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[ { "author": "Adrian Siren", "message": "He noticed Amos's own inner conflict, as well as the claws. *That* Must have been the reason Amos was so affronted to showing the Drama his hand for some time. He chuckled, both to his own thoughts and in response to Amos's quippy line.\n\n\"You know her?\" He asked, looking back to Lenore. He saw the pool of blood around her, and thought about the fact that Lenore used to have a life... For a moment, terror filled his eyes as he realized what he was doing... But soon, that feeling was gone. He felt numb again. He felt like... The Drama. He chuckled.\n\n\"Or should I say knew?\"" }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "It's a logical enough assessment. Combined with the odd coloring on Amos' hands, it does seem likely he was attempting to perhaps hide the signs that the things could grow from them. It did now make sense as well why he had kept a hand hidden when they met.\n\nHis eyes shifted back to Lenore, the lifeless elf, and he exhales slowly. He saw, briefly, the flash of emotion that was quickly swallowed back up by something. A sort of mask he supposed though the flash was equally reassuring and worrying. \"Not seen her in a century, but she wasn't very old when I met her. My sister liked her.\"\n\nJudging from his tone, he had not, as there wasn't a lot of grief or worry in his voice. Wasn't a lot of anything except a trace of concern. \"You've got something on your chin.\"\n\nHe wasn't aware he'd decided to say it until he did, motioning with one unclawed hand to his own face. Then he moved away from the entrance of the alley, and felt like he'd been hit with cold water as his body finally rebelled against the conflicted emotions and he vomited, using the wall to support himself." }, { "author": "Adrian Siren", "message": "The Drama watched this without reaction. This was one of the many outcomes that he expected from Amos. For whatever reason, he felt somewhat soft. Not enough to apologize, nor feel bad for what he was doing, but enough to try to console Amos.\n\n\"If it gives you any solice, she was rude, a liar, and she was trying to get someone killed. I couldn't tell much, but from what I discerned to be the truth a man born of noble blood who ran away from his old life to start anew is who she was trying to kill... If you ask me that's just disdainful.\" He scowled and looked at Lenore.\n\n\"Truly the scum of the earth... Those who wish to stunt the improvement of others...\" He said with a hint of malice in his voice, though the malice he truly felt was more than just a hint. But... Those feelings resurfaced again. The image of Amos, a man who he had profiled as so calm and collected, seeming to fall apart in front of him at the sight of something that he had done... He gently tapped his stomach, right where his scar was. Adrian sat down where the Drama was squatting. He put his hand on his forehead.\n\n\"Jeez...\" He muttered, eyes wide. He looked from Lenore's corpse to Amos. He felt sick." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "It took a few moments for the shock in his system to begin winding down. He still could not displace John's bloodied face, nor Lenore's pale white one from his mind, but while they were not *Comfortable* Images they were not conflicting anymore. He found himself employing old habits he had once picked up to tuck them away to deal with later. When? Well... Just later.\n\n\"Rude, a liar and trying to get someone killed, eh?\" Voice rough from the expulsion of his stomach, but amused. \"That does sound like Lenore. That's why Lyria liked her. Personally ambitious, but about as vacant as an empty pot.\" As he fell back on the sense that if you just *Ignored* What was wrong, then perhaps it wasn't there, or was never a problem to begin with. \n\nThe tactic did not stop the weight of those claws from hanging 'round his wrists.\n\nHe heard mutterings and looked over, seeing John's wide eyed face and expression. The nausea that seemed to be settling into *Him* Now and hesitates. He doesn't hate John. He isn't even sure he's afraid of John though the unease still churns his belly. The blood is still on John's face and Amos takes a deep breath before walking towards him from the mouth of the alley. The claws slowly, and uncomfortably slid back into his skin. Setting his bag down he pulls a bit of spare cloth from it, holding it out to the man.\n\n\"Here, John. We need to go.\" If you ignored the light sweat from getting ill you *Could* Assume he was fine again, but he also was not looking at Lenore who laid so close by." }, { "author": "Adrian Siren", "message": "Adrian stared at Amos for a few moments. He remembered the Drama's malice towards Lenore and the people like her, but at the same time he remembered that he had killed her to do something as awful as... Drinking her blood. Just the thought of that made Adrian want to hurl. Then, he looked slowly back over to Lenore. He remembered he was hungry. He gently pushed Amos's hand away.\n\n\"No.\" He put the Drama's voice back on, though didn't slip fully back into character.\n\n\"I can't. If you don't wish to stay here that's on you, but...\" He spoke with a hesitation uncharacteristic of the Drama, but moreso of himself.\n\n\"I'm hungry.\" He choked on the words as they came out. The bitter taste of them almost made him want to follow along with Amos, but he knew he couldn't." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "Withdrawing his hand he paused as he heard the familiar voice, though John still didn't quite seem like himself yet. There was a thought, momentarily, that it was just fine that he was not back to himself yet and more so that it was an odd reassurance. Still, as John spoke, as he expressed he was *Hungry*, Amos swallowed, and had to remind himself that a food source was right here and it didn't mean he was hunting a new one.\n\n\"Alright,\" He said, pushing himself up. \"...Tell me if it's not enough then.\" Then he went to the entrance of the alley to wait. \n\nHe felt less addled in his mind, but couldn't consider his thoughts normal either. With shock subsiding he was rather wondering what would happen if Lenore *Wasn't* Enough now that some time had passed since her death. Then what would happen? He adjusts his bag and bites the inside of his mouth as he considers whether or not the accelerated healing he had would mean he could recover from an attack faster; Or if lack of blood would simply be lack of blood." }, { "author": "Adrian Siren", "message": "As Amos rounded the corner Adrian looked hesitantly back to the body that lay before him. Reluctantly, he leaned in and bit back into her neck and got back to sucking. He hated doing this. Usually he would shut himself out and let the Drama do it, but he couldn't do that right now. He always dreaded letting the Drama take back over once he had full control. As he sucked, he felt his hunger slowly subside and fade. That only made him feel worse. Truly, though, what he hated most of all was that Lenore's blood was sweet. It almost tasted like caramel or some other candy- it almost made him forget what he was doing and enjoy it.\n\nHowever, when he decided he was full and pulled away, that fantasy quickly melted in his mouth. With a shaky hand, he reached into one of his pants pockets and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe off his mouth, then stuffed it back in his pocket. He stood up, trying to push off the feelings of dread and despair that overcame him. As he walked out of the alleyway, he felt his mind go numb. Then his feet. He felt dizzy.\n\n\"A-Amos...?\" He asked, poking his head from the mouth of the passage.\n\n\"Can you walk me home?\" He took another step forward, and his leg wobbled and wiggled in a way that caused him to collapse. He cursed as he fell to the floor." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "He waited, and questioned his sanity in waiting, but nonetheless waited at the mouth of the alley. Forcing himself to focus on the surroundings, and trying not to hear what was happening inside, he began humming one of the many tunes he learned from Beastkin and Oriates. It was an old habit he had picked up when he was stressed, but had no outlet for it. He closed his eyes until he heard the footsteps. \n\nJohn did not look well, and he wondered briefly just how long he had been a vampire. Or if he had ever been caught. He felt bad, briefly, about his own response but had little time to reflect on it as John suddenly went down after asking his question. He swore, and dropped his bag to help the man back up. \n\n\"Come now-\" As he slid a supportive arm around John, then picked up his bag, letting out a breath and acutely aware of the cold in his body now. He willed himself to ignore it, adjusting John and somewhat thankful he had recovered at least physically from captivity. He took a breath, then nodded, \"I can take you home, John. Which direction do we need to go, and is it locked up right now?\"" }, { "author": "Adrian Siren", "message": "Adrian's breath was somewhat labored, and, rather than cold, he actually felt feverish. His extremities were still icy cold, but his core and especially his face were hot. Adrian reached up on top of his head to grab his mask, but before he pulled it down he looked at Amos, a small tinge of regret in his eyes. He seemed to flinch when Amos called him John.\n\n\"Amos, I have something to tell you...\" He wrapped his arm around Amos's shoulder for support.\n\n\"I... I believe you are a very good man, Amos. Thank you.\" He said, his own guilt strangling the words in his throat. He wanted to fix the Drama's lies, but at the same time something stopped him. He groaned, feeling a slight pain in his stomach. He began to weakly spout off directions at a pace he hoped Amos could follow which would lead him back to the ceramics shop.\n\n\"Yes... It's locked, but I have the keys on me. I run a store, I can't risk my goods being stolen.\" He huffed." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "It was an odd feeling, and in the back of his mind he wondered if the blood in his system was perhaps.. Warming him or if it was something else. He felt the flinch and looked over, seeing the regret in John's eyes. He wanted to ask, but then it made perfect sense for the response to come from Lenore's death, did it not? He exhales at what he says however about being a 'good man', though after a moment says, \"...Thank you.\"\n\nHe listened to the directions, which were both more and less than the directions he had gotten to other locations in the past and he figured he would find it. If he was going the wrong way, John could always correct him. As they began moving, Amos shouldering a bit more of John's weight, he smirked a minute at the huffed words, \"Well, of course. You never know who's around really.\" Then he was quiet a while, but he didn't *Like* The silence. It just left too much room to think.\n\n\"I had a friend once some years back. We were stuck in the same situation at the time, but he had learned to make the best of it. He used to tell me stories of things his kits had done before he had to part ways from them,\" Amos said, filling in the silence that was allowing him too much time to think. \"They were... Literal terrors from the sounds of it; Twins to start with. One was Maxine and the other was uh... Magnus if I recall. Golden eyed, nearly identical he said with uh... Black fur and identical tufts of white on their chest. Used to switch clothes just to confuse others.\"\n\n\"According to this old Tom, they had a habit of stealing things, but they were also just damned good at it. He would take them to the market to get the food they needed for dinner, come home and find them sharing some tart, or fruit, or tossing some oddity around that they had swiped while they were out. Or, if they were especially bored, they would apparently make a game out of stealing odds and ends from the town guard.\" He chuckled a bit, taking a deep breath and letting it out. \"He would usually point to the white around his eyes and nose, and say, 'Those little monsters aged me three times faster than I should have!'\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Amos", "message": "This week had been an odd one. He'd made a friend, and potentially lost the same one. Had discovered he was not the only oddity lurking around Salvainia. He sat down, having found himself not far from Gerong despite the events there, outside of a small shop where he had refilled his meager food supplies with his waterskin in his hands. The Not-Oni carefully uncorks it to take a drink, wishing he honestly had something stronger on hand. \n\nPutting the lid back on it, he sighs. He should find some work that doesn't involve beating the ever living hell out of himself. He should also, probably, find a way to just feel safer in general. Both of those feel like a fool's errand however so instead he finds himself people watching, leaning on one hand and getting his book from his bag to flip through. Anything really but accepting things ought to change." }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "The Macen would be on a walk with a soft hum. He stretched a little as he walked. He's had a rather average week overall, since he joined New Sunlight, and had been doing odd-jobs as he traveled Salvainia. It's been a dull week, though he's been thinking of his original dream again.\n\nForming a Mercenary group for the second time, was of course an idea. He sighed a little, as he walked, thinking of his two friends. One he hadn't seen in ages, and the other he just hadn't spoke too in awhile. He missed both, but he cleared his thoughts to focus on his walk.\n\nHe looked about for anyone also present, stretching his arms. He noted the possible Oni, and deciding he should meet more people, approached. \"Hello.\" He said, cheerfully." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "The 'Oni' looked up, and was honestly rather pleased to find that it was *Not* Some masked individual standing there. Those had been appearing to him in spades lately and he was beginning to suspect some odd, cosmic joke was being played on him. \"Well, hello,\" He said, dog earring the page and closing his book to focus on the Macen.\n\nAmos looked an odd Oni, but well, horns would probably mean Oni, right? He glanced about briefly, seeing that the Macen was alone, then refocused on Alde with a slight smirk. \"Just out and about on your own, sir?\" Falling back into old habits, though he was currently resisting his usual sass. \"Or protecting the streets?\" After glancing towards his back and seeing the halberd there.\n\nNow he knew he was restless. He just wanted to cause trouble." }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "The Macen smiled when the 'Oni' greeted him in return. He would stretch a little more, massaging his shoulder a little. While Alde knew not every horned individual was actually an Oni, he wondered if that was the case with this stranger or not. Though he didn't know how to word it to ask, as it seemed rude when he pictured it in his head. ``Are you an Oni? Cool!`` He shook his head a little to focus himself back on the man. \"Hm? Oh, uh... A bit of both, I suppose.\"\n\nHe said, and smiled a little, with a small laugh. \"I'm Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel, though most people just call me Alde.\" He said, offering his and for a handshake. \"And you are?\" He asked, tilting his head a little." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"A bit of both, you suppose?\" He repeats with a smirk, head tilted. He was definitely in the sort of mindset to mess with someone now, he just had to decide how. \"Well, I suppose that thing on your back will help with that. Haven't seem many folks just traveling with one, but I suppose I haven't met many folks as of late that haven't been oddities either way.\"\n\nHe reached out to shake the Macen's hand and raised his brows at the name. \"That's a mouthful, I can see why they call you Alde.\" He said, understatement of the year, but he then said, \"Just Amos for myself.\" His handshake was firm, but not crushing, and he let go. \n\n\"Is it such a slow day that you have time to stop and talk to any stranger on the street?\" He asked, looking amused. \"If you have that much time, you may as well sit down and join me for a moment. I don't think anything else is going to happen today around here really.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "The Macen laughed a little, and nodded. \"My Hellebarde does indeed help in keeping the peace.\" He said, nodding again. He was glad to meet someone new as it was. \"Everyone is strange in their own little way, I suppose.\" Alde said, with a faint shrug. \"Well, its a pleasure to meet you, Amos.\" He thought over the other's offer to sit and chat.\n\n\"That does sound quite nice.\" He answered. \"I suppose you are right. I haven't seen any real trouble at all even.\" He said, going to sit down near the 'Oni'. \"What do you do for a living?\" Alde asked, curious to learn more about his new acquaintance." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"Well, I suppose I'll see how strange you are then. So far you don't have on a pig mask though so it's going well,\" He says, chuckling with amusement. \"Though they were not *Bad*, they could play along at least instead. Now I just wonder how you'll fare.\" \n\nMoving to make some room he turns slightly to look at Alde easier, brows raised. \"That's lucky of you. I can't claim to be able to avoid trouble quite so often.\" He paused at the question, chuckling, \"I tend to do some fighting for money. Nothing especially complicated, but it's easy money and I heal fairly quickly, so I don't need as long a break as others do.\" He said, thinking a long moment. \n\n\"What do you do, Alde? Just keep the peace or something more complicated than that?\" He raised his brows, smirking, \"You look plenty strong. I'll *Assume* That's not just for looks, though those are not bad either.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "The Macen laughed a little at the mention of a pig mask, and his eyebrows raised a little. He tilted his head. \"A pig mask, huh? I suppose that is a little more strange.\" He said, listening. He nodded, and scratched his chin a little as he heard the 'Oni' was a bit of a Brawler. \"Huh, well that does indeed sound like it is a rather easy source of money, and not complicated at all for the most part. Just win, the brawl.\" He nodded. \"Oh, what I do? I'm an adventurer by trade. I travel, and I do mercenary work for the most part. So... In a way, we're not so different career wise, you know?\"\n\nHe relaxed into the spot, and his cheeks flushed a little from the praise. \"U-uh... Th-thanks.\" He said, embarrassed. Sadly for the would-be Mercenary, he still wasn't used to praise. The only praise he was really used to, was from his parents who he hadn't seen in a few years now. He shifted a little, to get his thoughts off of his family, lest he feel homesick." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"A pig mask. Pink haired so perhaps he simply felt it was a theme he could go with that would work?\" He shrugs and chuckles, leaning his head back. \"And it is easy. You go in, you either beat someone or you're beaten, and you get paid. Winning of course *Helps* With that, but sometimes... Well, sometimes losing can also be gainful,\" He says, shrugging. \"Though I do see plenty on the path of mercenary work as well. I suppose it offers some appeal; being able to travel and work.\"\n\nHe didn't think much of the teasing, but he *Did* See Alde flush. Oh now he'd found something to amuse himself with. Smirking he picks up the waterskin to take a drink. \"Don't look so shy about receiving a compliment, Alde. You look strong, and I'm sure plenty of women find that appealing, don't they?\" He asked, prodding and teasing a bit. \"Last I knew, most women liked fair haired and strong men.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He listened a little, nodding. He found it interesting someone wold use a pig mask, and was pink haired. He raised an eyebrow a little at the mental image. \"Yeah, winning, losing, sometimes its a part of life.\" He said, nodding. \"The odd mercenary work is certainly helpful with traveling.\" His flush grew as he listened to Amos more. He tokk in a breath, stammering a little. \"W-well, uh... I am fairly strong yeah. I-I'm just uh... Not used to being praised by others.\" He said, scratching the back of his neck.\n\n\"Its a little... Uh, new to me, from non-family.\" He said, and his confidence grew a little, at the prodding. \"Well, yeah, I suppose plenty of women do find it appealing. I guess I uh... Never stopped to notice.\" He admitted, his cheeks reddening more." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"Might be something I should look into really. I've been moving around far too much to keep a steady job outside of odd fights here and there,\" He mused, as really, finding jobs to just get beaten up were... Well, difficult. Freedom had its limitations he supposed. \n\nHe could see the Macen growing redder and redder, and held back a chuckle. This was fun. The Macen was easily flustered by praise and he wondered just about how far he could take his teasing. Well, one way to find out. \"Well, if you don't want to be praised, let me know. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable, but it is the truth.\"\n\nHe offered the Macen the water skin, then paused. Wait a minute- \"Are you *Only* Used to your family praising you? Your mother I would imagine mostly.\" Or that seemed to be how it was in most families. \"And honestly, don't women make it apparent you're attractive? I can't be the only one that's said it to you.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He nodded, agreeing with what he said. He knew having a steady job was nice, as it is. He blushed more when Amos continued to tease him. He coughed awkwardly. \"Uh... N-no, the praise is nice, of course. I just... Yeah. I'm not really used to it.\" He blushed more when Amos went to offer the water skin, and paused to tease him more. \"Uh... I-I guess I've not paid much attention to others. I've been pretty focused on a little dream of mine, to uh... Well..\"\n\nHe took in a breath. \"You might think this is a bit silly, or something but, I've been pretty focused making a name for myself, to one day, well... I hope to become a noble one day, before I get old, and weak. Mostly, I hope to ecome a noble, so I could, restore my family's former noble status.\" He said. \"And uh, thanks.\" He said, going to take a drink from the waterskin." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "He almost felt bad about how easily the Macen was coming apart, but when Alde confirmed he didn't *Mind* The praise then Amos relaxed a bit. No point in being a complete asshole about it after all. He let Alde take his drink, commenting with a smirk, \"Though if my telling you you're handsome does both you, let me know. I don't think you could turn much redder than you are.\" Okay maybe he was a bit of an asshole. \n\n\"Really though... You don't seem as though you've much of any experience having anyone show interest in you, or maybe flirt with you either.\" It was a statement rather than a question as Amos examines the man, head tilted. \"I don't suppose you have much confidence in yourself, do you? For example, you're not sitting here deciding that having a stranger flirt with you is out of the question for some odd reason is stupid, or you're not putting yourself down to avoid the idea, correct?\"\n\n\"Looking to restore the family? I suppose that could explain the name.\" Gods knew Nobles could be odd about names. \"Nothing wrong with wanting to help your family so long as they help you, though I can't comment on wanting nobility. It's not something that appeals much to me anymore. How did your family lose their status?\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He bit his lip gently. He blushed more, as he heard Amos speaking about how red he was getting. He shook his head, trying to calm himself before he spoke again. He didn't trust his stuttering as it was, and listened a little. \"W-well... Uh, I guess I don't think I can get much redder...\" He said, feeling his blushing cheeks as they slowly began to calm down overall. He chuckled a little. \"I guess I'm not used to thinking about love, and all that.\" He admitted. \"I mean, this conversation's been pretty interesting, as any one conversation can get.\"\n\n\"It's certainly different, least... Well, I can't say I have much confidence in myself, I worry about a lot in the end, but I always put my worries aside when I fight, maybe I... Should learn to put them aside more often, and see how many flirts i've not noticed.\" He said, with a faint laugh.\n\n\"Well, yeah. I suppose there is nothing wrong with wanting to help my family. Some people tihnk its silly, or laughable though. Not much anymore? So you were a noble once?\" He asked, before taking in a deep breath. \"Well... My grandfather was... You could say, he uh, *Got around*, and he shamed the family at one point with some affair. I've heard it was with an Okamimi, but I don't know the full details. He later went into debt over quietening the rumors and such, and sold off his land when my dad was just a kid. And well, no one really wanted te Gyldenstierne-Seidel line around anymore.\" He said, with a shru. \"So, my father ended up a farmer, and well, here I am.\"" }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "Deciding to take a small risk, he reached over to lightly turn Alde's face to a better look though he didn't let his fingers linger long in case the touch was unwanted. \"Oh, probably not. I don't think your heart could get that much blood to your face,\" He said with a smirk before he laughed quietly. \"But at least the conversation is *Interesting*, rather than a boring one. I'll admit, I never much learned about love until I was older. Before then it was mostly studies, due diligence, and doing what was right for your family. All incredibly dull topics.\" Of that much he was completely certain. \"Ah, and not making mistakes I couldn't handle later.\"\n\nHe listened to Alde's words, and his laugh, before smirking, \"Well, you don't seem the sort to have much confidence. Fighting however is a good way to build that. You can't really hesitate or think over what you're doing in a fight; Most people won't let you.\" He said before he leaned back slightly. \"So you really haven't noticed you've been flirted with this entire time? That's a shame. I'll need to try a bit more then.\"\n\nPausing to think as he listened to the story of what happened with his grandfather, he nodded. \"An affair will do that, though given how many feel about beastkin and Okamimi, I can't say it's surprising things went as badly as they did.\" He tilted his head. \"Not an especially powerful man, was he then? If selling a bit of land to quiet rumors was his method of choice. Seems to me if he just let them ride, he wouldn't have put your family in that situation, though... He probably felt it of utmost importance then.\"\n\nThen he got to the questions, nodding, \"I was at one point, but my family was, or is, highly competitive. I suppose I managed to piss off my siblings one too many times, but I'm happier now than I was then so.. I suppose I can't complain too much.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "Alde gulped a little as Amos turned his head towards him, and he looked around a little, before he let his eyes settle onto Amos. He was still embarrassed overall, and his reddening cheeks began to flare up once more. He bit his lip a little, as he embarrassed chuckled at the comment about getting the blood to his face. He listened intently to Amos' life as a noble. \"Certainly dull, but... I can't imagine it wasn't really all bad?\" He asked, curiously overall. He was eager to learn more of nobility in the end, though it made him wonder overall, more about Amos. He didn't know Oni had nobles, and he made a mental note to ask about it later.\n\n\"I like to believe in myself during combat, even if I am worried, of course. I believe in a way its normal to worry in the fields of battle. But, yeah, I've never noticed it I guess.\" He chuckled embarrassed. \"Th-though uh... I do think I notice it here.\" He'd add, scratching the back of his neck, embarrassed more.\n\n\"Well, yeah, my grandfather wasn't very powerful, he was a Baron I believe it was. My father didn't talk much about it, for good reason I guess. I guess my grandfather didn't want to be shamed with the whole scandal, and decided wasting away his coin and status in silencing them, was better than living with the scandal as a still noble house.\" He said, shrugging.\n\n\"Though, now I must admit hearing of your family, I uh... Didn't expect Oni to have nobles, and such. Its interesting to learn though.\" He said, deciding to just go with his assumption that Amos was an Oni of sorts, instead of just a non-Oni, that had horns. He's heard of strange mutations like that, after all. Though, he decided to add to it, just in case it was such. \"Er... Assuming you *Are* An Oni at least...\" He said, with a nervous, questioning chuckle." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"Well that's a cute look.\" So long as the Macen was aware he was being flirted with, and didn't seem to hate it, Amos didn't mind doing it. After all, it made the whole day quite a bit less dull when you could fluster up an apparent warrior/mercenary so easily. He bit back what he felt might be too much for the moment however, and focused on the question. \"It may not have been too terrible from the outside no. My siblings and I certainly thrived in our own ways. But it wasn't what I wanted either.\" He shrugged, as that was the vague truth of the matter as it were.\n\n\"Well, as for wasting his coin on silence, I suppose to him that's what mattered. It was a bit of self preservation, for all it was worth. For some Nobility, image is everything because to many Nobles your money is just there to make you look successful. Your home can be in ruins, and your family miserable, but so long as everything looks fine on the outside.. Well, the rest can rot.\" He was quite aware of that fact, and how that worked. After all, he and his siblings fought and squabbled for nothing and he supposed, they still were. As Alde made his assumption, then immediately backpedaled on it, he laughed. The sound was good natured, and good humored. \"I don't know if they do or not, to be honest. I just know of my family.\" Not confirming, nor denying anything.\n\n\"As for believing in yourself in combat, well, if you don't the stakes are much higher than when dealing with others. But I suppose if you die in combat, you also don't have to worry about the consequences of mucking something up with someone, do you?\" He asked, chuckling before looking at him, then nodding. \"But to be honest, you don't seem to *Hate* This either. I don't think I would mind kissing someone like you. What do you say?\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He stuttered, and blushed when he was called cute. \"I-I...\" He gulped a little, as he focused on calming himself. He listened to him speak of his family, and nodded. He understood in a way. \"That... Sounds familiar to me, I didn't find farming very interesting and it was quite dull to me.\" He said, nodding. \"I understand wanting something else, for sure. I wouldn't be here if I enjoyed farming afterall. I can't imagine what you probably went through though. I imagin it was a lot, least.\" He said, with a small shrug.\n\n\"I think, yeah he cared about his image. I don't know though, I never met him. I can only speculate why he did it in the end. But what I do know is he cared for his family, and supposedly the Okamimi. Whether he loved them or not, I don't know. All I do know, is the man lost everything in the end. And my grandmother was apparently not very impressed with him on sacrificing everything his family had owned, created, and lived for.\" He said, shrugging a little. \"Perhaps in the end he was a bit crazy...\"\n\nHe paused to think over what Amos said about Nobles and hiding their home problems. He thought it over with a small shrug. \"Well, that could be why he did it then. Prhaps it was to hope and keep his status in a strange way.\" He was confused by the way Amos didn't quite answer the question though. \"I... See I think?\" He said, with a small shrug.\n\nHe nodded in agreement over what Amos had to say about combat. It was true, and he tensed a little, as he was asked about the kiss. He blushed profusely, and stuttered. \"U-uh... W-well, um... I...\" He took in a deep breath, as his cheeks stung with embarrassment. \"I... Guess not?\" He said, tilting his head. \"I've uh... Never, kissed someone i-in this manner.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Amos", "message": "He could not, for the life of him, ever remember being as vulnerable or off balance as Alde seemed to be dealing with him. Then again, two centuries will put those days far behind you. Still he chuckled and listened before speaking, letting the man recover a moment. \"I liked reading, but I couldn't read what I wanted to. Likewise I enjoyed learning, but couldn't learn what I wished. Not all households are like that I assume, but mine was. You weren't preparing to go out into the world with my House. Instead, you were preparing for a role to fill.\" He made a soft 'tsk' sound. \"And that role honestly was terribly boring, so getting beaten once in a while for money is a certain improvement.\"\n\n\"Well, he sounds as though he cared in his own way. It could be he hoped to keep his status, and perhaps hoped it would help his family rebuild. There are quite a few families which hold a noble status, yet one would not think of them as such. They are either land rich, but poor, or opposite. Or their family is considered ill bred, and they tend to be shut out. It could be he hoped to avoid the latter, and assumed he could recover financially. Difficult to say really,\" Amos said, shrugging a moment. \"The entire back and forth between them all gets a little bit boring after a while; It's usually all the same thing in a different dress.\"\n\nHe didn't clarify his nature, or what he'd said at the shrug, just returning the shrug and smiling. Really, no sense talking about the past with a stranger. Sort of, considering that they were discussing Alde's family at least. He did however blink as Alde both consented to being kissed, *And* Admitted to not having kissed another before. Or, Amos assumed, kissed someone outside of his family.\n\n\"I... See,\" He chuckles then. He can't help it, the entire situation is just amusing. \"You don't flirt, or rather you have no confidence in it. You haven't kissed *Anyone*, much less a man before, outside of familial love from a family member. But you fight, you're willing to do mercenary work, and travel.\" He sounded amused as he sets his bag down, reaching up to cup Alde's face. \"Well, there's at least one thing I can help with.\" \n\nHe leaned in and kissed the Macen without hesitating, but kept his grip loose in case the apparent mercenary realized he'd made a mistake. He didn't want to be aggressive, but he found he also didn't want to just give the man a peck either and settled into a slow, more romantic one than perhaps originally intended. This did not stop him from taking Alde's hand and placing it against his side, as he figured the man wouldn't realize he was allowed to touch Amos back." }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "Alde listened to Amos describe his experiences as a noble with great interest. He nodded slowly. He tilted his head, as he was reminded of his life on the farm really. It certainly surprised him to hear, and he decided to keep a mental note of that, overall. He smiled a little, as Amos made the 'tsk' sound. \"Ah, so it was rater dull, wit its moments least. I think I see how it could be dull overall.\" He said, nodding. He listened to Amos' thoughts of how his grandfather thought over the situation, and how some families held their status when they might not deserve to.\n\nHe scratched his chin, slowly, and thought over everything he said for that matter. \"That is interesting to learn that they sometimes hold to power when they should collapse, I didn't really think about those... Special cases.\" He said, shrugging a little. \"Though I can imagine it could end up boring. The back and forth... Perhaps I should take real consideration of trying to restore my family's noble status...\" He said, thinking it over for honest thought.\n\nHe would just relax when he saw Amos shrug instead of clarifying what he had meant, and he decided not to clarify what he meant by not kissing anyone. He blushed when Amos chuckled, and cupped his cheek. His cheeks were emblazoned as much as could be with how embarrassed he was by the whole ordeal. He gulped a little, as the 'Oni' leaned in, and te kiss began.\n\nAlde could only stare, eyes widened in that moment. He seems surprised over all, but he doesn't pull away. Slowly, he grows a bit confident enough to return the kiss. He began to relax into it, even. Though, he wasn't so confident to really do much else so far." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "To Amos it seemed, Noble life was more of a burden than what he was dealing with now, but all he had were his own perspectives and insights to offer. And from his perspective it seemed; It was all as dull as dish water. \"Well, it was to me. Even squabbling with siblings could be quite boring, though they definitely got me back in the end,\" He says with a shrug, smirking. Boy if that weren't one hell of an understatement. \n\n\"Well, it tends to be about making smart plays. That's why many Noble families tend towards arranged marriages. Those bonds between families can help strengthen one or the other; Especially if one family has material wealth, but another holds a title they seek. Uniting the families means they both get what they want,\" He says, linking his own fingers in a brief demonstration. \"That was the part I hated though; It could become quite a chore to keep up appearances.\"\n\nIf he had to be honest, part of the reasoning for the kiss was to get away from the subject of Nobles and houses, but... Well, he had to admit, some of it was also that he was just enjoying seeing the Macen's reactions. You never got to see such honest, flustered behavior often. So when he leaned in and kissed him, he expected more of the same and was ready to be shoved away quickly.\n\nBut Alde surprised him and didn't chicken out. Instead he gradually grew bold enough to return the kiss and relax. Reaching out he pulled him just a touch closer before breaking the kiss, reaching up to brush Alde's hair away from his face. \"There... Not quite as scary as a battle field, is it?\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "Alde would listen, nodding faintly. He was fascinated to hear Amos' perspectives and insights in the end, it was more than what he had known going into his ultimate plan of becoming the first re-noblized Glydenstierne-Seidel. And he knew he would take any kund of knowledge he could get about being a noble, or how to survive as one, that he could get from Amos. He'd have to meet other such former nobles if possible to form a fully educated opinion if his dream is worth it, or if he should just settle for being a Mercenary Captain, and just lead his would-be band of Mercenaries to glory in battle, and victory.\n\nHe would listen as he talks about smart plays and such, nodding slowly. \"I see. That makes sense. Much like paying for goods and services, one could marry into a deal... I will keep that in mind, as that could be useful in the future.\" He said. He still had much to think of, when their lips crashed together, and he allowed the 'Oni' to pull him a little closer, as he was still rather coming to terms with the fact his first kiss outside of the family kind, and he gently touched his own lips after the kiss ended. He felt... Calm, and relaxed as Amos brushed some of his hair out of his face.\n\nHe was a bit slow to respond to Amos' question, nodding a little. \"That was... Quite relaxing, and...\" He was at a loss for words on how it felt. \"Very, very much the opposite of the scares of the battlefields.\" He said with his embarrassed chuckle, scratching the back of his neck." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"One could marry into such deals, yes. I imagine it's more appealing when it's your own choice, but,\" He shrugged, \"My father would insist 'Marriage is for family, and love is for whoever you keep in secret'. Which... Again, might be what happened with your Grandfather.\" Amos was well used to the complications and expectations of Nobility, and didn't really mind pulling back the curtain as to the potential *Whys* Of what happened with Alde's family. If he got a better picture of how it could work then he might understand the motivations better, or help himself figure out what he wanted.\n\nAfter having kissed the Macen, he chuckled quietly seeing the man both relaxed and seemingly a little shocked at things. \"I think the inexperience was more terrifying than kissing, Alde,\" He mused, \"But you did well, and I'm glad it wasn't as scary as you thought it might be. Though, you don't have to be embarrassed about it. We all start somewhere.\"\n\nReaching out he took Alde's hand lightly. \"Now generally, if someone is willing to kiss you, then you're allowed to kiss them back, but it's not required. Especially if the thought of kissing someone you've just met on the street is uncomfortable.\" He smirks a bit, considering they were just talking about his Grandfather and his affairs. And now? Well, the man had to start somewhere." }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He listened, nodding at what Amos said about his own father's opinion in love. He disagreed with love being kept secret as it was, but he thinks he understood why some nobles did it. Family first was in a way, a sacrifice not unlike that of some country's hero. He still felt it strange in the context of nobles, marriage, and love of course though. He nodded slowly. \"Perhaps it was...\" Alde said, scratching his chin. \"It is something I will need to think about, his motives and such.\"\n\nHe would nod a little, \"Yeah, the inexperience was more terrifying than the... Kiss itself.\" He said, still feeling his lips a little. \"You're right, I shouldn't be *Too* Embarrassed. You're right, we all do start somewhere.\" He said with a smile.\n\nThe Macen blushed as Amos talked about kissing people. He stuttered a little, as he scratched the back of his neck. \"U-uh, th-that's a... Good point.\" He said, nervously chuckling. \"It has been... Quite the conversation, considering everything. I just met you, and here we are, talking about our past, and having kissed.\" He'd chuckle, scratching his neck again." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"Well, if he left any journals or letters about, that would be a place to start,\" Amos said, knowing well how some Nobles simply loved to pen letters as though it made them more important. Granted, his Grandfather might not have been one of those sorts, but it was *Somewhere* To start. He paused a moment on the thought, then shrugged, \"How did you get started in Mercenary work anyway? Just tired of the farm?\" If Amos was going to seek an employment that didn't require him to return to the same area time and time again, well, he had to figure something out.\n\nHe chuckled at the Macen's words, thinking before nodding, \"The unknown tends to be scary until you dive into it, I suppose. Then it's suddenly much more managable.\" He watched Alde feel his lips and smirked. \"And if you want to be kissed again, you can just ask you know.\"\n\nAlde blushed, and Amos thought before smiling, \"Well it's not a bad conversation. The last two I mostly lied about everything.\" Which didn't mean he wasn't prepared to lie *Now*, but so far Alde was not the sort to be pushy for information. \"So, generally it's been a much better conversation.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He listened to Amos, nodding a little. He laughed a little in agreement over while not succeeding in really anything to save the day, he did make coin. And who knows maybe one of those swords or armors he helped make, allowed someone else to win a fight and save the day themselves. \"Well, maybe I haven't saved the day, but perhaps someone who ended up buying one of the blades or armor I made, did. And in a way, that is enough for me.\" He said.\n\nHe blushed a little when Amos pointed out how he was over the blush, and he shifted a little when Amos tucked his arm around him. He blushed once more when the 'Oni' kissed his temple, though he relaxed overall. \"I... Guess I didn't get over it as much as I had thought.\" He said, with an embarrassed chuckle. \"Though, this is quite nice overall.\"\n\nHe thought over what Amos said about a masked individual stalking them, and thought over it. He scratched his chin, and nodded slowly. \"Oh, I thought you meant you had been lying to *Me*.\" He said, with a little chuckle. \"Well in the case of a masked individual stalking me... I don't think I'd have told them much either.\"" }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"Seems as if perhaps being a blacksmith is somehow a little more fulfilling to you than adventuring,\" Amos noted, shrugging. \"Though maybe I'm reading too far into it? It seems as if you find some fulfillment from it, however, that you enjoy. It's certainly a respectable position and job though. Not one I ever learned about. I don't think I learned much about *Any* Trades.\"\n\nHe smirked as Alde flushed again, putting his hand lightly on Alde's head so the Macen could rest his head. \"Good. I don't like making people uncomfortable unless they deserve it.\" He felt him relaxing and smiles, brushing his hand through his hair. \"This isn't bad though.\"\n\nHe blinked, then laughed, \"Lying to you? No. You're not digging for information you don't need, or generally being an odd, vaguely threatening specter.\" He lightly kissed his head again, then looked at the sky, measuring the time. \"Where are you going from here? Off to work more as a Mercenary?\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He thought over the thought of blacksmithing, and he shrugged. \"Well, it pays the expenses of living, certainly... But I don't think its something I'd want to do for the rest of my life. Forging equipment is useful however. I must admit. Something about adventuring just... Feeds the soul, I guess that smithing doesn't.\" \n\nAlde said, with a shrug. He wasn't sure if he would settle into a more permanent business of smithing. He never really thought of making it work though. He scratched at his chin on the idea, and shrugged a little. \"It just seemed wise for me to learn a trade that benefited my career. Though looking back, perhaps osmething like animal husbandry would've been better. Breed horses or something.\"\n\nHe leaned his head into Amos' hand, thinking as his hair was brushed by the other man. \"Understandable. Sometimes people do deserve to be in uncomfortable situations. Though, I guess that's rather natural overall to think so, least I imagine so.\"\n\nHe laughed a little, as he relaxed more. \"I suppose that's fair, yeah. I'm glad you don't think I'm prying, I was almsot worried when I had been thinking you were refering to me, on lying.\" He said, with a shrug and a chuckle.\n\nHe thought over what he'd do next. \"Well, I'm not sure really. I've been traveling a lot lately. Maybe I'll park my wagon somewhere, and just... Spend a few days to relax. Oh!, yeah I have a wagon, I sort of... Live in it.\" He said, with a small laugh. \"It is maybe not the most spacious, or comfortable thing, but... It works. And maybe someday I will settle down somewhere for a home...\" He said, thinking it over." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"Well, if you ever decide to make a permanent home, it can pay the bills between outings of adventuring I imagine. Though, not exactly cheap to start up,\" He says, shrugging, \"But that's where adventuring comes in now, along with saving money. If you ever plan on laying down roots at least, or having a base of operations.\" He paused at the idea of animal husbandry and chuckled. \"Somehow seems like you wouldn't mind working with animals, even if the idea of farm life is so boring to you. That would be a good job as well, though it would also take some time.\"\n\n\"I don't think I would mind raising animals, though I don't think I'll make it to that point,\" He mused, though he didn't sound upset about it. Feeling Alde's lean he continued to stroke his hair, closing his eyes. \"But being able to raise something and take care of it wouldn't be a bad way to live.\"\n\nOpening his eyes he chuckled, \"Well, plenty of people deserve uncomfortable situations, but I would agree that wanting such folks to be uncomfortable is natural. It's ah... Satisfying I suppose to see people experience Karma.\" He smiled, \"And so far I've asked you more questions than you have me. I'm fine, and I'm comfortable. Just thinking a bit.\"\n\n\"A wagon? Really?\" He smirks, \"I've just been traveling on foot. I have a bedroll and that seems to be working well enough. I'll admit, I haven't been able to tolerate the indoors for the past year or so, so I just stay outside and travel as often as possible.\" He exhaled, \"As for settling down, having a home doesn't mean not traveling. It just means being able to have a place to return to and relax. Right now, it sounds like that's your wagon. Even if it's not spacious or comfortable. A home is a home.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He thought over the thought of home, nodding. He laughed a little, when Amos mentioned he probably wouldn't mind animals, an shrugged a little. \"Well, maybe it would. I've never really put a lot of thought into a back-up career, though I probably should. I can't adventure all my life in the end, even if that day is decades from now.\" He said, nodding a little.\n\nHe smiled a little, when Amos mentioned raising animals. \"I think, it'd be interesting watching you raise animals. You might make them mature faster teasing them.\" He teased a little, laughing. He relaxed against the other's hand overall. \"It certainly can't be a bad way to live, no. Maybe it'd be more worthwhile than adventuring, but I don't know. My farm only had a few animals.\"\n\n\"Indeed, and I am glad you agree on that. I never really thought much on it, normally. It felt strange to think about imagining Karma getting back at them.\" He admitted, with a soft shrug.\n\n\"Yeah, it works for the most part, but I usually worry about my horses when I am resting in my wagon. Wouldn't take much to just cut them free and steal them, though... Thankfully that's partially the benefit of being in remote areas to park for the night, you know?\" He said, with a shrug. \"I guess that's fair, home is where the heart is, I've heard many people say. Indeed a home is a home in the end.\" He agreed, with a nod and a happy sigh." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "He felt his head tip to rest lightly on the Macen's as he continued stroking the man's hair. It was surprisingly nice really. Thinking a moment he shrugged, \"Back up, or supplementary. And you're right, you can't just keep adventuring and the day you can't could be decades from now, or much sooner considering injuries that can be gained through that line of work.\" He looks up towards the sky and the sun's placement, thinking. \"Always have a back up plan; It's something everyone should do, or have.\"\n\nThen Alde took his turn to tease, and Amos laughed, amused. \"There the confidence you would assume an adventurer to have,\" He said, round about teasing him even if it was an encouraging statement as well. \"And it may be, though it would also *Help* Your adventuring I imagine. Raising dogs for tracking, or breeding them. Horses, as you mentioned before.\" He smiled a bit, then kissed Alde again, lightly, before listening again. \n\n\"Well, there's a fair few people I wouldn't mind wishing a sort of Karma on, but one is older than I am and probably near the end of her life. ...The other can go off and fuck himself, I suppose, but I can't claim to have enough anger left at either to wish anything other than discomfort on,\" He admits, tone light and almost comical despite what he's said. Granted, maybe he really just doesn't have the energy to wish much else anymore.\n\nHe raised his brows a moment hearing the concern of losing his horses, \"Well... A summons could help with that, but it's been quite a few years since I studied anything like that.\" He paused then, \"Though I don't have anywhere to go, or anything to do really, so if you want someone to keep an eye on the horses when you're resting I have time to do it.\" To the rest he nodded and smiled, \"It also sounds as though you enjoy your home right now, even if it is a wagon.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He relaxed further more as Amos laned into him, and he thought over what he said. \"Yeah. Back up plans are important.\" He agreed, and chuckled a little. He thought over the encouraging statement. \"Perhaps it would, yeah. Dogs... Huh, I never really thought of that. Could certainly be useful.\" He said, with a nod. He had things to think over for sure, as he returned the light kiss.\n\nHe listened to Amos' opinion on the whole situation of Karma, and wishing it upon others. He felt there was a bit of a story there as it was, and debated asking about it. \"Yeah, I know the feeling actually, ages back the farm I lvied on got raided by bandits on a regular enough basis that we were suffering, but infrequent enough for any real help. Sometiems I wonder if the lord who owned the land, was actually hiring them to raid us, so we couldn't keep up with payment or something.\" He admitted, shrugging.\n\n\"Well... That could work, but I prefer to focus with summoning on my own form of back-up, some armed guards. Helps with the image I like to think, of a skilled mercenary, and his silent guards...\" He thought over Amos' offer, thinking it through. \"Well... That's an idea. I will have to think about that. I guess it his home in a way, but I'd prefer more permanent lodging in a sense. I don't really know what I want for a *True* Home you could say I suppose.\" He said with a laugh." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "Finally, Amos felt himself begin to relax. He didn't feel taxed for once or on edge, constantly making up lies to suit another person, and he felt himself warming to the idea of maybe keeping around the Macen a bit longer. \"Dogs make good companions in general, if I recall. My sister kept a retired hunting dog until the end of its life. It was loyal enough to her and she said she made coin from the pups it helped bring into the world. Even if she did have a habit of letting it 'accidentally' nip at people she disliked.\"\n\nHe let Alde return the kiss and smiled. \"Now this is nice,\" He says quietly, before pausing to listen and frowning. \"Never much dealt with bandits, but I don't have much for anyone to take at this point. Though I recall my mother employing a similar tactic to try and extort families. Granted, that would have been before your time and more than likely closer to your grandfather's time.\" As Alde previously seemed curious about the workings of nobles, Amos took in a breath before explaining. \"A family that can't keep up with their payments has few choices; After all, they *Can* Be removed from the land, but it doesn't do anyone much good unless someone else is ready to be moved in. Therefore, the next best thing is *Indentured servitude.* That being; The noble pays for food and lodging, but they no longer make a wage as they work for the Noble who takes the money. It's usually a contract of years instead of debt to be paid, so... Typically a Noble will stand to benefit most. At the end, sometimes, the Noble gives the family land in exchange for freedom. It's like slavery, just.. I suppose with more rights.\"\n\nHe nodded but chuckled, \"I don't think I know any Summons anymore. I did when I was younger, but it became less and less important to practice and.. Now I barely remember how to make the contract.\"You're right though, appearances are important.\" As he said he wasn't sure what he wanted for a true home, Amos paused, \"Well, if you could put anything in such a home, what would you place there?\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He noted Amos seemed to finally begin to relax, nodding a little. \"Huh, well that could be something to look into then, yeah.\" He said, nodding. He listened as Amos spoke of his family, listening intently as it was.\n\nHe furrowed his brow at the commment of it being back in his grandgather's time. He felt he couldn't help but ask. \"My... Grandfather's time? Wouldn't your mother still have been quite young at best back then? I can't imagine she's old, you don't seem all that older than myself?\"\n\nHe tried to wrap his head around the whole thing, scratching his chin. \"I am... Quite confused, but I wouldn't be surprised if that was what was going on in the shadows of the whole thing. The man my family worked for, wasn't exactly the most generous, or merciful noble ever born. Man wanted coin, and lots of it certainly. Though one day the bandits just... Stopped without another word, when my sister joined up with them to sotp the raids. Never did find out what happened, because the guards went to clear them out a week or so after. You could say its what caused me to start being an adventurer actually.\"\n\nHe nodded about the fact of summons, and their usefulness in appearances, and such. He smiled a little, at the thought. \"IT takes time to rememebr, certainly, though I think if you try hard enough you might remember your contract.\" He said, reassuringly.\n\n\"What I'd put in such a home... Well... Somewhere I could set up a smithy I guess would be ideal. A forge, and anvil, the tools I need. And then the roaring fire of the forge should be all I'd really need. I think at least. I'm not really sure in the end, what I'd want for it to be home, well and truly.\"" }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "There was a brief moment where he considered just lying again. It was his easy go to, and an easy out all things considered, but he also remembered how displeased Alde had looked about the idea of being lied to. He sighed, but said, \"She would have been, yes, and I suppose I would have been a child or close to one still. I don't think my brother had yet been born, but she may have been carrying him.\" Granted that put Amos' age at least in the hundreds which... Oni's usually met the end of their lifespan somewhere in there. \n\nAmos left that alone for the moment however, nodding as he said, \"It can become a bit tricky, but it's essentially a tactic for making money.\" Listening he paused, \"You sister joined up with the bandits, or those seeking to clear them out? Either way impressive to take it upon herself to do so. And it sounds as if, in the very least, she accomplished something. I could see how it would encourage you to begin adventuring though.\" His sister, honestly, sounded quite brave to Amos being willing to take on a group or join them for her family's safety.\n\nPausing he smiled a bit at Alde's encouragement, then let out a breath, \"I can try. And Alde, I'm an elf, not an Oni,\" He said, clearing up that mystery. A little honesty won't hurt, right? Well... Hopefully it won't hurt. Granted, this did open things up for many questions. \n\n\"Well that gives you something to put in. You would need a place to eat and rest, as well as somewhere to put your horses up I imagine,\" He said, adding on basic necessities for Alde as they sit there. He closed his eyes, letting his head rest on the Macen and exhaling." }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "At first Alde was left with *Considerably* More questions than before. He thought it over, as Amos spoke of his family. He wondered about their strangely love life-span, and it made him more confused. \"I... See...?\" He said, uncertaintly, over it all. \"That... Certianly puts you older than I was expecting.\" He admitted, with a nervous chuckle.\n\n\"She uh, joined the bandits. They moved on when she did, I assume, or were lazing that week, and caught unprepared. Either way, a week later, the guards marched on their ca,[. Amd that's all I know of the situation. The guards refused to speak on the matter, even after a few drinks as I heard from my father. So, I personally assume it wasn't a fun time for anyone. And yeah, it sort of inspired me, though not in the same way, thankfully.\"\n\nHe laughed only a little, thinking back as it was. \"It really was brave of her though...\" He sighed in relief when Amos explained his race, though he found himself with more questions. He decided not to pry immediately however, since he wasn't sure how he wanted to ask. ``How come you look like an Oni?`` He could just picture the conversation as something he wasn't prepared for, or possibly offending Amos somehow.\n\n\"Well, yeah. I figured those were a bit obvious overall. Well... Yeah, they're needed too for sure.\" He said, shrugging a little, as he tried to think it all over. He wasn't sure what else to say or add at this point as it was, and chose to relax in the moment." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"Well thank you, then,\" Amos said, smirking at the comment of him being 'older than expected'. That was an understatement, but instead of becoming uncomfortable he took it as an opportunity to take it as a faux compliment. \"I know I'm at least a hundred and fifty at this point, give or take a few years. I didn't really have a way to keep track of time for a while so it gets a bit fuzzy.\"\n\nHe listened to the tale of Alde's sister, opening his eyes and nodding. \"I hope she moved on then. It's possible you could run into her again eventually,\" He said, though he was not sure if he would see her as an ally or an enemy. He didn't mention this thought either. He didn't want to distress the man. \"I assume your mother was relieved you decided to be an adventurer and not join up with bandits?\" A light tease despite Amos' thoughts of it.\n\nHe waited for Alde to ask more of it, or pry about it, but he didn't. He just seemed relieved to know what exactly Amos was. He let out a breath, kissing Alde's temple and then smiling, \"Well, it is a big decision, but knowing what you *Need* Will help you make your home I imagine. Also, are you planning on letting others stay? Summons, or people to help you adventure or do mercenary work?\" He tipped his head back. \"We more or less stayed at home given we were expected to take on tasks mother and father gave to us, so I suppose I'm used to big homes.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He nodded a little at the thanking, and shrugged. \"No uh, problem.\" He said, still wasn't sure how to react overall to the knowledge Amos was over a hundred and thirty years older than him. He furrowed his brow, as he thought over the fact, unsure how to really react.\n\nHe recovered quickly enough to hear Amos speak about the blonde's own sister. He took in a breath, and shrugged once more. \"I don't know what I'd do if I even did run into her again. As a bandit she is a criminal, at large, and thus must be brought to justice of course, but... It is family.\" The blonde had thought of the fact before as it was. \"Well... She didn't *Want* Me to go at all, I suppose as a mercenary might've softened the blow overall. I haven't had much of a chance to go back and find out as of now, how she thinks of it.\" He admitted.\n\nAlde was still coming to terms with the fact Amos was actually an Elf and not an Oni as it was. He had questions, but once more he decided to wait to ask. He didn't want to offend the Elf by any chance, an so decided to answer Amos' questions. \"Well... I have no qualms about getting others to join really. I was hoping people would... This is uh, actually the second attempt you could say of forming my own mercenary group overall. I had two people before, but... Well the work never really took off, and one of them all but disappeared without a trace. The other I keep in contact with when I can.\"\n\n\"Most likely I will attempt to use a mix of summons and people. I don't know how big I'll start with, I figured if I did something... More permanent I'd just buy some tents, and settle a camp somewhere for now, actually.\" He admitted, thinking it over. \"Well my wagon too, of course.\" He added." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "He looked at Alde as he seemed to be processing, pausing before speaking, \"If you want, I can stop.\" He was an ass, and he liked to tease, but there were a few lines that he didn't like to cross anymore. Maybe it was because he'd gone softer as he aged. More than likely it was experience at this point. Shame though he actually was enjoying having some positive contact.\n\n\"Well, it sounds as if she made her choice from a difficult position. Yes, she is a criminal now, and I would imagine the black and white response is that she must be brought to justice... But many people make difficult choices when faced with a crisis, or their own injustices. A slaver isn't breaking the law depending on their place of business, but I'm quite sure a handful of individuals might take exception to it. But, that would also be breaking the law,\" Amos said quietly, considering the two sides. \"And given your mother loves you, I don't feel as if she would have been happy with any job putting her now only child at risk,\" He says with a smirk.\n\nHe withdrew his hand from Alde's hair after a moment or so, listening and focusing again. \"So this is the second attempt?\" He said, smiling, \"I hope it goes well then, and having a base of operation I imagine would help. Tents and a camp is a good place to start with, and having Summons would help with the image. As well as keep unsavory folk away during the night, I imagine. It's less ideal to go after a camp with people awake and aware.\"\n\nHe gave it a bit more thought, then he shrugged, \"I'll join, if it doesn't bother you.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He shook his head a little, when Amos mentioned he could stop if te blonde prefered. \"N-no its not that its just... I guess its a lot to take in, tat you're you know... Older than me, by over a hundred years, about a hundred and thirty at that.\" He said, still really comig to trms with the full knowledge of hi first kiss having been with someone that much older tan him.\n\n\"Yeah, it was a difficult position, I will agree. But sadly, even if one despises Slavery, so long as no laws are broken, and its on grounds where it is legal, one can't really act. If we break the law to solve a problem, its no better than the criminals themselves really.\" He said, shrugging a little. \"She probably does to a degree, but I think she'd rather I been a farm-hand all my life, and not be fighting.\" He admitted.\n\n\"Hopefully yes this new attempt will go better. I might go for actual buildings in the future, but that would be a fair time from now, if ever... Well maybe something permanent for a forge, but either way. Well, keeping them away is why I plan to set up somewhere outside of towns and such. Summons should help in that regard, yeah. And no, I don't really mind it, personally. The more the merrier.\" He said, with a smile." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "That caused him to laugh quietly, shrugging, \"If you wish, I don't really count the last hundred or so. I didn't do much and they passed, more or less, as a blur. I only figured out about how many years it was by the date when I came back to these parts.\" Which was true enough, but didn't really change how old he was. \"My sister is older than I am. My brother is younger by twenty years or so. Assuming they're alive at least.\"\n\nHearing Alde's stance on slavery, he chuckles quietly even while he rubs one of his wrists. He can feel the smooth band of skin there where he couldn't fully use his wrist, and where the constant rub removed wrinkles and detail. It was coming back slowly. \"Well, those in chains may disagree, but... That's not an uncommon view of it, I suppose.\" A very neutral response. \"Well, farm hand all you're fighting are, conceivably, the animals that are a threat to the farm and not a group of bandits, or raiders. Much safer in the end.\"\n\n\"How many people do you plan to have? And really, you could use your summons now to keep folks away, especially if you're still concerned for the horses,\" He says, nodding when he mentions making something permanent for a forge. \"At least a forge you could put in without need for housing. Could be a starting point at least to build around,\" He suggests, pausing to think, \"Most places need a starting point to build from. Forge is as good as any given it would mean you could care for your weapons easily with it.\"\n\nWhen Alde agrees, he smiles and nods. \"Well, I suppose if you've no one else then, I'll be the first one.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "Alde nodded slowly when Amos laughed quietly. He shrugged a little. \"I... Guess?\" He shrugged again. \"Seems like a strange way to remember age, but I guess, if time really blurred together, that's understandable. You haven't talked much of your siblings, I take it... You're on bad or so terms with them?\" He asked, curious.\n\n\"Well, I don't really *Like* The idea of slavery, but it isn't against the law here in Salvainia, and even if I have issues with it, there's not much I can do against it, that wouldn't be breaking the law myself. Even then I'm just one mercenary.\" He noted Amos rubbing his wrist, feeling he just offended a former slave.\n\nHe listened to his comment on what Alde was fighting, and laughed a little. \"Yeah, usually that's pretty accurate I'd say, to be safer than fighting directly against raiders, bandits, or the like.\" He agreed.\n\n\"Well... I don't know how many I'd want at most, but I figure... Seven at most? Excluding any summons. Means some can go on jobs, and someone's watching camp is the hope. A forge would be useful yeah. I guess I could compile costs sometime soon, and get it figured out for myself if need be.\" He admitted, thinking it over.\n\n\"As of now, yeah you'll be the first member of this new group.\" Alde said, with a nod, and a smile." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "He smirked, \"Bad terms is a way to put it. We had a very competitive household that was encouraged, to say the least, as my Mother never forgave herself for having the misfortune of bearing three children and Father wanted the best of us to be running things. It tended to pit us against one another and I suppose there was some bad blood between the lot of us for it. I haven't seen them in a century, though, and I suppose some of that animosity has died down on my end. At least I won't be seeking them out and trying to make a pest of myself.\" He let out a breath, pausing, \"Though I'm not sure if they feel the same.\" Considering the steppe elf that had recently died, he was quite sure they didn't feel the same.\n\n\"I doubt many people do like the idea of slavery,\" He says with a light shrug, \"But it also tends not to be their problem to begin with. There are few folks that they know who are in it. Few who have experienced it. It's ah...\" He pauses a moment, looking up in thought. \"It's like a war in another land. No one likes the idea of it, but it also isn't something that bothers them.\"\n\nRegardless of his stance on slavery, or feeling of it, he continued onward. Though an odd thought that an elf was in slavery from nobles. Maybe he just had strong opinions of it. \"Well, it does make perfect sense then why she would rather you work the farm. Safer to fight off some wolf from livestock than an armed bandit,\" He chuckles, giving the Macen a squeeze and shouldering his bag.\n\n\"Seven is a decent number. It would mean seven places to sleep. A place to eat. A place to train, the forge, a place for horses. Starting as a camp would be ideal, and seeing if folks would be willing to perhaps help build their own spaces may help as well so it's not all coming from one place. Should lower the stress on your own coin as well,\" He said, pushing himself up to stand. He offered his hand to help Alde up. \n\n\"Well then, looks like you only need two more and you'll be doing better than before, right?\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He listened to Amos, nodding. He found the topic of the Elf's family interesting, though perhaps that was due to having a rather dull family life on the Macen's own part. He tried to picture his five siblings still back home, being rivals in their day to day lives. He chuckled a little, and shook his head, realizing he couldn't picture it no matter how hard he tried. There was barely any time to for one's self, let alone have time to be rivaling each other. \"Well I can't say I can imagine how that was like. The odd prank perhaps, but farm life was exhausting work, that left little time to one's self.\" He admitted. \"Who knows if they do feel the same, admittedly.\" He agreed.\n\nHe nodded when he heard Amos mention how few do like the idea of slavery, and he sadly had to agree with the similar example he had, with a sigh and a nod. \"Yeah... That sounds right...\" He said, realizing it was true. \"If I had proof of illegal wrong-doing of slaves it *Would* Be different in my eyes, though I would still attempt to go through the legal ways. That's how I was raised however in the end.\" He admitted with a shrug.\n\nHe decided to ask about it. \"So... A former Silnari Noble against slavery, there must be a story behind that one?\" He asked, with a shrug. \"Though, yeah I suppose the farm is safer indeed. Wolves instead of attack dogs. Rabbits instead of... I dunno, goblins I guess? Yeah that sounds like a good comparison.\" He said. \"Fucking goblins, I had so many requests to clear them out of areas, in the past, but could never find their hideouts.\"\n\nHe nodded, and thought over the idea of the group overall, he smiled a little at Amos' idea to save himself the coin. \"Well... I uh, I have a fair bit of coin stored up, that's just going to waste, spending it on the camp is no issue to me.\" He admitted, with a nervous chuckle. He took the offered hand with a nod though.\n\n\"Yeah, that's true indeed.\" He agreed with a nod." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "In the same way Alde seemed to find Amos' family interesting, Amos seemed to find Alde's curious. Granted, both families sounded quite different from one another, so perhaps that was natural. \"Pranks? I remember playing those on staff when I was a child but my sister never really had the patience for it. I tried once, and she boxed my ears for me. I never tried anything on her again until I was strong enough to retaliate if she tried that again.\" He paused though, looking over, \"What pranks did you lot play on each other anyhow?\" He was curious now what sort of humor Macen who it sounded as though worked exhausting hours got up to. He knew that he would pull some stunts during imprisonment, but what else did he have to do?\n\n\"Well, at that point I would consider if it were legal by tribal standards of the Beastkin to be taken from their homes. Or if it were in any area in which they were taken. But then it gets messy, and muddled, and is probably a conversation for another time,\" Amos said with a light nod. He was certain they could go 'round that topic for quite some time, but he felt he had already worn the idea out enough. Much more, and he might start speaking his mind frankly, and that wouldn't do well for anyone.\n\nPausing at Alde's question however he thought it over, then shrugged. \"Something like that. I humiliated my younger brother and 'stole the show' from him, as it were, and my sister was sick of me as well. So, when the opportunity arose to do so after I injured myself, they sold me off and claimed the injury killed me I assume. I'd either die in chains, escape, or eventually be removed from the country.\" He said it but didn't put much feeling behind it. There. That was out. It felt strange to have said it, but he paid it little mind for now. \"Never ran into goblins myself, but I also don't think I would want to fight anything that comes in large numbers with sharp objects, no matter what size they are. ...Though fire could certainly work on them I suppose.\" \n\nA small laugh as he pulls Alde to his feet, \"Well, far be it from me to tell you what to spend your coin on. I'm not sure how much exactly I've saved at this point, though it's not hard to save when you don't have need of much I suppose.\"\n\nHe leaned in with them both on their feet and kissed him once more. \"Well, where to now then? My only plans for the day were finding a place to rest outside of town. Can't really tolerate the indoors anymore.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He nodded a little, in agreement. \"Yea, that's probably true. That, and well, when you slept in the same room with most of your siblings, mean spirited wasn't the most advisable situation, you know?\" He said, shrugging a little. \"Yeah, responsibilities start to eat up time, especially when you are farming as it is.\" He said, nodding.\n\nHe listened then as Amos talked about his family situation, and how he probably annoyed plenty of people back in the day. \"Huh. I can't imagine it was dull for you, least.\" He said with a small chuckle. \"You seem the type to poke fun at everyone, after all, even if they don't enjoy it.\"\n\nHe thought over the points made about the use of fire. He nodded a little. \"Yeah, fire works well in many situations, even if it is not for fighting. I know some mages don't carry torches, or light fires with magic instead of having to carry such normal items like fire-starters.\" He said, and nodded. \"Yeah, I suppose for some its so important to have their wealth, even unto death itself.\" Alde supposed.\n\nThe blonde Macen's cheeks flushed, and he stammered. \"W-well, u-uh...\" He thought of how to respond. He scratched the back of his neck, awkwardly coughing as it was." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"I suppose but it hasn't stopped some. One Beastkin used to talk about his two children. They lived in a small house, really the warmest room was the main room and most of them bed down there. Regardless his two kits were a menace,\" He said, though fondly as if the stories passed on had been an endless source of warmth and amusement. It was certainly said with a different tone than when Amos spoke of his own family at least. \"Also apparently quite the pair of thieves. He'd claimed most of his white patches came from raising them.\"\n\nA pause before he smiles, \"Well, when you can't do much other than talk, you tend to learn a lot about how to harass others. And of course, when I was with my family there wasn't much I could do publicly but poke fun. So I suppose that's where I picked up my habits of sassing at others.\"\n\n\"As for not carrying a fire starter, I'd say at this point in my life carrying one as a backup seems logical, but,\" He shrugged, \"Using magic is generally more reliable. So long as you can power the spell, you can conceivably make a fire. Or light. Or water in some cases. There's a decent amount of utility in being at least somewhat versed in magic, and while some just use it to... Well, blow things up, it's also a good skill to know for general survival.\"\n\nHe tried not to grin as the Macen flushed red again and began stammering, but interestingly *Did not* Refute the idea. He started walking, chuckling, \"Well the walk will give you enough time to decide. Should be about time to check on those horses as it is.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He listened, thinking as it was. He laughed a little as Amos spoke of the Beastkin he knew of, and his two children. \"Well, I suppose soem kids do make good little thieves, and ah yes. Everyon gets whites or greys from their children.\" He said, with a laugh. \"Really seems like most parents do it.\" He said, with a small grin.\n\nHe nodded, listening again. \"Well, yeah. I suppose when you can't do much else than talk, that's a fair point.\" He agreed, and nodded a little. \"Yeah, I guess that's understandable. It isn't really something I think I would be used to even after a long time.\" He admitted.\n\nHe thought over the thought of magical uses outside of combat, and shrugged a little. \"Well, yeah. I probably will myself, even if I learn to use spells like Fireball and such. It certainly is a useful skill, and would be mostly renewable daily, though sometimes we all are tired.\" He nodded.\n\nHe coughed awkwardly, and scratched the back of his neck. \"I-I uh... Um...\" He shook his head. He was still wordless as he made his way back to where he had his wagon and horses waiting." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "He laughed, \"He said it started small. They would take coins from the church collection plate. Or items from neighbors. Sometimes a tart, or fruit from market. But then they turned it into a game and ah, it grew.\" He grins a bit, \"The old tom said the worst they ever did was, somehow, get ahold of a town guard's sword and take it home. He pitched it into a ditch and hoped no one ever learned of what they did. They were twins apparently, just.. Always did things together and I suppose encouraged one another.\"\n\nA small grin as he says, \"I think I learned well enough to handle myself. Most of the time.\" He couldn't claim to always come out on top in discussions, but he'd learned how to agree to disagree which helped just as much sometimes.\n\n\"It is useful, but you're right, we are all tired at times. That's why knowing both the mundane and magical is quite helpful at times. If one fails you, you ought to have the other. ...Also, water in a desert? Very useful,\" He comments before looking over at Alde and his apparent wordless shock, following his lead towards the horse and wagon.\n\nChuckling, he walked up and slipped his arm around Alde's waist. \"Calm down. You don't *Have* To do anything, Alde. That hasn't changed in the past few minutes.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Amos", "message": "He laughed with a nod, \"I certainly enjoyed hearing about them. It made time pass much more quickly.\" He smiled, looking up as he remembered the stories and antics, then he glances at Alde. \"He made sure they were never caught from my understanding. Did his best for them.\"\n\nA pause and smirk as Alde began to tease a bit more, seemingly coming out of his shell a little more at a time. \"Oh? Is that what you'd say?\" He asked, smirking with a bit of return fire though it all sounded good natured. \n\n\"Well, I need armor then, and ah...\" Amos hadn't really considered Knuckle Dusters before, but then he also had his own natural weaponry at hand. Still, it might not be a bad idea. \"I could give those a go. Haven't tried them before given most pits don't allow lethal moves. Bad for business I suppose.\" He then glanced at the weapon on Alde's back and smiled. \"I'll take those lessons though.\"\n\n\"Perfect stories are boring really. But,\" He says, cheerfully, \"I told one of mine, or one I know, so I believe next one will be on you unless you find someone else to join up. Which might be motivation enough to find more prospective mercenaries if you're not sure about your own stories.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He listened, scratching his chin. \"Sometimes a good story, even if it has been heard before is all it takes to make the bad times be forgotten. While it won't match a good meal, sometimes a good tale can make one forget hunger, if only for a time. I know sometimes as a child storytime was more to keep us from being impatient for dinner than for a real purpose. But maybe that only works for kids?\" He said, with a small shrug.\n\n\"I assume those who don't like you might.\" He said with a little laugh. \"Or maybe they just want you out of the ring in general.\"\n\nHe thought over the idea of training Amos, and shrugged only a little. \"Well, I imagine dead contestants don't exactly sell tickets to a pit fight.\" He joked. \"Perhaps I will, a good training buddy would be nice though... So that will be something to think about.\" He agreed.\n\n\"Perfect stories indeed are boring, but they certainly are something to talk about, if nothing else.\" He agreed. \"I'll have to try and remember some of my own for next time, yeah. We'll see how that goes. Not much that are super interesting, that I can think of at the moment, but oh well. I know I have a few, that I'm forgetting about.\"" }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"An escape is an escape,\" Amos says, nodding to Alde's poignant ideas of how a tale can make bad times and even hunger seem distant. \"It might not be literal and it may not last long, but sometimes people need an escape from what's happening around them. If that escape happens in the form of a child's story, or reminiscing over good times, well, nothing wrong with either of those then.\"\n\n\"Oh gods, definitely,\" Though he sobered up slightly at an uneasy memory. Visibly shrugging it off, he sighs, \"Well, they'll get over it one way or another.\"\n\n\"Well, yes, finding new fighters is difficult if you keep killing them. Also finding *Good* Ones is harder, and it would be irritating to keep updating the contestant board, don't you think? Though some would argue it heightens the thrill,\" He smirked then paused and nodded, kissing the Macen's temple. \"Well, that sounds fine then.\"\n\nAmos pauses before nodding an assent, \"Better than nothing at least. Though you did say you were told a few in your childhood.\" He smiles. \"Wouldn't mind hearing those sometime. See if they're anything like what I heard when I was young enough to be told stories.\"\n\n\"Not much that are super interesting, mm?\" He debated briefly, then took Alde's hand and picked up his pace slightly." }, { "author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel", "message": "He listened smiling as he nodded. \"Yeah, that is true. Sometimes an escape from reality is good. It is something we all do need at times. And true, nothing is wrong with reminiscing old times, or a childhood tale.\" He agreed, smiling. \"I can't imagine what someone would have to go through to have to really need to use such methods to protect themselves... Well, I guess I kind of do, with hunger.\" He admitted.\n\nHe laughed a little. \"I had a feeling...\" He noticed Amos seemed to remember something, and felt a little bad about it. \"Uh, sorry... And yeah they will.\" He agreed. \"If they don't it is their problem.\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Yeah, I imagine finding new blood can be hard in those cases, where you then gotta train them, and see them fight and just die against the better trained experienced fighters.\" He said, agreeing. \"No one wants to die in their first fight anyways.\" He relaxed into the kiss to his temple, with a smile. \"Yeah, I guess it would add to the thrill, and it does sound fine overall.\"\n\nHe smiled and nodded. \"Yeah, it certainly beats nothing when needed. I'll be sure to try and remember then.\" He promised.\n\nHe stiffened a little when Amos took his hand, and he blushed a little. He coughed embarrassedly. \"Well, I don't know if they'll be interesting to you, I should say...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Reports of livestock missing was the first thing to come in. People assumed it was nothing, just poor herders or some bold wolves or perhaps worst case scenario a bear. Then people started missing, and someone assumed it was some kind of \"Banditry\" Situation - this is after all near Mentia. So when an entire detachment of soldiers went missing, people began to panic. Hunters, specifically monster hunters were called to this far region of Salvainia. Promises of high pay and \"A glorious hunt\" Led many of them here - whatever brought Ishikawa, is up to himself to determine, but that doesn't change that he's now standing in an amphitheater sitting on the stone benches shoulder to shoulder with at least a hundred other monster hunters. \n\nA hunched over man stands at the bottom of the amphitheater. The man is old by all accounts, having grey hair and wrinkly skin - his eyes dart nervously around and he tugs at the collar of his well made suit before announcing \"As you all know already, there have been reports of missing peoples and livestock. Recently, when we sent a small detachment of soldiers into the forest to deal with the never-do-wellers we assumed were there they never came back. This, uh lead us to believe it was something not exactly human. You've all already been paid the fifty silver \"Show up\" Reward, and um whoever manages to bring back the head of whatever is causing this disturbance gets fifty gold.\" He coughs, clearing his throat causing an attendant to run up to the stage. The man whispers something into the attendents ear before turning back to face the crowd and saying \"You can start now, or tomorrow, or the day after. It doesn't matter how much preparation you need as long as you bring in the uh beast.\"" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa shifted uncomfortably as he glanced around the room. He generally preferred to work on his own. Sighing quietly, the Kitsunes ears flicked slightly, listening more to those around him than the man speaking. He didn't care much about the reward, nor the hunt itself. \n\nThe hunter had been dormant for a matter of months after his encounter with the Winter Wolves. He had been focusing on caring for the pups... And his own, old wounds. His hand still shook, though much less than after it had been first healed. The scars, faded slightly... The scarring in his mind, would take far longer, if it went away at all. Regardless, he had come to this place, and it was too late to go back, even if he was starting to have reservations about it. Before he would think to himself that only the gods could tell what will happen, but now... Now he was unsure. Perhaps Lucien was right... __Lucien__.. Shivering slightly, the Kitsune closed his eyes, taking a moment to clear his mind. He'd need it.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "One of the larger men on his right is chatting with a man covered in scars - catching them mid conversation Ishikawa manages to pick up: \"Honestly think they need to bump it up to one hundred gold. I mean an entire company of men-at-arms wiped off the face of the earth?\", \"I don't know about you but I'm going to get an early start and head off immediately.\" He manages to pickup on a conversation from a huntress in the row below him, who mentions \"I've never heard of any beasts that managed to take out an entire company of soldiers before. Like, I've heard of beasts who managed to wipe out poorly defended caravans sure but...\" Someone else seems to be speaking with her, and Ishikawa cannot pick up on what they are saying but the woman replies \"Well yeah, I know the forest is thick...\"\n\nIt seems most conversations either relate to how high or low the pay is, what time they're going to be leaving, what they believe they will be needing, or about how odd it is that an entire company of soldiers were wiped out. A man with bright orange hair, dark green eyes, and fair skin turns to look at Ishikawa and says \"Any clues on what could do something like this? Never in all my years of monster hunting have I ever encountered a situation like this...\"" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*If he weren't so close to the others, he'd shake his head. Now was not the time to think about payment. Ishikawa was likely much, much younger than those around him. Oftentimes he'd be mistaken for a boy, not a man. In some ways, he still was a boy. He did not think himself better than those around him, he acknowledged their experience, their age... However, he felt they underestimated the nature of what a \"Monster\" Was, as many did. Absentmindedly, he ran his fingers over the scar on his neck, grimacing slightly. \n\nHe looked over to the orange haired man, looking down as he took a moment to think. His hand never left his neck.* \n\n\"I've seen a good number of things in the small amount of time I've been out, things that shouldn't exist, by any measure.. But it's very possible it's not a beast at all.\"\n\n*Ishikawa's voice softened, and became quieter.* \n\n\"Oftentimes the real monsters come from a place one might not expect.\" \n\"Whatever it is, I have no doubt it's sentient.\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He nods along in agreeance as he replies \"Besides, the only beast I know that could do something like this lives in the ocean.\" He holds his arms out and scans the horizon with them, well, as best as he can with how packed the area is and continues \"And last I checked the ocean was quite some distance away!\" He laughs, before turning serious again and stating \"If what you're saying is true though, I doubt anyone of us, or all of us, could take on whatever killed those men-at-arms.\" He falls to a whisper and leans forwards to Ishikawa \"But I've heard we don't have much of a choice, since the local duke himself sent a detachment out here to make sure *None* Of us leave before that beast is slain.\" He leans back and resumes his earlier position, eyes scanning the crowd and the areas capable of being seen outside of the Amphitheater." } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The man rises from the bleacher in turn, clapping his calloused had upon Saitos and stating with confidence \"You can call me William Ernest. We should get out of here, somewhere more... Acceptable towards hunters like ourselves.\" He leans in once more and speaks in a hushed tone \"We don't want to be overheard by any of the guards or those hunters who are less scrupulous.\" With that finished he releases his grip upon Ishikawa's arm and walks off, making his way down the bleachers and out of the amphitheater. By now, it seems, many others have the same idea and have also begun to file out of the amphitheater. It wouldn't be hard to follow after Ernest, but if Saito wanted to do something else he could very well to do so." }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa raised an eyebrow. This man was planning... Something. What it was he couldn't tell quite yet, but it would be more interesting than simply getting the tar beaten out of oneself by a monster. He nods, and follows the other out of the theatre, moving in-between the other hunters with ease. To look less conspicuous, he'd focus on his hawk, gently scratching the top of his head, not much needing to pay attention to where he was going given his exceptional hearing.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He weaves his way through the streets, whilst many seem to be heading for the higher level bars - general stores, or other places of business (such as a local blacksmith) he seems to be heading directly for the \"Downtown\" Of this location. Within this poorer part of town, he makes a beeline for the less reputable tavern - the one guards rarely visit unless they're here to arrest someone. If Ishikawa follows him indoors he will find that he took the corner table and is currently chatting with the waiter. Upon noticing Ishikawa he'd subtly signal for him to come over. The clients of this establishment are ruffians of all kinds, but mostly the \"Large and bulky\" Neverdoweller kinds. No one pays him any mind though, even if he does have a hawk on his arm." } ]

[ { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*He made no sound as he followed the other man, his footsteps muted, like as if he were on a hunt. He didn't mind being in the poorer side of town, as that is where he had resided for a long time before he was able to acquire a home for himself. He seemed a little uneasy as he entered the tavern, though the reason was unclear. It didn't seem to be the patrons.. Ishikawa would sit across from him, the hawk hopping off of his shoulder and onto his lap. He grimaced slightly.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Ernest looks from right to left, scanning the room like a hawk before pulling out what looks to be a chunk of wood from a napsack hanging off to the right side of his self. Placing it upon the table and pushing it over to Ishikawa he asks in a hushed tone \"You know what this is?\" His tone imparts a feeling of unease, mostly due to the hurried speech. It looks like a normal piece of wood, covered in bark - but one strange thing presents itself. The wood occasionally pulses, a very faint green glow emanating from the crevices in the bark. Clearly something that isn't ordinary..." }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa leaned forwards to look at the block of wood in front of himself, squinting at it as he took a moment to observe all parts of it. His ears folded down slightly as he did, his body language portraying a sense of nervousness about the object. His twin tails swayed slowly, as if he was preparing to hypothetically pounce on it. The hawk on his lap flapped its wings as it backed away from it, causing the Kitsune to grimace once again, leaning back as he attempted to calm the bird down with gentle petting. He shook his head.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He snatches the piece of wood away and throws it back into the sack upon witnessing Ishikawa shake his head. He then takes a deep breath, seemingly preparing himself and then stating \"It's living wood. Yes, I know all wood is living but this kind of wood is signature of a special nature spirit which lives within forests. The kind of spirit which goes on wanton massacres whenever anything encroaches upon its territory. Those spirits are strong as hell and it makes perfect sense as to why an entire group of men-at-arms disappeared.\" If Ishikawa makes no verbal response then Ernest would signal to one of the bar wenches to bring her over to the table, and would then order a tall tankard of booze. The finest booze they have, and would give the lady ten silver to make sure." } ]

[ { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa stood up, nodding. He wasn't looking forwards to what they were going to have to do. He hoped he was strong enough. He had been weakened by his past experiences, and he didn't want to be responsible for the death of another, especially this one. Ernest had been the first person he had connected with in a long time.* \n\n\"I'll meet you there, there are some things I'll need.\"\n\n*Ishikawa followed him outside, yet, if he turned back once they had exited the tavern, Ishikawa would be nowhere to be seen. The Kitsune had run off, his footsteps dulled to the point of almost no sound.*\n\n*After a few minutes, the sound of hooves would meet Ernests ears, and Ishikawa would come into view, riding a horse. He murmured to the creature to stop, and he would dismount, hitching it to a nearby tree and grabbing a bow from the saddle. The hawk was still with him, and he whistled to it, the bird moving from his shoulder onto the saddle.* \n\n\"Stay here, both of you.\" \n\n*He gave the hawk a gentle pat, then turned back to Ernest.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "His arms are crossed and he is leaning against the stone archyway. He pushes himself off the wall and walks forwards stating clearly \"I have a general idea of where this creature may be. But we'd be really stupid to go after it directly, since it's likely expecting that - I would not be surprised if it's done in quite a few people who tried that method. However, there is a way we can reach the creature indirectly. There's an old mine or underground structure of some kind that I spotted embedded in a hill - if it has an exit where I think it does we should be able to sneak up behind it. What do you think?\"" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa took a moment to consider Ernests proposal. Structures like that weren't always the most reliable, however, they were going after a creature that was capable of killing an entire attachment of men... He was also best at stealth, and being able to take the creature out from afar was their best chance of survival.* \n\n\"It seems like the only option we have, realistically. However...\" \n\n*Ishikawa murmured quietly.* \n\n\"I'm not sure if it's a risk we can take, when this is already so risky...\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He puts a hand on his hip and rubs at his chin with the other. He scrunches his brow in contemplation before stating \"It beats waiting for the soldiers to close in on us, right? What's the saying... Ahhh better to die standing then on your knees? We shouldn't waste anymore time, I've already got all my stuff and it seems like you do too. We should be able to reach the entrance by nightfall and I have all we need to make camp.\" He walks through the stone archway and down a trail into the forest, pausing just before going out of sight to make sure that Ishikawa follows suit." } ]

[ { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*The Kitsune sighed, nodding. Most of the time he had interacted with Ernest, he hid his emotions, preferring to keep his face neutral, but now that they were about to enter the forest, he looked worn-down, tired. Ishikawa was young, but he suddenly had a look of being much older than he was, the experiences of the past having aged him physically more than he should.* \n\n\"I suppose...\"\n\n*He turned back to look at his animals before following the other, sighing quietly before walking past him into the forest.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He jogs up and ahead of Ishikawa and states \"Hey! Where do you think you're going? Haha, I'll lead the way since I know where we're going.\" He doesn't comment on Ishikawa's mood as he chalks it up to nerves or something of that sort. Not his place to pry anyway, afterall he hardly knows the guy! Regardless, he takes point and begins to lead them through the forest. The trees grow thicker and thicker and the trail less used the deeper they go - until eventually, what looks to be bricks in the earth can be seen. Not many, and most are displaced - either sunken or pushed out of the earth but it's a clear sign of a trail. Ernest comments \"We're on the right track. If we follow this road\" *He points west wards* \"That way we should reach the mine by the end of the day.\"" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa didn't say much of anything as a response, but he gave a quick nod. His ears swiveled as they continued on, listening carefully to the sounds of the forest. His hair was on its end, and he was cautious about every step. While they weren't supposed to be near where the creature resided, it could never hurt to be careful.. His voice was hushed.* \n\n\"Alright..\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Another long walk of silence with minimal interruptions. Creatures scatter upon their approach and they occasionally must exert effort getting over fallen logs, or traversing uneven earth. Eventually they come upon a small clearing next to a cliff-face. In the side of the cliff is a medium sized hole presumably leading to the mine. Old timbers keep the earth from collapsing inwards, what looks to be the remains of a camp from long ago lays in front of the mine. A dug out pit with a ring of rocks around it alongside two rotting logs placed on opposing sides of the fire pit." } ]

[ { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa surveyed the surrounding area. Even if this old camp seemed relatively safe, he doubted he'd be sleeping tonight. He found he'd been doing that increasingly more often, a way to stave off the nightmares that plagued him... A wistful look crossed his face for a moment, but it quickly passed as he slowly made his way to the pit in the middle, his ears swiveling as he listened for any sounds out of the ordinary... Or none at all. Oftentimes, silence was the most telling sign of danger.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Birds chirp in the distance, faint sounds of mice moving between the nearby grass. Nature is around them - and it doesn't seem panicked in the slight. However, a foreboding din sound can be heard from within the cave - it does not sound like it comes from a natural source, but the cave may have just had a rock fall causing an echo. Regardless Ernest approaches the fire pit and asks \"Do you think you could start a fire if I get some wood? I'll set up our tent afterwards.\" He slings off the travel pack on his back and lays it against one of the wooden logs. He takes a small wood axe off it and awaits Ishikawas response." }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa had some experience with caves, having been raised in cold, mountainous region. Mines made him nervous, as they harbored far more places for creatures to hide, not to mention the prevalence of bad air and the always present danger of a collapse. His ears stood straight up as he stared into the mouth of the cave, sniffing the air to see if he could pick up anything strange. The Kitsune turned halfway to face Ernest, still keeping one eye on the cave as he did.* \n\n\"I can do that, yes.\" \n\n*He wondered how much Ernest was able to pick up about him. If everything went well, then they would be able to go their separate ways afterwards, and never see each other again. More for Ernests sake. Ishikawa didn't want the disappearance of another to weigh on him. Keeping his distance... Was best. Even if he was lonely.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The air smells quite normal... Except for some strange smell - one of death, though that may be from the nearby wilds. Plenty of creatures die and rot, right? He can't tell if it's coming from the cave or not... Regardless Ernest fishes out a tinder box from the pack and tosses it to Ishikiwa before stating \"I'll be back in no time. There should be some fire starter in that tinder box, don't be afraid to use it.\" He then disappears into woods and not soon after the steady sound of wood being split can be heard. Clearly, he is hard at work gathering wood." }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*He decided, he wouldn't be sleeping tonight. Concern from Ernest be damned, it wasn't safe enough to do so. He'd let Ernest sleep, he had the feeling he could handle himself... And he didn't want to worry his companion.\n\nHe caught the Tinder box, still not completely turning to face Ernest as he gave a nod. He didn't think he'd need to use it.* \n\n*As he watched Ernest disappear into the woods, he took a moment, not moving until he heard the sound of wood splitting. Then, he went to begin starting a small fire, putting some tinder down before attempting to create a spark with his hunting knife and a piece of flint he carried with him.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey would stare silently at the new person before him. His wolfish ears twitching as he hears the gentle murmur of Juna's words. A tone that seemed rather low for the distance between the two. The mercenary however was a beast, sensitive to sight, sound, and smell. He raises an eyebrow at the girl's question, shaking his head in response.*\n\n\"No. You okay?\"\n\n*Spoke the wolf in his deeper tone that was reserved yet sympathetic, seemingly aware of her distracted mind.*\n\"Isn't wise to walk alone... Care to take a walk?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yeah... Yeah I'm fine...\"*She'd say in a distant tone. Her ears threatened to lower upon her head, though it seemed she was fighting to allow her ears to give away how she felt internally. It was impossible to control them at times, but still, she tried. At his statement of it not being wise to walk alone, Juna would turn her gaze in the direction she was originally heading in.*\n\n\"Oh... Right...\"*Juna had to admit for a brief moment, she had forgotten the lack of her Jackal's presence. She had become so used to him running off ahead that it had just now occurred to her that she was truly traveling alone. The last time she had done that, she was traveling through Lymia and she had ended up lost without him. Salvania was different, however, she knew the place rather well. At least, she thought she did. Looking up, it had seemed the Canifor had wandered off course while lost in her own thoughts, maybe she should have paid greater attention to where she was going.\n\nHe had asked her if she cared to walk, maybe that would be better than wandering aimlessly trying to get back to her friend.*\"Yeah... Yeah a walk would be nice...\"*She'd say, eventually gazing up to get a better look of the Canifor. He looked much different than the dark Canifor lord she had met before with his calm demeanor to go along with it. It was almost an oddity to her. Almost.*" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "*Pats* Jace is simply staying with a friend for the time being\nHunting hasn't been the best for Juna lately" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey huffs lightly in response, a sour look taking his face. A hand reaching up to gently readjust his glasses, squinting at Juna.*\n\"Isn't nice to lie. Feelings aren't meant to be hidden.\"\n\n*Although the wolf hadn't a clue as to what was happening with her, he knew that keeping to yourself was one hell of a way to get your ass kicked. One way or another, it was never bad to speak with others. A stranger he might be, but a man who's willing to listen he was as well.*\n\n*The hound shakes his head once more before glancing back to where he came, seemingly Juna's destination. He didn't remember seeing anything back though... What was she looking for? Grey couldn't help but wonder as he motions for Juna to approach, continuing on her way with the large beast in toe.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*At Grey's response, Juna's ears would finally lower in defeat.*\"I know...\"*She'd say with a sigh. It seemed like she was having to say those words a lot today. Yet, no matter often she knew, she still did something that seemed to state otherwise. She was sworn to not speak of what happened and as much as she had promised, she couldn't help the aching pain that sat in her chest, a pain that carried only guilt.*\"I'm sorry... I'm just...\"*She fell silent, the only noise filling the air being that of her boots crunching along the ground.\n\nJuna seemed to lack the typical lightness of her feet that she usually had when hunting, now too somber to care.*\"I'm just... A terrible person...\"*She had said the words so emotionlessly, it was as if she were choking back the wave of it that threatened to overflow her. Was she a terrible person? She had abandoned them, abandoned them and left them to die or worse. She sat and watched as they fought and did nothing to stop it.\n\nMaybe a coward was a better word. Of course these were merely the thoughts that swam in her head, echoing with the foreboding instance where she was offered to pretend that what happened wasn't as bad as she made it to be, and yet she couldn't help but see it the way she did. Juna decided to not dwell on her own thoughts, instead speaking more carefully to the Canifor she had just met, forcing her attentiveness more on her words than actions while she kept near him.*\"Sorry, I'm... Not sure if I've even gotten your name...\"*She'd say.*" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey gives a side glance at Juna's sudden confession. Another more gentle huff blowing from his muzzle as he walks along with her.*\n\"Don't know you. Can't say otherwise. But... Regret is hope, acknowledging a mistake... Just fix it.\"\n*The wolf said what he could based on what he had. As he admitted, he didn't know her, nor the circumstances... But to feel bad is to feel, and to feel is what a terrible person does not.*\n\n\"Impolite to ask for a name without giving your own.\"\n*The hound speaks rather offhandedly, stopping in his place a moment later. Turning to Juna as he offers her a hand, a tint of regret to his face.*\n\"...Grey... And you?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*As Grey would point out it being impolite for her to ask his name first, she would suddenly blink in confusion, bringing her hand to her head as she would rub at it to help jot her thoughts.*\"Right... You're right... Sorry, I'm... Juna...\"*She'd respond back after hearing his name. Grey. What a strange name, he didn't look Grey at all. Juna would come to a stop as he would offer out his hand, unsure of whether to take it or not, so instead deciding to stand idly as she would stare back at him, almost perplexed by the hound only to realize how long she was looking and forcibly shying away once more.*\n\n\"Sorry...\"*She'd murmur.*\"It's not often that I meet Canifors...\"*Juna tended to feel awkward around those of her kind, finding it hard to think of the right words when speaking to them. She'd think back to his mention of fixing a mistake and Juna herself wasn't quite sure if that was even possible at this point.*\"What if... It's too late to fix it... The... The mistake I mean?\"*The Canifor would ask.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "That's pretty funny actually\n\nCuz one of the refs i was looking at for Grey was of a grey wolf\n\nSadly too modern clothing" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "Could you have cropped his head?" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Probably, but feels weird using a pfp that isn't listed in his doc" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey seemed almost indifferent to Juna's initial actions, his hand still firmly outstretched to the girl. Rather large hands, one's that could surround Juna's entirely. Calloused amongst the fur from years of work and training, the sword on his back shifting his hands over the years for a better fit.*\n\n*The wolf would arch an eyebrow at Juna's question however, glancing to the side in thought. His hand eventually falling to the side in the meantime as he pondered her question. Eventually looking back to the girl, seeming to squat down to her size and attempting to look her in the eyes.*\n\n\"Get stronger. Engrave the mistake in your soul. Never let it happen again as far as you can help it. If it's your fault, then learn from it, strengthen yourself.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Get... Stronger...?\"*She'd question under her breath. Juna wasn't quite sure if it meant physically or mentally in this case. Not that she really had much of either. Sure, she was fairly strong as far as young Canifor went and of course she could always try to make herself stronger, and yet, she couldn't help but fear that thought. What was the point of becoming stronger if it could still end in her hurting others? Would she toughen herself up physically and end up killing by mistake, just as she had done the Goblins? Would she toughen herself up so much mentally that she couldn't feel anything in the face of death. Maybe the latter would be better for her in a world where death was a common occurrence to those she's met. Perhaps she was just a useless sack of rice like the Vampiress said. One would think someone would get used to the death all around them and yet, Juna just couldn't.\n\nShe'd rub her arm absently, her gaze casting to the ground as she couldn't meet the Canifor's eyes. Her bashfulness never seemed to cease in the eyes of others. Maybe confidence was something else she lacked. What was she thinking? This Canifor knew little of what was going on with her.*\"I'm scared to...\"*She'd say.*\"I don't want to get stronger just... Just to hurt more people...\"*Juna couldn't speak of what happened during the quest, but these words rang true throughout all of the tasks she had set out to do. Those she had killed mercilessly while the rest she had found herself becoming more and more hesitant over time.*\n\n\"I can't become stronger...\"*She'd say.*\"I'll just... Do more damage than good...\"*The Canifor would want nothing more than to seclude herself to the forest and continue life as the huntress she was, but things were no longer that simple. There were thieves, crooks that roamed, people she had to save from her jackal, soon to be a new hatchling that she may have to protect from others.*\n\n*There would always be a moment that she'd have to choose between life and death and in some cases, it being for others rather than herself. She just didn't feel ready for it all.*" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey gives another huff, the man concerned for the girl before him. A hesitant hand almost reaching to pat her shoulder, shrinking back as the boundry of strangers war remembered.*\n\n\"Hurting others in a necessary evil, little one... But remember, do not get stronger to hurt others. Do it to protect what and who you love. Do it to live safe, to provide freedom and security for those around you. An enemy slaughtered is countless allies saved. It will hurt, you will question yourself, but from an evil deed good may sprout.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna fell silent at his response. She supposed it may just be a necessity a life at some point. After all, the Canifor has to slaughter animals to provide enough food and money for both her and her Jackal. It hurt to see that this was the way the world had to be, but she couldn't deny that he was right about her needing to be able to at least protect herself and her loved ones. When those insistent enough plan on killing them, she will be left with no choice. One was going to die either way, best it be them over someone important to her.*\n\n\"Have you... Ever killed to protect others...?\"*She'd ask in her loss of thought. It was probably a personal question to ask a stranger, but at the time Juna couldn't help but wonder if those she had killed had been without reason. Some were crooks and had she not done anything others could suffer. Some were simply law breakers who most likely couldn't hurt a fly with their doing and still, she killed. It was her fault for doing the jobs in the first place, she supposed. Perhaps not taking some of them would be a step in the right direction. Getting stronger, however, was another story in her lack of better fighting experience from wanting to stay uninvolved.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "\"Without...?\"\n\n*Grey wondered a moment, a few things coming to mind. Looking down at the girl and seeming to size her up, determining if she might have potential. It was hard to say, with her being in such a sad state already... But he still had to try. It was his duty to help those who couldn't help themselves after all.*\n\n\"There are ways. They wont work every time though... To not kill is to give a second chance. Not all are grateful, and some might use this chance to try and hurt you once more.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna couldn't help but feel slightly down casted at the response, it wasn't that she didn't expect it, though she could only blame herself for getting her hopes up even slightly. He said there were ways. If there were then maybe Juna could figure it out from there even if it didn't guarantee working. A chance was better than none at all.*\n\n\"I want to know how then...\"*She'd say, looking back up him. The Canifor had retained a more serious look, her tail growing still as she waited for his response. Juna knew very well that taking advice from a stranger could just end in her getting herself killed, but for what few spiteful people were left in this world, she needed what she could get. Not every person was gonna be friendly, but maybe the ones she found could help her defend herself against them.*" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey's eyes would seem to widen at the sudden determination in Juna. Something he hadn't seen much of in the short time he's talked with her. The droopy pitiful look in her eyes replaced by a seriousness... How odd. Grey couldn't help himself but smirk in response.*\n\n\"Very well then. Come with me.\"\n\n*How interesting Grey thought to himself. His amusement overcome by a realization of required gear. He looks around, the wolf's keen senses eventually finding him a prey. A tree, not far off in the distance with branches strong and durable. They'd function mechanically the same, if not abit unrefined and unwieldy. He turns towards the tree, heading off in its direction, waving the for smaller Canifore to follow.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's tail would give a light flick in response. Was that a potential sign of happiness from her? If it was, it would be the first in a long while. The Canifor would follow after Grey, seeing him make his way over to a tree.\n\nJuna couldn't help but tilt her head slightly, unsure of what exactly he was planning for them to do with it. Climb in it maybe, but Juna already did that anyways. Unless he was trying to say that she should simply hide out in the trees, but that didn't make much sense either.*" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*The two soon arrive at their destination, and Grey stands idle next the the tree. He observes quietly before reaching to his back, gently lifting the longsword that rested there. In two clean swipes, Grey brings down two of the tree's branches. Taking out a smaller knife as he sits, cleaning off the smaller leaf barring twigs growing off the two. Within a few moment's the wolf had seemed to craft two quarter staffs from the tree, the wolf soon tossing one to Juna.*\n\n\"This. This is your new weapon of choice.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would clumsily catch the staff as it was thrown to her, having to readjust her hold so as not to drop it. With him pointing out the branch being her new weapon, Juna would simply stare back at him as if he had gone crazy.*\"A... Stick...?\"*She'd question, looking down at it.*\"How... How is this supposed to help me defend myself...?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "\"A staff. Learn to use it. Will be Abit unwieldy as it isn't well made, but it's serves it's purpose.\"\n\n*Grey says, amused by her puzzled expression. The wolf seeming to assume a position with the staff, placing his right leg forward. Holding the end of the shaft with his right hand as well, almost like a sword.*\n\n\"Match me.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"...A staff?\"*She asked, slightly confused. Juna was only half aware of the stick-like weaponry people wielded. However, she had never actually seen one in use before. This was supposed to help her? Juna would watch Grey, trying to copy his stance before looking back at him once more.*\"I've... I don't think I've ever used a weapon like this before...\"*She'd say, feeling completely unnatural with the staff she held.*" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "\"I see... Much to learn then. It'll come with time and experience...\"\n\n*Grey's own form seems trained and rather natural, a tad goofy as he holds the stick. And yet such a weapon was quiet powerful as well.*\n\n*Grey would cycle between some forms for a moment. One his current, the staff pointing back across at Juna.*\n\"Mid guard.\"\n\n*He then shifts, bringing the staff up and close to his chest, pointing at the air.*\n\"High guard.\"\n\n*And finally, the staff lowers all the way, coming from his hip to the floor. A diagonal look as it crossed from his right to his left.*\n\"Low guard. Mid guard will be your returning point. Whenever you're finished, return as such.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna watched his movement, unsure of whether or not he wanted her to copy each of his movements. After a moments pause, she'd find herself repeating the words to herself, soon murmuring aloud:*\n\n\"Mid guard...\"*Juna kept in the position she was in for the time being. Hesitantly she'd raise the staff up, pointing one end up into the air.*\n\n\"High Guard...\"*Shifting the staff she would lower it to the ground, holding it diagonally like the position Grey was currently in.*\n\n\"Low Guard...\"*Juna had to admit, she felt silly doing this, unable to stop the feeling of heat from the slight embarrassment rising to her cheeks. She wasn't even quite sure what the guards were supposed to be for. Raising the stick back up to its original position, she would say:*\"Mid... Guard...?\"\n\n*It was almost a question at this point. He had already said it would take time and experience. She hoped that time and experience wouldn't be in the middle of a life or death situation.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey nods lightly, watching her movements with an observant expression. It was a bit slow and sloppy, but what more could he expect really?*\n\"Good. One last guard form, but that comes later. Become familiar with these, make it an instinctual.\"\n\n*The wolf says, cycling through his own forms as a refresher to himself. He starts with mid guard as usual, his body turned and his left leg leading. His right hand on the butt of his staff and his left somewhere in-between the middle and his right.*\n\n*He the shifts once more, turning his body to face straight as he brought his butted hand across his chest, close to his armpit. His left hand leading the spear high into the sky. Finally, he shifts into low guard, his left leg always seeming to lead despite what you'd expect when using weapons. Bringing the staff to the floor.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would watch him, trying to mimic his movements at the same pace as him only to find herself falling slightly behind in trying to correct and perfect her own movements.\n\nComing to return herself back to mid-guard, she'd look back to him, asking:*\"Is... The final guard the hardest...?\"*She wouldn't say that the ones so far were too hard so much as took them a while to get used to. Juna could do it just fine while keeping the stick lightly in her hand, but when it came to using her actual strength in holding the guard against an attack, she was still uncertain of how that would end.\n\nShe'd shift the staff into one hand, placing her right hand at the end of it before she would try to bring it down towards the ground, perhaps it was an actual attack of sorts, but it felt too light to her when she did it. Surely it would take more force than that to down an enemy.*" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "\"Hard...? Not at all.\"\n\n*Grey held back a smirk, resting his position in consideration to Juna's own attempts. A distraction he could not be, an observer he must however. Watching the smaller Canifor bring down her weapon in what resembled that of an attack. A weak attempt, though due to no fault of her own surely.*\n\n\"Juna. High guard.\" \n*Then, without another word, Grey moves closer to Juna, seeming to circle her and observe her formation.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*As Grey would mention it not being that hard, she would let out a quiet sigh of relief only contested by the wonder of whether he meant not hard for himself or not hard for her.\n\nWith him circling her and telling her to use high guard, her heart would race a bit in feeling the pressure of eyes being on her. She'd place her other hand back on staff and would raise it, mimicking the motion from earlier with some hesitation as if she doubted in being right. Juna held still for the time being, not sure if she were meant to keep this stance the whole time.*" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey nodded lightly as she moved, gently observing the girl before him. Occasionally pushing her limbs into a better position with his own staff. Widening her leg, pushing to brace her knees, attempting to make her arms abit straighter.*\n\"Stances emanate power. If your stance is sloppy or weak, often the strike that comes from it won't be much better.\"\n\n*Grey stands off to the slideline then.*\n\"Slash at the air. Bring your right foot forward and let the momentum of the staff do the damage.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "\"Yes. Just about. Though, explaining might be good. These positions do not work on their own. Combining and moving swiftly between these forms makes it work. Swinging down from High guard brings you down. You might find yourself in mid or low guard just after. Attacking from a new, harder to block position. Constant movement and flow is key.\"\n\n*Grey says, standing up himself. Starting in high guard, he brings down his staff with immense force. Reeling his staff back before sending a powerful jab into the air.*\n\n\"Good combo of attacks can bring down enemies faster than you think.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna tried to process what he was saying, somehow about her shifting between the guards and attacking with each one, but how was she supposed to know what kind of combos to use? At the very least she can be at ease with moving swiftly, that came naturally to her but such needs to be paired with actual attacks less she's simply running from the enemy.*\n\n\"Will you... Be able to teach me all the combos...?\"*She'd question, part of her doubting that they'll be able to continue on for too much longer. Eventually she'd have head back to her friend's house, but before then it would at least make her feel better to have some knowledge to take with her in knowing how to fight back.*" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "\"You must figure those you yourself. Forms are constant, attacks vary, it all depends on your position in combat. It all comes with experience, little wolf.\"\n\n*Grey smiles warmly, as he steps in front of Juna. Taking a moment as he thinks of an explanation, offering an explanation and tips for each form. He discusses the low guard and mid guard in depth, as well as the attacks to use with such positions. It takes awhile to explain all what he speaks of, but he manages to get through it in a reasonable time.*\n\n\"Believe that's all... Right, the last form. Rutter guard is-... Not a guard, but preparation for an attack.\"\n\n*Grey shifts one final time, placing the majority of the stick behind his body. He seems to coil up, his right arm outstretched completely to accommodate the length of the pool while his left wraps around the length of the stick to hold it still. He's practically facing away from Juna, stretched as if a swordsmen about to draw his blade if the sheath were around his stomach.*\n\n*Finally, he unleashes the built force from his coiled posture, throwing the staff with his left while holding with the right. The result is a strong attack, bound to knock off any opponent's head completely. However, in case of a block, the attack itself also has a 2nd swing already wound from the first. Having swung by throwing with his left, he then catches the staff once more, bringing it down with both hands as a final vertical slash.*\n\n*Grey sighs tiredly, slouching as he returns to normal.*\n\"That one is... More deadly than the others.\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Gonna just have grey book it out" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey says with a small smile, though his expression seems to straighten up. His wolf like ears twitch atop his head, shifting about rapidly to catch different angels. His nose twitches gently as he sniffs, catching the faint smell of something familiar. Grey turns back the way he came, a deep growl entering his throat.*\n\n\"It seems i must leave now, little wolf... Danger is in the air.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*Doram had been going towards middle Mentia for a long time following the paths he is just walking around then he think he hears something he shrugs it off but then he hears it again now on guards Doram looks around him he hear nothing then he yells \"Anyone there show yourself\" Out from the bushes a shadow stands tall above him Doram turns around an see a big red man he jumps backwards" }, { "author": "Gerard Genshiro", "message": "*The Oni was walking with his horse beside him just enjoying the day. But he heard the yell and began to wave.* \"Hello! It's just me I'm no harm don't you worry. I'm trying to get to the next town over that's all.\" *The oni seemed crazy intimidating due to his stature. But he was acting incredibly warm and extroverted.*" }, { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*Doram now seeing that the energy of the Oni was high Doram became even more scared as he hears somewhere that Energetic Oni means that the Oni is hungry Doram now back on his feet backs up a few meters and says \"Listen i was juts passing bye i will leave\"*" }, { "author": "Gerard Genshiro", "message": "*He was confused why the guy was freaking out. But he tried to stay nice and polite* \"Oh uhh okay I was just hoping you may have directions to uhh salvania? Heard there may be some work over there for smithing or even a bit of fighting too? *He began going through his satchel and pulls out a map and opens it up to point to the places.* \"I think I'm lost I don't know though.\"" }, { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*Doram seeing that the Oni is calmer soon also calms down but still weary he says \"Listen the path i am going is the wrong way i am going to Upper Mentia to help in the war but i do have a question why do you have that map it looks old\" Doram looks at the map parts of the world are missing and by Beastskin lords are just Upper mentia He goes on \"I do not know where you got that map but it is outdated to the point of making people angry\"*" }, { "author": "Gerard Genshiro", "message": "*He looked at the map again and chuckled.* \"Oh jeez well there goes my plans then. I got this from a guy in the last town guess I got scammed but whatever it's a cool map I guess to keep.\" *He put it back in his satchel. It was crazy for such a big and intimidating guy and having been scammed he hasn't gotten angry about it at all.* \"Wait you said war? What war is happening I'm from Amongko, but I've always been on the road so I haven't really been able to keep my self in touch with the past events.\"" }, { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*\"You don't know about the war poor fella\" \"Well so what it some time ago there was a great kingdom named Mentia after some hard battles the kingdom split up with the strongest being Middle mentia at war with all it's neighbors execpt Prasia and i am from Upper mentia i was heading this way to get back to upper mentia and help my home country kill the beastskin warlords as they are a big problem" }, { "author": "Gerard Genshiro", "message": "\"Hmm... Well maybe I can join you maybe get some help with directions over there to get to a safe down or something. I mean I would love to help but that isn't my fight and I really don't know if I should join a war that I have no connection to you know?\" *He turned his horse around and began to follow Doram.* \"So Upper Mentia huh tell me about it what is it like?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*\"Well it is very diverse i am from a large mining city called Al i know how things go but for the capital i know nothing the locals near the border they are the real fighters' Doram looks up into the sky \"Those know the harsh reality of war and know why it is a dark spot on any nation history\" \"You also got the people that live away from the borders i like to call them cowards i hope to join the Emperor and take down the Beastskin Lords\"*" }, { "author": "Gerard Genshiro", "message": "*His eyes widened when he heard miner.* \"I was a quarryman in my occupation. I know what life is like in those times.\" *As he heard about war and such he began to calm down from his excitement a bit* \"The land is worth fighting for that is what matters the most. History is made to help the people in the future to learn from the mistakes.\"" }, { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*Doram sees some signs and knows that he has to go an other way then the nearest town and says \"You were a miner to well then you know how weird it is to be so outside\" Doram slows a bit down to still have a talk \"War fought over history huh well the history is not done yet the Mentian nations still need to decide who the real emperor is i know who i follow hopefully you know who you follow Doram sees that they are at the split \"Well if my directions are correct just follow this path and the signs till you get to the nearest town\" He points towards the right path as starts slowly walking to the left" }, { "author": "Gerard Genshiro", "message": "\"Well friend thank you for all the help and I wish you protections and prosperity. Till we meet again.\" *He waved good bye as he continued to walk away from Doram and goes to the right.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*What a fine day for scamming thought Horace in this day. Though in truth, everyday was a good day for the elf to conduct his 'business'...*\n\n*Walking across the more empty and sparely guarded areas of the city, Horace was on the prowl. His scouts had told him a rather oblivious crowd had walked into the city today, and if he was lucky he'd find some.*\n\n*Dressed in a more casual look to better convince, a white button shirt loosely held together. Sloppily tucked half into his brown jeans, with some brown boots to match. The elf skulked about the streets and alley, waiting for someone to wander in unknowingly.*" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "*Unknowingly was an understatement, considering Kynia had never moved through a crowded street before. The avian attempted to squeeze through, but he was far too light and was pushed back by the tide. He dusted himself off, instead opting to wait at the side for an opening in the torrent. His eyes flicked up to the sun, gauging the time vaguely... Noon. Not a bad time, though he was a bit hungry at this point. He pulled out his bag of silvers, counting them slowly; chirping happily as he went.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*A flash, a glint of light reflecting of the shiny coins. Most ignorant, save for Horace. His emerald eyes targeting the avian creature who seemed preoccupied with his own wallet. A grin appearing on his face as he slowly crept up to the boy.*\n\n*Eventually arriving, the elf did his best to throw on a friendly smile.*\n\"Howdy there Mister. If you don't mind me saying, you seem to be having some troubles... Lost? Or is the swarm Abit much for you?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "*Kynia had noticed Horace a few moments before he attempted to get his attention, turning to face him a second beforehand, tilting his head and trilling softly.*\n\"Yes, mister. Both, I'm having trouble with both. I'm very new to these cities, and this crowd keeps pushing me away...*\n*He seemed to deflate a moment, cooing softly as he put away his money pouch.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*Horace puts on a sympathetic expression, softly eyeing where the avian stores his valuables. His look turning back to the bird's face as he seemed to think for a moment.*\n\n\"I see... That's quite unfortunate. However, I think you might be in luck. I'm somewhat of a local guide around here. Use my free time to help the lost souls that have wandered in. Care for some help?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"OK. I will pay you later, then.\"\n*He replied flatly, putting away the pouch and scanning around the town, trilling in mild wonder.*\n\"This place is enormous. How do you navigate it?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"It takes some getting used too, to be sure. But after awhile, you remember the paths. Not to mention, most stores and streets have signs hung up every which way.\"\n\n*Horace says with a warm smile, offering the avian man a hand before breaching into the crowded street. Its considerably easier, having this tall almost mean looking elf escort you around...*" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "*He'd take it readily, letting himself be lead around by Horace as he drank in the surroundings, his small mouth opening and closing like a shutter at every little thing.*\n\"How does one build such tall buildings?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "You won't reply so no" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*A cheerful atmosphere breathed easy in the tavern tonight. It's halls filled with the jolly cheers of workers and adventurers alike. A good night for drinking, but what use is a few drinks without a little rowdiness? It was clear from the bartenders view that the room was getting a little rough. If some fool were to escalate it much more, it'd explode into a drunken fist fight.*\n\n*Oblivious to this was Horace himself, who sits idly at the bar. A mug in hand as he watches the festivities with a vacant smirk. His eyes glazed over the blur of people, figures with no real features. That is until he catches a glance at the blazing red colors of a certain woman's hair. It's clear that he's staring, and is frankly hard to ignore.*" }, { "author": "Scarlett of The Punch", "message": "*After somehow finding herself in Salvaninia, Scarlett was very quickly lost in the large sprawling city but managed to follow a group of people who looked like they knew where they were going. And that's how she found herself in the rowdy bar, she was standing in the middle of the crowd constantly getting bumped into and pushed around as she began to grit her teeth her patience being pressed to her very upmost limit. And when a beer was splashed onto her, it was the straw that broke the camels back as he reeled back and threw a hard left right at the back of the man's head, her red eyes burning as red as her hair as she took deep breaths and prepared for the ensuing chaos*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*They were out. Finally out of that wretched hellhole of a country. The trio had made it to an inn; with a little magic, Yakaiyo had disguised the three. Exhausted, the two got two rooms. One for Horace, one for the two women.*\n\n*The treton was alert the entire time they had traveled. 3 entire days, she slept little, and only ate what was necessary. When she finally reached the bed, she collapsed, landing face first into the sheets.*\n\n\"I'm just resting for a little.\"" }, { "author": "Celaena Ashwood", "message": "*Celaena was last to enter the room, hanging back long enough just to double check for wandering eyes. Having a spell casted upon her still felt strange, like an extra layer of skin that wasn't quite like her own. It was hard enough to get a glance of herself through puddles of water they passed on their travels. On a few occasions she didn't even realize the spell had worn off. Needed some sort of verbal confirmation from the Vampiress about her current appearance.*\n\n*Once she felt that the coast was clear, she slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. The sound of the rogue locking the door was louder than her shutting it. From there she wasted no time heading across the room, passing the woman who currently laid face down, and into the bathroom. Carefully she began unwrapping the bandage from around her right arm. She should've taken the bandage off days ago, now it felt stuck to the wound itself as she slowly peeled the dirty wrappings from her flesh.* \n\n\"I sure hope it's longer than that.\" *She started* \"Did you even slee-\" *Her voice faded as more of her wound became visible. The area around the cut was pink, clearly infected from the dirty dagger she probably cut herself with.* \n\n*A soft sigh rang from her lips as the bandage slipped off from her arm, peeling some of the scabs with it. She wondered if the vampire could even smell the fresh blood that pooled across her wrists.* \"I hope the Innkeeper isn't too upset if one of those pillow cases goes missing, I need cloth for this thing.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*As Celeana walks past and begins to talk to her, Yakaiyo rolls over and sits up on the bed. She was utterly exhausted, but she wanted to talk with her elven companion.*\n\n\"I did, a little. Wait, are you alright?\"\n\n*Hearing Celeana hesitate, Yakaiyo jumps up and dashes to the bathroom, seeing the dirty bandages and the infected wound on the woman's wrists.*\n\n\"We need to clean it first.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo turns on the sink faucet, letting the water run and grabbing a nearby bar of soap, then drops it.*\n\n\"We need to clean the wound and cover it immediately. I should have taken care of it earlier. I'm sorry about this.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo begins rummaging through the cabinets worriedly, unable to find anything.*\n\n\"They won't mind at all. They probably can compensate for it.\"" }, { "author": "Celaena Ashwood", "message": "\"You seem to know your stuff, but running around swinging every storage door open. Expecting the shelves to be lined with supplies in this-\" \n*She stepped out the bathroom just enough to examine the room they purchased for the night. A few seconds of examining was all she needed before raising her non-injured left arm and gesture to the room itself*\n\n\"- Whatever this is.\"\n \n*She had no idea where 'here' was. It was better than being outside for a change, thankful to not be bitten by bugs all night long or being semi-aware of her surroundings at all times for predators. It was only then that Celaena realized there was a single bed within the room. It was large enough for the two of them, but considering her thoughts on the vampiress. It made her chest flutter at the thought, which made her feel a little guilty for thinking too intensely upon it.* \n\n*Now that she had gotten her point across, she turned on her heels and walked back into the bathroom. Her arm found the small pool of water and she watched as the colour changed when her blood mixed in.* \n\n\"I thought air drying it was better, something about...\" *She thought about what she was taught when younger before giving up completely.* \"Too long ago for me to remember.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*Once more the centaur wandered these verdant plains, a shade greener than those of his homeland. On the horizon, he could see the towering spires of the nation's capital, however small its silhouette was. He smiled, a wave of comfort washing over him as he recognised the trees he passed, having learnt these lands the best in his travels. His grip on his self-bow, a simple hand-carved thing, drew tighter as he raised and arrow to its notch, eyes set upon an unawares boar. A hundred yards...*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*On one of the country roads outside the city he'd see a lone figure sat down against a small cobbled wall. She was wearing armour, with a shield at her feet and an imposing sword by her side. She was a massive brayer lady without a shred of macenisation. She spotted the centaur from afar, but remained sat down where she was, reading over a map on her lap.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*A moment's distraction was enough to throw him off, his bow-hand far poorer than his kind had normally. The arrow was loosed, tumbling through the air and striking the ground beside the once-docile boar, his prey now squealing in shock and barrelling down the hill. Circine sighed, slinging his ranged weapon on his back and unsheathing his dai-katana, his grip far more firm around it as he shot forwards, galloping towards the beast with his blade held ready against his shoulder. The pair would be moving towards the brayer, but the centaur didn't plan to allow it to charge too close.*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*Sivne watched the hunt from afar, tilting her head. She was ammused as she watched the centaur chasing the boar, though she picked up her greatsword just incase the boar got too close. She stood up and hefted her blade over her shoulder and put one hand on her hip as she awaited whatever would happen next.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*He'd let out a slow, drawn-out breath as he rounded on the boar, his blade rocketing from his shoulder into a diagonal arc - striking the beast on the side of its neck. As blood began to seep, it would slow its charge, eventually stumbling to its final destination a few feet in front of Sivne. With a short prayer to his ancestors, he flicked off the blood and sheathed his weapon, meeting the Brayer's gaze and offering a small bow.*\n\"Apologies for the disturbance, madam. My blunder with the bow forced me to chase it down...\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"Planning on eating that boar all by yourself?\" *She asked with a small smirk, tucking her thumb under her belt.* \"I can't shoot a bow either, i wouldn't have done any better.\" *She trotted closer and let out a quiet grunt.* \"Mmpf. Why are you hunting boar with a bow?\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Alas, it's to the shame of my clan that I am so lacking in bowmanship...\"\n*The centaur sighed, tracing the limb of his bow with a guilty tremble, shaking the feeling away and picking up the felled beast, inspecting his incision before settling it across his back.*\n\"Usually I would cook half and a dry the other half... But plans can change. As for why, old habits have a tendency to die hard for me. My chieftain always insisted that a centaur that couldn't pierce a boarskin with a hunting arrow was an unworthy centaur.\"\n*His voice was hollow as he recanted, the sense of reverence he might have had for his tribe clearly beginning to wane. A moment of shock widened his eyes as he offered another bow, apologising briefly.*\n\"I haven't even introduced myself, have I? Circine, son of Haracene.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*Her expression looked doubtful as he was justifying using a bow, but didn't perticuarly care to offer insight on using a spear. She untucked the hand from her belt and thumbed at the sid3 of her nose, bobbing her head at the introduction.* \"Sivne Väinöntytär, daufhter of Väinö.\" *She mimicked his introduction with a grin.* \"Need help skinming that?\" *She offered as she trotted over it to inspect the boar.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"You have a powerful name, young madam. Long names are reserved for great warriors in my home, so they carry great meaning.\"\n*The centaur seemed to physically swell in respect, his soft eyes sparkling in the summer light. From the belt along his horse body he unsheathed a curved dagger, runes engraved along its blade. He offered it to her as she approached, smiling and nodding in assent.*\n\"By all means. I claim not to be a master hunter, as that display would suggest...\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*She let out quite a loud huff from her nose as she assessed the boar. She set her gear down and pulled out her own skinning knife. She scooped the boar up and hauled it over her shoulder.* \"Where is your camp?\" *She asked as she looked around for any smoke.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*For a moment he kept silent, his gaze turning to their south. Eyes darting between the horizon and the sun, he mouthed something soundlessly, his expression gripped in concentration. Soon he returned her attention to the Brayer, nodding and pointing across the treeline, putting away his dagger as he reared back slightly instinctively.*\n\"About a half-mile from here southward. I hunt a little farther than most for the time investment, since the travel isn't as troublesome.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"Mmh. Not too far then.\" *She grabbed her gear and slung it over her back as she began trotting off to the south.* \"Fancy sword you've got there.\" *She remarked, looking over at it.* \"Don't see them back home.\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"A gift from my master. It was the weapon I trained with, incidentally. She insisted on using these Eastern blades, instead of any made here. I assumed from a sense of nostalgia...\"\n*Circine mused as he drew the nodachi once more, holding it handle-to-tip between his hands and inspecting it briefly. The one thing he had managed to master was weapon maintenance, the blade as sharp as the day he found it. He gestured the handle to Sivne, if she wished to take a closer look.*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*She glanced over at the blade.* \"Mmhm. Looks sharp.\" *She let out a few soft grunts as she stepped over some rough ground.* \"Where are you from then? Some local?\" *She adjusted how the boar sat on her shoulder so it didn't slide off of her.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"No, not local. From Tiai, far south of here. My tribe has a long-standing tradition of their young people setting off on their own for years at a time, returning only when learned.\"\n*He kept his explanation brief, not wanting to bore his new acquaintance - Circine had noticed his tendency to talk excessively only recently.*\n\"What of you, madam? Are you of Salvainian soil?\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*She shook her head.* \"No, i'm from the federation. I'm out here looking for work. Ran out of friends back home.\" *She continued to trundle along.* \"Been here a while then?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"There's not much to see. Mmmmhhh. No, nothing really. We have a few cities and the four large tribes, most of whom don't like each other too much, least I don't. Something's wrong with Macen, I've seen how some of my people change when they move. Mkf. I hope that doesn't happen to me.\" *She grunted out and shook her head as she entered the camp. Once by the fire she dropped the boar and straddled it with her knife, getting to skinning the beast.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Too much change can be bad, yes... But these lands are filled with strong wills and strong ideas, you'll find it hard to resist all of them.\"\n*The centaur chuckled softly, coaxing his firepit back to life and preparing the spit on it's flanks. He shed his saddlebags and some of his light armour, tugging at the kerchief he had grown fond of wearing around his neck as the flames began to roar.*\n\"Maybe not so... But all I know of beastkin is my home tribe, to see a whole nation of them would be an experience, no matter the conflicts observed I believe.\"\n*He approached her as she began to work on the boar, placing a wooden-lacquered bottle of something beside her, drinking from a similar one himself.*\n\"I'm not sure how much you like fruit, but try this - something I've been working on from the apples around these regions.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*She paused the skinning to reach over and grab the bottle, lifting it and chugging it. She wiped her mouth with her arm after, tossing the bottle back to him and going right back to skinning the boar.* \"Mmh. Tastes fine.\" *She went quiet for a moment as she was yoinking the hide.* \"Mipmi is on the coast, if you want to travel to the federation. I got here by ship.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"...What made you leave, if I may?\"\n*He'd ask tentatively, his eyes taken off the rotating spit for a moment as he gauged her reaction. Prodding too much may be unwise, he thought, but he was still curious.*" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*She seemed pensive, her gaze set on the boar as she contemplated the right answer. She hadn't yet put it in words yet.* \"Tied up my last loose end. Dealt with somebody who needed to get dealt with, then i left.\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Considering your past occupation...\"\n*He trailed off very quickly, scratching his chin as he thought on the implications. Someone important, mayhaps? Or, at least, important in her community. The centaur let the silence settle as he carved off a chunk of boar that had seared enough, offering it to Sivne with a dry smile.*\n\"I see. Not a pleasant goodbye, from the sounds of it...\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "*She shoved the next bit of boar meat he offered onto her knife, chomping down onto it. She spoke with her mouth half full.* \"Not a pleasant goodbye.\" *She repeated, swallowing her food and looking go the side.* \"Mmh. And you, planning to go home eventually?\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Hm...\"\n*He gave nothing more as response for a few moments, his eyes slowly settling on the fire once more as he ruminated. Once, about half a year ago, Circine would have been confident in saying yes: He would experience what he wanted to, learn what he needed to and return home to fulfil his duty to his family and tribe. But, after wandering through all sorts of cities, and helping those he could, the prospect of returning to isolation seemed all the more sour - why should he stop helping people? For tradition? His family? Returning was fine, but a permanent return...*\n\"Not soon. I have much still do to, and I'm not ready to make the decision that waits for me at home.\"" }, { "author": "pluto4608", "message": "\"I don't see the point in going back. Mmh. Childhood was a long time ago, things change.\" *She said as she cut off another chunk of boar meat. She was clearly hungry.* \"I don't ever plan on going back, unless things change.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "halato", "message": "*Alasdair would take a walk around in a Village nearby from Thunush, still on thoughts and flashbacks would bring him into deep thoughts about on how he would trace back to those that took their lifes. Not to mention that he would listen to any form of rumours or any kind of news in the surrounding area.\n\n\"If only...\" He thought to himself, while taking the walk towards a nearby well to take a short rest\"*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would trot her way through the village that sat far closer to the Mentian border, her mood partially dampened. With the war ravaging on in Mentia, she had found herself an excuse to come visit the neighboring cities in hopes that others will be able to take over her job at the Capitol without wondering of her absence. It wasn't the first time the Centaur had passed through this way, though even now the place was still unfamiliar to her. She'd come to a stop near the center of the town, briefly looking around in hopes to find some place to stop to rest before continuing on a bit further, though in not seeing anything at a passing glance, she decided she might as well ask around. Her gaze would fall upon Alasdair for a brief moment, soon leading her to wave to him as a way of getting his attention.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "Is what he would say in a grumpy voice as his corner of the eye noticed the centaur coming towards next to him. Thought not in the right mood to Talk to a beastling, the sight of a centaur sure is a suprise for him, raising an eyebrown.\nStanding up from leaning the well that he was using as comfort, he used his boar spear as a helping hand to stand up properly and standing facing towards the centaur.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would see a bit taken aback by his tone, though with a quick shake of her head, she would say:*\"Sorry to disturb you sir. I was hoping to ask if you knew a good place to rest here or perhaps somewhere where travelers can go to to take a break from their trips?\"*Melody could tell this man probably didn't want to be bothered which simply led her to speak in her more respectful tone. Some citizen have it harder than others, and she wouldn't doubt it to be the same case here.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "\"I believe if you go towards this large alley, you will find an inn to take a good nap for the night.\nBut, say...\"\n\nHe pauses for a bit having a good look on the centaur and notices that it is a she. Giving a short grin while taking this as a small oponturnity.\n\n\"Why on salvanian name is a female centaur like you here at the very Border towards the Dangerous region?\" \n\nHe would lean towards to his boar spear, for having at least some fun to tease someone. Especaly a beastling.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"An inn just through the alleyways. Got it. Thank you-.\"*She'd say with a light nod of confirmation. For a moment she'd turn around, looking as if she were about to trot off towards it only for his question to suddenly meet her ears.\n\nShe'd look at him quizzically, taking notice of the underlying comment he made by asking it.*\"What do you mean?\"*Melody would ask him in mild confusion.*\"I'm here for similar reason of any other traveler. Just passing through.\"*What did her bring a female centaur have to do with it? She had every reason to be here as anyone else surely. Or has some of the Mentian hostilities made its way into Salvania as well?*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "*He gave a slighty chuccle as she said so, looking towards the hills and mountains that create the natural border between the mentian lords and salvanian Empire with a rather neutral-emotionless Expression.\n\n\"Pass these mountain and hills are those that 'might' enjoy killing everything that isnt mentians or at least tolerated. That is not only to those you might be afraid Off, but those that would love to get their hands on some wealth that others have the most of it.\"\n\nHe would slightly shake his head a bit before looking at the centaur that was almost making its way to the inn he mentioned. \n\n\"After all, this region is quite Dangerous for a traveler without companions. Especaly for a... Foreign like you are\"\n\nIn truth, alasdair did not cared much for beastling like the centaur he just meet. Giving a grumpy hmpf at the end. He did see very little of them when he was Younger, his parrents that were before alive thaught him not to trust all too much about beastling. Only a few they would but that be it.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody's gaze would narrow slightly, soon deciding to not let his words get to her too much. He didn't know her anymore than she knew him. Besides, the stress of the war was probably just making her more antsy than usual.*\"Well fortunately for me, I am a Mentian.\"*She'd say in return to him. Her arms would cross lightly, mainly as an excuse for her to be able to lightly rub at her arm in mild comfort.*\n\n\"I've lived there almost all my life. Now I have to get back to help out my family before the war gets to them.\"*She'd say.*\"I'm guessing you must have some experience with it... In you seeming so knowledgable on what's been going on since I've left...\" \n\n*For all she knew he could have been leaving it or even going to join in the chaos arising from Mentia tearing itself apart. Melody didn't have any interest of it, only heading off that way with one goal in mind before she could get enough closure to return to her work. She couldn't do much for her losing country, only protecting those within it.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "*Being suprised that she is from mentian culture, he was a bit silenced from her words. Not in a afraid Expression but he sure got the attention from her. Why not? He thought, should at least take away the bad thoughts he had for quite a while.\n\n\"Indeed i am, but not from those baddies and neither from the royalty bastards with their shiny and ther oh so prestisgous ranks that have to follow 'someone' boots into their Doom.\"\n\nHe chuccels a bit as he would walk past her, having the respectfull distance from the centaur as he uses his boar spear as his Walking Stick. For sure he got the attention from the centaur, but he surely wants to respect the ones he talks towards. He had some mishaps in the past and surely learned a few lessons from by himself. Even if he was a loner for quite some time.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would watch him walk by, taking a moments' pause before slowly trotting after him. She figured he could show her the way to the inn eventually even if he didn't seem to have an interest in interacting with her.*\n\n\"Have you recently fled from Mentia or... Have you been receiving local news about it?\"*She'd decide to ask them while they walked. It wouldn't hurt to at least get an idea of what she was walking back into, especially with North Mentia being far beyond the border. It would take ages to travel all the way up there and even more back with the rest of her family. Maybe she could scope out a nice route of sorts or just cross her fingers in hope that nothing bad will happen.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "As he goes on, he briefly stops for a moment to look at the mountain and hill region of salvanian-mentia border, leting out a worrisome sight.\n\n\"Neither of these, i did live however, VERY close to the mountain-hill frontier region. So you could expect totaly different from that.\"\n\nHe goes on to look and walk towards the inn, there would be a sign at the distance calling it the \"The frontiers inn\" He continoutes.\n\n\"I do however, seen things that you havent in your youth.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*With the inn insight, Melody would would pick up the pace, just enough to walk side by side with him. Albeit she had to occasionally slow down to make sure she didn't get ahead, often forgetting her own speed at times.*\"Like what?\"*She'd ask him. Part of her was going to simply assume he meant something in relation to the war, hopefully nothing too gruesome or horrid to imagine. She simply wanted to get in and out of Mentia with the least amount of trouble as possible. Her experience in bounty hunting could only help her so much in fights this large.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "\"You propaply get more info at the inn rather questioning me further. I'll need a Drink or two. Been a long day for me.\"*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*In his pause, she'd give a slight dip of her head.*\"Understood.\"*She'd say, trotting on ahead towards the inn. The Centaur would stop just before the door before eventually adding:*\"I hope your day gets better. I can only imagine how hard things may be.\"*Part of Melody figured that the inn wouldn't be able to accommodate for centaurs as most around Salvania didn't. It wasn't much of a problem for her, though she decided to wait until the man caught up so that he could head in first.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "Ignoring the fact that the centaur was giving him the oponturnity to let him in First. His grumpy hmpf was heard again once more as he enters.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*After he would head inside, Melody would wait for a moment as a golden glow would pass over her body. In seconds her centaur half would vanish from sight, only to be replaced with two human legs. No longer restricted by previous larger size, the Centaur would head in after him.*" } ]

[ { "author": "halato", "message": "*Alasdair would be in the next morning back outside the inn in Thunush after a very quiet sleep. Where he would take a walk around a well, Hoping to find anyone who would give him work to do as a mercenary and Fame. Perhaps he might as well hear rumors around for a bit while he is at it*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She walks around, her noble self looking almost as regal as a goddess. She enters an inn, hoping to find someone interesting enough.*\n\n*She sits down at the bar, her voice suddenly coming out like an orchestra of angels.* \"A wine please, dear.\" *Voices fill the tavern while everyone turns to look at her.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "He would make his way towards her as he enters the inn, the sound of the clanking noice of a wooden staff hiting the ground can be heard as he would walk past her. Looking at her direction with an gaze that surely looked like that he is not happy at Something.\n\n\"Well, if it aint the lucky day that a noble the likes of you shows up in an inn like this one!\"\n\nThe inn was suddently a bit quiet by the Sound of a grumpy Mad mercenary, as a few would spectate from afar. While others try to ignore it since it is common to happen*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She turns around in pure confusion.* \"Hm..?\" *She says in a confused and slightly nervous voice, looking the man up and down.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "He would use what appears to be a spear to hit on the ground creating a loud clank noise across the room. Everyone at this Point would try to ignore of what is Happening right now.\n\n\"Dont give me that confused Bunny look ya piece of bunny Hopper! You truly have some reason to be in a place like this!\"\n\nHis anger grew, but he is trying his best to keep a cool of himself. Least he wants is that guards coming his way to drag him out for Justice*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She had simply no expression, a blank canvas.* \"I'm here simply for a drink, can't a woman get drunk in peace?\"" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "\"Well, excuse me your 'highness'. I did not notice that you wanted some privacy at your leasure in a Tavern just not so far from the frontiers i suppose.\"\n\nHe did gave a small laught about it, He sure has at least fun teasing a noble looking beastling by the likes of her*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She turns around, grabbing her glass of wine.* \"Why are you so pissed anyway?\" *She turns back around.* \"I'm just a rich woman getting a drink.\"" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "So in order to de-escelate the situation, he turns towards the exit of the inn. Not before adding a few words at her.\n\n\"Because some rich people like you do whatever they please! Especaly when they have Animal Parts that do not belong to a Macen!\"\n\nWith anger in his mind, he leaves the inn trying his best to cool down his mind by taking a walk around instead*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She follows him, taking her wine glass with her. Exiting the inn, she starts walking beside him.* \"What's wrong? You're too angry for your own good.\" *Still with that expressionless face, she still doesn't seem upset or angry at the man. Only slightly amused.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "*He suddently stops for a moment as he was being followed, annoyed as he looked towards which appears to be that Rich bunny girl that he had seen at the inn before that has followed him. Holding his Boar spear tight as using for a Walking stick.\n\n\"Look, you do you. Im not in the mood for a chit chat for People that are Rich and have something else from the likes of you. Unless you got something for me i benefit for.\nNow if you excuse me\"\n\nHe would continue to walk around the town, hoping that he would get along with it at least*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She still follows, thinking about what to give him.* \"50 silver.. Is it enough for you?\" *She asks, hoping to find a yes. She doesn't like to bribe, but if this'll get him to shut up, she'll do it. She has plenty of money to go around anyway.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "*He is bluffed that she really wanted to give money for \"Something\" As he looked back to her. Not that he expectet but he chuckles as he saw the amount of silver. Refusing the offer by pushing these 50 silvers back to her gently*\n\n\"For what even? I dont look like a Politican Nobleman to you now do i?\"\n\nIndeed he aint one, never has be been interested in Politics neither. But as long it aint being a contract or something he wouldnt budge to it*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"You said that you wouldn't chit chat with the likes of me unless you got something you can get or benefit off of. So, I'm paying you to shut up.\"" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "As he grab the money, he puts to his other pouches that Alasdair carries around. He would turn around and continue walking, letting out a Mad grumpy Hmpf as he did so.\n\n\"You nobles are all the same. Corrupted by sheer power of wealth\"\n\nHe would tried to get eyes off her by taking up a bit more walkspeed, as it wouldnt get nowhere to continoute to talk to her as how persitence she is. Using his Boar spear as a walking stick once again as the ground is hit by the staff*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*Still walking besides him, he finally gets a good look of her. He looks her up and down, her silk dress glimmering in the sun and her pearl jewelry doing the same.* \"You're stubborn.\" *She smirked.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "\"And you sure are persistence one fella on following me are you?\"\n\nHe holds his boar spear to the side as a standing helper to hold him on, although not to help him really but to show off a bit. He cant really help but still feel anger at her look as to how she just does what a Noble does*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"I guess so. It's not everyday that I get an angry masculine man screaming at me because I'm in a tavern.\" *She giggles. Taking her small fluffy hand with sharp nails, she rests her hand on her waist.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Apologies for the late reply! I was at school" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "Grumpling hmpf was heard of his voice again, still not amused of her still looking at her in a distruss Expression.\n\"So what is it you want?\"\n\nNot that he would expect much*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"Nothing. I don't require anything, sweetheart.\" *She giggled once again.* \"Only to have an interesting night. And you, my dear, are an amusing man.\"" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "*He surely was confused of her words, that hes amusing to her is making him not cormftable. The least he can do to avoid any wierd confrontation is to keep a distance from her.\n\n\"'sweatheat, dear' Pah! Your romatic words dont work on a battle hardened man, ye bunny Hopper.\"\n\nIndeed, he isnt having any interest at her at all. He would just give a grumpy hmpf once again as he casualy moves on once again.\nBut indeed she is not wrong on one Thing, it has become night so quickly. Not many people would be outside as they either are home sleeping or they are Still strolling somewhere Else.*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She bursts laughing, still walking faster and faster besides him.* \"AHA—!? You think I'm trying to be romantic? Jeez, have you never spoke to a woman in your life?\" *She giggles to her self.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "His boar spear staff would hit the ground at a slower pace as usual as he would look for new paths to take other than just around the well.\nAs he would, he looks back at her again. This time however he does not look to be that much angryier than he was before.\n\n\"As a soldier for hire, i dont think there is much for any love afairs. You dont have that in your 'nobility' soldiers?\"" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"Soldiers? I don't have any. I take care of myself.\"" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "Well thats a suprise for him, he looks with an raised eyebrown at First. Only to give out a small laught about it as he looks towards the mountain-hills that make up for the Natural border between mentia and salvainian Border. Pointing at the direction as well to make a better look for her.\nKnowing that over there is the Dangerous place which isnt far from Here.\n\n\"And you sure you are not afraid about the war in mentia? Not that Something would cross over and kidnapp you instead for a fine ransome.\"\n\nHe would look back to her as he grumply giggles at that though. He surely has heard rumors that even local nobles in salvainia were kidnapped because of ther power they would use in mentia. And quite frequendly were ransomed at the time. However those rumors were old enough that he couldnt remember much of it*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"Happened before. I slit the guy's neck open.\" *She laughs at the statement she makes. Suddenly, taking a deeply engraved dagger out.* \"I have this on me at all times. I know how to defend myself.\"" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "He clearly was not so impressed about what she had killed in order to defend herself with.\nWhat exactly caught him off guard is the engraved dagger she got. Both his eyebrows raised as he looks at the dagger closely enough not to come in its Dangerous range.\nHe looks at her again as he finished observing the dagger and come back to his grumpy Expression once again.\n\n\"That dagger, hmpf. Must be very Special to you aint it bunny Hopper?\"\n\nHe still cant have enough however to tease her with that nickname though, giving that jokenly grin as he said it*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"Made it myself. I don't seem the type do I?\" *She giggles, as she thought of the clothes she was wearing. They were silk, expensive, and very, very valuable. She seemed the type to be shy, not fight back, and obviously, quite. However that isn't the case. In all her years of experience and fighting, she's quite strong.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "Is all he would answer to that as he would stand back a little after observing.\nNow though he was a bit agitated at Something Else, he thought why not asking her Something out of a sudden while she is a bit distracted.\n\n\"Heh perhaps. If others of your kind would find you then they May 'certanly' Fall before you\"\n\nOf course it is a Joke, hell he wouldnt know how many she would have had taken a look at their manlyness and dumb them on the next Road like a lifeless Body. He shrugs a bit as he thought for a bit.*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"They have.\" *She laughs, thinking about the many times she's slit people's necks, especially if they were being rude or trying to touch her.* \"I usually never let me touch me unless we're close. You're lucky I haven't slit your neck yet.\" *This is a joke, obviously. She has no intention of hurting this amusingly grumpy man.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "You mean throat? I cant think of how someone would be able to reach the neck with that weapon.\"\n\nTruth is, he had been using his dagger not often and only used in emergency and even then he only would been able to cut the throat, but not the neck.\n\nAnd the fact that she did said he was'lucky' wouldnt suprise him, after all he was basacly bulling her for being different. But he wouldnt budge to say sorry.\n\n\"Heh, lucky? Not everyone gets to have luck. Or at least alot of luck\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Nah it's ok! DW abt it" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"Ya know.. For a Viking looking man that's very aggressive, you're not that bad. I still have the thought of slitting your neck though.\" *She giggles as she continues to make dark jokes.* \"It's midnight.. God how long have we been walking? And anyway.. Do you have a place to stay?\"" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "He did ignore the fact that she wanted to slit his 'neck'. As he would check the sky once more. He would be suprised that it is indeed darker now, surely he was busy bragging about that bunny woman that they talked things out through the night.\n\nAs she asked about him of where he currently resides, he just gave a coughting laughter. Not because of her thought.\n\n\"You do know i am a wandering man at arms for hire?\"\n\nHe would show that he has No banner of any houses of any kind. Only a simple brigadine Armor, Longsword at his Back and a boar spear at his right Hand*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"I have a house I'm renting, and you have no where else to say anyway.. Come on. Let's go, dickhead.\" *She started walking faster, now in front of him.* \"It should be a few minutes away.\"" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "However Alasadair is not buging about it, a grumpy hmpf would be heard in the distance from her.\n\n\"Then i believe its where we part ways, Bunny Hopper. I dont like to live under someones home i do not give my trust yet.\"\n\nHe pauses for a moment as he would go a different direction. And that would be the inn that he meet her at First.\n\n\"Farewell bunny Hopper.\" \nIs what he would shouted the last before taking his way towards the inn to rent for the night*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She stops in her tracks, then turning around and running after him.* \"Okay asshole. You either get in my ***Luxury*** Home, or you sleep in that nasty old Inn. I suggest you come with me as I know how to cook.\" *She says in a stubborn voice, trying to get him in her house so she can cook for him.* \"And anyway, it's nothing romantic.\" *She makes a gagging noise.* \"You're ***Not*** My type.\"" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "As he got the offer to come to her home instead. He would giggle a bit. Figuring that she is kinda interrested into him in someway but not that he would like to.\n\n\"A bit 'active' now are we?\"\n\nHe would shake his head as a decline gesture giving her a little grin.\n\n\"As much as id love to. But i dont think i would really just walk into someones home who i havent really got used to~\nNow if you excuse me, my sleeping quarter at the inn is waiting for me.\"\n\nHe would slowly turn around towards the inn. Being now carefull at her since he doesnt know if she would change her mind being so \"Nice\"*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She tugs on his arm, her heels clanking on the hard floor. They were engraved with gold, you could still see them glimmering in the dark.* \"Come on, stop wasting your fucking time. I can cook way better than that filthy Inn.\" *She tries her best to drag the hunk of a man.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "Hearing her change her Attitude so much is quite suprising. But it wouldnt still change his mind about it. After all he only know so little of her that he cant just simply trust her.\nGiving a more grim grumply Hmpf he would yet again turn towards the inn only to say a few wise words that he knows of.*\n\n*\"Then stop wasting **Your fuckin time** *Trying to convince me you bunny hopping* **Hore!** *\"\n\nThere he said it, Something that he wouldnt not want to say to a woman. But he couldnt help it. She clearly was trying to cling on him and he thought why not trying when shes trying*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"A hore? Hm, that's new.\" *She lets go of his arm and giggles.* \"I've been called many other things but a hore? Ehe.\" *She put on the velvet coat she had been carrying all this time, as she shivers in the cold air.* \"C'mon, let's go. I'll pay for your room in the Inn. I have enough money anyway.\" *She starts walking back towards the inn, infront of him once again. This night.. It sure is interesting.* ***Just like I hoped.***" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "Before he would enter the inn, he stoped in a instand and would just shake his head slightly, realizing that something is not right. He would straight up say it in a grumpy attitude once again.\n\n\"I dont think so bunny hopper. What is even wrong with you anyway?\"\n\nHis grumpy attitude towards her would be justified indeed. Why all of a sudden would a Woman who from invites someone to a house she owns then suddenly wants to pay for the rent at the inn that he initially would wanted to sleep for the night?\n\n\"First you wanted to invite me to your home. And then all of a sudden as i said outright* **Hore** *,you changed your mind outright.\nIs there something i missed Bunny lady?\"*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "She's just tryna romance bro\n\nAnd plus, she drunk" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She sighs.* \"I'm drunk, you thickhead. And plus, I wanted an interesting night. Are you coming or not?\" *Her heels clank against the floor once again, entering the tavern.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "\"I- Suppose\"\n\nIs all he would said, reminding himself the time when he was to care for other women back when was younger. Hell, lotsa wine and beer for sure for the ladies and gents that was. Not too much of a trouble for that as well.*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She goes up to bar, taking her purse out.* \"How much for a room for two? It's only for a night.\" *The bartender continues to say: \"100 silver.\"* \"Alright. Thank you, dear.\" *She pays the bartender and gets the key, going back to him. \"Come on, I payed and I have the key to the room. Let's go.\" *Walking up stairs, she waits for him.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "*The way she would just outright pay everything gives him a bad vibe. What exactly does she want from him anyway? He propaplrly would only sleep through the night... At least that he would want to try to. If she does have anything in mind. He would prepare for the worst.\n\nHe would just casually walk upstairs. He would clarify the bartender by nodding to him that he wouldnt do anything weird. That is if he hopes that nothings going to happen anything weird as he would enter the room that she just went in*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*Entering the room, she looks at the two beds.* \"Phew they're seperate. Good. In the nicest way possible, I really do not want to sleep in the same bed as you.\" *She hops on the bed, and yawns.* \"What are you waiting for? Go to sleep or something. I'm getting dressed to sleep. I need certain clothing when sleeping.\"" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "Althought he does not take orders from anyone unless he is on contract by it. Alasdair is really just sleepy and would rather just ignore what everything happened this day.\nFor the least the day before was at least better than this he though to himself. Simply letting himself collapse on the bed with his Full equipment on. Straight up sleeping on the go. Of course without to have some security measures by holding his hand on his dagger grib just incase*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*Checking if he's fully asleep, she starts undressing until she's in a silk robe with simple silk garments underneath. Nothing revealing, just comfortable enough to sleep in. She then continues to get under the sheets and try to sleep.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "He does still think however that things could still get wrong here while he would sleep. But he would have to figure it out the next day when he wakes up from his Sleep. Trying to make it cormfatble and not thinking about the Changing Bunny girl*" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would trot her way towards the edge of the outskirts that ran around the city she had stayed the previous night in. While the people she had met there hadn't been the most pleasant, she figured it was just a sign that she was getting close to the border. The war around Mentia sat heavy over everyone's heads and neither Salvainia nor Melody was stranger to it. \n\nThe grass felt soft underfoot as she'd make her way to the land beyond her final city before Mentia, never before had a trip felt so foreboding than having to walk with the constant thoughts of what she'll be witnessing in her home country. It was never in the best state growing up, but for it to get even worst, the centaur couldn't even begin to imagine what must have been happening. She could only attempt to travel as much as she could during the day and rest while she could at night. She was never much of a traveler, especially in deciding to settle at the Capitol for a while only to have to return home a month later. It was exhausting to say the least, but stubbornness and determination refused to let her quit in the endeavor.*" }, { "author": "Ethel Nightshade", "message": "*He had been traveling for a while, the hooded black cloak he wore growing more and more worn with the passing days. It still protected him in the night and the forests, but when he got home he would need to probably find the tailor he always used. In any case, he walked the road home. Hearing tales of war made him uneasy, being a forest hermit he knew little of the politics and strifes of his homeland. The eastern mountains provided protection, atleast he thought. The sun would not hold for much longer, and because of that he set up camp in the forests for the rest of the day, his smoke, while attempted to be concealed, was seen by the deer lady in the short distance. Alongside the smell of roasting vegetables, herbs and meats.*\n\n\"Another expedition, another wasted week...\" *He said to himself, having yet to find out where to go from here. He was tired of coming home empty handed when he sought out adventure and strife. In any case, he sat on the log he had found, fit enough as any to serve as a makeshift bench while he plotted out his next moves. A small bit of log serving as his map as he carved the roads he uses, not having a map of his own.*\n\n*The rushing water muffled any noises of oncoming travelers, which made him a bit uneasy, but this corner of the woods were not too traveled. Barring the caravans every now and then, bandits were rare if you stuck to your wits and did not go into shady paths. He placed his longbow by the makeshift shelter he set up, and waited for the food to cook.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Trees would gradually begin to flood the edges of Melody's vision, causing her to instinctively reach for her weapon at the first signs of daylight faltering for the impending night. It wasn't her first time sleeping out in the night, though she knew to remain cautious of bandits and others of the sort looking to take advantage of a lone wanderer. There hasn't been many sign of others out here, that was until a light stream of smoke had caught her eye within the forest. Campers perhaps or was it a much larger group she should be wary of?\n\nShe'd keep her weapon out of view for a moment as the smell of food seem to confirm that someone must be staying out here for the night in a way. It was almost enough to make her stomach growl, but she shook the feeling off to focus on what was ahead. She'd gracefully leap from one place to another, prancing about as a deer would in the forest. Melody was always warned about that, that some may mistaken her for another prey animal and hunt her by accident, but she always waved the thought off in hoping to catch them before anyone would come to that conclusion.*\"Hello...?\"*She'd decide to call out, making her presence known first in hoping that it wasn't some threat out in the forest. It was dangerous to be traveling alone out here and the last thing she'd want would be an ambush by trying to ignore a possible threat.*" }, { "author": "Ethel Nightshade", "message": "*His eyes darted into the direction he heard the voice. He kept himself ready to rush to his bow incase things went wrong so he would have the advantage of distance.* \"Make your intentions known.\" *He said, stern yet not in the way a bandit would call out. The fire flickered, revealing him being alone, unless he was a lone raider he was more than likely just a traveler, given the way he presented himself as calm yet collected.* \"I have nothing of value besides the bow, if you were hoping I was some sort of lost merchant that would be easy to pick off.\"\n\n*He was still getting used to other people, he was not exactly known for wandering outside of the forests. Upon a closer look, his emerald eyes reflected the light of the flickering fire almost, the only clear visible feature outside of his cloak. The fire-pit seemed to have local fauna and flora, perhaps he was a hunter of sorts? The bow was not exactly one would expect for just combat, looking more like a bow a hunter would used, modified to be strong enough for adventuring. The clothes he wore were weathered from travel, yet not too much. The hood concealed the rest of his face, making it a bit hard to tell what exactly he was besides an humanoid. His accent was at the very least one of Mentia, so that gave some clues.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Make my intentions known. Melody would think it to herself.*\"I am traveling.\"*She'd say simply.*\"Looking for a place to rest before crossing over the Mentia border.\"*It seemed clear enough to her anyways. The light from the fire would be the first thing that caught her eye before shifting them to the shadow of a man that stood not so far from it. He held a bow in his hand, hopefully for his own protection rather than looking to outwardly attack the woman. It was clear he was trying to keep hidden, from what she wasn't sure, but as far as she could see, he was the only one around. Melody would trot closer towards his camp, the glow of the fire first illuminating her deer half before she'd draw close enough for him to be able to make out a more human like torso.\n\nHer orangish colored hair sat tied back with straying locks just at the sides of her face. She bore a light set of Gambeson, the armor appearing more like a large jacket rather than something in a militia. Her own emerald colored eyes would reflect into what she could see of his, almost like looking back at herself had she followed such concealment. She had nothing to hide, however.*\"I'm not here to steal from you. My name is Melody. You don't have to share your own, if you do not wish to. I've simply grown tired from days of travel and have stumbled upon this place.\"*Her tone would come at as more formal the more she spoke, so used to speaking such a way when working. There wasn't much a reason to speak that way here, but she figured most took preference in it.*" }, { "author": "Ethel Nightshade", "message": "\"Ethel. I am also travelling onwards towards there. I am a native of East Mentia, or so I have heard it is called. I am not one to know much of these societal complexities, I just recently decided to leave the forests in search of a more interesting life. Rest here if so desired, even though I am one to keep to myself, I would rather not be the cause someone got lost in the dark.\" *He said, putting his bow down, still in arms reach but not as primed. He was rested on the log, his carvings flickering in the light, showing a long journey he was nearing the end of. His shelter having a bedding of leaves and his backpack strewn about, clearly living off of the land more-so than others.*\n\n\"Do take what you need in terms of food, my foraging and hunting was plentiful. I may not be the best cook in the land, but I know how to do it decently I would hope. Please forgive my untrusting nature, I know not of much what lies outside of the forests. People have not exactly been helpful in telling me, maybe it is because I look like some sort of untrustworthy vagabond? Still, old habits are hard to break. Sorry for the ramblings, I have been told I do it quite often.\" *He finished, his tone more calm yet hard to discern, speaking in a way that seems cold yet paradoxically kind. Perhaps living as a hermit would make someone's social skills be a tad behind.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*East Mentia. So she had heard the accent correctly then.*\"You and me both it seems.\"*She'd say in response to him claiming to head towards the border.*\"Heading home because of the war too?\"*Melody would gradually trot further into his camp at his invitation. With steady legs, she'd bring her deer half down into a laying position so that she could rest for a bit. The food was a secondary thought for her for the time being while she glanced around at the camp.*\n\n\"I don't blame people for being distrusting nowadays. The events going on seems to be affecting everyone, even me. I try to see the best in a person before making assumptions of them though.\"*She'd explain, shifting her gaze to look back towards him.*\"Helpfulness seems to be lost because of that as well, so... Thank you for the hospitality. It's nice to meet another out here that's more welcoming to others. Even if threatening to shoot them first.\"*She'd let out a quiet laugh at the last statement soon dawning on into silence.*" }, { "author": "Ethel Nightshade", "message": "\"I have to be cautious, been taken advantage of quite too many times. I try to be kind, even if it is hard with my limited social interaction. I was not even aware the war was going on for the longest time, no one had bothered to tell me. If it was not obvious, I am not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to local happenings and the politics of it.\" *He said, still unsure what would be waiting for him back home. He barely knew the cities of his own land, much less the current climate of the world.*\n\n\"I try to be alert, yet not anxious. If someone needs help, I will do so. But I will be ready to draw my bow at a moments notice at all times, you never know what someone's true motives are, even if you try to be an optimist. I am not one, but I am not one to avoid seeing the good in people to the point of being fully cynical. Sorry about the bow, I did not intend to shoot unless you attacked first, if it is of any reassurance.\" *He said, still a bit nervous, but less-so than before.* \"Maybe my ignorance to the outside climate is a blessing sometimes, having not completely fallen to cynicism. Still, I wish people would at the very least tell me where I could learn about it. Being an adventurer with no leads is frustrating.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Optimism is often pushed away as wishful thinking. It's better to know one's intention first than to assume they're always out for themselves. Fear of each other leads people to hurt themselves more than need be had they taken the time to get to know the person.\"*By now darkness had fallen across the sky, leaving Melody to try to keep absently aware of what went on around her in such an ominous forest.*\"I don't pay a lot of attention to politics either, but I do work for law enforcement and it is my job to keep aware of some things. Especially things that are negatively impacting my home country. The war has been going on for as long as I can remember, but only recently I've heard that things have been getting worst. I don't look to involve myself, just to get my family to leave...\"*She'd explain, not minding sharing such with an individual. It at least had some information of what went on while explaining her reasoning for being here further.\n\nShe'd remove the small sack across her back, placing it down on the ground as she made sure she still had enough rations for the trip across the border. Melody idly listened to the man explain his history with people, understanding why one would be less trusting of others.*\"Ignorance is bliss some say. If you prefer keeping out of the way of things going on in Mentia it would be best to head further Southeast... But I can understand as an adventurer, you're more of a person of action, yes?\"*She'd question him. Melody could have easily just mistaken him for another hunter, but his own reasonings for entering a country at war went unbeknownst to her. Maybe he was like the other Mercenaries looking to take advantage of it or perhaps he was simply wandering from place to place with no clear motives.*" }, { "author": "Ethel Nightshade", "message": "\"I do not seek action, although action would be nice. I adventure to find a meaning in it all, and hopefully find fame and fortune alongside it. Being a hunter is fine, but at the end of the day, once my toils are done, I have done no more impact than that of the wild fauna. I... Guess it is just a desire to not have my young years not mean anything, no?\" *He said, taking note of the place of refuge down south.* \"I can understand seeking to evacuate your kin and elders. Much of my own left, leaving me back home to run the family butchery and forage. Saying I miss having people to talk to is an understatement, even hermits like me grow bored of stagnation.\" *The roaring fire was much more steady now, as he added some more herbs and wild berries. He did not know much about species diets, so he figured a bit of everything as a ration would be alright.*\n\n\"So, might I ask, what do you plan to do when you head home? Do you plan to bring your kinsmen back around these parts? Sorry if I seem probing, even though it is not my intention, I am told I come off as rude. Fact is, I never really learned what social norms exist and how not to probe too much, to say curiosity has gotten me in trouble many times would be playing it down to the highest degree.\" *He said, part of it due to curiosity, part of it wondering where she would see as safe at this time. He had gotten caught in quite a few skirmishes, so it would be nice to know where he could lay low incase he was forced to leave his cottage due to crisis.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Maybe you can find a group to call your own.\"*She'd suggest in a lighter tone.*\"Ones whose goals or ideas line up with your own. Of course, that would mean you'd have to go searching, but maybe that's one thing to try to work towards.\"*Melody would smile at the thought, though it quickly faded as she realized how her own goals for becoming a captain of a guard were being deterred in her suddenly leaving to travel all the way up North. Just when she managed to join a guild nonetheless. It probably wasn't the best showing of her dependability. She only hoped that she'd be able to fix it whenever she returned. If she managed to that is.\n\nShe'd be snapped out of her thoughts by his own questions towards her plans, quickly shaking her head to and fro.*\"It's okay. I'm hoping to move them at least to Salvainia... Maybe further if the war gets any worse from there... I'm not too sure where I would take them specifically, but hopefully I can at least find a temporary place of refuge for them. Maybe even buy somewhere for them to stay in the Capitol so they'll still be close.\"*She scratched at her head, almost as if she were lost as to what to do beyond that.*\"From the word I've been given. I don't know if it'll ever be safe for them to return home, but I'll be fortunate enough to at least get them through this long trip.\"" }, { "author": "Ethel Nightshade", "message": "\"I do not think there is a group that would have me. Unless there is some fort of guard that hires random huntsmen off of the street. Besides... I would be lying if I said I did not fear... Having to hunt man. Animals are easy, at the end of the day, they move on. Every life a guard takes, rightful or not, leaves a hole in people that will never fully heal. That is why I am sort of afraid of heading home, truth be told. Every day it would seem, from what I have been told, my kinsmen kill each other, as families grow distant and violent. I am no pacifist, but... It would take me months to recover from killing someone who, at one time, would have been a friend and a kinsman.\"\n\n*He rubbed his neck through his cloak.* \"Sorry, there I go again with my rants. Hopefully I will learn one day how to put these thoughts aside for the missions I will be given. You must be quite resilient, having such a strong heart to be a guard. Keeping your humanity through the trials you have faced.\" *He said, the food growing ready as he added some finishing spices he found and ground.* \"Do you have any dietary habits I should be aware of when I give you your portion? Do you eat meat, have any foods you will not eat, ectara ectara.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Ethel was right about one thing. There was a high chance of groups going out to kill people to get their ways. Melody didn't like thinking about it too much. Even in temporary bounty hunting, she made sure to bring the person back in one piece even if they were left injured from a fight. She didn't lose hope, however, that there were some people out protecting people as it should be done despite the world they lived in where killing seemed like the only option for them.*\"You never know.\"*She'd reply gently.*\"With enough skill, effort, and confidence you might just find what you're looking for if not them finding you.\"\n\n*She'd glance over at the fire for a while, shoulders slouching a bit in exhaustion hitting her.*\"It's funny actually. I was hoping to lead my own guard one day. Having to travel back home is getting in the way a bit, but I don't plan on giving up on that goal anytime soon. After all, it'll take a while to find the right people for it one way or another.\"*She'd look back towards him, watching as he'd finish up preparing the food and would ask if there was anything specific she ate.*\"Anything is fine really. Believe it or not, I'm not actually a deer.\"*She'd chuckle a bit at that, coming to find some amusement in it. Perhaps it had something to do with a lot of people not seeing many centaurs around. Even now, that seemed strange to her.*" }, { "author": "Ethel Nightshade", "message": "\"Ah, that makes sense. I have never seen one of your kind, only in the stray book here and there that I found. Where I am from, most keep to themselves outside of commerce. Not a lot of chances to meet other people. Me being the type of person to go days on end to bring a few pounds of meat and hide did not help. It sells out extremely quickly, never knew why. Perhaps the war has led to some type of food shortage. I would not be one to notice, I hunt and farm all my own meals, barring the one time I went to a tavern a few days back.\"\n\n*He handed some cooked mutton over, with a side of wild carrots. Despite him saying he was not a cook, the food was quite well made. Garnished with herbs and heavily spiced from what he could find, it rivaled some taverns.* \"I do hope you find it well enough, had to go on a wild chase for it. Hard to aim an arrow when the target keeps running circles 'round ya.\" *He added some herbs and twigs to the fire, producing a bit of smoke.* \"Should be late enough that I can afford to let more smoke out, helps to keep away the bugs. So, if you do not mind me asking, which part of Mentia do you hail from? I would tell you which part of the east I was from, but, truth be told, I do not quite know myself due to my lack of geographic knowledge.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would grab the food as it was handed to her, taking and eating some of the carrots first to put something light in her stomach before moving on to the mutton.*\"Strange.\"*She'd say between bites.*\"I always thought hunters tried catching the animals before they realize they're there.\"*Maybe she had some misconceptions on hunting. While she was oddly stealthy for her size, she never really understood what it was like hunting animals down. She never even used a bow before like the Macen seemed to be. Melody would swallow some of the mutton, coming to enjoy its taste. It had been a while since she's ever eaten mutton, though maybe she could give it a try whenever she got back to the Capitol.*\n\n\"North Mentia.\"*She'd say to answer his question.*\"Just further north of the Capitol.\"*Melody would let out a quiet exhale of air.*\"It probably won't stand a chance in the war, but I've come to terms with accepting it might not be there when it's over. Will just have to make a new life out here y'know?\"" }, { "author": "Ethel Nightshade", "message": "\"That is the typical, but if a good goat catches me, I am not one to give up the hunt that quick. Worst comes to worst, I eat the mushrooms I was intending to save for some stew when I find some earthy meat to go with it.\" *He said, biting into the mutton like a wild beast, he was probably not one to learn table manners. Luckily there was no table, at the very least. He never went much north, having only went on a expedition when fauna were low back home.* \"I hope the food is to your liking, I learned a thing or two at the very least. Having to cook my own meals became the standard when a bunch of... What do you call those exiled by war... In any case, populations grew so much. Even my hometown has seen people all over, and it has barely enough more than an outpost.\"\n\n*He seemed a bit understanding of it.* \"Cannot be easy, I know if I went home and found it barren with the blood of warfare on it, I would probably run to the forests for eons. I do not have the funds to move into the much more urban areas here, and I know not of any small towns.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Must be pretty agile to be able to keep up with them-.\"*She'd compliment, pausing only as the man would sloppily eat at his food. After a short moment of staring, she'd eventually avert her gaze to focus on her own food.*\"It's pretty good. Maybe you can join a hunting group if anything when everything is said and done. You seem pretty resourceful.\"*After a while, she would soon finish the food, feeling contently full from it. It was enough to make her yawn a bit, but she tried to keep herself awake for the sake of talking to the person more.*\n\n\"Seems like a lot of people must be taking refuge there. I can only imagine how overpopulated it must be with everyone trying to flee the country.\"*Melody wondered if her family had taken to the idea or had decided to stick where they were. Surely they wouldn't endanger themselves that way. They've always been the type to avoid danger if they could help it. A frown would appear on her face, the thoughts of potential future encounters causing her to grow mentally exhausted the more she stressed over it. She simply needed to get through it and get back. Nothing more. She'd look back at the man, curious eyes studying him for a short moment as the Centaur would change subject.*\"Do you always wear that cloak whenever you go?\"*She'd ask. I'd imagine it must get in the way with hunting effectively.\"" }, { "author": "Ethel Nightshade", "message": "\"Yes, it actually helps quite a bit, since I tend to hunt and travel in the darkest shade I can find. I get pretty nervous traveling these streets, as I do not know next to anything about the land outside of my homeland. Does not help bandits tend to work in groups. One or two I can handle if I have distance, three or more, or one that gets the sneak on me and I am done. If I need to fight, I do it from the shadows so I can hit my targets without them being able to hit me. Cloak conceals my colors and makes it harder to hit me, as it muffles the shape of my body...\"\n\n*He said, his tone getting a bit more... Down.* \"...It also helps me keep my confidence, as it makes me seem a lot more experienced than I am. When I am hidden within it, nobody can tell if I am afraid, or if I am wounded, barring tears in the cloak. I do not like to appear weak, people underestimate me a lot, I am not a professional mercenary after-all. If nobody can see me, it means they cannot tell if I am stressed, or near breaking...\" *He said, before shaking his head and snapping out of it.* \"Sorry. What about your land, has it been hurt by the war yet? I have been lucky to avoid it for the most-part, barring the people seeking refuge, as you said it was called.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would tilt her head to the side a bit at his explanation.*\"Are you afraid or wounded right now...?\"*She'd ask him. There was always the potential of him concealing himself, but with the fire here, a simple cloak wouldn't completely hide the evidence of someone being around. Surely that wasn't the case now. She'd open her mouth to ask another question, but by then it seemed he shifted the subject back to her country. Maybe she won't be able to hear much about it. How saddening that he wore a cloak to hide outside of combat to hide whatever emotion he must be feeling.*\n\n\"It was doing alright when I last left it. Now I suspect it'll be the first to fall if the other countries decide to take advantage of its small size. I was gone by then. So I'll find out whenever I get there...\"*She'd come to lay down on her side, that being the most comfortable position she could lay down in as she'd look over at him.*\"I try not to stress too much about it though. First I have to focus on getting there. Worrying so far into the future will only cloud my focus in the present.\"" }, { "author": "Ethel Nightshade", "message": "\"I wish I had that willpower, my mind is always racing about the future. Would my kinsmen be proud? Will they still be there when the war is over? Should I just go back to a simple hunters life before I end up empty-handed? I guess I am mostly... Stubborn, I want my life to have meant something, to put it in a way that is understandable. I want to at the very least be a footnote in some odd book, hopefully more. As for why I am wearing the cloak right now... No reason other than my linen is tattered from weeks of non-stop travel with no tailoring or spare sets, I planned to head home sooner but I followed a dead-end lead on some possible lost ruins. Nothing came of it.\"\n\n*He looked onwards, noting the status of the north.* \"I know not of my homelands power, I guess it is not what I concern myself with. The forests will always be there. What worries me is the bloodshed that will come, not which elite rules over us. Would I prefer if my way of life was preserved? Yes. But... My bigger worry is that at the end of this, there will be too few people for it to matter...\" *He said in a much more quiet tone.* \"As long as there are forests, I will survive. The question is if I will thrive.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would fall silent listening to him, one would normally be suspecting she had dozed off by now, but she hadn't. Instead she remained silently listening to his own ramblings on worrying about the future and what his life would become once the war ends. She didn't have an answer towards it. War would end in carnage no matter what happened, but she hoped to live a life where she could protect people from having to live in constant fear of what would become of them.*\n\n\"If you could... Forget about expectations... About what kinsmen would want from you... About the war that's going on... About where it is you stand currently... If there was nothing but the land and animals and people inhabiting it... And you could be anything... Create any sort of reputation for yourself...\"*She'd look over towards him.*\"What would you want that to be?\"*Melody would leave that much silence for him, figuring the question probably took a lot of thought to answer. She already had her own answer for it, but as much as he seemed to have some ideas of what he wanted, how he wanted to go about it was unclear to her. Maybe it was unclear to him too. Just living to survive was hardly living at all. Did he even want to go beyond the life of a hunter if it meant more risks to be taken?*" }, { "author": "Ethel Nightshade", "message": "\"...Probably a scholar, believe it or not. They make a mark on the world not of destruction, but of creation. Not to mention it would give me a chance to learn the world's secrets and maybe find out what the meaning of all of this is...\" *He said, his voice going more and more quiet.* \"I do not think that is realistic, though. I am a hunter and farmer, and my intelligence of this world ends at the forests. I used to want to really try and become one but, sometimes life hands you a deck and you have to play it. That is besides the question, though. Most people are shocked that, of all things, that was my dream. Typically I am seen more-so as a ranger mercenary, or by the less forgiving, some sort of raiding vagabond.\"\n\n*He said, remembering all the times he snuck a few books on the odd field here and there. He could not afford them when he was younger, and his parents were more focused on training him for the family business. He did not think it was their fault, but he did wish that maybe they would have given it a shot. Maybe he wouldn't be so lost right about now.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Hm.\"*She'd say in thought.*\"I don't think it's a far fetched idea. If you can read and write, you're already halfway there. All that's left is going out and learning of the world. Which I guess isn't in the best state currently, but if it's what you really want to do... Don't try to give up because life gave you a challenge... Overcome it...\"*She had to already deal with coming to a new world that seemed prepared little for centaurs. Even in some cases of bounty hunting it wasn't always the easiest, especially in maneuverability, but she refused to quit on it even with her family speaking against the idea of the career she chose. \n\nIt would be wrong to expect the same of a stranger she had just met, but she wanted to at least wish he gave the idea a chance as dead as it might be now. Too many people had been forced into lives and conditions they shouldn't have to live in. Him included. If being a scholar would make him happy why give up on it because of how he's looked at?*\"We live in a magical world y'know. Miracles can happen. Why not give being a scholar a try?\"" }, { "author": "faixt123", "message": "{{Going to take a bit of a break, need to take care of things. Will respond when I am back, just wanted to lyk.}}" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Ah, the library. A place of wonder and adventure, books of all kinds! Cuo enjoyed the reading. It helped escape the grim reality, though with the oncoming war, perhaps it was time to check out some useful information.*\n\n*Cuo sat at a table by herself, other patrons clearly steering clear of her. The seemingly innocent girl was happily reading a book, swinging her feet back and forth, head resting on her hand, smiling as she slowly went through the pages. Said book was a dark tale of a hidden cult worshipping the Void Dragons. Shunned in Mentia. To be accused of worshipping them was as severe as a crime. Yet this girl was happily reading it like a bedtime story.*\n\n*The other books next to her were more focused on magic and the history of magic itself. Interestingly, Cuo had a black grimoire strapped to her belt.*\n\n*It was no coincedence that the other people in the library avoided her like the plague. The head nervously looked back at her from time to time, as well as the other patrons. A dark aura could be felt around her.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel had made his way into the library after receiving another job for the day. He had been keeping on the down low with tasks around Mentia, not wanting to get too involved with the warfare after his last visit. He had other things needing to be done elsewhere to be caught up into it in the moment. This job, however, seemed a lot simpler. It appeared a bunch of people were becoming wary of some person practicing some kind of magic that was frowned upon. At least that was as much as Terrel cared to listen about. All magic was the same to him.\n\nAfter having to ask his way through a few crowds, he eventually winded up here, in the library, where the aura of discomfort was so strong that even he could feel it in the air. He didn't have to roam far to eventually notice Cuo reading some book on her lonesome. It would have been a shot in the dark to assume this issue stemmed from her, but after watching a few other people walk by, it was clear she was being avoided. It didn't seem like this job would be so hard after all.\n\nHe approached the table she was at from behind, his pig-like shadow looming over the book she was reading before he finally spoke.*\"Enjoying a nice book there?\"*He asked her.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo was completely unaware of the Terrel's presence until he was behind her. The mage turned around, a curious look on her face.*\n\n\"Hm? Oh! Is that a pig mask??!!\"\n\n*Cuo was visibly excited, clasping her hands together before regaining her composure.*\n\n\"Sorry about that. Yeah, I am! It's a story about these people worshipping the Mentian Void Dragons. You never hear anything about them ordinarily!\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*At her reaction to his mask, Terrel rose a finger to his mouth to signify as a reminder that they were in a library. A smirk of mischief had crossed his face, however.*\"Can't say I've heard of that story before.\"*He says to her as he found himself a seat next to her.*\"Must be a rare piece of literature. I assume that's what brought you all the way to Mentia's Library? Always has a book for something here.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Whoops. I'll be quiet.\"\n\n*A mischievous grin was matched by Cuo.*\n\n\"It's a rare bit indeed. Glad that the library still keeps these things around. It'd be a shame if ancient history was lost. Though, I'm in Mentia for something else.\"\n\n*The mage was lost in thought for a moment before turning, sitting backwards on the chair to face Terrel.*\n\n\"So, what are you here for, Mr...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Pig. If you'd like to call me such.\"*He says, coming to rest his head in his palm as his elbow met the table.*\"Been doing some investigation work around here. It seems like despite the whole nation being at war, the community finds smaller things to worry of.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Pig? Isn't that normally an insult?\"\n\n*Quizzical now, Cuo leaned her head to the side. Investigation work? At a library?*\n\n\"What are you investigating, Mr. Pig? There isn't much here at the library. Unless you're looking for history.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Maybe to some. But I find it funny.\"*He answers to her first question before answering the next.*\"Oh something about someone practicing dark magic or something along those lines. I've been following gossip up around until I ended up here. Fairly certain I'm going in circles, but I'm sure I'll eventually get some kind of lead by the end of the day. I figured here would be a nice place to rest for the time being at least. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this case would you?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"...Dark magic? Well, that depends on what you consider dark magic, yes?\"\n\n*Cuo smiled, holding up a single finger.*\n\n\"If a culture despises fire and labels it dark magic, does that mean all fire magic is a form of dark magic? And what if dark magic ends up saving someone? Is it still dark magic?\"\n\n*Cuo's smile slightly faltered at the discussion of dark magic, though was still maintained.*\n\n\"Anyway, since I can't classify dark magic... I don't know anything!\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"It's anyone's guess of what they mean by that. I've never been a magic kind of person. I'm sure I'll be able to narrow it down after asking around a bit. But that's my day so far. What brings you to Mentia if not for the book?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Well, *This* Book is just for learning history. Others can teach you magic. Like this one!\"\n\n*Cuo holds up a book labeled \"Cycle: The relationship of life and death\".*\n\n\"It's about Life and Death magic and how they're related. Most tend to think that Life is good while Death is evil. But that's not true! Death is simply the lack of life, and can be used to your advantage if utilized properly. The Defy spell can make you fight on for even longer! This is a really basic book though. There's a bunch of others that can make you really strong if you know what they're worth.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel eyed her curiously for a moment. While he never cared much for magic, it never failed to capture his interest every now and then.*\"Y'know if you really think about it... These two forms of magic do the same thing, just in a different way.\"*He said thoughtfully.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"I know! It's just positive and negative. Have too much of one or the other and you get an imbalance. Of course, one goes more easily out of control than the other.\"\n\n*'...Kid, you're saying a bit much.'*\n\n\"Huh? I'm not saying too much. I'm keeping my voice down. This is a library.\"\n\n*''Whatever. Just deal with this quickly.'*\n\n\"Ok, Garuda.\"\n\n*'Don't use that so nonchalantly.'*\n\n\"Sorry about that. I get distracted easily.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel raised an eyebrow in question as she went back and forth with herself. Great, another weirdo. It seemed like this library attracted all of them.*\"Who... Were you talking to?\"*He dared ask slowly.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Ah, uh... The voices in my head. They speak from time to time.\"\n\n*'You messed up.'*\n\n*\"I know!\"*\n\n\n\n\"I'm not exactly the most sane person. Sorry!\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Well at least she could admit to it and he wouldn't have to deal with someone in denial too. The Silnari let out an audible sigh.*\"I guess no one is really.\"*He said idly.*\"I reckon the world has driven everyone to madness.\"*The Silnari let out a small chuckle.*\"Don't worry about it. I'm sure it can't be saved regardless.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*'Shut up'*\n\n*\"No! This guy is nice!\"*\n\n\"The world is a weird place. And a mean one. Thanks for being one of the nice ones!\"\n\n\"I'm also looking into the war a bit. I don't have a job at the moment, so maybe some pay can come my way.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He let out a snort of amusement.*\"And what do you plan on doing in the war? I wouldn't assume fighting unless you're planning on using those 'dark magic' spells you've been reading on.\"*The Elf half-joked.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*'Nice, huh?'*\n\n*\"Shut up\"*\n\n*The expression on Cuo's face soured into a pout.*\n\n\"It's not dark. It's just different! It's not like I worship dragons anyway. They're stupid. I'm not even from here!\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He lets out a laugh.*\"Calm down, I'm just messing with you. You seemed so interested in the topic earlier.\"*He said.*\"What do you plan to do with the war then?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Hmph! Well anyway... I was thinking acting more like a support. I know some buffing spells and some area denial.\"\n\n*Cuo's pouting face remained, before relaxing once more and sitting cross legged.*\n\n\"Tell me Mr. Pig. What do you do?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair as if thinking about the question.*\"I travel. Sometimes to places where I'm wanted, sometimes to places where I'm not wanted.\"*He grinned then gazed back over to Cuo.*\"But since being in the area I've just been doing menial tasks. Getting messages delivered, finding stuff, investigations.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Really? That's it?\"\n\n*Tilting her head, Cuo thought that this man would be doing something more. He certainly was odd, so maybe it wasn't out of the question.*\n\n\"So uh, anything else for the investigation of magic?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"What? Was hoping for more?\"*He asked her teasingly.*\"We can't all be having the most interesting lives, eh?\"*He sat up more straight as she brought up the magic investigation.*\"Right. The case. Definitely feels like I'm around the right spot, but you don't exactly see people just waving around 'dark magic' anywhere. I'll probably give this place another sweep through when I resume. Seems like a lot of people on this place are very nervous about something though.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Maybe? You seem interesting. With the pig mask and all. Well, good luck on your investigation of dark ma-\"\n\n*'That's enough'*\n\n*Cuo collapses, face falling straight into the book. When she sat back up though, there were several things off. The dark aura surrounding her had noticably increased, and her face no longer had that cheerful, innocent look. Instead it was one that was almost uncaring, indifferent.*" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"That's enough of the kid talking. She was going to give it away regardless. I'm assuming you're investigating me, Mr. Pig?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel was staring at her with a very blank expression in him hardly understanding what just happened. He paused and blinked for a few moments before finally processing the question. It was enough to get his attention, though now he was confused on who exactly he was talking to.*\"That depends...\"*He says slowly as if trying to gauge something.*\"Who are you exactly?\"" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"The girl you were talking with earlier is someone else. I'll call her Cup, just to keep her name safe. I'm Garuda. I'm currently possessing her. Hm. She's gotten stronger. The difference in our power isn't as noticable. Eh, that'll change eventually.\"\n\n*Garuda looked to the various books on the table.*\n\n\"Looks like she inherited my taste too. These are some good ones.\"\n\n*The mage then looked towards the Silnari in front of her.*\n\n\"We both know your name isn't Pig. I can also tell you're not just any old person running errands.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Possession huh... Well that's a first... No second...\"*He said thinking of previous encounters aloud.*\"I'm just going to hope this isn't a whole different personality kind of thing going on with whatever magic stuff just happened.\"*He eyed her thoughtfully.*\"You seem a bit quicker to the point though. I can respect that. And trust me, if I were any older I'd be the one sending people on errands.\n\n It won't matter much to you who I am or what I do, but you are correct as far as the investigation goes. People want you gone if that makes things any simpler or rather... If how the people in this library have been acting didn't already show that.\"" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"Sorry. It is an entire personality thing. Cup is asleep right now, and I've taken over her body. I'll give it back once I'm done.\"\n\n*A wry smile comes from Garuda, before closing the book in front of her.*\n\n\"Come on now. Can't a woman read her books in peace?\"\n\n*Her eyes flash to the older woman at the counter, who is now paralyzed in fear.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Well there went that hope, though that made it even more confusing in the end to the Elf. It wasn't for him to concern over, however. There were too many unstable people in the world for him to care. Terrel looked between Garuda then the older woman, then back to Garuda and proceeded to give Garuda a flick on the forehead.*\"Yes, but only at the preference of others.\"*He answered.*\"That's just how the world works.\"" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "*Garuda seemed completely oblivious to the flick on the forehead, though she did turn back towards him.*\n\n\"Fine, fine. What's the deal anyway? Removing me from the premises? Extermination? I hope it's the former, in which case, I'll take some of these with me. And something else I have in mind.\"\n\n*A sly smile appeared on Garuda's face.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Something along those lines. It's the former if you don't come back and at this point I feel they wouldn't care to lose a bit of literature to be rid of you.\"*He answered.*\"Don't start going on a spree though. I don't want my next errand to be having to track all of them down again.\"" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"Fine. I'll take these with me then.\"\n\n*Standing up, Garuda opens a book bag, putting all the books inside before slinging it over her shoulder.*\n\n\"So we just leave and that's it?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yes yes, far and long enough for me to at least get my payment for the day.\"*He said, it being quite clear that he didn't care if she stayed gone.*" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"And exactly how far and how long is enough?\"\n\n*Clearly, Mr. Pig didn't care. Theoretically she could keep on coming back a week later.*\n\n\"I also have to ask a favor. Best do it outside though.\"\n\n*Garuda began walking to the entrance of the library, much to the people's relief*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Outside of Mentia's border for a couple days I suppose.\"*He told her, getting up as she did. At the mention of a favor, he looked at her with question and followed.*\"Don't ask for one if you aren't prepared to return it.\"*He said to her.*" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"Outside the border? That's quite a long ways. How about the forest or something? That should be far enough.\"\n\n*Garuda continued walking until outside, then turned towards Mr. Pig, pointing at her (technically Cuo's) face.*\n\n\"I want you to punch me in the face. As hard as you can. Only once. I want to know how strong people have gotten, since I know you're not just an errand runner, are you?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Deal.\"*He says about the forest bit.*\"As long as no one knows you're there and starts a new rumor.\"*The Silnari makes his way outside and stop as Garuda did.*\"An errand runner and a traveler, yes. A punch from me could hardly compare to those with actual experience.\"*He said, lying through his teeth.*\"I'm not much of a fighter or anything.\"" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"Done. No one will know. I'll make sure to keep the kid in check.\"\n\n*Garuda continued to walk towards the forest, though it would be quite a long ways through the town streets.*\n\n\"Don't lie to me. Unlike the kid, I'm relatively adept at determining the power of other people.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If that was the case, you wouldn't be asking to be punched in the face. But I digress.\"*The Silnari says.*\"If that's what you really want, I see no problem with it.\"" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"Eh, I'll regenerate it. I just need a dead goblin or something.\"\n\n*The two would eventually make their way to the forest, where Garuda would stand square, her arms stretched out and a smug expression on her face.*\n\n\"Go for it. I want to see how strong some people are.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Once they were in the forest, Terrel had come to a stop and looked over to her.*\"Well don't act too excited.\"*He said to her in return. The Elf moved to stand square opposite of her.*\"I do this favor and you do a favor for me in the future, hm?\"*The Silnari asked her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"Depends what the favor is. But sure. Come on now.\"\n\n*Garuda focused her magic sight on the pig, watching to try and see what color he would glow. It probably wouldn't occur until he initiated a punch though.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Likely a menial task of sorts. I do have a lot of errands to run after all.\"*He says casually. With her agreement to it, Terrel finally decided to go through with her request. Since she already seemed ready, he didn't give her an extra moment's notice before he had punched her square in the chest with enough force to send her back a few several feet. It wasn't a hit of violent intent, but instead of something that carried more focus to create enough impact to displace her without causing too much harm.*" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "*The mage looked at the hand barreling towards her, trying to discern the pig's threat level. All of a sudden, she saw it. Her eyes widened as the Silnari's aura was visible.*\n\n*Red.*\n\n*She could feel the bones in her chest creak under the impact as she was sent flying backwards into a nearby tree. So this was what some adventurers had been up to. Without a doubt, even if she tried, this pig man could easily dispatch of her and Cuo. Evidently, she needed to regain her power.*\n\n*Blood soon began to slowly flow from her mouth as Garuda stood up, before suddenly collapsing. A moment later, her expression changed to one of pain and confusion.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel approached the collapsed woman and crouched down beside her to be more at her level. Although his frame was still much larger in comparison. It didn't seem like he had noticed the change between forms initially as he casually prodded her in the side and said:*\"Guessing you'll be looking for that dead goblin now, hm?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"H-huh?\"\n\n*Cuo began to violently cough up blood, hacking and wheezing as she felt an immense pain in her chest.*\n\n\"Wh-what happened??\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Either the Silnari had hit her so hard that it knocked the memory out of her or this wasn't the same one he was talking to just a second ago. It can be either or.*\"Got pretty beaten up out here. What was the last thing you remember?\"*He decided asked her.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo looks up to the Silnari, evidently confused*\n\n\"Oh, Mr. Pig. Did-ow-Garuda take over for a bit? We were just in the-*Cough*-library-\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Most definitely.\"*He answered her.*\"Seems like she kinda left you hanging there. Probably should do something about those injuries before it gets to be too late.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo stood up shakily before collapsing to her knees, trying to breathe in deeply. Pain shot through as the air entered her lungs.*\n\n\"D-did you punch me or something?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"No, I punched her. Because she asked for it. Quite literally.\"*He answered.*\"Tried to talk her out of it, but she seemed pretty set on it for some reason.\"*The Silnari caught one of Cuo's arms as she fell back to her knees, allowing her the opportunity to use him as support.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Th-thanks... Damn Garuda... I need a corpse...\"\n\n*Cuo held onto the Silnari's arm, and he could tell that she really was physically weak. It was a surprise that she was able to handle a punch like that.*\n\n\"...Can I have some life force? Just a little-\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"From me?\"*He let out a humored laugh.*\"No.\"*The Silnari told her simply.*\"But I can at least offer you this to ensure you survive the next five minutes out here.\"*Terrel reached for a bottle that sat strapped to his belt. It appeared to have some form of red liquid inside and he held it out to her for her to take.*\"Should at least help with the worst of it. Any more than that, you'll likely need more help than I can give you out here.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo's eyes lit up upon seeing the potion and accepted, taking the bottle. She opened the cork and was about to chug it down, but sniffed it first, then chugged it.*\n\n\"Oh, thank you Mr. Pig. ....Though you did punch my body. I should be fine for now. I just need to kill a rat or something.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You have a very odd way of recovering that honestly reminds me of someone I once knew.\"*He thought aloud then paused for a moment and stood up.*\"Are you able to stand?\"*He eventually asked her, holding out a hand in assistance.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo let her head rest back, taking in a deep breath before nodding, wiping the blood from her mouth.*\n\n\"Heh, have experience with dark magic, huh? As much as I don't want to admit it, it is quite gruesome. I can stand.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He chuckled.*\"Nah... Just way too many vampires... Some of which having magic.\"*The Silnari answered her.*\"I am still but a magic-less pig after all. But at any rate, you shouldn't head back to the town anytime soon. Garuda isn't welcomed back there. I'm sure she'll fill you in more. Maybe. I have no clue how this whole thing works.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*A blank expression takes the mage's face as she looks at Terrel. What had Garuda done now.*\n\n\"Not a vampire. Though I guess it's similar? Garuda's a troublemaker... I should have expected this.\"\n\n*Cuo soon feels the bag full of books by her side though, and opens it.*\n\n\"...Though I suppose she can be good for some things.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"A user of the dark arts assumingely.\"*He says.*\"Toying with the dead as opposed to the living? Whatever it is, it's beyond my payment. Just hang around the forest for a few days before heading back. Hopefully you'll find everything you'll need out here.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Toys with both.\"\n\n*Cuo looked around her, letting out a sigh.*\n\n\"Man, I really can't live a normal life huh?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I suppose not.\"*He said before proceeding to boop her on the nose and stand up.*\"But maybe that's alright. The ones with normal lives are typically forgotten a lot faster. I'm sure yours is abnormal for a reason whether you see the good in it or not.\"*The Silnari turned to walk away after before glancing back towards her and saying in a more authoritative tone:*\"I better not catch you lingering around these parts again if you know what's good for you.\"*He thin flashed a mischievous grin, chuckled, and then headed off.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Normal?*\n\n*Cuo blinked as the pig man booped her on the nose, looking as he began to walk away. Sitting back against the tree, all she could think about was about her life.*\n\n*It had been as terrible and as abnormal as could possibly be. But why? Why was she being punished for no reason?*\n\n*She opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it, feeling the toxic hate rise up again.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*100 pushups. 100 situps. 100 squats. And a 10 kilometer run, every single day.*\n\n*After being bedridden for months, Serena had finally gotten well enough to train again. On the recovery process, someone had recommended her this training regiment for now. Grey? Aldeberto? She had forgotten. Oh well. Maybe she should start adding pullups to it too.*\n\n*The uzhi was jogging in a tough pair of overalls, with a white shirt paired with a linen vest. Sweat ran down her translucent skin, turning some of her shirt a light grey. A dagger on her side and several pistols strapped to her belt and in her vest served as protection in case she ran into anything odd. And run into odd things she would.*\n\n*Upon the path she normally took was a dark skinned, blue horned man. A blue oni, evidently. And he seemed to be meditating around a bunch of rocks? Withdrawing a pistol, Serena steadily approached him, though held the barrel down. He didn't seem to be dangerous, but just in case. She walked around him, before wrapping an arm around his shoulder.*\n\n\"Hey.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*The Oni was oddly cold to touch, almost corpse-like from how still he was. As she spoke, the blue-light emanating from him suddenly went out. His eyes shot open, confused, as he let out a gasp of air almost like his soul was shoved right back into him. He turned his head, his gaze following the woman's arm all the way up until he had locked eyes with her. What momentary confusion he had, suddenly turned to irritability. Ryker had reacted so quickly, standing up as a vortex of air surrounded him to create some space between the two.*\"Don't you know better than to wake a person visiting the spirit realm?\"*He snapped at her. Even now, he was still trying to shake off the initial shock. It was like his body was in fight or flight mode, but he stood firm and defensively in still trying to gauge whether this person was looking to cause trouble.*" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*Damn, he was cold. Maybe he needed some soup to warm up. Or maybe a jog.*\n\n*Serena looked to perhaps tighten her grip on the man as her dead stare looked him in the eyes. Before she knew it though, a gust of wind blew him away, and he was out of her reach. The uzhi was surprised, but not overly so, turning to where the Oni was now.*\n\n\"....Spirit realm? You're not trying to contact the void dragons are you?\"\n\n*Serena's face was mostly apathetic, with the corners of her mouth curling up slightly with entertainment. The pistol in her right hand was simply held at her hip.*\n\n\"I'd be suspicious if I found some mage in the 'spirit realm' in the middle of the forest, away from everyone else.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*He kept his eyes locked on Serena and gradually shifted it down to peer at her weapon, one he wasn't as familiar with.*\"I was trying to get summon contracts.\"*He said to her.*\"If it was my hope to be interrupted in such a way then I may well had done it in the middle of the streets where I'm sure all spirits go.\"*He summoned his staff to hand and in a flash of blue light, the gems and stones vanished from sight. The initial shock was gradually fading out of him, but whatever progress he had made had now reverted back to square one.*\"Am I to assume you have any more business here than me?\"*He questioned her.*" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Summon contracts? So you're a businessman. You don't look like one though. If you wanted to be undisturbed you could just find a room or house to do it in.\"\n\n*Serena grit her nonexistent teeth, the grip on her pistol tightening as Ryker summoned his staff. She certainly wasn't looking for a fight; she had just started recovery after all.*\n\n\"I would sit down, but I'm still warm right now. I'm no law enforcement, but I'll get paid if I turn in a criminal. You don't look like one, so maybe you can explain exactly what you're doing here?\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"A summoner...\"*He corrected apathetically.*\"My time spent here is meant to be short and undisturbed.\"*The Oni proceeded to point his staff at her.*\"You, on the other hand seem insistent on obtaining information from me that I've already provided. I'd have thought the concept of ritualistic summon contracts to be of more general knowledge, but it seems I've given too much credit.\"*He set the base of the staff back down on the ground.*\"You'd be lucky to receive anything for my arrest. I am unknown here as far as anyone is concerned.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*So he was a mage then. Duh. Especially since he had just summoned a staff out of thin air.*\n\n\"I don't see any summons around, Mr. Summoner. And I'm a physical fighter. Can't expect us tougher folk to get all that magic stuff, you nerd.\"\n\n*Serena remained motionless, though the oni could tell her gaze was sharpening, more focused on him as he set the staff on the ground.*\n\n\"Hey, money is money, isn't it? Plus, anyone who's dealing with void dragons is the same as a murderer. Basically. Maybe you can summon something to prove that you're not one of them? I'll leave you alone after that.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*It would be truthful to admit that he wasn't even sure what she was talking about with these 'void dragons', but the Oni didn't feel like admitting it to someone who couldn't understand something as simple as summoning. His eyes narrowed to slits, more so out of annoyance than anything of this being what he had to put up with. However, in asking him to summon something, he took that as a challenge.*\"If that's what it takes to prove something so obvious then so be it...\"*He says. The Oni allowed his staff to vanish and slowly approached the woman. Cupping his two hands together, a blue light was able to be seen glowing from them. When he uncovered his hand, a small metallic drake with wings was resting in his palm. The tiny creature seemed to come to life, flying up out of his hand and circling the air as it ascended into the sky. Ryker seemed quite pleased with it.*" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*The slime tensed slightly as the oni approached her, but soon relaxed as he began to do something curious with his hands. She looked curiously, and when he uncovered his hands, a metallic drake had appeared in his palm. Serena's eyes widened, one hand covering her mouth.*\n\n\"It's so CUTE!\"\n\n*The mercenary looked up to the sky as the tiny dragon began to fly, circling in the air. Serena had always had a soft spot for tiny creatures, and was currently captivated by the current summon.*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Well it definitely wasn't the reaction the Oni was expecting, he didn't even consider that the small drake could be seen as such. Gradually losing his initial annoyance, he cleared his throat.*\"Yes, well I suppose it is *Cute* In a way.\"*He said.*\"I prefer to keep it in its dormant form for the convenience of travel.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"In a way? You summon this thing and say it's only cute *In a way*? That's one of the most adorable things I've ever seen! Dormant? You could get so much from having it about!\"\n\n*Serena looked at the oni, her expression changing to one of a young teenage girl.*\n\n\"You could totally pick up girls with something like that! Or at least get favors with them!\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker merely blinked. It seemed he was temporarily rendered speechless by her words and it took a moment to figure out what she was on about.*\"I... Suppose I could...?\"*He said slowly.*\"But what would be the benefit of that?\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"...The benefit?\"\n\n*The uzhi looked at him, stunned. Why did he even summon a drake at all? For testing?*\n\n\"I knew it. You\"\n\n*A finger was pointed at the dark skinned oni.*\n\n\"Are a nerd who spends all day in his room and can't pick up girls.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*For a brief moment he looked taken aback by the accusation. If he had any lack of self-respect, he'd have engaged with this tomfoolery. However, he knew better than that. His staff returned to his hand almost immediately and he planted it against the ground forcefully.*\"Enough of this.\"*He said in warning, the atmosphere becoming all the more colder around him.*\"You asked for me to show you a summon and I did. If I hadn't already shown enough of my abilities to you, I'd question the audacity you've shown interrupting my work here. I'd say it's about time I begin asking who you are and what you're doing out here.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Sounds like I hit a sore spot huh. And what's with the secrecy? You part of some underground society or something?\"\n\n*The hand lowered, Serena almost completely uncaring that the air got colder. She still held onto her pistol though, aware that the mage was now prepared to use frost magic. It looked like he would fall to a single shot though; while his magic prowess seemed incredible, his build was nothing spectacular.*\n\n\"I'm trying to stay warm, so could you not make it so cold? Anyway. I'm Serena. I'm a mercenary. And I'm running my 10 kilometers. There. It's easy. How about you try?\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"I begin to tire of all these mercenaries...\"*He muttered.*\"My business is none of yours. I'd rather keep my own plans to myself and not share with someone who doesn't know when to hold their tongue.\"*Despite the woman's request, it seemed as if the forest was becoming breezier and Ryker had a small look of satisfaction regarding it.*\"I'm unsure of what you mean. The change in weather is no doing of mines. I suppose you may have my name at least. Ryker Dusken.\"*He introduced himself, this time without the usual bow.*" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Yep, definitely antisocial. Maybe you need a drink or two to let yourself go, you know? You're acting like you have a stick up your ass.\"\n\n*The mercenary realizes what she says, and pockets the pistol.*\n\n\"Sorry, that one was a bit harsh. Ryker huh?\"\n\n*Of course a loner like him would be named Ryker*\n\n\"Not looking to snoop into your business. I don't even understand most of it.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*He rubbed his temple in mild irritation before eventually letting out a tired sigh. The air around them seemed to warm once more as the Oni couldn't even be bothered to make a retort.*\"I suppose there's no better time to take a break than now. I've been spending the whole day searching for a contract to suit the vessel I had created.\"*He said as he looked up towards the sky. How much time has passed since he had entered the spirit realm?*" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Breaks are good. Might as well take mine now. I think I'm at the 5 kilo mark anyway.\"\n\n*Sitting down on a nearby log, the uzhi pulls out a waterskin out, sipping on it.*\n\n\"The whole day? Since when did you start? You were as cold as a corpse when I found you. If you weren't glowing, I would have thought you had passed away.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*It seemed like he would be stuck with this Uzhi. Despite having much better company in mind, he had been talking to the dead all day and their conversations were most usually full of depression and desperation. At least this one holds more interesting traits even if it simply served to annoy him.*\"Dawn.\"*He says to her. The Oni conjured a wooden chair for him to sit in and sat back in it.*\"But that has nothing to do with it. I am naturally that temperature. I thrive in the cold.\"*He explains.*\"Perhaps my visit to the realm has lowered it a bit, however, I am unaware of the changes that occurs when I'm not within my own body. Traversing the realm is as close as one can get to death without passing, I suppose.\"*While he was talking, the small metallic drake had flown its way back down and landed on his shoulder. He casted a side eye to it and dispersed it into mana.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"...I've never met an Adharci, period. Not that I can remember. I can probably count the number of mages I've met on one hand too.\"\n\n*There was Katherine, who seemed really, really close with Aldeberto. And that one time fighting the minotaur. Was there a mage there?*\n\n\"....More important matters? What are you, gay?\"\n\n*...Maybe he was, by the looks of it.*\n\n\"I'm not like most girls. I'll admit I can be cold at times.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Somehow the number of Adharci and mages she met didn't surprise him whatsoever. He gave a light shake of his head. If he hadn't spent all his life in Amongko up until now, he'd have found it disappointing, but he wasn't even too sure if there were any Oni out here. He had only met one since leaving. It seemed like such a rare occurrence.\n\nAt her second question, his eyes narrowed to slits. He wasn't even going to entertain part of it, mainly because he wasn't sure what it was implying.*\"I am looking for someone.\"*He answered simply.*\"It was my duty to make sure nothing happened to them and now I have unfortunately lost them. I am unsure of if they are still alive. You two are quite similar I suppose. Neither of you know how to hold your tongue which may well be their downfall out here.\"\n\n*At her final statement, he looked at her with a face of doubt.*\"If you were actually 'cold', you'd probably be more similar to the females of my kind. Adharci women, they are... Mmm...\"*He thought of it for a moment.*\"Well, I suppose my mentor would have had more knowledge of that. I've hardly had reason to speak to ones outside the noble family until tasked with accompanying my lord's son on his trip out here.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Oh? Oh. Shame.\"\n\n*The uzhi crossed her arms, pouting slightly at the mention that she couldn't hold her tongue.*\n\n\"Not my problem I'm trying to socialize a little more.\"\n\n*An eyebrow was raised as Ryker talked about blue oni women. Now __that__ was something she wanted to know. It was a shame that Ryker seemed to have little experience with them.*\n\n\"Hm. Perhaps try your hand with the local macen then? They tend to be a bit warmer, especially the fire ones.\"\n\n*Katherine had given her a hug one too many times, unfortunately*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*The Oni seemed partially offended at the suggestion.*\"Are you insinuating that I should postpone my search to seek interaction with some random Macen I find in town?\"*He questioned as if it were a very ridiculous idea. Which to him it was, insulting even.*\"More so the 'fire ones'...I dislike the heat...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*Maybe he really did have a stick up his ass. The mage seemed incredibly proud and stubborn, something she had learned to cut out long ago. She was nowhere near the best, and defeat was always a possibility. But that was not a lesson she could teach him. After all, their realms of expertise were completely different.*\n\n\"That's a good way to put it. People are nicer than you think they are. At least, most of them.\"\n\n*The uzhi would remain sitting down, relaxed.*\n\n\"If you put down that icy exterior of yours, I'm sure people would be more willing to help.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*The air cooled around him for a moment longer then eventually warmed as the Oni let out a tired exhale of air. He leaned against his staff idly and regarded the Uzhi.*\"It seems my homeland is vastly different from yours. Many survive and remain in high order maintaining this... 'icy exterior' as you call it some... In my opinion all more fiery in the same context... It has been decades. I'm unsure of if I can change that...\"*He admitted. Thinking of it, maybe it did show he was lucky enough for the others to invite him back after their very short first encounter. Though he was always distant from them and the gap may likely grow in time.*" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Ah, so a battle of aristocrats huh? Makes sense. Well, you don't have to act like that around the common folk.\"\n\n*Serena winced upon Ryker talking about homelands. Hers was... Not noteworthy.*\n\n\"My homeland is filled with cowards and idiots. I've given up on them long ago. Now, Salvania is where I call home. Though Mentia is starting to get appealing with all those job opportunities...\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"I know...\"*He said with a sigh. For a moment the authoritative tone he had been using to speak to her faded away to something softer.*\"I know...\"*The Adharci gave her a more thoughtful look at the mention of Mentia's opportunities. \n\nIt seems this... War in Mentia brings a some excitement to it.\"*He says in confusion.*\"My country is always in war, but never do I see so many abled body individuals volunteer themselves without second thought. Of course that could just be beyond my perspective of free will. I hardly see mercenaries come and go from my home to begin with. And once joining the noble household I had stopped having to focus on such things. I assume you are another one of those Mercenaries that plan to partake.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*Serena observed as the icy exterior finally began to melt, Ryker showing his exhaustion at the system. She had never been truly compassionate to the nobility, but at this moment part of her wanted to give him a hug.*\n\n\"You'd be right. I still need to recover though. I got sick, and I'm nowhere near my full strength. I was running a 10k when I saw you basically passed out.\"\n\n*The uzhi stood up, showing off the pistol at her hip. Hopefully she didn't come across as intimidating.*\n\n\"I'm borrowing a pistol from a friend. Not entirely sure if I like them. I'm one that likes ol'reliable steel and shield.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"It is not often I wield weaponry outside of the occasional summoned one.\"*He says before tilting his head to the side upon looking at the pistol.*\"I am unfamiliar with this one, however. Never seen it used before. How does it work?\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"It's a pistol. Ever heard of gunpowder? It basically explodes if it gets too hot. This one makes a spark with a spinning wheel, and the explosion flings a small metal ball. Takes a hell of a long time to reload. Want a look?\"\n\n*Serena pulled the weapon out, offering it to the oni.*\n\n\"Just be careful to not point it at anything you're not comfortable with destroying. Like your face, or someone else's face.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker took the weapon in hand and stared at it curiously.*\"Is it more effective than the typical crossbow with the time required to reload it...?\"*He decides to ask her. The Oni held it sideways, one of his fingers eventually finding its way to the trigger and firing the weapon off. He noticeably jumped from the sound that followed and quickly had to catch himself before he ended up dropping the weapon. Despite the small jumpscare, the Oni looked to be more curious of it.*" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*The uzhi giggled slightly as Ryker seemed to slightly panic as the gun fired, pulling out two more, careful to keep her fingers off the triggers.*\n\n\"Well, it depends. It admittedly has bad range and doesn't deal that more damage, but the force of the round can seriously impair someone. Plus, you can do stuff like this.\"\n\n*Serena aims both pistols at a nearby logs and fires them in rapid succession, twirling both weapons afterward and blowing out the smoke.*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker attempted to mimic her action with the one pistol and fired once at the log. He wasn't so bad at aiming for an unmoving target, but he certainly did look awkward holding it.*\"I suppose I can see why those attuned to weaponry would use it. But I question it being any more useful than a mage hand. Though perhaps there's other use to come from this.\"*He says, thinking aloud.*" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*The pistol would only click. Seems like they were a one shot weapon only.*\n\n\"...Mage hand? Can you use a mage hand to hit someone from 16 meters away?\"\n\n*The uzhi was puzzled at Ryker's remark.*\n\n\"It *Is* A weapon, after all.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"With the right training yes, it is very possible.\"*He says. It looked like the fun was short lived with the weapon, so he gave it back to her.*\"Mages tend to have unyielding capabilities with the only true limits being the world's physics and one's own mana.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*Serena accepted the pistol, only realizing then she had 3 pistols in her relatively small hands, somewhat struggling to put them all back.*\n\n\"Hm, I suppose magic can't be underestimated. I've seen quite a few devastating ones. 'Fireball', if I remember correctly, is a particularly feared spell.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Yes fireball. A highly destructive and unstable attack, usually quite similar to those that use it. I cannot say I'm a fan of it, but I won't deny its usefulness for sheer destruction. Though, I haven't seen too many mages about since leaving Amongko, so I haven't dealt with such lately.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*Unstable. Was Katherine unstable? From what she knew, the strong willed former Captain was quite dependable, helping her when she was sick. Perhaps there was a raging fire behind the seemingly calm face. If so, Katherine put on a pretty good face; smiling and hopeful, efficient hairstyle with a natural jet black, and standard heavy armor.*\n\n\"Hm, I know one person who uses it. Never seen them in combat though. She wields it in heavy armor and with a blade too.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"If not for her fiery tendencies, I'm sure she'd be an intriguing person to meet.\"*He says thoughtfully.*\"I suppose there are few greater thrills than watching another in combat. Arena brawls are quite prominent in my country.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Huh? Oh! Wait, I didn't mean it like that-I thought maybe your country was blue oni only-\"\n\n*The uzhi turned a light pink in embarrasment. She knew that multiple types of oni existed; she just thought that they had separate countries. Wow, that was dumb of her.*\n\n*Serena blinked at the mention of entertainment in a fight. It wasn't entertaining to be in a fight. Did Serena find pleasure in seeing others battle? She remembered the violence, all the bloody violence. For her, fighting was a means to an end. A job. Not much more than that.*\n\n*Somehow, this icy cold oni, who was even more socially awkward than her, found enjoyment in watching others fight. The uzhi felt indifferent at best.*\n\n\"Is it really that good? I've never really seen it myself.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*He let out quiet chuckle, clearly amused by the slime.*\"Yes, quite. It is a game for many spectators. Some like to gamble on possible victors. There is a sort of thrill in showing the extent of one's capability in combat. My country thrives on it after all.\"*He says.*\"I like to imagine other countries host similar activities. Fighting and competitiveness are such natural parts of life, even outside an eventful setting.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Gambling. Guess I never saw the thing with risk taking.\"\n\n*Considering that even her fighting style was defensive, that made sense.*\n\n\"Well, if you want it here, you can just go to Mentia. Plenty of fighting there.\"\n\n*A small, dry smile appeared on the uzhi's face.*\n\n\"There's plenty of money in it too.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*For a moment, it seemed as if the Oni were considering the idea of staying a bit longer. He didn't have much to lose staying out here after all. But instead, Ryker gave a simple shake of his head and the light smile faded with the warmth that temporarily surrounded him.*\"I am grateful for the suggestion, but... I have a job I must be doing...\"*He says to her.*\"I suppose I've taken a break for long enough. I should return to finding contracts and you to that run you speak of.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Hm? Oh damn-\"\n\n*A brief glance at the sky showed the sun already moving. It was sure high in the sky, but its changing position indicated that it had definitely been some time.*\n\n\"You're right. I suppose I may see you around these places then?\"\n\n*The uzhi then strapped everything down, getting to her feet and bouncing on her toes.*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Likely not.\"*He says definitively as he began walking back to the spot he was meditating at. His cold aura began to return at the glow of his horns.*\"I have few reason to linger in one place for too long.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Shame. It'd be nice. Well, only fate will tell. Powerful mages can be a useful ally in combat, you know. Anyway, good luck with finding a contract. And be sure to have that cute little guy around more often. See you!\"\n\n*Serena turned, resuming the rest of her 5 km jog.*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Farewell.\"*He said to her as he sat down, facing away from her. The Oni listened to her last words before she left, a gentle smile crossing his face. In one hand, he resummoned the tiny drake. The small metallic figure animated into life and flew off from his hand to where the Uzhi had gone to. It was quick to catch up, letting out a small metallic screech before flying off into the sky and vanishing into mana. Only then did Ryker make his return to the spirit realm.*" } ]

[ { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "It had been a cold evening when he got the letter. It was also when he was hunting and cursed at the sight of the hawk with the message. \"They'll be nothing for miles because of those things, hopefully it's important.\" He had held out his hand and the hawk flew off without any hesitation.\n\nNow he was here, in what seemed to be... A less familiar setting he was used to. But it was dark enough to not be seen and it was the perfect spot for not encountering the patrols. Now he knew it was something shady, hell he was counting on it because no one good is willing to pay money for revenge.\n\nThough times had been hard this season he wasn't ready to admit that he was running low on supplies. That and the less and less use of his blade.\n\nFor now. He waited." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "A few minutes would pass as Oki waited for whoever sent this letter. Ordinary sounds like the river flowing and the wind blowing would start to sound ominous as you continued to wait. It could be that this is some prank given how outrageous the payment was. After all, if someone could afford to give away this sort of wealth, wouldn't they be capable of hiring more capable of fighters? If these thoughts filled Oki's mind, his imagination might run wild, suspecting that this might be a trap. These letters might be bait to trick gullible people like him into desolate locations to be jumped. \n\nJust as you might get the feeling to flee the area, you would notice a black squirrel looking down on you from a nearby tree. However, something seemed odd about it, especially its eyes. They seemed to contain a light of intelligence not normally found in beasts as Oki would be familiar with being a hunter and all. The squirrel would climb down and approach you, slowly transforming into a larger humanoid figure. As it reached the ground you would see a tall robed figure with its face completely covered up. \n\n\"I'm pleased to see you've made it Oki Hikari. I apologize that the boss cannot meet you in person, but hope that is understandable given this line of work. I'll get straight to business. There is a nearby village that had purchased a massive supply of medical herbs so that they may cure any illnesses they may encounter in this weather. It would not be a huge surprise that such herbs would be very expensive as they are in high demand, but the village elder had pleaded and promised to pay for it within a month. A month passed, and they responded they will pay next month. It's been more than 2 months at this point and no payment has been received. When approached for the payment the village had seemingly hired mercenaries to keep us away. Needless to say, the boss was not pleased. That's where you come into play\"\n\nThe robed figure would then pull out two pieces of parchment and hand them over to Oki. One would have a portrait of a young man and the other looked like the map of a village with 4 particular locations marked in red and a building circled in blue. \n\n\"That is portrait of the village elder's eldest son. You are to take care of him as you see fit. He resides in the building marked in blue. The red marks are where the mercenaries keep guard. Do with them as you wish as well. Any questions thus far?\"" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "*So It's that kind of deal is it? The price of that medicine must of been more expensive than hiring mercenaries. That's a very high price it would seem.* He thought to himself. He collected the two images and putting it behind his clothing as it was something he'll have to examine closely anyway.\n\n\"Do have to kill them all or do you want me to do something else with them...?\" *Because doing 'what I wish' and 'what I see fit' is very vague*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"Whatever you wish. The boss would reward more for bringing them alive, but understands that there are situations where you don't have the luxury of doing so\"" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"That's is a shame. As I hate the thought of having more blood on my hands, with the lack of teammates I'll probably get away with one person alive so I'll probably bring the son to you. Though I don't have any other questions unless you want to tell me anything else that'll help me out.\" Oki in fact hadn't killed a soul but he wasn't going to tell him that. Animals and people where the same things if you were hunting them." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"Good to hear. I suppose one last bit of advise I could give is to not underestimate the son. He has been training to be next village leader after all. I'll be observing your actions from afar, but meet back here with any live targets once you've finished the job.\" \nWith that robed figure would slowly transform into a squirrel again and climb up the tree, disappearing from sight." }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "He left the place and began the trail on foot. The map he was given was fairly detailed but he mainly used the signs. There were easy sign of battle that were on the path, as if people had ran from the place in such a hurry. As if they were being chased off. But that wasn't the thing that caught his eye, it was the already dead that did. They lay on the side and he couldn't distinguish who was one of them or who was a villager. \n\nHe was at the border of the village now. He would of course wait for night to come. Although he wasn't the best well hidden he could make a distraction. He examined the photos well. \n\nNight fell and he sharpened his blade. He sheathed it and then walked into the village. Hopefully mimicking their race will put them into ease. They still know I'm an Oni but they won't know I'm here to kill." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you walked toward the village, you would notice there is a red mark by the entrance according to the map. It might be safe to assume that by each of the entrances there was a mercenary. The village likely assumed that so long as the mercenaries blocked the entrances your employer would not be able to enter. As you got closer you would realize that it was a safe assumption as the village had a 15 ft tall wooden wall encompassing the borders, a height most individuals could not easily scale without being noticed.* \n*As you neared the entrance you would see a heavily armored individual with a halberd standing guard, likely the mercenary. It would seem the mercenary hasn't taken notice to your arrival yet as it continued to scan the premise by shifting its head side to side.*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "Oki had suspected this. It would be idiotic to not post guards after being attacked. But the problem now was to get through the guards and scaling the wall now wouldn't be good if there was a chance he was spotted. He weighed that this approach would be better.\n\nThe mercenary would stop him of course, probably search him. But it was late and knowing that the village hadn't been attacked so recently and him being the only person he was no threat to the village. His alibi? He had caught a rabbit two days ago before the ruined hunt and it had a good white coat on it. The pelt itself would fetch five silver in one of these places and if he questioned further he would say he was running low on supplies and that the following silver will help him get through the couple of days, because for better or worse, he was in fact low on supplies. But if that didn't work he could kill him and dispose him at the sides of the roads along with the other bodies." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you get closer, as you suspected the mercenary would point his halberd at you*\n\"Halt. State your name, and what business you have at this hour\" \n\n*You cannot make out any facial features due to the helm, but from the gruff voice it sounded like a middle aged male. His body anatomy would rule out most of the beast kin races or orinates, but given how easily he was wielding the polearm he was either a very strong macen or one of the more stronger races like Mogash or perhaps even an Oni assuming the tusk or horns were small enough to fit in the helmet.*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"You need not to be so stern my friend. I am Oki Hikari of the Pale Oni.\" He held up his hands suggesting that he wouldn't dare pull out his sword at his side. \"Forgive me for the intrusion at this hour but I don't exactly have much of an affinity for steeds and I pay that in unpredictable timing. I am here to seek some refuge. There were bandits out and it's not safe to hunt anymore. I come to see what I can sell to make up for the lack of hunting.\" Hopefully his cheerful but desperate attitude would sway him. But he daren't move as that might cause the guy to panic." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"Bandits you say?.... Hmm, show me what you got. Let me warn you though if you got anything fancy you might be better off trading with another village. This one is kind of tight for gold currently\" \nHe would then lower his polearm and hold his hand out expecting you to show what you planned to sell." }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "He reached into his satchel at his left side whilst he looked down. He pulled out the neatly wrapped pelt. Now Oki wasn't the best at skinning but the low light levels wouldn't show that. Though to be fair, you would need to expect the edges very hard to notice the mistakes.\n\n\"It's very delicate so try not do anything that would damage it. I think I got lucky, normally it would be stained with blood but I hit it in the right place to avoid that.\" Given the chance to approach he took it. He carefully gave him the pelt and held his hands up but less so this time. He was on guard. Hopefully more so then he was." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The armored individual would cautiously take hold of the pelt, look it over, and hand it back.* \n\"I suppose you can find someone to buy it, though not at this hour. You got any coin to stay at an inn or something? Also can you provide me whatever information you can about them bandits? As a mercenary I would like to be prepared\" \n*The armored individual would seem to be a bit more relaxed seemingly after you've provided proof of being a hunter, but still had his halberd at the ready.*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"I'm afraid not. Those damn bandits have set traps and other things alight that has sacred prey through her to the mountains. So I doubt I'll have enough to pay my through an inn. But I'm sure I can set up a fire and sit there till morning. Us Oni know nothing else and the coldness doesn't seem to bite so harshly tonight. As for what know. I heard rumours from threatened traveling vendors that they were going to attack this place when the sun is high in two days time. With the threat of flame and anguish was their plan apparently. Though trust and compassion is so hard to come by these days that you can't trust rumours so take it with a side of salt I suppose. Thank you for the hospitality.\" He nodded to him and went to walk passed him. *Once he turns his back on me he'll be dead.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The armored individual would reach out and grab you by the arm*\n\n\"No need to hang out here for the night, especially with the threat of bandits. Here, take this, it should be enough for you sleep at an inn. Just consider it your payment for providing me information. As a mercenary I've found rumors always have a grain of truth on them, and it never hurts to be cautious\" \n\n*He would hold out 4 silver pieces for you to take.* \n\n\"If you walk straight down the main road you'll find the closest Inn, Merrill's Bounty. Serves some pretty good booze considering its price if you're interested\"" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "He gave him a warmth gaze back to the guard. \n\n\"Compassion is such a rarity nowadays. You'll be rewarded for this I promise you.\" He took the money and gave him a firm hand shake. And when he was the most vulnerable, when he thought he made a friend. Oki went in and stabbed his neck with his sword and cut his throat with ease. He pushed the mercenary back away from the entrance, hopefully no one saw. The guard was still alive. He'd probably scream if he had the vocal cords to do so.\n\n\"Wrong place at the wrong time my friend. It is better I kill you then give you to them. Sleep well.\" And pushed the sword deeper until it would go no more.\n\nHe dragged the body at the side and cleaned up the mess by covering the blood pool with the surrounding snow. \"Slowly, gently this is how a life is taken...\"\n\nHe now walked to the village." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The poor mercenary would not be able to scream as you suspected, caught completely off guard by your betrayal. However as you spoke the last words he would likely ever hear, he would desperately pull out a locket from his pocket and open it. Inside would be a portrait of little macen girl. He would raise it to his face slowly as you plunge your sword deeper into his throat. His arms would then go limp, dropping the locket into the bloody snow.*\n*You finish your clean up and head into the village. As the man had said, there appeared to be no one out at a night. Further up ahead you would see a sign \"Merrill's Bounty\". There would be some light shining from the inn's window, the only source of light on this lonely road. Looking at the map, you would see that you've taken out the Southern Mercenary. That would leave the North, East, and West. Near the Northern entrance was the house circled in blue, the house where the elder's son lived. It would seem Oki had a choice to make on who to target first*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "Remembering to get the locket later he pulled up the plan he had in his mind. Each mercenary was paid to guard entrances so they wouldn't suspect anyone coming out to get them. So first he would have to take out the guards at the border as it made sense to work his way in. Since these guards aren't military and this village is not used to use violence there is no system in place to check if the mercenaries are actually there. The people at this time would be at bed and probably too afraid to even attempt to come out. And working clockwise he went for the west guard. \n\nBearing a grim expression he carried on." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As suspected, there were few people if any that roamed the treat. A few wandering villagers would look at you oddly, but would otherwise continue on their business. You would eventually reach the west gate. There you would see female dark elf wearing robes keeping watch. Given how late it was the elf would look over in your direction, seemingly surprised to see someone leaving the village at this hour. She would keep her eye on you, and would pull out her staff if you came any closer*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"No need to face me with such concern my lady. I can see the surprise in your face and I too would be surprised too see such a person at this hour. I'm a hunter you see and there are some animals that are nocturnal so are best hunted at this time. I've been trying to sell other things of course but this village has been unfortunately pillaged and no one has the coin to buy. So I must venture out in the night to find something rarer I'm afraid... Oh where are my manners. I should introduce myself. Oki of the Pale Oni.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "She would look you over and take a step back, clearly wary. She would raise her staff up in a defensive position \"Are you new here? I've been guarding the village for around a month and I've never seen you before. We don't usually have visitors come by or people leaving, especially at this hour...\"" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"I've always went out in the south entrance as that's where most of my traps lay but the recent bandit attacks have left me empty as they steal my catch. Damn them. Now I'm forced to go out this way to find something. Nor have I seen you in the past month so I suppose fate wanted us separated until now. It's less cold tonight so it might mean that good omens for my hunting may improve. My mood have certainly improved meeting you, my lady. And I assure you I won't cause any trouble. I would starve if I were to go any later. But you are right about the inconvenience. Here...\" Walking towards her whilst looking in his satchel.\n\n\"This is a rabbits pelt that is of great value of me. If I give it to you then that is of promise that I will have to come back unharmed and will be in debt of your compassion.\" Oki was hoping that she'll accept it. Even with one hand, no staff could be wielded effectively and she would be off guard." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The elf would eye the pelt and her eyebrows would furrow as she takes another step away from you.* \n\"You say you would starve, meaning you haven't gone out to hunt yet, right? Where did you get that pelt..\" She would ask cautiously" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"Well if you look carefully that this pelt has already been handled. I bought this off a vendor a few days ago as I saw the value of it if I got a tailor to make a garment or accessory out of it, otherwise it could be made into a well satchel. All of which I would of profited from because the vendor was selling low. And in my way to one of the villagers I knew had a tailor I heard rumours of bandits were roaming the place so I took refuge here. I tired to earn some money with the traps but now we are here. I commend your precautions my lady, please do what you will to satisfy your search.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "She takes a deep breath and looks you straight in the eye with a serious look \"Perhaps I am being needlessly cautious, it's just I have a really keen nose, and well, I smell blood on you...\" *She would look at you, desperate for some sort of explanation other than the one that is brewing in her head*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"I am a hunter. It's only natural I smell of blood. And what's more is that I'm an Oni and my kind don't take have grand baths. It could be the old blood from me probably. Larger game require me to carry it on the shoulder whilst it bleeds. A hunter is most vulnerable when skinning so that's why I have to move if you were to ask. I've always read that mercenaries were always cold hearted people who were greedy. I find it good and brave that you wish to converse with me for so long. Not many like to make talk with Oni.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*She would eye you suspiciously an shake her head* \"No... I know what old blood and fresh blood smells like... I've been a mercenary for this long after all. But you're right, I'm being naive right now. I just don't want to accept the idea on how you got in...\"\n*She would then briefly close her eyes take another deep breath, then slowly open them up again now filled with sadness* \n\"It was Gunther wasn't it... You said you usually go to the south gate even though that was likely a lie, but to choose that gate out of the four...\" \n *She would look at you with a pained expression as she raised her arm up into the air as a ball of fire forms above her*\n\"What will I tell his daughter...\"" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "Oki's face softened and put the pelt away.\n\n\"I was thinking some flowers and the locket. Such a kind man. Well done though. It's quiet enough that no one will be out here caught in the cross fire.\" He unsheathed the sword.\n\n\"So that was his name? Well that's good to know.\" \n\n***Fireball cast 5 mana. 95/100 mana pool***\n\nAnd fired it at her her ball in a instant hoping they'll cancel each other out. As for her, Oki had jumped and tried to use the momentum of that to come crashing down on her throat. She might dodge so he grabbed his hunting knife with his other and would throw it, hoping it'll hit." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*It would honestly be a bit of a surprise as just moments ago she looked like a young woman on the verge of crying, but right now while there was still sadness in her eyes, there was also determination. Oki would also notice from her stand that it was clearly that of an experienced warrior* \n*As you would shoot a fireball at her she would raise her other hand as yellow energy surrounds and forms a barrier around her. As you come lunging for her throat you would instead collide with the barrier, but your impact would be enough for it to shatter. However, this would give her enough time to launcher her fireball at Oki, while using her staff to parry the knife from her.* \n\n\"If there is anyone who should make a grave for him, it should be his friends, not his killer...\"" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"I'm afraid that his friends won't be alive to give him a grave so I'll have to do.\" Through clenched teeth.\n\n*I should of finished this quick. I didn't want to exhaust myself this soon.*\n\n\n***Fireball cast 5 mana. 90/100 mana pool***\n\nTo cancel the other fireball again and then he dashed at full pace at her. This time planning to push the momentum into a lunge that'll predict dodges." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The elf wouldn't be to surprised to see you counter her spell, however she is thrown off by how quick you are as you close the distance and lunge at her. She barely sidesteps in time as your attack cuts into her side, drawing blood. However, she would endure the pain by gritting her teeth and aim her hand at you as a 5 ft wide wave of flame is launched at you*\n\n\"Tsk, I'm not as kind as you, but I can at least cremate your body...\"" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"Tsch\" The wall of flame was something that Oki couldn't exactly counter. He didn't have water nor did he anything that would defend against it. But he did. *Oh we are just throwing all the moral out the window today. I better be paid very well for this.* \n\n ***Spirit wolves cast 15 mana. 75/100 mana left.*** \n\nThe wolf of course wouldn't survive this and Oki admittedly will stay more burnt than usual. But the wolf would take the brunt of the force and it was mana made so Oki didn't feel that bad. As the use of the wolf would finish he'll throw the remains at her and try and end it with a final blow." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*She would be caught off guard by the sudden summoning of wolves, but she would respond by simply casting an even stronger fire spell, hoping to utterly burn through it and roast you, thus burning the remains that Oki would attempt to throw at her. He would then lunge face first into another fiery blast, his leather armor burning and fur lined garments catching aflame as his outer body got scorched black. However, using his momentum, his sword would plunge into the woman's chest as she coughs up blood with a look of surprise, not expecting Oki to be so adamant with the attack to take her spell face on. She would fall to ground clutching her chest*\n\n\"... Name's Avai... You better spell it right... Guess I'm joining Gunther now...\" She would then close her eyes and her body goes limp" } ]

[ { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"Of course.\" And went back to sheath his sword. \"Damn.\" Looking at himself. Everywhere was burnt and he'd lost pretty much all of his armour, which was impressive because they were supposed to be two times as better if worn on a Oni. And to face a fire ball head on lead to some bad burns and Oki couldn't help breathing more heavily. \n\n\"I'm getting rusty, should of summoned two wolves as a back up...\" Oki made up his mind. *I've killed two and there's another two. I can't particularly risk that in the state I'm in so I'll have to head directly to the manor. Bringing him alive would be tough anyway, I don't have much to restrain the guy with. But knocking him out should be my priority. And at the end of this I'm getting myself some better armour...*\n\nOki began slowly walking towards were the son was. \n\n***Mana regen of 5. 80/100 mana pool***" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Heading north, Oki would receive a few suspicious glares and dirty looks from the passerby, as a burnt man is clearly not a normal sight. However, given the hour of the night, these individuals could be considered the shady sort, and thus too selfish to get involved or help you. Thus, you make it the son's house without much trouble.* \n*As you draw close, it wouldn't be very difficult to figure out which house belonged to the son. It was nearly twice the size of the nearby houses and the material and maintenance was clearly superior to that of the surrounding area. It would be the only house nearby that also had a dog guarding the entrance, and as you draw close it would look over in your direction and start barking*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "*That dog might if given me away, damn.* \n\nOki walked back to get out of sight from the dog. He wasn't planning to go through the front entrance any way. What was he going to do? Knock? With his current burnt state, he wouldn't be able to charm his way through things anymore. He reached the back end of the building as he avoided the dog. All made of stone and other things that weren't flammable. Oki looked to see if there was anyway he could climb. Otherwise he would have to make more ledges himself.\n\n\n***Mana regan 5. 85/100 mana pool***" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you back away from the house, the dog would stop barking and continue it's watch. Looking over the house from afar, it wouldn't have a clear ladder or displaced stone to climb up on, but the window ledges could serve as a platform if you could reach them. Oki would also notice some rope near the water well that could potentially be used to aid in your climb*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "*Rope, that's handy.* He wrapped half of it his hand and cut the other half as a means of restraining the son when he got there. The other half of the rope was then safely tied to the handle of his sword. Taking a couple of paces back he used\n\n***Empowered strike. Cost 5 mana. 80/100 mana left.***\n\nAnd threw like a spear just below the windows ledge. The sword would most likely penetrate right through and stay there as friction would do it's job. Yanking it with some force the rope held. Rope on his one arm and some burns on the other he set out to climb. \n\n*I'm lighter than usual, that's good*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The sword would take hold onto ledge, allowing Oki toclimb up the rope with very little difficulty and make it to the window ledge. He would now be infront of the window. Looking inside he would see what appeared to be a bedroom. However, he would notice spewed about the ground were dolls and toys. Looking over to the bed, it would looks like someone was sleeping in it, but given the length it was far too small to be that of a man*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "Oki would go in as he reached the window ledge. He quickly untied the rope from the sword as the ledge had enough grip to hold him. \n\n*Spooky* The room was filled with toys. And there was a child there on the bed sleeping. One false move and he would have to kill a child. And that was were Oki drew the line. It was that late into a night that surely the child must be in a very deep sleep. But he wasn't going to risk it. He moved towards the door making watch of where he stepped. His night vision would make that part easy.\n\nYou may ask how he got through the glass of window. He used the grip of the ledge of window ledge and the sword below as a stepping stone. Once on the ledge he pulled the sword upwards to release it. Once he got the sword at hand he used it to get between the gap of the window of the lock and pry it open. Hopefully making less noise than it would from breaking glass." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The window would pry open against Oki's strength and leverage. There would be a loud cracking sound as you release the window, to which the child in the bed would make some noise and stir about a bit, but after a minute of silence they would seemingly go back to deep sleep.*\n*Oki would then have very little trouble making it to the door, opening it, and entering the 2nd floor hallway. If there is one thing to be grateful about these higher quality homes, they had very few if any squeaky planks or doors, allowing you to move about with very little noise. Looking around the hall, you could tell it was relatively humble. It was certainly contained good quality wood and fancy furniture, but not that of a wealthy aristocrat. There would be 2 doors to the left, 1 to the right, and a staircase leading to the 1st floor.*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "*I dont have time to guess where the guy is.*\n\n***Predatorial senses. 5 mana. 75/100***\n\nOki would now be able to hunt the guy down and distinguish anyone in the house. From the breathing of the child behind him to the smell of a light burning that wasn't him and probably the candle. Oki now knew where most things were. And went in the direction that showed him the most promise." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*He would be able to make out that the room to the right had sounds of 2 people breathing. None of the other rooms besides that of the child's room had such a sound, and the breathing sounded deeper and slower than that of the child.*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "Oki crept his way into the room that had the two people in them. If you could put the pieces of the puzzle together you could easily spot this was a family. He gave himself a shaky breath as he knew what he was about to do. He very slowly lent against the door to plan out what he was to do next.\n\n*** 5 mana regen 80/100***" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Slowly opening the door, he would see what looked like the master bedroom with a much larger bed in the center where 2 individuals were seemingly sleeping. However, as you open the door, despite it making very little noise, a figure in the bed awoke and started to get up*\n\"Rosie? Did you have a bad dream? Do you want to sleep with mommy?\"\n*Awake in the bed would be a blonde macen in a nightgown, rubbing her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"I'm afraid not my lady.\" \n\nOki's hand glowed blue as he summoned a wolf. He rushed in and snarled giving the command to keep the women alive but keep her occupied. The man would quickly awake, if he wasn't already. Oki would try to run at him, grab his arm and swing him out of the bed into the nearest object or wall. He only needed three seconds to do all that. Once dazed he would use the remaining rope to strangle the man into unconsciousness. If all failed, he would have to take a very drastic measure. \n\n\n***Summoning wolf. 15 mana. 65/100***" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you summoned your wolf the woman would shriek* \"Elias!!\"\n\n*As Oki suspected, the man would quickly awake from the scream, trying to grab a hold of the situation. The wolf would leap on the woman as she raises her a pillow in an attempt to fend it off.* \n\"July!!\" *The man would yell out trying to reach out for his wife as you grab his arm and swing him out of bed, slamming him into the wall. However, it would seem like Elias is pretty hardy like the robed figure said, and while he looked surprised to be yanked out of bed, he was not dazed in the slightest and would quickly realize what was going on. As you attempt to use your rope to strangle him, Elias would grab a hold of your hands and hold them in place with his superior strength* \n\"Who are you?! An assassin?! I swear, if you touched my daughter!\"" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"Your daughter is going to be a bargaining chip if you don't come with me in the least amount of force.\" \n\nHe headbutted the man and jumped backwards. \"And so if your wife it would seem...\" Drawing his sword the man was in very light clothing and there wasn't a weapon near him at all. He was backed into a corner with a man who had his family a moment away from being killed. \n\n\"Calm yourself before I have to so something drastic. Nor do I want to see you do anything that will have your family torn. Is that clear?\" Oki's hand started to glow a little as if it were the start of a fire ball and the wolf had backed the women into a corner. It's growl spoke danger in the room." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The man would stare with anger and hatred burning in his eyes, but would turn to his wife, then slowly turn to a nearby portrait of the family, focusing primarily on the daughter sitting on the mother's lap, then to the growling wolf, and then finally back to Oki.* \n\"....What do you want with me?\" He would say with venom, but showed no further actions of hostility\nThe wife would be shaking her head with tears from her eyes\"No, Elias, you can't. We can't go on without you...\"" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"It's not what I want with you. It's what the people hired me that want you. They... They'll probably kill you in a worst case scenario. They're the bandits that attacked the village and they want their money back. I don't want to know if it was an unfair price nor do I want to know how horrible I am. Believe me, I know already. But all I know is that I have to take you alive to them.\"\n\nHe quickly snarled at the wolf to back a little away as it was beginning to walk too far.\n\n\"All you need to do is turn around, hands in the air. I'm not a monster that kills without reason, so don't give me one.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Elias would spit on the ground at the mention as you mention the individuals who want their money back\n\"Those damn scammers, so greedy for their money, but more than willing to hire an assassin... Well in either case, I guess I don't have much of choice here do I? Even if I kill you, they will keep on sending more till they get what they want.\" \nElias would then turn around, kneel over, and put his hands behind his head. The wife would be crying all the while \"Elias... No, please, don't leave us...\"\nAt this point you would all then hear the door creak slightly. Looking over you will see a little girl dragging a teddy bear rubbing her eyes.\n\"Daddy? Mommy? Why are you crying?\" \nThe mother would then try to wipe her face with the pillow on hand and smile weakly at the little girl.\n\"I'm not crying sweetie. Mommy was just surprised that Daddy's friend showed up\"\n\"Why is Daddy kneeling?\"\nElias would then turn to face the little girl, putting on a brave smile \"Daddy hurt his leg when he got up. My friend here is going to help me though and take me to the Doctor Warren. So go back to sleep sweetie, ok?\"\nThe girl would look up at Oki and clutch her teddy bear close to her chest. \"Daddy's friend looks scary...\"\nElias would chuckle at that \"Yes, but remember what I told you? Don't judge someone on how they look, but rather how they act. Mommy will help you go to sleep if you are scared though\"\nJuly would look at Oki with a look asking for approval to leave" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"My deepest apologies young lady for disturbing your sleep. Ammy please let July move, you must not interfere with a mother's duty.\" The wolf backed away and tried to look as least threatening as possible and padded towards Oki like a dog. \n\n\"Elias you just keep hurting your leg. It'll be broken if you go on with these night time fiascos. I know I have my sword out but I merely thought amputation was the best. Though now that you've suggested it, we should go to the doctors.\" He moved closer and glanced behind him to make sure she had left. \n\n\"I'll have to put a rope around you now. Just so you're secure. You're a good man you know.\" Putting the rope on. \"If the time ever arises that somebody is willing to pay for your escape if you survive. Then I'm sure that'll make us even.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*July would get and escort Rosie back to her room, shooting one last glance to Elias before leaving the room holding Rosie's hand.*\n*Elias would offer no resistance as you put the ropes on, but would scoff at you mentioning making things even.*\n\n\"Knowing those bastards, I'm not coming back. Hope whatever they are paying you was worth tearing a family apart, cus god forbid in the future someone pays the same amount to do the same to your family...\"\n\n*Elias would then get up, expecting you the way.*" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"For your daughters sake let's hope you'll stay alive. As for who will try and take on an Oni tribe family is something I would most definitely like to see. \"\n\nOki walked beside him as he went down the flight of stairs to the main entrance, from there he had located the keys and opened the door out. Now it was a straight shot out of the village through the south. \n\n\"On the way where we are traveling I'm sure we can talk about what will happen to your family if the worst case scenario to you happens. Your daughter will probably hunt me down if you raised her that way. But from the way you spoke to her about me, you sounded like you raised a ruler not a killer...\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Elias will smile wryly as you escort him out of the village.* \n\"Yeah, just like how my farther raised me, I intended for her to be the next head. Hatred only spews more hatred, violence to more violence. That is why I can confidently say that even if my daughter won't take part in that cycle, you who have already delved into it shall receive your due punishment someday...\" \n*As you past the south gate Elias would take a look around and sigh* \n\"How many of them did you kill...\"" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "He went to stop at the gate and picked up a locket. \n\n\"Oh yes I am quite sure that I'm going to hell for what I did. I'm also a demon so really it's a given. And I only killed two of them. Very kind people but I couldn't afford to take the other two along so I went to yours after I lost my armour.\" He glanced at the wolf beside him and snarled. \n\n\"It's been a long day for me and I can say I got wounded enough that I was forced to camp. Go on sit at the side there.\" Oki began collecting wood." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Elias would simply look you over with a brooding look before sitting by the tree \"....That man by the south gate had a daughter you know. And from your burns it looks like you took care of Avai. Her brother was waiting for her return next month. You truly are a demon...\"\nHe would then look up to the sky and take a deep a breath \"How much further do you have to take me?\"" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"Around a mile or two. It's quite a straight path to where the shady place is. As for what you said about the guards, yes I guessed it was the case. Gunther was it, was a kind man and I picked up the locket when I deliver it back to the girl. As for Avai, I didn't know about the brother but I suspect be a topic once I deliver the staff back to them.\" He set the pile of wood aflame whilst the wolf came back with food.\n\n\"It'll be the last time I'll probably do one of these again. I've tried to not get my hands bloody but I had to get myself through the month. It's not particularly the best excuse but it'll do before I come to terms of what I've done.\" \n\nOki had his back against the tree. And began to sleep. In the morning they would set off again. \n\n\"Don't do anything stupid whilst I have my eyes closed. The wolf is always watching.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"There's no need, I can handle it from here.\" A voice would say from the shadows of night.\n\nElias would look over in surprise as the robed figure would appear from behind him. \n\n\"I did say I would be observing. Shame you couldn't kill all the mercenaries, but 2 should deliver the message well enough. You also got the primary target, so a successful job overall. Here's your pay as promised\"\n\n*The robed figure would snap his fingers and a group of mice would appear from the bushes carrying a pouch of gold and drop it Oki's feet. Inside would be 12 gold.* \n\n\"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. Just to confirm that it isn't a ruse to earn the target's sympathy, but did you mean what you said about not taking anymore jobs like this?\"" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "\"And I was just getting comfortable as well.\" He glanced opened his eyes and stared at the man with the rope tied to his hands\n\n\"For a very long time I don't think I'll be capable of having more blood on my hands. You've paid me well, I'd admit that. But I think I've learnt some things as well. But to answer your question no. Don't send me a letter until I come find you.\" He picked the gold up and straightened himself.\n\n\"And what will become of this man?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Oki couldn't see the robed man's facial expression, but he would get the feeling the robed figure was smiling cruelly.*\n\n\"I see, what a shame. Alas, I don't think you will be able to find us, but if you change your mind, simple write a letter and drop it an alley somewhere. As for what will happen to this man, let's say it's not part of your job description to know.\"\n\n*The robed figure would then go up to Elias and Elias would attempt to get up, but the robed figure would grab Elias by the neck and easily lift him 2 ft off the ground.*\n\n\"Mrh-!\" \n\n*The robed figure would then pull out a vial from his pocket, and with terrifying grip strength, pry Elias' mouth open and pour the contents inside. Elias' eyes would the roll back as his body went limp. The robed figure would then look over to Oki and bow.*\n\n\"It was a pleasure working with you. Till next time.\"\n\n*He would then pull out a bag and stuff Elias inside of it before walking back into the darkness of the forest.*\n\n__***QUEST COMPLETE***__\n1.3 pp rewarded" }, { "author": "whotookgeh", "message": "He waved a hand and let his wolf disappear. His hands were cold to the core even this close to the fire. \n\nElias was just another person he'd essentially killed wasn't it? Oki wouldn't get to sleep tonight nor the next month. He kicked the wood away and began to pick up his things. \n\nFrom then he dug the graves of who he had killed and put them near a good spot from the village. He'd visit the village again to return and see what fate the daughter would have of him. And as for the final thing, he put it in a package containing a written letter, a locket and four silver coins. And then set out to continue hunting and hope the stars would grant Elias some mercy. Or at the very least. \n\nJustice" } ]

[ { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*A specific, though not specific figure could be seen appearing from the forest. It was pretty creepy honestly. A black cloaked person holding a halberd and... Wearing a Sallet in it's closed position. Wonder if it'll speak at all?\n\nShe seemed to be early, assuming that no one else was here... Or was there? She was unsure. Maybe there were people here and she hasn't noticed yet. If she hasn't... She'd be in big trouble*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Another figure would also arrive, also in a dark cloak. It seemed to be holding some sort of long object, potentially a weapon, and if one looked closely, they would see the crimson glint of it's armor and the golden horns from the figure's helmet*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Oh? People came? What a strange surprise. She thought for a moment that she'd be alone... She made a few assumptions to herself... A bunch of people who look rather suspicious with... Weapons. \n\nMaybe they're... Supposed to be here? She's not sure... But she acts casual. Well as casual as a person leaning on a tree, wearing a cloak and hiding her face with the sallet. She studies the new comers from afar*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"So you two are here for the job as well\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Hmmm it talked! She gave the... Thing a Nod. Yes she was here for the job. Wonder who these... People were honestly. \n\nJust in case this was missed, she was wearing her Black cloak, which was held together by a strange Family Crest Brooch. She wore a Full Coverage Sallet, which covered her whole face. She carried a halberd, but it is otherwise unknown as to what is under her cloak. Though it's just her gambeson, cuirass, sword, rondel, and targe. Oh and of course the clothes she wears...*\n\n\"Yes I'm here for the job. Are you?\"\n\n*She asked, staring directly at the person. She wanted to see... Just who was here and if she could... Use them for her benifit. That would be nice. Maybe some friends for protection? Or maybe... A defensive pact!" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"I am here for the job. This is my 4th time, I think\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"... Fourth? How many cheaters are there from this person?\"\n\n*She was quite surprised... 4th time eh? How many times does this person need to kill some loose ends? If this is such a problem... They should have better systems in place to prevent such an occurrence*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"You'd be surprised how many greedy nobles try to steal from him\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Oh well. I wouldn't know the pains. Anyone who attempts a theft ends up... Well you see, missing. So... Who are we removing this time?\" \n\n*She asked, releasing herself from a tree, leaning on a halberd. Compared to the Oni, she was tiny. He was at least a whole Quarter-Ein taller!*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Don't know this time\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Hmmmmmmm. I see how it is. Rather hard to do a job when you don't know who to kill eh?\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"We'll see soon enough" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*A few minutes would pass as you two waited for whoever sent this letter. Ordinary sounds like the river flowing and the wind blowing would start to sound ominous as you continued to wait. Eins would be unaware of the employer's habits, so it wouldn't be a stretch for her to think this was some prank given how outrageous the payment was. These letters might be bait to trick gullible people into desolate locations to be jumped. Infact, this demon looking fellow might be the hired assailant. Oshikuru, however, as this was his 4th time doing this, would know that the messenger only arrives at the expected time on the dot.*\n\n*A couple more minutes pass by till the time is exactly noon. Looking around, Eins still wouldn't see anybody. Her fear might start to escalate at this point out of paranoia. Oshikuru, however, would know better and would likely look around for an animal. He would then notice a black squirrel looking down on you all from a nearby tree with familiar intelligence in its eyes. The squirrel would climb down and approach Eins and much to her surprise she would see it slowly transforming into a larger humanoid figure. As it reached the ground you would see a tall robed figure with its face completely covered up with its hood.*\n\n\"I'm pleased to see the two of you have made it. I apologize to you Miss Eins that the boss cannot meet you in person, but hope that is understandable given this line of work, something Sir Oshikuru should be well acquainted with at this point. I'll get straight to business. There is a nearby village that had purchased a massive supply of medical herbs so that they may cure any illnesses they may encounter in this weather. It would not be a huge surprise that such herbs would be very expensive as they are in high demand, but the village elder had pleaded and promised to pay for it within a month. A month passed, and they responded they will pay next month. It's been more than 2 months at this point and no payment has been received. When approached for the payment the village had seemingly hired mercenaries to keep us away. Needless to say, the boss was not pleased. That is why the boss took action and hired workers such as yourselves to clear out some of those mercenaries they relied on and captured the elder's son. We hoped they would get the message that they weren't safe from the boss' grasps and that it would be in their best interest to simply pay for what they've taken. Instead it seems the elder and the son's wife have caused a ruckus to hire even more mercenaries to protect themselves and hunt us down. Truly foolish, but nothing less than expected considering they even decided to go against the boss. Nevertheless, it seems we have to take more drastic measures to get our message across, and that's where you two come into play\"\n\n*The robed figure would then pull out four pieces of parchment each and hand them over to Oshikuru and Eins. One would have a portrait of an elder macen man, another of a young blonde macen woman, and another a small female macen child, and the last piece of parchment looked like the map of a village with 4 particular locations marked in red and building circled in green and another building circled in blue.* \n\n\"The portrait of the elderly man is the village elder. He resides in the building circled in green. The woman is the son's wife, she resides in the building circled in blue. The child is the woman's daughter. She also resides in the same building. The buildings have mercenaries guarding it and the locations circled in red are the mercenaries guarding the 4 gates into the village. Besides the child, everyone else you can decide to kill or capture. The child must be brought alive. Any questions thus far?\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"No questions besides possible gear\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"No no, seems pretty normal to me. Don't see any issues with that. Just... What kind of mercs are we talking about? The kinds that don't have much armour or... The kinds that look like Metal trees?\"\n\n*This was a pretty big shocker... A squirrel man. This is definitely a SQUIRREL MAN*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"The armor and skills of the mercenaries are varied. Some are warriors, other mages, and there are even some archers. The amount of wealth they posses also varies, and thus so does the amount and quality of their armor. As such, I can't provide much information besides what you will see for yourself. I also feel it might be necessary to mention to not loot the bodies, as the boss will be taking them as compensation for the wealth he has already lost in dealing with these fools. I hope that is understandable\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Understandable. Let's go\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"I see. Understandable. Gó féy!\"\n\n*And off she goes... To go.. Approach the place, of course stopping at least... 3 steps from where she originally was to wait for her companion. You might ask what Gó Féy means. Well... It's literally just 'Let's remove'*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He had no idea what the woman just said. It did seem to be a happy tone though*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Leeeets go do this job!\"\n\n*And off she goes... To the village, weapon out, armour on, and cloak... Off. The cloak will impede her ability to fight. No point fighting with a giant blanket on. She seemed pretty well off!*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru takes off his cloak as well. The weapon is revealed to be a blood red katana, and he is wearing red samurai armor as well*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you two walked toward the village, you would notice the various corpses and bones to the side of the road. It looks like there has been plenty of bloodshed in this area. It would seem the employer had sent a great deal of men to take care of this village. One could hope the two of you don't join them.* \n*Nearing closer to the South gate, you would see a couple of armored individuals standing guard. It might be safe to assume that they were the mercenaries as the robed man mentioned they were guarding the entrances. The village likely assumed that so long as the mercenaries blocked the entrances no one else would be able to enter. As you got closer you would realize that it was a safe assumption as the village had a 15 ft tall wooden wall encompassing the borders, a height most individuals could not easily scale without being noticed.*\n*It would seem the mercenaries hasn't taken notice to your arrival yet as it continued to scan the premise by shifting its head side to side. One of them was holding a shield and spear with chain mail as his armor while the other was a female wearing almain rivet armor with a steel greatsword resting over her shoulder*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Hmmm a predicament indeed! She scouted around for a way to... Get around said mercs. Wonder how one would do that? She doesn't exactly have rope and a wall is simply too difficult to scale without any tools. A fool's choice would be to attack them head on... Unless... Oni man helped! But how would they manage to fight them? Chainmail is rather simple to fight... But the Almain rivet on the other hand... \n\nWhat an interesting situation*\n\n\"Wall... Guards... Seems pretty protected. Even just two people\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Hmmm. Chain mail would be easy to counter, but the Almann rivet would be slightly more difficult*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Which one do you want? The male or female?\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He honestly could take on either one, but he wasn't sure which one she would be best going against*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"I'll take Almain. I'm better equipped for... Whatever that strange set of armour is...\" \n\n*She finna poke the hell out of her. And does Almain rivet include the helmet? Or no... I'm not sure. Either way, I have a plan*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"So I'll take the spear and shield guy. Gotcha.\" *He drew his katana, and it morphed into a large Guandao.* \"Let's do this. Fast and hard\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He would start to walk towards the two guards*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Ein prepared her stance with her Halberd. Quick and fast. Let's hope this Great Sword person wasn't super fast... Or has magic... Or can swing at the speed of light. \n\nShe approached the guard she intends on fighting, maintaining her composure as she approaches. She was significantly less armoured than this opponent... She needs distance yes?*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you two would approach the two guards would take notice of you two and take a defensive stance. The chainmail merc would have his shield raised and his spear at the ready rather quickly while the female lifted the greatsword from her shoulder and held it infront of her with one arm with relative ease. The male would speak in a gruff voice*\n\"Halt! Entry isn't permitted till after a thorough inspection due to various attacks on the village as of late! If you wish to enter, drop all your possessions onto the ground and step 10 steps away!\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Do not worry my friends! We are only here for business, and to ask a few questions!\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Ye, we're just 'ere to ask some questions. Yous not in annay trubble, dinnae worry at all\"\n\n*Woah what was just that. Did she have a stroke? It can't be... Is she... Faking an accent to protect her identity? Well yes and no. She also just wants to mock them. It ought to be an embarrassment when you die to someone who speaks like a half drunk farmer who drank too much Hay Bale juice*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The male would eye the two of you and take a few steps back. The female doesn't seem to be particular worried and is actually grinning.* \n\"Came to ask some questions wielding weapons like that?\" *She would ask mockingly*\n*The male would point to the ground with his spear* \n\"Drop your weapons on the ground and take 10 steps back. We can hear your questions from that distance\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru would quickly sweep his polearm across the ground, aiming for the spearman's calf. If the man is sweeped, he spins around, raises his Guandao, and slams it onto the guy's head. If the man somehow jumps, he kicks the man's kite shield. If he tanks the attack but doesn't fall, Oshikuru grabs his spear and punches him in the face. If he blocks the attack using the shield, he does the same as the previous scenario*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Now that her ally attacked, she took back to maintain the range from her opponent. Turns out, such person was strong, pointing a great sword at her with such ease. But no biggy... All she has to do is get passed the woman's defense. \n\nAnd so she did make an attempt to attack. Assuming such person was a human with human reflexes, she feigned an attack from her comfortable range, which would only really pose a danger if the person was almost a meter closer... Flinch and she'll know what to do, don't flinch and she won't...*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Oshikuru would attempt sweep his polearm at the male merc, as the merc had already taken a few steps back prior, he would be able to step out of range of Oshikuru's swing with impressive speed. He would look slightly surprised, but his face would become serious as he quickly backtracked with his shield facing Oshikuru still, allowing him to block the punch to his face. It would cause the man to slightly lose his balance, but it seemed he had a solid grasp on footwork coordination, allowing him to quickly readjust his center of gravity and continue to retreat back. It seemed the man was heading inside the village walls, and now that Oshikuru was closer he could see that the man was heading toward a nearby wooden stand with a large bell ontop*\n\n*The female would simply smirk as Eins carried out her feint, only slightly adjusting her grip and height of the greatsword in preparation for an actual attack from Eins from that position. The greatsword would seem to glow slightly with various runes on it giving off a magical aura*\n\"What happened to the questions you wanted to ask?\" She would say with a grin and laugh" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru notices the man walking closer to the bell*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Are you a coward? Stand and fight! As for the question...\" *Oshikuru grins behind his mask* \"The question is violence. And the answer is yes.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He would then spin around, gaining momentum, then jump and slam his polearm to the man's head, hoping his glaive will reach above the shield*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Well... As many of us Farmers would ask... May I ask yous a question? But seems tis is not tae best time aye?\" \n\n*Seeing that her feint didn't work, she held her position, slightly circling around her opponent, being sure she doesn't get near the other person. Greatsword vs Halberd GO! Well this is going to be a hard one because... Closing distance with any of them would be extremely dangerous, especially how both of them could easily hold both of their weapons with one hand... Who makes the first move*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Unfortunately for Oshikuru, the merc would lower his center of gravity seeing him spin around by bending his knees, making it easier for the merc to raise his shield to deflect the blow away from his head, knowing better than trying to block a heavy hit head on. However, this would force the man to stay still as his feet dug into the earth to prevent his body from losings its balance from the strike.*\n\"If doing my job is considered being a coward, that's fine. I'm being paid to protect the people, not eliminate intruders. There are other mercs here who are better equipped for that.\"\n\n*The female would follow Eins movements still grinning* \"A farmer eh? You seem too skilled at combat to be considered a farmer, not that it really matters. Take your time, the longer you stall, the more likely the patrols will come around\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"I see you are a fool. A brave fool, so respectable, but a fool nonetheless\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He launches a series of spinning attacks, quickly alternating between striking at the head, calves and midsection, advancing all the way*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"I'm flattered, but a simple farmer can also be a fearsome warrior. All those hours fightinf a hay bale pay off\"\n\n*And like that, Since the lady had adjusted herself, she'd change her positioning, pulling in a Hook Swipe to the Woman's right. Maybe that'll catch her off guard. Plus, I might be assuming things. The woman is probably right handed... I think so...\n\nTL;DR - Halbred Swipe with the Hook on the Woman's sword side go attempt lock or pull her off balance*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The man seeing Oshikuru needlessly spin for each attack to build momentum, would simply close the distance taking advantage of the fact that polearms aren't that great at close range, using his shield to parry the shaft of the Guandao while thrusting his spear aiming for the eye slits in Oshikuru's armor*\n\"A fool I may be, but at least I know better than to turn my back on my enemy\"\n\n*As Eins expected, the female would attempt to parry her halberd swing, allowing it get locked and pulled, but as Eins pulls the woman simply lets go of her greatsword. However, the women doesn't look worried at all instead closes the distance between the two while raising her arms over her head in a weird fashion, almost as if she was holding something despite there being nothing. A split second later though, the greatsword that Eins pulled away from the female would glow and disappear from the ground, reappearing in the female's hands as she brings it down aiming for Eins shoulder*\n\"Maybe you should've spent more time reading magic books instead of fighting hay bales you bumpkin! Heh!\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru simply dodges to the right, lets go of his glaive and grabs the spear in his left hand. He then smashes his elbow into the spear's shaft, attempting to break it*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Well you see, by letting the sword pull in, she moved herself again to do a harsh spike stab to the face. How you may ask? Well, with the design of her halberd, by letting go of the sword, she'd have enough room to do a thrust to the face... This wasn't helped by the closing in distance since that only really added to the issue of... Spike in face.\n\nTl;Dr - By letting go of the sword, she used the momentum gained from her letting go of the sword to pull the halberd back for a short distancr and stabs with it to the open face...*." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Seeing you drop your weapon, the merc who was confident with his footwork would quickly kick it away from you while letting go of his spear once he saw you attempting to break the shaft. His job wasn't to defeat you, and now that your weapon was a distance away and that Oshikuru was focused on snapping the spear, the merc would rash over to the bell and would now only be 5ft away from it, being able to ring it next turn if he wasn't stopped*\n\n*The female rushing forward would notice Eins aiming to thrust at her face, but a thrust is harder to aim, espically at a small target like a head, and would thus twist her head sideways at the last second avoiding the strike. However, this would disperse some of her momentum with her greatsword swing. The strike though would still carry tremendous foce behind as the runes glow upon impact. At this point it would be safe to assume the greatsword was a magical weapon, and with its enchantments it tears through Eins armor and digs into her shoulder*\n\"Woah! Almost got me there!\" The female would explain in genuine surprise" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru runs at full speed after breaking the spear after the man. He then performs a 360 roundhouse kick to the man's head*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Youch Youch! Thank you gambeson for taking some of the blow, but of course, the sword had to cut through the gambeson and hit her arm with considerable force. Thanks had she been closer, she'd be done for.\n\nShe took a very fast pivot back drawing her secondaries, being her sword, targe, and Rondel. Of course she was in pain, but tis was simply a flesh wound. It really wasn't I won't be surprised if she was unable to use her other arm.\n\n\"Tis was simply a flæsc wound good lady. Though... Flæsc wounds don't generally hurt like a maul to the arm and holds like a sword to the arm. Gó féy mó síd\"\n\n*Oh look! A weird sentence. Oh well, this time she was more careful. She can't... Really use her arm the best. Her bad arm was her shield arm, which also held her rondel, and her good arm was her sword*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Oshi running at full speed after them man find that this kick wouldn't carry as much momentum as the man was running about as fast as Oshi was able to. However, the blow would still throw the man off balance as he made a desperate sprint for the bell, causing him to fall over. The merc would desperately get up and reach for the bell*\n\n*As you pulled out your secondaries the female would stepback, taking advantage of the fact that her weapon now has the longer reach. She would then put swing at your good arm, hoping to take advantage of the fact that her weapon was of superior quality and could carry greater force to knock the sword out of Eins hands*\n\n\"You speak funny. If we met on different circumstances, I think we might of had a good time at a tavern\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru would sweep the merc's feet, then launch a series of rapid punches to the man's head. Hopefully this will disorient him enough so he can't ring the bell.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Tis is a shame we couldn't meet in better circumstances... Next life my friend next life, maybe we'll be friends and protect a humble village as you are against me!\"\n\n*She didn't make an attempt to block the attack, instead doing a back pivot whilst ducking down. Though, a redirect would be better, but she wasn't taking any chances. \n\nAfter the sword swung over, assuming the person couldn't stop a heavy ass sword and swing it back, she went in closer to grapple maybe stab with her basket hilt. Of course she used Rule 1 of Ein's fighting technique. Always attack with both weapons. \n\n\nTl:Dr - She didn't attempt to block the sword, instead, basically jumping back away from the sword and ducking. Once the sword was over head, she went in to attack, closing the distance with her speed.\n\nHer left was covered by the shield, which was level to the Woman's Great sword while Ein's broadsword as doing an upwards thrust to the head, making an attempt to strike and grapple.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Oshikuru's flurry of blows would assault the poor man and he would take a few steps back clearly disoriented. However, there was something to be noted. The time they left from the job was noon, meaning at the latest the time frame the group was still in was the afternoon. Within the city walls where the bell was nearby villagers would see Oshi pummel the merc and scream in terror and panic. The villagers would run around screaming* \"Assassins! The Assassins have returned!\"\n\n*As for Ein's fight with the female, Eins would be right to assume for a normal person stopping a heavy sword swing and bringing it back would be too slow, but it seemed she had forgotten the female's ability. Upon seeing Eins' duck under the swing she would merely let go of her sword and let it fly from her arms carrying the excess momentum with it while quickly stepping back while shifting her hands. She would then swing her hands in a similar fashion as before at Ein's broadsword as the greatsword reappeared in her hands. The swing would not only deflect Ein's strike from the female's head but Eins' would also see that her sword was bent and dented from where the greatsword struck.*\n\n\"Next life indeed my friend. Just make note that it's yours that would be going first!\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Or is it? A challenge indeed, but you see... A... I have upper hand\"\n\n*She discarded her sword, switching to the rondel. Now that she was really close and... It would be nigh impossible to get a good strike, Ein tackled the woman, making an attempt to throw her to the ground and stab her with the rondel. The rondel was a rather long knife. A very long one at the fact too! Also it was pointy. \n\nTl:Dr - Due to her already close enough proximity, she just went in, trying to throw the woman to the ground and attempts to stab and grapple her... With the rondel.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru swiftly grabs his fallen Guandao. He begins to run swiftly and quietly towards the other mercenary*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Eins charges the female, seeing that she would not be able to escape in time, she mutters an incantation under her breath as he skins becomes as hard as platemail. Upon tacking her Eins would find the female unmoved being that she was as strong if not stronger than Eins. Attempting to stab her with the pointy dagger wouldn't prove very effective given her now reinforced body. She would be caught in the grapple though, but she would just smirk.*\n\n\"If you wanted a hug, why didn't you say so?\"\n\n*The female would then in return grapple focusing around Eins neck, and at this point and at this points Eins would be able to confirm that the female was stronger than her as she was slowly being choked out. The female would see Oshi running over and grin*\n\n\"If you leave the village, I'll let your friend go. If not, well, after I'm done with her I'll have fun playing with you\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*A rondel was not a point sword, but a dagger! She was choking her through the sallet... What an uncomfortable situation. How will she get herself out of this? Well... How you'd attempt to get out of this... She tried shoving her thumbs into the womans eyes... Even if the skin was steel, the eyes should be just as sensitive, if not worse because the eyes cant flex.\n\nEin wasn't strong at all, but hopefully her attack would give her Oni friend enough time to strike and pull off the Woman...*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru reacts to Eín digging her fingers into the mercenary's eyes. He raises his glaive and slams it down on the woman's head*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Eins attempts to poke the females eyes, she would counter by merely squinting, allowing her to still maintain visual on her surroundings while preventing Eins from injuring it as even her eyelids were reinforced with the equivalent of plate male hardness and thickness. The poke would be akin to pressing against a steel helmet, which wouldn't be very effective. Granted her visual was still limited due to having fingers blocking it, it wouldn't be hard to assume where Oshikuru was aiming as he raised his glaive over his head. As the female had basically full control over Ein's head, she would shift Ein's poor head to intercept the swing, causing Eins to receive a hefty blow. The female would chuckle*\n\n\"Oh dear, I would think even an idiot could see that I have the upper-hand here with a hostage. But I guess this means you two aren't friends\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Well then. I guess this fight is prolonged further. Sorry partner. Rest up, and I'll heal you later.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru takes a stance, ready for any attack from the woman*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Ein was definitely out of the fight, having been struck by such a heavy weapon. The helmet was dented, not exactly cutting though, knocking her clean out. She was definitely going to need to be evacuated... But not, wonder what Oshikuru would do\n\nInside the helmet, it wasn't a good situation. Having been hit so hard, it wouldn't be surprising if she had a fracture, concussion, or even both. How is she ever going to recover? Does any of her friends have healing magic? Doubt they do. \n\nBut anyways, the point is, she was definitely not getting up any time soon from all the injuries she faced... Specifically the part where her skull could have been crushed had her helmet not been there... Sigh :c more money spent on getting new equipment... Her sallet is probably not saveable*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Seeing Eins body go limp and unconcious the woman would drop her to the ground. She would then look over to Oshi and re-summon her greatsword into her hand.*\n\n\"How about I make you a deal. You pay me 10 gold, I take 10 gold from the young lady's pouch, and I will let you two retreat. Doesn't sound like a bad deal in my opinion, that is if you two can afford it\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"I see a problem with that. Seems fair, but I came here to gain some\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He then runs into the village searching for his targets*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Oshi runs into the village searching for this targets he would find the entire village in chaos, fleeing from him while the more braver men would be grabbing nearby rocks and throwing it at him. Looking at the map he would find that the woman's house was near the north gate while the old man's house was to the east gate. Right now Oshi was near the south gate. Looking up from the map he would see two mercs running in his direction coming from the west. It would look like Oshi has to plow through many bodies if he wishes to reach his targets*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru runs towards the north gate, slicing the throats of anyone he passes. He looks around, seeing what the 2 mercs will do*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*With Oshi's speed he would leave the 2 mercs chasing him in the dust. Most people would leap out of the way once they saw you running toward them, but for the few poor souls that don't, they would meet their untimely end. They would collapse to the ground desperately clutching their throats as they bleed to death, leaving huge pools of blood in their wake.*\n*You would reach the northern part of the city you would find the hose that was marked. Infront of it would be two individuals wearing robes. They would notice you coming through and clearly identify you as a threat. One would summon a barrier around the two of them while the other shoots a ball of lightning at him, travelling at 100 ft/s*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As soon as he sees the ball lightning being cast at him, he decides to try and slide under it if it is aimed high at his head. If it is aimed at his chest, he tries to block it using the shaft of his glaive*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The electricity would strike your glaive and it electricity would course through it, causing slight burn marks on the wooden shaft that was incontact with the metal. However, the mages only continue to fire more electric bolts at him as they felt a bit more secure with the barrier set up. This time 2 electric bolts would fly at him, one aiming for his legs and the other for his chest*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru would quickly turn to the side in order to dodge the bolts. He would flip them off*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"F*Ck you guys!! Cowards hiding behind a barrier!!\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He then rushes them taking a low stance*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Rushing forward, he would find that he wouldn't really be able to get any closer without first breaking their barrier, but as you draw close both their bodies would cackle with red lightning as red orbs appear, one flying to the right of you at chest left while the other to the left at chest level while another pair of orbs float to the air 100 ft from the ground*\n\n\"You assassins are the true cowards! Killing innocent people is far worse!\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As soon as he sees the two bodies crackle with red lightning, he knows that means trouble. He CANNOT get hit by this at all costs. He quickly ducks down and tries to slide under the spheres, his head only a foot from the ground*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Hey! I kill indiscriminately, innocent or guilty!\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you attempt to duck and slide the spheres, they would unfortunately be too fast to reach the ground fast enough at this distance, and since the balls are attracted to metallic armor, they would curve and stick to his left and right shoulder respectively. He would see the mages grin, fulling knowing what was about to happen next*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*2 bolts of lightning crack the sky and strike him in each shoulder, incapacitating him. Well fuck. He lies there on the ground, knowing that he won't be able to move for quite a bit, groaning in pain*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Oshi's body would be in agonizing pain as all his limbs were paralyzed and the nerve endings on his body felt like they were on fire as electricity continued to course through his body. But the mages weren't finished. They continue to shoot electric balls at Oshi, striking the center of his back, paralyzing both his legs, but his arms would be able to start moving again. However the bolts continued to burn his flesh and cause flashes of white to appear in his eyesight*\n\n*He would however notice the barrier wear off and disappear, but the mages don't seem as concerned seeing Oshi was now on the ground*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Fucking Assholes!\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He uses healing touch on his arms*\n\n```15 mana spent, 15/30 remaining```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The mages blast again, surprised that you were still conscious. As Oshi was still on the ground this his legs paralyzed they aim for his upper back in hopes of getting his arms out of commision*" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru hears the crackle of he bolts as the wizards cast their spells. Now is the time. He quickly rolls to the side to dodge the bolts, and feels his legs again. He gets up and then cracks his neck and knuckles*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The mages would be surprised to see Oshi get up and would look at each nervously. They would mutter among themselves*\n\n\"This guy took two crack in the skys and had his body hit by 2 electric bolts, but is still conscious... Can we really take on this guy?\"\n\n\"Well he did use a healing spell... But frankly I don't think we're getting paid enough for this...\"\n\n*They would look over to you again and simply walk away from the entrance of the house*\n\n\"Go ahead, the pay for the job isn't worth our lives.\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"At least your smart enough to not fight now.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He picks up his weapon and goes through the door, using healing touch along the way*\n\n```15 mana spent, 5 regained, 5/30 mana remaining```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*You would need to break the door down as it is locked, but given the weapons at Oshi's disposal, he would't have much trouble. However the ruckas caused from it would be heard throughout the house, and Oshi would hear footsteps from upstairs along with a child crying running into one of the rooms and slamming it shut along with the sound of something heavy being moved*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru would attempt to climb the stairs as quietly as possible. His glaive starts to turn back into a katana*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you climb the stairs you see there a 4 rooms with their doors shut. Unfortunately you would've reached the top just as the sounds stop. It looks like he will have to search a bit*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He kicks down the first door and draws his blade. He carefully looks around the room*\n\n```5 mana regained, 10/30 remaining```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you attempt to kick down the first room you find it not budging. It is either well reinforced or this might be the room the targets are hiding in? Either case, your kick won't be of any use in breaking it down*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Well then. Oshikuru turns his katana back into a glaive again. He then attempts to chop down the door*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The door would shatter from the impact of your enchanted glaive. Infront of you would be a dresser and bed and behind it was the woman covering her child's mouth, both of whom are the targets for this mission*\n*The women would look at you in fear, but also anger and disgust*\n\n\"You bloody assassins... How much more do you wish to take from us? You've already taken my husband, you've killed so many of our fellow villagers, and we've paid your boss as much as we could! Why can't he leave us alone! Why are you even working for such a despicable greedy man! Have you no sympathy for our plight?!\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Debt that is unable to pay is still debt. You should have thought about that before buying\" *He shifts his glaive in his hand* \"And this time the price is blood\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Instead, however, he stabs the back end of the glaive into the ground. He then lunges towards the woman and quickly strikes her in the neck using his hand, aiming for a pressure point. If successful, he presses two fingers into the girl's neck*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The two females weren't combatants whatsoever and would be easily knocked out by Oshi. The woman would have a few tears drip from her eyes as she tried to maintain conscious desperately trying to protect her child before falling to the ground*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru then looks around the room to take notice of any rope, chains, or anything he can use to bind the two targets*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The room was an ordinary bed room. At most he could maybe make use of the bed sheets and curtains as a makeshift room*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Bed sheets would have to do. He lays the bedsheets on the floor, then laid the two females on the bedsheets. He wraps them up, uses his glaive to cut the curtains, and ties it as a rope around the bedsheets. He then places them under the bed*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*OShi would have no trouble doing any of this and stuffs the two bodies in the bed. Might be difficult to bring them out of the village though in this chaos, and he still had one more target to go*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru heads back downstairs, out the door, and looks around. If no one is around, he heads towards the Elder's house*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Heading back into the chaotic streets he would then notice the female that Oshi ran away from that dealt with his teammate. She was smiling and confidently walked toward you*\n\n\"I told you I would come to play after dealing with your friend didn't I? It's your turn now\" *And she would hold her greatsword infront of her chuckling*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"I guess you did eventually come to get me. By the way, what happened to my teammate?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "She would laugh even louder\n\n\"Why would you care? You didn't seem to be particularly worried when you ran off after bashing her head in. Don't blame you though, if I was facing me I would be more concerned about myself as well.\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"The job comes first. And you didn't seem to want to kill her. Just wondering\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "```15 mana regained over 6 turns. 20/30 mana remaining```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"Eh, pretty huge gamble to guess how your enemy wants. Anyhow, now that we're here shall the fun begin? Don't want the other guards to come in and interrupt my fun\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He runs towards the house of the elder*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The female would sigh* \n\"You know if you don't deal with me you won't get to turn in your targets by the Dhuw river? And seeing how you don't have any bodies on you I think it would be safe to assume the wife and daughter are still inside the house. Guess I'll go free them if you're running away\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He screeches to a stop*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Well then. Guess you're not as stupid as your partner\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*She smirks*\n\"Well, I am one of the mercs that are being paid in gold instead of silver, so my skills best reflect that\"\n\n\"But I wouldn't call my partner stupid either. He's gathering a group by the elder's house suspecting that is where you are heading. Should've finished him off instead of leaving him with a concussion\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Guess that leaves me with no choice\" *He rushes the woman using the back spear tip of his glaive aimed for her head*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The woman would raise his greatsword with one arm and deflect the speartip aimed for her face to the side. With her free arm she would then attempt to grab the spear's shaft*\n\n\"Come on, don't think of this as a chore! Let's have some fun!\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru would quickly turn his weapon in the direction it was deflected. The back end would come to his direction while the blade would hurtle towards the woman's face*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"You're talking to someone who uses violence to solve almost every problem\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The women would not be particularly surprised by you pulling back as she had a good graps on how quickly you moved from your fight earlier and easily brings his raised great sword down, intercepting your halberd thrust and pings it to the ground beneath her blade and puts her foot on the shaft to hold it in place*\n\n\"Well that makes two of us!\" And she would chuckle" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru would take the opportunity to punch the woman square in the face twice, fast and hard. He lets go of his weapon, darts to the left, and quickly pulls the woman's foot out from under her*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Oshi lets go of his weapon and charges the woman she mutters an incantation under her breath and once more her skins becomes as hard as steel. Your punches wouldn't faze very much if at all and would you dive to the left and try to pull her feet from under her, just like how Eins unfortunately found out, this woman was way stronger than you and her feet remain planted on the ground.*\n*She would look at your glaive and sigh, uses her foot to scoop it up and catch it with her right hand*\n\n\"Thought warriors would no better than to let go of their weapon... Have to say I'm kind of disappointed\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Well then. Guess I'll have to try harder.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He rapidly kicks her in the back twice, and then punches her in the knee, all the while watching for incoming attacks*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*She would use your own glaive to parry the strikes to her back and when you bend over to punch her in the knee she throws her greatsword at your head while raising her leg to block your strike to her knee with her shin which was still as tough as steel*\n\n\"Punches? Really? You may be fast, but punches aren't going to get through my defense. I had hoped you were better than this, that team mate of yours seemed to have better battle sense than you\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru quickly ducks and grabs the greatsword, using its momentum to throw it back at the woman's head. He then dashes behind her back and punches her again in the back of the knee*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Oshukuru would attempt to grab the greatsword he would find that it was much heavier than it looked and the momentum would actually pull him backwards toward the ground as it sails over his head, preventing him from charging forward and attacking the female. The female would swing your glaive at your chest while you lay there*\n\n\"Heh, tried to grab my sword huh? Got to work out a bit more before you can carry that bad boy. Anyhow, let's see how many strikes it takes to break you out of that tough shell\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Seeing the woman swing his own glaive at him, he rolls to the side, gets up and grabs his weapon. He brings his left elbow down onto the woman's in an attempt to break it, then backhands her in the face*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Once more, it would seem Oshi's strength would not prove effective against the women's defense as he brings his elbow down on her elbow and backhands her face, only causing her to flinch slightly*\n\n\"How rude. Didn't you mother ever teach you to never hit a woman across the face? It's their money maker after all\"\n\n*She would resummon her sword in her right hand and once more throws it at Oshi while in conjunction use his glaive to sweep him off his feet*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"All's fair in war\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He rolls on the ground in the opposite of the glaive sweep in response to getting tripped. He faces the woman again and uses his helmeted horns and quickly brings them up into the woman's face*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Oshi rushes forward with his horned helmet the woman would resummon her sword in her hand right infront of her face and swing it forward*\n\n\"Charging head first he? Didn't know you wanted to feel what you comrade felt\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oof. Oshikuru gets hit in the face by the sword. Fortunately, his helmet takes most of the blow, but it's probably beyond repair now. He throws off his helmet and uses healing touch on himself*\n\n```3.75 mana spent, 5 regained, 30/30 mana remaining```\n\n*His face is finally revealed. White skin, with long, white horns on top of his head. Strangely, they seem to be sharpened. His hair is actually long and white.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "The female would smile. \"An Oni huh? Not a bad looking one at that. You know, not many people have been able to remain standing after taking a heavy blow from me, especially not from my sword. As one warrior to another, I would like to know your name\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru would grin, it finally being visible*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"I am Oshikuru! An Oni! Though you are strong yourself.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He gets ready to fight again*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*She returns the smile*\n\"Alisha. You know, my offer still stands. Seeing how we are both mercs in a sense, I would actually look forward to working with you in the future. Don't think 10 gold is a bad deal for me to stay out of your way, no?\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"10 gold for me to you to stay out of the way, or 10 gold for me to leave?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"10 for me to stay out of the way. Can't really force you to leave and can't exactly stop the patrols coming after you to let you go either. But at least you won't have to deal with me anymore\" She says with a grin" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru considers his position. At this rate, there's no way he'll be able to take down this woman. The other patrols may come as well. He sees this as his best option, and pulls 10 gold coins from his pouch*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"10 gold to stay out of my way. You are quite a worthy opponent. Now, if I could have my weapon back..\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"Mhmmm, I suppose you need it if you want to come out of here alive. I'll hand it to your after you give me the 10 gold.\" She said holding her hand out for the payment" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru would drop the gold into her hand* \"My weapon, please?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*She would toss it toward you and give you salute as she pockets the gold*\n\n\" Recommend you don't go to any of the gates though, each of them has a gold rank merc like me. Hope you can handle the rest though. Maybe you can hook me up with your employer next time as well. Anyhow, best of luck!\" \n*She would then carefully walk back without taking her eyes off you till she feels she was a good distance away to no be jumped before turning around skipping happily out of the village*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru grabs his weapon out of the air. That was an interesting person, with similar ideals to he. He would pick up his broken helmet, and run towards the elder's house*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Oshi headed toward the elder's house, like Alisha said, the man whom he punched before was guarding the house with a new spear in hand along 4 other mercs that only had moderate amount of armor and carried a combination of shortswords and longswords. They would notice your approaching and the guard with the shield would run up in the lead with his superior speed holding his shield up in preparing for any attacks from you*\n\"Defend the elder at all costs! This man must not make it past us, or the village is doomed!\"\n*The other guards would follow his lead with the swords raised high fora valiant charge*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru prepares for an attack. He knows what to do.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The shield merc would attempt to get in close to negate the advantage of the reach weapon, readying his shield to parry your incoming strike. The other 4 mercs would shortly follow one aiming for your head, another for your legs, the other for your left and right arm respectively*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru would quickly back away to avoid the strikes, then move in again. He jumps up and pushes the shield, jumping off and behind him while somersaulting, so that his weapon hits the shield merc in the back*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The shield merc as mentioned earlier is able to keep up with Oshi's speed, thus even after jumping off it and somersaulting, the time gap between spinning in the air gives the sheild merc enough time to side step and deflect the swing with his shield. The other 4 mercs now seeing Oshi's in the air figure he could not really move due to lack of aerial mobility and all thrust their swords upward at him*\n\n\"That's it boys! Impale the assassin!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru's armor would take several hits from the strikes. Nothing major, as it turns out his armor is very strong.He would land now behind the mercenary*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Your job is to protect the elder right? Well, good luck\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He proceeds to run off to kill the elder*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Perhaps in a sense of Deja Vu or perhaps even karma Oshi would feel the familiar contact of a foot hitting the back of his head at full speed, causing him with his heavy armor to fall over and land face flat to the ground*\n\n\"Surely you didn't forget what you did to me when I tried to get away now did you?! You're not getting anywhere near the elder\"\n\n*Behind him the 4 other mercs would be sprinting as well with their swords poised ready the thrust at you once they come into melee range*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Forgot you were as fast as I was. Well boys, prepare to get some bandages\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the mercenaries spring towards him, Oshikuru spins his glaive across the ground, hoping to either cleave some legs or trip some*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The shield merc, dedicated to protection, get in close and use his shield to stop your glaive from swinging its full arc, preventing it from hitting the 4 mercs behind from having their legs chopped up. The 4 mercs would now get into melee range as stated earlier thrust their swords at you, one at your head, another at your chest, another to your groin and the other expecting you to sidestep like earlier goes to your side and aims for your ribs.*\n\n\"Sadly, we don't have any for you\" The shield merc would respond" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru rolls backwards, and turns his glaive into a katana. A much faster weapon. He takes up a combat stance*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Oh I won't need any\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Seeing how he keeps rolling away or sidestepping the 4 mercs surround him and from each direction they swing at him, the one from behind from above, the one from the left swinging to the right, the one infront swinging to the upward, and the one to the right swinging to the right as well to be in the opposite direction of the swing from the left. The guard with the spear would stand at the ready, keeping his eyes focused on your katana and his legs poised ready to jump in and intercept an attack from you*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru knows he can't block all of the attacks using his sword. Instead, he ducks down while the swordsman raise their swords, then turns around and charges the mercenary behind him, digging his horns into his belly. It won't kill him, but at least he can break their formation*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The guardman would be surprised by your surprise charge and would be sent rolling backwards from your headbutt. As Oshi expected, his sudden burst from the circle allows him to mostly escape the swings and thrusts of the other mercs, blows that his armor was more than capable of enduring*\n*However, they wouldn't waste anytime and the 3 standing mers would quickly readjust their formation and try again with one swing each to your neck, hip, and knee. The one with the shield rushes in with his shield raised and grabs the fallen merc by his foot and drags him out of the encirclement.*\n\n\"Come on men! There are 3 of you and only 1 of him!\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru ducks down in order to dodge the strike to the neck, and blocks the attack to his hip with his blade and the attack to his knee using his forearm. He feels the strike resonate through his arm, but he doesn't care. He's experienced worse today. He lunges towards the mercenary who he blocked using his armor, and grabs the guard of it, then stabs at his face using his katana*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The poor merc has his face pierced by the katana and hits body goes limp with his skull hanging from your blade. The other two are shocked at how tough your armor is and look over to the merc with the shield with dismay*\n\n\"We can't hurt this guy and he's too quick! What are we suppose to do?!\"\n\n\"We were hired to protect the village with our lives in return for their pay. Fight to the bitter end!\"\n\n\"Look, I'm pretty sure most of us here thought this was an easy cash grab. Like how often would a village have assassins target it? At most we thought we would have to defend against bandits. We didn't expect this kind of level of skill. I'm out\"\n\n\"Same here. The village can stop paying me, this isn't worth my life\"\n\n\"Cowards!\" \n\n*The other 2 mercs would flee the scene while the shield merc looks at them with disgust. The other merc that you hit with your helmet was still struggling to breath having broken a rib from your headbash. The shield merc would sigh and carry the injured merc over his shoulder.*\n\n\"I've already fought you in one and one and lost... I may as well use my time to ease someone's pain than waste time trying to stop unstoppable violence. Just know the gods will punish you for this in due time\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*To the two fleeing guards* \"You're wise in fleeing now while you can\" *He faces the shield merc* \"That is what they all say. Yet I still keep going\" *He grins, and continues to the elder's house*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Oshi would reach the elder's house and to his surprise he would already see the elder standing by the door with a look of saddness but in his hand is a large bag*\n\n\"I know you are here for me. You were sent by those foolish merchants. I wanted to spare the village of the crippling debt, but it seems I've only wasted more money hiring useless mercenaries. In this bag is all the village's gold. It should be just enough to pay off our debt... Just take it and leave our village so that we can enjoy peace one more...\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"I shall take it to repay the boss\" *He takes the small pouch* \"However...\" *He quickly strikes the elder's neck in the pressure point to knock him unconscious, then catches him and puts him over his shoulder* \"I still have a job to do\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He then runs back to where he stored the two females*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Oshi would have little trouble with his superior speed to maneuver around any of the patrols chasing him and would reach the house with the 2 females still under the bed*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He puts them on his shoulder as well. He heads out the gate he came from, careful to watch for any more guards. If there are not, he continues in order to meet his employer and present the three key targets*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Oshi would make it past the gates and return to the forest near the Dhuw river. He would see the familiar rabbit with odd intelligence in its hop on over and transform into the robed figure.*\n\n\"I see you were able to bring all the targets. And alive at that. Also seems like we were able to finally get our payment. I suppose you've earned a small bonus for that. 24 gold total. Would you like to split any of it for your fallen comrade? I could deliver it as I have a 'gift' for her. Well I suppose you as well.\"\n\n*The robed figure would then pull out a piece of parchment with a portrait of his face and his name underneath it*\n\n\"I advice not being so loose lipped with your name in the future.\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"I'll split it with my comrade, altough I would like to give it to her in person.\" *He takes the piece of paper. It seems like a bounty.* \"Well then. Seems like I'm not returning to society anytime soon. Oh well.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The robed figure would chuckle*\n\n\"Well, I'm amused that you are not that concerned, but you needn't worry. I've dealt with the bud before it could bloom. Just be aware that my other compatriots aren't as 'kind'. Anyhow, thank you for the job well done. Here's the gold, but also hand your comrade this 'gift'. Other than that, can the boss assume your compliance with future jobs?\" \n\n*The robed figure would hand over the pound of gold as well as something that has the shape of a distorted watermelon wrapped in white cloth. The white cloth whoever would be clearly stained red on the bottom as well as wet*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru takes the pouch of gold in one hand and the other object in the other* \"This is the head of the mercenary?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The robed figure would not respond but you get the feeling that he is smiling underneath the robe*\n\n\"Who knows, but you are free to look if you wish. Anyhow, your answer?\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Willing to comply.\" *He would grin*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The robed figure would nod, and then simply put silver rings around each of the target's hands, pour a vial into each other their mouths. He would mutter an incantation in a language you didn't understand but all 4 of them would glow as the elder, wife, and child turn into baby possums while the robed figure was an adult possum. He would stuff the 3 of them into his pouch and disappear into the forest* \n\n***Quest Complete***\n1.5 pp rewarded" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru runs off, trying to find his partner that he hit on the head*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*A trail of bread crumbs, rather metal and blood crumbs lead to A Farm!*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The events of Charam Ta would rage on, bringing forth an unprecedented amount of blizzards and snow that would cover the land. The soft snow of the season would be violently replaced with the raging storms of the wintry season, forcefully covering the majority of the Salvainian empire with sheets and layers of snow. The Emperor's Storm, as it was dubbed, was a rare event that happened very rarely, this one being the first instance in ages to have occured. However, accompanying the furious frozen storms would be a host of unseen invaders, regarded by many to be the subject of children's bedtime stories, or even just creatures of legends. Yetis, ice demons, and winter wolves would grow in abundance, more than ever before seen. They would arrive in various small towns and villages, destroying whatever they came upon, killing any that tried to survive their rampage, and would feast on those that provided no resistance to their various onslaughts. Hell, even those that didn't resist would be brutally killed and eaten: they all tasted the same to the Yetis, after all.*\n\n*Kalisha would arrive in a vast field of winter snow, dunes of the substance rolling across the lands, with the howling wind making its presence obvious as the volume of the blizzard would roar in her ears. She would not be able to see very far in front of her, due to the unrelenting storm that was raging on in the background, but she would not be bothered that much; her natural resistance to the cold would stick with her, causing her to remain fine within the harshness of the storm. However, it was getting even colder as the night drug on, the temperature remaining the same for now, but would slightly grow colder as the minutes flew by. Kalisha had taken interest in a bounty put up by a nearby village to take care of some 'invaders' they had spotted earlier, but the specific amount was unknown.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha traversed the area with Ire empowered by Raze, both hands on the lower end of the shaft and the remainder resting on her shoulder. She never intended to use it offensively, at least not yet, so much as to give her warmth and light through the raging snowstorms. It also serves to show her location to others, be they person or otherwise. Having empowered it the moment she approached the freezing territory, her Mana was most likely regenerated already.\nShe passes through the field toward her destination. Kalisha was already wearing her armour, as per usual when it comes to mercenary work. Some warm clothes underneath give her a bit of protection from the cold, the armour less so, and her burning Kanabo even more. Balance Within helps to make it more tolerable as well, to a minimum of -10 Celsius. Doesn't make it any less undesirable though.\nEvery five to seven seconds, Kalisha scans her surroundings to check around and behind her for signs of life, be they the good or bad kind. While not scanning, she keeps her eyes forward and continues to travel that way. Hopefully she comes across her destination soon.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Kalisha would scan her surrondings, taking note of the frigid wind that filled the air as she arrived in the plains. As she walked on, she would eventually reach the top of a short hill, covered to the brim with snow and ice. Atop of the hill was a dark brown tree, it's bark frozen solid, void of any leaves. She would be able to take note of her surroundings from this high vantage point. There would be seemingly no life in sight, but in the distance, there would be an ever so distinct plume of smoke emerging from somewhere off in the horizon, past the rolling hills of the area. The blackness of the smoke would contrast starkly with the white snow, making it's presence even more obvious.*\n\n*There wouldn't be any visible source of the smoke, but wherever there was smoke, there had to be fire. Perhaps a settlement that had come to pass was living there? Or maybe it was just some encampment that was temporarily left alone; no, that couldn't be it. Fire, left unchecked, wouldn't last long against the biting cold of the wind's chill, the furious storm that rained down on the surrounding area. That meant something was there, though Kalisha would most likely be unsure of what it was.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Sure enough she stops at the dead tree and scans the area from this vantage point. Upon spotting the smoke in the distance, Kalisha narrowed her eyes as to make sure it wasn't something else that she was thinking was smoke.\nWhether or not it was smoke though, she'd still make her way towards it. Kalisha shifts her Kanabo over to her other shoulder, feeling her currently used one getting numb, and then she begins walking toward the smoke.\nDidn't even consider checking the tree for signs or anything... But she didn't expect it to have any. So off she goes, in the direction of the smoke, doing the same thing as before in checking all around her every five-to-seven seconds for signs of life or activity while she walks.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As Kalisha walked towards the direction of the smoke, she would make her way through even smaller hills from where she came from. Although, because of the height difference that took place as she walked up and down, she would occasionally lose track of the smoke in the distance, the black trail dipping in and out of view.\nAt last, she would make her way past the field, into the direction of a small forest with, again, more frozen over trees. Due to the winter weather, and the height of the forest, the smoke would still be barely visible if you looked hard enough; however, due to the lack of clarity, all you can make out is the general direction the smoke comes from.\nThere would still be no source of the origin in sight. Judging by the position of the smoke, it would seem that you would still have a long ways off before you reached the hypothetical fire that caused the plume to burst out of nowhere. Surprisingly, however, you could make out the bare remnants of humanoid tracks that carved a sort of pathway into the forest; however, that would lead away from the site of the smoke, and the tracks looked too... Primitive to be human. Any normal person walking barefoot in the snow would have frozen, so what could have possibly created the tracks?*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Didn't matter whether the smoke was visible or not. Kalisha knew the direction, so she beelined for it without wavering. Up until she came to the frozen forest, she didn't stop or change direction at all.\nThe frozen trees, no life whatsoever... Didn't expect it to be this bad, but the weather is that crazy that even an Oni like herself isn't exactly thrilled about being in it without portable warmth.\nKalisha looks down at the ground for a moment, checking for signs of life, and notices some tracks in the ground... She considers following it, but not too sure as to how to get back. Kalisha could leave Ire behind, but then she'd be abandoning both her weapon and warmth, both things she may need if she runs into whatever's making these not-so-human tracks... Terrible ideas, both of them. She ultimately decides to keep beelining forward for the smoke.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Kalisha, ignorning the tracks of snow that strayed away from her path, would walk in the direction straight towards the smoke's origin, considering that she already had a good enough sense of direction to follow.\nAs you walk towards the smoke, the tracks you saw from earlier would slowly die out and disappear, almost as if the creator of the trail was walking towards the encampment, rather than away from it. For some reason, the trail didn't follow your direct path, which could be considered rather odd; you wouldn't see it, but the tracks would take a path to the right, circling to the east side of the encampment.\nThe air would grow colder and colder with the passing minute, threats of frostbite lingering throughout the land as you arrive at the supposed encampment. Upon reaching your destination, you wouldn't be able to see anything but the tattered and worn remains of a former settlement, with wooden boxes covered in snow being noticeable, as well as the tattered remains of two tents facing a fire. The fire would burn strongly and brightly if you looked at it, and would illuminate the surrounding area.\nBecause of the fire's light, you would be able to catch a glimpse of a blood trail leading out of the tents and into the woods once more, with tracks showing that an assailant had come from the eastern side of the forest. The blood trail would also follow this path, but seemingly two bodies were dragged out of their respective tents.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha takes a deep breath to get some air and increase her heart rate a bit for some warmth. Seems like her burning weapon isn't keeping her as warm as she needs it to, especially as the day grows ever-colder.\nFinally, the encampment. Kalisha wasn't sure to be relieved, or worried - it's a sign of people being present... But the bodies are a sign of everyone probably being dead.\nThe young Oni approaches one of the dead bodies to check for vitals. She moves her Kanabo and lays it on the ground next to her, and crouches down to feel the body's neck and wrist for a pulse. Kalisha closes her eyes as she focuses on trying to feel blood flow in the body with her fingertips...*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As Kalisha closed her eyes and examined the body, she would be able to feel no blood pulse through the veins of the one she was inspecting. Her Kanabo on the ground next to her, the body would feel the same as the winter snow; cold, frozen, and dead. Upon a closer inspection, she would find that the body had numerous marks of violence on their front and backs, namely numerous gaping holes protruding from the midsecion and the neck, though once she got close, she would be able to see a single arrow sticking out of one of the body's right shoulder. The arrow's wounds, as well as the wounds on the body, would be completely frozen; a sign that the bodies probably were left to stay out in the cold for a prolonged amount of time. \n\nThe other body would look the same as well, however it had even more violent wounds than the other. There were marks of scratching, biting, and even chunks of the body's shoulder, leg, and thigh would be missing. They seemed to be completely ripped off of the body's limbs, and they seemed to be torn off with an insane amount of biting power. This body would also have a single spear wound through it's right lung, but no arrow wounds like the other.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Normally one would check the wounds first, rather than checking a pulse. Of course there's no doubt these guys would have been dead even if they weren't basically eaten alive - this cold is brutal.\nShe does examine the arrow in this guy's chest... The body's frozen solid, which will make it impossible to get it out until it's warmed up a little bit. Kalisha shifts Ire over so its flames can warm up the body over time. She could potentially examine the arrow for engravings, lingering magical activity, or poisons, when she gets it out.\nWhile waiting, Kalisha looks over at the other dead guy and notices entire limbs are missing off him. That definitely was not an attack by other people. Maybe the beasts that made those tracks she saw attacked this place, but she can't know for sure.\nShe decides to check out the nearest tent while she waits for the body to defrost. Maybe Kalisha can find something to explain what these guys were here for. She pulls back the fabric doorway and crawls into the tent to check it out.*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The picture of the macen woman would prove to show no significant writing; actually, it didn't show any comprehensive writing at all. No, all that remained on the photo were a few scribbles of scratched out words, words that couldn't be read, even when held up to a light. Other than that, however, there was nothing of importance that could be gathered from looking at the picture's back.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Ah well. She decides to put the picture back since it's pretty much useless. After that, Kalisha heads back out of the tent and returns to the body to try and retrieve the arrow.\nHopefully Ire has defrosted the corpse enough for her to pull the arrow out without snapping the shaft. Kalisha takes a look over the corpse and checks the arrow, tugging on it lightly to see if it's movable.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As Kalisha puts the picture back up, the body would habe already defrosted due to the combined temperature of the still-burning campfire and Ire's heating effect. She would be able to pull the arrow out with relative ease, the arrow smoothly sliding out of the corpse's flesh as she took a quick look over the corpse and arrow alike. The wound that the arrow left would be somewhat grayed out, due to the extended amount of exposure in the blizzard's cold, dry atmosphere. The arrow itself would have a slight bit of frost near the point, along with the familiar look of dried, rust-colored blood. In the end, there would be nothing out of ordinary pertaining to the arrow, or the wound it inflicted. Though, what was odd was that in the tent that Kalisha had inspected, there were no signs of either a hunting bow, a crossbow, or a quiver of arrows, which begged the question; who, or what, killed the hunters?*\n\n*Shortly after Kalisha began inspecting the arrow, however, a dark, canine-like figure would proceed to prowl and stalk the woods, gaining a whiff of Kalisha's scent from the tracks she left when she followed the smoke trail that led to the campfire site. The figure would bend low, sniffing long and hard, before it gained a general idea of the direction Kalisha was in. It would lick its snout, savoring the oncoming taste of flesh against fang, savoring the excitement of the hunt. It would howl loudly into the night, as a means to let its prey know that it's hunter had arrived, before rapidly following the scent trail that would lead it directly towards Kalisha.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hunting equipment... But these guys were more wilderness explorers than hunters, judging by the gear they have. Wonder who or what killed them in this way. Kalisha puts the arrow in her bag, keep it as proof for later, if she finds the killer.\nNow she stands up, picking Ire up off the ground and looking around to figure out what to do next. Any footprints, signs of life, or other suspicious stuff around...*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The wolf would draw nearer and nearer towards it's prey, its snout and mouth slobbering with anticipation. Sprinting across the piney woods, it's rush would be muffled almost completely by the harsh blowing of the winter wind, as well as it's own ability to stay nigh-silent within the cold weather. It could already savor the feeling of it's fangs ripping into the flesh and the bone, tearing apart tendons and ligaments that kept whatever pitiful creature it had deemed it's prey, eviscerating it completely until nothing recognizeable remained of it's body. Dashing through the snow, it's stark white coat would blend in perfectly with the cold, harsh backdrop of the winter snow, its strong, powerful legs kicking up massive amounts of snow with each leap and bound it took. The only thing that would differentiate the wolf's figure from the landscape's painted-white biome would be it's icy-blue eyes, eyes that pierced the darkness, eyes that intimidated even the fiercest of hunters, the most daunting of beasts, and the most courageous of heroes. Yes, this was a predator indeed; if one were to single you out alone, then all the deities of luck must have surely abandoned you this hour.*\n\n*Keeping the arrow within her bag, Kalisha would pick her spear Ire up from the ground, pacing around the encampment, investigating the surrounding area to look for more telltale clues on who the murderers of the pair were. From the looks of it, there were seemingly no signs of life in the area, the only real trace being some footprints that lead out into the forest. However, these footprints wouldn't match the ones the two individual's shoes gave off; they were more primitive, and an unusually gargantuan size. Normal primates wouldn't have lived long enough to survive in this weather to be able to wander around in this cold, but the footprints that this 'being' left could be compared to no other of it's class. Though, other than that, and a few more pools of blood and flesh bits here and there, there was nothing suspicious or out of the ordinary in the area, as far as you could tell.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha holds her large club over her shoulder and inspects the footprints. Same as before, definitely non-human, but bipedal. She looks in the direction that they go, and follows them to wherever they may lead.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The footprints would lead off somewhere in the woods, and Kalisha, following the prints, would duly hound the trail they made. It would seem that they would direct Kalisha further into the dark pine of the woods, and because the atmosphere was growing even colder by the minute, soon it would begin affecting the Oni as well, however resistant she was to the cold. It would be as if she was on a timer, a timer in which her life was at stake. Though, because she had Ire by her side, it would prove to take longer than expected, but the cold would find a way to break through to her, one way or another. Leaving the light of the campfire, with only Ire to guide you, there would be no reliable source of light, so that you could only see a few feet in front of you at the max. However, there would be nothing in sight besides the footprints, which would be covered up by the minute by the falling snow, and the outstretched, skeleton-like branches of dead trees, reaching out towards you as you tried to follow the remnants of the path.*\n\n*On the other hand, the wolf, with it's superior skill in transversing the snow, would just arrive at the encampment site you were at previously. It could sense that you, it's prey, had been there just recently; perhaps even just a moment ago. Sniffing the ground once more with a fierce certainty, it would catch once more the delectable scent of fresh, strong prey to feast on. Turning towards the direction of the woods that you walked into, it would begin to follow the scent trail that you gave off, panting and licking it's lips with anticipation.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Rrgh,\" *Kalisha groans. She decides to turn back to the campsite. Maybe wait until morning... Or something. Hope there's no big-ass wolves or... Well there's probably big-ass wolves. She continues back in the direction of the campsite, and will more than likely end up running into the big-ass wolf she is entirely unaware of on the way there.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Speaking of big-ass wolves, the big-ass wolf that Kalisha would run into would meet her halfway as she retraced her steps back to the campfire site. It would pause, not expecting it's prey to saunter right into it's maw, but then jumped back a slight bit and snarled loudly at the oni, its snout contorting into a sort of twisted grin as it sized you up and down. Momentarily, it would stop for a second, wondering what to do, and would unleash a Chilling Breath directly onto Kalisha, a means to provoke the oni to attack so it could try and counter.*\n``` Chilling Breath used. 70/100 mana remaining ```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Woah-kay big-ass ice wolf. Yay.\nIt wasn't really anything 'personal' - between herself and this wolf in particular - but this thing reminded her of that other one that distracted her and got the Elders killed... Which made her wrathful already.\nKalisha quickly steps and moves aside to avoid the chilling breath, and musters up her magic to empower herself with War. For the next 5 Turns, she has an additional 3 strength and constitution... Probably enough to rip this fucker in half without breaking a sweat. Her muscle mass also increases and she grows a bit taller. This worked in the last quest when holding off wolves, as animals respect and revere size and larger animals, so War has a byproduct of animal intimidation.\nBut she doesn't actually attack it yet. Instead, Kalisha continues to walk sideways, to move around it and try to get closer and closer to the campsite. That's her main objective, otherwise she will die out here, and if she attacks the wolf with her Kanabo, Raze will end, which means Kalisha won't have any light or warmth, which will doom her to freeze or get mauled... Well, more the former - Oni eyes would let her see in the dark anyway.*\n\n`Mana: 100 74\nWar: Countdown starts next Turn (5)`" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The wolf, eyeing the oni's sudden growth in size, would also begin to slowly circle Kalisha as she walked sideways towards the direction of the campfire. Unfortunately, Kalisha's growth in height caused her only to be a few feet taller than the wolf itself; not enough to intimidate the wolf in the slightest. Instead, it would stare at you, fangs bared, and growl even louder, the occasional bark escaping it's snout as bits of phlegm and spit shot out of it's mouth, settling down on the snowy ground below. It understood that it's freezing breath didn't work as intended, so instead, it paused for a moment before making a full on sprint towards Kalisha, attempting to pounce upon her once it got close enough.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha watches the wolf as it rushes towards her, and lowers her stance in preparation. She waits until it gets in close, then steps forward with her arms out to grab it.\nIf Kalisha manages to grab the wolf, he would wrap her arms around it and squeeze it against her chest to crush it partially, trying to work the body so she can break its spine with a backbreaker drop. Because of this thing's size, Kalisha thinks she needs to weaken its body such as by breaking some ribs so she can snap the spine in a shoulder-drop to kill it.\nWith a heavy squeeze, Kalisha squashes the lungs and internal organs and forces the air out of it. Doing this may break ribs, and additionally make it impossible for the wolf to use chilling breath. If it manages to flail enough though it may force Kalisha to drop it... But if it doesn't, it's going down hard.\nOn the other hand if the wolf dodges entirely, Kalisha's head would follow and she'd return to an upright stance with her Kanabo in front of her as she turns to keep her front facing the wolf. No way she's letting it blindside her.*\n`War: 5 Turns Remaining`" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The wolf would skirmish swiftly towards Kalisha, now in a proper defensive position. Unimpeded as it ran towards the Oni, who was still in her enlarged state, it would charge another chilling breath towards Kalisha's center as it rammed it's entire body weight straight into Kalisha's abdomen, along with the full extent of it's chilling breath attack. The impact would cause a large bruise to form where the wolf's head had impacted your body, and the frost from the breath would cause the frontal part of your armor to become covered in ice. Your reaction time and movement speed would also be slowed due to the attack. (0.2 GS, 6MPH) Because of her size and strength, Kalisha would not be knocked down completely to the ground; instead, her defensive stance would become unbalanced and interrupted due to the sheer force of the wolf's reckless tackle. However, because of the obvious thoughtlessness that went into this manner of attack, the wolf would be left extremely vulnerable to follow up attacks shortly after, and a grab would be a great counter.*\n```Chilling Breath used. 40/100 mana remaining ```" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Though she doesn't manage to grab and interrupt it before it hits, Kalisha does get her hands on the wolf after it slams into her body. Damn winded her a bit. If not for War giving her extra bulk and constitution, __and__ for Impervious (Perk) slightly reducing the pain she suffers, Kalisha would probably not have been able to poise and punish.\nNow having already grabbed the wolf and squashed it as listed in the previous post, Kalisha would be able to proceed with her grapple...\nNow after having squashed the wolf and crushed a few ribs, Kalisha grabs the wolf by the front of the neck with both hands, and starts lifting it up while choking it. Wrath in her eyes, no mercy at all... She doesn't care whether she tortured the animal or not, so long as she killed it.\nEven for a Red Oni, Kalisha doesn't lose herself to rage so often - screaming and using War and stuff don't even come close to 'losing it'. In fact the closest she came in an RP scene so far was using the alpha wolf in the mushrooms quest as a club after snapping its spine, and even that isn't really losing it so much as improvising.\nBut seeing this beast, one of the components to make the hybrid that alpha'd the pack that killed Henry and Laura... That pissed Kalisha off. Its mere presence. And she wouldn't stop choking the beast until it dies in her hands... Or manages to stun her and break out.\nWith her hands around its neck the wolf can't bite, and being choked makes it unable to use its breath abilities. It could kick around though, and at least attempt to knock Kalisha's armoured head. If it doesn't manage to break out, then she'd choke it to death. 10 Strength? Won't be pretty.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As Kalisha's grip slowly began squeezing in, tightening to monstrous levels, the wolf would begin to open it's mouth to try and howl; but because it's throat was being strangled at the moment, all that came out were multiple masses of slobber, bits of flesh, and spit, as well as what sounded like a dying sputter of some forlorn animal. It writhed and thrashed within Kalisha's grasp, violently jerking its body up and down, back and forth, until finally it smashed the back of it's head into the oni's face, with a great amount of force. Because of her armor, the wound would only stop at a broken nose; nothing more serious than that. Though, it would take this chance, and fall out of her grasp, rolling onto the floor in a less-than-graceful manner, landing a few feet away to snarl and glare at Kalisha, who was still standing tall in her armor. The wolf would begin to start a hacking cough facing the floor, but would turn back to Kalisha once it had finished. Pausing for a moment, still glaring at her with eyes filled with hatred, it would try and recover for now, wary of the what the oni would do next.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha did drop the wolf as it hit her in the face, and though she was wearing armour it did manage to stun her. She reaches up to the 'nose area' of her helm mask, as if that would make a difference to the broken nose pain, and then turn back to the wolf. She picks up her Kanabo and holds the burning weapon over her shoulder, then strafing to the side to get more closer to the direction of the campsite.\nNot like it understands her, but Kalisha at least spoke;* \"Find some other prey before you get killed,\" *She warns. The wolf is lucky that Kalisha got stunned and dropped it, otherwise it'd have been choked to death and probably crushed into something unrecognisable.\nKalisha continues strafing to the side and moving to get toward the campsite. She remains ready in case the wolf attacks.*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The wolf would pause for a moment, it's icy blue eyes gazing back into Kalisha's as it seemed to understand what she had said. To be frank, it knew it was at a disadvantaged state; it being nearly choked to death and whatnot. Growling lowly, it would let Kalisha pass, but once she got far enough away so that the wolf didn't see her, the beast would howl into the night, causing a pair of two wolves to have their ears perked up. Unlike the last howl, which had a warlike tone with a bloodthirsty feeling to it, this howl was more of a call to arms than a warcry. From the depths of the forest in which Kalisha was heading towards, two wolves of a bit smaller size would emerge, bowing low before the larger one. They would begin to walk towards the direction Kalisha was walking in, making sure to keep their coats and figures hidden by the snow and the woods.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha keeps facing that direction for a while as she moves away, before turning around and hoofing it. She keeps listening for it on her way to the campsite, hopefully being able to get there where it's warm where she can safely use Ire without freezing to death. And there's light too.\nThat howl... Didn't sound good. Definitely not a hostile howl so much as a 'fang gang' howl. Kalisha tries to hurry up and get to the camp fast before she gets mobbed.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Kalisha would be able to reach the camp in time, though the campfire she would find solace in would have died down majorly within the past couple of minutes. Because of the lack of warmth, she would find that her senses and her body would become slightly sluggish due to the cold, the temperature of the night finally striking a point in her that woud cause her to slow down. Her General Speed would decrease by 0.2, and her running speed would decrease by 3 mph until she could find a source of more heat. The wolves, on the other hand, would continue to stalk her trail, occasionally kicking around the snow as they scampered over to try and hog the scent trail that you left while running; it was faint, but with the wolves' unparalelled sense of smell, they were able to track you down to the campfire site. Though, they were still a good ways off. About a turns' distance, in fact. The pack would conserve their energy, walking briskly through the woods as they followed the path you made.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Even the burning club wasn't keeping her warm enough to go full-on. Lucky she isn't too far from the campsite. Kalisha keeps going the fastest she can run, keeps listening behind her, and doesn't look back unless she hears them right behind her.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Making it back to the campfire sight, Kalisha would find that the bodies would remained untouched and undisturbed where she had found them originally, but their bodies, due to also being exposed to the cold, were slowly being frozen from the inside out, and a good deal of frost was starting to build on their skin. It was because the of the dying fire that they had ended up in this state; a lack of heat and warmth, causing the bodies to start to become human icicles. It was kind of sad, really. A proper burial would be needed to remove the disrespect the bodies would have sustained by being left to freeze out in the cold, but such a burial probably wouldn't be possible in this kind of weather.\nThe wolves, nevertheless, would continue to stalk her tracks, picking up their pace from earlier. They now approached the campsite, all turning towards Kalisha, eyes thirsting for flesh, mouths snarling and slobbering at the lips. They were hungry, ravenous, brutal predators. Occasionally, they snapped at the air, but those were the actions of the two smaller wolves; the larger one stood regal and tall, looking quite dignified compared to his underlings. He would only stare at you with silent acknowledgement, the only stare of the three that seemed to have a sort of sanity in it. From your battle earlier, one thing was clear; the wolf didn't see you as just prey anymore, more so an opponent to challenge it's might. Though, it wouldn't attack just yet; that would be what one of the two smaller ones would do, suddenly breaking off from the pack and darting towards Kalisha, coming in from her left side. It would kick up snow behind it, almost tripping on one of the frozen bodies, before attempting to leap onto the Oni's shoulder.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha tosses her Kanabo onto the dying fire and risks fighting the wolves unarmed. Grappling should work out, and Slipcoat on her armour prevents them from grabbing her if they try to do that.\nAbandoning Ire is solely for the purpose of relighting the fire so she doesn't freeze to death. Kalisha had hoped it would survive for a bit longer, but it left her no choice.\nShe stands fast and looks around for a wolf to attack, and notices the one incoming from her left. That it actually jumps at her was perfect - Kalisha reaches for the wolf and grabs it out of the air, then uses its momentum to swing it up, over, and down into the ground. Now pinning it, Kalisha takes ahold of its mouth and grips the lower jaw while holding the head to the ground with her other hand. She squeezes on the toothed maw to try and crush the jaw, and pulls it downward the wolf's body in an attempt to rip its only weapon right off of it.\nThis is the last turn that Kalisha is empowered by War - still having 10 Strength, she tries to rip the wolf's mouth off it to render it useless or kill it immediately. The damages are dependent on what this can actually do to a wolf's anatomy; rip it in two, tear it straight open, or just snap off the lower jaw. Whichever way it goes, the wolf isn't gonna be any threat afterwards.\nSuccess or failure, after this happens, War expires and Kalisha returns to normal - standard muscle mass and height, and strength and constitution as well. If she does kill the wolf, Kalisha would stand up and prepare for another to attack... If said other one doesn't try to interrupt her kill.*\n\n`War: Expired`" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Throwing her kanabo at the campfire would prove to be a risky, yet wise decision. The fire would start to sputter, then ultimately roar back up into it's previous state, returning Kalisha's stats to normal. The flame shot into the air, blazing and furious, as Kalisha herself used her remaining dregs of War to attempt to grab the wolf from out of the air.\nThe attempt worked, and she found herself able to swing it around, slamming it's back onto the ground, sending bits of snow flying everywhere. Gripping it's lower jaw and mouth, she would try and crush the wolf's jaw completely, and also attempt to tear off it's maw completely as the wolf itself snarled, struggled, and tried to snap at her face. It writhed its body, jerking it up and down with uncontrollable force, helpless as Kalisha slowly squeezed more forcefully on it's jaw. Eventually, it broke, and with a loud snap, the bone connecting the lower jaw and the upper jaw broke, leaving the lower jaw hanging limp and helpless.\nHowever, the other two wolves wouldn't just stand and watch. As soon as they heard this loud crack, the both of them sprung into action, racing towards Kalisha as her War state diminished. From the right, the smaller wolf attempted not to pounce, but to ram into Kalisha with all of it's force. From the front, the larger wolf from earlier would also try and ram into the oni, though it didn't aim for blunt damage; instead, it aimed by opening it's jaw wide, snapping at Kalisha's left arm with it's mouth.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Not dead, but mostly useless now. Kalisha stands up and looks at the other wolves coming at her, but before she could actually scan for them, she's already rammed in the side by the second backup wolf. Kalisha staggers from the charge and regains her posture, then screams at the wolf in an attempt to scare it off.\nNow alert though, Kalisha notices the ice wolf coming at her, and quickly grapples it as it tries to attack. Using its momentum to let her lift it, Kalisha swings it up in an arc and back down to the ground hard to stun it, and then backs off.\nIf Kalisha has the all-clear, now that the fire is burning bright again, she picks up her Kanabo and holds it at the ready to batter-up some wolves if they try to challenge her further. Though Raze normally expires __on hit__, it's up to GM whether throwing it at the campfire to set it ablaze counts or not, and therefore whether or not the weapon is still burning with its magic or not.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Unfazed by Kalisha's roar, the wolf that she yelled at would roar back, following up quickly with an attack aimed straight for her chest; another ramming attack, if you will. With the larger ice wolf, she would attempt to grapple the wolf with her hands, but seeing that they were equally matched in reactionary speed, the most she would be able to do is hold her arms out in resistance as the wolf barreled straight towards her chest. Because of her armor and weight, she would only be knocked back a few feet, but the force of the impact would cause her to be swept off of her feet, ending up on the ground with seemingly no weapon to help herself back up. The two wolves would begin to circle her as she crawled towards the campfire, picking up her kanabo once more. Because of Raze's nature, the campfire would still be able to maintain it's flame, but its estimated that itd take about 2 turns before it went low again. However, the weapon itself wouldn't be afflicted with the magical fire; rather, it would lie cold and dull against the wintry wind that soon enveloped the area.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha regains her posture and assessed the campfire situation... It may be healthier in the long run to just keep fighting unarmed because of how the flame is (not) working. Besides, she managed to fend off the ice wolf earlier without using her weapon directly... Should be fine.\nShe ultimately decides to put the Kanabo back to keep the flame going, and prepares again for the wolves to attack. Now actually standing a bit closer to the campfire, Kalisha has the bright idea to use it to her advantage and burn them with the fire when she gets the chance. We'll see how magic fire and arctic wolves mix together.\nPreparing for a long fight coming up, she also empowers herself with War again. Muscle mass, height, crimson glow, and extra power. Will definitely help.\nKalisha shifts her stance to be a bit lower and waits for either of the wolves to attempt attacking again.*\n\n`Mana: 94 (8 turns) 68\nWar: Countdown starts next turn (5)`" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Regaining her posture, Kalisha would throw her Kanabo back into the fire to keep the blaze from falling out of control. A wise choice, considering that without the fire, the temperature would have grown to be even colder, which would lead to less-than-ideal fighting conditions for the Oni. The wolf from earlier, the one whose jaw you had snapped, would get up from where it was and would retreat back to whence it had came from, it's mouth burning with pain still from where you had completely broken it's jaw. \nThe other wolves, however, would continue to slowly encircle Kalisha, though the smaller one would be slightly taken aback once you had done your transformation with War, increasing your muscle mass, height, and whatnot. The slight crimson glow-aura that emanated from you during the transformation would resonate with the orange-red fire of the campfire, giving you a truly demonic, and terrifying, demeanor. However, the wolves would continue their spiral towards your position, and on the lead one's signal, which was a loud, commanding bark, both would cast Chilling Breath towards Kalisha, aimed at her torso primarily.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha quickly hops off to the side to avoid the two Chilling Breaths, and goes for the smaller wolf to attack it. She sprints for it straight after her dodge, and dives for the wolf in an attempt to catch it in recovery.\nIf Kalisha manages to catch it, she would do a roll (because of the dive) and lift it up as she returns to her feet, then slam it down into the ground. With a full-body slam to the ground, this throw has the potential to do a whole lot of damage... Assuming it actually gets caught.\nIf it dodges before she grabs it, Kalisha would have been left on the ground for a moment and tries to get up so she isn't vulnerable, but she doesn't have enough time to fight again or fully defend herself from a sudden attack.*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The alpha wolf, pausing it's attack momentarily to quickly step back, would continue it's assault on Kalisha's shoulder, this time attacking directly behind the Oni instead of the 45 degree angle it had attacked from earlier. Because of the sudden change in angle, Kalisha's initial grab attack would completely miss the wolf, but the follow through would impact directly in it's chest as it attempted to snap back at your shoulder. Being sent tumbling across the snow, leaving a large imprint in the ground, the wolf would whimper slightly as a bruise formed in it's midsection area. It would be downed for a second, but would then weakly try and get back onto it's feet.*\n\n*Kalisha would, however, be able to get back on her feet quickly before the wolf, and would dart on over to it's position. Moving forward rapidly, she chose an odd method of attacking; she dropped her entire ass on the poor creature, who's weight and strength simply could not support the sudden application of unforeseen pressure on it's midsection. With her additional muscle mass and weight from the effects of War, and her armor increasing the weight of herself as a whole, she would become extremely heavy as she basically crushed the wolf's midsection. Rib bones snapped, broke, and pierced into the lungs of the wolf, puncturing the left one completely through. A sharp bleeding would be noticeable soon after emanating from the lung area, and the wolf's breathing would soon be heavily impaired as it's breaths become chocked heavy with the ever increasing pool of blood gathering in it's lungs. The initial impact of her ass would, obviously, force the wolf to exhale violently, sending a large bit of blood out through it's mouth as it was forced back to the ground. It struggled with all it's might, but would find that a punctured lung sapped strength severely. Kalisha would still be on top of the wolf when all was done, but it would nonetheless still be alive, though it would also be slowly suffocating from the applied pressure she put on it.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha chuckles evilly as she squashes the wolf under her and watches as it chokes out blood. If there was any other way to kill the alpha without making it suffer, Kalisha would have gone for it, but now with her arm out of commission, there's nothing else she can do so easily.\nShe straightens up a bit to shift her centre of gravity closer to the middle of the wolf for more weight pressure, and reaches down to go for its airway with her fingers. Out like 'claws', she attempts to drive her fingertips into the neck of the wolf, digging in and penetrating the skin, then tear out its throat. With the wolf being stuck against the ground and not having much movement range both by being pinned and suffocated, it's likely to have its neck exposed for the time being enough for Kalisha to finish it off.\nIf it snaps at her before she could do it, then she'd instead punch it in the head to knock it out or stun it, and then try to rip its throat out.\nKalisha doesn't get off the wolf the whole time, with her arm being able to reach it she doesn't need to. She'll only get up if she kills the wolf.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As you reach down towards it's neck to grab it's windpipe, the wolf would continue to sputter out constant choked pools of blood from it's mouth, now covered in the red liquid. It was ironic, really; the hunter had not gotten just a taste of it's prey's blood, but it had also suffered the feeling of having it's own forcefully consumed due to the puncturing in it's lungs. It was breathing especially heavy at this point, seeing that Kalisha's applied pressure towards it's midsection continued to crush it from the outside. It was suffocating, attempting to draw breath from the area to the best of it's ability, but would fail with each attempt.*\n\n*Blood was pooling and collecting within the creature's poor lungs. It even went so far as to bleed through to the diaphragm, and even starting to collect outside the wolf's body, slowly gushing and bleeding beyond it's once pearl white coat. The red would begin to stain it's side, first appearing as a small stain on it's fur, but then would spread like fire throughout it's coat. It corrupted the white with crimson, and would even go as far as to spill into the soft, pure white snow of the surrounding area. Bones would continue to crack under the pressure of Kalisha's applied weight onto it's body, and some bones even began to puncture it's flesh even more, causing far more bleeding inside the wolf's interior. It was slowly turning red from the inside out, which was both an unpleasant sight and an unpleasant smell. Your nose would be filled with nothing but the scent of fresh blood spilling from the wolf's body.\n\nHowever, it turns out that fingertips don't nearly penetrate as far as actual claws do. The most damage Kalisha did with her attempted execution would dig into the wolf's throat, causing it to gurgle and whimper weakly as your fingers penetrated into it's skin. Seeing that leather in itself is a hard material to penetrate with only fingernails alone, you would not be able to reach into it's throat, much less rip out the organ as well. However, at this point it was basically dead; any other trauma to it's head would take it out quickly.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Still felt guilty that there was no other option but suffering to kill it, but what was she gonna do? Certainly not let herself get killed.\nThough she managed to only dig in with her nails, Kalisha didn't even try to continue, instead she decided to at least try and end the wolf's suffering, which may still be painful but not as bad as leaving its lungs to fill with blood.\nKalisha stands up off the ground and moves her heel to the wolf's head to make sure her 'aim' was true, then stomps with her heel. Crushing its skull or killing it with blunt force trauma, she didn't care. Either way it was finally dead.\nKalisha looks around for that last wolf whose mouth she broke. If she doesn't finish it off now it'll starve to death or get killed by any other animal... Unless it's already bled out. Crushing the jaw could have sent sharp bone into the tongue, which does have an active artery, and caused the wolf to start slowly bleeding out. If not, then it looks like it'll be unable to eat and die of starvation in a few weeks.\nHopefully she could find the wolf and finish it off to save it from that fate.*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Standing up from the wolf's body, now eviscerated and stained red with the blood caused by internal bleeding, the wolf would exhale deeply as the massive amount of pressure that was once sitting stagnant and heavy on it's midsection was finally released, but when it breathed out, all that came out were various fluids that were regurgitated and spilt from it's mouth. Blood, saliva, snot; all of the likes were mixed into one predominantly red fluid, spilling out onto the pure white snow as Kalisha trudged on over to where the wolf's head lay. The wolf would look up into her eyes, catching a glimpse of her face, staring at the oni with a look of final pride in it's gaze, before Kalisha brought down the full force of her heel down onto the suffering creature.\n\nThe other wolf, the one that had it's jaw crushed, would have witnessed this entire ordeal from a good ways off. It sat alone, it's jaw hanging, from about 15 feet away. It was bleeding profusely, and was keeping it's consciousness just barely, but nonetheless, it was still alive. It stared at Kalisha once more with that piercing signature gaze, but with an air of recognition rather than resentment. It turned back to the woods, away from the campfire, and sprinted off into the forest once more.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha locks eyes with the wolf while it glares at her. Too bad that it ran off... But ah well. Not gonna risk freezing to death out there just to stop a wild animal from suffering.\nSeems the fight's all over now. Kalisha considers what to do next. No healing abilities so she can't fix her arm up... So she can't fight anymore. She would leave and go back where she came from, but the snowstorm is probably still to intense. With her arm out of commission for the time being, Kalisha won't be able to fight so effectively either, so she has no other option.\nTime to rest. Kalisha goes over to the most intact tent and starts clearing it up a bit so she can rest or go to sleep. She definitely will not risk being caught by 'reinforcements' near the campfire while she waits, but hiding in a tent would be better.\nKalisha heads over to the campfire and picks Ire - the Kanabo - up, and then heads toward the nearest tent, setting it down in front of the entrance so she can keep warm while getting everything out.\nOnce the weather clears up a little bit, Kalisha would collect her weapon again and leave, back to greener pastures and warmer airs.*\n\nCool. Now it's just a few posts to the end of the quest I guess." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Ahem*\n**QUEST COMPLETE!**\n- +2 PP for Kalisha" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Time Skips outta here**" } ]

[ { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "```RESERVED FOR QUEST ```\n\nThe location was a beautiful river, flanked by a green grassy hill and a forest. It seemed that it was a popular spot for fishing! Key word on was. This place was empty, the fish left to fill up the river once again. It would seem that the villagers have stayed in the village for the most part! \n\nSmall animals and critters roamed the hills, while the forest seems to be flourishing once again. In the end, it seems that this place hasn't been touched for at least a month or two. Now, it is the player's turn. How will they arrive to this place? Would they destroy this place too? The village was on it's last limb, starting a desperate defense!" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*Large, heavy steps would normally be expected from such a large creature, but Idrid's steps weren't that loud. His armor would clink in the daylight, providing a sharp contrast to the bright day, being a dark steel gray. A large circular shield hung on his left arm, while he wielded a wicked mace in his right. A long tail trailed behind him, armored. His build was that of a beast, but there was a dangerous intelligence in his eyes.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The contract of oddly paired steps would make way into the ears of the people there. The sight of a man with no sense of armor cladding his body, rather wearing fur that could easily be seen was hand made from whatever kind of game was used. Shirtless, yet standing at a abnormal 6'9\" For a Macen. His dark skin was cladded with even more tribalistic tattoos that angled from his back side, up to around his arms and right back down the front side of his chest. The man seemed like he came from some kinda of human cult, yet the aura that he held was one of something less sinister.\n\nZenoral would slowly place his fingers against his nose to move his hands in a figgity way, clearing up any kind of pollion or dust in his nose. So that he could soon smell his surroundings with a long inhale from his nose. Picking up Indrids scent was left to discression. But the mans overall goal was to take in the more fresh scene that laid before him. Mother Nature working its magic like always, something that he comes to appreciate since it's somewhat hard to find much tranquility with people alike disturbing the balance. Or that's what he believed at least.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*From the time he departed from Hitoshi to the time he had entered the wilderness once more, Arthur had opened up the letter he had found at the alleyway, knowing beforehand that it was from the Boss once more. The seal, which was a deep, royal blue, had grown familiar with his eye, and he always associated it with the Boss every time he had seen it. When he opened the letter, however, it had a stark contrast compared to the personal-ish letters he had received in the past; in comparison with previous notices, this letter seemed to be written by someone with a knack for professionalism, possibly a new employee that worked for the Boss. He remembered the initials on all of the other letters: \"E.O.\" Whoever this was, they must have grown tired having to write out individual letters for so many people, so it made sense that they would hire someone new to handle the business. The letter had instructed Arthur to meet with his employer at the Dhuw River tomorrow, which would be kind of difficult; he really didn't know where that was. Luckily, while he was on the road, he met a merchant caravan that pointed him in the right direction, and so spending the night wide awake, he made his way over to where his employers specified he should go to begin his job. \n\nIt was a long walk, seeing that he really didn't have anything to pass the time with besides strumming half-heartedly on his lute, eventually putting it back into his backpack, which was still filled with the gold ore from that one job he had to take. He had to sell that soon somewhere; as strong as he was, it definitely would ease the burden a bit to have his backpack weigh about 20 pounds less. The sun was beating down on him, but he was protected due to his cowl shielding his bare skin from the sun, which was setting in the east from what he saw. His sword, Rasmus, was still sheathed within it's scabbard, and it clanked quietly as he walked towards his destination.*\n\n*As he approached a great, flourishing river, his visage was met by a great lizard in heavy armor, accompanied by a fairly tall Macen man. He was surprised at first, but that reaction soon faded as he remembered that he was assigned to many different groups containing different people before; this was no different than other quests he had been on before. Walking to them, he decided to greet himself, seeing that since the boss had asked them out, they could most likely be trusted.*\n\n\"I suppose you two are the other teammates the boss assigned me on this mission. What are your names?\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Indeed. I am Idrid. Yours?\"\n\n*Studying his two companions, he reasoned that they seemed combat ready. He didn't quite understand why the macen was unarmored -and- unarmed, but he had his reasons. The tattoos could mean that he was a magic practitioner, but his build suggested he had melee capabilities as well. The cowled figure he couldn't see well, but seemed to have a large pack full of something, as well as a longsword by his side. He must have been familiar with the employer, judging from his question.*\n\n*He hefted his heavy mace, resting its heavy head on the ground, placing his hand on the back end. The macen was surprisingly taller than he was, though he suspected that there was something else at play. He towered over the cowled figure, about 9 inches taller.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The macen would only change his glance from that of a man enjoying the situation, to one that was somewhat bothered in his basking. Of course, this was bound to happen at some point, so he fixed his look to that of a more serious, yet judgemental look on his face. Seeing the two come around in this area gave him enough information to know that they also must have a note that he had randomly gotten a few days ago? His supision towards the two was a massive given, since he had 0 idea of who or what they were. But it was quickly shoot down the moment the hooded figure spoke. His more dark bloody red eyes now shifting his gaze from the Cladded Armor Man to the hoodlum who had spoken. Just to have him look back at the man in armor. It was interesting to see that they seemed extremely well off or at least seemed friendly towards one another. But this didn't allow for him to drop his guard at all.\n\nFor now, his kept his mouth shut and kept his eyes on the two while they spoke. Accessing the situation more before he did any kind of unnecessary speaking. It was easy to see in his eyes that he was being attentive to the two. But they could see that his gaze changed once he picked up something. Shifting and even walking towards the Lizard Man that he was a bit taller then, he sniffed towards his direction, before pinching and softly moving his hands up to pull his nose along with that to clear up dust. To then give off another, more clear wift. Strange, but he backed off after he picked up the lizard-like reptilian musk.*\n\n`\"....Odd... So I wasn't the only one to get this weird note...\"`" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Yeah, they've been appearing for a good while now. I got my first job about... Four months ago? Around that time, yeah. Since then I've just been taking on similar jobs like this one. They pay well, and give me a good chance to stretch my arms and senses from time to time. It's boring to just laze around and do nothing for weeks upon end, if you catch my drift.\"\n\n*His eyes shifted over from the tall macen to the reptile once more. The reptile, Idrid, looked to be plenty powerful compared to the other one of his companions, the macen. If you were to ask him about what he had thought of them, he would have said that he wished he had a team that looked a bit more... Classy? Than what he was presented with. They didn't really look to experienced either, and the macen didn't sound like he was well-versed with this kind of thing, judging by his proclamation of the note. He sighed quietly to himself, wishing that he had teammates that were, or at least looked, experienced within this trade. Even Nox, as much as he hated to admit it, was an asset to him; these people, to put it plainly, really didn't look the type.*\n\n*The lizard towered over Arthur, casting a shadow onto the kitsune. Was this reptile trying ot start something? Did it think low of him? If so, then he would be glad to show the lizard how outclassed he was; Arthur hated being looked down upon as if he were inferior. The contrary, though, he didn't mind to a certain extent, ironically. The sound of the mace hitting the floor caused Arthur to snap to attention, instantly taking in his surroundings even more as he himself grew even more attentive to the environment around him. It seemed like this place was safe, but then again, he must be prepared for anything; worse case scenario, one of the people in the group fucks him over, causing him to be captured, sent to prison, blah, blah, blah.*\n\n*Speaking of his group, what was the deal with that macen? Arthur noticed him shoot a glance towards his own figure, causing his hand to slightly shift towards his sword. Those dark red eyes really didn't intimidate him, but rather, they made him slightly wary. From what he's seen, people with eyes like that usually can't be trusted. The reptile seemed dull and headstrong enough; a classic example of a meathead. The macen, though? Arthur could tell there was something off about him. It was probably in his best interests to keep an eye out on that guy, more so than the lizard.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "`\"...I see. It is ones duty as a hunter to never waver in their capabilities. It seems so that some others other than myself would agree to this...\"`\n\n*While the macen seemed to give out a complement. It sure as hell didn't sound like one. The way his spoke, the tone in his voice. It was a bit condecending in a sense. Matched with his more seriously carefree expression on his face, the man almost seemed like an asshole by just standing there. Of course, this in reality was far from it. Since in his tribe its accustom to speak in a manner like this to those that you are cautious for in more then one reasons. The Macens intent was to figure out on what else this letter would lead him into, why? Because he simply sees the note as some sort of binding hold of fate. As if it was his destiny to set off towards whatever this letter had lead him into. Maybe it would allow for him to actually hunt for bigger game? His horizon on this fact seemed to be his drive.\n\nThough, he soon placed his hands on his hips. The sun that was beating at his skin didn't seem to effect him all that much, as if he was used to this sorta thing. His attention would move towards the Lizardmen that held his mace more like a cane. The look in his eye holding a tint, if not a sliver of bloodlust. Of course, this would subside almost instantly. Though it was a bit of acknowledgement that the Lizard was something that peaked his interest.*\n\n`\"...Speaking of, just call me Zenoral. It's my birth name, but not my true name. As for you, hooded man?...\"`" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"So you have experience. This is merely my second. You must be good if the boss relys on you that much.\"\n\n*Idrid starts to study the still unnamed man. The reason for wearing a hood may vary, but he seems to have extremely pale skin, even more than normal. He was probably a vampire, meaning that he was probably very strong physically. He wasn't walking without the hood, so probably wasn't an ebony one, and wasn't savage either, so probably not crimson. He didn't seem like a dusk vampire as he probably would have been much stealthier, and his paleness led him to believe he was a vampire of the Ivory Strain, known for intelligence. He seemed a bit fair-faced as well, but he had too little information to determine what race he was. Definitely not an elf though.*\n\n\"So, vampire, what is your name? I don't wish to address you by that.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur paused for a moment. How did the lizard know that he was a vampire? Was it the fact that he wore a hood? People wore cloaks and cowls all the time though, so that really couldn't be it, right? Was it his skin? His eyes? The last time he had checked on his own body, he really didn't seem* **THAT** *Pale, unless that was him trying convince himself that he was perfectly fine, skin-tone wise. He ignored what the macen had told the both of them, since his connotation behind what he said came across as condescending and rude. If he were trying to compliment them, it certainly didn't seem like it. Also, what was with his name? Zenoral? How odd... He really hadn't heard of a name like that from anywhere. It was sort of exotic, in an odd sense, but held a slight bit of power within it. Other than that, though, there really didn't seem to be anyhing that outstanding about the macen's general demeanor, so Arthur chose to purposefully tune out his voice, again, ignoring the macen.*\n\n*Though, Idrid seemed to be curious about his name as well. Seeing that he was relatively wanted, Arthur didn't necessarily feel like giving out his name to people he had just met, with the exception of Zed. Supposedly, Zed was Hitoshi's friend, so he could be trusted... Is what he had thought. With these two, however, he didn't completely trust either of them yet. One of them, at least, is wary and calculating; the other figured out his secret almost instantly. Arthur really didn't like that idea, so he decided to go under an alias of sorts for this mission, conjuring one up in his mind all too suddenly.*\n\n\"The name's Ar... Toria. Artoria Sendrul. Good to meet you, Zenoral. Idrid.\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"And to you, Artoria.\"\n\n*Now, if only he knew what race Artoria was. It's obvious that it wasn't his real name, but since he wasn't comfortable with his real one, that was fine. His shock was also apparent at Idrid's inference. Seems like he didn't expect such careful observation from a beastkin. Not that he cared. Zenoral seemed a bit odd. Probably wasn't a native speaker. He can't get anything from him though.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "`that feel when Arthur missed out on calling himself Knight Artorias`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Zenoral only blinked at the exchange between the two. He could easily tell from the boys speech patterns that the name was a fake. Even so he didn't pick at the boy on his real name due to the fact that everyone would have their reasons to do such. Keeping his hands on his hips. He only awaited what was to come.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "There was silence after they have stopped talking. Some... Unnatural silence at least. Nothing has changed honestly. Animals still skittled around the place, the wind dancing around their fur. Nothing out of the ordinary. But something felt really off... Was it the serene silence... Or was it just the new group of people? No one would know, as the silence was disrupted by a sudden fwoomph, a hooded person jumping down from a tree. How long have they been there? \n\nRed eyes shined from under that hood, reflecting what little light reached it. Pretty eyes. Looks very nice! Something like rubies under the sun. But that was all they could see. They also wore a sort of face wrap, only allowing their eyes to be revealed. They were armed too! They had a saber, which resembled a mamluk saber. Quite an attractice device! Brass hilt... Nice ivory handle. \n\nBut anyways, enough exposition! The person took out a roll of paper, holding off from opening it until... They finished talking. They took off their mask, a fair and quite beautiful woman was hidden under that. But for all they know, this could be just some random actor! \n\n\"Hello you all. It seemed that you were all done making yourself acquainted with each other yes? I'll make it simple. You have 3 targets. You don't need to know who they are, just bring them to us. Dead will get you 300s and alive would bring you 600 silver\"\n\nShe said, opening up the paper roll. It had the faces of their targets. An old man... He had a beard... Meanwhile, their two other targets were younger adults. One of them looked just over 19, while the other was probably around their mid 20s. After showing it to the group, she handed it to Arthur. She was sure that this was the person that has done it numerous times.\n\nThey better not disappoint the boss. Assuming how hard it was to detect her... You would be pretty damn sure she eas watching their every step... How else was she able to get these letters to the?" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Any information we should know about them? Competent mages, warriors, archers?\"\n\n*He doesn't say anything about the sneaky woman. Best not to show weakness. He readies his mace, hefting it on his shoulder.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "\"It would seems that the town has taken a full division of the local Militia. They aren't mercenaries, rather real soldiers. From my reconnaissance, they have a few mages, footguards, and archers. Numbers will not be exact\"\n\nShe said, leaning on one leg, rather alluringly. But of course, she only really does this because men will be men. She reckons that boys tend to fight better when a super attractive woman was watching them. Something to do with ego and stuff.\n\nBut the information she was giving them was... Quite bad. Soldiers? She did say a local Militia... But those were trained soldiers. This was bad. All bets were in. It's a final defense. \n\n\"I don't see a good way to enter sneakily, as it is so well fortified and guarded. The best way would be to break through, find the targets, and get out\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "`\"So you want us to break in, kill whoever we see while also extracting the people you need? That sounds more then simple enough.\"`\n\n*Did she hear him right? Soldiers were more then troublesome when it came to work like this, but even so he didn't seem to show much care. Rather, he seemed more interested by the way they could do a mission like this. Sneaking was out of the door already, but will they expect an assault made up of a small squad? Zenoral softly smiled at the thought of having to hunt Macens. He's done this before quite a few times. But the feeling of turmoil that comes with hunting them really did seem to stick with the Oni.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Got any information on how elite the soldiers are? Even soldiers can be judged by their combative prowess. How good is this one? And do we know how good our targets are at defending themselves?\"\n\n*Arthur wasn't too sure he could be this reliant on the woman's information. All his other employers thus far would have given the group information on layout of the village, the exact and accurate gauge and judgement of their combat abilities, etc. An entire militia? What was an entire ass militia doing in a small town like this? Could they really take on that many soldiers? He's taken out quite a few already, what with the prison break, but with a team such as this, he doubted he could pull it off. However, he was much stronger this time, so his anxiousness and confidence balanced eachother out.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "\"Well, the entire division seem to be around the same level. They aren't strong one on one, but they are quite... How would I phrase this. Terrifying as a group. They are armed quite well for a militia. Shields, spears, bows, armour, and all. The targets on the other hand, aren't able to protect themselves. If they try to fight, break their arms. I'm sure you'll be able to find them. They should be cowering in one of the farm houses\"\n\nShe said, stepping her way back into the forest. It seems that there is no more information to hand the group. This is of course, the same village that has been attacked multiple times! \n\nBut they should be anxious, even this lady didn't know what kind of stuff these soldiers are capable of. If anything, they might be the best militia of Salvainia! But one can only speculate. She turned back to the group, saying one last thing.\n\n\"Oh and, don't get caught.\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Caught as in bound and chained, or caught as in seen? Those are two very different things.\"\n\n*Idrid's ready for the encounter. What are soldiers going to do? Stab him? Archers and crossbows may be a problem, but the vampire was most likely quick enough to take care of them, as well as the unarmored man.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "\"I'm pretty sure you can infer what I mean. You aren't hiding. They are expecting an attack any moment now~\"\n\nShe said, receding into the forest. Damn woman. She was acting so mysterious. Was she trying to get them killed? No she wasn't. There just wasn't much she could say. The security is extremely tight!" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Very well. Let's go. Attack at night when they're tired. It'll also be safer for Artoria.\"\n\n*Hm. Tight security. Nothing they can't handle. Shields would be futile, lines will be broken. Their combined powers should easily take care of these people.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The absence of reliable information the woman gave was a bit suspicious. Again, comparing her actions to previous employers of missions and jobs past, this particular person seemed rather uninformative and... Shady. Don't get caught? That was a given, but the connotation and hidden meaning behind those words suggested that this job would be plenty dangerous to the questing party. These three targets, the old man with a beard, and two younger adults, were most likely high ranking officials, like Cornelius. Holding the paper roll, now with the absence of the secretary, he thought about what their next course of action should be before going in. There was still light out, and apparently the guards were prepared for any sort of assault. As common knowledge obviously dictated, vampires fight better in the dark, not the light. It would be a good decision to burst through the doors for a surprise ambush once night fell, rather than attack when their fatigue was low during the day, along with the risk of burning due to sunlight. There was also the matter that their targets weren't the guards themselves; rather, there were the three that were protected by the guards. If it were any other sort of job, it would be great to skip the militia as a whole to kill the targets first, but with how heavily this place was protected, a miracle like that would most likely not grace their paths.*\n\n*He heard Idrid speak about attacking at night as well. This lizard... Was he smarter than Arthur first thought? Or was just attacking at night the most obvious thing to do? Either way, he did agree with this course of action. When the night came, he could go all out in fulfilling his job, something he wasn't able to do for the longest time. It had been weeks now since he had a proper fight, and frankly, his body was growing dull and bored as time passed without any action. Thank the gods that the Boss had finally come out of his long Hiatus; who knows what Arthur would have done without literally anything to do? \n\nHe thought for a moment, trying to gauge the skill of the militia from the woman's words. True, they needed to treat these soldiers like they were the emperor's guard themselves. That was just the obvious and most safe option. There would also be the matter of who to target first when the horde finally was unleashed upon them. The best course of action, in Arthur's opinion, was to start with the backline support, which would probably be made up of archers, mages, and possibly healers. The last part was unlikely, however; healers don't thrive on the battlefield at all. \n\nHe finally turned towards Idrid and Zenoral, his hand coming to his chin in a sort of 'thinking' gesture. He still kept his cloak on, but when they entered the complex, it would most likely be an entirely new ordeal; his goal for taking the Boss's missions, besides trying to find out his motives, was to make sure that New Sunlight became aware of his existence, and to become one of the largest thorns in their sides when the day was over. Rolling the scroll back up, he opened his mouth to speak to his group.*\n\n\"I agree. Attacking at night would give us the advantage, most importantly for me. Vampires don't thrive well in the daylight, after all. I'd say we wait until the sun goes down, then try and look around the village's perimeter for an entrance before we actually barge in.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"So, Artoria, how do you think we should engage? It's unlikely that we sneak by them, seeing how large two of us are. I can charge in and set up the battlefield for the two of you to finish off the rest quickly.\"\n\n*Damn. It would really help if Idrid knew their powers. Guess they would have to improvise. He would charge in and use some icy magic to hold them in place, so even if he was somehow incapacitated, the others could clean house.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"I can see quite a good distance from here, Idrid. From the looks of it, a good amount has some shields, and they're all wearing a good deal of heavy armor on them. Can't really see much more than that, but judging from the sillhouettes of their weapons, looks like they're using shields and whatnot. Though, their movement is most likely going to be heavily restricted due to that armor, so we could probably set up a diversion somewhere inside. I can try and use my fire magic to set something off inside the village, and set a mobility trap there as well. Sound like an idea? If you have any suggestions, go ahead and give me some.\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"I can set you up if you have a spell that can wipe out a large area. It'll be around 10 feet in radius. You're most likely faster than I am, but I can distract them so they don't target you first. Zenoral can do what he does. We should wipe out one of the small squads first, then charge in and do what you said.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"If we try and take on one of the small squads, the bigger ones are sure to follow. I'm not sure if that's the best course of action to take, but I agree with the fact that Zenoral should support us if we were to attack one side head on. Taking on one group will cause more to show up, and there's not really a way out of that, or so I think. If I can set a building on fire, we can hide out near that fire, while I set a mobility trap where they're most likely to go. Or, i set a building on fire, drawing them closer to our vicinity as you do your spell. Either way works. What do you want to do?\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*Idrid thinks for a bit. Artoria's right. They may get surrounded if that happens.*\n\n\"Perhaps fight just enough to disrupt them, then you can set a building on fire. My spell is more to hold them in place, so you and Zenoral can take them out. So, we charge, you light a building on fire, I'll keep them in place, then you and Zenoral can take them out.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Zenoral would softly hang from one of the more well endowed branches to slip down and land on his feet. With the angle he was at, he was lucky that the tree itself provided a sense of cover for that singular branch. But that wasn't his point for simply coming down. His eyes would slowly stare forward towards the compound while they spoke about the heavy units. His face softly turned to a more dissatisfied one while he heard them, showcasing his more so scornfullness by crossing his arms while he had himself against the side of the tree.\n\nIt was clear that he could possibly easily overpower one of them. So maybe a blitz with the two doing what they do best while he exploited this and came from behind. Since they were using heavy armor, he was surely faster, if not also capable of creating opening. He was at a clear advantage, along with the night to\n shield himself a bit.*\n\n`\"....I say we give them a welcome present. Create destruction from inside the walls to dismay them and have them wary for us. Let them slowly settle in to what's happening. From the chaos and confusion, me and Artoria can take out their longer range units by looping around and moving from behind there to get to them. Afterwards, regroup and rip the rest into shreds. The faster we kill, the better the outcome. That's my pitch.\"`" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"I doubt that they'll accept any gifts. These guys seem to be trained, so it's doubtful that they'll accept anything from us. They won't trust us, since they probably know that the boss is after them. Getting inside would be nice, but we'll have to break the outer shell to do that. This we can do easily, I'll be able to make myself a much more apparent threat. You guys quickly break through, light some stuff on fire, cause chaos.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"I think you two are misunderstanding what I'm trying to propose,\" *Arthur began, trying to be as patient as he could with the two. Zenoral's plan was more suited to what he had in mind, but it was still a good ways off from what he had imagined in his mind. Idrid's plan, which was to charge straight into the village, would likely cause our downfall.* \"You're essentially suggesting we just barge in there like fools. It would be much better if we were to attempt to sneak into the village while the guard's are patrolling. Their movement patterns suggest that they sweep the area from one direction to another, in a sort of clockwise motion, and then switching back into a counterclockwise direction once they reach the end of their path. I think if we were to quickly sneak past while they'd be about 3/4ths of the way to the end of a certain direction, we could slip in without anyone noticing. Timing is crucial, though, and I still have to verify if theyre actually moving in this pattern.\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Well. It will be difficult for us two to sneak in, though it may be possible. If so, you can do what you suggested. If it goes wrong though, we must strike quickly. I will set up the battleground to keep the enemy in place, and you two can pick off easy prey.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"You? You mean I'm probably going to have to go alone in this endeavor?\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"No, we'll go with you, but we're more likely to be caught than you are.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "`\"You both are some damn fools. Taking on the outer shell will only make the inner roll out for support. We will die the moment we do this, since we'll be surrounded. From how the Vampire looks, he looks capable of moving fast. What I was suggesting is to make the chaos beforehand and slip in. Take out the rangers that could cause us trouble and them smash the rest of them like the incests they are. None of us could sneak in beforehand since they'll be ready. And even if we initiate a attack beforehand and let the vampire go. They'll more then likely keep some troops inside. This plan allows for us to not only cause a commotion, put them in dismay no matter how trained they are. And from there we can pick off their supports and only deal with the soldiers our self. It's better then the suicide plan you're making Lizard Face.\"`\n\n*Zenoral seemed somewhat serious when it came to planning ahead. Creating dismay within their community and leaving them guessing before they have their throats torn out was a simple smash and grab. Of course there were more smother plans that could've been thought out. But the Macen seemed content on this.*\n\n`\"For this to even work. Does anyone have any kind of destructive tool or magic. If so how much or how many can you use.\"`" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"I will choose to ignore that insult for the job's sake. I am able to freeze the battlefield, which will hold the soldiers in place. I do not know what magics Artoria is capable of. If you tell us, it will be helpful. However, how do you plan to cause the chaos before hand?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Zenoral would softly grin. His smirk slowly turning a bit more sinister while his eyes would shift in color. Before they were a complete deep development of a dark crimson winish color. But the color would seem to be sapped from them as they changed to a pure pearlescent white. The skin that the man held would slowly chip away like ash soon enough, exposing pale skin that seemed to complement the dark tattoos. Their depth in color seeming to change into a more voidish purity of black. His hair would slowly shift in a more longer strand of white to mimic the same color as his eyes, the length would continue until it reached his waist. Those horns of his now actually extending from his forehead to grow more prominent. It was clear that he was a Oni, more or less a Pale Oni. While this transformation continued to shift, his words would change along with his vocal cords to have his voice shift from a more brutish tone to a more elegant one. That of stodic and more reserved words to say the least.*\n\n`\"...That's simple... If the vampire has any kind of skill that can fire directly into the town itself, then we'll have him move towards one of the sides of the town and cast it. From there me and you will approach the gate while they are focused on that and kill the two.\n\nDuring this the vampire will slowly sneak in and slaughter their long range support. And while he handles that we'll kill the others, and if they bring us trouble, then the vampire can aid us after he's done. How does that sound?\"`" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"You know, Zenoral, if we weren't reliant on each other for this mission, I'd have kicked you to the curb for your insolence and arrogance. A damn fool, huh? This 'damn fool's probably gone through so many more scenarios and jobs than you could ever hope to dream of, and this 'damn fool' came out alive after each one. There were countless sieges I had to do which were much, MUCH more dangerous than this one, so don't even act like you know what you're talking about. While you guys go screw around at the front, or wherever you're going to go, I'm going to sneak into the village and cause a fire on one of the more flammable buildings; maybe I'll just set the entire damn place aflame. Either way, you guys go twiddle your thumbs while you're fighting the guards. I'm going to find a way in.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "`\"You wish for respect since you seem more competent in this kind of job? If this wasn't a mission. You're head would be served on a damn plate for your foolishness. Do what you will, but I will do this with or without you little dog.\"`\n\n*He showed more of his arrogance through the more reserved sense of words he spoke. It was clear that he didn't like the attitude the vampire gave. Though, this didn't shed away from the fact that now he'll have to do something else. Since out of the plans there. One was unpredictable, one was suicidal, and while Zenoral liked his plan, it was risky due to the fact that they lack teamwork and competences around it. It was clear that this misclick was going to probably do one of them in.*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"You do that. I'll try to find a way in as well, and if I'm not, I'll be able to hold them off for you to set fire. Pale Oni, you better do your part, lest I crush your skull. Let's go, the faster we do this, the better. Artoria leads.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "`\"...You both are drivel. Be concerned about doing your part. I'll at least make this somewhat easier.\"`\n\n*And with that, Zenoral would move away from the tree he was at to slowly move out from the treeline. Teamwork was out of the window. And he had no intentions on letting the others get some kind of last laugh. It was clear that they needed to do something. So the Pale Oni continued to walk towards the entrance of the area. The reserved and relaxed stare that was plastered on his face showcasing itself. Instead of immediately engaging the enemy. A distraction was all that was really needed.*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*He was quite annoyed at Zenoral. Rash, headstrong. Not to say that Idrid wasn't, but he was at least willing to work with others. Oh, if Zenoral only knew what power existed in him. He wasn't the only one with a surprise. He waited for Artoria to attempt to sneak, them would follow.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*If Arthur was to be completely honest, Zenoral reminded him way too much of those jackasses who, by some amazing and unknown reason, always thought they were better than anyone else they met. Zenoral was way too cocky for his own good; but perhaps this experience would mellow him down. Silently he hoped that the guards would beat his ass, and when that happened, Arthur wouldn't do anything about it. Rather, he would probably laugh in the distance, leaving Zenoral to try and escape for himself. Who knows, maybe when he was isolated from Idrid, a couple of flaming swords could be sent directly through his heart? If, by chance, Zenoral were to have a dagger pierced straight through his skull, that would be quite unfortunate indeed, but it wouldn't be able to be prevented if he never saw it coming. How ironic it would be if the most cocky and arrogant of them all was to be the one begging and groveling at the enemy's feet for mercy? It would be quite funny indeed; Arthur actually wanted to be the one to send his filthy, disgusting face driving into the floor. Though, he probably couldnt do it now. He'd have to wait for later, when his value deteriorated due to the mission being complete. Maybe then he could treat him the same way he treated Cornelius; how poetic would that be?*\n\n*He then broke away from the tree he stood at, using the fauna and the structures that were presented towards him as cover, as well as the darkness of the midnight. The torches would only illuminate so much before the dark took over the visage of the guards once more. He waited until the guards were, as he predicted, three fourths of the way down a certain side, and since he was supposedly approaching from the west, he attempted to sneak past the guards using the night as cover. Due to his armor's silenced enchantment, he himself shouldn't be making any noise, so this would be a great advantage to him. He wasn't too sure about Idrid, however, so before he made his endeavor to dash through their lines, he gestured Idrid to pause momentarily on the other side of their path. He could come in when he saw fire, so that he wouldn't draw attention to their pair. Hopefully he understood.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "He wasn't stopped, no one was really able to spot him. At this point, he would only have a few minutes to process what to do before the next squad approaches. Apparently, according to Frank, there was a massive wall there. \n\nA west entrance could be seen, being protected by a group of soldiers. The top seems to be scalable from all the arrows stuck in it, assuming he was light enough. If anything, he might just have to bust a hole in the wall! \n\nBasically, you have 2 turns to think about what to do before you are caught by the guards. Good luck! Since he was closer, he could probably spot rotting dead bodies on the floor, maybe even stepping on one of them! A lot of them looked like mercenaries, some having a massive chunk cut out of them from what seems to be a massive pig slicer.\n\nTheir movements could be further masked by the random conversations inside, the clinking of steel, and of course, the occasional horn call to switch out the guards. Switch out the guards? This could be an opening. The entrance was left unguarded for over 2 minutes, but there could be some other guards there waiting for the next group to come in. It was logical to assume that the bulk of the group has left." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur turned back to Idrid, motioning for the reptilian to scurry in over time his position. Contrary to what he had first thought, there indeed was a wall blocking the village, which would pose as a pretty great problem in itself. There are reasons why walls are so popular to defend forts and whatnot - without the proper equipment, they were nearly possible to penetrate. The top, from what he could see, could be climbed due to the arrows stuck in it, but there wasn't really a way to get there. To penetrate a wall's defenses required so many things, most of which were strength, namely which Arthur thought he himself had lacked. There were so many things that could happen from here on out, but the first one that came to mind would be the guards closing in on their position, taking them all out. If they switched shifts every time a horn in the distance sounded off, then there was bound to be a possible armada inside the village waiting for them. It d be a fool's errand to barge in their without any sort of plan, but luckily for Arthur, he already had one in mind.*\n\n*The beastkin reptile, Idrid, looked strong enough to possible create a loud noise that could draw the guards to their position. Beforehand, he could place a mobility trap there; a little spell he had dubbed, \"Hunger of the Pit.\" It could essentially leave the guards slow enough so that they could be easily picked off by Idrid and Arthur, and if more came along to strike them down, Idrid could use the spell he mentioned earlier to control the mob. From then on, it would only be a matter of how many guards there were to take out, and how strong they each were. His spell had a pretty good width and radius, and lasted for a pretty decent time as well. He motioned Idrid to come over with his hand, but with his other, silently cast Hunger of the Pit on the ground where he thought the guards would wander into, which was closer to the front entrance of the village rather than to the back. He made sure to aim it so that it would be rather close, and motioned Idrid to come to the side opposite of where he fired the sphere.*\n```Hunger of the Pit cast. Remaining mana: 174/210 ```" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*Quickly noticing Arthur for him to come close, Idrid snuck as quietly as he could, holding his mace close to its head, and softly treading on the earth. He made his way to the other side of the invisible pit. The wall wouldn't be a problem, but the noise breaking it would. He would whisper quietly.*\n\n\"You need me to break this? Or maybe get you over it?\"" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "Nothing to note for the group. If they were to knock on the walls, it would be very obvious that... It was well fortified. Maybe a stone secondary wall... Or at least a very good wooden backing. It wasn't going down for anyone. Maybe they could bring it down if they had a massive object to slam into it. They'd see a light pass from on top. Damn guards. Good thing they didn't look down\n\nMeanwhile, at the entrance that Zenoral was approaching, the guards on the outside prepared a shield wall, their spears pointing forward. They were really on edge. A loud booming vouce yelled from inside. \n\n\"State your business traveller. We are on orders to deny anyone into the village unless given permission to by a local\"\n\nThe man yelled, seemingly coming out of nowhere. From Zenoral's perspective, the man seemed to have appeared from a small shed beside the wall. He was dressed in a gambeson, wearing a full coverage helmet and an Almainn. He carried a long sword, but that wasn't really that important. The most important thing he carried was a horn. At any moment, he could blow the horn and summon just about every guard to their location... Effectively sealing off Arthur, Idrid, and Zenoral from their target." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Zenoral would simply take a moment to stare at the man. The horn in his hand seeming to showcase that if the Oni killed him now, it would only ring the rest to them. Fortunately, Zenoral was a Pale Oni, not some dumb meat head. Given the chance, his demeanor would change with a rather massive smile on his face. Letting out a bellowed laugh before he slowly approached the man. Careful to not get too close, but reasonably close to speak with the man better.*\n\n`\"You really are a life saver, I don't seek entrance at all, but rather the opposite! Would you mind taking a moment to point at a close enough town from here? I have a map in my backpack, unless you want to dig it out yourself? You know how people are these parts. Almost not very trustable. And don't think that I know that it would be an extreme nuisance to just do this out without me helping you in some kind way. So I'll give you two gold coins if you can help me!\"`\n\n*He changed the aura that he had from before. Giving off a more cocky, noble type of demeanor. Spoiled Brat sort of thing. And just to make it so that he had at least some kind of trust. He untied the coin pocket latched on the side of his hip to pull out two golden coins and holding it between his hand. This should be a long enough distraction until those two idiots found a way in.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Idrid walked closely to Arthur, within whispering ear's distance. The crocodile had almost stepped into the well-hidden magical trap, but swerved out of it's way just before his foot hit the floor of where the spell had taken effect. Off in the distance, he could hear the quiet chattering of Zenoral to the town guards; that fool! What the hell was he doing, trying to talk to the guards directly? He was going to get them ALL killed at this point! He hissed under his breath, agitated that the macen had wound them all up in a stupid situation so quickly. Recollecting his thoughts, however, he turned back to Idrid, filling him in on what he needed to do.*\n\n\"I honestly need you to make a loud ass noise involving this wall. Something along the lines of using your mace to hammer into it. If my guess is correct, the guards will be summoned to investigate from both sides, and from there on out, since we can't really afford any room for vulnerabilities, you're going to use your spell to control their movement. From there on out, prepare for a good battle. I saw some guys with horns earlier, and those are most likely going to be used to summon more and more of the guards, which are going to be a huge pain to deal with. When you slam your mace into the wall, back away from it until you're confident you won't be able to be seen; maybe even try blending in with the bodies on the floor. Some look pretty fresh, anyway. I'll back off, waiting for the guards to either walk into the trap, or get hit by your spell.\"\n\n*He paused for a moment, giving a little warning before he proceeded.*\n\n\"I hope you can handle a little bit of fire.\"" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"I'll be fine. Would you like for me to break it as well?\"\n\n*Oh boy. Time to fight. He hefts his mace over his shoulder, holding it similar to a baseball bat. Should he break it? Or does Arthur have a plan?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Go ahead, if you can.\"" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "The guards at the entrance stared at Zenoral. The officer thought for a moment, looking him up and down, before yelling out\n\n\"Why would someone like you be travelling alone. You have a map in yout back. Scram. If you are meeting someone, this isn't the time. Come back in the morning\"\n\nHe growled, not allowing the soldiers to loosen up. He had the bugle in his hands and was prepared to call the precautionary toot-toot after they left. \n\nThere was approximately 1 full turn left before the next patrol came into view. They had to act quickly. They could already hear the splashing of the soldiers' boots as they approached the corner. At least the guards at the gate seemed to be distracted by Zenoral. \n\nBe prepared for just about anything. Who knows, this mission could end here and that would be it... Unless... They could somehow take out the officer with the horn... And the soldiers... Without alerting anyone." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "`\"Wait, man. I'll be honest. I was out to gather some herbs after a long journey from my home. You just gotta point me to the direction of some town man! I'm begging you! My map only has the main locations and some insight of the forest. I have zero idea where the next town is, so can you please just help a person out?Eh? Eh?!?\"`\n\n*Zenoral did something he normally would never do for someone. He dropped on his knees and gave off a sense of both worry and well. The need of assistance. He hoped that this pathetic display of well some common rich fool would play well for these people. For a Oni, it seemed even more pathetic. But he didn't seem to care about that fact. Time was being bought for the time being.*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Then let us create the sound of battle.\"\n\n*And with that, his body starts to glow blue, crackling with lightning. He swings his mace as one would a baseball, slamming it into the wooden wall.*\n```Rite of the Arcane cast, 32 mana spent, 48 mana remaining```" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As Idrid slammed his own mace into the wooden wall, Arthur nodded silently as a small note of approval. The reptile's body somehow started popping and crackling with lightning, and for a moment, Arthur could sense immense strength emanating from the reptile. He hoped that this force would be enough to cause an opening in the wall, in which case he would silently slip in, but for now, he retreated back a bit under the covers of the shadows, prepared to attack any of the guards that wandered into their direction. Silently, he drew his sword, quickly having it shift into it's halberd form. After all, you can't really fight people that outrange you with a sword; that was just stupid. He silently began hoping that the guards would come swarming to the trap, and to Idrid, so that they could easily dispatch of all of them. However, a thought had crossed his mind; what the hell was Zenoral doing? He could hear the man from where he was at the moment, sounding like he was begging for something. A stark contrast to how he had spoken to Arthur and Idrid earlier, which was quite odd. Nevertheless, Arthur backed off away from the wall, halberd in hand, careful not to make a lot of noise as to reveal his own position. Idrid could hopefully take the pressure of being charged at from all directions, and to be honest, he seemed like the type to go head first into battle instead of hiding for the best moment to strike.*\n\nLemme check the sheet" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "This did catch the attention of the guards at the gate, the officer taking a large step back at the loud noise. But of course, before hearing this, he saw well... Blue lightning in his peripheral vision. The horn was blown, signalling well... Something. Something major at least. There was yelling from inside the village ass... You could assume, people were running into their homes to hide. The soldiers at the gate would push back, covering the entrance completely, the rest of them reinforcing the shields in front.\n\nThe smash was strong enough to blast through the wall, fragments of shattered wood and stone flying everywhere. No one seemed to notice the hole yet. It blew straight into a farm building, carcasses of cows and pigs laying on the floor, being crushed or impaled by stone and wood. Gruesome death. And there... Was one of their targets. The old man!\n\nBut of course, they wouldn't go uncontested! The patrol cleared the corner, doing their battle plan! At least... A plan that woulf hopefully deal with the big boy. Arthur was able to see what the Bola man was able to do... The man threw the bolas, which were massive. Definitely enough to bind Idrid's legs together! This would take a lot of energy, but they managed. The other soldiers on the other hand would create a wall to protect themselves and their comrades.\n\nZenoral was able to see inside, civillians running and jumping into buildings to hide. A large amount of soldiers and officers in a similar uniform getting out of their break. Show time! That... And there were some hooded men. S c a r y" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Seeing the man raise his bolas out of his very large peripheral vision, Idrid knew that those were an effective tool against larger, more immobile targets. Smart. Idrid slammed his large shield into the ground, some distance away from his legs to block it best he could. He really didn't see any other option. Hopefully Artoria knew what to do and get the old man. He could last against the soldiers, for a bit anyway. He wondered what Zenoral was doing. Soldiers were probably lined up against him. Serves him right, being all arrogant, and rash as well. At least Idrid was willing to discuss the plan. Stupid, too, no armor, no weapons. It didn't matter if he was an Oni if a spear found it's way into his neck. Hopefully it does. Then he and Artoria could split the gold 2-way, instead of in thirds.*\n```5 mana regained, 53 mana remaining```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Zenoral could see the chaos continue. His tone shifted to a more extremely confused one. Of course the Oni was still acting, but if they were that much of an idiot to break in the wall to try and stealth this, it only made him want to place his face in his palms in shame. Though, the Oni had zero time to waste. Slowly standing upright, he would take off in a full frontal sprint towards whatever heavy vegetation he could find. Where was he going? The opposite direction to where the two went. They'll need support at some point, and the idiot's doing something as reckless as this proved it. \n\nAt this point, his direction was for the other wall on the side. Sticking to the vegetation while he made his move. If he could get the drop on the enemy while the two handled the crowd. Then he could possibly salvage the already fucked situation.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur heard a large slamming as Idrid's mace connected with the wooden wall, scattering countless pieces of the material, as well as some hints of stone, into the now-exposed village. The walls would crumble slightly from where the reptile had hit his blow, sending tiny pebbles of rocks and whatnot pattering down onto the floor, where he could see countless carcasses of cows and other livestock lay spread out, crushed by the stone or gruesomely impaled by the pieces of the wood that had been launched because of Idrid's strike. Along the bodies, he was able to see another odd shape, one that didn't match the beastly corpses that littered the area. No, this one was much more humanoid, but from where Arthur stood, he figured that it was most likely one of their targets; the woman that had overlooked their arrival said the individuals would be lying in some of the farmhouses, after all.*\n\n*However, because of this loud, deafening strike, obviously the guards were going to come flocking to the source. All part of what Arthur had imagined in his mind; this was more or less how he had thought the events would play out. The guards that had turned the corner would emerge, though one of them had aimed a bola straight towards Idrid; perhaps that was what lay inside the bag he had spotted earlier? Anyway, they would advance only slightly before stopping to form a defensive wall as they faced Idrid. He didn't see any other guards turning other corners, so Arthur, gripping his halberd, dashed out of hiding towards the hole Idrid had made, stopping near the entrance. Quickly casting Daggers of Flame with his spare hand, he peered into the village, launching each of the daggers to the flammable objects he could find within the small entrance. When this action was complete, he proceeded to cast Burn Up on himself as well, raising his senses and boosting his speed by a great amount.*\n``` Burn Up and Daggers of Flame cast. Remaining mana: 129/210 ```" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "Well, there was just one minor oversight on Idrid and Arthur's part. The man was already carrying the bolas when they were watching them. He actually took off the bag, chucking it at the group. It was full of a thick, translucent fluid, splashing out of the leather bag... \n\nIt smelled like pig... Pig fat...? Pig grease! Oh no. They were just splashed by pig grease! There was then a red flash, the bola man firing off a fireball. It struck the grease, which would be either on the group or on the ground near them, lighting it aflame. Like a massive flame! \n\nThe bolas would have struck, smacking upon the shield with an insane amount of force. Interesting! But it didn't do the bola job. There wasn't a reason why it should. Flaming pork grease was good enough!\n\nMeanwhile, on Zenoral's side, the guards would not budge, keeping their entrance guarded. But depending on his angle, he might be able to see another group of soldiers clearing from the other corner of the town. The patrol was getting reinforcements" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "Most of the oil would splash into his shield, small amounts now adorning his helmet, glinting bronze and golden in the light. The fireball bursted against his shield setting it ablaze. His own person would be unaffected. Too bad for them. He decided to charge them with the blazing shield, cause why not. Arthur had the first target covered. He starts to charge the group of soldiers, attempting to slam them with the shield, but he grows even larger than he is before.\n\n```Enlarge cast, 35 mana and mana cap spent, 18/45 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Roughly ten meters away from where Arthur had stood, he glanced for a moment as the guards threw a small leather bag at the pair of himself and Idrid. Since they were rather far away, roughly about 10 meters, and the amount that came out didn't really seem to be that much, Arthur watched as most of the substance splashed itself onto Idrid's shield, the metal itself becoming shining and lustrous as it was illuminated by the flame of Arthur's fire. The rest of the substance seemed to splash onto the floor in front of the crocodile, a safe distance away from Arthur himself, and he watched as another object was sent out of the person who first threw the Bola that had impacted Idrid. It was blazing and fiery, so that could only mean one thing; it was a fireball. Setting the ground in front of him in a hot, hellish fire, the oil would be the fuel to the flame that caused a wide area of the ground to be covered in the inferno. A stupid move, if you were to ask the kitsune: The guards had blocked off their entrance into the hole, sealing themselves off from Arthur and Idrid. They could easily infiltrate now, but...*\n\n*Arthur had to watch as Idrid grew to an enormous size, which shocked the vampire for a split moment. He grew to monstrous proportions, and charged the party of guards that remained past the fire. It was quite stupid, if you were to ask Arthur, to barge in head first when they could have just entered the facility right now, but he figured that the fire inside the village that he had started would snuff out their targets soon enough. From what he could see, his flames had set four wooden buildings on fire, and the fire was rapidly spreading amongst the nearby buildings as screams could be heard from various ones. Smoke was rising from the city, and wooden ashes were becoming ever so prominent in his view; it was quite a sight, if he were to be honest. Though, that lingering trauma of his own home burning would cause him to jolt to attention; he wasn't so much afraid as the fire like he was before, and the buildings he was burning bore no resemblance at all in size nor grandeur to his own former complex. Nevertheless, the sight of the burning buildings made the kitsune turn away briefly back to the soldiers Idrid was fighting. Because of his size, he could probably handle the three alone, but Arthur assumed that he also needed to assist the man. That was only to be expected, right?*\n\n*Turning back from the hole in the wall, Arthur raced around the fire to where Idrid was attacking the soldiers. Attacking from an open side, he would use his halberd to swing twice in wide arcs at the guards, hoping to take multiple down with as few swings as possible, with the hammer portion of the weapon. His attacking speed and reactionary time would attest to this action, but just to make sure, Arthur would set his left hand on fire, casting Enveloping Hell once he got close enough to the guards. Hopefully this would be enough to take them all out, but if it wasn't, Arthur was ready to continue his assault when the initial, critical strike was over.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*During this chaotic skirmish. Zenoral found himself around the wall that was cleared due to the fighting that went out on the other side. Slowly tapping his feet forward to place his hands on the stone wall. He took a moment to get a feel of it, the stone seemed something that he couldn't break, but the limestone used to hold the stones together could possibly be cracked. But why would he need to break the wall? Didn't that not work with the others? Zenorals goals weren't that of breaking a hole in the wall, rather he was going to climb over it.\n\nFocusing the special aura that let itself off the Oni's body like steam with a impending pressure. The muscle mass that he had between his arms and legs would seem to tense up, thickening in total durability and having his nails pit stretch themselves to grow at exactly 3 inches. This took time, letting the odd transformation settle around his body before he would attempt to hold his fingers together to shoot his right hand towards the limestone that connected one part of the wall. Hoping that he had enough power to at least break a bit of it and slowly get a handle on where he needed to climb.*\n\n```\nCellular Structure Control casted, 50/75 MP remaining/ soft capped at 50/50.\n```" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "The 5 stood behind to fight against the big boi. They created a wall, the Halberdier holding the back of the outside flank, while the mage held the back of the other flank. While they did this, the mage hastily pulled back, launching another fireball at Idrid! Well... Hopefully it did something. \n\n\n\nArthur's attack would be stopped, a guard coming up at him with a parry, blocking his swipe with the hammer, pushing it up, twisting, and going in for the stab centre mass! But of course, this wouldn't end well for any of them the soldier that made the attack would have been burned before he could even connect. The rest would have also been burned. The rest of the soldiers in the back still continued to fight! \n\nMeanwhile, Zenoral was probably able to climb the wall. He'd drop down behind some person's house. It was obviously occupied, but no one would see it." }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "Fireballs? Laughable. Idrid's now 800 lb body, combined with his heavy armor and massive shield, slams into the shield wall at 38 mph. That's a big ouch. He swings his heavy mace at a soldier's head, which is quite low for him. Hopefully before the massive wave of fire. While turning, he also noticing the flying bag of burn stuff. He turns his shield using the momentum of the swing and successfully blocks most of the flaming material, though some makes it onto his helmet. No problem. The bigger problem is that Artoria's using a massive fire attack right next to him, so he's not sure if he gets burned or not.\n```5 mana regained, 23/45 mana remaining```" } ]

[ { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "Well, the men are dead, practically all of them. If they aren't dead, they will be dead. They were practically being cremated alive, none of the two patrols would remain. They were free to take their first target, which layed stuck under a plank. He was find, but he wasn't... In really good shape. They were free to enter the town! The guards in front of the gate would remain where they are, probably demanding more soldiers to reinforce such a weak spot. Overall, with all the fighting, no one would notice the hole in the wall!" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*Feeling the scorching flame wash over him briefly, Idrid wonders what drove Artoria to use that. To be fair, it was an effective way to take all of the enemies out. Fortunately, he wouldn't be too burned, as his armor protected him from the brunt of the attack. He'll forgive him. This time.*\n\n\"I'll ignore the first time you did that. Try not to do it again. We should go through the hole, they won't expect it. A target's there as well.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur paused for a moment; it seemed that most of the guards that were in the closest vicinity were just... Dead. That was actually quite easier than he thought it would be, and so the blows he had aimed towards the guard that had parried would hit their marks with no resistance. The soldiers, all of them, would be burned from the insides of the armor suits out. Arthur wasn't too sure if there would be enough blood left in the bodies that he could consume for a boost, but he sort of needed it; the flames that had covered his body that formerly boosted his senses to their limits died out at this time, so any sort of enhancement available to Arthur would be incredibly valuable. He remembered the last time he had consumed blood, which was only a little while ago before he went to that one cafe. He had drunken a good amount from the head of a mercenary, and he remembered how unpleasant the feeling of rapidly consuming that much of the crimson fluid was. Nevertheless, afterwards he had felt a good deal stronger, so once again, he needed to rely on his vampiric abilities to trudge through the mission.*\n\n*He turned his halberd over to the bladed side, walking to one of the soldiers that was near the edge of the combustion radius of his spell. This one had looked the least seared out of all of them, but like the rest of the party, he (or she) was dead. He dragged the soldier's body out from the rest a small distance before taking the halberd, and raising it high above his own head. The glint of the blackened blade would be illuminated by the roaring fires of the village in the background, and once the edge had reached high above his head, he brought it down with his full force onto the neck of the soldier's corpse. Surprisingly, a good deal of blood came spilling out, though it was coupled with the scent of burnt organs and ashen flesh. Not taking a moment to daddle, Arthur picked the head up, the blood spilling down onto his once-shining armor. Spattering and splotches of the crimson would mar his suit, but nevertheless, he held the decapitated head of the soldier above his head, having the blood spill into his mouth, sliding down his throat.*\n\n*The taste was still the same as always; it was unpleasant in the way that it was from the body itself, bearing an intense metallic taste as the gushing of blood hit his tongue. It slid down, down into his mouth, but he would not stop here. He would keep the head held near his mouth as it slowly began draining, emptying itself as its contents were poured into Arthur. Something about this feeding, however, was vastly different from the last time he had fed. It was almost endearing, almost tasted exotic, when it should have been repulsive and horrific. The moral sense he had before about drinking blood was still there; the kitsune still felt repulsed as he drank, but it was also almost as if he had grown fond of the taste. Like how a smoker wanted to quit smoking, but couldn't, blood was slowly becoming an addiction to Arthur, whether he realized it or not. The feelings of disgust were slowly fading with the passing second, until at a certain point, he was filled with a second of euphoria. However, once the head was drained, he snapped back to reality, disgusted again at the act he had performed. Though, this time, he instinctively licked his lips where dots of the substance had remained, lapping it up into his mouth without his conscious mind telling him to.*\n\n*He turned to Idrid, seeing that like he predicted, the crocodile seemed to be fine from his attack. The armor had seemingly guarded him from most of the force behind the flames, and so Arthur nodded to Idrid in a somewhat apologetic way before turning back towards the hole which they had originally opened. The fire he had shot out into the village would most likely have caused a good deal of havoc throughout the place, but that wasn't nearly the point of this entire mission. Rather, they had targets to find, and more importantly, targets to kill.*\n\n``` Mana regeneration boosted to 12.5/2 turns. 12.5 mana regenerated. Remaining mana: 86.5/210 ```" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*Walking towards the large entrance he created, Idrid's steps are surprisingly light. The burns aren't too harsh, nothing he can't handle. Looking at the mass destruction he's caused, his mouth expands into a toothy crocodile grin. Corpses of farm animals everywhere, impales by wood and stone alike. The best part was that the target was still alive buried under a plank.*\n\n\"Ah, there you are. Don't worry, we won't kill you. It'll only hurt a little. And then a lot.\"\n\n*With that, Idrid proceeds to break every single one of the man's limbs, stepping on them before using his hands to snap them like twigs. He's not getting away. He flings him over his shoulder lazily, like one would a sack of potatoes.*\n\n\"Let's continue on. We have one target captured already.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Watching Idrid take the man and break his limbs, he was surprised on how the man didn't offer any sort of resistance; nor did he let out any sounds of pain. It was quite odd - was the man truly alive like they thought he was? And it was quite unsightly to watch each individual arm and leg contort into shapes they were never meant to make as the bones broke. Though, could he really say anything? He had done something far worse to another adversary, after all.*\n\n\"Yeah, let's get this over with soon. The fire should be able to flush out the other guys, but just to be sure, let's just go ahead and take a look around. Hope you don't mind a good bit of flames licking your tail.\"\n\n*With this, Arthur turned away from the man, looking deeper into the part of the village they had entered. Most of it was up in flames and burning, but he didn't want to see that; rather, he wanted to find a lead, a path even. Just somewhere to go.*" } ]

[ { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "A path he would find! The entire village was in chaos, the soldiers scrambling late to their posts. At this point, it was too late for them to do anything. The invaders had blended in with the crowd. The soldiers were even more armed! That's good that they slipped in before anything could really happen to them. \n\nIf you listened to cute lady, she said about something about farm houses? Well, bright red, or rust red buildings layed in the distance. Some in the farthest end of the village, while another one was nearer. Better slip in without the boy noticing or you might cause a panikk.\n\nAs with this, best to lay low and take the longest ways. Usually the safest and easiest way to get somewhere unhindered" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Zenoral touched down from the opposing side of the wall to have his eyes on the backside of a home. Prolonging his stay by placing his back on the building, using it as a bit of cover to move his sights on what other buildings were close by. \n\nBy now he could see a bit of the smoke that came from the chaos. Slightly grumbling over the fact that he was partnered with a bunch of direct, yet extremely annoying group of two. This could've been a lot more organized, but even so. He couldn't say much about them due to the fact that they were more then likely capable of fending for eachother. Now, back go the duty at hand. If Zenoral could see some kind of window on either side of the home he was using for cover. He wanted to peer inside to see what was going on. If this wasn't a option, then he would simply look out for the two barn houses that could be close to his vicinity.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would notice an obvious path spanning throughout the village, gaining a glimpse of the chaos that he had caused by setting the entire town aflame. Fire... Such a beautiful, yet destructive thing, wasn't it? The soldiers were running to and fro, trying to reach their posts before anything else, rather than save the citizens ofnthe town that were being burned and buried alive. How incompetent... They'd rather let their own people die to capture some ruffians than save their people and combat the criminals later? Arthur clicked his tongue with distaste. The soldiers were more likely focused on the battle than the people, weren't they? Were they the sort of barbaric type to put their own lust for battle in front of saving the people they were trained to protect? How unsightly. They even seemed way more armed than their once-patrolling counterparts. Sighing, Arthur would recall something the lady from earlier had told them.*\n\n*She had mentioned something about farmhouses when they were first given the scrolls with the pictures of their targets on them. In the distance, he was able to make out some bright red buildings, buildings that stood out like a sore thumb against the orangish red of the fire in the town. They were almost rust colored with how maroon they seemed. There was another one closer to them, but it seemed like the furthest one was near one of the ends of the village where the fire had not reached. They didn't seem to be noticed yet, and he doubt they would be noticed, save of course, for Idrid. Arthur could probably pass himself off if no one noticed his ears or tail, but he doubt they would within the fire's panic. Leaving Idrid in the dust, he took off for the closest of the buildings, halberd by his side.*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*Seeing Artoria leave him behind, he knew that it was probably the right thing to do. He didn't exactly blend in. He let the fire mage run ahead, then reduced his size and followed, about 30 feet behind him. Best not to attract attention with his size.*\n\n*Recalling something about farmhouses, that must be what Artoria was heading for. Seems like their targets were farmers. Hm. Two of them. Artoria had run for the closest one, so he should take the other. It would be faster that way. Changing direction, he hopes to slip through the crowd. Unlikely, but possible through the chaos.*\n\n```Enlarge ended, 5 mana regained, 28/80 mana remaining```" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "They were all easily able to find their way to the barn houses. Zenoral ending up in a completely different barn house in comparison to Artoria and Idrid. They were all unsuspecting farm houses! They all seemed unguarded, but they were occupied. Seems like an easy time to get in! \n\nThey did cause an insane amount of chaos and shifted in before anything could happen. So it would be a smart thought that maybe they were all busy protecting the outside of the village. But... At this point, they may have just noticed the hole in the wall! Who knows? \n\nFerret is tired and excessively sick blabbering so carry on. The barn houses are open, and the targets should be inside, unprotected." }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*Walking inside the open barn door, Idrid could smell the livestock inside. He barely steps past the entrance, however, and activated his handy thermal vision, since it's probably dark inside. No surprises. It would probably help him find his target as well. Using his large peripheral vision and thermal vision, he carefully scans the barn house for any heat signatures. As a precaution, he hefts his shield in front of him, and his mace behind him.*\n\n*Wonder what the other two were doing. The vampire probably had the senses to be effective in the dark, so the job should be easy for him. Zenoral, on the other hand, was probably doing nothing. Lazy, stupid bastard. He'll probably rob him of his share, since the Oni did absolutely nothing to contribute. He sort of deserves it.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur was able to slip by the havoc that was being caused throughout the village, the panicked villagers' anxiety only being ramped up to the maz by the roaring flames that slowly consumed the village. He dashed towards the barn house, noticing the lack of guards around the place. Most likely, the rest of the village soldiers were out around the walls trying to find them, so at this point, it was probable that they had already figured out the location of the hole in which they had entered from. He could hear some sounds coming from within the barn, meaning that it was occupied, but over the screams and the cries from behind him that pierced into his esrdrums, he really couldn't make out what the noises inside the barn was supposed to be. It was likely that the elite guard, if such a thing existed, was holed up inside of the barn, protecting the target that lay within. If Arthur were to be prepared for a battle, now would be a good time to start said preperation.*\n\n*Once he had reached one of the frontal ends of the barn, he quickly went over to one of the walls on the side, kneeling on a single knee while setting his halberd down beside him. He cast Burn Up on himself, as well as flame guard, since both of those spells had expired at this point in time. Once this process was completed, he took his halberd back in hand, and made his way back to the front of the building, where a door was. He paused for a moment, wondering how he should enter the building; should he do it in an awfully serious manner? Or should he do it like he really didn't care at all? Or should he act like a complete fool about the entire ordeal? Well, In the end, it really didn't matter, so Arthur went to the door, keeping a safe distance away from it, before using the hammered side of his halberd to smash the door open.*\n``` Burn Up and Flame Guard cast. Remaining Mana: 34/230 ```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Zenoral took the structure of the Farmhouse into consideration. Slowly twiddling his fingers around to slam his hand directly into the wooden wall. Given how durable his body seemed, he easily pierced the piece of wood and soon used that as leverage to start climbing. His goal was to get on the room on the farmhouse. Creating small gash-like cuts into the wood to support his body weight while he did so. Even if it was unprotected, his best bet of finding the target would be someone upstairs. And since most farmhouses had a opened window near the top. He decided to get in through that means.\n\nOnce on the roof, he made headway towards the frontal area to get in a pretty good view on the destruction the two amassed. The Vampire was too reckless in his mind, simply going in without much of a plan. Or the guy held an attitude of that sorts. And for the Lizard? In the Oni's eyes he seemed extremely incompetent, dull, and pretty damn stupid for how he handled planning. Not one of them gave in a shred of caution when it came to things like this. But even so, their fearlessness and capabilities within their abilities have seemed to shine where their weaknesses falter. So calling them useless was something that he couldn't do. Anyway, enough with the small studies. The Oni soon dipped his fingers in a unified stab while he turned his back over to the sight. Before jump with that vice grip on the roof to soon let go and let gravity shoot him into the open hole that lead into the second floor for the farmhouse.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "Artoria would find himself in the barn. It was empty, the soft sounds of whimpering could be heard from SOMEWHERE in the barn. Target 2 was definitely here. Who knew it would be so easy after they got into the town? \n\nZenoral and Idrid would find himself inside of the other barn, which seemed to be empty! Though, he could here sobbing from somewhere inside. Could it be...? His target is within this building, hiding like a coward? Or was this a trap? Who knows? No one does. Or will they? With Idrid's therman vision, he could see a figure hiding behind a cow, and... Well... A large circular cold object in front of the other entrance!" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*Huh. The Oni made it. Seeing him jump from the taller floor seemed idiotic, unless he was used to it. There were two things he could see: a figure behind a cow, and a circular, cold object. The figure hiding was most likely the target, while the circular object was most likely some kind of shield. Someone else was here, most likely. Whether they saw them or not depended. Careful not to make any noise, he beckons for the Oni to go towards the circular figure his mace, while he slowly and carefully stepped towards the cow. He silently laughed inside his head, the Oni could get impaled here.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur stopped for a moment, using his natural gift with his hearing ability to be able to scope out noises coming in from the barn. He listened closely, trying to get a scale for where in the building the noise was originating from. It definitely seemed that their second target was here, somewhere. He was able to spot a good amount of hay and wood inside the barn, as to be expected from a building primarily used for farming. He realized that he had barely any magical energy left, but it was enough for another, final spell. He was ready to cast Enveloping Hell once more with his spare hand... But remembered that they could be paid even more if the targets were returned to them alive. He stopped, pondering for a moment. Would it really be THIS easy to just capture the targets? If he thought about it, this entire ordeal seemed to be a ploy. He had the lurking suspicion that they had missed something while focusing on combat and retrieval, but at the same time, he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that made him feel so uneasy. Most likely, it was the sense that this entire ordeal was exponentially more easy that a good portion of the Boss's pther requests.*\n\n*Because of this, he slowly walked into the barn, keeping his halberd by his side, his senses wide awake. Once he had reached near the center of the barn, he held out his left hand by his side, setting it on fire. Tendrils of fire, blazing brightly within the darkness of the barn, swirled into his hand at once, before condensing. He controlled the flame so that it wouldn't combust the air just yet; rather, he wanted to threaten whoever it was hiding in the barn to come out for now. Stopping once this procedure was completed, Arthur opened his mouth to speak, keeping his eyes out for any possible movements in the dark.*\n``` Mana regenerated. Remaining Mana: 49/230 ```\n\n\"Look, lets just get this over with. I know you're here, you know I'm here, and I'm about to set this place on fucking fire if you don't come out. Don't believe me? I will literally roast you like a **FUCKING** Pig if you make this difficult. For me, that is. So please, hurry the hell up, so I don't have to work even harder than I need to.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Zenoral trampled his feet against the wooden ground he found himself on. Taking a moment to soon enough look around and find a bunch of N o t h i n g. With time the Oni only came to look over the wooden railing to see the Idiotic Lizard walking in. Rather than amusing the snake in some kind of banter, he redirected his eyes towards where he pointed his mace. \n\nUsing the bits of wooden scaffolding, out Oni friend would only move his body over the railing to slowly move up a bit. Taking the time to slowly get a open eye view on whatever was behind the cow at the time. This seemed easy, a little too easy. Rather, it screamed trap in front of their faces. Recklessly approaching whatever was there could get them killed, so getting a better view, if he could, on whatever was trying to hide behind the cow was a better choice.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "In Arthur's barn, the wimpering would continue, the man not giving himself up. They were completely alone, the village in shambles and the infantry kinda breaking apart. A militia will never be as good as a full army. They simply could not coordinate themselves. \n\nMeanwhile, in Zenoral and Idrid's side, there would be a loud shhhk sound, their 3rd target coming up and above their cow hiding spot with a nasty looking crossbow. It was... A medium weighted one, pointed straight at the big lizard person\n\n\"Take this you overgrown inbred house lizard!\"\n\nHe said, firing a bolt at him. A final last ditch effort from the target to... Well, protect his cow. How pathetic. They scammed the boss, and they don't have the balls to fight them straight. \n\nSeemed that this was nearing the end! They just had to get their prisoners and take them to the river to complete it. Though, getting out of the village may pose one or two issues for the fragmented trio." }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*His sharp eyes would quickly spot the cowardly man, who for some reason, was protecting his cow. Quickly raising his shield, the bolt clangs against it. Cute. Letting go of his mace, he doesn't need it anyway, he quickly charges towards the man, who's probably trying to desperately reload. Grabbing him by the neck and lifting him up, it seems like this was an ordinary farmer. Why would the boss want them to capture these guys? Who cares. It's a job, and that means money.*\n\n\"Heh. I don't like being called inbred. And you haven't seen overgrown. It's simply false, especially since I'm both stronger and faster than you. Thought you had me there for a second? I'm one step ahead of you. And you won't be able to take any soon enough.\"\n\n*And yet again, his limbs go snap snap. He's definitely not walking anymore. Flopping him over his shoulder next to the old man, who he readjusts, he turns to the Oni.*\n\n\"Did you do anything? Let's go back.\"\n\n*Seriously, did the oni do anything? Seems like Artoria and he did all the work. The job would have gone exactly the way it did without him. He's contemplating whether they should take Zenoral's share. Time to go back, as Idrid picks up his mace and rushes back towards the river.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur scowled slightly. The whimpering coming in from his barn would continue to go on, even after he had issued his warning. It seemed, this time, that they were completely alone in the barn, besides Arthur, in this task. At this point, Arthur was considering the fact that they didn't have a lot of time left before the authorities came about and enclosed on their position; any smart person's first instinct would be to protect their leaders from danger if an invasion were to happen, after all. However, judging by the man's demeanor at the moment, it would seem that this guy didn't even have the spine to lead a small group, let alone an entire town.*\n\n\"Fine, you asked for this. Go to hell, you worthless piece of scum.\"\n\n*Arthur, after finishing his little monologue, would put his halberd down by his side. Taking his right hand, having the palm hover just over the compressed flame of his left, he had his other hand catch on fire, before holding out both arms by his sides. He would quickly look up, using the newfound light to try and spot the man, but no such indication of any life would be shone. He sighed; he really wished he could have gotten more money out of this job. Oh well. With this final acknowledgement, Arthur cast Enveloping Hell once more, this time with both of his hands, causing the radius of the spell from 5 feet to 9 feet. The hay on the floor would catch on fire, as well as the wooden infrastructure, but this was what happened when people didn't listen - at least, didn't listen when they had no other choice to.*\n``` Enveloping Hell cast. Remaining Mana: 14/230 ```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "`\"Do anything? Remind you. Your big ass and the idiotic Vampite both charged in with no sort of plan to put your backs on. And while you did this, I actually played a part in slowing their advancements. Of course, that got thrown out the window the moment you both started blowing shit up. For future reference for your health, please try and learn to be a little more observant. And speaking of...\"`\n\n*Dropping down, the Oni would only stand upright to look back towards the door of the farm. This seemed way too easy, either that or this job was just easy to do with just the two alone. Slowly holding a hand up to have Idirid stop moving, the oni would slowly place his hands on his nose, before slowly getting in a more stronger smell around the area. If there were people coming towards the grounds, he would know based on the type of metalitic smell. Of course taking into account that both the buildings were burning and they were in a farmhouse, he seemed pretty confident when it came to his nose. If there was some kind of trap, he was more then likely going to pick up on it if the trap itself had some kind of smell that stood out. Like a more metallic feel.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "The man with Arthur would quickly scamper out of his hiding spot once the entire place was lit up in flames. He was unable to do much, but cower in the far corner, watching the flames crawl their way to him. It seems that was his end... Unless Arthur decided to break him and take them to the boss! Arthur could hear yelling from outside as people tried to put out the fire. Seems like the only way out was from the roof or the back door! \n\nMeanwhile, the man that Idrid broke would cry out in pain. He would soon pass out from either the shock or the pain. There was yelling outside, the smell of steel being picked up by Zenoral, but they passed by. Seems like they were trying to find them... But they couldn't get to them. Zenoral would also detect something... It was metallic. It was closer... The two could probably see sharp teeth glinting in the moon light! Looks almost like a nasty nasty animal trap." }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*What was that? It looked like metal teeth. That was probably some kind of bear trap. Those are illegal! Not that it would have mattered, seeming that Idrid's leg was armored. Zenoral might not have been, but who cares about him at this point? So what's the best way to take care of traps? Destroy them! So Idrid slams his mace down on the trap.*\n\n\"You call it rashness. I call it initiative. It's only rashness if you don't have the power to back it up, and I've got plenty of that. What you were doing is cowardice, choosing to hide. We were able to get to the wall undetected because we were lucky, but if we weren't, the result would have been the same nonetheless. And I wouldn't insult the vampire. He's far stronger than you are.\"\n\n```10 mana regained, because I keep forgetting to regain it. 38/80 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "`\"Stop you damn idiot! Approaching things head first is not always the answer! I can smell them surrounding the area, meaning recklessly going about this will only draw more blood. We have what we want, now focus on leaving before we get underpaid for our work.\"`\n\n*Zenoral would come to stare bullets at the Lizard. He wasn't afraid of the trap, more so having to deal with a force that they could easily ignore. First the guy has the balls to ignore the Oni's credit where it was due, but now he seems to belittle him because of that fact. If Idrid had dragged on unwanted attention because of his recklessness, then it would simply be said that he needed to be corrected at some point in time. Watching the mace go wherever direction it went. If another fight ensued, best believe that Zenoral would simply let the lizard deal with a problem that he made himself.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would see a man quickly dash out of a spot hidden from the light hisnflames had produced, quickly making a point to steer out of the direction of the flames. He ended up cowering in the far corner, his back turned away from the kitsune. Really? Was this their target? He imagined their enemies being MORE than... This. He thought that the old man was some sort of wise mage type person, and that these younger guys were like warriors, or champions, of the village. Yet, the longer Arthur looked at the quaking man, the reality of the situation came to him; these were just ordinary people, weren't they?*\n\n*He had expected... More. If he were to be completely honest, his target right now was more pathetic, at least in stature, than Cornelius even AFTER the man had gotten his limbs severed from his body. At least he had the gall to even speak; this guy was just wallowing in his own shame at this point, and the sight of it really put Arthur in a bad mood. He wasn't even trying to get away; this was the look of a man who has TRULY given up on escape. Not even putting in an effort to con himself out of imminent death, not even trying to make an attempt to save himself. No, he cowered in the corner like some hopeless fool; Arthur knew if he were in his situation, he would at least try and take a stand for escape. Well... It really couldn't be helped, could it?*\n\n*He strode over to where the man was huddled in the corner, the licking of the fire grazing his back, warming himself up. The man continued to cower before him, without any resistance; it seemed like he was way too focused on himself to notice that the kitsune had suddenly come up behind him. Arthur let out an exhale, then raised his halberd. Swiftly, using the bladed side, he performed a slice to both of his arms in turn, then aimed another one towards his legs. It would be much easier if his target didn't try and resist, but at the same time, it was quite boring.*\n``` 15 Mana regenerated. Remaining Mana: 29/230 ```" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "Well, both of their targets were taken. One was simply unconscious, while the other one was bleeding out and unable to do much from all the pain and... Well, shock! Now time to get out of the village! How will they get out with... Two broken people and one bloodbag? \n\nOh well, lets see how this plays out shall we? At this point, if they looked outside of the shutters, they could see the entire village practically in flames, the buckets of water not being able to stop them. The soldiers are basically broken up, some running off to get reinforcements while a good chunk remained to search for the intruders!" } ]

[ { "author": "Idrid", "message": "\"Whoops. Forgot you were bleeding out, old man.\"\n\n\"Approaching things head on is a good way if you have enough strength to do so. Unless you're so weak that you need to rely on stealth. Might as well become an assassin and speculate into some actual assassination abilities, instead of walking up to armed guards when its apparent that they're not going to cooperate. Drawing blood is fine by me, unless you're too afraid to fight a simple group of soldiers. What happened to your Oni heritage? I thought they were fearsome warriors, not stalkers of the night. Get some armor while your at it.\"\n\n*Don't want him bleeding out and dying. That's a waste of good gold. Fortunately, from his encounter with the elves, he's picked up on some healing magic. Quickly casting Walk it Off on the old man, Idrid runs quickly off to the way that he entered. There's a big gaping hole there, after he smashes it to pieces.*\n\n```Walk it Off cast, 25 mana spent, 5 mana regained since I regained 5 this turn, 18/80 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Zenoral didn't say anything, not from the fact that Idrid was right in any kind of copassity. No, the Lizard was wrong with every word spoken. Rather, he went from annoying to downright disrespectful bring up the Oni in that light. Painting them as nothing more then angry meat heads with strength being their only strong suit. The fact that he seemed to stare at them like this made the Oni want to kill the damn thing himself. But doing so will only bring more trouble, so he let the lizard run off and do his own thing. Taking a moment to crouch, preparing himself to leap back up to the wooden platform. Before picking himself up and going right out the window to reach the roof to see what was going down along the town. He figured they had one more target. Until he had seen the burning farm house in the distance. Less pay if the person there had died. But for something like that? Zenoral didn't care.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Damn... That was quite a lot of gore that just met Arthur's eyes as the limbs of the man got chopped off, piece by piece. There really wasnt anything remaining of the man but stubs where his arms and legs should have been, and of course, his head and torso. Was this becoming a sort of staple for how he was to incapacitate his opponents? First with Cornelius, and now with this guy. It was almost routine, drilled into his mind like an instinct. The man's already pathetic demeanor looked even more so with the constant wailing and screaming he was causing, which did annoy the kitsune slightly, though it was to be expected. The man was losing blood in tremendous amounts, so Arthur picked his bleeding body up, holding each of the man's stubs close to the spreading fire of the barn as a means to cauterize each of the wounds. Because of this, all the bleeding would stop, but the man would go unconscious; he couldn't bear the pain, could he?*\n\n*With this finished, Arthur would be able to hear a cacophony of yelling and running coming outside of the barn, most likely soldiers trying to put out the fire than blazed around the farmhouse. It seemed that the only ways out of the building, from what Arthur could tell, were through the roof or though the back door, the former of which was more dangerous since the structure of the barn was literally falling apart all around him. Taking what remained of the man, as well as his own halberd, Arthur dashed out of the back door where it didn't seem like people were, attempting to find a way out of the village without being seen.*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "The edit is too long\n\n*Arthur raced out of the back of the farmhouse, his target cradled under his left arm. Needless to say, he couldn't really do anything about that, since he left his backpack at the tree in which the group first met, and besides, that bag was still filled with gold ore from when he had to explore the cave with the wight in it. He had to sell that soon, didn't he? Anyway, he would find that he ended up far away from the heat of the flames, ending up in a sort of district where the screams died out of audibility. It was dark, with the pavement being hidden from sight, even though a fire was roaring in the background. The walls of houses were only barely visible as he walked in, and people in various cloaks that looked beyond shady were constantly exchanging between entering and exiting their homes. He heard orders barking left and right from above him, namely archers and soldiers panicking and rushing to try and get rid of the fires that he had caused. In his vision, he caught a glimpse of the frontal entrance where Zenoral must have entered from, which looked to be relatively unattended. Besides, there wasn't seeming to be anything left to do in the village, and he could feel that he was running low on his magical energy.*\n\n*With his target still under his arm, he rushed on over to the entrance to the top of the wall; he looked up, noticing the soldiers panic and scramble about as they tried to find a way down the walls in order to get to the town, probably to attempt to put out the fires. If so, he was presented with two options; make a mad dash and jump off of the wall, hoping that the guards dont catch him in time due to the panic, or try and fight his way out so his path would be clear. By carrying his target, he really didn't have a huge ability to fight - rather, it was actually inhibiting his combat performance by a good amount, seeing he had to keep the target aloft and cradled under his arm. Luckily, the target seemed to be passed out by now, most likely due to the pain of cauterization, or the shock of... Well, you know.*\n\n*As he approached the doorway, leading to a column of the wall that seemed to lead to the top, he flung the door open, looking in at a bunch of stairs. Using his speed, but struggling to move with agility because of the lack of space he had to move both the target and his halberd, he changed his weapon back to a sword, keeping it held in his right hand. Arthur would then try and scale the stairs with much greater ease than before since his halberd was now changed into a more compact sword form.*\n``` 15 mana regained. Morphing Rasmus into a Sword. Remaining Mana: 30.5/230```" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "Arthur would reach the top, the guards not exactly noticing him as they went from village guards to the fire brigade. They were trying to put out the fires! Sadly for them, there wasn't anything they could do anymore. The flames were simply too big to control. Some people were already fleeing from the village, breaking through the guards with their numbers. \n\nIdrid was able to break through and escape. I assume he'd be going towards the rendezvous. Arthur was able to simply jump off of the wall into a bush. It wasn't very tall so it would be easy. \n\nIt was the final stretch of the game. Don't die now" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*Indeed heading towards the rendezvous, and also assuming that the Oni was following him, they would probably make it. Nothing really to say here. This was a bit too easy, though, so he kept wary for anything.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Surprisingly, Arthur would find that he reached the top of the walls without any opposition. Several guards passed by him, dashing towards the fire brigade as they raced down the steps, attempting to put out the fires. Sadly, the fires would prove to be too large to control, and the inferno would rage on in the background. Arthur would look away from the destruction, however, focused on the mission he was tasked to do. On the walls, it didn't seem like there was any sort of opposition left for the kitsune to face, and he realized that he could just... Jump off of the wall.*\n\n*He walked towards the edge, looking down from the top of the wall. It didn't seem to be too far up, seeing that the wall belonged to some run down village, so he could probably safely land without too large of an injury. However, what about his target? His target would be the one most susceptible to fall damage, seeing that he didn't have any legs or arms to break the descent, which posed a slight problem in itself. However, he had a solution to this problem, a solution which would, if he didn't screw up, cushion both of their falls, allowing them to land safely onto the ground.*\n\n*Sheathing his sword, Arthur cast flame guard on himself once more. The defensive spell could protect against a single severe hit without any difficulty, and had a knockback effect; an effect that would be essential for his survival in the fall from the top of the wall. He took his target, clutching him intensely with both of his arms, before he stepped onto the very edge of the wall. Flame Guard active, he turned back towards the village, taking a moment to stop and admire the flames. From where he was, the black market district he had come across would still be relatively unharmed, but the hellish blaze in the far regions would be ever so prominent against the night. He paused for a minuscule second, then let his weight tip over as he fell backwards off of the wall to the ground below.*\n\n``` Flame Guard cast. Remaining mana: 5.5/230 ```" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "Arthur would slap the ground with a squish. Seems like they landed on something... Rotting. Oh well. It cushioned their fall. They were free to go to the rendezvous spot and complete their mission. \n\nAnd yes, it may have been something suspiciously easy... But with the combination of brute force and fire, anything can be easy. The guards have stopped protecting the outside and has started to try to halt the flames as the civilians poured from inside to escape the inferno. \n\nThey were free to go to the rendezvous point! At the spot that they always meet, it was completely empty. She was probably there... Stalking them" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*Assuming yet again that Zenoral made it and is carrying the two bodies and didn't get stabbed, Idrid would make it to the rendezvous point. Wherever that is. He then would wait for the other two.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Watching Idrid throw the two bodies at him, he didn't hesitate to let them both drop on the ground. Only to take his time picking them up and holding them over his shoulders. Once again, his silence from the lizard carried over his disrespect. He didn't acknowledge his words because he seen the Lizard as nothing but a walking, talking, wild dino. Going out from where he made the hole. Zenoral would waste time moving towards the Rendezouvs point by leaping from tree branch to tree branch to ease up on time. It was better than just running there on the ground.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Squish.*\n\n*What was that? Arthur expected to hear the shattering of his spell as he hit the hardened ground, but instead, he landed in something soft. Well, he thinks its soft, but in reality, it was more rubbery if anything else. Was it some convenient patch if grass? Doubtful, mostly because of an odious, putrid smellnthat wafted in on a gentle breeze into Arthur's nostrils. He took a quick whiff, then felt his mouth go sick with the smell of rotting flesh. He looked down on where he was, and sure enough, he was smack dab in the middle of a mountain of bodies. Most likely, they were either bodies from the guards, but seeing that they were more or less decomposing, it was more probable that the bodies were from the bodies of the bands of mercenaries he had scouted before breaking into the town. Disgusting... He would probably smell like a dead body for a good couple of days now. He'd probably have to go bathe in a bathouse or something, preferably one that didn't know of his criminal record.*\n\n*It was a good thing that he held onto the target with the both of his hands. The nugget of a man still lay unconscious within his arms - a phrase that could be taken in various different ways, he soon thought to himself. Slowly getting up, carefully making sure to hold onto the man so that he doesn't disappear within the pile of bodies that the walls presented, Arthur attempted to wade his way through the disgusting overabundance of corpses, occasionally stepping on something that either snapped, cracked, or got smushed together with a rather unpleasant noise. One even made him shudder slightly with how displeasing the sound was. Anyway, once he got away from the village, he would find that he was met with a flood of village inhabitants rushing out of the town, the guards not being able to stop their sudden outburst. It was to be expected though; most rational people don't want to burn to death.*\n\n*This meant that he could blend in with the crowd, could it not? It was still night time, and the only source of light were the guards' torches, and of course, the blazing flame that was what remained of the town in the background. As the mob dashed away from the town, Arthur quickly dashed across it, using it to get to the other side of the crowd. From there, he could see where they had first began the mission, and also where he had left his bag. He quickly put his sights on that area, then proceeded to dash on over to it as fast as he possibly could. He could see two other figures running to the same direction; most likely Idrid, and that arrogant bastard Zenoral. At this point, Zenoral was only a mild inconvenience to him, and didn't bother the kitsune as much as it did before, though he still got annoyed with how the Macen treated him. Oh well.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "Once they all arrived, there was silence. Was she really here? It took much longer for her to appear. Maybe she got caught. That would indeed me troublesome. But nope, she hopped down from the tree yet again. The audible thud of her smacking the ground as she approaches the group. In her hand she had... 3 Leather pouches. They were obviously full of something thin and cylindrical. Kind a like a coin! \n\nShe grinned at them, her crimson red eyes glowing in the dark as they reflected the light from the glorious, oh so glorious, fires. She always hated that village. It wasn't clear why. \n\n\"Ah yes, you all escaped alive. And burned down the village. Bonus marks for that. No more issues from them anymore eh?\"\n\nShe said, calmly approaching the group, checking the vitals of all their captured. Alive... Alive... And drum rolllllll! Alive. She grinned. Oh she was going to have hell of a time... Making an example of them. \n\nA new addition to her kit was... Well, a very very course whip. Interesting. \n\nAnyways, she dropped the 3 leather pouches on the ground, a loud CHINK as they slapped the ground. Definitely some good money\n\n\"I trust you will be able to split this amongst yourselves. As per agreement, 600 per live capture. 3 captures so you have 1800 Silver to split. Now if you don't mind, I would like the Captives now\"\n\nShe said, reaching out her open hand to... Retrieve all of the men. She didn't wait, just grabbing the people... Tying a cord around their chest and... Well, dragging them to the forest! \n\n```Rewards: \n3x 600s \n3x Leather Pouches\n1.5 pp```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would instinctively pick up one of the coin pouches, looking in at what would apparently be 600 silver within. If he were to be honest, he would much rather have had it come in gold rather than silver, since it was less fore the same amount of value, but he wouldn't complain. He would take the silver pouch, then stride on over to his backpack, combining the coins from the new pouch into the one he kept as his 'wallet.' He needed this most definitely; he was running low on funds. Speaking of funds...*\n\n\"Hey, Lady. Do you think we can get extra coin for taking down the entirety of the village? We did do way more than what you asked for, anyway. How about a bonus? You know, for going above and beyond? Please?\"" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "She looked at him... With a rather sadistic and... Terrifying look. She was grinning, but her Blood Red eyes and pale skin didn't help her image. Neither did the darkness and ambient lighting of flames in the background. \n\n\"No~\"\n\nShe said, flatly denying him the extra coin. And like that, she disappeared into the forest, those 3 men never to be seen again." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Well, it was worth a shot.\"\n\n*He then proceeded to pick up his backpack, slinging it around his shoulder. He didn't want to stay here more than he needed to, lest any complications were to occur, so he quickly packed up and disappeared into woods.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Zenoral took a moment to stare at the pouch of silver. Slowly walking to take the pouch into his hand to weight it out. His eyes slowly mirroring into it. Turning towards the Vampire. He would simply speak out to him.*\n\n`\"Open your pouch for a second.\"`" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "```QUEST IS COMPLETE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY``` 🎊" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur paused for a moment, hearing a voice call out to him from where he was standing just a couple of moments ago. He could tell that someone was staring him down, most likely Zenoral or Idrid. To be frank, he didn't want anything else to do with them; he wanted to leave the scene as fast as he could so that the authorities couldn't catch up to him. However, he was stopped by the mention of his pouch. Recognizing the voice, it came from that macen, Zenoral. By the gods, what did he want? Sighing and hanging his head down for a second, he whipped it back up, looking Zenorak in the eye with a stern expression, speaking out to him in a flat voice while nonchalantly opening his money pouch.*\n\n\"Well? What do you want?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Zenoral would untie his pouch to suddenly dump every last dime that was given to him as a reward right back into the Vampires pouch. Before keeping the leather pouch. He would only tie the empty part of it aside before he would soon look back at the vampire. His face unlike before seeming to show some seriousness.*\n\n`\"Power will get you far, but don't be careless and change in head first into situations. Time and effort is better spent moving effectively. Rather than by instinct. Good day.\"`" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Huh. Well, that was something, wasn't it? He now had 1200 pieces of silver in his pouch, which he wouldn't object to. As he watched Zenoral dump out the contents of his coin pouch into Arthur's own, he caught a glint of seriousness within his eyes that was present, a gaze which was drastically different from when he had berated Idrid and himself before. Arthur found that he would stiffen up as if his father were speaking to him, since those stern gazes were the one parallel he had noticed between his father and Zenoral. He took the money, tying his pouch closed, staring Zenoral in the eye before turning his back towards the two of them. Without a word, he would walk to the edge of the forest, but then raise his hand as a gesture of goodbye.*" }, { "author": "Idrid", "message": "*Picking up the silver pouch, the coins jingling inside, Idrid felt somewhat annoyed that the Oni would get the same amount as the rest of them did. Until he gave it all to Artoria. Well. He doesn't mind that, he's far stronger anyway. Listening to Zenoral speak, however, he thought differently. Sometimes, instinct -was- the most effective way. It's why animals survive, and can hunt or escape. He decided whether or not to confront the Oni, but decided not to. Best not waste energy when it's not needed. With that, he walked off into the forest, different direction than Artoria of course.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Zenoral only kept himself there for a little while afterwards. The pale color of white pretty much adorning his body. The Oni lacked individuality through color, since most of his features, if not all were the same tint of color. The Oni had no words for Idrid, since he could see that the lizard wasn't worth his time. If anything, it was best that they don't cross paths. Since Zenoral would more then likely be capable of fighting off the guy in the first place. He had things he needed to do, so he took his leave. No worse spent on things he had no correlation with. The Oni would soon enough shift his form into that of his Macen version. Before heading off into the wilderness. Who knows where his next destination could be.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "*It was a bright and clear afternoon at the small town of Gamaje where within its simple streets were a few stalls selling a handful of unique goods which Ellaine hoped to obtain for her medicinal studies and maybe get something for the children at the orphanage aswell. She was lucky to have gotten to the fairly distant town due to some nice people who were willing to get her to the place from New Salvania. The woman was wearing her regular clothes which were a long modest black dress with a few flower embroidery to make it look alittle nice along with a black hood that covered her back but one of the more eye catching accessories she wore was this ornate diadem like object that was covering her eyes. As she talked to vendor she seemed to be very demure and shy but they seemed to be arguing*\n\n\"I-I'm sorry b-but this stone doesn't really have any medicinal pr-properties whatsoever from... From my studies...\" *She told to the woman on the other side of the stall holding this large crystal as she insisted that the purple rock made relieved her stress and most likely cured colds aswell! The woman was shaking alittle as she hung her basket filled with medicinal herbs on her shoulder and gripped her fancy looking black cane tightly which suggested that the woman might not be able to see*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Essentially passes out due to extreme blood loss.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The little group finally reached its destination. And what a fancy party it was! A kitsune girl, a female canifor and a reptilian lady, carrying an elf on her back . Not something you would except to see in a northern salvainian port town.*\n`\"Hss... Hss...\"` *She hissed.* `\"For an elf, he iss quite heavy... Or iss it jusst me?\"`\n*Shuvah was exhausted, hot sweat pouring from the grooves outlining her crimson scales. She had him carried all the way to Gamaje, and while lifting around 100kg (220lb 7) wasn't a problem for the reptilian, carrying this weight on several kilometers definitely wasn't an easy task. But she did it. She had to.*\n*After catching her breath, she unfolded her wings and cleared her voice to draw as much attention as possible within the crowd.*\n`\"Iss there any doctor here?! Or any persson blesssed with healing sskillss?! Ssomeone iss agonizzing!\"` *She shouted out as loudly as possible.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna had grown tired herself between her hunger and the group having to rush all the way here. Jace was practically trotting at her side, his tongue lolling out as he panted. They had made it at least, safe from the destroyed forest and cruel wilderness. For a short moment Juna admired town, it being one she has never seen before. Though of course that moment didn't last long before Shuvah started to yell out for help, causing Juna to have to cover her sensitive wolf-like ears to block out the loudness of it. In the midst of it, Jace had let out a series of weak barks that seemed directed towards Shuvah's yelling, but at this point it could have been easily mistaken for attention.*" }, { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "*As she too cover her ears from Shuvah's yelling. She took a moment to look around the city. It has been a long while since she has traveled. She turns to look at Shuvah with her yellow eyes.* \"I'll see if I can find a doctor.\" *Without hesitating she began to walk towards a young woman with a long black dress holding a cane.* \"Um. Would you happen to know where the nearest doctor is? My friend is badly wounded and is losing blood.\" *She asks the woman with a distressed voice.*" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"A-Ah! I smell blood!!!\" *Ellaine exclaimed as the group entered the town shouting about. She could hear the distressed group from where she was and when she heard the voice of a woman talking to her she looked towards them* \"Umm y-yes!!! Well... I don't k-know about doctor b-but I'm a Healer and I don't really have anything physical that I could do on them currently I-I'm sorry b-but I can cast a spell that would help the bleeding\" *Ellaine said as she quickly rushed over to where she heard the shouting. She was moving her cane about down on the ground trying to not trip on anything as she moved. This slowed her down a bit but she needed to atleast try and help this person in need. Normally she wouldn't do this but still someone could die and it wasn't the time to be hesitant*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The wyvern realized too late that her loud call had repercussions on more fragile ears, which moreover were surrounding her in the group. As everyone in sight was now staring at her with various expressions, she lowered her gaze and head, and folded her wings as a sign of guilt.*\n`\"I-I'm ssorry... I-I forgot that kitssuness and canidorss have ssenssitive earss... Pleasse forgive me...\"`\n*When Miyaro seemingly found a healer -a quite eccentric one but still- Shuvah kneeled down on the old cobbled square and carefully released the elf from her grip, laying him down.*\n`\"Pleasse, healer! He already losst a lot of blood... I did my besst to contain the hemorrahge but... I ain't any doctor. I can pay you! In ssilver, or in gold, but pleasse, ssave him!\"` *She begged the approaching blind girl.*\n*She didn't seem to pay a particular attention to the cane and the diadem as her mind was probably obstructed by her will to save the elf.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The yelling seemed to have stopped and cautiously, Juna removed her hands from her ears. It had taken her by surprise and still, the yelling resonated even after Shuvah had stopped. It took her a while to reorient herself and instantly she was welcomed back by Jace's barking. He seemed committed to it, only stopping after Juna had lightly crouched down to pet him along his flank and pick him up. It looked like it was awkward for her to carry him at first, given his slender yet bulky size, but after a moment of repositioning, she able to comfortably hold him in her arms.*\n\"Shh...\"\n*She whispered it to him quietly as if trying to calm a child. Jace had quieted down, seemingly too tired to continue anyways. Juna looked at the healer who had come to help them and, pass the relief, Juna was mostly confused. It was odd to her that the Macen she had met in the forest found the need to warn her about people here. Everyone she had met so far seemed so nice and willing to help. Juna wondered if maybe the Macen was paranoid or something; perhaps there wasn't really anything to worry about. At that thought, Juna grew more comfortable and relaxed while she slowly rocked Jace in her hold, watching the healer try to help the elf.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "*She stood there observing how the lady was healing him.* \"After this we should get something to eat.\" *She said while her stomach grumbled. She looked embarrassed, putting her hand on her belly.* \"Hehe.\"" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "*Ellaine would slowly kneel down onto the grounds and have her hands extended out as she tried to feel for where to person she had to heal was* \"Uhh umm I-Its going to take at about one minute for my magic to complete itself s-sorry its not instant\" *Her hands that were touching about Horace's body slowly began to glow this light blue color. It was like wind was gathering towards her hands that then slowly enveloped the person she was touching, she exerted as much mana as she could for what she assumed was a severe wound. If the wound wasn't covered on they would be able to see how it slowly began to heal and close up.* \"Can someone remove what's covering the wound?\" *She said as she hoped that she did enough to heal the man's wound*\n``` *Healing Touch cast* 100/120 Mana Pool```" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The young reptilian nodded and fulfilled the healer's demand, untying the bloodstained linen knot which temporarily saved a life. Shuvah frowned, since precise tasks weren't her specialty due to the size of her hands and claws, she had to focus heavily. She then broke her silence, wiping her forehead as a sign of relief.*\n`\"Done. Do you think that will ssave him?\"` *She worriedly asked.*\n*The wyvern then noticed her starving comrades and tried to reassured them, but all that came was a nervous smile.*\n`\"If thiss guy livess, I promisse to have a feasst with you nexxt. Payment will be on me.\"`\n*As the situation was tense and grave, the lady probably wanted to cheer up everyone. Remembering that she never intoduced herself yet, she thought that maybe it would soften the ambience.*\n`\"Alsso, the name'ss Shuvah, by the way. I don't know if you noticced, but I'm a reptilian!\"`" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace had rested his head on Juna's shoulder, tired after his long day of trying to keep enemies at bay. His tongue hung out as he fell into a deeper doze. Juna ran her hand along his back and smiled at Shuvah when she mentioned a feast. Mostly, she was glad she wasn't the only one thinking about food at the moment.*\n\"A feast sounds nice.\"\n*Her tail swished back and forth in anticipation. Usually she would have hunted herself something to eat, but after a while of traveling and the only hunting grounds close by being burned, she didn't mind having a meal simply provided. Especially one where she didn't even have to concern herself with paying.*" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "*As Shuvah peeled off the blood soaked linen they'd see that underneath was healed flesh, the wound was gone and quickly healed up after the strange healing magic that the blind woman did. Ellaine looked towards the direction of where she heard the apparently reptilian spoke* \"H-Hello Shuvah (D-Did I say that right???) umm sorry I-I don't thinks I no-noticed....I can't see also my name is E-Ellaine\" *She said meekly before turning back towards whoever this person was, her hands that were as soft as clouds slowly traversed their way up towards the man's face touching the sides of his cheeks* \"H-Hello sir? C-Can you hear me? Are... Are you al-alright?\" *She stuttered alittle but she tried to say it loudly hoping that the man was able to hear her. She even lightly tapped his cheek to see if they'd react in some way. Please please please tell me he's okay!!!*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Eco sat there on Shuvah's shoulder, looking at Horace. She would yawn a bit letting a light pitched sound come from her before gracefully hopping off of Shuvah. She would land at Horace's side, sniffing him for a moment before moving to his hand. She'd sniff a bit more before finally clamping down on Horace's finger violently. Horace in response would shoot up, perhaps knocking over the blind girl by accident. He yells out in a pained voice.* \nOw, damn fox! \n*He suddenly grabs it by its neck skin yanking it off his finger.*" }, { "author": "plague0886", "message": "\"AHHH!!!\" *Ellaine would be very startled as the man just suddenly shot up. Her hands that planted on his face were released as she then fell on her back a pained grunt following her*" }, { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "*Miyaro's eyes widen.* \"A feast?!\" *Now she's really hungry. Imagining different kinds of food made her mouth drool. She snaps out of it, knowing we have to get the elf a place where he can rest.* \"First of all, we need to get him to a place where he can sleep and recover from that wound.\" *She looks to the healer.* \"Healer, do you know where we can find an inn somewhere?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Her gaze passed over the elf, relieved that he was alive at least. A small giggle came out of her, seeing his reaction to the fox biting his finger. For some reason she had found it funny considering that in opposition, she was carrying Jace around like a child.*\n\"Are you... Okay?\"\n*It seemed like it was hard for her to get the question out with laughing a little.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The scaly lady opened wide eyes at the view of the wound healing so quickly. But when the little fox woke Horace up with a gentle bite, she couldn't hold a sight of relief back.*\n`\"You... You sstupid, prideful elf... Y-you scared me...\"`\n*A lot of emotion could have been heard in those words and her eyes, while a bit wet also reprimanded the elf from refusing any help earlier. Yet they didn't know each other, the dragoness was honest with her feelings and didn't try to hide them. Today, she helped someone to escape a cold, painful death.*\n*Shuvah then rose on her feet, progressively retrieving her calm.*\n`\"Well, little nursse, I guesss we owe you quite a lot! How could we show you our gratitude?\"` *She asked to Ellaine.*\n*It was the first time that the reptilian actually observed her, and she found out that something was off with that girl. A cane... An accessory to cover her eyes... The fact that the healer herself confirmed previously that she was blind... Shuvah's brain overheated after reaching to an incredible conclusion.*\n`\"By the Godss! Are you blind???\"` *She stupidly asked.*" }, { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "*Miyaro face palms and looks toward the elf.* \"Welcome back, elf. Hehe.\" *She smiles with a little tear running down her cheek.* \"He's back. Finally.\" *She sighs in relief and brushes the tear off her face, she sniffles and smiles.* \"I thought we'd lose you.\"" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"Y-Yes I'm b-blind...\" *Ellaine would say meekly as she began trying to get up from where she fell. A sigh of relief escaped the woman as she heard all the happy voices of the people, even though she was blind she was still capable of doing things so. She picked up her staff and stood up from where she was* \"Umm i-its okay don't worry I ju-just wanted to help and... And that's okay with me...\" *She was quite happy about this whole interaction and that atleast one good thing came from this day, knowing that she may have saved a life warmed her heart and made her forget about the rude woman forcing her to buy those \"Healing\" Rocks. She turned her head over to were she last heard Horace's voice asking to him* \"S-Sir are... Are you alright? Do you feel sick in any way?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The fox made no noises as Horace yanked it off, instead looking at him with a pitiful look. In response Horace would set it down and shake his head as the blind girl stood up. He would soon look around with a confused look on his face, especially towards the Shuvah and Miyaro as they seemed to be crying.* \nWhere am I? Who are you people? Why am I here?-\n*His questions were soon cut off as he would grasp his stomach seemingly confused as it didn't hurt not bleed anymore*\nWhat happened? \n*Looking up at the blind girl as she asked him if he was ok, neglecting to realize he had knocked her over*\nNo I'm... I'm fine, just very confused right now." }, { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "*Miyaro sat down on the cobblestone ground.* \"We were the people you met at the woods, you were hurt and it seemed like you needed help. So we got to Gamaje quickly so you wouldn't bleed out.\" *She said while looking at him with her yellow eyes.* \"And thankfully we found a healer and she treated you.\" *Her head turned towards the healer.* \"I am very grateful. Surely we could atleast offer you something as thanks for helping the elf.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna had remained quiet, staring at the elf with curiosity. Only moments before, he was the one seemingly concerned over the others, but now here he was facing them with confusion after having to be healed. It was odd to her, how quickly the tables have turned, but even then she found herself nodding along to Miyaro's explanation. At least all the way up until she mentioned offering the healer something as a token of appreciation. Juna thought that maybe she meant a free meal, seeing as that seemed to be the thing on everyone's mind at the moment. It would be nice company, though Juna herself wasn't quite sure what she could offer as thanks. She didn't have much and, to her, the elf was a complete stranger that she had just watched escape death. Juna wondered if maybe she should try not to say anything, leaving her lost in a series of thoughts while the others were crying over him.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*Then a reptilian voice interupted the overall quietness of the party.*\n`\"I know! I'll pay you a drink, too, Ellaine!\"` *She stated out loud and clear to the blind healer.*\n*It would have been hard to refuse an offer quite as enthusiastic as Shuvah just proposed. Or did she? It didn't seem like a question for the dragoness. The worried and doubtful Shuvah was already long gone.*\n*Overwhelmed by her excitement and joviality, she felt the urge to share her happiness to the emerging elf. She would've tapped Horace's back with a gentle tail sweep, but the wyvern lady often forgot about her strength and about the toughness of her hardened black scales. Thus it led the strike to be executed with more force than intended without her noticing.*\n`\"Come on, elf! Raisse up now! You've been assleep for too long! I had to ssupport your full weight for the entire trip!\"` *She playfully exclaimed.* `\"There should be an inn near the dockss.\"`" } ]

[ { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"O-Oh... T-thank you for the offer b-but I-I don't really dr-drink\" *Ellaine said shyly while grasping her staff tightly. Using her good hearing she had just realized that there were so many people around them f-four! Four people all around her, she wasn't very used to this and she didn't really know what to do in this situation. Due to being nervous she would take her cane that she was holding tightly as just begin twiddling around as she thought about what to do and say next*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would nod as Miyaro explained to him what happened. He would take it as truth as he had no other reason to doubt her aside from pure suspicion. Looking down to think back on what happened for a moment*\nWell, i suppose i owe you all for taking care of me- ack!\n*He would let out a pained yelp as the dragon girl slapped his back. Looking at her happy gaze with a confused and pained look.* \nWhat was that for? I get that i was an inconvenience to you but that's no reason to hit me...\n*He would recover in a moment, picking up Eco and standing, holding his back as he did.* \nIm still a little confused as to why your crying over me, a stranger, but i wont dwell on it. As for repayment i might as well treat you all to dinner or something." }, { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "\"Then it's decided let's have a feast in the inn!\" *She says in delight. She has really enjoyed this group and they were very interesting. So many different races but the same goal, to help save another being. She smiles.* \"Shuvah, you said the inn was near the docks right?\" *She points to the docks while looking at Shuvah.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna looked in the direction Miyaro had pointed in. Never before had she been to one and the mention of it, filled her with curiosity.* \n\"An inn?\"\n*It was more of a question than a statement, one that didn't necessarily needed to be answered. With Miyaro's explanation, Juna thought it sounded like a place that served a lot of food. Despite that, she turned to look between Miyaro and Shuvah both who seemed to know their way around the most.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The elf's yelp made Shuvah realize that she may have hit a bit too strong.\n\n*The elf's yelp made Shuvah realize that she may have hit a bit too strong. At first, she felt embarassed, but...*\n`\"Oh, I'm ssorry! I jusst wanted to poke you... Huhuhuh...\"` *She couldn't help but sniggering gently as she apologized. What a tease.*\n`\"A good amount of farmerss who I met on my way recommended me to try Gamaje'ss fish at the port. Sso I'm guesssing that we could find an inn there.\"` *She nodded.*\n*The winged woman then mechanically grinned at the blind girl as she noticed her nervosity. Now that she knew about her condition, she could understand her feeling. She wanted to reassure her, and give her a friendly time. Plus the group had an obligation to her. Shuvah extended her scaly hand to the healer, which could probably have detected it by her abnormally high body temperature for a reptilian.*\n`\"Fear not. We won't harm you. Even if you don't drink, I'm pretty sure that you could sspend some good time with uss, unlesss you have better thingss to do, of coursse.\"` *She said, with a lot of effort put into her voice which became incredibly soft and warm.* `\"Shall we go?\"`\n*Wherever Ellaine chose to join the group or not, everyone was hungry and would have headed to the so-called inn.*" }, { "author": "xelvedra", "message": "```Scene continues in" } ]

[ { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "*It was a fairly sunny although alittle bit cloudy day within one of the many towns within the Salvanian Empire Ellaine was there doing her best in helping the people who were in need helping those who had colds or those who had hurt their body due to working or really just anyone in need she was there to help! She had just helped a person who had accidentally eaten rotten clams and was feeling very unwell, as she exited the woman's home she gave a happy wave while giving the woman some advice* \n\n\"Umm M-Miss I ask you p-please that next time w-when eating and it se-seems off... Well uhh *Don't eat it*.....Please\" *The air macen would say to the woman as she walked away cane first to the next person who was in need. As she walked people seemed to stare at her as she was quite strange and eccentric unlike the usual healers they had in the town. She was wearing a clean tight fitting black gown with a hood both of which had cute little flower lace decorations on them, she also wore this large ornate diadem like object that covered her eyes possibly the thing that made her seem very strange but she continued on with a spring on herself as she looked for the next person in need*" }, { "author": "M'ralind Varangr", "message": "*Despite it being an unreasonably sunny day, one which might have made her skin scorch in pain had she not learned from her last experience in a forest, M'ralind had decided to head outside for the first time this week, taking a few precautions after having slept in a cave and having had to wrestle a bear because she forgot she could summon a sword. Wearing her usual black dress, which had a shorter skirt than one would expect from such a style as this one, she had purchased some boots which reached high enough that they covered the skin of her legs that the skirt did not. Although she had not managed to get some hood or such that fit with her clothing, she did at least purchase an umbrella, which she held a little distance above her head.*\n\n*To any outsider, the midget seemed to be quite literally a gothic Lolita, although that would be immediately changed if she just threw away the umbrella and put on her combat gloves. She hadn't been to this town before, actually, she hadn't been near anywhere she went for the most part as she travelled completely aimlessly. As such, she trod through the town, a small frown on her face with a slight bit of worry as she began to feel a little scared from the unfamiliar area, although not yet reduced to shivering.*" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "*Ellaine would have her cane out and extended as she waved it low to the ground using it as a way to see if there were gonna be any things that would accidentally trip her or something. As she was moving it she would accidentally hit someone that she was walking past, quickly Ellaine turned towards that person and apologized for what she did. She wasn't really at all that strong or powerful but she did know she still hurt that person*\n\n\"Oh my! I-I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to do that I didn't see that you were there!\" *She would say apologetically as she kinda felt bad that she hit them. She looked down and held out her hand towards the person* \"Umm uhh are you hurt in anyway?!? If you are I'd heal you free of charge! I-I really di-didn't mean to do wh-what I did...\" *She apologize once more while one might think she was over reacting if this was her in the past she would've been on the floor begging for forgiveness while kissing the person's boots but her interaction with Kyuu really boosted up her confidence and made her feel like she mattered alot more than she thought*" }, { "author": "M'ralind Varangr", "message": "*A small yelp came from the direction of the aforementioned stick victim as M'ra was thoroughly smacked in the back of her knee, making her trip onto the floor and fall flat on the ground with an* **Umph** *As a little bit of dust rose and she began to cough. What kinda idiot smacks someone in the back of the knee?! Turning herself back with an irritated expression, she saw Ellaine as she apologised frantically, picking herself up from the floor as she sighed deeply.* \n\n\"Haa, I don't know why you're walking around with a cane and swinging it about like that, lady, but my dress is all dirty now...\" *M'ralind totally hadn't even noticed that Ellaine was blind, being more concerned with the state of the white portions of her clothes and quickly picking up her umbrella before she began to burn again. Her face had a little dirt on it and her hands were scraped, but other than that she was completely fine.* \"No need ta apologise. I shoulda been payin' more attention. But these stains are a pain t' deal with... And I don't even got any money...\" *For the past few days, M'ra hadn't encountered any work whatsoever that she could do, and finally looked up at Ellaine, noticing at last her impaired vision.* \"O-oh! I'm sorry, I hadn't noticed that you can't... I apologise, really!\"" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"Miss h-how much mo-money do need? I-I'm willing to pa-pay for having your dress cleaned!\" *Ellaine would tell the now revealed woman or atleast she assumed to be woman from the voice. She kinda felt worse now since she should really have been more careful cause if they were a child she might have even hurt them alot more! Why was she so clumsy? She thought as a frown appeared on her face quickly she pulled out her coin pouch as she wanted to know how much she owed the woman for hurting her. If the woman sought to scam her this was the perfect moment as Ellaine was and seemed to be very weak willed and if someone told her right now that if she gave them 50 gold she would be saving children's lives she totally would've done it for the children!\n\n\"Y-You don't need to... To apologize miss it was really my fa-fault. I was the one who had hit you and my blindness shouldn't excuse me from that...\" *Ellaine would tell the woman as she did her best to fake a smile and pretend that she totally wasn't completely destroyed right now that she had made the woman trip and fall onto the floor!*" }, { "author": "M'ralind Varangr", "message": "\"What? No, I don't need money. Well, I do, but everyone does, so- Anyway. I really am sorry. I do admit that I'm quite small, so it's perfectly normal for you to not have noticed me.\" *Shaking her head and smiling gently, she gripped her umbrella a little bit tighter. She wasn't quite used to someone else being apologetic to her, that was more of her own gig for when she did something wrong. Nevertheless, she did have to clean her dress now, but it wasn't dirty enough to warrant spending money on it, especially since it didn't even have any blood on it from a monster since she had literally not found any work for days.*\n\n\"If you really insist on giving me something, I just need to know somewhere I can stay or get some quests really. In return, I'll help you around town for today. Sound good? 'S a win-win scenario!\" *With a cheery tone to her voice, M'ralind had a smile that could possibly be bright enough that even Ellaine could sense the radiance. From her own free time to her guilt over this incident, she had plenty of reasons why she felt like she should help the woman, although most of all, it was her overwhelmingly easy to control empathy.*" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"Oh well umm o-okay then! Uhh I live in the city of New Salvainia and th-there's quite a bit of quests and jo-hobs there. I-I really don't want to umm take up your time if yo... You're busy\" *Ellaine would tell the woman who actually seemed very nice! She even offered to help her while going about town but she still really felt bad about what she did so she didn't want to take up her time taking care of silly old her... But maybe she did need help doing things? Maybe she wasn't as capable as she thought she was? Maybe Kyuu was wrong about her?\n\nThese thoughts and doubts in her mind translated through her body as the way she stood and held her cane was alot less confident. Ellaine had a very fragile ego and one small crack of doubt could send her confidence and will just crashing down onto the floor. Ellaine would keep her coin pouch inside her bag but she still felt kinda sad/ bad about it*" }, { "author": "M'ralind Varangr", "message": "\"Well, actually, it's the fact that I have so little business that makes me need to do something. Even if I have eternity, what's the point if I spend it all trying to get enough money to scrape by?\" *Grudgingly scratching her head, she began to step around the healer in thought, noticing quickly the change in demeanour of her stance. Maybe she said something..?* \"Well, m' name's M'ralind! You can call me just M'ra though. If ya got monsters in ya house, I'll kill 'em, an' if ya've literally anythin' else I can do I'd gladly appreciate it because I'm absolutely broke! Yes, pitifully so!\" *Raising one hand to point upwards at the sky as she placed the other on her hips, she struck a pose, completely forgetting about the fact that it was a bright and sunny day and starting to squeal,* \"Ow ow ow ow! Ouch!\" *As she rapidly reached for her umbrella which had dropped to the floor.*\n\n\"What's your name?\"" }, { "author": "plague0886", "message": "\"H-Hello Mi-Miss M'ralind... I'm Ellaine, Ellaine Lokhart and uhh I'm sorry but I d-don't really have any monsters in my house... Nor do I have a house anyway I-I live in an Orphanage while caring for t-the children.\" *Ellaine would shyly tell the woman before she heard M'ralind just squeal loudly quickly she would ask them* \"Oh my goodness! What happened?!? Do you need help??? Are you hurt??? What can I do?\" *Ellaine asked as she heard something fall aswell she was very confused as to what had happened and how she recovered so quickly by hearing her ask what her name was.\n\nThis was quite a strange new person to meet but it seems like every week she meets different people that are stranger and stranger than the last. She met Miss Kyuu last time with her eyeball pulling, people murdering and great advice giving but now its Miss M'ralind and her monster killings as well as uhh... Sudden squealing?*" } ]

[ { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Staying silent as her skin was soothed by the soft blue light of Ellaine's spell, she smiled once more, putting her hands inside some pockets which her dress apparently had.* \"Ya don't have to worry about me healing, but I should have told ya. I just burnt myself a little in the sunlight, that's all.\" *Shrugging a little as she sighed, the girl spoke again.* \"I'm a vampire. Though, I only have been for a few years and I'm pretty clumsy. Just a few weeks ago, I almost died in a forest cause I took a nap for too long on the floor!\"" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"O-Oh my! Y-You're a v-vampire? I don't th-think I've ever met one before...\" *Ellaine would say as she was quite shocked about the fact that this woman was actually not alive....Its kind of scary if she was gonna be honest. Just the idea that a person is alive after death and that the sun can hurt you something she doesn't like the idea of at all! But this woman doesn't seem all that scary actually they were fairly nice! Ellaine would continue to speak doing her best not to show that the fact the woman was a vampire scared her alittle but if she was gonna be honest literally everything scared her* \"Umm you sh-should be careful? I'd rather not have...*A new friend of mine get burnt*\" *She'd whisper the last part shyly as she gripped her cane*" }, { "author": "M'ralind Varangr", "message": "\"Well, being careful is laaaaame. Plus, I'm going to be completely serious: I'm kinda stupid!\" *Smiling wryly, she scratched her cheek, feeling slightly embarrassed at herself.* \"I probably should be more careful... But hey, what's life without its problems? A-anyway, should we get going?\" *M'ra had started to get a little nervous again. Despite enjoying being with people far more than solitude, the public itself as something which made her anxious, so she wanted to get somewhere less crowded as soon as possible.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "*Ellaine would hum and would her head about to the tune that M'ralind was whistling. She could sort of understand why she thought that way but didn't really agree fully*. \"I-I don't really... I usually only b-buy what's n-necessary and uhh essential for m-me and the spare goes to buying my ch-children's toys so I don't really o-own instruments... Bu-but umm anyway m-maybe I can try? I've never really do-done it before.\" *Ellaine would say to M'ralind as she blushed slightly upon feeling the woman's hand on hers. She's never felt another woman's hands on hers... Aside from her late mother and her matrons*" }, { "author": "M'ralind Varangr", "message": "*Letting out a small giggle at the innocent blushing that Ellaine had, she nodded to herself.* \"I think I'll buy you one then, when I get the money. And don't you worry about me, food ain't that hard to come by. Plus, if you learn how to play, you can play some nice tunes for the kids, right?\" *Chuckling lightly, she guided Ellaine away from any obstacles that were on the path, trusting that she knew where to go.* \"I think I can still play a little flute, if I can remember how.\"" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"No!\" *Ellaine would shout out loudly to M'ralind before suddenly realizing that she just raised her voice at the woman. If she had any eyes to open you could be sure that they were wide as Ellaine reached her hand to her mouth covering it* \".....Did I just raise my voice? I-I'm so so sorry Miss M'ralind I di-didn't mean it, I don't know w-what came over me.\" *Ellaine would say turning her head down towards the ground sadly like a doggo who knows they did something wrong* \"I just don't want you to spend so much things on me, you're already struggling to get a job and you saying that you'll but me an instrument will take away from the things that you'll need. I'd prefer if you keep your money and I'll find another way to entertain the children.\" *Ellaine would say calmly as she thought what she wanted to say thoroughly before actually speaking it*" }, { "author": "M'ralind Varangr", "message": "\"Bah, I'm immortal for the most part. The only thing that I need to buy is food and even that I can just hunt in the forest. I'm plenty capable of it as well. You don't have to worry about me spending stuff.\" *Even though she was a bit spooked when Ellaine shouted at her, she rubbed her back warmly, putting her left hand to the task of holding her hand for now.* \"Plus, I've made plenty of friends by being saved before, like a faery who healed me when I was burning alive, or an Oni who pulled me out of a river when I was melting in it, or a priest who took out a table leg from my chest that got impaled in me during a bar fight! So, it's about time I help someone else instead of being helped. That, and, you're a nice lady Ellaine. I like ya already.\"" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"B-But that just makes me worry even more! You say you almost burned to death while sleeping in a forest and you almost melted in a river how could I not worry if that could happen when you go and hunt for food. Its best you save your money to get food more safely so you don't have to risk all this bad and scary things happening to you... You even burned yourself a few minutes ago.\" *Ellaine would say with conviction as she took her two hands and grasped to woman's. Her face was filled with concern as she just didn't like people getting hurt, its why she became a healer in the first place to help others who are hurt because when she was hurt she didn't have anyone to help her. She wanted to be that person and helping others prevent that sort of thing from happening just helps further her cause. If one were to pay attention Ellaine had stopped stuttering and this was because she was truly sure of what she was trying to say and this was one of those moment where she honestly just wanted to help*" }, { "author": "M'ralind Varangr", "message": "*M'ralind recoiled in surprise as her hand was taken in such a forward manner, her eyes widening in surprise as Ellaine spoke to her. She wasn't so used to being told no about helping people out, since most of the time people just accepted it as her being clumsy and telling her to be safer next time. Maybe that was what was wrong. Ellaine had even stopped stuttering at all while she said this, so should she really argue against it?* \"I... Don't think that you should worry like that about me... I don't have a problem with you worrying about me, in fact, it cheers me up to think you do, but I don't think you should. If I don't stay here, I might be forced to leave the place again because I can't afford any place to stay. If you want to be a little more relieved, my current options are to stay here, help you with the orphanage and earn a little extra money which I can use to help you, or be forced to leave again because I can't stay long enough to get a quest to do.\" *She understood Elaine's worries, but in a way, staying here to help her would be much safer than going about her job normally. She didn't know how to do it properly, and to top it off, she used to be the equivalent of a noble in her home. Her ways of managing money were worse than those of a child.* \"I feel more secure using my money to help you than to help myself.\"" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"But you don't need to help me M'ralind! You need this money alot more than I do! I'm saying this because if you fall on rough times cause you gave your money to help me I'm just gonna give it back to you anyways to try and help you. I want to help people in need and if you put yourself in danger and in need of assistance because of me then you're just gonna be helped by me, I'll feel alot more secure if you actually help yourself maybe buy yourself food that's going to last a long time or maybe use it to hire healers if you get hurt in the future or even just use it to pay the tavern you're staying at! I'm currently working hard and doing my best to earn money for the orphanage and its going well so you have no reason whatsoever to worry about me and my financial problems.\" *Ellaine would tell M'ralind trying her best to convince the woman to just not give her any money. She's already spoken about how she's struggling to find jobs and now she wants to give her hard earned money to her?!?! Why?!? Before one could help others they need to learn to help themselves first is one of the lessons her matrons taught to her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The four of you, Horace, Mai, Amsu, and Alder, would find yourself in front of a small town. It looks like it had recently been pillaged, buildings burned, ash and soot littering the ground. A tall, bearded man with black hair walks up to you in farmer's cloths. He's covered in soot, with a burn mark on his right cheek.*\n\n\"Hello, adventurers. We desperately need your help. We've been under attack by a cult. They've demanded supplies, money and hospitality. When we politely refused, they raided us, Burning all in their wake. We ask that you help eliminate these cultists, so we may rebuild in peace.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf would stand before the ruined town, dressed in his usual clothes and head wear. He would look over the destroyed village, slightly taken aback by it all. Particularly watching a small, still burning fire that was shown through a broken wall of a house-like structure. Perhaps surprisingly, the elf had never seen such destruction before. At most, a couple dead bodies or a destroyed building, but never an entire village. The ruined village would remind Horace of his own home and weather or not it was still standing. The thought of his old town being raided like this one while he was gone would weigh on his mind. Though a sense of relief would come over the elf as he remembered his competent elders and their ability to protect the town. He'd watch what he believed to be the opposite of how his village was for another moment or two.*\n\n*Though soon Horace would move on from the landscape as a figure would approach the group. Said group contained himself and Mai, his new found lover. Along with 2 others, one being amsu, a young boy who he considered robbing a great while back and a new face. If Horace remembered right, the bunny guy said his name was Alder or something. At least thats what he said when they first met a while ago, just before they reached the town. Horace was slightly relieved to know he already knew a couple team mates, though one or two of them probably considered the elf untrustworthy. Going back to the man that had approached them, Horace would listen to what he had to say, nodding along.*\n\"As long as i get paid, ill do mostly anything. Do you have any information on them, such as magic abilities or extra assets like hired Mercs?\"" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "After walking through some small towns, Mai learned of a mission, or rather, a raid in a village near where she was spending the night. She walked along a path that passed through a forest until she reached the village destroyed by what appeared to be a cult, judging by what she heard from other people. Mai was in her normal everyday clothes; no armor, as usual, her black clothing, her thigh accessory that had 3 throwing knives attached to it, her black gloves and the equipment that protected and improved the claws of her feet. Her blue hair could easily be seen from afar, caught in a slightly messy ponytail, which lay to one side, covering her left shoulder.\n\nMai would approach the rest of the figures, thinking she had been the last to arrive, and analyze each one carefully. The first was Horace, her first love and someone she would recognize even from afar. The rest of the people seemed unfamiliar to her, making sure she hadn't met any of the other two anywhere. If Amsu was without his concealment ability, Mai would mainly watch him before turning to the others and the villager. Was there anyone of her kind in the group, then? None of the people there could assume that she was a kemonomimi, after all, she was always with her concealment ability, even for reasons that no one knows.\n\nAs Mai looked at the village behind the villager in front of them, she felt a little sorry despite not showing it. The people who destroyed this place may have caused damage that cannot be repaired. Her eyes would turn to the man with the beard and she would pay attention to what Horace was asking him, waiting for an answer so she could ask him about any questions she might have.\n\n.\n*Cultists...* If Mai's memory serves her well, she had already killed some cultists in the past. She was a lot quieter back then, and a little different than today. It hadn't been that difficult at the time. If she is not mistaken, in fact she had two more teammates, both a little strange, but each with a different personality. After that she went towards a guild that serves to catch bandits, or something like that. She never went back there. Maybe it would be good if she went to that place one day again. People looked cool. And maybe she could learn more than she already knows. Knowledge is always good, especially after almost dying on a mission." }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*It was quite a long while for Amsu to make his way over here, but along the way he had seemingly ran into that one rude thief from a long time ago... He didn't really expect him to be taking a quest like this. Maybe he wasn't quite the arse that he makes himself out to be? Who knew, but for now what mattered was finishing the quest with the help of the two other strangers.*\n\n*Amsu would at the moment, be covering most of his upper body with a dark brown hooded cowl. Underneath the cowl one could make out the gleam of steel, the steel being his well-made cuirass... Which just so happened to be his only article of armor. The rest of his wear was rather well made for travelling through the wild, but nothing that could give special protection against arrows or swords. He usually does this because he wants to focus on his stealth and not looking too much like a threat, but Amsu begun to think that he should really invest a bit more into his own protection... Probably after this, get some greaves and gauntlets. Even if they were just leather, it would be better than nothing.*\n\n\"It's horrible what's happened to this village... Do you know where all the other villagers are? I don't remember passing by any group on our way here, did they take hostages? I can try to heal your burn if it's a bother for you.\"" }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "Strolling up with the others Alder was wearing a large dark green coat over his other clothing, which was just a rather normal shirt and pants with a simular cuirass overtop as Amsu. Figitting with his large rabbit ears he took in the scene before him. He shuddered a little thining of his hometown, a small farming town much like how this one seemed to be. Feeling fortunate that this fate had not befallen his home, everthing that he had ever known at that time been buned to the ground. A stone seemed to have landed in his chest as he watched the fires, trying to imagine the dispair of the villagers." } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The man would speak up.*\n\n\"Everyone is safe, except for just a few burns. It's obvious they did this as a warning.\"\n\n*A few buildings would remain standing. People could be seen inside them.*\n\n\"As you can tell, they are fire mages. However, they're also decent at normal combat as well. The other villages are far from here. We're the first. My burn will heal in time.\"\n\n*Fortunately, the burn didn't seem serious.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"If this was a 'warning', i'd hate to see a full on attack... Fire mages? Huh, seems like every cult now and days has a thing for fire... Or they're all just one *Big* Cult... Okay, one more question; do you know their general location?\"\n*The elf would stand patiently, waiting for a response. The last cult he'd slaughtered also used fire magic, so could they be connected? Who knew really, this web was only known to the spider who made it after all.*\n\n*Turning back to his allies, he would take note of their abilities for tracking. After all, if the villagers didn't know the cult's location, then we'd have to track them. Mai could make use of her panther form for tracking, as she did when we went after Styx. Amsu was an unknown, since they'd never fought together with/against each other. And finally the bunny man... Maybe those big bunny ears could do something, the elf wasn't sure as to what though.*" }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "Mostly just lost in his thoughts Alder continued to fiddle with his ears, apparently a habit of his. His usually quite chipper attitude rather dampened by the scen before him. \n\nLooking around and the goup that he had landed with he hoped the were a bit more.. Preared for this than him. He wanted to help but he wasn't much of a fighter himself. Mostly being a healer with some experience hunting and weapons for self defence.." }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "~~I make post very s00n~~" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"I already had a mission with a group. We had to kill some cultists, but I don't remember they had fire magic... Oh how I hate that kind of magic.\"\n\nMai sighed with a tone of mild annoyance, one of her hands resting on her cheek, where she had been burned from her last mission. Although it was not serious, her skin was still a little different, but it was almost completely recovered. She removed her hand from her face after rubbing her cheek for a moment, placing her hand on her hip as she waited for the man's response to Horace. There were not many questions to ask, since the elf had already asked everything." }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu was pretty satisfied with that answer, it was good to know that there wouldn't be hostages or any unnecessary risks during the quest. The question of where they had set up was good, but he decided to speak up...*\n\n\"On the question of where they are, could we also get a rough number on how many there were? If it were mages, then it wouldn't take too many to burn down a village... But it would also be a waste. People plundering to take any items of worth, or gold?\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The man nodded.*\n\n\"They are up north. 5 miles from here.\"\n\n\"There was also about 3 cultists, and a leader.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Is... Is the bunny guy itchy or something...? Why is he just messing with his ears? Does he have like a tick or something in his ear? Horace has no idea what the hell was going on with Alder. Yet it somehow bothered the elf greatly for a few moments until Mai spoke. He'd look over to her, watching as she proclaimed her hatred of fire magic. The elf didn't think too poorly of it, then again it did almost burn off his balls that one time... Yeah, fire magic actually sucks.*\n\n*Horace would watch as she raised her hand, feeling as if he should say something but not knowing what exactly. It was a strange sensation that he received from Mai ever since they got together. He felt like they should do more things that a couple would do, like go on dates or something. But it felt hard to even talk to the girl, let alone spend time with her. Relationships were all so confusing... They were the one part Horace could never understand. Not even being in one revealed its secrets. Horace would sigh, looking back over to Amsu as they began to speak.*\n\n*Good question... Horace had almost forgotten to ask that himself, yet he was usually the one to get the information. Perhaps Amsu was more capable than the elf thought? Then again, he might be overestimating the Kemonomimi since he really only asked one question. Whatever skill level Amsu was at, Horace only hoped he was at least somewhat competent... As the villager answered their questions, the elf would nod.*\n\"Interesting... Fewer members than the last, but that might mean more skill... Well, thank you for the information. We'll be sure to get rid of those cultists for you. In exchange for pay of course.\"\n\n*Despite the villager's answer, Horace would then turn to his temporary comrades.*\n\"Well, you all know what we're up against. Though I'd like to know more about what you all can do so can at least have a plan for formation.\"" }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "Unconcerned about what people thought of it. He continued to stroke his ears, no real good reason just liked the feeling of the soft fur. \n\"Good thing they thought of these questions, I would've been screwed\"\nHe mumbled to himself as they talked, feeling it would be awkward if he tried to jump in now. Not that he really had much to say either way." }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai stood there waiting for the answers the man had to give, thinking a little about events that had happened to her in the past few months. At first she thought that coming this way and leaving her home kingdom was idiocy that she was doing, but it seems that it was worth it to have been through all these things. She glanced at Horace and noticed that he was looking at her. It was no different for Mai. She didn't quite know how to act when she was... Someone's girlfriend. If the elf considered her that way. The mood seemed to be strange at the moment, but she would wait until some time when they could talk and try to talk to him. This was neither the time nor the place to play loving, they needed to help those people.\n\nShe would look at the rest of the group and look at each one again, but with more calm and attention. It looked like a group... Not so diverse. But it was only because three were kemonomimis. She hoped that Alder or Amsu would have a healing power, since she already knew that neither she nor Horace had such an ability. And since their opponents had fire magic, a healer was very important in this mission. Mai would turn to her companions again and answer Horace's question, although the elf already knew the answer, the other two did not.\n\n\"My weapons are my claws and these knives here...\" She patted her thigh accessory, continuing to explain her abilities and skills. \"My only power is to become a panther. But it is not a cause for concern, I manage to manage on my own most of the time. My only problem is going to be their magic, which I hate with all my heart.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*After nodding to the information given by the villager and Mai, Amsu decided to speak up. There was no real rush since the cultists hadn't taken anyone hostage, but it was still possible that they could be soon... Or waiting on some kind of reinforcements.*\n\n\"My name is Amsu and I'm skilled at healing. I also have a summon and one attack spell. I've been attempting to learn a barrier spell, but sadly I wasn't able to learn it before this quest.\"\n\n*Once he was done with his small introduction, he'd cross his arms on his chest while waiting for the last two to shed some light on what they could do.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would attempt to just ignore Alder this time, as his constant scratching was driving him crazy for no reason. The elf would release another sigh as Mai spoke yet again, explaining her abilities of which Horace already knew. He would only nod along, waiting for the other two to finish before answering himself. Amsu's answer was brisk, yet informative, 2 Rouges and a healer, huh? This might be difficult... God, where are all the strong, tank-like people in the world? The elf would scratch his head in subtle annoyance before looking towards the rabbit. He didn't answer the question? Why!? Maybe this mission would be more annoying than difficult, who knew, maybe this was actually a dream team... Never the less, it seemed to be his turn.*\n\n\"Alright then, the names Horace as two of you already know. My weapons are a long sword, bow, and daggers. Im mainly single target elimination, but i can be mostly anywhere. Support with my bow, front lines with my longsword, or behind the enemy with dagger, although i prefer the last option. Uh, for spells, i have summons, buffs, a distraction/line of sight breaker and a little something for my bow.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "~~it's his turn when we actually leave to go to the cultists~~" }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "\"Oh, uh\"\nSuddenly coming back to reality he guessed he had been asked something by the way they were looking at him. Something about his skills maybe with what Horace said? He blushed a little in the awkward situation.\n\"I uhh, well I typically use my sling as my weapon, and most of my magic has to do with healing. Though in a pinch I can use a sword and shield too\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I suppose if that's all, we should start heading north. I don't have a lot of sensing capabilities, so can someone that has more experience lead the way? Wouldn't want to step into a trap and endanger ourselves.\"\n\n*Amsu's arms were still crossed, looking to each member of their group. His ears were perked up and he had a determined look in his eyes. It was time to go capture the cultists, if possible, and stop them from doing any more damage.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"Well, I assume I can try to find them in my panther form. But I don't think I could take you on my back. Let's try it out, but I think it would be... Weird.\"\n\nMai preferred to wait for their answers to make sure everyone agreed with the idea. The only problem with her panther form was after turning back, which could cause several unpleasant situations. She approached Horace and smiled a little, her cold gaze looking at him as she brought her face up to his ear, whispering with a soft voice.\n\n\"You know, right? You better not lose any of my clothes.\"\n\nShe turned again, without the smile on her lips, and sighed. Mai seemed to be concentrating for a moment. Thus, her eyes shone blue for a moment before the kemonomimi transformed into a large adult black panther. The panther had 2.8m of length, nose to tail, and a height of 120cm. After transforming, her clothes dropped to the ground. She would look around and then to Horace, seeming to try to smell anything that could lead them to the cultists." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the 4 of you traveled north, you would soon reach the forest, clustered with trees. However, the cultists had left visible footprints, allowing them to be tracked easily. It seems like they had made camp, and were currently discussing. Approaching closer would allow you to see them.*\n\n\"Hey boss, who we hitting next?\"\n\n\"Patience, Dankirk. We should gather the rest. Then we'll be able to take an even larger city hostage.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "`plummi you must exist somewhere else`\n\n`you have given up your soul by becoming staff`\n\n~~no, they just take it from you with their contract.~~" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*So the bunny was a healer too?! Well, at least he could use a sword and shield in a fight... With their abilities in mind, no particular formation would come to the elf's mind. At most, Amsu and Alder would be towards the back, healing while Mai and him fought. Maybe either Mai or him could go out on their own and have Alder help protect Amsu? Horace's train of thought would soon be interrupted by Amsu's words. The Kemonomimi seemed impatient despite his usual goody goody personality he so often displayed. Then again, he was right in a way. The quicker they fought and finished, the quicker they all got to go home.*\n\n*Horace would once again look to Mai as she spoke. The mere mention of her panther form bringing humorous memories to the elf. A grin would appear on his face as he remembered, though the face mask would render it invisible. Though Mai's sudden approach would slightly catch him off guard. Her smiling face making the elf feel subtle embarrassment. He'd hold his ground as she leaned into his ear, blushing slightly as she whispered.*\n\"Y-yeah... Ill hold on to them for you...\"\n\n*Horace would release a nervous chuckle as she turned around, sighing slightly. A few images would come to mind, though he'd soon banish them. This was a mission and the elf couldn't be having any weird thoughts. He'd shake his head slightly as she transformed into her panther form. Horace would then pick up Mai's fallen clothes and quickly folding them in a neat fashion. Holding the clothes in his hand, he'd use his other to pet the panthers head a little.*\n\"Amsu and Alder will be in the back with Mai and i in the front. Alder, either Mai or i might break off from the group for a sneak attack, in which case you'll serve as another protector for Amsu if needed. Now lets get going, yeah?\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "~~I like how amsu's the giant character~~" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*As they approached the encampment, the elf would make sure to stay hidden. Using his natural stealth abilities and such, he'd take a moment to observe the bandits. The elf would whisper to himself as he listened in to the two talk.*\n\"'The rest'? Theres more?\"\n*Horace would sigh, turning back to the group. His gaze noticeably resting on the panther before he'd walk up to her. The elf would place the folded clothes on the panther's back, expecting her to go behind a nearby tree or something.*\n\"Don't you worry, no one will peek~\"\n\n*The elf would then look back to the others.*\n\"Alright, seeing how we have the element of surprise, Mai or I will come from behind. Alder, you're up.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "Having pulled out his shield, which was now strapped to his arm, and and sling he too huddled behind the bushes. \n\"I'm up? Like you just want me to shoot them?\"\n\"Shouldn't you not be next to you when I do that?\"\nBoth his hands occupied he wasn't touching his ears, though they were now flattened under his helmet anyways as he titled his head quizically. Ready to load one of his lead slugs and fire at the cultists whenever the time came." }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "When they arrived, the panther walked a little way away from them and stopped behind a tree, taking care that her clothes did not fall on the ground as she walked. Mai transformed back into her human form and started dressing again. *'It reminds me of my first days in this place... But after all, who are these people? Why disturb people's lives and destroy a village? I think we'll have to teach them a lesson.'* She thought for a moment before turning around and trying to look at the cultists. \n\n After a moment, she would return to the group, making as much silence as possible as she walked. Her hair was a little messy, a lock of her bangs falling over her blue eyes. When orienting herself on what they were talking about, she glanced at the cultists, if possible, and then back at the group.\n\n\"It would be better to wait for the rest of the group, no? If we kill them now, the others can escape. Although, can we also kill this one now, hide the bodies and wait for the others?\" She paused for a moment to think. \"Actually, it can be a risk, since we don't know where the rest is... \" She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment to think more." }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I think we should hit them now. Their leader is right in front of us, so even if he won't tell us where the last two are we can put a dent into their plans. Although there is always the chance that he's fine with telling us where the remaining members of his team are supposed to be.\"\n\n*Once Amsu was done voicing his opinion, he would activate his `blurry` and `silent` perks. This would hopefully allow the kemonomimi to avoid detection when he decided to then use `spider climb` to get up a tree with relative ease. The leaves up here could block most if not all of his presence... Leaving it to the other three to do the frontline assault once they were settled into a plan.*\n\n~~if you need specification it's the tree to their right~~" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the four approached, Amsu would be able to climb the tree with relative ease, allowing him to take his position on a 3 meter tall tree. The others would be able to spot the cultists, grouped around the campfire.*\n\n*There seemed to be 3 normal cultists, each with a gambeson and almain rivet and helmet. Their thighs and upper arms were protected by said armor, but not their legs. One cultist would have an arming sword and strapped kite shield, one would wield a broad, heavy spear, and another would have a strapped kite shield and warhammer, with a top spike and beak on the back end. The leader was decked out in full steel armor, colored like flames. His helm didn't seem to have any holes in it. In his lap was a large pollaxe, with a top spike, hammer head and axe head.*\n\n*The swordsman would suddenly pause.*\n\n\"Someone's here.\"\n\n*The 4 of them would all stand up, now at attention. The swordsman would level his sword to the south.*\n\n\"Show yourselves!\"" }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "\"Well gotimeIguess!\"\nPopping the lead slug into his sling he ran out from behind the tree towards the right of the page. Raising his hand above his head to swing his sling and launch the slug at the head of the poleaxe weilding cultist. Then turning to continue to the right, towards that smaller tree 3 tiles from the right of the page. Hopefully drawing their attention a little, keeping his sheild between him and the cultists to try to ward off any ranged counterattacks." }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Upon hearing that their surprise attack had been ruined, Mai began to think of some other plan that worked. She took advantage of her *Blurry* And *Silent* Skills and walked against the tree to an angle that could see the cultists, but that they couldn't see. If she was not seen, Mai would take a knife from her thigh accessory and aim for the spear cultist, throwing it directly at his right leg.\n\nIf they detected her and her position was revealed, she would come out of hiding and stare at them with a wry smile. Mai would try to attract their attention to the fullest, allowing the others to attack. Mai would grab her knife and throw it into the air, taking it again in her hand, repeating the action a few times. Her other hand would move to her blue hair and run her fingers through the strands of her bangs.\n\n\"Hi boys.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Upon hearing the cultist's call out for the group, the elf would face palm. \"Fuck.\". Horace would take a position behind a tree, hiding as the others did the same. God, the plan went to shit in a matter of a couple seconds... So much for that. The elf would look around, seeing his comrades take action. At least they were competent, or seemed to be.*\n\n*Finally being the last to act, the elf would remain in his spot behind the tree. Drawing his bow out from under his cloak with his right hand while the left would reach to his right side where a small quiver could be seen, if only slightly. He would draw an arrow from it, silently knocking it into his bow. Pulling back the bow's string and aiming for the spear men. Specifically his left leg, as if both Mai and him were successful, they might be able to immobilize him before the true fight began.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The spearman's unprotected legs would prove to be easy targets, both knife and arrow sinking into his thighs, and sinks to his knees. A spear throw would prove uneffective. However, the spear is dropped, and his hand glows red. A massive fireball is thrown at the Mai coming out from behind the tree.*\n\n*The leader would see the sling user run out from the tree and immediately get into a fighting position. The lead slug catches the edge of the helmet, not a direct hit, but still powerful. The leader, however, seemed to brush it off like nothing. Creating a rune in his hand, he tosses it down, creating a fiery circle, and a red armored knight would push out of it, wielding a large zweihander.*\n\n*The lead slug would somehow keep moving, and after glancing off the leader's helmet, would sink into the swordsman's shield. Said swordsman and hammer user begin to move forward, the swordsman moving at Mai, and the hammer user moving towards Alder, who doesn't seem to notice Amsu in the tree. Horace seems to be seen though, as he had poked out to fire his bow.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu stays in the tree while slowly unhooking the metal cane that was attached to his back, underneath his hooded cowl.*" }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "Seeing the maceman charging him he continued to run onwards, up towards the bigger tree on the right of the page. Hoping that Amsu in the tree could help with him. There wasn't much he could do against a sheilded opponent, so he just continued to try to stay out of his reach. Loading his sling with a bullet once more he fired it at the boss with a grunt once reaching the . Aiming to knock his head again, hopefully with more sucess this time." }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Seeing the massive fireball coming towards her, Mai tried to dodge and run away from the trees as far as she could, staying two blocks away to the left from the swordsman. Fighting him would be pretty boring and difficult, since her claws wouldn't work very well against him, who had a shield and a sword. *'Tsk... Damn it.'* Becoming a panther could be a good option, since at least she had more strength and resistance. While she was still thinking about good options and the cons of each, she took another knife from her thigh accessory and threw it towards the swordsman's left leg.\n\n*'Come on Mai, you already faced a guy like that. The only difference is that this one has armor and is not a stupid Oni. Pfft...'* She smirked and stared at the swordsman. The claws of her hands began to extend, those of her feet already extended and protected by her equipment, she moved her fingers a little as if she was stretching them. *'Just try to take that sword from him... There must be some way. If not, it looks like the kitten will have to show up again.'* She thought." }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf would grin slightly as he saw the spearmen drop to his knees. Both shots were successful, which was a little amazing. Though his grin would soon disappear as the man's hand grew red and a fireball was shot at Mai. Fire magic, the elf had almost forgotten they could use that after seeing their heavily armored state. Horace trusted that she could successfully dodge it. Though his attention would soon be drawn by a fiery red circle, seemingly created by the boss. The new opponent that would arise from the circle would make Horace's stomach drop. He wasn't expecting something like that, and now the odds were almost in the opponents favor. 5 vs 4, if you counted the downed man who could still shoot fire.*\n\n*Horace would draw another arrow from his quiver while looking around. He expected some sort of attack, weather it be a spell of a sword, but nothing seemed to come. Perfect for him, as he could support his comrades without worrying about himself. The elf would knock the arrow into his bow, proceeding to draw the string. He would once again aim, though at the swordsmen who was charging Mai. He'd aim for the chest, mainly the center where the heart rested. The elf didn't really expect the arrow to do much damage, perhaps distracting the swordsmen so Mai could make something happen.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Amsu would remain hidden from sight, and his summon would continue to be summoned without interruption. Good.*\n\n*Mai's dagger and Horace's arrow would both clash against the shield, both rendered harmless and now sticking out of the shield. The swordsman would continue to charge at Mai.*\n\n\"For the flame!\"\n\n *Slings would prove to be inaccurate, especially when moving. The lead slug flies into a nearby tree, lodging itself in the wood. Meanwhile, the leader's hand glows bright red, and a stream of fire is launched, creating a wall of flames. He would speak up, his voice harsh and blunt.*\n\n\"You are fools to cross us. The flame burns all.\"\n\n*The spearman would launch another Flaming Bale at Horace, this time, at the west side of the tree. The large summon with the zweihander was also seemingly closing in.*\n\n*With Alder, the hammerman would simply run towards him, unsure of where he was, until he saw the glow of fire.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "ᵐʸ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒ ˢⁿᵉᵃᵏʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵒʳᵃᶜᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉᵉ ⁱᵗ, ⁺²⁰ ᵘᵖ ᵏᵗʰⁿˣ" } ]

[ { "author": "felplume", "message": "2 meter diameter tree" }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "Frowning at his missed shot Alder reloaded his sling as he waited the following cultist to show himself, his path forward blocked off by the stream of fire. Swinging his sling he readied himself to shoot at him as soon as he appeared a tree. Than if that happened preparing to dart off further to the right, bouncing and running off further to avoid melee." }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would frown slightly as he saw his arrow imbed itself in the swordsmen's shield. The failure was too be expected, yet still disappointing. A sense of worry came over the elf as the swordsmen continued to charge Mai. Though he'd soon have to turn his attention towards his attackers. They seemed to be boxing him in with the fire cutting off his retreat to the left and the knight pushing him in. Not a good situation, though he still had two options left. 1; Retreat backwards and attempt to shoot the knight while he moved. Or 2; Try to climb the tree before the knight arrives and then shoot the spearmen.*\n\n*A tough choice indeed, but climbing now of all times would leave him open. As such, Horace would draw another arrow, knocking it into his bow, and beginning his retreat backwards. He'd also aim to shoot an arrow at the flaming knight who'd be in the gap between the two trees during his escape.*\n``Moved two squares south, then one square east to get behind the tree.``" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai sighed with a little frustration when she saw the man protecting himself with his shield. For now what she could do was at least let him out of the fight, and hope that the rest of the group could deal with the other problem. She continued to walk backwards, looking in the direction of the man, and being careful not to hit any tree. She walked two blocks up and then one to the left. Hopefully, the plan she was forming could perhaps work. If it didn't work? Then she could die, simple. Often, Mai simply improvised while fighting, as she preferred not to assume things and end up doing badly like many people. After all, nobody knows for sure what can happen.\n\nShe would set her eyes on the arrow and knife stuck in the man's shield and then turn her attention to him, her right hand taking another knife from her accessory and throwing it at the man. *'This is going to be fun.'* She thought, a smirk forming on her lips. Mai would speak with a calm tone in her voice, although she did not like to speak while fighting, she loved to provoke others in some way.\n\n\"Don't you think this is a horrible thing? Burning a village and hanging out with idiots like you and your little friends there? Pfft! What a boring life.\" She paused for a moment, her fingers stretching as her claws extended. \"You better not lose to a woman, huh?\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Seeing to it that everyone was doing their best in this situation, it was now time for Amsu to strike! His cast iron cane that he had slowly unhitched from his side was now firmly gripped by both his hands... And directed towards the bandit to his right. Amsu would jump off the tree and fall towards said bandit to his right. If everything went according to his thoughts, he would be able to get a powerful plunging attack around or on the man's head.*\n\n*After that?... Well... By then he should have his summon fully out, then have it act as a living shield and soldier, while ensuring everyone didn't die in this situation. Hopefully this bandit's head was thick enough, or helmet braced enough, that this hit wouldn't prove to be instantly fatal.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Alder would continue uninterrupted as Amsu's blow catches the man off guard, landing a direct blow on the hammerman's helmet. He stumbles back, trying to shake off the effects of the blow, then faces his opponent, looking like he's taken a hard blow, which he has.*\n\n\"Sneaky Oriate... I'll give you that.\"\n\n\n*The man would look almost offended at Mai's words, before getting struck in the leg by the knife. He would grunt in pain, but would continue on. He would be slower though, walking with a slight limp.*\n\n\"Those who oppose the flame all burn. As you shall!\"\n\n*The swordsman's blade bursts into flames, and he takes a wild, diagonal swing at Mai. The spearman would have fired another spell, but his comrade was simply too close.*\n\n*The summon would continue on, and simply switch targets to Amsu's eldritch apparition, attempting to deliver an overhead strike with it's zweihander.*\n\n*The leader would take note of Horace's disappearance. His hand glows red again, and another stream of flame is launched, hitting the tree that Horace is hiding behind. It's a lot of mana he's using though.*\n```Hammer user is injured from Amsu's blow!\nLeader is running out of mana!```" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai would watch as the man set the sword on fire. *You're kidding me, right? What did I do to deserve this... Damn it.'* At least the thought would turn into a smirk when the man was hit in the leg. *'So I'm going to have to attack there? With that sword it will be difficult to get close to you.'* She thought. Mai's eyes look around for something that might help her, but she was interrupted when she saw the man attacking her. She would try to dodge the attack with a quick step back. It looked like the situation was one to worry about now. Getting away from the group *That much* Was bad, if she needed help, or the other way around, there would be nothing to do. She would look at him with a look of sarcasm, pretending to be sad.\n\n\"Aw, it makes me very sad! After all, a beautiful woman like me shouldn't die, it would be a waste.\" Mai held on to keep from laughing and continued to talk, hoping she wouldn't be interrupted. \"Don't you feel anything? Are you really going to kill a woman? What a coward...\"\n\nShe would take her penultimate throwing knife and throw it in the direction of the man's leg that wasn't hurt. In case she got it right, Mai would try to sweep kick the man, focusing her claws on his legs. If that didn't work out, well... Mai would have to find a way out of that disadvantage. If he tried to hit her while she was still close to the ground, Mai would try to use her good reflexes to dodge an attack. However, she also had the idea of ​​becoming a panther in mind. So, anything she would just have to focus a little more and she would become a panther. Just as her eyes showed, she was not afraid at that time. She would do anything to win, and she would not hesitate for a moment." }, { "author": "mzery.", "message": "Will the sword kill her?" } ]

[ { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "Now able to see the Cultest, whoe seemed to be focused on someone who was not him, he redirected himself to go a little further towards the bottom of the page (one tile). Then from the better angle line up his shot at the back the man's head. Letting out a slight grunt as he hurled his bullet towards him." }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would release a sigh of relief as he saw the summon change targets. His arrow seemed to miss, though that was just fine for him since he escaped. The elf would draw another arrow from his quiver. Though that moment of relief he felt after escaping would soon end as the tree he hid behind caught fire. This made Horace jump with fear by the sudden attack, as he began to think of what to do.*\n \"Shit! I gotta get out of here!\"\n\n*Horace would then begin too move to the left, towards the northern tree. Hiding behind the tree for a moment, he'd prepare himself by knocking his arrow into his bow. Poking himself out and drawing his bow string, he'd aim his bow once more at the downed spear men. His goal was to kill him off for good, his arrow aiming for the head. He'd take a deep breath, hope for the best and release the string, sending his arrow flying through the air.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu got back to a standing position rather quickly, realizing that the man was still rather conscious and able. Damn... This man's head must've been really thick, or that helmet must be very high end. Deciding to not linger on those thoughts however, it was time to defend himself. Amsu would assume a wide stance and keep his cane trained on the bandit like you would with a sword... Soon catching a glance of Alder preparing to whip something over at his direction. Putting his hopes on a easy KO with that bullet, Amsu would run at him head on. Maybe this guy would get defensive against Amsu and leave himself wide open for that bullet?*\n\n*As for Amsu's apparition, it would materialize out of the ground and quickly be greeted by something attempting to cleave it in half. With just being born into the world presently, it wasn't really capable of more complicated thought... So it just sprinted straight toward it. Using it's forearms to protect the head, the summon would expend some of Amsu's mana to empower this tackle and possible bash the enemy to the ground.*\n`Empowered Strike 5 mana, 2.5 mana regen, 47.5/50 left` ||I think?||" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Mai would easily be able to land both attacks the man now on his side, and both legs with knives in them. The swordsman falls down, his shield arm up. He grits his teeth, and tries to push himself to his knees.*\n\n\"You resist the flame. That is all I need.\"\n\n*Stabbing his sword into the ground, his hand would glow bright red, and afterward, a massive cone of flames would burst from his palm towards the assassin.*\n\n*The hammerman would take a diagonal swing at Amsu, quite obvious due to his weapon of choice as well as his head injury. Amsu's metal cane as well as the lead sling would slam into his head, and knock him out cold. It looks like he had planned the attack before Amsu had charged.*\n\n*However, this meant that Amsu left himself open. The hammer would end up slamming into his shoulder, breaking several bones, massive blunt trauma applied to his shoulder.*\n\n*The spearman would find an arrow in his skull, now dead. The leader look at his dead follower, and sighs.*\n\n\"Had potential.\"\n\n*He would begin to walk towards Horace.*\n\n*The apparition's upper arm would be cleaved right through by the powerful zweihander, and force itself halfway through the other. The charging skeleton would then find the crossguard of the blade jammed in it's face, breaking its nose and sending it back.*\n```Warhammer cultist is knocked out!\nSpearman cultist is dead!\nAmsu gets a severe injury on his left shoulder!```" } ]

[ { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai smirked when she saw the man fall, but her joy was short-lived when she realized that the man was casting an ability toward her. She would throw herself to the side and roll over, hoping she wouldn't be hit and have some serious injury. After recovering from the roll, hurt or not, Mai's eyes would fix on the man and would glow blue for a moment. *'You are very persistent... But I am more...'* She thought before transforming herself into a big and intimidating panther.\n\nUpon transforming, she would escape the fire that the man threw at her, turn around and run while he directed the fire at her. If she managed to escape the fire that was chasing her, Mai would try to jump on the man. If possible, she would sink her teeth into his helmet while her heavy body left him in place, and her paws and claws pierced his legs, practically clinging to him. Her front claws would try to reach to his face and cut with with her claws." }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "Seeing his foe crumple to the ground he exhailed in releif but victory was still far away. Turing again he begain to dash towards the clearing, running around the massive tree on his right. Spotting the foes in through the trees ahead.\n\"Amsu! You doing alright?!\"\nHe hollered out, hearing Amsu take some impact from behind the tree." }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf would watch as his arrow sunk into the spearman's head. A perfect shot if he knew one. Though his congratulating of himself would be cut off as the sight of the boss approaching came into view. This would cause a panic within Horace as he had no real way of taking him down. All his methods would take no affect on a man with armor that had no weaknesses. All he could do for now was run and try to escape for his teammates to help.*\n\n*Horace would snap his fingers, producing a small, granite stone in his hands. The elf would throw it onto the floor, creating a thick fog. With the line of sight broken, Horace would move backwards, behind the tree to his left. He would use his natural stealth abilities in an attempt to hide from the boss until he could get his baring's.\n``Fog Cloud Used (10 Mana cost, 2.5 mana regen, 92.5 Mana remaining.)``" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu would be whimpering to himself, having stifled a cry of pain from his shoulder being absolutely shattered from that hit... No wonder the guy didn't go down after a head bash delivered from on high, apparently he was fmcking Hercules. That extra bit of head trauma though managed to put him down, so Amsu would be channeling his mana into the wound with his `healing touch`...*\n\n\"I'm fine, I can heal myself... Although it'll take some time, because of the severity. Help the others.\" *Amsu would sniffle quite loudly and wipe a tear from his eye, which would lead him to holstering his cane and grip onto the wounded shoulder... Hobbling behind the tree to take some cover*\n\n*As for the summon... It didn't really give a shit that it's arm and nose had been shattered. Digging it's left foot into the ground to stop it from stumbling back too far, it would then use it's still empowered remaining arm to swing for a uppercut into the zweihander wielding menace's jaw.*\n\n~~oop lemme do mana~~\n\n`Healing touch: severe wound (20 mana) , 2.5 regen , 30/50 mana left`" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Horace's spell wouldn't hinder the man's movement, but he would look around, unable to see in the dense fog. It looks like he's lost Horace, but then catches sight of the other two through the blaze he created, hefting his pollaxe.*\n\n*The apparition would be able to deal a good uppercut, which would have dealt massive damage to any unarmored man. The summon though, was armored, and takes a single step back, almost into the flames. He regains his balance though and swings its zweihander again in a diagonal swing, from right to left.*\n\n*Mai would end up taking the worst injury. As Mai dashes to the side and hides behind a tree, the cultist picks up his fallen blade. As Mai leaps onto him, he swung brazenly, the blade being set alight and slicing deep into Mai's left side, using that momentum to also roll away to his knees. The wound would not only slice into her, but it would also coat the open flesh in burning pitch, further damaging the already serious wound. The fatal strike would also force Mai back into her human form.*\n\n\"Look who's talking now, bitch!\"" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Upon being attacked with the sword, Mai would fall to the ground and immediately transform back into her human form. The burn and the wound itself made her practically scream in pain, her hand tried to hold the wound to try to delay the bleeding, but that would cause even more pain. *'What a mess, Mai...'* She thought after glancing down toward the wound and seeing how grave it was. And the worst of it was not having your clothes at the moment, making the situation even more uncomfortable. Eventually, the blood formed a small puddle under her. All she wanted now was to be able to end that guy right next to her, but how in that state? Well, for Mai, giving up was not an option! Upon hearing the man's words, Mai literally started to laugh in the face of danger, some gasps and groans between laughter, while her blue eyes looked at the cultist out of the corner of her eyes. She still had a letter up her sleeve, and she needed to use it now. Mai coughed a bit before speaking.\n\n\"F-For now I still talk, silly... Don't think that an idiot like you will end my life, pffft!\" She continued to laugh and cough. \"B-But you know, this fight wasn't that bad... *Cof Cof*\"\n\nUsing her words as a distraction for the man, which she hoped would work or at least give her time, Mai took the chance and slowly moved her right hand toward her clothes, pulling them close to her. Maybe that seemed harmless, or maybe the cultist wasn't that stupid, but she would take the last knife she had hidden from her clothes. Still hiding her hand in her clothes, Mai would try to throw the knife at the man's face, thinking that maybe she would have the advantage of being closer to him and able to aim better. That was the last thing she had to help herself in that situation.\n\nIf it worked, she would continue to laugh ~~like a psychopath~~ and would then close her eyes for a moment, her hand trying to hold the wound if possible. She would have that moment to be able to think a little. *'I'm not going to die, right? I don't think I can, especially after that...'* She glanced from the corner of her eyes, looking for Horace for a moment. A smile from the corner of her mouth would take over her lips and a small laugh would escape between them. Mai would stay there, lying on the floor with her clothes by her side, closing her eyes a little so she could try to ignore the giant pain that was taking over her at that moment. She would groan in pain as she tried to calm down a little, her mind trying not to think much about the wound. *'Damn it! That's why I hate fire!'* The claws of her feet would bury themselves in the forest land as she moved her hand to cover the wound with her clothes. *Waiting until death, or salvation, came...*\n\nIf the attack from before had not worked and the man tried to attack with the sword, Mai would try to roll to the side, and if it was not possible because of the wound, she would try to crawl across the floor. If she could, she would try to crawl away from the man. Running was not much of Mai's type, but it was what she had to do. Blood from her wound would seep through her body and form a trail on the floor while she moved." }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "Continuing his journy towards the clearing as the firewall before him dissapeared. He ran around the small tree next to the large one he stopped himelf to load his sling. Launching the bullet at the head of the summon by the wall of fire." } ]

[ { "author": "murio876", "message": "First horace forgot we were doing the quest, now he forgot discord exists\n\n~~f in chat for communist~~" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The sound of heavy, metal armor clanking away from his position told Horace that the boss was leaving him be. Though this probably meant he was going after the other two... Horace hoped they could, at least, hold off the boss until Mai and him came back. Though he didn't know if that would be anytime soon, seeing how he didn't know where Mai disappeared off too. Last he saw, she was leading that one swordsmen away. The elf hoped she was okay, but he'd have to trust in her abilities-... Wait, what the hell was that scream?!* \n\n*Horace would feel panic storming his head while he pulled another arrow from his quiver. His heart would sink at the thought of losing someone again... The elf would then shake his head, attempting to remove the thoughts. The anxiety would drag him down in the situation, but he had too move. Finally, Horace would dash out from behind the tree towards where he heard the scream. Once he got in between the two smaller trees, he'd stop. Knocking the arrow into his bow, pulling the string and aiming, he'd release the arrow at the swordsmen. The shot would be unfocused, as Horace was in a hurry. He only needed to hit and stall the swordsmen for a moment to get him away from the downed Mai.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The lead sling would successfully strike the summon in the head, causing it to stumble backward due to the heavy blow. It wasn't out of commission, but it was dazed, and would take a direct hit from the fireball, though its armor would protect it. It would ready itself for another attack, and step forward while swinging vertically. Meanwhile, the leader would be moving towards Amsu, now having him in his sights.*\n\n\"A kemonomimi. Sneaky, but it looks like this is the end.\"\n\n*The man instead wouldn't try to attack with the sword, but his palm would glow red as it was aimed towards the fallen assassin.*\n\n\"Your life ends here. It will burn by the flame!\"\n\n*A cone of flames bursts from the man's palm as soon as Mai throws the knife, both attacks reaching their targets at the same time. The swordsman would find a knife in his face, and would presumably be dead. Horace's arrow didn't do much. Mai, on the other hand, would find herself engulfed in the massive blaze, creating massive burns throughout her whole body. She wasn't dead, but she wouldn't be moving whatsoever.*\n```Mai gets 5 severe burns!\nSwordsman is dead!```" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "~~at least Mai can cosplay as gender bent Harvey Dent now~~" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "As the flames reached Mai and caused the burns through her body, she would scream in pain once more and try to move her body. That's why she hated fire. She already knew the feeling of getting burnt since she was still young. She didn't want to feel it again. All Mai could do now was stay there and hold her tears until that pain got away. She closed her eyes and dropped her clothes, if there was one still, to the ground.\n\n*'You're so dumb, Mai...'*\n\nShe looked like for the first time she gave up, but she didn't yet. At least, she was worried about dying for the first time. Mai didn't even care if the cultist was dead or not, she didn't want to waste her time thinking about it when she was near death on the ground. Mai was almost passing out because of the pain and the bleeeding from the first wound she got. But, before closing her eyes and passing out, she would look at the elf's direction and see a blur image of him in the distance." }, { "author": "unwrd.", "message": "*( shit this one hit hard )*" }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "*Ohshi-*\nHearing Mai's screams from the other side of the clearing he continued his run once more towards the left of the page. \n\"I'll get her!\"\nHe called out as he ran, cramming his sling into his pants so he could draw his sword. Preparing incase he would need to fight someome off of her." } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The feeling of a sword clashing against armor was unfamiliar to the elf. Usually, his knife would sink into the soft flesh of a weak point. Or even no feeling as an arrow would be doing the killing. He'd make a mental note of the feeling as he realized his opponent was turning around. \"Shit.\". The strike would catch Horace off guard, causing him to jump backwards.*\n\n*If he successfully managed to dodge the blow Horace would move backwards. Hiding behind the tree as temporary cover. ``2 squares west, 1 square South``. The elf would release a sigh of relief as he'd most likely just escaped death. Then again, this fight still wasn't over. Horace would extend his hand out, creating a blue circle amidst the air. Said circle's interior would fill with a blue light as a wolf appears.*\n\"Alpha, target the red summon, go for the kill if possible.\"\n``Spirit wolves (15 mana cost, 2.5 mana regen. 85/100 mana remaining)``\n\n*Horace would then move take off towards the opposite side of where he came. Charging the summon again as he did, although he wasn't going to attack just yet. Instead waiting to dodge the next attack and look for an opening.* ``Moves around the tree and attacking from the North.``" }, { "author": "Alpha Wolf", "message": "*Alpha would move as well, coming out where Horace had entered the temporary cover. The wolf would charge, getting ready to attack by pouncing onto the summon.* ``Moves 1 square North, then 2 squares east, attacking the summon from the east.``" }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "\"Ohh shoot.\"\nHe dropped down to his knees as he reached out to touch the scorched Mai. Small green crystal growths forming around his hand, spreading out in thin lines across Mai's leg. Heading straight for the burns across her body. Scabbing over the wounds with the light green crystals as they started to heal them.\n```\nHealing touch cast - 20 mana\nTotal: 100/120 mana\n```" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu would feel that his severe wound was close to being all fixed soon enough, so it was best to try and stall the armored man while the rest of the group finished off their opponents... With this mind set, Amsu would again aim and fire another `hexing bolt` at the boss. Once the shot was fired, he would spin around the tree and commit to using it as cover. It could be rather unsafe to move away from it now, as this guy hasn't fired off any of those massive streams for awhile. He could have the mana saved up and be saving it for any kind of quick move through open space.*\n\n*Amsu's summon would continue to fight the enemy summon, however, charging forward in a attempt to wrap it's arm around the summon's neck. If it could get this thing into a chokehold, hopefully it was just lose most if not all of it's effectiveness... Or leave it open for horace and the wolf to do something.*\n\n`hexing bolt 15 , mana regen 2.5 , 15/50 mana left`" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Horace would be able to dodge the wide swing, and his wolf would summon without failure. Amsu's apparition would succeed into somewhat getting the thing into a choke hold. Not the best, since it had plate armor, and half of it's forearm was missing. This meant that while it could wrap one arm around its neck and brace it on its elbow, it could not press its hand against the back of the summon's head. It restrains it enough so that Horace's wolf pounces on it, but its teeth could do nothing against full plate armor.*\n\n*The second electric bolt would hit the leader, and it looks like he can feel the pain under his armor. He holds his pollaxe in his left hand, and conjures a clay pot in his right.*\n\n\"Prepare to burn for the blazing fire, the all-consumer!\"\n\n*Afterward, he would dramatically throw the clay pot, which Amsu would easily see. As it broke against the warhammer man's body, a massive mushroom cloud of fire would expand from it. It looks like he doesn't care about the lessers, or that dying in fire was the best way to go.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "~~that's why I wanna get a bit more specific~~" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would watch as the summons fought. It seemed like the ally summons could hold off the opponent, at least for a bit. The elf would extend his hand once more as another blue circle is drawn in the air.*\n\"Hold on Alpha, back ups coming...\" \n*A moment later, the circle would fill with blue light as another wolf would appear. ``Spirit Wolves (15 mana cost, 2.5 mana regen, 72.5 mana remaining``.*\n\"Beta, assist Alpha and subdue the enemy for as long as you can.\"\n\n*Horace would then sheath his long sword, pulling his bow out again. He'd take another arrow from his quiver with a sigh. The elf would make his way too the tree to the south east of him. Hiding behind it while he knocked the arrow into his bow. He'd poke his bow out from behind his cover as he aimed his shot. Said shot was being aimed for the bosses head. Pulling back the bow string as much as he could for a powerful shot, Horace would release the arrow. Sending it flying at the leader.*" }, { "author": "Alpha Wolf", "message": "*Alpha would place all its weight onto the enemy summon. It seemed to be trying to hold the knight down for a moment. It would snarl and growl, occasionally nipping at the summon's face.*" }, { "author": "Beta Wolf", "message": "*Beta would move to attack the summoned knight from the south after Horace left. Taking a bit of a running start, the wolf would attempt to knock down the knight. Forcing it to the floor as both wolves would place all their weight on the knight in an attempt to subdue it.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Seeing the claypot going to strike the body, and this man's insatiable appetite for everything that has to do with fire, Amsu had assumed it was going to be some kind of spell. What he didn't expect though was for it to start quickly engulfing the entire area in flames... He would barely have enough time to think about what to do. So acting on instinct alone Amsu burst into a sprint, which evolved into a long jump towards Horace. ~~a block or two past the tree my summon is at~~*\n\n*As for his rather short tempered summon, it was starting to get pissed that this thing was refusing to die. Digging it's nails into whatever was around the neck of the armored buffoon, it would empower it's foot as it stomped it's foot against the backside of the enemy summon's knee. Doing it's best to get this thing knelt down, it could probably improve the effective of it's shitty grab it has now... Or go for the sword and start wacking it with that.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The clay pot had taken quite a while to be thrown, but the sheer size of the flames sets Amsu's clothing on fire, not enough to hurt, but enough to cause a panic. The knight protector would be overwhelmed by the 3 summons, now basically rendered useless, but not dead.*\n\n*Arrows, as we all know, are not that good against armor. The arrow clangs off the hard steel, and the leader begins to turn towards Horace, ignoring the flaming oriate.*\n```Knight Protector is knocked down!```" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "~~why does armor that make people godmode exist~~" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would panic slightly as he saw the boss turn and approach him. The hulking figure, covered in plate armor from head too toe, menacingly walking towards the elf. It was as if the arrow Horace shot was a letter saying, \"Hey! Come kill me!\". A depressing thought too be sure for him. Though as the boss approached and Horace thought of ways to get out, he'd notice Amsu. The Oriate seemed to be alright, aside from some flames ridding his clothes. At least we didn't lose a valuable healer... Yet.*\n\n*The elf would have to turn back to his own situation as the sounds of clanking metal approached. Horace would draw another arrow from his quiver, knocking it into his bow as he began to back up. Soon finding himself pinned against the tree behind him, the elf would pull back the string and take aim. He looked to be shooting for the eye holes that allowed the boss to see the battlefield. Though one arrow was too risky, 2 extra would offer better chance of hitting his target. With that in mind, the elf's bow would momentarily glow white as two magical arrows would appear along with the original. Adjusting the arrows so the spread would be incredibly tight, Horace would release the bow string. Causing the arrows to fly forward at the Boss' face. At the very least, they'd hopefully make the man flinch so Horace could run in that brief moment.*\n``Triple Arrows (10 Mana Cost, 2.5 Regen, 65/100 Mana Remaining!``" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Amsu would make it out fine, since the boss was quite focused on Horace. The summon would be able to pin down the knight's arm, and it was now immobilized.*\n\n*The boss would pause upon seeing Horace's bow glow white, and raises his arm to shield his face. The arrows embed themselves in the steel. However, this would block his vision, allowing Horace to escape if he wished.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would grin slightly as he saw the Boss temporarily blind himself. A great opportunity provided by his arrows and the Boss. The elf would then attempt to slip away, moving behind the tree to the south-west. He'd sheath his bow as he would begin to wait silently. Using his natural stealth abilities to keep himself hidden for a moment. Horace hoped the boss would lose interest, instead going after Amsu or the summons. If the boss did, the elf could move in for a surprise attack! Granted, it would be quite difficult. To do any real damage, Horace would have to get close up and hit a joint. Very risky, if the boss noticed the elf, he could probably be considered dead on the spot.*" } ]

[ { "author": "com.co", "message": "*Both wolves, seeing that the summon they'd been holding down was killed, would look for a new target. They'd both spot the Boss that seemed to be charging at them. Due to the telepathic link shared between caster and summon, the two would already be well informed of the elf's plan. As such, they'd both both to intercept the boss with Alpha taking the lead. The two wolves would bark, snarl, and just make a lot of noise in general as a distraction.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Seeing that his wolves had made their move on distractions, Horace would move as well. Carefully and silently, Horace would attempt to draw his long sword before sneaking up on the boss. If he'd successfully make it behind the boss without being spotted, the elf would prep his blade. In stead of slashing, Horace would stab into the back of the boss' knee ``THE BACK OF HIS KNEE MEANING WHERE THE JOINT IS ZED``. That would hopefully make it much harder for him to move around the battle field. Though, stabbing into the boss' leg would obviously make him turn around and attack. As such, Horace would jump back in an attempt to dodge whatever the boss would do. The elf would abandon his long sword if necessary to dodge as well. As the amount of force Horace used to stab would drive the blade in deep. Perhaps too deep to pull out in that instance.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "``THE BACK OF HIS KNEE MEANING WHERE THE JOINT IS ZED``" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The summon and the wolves would be able to distract the leader long enough so that Horace's blade sunk into the man's knee. Because of his positioning, he wouldn't be able to swing his pollaxe around to hit Horace, and would resort to try and slam the back end into his face. Nothing else can really be said.*" }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "\"Alright, your going to okie now.\"\nHe whispered mostly to himself as he left the crystals to do their work on Mai. Running off towards the sounds of battle from across the clearing.\n```\nMovement: 2 tiles right and as many down as I can go\nMana regen: + 2.5\nTotal: 32.5/120\n\n1 severe wound healed on Mai\n```" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Seeing the the boss couldn't manage a full swing, Horace would change up his moves. Hed attempt to dodge the back if the poll axe of course. But instead of jumping back, the elf would only side step the blow. If he was successful, Horace would attempt to pull his blade out and stab out the mans other leg. This was pretty reckless, and the elf was being greedy with trying to get more damage in, but he didn't care. It would hurt if the boss retaliation connected, but Horace could afford to be injures. After all, we did have two healers in the team now.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu chilled in the back since everything was being handled over there. Making sure his clothes hadn't all been burnt up / his shoulder was fine took precedence for now.*\n\n*As for his Apparition, it would charge the now distracted boss and aim to haymaker them right where their mouth should be. Maybe if this man could be taken in alive, the city could pay them extra... Possibly even follow up with another request if they told them about any other similar sects.*\n\n~~this quest has almost been a month long, it has given me conniptions.~~" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The leader would now be crippled, having both knees stabbed and then having his face socked. Now on his knees, he drops his weapon.*\n\n\"It seems like I have been defeated. But shall not die by sword nor hammer. I shall die from the flame!\"\n\n*Conjuring a small clay pot, he tosses it in the air, picks up his weapon, and positions it so the pot would land on the pollaxe's spike.*" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "*Aim an arrow to it while its still falling*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would be slightly surprised by what seemed like a lack of retaliation at first. The elf would pull his longsword out from the man's knee, taking a step back. A sigh of relief would escape the elf as it seemed that battle was over. The boss himself was admitting defeat after all-... \"Wait, what the hell's he doing!?\". The elf would panic as he saw the boss conjure the pot and toss it up. Horace had accidentally let down his guard for the moment too. Though, Horace would soon turn around and take off into a sprint away from the man.*\n\"Fuck! Your insane!\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "*Meanwhile, both wolves would take action at seeing what the boss was doing. Beta take off towards the East, attempting to push Amsu's summon out of the area while moving themselves. Alpha would turn around and take off to the North, doing the same as Beta. Instead only urging Amsu to move a little farther away while getting out themselves.*" }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "He continues to move towards the bottom of the page, probbably remaining off screen though. I honestly don't know what to say. Nothing this round really effects him but people keep pinging me.\n```\nMana regen: + 2.5\nTotal: 35/120 mana\n\n1 severe wound healed on Mai\n```" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu decided that it wouldn't hurt to get a bit further away from that spell.. Who knows if it was empowered by some strange item he was holding! He did have worry for Horace and the woman who was practically burnt to a crisp, but with the rather intriguing healing being done to her it would most likely be alright. Even if Horace was wounded, Alder and himself would be enough to keep everyone alive. With these thoughts in mind, he would follow the wolves' lead by jogging a further from the blast zone to be.*\n\n*Amsu's Apparition however, had little care for the boss' attempt. Being a few feet from him after smashing his jaw in, it decided to grab him by the neck and pull him without mercy away from the area. Sure, it would probably be lit on fire alongside him, but it's not like it had skin to burn. It also didn't really intend for him to live, moving at a rather slow pace... If he survived, it was a bonus. If he didn't survive, it wasn't like the summon would care.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Well, to wrap this up. You all would make it out of the blast zone, the apparition and the leader would burst into flames. Surprisingly, the armor would disappear, leaving only a charred husk. Mai would finally be somewhat awake, though she would still feel massive pain from the body-wide burns and the massive slash in her side. It's a wonder how she's alive.*\n**Quest complete. 15 gold to each person.**\n+6 UP to \n+7 UP to \n+8 UP to" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Upon awakening after some time, Mai would feel the pain of her burns and the cut that was made by the cultist even after they had almost completely healed, she could still feel that Alder's magic was taking effect, so she lay there for some moments. *'Ah, what a pain this is... It looks like I still won't see you...'* She thought with a little relief, her right arm moving and covering her face as she waited a little and gathered the strength to get up. \n\nAfter a short while of thought and pain, Mai finally decided to get up and sit down, her hands supporting her body. It was then that she realized a problem, that she didn't care much, her clothes ended up being burned by fire and now she was exposed. One problem after another. What a great day she was having. *'Oh God, why didn't I die? At least I wouldn't have to feel this pain and have to stay here naked. On the other hand I can still see that pretty face...'* Ah, wait... Where were the others? With a little difficulty because of the pain, Mai looked around to look for them, still sitting on the floor. *'What the fuck is that?!'* She thought and arched an eyebrow. But seeing that everyone left alive there, despite being injured, Mai would sigh with relief when she saw Horace and would drop her body on the floor again." }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "The suddon burst of fire before him made him jump back as it roared out from between the trees.\n\"AH!\"\n\"YOU ALL OKAY!?\"\nHe shouted out to others who were much closer than him. He had spent most of his mana on healing Mai already but he still had a bit more to heal other wounds if it was needed." }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu would close in on Alder and Mai, deciding to make sure that she was recovering well enough. It would likely take a few days because of the severity, but it was better to get a look at the damage for himself.*\n\n\"Yes, I'm recovering fine. I won't be moving my shoulder a lot due to the reconstruction it had to go through, but I can still use it for most things if it's necessary.\"\n\n*Once Amsu made it over to the pair, he realized that the lady was surprisingly nude. Huh. Either the fire completely destroyed whatever she was wearing, or Mai was rather okay with getting a complete check up. Well, I guess being immolated could worry most people into making sure everything was still there... But either way, he shouldn't stare that much unless asked.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*After seemingly escaping the blast zone, Horace would drop to his knees. Though he had not ran for long, he moved as fast as he possibly could, causing him to tire. The elf would be panting and his body tense for the moment. He probably just escaped death again, as being engulfed in that fire would spell the end for the thief. Though he was stressed like crazy from the fight, Horace could feel an unusual lack of injury. Whether that was by chance or by his own skill, the elf could not tell. Though the adrenaline he received from escaping the fire and the fact that he was unscathed brought a feeling of invulnerability the thief. Horace would begin to chuckle lightly at the feeling before looking around. Soon enough, the thief would spot Alder who was yelling out.*\n\"Yeah! Im fine...! Just a little tired is all..\"\n\n*Horace would then stand up, approaching Alder before looking past him. The thief's eyes seemed to be drawn to where Mai was last. Though it was a little hard to see her at that distance, plus the dead body was kinda in the way. Thankfully she seemed to be okay, okay enough to sit up for a moment at least. Horace would then look back over to Alder, placing a hand on his shoulder.*\n\"Thank you for healing her Alder.\"\n\n*Horace would then take off towards Mai, running at a steady pace until he arrived. Though as he got there, the elf would be quite surprised. \"W-Wait, why is she naked?! ...Oh, her clothes must of gotten burned off.\" Horace would think to himself. The thief would then notice the other kemonomimi that was there, Amsu to be specific. The elf would proceed to take off his cloak, dusting it off for a moment. He'd then drape it over Mai, covering her nudity.*\n\"How're you feeling Mai? Think you're gonna die yet?\"\n*Horace would say this quite nervously. It was meant to be a joke, but at this point she could actually die.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai remained on the ground for a while while the rest of the group escaped the cultist's last attack, her eyes covered by her right arm as she tried not to show any pain that was still left in her body. Being the way she was, she certainly wouldn't want others to see her that way. It was humiliating in a way. It looks like she would have to rest and train some more before going on another quest. Although she always thought that death was insignificant for her and that she would not care when it arrived, it can be said that she was afraid of it for the first time in her life. Perhaps because now she had more reason to live than before; One was the elf. Being left behind by the people you love was very painful, and knowing it very well, she didn't want someone close to her to feel that way.\n\nShe felt like someone was watching her, which surprisingly made her feel uncomfortable, and soon after, she felt like someone was approaching her. She removed her arm from her eyes slowly, still feeling a little pain, and looked at the figure beside her. It was Horace. A faint smile would form on her lips when she was covered by his cloak. Listening to his question would make her smile even more at him, her left arm pulling his coat closer, as if she felt a little cold.\n\n\"Painful. Ah, how I hate fire...\" She would cough a bit. \"Honestly, I thought I was going to die. I was so stupid at that time, I should have stayed with you instead of taking him alone.\" Mai paused for a moment, glancing around and spotting Alder and Amsu. \"Are you all okay?\" She returned her eyes to the elf. \n\nPerhaps it was the effect of the magic running through her and healing her every second, but Mai was happy to be able to look at those three, despite not knowing the two Kemonomimis. It seems that getting closer to the elf made Mai change a little in certain situations, and especially in the way she thought about death. She didn't want to leave him, no matter what." }, { "author": "Alder Ward", "message": "Seeing everything begin to calm down he took his helmet off, his ears bouncing back upwards, making him sigh softly. Wasn't conforable wearing helmets with those things. \nTurning back around as everyone seemed to be heading back to Mai as Horace put his hand on his shoulder. \n\"Is no problem, sorry I took so long.\"\nHe smiled as he watched Horace run over to Mai, happy that everone seemed to be mostly uninjured now that Mai was healing up. He just took some time sorting out his things and steching out his ears that he had freed from his helmet." } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "**In the Moonlight City. 1 AM. It is cold, perhaps around 50 degrees F or 10 degrees celsius**\n**The lake is swimmable in and very shallow - around 2 meters deep**\n\nAfter arriving at the city, Mai and Helion's client rented a local house to stay in - with a local acting as his host. Unfortunately, with Tuast's guards and butler together, there was not enough room for his other guards. And the house next to where Tuast is staying was not available for rent. \n\nAs a result Mai, Helion and the four guards rented a house across a bridge to the south. Left together with Tuast was his butler, his mage and his other three guards. \n\nIt is one hour past midnight, with Mai and Helion possibly asleep, when they heard multiple scream and sounds of fighting to the north. \n\nMoonlight reflected off the ground and water, allowing the two to see ahead of them. If they have night vision, then nasty surprise is less likely.\n\n```\nLast known location of Trinse is shown here. \n```\n\nThe guards are still asleep in their room. Mai and Helion would be on bedrolls in the lobby of this room. This map represent the part of the city you remember. You know nothing about what's happening up there yet" }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*And to think that it would be a peaceful night.*\n\n*The fire macen suddenly awakens, suddenly alert.*\n\n\"Wake up. Something's going on.\"\n\n*There's not enough time to don all his armor in its entirety; that would take at least 10 minutes, 8 at the least with all the guards and Mai helping him. Quickly, he puts on his cuirass, pauldrons, cuisses and helmet. He really wouldn't need bracers (that's what a shield is for), and greaves would take too long. He goes towards the guards, shaking them awake.*\n\n\"Get up.\"\n\n*Afterwards, he grabs his shield and his mace, rushing over towards the house Tuast is in.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Oh, at least she could get some sleep at work, or at least that's what she thought until...\n\n*Wake up.*\n\nThe woman woke up to the sound of a male voice calling to her, immediately releasing her claws. Seeing that there was nothing much, besides Helion and the noise coming from outside... Wait, what was that noise? Screams? Mai soon gets up and grabs her black coat, wearing it over her normal clothes. Unlike Helion, all of her equipment was already there with her. Her claws on her feet and hands, and her knives attached to her thigh accessory. Maybe it seemed little, but if it worked so far, there is no reason to change.\n\nMai would follow Helion and the guards until they reached the house.\n\n```Silent and Blurry Perks activated.```" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Gweh! Ah! What's going on!?\" The bodyguards were waken up by Helion, and one of them bemoaned the situation they are in. Another scream could be heard from north, and someone - one of the other bodyguard, hollered out \"ASSASSINS!\". \n\nThe bodyguards rushed for their equipments in the room - breastplates, kettle helmet, kite shield and saber. They started to equip themselves – it will take a bit before they are ready for combat. \n\nHelion moved out of the house, and in front of him was a man rushing with a longsword in his hand. He was otherwise unarmoured, wearing only a set of robe dyed black. \n\nHelion could see a robed man in the eastern end of this city section, a well-armored warrior, two swordman in the same clothes as the man in front of him, rushing toward where Tuast is. \n\n```\nTurn 1, combat started. Bodyguards not ready!\n```" }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*The knight rushes forward at the first swordsman. Maybe he should have used his crescent blade for this.*\n\n*The long mace would have to suffice. Holding his shield out in front of him, he fakes a powerful swing with his mace, instead charging straight into the man, trying to get in close to render the longer weapon ineffective and shield bash him into the water.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Upon leaving the house just after Helion, Mai spotted the assassin right in front of them. Seeing that the man could easily take care of him alone, she looked for some other target so that she could locate them.\n\nIf possible, she would cross the bridge so that she could get a better view of the rest of her opponents, or allies? She wasn't sure who those were, they didn't look like assassins, but you can never be sure of anything. Slowly approaching the Hurrying Swordsman, she extended her claws, both of her feet and hands. \n\n\"Hey! Who are you?\"\n\nExposing her position as she spoke, Mai asked the man in a firm, cold tone." }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*Good, one was out of the way. Unfortunately, it seems like the assassins seemed to target Mai via pointing of a finger, and he could see the red glow of an offensive spell.*\n\n\"Watch out!\"\n\n*The knight would continue on his normal trajectory assuming nothing stopped him and Mai didn't get hit. He had to get to Tuast first.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Oh no. *Not fire again.* Wasn't it enough that she was right next to a river, she still had to be against a fire mage?\n\nAssuming he had already launched the fireball at her, Mai ran to the bridge to avoid getting hit, trying not to get in Helion's path as he advanced. To continue with the man, she would wait until the other guards left the house.\n\n\"Come on men!\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Assassin 1 continued to wade his way through the water, toward safe friendly territory. His progress is very slow, since he is in very very cold water. He shivered on his way east. \n\n—\nAs Helion and Mai continued their way north, the door previously south of Helion suddenly busted open. Three assassins poured out of it, only to have the first one cut down immediately by the guard in front of him, his guts spilling out from a cut of the saber. \n\nTwo guards guarded the entrance to the house, while the other two tried to follow Helion. \n\n—\n\nMai backed off into the bridge, with Helion brushing past her. The fireball flew pass, hitting the house behind her. Luckily, it did not set it on fire, since the wood were too moist. \n\n—\nEven more assassins are rushing out from behind the robed and armored man now. \n—\nBodyguard 2 and 4 rallied behind Mai, and then they pointed at the boat. And the dock less than three meters away." }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*The boat. That would be faster, though he didn't completely trust his jumping capabilities with his armor on. However, Mai and the lightly equipped bodyguards most likely could.*\n\n\"Get there quickly! I'll hold them off from this side!\"\n\n*He would slowly back up, giving time for the others to reach the boat. Once they were close enough, he too would move towards said boat.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "First of all, Mai would notice the assassin from before in the river, almost freezing from the cold. She would take one of her knives and point it at his head, throwing it right afterwards.\n\nHit or miss, she would cross the bridge to the guards. *A boat. What a bad idea, at least for her.* It was better to do your job well and put your fears aside, right? Mai hesitantly nodded to the guards in approval, before following them and waiting for Helion without getting on the boat." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "The dagger flew over to Assassin 1. It hit him right in his neck, and the man let out a muffled scream, before dropping into the lake, bleeding out. The armored man immediately grabbed him, lifting him out of the river into the pier. The assassins seems to be still living - but incapacitated. \n\nThe robed man immediately ran over, pulling out the dagger and casting a healing spell, while the armored man tried to take point and stop Helion. \n\nThe bodyguards led the way to the other boat. There was coveniently located paddle, so they can just paddle over to the other side. \n\nNow that the bodyguard and Mai can see the door - they can see two assassin trying to break the door of Tuast's house, kicking it in. A spear partially penetrated the door from inside, with its tip glistening with blood - though it is barely visible from his distance. \n\nOn the floor lies a motionless assassin. \n\nThere is a small window on the south, and Mai could see one of the bodyguard left behind with Tuast gesturing at her frantically. \n\n— \n\nThe fight down south seems to be a total stalemate, with neither the bodyguard nor the assassins stuck inside the house wanting to risk it." }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*The knight would simply back up more onto the bridge, his shield still in front of him.*\n\n\"Go get to him! Now!\"\n\n*His mace suddenly erupts in a golden flame and his armor seemingly be covered in a red gold fiery aura as he charges the armored man wielding a saber. A right to left downward slam is performed, covered using his shield. If the opponent backed up, Helion would use that opportunity to move slightly north to get to where he needs to be. A duck and slash would have to be countered by quickly lowering his shield.*\n```Solar Flare and Blazing Empowerment cast. 5+15 mana spent, 4.5 mana regained, 89.5 mana remaining.```" } ]

[ { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai continued to follow the guards until they reached the other boat that had a paddle, keeping her attention on the surroundings to avoid being attacked on that side. As she got closer to them, she could see the assassins trying to break the door of the house where Tuast was, until... One of them falls to the ground, probably dead. But there were still other things to resolve.\n\nOut of the corner of her eye, the woman would catch the sight of one of the guards trying to call her out of the window. Mai nodded to let the man know she understood, and continued to follow the guards. When they reached the boat, she looked at it for a moment with an expression not very happy. *'Calm down, Mai. Remember what he told you that day.'*\n\nAssuming the guards would have boarded the boat, Mai would follow. Her breathing would be a little faster and her heart would beat faster, but nothing that her cold gaze does not disguise.\n\n```Silent and Blurry perks active.```" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "``` Mai\n```\nUnfortunately, the boat only had capacity for two person. Both of the bodyguards got on the boat, and then rowed slowly toward the assassins, holding their shield up. The assassins quickly rushed south, blocking the bodyguard's way in. Luckily for the bodyguards, they carried no ranged weapons, so they remained in middle of the river, the guards unwilling to row closer and expose themselves to counterattack. \n\nIt looks like Mai could cross with another boat - or figure out a way for the other bodyguards to land safely. \n\n```\nHelion\n```\n\nThe armored man quickly backed up, swinging his saber at Helion's mace - not in an attempt to hit him, but to parry him away and protect himself. \n\n\"WATCH OUT!\" The robed man shouted\n\nAs he backed up, he tripped and stepped on Assassin 1's guts, causing him to cry out in pain as the robed man continued to heal him. \n\n\"AGHH!\" \n\n```\nHelion Part 2\n```\nAs Helion stepped north, bringing into view the street ahead of him, he would see another Assassin going to reinforce his compatriot. \n\nThe robed man yelled at him,\"Tell him plan's gone south, get the best men here before the guards come!\" \n\nAssassin 7 started running north.\n\n```Turn 5``` \n\nThe bells for one of the city's barracks rung in the distance" }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*Now he had a choice. He could try and end the armored man here, or continue towards the other assassins. He had a duty though, he had to protect Tuast first.*\n\n*He switches his shield and mace hand quickly, running north towards assassin 7. His shield would be somewhat behind him just in case the armored man chose to reengage him, or the robed figure cast another spell.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "*Oh no.*\n\nMai was now alone against the river and the water she feared so much. She took a deep breath to calm herself for a moment while the guards rowed to the other side. Despite her fear at the moment, she would never let her guard down or let her cold, serious expression disappear. When the two men reached the middle of the river, she could see two of the assassins blocking their path.\n\nWith one of her hands discreetly sliding to the back of her thigh, hidden by the long black coat, Mai would take two knives and place them between her fingers. Hoping for some time that perhaps the assassins had distraction, she would reveal her hand, immediately aiming and throwing one of the knives at Assassin 6. So, she might be able to give the guards a chance to attack.\n\nShortly after throwing the knives, she would retract her claws and lift her coat sleeve, prepared to scratch herself." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nHelion\n```\nThe assassin hear someone chasing after him, and immediately bolted, darting across the corner and disappearing out of Helion's sight. Unfortunately for the armored knight, he was too slow to catch up to him. \n\nThe robed man cast another fireball at him from behind. \n\n```\nMai \n```\nThe knives flew over to assassin 6, and hit him in his clothes. It was light linen clothes, but it barely made a scratch, and the bodyguards ended up staying still in the stalemate. Mai would be able to scratch herself successfully, however.\n\n```\nTurn 6\n```" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "*'Ah, damn it.'*\n\nMai thought with a little irritation, maybe she was a little far away for those knives to have any effect, or maybe their clothes might not be that thin. It didn't matter at the moment, she had to do something.\n\nJumping to the other side might be risky, but with that the guards could accompany and help if needed. She just needed not to be hurt by then, or at the very least not to have a serious injury. Thinking about that side, the last few times she was on a job, she ended up getting hurt. This was certainly not a good thing, but at least it worked to help her have a better regeneration.\n\nMai would then scratch herself with her normal nails, so as not to injure herself without reason, and begin to transform into a black panther. Her blue eyes would shine for a moment, her tail now swinging at an aggressive and menacing pace. As soon as possible she would jump to the other side but not attack yet, she would just be growling at the two assassins. If they tried to attack, she already had a plan in mind.\n\n```Panther Transformation and Psionic Speed cast. 35 mana spent. 20 mana cap. Mana Remaining: 25/60```" }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*He knew it. A fireball. No matter. His shield would raise up to block it. Now he had a flaming shield.*\n\n*He would continue to run, this time towards assassin 2 though. What mattered first was that he got to Tuast. His shield would still be in his right hand in case Assassin 7 tried anything funny.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nHelion\n```\nHelion ran pass the corner without any issue. Assassin 7 disappeared, taking a left turn up the corridor. \n\nHe would find Assassin 2 and 3 kicking down the door to Tuast's house, apparently unaware they are in fact, flanked from behind. \n\n```\nMai\n```\nMai jumped over to the other side. Assassin 5 immediately backpedaled, swinging his sword ineffectually at her to create some space, while assassin 6 continued to stay in the same spot. \n\nThe two bodyguards made a row on their ship, before ditching the paddle in the water, the boat drifting toward the two assassins. Bodyugard 2 held out the shield on his right, preparing to block any strike from the assassin ahead of him. The boat was too unsteady for both of them to stand up and attack, which would risk the boat capsizing. \n\n```\nTurn 6\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "Helion", "message": "*The assassins didn't see him, so this was a great opportunity. He didn't want to kill them though. Incapacitating and temporarily crippling them would be good enough.*\n\n*His left (mace) hand shoves Assassin 3 into the icy waters behind him, and the still flaming mace would be smashed against Assassin 2's shoulder. This would not only render the arm useless, but set his clothes alight.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "After the assassin attack charges her to give him more space, the panther would threaten him with a roar and a paw trying to hit him in the legs. Soon after that, Mai would try not to get too close because of the advantage of having a sword. Although she didn't care much in the old days, after all it worked out. But it was better not to take any chances, perhaps." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nHelion\n```\nAssassin 3 was shoved into the cold icy water, taking a while to recover. The other assassin turned around as he heard a scream, only for the mace to land squarely in his face. His nose would be caved in, and he dropped onto the ground, unconscious or dead from the swing. \n\n```\nMai\n```\nThe assassin backed himself against the wall, making a thrust with his sword to keep Mai away - or to stab her in one of her limb if she don't keep her distance. \n\n```\nBodyguard Group 1 \n```\nThe first group of bodyguard stayed on their boat, unwilling to make a move. \n\n```\nBodyguard Group 2 \n```\nThe group of bodyguard to the south finished dealing with the assassins in the south, getting on the remaining boat and rowing toward the other guards to the north. The armored and robed man advanced toward them, throwing a fireball at one of the guard, who promptly blocked it with the shield." }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*The knight gives a good kick towards Assassin 3, aiming to knock him out or disorient him further in the cold water. Assassin 2 seemed to be taken care of.*\n\n*Helion runs up behind assassin 5, slamming him with the shield in the back of the head. He spins his mace in an upwards fashion in his hand while doing so, and slams the mace upward into Assassin 4's groin.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai would simply step back to dodge the assassin attack, being careful not to fall into the river." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nHelion\n```\nAssassin 3 was kicked into the water, and will take a bit to recover from his predicament. \n\nHelion would have time to get to the other two assassin - but not enough to make two more consecutive attacks. \n\n```\nMai\n```\nMai managed to dodge them, and the two assassins turned around to see Helion right next to him. \n\nBoth of them dropped their sword immediately, lifting their hands up to signal surrender. \n\nWith the assassins surrendering, the two bodyguards moved up north onto the pier\n\n```\nEnemy\n```\nThe robed and armored man decided to move south where Helion and Mai was a few turns earlier, flanking the group from behind. \n\nThe robed man prepared his staff for another cast." }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Upon seeing that the two had surrendered, Mai would leave them with the guards and Helion. But, there were still two other problems on the other side that had to be solved.\n\nThe panther's blue eyes fixed on both of them for a moment, before it jumped to the other side again. Thus, they would have to focus on only one target, if it were the case that only one of them had magical abilities and could not shoot two different targets. The panther would approach slowly, its fangs showing as its tail whipped the air.\n\n```Psionic Speed: 3 turns left.\n7.5 Mana regenerated. Mana Remaining: 32.5/60```" }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*The armored man looks at the two assassins.*\n\n\"Good. If you truly surrender, jump in the water. Now.\"\n\n*He wasn't taking any chances. The assassins could simply get back up and backstab them, literally, but he didn't need to kill them.*\n\n\"Get to Tuast, I'll stay here.\"\n\n*Helion stands in front of the rest of the group with his shield, since he could see that the mage was attempting to attack them again.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nMai\n```\nMai successfully jumped over to the otherside, just as the armored and robed man advanced. \n\nThe robed man fired a fireball at Bodyguard 3, who is still on the boat The spell hit him in the butt, making him jump into the water in panic to put out the fire. \n\n```\nHelion\n```\n\nThe assassins' attempt to jump into water was interrupted by how crowded the pier was. \n\n\"But... But they are blocking the way!\" \n\nThe other bodyguard moved out, and then they jumped into the water. \n\n```\nOther bodyguards\n```\nThe bodyguards who didn't jump into the water moved behind Helion, taking cover behind him. \n\nOne of the bodyguard inside called out. \n\n\"IS IT OVER YET!?\"" }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "\"TWO MORE! AN ARMORED SABER WIELDER AND A MAGE!\"\n\n*It didn't seem like the two were going to stop anytime soon. He would have to go towards them, and moving back where he came from would take too long.*\n\n*He turns to one of the guards.*\n\n\"I'm going to get in the boat, I want you to push it to the other side.\"\n\n*He gets inside and places his shield up before throwing his mace at the wizard's torso. Against a more skilled swordsman, he would need a weapon with more reach. His hand begins to glow silver.*\n\n```Summoning Crescent Vanguard!```" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "*Oh well. Maybe it would take Helion a while to get on the boat and the guards push him. And the panther hadn't paid much attention anyway.*\n\nThe panther, seeing that the mage was now far from the man in armor, took her chance so she could try to get one out of the play. With her eyes fixed on him, like a prey and its hunter, the panther ran to the end of the deck and pounced towards the man. Taking advantage of her size advantage, Mai was just trying to take the man down and attack him, without falling into the river. Falling into the river or not, when she reached the man, she would already try to bite him on the head or neck." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nHelion \n```\nHelion managed to get on the boat, with a bodyguard pushing it over to the other side, giving it a helping with the paddle. Helion is now in middle of the waterway. \n\nThe mace landed on the wizard's torso, making him yap out an \"OW!\", right before he is pounced.\n\n\n```\nMai\n```\n*Mai jumped onto the robed man before he could cast another spell. The man's would be propelled backward by the pounce, his head dipping into the river and his body slipping - but with enough time for Mai to jump off him if she wished to. \n\nThe armored man, alarmed by this jump, turned north, stepping over his dead comrade's body to assist the robed mage. *\n```\nOthers\n```\n*Bodyguard 3 managed to climb back onto the boat, reaching the shore. \n\n\"Hey! He is running!\" Bodyguard 2 screamed, pointing at Assassin 3. \n\nA person threw open the windows on the house to the east,*\"Will you all quiet down!?\"\n\n*Assassin 5 and 6 waded away through the waterway toward the west*\n\n```\nTurn 10\n```" }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*He really couldn't do much, except maybe for throwing his shield. After all, it was custom made so that it would be aerodynamic in the air. He tosses it like a frisbee (Captain America style) aiming for Assassin 6's back. He then yells to assassin 3.*\n\n\"Stop there, and we won't need to punish you further!\"\n\n*He then turned to the of the guardsman.*\n\n\"Get them if you can, but make sure two of you stay.\"\n\n*Helion then waited for the boat to reach the other side.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai would jump away from the man, using the strength of her hind legs to push his body to fall into the river. With that, her claws would end up sinking into his chest for a moment before she got off him.\n\nNow there was the other assassin, not far from her, but there was the problem that he was in armor. There was little chance that her bite would work, but that maybe it could just end kneading the armor, or depending on the material, it would have no effect.\n\nTurning to the man, the panther would once again growl and show its large, sharp fangs, taking steps slowly towards him." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nHelion\n```\nThe shield flew into Assassin 6's back, hitting him hard on the back of his head. The shield cut into his head, killing him instantly. His body falls into the water, with the shield partially floating it back up. \n\nAssassin 3 quickly fled north, not expecting to be attacked behind. \n\nTwo of the guardmen appropriated some rope from a pier, chasing after the crippled Assassin 3 with them. \n\nHelion arrived on the other shore\n\n```\nMai\n```\nThe armored man looked around him, realizing most of his comrades are for now, taken out or disabled. He turned around and ran east into the corner, ignoring her growl. \n\n```\nTurn 11\n```" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "*'You can't escape me.'* \n\nThe panther then let out a roar, before running towards the man and pouncing on him from behind. Having the advantage of being on his back, if her jump was a success, the panther would bite the man's helmet. If her bite was not strong enough to penetrate the armor, she would rip the helmet off his head and bite it." }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*Assassin 6 was getting away. That wasn't good.*\n\n*The armored knight begins to run towards him. He _should_ be able to catch up to him.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nMai\n```\nThe armored man felt a sudden weight flies onto his back, and then someone attempt to bite his helmet. In his struggle, he turned around and tried to push her away with one hand, while making a slice with his sword against the side of the panther's torso with the other. If it succeeded, it would leave a nasty cut on her side. \n\n```\nHelion \n```\nAssassin 6 continued his run, and Helion would reach behind him on the pier - the only problem is that he would also need to wade in the water to catch up, a contest he might not be able to win. \n\n```\nTurn 12 \n```" }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "\"Goddamn it... Stop, or else!\"\n\n*Helion would heft his large weapon, yelling at Assassin 6. If he kept on swimming, then he would throw the massive blade like an axe at him, then run towards where Mai was, resummoning his weapon.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Seeing the man trying to attack, Mai, still holding the helmet with her teeth, jumped away from the man. But before he got up again, she was going to jump on him again, this time biting the arm that held the sword, while her body incapacitated the rest of his body from moving. Mai would use that bite to try to control that arm so he couldn't attack her, pulling and biting him in the armor hard." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nHelion \n```\nThe assassin stopped in fear, turning back and raising his hands up. \n\n\"OK! OK! I STOP MOVING!\" He proclaimed, trying to follow Helion back since he does not want to meet an untimely demise. \n\n```\nMai \n```\nAs Mai jumped away, the helmet would be ripped off, and then she would jump back again. Mai's action however, would be rewarded by the man holding his blade across his torso, making a point blank swing upward at Mai as she fell down, making her fall onto a sword. \n\nA wound sufficient to incapictate or greatly maim her for the rest of the fight. \n\n```\nTurn 13 \n```" }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "\"Good. Go back to the other guards.\"\n\n*Helion begins to run towards Mai is, now seeing her injured. He would be quite a while away though. Shit.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "*Damn it.*\n\nNow with a sword literally running through it, the panther couldn't do much but throw its paw at the man's head as one last attempt before it transformed again.\n\nThe panther would move away from the man and become a human again. Blood dripping from her chest and forming a dark stain on her black clothing. In extreme pain, she would approach the wall beside her and the man, some gasps for air coming from her. Worse than last time it wasn't, but it certainly hurt a lot. So much so that she kept herself from screaming or crying. This she would never do in front of an enemy or an ally. *Never*.\n\nShe chose not to touch the sword, although even if she wanted to she wouldn't have the strength to do so, and with one hand she placed it on top of the belt on her thigh that held her knives." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nHelion\n```\nThe assassin obediently walked back to the other guard, and allowed them to arrest him temporarily. \n\nHelion made his way down the pier.\n\n```\nMai\n```\nThe sword ended up cutting into Mai's chest, stopping at her ribcage. The armored man kicked his leg and arms in panic at her, earning himself a nasty bite through his aketon. But hem anaged to throw her off, and ran away quickly, disappearing out of sight. \n\n```\nOthers \n```\nThe town have quieted down signifcantly, giving the pair time to recover and settle on what they want to do for the next few turns. What they don't know is that something's about to disrupt this temporary peace. \n\nThe bodyguards chasing Assassin 3 returned empty-handed, the assassin having thrown them off in the mace - they decided it was more important to protect Tuast, their initial target.\n\n```\nTurn 14 \n```" }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*The armored warrior would go to Mai first, taking a look at the injured kemonomimi.*\n\n\"Hey, you ok?\"\n\n*He turns to one of the bodyguards.*\n\n\"Can someone take care of her? I'm getting my gear.\"\n\n*Helion would take off his helmet and cuirass, jumping into the water to get his mace and shield. The water was quite cold, and he wouldn't be quite used to it. After he was finished, he would try to get the rest of his armor that was still in the other house, trying to put it all on as quickly as possible.*\n\n\"Next time, let me take the charge. You're unarmored with virtually no defensive weapons.\"\n\n*The mace sets itself alight, providing a warm light.*\n\n\"Let's get back to Tuast.\"" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"I-I'm ok- Okay, I'm not well. I-I need help.\"\n\n*Shameful.* The woman was taught to *Never* Ask for help, no matter the situation, she needed to always find a way to resolve things on her own. Perhaps the methods of Blood Moon and her father were a little extreme, but even so, from the moment she made that promise that day, she followed what she learned.\n\nWith the help of the wall, she got up and took off her black coat, carrying it with one hand. Then, with a slow pace, she would walk a little closer to where the guards were. His free hand rose and waved to those on the other side of the river.\n\n\"Could someone... One of the men there help me?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nInterlude 1\n```\nThe armoured warrior got to Mai without any hurdle, and asked her a very obvious question. The answer is probably visually obvious. \n\nThe bodyguards nodded, and two of them rowed across as Helion retrieved his gear. \n\nThey let her lay down on the boat, and then floated it the other way, where she is brought into the house Tuast is staying in. \n\nThere, they could see the target they were protecting, Tuast, who is sitting in the lobby, wearing a mail-reinforced mage robe, donning his helmet with his sword close by, alongside three bodyguards. One of the table in the house has been flipped to face the front door, and the bodyguards removed it temporarily to let Mai rest. \n\nIf she is willing, she would be laid down on one of the bed on the floor. \n\n\"She looks pretty beaten up.\" Tuast said matter of factly, before he stood up and walked over to one of his travel chest, stored in his bedroom. He opened the chest, retrieving a potion of greater healing.\n\n\"Heal her for me, please.\" Tuast said, before returning to his previous position. \n\nThe bodyguards brought a tied up assassin into Tuast's house, but not before gagging him for good measure. He is thrown into one of the bodyguard's bedroom.\n\n```\nANGRY MAN\n```\nThe angry scholar from earlier continued yelling in the general direction of Tuast's house,\"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?\"" }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "*The now fully armored man would return back to Tuast's house, turning to the angry scholar.*\n\n\"Apologies, sir. Someone here was under attack by several assassins, and a skirmish broke out. I am a bodyguard from New Sunlight appointed to protect this person. I hope you can understand the situation.\"\n\n*Helion would enter the house and hoist his shield. He could feel that he was slightly more encumbered by the armor, but now he was virtually invulnerable.*\n\n\"Is everyone ok?\"\n\n*He would attempt to hand Tuast his shield.*\n\n\"You need it more than I do.\"" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Lying on the bed on the floor, Mai drank the potion offered. Assuming it would take a while before she was fully healed, Mai used that time to rest and think for a while. *Shameful.* That's what came to her mind as she tried to think about something else. If she were still in that place, she would have already been punished with the old method her father used. Sometimes she wondered if, despite everything that happened, he was proud of her at some point in his life.\n\nTurning to Tuast, she leaned weakly on her elbows, and spoke with a calm, cold tone in her voice, despite the pain she was feeling.\n\n\"Sorry, sir. I let that man escape.\"\n\nShe then lay down again, hiding her claws from her foot again so that she wouldn't unintentionally tear any of the covers on the bed." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Tuast gladly took the shield, and then rested it next to himself - holding the thing was exhausting, he'd rather not do it if he don't have to. \n\nThe bodyguards streamed into the room, closing up any windows in the house just to be double safe. \n\n\"It is fine, you captured one of them.\" Tuast assured her, and then her wound started to heal. \n\nThe bodyguards turned to Helion. \n\n\"What's the order now, Sir?\"" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "For now Mai would just rest and wait for the potion to take effect." } ]

[ { "author": "Helion", "message": "\"I'm going to go out there, see if there's any others. The rest of you, stay here. Though I don't feel that Mai would be too useful on defense, so you can come with me. Just stand behind me.\"\n\n*Helion exits the door, hefting his massive blade. He would look around him, looking for any sign of movement.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Helion went out, and for a moment, it seems like nothing was happening there. \n\nThen, Assassin 7's silhouette would appear out of one of the corner, and he pointed briefly at Helion, before disappearing up north, mumbling something. Helion can hear footsteps in the dark. \n\n```\nInterlude \n```" }, { "author": "Helion", "message": "\"You, stop!\"\n\n*Helion begins to chase after the silhouette, hugging the wall in case that armored warrior was there.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*The centaur's hooves clapped methodically across the uneven cobble path as he approached the port town, having crossed the border to East Mentia hours ago. He noticed he far outpaced the merchants he passed during his travels, only the fleet-footed mounts of adventurers and knights keeping pace with him. Perhaps it was his years of wandering, but the world felt so much smaller than he had expected - though he supposed that it was because there were many places he simply could not explore on his own.\n\nThe streets, while far sparser than the Salvainia capital, still bustled with activity - a higher uniformity to the crowd's faces, almost entirely Macen. He felt through his saddlebags, noting he had entirely run out of dried rations - spare his emergency food, which would have to be eaten now. Also...*\n\"The rope... Yes, that thing fell apart quickly...\"\n*He mumbled to himself bitterly, recalling the embarrassing affair with Ling, not believing it had only happened a few weeks ago. He kicked up some dirt in the corner of an alley, snorting loudly as he grumbled to himself.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Do you always talk to yourself?\" *Asked a low, monotone voice. Standing opposite of Circine, a horse stood idly with saddle bags strapped to the sides of it. It let out a snort of air, its light brown tail whisking away at invisible flies. If one were to not think twice, the voice could have been thought of coming from the horse itself.\n\nThough of course, that was not the case. From behind the horse, an elf had walked out with a bag slang across his shoulders, bulky with the contents it carried. A red cloak covered most of his back that seemed to rise up to meet the small, pink strands of hair. Atop his face was mask. At an easy glance, the mask took on the appearance of the face of a pig which seemed to serve as cover to most of his facial features, the only thing able to be seen being his mouth as a light smirk formed on it from where he stood listening Circine's spouts of annoyance.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*The centaur tightened his lips at the elf, turning to face him with a light canter towards him, clicking his longsword firmly into its sheath as he approached. He stopped a yard away, readjusting his faded yukata as the ocean winds whipped through.*\n\"Yes, actually. An old habit, from my tribe's past. The shamans say to speak your mind every now and then, as to make the spirits that follow you friendly...\"\n*He gave the elf a once over, eyes settling on the mask - Circine throwing up an eyebrow as he examined it, his hard eyes studying the pig face closely.*\n\"A peculiar ornament for an elf. I was under the impression your kind had deep pride in their visages.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Unconventional isn't it?\" *Terrel responded as he took the sack he was carrying and began strapping it to the horse by his side. His voice remained low, though there was an obvious note of humor in it as he spoke.\n\nTurning back to the centaur, he says:*\n\n\"How many of my kind have you met to come to that conclusion? I haven't seen any other pig men about.\"\n\n*It was clear he was separating himself from others of his type, not from lack of pride but rather from the lack of wanting to go along with the expected. He didn't seem bothered by Circine's statement, after all with how far Terrel had traveled with just him and his horse, this was the most he's spoken with someone for a long while since leaving home and that wasn't saying much.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"The creature which obscures your face matters not. The elves I have met make a point to keep their faces unobscured. To see one that actively hides themselves... It is unorthodox, is all I mean.\"\n*He explained, pursing his lips at Terrel's reaction. He trotted over to the horse's front, holding out his hand and beckoned it's head to him.*\n\"A strong steed, this one. Have you had them long?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Good, I prefer the unorthodox... It's a nice change from what others are told to expect or do for that matter...\"\n\n*Terrel turned his gaze towards his horse as Circine mentioned him, responding:*\n\n\"Had him for as long as I can remember. Not the best horse from the stables back at home, but I'd like to call him the family's favorite.\"\n\n*The horse let out a snort at Terrel's explanation to which Terrel had lightly pat him along his snout.*\n\n\"What about you? Got a steed of your own?\" *The Elf humorously rebutted to the Centaur.* \"You already mentioned traveling with friendly ghosts, any other invisible companion you have with you?\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*Again the centaur grimaced, chuckling at his jests - finding them only mildly annoying.*\n\"If it were so simple... You do not see the spirits. They simply influence you. A favourable wind, the sound of running water, a glimmer in the right direction...\"\n*He continued, trotting closer to the elf.*\n\"But I believe I have been rude, and neglected to to introduce myself. I am Circine.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Do you spirits ever guide you to something more worthwhile...?\" *He questioned with a raise of an invisible eyebrow before falling silent once more. The smile vanished from his face as he turned to look at Circine upon hearing his introduction.*\n\n\"Terrel...\" *He responded.* \"The name's Terrel.\"\n\n*Terrel turned away from Circine and walked along the side of his horse until he had reached the stirrup that hung low from the horse's saddle. Placing a foot into it, he hoisted himself up onto the horse's back and positioned himself to sit more comfortably in the saddle. From where he sat, he could easily look at Circine at a more leveled height than that when he's on foot.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"They have their own whims... I know not their intentions, but it almost always leads to a better outcome than if I had ignored them.\"\n*He continued, now keeping up with the canter of Terrel's horse, meeting his gaze with a bright smile.*\n\"A pleasure, Terrel.\"\n\n\"Hm. This looks promising...\"\n*He mumbled, a flutter of paper on a nearby signpost caught his attention, the centaur trotting over to take ahold of it. He walked back, reading it aloud for Terrel - assuming he'd be interested as well.*\n\"**'To whoever sees this, please - my farm has been overrun by biting critters. They've ruined my crops, and I'll lose out on this year's harvest at this rate. Please, help me.'** Below it is the place and rate he's offering.\"\n*He glanced up at the elf, offering the paper for him to read.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel silently took the the paper from Circine, his mouth forming a thin line as he read through it without giving off any emotion towards what it said.\n\nLooking back towards Circine, he says his normal monotone voice:*\n\n\"Must be sign from your 'spirits'\" *He said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone as he turned his head in the direction that the paper directed in. With a light kick to the horse's side, he began to trot onwards. And, without looking back at Circine, Terrel says:*\n\n\"Best not ignore them.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Ooh, that one will do!~\"\n*A light song filled the din of the Mentian town, as a young cleric moved through the marketplace with a pep in her step. She had just returned from a journey into the forest nearby, and was bartering for new supplies using the herbs she had found - all ground and turned into basic herbal remedies - as well as the bottles of water she could produce. Her wooden staff in one hand, the items in another, she continued to marvel at the array of items on sale.*" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "*A reptilian also walked through the market, carefully leading a horse. She had just come into town and was incredibly lost. God, she needed somewhere to rest. From her memory, she hadn't slept for a while. Her various weapons clank against her armour, from swords to bows to a heavy looking crossbow*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*Cecilia caught sight of the woman, immediately enraptured by her appearance. Having grown up in such an isolated part of Mentia, she had seen no demi-humans besides centaurs, and was deeply curious about them. She approached excitedly, offering Jezanne one of her tonics.*\n\"Hello miss! Can I interest you in one of my herbal medicines? I've got some for stamina, for bruises and such, anything you might need~\"" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "\"Oh, uh... Unless you have something for sleep deprivation, then no thanks\" *She smiled weakly. She never knew what to say to pushy merchants.*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*She thought a moment, tapping her cheek and glancing upwards, then quickly offered her one of the wooden bottles - beaming happily.*\n\"Here, have this one!~ I won't charge you for it, just to prove it works!\"" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "\"Oh! Ok then.\" *She smiled, took the bottle, and slid it into her bag* \"Thank you...?\" *She said, asking for a name*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Cecilia!~ I hope it helps, madam! Who might you be, then?\"\n*She asked in return, keeping up with her as they walked, back turned to the incoming path.*" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "\"Cecilia. That's a nice name. Mine's Jezanne. Jezanne Delmetriv.\" *She answered smiling. She was still carefully leading the horse, not wanting it to get spooked by the crowd. Actually taking a good look at her face, cecilia would find that she was extremely pretty, with thin features, and big, light blue eyes*" } ]

[ { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"What a pretty name!~ I've never seen a demi human before, miss, certainly not around my home. Are you from somewhere else?\"\n*She asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity, the girl bobbing on the spot excitedly.*" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "\"I... Don't really like talking about it...\" *Her mood instantly dropped, as she thought about her past. She lightened up a little a few seconds later* \"So I assume you're a local?\"" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*The young girl cocked her head at her sudden sullen-ness, but perked back up and beamed at her as she replied.*\n\"Mhm! Not quite this part of Mentia, but close! I'm trying to explore, but I keep coming back to this little town - but it's so pretty!\"\n*She spread her arms wide as she gestured to the town, the quiet din of the bustling marketplace filling the senses.*\n\"What about you, miss? What brings you here?\"" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "*She smiled sweetly at the girl. It was refreshing seeing someone so happy* \"Work mainly. I'm a traveling mercenary.\" *This made sense, considering the half a dozen weapons slung on her body*" } ]

[ { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*She gasped as she noticed the myriad of weapons across her, quickly circling her to see them all.*\n\"Woaahh~ You can use them all? That's so cool! I'm only any good with this...\"\n*She replied with a stamp of her staff, giggling softly as she stumbled a little.*" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "*She blushed slightly* \"Thank you. Yes, I can use them all. So I'm assuming you're decent at alchemy, what with all those tonics you were talking about?\" *She asked curiously*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"A little bit, but it's mostly just medical stuff - no strength potions for me~\"\n*She giggled, pinching her bicep comically.*\n\"People don't remember how important it is to be prepared, so I'm here to remind them!~\nHave you any quests here yet? I've looked at the guild, but I can't do any of the combat ones alone...\"" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "\"No actually. I was hoping to get some rest before I picked up another job. We close to the tavern yet?\" *She herself was surprisingly strong looking, while still somehow looking thin*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Oh, right! Yes, it's close-by~ Down the market path, then we'll take a left - it'll be there.\"\n*She explained, looking up as she thought, taking large, bounding steps as they left the marketplace behind. The air around the rest of the town, while far less busy, retained the same excitement - although that may have just been Cecilia infecting everyone with her attitude.*" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "\"Well, thanks.\" *Jezanne looked at the girl, and couldn't help smiling.* \"You old enough to drink? I'd be happy to get you something\"" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Of course I'm old enough!\"\n*She replied, her tone growing hard as she pouted in frustration - her cheeks turning red, giving her a childlike aura. It quickly dissipated as she realised her actions, giggling bashfully as she turned to face forwards - realising they had reached their destination.*\n\"Ah, we're here!\"" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "\"Hey, I was just making sure\" *She said chuckling, as she looked at the tavern* \"Well thanks. I assume I just tie up Murph?\" *She asked, nodding to her horse and looking to the horse trough*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Yeah!~ This way, this way - you can put em next to Clipper~\"\n*She replied, skipping over to the stable next to the inn - gesturing to a small, weathered steed standing in one of the corners, nestled comfortably in the hay.*" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "*She smiled and lead her mare over to her, gave the horse a quick run on the snout, and tied the lead to a pole* \"I'm guessing they're yours?\"" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Yes'm! Had him since I was young~ Used to ride around the hamlet on his back. He's a bit old now, Clipper, but he'll do me well a little while longer~\"\n*She explained gently, her tone softening as it turned bittersweet - her memories a mix of happy and lonely, resulting in a confusing set of emotions for the young girl. She quickly shook away these complex thoughts, grinning at Jezanne and walking back over to the inn entrance.*" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "*She smiled gently, and followed cecilia* \"I've only had Murph.. What, four years? He's a good horse\" *She said, opening the door to the tavern and walked in*" } ]

[ { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*Bounding towards the tavern entrance, bundles of furs and other supplies in her arms, Cecilia beamed at no one in particular - giggling with excitement as she waited impatiently.*" }, { "author": "d0cahkiin", "message": "*Jezanne is already waiting there, having leaned up against the outside wall. Several saddlebags layat her feet. She seems to be absent mindedly looking into blank space*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*Eventually spotting Jezanne, Cecilia would call to her excitedly, waving and grinning; rushing over to her - digging her heels into the ground to stop herself before she stumbled.*\n\"Hello again!~ I got some warm stuff, and other things I thought would be useful~\"" } ]