mask as she looks starstruck almost dazed\nDefinitely in some sort of shock. Her pupils dilated as she shakes and tries to mutter words. She looked at you up and down at the attire you beared , ragged armour, drenched with colour to you. A strange fit and even unsure what you were*\"M Mercenary... O o or b b bandit. P please tell me I'm not gonna die I I I I'm just travelling please I mean no harm to you\" *She clenched onto her glove and she shook more. The pain only getting worse as she screamed again despite being next to you, panting as she looked almost sick. She placed her hand on her leg as she held what she could that was close to her foot* \"W Who are you...\"\n*She felt the cold come through and was forced into desperation \nJust having to abide by you as she was in no place to be making demands*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Name's Terrel.\"*He said to her as if this was a casual conversation.*\"Mercenary, but any mercenary can be a bandit if paid enough. Might be the last thing you see since it seems like you're about to pass out at any moment, which isn't typically a good thing under most circumstances with me.\"*He waved off her words just as painfully as it took her to form them.*\"Oh I could tell that already. You wouldn't be a threat to anything out here. Might even end up being some predator's next meal or however the stories go.\"*He joked.*\"That's of course if the maggots don't get to you first.\"*His gaze followed her hand, eventually seeing what it was that was causing so much pain for her. The foot looked bad, though it was a wonder of how she managed that. Must have been from falling for if she was in a fight, he doubted she'd have gotten away. Unfortunately for her however, he was no natural healer. That magic was about as beyond him as any other spell in the grimoire.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She broke into a sweat as she listened to his words carefully as she moved her hands to him placing on his arm*\n\"I'm so scared\" \n*She arms hands tightened as her wound was still open , mauled and prime for infection if not already. \nShe held onto him desperately as she took one of her hands to the gold pouch placing it on him , the pouch and seal made of fine purple silk, colour of royalty, clearly stolen from compared to what I was wearing.\n\"I'm I'm Elizabeth... Please you cannot let any neighbouring town or kingdom know of my location... I I I can find you more gold please just help me... \"*She leaned herself up as she ripped a bit of her dress as the hatred to do so was painted on her face as she tried reaching for the wound but shaking and dropping the ripped cloth as she felt sick as her face went bright red through the pale skin*\n*She was sick over herself , as she looked away from you as she crawled into a ball from all the shock just feeling like she's gonna die. Clearly not eaten as the sick itself was red , almost like blood.\nA sight to find in a forest \nIn the middle of nowhere*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel seemed unphased as she clung onto him, eventually leaving a pouch of gold for him in requesting that he didn't tell anyone where she was along with assisting her.*\"You know not telling me your name could have helped with that, but I guess I'll give.\"*He said pocketing the money.*\"Fortunately for you, I know a place nearby that's a lot safer, but you probably won't make the trip like that.\"*He said, motioning towards the bruised foot she had tried to cover the wound with a clothe only to fail halfway to it.*\"I got a quick fix for it though, but might want to bite down on your dagger for the time being.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She parts her mouth as she coughs and wimpsers more letting the metal sit between her teeth as she bites down onto it, the teeth being sharp and razored, denting the Dagger as she forcefully bites onto it tears running down her face as she looks at you, \nA pleading look \nPutting her full trust in you with it as she holds onto your arm feeling her small fingers seep into your skin, from the force , \nWhy is she even here in the first place? \nWhat and why is she here with this injury. Someone in these lands , a maid of all people to be within this bushland*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Perfect.\"*He said, suddenly reaching for the hilt of his great sword. The Silnari drew it out fully, the long blade alone almost making it seem like he planned on amputating. It wasn't long however, before the sword suddenly bursted with life, a blaze of fire encompassing the weapon and lighting up the area just enough for the two to more properly see each other.*\"Yeesh. Maybe a little too hot.\"*He said, letting the flames die down a bit more until the sword was merely glowing red with heat.*\"Much better.\"*He turned towards her, now more conscious of her still holding onto him. She must really be desperate, putting this much trust into a person that wore a pig mask as a normal day to day thing. Ah well, she asked him to help her and thus he did. He moved the blade, lying the heated flat end of it upon her injury. A searing shot of heat entered from where the wound was as he gradually took the time to catalyze it so that it wouldn't sit open the whole way. Of course it was bound to be a painful process, but after a short time he moved the sword away once again, letting the heat die down fully before he returned it to its sheathe along his back.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She screamed through her teeth as the flimsy daggers metal bent and was indented. As even blood dipped from her gums from how hard she was biting, almost snapping the metal\nHer hands seeped more into you as you felt desperate squirming fingers Pierce their way into what you wore, trying so desperately to hold on as she shreaked and bellowed from the pain as you brought your sword away she let the Dagger drop as she panted , spitting onto the dirt as she looked up at you again after \nStruggling\nTo keep awake*\n\" T Thank you.. Thank you so much...\" *She groaned in pain more from it looking at where your eyes would be* \"I'm such a mess... I'm so sorry ...Terrel it was..\"*She gently spoke between gasps of air and groans of pain, clearly out of place of where she should be*\"You you use magic... On your.. Sword.. I'm so thankful even for that... Why are you out here... I thought you were... \"*She hesitated and froze looking at herself, bloodied, ripped clothing, covered in sickness. Completely embarrassed and ashamed* \"I'm so sorry... I wish I had more gold... Or anything... I'm so thankful you were here. I .. I never have been to these forests before\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"That?\"*He chuckled.*\"That wasn't magic. Well I guess in some way it is, but I'm no mage.\"*Terrel supposed there were some magic in the runes but he hardly considered it the same as simply casting a ball of fire from your hand. Maybe maids simply didn't see any real magic. That explained plenty. While she began apologizing for everything and wishing she had more to give him, he idly moved his arms under her.*\"Trust me, I wish you did too for the effort I'm going through.\"*He said, suddenly picking her up as he came to stand back up. Terrel glanced around the area as if looking for something, soon turning and heading off in a seemingly nonspecific direction.*\"Out here traveling, though it seems that can never last before someone else comes along.\"*He said to her.*\"Better question is what's a maid doing this far out from their lord, or master, or hirer. However things work out in these lands.\"*Every now and then, he stopped walking for a moment, glancing up towards the sky before changing course and continuing onwards.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*I look confused of that wasn't magic, completely being uneducated in magic and rarely seeing such things in my whole life\nSimply being born with my sisters to serve as maid and do my job . The curious aspect of me even being the most regrettable , having strained from my job being the reason I'm even in this situation..\nMy whole face almost goes fully red as I hold my dress down then reminded of the pain again as I groan and squirm. The emmbarrement of picking of me up almost wanting you to let me walk. But my whole foot I could hardly feel, being numb , taking even kindest gesture.* \"Please I I hope I'm not to heavy for you.. *I listen to what you ask of me simply staying quiet and hesitating as I try to mutter, obviously thinking and unsure on what to say, holding my breath* \" I'm a personal maid... From a a barron ... He was . Being abusive so I ran...\"*I didn't want to mention the kingdom or its nobles. Anything in this land had it out for me and what I had done. Unforgivable things \nWell out of my control.\n\"R Runes btw... W what do they look like. Like markings, squiggles??\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Doubt it, considering I'm still carrying you.\"*He commented in her hoping she wasn't too heavy. She sure seemed to hope and wish a lot, though none of it must have gotten her too far seeing the result. He made another stop again, soon continuing once more in changing route.*\"A runaway, how funny. Bet the baron would pay me a lot more if they cared any for your return. Maids are replaceable enough though with enough money.\"*He said, clearly being blunt with her worth as far as being a maid went.*\"I'm sure you've hardly got anything to worry about.\"*He adjusted his hold on her, moving her so that could rest her head on his shoulder if she wanted to. It made it more comfortable for him to carry her this way anyways while the two spoke.*\"Runes? They're crystals. Cost a lot of money to buy and are even harder to find. But I guess any other stone has the chance of having some kind of markings in them.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She frowns and looks upon herself completely knowing her worth, she was loved by what family she had .\nSimply running away being her choice, even now being a barrons tool would probably be better than anything she's had to experience in the last couple of days, dreadful things. Death and she doesn't even remember when she ate last. Hunger not even filling her body's needs at the moment despite it . She feels as you adjust as you place her head onto your shoulder. She small body just slouched within your arms as she covers herself, hiding between her dark red hair . Simply being not her day. Carried like a child from a total stranger in the middle of nowhere, unable to walk. \nAbsolutely not her day . She didn't want to say anything, still so uneasy of his appearance only cooperating cause she'd be dead otherwise. The surprise of what you say about runes shocks me*\"Can runes be carved into anything. Even flesh of any sort\"*I mutter to you as choose all my words carefully around you*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He continued on in silence for a while, matching the maid's in it seeming like she didn't want to talk. Understandable enough, but as he found himself being asked another question about runes, part of him began to wonder why she cared so much. He'd doubt she'd be able to get a rune, let alone be entrusted and sold one. Not that sellers really questioned it too much. Some could come across it by mere incident. Whether this interest was fueled by child wonder or something else, he didn't care enough to think too deeply on it this late into the night.*\"Yes, actually.\"*He answered.*\"Depends on the person really.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She tugged as he moves , holding on thinking she would drop but the hold would never , she whimpered as the pain continued in her foot holding onto him tightly as she bit into the clothing of him groaning through It, after a while adding more to your answer*\n\"Could someone ever survive with Runes on them. Couldn't they\nDie?..I I I feel like I'm gonna be sick again... Where exactly are we going..\"*Her voice was pitched and calm, a frightened underlining to it as you thought you at least expected that. She opened her lips again taking a deep breath after *\"Honestly thought you were just gonna sell me off for gold or something... Putting this much effort.. Whats your catch.. You said you could've killed me... You could've done... All sorts to me... I don't understand why you're doing this\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Probably. People manage to find all kinds of ways to die from things that shouldn't necessarily kill them.\"*He told her, making one last stop, his body finally relaxing in finding what he was looking for. A distant building sat outlined in the dark though he decided not to tell her about it with there being some distance still left to travel.*\"I probably would have if you seemed worth anything.\"*He said in response to her question for why he didn't sell her off.*\"But morale comes before a lot of things for some people, and I don't feel like going through the different markets having to put up with you long enough to have to bargain for it. I doubt a bit of pocket change would be worth that, but if you keep talking about it long enough, it may start sounding like a good idea.\"*He warned, mainly out of being tired himself. If he could he would go straight to bed, though it seemed he had an unexpected guest with him now.*\n\n\"The catch is you're going to be pulling your own weight.\"*He says to her.*\"First thing being cleaning yourself up the moment we get to wherever we're going and after you do that, if you think you cannot continue pulling your own weight around here, I'll expect you gone in the morning.\"*The last part seemed a bit harsh, but he didn't care for having another around the house that didn't plan on doing anything. He already spend his efforts once before on another just to nearly get killed by them in the process. The world wasn't such a nice place, people taking others for granted. But he could have figured that from the start and he was sure she knew now too.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*I layed there still over you as the night sky glowed as the trees came away little by little, moonlight spilling ever so slightly where it needed to be. Playing its part perfectly to the land as you approached the building over completely obvious to it as listened to your voice , thinking what you even looked like under the mask.\nTha you were bitter with your cold words that had a kindling warmth to their underlining. Talking about selling me and how cheap I am. \nHow expendable I am even \nI really am. I could've died here \nCould've been skinned , \nSold\nAnything, thinking I could go out and do this all alone . Dumb luck this all.* \"I could've killed you... I I tried to... Without even asking wo you were ..I apologise .. I could've done... I've done... A lot of things to even get me here... \nWait do you even have clothes for me?? I can just wear these, t they're fine...\"*The dress and cloak being covered in dirt ,blood , all sorts of things and even my own sickness , merely not wanting to be anymore of a worry for you . Feeling like I owe you absolutely everything to my name*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"No you couldn't have.\"*He said in casual response to her words of killing him. There was a number of things that hadn't killed him yet for this to be the way he went. With the building drawing closer he finally gazed down at her.*\"Can't say I do. Extra clothes cost more money after all. Something you'll have to work for. The clothes you got now will do well enough for what you've accomplished.\"*He chuckled at the last part.*\"So you're going to wash them too while you're at it.\"*As he neared the door, the sound of barking was able to be heard from just beyond.*\"Don't mind the wolves.\"*He said randomly to her.*\"I have a lot of them.\"*Without further explanation, he opened the door and in a sudden surge of fur, several wolves bursted forth from the entryway to come and greet him. They jumped up at his legs, investigating him curiously with what he brought back.*\"Down boys, this isn't for you.\"*He said to them as he walked by. Some of the wolves lowered to the ground at his words while others continued tailing him as he entered the dark room beyond. From there, he lightly placed her back down on the ground only for the wolves to flourish across and take up most of the floor around her.*\"Sit tight for a while.\"*He told her before walking off into the darkness, only his steps highlighting the direction he was heading in.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*I look down at my clothes, dirty and ripped at parts as I hear the wooden planks as you watch to the door. Placing me down as the flurry of wolves surround me as I'm absolutely petrified . Absolutely frozen as you walk after into the house , the darkness consuming you as I look at the wolves , staring at me. Wanting to even pat 1 or 2 as I hover my hand close to 1 then just gazing at my gloved hand. Taking my hand back immediately looking down at the ground then around the household from what little light there was. I thought to myself how crude it all was. Absolutely weird and must man-made it seems all of it is.*\"A Hunter... Bear man... You hunt around here. ... I know some of these pelts... The R... Barron had a lot of these hung up in his quarters. Absolutely dreadful it is... Killing... Even animals.\"*The blood all over my dress showing lies to the words. Showing an absolute bloody mess covering majority of the white areas. Clearly being older than tonights. I take the silk out of my dresses waist and tie my ragged hair with it. As I look down at the wolves smelling the blood on the dress even giving a look of anger in their eyes to it. Feeling threatened I shimmy myself backwards away as I turn my back to where you walked , my gloved hands untieing some tied ribbons and sitting against the wall , feeling the dress untighten feeling relief as I look down at what skin I could see. Covered, in blood. \nDried, the skin itself being uncut but covered in blood none the less as I check over my shoulder hoping you cannot see me. Whispering to myself* \"All this blood...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Oh no, I don't hunt.\"*He responds from the darkness.*\"They do. Pretty helpful at getting rid of pests as well for what it's worth. And it's a good trade for extra money.\"*Suddenly, a small light flickered into view, a single candle in the distance being lit, followed by another and another as the room began gradually come into view, albeit with a darkened look to it. The candlelight could only reach so much. He turned around to face her, his appearance the most visible it's been all night, the wolves as well. Each of them were coated in brown fur, some slightly darker than others with what differentiation could be seen between them. He walked over to her, placing a bucket down beside her.*\"There's a well just outside of here. You can fill this up to get the bath ready, I'll show you where it is whenever you get back.\"*He explained rather dismissively.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*The room was absolutely massive for what I was . The candles fulfilling what I thought it was, the wolves and even you just coming into sight. Not as frightened now seeing skin that showed*\"You're just a man... Out here... Doing your own business...\"*I get up , barely a limp to my foot , was it the sealing of it? The thought of like it never happened lingering within your mind as I dust myself off leaving the doorway seeing the small well in sight as I leave the stay leaving the door open so the light pours through the short grass. \nShe was walking\nNo injury to even be present in her walk. \nShe held the bucket as she walked slowly towards it, seeing me make distance to it. Was it healed. Holding in the pain, if she didn't kill then why all that blood. A maid out here. She got some water as you saw her look back at you , eyes gazing even through the darkness. If she had not eaten in days, how is she alive, not malnourished or any sort. \nSomething was wrong. \nShe walked gently with the huge bucket of water as it was filled to the brim, water dripping from the sides as she carefully made her way back up the hill. \nThe thought comes again.\nThe Dagger she carried didn't bare any stain of blood to it. It wasn't even used. Yet she was covered in it. \nShe approached , the bucket dripping as she held it up proudly*\"I I got it!! S see! Where do I put it??\"*She sounded innocent but looked as she had slaughtered something or someone with the now apparent blood you could see that covered her body. The candles showing it well. The wolves sniffing the scent of it. I look at your face seeing you look at me and the clothes.*\" Is everything ok?? I got the water... This wasn't a test was it...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"That I am.\"*He said, confirming her statement.*\"Consider me a business man of sorts if you wish.\"*The Silnari watched her head off, taking the time to usher the wolves off to the living room so that they weren't swarming the place so much. To anyone's count, it looked to be about 10 or 11 in total, which was a lot no matter how many ways one looks at it. He awaited her return, giving a simple nod of approval in her fetching the water.*\"Try not spill that on the way to the washroom. You have a lot more trips to do in order to fill it up.\"*He soon turned away, grabbing one of the candles and leading her off down a long hallway before suddenly turning and opening one of the doors that led to the washroom. He placed the candle down inside to at least provide some light for her to come and go.*\"Go ahead and pour the water you got into the tub. Then make the rest of the trips needed and wash up. I'll be in the kitchen for the time being. Make yourself decent before joining me.\"*He said soon turning and leaving once more.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She ran out immediately making multiple trips from the well as you heard her walk through each and every time. Hearing the dripping of water with every trip filling up the tub within the washroom, the last trip running in towards you as I place the bucket beside you as I enter the washroom, the water was cold and bitter walking back to you hoping for an answer to warm it* \"Is there a system to warm it... Y you could maybe put your sword ... Flame one near it yeah... Anything... It's its awfully cold... Is there soap, a a towel... Anything that doesn't scream bushman...\"\n\n\"I do need your help with something regardless...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"*Terrel watched her idly as she asked for a number of things. He walked off without a word, eventually returning back with two of the three things she asked for.*\"Soap.\"*He said tossing it to her.*\"Towel.\"*He continued tossing the other one at her.*\"And if you think you're getting a heated tub tonight, you need to get off your high horse Princess.\"*Terrel continued. He knew winter was coming, but luxuries like that were earned. She would do just fine with the basic necessities he gave her for now. And if she didn't like it, she could always simply leave.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She reached for both thanking him as placed under her arm and within her pocket of her dress. Absolutely frazzled that you wouldn't even give any warm water when I know you could. Wanting to even shout at you from your comment. Clenching my fist , biting my lip. \nI'm thankful. \nHe saved me\nI could tell you had a bitter heart, thankful again enough to even open up to me.*\n\"Thank you Terrel. I appreciate it very much\" *She bows before heading to the wash room ,looking back before parting her lips again*\"I'll be fine so please don't enter ok.\" *She closes the door to it as she looks at the cold water bath, the room was warm . Which seemed to make the water even leveled with the room temperature, despite that though, it didn't feel any different. She un buttoned the clothing and untied the corset that held the back of the dress, she was bare feet, just the cloth covering where the injury was on her foot. \nShe placed all that aswell as her delicates within a small box next to the door. \nThe gloves. \n*She stared at them taking a deep breath as she placed them just beside the bath within good and quick reach. Even she was thinking to wear them while she bathed. Touching it as she jolts back from the cold as she places herself into it. Covering her whole Body. The blood seeping into the water that washed off her body. \nShe looked at herself , why was she here... It's simply stupid... Stupid... She was deep in thought with herself as she looked at her hands. \nShe hated her hands\nShe hated looking at them\nWishing she never had to look at them again\nIt sickened her.\nShe places herself under the water , just laying under as she just thinks. Holding herself as her fearful mind just make her ache. Screaming into the water as she just simply wants this nightmare to end . The water no long being as cold as she once felt. But\nJust being full\nOf dread even regret, filling her thoughts layered on the water*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Wasn't planning to.\"*He said, watching her close the door and soon turning away to head into the living room where his wolves sat in excitable silence. He gave each of them a light pat as he moved to the fireplace to light it. That seemed to be the last bit needed to cast the room into fuller light, bringing an aura of warmth to the area as he gave a gentle sigh. His wolves stretched out along the floor, always seeming to grow comfortable near the warmth of the fire and amongst the many furry bodies there were. He watched them for a while at first drawn in by the idea of joining them, but alas there was something he had to do first. He took off his cloak and boots placing them near each other, by the couch before heading towards the kitchen to grab a few ingredients. He worked in silence, the only thing typically filling the sound for him being the animals both in and out of the house. It left the land rather peaceful around here despite technically being in enemy territory, that was pleasant enough for him.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She continues bathing as she continues to be under the water holding her breath. \nThe air escaping her as she didn't want to go up from air, simply just at ease under the water, feeling like she was away from everything. Everything she was running away from . The water didn't even seem cold anymore to her. She stayed there . The air almost fully leaing her mouth as she was forced to go for air breathing heavily as she screamed hitting the side of the bath. Talking to herself being loud like she was in an argument with herself*\"Why!! This is a curse you witch. You creature ... I would still be with my sisters... You won't even... You won't even let me die... I'm gonna remove you, let you die. Let you suffer. The way you have to me!!!\" *She hits the bath again the bath is simply red from all the blood washed away onto her. As she looks back onto it . Terrified*\n\" THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!! I didn't do anything!! W what do you... No stop it. You would never and I would never allow such a thing...\"*She gets out of the bath holding the towel around her as put the gloves back on and ripping parts of the dress to even cover a bit of her body. Only her legs and arms showing as she sat holding herself looking out the window within the room*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel glanced up from his task at the sound of her yelling to herself. It was enough to rile up the wolves a bit to which he gave a tired sigh.*\"I'm just going to ignore that.\"*He told himself, continuing to cut up the vegetables and placing them in a pot before moving to grab some salted meat from the storage and begin placing them in bowls for his wolves. It was slowly beginning to occur to him that he was probably currently sharing a house with a psychopath. Why couldn't there be days where a person he came across out in the middle of nowhere was just normal? He whistled for his wolves, drawing the animals in and placing down each of their bowls to eat from before soon looking around to grab a smaller bowl of fruit for the Furrow he had. Once he was sure everyone gotten everything he returned to cooking the rest of the meal.*\"If you're done yelling at yourself in there. Food is nearly ready.\"*He called to her.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She freezes as she panics or how much did you actually hear. Holding herself and at her ripped dress. Only covered by the thin clothing of it. She crouches down at it more tearing more into it. The puffy layers being cut out having something like a gown made out of it after putting on her delicates then covering herself with the dark green cloak she also had with her. Looking at what once her dress she wore everyday. \nTattered. \nPlacing the gloves on her hands not matching anything at all especially to what she wore looking like PJs\n She walked out after hanging up the towel then walking to the somewhat dining area where you were. Her hair puffed and drenched and no longer covered in blood . Her blue eyes looking at you as her makeshift outfit looked ridiculous but made do for the time being* \"I I was just thinking out loud to myself sorry... Didn't think I was so loud... Oh y you didn't have to make food for me it's ok \"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I worry for any individual who's around you whenever you make a single complex thought in that case.\"*He said in response, looking back to her as she had finally made her way back in. She still looked like a mess in his eyes, but he supposed it was better than before. With her saying he didn't have to make food for her, he says:*\"I think you'd rather eat it than watch it go to waste. Unless of course you care that little for it.\"*He turned and decided to pour a single bowl out of the cream colored stew he had made. Terrel held the bowl out to her, waiting.*\"Last chance to change your mind.\"*He told her.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She took the whole comment of her saying you worry for anyone around her taking the bowl as she sat down*\"You worry for anyone around me... Why is that... What about me comes off as worrisome... Listen I know I was in the middle of the Forrest.. Far away from anything nearby. \nIt isn't my fault Terrel! I don't want to be deemed a threat even by you...\"*She felt her stomach as she looked at the bowl , with 1 of the wooden spoons set out she took to it, enjoying the warmth of it*\"It's delicious... Though I feel no hunger even towards this food... I don't even remember when I last ate... Could i be sick.. Or something happened to me of a sort... N no... I...\"*She mutters off seeming to talk to herself again then looking up at you then at the food continuing to eat it slowly as you practically stared at her*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You're delirious. That's why.\"*He said to answer her question. Once she took her own bowl, he decided to make one for himself and quietly eat it. It had the simple taste of potatoes to it with some other flavors in that could have been a simple combination of cheese and other spices. Potato soup. It was a simple meal, but he preferred it well enough.*\"You keep talking like you're a threat to people. I have yet to see that and, until then, I'll doubt any words you say regarding it.\"*He said.*\"Could be sick. I wouldn't know. Have no clue what you've been doing before I found you nor do I care enough to ask.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "\"I'm delirious?? W what are you even on about... I've just had a bad couple days that's all!! What do you even know... It's so complicated... \nHow do I even trust you. Your a mercenary... T this could be poisoned... \"*Despite her remark she continues to drink it looking at you.*\"It's not poison... It's very nice... \"\n*Silence breaks the room as i look at the soup then yourself*\n\"Listen I am a threat... Just a mercenary such as yourself wouldn't understand... Maybe you would but you would kill me.. Sell me... For sure... I'm not even sure what the threat is .. But I've seen it... Experienced it...\"*Her hand clenches onto the other gloved hand. Tugging at it nervously*\nI've killed someone \n2 people \nFirst ever in my life \nIt was an \nAccident... It ... I havnt slept in these 3 days cause of it\"\n*She continues to drink the soup looking nervously at you*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yeah and I've only seen about an hour's worth of it.\"*He commented in turn to her saying she's been having a couple bad days.*\"This whole thing...\"*He began, gesturing towards her.*\"Is being delirious. Though I guess the lack of sleep has explained it.\"*He took another sip from his bowl, walking over to take a seat at the table and casually leaning back in his chair.*\"Is that what's troubling you this much, killing a couple people?\"*He was about to make a further comment, but eventually realized that his own experience in doing it regularly wasn't the same for most others.*\"Right...\"*He said simply instead.*\"I wouldn't worry too much of it, death is hardly permanent if enough people care.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She sat in her chair just sinking and more into it ,just staring at the soup . The bowl just being gazed at ,being just her focal point to take her mind of what words she wanted to say. Her appetite unchanged from even taking the soup, being frightened of what she would even do.*\"It was my sister. 1 of them ... Family.. That I killed... I grow ever regretful of why I'm here just thinking about it...\"*Her hands cuffed together feeling them both, the gloves being needed at and twisted as her hands shake* \"Why couldn't have you killed me when you saw me... These regretful choices that's happened. It's just becoming unbearable...\"*She looked up at you. The blue eyes being teary and just \nScared. Like a child losing their mother within the marketplace. She looked back at her soup* The second person I killed was a farmer ...... Which I don't even remember his face or name... I.. Don't remember it happening... \nJust what happened after\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If you wanted me to put you out of your misery I could have just done so.\"*He said simply.*\"But I believe you fear death over most things seeing as you asked me to help you instead. Which maybe I took it the wrong way, but I'm assuming the request was not just letting you die out there.\"*He stared back at her, the mask covering much emotion from him, though her own face become all too easy to read the talent Silnaris had.*\"If the mistakes you made is so hard to live with, then you should be working to fix them rather than wallowing in your own shame. Otherwise you may well be dead. At least that would give you an ease of mind one way or another.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*I sit there just staring at your mask , the gaze looking right through you as I lean forward towards you* \"It wouldn't of even ended if you stabbed me. You and I have such a long understanding of anything about my situation... I want to show you... I want to ... Please ... Let me... I want to trust you\"*She holds the spoon from the soup as she knocks it off the table.*\"I don't know what you even want from me. Just want to eat normally ....\"*The haze goes away just looking at you and the spoon on the floor, just scared and staring at you breathing heavily, gasping for air even as I hold the tables wood harshly*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel could see that the situation must have been getting worse from her, watching as the spoon fell upon the floor in her confusion.*\"What I want from you is for you to finish your meal, go to sleep, and if you so make the choice, leave tomorrow morning.\"*He answered for her. Terrel didn't know what was up with her, the killing and sleep most likely causing her to struggle so much with simple thoughts. He wasn't going to humor her all night though. The Silnari eventually finished his bowl, getting up and moving away from her.*\"I don't need your trust, not even an ally of mines all things considered. But for one night, I'd prefer some peace and quiet.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She looks at her soup as she can't even finish it. Hunger not being something relevant to her.*\"T thank you for the soup... I I cannot eat anymore Terrel... I'm so sorry about this... For throwing your spoon.\"*She goes and picks it up as she walks up to you, in shame*\"Please let me do the dishes... Do something for you... I want to make you for it... Please..\"*She pleads as even as she wants to do them her leather gloves stay on as she gathers the bowls even without your permission, just muttering to myself again completely even ignoring and not waiting for your answer, simply just in a whole different world , head up in the clouds , thinking why you even let this into your household*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I... Right...\"*He said, watching her simply go to do the dishes anyways. Consider it the maid in her or something, he wasn't sure. However, it was clear that she wasn't all there. He left her to do such, heading to the living room and grabbing a couple blankets on the way to leave them on the couch.*\"Up you all go.\"*He told his wolves as they finished up their meals, forcing them to head off to the bedrooms for the night. He looked over towards Elizabeth, saying simply:*\"There's a couple blankets on the couch for you to sleep at for the night. Be sure to put out the candles and fireplace before going to sleep.\"*He told her, entrusting her with the task as he headed off with his wolves.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "\"Yes I understand Terrel I'll do just that as you asked\" *She continued to do the dishes themselves, the gloves getting soaked while doing so. Despite it all she did them, cleaning everything within the sinks area as well as the dining table. \nShe looked at what he had left her. Blankets upon comfort. Just like home. She took off the gloves placing them in front of the fire letting them dry as she pressed her fingertips to every candle , placing herself finally in front of the fire , the warmth felt so good on her skin. Like a warm summers day. A comfortable hug. It was like home. She looked at her hands then at the fire as she held them up, warming them , as they were damp and clammy from always being under gloves. She got comfortable cross legged just looking at the fire.\"Does it ever feel cold. Being the way you're. You don't ever feel the warmth of a fire? Do you feel what I feel. If you do. It feels nice doesn't it. The warmth on your face and hands. \nHe was so nice enough to even let me stay here... To let me sleep here... I don't even know where I'm going to go from here on out.. I can't burden him... Not with you... Not with you of all things on this Earth. Your the whole reason I'm even our here in the first place... \nJust let me sleep tonight ok. \n*I start to put out the fire with the prod next to it as I take off my cloak and clothing hanging it next to the smouldering fire as it warms and drys. Wrapping myself in the many blankets as I look at the moon and stares through the window. Curled up being warm and cosy*\n\"Vera you never will understand. We are stuck together within this... This fate you brought upon yourself ...\" *The night was cold and harsh , being on the brink of freezing whoever had the misfortune of being outside on the night. The dripping water outside even freezing to ice*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel stripped down as he got into bed for the night, his army of wolves finding a place to sleep along the floor near the bedside. Part of him figured himself a fool for helping this person who clearly wasn't doing okay for a number of different reasons. He couldn't bother ridding himself of her now though. The decision had already been made and with any luck she'd be gone by the morning. He pulled the covers over him, letting out a tired yawn in simply thinking of it too much. The Silnari had a lot of tasks to get done around here before continuing his travels. This would merely be another chore. Ah well, it's nothing new. For now he simply rested, sleeping the night away.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*Sunlight had broken through the mercenaries stronghold house, the wood giving way to it as the blades of grass surrounding it swayed and shone to the rising sun. It was warm, the cold night itself had frozen over what moisture it could find but the burning sun just undid its work. \n\nThe girl, she was outside, sitting in the grass just outside the porched area. Majority of her clothes hung in front of the once alive fire, outside wrapped within the thickest blanket you'd given her. Just sitting with her eyes closed taking in the wind, losing track of the time within the moment. Simply at peace. \n\nThe journey partaked was long which she wanted to travel. A goal finding whatever path she wanted if it was hers to find at all. Simply today the Mercenary wants her gone or even to pull her own weight. Simply didn't want to cause more problems for her than she already did. \nShe was a mystery to be sure. \nSomething he'd find to himself very soon, or even have more questions.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel relaxed in the kitchen for a while, silently sipping from a cup of water as he read from the book he was once given to him from a clan of dead warriors. He had to admit, their folktales carried some interest despite how cliche they were. He wasn't one to judge a Kemonomimis way of talking about life though, after all, he wasn't one. Only as some time began to pass did he finally glance off towards the front door where he knew the Macen was sitting somewhere beyond. He never bothered to check what for, but it seemed like she waiting for something considering she hadn't left yet. After finding a nice spot to stop at in the book, he eventually closed it before grabbing his cloak and heading towards the doorway from which he opened up and stood against as he was instantly welcomed by the bright light of day. He glanced over towards Elizabeth, standing in silence for a while before he eventually asked:*\"So what'll it be?\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She glanced upon the grass lands still , her bare hands feeling upon the grass as her gloves were still in doors, the blanket covering what she barely on as she blaintenly ignored you, mesmerised by the grassy field. Touching it and pulling on it even. In a daze, her body almost stiff apart from that.\nHer back turned to you still, as she moved her finger through the dirt like a child, up, down, left right. Ominously silent and still ignoring you , muttering to herself as she looked back you almost like she just now heard your voice, eyes faded from the once blue to a bright yellow replacing the blue that matched the sky, almost matching the sun now in comparison as she stared at you holdinh her hand out as it bared markings tattooed into the skin, runes , words, fixtures, forming patterns across it as they were red like blood almost anicent .She held her hand out with a dead expression as it was almost like she was waiting for something to happen*\n\"Strange\"\n*Her expression stays stale. The yellowish eyes simply looking at her hand then you looking like she honestly expected more*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel watched the display, his brows furrowing in thought before he finally stood up more straight and crossed the remaining distance between them. Seemed like the night of rest hardly did anything for her with her lack of proper response. He brought his gloved fingers down close to her face, snapping them directly in front of her as if to snap her out of this little trance she seemed to be in.*\"Elizabeth.\"*He said, using her name this time.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She stepped back a bit but then placing her hand on his body the markings glowing but\nNothing. \nHer startled look ran away as you clicked your fingers calling out her name. The yellow faded away from her eyes, the blue seamlessly returning. She looked at him , her hand and even the fact she was almost naked behind the blanket.*\"I I didn't!! Where am I... Terrel is everything ok . I don't understand... \"*She looks at her runed hand almost getting ptsd from when she last touched someone with it. Ended in mush. The markings had turned to a dull red. Being something she was afraid of as she walks backwards, the dirt behind her being drawn in, sigils and symbols drawn and dug into it. She holds herself.\nFeeling a stolen kitchen knife stuff into her bottom garment. Dropping it instantly*\"Terrel I didn't know , please\"*She crouches down looking at him , just waiting and wanting him to decide what to happen*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*If his face was at all visible, she'd have been able to notice a rather unamused expression as she tried touching him only to go into another panic and drop one of the kitchen knives in turn.*\"Elizabeth.\"*He said to her in a low tone before is softened into something more derogatory.*\"What are you trying to do? If you wanted to kill me you could have at least attempted it while I was asleep.\"*He didn't really wait for her to get it a response in. It was a wonder of how anyone could deal with keeping her around especially in this state she was in.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She holds her hands , the hands clearly a work of something horrible. Looking painful on frail small hands. The hands that were even trying to kill you*\n\"I didn't want to kill you Terrel! Understand that please! I'm so thankful for you looking after me. I would never kill you in your sleep!! Believe me. This\nIs what I've been dealing with. It's just getting worse.\"*She looks down at the Runes and markings dug and drawn on the ground kicking it and filling in the dirt. As she holds her hands under the blanket.*\"These hands have done horrible things ... This creature is limited... She's not used to this than I am used to it. I can just hear her always . I didn't expect it to even happen .... I have no idea what it was doing... Please you cannot sell me off . I need. I need to go to somewhere that can seal it or i don't know... I'm just so scared Terrel. I could wake up with people killed\"\n*She turns her back to you as she puts the blanket down just below her back. Runes and markings follwering around her back to and assuming the rest of her body to. An absolute danger*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yeah well actions speak louder than words.\"*He says, dismissively of her, waving away the whole display. The Silnari hardly cared about what she was trying to do. All he knew that it was unsuccessful in some way. Now she was bringing up some creature thing. Whatever crisis she was going through, he wasn't about to put up with stuff like this again. Besides he couldn't help her if she couldn't even help herself first.*\"No one's out here looking to buy someone who has no control of their own actions. I've only come out here to see if you made a decision yet, but right now I rather you do us both a favor and go put some clothes on.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She looks at you then at herself screaming she notices what she is even wearing, looking back at you holding the blanket tight as she crouches herself down in front of you .\nShe looks up as she holds her hands out to* \" Listen I will pull my own weight ... I do feel safe with you , train me with something I can use to defend myself. Please and whenever she does anything... Her... It. You could deal with her. Please . I cannot let her do anything to anyone. You can whatever you like to me if that happens I just don't want to kill anyone else. I will follow all your orders. I will do what I can to learn from you. Just look at what happened. I have no idea what she was doing. She planned to even kill you with no regret or emotion.\"*She looks away after thinking that she could've killed someone as nice as you. As she shuffles her way past you and inside to get dressed as she looks back at you as she walks back in the doorway.*\"Please accept Terrel\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You do realize that this is quite literally in your head?\"*He questioned her after she moved about to put something on and asked him to let her stay.*\"And frankly if I valued my life at all, I wouldn't be teaching you how to do more damage with a dagger considering you can't even stop yourself from attacking anyone.\"*He turned away from her, heading back inside the house for the time being and whistling for his wolves to come down and join him.*\"You're better off not giving a better weapon to someone looking to kill you, whatever this thing that you're talking about is.\"*He continued, silently counting as each wolf made their way over.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She dresses herself with the makeshift clothes again, placing the blanket down gently and folding the blankets you had provided to her, making it neat and tidy as she tidied the couch and living area. Her bare feet rushing up your way as she stood in front of you pointing at you and pressing her gloved finger on you*\"She already knows how to use a Dagger and blade , but me I know nothing. I do think you can put her down. She can only do so much with me. I'm your duty now \"*She flicks you where she was pressing into you*\"I'm your duty cause it would be on you if people died. She's limited cause I process no magic potency what so ever. \nThese Runes. They burned into me when I first met her, I have no clue what they do or what they're but I'm sure you can keep whatever she is at bay. Right??\"*She holds her gloved hand out wanting to shake yours*\"This is a deal. Cause I know I'm gonna die out here... Or kill someone out here.\nI give you permission.\nTo do what means you see fit\nTo even injure me\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel placed a gloved palm on top of her head, using his hand to move her and create a bit of space between the two as he continued counting up all the wolves. Once he was done, he finally decided to address her.*\"First off, what you do to other people I hardly know is not a concern of mine until it becomes a problem worth being paid for with the Mercenaries here and even then I may still be disinterested in it. Second, unless whoever 'she' is decides to come out and physically fight me, you're more likely to end up dead over them which I can easily do to rid myself of this conversation. Third, if you want to know the purposes of runes, then you should read up on them and try teaching yourself something.\"*He said to her before leading the wolves outside.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*Her jaw drops in what he sez absolutely having if no other way in what he wants as she knows that she would not survive out here by herself as she rushes after him and the wolves*\"Listen I will do anything you ask of me! You can't just walk off like that. I will cook for you! I I will clean , I I'll do will do whatever it takes to just have you even look after me. I mean it! Teach me to hunt or teach me to do anything. I just don't want to die out here . Also if she somehow found a way to use that magic you'd be dead. You talk so carefully of her but I've seen what she's done. I've lived it! So bloody give me this chance to even give you a hand , please Terrel, I'll pull my weight...\nI promise you that...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Where had he heard that before? He tried thinking of it for a moment, having some Deja vu towards something similar being said just to regret it later. She hated killing, though seemed like she was already broken by it from a will that wasn't her own. Why does he always find himself in this kind of mess? Terrel turned to look back at her, eyeing her with an expression that the mask could only come off as neutral. He was merely watching her to find some truth in her words, eventually giving a shrug and saying:*\"Alright.\"*In such casualness that he simply resumed his focus on his wolves soon after. He supposed he did make the deal with her, one that he hopefully won't have to take back later with all things considered. The Silnari had other stuff to focus on, however, having a day's worth of tasks to get done already.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*Her face brightened as she heard it, smiling an innocent joyful smile full of teeth. It was music to her ears, given a chance she could never possibly fail at. It was all she had after all. Staying close to him as her bare feet sinked into the grassy plain beneath her feet. \nShe was excited. \nAll theat dread seeming to disappear. Or even hidden from his view. As casualty she was. To herself and him. She knew it but a casualty he could avoid and deal with given by her permission. \nShe joyfully hung about him* \"Where were you born exactly?? Here, this this run down building. You on the run like me or just have always been broad and brooding. The pig mask what's with it?\"\nThe feeling of almost adopting a child seemed to fill her role. But it was her comfort she sort out over the last few days, getting as close she could so she wouldn't lose it.\nThere was nothing out there for her but questions, nothing out there but answers she might never get*\"Listen I'll fill in stuff about me if you do fill out things for you , you don't seem as mysterious to me anymore\" *She span around him, protecting questions at him left right and centre . Could she even provide a use. She was bright in her nature. Holding nothing back on how she felt. But it was also her first proper time away from the castle that she wasn't running. She was walking*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel decided to ignore her overly excited nature, making his way further out along the large field with his wolves moving after him.*\"Not interested.\"*He said to her about them sharing any information about each other. As they drew further from the house, distant crop lands were able to be seen, some housing plants while other remained yet to have been grown.*\"Any good with handling animals?\"*He eventually asked her as they came to a stop just beyond the crop lands.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*His blatantly ignorant nature form her voice just made her opinion of him feel bitter, pestering him probably wasn't the best thing though, as he was the one providing the room over her head. She looked at him when he asked about the animals*\"I've more or less fed a dog and a rabbit. A house cat to... W why do you ask?? We arnt gonna kill anything are we??\" *She looked beyond the cropped lands. A grace on the land and showing man made presence there*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"No, but they probably will.\"*He said, gesturing down to the wolves.*\"But in that case, good for them. I need you to watch them while I get work done here. Take them out to the forest or something and let them run around a bit. Maybe they'll catch their own breakfast while they're at it.\"*The Silnari responded.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She was frazzled by even the command itself , entrusting her to the wolves . But knowing this was her chance to earn his trust, looking after them . Being her number 1 priority now.*\"I will look after them I promise. Please don't worry ok I've looked after so many dogs before, bloodhounds and that. To even some little ones.\"*She walks off as the wolves dash off ahead, she runs after them , the forest being hung with the high tree tops, being the same one I got lost in myself, but looking back at you as I walked , the path somewhat being visible, whenever the wolves didn't take it . Stressed her out. She looked at them run, stretch their legs and someday play looking for prey as I chased after them , chasing after me . The stress and sense of responsibility made it hard to have fun. Despite they were . I sat down on a huge rock as I watched them all, leaning back between the shade thinking what have i done to deserve such a high task for my first job* \"They catch their own stuff , trained so well\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Never was.\"*He said, not worried in the slightest in knowing that the wolves were more likely to watch her than vice versa. Terrel decided to leave them to it, spending the day working at the fields and making sure the budding crops would have opportunity to grow. His main focus was on the parsnips, deciding he'd want to add on the extra grown ones to the original harvest he needed to hand to a certain Vampiress as once promise. It would be a long trip back, but he supposed he had a deliverer now if anything.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She watches them as they hunt , seeking further food, tearing and catching prey , extremely nasty and bloody. Guts, organs and last breaths fleeing the creatures they tear apart. Disgusting. They bring one below my rock where I sit . Watching it's brutality as my stomach rumbles even looking at it.*\"Vera this enjoyment of yours.. It's disgusting... He will provide me food though. What do you mean... Unfulfilled hunger.. Stupid monster\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*As daylight began to fade with the quick onslaught of the colder seasons. Terrel decided to haul in his harvest for the day. The rest would take quite some time to grow, though perhaps when he returned they will have done pretty well. He headed back to the house for the night, knowing the wolves would return soon enough once they had tuckered themselves out. He left the basket on the counter, deciding to head back outside in waiting for the others. Night came quickly this time of year and he had to make sure the wolves didn't wander too far. The maid he could care less of, he was sure she'd get herself killed one way or another though the wolves he liked to ensue the safety of when possible.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*The day was long and it tuckered her out, looking after those wolves all day , watching them hunt and play, it was a spectacle honestly to her. Never doing such a thing like this before. The wolves nudging her as she had fallen asleep as she awoke she looked around at some of the wolves waiting for her before going home. She was tired as the forest was dark, the wolves knowing where to go as I followed them , my stomach absolutely aching as I hold it.*\"Hoping he has food at home. I know you guys have eaten well\"*She holds onto some of them guiding her way as her stomach hurts more looking forward to her now home.*\"Stop talking to me alright I'm not interested \"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel took the whistle around his neck, blowing into it and calling the wolves' attention. They all ran back over to him, soon heading off into the house one by one. Once they were all inside, he glanced back towards Elizabeth, simply watching her for a short while before turning and heading inside with the rest of them without a word. He left to go light up the fireplace for the night, allowing some warmth to seep into the house to counteract the cold outside for the time being.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She sat down holding her stomach looking at him up and down, his broad scary figure completely filling the living area. The wolves well fed and filling the house hold. Our gazes being quick and blank to each other. Looking at you and the pig mask*\"My day was good... Just... Looked after them as you instructed ... W what did you do all day today?? You were out for so long. Had me worried a bit\"*She leaned back untieing her hair and taking off her gloves. Placing them on the hard wood in front of the fire place waiting for you to join her*\"Hey so... What's there to cook with...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I don't know why.\"*He said in return to her worry as he headed off towards the kitchen to go grab his books.*\"I clearly know how to get by here. Had a good harvest of carrots today, but we won't be eating those. You'll be taking them off to the marketplace tomorrow to spare me having to babysit you. The tomatoes and leeks could do for a nice meal.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "\"Babysit? Let you know I'm old enough to look after myself... Just not within the wild lands... All this is new to me. But I am fully capable! Believe me I know what are my limits. Trying so hard to be a broot...\"*She gets up heading to the kitchen opening everything trying to figure out where everything is . Simply finding where things had a place, the veggies scattered over the cutting board, looking for where the knives are kept*\"Terrel I need a knife to cut the veggies.. Where are they??*She looks upon a shelf being well out of her reach for her small stature*\"You wouldn't do this would you?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You can't even trust yourself, much less me trusting you.\"*He said to her casually as he brought the book back into the living room, finding a seat on the couch for the time being.*\"So you'll be taking the day's journey to the nearest town while I'm away.\"*He didn't look over at her in her scramble to find everything, merely opening the book instead to glance through it with his wolves gathering at his feet.*\"Have you tried checking countertop.\"*He said in response to her trying to find a knife.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She opens the draw Grabbing one out. As she starts to cut the tomato's and leeks , doing it with ease and efficiency. It was natural to her. She had cooked thousand Times and was taught well how to do so by her sisters. She emptied her pocket, some flowers she had collected between the Forrest today as she soaked them on the veggies. Preparing a broth to it with what she could find.*\"If anyone knows who I am I will be killed Terrel. Y you should come with... It would be safer...\" *She places the veggies into one of the Stone cookers, letting the veggies simmer and warm within the flame provided through the kitchen* I havnt cooked since I cooked for Royals funny enough.. It was a day of a new child for them. Held a celebration and there was that many guests the maids had to chip in to cook rather than clean that day. It was amazing. The colours and people that went. \nDelicious the food was I tell you. \nI miss that place honestly...\"\n*The veggies soak with some cream, and the many spices within it, even a cut up apple soaking with them to make it sweeter . Squeezed and fried spices within the veggies adding a ginger type flavour to them. As I put the lid on coming into the living room as I sit beside you* \"It will be done soon Terrel. Just letting it sweeten and simmer. You read? Didn't think you were the type to do so, especially a book so big and worn out\"*She looks over at it*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I have my own business to tend to. Meeting up with a friend and I don't plan on being in two places at once just yet.\"*He said to her.*\"And if you're so worried of getting found just wear a mask. People do it often enough to not question it too much.\"*While she was talking about her own past with cooking, Terrel decided to make himself comfortable on the couch before continuing to read, her voice becoming mute and distant to him for a while until she eventually came into the living room with him. He didn't look up from what he was doing, merely side-eyeing her in acknowledgment of her presence as she questioned him being able to read.*\"You learn a lot from reading.\"*He said idly.*\"Maybe opening a book would do you some good.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She sits back after your comment, simply annoyed by the rudeness from you as the ignoring continued. She sat there just looking at him waiting for the food to simmer within the pot*\"I have been to school... Read before... How old do you think I am exactly? Treating me like a child..\"*Her high voice and small statue proved your point across, she had no say in what you had planned and sadly she knew she wouldn't get through to you* \"Maybe you should talk more about yourself. Open up a bit... You and masks honestly. Hey I don't think your deformed or anything just it's a personal preference I guess.. As freaky as it is. *She got up walking into the kitchen. Opening the pots lid as she churned the flames , grabbing 2 bowls and filling them both with the sweetened soup. The texture being light and red, barely even noticing the veggies in it. As I filled both, holding 2 spoons in my mouth as I carried the bowls in crossing my legs and placing mine on my lap as I hand yours to you as well as the spoon I take out between my lips* \"You that important to have business with a friend?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Literacy isn't for everyone.\"*He mused, sitting up as she brought the food over and taking a bowl. Terrel didn't decide to eat from it yet though, being wrapped in conversation with the maid in already having a debate over her taking the vegetables out to town.*\"There's nothing too open about. I think your little hysteria is leading to believe that I'm anything more than just a person trying to get work done. Importance have nothing to do with business. Just money mainly. Though doing it with a friend makes it all the less demanding.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She frowns at his speech, the dinner served to him showing that she does care and at least wants to know him better. She takes a mouthful of the food as rests her hand in her hand , swallowing the food*\"Hysteria... Why do you have 0 sympathy or thought of others. Who hurt you? Even seeing this friend is all about money. \"*His mask made his face emotionless as his bitterness contrasted to her sweetness. She accepted what she had to do realising it was her that had started this argument*\"Just have to sell the veggies yeah... Am I... Able to buy some clothes with the money.. 1 set\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"A number of people considering I get paid to get into fights often.\"*He answered casually while stirring the spoon around in the bowl of soup for a while.*\"I like to invest my efforts into things I see to be beneficial by day's end. Going far beyond that leads to a waste of both my time and money, two things that make this world run if you haven't already noticed. The business was already set, they just happened to be my friend already.\"*After a short pause, he finally decided to eat some of the soup, taking his time with it while he listened to her restate the errand she had to run while questioning if she could buy any clothes with what was earned.*\"Five percent of the profit is yours to spend. The rest is to see its way back here whenever you return.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She nods happy of what he said that she was able to spend some money on clothing, she had no shoes and even her maid outfit was reduced to the inne fabrics of it. Only clothing that was decent was the dark green hooded cloak she wore. She couldn't find the words to say back to him about his business as she kept eating, the food was good and she was proud of herself. The sweetness of it with the herbs and everything else she added. Hoping he liked it. Unable to tell from his face, almost afraid to talk to him without getting turned down*\"So umm... How is it? You like it Terrel? I do hope so..\"*I look over at the fire as I listen to words being told to me simply looking down at my soup as she talks*\"Terrel what town is it we are going to, who owns it there??\"*My fingers tapping on the side of the bowl rapidly almost itching for the answers.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"It's fine.\"*He said simply to her, the taste of it not being too impressive in his eyes, but he supposed it was decent enough. Between spoonfuls of the soup, he looked over to the maid saying:*\"*You* Are heading to Meshet. Just a bit further North of here.\"*He added emphasis to the first part, reiterating the fact that he will be elsewhere while she's selling off the harvest.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She saw his distastment towards her food as she could see the slight hesitation between the mouthfuls. \nHe didn't have hardly any sweet things within his kitchen. Feeling like probably his tastebuds hated it. \nShe choked on the food as she heard what he said coughing holding her hand in front of her mouth, struggling to talk between the coughing*\" W what?! B by myself? Your joking-*The mask almost seemed to stare at her, looking straight through her* \"Your not joking. You saw what would happen if I'm by myself I don't know how I've even survived this long by myself.\"*The mask seems darker , almost more threatening. As my mind only imagines what your face would be looking like as I even opened my mouth to speak*\"A knife. You will supply me with for the journey. To cut those threaten the path\"*The soup drops from my legs onto the ground , falling just below me, barely noticing*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel idly watched the soup fall to the floor, some of the wolves moving to lap it up with given opportunity.*\"You're cleaning that up.\"*He said, almost ignoring her original concerns before finally addressing them.*\"I'll make you a deal. I'll supply you with everything you need for the trip. Shouldn't take you anymore than three days to get there, get what you need, and make it back. If you return with everything intact, I'll consider giving you some fighting practice.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She stares at him. Looking directly where the eye slits were her lips almost wanting to speak something but seemed as they were talking but no words were coming out. She grinned but looking at the bowl*\"Soup. Muts.\"*She got up and stood in front of you looking directly at your mask*\"You will provide whatever I need. Any gold , weaponry. I do not need such training from the likes of someone as low as you. Scum livining with these lands. Wasting away to the icon and illusion of gold and riches. You will absolutely do what I say.\"*She holds the spoon in her hand the handle pointed like a Blunt blade*\"You're just flesh and blood. Wasted . You taunt me and you will suffer! Understand me?\"*Her yellow eyes glistened at him being at equal height level cause of him sitting*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel's eyes narrowed behind the mask at her words, not quite noticing the shift in personality with most of his attentiveness on her suddenly making demands from him. A slight aura was coming off of him, one that brought waves of warning as if she were crossing a line. The wolves seemed to pick up on it, backing away a bit from the two with their furs standing on end. None of her words made much sense considering they spoke about her in the same regard, though Terrel wasn't interested in listening to the wants of someone who could hardly do anything by themself. He stood up, the difference in height suddenly becoming much more obvious as he walked over to her and grabbed her by the arm to drag her off outside. The cold air seemed to enter the room as he opened the door, though he cared little for it as he shoved her off into the wintry atmosphere without a care. He remained by the door, small puffs of frosted air escaping his nose as he stared at her through the slits of the boar mask while the wolves seemed to peak out just behind him. No words ever left him, though he made his point nonetheless.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She didn't feel threatened as he stood up, used to bigger foes against her. Simply staring more at him having her arm almost lunge the Blunt spoon into him. As he grab her arm moving her*\"LET ME GO!! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME!!\" *The door opened as her body grew cold. His breath warm as the breeze that showed winters might on her. Any water frozen within the area, she struggled. Her frail body unable to even budge against you as she frantically moves trying her hardest* \"I WILL KILL YOU!! YOURE BENEATH ME\"*She struggles more as she tires herself out as the cold holds her body as she pants , absolutely in shock as she moves closer to you as she bites your arm as you don't even budge, looking up at you her gleaming yellow eyes not even believing in what she's seeing* I AM VERA y you can't be doing this. Let me go you you ... *She stops and just stares at you* \"We will not follow what you say. You're so beneath me ...You're... This can't be real. You have to be using magic..\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He continues listening to her rambles, deciding he was not having it for tonight.*\"I've been to hell and back more times than you can count. I do not mind dragging you there with me and I don't need *Magic* To do so.\"*He said, eventually turning away and slamming the door shut on her. She could freeze out there for all he cared. It was his house after all and she made her own promise as reason for letting her stay. Funny, how quickly that ended.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She shook her head as she was thrown out like she was nothing. Simply looking at him , eyes not even begging for mercy but still seeming they had authority over him. She was thrown out , as she ran up to the door as it slammed as she started punching it. Her knuckles bleeding on the wooden door the constant thumping slowed over time as she looked at her hands. The blood dripping down from her knuckles as she shivered*\"You're so weak ... Im just stuck to you... This body... We don't need this bandit to accomplish our goals... Just need to reactive these Runes then I'll... I'll come back and kill him... You dare whimper? He was gonna kill you , use you Elizabeth. Bitter man he is remember? Look how much he even cares for your body. You're nothing, you'll freeze . But I'll make sure you live I promise it even if you are in deep pain. You will hunger and you will be tortured and ill watch as you squirm. You will only know pain\"*The yellow fades as she drops to her knees outside corning herself at the corner of the door shivering , holding her body tight. As the pain from her knuckles keeps her warm, the blood being warm as it runs down her hand. She looks up at the door then at herself*\"Stupid... Creature... Stupid... Stupid creature... I just wanna be home... \nAbigail. Gwen and Evelyn. My sisters... I hope they're ok... \nI can't... It's so hard to even live with this... Why me. Why me. Why is it I that has to bare this...\"*She shivers as she slowly gets up shivering as she slowly walks through the icey grass fields barefoot and lightly clothed holding herself*\"I I don't want to burden the nice man... I I I'll just\"*She shivers as she falls shaking. As she crawls in the grass*\"Please I know these Runes can warm me... Vera please have mercy... I've seen them glow and warm.. S stop laughing ...\"*She continues to crawl as she gets up again her body pale as ever as she slowly walks towards the forest area , tredding as her body freezes and hurts.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel ignored the pounding on the door, preoccupying him with a mess he now had to clean up. Fortunately for him, the wolves had done plenty of the job already. He made haste in it, putting what remained of the food away as he directed his wolves to head back to the rooms. While he blew out the candles, the Silnari glanced out of the window to watch the maid lumbering off into the night. There was no sympathy in his gaze, having already dealt with someone who had similar outbursts. That was something he didn't plan on dealing with again. Eventually the final candle was blown out and he headed off to his room to rest for the night. Looks like he'll be having extra work to do in the morning, but he was used to it at this point.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*It was an overcast the morning that Terrel decided to set out for the Anushken border. He figured he take the time to check out the forest running along the line of it to see if it was worth anything to the hunters back in town. Terrel was never much of a hunter himself, but he was at least aware of the wildlife they sought with how much time he had spent with his Kemonomimi friend. By now, the sky has become completely cloudy, but Terrel wasn't worried of potential rain. He had his steed with him to take him back once the weather started threatening a storm. The Silnari came to an eventual stop as he came across a River he had grown to know well, allowing his horse some time to drink from it while he idly watched the area.*\"Not as many animals around as I would have thought, but I guess some are hiding out from the rain.\"*He said aloud, mostly to his horse with him being his own real company for the moment.*" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*Kissuluv the man himself been walking for hour to trying reach anushken border thinking it worth traveling, his mind mumbling several potenial of risk while traviling there. Kissuluv past is a myth nobody know him, Kissuluv he a broken man with several question about himself, he have endure pain and suffer from his former self, Kissuluv been mumbling his word as now he was lost in the forest, He begin to burst out screaming in anger, Kissuluv drop his sword, begin to charge over a tree, punching it with all his anger, his hand knuckle begin to get bruise and soon bleed*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Silnari's horse started at the sound of someone yelling out in the forest, suddenly raising his head and shaking it to and fro in his disturbance. Terrel squinted past the river, noticing someone angrily punching at a tree which he could only assume was the source of the noise. Bringing a hand up to his mouth, he whistled for the man's attention.*\"Hey! If you're going to go around beating up trees, do it a lot quieter. You aren't the one out here.\"" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*Kissuluv turn his head looking at the figure with his left eye, he been wearing a slave helmet that been lock for year, as he turn his mind tell him about the potenial danger rising his paranoia, Kissuluv leap over with his weaken leg grabbing his greatsword, prep to defense himse\nF as he was tremble in fear*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel eyed the man for a while as he began hobbling over with the Greatsword in hand. Narrowing his hidden gaze, he said in a tone of light annoyance:*\"Put the weapon down, you won't even make it all the way over to me without dropping dead at the rate you're going.\"" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*Kissuluv surrender with no hesitation, he take out a roll of rag, Kissuluv warp his sword with the rag as he was mumbling something, he raise his hand hold the warped sword, he said \"Surrender.\" With a weaken tone, Kissuluv begin to laugh like a insane man*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Well he supposed that was easy enough, though upon hearing the man laugh suddenly, Terrel was beginning to figure he was definitely not in the right mind. He had seen that kind of occurrence many times in the past. None of them being any better than previous ones. It was a wonder what went on with some of them.*\"Should go find a doctor or something.\"*He said to him simply, moving his horse away from the water's edge as if attempting to exercise distance between the animal and new stranger.*" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*Kissuluv simply stop laughing as he try to cover his mouth, he speak \"Let me out of here\" In a soft tone, the man simply smile, as he throw his greatsword over Terrel demanding to get out of here, the man ribcage expose on the front of his chest as he been straving for month, Kissuluv simply pull out a rope that he got from his travel here, he throw it over to Kissuluv hinting to ties him up*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave him a quick look over, then down at the weapon. Eventually he decided to pick up the Greatsword and left the rope where it was.*\"You'll have to be more specific what here is.\"*The Elf said, testing the man's cognition.*\"I won't be needing that. You look tied up enough.\"*He added in reference to the rope. Turning away from the strange man, he mounted up on his horse.*" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*Kissuluv simple stand there idle, a few moment he spoke \"So you help me get out of here or we kill each other?\" As he said it with sarcastic tone, as he wait idle for answer*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Wrong. It's either I help you or I kill you.\"*He said to correct him.*\"Though I have a long history of trying to help people who aren't right in the head much like you right now and let me tell you, most of those attempts don't end well. So really my best option would be to just take the free weapon and go.\"" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*Kissuluv as he was provoked and robbed, He simply look at Terrel, He spoke \"Maybe give sword back?\" As he spoke in a confused tone, Kissuluv simply just tired not trying to fight, Kissuluv spoke again \"Look i don't wanna fight over a sword, but that sword is all i have\" His tone filled with tensive anger and rage*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I could.\"*He said in a more thoughtful tone as he admired the new blade.*\"But re-arming you would probably be a worst idea than you giving me another weapon in the first place.\"*He added, merely sliding the weapon into a sheathe alongside his just for safekeeping while he conversed with him. It seemed the other man was able to at least formulate some thought as confused as he was. That left Terrel with something to work with.*\"Where are you trying to go anyways? There isn't any civilizations around here for miles.\"" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*\"You see what i am trying to do, is to find somewhere safe that i can rest\" As his tone was weaken due to all the walking, Kissuluv himself is a slave that been try to revolt and run away but fail many time, the man try to pull the helmet off but simple can't not, the man sit down and process to look at Terrel, He spoke \"Don't you see i am dying from starvation?\" With his weaken tone*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave him a quick look over.*\"Well I know you're dying of something, but the reason was beyond me up until this point. Do you know how to hunt... Or like fish or gather or something...?\"*He decided to ask, assuming this man was just trying to get away from people in general if safety was what he was looking for. Not that wilderness provided much better.*" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*\"I can take on 10 guy, how would you think the wilderness gonna beat me?\" He said, Kissuluv simply open his palm demanding to get his sword back*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Because you can't fight nature.\"*He told him as if that were obvious enough. Seeing his outstretched hand, the Elf eventually gave a roll of his eyes and removed the sword from the sheathe, soon tossing it over to him.*\"You can supposedly take on ten guys sure. But you're already starving, out in the middle of nowhere, with rain threatening to come in who knows how long. I don't see what the game plan is. I'm not even too sure if you have one other than wandering until you feel safe. Which, might I say, very few safe places exist really.\"" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*\"So you gonna help get some food or you just wanna leave me here starve to death?\" He said with a cheerful tone, Kissuluv try to move his weaken leg to his sword as he process to fall down, Kissuluv wearing a steel slave helmet that is heavier then his body, he try to reach his hand on the greatsword handle, he grabbed it as he slowly trying to stand up with his greatsword as a crane*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel kneeled down next to the fallen man.*\"You may well starve no matter what I do.\"*He said to him in a low tone.*\"Besides, I don't run a charity. I only really help if I feel like they won't end up just leeching off of me for however long that may be. Or rather, someone who can work to payback whatever it is they want from me.\"*He stood up once more and walked back over to his horse. Reaching into the saddle bag, he pulled out a single apple.*\"But hey, for the trouble. This can keep you going for a few extra hours.\"*He said, tossing it over to him.*" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*The man simply look at the apple, Kissuluv rush over like a wild hungry animal, He grab the apple, He grips the apple tight as he crush it to drink the apple, Kissuluv open his mouth, he process to shallow the crushed apple, Kissuluv eye at Terrel simply just stare at him waiting for something*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If you're expecting another, that's going to start costing you.\"*He said to him, turning his horse around as if he were about to set off again.*\"Besides, I'll still need food for the trip back. I think this place adequate enough given the one random person wandering.\"" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*\"Yewh gonna go away and never come back, yeah sure\" He said in a sarcastic tone \"I don't wanna mess around with you anyway\" He said*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Oh no, I'm coming back. Just in a non-specific amount of time. I'd assume you'd be long gone by then, yeh?\"*He replied.*" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*\"Atleast we didn't try to kill eachother\" He replied*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'll take that as an unintelligible 'yes' in that case.\"*He said with his question going unanswered. Giving a slight tap to the side of his Mount, the Elf gradually began setting off.*" }, { "author": "beliberd", "message": "*Kissuluv figure slowly disapper, from the fog as he slowly fate away, the man himself mystery disapper from fog without any trace*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*Yash-Ketz is just traveling through another strip of woodlands. He decided to travel through Anushken this month, see a bit of the beastkin lands again. Of course hes riding Milky and chatting to the horse*\n\"...So do you understand now Milky? Attempting to eat strange looking purple plants or anything that isn't hay, grass or cheese is simply a terrible idea for you. I hope getting sick has finally taught you your lesson. Surely the.. Hm what was it? 246th time? Or was it 236? How many times did you get sick from eating some strange thing again? Help me remember here\"\n\n*The horse just snorts at him*\n\n\"Youre not being particularly helpful you know. Giving me an attitude for your mistakes won't change anything\"" }, { "author": "Milky", "message": "*Milky snorts again and flicks his tail up so that it smacks Yash-Ketz in the back*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "\"Well that was uncalled for, and frankly, just outright rude. If you keep going on like this I will be forced to deny you your cheese side dish with your hay\"" }, { "author": "Primrose Leilani", "message": "Just about the same time the two chaotic ones where on and about in the distance was Primeoae the Vedurian (hope I spelt that right) strolling down a close path, with her large sword on her back, sheathed in brown leather. It was an odd sight. A blue, red head Vedurian wearing mercenary armor. \n\nShe seemed to be sprouting flowers from the tips of her armored fingers and by the heel of her shoe. Something she glanced at when she walked. Paying more attention to it until she heard the commotion, in which she curiously watched from afar, a frown on her lips at the odd sight." }, { "author": "Milky", "message": "*Milky whinnies/snorts at Yash-Ketz's comment, which could prompt the question of whether the horse is actually sentient and capable of understanding complex language which in turn would bring up the ethical questioning over the horse being used as a mere means of transportation instead of being viewed as a actual living being*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He lightly smacks the side of Milkys neck*\n\"Oh dont you argue with me. You know very well that slapping people with your tail when they say something you dont like is very uncivilized. What would the others think of you if they saw you behave like this?\"" }, { "author": "Milky", "message": "*The horse snorts at him in an almost dismissive tone*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He frowns and rubs his chin*\n\"Well.. Yes i suppose you're right. Caring about what others think isnt a particularly good thing.\"" }, { "author": "Milky", "message": "*He snorts again and flicks his head up*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "\"Alright fine you've made your point. No need to go dragging that coffee shop incident into the mix\"\n\n*He hmpfs and grumbles under his breath*\n\"Honestly i dont know where he got it from...\"" }, { "author": "Primrose Leilani", "message": "Prim watched the entire 'show' happen hidden behind a large tree, her green eyes flicking from the horse she now learned' was named milky and back to the unfamiliar one riding the horse. In which she silently cocked her head to the side. It was curious seeing someone interact with an animal despite it not even say a word. \n\nSilently she walked out from her 'hiding' spot, her heeled armored feet thudding the ground but only a slight as she watched a bit more closer the interaction. 'A coffee shop incident. How curious..' she thought to herself as she silently watched. Now I'm full view as her eyes drifted on the unfamiliar stranger walking just a tiny bit close to her general direction, of course it wouldn't be a big blame on Yash if he didn't notice her yet. She was colored a bit too much like the green background.\n\n\"Maybe he got it from its rider?\" She spoke up loud enough for Yash to hear, her voice timid and silent. Almost like she was just being wary.\n\n\"Or she..\" She quickly corrected." }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*His head snaps up, he looks in several directions a few times, and then his head snaps down to Milky*\n\"MILKY WAS THAT YOU? CAN YOU TALK? OR AM I SPEAKING HORSE? ITS A MIRACLE\"" }, { "author": "Milky", "message": "*The horse just flat out ignores him-" }, { "author": "Primrose Leilani", "message": "She blinked, surprised at the outbreak and took a couple steps further now revealing herself more to Yash, she rose her armored hand, which now hand small petals floating off it, she cleared her throat and spoke again \"Excuse me—\"She called out silently." }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He quickly looks at the... Armored plant? And just. Silently stares at her*" }, { "author": "Milky", "message": "*Even the horse cant help but look/stare at her*" }, { "author": "grimtech", "message": "*Two morons starin at a walkin plant*" }, { "author": "Primrose Leilani", "message": "She felt a spark of anxiety go through her which made her clear her throat and wave her hand awkwardly. But she didn't rlly say or do anything she kinda just stared back." }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He keeps silently staring at her*\n\"Milky are you seeing this?\"\n\n\"Its a talking plant\"" }, { "author": "Primrose Leilani", "message": "\"That is.. Yes that's.. Somewhat what I am\" She said silently, the flowers in her.. 'hair' moving ever so slightly as she shifted in her spot. Anxious that maybe she did the wrong desicion of speaking at all." }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "\"There! It talked again!\"\n\n*He points at the *Plant**" }, { "author": "Primrose Leilani", "message": "\"I have a name..\" She silently said, blinking at the reptilian person \"I'm Primrose, Primrose Leilani\" She said, waving her hand" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "\"Oh its fully sentient! Name and everything. Its a real plant person\"" }, { "author": "Milky", "message": "*The horse snorts at him*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "\"Oh right I should introduce myself. Im Yash-Ketz. No surname\"\n\n\"Fascinating to meet you\"" }, { "author": "Primrose Leilani", "message": "She nodded and gave him a small smile as she gently approached. Cautiously of course and held her hand up for milky, probably for sniffing. Humming in acknowledgment \"Fascinating meeting you too\" She smiled at him" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "\"Ah uh I do not recommend holding your hand up to-\"" }, { "author": "Milky", "message": "*The horse immediately tries to take a chomp of her hand*" }, { "author": "Primrose Leilani", "message": "She yelped and moved back, holding her hand she blinked. \"Sorry— i didn't know it wasn't friendly—\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*In the middle of winter a month or so after the events of Kadho, Sivne was in the small Eastern-Rulmi village of Iskar. Inside the Anushken Federation, the village sat near the Silnarian and Kadrush border. It was in a valley and ontop of a nearby hill was a fortified lodge. Sivne was inside, currently tending to a strange creature local to the area, a mix between a cow and a goat. She was sat outside in the snow at the steps to the lodge.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "*Walking amongst the valley Fictor treads along the wilderness that surrounded them large travelers pack on their back and map in their hands peering at its contents before looking up to see what seems to be civilization at least to some degree.* \"Hm well that'll work.\" *As they put up the paper tool before picking up the pace towards the village*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*When he'd arrive he'd find a village of around 200-300 people, mostly Brayers and Silnarians living mostly in harmony. There was a small tavern in the village but the main feature was the fortified lodge up the hill.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "*Simply shifts about town at first inspecting for anything and everything of interest or a clear area to set up shop until spotting the lodge they slowly creaking their head to the nearest villager* \"Hey there you wouldn't happen to know what that place is would you?\" *Stretching their arm in its direction*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "One of the villagers, a Silnarian lady, looked up to where the strange man was pointing. \"That's the new warrior's lodge they built.\" From where he was standing he'd see a Brayer sat on the stairs be the entrance." }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "*Turns to the structure* \"Warriors lodge oh well that is certainly not something one finds often in small villages hmmmmm sounds positively fascinating.\" *Turns back to the woman* \"Your knowledge and quick response time is highly appreciated toodaloo.\" *Turns and begins trodding up that hill*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Sitting on the steps right outside the front door of the pallisade was a monsterously sized Brayer lady. Even sat down she looked huge, probably around the 8ft range. Next to her was an Ilhvet, a cow/goat like thing that she was brushing. She looked at Fictor and raised a brow.* \"What are you supposed to be?\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Well that's a neat how do ya do.\" *Looks between the two before them* \"Personally i more enjoy hi though i suppose if I'm intruding I'll go with the customs.\" *Bows at a ninety degree angle one hand to their chests the other to the air* \"I'm Fictor explorer, traveling merchant, and mercenary though that last ones more I side gig then my usual repertoire.\" *Leans back up straight* \"Intriguing to meet you large woman of the bovine variety and... You know I'll be honest I don't know what you are but definitely very cool looking.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She raised a brow as he spoke, a confused look crossing her face for a moment.* \"..Huhuh. Sivne, Tarkhan of Iskar.\" *She rose to stand up, revealing just how massive she was. Unmistakably female, but a mountain of meat, clocking in at 7'8ft tall. She put the brush she was holding away into a pocket.* \"Still don't know what you are, never seen.. Whatever you are.\" *She was likely refering to his race.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Ohhhhhhhhhh I see how it is you want to know why I look like this huh a bit different from what your used to? I'm a fae miss we're not all that common anywhere and we don't really look all that similar when you see multiples of us. Though I do hope you knowing my status as a minority doesn't put you off to much since I'm so different from the clads you seem to be used to though I get how it is sometimes.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I've heard of your people, never seen them before. Not so common in the federation.\" *She itched the base of her horn.* \"What brings you here? You're far from home in the middle of winter.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Home? **Hah** I don't really do those miss as for what I'm doing here well number one I was very much intrigued by a decent sized fortified lodge here next to a small village in near the middle of nowhere with a large bovine woman next to it. Getting a bit more before that? Weeeeeeell I was kinda just drifting by this nation when I find starving half mad merchant on the side of the trails talking about this map to a cave containing ice that never melts. And I mean how could i resist that so you know get that for a reasonable deal and bing bang boom here I am.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"...Uhhuh. Mmh. Well, i've never heard of anything like that. Long way to go for some damn ice.\" *She rubbed her hands together.* \"Are you hungry? We have some soup cooking up inside.\" *She glanced over her shoulder to the lodge.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Eh I knew there's a likely chance the ice ain't here or may not even exist, but it's also been fun looking for it anyway.\" *Bends unnaturally to the side to see around the large woman* \"Oooooooooo what kind soup we talking about?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Some beef, carrots and onions.\" *She held onto a bit of the Ilhvet's fur and began walking it inside.* \"Coming?\" *She said as she towed the cowgoat thing along.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm sure why not.\" *Shrugs and follows the woman in definitely having a look of the place as they enter*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Once inside he'd notice a couple of brayers in the main room, a few Silnarians too. She'd go to the kitchen and get a bowl of soup for herself and him, handing it to him with some bread. She then trotted into the main room and sat in her big chair near the fire.* \"Mmh... So where do Fae come from anyway?\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Well when a mommy and daddy love each other very much.\" *A rumbling sounds comes from the hat and jacket of Fictor as they look down at the clothes* \"Really? I was just being accurate\" *More rumbles* \"Hmmmmm fine.\" *Looks back to the bovine woman* \"Depends sometimes it happens like how most bipedal people are born and other times well we just kinda appear.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"You just... Appear? How did you.. Come from then?\" *She raised a brow and ate her soup, dipping her bread in it and nomming on it.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Come from? Hmmmmmmm you know I'll be frank I don't really recall.\" *Puts claw hand to face* \"I think it was a forest or something like that with a cave nearby oh yes a very large cave hmmmmm.\" *Takes flask out of jacket and takes a sip* \"I'm not really one of those people that keep some grand attachment to the place they came from. Not that it's not ok have one that is.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"You just popped out of a cave? Mmh.. Strange people.\" *She shrugged, continuing to eat her soup.* \"You said you're a mercenary, any recent contracts?\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Like I said it's more a side thing but i suppose that's besides the point huh... Hmmmmmm\" *Goes to their jacket takes out pad as they look over it's contents* \"I had one job semi recently in kadho. Things where originally meant to be relatively straightforward but it all got out of hand real fast.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Kadho? Mmh. I'd heard something happened down there. My lover was there for a moment, he said. But he left soon after arriving.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Oh your love you say? Well good for you miss hopefully whoever he is will be seeing you again soon enough.\" *Takes out a cylindrical tube and begins sipping on the soup* \"As for Kadho ya there was definitely a bit of a ruckus assassins and over hanging international plots of destruction the works.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Sounds like the fun kind of drama. I'm used to dealing with the more mundane. You know, killing giant monsters, killing ogres, killing Mentian noblemen. The *Fun* Kind of mundane.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Hmmmmmmm I see well I'll be honest Iv not that much of a taste for killing. Usually ends up all messy and such along with it you don't get as much of the story.\" *Takes out dagger to slice the bread to ungodly small slices* \"Though of course that's to each their own it's not like it isn't an effective method for solving some problems.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I've always been good at it, so it's usually the most effective. Mmh. It's good to be merciful, at least. I don't allow any of my companions to indulge in wanton slaughter.\" *She continued to dip her bread in the soup and nom.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Well that's certainly an understandable and shared policy. Gotta stop the boys from gutting every individual they come across it gets a tinge annoying at times but they also help keep me alive so it's a fair trade. Hmmmmmm so seems you've been doing this awhile then ya? Or at least you give off that vibe.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"For a while, mmh. Used to run with my tribe as a warrior, then I moved out to Mipmi, did a few merc jobs there. Got banished from the federation for a while, ended up as one of the best mercs in Mentia. Now i'm back home.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Oooooooooh banished you say?\" *Twist neck with some pops* \"You musta done something quite neat to have that done to you or well I assume so since banished usually isn't the word for when your told to politely leave cause you made an awkward joke at the family table or something hmmm?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh.. I whacked someone in Mipmi. Merchant, got one of my friends killed. Drove a warpick through the back of his skull. His tribe is the one who happened to be in power. They still haven't really let it go, but I came back with a peace offering.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Ah ya that makes sense when it's comes to family murder always does seem to escalate the issue. One of the grand advantages of not having a biological or found family I'll tell you what hmmmmmmmm not that it's not good if you do have either obviously you know just different lifestyles and the such.\" *Finishes up that soup be going to look out the window* \"Hm they should be getting here soon that's good.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Who? Your ice cave friend?\" *She put her feet up and relaxed in her chair, letting out a yawn.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "*Turns back* \"Oh na na it's the troop i kinda keep them behind me so I can rest incase there's nowhere nearby to stay. It's a bit slower here since there's all this snow and such.\"\n*The sound of soft clop clopping approaches*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker was idly making his way across the mountainous, carrying some kind of piece of stone in his hands as he went. It had been a few days since he had finished his previous creation and while he was giving it some time to recharge, Ryker decided to continue looking for extra supplies on foot. He had been spending quite a while in Anushken and although he was planning on departing soon, he still had a few things left he needed to do before he deemed himself ready for travel again. Part of him was hoping to run into some trader by now, but he supposed searching for the extra material on his own was fine enough with him. It was still midday and he had plenty of daylight left.*" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "As Zenith drew a cart laden with various items, the ground seemed to quake with each step he took. Be it jewels, minerals, or even what appeared to be... Bones? Regardless, the cart was brimming with goodies.\n\n\"—umb traders, all of them. Claiming that because I've sold so many things, the prices in town have dropped.\" He grumbled as he continued to draw the cart away with seeming ease, despite also carrying heavy weaponry on him. Be it the axe alongside a hammer on his hip, the greathammer and javelin on his back, or the tower shield on top of the cart." }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker turned his head away from the current task of trying to identify whether or not a piece of stone he had stumbled upon was worth being part of his newly made construct. He made his way across the rocky terrain until he found himself on a cliff face just above the Red Oni. Ryker went still in mild surprise. Another Oni this far from Amongko? He quickly cleared his throat and decided to familiarize himself with his previous roots.*\"You there. What brings you this far into the mountains?\"*He questioned him rather sternly.*" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "As he grumbled on, just venting his irritation, he heard someone calling out to... Him? But just to be sure, he peered about. Though he didn't see anyone else save the two of them. Unless you counted the wildlife.\n\n\"Just passing through, on my way to find a town, hopefully one that can buy what I have for a fair price, though...\" He let out a sigh, \"I may have gotten a bit lost.\" Then he went on. \"Where are my manners? My name is Zenith, but you may call me Zen, and you...?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker gently stepped down from the cliff face. Instead of falling from the quite dangerous height, he merely floated down at the glow of his blue horns. Ryker landed just in front of the man's cart and gazed over at him only to feel slightly disappointment. Of course this wasn't the Oni he was looking for, but regardless he seemed to be a trader of some kind.*\"Ryker Dusken.\"*He said, folding his arms behind him and offering a light bow of his head.*\"You are a trader, yes? It seems you carry earthen valuables with you.\"" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "\"It's nice to meet you,\" He remarked out loud, because it never hurt to say hello, and it's not like he wasn't the kind to socialize. Besides, there were times when the world was fairly small, so they might cross paths again if fate allows. Nonetheless, he had done enough thinking and should now respond to the question.\n\n\"Not... Really?\" Then, he clarified. \"I'm more of a Miner than a Trader, though, these are indeed earthen valuables and freshly unearthed as well.\" He was more of a Miner than anything else, as his actions, whether intentional or not, would simply intimidate the buyer into raising the price rather than actually doing any proper convincing." }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"I see...\"*He said in response. It was a little disappointing, but that didn't necessarily mean he was completely out of luck.*\"Any material you're willing to part with?\"*He asked.*\"I've been on the hunt for the material for quite some time now.\"" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "He observed their disappointment, but not knowing what to say in response, he simply remained silent till they spoke again.\n\n\"As long as you can pay for it at a reasonable price, I don't mind, though I'm not sure if I have the material that you want,\" He shrugged before removing the tower shield from the cart and setting it somewhere else for the time being so that they could examine the contents inside. \"Just look around.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker took the time to look through the cart, his horns glowing as he casted out a spell to decipher between each ore and mineral. Mainly he was looking for some Quarts and Pyrite, figuring they'd help with the new core he was making. It was mostly trial and error for the time being, so he wanted to make the right decision while the Oni was still here. Eventually he pointed towards a few of minerals once he found what he was looking for.*\"I could offer a couple hundred silver for those minerals. However many you have in the cart total.\"" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "Zenith wasn't completely up to date on the current mineral market, so he didn't have exact prices for the minerals he wanted to buy, but he had an idea of how much each one was worth. So he rummaged around the cart and collected the minerals that had been pointed out to him. \"I only have a few,\" He said. \"But that sounds like an acceptable price.\" Unfortunately, most of the minerals he had were of the magical crystals sort. \"Want anything else?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Zenith", "message": "As he responded, he would grab the pouch of silver and place it in his pockets. \"As I've said, feel free to look around; everything within the cart is for sale,\"\n\nHe asked, a little curiously. \"Though I'm curious, what brings you to this place?\" He said hastily. \"Of course, you don't have to tell me! I was just curious. I don't usually encounter anyone around here.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"If I worried much for my safety being at risk around here, I wouldn't disclose such things.\"*Ryker responded at first as he took a few more pieces of rocks from the cart and left some more silver in return.*\"But despite the warnings many have given me on my travels, I've not seen any real threat around here. As far as what I'm doing in this specific location, I'm currently looking for ores to assist in this project of mines I've been working on.\"*The Oni seemed quite proud to speak of it.*" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "\"Ah, I'm sorry.\" In retrospect, they had only just met, so there was no reason he would inform him of all people. \"Threats, huh? Unfortunately, I haven't encountered any threats; it would've been nice to get a workout or two,\" He nodded before continuing to speak. \"Oh, what sort of project, if I may ask?\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Yes, well. I've been trying to conserve my energy in the event of such threats, but I don't see any happening anytime soon.\"*The Oni said. Maybe he was just lucky he didn't encounter many issues while his magic was low. It served to give him enough time to regain it back. At the question of what sort of project he was working on, the Oni grinned. It was the first anyone has really asked him about it. It appeared like he was waiting for said question.*\"Would you like to meet them?\"*He asked the Red Oni.*\"I believe they're done recharging by now.\"" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "\"Ah, that's understandable.\" After all, they could get overrun by a horde of enemies, and whether they were tired or not was a matter of life and death. Nonetheless, after not fighting for a while, he was becoming antsy. Yes, he admits to being an adrenaline junkie to an unhealthy extent. \"Sure,\" He said before catching up to what was said. \"Wait- They? Recharging?\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Correct.\"*He said to answer the man's question.*\"Mana usage does take a lot out of them and sometimes me as well.\"*Ryker reached into his pocket and took out what looked to be like a small dragon trinket. It glowed in blue light as he held it.*\"It has been one of my larger projects for the first time in a long while.\"" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "He examined the trinket, which appeared mystical even without the blue glow. Besides, he was a Spellblade, so he knew somewhat of magic. \"Is it a golem, or...?\" He wondered as he continued to scrutinize it." }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Indeed.\"*The Oni answered proudly.*\"My best one yet. Observe.\"*He took a step to the side and pressed his thumb on the construct which caused it to start glowing white. Afterwards, he proceeded to toss the trinket over the side of the mountain. A few moments had passed without anything happening and for a short while it could have been assumed that he had completely discarded the golem piece. Soon enough, however, there was the sound of a loud metallic shriek, followed by the beating of wings. A drake flew its way back up over the side of the mountain. It had grown to be twice as large as the two Oni. Its body was a sleek gray, made purely out of metal while the internal workings were a visible mix of blue and white light. It flew above them and stared down at the Oni with its piercing blue eyes, seeming to be waiting for something.*" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "Any other man would have been afraid and would have backed off, but... \"Aw, you're amazing!\" He said, taking a step forward instead, tiptoeing to try to pat the drake's smooth head. \"Now who's a good dragon? You are.\" He knew he was making a fool of himself, that he could easily be swallowed whole, but... They were just too incredible! Adorable! Beautiful!\n\n\"Though, are they a boy or a girl?\" He asked, spinning around to face Ryker." }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*The drake didn't react to the patting, simply flying in place as it awaited an order. Ryker was watching the other Oni with a dumbfounded expression. And to think that the beast should have seemed threatening to most. Perhaps the Fae's advice of a hat wasn't needed after all. He watched the interaction idly, only looking at the Oni in confusion as he asked if it was a boy or girl.*\"Neither...? It is a construct after all, they don't have genders. Unless of course you mean the soul inside, which I'm not too sure at the moment.\"" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "\"I assume it's recently born, which I suppose is understandable, but...\" He continued to pat the drake's head while he thought about something, which he spoke about.\n\n\"Are you planning to make them into something resembling a cross between a Draram and a Drake, with only the greatest elements of both? That must be why you require a variety of metals. Still, why not focus on developing their mind or soul first, so that they can think for themselves and be autonomous while also being able to control their body in the event of an accident?\" After all, it was a matter of when, not if, they become sentient and autonomous. So, for lack of a better term, prepare for the moment when they eventually wake up." }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"They are heavily inspired by the Draram's appearance yes. I simply gave it wings since it is a lot more comprehensible for flight purposes.\"*He explained.*\"I only need the extra metal for its exterior and the minerals to begin working on its mana core.\"*The Drake eventually landed on the path, taking up quite a bit of space with how large its body was. It kept its gaze ahead. At the question of developing its mind and soul, Ryker seemed perplexed.*\"Most golems don't appear to have such cognitive thinking from what I've seen. What more could one want from them than the ability to follow orders as required? Wouldn't developing such potentially lead to more disobedience from them?\"*Part of Ryker could see the Oni's point, though he only had so much control of what spirit decided to run such a construct. His necromancy was decent, but connecting spiritology and summoning still took some figuring out for him. The current spirit seemed quite docile, which made it pretty easy to work with. Ryker wasn't too sure what he'd have to deal with if otherwise.*" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "\"As I've said, it's the best of both worlds, especially considering how useful flight is.\" In his eyes, whoever could fly was the master of the battlefield. After all, they could do things like assault from a distance or anything else.\n\n\"Ah, that's understandable.\" In the end, they weren't quite yet finished, and he was honestly excited to see what the full result would be like.\n\n\"They truly don't, since most golems only serve one purpose, but in this case? If you're doing... All of this.\" He pointed at the drake. \"You might as well go all in, you know? Furthermore, while it may develop into disobedience, this will only occur if you treat it as a tool rather than a valued companion. Likewise, it would be a travesty if a masterwork like this only amounted to following orders. If it could think for itself, it could formulate its own plans, which is vital in a combat situation or any other situation given that conditions change with each passing second. You can't always be there for them, after all, so...\" But in the end, he shrugged. \"You're their creator, so you have the last say; I'm just putting my opinions out there.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Part of Ryker was going to question if it being a tool was the whole purpose of a construct to begin with. After all they are built to be used one way or another, whether it be for battle or menial tasks. Even the other golems he's met seemed lost and out of control without proper instruction. It was only when Zenith mentioned it being a valued companion, did Ryker finally question it aloud.*\"Companion...?\"*He asked him. While the Oni wasn't foreign to the concept, the closest ones he'd assume were considerable companions he had quickly lost during the ambush. Since then, he had never really saw reason for the company. \n\nEven the ones he had now, he found himself often disagreeing with and he was bound to leave to return to his own search regardless. But Zenith at least had a point in going all out, even more so of there possibly being tactical advantage. Ryker merely worried of the disappointment it would bring to get this far only for loss of control to result in the construct being dissembled. He rubbed his chin in mild thought of it, unsure of where he should go with that knowledge.*\"While I am unsure of whether or not the benefits outweigh the risks... I suppose I can... Look into spiritology once their construction is complete...\"*He said slowly.*" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "\"As I said, it's your choice, so do whatever you think is best,\" He shrugged again. \"Still, do they at least have a name?\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker stared at him blankly, which was probably enough of an answer to his question.*\"Does it... Require a name?\"*He asked the fellow Oni.*" }, { "author": "Zenith", "message": "\"Not... Necessarily?\" Zenith pondered before delving into an explanation. \"But, wouldn't you prefer to call them by a proper name, rather than just Drake Golem? What if you make another Drake, or they get famous, but they have no name? Besides, it's not even a matter of being alive or not; a name is important. Even if you're just a recently forged weapon, you're named, especially if you're a masterpiece. Names have power. They're not just for designations.\" \n\nHe paused, conjuring an example. \"Look at Excalibur. When you hear just the name, you remember the story behind the weapon, and especially about their wielder. Besides, if they ever get destroyed, at least they are remembered by a name of their own along with a story.\" \n\nThen, a thoughtful musing slipped out. \"In my belief, you die twice in life: when you truly die and when you're forgotten in life.\" He often contemplated this while delving deep into the mines, wondering about the possibility of a solitary demise, getting caught in an unfortunate accident or worse." } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Sivne would finally arrive back in Iskar after the end of the war, likely leaving the others to see to their new lands or go home. Iskar was coming along nicely, the whole valley was heavily fortified and the town itself was a rare sight in the frontier. Sivne's lodge had been converted into a proper castle, built in Silnarian style and decorated by a cadre of interior design experts. It still featured a fairly homely feel to the downstairs area, keeping much of it's seating and large hearth.\n\nOnce she was back home she'd head straight to her big chair, sitting down and putting her hooves up on her footstool, relaxing.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*A certain Gremlin who would have tagged along on the journey as well like a cat he finds himself staying in Iskar. He technically 'owned' a house but well... Shaws cottage in Middle Mentia kinda is just rented out for free seeing as how he hasnt actually lived there for three years now so not really even his now in anyway except name.* \n\n*And so he comes back to Iskar with the Cow as although he loves a straw bed or just sleeping under a tree most days an expensive feather bed and warm noble food had its appeal here and there. All of which he could get for free by mooching off of his favourite noble.* \n\n*And so with that just as Sivne sits in her chair to relax the biggest tiny menace in the entire world of Drase peers his head silently into the room. Sneaking up quietly before coming up to the left side of the big chair and half leaning against it.* \"Psst\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She'd grown used to his sneaky antics by now. The moment she felt a prescence near her she reached an arm out for him, not even looking before she suddenly pulled him over onto her big chair, putting an arm around him, finally looking to him and smirking.*\n\"Mmh, sneaky git. So, war's over, Waltram won.. Sonja's a lord and we're still living like royalty.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "\"Gah!\" *He had things to say but he just sorta got forced into the chair with her. He needed to up his sneak game and surprise her instead of the psst method as this manhandling was an outrage.* \n\n*Minor grump aside her just looked up at her with a half squint half joking glare as she smirked before he stuck his tongue out in a mock protest.* \"Went our way... Are you happy with how its g-gone?\" *He knew he was over the moon but well best to ask her as though he knew Sivne he'd never understand her approach to politics sometimes. Even being a fairly educated peasant he was still leagues lower when it came to understanding such things than an experienced warlord.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She leaned in and smooched the top of his head before ruffling his hair, relaxing in her chair.*\n\"I went there because Sonja wanted to, she's now the Lady of Teichmueller.. Mmh, i'd say it all turned out right, the friend I went to support walked away from it rich and landed. You seem happy with things.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He wanted to protest more but this behaviour was more acceptable. He relaxed into his position as welp guess he was now being treated even more like a cat funny enough. Oh well.*\n\n*Regardless he smiled as with her confirmation of that then welp both of his good friends involved in the war had the results they wanted. Sonja helped free slaves and Sivne came out having helped a friend. It really did go well for him and the two Beastkin... He also cant help but be glad theres the added benefit of he never had to be on opposite sides to them... That was a very much real fear.*\n\n*Anyhow he relaxed and got comfortable with her before thinking to himself and speaking aloud a pretty good question as for the first time in months he wasnt thinking about blowing something up or killing someone.* \"Now what?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Now? Mmh.. We get married- Still got to think how we want to do that.. Who's traditions we do it in and if we even invite anyone.\" *She thought to herself, pulling out a flask and drinking from it.* \"After that.. Mmh, I want to travel, see somewhere exotic.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*His smile brightened at the suggestion. He knew that was on the table but well best to ask anyhow... Though she had a point of how the hell they'd even do it.* \"Whats your tradition?\" *He'd begin with that as although theres a couple friends he likes wether its a public affair or not can wait.* \"M-mines... Probably simpler... We dont really have m-many\" *He shrugged, Mentian weddings werent... Well they were barely even weddings seeing as how Qinism barley made any mention of them.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Well.. Mmh, find a special place in nature and tie a knott, nothing fancy, say a few words.. Could keep the whole thing to just you and me, if you want.\" *She shrugged a little, she wasn't fussed on a grand wedding.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "\"I'd like that... Reception though... That we invite folk for?\" *He liked the idea of a small ceremony between them but a party felt like a slightly nessesary element in his mind at least. Plus it was just a good reason to drag folks he liked together that didnt involve murder or monetary gain.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh.. You want a party? Fine, but I don't want a huge one, a nice little gathering mmh?.. Who should we invite? Sonja, Ildi.. Who else?\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He nodded at those two suggestions. He liked the idea of their comrades in arms joining them and Sonja and Ildi where the main two... Though he hummed in thought.* \"Hmm... Carlyn? And plus ones?\" *He added plus ones as itd be... Odd he thought to keep going to gatherings or groups where he's the only guy again. Something he'll never be quite used to that despite how oddly common its been.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Carlyn? Mmh.. Haven't seen her in forever, dunno where she went.\" She shrugged a little.. \"What do you mean plus ones?\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "\"You know... Guests with guests?\" *He turned his head a bit and tilted his eyes up towards her before well explaining the term and wondering if she'd get it.* \"Have those r-right?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Oh, mmh... Haven't been to a wedding before, sort of new to me.. Sure. Think we can get Carlyn somehow? Know where to find her?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The sun rested high in the sky by the time Terrel finally crossed the last stretch to find the seaside town, it being one of the further places he's trekked to within Anushken. For the past couple months, Terrel had been making several trips across the beastkin lands to gather more and more supplies in order to sustain the workers back at the town. The traveling became repetitive, but it offered time to his lonesome away from the busy town while also giving him something to do in order to contribute. Terrel kept his mask forever lowered on his head as he passed the other beastkin. The pig - like facial piece was never meant to be a disguise, but it seemed to idly help anyways considering the history between the Silnaris and Beastkins. Most were smart enough to see past it, but every now and then a beastkin seemed to treat him as one of their own.\n\nTerrel had grown to respect some beastkin. Despite their brutish nature, it was a lot better than the pompous Silnaris he occasionally met along the road. Granted not every beastkin was a cup of tea, but they acted a lot better than the Elves made them come off as. Terrel made his way through the marketplace, stopping by some food stalls to get some rations, along with feeds for the animals, and seeds for future crops. It was a lot to carry on his own, but fortunately he had his draft horse to hold the heavier of the supplies for the ride home. The Silnari stood by one of the stalls for the time being, placing down the silver the beastkin had asked for before they left to go grab the bags of feed he needed. Forhe scanned the crowds as they passed by in his time waiting, figuring he was bound to be sitting here for quite a while.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*Starting his travels from a nearby town, Nak'sem stumbled into the bustle of Atshim after weeks of saunter and resting every night in small tents put up by himself with tired hands, hoping he'd sooner or later get in a safer place than the wild. After his mothers death, Nak'sem contemplated on staying back in his homeland, but the treton craved knowledge and adventure which he assumed he could only get from stepping out of his comfort zone, and exploring what were to him, unknown lands. All the walking he previously did brought the imminent scarce of his funds and provisions, leaving the young Treton without a single coin to his name. Hurriedly he went in the city and did what he knows to do best; sell whatever he can offer.*\n\n*Nak'sem proceeded to make his way into the city marketplace and huddled himself into an open corner on which he laid his colorful cloths on the floor, carefully placing the crafts he carried with him for this purpose on them. A variety of intricately carved wooden totems, decorations, silks and jewelry he made came out and was displayed for the Beastkin and whomever got their interest peaked by it. After having everything ready, to bring a little more attention to his crafts and get his daily practice in, the Treton pulled out a pair of pristine silks which were tied to a weight and chains, one on either of his hands. Smiling, he softly began swinging them to the beat of imagined music, tracing patterns and swirls of color the silks left behind as they'd speedily pass by.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel's gaze fell upon the Treton as they seemed to be setting up shop nearby, displaying a bunch of crafts and jewelry pieces. While the Silnari was never much interested in those kinds of things, he found himself unconsciously looking at them as his materialistic side seemed to ponder over the items values. The Elf went on missions rather often, even striking trade deals with certain pirates to receive discount on whatever treasure they brought back. It left him in riches, but even then he still occasionally traveled the world for the sense of adventure or finding anything remotely rare. Terrel doubted there was anything of much interest that the person was selling, most likely just selling whatever he could make which seemed to be a common practice amongst those on the lower end of society. He leaned back against the stall he stood by, tilting his head back a bit before finally saying something to the man.*\"First time I've seen anything other than beastkin out here.\"*He said casually as if in spark of conversation. His voice was very low in tempo but his words always seemed to carry a hint of humor to them as he was often nonchalant in nature.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*Nak'sem percieved a voice around, apparently directed to him. He quickly and coordinately turned to the male voice with expectant eyes and as the silks swirled around him he greeted the person.* \"Aah, welcome to my traveling shop, kind patron.\" \n\n*He began inspecting the man, and there was something off about him, at first sight he merely took him for a Beastkin, but upon paying close attention he caught on to the fact that this man was wearing a Pig-like mask that conceals his face, and robes that in his eyes, only belonged to someone of high class.*\n \"You don't seem to be from around here either, mister. At least you appear to be doing better off than me!\" \n*The treton said, with an almost teasing and loud tone to his voice, as he was indeed, still making the silks dance around him.* \"Would you like to see more about my crafts, kind patron? In the end, you won't find anything like this.\" *He then began slowing the pace of the pois swing, allowing the man to get closer.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I suppose I also travel here and there.\"*He says modestly. As the beastkin store clerk came back, the Silnari directed him to simply put the large bags on the cart his horse tugged along before refocusing on the Treton while the beastkin went about his trips for more bags. Terrel walked over to him, pulling his cloak around his arms to spare him of the wintry breeze that still managed to sweep across the coast despite the weather warming up. At the mention of him doing better off, the Elf give a simple shrug.*\"You go on enough jobs for people paying you to risk your neck a bunch of times, manage to survive them, get paid for your efforts and give or take a number of years you'll earn enough to pay people to do those jobs for you. It's a funny cycle really, but where's the fun of adventure if you aren't in the field every now and then to find some rare material or something?\"*He eyed the wares that the man was selling, figuring he was at least bored enough to humor him.*\"Sure, let's see what else you got.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*The treton energetically keeps the Poi on his hip bag and begins showing and explaining to the man the different creations of his, Totems he himself carved of Trarn Baru, the whale deity; neckaces in great diversity, each with a different significance, along with the most valuable and sacred item in his collection are Crystals of a considerable size encased in intricate copper wrappings and various metals, used during the beginning and end of great festivities and rituals in Pinnacelia. He spared the man the relatively boring details, since he seemed like he was on a more serious errand, rather than one for entertainment.* \"These are original crafts that you won't find anywhere else in these parts... Those big ones are one of a kind.\" \n*Nak'sem points down at the large crystals and looks at the man expectantly, hoping that maybe something on his collection would pay for tonight's meal.* \"...I was taken away from my homeland as a child and i've learnt to make a living working like this, on and off, in farms, caring for the elderly and mainly my crafts. I take any job I can get, pretty much... I'm not picky.\"\n\n*The treton flashed a warm smile at the man, and felt a slight breeze which sent a shiver down his spine, he noticed that the man in front of him did too. Judging by the fact that the islander was barefoot, more by choice than by other factors, and owned almost no warm clothing, he figured he'd have to get something to cover himself with sooner or later... Hopefully sooner.*\n\n\"It's getting quite chilly out here, ay?... I should get myself some shoes and a coat of some kind. It'll spare me the cold and the odd looks, but nothing's gonna happen before I get a coin under my name... *Sigh* It's gonna be a long night...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel watched him show off the different crafts, with only half interest as his attention remained split in watching the beastkin and the cargo for his horse. The Silnari doubted he'd buy anything more. With there already being such a heavy load he had to bring across the countries, he didn't need more things to take up space or draw attention to himself. But still, he listened to the story the man told that brought him to this point and the lack of money he had to afford many things. Terrel didn't care enough about a sob story to pay for the extra items, but the idea of him going on and taking jobs sparked some interest in the Silnari which remained hardly visible with the mask on.*\"Yeah I suppose it is. Will probably be stuck here for another night before it gets warm enough to travel again. It's funny really, been a whole lot of jobs opening up lately far west of the mountain range.\"*He said, simply sliding morsels of information that the man could find useful to whatever he hoped to earn.*\"It's where I'm headed back to anyways. Lots of back and forth traveling, but I suppose I prefer the silence sometimes.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*Nak'sem clearly noticing the uninterested man who was more preoccupied with his other errands, began to pick up the heavy items he so carefully made, and placing them back on his bags. These trinkets were of great weight and it was almost as if they weighed nothing to him. He caught on to the comment about the job offers over the mountain range, and he felt a shift in the man's energy... Was this man seriously helping him? He prayed this was true, while trying not to show his excitement. He gave the man a full teethed smile, hoping that somewhere under the mask there was a sign of reciprocity*\n\"Well... That horse of yours could use a little less load on him... Her?, if you'd let me, it would be my pleasure to accompany both of you tomorrow and make the trip a little lighter, Mister...- i believe i didn't catch your name.\n*He stretches out his big and slightly calloused hand out, in the form of a handshake*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Him.\"*He said glancing back towards the steed before he returned his gaze back to Nak'sem. The Elf stared at his outstretched hand for a while before looking back at him.*\"You're not going to ask me to pay you if I bring you on this trip are you?\"*The Silnari questioned him. While Terrel was sure he could help out a lot back in the town, he wasn't looking to spend more money for something he was sure his horse could handle just fine. The Treton was better off finding his own way there at that point. While they spoke the beastkin seemed to lay down the last bit of feed Terrel has asked for with the pile seemingly awfully large. One would assume it to be for quite a large amount of animals, which was true. Though the other reason for it was Terrel not wanting to make a second trip all the way out here.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*The Treton lowered his hand, as the man didn't seem to appreciate the gesture, and instead just placed his hands on his hips and smiled at the man.*\n\"Of course not dear patron!, take this as a treat from the goodness of my heart! These are no problem for me. And I needn't put any more strain on your horse, i can walk beside you, I'll keep up the pace.\"\n*He laughed wholeheartedly, in a raspy yet harmonious manner. Nak'sem, satisfied with himself started looking around the place they were both at, perhaps looking for a faraway sign that could offer some housing for the night... Or at least for his new friend and his beautiful stallion. \n\"I'm planning to stay here in the marketplace tonight. Sell some of my stuff, elevate the poi game and do some fire poi... Either way, the coast always has a place for me. You and your horse should get some well deserved rest in a good inn tonight!, would you like some help with it?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel seemed satisfied with the answer.*\"Good. There's other ways of payment I'm sure.\"*He said mostly thinking aloud.*\"Name's Terrel.\"*He finally answered, turning away as he was called back by the vendor to finish his purchase. He dropped a heavy pouch of silver at the stand from him, grabbing his horse's lead and guiding the steed back over to the man.*\"Seems you'll be out here for a while. If you don't mind watching my horse for a while, I'll be returning here a bit later in the day once I grab the rest of the supplies I need.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Very pleased to meet you Mr. Terrel, and... My Trarn you have a beautiful steed, he's very well behaved too. You must be talented when it comes to noble... Junk I guess. \n *Nak'sem knew that wouldn't come out as he expected, and he quickly shook his head, changing topics.* \"That sword you carry as well, it's quite unique may I say. It's very well done from what I can see. I've made a few of those in my lifetime.\"\n*Tilting his head to the side, and having a slight beam on his face the treton slowly approached the Stallion and patted his neck, earning the trust he needed for the time they'd spend together. He stretches out his hand to show Mr. Terrell that the horse would be safe in his hands, signaling that he can transfer the rein to him. \n\"The steed won't be a problem Terrel, he'll be safe with me I promise. Plus, you should get your errands done since it's getting pretty late... And you should get your energy up for the travel back tomorrow.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He held up a hand as if to stop the Treton from continuing with his half-compliments.*\"You can stop trying to butter me up now, I get it.\"*The Silnari told him before giving his horse a gentle stroke along the neck and handing him the reigns.*\"I'll be back before sundown, wait with him for now and be aware... I have eyes everywhere.\"*He says the last part as if in warning for any potential ideas the Treton may have while he's gone. The Silnari turned away and, with a sweep of his cloak, continued down along the road until he eventually vanished off into the rest of marketplace.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*Nak'sem was caught off guard by Terrel's bold reaction to his compliments, which were good in nature... In the end, he just wanted this man to trust him but as always, he messed up. The treton muttered under his breath* \"I guess friendship just isn't my thing...\" *Lowering his head defeated, and with a slight pucker of his lips, Nak'sem pondered on wether he should continue to exhibit his crafts to the Beastkin public, or have a small rest next to the now laid down stallion almost as if he was using him as a backrest, and be taken for a beggar... Which wouldn't be so far from reality anyways; so he chose the latter. He then pulled out a layered linen cloth taken from his mother's house and laid it down besides the horse, as well as a red looking chunk of wood, and his tools for woodcarving. Using one of the silks he detached from his poi, he carefully wrapped his hair into some sort of head scarf, leaving a couple braids out of it.* \"This will have to keep me entertained for a while...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A lot of time seemed to have passed since the Silnari had left the Treton. People came and went, but as the sun began to arc down towards the horizon, there was no sign of Terrel having returned. One would suppose he did mention being back before sun down, but as the sky was starting to be painted in a bright orange hue it was a wonder if he'd return at all. His horse didn't seem to think much of it, simply resting with the load of a lot of feed he'd have to carry come next day, but every now and then the animal would side eye the other passerbys as if he thought his rider had returned. \n\nOnly when the sun had begun dipping below the horizon, did a familiar form begin making its way back from the distance. His long pink hair was bathed in the golden hue of the fading sunlight while his ever extending shadow made him appear more beastkin-like than he looked directly. A couple of bags seemed to be carried by him. One more of a satchel, while the other seemed to be made of paper. As he neared the Treton, he dropped the paper bag onto the man's lap. Heat resonated for it, bringing with it the scent of warm fish, potatoes, and a hint of corn. Terrel didn't say any words to him, but he didn't think he'd have to say much, simply moving over to his horse to make sure the creature was still alright.*\"Any problems while I was gone?\"*He finally asked him after a while.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*After waiting for Terrel to arrive back from his shopping spree, and what felt like a bazillion wooden totems later, the horse's warmth had begun inducing the tired nak'sem into the early stages of sleep. As soon as he began slipping away from consciousness he felt something drop onto his lap. The treton jolted himself awake and fully alert, gripping his tools harder as the scare brought a shiver down his spine. He looked into his lap just to find a warm paper bag filled with food that he could almost only dream of in such a situation, almost salivating since he hadn't had food this good for several weeks or even a few months after departing from his homeland.*\n\n*As soon as he looked up the last of the sun's shine hit his golden eyes and when he drifted his gaze to his side, Mr. Terrel had already come back and was inspecting his horse.* \"Nothing to report, sir. Just cut myself accidentally with these darn tools. I also made a Gazillion of these... *He then lowered his tone of voice, almost as if he was worried* \"I began to think you wouldn't come back but i can see your steed is important to you, so you wouldn't leave'm behind.\" *He said, rubbing his eyes as he stood up with one hand already occupied by the bag full of food* \"Thanks for these, by the way\" *Nak'sem said raising the bag and flashing a warm smile at whom he considered his new friend.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Managed to sell any of them?\"*He asked casually as his horse had let out a huff of air as if they grew impatient in waiting for him for so long. Terrel sat down next to the steed, continuing to pat him as he looked off down the emptying street.*\"Still managed to come back before the sun went down didn't I?\"*He said with a low laugh. Terrel took out his waterskin, taking a sip from it as he seemed to be getting comfortable resting here for the time being.*\"Don't mention it.\"*He told him.*\"There's a flask in there with water in it. Probably gotten warm by now, but still good I'm sure.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*Nak'sem let out a small chuckle, grabbing the flask and softly feeling it with his hands; there was enough water to make some hot tea. The treton started rummaging in his bag and pulled out a small receptacle filled with coal.*\n\"Since it is pretty chilly out here would you care for some tea? I still have some herbs left from foraging through my travels... Also, yeah, i managed to sell a few of the totems and a couple bought matching necklaces.\" *In a low giggle, he mentioned* \"I managed to make just enough to restock for the trip\" *He pulled out a silver tea kettle along with a pair of mugs, placing one in front of Terrel and one in front of himself. He poured the water from the flask inside of the kettle and burnt the coal from the bottom so there was no evident flames but prominent heat nonetheless. Soon enough the water started bubbling and the treton dipped a spherical strainer filled with fresh herbs inside of the kettle. He finally sat down in front of the man, ripped the paper bag along the edge, and signaled Terrel's mug with an open hand. \"I'm sure this will make you feel better. * He hummed*...Have *You* Eaten yet?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel looked over at the mug, his waterskin resting just on his lips as he hesitantly considered the offer for something more than just simple water.*\"I... Suppose if it doesn't poison me, I'll take you up on that offer.\"*Terrel eventually said, reaching for the mug and putting his waterskin away. It was a wonder how much people had to afford simple crafts that allowed the man money to pay for enough supplies to carry across the mountain. Perhaps Terrel underestimated the beauty of it. After all, he had two totem necklaces by now, but that remained hidden beneath his regal clothing. At the Treton mentioning the tea making him feel better, he raised an eyebrow in confusion.*\"What do you mean? I'm feeling just fine. Don't worry about whenever I eat. It's typically when it's the most convenient for me.\"*He says, taking a sip from the mug.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*As nak'sem took the first sip of the tea he found himself unconsciously raising his eyebrows at the poison comment, and in a joking tone he said* \"Well, we *Are* Drinking from the same brew and I'm not planning to die anytime soon so you're safe, Terrel\" *The treton proceeded to let out a small chuckle and began wrapping the mug with both his hands, in hopes to make them warmer* \"I saw you tightly wrapping yourself in that red cloak earlier, the temperature does drop a considerable amount in the nighttime here so I thought a warm drink would help ya. Besides, it's always nice to share a meal with someone every once in a while... Or at least I think so.\"\n*He pulled his now full bag behind his back and used it as a backrest. As he was making himself comfortable in this improvised talking-pit a few coins jingled in his pocket, and he proceeded to ask* \"So, tell me more about these work offers over the mountain... I have to admit you left me hooked on that one\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He lets out a snort of amusement.*\"What doesn't kill you doesn't always mean it won't kill me.\"*The Silnari said in response before taking a sip of the tea and drinking in its warmth. He closed his eyes for a while, feeling a peacefulness that he could only feel in full seclusion with few things but his own horse for company. The serene feeling didn't last long, however, as he was broken from his thoughts at the question that followed.*\"Right the jobs.\"*He said, glancing over to watch what people that remained on the street vanishing off for the night before continuing in answer.*\"There's a new town being built in the West lands so there's been a great need for constructors, farmers, other shopkeepers and whatnot to keep it maintained. The main jobs as far as building goes, however, there is also a guild being in development, so if not sticking to one job there are others than ensure more traveling opportunities. Of course if you're just looking for decent pay for short time I'm sure you could find that easily, whatever you may decide to do.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Hmph, you seem to know a lot about this new town. I was thinking I could stay until everything is pretty much finished since i'm in no rush and I am a wanderer after all. Plus I work better alone, takes less time.\" *Before he threw that first question at him, he could feel yet again a slight shift in the man's energy, almost as if he was in a pure state of calmness. Nak'sem almost felt accomplished seeing they both created a comfortable space and flashed a warm smile at his reflection in the cup.* \"So, tell me more about yourself Terrel. You're quite the individual\"\n*The treton was notified by the grumbling of his stomach that he had indeed not touched the food since Terrel brought it over for him. He leaned forward, taking the fish that was laid over the paper bag and whispered a small prayer. As conversation flowed and some passed, the only thing left in the sky was a watered down shade of orange, signaling that nighttime had begun.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Of course I do. It's my friend's town.\"*The Elf said.*\"Sounds like you wouldn't make a bad farmhand. Nothing but the fields and animals to work with.\"*He said to him while casually taking another sip of the tea before he eventually placed it back down and went to lean against his resting horse. The peacefulness allowed him to relax a bit, however, he still remained partially alert to the Tretan's actions.*\"As far as what you need to know about me... I'm a Silnari that knows both not enough and too much as far as Elven standards go.\"*He chuckles.*\"But you can just consider a Mercenary with a side business who's seen too much of the world.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Of course i'd make a good farmhand!\" *He giggled* \"I like to believe I have the necessary skills and knowledge to bring a town to life, it's just... People merely take me, again, for a beggar or a low life they can give their pocket change to... Which is not *Too* Bad, i can't complain.\" *He spoke in a sarcastic tone* \"In the end i've been living like this for the last couple months.\" *The treton finished the sentence in kind of a defeated tone, closing his eyes while reminiscing of the last couple months traveling on foot. Nak'sem paused for a moment before asking the question that was lingering in the back of his mind.* \"And... If I may ask, why the disguise mr. Terrel?\" *He looked deeply into the pig mask's pearly white eyes as he took the last sip of what was left inside his mug, leaving it besides him.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well can't at least blame you for trying to make an honest living.\"*The Silnari said in return. He could see how the man would come off as such. Appearance alone wasn't in his favor, but people often had to work their way up one way or another. At the question of the mask, the Elf let out a low chuckle. He was often asked about it and each time he typically gave a different answer.*\"Used to be a disguise.\"*He corrected him.*\"The mask draws in more attention than it does keep it at bay. I've worn it so long in public that it's simply what people associate me with now. So I've never seen any reason to change that. It's kind of funny really.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Well, to each one their own I guess\" *The Treton let out a wholehearted laugh and raised both his hands in defeat.*\n*As the night sky began cloaking both men in their improvised lounge, the area only being lit by the close by lanterns and the red embers from the earlier preparation. Nak'sem started worrying about his new friend not getting enough sleep since the oncoming day's trip back to the Town would be long, and it's better to travel well rested.* \"Ah, mr. Terrel, forgot to mention that the brew I made us earlier is supposed to help you have better quality sleep, and... It's actually beginning to hit me now. *Nak'sem let out a raspy chuckle* \"How about you? Do you have an place you and your horse can stay at?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I knew I shouldn't have drank that tea...\"*He uttered under his breath. The Silnari rested a hand on his horse as. For a brief moment, the lull of sleep threatened to take hold. He shook it off soon after in an attempt to focus on something else.*\"Typically, but it's a long ways away from here...\"*He told him, coming to stand up and having to blink a few times to grab his bearings.*\"I usually just stay in the local tavern, though I'd rather not leave the supplies out all night.\"*He turned his focus back on the Treton, the idea of suddenly hauling a bunch of heavy bags up through the tavern feeling like a distant thought.*\"I'll tell you what, if you want to carry these all bags over to the room I'll buy a spare room for you to stay in tonight.\"*He told him.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"You don't have to tell me twice, friend!\" *Nak'sem slowly stood up patting some of the dust off his pants, yet again making the few coins in his pocket jingle in unison. He began inspecting all the bulk he was about to carry, figuring out how to arrange it on himself in the most efficient way possible. The treton managed to tower half of the supplies on his shoulder, slightly pulling on the neck of his shirt revealing a few of the dark tattoos that adorned his shoulder. The rest he bundled leaving a handle on top. Stabilizing the supplies with his arm extended overhead, he crouched down picking the rest up in a swift motion, almost as if he had to put little strength and effort to deliver the merchandise to its designated place.* \n\n\"I'd take you up in the room offer but-\" *He grunted, hopping a tiny bit and rearranging the stuff to make the trip more comfortable.* \"-I'd like to see how far the sea is from where we are at... Maybe take a dip in if it happens to be close by... I kinda miss the water. I'll make do for the night, don't worry about me.\" *He said with honest intentions, also hoping to be less of a burden money-wise to the man. After all he did spend quite a lot on these supplies. Nak'sem thought about sneaking into the stables and resting there until morning, which was going to be the most possible outcome.* \"Lead the way, im right behind you\" *The treton nodded at Terrel, signaling he was ready to go.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel simply watched as the man grabbed the supplies near effortlessly, explaining his plans with him denying the room offer.*\"Riiighhhttt...\"*He said slowly. Terrel could have said more regarding it, but it was clear Nak'sem was set on whatever it was he wanted to do and it was equally as clear that the Silnari was too out of it to worry about it. Grabbing his horse's lead, he gestured for the Treton to follow him before he began to set off towards the Tavern.*\"We'll get the supplies dropped off first... Then I'll be taking Carl here to a stable for the night.\"*He said, explaining the brief plan aloud as he walked.*\"You can do whatever it is you do afterward.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Sounds good to me. Also, \"Carl\" Sounds like a Persons name, that's definitely unique.\" *The treton already feeling a little drowsy from the tea they shared before, chuckled at the mention of the horses name and began following Terrel closely.*\n*As both men and the horse walked closer to the tavern, the mood shifted more into one of celebration, dancing and drinking. Nak'sem started looking about his surroundings with great curiosity, since that was after all his first time in that town, a variety of smells, structures, people and food caught his attention, as he was recollecting information about Atshim. He could notice that the Silnari had been there a couple times before, as he trailed streets wide and narrow, knowing exactly when to turn, and where to continue his path.*\n\"How long til we get there? Still a long way to go?\" \n*The treton said in almost a whiny voice, thinking that after this, they'd have to make the walk to the stables for Carl. He puffed out some air, again, readjusting the load on his shoulder*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Silnari regarded him as they walked, following a mental map as he went along.*\"Close.\"*He says simply, hearing the noises of festivity growing the further they went. The Elf hardly wanted part of it as he had grown too tired for the amount of socializing. He turned a corner, eventually bringing them in view of the tavern before gesturing for the Treton to follow.*\"I purchased a room while I was out earlier. Just help with bringing everything up to it.\"*He instructed as he opened the door. The sound of cheering laughter seemed to amplify for him, causing him to shake his head to and fro as he gestured for Nak'sem to follow him inside, past the crowds, up to where the rooms were.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*As soon as Terrel opened the door, the Treton's view was flooded with warm light and people going about their matters inside the tavern. Some sat, some standing, a few of them dancing along to loud music and a couple on... Some shady business he didn't want to be a part of. Nak'sem found himself standing at the door, just admiring a scene he had never paid attention to before; Just then, he heard the orders given by the Silnari, which were being intercepted by the sound of loud music.*\n \"Upstairs?!...Sure thing!\" *The treton voiced loudly. As he was making his way behind the man he accidentally managed to bump into a couple people and grazing stools with the supplies he was carrying successfully earning himself a couple dirty looks along with some spilled ale. The treton knowing how much space he took in that moment, passed by the crowd muttering apologies or lightly bowing to everyone who seemed to be inconvenienced by his presence. While going up the stairs he sighed and said in a disappointed tone, only loud enough so Terrel could hear.*\n\"Friendship definitely isn't my thing.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel glanced back at him, slowly bringing his hand to his face in exasperation as the Treton struggled to get through the crowd and brought about more attention to himself. It probably would have been better if the Silnari helped, though Terrel decided to continue on anyways in dissociation and waited by the door for the Treton to catch up. At his words he simply said:*\"Nor is being discreet it seems...\"*He gave a tired sigh, eventually unlocking and opening the room door for him. The area was decently spaced, leaving enough room for a couple people to sit on the floor. Off in one corner sat a bed while opposite of it was a desk for writing. Terrel made his way in, pointing off to the empty space on the floor for the Treton to drop the bags down at.*\"Just leave them down over there.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*Nak'sem gave Terrel an annoyed expression behind his back just to fake laugh and say again in a raspy voice so only the man could hear* \"Ha-aha. Very funny.\" *He waddled in the room after Terrel opened the door, dropping the supplies where he was directed to do so.*\n *This lifted a little bit of dust which the Treton accidentally inhaled, causing him to sneeze. Quite loud, for that matter.* \"Agh, Sorry. There's just some dust floating around...\"*Nak'sem swatted the air in front of his face. Then in a satisfied way he chatted* \"By the way, this room is quite nice\" *As he took a couple steps to stand in the middle of the area, placing his hands on his hips and inspecting the furniture the chamber came with from afar. He approached the desk, giving it a few pats and a smile before turning around addressing the man.* \"So, next up is your steed *He giggled, reminiscent of the horse's name* Where should we drop *Carl* Off, Mr.?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"First time in one?\"*He asked with regards to the room, in a lighter tone to wave off the natural sarcasm his voice carried. The Elf looked the bags over to make sure they were all here before walking out the room and waiting for Nak'sem.*\"Next are the stables. Shouldn't be as much of a trip from here. Afterwards I... Suppose you can do whatever it is you plan to do until sunrise tomorrow.\"*He answered.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Nah, back where I grew up for most of my childhood i lived with my foster mother, and she was a scholar. A linguist for that matter.\" *Nak'sem tilted his head and closed his eyes for a brief moment* \"She had a desk just like that one, and a room that had a very similar feeling to this one... It's uhm... Really nice\" He turned around having a last look at the room before he gave Terrel a nostalgic smile, and proceeded to make his way to the door. \n\"Sure thing, let's go find that horsey a nice place to rest ay?... Lead the way\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Hm...\"*He hummed in thought from the Treton's words.*\"You share the same level of literacy?\"*The Elf closed the door after Nak'sem exited, locking behind them before leading him back down the stairs and outside to where his horses waited. Terrel gradually mounted up on his steed, giving him a light tap to get him moving forward a bit while waiting for Nak'sem to catch up.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"You could say so, yes. My mothers collection of books and studies was very broad hence, I spent most my childhood and teenage years focusing on learning about the world around me and myself too. When you're placed somewhere brand new, without a clue in the gosh darn world... You do your part, study, experience and see where that takes you\" *The treton walked at a steady pace besides the horse, looking straight forward as he voiced his thoughts.*\n \"How about you? I can see that you've had quite an academic upbringing.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel rode in silence for a while as he listened to him, his head bobbing up and down with the movement of his horse and the drowsiness from the drink the Treton gave him. He quietly cursed under his breath in his native tongue as he felt himself slipping on his horse, quickly regaining enough focus to keep him steering onward. It took him a moment to process the man's question, though eventually he uttered a response in a more casual tone.*\"Silnaris are often raised into an environment that strictly enforces education and other things of the like.\"*He rubbed at his eyes.*\"Well at least Lathians often are... My family just managed to find some way into the mix of it. I had to go to magic school like anyone else and after I sucked at that... Literacy was the next best thing so I've read, even learned a bunch of languages on top of it. Didn't care much about it, but I'm sure it'll pay off at some point.\"*The Silnari couldn't bother thinking too much on it, his blurred focus on the stable up ahead as they drew near to it.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Magic school?\" *The treton thought about a few of the things he read about magic and asked* \"Do... You happen to know anything about endomagic that you may have learnt at the school? I've found very little information about it and i've taken an interest in the topic.\" *The treton asked, knowing well enough Terrel was having a hard time staying awake but the question couldn't stay at the tip of his tongue. Especially with all the blanks he was hoping to fill in his memory of past situations.* \"Let me help you with that\" *Nak'sem took a few strides forward and opened the stables door, still hoping that the drowsy man could answer his question.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The horse kept going onwards, leaving the debate of whether the Silnari was conscious enough to have the animal stop had Nak'sem not open the door prior.*\"Elaborate on what you mean by that...\"*The Silnari says back to him, not bothering with trying to interpret what the Treton could could have meant by endomagic. He hardly recalled that much from his time in school as is.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*The treton took the horses reign and helped Terrel get off, as he noticed he may be a bit unstable he assumes because of the brew he made earlier that afternoon* \"You know what? That doesn't matter right now; we can talk about this tomorrow if you want to... Either way, it has to do with some blanks in my memory I hope to fill but I need to find the root of the problem first. I think the cause may be endomagic, but i need more information before i come to a conclusion, and perhaps you can help with that.\" *Nak'sem waited at the stable's gate for the man and said in a worry masked by calmness* \"Will you be okay finding you way back to the tavern Terrel? Or should I come with?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Silnari uttered something in Kirigic. Something about killing the man when he gets up in the morning for spiking his drink.*\"I'll be fine...\"*He said to him, brushing him off as he got off his own horse on staggering legs. The Elf made sure Carl was nice and secure, then turned away from the Treton and began wandering off without much else added to his words. He seemed distant, but at the very least he was heading in the right direction.*" } ]

[ { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Whatever that means...\" *The treton said softly. He turned to look at the horse, then back again at the path where Terrel had gone through, and followed him with his eyes until his shape was completely engulfed by the darkness of the night. The treton slumped in place covering his eyes with his hands thinking about everything that happened today. He acted like a fool. \"Was i too pushy?\" He thought. Then aloud he claimed* \"I'm crashing in your stable tonight, Carl. You better leave some space for me...\" *He rose from his feet, getting into the stable from above completely disregarding his thoughts telling him to go to sea. He huddled into the corner ready to sleep he said.* \"He wouldn't leave his companion right?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel could feel himself struggling to keep awake as he left the man behind. All of the weight from the day that he had sealed away, suddenly coming down all at once in threatening to make him doze off right then and there. He at least had half a mind to follow the same route he kept on before, cursing every now and then when his balance seemed vanish before he could finally make his way back to the tavern. The sounds of cheer merely felt like torture to his tired ears and he swiftly brushed past the crowds until he managed to find a more quiet place up where the rooms were. He hardly had enough energy to head inside and securely close the door behind him before he collapsed on the bed in a tired sigh. Pulling himself further up onto the bed, he could feel himself fading away from reality for a brief moment before inevitably dozing off to sleep.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*After a pleasant night in the town of Atshim; cool seaside breeze flowing through its streets and the sound of distant waves lulling people to sleep, the sun has finally risen. The young treton was woken up by a streak of pink-ish light seeping through the stable's door, softly letting him know that his day was about to begin. He stretches looking up at the early-rising horse by his side.* \"Mornin' Carl\" *Standing up and undoing his hair wrap he says*\n\"I should make up to Terrel for being annoying shouldn't I?\" *The treton thought about perhaps doing something to start the day right and that was of course, breakfast. He did have enough money to treat Terrel for it, so he thought it'd be a nice way to say, \"Repay\" The Silnari for dinner yesterday.* \n*Nak'sem left the stable making his way to the tavern. The streets were empty and the only place he could still hear some activity was at the taverns first floor, which was apparently open. He went to the second floor where the rooms were, and softly knocked on Terrel's door, not really knowing if he would be awake since it was indeed quite early in the morning.*\n\"Mr. Terrel? Are you up?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf had fallen into a deep slumber, his long pink hair messily shrouding him as he slept awkwardly on the bed. He slowly blinked awake at the sound of knocking, letting out a quiet groan of annoyance. For a while he simply sat there, processing where he was before he eventually got up from the bed and made his way to the door. He wiped at his mask face, slowly opening the door to look at the Treton.*\"Have you come to finish the job already?\"*He asked him with a lack of much amusement. The Silnari couldn't say he didn't at least get a good's nice sleep, though waking up was hardly a joy.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"No actually. I've come to offer you some breakfast. My treat, come down when you're ready\" *The treton backed away from the door giving the Elven some privacy and proceeded going down to the first floor. He left his bag at a nice and quiet corner claiming that as his spot; sunlight beginning to gleam through the window and softly projecting itself on the hard wooden table. The treton then approached the lady at the counter and asked for the day's special, paying for it before Terrel got there, and patiently waiting for it to be ready so he could help out at least a bit and take it to his table.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Yep, he's definitely here to finish the job. The Elf thought to himself as he watched him back away from the door and head off. Terrel closed it for a brief moment, looking around the sunlit room and giving a big stretch. He had to admit, despite his earlier annoyance, he did get the best sleep he's had in a while. Of course, he'd never admit it though. Terrel took the time to smooth out his clothing, combing back his hair with his fingers before leaving and making his way down the stairs with regained energy. He took notice of the Treton sitting at one of the tables and gradually made his way back over to take a seat across from him.*\"You didn't happen to kill my horse while I was out last night, did you?\"*He questioned him with a lack of much seriousness in his tone compared to last night. It seemed at least some of his humor was regained for the day.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Haha nah, I couldn't bring myself to do it, he's too much of a nice guy to kill... After all he *Did* Let me crash in his room for the night\" *The Treton gave the man in front of him a low chuckle before the lady at the counter called for him to pick up breakfast.* \"Oh, breakfast is ready, i'll be right back\"\n *He stood up from his place and picked up a wooden tray with the food items on it, bringing it back to the table where the Silnari sat. As the treton walked with breakfast in hand he left a trail that smelled of fresh warm bread, along with herbs. He placed the tray on the table and sat back down in front of his companion.* \"Dig in, I promise I didn't put anything in it this time. Like i said, my treat.\" *Nak'sem gave a soft smile and signaled with an open hand at the food in front of them, letting him know he could eat when he pleases.*\n*He thought about asking the magic school question the Silnari was too drowsy to answer last night, but instead he just kept quiet about it furrowing his brows a bit hoping the right time would come soon*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel studied his gaze for a moment as if checking to make sure he actually meant what he said by it before the Treton had walked off to grab the breakfast. While the scent of the food caught his attention, the Silnari seemed apprehensive towards the idea of taking the risk again. That was one bridge that probably wouldn't get built back anytime soon.*\"Keep it. I have my own snacks for the road.\"*He told him, glancing out towards the window to watch whatever activity went on outside at the start of a new day.*" } ]

[ { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Whatever you say\" *The treton then took the food and left it inside a paper bag he asked for. Completely forgetting the fact that he was supposed to have breakfast as well* \"So, would you like telling me a bit more about magic school and stuff? I know maybe you don't remember much but anything helps. Like i told you yesterday i need to fill blanks in my memory and the only cause i've been able to come up with is the repercussions of endomagic. Did some research and apparently there exists two types of magic...\" *The treton leaned back against his chair, piercing amber eyes never leaving the man's face. He crossed his arms and brought one hand to his face, keeping quiet and paying full attention so that the Silnari could speak.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel leaned back in his seat, giving a quiet sigh in thinking back to the magic school that didn't have the most fondest memories to say the least. Most of them had gone by now in him taking a different route in life.*\"Magic typically comes in different forms. There is the one that mage's use which focus point is here.\"*He said pointing to his head.*\"And those who learn to imbue their own form of magic in here.\"*He said, pointing to his chest then tracing it along the rest of his body.*\"There is magic in the atmosphere. Most see them in the forms of runes or enchanting material that people find. And there is magic that people transfer into an object to keep as a new source of magic.\"*As he explained each of them, his voice grew more monotone as if already bored of the subject he repeated from memory.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Hmmm... That's interesting. From what i've managed to gather there's two main types of magic; Exomagic, the one that can go as you said, runes, enchantments, etc. Then there's Endomagic. The type where the handler's body *Is* The magical item in itself; going from enhanced strength to better survival instincts... And it makes a lot of sense even if it's not studied in its entirety. From what i've read it can even start as a response from a... Traumatic event, or spurts of manifestation throughout one's life...\"\n *The treton looked at terrel intensely as he enunciated his words with body language; but overlooking the man's past words, his questions were to no avail. He did say the magic school thing didn't go very well and a lot of time had passed so he had pretty much discarded him as a source of information.* \"That's all I *Myself* Have managed to learn about it...\" *Nak'sem covered his face with his hands in frustration and sighed*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel eyed him for a moment, offering a simple shrug in return.*\"If I were a mage, maybe I would have found reason to understand it more, but I've gone so long without magic that keeping it in memory is just a waste.\"*He said bluntly, scratching at his hair for a bit. The strands of hair seemed to shift as he did, causing a small rodent-like bird to poke its head out from it. Terrel casually allowed the animal to climb up on his hand as he toyed with the creature with no explanation of how long its presence had been there.*\"Silnarians aren't the only ones renowned for their knowledge of magic. There's a large school in Lymia that everyone talks about and I've received several books from Runra about different kinds of magic. Never bothered to look, but it'll probably be given to the guild's library for easy access if I ever did feel like doing such.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*Upon mention of the books Nak'sem took his hands out of the way and looked at terrel in awe, then quickly shifted his position, keeping the expression.* \"Lymia you say...\" *Completely dismissing the small creatures presence, he continued to ask, leaning forward* \"Let's make a deal. Since i am gonna go do some hard work at that town you said, the only thing i ask in exchange is to get access to those books, and only if possible the library as well. If that's okay with you of course, since i assume that library is guild-only... Am i mistaken?\"\n *The treton relaxed his shoulders and in a serious tone he voiced* \"You don't have to answer now, just take a moment to think about it.\" *Nak'sem thought about how much work Terrel must've put in to getting such things and having contacts like those*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yes, they would be.\"*He said, placing the small creature on his shoulder.*\"Then again, it's my guild so I suppose I can choose to have it however I want.\"*The Silnari let out a laugh at the thought, realizing that upon its completion he'd have to get to managing it. It was still a couple seasons away from then however, so he figured he'd have plenty of time. Terrel decided to take Nak'sem's word of not answering for now, instead allowing the information to sink in for the Treton. He shifted his gaze away from him, gesturing for a waiter to come over as he decided to order a small bowl of fruit for him and his bird to share. As the waiter walked off once more, he went back to relaxing in his seat and considering travel plans for the day.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Well, i've said everything i needed to, up to you to decide\" *The treton that had now eased into the comfort of the ambiance, knowing better than to bother Terrel with unimportant questions. From the bag that had been placed on the floor after both men's arrivals, Nak'sem pulled out another two small pieces of dark wood, shaped into a pair of swirls that had been delicately carved, and were now getting a traditional Pinnacelian Discipline script carved on.*\n*The text read [Discipline weighs ounces, Regret weighs tons.] As soon as the treton finished carving both of the tokens he brought out a small vial with varnish as well as a cloth he had on hand, he started carefully polishing both pieces making the small details, fractures and carvings in the wood pop out.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*As some time passed, the waiter eventually came back with the cup of fruit, to which the Silnari offered to his bird friend.*\"I'm assuming you have everything packed and ready to go for the trip? The bags will have to be brought down while I get Carl over here for us to head out into the wilds.\"*He said to him, taking a small piece of fruit for himself.*\"Best to get ready to set out while the day is young.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Yeah i have everything pretty much ready, but i was wondering how the climate is over the mountain; i don't want to get there and be caught off guard by awful cold weather, or something of the sort.\" *The treton said slowly rising from his seat, and placing just one of the tokens inside his pocket.* \n\"If i'm gonna have to get something just in case, i'll have to sell something. The woman at the counter earlier was pretty interested in islander stuff, so i'm gonna go strike a deal with her.\" *The treton picked up his bag from the floor and slowly started walking over to reception.* \"Just say the word and i'll go pick up the bags from upstairs; oh and by the way, that token is yours.\" *Nak'sem finished turning around and started talking business with the lady.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'll notify you when I get back with Carl.\"*He told him before the Treton had walked off. Terrel shifted his gaze down to the token, picking it up and looking it over curiously for a brief moment before he got up and quickly ate what remained of the fruit bowl. With Nak'sem now busy, he headed out from the tavern, making his way down the road to go pick up his horse.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*As nak'sem approached the lady at the counter, he started to think about how he's gonna be selling his items and of course, he had to use his favorite technique; placing an obnoxiously high price, bargaining with the person in front of him, and then reducing the price a substantial amount; making the person think they got a good deal. \nAfter a lot of back and forth on the prices he managed to sell it successfully, the treton made the woman fall for his tactics and slamming the counter with an open hand and a cheeky grin he said* \"Sold. Thank you for your business, you bargain extremely well.\" *The woman proceeded to hand Nak'sem a small pouch with a considerable amount of coins that could very well last him the whole trip back. And he handed one of the smaller ritualistic stones in return.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*As time went by, Terrel had eventually retrieved his horse and made his way back to the tavern. He left the mount tied up outside, heading back in to find Nak'sem.*\"Ride is here.\"*He told him.*\"Let's start getting the bags down.\"*Without waiting for much of a response, Terrel began to make his way back upstairs, knowing he'd rather not waste too much daylight what with how cold it got at night. If they were lucky they'd manage to make it to the next town over, but the more time they wasted, the less likely that seemed.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*As Nak'sem inspected the pouch he heard Terrel's voice followed by the creak of his steps and immediately said* \"On it\" *He quickly gave the woman a smile and placed the pouch in his hip bag, rushing upstairs to help get the supplies from the room; As he caught up behind the Silnari, he voiced in a lively manner* \"I struck big today. Seems like the lady has more than meets the eye; after all the tavern seems to have a lot of customers... Some of them that drink their money dry than anything else but that's business for ya.\" *The treton passed by terrel's side opening the door to the room and made his way in to carry the bulkier-heavier bags. While he came back down the stairs he asked* \"Is there anything else we need to get before leaving?\" *After all, the Treton had never gone to such places and didn't know exactly what they'd require.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Good.\"*He said casually, watching as the Treton collected the bags and directing him out to where his horse was waiting.*\"Hopefully you'll grab more deals in the next town over.\"*Walking over to his mount, the Elf checks to make sure the cart is properly attached before hopping up on him.*\"Yesterday, I went ahead and bought anything we'd need in the event that we're stuck between towns for the night. Otherwise we'll manage as we get from place to place until we have to cross the mountains. For my horse's sake though, we may just take the long way around to spare us of the trouble. You ready to go?\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Ready as can be.\" *The treton loaded up as humanely possible and followed Terrel closely, guard up just in case any external activity were to hinder their travel. He started wondering about why terrel left his noble-ness behind a became a mercenary, since magical arts and being a swordsman are two widely different paths in life. Sooner or later, when the right time comes he'll ask.* \"So mr. Mercenary, what do you usually do? Still very secretive considering that i'm planning to spend a while around ya.\" *He said in a casual manner*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"As far as you know, Mercenary work.\"*He told him, giving the horse a tap to get him moving off towards the outskirts of town.*\"I have been considered a business man in some occurrences, however. Mercenary work just happens to provide more monetary value so far. You know, everything going on in the world that just makes jobs easier to get paid for.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"That's interesting... Do you tend to go far away from home? I imagine traveling for a loooong while means leaving behind valuable people and things, especially if you're risking your life every once in a while... Have you thought about settling down somewhere? Or is that not your kind of thing.\" *The treton looked at the man with glistening eyes, almost as if his inner child was asking the question, and terrel's life was somewhat of a fairytale to him*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"My home is everywhere.\"*He said.*\"Quite literally. I have houses everywhere. So I suppose I never really leave it.\"*The Silnari let out a chuckle, never too used to anyone being curious of his own life. At the question of settling down, Terrel laughed at the thought.*\"Hah... Settling down is for old people. Contrary to popular belief, I don't think I'm that old yet. Then again it tends to be hard to tell with Silnaris so maybe I still could be.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Gah... Houses everywhere? That must be nice... Though i share the thought of home being everywhere, since this world has provided for me and kept me alive and well. Personally I tend to make the difference between a house and a home; you could very well have many houses and land but the people and the energies there are what makes it a home; without those a house is just a structure.\" *The treton said in a nostalgic note, thinking about all the places he's been through* \"On that same note, what's been the farthest you've been from... Any of your houses i guess hahah, I can see you have many years of travel on you\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel fell silent during Nak'sem's nostalgia trip, wondering if any of his houses would be considered a home by the treton's standards. There wasn't much energy there outside of his wolves to really act as a measure, so perhaps they were all simply the same. The Elf considered whether or not he'd consider the west more of his home now with his Allies being close by. He wasn't too sure if it counted either though with everyone traveling relatively far out all the time. Perhaps that was just a question meant for a settler. At least the question that came next was much easier to answer.*\"I'd say the desert to the far south. South Hombaxian I believe it's called. A bunch of sand as far as any can see. Terrible place to make a house really.\"*He said the last part more jokingly.*\"Went with a group to explore the area, not too much of interest there though. I've been trying to map out places of better riches, but a cartographer is probably better suited for the job.\"" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"I've read a lot about the Fexaw Desert it's one of the best for stargazing... And to be completely honest with you i'd love to go there, even if in your eyes there's not much haha. Perhaps it's just me craving the experience or just finding something amazing from every place i learn about.\" *He gave a soft smile at the thought and then said casually* \"I've had some experience with maps but less in a land way, more in a sky way. My people are far better scouting the world through the stars and planets positions. In the end it's a very useful skill to have especially when you spend most your life at sea.\" *After finishing his sentence, he raised an open hand and making an \"L\" With his thumb and index he tracked invisible stars. After he was suddenly reminded of the fact that he mentioned age is hard to tell on a Silnari and the curiosity ensued, but he'd rather ask at another time*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Nothing stopping you from going other than resources and general sanity.\"*He said in return to the Treton considering wanting to visit the desert. Terrel was sure there was something good to find there, yet he hadn't come across anything just yet. Star-gazing hardly felt like a good reason in his eyes, but to each their own.*\"Navigating is the easy part, finding something worth navigating for is what's hard.\"*He said in a more thoughtful tone, only glancing over at the Treton as he tried tracking using the nonexistent stars. He's heard of those kind of strategies, though he mostly just traveled based on the sun's position and rested during the night.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"And that my friend, is the dilemma of life. Finding a purpose is what people have studied, killed and worked for, that applies to everyone at some point in time\" *The treton readjusted the weight of the supplies on himself and gave terrel a quick look.*\n*As Nak'sem was recollecting yesterda's events, he suddenly remembered that at no point in time he told Terrel his name. Being way too focused on his new mission it was to be expected; but now, he wasn't gonna let it slide.* \"My trarn. I've just realized...\" *Slowly turning his head he looked at terrel with a slightly worried expression yet a slightly mischievous attitude* \"Try saying my name\" *The treton reckoned the Silnari couldn't possibly know so he simply stared back at Terrel with a slight grin on his face* \"Any idea what that might be?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"When you figure it out, feel free to let me know. Otherwise I'm just going to continue my search for monetary gain like most people have been doing for centuries.\"*He said in return. For a moment, he felt himself being met with silence only for the Treton to bring up him never stating his name. The Elf never cared enough to ask, but it seemed like the mischievous fish was looking to make a game out of him guessing.*\"I have a few ideas, none of which you'd want to hear, so I've mainly just been calling you 'arbec örxo' in my head. It's Kirigic.\"*The two words were in his native tongue, a language he used on the occasion when encrypting messages or just taking advantage of the opportunity he had to say things people wouldn't understand. It was good fun every now and then as evident of the smirk currently crossing his face at it.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Why do i feel like i've been violated-\" *The treton started laughing at the fact that terrel was most likely calling him a moron or something of the sort in his head, not that it bothered him but it did spark up some curiosity, so in between laughs he said* \"And what may that mean if you don't mind me asking? I bet you're saying some good stuff about me aren't you\" *Nak'sem calmed down and took a few deep breaths and mumbled in between giggles* \"C'mon, just shoot your best name, three chances\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"It means fish boy.\"*He said simply. It seemed like his naming scheme was as simplistic as his choice of mask wear.*\"I can say quite a few things about you, but as your traveling buddy, I'll let you believe they're all good.\"*With how monotone his voice naturally was, it was hard to tell if he was joking or not. At the very least he came off as amused. He gave a light shrug at Nak'sem asking for guesses.*\"I don't know... Shubca? Kugle...? Fügt-?\"*He guessed, simply saying words at random from his own language.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Good try. All wrong but who cares at this point. I may take one of those for a future alias\" *He giggled at the pet-like name Terrel gave him and simply said* \"So fish boy huh? That's okay i guess, it's precise, gets the job done. I'm guessing carl here got his name in a similar manner?\" *The treton reminisced about the moment he learnt about the steed's name* \"... Do you perhaps have any more pets or animal companions back at your houses?\" *Nak'sem completely dismissed the fact that he ended up not telling the Silnari his name, changing to a related topic. After all he knew people usually build an idea of a person based on what they consider important about them and in this case, he was merely his travel companion, Fish boy.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sure, just never do go by those names if you visit the steppes. They'll probably laugh.\"*A snort of amusement escaped Terrel at him mentioning using them as aliases. Oh he had no idea.*\"No, my family just thought Carl was a nice name, so I went with it. I figured it suited him well enough too. If we named him something by similar theme, he'd be called Sheb which would get confusing quick amongst the other horses.\"*Despite the whole guessing game, it seemed like Nak'sem wasn't going to share his name. Terrel shrugged it off though. He didn't need to know really. A name was simply a name despite his wolf friend considering it something a lot more powerful. At the question of if he had more pets, he let out a low laugh.*\"Something like that.\"*He answered simply without extra context.*\"I suppose you'll see if we ever visit.\"*With those words said, he gave his horse a harder tap to the side, causing Carl to pick up speed a bit as they made their way out of the gate to the empty land beyond.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "\"Well, i'm laughingstock already\" *The treton seemingly entertained by this whole situation gave a wholehearted laugh and the continued to say* \"To me names are important, they signify something more than just a pair of pretty words; they carry history behind them especially last names, they're really heavy with energy, more than you'd think.\" *Nak'sem looked at Terrel with kind of an intriguing expression, ruled by the half smile he gave. *\n*The treton simply quickened his pace and widened his strides to keep up with terrel and his steed. They were once again venturing into the wilderness, not really knowing what to expect but like all things, Nak'sem said* \"Let's hope for the best, and prepare for the worst I guess... Ain't that right buddy.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sounds like you and a friend of mine share similar thought processes.\"*He said, thinking aloud. Terrel never understood it, but perhaps some people simply carried sentimental value to names. Nonetheless, he didn't add more to the conversation, simply listening off as he brought his horse into a brisk walk.\n\nThe long road seemed to take what felt like several days, long enough to stretch on to a week or so. Every now and then, along the way, the Silnari seemed willing to engage in conversation, while other times, he set himself busy on the task to make sure everything was prepared for the rest of the trip. He brought them to a couple of towns for the first few days, though the land quickly became absent of them as they took the long route around the mountainside.\n\nOnly now, as the sun began to reach the horizon, did Terrel finally look on ahead, taking notice of a familiar lake in the distance, and perking up a bit at the sight of it.*\"Here we are...\"*He says simply. From where they were, it was hard to make out much more than the distant shadows created by the setting sun, but it seemed like wherever it was they were supposed to be heading towards was finally close.*" } ]

[ { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*The treton smiled at the comment about streets being half built and voiced in an excited tone* \"I assure you they'll get finished 5 times faster with me here, and the crops are no trouble for me since back in my hometown i used to care for them with another guy.\" *He set the supplies down besides him, and approached the water, lightly touching it with his hand* \"Forgive me for what i'm about to do, but i've been waiting to do it for a long while now\" *Nak'sem smiled and quickly took his shirt off, revealing a couple dark scars along with tattoos lining his back, he lets go of his hair and sprints into the water while laughing loudly, diving into the deeper side of it.*\n*He splashed and leaped in the water revealing what looked like an orca's tail, shimmering with trickling water and what seemed to be a state of pure happiness on Nak'sem's face. It was to be expected since after all, it had been weeks since he last had contact with deeper waters.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave a slow shake of his head as the man jumped into the lake, this being the second time its happened. He lightly tugged his horse away from the water's edge, figuring it better not to continue drinking it at this point.*\"Guess I'll just wait then.\"*He says, figuring they'll be here for a while, before glancing over towards the transformed Treton swimming about in the water.*" }, { "author": "_hellobozo", "message": "*As a couple minutes went by Nak'sem surged out the lake with a wide, satisfied smile on his face; though that was quickly shot down from what he thought was a face of disappointment on terrel's half-exposed features. He walked out straining his hair of the remaining water and then said* \"I'm sorry, i tried not wasting that much time since i know you just wanna get to town... Thanks for waiting for me either way.\" *He gave terrel a half smile, and began drying himself a bit with his shirt, and throwing it over his shoulder. He picked up the supplies and voiced his thoughts* \"I'm glad to be here traveling with you, to be completely honest i never thought i'd make it this far so quick.\" \n*Then, changing subject and signaling he was ready to continue the walk he said* \n\"By the way, that carved token I made us is a promise token. As long as you have it i'll work for you and be here whenever you need. When you don't need or want me here anymore, you return it. Some fellows have kept it for years on them.\" *He then placed a hand in his hip pouch and pulled out a small handful of tokens, some in pairs, some alone, showcasing it to Terrel* \"Simple as that. Helps to keep track of my jobs, and they each have their own stories but i'm not gonna bore you with details.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel reached into his pocket at the mention of the totem, looking at it while the Treton explained its purpose.*\"Hm... Seems like a loose string to tie anyone down with, but I suppose I can put it to some use.\"*The Silnari looked back towards the Treton, letting out a light chuckle before turning away and continuing along the path towards the towns.*\"You know, most will be hanging around the hotsprings in the coming days. Maybe you'll enjoy the spot with the others working around here.\"*He said to him, in casual invitation before offering a light shrug.*\"Or not. I'm sure you're more geared to reading those books of mines during your stay.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*A fine day can be found within the town of Atshim, clear skies and a shining sun about. A day of productivity, to accomplish ones goals and seek out their ends.*\n\n*An ends that required a lengthy means for one young priest in particular. As to spread the word of the god Adelquin, one must be dedicated to his duties and steadfast in his approach. A voice of warmth, and a confidence in his ability provided by his loving god. All qualities seemingly found in a man speaking in the town square, something of a podium under his feet and a book in his hand.*\n\n*Although unarmored, he had the look of a warrior, perhaps a paladin. His hair something of an explosion of silver locks, bound into segments covering his back. He wore a standard blue tunic, and a necklace resembling the dragons of old. A short sword at his belt, although it looked like it hadn't been drawn in ages.*\n\"And Adelquin, creator of all did battle with the destroyer, Dirwe! The spilled dragon's blood came to be our seas and rain, and hellish fire from his maw so burned the desert into being! Thank the all mighty for everything that you have, and fail not to enjoy every aspect provided by our deities suffering!\"\n\n*The paladin preached and sung and prayed, but his crowd did not grow. Most citizens passing by the man, tuned out to his calls to god. He sighs, closing the book and seeming to pack up.*\n\"People aren't very interested it seems...\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*From afar one of the local priests had been watching his meager sermon with some vague interest. Once he'd finished his preaching she made her presence known by approaching him. He'd feel a gentle hand on his back. Behind him stood a canifor lady nearly 7ft tall, wearing black/grey robes with a hood up. She had a soft smile on her face as she looked to him.* \"I think you might be preaching in the wrong place, you'll find few willing converts here, of all places.\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*The considerably shorter trenton seemed to jump, as he felt a hand on his back. Slowly glancing back to find the somewhat menacing figure of a canifore woman behind him. Fortunately, she seemed to be offering him good intentions. From the look of her clothing, she seemed to be a maiden of the church.*\n\"A-ah... Well, sister. There is not much use in preaching to the quire.\"\n\n*The trenton turns to face her completely, offering his hand.*\n\"Ahem- My name is Gabriel.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She hadn't expected him to be so friendly, given that he was here trying to convert people after all. She nevertheless took his hand and gave it a shake, her warm smile still present.* \"Mira, I'm one of the priestesses here. You've come a long way to get to Atshim, no? I rarely see your kind this far to the west.\" *Judging by her face and general body shape she was probably middle aged.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Yes, the journey was long to get here. Although I do not regret my travels, the cultures of this land are quite interesting.\"\n*Gabe looks across the town, seeming to pause on the foreign architecture and designs of art. He shakes his head though, looking back up to the wolf lady.*\n\n\"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sister Mira. Uh-... Im embarrassed to ask this so soon after meeting you, but could you give me a favor? Im unable to read the texts here, and haven't been able to find any luck with an inn to stay at.\"\n*The trenton puts a hand to the back of his neck, giving a nervous smile. His youth showing in his smile, as well as his inexperience with this land.*" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She smirked a little bit at his embarrassment, nodding a little.* \"I have room at my home. I'll let you stay, on one condition. You had better give me good conversations and eat the food I make for you, hm?\" *She said with a faint grin, giving his hair a gentle ruffle.* \"How long are you planning on staying in Atshim?\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabriel would blink blankly, confused at the offer to stay with her. He only meant for her to recommend a good inn.*\n\"A room? Oh, that is really too kind sister- I don't want to intrude, a room recommendation at an Inn would be just fine-\"\n\n*The man's apparent rambling would be cut off as he recieved a pat on the head. His hair silky and fluffy, sinking quite a bit before is reached his head.*\n\"A-ah... Well... About a week. Perhaps longer if I find the need to earn some money.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She found his shyness about the offer to be a little funny, letting out a quiet chuckle as she gently pet his head.* \"I've never seen a shy preacher before.\" *She just had to tease him a little.* \"Come, come, you can stay for as long as you like. I'd be happy to have a guest.\" *And without taking no for an answer she retracted her hand and went to walk off, hoping he'd follow.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Ehe- I... Thank you, miss...\"\n*It would seem to preacher had decided to resign himself. And while he usually wasn't this shy, he found himself stuttering around this towering furry preistess. He quickly collects his things, amounting to two rather large bags, one having a pair of shiny armor hung around it.*\n\"If theres anything I can do to repay you for this, please just say. Money, labor... You asked for conversation, no?\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"Indeed. I do hope you have some stories to tell.\" *She let him catch up with her and gently gave his shoulder a quick pat and a squeeze before leading onwards. Her home wasn't far from here, close to the Hasaapian temple. She walked inside.* \"Please, make yourself at home, I'll make us some tea to drink hm?\" *It was a modest 2 story home, with a small living space downstairs with a kitchen and dining room, and an upstairs with a single big bedroom and storage space.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Thank you again- Yes, that would be wonderful.\"\n*He gave her a nod and a smile, idly looking around the place. Although it was modest, it was much homier than any chapel he'd stayed at. He steps forward, placing his bags down with a huff, seeming to stretch after.*\n\"I may have one or two... Admittedly, my journey here has not been very interesting. I thank Adelquin for protecting my path.\"\n\n*The trenton seemed to look for a place to sit, eventually finding himself at the dining table.*" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She'd continue to smile gently as he sat down and relaxed a bit. She pulled her hood down, revealing her head in full. She went into the dining room and moved a kettle over an open fire stove. It had been nearby so it didnt take long to boil. She made tea for the two of them and brought the cups over, setting one infront of him and sitting down across from him.* \"So where are you from, Gabriel?\" *She smiled and blew on her tea.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabriel seemed to be day dreaming, observing what little nick nacks laid around the room in the mean time. His attention suddenly snapping back as he spots his host enter and provide him with tea. He smiles, gingerly picking up the cup but pausing before he drinks.*\n\"Thank you for the tea. Oh- I come from an island nation, far off the coast of Silnaria. The pinnacelian, if you've heard of it.\"\n\n*He then takes a sip of the drink, eyes lighting up as he enjoyed it's taste.*\n\"Ah~ Delicous.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*Her smile picked up a bit as she saw him enjoy the tea, drinking some of her own.* \"I've never been, but I have heard of it. I've travelled all over, except anywhere a boat is needed. I was born here, in Atshim, though in a poorer part of the city. This is my home but I rarely stay here, I always love going out and exploring.\" *She rested her elbows on the table and leaned forward. Her eyes were now a lot more visable with her hood down, her gaze was soft and welcoming.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"You're also a traveler?\"\n*Gabriel seemed abit more intrigued at this revelation. Peering up to meet Mira's new found gaze, an admittedly different sight to one he was used to. He had met beastkin before, even fought along side some, but this felt different... Maybe because he was staying with her, or her intimidating size. Whatever the case, he better adapt soon, she was being quite kind to him after all.*\n\"May I ask why you haven't traveled by boat? The seas may be intimidating, but they are quite an experience. Although the travel is long and there is not much to do.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"I can't say I ever had much reason to. I started travelling after the last big war with the mentians ended. I've been all over the continent, but I spent a lot of my time down with the Siuians down south. There's not many ships there.\" *She smiled a little, she didn't seem afraid of the sea at least. She sipped on her tea.* \"Where's the furthest you've been from home?\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabe nodded, seeming to lean back into his chair and gaze up at the ceiling. Seeming to wince at the mention of a war with their Mentian neighbors. News didn't travel well across the seas, so he didn't really know anything about the conflict. His eyes fall back down to the canifore as she asks him where his travels had lead.*\n\"The furthest...? Well, i'll admit i've only hit the mainland recently, but i've gone up north quite alot. I suppose Runra would have to be the farthest.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"I've always wanted to visit Runra, maybe I will sometime soon.\" *She maintained that never waivering smile. She finished her tea and set the cup aside.* \"Do you have loved ones back home? Or are you completely free to travel?\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Maybe I could take you. I know the area a little more than a stranger would after all.\"\n*He smiled back, another offer to seemingly repay his debt. Although the smile seemed to die on his face as the canifore mentioned his home. He glances away, nodding solemnly.*\n\"No... No, I'm free to travel. I'm afraid there's not much left for me back home.*\n\n*He shakes his head, deciding to finish his tea as well.*\n\"That's enough about me though... What about you? Any family, loved ones in these parts?\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She shook her head in responce to the question.* \"I never really knew my parents. I grew up in the poorer parts of Atshim. I suppose I was a little adventurer even back then, there's still parts of the city that are unexplored. This used to be a Silnarian city until we conquered it, now a lot of it's in ruins and overgrown.\" *She drummed her fingers on the table.* \"Besides, i'm over thirty years old now, we don't live as long as the other races, my parents probably passed away already.\" *She spoke softly, but her smile didn't falter.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Seems a common story... I only wish I could change that.\"\n*Gabriel wonders about the old ruins mentioned. He supposed every town had an extensive history. History that seemed quite depressing, through war and fallen empires. Even the personal history between the two was quite a damper.*\n\n\"If it's any consolation, you don't look a day over twenty. *I thought you were younger than me to be honest...*\"\n*The Trenton gave a sort of chuckle. It may of been inappropriate, but he really hadn't another way to lighten the mood besides a joking compliment.*" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"Oh? You think I have a youthful appearance?\" *She said a little jokingly, leaning forward in her seat and giving head a little pat.* \"Thank you. I'm glad to hear it at least. I'm thirty three, and you?\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabe would wince once more as his head was pet. A common enough action for him to stop questioning it. Perhaps Mira was just a very physical person, not that he minded. Although, shouldn't he be petting her instead?*\n\"I turned twenty five just a few months ago I believe... It gets sorta difficult to track the time when I'm on the move.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She smiled and nodded.* \"I also forget how old I am. I write it down actually, I put a mark for every year that passes.\" *She gently scratched behind his ear before pulling her hand back.* \"So what are your pland while in the federation?\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*The man stares as he receives scratches behind the ear as if he were a dog. The action itself not nearly as confusing as the small enjoyment he got out of it.*\n\"I mostly plan to see the sights, experience the cultures. Visit the chapels and cathedrals that liter the world in offering to deities foreign to my own. Some call it heresy, but I call it interesting really.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"That's a good way of seeing the world. So many people are far too dogmatic for their own good. We mortals don't really know the truth, all faiths could be true at the same time, or only one could be true. There has to be some reason people across the world believe in different things and not just one faith.\" *She approved, at least!*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"I'm glad you agree.\"\n*Gabe Gabe a sigh of relief, his faith in Mira proving itself well. After all, such a confession might leave him on the streets once again.*\n\"Yes, there must be some reason to it all. The world simply could not be so chaotic yet so meticulous... I'm really glad you approached me, Sister Mira. It has been a long while since I've talked this long with someone before.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"I knew you'd be fun to talk to. You have an exotic outlook on things.\" *She smiled and stood up.* \"Would you like some dinner? I have some beef and vegitable soup cooking.\" *She took a few steps towards the kitchen but waited for his answer.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Oh- Yes please! That was one of your conditions anyway, wasn't it?\"\n*He watches the beastly woman get up, glancing to his stuff. He had plenty of time to unpack later... He needed something to occupy himself.*\n\"Do you need a hand? I've been told I'm fairly good in the kitchen.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"It's been cooking for a while now, just need to check on it and put it in some bowls.\" *She smiled warmly at his offer, but shook her head.* \"You can come get a drink, if you want.\" *Inside the kitchen it smelt pretty good! She had some jars and pitchers of various drinks, and fresh oranges he could squeeze if he wanted to.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabe nodded at the offer, standing as he joined Mira in the kitchen. He glances around, spotting the pot that a delicious smell seemed to come from. As if on command, his stomach growls rather embarrassingly.*\n\"Eheh- Guess I am pretty hungry...\"\n\n*Gabe looked for the pot of tea, hoping to get a refill of that delicious drink.*\n\"Will I be taking the couch, sister Mira?\"\n*He questioned while he poured himself a glass and one for her as well.*" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"I said make yourself at home, didn't I? Sleep wherever you'd like to.\" *She smiled as she brought the pot into the dining room with two bowls and a big spoon. She filled up both bowls and sat down.* \"There's the couch, the floor or the bed upstairs. It's quite a big bed!\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Once more, Gabe followed after the canine woman. Setting the two cups down and taking his seat once more, smiling down at the soup.*\n\"It smells delicious!\"\n\n*Although before he digs in, he pauses at the selection given. He would probably take the couch over the floor... Wait, the bed?*\n\"Is there a second bedroom in this house...?\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She smiled and shook her head.* \"Only one bedroom.\" *She flashed a small smirk and didn't explain further, tucking into her soup.* \"You're free to decide where you'd like to sleep.\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Oh...*Oh*...\"\n*Gabe simply stared in a mild realization at what she had offered. Of course the offer of bed sharing opens the door to other more devious thoughts. Quickly, Gabe attempts to snap out of it with a quick shake of his head.*\n\"Eheh-... I uh... Appreciate the offer. But I think I'll take the couch, thank you.\"\n\n*He said with a nervous smile, a trail of sweat on his face before he quickly dives into his meal as a distraction.*" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She smirked a little. She did enjoy poking at how shy he was. Flustering him was entertaining.* \"You can push two of the footrests I have over to make the couch more comfy for you.\" *She hummed a little as she ate her soup, putting more in her bowl as she went.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabe seemed to relax after her advice, calming down from her teasing. He nodded in appreciation before continuing to eat, enjoying the simple meal well.*\n\"Thanks... Say Sister, is there anything to do around town? Preaching is well and good, but it's not something I do every hour of the day.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"That depends on what you count as entertainment. The best part about Atshim is the market place, we get goods from Silnaria and Mentia here. There's plenty of taverns if drinking is more your thing. Then there's brothels if you have a specific itch that needs scratching.\" *She just had to throw in a bit more teasing.* \"There's not a whole lot to do here, really.\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabe nodded, noting the market. He could probably find some good stuff here, or at least ingredients for a meal. He still felt the need to repay Mira somehow.*\n\n*Though those plans are instantly derailed as she mentions the brothels. He nearly spits what soup he had in his mouth, quickly swallowing and giving a few coughs.*\n\"S-sister please, my heart can't handle any more of this lustful talk...\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She covered her mouth and hushed a laugh, clearly reveling in his embarassment.* \"I can't tell if you're just the most shy preacher i've ever met or your entire homeland is filled with prudes.\" *She continued to eat her soup, loving the conversation.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabriel shook his head, gazing down into his bowl of soup.*\n\"It's just... I've never... Before...\"\n\n*Gabriel attempted to offer some strange explanation before sighing in defeat. He finishes his bowl, though doesn't move to refill it and downs his drink as well.*\n\"I'd like to unpack some of my stuff before it gets dark here. Maybe explore the market area in the morning. Those ruins you spoke of also sound quite interesting.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She sips on her drink and smirks.* \"By all means. Like I say, make yourself at home here.\" *She finished her soup and stood up, taking the bowls, cups and pot back into the kitchen to wash them.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabe nods, standing and sauntering over to his bags. The bag with plate armor tied to it seemed to be full of the more adventurous items, weapons, potions, and other supplies. The other seemed like a civilian bag, clothes, and personal belongings included.*\n\"Let's see here...\"\n\n*After a moment, it had seemed like Gabe had colonized his own little corner of the house. A few items strewn here and there with an attempt to be unintrusive to the house.*\n\"There.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*Once she cleaned up she walked into the livingroom to look at what he'd done to the place. She sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her.* \"Well, I hope you find it comfortable here.\" *She said with a warm smile.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabe somewhat hesitantly sits next to Mira. His hands on his lap as he looks around.*\n\"So... What else would you like to talk about?\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She sat cross legged on the couch and got comfy when he sat down.* \"Anything and everything. What were you going to say, hm? That you never..?\" *She questioned him about when he got flustered.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Oh, that? It was.. Nothing. Uh... So where have you traveled too exactly? You mentioned the Siuians.\"\n\n*Gabe leaned back into the cushions, attempting to settle in a little more. His attempt to switch conversation is not exactly subtle, but he manages well enough.*" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*It definately wasn't subtle, but oh well.* \"I have indeed. I've been all over mentia, mostly healing wounded kin. I've been to Silnaria, Lymia and Salvania, all along the coast. I visited the steppes once, that was something.\" *She let out a hum, and smiled.* \"And you?\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"I mentioned the outer islands before I believe. I made landfall in Silnaria, and briefly explored Salvainia. This was my next destination after that. I plan to visit Mentia afterwards as well.\"\n\n*Gabe pauses before sitting up from the couch. He reaches for one of his bags, pulling it close and reaching in. From there, he seems to find a map with several doodles and notes across the places he's mentioned before.*\n\"This world map has been quite handy, but expensive. \"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She leaned over to look at the map he had, giving his hair a quick ruffle.* \"I like the little drawings.\" *She smirked at the doodles, then read over his notes.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Oh, yeah- I got bored sometimes...\"\n*He smiled, seeming to lean into the hand that pet him.*\n\"But there's still a lot of land here I haven't even stepped foot on. A whole lot of empty map to discover.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"If you need any advice for travelling to any place, i've got plenty of experiance.\" *She leaned back in the couch and stretched, taking her hand away.* \"Mm... Do you have any hobbies?\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Hobbies? I suppose I'd have to have one, huh.\"\n*Gabriel set the map aside, wondering about what he could call a hobby.*\n\"I suppose training and exercise doesn't exactly count as interesting... I do play the guitar.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"Oh? I've tried my hand at some instruments before, I'm not the most gifted. I'm not terrible with a flute at least.\" *Her smile persisted as she glanced around the room, pointing to where her flute was, up on a cabinet.* \"They play that a lot down south.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Gifted or not, I'd love to hear you play. I wasn't the best when I started, but practice always helps.\"\n*He said with a brief yawn, seemingly growing tired. He gazes to the window, attempting to gage the time by the amount of sunlight he could spot. A skill he seemed to be growing since his travels begin.*\n\"It must be getting late by now... \"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*By this point it was getting late in the day, almost dark.* \"Oh, perhaps tomorrow afternoon, I'd rather not annoy my neighbours.\" *She smiled and shook her head a little.* \"Do you read?\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Mm. I should do some washing up before I hit the hay.\"\n*Gabe nodded, although the neighbors seemed a little far off to care. How loud could she play?*\n\"A little yes. Mostly out of the book I use for my sermons, but I have a few other books to pass the time.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"I like to read every now and then. I have a bookshelf upstairs, if you need something to pass the time.\" *She gave his head a gentle pat before standing up.* \"I think i'll head to sleep. Will you be fine down here?\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"I think I'll take you up on that. I've already read my own books two or three times.\"\n*He gave a half chuckle, watching her stand up. He pauses as she asks if he'd be okay, quickly nodding. He had everything he needed in his bags, he was just thankful to have a roof over his head this time.*\n\"Yes, thank you Sister. Uh- If you don't mind showing me to the bath, i'd like to at least wash my face.\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"Oh, of course.\" *She gave a little motion to follow as she headed upstairs to a small room where she kept a bathtub and general washing supplies. It was right next to her bedroom.* \"Feel free to fill this up with hot water and relax whenever.\" *She looked to him and smiled still.* \"Would you like me to fill it up for you?\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabe stood and followed, glancing around the bath as he entered. Better than any single bath he'd been to, mostly having to make use of public baths.*\n\"For me...? N-no, I couldn't put you out anymore than I have. I'll do it.\"\n\n*Gabe smiles as he shakes his head, stepping in over to the bath.*\n\"If you'll excuse me, sister-\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"Oh fine, have it your way.\" *She let out a tut sound, smirking a little. She shuffled closer and gently pulled him in and hugged him, patting his head.* \"Enjoy your bath, mhm? I'll be in the other room.\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabe gave a nervous chuckle as Mira seemed to pout at his denial. His host really was something. He supposed she had been sending 'signals' since they met, but he was just too oblivious...*\n\n*Of course, now he finds himself in a deep hug, the significantly large figure over powering him into a soft furry coffin. It'd suffice to say Gabe's face resembled a cherry, muttering out something in defeat.*\n\"I-i will... Y-yes sister...\"" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She gave his head a gentle headpat and squeezed him against her for a moment before letting him go.* \"Well, enjoy your bath.\" *She squeezed his shoulder and stepped out, leaving him to bathe in peace.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabe gave a sigh of relief as Mira exited. It was as if he held his breath for the duration of the hug, and even after he let him go. But finally, he was alone, a quality he took for granted before the teasing started.*\n\n*Gabe doesn't take long to finish, exiting the back a bit cleaner and significantly wetter. A fresh pair of what seems like night wear on his person. A strange thing for an adventurer to have.*" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*There was a candlelight on in Mira's bedroom that he could see. She was just laying on her bed reading a book. She hadn't notice him walk out it seems.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabe seems to peek out at Mira in silent indecision. Eventually shaking his head as he knocks on the open door.*\n\"I just wanted to say, thank you again. Truly. And uh... Goodnight, Mira.\"\n\n*He offers a warm smile, hoping to let her get some rest.*" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She looked up from her book and smiled.* \"Thank you too, you're wonderful company. Sleep well now!\" *She set her book down and looked at him from across the room.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*A moment passed, and Gabe remained by the door. He seemed to be finding the words to ask something...*\n\"Uhm... Mira... You were only teasing me, right? With all those... 'Offers'? I realize many call me thick headed or oblivious, so...\"\n\n*He said in a hopeful tone, attempting to confirm if she was just ruthless to the shy of heart.*" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "\"Hm? Oh no, they were genuine. Obviously teasing you is fun, but I did mean it.\" *She sat up a little more in bed, a smirk forming.*" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "\"Oh, I thought that's was the case-... Wait... Genuine...?\"\n*Gabe stared in a moment of quiet realization. A blush forming on his cheeks for the third time.*\n\"O-oh! Well... Ehm... I'm f-flattered, Mira, but a h-holy man doesn't b-betray the c-cloth!\"\n\n*He seemed to stumble, unsure of what to say or do. He __had__ been alone for quite some time... Oh lord-*" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She couldn't help but let out a little chuckle, covering her lips.* \"Does your faith forbid you from affection? No wonder you're having so much trouble trying to convert people here. Or... Maybe you're just hiding behind your scripture, hm?\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*A light 'gulp' is heard as Mira accuses him of using his faith as an excuse. He could not lie, a simply shrunk back in shame.*\n\"W-well... I suppose... There aren't any h-hard set rules about *That* Sorta thing... B-but- we barely know each other! We just met a few hours ago, did we not??\"\n\n*A moral quandary to be sure, but Gabriel's continued presence still meant he was at least interested, did it not?*" }, { "author": "Mira", "message": "*She was a little amused by this. She didn't have any moral issues, certainly none born of faith.* \"If it flusters you so much we can talk about this tomorrow, hm? Say your prayers and all.\"" }, { "author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech", "message": "*Gabe blinked before slowly nodding. He stands up straight, and clears his throat.*\n\"Y-yes... I think I will... Goodnight, Sister Mira.\"\n\n*Disappointingly, Gabe seems satisfied with the compromise. Quietly closing the door and breathing another sigh of relief. He'd mumble out to himself while he made for his bed on the couch.*\n\"I feel this woman will be the death of me... Yet it is strangely invigorating... \"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Sivne would be sat outside a Mipmi tavern, with her hooves up drinking the local beer. She glanced around up and down the street, enjoying her evening finally being able to relax for once all by herself.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel was making his way along the streets after finishing with a recent contract. He had traveled a bit of distance to take the time recruiting, but now with it getting late, he has begun making plans of departing this town to return to another. As he made his way along the streets, his gazed passed over to a familiar individual. At least so he thought. It took a short moment to gather where he remembered this particular Brayer from, but eventually a grin passed over his face from the brief memory of speaking with them once before.*\"Well now.\"*He said as he approached her.*\"Would have figured you'd be completely Macen by now.\"*He joked recalling their previous conversation of it.*\"Must be doing a good job at avoiding them.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She looked over him and blinked. Then it clicked, they'd met in Kadrush at the very start of her exile.* \"Mmh. I remember you. Kadrush, a year ago. Things've changed a lot. Care for a drink?\" *Terrel might remember that Sivne said she'd been exiled from the federation, but here she was relaxing and drinking beer.* \"Been on a long road since we last spoke.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel paused for a moment, perhaps thinking for a bit to himself. He supposed he'd have imagined the Brayer a bit perkier after their last interaction, but she was right, it had been quite some time since they've last spoken. No telling what's happened since then. At the offer of a drink, he'd hold a hand up.*\"I'll pass on one for tonight, but wouldn't mind taking some time to relax as well before getting back to my travels.\"*He said, finding a spot to sit down next to her.*\"Didn't expect to find you here after your claims of there not being much work in this place. Figured you'd have made your way further East.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Bah. Things changed. I've spent the last year in Mentia, fighting a lot. I had my exile lifted here and me and a couple friends killed a mentian baron before we left. Good times.\" *She sipped her beer.* \"Now i'm here for the autumn and the winter, resting and planning. Mmh. And you?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He let out a snort.*\"Sounds like the war's been putting you to work.\"*Terrel thought about questioning her mention of exile, but it wasn't long before he was questioned himself.*\"The typical mercenary work, town building, and recruiting nowadays. Had been cutting back on traveling too far for it and keeping around the west.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"It's been good to get some real action. I'm a lot better at fighting now than I was then. Mmh. Town building? What are you, some mercenary mayor?\" *She grinned and drank more beer, setting the empty tankard down.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'd hope so, otherwise I'd consider the militaries to have gotten weaker.\"*He joked in regards to her improved fighting skill. It was a compliment if any would ever come out of the Silnari. At her next question, he leaned back and considered it thoughtfully.*\"Technically co-mayor if I ever wanted the title.\"*He said with a chuckle.*\"But I'll leave the mayor role to my hunter, chef, tradesmen, mercenary, restaurant-owner, entrepreneur friend.\"*He said, dragging out each title to emphasize the ridiculousness of how many there were.*\"I think I just prefer Guildmaster.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Sivne called over another beer, looking back to Terrel.* \"Long list of titles. Who's this mercenary entrepenuer then? And what's this guild of yours about?\" *Once the beer arrived she got straight to drinking that too. She kept her hooves up and was clearly relaxed.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'd tell you his name if he didn't change it every week.\"*The Silnari said, unable to be bothered enough to tap into his memory of what to call the Kemono at this point.*\"As for the guild, in its current state, it's serving as protection for the town in its in as well as scouring the resources of the unclaimed land around it. With a lot of refugees that come to the town we're usually requested jobs that require traveling to Mentia to help relations with the war going on.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*It seemed to click as she immidiately figured out where they must be.* \"Is this town of yours that settlement on Lake Agan? I've heard a few people mention it. Mmh. I hope your guild is ready for the winter migrations.\" *She sipped her beer as a troubled look flashed across her face for the moment.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He raised an eyebrow towards her resposne, surprised that she's heard of it. Maybe word had spread much further than he'd thought, but after the events in Mentia, it shouldn't come as too much of surprise. At the mention of winter migrations, he let out a quiet chuckle.*\"Not the best time for traveling I'd say...\"*He would have continued to comment further if not for noticing the look Sivne was giving.*\"Something happen?\"*He asked her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh.. When winter rolls aroud some of the tribes out west migrate this way. They're not very civilised.\" *She sipped her beer, pondering for a moment.* \"You might get lucky and avoid it. Wouldn't count on it.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"We'll be fine.\"*He said in reassurance.*\"And if anything does happen, we at least got a warning for it now. Town's been growing quite a bit. Gotten a few more eyes to keep watch of the place and, while I'm out recruiting, been able to get a few more to assist with things. Nothing to worry of.\"*Though he did say that, it did occur to the Elf that he'd have to get back soon to notify Kibaru. The Kemonomimi had offer Terrel a chance to go out and leave the rest of the guild and town work to him, but Terrel questioned if it would be right of him to leave if said threat was bound to happen while he was gone.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh. Either make sure you have somewhere fortified to get the townsfolk safe, or pay them off. Unless you fancy your chances in a fight.\" *She smirked a bit, drinking more once again.* \"Odd place to stick a town though. Why there? Outside of that elf colony's borders mm?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"After surviving several fireballs to the body, one begins to wonder if they're just invincible.\"*He joked back to her at the thought of their chances in a fight.*\"It's an unclaimed land outside of the typical governmental control while still having a close trading port and access to an arcane gate.\"*He answered her.*\"Told my friend of it and he figured it a nice place to begin a new village. Besides it's both far enough from the warfare and furthest away from most that would typically want to kill us or turn us in as is. I won't say we don't get our mercenary work done without making a lot of enemies along the way.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh.. One way or another someone bigger than you is going to come knocking. So be careful.\" *She sat up a bit and shifted in her chair.* \"It's not a bad spot really, if you can keep it. A little isolated though.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If it continues growing, one may not know the difference at some point. We'll fight to keep that spot if it ever comes to it. But you're right, no matter what a higher power always has a chance of coming. We can only bide our time and prepare for it, but we have others to focus on right now. I think we're partially lucky that the majority of the main land is focused on the war right now. Keeps us out of the picture while still allowing us to be indirectly involved.\"*He looked back over to her.*\"Seems like you're planning on returning to the war once winter ends with what you said earlier. Guess you're going to keep fighting until the coin runs dry, hm?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I'm swimming in gold now. I got rich off of killing nobles and waylaying knights. Bah. My friends are off abroad, fighting elsewhere. In the meantime I plan on setting up a proper mercenary company, with a headquaters and everything. Mmh.. It's a better use of my time.\" *She sipped her beer some more.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He tilted his head back in thought.*\"You know you're one of the few mercenaries I encounter again that's actually gained enough wealth to start working on their own business. Makes me wonder what's become of all the others ones.\"*He thought about it for a moment, then refocused on Sivne.*\"You planning on setting up around here then or did you have another place in mind?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"This is home, and I prefer working with my own kind.\" *She seemed to ponder the question of the other mercenaries.* \"...Mmh. I've met a lot of mercenaries in Mentia. Killed most of them, bah. Mmm you ever met Sonja? Me and her've been running around killing everyone.\" *She itched the base of her horns. \"I'll try and get some land around here for a headquaters.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sonja...?\"*He questioned slowly, wondering if the name seemed familiar.*\"An Ursinoid right?\"*He had recalled meeting them at a tavern once. She had asked for Mercenary advise before eventually leaving to continue her own journey. So this is what she's been doing this whole time. He let out a laugh.*\"Sounds like you two been having fun.\"*Terrel said. Between them and him and Kibaru, the idea of just running rampant murdering everyone amused him.*\"Well maybe I'll have a chance to visit it whenever you're finished building it up.\"*He said afterwards.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Just a ferry ride down the river. Mmh, suprised you chose the spot right between the federation and that Silnarian colony. But visit anytime.\" *She continued to chug her beer.* \"So what's the plan with your little town anyway? Take in refugees and try to not get killed?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You know maybe you're better off heading there and asking that ally of mines. I'm just here to support a friends' lifelong dream of being able to run his own town.\"*He told her.*\"And, much like the guild, I'll help protect it for as long as he wants to keep the place growing. Better use of time, hm?\"*He said, smirking at her.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She gave a shrug.* \"Mmm. Each to their own.\" *And drank more beer.* \"You sound like you're retiring, just becoming some marshal of some frontier town.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You'd think retirement would involve doing a lot less work.\"*He joked.*\"I'm just helping out until the place can handle its own for the time being. Though when you've earned yourself plenty of coin, you find yourself doing things other than the typical mercenary work. Guess that leaves more time having fun with travels. Been a few places I've been looking to visit.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh.. I'd think if I had so much money I'd be using it more actively. Any places you've been meaning to visit?\" *She finished her tankard of beer, deciding not to order another one for the time being.* \"I've not actually gone too far, really.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"A lot of places actually. I've recently found a map at this Library in Mentia, shows a whole part of the mainland I haven't visited yet. Like Ruttenia to the far East and the states to the far south. I've been spending a lot of my time around the center of Ramul Ta, but plenty of places to explore outside of it.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Ruttenia? What's that?\" *She seemed to have no idea the place existed, pulling out her own map. It was a much smaller scale than Terrel's.* \"Never heard of it..\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Silnari merely chuckled.*\"You know, whenever you're finished building up that company of yours, you should take the time to just travel for a while.\"*He suggested.*\"Explore the world. I've heard many tend to leave home for the sake of wanderlust.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh. Perhaps. I'd rather stay focused. I have a goal in mind and I aim to see it through now.\" *She ordered over another drink for herself.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Just something to consider. Might be something you take an interest in.\"*He said, closing his eyes idly. It was interesting speaking with the beastkin after the time since their previous conversation. She seemed so focused on other things, it was a wonder of if the war has truly set her down a different path. That or the drinks were really getting to her. He grew amused at the thought. Perhaps it was worth revisiting the other mercenaries he had once crossed paths with to see just how far they've come.*\"At any rate, you're free to visit the town whenever you'd like.\"*He told her, sitting more up right as if he were getting ready to leave.*\"I should probably return back to warn the others of the migration.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh. Alright. Safe travels, been nice catching up.\" *She took her tankard and sipped it, giving a nod to him.* \"I'll stop by soon.\" *She let him leave, remaining sat down enjoying her drink.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel got up to go, taking a step to leave before stopping and glancing back at the beastkin. He reached into his pocket, taking out a few silver coins and placing it down next to her.*\"Last drink is on me.\"*He said before giving her casual two finger salute.*\"Enjoy yourself.\"*With that he turned and headed off down the road, figuring he'd make whatever progress he could before it got too late.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"So. What you up to there, bud?\" *The Kemonomimi asked after clearing his throat to no avail*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*A faint blue light flared up through the Oni's half-hidden horns. He quickly turned his head away from his work, half expecting it to be one of the people from the lodge. However, it looked to be some Kemonomimi that he had never come across before.*\"Not very wise announcing your presence to a mage you're sneaking up on wouldn't you think?\"*He questioned him, partially confused as to where the Kemono came from to begin with.*\"Who are you, anyways?\"*He asked in return, not answering Kibaru's question right away.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well you seemed so engrossed that if I did have malicious intentions, I would've easily pulled it off. The fact I had to speak up for you to notice my presence after I was standing here for over a minute is quite frankly concerning.\" *Kibaru shook his head at the though. True the kemono unintentionally snuck up to the busy oni, but he knew that even a normal person would easily have done the same without trying*\n\n\"Speaking of which. What is this... Umm...? I'm not to well versed in mechanical stuff. The most experience I have is seeing it moving in a few contraptions and a few... Unfriendly... Thingies\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker looked between the Kemonomimi and the construct. It's been a while since he's seen anyone interested in magitech. At least not since he had originally left Amongko. Granted he was hardly well-versed then either. He removed the gauntlet he was wearing from his hand, deciding to take a pause from his work for now.*\"Do you know about golems?\"*He asked the Kemonomimi.*\"Or Kuilei as... Your kind typically utilize as far I'm aware historically.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yes. I know of them. I've... Had the misfortune to encounter a few. Not so talkative and pretty violent in some cases\" *Kibaru answered with a nod as he inspected the gantlet as well*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*He regarded him for a moment.*\"Quite lucky you got the chance to see them in action. I've been having to work blindly for some time with them being a rare occurrence for me to witness. Fortunately, I've recently gained one as an ally so I now have something to work off of.\"*The Oni stood up and took a couple steps back from the construct.*\"I'm working on something similar, but attempting to make it more useful as a Mount with a different design and much larger in size. Decided to base it on these Draram creatures I've encountered recently.\"*He eventually answered, seeming rather proud of what looked to be a mesh of metal and earth. If the Draram image imprinted anything, it looked to be as if the construct was lying on its side, completely unmoving however.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well you've got a long way ahead of you from the looks of it. But at least you've goten a start in the project of yours... Can't say I've ever met any who are quite so facinated with these golems before now.\" *Kibaru look at the metal scattered about* \"The question is what do you need to get it to move\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"It's uncommon for someone to be, I've noticed.\"*He said in response, crossing his arms thusly.*\"Ever since I've left the east, I haven't really encountered any artificers. I'd hardly consider myself one originally, but I take my learnings seriously. The group I'm currently working with seems to find themselves in constant battles. I'd rather be prepared in any way beforehand.\"*He gazed back at the half-finished construct, answering the Kemonomimi's next question.*\"Mana. A lot of mana. I'll admit, it's very draining putting these constructs together, but once it's finished, it should have enough stored in it to be able to work on its own.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Hmm. Well i guess blue Oni are blessed with mana... Compared to their Red counterparts anyhow\" *Kibaru nodded with the idea. However it seemed Kibaru ha a little stronger mana than the oni. For the moment...*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Quite...\"*He said before looking back at Kibaru.*\"Kemonomimis are also well-versed in magic as far as I'm aware. You don't seem to be focused on the more artificer side of magic. Is there a different magic school you specialize in?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah. I've got an affinity for lightning magic\" *Kibaru demostrated by showing his hand and having faint lightning trace between his fingers* \"That an I've been dabbling in some wind magic... But we'll see how that goes\" *He said as he lowered his hand on the hilt of his katana* \"My magic isn't as refined, but I more or less use it while engaging in close quarter combat... I can still use it at a range however\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*He gave a quiet 'tsk' in response to the Kemonomimi's words.*\"A mage fighting in close quarters is bound to leave them dead if they don't know what they're doing.\"*He said to him, passing a glance down to Kibaru's katana. The Oni didn't seem like he was carrying any weaponry on him, but one can assume a mage is never fully disarmed outside of literal context.*\"You remind me more of those spell sword sorts...\"*Ryker turned away from him, as a blue light formed in his hand creating a small sheet of metal which he then added onto the construct in idly resuming his work.*\"I dabble in most schools when I can.\"*He said to him.*\"Frost and Air being a specialty of mines. And of course artifice.\"*The Oni said, summoning a few more sheets of metal before needing to take a break.*\"I used to focus on the more 'destructive' schools, but I've been drained of mana for quite some time now.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Drained of mana? What happened?\" *Kibaru asked as tilted his head slightly. WEondewring if this metal is permanet or have some time frame to them*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"I wish understood myself.\"*He answered.*\"Ever since the ambush back in Amongko, I had found it much harder to utilize my magic as I used to. It has gotten tiring to cast many spells at once. I've managed to gain back some of my old prowess. Slowly, but enough to know whatever is happening isn't completely permanent. It's part of the reason I've taken interest in artifice magic. I've learned that they are able to store mana in various ways as a sort of backup in the event that you run out. And can even utilize it to create constructs of war to aid them while limiting their need of constant magic use in combat.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Possible that it could be trauma. Or maybe it's just the mistress of magic being fickle again. I do know she isn't exactly the most reliable god out there\" *Kibaru shrugged at the thought of his magic changing and disappearing varies times*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah. The exploding part was more a joke. I would not recommend that. It's better to slowly work your way through a blockage\" *Kibaru said in agreement to the matter* \"That or actually go see a specialist that could just lift it\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*He raised an eyebrow at the Kemono's change of words, finding his agreement not as genuine to his understanding.*\"You don't know much about hexing do you...\"*The Oni commented before looking back at his work.*\"What brings a Kemonomimi all the way out here anyways?\"*The Oni asked.*\"You are native to Runra or... Dezabia aren't you? This land seems to be more tied to beastkin.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well... I'm pretty sure my accent suggests Salvainia. As that is where I was born and raised. As for why I'm here, well. I am a traveling merchant and a avid cook. My knowledge on magic isn't the best, yes. But I believe my knowledge on attack magic far surpasses your. That and I was ever left without magic, like I have, I'm pretty sure I'd still be a treat in combat\" *Kibaru's word didnt feel like it was targeting the oni, more just him being boastful and maybe a little too confident in his ow capabilities. Though, from his aura and many scars, the oni could tell there laid some truth behind his boastful words*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*The tired Oni regarded him for a while, allowing his gaze to pass between the Kemonomimi and his sword. It was obvious from Ryker's expression that he was quite doubtful of the wolf's capabilities.*\"Kemonomimi's are known as powerful casters.\"*He began.*\"Beside the Silnaris and of course Blue Adharci much like myself. If I were to guess, I'd say you limit yourself on your full potential in combat.\"*He said to him.*\"Although one of many talents, I've reason to believe you mastered few if any of them.\"*His words were quite blunt, and while he didn't doubt the Kemonomimi had some skillset in what he boasted on, the Oni had enough pride to consider himself superior to a half-caster.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru suddenly ruffled the oni's hair up* \"And oni are know to be honking brutes that eat raw meat straight from the bone.\" *Kibaru said with a heavy belly laugh* \"I might have more knowledge than I'm using. But too be honest. I dont much care for growing my magical capabilities. I think I like the thrill of a good old face to face swordplay more... Even if it's going to be the death of me. You only live once afterall... Though I'd rather not die... I have quite a few people quite depended on me\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*As the Kemonomimi had started ruffling up his hair, the Oni made a small circular motion with his finger, causing a faint image of a metal rod to appear and smack the hand of the Kemono with as much force as a real one. The Oni didn't even flinch from it. Instead he simply fixed up his hair.*\"You limit your capabilities in sword fighting as well by tampering with magic.\"*He said to him.*\"While some Ardharci are quite brutish in nature, fighting is one thing we are knowledgable of in one form or another. I doubt you travel for a history lesson though. You've hardly answered my original question since you've first arrived here.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Do I limit myself now... You sure it isnt you that limit yourself by not exploring the gains from both sides? It's like saying that I'm limiting myself when i decide to use pepper and salt in a dish.\" *Kibaru didnt seem to react to being slapped at all almost as if it never happened* \"What questionight that be?\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"I would limit my ability to cast spells more often if I were to focus my training on physical mana usage.\"*He said in thinking aloud.*\"But I'm not one to back away from experimenting. This project may be the closest I get for the time being. It is quite hungry for mana.\"*Ryker stood up and brushed himself off, seeming to have gain some energy back without his mana for the day. To answer Kibaru's question, he states simply:*\"Who you are exactly. Or am I to assume you are one that doesn't give that information away? I do not see Kemonomimis often, if at all. I'm unaware of their typical habits of socialization.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Kemonomimi are quite sociable... But I think you can tell I'm not the usual Kemonomimi.\" *Kibaru answered seemingly deflecting the question* \"And no. I don't typically share my name with every soul I meet. Maybe if we met again... Or traveled. But for now I dont know nor do I trust you. Not cause you didnt anything, but I'm just not that type if Kemono. So Okami would be fine for now\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"I hardly have anything to go off except for what I'm told, but Kemonomimis don't have the best history with Adharci to begin with.\"*He said to him.*\"I'll admit, I hardly understand the secrecy. The biggest threat I've seen since leaving home appear to just be organized brawls between two of opposing ideals. The ones in charge of them hardly seem interested in taking a life either. Granted causalities occur, though not at the rate I'm used to. Maybe it's simply a thing with beastkin...\"*He approached the dragon construct and when a wave of his hand, it became covered in a blue aura, shrinking down until it was just a small sphere of light in the palm of his hand, which he thusly pocketed.*\"This probably won't be up and running until tomorrow...\"*He uttered.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Maybe, maybe not. I guess you'll have to see about that when its tomorrow, huh. So what is an Oni doing in these parts anyhow?... An oni whose name I dont know.\" *Kibaru asked in return. Seeing as the oni had done the same\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"I wouldn't suppose you'd be looking to return tomorrow to see its full ability?\"*He questioned.*\"You seemed rather interested before.\"*The Oni paused at the question that followed, thinking his words over for a moment.*\"I've been searching for someone. A person of great importance that I'm not to return home without lest I prefer to face the consequence. It's been taking me longer than I could have hoped, so I've been forced to take on jobs to regain the coin that's been lost during the ambush to keep myself going. I've been working with one group in particular for a while now, but I see my time with them will soon run short as I return to my search again.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Now look who's not wanting to give his name\" *Kibaru shook his head at the slight joke* \"I don't think I'd mind comming back. That is if I still have the time\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Kibaru's words managed to get a chuckle out of the Oni as he realized his mistake.*\"Apologies. The question was quite indirect. I haven't been used to others asking my name or acknowledging it since traveling.\"*He explained. The Oni folded his hands behind him, saying simply:*\"I am Ryker.\"*A slight grin crossed his face as if he were proud of that statement alone, though it faded soon after in the Kemonomimi expressing his lack of time.*\"I suppose you are traveling for your own reasons. Merchant work, I assume from what you mentioned earlier.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah. And Plenty of it. I need to make sure my wares get where it's needs to go. And to make sure I have plenty of Materials for productions and what now\" *Kibaru said with a heavy sigh* \"It's a tiresome job... But I do quite enjoy it tho\" *He said with renewed energy and a smile on his face*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Do you typically sell weaponry or building material?\"*He asked the Kemonomimi, figuring he might as well ask while Kibaru was still around. While his construct was fully built, there was always the chance of needing more material if the initial tests didn't go according to plan. That alongside other future projects which he doubted he'd have the equipment for once he left the beastkin lands.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I do in fact do trade in building materials. Not so much weaponry. But I have plenty of metals, woods, foods and spices\" *Kibaru answered seemingly changing his demeanour. One would assume this is his merchant 'face'\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"If you do happen to return here tomorrow morning, I would be interested in purchasing some wood and metal for... Future works.\"*He said to him. Ryker gave a wave of his hand and soon enough all the material that was lying littered on the floor vanished in a blue puff of smoke.*\"It is much easier to work with physical material than having to create my own. Much more permanent as well. I've left my currency back at the lodge, but I should be able to return back with it by then.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Tommorow evening we can meet her again the. If the sun has set by an hour, then I'm not going to make it... If you want however there is a caravan with the name of 'Wondering pack' just ask around I'm sure someone will guide you there... But Jo guarentee you'll be talking to me though. It might be one of my employees\" *Kibaru added with a nod to the oni* \"Just tell me which you wana do\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*The Oni regarded him for a moment. Although he was bound to come in the morning anyways, he was sure he'd have enough time during the day to see if the Kemonomimi returned later on. It also gave him time to get a few tests in with the new summon before then. He was sure none will bat an eye if he disappeared for the day.*\"Tomorrow evening.\"*He said simply.*\"And if not then, I will ask around.\"*He said. Ryker turned to look back the way he had originally come, saying simply to the Kemonomimi:*\"I should head back soon, but I'll return by then.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Thing is. I'll be departing the day after tomorrow... So... Anyway. I am a traveling merchant and if we dont meet... You could always pay Sento a little visit. I'm the head chef there. The little town is ever growing\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Can't say I'm familiar with the place, but most locations beyond Amongko are unfamiliar to me.\"*He said in return.*\"I'll look out for it. If time serves during my other search maybe I will pay this place a visit. If anything of value comes from it...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*The sun had just made its way above the horizon not too long ago as Ryker trekked off from the lodge in search of some open land for him to perform tests with his new constructs. He didn't expect the Kemonomimi to show up given how busy they seemed, but that didn't dampen his mood. The blue Oni had been spending the past few days, trying out new artificer works, and now that they were done, he seemed quite pleased with the result. After crossing a few hills, Ryker had found himself out in the windy plains, seemingly alone for the time being. He reached into his pocket and removed a small trinket from it.*\"Alright, let's see how you'll fair out here...\"*He said.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "*The sound of stomping hooves and rolling wheels goes out through the land as cresting one of the nearby hills comes a cart as large as a small house pulled by two giant black stallions*" }, { "author": "Red Capped Powri", "message": "*At the front sit two small creatures red caps on their heads as they spot the man out in the open* \"**Oh oh there's one there's one!**\"" }, { "author": "Red Capped Dunter", "message": "*The other bumps the wood behind them* \"**Boss man we found someone hhhhh approaching soon.**\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*At first, Ryker had not taken notice of cart approaching, mostly being wrapped up in his own piece instead. It was only when he started hearing voices, did he turn to look with a mild sense of alertness. Ryker had never really seen much threat out in these open lands since leaving Amongko, but seeing such a display walking past made him wonder if this was one of the workers the Kemonomimi mentioned. He squinted at them past his glasses and pocketed his trinket for now in waiting for them to get closer before he'd speak.*\"Can I help you?\"*The Oni called out to them.*" }, { "author": "Red Capped Powri", "message": "*Begins to slow down as they finally get close enough before stopping all together* \"**Hhhh yes boss man wants us to keep a look out for people.**\"" }, { "author": "Red Capped Dunter", "message": "\"**Oh yes yes people to find though not hurt hhhhh no simply find them we must and know we have.**\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"That you did boys.\" *As one side of the carriage opens as Fictor comes out leaning under the door made a bit short for them before tilting their head over to the oni with a couple pops* \"Oh salutations.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*He looked between the two smaller creatures, then finally at Fictor as he exited the carriage. Their appearance was off putting to say the least, but only left the Oni to become more curious of it. He had only really seen beastkin and silnaris around for the most part, however, this was a change of pace.*\"Greetings...\"*Ryker said in return to them before adding on.*\"Might I ask for what reason you are seeking people?\"*He said his words slowly as if still gauging whether or not they're meant to be a threat despite the underlings suggesting otherwise. The Oni didn't appear to carry any weapons on him, but as his race would suggest, one could assume he didn't need to really.*\"I have not seen someone such as yourself out here before.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Ah yes well iv been looking for something in this region and unfortunately for me iv gotten a little lost as one could say.\" *Goes into their jacket as the pull out a flask sipping from it* \"You wouldn't happen to know where i am at the moment yes besides just the anushken area.\" *Puts the flask away* \"As for seeing one of myself well that certainly makes sense my kind arent exactly common anywhere and i myself am not like most of them.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Hm...\"*The Oni drew lost in thought. Eventually he decided to consider the man not so much a threat and thusly took his dragon trinket back out of his pocket to idly transfer some mana into it while he spoke. It would take a bit of mana to work anyways.*\"Just beyond Iskar. It's a small village out here. Although my knowledge of the land is quite limited as well. I've never thought I'd end up this far west...\"*He said in answer to Fictor's question.*\"What... Are you exactly, if I may ask?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Fictor", "message": "*Observes the object before shifting their head about the area around them* \"Ah well that's all good then I'm most certainly on track hmmmmmmm as for your question well that is simple I am what most call a fae or well what most who love to put categories and classifications to everything would call me. Though I think those people put a bit to much assumption on our related traits.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker stared at him with a perplexed expression. The last Fae he had met looked nothing similar to this one, granted he hardly knew of them until more recently. Were they always as vastly different as this man suggested?*\"A fae... You look much different than the fae I've seen.\"*Ryker commented directly before passing a glance to the two workers.*\"And what are... They exactly?\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Oh the boys well their fey as well just not as corporeal as yours truly on the day to day.\" *Turns head 150 degrees to look at them* \"Boys say hello.\"" }, { "author": "Red Capped Dunter", "message": "\"**Heheheh hello hello!**\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Their not exactly all corporeal in the head either hmmmmmmm as for the other fae you may have meet.\" *Turning back to the oni* \"Like I said we're not really like most our differences in look are more striking then most who think they know of us would believe though I'll admit I'm a bit more different then the rest that could be considered my kindred.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*He narrowed his eyes in thought, quite dumbfounded by the idea that all three of them were Fae, yet unlike to the rest.*\"In that case, what is it that makes you Fae?\"*He asked them, quite unable to comprehend how such differences could allow them to be classified under the same race.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Ah want a bit of a history lesson eh well to put something simply fae have two ways of being created which I also consider to be making them two separate types the second of them is well what most other peoples do to create another of their kind via procreation. The first though and the reason quite a few of us look different is well we just pop into existence so to speak.\"" }, { "author": "Red Capped Powri", "message": "\"**Here then not then here again**\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Hmmmmm indeed no rime or reason just pop and we exist as for what makes us the same welllllllll we are at our base more spiritual then physical our forms interconnected to the wilderness of the land. We can change our forms though only slightly our beings are more fluid then most hmmmmmm though not every fae is able to do it anymore.\" *Looks down for but a moment then back up*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"You just go from... Not existing to existing...\"*He repeated only to give a light shake of his head in realizing he had gotten so caught up in figuring this out that he had become distracted from his current task.*\"I suppose this is research for another time.\"*He eventually said.*\"I didn't come out here for such. Part of me was hoping to have an open, clear space for this new project. There's too many civilians back at the village... And enemies too I suppose from what I've learned from here.\"*Ryker shifted his attention away from the Fae for the moment, now focused on his little trinket once more.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Oh well i wont disturb you then a persons personal task is an important thing you know.\" *Simply slides backwards to their cart though stands there still and watching silently*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker watched as he backed away to his cart, eventually offering a small smile.*\"Not to worry much of. A Kemonomimi was meant to be accompanying me this morning, but it appears they may have been too busy for such. I don't mind the extra company.\"*Ryker walked away from Fictor and placed the dragon trinket on the ground. As he backed away, the small object grew surrounded in blue light and grew in size until it had ended up being much larger than the Oni. The now big drake-like creature appeared to be curled up on itself almost as if it were sleeping. Its entire body looked as if it were composed of metal with a faint color of blue coursing through it. Ryker returned back to his original spot and looked back at Fictor.*\"I am unfamiliar with a Fae's field of expertise, but are you much of a dabbler in magic?\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "*Watches with interest as the magical trinket is messed with and will actively take out a notepad and write a few things down as the drake creature appears watching it for a bit before their head snaps to the oni* \"Depends on the fae though most have some form of magic even if it's not as direct use as this.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Is your kind of Fae more renowned with it?\"*He asked giving Fictor a quick glance before reaching into his jacket pocket and taking out what looked to be a glove or gauntlet. He placed it on and made it illuminate in blue light before before averting his focus back to the Fae once more.*\"I wouldn't suppose you're familiar with spiritology, or summoning in its more common name?\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"For my type of Fae hmmmmmm well I can't blast a man with fire or something like that but I do have my own little tricks isn't that right?\" *As they look down at their own shadow and it nods in agreement* \"Indeed Oh summoning you say well yes actually I have quite a bit of knowledge in that particular sect.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker nodded to him, appearing satisfied by his answer and slight showing of magic. The shadow trick wasn't in any magic he had seen, but he was sure most small tricks were possible with the right knowledge.*\"Perfect, it would mean less explaining on my end then.\"*He said to the Fae.*\"I would like to introduce a new summon of mind.\"The Oni gestured to the 'sleeping' drake.*\"I've been working on it for quite some time to help allow it to utilize a bit of magic of its own. It is something used quite often in artificer magic. I'm not sure if it's the same for your side of spiritology.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "*Turns head as they look at the drake defiantly fascinated by such a thing.* \"Artifice is not my specialty for summoning no it's more like hmmmmmmmmm it's more like splitting myself or at least a part of myself oh so temporarily a bit of my memories, my skills, even a bit of my soul shaping a magical shell around it to give it shape and purpose.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker attempted to decipher the description, rubbing his chin in thought.*\"Is it similar to soul linking?\"*He decided to ask in trying to tie it to a magic form he did know. Surely most summons shared many of those traits with their summoners anyways, but the way he described it made it seem more unique to that.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Hmmmmmmmm kinda of I suppose though it's less I'm linking my soul and more I'm taking a piece out and giving it a different shape.\" *Moves long arm to head area* \"Honestly I'm not entirely sure how it works it's kinda like how I said some of us are born I don't really put a lot of thought into to do it, it just kinda happens when I need it to.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Hmph... You make it sound as if you just bring new life into existence with similar traits to yourself. Doppelgänger almost...\"*Ryker said.*\"You Fae are a strange sort.\"*The glove he was wearing started becoming lined with blue light, similar to that of the Drake.*\"That is no matter. All schools of magic have their own variations of it. Not many artificers create constructs like this. Let's see if it's able to interact accordingly.\"*He lowered each individual finger on his gloved hand, balling it up into a fist. At first the drake continued unmoving with only the flowing internal mana showing any signs of it being active. It didn't take long, however. With slight sound of creaking, the dragon shifted out of its sleeping form and rose up to its full height, about twice the size as the two. It turned its metallic head towards them, its lifeless eyes soon glowing with the blue mana that flowed through it as it made its way over to them slowly. Ryker grinned in satisfaction.*\"Ah... A long time of work finally coming together...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Drarams huh? I'll be sure to note that down for later never know when I could be useful.\" *Does observe the creature as well before turning back to the man* \"Personally I think they need a hat of some kind but besides that they look good hmmmmmmm now as for learning well the quality of your education certainly depends on what you got your learning from. Did you have a teacher or read books something?\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"A... Hat...?\"*He questioned as he finished his inspection.*\"What would be the advantage to that?\"*The Drake went to lie down on its stomach idly, appearing quite docile for the moment.*\"A teacher... Yes. I typically considered her my mentor, but it was more so in magic and mannerisms than anything. Most of my knowledge of the land beyond Amongko came from the books I've read. I do wonder of their inaccuracies at times.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Well number one he would look quite dapper. I mean what's the point of a big drake creation if everyone's just gonna think it's scary and run away. You put a hat on it and bam from scary to dapper. *Slides over the ground before taking out some paper and showing the drawing of a hat putting it in a way that it looks as if the drake has it on*" }, { "author": "Red Capped Powri", "message": "*Claps* \"**Oh oh very dapper.**\"" }, { "author": "Red Capped Dunter", "message": "*Same* \"**Indeed indeed!**\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "*Puts the paper away* \"As for your books well of course their inaccurate most books are written by what one to three people at most? Comparing that to the story written by the world it's quite a small view so I guess it's not their fault for being wrong.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker looks at the image with a face full of confusion.*\"But doesn't that go against the entire point of a Drake?\"*He asked.*\"Would that not make enemy lines take it less seriously?*Ryker walked up to the Drake's side and placed the gloved hand against it, a few runic images appeared on the drake which left Ryker looking between them in idle thought.*\"Books were the only way of me learning of anything out here. I had no reason to leave Amongko until more recently. It is quite disappointing that they aren't as helpful now.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Well if you only want to show it off to enemies sure I guess the current look works though if I had a big magic drake I would totally show that off to kids and in that case it would need a hat obviously. *Simply rolls the white of their red eyes as their limbs drag slightly into snow before lifting to a shrug* \"But I suppose you do you pal hmmmmmmmmmmmmm now for your disappointment well ya sucks that what you know isn't as good as what you thought but if you really are dedicated to knowing things it's better to be disappointed then to have some false idea of correctness.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"I'd say to compare one to the other in a sense of betterment is to suggest that either one could be seen as a positive thing.\"*He said to him upon dropping the hat conversation. The Oni questioned if the Fae was much of a fighter with his suggestions, but it wasn't his problem. It didn't seem anyone around here was really in his eyes. The Oni pressed his gloved hand against a few runes which caused the drake to raise back up to its feet in preparation. Ryker then proceeded the mount up on its back, slowly but surely, and found himself a comfortable seating place.*\"Let's test it out a bit.\"*He said, getting the drake to move forward a bit.*\"You coming along?\"*The Oni asked Fictor.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Well obviously that's partly what Iv been waiting for.\" *Turns to the two behind them* \"Boys keep the cart safe if anyone messes with you number one scare em off and if that doesn't work eh well bleed them.\"\n\n\"Ah excellent! Good luck boys.\" *Turns and goes walking up the side of it before getting to a sitting position on it*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Now I'm unsure of just how fast the runes will make it, but you should hold on tight regardless.\"*Ryker said once Fictor was in position. The Oni readied himself atop the Drake's back and, without further, warning, the metallic animal suddenly shot off forwards, picking up speed as it ran out across the field. Ryker tightened his grip on the mount with the wind beginning to pick up a bit, squinting past his glasses at the direction they were going in.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "*Their top half goes back as the drake moves through the air arms flail in the air behind them though neither the hat on their head bottom half on the drake budge* \"**HAH** Well this is certainly a view.\" *Turning to look at the clouds then to the ground* \"So you heading somewhere specific or are we just flaunting to the sky as much as one can.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*The Drake's wings soon deployed as it continued along on foot. It began hopping along the ground, trying to ascend only to land back on the ground again. Only a few bounces later, did it finally manage to get itself off the ground, its wings illuminating in a white light. It ascended rapidly, only leveling back out as it reached a decent altitude. Ryker relaxed his hold on the drake now with it going into a light cruise through the air.*\"I'd imagine you wouldn't want to leave your minions behind.\"*He said to him.*\"By my research air travel is much faster than on the ground. Is there somewhere you would like to go?\"*The Oni didn't take his eyes off his current task, it appearing like he was looking through various runic images in front of him.*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Indeed i dont wish to leave it to long though the boys are effective enough when needed. As for where well i'll be honest i dont really care im happy long as i got a good view.\" *They do look down at the land below them observing the transitioning scenery below them* \"I am intrigued how you managed this even if crafting magic isnt my strong suite i still know enough about summoning to realize this is a bit bigger then what most are capable of in one go.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*With Fictor not caring much as to where they go, Ryker decided to have them fly over the nearby village to at least give him a view of where he'd have to go if he wanted to reach civilization. Although it seemed he was making sure he didn't burn the construct out too fast.*\"You are correct. It was quite impossible for me to create this in one go. I required a lot of metal as far as material went and since I could only gather so much, I've been forced to generate my own using mana. It has been a terribly exhausting few weeks.\"*He said.*\"But now, I can finally catch a break from it with the construct finished. In all honestly it was nice to finally get to use my magic to its full potential, felt like ages since I've been able to.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Hmmmmmmm intriguing.\" *Does look at the village noting it down as then go on by* \"I can understand feeling a bit held back for a long while. Till recently it's been ages since Iv last done anything more then walk and sell things. My skills definitely suffered for it but Iv been turning back around for the better.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"You are a merchant as well?\"*He asked.*\"They appear to be common around here. Though, that is quite fortunate for my sake.\"*Eventually Ryker looked up from what he was working on as the runes vanished and the Drake continued flying to its own accord.*\"Getting into battles? Or simply testing the extent of your... Summoning abilities?\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Been a merchant nearly all my life it's a good way to learn a lot of things and see even more hmmmmmmm and for side work I usually do some investigations which do usually turn into battles which usually require some summoning so the answer to your questions would be yes.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"I could have used several merchants earlier. It might have saved me up on mana, but the time has past.\"*The Drake gradually began to turn back around in a wide arc, making for returning to the field they were previously in.*\"I'm hoping my work here will keep me going for some time. It reminds me somewhat of arena brawls in Amongko, but still much different. Battling is common, though it simply doesn't feel the same.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Eh was never one for arena's if I'll be honest though interesting to hear the perspectives on one.\" *Goes and without warning shifts body to be on the underside of a drake some unnatural force seeming to keep gravity from taking them* \"Your work is certainly impressive though what you intend to use it for is one point of my interest.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker fell silent for a moment as he recollected his previous memories of the arena brawls.*\"The arena fights are what Amongko is well known for outside of its warfare.\"*He said to him, not looking back to notice Fictor moving.*\"They were glorious. I've had my fair share of them. Held my own quite impressively, although most would frown upon magic use in the eyes of Red Oni. I even met my mentor there as well.\"*The Oni grinned in memory, but it eventually faded so that he didn't go on an entire tangent. He turned around and for a brief flash of confusion saw that Fictor wasn't atop the Drake anymore. It only took a quick look around to notice the tall shadow of a person at the Drake's belly to which, Ryker allowed himself to resume conversation and answer his partial question.*\"For the time being, to keep enemies at bay until I've earned enough to resume my original task. I am searching for someone and, with any luck, this simple project will be able to help with that as well.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Oooooooooh ok intriguing. Who could you be looking for? A lost love, missing family, secret child oh oh maybe one that betrayed you long ago? So many options and their all so powerful for a tale.\" *Looking up at the oni from the bottom of the draconic creature*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"My current story is unfortunately not as intriguing as that. Or so I've been told.\"*The Oni said with a light shrug of his shoulders to himself.*\"I'm searching for my lord's son.\"*He answered simply.*\"I was meant to be watching over them while we were traveling alongside a few others, but the entire group had gotten separated.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Oh really and what does this lords son look like? Maybe Iv seen them about hmmmmmmmm.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"He is a red Oni, though not of the average appearance of one.\"*He began, reimagining of the image of the lost noble with how long it's been since they last saw them.*\"Paler skin with dark hair and eyes. White horns. He can be quite hard to miss at times with his personality. Likes to... Make his presence known to say the least...\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Hmmmmmmmmmm I may have seen someone like that though it was a very long time ago probably longer then would be useful to you.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"It's been several months since I've last seen the others...\"*He said, partially lost in thought. Focusing back on Fictor, he eventually said:*\"Any guidance would be appreciated. I'll have to leave this place soon enough, but... I'd rather not have to continue wandering from country to country with little sense of direction.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Eh if that's the case the last time I saw a red oni with pale skin I was in salvanian can not recall where though hmmmmmmm.\" *As they hang their arms swinging like a pendulum back and forth*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker stared at him for a while then slowly brought a hand to his face in the lightest facepalm. He was going to have to travel all the way back across the continent again. Regardless, it was a lead. Hopefully a good enough one to actually get on track.*\"Thank you.\"*He told him simply. Ryker looked as if he was going to say more, but the Drake had suddenly let out a loud metallic screech. Its wings were flapping slower and slower and soon it began to gradually descend back towards the ground.*\"Looks like that's all the mana they have for now. We should get back to the field.\"*He redirected the drake, bringing it into a quick loop around so that it can descend back towards where they were originally.*\"I feel that this search may become futile. Maybe it'll be worth consulting a certain other if this trip to salvainia proves to be fruitless...\"*He said as the drake continued to fly downwards.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Oh ya ya happy to help a story along its way hmmmmmmmm as for futility well I can't tell you anything for sure but i often find that people are closer to the end then they ever realize for better or worse. In any case I wish you luck in your journey and safety since you truly never do know what you may come across.\" *With that will simply wait till their above the cart and just pop off the drake though instead of plummeting they just seem to slowly go down like a rock just heavy enough to gently sink into the water*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker doubted his words were any more than just a simple saying, but he nodded along regardless. He brought his Drake to land near the cart where it originally was. It was fortunate they landed soon as, upon Ryker taking the time to dismount, the drake had vanished in a puff of mana back into its trinket form. The Oni pocketed the small item and looked back to Fictor who had hopped off earlier.*\"I wish you luck on your travels. I will most likely be finishing up with my summon here, but if you would like you may head down to the village now.\"" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "\"Oh of course and thanks again for the directions.\" *Simply swivels on themselves turning the to cart at the other two where still guarding it* \"Come on boys I know where we're heading now mount up and let's get on out of here.\"" }, { "author": "Red Capped Powri", "message": "*Salute before going to the front of the chart*" }, { "author": "Fictor", "message": "*Looks over to the oni before departing* \"Twas fascinating to meet you sir. The tale you told was one of the better ones Iv heard in awhile.\" *Goes to the door bottom half going into the cart while the top lags behind as they talk* \"Till we meet again If ever.\" *As they go in the door closes and the cart goes to move on*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker didn't respond to his words, but there was a noticeable grin that appeared on his face at the compliment. The Oni turned away as the cart headed off and began to gather his supplies together to make sure he had everything set for some finishing touches. He may not be anywhere near the nobleman he was searching for, but maybe there were some other joys that came with that fact.*" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka Feest sat a bit back on the wagon seat, his strange eyes fixed on Terrel. There was an odd laugh under the breath, but coming from him it was more akin to a rustling of dead leaves, or grating branches. He glanced back to his packed wagon, leaning on one arm on the top of the seat and gesturing to his assortment of pots, pans and ingredients._ \"Yes, yes perhaps the weather or something of the like...\"\n\n\"Touched it up, here and there. Tried many different flavors. Trying to make it... Better. One time I used a thickened cream of cow's milk, to thicken the soup and give it a sweeter taste... It was strange. Needs something else\" _he added, turning back to Terrel with a shrug._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"What about your other dishes then?\"*The Silnari questioned.*\"Been trying to improve them as well I assume?\"*Terrel paused to think on it for a moment with the Qua talking about becoming a classed chef.*\"You know, if you are looking to become a high end chef, I may know someone who wouldn't mind assisting in such.\"" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka had to think on that for a moment. Krikka had mostly been working with vegetables and herbs. Soups. Bit lately, he had touched up with other kinds._\n\n\"Well... An insect kebab comes to mind. Flavourful bugs, a mix of flavours that one. A favorite of mine. And there's the ungulate stew. With few vegetables thrown into the mix\" _the Qua said in response, considering the recipes he had been trialling.\n\nHe leaned forward, curiosity captivating his gaze._ \"Do tell, do tell. Who would be able to assist?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I think I'll pass on those ones..\"*He said idly at the few new dishes Krikka had come up with. Terrel's wolf soon came to join him and began sniffing around the Qua for the time being.*\"A Kemonomimi who's been doing well in the restaurant business as far as I've seen.\"*Terrel said to answer his question.*\"He likes to travel, but I know where he typically goes to settle between ventures.\"" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka nodded, and if his face was anything to go by with the movement of his mandibles, it seemed he tried to smile. Unsuccessfully. His eyes settled on the wolf for a moment, chittering to himself quietly as he listened.\n\nA travelling Kemonomimi who was in the restaraunt business? Krikka let a shrill sound of glee. Or excitement._\n\n\"Where and when may a meeting be scheduled?! Most eager to meet him, if he can surely guide to greater business opportunities!\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*This was one of the few moments where Terrel's face reading abilities didn't seem to be much help. He could assume that the man was excited enough by his words, which was all the Elf had to go off of really. Terrel turned directions and pointed off towards a distant mountain range.*\"Just past those mountains is a newly settled village. The Kemonomimi monitors things going on there when he isn't working on his restaurant. I plan on returning back soon enough once I'm done setting out flyers here if you want to travel back with me.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka turned his gaze to the mountains that Terrel had pointed towards. A village over the mountains, that would be quite a trail to follow. Krikka would have to ask around later for what trail may benefit him most. But for now, his beast of burden needed rest. As did he. An inn would do. At least, that was the plan in mind until Terrel offered to lead the way through the mountains after his current tasking._\n\n\"Would be most thankful and delighted to travel with you! Need a quick rest for my beast, and quench the thirst. Then I shall be set!\" _Which certainly should not take too long._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'll probably stick around here for a couple more days before heading back.\"*He told the Qua.*\"But we can meet back up here around the same time to set off.\"" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka made another nod to Terrel, a couple more days indeed gave time to rest. Krikka was at least grateful for the fact. The Qua leaned forth, extended a chitenous hand, fingers pointed out for a shake._ \"Then it is a done deal! We shall meet in the market in two or three days time. If you are not here on the second day, then try again on the third. And we shall set off!\" _A venture lied ahead. And it was one that Krikka Feest was somewhat excited for at this point._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He gave a very light handshake to the bug, moving his hand away soon after and picking up his wolf companion.*\"I'll see you then. Expecting new delicacies throughout the trip.\"*He said as a half joke before turning and heading off.*" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka had made sure to rest up and take account of all of his stock aboard his wagon, among also purchasing new stock of ingredients to use along his next travels. \n\nHe brought the wagon to a halt in the market. Two days it had been since their last meeting, and Krikka made sure to be on time, keeping an eye out while looking all around._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*While Krikka made sure to be punctual for the meet up, Terrel had taken his time to return back. He was accompanied by a horse who was pulling along a cart of goods that the wolf was laying curled up on top of. Terrel spotted Krikka waiting and waved to him before approaching.*\"Ready to set out?\"*He asked the insectoid.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka spied a cart coming his way after a short wait. There was Terrel with his own goods, and the wolf resting upon its hoard. Krikka gave another one of those excited chirpings._\n\n\"Yes! Most ready indeed to set upon this new road! Lead the way, Terrel.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With a nod Terrel mounted up on the horse and got it to change course as he headed towards the outskirts of town.*\"This way.\"*He said to Krikka.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka whipped at the reigns of his beast of burden, driving it on forth to follow Terrel. The Qua was looking forward to this, this whole venture. What it would bring for his future. And it would truly be a great future, in his perspective, he may even achieve his dream._" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_The Qua seemed disappointed for just a moment. Then elated. His body language passed it across as best one could judge with a Qua and the noises he made from his mandibles. So tomorrow they could meet with this friend, and he could get on the right path for his dream. Of course, Krikka hadn't quite realized that he was looking too far ahead for the current matter. Way too far ahead._\n\n\"Thank you for this, what are they like? Is a gift required? Perhaps a meal made in their honor?\" _The Qua asked Terrel, already thinking up which recipes to give a try for them. Perhaps a stew._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel thought the questions over for a moment.*\"In a word... Very strange...\"*He said to answer them.*\"You can try giving them a gift, though they can be quite blunt and often say the first thing that comes to their mind. Don't be surprised if it isn't positive.\"*As Terrel's horse and wolf finally got their fill, the Elf helped them get set up in the cart again so that they can make the final stretch towards the village.*\"I'll be there with you, I know him well enough. And I know he has been quite busy in the town lately. Assume his patience to be short.\"" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka pondered on that. Strange. Blunt. He kept that in mind, it would surely be an experience. Krikka continued to think if he should give a gift or not, weighing it over and over in his head. Taking notice of Terrel beginning to set up for travel again to the village, Krikka got to doing the same with his beast and wagon. Settling into the drivers seat, he nodded to Terrel to lead on._ \"Will do the absolute best to keep it short and to the point! As best as one can.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel eventually led the Qua into the village, all the way to where an inn tavern was before eventually coming to a stop. He could notice a few people walking about. A lot were beastkin, some were elves and Macen and others of the like that all looked to be going about their own day.*\"There's a stable just a block down if you want a place to give your animal a rest.\"*Terrel told him before gesturing to the tavern.*\"You can rest at the inn here for now or take the time to explore the village until tomorrow. I'll return in the morning once I get stuff settled in here.\"" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_The Qua's wagon followed along closely enough to keep at pace with Terrel's ride. He glanced about at all those near, walking about the village. Elves, beastkin, Macen. No Qua he could find, at least not yet. But they were more rare to see out and about aside the more common folk. He urged the beast on, nodding to each place that Terrel pointed out. The stable would be good to keep his beast of burden, and the tavern would be nice for a quick meal, rest and perhaps any other kind of beverage._\n\n\"Of course! Shall await your return on the morning, soon after the sun rise\" _he said ahead to Terrel, leaning back in his seat._ \"Will rest at the inn. Has been a long travel, earned some good rest.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave a nod then took his horse's reins and began to lead the Mount off.*\"See you then.\"*The Silnari said as he eventually disappeared into the crowd.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka pulled off a stop at the stable first, storing his beast and setting his wagon up next to the stable, just out of the way and after ensuring it was all locked up well enough and secure he went on his way to the inn. Qua put forth a suitable amount for the nights stay, eagerly awaiting the following day._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The sun was barely starting to arrive the next morning as Terrel made his way back to the inn and waited for the Qua. He was without his animal companions this time around and it seemed like the rest of the village had yet to wake up this early into the morning. By now the weather was starting to get cold enough to see his breath in the air and even if it wasn't so early, fewer people lingered out outside for too long.*" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka was finding it really, really hard to even be disappointed. Once he had thoroughly checked his wagon for any sign of tampering or theft from small critters, he nodded to himself then turned to follow Terrel soon as he was ready._ \"One of many?! He has a chain? How many? How successful? What is their highest quality of dish?\" _The questions all seemed too quick, too excited. He reigned himself in finally._ \"Thank you. For this.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel simply listened to him asking question after question and just continued walking on instead so that he could lead them to the restaurant. When the Qua was finally done and expressed his gratitude, the Silnari casually said:*\"No problem.\"*He lead Krikka to one of the buildings in the village, assumingely the restaurant they were going to be meeting at. It stood larger than most around it, setting it apart from the regular shops in the area. With how early it was, it didn't seem like much of anyone else was around, but Terrel preferred it. He stopped just at entrance and eventually said:*\"We will wait here.\"" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka kept to his silence from then on, simply following Terrel across the village roads to their destination. There it was, once they arrived. Without speaking, Krikka observed every part of the outside. What drew in customers, what style of the building it was. Any signs outside, menus. Anything that gave an edge._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel kept silent for the moment as well before knocking against the door and waiting for the Kemonomimi to answer.*\"You got customers.\"*He yelled out as a joke to him.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The restaurant was still closed in the early morning. But from the row standing outside and the sounds of clanking and clicking from dishes and pots, they were going to open soon enough. The menu that was outside showed a special on any egg dish*\n\n*It took a bit, but the Kemonomimi came outside with a bit of a from. Staring at Terrel.* \"You can see the row, right.\"\n\n*The Kemonomimu was wearing a Chef's hat and white cook's top that was open, exposing his chest to the elements. His blanks reaching his ankles where it was slightly torn, but it seemed more fashion then him being rough. His tails were drooping behind him, each covered in nets, but the exact number was a little hard to count without trying*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel glanced towards the row, then back at the Kemonomimi.*\"I'll admit to being mildly blind with this mask on.\"*The Silnari said casually before gesturing towards the Qua that was accompanying him.*\"Got someone who wanted to meet you. They're a big fan, really.\"*Terrel added, overselling it a little.*" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka quietened up, staring blankly just for a moment as he registered it all. That... That was not at all what he expected to learn from Britz' experience. A vampire. Was that who taught him, or just the start of this rabbit hole? He needed to know, glancing to Terrel._\n\n\"An interview... An interview?! Learn under you, work, yes! Can wait till the afternoon for one, certainly!\" _Perhaps he jumped the gun. Just ever so slightly._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Alright, alright. Let's let the man cook.\"*The Silnari said, ushering the Qua away as if acting like security for the Kemonomimi. Turning back to Kibaru, he said:*\"We'll see you this afternoon.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru nodded* \"We can do it after work. You are more than welcome to try the dishes if you want. Just be a calm down. Don't freak out the customers.\" *Kibaru nodded to them* \"You are more than welcome to tour the rest of the village whenever you want. Just don't cause problems. Kay\"" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka already wanted to see more. He wanted to watch them work in the kitchens, observe, take notes! To Terrel's heed, however he did relent and started away._\n\n\"Thank you, thank you for meeting us! Thank you!\" _he called over as he started to set off._ \"And thank you, for getting me here\" _he added to Terrel._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yeah, don't mention it.\"*The Silnari said once they had left the Kemonomimi behind.*\"I might start realizing how out of my way I'm going here.\"*The Silnari lead Krikka towards the back of the line, where he waited idly with a slight expression of boredom. He supposed they might as well dine in to waste some time.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka made a form of curious chitter as to what he meant by that, while following along. The curious thought left soon as he realized they were going into the line._\n\n\"You must tell of what you have been up to since last we met. And the story of how you and he met! I am certain it is a brilliant tale.\" _Krikka just seemed all excited to even be here._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He gave an amused snort.*\"A lot more than what can probably be told in one sitting.\"*The Silnari said.*\"I'll tell you a little bit about it whenever we sit down.\"*Sure enough from there the Silnari waited until the line had finally shortened enough for it to be their turn to get a table inside. He decided to tell the Qua about his travels to the different corners of the map. How he had stumbled upon the Kemonomimi a few times in random encounter before the two had decided to travel together for a while and even gathered a few other mercenary Allies only for them to be the last two to stick together this long. He decided to leave out the story of the burning restaurant for Kibaru to tell later and instead skipped on to their trip to Runra which had led to Terrel agreeing to help the Kemonomimi out with a dream he had with running their own village which one could probably tie to the town here. Terrel briefly brought up his hand in town matters with most of his focus being on the local guild around here which was practically where he was finishing up after all the time that has passed.*" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka was so much more fascinated by the Kemonomini by the second it seemed. And yet, also felt it was becoming more daunting to even consider learning from him. He was a big name here. And no doubt other places, Krikka had not considered that! He felt in awe._\n\n\"He... Sounds amazing. Dedicated. Surreal!\" _Krikka was steadfast on his goal. He had to learn from him, as much as he would be allowed to learn. Krikka had not even tried his beverages yet. They'd no doubt go cold by the end of the conversing._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"That's one way to put it, though I'd consider it ambitious.\"*The Silnari said, as he idly watched the restaurant continue to empty with it drawing near the end of the day.*\"I'm sure he'll have plenty of stories to tell whenever he gets done here. You may even find good opportunity while you're here.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*And after a bit Kibaru came out of the restaurant with his eyes sunken in. He clearly seemed quite tire. But with a sip of his coffee, the homer of his soul showed.*\n\n*Even after working so much, he seemed somewhat happy with the days work. After seeing Terrel with the Qua, he took in a long sigh before shaking his head and putting on a smile* \"Yo. Come back at just the right time\" *Kibaru said giving them a slight wave as he approaches* \"We just finished up and it was... Quite a busy day\"" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Ambitious. That felt a stronger word to put it as for certain. He mulled it all over in his head, thinking how he was going to address Kibaru upon his return. He certainly wanted to hear these stories he had to tell.\n\nAnd speaking of, he arrived once the work day had been completed. Krikka excitedly waved a hand._ \"Looked busy! Very busy, handled it all well. All satisfied customers, sure of that\" _he said in return, his mood already jumping up a level._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Just another day at work isn't it?\"*The Silnari joked as he gestured to the empty chair for Kibaru to sit in.*\"Shall we speak here or did you have another place in mind?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I guess you can say that\" *Kibaru regarded Krikka first*\n\n\"Nah. We can talk here. I don't have allot left to do\" *Kibaru said as he sat down with a smile. Sipping his hot coffee with a face full of delight* \"Right. So what did you want to discuss\"" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka pondered over that, it was still quite the offer. An immense offer, in fact! At least, to Krikka it was. Would mean less travelling, and perhaps he could bring in all his utensils. Set up an extension outside with the wagon perhaps! No, that was too forward thinking._\n\n\"Accepted! Krikka accepts\" _he said, without even hearing any further terms._" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"That was a little fast my man... I do get a say in who I want to hire, but it's up to my assistant to give you the contract. I've already talked about it, you just need to READ THE CONTRACT THOROUGHLY\" *Kibaru made sure to state that clearly.* \"I've set up other business out and about. If you do good here and you are responsible, we can see about having you go there to learn more.\" *Kibaru understood the desire for new knowledge, but wanted to be care*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka paused, meeting Kibaru's gaze as he listened. Krikka was perhaps too quick for this, indeed, he wanted in. He wanted success in his dream. And this was taking the right step! Surely! He was so focused on only that.\n\nThat the insect man had skipped over the fact that Kibaru held the cards here, that he had final say. Krikka only nodded, settling into a more relaxed pose._ \"Read thoroughly... Read thoroughly, yes.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka only took one thing into account; the dream he had since he first left home. And truly, he was lacking in a full understanding of large responsibilities. He knew how to cook, that was all he wanted to do. And the offer was one he jumped all too eagerly towards.\n\nIt wasn't until Kibaru once again had to set him straight did he quiet down again._ \"Back door, before opening hours\" _he repeated back to himself._ \"Will be there, promise you. Won't mess this up.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru gave a long sigh. He was willing to take a gamble and let this eager bug actually learn and grow. Even if the eager recruit didn't stay, Kibatu wanted to help nurture his desire for growth*\n\n*He waved to the bug as he walked off*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*After the two had their interview, Terrel looked back towards the Qua.*\"We should head back to the inn. Looks like you got a lot of work to do tomorrow.\"*He said to him as he stood up and began heading off, gesturing for Krikka to follow.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka was unsure in the moment if it had gone well. The bug stoof and followed along behind Terrel, offering a wave in return to Kibaru. Then, he turned his attention right back to Terrel._ \"Did Krikka do well? Not too much?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Too much? Probably, but it did manage to potentially get you a job here tomorrow, so I'd consider that a win regardless.\"*Terrel told him bluntly as they exited the restaurant.*\"Just don't take this opportunity for granted. He's willing to give you a chance, but doesn't mean this chance will be up in the air forever.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan, on his travel to Mentia to participate in the civil war, would take a sea route, sailing downriver to the republic of Kadho, and then taking a boat upriver before continuing north by land.* \n\n*On his way there, he took on a mission to hunt down bandits, and ended up alone in the forest, looking at a suspicious looking treehouse. It doesn't look like a bandit's dwelling, however.*\n\n*The elf squinted his eyes, taking in a deep breath as he prepared to confront the inhabitant, or flee.* \n\n\"Hello!\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*Upon hearing the sound from outside Wenwyn would grab her bow and head to one of the windows, looking out and down to the other elf.* \"Who are you?\" *She called out, bow in hand, though without an arrow nocked.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf examined the figure in front of him, and lowered his bow,*\"Sirdan Sirali! On the lookout for a group of Macen bandits! You don't look like one!\" *He shouted back at her.*" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"I haven't seen any Macen since I got here. Did you want to come up?\" *She offered as she put her bow away, leaning slightly out the window to look around.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"...Hmph. Mother told me not to take a stranger's offer in the forest. But I'll take it.\" *He holstered his bow by his side, and then double checked his gear - and sword and dagger, before coming over to the treehouse, climbing up, keeping alert all the time.* \n\n*Must be one of the wood elf that have strayed into this land. Still, best to be wary.*" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She moved to the doorway, which didn't have a door, and lowered the ladder so it was within reach. By the time he climbed up she was sitting on a hamock in the small room. It was very sparse, with basically nothing beyond her weapons, tools and some food.* \"Hunting for Macen bandits? I haven't heard or seen any locals in this country yet. I'm Wenwyn, and you?\" *She asked as she was sorting out her hair.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Sirdan Sirali - I am from the south, an Kirig elf from the steppe. The Silnarian call us Fricharii... You speak fluent Silnarian.\" *Sirdan said, examining the figure in front of him. The house was small, with only a hammock. Maybe a hunter? He don't see any sign of cooking either.* \n\n\"A simple dwelling. I was told that the Macen bandits were hidden in this forest somewhere, and were deserters from Upper Mentia preying on the locals.\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"I don't know much about the politics here. Macen don't interest me. So what brings you from the steppes to here? It's far from home, isn't it?\" *She asked as she moved to lay in her hammock, facing him, her arms behind her head.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf found the position awkward, and tried to find a place to sit down,*\"Indeed. I went to Salvainia in search of opportunity. But that is a land of peace, and opportunity ran dry, so I came here seeking employment in the battlefield - I'm a warrior myself. One who wield sword and spells. And you? I don't see many Ombuian dwelling outside of their forest. In fact, you're probably the third or fourth I've seen in my entire life.\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She let out a quiet hum as he mentioned that.* \"I'd rather be home right now, but that won't happen any time soon. I'm.. Well, many things. I'm good with my bow and spear. I'm just here surviving, really.\" *She noticed he had nowhere to sit and shuffled up a bit on the hammock, just enough space for him to sit by her feet.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmph. Just surviving? You alone in the forest? Thought of going out for adventure?\" *The elf walked over to the hammock, and then sat next to her. It was awkwardly close. He wondered if this is an appropriate position,*\"I'm looking for someone to travel with to Mentia myself.\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She put her legs over his lap and crossed them as she relaxed. She seemed pretty easy going, even if he was a stranfer to her.* \"I think putting some distance between me and here would be a good idea, probably. I should probably be as far away from home as possible.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Wh-\" *The elf blinked in shock as Wenwyn crossed his legs over HIS lap, which was quite possibly the most bold move anyone has made on him,*\"You're the first one I've heard of longing for home but putting distance between yourself and them. What happened?\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"Nothing good.\" *She huffed, looking away for a moment.* \"I'm not exactly safe there anymore, I'm in exile. Don't worry, I didn't do anything wrong- Just- Association.\" *She sighed a little and relaxed.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Well. In that case, I have a need of capable warrior to join my group.\" *He looked around the house,*\"Any problem abandoning your residence to follow a stranger that intruded into your house?\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"Well. In that case, I have a need of capable warrior to join my group.\" *He looked around the house,*\"Any problem abandoning your residence to follow a stranger that intruded into your house?\"\n\n\"This place? I just kinda- Found it. I did a little work to it. The hammock is mine.\" *She flicked the side of the hammock.* \"I'll join you, why not. I don't have anything to lose.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Welcome to the team then.\" *He would beckon for Wenwyn to pack up her belongings,*\"Shall I wait or help you out with packing your belongings? We'll go to the nearest town - crash at an inn and rest for the day. I'll pay for your expenses until we earn our first bucket of gold - sounds fair to you?\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"There's not much to pack.\" *She stood up, geared up and took the hammock down after he got up.* \"That's all fine by me, i'll just follow your lead.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf would climb down the tree house, waiting for her to come after him. Once she is there, he would start walking leisurely along the main road into the depth of the forest, leading her out toward the nearest town.* \n\n\"If I wanted to travel fast - I'd turn into a horse, but that is not an appropriate form to have a conversation with. Say, tell me more about your homeland - I've heard that it is a land of strange people and stranger fruits and food. I'd like to know more\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She'd raise a brow as they walked and talked.* \"I mean... I've never left until now. I don't really know what to compare it with. I've only met a few foreigners before and most were teachers.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Perhaps you'll know more when you come to another land. You can tell me all about the food and the customs. What you say hello with, what you say goodbye with... The customs of your people, you know.\" \n\n*After two hours of walk, the two would arrive at the nearest town after passing by three villages - a town of some four thousand people. The town was unfortified, but was a bustling market town of some sort.* \n\n\"Apology, I didn't expect to pick someone up today.\" *He would lead her to a pretty normal town inn, with decent, homely food, and then sat down at the table,*\"Say, Wenwyn, are you hungry?\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She'd spend the walk talking all about her homeland, teaching him a few words and customs. From the conversation he might pick up on that she was definately from the upper class. She'd look ever so slightly anxious when walking into the city, sticking close to him. Once in the inn she spoke.* \"Erhm. Yes, i'm hungry.\" *She nodded, she was definately cautious about this place.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He would listen to her and talk about the customs of his homeland. Roasting a lamb whole, *Boiling* Meat instead of roasting them, which was quite wondrous... If not undelicious. Although he says his tribe has repudiated that practice after trading with other people, and Sirdan himself really like Salvainian cuisine,*\"Let's try out some local food - do you have any dietary restrictions? Or you eat anything that walk on four legs as the Runran say?\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"There's nothing i wouldn't try. I just hope these macen know how to make a proper meal.\" *She said, a little unsure that they could. She crossed her arms and stood next to him.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Mmm. Let's try something traditional.\" *Sirdan looked at the menu and salivated. It was in local Mentian, but luckily for him, he knew the local language well, having picked it up on his travel.* \n\n\"Let's have the breakfast menu of potato pancake with egg, and for the main dish, we'll have spatzle together with pork knuckles. And some good old local wheat beer. How does that sound?\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She raised a brow as he suggested what to eat.* \"Potato.. **Pancake?**\" *She muttered something under her breath in Ombuian, shaking her head.* \"I'll try it at least.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Potato pancake, yes. They smash the potatoes and then fry them on a pan.\" Sirdan explained the dish to his best ability. After a few minutes, the wheat beer would arrive, served in large, generous glass mugs, followed by the freshly fried potato pancake, browned on both side, alongside some egg." }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She sat down and took a sip of the beer. It was clear by the look on her face that the taste was unfamiliar. She persisted nevertheless. She timidly chewed her food to start with but ate faster as she became more familiar with it.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Despite possibly being the bigger water, the steppe elf enjoyed his food at a slower pace. He finished a minute after her, leaving a half full mug of beer in his side of the table. He took a swig from it, and then looked at her empty plate*\n\n\"Like the food? Good thing there's more coming.\"\n\n*The waiter would come in with the main dish - a large Mentian pork knuckles, flavored with black pepper and salt, marinated for a few days beforehand with flavor soaked throughout the meat, with the knuckle cooked till the tendon melted in one's mouth. Served together with it was a generous helping of egg noodles.*" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"It's... Unique. I think I prefer Ombu food.\" *Though as she saw that pork was on the way she inhaled and sniffed in before chowing down on the pork. She definately enjoyed that. She was a little cautious about the noodles and wasn't sure what to think about it.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"We'll have plenty of time to find out what food you like. The food up north - I heard they're even better, and we'll definitely stop by some large cities. Perhaps the wine up north would be more to your taste. Do you drink a lot?* \n\n*The elf took the pork knuckle and started slicing pieces of meat off, mixing it in with the noodles and chewing on the food. The noodles was quite ordinary - bouncy, and subtly flavored, but nothing out of the norm.*" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She let out a hum, contemplating if she actually did.* \"I drink.. Well, i used to drink seagrir beer. I've tasted wine once, a merchant offered some to my family.\" *She'd continue to eat!*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*This time, Sirdan finished his side of the meal quicker, gobbling down the remaining food - he clearly found the food more enjoyable than the one he had earlier.* \"So, tell me, how proficient are you at combat? I'm a Spellblade - proficient with magic and sword. And you? It looked like you have a bow of your own, an archer, can you fight in melee too?\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"I've killed Goblins, if that's what you're asking. I trained a lot with my household knights and rangers.\" *She gave away definitavely that she was a noble of some kind, though it didn't cross her mind what she just revealed.* \"I use my longbow and my spear.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Then you are a good fighter. I wonder, if we are a match for eachother? Are you stronger than I am, or am I stronger than you are? That is something we must figure out. Say, after we wake up in the morning, we should go to a local training field, rent it, and test our strength against local summons... Well, there's only one summoner in town, but I am sure we can enlist their service, how about that?\" *Sirdan took note she is a noble of some sort, but it was nothing of note to him. Plenty of nobles.*" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"..I guess we can. Sure. Why not.\" *She raised a brow but decided to go with it. She knew she wasn't great, but, might as well give it a try.* \"Well. Shall we order rooms?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Sure thing.\" *Sirdan would go over to the innkeeper,*\"Two rooms - one for my companion and one for myself, of the highest grade you have available, please.\" \n\n\"That'll be 2 silver a night per person.\" *Sirdan set down the coins for a day of stay, and then went upstairs for his room - both of them's rooms would be well-funrished, with linen bedding, an actual and mattress - plus, breakfast's included the next day.*" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She smiled softly as he got up to get her a room. After he paid she walked upstairs with him and went to check out her room. She laid down on her bed and picked her feet up, glad to have a proper mattress again.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan went to sleep quickly, but only after spending ten minutes taking off his armor. He kept his sword by his side and tightened his belt, ensuring the dagger is by him - one may never know when you will be in danger in foreign country.* \n\n*The next morning, he woke up, surprisingly not assassinated in middle of the night, and went over to Wenwyn's room dressed in his linen clothing. He knocked on the door,*\"Morning!\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She opened the door just a moment after he knocked. She was already dressed and seemed like she'd been up for a while.* \"Good morning! Did you sleep well?\" *She stood back so he could walk in if he wanted.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan walked inside,*\"Quite well - the best night of sleep I've had in a while, actually. It is nice to not sleep rough or on a ship, you know.\" *He gestured downstairs,*\"Go get breakfast first - I'll be putting on my armor before we go to the training yard, unless you want to help me out. Putting on plate takes a while.\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"I'll help, Sure! I used to help my brother get into his.\" *And upon reflection after she said that the reality hit her. She went quiet but nodded to the door and went to head to his room to help him out. She hoped he wouldn't ask too many questions about her family, but she just seemed to be listing them off.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan would head back to his room, and started by putting on the breastplate, and asked for her help to secure the backplate - the easier part, then he started putting on the limbs armor, which would take more time than usual if done on his own - but with her help, most of the set of armor would be secured firmly to his aketon after 5 minutes*\n\n\"Alright, now to awkwardly sit and have breakfast in this.\" *Sirdan brought his helmet in his arm downstairs, putting it on the side of a table, and then waited for breakfast - the usual, large mug of wheat bear, german sausage and potato dumplings*" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She definately had experience helping others to don armour and at no pointed seemed lost for what she had to do or require instructions. She's definately helped people in and out of armor a lot and it showed. She smkrmed at his comment and followed him down, eating the same meal.* \"Do these people use potato for everything?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"For the most part, yes, they also use wheat and make noodles and bread - but there's none served at this inn. Potato is a staple - easy to grow, easy to harvest. And no harvester's going to come up to your potato field and say counting and taxing them.\" *Then Sirdan paused for a bit,*\"But they are heavy in water and hard to store. All potatoes must be harvested fresh. Do your people not grow something similar to potatoes?\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"Most of our food comes from trees. A good meal for me is some seagrir bread, some pork, maybe salmon, and seagrir beer.\" *She quickly finishes her breakfast.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Potatoes on tree, I've heard. Maybe one day I'll figure out what this seagrir is.\" *He finished his own breakfast and then put on his own helmet, pulling up the visor and then went out of the inn, where he would meet up with a summoner from the local garrison - a man in his forties, who looked quite experienced.* \n\n\"I'd like to test out my companion and I's mettle - lethal weapons fight against your summons, but we'll stop at first blood and avoid depleting too many of them. Summons will use training weapons against you, Wenwyn. Is that fine?\" \n\n*Sirdan produced around forty silver coins to compensate the summoner for his troubles and no doubt lower summon capacity for the rest of the day.*" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She nodded cautiously. She'd hit training dummies but this was something else entirely. She'd enter the grounds with her bow out. When she found a spot in the middle she shoved her spear into the ground and adjusted her buckler on her belt to be pulled up quickly. She nocked an arrow and waited.* \"I'm ready.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Your might with an arrow could be demonstrated on a dummy, actually. I'd like to see your skill in melee with the summon. But first, let's see how powerful your archery is.\" Sirdan would lead her over to the archery yard, where he would nock an arrow onto his composite bow, and then shot it into a dummy. Then he motioned for her to follow,\"Let's see how heavy your arrow is - and how deep the arrow goes.\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"Alright!\" *She used a powerful longbow and fired arrows made for war. She took a stance at the range before sending an arrow down range into the dummy. She struck the target and the arrow went in deep." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf walked up to the arrow after raising his hand,*\"Alright, let me examine it.\" *He would look at the dummy he shot at, and then at the one that she fired at. The arrow she used was quite heavy and powerful. Not unlike his. Perhaps slightly less powerful, but nothing to sneeze at.* \n\n\"A powerful bow, you're almost as strong as I am. Now, the hard part.\" \n\n*He would bring them back to the main training yard - after recovering the arrows for Wenwyn and himself, and had her position herself against a single summoned soldier,*\"Prepare to fight them with your real weapon. They'll use a training weapon - if they score three hits on you that is solid, then you're out. You, in the meantime, try to cripple them - don't kill them if you can, the summoner can heal them for a second round.\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She left her bow at the rntrance to the yard and equipped her spear and buckler. She spun her spear as a show off as the first summon was brought in.* \"Should be easy enough.\" *She said as she approached the summon with her buckler hand fully extended as she went to jab her spear at it.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The summon looked at her, and raised his shield to defend against her jab, placing his training sword behind the shield.\n\nThe summon backed off from her, trying to figure out a way to bypass her range*" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She gave her spear a little twirl before rushing at the summon, not giving it too much time to plan an attack. She kept putting pressure on it with quick jabs of her spear as she looked for an opening.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The summon continued backing off, until he reached the edge of the training field. It started to sidestep in an attempt to ward her off - but Wenwyn's attacks was a bit too fast to keep up. Eventually, she managed to jab him once in the leg, and the summon attempted to charge her, planting the shield near the shaft in an attempt to control it, while trying to bonk her on her head with his training sword.*" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She jabbed her buckler against the hand holding his sword to pin it down so he couldn't swing as she went to try and thrust her spear into an unshielded spot.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*As she parried the sword away, she managed to find another moment of weakness and thrust the spear into the man's thighs, piercing through it and taking out a vital artery.* \n\n\"HALT!\" *The summoner shouted, and then walked up to the summon. The summon dropped his sword, groaning in pain - quite used to this type of combat now, but it hurts.* \n\n*The summoner cast a healing spell.*\n\n\"Good, you can tackle a single soldier. You'll do well fighting with me. So, wenwyn. I'll be going to Middle Mentia - probably joining their side in the war. Would you want to tag along?\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She turned to look at him and gave a nod.* \"I'll join you. I've got nothing to lose afterall. So you plan to just.. Join their army? Or?\" *She asked as she walked over to him, putting her spear onto her back again.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"What? Me? A mercenary, joining an army, settling down for life, being called PRIVATE? NO!\" *Sirdan asserted and crossed his arms,*\"We'll volunteer for some mercenary group, probably have to stick with getting called some fancy ranks - but we'll be fighting for them until this campaign's over or we've made our fortune and decide to go back. Do you have anywhere to go?\" \n\n\"If not, I plan to make a fortune and bring it back to Salvainia with me. They fight for a good cause, but my home is Salvainia and it calls for me.\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She shook her head a little.* \"I don't really have a home, so, I'm good to just head off and not look back. I might go ti Salvainia with you.\" *She shrugged.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Then that'll be the plan. Once we're done, we can part way or go together in Salvainia. I might introduce you to the New Sunlight guild. It is a good guild if you want to get your hand dirty and fight, but still want to live the dream of every man.\" \n\n\"Of settling down in a house and wasting away...\" *Sirdan added, and then left the training ground after thanking the instructor. Then, he would go to the local stable,*\"Can you ride a horse in combat? I'll be going on horseback... Technically, to Middle Mentia. Unless you are comfortable with me being a centaur or a horse, you'll get your own.\" \n\n\"Or we could save money, but it would be an awkward thing to offer to a new met companion.\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"I can ride a horse.\" *She nodded with a smile.* \"I'm better on foot, but I can ride if we need to. So what's this guild?\" *She asks with a raised brow as she leans on a fence, tilting her head.* \"You er... Want me to ride on your back?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"The New Sunlight guild. A guild that was founded by a bunch of paladins to help the poor in Salvainia. Later on, they morphed into a guild that ended up running its own pawn shop and mercenary contracts, and a point of contact for anyone that need a job solved with violence. Monsters still pop up all the time in Salvainia - and not all the soldiers are so brave to deal with it. So locals put bounty, and the guild act as a middleman.\" \n\n\"Higher ranking member also instruct people in fighting - like me, I'm technically a Captain in New Sunlight. But in truth, I have no apprentice or followers, so I am a captain in all but name. Even a lieutenant in a regular free company is more important than I am.\" \n\n*Then he tilted his head.* \n\n\"I suppose you can, if you don't mind. However, I don't have a saddle with me at the moment.\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She listened to him talk about the guild, with some interest.* \"I suppose i'll have to consider looking into this guild of yours. I don't really know where i'm supposed to go with life now, but that might help. So you want me as an apprenticr of yours?\" *She asked witb a raised brow, slowly walking away from the training field.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Apprentice? Maybe. I think that is reserved for guildsmen or a mage though. Though I am a magic wielder, I don't exactly walk around with a pointy hat and gambeson. Squire or page would be a more appropriate term.\"\n\n*He walked back toward the inn where they were staying.*\n\n\"So what say you? Wenwyn, Page of Captain Sirdan. Maybe you will become the lieutenant at the head of my company one day.\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"It's a long way from being an heiress, but i don't see myself returning to that life. I'll be your page.\" *She said eith a nod, softly smiling as she followed him back.* \"So what now?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Pack up and start a long, arduous journey to the north in search of gold and glory, or death. As the cliche goes. Let's get packing.\" \n\n*Sirdan would go inside the tavern to pack his belongings, before going out with Wenwyn.* \n\n\"We'll be riding about a hundred miles north - four days journey, to Upper Mentian territory - hopefully we don't run into any bandits on the way, and then we travel down river to the land of Middle Mentia, and we will offer our arms as mercenary. Sounds good?\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She went inside and grabbed her equipment. She was travelling light and barely had anything to carry.* \"I don't know this area too well, but i'll trust that you read the map.\" *She gave a nod.* \"Sounds good to me.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He would go away toward the market, purchasing a saddle bag and then packing it full of supplies - mostly emergency food and ration, in the form of dried meat and rice to be eaten on the way here. Luckily, it was middle of summer, and food can be found at any villages on the way, but Sirdan didn't want to be caught in the wilderness without food.* \n\n\"I've asked locals around for the route, and that route would be the correct one. So, shall we set out on our journey north?\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*She'd also buy some stuff for the road, things like a backpack, soap, rope, a blanket. She'd give him a nod.* \"I'm ready to go. Let's head on.\" *She smiled and started walking.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan did the same, and then went over to a private corner of the tavern,*\"We'll be travelling faster this way.\" \n\n*He would cast a spell of animal transformation, turning himself into a full plate armored centaur, and then implored her to put the saddle on him - alongside the saddlebags and belongings.* \n\n\"This is gonna be awkward... Let's set out, we must reach the next town before nightfall. Else, we'd have to deal with camping out in the night. And I would not start any fire with how insecure the Mentias are..\"" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "\"Agreed.\" *She placed the saddle on his back and climbed on, she didn't seem too awkward about the situation. She kept her hands on the saddle and her feet in the stirrups as she made herself comfortable in the saddle.* \"I'm good.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*There were stirrups - because the shopkeeper insisted on buying it together with the saddlebag. But Sirdan were unresponsive to the stirring. Clearly, he is not used to being stirred like a horse. \n\nHe would start riding out of the town, as quick as he reasonably can - to avoid too much scrutiny that he just turned into a centaur. He had some difficult at the gate, showing a temporary passport issued by one of the lord, and then pointing at his own face repeatedly to insist he was the same person.* \n\n*After a while, the pair were now traveling out of town, with Sirdan trotting alongside the roads leading north. The roads weren't stellar, but seems to have been maintained well enough as a point of contact between the north and the south of Mentia.*" }, { "author": "Wenwyn", "message": "*During the ride she'd ask him all sorts of random questions, making general small talk. She kept her hands to herself and didn't jab her feet into his sides as he'd carry her off. She'd constantly stay alert as they trotted off!*" } ]