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449.8	2023-11-21	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Everpresent GM", "message": "\"Lord Zerenex? By the Gods, I did not expect you to undertake this task, sir!\"\n\nThe Samurai bowed courteously, looking at him with a respectful aura.\n\n\"Nothing much that has not been told during the recruitment drive, I am afraid. Indaki is infamous everywhere, doing his raids in Mistrion, Velaris, and now, Yronis. He controls the minds of people he catches, and uses magic to corrupt souls in order to enthrall tough creatures.\"\n\nHe turned to the other adventurers, who were coming in by the dozens. Many were men looking to make a quick coin, others seemed to have personal vendetta, and some just wanted the challenge. Plenty of men were here, and were already packing up the camp.\n\n\"All right, listen up! To the north of this camp is the Keitan forest, and we have plenty of reasons to believe Indaki's forces and creatures are there. Each of you will be paid in gold after this battle is over, and you are entitled to any loot you may find afterwards.\"\n\nThe northern gates to the camp were then opened, and the Lord's soldiers, numbering no more than two hundred exited first. \n\n\"Follow me! To glory!\"\n\nWith the combined forces of everyone else who arrived, they totalled nearly a thousand men strong. Indaki is indeed a true threat if such digits were sent solely to defeat him.\n\nNonetheless everyone was headed deep into the dark forest, with thick green leaves blotting out the sun and illuminating the bands of adventurers and mercenaries with uncomfortable darkness." }, { "author": "Saurek Zerenex I Archduke of Lestos", "message": "Saurek gazed down at the other man and nodded as he placed a clenched fist over his heart and leaned forward in a respectful bow as well. \"Of course, we can not stand to allow a dangerous madman to continue unopposed, as an ally of Yronis it is in my duty to come to your aid in times of trouble. Even if it is only this once I will lend my aid in bringing this evil to heel.\" The respect paid to him was returned in kind from one warrior to another as he gripped the reigns harshly nodding. His voice reverent as he spoke with Amidawa, he definitely came across as a hardened and proud warrior. \"Then if that is the case it is best we strike quickly like a thunderwave so as to prevent disruption.\" As he gazed at the small army of sorts that was building he could not help but feel a twinge of pride and concern. If their enemy had the capability to dominate the minds and corrupt the souls of allies then such a large group would likely only serve as a detriment. But nevertheless he would ride out with them to the battlefield, if only for one time these would be his allies and likewise they would be able to find an ally in him. \n\nAs much as he had respect for the Lord and the soldiers that would be leading them into battle. They were trained and disciplined honorable warriors who had a purpose there. But he did not quite hold much respect for the mercenaries he saw join up. He considered mercenaries a slap in the face of soldiers and warriors alike, part of him considered them worse than the hated barbarians of the east. Most mercenaries fought for their greed or sadistic pleasure. Not with a fire or passion to prove themselves, nothing like his own proud warrior race. Saurek himself did not take pleasure despite his love of war, it was a duty and honor to his bloodline, and his people unlike some hired hands yet to prove themselves.\n\nHis contempt-filled gaze looked at the half-giant and his large band of hired hands, the seemingly ill-equipped valac, and then of course then noctis who looked more belonging in a nobles court than on a battlefield. Perhaps they would prove to be honorable warriors but he would not expect much from a rag-tag group of mercenaries. But it would be best to keep things amicable at best so he pushed down his own biased opinions and offered a friendly nod as he turned his horse and followed after lord Amidawa the distinct sound of marching armor sounding out as the small make-shift army set off to face their foe. Saurek himself was welcoming of the dark forest, it was closer to his homeland than anything so far. But the trees and dense foliage concerned him as it felt almost as if they were walking into an ambush." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis drew his hood up, the deep hood and a very minor illusion spell created a darkness that hid his face well. This was an opportunity for many things in Noctis' mind. \n\nLetting Valac fight would further help the dark being hone his ability- he needed to become a better fighter if he was to withstand whatever darkness was within him. \n\nMeanwhile the massive Orc and the massive man, perhaps even of giant descent, were by and far the most interesting. One had even brought nearly 300 men, the other... Well seeing the way Lord Amidawa had reacted to him had certainly been enough to spell interest in every language Aeterna spoke. \n\nHe wasn't here for glory, gold perhaps was a surface level reason- what he wanted from this was to understand the dangers Aeterna faced and to figure out further where he wanted to fit into this new, sometimes head spinning world that had once been his beloved home. Now he was a stranger, out of time, out of place, out of money and with too many options. \n\nStroking the hilt of Ebony Rose, Noctis strode alongside the party. \n\n\"Stay strong Valac- I'll keep an eye on you.\" He said calmly to his traveling companion, before using his Flash Step. The ability was a two part combo that he'd used with Valac before, creating an illusion of himself over himself and then momentarily boosting his speed to a point he'd be hard to track- effectively vanishing while leaving behind an \"After-image.\" After a few moments when they entered the shadows of the trees the illusion would vanish, unnoticed by everyone but the most perceptive of eyes. \n\nMeanwhile Noctis would silently and swiftly through the branches, carefully practiced footfalls and silencing illusion magic making him as light as a squirrel. He'd keep his eye and ear on the conversations of the important people while scanning above the traveling group for threats. \n\nNoctis looked young and dainty, but he'd fought alongside Scipio in the Cousin Conflict, he hated war, but he knew it as intimately as a" }, { "author": "General Markovic", "message": "Out of the hundreds if not thousands of warriors that crowded around the lord like loyal little dogs, he only picked out a handful of people that caught his attention. First was a man of unnatural beauty, or at least what he thought was a man. With cheeks as soft as those he might as well have been a woman. Fenier chuckled at this thought. Standing beside the man was... A child? No, a dwarf? No... A young man? He wasn't exactly sure but he certainly wasn't dressed for war. Both of them stuck out like a sore thumb.\n\nFenier turned his head to look towards the man with the pretty face, but there was only an empty spot where he once stood. Fenier stared at the spot for a moment before shaking his head and turning his attention towards the final man who was worth any of his time. A massive man of orcish decent, large even by his race's standards. A towering wall of well-muscled flesh clad in a suit of hardened plate... Just like Fenier. And from what he could tell, the man seemed to be somewhat close with the lord, at least an associate of sorts. Fenier would make sure to keep an eye on him.\n\nOnce the lorded had finished addressing the participants of this raid, he took his leave to return to his men, looking to give them one final message of encouragement. \"Brothers and Sisters of the band! I expect you to show no mercy to our enemies! Polish your armor with their blood and sharpen your blade on their bones! Leave not a man breathing, i accept absolutely no prisoners today!\" Fenier roared out to his men, throwing his hands into the air encouraging his men to howl alongside him.\n\n\"For glory! For recognition! FOR OUR GREAT PATRON LORD TITANOS!!! He has blessed this day, victory stands over the hill men! Steady yourselves and ready for FIRE AND IRON!\" He chanted loudly, the stomps of his men and the thud of their polearms causing the ground to shake beneath them. Only causing further excitement within the band, who were nearly foaming at the mouth at this point.\n\n\"With me b\n\nOys, to glory we march!\" He finished off as he motioned for his men to follow him behind the rest of the lord's forces. Following behind like the good little guard dog he was." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"I'll try my best to keep up... Just don't leave me to die.\" \n\nValac would snicker as he seemed to be quite enthusiastic of this occasion. As much as it may prove difficult, he was excited for the mere challenge of it all. Though, he would have to rely on Noctis as well, along the lines of information, and environment advantage. Yet, he can't help but feel like he'd probably be left alone again, similar to fighting that were-cat that he had first encountered. It made him a little bitter that he handle the situation on his own. He hoped that it wasn't going to conclude like that again. There were far more opponents this time, and therefore... Leaving him behind with some aid would probably not suffice. \n\n\"I'll have to utilize that power again... If I want to even survive. I hope you're there to stop me before I do anything terrible... Or make a mistake. Well comrade, let's get into this chaos!\" \n\nHe said, looking at his new \"Companions\" That he'd have to work with. He felt as if he had no synergies with them. Especially the judgmental look from the giant. He returned a bitter cold look, seemingly distasted by the judgment. He knew that he had cards up his sleeve, but he didn't want a confrontation nor conflict because of mere looks and assumptions. It was better to remain collected and calm throughout the midst of this. It was a serious battle, as much as it was entertaining, he knew the vast importance of this. \n\nIf they wanted to enter the Eternal City, and discovering what he truly was rather than a name and a mere demon at that. He knew there was something more, but he wouldn't use all of his cards immediately. He'd have to play carefully, meticulously. As they began to shout, Valac covered his ears from the unpleasant sound of resonating pride and moral ringing in his ears. He winced a little before crossing his arms. He followed along, and followed closely by Noctis. That was the only person he can truly trust in this vast throng of people." } ]	441	2,249
568	2023-11-23	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noct chewed his lip as the red eyed man spoke, his presence there was eerie, foreboding. He was a harbinger, nothing more, and that meant... As the gates of the castle crashed open, Noctis thumbed out a nail from the pouch on his hip. Simple carpentry nails he'd purchased while traveling, he'd carved grooves into the thirty or so he purchased and was interested in trying out the technique he'd been developing. He kept Valac in his vision but did not betray his location yet- Noctis had fought in many battles in a war that had shook the earth. He was strong, yes, but he didn't live this long by leading charges and screaming for glory. He lived because he was strong and Smart. \n\nIndaki controlled minds, he had puppets and used them for battle. He would not be leading the charge and that certainly wasn't him on top of the castle- no, Indaki would likely be in the center of the castle Or, he was somewhere in the surrounding woods. That was if he was near by at all, it was entirely possible that his magic had an indefinite range, scary as that was, and he was far far away. However, these people were mind controlled, so if he could get to Indaki then he could possibly stop the fighting and save a lot of lives. This was the kind of thinking the came from years upon years of experience. Scipio had been an incredible leader. \n\nJumping from tree to tree, wrapped in his camouflage and his heightened state, he moved as close as he could to the castle walls. If any stragglers got too close to Fenier, Saurek or Valac- Noctis would protect them by firing off one of the makeshift screws. The process of firing them was rather simple if requiring a fair bit of finesse. He simply formed his fingers as if he were going to flick, middle and thumb together, then raised his pointer and ring fingers up and used them as \"Sights\" To line up his shot. Then he wrapped the screw in flows of air and caused it rapidly spin, giving it an insane amount of rotation- then finally he transferred s\n\nTrength from his legs to put into just his flicking finger and flick the screw. \n\nThese deadly projectiles would have incredible penetrating power and could very well be lethal if they hit a vital area such as the head or heart. So acting as a ranged support, he scouted out the castle seeking a way in to try and cut the head off the snake." }, { "author": "General Markovic", "message": "As the gates to the great fortress opened to reveal a horde of possessed men and women, screaming for blood and carnage... Fenier's face contorted into a display of visible confusion. Why were they already abandoning their defenses? A proper fort of solid construction could completely change the outcome of a battle, or even sometimes... An entire war. You needed to defend from the interior though, the walls offering no reinforcement from the outside. There have been stories where armies only dozens strong have held out against hundreds with the help of well-made fortifications. \n\nRegardless, there was still a battle to be fought. No matter how foolish the enemy may seem, they were still the enemy, a threat to all on the battlefield. Fenier his sword into the air and roared off an order to his men. \"Infantry to the front! Line formations! Spearmen, support the infantry from the rear! Form a shield wall!\" He commanded, two units of his army quickly reforming themselves into a proper shield wall reinforced by a sea of sharpened steel spears. This allowed them to properly protect themselves from just about any forward-facing attack while also giving them the ability to open up and unleash a wave of steel.\n\nFenier needed to command the remainder of his men into suitable formations, but the chaos of the battlefield made it difficult for his voice to carry. Now was the optimal point to use his Generals Call, a passive ability which allows all of his allies to clearly hear his voice no matter the situation. \"Halberdiers, reinforce the sides! Kill any man to pass our shields. Greatswordsman, reinforce our rear, let no man lay a finger upon your brothers!\" His voice thundered out.\n\nNow all that remained were the mages, musketeers, and cavalry. The mages and cavalry had no use at the moment, but Fenier had already figured out a way to get some use out of his musketeers. He turned his attention to the man who had screamed at them from the top of the walls, his eyes narrowing to\n\nFocus on him. The had to be of some importance to this battle, whether it be the man they were hunting down or not it did not matter. He was their prime target, the first man Fenier could even point to as a potential commander or something of the sort.\n\n\"Musketeers, set your sights on the wall. Aim and fire! Spew lead on the man mounting the top!\" Fenier commanded, his ability keeping his words to only his men, explaining absolutely nothing to the enemy. After just a few seconds of giving out the command fire upon the wall, his men raised their muskets, ligned up their sights, and pulled the trigger. A roar mimicking that of a dragon could be heard as dozens of walnut sized lead projectiles went flying towards their target. Forming an inescapable wall of death.\n\nThe musketeers were not within the primary formation, instead placed several hundred feet back, hiding among the tree's and bushes for good concealment. Any ranged attacks returned from the enemy that was aimed at the musketeers would have a difficult time finding its mark." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "With the castle gates opening, a fortress of many men and women, the radiance of something wicked. It didn't bother him, yet he felt somewhat similar to them. Not the same, but familiarity. Though they were not of family, the wickedness gave off some sense of connection. Hearing their screams of moral, Valac grinned widely, covering his lips. His eagerness to snuff out their hope was growing. \n\nHe began his slow walk through the throng, analyzing, and viewing the field before him. Trees littering the sides, nearby the fortress gate. He looked at the walls, then back at the field. He had an idea, since this was an army versus army, with a chaotic battle to ensue, he knew that sandwiching the offensive force from behind would prove a useful advantage. Fighting's against two fronts would prove challenging, even if he was the only one planning to go through with it. \n\n\"Yo! Tall man!\" \n\nHe was referring to Fenier Markovic, as he grinned a little, as he had an idea to easily overwhelm them. \n\n\"You good at climbing?\" \n\nHe said before starting to make an extremely quick spring toward the wall. Instead of running head first into the throng of carnage, he was planning to go up the walls. He assumed there may be archers or something to defend up against the walls, but if he was able to get past, he'd obtain an advantage. Allowing the enemy forces to divert themselves into the fortress while facing against the frontier of soldiers, along with other adventures. He readied his sword, planning to implant it into the wall the a great leap. All in order to efficiently get up the wall, his eyes remained extremely attentive to the wall. \n\nHe knew it wouldn't be just be merely unguarded. He had to make it up quick, while the chaos ensued. It was possibly the only time he can make it through the chaos, as the defenders, he assumed, would have their direct attention toward the throng, rather than one... Small being, running toward a wall.\n\nHe pulled out his blade holding it in his right hand, similarly to a dagger, in order to use as a sort of pike in order to dig into the wall. Though, he had expectations of something awaiting him, and was all too prepared to make a blunder. His mind was branching out different ways to move, what direction to take for each scenario. It would be farsighted, but not all was able to reach with his lacking capabilities." } ]	528	1,704
337	2023-11-26	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis had been correct, as he prowled quietly through the ramparts of the castle casting his senses throughout the seemingly abandoned castle, he instead turned and weakened his body. \n\nHe enhanced his sense of hearing and smell, trying to pull out a characteristic that was different or unique from the controlled pawns. If Indaki was near this would be the way Noctis would find him, or at least discover what else Indaki had planned. \n\nIt seemed too simple, all this for a simple head on charge? Were they being flanked? Was there a second wave waiting in the surrounding woods- or beneath the castle? \n\nNoctis had gone through hundreds of battles- something wasn't right. This was a trick of some kind. \n\n\"Valac! Tell the leaders, the big men, that this might be a trap and to pull their forces closer together and prepare for a potential ambush. I'm going to search for outliers.\" He called out to his small demon friend who was climbing into the castle, and with that Noctis moved again to search for clues." }, { "author": "Saurek Zerenex I Archduke of Lestos", "message": "As the factions clashed Saurek gazed out watching what was happening across the battlefields. The half giant was doing well to command a cohesive fighting force against the disorganized and frankly disturbingly similar controlled zombie-like individuals. The senselessness confused him, for such a terrorizing force he hadn't seen much to justify why the supposed Indaki was a terrifying force that had yet to be crushed by the imperial or the local crowns. But still as he hammered the wall with small sized boulders, launched like cannonballs eventually the wall began to noticeably crack or splinter. Saurek slid from the horses saddle and ran, launching himself towards the wall where the hammer was brought down. The blue gem had been turned red, fed by Saureks own blood as he cut his hand. The resulting concussive explosion released from the hammer was enough to smash through part of the fortresses wall and with it Saurek was sent into the heart of the fortress.\n\nAs he raised himself off the ground, dusting off shattered stone and dust from the collapsed wall he was not met by a fury of blades or ravenous mind-controlled people. Instead he was greeted by the sight of who he thought was indaki, dead on the wall. Chunks of mutilated flesh and gore spilling from the wall where musket fire and tore through. The castle itself was empty, no crates of supplies, no stalls, not even another soul inside. Saurek let the large head of his hammer crash to the floor as he gazed around, surprisingly he was disappointed by the lack of involvement or challenge. \n\nTurning his back on the castle and empty courtyards he walked backed to the colapsed mound of rubble walking up it slowly so as it peer out. If anything he expected the others to already be on their way back to the base camp or town as their job seemed to be coming to close... Unless it wasn't." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"They can handle it themselves, they looked with arrogance if you recalled... They can handle things on their own, and if they perish... It is from their own pride of underestimation.\" \n\nValac was quite cruel with his words giving a sadistic grin. His voice sly, and seemingly did not care for the others. He was quite analytic, and was quite begrudging over their first judgements. He was quite keen, yet he wasn't careless about the information. He kept it in mind. Even if this was meant to be cooperation, he didn't believe anyone worthy to Valac would hop over the castle wall, witnessing the lifelessness of the others side, though that granted a great advantage.\n\nThough, he recalled Noctis's words, recalling it may be a trap. Instead of continuing with his plan to sandwich the enemy, he instead would progress further into the emptiness that was within the fortress. He needed to scout, and obtain as much information as possible before returning to Noctis. It proved vital that his friend would know as he only cared for his friend. He made it over the wall, landing on the ground before making a full sprint into the fortress, analyzing every bit of information he can about the area, trying to detect any reminiscence of magic, or what may lurk within. \n\nHe prioritized this first before he would achieve his plan of sandwiching the group. The fact it may be a trap made him slightly worried, and didn't want to die, neither did he want the only comrade he had in his entire existence to perish. He had to do it. He knew that Noctis would probably relay the information, but that was his friend's choice. Not his, and he wouldn't judge him for that. He used his dark magic to amplify his sprint, in order to be efficient with his search, and scouting abilities. It was required, otherwise the army would fall." } ]	394	1,011
374	2023-11-27	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "General Markovic", "message": "Now that the men under his command were placed within their proper formations, Fenier moved back several meters to get a good view over the battlefield, placing himself upon a slight hill near the rear. This gave him a good vantage point, able to easily view as his infantry held back the horde while his spearmen and halberdiers launched their polearms through the slits of the infantries shields to swat away their enemy as if they were nothing more than gnats raving over honey. A fact that made Fenier feel two things, pride... And confusion.\n\nWhile the warriors within the band were exceptionally well trained and properly equipped, they wouldn't be putting down other trained soldiers at such an efficient rate. These men fought like wild animals, throwing their bodies into his formations head on with little regard for their own safety as they tried to tear him men apart with teeth and nails. This couldn't be it... There was no chance. The way their target had been explained to him was almost as if the man was a natural disaster sending forth a tsunami of calamity wherever he went. This wasn't even low tide.\n\nFenier was pulled from his thoughts and observations when he heard someone yell for him. Well, technically they yelled \"Tall Man\" But he was the tallest one there, so it was reasonable to assume the person wanted his attention. As Fenier turned to see what the man wanted, he cocked his brow. It was one of the other volunteers he had spotted earlier, the young boy! He barely had time to register to the little man's question before he decided to sprint away to the fortress without Fenier's answer.\n\nYes, he could climb, fairly well too for a man of his size. But he would not be able to assist his ally, unfortunately. His army was one that could command itself, though he never left them unless the situation was dire. He would stand by their side until his last tooth was smashed from his mouth, refusing to let them fight without the moral and physical support of their Ge\n\nNeral. \n\nAfter a moment, Fenier returned his attention back to his men who were now dispatching off the final threats. As far as he could tell, only three infantrymen had received injuries and were quickly being taken care of by their unit of medical specialists. An excellent performance as expected, one worthy of praise despite the ease of their enemy. \n\nBut... The ease of the enemy and their lacking of utilizing their given advantages still confused him. A great castle capable of holding back invaders for weeks if not months was completely abandoned within the first confrontation. They sent their entire force out at once clumped into a horde with little cohesion. And they fought like dogs wearing the flesh of men. It just didn't make any sense, there was no thought behind their actions. \n\n\"...Finish off and disengage! Separate and divide into square formations!\" Fenier roared out, commanding his men to finish off what remained of the enemy than to pull themselves from the front lines to regroup." }, { "author": "Everpresent GM", "message": "The monsters, one by one, fell to the numerous adventures which were united together in defense and survival. Their numbers whittled down, yet their violence never toned down, all of them were blind to their slowly losing situation. Or perhaps they simply didn't care, after all, these didn't seem like individuals who could think.\n\nThey were a horde.\n\nThe castle itself hardly showed any magical stains... But did show something rather odd. What stood out is the castle is precisely what it looked like, an empty, open space that had nobody inside. However, the fortification seemed to be a tad crudely built, its architecture rather unplanned and disorganized. Sharp eyes will discover this upon seeing the cobbled-together \"Design\" Of the walls, and the fact that stood out better than anything else. It was Not An Yronian-style castle. \n\n\"With me, charge!\"\n\nLord Amidawa led the counter attack, rallying the entire force to charge back. And indeed, in their new burst of courage, they pushed the monsters back into the castle gates." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Valac's investigation upon the architecture wasn't really useful, and decided to look around further, trying to find anything worth noting rather than the just made built castle... Though he soon stopped before questioning... The age of the castle. How long did it take to build. If it was under a day, that would be extremely alarming. He soon approached the castle, trying to find the entrance. He was slow and meticulous, his blade in his hand. He had to obtain as much information as possible, he needed to see what lied within. \n\nIt didn't matter if his life was in danger, as long as he had opportunities to escape, and return to Noctis in order to relay information, that's what mattered. It proved important. Otherwise, if the horde of possessed humans had something up their sleeve, the general's army would fall. He seemed quite keen on ensuring that they maintain as many troops as possible. Having enough resources to deal with what lied within, unless they had to hold the fortress after capture. He speculated... That the whole point maybe to draw the army into the fortress before overwhelming on all sides. He believe that was the possibility of the current situation. The fact that the fortress wasn't made of Yronis architecture made him very wary. Noctis's words of this maybe a trap could be true. Not what was within the fortress, rather the fact it was crudely built indicated that this was meant to draw them here. After a few moments of further investigation, he decided to begin his return toward his comrade. He needed to relay this information quickly, and assumed the possibility of it being a tactical trap. A small group that would lead in as bait, before overwhelming force from the outside. \n\nIt would be a bit hopeless if they were surrounded by many enemies, and those of power as well. He had to cease this attack all costs and instead draw them out of the fortress rather than running in and capturing. It would be a mistake is what he assumed." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Something isn't right. The mercenary can see that.\" Noctis muttered, watching as Fenier pulled his man back into formation. Lord Omidawa however was still pushing, pushing into the castle. \n\nIf this Indaki was a threat would he really go through all this trouble just to get his pawns killed? A true commander sacrificed their pawns to achieve a goal, always a goal. What was the... The castle was shoddy built and strange. \n\nWas the Castle The trap? What if when they charged in it collapsed or exploded. \n\nKnowing pulling all those men out would be hard, he instead enhanced his speed and dashed into the strange and mostly empty castle- and tried to find a way Down, to look for magic runes or something dangerous like this gunpowder he'd heard of. It would be a devious and clever plan to get all of the men to push into the castle only for it to crumble or explode or... Or somehow be a trap to turn everyone inside into Pawns. \n\nIncreasing his speed he blitzed around trying to find what might be the source of the trap- slaps casting a glance into the sky for anything flying above unseen." } ]	328	1,496
297.166667	2024-01-03	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Aharis", "message": "A strange sound disturbs his peace, from the intense heat that graces the field, he upturns his vision. Stopped in his rigorous plowing and looked behind to see what had happened.\n\n It sounded like someone was speaking\n\nHad his scarecrow come... To life?\n\nNo, as he turned, he spots that the scarecrow had a small mold growing. Had that been there before? But what took him by surprise—-\n\n\"GAH?!\"\n\nHe stumbled backwards, tripped over his own plowing device and fell into the mud on his back. Wh-\n\nWho?!\n\n\"N-good day sir, how did you- right. Sorry.\"\n\nHe got up, cleaned up what mud stained his garments. He'd offer a hand but well, you know.\n\n\"Not at all of a problem sire, what brings you here to my humble wheat fields?\"" }, { "author": "Zyn Telumbe", "message": "Zyn eyed the man with a friendly curiosity, a silly smirk growing along his cheeks. He was going to speak back with a funny quip, but being referred to as \"Sire\" Rubbed him the wrong way. The Drow chuckled and shook his head at the ground. \n\n\"Ah friend, don't call me anythin like sire, I'm not above you whatsoever. But um... Yeah it was just chance that the patch of mold inside the scarecrow was my destination. I was stuck between a rock and a big ol' beastie but luckily it had some mold growin on it somewhere. I'm a wee bit magic if ya hadn't already assumed!\" A thick accent from the land down under, if Aharis could even notice the origin. Zyn stepped forward to examine the plow, and then Aharis. A few glances between the equipment and it's owner he stated the obvious. \"You must be a strong fella. Pushin that thing around all day, betcha wish y'had some help?\" \n\nZyn had nothing better to do, and this was the closest thing a normal person could do to something he's interested in. Plus, it would be nice to sleep in a barn and not a tent for a night. He mumbles something to himself while gesturing strange signs using his hand over his chest. A minor blue glow projects from his fingers into her sternum, and a relieving Pop* Is audible to even Aharis.* \"Ahh...\"" }, { "author": "Aharis", "message": "This stranger is very kind, but even to him is strange. There isn't a lot of strangers that pass by thes-\n\nDid he said he traveled through—- that,—\n\n Mold???\n\nAharis had a dumbfounded expression on his face. Cartoonishly, this farmer leaned forward past the stranger towards the scarecrow with the mold. How did fit through that? Was there such a magic? His head hurts, as if recalling something, but pushes past it and remained blissfully unaware.\n\nHis eyes widened. Speechless!\n\n\"Why si- sir, a magician? There's not a lot of you, let alone travellers who pass through these valleys. You might be the first in a century to have unique magic like that. Mold? I'm amazed.\"\n\nGenuinely, as if he had just seen wanders. So simple, and refined. Especially making use of molds like that. Here he was, worried that he might need to patch up new clothes for the scarecrow. Whilst he himself isn't wearing anything on the waist-up but a strawhat and a cloth to cover his head from the sun. He looked too elvish, to be working manual labour like this. Sweaty and shiny with oil and glimmering sun. \n\n\"Ah! No, please. This labour is nothing. You must have travelled far. My name is Aharis, I own this patch of land. Please, come in. I don't have much to offer you, but a cup of water I just boiled would do.\"\n\nHe walked past him, not letting him deny. Into the hut, a small cabin that looks too rough, as if it was hand-built.\n\nHe pours him a cup of warm water. Cooled from heating, a while ago, and hands it to him by placing it on his small wooden table. Awaiting for him to enter. From inside, a small space. Simple and fit for at least a family of 3-4.\n\nHe was skeptical, naïvely accepting him into his home like this. But he looks tired, especially by the weird pop-sound. Honestly however, Aharis was entranced by this man. Completely forgetting his tasks for the day under the guise of hospitality.\n\nHe yelled from inside. Voice raised in a way to catch his attention from even outside. \n\n\"My house is small but it is my castle. Make yourself at home, drink, and tell me about yourself stranger!\"" }, { "author": "Zyn Telumbe", "message": "\"And I'm Zyn-\" Aharis had run into his cabin before Zyn could finish speaking. This man was a new find for the druid, he never met someone this openly interested in his magic. To him, magic was commonplace in this world even when he worked as a common guard in Merii. Zyn wasn't one to refuse hospitality, if something is free he should take it. He entered, and if Aharis was particularly perceptive he would have noticed a pair of blinking eyes on Zyn's shawl adjacent to the teeth adjusting to the change in lighting before closing again.\n\n\"I appreciate it Aharis, it is rare to find people as generous as you are, even rarer to find someone so separated from magic.\" His obsidian colored hand moved to a cup like it belonged to Zyn, he was not sheepish. Getting himself a very full cup meant he could sit with his new friend. Zyn took a big sip from the cup, some of it spilling down his chin and onto the shawl which... Made it shiver? He acted like nothing had happened and began to speak.\n\n\"I'll gladly tell you a few stories friend! I'm Zyn Telumbe, by the way. I'm a druid, so I bet you'll like some of the magic I can do.\" He knew the basic plant growth magic that would impress Aharis, but he also knew his specialty was to rot and decay things... He will wait to be bearer of unexpected news. \"You should ask though, I've been around for a handful of years.\"" }, { "author": "Aharis", "message": "There was some slight rustle sounds coming from somewhere, but he couldn't tell where it's coming from. It sounded so close yet so distant, as if it was right in front of him. But, that's not possible, is it? In front of him is the druid man, tall and mysterious. He dismissed it as the man being cold, shivering perhaps.\n\n\"Nice to meet you, Zyn! Welcome, welcome. Make yourself comfortable. I'm sorry, my home is not much.\"\n\nTo think, a druid! Traveling through mold? It fascinates him to no end. As long as he lived here, a century passed, yet this is the first druid he meets. The shoguns ruling this land don't necessarily made it an attraction, the people here are peaceful but not unaware.\n\n\"This is nothing. You must've come so far. You- you travel through mold? What else can the mo- I mean, you do? Are heading somewhere in particular?\"" }, { "author": "Zyn Telumbe", "message": "Zyn was almost flattered by Aharis, the amount of intrigue this man showed was endless. Thank goodness people such as him ask the easier questions. Spells and abilities are the simplest things to the caster, but to others they make the user appear legendary. He plucked a small mushroom from off his shoulder on the shawl and presented it to Aharis.\n\n\"I can only do it twice per day, but if a fungus like a mushroom or mold is big enough to cover my palm or more, I can see vaguely the other side of a related colony. I came out of that scarecrow abruptly because the mold was inside the jacket. I saw nothing but it was better than fighting some nameless beastie in a cave. It cracked my sternum! Anyway, I'm not heading anywhere in particular, I go wherever nature and chance decide... Unless I have a quest but that's besides the point.\"\n\nHe's an adventurer too?! The equipment he carries says so, a big scary weapon and plenty of stuff certainly stashed away on his person.\n\"If you want, I could show you a few spells I know.\"" } ]	272	1,783
246.166667	2024-01-05	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Aharis", "message": "Aharis silently listened, taking in the information and processed it as such. He had no idea that druids worked with death as much as that philosophy resonated with him.\n\n\"I-\"\n\nHe bit his tongue, as he continued to explain further in detail. Aharis doesn't know why, but he prays that Druids are peaceful. An army of them could certainly wipe out the fertility of these lands. And his job!\n\n\"Oh? Metal?\"\n\nHe stood up from his chair following him outside. But nothing's in his hands. He then, out of nothingness, lit his own hand on fire as it molds the light into a construct—- a long sword, red and hot to the touch.\n\nHe then walks a few steps to a small shack and proceeds to take out a lawnmower-like object, broken and scrapped. And used the hot weapon to cut it into pieces.\n\n\"Metal.\"\n\nHe points, as the sword disappears into nothingness again." }, { "author": "Zyn Telumbe", "message": "He was unsure why Aharis destroyed his own equipment for the sake of demonstrating his own magic. Conjuring a sword from flame meant the man Zyn stood with was much more than what he lead on. He didn't pay mind, and did his incantations anyways. His eyes stuck to the broken pieces of metal as he performed the spell. \"Bras tinc!\" His left hand swirled in a closed fist and opened palm-up with finger splayed. The metal of the scrapped piece he chose very quickly became red hot.\n\n\"Much less impressive than that sword you made, I have a sneaking suspicion you have more to yourself than farming.\" Zyn smiled, the metal on the ground burning what it touched. \"I can make it stop being hot whenever I want, or until the spell reaches its own time limit.\"\n\nNot a fancy spell whatsoever, but the implications of Zyn at will heating any metal put into perspective what kind of things he can do. \"There's one of my favorite spells though but its quite... Destructive? Do you have a small patch of grass you don't use? Flowers maybe?\"" }, { "author": "Aharis", "message": "He was nothing but captivated by the display of magic, his mind branching to possibilities of what it could mean if he could learn some of it. \n\n\"The sword? That's nothing compared to what you're doing!\"\n\nBut so far he doesn't see any correlation to agriculture, yet. So, he stood, his height casting a shadow. Could fungus heat up metal? That's something he didn't know of.\n\n\"...Ahah. That was good. As for small patches... Hmm. Would a flower pot do? I maybe a farmer, but this is not the season for flowers to bloom yet.\"\n\nHe runs to pick up a flower pot and hands it to him.\n\n\"Here. Are you going to make it grow?\"" }, { "author": "Zyn Telumbe", "message": "\"I'll just uh... Nevermind I'll just show you on some less useful grass.\" Zyn brings the flower pot to a semi-remote and unused area, placing it on the ground and backing up a little more than ten feet.\n\n\"It might not be the season but this spell certainly doesn't care.\" He widened his stance and bent his knees, lifting his hands into the air and sternly incanting the spell at the pot, this time it wasn't in Elf tongue, but common. \"WITHER and BLOOM!\" The grass surrounded the pot instantly died, rotten and dry while the flower in the pot grew and... Bloomed. Multiple smaller flower sprouted besides the original flower as well.\n\n\"It works on people, too... But what it does is expedite the decomposition process and if I so choose I can pick a living thing to grow and heal from it. On bigger things like an animal or person, it will dry them, wrinkle and crack the skin, and if they're really worse for wear muscle atrophy... Or I can heal them!\" That was definitely something related to agriculture. Making compost and recycling seem to be his schtick. To kill two birds with one stone, Zyn does his ritualistic mushroom dance at the patch of dead grass. Spores around him that weren't visible beforehand fly towards the rotten earth as he gestures his hands at the end of the short dance routine. Out sprouted mushrooms, none special just those native to the area one would expect to see." }, { "author": "Aharis", "message": "He watches, awe. Something beautiful just sprouted from the death that reeks the soil. The composition was like a dance of life he had come to know of. As the soil gives life to something new.\n\nSo, he was right. There is more to learn, something useful! He's beyond ecstatic. But he mustn't scare off the traveller. He maintains his excitement, for someone his age, 50's? 60's? He lost count. Despite his youthful appearance. \n\nHis eyes shined, but his face neutral. Aharis then was surprised by the growth of mushrooms. His dance however, entertained him. For someone who looked solemn, that was out of pocket. He had half the mind to pluck them for dinner.\n\nOh, food!\n\n\"You didn't tell me where you were headed. If you may, would you like to come into town with me? I don't cook. But I could make you some supper for your travel. You are welcomed to stay here for the night.\"\n\nHe couldn't resist and plucked the mushrooms. To be honest, the farmer was impressed. Perhaps fate has been kind today.\n\n\"In return, I'd appreciate if you could teach me how to cast that spell. It's only daytime now, the sun is at its zenith. I may need help with something. But you seem to be in a hurry?\"\n\nHe says, fixing his lungi around his waist. Removing his straw hat, arriving at the conclusion. There surely is something to do, but getting to know him is also his goal." }, { "author": "Zyn Telumbe", "message": "He looked kind of scared, like a tall order was called upon him. Zyn looked at Aharis and processed the rest of what he said so he could give the best answer he had. \"I'm in no hurry, I just like to show off a little. Uh, about staying here I can, and to teach you wither and bloom...\" \n\nZyn looked at his hands for a moment and dug through his shawl moments after. He revealed a small leather pouch and a wooden totem in the shape of a mushroom with symbols carved all over its surface. \"So, I've never taught anyone how to cast spells. I think I could though! This totem in my left hand is what I use to channel my magic from, it just needs to be on my person. This pouch has all the necessary ingredients to cast the spell and others, don't mistake it for herbs and spices and dust! Well... It is those things but they need to be at least touching your hand while you are casting the spell. But I saw that sword from earlier, so I need you to tell me how familiar you are with magic.\"" } ]	235.5	1,477
780.285714	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Rikuto Takahashi", "message": "Rikuto didn't have any destination in mind when he set out. Nor did he have all that much of a plan. He just felt a little stuffy in the city. He needed to get away from it all for a while. So, he packed some supplies and necessities and started walking, following the wind and his senses. He walked all day, taking breaks occasionally to have a snack or rest his feet. By the end of the day, there weren't any towns or villages in sight. Instead, he was surrounded by nature that existed to prove that magic existed. \n\nTrees stood tall, reaching out over his head to shelter him, dusting the ground with a delicate, pink blanket. The decision was made for him. He was going to camp under the stars. It felt like forever since he'd gotten to really enjoy being outside like this. If he patronized the gods, he'd thank them for winter being over in such a timely manner. \n\nHe picked his way through the cherry forest until he found a spot he liked, where a lake parted the trees and gave him an uninterrupted view of the sky. As the sun set, he rested his sword against a tree, put down his basket of food, and pulled his bag of necessities off his shoulders. Well, it wasn't really a bag. It was a large piece of cloth that he'd folded in a way to carry his things in a bundle. So, now, he could spread it out over the ground and rest on it. \n\nWhile he still had daylight, he walked around to collect twigs, sticks, branches, and any larger loose pieces of wood he could find to make a fire. He busied himself, establishing his camp, making his fire, washing up in the lake, boiling rice to eat with all the side dishes he'd traveled here with...\n\nBy the time the sun had disappeared from the sky, Rikuto was sitting leisurely on his blanket, eating his dinner as he watched the moon climb high to its rightful place. It was big, bright, and stunning. \"It's been a while, hasn't it?\" He sighed, a hint of a smile on his face. It had only been a day. The night before, he had sat on his porch and looked up at the moon. However, he remembered a time when he couldn't see the night sky. He couldn't even take a peek for half a second back then. So, sometimes, he felt he was always missing it." }, { "author": "Lusine Sterre", "message": "The Moon Maiden hadn't been to Yronis in quite some time. Generally she found other regions seemed to need help more, which was somewhat a shame as she adored the country and the people here. The way they were so steeped in their customs, the age old traditions that still held true, and the kind courtesy and respect that they showed to all who set foot on their land with good intentions. It was very refreshing for the demigoddess to get back a little of what she always gave so easily and so freely. She had come to assist with an earthquake that had severely damaged several villages. She had little strength but still did what she could to clean up and help rebuild homes. She shined the brightest in the conversation she made while doing so, all smiles and cheer, a seemingly unending well of encouragement and support. It was odd for onlookers, seeing such an ethereal being in borrowed clothes, muddy and disheveled, yet somehow she was still radiant. \n\nAfter several days of slogging through mud and debris, building homes, and listening to the people's stories, worries, and ideas, the Moon Maiden had finally completed the task. Her duty done, she decided to wander a little and explore this land she found so fascinating. By the time she made it to the Cherry Forests, it was twilight. Her pale skin only seemed to shine more as the sun went down and the moon came up, making her look like some fairy or ghost wandering the trees of light pink. The soft pink petals littering the forest floor almost seemed to glow in the faint moonlight. Looking up, as she did every night for thousands of years, her silvery blue eyes found the moon, hanging low in the darkening sky. The sight of it always struck her, made her feel longing so deep and so intense that stopped her in her tracks. But tonight it mostly made her feel lonely.\n\nAnyone who knew Lusine, or got to know her, generally expected her to maintain this air of happiness and calm. While that was generally her default state of being, it wasn't as endless as it seemed. She was a deeply empathetic creature, and after nearly a week of holding other people's emotions, she was Exhausted Down to her very bones. After she helped people all day, every day, there was no one to help her. For a moment she thought of Pride, wondering where he was and what he was doing; he was very good at taking care of her. But he couldn't always be there, and she didn't want to be a burden anyway. Staring at the moon, she whispered to herself, the sparkling tears leaving glittering trails down her cheeks, \"Mother... I wish you could be here now.\" It still stung, even after thousands of years, to have never really known her mother's embrace or to have a mother's comfort.\n\nThe demigoddess continued to wander a bit aimlessly, sniffling and letting the tears flow. It felt good, in some ways, to wallow in the sadness and let it out. But she was hyperaware of not letting it go too far; she didn't want to shift, certainly didn't want to get stuck again. It was a delicate balance she had to maintain. So wrapped up in her thoughts was she that she didn't realize she had nearly walked into someone's camp until she heard a man's voice. Stopping abruptly on the other side of the fire from him, she tried to wipe the tears but more just fell anyway. She offered a small smile with a nervous laugh as she apologized in the local tongue, \"I'm so sorry! I don't mean to intrude, I just... I wasn't paying attention.\" She gave a bow and began to turn to leave." }, { "author": "Rikuto Takahashi", "message": "He pulled his eyes away from the heavens and focused n the woman who had appeared in front of him. It took him a moment to register that he was looking at a real person. Rikuto was usually more aware of his surroundings— it was rare for someone to be able to sneak up on him. He must've been too lost in his own thoughts. But, he quickly corrected his dazed response, putting down his meal for a moment and springing up to his feet. \"Wait, there's no need for that,\" He said, stretching out his arm in a gesture for her to stop. \n\nHe thought better of it, dropping his arm and instead moving around his fire to close the distance between them. \"You're not intruding. As far as I can tell, this forest doesn't belong to anyone. You have just as much a right to be here as I do,\" He said, coming to a stop in front of her, not close enough to touch but close enough to see her more clearly under to moonlight. Rikuto could see that she was distressed, but he didn't point out the obvious. Instead, he put a gentle smile on his face— not because it was awkward, and he didn't have a handkerchief on hand when he'd walked over to her, but because he didn't want to make matters worse and stick his nose where it didn't belong. Even if he asked about it, that couldn't guarantee that he had the power to help. \n\n\"Have you eaten? If you don't mind, would you like to join me? I made too much rice, so there's plenty to share— it's better than letting it go to waste,\" He proposed. Although he was being truthful, there was a slight deception in his words. He had made too much rice out of habit, so he couldn't exactly say that the serving size was an accident. But, it was as good an excuse as any to not sit by and watch a crying lady wander through the forest alone. That didn't seem right. And, it was impossible to turn a blind eye to someone so difficult to ignore. Its rare to see someone so pale that they seemed to glow, like a specter.\n\n\"And, it might be a nice change of pace to talk to a person instead of the moon,\" He added, sparing the moon a glance. It was always there to listen, but it never offered any answers. It was there to keep you company more than to be a good conversation partner. For all he knew, it might have guided this woman here just to avoid having to listen to him prattling on, expecting to gain some insight. \n\nHis gaze returned to the woman in front of him, taking in her weary appearance while his smile failed to falter for even a moment. \"You can call me Rikuto. Ah...\" He paused for a moment, searching for the right words. \"I know this is a weird situation, but I don't have any bad intentions. I'm just... A traveling scholar,\" He explained, deciding that that aspect of his identity was likely the least threatening. It was certainly better than referring to himself as an ex-convict and a rake. He gestured to his camp, moving to escort her to sit down on the blanket he'd spread out." }, { "author": "Lusine Sterre", "message": "At the stranger's call to stay, Lusine turned on her heel, tears still slowly rolling down her cheeks. Another weak laugh escaped her, and her voice was very soft but bright when she spoke, \"You make a good point. The wilds belong to us all, don't they?\" She couldn't stop her blue eyes from traveling up to the moon a few moments more before she looked back at him. His smile was inviting and warm, his manner easy. She felt the lump in her throat and sniffled; perhaps she could relax here, after all, in the care of this kind man.\n\nIn unwilling response to his question, the demigoddess' stomach let out a most unseemly, loud growl. She laughed more in earnest now, eyes still glassy but the flow of tears stopped. \"I seem to have forgotten dinner in all my hustle and bustle this evening. Thank you, that would be lovely.\" The few tears that made their way to the ground had sprouted small white flowers that immediately bloomed in the moon's glow. She reached down to pluck one, smelling it deeply before putting it behind her ear. It's calming effects couldn't hurt. \n \n\nAt his mention of talking to the moon, the Moon Maiden's face shifted from a little sad, to surprised, then to joyful, her hands clasped together in front of her chest as a wide grin spread across her face. Her tone was instantly more chipper, \"You can't possibly understand how very much I empathize with that statement. She's an excellent listener, but...\" The melancholy showed under happy facade, \"Too distant for much more than that.\" She offered a warm smile equal to his own, \"A good change of pace for me, too.\"\n\nThe Startouched's face lit up at his introduction, \"Rikuto, what a happy accident to meet you. I am Lusine. You might say I'm... A representative of the moon. So please, talk to me as such.\" She gave him a knowing smile, from one to another who pours out their heart to the glowing rock in the sky. As she took a spot on the blanket and ate a few bites, she looked at him more in earnest and realized with a little happy surprise that this seemed to be a rare encounter indeed. She spoke with animated ease, her love of people gradually overtaking her sadness, \"A scholar! I do so love your lot, so many things I can learn... Let's start with how a snake becomes a scholar. It must be a fascinating tale!\" She turned a gaze on him that belied her girlish charm, that spoke of knowledge beyond his years. \"It's been many thousands of moons since I've seen one like you. How intriguing.\" There was no anger, malice or fear in her, only open curiosity. \"I appreciate the reassurance, but I'm more than confident I could take care of myself if you turned out to be a threat.\" The combination of the firelight and moonlight only heightened the opalescent glow of her pale skin." }, { "author": "Rikuto Takahashi", "message": "Rikuto did his best to keep a straight face, and suppress the urge to laugh. It was as if her stomach had ears, and nature had no shame. His smile became a touch brighter, and he resolved himself to give her a good share of food— to fill her bowl up with a healthy sampling of each side dish he packed. She seemed to be very frank, which agreed with him. However, he wasn't sure what to make with her. She performed magic as naturally as breathing. Even the magicians he'd occasionally seen in town and on his travels tended to make some sort of production out of their acts. And yet, this woman, Lusine, made a flower grown, and didn't even seem the least bit tempted to wave it in front of his face and brag about her skills. He was all the more interested in sharing a meal with her. \"I'm glad we came across each other's paths,\" He said. \"I believe these woods belong to everyone, but it's certainly more difficult to scrounge up a meal by relying on it. And food is just food, have as much as you like.\"\n\nHe could see that she must have had a lot on her mind, the way that her expression seemed to shift so much. But, at least she seemed much brighter than earlier. So, he could be a bit more at ease, right? A bit of confusion flashed over his face for a moment. He started it by making a joke about talking to the moon, since that was exactly what he was doing when she found him. But, it was strange that someone took it so seriously. The moon was just the moon. It was his companion, but he was the one putting so much weight and affection on a force of nature. Lusine talked like... It was hard to explain, until she introduced herself. His eyebrows knitted together. \"What? Really?\" He asked, surprised. He hadn't even fully recovered from that when she pointed out exactly what he was, deep down. Even his parents took years to figure out that he was a snake— how could someone find that out in seconds? To say he was stunned would be be downplaying his response a little.\n\nHe sat there, blinking, processing all of the information he just received, until he had a theory that thoroughly shook him to his core. It seemed impossible, but... There were a lot of strange things in this world. Regardless of whether the theory he thought of was true or false, his mannerisms were suddenly much more respectful. \"It's a pleasure to meet you,\" He said, bowing politely. \n\nHe watched her, a sea of questions brimming behind his eyes, but he held back to keep from being rude. So, for now, he'd give her a few minutes or so before he asked everything on his mind, enough time for her to concretely establish an impression of him being a good, polite scholar. \"Ah, yes, well, I'm pretty useless at being threatening. Well, to some people, just me being there seems threatening, but you clearly aren't afraid of snakes. Anyways, of course I can tell you the story, but I don't think its all that interesting... I don't fully understand it myself. Before, I was a regular snake, some noble young lord's pet, but then he died and I was out on my own. So, I roamed around for a while, as a snake, and then very suddenly, I was a human enough baby and I was adopted by a family. They were all regular humans.\" He paused for a moment. \"I guess its not all that much of a story. After that, I was raised like I was one of them. Did you really see someone like me thousands of moons ago?\" He asked, jumping from one subject to another, as if he really couldn't contain himself any longer. \"Are— are you the same Mood Demi— ah, no. That sounds ridiculous.\" He must've been a bit too obsessed and absorbed in ancient history and legends. Besides, even if those ancient demigods had returned somehow, what were the odds of randomly running into one of them?" }, { "author": "Lusine Sterre", "message": "Not wanting to feel any more embarrassed than she already did, Lusine tried to eat the bowl of offered food slowly. But the smells, and Lunara The taste, it was all So good, and she found she was so ravenously hungry. Her eating picked up pace until she realized she was nearly to the end of the bowl. She tried more purposefully to eat slowly. It wasn't often she got the chance to eat meals prepared by loving hands, and she savored the thought and effort put into such a thing almost as much as the actual flavor. While the villages had fed her as thanks for helping, it was incredibly simple fare. This dish was more of what she had always loved about the cuisine of the area, simple but so effective cooking methods that really made the flavor of each ingredient shine. She found a small smile on her face just at the joy of the meal, of good company. \"Oh, friend, food is so much more than food. It can be a vehicle of kindness, generosity, as it is now. Food, when shared together like this, is such a connecting force. And as someone who doesn't get a homecooked meal often, I so appreciate it, thank you.\" Her voice was sincere and softly fervent, even about a simple matter like this.\n \n\nThe Moon Maiden was, quite literally, made to take care of people, and thus usually quite good at reading them. Rikuto's confusion and shock were apparent to her, and not wishing to pile too much on him at once, she continued on being vague just a little longer, to give his mind the chance to catch up. It was something she'd done countless times yet wasn't something she tired of, watching people come to terms with what she was. The joy it often gave people made her quite happy in turn. If all it took was her very presence to uplift others, it was an incredibly small price she was willing to pay in spades. \"Yes, the moon and I have much in common. And I, too, am a great listener.\" She turned a soft smile and pale eyes glittering like stars on the man as she gave him time to gather himself and share his story. She noted the increase in his respect towards her with suppressed amusement.\n \n\nIt was one of the qualities the demigoddess so loved about scholars, their innate curiosity and desire to explore their chosen subjects. As she listened to him talk and simultaneously watched the gears turn, the questions that almost formed on his lips then were retracted, she couldn't help the grin that very slowly broke out on her face. She regarded him with joy that poured forth nearly unabated, \"Snakes can be quite lovely creatures. I understand why some fear them, but I think it's more a misunderstanding. You all are just like most creatures, wanting not to be bothered. And if you're bothered, sometimes you strike out. Many beings are like this, why should you be treated any differently?\" She took in his story and let out a soft Tsk Sound before commenting, \"You're saying the miracle of a thing being Awakened Isn't much of a story? I know the details being unknown may not make it Sound Very interesting, but my dear reptile, your very life is almost as rare as my own... These days anyway.\" She gave a rueful smile, his own joy escaping being just the balm she needed, \"Oh yes, very long ago, but yes. For something to be awakened takes a great deal of power; for it to be awakened in such a way that it can take human form, takes even More. I'm not sure who did it, but she was a rattlesnake... She really liked dancing and music, funny enough.\" \n \n\nAt Rikuto's spluttered question that abruptly stopped, the Startouched only smiled a moment. She found that words never really did the trick for this and always opted for showing instead. With someone who seemed to recognize her on as little information as she'd given, she thought he might recognize her fabled weapon. Pushing aside an outer skirt of her dress, she pulled out the Scythe of Stars, gently laying it on the blanket between them. The moon-shaped blade sparkled like thousands of tiny stars were contained within, and its craftsmanship was clearly both ancient and divine, a gift from her mother upon their one and only meeting. Giving him a few moments to take that in, she thought her astral form might do best to seal the deal, as she wasn't aware of any other arcane practitioners that could so shift into the dream realm but remain in the corporeal one simultaneously. She held out a hand to her side, as if gesturing, that slowly faded into translucent sparkling light; her whole body gradually became half there, half not, her form completely see through but still visible to the naked eye, almost looking like the sky if Rikuto looked up right now. She only held it a moment, not wanting to get lost in dreams in her exhaustion, and the only answer she actually spoke to him was, \"Is it really so ridiculous?\"" }, { "author": "Rikuto Takahashi", "message": "Rikuto gazed at the food he had packed, a thoughtful look coming over his face before he quickly corrected it with a sheepish smile. He didn't think it was anything special, but when he pondered about the idea, he couldn't help but agree that Lusine was correct. The same simple dishes were a lot nicer when he ate them in the company of a grandpa in the neighborhood, whose only living child had left and gotten married years ago. The greasy, over-seasoned food in a pleasure house became much more palatable when it was eaten in the company with many other laughing, cheerful young masters. And the times when his food was at his worst, he was all alone... He lightly shook his head, dismissing the somewhat melancholy thoughts and hoping that they didn't show on his face. \"Ah, no need for that,\" He said. He didn't really share to hear a thank you, but instead, as he reasoned, to satisfy his own selfish curiosity. \"If you enjoy it, that's enough for me,\" He replied. \"Would you like anything to drink? I could make some tea, or maybe you'd prefer some wine.\" Whichever struck her fancy, he didn't mind sharing it. He was already sharing his food. It was an oversight on his part to have not already poured her something to drink. \n\nHe wasn't sure if either were her taste. He didn't have anything special, but she didn't really seem to be looking for delicacies. From what he saw, he thought she had a very down to earth and relatable nature, although she held onto this impermeable air of mystery. He hadn't been able to unravel much of any of those mysteries, but the answers weren't really the interesting part. What was most entertaining was solving for the answers. \"You're very broad-minded, and I really appreciate that. I tend to hide my nature, but you saw right through it, and had no problem with it. It's very refreshing,\" He said, wondering if more people outside of Yronis had the same ideals.\n\nHe loved Yronis, it was his home, but it could be pretty... Harsh towards anyone or anything that didn't fit in with the status quo. He was even more astonished when he thought about how easily she recognized himf ro what he is. She must be incredibly powerful. He listened attentively to her take on the matter— something he'd always considered a lucky coincidence— and he felt a twinge of inspiration. Although he felt bashful about it being called a miracle, his eyes still brightened and new fragments of story ideas come to his mind. He was also very interested in the friend she talked about. \"Ah, I hope she's living well as an artist. It's— I've heard it can be hard to make money that way, but its better to be free and doing what you love.\"\n\nHe had a hard time holding himself back from taking out paper and a pencil to take notes with, so he promised himself that he wouldn't forget the ideas that were popping into his head this night. He observed her closely, her eyes widening a little at her demonstration. Well... That answered his question, didn't it? \"I suppose it's not,\" He replied simply, now with an itching to get his paper and pencil so that he could draw what he'd witnessed. Never had he thought before that he would meet a demi-god. \"How? Are you all back, or just you? There's not another war, is there?\" It wasn't really that he didn't want to be dragged into a war, but rather that, after righting a novel about all the suffering and struggled the demi-gods went through, he didn't want them to have to go through that again. He could sympathize, to a certain extent. If he had to go back to prison again... Well, he'd simply rather not. \"That may have come out wrong. I hope you have better experiences in the world, from now on.\" He wondered for a moment if sentiments were enough.\n\n\"Is there anything I can do for you while you're in Yronis? I know some good restaurants, and tea houses, and popular auction houses— whatever you're interested in, if I don't know about it, I'm sure I could find you some good recommendations.\"" } ]	783	5,462
890.333333	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Hallie Kolbeck", "message": "It had been far too long since Hallie breathed in the sea breeze. Not that she needed to breathe, but the briny smell of the ocean was such a comfort, she made an exception. Business and companionship had kept her on land for a while, so at the first whiff of a good prospect off the coast of Yronis, she couldn't resist getting back on a boat. \n\nSpeaking of things the vampire couldn't resist, she immediately roped her new best friend into doing this robbery too. Crime was always more fun shared, especially with someone just as cruel and beautiful as she was herself. It would be Perfect. The news Hallie had caught wind of was that the Yronians had finally recovered an ancient and valued sword from demons on an island between the Empire and whatever barbarian nation might lay beyond. This sword has something to do with their history, and it bites her to tears so the pirate has gotten distracted by a pretty lass next to her. But when she tuned back in, they spoke of its priceless value and special attribute of acting of its own accord with whistled commands. Such an item would either fetch a high price, perhaps at ransom if nothing else, or be an invaluable asset; she was determined to find out which one.\n \n\nWith a bit of her charm and allowing a young sailor from Yronis to paw at her before she snapped his neck, Hallie managed to figure out the ship's route as it carried the sword back. And from her years spent in taverns and on ships, she knew enough about their legends, superstitions, Fears, to create an excellent diversion to snatch the fabled sword. With her already pallid complexion, all it took was washing her hair in black ink, some kohl smudged around her eyes, and stealing a set of women's Yronian robes to complete the ghostly look she was going for. She felt a bit naked without both her hat and coat, but the cold metal of her pistols pressing against her skin under the robes was enough comfort. \n\nPiercing blue eyes, made more so by the dramatic makeup, slid over to her fair friend next to her in the skiff they had stolen. The vampire's eyes were wild with excitement, a look Aspeth had probably become accustomed to over the last month or so since they reconnected. Her fellow pirate had reignited what spark of life remained in her to a roaring blaze, and Hallie found she had to touch her, Taste her, at every available opportunity. Being so well fed kept her rather sharp, strong, and in a good mood. She spoke with eyes that sparkled with mayhem, \"Stick to the plan, let me enter first, and enhance my show with your illusion magics however you'd like as you sneak on board.\" She'd never admit it, but Hallie still wasn't entirely sure how Aspeth's illusions worked; no matter, the point was to scare these men shitless, slaughter them, and take the sword. That She knew with certainty Aspeth could do. Hallie would pose as a vengeful spirit, take their attention, and hopefully be believable enough to disarm them for a good few moments.\n \n\nThe vampire's icy blues slid down to Aspeth's neck briefly before she bit her lower lip, taking a deep breath, then turning her gaze to the ship they slowly floated towards. Luck was on their side this night, a layer of fog laying over the water and concealing their approach. The current pushed them steadily to their destination, so they needed only steer quietly. Hallie dodged the thoughts that had been trying, and failing, to plague her for a bit now. How familiar, how nice it felt, to be doing wicked deeds with someone she quite cared for; hopefully it'd end better this time. With one more mental shove to that line of thinking, she shot her partner in crime a confident smirk and a wink as they got close to their target. Her vampirism allowed her to jump to the ship's hull gracefully and near silently, clinging to it like a spider as she crawled up the side. She couldn't wait to prey on these men's deepest fears." }, { "author": "Aspeth Sariel", "message": "If there was one thing that Aspeth would admit that she loved above all things, it was the feeling of the breeze whipping through her hair, and keeping her bangs out of her eyes. Oh, it simply felt Perfect As she stood. Years of time upon the sea allowed her to perfectly balance even against the waves.\n\nAspeth had originally played hard to get with this little robbery that seemed to be planned, of course she had actually been interested the mere Second She heard what they were stealing. A supposed demon's blade from some forgotten island. If they were lucky, it might even be a bit cursed. Aspeth could feel the excitement bubbling within her chest, the possiblity of striking such a blow to a country, without even needing an army? It was almost too good to be true. But, she wouldn't let the excitement take her over just yet, that could come with the celebrations afterwards. As she was already certain that they were going to take the sword practically without issue. Now, she had no clue if it would be better to sell such an item or use it. She did have quite the vendetta against few individuals, and such a sword would probably be invaluable in the future against such bastards. Perhaps even strike against the Gods themselves.\n\nAs she heard the voice, she turned towards her comrade with a grin plastered upon her face. She couldn't forget about the woman who had brought such an opportunity to her. Especially with just how many times she had felt those teeth draw close to her throat. Though, it wasn't an unwelcome feeling, even if it did leave her a bit woozy at times. \"Oh, you know it, darling. But I just must say, you do look good in black.\" With her little tease done, and as they drew close to their destined target, she felt her grin widen as she made her own way up the boat. She already had a perfect plan of how her illusions would make such a disguise perfect.\n\nAs she was slowly clambering up the side of the boat, a long exhale escaped her as smoke flew out of her lungs. Like a snake, it slithered up the side of the boat and began to spread upon the deck. Any rats hidden between the barrels and crates would slowly choke to death as a fine layer of black fog appeared upon the main deck. With Hallie's disguise, it'd likely make it seems as though she was floating. The next addition to her little enhancement, as she found herself on the edge, was to place her hand upon the deck itself as water flowed from her hand. Make the deck slippery and difficult to see on, and plenty of obstacles will knock over the bastards that try to stop them. Aspeth wasn't usually one to stay out of sight, but when she had something like this to do? Oh, she could not Stop Herself from simply doing her best.\n\nSlowly, she clambered onto the boat, she covered herself with the smoke, letting it flow around her body like a liquid. Any poor soul that was standing upon the deck would likely be hearing some strange whispers coming from the smoke, as if the souls of the damned were begging to be released, and if one looked closely, it almost seemed as if there were the vague silhouettes of hands reaching towards the sailors' legs. Luckily, due to Aspeth's skill in such magic, Hallie was completely unaffected by the smoke. Truly, Aspeth was the grandest when it came to needing to perfect the actions of a disguise. Aspeth already had a small blade in her hand, and she was ready to spill blood." }, { "author": "Hallie Kolbeck", "message": "With a slight turn ever upward of the corners of her mouth, Hallie met the tease with full confidence, \"Oh, I know it, love; I look good in Everything, but thank you, all the same.\" Their shared madness was enough to make her positively giddy... Yet it would always come with that undercurrent of melancholy. She was vaguely aware she could only keep shoving that down for so long, even coldhearted as she was, she wasn't Entirely Heartless. But while it worked, she'd keep shoving it down for another day. Vampires, like any other creature, enjoyed companionship. And while her feelings might be more fleeting at times, much harder to win at others, they were no less real. She was simply governed by the more instinctual ones like lust and hunger, having to work a little harder to focus on the others. \n\nOnly one sorry sap of a sailor managed to see Hallie's pallid hand stretch up over the side, claws stretched wide then scraping the wood, before Aspeth's mist began to cover her. He blinked aggressively, trying to convince himself that it was just his imagination, his sleepy weariness of ending up with the nightwatch, and lamented how much worse the fog seemed to be getting. But it only took a few moments for him to notice the whispers coming from the fog, and had it always been so Black? His brows furrowed as he stood from the barrel he had been sitting on, only then noticing the splash of water on the deck. Before his mind could fully register all these oddities, the vampire came, seemingly, floating out of the mist, sharp blue eyes boring into him and black hair nearly floating in the wind. Knowing precisely the buttons to push, she began to wail in a terrible, earsplitting shriek, \"You Left Me!! How Dare You! I'll make you and everyone you know *Suffer!\"* He managed to scream in Alonian, Onryo!! All hands– Before Hallie slashed at his throat, blood spraying all over her to complete her ghastly look.\n \n\nAs more men poured out onto the deck, she cackled maniacally before continuing her banshee screeching, \"You thought you could get away with it! But now I'm here to collect what I am owed!\" Men were just all too easy to manipulate. Her cries from before were loud enough that even those below deck would've heard rather clearly. Undoubtedly, all these men had, one way or another, left a woman behind, and for many it was likely they had wronged said woman in some way. This trick was an incredibly easy one to employ, but especially with the Yronian legends of vengeful female ghosts and how they believed such ghosts would only be appeased by either offerings or sacrifice. She'd heard of some onryo even getting shrines and constant prayers to keep their assaults at bay; maybe she should keep this act up and see what got offered at Her Shrine. There was a certain respect afforded these menacing ghosts, and she saw it in the eyes of some of these men as they debated whether they should fight her, bow to her, or simply jump overboard.\n \n\nChoking and gasps soon began to fill the air, and Hallie wasted no further time jumping into the fray to slash and bite her way through the men that chose to fight. She heard a few splashes of probable deserters but there were still plenty of sailors left willing to fight; after all, the pride of their nation was on the line, and while she gave them a difficult choice to make, enough still chose to uphold the honor of Yronis at all costs. She managed to fell a few in a rain of blood before they got a better beat on her position as they stumbled along the slippery deck; another reason she was grateful to her vampiric power for gluing her to the deck. With a bit of surprise, she felt a sharp pain in her ribs and whirled to face the sailor and his bloody sword. Snarling and baring her fangs, she realized he had a friend right behind her. As both men made to strike simultaneously, the one behind was taken out by a crate sliding, unsecured, across the deck. \n \nIn a fit of blind, bloodlust-driven rage, the vampire lunged at the man before her, ripping his sword out of his hand by the blade, leaving her hand covered in bloody cuts. She tossed the sword to the side as she sat atop him, perhaps something some men dreamed about, in a different way, before she tore into him with wild abandon. She bit at his throat, ripping tendons away with her teeth, claws leaving striped rips down his face before she began stabbing and tearing at his chest. He was thoroughly dead before she finally got enough awareness back to abandon the bloody heap of gore and run at the next target." } ]	873	2,671
484.470588	2023-11-26	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As the moon rises over the Capitol, the forest sits oddly silent. While the plains around the center city are blanketed by farmlands and fields, folk tales spread far and wide. If there is one that takes fame, it would be that of the eastern woods. Why? You may wonder...\n\n*Not a single chirp to be heard, nor is there a sighting of a single bird. Beware the forest edge, lest you be lost to it's maze. Forever wandering, in it's foggy haze. If you sneak out at night, you may fall into a fright. So shut your doors and keep your locks tight.\n\nChildren know better than to ignore the songs warning. It may act as a folk song to keep the littles in check, but there is some truth to it. As the eastern forest holds many secrets and it's heart pulsates with magic. Raw and chaotic, like a tear into the weave made to invite the hardiest of souls or the craziest of fools to gaze upon it. It is rare that the forest opens it's gateway to outsiders, beckoning them closer to take a deeper look.\n\nThere are no trails that lead into the forest normally. Yet tonight, there is a clear distinct path of small blue blossoms that have sprouted. Leading directly into the woods that stands as proud as it is ominous. It's beauty is breath taking and while the normal hues of muted greens and browns stand as a statement of simplicity in tranquility. There are now blue-purple lights dancing in the sky, as if to guide spirits home and into their next realms. The leaves of the tree canopy shimmers, as if breathing with the very life that it holds within it.\n\nYet in the strange silence that surrounds these woods, where not a peep can be heard from a single animal. Every time the wind whirls by a small song can be heard. Like a lullaby or the muse of a harp, plucking sweet chords to lure the unsuspecting deeper in. A tune produced by the humming wisps that sit upon the various branches of the woods, as if waiting... For something... Someone..." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"We camp here for the night. I'll be going in alone, let nothing happen to these things Valac. Should I find any mishaps have occured with either- ill kill you both no matter who is at fault.\"* Noctis had said as he removed the gleaming enchanted armor pieces and unbuckled his sword and sheath from his belt. Wrapping them in a blaket, he set the bundle near the firelight so that his two companions could keep close eyes on it. \"Tonight I hope I shall be adding a potion maker to our traveling party.\" After giving instruction to Valac and Sylvar, he'd set off, without armor and without his sword, feeling that strength would do him no good in overcoming whatever challenges awaited him. \n\nNoctis' long legs carried him in swift and impossibly silent strides, the gait of a predator that had never been prey. His silver eyes carried only the faintest glow as he used his magic, enhancing his body to move with a silent grace and boosting his senses to hear, smell and see everything in a sharp definition. It was only a light bit of magic, something he could keep up for quite some time with little effort. Beauty was the core of Noctis' passion, the divine blood that flowed through his veins compelled him to protect and admire that which he thought beautiful, and this forest fit that description. He tread carefully along the flowers, never crushing one underfoot and taking in the glimpses of wisps around him. Seeing them fluttering in and out of his vision, it took him back to a quieter time of his life. \n\n- - - - \n\n\"The wisps will guide you home, always, Noct. I carried you here when you were an infant and let the wisps kiss your skin, so they may always know you.\" His mother had whispered in his ears as they lay in a clearing within the dense wood that surrounded their mountain home. A creek gurgled and whispered nearby, the leaves of the branches shuddered as they spoke and told of what beats were within and there like fireflies from beyond the veil were wisps, blinkin\n\nG in and out, watching and waiting within the branches and the bushes. He had grown up in the old age, in the dawn of the mortal eras, when the gods had gone but the divine magics remained still soaked into the earth. \n\n- - - -\n\n\"Come now forest, show me what challenges you have for me. I will have my potion maker or become fertilizer for Old Man Oak.\" He spoke, his musical voice carrying through the dark with authority and yet, never a glimpse of hostility. Noctis' greatest blessing in being a child of the god of beauty, was that he sought out the beautiful aspects of the world and learned about them, and he was born to rebel against the ugly, the wars, the hate. He knew of the woods, of the spirits, he'd danced with them as an ivory figure in rings of mushrooms, he'd slept beneath the bows of trees who'd watched the gods wander the earth. \n\nNoctis perhaps wasn't a paragon of good, he'd do what it took to survive and to make the changes he wanted, but he was never ignorant of the world around him." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Noctis will find the petals of the blue moon blossoms petals turning white, returning to their original color when he passes them by. Each one producing the sound of a chime. As if trying to sing to the moon of the night, humming with each step he takes. Small bits of what looks like pollen that mimics the light of fireflies can be seen all throughout the area. Again, breathtaking is an understatement. It as if he has walked right into a children's storybook, a dream, or a painting of the visionaries.\n\n\"Shh! Someone is coming!\" A child-like voice ushers.\n\nSuddenly, all light from the area fades as Noctis stands just within the entrance. The wisps out of sight and it becomes near impossible to see. Yet he is not alone. In fact, Noctis is surrounded though it is impossible to see with the naked eye without the enhancement of magic. Small wisps chat amongst themselves. Whispers of debates, what to do, how do they address the stranger? Then silence as a creature makes herself known to Noctis whereas her smaller cousins remain hidden.\n\n\"Child of the ancients, you have come.\" The older spirit comments, her voice smooth as it is monotone.\n\nShe may sound as though she is devoid of emotion. But on the contrary, it is quite the opposite. She is a being of the weave, chaos is what makes her, she is all emotions at once yet none at the same time. The stars on her skin mimic the lights in the night sky. Her ethereal white cloak nearly blinding, her gaze soft. As she stands proud, she reveals her hands and with it she sprinkles a type of powder on the ground. Producing a line of growing white mushrooms.\n\n\"You are eager for the challenges, yet are you worthy? You have made your claim, is that truly what you wish to earn from the grove?\" She asks, as if referring to Esme or more so her location as a reward.\n\n\"Once you pass the pixies parasols, you may not be able to return back. Are you truly ready to speak to the denizens of the grove? Should you find it.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis was silent as the spirit appeared, his raven black hair only making his pale skin and silver eyes more stark in the night. Child of the ancients was right, the gods had walked the earth for eons before he and his kin, before the elves with their trees and the giants with their stones. In a technical sense Noctis might be one of if not the oldest mortal on Aeterna, that he did not know. What he did know was that he'd stepped into a very dangerous place. \n\nMagic of the Fae was not something fireballs or superhuman strength could simply overcome, especially not when you walked so openly into their land and willingly took part of their rituals. Once you'd done that- your fate was out of even the gods hands. How he wished Masculo would end the silence and speak to him. \n\n\"Honored friend.\" He said, and he bowed low, hooking one ankle behind his heel and dipping down, never breaking eye contact and extending one black clad limb out like the wing of a bird. After straightening, he watched the mushrooms and took in the soft breezes of the trees, the seen and unseen, the known and unknown. \n\n\"You could turn back.\" The voice of an old friend warned, but he pushed it away. The eleven demigods were either dead or worse, all but their title had vanished so far as he knew. Nary even a song of anyone but Scipio and his enemies. \n\n\"I know not if I'm worthy, but I am sure of what I want. I seek things that can only be accomplished by the right means- and your forest houses one of those means.\" He responded, waving his hand to create illusions of the petals that Esme had left behind when she'd flown away. \n\nAfter his statement, he moved and stepped over the mushrooms, knowing that now there was officially no turning back. Weaponless, armor-less- but never hopeless. \n\nHow many legends had he faced and conquered? How many times had he, half human as he was, done what was thought impossible? He could succeed here, or perhaps his story would come to an unceremonious end." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Then your choice is decided.\" \n\nThe spirit's voice echoes as the winds stir. The trees sing in symphony as their leaves wildly ruffle against on another, the spirits hum and all of them appear for a moment of a second before fading away with their elder cousin.\n\nSilence... Darkness... Noctis, you are alone.\n\nYet there are faint chimes that can be heard in the distance. A fragment of hope? Or perhaps a trap lying in wait for the foolish to step in. For what fey doesn't want to take hold of a half human born of the ancients? Small giggles pluck like harp strings to the ears, little footsteps echoing in the distance. Then there is the sound of... Is that a clock ticking?\n\nSuddenly, one of the spirits appears as if to be walking beside Noctis. It is quiet, it's gaze downcast. It looks guilty. It's arms held behind it's back, it's feet dragging across the ground and leaving small imprints of where it walked. Occasionally it looks up at Noctis but then a small bit of blue blush appears on it's face. Quickly averting it's gaze and murmuring to itself in a language likely lost to time. Then it kicks a tiny pebble and it lets out a tiny gasp, flickering in and out of view before calming down.\n\nTimid little thing, isn't it?\n\n\"Worfy... Worfy... Dunno if worfy...\" It continues to mumble to itself, occasionally looking up and narrowing it's gaze at Noctis before repeating it's past behavior.\n\"If not worfy... Dunno what do...\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis had been born with many gifts, the Gift of Tongues for example let him understand and be understood in any spoken tongue, save a select few. The Gift of Grace always kept him surefooted, so on and so forth, he was beauty incarnate. Now however, he did not know if it would help or hinder. Fae loved beautiful creatures and people, many times he'd nearly been whisked away from his mother to be raised a princeling or eaten or buried to make a great tree. Yet here he stood... \n\nNoctis doesn't stop for the spirit, but he doesn't ignore it either. \n\n\"Hello Honored Friend, are you my guide? Or are you here for tricks?\" He asked, and he wove only the slightest bit of Charmspeech into it, to encourage the spirit to speak true. Noctis would play their game, but he could weave in some of his own rules too. Scanning the darkness, he tried to determine which way would get him to this grove. The Witch he sought was definitely no ordinary one, and not of a dark coven either. He'd met a dark coven and only barely escaped their wrath through the aid of friends. \"I would deeply appreciate your company.\" He said, and plucked a sweet candy from his pouch, handing it to the spirit. Giving gifts was good, but it was a terrible idea to accept a gift from a Fae. That meant you could become a slave, or worse. Far worse. \n\n\"Ignis luxim.\" He said, and created a small hovering fireball that orbited his head slowly to cast light for him to see with. \n\n\"Never alone.\" He thought to himself, thinking of his father, of the ghostly face of Emi still twisted in pride at her betrayal, of the blank and faceless spectre that was Scipio and his fate. \n\n\"Which way...\" He murmured to himself softly." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "The fae spirit is hesitant as it is addressed and it naturally falters away. Clasping its hands together as its shoulders raise towards its ears, if there even are any. It grumbles for a moment, twiddling it's fingers as it paces back and forth. Honored friend? Suddenly, it swoons and giggles as it turns it's back towards the man. Clearly happy to be bestowed such a title more than anything else.\n\n\"Forst tim, forst tim (first time).\" It chuckles to itself as it jumps up and down.\n\nThen it's white eyes go wide as it then holds out its hand to take the little candy. Wrapper and all it chucks the item into it's mouth and produces three little spirit-flame hearts. Humming in joy as it does a little jig. But then it notices Noctis' distant stare and like a puppy, it circles him in curiosity. Each step produces a subtle sound of a heart string and soon it tugs on his pant leg as it stands side by side.\n\n\"Never alone?\" It says, speaking out his own thoughts before it then cheers. \"Never alone! Never alone!\" \n\nHopping around and flailing it's arms around, running a little ahead before skidding it's heels into the ground to come to a stop. Turning around and looking back, as if waiting for Noctis to catch up. Beckoning as if to follow as it covers it's lower mouth with it's long white sleeve. Humming a small song, one that the songbird sang when she flew off just a few days ago. Perhaps the wisps are her doing... Or maybe she merely mimicked their song given she lives here.\n\nPerhaps this is a path forward? Perhaps not... If Noctis looks back, he would only see an endless forest. The path out is gone as it is as if he has been transported into another world. It seems the maze of the children's tale is true. So is this fae of pure heart, or one more sinister?\n\nThe choice is yours. To follow this little fae in the direction of the chimes? Or will Noctis go his own way, into the fast darkness of the unknown. To make his own light and path forward." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis had spent his entire adult life following the will of one man. He had been more than an underling, he'd been a sworn brother, a comrade in arms, he'd served his master Scipio faithfully. Even now he couldn't help but wish that Scipio would come striding out of the darkness to lead them to another victory. By the side of the most legendary of mortals, Noctis had felt invincible. Now, he was just a man in the woods, nothing more or less. The small spirit was amusing to say the least, and it helped that Noctis knew at least some of the customs to keep himself from becoming entrapped. Entrapped... Was that what awaited at the end of this road? How to know which would lead to Esme? Noctis had spent plenty of time chasing women- never had he chased one this hard, and he didn't even have a desire to court her. \n\nHe chose his words carefully. \n\n\"We walk the same road, but I do not follow you.\" To follow a fae was to give them control of your feet. Yet he could happen to walk in the same direction of this spirit. He relied lately so much on his overwhelming physical strength, but it could not save him now. Crashing into the dark forest was likely to lead to his demise... \n\n\"If you truly wish to prove your fate-less fate. Then test it there. If you believe fate that our paths have met, or lack thereof and by sheer luck. Then grasp it and meet me again within the heart of the woods. Look for the moon blossoms and if your intent is true... Then we will meet again.\" Esme's sing song voice danced in his head. Noctis had hardly wanted anything more than to get Esme to travel with him. A demon, a shapeshifting thief and a potion maker who could nudge fate. They were no demigods of war, no masters of devastation to bring death- but they could be exactly what he needed to find out the truth of what had happened to his beloved Aeterna. \n\nReaching into his pocket again, he enhanced his hand strength and smashed severeal coins into glimmering pieces, tossing them to the floor\n\nOccasionally as he walked. An old wives tale told of kids who were led into the woods where a witch dwelled, who found their way home by leaving a trail. It couldn't hurt to take some lessons from myths. After all, they were called Fairy Tales for a reason." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "The spirit gives a blank stare as Noctis walks by and before long, it is walking a few quick paces behind him with it's little feet. For every one step he takes, it has to take about five or six. Yet as the two get closer towards the chimes, they get loud. As if praising the man for his choice yet still remaining ambiguous in it's intention. Where the forest was once dark, now in the horizon there are small fireflies fluttering about. Producing hues of blue and white. A journey that feels endless, accompanied by the chatter of the smaller spirit right behind him.\n\n\"Luck... Lucky! Luck!\" It mumbles, repeating the word over and over again as it picks up a small piece of grass.\n\nPulling it to it's mouth, it blows gently to produce a small note to accompany the chimes. This seems to cause a hiss to be produced from the forest depths yet it holds no anchor point as to where it came from. But the spirit doesn't stop. Using a grass whistle, it continues to blow the same note. Breathless and uninterrupted. Yet the fireflies dance and if Noctis listens clearly, it is the same song he had heard previously.\n\nSo where are the moon blossoms? There are none nearby... Or are there? The small spirit bobs up and down, slowly swaying to it's own tune while the forest clearing remains barren. With the only noticeable thing to note are those very fireflies. They do not seem to move in any particular pattern or any real cause. Yet the chimes persist and Noctis may feel eyes on him. But where? Them suddenly...\n\n*May I ask you, do you think your dreams are at least determined by fate?\n\nEsme's voice echoes, bouncing from tree to tree as the wind howls in the distance. The radiant lights above, just barely visible through the tree canopy seem to no longer dance. Frozen in place like a painting. A hint? Perhaps an absolute. Just what is to be done here? What does the forest want?" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Slowing to a stop, Noctis gazes out at the fireflies in the distance. A distraction? Or his true goal? The spirit was amusing, but was it just a trickster? It was highly likely, Fae loved tricks more than most things. Scratching his jaw, he pursed his lips and whistled the same tune as the grass whistle and the chimes, whistling it out whilst still watching the fireflies. Then his eyes flicked up and he studied the... Stars? Were they stars? \n\n\"Worthy? Thats what you asked, Honored Friend, to know if I was worthy.\" He said absently as he ended the tune, still deep in thought. He couldn't stand still long lest the forest swallow him whole. \n\n\"Tick tock, tick tock.\" He murmured softly to himself, and tried to match the lights above to the fireflies, looking for a pattern, a sign. \n\n\"I think that I don't care if fate decided on my dreams or not. I have them, I want to make them reality. I need Esme for that.\"* He finally responded to her voice, waiting to see if he could decipher anything from his study of what was presented." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Like a drop of water, the world becomes still. The fireflies hold their positions as the song comes to an end. A final chime, upon reopening his eyes Noctis can see constellations. Stories of new and old, figures of war and faces of love. A repeating cycle and a nonstop clock, tick tock the spirits say. Tick tock on the clock.\n\nSuddenly, all fireflies move themselves from their starry form as they embody the figurative form of magic. Falling to the ground like little comets, a small seabed of sprouts appear. Perhaps these are the flowers Noctis seeks. Each one holding dreams, aspirations in the metaporical sense. As the small blade of grass falls from the tiny spirit's hands. It looks up at him, giving its head a tilt once more as it steps closer.\n\n\"Then which one is worthy of growing?\" It asks, suddenly speaking clearly in a voice still reminiscent of a child.\n\nIf Noctis truly wishes to accomplish his goals with the help of the sacred treasure deep within. Then he will need to tap into his wellspring of magic, to reach into the weave without fear. To choose a sprout and watch it blossom into his greatest desires. But no fae tell can be so easily deciphered. Dreams of his own doing, can easily be his undoing. As a small haze begins to corner into the clearing, though not close or thick enough to cause alarm. Voices of a past whisper, voices he may even find familiar as if old memories are attempting to resurface and maybe be reflected upon.\n\n\"Grow?\" The spirit then asks, pointing to the field. Almost as if curious to see what he will do.\n\nThere are three notable sprouts: \n*The sprout of power.\nThe sprout of life.\nThe sprout of knowledge.\n\n\"Grow!\" The child-like spirit squeaks up, waving its hands in the air as it runs into the fields. The winds around it unusually still as it kneels down towards a sprout of its own." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis stared at the sprouts, chewing his lip while deep in thought. Of everything he'd faced so far, only this trial had truly brought him any discomfort. Valac wasn't strong enough yet to be a danger even if he lost control, Sylvar would honor the contract because it was in his best interest. This however... He'd come unarmed into an unfamiliar fae wood all on the off chance he might get a potion making witch who was more aloof than anyone he'd ever met to join his party without even a set time for her to be there. She could join for a day and bug off easily. \n\nNone of that helped him answer his question, The* Question. Which Sprout was worth growing? Taking a step closer, he examined each one in turn. Each pulled at him, each grabbing the strings of his past that still haunted him and pulling with a force that threatened to rip him apart. \n\n- - - - \n\n\"Power, Noctis, means peace. Look...\" Scipios strong hand rested on Noctis' shoulder and turned him to look out over the city that slept peacefully. The Conflict had officially ended two years ago, the Conqueror was the First Emperor and now they rested at the cradle of humanity. \"With enough power you can make mountains move, can make any dream of yours a reality. You NEED power to do good in this life, little Rose Boy.\" Scipio said with a laugh, messing with Noctis' hair. \n\n- - - - \n\nPower... To have enough of it, perhaps he could simply just conquer this new Aeterna. He could bring it to heel, then get any answers he wanted. How many would die in the process? How many people would he have to lie to and use and how many more people would gaze endlessly out like that boy Blythe had in the tavern? Would enough power prevent all of that, or just herald it in? \n\n- - - - \n\n\"Noct, promise me you will treasure life like I showed you.\" The beautiful elven faced of his first love was glimmering in the moonlight as they lay beneath the massive white tree in what would be known as the realm of Velaris. \"Life\n\nIs sacred, life belongs to Aeterna and it isn't up to us to determine who should live and die. These battles that have started from your cousins- do not let it consume you. Please.\" She had wanted to see the good in him, to believe in the chance that he would not become what all the other demigods had- tools of war. Yet how many lives had he taken? Over a thousand, all told. Humans, elves, giants, dwarves, even Drow and a Dragon. Life was not precious to him, it was a privlege that others lost if they crossed him. That was not what he had wanted for himself... \n\nHe gazed at the last sprout, that of knowledge. His power, his life, he had already decided what it would be used for. He needed to know what happened to Scipio, know why the Dragons tried to kill him, why Emi worked with them, what disease had settled into Aeterna that it could not know peace even when all but a few of the demigods had left this realm? He needed... \n\n\"Knowledge, I need the sprout of knowledge to grow. There is so much to know, and I know that must be what Esme wants too.\" Maybe, maybe she wanted life. Maybe to her magci Was Life. He'd always had an abundance of magic, and though he didn't know a huge amount of types, the magic he did know he could use in ways that had made him a living legend in his own time. Closing his eyes a moment, he tapped into that divine blood. This place wanted to see who he was, what he wanted. \n\nWhat he wanted was a beautiful world, a world that children could run easily through, a world where war wasn't always brewing on the horizon and the ugly facets of life never reared their head. That world was impossible to get, to bring about. Yet it was his dream, and Fate wouldn't have it. \n\nHe would show them who he was to challenge fate. \n\nHis clothing began to swirl around his body, cloak whipping against his heels as silver, pink and golden light built up around him until it began to coallesce into the shape of a man, a man who stood over twenty feet tall\n\nThe man was So Beautiful That it would be hard to think of anything else. This was the visage of Masculo, God of Beauty, and Noctis had briefly summoned his avatar armor. The glow faded but the surge of magical power would be so immense that the forest would have plenty of it. Noctis however would stumble a step, tapping into divine power was a strain on any demigods body and he coughed some blood into a black cloth, before tucking it away into his cloak pocket. \n\n\"Please grow.\" He said softly." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "The grass begins to rustle and where it was once a muted green, now a bright white. Mimicking that of snow yet there is no cold here but rather, warmth that surrounds the clearing. The smaller spirit besides him no longer visible and small petals fall from the tree canopy. A vast emptiness as far as the eye can see, whispers no longer, all but a single sprout and the child of ancients.\n\nIt's stem twitches, slowly swaying back and forth as the first bud grows. As it begins to open its petals, producing faint shades of blue small dew drops from its core into the ground. Feeding its own roots as a single crystal-orb appears to be resting at the flower's base. It sparkles with light that rivals the moon above and one by one, fireflies begin to appear again. Each one serving as a memory of the past. Memories of friends, family, strangers, enemies. All appearing, each one allowing Noctis to appear into a small fraction of what had been their lives. Lives that once stepped foot here, lives that he had been familiar with.\n\nAnd then there's Esme's own memory fragment. The potion seller providing a small concoction to a woman appearing no older than thirty. A young babe clutched into her arms, crying as her mother's body had begun to grow cold. But then that familiar feeling, the same magic aura that was inn the in when the waitresses fate changed. Then... A breath of life, a mother now able to coddle and provide for her child. Golden eyes and the silhouette of the witch fading. For magic had changed what natural remedies could not.\n\n\"O' seeker of knowledge, wielder of the infinite expansion... Are thou fated to know absolute truths?\" The ancient spirit's voice echoes and soon the flower morphs into the very moon blossom he had been seeking. Yet now he is alone with no spirit to guide him. Instead, there is a clear path behind him and a path covered in a haze before him.\n\"At what cost will you give to gain the knowledge you seek, and is it truly your fate?\"\n\nTo move forwards into the vast unknown or backwards to the path that is known. The maze has it's walls high now. What Esme would have chosen, what the spirits expect him to or perhaps even what Noctis expects of himself. All seem null as not even the laughter of children can be heard nor the winds of the woods. Yet again, another choice to be made as it holds no sympathy or compassion for situation. The weave is cruel as it is loving.\n\nGoing back could be the safer option. The flower is present and now can be obtained. Going forward is uncertain and the weave within the haze is strong, it is unknown what it could do to a now weakened body." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Gently taking the blossom, Noctis inhaled and felt his legs shake and tremble. He was definitely weakened, and he couldn't afford to use his mana now to reinforce himself. He would need to keep his reserves just in case Sylvar or Valac decided to betray or lose control, respectively. To be traveling with companions that could just as easily be a danger to him as roadside bandits, well... It was what had to be done. His silver eyes were now a deep and rich amber, it happened after using his fathers power. They would not revert for some hours now and it would take that amount of time to get some strength back. It was too late now, he was caught in whatever web this was. He needed to push through, perhaps he could go back and find Esme- but would he ever get the chance to understand her if he stopped now? What was this all for if not to try and understand the Witch, to know her and to see why she was able to influence the world. He needed to know, needed to know about Valac and Sylvar, about Scipio and the Eleven, there was so much he did not know. \n\nSo he must travel the roads unknown to learn. Holding the glowing flower to his chest, he staggered into the billowing maze of hazy fog, his black cloak still rippling around his feet from the aftereffects of his fathers power." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Go back!\" A harsh whisper plucks like a shattered violin string.\n\"Turn around! This is a bad idea.\" Another unknown whisper doubts.\n\"You're not worthy. Who is he to change fate?\" \n\nThe whispers barrage against Noctis like an onslaught from hell. As if demons are trying to crawl up from the pits and take hold of the mind. Poisoning it with seeds of doubt. Yet in his palm is the hope of knowledge that glows against the gray haze that clouds the surrounding area. He will not be able to see except for the two feet underneath him. It is easy to trip, fall and even walk off of a cliffs edge if there were one. But then sudden a voice all to familiar bellows in the back of Noctis' mind. A a voice he would know because it is his own.\n\n\"I am going to fail... I couldn't tell love from foe. So how can I do this?\"\n\nHis own voice whispers, trumping any other whisper that once sung here. Then the laughter of his past beloved. Oh Emi, sweet Emi. How she understood him, how he thought he understood her. She coos his name, sweet honied words that can only be savored on the tongue.\n\nThe magic pressure is even stronger within the haze and only those will strong willpower can truly navigate. There is no exit in sight, chaos. The very foundation that is magic, it pulls and tears at Noctis. Testing him yet lashing out all at the same time. Voices of his past echo from multiple locations yet no figure in sight for them to belong to. The smell of that day, when truth was revealed.\n\nNo matter how kind or painful may be, knowledge is to seek absolute truth. So is this truly what Noctis wants? The haze seems endless and there is no clear path in sight.\n\nYet in all of the chaos that surrounds him in the haze, there is a soft and easy to miss voice. It is muffled and near impossible to hear, but it is there. Coming from the center flower." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"YOU TRIED TO WRITE ME OUT!\" He roared, still cradling the glowing flower in a trembling fist, his amber eyes ablaze with a light that burned hotter than fire, that made the cracks in the black seared stone of Lestos seem cool and inviting. Brilliantly white teeth were flashing fangs, his pale skin ivory and hard like cool and polished marble. He was a terrible beauty, a nightmare of perfection- and he was human. Spittle flying from bared teeth in a fight for survival, a fight against the very flows of fate that worked against him. \n\nHe could feel the knife in his gut, feel the way it twisted and shredded him inside. The cold dread that crept up his neck as the dragon rose, the spike in magical power as it built up its breath weapon, the burn of every nerve as he was hit by wave upon wave of frigid magical power. The force of colliding with the ravine walls over and over again, his life blood pouring out and then... Darkness... Darkness... And he'd slept for eons, slept as the world he'd fought and shedded so much of his humanity for was ravaged by Dragons, as Scipio seemingly abandoned his people and the 11 Demigods faded from history, after Everything They'd done to save Aeterna and it was all for naught. \n\nNoctis Raged Against the whispers, his magic flaring so strongly that it would look almost like a beacon in the sky as he continued to stagger forward, deeper and deeper as it felt as if every fiber of his being was torn apart. \n\n\"I'll have who I came for or you can Destroy Me.\" He seethed, pushing further and further on. \"I want to exist. I want to have done something that matters to this world. I refuse to be a blank spot in history, I refuse to go quietly until I know Why You took my life from me damn you!\" He shouted, tripping and only managing to stay afoot thanks to the Gift of Grace. His body was a lightning bolt bristling in a typhoon, he was the raging wave against the tide- what did he want? He wanted to force another chance, rewri\n\nTe the fabric of fate to include his name in it permanently. He wouldn't settle for anything less." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Grass colored white now stained in ash as the crackling flames surround the area. Trees ablaze, infrastructure destroyed. A hellish landscape that captures almost too perfectly the destruction of war. Then a mass gust of wind and a flaming gold ire filled with malice and scorn looking from the sky. Ignition in the clouds followed by silence.\n\n\nA touch of the hand, gentle and soft. The faint smell of rosemary and pink petals. A vision? Or perhaps the witch was here momentarily? She is nurturing, she is calm and the vision of cruelty is no more. Yet should Noctis open his eyes and look behind him. He would see only the small fae from before. It's held tilted to the side as the haze can no longer be seen. Rather, the forest has shifted and it appears has trekked deeper within. With small ponds and lakes just on the horizon. Calming streams and the fell of spring air. Each firefly making elemental constellations in their respective groups. Maybe it was by the hands of Esme that he had persevered past the haze. Or maybe it was Noctis' own willpower.\n\n\"Strong?\" The spirit asks, now tilting its head the other way. \n\nTrees made of royal wood, their leaves flashing in vibrant purples and blues. Small lanterns with ornate design swing from their respective branches. The fairytale dream resumes and the demons of the past seem to be unable to haunt no more. Even down by Noctis' feet he may see not only a small cobbled road. But more of those Moon Blossoms. Though none are as bright as the one he holds tightly within his palms. As the jewel in the center continues to beat like a heart. In fact, even the fae seems to seek to comfort. Moving closer and setting its tiny hand on his lower leg, looking up at him in almost a pitiful gaze.\n\n\"Close... Sad, no more.\" It murmurs as it lowers it's head.\n\nIt's words likely ring true. Esme's perfume is around this area. Which means where she resides has to be nearby. One need only to pass the final test... But what is it? Where is it?" } ]	450	8,236
407.636364	2023-11-27	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "As the world around him once again orientated itself, Noctis shook his head. His amber eyes were somber, as if he'd put the fire out in them himself. He was bringing himself back under control. He'd spent years upon years, decades on decades training himself to never break and show emotions like that. He was an iron wall against droplets of water- but those visions had broken him. His pain was too raw, a wound that hadn't been able to heal. After all, the downfall of his life had only really happened less than a year ago in his eyes. \n\nHe wasn't sure if that presence had been Esme, but it had been gentle and sweet. It was everything he had once thought he could want. Now he wasn't sure if he loathed it or not- but he was grateful. \n\n\"In some regards.\" He replied to his spirit friend, pulling another candy out and handing it to them, before straightening up and glancing around. \n\n\"Is it me, or is it her that's sad, friend?\" He asked, moving deeper by following the blossoms. His hand itched to rest upon his sword, the sweet comfort of his Ebony Rose. Without his armor and his blade, he felt further from his life than he'd ever had. He felt alone, he felt weak. Yet what burned in his chest was determination now- he wouldn't falter when he'd come so far. He wouldn't let himself sink when something had kept him alive for eons. \n\n\"Where are you, Esme?\" He muttered, keeping a slow pace for his honored friend to keep up with." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "The spirit is careful, taking a step back to allow Noctis some space as it holds the candle in it's hands. Taking a moment to inspect it over just as it did the last. There is no further hesitation and it promptly forks the piece into it's mouth. Growing excited by the sweetness, its blue flame turns a sweet shade of pink before reverting normal and the spirit begins to run around. Waving its hands in the air, it seems like it is simply on a sugar rush. If spirits can even experience them. But then it stops at the question of Esme, giving only a shrug.\n\n\"Lake! Lake! Lake!\" It cheers before running ahead at an alarming speed, jumping into a bush and disappearing out of sight.\n\nWhile Noctis is alone for a brief moment of time. Out the corner of his eye, as the winds pick up he may even see some of the soft rose-gold strands that would match Esme's hair. But again, she is simply nowhere to be found. There is a high possibility the woods are using illusions, whether it be as a taunt or a motivation. Or maybe she is truly watching. What cannot be denied is how healthy the flower is and it's jewel seems to shine proud.\n\n\"Coming?\" Sudden the head of the spirit pops out from the bush while the foilage conceals the rest of it's body. Something so innocent, a forest so beautiful, has already shown cruelty. But perhaps the worst of it is over now.\n\"Find witch now!\" It continues to chirp." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "He stood, taking in the sight of everything around him for just a moment when he was left alone by his strange, energetic little Fae friend. He was a dark specter in a world of color, a monochrome insertion into a bloom of brilliant colors. Taking a deep breath. He turned to look at his guide, or companion, and nodded his head. \n\n\"Yes, let's do that.\" He said and followed after them, pushing into the bush while cradling the flower and its gem to his chest. His mind wandered to the two companions outside the woods. \n\nWhen had he become so cold and calculating? No... He'd been like this for a long time, only then he was fighting for someone else, something else- and he could overlook the monstrous being he'd become. Now he was only doing it for himself. \n\n\"How monstrous must I become to not be forgotten by this world?\" He thought to himself, as he tread ever closer to either his goal, or his demise." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As Noctis steps through the bushes and becoming lost to his own reflections. The great lake will serve to pull him from them. But it is not just the lake that awaits him. Towards the edge against the mystic forest horizon. A silhouette of a slender figure, outlined by her own white dress that hangs off of the shoulder. Her long hair pulled into romantic braids, her bangs curled and free flowing as they help accentuate her figure. There is no witch hat, no potion sellers garb. Rather, the clothes she is wearing is reminiscent of old elven beauty. With ankle bracelets woven of soft golds in the form of fauna.\n\nThe chimes, they return but this time they have an owner. As she slowly makes a pirouette forwards to face Noctis and his fae friend. Her right arm extends upwards towards the great mother moon while the left hand trails down the form of her body. Gracefully stopping just underneath her chin, gaze intense to reveal a bright gold to rival the king son. She smiles beautiful just as her movements are in her dance. Shifting her weight from one foot to the next, pointing to draw a line across herself. Another two steps, another two chimes and the petals glide across the lake as they sway with her. The moon blossoms flowing around the lake's edge.\n\n\"Lake! Lake! Lake!\" The little spirit chirps while rapidly pointing at where Esme stands, still tugging on the man's pant leg. Then it points to the blossom in his hand, as if telling him to bring it closer.\n\nSurround Esme are more spirits that look similar to the smaller one that has accompanied Noctis up until this point. They dance in a circle around her as if to form her stage. They hum and play their grass whistles, producing the same tune Esme once hummed before when she was in town. This area is a stark contrast to the horrors of the haze and now that Noctis is here. The soft sound of rushing water in the nearby streams serve to prove that this place is safe, that no harm can be done here. Not with Esme around.\n\nAround her neck seems to be a pendant that glows in the same hue as the jewel of the flower he carries. Her dance is whimsical, light as if she is always in a constant state of floating and never grounded. Her gaze equally inviting, she leans forwards in a small pivot in a swan bow. Slowly rising as she continues her dance again, drawing runic symbols in the ground with her feet, singing alongside the spirits as if in celebration." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "The scene was Breathtaking. Weak as he was, he could nearly feel his knees buckle, he was on the verge of swooning. Being born a demigod meant that he had a natural affinity and attraction to things that were in line with his fathers nature- and a more beautiful sight he'd never seen. \n\nNot to the north, where the snow on the mountains gleamed like white fire upon teeth of a world sized dragon. \n\nNot to east where the deserts sat in a rippling expanse like a shimmering ocean. \n\nHe'd lain his eyes on many marvels of the world, many elven people with blood as fair as the earth was rich, seen the power of the giants and the tenacity of orcs. \n\nYet this human woman and this lake were enough to climb to the top of that estimation. His footsteps were slow as his pupils expanded, one hand reached up and swept his cloak from off his shoulders, laying it down on the side of the lake. Let him come to this moment with no defenses- the cloak had been his last. One last connection to what he'd lost, but now he was set adrift chasing after the threads of this new life. \n\n\"I found you.\" He murmured, knowing she'd hear him. Coming closer, he extended the glowing prize outwards, gazing with amber eyes framed by his long dark lashes. \n\nA tall, dark silhouette against a brilliant dancing light. \n\nWas this fate? \n\nOr were they spitting in the face of all that should and would be? Would it come collapsing down on them? \n\nOr were the chimes truly a song of hope for him? The only thing for certain was that he would not know the answer for a long time yet to come." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Found! Found! Found!\" The child-like spirit sings as it runs over towards the group to dance and frolic with the rest.\n\nEsme's whole body is in complete control, down to the fingertip that gracefully move like the slow moving lake waters. She lets out a small giggle as she sees the small spirit run up towards the herd. Again, giving Noctis another look over before she turns her back towards him and fairy-stepping closer towards the lake. Right at the edge she extends both of her arms and as she takes a breath in. The wind rises around the area, the petals and leaves flying up towards the sky. It is fantastical and no surprise that a witch would be here dancing among the fairies.\n\nAs Noctis draws closer he can see the various runes that she had likely etched into the ground with her dance. It could have taken hours, maybe even days of continuous on and off work. The lines that make them produce a subtle hum and one by one the spirits join into the lights within the sky. All except for Noctis' honored friend who has been with him since the beginning. It turns around, beckoning him closer as it stands beside Esme.\n\n\"Found I have been.\" She whispers in response, a smile still present on her face as her number has come to an end. Her duty here is done, her protection have been given and as her hands fall to her sides. Catching her breath, she then glances over her shoulders at the other. Giving quite the impressionable look as Noctis truly comitted to finding the grove. Something not many dare to do. The test was never truly traversing it. But rather, to following through with passions and seizing the dreams many are so bold to make claim of making.\n\nShe says nothing, only waiting to see what Noctis will do. Even taking a step aside so that he may have a clearer view of the great lake before her. Her hair now a bit disheveled from the movements. A moment of peace... Until the little spirit interrupts it again.\n\n\"Speechless!\" It yells out while pointing at Noctis. Causing Esme to chuckle before pressing a silencing finger to her lips." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "It took Noctis an embarrassing moment to realize he was dumbfounded. Stuttering, Stuttering, he cleared his throat and spoke. \n\n\"T-this lake... I mean, Mm, this lake is beautiful.\" He said, stepping up beside her, though it seemed he had difficulty looking away from her. It was a visceral thing he was feeling, all of his mastered logic and brilliant deduction skills were scrambling to get back into place. No one had even touched the core of who he was so perfectly before, nothing had ever encapsulated his vision of Aeterna more.\n\n\"Thank you for guiding me, Honored Friend.\" Noctis said to the small spirit, who he'd taken to calling Sweet Tooth in his head. He bowed low, the same as he had to older and greater spirit, though less so now in Noctis' mind- after all, what was greater than a Fae you felt fondness for? \n\nAfter his bow was over, he knelt by the lake and gingerly set the blossom upon its surface. He didn't rise instantly, instead he gazed out over the water silently, waiting to see what happens, wanting to speak to the witch he'd fought so hard to see- but he felt contented to wait. His raven hair fell across his face, framing his jawline against his dark clothes as his slender fingers rested across his knee. \n\n\"I might live another five hundred years and not see anything like that ever again. Burn- burn into my memory vision. Seat yourself to my core that I might never forget you.\"* He thought, and there was a soft flair of magic as he enhanced his brains functional power to literally photographically trap her dance frame by frame into his mind forever. Of all the treasures he owned, this would sit amongst the greatest, his treasured Ebony Rose- and a Witch's, no, Esmes' Lakeside Dance." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As Noctis bows it appears the spirit, now known as Sweet Tooth, steps forward as if to expect more candy. But when there are none, it the gives a puzzled look towards Esme who only shakes her head. It doesn't get upset nor show and discontent. Rather, it simply falls to its bum and playfully kicks its feet in the lake's water. Dipping its heels just enough to be entertained by the ripples but not fully submerging them.\n\nEsme is patient and still does not speak, maintain a serene smile as her eyes trail Noctis' movements. When the flower is laid across the surface of the lake. It's step fades, leaving behind only the blossom. This is when the witch finally speaks up.\n\"Knowledge can be equally painful as it is enlightening... I know not what the haze showed you. But I am glad you kept onto the blossom.\" She quietly speaks up as she watches the flower drift. \n\nAs it draws further and further away. One by one each petal falls from the core, leaving behind the gem stone. It produces an aura around the waters surface and before long, the gem cracks into pieces. Producing a small mist that trickles its way into the air. This causes Esme to smile even brighter as she clasps her hands in front of her, standing quite noble as her gaze follows the ascending sparks in the sky. They are beautiful and it seems that no matter how many times she sees them, it will never get old.\n\n\"The lake has been around since even before my coven, maybe even the time of the first men.\" She then continues, turning towards Noctis.\n\"You've come far, I think it's time you rest. Shall we continue this conversation inside of my hut? It is not far, that I can assure you.\"\n\nShe can brew him a bit of tea and even serve food should he desire it. At the moment explanations are secondary. Ensuring the man's mind and body are sound. Not even a demigod is immune to the harsh effects that the weave can bring. Such power is fickle and exposure to it can never have certain outcomes. Will or woe, even Esme has her limits of what she can prevent.\n\n\"Oh, and I hope my appearance does not alarm you. I seldom appear in my traditional attire.\" Esme lightly jests." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Well I haven't run back into the woods yet.\" He responded to her teasing with a slight rib of his own, grinning and rising back to his feet. Noctis had a crooked grin, a tricksters grin- it was the other half of his core, a schemer, a thinker, someone who was always trying to plan not just their next step, but their next mile. It was surprisingly boyish. \n\nHe scooped up his cloak but did not put it back on. \n\n\"A rest sounds fantastic.\" He finally said, and he'd follow her as she led them back to the hut. His body was a wreck, though he could hide it better than anyone else could hide such afflictions, even his very soul felt taught and stretched. He quite liked this outfit of hers, something about it made him feel... Nostalgic. He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was just something about Her. Before in the village, he'd seen her as a part of the plan, another piece of the puzzle- now? He didn't know what he saw, but it was something far greater than either of those. \n\n\"Careful Noctis, now you truly tread the razors edge.\" He thought to himself. It was almost comical that he was more afraid of this woman than the run in he'd had with the rawest form of magic he'd ever encountered- save a few battles during the Cousin Conflict." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As promised, the hut is not fair. Travelling around the lake east, Esme brings Noctis and Sweet Tooth up a small sloped path. It is outlined by different poppies who keep their petals closed into a single bud given the time of night. Small fae lanterns hanging from outpost, proving light on the road so that one may clearly see where they are going. Up at front where small fences outline the exterior of the natural looking hut would be where Esme lives. A small fire pit going with a bit of smoke produced from the chimney just in the back.\n\nShe waves her palm in front of her and the door opens as if it had been expecting its master to return. From inside the warmth is comforting, easing any guest inside as it wraps the group into an embrace. Sweet Tooth is the first to go in, running in-between the legs of both Noctis and Esme without a second thought. Of course the hut is small. It is made up of a center room, two side rooms and likely a closet made for storage. The walls are outlined in different herbs and spices, properly stored in vials or racks. A potion brewing stand to the left, a small potted garden to the right. Seat allocated for visitors yet it is unlikely Esme ever gets any given where she lives. Which makes it all the sadder given it looks as though it is always prepared for them.\n\n\"Feel free to make yourself comfortable anywhere. Do give me time to get changed and I will be out in just a minute.\" She says as she gestures towards the comforters by the hearth of the fire, seemingly unaware of Noctis' rising nerves.\n\n\"Wait here! Wait here wiff friend!\" The spirit calls out in the midst of already making itself home atop one of the seats. Foolishly climbing a pillow twice its size, the small cushion falling over and collapsing on the small spirit. But the critter in unharmed and it soon reappears as its head poke from underneath the cushion. \n\"Am okay!\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "The small hut made his heart ache as it reminded him of home. His mother had been the Sword Saint, a machine of death in the early ages of man. Yet she'd had an eye for tender beauty- it had been what sparked the love between her and his father. He felt warm and cold all at the same time, he wanted to weep in that hug, but he simply smiled. \n\n\"Your home is lovely, Esme. Take your time.\" He said, her name coming off his tongue like a caress. It was another gift of his fathers, though now he felt it almost a curse. When the pillow fell upon his friend, he crouched and lifted up off them. \n\n\"There you are Sweet Tooth.\" Once the spirit was settled, he'd put the pillow beside them to rest their body against. Draping his cloak over the arm of a chair, he'd wander the small hut, gazing at the potions and the spices, fingers gently grazing as he admired the home, peeking out the windows. He felt himself a lad entering the tavern where a girl he was sweet on worked. \n\nHe'd seen it countless time, young farmhands jittery as if lightning were dancing around inside them, pushed and shoved by their friends to dance and to speak. \n\nThere'd be no pushing or shoving, and as far as he knew the dancing part was over. \n\nFocus. \n\nHe was here to convince her to travel with him. She created high quality potions and had an exceptional magical ability. That Was why he came- not, not dancing and stupid little fancies. His goal could slip from his fingers with just One Mistake." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "With a small curtsy, Esme soon makes her way towards one of the rooms. Just a peak of the bedroom shows that the herbal shelves continue even in there. The wood is well polished and there is not a scratch to be found of the soft green walls. Esme looks like a rose in contrast to her earthen colored hut where vines stretch across the ceiling, draping downwards to provide a sense of druidic mystery. She likely won't be gone for long, which gives Noctis plenty of time to save his spirited friend and take a small look around.\n\n\"Sweet toof? Sweet toof!\" The spirit yells, no longer showing any shyness of when it first met Noctis. It flails its arms around against before falling backwards onto the pillow that Noctis had previously saved it from.\n\nVials of light blues and peachy reds bubble like sweet juice given on a warm summers day. The smell in here is intoxicating and it seems Esme already has something on the pot. As the tea kettle hums quietly though it is not quite ready yet. Sweet Tooth then gets up, crawling over the arm rest to move towards Noctis as if to take a look at the potions alongside him. \n\n\"Thinking!\" It chirps, unintentionally poking at Noctis as thinks to himself. It seems the little one is as observant as it is loud.\n\nThen Esme returns wearing a soft white dress made form fitting with a darkened leather corset. Accompanied with her usual long socks and thigh boots and of course, a witching hat to finish the look. She is still in leisure wear but fashion seems to always be put first. Even her hair is brushed out. Quick, it only took her about five or so minutes. Again, she quietly passes by with a smile as she makes her way to check the tea kettle. Pulling back her hair so that it's length does not get snagged by the flickering flame. Her long ruby drop earrings are revealed, lavish and old. Clearly a style from many generations ago.\n\n\"Chamomile or Lavender?\" She asks, glancing over her shoulder as she refers to the tea. \"It is best to drink it, even if it is not to your fancy. The haze weakens the mind and raises anxiety, which is not naturally good for your health.\" Esme then finishes, true concern in her voice." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Everyone thinks, that's normal.\" He said, not wanting to give Sweet Tooth any ideas or fancies. \n\n\"Lavender then, please.\" He'd respond, leaning against the wall and watching her make the tea. There was something about his stance, the way he walked in general- it was like a lion ready to pounce and hunt at any moment, even when he seemed entirely relaxed. \"The haze, that's what that was? Has it always existed in these woods?\" As he asked the question he walked closer, now leaning against the countertop and gazing at her with amber eyes that were slowly gaining little flecks of silver again. They were only a few feet apart now, he took in her earrings, her brushed hair. \n\nAloof as she had seemed before and even seemed now, it was obvious she was taking care of her appearance. It wasn't haphazard or accidental. She was perplexing. As mysterious as Sylvar and as potentially dangerous as Valac. \n\n\"Have you ever gone through it?\" He asked, his voice soft and filled with genuine curiosity. Again she's catch the scent of something she treasured or missed, his own natural scent was always that which made the person he was talking to think of things they were fond of." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "With Sweet Tooth's curiosity sated for now, it waddles towards Esme to watch her wave off steam from the kettle. As she gives it a blow over, she nods in acknowledgement to his request as she prepares to the tea. Multitasking, she turns her head to listen before rising to give a proper answer.\n\n\"It has, at least as far as I am aware. Though I am immune to it, I walk through it every day.\" \n\nTaking a small rag, she uses it to grab the heated handle of the kettle, setting it on heat resistant wooden pallets that rest on the table nearby. She thinks back to the days of her coven, the final trial was making it through the haze. The horror of it, walking alone to end up on the other side alone. There isn't a day the faces of her would-be sisters are forgotten. For Esme will always remember their names and under her breath, she repeats all four. Elizabeth, Clarissa, Nadia and Laura... Four girls who were taken by the haze, four girls whose fates will always be truly unknown to her.\n\n\"You can call it the knight of these lands. It serves to protect... But if you are willing to persevere and have a voucher...\" Esme trails off, implying that without some sort of assistance then perhaps the haze would not have let Noctis or anyone go so easily. She then finishes pouring the lavender tea and brings the cup over. \n\"Careful, it's hot.\" She promptly warns before continuing. \"The deeper woods, the haze and the memories in it that have been collected over time. It's been here since the days of Starri's worship I'd imagine. No one is brave enough to cross the mushroom line to willingly step foot in the maze.\"\n\nEsme now takes a seat. Though she did not pour any tea for herself, she seems content for now. Oddly enough, whereas the girl was a bit broad and soft-spoken. Her gentle disposition remains but she is at least transparent enough without divulging all of the details of the grove. Her eyes flicker towards the hanging star constellations that lay by the door. Old relics from a lost past. Causing her to sigh and briefly reminisce over it before turning her full attention back towards Noctis. Expecting him to ask many more questions.\n\n\"Share some?\" Sweet Tooth asks as it waddles towards Noctis. Can a spirit drink? Maybe. If it can eat candy then tea shouldn't do it any harm." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "She was immune to it? Of course she was. It shocked him to find a mortal in this modern age that was beyond his capabilities. His eyes followed her every movement, watching as if at any moment she might spin and attempt to blast him to pieces. \n\nTrained to be an infiltrator, assassin and spy- he could read people. As perplexing as Esme was- she was still a person. For a moment there in her eyes was... But then it was gone. A flicker of something, pain? Pain was a familiar poison that he could recognize anywhere. \n\nIt made him feel almost ill that he did not want this witch to feel pain at all. She was precious, like an aspect of nature itself made manifest. It was wrong for her to hurt at al- GODS BE DAMNED. If he couldn't stay focused then he'd might as well go rot in a tavern somewhere. \n\n\"Thanks for the warning.\" He said, drawing some of the heat out of the tea with a touch of fire magic, evenly dispersing it throughout his body instead. Now able to sip at it freely, he felt it wash through his body before he turned with a blink to Sweet Tooth. With a grin he passed the spirit his drink. \n\n\"Friends share.\" \n\nHe sat across from her, leaned forward with his arms folded across his knees. It was as if he was trying to drink her in. \n\n\"Since the days of her worship? Does your coven no longer worship the Mother of Magic? I'll admit that would strike me a surprise- and foolish. I've seen what happens when you piss off the weaver, I'd never do it and she's not even in my fathers panth-\" He froze, realizing he was admitting that he was a demigod. Yet, thinking on it fully, Spirits could sense a demigod with ease. The ancient blood was strong, it was a beacon to magical creatures. \n\nLikely they'd already told her he was a Demigod. Maybe she'd sensed it somehow too. Perhaps that was something he'd need to look into. The less people who knew about his true origins the better. \n\n\"Did you expect me to come to you?\" He wanted her to say yes, to say that she had believed he'd come\n\nThe moment they'd parted. Yet, he hadn't even known he'd go the moment they parted." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Sweet Tooth suddenly strikes a pose of victory, happily taking the bigger cup and having a sip for itself. The liquid may be of no use to it, but it still seems more than happy to just be involved.\n\nLetting out a small 'mhm' to his thanks, Esme glances over at Noctis for a moment and upon realizing his deep staring paired with thoughts that she is unaware of. She grows slightly nervous, only because even in her own home does Esme struggle with socialization. Work is one thing, that she can manage. But given the setting, even on the topic of the forest itself. Her freckled face is illuminated in a soft pink as she grows a bit anxious on what to say. Opting to look less and keep her eyes glued on the firepit.\n\nBut then she lets out a chuckle. Though it holds the sound of possible regret, maybe even anguish. Where the firepit served to ease her, now is a gateway for past thoughts. What coven? The Twilight Witches are no more and she is the youngest of them. It was there own faults but how can she be so cruel to think so little of those who gave her this life? No, Esme has vowed to live without guilt. That integrity comes before all and scornful thoughts only lead to a road straight to ones own personal damnation. But then Noctis gives a slip of the tongue and her gaze is shifted over towards him.\n\n\"Gods or not, hubris is a fickle thing.\" She forces a weak smile, now passing Noctis a small peppermint beautifully wrapped in a golden ribbon should he want one.\n\nEsme looks at him no differently. Demi-god or not, she sees just a man who she met on the road. A potion maker on her way to business, stopped to have a small conversation with a dreamer. A man who wishes to find and complete his purpose. Whoever he is, whatever he is, matters not. That is the whole reason for the test after all and it was one of the few good teachings to come of her coven. A human shouldn't live for hundreds of years yet here she stands. It's why she brings no attention to it though her eyes show that she obviously caught on. But why care? Her attention to Noctis is unchanging and she is just as sweet as she has been prior no matter how soft-spoken she can be. It is not a demi-god she wants to know, rather the man with the appropriate name in front of her.\n\n\"I knew I would be visited that day.\" Esme finally admits. \"I have visions when I dream. A man coated in gold, cape adorned with feathers of the raven. A smog behind him yet no ill-intent in his golden eyes that reflect those of a dragon. Ambiguous they are... Then you stumbled in front of me and there they were, the golden eyes.\" She rambles, now twiddling her thumb with her hair as she leans back into her seat.\n\"But a vision is only a vision and what fate wants versus what the willpower desires can be quite different. I wanted to see if you would truly stick to your ideals.\"\n\n\"Ideal! Ideal!\" Sweet Tooth mimics, jumping up and down." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Even if she struggled to look at him, he did not share the affliction. His eyes lingered on her as she spoke, taking in her words and pulling at their seems, trying to fit them into place to get as much meaning from them as he could. \n\nHis fingers took the peppermint and he turned it over slowly as she talks about her vision. Chewing his lip, he watched Sweet Tooth jump up and down, slowly unwrapping the peppermint before speaking. \n\n\"I've never been fond of visions. I've received a few in my life- though none since... Well, not for a very long time.\" He'd received a vision two months before his \"Demise\", of a blue and white dragon that swallowed up a flaming rose. Guess his father had wanted to warn him- but gods were fickle beings and oftentimes didn't directly bother to interfere with their children. They were inherently selfish, and he couldn't fault them for it, they were immortal and all powerful beings that shaped the earth. It was hard to keep their attention on the realm of mortals. \n\nHe hadn't gotten even a whisper from his father since he'd awoken in the age of man. \n\n\"And...? Will you come with me for a time, Esme?\" He asked, once again bringing his amber eyes up to gaze at her as he put the piece into his mouth, though not before breaking a piece off to share with Sweet Tooth. \n\n\"I would understand if you won't.\" He said, flinching even as he said it. That would not help convince her to come. \n\n\"If this place was a home to me I'd struggle to leave it behind for a while too.\" He murmured, wishing he could stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. \n\n\"Just enjoy the damn peppermint and shut up!\" He thought harshly towards himself." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"You learn to appreciate them.\" Esme quietly chuckles as she leans into her chair, now completely relaxed.\n\nPropping an arm up so that her chin my rest upon her hand. She continues to watch the flames flicker as Noctis asks if she will join. She has always been a traveler and no matter how long she is away. Esme always returns to this place. It calls to her, so she is not concerned with leaving it behind for a time being.\n\n\"I did say if you passed the trials, I would concede to you and assist in you dream.\" \n\nAs she speaks, she holds out a playful finger towards Sweet Tooth who happily gives it a little shake. As it chirps at her she chuckles again and pulls the little spirit into her lap. As Esme is used to them, as they are used to her. Even down to the way they look at one another it is like a mothering relationship. She then brushes off the concern of leaving. Simply reassuring Noctis with a smile. She dare say he is more nervous than her, which is a surprise because of how steadfast the man is.\n\n\"I do apologize if this had made you nervous.\" Esme accidentally blurts out. In the midst of realization, she quickly gestures towards the tea in slight embarrassment. If anything will help, the lavender in the mixture will at least help his thoughts somewhat clear. But she really shouldn't have pointed it out.\n\n\"A-anyways...\" She stutters with a small clear of the throat. \"When do you intend on leaving?\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "He almost wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. It felt as if he'd been holding his breath and only just now remembered to breathe in. He hadn't, of course, his body was practically programmed to never give away his thoughts or his emotions. It had been faulty but he'd officially brought it back around and put it under an iron like control. His crooked grin returned and he picked up the tea, sipping it more out of politeness than anything else. \n\n\"Says the one who struggles to make eye contact. You'll get better at this part.\" He said with a laugh, teasing her with both his words and those dancing amber eyes- which held even more silver streaks now as their original color began to return. \n\n\"Soon, normally I'd say we'd be off tonight. More places to see, more work to be done. But the haze has taken its toll. I'll camp outside and we can meet with my other companions in the morning.\" He stated, drumming his fingers upon the edge of his cup. \"It'll be a pleasure to have you potion maker.\" \n\nHe knew now that she was so much more- but he'd honor what she called herself. The night had been one of storms and harsh winds, but he'd survived it and made it to the other side. Noctis had always had an intense will to survive, to outlast, to be known. He was another small step closer to knowing what had happened all those thousands of years ago. \n\n\"I should let you and I rest. Thank you for the tea, Esme.\" Setting the tea down, he paused and then removed one of his gloves and held his hand out to her. His fingers looked almost delicate, pianists fingers and yet there was something about them that were reminiscent of a beats claw. His nails were perfectly trimmed and neat even down to the cuticle, a natural side effect of his lineage and yet... It was an almost feral energy that radiated off him, mingling with the natural beauty effects of his divine blood. \n\n\"All deals are sealed with a handshake.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"I-I-... Oh... Uhm...\" Esme stutters as she quickly averts her gaze, as it dances back and forth between the flame and Noctis. Then he reaches out his hand and Esme promptly gives it a shake, nodding in response.\n\nShe eventually responds with a nervous smile, her nails tapping against her leg. But then it drops as he mentions camping outside and she promptly shakes her head. There is no reason for that and Noctis is her guest. So she comes to a stand, moving towards the side closet. Being a bit short has it's downsides as she stands on her toes to reach up and grab a spare blanket. Again, another bit of proof that Esme always prepares for guests yet seldom does she get any.\n\n\"We cannot have that. I don't think your friend would agree either.\" She chuckles, now setting the blankets up on the couch.\n\"Stay warm! Stay warm!\" Sweet Tooth commands as it attempts to scale up Noctis.\n\"You are a guest here and while no harm can come to you here. Having you stay outside is unacceptable.\"\n\nNow patting the blankets to even them down. Paired with the fire, getting warm shouldn't be too difficult. Plus if Noctis needs anything, she can assist in such. She doubts the man will steal, it would be quite the bad business practice. So she decides to trust on the rare occasions that no harm will come of this. Esme has to, otherwise there is no point in going.\n\n\"If you need anything, you tell me. Okay?\" She finishes, dusting her hands off before setting them on her hips." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Having already risen from his seat, cloak in hand, he watches curiously as she prepares a spot for him on the couch. An eyebrow cocked, he can't help but shake his head and chuckle. \n\n\"We'll never let me say you aren't hospitable.\" Setting his cloak back down, he stood watching her and Sweet Tooth a moment before crossing the room and moving past her to sit on the couch. The fire, the smell of the tea and the natural scents that filled the place were enough to make him feel drowzy as was. Perhaps he should have been skeptical of a trap, but then, surely if she'd wanted she could have made a move a dozen times over. \n\nUnlacing his boots, he smiles at Esme one last time and lays down, throwing a forearm over his eyes. His long and lean body spread across her cushions, his lips slightly parted- \n\n\"Sweet dreams, witch of these woods. Till the morning, where we see what fate or the lack thereof has in store for us.\" Activating his enhancement magic, he fed the pineal gland and produced a high level of melatonin. The demigod was asleep within less than a minute, soft breathes coming from his lips. He hadn't even thrown the blanket over himself, just lay there in his black clad clothes sleeping calmly and without defenses up for the first time since he'd awoken from his years long slumber. \n\nHe looked both a young man and ancient, timeless as stone and fresh as a sapling. A gods son, and the child of a human woman. \n\nHis final fading thoughts were of the dance, the one he'd burned into his memory. In his dreams he joined her in that dance." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"It is the least I can do for your troubles.\" Esme says as she preps the pillow before taking a step back.\n\"Do rest well Noctis.\" \n\nEsme gently waves her hand past the firepit. This causes the flames to lessen so that they maintain warmth but not blast or assault the eyes with their light. She even chuckles as Sweet Tooth waddles up towards Noctis, climbing up and curling within itself to sleep beside him on the couch. Seeing the two comfortable, Esme figures her job here is done for now. Which is why she quietly steps forwards to grab the spare cup and set it aside for cleaning in the morning. Only to pass by the sleeping duo and in helping, she fixes some of the blanket so that Noctis is proper warm. She takes care not to hover. Gods forbid if he wakes and she is above him, what an awkward scene that would be.\n\nOnce that is taken care of, she double checks the locks on her door. All clear. Again, she gives a final look over at Noctis and the fae spirit. She isn't quite sure what to make of it. Esme has been alone for more than fifty if not sixty years. Frequent trips to the town doesn't count as she seldom interacts past dropping off potions. The thought of healing people passes her mind and she soon remembers the mother daughter duo she had helped. The mother is probably in her elder age and the daughter likely was too young to remember. That was... So long ago.\n\nSmall bits of doubt raise in the back of Esme's mind and as she makes her way towards her room, she glances over her shoulder at Noctis one last time before whispering the words.\n\n\"I short amount of time we will know each other... May you understand.\"\n\nAnd then the witch closes the door behind her softly. Lighting a small insenced candle and going over her spell tome. Lists of components, diagrams and explainations. All written in old elvish. A sigil in the top right of each page, signaled by the twilight witches. Then a voice in her head, heeding as a warning. She is an observer, nothing more.\n\n\"I understand...\" She mumbles before continuing in her studies." } ]	391	8,968
451.428571	2023-11-29	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "```Children's Stories```\n\nAnother night where the stars dance among each other, partaking in their usual waltz to the music of the astral sea above. As the great moon changes phases, children laugh and giggle as they raise wooden swords. Tales of heroism, songs of royalty. Pots and pans clang against one another to the dismay of the mothers who eagerly await their rambunctious children to return. But the night is so young, the moon has only just risen. Besides, the angry monsters come out at night and should they fell the beasts... One will be herald a hero.\n\n\"I'll be oinked as a king!\" A child yells, pointing his stick blade forward at his two unamused friends. Shaggy brown hair, a front tooth missing causing him to whistle with each breath. Blue orbs filled with determination despite the disbelief of his subordinates.\n\"It's anointed, you dunce!\" The girl with twin-tails snaps back, arms folded as her princess story has been ruined by her brother and her friend's battle hardy behavior.\n\nYet they know better... For when the beasties creep out at night, they best run back home soon. Unless they wish for their lives to be without eternal light.\n\n\"I am going to go beat the wicked witch!\" The swords-boy claims.\n\"Huh!?\" The sibling duo exclaim, now shaking their heads as their friend is now over his head. They know better... They know better...\n\nYet the rumors on the hills and farms sing louder than any bard can in a tavern. How many go missing in a year? How many children never return as they had been pulled away by the haze. So how can one boy stand a chance? Sheer determination and heart wouldn't be enough. But they still argue... Arguing on the roads, disrupting the peace of the nearby homes. Candle light flickers on as the disturbed families scowl as they stare out of their windows.\n\n\"Shut up! I can do it! I already chased one of dose' blue tings!\" The boy snarls, pointing the far woods on the horizon.\n\nThe children now scream. The girl worried for both while the boys challenge the honor and courage of the other. This is foolish, oh so foolish. And they are taking up space on the road. So if children can be lured by fated promises of fairytales and riches... They only need to find the grove where the witch lay... Then what is the reason for Valac travelling here?" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Curiosity... The short youthful man, looking similarly to a child, or of a teen would walk past them. An aura of wickedness seeping from his body, as he passed by the children on the road. Heading toward the forest that lied on the horizon. In his hand, a sphere of darkness, he played around with it, tossing it as if it was merely nothing, before it recoiled back to him. He caught it, and continued. Tossing the sphere that was a perfect of perfect proportion and circumference. He muttered to himself. \n\n\"They shouldn't be out this late... It's dangerous...\" \n\nHis quiet mutters of his thoughts escaping from his lips, making progress toward the forest. He seemed casual about it, though, a dark mark would be prominently exposed above his right eye... Tossing the ball once more before it quickly recoiled with speed. Having his hand out, pointing toward it, as it dispersed into many dark bubbles... Before dissolving back into his skin. His progress toward the forest seemed fast. \n\n\"Doing this, as much as it proved useful... Will probably drag attention...\" \n\nHe looked up at the glistening stars in the night sky, mesmerized by the shine of their ancient primordial existences. The darkness between the light, for some reason, causing familiarity, belonging. The abyss. His attire consisted of a white collared button up shirt, brown trousers, and boots. Somewhat dirty, aged, causing the white shirt to have a sort of tannish hue to it. A blade holster by his right side, radiating unique energies, that of magic. He knew that once he was out of sight from the public, he can... Fly there... And with far more efficiency. Recalling the words of the boy he passed by, that of something blue. A blue thing. He was quite curious to investigate what lied within, and what was discovered by the youngsters. He still found it unusual that kids would be playing at night, it only begged for consequences, terrible consequences at that.\n\nThough, he kept an eye on them as he continued to part toward the forest. Sometimes looking back, with no malice. Rather, the impact Noctis had on him, had him grow more... Worried, concerned for things. He has evolved from his previous colder demeanor. He would've been much more cruel, and cold... But he had quite the significant change with his continuous journey along side the only true comrade he had." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "The group of kids hush the moment Valac passes by them. Little murmurs of his appearance carry in the wind as one of the boys envies his looks, the other a bit intimidated. Will he do it? Will he actually go towards the woods? They look at each other, perplexed that anyone is bold enough to do it. Wait, no... There was one other. He hasn't been seen in a day. One boy pushes the other and as Valac draws further and further away, so does the continued arguing.\n\nYet the woods, despite the mysterious and ominous rumors that surround them. They are breathtaking and as the trees span to the heavens, their color shines vibrant even under the cloak of the night sky. As the foliage shimmies to the cold winds, the stars reflect off of the leaves of the trees. It produces small bits of light that rival the beauty that fireflies tend to hold. As a small mist floats upwards, a sweet scent that can only be described as something sugary can be smelled. It is faint to be noticeable, but not strong enough to make one intoxicated.\n\nThe prettiest things hold the darkest secrets and the rumors of this place precedes it. Strange voices can already be heard from within. Quiet to a point where their words are just too hushed to make out. Feminine? No... Masculine? Perhaps even childlike? Ask the farmers nearby and they make the claim that it is the very lost souls who could not make their way out of the mist.\n\nHow strange it is nonetheless. Whether it be lost souls or whimsical spirits, the forest breathes. Like a heart, it beats rhythmically, welcoming Valac in. For better or for worse, there are treasures to be found here. Secrets even greater. But the grove is mere speculation, there is no proof of existence... Or lack thereof. All one needs to do is cross the small mushroom border.\n\nValac need not feel alone. Perhaps he can find solace and comfort within the strange concoction that makes these words. Then again, there is a very faint crying that can be heard deeper within. Maybe it is best to listen to the farmers' tales and turn back..." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Once he had reached to the point where he was a mere speck, now completely dissolving into the shroud of night, with his approach beginning to accelerate. Wings made of pure darkness began to sprout from his back, slowly growing into grand size. Similar to those of black feathered wings, manifested of aberration. Flying off toward the forest, with some luminous moonlight shining onto him. To those looking from afar, the speck would be like a bat, or a crow flying off toward the horizon where the forest lied. \n\nThat infested with magic and fantasy, a calling to him. One to test and challenge. To further his practice, and to finally test out his new achieved form. It deemed a perfect place, one that is isolated from population, with beasts that lie within. May proving dangerous, yet to him they were all mere prey. He'd reach the forest within the span of minutes, before landing within it. There was no sound, a silence, a slow descent into the forest. Passing through the prism of colors that were the leaves and brushes of the tall luscious trees. He landed on his two feet, and tenderly. Creating minimal to no disturbance within the grandeur of shrubbery. \n\nHis breathe became shallow, his senses began to expand. Listening to the forest, kneeling down in order to get a proper hearing of the faint cries that were within the forest. He tried to detect the exact direction of the resonance. The source of what emanated the sound. In order to investigate. His practice of retaining silence, similar to that of an assassin. He gripped the handle of his blade tightly, ensuring that he would easily react if there was an ambush, or a predator that would try to seek him as meek prey. Knowing that his was isolated in the forest. He was used to the loneliness, it did not bother him. He had always travelled alone before, so to seek out a quest in order to obtain so currency to aid with Noctis's journey... Was a must.\n\nTo him, he wanted to repay the favor, no matter how little, or how rich the prize maybe. Everything counts, even kindness. He needed this, he wanted to change more, and rid of his cruelness, erase the corruption of what lied within. His awakened power." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Silence, the voices are no more and the air comes to a halt. With tension rising in the woods, an intruder is in the midst. Yet there seems to be no nocturnal animals out at night, at least not at first glance. These lands seem completely untouched, not even the grass has been grazed by the usual herbivores that often frequent woods such as these.\n\nBut what is not quiet is the magic that free flows through every grain of dirt and every ounce of life inside. There is a strange chill in the air and while there is no howl to be heard. It is suffocating to say the least. Then... A single chime. It rings in the distance, an eternal spanning woods that seem to have no exit or end. It is likely the center maze of which the farmers have long rumored of. One of the biggest reasons on why the locals keep their distance for this place is haunted.\n\nHaunted?\n\nTwo more chimes followed by a shrill sudden, childlike scream. Clearly it is panicked and there are sounds of swarming footsteps footsteps drawing closer. Heavy panting and despair filling the air, loud snarls bounce from tree to tree. Then the nearby bushes shake, moving west. Yet no appearances can be seen as they are moving past the strange in the midst of his training. Followed by a quaint 'help' and a loud smack.\n\nIs it an illusion? Or is this cry of distress genuine? These woods are known for their never ending tricks. In addition, the length and the severity of these tricks know no bounds. Why would they? These are fey infested woods. Dance to death, lose a tongue, it's childs-play for them. At least historically. Then there's that troublesome haze... It may not be here yet but it could linger around elsewhere." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "He got up, the sounds echoing, ringing in his ears that what may cause fear in people, instead felt welcoming to the dark being. Valac began to head toward the direction of the sound, his tread quick, yet silent. Not even his foot steps that grazed against the grass would even sound. He seemed prepared, a wide grin began to slowly form on his face. Then, he pulled out his blade slowly, the sound of its vibration echoed in the silence. The mark above his forehead began to slowly grow, beginning to emit that of something monstrous. Something that was supposed to considered abyssal. The radiance of wickedness that would come off of him, spread like wildfire, in a great area. \n\nSoon his quick stride became a dash, moving around the obstacles of bark that stood tall within the forest. A limitless maze, it didn't give him any sense of fear. Only seeking the source of the sound. Leaping up into the brushes of a tree, giving off a slight crack within the wood. He did generate some noise upon leaping onto the tree. Some leaves beginning to fall from the wake of the impact. He began to leap from branch to branch, not causing sound, but instead created a sort of trail of fallen leaves in his travel. \n\nHe did not question the vast perplexity of forest. He knew his way of escape, but he craved to discover what lied within the unknown, what he would hunt. Maybe something monstrous. His blood rushed, boiled desiring a combative confrontation, but he'd probably be met with disappointment once discovering what it may be. Due to his efficiency, and abilities, he had reached where the source last sounded. Slowing down in order to investigate the area. He was a mere pair of dimly glowing violet irises. Viewing from the brushes, it may even prove difficult to see with the dimness almost fading in within the darkness of the bush. His eyes scanned thoroughly, his breathing now silent. Ensuring there was nothing to alert his presence, besides the wicked radiance." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Grand beast capable of razing downs, monstrosities that corrupt the minds of the innocent, demons that steal the souls of the damned! Treasure of grand desires have to be guarded by such powerful creatures. Of course they do! They must! They mus-\n\nWhat is this?\n\nLingering around the base of a smaller, older tree, two particularly strange looking critters. Standing no taller than the average house cat, produce small chirps and low growls. As if irritated, they dig with expressionless faces. Swiping at one another until the both of them turn to glance over their spotted shoulders. Eyes void of what looks to be thought, they give a blank stare over at Valac as they stand frozen in place.\n\nAre they afraid? No, they do not seem capable of truly expressing emotion for whatever they are. Such a strange sight, magic radiates off of its body. Again, it growls, one getting low as if ready to pounce while the other continues to stare. Their body language seems to mimic familiar beasts so their intelligence cannot be that high. However, as to what has them so agitated is still unknown. Most importantly, they do not seem capable of speaking words let alone sentences. So who called for help earlier? \n\nThreat or not, they do not like the stranger and both seem ready in a small battle stance as if to contest for for this area. It is their right, not this intruder's. They may seem like small fry to Valac, but one can never be too careful in woods such as these. Snapping at the air, stomping at the ground, the grass slowly withering away around them. They produce a magic footprint that reeks of decay and sickness. The bright orange circles coating their bodies could be a clear indicator that these creatures are toxic. Best not to let them get too close." } ]	457	3,160
434.625	2023-11-30	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "His discovery made him a bit shocked, his lust for battle was strong, causing such radiation of darkness. He dropped down, and once he dropped, he began to slowly change form... Darkness began to envelop his body, and the presence he once released had turned into an immeasurable pressure. It was as if a monster, looking like a boy, a deceiver, a fallen angel, wickedness coursing throughout the forest. A loud roaring storm, the sound of thunder, booming, but there was no change in the sky as it had already been night. As he dropped to the floor with elegance, darkness creating him into a tear drop of black, an ember of the abyss, he had transformed... The radiance of which was incomprehensible. It was as of witnessing a high ranking demon. Exuding such evil that once would even grow sick from staring at him for too long. Even so impious that the gods may avert their gaze to avoid such atrocity. \n\nHe raised up his hand into the air, he wasn't gonna use his sword. Arcs of dark energy crackled against his forearm, as darkness began to well up from the base of hid wrist. He held it up as if a weapon. It formed into a large blade manifested of true utter darkness. It was purely magic, though apart of his physicality. A complex composition of both demonic body, and dark magic. He was about to smack the blade down into the creatures, twisting his wrist so that the blade would face its wide side. A wide area, in order to complete disperse, or even eradicate those before him. They may not be meek prey, but his transformation had caused a significant change in behavior. His body was encroached with darkness, creating a collared like clothing, claw like hands those of fingers with talons, and feet animalistic. That of a dragon's or beast. \n\nHe soon attempted to strike the creatures at hand, a powerful slash, a combustive smash. He wanted to eradicate them quickly, as he grinned widely. Sadistic, cruel. There was only cruelty within his mind. An abyssal void that only stared.\n\nA shadow, born of void, born of darkness, summoned as a creature, a monster, a beast, a weapon. The iciness of his stare only defined one thing. That of a predator, one who only craved to cause suffering and agony. Exuding such terrible and wicked desire, his voice finally speaking. Quiet, but a whisper of oblivion. \n\n\"Become one... With non-existence.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "While one is foolish enough to attempt to charge Valac head on, the other, not so much. In one fell swing the battle-hardy creature is promptly decapitated. However, instead of a blood show or even a convulsing body. It simply poofs into a black smog, seemingly unharmful. The second one then lets out a mocking chuckle as if fades into the shadows, not leaving a single ounce of trace behind. Then the winds around the area pick up and the leave that lay on the trees rustle, as if screaming for danger.\n\n\"Careful!\" The small voice squeaks. It is nearby but it's owner still invisble.\n\nValac will feel a cold breath on his neck. Yet should he turn around, no one will be there. A tiny claw etching its way up his spine. Should he feel, nothing will be touching him. Sparks of blackened smoke appear around the old tree. A bit of movement within and underneath the roots. Where both creatures stood are patches of decayed grass that looks like it hasn't had water in years. The odor, now rotten. Like a corpse nearby with its scent being picked up by the wind. Then another bout of laughter with Valac's own words being repeated behind him.\n\n\"Head! Watch out for head!\" The tiny voice warns again.\n\nOne creature may not even be truly dead, the other somehow missing from action. At least so it appears physically. But there is a grim presence here and when the game of shadows are at play. It will be a brutal fight to determine who gets to pull the strings. For the only thing that feels real in this area of these woods, is the very voice that had yelled for help prior, who currently is giving warnings." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Upon hearing the voice, the cold breathe on his neck , the sensations he felt... It felt distracting rather than horrifying. He was focused on the hunt, while some small voice would create a slight annoyance to him. He continued his onslaught, he changed the shape of the blade, into a large tendril, and used a wide range strike, attempting to strike the tree instantly, bringing his hand back and swiping it across the field. He was devoid of paying attention to his head through evasion, rather... \n\nThe darkness that encroached his body entirely, would begin to react, as if preparing itself to respond if such a thing would occur. He began to make his approach quickly. His steps silent, yet wisps of darkness would disperse from his feet. He was slightly disappointed that there was of no agonizing reaction. In this state he desired cruelty, and such a lack of it proved useless to... \"Have fun\". He was gonna end this quickly, rather than enjoy the battle. \n\n\"I guess I have to finish this...\" \n\nHis voice sounded of disappointment, his once sadistic grin, filled with absolute desire to inflict as much pain as possible had changed to one of complete hatred. If he missed his strike, attempting to strike the tree, or if it was blocked, he would recoil his strike, and dissolve the large dark, whip-like tentacle back within his hand in order to take his blade out next, and cut the tree down with force. Knowing that if he were a mere human, it would prove difficult. Though, the voice that spoke, he had recognized partially to be the one that was speaking to him now. As much as their presence was apparent, their physical manifestation or appearance did not draw his attention in order to assess it as danger. He was trying to close himself quickly against the distance of the tree. The one that seemed corrupted, twisted by death. He did not care of its odor, that of rotting. All too used to it. He wasn't the one to be easily swayed, or disgusted, even from a mere odor." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As the elder tree is sliced, wails of agony can be heard as small spirit wisps float out from it's oak and fade away. This paired with menacing laughter, the little critter from before reappears nearby. Though not entirely in front of him. The strange being stands about fifteen or so paces back, just at the edge of the clearing's horizon. It's orange specks appear on its body, it's body twitching as a wicked grin grows across its face. It grows wider until it looks as though the jaw may dislocate, but stops just before it seems like anything will crack.\n\n\"Naughty naughty~\" A voice nearby coos. It isn't coming from the little shadow creature nor does it sound like the creature who asked for help.\n\"Destroying the elder wood will accumulate bad karma.\" The voice continues to sing.\n\nDing, ding!\n\nThe sound of wood colliding against the ground can be heard and standing above, on a nearby branch is an interesting creature. It stands about 3 ft. Tall, it's face completely concealed with the exception for it's glowing red eyes. It is cloaked, the fabric vibrant despite it's mocking tone. It stands proud even in the face of the living embodiment of death. It's eyes narrowing as it focuses deeper onto Valac as it holds out its hands. Tiny strings like silk web attached to the shadow creature down below. The puppeteer has been revealled.\n\n\"You tread in dangerous territory stranger. It is forbidden to strike the sacred oak that makes these woods.\" It snickers as it's little puppet begins to do a tiny dance, mimicking Valac's past movements in a mockery.\n\nIt's head then turns as it looks quizzically at the stranger. Shoulders that bare grim thoughts, the hunger for power that spans the will of the gods. It grows curious as it is careful. It is clear that the origin of the creature has made a projection of itself. So even if it is attacked, the creature will not fade as it's true body isn't anywhere near the clearing. Yet it does not seem inherently aggressive though it does not put it past it to partake in mind games.\n\n\"A naughty guest indeed~\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"Bad... Karma...?\" \n\nHe blinked a few times, before slowly grinning, his smile becoming quickly sadistic. Starting to laugh, before it became maniacal. He thought it was the most amusing yet most impudent thing he had ever heard. His entire life, ever since he was born was always bad karma. He's a demon. He did not care, as his laugh began to quiet down. He looked with a bit of a frown soon speaking his mind, and with coldness, lacking any sort of empathy or emotion like he used to be. This side of him was due to his transformation.\n\n\"You know nothing of me.\" \n\nHe spoke as he began to slowly walk toward the short figure. The darkness on his body began to make sounds of crackling, constriction. It was imbued with rage. His steps grew heavier, and heavier. The darkness began to react quickly down, as if a torrent of wickedness would begin to spiral around his arm. \n\n\"Just shut the fuck up with your nonsense.\" \n\nIt seemed that he did not care for what this short figure said, his approach gave off grand hostility and vulgarity. It was like the small figure had beckoned a monster. That of incomprehensibility. What looked like a boy, was not just some mere fool. His speed began to grow faster and faster. He was planning on ripping the being to absolute shreds, and inflict the highest of agonies. He was bad karma. He was of evil. He was of terrible fate. The mark on his forehead finally grew into its maximum size, a contorting mess spiraling into the center of his forehead. It felt cold, it felt awful to stare at. Sickening. Impious in its radiation. He was going to finish this quickly, as he had grown absolutely unamused by the short figures attempt to stop him from doing anything. The spiraling darkness around his right arm formed into a distorted blade, ugly in nature, but sharp as the wind. He was truly an aberration. He didn't care of what the small being had in mind, and unstoppable force." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"You have made a grave mistake intruder.\" The puppeteer chuckles as it quickly lunges into the air, phasing out of sight just as it's puppet below merges into the ground like a shadow.\n\"The haze will deal with you soon.\" It sings before the area is enveloped in complete silence. \n\nWhere Valac has stepped, the ground around his prior steps are charred. Left to rot from the very negative energy that consumes him. The woods here are sensitive to shift changes in the weave. It will reject a virus if need be. But as of now, it is dormant. For better or for worse, Valac seems to be left alone for now. There are no more shadow denizens nor are there any puppeteers linger about to mock him.\n\nYet in all the voice that once asked for help, it's little owner finally makes an appearance. A tiny wisp, a fae spirit that peeks it's head around one of the torn roots of the elder tree Valac had torn into. He may be taken by his own bloodlust, but somehow he did do a good deed. At least for now. It's bright white eyes dance around the area before looking over at the demon himself. It's tiny hands clutching onto what wood is left as it retreats into itself. Barely noticeable except for the light that it reflects off of it's glowing body.\n\n\"Brr... Brr... Bad fae... Brr, brr... Gone.\" It whispers as it's tiny wings curl around it's body.\n\"Big scare man.\" It continues, now talking to itself.\n\nUnlike the past fae, if that is what those even were. This creature seems virtually harmless, weak even. Yet there are none like it around and it seems unable to speak in complete phrases. But it is at least sentient enough to communicate and express what little emotions it can. It twinkles underneath the shrubbery and moss around the root it keeps under. Murmuring small words filled with anxiety. As it clearly does not know what to do. \n\n\"Find witch... Find witch...\" It continues to itself, slowly inching away as it nervously whispers to itself." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "He seemed quite enraged at the fact that little being had escaped. He believed it was a coward, cowardly enough to not face him entirely. He let out a roar, smashing his blade of darkness into the ground and digging up a large hole before the blade quickly dissolved back into his hand. He growled like a maddened beast, before he began to regain his composure, holding his forehead. He looked to be in a slight bit of agony. Not of the char that was left underneath the darkness of his feet, but rather the mental strain this form was taking on him. He knew he couldn't get out of it yet, since if he did... He'd probably pass out. He had to maintain the form until he was able to finish the objective. \n\nHe turned his attention to the blue glowing hues of what seemed to be a wisp. His hostility ceased, not letting off any sign warranting of desired carnage or harm. He approached the wisps slowly and requested. \n\n\"As you desire...\" \n\nHe placed his hand on his chest before a bit of a polite bow. Almost similar to that of a butler. Yet he raised his head, and bore no hatred towards the little being. Honestly, for the first time... He thought it was slightly adorable in its features. He remained a good distance, to show he had no intention of harm, but to aid. Nonetheless, if he discovered this witch, he can probably let go. Returning to his original form, knowing the physical burden that may follow. Even retaining this form in order to maintain consciousness, it was eating away at his mind. \n\nHe was thankful of Noctis for even being able to reach this point, and with his practice able to handle such a form of wickedness. A form that even the gods would be disgusted by the look of it. He awaited for a reply from the somewhat intelligent, yet harmless blue being. He was on a timed clock, as the longer he remained conscious in this form, the more corruption he'd have to endure. He can last a some of time, after that battle the weight of this ability was proving a hinderance." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "The wisp has to double take when Valac approaches it. It's eyes widen in a moment of panic, waving its arms wildly before tumbling backwards and setting its hands over its eyes. But seeing as he means it no harm, peeking past the cracks in it's fingers. It slowly lowers its palm and gives a quizzical look over at the stranger. Again, it begins to murmur to itself. Twiddling its fingers as it now seems unsure about its savior. Slowly bringing its gaze up to the damaged tree and then back down at Valac. A stranger of such destruction can surely be fickle. So it groans in discomfort before finally lowering its guard slightly and turning back to face him.\n\n\"Safe!\" It yells in a childlike tone, extending its arms outwards. \"But very sad!\" It continues, now pointing at the tree.\n\nFae are in tune with nature, so when any ounce of it gets hurt it is expected they feel it too. Though it seems to lack a visible mouth, with the way that it's head is held low. It appears to depict sorrow and it slowly hobbles back towards the tree. Gently rubbing the overgrown root before looking back at Valac.\n\n\"Forest cry!\" It continues before looking around, now stepping forward. Though it stumbles and nearly faceplants underneath the grass. Falling from its spectral cloak is a small bundle of blue petals. While such an item wouldn't stand out particularly. The petals have a strange luminescent glow, so they must be magical. The spirit is quick to scoop them back up however. But why would such a little creature have them and what could be their purpose? It mumbles to itself before tucking them away, giving a small shake to its head." } ]	439	3,477
525.722222	2023-12-01	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "The destruction of the corrupted tree, but its remark that it was safe gave him some glee. Though, seeing it approach the tree, the fact it was damaged from his attack of sinful power, he did not feel empathy. It wasn't that he lacked such empathy, rather, it was due to the corruption of his mind. The pounding of an abyssal presence. Coursing through his veins, born of darkness, madness. He tried to empathize with it, with its concern over the damaged Elder tree. \n\n\"I apologize.\" \n\nHe was truthful in his remorse as much as he lacked any. Due to the encroaching darkness that dug within him mind. He tried to express concerning knowing that he would've regretted his actions. He could do nothing to mend it. His abilities were only of destruction and death, rather than that of healing. He soon spoke, knowing he cannot amend or find a fix for such damage. \n\n\"I cannot fix it... I am sorry... But you seek the witch... Or a witch. Maybe she can fix things.\"\n\nHe knew it was shoveling the responsibility to her, but he wanted to find a way to repay for his actions. As much as the damage he dealt was irreversible with his abilities, he had to find someone. Though, that short figure... He vowed utter vengeance. He was a begrudging demon. Coursing with lament. Maybe \"The Witch\" That the tiny blue entity would seek could provide aid. He knew that encountering someone like that, assuming that the person guarded the forest... He was willing to take the punishment, the consequences of his actions. He couldn't blame others but himself, in efforts of retaliation from the creature that manipulated it to attack him. \n\nHe knew that he blamed himself for his actions, but the brewing darkness within. Contorting a sickness within him, degradation of his mentality sought vengeance against it. Wanting to make it feel pain. The thought of wanting to cause despair to the puppeteer, and wanting to scream with anguish was overwhelming. His nose began to drip with dark blood.\n\nThat mixed with his magic, giving it a dark purple hue, and a viscous texture. He didn't concern with it just yet, and prioritized finding \"The Witch\" In order to finally relieve the burden of his transformation. He muttered to himself. \n\n\"It's growing more difficult... But at least this would be less consequential the next time I utilize this... I need to find that Witch...\" \n\nIt wasn't to harm the Witch, rather to complete the task at hand, even be-able to rest from the strain his body is enduring from this form." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "At first the spirit seems upset by Valac's lack of ability to reverse the damage he had done. As it folds its arms and glaring, it lets out a frustrated huff. As if a single apology won't cut it. It looks over towards the elder tree, feeling its pain and listening to its sorrows. Whether or not Valac meant to defend the wisp, in it's eyes, he has done wrong. So now he must rightfully fix this wrong by any means necessary. But as it holds up a scolding finger, almost as if the stars align, it sees a man caught in his own thoughts. So it refrains from yelling... Yet.\n\nTaking a few steps closer so that it can properly get a good look at Valac's face. A faint melodic hum is produced from its chest as it thinks. If he can do right, whether intentional or not by the spirit, then perhaps the spirit can do right be him. Though that is not to say he is entirely off the hook. The little thing does still give a little finger wag but it is not as intense as it originally would have been. Which is why it then gestures towards it's chest as it begins speaking.\n\n\"No sad. Worry go bye-bye. Witch fix arht (heart).\" It says with a gleeful tune, now standing at the tips of Valac's feet. It is smaller than any house cat and can easily fit in the palm of his hands.\n\"Find witch, need gift!\" It then chirps, now holding out the petals from before.\n\nWhoever this witch is, could very well be a great stepping stone for Valac's quest for inner stability. But these woods did not receive its damning reputation for no reason. The witch could very well be a false road, a path to hell if she is not as giving as the spirit seems to be inclined on making her out to be. As it dances besides Valac, the question remains. Just what is this witch capable of and why is she here? The fae have already been made aware and perhaps an enemy has already been made. Who is to say the witch is not in charge of that puppeteer.\n\n\"Watch haze. Big scare!\" The spirit continues. \"Find witch! Fix arht (heart). Fix three (tree)!\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "The glare he received gave him no disheartenment. He prevented from a sadistic smile forming on his lips, trying to maintain rational thought. Though, after a moment of silence, the wisp spoke its mind that the witch would fix things. He knew he felt merely no emotions in this state. It was more negative in thought, and his cognitive function influenced by darkness in order to be more sadistic but would damage his mind as a return for such great power. He decided to behave rationally, and with empathy, as much as his heart lacked empathy. Even his face cold with a stone monotone look. He spoke his mind as what he believed to be the best answer to the wisp. That he was thankful. He knew that in his original form he would be extremely thankful, and even be distraught at the fact he damaged something that was deemed precious. \n\n\"I appreciate it... Let us find the witch.\" \n\nThat was his upmost priority before the darkness within consumed him, revealing what he truly was. Not as an individual, but the true darkness that lied within. The now awakened dormant power, now surging as a wave of evil, an ocean of black would slowly consume him with every passing second. He didn't kick of the spirit off of his feet. The comforting sensations he felt... It was slightly abnormal. He never thought he'd feel some positive emotion within this form, it was always emotionless, fueled with sadistic tendencies and devoid of any emotion. The true lack of any empathy or remorse for anything that would occur. \n\nHe soon kneeled down before the spirit, before offering his hand in order to receive the petals. His hearts felt sensations for warmth after receiving the petals from the small wisp. He began to slowly tear up... How was he feeling this? He knew that in his form he couldn't even express any positive emotion, even some negative emotions. Depraved of his \"Humanity\" Even if he was a demon. He disregarded it for the moment, knowing that lingering upon it would waste time.\n\nThe consequences that came along with this form will prove to cause more damage. He seemed a little desperate to quickly find a place rather than being left alone, knowing that the small being, that of the puppeteer could take an advantage. Along with the slow degradation of his mind came along further power. He didn't know where the witch was, maybe his presence can imitate a sort of beacon. He soon continued with a look of anguish beginning to formulate in his face. \n\n\"Let us go quickly... Otherwise... I may not be-able to handle myself anymore... If you know the way, please lead, and if not... I will try to imitate a beacon. This dark power of mine releases a terrible radiance... Maybe it can draw her.\" \n\nHis voice was of logic, being quiet and calm. He needed to find someone that can \"Take care\" Of him during his time of unconsciousness, and repay all the debts he's owed." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Find witch! Find witch! Find witch!\" The little wisp cheers as it hops around before coming to a sudden halt.\n\nIt can see the tears and initially, it seems to want to point them out. Perhaps even to help try and wipe them away if it were big enough. But alas it seems they are short on time and with a nod of understanding. The wisp quickly points ahead. Perhaps it is the child-ish tendencies of the creature but it seems to fail in understanding the severity of the situation that Valac is in. It is true, the wisps here believe the witch can heal anything. She acts like an elder sister, bordering mother figure. Given the protection she provides, in their eyes there is nothing she cannot do. That being said, the wisp will need to bring its own gift now. For turning up empty handed is completely forbidden and since Valac has the petals. It will need to get more.\n\n\"Sweet Toof.\" It says, gesturing at itself. \"Sweet Toof!\"\n\nAn introduction? What an interesting name. Perhaps it was bestowed by the witch or it managed to learn enough to name itself. Either way, Sweet Tooth is at least leading. Though it is moving rather quickly and nearly disappears from sight when it moves underneath the brush of the vast dense foliage of the woods.\n\n\"Quick quick!\" It repeats as it unfurls its wings to take flight. \"Find witch. Know witch is.\" \n\nThen the air picks up, the howling winds sounding like the gutteral growl of a furocious beast. Even Sweet Tooth comes to a stop, looking back and forth before groaning in annoyance. The wisp may not be entirely aware of how much of a threat Valac is, but the forest definitely is uneasy by his presence. Still, they must continue on. It is only a matter of time before the haze makes it appearance and the shadow fae return. They need not act on physical power. They will break and dessolve the mind. What Valac witnessed prior was likely minor. But greater fae lurk deep within and it will not just be the witch that he has caught the attention of should he lose control.\n\n\"Flower garden close. Know shaw-cut (shortcut)!\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"Sweet Tooth...\" \n\nHe muttered once before nodding as he quickly began to follow the wisp. His movement kept to the small wisps pace of flight. He needed to retreat, but his body desired carnage. Wanting to fight. He kept resisting the urge to wanting to destroy and eradicate everything within the forest, even that of the fae. His mentality was slowly growing unstable. His desire to kill would only begin to well up within his heart. He didn't want to hurt anymore. \n\nHe continued to follow the wisp, its blue hues as if a beacon for him to chase. He felt a grin slowly beginning to form on his lips. Not that of content, not that of euphoria, but of the imaginative thought of carnage. His eyes expressed concern, yet his smile was contrasting. His face was youthful, that of a boys, cracks beginning to form on his cheeks. His darkness beginning to grow onto him. The influence of the voice would begin to speak:\"Close... Closer, almost there\". The voice was similar to his own, yet fueled with mystery and malice. Its resonance continued in his ear, no one else hearing such a \"Hallucination\". It wasn't any sort of hallucination, rather the darkness that spoke. \"Give up, let me have it... Let your body be mine. You won't need to worry anymore, you don't need to suffer. Let I be your savior. Let I be your home\". He had never heard it create such sentences before. That voice, that awakened power corrupting him, trying to influence him. \n\nHe could not give into it. He will not. He didn't express his internal turmoil, as he prioritized what was important. To follow the wisp to the garden. A sanctuary is what he assumed, to the witch... So that maybe he would no only be safe, but also have the opportunity to amend the damage he causes to the elder tree. It was important that he would release himself from this form, otherwise the forest would be in far more danger. The damage would be incomparable in comparison to what he did to the elder tree. He remained vigilant." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As the wisp flies, the whispers begin to stir again. Perhaps voices belonging to the lost souls or ancient beings that have long resided here, they barrage and berate the stranger. Telling him to get out, that he is not welcoming here. Sweet Tooth may be unaware of them but they soon grow loud, screaming even. White mist inches closer and closer, the forest's guardian. If he is to make it to the witch then he must take care not to be caught by it. Even Sweet Tooth seems to become aware of at least even this.\n\n\"No! No! Back, bring witch!\" Sweet Tooth yells at it, fanning some of it away before continuing in rushing forward.\n\nThe witch is not far, in fact the whole reason Sweet Tooth is out here was to accompany her in grabbing a few herbs. Valac will not be led to the center grove nor be allowed any deeper, the forest would not allow it and the wisp holds no power. Besides, only those the forest deems worthy get this luxury and perhaps by sheer luck or coincidence. The witch, on the rare occasion that she isn't, is not inside of her den. She lingers by the nearby streams and what may feel like hours of travel thanks to the forest maze. Is actually only minutes. It is the smell of rosemary that he will first notice. The first sign of the witch, the sign of safety.\n\nThere the woman stands with a small glass vial in her hand. Allowing the water to fill in as she kneels by its edge. Long, rose-pink hair drapes down to the ground past her shoulders. A pointed traditional hat, often depicted in children's fairytales. Yet as the two draw near. She lacks the normal green skin and menacing stare. Rather, she is a soft and delicate looking woman. With light freckles that paint her face, pale skin contrasting her brown-golden eyes. Around her feet are the blue flowers that have the same petals that Sweet Tooth had been holding onto. She glows with the fireflies and while she may be surprised by Sweet Tooth's sudden return. She does not seem cruel or even upset.\n\n\"I was growing worried-\" Her voice sings like a lullaby though one promptly cut short.\n\"Need help! Need help!\" Sweet Tooth shouts before pointing behind it, trying to gesture towards Valac as he catches up.\n\nThe witch is confused but utters no words. She only stands quiet as Valac approaches. Her hand set across her satchel which is adorned with small patches that likely were embroidered by her. Coming to a stand, she does not stand too tall. In fact, she leans towards the shorter end as far as height is concerned. Her bangs readjusted to frame her face, the woman is hesitant to the stranger approaching but does not outright condemn him either. The aura around her is strong, like a natural magnet for magic. It radiates off of her, dancing even off of her soft velvet blouse she wears, all the way down to her earthen colored boots." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "As he continued into the forest maze, disregarding the voices of rejection because his own entity proved a force so wicked and tainted that it even repulsed the forest itself, he soon stopped to a walk. His gaze would only analyze her face, and her features, before he slowly collapsed. He spoke only a few words, aloud enough for her to even hear his weakened state. \n\n\"Gorgeous...\"\n\nHe smiled in content for the first time in the form, as he collapsed to his knees. His compliment referring to the woman, before the darkness on his body would slowly disperse. He seemed to be quite euphoric of the entire encounter. \n\nHe soon fell to the ground with hints of rosemary flooding his senses, yet a comforting sensation. He finally released himself of the form... The darkness revealing his original clothing, now beaten and tattered with many holes... Looking as if corrosion was taking an effect on his attire from the released form. As the darkness left his body, returning as small particles, homing into his body. It dissolved within his skin, finally consumed by the wielder. He slowly began to lose consciousness, beginning to feel his emotions returning to him. \n\nHe began to tear once more, quite jovial at the fact he finally reached a place he'd call safe. He looked up at her face with his dull eyes, expressing exhaustion, with a gleeful smile before a tone filled with strain, and of melancholy would finally resonate from his lips. \n\n\"I'm sorry...\" \n\nIt was the only thing he said, before losing his consciousness. His form had strained his mind and body, feeling the ripples along every fiber of his muscle. Soreness that one cannot describe. As if one had worked out, completely dehydrated, without ceasing for 24 hours. He didn't look as if completely depleted, or malnourished, but the strain he felt over his body, the weight he felt, the burden. Feeling as if a boulder was crushing his every ligament, he couldn't move. He gave up trying to even do anything at the moment.\n\nNow at the mercy of the witch. There was nothing he could do, his body remained limp, and his mind completely shut down. Wanting to regenerate and recover from the power he had exerted." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Need help!\" The wisp continues to beckon at the witch, flailing its arms.\n\nShe can see that much, Valac does not look good and when a small whisper of a compliment is ushered. She is a little taken aback, perhaps even flustered. But she does well to control any blush from illuminating in the moonlight. This stranger... He isn't deep in the woods but the fact that anyone is here is equally concerning as it is curious. Part of her wants to approach, but another part of her has her rightful concerns. She can sense a great darkness radiating off of him, a complete contrast to the still warmth that is naturally produced from her. He is her polar opposite, a darkness that seeks to feast upon the light. Two elements that are never to meet for they would always eternally clash.\n\nThis was supposed to be a short trip out, especially after the visit with Noctis. If she is to travel soon then all loose ends must be tied before she departs. So she was not supposed to have any interruptions. But she didn't expect Sweet Tooth to run off and bring anyone back. Though she is not exactly bothered, in fact, she is more than willing to help. But she is so caught by surprise that she doesn't know what to do. Then she sees the light in his eyes flicker.\n\nAs Valac begins to drift unconscious, he can see the witch look at him with pitiful eyes. With one hand clasped over the other, she leans forwards and her lips part to speak. But the deafening call of the void calls to him and her soft words cannot be heard. Even the loud wisp is falls silent on his ears and as he starts to fall to the side. The woman's eyes widen and she quickly rushes forwards as everything goes dark for him. A cold and endless void yet ever acquainted with that lingering smell of rosemary. The last thing Valac will sense is a warm touch upon the cheek.\n\n*A day later, during the early evening...\n\nSweet rosemary, a singing kettle and the earthen smells of the room fill the area. It is like the season of spring is trapped within a container. A fragment of a memory, a moment of pure tranquility and peace. Valac does not need to open his eyes in order to get the rejuvenating sense of what is around him. As the fireplace crackles, the witch lingers nearby. Preparing herbs and glancing over her notes.\n\nThe witch did not know what to do with Valac when he had collapsed. The moment he had, she sprung into action to check him over. Of course there were no real physical wounds to cause alarm. But what did was his untamable darkness that she noticed the second he got close to her. There was no second thought to her actions, she simply sprung. Even Sweet Tooth panicked but knew better than to interrupt and get close. As the witch had imbued the man with magic. A very quick and temporary fix for stability. Calling forth the ancients to keep the demonic power suppressed. This wasn't her first rodeo with demons and it will not be her last.\n\nSo she has kept watch, never sleeping and preparing potions and salves for the morning. Of course with lavender tea to keep the anxiety at bay. Perhaps for Valac but perhaps for herself. Letting out a small sigh as she flips the page to her grimoire. She grabs a bit of mushroom caps, tossing them into a small pot beside her before slowly churning her ladle. All the while Sweet Tooth lays next to the unconcious Valac who is properly covered with a soft green blanket on the couch. Seldom does the witch bring anyone to her abode. But this was a required exception.* \n\nThen she hums... Singing a quaint tune as she begins to tie up her hair. Revealing long, ruby drop earrings that contrast her soft white dress that she wears. It hangs just off the shoulder with small rose patterns at the hem. Simple and at first glance she can easily be mistaken as a beautiful elf. This whole place, even the witch, looks like a painting straight out of a fantastic fairy tale." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "An entire day, the early evening, his consciousness began to slowly return. Soon, his eyes began to slowly open, a dullness, some glistening life that would appear in his eyes. The radiating darkness, the eroding evil would've ceased a long time ago, once his previous form had dispersed returning to his regularity. He began to inspect the room he was in, slowly beginning to rise from where he laid. A green blanket slowly shifting off of him, folding to his rise. Realizing he was on a coach. He was groggy, pulling the blanket off of him completely, before standing up and beginning to fold it. \n\nHe folded it nicely before placing it on the couch. He was delirious, his mind still somewhat rejuvenating from the state he was in. He had a bit of a delirious, his walk, his steps were heavy. He began to spectate the environment around him, his vision a bit blurry before slowly clarifying. His mind still mended from the tormenting damage he was afflicted by. His approach was slow, collapsing on one knee, having one up, before bowing to her. His grin a bit delirious. He gripped his tanned, weathered yet old shirt, still having holes in apparently erosion from the darkness that encroached his body. Revealing some parts of his physicality. He bowed before her, finally speaking words, a stutter, a long with slurring. As if he was drunk, but he wasn't intoxicated from drinking anything, nor inebriated from any substance. \n\n\"I-I... A-am... S-sorrrryyy...\" \n\nHe tried to express, as he felt the regret of the damage he had inflicted onto the elder tree, along with the burden of her having to... Take care of him. He seemed to be agonized, though mixed with some bliss and distraught. A mixture of emotions that made him feel utterly conflicted. Glad that he hadn't given into his ability, and was taken care of by the witch, yet the damage he had inflicted along with the burden she had to take care of him due to his unconscious state. He continued to speak, kneeling before her.\n\nHe even slowly began to get on all fours to grovel. With his mind fully recovered in the matter of moments, he couldn't believe what he was doing, yet he couldn't help but feel that his actions required consequences. Even his existence here was lamented. Despised. He felt unworthy of any forgiveness, as he was a demon. A being of darkness, a monster. An apparition of a bottomless abyss. His words were filled with true remorse, before finally continuing, and referring to her... As something he wouldn't describe anyone. \n\n\"I-I am sorry for having to burden such a goddess. I am sorry for causing damage to the tree as I am responsible for it. I am sorry for encroaching onto your sanctuary.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "The moment the witch can hear any movement from behind her. She does a double take over her shoulder, first seeing the empty couch and then at Valac who hobbles towards her. With a snap of the fingers, the flame underneath the brewing pot fades and she turns to face the stranger. Sweet Tooth is still asleep, unaware that Valac had woken. Which the witch notices, looking past Valac and giving a solemn look. Poor thing, it is definitely exhausted from last night.\n\nNow properly facing Valac, he can see the witch in her full attire. A drop amulet made of white gold draped across her neck. Her off the shoulder dress accents the softness of her shoulders which seem to be touched with a small amount of fragrented lotion, infused with a shimmer. Her makeup is light and while the natural light compliments her beauty, the small touch up is just enough to bring her to her full glory. Not only is she pleasing to look at, like a fairy in these darkened and deep woods. But the witch's beauty is more breath taking than the gardens that Valac can see just outside of the hut window.\n\n\"What are you sorry for?\" She quietly asks, her hands clasped in front of her.\n\nThen he grovels before her and the witch is rendered speechless. Only to be taken by the compliment and red flushes across her cheeks. This causes her to stutter her words, fumbling over one another as they make attempts to form sentences. But nothing, the witch cannot speak and she quickly kneels down to help the man pull up. His dramatic antics ends up waking Sweet Tooth who rushes off of the couch to check on his new friend.\n\n\"The-there is no need for this!\" The witch squeals as she grits her teeth. She did not mean to make the man upset in this way. Never has she truly held anything over anyone's head. Sure, it isn't preferred she brings strangers here. But desperate times call for desperate measures. It had to be done, this man needed help.\n\n\"There is no need to apologize for getting help. Please! Take a seat and allow me to serve you tea.\" She gasps." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Valac was truly remorseful of his actions, his character altered, and returning to normality. His vast change from being emotionless yet cruel, was to that of a man who had morality. His demonic radiance lingered a little. With her helping the man up to his feet, now standing from his initial position that of groveling, he looked guilty. But hearing she didn't need an apology, he still wanted to make amends somehow. The damage he had caused, and his entity what may be a burden due to his dark nature, he let out a sigh. Not of relief, but he felt the twisted sense of guilt in his hearts.\n\nTo drink tea with this woman, he speculated he may converse, maybe hear what she desired, to do something for her in order to make amends. If he could not do this, he believed that he couldn't do the same for Noctis. Knowing that if he could not help her, or do something to repay for the consequences of his actions, he couldn't help his own comrade achieve his desires.\n\nHis stroll was slow, yet light, almost silent, sitting across from her. He pulled the seat out, the sound of its legs grazing against the wooden floor, a creak with his hunker onto the seat. He kept his hands below the table, he was quite mesmerized at her face. His eyes had a sparkle to them, in comparison to his precious form, which she witnessed were dull. Lacking any emotion, or any life. It might be perplexing, that such a man would look so youthful. Like a child, and to be out in the woods. She can speculate that wasn't human at all. He began to speak his mind, soon placing his hands on the table. Scooting himself forward, his elbows hanging off the edge, clasped together. His ponder would only remaining for a few moments. \n\n\"T-thank you... But... I want to help then... Somehow... I want to at least do something. I don't want to just walk away without consequences.\" \n\nThis demon had was one who took responsibility. He couldn't think of himself just walking away scot free.\n\nRegardless if this demon was the one who needed aid in his own issues, he prioritized others besides himself. Before, back then, when he had no one else, he only pursued his desired, never thinking of others. The damage he would cause, disregarded and even took pleasure in it. Now it was different, his journey up until now had altered his way of thinking. \n\n\"If there's anything I can do, I am willing to do it.\" \n\nHe was eager to do something about his actions. The tree couldn't be fixed by his hands, he didn't even know if she had rejuvenated it. Yet he didn't want to be someone who run away from his mistakes." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "With a deep breath of relief, the witch is able to still her thoughts. At first she thinks he is apologizing for her assisting him. But then she remembers the visions of the tree that Sweet Tooth had given her and it all starts to make sense. Nothing she cannot fix but for now, she needs to make sure this stranger is okay. Mentally counting to three, she readies herself for a conversation that she would rather not have. Talking has never been her strength and given how retreating her posture is. The witch is at a loss on what to say. So when he mentions consequence to her, she simply shakes her head and takes a step forward.\n\nAs she walks past the window where potted plants sit on the shelf of it. They blossom and flourish at her presence. Even when she takes her seat across Valac, they still are at their prime. Healthy and facing the golden sun that serves to illuminate the room. With one leg over the other, the witch grabs herself a cup of tea. She is going to need it. This man is high energy and there is a perplexing puzzle that surrounds him, locks around the code that makes up his magic that she isn't sure she can decipher. But that is to be worried about later.\n\n\"You should just drink the tea for now, it calms the nerves.\" She sweetly whispers.\n\nIt's clear Valac needs to calm down. From there, they can talk about how to right wrongs or even why he even came here in the first place. Taking the initiative, the witch begins to pour a cup for Valac before passing it over towards him. Her fingers are delicate, nails painted a soft nude with an interesting rune on top of her right index finger. Its subtle, but noticable if Valac is paying attention enough. Now to hope he doesn't scream goddess or anything of the sort. She won't know what to do or say again if he does.\n\n\"Lets just start with a name... Sweet Tooth told me it found you in the woods saving it from dark fae. But it never caught your name. So how about that.\" The witch murmurs nervously while pointing the wisp that stands on the cedar flooring, looking up at Valac with bright eyes.\n\"Morn', morn'!\" Sweet Tooth chirps now that it is awake." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Valac would grab the cup, a tender clasp on its handle, as he brought it close to him. The aromas emitted from the freshly brewed tea would hit his senses. He was pacifying, he began to blow against the surface causing ripples within the steaming hot solution. Blowing it a few times to cool it off, but formalities were best. His lips parting to speak his name, a name he was given by `The Voice`. One that had born to be. His gaze still affixed to her lavish beauty. He had only a few words to define her, someone who was like a Goddess to him, yet a mere human. \n\n\"I am Valac Carnifex... You are?\" \n\nHis voice, yet deep contrasting his youthful look. That of a man's, his tone was soft with his vocalization. He still felt guilty weighing on his hearts. His eyes averting toward the wisp. He muttered to the wisp, with a polite nod toward it, before looking back at her. \n\n\"Good morning.\" \n\nA smile would slowly form on his face, starting to sip the tea. The heat of it touching his lips. She could see a dark pigment began to grow on his lips with his first sip. It wasn't that he burned, or it boiled, it gave off a presence of evil. Though his demeanor, and behavior showed of no malice. His power, along with his character was of chaos. A conflict between good and evil. The dark pigments receded with the removal of the cup from his lips. Placing the cup on the table with softness. He gave a compliment, after his first sip. It was soothing, the environment around him is what defined \"Home\". A place comfortable. \n\n\"Very pleasant...\" \n\nFor the first time, `The Voice` spoke within his ear, a wicked whisper, but said something unnatural, contrasting. Something he had never heard it before, from all his times hearing it, it had only been the desire to control, wanting him to rampage. It said:\"Protect\". Maybe what was within recognized something, or had familiarity with the environment, or maybe the woman before him. He felt some nostalgia beginning to rise in his heart.\n\nHe couldn't comprehend why it said that, or if she can hear it. Yet he was perplexed as he had never been here before, nor even knew this woman. Not even his true self within knew of it." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Esme.\" The witch responds with a smile.\n\nShe figures that she must tread carefully in this conversation. Esme is naturally welcoming and she truly holds no grudge over the other. If she acts anxious or awkward with him, he could easily take it as a sign of disdain. So with a small blow over to whiff away the steam produced by the tea. She takes her first sip, swallowing down any worries she may have and instead sees this as a patient scenario. Sure, Valac isn't exactly sick. At least not at first glance. But if she cannot treat this somewhat as a work case, then it will fall apart.\n\n\"It is a pleasure to meet you. If you do not prefer tea or wish it to be sweeter. Do let me know.\"\n\nNow setting down the cup, Esme comes to a stand to check over her brewing station. This allows Sweet Tooth to keep the man busy, at least for a little bit. As she walks by, she gives yet another friendly smile before slowly churning her ladle to keep the brew at a steady consistency. Her enchanted broom even makes an appearance. Making its way from her room just in the corner and now sweeping the livin room. This place is as fantastical as one gets and even Sweet Tooth is seen climbing up to the window. Moving its hands as a conductor, causing the flowers in their pots to sway in a dance.\n\n\"May I ask why you entered the woods, Valac?\" She asks softly, again, trying to keep from sounding upset or stern.\n\"They are dangerous, very few frequent them.\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Hearing her question, in regards to his arrival here. Being a disturbance, he had an answer to it, but he didn't know if she'd find it unwanted or unwarranted. \n\n\"I came here because of a quest.\" \n\nIt was a simple, yet blunt answer, he didn't mind drinking the tea, nor did he crave more sweetness to it. He took the cup once more taking a sip, before setting it down. Within him, what was a twisting abyss, wanted something more than just this quest. It began to weigh on his heart, his desire to know her more. Even if he knew her name, he wanted to know who she was. Based on their initial encounter, him laying on her couch completely in her care... He can tell to a certain degree that she was a kind person. He felt slightly unworthy of such generosity. He then continued, being honest why he even took such a quest. Rather than keeping things blunt, but wanted to grant reason for even accepting the quest.\n\n\"I took the quest because I wanted to test my strength as well, I know it is of selfish desires that I entered your domain, and again... I am sorry.\" \n\nHe was eager to do something for her. The lingering thought of him being a burden to her was heavy. He had the same thought with his comrade Noctis, that he was merely a burden. One who cannot carry the weight along with his comrade, therefore he concluded that he should do something. No matter the cost. \n\n\"The danger is of no concern... I am not a human, I am no mere mortal to enter the forest without preparation. Even if the state you saw me in previously, I am trying to achieve power. I want to be-able to protect those I care for. Especially my comrade, and use it to repay his kindness to me...\" \n\nHe was about to go onto a tangent about how his life was miserable, only knowing isolation, and the perpetual desire to progress, survive. That the only thing he ever knew was battle, survival, torture, starvation, and despair, but he would cease his speech.\n\nNot wanting to give her a long story that he believed to be a waste of time. Since he wanted to do what he can to destroy the corrupted fae, and to free the forest of corruption to complete his quest. Yet, within him, he wanted to ask her many personal questions. She can tell that he was looking a bit anxious, with his gaze averted, and beginning to twiddle with his thumbs. Circular motion to try and distract his own thoughts." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme listens intently to what it is that Valac has to say. She doesn't interrupt him nor does she shift in her expression. She simply stands quite, slow churning the ladle as she adjusts the temperature of the magic flame underneath the caldron. This is not the first time anyone has ventured into these woods with a quest. But only a small handful have made it this far. Her gaze flickers upwards and she realizes that Valac would be the forth person.\n\n\"How did you intend to test your strength?\"\n\nA witch and a warrior in eternal conflict, a story as old as time itself. It makes her uncomfortable and for a second she comes to the assumption that is what Valac had intended. Most do for when they think of a witch they think of an all powerful being who manipulations the natural order of the world for her own being. Esme's expression falls flat to the idea and she soon rolls her eyes while her back is still facing Valac. Not that she thinks poorly of him, just the type of situation as a whole. The many men and women she had saved, screaming damnation to her and her kind is astronomically high. But at the end their ignorance had been proven wrong and lives were saved.\n\n\"And whatever this test may be, you should have consulted your comrade first.\" She says with a small sigh. But when she turns around, there is a small potion made in her palms. With a smile, she steps forwards to return to the table.\n\"Drink this, it will further ease any woes of the chest. Think of it as a mood surpressent. Do not worry, it only serves to clear the thoughts. I hope you like strawberry flavoring.\" Esme then finishes with a jest.\n\nAs one arm folds across the table, she gently pushes the potion towards him. Continuing to radiate warmth. The witch seems to look at Valac with curiosity now. He need not take the potion should he wish not to. But Esme prefers to give all options. It is clear that he still feels guilty and she is trying her best to reassure him that there is no need to.\n\n\"And I can fix the elder tree. No harm, no foul. Okay?\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"I was utilizing the form you saw earlier, and I know I should've consulted with my comrade first but I know that he wants me to control the power I have within. So that I do not turn into some sadistic beast of darkness, so I decided to utilize the form in order to obtain more control over it. I want to reduce the weight of the burden, and prevent myself from passing out afterwards.\" \n\nSeeing the potion, being push forth toward him so that it may ease him, he refuted it entirely. He couldn't drink it, and he wanted to do something rather than consume a potion. He knew it would put him more at ease if he did something for her. His eagerness to aid her was far more prominent that guilt, he pushed the potion back, his palm tenderly sliding it across the table before shaking his head. \n\n\"No... I want to fix my mistake somehow, and I want to aid you. I want to help you, whatever it may be, I will try my best... I don't have magical capabilities that can mend the tree, but I'd like to do something rather than just believe that my actions are forgiven.\" \n\nHe looked slightly melancholic, looking at the cup of tea, seeing his shallow reflection in the brew, he continued, his voice pained, fueled with wanting to do something to take responsibility, and amend for his actions. He had no disdain for her, even if she was a witch. He saw her in a bit of superiority to him, feeling inferior, being a wicked being forged and birthed from darkness.\n\n\"You've given me kindness, and even took me in your own abode, caring for me. I cannot disregard that. I am unworthy of it, so I'd like to do something. Something to return it... And...\" \n\nHe finally spoke some truth, his gaze averted looking quite shameful at his honesty. His olive skin soon painted a slight pink hue on his cheeks, scratching the back of his head feeling some awkwardness with honesty. \n\n\"I want to get to know you more... I don't want... To forget someone like you. Maybe even visit sometime, even if you may hate me.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"I see... Well if you are insistent.\" Esme hums as she takes back the potion.\n\nIf this is the wish of Valac then it cannot hurt anything to oblige him. Whether or not someone is worthy of kindness cannot be determined by them. Esme has learned this over the years but getting devoured by guilt is a cruel fate. Which is why as she taps her fingertips against the hard wood table, she attempts to come up with a few ideas. Gathering herbs is a delicate process and as her gaze dances over towards Valac in the midst of his reflections within his glass. Perhaps it is not best suited for him. He is a fighter but if his words rings true, it could be dangerous. The shadow fae have and always will be a problem. They are dangerous not because of their physical abilities and that is what worries her. A weakened willpower will be ones undoing, so that is also out of the question.\n\nBut then she hears his following words and the blush that comes with them. This causes Esme to nervously chuckle for a moment before giving him a warm smile as not to make him embarrassed. There is no need for it. She has been sweet to him so the witch can understand why he may feel inclined to help. In this world, kindness seldom comes free. So when it does, it is best treasured.\n\n\"Okay, then how about this... You tell me some of your strengths then I will tell you some of mine.\"\n\nShe gestures for him to speak though Esme isn't sure if she should be letting him stay long. This is a stranger still. Normally help would not dare step on her door as she seldom would allow it. But turning him away now just isn't an option. Perhaps if she can gain more insight she can perhaps trust the situation. Which is why she begins to pull back her hair and tying it up into a loose ponytail. It serves as a means to show she is relaxed and that Valac can be too. In time, she will escort him out of the woods.\n\n\"And why would you think I would hate you? I do not know you to hate or love you.\" She continues, still radiating light as she speaks.\n\n\"You should have more faith, you seem to be able to know right from wrong. If you know that then there would be no reason for one to despise you. So trait number one about me. I do not court hate. It does no good for me or the other. Your turn.\"" } ]	495	9,463
420.285714	2023-12-02	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Hearing her proposal on exchanging some of there strengths, he had a few, and entrusted the woman before him. She did give him safety, and allowed his recovery from that form rather than leaving him behind where he laid. Her statement that she would not hate him, made him feel assurance... He was a demon, and she didn't bring herself to disdain him. For being a creature of darkness, this was the second time anyone had been generous with him, disregarding of what he was, or his illuminating darkness. \n\n\"I am... Combatively analytic.\" \n\nHe stated, yet the desire weighed on his heart to ask her something. He looked anxious at first, before letting out a sigh. He would at least attempt to ask this question, since there would be no harm in it. It was small conversation, or questions that would deem normal to identifying the individual. He picked up the cup of tea once more, about to sip, with his question now out from his throat. \n\n\"What... Is your favorite pastry?\" \n\nIt did deviate off topic, but he didn't intend to do so. He wondered for a moment if she could help him train his magic, after all she was a witch. Yet he wouldn't make such a request so early, wanting to mend the tree first, aid her in some way, before making any requests of the sort. Even if he was isolating himself from Noctis for a bit, he knew he'd return to him. He wanted to protect those he cared for, and people like her to exist within this world. Even Noctis, his comrade. \n\nTo him, these people had value, they weren't scum, he wouldn't abuse them. Whether it be kindness, or generosity he wanted to protect those that he deemed worthy of living. He sipped his tea, not making a single slurp. He began to stare at her hair, its pink color was quite alluring. He began to realize a few things, and the realization made him slowly grow nervous. Why did he want to ask such questions to her? Why was his hearts feeling this way?\n\nThe palpitations he felt was of no adverse reaction, it made him sweat a little. He was perplexed at this emotion, it wasn't like his first encounter with Noctis, nor there journey together... It was none of that. He thought it was something bad, and was trying to reject it entirely." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Analytic? You'd do well in the selling business then.\" Esme chuckles as she pours herself a small cup of water.\n\nOf course Esme is doing all she can not to show just how shy she is about the situation. On occasion she struggles to make eye contact. Though it is subtle, not once are her hands not busy. They have to be, otherwise she'll begin stuttering over her words again. That is a situation best left avoided. She just can't help but think it and due to this, she delays in responding to his question.\n\n\"My favorite pastry... Hm...\" She hums to herself, slowly sipping on her water as her eyes dance to the ground.\n\"I don't have one. But I do love chocolate chip cookies. They are simple yet challenging to make given their ingredients.\"\n\nShe then smiles at him, unaware of his distrust. Of course it is to be expected, Esme is a witch and she has dealt with it before. So even if she did know, she wouldn't take offense to it. The tea smells like lavender tea, nothing foul at first glance. Is it magic? Most likely not. She hasn't been seen casting a spell and the aura radiating off of her is quite minimal. At least minimal for a witch of her caliber.\n\n\"Is... Is something the matter?\" She follows up, noticing his stare. Esme then looks off to her side, wondering if maybe caught his eye before she begins to nervously finger comb her hair." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "His eyes began to remained on her facial features. Chocolate chip cookies... He'll remember that. Her notice of his behavior, made him jump a little. Her nervousness made him concerned a little. He wasn't going to do anything, rather, he opened himself up a little. The words that would trickle from his lips, made him slowly turn red. \n\n\"I... Don't know what I'm feeling... This sensation... Different.\"\n\nHe shook his head before finishing his tea, believing that what he was feeling was something dangerous. He thought it was his dark power wanting to take control. That was not the case at all, it was something else. Instinctively, he brought his hand to his face. His right hand pressing and pulling against his cheek. Trying to wipe off this sensation he was feeling on his face. \n\n\"What do you like to do in your spare time?\" \n\nHe couldn't remove his gaze off of her mesmerizing face. He seemed quite allured by every detail. He maintained seating, looking from a distance. Like a flower. Something within him compelled him to ask these sorts of questions. The hues she can see on his cheeks were that of red, rosiness yet mixed with darkened skin. Similar to having a fever, but that wasn't true. Rather, he was not ill. His abilities is what he speculated to be the cause of this. He felt frustration grow within him, this feeling that he had never felt before was causing difficulty to even speak. He couldn't look away, feeling charmed. He wanted to do something to rid of this feeling, he couldn't accept it, as he didn't comprehend it. The sensations of warm, spreading throughout his chest, he then continued. \n\n\"I... Can't... Why am I... Feeling this?\" \n\nHe looked to be struggling, looking bothered. Caused by the mixture of happiness and desire. Finally, after a few moments of continuous staring, that of no glare, he finally broke his gaze off her. He felt some slight relief, with his head turning to look away. Shameful in his behavior." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Sensation?\" \n\nEsme grows increasingly concerned and her eyes flicker down towards the tea cup. Lavender tea is a soothing naturally. But there are the rare times where one is allergic to it. But he can seem to breath just fine, just a bit heavier than he was before. So Esme pours Valac a cup of water, promptly passing it over towards him and coming to a stand to open the window nearby the table so that he may get fresh air. Was it the haze? No, according to Sweet Tooth it hadn't touched him yet. So she isn't worried about that affecting and causing possible mana instability.\n\n\"Huh? Oh... I... Uhm...\" Esme starts, still prioritizing the man's health than really playing into small questions. \n\"I make potions, I dance and play the lyre- Mister Carnifex.\"\n\nThen Esme springs into action as she sees him burning up. Of course the actual reason behind Valac's flustered state seem to completely fly over her head. It is not that she is naturally oblivious. But he hasn't been stable since he woke up and Esme would rather check off actual ailments than a possible growing crush. So she quick steps forward, leaning in and pressing a hand on his forehead. Yes, it invades his personal space and normally she wouldn't do this. But even as he pulls his eyes away, Esme is back in view again. Her soft pink lips turned into a small frown, worried for his health even if it was brought on by her.\n\n\"You are burning up. Drink the water. Is your throat closing? Are you allergic to lavender at all?\" \n\nThe smell of rosemary is stronger now that she is close and the fragrance is likely intoxicating. Whether or not it is true that rosemary wards off demons. The smell is quite sweet and where normally it would be subtle on Esme as to not assault the nose. Standing within a few feet of her and the fragrance is quite noticeable. She now stands in wait for a response, holding onto the cup of water with Sweet Tooth standing right behind her.\n\n\"Red! Red! Turn cherry! Red!\" The little wisp shouts." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"Just call me Valac.\"\n\nHis tone was extremely mellow, once she had approached him. Putting her hand over his forehead, his hearts began to beat loudly. He was flustered, he shook his head. He took the water, yet the breathing in his nose was a bit erratic. He hummed in glee, almost a squeak escaping from his lips. He didn't have an allergic reaction to the lavender... Actually, he had no allergies whatsoever. The little wisps remark of his face turning as red as cherry. That statement pointing out his flushed look made him embarrassed. His face looked of concern. His thoughts were slowly racing, the desire within his body, that darkness seemed to pool up on his forehead. The mark growing, but there was of no hostility, rather he was trying to suppress the humiliation he felt. It was too overwhelming, and he tried to cover his face with his hands.\n\n\"S-shush...\" \n\nHis eyes were staring into hers. His body wanted to do something, and therefore it did, or try to. He brought his hands up, his index fingers curling out, as if pointing. His attempt was to poke her cheeks. Finally a whisper slipped from his lips, and he couldn't help but say it. It was instinctive, and it was difficult to control. He was applying resistance, before his dark mark that spiraled around on his forehead completely shrunk. He sounded as if he was trying to suppress his voice rather than try forcing it out.\n\n\"Must... Protect...\"\n\nHis hands trembled a little, still reaching out toward his face, pointing before giving up his futile resistance. What was within had a stronger desire than containing a conservative attitude. Maintaining rational thought, his fingers now tenderly pressing against her cheeks. The look he made on his face was of a delirious smile. His mind was fully recovered, and he couldn't resist a... Unique urge. Something that contrasted what was dark, one can assume the desire was salacious, but instead this is what he really wanted." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Eh!?\" The little wisp gasps as it is told to sush. Sweet Tooth was only pointing out what it saw. So why is it in trouble? Like a pouting child, it folds its arms, plopping itself on the ground in a seated position. As it finds Valac's treatment unfair. Murmuring the words over and over again. This visitor didn't even come with candy. How cruel.\n\nWhile Sweet Tooth complains to itself about Valac's lack of a gift, she has bigger worries to be concerned over. She initiatively pulls back her head slightly, though not enough to completely seperate herself from Valac. Her brow furrow in confusion, she seems to not know what to make of the gesture. Then the mark swirls and briefly her hands produce a faint glow. Then it completely fades, causing Esme to be distracted temporarily. That's when she feels her cheek get poked and her eyes slowly move downwards to see his extended arm paired with the smile, as unnerving as it is.\n\nSilence, Esme is flabberghasted. She knows not what to make of this nor does she know how to comment. Like a deer caught out by hunters, the witch is frozen. Valac's movements, his words, have made very little sense to her. Though she can tell there is a darkness that surrounds him. It is simply at a disadvantage by being around her. So in theory, it should call for him to at least retreat in some way. Yet instead... He pokes her cheek? For a second she stammers as she collects herself. Slowly pulling away as small strands of her strawberry hair grace against his fingertips.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" Esme asks, puzzled but even slightly defensive. There still is no malice in her eyes, but she is definitely being careful." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "He soon realized what he had tone, he was trying to formulate thoughts, trying to comprehend what he did, but at the same time he can't help but having to answer truthfully. He didn't comprehend this emotion he felt. He thought for a moment, his ponder did not take long for him to finally give an answer. \n\n\"Feeling the squishiness... Must protect...\"\n\nHe grew extremely flushed, as he got out of his seat slowly turning around. The words he said, he was completely unaware of his attraction toward her. He thought it was his darkness, but it was both him and what was within. An amplification of what he wanted. He couldn't say the exact sensations he felt, he felt so humiliated and embarrassed at what he did. He wanted to apologize, but instead he shook his head. \n\n\"Pretend you... Didn't see that... I'm sorry for the strange outburst.\"\n\nHe was so flushed, as red as a tomato, going from his cheeks all the way up to his ears. His demeanor lacked of any malice nor did he have ill intention. He felt quite bad of what he did, even if it remotely caused no harm, and instead gave him a unusual wholesome craving. He tried to forget about what he had done, he instead though of the objective first, wanting to finish it first before having to continue this conversation.\n\n\"Let's go heal the tree... And remove that corrupted fae...\" \n\nHe thought of the objective now as it proved a distraction from the guilt he felt from doing such a unique interaction with her. It was questionable, but he can tru and explain the sensations he's feeling if she were to question him, but he definitely was conscious at the time. He knew what he did, but he was perplexed as to why he was compelled to do it. What was within wanted to protect her, why it craved to he around her. He was questioning these desire, why it came to be. Yet he couldn't help but feel guilty of his actions, his behavior and desire. He was slightly melancholic, but kept determined to finish the objective at hand." } ]	431	2,942
464.166667	2023-12-03	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme doesn't know what to say and whereas before she had only pulled away slightly, this time she commits. She is not used to anyone touching her, let alone anyone touching her face. So it makes her uneasy and his words do not help explain the reason behind his actions. Instead, it just adds further questions. Then he grows flustered which amps up the confusion ten fold. Both Sweet Tooth and her exchange a silent glance, as if trying to figure out together without words the explanation behind this. Her lips then part to say something but nothing comes out. Esme is truly tongue tied and in a midst of embarrassment, she shield her head away, pressing her palm underneath her bangs as she looks down in thought.\n\n\"I don't understand...\" She murmurs before finally bringing her head up. She even blinks a few times, flabbergasted that she is requested that such an odd action be forgotten about. Yet with a sigh, she concedes and speaks nothing of it.\n\n\"R-right... The tree.\" Esme then speaks, her tone shyer than what it was before.\n\"It is best you stay close to me. Even during the day, these woods do not take kindly to outsiders. Within certain parameters, so long as you do not wander from me, you should be shielded from its affects.\"\n\nNow awkwardly clearing her throat. She gives a tilt to her head, gesturing for Sweet Tooth to help fetch her bag. As the wisp happily obliges her, the witch moves over to grab her hat. With a feeling of the hem and a minor adjustment to the ribbons. Esme feels complete though she dare not leave empty handed. With a single snap of the finger her grimoire comes flying across the room, perfectly landing in her hands as she then kneels down to grab her bag from the wisp. Not leaving without giving thanks with a small pat of the head. The woods here run warm, so she need not fret about a coat either. She does need to ensure her dress does not get in the way. Walking towards the back, a ribbon appears out of thin air to fit around her waist, making the dress more fitting to her form. As well as long, thigh high boots to match. With magic, she has conjured her adventuring gear to save time.\n\n\"Ready?\" Esme asks after flicking back her locks, allowing them to slowly fall like a stream across her shoulders. Her bangs framing her face as her hair is snug due to her hat." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"I will... Tell you more about what I am feeling, but maybe later, I already feel ashamed of my actions.\" \n\nHe didn't feel too guilty, it could've been worse. His desire was to feel the squishiness of her cheeks. He had no ill will to do anything else. He walked beside her, and nodded in affirmation. The tree was top priority, along with the fae. His eyes remained constantly on her. No malice behind it, rather he was attentive to her. He gave a slight salut to the wisp. He had a lot of plans formulating in his head, he didn't know that his analytics would go toward creating a sort of personal plan. \n\n\"As ready as you are.\" \n\nHis toes wriggled in his boots, she looked adorable in her adventuring gear. Wanting to make a remark, but felt awkward after touching her face, even if it was of an urge. He was going to use that form again, but once facing the fae. His plan was that he'd be the front line, a sort of tank to absorb damage if they ever encountered the fae, and protect her at all costs. Since he considered her to be a support, with her gear and set up to be that similar to a mage. It was important to keep the support safe, as over time a battle would conclude with their advantage. \n\nHe awaited for her to lead, as he'd follow behind. He smiled a bit, some concern in his eyes, but happy that it would be that she didn't decide against him coming along. He hoped that this minor adventure of there's would be smooth. He knew he had to maintain a certain distance, close enough to react if anything were to approach, and on the other hand to keep a distance to remove that sense of awkwardness or his urges. \n\nIt was true, that his growing attraction toward her was formulating a crush. He had never felt such sensations before, never had he fallen for someone. It was the first time in his entirety to feel the sensations of what one may call \"Love\". He only knew of cruelty and survival, yet he still questioned... `The Voice` was so eager to protect this woman." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"I see...\" Esme mumbles underneath her breath as she gives Valac a small nod before turning towards Sweet Tooth and kneeling down so that it may climb in her palm.\n\"The walk shouldn't be far. But if at any point you feel off. Tell me.\"\n\nThere are two reasons for this warning. One, the haze doesn't always appear as a visible fog. Sure, Esme is immune and can ward it off. There are rare occasions where the forest maze puts her deeper in. Meaning that her own aura will not be enough to protect all three of them and Esme would have to reveal magic that she would prefer to keep hidden. The second is the unseelie, or easily known as the dark fae problem. They dare not mess with the witch, except for a couple of persistent troubling foes. Names of which she will avoid saying let alone thinking. They targeted Valac once and given they have set their mark, they may try to do it again.\n\nThen she steps out, leading Valac into the gardens. There is a prep to her step as she moves. Walking likely a bit faster than preferred, only because she does not wish to keep Valac out in the maze for too long. The forest may accept her, but Esme knows it won't accept him so easily. It will do what it can to keep him out and most importantly, keep him from her. But if Esme wills it enough, hopefully it will concede to her. At least that is her plan. This causes her to fall a little silent as she attempts to think of back ups. How will they deal with the unseelie? What happens if they get separated? Upon realizing her silence, Esme makes a sharp inhale and looks back towards Valac with a warm and gentle smile.\n\n\"I am going to need your help healing the tree. So I hope you are energize enough.\" She chirps with a girlish giggle before continuing in her stride again.\n\"Help tree! Help tree!\" Sweet Tooth cheers." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "With their quick stroll through the forest to reach the tree quickly, he took her warning with consideration. He may not be immune to the haze, but his darkness was quite resistant toward it. Listening to her words carefully, her warm smile was enough to make his hearts melt. He muttered something, but it wasn't audible, but he didn't say any more than he should. He would give an affirmative nod. \n\n\"I'll do my best.\" \n\nHe kept his distance close to her, and he maintained that distance. One to not separate from her and be consumed in the maze that was the forest, second was because of her warning. His eyes remained in contact with her face. He held the hilt of his blade, the sound of a clank. He didn't intend to do anything besides to be ready for anything. Even having to resort to that dark power was a priority when it became dire. He'd do his best to aid her, as he assumed the cost wouldn't be too great.\n\nIf it was magic, or mana, he was curious if it was even possible. His magic was of darkness, and its only capability destruction. He concluded it was probably to keep watch. He was feeling euphoric, her smile was enough for the man to say many things. Within he felt unworthy, she was the \"Light\" And he was the \"Darkness\". He could never reach the \"Light\" Is what he felt. Yet, he needed to try out his plan in the soon future before he can conclude it. His pessimism influenced his thought, that there was no chance. The mark on his forehead grew large again, suppressing that thought heavily. It seemed that what was within disdained to the point that caused him to wince a little. `The Voice` the muttered in his ear:\"Must Protect... The Light...\" Was what he heard. He didn't know if she could hear it too, he knew that Noctis couldn't throughout their journey. Ever since he had awakened his power, `The Voice` had become more social, talkative. Valac would remain silent, forgetting the thought... The pain of disdain finally subsiding." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme may not be able to hear this voice but each time it speaks to Valac. It is like small water droplets on a still water's surface. Tiny pinpricks that tickle the senses, but not enough to disturb the weave and cause Esme real alarm. Valac has shown or at least produce a unique aura since he collapsed in front of her last night. So this is nothing she is truly concerned about. Though perhaps things would be different if she had noticed the black swirl.\n\nThe witch is distracted. Leading Valac back into the maze of the Spirit Woods, giggling as Sweet Tooth cheers and dances beside her on her shoulder. What is a small quest for redemption for Valac, is all but a minor chore and field trip for the witch. As she walks, small white blossoms sprout from where her footsteps her been. Though they do not linger for long as the petals fall off, one by one and transforming into a beautiful mist that forms into the fireflies... Those same fireflies that Valac had likely seen when he first entered the woods. It appears Esme makes them, at least some of them. It only serves to add to the mysticism surrounding her and as she sways elegantly with each movement. The lights her magic makes illuminates her grace, as not an inch of her is nearly anything less than perfect.\n\nShe is quick to notice Valac's silence and upon looking over her shoulder. She gestures for him to get closer.\n\"There is no reason for you to be my shadow, you can walk side by side with me and Sweet Tooth.\" Esme chuckles.\n\"The tree shan't be far. I was out gathering when you had come across me. You are lucky... The maze, though it seemed unsettled by the intrusion. Was merciful.\"\n\nThough her words may be ominous, she truly does not mean them that way. It is a matter of fact that had Esme not been where she was, Sweet Tooth needing help and the location of which Valac ended up. This tale could have been grim. Not even just for himself, but possibly even the other inhabitants. Esme's grove is not easy to come across either. Should he return one day, the maze could have it be that he never sees it again. But the witch does have some autonomy over what goes and what doesn't around here... At least in these layers of the woods." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "He sped up his stroll and walked up right next to her rather than keeping distance. He didn't find her words ominous, but rather grew a little hesitant to be next to her. His face slowly started to flush into a slight pinkish hue with and those sensations felt when she placed her hand on his forehead started to return. His gaze slowly changed from her head to her hand. His head tilted slightly down, but was right next to her. He was trying his best not to be too close, but his distance wasn't to the point that it would be encroaching in her bubble. \n\n\"O-okay...\" \n\nWith their continuous stroll, he thought maybe she can define what he was feeling. Since his cluelessness as to why his face would feel like it's almost boiling when he was right beside her. He decided to ask, thinking what he was feeling wasn't something good, maybe he was sick or still recovering mentally. \n\n\"I'd like to ask... This is something I have felt before. Every time, I can't keep my gaze off your face, and my mind can't make sense of why I feel like something terrible is impending. Even your smile makes my feel unusual sensations, something wants me to keep that, it makes me think about things I never really considered. My hearts race, and I can't understand why... I never felt fear, nor anxiety... It feels... Warm, but I feel like it's bad... What am I feeling? Is it even bad?\" \n\nHe hoped she had the answer, the sensations he was feeling. His wording was slightly cryptic but defined quite a lot. He assumed maybe she knew of what he felt. He was next to her, his eyes remained fixed on her hand. He felt the eagerness to hold it. He clenched his fist a little, putting up a good resistance against what was within. He was sweating with anxiety, he even felt that his words have said too much. Maybe he expressed to much, feeling as if he made a terrible mistake. Some guilt of wanting to... Hold hands... Was growing heavy on him, though he didn't express it. He thought it was something bad." } ]	451	2,785
481.5	2023-12-04	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme continues in her stride leading a way through a part of the woods that is easier to navigate. Heels or no heels, the wilds can be tricky as they are often uneven and no amount of magic will be able to correct the lack of balance of the terrain. She is careful not to walk too fast, often glancing to her side to ensure that Valac is nearby. In fact, she is being exceptionally vigilant. All it takes is for either of them to separate just slightly and the maze will run its course. The woods are beautiful as they are deadly, their alluring captivating many into letting their guard down. Esme has been here long enough to avoid such charms.\n\n\"Ask away.\" Esme hums, now turning her attention towards Valac, though not ceasing in their route as she has no intention of being out all day.\n\nUnable to look away, a warmth desired and the constant feeling of losing control with a racing heart. As birds sing from above, time for Esme stops as he describes his uncertain desires. She is taken aback by the bluntness and as her cheeks start to turn red. Esme has to keep herself calm, this isn't her first rodeo with confessions or desires. But none have ever went like that. She slowly brings her gaze over towards Valac, at first confused as to how he couldn't understand what the feeling met.\n\n\"A-ah...\" She starts, her throat becoming unusually dry. Oh what a conversation this will be, Esme has no choice but to loosen the choker around her neck.\n\"I believe... You are feeling the signs of attraction. This happens when you like someone. Though you do not know me well so I imagine it is simply physical.\"\n\nAt this point Esme has to mentally remind herself to breathe. She feels... Wrong for putting it this way. It feels self absorbed and while she may not lack confidence. Telling someone that they have a crush on her feels all sorts of backwards. But he asked and given his weird behavior prior, this does explain a few things.\n\n\"A-also known as a crush.\" She stammers before looking away. \"They usually go away quickly though. As I said, since you do not know me and so on. The feeling of intimacy will likely go away once that feeling fades.\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "He looks adamant, with his voice proud, completely oblivious to what he would say. It was true honesty, as much as he doesn't know her truly, this is what he really thought and he began to stammer nearing the end of his sentence slowly coming to the realization of what he had stated. \n\n\"You're kind and you've taken care of me, I am a demon and... You still kept me, brought me into your sanctuary, you didn't cast me out... Even brought in your heart to forgive me... Nor did you despise me... I want to get to know you more... And I don't want to... Forget... That... Or... I-I c-can't... I-it can't be... J-just... P-physical... I... Want... To keep... T-that... S-smile...\"\n\nWith his words slowly trickling into silence, he looked extremely flustered. He blinked a few times, absolutely flushed from the embarrassment he was feeling from speaking honestly. Thinking it wasn't that big of deal initially before slowly realizing that he was saying too much. He tried to make a recovery but the only thing that sounded was stammering, with noises fueled by humiliation, like Courage the Cowardly Dog. Sweat began to trickle down his face, he had to suppress this feeling. He soon cut to silence, he only stared at her for a few moments, the irises of his eyes twitching with anxiety, before looking away. \n\nHe was breaking down, his composure that was usually cool headed, and analytic was in disarray, he continued his follow with her. He had never experienced such an overwhelming sensation before, he believed himself to be a fool. He believed that she may think of him abhorrent for having such sensations or being so open to her about it. It could be amusing that his attempt of recovery looked extremely silly, along with his nonsense. He kept his gaze averted, he finally spoke quietly, ashamed of his actions and recollecting his composure. \n\n\"I... I'm sorry... I said too much...\" \n\nHis face made a look of slight anguish, but he couldn't help but feel he had tainted everything with his mere words." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Only the sound of the birds call can be heard being carried in the winds. As the two stand in place and the small wisp silenced by their lack of words. It naturally retreats a bit behind Esme's shoulders while the witch herself does not know what to stay. He trips over every word, each one falling out like the leaves of fall. No pattern, no ability to stop them yet she can understand they are sincere. It takes a great deal of energy for Esme to swallow down her nerves before speaking. As she genuinely does not wish to upset him or hurt his feelings.\n\n\"I-\" She stammers, unsure what to do. Waiting any longer will make this worse and when he apologizes. Esme realizes that she does not get the luxury to hesitate on this any further.\n\"It's okay.\"\n\nThere it is, that smile. As her hands clasp together in front of her. Esme tries her best to be as radiant as she always is. No, she cannot give Valac empty promises of love. It is unreasonable and entertaining a feeling that has not properly cultivated would simply do him an injustice. But she still cannot grasp how he does not know of these social feelings, or his feelings in general. Esme has had her fair share of personal uncertainties. But she has always had a general idea as to what they were and where they came from.\n\n\"But I cannot love.\" She says abruptly, a look of longing in her eyes yet the rest of her expression does not seem to match.\n\"You need not apologize to me. One cannot control what happens naturally in their feelings. But I am afraid I will only disappoint you later so allow me to do it now, so that you do not feel anguish. I am a Twilight Witch, which may mean nothing to you. But I am un-aging, I do not get to love for the duties that bound me prevent it so.\"\n\nWith a deep sigh, Esme has to work up a bit of courage to continue. Feeling her throat become dry again, she swallows down any concern and continues. Her tone is gleeful despite the bad news she delivers. Though at this point it seems as though Esme is speaking to remind herself rather than solely explaining to Valac. When in truth Esme has felt the bitter loneliness of the path she walks for years. Such fantasies she cannot engage in with anyone.\n\n\"I have treated you with kindness, yes. There will be many more who will. Love goes deeper than even that and you must find what it is you truly desire. The one who can truly welcome you, take care of you... And most importantly, be free to love you. That is what comes after a crush. Your temporary infatuation will fade in time. It always does.\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"I will find way. No matter what it takes... I don't care about your occupation just who you are is all that matters. At least... Grant it a chance... I don't... Want to discard this feeling...\"\n\nHis mood turned melancholic hearing that she cannot love, but to him he was eager to find a way. Regardless of what duties there are to uphold. It was genuine, even if she may be adamant, he wanted to do many things with her. Even if her duty upholds, occupies her, he wanted to do something about it. He was eager. He looked determined, with shades of blue in his tone, his expression. He couldn't let this go, for some reason in his heart, she was the light. \n\n\"I don't care of the trials that are endured, I will even break every bone to reach to The Light. For more than 200 years, I have felt nothing like this...\"\n\nA cryptic message, \"The Light\". He was describing her as \"The Light\", but he didn't truly state that. His eagerness to not discard this feeling, hearing this charade of hers he only shook his head. He wasn't disdainful of her rejection, rather, he couldn't help but hear such negatives words with such positivity. He could only think she was putting up some sort of façade. He made a remark on it, and his sound was of rationality, he bore some emotion in his words but kept true to his statement. \n\n\"That's... Why smile saying something like that? That sounds... So fictitious... I don't care if you're ageless like I... No matter what, I won't abandon you.\" \n\nHe wanted to retain individuals within his life that showed true kindness. Those who lacked corruption, those who gave him so much that he cannot help but need to keep them within his life. Her bound duties meant absolutely nothing to him, and he would still try to achieve protecting \"The Light\". It made sense that he would be ageless. His voice didn't match his youthful look of a child." } ]	466.5	1,926
480.555556	2023-12-08	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"It is quite alright... I understand... But you must not confuse a crush with love... Less you become obsessive.\"\n\nEsme's tone remains soft as she wishes to avoid sounding as though she is scolding him. But it is all too well that men and women have succumbed to this fate. Some simply laid eyes on her and became smitten immediately. A trait that was once shared between her and all of her sisters of the coven... Well maybe not all but the more trained and cultivated ones. To capture and embody beauty was to pay respect, for magic is beautiful and those wielding it shouldn't be anything less. So maybe the witches have a boon she was just never made aware. But she is no succubus and not every soul that sets their eyes on her falls. There's just been a few incidents.\n\n\"And a witch I am, indeed. I would like to believe myself to be great at magic.\" She responds with a chuckle as she gestures her head for Valac to get closer. The question is a bit silly but she dare not shame him for it.\n\n\"As for fun, I play the flute and lyre. I dance too and heal things- though I guess the last part is more so my purpose and job. But what harm can it be to enjoy your work?\" She then answers honestly, now standing beside the tree as Sweet Tooth quickly scampers up.\n\nThe wood is still torn, sad even. Esme and the spirit can feel it and as her palm touches against it. The area around her hand glows a soft blue. A sign that the tree is receptive to her magic.\n\"I sometimes adventure too, help adventurers who wander into these woods. I met a man named Noctis who wished to pass the trials here. Also, I am going to need your help.\"\n\nIn truth, Esme can just heal this tree herself but she's going to let Valac experience the sensation of repairing something rather than breaking it. With her hand extended out. Esme gives a nod as her smile beams, beckoning him to take it and stand by her side. He sees himself a demon and perhaps it is true, there is a darkness that surrounds him. Yet Esme believes as quickly as someone or something can break something. They can also create and remake. Every living being is capable of that and Valac will learn in time. At least she hopes he will. But for now, she will have to just channel her magic through him to allow the tree to repair." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "He understood that what he had developed was a crush, yet his eagerness to make something of it was shrouded under a charade, maintaining a conserved look. Not exuding any sense that he wanted to expand on it. With her gesture to approach closer, Valac was hesitant at first, and finally jogging over. He was by her side, close enough where he can hold her hand, but made no attempts to do so. \n\n\"Can... You teach me? Maybe later...\" \n\nHe requested, since not only would he be-able to improve his control, and maintain a level headed manner in his true form, he would get to see her face more often. Hearing what she did for fun, he rubbed his chin thinking for a moment. With their approach of the tree, hearing her mention Noctis, he raised an eyebrow, his lips forming a smile upon hearing his comrade's name. \n\n\"You've met my comrade?\" \n\nWith her hand extended out, he speculated that he had to take hold of it. His grin changed to that of awkwardness, that lingering feeling still remained within his heart. He slowly brought his hand out, it trembled slightly. His face made apparent that he was growing slightly flustered, a pinkish rose hue slowly developing over his cheeks. He then grabbed it, breaking through his hesitation, and his own humility. It was a tender grasp. \n\n\"I... I would like to hear your music sometime...\" \n\nHis voice was quiet, but audible. It was enough to be heard, but he can't help but feel that sensation grow in his heart. Quickly pacifying himself, looking determined rather than a flushed mess of embarrassment. He awaited for what may happen, his magic was of darkness. He may understand the feeling of healing, but he didn't know if it was possible with his abilities. He understood to an extent that there was healing capabilities with his magic, but it was self afflicted, rather than healing those. His body was a vessel, and growing used to such power, which allowed for the accelerated speed of regeneration, yet it came with a price." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"I can teach you now.\"\n\nEsme words come out like a song and even when Valac hesitates, she dares to act bold enough to grab hold of his hand even before he can truly commit. Her smile doesn't fade and her gaze is enchanting. It isn't a surprise that many believe that with just a single look, that the witch can cast spells and enchant those who are unsuspecting. Yet Esme would never be so cruel and as she lets out a girlish giggle, she gently tugs for Valac to get closer.\n\n\"You know of him?\" She quietly asks as her soft touch moves upwards so that her hand may be placed on top of Valac's own. Letting out a small chuckle, Esme nods to the memory of their encounter and the trouble they had faced.\n\"I met him when I was in town selling potions. He had come to take the trials- oh, well I already told you that, didn't I?\"\n\nThen her gaze turns upwards to look into Valac's eyes. She is serenity itself and as her fingers weave their way inbetween his. Pushing her palm against Valac's, he would feel the wood of the old tree. It's rough back, the feeling of nature itself in contrast to her own smooth touch. A heat produced from her own hands as it courses partially through Valac's. Esme is casting magic and now that the link is created, she can have Valac properly assist her in healing to tree. Which is what she intends to do now as her gaze returns to the tree itself.\n\n\"Perhaps I can play the lyre for you sometime. But for now I must ask you to focus.\"\n\nOh how cruel the witch is to make such a demand. Focus when she is just inches from him, holding onto his hand with a touch so intimate that it is likely to steal his breath away. Do not give into obsessive emotions she had claimed. Yet the smell of rosemary swirls around them and Esme is so close, Valac may even be able to hear or at least feel her soft thumping heart. As she stands behind him, guiding him all the way so that the tree may recover." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"Interesting!\" \n\nHe was enthusiastic hearing that she had met Noctis. He never thought his comrade would be acquainted with her, after all they were travelled to the Eternal City, but it was more for Noctis rather than for himself. As he felt his desire for wanting to discover what he was fading, due to his awakened power, and in addition to meeting Esme. Trying his best to disregard the sensations he was getting. He prioritized his focus as she demanded, and remained concentrated at the task at hand. Her tug to bring him closer... Made his heart quickly race. He tried his best to ignore that \"Infatuation\", yet he can't help but want more, to do more. He maintained his focus, her distracting scent, and the soft thumping of her heart, he wanted this to last forever, yet he had to overcome this sensation. Even if it was temporary that he would isolate himself from thinking that. His mind now devoid of thought, and darkness began to swell from within him. \n\nHis mana began to emanate from his body, and retained a keen sense in order to follow her instructions. His clasp on her hand, though tender, would tighten slightly. He didn't want to let go of her. Cracks of darkness would soon form on his hand, creating a demonic, and wicked design. It seemed that small tendrils of darkness would slowly develop and wrap around her palm. It wasn't crushing, rather just a grip. Not uncomfortable, yet not enough to remove the grasp. What he emitted felt wicked, but it had hints of contrasting sensations. Warmth, and softness, flexibility. It was unusual that something wicked would emit something that wasn't destructive... Yet clingy." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Good.\"\n\nPerhaps to Valac's surprise, Esme does not seem afraid or even averse to the darkness that forms. She is a twilight witch, they are raised to balance light and the dark. At least that is the idea. They are the embodiment of contrast for equilibrium is truth. Which is why as her hand remains wrapped around his, that very light begins to appear. At first it is like a blue flicker of a flame. Warm but not hot as if to burn. It slowly inches its way into the darkness, as if to quell it. It doesn't serve to hate it, rather, it tries to dance with it. For life is both light and dark, the tree must know such.\n\n\"Let it flow through you and as you close your eyes, see what the tree should be... See it as it was, see it as... Better.\"\n\nHer words are in a whisper, a deep yet soothing tone that tickles the ears. Guiding him through the process, step by step. As she does, that blue light begins to spread across the wood of the tree as energy that once coursed through Esme and Valac, is now coursing through the tree. Moss starting to grow, small sprouts of white blossoms growing at their feet. The roots of the tree itself now glowing gold.\n\n\"And most importantly, have confidence in your ability. If you wish it to heal, then it shall be healed. Do not sway in this thought... Imagine... The sweetest thing you can, the desire to hold onto it and never let it go.\"\n\nIt is clear she is passionate about this topic and is ready to make up for any lost magic if Valac falters. Her heart rate increases as the winds around them begin to increase. A second sign of the weave being called upon, answering to their plea. Nature is healing, thriving with Esme's presence and there is nothing but the faint feeling of... Well as if the season of spring has been captured and put into their palm. The freshness, the luke-warm feeling pressed against their skin." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "He understood the objective, and imagined for the tree to its former self, how he saw it in its previous state. Not tainted, yet just as the object of non-hostility. A regular tree. He channeled his magic, with his imagination thinking of the tree to be better, but when she had stared to imagine the sweetest thing he can... He only had one thought in mind. One that caused him to focus entirely into. He thought of Esme, yet his concentration did not falter. The darkness within began to spin, swirl, and pulsate. His focus was maintained, only thinking about the restoration of the tree, and how it originally looked, along with thoughts of Esme flooding in his mind. \n\nFeeling his mana slowly sap from him, with his patience beginning to dwindle, maintaining his contact with Esme, it proved to be far more challenging that he had initially anticipated. Not because the task at hand was much of a challenge, rather to maintain focus. Her voice, her speech, her touch, all soothing, wanting him to falter, his liking of her growing within his chest. He approached slightly closer, bringing her hand up to his chest. As if clasping onto it, and holding onto it, never letting go just as she instructed.\n\nHis mana began to rush out intensely, and created a shade of darkness around him, an aura of which that seemed to be distorting around his very being. Following her instruction, and the longer this would last, this trial, the more challenging it would be to maintain focus. Though, no mana was expended or dispersed as waste. He had practiced a lot, and that was thanks to Noctis that he was able to achieve this feat without much difficulty. His breathe maintained a shallow calm, and he kept his eyes closed, not completely shut. Relaxed. Maintaining a coolheaded demeanor even if his hearts raced, pounded from the sensations he was feeling. She can even feel it, that he had many hearts, all with multiple beats, as if he wasn't just a single being. Proof that he wasn't a human." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As a bolt of energy sways its way through the grooves of the wood, filling in the cracks and raising to the drop of the tree. Where the slash had been made, green flourishes outwards, leaves swaying in the wind as they are taken to the heavens. The tree itself repairing as its foliage above spans greater than any tree present in the area. Small flowers cover around its roots, creating a seabed of beauty. As if the tree itself is breathing, the leaves on it shimmy and one could dare say believe it is giving gratitude... But in it's own plant-y way.\n\nWas the job is done, Esme is remaining in her smiling state. She slowly begins to pull her hand away from Valac, taking a step back and her warmth around him fades. Her magic no longer coursing through him and the smell of rosemary lessening. As her golden gaze opens, she sees a proud sight. Very few to care about a living organism that is made of plant matter. But it is her job to oversee all here, not just those who can sprout legs and walk. Small white puffs now float in the air, pods produced by nearby dandelions.\n\n\"You have done well.\" Esme chirps at Valac while her spirit flies up and begins celebrating the recovery of the tree.\n\"Your heart was pounding, I do hope you were not nervous.\"\n\nIn truth, Esme still isn't sure what to make of Valac. He obviously isn't human but it is truly hard to understand creatures that she is not. Even with the fae, it has taken her over a hundred years to grasp them. Yet even now she dare not say she knows every intricate detail about them. Multiple hearts? She would know better than to assume it were just her imagination. But she dares not comment on it either.\n\n\"If anything, I do hope that you can rid yourself of guilt.\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "With the tree now restored, the dark like tendrils would began to remove themselves off of her hand with her trying to pull away. He lets go of her hand, as much as he wanted to maintain that touch. Holding hands. His eyes opened up, some tinge of melancholy in his eyes, not in concern for the tree rather... That the touch was temporary. There was a lot he wanted to spill, a lot that had welled within, but suppressed it deep within him. \n\n\"I am glad that I was able to do something... Yet, I wanna do more for you.\" \n\nIt is not of guilt that influenced his desire to do more. Rather, it was just the desire to see her, and aid. Regardless of what it maybe. His look was not of guilt, but of joy. Even if there was a lingering sadness it wasn't from anything correlated to the tree, or his mistake. What was done was fixed, yet the dark fae remained. He placed his hands behind his back, looking still slightly bashful... Eager to ask to hold hands again, yet he felt it was too much of a demand on his part. \n\n\"A-and... Can you teach me?\" \n\nReferring to magic. He knew that this was a meager first step in concentration, but he knew of it. He wanted to aid her, but also wanted to learn from her. He only had a few thoughts racing in his mind, the first was to help her in whatever she needs, the second was to learn magic from her, and the third was to hold her hand again... Or even obtain an embrace. Even with his suppression, his multiple hearts, and behavior really proved a challenge to retain conservation after holding her hand for a few moments. Swinging his hand from his back all the way up to his face. The same hand he held Esme's with. He opened and closed his hand, he looked with a goofy smile. That filled with slight deliriousness and intense euphoria. It showed that he still had that \"Infatuation\". He stood before her, and close in front of her, but enough to not be burdensome, or uncomfortably close. He knew that...\n\nShe probably wanted him to leave, but he really didn't want to. Not yet at least." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme is quiet for a moment as she thinks over his words. There are reasons she goes alone, not that she sees herself as some heroine of the forest. But there are ancient magics here paired with the fact the dangerous tend to spike depending on what part of the maze they're in. That in truth, Esme doesn't want anyone getting hurt. Hell, half of the time she avoids what she can as not even the witch is completely safe from the horrors in the deeper layers. Even if she wanted help, she simply wouldn't allow it.\n\n\"I appreciate your eagerness. But there is no reason to feel owed and aspire to do more.\"\n\nIn her eyes, Valac likely still holds guilt over what he had done. Her acts are selfless. Healing and watching over him truly means little to her. As long as he is alive and safe, as with the many others she has helped, then the witch is content. Which is why another reassuring smile is shown on her face, her hands clasped together as she offers him a small curtsy out of respect. He need not be obligated anymore. His guilt should fade now as he has done what he can.\n\n\"You have helped repair the tree. This, you have my thanks-\"\n\nThen she is taken aback by the sudden request for just a moment. Esme slightly expected him to take his departure now that the tree is healed. He did ask about magic prior but she didn't know if true learning is what he wanted. A disciple? Esme has never had one and she isn't sure if she is qualified to have one. This causes her to hum, conflicted as she reaches up and rubs the back of her neck. Her gaze flickers over and caution is shown, as if she is aware that he still is moved by infatuation.\n\n\"I can teach you some tricks, sure. But my magic is under the study of the old elves. It would take years to master and while I may heal, I have never truly... Tutored.\" She nervously chuckles as a small orb of light appears in her hands.\n\"You'll need to be a bit more specific on what you wish to learn if you wish to be taught.\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"... But I wanna...\" \n\nHe cut himself off, almost about to speak what truth lies within. As to why he wanted to help her. His right hand quickly placed onto his shirt, grasping its cotton, and forming wrinkles with his grip. Frowning with an exhale released from his nose. It showed his hesitation to say more, knowing the words she'd repeat. The ones he didn't want to hear. Listening to her, he explained as to what he desired to learn from her. \n\n\"I want to expand that form that you saw previously... I want to be-able to control my power, mitigate the damage it afflicts onto me... I want to learn how to use it more properly... I want to strengthen my darkness.\"\n\nReferring to his darkness, in addition to that form she witnessed, his request was to learn how he can obtain more control over his form to mitigate the damages he slowly gains from maintaining in that form. He didn't know what to make of his infatuation, but he wouldn't discard it. He wouldn't want that... For some reason he wanted to maintain that. Even if considered an infatuation, he wanted to learn every bit of her, everything she liked, everything she did. \n\nHe soon kneeled before her, filled with gratification that she would be willing to teach him, and he hoped she can teach him what he desired to know. Knowing that if this where to occur, it would be easier to protect those he cares for. Mostly, in particular, Esme. Regardless if it was mere infatuation, this obsession drove him to have desires he never felt before. \n\n\"I am thankful... And I hope to be in your care... But I'd also like to help you out, not because of owing, but... I just want to help. Whether it be a chore, or something in correlation with your duty.\"\n\nHe wanted to change that infatuation into something else. He was eager to expand upon it, discover it, and assess it. A mere crush, he wouldn't abandon that emotion. That feeling. He slowly got up, and seemed to be filled with an intense euphoria.\n\nHe offered her his aid, and it wasn't of debt, or guilt that he wanted to help her. He just wanted to do this out of kindness. Something that he has yet to do ever, all he had thought of through his entirety was to pay off his debts, and instead he just wanted to do something nice." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"I see...\"\n\nIt is evident from Esme's expression that she is uncertain about what to do. As her spirit floats back down towards her shoulder, the two exchange a small glance before looking back at Valac. She has... Been alone for over 150 years. She could easily classify as a hermit if she didn't actually leave for the town from time to time. Potion has been her saving grace in that regard. Otherwise, the witch would have long gone mute. These what-ifs do not help her come to a conclusion though. A disciple is... Well what one would expect. She doesn't have a second room, a dorm for him to stay and faint whispers from the past tend to gnaw at her. Itching at her neck and obnoxiously whispering in her ear.\n\nBoys like him... Her coven would...\n\n\"I know not of what it means to truly teach...\" She promptly interrupts the thought, biting the inside of her cheek as she averts her gaze.\n\"I mean, of course I can teach some practices on how to cultivate- well I can teach a lot of things but... The correct way of going about it...\"\n\nThe witch begins to over think and now she is in her own world, mumbling to herself as she tries to grasp for straws on what to do. This place is dangerous and unlike the coven, where once the witches settled under the protection of the great grove. Esme has a single hut that is a safe haven because... She's there. Valac is not only a stranger but a demon. Such housing would be an insult to the forest whether or not Esme sees him in a positive light.\n\n\"Here...\" Suddenly, she stops as she straightens out her form so that she may retain proper posture.\n\"If you are truly adamant about training your magic. Then you must pass three tests. The test of willpower, the test of knowledge, and the test of resistance.\"\n\nThis way Esme can truly know that the reason for Valac's staying is for learning. How many times have lost souls fallen victim to their own emotions? Setting eyes on the witch and declaring love under the guise of teaching? Esme can never be too careful and given her stance on love as a whole, it is not a pain she wishes for him or anyone else. If he can pass these tests, not only will it prove his capability of training under her. But show her that his head is in the right place... Or at least that is the idea. What will truly drive Valac to complete them is entirely up to him.\n\n\"Understood?\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"I will do my best, Esme!\" \n\nHe said with pride, he was willing to pass what trials she would hurdle at him. He had endured 200 years of survival, suffering, and endurance. Another trial of such endurance would be nothing to him is what he believed. He wasn't overwhelmed or swelled with an ego, rather, he believe he had the capabilities of passing the test. Not that of flying colors, but of that to be enough to past. He was pessimistic, but he believed that he can do it. His darkness suppressed what was negative emotion, causing some spur in confidence, yet also rationality. \n\nHe would not fall to his emotions, even though he was heavily influence to favorite and have a feeling of endearment toward Esme, he cannot give in. He determination was what drove him to take the three tests. His pessimism grant him speculation of believing it would prove to be a challenge. Yet, through that determination, gave a grin, that fueled with excitement. Not from exuding confidence, rather... He was excited to embark on this challenge. He finally spoke, his tone mellow, and what he wanted clear in his mind. \n\n\"I apologize for my eagerness, and excitement... I am the kind of person who likes challenges, as throughout my entirety the only thing I've faced was challenge. Even if I'm pessimistic, I will do my best to prove that I am worthy.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Good... Good... Then I implore you to prepare yourself. I know not of where you hail from but at least get supplies at the nearby town.\"\n\nEsme knows that there are still extreme dangers to all three tests. Anything involving these woods comes with a certain amount of dread that something, at any point, can happen. It may not always be guaranteed but the longer one stays, the higher the risk. Knowing this, Esme has no intentions on just sending Valac off blind. That would be cruel and unfair. She will do what she can to prepare him.\n\n\"In two days time the great spirit tree will be revealed. In here there are three great lakes, each one representing the test.\" She continues to speak as she gestures for him to follow her.\n\"You will know how to get to them by the moon blossoms that grow at night- which you will want to come at night.\"\n\nAs she walks, those white flowers continue to sprout under her feet. With one hand in the other, there is still some initial concern on her features. His excitement is good, great even. But she knows not of his temperament and based off of what the spirit had told her. Perhaps Valac could easily lose himself if the conditions are right. This is a worry and not only for him, but for the surrounding forest as well. Even if she wanted to be there, she cannot. If he is to learn magic under her then she will teach him the way she was taught. At least somewhat. Her and her sisters were not even told of the great lakes but simply to find them.\n\n\"Speaking of- where is it that you hail from? Have you no family?\" She asks, her lips turned into a slight frown. He seems alone, lonely to a certain degree and she knows he has mentioned this prior.\n\"You even spoke of Noctis, your comrade. Do you not travel with him?\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"Alright... I will do so.\" \n\nHe stated with affirmation. He nodded in compliance that he'd prepare in 2 days. He would prepare himself by then, not only train, but obtain the supplies needed for mandatory survival. He knew that it would take awhile, yet his body was far different than what is human. She had felt his multiple hearts before, knowing that there were more than just one, his survivability, his body had evolved to endure extremely harsh environmental conditions. Her question in regards to his family and where he hailed from, his demeanor and facial expression contorted to that fueled with melancholy. He answered her, knowing that what was in the past was in the past. That he cannot change, and for that he would not be weighed down by such emotion. After a moment of sad expression, his face would retain monotony, and look partially grey in its complexion. \n\n\"I have no family... I was never really born... I was created, summoned... And in regards to Noctis, I'll return to him later.\" \n\nHer mention of Noctis, he gave an affirmative nod. Each had their own ideas at hand, as much as Noctis was his ally, he had his own desires too. He will return to him later, but at the moment, he wanted to develop himself... Including that of his infatuation with Esme. He wanted to make it more than just a mere crush, expand further than just being that of desire. He longed for wholesomeness, longed for something he had never experienced, and wanted to experience it. Even if he didn't express it with words, nor exuding through his appearance or actions, deep within, that was what he craved. \n\n\"I do travel with him, but... I can return to him. It isn't too difficult... And even if the trial takes days, even weeks... I am willing to do so. He has his ambitions, and I have mine. I want to aid him, and this is my first step to become stronger, in order to be his equal, and return that favor. No matter how long it takes.\"\n\nWhat he had stated was partially true, first that he wanted to become Noctis's equal, and wanted to return the favor with his own abilities and power. The other part, is that he wanted to see Esme, and wanted to retain her in his life. It may be mere infatuation, but he would not abandon that. Regardless of how many women he meets, his wanting of Esme far surpassed those of others. He wished to work for it, and earn it. Regardless if her duties may come in the way, he wanted that. He was determined, and if someone were to get in the way of his desires, he would either go around that obstacle, or eradicate it completely." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"I see... I can assure you that the trials- well they are timed. So maybe that isn't reassuring.\"\n\nEsme finds herself biting her bottom lip as she slowly regrets bringing up these trials. Her heart rate begins to quicken and she isn't sure if having anyone go through them again is... Is right. Her gaze flickers over towards Valac and then dances back towards the path in front of her. Walking alongside him as she has to fight every instinct in her to say never mind. To tell him to leave. It wouldn't be the first time and if she truly willed it. He would never see her again nor would he get the opportunity to actually prove himself. But this is not a choice she gets to make for him.\n\n\"You must finish all three in a night. I am sure you have heard of the haze. It will be present. If you cannot complete them, you could be trapped in-between the lands between... At least that is what we called it.\"\n\nThe forest of spirits is a peculiar place. Fae are abundant, illusions wild and dreams free. It is a place perfectly pulled from a fairytale. Yet it is also coated in a strange aura, like a land stuck in between time. Never changing, never expanding nor will it shrink. Fitting for Esme to live here but her words describe an idea more so of a limbo. A place of neither life nor death, to eternally roam. Not even a demon can be spared from that and again, she finds herself questioning why she even brought this up in the first place.\n\nCarefully ducking her head down as she moves past the hanging vines from above. Where the trees now shimmer in a breath taking indigo color as the light reflects off of the verdant ground underneath them. Esme can see the edge. A walk like this only took minutes yet when Valac first entered, he was in here for a great deal of time. Esme's home... It should be a lot deeper than this yet they have arrived so fast.\n\n\"Magic is a test of the mind and body. I don't think you need me to tell you that you likely cannot brute force your way through the trials.\" She finishes with a sigh, now crossing her arms as she leans against a nearby tree.\n\n\"The maze will also work against you Valac. So I will ask you again... Are you sure this is the path you wish to take to learn magic? You need not answer right now, the answer will be given either way should you partake in the trials. It can get you what you want, your desires. But it will be difficult, perhaps near impossible. But being near does not mean that it Is Impossible.\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Her statement that he would be trapped in the lands between, assuming that was within reality, he felt intense hesitation. `The Voice` whisper in his ear, it would speak that fueled with hatred, though Valac remained determined and unwavering:\"We shall not be stuck in that state again... You better reject...\", even though what it said was heavily influenced on his mind, he had his own choice. He was determined to make it happen. He wanted to ensure success, regardless of the challenge. He began to grin widely, his excitement fully evident at this point. He didn't care what the voice said, and instead he was eager to finish this as quick as possible. Not only to train, but... To see Esme. \n\n\"I will do whatever it takes... I am willing to take that risk. Even if my chances are to be sealed in a purgatory which seems inescapable, I won't falter... If I can make it, then I can-\" \n\nHe ceased himself, before quite the pink hue would develop across his cheeks. Realizing what he was about to say next, and instead swallowed it down. It cannot let those words escape from his lips. Those were words that had grand weight to it. He was slightly frustrated with himself for having such a desire. That desire is incomprehensible to express, even difficult. If he said it out loud, he knew the situation would flood with awkwardness, and embarrassment. So he kept it within. \n\n\"I will take my leave now... And prepare... I'll be back... Esme...\" \n\nHe spoke get his tone was filled with endearment when referring to her name. With him now beginning to walk off he only thought of one thing. One impulsive thought that began to beat within his mind:\"Must protect, must court\". He grew quickly flustered upon his own thought and quickly went from a walk to a run. Utilizing his darkness to amplify his speed to make a hasty way out of the forest, all for preparation and to learn how he would m- develop his magic. \n\nTwo days later\n\nUpon the moonlight, which outshone even the brightest stars, making itself most apparent in the void of sky, its luminous glow shined over the great woods. That which would complicate, and form a maze that proves difficult to traverse, yet a bat-like creature would be seen throughout the sky, flying over the luscious brush of the forest in order to reach the appropriate location. Holding a large bag, darkness sprouted from the figures back, creating wings similar to that of a grow, yet consuming what light was glazing upon it. \n\nSimilar to a void that would consume all light, even that of the moons. The figure was Valac, and had enough supplies to last him an entire month. His body really needed one thing, and that was energy. A lot of food, which would grant his regeneration, and to sustain a stable mind rather than going berserk like he used to back when he only knew of isolation. When he only endured starvation. He flew over the magical forest in hopes to find where he is required to be, all to complete the trial he was set to do. He seemed slightly nervous, not wanting to make a mistake in his efforts of wanting to achieve great power to protect his allies. In addition to seeing Esme again. Knowing that this would be something he'd have to embark alone. This would be his trial. His challenge. No one else's... He had to utilize the whits and intelligence in order to obtain what he desire. \n\nEven if the risk far outweighed the pros of it, he had his own set of ideals that made him believe this to be worth it in the long run. Not only for his desire to expand and change his infatuation, but to learn more, to achieve new heights." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Two days ago Esme had seen Valac off. Two days ago as the forest closed it's gates to him, in between the cracks of those doors was a gentle woman who held no malice in her eyes. A smile that outshined the sun itself and a soft touch that lay imprinted on his hand. Where they had touch the broken tree, a new light had flourished. Though it was not long ago Esme seems so far out of reach now. Like a long lost memory that can only be clung onto in mind. Small sensory images that resemble her, the smell of rosemary that surrounds her yet... She is not here.\n\nNo, Valac is alone and this time there is no small spirit to linger around to assist him. No witch, no dark fae and no haze... At least not yet. The moons light cannot even peek past the thick tree canopy above. The air here is thick and the pressure around is dense. The muscles will feel unusually sore even without being engaged with. But not all is completely cast in dark. For as Esme had told, the great spirit tree is revealed though Valac cannot see it quite yet. It's roots span through the woods themselves, indicated by faewood that spirals from the ground. Twisting and coiling through the land itself with bits of blue moss growing on them. But that isn't all for even crystals that produce a light even have managed to grow from the ground.\n\nIn just two days the landscape has completely shifted. No... Perhaps it has always been this way but the forest just did not want to allow him to see it. Then there is that familiar smell... Rosemary.\n\nHer words echo like soft whispers of the wind. Find the three lakes. The *Lake of Willpower, The* *Lake of Knowledge, And the* *Lake of Resistance. Each one a test in their own way as their names suggest. But Esme never clarified if he needed to go about these tests in a specific order. In fact, she was oddly vague with the exception of mentioning he should look for the blue moon blossoms. It is the only flower that blossoms at night so it shouldn't be too difficult to find.\n\nRight?\n\nEither way, Valac will need to find them and find them quickly. Should the moon fall and the sun rise, he will fall to a fate worse than death and not even the sweet witch can save him. In front of him are old, worn ruins with small bodies of water next to the rubble. Another secret it seems the forest did not wish to show him. Perhaps there are hints here... Perhaps...\n\nOn their walls are old elven spirals. Words? No, it is a mural. But it is broken apart and only a small fragment of it remains. Showing a long and slender serpentine beast making its way forwards. Its mouth open, fangs ready to strike... To strike at what? The mural is cut off from here." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "As Valac, similar to a small bat within the heights of the night sky, as it had just begun, would soon make his fall impending toward the notable area. In which he believed his trials will begin. He recalled what Esme said, those specified flowers. The ones that only bloomed during the night. His descent became fast, quickening with every moment. Almost becoming a black comet homing within the area. \n\nFrom above, if one looked from below. The sound of whistling can be heard, the sound of wind screeching before a loud boom. Air dispersing everywhere with wings expanding breaking the speed. Almost like a parachute which slowed his fall to the ground. Even if it was a loud boom, which even shook the trees, his landing was that of tenderness. He finally spoke, holding a sack beside him. That of supplies required to survive awhile.* \n\n\"I am here, and I am honored to bask in your greatness.\" \n\nHe referred to the woods, apparent of the beast. He made no regards to it, and instead focused on the task at hand, unless the serpent proved bothersome. He began to seek for what Esme mentioned. That particular flower. He needed to find it efficiently, as time was of the essence. He knew that the forest rejects him, and would place him in a sort of maze, shifting across to make it a challenge for him, but he maintained his composure, reviewing the area. Yet specifically trying to note if there was that flower Esme has mentioned. \n\n\"Now... Where is it...\" \n\nHe began to reminisce in his own thoughts, wondering what exactly would be most apparent when she had stated that previously. A flower that only blooms during the moonlight. He knew of the consequences of this failure, and would prove a challenge. He knew that his failure would end with something tragic. Something eternal, and something he cannot hope to release himself from." } ]	453.5	8,650
450.333333	2023-12-15	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "The hallucinatory hearings of Esme's voice. That of berating, degradation. The weight on his heart would begin to slowly press itself. It was true that he felt unworthy, but he pressed forward. He knew of the tricks these voices play, he had always endured the similarities of such voices ringing in his hear. That of his own, that which was deep within. What desired destruction, what stormed with festering hatred, trying to manipulate him as a tool of destruction. As servant to the darkness. Yet he was his own person, he desired his own individuality. Those voices all stating facts of his insecurities did not cease his efforts. \n\nHis determination far surpassed his pessimism and what laid vulnerable within. The voice that spoke some truth of how he felt, yet in truth knew that he was entirely unworthy of any affection as a being born of darkness. Created from the very black that is the background to the universe. He continued on his pathway, his feet tapping against the cobble with a hasty sprint. The cruelty is what he considered to be truth, but that was his own pessimism weighing down upon him. \n\n\"I am unworthy... But I have to try.\" \n\nHe muttered, he had mere fragments of hope to attain that. His face slowly contorting to a smile. Hearing Esme's voice was pleasing to a certain degree. He knew that she wouldn't be cruel, but he also knew that he was unworthy. She was the light in his eyes, and he wanted to reach that light. Grab it. Hold it close to him. The warmth of its radiance. He shook his head a bit to maintain focus instead of beginning to day dream about Esme's delightful demeanor that was oh so sweet to him. Like honey. He had to accomplish the achievement of passing the trials. That's what mattered, if he were to see Esme longer..." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Unworthy... Unworthy... Unworthy!\"\n\nThe spirits chant as they dance around Valac. However, with every step he takes. It sounds as though they are getting further away, wisps fading one by one before he is completely secluded in darkness. The trees around Valac can be made out somewhat. Slowly, their leaves cinder into pure ash and long spanning silhouettes of an eerie nature surround him. The way back is gone and there is no longer a path. Just wilted grass and the smell of death in the air. Silence... A moment for Valac to be left with his thoughts and his thoughts only.\n\nIn this secluded place there is no solace to be found. Has he stepped in limbo? Impossible, the allotted time has not yet passed and not one of the lakes have been found quite yet. But the area around him feels like it spans eternally as the moon shows itself in full view. It's now blood state causes the light to reflect against the decayed grass a strange orange color. Even though it is not cold here, Valac may even see his breath form in a small cloud of frost in front of him. This place... Whatever it is goes against the natural order of the world and the magic here is so dense.\n\n\"Imagine... The sweetest thing you can, the desire to hold onto it and never let it go.\" Suddenly Esme's voice sings from behind him and the scent of rosemary returns.\n\nShould Valac turn around he will not see her. Instead there is a vast lake that spans as far as the eye can see. It appears the maze is actively shifting and perhaps one of the lakes have been found, but which one? This is a crucial moment, a misstep can mean the end of the trials. Valac has gotten this far and again, he can hear the humming of Esme. It is oh so sweet, so calming... Inviting... Small footsteps can even be seen beside him though the owner seems invisible to the eye. Slowly, one by one, the steps make their way to the lake.\n\nTo follow or to not... The choice is present. But which one is truly correct? Just what lake is this?" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "That scent of rosemary, that lingered in the air. That scent which would play with his mind, engraving it with the person he... Likes... That of rosemary. With his turn to see if Esme was there, the vast lake was appeared. He looked bewildered, he began to inspect the area to see if there were any blossoms. Those that glowed blue in the moonlight. If they seemed apparent or existing, it would show that he was in the correct location. Yet within, he wanted to see if the lake was true. That of which his first trial would await. With his analysis of the area, his feet slowly strolled toward the lake. Grass grazing against his boots with each step, bringing himself closer to it. \n\n\"I guess I have to find out which lake this is...\" \n\nHe didn't know if it was a mere image. Similar to dehydration in a desert, seeing an oasis nearby only to meet more endless grains of sand. His pessimism and skepticism grew, weighing upon him. He had already risked reaching this far, so... Why wouldn't he want to go? After all, he had really nothing to lose. There wasn't really anything waiting for him. Even his comrade Noctis had his own objectives. He highly doubted that he even cared. Yet that was all apart of what he thought. What he believed.\n\nThat isolating mindset. That he had nothing, and therefore he had nothing to lose. Knowing that his start, even after 200 years had been only bottom. The only direction he had was up, and regardless of what risks lay ahead. Ignoring that his life was at stake, no matter the risk. No matter the cost. No cost too great in order achieve his ambition. Nothing left. These thoughts swirling around his head, wanting what was that warmth he felt around Esme. The sensation of comfort, and driven desire. \n\n\"What... Do I do...?\" \n\nHe was a bit clueless, if he had to enter the lake or if some sort of ritual that would take place. Once approaching at the edge, where the shore and body of water touched at its center, he stood staring at it for a few moments.\n\nUtterly clueless as to how to proceed. Some anguish filled his eyes as he felt he came unprepared, and didn't ask enough questions. Though, he had to go with what was felt within his instincts." } ]	458	1,351
357.5	2023-11-16	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Valac's new attire, a pair of old boots, an old, collared button up white longshirt, along with a pair of brown trousers. Aged boots that look as if it had seen better days. Valac was itching at himself, bringing his hand up to his right rib, and began to scratch it with his long... Black, yet sharp demonic nails. He looked as if completely uncomfortable with the clothing. Not that he disliked the fact he was clothed, rather he hadn't wore any true clothing for awhile, only wearing a tattered cloak. He was thankful, but he was itching. He had to grow used to this new attire, not forced to wear, but it was better than to be in a shameful appearance of being fully nude.\n\n\"I guess so... Why are we trying to make to the Eternal City again?\"\n\nHe questioned as the dense environment was pleasant to him, a calm of classical tones of a peaceful morning. He stopped his itching, returning his hands to his side. He smiled, but looked a bit uncomfortable with his new clothing. It was just that he wasn't used to the attire. He nodded as he was forever joyful that he now he can walk with a far less shameful appearance than initially seen.\n\n\"Even though I haven't gotten used to it yet, it's better than walking in the nude. It's still a bit itchy though, but I can completely live with it.\"\n\nHe smiled tenderly at his comrade, what he would call his true friend. He blade holstered by his side, he took it out with his right hand, holding it with the hilt of the blade facing forward and the blade back, as if he held it like a dagger, before instantaneously changed its position. His hands were quite dexterious as he held it like a normal blade. He wielded it a little as he was trying to get used to his new attire, not trying to look as if he hated his new attire. He truly appreciated that he had gotten this far, and even in a better position than he initially was in. He then continued.\n\n\"Let's have some fun... Shall we?\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis raised one gloved hand to his ear and pulled gently on his earring as he thought in silence. After a moment he responded, grinning at Valac. \n\n\"Well there's a few reasons. The Eternal City is the most likely place to get answers, on what I want and what on you are. If anywhere is going to point us in the right direction, it'll be the Eternal City.\" He said nonchalantly, resting on hand on the beautiful hilt of Ebony Rose. It's rubied pommel seemed a flickering candle in the light that filtered through the jungle trees. \n\n\"You'll get used to the fabric eventually, the clothes are clean are least. Besides the jungle will likely be swarming with bugs, the more covered you are the better.\" The two went down a slope that brought them deeper into the jungle. Noctis moved quick and quiet, like a jungle cat that was seeking out its next prey. His long legs moved his with ease over fallen logs and around dense vines, grey eyes constantly shifting to scan their surroundings. \n\n\"Yes Valac, I think some fun would be in right order for us.\" He responded, patting the shorter man on the shoulder as they sought out their prey." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"Answers...\" \n\nHe shook his head, looking quite doubtful, using his thumb to caress the tip of his nail, feeling the sharpness. He pondered for a few moments, recalling that whisper he heard yesterday. That stating of something... Some word, he had heard only once. Maybe Noctis knew, as much as he wasn't omniscient, it was better to ask. Valac brought the bladed up, resting on his shoulder before tapping the wide side of its body against his shoulder. \n\n\"Yea, I know... I will... What... Is Ichor?\" \n\nAs Valac followed, with similar speed, but not as silent as Noctis, it wasn't too hard for him to catch up. Noctis's pat, made him grin widely, he felt as if he can trust his life with Noctis. Though, Valac had thought about it ever since that morning, the whisper from yesterday plaguing his mind of the burning question of what Ichor was. Valac even spoke, holding his forehead a little, as if it ached slightly. He was a little frustrated by the whisper, being so cryptic, yet only providing one word. No information, no clues as to what it maybe. He assumed that... It maybe what is lying dormant within him. It was all speculation, maybe it was something else. Something dark. He was the spawn of true darkness, what was meant to be evil. A weapon that was only meant to cause pain, and the destruction of others, but failed to reach that status. \n\n\"A voice... A whisper... It sounded similar to mine. It stated that... When I thought of wanting to know what I am... Who I truly am. Ever since the beginning... Even the voice told me my name. What my name was, I was never given one... I was born with it... It is a rare occurrence. It had only happened four times in my entire lifetime. This being the fourth... The first being my name, the second an amusing laugh, and the third... The sound of heart beat. Not of my own... Of something else.\"\n\nHe provided an explanation, hearing this malicious and malignant voice. That of his... Or similar to his, but something worse." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Ichor?\" Noctis raised a perfectly done brow in curiosity at the question. Of course he did, the blood of gods, divine blood so to speak. It was believed that true Ichor could be used for all forms of things. \n\n\"It's divine blood, Valac, why as-\" \n\nHe stopped the question as he listened to Valacs explanation. The two made their way deeper into the jungle and as Valac spoke, the shadows almost seemed to reach in towards, like dark tentacles writhing and seeking out any life to snuff out. It nearly caused a shiver down his spine. \n\n\"Interesting. Well it could be some form of psychosis from your isolation, or you're housing another entity entirely, or, well, any number of things. We won't know until we get someplace with researchers. My best advice to you now Valac is to put it away. Don't dwell on it, you'll find answers soon enough. For now you need to help search for this creature or beast.\" He said, snapping his finger and causing a flame to appear over his index finger as he swept his hand left and right, using it like a torch to search for holes, pits, scratches on trees or other signs of large animal life. Large enough to terrorize some farmers at least.\n\n\"Creepy whispers aren't exactly what I'd call having fun, don't you think?\" His silver eyes seemed to drink the light of his flame as he searched, framed by those dark lashes it was as if twin moons were gazing out from beneath wisps of cloud. Whatever Valac was or was tied to, it definitely wasn't going to be a pleasant journey. Yet Noctis had chosen this path- and he was not afraid of turmoil and strife if it led to something greater." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"I... Need it... Drawn to it... Along with this sword...\" \n\nHe displayed his sword, grazing his hand across its magically imbued dark steel body. He doesn't know why, it wasn't of greed, or of want. Rather, a need. A requirement. Hearing Noctis speculate it was psychosis from his isolation, caused him to sigh. He probably guessed so too, but that didn't explain why it felt like it was a need. Nor did it explain why he was drawn to it. Though, once he said that he may be housing an entity... But to overthink during their quest, was a mistake. Noctis was correct, and he can't help but agree that he shouldn't dwell on it. Maybe later. \n\n\"Those creepy whispers... Are what gave me reason to keep living... Rather than ending everything. I had... Nothing to live for, before I met you, yet I persisted. Nonetheless... Lets continue our search.\"\n\nHe wanted to think about the entire ordeal of his existence later. It was too distracting, yet mysterious. He followed his comrade, keeping an eye out as well, his irises glowing a dim purple. He looked focused, and determined to find the \"Suspect\" That had given the reason for the quest. He placed the blade back into its holster, holding the hilt of the blade as he sprinted along with his comrade." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Well.. Nevertheless my suggestion stands. Sometimes the things that keep us alive are the ones that make our lives hard to keep in the first place.\" He mused as their speed began to pick up. \n\n\"Let's have some fun- a race. Say... See who's in front of the other by one minute?\" He said, and dug his heels in, throwing one last phrase out. \"Let's see how strong that food really made you.\" \n\nIt was a good chance to see the physical abilities of Valac. Noctis broke off into a sprint, his naturally heightened senses and insane physical strength sent him forward nearly like an arrow. He tread lightly but quickly, trained to move this way after decades of working as an Assassin and Spy for the First Emperor. He bounded onto a log and launched forward, his foot catching a groove in a tree trunk and once again spring boarding forward to avoid difficult terrain before landing in an almost crouched sprint to keep his balance, his feet thundering down. He was Fast At full sprint, faster than an Olympic sprinter at 120% throttle. His black cloaked streamed behind him, his armor amazingly quiet and light on his body- his form that of black and platinum as he rushed. \n\nHe'd start at the fastest he could go without enhancement, just to see exactly where Valac was in his strength. Something told him that Valac wasn't young, but that his power was nearly untapped. That thought would be scary depending on Valacs abilities now. He'd have to keep an eye out, especially with ominous whispers." } ]	347	2,145
445.75	2023-11-17	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"A race...?\" \n\nAs Noctis began to ran, Valac was initially not prepared for it. With Noctis getting quite the head start... Valac quickly followed suit, but couldn't catch up to him. As much as Valac was dexterous and agile, he can't compare to this demigod. He hasn't reached his maximum potential... Therefore he was at a disadvantage. He utilized dark magic to attempt to catch up, enhance the physicality in his legs, darkness etching around his legs creating strands of wickedness gyrating around his quadriceps, and calf. Pushing him to the limit as he began his sprint to catch up to him. Valac was actually beginning to sweat. \n\n\"Holy shit! No shot I can beat you!\" \n\nHe said as he was quite humble about his lacking physical prowess. Seeing the man launch like a rocket through the forest was incomprehensible to him... It was evident, even utilizing his magic to amplify his power, he couldn't reach him. Noctis was way too far and even achieving a great lead upon Valac. It was no possible... Valac skid his feet across the ground, dirt and debris flying off as he stopped himself. He let out a gasp as he was breathing a bit heavy. He shook his head, raising up his right hand, looking as if he admitted defeat. \n\n\"You're definitely not human... I couldn't even feel the magical energy seeping off of you... You didn't use anything... Yet you have the lead... What are you really?!\" \n\nHe said laughing a bit, admiring his comrades power as Noctis was just far too superior in physicality than Valac was. Valac... Wanted to become that, strive to be that. It inspired him. That whisper... Again repeated that word, \"Ichor\". Valac felt like... If he could obtain that, it would be one piece of the puzzle in order for him to get stronger. He needed to achieve the level Noctis was, if he even wanted a chance to win the race, or even equalize the playing field. He took the loss on this one, and in return... He had new admiration for his comrade. The darkness would recede from his legs." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "As the race came to an end, Noctis slowed down before jogging back over to Valac. He wasn't surprised, in his own time there had only ever been four demigods physically stronger than him that he'd known. Those four had the monstrous kind of strength that sparked and ignited legend, it was an overwhelming force of devastation that could shatter armies. Noctis didn't have that level of strength, but he rarely knew an equal to his sheer physical ability. \n\nIt was a funny benefit of being the child of the god of Beauty, one did not expect strength to be a gift of his. Yet any who knew Masculo knew that the body was one of his greatest treasures, and thus Noctis' affinity for Enhancement magic had been born. \n\n\"Good, good!\" He said, a drop of perspiration not even present. He'd only just begun to warm himself up, his endurance was superhuman as well. He could run faster than a horse at full gallop without being enhanced, when enhanced... Well... There were beasts renowned for their deadly speed that could not escape him should he chose to hunt. It was how he traveled Aeterna so fast- he simply ran wherever he needed to go. \n\n\"Don't be discourage Valac, you'll surpass me one day I'm confident of it. Once we discover what you are and figure out how to unlock your powers- well I think you'll be a force to be reckoned with. Hear this though Valac.\" \n\nHe spoke the last sentence with a tone of severity only found in those who had held power and maintained it. The type of person who'd known leading men in battle and commanding others and never once had to fake it.\n\n\"You must not try to awaken your powers alone- we do this together. We don't know what will happen when we start to break the chains that bind you- you could cause calamity and hurt innocents. That I cannot abide by.\" He sounded like Maze, the do gooder Half Angel. He agreed with her though, her severe face and stuff personality aside, he admired her morales. He hoped to meet her again one day, having people like\n\nHer in his life might help him to rebuild himself. \n\n\"Do we have a deal?\" He asked Valac." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Hearing Noctis's inspiring words, he cannot help but wonder would it even be true? He thought Noctis was more of a general, but his now closest comrade. His breathe would soon pacify from its somewhat erratic state. Fully bringing up his posture from his bent over yet temporarily exhausted look. He placed his hand on his chin, pondering for a moment before nodding in agreement. Though, it felt like Valac was already doing this... Trying to achieve the discovery of own being and what lies dormant within. He could never think of a way that he could do this alone. He can't help but feel... Quite reliant on Noctis. Ever since yesterday, Noctis had given him... Something he never really had. He sounded his thoughts, wanting to clarify a few things. \n\n\"If I'm honest... I cannot disagree, but I also can't help the fact I cannot do this without you. Ever since first meeting you... You feel important. Wearing such attire and armor as yours... It's luxurious, your strength incomprehensible. Something about you, you're like a puzzle piece, or the keys to what lies within. I can't think of doing this alone, even without you, but I can't help it... I feel like a leech.\" \n\nValac gave a lengthy explanation, expressing his thoughts to his comrade. Showing true trust, yet the feeling of guilty was weighing on his heart. He felt like he was just smooching off of him, because of how kind and generous he was, though it may not be true. He wanted to return the favor, and he had to stick by the man's side if he were to ever get a chance. He looked down at his hands for a moment before continuing... \n\n\"We're too distracted, let's find the leading cause of why live stock is missing... Then we can talk about this later. From the voice in my ear, to this... Topic...\" \n\nHe looked serious, but stood by his comrade's side. Only wishing to follow his lead. Since they had the task at hand, it was important that they finished their quest. Of course if they wanted to reach somewhere...\n\nRather, achieve their desired goals at the Eternal City, Valac thought that... The Eternal City itself wasn't the answer. Noctis was the answer. Though, he wanted to aid his friend, and return the favor somehow by going to the Eternal City, or even aiding his efforts of reaching there." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Very good idea. Let's see... Oh yes. I won't be fighting whatever we find, Valac. I'll be leaving it up to you.\" He said nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just dropped a bomb on his traveling companion. \n\n\"First step of your training is to see exactly where your strengths lie. Besides this creature might not even be dangerous.\" He said as he scanned the area, using Enhancement to boost his vision and peer into the shadowed trees. He spotted some dragging tracks, some deer or other beast that was dragged away, and headed off in that direction. \n\n\"Whatever we are looking for was pretty hungry. Hope you're in the mood for some exercise my dear friend.\" Noctis said, his fine black boots easily treading the uneven terrain. He seemed to move as if he'd been born in those jungles, despite having all the softness of a man who has never left the city's walls before. With one hand resting on his sword, he chewed his lip softly. \n\n\"But if it's dangerous enough it should pay our way for a bit into the Eternal City. Enough for some room and board while we get situated.\" \n\nWhat felt like only a few months ago, he had been one of the richest demigods in the Empire. His wealth had been quite marvelous and he'd had all the backings of the Eternal Empire. Now he felt as if he were back in his youth, wandering the world seeking purpose. Of course this time he had enchanted armor and the Ebony Rose. With that sword he could weather any storm." } ]	469.5	1,783
372.333333	2023-11-18	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"Well, fair enough.\" \n\nValac nodded, it wasn't much of a bomb shell. He usually went solo for his entire life. This didn't really worry Valac too much, he believed he could survive he's made it this long alive. But that was the dormant within wouldn't allow it, no matter how much Valac wanted to perish. It was the leading cause of why he survived for so long. Though, he slightly feared Noctis would see him in such a state, so he would suppress it as much as possible. He took his blade out from his holster with wisps of darkness and unique blue magical energies would radiate off of body of the sword. As they reached the trail, he grinned a bit his blood was racing. As they headed toward the trail, once witnessing the trail, he knew taking it from a direct approach was incorrect. Instead he had to go for information, and had to play his cards correctly if he wanted to obtain a victory.\n\n\"Well here goes nothing.\" \n\nHe muttered to himself. He squatted down, before springing up into the air right into the brushes of a nearby jungle tree. He changed the positioning of the blade, similar to that of a dagger. He wasn't as quiet or as efficient as Noctis, but Valac was quite good at maintaining subtle, and some silence through his stride across the branches. His eyes would graze the area, analyzing what may lurk around. He trying his best to discover the location of the target, or targets. He was scouting, and to him, obtaining environmental information, or evidence would prove useful as he followed the trail. Not walking on the ground initially as that would prove disadvantageous for someone to follow in the open. Seeing the dragged trail more closely, he was directly over it, as he was high up above within one of the brushes. He was being analytic and strategic, though, he knew he probably might not be enough. He began to overestimate the opponent's prowess. It was an issue he always has, but it was better to be overly cautious than to be overly confident." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Whenever or if ever Valac would glance back to see where Noctis was, he'd find his companion gone. \n\nNoctis could obtain a pseudo invisibility, a particularly potent mix of his that utilized his Enhancement Magic and his Illusion Magic. The process was relatively simple and went as such. \n\n1: Noctis places an illusion in the spot he's standing, basically creating a \"Layer\" Of illusion- a copy of himself. His illusion magic is advanced enough to emit sound and follow a pre-sequenced pattern of events. \n\n2: After the illusion is set and placed, Noctis uses his enhancement magic to boost his physical stats, giving him an insane boost of speed. \n\n3: Noctis uses a secondary illusion and layers it directly onto his skin, the magic being a spell that basically created camouflag, reflecting what it saw on either end, effectively making him transparent. \n\n4: Noctis then dashed away at a speed that most eyes could not track, and placed himself in a new position, camouflaged and with the first illusory Noctis still standing in place. \n\n5: Finally, Noctis used his illusion magic to distort the sound he made- he could take it and filter anything he did through his illusions, and then pitch or change the volume. So he basically threw any sound he made away from his direction and turned the volume down as low as it would go. This effectively allowed him to vanish and become deathly silent- all within nearly the blink of an eye. \n\nThis particular move had required years of practice for him, but now was one of his most deadly skills. It had been used in his encounter with Maze and the Woodland Protectors, with a little added flair for Mazes' perceptive eyes. \n\nHe now followed through the trees, his footsteps silent as a butterflies wing beats and his enhanced body easily keeping track of everything as Valac continued his hunt." }, { "author": "Monster", "message": "Deeper within the jungle came the dying bray of a donkey, and then a low rumbling roar that seemed to shake the very trees. The jungle became as quiet as death, not even the bugs making any noise. There was a blood trail where Valac stood, leading towards the direction of the sound. \n\nUpon following, Valac would find a hulking shape hunched over a now dead donkey. Well over eight feet tall and with a body as wide as a wagon, with a slithering tale of scales and a barbed point like a scorpions- there it was. A massive white tiger with claws as long as longswords and a deadly waving tail, his maw buried in its meal- not yet noticing Valac." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Seeing the massive beast, he knew it would prove a challenge, though, he had to take into account that he couldn't play around. Each step grew slower... Quieter, as he approached slowly from above. His sword in his hand, as it silently resonated in the air, with it swaying side to side as if building force or momentum. As he soon approached above, finally granting a certain advantage, he took his chance. Unfortunately, a bit of an accident occurred, what some would call, human error. As he jumped off to try and strike the large beast, his body initially coming off of the branch created a sound as it vibrated from the relief of weight that was being afflicted by it. \n\nIt's resonate sound would echo behind the beasts ear, especially, above the beast. It could probably quickly notice that, as only gravity was giving momentum to Valac. He didn't utilize extra force, or used his physical prowess to further boost his momentum in order to afflict a strike, as he knew it would cause too much noise. He wasn't as experienced in the arts of silence to be quiet with every move, so he had to take the brunt of making the sound. He quickly impended toward the beast, with his blade in his hand, initially waiting for a reaction as he heard the sound of the branch reverberating behind him. He assumed that he probably wouldn't have initiative due to creating an alerting sound, but he would be prepared for the oncoming assault from the beast. Knowing that its hearing was superior similar to his based on biological build. \n\nHe readied his blade, but instead of a more offensive position, it was more defensive. He held his blade out before him, having it out infront of him so he can initially react to a probable impending strike, but he had something to block with. Something he can defend himself from the brunt of the possible incoming strike.\n\nHe knew he had already made a mistake, and it wasn't on purpose. He knew he lacked skill of a true assassin, and was more of a pugilist." }, { "author": "Monster", "message": "The beast snarled as the reverberations rang above it and it's head snapped upwards. Despite its size it moved with ferocious speed, icy blue cat eyes wildly zeroing in on Valac as he plummeted down towards his target. It's maw was drenched in blood, bits of flesh still caught in its massive teeth which only made it more terrible of a sight. \n\nOf all things, it reacted with its tail. The pointed almost blade like edge of it stabbed towards him and luckily, hit his blade instead of him. The force of the strike would likely send him flying backwards, colliding with a tree if he did not correct himself. \n\nThe tiger then turned and hunched itself down- the pouncing position. It would strike now at a moments notice- launch like an arrow to finish the job. \n\nAfter only a few moments- the beast dashed towards Valac with a snarl, tail darting to the left while one claw swiped from the right to pincer him and end the fight if he didn't manage to avoid it." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Valac was tossed back with a loud thud against the tree. He slid down against the dark brown bark that was the tree. He let out a cough, as he kept his blade forward. The initial strike caused his hands to shake a little. Not from fear, but rather the hit was quite powerful. Seeing the large cat pounce toward Valac, Valac leaped into the air, grabbing upon one of the branches before catapulting himself above like a bullet speeding through the air. He managed to avoid it, he soon began to fall back down, like a missile about to make its mark. \n\nHe kept his sword forward, as it would not only provide an opportunity to block a strike, but with the further moment due to the height of his jump he believed there was a chance to strike. He had to witness the speed of the beast before making an initial judgement. Testing the waters and seeing how strong this being is. Knowing based on the first strike, Valac's strength was far less superior than that of the beast. Which was problems. He knew the only thing that would cause at least damage was his blade. He was like a rocket impending toward the target. He began to strategize, creating pathways of which he can take, another step, another move. Creating a mapped out plan as to how he can manage to survive, but also try and fight back. At least have a chance, but he knew based on wits, and physical prowess... Valac was quite insufficient. He felt like he was already lacking, he still felt the sensations of the previous strike in the palm of his hand. Like reverberations cause by the inertia of the strike climbing up his arm, to even his shoulder. He was beginning to sweat a little, he felt like it might happen again. That what lies dormant my activate if he were to fail to defeat his opponent in this state. He knew that... The sensations he was already feeling in his abdomen. That of cold, ruthlessness, survival instinct, and intense adrenaline, he wanted to maintain compose. He didn't want to change into a monster." }, { "author": "Monster", "message": "The beasts tail once again flicked out towards him first, the scales like iron links that seemed to scintillate together. It's strike was so horrible and fast that there was a cracking sound like a whip as it struck. The sharp blades tail would meet his sword and cause sparks to fly, and then it would swat with its paw. \n\nThe massive paw would slam into his body as his sword arm was thrown off course from the tail- luckily the claws would miss his body but the paw would strike with the force of a horse kick. \n\nIt would not give him a chance to rest, as it would follow with a snap of its jaws, chasing after him through the clearing if the paw wasn't dodged- simply biting at him if it was dodged." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "His physical prowess could not match that of the beast as he was tossed again. Thrown like a ball across a foot ball field. His body shattered through a tree, before being stopped by another large thick trunk. The tree would slowly collapse as the strike he had endured was far too much for him to handle. His body slowly slid off the bark leaving a large abrasion on his back. The look on Valac's face said it all, dread. Dark purple flesh-like debris and blood would be splayed across the bark of the tree... He didn't flinch from the pain. He laid on his side, as he looked extremely enraged with his own lack of physical prowess. He looked as if given up. As the tree fell over, a loud thud hitting the ground, with the sound of branches cracking as it fell, the bones in his torso. In particular, his ribs, as well as his vertebrae crumbled. \n\nIt was broken. He couldn't move because his body would not allow him. Sure he can endure the pain, but his body would prevent him from making such a mistake. Causing more damage just to move and continue the fight was not worth it. He laid there... The sclera of his eyes slowly beginning to be consumed by darkness. Something within him needed to make him move, regardless of the now numerous broken bones on his body. Valac breathed heavily, trying to keep composed not wanting to have what lied dormant take an active initiative. As he had no control over it yet, and knowing it was going to conclude poorly... Even hurting Notcis in the process assuming he was nearby. \n\nValac felt himself at the edge... His internal organs now bleeding that was from the osteo-shrapnel that would spread throughout his body. He felt darkness slowly grow throughout his body. His regeneration went from normally efficient speed, to starting to accelerate quickly. He felt his control slipping from his grasp, as he remained on the ground. It was pretty much over for him. This battle concluded quickly due to Valac's lack of physical prowess." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis had to admit that the beast was fearsome. He chewed on the sweet roll that the barmaid had given him to as a going away present, along with two apples, a slice of cheese and a loaf of bread- with plenty eyelash fluttering and obvious invitation to thank her with more than words. Words had been all he had used however, not because of her looks or because of his taste, but because he'd seen Emi's face behind her shoulder, smiling that dreadful smile. \n\nShaking that thought away- he focused back on the fight. The creatures tail was a mutation, serrated and sharp, it's strength was easily more than a grizzly bears and it was as fast as any jungle cat in full pounce. That alone made this a difficult job- one that a full party should be attempting, and not a weak one. His first instinct was to help, to jump down there and assist his new friend. What was the point of being a persons friend if he were only going to let them die?\n\nBut Scipio hadn't helped him during his first encounter with a beast from the Beyond Lands. He'd been there, watching, the veil between life and death for Noctis- but he hadn't helped. Noctis wouldn't either. \n\nThe beast struck him solidly once and charged- good, a Dodge from Valac. Noctis groaned as the entity attempted yet the same attack as his initial opening, albeit with more force and speed- but this creature had shown it could react, and it was Clever. \n\nThe tiny man flew across the field and crashed through a tree, and that's when Noctis registered the state he was in. Noctis had hoped that if put under some strain, the small man would display some of his latent strength. Yet even if he was working up to it, the fight was ending too quickly. From that position he'd be dead with the next bite, the beast would aim for a vital or even attempt to bite him straight in half. \n\nHe had to help a little. \n\nEnhancing his back and arms, as well as the senses he used to help him aim- he raised Ebony Rose and held it by the blade between two fi\n\nNgers. \n\nAs the beast lunged to finish the kill- he threw the sword like a spear. It flashed through the air so fast that it caused ignition and a thunderous clap, and the blade pierced the base of the edge of the beasts whip like tail and pinned it to a tree, causing the massive Tiger to get jerked back and off balance and screech in pain. It writhed and slashed at an unseen attacker and pulled with its tail- ripping free finally but severely damaging the tail in the process. The tails strikes would be much weaker and much slower, and any more damage would sever it completely and cause serious blood loss. \n\nEbony Rose, the black longsword, sat buried in the thick jungle tree with its ruby gleaming with the beasts blood. \n\n\"Fight Valac! You have something to live for now- you have to do whatever it takes to win!\" \n\nNot his best work, but he'd just woken up from an eons long nap. Sue him." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Valac still looked with a bit of dread. He slowly got up, he felt pain shoot up his spine and torso. The pain was intense but he didn't release any sound. Nor a scream. His regeneration began to slow down as he kept himself composed, conserved. Preventing what was within taking action. He slowly got up... Blood was dripping from his nose, and slowly seeping from his maw as he breathed heavily through his mouth. It was viscous, dark purple goo what was his own blood dripping from his mouth... His face was monotone... As he began to walk, yet slowly. Feeling his shattered bones shift, and change though being held in place with a darkness like glue that was mending them together, it hadn't fully stabilized yet. He began to walk a bit slowly before he began to move faster. Ignoring his pain, and further damaging his regenerating bones. Fractures would begin to run up the small pieces within him as the pain would induce his mind with so many thoughts of wanting to release what was within. \n\nHe was now at a full sprint now, it felt as if everything was beginning to slow down, yet he was moving faster. Holding his sword in his hand as he aimed to grab the other blade, in order to obtain an advantage. The look of his face looked serious, but extremely hopeless. He didn't think of hopelessness, but after that second hit. He really thought in his current state it wasn't possible. He thought of resorting to trump card he initially had, but he knew it would take awhile to satiate his desires. Valac quickly made it toward the blade but keeping his eye attentive on his opponent, keeping his blade infront. He felt so frustrated with his lack of power. \n\nHe had only thought of his desires going crazy, a voice began to whisper in his ear. Saying:\"Let me out\" And \"Give me a chance!\", of course knowing this manipulative words would conclude in brutality. He suppressed it. The voice whispering in his ear, a tone and weight of malice that was strong, yet so desirable to take." }, { "author": "Monster", "message": "The beast was in the center of the clearing now, away from Valac. Blood spurted from its injured whip like tail, the blade at the end no longer firm but nearly limp. It could still use the tail- but how well? \n\nValac would have time to get ahold of Ebony Rose. The sword would require a firm pull to get free from the tree, but afterwards... \n\nEbony Rose was a beautiful longsword. It had been made by two best friends, a Child of Celsus the Goddess of the Forge, and a Child of Aristo. A masterpiece, a weapon that was both deadly and beautiful, like it's master was in his flesh. It's edge would never dull, it's blade never break and it was perfectly balanced, down to the last atom of its existence. Other blades were more powerful, contained far more magic- but this one was perfectly crafted to be a simple and elegant weapon of death. \n\nWith black metal and glittering rubied roses in the blade, it seemed to drink the blood of the beast and would feel as if Valac had carried the sword his whole life. \n\nThe beast would head the sword being pulled free and turn, snarling and pacing slowly, unsure what had caused it's new wound. After a moment, it would leap forward and stab with its spear like tail. The strike was much, much slower than before, about the speed of an athletes thrust with a saber." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "The blade grew a little distracting as he picked it up, he felt the power within the blade, and as he held it, about to test it out... He was pierced. He wasn't fast enough to react. Even though the beast was at a weakened state, Valac was far more injured than the beast was. The beasts tail completely pierced through his abdomen. It was... Now too late to suppress anything. \n\n\"I won't let myself fall.\" \n\nHe said almost as if a different person, he held the blades, dual wielding them, as darkness quickly seeped out from his body. His demeanor began to change and so did his behavior. He quickly swing his blade toward the tail that was imbedded into abdomen, using it to his advantage as his blood imitated as if fingers to grab the tail. He was planning on cutting it off in one swoop. His strength began to change, and the darkness within would cause him to regenerate faster.\n\n\"I will make you suffer.\" \n\nValac wasn't himself anymore, that piercing blow was enough to... Technically defeat him, but now something else decided to take hold of Valac. Something that lied dormant, and would prevent him from dying. Not because it cared, rather it was his body that was more of a tool than anything. Born of darkness, harboring his true self within. He spoke again, as he began grinning, his dark viscous blood dripping and seeping through his teeth... Soon a radiation of such an aura would release off of his body. An unimaginable evil. A monster. Like a beast, or a dragon. \n\nWhat was within would not allow Valac to die no matter the circumstances. Luckily the injury had not caused swift death, and allowed the opportunity for a counter strike. The darkness from his body would slowly begin to grow, as Valac's more endearing personality would change into something more sinister. Though, Valac was trying to suppress it as much as possible knowing he cannot control what is within. His true self." } ]	420.5	4,468
297.625	2023-11-19	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "At last there it was. Valac had been pierced and, if another second had gone by with no change, Noctis would have jumped down to join the fray. Yet there it was, dark power oozing out of Valac like a fruit that had burst, as if he'd been filled to the brim and was now overflowing. His ferocious swipe cut the beasts tail clean off and it yowled and fell back, hissing and spitting like a furious cat. It's tail was easily its best attack, and without it the cat was in fight or flight. Yet this beast had never known a predator and did not want to flee now. \n\nNoctis enhanced his hearing and listened to the voice. Everything about Valac had changed, his demeanor, his presence, his emotions, his strength. Was this still him? Or something more sinister. \n\nHe ate the last few bites of his sweet roll as the Massive Tiger launched forward, swiping with two sets of longsword sized razor sharp claws ready to tear him in half. Noctis waited to see who would emerge the victor- this new dark power, or this feral beast." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Valac moved at a far different speed initially, but before hand, it felt like the sky itself pulsed. Blinking from dark to light, it only occurred once. It was as if the sun had disappeared for a second. With Valac's darkness growing quickly, blood seeping through, it felt like there was no pain... Only hot. Only boiling rage. Valac wasn't himself anymore... As a large dark mark would quickly grow on his forehead. With the massive tiger launching itself forward... Valac dashed toward it. Skidding across the floor, and using both his blades to create a sort of straight slash in order to slice the being in half. It was intense... As the darkness that was starting to cover his body was beginning to grow. Valac was grinning, looking as if he enjoyed it, though he looked to be severely injured, a hole that one can put their hand through, open palm without interruption through his abdomen, yet he seemed to be grinning as if there was nothing to it.\n\nValac let out a sinister laugh as he went in such a speed, comprehensibly to Noctis, but he can tell... From their initial race and now, Valac was far faster. It looked as if he was different, the radiation of dark energies coming of him entailed of something else. Something dangerous. This has what lead Valac to survive for so long, his true self, what was within. He was like a monster, and beast fighting another beast. A competition between the survival of the fittest. Though, Valac's first encounter was becoming a lot less calculative and strategic. More destructive and brutal in his behavior, especially what he wanted." }, { "author": "Monster", "message": "The giant Tiger was slashed across the belly and several of its guts spilled out- the beast now close to deaths door. As it lay there panting, it made one last desperate attempt to bite at Valac and take him with it. This was a beast that had never known defeat, never known fear, always been the hunter. \n\nYet all Valac would see in those big blue eyes would be terror, pure terror from this wounded creature. \n\nNoctis dropped down from the tree and landing lightly on his feet, the camouflage fading from his body as he watched, waited, wanted to see what this new Valac would do next. He had seen Valacs regenerative powers in effect, knowing this he hoped Valac could heal such a terrible wound. He felt like a shitty friend, but if they were going to understand Valac, well...\n\nScipio hadn't gone easy on Noctis. He couldn't afford to go easy on Valac. \n\nOnce Valac finished the beast, would the darkness fade and Valac win control? Or would Noctis become the next target? \n\nThe tigers last strike was slow and feeble, but it was all the beast had left." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "The regeneration created a shallow large black patch of darkness on his abdomen. Filling it up slowly, but regenerating. The day would have that repeating effect once more. Dimming or darkening before returning to normality. Valac seemed to bullet towards the beast, seeing its maw open to bite him... Valac attempted to grab its top and bottom jaw, his hands covered in darkness as it seemed to be beating. Growing. It was as if to grew every second... Valac was committed to ripping its jaw off. He was not gonna make this beast die easy, he was going to ensure it was afflicted with as much pain as possible before it would pass away. This was the cruelty of Valac's power. What lied within his uncontrolled power. \n\n\"Oh no... You're not dying yet, you haven't suffered enough to be forgiven for your sin against me.\" \n\nValac's schlera's we're utterly black, yet his irises glowed a dim purple. Slowly changing into a dark purple brilliance of true evil. Valac grinned wider, more sadistically, it was as if... The tide had changed. Ever since that initial damage, that hole, it turned from a survival... To utter enjoyment. He was having a lot of fun as much as he was severely injured and regenerating his wounds. Valac's energies grew further, trying to reach what is supposedly the maximum threshold, his awakened power, though it was temporarily, rampant, and uncontrollable. His teeth began to change its shape... From just mere fangs to saws. It was like... He was planning to eat the beast. Valac needed to be stopped soon, it seems that there was an extremely adverse reaction to his abilities being forced an awaken." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Enough now Valac. We need the beast intact, that will get us the most money.\" He called out, striding towards the demon without seemingly any apprehension. On his way here he'd encountered a Dragonborn woman- in Valacs current state she might get maybe a minute of enjoyment out of him, more if his regeneration was as incredible as it seemed. Yet that would be it, a moment and then done. \n\nValac had a long way to go, but Noctis didn't want the new friend he'd made to lose himself in the process. \n\n\"I'll give you the choice to stop and give control back to Valac- if that's how this works, or if you're Valac and just, I don't know, riding a high. Either way, you can keep your dignity or I can bring this quest to an end the hard way. Choice is yours.\" \n\nIt was bold talk coming from Noctis, who's sword was being carried by Valac. Yet he seemed entirely at ease, his biggest concern being that they'd get enough money for killing the beast. \n\n\"You did good friend. Let's go to town and eat.\" He said with another dazzling smile." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Since the beast had not reacted it's maw not biting down onto Valac, Valac quickly finished it off hearing Noctis's voice echo in his ear, his mentality extremely sporadic. The mark on Valac's forehead began to slowly dissipate. He snapped the beasts neck. The sound of multiple bones shattering, popping as he twisted it with such force it seemed in human. He grinned turning toward Noctis, and slowly began to make his approach. His grin was extremely wide, and his heart was racing. He only thought:\"Blood... Blood, Blood! Noctis-\"\nSoon hearing that name in his head he stopped, the two blades still in hand yet the handles were totally encased in darkness. The day dimmed a little once more, before returning toward normality. Valac looked concerned as his eyes seemed to be erratic in its movement... Analyzing him. He said. \n\n\"Friend. Important key piece...\"\n\nA cryptic message, as his voice grew extremely weak. His face contorted into an exhausted look, as the tiredness from fighting to hard had grown onto him. Before he slowly collapsed onto his knees. The darkness receding returning back into him. The injury that was patched up had not fully recovered, as there remained a large open gash on his chest in back. It wasn't too deep, but it hit the muscular part, it hadn't regenerated the skin but most of the muscles within his abdomen seemed to have been regenerated. Though not fully of muscle, some dark like cells would litter among it. Like some patches of darkness still existing. \n\n\"Needed... Cannot hurt...\" \n\nHe mutter to himself before falling to the ground unconscious. The darkness on his hands would come off, the claw like appendages that formed dissipated. The sound of his collapse gave a metallic ring with the blades striking the ground from his rough collapse. Valac was now unconscious but survived. His injuries were pretty definite, but his regeneration proved useful.\n\nThe strength wasn't as it used to be in comparison to the power he had just witnessed but it was still at an abnormal rate. Noctis could even note that the dark energies that radiated off of him began to quickly fizzle. Silence, but Noctis heard of a maleficent laugh from the darkness.\n\n\"I will find a way to return my memories.\" \n\nIt sounded different from Valac, but for some reason, it felt like the same being. More like two different sides of the same person. One who had forgotten who he was, lost what was his true self, while the other knew, and the other wanted to be free from this innocent state of his. The voice was the same as Valac's but, it seemed to be... Darker, more malicious, disdainful. There had to be a way to collide the two together, or completely have the more innocent side dominate over the darker counter part. Valac now laid there, sound asleep, unconscious. The damage he took was far too much for his current state to handle, not that he was dying, rather, he couldn't comprehend or be awake to feel such agony. His mind in his current state shut down, and wanted to maintain a stable condition. At least at the moment until his regeneration had done its work." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Good job buddy. Good job.\" He said, patting the head gently of his now slumbering companion. Noctis was hopeless with healing magic- perhaps one day he'd study it with Maze if their freidnship blossomed into a true one. Time would tell. For now... Well he had a mess to clean up. \n\nHe set about with enhanced speed and made a sled large enough to haul both the beast and Valac. It took him twenty minutes or so, but it was done- crude but done. A large sled with one chopped up monster and a sleeping demon. \n\nHe sat moment and cleaned Ebony Rose, despite its inability to stay dirty like it's master, who was also spotless despite chopping up the monster remains. Then he sheathed the sword and picked up the other blade, Valacs sword. He gazed at it, studied it slowly and determining that it wasn't the source of the demonic energy, slid it into Valacs belt after cleaning the sword. \n\nHe then began to drag the sled back towards town, easily hauling three times his weight with what seemed to be total ease, humming to himself as he made his way out of the jungle, hoping they'd get a nice fat payout for this in the Eternal City." }, { "author": "poetency", "message": "``` End Scene, moved to??? ```" } ]	253.5	2,381
495.5625	2023-12-01	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis had not slept well since the night that Esme had been \"Kidnapped.\" When he'd found that his beloved was taken he'd run, run faster than he'd ever run, pushed his body to its limit. In terms of speed even Demigods couldn't keep pace with Noctis, not without support of magical enchantments or blessing from their parents. Dashing across fields and deserts and along roads, outpacing horses and wild beasts, he'd been the winds drawing in from the four corners waiting to explode at the epicenter of his worlds personal hurricane. No, since that night he'd still been running, first a chase, then a flee, now a chase again. He hadn't realized just how exhausted he'd been. Upon waking, he'd blink open his silver eyes and gaze up at the ceiling. \n\nWith a deep breath in, he took in the scents of the room, the herbs and the fires embers, letting all of it wash into him. From the blanket that now Covered Him to the pillow, the wood used to build the place and the remnants of his lavender tea which he'd found he'd enjoyed quite a lot. \n\nSitting up, his eyes first sought Ebony Rose. The black bladed longsword with a rubied rose for a pommel, its platinum crossguard gleaming as if freshly polished and the scabbard decorated with the sigils of the First Emperor, carved by the greatest runesmiths of the Age of Demigods. He panicked when he did not see it, only to recall that he'd left it behind along with his armor, which was just as magical as his beloved sword. Gifts given to him by his mentor, friend... Brother. Oh Scipio, what had happened to you, greatest of mortals. \n\nHis eyes next sought out Esme, hungry for her. That was the truth of it, and he wasn't sure why he wanted to drink her in the way he did. Was it the dance she'd done, that had played within his dreams like a scene from a vision? Or was it that she possesed a more unique gift than he'd ever seen. He wanted to believe that was it, she was useful to him and thus was important. He kept the things that were im\n\nPortant safe because they needed to be used in due time. Sliding his feet out of the couch, his hair would somehow find itself perfecctly tousled- he always awoke with his hair, eyes and breath as perfect as if he'd spent hours being waited upon by handmaidens. With a stretch that showed his dangerously powerful build beneath his unbuttoned tunic, he rose to his feet." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Noctis would wake to an empty room with only the faint warmth of the lit fireplace to keep him company, at least for now. As the flames crackle and hanging herb shelves slowly sway back and forth. He can see a small bit of breakfast already fresh cooked sat out by the table near the couch. It is simple, a small slices of toast with jam and egg. A hearty breakfast that will get the job done, likely prepared and cooked by Esme... Esme, where is she? She isn't inside and as the natural sunlight peaks in from the cracks shown by the curtains. The hut itself feels like a dream, a deep glow of gold illuminating the room around Noctis and the various goods that are inside.\n\nSweep, sweep, sweep.\n\nHushed sounds from behind can be heard and should he look, a broom that sweeps itself across Esme's floors make its appearance. It likely came from the back room where she keeps her storage. How helpful it must be to have an object that does work for you. No wonder the place is so tidy. Thankfully, Noctis need not look far as to where the witch is as he can likely hear her just outside. Most of the verdant curtains are draping across the windows except for the one over looking the potion racks. As the pots bubble and brew the newest batch, Esme can be seen tending to and trimming the garden. At least the top of her head can as she tends to stand quite short in the eyes of most.\n\nPair that with the loud sound of Sweet Tooth who is likely outside with her. The two can be heard giggling as she sings a small lullaby to it. Her voice is serene, angelic even. Each note bounces like a plucked heart string and she sings from the soul. It's wavy and paints the imagery of flowers with every word she graces. Then it turns into a hum and even the songbirds nearby cannot help but chirp along with her. Perhaps it is starting to click now as to how the witch came to learn such a transformation. It is likely she is greeted by these birds every night.\n\n\"Snip snip!\" Sweet Tooth's muffled voice calls from outside.\n\"Only the extended leaves.\" Esme corrects before the two fall into a fit of laughter, likely over what the wisp had just done.\n\nShe is an early riser but everything must be taken care of, even the guest. Not a single task is left undone. From the fireplace being alight, food prepared and now the gardens. She is meticulous in her work, even the toast is done to near perfection. It is... Warm in here, home-y even. A quaint life that is undisturbed by the world outside. Isolated from the horrors that could take it, a place where spirits can sing and a witch can blossoms like the many flowers that surround her in her fields." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "He found himself watching the broom for some time with an amused expression, and soon snapped himself out of it. Picking up a slice of toast, he walked quietly across the room and stood in the doorway of her hut. His black silk shirt was undone most of the way and tucked into leather trousers, his belt buckle fashioned into an ancient Sigil of Masculo. \n\nHe was content to watch her, see how she worked on her garden and laughed with the small spirit, Sweet Tooth, who'd he had formed some type of bond with over the last day. It had guided him through the haze as best as it could, he reckoned. \n\nHe'd once spent time among the elves, learning their songs and how to listen to the whispers of the trees, heard the songs of the creatures that most races ignored. Wonder upon wonder in the world he'd known, and yet this one... This one made his heart ache the most. Seeing her there with sweet tooth, for a moment he saw the visage of a young raven haired boy pulling roots from the mountain with a slender swordswoman, laughing in just the same way. \n\nHe didn't say a word, but the gaze of a demigod of Masculo was a powerful one. A creature like him was hard not to feel watching you unless they explicitly were trying to hide it. He just sat there in the moment, drinking her in as if she were the mornings coffee- he was a man who'd been wandering a desert and had now found water. Oh how he wanted to understand this woman, to know her, to- \n\nNo, not ruin it with thoughts. When he had thoughts, they would be of his goals, not of... Not of her. Just of how she could be of use. Of course." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "It will be a while before Esme and Sweet Tooth even realize that they are being watched. As the witch's words become clear, she speaks in elvish. Singing a gleeful song of a flower maiden weaving crowns in hope to impress the neighbor boy. But alas their love was not meant to be. For he was betrothed to another and so was she. Yet such a sad song is covered by the cheerful pitch changes and cutesy hops that Esme and the spirit keep doing. Even going so far as to pluck one of the poppy flowers and setting it in her hair. With one hand on her dress and the other extended out. She gives a curtsy bow before Sweet Tooth who responds with a similar gesture. An old children's song and an old children's dance. One that has long been lost to time.\n\nBut as they switch position in the midst of their laughter, Sweet Tooth spots Noctis and quickly points him out by yelling the word 'wake' in cheer. Esme's eyes widen as she quickly looks his way and soon she shys away. Esme up until this point has been quite calm. Yet when observed herself there seems to be a fun and childlike side to her, of course, the spirits love her after all. However, she is embarrassed and she quickly finger combs her hair as she glances away from Noctis, concealing the red that coats her cheeks.\n\nWhy is his shirt so loose? She wonders. Wanting to look busy as clouded thoughts keep her from thinking clearly, as they produce white noise in her ears. She grabs the basket that they were using to collect fallen petals. Kneeling down to grab them again. Well now she has to say something. He already seen her, she already seen him. Esme then sees she is barefoot and her eyes rapidly scan the area, only spotting her sandals on the porch where of course Noctis stands. In her head she curses to herself but externally she lets out an extended nervous chuckle. Her shoulders raising to her ears as she gives the man a sheepish smile.\n\n\"G-good morning.\" She stutters out, now fiddling with the leaves of the bushes beside her... Doing absolutely nothing. As long as she does not stare, then Esme believes she can salvage the situation and avoid yet another awkward moment. Lest she continue to overthink that is.\n\"Morn', morn'!\" Sweet Tooth yells, waving its arms in the air as it runs back and forth." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"I once knew an elf who's voice was so beautiful that they deterred a vile corrupted beast from deep within their darkest wood.\" He said in response to her good morning, one arm crossed over his chest as he gazed at her, his eyes now fully silver instead of amber. His silence lingered only a moment as he recalled the sound of their voice, and then he spoke again. \n\n\"If the beast had heard yours, you would have cleansed it on the spot. It's the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. Thank you for the good morning, Esme.\" He said simply, the compliment, her name and the grace all rolling from his silvered tongue like a featherlight caress. \n\nHe too was barefoot and seemingly unaware of her plight, in fact he Was Unaware for the first time in his life. He was a manipulator to many, a master of reading peoples body language and expressions, the faintest glimmer of the eye, twitch of the lip, fidget of the finger and he knew how they felt about him. \n\nHe knew if they desired him, wanted to kill him- both, sometimes. Yet with Esme... All he could see was her. His mind wouldn't let him read her, his eyes saw her and everything she did as clearly as he'd seen anything, more clearly and yet he was blind when it came to her. Struck dumb, was more appropriate. \n\nHe came closer then, his long prowling strides bringing him only a few feet from her before he squatted down to smile at Sweet Tooth. \n\n\"Good morning, my honored friend. Are you helping this kind Witch? Then I offer you a thanks, and bless you in the name of my father.\" He said, and pulled out his last candy. Offering a blessing as a demigod was tricky, it could be exhausting. You called upon your godly parent and bestowed some of their gift to another. Sweet Tooth had received a minor protection boon from Masculo. \n\nNoctis then rose and turned his intense gaze back into her. \n\n\"Do you need a hand? Thank you for breakfast by the way, I'll eat the rest of it soon. I was distracted I fear.\" He said with a crooked grin. Hi\n\nS skin was alabaster, flawless and pale like marble, with just the right hints of color to ensure it didn't look cold and lifeless. His body was that of a warriors and yet, never too bulky, as if the gods carefully constructed him to be dangerous and beautiful. At least one god had. \n\nBeing this close to her made him feel dizzy, as if he were experiencing vertigo. Was this a magical ability of hers, or was it her connection to the woods and thus the haze, a lingering effect of his trials yesterday? Surely that was what it was." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Ah... Well I am not sure about that. Thankfully there are no beasts here.\" Esme continues in her nervous chuckling as her voice becomes quieter.\n\nApproaching her, the smell of rosemary is strong. Even in a garden as full and luminous as this pales in comparison to the fragrance that the witch often coats herself in. She may not know how to take compliments but thankfully due to her observant behavior. She is quick to begin trimming the bushes once more. Being careful not to prick herself with any of the rose thorns that are hidden deep within. Occasionally she glances over towards Noctis, smiling as she tries her best not to show her awkward tendencies of over thinking. As even now, she questions on if she should say more.\n\nBut then Nocits moves over towards Sweet Tooth who becomes ecstatic over the given candy. In celebration, it holds the piece up towards the sky as though it is a godsend relic. Savoring the looking of it to then savor the taste shortly after. The spirit body turns a bright white as energy pulses all throughout the wisp. They must be able to taste as it's reaction to the candy is authentic and before long, bright wings sprout from its back. Taking off, Sweet Tooth now flies over head. Cheering over and over again, feeling the high of sugar and the high of life. Daring even to out sound the songbirds that nest nearby.\n\nSuch display causes Esme to chuckle and as she pushes her locks behind her ear so that she can continue gardening. She cannot help but appreciate the antics of Sweet Tooth. Most spirits go on to the next plane or layer of the woods. It is natural as most do not linger. But Sweet Tooth seems to be an exception and Esme cannot help but feel grateful. As if caught in her own world, Emse begins to hum the elven song again. Wiping a very faint drop of sweat from her porcelain skin. But then Esme is promptly snapped from her own thoughts as Noctis draws closer, blocking the sun from view.\n\n\"O-oh... Uhm...\" She starts, unable to find her words again as she comes to a stand. \n\"No, it's quite alright. I was upkeeping the roses. Most of the work is done-\"\n\nThen she blinks a couple of times, taking in the man's expression. His eyes are distant and Esme grows concerned. Is it due to the haze? Did it effect his magic this much? No, a stupid question. Even light exposure to it can cause severe affects and Esme should know better than assuming otherwise. She is perceptive and while Noctis may feel dizzy in her presence, all it takes is a very subtle shift in his expression for her to grow concerned. Even if her own assumptions are wrong.\n\n\"Are you okay? You seem distant in the eye.\" She asks, stepping closer, perhaps a bit too close." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "With a blink he finds her close enough that he could lean down just a bit and bump her head with his own. Yet the look she gave him was not a look he'd ever seen on someone's face for him- anyone save Scipio. It wasn't lust, desire or envy- those were the expressions he seemed to receive the most. They were an everyday part of his life and he accepted them as easily as someone would accept a hello. Yet this woman held none of it for him, he didn't even know if she Saw Him as a man, if she had any kind of interest in anyone it was apparent that it wasn't him, and furthermore, that she really was immune to the glamour of his beauty. The most powerful of the blessing/curse his father had given him, a supernatural beauty that made anyone at least Notice His looks. \n\nYet was a non factor for him. What the hell? Years and years of wishing he could erase that boon and the one time in hundreds of years that he might possibly want it to affect someone and they're entirely Immune. \n\nIt was almost frustrating. He breathed in her scent, he barely repressed a shudder of delight- and then hated that he'd needed to. He cleared his throat and stepped back, it was an agonizing step for him- he wanted to step closer. To study her face, look in her eyes for some clue to what she was hiding, to... To what, Noctis? \n\n\"I'm okay. Thinking about the Haze again, that's all.\" He said, smiling at her. Reaching out, he plucked a petal from her shoulder, fingers only slightly grazing her neck and quickly pulling back as he examines the petal of which she'd been collecting. \n\n\"Do you use these for potions?\" He asks, wanting to divert from the subject." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Ah... Okay. Do tell me if you feel off in any way.\"\n\nIn theory Esme should be smitten by the charms and boons of a god. Yet somehow she isn't. Then again when you live around creatures that inherently charm and manipulate in just about everything they do, it comes with the teritorry you build tolance. But magic doesn't work that way and while Esme is a witch of exceptional skill and talent. It does not quite explain why she seems so averse from the charm itself.\n\nAs she notices the petal in Noctis' hand. She lets out a tiny 'oh' followed by her averting her gaze. As she kneels down again to collect a few more of the petels. Memories of the past flood her mind to his question. Why grab these? As she reaches out, she does not see the hand of a woman but rather her own hand as a child. To her left, a vision of a girl with curly brunette hair, missing a tooth with a smile brighter than the daylit sky. Her words in elvish, she speaks of a perfume that can only be replicated with a key yet simple inredient. Rose petals. This causes Esme to give a solemn smile in thought before she properly turns her attention back towards Noctis, coming to a stand and giving a nod.\n\n\"I guess you could say that. Perfume mostly but rose water has healing properties too. I prefer all things go to use, nothing wasted.\" She explain, now holding out the basket so that Noctis may drop the petal inside with the rest.\n\"I am sure you have smelled the rosemary. It keeps demons away and serves as a lovely fragrance in general.\"\n\nIs it the fragrances that are keeping her immune? No, that doesn't explain it either. Though Esme is having a harder time looking at Noctis given his loose shirt. She still isn't smitten. Shy yes, but not smitten. Magic radiates off of her, maybe there is a charm of her own that dares to disobey the natural will of the gods. Yet another mystery to add to the long chain of mysteries that surrounds the lonely witch. One who speaks of a coven yet not a single coven mate is around to be sighted.\n\n\"I do hope you slept well. I understand the space here can be cramped but the fireplace does well to keep everything warm inside. Also, little Sweet Tooth kept watch of you. Didn't you?\" She chuckles, now looking up at the spirit who gives a happy thumbs up. A true hero it is." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Letting the petal fall, it's then that he notices his open shirt. At a glance he can see it, just peeking out- the only scar that ever formed on his body. On his stomach between hard planes of muscle was a puffy white scar from a blade. A blade that should have spelled the end of his life- no, a blade that Had Spelled the end of A Life. \n\n\"Apologies.\" He muttered, and his nimble fingers easily retie his tunic, until naught but his collarbone is showing. It was a perk to have clothing that never wrinkled or soiled. Made travel much easier, at least. He still made the effort to wash and bathe, even if they ended up making no difference if he hadn't had a battle or been through some event. \n\n\"I did sleep well. Too well. You have a lovely home. Do all the witches in your coven stay within these woods? It isn't normal to see just one witch in a territory.\" He said, glancing around the space outside, searching for other huts and homes. He'd had some dealings with witches, rarely good, always painful in one way or another. Never as painful as this. \n\nHe spoke to her normally, but he'd noticed the smile on her face. It held something in it, something... This witch didn't live a life of just daisies and plants and potions. Behind the spirits, or maybe because of them, because of these woods or the haze or the evils of man, there was a wound, wasn't there? Of course there was. \n\nAeterna was full of beauty, but it always, inevitably, left scars. Even when it should be impossible... \n\nLifting his fingers away from the scar on his stomach, he once again watches her. It's as if every move she makes he expects her to turn into a songbird again and fly away." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"It's alright.\" Esme says as she shifts the basket in her arms, averting her gaze as Noctis buttons up his shirt.\n\nIt would be impolite to stare even if it is for normal conversation. Which is why she makes herself busy again, walking past him to set the basket on the porch underneath the suns rays. Fetching her sandals and slipping them on. She brushes off any tracked dirt or grass from her dress, double checking to make sure she has everything in her satchel. All but the caps of the red amanita mushrooms. She needs to collect more and as her eyes dance towards the window, she can the light white steam produced from her potion stand.\n\n\"I am glad you slept well.\" Esme calls back as she pulls out a small pair of gloves from the same satchel she had just opened.\n\"I do recommend you finish breakfast though. My cooking is not fine dining, but I do hope it will suit you well.\"\n\nShe then looks back assuming that Noctis has had enough time to get himself put together. The scar was something Emse had noticed when she walked off. But she dared not mention it. It is on a more intimate part of the body and if she brought it up, that means she would have been ousted for staring even if not meant to. The thought alone makes her tense and before long she is pressing her thumb against her palm.\n\nAs the coven is mentioned, though Esme keeps on a great smile her eyes are of sorrow. No tears are needed to be explained the pain of the coven. A woman of a long standing past, she lets out a forced chuckle. Esme does not seek pity nor does she covet for it. For a second she tries to come up with an explanation and her silence may even prove to an quick get away as a songbird. But the witch stays and continues as not to leave her guest alone. It would be cruel to do for such a question.\n\n\"Ah... I am sorry if I have mislead.\" She starts, again, still thinking on how to continue.\n\"But my coven is no more. I am but one of three left.\"\n\nThen the world around her no longer looks so vibrant. Pretty painted rooftop becoming dull, the flowers void of smell. There is no enchantment here but it is the perspective of Esme. In all of this beauty is a woman who stands alone. Whatever her past is it is long forgotten by all except for her. Her sisters? Gone. And she clearly does not have a close relationship with whoever still lives. Yet she remains positive through it all, not daring to provide a sob story or even tug at Noctis' heart strings. She speaks plainly. But now she knows not what to say, still smiling as she does though she cannot quite look at Noctis. A subject change would make it seems as though she is upset. But lingering makes this conversation awkward.\n\n\"I am not upset though, before you believe I am.\" She blurts out in a bit of a panic before falling silent as she bites the inside of her cheek." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "He's busy following Sweet Tooth around and trying to tickle the bottom of them while they fly around overhead, though its obvious he's still listening as he nods absnetly when she says he should eat. In truth his stomach was too busy doing cartwheels and backflips to handle any food, but he would try so as to not dishonor her. Honor had meant a lot to Scipio, even if the work he'd had Noctis do was considerable the most dishonorable of all. Yet his mentor had said that Noctis possessed a good and true heart, his line of work should have eaten him and left nothing but a black hearted machine. \n\n\"T... Three?\" He said, his finger freezing outstretched. Turning to look at her, his hand drops to his side. He takes in her face and for once, he pushes away the fog she generates in his head. Scanning her smile, her eyes, the deep wound he noticed before- idiot! He should have known, would have known if he hadn't been clouded. All the clues were there and here he was asking stupid and foolish questions a boy would have had enough tact not to ask. \n\nBut he did not say sorry. Noctis had lost friends, comrades. He'd fought wars and seen men he commanded die because of a choice he made. He'd sat by his mothers side and sang to her as sickness took her from him, and he'd woken up thousands of years from his own life and discovered that the men and women he'd seen as family, Scipio and the other 10 demigods, were gone and nearly wiped from history. He didn't even get to know what had happened to them. \n\nSorry didn't bring anyone back or close any wounds, sorry did nothing but sprinkle salt on a cut. \n\nTheres silence for a moment as he takes in this new sight of her, another lay to the infinite amount that this woman had. Oh how she mesmerized him. After a minute he finally spoke. \n\n\"You may be whatever you need to be, Esme. I believe I have a breakfast to attend to, isn't that right?\" He asked, and walked over. Gently his hand met her shoulder to help him squeeze past her into the\n\nDoor and beyond to the room, but his fingers gave only the lightest squeeze of comfort for her loss. Perhaps the thing she might notice above all, a chance for her to see that he might know something of loss, was the trembling of his fingers as they left her body. \n\nHe sat down and began to eat quickly. Noctis only used good table manners when he absolutely needed to, most of the time, he ate like... Well like an animal." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme gives a nod to Noctis as he is caught by surprise by her deceased coven. Their practices are long gone and what little history they have, are long lost to the ancient ruins deep within these woods. Ruins that Esme herself has not dared to visit in a very long time. The thought alone causes her to smell the terrible scent of ash. With a finger rubbing against her nose, she briefly closes her eyes to clear her mind of it. It is best those memories and thoughts stay repressed. Due to this, she doesn't notice the creeping silence. Only realizing afterwards when Noctis approaches her, causing her to clear her throat.\n\n\"Y-yes... Before it gets cold of course.\" Esme quietly comments, falling quiet even when a hand is set on her shoulder.\n\nSweet Tooth is quick to come down when Noctis makes his way inside. First it takes a glance over at Esme who reaches up to tickle its little hanging feet. There is no reason to be sad over lost time which is why she swallows it away. She just hates how this topic got brought up and likely soured the mood. Again, she bites the inside of her cheek as she tries to come up with ideas on how to salvage the situation. Which is exactly why she does not go inside right away.\n\n\"I wish I could avoid talking...\" She sighs very quietly, lowering her head and letting out a groan of pain. To of which Sweet Tooth cannot help but pat the top of her head in comfort.\n\"I am so bad at it...\" Esme then finishes with a pout before going inside.\n\nShe is careful in closing the door behind her while Sweet Tooth rushes over to see what Noctis is doing. Only to let out loud laughter to see how quick he is eating. This of course catches Esme's attention and her lips part to reassure him to take his time. But he is his own man and he can eat as he pleases. So instead, she opts to a small smile and continues on her path near the table to her potions stand. Waving away some of the white steam and opening the window more so that it may be released. She now flips through her notes. Mumbling about needed mushrooms and the stock of her herbs.\n\n\"Oh, if you want any more. Do not be afraid to tell me. I made portion sizes for me but...\" She then comes to a stop briefly, thinking over her words before the next bundle blurts out as if she had intend to speak them for herself.\n I have learned over the years men have bottomless stomaches...\" Esme mumbles, her eyes only widening when she realizes what she had said and promptly she covers a bit of her mouth. Foolish girl, now she cannot help but look apologetic." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "He finishes as she turns to her potion and leans back against the couch, crossing his arms. He wasn't sure if the crumbs vanished magically or just vacuumed into his mouth, but he never made crumbs. Things never dropped when he held them, he just never made a mess without willingly trying. So he crossed his arms over his chest and watched her. \n\nHis eyebrow shot up at her statement of men. With a mischievous smile, he couldn't help himself. \n\n\"Have many men come to visit you in this woods, witch?\" Smirking, he got up to put his plate away. He usually had the appetite to eat enough for for two grown men, but today would be an exception. Despite his quick eating he felt stuffed, or just queasy. \n\n\"And... I wish you'd talk more. You have such a lovely voice.\" He said, tapping his ear to give her the warning that he could hear her. Enhancement Magic didn't just make him stronger and faster, it could affect his entire body. Metabolism, his brain, his nervous system and of course, his senses. \n\n\"Poor Esme and the ravenous men she deals with.\" He says, chuckling. Perhaps she was immune because she had a lover, some man out there to call her own. \n\nHe very much didn't like that he absolutely hated that idea." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "It takes Esme a second to realize what he had said and this causes her to stop turning the ladle. At first her silence paired with the wide eyed stare may seem as though she has taken offense. Sweet Tooth makes it worse by going 'uh-oh' at Noctis. Implying her may be in deep trouble. But the moment of tension fades the moment she lets out a small chuckle followed by a tiny snort. Shaking her head to the idea.\n\n\"As much as I would love to boast about all of the men that have groveled to my feet and I have invited over...\" She then stops, flicking the flame away as she starts to pour the liquid into it's respective bottles.\n\"You would be quite disappointed to hear that there have been none. I may be human but love is not a luxury I get to indulge in.\"\n\nThough her words are sad, she seems positive still. As she finishes pouring the last potion. Esme moves over to give Noctis a bit of water. Uttering thanks as she passes by though she does not see her voice as anything heaven sent. It's just when you get years to yourself, isolated in the woods. Singing as a pass time will always occur. Plus it helps calm her and even the little spirits around her. She learns from the best, the fae have the most interesting of songs.\n\n\"Boring I know. But the only men I have had to deal with are those on medical beds. Ravenous appetites and honied words that are still being said on their death beds.\" She snickers before setting her hands on her hips, as if to now play along with the joking behavior of the story and inquiry of her love life.\n\n\"Even in death your kind still cannot help but stop to take an opportunity. I don't know whether to roll my eyes or be impressed half of the time.\" \n\nEsme even puts a bit of attitude emphasis on her tone. Playing a snarkier role though she remains soft spoken as per usual. With another chuckle and the assistance of Sweet Tooth who now flies around to help her count the herbs. She goes back to checking logs.* \n\"Plus you should know witches steal souls. You're bold for coming here.\" \n\n\"Rav-yay-noos\" Sweet Tooth tries to say which gets it a pat on the head by the witch." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis wasn't dissapointed, he was furious. Furious because for a moment he was quite pleased to hear she had no attachment of the sort. This woman was a witch after all. \n\nHe laughed, a beautiful laugh. Much like the childlike joy she'd shared with Sweet Tooth, his laugh was boyish, juvenile, mischevious. He shook his head and got up to come and watch her mix and pour her potions. \n\n\"You'd be dissapointed with mine.\" He says casually, leaning closer to her to peer over her shoulder and down to her hands. She was tiny, and he six feet, so really it was more like he was peering over her head. \"But I had something here I wanted, so I came for it. Bold or not, I don't give up.\" That had been an aspect of himself that had been trained, honed, ironed out. Looking at it now, he wondered if Scipio knew how much damage he'd do to Noctis. Surely not. Scipio had only ever wanted the best for Aeterna, Noctis accepted that sacrifices were to be made. \n\n\"What do you know of Demigods, Esme?\" He asks suddenly, totally and blatantly still in her personal space for only a moment longer before stepping over and to the side to lean against the wall beside her potions table." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme becomes lost in her own world as she delicately touches up her potion vials. Underneath the table stand are small shelves. Upon opening the drawer, it looks like a small arts and crafts stowaway. Small ribbons of different types, chain links and scissors. Each potion is packaged beautifully and given how many she sells at a time. Each one is handled with care. Not once does she stop smiling in her work, measuring a red ribbon just right to wrap around one of the lesser healing potions.\n\nBut then she can see Noctis out of the corner of her eye and has to double take before she is caught by surprise given she didn't notice him approach. She then raises an eyebrow. Questioning on what he means by 'here'. Perhaps it is in the past tense sense of the land, which she will likely ask him to clarify just after she wraps this second potion. She hums as she loops the ribbon, producing a small bow that she seems quite proud of. Holding it in the light before passing it over towards Sweet Tooth to take and tuck away in her bag that hangs just off the corner.\n\n\"You had something here you wanted?\" She ask, her expression puzzled as she gives her head a tilt.\n\"And I know the general concept. Life produced through greater forces. These forces bless the mortals and with the gifts given, thus demigods are born. Blessed or cursed, they are children of great energy.\" \n\nAs Esme speaks, it sounds like she is reading off of a script. But then soon proves to be intentionally done as she no longer works on potion making and now gives Noctis her undivided attention.\n\"But my opinion of them is that they are life, born like us with great expectations on their shoulders. Power given or born... These burdens weigh heavily.\" \n\nWhen she speaks, again, it proves that she isn't seeing Noctis as the textbook written demi-god. Sure, he is one, and that she respects. But she dare not only see him as such. She doesn't speak in separation, it is the word 'us' that she uses. Whether or not he agrees, all are equal in Esme's eyes. But then she seems to grow shy as if she had been rambling too much, paired with how close Noctis just was and she soon starts to fumble with her ribbons. Now seemingly unable to tie the small knots." } ]	532	7,929
433.214286	2023-12-02	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Of course I did, I needed to see you again.\" He responds softly. \n\n\"I wonder how many demigods still exist in this time... I told you when we first met that I shouldn't be here. That fate and I are opposed, possibly. The truth is...\" He hesitates, his eyes looking away from her face as he steels himself and he catches sight of her fumbling fingers. With only the slightest smile he reaches a hand out and his fingers graze across hers as he pulls the vial away smoothly, tying the ribbon while mimicking the ones he has seen on her other potions, before holding it out. He was quite good at replication. \n\n\"I was born a long time ago, Esme. I'm very old.\" He says somberly, gazing at the floor as he spits out the truth. \"Over three thousand years now, I think.\" He says with a bitter laugh. Three thousand years and he'd only been concious for a few hundred of them. An entire lifetime, an ending of a lifetime, of hundreds of lifetimes, and he had nothing. Nothing. No closure, no family, no purpose. \"I don't know if it was an act of the gods or some other, older magic, much when i should have died I... Slept. I woke up less than a year ago in what's now called Velaris.\" \n\nShe was the Only Person he'd told of this. He didn't know why he was. No, no he did, because she could touch the ribbons of fate and right now, he needed any edge he could against that overwhelming and all powerful force. \n\nHe flexes his fingers and realizes he has goosebumps. Why? \n\nThe soft feel of her fingers beneath his flashed through his mind and his brow furrowed in frustration. \n\n\"There isn't anything for me in this age.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme stops in her work for a moment as Noctis mentions of seeing her again. She is to leave soon, to meet whoever is apart of his band. Of course she conceded as she still has every intention to upholding her end of the bargain. But she cannot help but feel some doubts. The twilight coven danced under dangerous moons. Their studies tested the fabric of reality itself at times. Esme would know best of all, she was chosen, selectively hand picked and dare said bred to be who she is. Not that she ever knew her birth parents, but from the stories she was told. Her coming to the coven was no accident. Then she lets out a small gasp as the vial is taken from her. She hesitates for a second as her work is delicate in her eyes. But she does not interject in allow Noctis to finish the tie, listening to his words.\n\n\"I guess two hundred is small to you then.\" She chuckles as she moves onto the next vial. But given how small the vial is paired to how thin the ribbon is, it makes it difficult given she cannot seem to concentrate.\n\n\"If fates were truly against you, then I doubt we would be talking.\" Esme continues before turning to lean against the table, tilting her head down as she takes a deep breath.\n\"There is nothing for any of us unless we seek out desires. I may not be a demi god but I had duties. To watch and observe. I was not to have anything for myself, to become a sentinel of magic. To ensure in it's instability it was stable, to serve as a catalyst.\"\n\nEsme expects her words not to make much sense and in typical witch fashion, she likely won't elaborate either. But as she pushes herself off from the table and begins walking towards the other side of the room. She pulls down a small red leather bound book. Though it looks mighty old and cracks have long formed on the hem. She gives it a quick blow off before cracking open it's elder pages.\n\n\"This was my first diary- written in elvish, old elvish. Not the new variant you read and hear today. Back when I was first learning how to make potions. Even then I felt there was nothing for me. Until I clung onto something I could make of my own. This is something you should seek Noctis. Fates, demigod. What are they to you? I was a human born orphan girl. So what would eternal life, fate and the weave mean to me? Make the age what you want it to be.\"\n\nRealizing she is rambling now. Esme's eyes widen as she becomes flushed with red and she quickly sets the old diary down. It holds nothing of real value nor is it anything to keep a secret." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"So all you desire is that, to guard magic? That's enough for you?\" He asked, following her around the room only with his eyes. \"You said you Had Duties, have they changed?\" Running fingers through his hair, he felt frustrated with her answers. Unable to pinpoint why exactly, he found himself pacing to the door and back, until his eyes landed on her diary. \n\n\"Your diary?\" He said with another of his more boyish smirks. Noctis has the peculiar gift to speak any tongue, and be understood by any- but it did not translate to reading. Still he'd studied to be able to infiltrate and Elvish was one of the languages he knew- ancient Elvish, well... He hadn't heard or read it since his re-awakening. A dead language was called such for a reason after all. \n\n\"Do you have many of those? I might too, living in isolation.\" Sitting down on the couch now, unable to choose a spot, he rests his head in his hands. \n\n\"I was a general of godlings, Esme, I lived in the Eternal Palace, I served the strongest mortal to ever walk Aeterna and helped usher in an age of peace and prosperity. Then I woke up and found that dragons drowned it all in fire, men and elves slaughtered each other by the thousands, and the nine realms that I so beloved have now drowned in enough blood to create four new oceans. Everything, everything I knew is gone.\" He said into his hands, his voice muffled but the small space still allowing him to be heard by her. \n\nHe Was rambling now. Realizing this, he stiffened up. He'd never been this open with anyone. Was he going fucking insane? Had she cast a spell on him? \n\nOut of fear, he quickly scanned himself. Using his ability to use Suggestion and Charm magics, he probed his mind until he was sure she hadn't done something, drugged him or bewitched him. It wasn't because she was a witch that he did not trust her, he did not trust himself. He did not trust that he could feel this relaxed around a person, even Scipio." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"I have already told you my desires. Guarding magic isn't one of them, but it was a duty of my coven. If I were to say I had duties now... I suppose serve.\" She answers with a small shrug.\n\nEsme seems nonchalant in this conversation. She has lived for over two hundred years and she has seen how desire has driven mortals and those close gods mad before. Why would she etch a curse such as that on herself? The simpler things are, the better. Magic and it's elements can even be classified as simple if you truly break them down enough. She may not span thousands of years old, but she has accumulated enough wisdom to at least know the importance of reflecting on knowing on how to be content rather than being happy.\n\n\"And the diary mostly talks about different bugs I found in the gardens or plants I gathered with my coven sisters. Unfortunately, there were no boy crushes in there.\" She chuckles as she gives a shake of her head. \"Only one diary, don't know what happened to the rest.\"\n\nThe only magic at play here would be the broom that sweeps across the floor and if you want to count Esme's serene and sweet smile. But the witch has no reason to charm or even trick Noctis. The more he looks around the more he will see just how mundane everything is. The magic in the air here is not anything to be concerned of and naturally Esme radiates it. But she doesn't seem to be using it. In fact, half of the time her focus seems to divert itself to chores or making sure Sweet Tooth isn't doing anything it shouldn't be.\n\n\"I understand your pain, at least I would like to believe I do.\" She continues as she begins to wash and put away key components to her potion stand.\n\"Loss will always linger. What matters the most is how you wish to continue and take the pain, acknowledge it, accept it and then move on. I do not mean to dismiss you Noctis, but I will not lie...\"\n\nSuddenly Esme turns serious yet her voice still holds concern in her tone. Setting down a cleaning rag, she makes her way over towards the couch of which Noctis lounges on. Her hands clasped in front of her, her soft pink lips turned into a minor frown. Her gaze soft yet full of pity as she gives a small shake to her head.\n\"I do not not claim to know you well. I do not claim to truly understand you. We have only just met. But... I sense the past chains you, I see each lock that surrounds and suffocates the heart. I know the look well and you seem to have it... May I ask why you cling onto it so? Your dream, that is. The one I have conceded to.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"I...\" His mind fell back to his travel through the haze. The whispers of Emi, the visions of his past life. \n\n\"Esme... It's not as if I lost them through death, or a robbery or magic- I woke up one day and everything about my world was gone. So much of my business' left unfinished. Everything I had fought for gone.\" Fight he had, he'd Killed So many people. All of it had been justified because of the world they'd made. Now... He was left with the images, the memories, the horrors of his life that he'd been perfectly fine with until little less than a year ago. Sighing, he fell back against the couch with his head tilted up to gaze at her. \n\n\"I need to know what happened to Scipio and the Eleven. If fate brought me here then that's the start, to know what it all means. We won, we established peace and then Scipio just let it go? He wouldn't do that!\" He said, his silver eyes held a deep, deep hurt. The kind of hurt when someone you trust entirely shatters that trust. Emi, Scipio- he'd spent his life to gain love and the two most important people were just gone, shattered. No closure, no chance to understand why. \n\n\"How am I supposed to continue if i don't know?\" This last part was spoken in a very fragile whisper. He'd been a paragon of strength to his companions, he had wanted Esme to see him as Noctis the Demigod, not whatever he was now." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme remains kind through it all. Not speaking and allowing Noctis to speak what burdens him. It is good in her eyes, as she can only assume that such words are seldom spoken from him. Though laced in pain, they are necessary. Her posture remains the same, her gaze still soft. Even Sweet Tooth poked it's head up to check on its new friend. As it reaches up to give a comforting pat on the leg, Esme takes a seat next to the couch on its arm rest.\n\n\"Then willed it shall be.\" She murmurs as she glances towards the fireplace.\n\"I know little of the past world. I know in your eyes, me and many others are like foreign beings to you. But... Answers always find their way, it is a law that even the fates must abide to.\"\n\nShe then tried to reassure him, but half way through her gesture of reaching out a hand to set it upon his shoulder. Esme retracts it as she deems it ill timing or perhaps inappropriate. That little over thinking bug is working over time and it causes her to become more fleeting than what she normally is. But she remains in conversation, as dark as it may be. Twiddling her thumbs and pressing them against her upon palms. It's clear she is thinking, but about what?\n\n\"Start small- though I doubt I need to tell you that Noctis. Time is eternal for you. You can have anything if you seek it, it is simply knowing how to grab it. Your companions that you spoke of and I, who has heard your dream. Will ensure that will happen.\"\n\nShe then puts on a small, ultimately deciding to avoid bringing up any of her further past. Coming to a stand so that she may continue tidying up the place. Books need to be reorganized, shelves dusted. Esme knows the pain of losing everything without rhyme or reason. But it simply isn't the time it place to bring it up. Besides, even with the warmth she radiates. Her stare still remains distant, afraid even.\n\n\"I am sure Scipio left some evidence for you. You said you disdain visions. I imagine they play a vital role nonetheless.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Nodding his head, he took a deep breath. Time is a rain that flows into an endless river that feeds into an ocean, the ocean turns into rain and thus the cycle continued. The haze had rocked him, but he had survived it, and he was going to continue to survive. \n\nFinally regaining his composure, he stood and picked up her diary, turning it over in his hands. Once this witch, at least two hundred years old it seemed had once been a small child- confused and scared. Now she was an enigmatic woman who'd managed to keep herself composed when he'd entirely failed to. \n\n\"For what it's worth Esme, you're one of the most impressive mortals I've ever met. I've never met anyone like you.\" He calls out, still gazing down at the cover of her diary. \n\n\"Spend the day with me.\" He says suddenly, putting the book down and turning to watch her clean. Knowing she likely knows how and where she wants it, he decides not to help- but there's a flash in his silver eyes. He reaches down and pats Sweet Tooth on the head and then gazes out the window. \n\n\"I don't want to just be your traveling companion for a time- I want to know you.\" In his own way, he was saying that he didn't just want to use her. She hadn't used magic on him, she'd sat and listened and there was something about her that melted his armor off his body and left him raw and exposed. Rubbing his head with a sigh, he offers her a crooked smile. \n\n\"So... An ancient witch like you still knows what boy crushes are huh?\" He says, laughing lowly." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"You have honied words.\" Esme lightly chuckles as she retreats into her shell a bit.\n\nCompliments are a natural part of conversation. But Esme struggles to receive them. It is not because she is lacking confidence. Esme knows she is beautiful, a blessing bestowed upon her by the coven when she was born according to records. There were three laws that had to be understood. To be a true witch of twilight her beauty must shine equal to the stars so that she cannot be lost in the darkness. Observant as the moon who watches all life under its embrace. Lastly, to invoke the magic given to her by the mother goddess Starri, for she chose the sisters to protect the sanctity and stability of the weave. As superficial as the first law is, it was upheld religiously. Never slouch, never concave in your chest. Beauty was as great as it was a curse for Esme and whenever it is pointed out, she is reminded more of a job well done than appreciation.\n\n\"I am just a mortal, we can only be so interesting.\" She continues to jest as she finishes dusting a shelf. But then she has to double take at the request, raising an eyebrow as she feels it is quite abrupt.\n\n\"May I ask you why?\" She hums, unknowingly sounding a bit short.\n\nIt is not that Esme is averse to spending the day with anyone. Well partially, she struggles to maintain conversation so spending a day with someone can be a real challenge. But she mostly wants to know why Noctis has asked her so. Most importantly, why he is curious about her more than just a means for a dream. She is used to transaction, so it would bother her none if he only wished to have her around for her abilities. Even Esme is not without her negative assumptions. Mortal or not, desires and selfish tendencies go hand in hand, so she should expect no less even from Noctis.\n\n\"S-sorry it's just... What brought that on? And of course, crushes are a natural part of life. Though we were quite forbidden from indulging when we were kids, even into our older years. This didn't stop my sisters from chasing fairytales of being swept away by knights in white cloaks.\" She then stops and narrows her eyes at Noctis. Her arms now folded as she continues.\n\"I was focused on my studies, not chasing boys might I add.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "As she questions him he begins to test his mana, ensure the haze didn't cause any damage. Weaving together threads of invisible mana, he pulled from the weave and began to create his own offshoot. His hands remained by his side and it took little focus, Illusion Magic was one of specialities. As she spoke, he created her words, floating them in front of him in crackling flames. \n\nSeparating each sentence out into a unique line until he had a script of what she'd said, verbatim. \n\nPutting his hands up in mock defense, his Cheshire Cat grin contained the smallest dimple as his silver eyes cast out to beyond the hut. \n\n\"Oh but of course, Just A mortal, how could anyone dare think of chasing boys when they have their Studies To attend to.\" He said, coughing into his hand. Smoke drifted between his fingers and it slowly spelled out a line of Z... Z...Z... \n\n\"I asked because I asked. I'm intrigued by you and I want to know more, more of what you do in these woods, get a chance to see your magic at work. Think of it as research. I'm focused on my studies Esme, not chasing girls, I might add.\" \n\nAs beautiful as he was, the only appropriate term for his grin was 'shit-eating.' \n\nIt was as he gave her this mischievous smile that there was a... Knock(?) at the door, resonating fiercely from only a few inches off the ground." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Ha-ha.\" Esme gives Noctis a deadpan expression in response to his Cheshire impression. But she cannot feign annoyance for long and soon her mask cracks, revealing a smile that she attempts to conceal as she looks away.\n\"And sure, if you truly wish to see my magic. I can indulge you.\" \n\nWith a small shrug, Esme grabs hold of her diary, tucking it back as she then moves to grab her bag. A little trip shouldn't hurt and most of the chores are taken care of anyways. Plus Sweet Tooth seems more than excited to go out. It should have left with the other wisps but given it has some attachment to Noctis. Esme has no reason to shoo it off or even say no to walking out. It could do her some good anyways and this is the first time in several years that she got to talk to anyone.\n\n\"There are certain areas we should avoid natu-\"\n\nThen Esme abruptly gets cut off by the knock. She responds in looking at it almost immediately and the once cheerful and gleeful girl, becomes cold serious. No one should be able to visit here. Then it takes her a moment, looking back at Noctis to see his grin and she narrows her eyes once more. Just what exactly is he doing and before long, an eyebrow shoots up.\n\n\"Illusion magic? Or is another wisp visiting me?\" She asks, her voice soft as she watches Sweet Tooth fly towards the door.\n\"What are you plotting Noctis?\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Innocent for once.\" He says, having just finished burning her smile into his head. He hadn't been expecting the knock either- he reached for his sword but... \"I hate being without it.\" This was officially the longest he'd been without his beloved sword in a very long time. Still he activates his enhancement and listens for what might be outside. When he does, he blinks in confusion. \n\nHe looks at Esme and mouths, \"Their whispering from the bottom of the door.\" Inching closer, he peeks out the window but can't see anything. After a moment, he steels himself and appears at the door in a blur, gently moving Sweet Tooth back and pulling it open. \n\n\"DEFEND THE WITCH!\" A chorus of squeaky voices cry, and a horn blows that might have been very loud if it were of an appropriate size. Spider silk thin ropes flew out and wrapped around Noctis ankles and with a grunt, they managed to bring the titanically powerful demigod down. Pukwudgie materials had the unique property of making the creature they capture equal to strength to the holders of the other end. He fell to the ground with a cry and a swarm of twenty or so tiny men came rushing over, poking him with sharp sticks and smashing his perfect nose with little fists as he shouted in alarm. \n\n\"ESME!\" He roared in frustration, writhing beneath them as they tried to bind his arms. Thanks to his strength and skill he managed to avoid being entirely dressed up, but he was making an active effort not to squish or harm them, and the battle was being quickly lost by the ancient demigod. \n\n\"Ancient blood preying on the Witch! You shall not harm the keeper of twilight!\" One shouted, speaking through a small cone that amplified their voice. \n\nThe Pukwudgies were only inches tall each, twenty in number. Each wore a grass skirt and was shirtless, with tattoos over their torsos and arms. They had tufts of feather sticking out of their hair and wore spider silk boots, with a variety of skin tones. \n\nThe leader of the party had an impress\n\nIve signet ring on as a belt and was the tallest at eight inches. He was currently stabbing at Noctis' skin with a needle sword." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Oh?\" \n\nIf it isn't Noctis pulling a sneaky one, then who is it. Despite the alarm, Esme seems mostly unbothered. She doesn't need a blade to defend herself given she is an amalgamation of raw, untapped energy. Still, whoever is outside of the door can pose a threat. Or it really is just one of the many different fae visitors who often frequent the gardens. Come to think of it, Esme did promise a small group of critters a few star fruit. Ah but she has been so busy, she just forgot...\n\nThen her eyes widen as the Pukwudgies show themselves and their request screams loudly in her ear. \n\"Oh right...\" She says, as if this was just a tiny oopsie and that she didn't accidentally set poor ol' Noctis up for failure. In fact, she is so perplexed that they were able to get him down so quickly. She fails to even react right away.\n\nJust whose side is she on? By the time Noctis yells out her name, the witch is quick to flinch before springing into action. Oh no, oh no! Gritting her teeth as she rushes over in a panic, her hands up as she tries her best to figure out how best to deescalate the situation. Bits of regret fill her chest as she really should have informed her small but mighty neighbors that she would have a guest. They are in their right to act this way, she never has company... Especially company that stays over night.\n\n\"W-wait, wait wait! My Pukwudgie friends, please!\" She stammers before gently ushering the leader away from Noctis so that he can be spared from the stabbing. She has pricked herself plenty when tailoring her own clothes, so it is a fate she does not wish on her worst enemy should she ever have one.\n\"He isn't hurting me, nor did he come here to do harm! Please stop attacking him.\" Esme says with a long, stress-filled sigh as she holds up her hands in defeat.\n\"He is a guest here...\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "They all stopped, twenty one sets of eyes turning look at her. The Pukwudgies all looked at each other and then all formed a circle on top of Noctis' chest. There was very faint whisper which Noctis rolled his eyes at, and then the group of them parted and the leader stepped forward with the cone in his hands to amplify his voice. \n\n\"Witch of Twilight! We have decided to spare his life at your request. However Child of the Ancients, you owe us a life debt now!\" The Pukwudgies were a people of pride, they could be as capricious as a fickle rainstorm. \n\nThey undid the ropes and Noctis scrambled to his feet, glowering at them all as little rivulets of blood leaked from many of the wounds on his face, arms and neck. The pain wasn't the worst of it, though it was pretty horrendous, but the humiliation was worse. However when dealing with Fey Folk, worse was to be expected. He'd gotten off easy. \n\n\"Took your time with that one gorgeous.\" He muttered darkly, an ivory statue of beauty now bleeding onto her floor. \n\nYet with a sigh he humbly recreated the bow he'd given Sweet Tooth and their older cousin, and said as if reading a script: \"Oh my great and mighty lords of the wood, you've shown me your overwhelming might and your incredible size of heart. I am honored to be in your debt.\" \n\nDealings with fey had always been a hit or a miss, whimsical or tedious. Today is was monstrous. \n\n\"Very good! Perhaps your guest is more wise than we Pukwudgie might think! We request aid, Witch, and demand it if you Guest of the Witch who's sleeps in her house at night! We are experience grave times- the enemy must be stopped at all costs!\" He squeaked, the ring on his belt shining brightly." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme is quick to release a breath as she had been holding it in. Guilt ridden, she promptly moves towards Noctis. As he rises from his gracious bow, she promptly sets her palms on his chest. Uttering a small incantation to heal his wounds. Light envelops her palms and the magic is transferred into Noctis' body. At first it is cold traversing through the body that quickly turns warm. Then everything feels fuzzy, like he had just bit into spearmint. The energy then courses up through the body a second time, perhaps overwhelming the senses and then... Nothing but the smell of rosemary.\n\n\"My goodness...\" Esme huffs as she slowly turns her attention towards the Pukwudgies with a forced smile.\n\"Thank you for being understanding.\"\n\nThey could have asked before attacking but Esme would expect nothing less than them. They are aggressively endearing to say the least. But then hear ears perk up to the request. They often frequent the gardens as Esme is rather giving. However it is quite seldom that they give her requests as they are a prideful race. So it must be important to them and she will never snuff the Pukwudgies either. Though she does still feel bad about Noctis and gives an apologetic smile.\n\n\"And what is the aid you need? Who has crossed you?\" She asks.\n\nEven if they are a bit silly, any deemed enemy is to be taken seriously. Pixie to redcap, dark fae can pose real danger if left unchecked. Which is exactly why she needs to make sure whatever the Pukwudgies are bothered by, is not them. If there is one thing that the dark fae cannot resist are the twilight witches themselves. Their magic once surpressed them and so long as Esme lives, then they cannot prevail. Of course, that is under the assumption that it is dark fae that is the problem. As far as Noctis being obligated, she intends to make sure that he knows afterwards that he can stay." } ]	436	6,065
450.4375	2023-12-03	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Shuddering, he'd never enjoyed the way healing magic felt. Still, he gave her a grateful pat on the arm. Her lingering scent and energy more easily getting pushed from his mind. He was starting reclaim his composure around her and was eternally grateful for it. With a sigh he too heard out the small men. \n\n\"We do not know! Intruders in the forest, creatures we've never seen. They are of the size of us, but there is something wrong with them, something twisted. Like the Unseelie but... Worse. Perhaps they might be... Demons.\" The last part is said in a squeak and the rest of them all rattle their spears. \"You must come right away, Witch.\" \n\n\"Seems we've got a big problem on our hands.\" Noctis said, and despite it all he had to hide a laugh behind his hand and turn it into a cough. The Pukwudgie nodded entirely unaware of the jest. \n\n\"Well Esme, shall we then? I always pay my debts. So let us get going, seems we have our date.\" He says, patting her back and moving to get his shoes and cloak on." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme's first assumption would be the unseelie dark fae, they always linger about and cause trouble. But then the word demon is mentioned and memories of a long lost past return. Wife and child crying over a father who no longer was himself. The guttural screams of possession, her own rosemary scent and the long awaited crack of dawn. The exhaustion of that night weighs fresh in Esme's mind and as her hand falls away away from Noctis, she gives the Pukwudgies a single nod. The witch will take care of it as she always has.\n\n\"Sweet Tooth, I need you to stay here.\" She quietly commands, the wisp daring not to speak back. As the denizens of these woods know Esme enough that she rarely demands or commands anything of them. But when she does, it is for the better interest of the whole. Plus who dares to talk back to one of the remaining Twilight Witches?\n\nNow pushing herself to a stand, Esme produces quite the flamboyant and sassy snap of the fingers. Her grimoire flying towards her and her other arm raises upwards. As she brings it down, draping across her body. The once innocent white dress adorned with rose embroidery transforms into tight leather pants. A corset of black and a white blouse similar to what she wore when Noctis had first met her. As she walks, golden sparks radiate around her feet, forming thigh high boots with heels that allow her height to surpass her usual short stature. Knights wear plate, Esme wears... Well... Her battle armor is the thinner clothes that perfectly describes what a witch would be. Her hand then runs across, making a gesture as her large witch hat forms and she now stands before the small Pukwudgies.\n\n\"The problem will be dealt with. Please, I do not wish all of you to be endangered. If you can, only send a few guiding scouts with us.\" She beams at the leader as Sweet Tooth hands her, her bag.\n\"If you give me a general idea, then I will find the rest of the way.\" \n\nA woman once soft spoken now commands authority. She is straight to the point and does not beat around the edges. What could be a demon to a Pukwudgie is taken of equal threat to a devil raising straight from the hells. Yet Esme shows no fear or hesitation in her eyes. Her mind is made and she intends to handle this efficiently and effectively.\n\n\"Also Noctis, if you could grab a few of those potions to keep with you. You are not armed and I am sure you have a means to be. But just in case, there is a old blade in my room in the closet. It is a short sword so I hope you do not mind.\" She points to the once off-limits room." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "He can feel the intense atmosphere and he watches her, an eyebrow raised in interest. My my, this lovely little flower had Thorns. There was a severity to her that absolutely took his breath away- it was Hot. He was a born, bred and hardened warrior- he was Conan encountering Xena, he was a master of the blade and physically unmatched in this age and yet this tiny, fragile looking woman held within her a steel reinforcement that nearly made him shudder. Despite the energy in the room as the tiny men began to take sheets of paper and some charcoal to draw out a map for her, chattering to each other as they worked to get the best map for her- he smirked at her. \n\nCrossing the room he took the three potions and fastened them to his belt, which had been tailor made to be able to contain a few phials for potions. Demigods at war always needed healing. Afterwards he cast another glance at Esme and then headed back towards her room and froze at the door. This room was important to her- and she'd let him enter it. Purely for bussiness, which was where she flourished in her interactions, but she was fine gold to him and he was a trepitdious banker wanting not to tarnish this masterpiece. Slowly he pushed the door open to see what awaited him within, moving to the closet to take hold of the shortsword and examine it." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As Esme seems focused on taking in any information the Pukwudgies can give her. Noctis would be greeted with a room equally tidy as the living room. Though it lacks the hangings vines and different vials of potions, paired with the clutter of shelves. It is simple, adorned with only a few decorations and a single potted plant by the bedside. Underneath the table are a few books, likely Esme's own journals and records once she grew out of her young, diary writing phase. Even the closet doors are made out of simple oak wood. They act as gatekeepers to the various clothes she had tailored herself. Dresses, blouses, a few corsets and even some skirts. The blade as promised, lingers against the back of the closet wall. Tucked away in an ornate sheath made of green.\n\nWhy would the witch need a blade? Perhaps she can use magic to animate it like she had the broom. But Esme does not seem to be the type to rely on weaponry at all. In fact, aside from the dagger she keeps on the garter she usually wears. There has not been a weapon in sight up until this point, her magic is her weapon. So why keep this particular short-sword? Towards the top there is a small engraving with the initials D.T., how odd. It is well taken care of too, there is not a scratch to be seen. There are other items to be found, one of which being a flute that is tucked away into a small rectangular case.\n\nThis is not the only item that may stand out. As towards the window where the curtain remains closed, keeping the room from receiving any natural light. There is a music box with a lyre leaned next to it. So the witch fancies herself a musician perhaps. Her singing is not all that far fetched given she seems to have a good ear for vocal tune. So it should be no surprise it can extend to instruments. Though each one looks old, like relics though properly well kept.\n\nMeanwhile in the living room...\n\n\"Thank you. As per usual, the snacks in the cupboard there are your for the taking. I apologize on the delays to the star fruit. I had been busy, but you are free to take two from the gardens if you wish.\" Esme chirps, breaking from her commanding presence briefly as she smiles at each individual Pukwudgie.\n\"I will assure you, this situation will be dealt with in haste.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Drawing the blade from its sheath, he carefully tested its balance in his hand, giving it a few swings. Rolling the blade over his knuckles and catching it deftly, he thrusts and then mines a block against a shadowy opponent before nodding. The blade was fine, well kept, polished and without nicks in the edge. Not what he'd been expecting. Sliding it into the sheath, he attached the green scabbard behind his hip so he could reach back and pull the short blade free. \n\nAs a warrior, Noctis knew a weapon was an extension of its master. Whoever had owned this must have loved it, so it was his duty to guard it well as the weapons temporary ward. He paused before leaving and looked at the other items, wishing he could stay with this witch for days upon days, maybe years upon years- to learn everything about her. To wake up to her singing again, to play with Sweet Tooth in the garden, to feel her fingers brush against his, to watch those pink lips speak words that could be cryptic, aloof or totally biting. \n\nKnowing that was never going to happen, he turned and walked back out of the room and pulled the door closed. \n\nMeanwhile...\n\nOh yes we will, we will! Star fruit is mighty good and we have kept the fart frogs from cropping your banks for twenty years. Yes yes we shall grab those two and you can bring us more afterwards.\" The leader said with a nod, the Pukwudgie all gave resolute nods. A smaller than most Pukwudgie stepped forward, he had a shock of red hair and heavy freckles. His skin was tanned and he was slightly heavy set, with a bow of spider silk and a quiver full of poison tipped arrows." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Make yourselves at home.\" Esme chuckles as she hears Noctis approach, she turns on her heels to face him.\n\"They gave us a map and it appears we will have a scout.\" The witch then glances over at the red headed one before leaning in closer to whisper towards Noctis.\n\"Sorry for getting you dragged in this.\"\n\nAs she pulls away, Esme cannot help but frown again. She really does feel bad. Even if Noctis is healed, if there is a real threat. Demigod or not, having him partake in the troubles of these woods can be a real inconvenience. If things get dangerous, they have a tendency to become near lethal if not handled correctly. While she does no doubt his power. She has her concerns of the last affects that the woods could have if the Pukwudgie brings them to a place of high chaos. The weave here has tears and those tears can prove lethal if one does not navigate them correctly.\n\nBut what is done is done and the both of them have a quest to do. Sweet Tooth gives them a salute as it stands next to the Pukwudgies, cheering as it believes the two will be successful. The sight alone makes Esme cheer up some. Causing her to then smile back act Noctis before giving a playful shake of his sleeve before stepping forward. There are some doubts about letting the Pukwudgie's stay alone in her home. It wouldn't be the first time her assistance and employers have made messes that she has had to spend hours cleaning. Then again, the Pukwudgies here tend to be a bit more reasonable... At least towards Esme. That cannot be said for anything else however. So Esme swallows away those concerns, taking another look back at Noctis.\n\nWill a demigod be upset to partake in such a mundane task? She cannot help but wonder. Without realizing, Esme is staring as she gets lost in thought. Questioning why someone of his caliber should have to subject himself to this. He fought in wars and now he is bending his head to smaller fae and she dare say her. It makes her uneasy and ultimately Esme does not want to offend him. Completely unaware of what his true thoughts are, as he has done well to hide them. Which causes her to nervously stammer again, whispering once more as she thinks of the reasons why he could ne unhappy with this situation.\n\n\"When we are out of view, you can probably sneak away. I do not see a reason why you would want to come along with this- I am sorry.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"A map? A gift from Fae doesn't come lightly- they gave You A map. I think they respect you enough that a gift will be a gift in this instance. I'm just your tag along, the squire to my ladies knight.\" He said, grinning as he watched the Pukwudgies began to set down their gear and start passing around snacks to eat and bet with, and unpacking little playing cards carved onto wood slivers. \n\nHe lets the first whisper of apologies slide, a formality he's sure. It felt almost exciting to be on a proper quest again, something he hasn't done on his own for anything other than money since he'd been a teenager, before he'd met Scipio. After that, everything had been a mission. With a new sword on his hip, despite missing his Ebony Rose, he felt like a fledgling hero out to try and make things right. He felt the way he'd wanted to end up- even if he'd ended up far from it. \n\nWhen she smiles at him he can feel his heart flutter, but the only expression he gives is a continued look of contentment. When she pulls his sleeve he playfully bumps her hip with his own, before tickling the top of Sweet Tooth's head. \n\n\"Now you look after Esmes hut, okay? As my most honored friend, I know you'll be the big boss and keep these fellas in line for my lady.\" He says with a wink, before rising and turning to her. Catching her staring, he gazed back curiously until they're close and she whispers again. \n\n\"Esme, I'll see this quest through to the end even if it kills me. It's not my forest- but I owe a debt, and I have selfish intentions too, if it makes you feel better. I want you to live, and come back without too much trouble- there's still so much of you I need.\" He leans in closer to whisper his response, his breath tickling her cheek and ear and the scent of rosemary flooding his senses. \n\nFor her sake she'd smell whatever smell allured her most, it was a natural gift of his from Masculo. Then he'd lean back and smile reassuringly before the scout spoke. \n\n\"Names Bukka A'ur Rah, y\n\nOu can call me Bukka. We go now.\" He said, using the little cone to communicate and then he began to trot rather quickly out the door and onto the path, waiting by the gate for them to close the door and follow him into the woods." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme lets out a playful scoff at Noctis who intends to play the squire. But it is true, no gift goes without exchange unless genuine respect is given. Respect long cultivated over generations now. Watcher, protector, witch, songbird. Just a few of many titles Esme has been bestowed. Who knows if Esme is not just one of those many titles as well. To be titled beloved must mean devotion was given to the witch at some point. Or it was just a name that her mother adored when she was a babe. Either way, Esme is a beacon for the fae and other critters here. So she dare not disappoint them.\n\n\"We will be back soon.\" She says to the group that now settles in as she waits by the door.\n\nA debt to be repaid, selfish reasons. Esme nods for a moment as she only processes half of his words. At first she just assumes it is a means to an end. To complete his dream, to understand and grasp divination to peer past fate and dare change it. A dangerous magic but one that can be learned nonetheless. Then the second half of his words echo in her head and with a cocked eyebrow, Esme slow turns her attention towards Noctis. Her eyes fluttering, the hair on the back of her neck standing as her body tenses up. This causes the once authoritative witch to minimize, her posture and confidence smaller than the body of Sweet Tooth who holds up a small crack proud. Waiting for the highest bidder to take a bite.\n\n\"I-I am not sure what you mean... But if you wish to be ta-taught I will have to see what you're capable of.\"\n\nHer words flood out of her mouth, climbing over one another as they barely structure themselves in a sentence. Then she smells muskmallow paired with a spice that is both equal in familarity to her and foreign. A blur of the past trickles in her mind, the memory too hazed to truly make out. Yet Esme finds her heart fluttering. Why? Averting her gaze in a bit of panic, Esme's brow furrows as the hazed memory bothers her. This isn't the first time she has felt this familiar feeling but each time she tries to grasp where it had come from. It slips from her fingertips like a ribbon made of velvet, too slippery to hold. The concern on her face is present for a moment as each time she is reminded of her amnesia, Esme tends to remain discomforted for days. With a deep breath and a clear throat, Esme forces a smile at the scout Pukwudgie to distract herself. Giving a curtsy towards him.\n\n\"Pleasure. Thank you again Bukka.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Luckily for her, perhaps unluckily for Noctis, he'd already looked away when the fullness of her reaction was shown. He'd been distracted with the introduction of Bukka. Had he been looking at Esme or keeping her in his peripheral as he did everyone else he'd ever met, he might have picked up on some form of reaction. Yet he shit his senses off to her when he could help it, it helped with staying focused and in control. There wasn't room to allow weakness especially in a Fae wood of all places. \n\nWhen he does glance the only thing he sees is a sort of concern on her face, and that perplexes him. Did she think he was trying to steal her magical secrets? Noctis was a greedy, malicious bastard- true, he wouldn't deny that if he was forced to speak truth to the gods. \n\nYet this woman had invited him to her home, fed him and reminded him of a time he'd been just human. \n\n\"I don't do well with external magic. Masculos realm is that of the body- all of the magic I'm good at is directly centered around the body. Learning anything you can do for the most part would be too far from my domain for me to have any hope at- be at ease. I'll not harm you or take from you- save to save you. I promise it on the name of my father. Breaking an oath on my fathers name would have devastating effects for me, so... Trust that it'll hold me true.\" He said with a grin. Noctis felt a bit hurt that she thought he'd want to Steal Her magic. \n\nUse her for it, sure, but he wasn't some petty crook. He was a very talented, very methodical one and he had standards. \n\nThe hurt didn't show on his face, maybe a glimmer in the eyes but it was gone faster than a firebugs light can flash. \n\n\"Very well, let's be on our way.\" \n\n\"I'll say when we are leaving!\" Bukka hollered, and after a moment said, \"Okay we leave now.\" Turning on his heel, he led the way out as Noctis leaned down to take a bite for Sweet Tooth's sake, patted their head and followed after Bukka. His slender pianists fingers traced t\n\nHe hilt of the shortsword behind his hip, getting familiar with it." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme looks quite perplexed at the sudden declaration. She did not mean to imply anything malicious. She just was caught off guard- oh now how is she going to explain this? Heat washes over her as she attempts to think of something. But as her lips part she is fiercely reprimanded by Bukka. Which causes her to clasp her hands together, nodding her head down in apologies. Noctis has misunderstood. Why did he have to get so close anyways? Most importantly, what was that smell? It frustrates her and as she pinches the bridge of her nose, Esme promptly calms down. All it takes is a tiny bit of clarification. Don't botch this up and do not over think it.\n\n\"I did not think you to steal my magic, Noctis.\" \n\nShe then briefly cuts herself off, having to catch herself from blurting out her condition. But she is swift to continue so that the two do not have to walk in any furthering awkward silence.\n\n\"I just didn't understand what you meant- I still don't. When you said you need me, I figured it was what with previously talked about.\"\n\nEsme cannot bring herself to explain why she grew flustered as she simply doesn't know why. Noctis' natural looks, though acknowledge, hadn't caused her any sway in her thoughts prior. Even if he was the reason, she dare not say it. If he isn't the reason, then she dare not speak on the amnesia either. Otherwise it will court pity and pity is not something the witch needs. Anything that cloud her head is a concern, she must always be forthcoming and headstrong. Yet it truly bothers her that from a single scent alone, she was reminded of hazed memories. Then a small but sharp pain can be felt in her head and Esme is quick to conceal any discomfort. Blinking a bit slower than usual until the pain is gone.\n\nThen her eyes flicker towards the blade and unexplained melancholy washes over her. But again, Esme conceals it. Though her eyes linger longer then they should and as she pries her gaze away. She mentally reminds herself to not dwell on visions unclear. She has a job to do, she needs to have her wits about her." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "So it wasn't about her magic. Relief flooded through him and yet, now he was forced to wonder what exactly had caused her to look that way. Was she repulsed by him? Maybe there was some curse or something that made him look ugly to her or something. No, that was the human in him, the look wouldn't have been concern, it would have been worse, a desire to step back or shove away or protect herself would have occurred. \n\nWhen her lips part before she speaks, his silver eyes fasten to them and he can feel his heartbeat pound. It was almost annoying. Yes he was attracted to her, he'd been attracted to people before and, that was different. This was worse. This felt as if she'd taken the core of his world and drawn it into herself, and now his mind was orbiting her existence. It was entirely infuriating. He'd met the damn woman yesterday. \n\n\"Ah.\" He wasn't sure what he'd meant either. The words had flowed from his mouth as easily as water spilled from a tipped over glass. \n\n\"Are you worried I'll get hurt? I know the Fae can be dangerous, but I've survived dangers before. I won't be a scar for you, Esme. If for no other reason I survive, I'll survive to ensure that you smile at the end of this.\" The words came out and instantly he regretted them. Not only were they soppy, but perhaps he'd touched at something ummeant to. She Had A coven, but that was gone now. Where had they gone? What had taken them apart? Death? Ideals? Worse? \n\nThe hurt that he'd noticed before flashed through his mind and he wanted nothing more than to hold her, run his fingers through her brilliant hair to provide comfort. He also wanted to run, leave this woman behind and never deal with it again, go on with his life and conquer this damn world." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"I suppose I worry about all things getting hurt, it is my job.\" Esme shrugs as she speaks.\n\nWhat witch would she be if she were not aware of every situation that she and others would be putting themselves in? Her gift is equal a curse. Death has been shown to her before and while she is grateful it dares to not show now. She will always have her concerns. If fate can change from negative to positive, then reverse can always be applied. In fact, Esme knows it all too well on how quick the pendulum swings in this regard.\n\n\"I have plenty faith in you, my mind was just trailed.\" She quickly coughs out.\n\nWill she explain? As per usual, probably not. She dares not even look Noctis' way. She is troubled and Esme is adamant on quelling it on her own as she usually does. But then her eyebrows shoot up again. Puzzled by Noctis' romanticized words. A simple check should be of no alarm. Most of the time the fae denizens call for great claims of demons. Only for it to just be a giant spider or two that ate too many growshrooms. Yet she does not show this struggle, keeping a warm smile on her face that makes the witch distant more than ever. It is one trait she is good at, she has had over a hundred of years to perfect it.\n\n\"Your words are coated in honey. I do not understand it sometimes.\" Esme then blurts out, much to her own frustration. It's the sword, the damn sword. Everytime she looks at it, she trails off. If only she had been rid of it years ago.\n\"Apologies... What I am trying to say is... Oh hells... I'll be blunt. You seem very eager to put yourself in a sacrificial position for me despite not knowing me. Are you not concerned of a witch's trickery?\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Honestly? I'm entirely concerned of a witches trickery. But I'm as old as you are Esme, I've encountered your ancestors ancestors, I met the children who started the practice of witchcraft- I know what to look for. I've detected none of it from you. Yet... How do I...\" He continues walking, tapping his fingers on the source of her discomfort unknowingly. The sword truly was well made, he knew a good blade when he had one, and there was something about this one that just felt Right. Touching it made him feel protective of Esme in a way he hadn't felt since... Since Amylia. Thinking of his first love, an elven girl who'd wanted him to leave a peaceful life with him- he'd wanted to protect her. He thought he was going to by helping Scipio. \n\nThe cousin conflict had spelled her demise though, and now she too was nothing but the dust of bones, like his mother, like Emi. Getting lost in painful memories himself, he smiled at her. \n\n\"You're very beautiful Esme, more than very, and more than beautiful, I know many words but could never use any to describe you. However... That isn't why. I value my life, I want to live and to have had meaning in this world, but that doesn't mean that I don't also have honor. I am a child of Aeterna and I exist to serve it, what is the point of leaving behind a legacy if it will not be one I can be proud of. I have to risk my life sometimes to do what's right, and sometimes I have to do what's wrong for some to do what's right for many others.\" After his short speech, he let her take her time to process his words. He couldn't Not Speak to her in any way but in a caress, everything about her was precious. \n\nA beauty, sure, but that wasn't really the cause. It was a wonderful bonus, but what really made him want to supply her with his 'honeyed words' were the facts that she was undeniably what he wanted to see in this world. \n\nPeople like Esme, things like Fae woods (of the Seelie Courts)- that was the dream he had for Aeterna. A beautiful world,\n\nWith peace and magic, joy and wonder, rest and strength. No malice, no hate- a willingness to be kind and to let the flows of the world chart itself to good things. It was a dream that was as impossible as roping the sun, but Esme was a sliver of it and oh how precious she was because of it." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Her first thought is to chuckle and say 'old man'. But decided that it would be quite careless and rather inappropriate. She refrains, containing the intrusive thought in heavy shackles so that it dare not disobey her will again. But it's effects are present and the corners of her lips quiver, holding back a laugh that Esme promptly swallows down as she takes a deep breath. A close call, a showing of true restraint. Keeping her eyes forwards, her ears pick up the song that Noctis weaves. Pictures painted, small images and little secrets of his feelings conudcting themselves for her. Yet she cannot see the full work of art and the words lay themselves before her, for her to decipher.\n\nThen the compliments bully their way through all rational thought and Esme is flushed again. Again with the compliments, his sweet words pluck like the sound of harp strings that cause Esme to very quietly grumble under her breath. She still cannot handle them and she has long determined that she never will learn how to accept compliments. This causes her to give Noctis a sheepish smile trying her best to contain the magic that triggers her literal flight response to transform into a bird. There is sincerity behind Noctis' words yet she curses herself as she feels she is missing the meaning of them. All because he had to start with calling her beautiful.\n\n\"I see...\" She stammers, her gaze down cast as she tries shake off the heat that conveniently warms her head.\n\"It is honorable but let us hope that this possible demon is not anything worth causing you to test that ideology today.\" Then her genuine warm smile returns and Esme walks a few paces ahead to remain right behind Bukka. It is sweeter than candy, warmer than summer. The girl had a glow in her eye yet it was not of the magic kind and as she moves, she leaves behind that scent of rosemary Noctis is likely now familiar with." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Gods She was... Cute? What the fuck? Noctis was baffled by this damn woman. She took compliments poorly, she managed fae like they were common serfs and she was also someone who held onto her childhood diary? Shaking his head, he couldn't match her restraint. He laughed. He laugh loud and he laughed hard, even having to stop and hold his belly. The whole situation was just so absurd to her. Here he was over two thousand years in the future, on a quest with an isolationist witch and he was maybe falling for her after having met her the day before. The entire thing was preposterous, it was insane. \n\n\"Laugh not ancient blood! These creatures come from the dark, there is a familiarity of them- but wrong. Like evil sneaked into their blood and now had corrupted their souls. We cannot tell if they are fae or not! No laughing matter! Bukka says stop!\" \n\nNoctis instantly straightened, not wanting to get shot by one of the arrows. Pukwudgies poison arrows could theoretically knock out even an elephant, Pukwudgie magic operated in a strange way. It correlated itself to the their size, not the size of the enemy. Its what made them such a dangerous foe.\n\n\"Of course, of course, my humblest apologies.\" He responds, and casts his eyes over to Esme. He reaches out and squeezes her elbow softly. \"It's okay, honeyed words or not, I am here for the same reason as you. Lets hope its just a simple job.\" His hand falls away from her, slowly, as if he was pulling himself away from her with a lot of effort. The truth was, it DID take a lot of effort. \n\nAs they walked side by side, the forest began to grow darker. The branches creeping in as if awaiting them to stumble or drop their guards, ready to snatch them into their clutches. Bukka strode confidently, but his bow was slung and out as he gazed around them. \n\n\"Getting close to their territory now, dangerous...\" Bukka said. \n\n\"Can you do a scan of the area or anything?\" Noctis asked, using the encroaching darkness to scoot closer to her, both to protect and be protected by her magic." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme gives Noctis an assuring nod. She has heard his words and ultimately can breathe easy now that the air has been cleared up. Whatever haze that clouded her mind is gone for now though she doesn't doubt it will return later.\n\n\"Understood.\" She whispers to Bukka.\n\nNow turning her attention to the quest at hand, Esme readies her magic. As her chest rises and falls, the grimoire in her hands opens on its own. It begins to glow a faint blue, radiating with arcane energy. But it is not shining bright enough to attract attention. Her long studied spells form on the once blank pages. Sigils and ruins of the ancient elves, diagrams forming in place. With the now ever growing energy, the ground underneath her feet begins sprout white blossoms. As if she is an aspect of life itself, the nature around her is vigorously thriving. Like a walking miracle even in danger.\n\nShe tries to sense just what exactly is wrong. Could this demon radiate an aura like most do? Or is it unseelie. Her instincts are on high alert and as her heart rate quickens, her gaze becomes sharper. The earth is hers to command and she will not allow any further trouble be raised afoot under her watch.\n\n\"Be mindful. Fae or demon, both can be equally lethal.\" She whispers under her breath." } ]	480	7,207
391.333333	2023-12-04	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "The dark energies that permeate this wood seem to have begun to manipulate the already malleable Fae forest. Her spell would sense that there was something... Wrong. Unseelie were evil and cold, but they were still part of the natural order. This was something... Worse. No, something just plain unnatural. \n\n\"They come from below, they shroud the sky. They are not of your size, but of ours. They have claws and crawl upon the roots and bark.\" Bukka said, speaking low into his cone so that he can be heard. There's a fear in his voice that he's trying not to show, being a proud warrior of Pukwudgie. \n\nThe energies seep from deep below the earth, and she can sense that there are tiny Pukwudgie sized tunnels that crisscross beneath the earth and lead to... Somewhere else. Somewhere on the edge of this reality and the next, an in between of the wood and some place where only spirits should touch. There's... There's a Hole* In reality that's letting something in. Something rotten, something dark... Demon stench.\n\nThese are the horrors of which Esme would sense.* \n\n\"What do you sense, Esme?\" Noctis asks, watching her face carefully. As a demigod, he can sense that something here is wrong." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "They come from below and then shroud the sky, small like a Pukwudgie. Just what could it be? It sounds like a gnarled beast but there is no way that Esme can make any clear conclusions from just a small description alone. Her grimoire flips through pages and pages of logs. Different fae and notable beasts she has faced off against over the years. Tiny... Tiny... She doesn't know and as Noctis asks, she holds up a palm as if to tell him to remain silent. Her eyes fluttering around the area, not looking at one location for more than a couple of seconds.\n\nNo... This is possibly worse than any beast or dark fae. She is the embodiment of nature and the natural order of magic. This? Whatever this is, serves as a complete contrast to Esme and the danger becomes very real. A demon perhaps, an eldritch horror. Two archetypes Esme has never wanted to see again. But it is her job as protector, her job as a Twilight Witch to put it down by an means necessary. Her eyes now lingering on the hole. She fears that they may need to venture into the lair, which would not be preferred.\n\n\"It is unnatural... Whatever it is, I believe it is still here.\" She harshly whispers, her gaze not leaving the possible lair.\n\"Either we draw it out or meet it head on. I don't know what it is but it isn't natural. Such a being goes against the fabric of law.\"\n\nSuddenly she stops, that same authoritative witch returns. Oddly enough she is quite calm though her voice is stern. Her chest out and head held up in pride. Esme seems to be in her element. High or low risk matters not, what does is that it is some kind of risk.\n\n\"You wanted to know more about me? Then this is it, the truth. I am a potion seller than makes sure the laws of nature are undisturbed.\" She promptly explains before over at Bukka and gesturing towards him to signal their next steps. The Pukwudgie will know how this creature moves since they have had first hand experience with it. So it is most ideal that he gives some more insight before she jumps straight into battle. With whatever this thing is." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"It will be hard Witch, if you were my size I could lead into the tunnels- to the dark place...\" He said, and then shook his head. \"It is not one creature but many, we do not know if they are from once source or many. All are like Pukwudgie, but their skin is stained green with malice and their nails are black with blood, their skin is hard as stones and their eyes can pierce the dark. Terrible creatures Witch, terrible creatures.\" He muttered the last part, and he held his bow drawn, peering into the dark. \n\nNoctis turned to look back- but the path was gone. They were now in a dense wood with no sign of where they'd come from, even after only walking a few short minutes away. The woods had shifted, the roots had moved them along, the haze had swirled and now they were deep, deep within the trees and the dark, where the canopies were so thick that the sunlight was choked. \n\nNoctis created a flame over his head and set it to rotate slowly to give them light. He listened to her explanation and rested his hand on his blade, his skin tingling. \n\n\"If you want to draw it out, I could release my magical energy. No offense but it's probably much greater than yours, energy as strong as mine might call it out. Or push it deeper into hiding. It would be a gamble. These are your woods so the choice is yours. I don't know how we're going to get to it if it's miles underground. Even I couldn't dig us that deep.\" He murmured, gazing at her. She was beautiful in the fire light, regal and powerful, ancient and youthful. My my he was very attracted to this witch, with a start he realized even more so than he'd ever been towards Emi. \n\n\"Witches and their wood.\" He said with a dark laugh." } ]	407	1,174
409.95	2023-12-06	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Oh Great, I have always dreamed of becoming a-\" He froze as he noticed Bukka staring at him, and he locked away the height based joke with a deft moment of self preservation. \"I'll find the puffs.\" He grumbles and enhances his senses. \n\nEnhancemant Magic worked in a strange way. When using the magic, a person could look at their body as if it had \"Stats\". Noctis had two pools of stats to work with, internal and external. The internal pool was the values of his body as it was, which ranged from a scale of 1% to 100%. He could change those numbers at will, decreasing the value of one body parts stat added to the external pool until that was used up. \n\nFor example, in this instance he was decreasing his sense of hearing down to 0% and giving those \"Stats\" To his sense of smell. He could do this on a micro or macro scale with varying results in the effect. As time went on, Noctis' enhancement magic was used so often that it left his base stats higher, which increased his internal pool. \n\nHis external pool allowed him to add \"Theoretical\" Numbers to his already existing stats, which allowed him to have his superhuman abilities. \n\nSniffing the the puffs once, he instantly managed to catch its trail. \n\n\"This way.\" He said, enhancing his memory to lock in the trail and then reverting his \"Stats\" Back to normal. \"You love your potions huh? You would have loved some old friends of mine. They were always making something new, creative folk. I liked them.\" He says, and then he grimaces. They'd be long dead now, even with their longevity, no sign of them in any histories. He had supposed to have dinner with them a week after the day he would vanish from Aeterna for thousands of years. \n\n\"So you want to shrink us down and send us in there? Lets up an hour is enough.\" He says, coming to a clearing where she'd find the source of the puffs. \"You're very... Cute? I've never met a cute witch. Most of the ones I met were of the Nightmare Coven. Twisted women, their dream magic was\n\nSo potent they could kill you from another realm, all while you slumbered.\" He said, sitting down on a log and letting her work, watching her move with his silver eyes. \"I do much prefer you cute though, don't like people snooping through my dreams.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Thank you.\" Esme chuckles before following a few paces behind Noctis.\n\nSure, she could use her magic to produce more puff or even have the root be highlighted. But she will not say no to Noctis helping. Besides, if she does all of the work then he will not earn the respect of the Pukwudgies. So it is best she take a step back, at least for now. Even in the face of uncertain darkness, Esme will always walk like the fresh spring of the years first bloom. She is a flower under the sunlight and no amount of shade can damper that.\n\n\"An hour should be enough. We can always grab an extra root to be safe.\" She then explain, lifting a finger as she gives her head a shake.\n\nThen her ears turn the same shade of her hair, her face glowing. Her soft freckled features now illuminate like a ripened strawberry and yet again the witch is befallen to being flushed. With a sharp inhale and the inability to focus her gaze on one particular thing. She murmurs under her breath of words that too quiet to make out. Again with the compliments, something that could have been avoided. Which is why she clutches her bag tighter, keeping her head low and her brow furrowed.\n\n\"Wh-why are you saying that...\" She murmurs, a little louder in the sound of possible annoyance? No, not Esme. She is just awkward. But then she clears her throat to actually speak up.\n\n\"Yes some witches have green skin, ride brooms and cackle underneath the moonlight. But real witches are like... Chosen guardians of magic. To study in the natural laws rather than the books of schools. Not saying schools are bad, but my coven preached the importance of the ancient rites. Divination... True... Divination is not something you can learn, you are born with it... Ancient magic... You are born with.\"\n\nOf course there is a great deal that Esme is omitting as her coven was far from saints. Part of her wished that they were just cackling mean spirited casters rather than what they truly imposed and acted upon. But through their shortcomings there were definitive laws that could not be argued. Such power, to be born with it, must be trained the ancient way. Esme can only imagine what would happen if she was not... Perhaps she would be crueller than a demon... An onslaught of death could have easily followed had she not been raised within the Twilight of truth." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Real witches is a strange term, I disagree. To other witches your coven might be a perversion, perspective is important.\" Getting up from the log, he pulls the sword out and moves through a few shortsword form. \n\nScampering Rat into hidden bite, a thrust meant to get into a weak spot of an opponents armor. Butterlfy strokes over rushing streams, a series of quick cuts following by a feint into a jab. It was truly a fine blade. Spinning it in his hands, he sheathed it again and rested his hands on his knees as she mixed the potion for them. Bukka watched him with an approving nod, practicing some movements with his own needle like sword. \n\n\"Fine I won't compliment you. I find it odd, surely you've had people, men and women undoubtedly, compliment you. Still- we're here for a job. Lets just get it done.\" Her aversion to anything kind he'd said to her irked him, he felt irritable. His beautiful face was a mask of indifference however, his silver eyes looking far away. He was looking inward, at what about her allured him. He knew of course, she was the embodiment of the world he wanted- at least on the surface. Yet she was just one person and ultimately- a distraction. He'd not let her stray his path. \n\n\"How long will it take you to mix the potion, Witch of Twilight\" He asks, gazing into the dark shadows of the forest which encroached in around them. He could make out faint whispers, hateful things in an olde and devilish tongue that even his own magic could not decipher." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme is quick to find a seat and begin working on the experimental potion. She has done it before but anything made outside of the station may not always be perfect. Not that she is concerned of major side effects. But she does expect their voices to have a temporary helium-induced sound once they drink it for a little while. Listening as she works, she shrugs to the perspective. Yes, each coven is different and she holds no disagreement in this. But what a monster is to another is situational. To a the world, a cat is a predator. But to a bird... It is a beast more foul known to any avian. Anything that you do not know, anything that can be dangerous... Well, she understands where the rumors of witches come from. But not all are cruel and not all are kind. Esme may even be a rare exception.\n\n\"Men and women, yes.\" She mumbles as the red in her face fades away.\n\"I have had men and women demand I be their bride, hidden or publicly claimed. I am sure you know beauty and treasure is always a curse more than a blessing.\"\n\nShe then suddenly stops to look over at Noctis, her words eluding to something sinister. From attempts at kidnapping to obsessive knights. Esme has dealt with a great handful of characters. Perhaps this is why compliments are so difficult. They open Pandora's box to superficial obsession that she despises. Many have sought out in claim for her. But none have understood her, wanted to see more than the idol they so desperately worshipped... Then she feels that stinging pain in her head and Esme is comes to a halt in shaking the potion. Those hazed memories again, why are they so active now?\n\nWith a small shake to clear her vision, Esme continues and gives Noctis a proper answer. \"Just five minutes... And I apologize if I have upset you. I just fear that such words can lead to deeper affections... Deeper affections that will be for naught.\" \n\nAt this point Esme is mumbling as most of her attention is on the potion and her concentration isn't faltering from it. It makes her voice monotone and she becomes unintentionally curt. But her words are not without truth. She need not know of Noctis' interest in her to be honest over vain attempts.\n\n\"For I cannot be loved in that and it cannot be reciprocated...\" She continues, again speaking to herself as if to convince and remind rather than to explain to Noctis. \"Almost... Almost done.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Yeah, I know.\" Noctis' body was no temple. Of the many roles he had served for Scipio, being a concubine to rent out was the worst. Men, women- Noctis had been a plaything for many, always for gain. Diplomatic relations, assassinations, coercion. Killing someone you'd just slept with did terrible things to the mind- as hardened as he was, his constant nightmare was the face of each person he'd killed after bedding them. To many in his own time, Noctis was the cat to the avian veiws of the masses. Deaths Lover, they'd called him. A beauty with a rotten core deep within. Yes, he knew what happened when people desired you, and he knew what happened when they couldn't have you. Drugged, bound, beaten, threatened and more, he knew he was lucky to be alive. His far off gaze focused on her as she seems to stop- was that a grimace for a moment? \n\n\"Cannot be loved and you cannot love.\" He scoffed. \"Let me take a crack at it- something to do with your witchcraft, oh keeper of balance? You're over two hundred but you're human, sure you've got elven qualities so maybe you were raised by elves or were close with one, fae magic can bestow those things too over time. Agelessness, keeper of nature and you have a rank among the orders of the Fae... You've made some sort of magical pact haven't you? I've heard of them, magical bindings that grant abilities that come with limitations.\" He wasn't sure if he was right- but he'd seen more magic than any living on Aeterna, even if it was specfically hers. \n\n\"Do you want to be loved Esme? I imagine spending eternity alone can be quite painful.\" He says, plopping onto the grass beside her so they can speak face to face. \"Don't worry. I don't want to love you. The thought of loving you makes me feel sick to my stomach, if im being honest.\" That was the truth, though in actuality it really felt less like being sick and more... Like being stabbed. The rare moment his mind had wandered to the idea of what kissing those soft lips of Esmes, he'd\n\nSeen Emi's face instead. \"That isn't an insult to your beauty- I meant what I said, i've never met a mortal your equal. From your lips of silk to your hair of blossoms, to the drug of your rosemary chains.\" \n\n\"But ill Never* Love again.\"* He thought to himself, feeling rage and hatred broil in his chest for the woman he'd robbed him of everything. \n\n\"Does that assuage you?\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme only briefly looks at Noctis as she does not wish to lose focus from her concoction. It's just about done but it's at it's most delicate stage. Too much spinning, too little, it can cause greater disasters than likely whatever is underground. Plus she would rather not make another. The supply is limited and most of the potions she had packed are healing potions. So those won't be much use if they botch this one and are unable to face the demons down below.\n\n\"These are all true...\" She starts, pulling the bottle a bit closer to her face to make sure the liquid is at the right consistency.\n\"But they are not applicable to me.\"\n\nEsme is human, this is correct. But she made no pact to get her magic nor was she directly raised solely by elves. Fae magic is vast but is congruent with emotions. So if anything, her magic should be heightened by it as love and hate are eternally partnered. Their bond so strong it can raze worlds, maybe even the astral sea itself. Yet this does not apply to her. No, what prevents her from indulging in such activities is but a mere oath. Simple and so easy to break if not taken serious. But... If it were truly that easy for Esme, it is likely with the witch's beauty and kindness, it should have happened already. Never does she get visitors yet the hut is always prepared for them. So what is the missing link?\n\n\"I have no magical pact, just a promise. One that shan't be forsaken.\" She sighs as she allows her hand to fall into her lap, the potion complete.\n\n\"I can appreciate life and the laws of nature. Perhaps it can even love me and I it to a certain degree. But it cannot go any further than duty. So am I alone? I don't think so. I have seen many of faces and heard many of tales. I worry not over such trivial matters such as that. When my time comes, whenever that may be... I shall be content.\" \n\nHer words are grim yet she smiles through them all the same. There isn't even pain in her eyes. In fact, there isn't any real emotion to be seen in them overall. Perhaps over time Esme has conditioned herself to accept this fact. But there are forces at work that Esme must oblige to, forces that not even she is aware of. She merely chuckles over Noctis' harsh words, coming to a stand now that the potion is ready.\n\n\"I do not take your words as insult nor have I ever intended to imply you have had any sort of attraction or feelings towards me Noctis. I apologize if that is how I came off. I only meant to explain that I am wary of sweetened words. You shall not love again and that is your choice. \"She explain, intentionally omitting herself from the idea.\n\n\"We have only just met. I think it would be quite silly that a demigod would harbor any thoughts for a witch anyways.\" Esme then finishes with a laugh, completely confirming she has had no idea of the troubles that ail Noctis. With a tiny skip, she turns towards Bukka, giving him a signal that everything is ready." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis did not reply to her words. So he'd been wrong, on all counts. Figured. She was hardly even human, she was like a doll all prettied up in a childs cute little doll house in a fairy forest- and would never be touched by a loving childs hands. It was depressing. He'd spent his life a toy but at least he'd Had A life, and felt everything a long the way. She either felt Nothing And was just a pretty, souless being doing a job, an automaton set to motion- or she was wearing a mask that she'd had on so long it had fused to her fucking face. Whatever it was, it unsettled him. He needed her and her power, but he didn't need to get to know her. She didn't want him to get to know her, she had agreed to a deal and she was following it through, a cute doll following the routine of a child that would never come to play. \n\nHe felt hollow and averted his gaze from her. Truthfully he never wanted to lay eyes on her again. She was good, she was practically an aspect of nature. No pact, no promises, just a promise huh? Yet she stayed young and she commanded fae. Right. A load of shit. All he had was a sentence in an entire novel of her story, and that sentence gave him nothing. Fine, this was a bussiness deal. \n\nWith a start he realized he was Hurt. He didn't want her to be an automaton, he wanted the glimpses of that woman to be real and to be toucchable and to want to see him, to want to know him too, to give even half a rats ass about anything more than him as a transaction. Was this how he treated others? He supposed so, it brought him no comfort. This wasn't supposed to happen to Him. He hated these fucking woods, and he wished he could hate this damned witch. \n\n- - - \n\n\"Drink and follow then, I will ead you through a secret path I use to spy, but Bukka go no further. Bukka has no magic to fight them and his arrows do not pierce their skin, for it is hard as stone. Do not touch the black blood, it makes you sick, it kills, it warps.\" The tiny mans voice was hi\n\nGh and ice cold with fear. It was obvious it was taking all of his courage just to take them as close as he was. With his bow drawn, he waited for them to drink. Noctis would take the potion from Esme and drink when she did, never saying a word. His face had seemed to lose its color- it was beautiful as ever, but like marble now, like a statue without life. His silver eyes were less, they were merely grey. A mortal grey, a human grey. \n\nHis appearance could sometimes be affected by his mood, and it had tanked. \n\nAfter they had, Bukka would take them to a tree that had long since died, nothing but rotting wood and empty limbs now. At the roots was a hole that was so small, the Pukwudgie had to put his bow on his back and crawl in. \n\n\"Hurry now Witch and Swordsman. We travel several minutes by crawling to get to the right tunnel. Do not make a sound within.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme is a bit surprised by his lack of words. Normally Noctis is quite talkative yet he has suddenly become cold. But what does she know? Her eyes remained glued on him, she decides to let thoughts pass like driftwood in a river. Has her words deeply offended him? Perhaps her feels awkward. It was an awkward conversation and Esme does not wish to sound full of herself. Who is she to try and make claim anyone has begun to fall for her no matter the history.\n\nFeeling a bit bad, she decides to swallow away her concern as she does the drink. Together they will feel the world spin. The bodies a drift as if standing on clouds, too thin to barely hold their weight. Their lungs without air, the spine stiff. Then the trees get bigger and bigger until they get so big, that grass blades take their places. Fireflies that were once tiny spectacles in the sky now reign like dragons, flames igniting in their bellies as they dare rival the father sun.\n\n\"There we go...\" Tiny Esme squeaks as she looks around.\n\"Our things have shrunk with us... Good. Now, we should be swift. We do not have much time.\"\n\nEsme is unbothered by the shifting of potions and magic now. Years of tests and projects going south tends to build immunity. But realizing she's instantly jumping to action. She catches herself, looking back at Noctis. Making sure that he is okay before trying to continue forward. He may be distant but they have a job to do. Plus she has no way of knowing why and she would never dare assume it is because it is any deeper feeling. How could it be? They do not know each other, she would never expect him or anyone to care so deeply about her." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "She'd find him looking up at the trees, his raven black hair falling away from his face as grey eyes, mortal eyes, took in the leaves and branches so high above him, so large. The roots were hills to climbs, ants around him beasts of equal size. A shudder in the earth and he could see a large dung beetle go lazily by. His heightened senses took in this new world and overloaded him, delighted him. Closing his eyes, he listened to all the sounds he missed in the never ending chatter of sound while normal sized. This was Aeterna and yet, this was an alien world. Another alien world. She would have seen his lips form to a smile- but the smile fades. Opening his eyes, he nods at her words. \n\n\"Then go.\" He says in a squeaky voice, his tone curt, gesturing for her to move along. He'd take the rear, make sure nothing happened to her. Make sure nothing happened to her because she was the one who could fix this and because he needed her. \n\nIt was getting easier to tell himself that. Whatever he was killing now, it was dying slow- but it was dying. A weakness, a cancer to carve out. Anything else was a falsehood. She'd said it best, \"I worry not over such trivial matters such as that.\" It was such a polar opposite of his nature, of his core. He was designed to love, to be loved- by the world, by others. Could he forge himself into an automaton like her? Would life be better that way? Maybe that had been what Scipio had wanted too. If he had, Emi never would have happened. His body felt strange and he felt slightly dizzy, but he had been changing his bodys make up for years, it was the basis for his magic power. He'd adjust in a few moments." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme gives a small nod, aware of his tonal change even now but she does not point it out. Turning on her heels, she begins to march forward. Keeping a close eye out on anything that could spell danger, looking around as even the tiniest of dew drops can crush them like a waterfall now. The hole shouldn't be far but they must tread carefully. Even the dirt, that has grains the size of boulders, looks worn and old. Whatever is here has made its mark and it infuriates Esme to no end.\n\nAs a ladybug approaches them, she simply ducks underneath it. Walking undisturbed as it threatens her balance. Most of the critters pose no threat here and she is surprised they are even around. Holding out a hand, her magic is produced and her palm illimated in light. Even if the grass is here as shelter, the shade they provide is causing it to be too dark for her taste. She hums in slight discomfort, narrowing her eyes as she continues forwards.\n\n\"If you still to feel any discomfort, you let me know immediately. Okay?\"" }, { "author": "poetency", "message": "\"You got it.\" Noctis responds softly. He too senses the death and danger, and he keeps himself several paces away from her, his hand on the blades hilt. Before he'd walked beside her, drawn to her- but now he'd keep his distance. Keep that lovely smell of rosemary from his nostrils, refuse to acknowledge that her very existence spoke to everything he'd been designed to love. \n\n- - - \n\nAs they approached the hole, they'd come to find two different senses being targeted. First was the smell, a dank smell, a smell of decay and rot. Sickly sweet, putrid and vile. It came from within, it came from around. It wasn't so strong that one would gag- it was faint and yet ever present. \n\nThe second was the sounds, whispers just on the edge of hearing. Whispers of dark things, hateful things, threats of violence and deranged murmurs of fear and spite. This was an evil place. \n\nBukka, now only a few inches shorter than them, gestured them on and began to crawl into the tunnels. He moved swiftly and brokered them no patience. His tiny hands and bare feet dug into the dry earth as he scrambled deeper and deeper into the tunnel. \n\nAfter nearly five minutes of crawling, he grunted as he pushed against a pebble at the opening. It shifted and fell over, and he wriggled through. When the two followed, they'd find themselves in a small room. It was a strange sight. \n\nThe room looked like... Well... A room. An old storage room, the walls were thin strips of wood- slivers to regular folk, and there were shelves that were rotted in and barrels, the floor was paved and there was a door on the other end, locked. Bukka removed a key from his pouch and handed it to Esme. \n\n\"Their den is through the big tunnel. You'll see it in the next room- always guards. Guards never sleep, they eat bugs and bits of beasts, always raw. Be wary, be quiet. Too much noise- and they might all come.\"* He spoke in a whisper, barely loud enough for Esme to hear. Noctis only heard because of his unique abilities. Already the black haired demigod had his ear pressed to the door. \n\nHis grey eyes looked right next to Esme, never at her, and he held up two fingers, nodding to show that Bukka was right. He could hear two creatures in the other side of the locked door. \n\n\"Remember, don't touch the black blood. It bleeds from the walls.\" Bukka whispered, pointing to a puddle of black blood like liquid on the floor. It seemed to writhe and hiss- and the witch would find that the whispers seemed to be emanating from It." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme takes a bit of time to scan the inside. First she covers her nose with the upper portion of her palm. The smell is vile though not entirely unfamiliar, as the scent of decay is just apart of life as the smell of new beginnings. But she hates it all the same and its strong enough to make her eyes slightly water. Of course she cannot just walk around with one hand, she'll need both for casting spells. It is a given. So her arms fall to her side, closing her eyes briefly to still her mind. For not even the witch is immune to foreign trickery and illusion.\n\n\"Understood.\" She mumbles quietly, so quiet that the sound of her voice is barely noticable.\n\nAs far as this black blood goes? Esme narrows her eyes, trying to draw from past reference on where she could have seen it from. Are they corrupt bugs? Oh that answer is much too easy and she knows the world enough, that no puzzle solved is ever done so with ease. Hypothesizing and theories will have to wait. Each quest must be taken as new, a beast best learned about to avoid under estimating or over estimating opponents. It is a tactic that she has long implored and it has insured her survival more times than not.\n\nBut how do they intend to go about this? Esme wants one creature alive is possible so that she may extract information. Should it prove sentient, it can give further insight... Or cause further trouble. If not, then she can study their materials when they are dead. For now, its best to at least set up for an ambush.\n\n\"I will refrain from using earth magic in case something caves in. But if we can perhaps pull them out... We can ambush them. We just need to figure out a plan.\" Esme whispers to the two men, her magic at the ready." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "We can draw them into this room, I'll hold their attention while you work your magic. I'd just kill them, but I don't know what enhancing myself would do in this size. I might create enough force with just my footsteps to collapse the entire tunnel system on us. Guess I'll just use this.\" He says, pulling the blade out. \n\n\"Hide behind some of the barrels, while they're focused on me lock them down.\" Noctis had come closer to whisper to her. The scent of him, the scent of her past- would fill her nose and chase away the horrible smell within the room for a moment as he was close. \n\n\"Bukka, hide in the tunnel we came in from. Don't get me killed, Esme.\" He says, sighing and he moved to the door. When she was in position, he'd open it. Letting out a low whistle, he'd let them see him. Dancing back into the room, two creatures would charge in after him. \n\nThey were roughly the size of Bukka, but their bodies were... Wrong. Their legs bent backwards, spines with sharp edges protruded from their backs, they had razor sharp needle like teeth and claws on their hands that looked like razor blades. \n\nThey moved at a swift crawl, like a beast on all fours. The first one lunged and Noctis caught it's claws on the shortsword, kicking it back and only spinning in time to deflect the claws of the other as it slashed at his side. \n\nEven without his magic active he was a blur of motion, slashing and blocking, thrusting and parrying, his footwork as if he were in a strange dance of death with the two creatures. They were entirely focused on him as he fought to keep them from slicing him to ribbons and from noticing her." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme does not take a second to question and gets into position almost immediately. She has no intentions of letting anyone die today. With her grimoire open and the pages turning themselves. They reveal the ancient tongue of her spell casting. She is already mid whisper by the time Noctis lets out the whistle to catch the creatures attention.\n\nWhen she actually spots them, Esme is reminded of a past much harsher. Back when her and her sisters first took the plunge to be accepted into the coven. It wasn't just the haze that proved lethal but the twisted denizens within. Back before the coven had decided to truly settle itself here, back when the roots were twisted and the pain of the fallen can be heard in the wind. It felt like a bog, a place of nightmares that no child would dare to enter. Yet Esme was forced to and like most grim tales go, she was the only survivor.\n\nWhich only serves a greater purpose and further driving her to irradicate whatever these are. They will be studied, but there will be no conversation. It is exactly why she is so swift. Extending out a hand as she calls forth a bolt of energy. Pure and raw magical energy, taking the form of a blue-ish green orb that is hurled at the charging creature. Slamming directly the moment it tries to get up and attack at Noctis again. She has had years to hone her aim... A skill she had to learn in mere minutes in her tender age.\n\n*Mediate the light and dark Esme, dispel the darkness and take it within, produce the light in the name of the Twilight... Esme.* \n\n\"Yes mother.\" Esme ushers quietly, her eyes changing to a sudden flash of red before returning to their normal hue... Odd." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "As the light sears the corruption within, the creature is left as a husk. It drops to the ground and goes still after curling into itself. \n\nNoctis ducked beneath the swipe of the other and then tackled it down. These things had skin as hard as stone- sure, but he'd fought creatures like that before. As it tried to slash him, he pinned its arms down with his knees and thrust his blade into its gaping maw and into the soft flesh, piercing its brain and causing it to shuddered before going still. Stumbling back, he flicked the black blood off his blade and sheathed it. \n\n\"Very good, you can fight them. You can kill them. Weak in the mouth. Very good. I go no further, I wait here until you come back. After an hour, I leave again and know you are dead. May the mother of spring be with you both.\" Bukka said, and he took to studying the dead one that Noctis had slain. \n\n\"Not bad, witch.\" Noctis said, walking over to her. He'd been cut on the side of the stomach by one of the razor sharp blades when he'd tackled the corrupted creature, and dripped blood to the earth which soaked it in greedily. Placing a hand to his side, he put pressure on the wound. It wasn't bad- but it Throbbed Terribly. \n\n\"Are you ready to push forward. We only have so much time.\" He said, not looking at her but the space beside her. Her rosemary scent had found him and he wanted nothing more than to step closer, to know why that smell of all smells, to know where she'd learned her magic, he was impressed with her ability to jump into action. She was a brilliant light in this dark place and he could never touch that. It was unpleasant to say the very least." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Seeing the final one felled, Esme is quick to rush over. She gives Bukka an 'understood', not even looking back as she did not expect him to stay with. His job was merely to guide them towards the area of conflict, not be apart of it. Getting closer to Noctis whether he likes it or not, she does not seem to heed his words nor his feelings that she still remains unaware of. Getting in his personal space, she first looks up at him seeing he did not break a sweat per say but a cut had been inflicted.\n\n\"You are injured.\" She mumbles.\n\nEsme would not have dared touched Noctis prior. Sure, they exchanged a few playful tugs to their clothing or even a pat on the shoulder. The witch couldn't even look at him when his shirt was just slightly unbuttoned. But now? Esme doesn't even ask, she is on pure action and in the process. She grabs hold of his hand in an attempt to pull it away so that the wound may be visible to her. Her touch is delicate, her thumb even rubbing the top of his palm in comfort as she tries to usher it out of the way.\n\n\"Allow me to see the wound. You musn't remain injured.\" She states, slowly bringing her bright-eyed gaze up at him. As if pleading in a hope for him to understand and rationalize that the wound must be treated immediately." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "His eyes widen as her hand finds his and he stiffens, wincing as both his wound is twinged from his own movements and the shock of her skin upon his own sent a current of electricity arcing through his nervous system. Every cell he had felt alive and burned, and his heart seemed to kickstart a moment. Life or death combat? No problem. \n\nA stranger he'd just met touching his hand so softly? Major heart attack. \n\nEven in their smaller sizes, she'd find his body was like iron. Tugging on his arm would feel like tugging on an ancient oak- pointless. She could have sooner moved a boulder with her pinky then moved his arm had she wanted to, he was just that overwhelmingly strong. \n\nHowever as her thumb caressed his skin, it was as if it were a magic spell that forced the hand to move and obey. Soon the wound was visible, a few inch thick gash that ran from his stomach to his side. Perhaps the strangest thing about it was that it already looked infected, with purple around the edges of the cut upon his skin. \n\nHis eyes flicked down and met hers, and oh what a sight her eyes were. He seemed to get lost, hopelessly so, as the two looked at each other. His lips parted and his expression was confused, nervous and his head tilted towards hers only the slightest bit... But then he looked away. \n\n\"Fine.\" He grunted." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "At first Esme frowns to the resistance. She has dealt with a great deal of many stubborn warriors, warriors who believed their strength to rival that of the old gods. Even now, when faces before the child of one. She is reminded a man's pride knows no bounds. But their ability to conceded when shown sincerity knows no bounds either. Bickering has proven nothing in the past and she had no intention of doing so even if he had disagreed.\n\nHer hand still set upon his. As it falls from the wound, so does her as it remains gripped. Providing comfort is just as important as fixing the wound, another skill Esme has learned. Before she finally pulls her hand away, she gives it a light squeeze as her eyes remained glued to the cut now. It's deeper than she would like, sickly even. Part of her wishes Noctis was not brought along. Quests like this are often ones she embarks on her own. These are woods that she has long vowed to protect among many other things. It is no one else's duty but her own.\n\n\"You will feel a sting, but it will get better.\" She soothes as she pulls towards Noctis.\n\nShe is careful in moving the cloth away from the wound. It looks worse than she realized and part of her wonders if their claws are poisoned. Maybe not poisoned but this energy is not good and it coats them equal to a poison on a dagger. This causes Esme to click her teeth in frustration as she uses one hand to hold up the cloth and the other, now brought to Noctis' skin.\n\nHer touch is warm, maybe even embraced depending on how Noctis feels about it. Her fingertips spread and her palms now completely covering the gash. Esme closes her eyes as she begins to small chant of healing. She'll not only need to close the wound in attendance to it, but also rid him of this energy. Light coats her hands and arms, the air around her picking up as the weave playfully flows through her body and hair. It's warm, very warm. The warmth travelling from the wound to the neck, perhaps even the head. Then with a small gentle caress, Esme allows herself to be connected to the weave, and the weave to Noctis'. The smell of rosemary overwhelming, the song that Esme sung in the gardens this morning whispering in the wind. A lullaby of comfort, a lullaby of healing. It is like she is embracing him, surrounding Noctis' being and her breath just inches from his ear.\n\nUndoing the pain of time itself. The wound will then sting as the body is forced to magically repair itself. It as if small pricks of frost grow on the body, like winter to spring. It fades as it soon arrives and summer is back into bloom. The wound itself closed and the darkness pulled from it into Esme's palm. Her eyes ablaze in gold, glaring at the shadow orb before completely crushing it. A small shrill scream of agony is produced as it is destroyed, a common trait with darkness that she dispells. Then she finally pulls away, leaving the lingering sensation of her touch.\n\n\"Sorry, a moment.\" Esme whispers as she sets a hand on her forehead temporarily. No darkness can be truly destroyed. There will always be a part of the pain Esme takes herself. But the dizziness fades and the witch stands tall." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis was amazed to find he had to blink back tears, gritting his teeth as her magic surrounded him, embraced him, drowned him. He was sinking into a rosemary bliss, a cherry blossomed heaven and it was torture. It was agony to feel her touch his skin so gently, agony to know that this kindness had never been present in Emis touch. He could see now just how easily he'd been fooled, how hungry for the one thing he'd wanted he'd been and how easily that hunger had destroyed him.\n\nDestroyed, destroying. You're a destroyer Noctis. You lost the right to want this after the first innocent death by your hands. A voice, his voice but cruel, twisted and hateful. A voice he'd never heard before but yet was sure was his own. Where the hell had it come from. The voice screamed in rage and fear and then suddenly it winked out as her light flooded him, and he looked down to see the dark orb being destroyed. As she seems to experience some backlash, his own hands gently find her elbows and offer her support. His touch is light but firm, a gentle but unshakeable foundation for her to lean on if for only a moment. As she straightens up so to do his hands come away and he raises his shirt up. All that would be there was the smooth planes of muscle, no scars. He'd only ever gotten one scar. \n\n\"You okay?\" He asks, his voice softer. Without realizing, his eyes were silver once more, the grey gone. There was concern in his voice, genuine and true, for the moment entirely forgetful that he'd convinced himself to shatter her image in his mind. They stood only a foot apart, so close he could but lean and touch her, gazing down at her with a furrowed brow." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"I am quite alright.\"\n\nEsme brings her gaze back up, the witch's traditional smile returning as she beams in radiance. The weave around her lessens and the girl can be seen breathing softly. Her hands clasped together in front of her, it's as if Esme hadn't been affected at all. Temporary side effects, ones that can be ignored. What type of healer would she be if she faltered after each time anyways?\n\n\"You need not worry for me. It's simply been a few months since I last destroyed corruption. I will be fine.\"\n\nThere seems to be no hint of trouble on her. If anything, Esme looks completely normal. Though her eyes do trail down, seeing the lack of scar and giving a sigh of relief as she closes her eyes. Even if it is expected with her magic. Esme worries all the same each time she casts. She can heal at the snap of the fingers, efficient and quick. But there will always be that concern of lasting effects. Trailing up her gaze, she can see that Noctis seems normal. In fact, she sees that returning light in his eyes as a sign that he is okay. Which causes her to theorize that the reason he was so distant prior was because he was unnerved.\n\n\"If you have any strong feelings or sense. Let me know immediately. You can never be too sure.\" She says, her voice still lingering... That lullaby still playing yet it seems Esme herself cannot hear it. Even as she pulls away to allow them space, the rosemary scent remains. It is as if they are just centimeters apart yet she now stands a few feet away." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"I-\" He cuts himself off. He doesn't have strong feelings, she's just pretty. She's just pretty, that was it. She was a very beautiful woman and he'd been asleep for two thousand years, it was just a chemical reaction to him meeting a woman he was attracted to. There was nothing more to it. That was believable, understandable even. \n\n\"Sure, I'll let you know.\" He finally says, his hands twitching as she moves away as if he wishes to draw her back. Taking a deep breath, fine with letting her think he's trying to calm his nerves, he takes in her scent to hold in his lungs for just a few more moments. He'd fought scourges of evil before, he'd wandered into the lands beyond where the sun never rose and the ground whispered all the ways you'd die. \n\nHe'd faced children of Titanos and children of the magic mother, been thrown like a rag doll and had meteors dropped on him. He'd survived all of that but one pretty witch fucked him up so royally he felt like a child in the presence of giants. \n\n\"Fuck me.\" He mutters aloud, and then clears his throat. \"Come on, let's get moving. See you in less than an hour.\" He'd say to the hole and the Pukwudgies orange hair would pop out and he'd nod, offering an awkward thumbs up before going back to playing cats cradle. \n\nEnhancing his senses, he crept out of the room and led them towards a large tunnel entrance. It was dark, and he paused. \n\n\"Hold my hand. It'll be dark, and we shouldn't use any light. I can get around the dark fine.\" He said and held his hand out for her to take. Whether or not she did, he'd shut off his sense of sight entirely and allocate those \"Stats\" To his sense of hearing and touch. It was a way to navigate the dark as well as the day, a useful trick of his enhancement magic. His long slender fingers if taken would twine with hers to secure the grip, and his touch would be gentle if a bit hesitant around the fingertips." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Being observant has it's perks. Esme may not be a mind reading but she can still tell something is off. Is he... Frustrated? Noctis is jittery and the more she ponders over it, the more it makes no sense. He is a man that has fought wars and likely been in way worse situations. So this shouldn't be anything that would invoke fear or uncertainty. She may be naive but she is not blind.\n\n\"Okay.\" Esme mumbles as she starts to follow beside him.\n\nWas his cursing a lashing out? Esme doesn't know but she cannot ponder over this. Her mind needs to be focused on keeping themselves alive and stopping this problem. The blood of the creatures they pass oozes with foul energy and at first, Esme is worried about it seeping into the ground. Which is exactly why she raises a hand and up sprout the small start of seeds. Of course they're a lot bigger now given their tiny size.\n\n\"Let's hope this cavern is not too big.\" She grumbles, already unhappy of the thought of possibly going into a cave maze.\n\n\"Bring buried alive is not my preference. I'd rather pass on the seaside, overlooking the setting sun where the colors of the sky dance warm. To be a memory left down by the sea... To be left in my final thoughts and mine alone- oh this is grim, sorry.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Oh no please do go on, not all the time someone writes their obituary out for you early. Yes, I can see the bards singing it now.\" He whispers back, his hand gently holding hers as he guides them through the dark. \n\n\"The demigod who passed through legend, born and rose again, did travel to the witches home in hopes to find a friend, but then she got him buried alive and he was suddenly dead.\" He sing whispers, chuckling darkly. The tunnel stretched out in front of them, but by the echoes of their whispers he determined that after about five minutes they'd indeed come out into a cavern. What lay within that cavern... He wasn't eager to know. \n\n\"Never pictured you wanting to be by the seaside. I suspect you'll get to visit it with me, I have a companion who's life is bound to it.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "In most situations, Esme would have long separated herself physically from anyone. But she is still human and the darkness is not kind to her. She can shine brighter than the stars but her light does not exactly transfer to her eyesight. It's a miracle she isn't tripping on her own feet given her boots. So using Noctis as a pseudo-crutch is most preferred. She even grips her hand tighter as her gaze flickers around to try and make out whatever details she can. The smell is horrid but it is at least muted thanks to Noctis' presence.\n\n\"My intention is to not allow you to perish here.\" She feigns a dramatic and offended sigh. Playing around only briefly before she falls silent again.\n\"The seaside is beautiful, I have been only once... I think...\"\n\nThen Esme falls silent as if the memory had escaped her mid conversation. Did she even visit it? Or was it a mere dream, many visions from the weave that have held hidden meanings behind them. Her sight flickers and with a shake of her head, she suppresses her concerns. Nervously chuckling as they walk, now attempting to change subject. She doesn't remember how she got the desire to visit it or even why. Yet the thought alone calls to her and no matter how hard she tries, Esme cannot completely ignore it.\n\n\"I wonder if the creatures we seen were mere grubs. I worry for what their ruler will be.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Just let me take point and you cover with your magic, I'm sure we will be fine. If I had Ebony this wouldn't be half of an issue.\" He said in an almost grumble. His enchanted longsword was a powerful sword that could cut stone as easily as it might paper without ever damaging its edge. It would have been more than enough to strike both creatures down safely. Now however he was forced to rely on Esmes magical abilities which he could admit so far were considerable. \n\n\"I've always wanted to fly.\" He says suddenly, thinking of her comments on the sea. \"I learned to float, but flying with wind magic is much harder. Still, something about the way birds just... Drift so lazily up there in circles. Would be nice wouldnt it?\" He muses before laughing. \n\n\"You can turn into a bird, of course you know. What's it like? Tell me.\" He says, turning so they're standing face to face. In the pitch black and with his blindness neither can see each other, but boths proximity would nearly erase the putrid smell for the moment until they continued. \n\nHe was pausing to get a count of creatures without striking alarm, he could hear shifting footsteps within the cavern, at least five... And there was something else, he couldn't figure out what. A puzzle piece was missing." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Understood, tread carefully please.\" Esme nods.\n\nThough is no place to discuss dreams and desires. Esme can at least appreciate the willingness to discuss them. Even in a gloom situation, there is a childlike wonder that comes from it. One that she can appreciate and helps in regards to keeping a good outlook about this situation. Only two beasts have been felled, they are timed and there can be armies down here. If that were the case... No, it's best not to think about. Beach sides and flight, beach sides and flight.\n\n\"It is a lovely thing.\" Esme admits, giving a nod as she cannot help but smile.\n\"The world is ever expanding, the view from above is truly freeing... It makes you feel... True bliss. I get a sensation that does not stop, an eternal longing... A deepness in your chest that can never be filled yet you crave more... Truly living in the moment with yourself and the sky.\"\n\nEsme doesn't realize that she is describing love. Clutching her chest, the girl cannot stop smiling. She is a songbird, free... At least she can experience it in small bursts. The witch has obligations. She cannot love, she cannot take mana for herself and most importantly she cannot truly bond. Yet with the sky, she can experience all three. Her orbs fill with dreams and she cannot help but feel the pain in her cheeks. To be up there again... What she would give right now to fly.\n\n\"Words cannot describe it, I just can only wish to fly with-\" She suddenly stops whispering as she hears footsteps. Her gaze slowly shifts towards Noctis and then she gives a nod. Letting him know that she is at the ready." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis could Hear Her smile, it was so evident in his voice and he couldn't see it. The very idea that he was missing something like that hurt so terribly in his chest that he nearly blew their cover just to create light to see it. Yet he hadn't lost his mind that far, but perhaps he was close. As she was finishing speaking, before that beam could fade from her face, his hand came up and cupped her cheek- wanting to feel how it curved into a smile. \n\nEverything she said seemed to ring like a bell within his head and then echo again in his chest, flooding his body with warmth. He'd pushed this topic to keep morale up. He'd fought denizens of the dark before, they grew stronger and you weaker when you felt fear and hate, but positive emotions had the reverse effect. \n\nWith a shock he realized what he'd done- his hand coming to rest on her face just as she was about to react to the footsteps. When she did he jerked his hand from her face and cleared his throat. Hopefully she wouldn't ask for an explanation, ever. He'd likely be spared any immediate questions. \n\n\"Okay, we have the jump on them. I'm blind right now, but these creatures I think have dark sight. When we get to the entrance I want you to create as bright of a light as possible- and then prepare to cleanse again. I'm going to try and blitz the first of them, it's near the entrance. There's two to the right, one on the far left and a final one across the room. There's something in the very center of the cavern... A pit or a whole or something. Pick a target and I'll make sure nothing gets to you.\" He whispers fiercely and quickly to her, leaning close to her so only she will catch it, before pulling her along by the hand to the mouth of the cavern where a creature can be heard sniffing the air, detecting something off. It was now or never- he let go of her hand to allow her to cast." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Pained with the muscles in her face, suddenly Esme's eyes go wide. As she exchanges a glance over with Noctis. The witch falls speechless, her smile promptly dropping as she is caught by surprise. Practically frozen, she does not even get a chance to react as Noctis is quick to pull away. This causes her not to speak up in general. As the many why's swim in her head, whispering in her ears as she cannot understand his actions. Is it happening again? Esme wonders... Just how many of suitors became enamored? How many made claims of conquest, to subdue the witch and call her their own? All have failed but these attempts have never been good. They have lead to heartbreak and Esme feeling pity despite their illogical actions.\n\nSo she hopes that Noctis is not the same... Otherwise... Flash imagery of a purple sky, darkened clouds and rain. Without realizing it, Esme reaches up to touch her cheek. Perhaps to Noctis she may just be flustered, typical of Esme. But to the witch, she can feel each droplet on her face. No, it is time to push those hazed memories again... Then a voice.\n\n*Esme...* It whispers, oh mother sweet mother.\n\nA moment of bliss shortly ended, Esme becomes completely focused on surviving. Dreams of flight must wait until after. Internalizing the orders, Esme is already at the ready to jump on short notice. Creating light was one of the first things she had learned to do as a young witch. To take energy, rile it up to have a reaction thus light was born. Of course at that time there were very few of her sisters who passed the first trial and even fewer who were able to properly cast the light. A small orb is created in her hand, reminiscent of the first orb she had ever made with the other children surrounding her... The curiousity, the envy and the amazement. Now it is to be used for a different meaning and as her palm is closed, snuffing out the tiny light. Esme can put the past behind her.\n\n\"I am ready. Be careful. We do not know the effects of this darkness and you are not immune from falling corrupt.\"\n\nShe then stands proud, still behind and waiting for the first signal. She will attack the backline so that Noctis will not be surrounded." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Now!\" He'd hiss and when she released the light, he'd dash forward as all five creatures would hiss in fury at the sudden appearance of light. Their night attuned eyes being suddenly flooded with that much light would virtually blind them for a few moments, causing them to stagger around. Noctis didn't hesitate and dashed forward, uppercutting the first and feel his bones creak against their rock hair skin but not break. As it's head whipped back, he thrust with his shortsword and merely pierced its eye. \n\nPushing the attack before it could recover, he dodged two blind swipes and moved behind it, wrenching it back by a horn protruding from its head to stab the shortsword into its mouth as he had the one before. He'd killed it and managed to avoid being slashed this time. \n\nHowever he was now being rush by one from either side. Wrenching the blade free, he threw the dead body at one of them causing it to go down in a flurry of feet and arms, and spun to strike the other in the head with the flat of the blade and knock it sideways into the dirt. \n\nFlames leapt into existence around his head and his eyesight returned, and he was suddenly attack by the three closest, the final creature in the back was different however. \n\nThe same size as the others, this one had a long black tail with a spear like tip. The tip quivered and seemed to be following Noctis' movements as he dodged, slashed, blocked and parried. \n\nA keen eye would notice that the tail behind the blade like tip was bulging and getting wider, building up air, building up... Pressure... It was going to Fire The spear tip right at Noctis who was distracted with three assailants and entirely unaware of the danger." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "After Esme ignites the room in light, she is quick to follow up with Noctis' initial rush. Her hurried steps move towards him, standing close enough as she is able to see a bigger scope of the area than he is given his predicament. Where as once she spoke in common speak, she now completely reverts to her mother tongue to cast spells. Her voice is deeper, aggressive and the runes around her body start to glow as she scowls in front of her.\n\n\"Val'te thulum!\" Esme commands.\n\nWhere as the bolt cold be uttered in a small whisper. She now has to cast a full incantation to command forth such power. The ground around her shakes and without a seconds notice. The earth begins to split into two. It's dangerous given they are underground. But she cannot chance Noctis getting mortally injured. Thus, she casts the spell: Rupture.\n\nEarthen molds begin to spike up, perhaps even catching one of the three that surrounds Noctis off guard as the magic is sent forwards towards... Well what she thinks to be one of the bigger goonies. It is laced in radiance, and as the ground splits. These same crystaline spikes attempt to make their way towards their intended target. To change the light blue of the ends to a deepened red... Or black depending on how they bleed.\n\n\"Strike when they are staggered!\" Esme gasps out as her palm extends out, her grimoire floating now ready to cast another spell." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "The smaller creatures with blade like fingers all scatter as the spell comes towards them, one of them being struck in the shoulder and knock off balance- and Noctis pounces as soon as he sees a weakness. He looks more akin to a feral animal, pouncing and wrenching the creatures mouth open to stab into its brain. \n\nThe one that would have shot Noctis misses, the spear tip instead impaling into the wall only a few feet from Esmes chest. The creature with the tail manages to dodge the spells attack for the most part, getting grazed on the leg, and scrambles to the side. It's tail shudders and another spear like tip grows out of the hole left behind by the previous blade. \n\nAir bulges once again in the tail as it aims at Esme this time, determining her to be the bigger threat. \n\nNoctis now uses some of the protruding spikes to put between him and the remaining two, always however keeping himself between Esme and the two with bladed fingers. \n\nThe tail shooter fires the spear tip at Esme however, the point flying towards her chest unless she can dodge it or deflect it with magic. \n\n\"Esme!\" Noctis shouts as he finally notices at the last moment the bulging tail- when it's fired off he's distracted just long enough to be caught by a back hand that luckily doesn't cut him- but knocks him onto his ass, forcing him to furiously go on the defensive as they try to pounce on him." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme has had her eyes glued on the creature since the moment they stepped foot in the entry way. She is no rogue that can flip out of any ounce of danger, nor is she a large warrior whose constitution can rival the gods. No, she relies on magic to get what she needs done and with the crystalline spikes already grown. Instead of using the spell offensively, she switches her tactics to defensive. With a graceful motion, drawing an elipse with her pointed foot. The earthen magic follows point, raising a minor wall to take the projectile before it shatters completely.\n\nWith a deep breath, Esme is aware she will need to be cautious on how she spends her energy from here on out. Rupture will not be able to be used again so quickly and if she is to avoid any further attacks, then she must rely on her other talents.\n\nNow sidestepping to put some distance between herself and the creatures on Noctis. She decides the ranged user must be dealt with immediately. But now he has put himself in her direct line of fire. No problem, she can switch targets. Her focus then returns to the other two melee users. Her heels clicking twice as she readies another energy bolt. Magic cackling off of her body like electric sparks, overloaded and ready to be unleashed. Her eyes a faint shade of crimson, mimicking the dawning sun. Her casting can leave her vulnerable, but it is a risk she must now take after avoiding a possible lethal blow. So long as Esme can heal, then it matters not how many times she is struck." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Managing to roll away from the onslaught, Noctis scrambles to his feet and kicks a creature backwards away from him. \n\n\"Switch!\" He calls, and he charges at one of the creatures. It ducks low and clamps it's jaws shut, having seen the tricks Noctis has used on its fallen brethren. However instead he jumped and landed on its head, launching himself off of it and stunning it, instead aiming for the creature with a tail. \n\nOne creature chased after Noctis and the other staggered around stunned, primed for a bolt to take it out as Noctis landed in front of the one with the deadly tail. Instead of shooting the bladed tip out however, it lashed at him like a whip with a loud crack. He managed to roll to avoid the first and block the second, but it struck so fast that it was obvious it would overwhelm him in time- and the third creature that was still alive and not stunned was creeping up behind him." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "To attack the already faltering one for a kill for her own or to save Noctis. Esme will always prioritize the safety of others and her special abilities in the weave show her the different outcomes.\n\nAs if time stops for a moment, the world becoming grey. Esme can see the creature rushing forward just as she shoots a bolt at the other. But Noctis takes a nasty blow to the back. No, he doesn't die. Esme can see this much in this brief vision of woe. He will be injured and even if he is able to quickly recover. Who is to say that the creature with the tail will not seize the oppurtnity.\n\nThe a vision of will, to send a bolt flying forward and thwart the plans of the stalker. There is no second thought as the grey around the world completely fades and time resumes for Esme. Her body is promptly turned towards the stalker, shooting the bolt directly at the beast to cover for Noctis. She will not let him get severely hurt, not here.\n\nBut was it the right move?\n\nSuch visions only show a small fraction of a bigger picture. Esme could have just bought time for the already weakened one to recover. But with her natural wit and quick thinking, she assumes they can react better to one that is already injured rather than a creature who is completely healthy. The witch, now running forward, begins her second incantation to cast another energy bolt. She needs to keep close to Noctis just in case something happens. Esme is no fool and she is aware she is opened up due to her casting choice. She can just hope that the creature will take too long to regain its strength and adrenaline to bolster up and attack her." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "The bolt strikes the stalker true and with a screech the cleansing light magic sears the corruption from it, leaving it nothing but a smoking husk. With that Noctis is able to stand his ground against the whip like creature by igniting his shortsword, the blade becoming wreathed in flames and causing the creature to shrink back. Pressing the attack, he's forced to stay focused on his opponent while the other creature... \n\nWell it was only kicked in the head, and these creatures were resilient. As Esme rushes towards Noctis, the creature notices her and begins to charge her on all fours. It's body is wiry, covered in jagged black spikes and it's blade like fingers coated in that black substance that Bukka had warned them against. It's teeth gnashed and it's red eyes honed in on her, it could taste her, it would rip her flesh and drink her life away. \n\nIt lunged itself through the air as she was speaking her incantation. That was when the flaming shortsword was thrown across the cavern and knocked the creature off course, giving Esme time to finish her incantation. Noctis had thrown his only weapon across the room to defend Esme. \n\nNow weaponless, he managed to sidestep the creatures tail strike and grabbed the appendage, but this would prove a terrible error. The tail twisted and wrapped around his arm and he used his inhuman strength to kick it and try to knock it away- but the creature lost its footing and stumbled too far. It fell backwards into a pit, the large pit that Noctis had mentioned before and with its tail wrapped around Noctis, it dragged him with it. \n\n\"Shit!\" Noctis shouted, and as he fell his silver eyes found Esme. Just as his head went over the edge and he was lost to the darkness, he flashed her an encouraging smile... And was gone. \n\nEsme was left alone with the final creature, which was slowly recovering from being hit by the flaming shortsword. It snarled and bared it's teeth at the witch." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme gasps as the sword is pierced into the monster that had charged after her. Quickly looking over her shoulder at it's now wounded body. The other part of the future that her visions did not show her. Of course, she should have known better. There is always an equal exchange, even in fate. Nothing is ever certain when you have mere seconds of a possibility before you rather than a full story. Still, she is grateful for Noctis' quick thinking but upon realizing that the sword is here with her...\n\n\"Oh no...\" She suddenly gasps, whipping her head in the direction of Noctis as the creature takes an oppurtunity.\n\nShe doesn't have time to react and her spell needs a proper incantation to cast. Her teeth grit and her body tense. As Noctis is but a mere flash of a vision before her, in blink of an eye he is gone. Then she hears the slow snarling rising from behind her. Slowly she turns around feeling great despair as the two have been separated. Her brow tilted down as she grows enraged. The flaming blade at her fingertips, kneeling down and grabbing hold of it. A hilt that had not been touched in so long.\n\n\"You hold it just like this Esme.\" A mysterious voice tells her in the back of her head. A deeper but gentle voice of a man who she does not know yet... There is a calling within for her to remember. The smell of the sea side, then laughter. As her breathing becomes stable, the witch holds out the blade. She can feel a warmth on her back, a beating heart and two larger hands clasped over her own.\n\n*Focus!* Suddenly the voice of 'mother' commands and Esme is sent rushing forwards, the vision of what could have been answers fading as quickly as it came. The tip of the sword slices against and partially through the ground as she drags it up, charging at the very beast that had once charged her. Her grip firm, she then lets out a battle cry as she tries to swing the blade down while it is still stunned.\n\nYet in the back of her mind, she screams. Not out of fear for her own life. But out of the fear that Noctis could meet his end, a demigod felled due to her own incompetence. The world is silence for all but the sound of her own breathing and the laughter she heard prior. As mysterious as it is, is promptly replaced with the laughter of the raven-haired man. The one who she had visions of prior before their initial meeting." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Driven by some supernatural power, the blade cleanly slices through the body and cleaves it in two. The darkness seeps out of it and is burned away by the demigods fire which after a moment, flickers out of existence. The cavern is quiet and empty, no noises escape from the pit and the darkness becomes heavy. There's a dripping sound, followed by quiet and hateful whispers. \n\n\"Beware the black blood.\" \n\nFour dead bodies, one missing creature, one missing demigod and a witch. \n\nThere are no beds in here or campfire, however there is a pile of bones- mouse bones to be exact. There are also some Pukwudgie spears and bows tossed into a corner, as well as an old dusty crate. \n\nIf Esme creates light, she will see that there is are also two tunnels, one that goes upwards and one that slopes down on the other end of the room where the shooter had initially been. \n\nLastly, near her feet would be a healing potion. It seemed Noctis had managed to pull it out and throw it towards her in case she'd been wounded by the creature." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As the creature is cleaved, Esme has to take a moment to catch her breath. Though she dares not to take long as she kneels down, grabbing the healing potion and rushing towards the hole he had fallen into. With every step she takes, her magic heightened by emotion she had worked for years to conceal. Now sprouts tiny buds. If she wasn't so tiny, they would have grown into proper flowers. She is careful not to even step on the blood, being away of the iron she holds as she doesn't even want to chance any of the blood getting on it. She moves cautiously, hovering a hand over the flat end of the blade to make sure it is properly purified as she looks into the pit.\n\n\"Noctis?\" She hesitantly calls, afraid of attracted more unwanted attention.\n\nShe needs to hear him call back. The thought of progressing doesn't cross her mind. Her new objective is to find him and once that is done, they can choose to continue or retreat. But what is most important is that it is a decision that they come to together.\n\n\"Noctis!\" Esme calls out a bit louder with a hint of desperation in her voice.\n\nThe bones do not phase her, not even the smell anymore. What does have her concerned is that he could be severely injured with no way of Esme being able to reach him. The light in her hand flutters as her magic attempts to spike. But she has trained for this. Esme can be worried, she can be concerned. But she must not panic. So she waits, pleading mentally that she will receive an answer." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Noctis!\" \n\n\"Noctis!\" Running through the snow, the ten year old giggled as his mother chased after him with a smile on her face. They were playing foxes and rabbits, and today he was going to win. He'd make her say she gives up and they'd go home and eat stew, carve figures to go gift the giant friends and chase willow wisps at night. \n\n\"Wake my son.\" \n\nSinking, sinking- no, running, yes. \n\nThrough the snow, ducking beneath a tree to avoid her line of sight. Forming a snowball he exploded out from behind. \n\nThe creatures tail lashed at him and he fought, gripping it just beneath the blade and pushing it- \n\n\"Gotcha!\" His mother shouted and tackled her son into the snow, the pair laughing. As Noctis wriggled free and his head broke the thick snow, his eyes fell on a woman with pink hair and eyes flashing like the sun at dawn, freckles upon her face. She was so beautiful. Why was she here, was she calling his name? \n\nBlack blood filled the pool as the creature died, black blood flooded his lungs- burning, screaming. Push, swim, fight. What was her name? \n\nSitting beneath the stars, they ate their stew in happy silence and watched the first wisps come out to play, a parade of sprites left the woods and headed to a ring of toadstools. \n\n\"I saw a woman today mom. She looked like a sunset.\" \n\n\"Oh yeah?\" She said with a laugh. \"Maybe she's a wicked witch from the woods. They snatch the hearts of pretty boys like you away and never give them back.\" She teased, nudging him. \n\n\"Oh really? Well she can keep mine.\" He said, grinning even as she boxed his ears with a barking laugh. \n\n\nNoctis crawled from the pool only halfway before his sore muscles and bones gave way. He collapsed into the mud, whispers flooding his mind, the World dark, dark. \n\n\"Noctis!\" Her voice was barely an echo of an echo, and his final thought before passing out was just how much he would have liked to see that smile she'd had in the tunnel. \n\n- - - - \n\nNo response came, no noise. Just the eve\n\nR hateful whispers. If she listened close, she could hear some of their words. \n\n\"Dead, long dead. Dead like the rest. - we hunger. Abandoned again. Lead them to their doom. Fault. R faul-\"\n\nYou're alone now, Esme. Two tunnels, a dark pit and a room full of death." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "While Noctis remains trapped within his own conscious, Esme holds her breath to the silence that surrounds her. The whispers become like screams, piercing her ears like daggers that threaten to dig into her. Searing and hot, ignited in flame and insufferable. Her pulse quickens and her breathing becomes rapid. Then she stops again, this time, her eyes slowly opening as she tightens her grip around the blade.\n\nShe could turn around, hope that Noctis will be strong enough to get out. Yes, that is what the Twilight witch should do. He has a duty and if one is sacrificed for a greater good, then the choice should be quite obvious. Whatever lays in wait for her there, shall not cast darkness on the rising light that is Esme. She is a truth-sayer, a vice against the unnatural, the light that show cause she shadows to where they belong. That is her promise, that is her obligation. Her face expressionless, her breathing rocking steady now as she looks down into the drop.\n\n\"I am sorry... But I have made a promise...\" She whispers under her breath, but to whom or to what?\n\nSo the decision is made and Esme takes a single step back. She does not waver nor does she seem hesitant in her choice. The blade held close and the witch gives a proper tip of the hat. For she has an obligation-\n\n\"To your safety.\" Esme declares as she then rushes forwards, taking a leap before she fades into a bundle of feathers. Out comes a beautiful songbird who's feathers shimmer and iridescent opal. Each one is like a gem, made to perfection and the light radiates off of her body. Illuminating the darkness down as she tucks in her wings. Years she has spent flying above, to soar into the light. Yet for the first time, she dives beak first into the darkness.\n\nPraying Noctis can hear her... The songbird sings. The song she hummed when she strolled down the streets of Marsalus, the song she danced to in front of the moonlit lake, the song she playfully hummed with Sweet Tooth in the morning... The song she had been singing to Noctis in the middle of the night when he had slept. He may not have been aware but she had kept watch. At first out of an initial concern which turned into curiosity. Such actions that were not admited yet hinted to by the probable familiarity of the tune she had been singing since he woke. It is as if the song bird is calling out to him and she will not stop until he is found.*" } ]	377.5	16,398
437.578947	2023-12-07	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Goodbye Mom.\" Noctis said as he threw the last dirt on her grave, the cold wind whipping at his exposed neck and ankles. His raven hair fluttered around his face, his silver eyes gazing at the grave which already had begun to gain a light blanket of snow. The sickness had slowly been taking her for the past year, that morning he'd woken to a sight that had not been unexpected but had hurt all the same. As he stood there at the very peak upon the tallest mountain of Forstead, he gazed out over the white and broken landscape- a deep sorrow sat upon his heart. Then as if the sun had broken out from behind the darkest clouds, a song rang out across the mountain peaks. It was strangely familiar, it made him feel safe, it made his heart ache for something he knew he'd never had.\n\nAs her light illuminated the pit, she'd see the walls all covered with that same black substance, hissing and repulsing back from the light. There was something far below, rippling and dark. She grew closer and closer to it. \n\nSuddenly Noctis was not twelve, but a man, gazing out at the songbird that flew overhead. What had her name been? Hair as pink as cherry blossoms, eyes that made him melt and a smile so radiant that it could rival the moon. The sun didn't fit, because you couldn't stare at the sun- but you could stare at her smile. Name... Name... Who was she? He reached his hand out but she was so far, too far. Suddenly there was crunching footsteps and he turned, Emi approached him with a smile on her face. \n\nFurther down now she dived, and as she did and put herself into her song, his voice would radiate out from the walls. \n\n\"There's still so much of you I need.\" The walls whispered that he was just like the rest, think of his touch upon her face in the dark- he'd wanted to take her in the dark like everyone else. He was a demigod, he was beautiful, she was a witch and he'd only come through the haze to conquer. \"He's the protegee of The Conqueror. He will ruin you just lik\n\nE his master ruined Aeterna.\" She could turn away, cleanse this place, leave him to die. \n\nEmi embraced him, whispering how sorry she was. Noctis` head felt fuzzy, he could let go and go back to what felt easy, have a lover, he could report back to Scipio. Thats where he was now, right? He nearly hugged her back when he heard that song again, faint but there. What had been her name? He'd wanted to see her smile. \n\nAs Esme entered the bottom of the pit, she'd see Noctis had fallen into a pool of the black blood and had crawled halfway out, he was laying still upon a bank of black rock." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As she releases the pull of her wings to go into a glide, Esme shows little emotion in her bird eyes. She knew their 'relationship', if it can even be considered one, was purely transactional. Everyone she meets, it is an exchange. From petty thief, to she dare say a murderer, to a kind soul, Esme will treat all the same. No blood shall be spilled on her hands, not on her watch. Justice? It is not her place to invoke it nor is it her place to act as executioner either. She is vigilant, a healer and to be a true healer is one of the worlds hardest things. In mere seconds something can break. But it can take an eternity to fix what was destroyed. So where is the room in judgement in that?\n\nThe darkness begins to fall on deaf ears. Mortal emotions, she has them. But Esme has long abandoned selfish tendencies. Whatever the reason, betrayal or kindness... Esme cares very little for. She simply has one promise, there is no room for doubt in her eyes. He will be safe, Noctis will return. No one can ruin the Twilight Witch unless she indulges in her own demise on her own time.\n\n\"You underestimate my willpower. Pity.\" Esme thinks, almost pseudo-telepathically to the darkness.\n\nThen she sees him and the songbird sings louder to drown out the whispers. Her feathers brighter than ever before and as she makes a dive towards the rock. It is not a witch with a comically large hat. It is not a potion but rather the same woman who danced on the lakeside. Except her attire is different. It is loose, white as it was before and elven. The blade clamoring to her side as her new robes hang off the shoulders, daring to fall off if not held up by golden clamps and chains. The base of the dress made out of the same white feathers as the songbird, though larger. Her eyes golden and her hair transforming a bright pinkish-white as it sprawls wide, like stars it sparks and sways like a slow moving river. Feathers drape from her shoulders like a cloak and the scent of rosemary covers the cavern.\n\nEsme will fight this darkness and in doing so, she begins to pull Noctis out so that the rest of his body is out of the blackened pool. Esme takes a deep breath in and gently she cusps his cheeks. Pulling his head upon her lap as she leans down. Speaking an old elven chant of rebirth, to undo the wheels of fate... To call upon 'Will' to undo the 'Woe' of this event. A great flurry of of energy surrounds the two and the witch pulls herself closer to the man she carresses.\n\n\"Stay with me... Noctis.\" Her voice equally ethereal as her appearance. Her face drawing close, her soft lips just inches from his as she breathes in the light of life. Intending to cleanse him of the darkness by any means necessary.\n\"They will not take you.\" Her voice whispers like a sweet caress of a maiden who wakes beside you during summers eve. Her touch electrifying, sweet. So close to a kiss yet so far, like a dream that cannot be caught." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖘 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘, 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖓.\" \n\nThe voice of Masculo had spoken to him once when he was on the doorstep of death, his father had come to him then and wrapped him in his armor. After that he'd been his fathers favorite, perhaps his only and he'd glimmered like the morning star in a war that should have ended all wars. When the blood of gods and men and beasts and all the races of Aeterna flowed so freely an ocean could have formed of it. \n\nYet... He'd awoken in a strange new time and not heard even a whisper of his fathers voice. He had been abandoned by his family, his friends and so it felt, forsaken by time. Why not just stop? Give in and end the fighting, the struggles, the schemes. Perhaps he would know what happened to Scipio once he arrived upon the fields of death. He was tired, as if he'd been awake and thrashing all 2000 years he'd been asleep. So why then was there some part of him still clinging? \n\nShhhckkk. The sting of the blade sliding into his gut as this ethereal Emi hugged him became a wildfire and as she faded into a glowing red mist- he gazed down at the dagger sticking from his stomach. All he had to do was fall, if his knees buckled now he'd fall over the cliff and it would be over. \n\nAnd the song came again, and he felt warmth brush across his lips and face. There was light billowing inside him- but the dagger wound was blocking it. Whispers swirled around him and he felt his knees tremble, strength fading from him as he watched that beautiful songbird flying so high above him. A name, a pretty name, familiar and yet not, a voice on the wind, in his dreams, a sensation of warmth and comfort and the scent of... Of Rosemary. Closing his eyes, he extended an arm out in this dream of his and hummed along with the song, picturing a woman dancing with cherry blossom hair, and he was her partner. Together they swept across the surface of a lake while her spiri\n\nTs watched and paraded past. \n\nThis would be a nice memory to go on, if he could but remember her name. \n\nNoctis' breaths became more ragged, slowing down as veins pushed against his skin and showed that they were slowly turning black. Yet perhaps the most peculiar thing she'd find is that he smiled as his death rattle began to emit and a word drifted from between lips that were turning blue. \n\n\"Esme..\" \n\nThat had been her name. He would have liked to ask her about flying again, about the song she sang and the sword she had, know why she wore such a firm mask- when she'd become a doll of a woman, why she'd made the promise. Valac, Sylvar, Esme... Scipio. So many unanswered questions. \n\nTime was almost at its end for him as he lay smiling in Esme's arms." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Is it not enough? Esme starts to wonder as her palms pulse with magic. As the warmth surrounds them, her face twists as she now begins to over exert herself. No, this cannot be cleansed with a simple healing spell and for a moment, Esme is caught between crossroads. Does she stop this foolish endeavor now? The time of the old gods and their children are over. The dragons reigned and begun to come to their end, it is a new era and as Noctis has said before. There is no place for him here.\n\nBut the witch does no believe that. There is no such thing as a 'place' in life. You are either alive or dead, waiting to be carried off into the next realms of which your spirit shall roam. Just how many spirits did Esme walk side by side with? Guiding them across the lake, guiding friend, foe and those unfamiliar to her. She need not add to it, memories are eternal yet she does not wish for this one to end so swiftly. This was a job she should have taken for herself. How foolish she was to allow anyone to enter these woods.\n\n*You should have known better girl.* The female voice scorns, as if telling the same warning again. *But you make it out to be stubborn, let it be another lesson.\n\n\"Stay with me...\" Esme continues to utter as she tries to breathe in the light of life again. But he is growing cold, oh so very cold.\n\"Stay with me!\" She gets louder, making a third attempt and then she hears her name and Esme yells it out for every soul in these old woods to hear.\n\nChains that once tightened around her neck and wrist begin to rust over and as she pushes forwards, they snap completely. Emotion driven now, there is nothing truly holding back Esme's magic. For better or for worse, with there being no limit. She can bless him with as much raw energy as she can. Her fingers lightly curl around the underside of his chin to lift his head into a better position. Esme pulling back briefly as she takes a deep breath. The runes that once formed on her skin now transforming into constellations that burn into it.\n\nWhat are you doing?!* The voice continues, enraged as she seems to somehow watch Esme give into foolish endeavors that she should not be doing.\n\nThen Esme pushes forwards, this time connecting her lips with Noctis' to truly give him the kiss of life. Forbidden it is as she sends forth as much magical energy as she can. A witch of two hundred years cannot dare to rival the power and magic of the gods. But she has long teetered forbidden aspects of the weave that mortals should not have access to, and she dares to draw on it now. Using every ounce of her aura to produce enough radiant healing so that Noctis may live. Whatever it is that he is dreaming, whatever it is that he is seeing. His time is not now, he must wait to pass on.\n\nA promise is meant to be kept, even if there will be due punishment for her actions. Esme will grow weakened, but it is a sacrifice worth making so long as a life is saved. She will recover in time, she always does. For she has the power to do so now whereas she did not in the past. Such mistakes will not be made again." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"If for no other reason I survive, I'll survive to ensure that you smile at the end of this.\" As her lips met his own, the words he'd spoken to her rang through his mind and shattered the image of the dream. There in the dark of that tunnel she had spoken of flying and she- no, NO! She'd been speaking of love, of life, of everything he'd been chasing since the day he'd left those cold mountains behind. \n\nSuddenly he was in another dream, an ever expanding field of dandelions and that songbird was flying above him, not so high now, lower, lower. He ran, he ran so fast that the wind called for him to wait. His long legs in full stride, the grass fingers brushing his legs as his hand outstretched for the songbird. Cherry blossom hair and a dance that made the spirits hum with contentment, a potion maker who was dedicated to the balance of things, a witch who kept her home nice and ready for guests even when none ever showed up- a girl who slightly burnt her toast when she made it. She had never been a doll, she was a bird who had been clipping her own wings to make sure nothing hurt her nest, she wasn't just some scared person afraid to feel- she could feel more than he'd ever let himself and still kept a smile on her face. \n\n\"I want...\" He panted, sprinting after that songbird as her magic caused lights to begin to flicker into existence around the room. The wails, whispers and shrieks of the black blood tried to fight back against her but suddenly there came a song from a grass pipe from high above at the top of the pit. Bukka the Pukwudgie was there, playing the music of spring and from Esme's magic came a melody of her song, magic coeleescing together as the darkness tried to surge forward sensing the danger. The black pool, the source of the dark, bubbled and a figure began to rise from it. \n\n\"I want to...\" He shouted to the songbird that flew ever lower, his fingertips brushing at her wings. The figure rose higher and Bukka played longer, Esme's song reverber\n\nAted off the walls and the lights appeared like stars in the night against the black blood and still the figure reached for the witch even as its form was burned by her might. \n\n\"I want to live! I want you to live and I want one of your smiles to be for me!\" He admitted finally, and with the last of his effort he leapt up to touch the songbird. There was a sudden shift in the weave as Noctis' eyes fluttered open, amber, golden like the vision she'd had. Not a kiss of desire, not a kiss of lust or passion- he kissed her back in an utter and total defiance of the dark, of the chains he'd wrapped around himself- defiance that she could never give him the smile he wanted. It was a scream to the aether of the world, a strike against the fabrics of fate and a warcry against the will of the gods. His fingers curled against her cheek and the Armor of Masculo enveloped them both, mixing with the pure and raw magic she was putting into him- the divine and ancient light of a demigod and a witch of twilight seared the figure of the black blood and burned it away, the pool, the walls. The glow began to fade and all that was left was the song of spring, a song of the future, a song of what was to come, a song that played at twilight when the day had not yet end and still a new one was on the horizon. \n\nHer name was Esme. The black retreated from his veins and the color returned to his skin slowly as the moment came to its end." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As the last bit of her healing magic is used, Esme's eyes squeeze shut as she can feel her body burn. Magic always takes a toll on it but magic use of this caliber expands past even her normal. One by one, the white fall from the dress, from her skin. Shedding themselves as Esme is too weakened to even keep such an ethereal form. This causes her to pull away after the kiss had been held for a few moments. Catching her body weight as she nearly falls to the side, slamming her palms into the ground to keep herself steady.\n\nWhile Noctis lay in her lap she pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as she is both physically and magically drained. Is there regret? Absolutely not. In fact, Esme has enough spirit in her even now to bare small pointed fangs, scowling at the remnants of the great dark. She knows this battle is not over, if the being is still alive it will likely just retreat from now. But her priority is still the safety of Noctis. She will fret over the other later.\n\nYet there is a deep pain in her chest. Her gaze dances around, her hands trembling as she tries to keep herself calm. It isn't just from the mana exhaustion. Esme feels as though she has crossed lines that she shouldn't have. What scares her is not that she is weakened, but that this sensation is... Familiar. For a moment in time, as rare as it is, the witch feels helpless and she despises it. Her hand is just barely able to pull the blade closer to her as to keep from losing it.\n\n\"You're going to live...\" Esme whispers as the air escapes her lungs as she remains panting, her head tilted back as her tired eyes look upwards. She isn't even aware on whether or not Noctis is conscious, what matters is that he is alive." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Well no thanks to you. Sitting around chasing smooches while I'm fighting off all the evil.\" He says in a raspy, exhausted voice. She looks terrible, beautiful, but the effect her magic had on her was severe. There was no doubt in his mind she'd not only saved his life, but banished this evil and made a severe sacrifice all at the same time. The gods themselves would marvel at the wonders this woman performed. His entire being was wracked with pain, an after effect of the very long fall, the battle with the creatures, the dark poison in his body and the use of his fathers avatar armor. He felt as if everything that he had in him was drained and yet, she'd done so much more. \n\nStruggling first to sit up, he'd then roll to his knees with a grunt of effort and then stagger to his feet. \n\n\"Is the danger gone?\" He asked, looking as if he were somehow both ready to fight and about to pass out. He wanted to thank her, to praise her, to worry- but already she was going through a lot. Something was in the air, she'd done something and the way she was sitting there. A pit of guilt formed in his stomach. He'd been weak and she'd been forced to save him. Now he truly owed her a life debt, one he doubted he could ever repay. \n\n\"We don't have much time Esme.\" He says softly, and he activates his Enhancement. \"I'll ask forgiveness later.\" He mumbles, and scoops her into his arms. Using the last dregs of his magical energy, he boosts his strength and leaps up, running along the wall and then jumping again twice until they were out of the pit. His mana reserves going quickly, he nodded at Bukka, both a thanks and a notice that they had to leave. The tunnels were rumbling, both from the force of the magic used and his strength which was not designed to be used in a small space like this one. Noctis carrying Esme and Bukka dashed down the tunnel until they reached the exit, the rooms trembling. \n\n\"Can you crawl?\" He asked her, his amber eyes fierce but it was evident he was running o" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Still attempting to catch her breath. Noctis' voice is like a ringing in the ears, muffled and easy to miss. When she brings her gaze to him finally, she forces a smile though weakened. Chasing smooches? Her lips part to say something, likely reject the notion in typical Esme fashion but she is too exhausted. Opting to just give a nod to his question as she swallows whatever she can as her throat has quickly gone dry.\n\n\"Yes, it's gone for now...\" She weakly pushes out.\n\nThe girl then gasps as she is grabbed. Again, she looks as though she is to protest. But even she is running empty. Not only does the ringing persist but the mana exhaustion would have normally knocked out any witch. In fact, this was more common than not when the younglings of the coven were trying to grow into their wings. Days, weeks, girls would fall into a slumber with only a few lucky ones waking up.\n\n\"You misunderstand... It was not a smooch- you were dying.\" She finally catches up and says in a vain attempt to explain herself.\n\nThe light in her eyes are gone, her expression mute before grimacing in discomfort. Esme is much stronger than the average witch, so she doubts she will be out for long. In fact, she could have run herself. At least that is what Esme would like to think. How she would be able to get back up, she wonders, is a mystery that is best left unsolved. She couldn't turn into a bird even if she wanted to.\n\n\"Yes, do not exhaust yourself further.\" Esme promptly responds, now wiggling to get free.\n\"We need to get back to the hut. Drink this...\" She says as she uncorks her healing potion and tries to hold it up for Noctis to take." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis ignores her explanation, though that crooked grin dances across his face for a moment, a few really. Still when they're back in the room, Bukka pushes himself into the hole and begins to crawl to lead the way and ensure nothing caved in. Noctis let's her wriggle in his arms a moment, despite his exhaustion his mastery of his own magic is second to no one, and his hold feels as strong as if he'd just woken from a rest. \n\nA facade of course, but he had some minutes left he allocated his 'stats' correctly. That used less mana. \n\n\"Yeah, yeah.\" He mutters and tilts his head forward so she can give him a potion. Drinking it down, he sets her to her feet but doesn't let go of her hand, holding up the other potion he had on his belt. \n\n\"You too, just in case. And then go!\" He said, having uncorked his own and holding it towards her mouth as the room trembles from the collapse of tunnels down below." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme does not hesitate to drink the potion the moment she is set down. Downing it in one fell swoop, she promptly casts the jar aside before crawling in the space. Noctis would have felt a pull as she tries to ensure they do not get separated. He will be the last out and at the rate of the cave in paired with the fact they are running out of time on the shrinking potion. They absolutely must get out, now.\n\n\"Come on!\" She huffs, ignoring the dirt that now coats her as she uses the last remaining of her strength left to push on right behind Bukka.\n\nThe light first serves as a driving force for her to crawl. To see the sky, the trees, to hear the birds again. She has a duty to these woods and she must see them again. Not as a ant-sized witch, but as a sentinel of magic like she had been raised to be. With a final push, Esme is able to feel the slow fading warmth of the outside. The sun now setting and the sky turning different hues of purples and oranges. Yet again she must catch her breath. Falling to her knees as she coughs wildly, trying to clear her burning lungs of the troubles she just endured.\n\nShe then looks back over her shoulder, annoyed that she did not recieve answers. What was the darkness? How did it get here? Could it have come from the coven ruins? No... There is a darkness there but it's different, though likely equally dangerous. It matters not, it has been handled and that too will be a mystery for another day. Instead, she focuses on making sure Noctis is with her as it's the only thing she can do right now." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis scrambles out right behind her and a few moments later the tiny tunnel collapses behind them. Stumbling across the grass, Noctis let's out a high \"Whoop!\" Before spinning in a circle, putting his arms out and falling back into the soft earth when... Pop, expanding back to his original size, he crashes to the ground with a OOF That knocks the wind out of his lungs just as he lets go of his magic. Exhausted, he chuckles as if they'd just got done playing an intense game of tag, rather then having narrowly survived a deadly experience. \n\n\"Not bad for a first quest together huh?\" He asked Esme, staring up at the trees. Had he really thought he hated these woods? He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life! \n\n\"Ha! Hello trees! Hello sky, oh you magnificent fucking sky you. Oh and grass, I didn't forget you.\" He said, his fingers lazily stroking the grass which was already gaining back a fullness and life that it had lost thanks to the retreat of the dark poison and the use of Esmes incredible life magic." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"I suppose you could say that.\" Esme responds, her voice monotone.\n\nWhile Noctis has more so a minor burst of energy, at least a fake burst of energy. Esme is completely lethargic. As she lays flat on the ground looking up the sky. The slow moving clouds paired with the hushed shimmy of the tree leaves feel like a blur to her. It is as if she is floating, too tired to keep going but too exhausted to feel the comfort to drift. Not that she would dare to actually sleep in the wilds. But Esme isn't even able to mentally command herself to get up, at least not yet.\n\nHer gaze isn't pulled from the sky. Her hair sprawled out, each strand woven between the grass. Contrasting the green to what mimics a sea bed of pink flowers. Her soft freckled face quite pale and her breathing extremely soft. Her thoughts adrift, unable to catch hold of any one particular thought. She hasn't even reflected on the 'revival' of Noctis. A kiss to share energy was just a means to an end for her. What bothers her the most, which is shown evidently on her face as her brow quirks at the sight, is the blade. Her arm moves towards it, her fingertips touching the flat end as Esme becomes a bit lost in her own world. The embrace she felt when she was holding it.\n\n\"What was that?\" She whispers very quietly under her breath before turning her head to see Noctis still trying to regain himself as he shows gratitude to nature.\n\nEsme knows she needs rest and as she grits her teeth, she is finally able to push herself up. Grabbing hold of the blade and using it as a partial crutch just to get herself standing. She releases a sigh, her shoulders slumped forward as her eyes become a bit sunken. Of course she smiles at Bukka to let him know that she is okay. For it is now time to reunite him with his tribe.\n\n\"Are the two of you ready? Bukka, if you wish to walk ahead. You have no need to wait for us.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"NONSENSE WITCH.\" A voice booms and a sled comes around the corner of the trees. Fae word spread quickly, the roots told the bugs and the bugs told the birds as they ate them and so on, and the Pukwudgie had heard that they had been aided and that the witch would need aid in return. The sled was large enough for the two of them and was pulled by two wolves that had Pukwudgie sitting atop them with complex reigns to control them. \n\n\"My people will see you home. I will return to report, but Bukka see your magic Witch, Warrior. Bukka see what you did and tell all the Pukwudgie.\" The scout bowed and placed a hand over his heart, Noctis gave a weak two fingered salute and the tiny man was gone into the brush. \n\nNoctis meanwhile hauled himself onto the sled and lay down again, closing his eyes. He too knew the kiss meant nothing to Esme, nothing but the consequences it wrought I her overuse of magic. It hurt again, but less so perhaps. Something had Esmes heart, maybe it was her, someone old, someone yet to be- it was not Noctis. Maybe she'd never love him, but he could still have one of her smiles for him, maybe for a service he'd accomplish for her or, maybe if he could help her with something she needed. \n\nFor the first time since meeting her he felt content that she'd never see him as more than just Noctis, never linger her gaze on him in interest or want. Instead he chuckled and hummed her song, his eyes closed. \n\n\"Hurry up Witch, your couch awaits me.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"A-ah... Of course.\"\n\nSeldom does Esme show it but their loud voice and flamboyant entrance isn't particularly appreciated. Not that she is going to say no to the escort, but they could have done so quietly. Practically hobbling over, she takes a seat on the sled and gives a close to her eyes. She has walked for much longer yet her feet are aflame. She groans in discomfort and while she would normally use her magic to just cure it. It isn't present and the first signs of Esme's moodiness can be seen. Once expressionless, now visibly annoyed. She pokes and prods at the soles of her feet, trying her best to massage and soothe them.\n\n\"Yes and my bed awaits...\"\n\nSo he will stay another night. This is not a problem. What is, will be Sweet Tooth's inability to control the pitch of its voice. It screams and declares every word it speaks. It may be like a child and normally, that's what makes those spirits so great. But Esme is in no mood to put up with it and it causes her to pinch the bridge of her nose. It's going to be loud the second they get to her home, so she best mentally prepare herself now.\n\n\"I can also send for your blade that you mentioned. It shan't be difficult to find.\" She continues to mumble, more so pouting now." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Nah, I'll retrieve it from my companions. I'm gonna sleep, get my strength back and go. I'll send letters to let you know what cities I'm traveling to. You can move at your own pace, I'll be setting up a pigeon network so you can contact me virtually anywhere.\" He says, sighing as he runs a hand over his face. \n\n\"I'll be out of your hair come morning. When I need a potion or you magic, I'll get a hold of you. Now, kindly, stop mumbling. Sweet Tooth will give me enough of a headache.\" He says, laying beside her on the sled and flicking her hand, before resting both of his own across his chest and letting his breathing get deep, not asleep but in a state of rest." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Alright.\"\n\nEsme takes a moment to gaze over Noctis. She is quiet as she sits perplexed, not so just about him but about everything that happened. Her gaze then flickers down towards the sword. Reaching out, her fingertips trace the familiar initials of D.T., feeling the grooves on the hilt and trying her best to remember just how she got it. She remembers seeing the blade on her table, which at the time lacked a proper cover. She hated the feeling it gave her, the feeling of being alone. Not that she practiced with swords anyways so instead of mounting it on a wall like she had intended. It was cast away, hidden in its sheath to be forever concealed under various clothes and boxes.\n\nYet now she finds herself grateful that she not only had Noctis bring it along, but that she remembered that she had it. Though there is a deep pit in her chest and it hurts gravely. But why? As she rubs at her collarbone and throat, trying to remove the discomfort that forms which causes her throat to be dry again. She has no energy to reply to Noctis' witty remarks because for once, the witch is visibly bothered. But it is something that must be saved for later. Once Noctis departs, she will return to her usual duties and obligations. The sword? Maybe it deserves more than to be a closet comforter.\n\n\"Good night.\" Esme whispers, being extra quiet as to not disturb Noctis.\n\nBut does she sleep? No. The witch cannot. There is a gnawing feeling of tragedy that continues to surround her and not an ounce of light can be seen radiating off of her form. Lethargy is brutal but lonilness is killer. Pressing her thumb into her palms as she sits quietly on the sled. The witch has a brief moment of reflect that spans the generations but it does not last long. She suddenly shuts her eyes tightly, seeing the all vast darkness and swallowing down whatever these feelings are.\n\nAnd then... She starts to smile, that typical Esme smile. Keeping it up for the world to see as they draw near the hut.\n\n*I am okay." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "As the hut came into view, Noctis voice finally broke the silence between them. \n\n\"It's okay to hurt. It's your duty to hurt, sometimes. The people, the things we've lost- if we don't remember them, if we don't let their memory hurt and cause other emotions like joy, then why did they exist? It's our duty as the living to love and miss the dead.\" \n\nWith those words he was up and he too was smiling, tugging at the platinum earring he wore. \n\n\"Thank you my kind Pukwudgies. We've served each other well, I depart these woods in the morning but you all remain in my heart.\" Bowing to them and hearing them holler things back in return, he turns and hobbles inside to sit back down, the act of even standing a terrible effort for him though he does his best to play it off well. \n\nShe had a pretty smile, one that could be a dolls. She wasn't a doll though, she was a person, one that was alive and had more depth to her than any ocean trench, but she refused to dive. He couldn't 'fix' her, but he could always be there to encourage her to take another dive. \n\nHe had a comforting thought as he sat down on the couch. \n\nShe's gonna be okay." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme does not get up right away. Instead her gaze flutters towards Noctis, watching him get up as he speaks. While it is hard to get a physical read on whether or not his words resonates. Sure, the witch has lost. She remembers each face crystal clear. Perhaps it is due to her magic that she has the ability to remember so clearly. Divination works wonders and would be in line with her ability to view into those memories as if she were there. Does she hurt for them? Maybe once, but not anymore.\n\nShe doesn't respond. Not out of malice or annoyance. It's just that Esme needs a small bit of time to think about. Does she hurt from the blade? Esme doesn't think so. But it is still gnawing at her, not knowing is what drives that frustration. Perhaps once Noctis departs she will have to take a trip to the ruins again. It's been years but Esme cannot avoid them forever. Plus there is a darkness that grows there and once every ten years she needs to suppress it. Otherwise not only the haze will grow out of control but so will the unseelie fae.\n\n\"Back back!\" Sweet Tooth cheers as it promptly rushes towards Noctis. Climbing onto the couch and settling on his chest like a small child.\n\nStepping inside of the hut. She gives thanks to Bukka one more time as well as addressing the rest of the tribe. They should be safe now and should there be any further issues, then they know where to find her. Esme is kind enough to even bestow them a third star fruit. Kneeling down before them in respect before getting up and tidying up what she can. Snack cupboard? Mostly empty, but that's okay.\n\n\"If you need anything Noctis, let me know.\" Esme points to herself as she stands at the doorframe. With the sword leaned against her hip, she takes another look at it before turning around to put it away.\n\"Rest easy.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Savo 'lass a lalaith, Witch.\" Noctis responded, not turning to look at her. His mind would never let him forget her, and he'd see her again when it was time to... To make use of her. Transaction, transaction, transaction. He was hurt that so much of his words were either wrong or fell on ears that heard but did little to regard, but who knew her and her realm better than her? Certainly not he, who'd been asleep her entire life. \n\n\"Have joy and laughter.\"* Had been the phrase he'd spoken in Elvish, and it had been his goodbye. He stroked Sweet Tooth gently, spending the last few hours within these woods enjoy the presence of his newfound honored friend. Closing his amber eyes, he let himself drift instantly into a deep sleep, still full dressed and sitting upright. \n\nHaving set a mental timer for a few hours, he let his body recover as best it could and decided he'd slip away in the night. Just another customer who's business had been completed. That was what she saw him as, that was what he'd be. Until the day came when he could earn just one of those smiles for himself." } ]	393	8,314
420.6	2023-11-20	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Noct my darling, come inside, dinner is ready.\" His mothers voice would forever stay within his head for all of his long lived days, of this thing he was certain. She'd been a hard woman most of the time he'd known her, but as if a magic spell had been cast in the mornings and at night, she'd be his morning and evening star. He'd enter the house through their complicated stairway system of thin poles sticking out of the rocky terrain and she'd be there, a gleamingly beautiful picture of radiance- her raven black hair thick and brushed, her silver eyes full of life and a unquenchable fire. \n\nThey'd eat and she'd speak of his father with a look of someone entirely smitten, and they'd talk of all the amazing things Noctis was going to see one day. Of endless blue skies over fields of poppies and dancing dandelions, of terribly wondrous beasts, mountains of gold and ancient creatures old as the world itself. \n\nShe'd been dead a long time even before he had fallen into the ravine, now she wasn't even dust remaining on this land. He felt the way he had after her death, when he'd been twelve years old and with no one else to turn to- wandering Aeterna and seeking purpose. A single crystal tear drifted from the corner of his darkened silver eyes, a drop of sorrow from eyes that never threatened to betray the emotions hidden beneath. \n\nHe casually wiped away the tear as he cooked their breakfast, some eggs he'd scavenged alongside a bowl of berries and nuts and some tiger steaks that sizzled over a cheap pan he'd purchased as part of a cooking set. \n\nEbony Rose rested against a log, the ruby rose on the pommel glinting like a watchful eye. It's scabbard was worn and had once been as beautiful as his armor- but time had worn it away. His clothing however was neat and clean as it always was, though he had his cloak draped over the handles of his makeshift sled where the remains of the Serrated Tiger now sat, preserved by a careful application of wind and fire magic. \n\nWhe\n\nN he'd see Valac start to stir, he'd give the demon breakfast and sit on a log across from him, gazing at him with those silver eyes that almost seemed to pierce through clothes and skin to see the core of a person inside. Chewing slowly on his steak, he'd speak after a minute of silence. \n\n\"Good morning Valac. How are you feeling? Your sword is there beside you. We're about a days travel out from the Eternal City.\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Valac would've awakened, his torso bolted up, as he held his face. Breathing heavily. He quickly broke out into a sweat. His hands were shaking... Recalling the dream he had. Recalling of that day, where he had first awakened his dormant power. Witnessing a grand massacre, feeling utter euphoria at the carnage. The sight of barbarians, with dirt roads, debris and stone brick completely collapsed on the roads. Fires burning, crackling with the sounds of yelling, blades clashing radiating in the background. Feeling the brutality of killing barbarians. The sounds of bones shattering, joints popping, flesh tearing, he gave a disgusted smile. That being sadistic yet distasteful that he enjoyed such a dream. Even at his fall, being cut down into oblivion, burning, boiling. Soon he composed himself, his lips would return to monotony.\n\nSeeing his comrade by his side, what he would consider his best friend, felt quite bright as their encounter... Everything previously was nothing of fiction. Hearing the popping of embers to the left of him, as he now was sitting upright. \n\n\"Morning my always spiffy comrade.\" \n\nHe snickered a bit, not wanting to linger on the faint memories of his wild yet brutal dream. One that was a memory of the past, a reincarnation of a series of terrible events. One that started his journey, to understand what he was. \n\n\"Not bad. How about you? You're looking a little mellow today. A days worth of travel left? Hmm... I have a question, why is it that you want to go to the Eternal City?\" \n\nHe spoke, he knew that for himself, Valac sought answers. He can't shake the feeling that this wasn't where he really wanted to go. The Eternal City gave off that vibe of something awaiting, but something unpleasant. He placed his hand on his abdomen, feeling the scar he had left trying to reach toward that state again in order to harness its power. Control it. Without having to lose control, or have difficulty suppressing.\n\nHe had done such a terrible yet painful task in order to reach what he wanted. Though, he could never get the hang of it. He grazed his fingers for a few moments. He's still quite surprised by the divine radiance that Noctis had. Always looking neat, and clean, even after traveling for a few days. He knew it was of his magic, but it still gave him awe. His comrades strength far superior than his, even questioning why he was with him. It felt like he was a leech, but at the same time, he can't help but think there was more than generosity to this. A plan. He was quite speculative, and pessimistic.." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Not mellow at all my friend, contemplative perhaps at worst.\" He said smoothly as he set his plate aside and threaded his fingers together. Valacs healing factor was a wonder to Noctis- it was Not A blessing that Noctis himself had. It was incredibly hard to hurt Noctis but he wouldn't heal from damage he did take, not like that. Noctis could recover from wounds Quicker By enhancing the aspects of his body that aided in healing, but that was his extent. \n\n\"Well.. I told you. I want information, there are things I very much need to understand. I've actually determined why else I want to go- money. We are going to need more of it, and where else then the epicenter of the nine realms? If there is ever a place to make money, it's where people congregate. There are many benefits to going Valac. I won't force you, but I do think it's the best place to get information on you in a secure fashion. You seem apprehensive. Want to talk about it?\" He asked calmly as he fished a bronze coin from his pouch, turning it over and over in his hand as he seemed to be contemplating something about it, however his attention hadn't shifted away from Valac either. \n\nIt was almost supernatural how he seemed able to focus fully on two seperate things at one time." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"If you don't mind... Please elaborate on the information you desire. You stated that you need information, yet information on what...?\" \n\nValac was curious, he had heard him state it before. Wanting an elaboration, some insight on what Noctis is thinking. Noctis kept himself shrouded with mystery, and even if he was his comrade, he can't help but wanting to know. Maybe even aid in his quest. His comrades lack of expression or clarifying information was a little worrisome to him. He shook his head in denial, as he wanted to go with Noctis. He was the only person he knew, the only person he can trust as of currently. There was no where else for him to belong or go to. So he had to remain with his comrade, he felt as if there were no other options but to see this through. \n\n\"I'm coming along no matter what. I want to find a way to repay your kindness somehow. I can't just abandon the only person that had even granted me a temporary sanctuary, but yes... I'd like to talk about it.\"\n\nValac always curious of his mysterious comrade. He felt like there was more to that than just going to the Eternal City for information. He slowly stood up, stretching a little as the sound of his joints stretching would create a few loud pops. He felt relief... He hadn't rested normally in so long. He can't help but feel like Noctis had more ideas than just information. Maybe it was with Valac, or maybe it was an operation. Maybe it was too personal, or a matter that he cannot comprehend. Valac already speculated that Noctis was an assassin of the sort. Being so powerful, yet so sly, so quiet, subtle... It really defined one who can be categorized in such an occupation. Valac was meant to be crafted in the same way, but never reached his threshold or true power. He lacked the practice of maintaining silence, along with prowess. He placed his hands tenderly into his pockets, a comfortable placement. He was thinking, and pondering wanting to confirm his speculations. Seeking for answers." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Some things you'll just have to find out with time- there are things I can't explain even if I thought I wanted to. Right now, I unfortunately have to be cautious. You'd get the same answer from me had you known me five years or even ten, it's just the way I was brought up.\" \n\nHis teenage years had been spent being shaped by Scipio to be a weapon, a dagger in the dark, a spy, an assassin, a force of nature- all walking a delicate tightrope. \n\n\"So I can't tell you what I'm seeking yet, partly because I don't know. I can only ask you to trust me as you've done so far.\" He responded, getting up and turning the coin over in his fingers. \n\n\"I can tell you that you need to develop some new skills though. That beast was strong- yes, but you shouldn't have been defeated so easily. You need to develop more skills because if you can control your dark power, you can't just let yourself be a punching bag until the big spooky comes out. So today we're going to test you for some magical aptitude.\"" } ]	450	2,103
385.333333	2023-11-25	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"My that looks excruciating. Let it fade and do it again. I want you to do that over and over again until you can summon that little ball with no pain and little effort. Do it as we walk, as we talk, while you eat. As long as your body can handle doing it, I want you to. Magic is like a muscle, Valac, you need to work it out. Repetitive use breaks the veins that push your mana and then regrows them stronger- so keep at it.\" He said, taking a new set of nails out and drawing his blade to carve rotating grooves around the metal rods. \n\n\"As your magic develops, it's important to know that whatever your magic can do is limited only by how you apply it. For example, my affinity with wind and fire comes from my mother, and she was very talented. However she was good at close range abilities, and I inherited that predisposition. What that means is my magic is crap for long range attacks- but I can work around that. Using my wind to rotate a projectile and fire to heat it, once I flick it with my strength it becomes like a... What are those things called? Muskets? They fire... Bullets right? Such a strange new device but it inspired me. I basically create my own bullet, all the while only using close range magics.\" He gave Valac a look then as if asking, \"Do you understand?\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"I have been doing that, but more in secret... I have a bit of a method down, but since I'm already passed that, I will follow your directions.\" \n\nHe nodded in affirmation. Valac began to practice, repeating creating the sphere in his hand. He created the sphere a lot faster than initially summoning it... Then began to repeat the process. Dissolve. Recreate. Dissolve, recreate. Valac would repeat just as Noctis demanded. Valac understood what Noctis was saying with relative ease. Though, he would let out some gasps of pain for every time he summoned the sphere. It became less and less noticeable, as he was slowly growing more and more used to it. His development accelerated at an unprecedented rate. Valac was astonished himself, even surprised that the regenerative capabilities would cause the palm of his hand to overheat yet adapt to the ability. He continued to play around with it. Not yet tossing it into a sphere. \n\n\"It's agonizing, yet I'm slowly getting use to it. Yet... I feel like I need more than just mere training. Not yet though...\" \n\nHe said in reference to the key pieces that were recognized in his mind to unlock is full latent potential. Through the process of practice and maintaining control over his power he believed that the transition to transform into something greater would be far easier. Possibly even reaching a new height if he did not follow Noctis the entire time. Throughout the time has passed, with his adventure with Noctis, it proved beneficial. He had achieved feats he had not yet reached in the entirety of his life. He wanted to retain his friendship with Noctis and even continue to follow him. He was this being who was a muse to him. Something that he admired and strived. Wanting to achieve the power he has, or far surpass him. He wanted to aid him, regardless if he was shrouded from the truth." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Good. Look, whatever your voice is telling you Valac, it wants control. Theres a good chance that when your power unlocks, the man I am talking to now goes bye bye for good. You have to think long and hard about whether or not you're willing to risk that. So... To give you time to think, you need to train Hard. You asked me to take you under my wing, so listen to my wisdom carefully. I have seen what happens to those who tamper with the dark, seen those who cross the lines the gods have set- its a dangerous road. The stronger you become, the less likely that darkness inside you will swallow you up.\" He said, patting Valac on the shoulder. He began to put out their fire and roll up their sleeping bags (he'd purchased one for Valac after earning some music at a tavern singing). \n\n\" Come now, we're heading to Tyrex City and then around to Marsalus Village. I want to get a lay of the land before we make it to the Eternal City.\" Noctis' voice had returned to warm and carefree, a casual aloofness as if he were a lordling out for a pleasure cruise around the countryside. With his immense strength, he easily hoisted all their gear back up onto the makeshift sled with the carcass and began to pull. \"I think we can sell this beast and its parts for some good money in Tyrex, and pick up some extra work as well.\" He said with a grin, holding the reins out to Valac. \"You pull, exercise will be good for you. I think better when im not burning my mana.\" He said, and began to walk humming to himself. As a demigod and the child of an especially powerful human woman, Noctis had a large pool of mana to us, and because of his mastery of the magic he did use, he burned as little as possible when he did activate anything. \n\nWith the sunlight filtering through the leaves and the wind blowing through his hair, he seemed a dark knight of olde legend, off to set the world around him spinning with the tales of his journeys. In some ways, he planned to do exactly that." } ]	401	1,156
470	2023-12-11	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Crisp snow lines the well traveled roads while the sun works to prevent the soft white from turning into ice. The path from the Capitol to the neighboring towns and villages are long as they are winding, yet they are paths that must be taken. But respite is always found as small roadside inns make themselves known. Signs plastered along the paths, letting poor travelers know that there is a place for them... There is always a place for then. Stables, booze and food alike always at the ready for this who have taken up the adventuring life. Even for the pesky merchants who often complain in expectation of servants who should ready themselves to jump at every command.\n\nYet in the inn leading to Marsalus, merry laughter and exciting sights are nowhere to be found. As the wooden door is opened, indicated by a single hanging bell. A few heads turn, even fewer caring little as they are more occupied by the meals on their tables. What is there to be noted of, of a woman anyways? In her hands are stacks of what seems to be papers. She is awfully underdressed too and the fur that lines the hem of her skirt is old, tattered. Yet she has made a trek out this far and for what? To deliver papers?\n\n\"You can leave them on the front.\" The elder barkeep groans, not even looking her direction.\n\nBut when she pulls off her hood to reveal and exhausted expression full of woe. His eyebrow raises and a gasp escapes his lips as he sees the contents on the paper. A missing child, a touchy subject that seldom comes up. But when it does... That means true monsters are lurking about and danger is afoot. With hushed whispers, he ushers her closer. The most the inn-keep can do is allow her to hang them on the quest billboard and signs. That she must pray that someone is willing to pick them up. But...\n\n\"Are you sure the details are correct?\" The elder asks as his fingers traces over the location written on the paper.\n\n\"I am positive... He wouldn't stop speaking about the wood-\" Suddenly the woman is silenced from the rapid hushing from the man. If there is one thing that is not to be, it is to speak of the forbbiden woods just south of here. The very woods that neighbor Marsalus nearby, the woods where souls go to get lost.\n\n\"You can put them up... But I am sorry miss. Do not expect takers with the reward so low. You know that place is off limits.\" He huffs with a shake to his head. His words are cruel but there are truths to be found in them." }, { "author": "hematol0gy", "message": "It was rare Eliza stepped foot outside during the day, her unholy condition leaving her vulnerable while embraced in its warm rays. The tall, intimidatingly beautiful woman wore a black, tight dress made of lace. Her face hidden behind a shadowy veil, to shield herself from the dastardly rays being down down upon her. Jewelry and chains adorned her body, making a metallic jingle as she walked down the road. Eliza walked with purpose, as if she owned the earth that she walked upon, her stiletto heels leaving a sharp triangle print in the snow as she stomped down the roads. \n\nThe roads were as busy as ever, the air smelled of booze, food, and other human pleasantries, all of which were of no interest to Eliza. Noctis had told her about a certain witch, The Twilight Witch He had said, her title alone intrigued her. A witch? Eliza could make use of a witch. Her eyes keen for any pointy hats, did witches still wear such things? The vampires pacing was abruptly stopped at the sight of an inn, more interestingly, a familiar scent coming from within. Noctis mentioned a soft scent of rosemary that accompanied the Twilight Witch. She had smelled it on the man when they met.\n\nWith a ring of the bell the door swung open, Eliza stood before the entrance as it swung open. She stood so still, so postured, that it seemed like the door swung open on its own. Eliza took a few steps into the tavern, laying eyes upon the source of the potent aroma. Eliza made her way over, her steps slow and methodical. Once behind Esme, Eliza spoke.\n\n\"Are you, Esme?\" The woman's voice was refined, almost outdated. Her expression was polite, a welcoming smile painted upon her porcelain face." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "The sweet aroma mixed with the bitter smell of alcohol swirls in the air in an uncoordinated dance. Far in the back is the root trail, with a backside turned towards the door. Silence washing over the central room as the winds howl upon swinging open, Eliza has found her target. Different faces turn to look towards her, a few elderly men even daring to smirk the woman as if undressing her from their gazes alone. But none are bold enough to speak to her let alone intrude on her path forward. Everyone keeps to themselves and in the back, in the corner. A smaller frame hunched over with a hood.\n\nThe scent is strong at this table and o' so beautiful. With the faint sound of chimes swinging back and forth as the strangers head is turned. Revealing a soft freckled face, bright eyes that appear to hold the worlds sun in her gaze. Gentle features paired with ivory porcelain skin and soft rose colored hair. Its length is nothing to scoff at, and if it were not put in a loose side braid. It would easily span nearly three and a half feet long. A gaze of confusion present and her pink lips quiver as the words cannot form sentences, half sounds stuttering as she attempts to make sense of the approach. She is quite decorated. Ruby drop earrings paired with white gold rings and a necklace to match. It would be easy to mistake her for a noble if she wasn't in an establishment like this.\n\n\"Ah...\" She starts, closing the journal that she likely was writing in, in front of her.\n\"I am Esme. Are you seeking medical assistance or potions?\"\n\nThe woman's voice is melodic. Each word is practically sung with a softness that can only be described as a serene whisper. It is soothing to the ears and as she comes to a stand, her height matches the gentleness of her appearance. Sat next to her is a small bag of an assortment of vials, likely the potions she has just offered. It's clear she is used to getting recognized, at least as a merchant.\n\n\"Or both... Many seek both.\" She hums, her gaze shifting for a moment before returning back to the proud woman in front of her with a smile.\n\"Whatever can I do for you?\"" } ]	472	1,410
501	2023-12-12	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "The tall women pulled back the veil covering her undead visage. Eliza's face was like a gothic painting spring to life. Her pale glass like skin softly glowing in the dim lighting of the room. Her almond shaped eyes housing crimson rubies draped in thick eyelashes. Her lips blood soaked cushions concealing unnaturally long fangs, which were visible to a discerning eye when she spoke. \n\nHer eyes darted around the girl before her, she smirked as the girl struggled to compose herself. A trait she found charming, almost endearing. Eliza found Esme's attire impressive, she especially fancied her ruby earrings. \n\nEliza's face lit up with amusement when the witch spoke. Medical assistance She thought, how hilarious a proposition that was. Potions, on the other hand made Eliza raise a brow. Eliza then noticed the alchemical ingredients beside the witch, so they were similar like Noctis had told her. Eliza's eyes danced around the vast array of ingredients, she had quite the impressive display. Eliza couldn't even recognize some of the ingredient that laid out on the table before her. Eliza then cleared her throat politely before speaking. \n\n\"A certain,-\" Eliza paused, struggling to find the words to describe her thoughts. \"Man... Noctis, sent me to find you.\" She looked irritated at the mere thought of the Demi-god, it infuriated her to even think she was taking orders from somebody other than herself. Noctis had sent her to Prove her loyalty to the crew Like paying for all their expenses wasn't enough, Men She thought. \"He believes you could make use of my, expertise?\" She spoke with an inquisition in her voice, a modest grin creeping up her face as she finished speaking. \n\nEliza then noticed she could feel the woman's arcane spirit radiate from her like an unstoppable aura, who was this Twilight Witch" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As Eliza speaks to her, Esme figures it is best to follow decorum if this is a possible client. So she pulls down her hood and her hair comes sprawling out like a seabed of flowers. Though most of it is still in that loose braid, strands properly frame her face. As if needing to breath, she can finally feel the stuffiness of the hood fading. Something that her ears can appreciate, Eliza now sounds more clear. Even when the woman looks towards her items Esme continues to assume she is here on business, most that approach her are. Which is why see begins to beam, her lips curled upwards as she turns to fiddle with her things. Sounds of vials clanging together, herbs hanging from their appropriate sachel.\n\nThe woman is quite beautiful, unnatural so. Yet Esme knows no better though she has seen a vampire or two in her time. Her expertise are fae, not the undead. Which is why she is none the wiser to the woman's looks. Good thing Esme keeps beauty concoctions with her. Surely that is what Eliza has come for.\n\nBut then her hands come to a halt just as she is about to pull out a skin cream. Wrapped away in a beautiful package, in fact everything Esme owns is indicated with a red ribbon and care. Her potions not only stand out, but they are equally beautiful to the witch and her craftmanship shows. Unfortunate it is that they are soon put away as Esme's ears perk to the name and her brow furrows. Just how long has it been since she seen Noctis? Give or take a month perhaps, no less than that. Esme is never one to forget a face or a name. He helped her in the woods but she was not in dire straight then. So why would he send someone to assist her?\n\n\"I apologize but-\" Esme stops, now looking around at the room.\n\nWhile most patrons do not care to listen in. Both girls have an over worldly beauty and charm about them. One soft and endearing, the other sensual and bold in appearance. Esme's reputation, her identity... It must not be revealed by any means and should Noctis had sent for her. She would understand. But again, she questions why he sent anyone to assist her- to assist her in what exactly? With a sheepish smile she gestures Eliza to take a seat at her table, her eyes flickering over towards the woman who continues to whisper with fliers in her hands.\n\n\"But what exactly did he say? I know this seems abrupt- it is. But I... Wh-who might you be?\"\n\nIt is clear she is flustered and given Eliza's appearance did not come to be expected. The witch continues to stammer and trip over her own words. They clumsy, unable to commit to one true sentence as her tone fluctuates. The witch isn't offended but confusion holds her tongue tighter than a chain to a lock. It's clear she is distrustful as her gaze is quite wary. She needs explainations and it is obvious she is a bit uncomfortable. Oh the pains of socializing. This is the part Esme hates the most as she always makes things awkward- too late, it's awkward now." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza's smile faded as Esme froze, motioning her over towards the table and crossing her legs once sat. She rested her slender arms atop the table, her fingers tapping the surface in a rhythmic fashion. The tapping of her nails creating a metallic sound as each nail touched the wooden table.Eliza looked up towards the witch, her crimson eyes scanning her with precision. Her body language was easy to read, as Esme ushered Eliza towards the table she could notice her urgency, how uncomfortable she was. How her hair bounced as she frantically sat at the table. When Esme asked her question, Eliza grinned wide.\n\n\"I am-\" She paused \" A patron of his, we have a sort of deal you see\" She then glanced over to the woman whispering, Eliza could hear her clearly, even if the woman's voice was weak and quiet. \n\nEliza then sighed, a wave of defeat apparent on her face. \"I don't think he trusts me, how rude he is\" Her voice had an ounce of comedy, it was clear to her Why He didn't trust her. Why she couldn't trust him, they danced a dangerous game of predators, but she would play along for now. \n\nThe men around the tavern began to whisper as Eliza spoke, she stuck out like a sore thumb. The countess was dressed in noble like clothes, her body adorned in expensive jewels. A peculiar group of men across the room from Eliza and Esme seemed to be eyeing them like a prize.\n\n\"I'm sorry for finding you like this... I know it's strange. But he\" She groaned \"I don't have a choice\" Her voice harboring a hint of defeat." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme is still unsure of what to make of this information. So Noctis has sent someone to her so that they may be tested? Esme finds herself to see character without bias, this is true. But surely he could have sent for someone closer to him? Someone he trusts whole heartedly. Esme doesn't believe herself worthy of such tasks but again, Eliza is here before her so she doesn't have a choice. Swallowing down an imaginary lump that dares to form in her throat. She takes a deep breath, listening to the woes of the woman. Clearly the two do not get along- no, that's not it. But there is an obvious disdain in her voice. Whether or not it is genuine however, is an entirely different matter.\n\nBut it is not Esme's business.\n\n\"I-I see...\" The witch stutters, her gaze flickering towards the patrons who sometimes accidentally meet her own.\n\nNot good, she cannot have this conversation with so many watching. It would be too dangerous and as a sheepish smile forms on her lips again. Esme decides that her private corner just isn't private enough. She has heard the woman's story and she does hope that Eliza did not travel far. But there are certain chances she cannot afford to take, thus, the woman must travel again. So Esme comes to a stand, pulling up her hood to conceal her strawberry pink hair. Her gaze wary though she seems at least confident enough to guide Eliza, gesturing her to follow.\n\n\"I think it is best we have this conversation... In a place more suitable. My shop is nearby, I will get potions for your husband in no time.\" Esme nervously chuckles.\n\nHer words do not match her expression and they make little sense to what Eliza has just told her. But in truth it is a cover up. Esme clearly doesn't want anyone knowing who she is. Not even Noctis has a full scope of her being. Which is why with an open palm, she smiles. Trying to indirectly tell Eliza that they need to be out of here, out of prying eyes and listening ears. If judgement is to be casted, then it must be done securely. This isn't just about her either. Talks of witchcraft, demi-gods, godhood and ever changing ambition will only bring trouble. Esme knows the type of men who live here. It is not just her beauty that they wish to conquer and now there are two targets.\n\nBut she cannot help but mentally pray to herself:\n\n*For all things great in the world, do not get offended over the implied marital status! Go with it! Go with it! Go with it!!!* The poor girl screams in her head." } ]	487	2,004
450	2023-12-13	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza's eyes thinned as she scanned the witch. She was clearly flustered, Eliza couldn't put a finger as to why though. The countess knew she was a bit intimidating but she has truly tried her hardest to be politically correct and proper to Esme, she hoped she didn't frighten the poor witch- had she noticed her teeth?\n\nEliza felt a wave of relief come over her as she pieced together what the witch was trying to motion to her. She was clever this one, admittedly weak in the knees, but clever. She followed the witch with a small grin on her face, teasing the men with her eyes as she passed them. She'd surely find them later for looking at her in such a way, men were such insolent creatures she thought. \n\n\"Absolutely, my dear Noctis is in dire need of your ailments dear .\" She tried her hardest not to giggle at the words escaping her crimson lips. Noctis, her husband? Thé mere thought of it made her want to burst into laughter, but she had a facade to play, at least until her and Esme were alone.\n\nThoughts stirred in Eliza's labyrinth of a mind, what was this Esme So afraid of. She knew of the reputation the men in this area had. She often traveled to the area just to feed on the disgusting manthings that made up its pathetic population. She recalled a specific encounter she had in the area over a century ago, the poor man thought he could overpower Eliza, dominate her. She turned him into a buffet, one from which her daughters would drink from- Slowly. She then shook her head, composing herself before opening her pillowy lips to ask.\n\n\"May I ask where you're taking me?\" She whispered, her voice proper and refined \"Is your shop Really Nearby?\" She added" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Trying to keep up a regal façade. Esme walks past the inn counter, leaving behind a few copper as she grabs one of the fliers for the road. Her eyes scanning the details, disregarding a few disgruntled men who are unhappy to hear of Eliza's husband. Two birds with one stone, Esme tries her best to keep a smirk from forming on her lips. Sure, they may not be thwarted from pestering her. But the witch has her own way of dealing with the pesky boys. Two hundred years alone doesn't just happen by accident. Which is why she is easily able to look past the groups.\n\n\"It is, I assure you.\" Esme promptly responds with a smile as she opens the door for Eliza.\n\nThough the shop is small and probably too quaint for a woman of Eliza's stature. She is more than happy to flaunt it when the time comes. Often her potions are sold in other shops, having their own shelves in the nearby towns. The pay is nice and her investments span far. But no amount of coin can compare to her own shop where every inch of it is hers. Every design choice made, every plant grown and most importantly, every potion sold is by her own decision. A luxury she does not always get when she sells at secondary retailers.\n\n\"The walk isn't far, I promise. But it will be less stuffy and more private.\" Esme then reassures as she continues down the road. Giving a small wave to the merchant caravans that pass the women by. Even they know of her, just not what she is.\n\nBefore long, strafing just a little off the road will be a small building made with cobbled walls. The roof soft green to match the different plants of great varieties both in the front gardens and hanging from the walls themselves. If anything, it could easily be mistaken for a druids hut... Or one that belongs to a witch. The smell of Rosemary is strong here, it is likely where Esme makes her fragrances and upon opening the door. Eliza will be greeted with wonders from the apothecary. Even magical mushroom's dance in their pots standing by the windowsill. With a snap of the finger the small fire pit behind the counter lights aflame in a radiant gold.\n\n\"Feel free to make yourself at home. There are a few seats there. It is often where I have patients and customers wait... Would you like anything to drink?\" She asks as she takes off her robe, folding the cloth and setting it down." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza kept her gaze forward as the two made their way out of Inn, watching as Esme placed some copper on the counter as payment. Smirking as the men grunted hearing of her Husband It seems a century of mixing genes can't change men's nature. Her heeled shoes making a charming tap with each step until they were back outside in the putrid rays of the sun. Eliza promptly pulled up her veil, casting a shield around her porcelain face to protect her from the suns warmth.\n\nThe woman gazed at the merchants as her and Esme passed them. Their jolly impression of seeing Esme interrupted once laying eyes on Eliza, their eyes widening at the sight of the gothic woman- her appearance was definitely unique for the area. \n\nEliza clapped her hands together with glee as they made their way inside of Esme's shop. As an entrepreneur herself, Eliza could appreciate a well crafted product and sales strategy- and Esme's impressed her. Her eyes danced around all the various potions and alchemical ingredients. The countess especially fancied the craftsmanship of Esme's bottles, the bows were a lovely touch. Eliza then froze in her place as Esme asked her question, a loaded question at that. \n\nWhat would you like to drink? Truthfully she could use some nourishment, but she wasn't going to reveal her condition before even properly sitting down and speaking to the witch. Eliza then sat in one of the chairs offered up by Esme, crossing her legs once comfortable. \n\n\"Do you have any wine? Red Wine?\" She asked, red wine was the only thing aside from blood her stomach could handle, likely due to its similar appearance to blood." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Red wine? Uhm...\" Esme hums to herself, her thumb rubbing against her lower lip in thought. \n\"Let me check.\"\n\nExiting with a smile, Esme makes her way behind the counter and enters in through a door next to the fireplace. This building clearly was once meant to serve as a small home off the road. But who would truly wish to live outside both the comfort and safety of town and city walls? This plot of land is perfect for travelers and is not far off from the main road that is often taken. Which is why the room that should have been a bedroom was easily turned into both her storage and work room. She has a better alchemy set up at home but great works have been produced here. Even greater research and discoveries have been found. Normally items like wine would be stored... Well not here. But Esme keeps a good stash of anything handy if she can.\n\n\"Oh please tell me I have it...\" The girl mumbles to herself before digging into a few cabninents. Eliza can probably hear a small thud from outside following a quiet 'ow'. Pulling her head up as she rubs the sore spot that had been struck. A smile is soon present on Esme's face as she holds onto a small and unopened bottle.\n\n\"It appears I do, though I do not have glasses for the occasion. I hope a mug will do.\" \n\nShe does her best to conceal the pain of smacking the back of her head on a cabinet just moments ago. From the single cup she has, it is clear that Esme has no intentions of drinking. Not that she is against it, but she prefers not to be taken by the woes of alcohol as the witch is just shy of being considered a light weight. Setting the cup down followed by the bottle. As a good host she should pour Eliza some but Esme has no idea how much she intends to drink in one sitting, so she figures she will allow the countess to do it herself.\n\n\"Now could you... Perhaps explain a bit more? He sent you to me to assist me in... Well I don't have much to be in need of assistance of.\" Esme stammers. It is only half true but Esme isn't going to indicate such to Eliza. Not even Noctis could break through the thickened shell of the witch.\n\"He wishes you to prove yourself... By coming to me?\"" }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza watched with wide, startled eyes as the witch clumsily searched through her cabinets. It was rare that Eliza conversed with humans in this manner, most often they saw her for what her condition paints her to be- a monster. But in reality Eliza was a loving woman, she was even an extraordinary mother. \n\nEliza couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in her chest as Esme treated her just like anyone else, a feeling she rarely experienced. The countess gasped as she heard Esme hit her head, she was a clumsy one for sure- she found it charming, she almost envied it. \n\nShe smiled as Esme brought her the mug along with a bottle of wine. \n\n\"Thank you dear, a mug will suffice\"\n\nAdmittedly, she'd much prefer a wine glass but the circumstances simply didn't allow that right now. Eliza's crimson eyes scanned the wine bottle, it wasn't her favorite wine but it would satisfy her hunger- for now. As Esme questioned Eliza, her eyes darted from the wine label to meet the witch's gaze. \n\n\"I joined his crew of vagabonds a while back, his Drow actually tried to rob my manor.\" She chuckled a bit as she spoke, the memory of Sylvar in his squirrel form being terrorized by her feline amused her.\n\n\"I decided to join them on their travels for the time being, they granted me safe travel and I funded their journey.\" Her eyes darted around the room, avoiding eye contact with Esme as she struggled to continue her speech. She then composed herself, resuming eye contact with the witch before her. \n\n\"Have you ever met a Vampire?\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme's lips start to part is if to apologize over the lack of matching utensils befitting of drinking wine. But given that Eliza has already explaining herself. The witch decides to bite the inside of her cheek to keep quiet, it's something she has grown to appreciate in being good at. Taking a seat, her hands now resting in her lap. The woman listens quite intently. The way Eliza speaks is... Fitting as a bit condescending as it may be. A countess with a group of- well Esme doesn't know. Come to think of it, she has been for the part undisturbed in her ventures. Other than travelling here and there, not once has she met anyone from this group Noctis so boldly claims. No... That's not true. As her eyes flutter to her hands that are unable to sit still, her fingers pressed against one another. She remembers Valac and the aspiration in his eyes.\n\n\"Tried to rob-\" Esme blinks, her expression blank before falling quiet again so that Eliza may continue her story. Questions can wait till after.\n\nThen she notices Eliza get nervous and for once Esme is surprised. A woman of such valor and confidence faltering before her? It is not to be suspected but then again how can she suspect anything off of this first meeting. They have never spoke prior and maybe Noctis spoke highly of her to Eliza. Oh Esme hopes not. She is a simple woman really and though not weak, social settings tend to make her... Feel a bit insignificant at times. This is why it is easier to fly as a bird, to watch from the skies above and intervene when times are best set to go unnoticed.\n\n\"A vampire?\" Esme repeats as she gives a tilt to her head. Then it clicks.\n\nThe pale skin, the perfect beauty yet teetering the appearance of life and death. The gothic visuals, the red eyes and an allure that Esme cannot quite put her finger on. Of course, it makes sense and soon she puts on a smile. Her soft pink lips curled up and for once Esme truly meets Eliza's own gaze even when she attempts to avert her own. There is no judgement in her golden orbs. The smell of Rosemary surrounding the two, it is warm, like spring Esme is welcoming through and through. There is no hint of fear in her eyes or any attempts of overzealous accomodation. Eliza is just... Eliza. Nothing more, nothing less.\n\n\"I have, a few times. Two men and a lovely woman. All three encounters were as it would be expected. I am a potion seller... And I am sure you know of my abilities as a witch. I spoke with all three on shared business... I do hope they are well today.\" \n\nEven the way Esme reflects on her past encounters seems sweet. She holds no hatred in any of her words and the girl is even found chuckling as she thinks back on it all. Her attention then returns to Eliza with a beaming smile still.\n\"One gentleman was quite the hoot... He took the marriage rejection well and insisted I keep the ring. I- I... Just couldn't. So we settled with keeping one of my high quality potions instead.\"" }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza tapped her nails on the sodden table that separated the two women, quite the peculiar pair they were- a witch and a vampire, it was if they were in a folktale. Eliza's nervously awaited Esme's answer, prepared to be shunned and chased with pitchforks. Her nervous demeanor shattered to reveal one of relief as the witch smiled, a welcoming and kind smile. \n\nShe opened her lips to speak, to explain herself, to reason with the witch but was instead surprised to hear she was actually aquatinted with members of her kind. A smile blossomed onto Eliza's face, one just as hesitant as it was genuine. This kind of conversation was always uncomfortable to her. \n\nEliza had heard of the women and her feats long before meeting Noctis, The Twilight Witch They called her. Although she never considered they would cross paths, Eliza was a busy woman after all. \n\nThe vampire chuckled when Esme mentioned the marriage proposal, unwanted attention from men was something she could relate to. After Esme finished her story she spoke, her voice now less demeaning, more polite.\n\n\"A vampire proposing to a warm bodied girl such as yourself? Such a thing is unheard of my dear, you must be quite the charming woman\" Her compliment was accompanied by a modest smile, the more she learned about Esme the more she tolerated- no, enjoyed her company. \n\n\"Well, i'm sure I must not tell you why I bring up vampires... But to be honest with you im searching for something, something Noctis of all people unfortunately possesses.\" She paused before resuming her speech, shifting her weight around in the chair as she grew restless just thinking about her prize. \n\n\"Unfortunately the details of my search must remain a secret, an agreement me and the Buffoon Decided upon. But he spoke of you highly, truth be told I think he's toying with me, sending me here to help you. I can't imagine you have many tasks that require somebody of my Expertise, but here I am.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"There are... Reasons as to why he proposed.\" Esme nervously chuckles.\n\nShe dances around the subject matter of her age harder than a swan on a lake. In truth, the witch, even if Eliza is sent by Noctis. She still is not too adamant on being so open quite yet. Whatever his reasons for sending Eliza aside. Esme has her own judge of character before she truly confides in anyone. Though it is amicable for the countess to be open. Esme needs time... A lot of time. Still, she remains friendly and keeps a warm smile up. There is no need to make her guest feel uninvited or unwelcome. Distrust is a bad start... So it's best to keep that subject matter at bay for now.\n\n\"A-and as much as I would like to think myself as charming. I am afraid I must disappoint you so.\" Her voice comes out like the hum of a mouse. It falters but still loud enough to be heard less she be devoured by a cat, oh so cautious the witch is.\n\n\"It is a boring story though, so I shall spare you such details... As for searching for this item... I know not of really how to assist in such broad terms, forgive me.\"\n\nEsme knows the importance of being privy to information. But the countess' words just make too little sense. Perhaps it is her healing she needs. No... Esme has a strong affinity to the light element so perhaps... Then she remembers her reversal of luck, the change the fates at the swoosh of her fingertips. Noctis was taken away by her ability and she never showed him the full extent of it. But such magic is as dangerous as it is helpful. There are fates that many refuse to see, should not see. It would corrupt the mind of the weak and her magic is not for the faint of heart.\n\n\"Allow me to be blunt actually... Eliza, yes?\" She stammers some, her thumbs pressing into her palms as she tries to collect her words in a single breath.\n\"Is it divination? It is what caught Noctis' eye... To change fate... A magic that... Well, a magic that many would kill for. Though I warn you this is a dangerous path if that is what you are seeking Countess.\"" }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza laughed as the witch spoke, it seems she had misunderstood Eliza. Something to be expected, she did speak with an outdated zing to her voice, as if she were born centuries ago, because she was. She then lifted her hand to her face, tapping on her plump red lips, she looked pensive. She then remembered something, she knows of Noctis' godhood, he had told Eliza this when he took her hunting the other night. The thought that the only two creatures that harbor his deepest secret currently sat at the same table in a small potion shop. \n\n\"You misunderstand me witch, I don't crave divination, I could care less about holy magics.\" She began to pour herself some wine into the mug provided by the kind witch Esme. \n\n\"I want his blood-\" She interrupted herself, thoughts of her coven- her children stirred within her undead mind, they must be protected.\n\n\"I Need His blood, his sweet ichor, the nectar of the gods. You wouldn't believe what a pureblood like myself could do with a decent supply.\" She spoke with pride of her heritage, pureblood vampires were rare. Eliza only knew of her own family and Fran's to be pureblood.\n\n\"I do not need your help, he's testing me, gauging my worthiness of his sweet blood\" She looked entranced just thinking about his ichor, not only would it feed her power- it was Delicious. So irresistible she had to constantly gorge herself on blood while around him to contain her primal urge to feed.\n\n\"He's such a prude... It wouldn't even kill him\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Though Esme does not show it, she has some relief that divination is not asked for. The only reason she brought it up is out of the assumption that Noctis wouldn't have sent Eliza to her blind. But then again, the actual reasoning behind Eliza's being here is not... Exactly easier to digest either. A single sound of 'ah' falls from her mouth as her shoulders slump slightly. His blood... That is something only Noctis decides and Esme does not feel right to exactly pass test to make sure declarations. Her lips slowly curly into a sheepish smile that looks more like a faint grimace than anything else.\n\n\"I can only image what you could do if you got his blood... But what exactly were his conditions?\"\n\nHer discomfort is starting to show. What can Esme do? Have her tag along gathering herbs? Nervously rubbing her cheeks, her gaze glances over towards the many cabinets around them. Anyone can shadow her gathering plants, this isn't anything... Trust worthy. Part of her wonders if maybe to have Eliza prove herself, it was to pass the test of the Far Spirit Woods. But... But she cannot allow that. It is a sacred place technically speaking. Vampire, demi-god, witch, the forest is dangerous. There are forces there that will capitalize on the greedy, the sick and most importantly the ambitious. Dark fae, also known as unseelie fae, are cruel. So surely he must have wanted something else and Esme gets a bit lost in thought as her gaze flickers over towards the counter top.\n\n\"And I assume this agreement is... Naturally mutual... Forgive my ignorance, I am just... Unsure of why he would have sent you to me... Of all people.\"\n\nThen the voice of the wary mother plays in the back of her mind. Yes, that's why she had come out in the first place. Children have been going missing and Esme knows the truth behind it. The last full moon at the end of every month, a whistle can be heard. Esme has been trying to investigate it but each time, she is too late. Given that this is the third offense, she cannot allow it to persist. But for now, she keeps herself quiet so that Eliza can explain a bit more." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza swirled the shallow pool of wine within her mug, watching as the red liquid formed a cyclone within the walls of its porcelain prison. She then shot her gaze upon Esme, noticing her discomfort- it was only natural for her to have such a response. The thought of a barter of blood and power must not have been an easy concept to swallow.\n\n\"He wants me as an ally I suppose\" She then reached into her lace satchel that sat beneath one of her dresses flaps, pulling out a beautifully crafted vial with what seemed to be a few drops of blood within it. She swirled the liquid, her eyes dancing between the wine and the vial as they both spiraled, before she begrudgingly took a sip of the wine. She took a modest sip of the liquid before setting the mug back onto the table gently.\n\n\"I may be a vampire, but i'm no monster. We have a fruitful agreement I assure you... And don't play koi Twilight Witch I know what you're capable of.\" She knew of Esme's powers, of her prowess over the arcane- she had felt it radiate from the woman the second the two met. \n\nYou havé power Esme, own it She thought to herself, she was never a fan of humble people. As far as Eliza was concerned power was a gift, a responsibility, something that ought to be embraced. \n\n\"I assure you my intentions are well mannered\" She paused before lifting the mug to her mouth, drinking the last of the wine before setting it back atop the table. \n\n\"I simply want to protect my children is all, and may I ask what that flyer was about? I saw you snatching it as we left the tavern.\" Eliza knew of the flyers contents, she had quickly scanned the contents of it as Esme grabbed it, and she was intrigued to say the least. The opportunity to unleash her brutality on somebody that deserved it? A child thief? How tantalizing." } ]	429	4,950
563.666667	2023-12-14	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"I see... Well if that is your agreement, I am in no place to question it.\"\n\nWithout being cold, Esme doesn't seem to truly care on what their agreement is. It is not that she lacks empathy. But she is a watcher, and a real watcher does not weigh on matters that does not concern herself. Her hands stop fidgeting and soon Esme lets out a deep sigh. Not that she is bothered by Eliza's presence but more so having to come to terms with the fact she'll need to think of a few ideas. There are heavy thoughts on her mind, especially when the woods are put to question. But the witch must oblige the countess while also continuing her investigation.\n\n\"I do not mean to be koi... I simply wanted a bit of information.\" Esme hums, her voice a whisper.\n\nHer gaze then flickers to the flier again as Eliza mentions it. Protecting children... It is what Esme must do along side other things. She can understand the countess' desire, which is also another reason she dare not give any input. Not that any is coming to mind anyways. But right as she is about to explain her idea, there is a tiny thud coming from one of the cupboards. Esme's attention is shifted and her shoulders slump again.\n\n\"O-one moment...\" The witch says as she holds up a finger, quickly shifting over towards the sound.\n\nAs the doors are pulled open a tiny spirit tumbles into her palms. It's wings unfurl and in a panic, it makes a few whistle sounds as if to mimic crying. Such a creature, as cute as it is, should not be here. Though Esme is completely unbothered, how could she be. This is her companion after all. Setting it on her shoulder, she moves towards the counter to grab the flier so that it may be handed out.\n\n\"Children have gone missing in the nearby woods. I know not of how much Noctis told you. But those woods are my domain. The wicked witch... Well I don't think myself wicked but I am a witch. I need to get those kids back- this is Sweet Tooth by the way.\"\n\n\"HELLO!\" The spirit then yells as it waves its hands around. It's voice is quite childlike and as innocent as it's appearance. The witch however, gives an apologetic look to it's outburst." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza's eyes darted towards the sound of the noise, a small and delicate thud- one that Esme promptly reacted to as well. Her mind stirred, Perhaps a mouse She pondered. She uncrossed her legs and stood up to politely follow Esme and the peculiar thud, keeping a comfortable distance from the witch as not to startle her- Eliza had a habit of accidentally sneaking up on others due to her naturally graceful, quiet steps. Her eyes widened with bewilderment as she laid eyes upon the small creature. \n\nSurely it was a fae, she had never seen one with her own eyes but she had heard stories of them, of their playfulness and childlike spirit. She found the creature before her charming to say the least, it's soft glow and it's adorable antenna forced a genuine smile upon the countess' face. She then approached her and the creature.\n\n\"Sweet tooth... It's splendid to meet you, little one\" She spoke with a gentle tone, as if she were talking to a child- in a way it felt as if she was. \n\nEliza chuckled at the fae's excitable outburst, it reminded her of a certain daughter of hers, Alvyra. She missed the girl dearly, having not seen her in over a month after spending decades together. She then glanced over to Esme, before speaking once more.\n\n\"So I have heard, the wicked witch\" She chuckled before shifting her weight into her right leg, popping her hip out to the side.\n\n\"They tend to misunderstand powerful women like ourselves, can you believe they call me The Crimson Scourge?\" She then collected her thoughts, this was not the time for pleasantries, there were children missing.\n\n\"How can I help, I won't idly stand by as children are robbed from their families. I assume you feel the same, Esme?\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"HEWWO!\" Sweet Tooth promptly responds, leaning forwards on Esme's palm.\n\"Name Sweet Toof! Sweet Toof! Sweet Toof!\"\n\nThe witch cannot help but giggle at her little friend. It is always excited to see new faces, which she often feels bad about. Seldom can Sweet Tooth meet anyone and it is even rarer that she allows it out of the sanctuary of her grove. The locals cannot know, they must not know of the truth behind many of the spirits. Not only would Esme be ostracized, but she fears what their own naivety could bring upon wisps like Sweet Tooth. It should have left with the spirits a month ago, but clearly due to it's attachment it won't. Yet that lingering pain of not being able to fulfil it's desires does bother Esme. But she tries her best not to show and remain positive for the little fella.\n\n\"It is excited- it is always excited.\" Esme then chuckles as Sweet Tooth uncurls it's wings and flies around Eliza.\n\"But yes... Wicked witch, that's me.\"\n\nEsme is clearly no cruel woman. In fact, the woman looks like she could barely hurt a hair on anyone's or anything's body. Her shoulders are up, her posture reserved and a sheepish smile displayed. Yes, truly wicked. Even when she chuckles it is faint like her voice is to be stolen from her at any moment. Like she can barely cling onto as it threatens to fly away. But anyone would be a fool to think she is not powerful. The magic is radiating off of her like the sun and this is her when she has it surpressed.\n\n\"We are unknown to most, this I understand. I cannot harbor such ill feelings towards their beliefs. In fact, I appreciate them. The woods are...\" She starts but struggles to find her next bundle of words to describe them.\n\"They are dangerous and no, the locals shouldn't be going in them. Fairytales or not, there are certain truths in their stories. I may not devour children, pluck the hearts of men and steal the bodies of women... But some may believe my magic can indeed grant wishes... Just not in the way they expect.\"\n\nEsme then finds her seat and allows Sweet Tooth to slowly glide into her lap. Keeping it entertained, she playfully twinkles her fingers above it. It bats and thwacks against her nails, letting out giggles that sound akin to a small whistle. It is amazing how the witch can maintain conversation with such a loud and rambunctious wisp. Her hand occupied, the other now hoisted up so that her chin may rest against it. She gives a nod to Eliza.\n\n\"I actually often work with the orphans here... So yes, I have no intention of standing by while any child is taken by the unseelie. I am not sure how much you are familiar with fae but if you really want to prove yourself... Then you be granted my blessing if the forest both accepts you and brings forth those babes.\"\n\nThere is a strange sense of conviction in Esme's tone. Where once the girl could barely work out a sentence, unable to make eye contact. Suddenly there is an authoritative air about her. Her gaze unwavering, her shoulders firm. Sure, casual conversation may cause the witch to often fumble. But when it comes time to prove oneself, to stand before her greater sense of duty. Her call is to be quickly answered, work done at the witch's behest. If Eliza truly wants to get a sense as to why Noctis chose this woman, a woman who is no elf, no dragon, nothing except for the fact magic is keeping a mere human un-aging. Then she must face the greater horrors deep within the Far Spirit Woods." } ]	506	1,691
373	2024-02-21	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Kallista \| Drakonrider", "message": "At some point in time, Vaenyx caught a sudden movement several feet up ahead. His eyesight was incredible, superior to Kallista's when she moved among mortals. As soon as he saw it, his voice filled her head once more. \"There! To the right, moving into the trees,\" He said, pivoting toward the trees swiftly. He moved over the very top of the trees, his underbelly brushing over them, causing them to sway slightly. Then, he began circling. As soon as Kallista heard the Drakon's voice, she focused ahead and broke into a sprint, turning toward the small cluster of trees. \n\nKallista had no idea where her target was, but she was determined that he would not leave the area undetected. Above, Vaenyx continued circling, dipping lower to get a better look. His mouth was open, displaying his razor-sharp teeth as he circled. His dark purple reptilian-like eyes were the most visible in the darkness. This was how he assisted in most jobs, observing and alerting, leaving the rest to Kallista. \n\nMeanwhile, Kallista walked around the start of the trees slowly, a hand on the pommel of her sword. She didn't want this job to be easy, as she was better than that. On alert, she voiced a command to Vaenyx. \"Keep circling if you prefer, but do not tell me where he is. I will find him from here.\" She said, temporarily closing the telepathic link so she could focus completely. \n\nIt was quite dangerous to not know where your enemy was, as they could sneak up on you quite easily. Her senses were not attuned as much as she liked, in a mortal form. If a sound was heard, she would most likely hear it. Kallista was prepared." }, { "author": "Maelon Erwood", "message": "In that moment, there was nothing Maelon could imagine as more frightening than a large beast flying overhead, brushing against the trees he was hiding beneath. It was made worse by the darkness - it was difficult for Maelon to tell where the creature was, and what its intentions were. All he could see were those eyes and the glint of the teeth when the moonlight caught them.\n\nThe man ducked behind a tree, huddling close to it. Perhaps if he hid long enough there, the creature, which he assumed to be a dragon, would lose interest. \n\nLuck, however, did not seem to be in Maelon's favor today. He slowly peeked around the tree, trying to keep track of the dragon in the skies. As he did so, he saw Kallista standing in the darkness. Maelon cursed silently, quickly hiding behind the tree once more. He didn't dare run with the beast in the sky. His heart pounded in his chest - he didn't want to get himself into a situation worse than the one he was already in, but he was beginning to feel desperate.\n\nSlowly, his hand went down to his belt and began to pull out his dagger. It was an older dagger, so there was a noise as it was unsheathed, though the man tried to draw it slowly. He cringed at the sound, pausing once the blade was free to listen for if Kallista was coming for him." }, { "author": "Kallista \| Drakonrider", "message": "It was more difficult for Vaenyx to locate a target if they weren't moving, hence the constant circling. He intended to keep Maelon in the wooded area, more so than actually locating his exact position from what he could see in the sky. That was up to Kallista anyway, and that's how they worked together on most jobs. Occasionally, he would brush up against the trees, his weight causing them to sway once again. \n\nMeanwhile, Kallista looked at each tree carefully, keeping her steps silent and slow. She didn't unsheath her sword yet, not until she saw him. On her search, she was headed in his direction. When she heard the sound, likely the one of a weapon being unsheathed, she stopped in her tracks. She stared in his direction, her mismatched-colored eyes landing on the large tree. For a few seconds, which may feel like the longest moment to him, everything was silent. \n\n\"You may stop circling now,\" She said to Vaenyx again, before moving closer to the tree. If Maelon were to turn, he would see her. Vaenyx didn't reply, only acknowledging her command by landing on the tops of the trees. Each foot was supported by a few trees to support his weight, and he craned his neck downward to observe. It was quite a terrifying sight in the dark. \n\nOnce Vaenyx settled, Kallista spoke to Maelon, who was a mere few feet away. \"I give you two choices, Maelon Erwood. Would you like to come quietly or shall I drag you back myself?\" She said, her tone firm and voice low. She spoke in the Imperial Common, with no accent identifiable. They were reasonable choices, but Kallista had a feeling it would end with the latter. That's how most jobs went." }, { "author": "Maelon Erwood", "message": "Maelon stood as still as he possibly could. This is a nightmare come true, he thought. If he had been tired beforehand, he would have almost believed this really was a nightmare. Not only was he unsure of exactly where Kallista was now that he was ducked behind the tree - he could see those foul eyes of Vaenyx in the trees.\n\nThe man strained to listen for footsteps, wrestling with the thought of whether or not to attack or run. He did not know this woman, but judging by the fact that the Drakon had not attacked him or her yet, he was almost certain that they were connected somehow. Looking down at the ground, he listened as Kallista spoke to him. She was only feet away, he realized. Gripping the dagger more tightly in his slender fingers, he glanced towards the direction of her voice, not yet daring to peek out from behind the tree. He had an idea.\n\n\"I do not know who you are, but I can assure you,\" He stepped to the side around the tree, standing where she could see him, \"This is all one big misunderstanding.\" In his right hand he held his dagger, a simple weapon but no less dangerous than an extravagant one. In the left, he held a brown bottle, with about a quarter of the contents remaining. Being only feet away, he was certain that she could smell the liquor on his breath. Beneath his hood he gave her a flash of a smile. \"But I won't let you take me in.\"\n\nWith those final words, he chucked the bottle at her head, and in the same motion turned and started to run. Without looking up to see whether or not the Drakon was following or Kallista, he ran as fast as he could, dashing through the brush and the trees. It was his hope that in the short moment it would take her to react to the bottle being thrown, which would likely have spilled no matter what her reaction was, she would lose sight of him." } ]	388	1,492
373.75	2024-02-22	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Kallista \| Drakonrider", "message": "Kallista waited in front of the tree, waiting for him to make the choice. It was much more polite than simply rushing to attack, wasn't it? She felt as if she had a sense of dignity. While eager to complete the job, she was patient. Kallista was willing to wait, as long as everything went as it intended to. When he finally responded, she narrowed her eyes almost immediately. It would not be pleasing in her eyes to hear a lecture as to why she shouldn't take him in. A job was a job, and there were no exceptions. \n\nThe Hunter moved her head as he stepped to the side of the tree. Maelon had his thought, but it was not a misunderstanding. Immediately, her eyes landed on the dagger in his right and the bottle of what she assumed to be liquor in the other. She could smell the faint but familiar scent of liquor. It was easily identifiable. Her first instinct was that he might attempt something, since he was trying to convince her it was a misunderstanding. Her hand tightened on the pommel of her sword and she pursued her lips in clear disapproval. \n\nThe flash of a smile told her everything before she could even react, and the words that came afterward. Her eyes widened in surprise as the bottle was chucked in her direction. Kallista immediately ducked, but unfortunately, the glass shattered against her horns and the remaining liquor spilled, getting on her face and clothes. Cursing loudly in what seemed to be Furian, she turned in the direction he might have ran in and sprinted in that direction in hopes of catching him. \n\nMeanwhile, Vaenyx noticed him dash through the trees and brush. The Drakon turned around abruptly atop of the trees, causing some of the trees to topple over one another due to his weight, but he did not move further. His gaze followed Maelon. Not yet. Kallista came out of the trees, her eyes landing on movement in the distance. She could run for a long time, but could he? That will be the deciding factor if she catches up or he outruns her." }, { "author": "Maelon Erwood", "message": "A moment was all he needed - or at least all he hoped that he needed. Even though he did not look back to see whether or not Kallista had been able to follow his direction, the curses told him what he needed to know. Maelon didn't look back when he heard the trees toppling over. He did not want to know if the Drakon was chasing him, and in truth, it was helping drive his desperation to run as fast as he possibly could anyway. \n\nThe brush and the trees in truth did slow him down, but he was running as though his life depended on it. For all he knew, it could. Even though his quick diversion likely would have ensured that he had a lead on Kallista, it didn't mean that she wouldn't be able to hear him snapping twigs and kicking through the brush. His desperate run may have even been a disadvantage for him, as the further he ran, the more exhausted he would become. He could run, but he couldn't run forever. \n\nAs he ran, he occasionally stumbled on a branch or a root, slowing him down just enough that Kallista may have a chance to catch up with him. Even though his way of life meant that he found himself running from guards and angry merchants, it did not necessarily mean that he was a long distance runner. Before too long, he was huffing and slowing down, and was finding himself tripping on roots and brush, needing to take more and more time to regain his footing. Once, he tripped and fell to his elbows, then out of breath but still full of a desperation to escape, scrambled to hide behind a nearby tree, holding his dagger tightly with a white knuckle." }, { "author": "Kallista \| Drakonrider", "message": "Despite the darkness of the night, Kallista was fast enough to keep Maelon in her sight, at least. If she kept up her current speed, she would be able to see him, but not catch him. The goal was, that she wouldn't tire herself out by the time she caught him, and hopefully, he would tire out. Vaenyx kept eyes on Maelon, still unmoving as if having an entertaining time observing. He was not a threat in the situation, but Maelon had not yet realized that. \n\nThrough the trees and brush, Kallista followed Maelon. While it was hard to see through the trees, the sounds of snapped twigs and kicking through the brush helped greatly. She determined once she caught him, it would be wisest to get quick to fight him before he came up with another distraction. At least, it didn't seem like he had another bottle of liquor. At some point, as they got deeper into the wooded areas, she had a chance to catch up but chose not to. She was waiting for the right moment. At times, she slowed down to jump over a branch or root, to prevent tripping but kept going. \n\nEventually, the sound of him running ahead told her he was slowing down as less sound was being made. The distance they ran was a far one, and the Drakon was nowhere to be seen. It was only the two of them now. Kallista stopped several feet away from the tree he was hiding behind, catching her breath for a few seconds before she spoke. \"It's about time. Are you ready to come now or do you have another bottle to throw at me?\" She said, her tone cold and slightly irritated. In that moment, the sound of steel being unsheathed was heard. \n\nKallista moved forward, inching closer to the tree slowly. Her steps could be heard faintly, due to the amount of leaves and sticks in the area." }, { "author": "Maelon Erwood", "message": "Maelon sat silently against the tree for a moment, his breaths ragged. His legs were trembling slightly from the effort of running, and he could feel the sweat beginning to run down his face. \n\nAs the sound of Kallista approaching halted, he tried to quiet his breaths, though it was nearly impossible with how out of breath he was. In truth, the combination of the liquor and running was making him feel awful. That mixed with the adrenaline and the fear made him feel like he was going to be sick. \n\n\"I'm not coming with you.\" He called out between breaths, knowing hiding wouldn't be of any use. Kallista clearly knew he was behind the tree. \"However much you were offered, I promise I can pay more to make you forget you ever saw me. How's that for a plan?\" He asked, peeking around the tree slowly. But, now that she had drawn her sword, the man's expression turned to one of fear. \"Shit.\" He hissed.\n\nHe scrambled to his feet, slipping a little on the leaves as he did so. \"I said this was all a misunderstanding. Don't do something you'd regret.\" He said slowly, holding his dagger in front of himself in preparation. In truth, he knew he was horrible when it came to a fight, especially one with blades, but he hoped that he would intimidate her enough to make her stand down." } ]	380.5	1,495
269.833333	2024-02-25	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Kallista \| Drakonrider", "message": "\"I don't believe you,\" Kallista said, shaking her head promptly. As he stepped backward, she matched the distance by stepping forward. He wasn't going to get away again, but if it took all night, then so be it. Her stance held patience, as if waiting for his first move. In her mind, she was being thoughtful, not immediately attacking him even after he threw a bottle at her head. \n\nConsidering the way he was glancing at her weapon, and back at her, Kallista could see he was likely contemplating his options. Hopefully, he chose the right one. If he attacked, she was prepared. If he threw the dagger, she was prepared to catch it. She was prepared for anything and everything he tried, hopefully. She was certainly overconfident. \n\nTurns out, she was not prepared. When he started to feign the throw, she quickly blinked, prepared to catch it, only to quickly realize it was a trick. As soon he began to run, she sheathed her sword as quick as she could and started sprinting after him. \"You can't run forever!\" She yelled after him, her tone clearly angry and irritated. Since he was already exhausted, it wouldn't take long. It was time to take action. \n\nHer pace quickened, getting closer to him. While the trees were obstacles, it wouldn't stop her. Hopefully, she could get close enough to tackle him and it would go from there." }, { "author": "Maelon Erwood", "message": "\"Is that a challenge?\" Maelon shouted back at Kallista yelling after him. In reality, he knew that he couldn't run much longer. He was already breathing so hard his lungs hurt, and his legs were beginning to feel like lead. \n\nRunning through the trees, he started to make his way back towards the road, in hopes that maybe it would be easier for him to run longer there. But Kallista was catching up, and he didn't have hope that he would even make it to the road. He could hear her running behind him, and didn't dare want to look back. \n\n\"Really, you can just leave! I haven't done anything to you!\" He shouted between ragged breaths, \"You don't want to spend all night running around, do you?\" Maelon could feel the sweat starting to run down his face, and he was beginning to slow even more. Before long, Kallista would probably reach him." }, { "author": "Kallista \| Drakonrider", "message": "Is that a challenge? No, she didn't intend for it to be, only a fact. While she would get tired eventually, he would first tire out. That's all she needed. Kallista didn't reply to the question, focusing instead on catching up. Maelon had a decent head start, due to his fake throw. It was a desperate trick, but it worked nonetheless. \n\nAs they ran through the trees, Kallista soon came to realize he was heading back to the road. Vaenyx would be waiting, and hopefully, she would catch him before they reached it. She made sure to keep a direct line of sight on him, so she wouldn't lose him in the trees. When he shouted between breaths, she knew he couldn't go much farther. Maelon had done nothing to her, despite the bottle trick, but a job was a job and she wasn't giving up. \n\nKallista had several hundred years experience with bounty and monster hunting, and giving up was not an option. Eventually, she responded to the question. \"I will if I have to, but I doubt you can run for much longer,\" She said. And that's around when she caught up to him. Instead of pulling him backward, she went for tackling him. Now, the job was getting somewhere, and she was prepared to fight him on the ground if she needed to." }, { "author": "Maelon Erwood", "message": "Maelon was about to reply, sure that he had something witty to say. But when Kallista went to tackle him, he didn't get the chance. There was just a slight moment where he heard her preparing to tackle him - where he realized what was going to happen, but he just didn't have the energy or the time to do anything about it. \n\nWhen Kallista tackled him he fell to the ground beneath her, wheezing as the wind was knocked out of him. He even dropped his dagger, which landed Just A little too far for him to reach it. In the darkness and the scramble, though, he didn't even see where it had landed. Scrambling onto his back beneath her, he started throwing blows with his fists and elbows at her head, though he was too exhausted for them to do any real damage. \n\nMaelon was wheezing - he was completely exhausted now, and felt lightheaded now that the wind was knocked out of him. \"Get the fuck off of me!\" He shouted at her, trying to push her off of him with one hand and feel for the dagger with his other. He didn't want to do anything too drastic, but the reality that he was being captured was beginning to settle in - and he was panicking." }, { "author": "Kallista \| Drakonrider", "message": "Luckily, Kallista's goal was a success even if it was a rough landing, more so for Maelon. Upon hearing his wheezing, she knew he was truly exhausted, and likely had the wind knocked out of him from her full body weight taking him to the ground. She landed awkwardly, so she attempted to readjust herself as Maelon scrambled onto his back. Based on observation, it seemed he misplaced his dagger. Kallista didn't care where it was, as long as he couldn't reach it. \n\nWhile he managed to land a few useless blows to her head, she didn't seem to care as she sat on his legs. His attempts to push her off of him were proven unsuccessful, and she soon grabbed both of his arms in a tight grip before she responded. \"I don't think I will. Stop struggling, you know you have lost,\" She said, her tone firm but not as irritated this time. Kallista took deep breaths, regaining her breath from running after him. \n\nA few details of her appearance were most visible now, a black tattoo of three Dragon heads on the back of one hand, and she wore two rings, each on her ring finger of each hand, symbolizing marriage if one were paying enough attention. Once she had both of his arms, she quickly moved off his legs and pulled him to his feet as she slowly pulled herself up. \"It's time to go. You can walk with me, or the Drakon can carry you in his claws. He won't be gentle, so choose wisely.\"" }, { "author": "Maelon Erwood", "message": "Maelon opened his mouth, prepared to try to make some sort of witty comment or argue about what his options were - but now, the reality was settled. He was caught, and he would much rather walk than be carried by the Drakon. When he was pulled to his feet, he was still breaking very hard, trying to regain the breath he lost from running. \n\nNow that he could see her properly, he looked her up and down, as though trying to be certain he would recognize her in the future. It wouldn't be hard, he thought - she was pretty recognizable. He even looked at the rings on her fingers, noticing the symbol of marriage. Perhaps that could help me later, he thought. \n\n\"Fine,\" He said, his voice dripping with frustration, \"I'll walk. But I'll be damn sure I'll walk as slow as I want.\" Maelon lowered his head, his hair a complete mess. It had moslty come undone after he had been tackled, and it appeared generally dirty, likely from his living situation while he was fleeing. \"I hope my bounty was worth quite the sum.\"" } ]	279.5	1,619
546	2023-11-30	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Fayrus Jalewil", "message": "\"Onwards to a new horizon! May luck be on my side for this trip and bless me with a river of good ol' coins\"\n\nThose were the last words he'd spoken in his house. Not even his sisters were sure whether Fayrus was talking to them or just theatrically annunciating that he was leaving to work. Both cases were equally likely so they just waved back at their brother, wishing him a safe journey.\n\nThe traveling was going to be similar to the other times he left the city: purely decided by randomness and by Fayrus's inner sense of business. Precisely, there was no real finish line for the adventure the wizard chose to experience.\nPlanning was hard and selling was always more efficient when done naturally, or at least so he thought.\n\nWell, at least the merchant would've lasted long enough to survive and tell the tale. Being so used to improvising and to carrying around heavy objects made him kind of skilled in the art of \"Not dying in some unknown part of the world\".\nDespite that, he knew the Imperia Fields pretty well, he had crossed it plenty of times already so he felt safe enough to even continue walking during the nightfall.\nSome other time passed and while his confidence would never falter, his legs would've cried out for help if they could.\nEven just standing up with that big of a backpack would've been exhausting for the average man. It was a backpack designed for merchants: bigger than the wizard's back, it was towering over his head while also being almost twice as large as his shoulders.\n\nFayrus was trained phisically enough to carry it but part of the reason why he could move so easily was because of a potion he drank, that would make him able to carry more stuff than usual.\nWhile the tireness was kicking in, he managed to spot a light in the dark, probably made by someone's fire.\nThe wizard simply started to move towards it without questioning it for a second. It was unlikely someone would use a fire to lure poor souls and rob them there, but even if that was the case Fayrus felt sure about his abilities to defend himself.\n\nOnce the man reached the actual fire, he began to relax even more. A glimpse was enough to profile the fire's owner. A fine sword, probably made by some promising blacksmith. Armor and clothes of a quality he'd seen sold by respectable collegues. \n\n\"Ah, my lord, I hope you wouldn't mind a humble merchant to join thee in this late hour to have some rest at the warm hug of a firepit.\"\n\nA smile as bright as a star appeared on Fayrus's face as he got closer to the fire.\nThe light slowly gave the swordsman something more than a silhouette of the figure that was approaching him.\nA long blue robe with some golden details on the edges made by tailors that would dress a duke, simple light brown pants of a honest working man and some black boots that would survive the strongest of storms. And finally the face of a fair man, with the particular circle of 'drawn' black diamonds around his right eye, a detail people would never fail to notice." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖞.\"\n\nHis father loved him, Noctis was one of the few demigods who knew for certain that their godly parent deeply loved him and his mortal parent. When he'd been lying there in the cold, Masculo had formed a visage of himself to keep Noctis warm and when he awoke, he felt rested and loose. He survived those mountains. They wanted him, but his bones still moved, still ached- even if sometimes they could still feel that cold. \n\n- - - - ♦ \n\nAs the merchant arrived, Noctis didn't even look up. He'd heard the man coming from some ways away of course, Noctis wasn't an easy many to sneak up on. Years of living double lives and sleeping behind enemy lines, where one false move would kill you, years of being on the battlefield, sleeping in trenches and amongst the dead of soldiers beloved- and you developed a sense. A sense beyond the five, beyond even the sixth- and when your gifts were perfectly tailored to honing that further, you did it. You did it so you could have even a semblance of a good nights sleep again. \n\nThe first thing Fayrus would notice above all things- the dark clad stranger was Beautiful. As if his face had been carved from the finest marble, imbued by a master artist with the rights touches of color to make his skin seem both flawless and alive, with locks of silky raven hair that curled at the edges and silver eyes that sat beneath long dark lashes. Everything about him was fine, handsome and beautiful, feminine yet masculine too, with a slender and straight nose and a strong jaw. After stirring the fire, he'd look up and smile. It was a warm and inviting smile, and he had perfectly white teeth with no flaw. \n\n\"Please, come warm yourself. A merchant you say? Just so happens ive run into a spot of coin recently, what do you sell? Tea?\" His voice was like music, it was alluring and relaxing like siren song- yet a slight rasp kept it from being totall\n\nY captivating. He poured hot lavender tea (something he'd purchased after a visit with a certain nearby witch), and passed the mug over to Fayrus. \n\n\"Too cold of a night to be sitting alone anyways.\" He said kindly. Already he wondered what exactly would come of this \"Chance\" Meeting. Whatever it was, he'd use it to his own will- he needed to in order to survive this world that surely did not want him anymore." }, { "author": "Fayrus Jalewil", "message": "Fayrus couldn't believe his eyes. Few were the times he was captured by such a beauty, one that would fit a page of a story of legends. Perhaps a bit too beautiful. Something was off, he could feel it. The temptation to summon Raefel and check what magic could be behind it was high, though he would not do so. \nNo honorable man like himself would ever deny the kindness of another nor put the nose in the other's affairs.\n\n\"No, my lord, the only plants I own are for alchemy purposes. I'm a seller of knowledge, magic and potions. If thee are interested in such I'd be more than honored to present my wares.\"\n\nA coin values always the same, no matter who owns it. A cold way of seeing things perhaps, though his thirst was not for wealth itself rather for the wellbeing of his family.\nThe wizard, despite not losing his suspects, would then accept the mug after he had done a thankful bow and he had dropped his backpack off his shoulders, on the ground.\n\n\"Yours are wise words my lord. It is in nights like these that the past wrongdoings come chasing after ourselves.. Or so I read.\"\n\nThe merchant then sipped a bit of the tea, burning the tip of his tongue without overacting to make sure the swordsman wouldn't notice.\n\n\"But where are my manners! My apologies for not introducing me sooner my lord, the name is Fayrus Jalewil, I'm a traveling merchant who's just departing from Capitol.\"\n\nAnd then he'd sit on the ground next to his backpack yet close enough to both the fire and the dark haired man." } ]	640	1,638
372	2023-12-01	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Are you born in the Capitol Realm? Or do you hail from elsewhere?\" Noctis asked, sitting back against the large rock that he'd carried over to the fire to lean against. \"I could have use of magic knowledge, I practice some of the arcane arts myself. Only dabble a bit really in the elements.\" He said almost sheepishly, weaving the persona that he wanted Fayrus to see. Noctis never enjoyed lying but he could do it as easily as he could tell the truth. The trick to lying was to tell the truth almost always, he Did Only dabble in the elements, he just didn't mention that he would be among the elite when it came to the mastery of his own fields. \n\nStill the other truth was that his elemancy was severely lacking, and he felt as if he could always expand his repitore of magic abilities and spells. Potions, trinkets- anything could be of use when the right thought was applied to it. This was good, already the visage of Emi, then Esme's, faces were fading from his mind. It was as if water had been filling his lungs and was now rapidly expelling itself from him, as if part of him were still trapped in the haze. He hadn't warned the others to gon in there, he hoped that would not prove a grave oversight. \n\n\"Well, all things aside, its an honor to meet you Fayrus Jalewil. You may call me Noct.\" He said with a smile, pulling out a wooden pipe from his pack and packing the bowl with tobacco, lighting it with a wave of his finger. \"Do you have a pipe?\"" }, { "author": "Fayrus Jalewil", "message": "\"My mother had me in the lands of Yronis but I now live in Capitol. Moving to a bigger and more traveled city was quite favourable for my profession. Helps me have the best of the best of quality.\"\n\nFayrus was telling a half truth, while that wasn't the reason why he had to move in the first place, Capitol indeed was a place where fine pieces were easy to get by.\n\n\"Elements You say, my lord? Why I have plenty of material in that regard, for every level of mastery dare I say.\"\n\nBy interacting almost weekly with other scholars, Fayrus had learnt that elemental magic was one of the commonest developed types of magic, hence why it was fairly easy to get material about it. The wizard did not know whether those words were actually true or not, but it would've been a fairly safe guess.\nThe merchant then observed the swordsman light the pipe by just using a bit of magic and his finger.\n\n\"Oh no lord Noct, I don't use those. I'm afraid that smoking would set a bad example for my sisters. You see, I don't want them to start just because I do so.\"\n\nHe smiled the truest smile a man could ever do. Whenever his thoughts reached the little sisters he had, he couldn't help it. He only could be honest with his words and his feelings. But another was the subject of his curiosity, he shouldn't let even the thought of his gentle siblings let it fade away.\n\n\"On another note, lord Noct, please let me have a good look at the shape of your magic, so that I might suggest the most fitting of items. I can't allow a noble man to waste time on things that don't match his needs! But no need to worry, thee need to do nought.. Raefel.\"\n\nThe last word was pronounced almost as a whisper, but loud enough for Noctis to hear it. A purple, small purple lizard then began appearing on the merchant's right shoulder. Its eyes were big and yellow, almost the same colour as gold and the right eye of Fayrus also began to transform into one like that.\nThe young man was really curious to see the true colors of his magic. This new eye allowed him to do so. It would make any track of magic spark in purple flame in his vision. A spark as bright as the magic infused into the item, left behind by a spell or possessed by a creature, a flame that would start to become blue the more magic there was." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis nodded his head at the turned down offer, and blew a smoke ring out from his lips. After another puff, he infused some wind magic into the smoke and blew it out again, sending a sailing ship through the ring of the smoke. It was a parlor trick, but he'd delighted in learning it. It was the only reason he'd bothered to learn wind magic, and after he'd gotten the hang of it- he'd learned to float and gather wind currents to manipulate them in close proximity. He gazed inquisitively at the small lizard, a smile playing across his beautiful face and showing the faintest glimmer of pearl like teeth. \n\n \"Interesting...\" He murmured, and unable to hold back his interest in this Fayrus' abilities as the eye changed- let his magic flow from himself. \n\nNoctis was a creature that had existed for three thousand years, though he'd spent most of it asleep, he was still above all things a Demigod. Trained by the Sword Saint Regalia upon the highest mountain of Forstead, sent to dwell and wrestle with the giant children, and one of Scipios Eleven Demigods- upon this realm there were Very Few who could even begin to consider themselves the equal of Noctis in terms of his magical power. It was as deep and powerful as the aspect of beauty was wide, just as beauty can be found in a persons face, clothing, body, it can be found in the wilds, in the sky and the stars, the oceans and the deeps, in metals and foods, music and art. Beauty was an eternal source of power and Noctis was its conduit. \n\nThe blue flame would likely be so bright it was as if Fayrus were staring at the very sun itself. His magical abilities were an aurora of color, northern lights upon his soul, dancing sunsets for his elemental abilities, a brilliant azure of power for his Enhancement magic, rippling shades of grey and purple for his Illusion, Persuasion and Pyschic Magics. He was diverse in his power and yet honed, never dull, never lacking in edge.\n\n He sat there calmly, curious to see what Fayrus would\n\nSee in him, if anything at all. \n\n\"Well?\"" }, { "author": "Fayrus Jalewil", "message": "What Fayrus was witnessing was something beyond anything he suspected. A blue flame so bright the little lizard had to hide behind his master to not lose the sight. Fayrus dared to stare into it for some moments.\nNot only it was burning like a star, it also was as big as the main gate of a castle. The young man wasn't even sure that thing could actually be possible.\n\n\"I'm afraid I don't have anything of your level, my lord. I'm not sure if something of your level even exists, if I have to be quite honest.\"\n\nHe was sweating and he had to put an hand on his right eye to cover it as the transformation would've been too slow.\nYet, even though he stared at a source of magic that could easily pulverize him within seconds, he had an honest smile on his face.\nIt was a blessing, a sight that maybe no other man had witnessed before.\n\n\"Am I... Am I not being disrespectful by calling you lord? Should I be praying to you?\"\n\nThe merchant wasn't sure about what exactly he had in front of him, he only knew that it wasn't a human. It could've been a god, a demon, a champion. \nFayrus was scared, yet he wouldn't run away. \n\n-If I was being annoying I would've already died, right? He must be of good intentions.. I will be able to go back to my sisters.. Right?-\n\nA coinflip with a life on the line. Seconds that became minutes, minutes that became hours.\nThis is how uncertainty was making him feel, an experience between a lifeless limbo and a living hell." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"You honor me with calling me lord, I've let you get away with it for too long. Just call me Noctis and that will be more than enough.\" He said with a laugh, a warm and tinkling sounding laugh- almost childish and yet, something in it was old as the mountains. It was a perplexing sound, a sound as full of magic as anything he'd done so far. \n\n\"So you can see magic? That's a very rare skill indeed.\" He said, stroking his jawline. The familiar, the knowledge of elements and potions- this was a practitioner of the Wizard profession. A merchant, a caster- life was throwing yet another interesting soul at him. \n\n\"If you wish to honor me in any way, then be my friend, Fayrus. That above all things is a resource this world has a very severe shortage of.\" He said, chewing his lip as he watched the merchant. \"Can we agree on that?\"" } ]	343	1,860
361.857143	2023-11-13	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "The barmaid couldn't keep her eyes from drifting to the raven haired man who sat alone, boldly so, in the center of the sitting room. She'd never seen anyone with such a handsome face, those sharp grey eyes melting her every time they crossed her body. It made her feel exposed, vulnerable and yet, she was captivated. \n\nThus was the most common effect of Noctis' presence, his hood thrown back as he thumbed tobacco into his pipe and with a wave of his pointer finger, ignited the bowl and inhaled. \n\n\"Thousands of years asleep and still tobacco is one of the greatest wonders of the world..\" He thought to himself, twin moon like orbs glancing around the room. The world was... Quiet. On average he met people that weren't powerful at all, it was as if some great exodus of ability had occurred and he'd missed it. Deftly he used a tiny amount of wind magic to blow smoke rings and then he blew another puff of smoke and fashioned it into a billowing ship that sailed through the rings into a voyage of dispersal. \n\nHis black sword rested in its sheath upon the stained wooden table as Noctis waited, waited for the threads of fate to pull something, pull someone, anything into his path to show him where he was supposed to go. \n\n\"Father.. Guide me..\" He whispered, casting his silent prayer up to his father who had been silent since his awakening. Noctis had made his way to this Capitol, hoping to find answers in the Eternal City. He was close now and yet... He felt a reluctance now to enter. He should order food soon, he had enough to last him the week if he didn't live like a champion tonight." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "The front door slowly creaked open, as a short frail figure, covered in tattered attire, holes and torn opens in the cloak revealing nothing but darkness underneath. The hooded figure, which now stood at the front door, observed the interior, but instead he was taking in the sensations for warmth for the first time. Feeling the comfort of entering within a building, after not having such sensations of a homey feeling for over a century gave him a bit of life. He let out a silent exhale, knowing that this was going to be temporary, and even knew that his time would be limited here. Since he had no money, he had absolutely nothing besides a magical sword which had aided him through his survival, whether it be walking through the chaotic lands of the East, or even escape from being chased. It felt like a break for him, though, he knew he wouldn't eat anything nor drink anything. He tried his best to keep himself up right, before collapsing onto one knee letting out a quiet groan.\n\nHe wanted to retain his burden to himself, not wanting to draw attention to anyone within in Inn, and instead wanted to shroud himself within the throng of people. As much as this community, this place gave him no feeling of which to belong, he knew that at least he can have a small breather from his ruthless travels. He began to slowly and quietly walk, his feet bare, toward a wall, and leaned against it. Feeling the warmth of the inn on his skin, wanting to feel what home would be like as much as it was temporary. He began to tear up a little, his hood hiding his features in a shroud of darkness so no one can define or see his emotions, or his hardships. He grabbed his biceps, and closed his eyes. Even if it was for a moment. He began to take in what was the temporary, yet very minimal euphoria. He thought he should time himself, as he began to count in his head, through seconds... Ticking up the clock as he counted. Ensuring he wouldn't overstay his already intruding welcome. He knew, or speculated that others probably didn't want to see him here. A homeless man, a freak, and... A being made of hatred. He muttered to himself quietly, as he continued to tick up this imaginary clock in his head.\n\n\"I wish I died that day... I wouldn't have to be walking this much... Wanting to know an answer.\"" }, { "author": "_stork", "message": "Actually change of plans," }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis noticed things, his entire life had been devoted to listening and seeing. He had been one of the primary eyes and ears of the First Emperor, in an age where magic ran rife amongst walking disasters. Silver eyes narrowing slightly, he took in the newcomer. The soft pad of bare feet, ragged clothing in disrepair and yet... The gleam of a blades hilt only just visible. No two time crooks blade either, this was a weapon crafted by either a master or a fool. Shaping a traditional sword as such would be foolishness, but magic weapons, well... \n\n\"Enhance.\" He muttered to himself, fluidly moving his fingers up to tap his ear. Suddenly his hearing increased to a superhuman level and he listened to the soft breathing, the way the person trembled against the wall as if they were freezing and then the muttering... \n\n\"I wish I died that day.\"\n\nNoctis' own mind was thrown back to the past, one flying over the edge of the ravine, seeing Emi turn from him to gaze up at what must have been her master. Heart pounding, he let the enhancement end and stood up, striding across the room. When he got close, Valac would smell scents that remind him of something he enjoyed, a favorite smell, food or home. It was something that people always experienced when in the presence of Noctis. \n\n\"Excuse me! I see you've just come in, you look tired. I've just ordered too much food- perhaps you'd like to sit and eat with me? I haven't got anyone to share a meal with and it can get quite lonely traveling on the road this way.\" His voice, only slightly raspy and yet musical and kind, held nothing but warmth and invitation. \n\nHis black bangs fell across his silver eyes as he stood there, not peering beneath the hood or invading the newcomers personal space. \n\n\"Two bowls of piping hot stew were probably too much for me, and there will be bread and cheese and some mulled wine.\" As he said this, he cast a knowing glance at the barmaid who had been listening in. She understood the message luckily\n\nAnd darted off into the kitchen." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "At he was left in silence for a moment to ponder, reflecting off of his life he war interrupted by the... Taller fellow. He stared upwards toward him, his hand placed on the hilt of his short sword. Though, with no hostility, or intention of attacking, rather just letting his hand rest... He seemed to be right handed. He shook his head raising his hand out. \n\n\"I know that there is a price for such generosity... I am not blind... I know there's strings attached.\" \n\nValac's own voice was mellow, masculine... If you knew who Asura was, his voice perfectly fits that description. He was a little uneasy with the man before him. Valac felt that there was some undertone or underlying intention this man had with him. Valac had only known throughout his life that a kind face, kind words and generous offers always had a price that seemed unreasonable or unattainable. Even if the happiness was temporary he knew of a philosophy \"No good deeds goes unpunished\". Of course a rough fellow like him would reject an offer. As much as it was tempting... And desirable. He couldn't think of a reason why he would accept such kindness to begin with. He felt unworthy of it. Valac had not shown his face, but his irises glowed a dim purple... He radiated this wickedness, though unintentional. He soon asked, his voice a little more stern than previous... \n\n\"Why me...? What makes me... So interesting to you?\" \n\nHe seems a little irritated. He had his reasons for behaving so brash and cold toward this gentle fellow. He can tell just by looking at the man's attire... He wasn't some commoner. He looked of nobility... Which caused him to take a step back in instinct. He had only known that his entire life was a mere tool for nobles for some petty war. He seemed to be more anxious, and giving off some aggression. His hostility began to slowly increase toward the generous man the more he stared at him. He decided that... Being rational, especially in a public place like this, was best. He looked away from him." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis could feel his brow quirk up at the man's response. He was short enough to almost be considered a child, but definitely carried the voice of a man. The stranger also had the demeanor of a cornered animal. There were many reactions to Noctis, many were pleasant, but just as many were nasty. Beautiful people that carried themselves the way he did were oftentimes steeped in the world, narcissistic or cold to the core. \n\nIt was a natural conclusion. \n\n\"You remind me of someone I used to know. I would gain from you eating with me, it would bring me some peace. I get that, you get hot food. We can call it a transaction- if that makes you feel better.\" He didn't follow or move, he let the smaller man do what made him feel safe. Noctis didn't even seem to flinch when the blade was touched. There were many many mages in his time that could do things with magic he could only begin to imagine, but only a couple people could stand against him in a contest of blades and fist. \n\n\"My spot is by the fire, please, the food will arrive soon. I'd think both of us would prefer hot food over cold.\" Noctis' teeth were pearly white, straight and perfect, like the rest of him, his sapphire earrings dangling from his ears flickering from the light of the hanging lanterns above." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"That's... It?\" \n\nHe said as Valac wanted to know more. Needed to know more. There was something that this man wasn't telling him. Valac felt it, his hairs standing on the back of his neck... Even if the man truly had no ill intentions, Valac was still pessimistic about the situation. He let out an exhale, not of relief, but more like... He couldn't help it. His life was already a living Hell, there was nothing that can make it worse. Even if the man before him had some other underlying intentions he doesn't know of, Valac had looked down at the ground... As if trying to make a decision. He was a little indecisive, but finally made his choice as he gripped the handle of the blade temporarily... Before letting it go... His right hand dropping to his side as he voice stuttered, a resonating melancholic groan. \n\n\"I guess... It wouldn't hurt... A drop of water in an ocean... Isn't too bad...\" \n\nIt was cryptic, what he spoke of... He slowly walked over toward the man's table, which was by the fire. He was still speculative, assuming the worse. Feeling like this man wanted more than just... Something so minor. He couldn't help it. It was in his nature to assume the worse. He didn't pull down his hood, wanting to conserve his identity or look. Knowing that it was an attention grabbing aspect of his... He hated it. He despised the attention... Even with this... Small yet temporary happiness he couldn't take it for granted. He was... Very well mannered as he sat down, his elbows were off the table, and his hands rested on his lap. Valac began to just... Stare at the scars on his hands, the rough callouses, and tough patches of skin that would cover his finger tips. He rubbed his fingers together... Feeling the abrasiveness. He began to contemplate of this was even the right choice. He began to feel... A strange sensation in his chest. Being by the crackling flames, the soothing sounds flickering in his ears... Like what it feels like to be... \"Home\". He had never experienced that." } ]	449	2,533
499.944444	2023-11-14	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "As they settled down at the table, Noctis flashed a dazzling smile at the barmaid as she delivered steaming cups of spiced wine. Her fingers lingered on his knuckles as she passed him the cup and then she skirted away. His delicate finger traced the lip of the mug as he seemed to think for a moment, before he raised the mug to his lips and took a deep drink. \n\n\"When I was a young man, I'd stop at inns like this and get into all sorts of trouble.\" He said with a slight chuckle of reminiscence. The wine burned through his system, flooding his chest with warmth as the spices settled on his tongue. \n\n\"My name is Noctis Camille, a wandering adventurer.\" He said, not extending a hand. This man was already skittish enough, the poor stranger might flee at any sudden movements or worse, strike. \n\n\"Here let me move this for when the food arrives. Guess I'm rusty on my table manners.\" He said with a laugh and reached out, pulling his longsword off the table and propping it gently against a wooden leg. \n\nThe sword in question was a work of art- and likely worth twenty times it weight in gold. It's pommel blazed like a flame, catching the lights in the room- it was a rose made of ruby. The crossguard was platinum and etched with a strange, slightly glowing set of runes. A magic weapon. \n\n\"This is the first inn I've managed to reach in some time- the road gets rough doesn't it?\" He asked the stranger, leaning back in his chair and taking another sip of his steaming wine, watching him with those piercing silver eyes." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "As the man sat across from him, a cup of spiced wine wine in his hands, he only stared for a few moments. He didn't speak listening to his reminisces. Once Noctis gave an introduction to his name... Valac bowed his head a little, as he spoke quietly, yet formally. His voice wad mellow, the sternness and hostility that was once rising previously had diminished into a passiveness. \n\n\"It is a pleasure to meet you... Noctis Camille. I am Valac Carnifex, you can say... I am in a similar boat.\" \n\nReferring to his situation of being a \"Wandering adventurer\", but he wasn't an adventure... More of just a wanderer. Valac raised his head. Valac eyed the sword once, and didn't react. He thought the blade looked too fancy... Too luxurious, like it wasn't really meant for battle... Though, he couldn't judge it based on its appearance. He had his own blade that was quite unique in its design, flashy in its own right. So he didn't make any insulting remarks of the sword. Rather just analyzed it a little bit... The purple dim in his eyes grow in its vibrancy as he was trying to detect if it was magical, before seeing the strange runes etched within its cross guard. A magic blade. \n\n\"Interesting...\" \n\nHe muttered to himself, though interrupted from his analysis of the blade. The vibrant colors in his irises dimmed back into darkness... Forever concealing his true appearance. Valac shook his head slightly to the man.\n\n\"What do you know of rough? Your attire... Your look... So soft. Like you haven't even seen anything... Living in some pampered life being an adventurer...\"\n\nAs much as what he said was rude, he couldn't help but be cold toward this man. Difficult. \n\n\"I highly doubt someone like you would understand...\" \n\nHe looked away, as much as he sat well mannered, his behavior and his insulting words defined him as different. Valac didn't see him as beneath, rather, he saw him as ignorant, and blind to the world.\n\nHe accidentally slipped up, saying something he shouldn't have due to his exhaustion. It was the first time he began feeling the comfort of sitting next to the flame, and it began to ease on his mind, causing his cruel and cold charade to break a little as he expressed something he he never told anyone... Even carrying the burden to himself.\n\n\"Almost 2 centuries...\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "The energy that radiated off the small man was a dark one, it was more than just a sense of mistrust- though that was apparent- it was something else. Something new. He'd lived a long time even in his own time, and he'd met many strange and fascinating people and creatures. There was something here... But he couldn't put a finger on it. \n\n\"Thank you, thank you. This looks delicious- you really shouldn't have!\" He said, diverting his attention to the barmaid who had come to deliver the food. She placed the two bowls of stew and a loaf of bread, two big slices of cheese, a bowl of grapes and a sugary looking cake roll on the table. She smiled and he flirted lightly until she was gone, and they were left with the food. \n\nHe'd noticed the catch of his blade- good, so that meant that this man knew a magic weapon when he saw one. If that was the case, it was more and more likely that the small stranger was also carrying a magic blade. Interesting indeed. \n\n\"What do you know of rough?\" The strangers voice was accusatory- and he could understand why. Ever since Noctis was a boy, he'd had an uncanny ability to always look presentable. His hair never tangled, his breath never soured or stank even if he forget to clean his mouth. During the Conflict he'd been on the field for weeks, when his cousins had begun to stink he'd smelled as good as ever, he never stayed dirty long and his clothing seemed to resist picking up dirt or stains so long as they were on his body. \n\nHe glanced down at his black clothes, his gold embroidery and platinum armor pieces. Even his hands were uncalloused and soft as silk. \n\n\"Looks can be deceiving. Should I think you're not threat merely because you're not as tall as I am?\" He asked, no retort or hostility in his voice. He phrased it simply and matter of factly, but in no manner shared a tone of rudeness. \n\nIt was the last sentence that caught his attention. \n\n\"Two centuries?\" He asked, blinking his long and defined lashes once as he look at\n\nHis dinner guest, reaching out and spooning some stew into his mouth. It was unfortunately mediocre, but he wouldn't complain about it when it was much better than starving." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Valac was unamused as the man would be so... Tender and kind toward the barmaid, though once the food arrived... His stomach let out a loud bellowing growl. He was ashamed, but he couldn't help his bodily reaction toward something that looked so appetizing, even if it was mediocre at best, he hadn't eaten in weeks... This was significant. Hearing Noctis say something that was a little alarming to him, a truth, he cannot help but concur with Noctis's statement that looks can be deceiving. Valac picked up the spoon, dipping it, and filling the bowl of the spoon with some of its broth. He took a quiet sip, and ate slowly. As much as he was starved, and even malnourished... He cannot behave like some street animal who hadn't eaten anything. \n\nValac's shoulders jumped up a little in surprise realizing his mouth was running a bit too much, even with his cold front he didn't want to satiate the man's curiosity. He continued to eat... Taking his time, as much as his mind was filled with a frenzied rush of wanting to devour as much and as quickly as possible... He was disciplined... Heavily disciplined. After having a few spoonfuls, he placed the spoon into the bowl, with his words tenderly stammering out from his lips. He never liked thanking anyone... As ever since he did, it would always conclude to him having to do something in return, but he was gratified and grateful toward Noctis. \n\n\"T-t-thank you... I-I appreciate this... I-I agree that... Appearances are deceiving... It doesn't define who a person truly is.\" \n\nHe continued to spoon the stew into his mouth. The warm sensations he felt... He began to sniffle a little bit. He was in disbelief... He was hurting. Letting out a quiet whimper before finally speaking, his voice toned and laced with melancholy. \n\n\"This is some sort of sentimental dream... Some sort of fiction... This... Cannot be real... There has to be some sort of string attached...\"\n\nHe tried to deviate the subject along with trying to ignore Noctis's attentiveness to Valac's slip up. He was pretending that he wasn't heard, as Valac didn't want to clarify anything, nor did he want to give any information... Though, this interaction probably gave quite a lot of information, but only the bare bones rather than things being fully fleshed out." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Valac Carnifex, a unique name. He couldn't place the surname, not a member of some long lost demigod family and yet what was it about this man that stood out? His height was obviously an outlier, he really could be mistook for a child and he was almost... Almost feral in a way. He reminded Noctis of a dog who'd been beat too many times, unsure if it wanted to bite and rip at flesh or curl up and flee. \n\n\"Of course, thank you for eating with me. It's been a long time since I've shared a meal with anyone.\" This was true, sort of, as he'd been asleep for thousands of years, but even before his fall, it had been a few months since he'd eaten with Emi or his brothers in arms. Scipio had grown more distant those last few years... \n\nNo, no not the time to reminisce. His heightened senses, not quite superhuman level but definitely close even without his magic- a side effect of both his parentage and long term use of enhancement magic on the body. The more he used that magic, the more it left lasting effects on him and the higher he could push himself. There likely wasn't another Mage in the world who could replicate his ability with Enhancement. \n\n\"Well, you might be asleep, but I'm certainly awake. I'll say though, if this Is A dream and you've placed us here instead of some royal suite with the best foods in the world- I'll be pretty disappointed.\" He said, a wry grin on his face. Doubtful that Valac was going to appreciate humor but, one can't help what he is. \n\nThat two hundred years statement though.. He'd let Valac drop it, but his curiosity had been touched. Cutting a piece of bread off the loaf, he dipped it into his stuff and ate happily alongside- somehow not spilling any crumbs or droplets despite eating in a much more crude manner than Valac." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "As Valac continued to eat... Never had he thought he heard such an amusing joke. He... Snickered for the first time. He shook his head, letting out an exhale through his nose. He was amused by his little joke. This man before him, Noctis... Valac felt a sensation in his hearts... Something he hadn't felt in awhile. Trust. Actual comfort. He decided to invest his trust into Noctis, he soon took off his hood. Revealing his face... A youthful man, definitely contrasting his age. He looked young, like a boy. With long, black, slick back, spiky, bedridden hair... He was smiling for the first time. He had a mark on his forehead... Above his right eye... It was small, but a wicked spiral. Almost like a tattoo, but it emitted an impious radiation. Though, his expression, and his demeanor are far less hostile. He finished the soup, and looked up at Noctis. \n\n\"You are an amusing and perplexing fellow...\" \n\nHe said with a bit of a grin, though his eyes were dull, lifeless, his expression was of a joviality, but his eyes expressed intense despair. It looked like the man had been through a lot... Or the boy. It looked perplexing, the fact he looked so young yet his voice, his eyes defined and painted a different picture. It was a thousand-yard stare. He didn't blink... He was keen on the man. \n\n\"... This maybe me being naïve, even fucking foolish, but... I want to trust you... Never had anyone given me... Without anything back. No task, no desire, no ill intention. You're... A kind hearted man in this cruel, corrupt, black world... I guess, I'll even tell you what I am...\" \n\nValac raised out his hand as a formal introduction to himself, and wanting to entrust Noctis. He seemed to be genuine with it, as much as his eyes expressed great despair, and ceaseless pain. For the first time ever, a man like him, wearing such spiffy attire, such luxuries would be so kind to him. He felt like a fool, and even naive... But... He didn't care.\n\nAt least there was something. At least he could try. Though his ambitions may not lie with Noctis's, he couldn't disregard the kindness Noctis had given him. Valac thought people like him are what should be kept closest, as comrades... As friends. He wouldn't want to waste that opportunity." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "The sound of the man's weak laughter was enough to make Noctis grin. He'd always enjoyed making people laugh. His father had been about beauty, that was what most thought at least, a vain and foolish god. Yet Masculo was the embodiment of beauty- beauty came from within as well as from the surface. He'd only talked to his father a few times, though perhaps more than most any other demigod, but he adored him. He loved his father as much as someone could love a parent- because Masculo was kind and good, he was a beautiful man who shared an infinite amount of love. That Was what beauty was. \n\nNoctis didn't lose his smile or shift away after the hood fell, it was as if Valac had not dropped the hood at all. He of course took in all the details, not an Elf as Noctis had thought and yet, that deep voice but almost boyish face and height relayed that this young man was either touched by magic... Or he was not human. \n\n\"Well Valac, I have never betrayed a friend. If you're willing to trust me- then let us agree to be friends. Then it won't matter what either of us are, and we can enjoy this meal together.\" At last he stuck his hand out across the table for Valac to shake. A handshake, an offer of friendship- Noctis was unaware that he was replicating the exact moment Scipio had asked to be Noctis' friend. \n\nThis man had been hurt, hurt bad. Noctis had seen that look in the eyes of soldiers, men who had fought for the first emperor and in their eyes, had unfortunately lived. Men who faced down the might of gods and lived only by chance or sheer determination, men who's best friends, comrades and brothers in arms had been slaughtered horribly before them. \n\nNoctis himself had taken nearly fifty years to lose that look after the horrors he'd committed to ensure victory. \n\n\"I could use a friend, Valac.\" He said softly, only the tiniest hint of sadness in his voice." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Hearing Notcis's assuring words, with Noctis grabbing his hand. Valac gave a firm handshake. Noctis could tell, just on touching his rough hand... It wasn't human at all. This boyish looking man... Was no human at all. He depraved humanity. It felt as if he touched evil, but... Valac was unaware, and it was unintentional to be radiating such impious wickedness. Something that even Gods would detest. Though, Valac seemed different... The aura he radiates though entirely of impurity, he expressed something else. Relaying his trust... And, to him... To Valac, it was valuable. Very valuable. He'd never give out his trust to anyone... But Noctis was the only one Valac felt in his heart, in his soul that he can trust. Hearing the hint of sadness within his voice, that Noctis could use a friend... It made Valac a little happy, and hoped that... He can be his friend. Though, he felt shallow... He couldn't share any experiences of euphoria or likings with him. It was impossible... As the only thing he had endured was loneliness, and intense suffering. Valac spoke. \n\n\"I... Want to say this ahead of time... I know that this may instill fear, you even may come to despise me... Even regret talking me... Because of what I am. But... I'd like to make it clear, because it is that I trust you.\" \n\nHe broke the firm handshake finally looking down. His eyes didn't water, but he looked extremely despaired by the fact he knew what he was, yet didn't really know how to assess or define it. He leaned close to him, so he may whisper, as much as it looked a little weird, he didn't want anyone else to hear. \n\n\"I am not human...\" \n\nHe spoke, his words shaky, as he looked quite unhappy himself. He looked despaired as he whispered. \n\n\"I know... That I am what one would consider a demon. An impious aberration... Though, what kind, or what I truly am... I don't know... All I know is... I am evil...\"\n\nValac defined himself as evil, even though he hadn't done anything or have ill intentions... Even saying this took a lot of courage. What was... Contrasting, ironic even... As to why if someone was evil, would state that? Why would they even remark that they are a monster? Even toward someone he just met, even if he relayed his trust to that person... Valac believed himself to be evil." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "This man's hands were strong, surprisingly strong. Most people he touched were so delicate to him that he had to be very gentle. Noctis' superhuman strength was on a level that was above even that of other Demigods, only children who's parents who's very purpose was to be strong matched him or surpassed him in strength. That was on a base level, before he used his Enhancement. \n\nHowever that wasn't the surprising bit- not truly. Noctis knew before Valac confirmed it that this man was Not Human. It was like he was touching a live conduit of the dark, a sucking void where light simply ended. \n\nDuring the early years of the Cousin Conflicts, Noctis and a squadron of soldiers were sent into the Lands Beyond, a place that almost seemed to eagerly welcome night and reject the sun. There they fought monsters, horrible things with incredible power. They'd been seeking resources to help aid in growing riches to feed armies, and Noctis had succeeded. \n\nThough only because of Scipio. As Noctis and the few surviving soldiers rushed to leave, one final foe arrived. A figure wreathed in shadow and dark mist- so powerful that he would have died had Scipio not arrived. He hadn't felt something like that since now. He Should Be afraid, should be ready to fight- but... \n\n\"I am evil.\" Those words rung out across the table and Noctis gazed at Valac for a moment stunned. Yet it was the very fact he'd said it, the way he seemed to almost hug the warmth of the flame, the savoring of the stew he ate and the gratitude he showed, the sound of his laughter. \n\n\"I've known evil, Valac Carnifex. If there is anything I can ever give you, let it be the knowledge that whether or not you come from something dark, you at least are in a position to choose to not be evil.\" \n\nThere was no pity in Noctis' eyes, no fear or condemnation. Noctis was strong, in this age he was unsure if there was anyone left at the caliber he had reached. Perhaps people had found ways to surpass even the Demigods\n\n, but here and now he was not afraid because... They were friends. \"Be at ease, Valac. We're friends now, I'm not letting you out of it that easy. You'll have to accept being stuck as my friend.\" He said with a warm smile, and then took another drink of wine." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Feeling Notcis's grip strength on his hand, previously to their handshake... He can't help but notice that the man was strong. For someone who looked so soft and squishy, he had a different side. It surprised Valac a little bit, he believed that Noctis was more of a man of whits and cunning prowess rather than raw physical power. He recoiled himself back into his seat, his dull eyes started to look glassy, glistening. It was as if he was about to cry... There were even tear stains on his cheeks, he was dirty. Soon Valac continued to eat, and with efficiency, yet well mannered he finished eating the stew, as well as some bread. He still hungered as his body was physically different than what was human. Needed more, and had higher demands, but he wouldn't make such a request. He didn't want to abuse the man's generosity. \n\n\"I'm... Glad you still see me... That way even after I've stated a truth...\" \n\nHe was a bit happy that, even though the man before him was a warrior, even unusual to Valac, hearing Noctis state that he shouldn't worry allowed for an easier state of mind. Though, Valac had to make a remark, the strength of the man's grip he felt previously upon their handshake. He was silent about it, though he showed no hostility, or hatred toward him pointing this out. \n\n\"I don't know how you achieved such strength with an appearance of yours. As much as we both know the statement of 'looks can be deceiving', a man with strength of yours is contrasting to how you look... I assume... You're something greater than that of a mortal.\" \n\nHe tilted his head to the side, just a little bit as if looking like a curious animal. \n\n\"If you don't mind me asking... What are you...?\"\n\nValac had no plans to end the relationship because of anything, rather he was more curious to understand and know his friend. Valac did trust him, but he had curious questions too. Wanting to know more of his benefactor. Even if such aid was as small as feeding him, it was something he appreciated a lot." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis studied his new companion, his own head tilting slightly as the gears turned in Valacs head. This man was definitely no boy, he was clever and noticed things. Noctis was more and more confident that the sword Valac carried was not an ornamental toy- and that he would be impressive using it. Chewing his lip as his friend ate, he could see how ravenous the traveler actually was. \n\nWhile Valacs head was down to eat, Noct gestured for more at the barmaid, who noticed because she couldn't stop making eyes at him. She was pretty for what it was worth, but he felt sick to his stomach at the thought of embracing her in any way. Thoughts of Emi would flood, the scar on his stomach would tingle and the knowledge that she was dead and gone, it was too much to bear now. \n\n\"I'm glad you still see me that way.\" Valacs words were haunting, and Noctis' heart broke for him. In the cousin conflicts, men came home to their families entirely changed. Forced to kill others who were only desperate to care for their families, sometimes forced to kill their own friends when magic manipulated minds and masses. Valac looked broken in that way. Noctis had been broken in that way. \n\nAs Valac pondered Noctis' strength, he couldn't help but chuckle. Even his laugh was a sweet sound that made a nearby Dwarf at a table him merrily into his mug as thoughts of family flooded his mind. Brushing a black curl away from his silvered eye, he analyzed Valac for a moment before raising a slender finger, good for maybe playing piano or plucking a harp- never suspected of carrying a blade. \n\n\"If you'll keep it a secret, I'll tell you.\" He said, leaning forward. \"It's because I'm very, very good at a particular type of magic.\" This was not a lie, not in the slightest- though nor was it the full truth. He was in fact mortal in a large capacity, but he was of course more so too. Greater though, well... He didn't know if he agreed with that. Scipio had been the greatest Demigod to ever be born\n\nBut even he had fallen away to the sands of time. How Noctis had outlasted the 11? Well.. \n\nNoctis sighed and leaned back. \n\n\"It's called Enhancement Magic. It's designed to boost the strength, speed, stamina, endurance and senses of its user. It's incredibly hard to use and taxing on the body and mind- but I've mastered it. I born with an affinity for it you could say.\" He said, looking at Valac for their reaction." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"After what you've given me, and knowing of what I am... Of course, I would keep it a secret. Even with my life on the line, my pitiful existence... I will protect your secret.\" \n\nClenching his hand into a fist and placing it on his chest. Similar to a vow, but Valac would keep that promise. For someone like Notcis, Noctis had given him something he had never dreamed to encounter. True kindness. He listened intently, hearing his magic. He had... Never heard of enhancement magic before. He raised his eyebrows, hearing the man explain his magic. All Valac did was give a thumbs up and nod his head. As he didn't overreact or look in shock. He thought it was an impressive feat. He then spoke, a tone of casualness and a bit impressed. \n\n\"Cool.\" \n\nHe nodded, putting his hand down, as he crossed his arms. He understood where his strength came from, Valac wasn't knowledgeable in magic, aside from his own, nor was he extremely fond of history. He would keep it a secret. And a secret at heart, as much as what he thought of that is an impressive feat. Valac wasn't going to revere and be in shock over something so convenient, he then asked a bit curious. \n\n\"Is that why you look so pretty?\" \n\nValac wasn't attracted to the man, but he had to point out that Noctis had beautiful face. His tone was quiet, and a whisper. As this topic was... Suppose to be secretive, so he would maintain a low tone so only Noctis could hear. Valac speculated that such a strong man would only look this gorgeous could be from that magic enhancing his look. Valac was a curious demon. Valac believed it to be the case, looking so spiffy, soft handed, and... Even a bit feminine, of course he speculated that.\n\nThe fact this man was a master at his magic... Valac's eyes widened a little, his posture perking up. He was eager to ask, though, he was couldn't help but feel like he would be demanding too much of the man's time for asking something like this. Regardless, he'd rather shoot his shot now than any other time. \n\n\"Can you... Help me... I want to improve my abilities... I want to know what I am, what lies dormant within. Can you... Train me? I feel like I'm asking too much, but I'd like to know what I am... What I really am, and get stronger. I've lived a life being a carpet for others, a tool... I don't want to continue living my life being that.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "The fundamental laws of Enhancement magic were rather simple, all things considered. It was in all reality, a process of maths. You took your inherent values and you multiplied them against each other, or you could divide other values and apply those as additions to another value. This method reduced strain on the body. \n\nNoctis had become so fundamentally in tune with those inherent values that he'd found ways to work the numbers in a fashion that pushed him above and beyond. The best part of it was that the magic over time changed the body, it enhanced it and increased the inherent values- so you had a bigger pool of numbers to work with. \n\nNoctis burst out laughing at the comment about his looks, a sound so jovial and sincere it was as if the fire got warmer in response and the room grew brighter. Conversation seemed to spring up from the tables as parties of folks began to converse about good adventures or swap stories of fond memories. \n\n\"A large focus of mine is my body, I'll admit. I was born into a very good genetic lottery. If you think I'm pretty you should see my father. I'm a pale imitation.\" That was the truth. Never would anyone lay eyes on something or someone more lovely than Masculo. \n\n\"Confidence, self care- those things are one and the same with beauty. I've seen men with faces squashed and noses bulbous with the most beautiful of wives because they had confidence, in themselves, their abilities.\" \n\nHe clucked his tongue as he was requested to train Valac and he considered it. This man, being, was indeed powerful. In fact Noctis was quite sure that he was in many ways still a fledgling, an egg waiting to hatch. Whatever lay beneath him was a roiling mass of darkness- and it would either doom the world or be what was needed it the next time a threat like the Dragons arrived. \n\nEither way... Noctis decided in that moment that he should be close to Valac, to try and steer his fate in the right direction. \n\n\"I can, yes. I have an interest in history\n\nAnd I have a way with people. I'm certain together we can find a way to figure out what you are and how to channel it properly. I'll do my best to teach you magic and swordsmanship as well, though everyone is born... Unique. People have affinities for magic and can only reach a certain level if they have the right affinity. Even the basics of Enhancement might be enough to save you from a sword or an arrow though.\"" }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Hearing the man's explanation of his face that he was pretty because he was... Well, he got it from his father... Valac would a little surprised. He thought such feminine features would probably be from the mother, but from the father? He blinked a few times, that was the one thing that gave him shock. He grinned chuckling a bit as he spoke. \n\n\"I guess you're right with your statement... Confident and self care I guess are also qualities of beauty.\" \n\nHe shook his head, but seeing the man agree to aiding him in his improvement... Valac's dull eyes shined, glistened, it looked of hope. He made a painful look, like his heart ached from hearing such generosity. He cleared his throat, shaking his head as he didn't want to cry infront of the man. He then raised his hand up as he spoke. \n\n\"I-I... I don't need swordsmanship... I've already honed by blade for over a century... As that was the only thing that was keeping me from going insane...\" \n\nHe laughed a bit awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head. Looking away... It was true, throughout his wandering journey. He had to do something so his sanity wasn't completely depleted, so... Training and honing his sword skills, and his mind had proven something that would occupy him during his rough journey. \n\n\"I've learned that... Just a sword isn't enough... Everyone has that, and people want to have a one up, or a trump card up their sleeve that makes them different... So... I'll be in your care.\" \n\nHe said as he looked like a jovial and happy boy, as if he had gotten a good grade on an exam, or had received a gift. He looked extremely thankful. Valac was trying his best to keep the impulsive palpations of relief and euphoria within his heart. Not wanting to spill out from his eyes, in the form of tears. He didn't want to be seen as weak. It was slowly getting too much for him... He got up from his seat. \n\n\"I-I'm sorry... I-if you'll excuse me...\" \n\nHe began walk away... His breathing was a bit heavy, erratic, he placed his hand on his face.\n\nHe only thought of one thing, which kept him composed as he went into one corner of the inn. 'Don't cry... Don't cry'. He took a deep breathe, as a few tears would slowly roll down his already tear stained cheeks. He had clenched his fist again, and pacified himself. He walked back to the table... Wiping the few tears that remained on his face. He looked extremely jovial. \n\n\"No matter what...\" \n\nHe stood next to Noctis, his voice was more jovial, and more tender as he spoke. \n\n\"I won't forget this day... I'll make it up to you... Somehow, someday... When I reach somewhere... I promise that I'll repay your kindness.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis nodded along but did not interrupt Valac as he spoke. An accord had been made, a deal struck- they were friends. Valac Carnifex, the creature man of darkness, and Noctis Camille, a demigod out of time. What a rag tag duo they were. \n\nSo Valac thought he could use his sword? Now that was interesting- he'd have to see it in action. Noctis loved strong people. Killing made him sick to his stomach- after enough killing for three lifetimes he was quite eager never to need to again, though it did not mean he wouldn't. \n\nNoctis didn't object or chase when Valac left, he let the man move at his own pace. Years of diplomacy, infiltration and spying had caused him to develop an accrue awareness of mental states and when and when not to push things. This was a big thing for Valac who likely had spent most of his years alone- at least two hundred. Yes Noctis had determined that Valac was quite old. \n\n\"I'd love to live in a world where kindness was the currency we dealt in.\" He said to Valacs promise, thinking solemnly on the dream he'd had as a child. To create a world that was beautiful and good. It was doubtless that would ever come to be, the cycle of ages continued ever on- but he could at least help build a small circle. Valac was the start of that. \n\n\"For now let's eat, and consider ourselves a party. We have a lot of work ahead of us Val, so let's eat and get a room with some warm beds and a nice bath I think. We should also get ourselves a job. It's likely the bartender here has some quests for us, most Inns these days have them. Apparently adventuring is a real popular source of work.\" He said, chuckling as if this were a new thing that hadn't been around for years. Well for Noctis, it was new." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "His demeanor was a lot different than their first few moments. Valac felt naive, but was also relieved that... Such a kind man existed. The duo of a Demon and a Demigod... Like a Yin and Yang. It was interesting. He nodded, he was enthusiastic about the entire ordeal. Forming an ally, especially a friend, was very desirable. Valac sat back in his seat, across from Noctis... He laid back a little as his body steamed a little... It had been awhile since he ate, and his malnourished look faded a little. Valac's skin complexion, or color, was light skinned. Tanned, almost like the desert sand yet shaded. He looked a bit awkward hearing all the necessities required as his tone was a bit awkward.\n\n\"I... I don't got any money...\" \n\nHe was speculating that Noctis would... Probably be too generous, and Valac was already too thankful for it. It felt burdensome, he even felt ashamed. He didn't want that... He felt like he was being a bit of a leech. He had to think of something. \n\n\"I-I'll just wait outside.\"\n\nHe was excited to work with his new comrade, but didn't want to burden him. He didn't want to be a liability, or some sort of responsibility. Seeing the... New bowl of fresh stew, he can't help but eat it. As he ate... His body began to steam off, as if it was being saturated. Even though it wasn't a lot, it was unique how is body work. He picked up the bowl of stew, and completely downed it... He tenderly placed the bowl down on the table, and wiped his lips with a napkin. It was a bit crude, but he was a hungry lad. His body had a unique, yet beneficial yet unique reaction to him eating. His face was slowly turning red as his body was burning up from the unusual reaction. He was breathing heavily. \n\n\"I apologize you have to witness me in this state.\" \n\nLooking flushed red, he disliked looking... So strange, so embarrassing. He looked at his hands for a moment, flexing his forearm a bit... It wasn't thin or boney anymore.\n\nIt was... Thicker, more muscular, as if reverting back into its form. It dripped with sweat, as he grinned a little... He looked excited to have some of his normal strength returned, but he had no evil intention. More... Just happy and extremely thankful toward the man." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Nonsense Valac, we'll share a room. Won't be too costly, I'm sure we can get ourselves a job. They usually entail hunting a monster or finding a lost pet, nothing too crazy at first. I'm still figuring out the system myself but we will get the hang of it.\" He said, waving away Valacs intention of sleeping outside. \n\n\"So, your body changes when you eat? As if it's directly correlating itself to your strength levels- interesting.\" Noctis said, leaning his chin on his palm and studying his new friend, the post framed his jawline excellently and caused the barmaid to swoon in her corner. \n\n\"Anywho, I'll go get us a job and a room. We can rest and recover from our travels and head out to earn us some money. We will need it in the Eternal City I think.\" He said, standing up. He was a tall man relatively speaking, 6'1 and moved silently, swiftly. Like a predator in the wilds stalking prey and yet with the confidence of a royal putting themselves on display. \n\nApproaching the bar, Noctis got the bartenders attention and cleared his throat. \n\n\"Pardon me, I was wondering if you heard any rumors, or had any jobs we might be able to pick up?\" His silver eyes were warm and inviting in the light, his dark curls only barely brushing the platinum pauldrons he wore." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "Valac was a bit surprised that the man wanted to a share a room with him. He grinned a little, this man was doing alot for him. He was what you would call a true homie. He believed there was some hope in this world. His flushed look dissipated returning back to his normal skin color, that of tanned of middle eastern descent. He then nodded once to agree. \n\n\"Well... My body metabolizes a lot faster, and regenerates... I guess you can say that... I feel almost myself again... Though, I still don't know... What I am.\"\n\nAs much as Valac doesn't know of what he truly is, even though he is a demon, that attributed to darkness... He was far greater than any other demon. That he won't find out until later. A vessel for something dark... Something dormant, but... It is uncertain if he would change. If he would change once discovering, or recollect his true identity, his thoughts and memories of what is within. What the darkness knows that he doesn't. \n\n\"For sure.\" \n\nHe replied as the tall man would stand up, walking and moving quickly. Valac was alarmed by this man's... Display of unique strength. He had power, yet of silence. Valac speculated to be... Similar to he was. Maybe an infiltrator, or made and forged by beings before to be an imitator but instead was a true monster underneath. Valac remained seated, he was now full... He hadn't eaten so long and for the first time he had a fully belly. His body continued to steam as it reverted itself to what he used to look like back before he was starved and malnourished.\n\nValac kept a bit attentive toward Noctis, almost analyzing him more thoroughly, from his stride to his posture, from his demeanor to his behavior. Valac's perception grew quickly. He thought to himself:'Maybe I can request a sparring match with him... He maybe physically stronger than I, but I'd like to know... What potential I have to reach his level'. As much as he was young, and had... A lot to learn from what he would consider is ally, and new master.\n\nHe began to close up his tattered cloak, realizing... Well, underneath the cloak there was nothing. He wore nothing. Due to the lack of money to have clothing, or any sort of coverage. The tattered cloak was the only thing that retained what dignity he had. He had grown use to... Being without clothes. He felt like an animal... To this graceful man. He wouldn't tell him, since... Noctis had already done enough, and he didn't want... Or feel anymore guilty than he already was for gaining such generosity. He felt like this was a new start to his life. He... Couldn't wait to discover himself, what he truly was. It felt like Noctis was the key to what was hidden within. He heard a faint whisper in his ear... It said something... Something cryptic:'Ichor'. Hearing that word once had him thinking for a moment... What was even Ichor?" } ]	525.5	8,999
192.4	2023-11-15	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Everpresent GM", "message": "\"Aye. So you fancy yourselves game hunters, then?\"\n\nThe bartender slash bar owner, Gaius, placed his palms on the wooden counter. The man bellowed with a hearty chuckle as he observed his two patrons, brown eyes darting from the face of one to the figure of the other. \n\n\"I can oblige. To the east of this inn is the Remus Jungle. I offer hunting training, sell weapons and necessities for people who want to try out a career in hunting or poaching. Or just find a new hobby to entertain themselves with.\" \n\nGaius then leans in, putting his elbow onto the counter, his weight supported by the foundation and his arm. The man's voice lowered and his lip rose to a grin, eyes sparkling with a bit of delinquency and mystery.\n\n\"But I know neither of you are here to shoot arrows against boars nor skin the hide of a lone elk. If you're up for it, I'll send you to the direction of where there's something dangerous.\"\n\nHe leaned back up and relaxed his stance, waiting for the two's answers. Should they refuse, that'll be it. However, should they accept, he'll respond with a bit of delight.\n\n\"Word is Marsalus, just a ways down south, is spooked by something. Don't know the exact details, all I've been told is there's been some cattle missing and-or killed. Could just be some pests, wolves maybe. But they can handle a couple of dogs just fine, never really been scared like this before.\"\n\n\"Now, if it turns out to be disappointing, like it's just a pack of wolves or a lone grizzly bear, I can buy whatever you loot from them. If it's something dangerous, like your feral Minotaurs, or gods forbid the Leviathan coming as the sign of end times... Well, assuming you get it before it gets you, I won't be able to buy it. I can send you to a collector down the Eternal City, though. What do you say?\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"You see Valac? Now that sounds like a job. Of course we'll take it good sir, you are deeply thanked for your time and the tip off.\" Noctis said jovially, flourishing his hand and producinghis last three golden coins. He placed them on the bar top and slid them across to Gaius. \n\n\"I'd like a room with two beds, a hot bath and to pay for the meal I received. The rest you can keep for yourself and the lovely Ms Marrow who served us tonight. We shall depart for the hunt tomorrow, to death or fortune. Isn't that right Valac?\" He said, grinning down at the smaller man. The entity would need to gain some social skills- that would be the most important part of his training in Noctis' opinion." }, { "author": "Valac Carnifex", "message": "\"Well...\" \n\nHe thought for a moment, grinning widely. His lips parting revealing a pair of fangs on his top and bottom jaw, a sadistic smile. It seemed his blood was already brimming with excitement and ecstasy at the task at hand. He covered his mouth, not wanting show the disgusting facial contortion he just displayed infront of the two. Of course, he'd be too excited. \n\n\"I want to go now... Honestly... I'm a little impatient.\" \n\nHis voice, a resonating snicker would leave his lips as he composed and pacified himself. Valac's exhaustion, which he once looked just a few moments ago was absent from his eyes, even from his face. He sighed a little, knowing that rushing things would be an incorrect assessment. The battle hungry Valac made a bit of a melancholic expression, knowing that its late, resting up would prove to have better results and less of a chance to cause error through their first objective. \n\n\"I concur. Then... I guess we'll rest...\"" }, { "author": "Everpresent GM", "message": "\"Alright. Good doing business. Come on, your room's this way.\"\n\nGaius leaves the counter and exits on the side, walking upstairs as he led them to their proper room. The oak stairs creaked with each step they took, yet its texture still rock solid. \n\nHe swung open a door the height of seven foot, revealing a well-kept, well-lit room with two separate beds on both ends. An orange hue bounced back from the walls, creating a warm atmosphere. On the center was a long table with two long benches on the sides, perfect for four people altogeher; and fitting just for the two of them.\n\n\"Now if you need food or drinks, just call out. Enjoy your stay.\"" }, { "author": "poetency", "message": "__End Scene. New Scene in __" } ]	165	962
447	2023-11-24	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis enjoyed the slower pace of travel he had gotten to experience since he joined up with Valac. Marsalus was a lovey little village on the outer edges of the realm. The nine realms had changed so much in his long time asleep, he felt more a stranger here than he'd ever felt even while exploring the Lands Beyond. It had been a brief stint after the Cousin Conflict where they'd made expeditions into the Lands Beyond, but Noctis had almost died at the hands of a dark being a lot like Valac, only much stronger. \n\nScipio had pulled Noctis away from that project and put him in charge of diplomacy. The First Emperor had thought of Noctis like a little brother it felt sometimes, but being the little brother of the Conqueror, well... It was like being under the gentle claw of a tiger. Never relaxing. \n\nToday he was purchasing provisions for travel and a few odds and ends, one of those being a sack of carpenters nails. They were part of a little project he'd been interested in working on for some time, but Emi had taken much of his time. \n\nNoctis Camille possessed ravens hair, black as pitch and silky even to gaze at. The hair was full but never wild, perfectly tousled and curled at the ends. With silver eyes and long dark lashes upon pale and unmarried skin, he was the picture of beauty. He was simultaneously femininely beautiful and masculinely handsome, with a delicate nose and a strong jawline. Anyone who passed him would notice either a familiar smell or a favorite, something that attracted them to him. \n\nIt was on this day that his silver eyes would lock onto Esme. So far fate had led him to peculiar person after peculiar person- he was sure that the Gods, hopefully his father, were guiding him to his purpose. Perhaps he was simply a bumbling fool- but still... Her peculiar hat, her energy, a magic practitioner or he was truly a fool. \n\n\"I'm so sorry!\" He said as his bag of items Somehow Spilled right in front of her feet. Stooping to collect them, he rose and let his\n\nSilver eyes catch her own. \n\n\"Oh- I'm sorry about that. I have terrible bouts of clumsiness sometimes.\" All it took to start a conversation was to find a way to initiate." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Where constant fights reign on the cusp of the lands near and in between. Peace can be found in Marsalus, which is perhaps why there are many who flock to it. Those who have had the luxury to walk it's simplistic roads, umber buildings and a tranquil disposition that surrounds it. Calm, a trait often sought after but seldom appreciated. As the winds carry the sighs of the working class, paired with the dreams of the visionaries. All but one cannot truly say they can capture the easy going life the surrounds the town.\n\nYet even in the crowds and the hustle that comes with the prime hours of the market streets. Esme still maintains a small smile as her golden eyes take in the sights. To her right, a small back properly hoisted over her shoulder. Just barely concealed by her ornately trimmed, darker cloak. With peeks of frills and a white blouse to compliment her long songs and proper skirt. She could easily be mistaken for a young aspiring witch rather than one with years of experience on her belt. A belt covered in small vials that is.\n\nThen the sound of items slamming against the ground in front of her...\n\nLetting out a small gasp, eyes widening as she is nearly knocked into. Taking a couple of steps back to provide a bit of space between her and the unfortunate. Her soft pink bangs that frame her face become a bit disheveled as her hat sways a bit uneven from it's original position. Her hand clutched tightly around her bag, revealing a couple of white gold rings to match the ornate accessories she adorns herself in.\n\n\"O-oh!\" She stutters, nervously looking around now as their little commotion has brought unwanted eyes.\n\"It is quite alright... Uhm...\"\n\nShe then leans forward, brushing some of her bangs behind her ear. With a hand extended and a gentle smile. Esme offers a bit of assistance to help the gentleman up once he gathers his things. Tipping up her hat so that her face is no longer concealed by any shadows. Revealing a gentle face coated in freckles, barely noticeable and a soft shade of blush to rival the nearby growing pink peonies.\n\n\"Are you okay?\" She asks, her voice like a song. Soft and threatened to be carried in the wind if a single gust would dare." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis' hand was somehow delicately soft like silk and yet as strong and sure as granite. It was as if his entire being was a physical manifestation of impossibilities. Rising with her assistance, he smoothly hoisted his things over his shoulder and cocked his head, gazing at her and grinning crookedly. \n\nHis grin was impish, lined with only the slightest of dimples and his grey eyes scanned her face lightly, as if glancing over text from the weekly paper. Interested, but never so much as to seem as if he were trying to peer into her. It was a casual look that he was able to display only after years upon years of working as a spy for Scipio. \n\n\"I'm quite alright, I'm sorry if I made any trouble for you. I wasn't watching where I was going but, well, anyways- my Master always told me that there are never accidents. Do you live here? I'm afraid that I've come from beyond the Capitol. I'm trying to make my way to the Eternal City.\" She was pretty, soft looking and almost seemed to exude innocence. He didn't like innocence- it either meant they were a deadly force or a magnet for danger. Perhaps that was just a hardened response to life, though. \n\nHis own voice was musical in return, a melody that managed to dance around hers to make a symphony. As a child of Masculo, he was born to be a picture of beauty in every aspect. \n\n\"You know, I'm thirsty after all the travel. If you've the time, we could stop inside that tavern there and have a drink, get the eyes off us.\" He said, glancing around them at the gooseneckers that passed by. Noctis often caught the eyes of people, people saw his face, his dark clothing and platinum plated armor- everything about him seemed to be designed to draw the desire and attention of others." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As she allows the man to regain his own composure, Esme focuses on fixing herself. Her poise is quite graceful and as her heels click together, her back straightens. It looks natural, rivaling the aloofness of a swan yet lacking the arrogance of one in her aura. Even when standing right before the other, she finds herself unable to hold gaze despite his friendly demeanor. The cools of his attire seem to match a straightforwardness that cuts exact, not warm but not cruel either. An uncomfortable middle that Esme cannot help but sheepishly smile to as she feels him scan her over. This causes her to fix her hair, regaining that regal and mystical air that surrounded her just previously.\n\n\"It is quite alright.\" She calmly waves off, not offended or slighted in the least.\n\nWhere she was once lost in her own world, the stranger before her has somewhat deterred her from her original path. As her thumb rubs against the hardened leather strap that presses into the shoulder of her cotton blouse. She is kindly reminded she was to sell her goods and leave. Making stops and conversation tends to go against her natural order of things and as her gaze dances around, it is clear that Esme is really pondering over his words. But first, the forthcoming questions.\n\n\"Ah, I suppose you could say something like that.\" She returns in the first question, her voice still maintaining that tune of a song with each word that falls from her lips.\n\"While I cannot say I have been to the Capitol nor do I frequent the roads here, I understand the outskirts of them.\"\n\nEven if friendly and respectable now, Esme is clearly dancing over the topic of her location of stay. She may appear soft and maybe even naïve at first glance, but there is a long winded story in her eyes. There has to be, the magic that surrounds her feels old... Ancient, with a smell of rosemary intertwined with an elder cedar. It beckons one closer for shared wisdom, but not enough to ward off the greedy. Her smile is laced with distrust and she is not making a real conscious effort to hide it.\n\n\"But the nearby establishments are all well furnished and well kept. I stopped a few times myself.\" She says while gesturing to the side of the road. Her gaze becoming more distant with each word she speaks. Her shoulders then slouch slightly as she is gnawed by uncertainty. Looking back and forth at the stranger, then to those who pass her by. It is early noon, she does have time but... Again, another sheepish smile is displayed as she lets out a small and nervous chuckle. Maybe this isn't a good idea, talking has never been a strength.\n\n\"I have time for a drink but I mustn't disappoint you, for I know very little of the town's inner workings. I am just a potion seller after all.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Fantastic, drinks it is then. A dry throat is pleasant for no one.\" He said, almost absently as he gestured and led the way towards the nearest inn. His gloved hand pulled open the door, the soft strums of a mandolin drifted through the open hall and towards the pair, a smell of roasted meat and sweet ale on the air and the room only lightly filled. A fine place for a meeting in his opinion. \n\nYes his intuition had led him right again, though it rarely failed him. Well, Emi had been a catastrophic failure but he'd been blinded by love- a critical failure at a critical time. Now though his only way to recover was to not let himself mistrust his own intuition. There was something to this witch, something more than met the eye. Perhaps it would matter to him, perhaps she was merely a distraction. Regardless- he was intrigued. \n\nFinding them a quiet table in the corner, he ordered spiced wine and let the other order her own drink, before turning his silver eyes on Esme once more. \n\n\"So, do you brew your own potions or are you simply the mouthpiece?\" He asked, leaning back in his chair. His broad shoulders were finely decorated with gleaming pauldrons and a black golden trimmed cloak. \n\n\"I myself might be able to use a few. I adventure from time to time to pay my way as I travel.\" He said, chewing his lip. Something would intrigue her, pull her from her shell... But what exactly? There was just... Something about her that made his brain turn and he needed to know why." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Following just a couple paces behind Noctis, Esme is quiet and only gives a nod to his furthering comments. Small bits of regret tickle her mind like small pinpricks, warning her that she should stay focus on her task at hand. Sell the potions, return to the grove. Observe, the word whispers itself clearer than any song that can be played on the mandolin. Only smiling brief to the quaint surprise of the good tune that greets the both of them when they step inside. She moves lightly and by the time they find their table, Esme has already forced her inner concerns away for now. Giving only a single nod to any waitress that passes them by as she gets settled.\n\n\"Mouthpiece-oh.\" At first she questions, quickly piecing together the meaning behind the slang of which Noctis provides before her. Oh, how fast it changes. It can be quite exhausting keeping up and as she gets comfortable within her booth, seated directly across from the man. She takes the menu in her hands, revealing warm painted nails adorned with a faint sigil on her ring finger. It stands out now that it is in the direct candle light.\n\n\"I have had the luxury to train and grow inspired in the craft. I find selling other goods not so interpersonal. I like to know where my items are and who gets them, I suppose you could say.\" She says, stopping as her light golden orbs glance up at the man before looking back down at the menu.\n\"I apologize but... What was your name again?\"\n\nSeldom are introductions skipped but Esme doesn't remember if they were properly given. Many times she has passed by, seen many faces and heard many voices. Names bestowed upon her, very few names given to her and even fewer got the benefits of knowing her own. As a bit of awkward air surrounds the table around them and a gentle sigh, Esme looks back down at the menu once more. Her gaze fluttering from the words on the script and from any other patrons that socialize amongst themselves. There it is, a small secret from a trove of many. She sits before Noctis yet seems all aware of well... Just about everyone at the same time. The magic around her is spiking, though invisible, it can very well be felt. Subtle, but noticable.\n\n\"They're healing potions with a few specialty brews if you wish to browse at the shop a bit later.\" She murmurs, almost as if speaking to herself rather than the gentleman in front of her." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Letting his physical strength decrease, he boosted his senses with his Enhancement Magic and studied the Sigil on her nails. He didn't forget images, names and other things easily and could pull them forward from his mind with ease after a little work on his own brain. Then he studied her lips, her golden eyes which weren't of an average humans though she certainly appeared so and young to boot. \n\nSo she crafted her own potions as well, which meant she was studious in more than magic. Now he was interested in full. \n\n\"My name is Noctis Camille.\" He said, speaking softly and yet his voice carried across the table to her with ease. \n\n\"You sell potions but you don't carry yourself like you have conversations often. Do I make you nervous?\" He asked, and his eyebrow raised as her magic spike. \n\nOh yes, he was quite definitely confirming for her that he could sense her magic use. In response, he waved his hand over the candle on the table and lit it. A simple trick of flame magic, but it allowed her to see that he could use magic too. \n\n\"And what would your name be?\" He asked, leaning forward, his beautiful face not showing even a hint of challenge or malice, but a deep interest now certainly." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "With a deep breath and the menu cast aside. Esme looks up at the other, seeming to give most of her attention to him. As he introduces himself, she gives an upper body half bow as if to mimic a curtsy though not quite the same given she is seated. Her hands now falling to her lap, one cast over the bag and the other on her leg. The twilight symbol, hidden for now.\n\n\"Esme.\" She responds promptly, sparing no extra words as she finds it unnecessary.\n\nThen she begins to fill her hand slide into her bag, the tips of her fingers grazing over the different concoctions of her creation. Most artisans should be proud, boastful even. As the best artist is the one who truly believe themselves to have their heavens view their works. Yet there is a humble air about her despite her flamboyant look, with the exception of her dark cloak of course. But then her hand slips away and instead, she pulls out a single vial that had been hidden underneath her skirt and kept steady by her garter.\n\n\"You do not make me nervous, no.\" She answers truthfully though there is still some type of hidden reason behind her words.\n\"I am not the best... Conversationalist. Outside of work that is.\" Esme then finishes with a small chuckle. Again, her eyes dancing to the different patrons. Her gaze narrowing as if hyper focusing on something off in the distance where the mandolin is being strum. But her attention is then pulled back to Noctis as he ignites the candle.\n\n\"I see you are a practitioner of the magic arts. How lovely!\" Her tone chipper and a sudden enthusiasm rushes over her. Whereas her voice was once monotone though still soft like a lullaby. It acts more like a happy tune, ready to bounce wall to wall. A stark contrast of how she once spoke. But then when she realizes the man is a bit closer, she instinctively leans back. Not so much out of fear but that distrust is coating her gaze, as if to be looking past the first physical form and growing curious on his real intentions deep within. Then again, assuming bad of everyone gets her no where. So she keeps it in check, for now.*\n\n\"Apologies if my words are daft. Again, I seldom settle to speak as I find myself on the move constantly.\"" } ]	487.5	3,576
474.8	2023-11-25	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"They're not daft, but they are careful. You travel and sell potions, you have magical ability, you've studied but not in an academical way. You're a Witch. I've met a few, though I'll say the practice seems to have become refined...\" The last bit he said in an almost absent tone, as if speaking to himself. \n\nMagic caught her attention it seemed, and he leaned back seeing her retreat. \n\n\"So let's make this a conversation about work. Healing potions, how much do you usually sell them for?\" He asked, pulling a gold coin from his pocket in a fluid motion and rolling it across his knuckles, the other hand forming a fist for his chin to rest upon. \n\nThis was it now, either he connected or she fled and this opportunity whatever it was, passed and was in accessible to him. Why had fate interwoven their threads together? Was it chance, or was it all part of the ever expanding tapestry? \n\nAfter years of dreamless sleep, he'd awoken in a time that did not want him- he had nothing, was nothing, when once he'd had nearly everything and been the right hand of the one who did. Now he was just a speck on an ocean so vast it was inevitable that he would drown if he did nothing." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "At the mention of the word careful, Esme's lips give a tiny twitch in her smile before her gaze is sent a bit downcast. It is not out of melancholy or fear, but more amusement that someone picked up on her intention so quickly. Most assume she is simply timid or shy and depending on the situation, that is only sometimes true. But what is always definitive, is she is a woman of great caution. Even feeling her heart stop for a moment at the mention of witch. It is a new era, she need not be afraid of the title. She embodies it well yet there is still a part of her that will always remember the hubris of her lose coven.\n\n\"Alright then, I will tell you.\" She then pulls out the small vial that contains a peach colored liquid.\n\"I sell about three of these as a packaged deal for two gold each. Of course more expensive options yield greater outcomes than lesser healing potions.\"\n\nIt is packaged nicely, even having a small star chain made out of a fine copper that matches the one that dangles from her hat. An artist's footprint, every artisan has one. She gestures her palm forward, flicking up her left hand to reveal beautiful nail guards probably more expensive than all three healing potions combined. The tip them are sharp and while it was once concealed as she kept it close to her bag at all times. She carefully produces a tiny cut to her porcelain perfect skin. Making it deep enough to reveal a very small droplet of blood, to of which she cleans up with a small dab of the potion after she unscrews the top. The wound is cleared in a matter of seconds, leaving behind nothing but perfection.\n\n\"I also value integrity.\" She hums, now gesturing for Noctis to take the tester if he so pleases. A bit of a bold display but perhaps one most needed when healing potions are involved. If she was truly shy, she wouldn't dare such a move.\n\n\"I use Red Amanita mushrooms mixed with other medicinal herbs, as well as fruit extract so it is not so bitter to down.\"\n\nShe also seems transparent as well. Though it is unlikely she is telling the complete ingredient list, but is at least disclosing what is more important. Esme is a business woman, even if it is not her main trade and being considered well-studied would be an insult to her. She speaks with confidence and no matter how cute the vial looks, the properties in that liquid are no joke. Of course... She has had a couple years to study. This does tend to make her an expert in certain aspects of alchemy and herbalism." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "His smile was a dazzling display of pearls, it was power and confidence and yet gentle, it wasn't cold and inhuman like so many practiced and perfect smiles often were. The day Noctis had been born, he'd laughed, it was a sound of joy, it was a celebration of his existence. He wasn't the child of a god of war, or of strength or magic or time, he was the god of something ageless and timeless, something that would persist even when war had ended and strength would fail and magic would fade- he was the son of a god of beauty. Beauty that existed in the cosmos, in the rustling of leaves, in the dance of fireflies or the swells of oceans. Beauty existed anywhere that life dwelled, beauty was subjective, beauty was what sat at his core. \n\nYes he'd trained to be a spy, to be an assassin, an infiltrator. He knew all the techniques and maneuvers of the court, how to blend with the common, the brutish, the valiant. Yet nothing in his skill set or in his magics was as powerful as his simple ability to be charming- because it wasn't a facade, it wasn't a hoax, it was just who he was. \n\nNoctis listened to her speak with careful intent, nodding at her ingredients and watching closely with interest as she cut herself and then healed. Slowly peeling his glove away from a delicate hand that could never belong to a warrior, he cut his skin and then healed it the same way she had. He was impressed, for the price she sold it was high quality. Valac couldn't even heal that quickly. \n\n\"Esme.\" He said her name as if her were savoring it, rolling it along the sheet music of his tongue and playing it out in the air between them. Esme's favorite scent would wash over her, everyone smelled their favorite things around Noctis. \n\n\"Why do you make potions and sell them? What's your goal, ultimately. Or I guess, the way I see it, what exactly is your dream?\" He pushed the potion back to her and crossed his arms over the table, once again leaning only slightly towards her as he awaited her answer." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme is quiet as Noctis inspects the tester. Her smile is tranquil and her shoulders a bit relaxed. She may practice healthy caution but she is speaking to him with a welcoming tone. As if to assure him that should anything go wrong, she is here. A bit odd given there is no reason to act in such a way and as their drinks arrive. Esme continues this persona of sorts. Whether or not Noctis believes it true, she has always been sincere in the way she conducts herself. Not even minding if the man makes a second test with the vial if he so chooses. But then her eyebrow raises to the question, one that has never been asked to her before.\n\nWhy does she make potions? Her smile remains and as she looks down, her hand raises towards her heart as she becomes lost in thought. Selfishness... It is a human condition, a matter of fact for survival. But is it truly selfish to wish good fortune and blessing to those who need it? As there is evil there is goodness, a balance Esme knows all too well. So upon raising her head, she formulates an answer.\n\n\"It is not anything truly righteous nor is it out of pure greed. I suppose I do it because I can and perhaps because it is maybe what fate has decided I do. Why go against what you are naturally good at?\" She replies, her tone truly soft.\n\nIn helping others find answers they seek to their ailments, perhaps Esme will find her own one day too. But that is a story best kept within and as her hand falls back down to her lap. Stars dance in her eyes as they shine upon her loud witch hat. Perhaps she is an aspect of hope? Or maybe just a witch seeking to do good to right the wrongs of her ancestors. Or maybe she is just adrift, taking life as it presents itself to her. This answer, she does not have yet.\n\n\"I care very little for coin and I will admit, it is good knowing I do some good. A guilt free conscious is one better than plagued with the pain that comes from the past. But I am no angel, nor a miracle worker. I am simply a potion peddler that likes to dress like a fairy book witch.\" She hums, telling half truths yet being sincere all the same.\n\n\"I hope that answers your question, Mister Camille.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"It is good knowing I do some good.\"* Once he had felt like he was doing good, more than some, he felt as if he were a catalyst for good under the leadership of Scipio. The Conqueror they called him, but he was the one who United the realms, he brought an age of prosperity and peace. Noctis could feel that flame of loyalty still burning so hot and deep within him, it would take the coldest and deepest waters to put it out. \n\n\"Just Noctis, please. I hold no titles, there is nothing to me right now but Noctis. It does, in a way, answer my question. Yet... It doesn't. There must be something you want, something you really desire. You see for me...\" He said, taking a sip of his spiced wine and gazing at her over the rim of the cup, drumming his pianist fingers upon the surface. \n\n\"I wish to know everything that the Eternal Empress has contained in her histories.\" It was a bold claim, it was a stupid claim- it was insanity to admit to anyone. To gain that kind of access one would need to Be The Eternal One, or break in and steal. Neither were possibilities in this life or the next. \n\n\"I have impossible dreams Esme, the weave that flows around us is an infinite source and yet we've barely tapped it. There are a million unknowns in a persons life- is there truly nothing that you truly and deeply want?\" \n\nHe had stepped out on the tight rope, he was dancing with insanity- but he was going to through the pole to the wind and hope that this woman, Esme the Witch, would give him a chance to see how they connected. Having a potion maker in his party, alongside a thief and a being of darkness that could regenerate and had massive reserves of dark energy. With those kinds of people to work alongside, he could be one step closer to knowing what happened to Scipio, to the 11. \n\nWas this woman destined to be part of his plan, or was this just a chance meeting? It all was hanging right between them in the form of their words." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Well I suppose that is what separates dreams from ideals... Isn't it?\" She murmurs just before taking a little sip from her glass. Esme tends to avoid the toxins that is alcohol. Which is exactly why water suits her just fine. Plain but a necessity.\n\n\"Dreams are truly only as impossible as you make them to be I would imagine... The greater they are, the harder they are to accomplish. But knowing what it means to accomplish them for yourself is what matters. Though I suppose I am speaking too abstract.\"\n\nHe is up front, Esme can give him that. Two hundred, three hundred, a thousand years is only a small dent in a the vast eternity. The witch knows this. Plus as far as witching goes, she is still really young and while years of wisdom lay within her eyes. There is plenty of mystery and unknown that even she cannot see. Understanding what cannot be understood was once one of the covenants of her coven. It is why is an observer.\n\n\"There are neither certainties or uncertainties in life, I believe. This is what I apply to dreams. What do I want? Love.\"\n\nAnd then the world around her is silent as she smiles at the man. It is a simple wish, naïve some may say. But true love, not in the fairy tale sense, is a concept practically unobtainable. A witch no longer bound by time, she need not say it to show it. Her youthful appearance as it is beautiful seems otherworldly, impossible. Traits of course, only seen in witches who are blessed... Or unfortunate enough to be removed from the greater hourglass that determines the expiration dates of life.\n\n\"To love the endless magic, to be loved by it. To love time. But how can you get a concept to love you, if I may ask?\" She then chuckles as small cracks in her mask reveal itself and there sits a girl, quite taken by endless grief.\n\"Perhaps my purpose is to also understand the weave. But to be loved by it, is completely different. But... It is best not to dwell on such philosophies as of now. We have only just met, I dare say.\"\n\nAs she gives a small tip of her glass, Esme swallows down a greater understanding that she is not being direct. With these concepts, she simply cannot. She also isn't keen on unmasking such secrets, not to a stranger. Shared ideals or not, it is simply too risky and bold ideals and being open about them is how she will get herself killed. As her glass is set down she glances to the same direction again and a small chuckle escapes past her soft lips.\n\n\"May I ask you, do you think your dreams are at least determined by fate? I see to it only fair I get to ask you a question now.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Featherlight brushes against his skin, soft words of affection murmured in the early hours within his elegant chambers there within the mighty palace that housed the First Emperor. The cradle of peace, and it had been his home, his joy and he had wanted that love, had thought he'd had it. Love had been his demise. \n\n\"I think that fate guides us, I think that fate is nearly inevitable- but I Know It can be shifted if you try hard enough.\"\n\nWith a sigh he sat back in his chair. He wasn't sure if that was a lie or not. Noctis wasn't sure why he was chasing after this, he could probably find other people, surely he could find others, easier to convince and to pull to him, but yet here he was still... \n\n\"I don't mind you questioning me Esme.\" There was such a sincerity in his tone that it couldn't be faked. He didn't mind. Sometimes he felt he should question himself, but perhaps this was a fine start. \n\n\"We both want the impossible- we both crossed paths today. Is that fate? Or are we denying it by even talking? Would fate design us to want what it's never allowed anyone to have, would it give us the chance to meet?\" His voice was low, it was practically caressing her, it wasn't intentional, he was just as deep in thought as her trying to answer the question he'd just asked." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Maybe it has, maybe it hasn't. But again... I am just a potion seller.\" She jests with a shrug of her shoulders.\n\nThen she glances towards the waitress moving towards the bards who set the mood of the inn. Drinks shaken, she is without balance plenty of times Esme has seen the repercussions of workers who spill the inn's prized goods. Softening her golden gaze, she even goes as far as to point out the woman with a single gesture at Noctis. Her smile still present though subtle this time.\n\n\"Her fate is to lose this job today.\" She whispers as if on cue.\n\nThe girl begins to fumble and as her eyes widen in fear. Whereas just minutes ago she was serving them drinks, she is now seconds of way from not only taking a nasty fall. But spilling everything on the serving tray. All while her boss watches from behind the counter. It is clear this is not the woman's first offense but it will not be her last. Yet Esme whispers a command phrase of will in a foreign tongue, it sounds practically alien. Yet as it is whispered, the candle light flickers out and their table becomes exceptionally dark.\n\nBut what illuminates the room is the waitress's face, shown with relief as she clutches onto her chest. Unknown magic woven to ensure the mistake is promptly corrected before fate could truly determine that the girl shall fall. Setting down the tray to catch her breath, a couple of the patrons make sure she is okay, to of which the girl nods to let them know that she is.\n\n\"Yet in a blink of an eye...\" She begins to hum, tilting her head back as she leans into her seat. \"It changes...\"\n\nHer gaze than flickers over towards Noctis again as yet another tricky but interesting secret is revealed. Whatever magic she has casted, she was able to sway the outcome with just a flick of the finger. Yet Esme will not receive thanks or any acknowledgement for it. She smiles just as she always has and with a finish of her drink, she bows her head at the gentleman again. Divination magic is a tricky thing and very few can actually capture it. Yet she wove it so effortlessly if Noctis is even aware of what she had just done.\n\n\"I should get going to my shop now though. I shall ponder your words, however, traveler.\" Esme then comes to a stand, this time giving the man a proper curtsy. \"So if you would excuse me...\" She then trails off. Whether or not Noctis pursues the myster or not is up to him. But the woman is fickle like the wind and he may not ever see her again. For a being such as herself has likely lived this long due to her cautious and elusive nature." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "It was not often that Noctis was surprised by anything. He had survived the Cousin Conflict, he'd been born in the age of Demigods, had sat in the mind halls of his father, dueled legends in current history, faced dragons twice and survived both times- he had been the knife in the dark and beautiful rose of the First Emperor. Yet this woman's magic... \n\n\"Can she affect probability? Or was it the very fabric of fate itself that she just touched?\" His mind was a whirlwind, it raced and it danced. This was New Magic to him, he'd never seen anything quite like it. Just a potion maker indeed. \n\n\"I was removed from fate.\" He said suddenly, rising with her. In the moment he looked almost boyish, his wavy raven hair parted across his face to reveal his silver eyes were shifting to a softly glowing amber. He was Elated To find someone this rare, this unique. What the hells was that? \n\n\"I was thrust from time- removed from it by... Something. The gods, dragon magic- I don't know. This Aeterna is not my own.\" Taking a step closer to her, he didn't care if it would upset her. There was a fire lit inside of him. \n\n\"I'm forming a party, Esme. A party designed to do the impossible. I want you to join it. Sell your potions, we will protect you. I ask nothing of you but that you travel with me and the companions I have. I seek things that are beyond what is woven- you hold the needle.\" His voice was soft now, others glanced at them but he didn't care, for once his eyes were just for Esme. \n\n\"Safety is promised, and when you chase a goal as big as mine many things follow. Already I've met people with great magic- magic that's out there for you to see. Come with me and my companions, you'd be able to leave freely when you felt it necessary.\" \n\nNormally Noctis spoke as if he were dancing with his words, but it was time to throw the spear and see where it struck. This woman presented something unique, something unthought of in the game of chess against all of Aeterna that he had been\n\nPlaying. \n\n\"Travel with me a while, see the world and know on my honor that when you choose to return to a safe place that you will make it there alive.\" \n\nIt was more than gold he offered her, far more, it was strong legs for her to use to go beyond and see what else was out there for her in her quest to be loved by the very weave itself." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Esme isn't sure why she would reveal such secrets to this man. Perhaps it is because she sees protentional. Not just in him, but in herself for an ever growing opportunity. Or maybe he reminds her of a fragment long lost to time. She cannot quite put a finger on the why aspect. She just knows it felt right to do.\n\nOf course that is not to say she is going to blindly follow through with anything and as his boy-ish excitement shines brighter than any light in this room. A faint hush falls from her lips, a single finger put up against them as she continues with that same, unchanging and warm smile. Yet all the same she is so distant, like a star just out of reach. As her hands fall back down to her sides, the potion sell simply chuckles.\n\n\"If you can past the tests of the grove, then I will concede to you and partake in your dream.\" \n\nHer words are clearer than they have ever been before. Whereas she once spoke in circles, Esme is making it very apparent that she is at least willing to not only hear him out. But give him a chance, he need only to show follow through on his word. She lives around here, that is true. She also seldom visits the town, for she is nothing more than just a potion seller here. But outside? There are many plays that Esme partakes in, this is just a minor role he has caught her in. She walks side by side with him outside of the inn. People passing by the duo but none paying them any mind. As if they are alone, invisible to the eyes of many.\n\n\"If you truly wish to prove your fate-less fate. Then test it there. If you believe fate that our paths have met, or lack thereof and by sheer luck. Then grasp it and meet me again within the heart of the woods. Look for the moon blossoms and if your intent is true... Then we will meet again.\"\n\nSuddenly, Esme waves a hand over her body. A few white feathers fall to the ground and a single song bird is seen flying off in a blink of an eye. Bright white and soft shades of rose pink. It produces a song yet no one pays it any mind, as if they cannot see it. Leaving Noctis behind, the songbird flies. To where?\n\nWell the answers will lie within the grove. Look for the moon blossoms and and perhaps the twilight witch will reveal herself again." } ]	503	4,748
786.75	2023-12-10	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Fredrick Francisco", "message": "As the sun loomed above the world casting down its warmth and love upon the frost-laden lands beneath it the sounds of horse hooves crunching snow rang out through a forest. The trees had only recently lost their beautiful reds and oranges from the autumn, the snow only revealing a select few to the warmth of the sun. Twisting trees grabbed for the blue sky above and at night it may have been terrifying but in the light of the sun, it was oddly serene. The forest itself was quiet except for the occasional noises made by small creatures rustling through the crunchy snow in search of the final morsels before returning to their deep sleep which had yet to befall the smallest of creatures. \n\nSnow-laden trails made traveling more than a little difficult for travelers who contended with nature and the ice that occasionally formed in pockets among the usually muddy trails. Even from a distance the horseman could already hear the sounds of festivities from miles away as the winter celebrations began. Almost like a strange alluring magic, despite the previous loneliness, the forest now felt so much less solemn and the loneliness dissipated as the sounds of music and hum-buzz rang through the forest. Despite the relation of the man on horseback to the village he noticeably perked up in his saddle and spurred his horse on faster to reach the village.\n\n_ _ \nCresting the edge of the treeline the rider stood atop a hilly area looking down at the village that was all too acclaimed for the heroes that it produced. It seemed the place was magical for many reasons. Spurring the horse with a soft word the rider traveled the main road to the village amused by the sight of vainly attempted snow sculptures that had occasionally collapsed from over-eager children not waiting for the consistent winter coldness. Despite the mouth of the rider covered in a white cloth to protect against the cold air that hurt the lungs, he smiled at the sight of children playing in the snow. Lurching back he did his best to avoid a snowball meant for a kid and he quickly reassured the child who had thrown it that it was alright. \n\nContinuing he noted the sounds of children laughing, drunken singing, and music that radiated from the village. The small upturn of lips grew to a proper smile as the warm festive feelings pushed back the ever-present sadness that loomed over him. Dull green eyes changed to bright emerald green that glittered like the snow under the sun. He was only supposed to be passing through but... How could he say no to a little bit of time to indulge in the warmth of the winter village? Even he was sometimes tired of the sadness that always returned to him. The man was sure there would be an orphanage, in a world like there's there always would be, an unfortunate stark reality so many had to acknowledge. He supposed he could stop by and see if anything was needed, despite the best care orphanages tried, most of the time they remained underfunded so there were always needs to be met.\n\n_ _\nAsking around he found out where the orphanage was and set out for it with a smile and for once he let the village's warm atmosphere replace that cold void his heart harbored. While the rider made his way toward the orphanage he heard the sounds of a lyre, a soft voice accompanying the beautiful notes in a harmony that was enchanting in its own special way. The rider approached noting the group of children gathered by what appeared to be a noble woman. It was certainly a surprise but a welcome one to see how she seemed happy to entertain the children who had little more than each other and the clothes on their backs. \n\nAs the rider on horseback approached he stopped a good distance away to not draw attention to his presence and dismounted the horse. The figure was a large man standing at roughly six-foot-nine, with broad shoulders and a strong frame only noticeable by how the figure filled out his clothes. He had pale skin much like the snow that adorned the ground, a sharp contrast that made him stand out more than many of the man's other features was the cascading medium-long red hair almost the shadow of red autumn leaves. Bright emerald spring-colored eyes gazed upon the group, they were soft, gentle, and kind eyes but only the most observant would see the sad look in the pupils of his eyes. The figure was dressed nicely in a white shirt that was frilled around the neck and cuffs, a dark brown vest and pants, and a large black cloak that was dusted with snow from the woods. Despite the man's size, he walked towards the group silently so as to not break the children's concentration, the only indication of his presence was the soft humming from him that matched hers although it was noticeably deeper but still smooth. The kind that indicated said individual was more than versed in singing." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "The children are quick to quiet the other down as they settle on small wooden stools and chopped logs they had likely brought from inside the building. There are three kids. A young girl who is missing her two front teeth, she seems to be the youngest of the bunch yet wears a blanket over her clothes like a royal gown. The second, an older boy with shaggy blonde hair. He too is missing a single tooth, whistling each syllable he states while a brunette boy around his age, only shakes his head in annoyance. All three are completely enamored by the woman's playing. Even before children, she plays so delightful. As her music charms the ears, acting as a warm stream of wind in contrast to the frostbite that nips at the nose.\n\n\"Icy wings, flying dreams, wishes one could ask for~\" The woman then starts to sing, her lyrics harmonizing with her instrument as her fingers dance across the strings of her lyre.\n\nEach strum, every pluck is done precise. Not a single not wasted as she hums the melody of her song. Smiling at each child as the draw closer to her. It is likely they have never heard such music before let alone have anyone sing for them. At least anyone but her as all three seem to be familiar with the woman. Yet in all of her beauty, there is a strange sense of mysticism about her. As she slightly turns her head to look at the shaggy haired boy, the world in his face lighting up with a greater sense of acknowledgement. The stranger will be able to see her soft golden eyes, shining brighter than the sun as she hums to the child. With a gentle touch the music changes from serene to an abrupt burst of excitement.\n\n\"Then there was a big smelly bear...\" She continues.\n\n\"Huh?\" The brunette haired boy gasped at the lyric change while the other two become giddy, looking at each other.\n\n\"Who then yelled...\" Her voice fluctuates to a beautiful high note that could send chills down the spine. The lyrics themselves may be childish but her skills are not. It is smooth, drawn out just enough to leave you wanting more. And then?\n\"Get in my belly! Mraw-mraw-mraw-mraw!\" \n\nAs the woman yells, she jumps up from her seat and snoots up her nose, making chomping motions as she playfully becomes a beast. Well more so the idea of one, running after the two boys as they holler in laughter. Raising their hands in the air, the proud blonde grits his teeth into a grin. Shielding his friend as he makes claim to banish the rather beautiful bear, who dare to chase them with imaginary claws and teeth. Yet this bit of excitement isn't enough to catch the young girl's attention. Instead, she notices the stranger in the distance and her lips curl into a grin.\n\n\"Stay back you foul beast! I will use my magic to turn you into... Into...\" The boy stammers only to be cut off by the other child.\n\n\"A prince!\" The girl yells out, pointing to the stranger. But the kids and the lovely lass do not notice him quite yet.\n\n\"A prince!\" The young boy starts, which causes the woman to raise an eyebrow. Upon realizing what he had just said, he then lets out a long 'huh' before questioning the girls words. \"A prince?\"\n\n\"Yes! Look! A prince!\"\n\nThen the group turns their heads to spot the stranger who has become a watcher in this madness. The woman playing the lyre turning around, she gasps realizing she had been watched. Her soft freckled face glows a light shed of red. Her bangs slightly dishevelled, she quickly tucks them behind her ear as she starts to clear her throat. The whole point of her coming this far isn't just to spend time with the orphans. But it also allows her to enjoy festivities without being drowned by the crowds they usually attract. She stammers when the young girl starts to make a dash towards the man.\n\n\"Hi prince.\" The little girl swoons, clearly not afraid of his sudden appearance or height unlike the other three. Well perhaps not afraid but the woman is definitely embarrassed." }, { "author": "Fredrick Francisco", "message": "The man simply hung back a bit observing from a distance as he approached studying the three children who were quick to settle on small wooden stools or logs he was sure came from inside the orphanage. He smiled softly at the sight of the young children, they all were young which was deeply sad when one thought too long but their jovial smiles banished it away like a holy light overpowering the darkness. The annoyance of the brunette boy at the blonde boy's inconsistent pronunciation was noticeable from afar and something he found quite amusing as he reminisced about his own younger years. He found himself drawn in and captivated as she played despite the coldness that nipped at the nose and fingertips of his gloved hands. \n\nStanding a good bit away he decided to stop and lean upon a wooden fence simply watching as the woman quickly harmonized with her instrument his eyes twinkling in enjoyment at the sight. He had little doubt of her experience as she played like a well-practiced individual and it was noticeable how she was enjoying herself as she smiled at the children that drew closer to her. If there was one thing he had learned is that children had a better sense of who was good and who was bad more than even the best of adults. She was beautiful and no doubt her appearance made it even more welcoming to the children. Part of him was curious to know more about her as she carried an aura of mystery. The gold eyes caught his attention, brighter and warmer than the sun above the longer he watched the more he understood. The sudden change caught him off guard and his attention snapped back to the seeming noble.\n\n_ _ \nAn amused smile caught onto his soft pale pink lips as he saw the sudden change and excitement that charged the air around them. Quiet chuckling escaped his lips as he saw the sudden performance of being a bear, as she chaced the two laughing boys. Oh, it was such a sweet sight to see and he was glad he chose to come even to see this. However, he noted the girl's attention turned to catch sight of him and he smiled kindly at her from a distance as he tried to make himself as unintimidating as possible. He waited as none of them noticed him which earned a ripe laugh from his lips. He hadn't laughed in so many years, his laugh noticeably distorted as if his own voice had forgotten how to laugh properly. \n\nSeeing them turn to spot him as he watched he stood back up to his full height, his posture immaculate as he was so used to a more refined state. Noticing the flustered look he gave an apologetic look to the woman as she tried to fix her appearance. Seeing the little girl run to him he gave a playful look before falling onto one knee to better get to her height. Tilting his head into a bow he gave a smile as he pretended to be a prince giving his best princely bravado. \"Well hello, young lady! To whom am having the pleasure of conversing with?\" He deepened his voice and did his best seeming to quickly fall into the role the young lady had said he was, for if he dismissed her belief of him being a prince... Well it would ruin the immersion would it not? So he considered it best to play along." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As if the girl wasn't already giddy at the sight of the stranger, she surely will grow wings to take off and fly now. In an attempt to mimic what she would imagine princesses to do. She replicates a servants bow with the clear attempt at attempting noble respect. Even going as far as to hold out the edge of the blanket she has wrapped around her as if she is partaking in a winters ball. This is her moment that she has always dreamed of. The dream that every little girl has, to be swept off of her feet by a prince. One so tall, so handsome! Oh she can see it now! The golden toys, an infinite supply of cake. The child gets lost in her thoughts that she nearly forgets to introduce herself.\n\n\"O-oh! I am Liza!\" She happily chirps before letting out a gasp, shimmying her shoulders as she goes for a round two. That wasn't very noble sounding, she needs to sound noble if she is to win him over.\n\"I mean- I am Liz-\"\n\n\"You're tall!\" The shaggy haired child says, rushing up and cutting off the girl.\n\nWhile she scowl at her annoying mate, the other child curiously approaches with the woman who had been singing prior. He is the one truly winning here as he get to hold her hand. In fact, the boy has a smug grin in his face. Though he does well to keep it hidden from her and his friends. The girl can try and woo this 'prince', his friend can admire his height. But the pink haired beauty is the one he gets to be close with and as they approach, the smell of rosemary grows stronger.\n\n\"I want to be tall like that. Think the witch will grant me a wish?\" The boy suddenly asks, turning towards the approaching woman who gives him a sheepish smile.\n\n\"She lingers in dangerous territory, you should rethink that wish little one.\" She replies before turning her attention back towards the stranger.\n\nHe... Hurts her neck. Standing at only 5'2, his height is causing her to have to look up at a weird angle and while the kids can sing and dance around this goliath of a man. So she can be grateful he took a knee for the child, at least for now. The woman cannot and such a thought causes her to accidently strum her lyre out of nerves. Which she quickly silences by places a palm on it. Seldom does anyone come to visit the orphans, especially a man so lavishly dressed. Then again, who is she to judge? Her own attire is not befitting of the common folk. Ah... If only they he real identity. But it is best to just let them imagine the 'evil' witch rather than going off and chasing her into the woods because... Well, she can give them presents." } ]	777	3,147
434.666667	2023-12-11	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "grandemperordrax", "message": "BTW ima be responding to this in a few mins!" }, { "author": "Fredrick Francisco", "message": "The man gave an amused smile as the little girl gave a replication if a servants bow. He gave a look of seeming respect at her, his red hair falling over his shoulders as he have his own bow. If was obvious how she was attempting to give the appearance of a noble, like those from the tails young children had read. The man had read his fair share of fantastical fantasy tails and knew what she was doing. The innocent sparkle of a child's eyes was something that lit up even the darkest of souls. As the little girl seemed to be distracted by something in her own mind he briefly let his green spring-colored eyes flick to his surroundings. Observing the other more apprehensive individuals.\n\n\"Liza it is? What a beautiful name, perfectly deserving of such a noblewoman as yourself! Truly it is my honor to grace your presence.\" He said as he took her dainty fingers and pressed a fake kiss to the small digits. Not that a little one such as herself would know the difference. Pausing he released her hand and looked over at the shaggy haired child that ran up and interrupted the two. \"What an astute observation of you, although I'm sure you know it was rude to cut her off like that. But may I ask to know what your name is?\" The man asked as he paused and looked over at the woman he had noticed earlier singing and playing with the children. Noting the smug grin he smiled at the pair, surprised by the sudden smell of rosemary growing stronger, not that he minded it surpsingly.\n\n\"Oh well if you eat good and are a good child I'm sure you will be as tall as I am. Is that woman really a witch as you so claim?' He asked with a note of amusement as he returned the sheepish smile with a gentle one of his own. Despite being on one knee he extended a hand to the woman in a polite greeting. \"My apologies to interrupt you and the children here. I'm Fredrick Fancisco but most call me Fran, I was stopping by to see if the orphans here needed anything especially in the cold here.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Liza: \"Why thank you!\" Little Liza chirps, now blushing brighter than the red winter ornaments that the townsfolk often hang on their trees.\n\nTommy: \"I was't cutting er' off!\" The boy promptly protests to such an accusation! He was simply taken by surprise by the strangers godly height. If he had height like that, he would be admired even in the capitol. The ladies would simply swoon if he grew up so big!\n\"O-oh I am Tommy!\" He then answers, stammering as he nearly lost himself to the ideas of adventure and most importantly. The ideas of what happens when you become famous adventuring.\n\nThen the kids all look at each other before looking back towards the pink haired lass. Their gaze dances between one another and soon all three are sent giggling. Liza covering her mouth, Tommy grinning from ear to ear and the last child shooting a glare at Fran. How dare he speak to her, no, assume such a vile assumption of her!? His fist curl but the child knows better than to challenge a man over four of his own body-sizes tall. So he lets all of that anger go in a single huff, opting to keep quiet as his friends laugh amongst themselves.\n\n\"No!\" Little Tommy laughs through, giving a shake to his head. \"The with has ash covered white skin, a long nose and smell of dead rat!\" He laughs again, to of which Lisa joins him.\n\nEsme: \"I-I am just a potion seller nearby. The rumors are that the witch of the woods can grant wishes if you pay the price.\" The woman stammers as her gaze flutters between Fran's own and the ground, unable to decide where she should look.\n\"Which none of you should be thinking about.\"\n\nThe irony of this situation, a witch that smell so vile and is so cruel granting wishes. It's an oxymoron and obviously untrue. Well... Mostly. Esme doesn't find herself particularly cruel and without realizing it. She has reached up to rub the side of her nose. Not too long she imagines too and if it were her opinion, she smells quite nice. But it is a rumor that must be kept up. Miracle worker? Perhaps that falls in line with wishes. But she cannot have a single child- no, a single mortal stepping foot in the Far Lost Spirit Woods. It is her domain and it is just as much for her safety as it is there. So it's better that they can giggle about it now, imagining her to be a cruel monster. It makes bringing gifts and supporting them easier.\n\n\"The orphanage is never short of needing supplies and as funny as this talk of the witch is...\" The woman hums before her voice becomes a bit more serious as her gaze is finally brought up to meet Fran's.\n\"It's best you ignore their stories too. Every year there are many cases of missing people because they venture off into those woods. Unexplained things... Should stay that way.\"\n\nHer words are a bit odd. Though she is not commanding in anyway, Esme is trying to make it clear that no curiosity is worth visiting. She has never seen this man before, at least not near the orphanage. Sure, she cannot dictate who goes in those woods and while the man's height is quite spectacular, as well as his looks. She has no reason to believe him to be anything but mortal, just one blessed. Even if the truth were to be revealed to her right here and now. Esme would want to avoid it and while her smile is wary, she still remains welcoming even if her words are misplaced.\n\n\"A-anyways...\" She stutters, her line of sight broken as her gaze is shot downcast again.\n\"I think they need more blankets. The healing potions I provide keep all of their glowing faces healthy each year.\"\n\nTommy: \"They taste like shrawberries! I love Miss Esme's poshions.\" The boy chirps as he nearly looks ready to jump and take off at short notice.\n\"I hope they make me tall like him.\"" } ]	438	1,304
497.5	2023-12-17	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "\"*Good because I need s-\" Tarin spoke a little too fast but stopped and let the clerk speak instead. \"Um... Of sorts.\" \n\nTurning his gaze to the flier he'd taken moments prior Tarin read over the thing. Missing person, potion maker, Ripest strawberry?* The cursed man was a little confused by those types of remarks but he just assumes whoever wrote this has an eye for the woman who's gone missing. He looked back up at the clerk for a moment, noting the look in his eyes- he wanted him to say yes, so it was Him Who wrote the flier.\n\n\"*Fine.\" He sent the flier down on the counter with relative calmness, looking around the shop a moment before his gaze turned back to the clerk.\n\n\"I'll find her for you. Don't need anything in return.\" His rather impassive expression made it hard to tell how Tarin truly felt or what his attitude was. \"Happen to have anything of hers lying around? Something she's touched or worn? I track better by scent than anything.\"\n\nCompletely deadpan, he plans to track this women down with scent at first, his usual when it comes to finding anyone be needs to." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "In mere moments, the once gloom merchant begins to lighten brighter than the snow that reflects the sun just outside. His lips quiver in excitement and it's becoming abundantly clear just who posted the notice on the board. He doesn't even ask any follow up questions and instead moves towards the back to grab hold of something per Tarin's request. The dread on his shoulders gone and a spark reignited in his eyes. He sets down two items of interest. First, there is an empty vial with a small red ribbon attached. Looks like a minor healing potion though it is missing its core component, the healing liquid itself. The packaging itself is rather sleek, pretty even, surely made by a woman. The second item is a single handkerchief with a small phoenix embroidered at the bottom right corner.\n\n\"You are a truly kind soul!\" The gentleman gasps out as he then scoots the items closer towards Tarin.\n\nThen a flush of embarrassment waves over his cheeks as his eyes settles on the handkerchief. Why does he have this? The world can come to it's own assumptions but a handkerchief made from a lady tends to mean that some shared affection has been given... Should be shared. Nonetheless, he calms himself down, fixing his posture and standing tall like a proper man rather than a boy hopelessly in love.\n\n\"I apologize for my eagerness and the burden of this. Her name is Esme Cutler, a potion seller. She also is a healer and has served the town for a few years. In just two days we have been slammed with orders, orders that she normally would fill and take.\"\n\nTruth be told, a missing healer is a big deal. Where medical services are hard to come by, expensive too depending on where one lives. But even fewer actively study in the art of medicine let alone knowing the importance of botany. This gentleman here is just a peddler and the people he likely serves cannot keep up with the demand that their contracts likely have set in place. So if one merchant falls, the chain can snap. It is a big issue and this man's desperation cannot be based on pure romanticism.\n\n\"She has a distinct smell sir, rosemary. She always has that fragrance on- You are funny, you speak like you have the nose of a wolf!\" He chuckles loudly before slowly his smile fades, intimidation setting in as Tarin's stare is rather... Intense. This causes him to fiddle with his ink quill and become more reserved.\n\"Yo-you sure you don't... Need anything?\"" }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "Noting the excitement and joy held within the man's expression Tarin cannot help but find some sense of jealousy added to his heart. Of course anyone but he could seem to be tied to another person so much that the very idea of their safe return is as if every problem they've ever faced is washed away. He was near to growing upset at the fact but he quickly pushed those feelings down, there was a job to be done and his word to keep.\n\nAs he reached for the incomplete potion the cursed man paused as the words reached his ears, Kind soul, never once has he heard such a kind thing for anyone. It felt... Good, for a moment, but once he fully registered the words meaning his hatred for his bloodline- his family and his name, Himself-* The compliment felt wrong.\n\n\"*Hm.\" A low toned and short response, almost as if he wasn't agreeing or disagreeing with the clerk.\n\nTarin picked up the potion bottle and then grabbed the handkerchief with his fingers and began to hold the items near his nose. His gaze shifted for just a moment towards the man, he could tell what he was dealing with, nothing to be ashamed of. \n\n\"No need to hide the excitement, it's good that you care for someone this much. I wish I did.\" Sarcasm or not, no way to tell.\n\nHealer aye? No wonder she's gotten into this boys heart, maybe a love potion? Tarin, now you're being an ass.\n\n* \n\"Rosemary huh? Good, easy to track. As for my nose, a wolf doesn't even come close.*\" Tarin replied with a small smirk, his own ego showing for a moment, before he took a long and drawn-out nasal inhale. Immediately the scent kicked in, and given his powerful sense that can allow him to track for miles on scent alone- hear a heartbeat change rhythm the same distance and \"See\" Others by just feeling how their movements disturb the air- He found her already.\n\n\"Nothing. Perhaps if I simply pay a good deed forward for a change I might chip away at my...\" Tarin caught himself, knowing that he probably shouldn't let this man know about his curse.\n\n\"No. I don't need anything, but thank you. I'll return soon.\" And with that Tarin sent both the vial and handkerchief down before leaving the potion shop without another word." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"O-oh well I barely know her. Only see her briefly when she comes in at the beginning of the week, aye?\" The boy stammers as he begins to rub the back of his head.\n\"She doesn't even look my way- anyways... I just want to make sure she is safe. It's kind of my job, don't want any of our partners in dire straights.\"\n\nUpon realizing that he is rambling to Tarin, the man is quick to fall silent and giving him a tiny nod over. To him, his words make little sense. How can a human possibly have a better sense of smell than a wolf? This causes him to chuckle and soon the boy loses his chilled demeanor. At least briefly until he realizes that Tarin is indeed serious, his gaze carefully watching as the vial is taken. This wouldn't be the first time the town has had... Unique individuals to say the least.\n\n\"G-good luck sir! Her shop is just off the north roads! In between the for- he's gone... Okay...\" He then grumbles to himself, his shoulders slumped forward as he attempts to keep himself occupied with shelf cleaning.\n\n\"Weird guy...\"\n\nOutside...\n\nAgain, the town seems very much awake. But with Tarin's unique abilities, it shouldn't be too hard to focus in on such a clear and distinct scent. Rosemary, a fragrance often used in folktales to ward off demons. Perhaps the woman is paranoid or she has her other reasons. The scent not only stands out around the town, but it is quite strong and the scent trails before him will prove to divert itself on the road leading out of the town.\n\nOn one road, it seems to move East. Rumors of the fated woods know no bounds. The monsters that lurk within, the missing children and worst of all, the strange whispers that can be heard at night. Likely all stories to keep the kids at bay but the path forward seems to point there just as much as it points to the other direction. Why a healer would would frequent herself to such a cursed place is simply asking for trouble. Or perhaps she needed the herbs found inside. Nonetheless, it is an option.\n\nThe second choice is to go north as the shop keep had suggested. A path also well taken as the scent trail seems equally strong. But it too leads to another forest, though not as cryptic as the woods to the east. It is a road well travelled, one often taken by merchants and those alike. But that also means it attracts bandits and those preying on the weak. Carriages are seldom robbed but it is not completely unheard of, of single merchants getting jumped on their way to the town.\n\nThen a faint heartbeat, though not weakened, it beats steady... But where?\n\nAt first the scent is strongest towards the woods but the beat is calling in the opposite direction to the merchants road. It seems her location is locked in the place of where bandits roam and plague those very roads. A typical case of likely abduction no doubt. At least she isn't dead.\n\nIn fact, going that same direction are two individuals dressed in black. Their heads low and their posture quite unsavory. It isn't all that uncommon for torn adventurers to make their path forwards in places most dangerous. But if Tarin is paying attention, they seem to be passing a small bit of paper from one hand to the next. Giving a nod at each other before one moves deeper into the town while the other, whom of which has received the note, makes their way towards the road. They seem paranoid and as the person looks back, a brief flash alluring grey eyes hidden beneath the cloak that conceals them. Their form is quite small, likely a woman." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "Now isn't the time to dawdle Tarin, focus, track the scent. Follow every detail. Listen, smell, feel. You know the way.\n\nA brief pick-me-up was all Tarin needed to get back on track, realign his focus with the task at hand. He took another inhale, breathing out with a sigh and rubbing his nose-\n\n\"Strong, easier to track but damn, I'll be smelling rosemary for a week.\"\n\n-before following the smell. He came to the edge of the town, noting that the paths diverged and his senses pulled him to either or direction.\n\n\"East... Could prove right, maybe some exotic herbs or mushrooms needed picking and a monster caught her. Or... North, like the clerk said. Could have been snatched on her way back? Lone girl by herself, probably doesn't look half bad, maybe bandits? Hm... Usually it's not this hard.\" Tarin mused aloud to himself, rubbing the back of his neck and sighing loudly.\n\n\"And I didn't even ask for anything... What am I* Do-\" A heartbeat, faint, but still- where? Where had that come from? He turned his head towards the sound, merchant roads? Odd. What are those two... Curious. He noted the two figures clad in dark robes, looking all too suspicious for his liking. Did they pass a note? Perhaps he should investigate such a thing, maybe assassins, maybe not.\n\nAs the figure looked back towards Tarin he had vanished from sight, seemingly disappearing entirely. However, as the figure turned back Tarin would be standing right infront of them with his hands on his hips- close enough to leer down at them from his imposing height. His speed is indeed that great.\n\n\"*So, what's on that paper?\" He asked assertively, showing no signs of an argument or discussion to his tone- more a command to speak that an option to question." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As Tarin approaches, the hooded figure glares as he gets so close. To be bold enough to even ask about business that does not concern him. A loose tongue like this should be cut, curiosity unchecked, snuffed. The woman glares as the note is promptly tucked within her sleeve. A flick of the cape and her frame is mostly concealed as she lets out a loud scoff. Turning on her heels and walking ahead. It is likely she is armed. The blades do not need to be seen for Tarin to know this simple fact.\n\n\"It is not of your concern, fuck off.\" She snarls, still stomping ahead.\n\nShe clearly isn't phased by his height or overall build and given how she walks, how alert she is. It is likely that the woman is truly trained inn the art of combat. A traveler no doubt, a bandit? Possibility. Of course this does not stop her from glancing over her shoulder to ensure his nose does not keep him following. Not that she has walked all that far. But due to the nature of the fact they are just on the outskirts of town, patrols are nearby. She cannot afford to make a scene.\n\nWhich is why she opts to just ignore Tarin. Most who have been this stupidly curious have met their end to her blade and clearly she is more than confident despite the size difference. Her cockiness could easily be her undoing but she hasn't been killed yet. Likely capitol scum, at least that is what she assumes. Her ebony cloak flowing behind her, she stands out in the contrast of a vast sea of white. Bits of her midnight bangs falling past the hood itself and a scar that spans down her right eye. Likely a claw from a beast rather than a sword that did it.\n\nThe smell of rosemary is not on this woman though. Her business could truly be her own and the path forward seems completely sperate from her. The heart beat remains steady so at least there is time... Perhaps. Following after this woman could waste it and if the girl is being transported, it could cause the lead to be lost forever... If the scent can truly count as one. The road is slick, the air is cold. If nightfall comes, given it's already been two days. A steady heartbeat can quickly turn weakened and no potion can stop the harshness of the winter season. It would be even worse if she is actually in the woods where the so-called monsters lurk." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "Part of him wanted to kill her just because he knows he could. That sick and dark side of him he never truly overcome, the killer forged into his very bones- lifetimes of bloodshed and war.\n\n\"Nevermind her, idiot, focus.\" He had to reprimand himself mentally as the woman walked away from him, she is not the target. She's likely not even part of his job anyway, kidnappers wouldn't just leave their prey alone to be found and wander into town- so, leave them alone.\n\n\"Touch a hair on the head of anyone in this town and I'll find you.\" He spoke aloud to the woman as she walked away, better safe to be sorry, but the way his tone matched with his stature- His cursed nature- the wandering woman could have sworn the shadows around her seemed to smile at his words. A monster disguised as a man.\n\nAfter standing there for just a moment more, truly letting this woman comprehend the weight behind his words, he decided to follow the sound. He first started to walk, a leisurely stroll with his hands in his pockets- but, slowly but surely he built up speed. A walk turned into a jog, a jog into a sprint, and then a sprint into speeds beyond mortals- Fast.* He moved like a demon, his visage becoming near impossible to track by even the most skilled- his nose and ears leading the way while he allowed his superhuman body to push him onwards." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Tch, and who are-\"\n\nBefore the woman can even finish her words. Gusts of winds barely able to keep up with the sheer force that is Tarin slams her in the back. He is like a bolt of lighting and her own voice is lost the sudden force that pierces through her like a an arrow. Her eyes widened as her hood slowly falls from her head, unveiling long locks of midnight black hair. Speechless as the man is nothing more than a speck now, her body completely still. For someone to run so fast, it is inhuman. Bringing a quivering hand to her chest, the woman sees the note in her sleeve. She then shakes her head and turns around. No amount of pay is worth that.\n\nAs far as Tarin's legs take him, the scent of Rosemary becomes stronger. It is likely suffocating to a man of his talents, as if he himself were drenched in it. Still, there is no strawberry-haired beauty to be found. Just a few carriages making their way down the road, Tarin startling them as he rushes by. The horses whiny carrying in the winds, all deafened by that steady heart beat. It is rhythmic, peaceful even. One may wonder if the girl is even in any trouble. But if her description is accurate to the original posting, then it is likely she is not meant to survive such cruel territories. It is just odd how calm her heart is.\n\nGreens expand past the horizon, snow begins to trickle down to further coat the un-melting ground. Ice daring to form now as the air becomes more crisp. Tarin would find himself following the trail off of the road, no shocker there. Not even footprints can be found as the snow has long covered them if anything had passed here. The brush becomes thick, thorns from the nearby bushes daring to test his unstoppable power. Digging and clawing their way into cloth should they latch on. Not even a bird chirps here, the silence unsettling. Which can only mean that danger is afoot, or at least something is going on nearby. The scents around here swirl in a strange concoction. Of course the scent of Rosemary remains, but it is getting drowned out by something more intense. Cedar? Perhaps from the trees but there is a more acrid scent in the air. As if someone had taken these very cedar trees and burned them. Yet... There is no smoke to be spotted. At least not yet. It is time to look for *Clues.\n\nUpon reaching a clearing, Tarin will find a small camp. At least one that looked once used. Scattered about are* *Empty bottles. Near the firepit are old bits of charcoal and other* *Burned pieces of scrap. Whatever tents that could have been pitched are also long gone. But the small divits in the ground indicated that they must have been pitched for a day or so when they were. Looking past the camp, there is even a small* *Bag* Hanging lazily against a broken branch.\n\nSigns of bandits? Perhaps a traveling party. No potion seller and no signs of any immediate struggle." } ]	514	3,980
515.466667	2023-12-18	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "He moved with precision to his speed, blasting past the carriage with little regard to what the repercussions might be due to him- there is business to handle, no time to consider such things. He weaved his way through the brush and thicket, feeling a slight sting across his face as the cold air begins to take its toll on his skin yet he does not stop- not yet.\n\n\"The forests have grown silent, that's a bad sign. Something else might be here... Or it could be me. Doubt it so I'll go with the former.\" He took care to consider his surroundings, not caring that he ventured off the beaten path, but once he came to the clearing he slowed his pace and paused by the treeline- kneeling down into a crouch just to be safe.\n\n \n\"Burning... It's slightly overtaking her scent... I should have taken one of those things with me- damn. No matter, I'm sure I'll find something here.\"\n\nHis attuned eyes quickly scanned the camp, nothing worrying in sight, so he stood and approached. He noted the bottles, taking time to sniff each of them to try and discover what has been within each. After that he took a moment to look over the burned scrap and then the divots of the tents removed some time before.\n\n\"They're relatively close... Maybe a day or two from here... I don't see any signs of horses or a carriage so they might be moving on foot which means I can reach them quickly.\"\n\nAs he stood up he noticed the small bag handing from the broken branch, hoping it's not a trap but expecting the worst he draws out the long enchanted chain from his staffs holster and attached it to the latch on his misbegotten dagger- spinning the blade for a few moments before throwing it at the bag. He pulled the chain at the last second and caused the chain and dagger to wrap around the bag a few times before- with another harsh pull, ripped the bag free of its branch and into his grasp.\n\n\"I wonder if that woman is alright... I hope so anyone. I'd hate to find her and she be... No, not the time for that.\" He tore his mind away from those darker thoughts while beginning to dig through the bag, hoping something left inside will shed some light on his situation." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "The bottle smell of old alcohol. Seems look some low quality moonshine had been invested in. The smell is quite pungent and while no liquid is left, the residue left behind spells for nothing but a merry night use to drown away sin and sorrow. Still, it is notable that if there was alcohol, it is unlikely just one person was here in the wilds drinking by themselves. There must have been a reason, an occasion to pull out the moonshine. Whatever it was, they have well celebrated themselves away from the camp leaving behind nothing but musk and grime. No potions, so that can either be a great sign or a bad one.\n\nBut as to where the party could have moved is a greater mystery. The general haze that serves even to mask that girl's sent is obscuring a root identifier, a specific location as to where it and even her own smell is coming from. Drawing near the old fire pit proves mostly useless, at least at first glance. It looks like not everything was masked away like this party had believed it to be. Within the scraps of ash and debris. A small badly burned note, hand written. It's contents mostly taken by the great flame that was used to keep this group warm. A few words can be made out.\n\nWitc- anti ma- fou- w-sh\n\nIt likely belonged to a much greater letter but as of now, Tarin will only have a few words to work with. Not all hope is lost at least. As he draws near the bag. It is light in color, made out of a simple leather. While it is not extravagant, it is not cheaply made either. Most of it's contents has been emptied, a pity really. Just underneath, near the hem of the bag's latch are embroidered letters, likely hand stitched after the bag had been purchased or made. \"E.C.\" Anything important within it was likely already taken as well. But there is a smaller pouch, inside, a small ledger of a few herbs that were needed to be gathered.\n\n- Amanita Mushroom x2\n- Frost Lily x4\n- Firepea x2\n\nNot that Tarin will really make use of this unless he wishes to take up potion making himself. It at least confirms that it likely belonged to the potion seller. So he is on the right track. As the bag is moved further and perhaps an extra shake given, again, nothing falls out. Though now that he is a bit closer to the brush, his eye may catch sight of something rectangular and brown. A journal? It's small, able to fit in the palm of ones hands. It's contents are fresh, the woman didn't even get three pages in before her entries stopped. The notes are simple, concise. It appears she had been travelling to Marsalus as per usual but had to make a stop in hopes to find the mushrooms, which can be properly cross referenced with her list.\n\nThat was until she made note of having to help a duo where one lad had been nearly gored by a boar. Poachers?\n\nThis is unlikely and those who travel the roads enough know that bandits will do anything to lure in their victims. Tarin does not need a detailed description to know that this note seems to be indicating a set up, whether or not the woman knew. She clearly attempted to act on good faith." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "\"*Eck. A brew for lesser man, disgusting.\" Tarin had whipped his nose after smelling the bottle, disregarding it by simply tossing it away. But, as he regarded the note that had been licked by flames he started to piece together something... Worrying. \n\n\"Witch... Anti-magic? Four... Four of them, maybe with some form of anti-magic they used to hurt or weaken the woman? She's a potion maker but given that everyone else in this damn world can use magic besides me I bet she's not too shabby herself. That doesn't bode well.\" He found himself getting more and more concerned as time passed by, was this woman targeted specially? If she was then who or what the in the nine hells is after her. What could a potion maker do to upset someone? Faulty love potion perhaps? Questions for later he decided.\n\n\"Alright, what goodies do you have for me-\" He spoke aloud as he pulled open the bag and began to dig around in it. Pulling out the small ledger he read it over, noting that he didn't know a single item on that list so he simply put it back in its pouch and kept looking within it. Nothing. Out of sheer annoyance he cast his gaze away and scanned the tree line, maybe something would just Magically* Appear- \"*No way.\" \n\nHe strung the bag around his beltline before he approached the brush and knelt down, picking up the small journal before delicately opening the cover and beginning to read- hoping something would begin to shed some light- and he was right.\n\n* \n\"Good soul getting taken advantage of, sounds about right. Hm... Even her handwriting is good, no wonder that clerk looked so love struck.\" He clamped the journal closed and put it into the bag, content to give the potion maker her items back once they meet.\n\n\"Assuming it's been a few days since the kill the Boar is likely rotted away... Or, pulled apart by scavenger animals. Likely a foul smell left over so the best course it to track that and see where it might lead me.*\" And with that he took a deep nasal inhale; prepared to track and follow the scent of a decayed boar- hoping there might be more information there for him to use." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Rosemary, ash, winter air, booze, decay... So many aromas that fight amongst one another. A scent so delicate easily trampled over the bold and proud scents that taint this area with their own filth. It is insulting and likely nauseating if one were the faint of heart. So long as Tarin can focus then the scent he so desires shall become clear. A single green line pointing further north, dancing with the burning smell that hazes the air. Both equally faint but unable to hide from him. Even the traces of the perfume can be smelled in-between the both of them. All signals pointing to one way though it will likely split at some point.\n\nHad it not snowed nights prior, Tarin would have likely been able to smell the old blood as well. For both on that journal is the woman's own fragrance and the smell of another. Likely a bandit who didn't care to keep the useless journal, tossing it aside before looting the bag. Whatever it is that they wanted, they had already got by the time they searched the bag. So any excess and useless journals, served no purpose of bringing with. Even with the amount of bottles laying about. It is hard to tell just how many were present in the group but it must have been enough to subdue the woman.\n\nThe scent trail itself will likely take several hours to meet. It isn't close given how subtle the smell is despite the nature of it. A decaying body, even when carved will always be pungent. If the bandits are stupid, which they usually are. It is likely the body is nearby wherever they had made their travels. They leave behind trail after trail of rot, decay and mayhem. It is expected of men who seek no purpose in life except for thieving and self gain. Tarin just needs to figure out a good approach as this likely means stumbling across a camp.\n\nBut he need not do it alone...\n\nSmall movement can be heard in the distance. Tiny whimpers akin to a child hidden in the underbrush. It sounds like it just woke up or just noticed its surroundings. Fear quivers in it's mouse-like voice, making sounds that cannot formulate words. Then a few more of the leaves move and a faint glow can be seen within. Oddly enough... It has no smell. A trap perhaps?\n\nBut then there is a faint crunch, though small. It is approaching slowly and before long, a tiny face appears. It is cute, like a little fairy that could easily be described in children's tales. Rubbing at its eyes, it slowly looks around. Freezing in place the moment it spots Tarin, it's wings trembling to the sight of him. Just what is a creature like this doing out here? Better yet, what is it? And where did it come from?\n\n???* \"Auw-waz-waz-waz-waz...\" It's teeth- at least one may think it has teeth, begins to chatter as it if fear stricken and unable to move." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "Sniff.\n\n\"*Gods-* Damnit. *I didn't expect to hate being able to smell today but this is getting nauseating.\"\n\nHis sarcasm and humor never seems to run out even at times like this. With a few quick sniffs he's able to track the scents separately, honing in on the two he wants to focus on the most and after finding his path forwards he continues to move- powerful legs pushing him through the forest at speeds beyond mortality.\n\n\"Think Tarin... You'll probably find them sooner than later and you don't want to rush in. Don't forget, this isn't just a fight for the hell of it, you're here on a mission and you cannot risk that woman being hurt just to get a kick out of battle. Take your time to access the situation once you're close enough, remember, you're the best at what you do.\"\n\nDuring the time it took him to cross the forests and follow the trail of a rotted scent the cursed man had to talk with himself and firmly plant his foot down- he refuses to allow his darker side to take hold today, he wasn't here on a mission to butcher and murder but to find and bring back safe.\n\n\"What in the world-\" He questioned aloud to himself as the faint sounds of something small finally made their way to his ears. Diverting course for a split second Tarin came to a halt a little ways from the small creature as it finally showed itself to him- it's so small.\n\n\"It's scared-\"\n\nHe wasn't the best when it came to situations like this, normally he Likes* To intimidate but this isn't the time for that. So, slowly, Tarin dropped to one knee and gestured with both hands held open- palms facing the sky.\n\n\"*It's alright little one, it's alright. Are you ok? It's getting dark out, do you have a place to be? It'll be much colder soon.\" Tarin somehow spoke with a calm tone, sounding caring and almost nurturing despite his usual attitude. A side of him never really seen by anyone besides rare instances like this one, a kind soul who wishes to do no harm." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Still frozen in place, the little critter cannot break its gaze from Tarin. Will he eat it? Will he attack it? Many questions whirl through the wisp's head as it's glow lessens out of sheer survival instinct. Even it's wings continue to curl around itself so and his initial approach makes it tense up even more. Blue flame turning white as if to be as pale as a ghost. Little legs form out of its incorporeal body. It 'faints' the moment he takes a single step forwards. Falling backwards and laying limp. But when Tarin begins to speak to it, a tiny bit of color returns.\n\n???* \"Sweet Toof no food! Sweet Toof no food!\" It chirps upon lifting its head, batting its wings once to get back to its freshly made feet.\n\nTarin may seldom have to navigate situations gently but he isn't doing terrible. As he asks for its current health and where it must go. It's tiny footsteps produce little piano sounds though the notes are quite high. Odd how something like this can do that but the probable cause is magic and it's fear turns into curiosity. One step after the other, it takes the little thing a while to properly circle him. A hand brought up to where its mouth is as if to place a thumb inside. With a few blinks its gaze lowers and like a child, it presses the balls of its feet into the dirt.\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth): \"Bad man take witch. Witch nice, witch home.\" It whispers as it brings it gaze back up to him. It even looks as though it could possibly cry but who knows if a wisp can produce tears.\nSweet Toof (Tooth): \"Not huwt (hurt), just sad... Can't find witch, can't find home. Sleepy-sleep, mean collar!\"\n\nSuddenly the wisp yells out in frustrated anger and takes flight. It is blinded by its own emotion and swirls around the bush it had just crawled out in. Though its words are broken and not exactly the easiest to understand. It clearly must have been there when the woman was taken and boy is it upset. The bandits likely attacked it or somehow failed to see it was around, allowing it to hide. But now it throws a temper tantrum as it's 'home' had been taken from it. It makes gestures at its neck, struggling to explain exactly what happened. Repeating over and over again of this witch, of a collar and how she was pulled away.\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth): \"Taken bad camp! Taken bad camp! Es- Es... ESMEEEE!\" It then wails and tears are produced as the creature free falls in the air, covering its eyes as it holds no concern over what happens to it. It is comical but truly saddening as it hiccups in between breaths." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "This is my son now, we're having soft tacos later\n\n\"Oh you poor little thing-\" Tarin's eyes widened as the little creature \"Fainted\", thinking he genuinely scared it to death but once it pops back up the cursed man sighed an internal breath of relief.\n\n\"*Sweet Toof no food, me no hurt Sweet Toof, promising. Tarin, me, Tarin promise.\" He replied with as much of a kind smile as he can muster, speaking in broken language to hopefully communicate with Sweet Toof a bit better. Despite his appearance and reputation Tarin has some experience dealing with children, he's had to calm down many a kid in his day- horrible as that sounds.\n\nHe remained stationary as the creature circled him, not wanting to spook the poor thing again, and once it spoke again Tarin felt a glimmer of hope shimmer to life in his chest.\n\n\"Tarin trying to find bad man and save witch. Tarin help find witch and find home yes yes?\" If this little creature knows where Esme might be that's all the better for him and he might be able to help out two kind souls today. Really chasing his goal of four good deeds for the year.\n\n\"Hey, Sweet Tooth, it's ok-\" He doesn't know what overcame him in that moment, he really doesn't, but something within his cold heart ached to see such a kind and little thing so sad. So, holding out both hands in a cupped form he beckoned the wisp to land there.\n\n\"I'm going to find Esme, I promise, she'll be safe soon. Do you think you could help me save her? I bet she'd appreciate that from her friend. Do you know where they went? Could you point to it?\"\n\nSomehow the most cursed man in all the realms spoke with a warmth and gentleness to his tone, not caring to keep up his reputation of a hardened warrior for the time being- just a lonely man hoping to save others from the sadness he faces." }, { "author": "gale44", "message": "I'm off my game, a little creature has made me want to fight God, I'm seeing red 😭" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Its mouth quivers uncontrollably as it desperately tries to keep its crying in check as it drifts into his palms. The creature is weightless and despite how bright it is, it does not blind the eyes. Odd little thing must be made of raw magic which would explain how such a creature can be seen associated with a witch no doubt. As it begins to move its hands from its eyes, it takes long and ragged deep breaths to prepare itself to speak. It is not out of fear from Tarin or even further anger. It is terrified that it's home is gone and that if she isn't found, truly bad things will happen to her. Which is why it lets out a pitiful 'mhm' as it slowly nods its head up and down before finally finding its words in a single breath.\n\n\"Took to bad camp! Said mean things!\" The spirit starts, now rolling on its side to push itself up to a stand in his palms.\n\"Said found prize, pretty prize. Angry could not have but bring to bwoss!\"\n\nThen the spirit points in the direction of where it must assume that these ruffians took the witch. It fits the scent trail and when it looks back. It continues to explain while pointing in the opposite direction. Despite how child like it is and some language limitations. It is rather articulate in its explanation to what it can be. The big bad beast must be indicative of the boar. But the wisp didn't like the idea of assisting the ruffians who had nearly been impaled. Which means it was with the witch even prior to the kidnapping.\n\n\"Sweet Toof said no! But Esme nice, Esme duty to heal.\" It whispers out as its head lowers yet again.\n\"But learn quick, was planned! Had bad collar! Esme fall sleepy-sleep! Took Esme!\"\n\nIt looks like it is going to fly off again with how riled up it is getting recounting the story. But for the sake of assisting Tarin and out of desperation to get Esme back. It keeps itself composed... Mostly. Waddling up towards Tarin's wrist it then reaches out an extended hand. It's tiny fingers spread as it makes a wide stretch upwards. It seems to want to touch Tarin's forehead but isn't daring to force the issue. The wisp knows that even in its tiny form, that trust is earned. Esme did well to teach it such.\n\n\"Will show show! Esme home! Sweet Toof members (remembers)!\"" }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "Tarin found anger beginning to boil in his heart once Sweet Tooth began to speak again, enraged upon hearing what those thrice damned men had said about Esme. Men like that are scum, worse than scum, disgusting excuses for beings that- if Tarin could have his way- would see each of them snuffed out of existence.\n\n\"Bring to boss, I understand.\" Tarin kept up with his new found friends words, even if some would find the broken and emotion filled speech hard to understand he didn't find such issue with it.\n\n\"I see, you didn't want to but Esme is a nice lady, I understand. We'll find her sweet tooth, I promise.\" The cursed man offered a reassuring tone while keeping his emotions in check, the time for anger is later- right now he needs to focus and help this little creature so they can help him.\n\nHe paused when Sweet Tooth reached a little hand out, assuming it would be some form of magic- perhaps memories being shared? He did not know but he was... Worried. Worried that his little friend would learn things about him that he didn't want to share or let the poor thing see. But, he swallowed his fears, now is the time to act.\n\n\"I trust you, show me.\" Leaning forwards Tarin gently pressed his forehead against Sweet Tooth's hand." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "With a bit of trust established, Sweet Tooth is able to set its palm on Tarin's head. In his own palms he cannot feel the wisp, yet as the wisp reaches out and touches him. A warmth springs from the center point of where the two connect. A whirlwind of feelings stir within as the wisps magic promptly courses through Tarin. Fae... It's a fae. Its strong and the magic itself make every sense of the body become alert, painfully so though it is clear that the intentions of the creature is not to hurt Tarin. But the sensation is strong and soon his body will feel adrift as every thing goes white where only his own breathing can comfort him. Yet through it all, there is a gnawing sense of warmth and then... Rosemary.\n\nTarin's vision is not his own as he shifts and weaves through the trees at an alarming speed. Flying by, scaring off birds as he does. This sight... It's through the eyes of Sweet Tooth and as the small fae finds a perch to land on. Sweet Tooth hides behind the wood of the trees, looking down at the scene below. Two individuals are in the clearing, one on the ground and practically panting as he holds his side. The other a boy, old enough to hold a sword but not of age to truly be called a man. His baby face expression is grim as he panics, over seeing his injured brother. They are adorned in black and grey, the same leather that the woman that Tarin had passed in the town.\n\nInjured Bandit:* \"Augh! It hurts! Get off!\" The brash man slams the boy down as he winces in pain due to the boys attempts to move him.\n\nThe uncoordinated duo fall into a spat of chaos that is promptly interrupted as the injured man coughs up a great deal of blood. This scares Sweet Tooth as the boy screams for help. What should have been a sight noticed and a quick report back to the witch. The wisps is petrified to see a small cloaked figure in all white approach with three other men, adorned in the same outfits right behind her. This must be her, in fact, the bag Tarin had found earlier is wrapped around her arm.\n\nNot only can Tarin hear and see what is happening but his own heart races in match to Sweet Tooths's. The wisp shakes its head, the with shouldn't be here and though her face cannot be seen. Small locks of strawberry pink bangs drape past the the hood. A hand extended, soft and gentle as she reaches out towards the panicking man. This Esme cannot see how the three stare at her from behind as she kneels down to assist their fallen brother. Absolute swine they are, waiting for her to do her work so that they may proceed in their own plans. As her palm presses against the wound, a tome is pulled out into her other hand. Oddly enough, the woman begins to speak elvish.\n.\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth): \"N-no! Look behind you!\" The wisp calls out as the witch is in the middle of her chant. But it's voice is faltering and it is too afraid to put enough power behind its words.\n\nThis reluctance would be the reason that the wisps blames itself and in this vision, there is nothing but guilt for Tarin to feel. As the wound closes on the ungrateful bandit who simply pushes the witch back. He smirks as he gives a nod over towards his boys and the woman lets out a gasp as an item is pulled behind the backs of one of the three that escorted her here. It is like a collar with some type of locking mechanism and it glows a sickly purple. At this point, Sweet Tooth tries to fly forward. Perhaps it can do something, anything.\n\nBut then the collar pulses a strange light and the vision becomes hazed before Sweet Tooth is sent plummeting into the bushes. Darkness remains yet Tarin can hear the struggle of the woman before the final words...\n\nUnknown Bandit: \"Thanks for taking one for the team. Boss is going to love this- to think the witch actually wasn't just some stupid feckin' tale, aye? Pretty one too, shame we gotsta bring er' in.\"\n\nThen Tarin would feel his conscious go into his own body. Sweet Tooth pulling his palm back as he looks down in horror. The quiet sobs of the wisp, the creature blaming itself. Perhaps had it acted sooner then maybe... Just maybe the witch wouldn't have been captured. But whatever those bandits pulled out, it immediately weakened the fae and whoever this witch is, if she is elven or gods forbid fae as well. Then she must have been affected when Sweet Tooth was.\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth): \"Hate me... Witch will hate me... My fault...\"" }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "The sensation change was perplexing and strange to Tarin- as one who cannot use magic himself he will never really get used to when it's used on him in a non-combative way. He'd been hit with infernos and fireballs, monstrous attacks of wind and water and crushing blows from earth and gravity... But those are meant to hurt him, that he can understand, Pain He can understand. But to see from the perspective of the little creature, to feel their emotions and experience what they had-\n\nIt was haunting.\n\nHe watched without control, unable to feel his own emotions or act as he wished so there was nothing for him to do besides wait and watch- listen and observe.\n\n\"I'll kill them.\" A rhythmic thumping began in his heart, his own material body rejecting the magic that was being used on him. His body has always been special, being so devoid of magic and without the ability to ever use it on his own he has formed his own odd resistance to it- like two magnets attempting to be pressed together- they ends never meet.\n\nAs such, whenever the visions and memories fade away and he is back in the material realm Tarin can tell that his body wishes to act- adrenaline courses through his veins like white hot fire, his heart beating with a powerful and vengeful rhythm.\n\n\"Remember the promise you made... Remember what you told yourself... Remember it.\" \n\nThrough gritted teeth Tarin is able to collect himself, somewhat anyway.\n\n \n\"*She won't hate you, if she's as kind as everyone says she is I doubt in her heart of hearts she could hate you. And no, Sweet Tooth, it's not your fault.\" The cursed man was slow and gentle with his movements, not wanting to scare or startle the poor creature, but he lifted his free hand and carefully patted Sweet Tooth on the head.\n\n\"We'll save her, together.\" He gave a smile, as genuine as one could expect from him, and a tone of true belief in his words. He seemed to truly believe they can find and save Esme, hopefully instilling some hope in his little friend, but coiling in his gut like a malevolent force was...Anger.\n\nThe memories slipped through the cracks of his mental blocks and he remembered faint and quick images- A dead hero, the worse cursed, a broken spear, a promise.\n\n\"𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙.\"\n\nA memory and a promise he'd pushed back into the deepest parts of his mind body and soul, a dark and hateful side of himself that he wished would leave him alone but he knows it never will. It will never let him live in peace." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Slowly lifting its head, Sweet Tooth begins to wipe away its tears. With a single sniffle, it swallows down any regret and any self-doubt it could possibly have. Instead, seeing how sure Tarin is, it feels a great sense of belief. There is no reason to be full of gloom, they must get the witch back- they will get her back. So it nods, putting a fist to its chest as it forces forward a smile. Esme could never hate it and once they reunite, things will go as they have always. Things will be normal.\n\n\"Find Witch! Save Esme!\" Sweet Tooth begins to cheer as it grabs hold of new found energy, taking to the sky and flying just a little above Tarin's head.\n\n\"Find bad camp! Bad camp is take witch!\"\n\nThe boar is likely no longer needed to be tracked as Tarin has a guide now. Though the wisp is small and has broken speech. It clearly has an idea to where this potion seller, now confirmed witch is. In fact, it likely has a deeper affinity towards her so perhaps it can follow through a clear path to where her exact location is. Their only issue is that neither of them know how far this camp is and time could easily not be on their side. As Sweet Tooth floats in air, it makes a few gestures as magic trickles from its fingertips. Producing an image of a cobra, it seems to be the bandits sigil.\n\n\"Sleepy-sleep. Must wake!\" The wisp continues before floating down onto Tarin's shoulders.\n\nIt was a group of five that took Esme. But given there is a camp, it is unlikely that it is small. Brute forcing through it is always a possibility. Tarin's strength is unmatched. But bandits are not known for their training in combat nor their ability to outperform on their own. No, they're cowards and will do whatever they can to ensure they keep their cargo and survive. Traps will be everywhere and wherever the witch is being held, most likely will not be in a location most obvious.\n\n\"Ready! Ready!\" Sweet Tooth continues to cheer." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "New found resolve filled the cold heart of the cursed man as he watched Sweet Tooth swallow down his fears and guilts- it made him happy to see the little creature find the courage to continue onward and find their friend.\n\nResponding in kind, a gesture of friendship but also bond, Tarin hit his chest with a clenched fist and smirked. \"Find witch, save Esme.\" It felt... Good, to be good. To be a nice person and save others, to instill courage and confidence in someone else- perhaps this was something he should do more often...But, there is time for that later, there is a goal to achieve.\n\nHis eyes followed Sweet Tooth as the little creature took to the air above him, a small chuckle escaping him. \n\n\"We'll find the bad camp buddy.\"\n\nHe studied the symbol that was made, double checking in his mind if he'd ever seen such a thing before, and upon the wisp landing on his shoulder Tarin stood tall.\n\n\"Good. Now hold on buddy, we're gonna pick up the pace a little bit.\" The cursed man patted the staff holster on his back, the item likely had enough room for Sweet Tooth to hunker down in if they wanted to. \"You guide and I'll run, yeah?\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Guide! Guide!\" \n\nSweet Tooth does not contest to Tarin's commands. It is quick to furl in its wings, spiraling into the hoslter as it then cheers in glee. An unexpected friend for sure, even more so that this apparent potion seller seems to involved with Fae. But if the rumors surrounding these parts are true, then perhaps even the witch is not as kind as she seems. Nothing in this world comes from and sincerity is a dream. Missing children, monsters to her command. It is a wonder just how exactly the rumors surrounding the woman came about. Nonetheless, the objective is clear and the destination is set.\n\nTarin would find himself dashing for a great deal of time. The woods are dense and as streams carry the liquid of life, animals remain distant as the scent of smoke becomes equally strong to the scent of Rosemary. Ice may coat the ground but it has not snowed hard enough to completely cover the tracks of the many men who dare taint these grounds with their sins. More bottles can be seen littered about already ways away from the camp site itself. Even... Music? How bold these bandits must be to feel truly safe. They do have reason to celebrate, the fated cargo has been captured.\n\nSweet Tooth is keen on holding on. With Tarin's strength and speed, it would be quite easy for the small wisp to be swept away in the wind. But thanks to the holster, it can shimmy itself downwards to wedge itself secure. With an eye peeked open, it hums in discomfort to the smell of burning wood. It is still a fae spirit afterall and while flame can be apart of the natural order. It has no reason to put good faith in the ones who stole it's 'home'. It continues to point forward, occasionally explaining that the witch did not mean to get in trouble. The task was simple deliver the potions and return home like they always do.\n\n\"Icky trap!\" Sweet Tooth hisses as it looks ahead, staring up to see a net.\n\nPitfall traps, spikes, trip wires, all should be expected here. But if Tarin is careful, he may be able to infiltrate the camp yet. It is a matter of how and when. It seems busy and there are at least two notable groups of five that can be accounted for outside of the tents. Then there are scouts who seem to be pacing a great distance away from the safety net of their bretheren. This causes Sweet Tooth to hiss again before it mopes.\n\n\"Miss Esme...\" It whines quietly to itself.*" } ]	495	7,732
503.8	2023-12-20	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "\"*Sorry little buddy, I won't do that again unless I have to ok? I forget not everyone is accustomed to that like I am.\" Tarin had said quietly to Sweet Tooth after coming to a stop at the treeline. He felt a little bad that he'd spooked the poor thing so badly for the second time, he really needs to work on that. But, once the wisp said pounce the cursed man reached a hand back and patted the little wisp on the head a few times. \"Thats right buddy, pounce. Hold on tight-\"\n\nEnough playing around, get the information you need, time is waisting.\n\nHis grip around the scouts mouth tightened- the scout could feel their jaw beginning to fracture- while the hand holding the right wrist slowly twisted the arm at an awkward angle until the scouts shoulder felt near to ripping off.\n\n\"I agree with Sweet Tooth, I think you're a liar. You wouldn't lie to me, would you?\" The cursed man moved his face a little closer, speaking right beside the scouts ear in a quiet and icy tone. \"Your prisoner, the woman you idiots captured, is she alive? Now before you answer I want you to consider some very important information-\"\n\n\"𝙇𝙞𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪.\n𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙏𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙏𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪.\"\n\nHis tone carried all the weight the scout needed to get a clear picture, they either tell him what he wants or they're dead." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Though Sweet Tooth cannot compare to the sheer power and strength that Tarin exudes. The little wisp growls mightier than a lion. It's eyes narrowed as it looks at one of the fiends who stole it's mother figure. It even stomps on the back of Tarin's shoulder, becoming more feral than that of a child it once showed before. It's light turning a dark purple rather than the mellow blue it usually has. It wants Esme back and clearly it doesn't care who gets hurt in the process.\n\nBut the bandit could care less about the wisp. It's Tarin that is the issue. As his gaze flutters, he attempts to think of any way to get out of this situation. In truth, he never laid eyes on the witch. He is but one scout out of many who follows a simple command in a long chain of them. Today's command was to celebrate after his shift. So he truly doesn't have answers... Or does he?\n\nAs he starts to crack, the bandit realizes the severity of his situation. He knew Tarin had the intent to kill but he struggles to keep his cries of pain in check. This isn't a man who is willing to give a swift death. To get what he wants, he'll make sure he suffers. No bandit has enough honor or courage to face something like this. So his voice picks up again as he attempts to speak.\n\n\"I don't know! I just patrol- argh!\" He attempts to pull away as the pain becomes near unbearable.\n\n\"The elf! Sylvar! He's the one who gives the fucking commands! He probably knows where your girl is!\"\n\nAs adrenaline courses through the bandit. Flight begins to kick in as the three of them can hear approaching footsteps. Sounds like two and even more so, they're likely other scouts. The bandit that Tarin has subdued begins to squirm and without hesitation, he makes an attempt to yell. His boys are likely a few paces down the way, it's his only chance for survival." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "Honestly Tarin found it endearing to see his wisp buddy getting heated, like seeing your little sibling get righteously mad at someone, it was both funny and boosting to his conviction. He won't let Sweet Tooth's courage go to waste.\n\nThen the bandit went against what Tarin had told him. \n\n\"I warned you.\"\n\nHe squeezed his hand, putting strength behind it, and crushed the lower jaw of the scout who dared go against his command. With his other hand he let go of the scouts wrist and grabbed the back of their head, snapping their neck with a loud crack. He let the body drop as he drew his dagger from its sheathe on his hip, turning around the face the oncoming bandits that bastard had drawn closer.\n\nHe recognized the name, Sylvar, that elf he'd fought before. He was behind this? Perhaps after saving this woman he'd go pay Sylvar a visit again. \n\n\"Sweet Tooth, stay in the holster, I've got this buddy.\"\n\nIt was more a command than a suggestion, not a harsh one, but one born out of care for his friends safety. Gone is the time for silence and planning, now is the time for bloodshed. He waisted no time, he began to walk towards the approaching scouts with his dagger held in hand." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "The bandit lays limp in seconds, his foot twitching briefly before his life is no more. Sweet Tooth gives off another hiss before returning to its blue state and shrinking back into the sheath. Esme would not encourage this behavior normally. So in remembering her words, the wisp gets a bit shy. Not to the deceased before it, but because it thinks that Tarin may scold it. Though its concerns are quickly washed away as Tarin speaks soflty to it. Reassuring the creature that there is no harm here, they have a mission and that is to save the witch. Any collateral... Is well, just that. Why should a fae spirit care about the sinful? They feel differently and though it can act like a child, a wisp is no child nor a mortal. It is a fae through and through.\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth):* \"Undwastood!\" It quietly chirps as it shrinks away.\n\nIn good time too because the scouts are coming. Though there is music to be heard at the camp, Tarin is still a little ways away from it. So any sound can pick up in these woods and the tussling of the bandit he had ambushed has definately raised suspicion. It isn't enough to get the duo to charge so he still has time. But they are talking amongst themselves, one with his crossbow already drawn.\n\nCrossbow-Armed Scout: \"Think it's another one of those boars?\"\n\nThey are uneasy and this nervousness is causing them to be alert as they draw closer. While the ranged user is more unsettled than his partner, the other seems to embrace the idea of a possible fight. In fact, he grins at the mention of another hunt. It beats walking back and forth on the same path, listening to festivities he cannot partake in. He is also quite large in size though not completely comparable to Tarin, he is pushing it close. It is likely this man seldom acts as a scout so why put him on this duty? He likely got the short end of the stick and now he's stuck glued to the side of an uneasy rookie. Pity.\n\nHunter: \"Dunno, don't care. We're killing it. If we bring it back, we might get to see Sylvar's gift before he sends the bitch off.\" He chuckles, grinning ear to ear.\n\nNow this is a man who is in the know. But before they draw too closer, the hunter suddenly stops as evil mischief coats his expression. Without a second thought, he suddenly shoves the younger bandit forward. Up nodding his head as he is trying to get the kid some nerve.\n\nHunter: \"Take lead. Try to wimp back and I'll cut yer' throat. Now come on, the longer we take the higher the likelyhood that Sylvar will leave before I get to see her. Hah!\" He bellows, slamming the kid in the back before hunching over the crossbow user.\n\"I hear she's real pretty too. So don't ruin my chances boy.\"" }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "\"*That's my boy.\" Tarin replied to his pal as he reached a hand back and gently back the holster, a small gesture to his new found friend that he's got him.\n\nTarin began to stretch, reaching his arms back and clasping his hands- feeling the tug of his muscles hitting their very far reaching limits- he popped his neck on both sides and inhaled sharply from his nose. It's time to go to work... Or, so was his plan, anyway. \n\nAs the two bandits drew closer Tarin slowly drew his dagger while using his old assassin training to stay out of sight- just out of the two bandits vision in all aspects- while he could see and hear them clearly. He listened to the two speak, anger welling in his heart as the larger of two was outright harassing the, what he assumes, poor rookie stuck with him. As he watched and listened he felt something begin to change within his heart- an old feeling, from his earlier years- Righteousness.\n\n\"Who are they to snuff out and harm lives without a care in the world. Who are they to hurt my friend and who are they to capture some poor woman. Who are they to leave the people of this world with sadness and grief-* *Who are they to be such monsters when I swore I would kill EVERY monster like me.\"\n\n* \nHe charged forwards at breakneck speeds, stopping directly infront of the two bandits- his approach having been unknown to them, with his blades edge pressed against the bigger man's neck- letting him know through gesture alone that if he moves or makes a sound he will die.\n\n\"Make a sound and you die.\" He said glaring into the eyes of the larger man, his own gaze held nothing but the impression that he will give no second chances. After a split second he spoke once more, gaze never leaving the bigger man. \"Hey, kid. Where is the witch you all captured? If you don't know that's fine. You seem decent, not like-\" He slid his pressed blade just enough to draw blood. \"-This one. So, run. I won't give you a second chance to take it or leave it. Your choice.**\"" } ]	465	2,519
441.4	2023-12-21	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As Sweet Tooth growls, it still seems happy to recieve affirmation. It wasn't nothing more than these bandits to suffer for taking its witch. There have been many incidents regarding Esme, the duo has not been shy of trouble in the last few months. But no explicit danger has ever befallen them. Perhaps the wisp truly believed that she was untouchable and now that someone... Anyone dares to touch her. They shall pay in a thousand deaths each. At least that is what the little fae likes to think. Who knows if it is seelie or unseelie. Nonetheless, as it feels movement it cannot help but peek its little head out to get a clear picture of the scene.\n\nA large man in front of Tarin who's mug looks as though it can intimidate dragons. While Sweet Tooth can only see a portion of it, its enough to know that this guy could do some serious damage. This causes the poor wisp to lose some nerve and retreat back into the sheath.\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth): \"Will save... Will save. No scare now.\"\n\nYet the man does not move as a devilish smirk remains plastered on his face. His gaze unwavering now that he turns his attention to his little lacky who gasps in fright, pointing his crossbow at Tarin. Though the kid looks shaken and it is unlikely he'll get a clear shot even if he wanted to save his boss. As the boy swallows an imaginary lump in his throat, the larger man simply scoffs in utter disgust. Those who are weak should die, those who live in fear should jump head first into its cold embrace.\n\nYoung Bandit: \"I-... The...\" He starts but is promptly stops as he looks his elder in the eye. It is do or die and given the extreme disadvantage he's in... There is no way he'll get out of this if he doesn't say anything.\n\"She's-\"\n\nBefore the boy can even finish, the elder tries to disarm Tarin with an underhand swoop. His smirk doesn't fade and in fact evolves to a wicked grin. This man didn't join a group for creed and brotherhood, not even to get rich. No... This is a killer through and through and Tarin is likely the first real challenge he has ever seen his eyes on. The very eyes that likely have watched many die, many innocent souls trapped in his grasp as they faced fear upon reaching a horrid demise. He is likely one of many as well and though the witch is alive, it will be a miracle if she is truly unharmed. \n\nNot a word spoken, not a second of hesitation... This man means to kill and if he cannot, gravely injure Tarin and is so bold that he wishes to close the already small gap between them.\n\nThe boy on the other hand pivot turns and makes an attempt to run off in the direction of the camp. This is not his fight and a man of Tarin's size requires back up. He will not risk his life and most importantly, the mission. He already almost let it slip and there will be hell to pay if this gets to the hire ups. So this is his best option to try and salvage the situation. He is young and dumb with likely no where else to go. Run where? His home is here despite how cruel this life may be.\n\nHunter: \"Smitten by the witch, eh?! My boss already made claim on her.\" He taunts, letting out a hearty laugh as adrenaline courses through his now flexing muscles.\n\"When he's done with her, we'll let cha know!\"" }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "Tarin waited for the boy to speak, prepared to make a split second decision on what to do based on what's told to him- but, as he sees the eyes of the older man move to the rookie- the boy won't talk. \n\nHe dodged back, the attack narrowly missing his jaw but he managed. As his eyes focused on the elder man he felt his grip tighten around his daggers hilt, a rage building in his very bones. The vile things the man said struck something deep within Tarin's core, the very pit of his being- the boy who used to love, who used to care. Now the monster that overshadows that boy doesn't chose to respond with heartfelt remarks on Esme's behalf- no. \n\n\"*Die.\"\n\nTarin has faced off against a demi-god, monsters from the Lands Beyond, beasts and giants, warriors and assassins- he has fought more and killed more in one year than these bandits would ever dream of in a lifetime. It's time to prove that point, his overwhelming Power.* And so, he does.\n\nThe cursed man launched forwards. His right hand swinging in a powerful arc, colliding his fist in the chest of the man. The force behind his blow, the same force that challenged Noctis, is beyond mortals. An explosion of powerful winds erupted from the man's body as he is launched backwards towards the camp at speeds near the speed of sound itself.\n\n\"*I told you, you had only that one chance.\" He knelt down, grabbing a single small rock out of the dirt below. As be stands back up he takes a quick shuffle step before pitching the rock towards the rookies head- a cannon shot wouldn't even compare." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As Tarin reels back the man things this to be an opportunity. So he curls in his own fist to attempt to stun and catch the other off guard if he can land his punch. But there is no amount of resistance training that can prepare him for the blast that is to occur. What happens in mere seconds becomes time-stopping for each bandit. Not a moment is spared where the man is not grinning, likely unaware of his death even when it greets him. For the foolish shall also be deserving of deaths kiss of death. Organs ruptured, spine snapped in two and a hole formed capable of cutting the body into two. What's left of him is an unspeakable mess and only horror can be found here, the boy himself doesn't even look back.\n\nHe was warned, he was foretold what would happen. But perhaps the young bandit will be reborn with a better hand dealt. As the small object is flung. The last thing the boy can hear is the crack of his own skull before it all turns black. Eternal darkness taking over him, his limp body on the ground with his arms wrapped around his crossbow. Fear was the last thing he felt and his own blood would be the last he tasted. Not a moment was given for him to regret, what is done is done.\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth):* \"All done?\" The tiny fae asks from the sheathe it has been residing in.\n\nIt heard the powerful impact and it is perplexed by the sudden spike in energy. It isn't magic, it would have known if so. Which is why it slowly pokes up its head again. Trying to take a look as to what happened. They didn't get any information and that only makes the wisp more nervous. Anxiously humming, it begins to twiddle its fingers as it looks over at Tarin.\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth): \"Esme close, Esme near, campy-camp.\" \n\nBut where in the camp? \n\nThe wisp is likely spot on with its assumptions. But navigating a camp full of bandits will prove challenging. Tarin could blast his way through. Except with every body dropped and every head missing only adds to the risk. There is nothing stopping these bandits from retaliating and killing her. At some point a mission will not be worth it and though Sweet Tooth is quite smile and childlike. It knows that the more of a fuss they make, could only be Esme's undoing. Which add further panic to its little body as again, it is reminded that its untouchable mother figure has had her wings torn. Pulled by the legs violently from the heavens. A single tear is shed and soon the wisp retreats once more.\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth): \"Call name, summon. Call name, summon...\"" }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "Standing straight up once more the cursed man rolled his shoulder a few times, hoping that action while help him shake some of the regret he felt in having to take the rookie down. In truth he didn't want to but business is business and he cannot let his morality cause him to fail. \n\n\"*With those two buddy, I have a plan, don't worry.\" Reaching a hand back he gently pat Sweet Tooth on the head . \"We'll find her soon buddy, campy-camp is close.\"\n\nHoping to reassure his little friend Tarin moved quickly, not enough to startle or spook his buddy, but enough so that he is back up in a tree seconds later. He focused his senses on the camp before he heard Sweet Tooth. \n\n\"What's the matter buddy? Summon? What's that mean?\" Trying to multitask between helping his little pal and gaining whatever information from the camp he can via his senses- smells, sounds, sights, all of it." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Miss Esme, scared. Esme kind, help feel better.\"\n\nOddly enough Sweet Tooth's words seem very specific. It's gaze does not waiver and as it does, it points to its own heart before pointing to Tarin. Fae have... A strange way of understanding emotions. Those who could possibly be troubled tend to attract them. Whatever Tarin could have suppressed, the little creature still feels turmoil within. Which is why it emphasizes the importance of being swift as it points to the direction of the camp again.\n\nIt then nervously hums as Tarin takes off but it's getting used to the speed by name. In doing so, it pokes it's head up and tries to explain what it had said prior.\n\n\"Summon Esme, real name, no work. Last rewort (resort), summon big guardian.\"\n\nThis new information may complicate things. Who cares for the bandits. But if this guardian is massive and can appear if the witch is in trouble. Then bigger problems are afoot here. Or perhaps it is just Sweet Tooth's imagination. Either way, it grows increasingly uneasy as it hangs on within the sheath.\n\n\"Momma momma not happy...\" It continues to mumble. But Tarin can get a sense that... It may not be talking about his target.*\n\"Summon, destroy... Momma momma not happy...\"" } ]	359	2,207
747.833333	2023-12-22	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "\"*I know buddy, I know. She'll be safe soon-\"\n\nHe felt odd when he spoke- something felt wrong about what he said. Why is he being so...Calm.* That's it. He's being calm. Normally if he was on a job like this, any job really, he wouldn't be taking this long. He'd have gone down there and killed anyone who didn't tell him exactly what he wanted to hear, he'd have broken bones and crushed organs until he was given exactly what he wanted and then this would be over.\n\n\"*Summon... Summon big guardian...\"\n\nHis speech became slowed, almost as if he was just repeated what he heard and wasn't truly listening. Because, in truth, he's not. He cannot shake this feeling, this part of him that wants to fight- wants to fill the blackened hearts of those monsters in the camp with Fear.* His old self, his old ways, the killer he used to be.\n\n\"*Momma not happy, I get it.\" He snapped back to reality, speaking plainly and kindly to Sweet Tooth as he rose- determination filling his tone as he glared down at the camp like a judge about to stamp his gavel and cast judgment. \"Do not leave the holster until I tell you too Sweet Tooth.\" And then something about him began to change.\n\n* \n𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲.\n\nHis speed was beyond any heights he has achieved thus far. It wasn't so much as he ran to his new location, more so that he simply appeared there, instantaneously. He stood in the center of the enemy camp, a large curved sword with a fur-coated guard now held within his right hand. His eyes, black as the darkest pits in hell, held a gaze of such pressure and intensity it seemed as if the very shadows themselves grew larger while the lights around the camp dimmed- as if his very presence was empowering the darkness around him.\n\n\"The witch, where is she?*\"\n\nHis voice carried across the camp for all to hear with power, but it was no yell, it was as if he was simply something Greater* Than before." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Sweet Tooth does not protest the command and soon its little head is out of sight. But this does not stop its faint murmurs of discomfort and an impending guardian. But it will have to be disregarded for now. As his voice echoes through the hearts of the bandits in the cave. It suddenly falls silent, eerily silent. Heads turn, whispers exchanged and deep within... The leader stops in his debriefing. \n\nSylvar Devantes, a man equally charming as he is lethal. As his palms draw from the map table in front of him, his men are speechless on what to say. Yet his ice cold gaze remains unfazed and soon a soft scoff escapes his lips. Surrounded by a sea of rugged individuals who could never make it in life without turning to crime. Scars and broken bodies little the camp all while he stands proud and virtually untouched. This perfect look is one of his bigger traps, as many underestimate him. Those very fools are either washed away at sea or deep underground, never to be found or remembered again.\n\n\"Is it the guardian?\" His right hand asks as he follows his captain out.\n\nBoth men are adorned in leather armor, black as the night sky and lavish as once could get it. They are well defensed and there is a magical air about Sylvar that dares to suffocate the firepit flame when he passes by. With a simple gesture, all flame is snuffed within the camp and his palm sits upon his platinum-tipped blade. His gaze then flickers over towards the tent he had just come from, staring in between the crack where he can see the small form of the woman cloaked in pure white.\n\n\"No... It isn't. It's something else entirely. It would have said her true name if it was.\" He responds with a low chuckle, almost enticed by the thrill of the mysterious entity that is Tarin.\n\"Get everyone into positions. It isn't just our eyes on her, it is imperative we deliver the witch without interruption.\"\n\nOn his command, men nod without any question. Rushing to different sides of the camp, covering each others flanks as many are adorned with crossbows and long swords. Sylvar then returns to stand in front of his tent. Drawing out his blade before impaling it into the ground. This man... He is no bandit. He is out of place and as far as he is concerned, the men at this camp are worth sacrificing.\n\nTarin may not know it yet, but he is coming up on a very powerful opponent. A man not driven by the lust of combat nor carnal desires. Instead, a man driven by pure ambition, one long-lived.\n\n\"Oh mysterious voice, you set claim for the witch? Why hide when you can enjoy in our festivities!? We are hospitable, you know~\" He coos as his silver-blue eyes flicker with arcana, a shield now placed conveniently around himself and the tent.\n\"No harm will come to her if that is your concern.\"" }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "He observed all like a predator finally cornering its long missed prey. His eyes, those obsidian orbs that held malice within them like that of a demon, stayed lock on the man who made his way from the tent. Based on pure looks, attitude and demeanor alone Tarin can tell this is the boss he's heard so much about...Finally.\n\n\"*Monsters like you and I, scourges on the world we tread and stains on the history written, we are not allowed such things as hospitality.\" His reply comes sharply, a potent yet smoothed over ego was well placed in his words.\n\nHe lifted his large blade, resting it across his broad shoulders while his senses told him everything he needed to know.\n\n\"Surrounded, magic at play, leader and guards, Esme behind him. Good.\"\n\n\"You would be wise to hold true to your word then-\" The cursed man said in reply to the final statement by the leader of the camp. \"-because my patience has run dry today and I have no plans to converse with scum like you.\"\n\nA small smirk drifted over his face, slowly growing wider and wider until a sickening smile was held on the man's face. A smile that seemed to exude an aura of murderous intent, a smile that told all good and well that this man will be their end. His new state had been awakened, finally, and now is the time to put it to good use. A state of being he long forgot how to embrace, a state of enlightenment only he can achieve, a state of disconnection...For he is the one who left it all behind.\n\n\"I am the man most cursed by heaven and most loved by hell, and you will be remembered in the same way you will die- useless, weak, groveling, ashamed.\"\n\nForce erupted from below him, a sizable crater formed at his feet while rocks, various items from the camp and dirt lifted into the air. For one with a sense of magic the man before Tarin will begin to sense something powerful thrumming within the blade held in the cursed man's hand- wind magic of the most destructive degree.\n\nA single swing of his blade was all that was needed, from both the strength behind it and the powerful gusts of wind launched by the blades magic, to send all the debris picked up by his step flying throughout the camp like arrows fired from the strongest of bows... Even that doesn't truly compare." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As Tarin rushes forwards, a few of the bandits are overwhelmed but the air pressure that bursts through some of the tents. Yet many of the bandits who are under Sylvar's command show great resolve. These are not the rookie scouts or ignorant hunters from the parameters. These are Sylvar's personally hand selected men. One by one, they trickle inwards, rushing past their captain to meet Tarin face to face. There are five total men. Three are your standard front-liners, men who hold their blades out and shields close. Behind them, two spellswords whose blades ignite in a bright blue light. The arcane swirls around the iron and the palms produce flame that is then used to coat their weapons. Behind them, a woman who seems to be a trained marksman, her arrows coated in a dark purple substance.\n\n\"Ashamed? Ha!\" Sylvar laughs as he curls in his fist, causing two man-sized golems to rise from the ground in front of him.\n\"Pity, we could have talked.\"\n\nSylvar then flicks his cloak and fel-runes appear on his arms and trailing up his neck. His magic... It's corrupted, twisted. As a wicked grin curls upon his lips, his two golems create blades out of stone to arm themselves. He does not dare underestimate Tarin. The man is powerful. But it has been a long time since Sylvar has had a fight of his own, one where he can truly be free to do as he pleases. His right hand is quick remind him of their job. No matter how adrenaline-rushed Sylvar may be, the witch is their focus. They cannot lose her in a fight or as colatoral. It causes Sylvar to suck his teeth as he groans in annoyance.\n\n\"I'll give you the witch if you can actually live through a camp of my men.\" Sylvar then taunts, letting out a hearty laugh as he extends his arms outwards. He expects most of his men to die. But a man as cunning as this... Has plans.\n\"We'll see how long you can keep her too. Do I have the honors of knowing your name?\"\n\nIn the midst of his speech, standing well over a hundred feet away. The men who charged Tarin initially rush forward. The warriors attempt to surround him, their blades drawn while one slams it against his shield to create ruckus and disorient. All while the marksmen has her arrow ready and the casters continue to chant. Each one spaced out from the other.\n\n\"You shouldn't have come here alone, freak!\" The warrior snarls." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "\"You seem to mistake me for some simple mercenary, a fatal mistake. I am no mere sell-sword and I am no man who clings to magic in order to find strength in this world.\" He shifted his stance, slowly widening his feet while his smile twisted into a look of crazed desire and carnal fury as he began to awaken something within. \"I pray you find no peace in knowing you have led your soldiers to their deaths today...\"\n\nThe shadows all around the camp grew larger and began to change form, grins from the darkness and eyes made of the abyss begin to take form all around- for Sylvar and his group of warriors it's as if something otherworldly is taking form before them. A monster finally being freed from its cage, a beast long starved of blood and meat FINALLY* Having prey to sink its fangs into.\n\n*\"𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍. 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜.\"\n\nHis voice erupted in thunderous fashion while his body seemed to enlarge, muscles rippled underneath his form fitting shirt- seemingly boosting his already imposing size and height into something greater. Taller, bigger, stronger. His limitations have been lifted, the pact he formed lifetimes ago rebranded into his mind as he laid nearly dead after his battle with Noctis, has been reforged. The Man Who Has Left It All Behind.\n\n* *\n 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚅𝚘.\"\n\nHe hefted his sword, leveling the blade as the warriors began to approach him in coordinated unison, now he can finally fight as he wished.\n\nHe swung his sword in a wide arc towards the group, a single horizontal slash that carried with it so much force the magically powered winds generated act like a blade of cutting power hitherto undreamt of, if anyone is foolish enough to block such a strike they will find themselves very wrong in their assumptions. But, as is his method, Tarin does not stop there. Once his blade has fully made its way through the air he uses that attack to give him a lead, allowing him to charge forwards at the closest warrior and attack them with a swing of his blade meant to cleave from head to groin. Wing magic, turbulent and vicious, is generated on the edge of the blade to create a cutting force so focused it could shave a mountains side." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"We may have a demon on our hands...\" Sylvar comments to his right hand who gives a steady nod.\n\"I'll ensure the witch will come back to me if this goes wrong.\"\n\n\"Wrong? We were given clear instructions-\" The man starts to rebuttle but is promptly cut off by his captain who snarls at his insolence.\n\n\"Bring the witch, but no exact time frame was given Navien!\" The elf quips, snapping his head towards the other.\n\nThe headstrong and clear-minded Navien. Sylvar's right hand and brother in arms. He may not adorn the looks that his captain has but his frame is nothing to scoff at. The man practically towers over anyone he meets and while Sylvar is blessed with magic. Navien has talents hidden away in both his swords play and footwork. The rest is unknown but most know not to mess with him. Unlike Sylvar, he isn't arrogant but the two share a coldness that these bandits could only aspire of having. His dark brown eyes scan the sight ahead, his lip curled up in annoyance as his calculations are not going to plan. The witch having a demon on her side is no surprise. But Sylvar is a wild card and this sudden drop of information does not sit right with him.\n\nHis eyes flicker towards his companion who pulls out a single vial. Inside are small, red, bead-like pills hanging at the bottom. Two are dropped into Sylvar's palm and Navien can only shake his head as he turns on his heels to walk off. This fight is not his fight and he would rather get the mission done. Unfortunately for Navien, this means he needs to put some faith into whatever Sylvar has planned, if he can even call it that. As his back turns, he can hear screaming and chaos behind him. All of this for one girl, pity.\n\nThe screaming comes from none other than Sylvar's men who still stands proudly behind his two golems and shield he has conjured. The two warriors are able to avoid the cleave as they are nimble. One rolling east while the other slides across the ground, using the momentum of his body to get low. The third is not so lucky. As the powerful blade is brought down, he attempts to dodge the incoming attack. But the man was mid charge and switching paths is simply impossible. His arm is cut clean off and from both pain and shock, he emits an sound that can only be described as animalistic. Stumble backwards and barely able to hold onto his blade with his left hand. Panting heavily as his own warm blood trails down his side. Face to face with a monster.\n\n\"Ignis!\" The casters yell, sending two firebolts Tarin's way from both the South and the West.\n.\n\n\"Got you...\" The marksman smirks as her arrow is sent flying. Slicing through one of the firebolts to ignite in flame. If her eye is as good as Sylvar is made to believe. Then perhaps she can be proud in knowing that her arrow could meet its mark in his leg. She aims to slow him down as she doubts she can get a head shot on Tarin.\n\nMeanwhile Sylvar can feel the mysterious drug course through his veins. He twirls his blade around, waiting for Tarin to draw close once he is done fighting what he would call 'fodder'. Licking his teeth, he sneers as he waits patiently. He isn't a fair man, he wants Tarin as exhausted as he can possibly get before facing off with him. He wants the demon to struggle, to suffer and to eat the very words he had spoke prior. Ominous laughter escapes his lips and before he can take a step forward, he is halted by Navien again.\n\n\"The witch is still in deep slumber. I found the item, shall I-\" Navien starts, drawling off as he glances towards his bag.\n\n\"Fuck off, yes. Take it with group B and go. I want to see what this Tarin is about.\" Sylvar spits, relishing the name on his tongue.\n \n\"Understood...\" Navien then nods and he soon begins to walk off, knowing that he is safe given there is a shield, men, golems and just about everything in-between him and this demon.\n\"Oh... And Sylvar?\" He then comes to a stop, looking over his shoulder again.\n\n\"What?\" \n\n\"Try not to die. Otherwise I'll take the witch, say I saved her and marry her myself.\" He jests before continuing in his path.*" } ]	730.5	4,487
586.666667	2023-12-23	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "*He gave no respite.* Once his blade cleaved away the arm of the now doomed man Tarin quickly shot out his free hand in a palm strike- his palm clapped against the bandits chest and with a concussive blast blood bone and viscera splattered over anyone and anything infront of Tarin- if the shield stops such things as those all the better for it would provide a momentary veil for him to use.\n\nWithout missing a beat the cursed man moved again, his large blade used like a shield- braced against Tarins forearm- and he deflected one firebolt. The second he managed to dodge by dropping his body low-\n\n\"*Damned archers.\" He felt the flaming arrow stab into his thigh, a pity it wasn't something a bit stronger. He ripped the arrow from its lodge, his leg muscles flexing to an inhuman degree which caused the wound to seal nearly instantly.\n\n\"You'll have to try harder than that to kill me.\" The tone of the man before them all has changed within the moments of the exchange, instead of sounding enraged and malicious like before he sounds- indifferent. With a clench of his fist the arrow splintered in his grasp and with inhuman speed he hurled the arrow head at the bandit to his west- the sharp object piercing through their eye as if they had been shot by one of the dwarven powder guns.\n\n* \nWithin the same breath as the arrow-head being thrown the cursed man turned and drew the staff from the holster across his back- oddly enough, Sweet Tooth watched the staffs end stay still until the cursed man pulled the whole of the staff out- as if the holster was magical in nature while also still being physical enough to hold him without a problem. He swung the staff with one arm, looking more like a short stick than anything, but mid-flight the staff grew in length rapidly until he cracked against the side of the head of the bandit who'd been to his west. The staff directly hitting the temple, death in one strike.\n\n\"What disgusting people you are.\" Holstering the staff and brandishing his large sword the cursed man glared at the golems- archer and Sylvar himself. Distain and disgust fill his tone. \"Acting as if the poor witch is some prize for you to get your grubby hands on. Despicable. What, couldn't make it as a decent person so you turned to a life of crime and his backup plan if you fail is to marry the witch and move on?\"\n\nTarin spit on the ground before Sylvar. \n\n\"No wonder you cling to men and woman, golems and magic to fight your battles. You're a weakling. Not worth my time.*\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Boss!\" \n\nAs the archer calls out from her perch, Sylvar simply dismisses her concern. One by one his lackies drop like flies and the remaining spell swords begin to falter backwards. Without their frontline, they are nothing and seem to be fully aware of their own vulnerability. This causes them to promptly retreat where the Golems can take their place instead. But such cowardice gets no man anywhere in this walk of life. As Sylvar's veins begin to turn black, he draws his own blade and makes two forward motions with it. They are graceful but such beauty is promptly ended when both spell swords meet a swift end. Necks cracked and bodies laid lifeless.\n\n\"I try not to kill women, go on sweetie... Get out of here.\" The elf commands in a tone sultry.\n\nThe archer tries her best to keep her resolve but she has fought with these men, sung with them. It was not this demon that killed them, but their very leader. She knew he always had a bit of a temper, one that Navien often kept in check. But never did she think he would stoop so low to drop his own men who only wanted to survive. Unable to find her words, she simply nods and slides off of the tree she had been perched on. Her breathing heavy, her senses dull. She figures she is to go and catch up with Navien's group. Yes, that's it, she can live another day under his command. Sylvar is allowing it so she must act swiftly.\n\nBut the moment she takes her first step the last thing the woman sees is the sky. Memories of her brothers, living on the streets and being picked up by the captain. A life played out in mere seconds and a thud that falls into the grass. Her vision soon turning red before all is black... For Sylvar had no intention of letting her leave either.\n\nIf Tarin is cursed, then Sylvar is a true devil.\n\nThe man simply laughs as wind flickers off of his palm. The very magic he had used to take that girl's head the moment she turned her back to him, not once taking his eyes off of Tarin. Licking his lips, the elf grows excited to the thought of exchanging swords with this new and exciting opponent. His blade glows a faint green and the elf steps forwards, his arms extended as if to receive and encore for his efforts. Navien is long gone now and there is no one to keep him in check.\n\n\"Why thank you!\" The man chirps to the insult, smiling even wider.* \n\"But disgusting and despicable I have heard a million times over. Ignore my friend Navien, he has a soft spot for weak birdies like the witch.\"\n\nHe continues to taunt and prod. Though the witch is not hurt, it wouldn't be beneath him to do something cruel to her if she were left in his grasp any longer. But clearly they are duty bound... To something, so he isn't touching her. His words do get to Sweet Tooth however, whose head pokes back out again and the fae lets out a monstrous growl. A tone not heard before, a sound that should not be able to come from its little form. It's spirit body begins to twitch as the magic surrounding it seems unstable. Little Sweet Tooth is holding something back and it promptly returns to hiding in hopes to calm itself down.\n\n\"And careful now, the very woman you want to save uses magic all the time. Had to put her to sleep though, the pretty thing!\" He continues, laughing with every word he speaks.\n\"But I don't want to talk about her. I want to talk about you, o' cursed soul. Shall our blades take flight in this destined night? Hmm~?\"" }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "Tarin watched with growing malice as Sylvars soldiers are cut down by his own volition. It made the pit forming in his gut grow all the larger, an eagerness to snuff out the life of one so monstrous and cruel. He felt his heart beating at a faster pace while adrenaline began to surge throughout his body, his excitement was slowly being replaced with something much darker and the cursed man doesn't know if he will be able to control those urges now that such careless butchery has taken place before him. Killing doesn't phase him, he does that for a living, but to take lives just for the sake of it... That doesn't sit right with him.\n\nHe heard the noise produced by Sweet Tooth, not even mildly upset that the little wisp poked his head out against what he was told, its understandable.\n\n\"Calm yourself Sweet Tooth, it's alright. I'll make sure he doesn't say mean things about Esme anymore, I promise you.\" He whispered to the little fae in the holster on his back, hoping he can ease Sweet Tooth and keep him calm. He doesn't know magic as well as most but he can sense power and right now Sweet Tooth reeks of it.\n\n\"*Save the theatrics, if it's a fight you want I will gladly give you one.\" The cursed man reached back to the holster, putting away the large blade the same way he had the staff- and then he pulled out a chain. A long metal chain that exuded magic, and he attached its end to the hilt of his oddly shaped dagger now held in hand.\n\n\"But... I should warn you, cries for mercy will fall on deaf ears. Don't let your ego be your end.\"\n\nHis eyes steeled as he began to approach the elf, each step carrying enough weight behind it to leave large footprints in the ground.\n\n\"Let's begin.*\"" } ]	576	1,760
526.833333	2023-12-30	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Each step becomes heavy, the world deafening around him. In just seconds the gap between Sylvar and Tarin are closed yet... Why does he not feel satisfied? A man who rivals the strength of the gods, here he stands, facing Sylvar and finally he was able to get under his skin. Yet again he wonders, why does he not feel satisfied? The smile is torn from his face but not out of fear. But out of... Disappointment?\n\nThere is nothing Sylvar's golems can do to stop the attack and Tarin moves too fast for Sylvar to even react. Sweat beads fall from his forehead, the drug is beginning to wear off and the exhaustion is kicking in.\n\nThen all of his memories rush forwards into one single memory that stands out. A small table shared between himself and his partner Navien. Brotherhood that has long cultivated over the years yet disappointment lay riddled on the man's expression. Why? Why does he keep looking at Sylvar that way? It boils his blood and this causes him to reach out to grab towards a small vial in the center of the table. Only to be stopped as Navien pulls out a dagger, impaling it into the table in front of his hand to just barely miss the vial.\n\nNavien \"She gave us this as a last resort. Stop relying on it. I get it makes your pain receptors void but you're still mortal, it's effects are not that long lasting. It doesn't make us gods, it makes us stupid.\"\n\nStupid... Stupid... Stupid...\n\nHis words echo in the back of Sylvar's mind as slowly his muscles begin to burn. His wrist fractured by his own foolishness from before. Pushing past his limits as at the end of the day, he is still mortal.\n\nThen a loud splintering crack... Everything goes black.\n\nThe golems dissolved into the very soil that made them and blood is splattered from the ground around where Sylvar lays. Is he dead? Possibly. His eyes are still wide open as a sea of red mazes down his face. His fingertips twitching as he continues to hear his comrades voice.\n\nStupid... Stupid... Stupid...\n\nAway from camp\n\nNavien cannot help but look over the hill at what was once a place of celebration. They do not have the witch. But they have something else and it is only a matter of time before she turns up again. She must. The thought alone makes him chuckle as he gazes down at his hand at something wrapped in cloth. Then he hears the ritualistic chanting complete and arcane runes form around him and his posse. He cannot help but scoff at the sight.\n\nNavien \"I know you're not returning, you idiot... Pity... A damn pity.\" He growls underneath his breath, slowly savoring the title on his tongue. The Vo family... Blood for Blood.\n\nAnd thus... They are gone." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "It took everything Tarin could muster in that moment to not kill Sylvar outright. He could hear the voices in his mind, feeling the energy of his corded muscles that desired to unleash their strength- his own body fought back against his emotions and his mind, the body of his so well trained and finely tuned that it acts out of sheer instinct when he cannot... It's so hard to resist. He knelt over his enemy, his cursed blade hovering barely an inch from the elf's neck- his entire body was trembling, his eyes wide and hateful but his teeth were gritted- it is so hard.\n\n\"*I should kill you... I should kill you... I should kill you...\" The words trembled as they escaped him, he knew in his heart and mind that he should execute this damned man- this monster that valued his wealth over the lives of those around him. Despicable. With a small sigh of regret the cursed man rose from the ground, sheathing his dagger and wiping away the blood around his mouth.\n\n\"Esme first, he's not going anywhere.\"\n\nHe turned, walking towards the tent that Sylvar had came from earlier and where Esme was located. He felt his wounds throbbing with every step but he didn't allow that to deter him, he's had worse, and once he was within the tent he saw her laying on her side. Praying he made it in time the cursed man knelt beside her, oddly enough he felt tears beginning to brim in his eyes, he hopes to whomever it may concern that she is ok.\n\nWith an odd gentleness to his movements the cursed man reached a hand out, wrapping his fingers around the collar and with a squeeze the device broke in his grasp. He tossed aside what he'd broken before he pulled Esme closer, brushing her hair from her face and carefully pulling back her hood and-\n\n\"Blood.\" Dried red blood, barely visible from afar, at the corner of her mouth. Someone had struck her, someone had hurt her. It was in that moment where Tarin truly felt hollow, felt his very soul coil and twist with a carnal rage he'd only experienced a few times in his long life. Rage that boiled in his heart at seeing someone as kind as Esme has been stated to be harmed by a monster like that damned man lying outside.\n\nTarin sat back, allowing one of his knees to touch the ground but the other leg to stand firm. He drew the dagger from his hip and without a sound made from his efforts his arm moved with speed- the blade known as the Broken Spear of Heaven* Imbedded itself hilt deep within the skull of Sylvar.\n\n\"*Hey, are you alright?\" His voice was calm, gentle even, as he carefully pat Esme on the cheek." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As Sylvar lay there barely breathing. There would not be a moment to spare in the eyes of Sweet Tooth. The moment it hears the fighting stop and rapid movements can no longer be felt. It tries to collect itself, getting a steady head on its shoulders. It's wings released, it quickly flies alongside Tarin as it practically hovers near his shoulders. This is what it had been waiting for. To desperately reconnect with it's mother figure. So things can return to normal, to how they once were.\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth)* \"Esme! Esme! Esme!\" It cries out as it now rushes forwards.\n\nBut the moment it passes the drapes of the tent, something goes wrong. It's once powerful voice weakened and the wisp begins to rapidly lose color as Tarin kneels besides the witch. It's head slowly falling and before long, it's spear diving forward before falling into Tarin's lap all together.\n\nSomething is wrong... Very wrong.\n\nAs Tarin grabs hold of the woman, turning her so that she may face him. Her eyes remain closed, her breathing soft. Freckles perfectly placed and skin that should be untouched. As the hood falls, her cherry blossom hair sprawls across the floor as her body lays limp. In a deep slumber, she does not respond. Her eyebrow twitches, her fingertips slightly move. Then... A loud snap.\n\nShackles undone, the crystal produces a shrill scream. It echoes through the tent and makes its way outside. This magic... Or anti magic more like it, it's vile... Evil and twisted. Yet the witch is free now and even the wisp begins to stir from its short-lived sleep. It mumbles and groans as it pushes itself up. Feeling ill, it grabs at its stomach and gives a pitiful look over towards Tarin.\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth) \"Owie...\"\n\nYet it's own attention does not linger on itself as the witch begins to stir. Her chest slowly rising and falling, her brow furrowed. Clearly she is still weakened and Tarin's voice is like a distant hum to be heard in the far winds. Dazed and weighted, the woman's eyes begin to open. Revealing a deep amber color that is slowly getting its vibrancy back as she stares at the ceiling above. Gasping out of her mouth even as she tries to come to terms on where she is...\n\nShe is... Captured.\n\nSuddenly her gaze widens and without a second thought. The beauty who seems so soft, so serene turns feral in an instant. Her head whipped in the direction of Tarin. It's obvious she tries to catch magic initially. But upon realizing she cannot grab hold of the weave given her current state. She opts to close her casting palm and sends forward the meanest right hook any man has ever seen. Squared straight away at the jaw as she is taken by immediate rage.\n\nConfusion is one hell of an ailment... Completely unaware that one of her main captors is dead. And the man she attacks now, should be hailed a hero. But it is not the kiss of the maiden he shall receive." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "\"*Sorry about that pal, should have remembered that collar isn't fun for you.\" \n\nThe cursed man remarked as he looked over at poor little Sweet Tooth as the wisp collects himself, Tarin can't help but feel sad that such a thing can happen in this world- he knows that's it's like to be devoid of magic but he cannot even begin to understand what those who are so closely connected to magic must feel whenever they are disconnected from it.\n\n\"But hey, good news, we won. Now let's wait for Esme to wake up so we can explain this mess than we c-\" \n\n \n\n\"Did... Did something hit my jaw? Did someone punch me? What in the nine hells just happened...\"\n\nA concussion can arise from the brain moving either rapidly back and forth or banging against the side of the skull. This sudden movement can stretch and damage brain tissue and trigger a chain of harmful changes within the brain that interfere with normal brain activities- and such a thing just happened to Tarin. A punch that he wasn't expecting nor ready for was all it took. Those who are not as versed in the art of physical combat as he wouldn't know the difference between punches- they'd say that a punch is simply a punch no matter what but Tarin knows very differently. A punch you're expecting can and will hurt, that much is to be sure, but a punch you're not expecting could drop even the strongest.\n\nHis head wiped to the side and his vision was blurry, ears ringing and his tongue felt oddly large in his mouth- then the pain rushed in. His head swam, his senses returned but it felt like he'd just gone on a week long bender.\n\n\"SON OF A- MOTHER- DAMNIT.\"\n\nTarin fell back, Esme no longer in his arms, and with a thud he landed flat on the ground behind him." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Now starting to get some energy back and her vision becoming clear. Esme rapidly shakes her hand as she reels back in pain. Her hand now throbbing, adrenaline begins to course through her body. Her heart rate quickening, her senses working overtime. The girl begins to look around and seeing nothing within reach. This causes her to panic grab at her thigh where he dagger should be but the bandits had disarmed her. So with what little energy she has, she conjures up a small crystal dagger instead.\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth)* \"NOOO! TARIN NO EAT! TARIN FRIEND!\"\n\nThe witch is suddenly halted in her tracks as Sweet Tooth rushes to Tarin's defense. Confusion settles in again and where she once had a crazed look. The realization of what she had done is starting to kick in. If Sweet Tooth is here safe and sound then that means...\n\nEsme \"Oh by the gods...\" Esme stammers as the dagger fades away into a few radiant butterflies.\n\"I a-am so sorry...\"\n\nAs the woman grits her teeth, Sweet Tooth isn't sure if it should hug Esme or rush towards Tarin. The girl's palms flicker faint light but she doesn't seem to be able to keep it for long. Which is why the wisp flies up, placing it's tiny palms on hers to help give Esme a little push to cast a small bit of healing. But Esme is the reason he is in pain and due to thinking about it, she is promptly reminded of her own. Causing her to grab her own trembling hand once more as it spikes up her arm.\n\nEsme \"I thought you were a bandit!\"\n\nSweet Toof (Tooth) \"No bandoot! No eat! Friend! All good! Good friend!\"\n\nGuilt has taken over the woman now and she seems unable to look in Tarin's direction. It's clear she isn't even sure what has happened. One moment she was in a deep slumber, the next she is awoken by a mystery man with Sweet Tooth. Is that the smell of blood? It causes her to look around but thanks to the graces of the tent. Esme cannot see the horrors that lay just outside in the camp. So instead, she begins to wipe off her own dries blood that lays at the corner of her mouth.\n\nAt least she's a fighter even without magic... She must have put up quite the fight when the bandits first took her..." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "\"*Thanks pal.\" Tarin remarked as Sweet Tooth spoke up for him while he tested the pain in his jaw with some mild pressure from his fingers. Once it was obvious that his jaw wasn't broken and no teeth missing, just a concussion, he promptly sat up with a groan.\n\n\"Nothing to be sorry about, it was smart of you, could have been anyone trying to wake you up and given what's happened I don't blame you. Hell of a punch too.\"\n\nSome mild sarcastic humor filled the man's voice as he began to reach into the holster strung across his back- seems he's looking for something.\n\n\"Save your strength. Here, drink up, should make you feel better.\"\n\nPulling a large potion with some red liquid held within it Tarin held it out towards Esme. Given her knowledge of potions and magic Esme can likely tell this potion is one of healing- made by someone with a vast knowledge indeed, because the potion seems to be one of the best you could ask for.\n\n\"My names Tarin, Tarin Vo. Your little clerk friend in town was worried about you so he posted a mission to save ya... Happened to meet Sweet Tooth along the way and he helped me find you. Don't worry... You're safe now, whenever you feel up for it we can head back into town.*\"\n\nThe man who spoke to Esme seemed genuine enough, having befriended Sweet Tooth probably says something about him, and his willingness to accept the punch and understand why it was thrown and then offer a potion to heal and some words to ease the panic the witch might be feeling- he seems good enough. Save the wounds littering his body and the blood that appears to be both his own and several others." } ]	552.5	3,161
280.666667	2023-12-16	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Javier Roselin", "message": "He had no idea what was going on. One minute, he was sunbathing on a huge rock in the Lamd Beyond. Now he had a bag over his head and his hands were tied behind has back. How did this happen? Javier struggled against his restraints, something poking and stabbing st his side. He could also hear a few voices around him, maybe one or two. There were so many different smells. New smells that he had never even dreamt of smelling. Food, animals, nature, and a whole bunch of different things. Was he even home anymore? The creatures tail swayed with an uneasy manner, the bug cat eager to get off of what ever his kidnappers placed him in. He was sitting down, and seemed to be moving by himself. How was this possible? Little to Javiers knowledge, they were riding Inna carriage through town. \n\nSuddenly, it stopped. What now? The panther could feel two rough hands wrap around his biceps making him hiss. How dare they! The two other entities lifted him out of the carriage and onto the street, the make nit having a clue on were they were going. His bare feet hit the concrete city streets immediately, sending a shive down his spine. This was cold. Something he wasn't used to. He needed to get out. This bag needed to go. So, Javier started to throw his head around manticlly, throwing his body around like some sort of man man. It clearly caught the two people handling him off guard, their hands detarching from his skin for only a split second. That was enough time. Javier ripped the lazily tied rope that was around his wrists, tearing the cloth bag off his head before being captured again. \n\nThe two humans holding him tried to out it back on, but they had to avoid Javiers razor sharp teeth. Not worth it. They tried to drag him forward and farther down the street, but they fails miserably. The cat was about 6'5, and his weight must be a LOT. Seeing how weak his assalents were, Javier threw them off and made his grand escape. But to where?" }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "\"*You- YOU- infernal crockery!!\" A small man dressed in red robes shouted as he used simple magic to catch the falling tea cups. With a swift flick of his hand the cups gently set down on the counter infront of the clerk.\n\n\"I'll take these old boy, pardon my clumsiness.\" The old wizard spoke to the clerk of a fine-china shop with a jolly grin and a twinkle of joy to his mysterious eyes.\n\n\"Whatever you say old m-\"\n\nThud\n\n\"I assume this will do for the set and the trouble?\"\n\nMerlin knew he'd won over the clerk with money, having set down a decently large coin bag before he scooped up his tea set and put them into his bag of holding with a smile.\n\n\"A pleasure, be seeing you.\"\n\n\"Why yes Sir! Thank you! Do come again!\" The clerk replied with a wave as Merlin left.\n\nLittle does the clerk know, and likely no one else without his sight, that this tea set has the remnants of powerful magics within it. Likely some vessel used to drink a potion or brew from, not an uncommon medium but still somewhat a rarity to Merlin. Normally such mediums are ladles, random cups or small bowls, but a fine-China set was a new one.\n\n\"Perhaps now is the time to head home... I'm sure the Academy is in need of my wisdom.\" Chuckling happily to himself Merlin was about to cast a simple teleportation spell when he heard- Hissing?* Out of sheer curiosity he decided to check it out, waddling as fast as his little legs would take him he eventually turned the corner of the street and saw Javier throw off his captors with strength-\n\n\"*YOU THERE!\" The little wizard called out to the panther-man as he ran closer, deciding it best to use his magic to move faster, and after a few steps the gnome in red was floating through the air as if standing on some invisible item that allowed him to fly. \"May we speak? Are you quite alright?\"" }, { "author": "pitty_bull", "message": "I'll reply in a bit! }" }, { "author": "Javier Roselin", "message": "Javier almost ran smack into Merlin, the cats claws raking against the concrete making a few pebbles fly in different directions. Who was this? Seeing the smaller man's weird attire and tea set threw the panther off, his chest puffing in and out as he tried to calm his nerves. This guy didnt look to threatening, he even asked if Javier was ok. Before answering the other man, the cat-hybrid turned around to see were his kidnappers had gone. Looks like they fled... Why not conversate with this... Thing.\n\n\" I'm... Fine. All though... I don't know where I am. I'm very, very far from home. You seem nice enough. Where am I exactly? \"\n\nJavier asked as he stuck his tongue out of his mouth and started to pant. He placed his hands on his hips and swayed his tail, the panthers lungs starting to go at a slower pace. He hadn't need to fight in a very, very long time. It took a lot out of the were cat. Sweat dripoes down the sides of his face which he wiped away with a swift motion, trying to keep himself together as he spoke to Merlin. Different smells still invaded his noses privacy, some making him snarl, some making his ears perk up with pleasure.\n\n\" It smells... Weird here. Very different from my home. I don't know why they've taken me here. \"" }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "\"Glad to hear it young man.\" The little wizard replied as he stuffed his tea-set into his bag of holding. \"I'm glad you think so, my name is Merlin Mora, pleased to meet you. Far as where you this is The Capitol Realm, also known as Central Aeterna and the Human Heartland. Centermost realm of the Eternal Empire.\"\n\nMerlin studied the new figure, never having seen such a creature and being before- it made his scholarly side go crazy. But, that's for later, for now he should help this poor soul figure out how to return home.\n\n\"Yes I'd imagine it's a far cry from wherever you are from my friend. As for why... Well, that's a much more nefarious and dark truth about this place. However, I will see you returned home safe and sound my boy.\"\n\nThe gnome wizard spoke with a jolly smile and a kind tone, given his appearance you'd think him to be just some nice old man- but, he smelled ancient beyond compare. Something from a prehistoric time in history. And his Eyes, bright violet eyes that seemed to swirl like the very stars above." }, { "author": "Javier Roselin", "message": "\"Thank you... Sir. My mother told me stories about this place. She told me that if we could ever escape the Land Beyond, she would hope that I could have a life here. I hope she can see me now. \"\n\nThe panther said as he turned around and started wandering around. He took in everything he could, hoping his mother could see her hopes and dreams through his eyes. It was sort of... Wonderful now. He wasn't that scared anymore. The panthers fur spiked up with excitement, his ears and tail twitching. A part of him didn't want to go home. And the other... The other was silent. He really, really didn't want to go home. He wouldn't really miss the barren deserts and the grueling monsters that attacked him every night. Snapping out if his daydream, Javier turned back around to Merlin and scratched the back of his neck.\n\n\" Oh? Returning home. Yeah... I would love that... \"\n\nThat's when Merlins scent hit him. Woah! The cat snarled a bit and shook his head, the panther blinking rapidly as he huffed the smell out of his nose.*\n\n\" Holy... \"" } ]	271	1,684
179.666667	2023-12-18	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "pitty_bull", "message": "I'll get to you today! }\n\nAlso sorry if I don't write as long 💀 }" }, { "author": "Javier Roselin", "message": "Javier was shocked and confused at the same time. The change in smells, the horses, the spells. Spells existed? And... He couldn't lie. That did smell really nice. The horses had to spook him the most. He's never seen such an animal before. He ran away from the smokey mammals, climbing into a tree in the middle of the town. Was it even safe to stay here? Once Javier released all of this tomfoolery was from Merlin, he furrowed his eyebrows and hopped off the plant in hopes no one saw how cowardly he was acting. The panther brushed off leaves and twigs from his dirt ridden pants, walking back over to the wizard to sniff him again. The smell was... Nicer. Happy with this result, the cat-hybrid took one more look around before speaking.\n\n\" I... Actually don't know what to do now. I would like to go home, but this place feels... Better. Is there... Food here? Water too? I'm really hungry. Then maybe I can decide if I want to go home if that's alright with you? \"\n\nThe panther asked with hungry eyes. He would pull our the puppy eyes if he had too. Javier had traveled quite far, and they didn't feed him. How rude. His stomach rumbled with an eagerness that couldn't be ignored. Even if the wizard was already convinced, Javier sent ahead and poutted and folded his ears down for better effect." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "Merlin found himself somewhat dumbfounded when Javier clambered up a tree to avoid the horses made or smoke, his mouth hanging open for just a quick second until he kinda just accepted it and went back to smoking his pipe.\n\n\"*Quite alright my new friend, I know the feeling. And yes! Plenty of both. We'll get you a hot meal and a drink and then once you're full we can talk more aye?\" Merlin turned around and waved a nonchalant hand for Javier to follow him, only taking a few small steps before stopping and turning to face his feline-esque friend.\n\n\"Pardon dear boy, would you prefer if you ate with just the two of us or would you like to see one of the public places? I warn you, it will be a bombardment on your senses but you'll be safe with me either way.*\"\n\nThe little wizard flicked a thumb across his nose while grinning- sparkles of purple and gold energy shimmered to life from the flick." } ]	211	539
242.333333	2023-12-11	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Narcissus the Disgraced", "message": "\"I can!\"\n\nIn the midst of the crowd was one man who stood apart. Almost a mirror of this \"Bruno\", he was tall, handsome, blonde and strongly muscular. Indeed it's as if they were nearly brothers, for the man in the crowd had the others in awe and shock with his presence and appearance.\n\nHis stride was confident, the crowd moving away from him like waves. They provided a way for him to approach this man on the stage, and as he walked up, a huge grin was plastered onto his face.\n\n\"I am Narcissus, the greatest swordsman to have ever lived. And you, my friend, are in my territory.\"\n\nHis voice had both venom and mockery in it, almost like he was jealous yet confident of the result. He stood there not only as a challenger , but also a rival. In his head, victory was assured.\n\n\"But I shall play your game. Though it is both in our best interests if you were to concede. You don't want your pretty face cut up, and I don't want to waste much of my time. So I suggest you do the right thing.\"\n\nThe man oozed with charisma and arrogance, but the way he stood, with his chest puffed, his chin raised and his eyes looking down upon him— perhaps his pride is not unwarranted." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"My lord!\" Bruno said, Boeing low as Narcissus came closer. \"A face as pretty as mine being hurt would be a blessing to people like you.\" He said, winking at the audience and making a chorus of laughter ring out. \n\n\"A twenty gold wager is required, and then you'll have a minute to cut my skin. Observe!\" Bruno said, flourishing his hands across his body. \"I bear naught a scar! I've never been cut, never tasted the sting of steel!\" Noctis' melodic voice carried across the crowd, subtly aided by flows of wind and fire. His slender fingers gestured to a lock box for the gold to be placed inside. \n\nWhile Narcissus came up, Noctis made a mental note that he must be careful. This man was... Full of pride, yes, but it wasn't just foolhardy. The confident stride, the practiced placement of his hand upon the blade- the absolute belief in himself sparking within the eye. Yes this man knew how to use a sword and he could genuinely pose a real threat... If Noctis took him lightly. \n\n\"A golden goose is still a goose, my friend.\" Speaking low enough now for only the swordsman to come, a mischievous grin on his face. This man felt like a reflection of himself, even without his disguise he'd see so much of what he could be within the man. It almost made Noctis feel vindictive." }, { "author": "Narcissus the Disgraced", "message": "\"Ah, so your mettle has yet to be tested in true combat? Very well. This shall be the most trivial of tasks.\"\n\nNarcissus declared proudly, turning to the crowd in support. He arrogantly displayed his overwhelming pride, believing that this would be the easiest task ever assigned to him.\n\n\"Give you gold? Why, I think I should appropriately skip the ceremonies and hand this over to the nearest cleric, no? It'll be where you'll spend these coins anyway.\"\n\nHe spoke as he handed over the appropriate amount that Bruno demanded, returning to his station. The golden clad adventurer placed his hand on his blade, ready to draw it at any second.\n\n\"Let this be a lesson for everyone who is watching.\"\n\nHe declared." } ]	272	727
234.6875	2024-01-01	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "The day had been a long one, hours of training and practice under the non existent but ever watchful eyes of Aranea and Atlas had left him ready to relax. The problem was that both of them wanted him to learn their magic at the same time. Araneas Re/Armament and Reinforcement were incredibly versatile magics, but then so was Atlas total mastery of Ferrokenesis and Magnetic Field Manipulation. When Atlas had explained what the magic could actually do- well it had quite certainly blown his mind. Yet he hadn't managed to even once tap into the power or Araneas reinforcement- he'd only been able to use Re/Armament. \n\nTruthfully he'd traveled all the way out here to the Severan Tavern because he'd heard they had incredible cake, soft and fluffy with a sweet icing. The young archduke had been daydreaming about it all day. So when he'd asked the pretty barmaid for it, she'd excitedly told him there was only one left. As she bent down to grab it, Cullen glanced over at the man sitting beside him. He was a massive man, built like a gorilla really but he had kind enough eyes. That was when the bar keep and the bar maid, who both had their hands on the plate, said \"Just this last one.\"\n\nThe barmaid and barkeep sheepishly looked at each other then at the customers. \n\nSlowly, Cullen fingered his earring and spoke clearly but softly. \n\n\"Sorry friend, but I've been waiting all day for this cake. They say they have the most moist cake in the Capitol Realm. I can't let you have it.\" \n\nThe nearby bards overhead this and saw the aura of menace around the young Cullen and they quickly changed their tune. Was a fight brewing on the horizon for a delectable piece of cake? \n\nAs the tensions brewed, this was what the bards began to play:" }, { "author": "Taka Hanuman", "message": "Taka's expression changed within an instant.\n\nHis smile, his very pride faded away instantly. His eyes widened at the news and his smile fell to flat closed lips- it was almost as if the aura the large man seemed to exude completely changed from one of passion and light into complete dismay. This was horrible, truly a travesty of the highest degrees, a dark time in the life of Taka Hanamura- One slice of cake left.\n\n\"*On the contrary... I am the one who I sorry.\"\n\nThe massive man suddenly brought both hands to his face as he sniffled, wiping away the tears in his eyes that did Not* Seem to stop at all. \n\n\"*I traveled all the way from Yronis and so happened to stop here, this cake is a reward for my achievements and I cannot allow you to have it instead of me.\"\n\nHe looked over to Cullen, tears on his face, and then-\n\nClap.\n\nCullen suddenly shifted places with Taka, looking off towards the opposite side of the tavern where neither Taka nor the cake is visible... All while the big guy is currently reaching both hands towards the barkeep so he can take the cake." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Huh?\" He said, blinking as suddenly he was gazing out at the wall. Wasn't he just looking at the large gorilla man? That was odd... But certainly... He looked around wildly and saw the man reaching for the cake. No! The soft, moist fluffy cake that seemed to be singing his name like the siren songs of the Riable Isles! His foot came out and hooked on Takas stool, pulling it roughly so that it would fly out from under him and cause the massive man to slam downwards and possibly hit his chin on the countertop. \n\nCullen was on his feet in and instant, lunging for the cake even as his foot slipped on some mead on the floor, which caused him to miss the plate by an inch and instead he grazed it, sending it sliding further and further away from them down the bar as the onlookers and patrons of the tavern watched with growing amusement. \n\n\"The only mouth that'll taste that last divine bite will be mine!\" Cullen declared, scrambling and running over Taka to try and reach the cake." }, { "author": "Taka Hanuman", "message": "\"I am sorry my f-\" Taka was prepared to imbibe in the cake he rightfully deserved when his stool was no longer supporting him- he'd dealt with worse situations of reflexes so normally he'd have managed to be fine but his true senses and skills have been dulled by the siren song of the majestic cake he so desires. Thus, he cracks his jaw on the bar top counter and falls onto the floor.\n\n\"I MUST KINDLY DISAGREE!!!\" \n\nClap.\n\nOnce again Cullen and Taka swap places, this time putting Take ahead of Cullen and Cullen behind- whatever the hell this ability is it seems disorienting. \n\nNow that he is past Cullen he dove onto the bar countertop and slides across it, with a harsh downward kick his heel smashed into the wood beam at the center of the counter- the wood staying together which caused the beam at the end opposite him to shoot upwards and launch the cake into the air." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "His head spun as he blinked and was suddenly on the floor, gazing at the wood beams as Takas massive body ran across his back. \"OOF\"* He grunted as the wind rocketed from his body, and then his head whipped up as he realized he was no longer closest to the cake. Scrambling to his feet, he got up just in time to see the cake go flying through the air. Twice now he'd appeared... Where the stranger was?\n\n\"THERES NOTHING KIND ABOUT STEALING A MANS CAKE!\" He countered and launched himself up towards the cake, hopping up onto a stool to do so. As he reached for the plate, his brain spun as Aranea quickly ran calculations. \n\n\"The man has a magic technique, Cullen. You won't get the cake if you're not smart- you have to think! Spin your body around now.\" She commanded. Just as Cullen would have had his hands in place to grab the cake and therefor in the perfect position for Taka to grab the plate, he instead spun his body around so he was facing the wrong way, with his hands down across his stomach ready to launch himself up from the bar when they switched." }, { "author": "Taka Hanuman", "message": "\"I AGREE, BECAUSE I WAS HERE FIRST!!\" The gorilla of a man replied as he quickly spun on the counter top and charged towards the cake and Cullen.\n\nTaka saw the young man position his hands in the perfect position, he was tempted to clap, but he knew that his technique would only have its surprise factor for a short period of time... Time to bring out the big guns then.\n\nClap.\n\nNo swap.\n\nA cup coated with magical energy sailed past Cullens head while Take smirked and locked eyes with the man he's fighting over heavenly cake.\n\nClap.\n\nThe cup appeared where Taka had been, dropping to the floor with a clatter- that must mean he's right behind Cullen- About to grab the cake.* Arms stretched out while in mid air, fingers about to graze the plate." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "As Taka vanished and a cup crashed into the floor in his place- The same one that had sailed past his head, his eyes widened. Defeat was imminent, but it was not over yet. Years and years of street performing, parkouring to run from guards in the inner city and even kitchen work had given him beyond exceptional hand eye coordination. Tumbling through the air, he rotated and pulled his skinning knife from his hand, throwing it through the air. It masterfully flew past Takas head and crashed into the cake, piercing it and pinning it to the roof so that Taka would grab just an empty plate with the cake above him on the ceiling. \n\nThen Cullen landed and rolled to his feet, sprinting forward as the cake slid off the knife and fell. It was a less pretty piece of cake and was missing some of the frosting and fluffy cake, but 90% of a cake was more than zero. He leapt with his hands up to snatch it. It would be His!" }, { "author": "Taka Hanuman", "message": "\"He's good-\" \n\nThe monk watched as Cullen's exceptional hand-eye coordination was put on full display, a grin of approval came over his face even as he grabbed the empty plate. The cake latched onto the ceiling for just a moment, that gives them both time to act, and Taka knew that this would be final charge for the cake- he has to make it count. He dropped to the ground below, imbuing his magical energy into the plate before he threw it like a discus- the plate barely skimming past Cullen and then- \n\nClap.\n\nThe frame of Taka reappeared right beside Cullen, locked in a dead sprint beside the Archduke.\n\n\"*MINE!!\"\n\nWith a powerful boost from his legs Taka dove at the cake, mouth wide open and fully ready to eat the remainder of the cake in one single bite." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen also dived, his mouth widening as much as it would allow as the two sailed through the air. Taka was close, so close, who would make it- WHO?! Suddenly their faces crashed into each other, lip for lip, tooth for tooth, nose crunching against nose, pain flaring into existence. \n\nAs Cullen slammed backwards from the force, the cake splattered on the ground right where someone had thrown up. The cake was ruined and worse, WORSE... \n\n\"I'm sorry...\" Cullen said as tears dripped from his face as he staggered to his feet, raising his hands in a boxing position. \"You must be destroyed. You've ruined my cake... And taken my first non drunk kiss that I was saving...\" In that moment of deep sorrow and rage he reached soul resonance with Atlas. \n\nSuddenly Taka would find that Cullens magic level skyrocketed- a real and worthy challenge. The fight had truly begun." }, { "author": "Taka Hanuman", "message": "So close, he's almost there, he's so very close to the ca- the...The cake...Lip on lip, tooth for tooth, pain shooting across his face as both Taka and Cullen aggressively locked lips for a brief moment before slamming backwards from eachother. The monk instinctively popped to his feet as if he's just been floored by a punch, his eyes locked in the cake he'd so desperately wanted... Destroyed... Soiled...Gone.\n\n\"Is this... What heartbreak feels like?\"\n\nTears rolled down his cheeks as he tiled his head back, truly a devastating ordeal within the gentle giants life- he'll never emotionally recover from this.\n\nBut, the moment Cullens magical energy skyrocketed the delusional monk snapped back to reality- his tears suddenly gone and his expression of grief replaced with a firm seriousness it was as if he planned to kill Cullen in that moment. His feet slid into a wide stance and he held his hands up, prepared to fight over this dishonor against him, but instead of swinging or attacking the monk grinned...\n\n\"Hey...\"\n\nTaka felt a connection brewing within his very soul, if Cullen answers his question properly then that feeling will be cemented forever.\n\n\"What kind of girl is your type?\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Huh? What kind of a question is that?\" Cullen asked, his deadly demeanor dropping for a moment as a very important question was asked. He knew Atlas' type, Araneas too, but his own... Well he'd always had a very peculiar type... Perhaps that was why he had never found the right girl. \n\n\"If I had to say...\" He said, tapping his chin thoughtfully, \"I'd say a beautiful fox girl with a mischievous smile. Like those Kitsune shrine maidens you hear about.\" He said, readying his fists once again. The young man wasn't sure what the question was about, but he couldn't not answer something so important. \n\nSoul Resonance, when his soul and one of the souls he housed reached synchronicity and he could tap directly into their mana through them, access their memories and their thoughts- two became one but always Cullen dominated. That was his special gift. He'd been born weak, no physical prowess or magic- but his soul was an immovable Titan. Now he was ready to fight this man for his honor- but... What was that look on his face?" }, { "author": "Taka Hanuman", "message": "\"Do not worry, I'm just testing you.\" Taka said with a stoic expression, waiting expectedly for his opponent to answer the question that would make or break this entire ordeal. He hoped and prayed that Cullen would make the right choice, would say the right thing, maybe now he could finally have a...\n\nGasp.\n\n\nSniff.\n\n\"A... B...Brother...\"\n\nHe saw it all within that instant. Cullen and him walking side by side to training practice, Cullen reassuring him after he admitted his feelings to the girl he's been chasing since he first saw her. The two sharing a meal together, living life side by side for years on end.\n\nThe magical energy surging within Taka erupted with greater force than earlier, his potential increasing to a higher degree as he shouted for the whole tavern to hear.\n\n LIKE WERE BEST FRIENDS.\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen had not been trained to see or sense magical energy, so he had no idea of the surge within Taka. However, Atlas and Aranea both could. They sensed the shift in power and Atlas responded with excitement and aggression- Aranea with alarm and wariness. Cullen was resonances with Atlas- and so he grinned with eagerness. \n\n\"Then show me how a best friend fights!\" He declared as his ears subtly shifted to be more pointed, his golden eyes gaining a more reddish hue. Just as he was about to shift to fight the man- he hesitated. Atlas roared to push on and throw the first punch, but there was ordinary people in the tavern and it was a confined space. Someone might get hurt. \n\nSo instead... He charged forward and made to look like he was gonna punch, but instead shifted his weight to fly into a tackle to try and tackle Taka through the window so they'd both end up outside. If he missed or Taka clapped, he'd go flying out the window either way to move the fight there." }, { "author": "Taka Hanuman", "message": "The Gorilla of Yronis smirked as he saw Cullen grin with eagerness, this man across from him truly is his brother. \n\n\"HAPPILY.\"\n\nTaka replied with a loud roar, widening his stance and holding both hands to the side as he prepared for whatever came next. Truthfully he'd planned to throw Cullen outside or just rush out there himself, either or would have worked, but once he saw Cullen charge at him a loud laugh escaped him instead.\n\n\"I LIKE YOUR STYLE BROTHER!!!*\"\n\nThe monk accepted the tackle, allowing Cullen to spear him through the window- but, once they are outside of the window- \n\nClap.\n\nOddly enough, their positions didn't swap, but Cullen felt no contact with a persons body. Instead the plate from earlier fell down to the ground and out from the very same window a voice drew closer and closer- \n\n\"GET READY-\"\n\nDiving back out of the window the pair had Just* Fell out of Taka held up both feet- fully prepared to dropkick Cullen." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Rolling to his feet, he'd managed to right himself and turn- but he was too late do much else. The switch was disorienting, it could switch him or switch the man with an object, which meant he never knew what was going to come next. He raised the plate like an idea as if it were a sheild and the man's feet broke through it and Crashed Into his jaw, sending him flying backwards. He hit the ground and rolled, rolled and rolled until he slammed into a wall of a building. Staggering back to his feet, he wiped at his chin where there was some blood. He was Strong. \n\nStill, even as Taka looking at him, the white haired man's wounds began to close. The bruises faded, the cuts from the glass vanished. Grinning, he darted forward again like a wild animal, practically scampering on all fours as he ran so low. He ducked left then spun back on his foot and brought his right leg around to throwing a spin heel kick towards Takas jaw from below. \n\nThe boys speed and power was nothing like it had been before, it was as if he'd become possessed by some dark entity. The truth of it was in some small order, he had." }, { "author": "Taka Hanuman", "message": "The monk felt the blow connect, the plate shatter and his feet hit the ground as Cullen rolled away. He didn't delay, taking on a firm stance as he prepared for a counter attack, his expectations growing by the moment.\n\n\"*This is getting FUN.\"\n\nEven as he saw the damage seal and heal he did not waver, preparing to clap once more as Cullen approached him but-\n\n\"Fast-\" Cullen was faster than he'd anticipated, he wouldn't be able to make the swap in time so he poured his magical energy into his jaw to damped the blow. Cullens heel cracked across his face, sending him off his feet and into a spiral in the air.\n\n\"Perfect... This is...\"\n\nHe spun mid air, his feet landing flatly against the side of the tavern they'd been in moments prior. \n\n\"PERFECT.*\"\n\nDespite the purple bruise now growing across his jaw it seemed that Taka was now slowly. He launched himself off the tavern back at Cullen, his right fist clenched and prepared to deliver one hell of a flying haymaker should it connect." } ]	227	3,755
243.333333	2024-01-16	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Suddenly Cullen was falling on his ass in safety, and he watched in amazement as Taka avoided the blow and delivered a perfect counter attack. He was Incredible. Watching him fight with such grace, such style- Cullen decided right there in that moment that this had to be one of the coolest men in all of the Nine Realms. \n\n\"BROTHER!\" Takas voice sounded in his head and it was as if a live wire had been connected between the two of them. Suddenly Cullen felt as if he truly Was The brother of Taka, like he'd known him forever. Cullen had only ever been in street fights and knew how to brawl, but really only Street brawling. Still, that had to be enough, with strength he had now... As he appeared he was already punching and drove his superpowered fist into the beasts exposed stomach- aiming for the kidney. He struck hard and sent it backwards a few feet, following after it with a flying kick towards its neck. He glanced towards Taka as if he expected to be switched with, but continued to drive the kick home into the creatures neck. Confuse it, never let it know where the next attack was coming from." }, { "author": "Taka Hanuman", "message": "The Gorilla of Yronis watched with a wide smile as his brother swapped places with him and delivered a mighty blow, a shockwave blasting outwards from the first blow. The monster unleashed a loud roar thanks to the kidney punch but the monk did not allow the fight to slow- he felt his body surging with power, inspiration and adrenaline filling his body higher and higher as he realized that this was the first time he and his brother have gotten to fight side by side...\n\nIt's time to fight with style.\n\n\"*BROTHER!!\" Taka bellowed once again right as Cullen glanced his way. The monk grabbed a piece of rubble off the ground, just a small rock, and as he threw the rock like a curveball he swapped with the rock mid-flight.\n\nDelivering a kick alongside Cullen both of their feet slammed into the monsters neck, blood coughed from its wide maw as the beast was pushed back from the blow. This allowed ample time for Cullen and Taka to plan, prep and converse a battle plan while the beast staggered.\n\nThe burly monk stood in a battle stance next to his brother, his gaze locked on the beast before them.\n\n\"Brother... You are strong. And those of us who are strong... We-\"\n\nare the exception.\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "As Cullen brought his fists up, his golden eyes scanned the bloody creature and analyzed its structure. With a shrug of his shoulders, he let out a breath that came out scalding hot- the demon physiology that Atlas gave him was causing his body temperature to skyrocket as it worked at superhuman levels. The words of Taka rang in his head and he nodded once, gravely, clenching his fists tightly. \n\n\"Right!\" He said, and then he dashed... Left?* As he ran, he scooped up a handful of rubble and threw it with immense speed towards the monster- the monster would think that they could all be targets for the switch. \n\nThen he pivoted and launched towards the beast, coming in low and rising up to deliver a fierce uppercut, the ground cracking from him launching himself up only slightly. He'd thrown in projectiles and used himself to give Takas magical ability even more room to work. \n\nIt was time to see his brothers magic shine." } ]	254	730
492.428571	2023-11-25	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "The Capitol Realm. Far far away from the Sea. That was normal at this point. Sylvar traveled all over Aeterna, slowly rebuilding what he had lost. The main thing was work, acting as a spy, mercenary, or actor. Acting came most naturally but a spy and mercenary paid more. Here, in Tyrex City, he was preparing himself for an available job. He would need to visit the individual to find out the extra details. \n\nFor a long while now, he's taken the appearance of what seemed like a Velarian Elf. Long white hair, blue eyes, pale skin. It took minor focus and a clear mind, and it fooled many. As long as he was in the eyes of the public, the disguise would remain. At this moment, he happened to be strolling down a back alley, shrouded by a layer of darkness, away from the crowds within the city. His cat was nearby, ahead of him, lurking in the shadows as she loved to do. She didn't roam far, an ever loyal companion of his. \n\nSylvar walked at a normal pace down the alley, simply traveling through it to avoid the crowds. Most people didn't go wandering into dark alleys, specifically in large cities. Of course, the Drow thought he was being cautious but... As it turns out, not really. The cat was aware of what was to happen, but he was not. One moment, he had been walking then there was the sudden rush of air, sound of footprints, then a strong grip around his neck and wrists. It all happened in an instant. His first instinct was panic as the stranger swept his feet from under him, hitting the cobblestone.\n\n— \nThe only sound Sylvar made was a faint grunt, with no struggle. He didn't move, because he quickly realized that whoever had found him could kill him in seconds in this position. One thought of his was- how had be been discovered? It was a curious thought, but an understandable one. Sylvar didn't doubt the Captain of the Broken Melody was out for him. Despite the particular fear of a worthless death, he did his best to remain calm. If this stranger intended on killing him, why did they hesitate. It was the perfect opening for him, and the only way out. \n\nThe first thing Noctis would notice was the change of skin color. Sylvar's pale neck changing to a deep obsidian tone before he began to shrink. It only took a few seconds, and that's all he needed. The Elf In his grasp turned into a good-sized striped squirrel and began running into the darkness of the alley at a good pace. The cat made no move to follow the squirrel, only watching the scene with bright green eyes." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"And there's my thief.\" Noctis said in wonder as the squirrel scampered away. Using the same technique he had used against Maze and would later use during the battle against Indaki, he used his \"Flash Step\" To vanish on the spot and was once again back on the roof. Trying to follow the squirrel with his eyes would be a waste in the dark- so he disabled his eyesight and enhanced his hearing and sense of smell, as well as his tactile abilities. With that he could follow the Smell Of the shapeshifter without ever having to see them. After all, in the world of the blind, the one eyed man was king. \n\nDashing through the dark- he figured it best to put on something of a show. As Sylvar would approach a street- Noctis would appear in a blink standing in the center of the path, blocking it. Anytime Sylvar turned direction to throw off Noctis, it would almost seem to work until they were close to another exit from the alleys, then Noctis would appear again blocking the path. A menacing hooded figure in the dark, his silver eyes glowing only faintly from his magic use. \n\nOnce Sylvar had gotten winded or was too far trapped, Noctis would speak. \n\n\"Shapeshifting, I've never met someone with the magic talent before, but I've heard of it. I have to say, I'm impressed. Grow a mouth, speak to me- you have a chance to try live tonight.\" He said, his voice a musical melody, and yet with that slight rasp it was as deadly as it was beautiful. Noctis had once been known as Deaths Lover. He had courted death, tasted it's lips more times than others would have deemed possible to stay sane- and now he'd mastered it and brought it to heel. \n\nHe saw something here, another piece of the puzzle that he was trying to form to get some semblance of control back in his life. He'd been thrown out of time, out of his own role in life- he didn't Belong In this world anymore. \n\nBut all the fucking gods would be damned if they would stop him from Forging His own purpose again. He'd decided af\n\nTer meeting Valac that he wanted to know what happened to Scipio, to Emi, to the 11 Demigods, to the Dragons- and most of all, he wanted to see Aeterna know peace like it once had in those beautifully marvelous glory days of olde. Even if it came through fire and flame. \n\n\"My name is Noctis Camille, and I want you to come work for me. Two months- that is the contract. You break it, I kill you. During your employment, you'll be paid monthly and receive 45% of the profits we get from jobs. After two months, you can go your own way or you can continue to work for me with a renegotiated contract.\"\n\nHe knew he was hiring a criminal- but in many senses of the word he and Valac were outcasts, unwanted by this world, what was another black rose in the bouquet he was making?" }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Run. Sylvar needed to run. That was the first plan. Secondly, he needed a backup plan. With squirrel eyes, combined with natural night vision, he was able to see excellently in the dark. Running quickly down alley, he approached the end, coming to the street but suddenly, the stranger was there, as if he appeared out of thin air. The Drow could tell it was magic, most definitely. It had to be, and it was frustrating because he needed to get away, far away. He wouldn't take the risk of running past Noctis. Those silver eyes only supported his guess of magic, and the extreme strength of the stranger made sense. \n\nHe skidded to a stop and turned in the opposite way, quickening his pace. Sylvar soon knew it was a game. The stranger somehow tracked him in the dark, even when he took a different path. Sylvar would almost be there when he would appear once again. As time went on, he began slowing down, simply because keeping the form intact took a lot of focus. One last time, he was scampering down the path and the Demigod appeared before him again. He stopped a few feet away, but near enough to hear Noctis speak. \n\nShapeshifting was rather uncommon, from what he has seen, and Sylvar was quite fortunate to have learned. His teacher was like family, and he was surely dead now. But, he didn't want to accept that. It was a hard truth. A chance to live? A deal, truly. Wonderful. Depending on the deal, he may or may not accept it. It wasn't common for him to make deals with people that try to assassinate him. In squirrel form, he inclined his head slightly, those beady eyes staring into Noctis.\n\n— \nHe stood still, waiting for Noctis to speak further about said deal. As soon as he started, Sylvar began to transform. Growing taller and taller, until he took an Elf-like, except he wasn't an Elf like Noctis observed before. Sylvar's hair was the same, delicately braided in some sections. His eyes were reptilian like, a bright yellow that glowed in the darkness. And his skin was a dark purple, so dark it blended with the darkness. His gaze was cold, as he rested his hands on two swords sheathed at his belt. \n\nAn offer of a contract. It wasn't something he normally did, specifically under threat of death but the pay sounded promising at least. \"And what if I refuse here and now? I'm rather not fond of being threatened. What type of jobs? Thievery? Murder? Spying?\" He took a guess, his expression carefully serious. \n\nAfter looking Noctis up and down for a moment, he spoke again, this time an introduction. \n\n\"Sylvar Valrieth,\" He said with a slight bow, not letting his guard down for a second. His voice was low, but he spoke Modern Imperial perfectly, without an accent." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis leaned against the wall and stroked his jaw beneath his food, his face cast into a deep darkness where no features could be made out. This wasn't just an elf- a Drow. He'd known a Drow, a friend of Scipio. Noctis thought quite highly of them and their abilities, their natural affinities . It was like being kin. His own abilities hugged their realms. \n\n\"I don't make threats, Sylvar Valrierh. Threats are made by idle fools who do not have the means to carry out their actions, I make assurances that what I say will be done. Tonight I accepted money to take your life- breaking that deal will mean that whoever wants you wants me too. I'm giving you the assurance that for two months you will live, I will ensure it- and you will work for and travel with me. The jobs will be whatever I need you to- thieving is the most likely one, but you won't be limited to it.\" He said, scratching at his elbow. \n\n\"You don't strike me as a fool, Sylvar. What will it be?\" He asked, his raspy but sweet voice carried the question down the dark alley as Noctis tossed the sack of gold to Sylvar. \n\n\"Your first months payment.\" He said, nonchalantly gazing into the street with his back turned to the Drow. He was a man so entirely confident in the gaps between their strength and ability that he could go so far as to expose his back. \n\nFirst he'd met Valac, a small and starved creature from the Beyond. Not much at first, but his regeneration abilities and superhuman abilities, plus his unique affinity for dark magic? A rare find, especially one who was essentially a blank slate for Noctis to write a purpose upon. \n\nNow a shapeshifter Drow? The potential they held was almost as expansive, perhaps more so. More and more he felt his feet sink against the cruel hard rock he'd landed on. He would conquer this lifetime, even if it did not want him. It was what Scipio would have done." }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Sylvar didn't deny that he was fascinated with Noctis. That extreme strength and skill with magic. Impressive. While the Drow couldn't see his face at this moment, Noctis could quite possibly be a powerful human. That was only a guess. He's interacted with all kinds of species, most often humans or Elves. As a Drow, he never interacted with them as himself. It was simply an act. And it got the job done. \n\nThis deal was sketchy but Sylvar was leaning toward accepting the contract, not because of the previous threat. Most who hired him would put a price on his head anyway if he didn't complete the job. It's happened a few times, more frequently now. Noctis seemed true to his word. For two months you will live. That was somewhat assuring. Plenty of time to figure out a plan, for his own goals to settle the bounties. Sylvar could do thievery quite well, without much trouble due to his abilities. Depending on the pay, this will be acceptable. \n\nNo, he wasn't a fool. He's had at least eight years of experience in deals like this one. It would be smart to accept it, and reasoning had nothing to do with intimidation. \n\nSylvar inclined his head at the sight of gold, catching the bag easily. He ran his fingers along the bottom. It was most certainly gold. He could sense it. Pure gold. Noctis was bold to have his back to him, clearly displaying confidence in one's abilities. A simple observation. Soon enough, he nodded. \n\n\"Pure gold. Acceptable. When do we start?\" He asked simply, confirming he was agreeing to the contract. Two months. Not too bad. \n\n\"Word of advice. Best not to mess with those who hired you to assassinate me.\" He said rather seriously as a warning. \"Just something to keep in mind for future.\n\n— \nThen, he looked past Noctis into the shadows. He whistled and within a few seconds the cat emerged, entering the alley, sprinting past Noctis. Sylvar leaned forward slightly, lowering his right arm. The cat quickly jumped onto his arm, climbing to settle on his shoulder." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Now he'd gotten his thief, already the plan had begun to roll into motion. He'd need more members to fill out the crew, three people couldn't very well do what he wanted. His goals were too high for that. \n\n\"Right now, we fetch my demon and get some food. We can talk on the way.\" Noctis said and threw back his hood, his midnight cloak swirling gently around his ankles before settling back down, golden embroidery lined the shoulders and hems of the fine fabric. As they made their way down the street to head towards the outskirts of town, Noctis rested his hand on the pommel of his sword and stroked the ruby rose slowly, letting his thoughts spin. His schemes had only just begun, what he needed were two things above all- money and manpower. Getting both would require work, but it was going to be entirely possible. \n\n\"I like cats, are they a pet or some sort of magical being?\" He asked, casting a curious glance at the cat. \"As for your first job, you're going to run some reconnaissance for me as soon as I've determined the details. You'll know exactly who and what within a day.\" He said casually, chewing his lip. \n\nA shapeshifter was perfect, disguised as an animal or a close ally, they could go almost anywhere that Noctis needed them to. However, if he wanted to really know how best to utilize Sylvar- he needed to learn more about him." }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Sylvar had no idea of the reasoning behind the deal, the reasoning for the jobs but from past experience, he wouldn't ask questions. He would work with any information given, and accept it. He was in it for the money, and that was all. That was most important, one step closer to getting his revenge. For his parents. For his sister. For his teacher. Once Noctis replied, his only reaction was a slight raise of his brow and nod of his head. Demon? How fascinating, but he wouldn't ask, assuming he would find out eventually. \n\nStudying Noctis again after he threw back his hood, he observed the look of the cloak. It was definitely more on the wealthier side, using his own as comparison. He wore a dark blue cloak that was well-worn from use and weather. Sylvar began to follow Noctis closely, but not before reapplying his Elven disguise, the only changes being his skin color, eye shape and color. \n\n\"No, she's a regular cat, as far as I have observed,\" He said, responding to the question, giving his cat a glance. She was rather comfortable on his shoulder, kneading the fabric of his cloak, but he didn't seem to mind. He looked back to Noctis as he spoke about his first job. Easy enough. He's done such jobs before without many issues. \"Understood. Where do we find this demon of yours?\" \n\nSylvar kept a steady pace, avoiding most of the crowds within the city. Most didn't spare a glance, good thing for his disguise. He was a master of disguises." } ]	472	3,447
252.666667	2023-11-26	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"We have a little camp on the outskirts of town. Easier to keep a low profile that way, though I do loathe missing out on a soft bed. Time enough for it later.\" He responded, his elegant midnight cloak seemingly causing him to flicker in and out of the shadows lanterns cast. \n\nHis silver eyes scanned the streets around them, wondering if there were others watching to see if he'd gotten the job done. He'd gotten something much more valuable than gold from this however. \n\n\"How long can you shapeshift, and what's the largest and smallest you can get?\" He asked, slipping a screw casually into his free hand from a pouch on his hip. Noctis had a feeling that he wasn't the only assassin hired tonight- he would keep his word, Sylvar would survive for at least two months under Noctis' protection, but just how much work would that truly be? What had Sylvar done to be wanted dead this badly? Questions, questions questions." }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "A camp. Wonderful. Sylvar left his means of land transportation on the outskirts of town, as well. The Drow knew the feeling of a soft bed, but it wasn't a common one. Most often, in his lifetime, he used the ground or a hammock. That's what he knew. He acknowledged Noctis' response with a slight nod of his head, not much else. The farther they went, the more he was alert and on guard. \n\nThe last eight months have been difficult, attempting jobs while also being hunted. Sylvar observed that Noctis was very alert, as well. The Drow took a moment to respond to the question, putting his hood up to conceal his face more. Despite the modifications he made, his face itself could still be recognized. \n\n\"It varies. Animals take more focus than simple modifications. I can keep the modifications intact for weeks, but animals for less than a day. I can change into any animal, as long as the animal is not bigger than me. Depending on your definition of small, I can get rather small,\" He said, keeping his voice low. He had a feeling, and not because he didn't particularly like crowds. \n\n\"It's not a good idea to be traveling through here. Let me take the lead and I will find this camp, through a safer route,\" He said, moving in front of Noctis and bringing his hand to his satchel at his side. He took a small item from it, something that looked like a compass. Glancing at it for a few seconds, he looked up again and turned into another alleyway. \"Follow me.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Very well.\" Noctis said, and as Sylvar entered the alleyway he paused only long enough to fire the screw at a crossbowman who had set his sights upon the duo. The screw pierced his shoulder and jerked him backwards over the edge of the shingles and off the roof. Not making any sign that he had just attacked a pursuer, Noctis nonchalantly followed Sylvar. \n\nA drow of his talents, alone and working odd jobs? Someone that a powerful person wanted dead... How interesting. \n\n\"What was your proffession before odd jobs, who exactly did you piss off? Gambling maybe? Or a lord, a lord might have this kind of money.\" He mused, keeping pace rather easily all the while his footsteps gave nary even a scratching on the cobbles. Keeping his senses high, he wondered just how many assassins had been hired this night. To hire more than one for a target like this- well... Just who in the gods name was this Drow?" } ]	213	758
317.833333	2023-11-27	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Sylvar focused on the compass in his hands, not realizing what Noctis just did before following him. Even if he didn't know how many bounty hunters and assassins were out there, being out in the open like that was not good. He had a hunch there would be some, considering Noctis' attempt. It's been nearly nine months... And it seems they won't give up. It was quite the betrayal, he imagined. \n\nHe weaved through alleyways, going through the back of town were there weren't many people. It was dark. He trusted the compass to lead the way, as once he set on finding something, it would lead him to it. This was the easiest way. Upon hearing Noctis' question, he tensed. He wasn't entirely surprised, as the questions would have come sooner or later. Once again, he took a long moment to respond. \n\n\"I was... Or am a pirate. It's a long story, but he's not someone I would recommend messing with,\" He said, keeping it vague. He didn't entirely want to talk about his past with Drake. The wound was still fresh. \n\n\"It's better if you don't ask questions,\" He said, tone a bit blunt. He was not in a good mood at all about the subject." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Very well.\" Noctis said, easily backing off the subject. He knew when and where to push his luck, and now was not that time. Noctis weaved illusion magic above them to make them even harder to track- he noted the frequent use of the compass but decided to think little of it. Whatever Sylvar was doing it was working, they were making steady progress through the city now. \n\n\"I've always been fascinated by pirates. My business has only taken me to the sea a couple times and never for long. So much of Aeterna untouched beyond the nine realms.\" He mused, the illusion magic even muting their voices so that they could hardly be hard. \n\nA pirate, wanted by others? Perhaps he'd stolen something, or had he been part of a mutiny gone wrong? But on which end? The captain, or the crew? He didn't know enough about pirates, the list of reasons someone would want Sylvar dead was endless. \n\nYet why dead? If they knew what he could do, wouldn't they rather capture him? His skills and potential were limitless. So many questions all from one Shapeshifting Drow. \n\n\"When we get to the edge of town, turn into a small animal. I'll get you and the cat away from here without us being followed.\" His voice was light but the authority in his voice was deadly sharp, it wasn't the voice of some gang boss- it was the hardened tone of command that a general gave to his men. It was absolute in its authority, it didn't broker questions or objections." }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "The Drow was almost relieved upon hearing Noctis' response, the acceptance of backing off. There was no time for questions such as these. Now he didn't have to think about it, and his goal for wanting to get the revenge he needed. He didn't doubt Drake felt the same. They were making good progress through the backstreets of Tyrex City. Aeterna's sea was vast and dangerous, and most didn't know much about it, aside from the people of the Riable Isles and pirates. \n\n\"There's much to them, and a lot to learn. The sea is also worth exploring,\" He said, his tone softer this time. He dropped the bluntness. There was absolutely no need for acting in this moment. Sylvar was being himself. He longed for the sea again, never being able to stay away for too long, despite the dangers. It called for caution. \n\nSylvar had his own questions about Noctis. Was he human considering his display of magic? Perhaps a mage or wizard? What were his goals with these jobs he had for him? A lot of questions, but ones he wouldn't usually ask an employer. When Noctis spoke again, he understood, but couldn't help but notice the authority in his voice. It was different from other people he's worked for. It was more of a tone from a leader or soldier, not a wealthy noble like his usual employers. \"Understood,\" He said, lightly. \n\nThey continued on, briskly walking. As soon as they neared the edge of town, Sylvar placed the compass back inside his satchel. He then took Luna off his shoulder and handed her to Noctis. She quickly decided she wanted to be on his shoulder. Once the cat was taken care of, Sylvar paused and focused. Within the blink of an eye, he was a crow, feathers as dark as night. Sylvar hovered mid-air, flapping his temporary wings, as if waiting for Noctis." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis let Sylvar speak of the sea. This was good, the way you broke down a persons armor was to let them do it themselves. It had been a tough lesson to learn, but learn it well he had. As they reached the edge of town, there were a few shady looking individuals that seemed to lingering near the exit roads. \n\nSo when the cat was secured on his shoulder, Noct reached out and took the crow, holding it fine but not right. Then in a blink, both the crow and the cat would find that they were no longer where they'd been a moment before. They were on a tree- no, they were moving across the fiel- now they were on a path in the woods beyond the city. Noct set them both down gently and glanced around them. \n\n\"A couple miles should be enough.\" He said, adjusting his cloak. Moving that fast put on an incredible strain, he could feel his tendons screaming. Normally when he ran across country it was a little faster than a horse, if he wanted to haul ass he could go double that and drag his mana for hours. \n\nBut his fastest speed was dizzying, and could only be used for short bursts or his body would quite literally tear itself apart. \n\nShowing no outward sign of his pain, he pulled out a candy and popped it into his mouth. \n\n\"Welcome to the crew.\" He said to both of them, giving them a crooked, dangerous grin. \"Now, let's talk some business shall we?\"" }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Luna dug her claws into Noctis' shoulder, likely deciding she liked him. Sylvar braced himself when the Demigod grabbed his crow form. That was not the proper way to hold a bird, but Sylvar wasn't one to complain. Noctis said he would get them out of here, and he trusted him enough to do that. What happened next was... Unexpected. It was strange, Sylvar observed, and he was sure the cat was confused too. In the blink of an eye, they were in different places and soon far away from the city. \n\nOnce they stopped and Noctis put the both of them down, Luna wandered a ways as if exploring the new area. Sylvar's crow form took a few steps away Noctis before ruffling the dark feathers. In a blink, he was back as himself, the Drow form. He began reapplying the Elf features. It really seemed like he didn't like showing his true self. Sylvar looked around for a moment, taking in Noctis' words about a few miles. It seemed to be another form of magic. How fascinating. \n\nWelcome to the crew. It was an interesting thing. How large was this crew? It seemed his role in this was to be a thief. With his qualities, Sylvar could do that very well, among other things. And he would be pleased to, as long as he avoided Drake for a bit longer. The entire time, upon meeting Noctis, he kept a serious demeanor, even now. \n\n\"Yes, we shall. I want to know what I'm getting myself into,\" He said carefully, studying Noctis once again. Now was the time for questions if it involved business." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Your magic, what are you capable of besides shapeshifting?\" He asked as they strode through the woods. He'd left enough distance between the camp and their stopping point to have time to talk to each other. \n\nNoctis had gained a thief, but he'd also gained a powerful enemy. That was necessarily a bad thing, power would follow a dangerous man like that and Noctis, if he played his cards right, could quite easily turn it to his favor. \n\nThat was how he operated, using adversity to his advantage. To succeed you had to take risks, risks equaled rewards, it was equivalent exchange. \n\n\"The demons name is Valac Carnifex, please do not address him as a demon. For all intents and purposes he's just a man. I'd like everyone to continue to see him that way.\" He said, hand still resting on that beautiful sword on his hip. \n\n\"Oh- and can you use those blades on your hip?\" He asked, tossing a silver eyed glance towards Sylvar." } ]	320	1,907
306.25	2023-11-28	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Once Noctis started walking again, Sylvar followed along the forest path. Luna soon followed suit, doing a graceful cat walk a few feet behind them. Sylvar took a long moment to respond, as always. \n\n\"Average mastery in Metallurgy, of a sort. I can sense pure elements within something, like the gold. It is Truly Pure gold. Or, extract something from ores, for another example,\" He said, explaining casually. He was thinking about all the lessons he learned in magic. They hadn't been easy ones, but it had been well worth it in the end. \n\nSylvar inclined his head when Noctis spoke about Valac. Fascinating, but he understood perfectly well. If he wanted be seen as a man, then a man he will be seen as. Sylvar could respect that. \"Understood. He will be seen as a man.\"\n\nThe next question brought surprise, and his brows shot up. He glanced down at the swords, and knives on his weapon belt, then back at Noctis. \"Of course. Short-swords, daggers, throwing knives, cutlasses- I can use them all efficiently.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Metallurgy hm? Very good magic to have as well.\" Noctis mused, enhancing his eyesight to more easily pick their path through the dark woods. The trees overhead were still, silent- as if they were listening in. Gnarled branches sprang in every direction, dense bushes made it seem as if they walked in a long and dark hallway corridor of giants. So, a drow pirate, with the ability to shapeshift and manipulate and sense metals. Quite the admirable skillset to have gained. \n\n\"Good, there may come times when you have need of them.\" Noctis' strength was on another level- the amount of power that had been present in the Cousin Conflicts versus this age of Man, well... All the same he wasn't invincible. He needed to be selective on when he displayed his ability- or he'd likely be hunted down or worse, attract the wrong kind of attention from the Empress. Long legs carrying him far with every stride, he more Prowled Than walked. \n\n\"Valac is a decent swordsman, not the best strategist. We should travel in relative safety all the same. We'll be aiming for Marsalus Village next to scope the area out, pick up some news. I heard from the adventuring guild that you can get good info on the outskirts of realms for good paying jobs within the nine realms.\" They'd made some good money off selling the beasts remains, enough to pay their way a good while- but they'd need much, much more for his ultimate goals. \n\n\"Any questions about me? I won't promise answers- but I will do my best to accomodate.\"" }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "\"Yes. It is,\" He agreed, very proud of his magic and what he could do with it. Shapeshifting in particular has gotten him out of many sticky situations, like the one only some time ago. Sylvar looked ahead, having no issues seeing the path in front of them in the dark. Drows were born with night-vision. For them, the night was preferable. The sun only brought sensitivity. However, this forest in particular was not the most beautiful sight. There was an eerie feel to it. \n\nSylvar figured there would be times in this line of work when weapons were needed, and he would be prepared. In the last eight months or so, since he left the sea, he has improved on his skills. All in preparation for his goal, to get revenge, if Drake didn't find him first. Only time could tell what was to come. And he was determined. The Drow walked at a steady pace, not prowling like Noctis did, but he was very light with his steps. \n\n\"Of course. I'll keep that in mind,\" He responded when Noctis spoke of the Adventuring Guild, and pleased to hear more of where they would be going next. There were all kinds of jobs, and he could certainly make up for the lack of strategy in the group, but he had a feeling Noctis could also cover that. As long as he made good pay, he would go along with it. Sylvar had several questions about Noctis but decided to take slow, starting with a few simple questions. \n\n\"Yes. I do have questions. Are you a mage or wizard of sorts with that level of magic, or are you simply not human?\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Well, I am more or less human.\" He said with a grin, then shrugged his shoulders. \n\n\"I practice some magic too, yes. I can cast a few fire and wind spells, illusion magic is a particularly good tool of mine and I practice something called Enhancement Magic. Its a very difficulty to learn and even harder to master magic that strengthens aspects of my body. Nothing too exciting.\" He said casually, deciding that Sylvar Should Know, both as a teammate and because it let Sylvar know what he was dealing with. \n\n\"How old are you Sylvar?\" They were nearing the camp now, only a few more minutes and he could grab some food and throw his feet up for the night. He had a feeeling about Marsalus, like soemthing important was waiting for him there. Whatever it was, he hoped it led to some serious money because he needed it. There were going to be expenses down the line and he wanted to be more than prepared for them. \"I quite enjoy the company of Drow folk, oftentimes they can appreciate the beauty of the night. I loathe to think what it must be like to be dismissed by the sun, but the stars I think are oftentimes more beautiful than the sun. After all- you can gaze at the stars at night, but you can only look at the sun a few seconds.\"" } ]	313	1,225
524.25	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Tarin Vo", "message": "His senses poured outwards like a tidal wave, crashing over every object in his part. Birds chirped miles away, the scent of a fresh kill downwind- further away still, winds touched his skin and gave him an understanding of what all was around him even as he moved at speeds beyond normalcy. These senses, reflexes and skill are what make Tarin Vo- The Flaw Of The World- a perfect hunter. And the hunter has found his pray and their chase is leaving him wanting- they don't move like he does.\n\n\"Faster...\" He willed his body to move faster, using his ironlike muscles to push himself faster and further beyond the limitations his magicless state has left him in. He cannot simply fly to his target, teleport after them, enhance his body to push beyond- no, he has trained every muscle and every fiber in his body to become beyond even magic...\n\nBut even then it wasn't enough.\n\n \nHis mind drew back, even as he raced after his target, to the time he was so close to death he has to make the deal once again. It wasn't like the time he had to invoke that bond like he had with Noctis, it wasn't a draw or even a victory, for when he made that deal again kneeling at the feet of Eliza he had been beaten. So why, even if he had been spared, does he rush to her aid? He does not know. Something within his heart spoke to him when he caught wind of the killer who took a bounty with a name he recognized days ago. The name of a vampire he has faced before- and he saw that the killer headed to face her down was not one to be taken lightly. He smelled the poisons lacing his weapons, and held within his satchel. He'd seen the holy iconography adorning the man's armor and he could sense the presence of magic most holy swirling around the mace they wore. A paladin was headed after Eliza, one prepared to fight a vampire unlike he'd been... So he'd trailed them. Listened to their private conversations from his hiding places in trees of hundreds of yards away as they received more and more messages. This was a calculated attack, no mere chance, this killer was sent on Purpose- So he acted.\n\n\"You're almost there, be ready, don't let emotion cloud your mind like before- do not lose your edge. You're a killer first and foremost, act like it- __be__ like it.\"\n\nHis own mental reassurance was all he had to offer himself as he finally drew closer to the Paladin- he could see the peaks of the manor above the treeline now- he'd have to act fast or he'd be late. He thought of what he possibly could do, what his options are at this moment- and then it struck him, an elaborate plan this paladin would not be ready for.\n\n \nDrawing on his killer instinct, the years upon years of battle he has faced and acted upon that wisdom. Drawing his staff from the holster on his back he held it firmly as he drew his sword laced with powerful wind magics- with a powerful leap into the air the mercenary swung his blade behind him and used its wind magic to propel him further- Faster. As he drew closer he willed his staff to grow in size, the magical item within his hands responded and launched outwards as it grew longer. He saw the glint of armor in the setting sunlight- the time was now. He smashed the end of his staff in the ground, using its sturdiness to apply pressure with his strength and bend his staff to the point it nearly broke before he let it go- and it threw him like a human missile.\n\nHis reflexes saved him in the end, his fist crashing against the shield of the Paladin- splintering it into metallic shrapnel as he blew past. He dug his heels into the ground, clawed at the dirt until he gained traction and then he swung again- another fist smashing into the armor of the Paladin which tore off his right pauldron and helmet.\n\n\"*I told you that I'd find you-\" Another blow, peeling away the chest plate of the Paladin who cried out in pain from the onslaught. \"-and that you would die before you even saw her.\"\n\n* \nAnother blow landed, the arm of the Paladin handing limp and bloodied at his side while Tarin vanished from sight only to reappear infront of the Paladin with his body poised to strike. One punch was thrown, connecting with the exposed chest of the vampire slayer, gore and viscera splatted across tree and dirt alike. The body dropped with a thud while Tarin dropped to a knee and breathed heavily, blood both the paladins and his own littered his body while he clutched at the wound at his right bicep.\n\n\"Fuck.*\" He grimaced as he looked up at the Tenebrian manor from only a few yards away, knowing full well that if someone saw him- even Eliza, he might have to run for his life." }, { "author": "Luciel Tenebrian", "message": "It was a typical day at the Tenebrian manor, being the majority of the residents were vampires the property was rather quiet. Birds sang blissful melodies that echoed through the trees and filled the eerie woods with joyous song. \n\nLuciel, being one of the only non nocturnal residents was reading a novel in a nearby tree. The sun kissed his undead skin gently, causing his porcelain skin to almost glisten in the sunlight- seemingly unaffected by the sun despite his undead origin. The day walker licked his index finger to turn the page of his book before smelling the familiar scent of blood. Luciel's eyes rolled back in his skull for a moment as he reveled in the unholy aroma before collecting himself and raising a brow at the distant sight of Tarin. Even stranger, it seemed He* Was injured himself. Luciel groaned as his eyes panned over to the splattered gore on the tree, just another mess for him to clean up- albeit for once not caused by his wretched sister. The lanky man then dropped down from the tree landing in a stylish pose before smirking to himself and making his way over to Tarin, tapping his shoulder from behind whilst simultaneously clearing his throat. \n\n\"You're a few months early, the next ball isn't until-\"\n\nLuciel then noticed the apparel of the corpse, his eyes peering at his holy idols and tools used to slaughter his kind- likely with the intent of slaughtering his Family. The man's expression then shifted to one of dire seriousness before walking a few paces ahead of Tarin and pausing to look over his shoulder.\n\n\"I think it's best you come inside, explain to mother why it is you brought a dead heretic to our porch. She might even shake your hand.\"\n\nLuciel chuckled to himself before motioning Tarin to follow him towards the manor.\n\n\"Though do tell me where you found such a creature. They haven't been brave enough to step foot on our lands for decades\"" }, { "author": "Tarin Vo", "message": "The cursed man remained in his knelt position, breathing heavily in rapid succession while his body dealt with the effects of the poisons by sweating profusely- if not for his training thanks to his parents he'd be dead at this very moment- which put a massive strain on his already battered and tired body. Even as Luciel approached Tarin sensed him, vampires carry a smell all their own, and once the son of Eliza spoke to him the mercenary waited for him to see what was laid bare.\n\n\"*Didn't bring him... Tracked him.\" Tarin struggled to breathe as he stood up, his body now dripping with sweat while he fought off the poisons that coated the now dead paladins weaponry. He would be fine in time, hopefully, but for the moment he looks worse for ware.\n\n\"He picked up a... A uh, bounty, a bounty for Eliza down in Vaelic City... Bounty on Eliza. I went after him when I read her name... Figured I owed her that much after she... She spared my life. Didn't help I could see the... All the uh, the vampire killing stuff he had ready.\"\n\nSmacking his forehead with the palm of his hand a few times Tarin seemed to be either jumbling or restarting his mind- perhaps the battle or the poison has done a number on him, maybe both. Despite that he followed Luciel, be it that he was actually led inside or kept outside he didn't know nor care, he just hopes he'll get to leave and sweat off this poison or find a cure poison potion or spell- anything would do." }, { "author": "Luciel Tenebrian", "message": "Luciel raised a brow suspiciously as Tarin mentioned the hit on his mother. His typical carefree and sassy demeanor dropping to one of concern once he realized the gravity of the situation. The Tenebrian's have maintained a pristine reputation among Aeterna for years, a hit on Eliza is unheard of. \n\n\"Well, Ahem* Wow... L-let's just get you inside. You look awful- and that thing reaks-\"\n\nThough Luciel was concerned, his bratty attitude remained as he referenced the stinking corpse of the vampire hunter. The vampire sighed as he gentle guided Tarin to the doorstep of the manor.\n\nOnce at the doorstep of the lavish home Luciel opened his palm swiftly, a beautifully crafted ornate wand rising out of his forearm and landing into his palm. The boy then swished the wand gracefully, the doors swinging open dramatically as he frantically led the man inside." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza sat in the library with a bottle of wine in one hand and a book in the other enjoying an early afternoon read when she heard the front doors swing open loudly. Intrigued the countess swiftly made her way to the main hall of her room, surprised to see her dear son accompanied by Tarin, and a corpse? \n\nThe woman shuffled towards the group, placing a hand on Tarin's forehead and cringing at the intense heat radiating from his skin. Surely he was sick or poisoned, though humans were dreadfully warm they weren't This Warm. \n\n\"If it isn't Tarin, and you look...\"\n\nEliza then cleared her throat politely.\n\n\"Tired! How about we get you to to the lab and in the meantime you inform me on why you've brought a freshly slaughtered pig into my manor?\"" }, { "author": "Tarin Vo", "message": "\"*Ye- yeah, I know, thanks.\" Tarin grumbled as he followed along, despite his physical appearance he's not too upset about his situation, he's dealt with far worse situations- he just hopes he can either get the poison solved or he can have a place to rest so he can sweat this out. Approaching the door with his breath beginning to grow ragged the mercenary's vision became blurry for a split second.\n\n\"Thank fuck...\" Stepping into the manor the flaw of the world was slightly relived when he saw the visage of Eliza approaching. It was comforting to see her in a way, someone he knows to a degree, a woman who can handle herself and likely has some ways to help him with his situation. \n\n\"Raggedy, I know.\" Tarin chuckled when he saw the prim and pristine vampire cringe at the heat from his forehead... She was icecold, soft too, which after the defeat he suffered at her hands was a slightly humbling revelation.\n\n\"Sounds nice... Yeah he's a-\" A loud cough, blood speckled the hand he used to cover his mouth. \"Fuck.\" The flaw of the world felt his body take charge trying to solve his problems, his swearing increasing to the point he was practically dripping.\n\n\"Vampire killer-* Wheeze *-picked up bounty-* Wheeze *-for your head Eliza-* Wheeze *-figured I owe'd you... Poison knife-* Wheeze *-got me, need help... Please...\"\n\nHis voice grew hoarse and ragged with each word he spoke out, his vision grew blurry and his legs felt weak, and as he dropped to a knee and seemed close to passing out completely a strange black tattoo- with a long thick line with sharp spines all around its edges -that started from behind his left year soon grew to reach down past his neck and shoulder." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza, though concerned for Tarin's wellbeing showed no signs of distress or urgency as she strolled away from him whilst he spoke. Nodding attentively as he gave her the details of the bounty before opening a cabinet and gently snatching a few glass vials containing various herbs and liquids. The countess then grabbed a mortar and pestle and placed it on the table, opening each vial and placing a calculated amount of each herb before grinding the mixture into a paste. \n\n\"Tough boy. Handling all those poisons, you know it's funny- they mustn't be too informed to wield Poison* Against me.\"\n\nEliza smiled to herself proudly as she spoke, her expression fading to one of empathy as she glanced down to Tarin. She sighed before kneeling beside him with the bowl of medicine in her left hand. Eliza then raised her arm above the mixture as her index finger melted into deep crimson blood that dropped into the paste- causing a black cloud of smoke to rise from the bowl for only a moment. Using her free hand Eliza tilted Tarin's chin upwards with gentle yet assertive force. \n\n\"Drink, It's not the tastiest thing ever but you won't die.\"\n\nAfter Tarin finished drinking the medicine Eliza sighed, turning her back to the man.\n\n\"I think it's best you follow me upstairs, Cursed One. We have Much To discuss hm?\" \n\nAfter speaking Eliza turned and walked past Tarin, pausing once a few paces ahead of him before clearing her throat impatiently." }, { "author": "Tarin Vo", "message": "\"*Agreed... They seemed informed enough, atleast that you're a-\" Loud cough, more blood speckling his hand. \"-vampire. Holy symbols and magic as well as light magic, the works.\"\n\nTarin didn't make mention about what she said at the start, instead focusing on the mission and or directive at hand- because, why would he bother? Eliza is a vampire he fought and lost to, mother to a child he tried to kill, he's honestly surprised his neck wasn't torn out already- best to keep on guard.\n\n\"Drinking- drinking-\" Hastily he replied before gulping down the mixture, smacking his lips while giving a slight groan afterwards. \"Delicious.\"\n\nHis usual antics of humor despite a life or death situation, his coping method perfected over a lifetime. He rubbed his chin for a moment, his hyper sensitive skin still grasping at the feeling of Eliza's hand on him- one of the drawbacks of being so attuned, even the slightest touch can linger for hours.\n\n\"You're the boss and it's probably best to listen to the queen bee in her own hive.\" Tarin turned to follow Eliza, only pausing for a moment to look down at his blood speckled hand- and then he saw it, finally. \"No... Not now.\" He quickly dismissed his thoughts with a flick of his head. \"Yeah yeah I'm coming, don't get your puffy dress in a knot.\"\n\nKnowing better than to dally the cursed man followed close behind Eliza, pondering and puzzling over this situation and circumstance- despite all of what's happened before she willingly began to aid him without so much as a second thought... And her children don't seem to hate her but instead love and cherish her, in their own ways anyway. Perhaps he was too hasty to judge, maybe he isn't as good at reading people as he once was- or maybe, just maybe, he guessed wrong." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "As Eliza walked up the steps she pondered How* Exactly her affliction became known by anyone but her family and business associates. Perhaps she was too hasty allowing Luciel to attend the Academy, allowing Alvyra to leave the manor grounds. Her mind raced through possible scenarios, Luciel telling school friends, Alvyra well... Being Alvyra. The more she ran it over in her mind the more it confused her, she had isolated herself from society for centuries. Typically she would only leave for a meal or for business and even when she did she was rarely gone longer than a few hours. Having found no conclusion in her mind Eliza let out a defeated sigh.\n\nOnce the pair reached the top of the admittedly Long Staircase they were face to face with a large door with a strange sigil and no visible mechanisms allowing for it to even open. Though plenty of footsteps and chatter could be faintly heard from the other side. \n\nEliza then raised her right hand into the air, the flesh of her hand melting away to reveal a clear skeletal hand. The countess flourished her fingers in a rigid, unnatural motion before moving her hand towards her left hand and clawing her own flesh open. Eliza then walked a few steps to the left where a ornate chalice laid atop a pedestal. The vampire allowed her ichor to drain into the chalice until it was filled to the brim. Eliza then walked back beside Tarin, and softly muttered the phrase.\n\n\"Sanguis noster sit transitus\"\n\nAfter a moment of silence the ground would rumble and the blood filling the chalice would spiral through the air and fill the cracks that made the strange sigil on the door before the door itself melted away into a puddle of blood. \n\nNow the True Manor was on full display, endless corridors filled with paintings of Eliza and a small cat all with dates. Most notably though would be a painting depicting a pale young girl and the same very cat, her expression was one of childlike wonder and curiosity. \n\nPale woman clad in maid outfits a\n\nNd fine fabrics roamed the halls, all of which stopping in place to stare at their mother and the strange man. Though a discerning eye would see small girl with obnoxiously long hair and a jagged smile peeking at the pair from around a corner. \n\n\"Just this way, forgive the girls. It's not often I bring visitors, let alone a...\"\n\nEliza looked Tarin up and down, struggling to find an appropriate term.\n\n\"Warmblood.\" Ahem \"Follow\"\n\nEliza's cheeks if capable, would be flushed red with embarrassment as she grabbed Tarin's hand and dragged him into a nearby room and locking the door behind him.\n\nThe room was one of the countless vacant guest rooms in the manor with a beautiful queen sized coffin with silver linings and a plush red interior. The room also had a gothic vanity accompanied by countless beauty products and a hairbrush. Like the dining room, the bedroom had a red crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling. \n\nEliza then took a deep breath and a step forward, gasping as she realized her hand was still grasping onto Tarin's. With a flustered look on her face she yanked her hand from his and walked towards the vanity, sitting in the chair and removing her earrings. \n\n\"Anything else I should know about the swine you dragged into my home before I Start asking questions?\"" }, { "author": "Tarin Vo", "message": "\"*Neat door.\" Tarin chirped almost comically once the two reached the top of the staircase, his mind had been relatively blank the whole time after he'd follow behind Eliza- had it been? It felt like it anyway, like nothing would connect for s second- nothing would focus. There was so much, too much even, so all he could manage was to say something stupid. \"Sounds like people are on the other side, do you have a secret stash of vampires behind a locked door? I remember this being a no fly zone during the ball s-\"\n\nHis eyes widened, finally snapping back to reality once Eliza began to claw at her own hand after the flesh melted off the other.\n\n\"God* *I'm glad I don't have to use magic, sheesh.\"\n\nIt was jarring each and everytime, even for someone like him who's been around death for as long as he's drawn breath, seeing a persons own flesh slide off the bone and then tear off the other hands flesh is- it's a lot.\n\n\"You have to do* That *Everytime you want to open this thing? I can't say it's not an effective way to keep people out but* Ouch. *Atleast you can regenera-\"\n\n* \nAs the door became part of the puddle of blood Tarin's eyes grew wide once he saw what was before him. The paintings, the endless corridors, and vampire women in either fine clothes or maidoutfits- and what looks like a very mischievous and also terrifying little vampire demon child peeking around the corner.\n\n\"Man?\" He didn't even look at Eliza when he said it, still somewhat reeling from everything he saw at once, and once he realized what he said he tore his gaze over to Eliza and cracked a very sorry excuse for a apologetic grin- and then her hand touched his.\n\nIt was so jarring- or it should be? Normally when someone touches him it feels like his skin is on fire from the sensation, his supremely enhanced senses are often overlooked in a practical and everyday setting where the touch of a hand feels like knives to the skin of one who can feel the air pressure around him change. If he always hated that feeling, kept others from touching him, actively told people to never touch him- then why does this time feel so... Ok? Eliza's hand isn't warm, which would feel like holding a sword fresh from the forge, her hand is cold- cold as death itself. Cold has never bothered Tarin, in fact he somewhat enjoys the biting cold he feels at the slightest gentle breeze of cool air- it reminds him of Forstead, of winters and drifting snow, the peace the snow dusted forests bring him- why does she remind him of peace?\n\nThe revelation was to jarring to Tarin he didn't even notice when Eliza yanked her hand away with a flustered look. He just stared at his own hand, fingers unfurled as if holding something within them, and slowly they closed until his fist clenched with such strength he could have turned coal into diamond had Eliza not spoke up.\n\n \n\"Uh- yeah, here. Does this name mean anything to you?*\" Tarin brushed aside what he has just done and took a step closer to Eliza as he pulled a crumpled sheet of parchment from his pocket and laid it flat on the vanity- a bounty for Eliza Tenebrian with the words \"Bounty issued by Jamis Merkoin.\" Fully shown at the bottom." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza placed her earrings, a pair of beautiful red crystal studs with dangling gemstones into a small box- not without admiring them for a moment. Her expression seemed sorrowful as she examined the jewels but she was smiling as if reminiscing on a fond memory. \n\nEliza cleared her throat before adverting her attention towards Tarin. Her large ruby red eyes dancing towards him gently, her long dark lashes like curtains that bounced with each blink of her eye. Her lips parted in shock as Tarin handed her the piece of paper as she pulled her gaze away from him and to the paper... To the name.\n\nEliza quickly snatched the paper from Tarin's hands, standing up from her vanity and raising her left hand to cover her mouth in shock as a gasp escaped her lips. Eliza's eyes watered for a moment, her face flooding with sadness and fear as she scanned the details of the bounty. Though after a few moments her sadness transformed into anger as her brows furrowed and her nose scrunched. A single red tear fell from her left eye, trickling over the beauty mark below her eyes and down her smooth cheek as she crushed the paper in her hand and threw it aside with a animalistic grunt. \n\nEliza turned her back to Tarin, composing herself with a deep breath, pausing for a moment before exhaling. She then turned around to face Tarin, her eyes wide with fury though her lips curved upward into a polite smile. \n\n\"Do you know how my kind came to be, Tarin?\"\n\nEliza walked towards the man as she spoke, her long ivory fangs peeking through her plush lips with each syllable she uttered. \n\n\"Long ago, there was a demigod of Ember named Abbadon. They say he was the most beautiful of his mothers spawn, the most creative, the most arrogant...\"\n\nEliza was now face to face with Tarin, her expression blank and void of any emotion.\n\n\"He was a sick godspawn, obsessed with power and keen on proving himself a God* Like his mother. He even desecrated one of her temples into the likes of his own, defiling it. Furiou\n\nS his mother cursed him to never feel her loving rays, to forever live off the blood of others. He was a creature, dead but alive.\"\n\nEliza sighed before turning away from Tarin, seemingly out of embarrassment.\n\n\"For centuries the fool wandered Aeterna, using his once god given gifts to transform his very being with demonic energy from the beyond lands and making himself the first pureblood vampire. With his new power he grew a following Ahem A cult consisting of seven families, the Merkoin's being some of his most loyal- sworn to find a way to allow him to roam the day, to once again bask in the rays of his holy mother. He feared my bloodline and our ability to roam the day among humans, looked down upon our merciful lifestyle. And so he had us killed after centuries of begrudge loyalty.\"\n\nEliza strolled over towards the window which was shut tightly as not to let any sunlight in, opening the curtain slightly as rays of light fell upon her porcelain skin. Eliza then raised her arms and untied her hair which was in a loose but intricate bun, allowing her wavy dark hair to fall gently onto her shoulders and back. She then looked over at tarin, her red eyes molten pools of ruby as the sun kissed them. \n\n\"I and eventually- my son are all that remain. I saw to it the other families stood out of my way after I rebuilt my families empire... But this hit changes things. I think my cousins need a little visit, I need more information before I move my hand,\"" }, { "author": "Tarin Vo", "message": "While he watched Eliza admire and reminisce while holding her earrings the mercenary found himself caught up staring, simply transfixed on her face. Her skin as smooth as the kiss of moonlight, ruby red eyes harboring more emotion and memory than vast libraries would even dare. Even when she turned to face him he didn't look away, he was too fixated on studying every part of her face that he didn't much notice he was staring. She is simply too...\n\n\"*B-\" The paper being snatched from his hand and her suddenly standing while gasping caught the cursed man off guard, he'd half expected her to not recognize or care for the name but That* Reaction got to him. Enough for him to take a step back while pulling his hand away out of reflex. \"*Boundaries much? Sheesh.\"\n\nCrossing his arms Tarin saw fit to wait and watch, perhaps she would shed some light on the question he'd asked her soon enough. Yet when he saw her expression change, sadness and fear coupled with watering eyes- it cannot be denied that he felt a sense of protectiveness for a moment. A split second desire to see her, someone who he can respect as both person and former adversary, not in such a state as this- she didn't deserve to shed a tear.\n\n* *\n\"Oh no it's an angry blood tear, nevermind.\" He conversed with himself mentally as he saw her expression form into one of anger. Even as she turned her back and then faced him he had not moved, arms crossed with a look of both curiosity and concern blatant on his face.\n\n\"Old legends, stories and theories, but I doubt I know the true story.\" Admittedly he had no clue, he'd heard all the usual fluff stories and legends told by parent to child or around a campfire but he knows that the truth is never as simple as it seems in this world. Hung on every word as Eliza spoke to him Tarin found himself slightly nervous as she drew closer, hopefully this story doesn't involve more bodily injury like her magic did, but once she turned away he found himself longing for a split second.\n\n\"A demigod who's divinity got to his head, punished for his sacrilege and eventually became the first pure blooded vampire and then formed the pure blood families... Intriguing to say the least.\" He understood now, to a basic degree anyway, how vampires have come to be- and now he understands what this was all about, the families are striking out again and likely under papa vamp's orders.\n\nWatching her undo her hair the mercenary found himself transfixed once again, dark flowing hair, sun kissed eyes of red malice and skin porcelain white. The allure of vampires truly is no lie, fiction or old wives tale. Be that as it may Tarin knows such things shouldn't matter to him, they have no reason to, and as such he should focus on what's important- repaying a blood debt.\n\n\"If you need information, I can get it. If you need vampires killed, I can do it. I owe you, twice now infact, and I'm ready to repay that debt in whatever way you see fit. As it stands your family has been attacked once again- act too risky and it'll all come crumbling down- but with a master assassin, hunter and killer at your beck and call... You might not even have to lift a finger.*\"" } ]	419.5	6,291
310.375	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Adelaide Moreau", "message": "This was her least favorite type of job. The Wilted Rose struck down one of the last villagers, cutting off the young woman's scream with a squelch, as her reaper spirit chased down and finished off the few that had managed to run. In this small village not terribly far from the road, she had massacred every single person. Some asshole noble decided the destitute village had been late on their taxes one too many times and had hired Adelaide to make an example of them. Perhaps the noble hadn't exactly asked for Every single Person to be slaughtered, even the children, but the former knight had a hungry group of hosts to feed, and the hundred odd souls would do just fine to keep her literal demons at bay a bit longer.\n\nAddie's face was set in a deep scowl underneath her horned helm. Normally she wouldn't do a job like this without Alexander, but he had found a lead far too promising to pass up, and she could never say no to coin. She tried to push down the errant thoughts and feelings as she wiped the blood off her sword and began to loot whatever might be of any worth off these people and out of their homes, another ask of the noble to make up the taxes. As she stepped out of another home empty-handed, she couldn't stop the images popping up with sudden violence in her mind of armored men doing somewhat the same to her own family when she was younger, but they were all threats and thievery; she meant business. Though it pained her, regardless, to inflict the same fear and suffering on others; a rare moment of empathy for her.\n \n\nTaking a nearby cart and dumping its useless contents, she put on the assorted things of value she had found. Not much, but a few items too big to carry, and her horse was tied up nearby to pull the cart. Blue-green eyes swept over the gorey scene down the village road once more, the frost in her eyes melting for just a moment, before she huffed an exhale and finished securing the goods. Now, to make it back to the noble on the outskirts of Aeterna without catching the attention of any soldiers or do-gooder sorts; she So Detested the do-gooders. But really, she detested most everyone, so they weren't special." }, { "author": "Sasha Olgavia", "message": "It was then when at a distant valley, the visage of a shadowy figure emerged. A figure of a horse-rider appeared on the horizon, a tiny blip on the distance, and yet, equally as ominous as it was mysterious.\n\nThe horse then sped into a gallop, appearing in record time to close the distance with Adelaide. The horse seemed to leave solid tracks in its wake, sliding down what seemed to be a smooth floor that manifested in front of it just a second before the horse landed its feet on the ground.\n\nThe closer the rider got, the more was revealed. It was a woman, dressed up elaborately and also with heavy clothing, despite the warm weather in these areas. The horse seemed to be made out of a blue mineral that reflected the gaze of the sun and the horizon, its mane appearing less as such and more like white snow. \n\nSasha stopped just right before Adelaide, her crystal eyes heavily glaring at her. To say she was livid is an understatement, as well as saying she was staring daggers. If looks could kill, Adelaide would have died eight hundred times over, her soul never resting for the punishment she'll receive.\n\n\"You.\" Sasha revealed her sword, as blue as the crystal-seeming horse she was mounted on. \"I know what you did. Did you think you could get away with that?\"\n\nSasha wasn't the kindest person on the planet. Sure, she had done her fair share of underhanded techniques here and there, and may have ended the careers of some of her magical peers... But murder? A massacre? Even if it meant she'd ascend to godhood, she'd never stoop that low. She was disgusted.\n\n\"You are worthless. You are a blight. Like a rabid dog, I will put you down.\"" }, { "author": "Adelaide Moreau", "message": "It certainly wasn't the first time Adelaide was viewed with hatred and disgust; she felt confident that it wouldn't be the last, either. Whether it was her cold, unforgiving personality or the heartless atrocities she committed on a regular basis, she could count her friends and allies on one hand, without using the whole hand. Being on the receiving end of such ire was nothing new and thus hardly bothered her. The woman that rode up to her Did Look quite impressive. Clearly also a practitioner of the arcane arts and, guessing by her dress and her mount's icy trails, probably a great deal of cold magic, if not exclusively that. As the woman rode up and stopped in front of her, the former knight sighed, dusting off her bloodied gloved hands as if she'd just done a hard day's work and now had to tend to the next thing; and in some ways, those things were true.\n\nEyes just as hard and cold regarded Sasha from within the horned helm, looking her over before an amused chuckle left Addie's lips. \"I'm sure you do. It's not like I tried to hide anything.\" Her tone was frigid, laced with all the irritation of having to deal with something like this immediately, as she gestured around to the carnage in plain sight. \"I get away with things like this all the time, so, yes.\" She said, as if speaking to a stupid child.\n \n\nA true laugh left the redhead at the insults thrown at her, and her voice sounded somewhat amused, \"I thank you for the compliments and have to quite agree. But I think you'll find that I wouldn't stay down even if you Could Kill me.\" Her left eye began to glow purple from the shade of her helm as she drew and planted her chain-wrapped, rune-carved sword's tip into the ground, chanting in infernal. The fresh corpses around them began to jerk and rise, some forming a line between the two women while several others began charging her and her steed. Moving in behind her line of undead, Adelaide took her sword, swinging it above her head, the chain unwrapping and seeking to grasp Sasha and pull her from her horse." }, { "author": "gale44", "message": "Watching my apprentice (Daughter) and my companion (Wife) throw hands" }, { "author": "Sasha Olgavia", "message": "\"Not this time. Never again.\"\n\nJust as the other woman's eyes turned purple, Sasha's own eyes were transformed into a blue, bright light. The wind around them blew a powerful but cold breeze, flakes of snow manifesting in the air. Snow, at this time of the year. Had it not been for her clearly influencing the environment, it would be seen as a curse or an omen by most.\n\nRaising her hand to a fist, the ground from which the undead rose from turned completely solid, transforming the soil from dirt and mud to a solid sheet of ice. The first line of defense Sasha had against the undead, to immobilize them or at the very lot slow them down before they could reach her. Part of her thinks it would be easier to simply end them all and be done with it, but that may be a massive disrespect to the dead. Desecrating the very corpses you're sworn to avenge.\n\nThe practitioner of ice raised a wall of ice at the last second toward the incoming chain, coating it with an additional magic barrier to help with its halting of the flying object. A close call, for the wall was literally inches away from her face. Once the chain was presumably deflected or otherwise disabled, Sasha aimed to bring the attack to her.\n\nThe crystal horse stood on its hind legs with a powerful neigh, then charged forth towards the columns of undead blocking their necromancer master. The steed sped up enough to gain momentum, and for a moment it looked as if Sasha would charge a solid infantry wall head on...\n\nUp until she leapt from her horse and levitated with the help of a \"Cloud\" Of snow, circling above the wall as the steed continued its charge. With this, she attempted to strike back by throwing shards of ice at the knight, sending multiple every time she cast them from her hand." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "WE'RE GONNA CRA- 🗣️" }, { "author": "Adelaide Moreau", "message": "The ice witch's care for respect and propriety left the necromancer with plenty of replacements above the frozen solid ground. When you created and commanded the undead, when you were ostracized, such social niceties held no meaning and often presented themselves as hindrances. Some of the skeletons sticking part way out of the ground simply broke apart, like forearms detaching with a hand skittering off or arms pulling a torso with snapping jaws forward. They wouldn't be of great help, but they would be hindrances nonetheless, which was still beneficial; the strength of less powerful undead lay in their force of numbers. Sweeping her gaze around, left eye still glowing brightly, Adelaide chanted more fervently and quickly, more corpses of the people she'd just murdered beginning to stir, thin layers of ice cracking loudly as they slowly rose. Beneath her helm, her teeth were gritted in a grimace; damned ice mages always freezing the ground!\n\nThe chain thudded impotently into the ice at the last second, and an irritated grunt escaped the former knight. Of course, this arrogant woman would have to Both Interrupt her And Make this harder than it had to be. Watching the horse charge her and her minions, the logical thing to do would have been to move. But she was stubborn to a fault, preferring instead to meet the attack head on. \n \n\nThe Wilted Rose watched with no small amount of admiration, despite her irritation, as the mage began to float above on a cloud of snow; it truly Was Beautiful, even she had to admit. Her undead were easily trampled by the horse but slowed it down long enough for her to pull a stupid, risky move, but one she had to attempt since her ranged options were a bit limited. Pulling her shield quickly off the cart, she managed to block most of the ice shards in the first barrage with it and her plate mail, save for one that stuck in the soft break between metal plates under arm. She dropped her sword and knocked it out, reaching down to grab the skeletal hand and forearm trying to skitter by her feet. She cast blight into the pitiful creature, then flung it straight up at her opponent. If she was lucky, it would at least graze the woman and infect her regardless. If the universe felt like allowing her a small miracle, the hand would grasp onto some part of the woman, perhaps impeding her casting and acting as a ranged spell attack for blight. \n\nAll of this happened in mere minutes, as Adelaide turned her attention back to the horse now about to slam into her. She tried to nimble dodge to the side, but her foot caught on something on the ground and she began to fall; no matter, she could still get a hand on the horse, which was all she really wanted anyway. Grabbing a crystal of its mane, she put all she could muster into a powerful and quick-spreading cast of her blight, the black spiderwebs of its rot beginning to fissure out from where she gripped as it dragged her along.\n\nAfter a moment she let go, hitting the ground with a soft thud. Scrambling to find her feet, she dashed back, eyes on the woman and the horse, to attempt to get her sword. Wishing to take no chances, she spat infernal as she ran, working on the summoning for a lich. Surely some fool among these dead would suffice in life force to use in such a way, even if only as a vessel for a powerful soul." }, { "author": "chiren2178", "message": "Not my best writing, but hopefully it's fun! 🙏🏼" } ]	380.5	2,483
419.333333	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As the sun goes down, the harmonies of the bards rise high above the clouds. Their songs making even the songs dance as they tickle the promises of dreams. Where legends can be born in the very taverns citizens often frequent at. That, should you believe... Names will be etched into books and statues erected in your great honor. Oh how lovely the muse of the instruments are, thrilling as they are seductive in their tunes.\n\nNo tavern can be spared the fantasies of the various adventures. How could they? Somehow information has become wide spread and the chase is on. Nobles from across the countryside, rival cities and many unknown names are posting notes all over the quest boards. Aspiring adventurers seeking out brotherhood, kinship and perhaps love? Whatever the reasons, there is not a single soul that isn't talking about this magical tome, sealed away in a crypt somewhere.\n\n\"You wouldn't find the damn crypt even if it was right in ya mum's back garden!\" A boastful man bellows as he nearly spills his mug of ale, holding it high in cheers with the group he associates with.\n\nLyres play, viols sing, smaller men scowl at the bigger ones. Yet as rugged as the many men are, there are equally those who look as though they never faced hardship in their life. Odd. Seldom do the nobles and common folk mix. Researchers treat one another to drinks, farmers gawk at women well dressed who are too busy gossiping about the knights who could be willing to break their vows for them\n\nYet despite the excitement and chaos. You, dearest adventurers. Are phoenixes waiting to rise from the common flock. Your reasons for getting involved are your own, but you should know better than to keep Iris Lovell from waiting. Very few invest in mercenaries, and this woman has her connections. Connections made with you, connections that need to be proven and built upon.\n\nThe beautiful red head stands at the bar, twirling her hair as her amber-hazel eyes flutter at the bartender who passes her by. Even on work she will indulge, not like she has anything better to do until you, her contracts, show up.\n\nThe plan? Well you don't know it yet, this is your first time meeting her. Whatever she has to say it will be given within your best interest. If you can get a noble on your side then perhaps you will be set for life as she is a very valuable prospect, or partner depending on your own background. But a few things need to be put in order first and that is seeing what she has to say.\n\nWill you be the legends bards will sing about, the rising phoenixes? Or will you fall flat like the rest of these merry individuals hoping to change their lives, all for naught?" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Whoaaaa! So this is what adventuring looks like huh, Merlin?\" The young man that spoke looked almost like a drow- dark skin, white hair and yellowed eyes, but his ears were rounded and there was a certain... Humanness to him that made it clear he was no ordinary drow. Just under six foot and well built, his youthful but rather handsome face was bright with interest as he threw back his baby blue apprentice hood and gazed around the room. Carrying no weapon or seemingly any other form of gear, he did not seem to match the other adventurers with their swords and their armor. Still he reached into a pouch and rolled a golden coin across his fingers, saying, \"I'll get us some drinks!\" \n\nHe came to the bar and ordered three large meads, placing down the coin and carefully counting out his change. It felt good to have real money and be able to spend it, to purchase stuff for others. Getting three meads like this before would have really hurt his pockets. With a cheery thanks, he returned to Merlin and held out a mug. Cullen wasn't sure who their third partner was but he knew three people would be going on this quest. He'd never done a Quest Before. He was brimming with excitement. \n\n\"Merlin, why are we doing training as Mercenaries? Doesn't that seem a little... Backwards? I can't even make a spark, much less cast a spell.\" He said, sheepishly shuffling his feet. What he could do was tap into the powers of Aranea or Atlas- but doing Soul Resonance was exhausting and dangerous to boot. Then his eyes fell on the readheaded woman waiting for them and his eyes widened. \n\n\"She's hot.\" \"She's hot!\" Atlas and Cullen said within his mind in unison, and Aranea grunted in annoyance. \n\n\"And who is our third, are they a mage too? And is that red head lady the one we are looking for? Iris Lovely or something?\"" }, { "author": "Armoured Almonde", "message": "As the bards sang their songs, with a wild audience's attention pulled in with each grand muse. Almonde was one of those figures clapping and swaying her head along with the mighty legends being sang about. The woman was fully armored in white linen padded armor and a steel helmat over her head, the visor was opened revealing a pair of soft blue eyes. A wide smile on her face radiating warmth as warm as a summer sky. Clapping her hands before eventually snapping out of the charming bards lure, dropping a silver coin onto the feet of the proud bards. She'd return her focus on why she arrived here, holding her staff in hand. Making her way towards the bar, as the tower shield on her back knocked the mead out of an dwarf's hand.\n\n```\"By Calisto... Pardon me! I'm so so sorry! Jerry who? I'm not Jerry... Oh you're drunk. The way out? It's there.\"```\n\nAfter a brief conversation with a drunk dwarf that didn't seem too offended by his spilled drink, the devotee eventually found herself near the bar. Her eyes looking for a particular woman, searching her pockets for that note that she copied. Before noticing a red haired woman who had an aura of authority and confidence around her. She could be the quest giver that she searched for.\n\nThe devotee sat herself down nearby, not wanting to bump into someone again. Her face expressive with nerve, joy and glee. Her ears peaked up as Cullen's voice spoke of who the third was and spoke the name of Iris. He become a highlight and a voice that she searched for, until her eyes met with the yellowed eyes of the young man. She'd nervously wave at him, trying to gain his attention among the wild crowds.\n\n```\"Hey- ahem. Greetings, I hear that you are also searching for a certain red haired woman? I would assume we are on the same quest then? It's a pleasure to meet you.\"```\n\nShe said in a genuine tone of hesitation and glee within her voice. Almonde had a few quests prior to this, yet never anything like this." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "\"*All this and more Cullen, we'll take our time with this quest so you can get up to speed at your own pace.\" The old wizard smiled as he puffed from his pipe, sitting across from his newest student Cullen, while he sat in a gnome sized chair floating up from the floor so that he was eye level with his apprentice.\n\n\"Alright dear boy, just a mead if you don't mind.\" Taking another drag from his pipe the old wizard waited patiently for his fried to return, taking the mug with an old man grumble of thanks. Taking a long drink with foam sticking to his beard and mustache the old wizard set his mug down and wiped his mouth with his forearm sleeve.\n\n\"Because this will be wonderful training for your mind and also a good way for me to gauge your potential and abilities. Magical understanding and power will come with time and experience, I can offer plenty of both.\" The old wizard chuckled as he saw the nervousness of Cullen take form. It was understandable really, Merlin thought as he took another drink, but the boy shouldn't worry so much. Merlin has already seen his potential, he knows Cullen can soar high above into the ranks of legends across history- and he will help usher him onto that path.\n\n\"Iris Lovell, yes dear boy. As for our third I am unaware, we will just have to see.\" Taking a puff from his pipe Merlin turned and waited approximately 34 seconds before waving back at Almonde, ready to speak up for Cullen since he was the one originally spoken to anyway." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "As the group trickles in, loud, rhythmic banging against tables can be heard. Barmaids prance as they hold out flower crowns, beckoning any brave boy to try and take it from them. Miss Lovell herself cannot help but laugh at the sight. Her smile is practically perfect, her bangs framing her face like a well cared for painting. Even her voice is music to the ears, low and sensual as her smooth laugh carries through this loud establishment. Her gaze flickering over towards Cullen and Merlin first before spotting Almonde. At first, she thinks the three are just another group of adventurers coming to this tavern to meet with each other. Her deep gaze even dares to hold competition as she smirks at the three, looking down on them as she believes that the bards will soon sing her name for finding this tome. But who could they be discussing? Her ears perks up to the mention of her hair, Iris soon realizing just who they are referring to.\n\nSo she holds up her cup of ale, a devilish smirk soon turning into a welcoming smile as she beckons them closer. A single flick of the coin followed by a wink enticing enough to make the barkeep swoon. She moves towards an empty table a little away from the general crowd. At least as best as she can. The tavern is packed due to the rising excitement of the winter festivals. It's not just* *Her tome* That is attracting crowds.\n\n\"Old man, a short knight and a pretty boy, nice~\"\n\nIris coos to herself as her gaze remains locked onto the trio. A look that soon turns sour when a patron dares to get in her way, her eyes flashing with rage and domination. Causing the gentleman to lower his head as he promptly gets out of her sight. She then leans back in her chair, now waiting for the group to come forwards and approach her. As there is no way a woman of her stature will walk and chase anyone. They came here on her command, not the other way around.\n\nLooks like Iris may be as hot-headed as the passionate colors she adorns. This could make things very exciting or perhaps very difficult for the party. Nonetheless, at least she is willing to pay well and if they succeed, there is nothing to truly lose! Well... Maybe their lives. But who thinks about that at the start of a hopeful adventure?!" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Whoa nice armor! Where'd you get it? Is it custom made? Here this is for you.\" Cullen said rapidly, pushing the mead into her hands. His golden eyes danced from place to place as he tried to focus on everything at once. The only time he'd spent in taverns until a year ago was to work in them, pushing drinks and slicing meat. Now he was actually Part Of the party and wasn't going to be yelled at when he danced with a pretty maiden to get back to work. \n\nThe red headed woman's gaze made his ears burn and he wanted Out Of it and also wanted so much more of it. If he'd learned anything though it was that ladies like her with that kind of energy would eat him alive and spit out the bones. \n\n\"Right right, training and potential.\" He muttered distractedly as he watched the pretty barmaids holding out their flower crowns. \n\n\"Cullen, focus. You're here to learn from the greatest Archmage the Nine Realms has ever known. You'll find plenty of barmaids.\" Aranea chided and he sighed, turning back to the two. \n\n\"I think Iris wants us to come over.\" He said but his legs did not move, the woman's eyes seemed far too intense for him- it nearly reminded him of his step mother. The elven woman was the kind who commanded and expected service, never one who served another. Not a bad trait persay- but always a dangerous one." }, { "author": "Sister Almonde", "message": "As she'd hold the mead into her hands, with surprised expression on her face. The young devotee smiled at the man whom she'd consider her fellow party members, providing a polite nod to the elder gnome as well.\n\n```\"Thank you, but me- mead isn't for me hah. Yes, it was gift from the local blacksmith actually. A pleasure to meet you two. You may call Almonde, a humble nun of Calisto and at your service.\"```\n\nThe woman would introduce herself rather formally to the duo as a giggling woman with a flower crown ran behind her, with a man giving chase. She took note of the two, how their relationship seemed like a teacher and a student. It was both informative and amusing, she took a moment to speak as she'd try to urge the handsome yet distracted man to listen to his elders.\n\n```\"I believe there's great wisdom in his words, I'm sure the pretty barmaids will chase you once you get as wise as your tec- mas- friend here.\"```\n\nSeeing an opportunity, the devotee would attempt to break the ice between her and her fellow adventurers. However, her attention swiftly turned to Cullen as he mentioned Iris. Almonde had failed to properly spot the red haired beauty among the wild crowds.\n\n```\"Oh Calisto, how rude of me. I'll introduce us... Yeah. Shouldn't keep a lady waiting... Especially if they have such an authority around them haha.\"```\n\nAlmonde said as she'd hop off her seat, and carefully made her way towards Iris's table. Moving past a small crowd as she'd promptly introduce herself, with a half fasted bow. Slight embarrassment on her face for not catching her sooner.\n\n```\"A pleasure, Madame. I do hope we didn't keep you waiting. My fellows are right there and eager to meet a lady such as you. Although, it is the... Quest that brings us together. Oh... And I'm Almonde. A pleasure.\"```\n\nThe devotee introduced herself as she'd glance over to Cullen and the devilishly handsome Merlin. She would not some nervousness in her voice, hoping for a good first impression." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "The old mage was content to look towards Iris, returning her smile and nodding towards her to let her know he understood her meaning and gesture to come close to they can talk. He couldn't help but find approval in the fieriness of their soon to be patroness for the quest, it's good to see people still have such distinctive personalities.\n\n\"*Well met Sister Almonde, peace be with you, my name is Merlin Mora. Arch Magos of the Magos Academia.* Merlin bowed his head when Almonde introduced herself, raising his pipe to give a somewhat welcoming salute to the woman to join them on their quest. \n\n\"*Oh I like you already Sister. Hear that Cullen? Once you're as wise as me you'll have pretty ladies chase you. I just pray you're prepared to be old and grey by that time.\" Merlin replied while clapping his friend on the shoulder in jest. \"She wants us to go to __her__ dear boy, come, let's go see what she wants.\"\n\nThe old man stood up from his chair and made his way in tandem with Almonde, gesturing for Cullen to follow along. As they approached, Merlin still puffing on his pipe, the old man waved a hand to Iris. \n\n\"Well met Miss Lovell, a pleasure to finally meet you. Merlin Mora, happy to make your acquaintance.\" The old wizard spoke with a warmth to it akin to a grandfather speaking to his descendants. It seemed as if Merlin was old and wise as he is short." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen followed, his eyebrows knit together. No, no way- Merlin was the one Almonde thought was going to attract the ladies attention? Surely all this was a joke. \n\n\"No he's a very attractive gnome, he's brimming with confidence. If I had a body I'd bed him.\"* Aranea admitted and Cullen pondered if it was possible to perform a lobotomy on himself. Groaning he followed after his new mentor and Almonde the armored woman. She was tiny and so soft spoke and she didn't drink. Nothing made sense. Already he was starting to think he was in over his head. \n\n\"A pleasure to meet you Miss Lovell.\" He said, forcing himself to make eye contact. Atlas was a firm believer that eye contact gave power and he caused Cullen to have a headache from shouting whenever Cullen let his eyes shy away when addressing someone. Atlas claimed it made them look weak." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Seeming content that the group has approached her and not the other way around, Iris continues to smirk as she holds out a hand. Not to shake, such a simple minded gesture would be absolutely beneath her. No, what she wants as a nod to submission so a kiss on her upper hand will do. She can see the hesitancy on the Drow's face, at least she assumes he is one. The sweetness radiating off of Almonde, oh so sugary and then the elder. Wisdom that she can take, his story perhaps the most interesting to her out of the three. For Iris is a woman who seeks knowledge as such feats can bring forth riches no man or woman could possibly dream of.\n\n\"Well met my friends~\" She hums, her voice accented thick from the eastern divisions (think french).\n\"Come, sit! We have much to discuss.\"\n\nCrossing one leg over the other, Iris holds up her empty tankard that a bar-maiden promptly fills. Her eyes now fluttering as she looks away from the trio, her cheeks flushed a faint red. Who knows how long she has been drinking but it is obvious the woman has been enjoying herself. So even if she had to wait, Iris is likely too good in spirits to really harbor over it, let alone blame the party. Upon taking a sip, she lets out a moan of satisfaction before learning forward with her fingers laced in between one another.\n\n\"There are actually supposed to be five of you.\" Iris says as she holds up four fingers.\n\"One is a woman who can create miracle cures and perfume. I buy from her often. Another, I hear is a handsome half-elven man. Though I wonder if his skills in swords play are as good as they say...\"\n\nSo the the party is incomplete, of course it is. By the look on Iris' face, she has no intention of fetching them either. That's where these poor, timely souls come in. Letting out a low chuckle, Iris then pulls out the contract. It's the same writ of quest that the trio has likely seen before on their own time. Yet now she dares to send them on a fetch quest? Typical of nobles.\n\n\"Go get them.\" She playfully commands, almost teasing as if the trio are mere pets for her to meddle with.\n\"The fragrance worker is named Lirien, a human with pretty pink hair that I can only assume she dyes herself. Our mercenary is named Marfyr, the actual half elf- oh how annoying their names are on the tongue.\" Iris then hisses, grumbling under her breath before taking another sip.\n\n\"Any questions? Oh, before you ask where to find them. The woman should be a no duh, look for Potion Shops. As for our sword... A little birdie told me he frequents the Blacksmiths. Probably a part time hobby. If you cannot find them there... Maybe try looking at the general Market District?\"\n\n[Tasi's oh so cool investigation missions]\n[In rp, when quests have you guys investigate. You will be given locations and sites to visit which will be indicated in Bold. You can always split up or go as a group, it doesn't matter. Each one may have information, a trap or the target of which you are looking for. Just make sure you indicate in bold as well of which location you are visiting. Good luck!]" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen was in fact going to ask where to find them, he even had his mouth open. He snapped his teeth shut and nodded as if he totally understood what was going on. There was no way he was gonna kiss her hand, he'd been checking her out a minute ago that just felt weird. Technically he guessed she should be kissing his own anyways, he could hear Aranea humming her approval. He timidly looked away from her hand- good lord she was hot as hell though... Her personality wasn't really his type, and looked over at Merlin and Almonde. He Really Wanted to go find the girl with the pretty hair, but he'd go with whatever the crew wanted. \n\n\"You guys want me to head to the Potion Shop? Shouldn't be too hard, I can grab her and then head to the Market District.\" He said it casually and truth be told, it did sound the easier job. She'd most likely be there and there shouldn't be any danger. He leaned back in his chair and took a deep drink of his mead. \n\nIt felt demeaning to just jump at whatever this woman said but, he'd spent his entire life doing that. He wondered if she would act that way if she knew he was the Archduke of Velaris. He supposed he could have her hung quite easily- but then she'd probably act the same way anyways right? \n\n\"You should let her know and watch her grovel. You'd be surprised how quickly a persons spine vanishes.\" Atlas sneered. Cullen could feel the burn in Atlas- he wanted to Rip This woman limb from limb and gods be damned how she looked. She reminded him of... Something. Cullen couldn't peer any further than that into Atlas' thoughts, they were too guarded past that. \n\n\"If I get this Lilian and you guys get this Malfoy, we can get stepping to the actual not boring stuff pretty quick right?\"" }, { "author": "Sister Almonde", "message": "Taking a seat and sitting straight up, her attention turned towards their employer who was certainly a colorful character in of herself. Seeing her extended hand, she'd hold it before lowering her hewd and pressed her forehead onto her hand. A devotee's kiss of submission and respect.\n\nA hue of concern grew within her blue eyes as she'd realize that Iris is potentially giving them a quest while drunk. Iris showing four fingers instead of two, confirmed that. Yet, Almonde was suspicious of Iris. Was she playing the drunken fool or simply a noble with a deep love of mead. But her eyes were soft and focused, leaning on the table to listen to the details provided.\n\n```\"Alright, after we find them. We are expected to report back to you, here? I do have a few questions. What is the main objective of this quest? Are their any particular troubles that we should be prepared for? What kind of rewards or benefits can we expect upon completing this quest for you? Besides the two party members, can you perhaps provide us with any additional details about the quest? I don't mean to press you but I personally love details as much as... I love your hair.\"```\n\nAlmonde would ask politely with a smile, as she was a devotee of details as she was to Calisto. Having a drunk employer of a noble status was something she could ignore but a lack of details on a potential dangerous quests wasn't someone she could blissfully ignore as the well being of her company was priority even if they were strangers.\n\nUpon hearing Callen speak, her head turned to listen to his suggestion. The devotee gently placed a hand over to Callen's arm as she spoke, three fingers softy placed over it.\n\n```\"Yes, I don't mind. However, I urge to be focused while you bring her to us. We're counting on you, friend. It's often the boring stuff that is the most important haha.\"```\n\nShe'd remove her hands from his arm, as the devotee turned her attention to the Merlin. Her eyes filled with thoughts and ideas before she'd speak.\n\n```\"If we spilt up, we could be more efficient. Cullen wishes to search the potion shop. I recommend to search the blacksmith, he's a friend so if our sword is there than I'll find him. That's where you come in, I think our Arch Magos can search the Market district. Just in case, Cullen and I can't find our company to be? What do you think?\"```" }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "The aged wizard did not move from his position beside Cullen even when Iris extended her hand, he simply took a long drag from his pipe and blew a smoke ring- a smoke ring that changed shape while slowly gliding through the air, turning into a little sailboat as it slowly vanished while passing Iris' hand. A gestures of submission like that is not one Merlin plans to pay to anyone within this modern age. He was there to serve under Scipio himself, the demi-gods and their armies. Perhaps if... His commander, Noctis, was still alive he would be fine with that gesture, but not to some drunken noble.\n\n\"*Ah, complications already? My my, I feel like a young adventurer all over again.\" Merlin chuckled to himself, his own remark quick hilarious in his mind.\n\n\"I see I see. A potion maker with cherry blossom hair and a half elf with a sword arm. Shouldn't be too hard to find them, likely story that they stand out against the common folk.\" Merlin tapped a finger on his chin while he listened to his fellows about their ideas. He is glad to see Cullen is so ready to take initiative, even if the boy is getting a tad ahead of himself, but his mind is swiftly out at ease whenever the Sister began to ask for details- he loves details.\n\n* \n\"Heed the words of the Sister well Cullen. Sometimes the most simple, most basic and most \"Boring\" Of things can prove to be the most important.\" He spoke with a tone of approval and happiness, happy to see someone with some wisdom to themselves, the sister is a nice inclusion to this group. Upon her turning to face Merlin the old mage nodded his head, holding his pipe in his teeth while he dug into his satchel and pulled out his staff.\n\n\"Then I shall take the __Market District.__ If either of you find yourselves in a spot of trouble I want you to say the word \"Archibald\", it'll help you.*\" With a flick of his hand and the glowing of his purple eyes into vibrant orbs of violet light a simple spell was cast on both Cullen and Almonde- upon saying the word Archibald they'll be granted a powerful personal shield- much like shield of faith." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "\"Look at you, taking initiative. I like men who do that, a rarity nowadays.\" Iris scoffs as she gives a smirk over towards Cullen. Then without warning, she lets out a bit of laughter before correcting the man.\n\"Lirien and Marfyr.\"\n\nAs her hand returns to her lap, Iris is found now smirking at Almonde. A woman who can give respect, she likes that too. But as aloof as she is, the noblewoman knows better than to over indulge and as she glances over towards her cup. She quietly mumbles to herself before pushing the cup away. She is at her limits and going any further will likely be bad news for everyone. So she pulls over her bag, grabbing hold of what looks to be a type of wrap filled with tabacco. With a snap of the finger, Iris' thumb alights and she takes a single puff of smoke. Smiling as she does so, the cloud taking shape of a small rabbit before fading away completely.\n\n\"Since he mentioned the market, we can meet there in a couple of hours. It's far too noisy in here and it makes for poor planning.\" She says as she gives a wiggle to her eyebrows.\n\"Then we take a visit to the inn I have been staying at. Sound peachy?\"\n\nHearing their talk of effeciency brings an even brighter to Iris' face. She prefers to work less and given they are quick to jump to problem-solving. Whereas she once looked down upon the trio, it seems now that she can admire the potential of the group. But she dares not to get her hopes up quite yet. Fetching two extra bodies isn't exactly ground breaking. Perhaps she should have told them that their warrior is going to need some convincing- eh, they it'll be a test then! For a brief moment, Iris cannot help but chuckle to the thought as she averts her gaze. One way or another, that half-elf will join her team... Maybe the potion seller will needs some convincing too- they have it, surely.\n\n\"If the two seem hesitant, just mention me. Maybe warm them up a bit, yes? Lirien is shy, distrustful even. Marfyr may have an attitude problem, hates getting bossed around.\" She groans yet again before taking another puff.\n\"Anything else before you three set off?\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"She is just buttering you up, the most dangerous magic a woman can posses is the charm she casts with honeyed words and inviting eyes.\"* Atlas warned and Cullen quickly shut his dropped jaw at her attentions. Then he looked at Almonde and as she passively instructed him not to worry about girl, he deflated a bit. So he was that easy to read huh? Sighing, he sunk into his chair and sipped at his mead more as he listened. \n\nWhat caught his attention was the flame on her thumb. That was pretty, and Merlin's smoke shapes. Could he learn that stuff? He snapped his fingers a few times to no avail. \n\n\"Sure, I'll be at the market in no time flat. Leave the potion lady to me.\" He said, trying to sound more confident than he was. \n\n\"That woman's touch was very gentle- I do not think she is a fighter. Let's hope she is proficient in magic.\" Aranea noted about Almonde." }, { "author": "Sister Almonde", "message": "Almonde seemed rather pleased that Merlin approved with her words, even though they only met a few moments ago. She started to feel as if she was surrounded by old friends, her attention quickly turned to the old mage as he'd cast a spell on her. Taking note of that word, Arch... Hi... Bald... Just think of a Arch Demon saying hi and is bald, she thought to herself. However, her thoughts were put on hold as Iris spoke. Trying her best to remember those names, Marfyr. She'd quietly repeat that name to not forget it.\n\nListening to the woman speak, as her thumbs lights aflame and a cute magic smoke bunny was formed. Man, I wish I could make cool magic tricks like that, she thought to herself. Before switching to focus on the details provided.\n\n```\"Understood. We won't let you down. I think I can manage Marfyr, I believe that's all I need. Ahem, thank you, Madame.\"```\n\nAlmonde said with a soft yet eager tone, the devotee was always so excited for adventures. The young woman hopped off her seat as she'd give Iris, a polite bow before leaning her weight on the table. Leaving now, would be oddly rude yet her eagerness could be seen in her eyes. She'd patiently hear what the wise old gnome had to share or suggest." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "\"*Agreed. I'd say when each of us accomplishes our goal or requires assistance we make for the Market, where I will be, that way we can stay in the loop of information.\"\n\nMerlin replied; agreeing with Iris' plan while noting her magic usage, smiling to himself as he saw Cullen and Almonde both have a look of yearning for just a moment. He knows that Cullen will achieve heights of magic far beyond a simple create flame spell, maybe one day he might even become one of the best... Thoughts and questions for later, he decides. \n\n\"Peachy indeed Miss Iris.\"\n\nThe old mage turned his gaze to Cullen, giving him a small nod that carried a lot of hidden meanings: \"I believe in you. Good luck. I'll be here to help you.\" And then he turned to the sister and bowed his head to her, oddly enough knowing the exact gestures a sister of Calisto would make for a proper thank you. Then he turned back to Iris and simply raised his pipe to her and tipped his head. \n\n\"I will do my best within the market. Good fortune to use all and let this go over smoothly. I'll take my leave then.\"\n\nMerlin turned around, a stream of smoke trailing over his shoulder as he made his way towards the exit of the tavern and began to head for the market- humming a little tone to himself while he thought about the descriptions of the two folk he was given, hopefully they can be found without complication and persuaded to join the group just the same." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "The young man took one last wistful look at the dancing and running barmaids with their flower crowns, his yellow eyes light sunlight filtering through stained glass taking in the gleams and glints of swords and armor. Once he'd been locked away in the kitchens or lingering at the stoops to pickpocket a drunk patron- now he was one of them, one of the crowd, no longer just a parasite but a functioning cog in the machine. It felt good. \n\n\"See ya.\" He said to all three, and got up as well, heading out to find this Potion shop. He hummed to himself and began to wonder just what exactly would happen on his first quest. Surely it would be an easy time and besides- he had Merlin, there was nothing to worry about. This would be a walk in the park." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "Gibby* \"Get cha apples, here! Fresh sweet apples!\"\n\n```A small goblin child can be seen walking the road. Rare to see their kind in the inner workings of society. What's even rarer is that she is not only well dressed, but seems well educated.```\n\n```Then from around the corner an older man, likely in his young 50's. Seems to be in great shape too. His brows raise in slight surprise before his expression becomes flat. He says nothing and simply goes to his stole to look over the blade he must have just finished. Checking it for imperfections...```" }, { "author": "Sister Almonde", "message": "As she made her way arcoss the village, the attention around her would surprise her slightly as the devotee never found herself to be too impressive when compared to other grand adventurers. The armored woman walked with a fast pace, not wanting to get distracted yet stopping to wave at the young-uns. She remembered when her young self first witness a grand paladin in armor, who was she to inspire others. Although, with a closed visor, she was slightly embarrassed by all the attention as men and woman paused to view her.\n\nIt wouldn't be long until her sences were hit by the scent of burning metal and smoke. The devotee entered with a firm knock as to not surprise anyone within, she'd pop her head inside to view the grand blacksmith interior. She could appreciate hard working and dedicated to a craft, as how different is that to her devotion. Her attention turned to an older man, whom she would assume was the local blacksmith. Approaching, she'd open her visor and patiently waited for the man to finish before speaking.\n\n```\"That's quite a blade, I would compliment it but only you would know if it's worthy of it. I am Almonde, I am searching for a mercenary? Half elf man, named Marfyr? I humbly need his services for a quest.\"```\n\nAlmonde spoke as she was straightforward with the man, unsure if using charming words would do anything to him. She stood before him, her staff resting over her shoulder and hee shield on her back.\n\n```\"I heard he is a loyal customer, from my humble quest giver. I can believe that with well kept and organized shop. I know little about blades but I understand hard work... Not that you need my approval by any means haha.\"```\n\nShe spoke with a softer tone as her eyes began to search the area, that was until the devotee went to check the man's ears. No, he didn't look like a half elf. Just a handsome and rugged human man." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "When he had parted from Merlin, Cullen walked with his hands in the pockets of his baby blue apprentices robe and seemed to be talking to himself. \n\n\"I spy with my little eye... Something... Black.\" \n\nThe cat.\" Atlas said with a sigh. \n\n\"Fuck how did you know?\" \n\n\"Im in your head moron.\" \n\n\"Right.\" \n\nHaving two other people as not just voices, but active participants in his head was strange. They could see and hear, talk to him and each other and had all their memories. When he resonated with their souls, something he'd only done a few times- he could experienced their memories as if they were his own and use their powers with the same skill as them. It was... Strange. \n\nWhile not resonating he could sense their powers and tap into both of their mana pools but it felt... Weird. Like using a muscle that had been asleep for a very long time. \n\nAs he strolled, he began to practice the summon technique of Araneas magical talent: Re/Armament. \n\n\"Re... Armament!\" He said, clenching his fist just as the word ended to where a handle of a blade would fit. Nothing happened. He tried again and again as he walked and once there was a shimmer of space- then nothing. It felt hopeless. All he could do to defend himself was use the pistol he had tucked inside his robe. \n\nAs he crawled through the brush, he raised his head and his eyes widened. Like something out of a storybook, the little potion shop was quaint and smelled kind of flowery. Maybe rosemary, he used it as an oil when he did his massages. \n\n\"Check this place out!\" He said, walking over to the fountain and looking at his reflection in the water. Reaching into his pouch he pulled out a copper coin and tossed it into the water. He made his wish (which was of course that his mother was safe back in Velaris) and closed his eyes to offer up a prayer to whatever god was listening. He'd never really been religious but, Aranea was so he thought he'd honor her. She hummed in gratitude and Atlas gagged in disgust. \n\n\"Okay... Helloo\n\nOooo! I'm looking for a Liveria?\" He said, knocking on the door of the potion shop and peeking through the door window if it had one." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "The old wizard waved a hand goodbye to the sister and to his soon to be student, giving Cullen a nod of reassurance before he went on his way.\n\n\"A market... Should be lively, I wonder if I could get some supplies while I'm searching... Hm, that's a good idea.\"\n\nMerlin began to walk through the market, sighing a little once he realized he was up to the hips of most everyone there- being a shorter than average gnome is sometimes quite a bother. With a snap of his fingers a pair of pitch black ravens and two cats as dark as the void appear from the shadows underneath the cloak of the wizard. The birds hop from under him and then take to the skies, already knowing their objective while the cats begin to scamper through the crowds- his eyes and ears above and below.\n\nThe little wizard hummed to himself with pride as he watched the ravens soars overhead, whatever they saw he was also able to see- same goes for the cats. A simple summoning spell with knowledge and sense transference. He's quite proud of it honestly- what's this now? \n\nThe wizard turned his attention to the little goblin child walking the road, making an audible \"Hm\" Sound out of sheer curiosity. Did she just say apples?\n\n\"Oh an apple would be lovely right about now... Maybe everyone else would appreciate one too.\" With a happy smile and a quick detour in his plans, he is still technically looking thanks to his summons, but he walks towards the goblin child and waves to her. \n\n\"*Hello little one! I hear you're selling apples, I would love to purchase six if you please!\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen picked up the note and turned it over in his hands. Realistically the smartest thing to do was just to wait- it would take longer wandering around the woods trying to find some hippie plant potion maker lady than it would to just sit around. Tucking the paper back onto the door, he put his hands on his hips and looked around the open space. \n\n\"Maybe she's a witch and she was secretly that cat.\" He said out loud. \n\n\"Thats stupid.\"* \n\"Thats stupid.\" \n\nThe two voices that agreed on nothing spoke in perfect unison and he sighed. It would be a lot more fun to go chasing after cute cats than wander into the woods at night. There could be wolves or something in there, squirrels with rabies or bogarts that look like his stepfather. Scratching his chin, he peered at each path. \n\nShe made potions and had a lot of plants- if she was gathering that meant she was probably grabbing stuff to put in her potion stuff- but what did witches put into potions? His kind drifted to the stories of frog legs and fish eyes, waggamog mushrooms and the bottled sounds of nature. So the Eastern stream It was. \n\nGrumbling, he marched his way down the side path, jealous that Merlin and the armored short woman probably had it way easier." }, { "author": "Sister Almonde", "message": "Her body language began to betray her as she'd nervously fudge her fingers as the man's cold gaze fell on her. Is it getting hot in here, she wondered. She began to carefully listen to the blacksmith, unaware of how she came arcoss and how suspicious she looked. Almonde began to think over her mistakes, and placed herself in the position of the man to see if she can salvage her bad first impression. The nun was a pure soul yet wasn't the most silver tongues woman out there.\n\n````\"Oh heavens, where are my manners. I should respect my elders. My name is Sister Almonde Ragger, I'm a nun of the Church of Calisto... And an expert at bad first impressions as you observed. My quest giver would be Iris Lovell, we are forming a party of five. A party to find a magical tome that grants wishes.\"```\n\nAlmonde spoke with a nervous smile, as she'd attempt to meet the man's gaze as the tensions rose. Despite the situation, he seemed to be a man of honor and protective of his clients so the devotee saw some light in him. Taking a deep breath, she'd look him in the eyes as she'd spoke.\n\n```\"Listen, I'm not going to try to charm you with honey words or trick you with deceptive questions. I'll be blunt and straightforward with you, Sir. I need to find this man or we won't be able to face this challenging quest. If the rumors are true, it is my duty as a devotee of Calisto to ensure that this wish granting item isn't put in the wrong hands. It's most likely a dangerous magic item, it's my holy duty protect and heal. Imagine what would happen if a troubled soul had a wish? I fear that people may get hurt.\"```\n\nAlmonde spoke with honesty in her voice, she wasn't the seductive bard or the silver tongued noble. She was a devotee first and foremost, speaking true. The woman seemed more relaxed despite the tense and heavy air. The bold woman took a step forward to the blacksmith.\n\n```\"That is the truth and why I am here. I may sound rude or suspicious, but I simply fear the idea of other adventurers finding that tome. It must be either destroyed or placed in safe hands, I will do what is best even if I have to go against my quest giver. That's the blunt black and white of it. I don't intend to seduce you or charm you with my words, if you wish for me to leave than I shall respect your request.\"```" }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "\"*Thank you my dear.\"\n\nThe old mage offered a kind smile, glad to see that his patronage brought some cheer to the girls life. In a world where happiness can seem rare and completely unattainable at times it brings the aged wizard a feeling of joy that he can be the one to bring those small shreds of happiness to lives around him. With a kind smile Merlin took the bag of apples before he began to dip into his coin purse. \n\n\"Rare to see a gnome aye? I feel the same way, seeing a kind goblin selling apples with a bright smile isn't something you see often either. I guess we've both been surprised today Hm?\" Merlin offered some kindness, somehow finding out what the goblin girl had been thinking about, before he took out a platinum piece and placed it in the girls hand before curling her fingers so she would hold it.\n\n\"Just an old man out for a walk is all. I hope my friends enjoy the apples, I know I sure will... Oh, and speaking of friends, two of them have wandered off on me. A woman with pink hair, she's a potion maker. And an elf with a sword on his hip. You wouldn't happen to have seen anyone like those two around here would you?\"\n\nMerlin attempted to speak as if he was just a simple gnome out with friends, hoping that the little goblin girl doesn't have to get wrapped up in the quest and missions being undertaken by knowing too much- it's been a problem before. But, as the little girl introduced herself the wizard tipped his head in a bow. \n\n\"Your momma must be wise then- those are good manners to have little one. It's nice to meet you Giddy, my name is Merlin, Merlin Mora.\"" }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "```Potion Shop```\n\nThe cat, a witch? Well that would not be a first and given how mischievous their kind are, it would suit them well. But is the potion seller a witch? Perhaps, perhaps not. Iris is seeking her out for a reason and merchants make poor adventure partners. But perhaps this woman is special. She has to be if she was hand selected. Everyone in this group has a role to play, even if they are not all entirely made aware. But one can hope that the cat isn't this Lirien, otherwise she will be a lost opportunity... And no one wants to report back to Iris that they had failed.\n\nIt's getting colder and upon making his way towards the stream, he would have to go through intense thickets. Some portions of the ground are already icy over, making navigation a bit more difficult. But his suffering at least will have some pay offs. As he draws closer towards the sound of the stream. The sound of rushing water will soon be changed by angelic humming. Valkyries maybe? Or perhaps there really is a witch and Cullen is walking straight into a trap. He'll never make it back to the group in time at this rate should he be ambushed.\n\nThankfully there is nothing to be worried about, at least at first glance. The sound of humming becomes louder as he draws closer and soon a silhouette contrasting the moonlight can be seen. Cherry blossom hair, a rather large witch hat and a golden gaze locked onto picking small plants from the side of the stream. She doesn't even seem to notice Cullen at first until she sets some of the plant matter in a few jars. This causes her to double take and the woman lets out a small gasp as she quickly jumps to her feet.\n\nLirien?* \"He-hello? Can I help you?\" She promptly snaps, seeming a bit unappreciative of being snuck up on. What a pretty thing she is." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "\"*Nothing to thank me for young one, consider it a gift, smiles and kindness can take you a long way in this life. Never lose your cheer, it brings joy to more than you'd believe.\"\n\nWise words from an old man with a smile on his face like a grandfather who's proud of his grandkids accomplishments- Merlin, who's lived on Aeterna for decades, can appreciate the good people of this world. At the notice of the tear filled eyes Merlin really focused in on what the girl had to say, taking his pipe from his lips and tapping it on his staff before placing it within his satchel.\n\n\"Oh poor dear, your mother, goodness me.\" Right then and there Merlin knew what he had to do. \"The woods you say? Thank you. I'd love to speak with your Uncle if you'll have me.\"\n\nThe old mage listened with intent, nodding his head to Giddy so as to show that he is paying attention and once she is done Merlin just smiled. \n\n\"I wish I had the time my little friend, perhaps some other time. But, I would love to speak with your uncle if possible.\" He kept hidden the fact that he also plans to Health the mother* While he is also there, a small act of kindness he can offer to a family that seems to be a little down on their luck." }, { "author": "Sister Almonde", "message": "The devotee simply stood there as the man's cold gaze turned to his book, learning his name. She felt some progress in this situation, either his work is so amazing that adventurers ignore his attitude or perhaps Almonde pushed the wrong buttons. She listen to Gunnar as he spoke, ignoring his intimidating scars and markings.\n\n```\"Because I am not tempted by desire or greed, it's in my vo- wait did you say sick sister? Help me find him, so I can heal his sister's sickness. He can decide after that, to tell me to go away or join me. Either way, he will have a healthy sister and I will have kept my vows.\"```\n\nAlmonde said as she saw an opportunity, this man was a brink wall and even caused some frustration within her. However, she would chose her words carefully as this man seemed on edge. She'd rest her hands on her hips, as she spoke with a calm manner.\n\n```\"I understand where your coming from, that noble wasn't the nicest of folks. But, I don't intend to die for her beliefs, I will meet my end on my own beliefs. I know I am asking for trust, when it needs to be earned. But, if I fail to do this, Iris will just replace me and get some other young Adventurer to bother you. Pleasd help me now, I promise to heal his sister's sickness regardless if he agrees to join or not. It's my duty after all, to protect and serve. Pretty please?\"```\n\nAlmonde asked with puppy eyes as she'd try her best shot at convincing the blacksmith to help her. She couldn't really think of a better way, she had no charm spells or even knew the blacksmith enough to properly convince him. She began to wonder how the others were doing, Cullen was probably enjoying the company of a pretty lady while the old gnome was probably enjoying a snack. She'd begin pleading with the blacksmith.\n\n```\"Come on, Gunnar? Do I really look like a threat to a mercenary of all things? Give me a chance here. Iris will probably just send another adventurer to sniff him out. At least with me... He ends up with cured and healthy sister?\"```" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Oh wow she is pretty.\" Cullen thought to himself, and Aranea agreed. Atlas however was oddly silent- but it wasn't good. It was a dangerous, hateful silence. Frowning at that peculiarity, it took him a moment to catch her question. He rubbed the back of his head and shrugged before answering. \n\n\"What's up? The note on the door said you'd gone off gathering supplies- normally I'd just wait but I'm kind of supposed to hurry. See I'm with Iris, some redheaded noble lady. You were supposed to go on a quest with us.\" He said, glancing around the wooded area and brushing some dirt off his baby blue robe. \n\n\"You have a nice voice, are you in the choir or something? You should join one, you carry a tune really well!\" He said, beaming at her as he ignores her snappy tone. His mom had always jumped if you snuck up behind her too quiet- even if you weren't sneaking at all. As if it were his own fault she'd been lost in her own world. Not like Cullen had been trying to be quiet anyways. \n\nHe crouched at the edge of the stream and watched tadpoles swim past. \n\n\"Need help collecting anything so we can get back to the party?\" He asked, seemingly fascinated with the wildlife. Truth of it was that he Was And found the area quite charming. Secretly he hoped she'd say yes, she was super easy on the eyes if not really his type and this place was relaxing. Running a gloved hand through his white hair- the Drow but not a Drow young man seemed to nearly dance in and out of the shadows, all the while carrying a bright and interested expression." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "```The Markets and Blacksmiths```\n\nThe goblin child cannot help but smile to the point her cheeks are starting to hurt. With a single sigh, out rushes her bottled emotions and her mind becomes clear. As she looks ahead, determination fills her dark brown orbs. Everything is going to be alright and that is thanks to this stranger. Her gaze then flickers down towards her apples at little Giddy cannot help but be even more giddy about this situation. She then tosses him another apple. This time with a brighter grin as she gives another click to her heels.\n\nGiddy \"My treat, for the road. Come on, it's not far!\"\n\nWithout another word, the goblin rushes forward past Merlin. No one gets in her way and as this little ball of sunshine runs. The crowds begin to split, making way so that the roads are not blocked. She doesn't trail too far though. Though the assumption is fair, Merlin is very... Very old. So she doesn't want to tire the old man out. Is it cruel for thinking that? Perhaps, but her eyes keep looking towards his staff which she imagines he needs to use as a cane. In fact, it reminds Giddy to keep her excitement in check.\n\n*Meanwhile inside the Blacksmiths...\n\nGunnar only shows a small portion of surprise to the woman's sudden plea. She makes bold claims and for a moment he scoffs. Who is she to say that she is not tempted by desire or greed. How many nuns did he charm in his day? How many devotees did he say backstab their supposed brothers they had laid claim to protect, only to change at the sight of coin. At first his lip quivers in frustration but he keeps it down for now, sucking on his teeth.\n\nBut then Almonde plays into... Cuteness? Gunnar has to double take as he is completely caught off guard. This time he is truly blind sided and he promptly averts his gaze, grumbling under his breath. She has a point, Iris will stop at nothing to pester the poor lad. This causes him to scoff, throwing his hands in the air.\n\nGunnar* \"Fine! Go follow the road up east, where all of the small cottages are. He lives with his sister who has been ill. Has a nasty cough, heart is weak. Her little girl has been trying to save up to get her treatment. But that potion seller is evasive.\"\n\nHe continues to huff before walking past Almonde, unable to look at her.\n\nGunnar \"And your armor needs polishing.\"\n\nAn odd man, but hey! At least Almonde has a lead now! Not just the devotee, but Merlin as well. As the two will be headed to the same location. Little Giddy bringing the gnome along with her. All while Almonde has a clear path forward. This is good news! The two will meet on the road. So all that is left is getting that potion seller and most importantly, convincing this mercenary to join in on their cause, whatever it may be." }, { "author": "Sister Almonde", "message": "The devotee would be surprised by the man's sudden scoffs and frustration, her eyes would beam out with joy as Gunnar would finally give her a lead. As the large man would walk past her, she'd open her arms to quickly hug the man.\n\n```\"Oh thank you very much, Gunnar! You're the best! I'll be sure to recommend all my friends to come here since you're the best darn blacksmith ever! Take care and Calisto bless you!\"```\n\nAlmonde said with glee, before quickly retreating from her hug. The woman would have liked to have stayed and learned more about this man, but she had people to cure and hearts to strengthen. She'd wave the blacksmith goodbye as the devotee began to bolt towards the road up the east, as her metal armor began to clung and thund. There was a little girl in need of healing, and from how the man spoke of her condition... It was serious.\n\n```\"Alright... Small cottages. Remember Almonde, be nice and smooth. Nice. Smooth. Smart.\"```\n\nShe'd repeat to herself after taking a moment to catch her breath on the road. The devotee would notice a pair of two short people in front of her in a distance, a gnome and a goblin. Before realizing that gnome was Merlin himself, it seemed like they'd walk the same word. The devotee began to run like a mad woman in armor to catch up with the two, before stopping not too far from behind them.\n\n```\"Merlin! Hey! Didn't expect to see you here.\"```\n\nThe devotee said out of breath as her body was rising in heat, she'd hope to not surprised the duo by her overly wild behavior. She'd politely wave at the young goblin child." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "\"*Lead the way little one!!\"\n\nThe Wizard gave a loud chuckle as the caught the apple and followed along with the determined the excited Giddy. Using some mild wind magic to propel his steps the old man is able to keep relative pace with the goblin child, saying his usual- \"Oh pardon, pardon me, excuse me, thank you kindly, pardon-\" As he made his way through the crowds and after her.\n\nAs the pair made their way down the road Merlin began to wonder if his fellows had found as much success as he has in these endeavors- he knows that Almonde can handle herself but he also hopes the same holds true for Cullen. Despite his novice status when it comes to the dealings of these things the old man has a feeling his charge will find success- with a heart as good as his he believes truly that Cullen will make it far.\n\nOnce he heard the voice of one he's familiar with Merlin turned over his shoulder and smiled, waving a hand at his fellow and calling out to her.\n\n\"Sister! I hope all is well for you, I didn't expect to see you either. My new friend, Giddy, was leading me to her mother and uncles home- she says her uncle might have some information about the elven man we are looking for. Are you headed in the same direction?\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Uh huh.\" He said, looking at her through the dark. \"I'm gonna be real honest with you lady, I can't remember what we are here for. Some magical something or other.\" He admits, trying to catch a baby hopping frog in his gloved hands. Damn he'd almost had that one. Frog legs could be good, with the right seasoning they really weren't bad, but none of the ones around here were remotely big enough for a snack. \n\n\"Well if you say so. Let's get back then, Evie.\" He said, bouncing to his feet and dusting off his leather pants. The young man took the lead and began to walk, singing to himself about some road that went ever one, and whipping his head left and right to catch fireflies blinking in and out. \n\n\n\"You've got a nice spot out here. They don't have anything like this in the Eternal City. Would have been nice to come home to this- being left alone all the time wouldnt have been so bad.\" He murmured, half to her and half to himself. Still he ignored her hesitations, stutters and stammers. Maybe she was just socially awkward, maybe she was a bit daft, maybe she was just nervous. Whatever it was addressing it would only make it worse- he'd been pushing wares and hustling the streets and working people long enough to know that." }, { "author": "Sister Almonde", "message": "As she'd approach the wizard and his goblin guide, the devotee took a moment to look around the roads as she'd wonder if Cullen was nearby. Upon realizing that he would not be around, she'd return her attention to Merlin.\n\n```\"Oh its a pleasure to meet you, Giddy. I am indeed heading to our half elf friend. The blacksmith informed me that he lives in the east path where some small cottages are. Apparently, he has a sick sister. Weak heart and coughing. So I'd hope to heal and cure her. Best, we chose our words carefully and not be insensitive. Perhaps this uncle could help us locate their home heh.\"```\n\nAlmonde said with a smile, resting her hand on her hip. She'd take a moment to take a knee and politely shake the hand of Giddy, if she was comfortable enough.\n\n```\"Any news on our boy Cullen? I don't see him around. Oh and I'm doing great. Hopefully, you're having a blessed evening yourself. But i think that's obvious when you found such an adorable new friend.\"```\n\nThe devotee said while looking down at Giddy with a smile. She'd begin to wonder how Cullen is doing, would Merlin or Cullen had a better time with Gunnar? Maybe or maybe not. The devotee would begin following the pair." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "```On the Road to Good Faith and Health```\n\nIn an attempt to hug him, Gunnar almost immediately puts up his guard again. Staring through Almonde as if ripping her apart with only his gaze alone. A woman's scornful look brings forth a reign for fury. But the blacksmiths cruel and hateful gaze knows no bounds. His lip quivers in annoyance again as he turns his head, making a sound akin to disgust. A bit cruel but the blacksmith must have his reasons for keeping his distance. He slams the door behind him so violently, that a few tools fall from the shelves across the room.\n\n...Mission success? Well Almonde is is one piece so it must be. She can breathe easy soon at least, for a familiar face will soon arrive. She can likely hear the happy humming of the goblin child before she even sees the two. The little one beaming with joy as she now holds onto Merlin's hand. It's mostly to keep herself in check. She would have long run laps around the town by now with how energetic she is.\n\nGiddy* \"Hello! Names-a Giddy!\" She chirps in introductions upon realizing the two know each other.\n\"Any friend of Mister Merlin is a friend of mine!\"\n\nNodding in approval as she circles a few laps around Almonde. She then grins ear to ear, clapping in response.\n\nGiddy \"Mother will get better and I am bringing unc' a wife!\"\n\nThe child then wildly giggles as she dashes forwards down the road. Leaving the two behind but not getting so far out of eyesight that she cannot be seen. Hard to miss a goblin as bubbly as her anyways. This will allow them some time to talk alone. But the home is not far either. Plain earthen tone rooftops, a worn down door. Giddy's family is not rich but she is not poor either. Though who is to really make assumptions on a family's struggle? That very door soon opens with a distant grunt, large but empty garden pots in the hands of a rather dashing looking fellow. He seems flustered given he has to carry such large pots.\n\nThough the duo are still a little ways away. The man seems to be more human than elven, though his fae blood can be seen in subtle features. The perfect pale skin, the enchanting green eyes and the lean tall build he possesses. Even geared up now, there are household chores to be done and if he doesn't wish to lose his head by his sister's command, he best do them.\n\nWhat is most important is that he looks a bit bothered, stressed even. If Iris has been harrassing him, this could be a touchy matter especially since his sister is involved." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Sighing, he couldn't help but lament that this was kind of a drag. He had hoped to be learning some spells by now and that Merlin would have him on the path to becoming the ruler his people needed him to be. Yet here he was fetching some potion maker woman for a quest to get some magic item or some other. \n\n\"Is it likely that important? She's a noble- all nobles think their quests are likely very important. Still I was sent after you, my companions were sent after a swordsman. If it's difficult to understand I can try to explain it another way?\" He said, trying to be kind. She really had to be quite daft, as horrible as that was to think. Instead he tried to give her an encouraging smile. \n\n\"My names Cullen, I'm trying to become an Apprentice Mage at the Magios Academia.\" He said, looking down at his sky blue robes. When the black cat appears again he peers at it and frowns, his brow furrowing as he watched it act so friendly to Esme. What the heck? Was there something wrong with him? Did he stink? Did it not like his vibe? \n\n\"I saw that cat before, is it yours?\" He asked, hands clasped behind his back as they walked." }, { "author": "Sister Almonde", "message": "As she'd watch the bubbly goblin child bolt off, she'd gleefully wave off the child as the cottages came to view. Having a moment to herself and Merlin, she'd take the opportunity to ask her companion about the tome. At the same time, she wondered what the goblin child meant by bringing her uncle a wife.\n\n```\"I'm aware that we did not have a lot of time to discuss, but I was curious to ask about this tome. From what I've heard, it grants wishes. I wanted to ask if you know anything about it? My knowledge on magical items and their secrets are nothing comparef to you haha, I'm sure of it.\"```\n\nAlmonde wanted to hear the Arch Mago's opinion on their quest and more specifically the quest item. She was not an academy student by any means, but was concerned about the power of such an item. To give wishes to a noble would be the equivalent of giving her, the world. Iris could potentially wish for great power, peace or even destruction. The devotee hardly knew the woman, hence she'd grow cautious about their quest.\n\n\nUpon getting closer to the humble home, her attention turned to the dashing fellow with a armful of pots. His bothered and stressed out appearance reminded her of Gunnar. She'd turn her attention to Merlin, whom she'd assume was far wiser than her.\n\n```\"Remember what Iris said, he is not one to be ordered around. His sister is sick and may have an attitude problem.\"```\n\nAfter giving the older gnome, a polite heads up. She'd attempt her hand at diplomacy and carefully approached the man, whom she'd assume was the mercenary that they'd had been searching for. Politely waving and waiting for him to finish his chores.\n.\n\n```\"Greetings, good sir. I am Sister Almonde of the Church Calisto, Goddess of Health? I heard that someone had a sickness, coughing and a weak heart? I've been sent by Gunnar, the blacksmith to potentially cure and heal them. It's my vow after all, haha. I do hope you forgive my sudden appearance, but I'm just here to ensure that they do not have the plague and to heal them.\"```\n\nAlmonde spoke with a calm and official sounding tone, searching her pockets for a healing potion and holding her staff. She'd hope to gain his trust before even mentioning Iris first, once they heal the sister then maybe he would be more likely to speak on it. Hopefully.\n\n```\"This handsome fellow is Merlin, hoping to find a skilled sword for his adventure. But that's hardly important now, could you show me where your sister is? I simply wish to ensure her safety and health, maybe ask a few questions if you are her brother. It's just about her symptoms, so I can get an idea of what exactly caused this sickness.\"```" }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "Merlin smiled and waved at Giddy as she took off, wondering exactly what she meant by bringing Unc a wife.\n\n\"*Oh come come now sister, no need to put yourself down like that. I know my fair share of magical items indeed but this one- well, I'm just as lost as a first year student, I haven't a clue. This quest has two meanings for me, one is to test Cullen and see if he has what it takes to join my academy, the second is I wish to get a chance to read that tome and understand it's magic.\"\n\nIn truth Merlin wishes to claim the tomb for himself and then destroy it the moment he sees it, wish magic should never be allowed to fall into the hands of anyone in his opinion, even his own. But those true thoughts can be saved for later, once the two approached the home and Merlin was able to fully see the uncle he nodded with a reply to what Almonde told him.\n\n\"I remember my dear, thank you.\" The old mage replied kindly, before he was about to speak up a tad more so the uncle could hear him, while he walked closer and waved a hand. But, the sister beat him to it.\n\nGiven that Almonde said basically everything that was needed to be said, even the information Merlin himself had planned to share about his reasons for being there, so the old wizard just waited with a smile." }, { "author": "Sister Almonde", "message": "The devotee thought of Merlin's words for a moment as she'd approach the house. Simply to test his student and to research the tome, this caused her to ponder. Surely, someone like Iris wouldn't be the trusting sort. The woman must have an ace up her sleeve, a way to keep her adventurers on a tight leash. They haven't even begun their adventure to the time's location yet so many questions were left lingering in her head.\n\nAs they entered the home, the devotee realized that the uncle was Marfyr himself, she'd had expected to see a family of goblins. She'd simply smile as the child greeted her uncle so warmly, putting the pieces together to realize that Marfyr's sister was probably the adoptive mother of the young goblin. Her eyes widened at the mention of a platinum, quite a generous donation from the wizard. However her attention turned to the loud and rough coughing, she'd softly smile at the man.\n\n```\"Hmm, a weak heart. Show us to her, I have a few vials of medication that could help and I am sure a wizard of great power will also come in handy. After you, Sir.\"```\n\nShe said with a calm and warm tone, her hands searching her large pockets to ensure her equipment and healing vials were in order. Her head motioned for Merlin to follow with, as she'd be a fool to not bring a wise gnome like him.\n\n```\"Giddy, sweetheart. Don't worry, okay? Me and Mr Merlin will make sure your mama is taken care of. Just play for a little bit, she'd be happy and healthy in no time.\"```\n\nThe devotee took a moment to speak to the child, knowing how stressful it can be for someone in her shoes. The woman kneeled herself down to gently pat the girl's head before finally entering the home." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "The old wizard stood in silence, content to listen and observe those around him as he usually does. It made him happy to see Giddy so excited to see her Uncle and tell him about the adventures of her day and the good news she brought with her. It always does, seeing the goodness that remains in the hearts of people, it never fails to bring a sense of pride and joy to the ancient gnome.\n\nMerlin just gave a small and kind nod of his head to Marfyr, noticing the pain that his sisters condition brings to him. He'd seen far too many siblings, even just people in general, who would dismiss such a thing and not care to try and help or care for those close to them. Seeing the look within Giddy and Marfyr's eyes told him exactly what he needed to know- Good people.\n\n\"A weak heart... Poor dear.\"\n\nFollowing behind Almonde the old wizard turned for a moment, hoping that his charge was doing well in his own endeavors- perhaps he should go tend to Cullen and allow the sister to work, he assumes she can handle herself... But, he made a promise to Giddy and he shall not go back on his word. So, with a small prayer to Starri to look over Cullen the old wizard turned and followed the Devotee into the house." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen looked at her sideways as they walked, his eyebrows climbing higher and higher on his face as she spoke. How the hell did she go from talking about a cat that she found around an accident to leaks in her weave? What weave? Did she make baskets too? \n\nThen he realized that she must be talking about some sort of imaginary friends. Maybe she'd gone crazy out in these woods. Growing up a city kid, he knew nothing about spirits more than just fairy tales. Sure this woman was very pretty and all but it was impossible to hold a straight conversation with her. \n\n\"Oh yes! We definitely shouldn't acknowledge them we wouldn't want the spirits to become real.\" He said politely, trying to give her an encouraging smile even as he cringed inside. This poor woman, isolated- no wonder she didn't have a husband with how pretty she was. Cullen reminded himself not to use any of her 'potions', for all her knew they'd be goat piss and firefly juice or something.\n\n\"Well hello Midnight, how good to meet you.\" He said towards the cat, trying to humor this lady. He didn't want her to feel embarrassed if she realized he couldn't see what she saw. Why did she Used* To feed the cat? Did she get tired of it coming around or something? \n\n\"Oh good look! We're almost to the shop. Careful-\" He whispered to her, \"There's a heebie jeebie watching from behind that tree. Don't look though, it might slip into reality.\" \n\nPlaying along, sure she'd enjoy him seeing what she 'saw', he hurried along towards the shop eager to get back to the crew and not have to be alone too much longer with this unhinged potion lady. Maybe she'd inhaled too many fumes." }, { "author": "tasi_bee", "message": "```On the Road to Good Faith and Health```\n\nMarfyr \"Gids, can you do me a favor?\"\n\nGiddy \"Yeah?\"\n\nMarfyr \"Set up some soil in those pots for me? Elaena would appreciate it if those were done before she got up.\"\n\nThe man is gentle with the goblin, even taking a knee and placing a kiss on her forehead. It seems to be that he wishes to shield the child. Healing comes with great costs at times and not every spell is without pain. If his beloved sister may need to experience pain before bouncing back to full health. He would rather the girl see the aftermath. But Giddy seems unsure but as Almonde reassures her, she puts up a forced smile and gives her uncle a hug before running off. This does not completely ease her and the man knows it. But it should be enough for now. As he comes to a stand, her gestures forwards and begins showing them to where his sister is.\n\nMarfyr \"If you actually heal her... I will have no reason to reject Iris' request.\" He says begrudgingly.\n\nInside, the small home is a but dreary in appearance compared to the outer portion. The walls are a mottled grey and while the wooden floors seem well kept for the most part. There is a strange sense of emptiness as not a single decoration is to be found. The loveseats look as though they had not been touched in years. Yet to their right, the loud coughing can be heard again and Marfyr rushes to the room. Inside, a single bed set for a single body. A woman who looks to be similar in age if not the same all together lay within it. Her eyes sunken, her breathing raspy. A hand placed on her chest as she smiles.\n\nElaena \"Did I hear others Marfyr?\" The woman weakly calls out, extending a hand out to clutch onto her brother's.\n\nMarfyr \"You did... Sister they are here to help-\"\n\nElaena \"How much did it cost? We are saving for Giddy's education don't you dare forget that.\"\n\nSilence... Marfyr thinking back to the platinum Giddy had gotten from Merlin. He slowly looks over his shoulder at the two strangers, eyes pleading before turning his gaze back to his concerned sister.\n\nMarfyr \"They are here to help, they are good people.\"\n\n```The Potion Seller```\n\nAs the two walk in brief silence, Lirien seems to appreciate his lack of talking... Until words fall from his mouth and irritation very much is now showing. Is he... Is he mocking her? At first her lips part to say something but she ultimately decides against it. He wants to be foolish at this time of night? Fine. As her gaze turns into a sharp glare, the woman simply stops walking. He has to just be daft, there is no way he would dare to not only insult her but play with fire. Her grip tightens around her satchel and now she will just watch, all while mentally cursing at his ignorance.\n\nIdiot...\n\n*MrEoOoOW!\n\nA cat once sweet, all black coated in midnight who looks at though it could not swat a fly. Now lets out a demonic call, eyes coating its once pure body. Its fur matted, its head slightly mangled as the creature's form becomes slightly incorporeal. It stops rubbing against Lirien's boot and each pupil thins at the sight of Cullen. All eyes, like a spider, set upon him and him only. It even walks through Lirien's legs and slowly inches closer, its teeth gnarled as it has been acknowledged.\n\nIt is seen...\n\nIt is real...\n\nIt is alive...\n\nLirien only gives a shake to her head at this, hitting the meanest* Face she could ever make. Her annoyance is clear and now she will have to deal with his actions and the consequences of them. What part of do not acknowledge the spirits did he not understand? What part of the weave being active did he not get? Her nostrils flare as she briefly closes her eyes. This lad... He is perfect prey for spirits who wish to haunt the living. Which bodes the question... Why are the the spirits so active as of late?\n\n*MEOOEEROOWWW!\n\nOh that's right, the cat. As it continues to stalk closer, Lirien debates on whether or not she should intervene. A man getting haunted by a cat is a bit cruel. She would not allow such a thing to happen. But he needs to understand why she warned him the way she did. So... She's just going to pretend she doesn't see it, for now.\n\nLirien* \"Oh look! The shop!\" She chirps out, suddenly turning towards the fading lights in the distance.\n\"I was teasing, no spirits actually exist out here!\" She continues to equally mock, turning on her heels as she sneers before her expression drops and Lirien is rolling her eyes.\nLirien \"I am dropping off my things! Then we go meet Iris! You don't get heeby jeebies in the woods at night do you?!\" Lirien then continues to call back as she walks off." }, { "author": "Sister Almonde", "message": "A smile grew and her eyes lit up with joy, as she'd witness the sweet mercenary kiss the goblin child. The woman's body language radiating a sence of tenderness and warmth to the sight. She couldn't help but say.\n\n```\"Awww...\"```\n\nThe devotee was both happy yet surprised at the level of love that this little family had. However, she'd quickly realize why the child was asked to leave with a task. She'd assume the mercenary would be a coin counting killer, yet a kind man stood before her. As Marfyr begrudgingly made a fair exchange, a nervous chuckle escaped her lips.\n\n```\"Haha... Deal.\"```\n\nAs she followed the man, her blue eyes scanned the house before her. That one platinum would certainly help their situation, if anything, this quest should pay the man well enough too. She'd patiently wait and listen to the siblings speak.\n\n```\"Ah, you must be the beloved Mama I've heard about. Let me help for free heh, but forgive me if I come arcoss as bossy in your own home.\"```\n\nAlmonde began to place her shield on the ground against a wall, her hands beginning to unstrap her helmat off. She had a good idea of what to do, step by step as the experienced healer had dealt with weak hearts and terrible coughing before. She'd open her hip satchel, as the nun made her way towards the bed. Kneeling down to get a closer look at the woman, arriving at the opposite side of Marfyr.\n\n```\"First things first, you need to drink this special concoction. A mix of chamomile, lavender and horehound. I have a full bottle here, you need to take this regularly even until the bottle is finished. Three tablespoons a day, after breakfast... Lunch and dinner.\"```\n." }, { "author": "sister_garuda", "message": "SFThe devotee explained in a calm tone, as her hands pulled out a fat vial of a yellow liquid with traces of lavender, chamomile and some horehound inside the liquid. This was a regular medication for those who'd breath in toxic gas or dungeon air, it should be good for the weak woman's lungs. The devotee continued her explaining as she'd pull out a spoon, slowly pouring the liquid into the spoon.\n\n```\"Just a tea spoon, shallow. It's not bitter so heads up.\"```\n\nShould the woman cooperate, she'd be given the medication gently. After that, the woman reached for her staff. Lifting the staff over the woman's chest as she'd begin a concentrated prayer on the woman's lungs and heart. Using the magical energy to infuse with the woman's body, to strengthen and restore her weak heart.\n\n```\"O Merciful Mother of Health and Vitality, hear my words of prayer and love, soothe and embrace your child's heart, extend your warm hand on lift them up and draw their weakness away, replace it with your blessing and strength. As you may.\"```\n\nThe staff began to glow a soft yellow as the light focused its magic into the woman's chest. The devotee would focus her efforts on soothing her heart and lungs, a determined hue in her eyes." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "The old sage followed and listened in serene silence, content to simply observe those around him even as they entered the house and soon found themselves entering the room where Giddy's mother lay. He heard the words spoken about the little goblins education, it brought a warm smile to the wizards face.\n\n\"*No charge ma'am, we're just helping a friend who's mother is in need.\" Merlin replied softly as he allowed the Sister to take the lead with the healing- as he believed was best, she is a healer after all, and to take away her duties with a flick of his hand and the magic he was gifted... No, he cannot allow that. While the sister preformed her rites and rituals, offered the medicines to the woman and spoke with kindness the old wizard found himself approving indeed. With his gift, his eyes, he was able to see and understand the workings of the Sisters magic. It was good, pure, healing. And so, as he often does, Merlin allowed some of his own magical energy to assist the sister in her endeavors- making sure she has enough power to finish her task at hand...\n\nThe gnome turned his attentions to the man who had guided and let them into his home, a figure that Giddy seemed to respect and love and a man with the goodness and kindness in his heart to help save for a little girl's education.\n\n* \n\"Dear boy, I overheard what was said about Giddy's education.\" Reaching into his satchel the old wizard pulled a coin purse from it. \"This may seem strange to those who are unaccustomed to such things... Kindness and compassion are so hard to find these days... Hopefully I can change that for you and your family.\" \n\nTaking Marfyr's hand in his own Merlin laid the coin purse in his grasp before curling his fingers with his free hand.\n\n\"See to it that she gets the best education possible... And see to it her and her mother are well taken care of.\" Inside the heavy coin purse is enough gold pieces to buy a good home within the Imperial City itself. \"If any of you find yourselves down on hard times, please, do not hesitate to reach out to me.\"\n\nTaking Marfyr by the hands the old wizard did not elaborate further nor allow for time to object- he merely guided the man with him towards the Sister and Elaena.\n\n\"Come, let us be present when a miracle is given to us this day.*\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Wow that was the biggest owl I've Ever* Seen!\" He said, and she'd realize that because he thought she was beyond loco, he'd let his attention drift to other things. First he'd noted the strange pattern the fireflies flew in, then he'd thought he saw a small flickering lantern in the distance- probably an ace man, and then he really had seen a massive owl take off and fly deeper into the forest. \n\nAt the first hellish meow his head twitched but he was still looking for the owl. He silently thought that the thing sounded pretty rough, and planned to tell her later in as simple terms as possible that she should take it to a doctor to get checked out. Maybe it had swallowed an acorn. \n\nAt the second nightmarish noise, he still has not noticed it's transformation or approach. Instead he reaches into his pocket to look for a fucking lozenge or something to give the poor creature, maybe it could lick the hard candy and get some medicine out of it. They'd shown him lozenges back in Velaris and he'd taken a huge bag with him, they really soothed the throat. Ah shit he'd left his waterskin at the last inn- what if he got thirsty while looking for the tome thing? \n\nHe was about to look at the cat to give it a piece of bacon he'd stored in his coat pocket to feed to a cute critter when she spoke. \n\n\"Oh!\" He said and burst out laughing as she mocks him, unaware she was being sarcastic. After all he hadn't seen the cat, and so as he followed after her he continues to laugh. \n\n\"I thought you were serious about seeing spirits and stuff! Oh man, you really had me going. Yeah that sounds great I'll wait outside, you know you should really get this cat checked out by a doctor. The black cat that was rubbing your leg, cuz yeesh it sounds awful.\" Shaking his head and pitying the poor creature, he decided if they made money off this quest he'd use it to go get the poor kitty looked at. He tossed the bacon in the direction of the cat as they reached the shop and put his hand over his e\n\nYes to peer down the dark lane he'd traveled along. \n\n\"Hope I haven't taken too long. Hurry up in there Linzie!\" He called out to Lirien, still peering away from the shop and the cat spirit, entirely unaware.\n\nAs the cat vanished, he looked around for it with concern. If it was sick then he wanted to take it to the vet. Oh well, he determined that after the quest he'd come back and find it and get it the care it needed, even if this potion woman was willing to neglect it. She was so... Cold. Either was daft, crazy or just plain malicious. Had she really just been talking about spirits and stuff to try and make him scared? Maybe she really was a witch, a bad one... He had to keep his guard up around her. \n\n\"Alright, let's go.\" He said curtly, frustrated about her disregard of the sick cat. The young man's long legs carried him in quick strides and he didn't seem to care if she kept up or not, he kept his hands firmly by his side but notably not in his pockets- ready to use. His high leather boots had runes that were currently inactive engraved into them, curious as well. As they got further and further down the lane, he sighed and decided that talking to her was at least necessary. \n\n\"Is this tome going to be dangerous?\" He asked, slowing down enough so they could hold at least a decent conversation. Still upset about her malice towards the poor creature, yet perhaps if she wasn't crazy and was just mean, she'd know something. He hadn't really had interest in her input because he'd thought her too aloof, but now... \n\n\"If it is, are you sure you want to go?\"" }, { "author": "Sister Almonde", "message": "The devotee sat herself next to the bed, thankful that Elaena was willing to take her medicine and treatment. She watched carefully to see how the woman would react to the herbal medicine, seeing a positive reaction to it. It would take a few days but she was sure that the sister was on an easier path to recovery. Cleaning her spoon, she'd listen to the woman's concerns about Iris. That name began to be infamous at this point, first the Blacksmith and now Elaena. There were a few red flags with her client, but there was no helping it.\n\n```\"We cannot lie, Iris did send us but you may rest assured that we help by our own choice. We could use Marfyr's help.\"```\n\nUpon hearing Merlin's kind offer and donation, her smile grew from his generosity. Even if they failed to bring the mercenary, she was content by the pair simply helping a loving family. The wizard's kindness would be remembered, it was rather rare to find a man dedicated to magic that held such kindness and generosity but perhaps the child's chance of education sparked his interest, she wondered.\n\n```\"That's very kind of Arch Magos, May the Pantheons bless you.\"```\n\nThe devotee said as she'd rub her eyes slightly, as the kind act was beginning to make her teary. Forcing herself to not cry in this situation of all things, the devotee was a emotional girl. Letting out a deep breath, she'd control herself and focused on their task at hand. As the siblings began their argument, it was very clear that Elaena simply cared for her brother's safety.\n\n```\"I can respect and understand your concerns about your brother, I really can. Your protective nature and love between you two is a blessing to witness heh. We will respect your decision in the end but please hear us out for a moment?\"```\n.\n\nAlmonde said with a calm voice that held some hesitation in them, she sat and pondered. Wondering how she could convince the woman, in the end, she didn't have the proper planning or finer details in hand. She'd try her best to attempt a persuasion skills, feeling slightly guilty that she had to do this.\n\n```\"We have an organized plan and a very powerful team of adventurers, take our Arch Magos for example. We have an experienced potion maker, a clever and sharp wizard scholar and potentially we'll have a great fighter in our party. We have taken great effort and caution to ensure his safety, making sure we all are blessed by a powerful protective spell and making all the right preparations to minimize any risks.\"```\n\nAlmonde explained to the best of her ability, although she spoke with a calm and seemly honest tone. Despite being unsure on a few parts, most of it was true. They had a powerful wizard and his student who seemed to treat this quest as a lesson, a potion maker whose potions could be effective. And her, a healer. It seemed like a solid party... For the unknown. Her head turned to Merlin as she'd hope that he could be a better man to persuade the loving sister." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "The Arch Magos remained silent for the duration of the conversation and the sisters explanation of the plan and situation the group has found themselves in. Once the Sister turned to him Merlin spoke softly, wisely and with conviction.\n\n\"*Your brother is a fine warrior, his skill are needed that much is true. It is also true that something could befall him and that fact is always present... But, such a thing could happy any day. Sickness, injury, fate- they always arrive no matter how much you aim to stay away and steer clear of it. But the other undeniable fact is that your brother will be alongside us, he will have our aid and we will have his. If he was chosen to be part of this ordeal than that speaks to his talents more than I myself can. Ultimately the decision stands with him alone, but...\"\n\nMerlin drew closer and placed a careful hand on Elaena's and smiled to her, like a grandfather reassuring those that came after him in life. The same way he tries to treat everyone, a way to show his care for Aeterna and those who live within it. \n\n\"- I hope he will have the faith of his sister alongside him as well.*\" \n\nThe old wizard quietly and calmly smiled, pat the woman's hand while he stood and then made his way outside. Merlin took up a seat once he left the house, summoning a simple chair for him to his place on, and he sighed like an old man as he was finally able to give his aching feet a rest. Now it is time to wait and see who will leave the house and embark on this quest." } ]	383	20,128
275.25	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Piaras/Eleus", "message": "ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝔽. 𝕋𝕠𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕/𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕦𝕤 ℍ. ℂ𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕟\n\nCountless shops lined the bustling streets of Scipiones, competing with each other for business with eye-catching signs intended to lure you in. One shop, in particular, didn't seem to be using the same tactic as the others, as the sign almost blended into the shop itself. The sign was simple yet elegant, with gold lettering against a white background reading two words- apparel tailor. It was one of the fancier-looking shops, with expensive decor in the windows and a few extravagent garments hanging on a rack visible from the outside. \n\nInside, an equally expensive-looking man stood at a mannequin, carefully placing pins on a beautifully made vest. He wore a purple vest with gold accents on top of a white tunic, and a handmade gold brooch rested on his vest. His straight hair was dark brown, almost black, and sat at shoulder-length, causing him to need to tuck it behind his ears when working. He had an intensely focused gaze as he worked, pinning fabric in place neatly. \n\nHis store was quaint, but it wasn't awkward or cramped. He had enough money to move to a larger location, of course, but he didn't want to go through all the effort. He was perfectly content where he was, and his business was far from suffering. \n\nMuch too focused on his work, he didn't notice the ding of the bell above his door as someone walked in. He continued pinning things in place, muttering to himself about measurements as he did so." }, { "author": "Mesut Baevyr", "message": "Mesut had been searching around for a good tailor around the streets of the Capitol for about a week, and he believed he'd finally found it, walking into the composed and elegant tailor shop. He preferred shopping at establishments with less overstimulating aesthetics, and when he walked in, he took a deep breath, suddenly aware of the contrast between himself and this shop. \n\nHe felt sort of out of place, so dark among the marble and gold of the tailor. Mesut cringed as the bell of the door rang, regretting walking in just a little. He looked around, the darker suits and ensembles catching his eye, and he stalked over, his hooves clacking against the floor. The suits and such were incredibly well made, all with different themes and styles. Some seemed to be more detailed than others at first glance, and he quickly realized none of these suits would work well with his hooved lower half. \n\nMesut, however, was not discouraged. Tieflings weren't common here, so it wasn't surprising. He decided to try and find the tailor of this shop, first checking the desk at the front. Nobody in sight. \n\n\"Hey, anyone home?\" He asked, sort of leaning over the desk to look into the back." }, { "author": "Piaras/Eleus", "message": "ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝔽. 𝕋𝕠𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕/𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕦𝕤 ℍ. ℂ𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕟\n\nStartled by the voice in the other room, Piaras's steady hand jerked for a moment, almost ripping the fabric of the vest he was working on. Despite this, he composed himself, pushing the pin into its cushion and straightening himself so he was no longer leaning over his work. He muttered to himself, upset that he hadn't heard the ding of the bell. He always greeted customers first.\n\n\"Just a moment!\" He called, quickly tidying his appearance before wandering into the main room. He took a seat at his desk, motioning for the other to do the same. There were two chairs in front of the desk, sturdy and comfortable-looking. Piaras politely smiled before speaking again. \"Hello, what are you looking for today?\"\n\nAs he waited for an answer, he subtly observed the man in front of him. There weren't many tieflings in the area, so he wondered where he was from. He had managed to hide it earlier, but he was quite shocked when he first saw the other in his shop. He wasn't afraid or disturbed by any means, just a little surprised at the sight." }, { "author": "Mesut Baevyr", "message": "Mesut smiled back, slightly nervous, trying to mirror the tailors expression. \"Sorry for just walking in, I wasn't sure if there was an appointment system in place. I'm looking to get fitted for a suit that would work with me and um. My appendages.\" He states, standing up and gesturing at his hooves and tail. Mesuts tail flicks, and he looks back up and smiles at the tailor. \n\n\"Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't even gotten your name and I've already tried to put you to work! My bad. I'm Mesut.\" \n\nMesut leans down holding out a friendly hand for the tailor to shake." } ]	286.5	1,101
343.5	2024-02-08	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Kallista \| Drakonrider", "message": "It was bustling afternoon in the city of Dragonborns. Not one Lizardfolk was seen, as they were hardly tolerated. However, other outsiders were looked upon but not turned away. Children played games in the muddy streets, and locals traveled across the City to run their errands. The City was lively, but eerie in appearance. It was quite chilly out, and swampy like most of Weyian. \n\nAn outsider walked the streets, but in truth, she really wasn't an outsider. She stuck near the buildings, seemingly looking for something. Her eyes came upon a poster nailed to a nearby wall. The contents of the contract were written sloppily in Furian, but at the bottom, the same description is written in Common Imperial. The same poster was nailed to walls all over the city, so more would see it. Kallista ripped the poster from where it hung, skimming over the description as she continued walking. The poster held information about a monster that needed killing, within the swamplands. Beneath the written description was a sloppy sketch of what was supposed to be a big water serpent. \n\nIt read: An ancient swamp serpent has been devouring all who pass through the swamplands. It will strike when you least expect it. Whoever slays this monster will have the gracious reward of two thousand gold. The creature is rumored to be fifty feet long, covered in large green scales, four eyes, and an extremely poisonous bite. Bring proof of demise to the local Tavern to receive your reward. Best of luck. \n\nIt was simple enough. Kallista folded the parchment in half, walking along as if to start the hunt. It wouldn't be difficult, as she, Gravis, and Igni have slain bigger and worse. It was fascinating how much people would pay to get rid of such a simple monster. Kallista eyed her surroundings warily, as sometimes there was Competition. It was to be expected." }, { "author": "Stefan Kalkus", "message": "He was supposed to look at the contract, Stefan reminded himself when he started his walk down the street towards the place he had last seen the poster on the wall. In truth, he had no clue what the words on the poster had said, but after a conversation with a passerby and some snide remarks about how He Wouldn't dare take on a contract like that, he had decided that he knew enough. It was a contract, and that meant money. It had a monster drawn on it. That meant reputation. \n\nDespite finding himself sleeping much later than intended at the nearest inn, Stefan still smelled like sour ale. In truth, he was more concerned that he did not yet have a splitting headache. A poor start to the day, and likely a worse start to the contract. But, that would not be the end to the misfortune that was following him that afternoon. He came from the other end of the street from the one Kallista had walked. Looking along the wall, he frowned when he realized the poster was not there. He stopped and put his hands on his hips, wondering for a moment if he was truly just so out of it that he did not find it at first.\n\nWhen he looked down the street, however, and saw an individual walking with purpose away from him with a folded parchment in hand, he realized his mistake. He was too late. Or, rather, that was what he assumed others would think. Not him. He was not going to let this opportunity go. Catching the wary gaze, Stefan started to speed walk towards Kallista, seemingly unaware of the implications of a gruff man with a sword on his belt approaching someone in such a rush.\n\n\"Hey, you! That's my contract!\" He called out, without the slightest implication that he may take 'no' as an answer." }, { "author": "Alexander Hendrix", "message": "The Ardent Knight Was also within the city, after a decent nights rest he decided it was time to take on another job- his coin purse had grown a little too light for his liking, so once he left the inn he'd been staying at Alexander spotted a poster board and made his way over. Quickly skimming the various jobs posted he settled on one that struck his curiosity, a monster slaying job.\n\n\"Not my usual pick but the pay is good, it should be fine, I've had worse.\" The Paladin tore the poster off the board and turned on his heels, walking towards the exit of the city- not bothering to stop even when other adventurers warned him of the beasts ferocity and poisonous bite- that wouldn't deter him from his goals.\n\nUpon noticing a pair of, what he assumes is fellow adventurers, beginning a conversation Alexander looked over towards them. As Stefan drew closer to Kallista and called out to her he understood what was about to take place, either someone too brash to understand that it's first come first serve or someone too late and not willing to let it go. Either way it's cut the paladin made his way to the exit of the city regardless, hand resting on the pommel of the sword at his hip just to be safe.\n\n\"She looks like she can handle herself, best to let them handle it- I wonder what's going to happen.\"\n\nHe intends to walk past the two, not one to intrude on a conversation he's not part of, but the likelihood of one of them stopping him grows by the second as the very same bounty is held within the paladins right hand." }, { "author": "Kallista \| Drakonrider", "message": "As if expecting it, the Monster Hunter stopped in her tracks as Stefan speed walked toward her. She gripped the parchment in hand tightly, turning toward him. Her gaze was no longer wary, but unsettling and hostile at slightest. Her stare burned into the man before her, it evident she wasn't taking no for an answer either. Kallista drummed her fingers on the grip of her sword, a sarcastic smirk coming across her face as she spoke. \n\n\"Your contract? I don't think so. Step aside, and I might let you live,\" She said firmly in the common tongue. Her hand tightened on the grip of the sword sheathed at her side, as she waited for a response. Locals had the instinct to clear out of the area of the brewing argument, going around and not getting involved. \n\nIn the corner of her eye, she spotted someone not too far away. Kallista turned her head toward the Paladin, the jewelry hanging off her curled horns swinging with the movement, her gaze going to the parchment in his right hand. It was likely the same contract, considering there was many hanging around the city. That was quite irritating. \n\n\"And you? You took the contract, as well?\" She called out, looking to Stefan and Alexander, back and forth. To get a head start on things, before she resolved this situation, she got Vaenyx' attention through their telepathic link, the benefits of a Drakon bond. \n\"Where are you?\" \n\"Just outside the city. What's going on?\" \n\"Start patrolling the marshes, look for any sign of a fifty foot long serpent and report back if you find anything.\" \n\"Got it,\" Was the reply, the Drakon asking no further questions.\nKallista mentally turned her attention back to the tension, prepared to fight for the contract. It was a gracious reward, after all. She wasn't backing down." }, { "author": "Stefan Kalkus", "message": "\"Ah, I see, you've been mistaken. The contract is mine.\" Stefan said, a smile growing on his face despite the hostile gaze from the woman in front of him. He keps his hands placed on his hips, his own land inching towards his sword. \"I was just on my way to grab it. It's mine. How about you just hand it over before there's any ugliness?\" He cooed, the smile still growing on his face. Clearly he had no idea what he was actually getting himself into, nor did he seem to have any qualms about what he did not know.\n\nWhen Kallista turned her head towards the Paladin, Stefan glanced down at the parchment in her hand. Slowly. His hand reached out towards it, but as she turned her head back between him and the Paladin he quickly put his hand back on his hip, giving her as innocent a look as he could muster. \n\n\"See? The contract isn't just yours.\" He said, nodding his head towards Alexander. \"Isn't it obvious that it isn't just Yours? Come now, I'm sure there's a way we can make this work.\" Stefan looked around at the people who were walking around them, most of whom seemed to be avoiding eye contact and avoiding the confrontation in general. \n\n\"Don't make me make a scene, ma'am. It makes people uncomfortable, and I'm not in the mood to make a scene today. You don't look like someone who wants a lot of attention, and he,\" Stefan pointed over to Alexander,\"Really Looks like a sourpuss. None of us want to cause a scene.\"" }, { "author": "Alexander Hendrix", "message": "\"*Mind your tongue.\"\n\nThe Paladin replied as he looked over at Stefan, his tone one of absolution and firmness. Given the black and gold armor, sword and shield adored with holy iconography of the God of Vengeance it's easy to assume this man is not one for games.\n\nHis orange tinted eyed held within them a devoted malice only fit for a hardened paladin, one who would not allow himself nor a kind looking woman to be subjected to the foolishness of arrogance. Turning gaze towards Kallista his eyes, expression and tone immediately softened into a much kinder- almost formal, manner. \n\n\"Indeed. I saw it was posted all over and assumed it was urgent, but if you have already taken the contract I can find another.\" The Paladin patted the coin purse on his hip, only a few coins jingle from within. \"The bounty is quite a large sum and in order to make it back to the Eternal City before the year is over I need plenty of funds for the road... But, I'm sure I can find another job or two that can get me the coin I need. I'm not one to take the contract of someone who claimed it before myself. If you'll excuse me.\"\n\nWith a slight bow, often seen in the courts of the Eternal Empire, the Paladin turned on his heels and began to walk back towards the cities bounty boards. With a small flick of his hand the poster he had moments ago fluttered into the air and then burst into flames." }, { "author": "Kallista \| Drakonrider", "message": "Kallista nearly rolled her eyes at Stefan's reply, determined if something wasn't done quickly, it would end in violence. Not that she wasn't willing to show violence, it wasn't a good look for herself with the locals around. She clearly got to the contract before Stefan, but not before Alexander, it seemed. There was a solution, but it wasn't something she entirely wanted to do, but it would work. \n\nWhen turning back and forth between them, she caught a glimpse of Stefan's hand movement. Immediately, she put the poster inside the satchel at her side, to solve that. It would not be taken from her. Yes, there was a way to make it work, but she didn't want to admit that. Looking back to Alexander, she looked him up and down, raising a brow slightly at his armor and weapons. Interesting. \n\nKallista heard both of them out, not saying a word until they said their piece. Hesitantly, she took her hand off the grip of her weapon, letting it rest at her side. Sighing deeply, she spoke up immediately as Alexander began walking away, the poster he had bursting into flames. \n\n\"No, you- wait. We're not done here,\" She called to Alexander, her tone firm but gentler. \"We can make it work,\" She paused again, looking to Stefan. \"I propose... We Could* Take on the job together and split the reward?\" She couldn't believe she was saying it, but she was. People needed the money, she understood that. \n\n\"Do you both know what you're getting into? It will not be easy to take down. If you both agree to working together, let's go. I already started on locating the serpent,\" She said, not elaborating on the last part. Her gaze was no longer hostile, but firm instead." }, { "author": "Stefan Kalkus", "message": "Watching Kallista put the parchment into her satchel, the man practically frowned at her, at least for a moment. Clearly he was willing to simply take it from her if the opportunity arose, but with that opportunity gone, it seemed that he would have to play along.\n\nOn a normal day Stefan would likely have seemed a little more relaxed that Kallista's hand was no longer on the grip of her weapon, but in the state that he was in, his demeanor did not change. In truth, he wasn't even entirely sure he Wasn't Still under the influence. His smile stayed plastered on his face at the proposal of trying to take on the job together. Now that was something he could work with, especially since he was not entirely certain what the contract even Said.\n\n\"That sounds like a deal to me.\" Stefan looked over to Alexander, his smile still unwavering, \"Don't you go and say no now. You're outvoted, and you seem like a man who cared about diplomacy. Don't be corrupt.\" \n\nAt the final words from Kallista, Stefan nodded confidently and without further thought. \"Yeah, yeah. I know what I'm getting into, that's why I looked for the damn contract. We go, find the serpent, and kill it.\" After a moment, he seemed to realize the last part of what she said. \"Wait, what do you mean you already started looking for it?\"" }, { "author": "Alexander Hendrix", "message": "\"*Hm?\" The Paladin turned around, a look of simple curiosity on his face. \"It's possible, I'm not apposed.\"\n\nTurning fully to the both of them Alexander took a few steps closer while nodding his head. \"Indeed. If fought manner of beast like this before during my days in the Imperial Army. Shouldn't be a problem, you both look plenty capable anyway and I can provide healing as necessary.\"\n\nHis gaze shifted over to Stefan, immediately turning to one of harshness and judgement. \"Do not make a habit of speaking to me in such a way, if not for the kindness of this lady I would smite you where you stand for your insolence.\"\n\nIt seems apparent this Paladin does not approve or nor appreciate assumptions being made about him or his way of thinking or acting, but when he looked back towards Kallista all hostility was gone from his gaze- a hand brought up and placed on his chest plate as a greeting.\n\n\"Thank you for the opportunity and kindness, Miss, I will not forget it. My name is Alexander, Alexander Hendrix, pleased to meet you.\"" }, { "author": "Kallista \| Drakonrider", "message": "While relaxing hold on her weapon, she didn't entirely let down her guard, especially with how Stefan's demeanor didn't change. If something happened, anything at all, she would be ready. She had hundreds of years of experience with backstabbers. One could never be too careful. While pleased to hear Stefan agree, his actions going forward would determine trust. \n\nShe nodded in acknowledgement in response to being prepared to face what was to come. She didn't assume whether they were monster hunters or not, therefore ensuring beforehand if they were prepared, regardless of experience. \"Good to know,\" She replied in Alexander's direction before turning back to Stefan in regard to his last question. \"You will find out, soon enough.\" Her eyes glinted strangely, her tone unrelenting. \n\nMost were terrified when they met Vaenyx, due to his size and threats. He was quite vocal about those. Looking back and forth between the two again, Stefan was indeed being rather rude to the Paladin. When Alexander introduced himself, she nodded in his direction, taking note of his name and armor again. \n\n\"A pleasure, Alexander. My name is Kallista, Kallista Demseis.\" Her name was well known enough, as the leader of a monster hunting guild containing three members, but they were efficiant. \"And your name?\" She asked Stefan. After asking, Vaenyx's deep voice filled her head again. \n\"Saelys.\"* \n\"Yes? What did you find?\" \n\"There's major water movement in a section of the swamplands.\" \n\"Good.\" \n\"Let me know once you have left the city, and I will guide you.\" \n\"Thank you.\" \nThe Drakon fell silent in her head once again, and Kallista's expression changed slightly. \n\n\"We should get going. My lead is ready to guide us to the Swamp Serpent.\"" }, { "author": "Stefan Kalkus", "message": "\"Soon enough? You know, you could just let us know now and be done with it.\" Stefan complained, though he didn't press the issue much more after that. Despite his usual lack of common sense, he did know that it would be a bad idea to piss someone off Too Much after doing him a kindness. She didn't have to share the contract after all, and he was sure this extra help, whatever it was, would be useful in the end. \n\n\"My name is Stefan Kalkus. I'd say it's a pleasure, but I'm not entirely certain you feel the same, so I'll hold off on that for now.\" He joked, though his tone was a little snide, and he cast a quick glare over to Alexander. The man crossed his arms, glancing to Alexander once again, resisting the urge to mock him in front of his face. He didn't seem the type to require much pestering before things went awry. \n\n\"I suppose we should get going. Say, how far exactly is this swamp anyway? I'm.. New to the area.\" He said after a moment of hesitation, not wanting to sound Entirely Like he didn't know what he was getting himself into." }, { "author": "Alexander Hendrix", "message": "\"*The pleasure is all mine, the famed monster hunter Kallista Demseis in the flesh. It's an honor, your reputation precedes you.\" Alexander replied to the monster hunter, giving another slight bow to show his respects to the famed slayer.\n\n\"By lead I assume you mean your battle beast, I can sense their power from here, what a mighty one indeed.\" The paladin replied to Kallista once more, seemingly aware of presence of the drakon. In truth he had heard the wing beats all the way back in town, a skill picked up from his days as a warrior in the armies of the empire- his sense have been fine tuned.\n\n\"Tsk.\" A sharp click of his tongue. \"If you had bothered to make it on time to retrieve the bounty poster and or had the wherewithal to read it you'd know full well what we are hunting-\" The Paladin turned to face Stefan after the man had glared at him for a moment. \"-an ancient swamp serpent rumored to be fifty feet long, large green scales, four eyes and a bite so poisonous a mere drop could kill a full cohort of men.\"\n\nHe did not remove his gaze from Stefan for a moment, annoyed and angered by the blatant arrogance and childish attitude of one who should call themselves a bounty hunter. Men like this enrage the Paladin for men like this are how his family were slain, arrogant and foolish, never taking the time to fully prepare themselves and willing to walk headlong into danger seemingly without care. An annoyance Alexander has no issues dealing with if his ire is drawn.\n\n\"Let us be off.\" Finally speaking the Ardent Knight then turned to Kallista. \"Lead on my friend.*\"" } ]	354.5	4,122
379.4	2024-05-06	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Pride", "message": "It didn't take long before word reached the ear of the White Lion that a battle had taken place in his very own city, his bastion and home, the place he'd swore to protect in earnest nearly four millennia ago. Upon the arrival information to him the demigod made haste back to the city, he would not dare stay on the front while the fear of further violence and destruction grew greater within his mind. It only took a few hours before the White Lion and his legion returned to the city, already investigating the location the supposed battle took its place. Within a few minutes Ikabad found the scent and they began to track it, sending off his legion to reinforce the city guard until further notice- effectively putting the Eternal City into lockdown while he strode out past the gates to find who broke the relative peace his city has known.\n\nIkabad strode lazily towards Red, allowing himself and Pride to both enjoy the warmth of the sun. It's harsh rays making their white hair stand out as well as their silver golden armor, shimmering beacons of radiant light that drew closer to Red by the minute.\n\nSoon enough his keen eyes focused on Red, Ikabad communing with Pride telepathically and letting him know that's the source of the smell. The demigod ushered his old friend onwards, his right palm resting on the pommel of his hip-bound blade, as the winged lion and he approached.\n\n\"*Greetings.\" The demigod called out to Red, his voice rolling over the plains of grass as he tilted his head in an upward nod. \"Do you know who, or what, caused some commotion within the Eternal City today?\"\n\nBy the way he framed his question, layered with sarcasm, it's evident that Pride knows or at-least assumes he knows that Red was somehow involved. Even if Ikabad did track the lady here Pride doesn't intend to have to pry the information out- best if it's just admitted to him." }, { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "Now that's funny. Red hadn't exactly expected a clean getaway - maybe a description getting spread around, at the very least - but to have some hero type saunter up on the back of a lion like this? This would have been the best laugh she'd had in ages if she didn't have to stifle it like this.\n\n\"This is the first I've heard of it. It must have been a big deal, to have someone like yourself on the case, though I can't help but wonder what little old me has to do with it.\"\n\nOf course she's full of it, and of course he'll see right through her nonsense, but what's he expecting, for her to say \"Yes, I've been a bad girl, now throw me in a damp dark cell\"? He's probably either planning to take her into custody or looking for a fight, and unless the terms are convenient, she doesn't intend to cooperate with the former. She's certain that she's not being underestimated, though, and at the end of the day, there's no way of telling what he's actually thinking or what he can do until it gets laid out for her. As such, she'd best be careful.\n\n\"If you're looking for leads, you're wasting your time here. I can keep my ear to the ground and get back to you if I hear something useful, though.\"" }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "\"Oh I'm sure.\" The demigod replied with a small smirk. \"You'd think anyone not directly involved would take atleast* Some *Care to ask around or be informed as to why the great Eternal City is currently under marshal law. Perhaps my assumption about, little old you, was wrong.\"\n\nHis golden eyes did not leave Red's, a predatory gaze that sought to drain the heart of those who would stand in his way or dare cause harm to fall unto those he holds dear. He knows Red is trying to play the fool, very unconvincingly by way of not trying to act the least bit concerned or like she's part of the common folk who would be more worried about their Empires home city coming under line of fire.\n\n\"Leads? Oh no, thank you for the offer but I have no need for leads.\" Leaning down the armored godling pat the mane of his large lion. \"Ikabad has a strong enough nose to track well across the realms, quite handy when trying to find someone... Wouldn't you agree?\" His gaze turned to ice within a heartbeat; a clear sign that he knows about Red's involvement in the event at the city.\n\nSitting back upright the son of Titanos removed his facade of games and word play, the light within his eyes grew brighter while an aura of hopelessness and terror began to exude all around him like a miasma of death. His lion Ikabad growled, a deep tone that sounded like the rumble of thunder, while Pride glared at Red with the same distain he would hold for an enemy.\n\n\"Do we need to continue playing these games or would you prefer to admit your fault and receive a gentler punishment?\"" }, { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "Red's stifled laugh forms into a wicked grin, and it even escapes her in the form of a chuckle as she climbs to her feet. Now that she's standing, she's very obviously a fighter. Her armor is black, and designed for mobility above all else, and her clawed gauntlets are designed for striking. It's simple, but it accentuates a figure fit for a warrior, and her own molten gold eyes tell the same story.\n\n\"Now now, no need to rush to conclusions. So what if I don't want to talk to some guy I just met? It's not like any answer I give will satisfy you.\"\n\nPride is an imposing force, certainly, and maybe she would have even backed down in another life. He's nothing like her own father, though. She's used to being in the presence of this kind of overwhelming malice. The daughter of Emberian won't be scared by a golden pansy when she was raised by one of the most evil men to walk these lands. She begins stretching, not breaking eye contact with the demigod for even a moment. She can barely contain her excitement as the prospect of this soon-to-be brawl, but she has enough discipline to keep her enthusiasm in check as much as is appropriate.\n\n\"Don't lie to me, I know you're itching for a fight; be warned, though, if you attack me, I'll have no choice but to defend myself, as is my natural right. I don't think I did anything to deserve punishment, and I don't think you can prove otherwise, though I'll gladly hear you out.\"" }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "Pride regarded Red with a mild look of disregard as Red she to stand. An attempt to run would not be in her favor, an effort to attack him would see her dead and any hopes of getting him to leave with words alone are out of the question.\n\n\"The truth would do well to satisfy.\" He replied with a small raise of his eyebrow. Just what is this woman talking about? He wasn't quite sure for a moment, her manner of speech caught him a little, but when he looked into her eyes as she began to stretch he knew what he was faced with.\n\nNaivety.\n\n\"A fight with one I consider a worthy foe, yes. And I can prove otherwise. Dogs have started to follow your scent before Ikabad and I, their are witnesses and your own brazen attitude has done you no favors either.\" Pride looked towards Red with a knowing gaze, he'd seen her type before, no doubt he would countless times more. Perhaps if she was just honest with him, maybe then this wouldn't have had to go this way. The slight clatter of armor sounded as he stood tall on his feet after dismounting his beast. Ikabad walked off somewhere, not caring to stay to spectate.\n\n* \nThe demigod kept his hand on his swords pommel, his other resting on his hip as he regarded Red with a small nod. His eyes filled with a knowing light, the knowledge of nearly four millennia held within his mind. His body the pinnacle of martial prowess, his magic great enough to fell beasts of old legend. He'd slain more generals and champions, dark lords and titans then most would ever even hear of- and yet, he looked down at Red with nothing but a small sense of knowing. The desire to stand fall against odds that should by right cause you to crumble under their weight, the drive to prove yourself.\n\nBut bravado can only take you so high and in Aeterna the realm of heavens is said to be vast. Believed to be nestled within the skies far above in some unknown place. No one can climb that high. To climb that mountain of power that stands between the mortal and the divine is to only suffer. Yet, for Pride, he soars within those skies like a comet. \n\n\"Please, begin.*\"" }, { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "\"Oh, you're a Stubborn* One, aren't you?\"\n\nRed begins a circular walk around Pride, the smile lever leaving her face, leaving scorched footsteps in her wake in a wide berth. Contrary to Pride's will, she doesn't intend to instigate anything or incriminate herself. That being said, though, she was not only taught to fight.\n\n\"You're making your judgment based entirely off of a dog's nose? What if you got the wrong scent? There has to have been more than one person there, right?\"\n\nShe can see it, she's absolutely getting underestimated. She's almost disappointed by that. Her life may not have been as long as she assumes Pride's has been, nevermind that of her mentor, but she's been made into a powerful warrior in her own right. From the ground up, almost from the time she learned to walk, she was beaten down and built up into a killing machine.\n\n\"Heck, I think we started this conversation from the wrong point. Let's say you didn't make any mistakes here, that you're dead on. What did I do, exactly? You seem to think it was something bad, but do you even know what happened? Are you planning on throwing me in a cell, or taking me to a judge? What's the angle here?\"\n\nAfter all, she doesn't think she did anything wrong. Sure, there was some collateral damage, but most of it wasn't her. The dog attacked her first, after all, so she could argue she was defending the innocent bystanders. Most of the collateral damage was from the crowd stampeding everything. Sure, she made a few holes that would have to be prapared, but she wasn't the problem here. Maybe she should have just lead with that instead, though it's a bit late for that now.\nNot to mention, she thought she'd been pretty polite this whole way through. She deliberately toned down the brash attitude she usually favors." }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "\"*My name is Pride, the name speaks for itself as to my stubbornness.\" He said bluntly. He stood there like a knight on watch, not moving from his station yet fully aware of his surroundings. A golem in all things but name.\n\n\"Scent is a powerful thing when senses can be heightened beyond a naturally level.\"\n\nHe knew her aim, assumed what her thoughts must be. The circular pacing gave it away more than anything. A common thing used by those who enjoy the sentiment of feeling powerful and in control, a way to display one's own strength and perhaps even overcome weaker wills. She might be trying to get her mind right, remember that strength she has gained through a life of hardship is not strength to be scoffed at. And indeed, he does not scoff at her strength, he is a true warrior first and foremost- yet he will not deny the truth.\n\n\"Lives lost and destruction to the city I helped found is something I'd consider a bad thing. Lives lost and destruction to the city I have protected since the time of the demigods is something I'd consider bad. To me, that is all the justification I need until I discover the truth. A truth you have withheld from me with lies.\" Politeness does not save liars from the anger of those being lied to. \"I'm not planning to do anything except get a few answers and be on my way. If you did not cause the problem you have nothing to be afraid of. The truth should not be something you refuse to admit... Unless of course-\"\n\nGolden light shimmered across his armor, his air began to flow in some invisible wind while the air around them grew hotter- drier. All around the two plants began to shrivel, stripped of their life giving water, and quickly burst into flame only to leave ash a heartbeat later. It was as if the sun itself was bearing down on them all, it's gaze cast solely upon what was taking place. Heat, in it's purest form.\n\n\"- you have something you wish to hide.\"" }, { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "Red considers for a moment, and while her guard does not lower, she does seems to relax somewhat. She stops walking, too, though she didn't do that as a matter of egotism or intimidation. It was one of finding an opening, which has turned out to be a bit pointless.\n\n\"I Did* Tell you that I'm willing to talk. If all you want is a unilateral and absolute surrender, you're not going to get it, but there is space for cooperation.\"\n\nShe does give a soft smile, but her eyes are still those of a warrior. She will not lower her guard, and she will not be crossed, but she's not so crass as to try and force her way through when the actual problem can be resolved much better with words. If she can get a spar out of it as well, then all the better, but she's not going to dig her grave by attacking a peacekeeper for no reason.\n\n\"You can work with that, right? I still need to know what the hell you're thinking and in detail what I supposedly did, but my father taught me to handle problems like a lady if at all possible, and that means talking things out instead of resorting to blows over nothing.\"\n\nIf it's a fight Pride wants, it's a fight he'll get, but it'll be because he started it. Red isn't giving him any more excuses than she already has, and even then, those were all just implications, and easily justified as self defense." }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "\"*Then talk already. There is no surrender, you just need to tell me the facts and what happened, it's not a difficult prospect yet you have failed to accomplish it. Cooperation began the moment I strode up to you and asked a question instead of drawing my sword.\" He turned to face her after he spoke, a look of mild wishing she would just talk so he could be on his way.\n\nIn truth that is all he wants, information. No desire to fight, nor to test his mettle, he's fought plenty and proven enough. His grand task has not slowed since he was awoken two hundred years ago, no time for pleasantries and rarely a day he can call his own to enjoy. There is always something he must turn his attention to, a matter to solve, like the panic that ensued in his city. A duty that never ends, that of guardianship, his holy given order to protect and serve the realms as best as he can. Long ago he was told to conquer, told to win and told to command armies. Now he must ensure the peace and the dream he once fought and died for.\n\n\"There is no need for blows to come to pass, that was and is your assumption. I simply want answers. If you can give them to me then wonderful, if we can do so civilly and kindly that would be even better.\"\n\nHe does not care to fight, nor does he plan to initiate one. He simply wants to know what happened.\n\n\"All I know so far is that a woman with red hair, fire magic and great strength fought something big- they used the word \"Monster\" Quite a few times. But, the descriptions from panicked and grieving common folk often leave out key details. Details I wish to know.\"" }, { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "Red can't help but wonder if Pride here had ever been told that trying to reason with him is like talking with a brick wall. She drops into a cross-legged position on the ground, visibly unguarded, but still very much capable of getting doing quickly due to the as-of-yet unknown nature of her ability.\n\n\"Come prick with magic absorption abilities caught my scent and transformed into a black dog monster. He attacked me because I had the most energy, so I thrashed him until he couldn't stay in that form any longer. I don't know whether he's still alive, but if he is, he's probably left your city by now. He had red hair - darker than mine - and an expensive-looking coat. A few people died, but it was because they got trampled by the crowd; I made sure it wasn't my doing or the dog's. Most of the collateral damage was because of that, while the rest was the dog.\"\n\nShe left out a few details, like how it was more a matter of enjoyment than simple self defense to her, and how most of the smashed walls were because she launched the dog through them, but those details are superfluous at best. Besides, even if the smashed walls can be pinned to her, it's easy to argue that they were both necessary and accidental. After all, since she didn't really heat up, it was a fairly challenging fight, and she's confident that the town guards wouldn't have been able to handle it nearly as efficiently as she did.\n\n\"Does that answer all of your questions, Mr. Pride? Am I in the clear? I was defending myself, protecting the people, and indirectly saving a few guards' lives, not going and causing a ruckus for no reason.\"\n\nAnd if that's not good enough for him, then he's welcome to see how she did it. She told more or less the actual truth, so it's just a question of whether he believes her.*" } ]	386.5	3,794
296.555556	2023-12-28	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "To most people the young man known as Cullen would be a very strange sight indeed. He possessed all the features of a drow you'd expect, darker skin and white hair, yellowed eyes and yet- he walked freely and unhooded through the daylit streets. Furthermore, he had rounded human ears and a more human structured face. To others though, he was just a mark, a target. Pulling a golden coin from his pocket of which there was a brief flash of gold, he'd pay for a slab of meat and continue on his way, pocketing the change. \n\nHe carried no weapons, had no mark of nobility and dressed rather plainly. A white tunic, dark brown leather pants and boots, piercings in his ears and a woven bracelet on his wrist. His youthfully handsome face had a pleasant smile and he walked with a determined stride, humming to himself as he went though apparently lost in thought. \n\nA chance for meat, a chance for shinies? He'd not notice the small goblin girl lurking about." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "For being such a small goblin, Gum had caused quite the ruckus in the market before finding her way to the streets. Through all of the commotion, she managed to walk away holding a loaf of bread in her mouth. She seated herself in a shallow alley to give herself some privacy as she ate, managing to eat all but one bite despite her small size.\n\nBut then, the jingling of coins caused her large ears to prick up, pulling her away from the last morsel. Her head swiftly snapped towards the source, and her pupils dilated as she found it: a man pulling a coin from his pocket. She was quick to abandon the last bite of bread to pursue him, walking on all fours with a stride nearly as determined as his.\n\nUnder normal circumstances, the meat would have been her target. However, with a somewhat full stomach, she was able to pursue what her mind told her was right.\n\nIf it weren't for the other people in the road, her stalking would be obvious given the wholly unbroken eye contact she made with the coin. Eventually, she made the connection between the coin and its source, eyes slowly drifting toward the pouch the gold had come from. The pace of her stride quickened, though the little goblin knew better than to make her presence known. As such, she stayed relatively quiet as she approached her target." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen still had no idea that she was getting close, he was busy thinking about the muscular and rather attractive in her own way Blacksmith. Then there was the mermaid he'd met on the way here, she'd been really pretty too. Oh and of course Meryet, who was pretty in a serene and grave way. The world was just full of pretty women, he felt like he just kept stumbling into their path. \n\nNo kidding or cuddling had come of any of it, not that Cullen would have likely let himself though he wasn't entirely sure. A kiss and a cuddle was all well and good until feelings got involved and someone got hurt. Yes he was lost in thought indeed, humming the tune to some love song he'd heard in an inn. \n\nThe pouch she was after was tied to his belt and with numble fingers or a sharp claw, it could come loose and he hers, in her hands. Enough shinies to get her lots and lots of food. \n\nPerhaps that what Gum didn't know was that her target was also the target of a gang of ruffians who were keeping themselves hidden for now." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "As she got close enough to reach for the coins, Gum stood up on two legs. Her walk was very unpracticed and awkward, more of a waddle than anything else. Still, she managed to keep pace, even if she needed to take quick steps to match Cullen's stride.\n\nWith the jingling coin pouch dangling right in front of her face, Gum couldn't contain herself. Hesitating for a brief moment, she lurched forward and silently bit the string that tied the pouch to Cullen's belt. With such sharp teeth, the connection was severed and it fell to the ground with a harsh jingle.\n\nWith the pouch freed and on the ground for the taking, Gum quickly returned to all fours to claim her prize. She bit down on the pouch and immediately turned to run as fast as she could. Of course, her simple plan did not account for the ruffians seeking the pouch newly in her possession..." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Brought out of his stupor by the loud noise and change of weight, he turned to see a Goblin girl starting to take off with his coins. She was so skinny and frail looking, tiny really- and just as he was about to give chase he froze. Perhaps she needed it and he could always get more. A fair steal is a fair steal anyways. Feeling good about the choice, he was about let her vanish from sight when he saw the group of four following after her quickly. He knew trouble when he saw it, he'd run with a few of the crook gangs in this city in his childhood. \n\nCursing because he knew where this was going to go, he took off at a sprint after them. He ducked and shoved passed bodies, scrambling under carts and hopping over shoe shiners to make the distance. \n\n- - - - \n\nMeanwhile Gum would find her paths blocked by one of the crooks, save for one, one that led into a back alley with high walls and no fences. In other words, a total dead end. \n\n\"Give over the pouch Goblin and we won't have to rough you up. But we will you try any freaky shit.\" The lead one said, he was the burliest with a shaven head and scars on his jaw. Two behind him held thin and hard sticks with leather tags at the end and were very lanky, and the last was taller with big hands and he seemed to be fingering a knife." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "Gum took off away from Cullen as fast as she could, weaving between people's legs and ducking under objects to make her escape. She only bumped into a single pair of legs, which caused her to switch her course and dart into an alley instead. Given her speed, she bumped against one of the alley's walls before skidding to a stop at the dead end.\n\nThough she had put quite some distance between herself and the crooks, she didn't realize she was being followed. As such, she felt she was safe. Then, they showed up, and demanded the pouch in her mouth. Gum's eyes immediately began to dart around in search of an exit, gold still held firmly in her mouth.\n\nBut the alley was so pristine! No pipes, cracked or exposed bricks, or even vines she could use to climb. The pace of her breaths quickened as her little brain worked overtime to try and find an exit. Eventually, she darted to the corner and dug her fingers into the crack, using all of her climbing skills and strength to try and scale it.\n\nHowever, she only made it about halfway up the wall before falling, and it had taken some time and effort to get even there. As she landed with a harsh thud, she let go of the pouch and scrambled to her feet. Despite the ruffians wanting the gold, she placed herself between them and the pouch. She was trembling in all four limbs, arms nearly giving out on her despite how much they shook. Still, she was determined, ready to bite and claw her way to make an opening for herself." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Leave her alone!\" Cullen said, stumbling into the alleyway. It was a fight or flight moment and Cullen wasn't sure what to do- so he froze. Perhaps if he had sucker punched one of them, gotten the jump they would have scattered. Instead a fifth person blocked the entranceway to the alley and crossed their arms, glaring at any passerby that may want to stop and object to what was to occur. It was then that Cullen noticed the weapons they had and he gulped. \n\n\"Gentlemen, she stole that fair and square. It's one thing to steal from the coin janglers but it's another to steal from your own people. I'll have to ask you to leave her alone.\" He said, steeling his face and shuffling around them to stand closer to Gum. \n\nThe leader of the group glared at them and then suddenly burst out laughing. \n\n\"She stole that gold from you, you Twit!. Leave her to us, we will get you your vengeance and return your gold, with a helpers fee of course.\" He said, smiling broadly. It was the kindest offer this man was willing to give and the less time they spent actually fighting the less chance one of the guard stumbled across them. Cullen didn't even seem to hesitate. \n\n\"I know what she did- and she can have it. Now get out of here or I'll have to...\" He said, readying his fists. He wanted to say something cool like kick your ass, but there were four of them and three had weapons. This was bad, really bad- oh wait! The leader sighed and cracked his knuckles and was about to open his mouth to give the command to just kill them both and take everything, when Cullen reached into his coat. \n\nHe pulled out a Pistol And leveled it at the leader. It had some strange runes inscribed into the side and was beautifully decorated with a golden rose that bled into the hammer of the gun. It was an enchanted weapon that could fire five times and could be reloaded just by saying the command word and having the appropriate supplies on himself. \n\n\"Leave the girl.\" He said authoritatively and the gang st\n\nEpped back, glancing at each other. The leader looked into Cullens eyes and confirmed this was no empty threat. This young man had serious money and so likely was a noble, shooting down some commoners would be easy for him to get out of. \n\n\"This ain't over.\" He spat, and with a gesture him and the crew left in a hurry. Breathing a sigh of relief, he tucked the gun away and turned to the goblin girl. \n\n\"Im not gonna hurt you, okay? I just want to ask why you're stealing.\" The young man felt bad about it, but he blocked her escape route as well though he kept his posture non threatening." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "All Gum could do was guard her newly acquired pouch of gold and watch events unfold, eyes constantly jumping between Cullen and the crooks he was spooking off. She didn't have the capacity to understand the exchange, but with the goons that had cornered her leaving, she felt a little safer.\n\nThat was, until Cullen went and blocked the entrance as well. Gum was left feeling just as intimidated as before, if not even more so since he had scared off all the others. Her trembling continued, especially as she recognized Cullen to be the one she had taken the pouch from. She shakily backed up to the wall at the end of the alley, glancing at the corner she had tried to scale previously. Part of her wished to try again.\n\nAs Cullen spoke, Gum's attention was grabbed, but no by his words. Instead, she had noticed the meat he had purchased earlier, eyes locking on to it as the familiar smell hit her nose. Her body seemed to be fighting against her instincts, the goblin occasionally attempting to step forward only to flinch back in place. The trembling certainly didn't help, and she found herself frozen in place, unresponsive to Cullen's Actual Question." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"It's okay, it's okay.\" He said, seeing the feral look in her eyes. She was so tiny, but the way she moved and reacted was more like an animal and less like a person. What kind of life had she lived where she ended up like this? His eyebrows furrowed in sympathy, he noticed her reaction to the food. Cullen did have plans for it but he could always get more... \n\n\"Here, you can have some. It's okay.\" He said gently, squatting to be closer to her eye level. Then he took a piece of meat and held it out to her, his arm not fully extended so she'd be forced to come a little closer. He hoped she could realize he meant her no harm. Now that he'd seen her, there was no way he'd be able to rest if he didn't try to help her some way. \n\n\"I used to be like you, you know. I grew up on these streets too. It's gonna be okay.\" Cullen tried to keep his voice gentle, the let her know she was safe. His yellow eyes were full of sympathy as he gazed at her, for he saw the same scared and cornered animal he'd been as a child on these streets when his mom would vanish for a week." } ]	267	2,669
279.2	2023-12-29	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "At first, Gum was incredibly hesitant as Cullen squatted and offered her some of his food. He was still blocking off the alley's exit, after all. But something about his stance and his voice were disarming. It was rare she received handouts, especially from an individual she had stolen from. However, with her stomach letting out a growl, the choice became a bit clearer.\n\nSlowly and shakily, she began to approach, squinting her eyes and shying away as if prepared to take a hit and bolt at any second. Her focus jumped between Cullen himself and the food he held, her instincts going haywire in trying to decide what to do.\n\nAnd then, she was close enough, stopping in place and reaching for the piece of meat. Towards the end, she quickly moved her hand to swipe it before leaping backwards to the coin pouch. She accidentally gave it a small kick, and her pupils dilated slightly as the coins jingled against each other.\n\nWith the food taken from Cullen, she began to eat rather messily, taking large open-mouthed bites. Her guard was let down a little, Gum looking to the pouch and giving it the occasional tap with her foot. However, she still gave Cullen the occasional glance to ensure he wasn't advancing, and to see if he had any more food to offer." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen didn't move a muscle as she came closer, he just watched her and studied her. First he checked her eyes, he checked for malice and evil and found none of the sort. He saw in there just a girl that was scared and starving- and it broke his heart. How could something like this still exist in the Eternal City? It was the seat of power and yet still there were those who fought for scraps. Did that mean there were people like that in Velaris? If there was- he Needed To get strong to make it right. The only way to do that was to succeed here, but if he couldn't help this one girl who was he to help a nation? \n\n\"You want some more? It's okay, here have some.\" He said, sitting down now against the wall. She'd gotten food from him and had more- which meant that she might not run away. He was going to risk it, he didn't like making her feel scared. The way was open as he sat with his back to the stones of the alley, and he put down another piece of meat within arms length of him. He also reached into his pack and pulled out a waterskin, setting it down for her with the cap off so she could drink. \n\nHe made a gesture, miming the action of eating and drinking and then pointed at her with a warm smile. Cullen was so curious about this goblin girl that his entire days plans had vanished from his mind." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "It didn't take long for Gum to finish her food and notice Cullen setting down more. She took a few more confident steps forward to grab the meat before slinking back a couple of paces. Though she wasn't comfortable eating right next to him she didn't dart back to the coin pouch either, sitting down to eat nearby. With Cullen not holding the food himself, and no longer blocking the exit, Gum's shaking had mostly stopped.\n\nOnce finished with her piece of meat, she looked to Cullen while approaching the water skin. She didn't hesitate as before, only taking a brief moment before actually picking up the container. With that, she took a seat right in front of him with her feet put together and brought it up to her lips. She held the water skin up to her mouth for quite some time, chewing on the spot where the cap had been while she drank. By the time she finally put it down, she was almost out of breath. Seemed she had forgotten to breathe while drinking, wanting to get it all down as fast as possible just in case.\n\nWith her stomach full, Gum rubbed her eyes and got to her feet. In a more casual manner, she walked back to the coin pouch and picked it up with her mouth, approaching Cullen and simply staring. After a few moments, she thrashed her head around, making the coins jingle. Of course, her teeth were tearing up the top of the poor pouch, but that didn't stop her from giving it a few more shakes, pausing between each one to look at Cullen." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen watched her with intent curiosity as she ate and drank- she really was more like a dog than a person. What confused him was how she had turned out this way, if she'd grown up in a goblin barrow on the edges of civilization that would be understandable- some goblins were as clever and wonderful as people and others from the wild lands were feral, dangerous and bloodthirsty killers. This one fit neither, she was like a puppy that had been kicked one too many times. \n\n\"Do you know how to spend money? Or do you just like how shiny it is?\" He asked, unsure if she'd understand. Cullen didn't break eye contact with her, letting her get a look at him closely. His eyes were full of concern, kind eyes that held just a hint of a never fading weariness. After a moment of looking at her, he extended his hand out very slowly towards her to see if she'd let him pat her head. It felt a little silly to pet her like a dog but, she really did act like one. \n\n\"It's okay, really. I just want to understand.\" Cullen continued to speak softly, unsure of how she might react. Surely she would bolt any second now and it would all be over." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "Gum tilted her head as Cullen asked his question. However, her curiosity faded quickly when she realized he was looking straight at her. Despite the gentle expression he wore, it still made Gum feel threatened enough to get to her feet. Like an animal, the prolonged eye contact made her wary since it was usually a bad sign.\n\nAnd good thing too, as Cullen proceeded to reach his hand out toward her. Gum took a few moments to notice what was happening, but acted quickly once she pieced it together. She scurried to the mouth of the alley, pouch of coins jingling as she held it firmly in her mouth.\n\nBut before she left, she stopped and turned to face Cullen, sitting on the ground and gently setting the coin pouch down. For a moment, it might have seemed as if she was giving it back. That was, until she let out a big yawn, picked up the pouch, and darted away down the streets. She knew a safe place to keep her newly acquired shinies secure while she rested. Plus, there was someone she imagined would like to see them." } ]	279	1,396
492.4	2024-01-03	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza sat in a small, slummy tavern- the room was dimly lit to the point that her features were entirely shrouded by the veil she wore atop her head, leaving her crimson lips on full display as her other features hid in the shadows. Eliza watched with an irksome expression as rowdy men yelled over eachother, as the room grew more and more tense. \n\nA pair of men seemed to be at the center of the commotion, one was tall and slender with black hair, the other small and stocky with a wild beard. The two men were being held back by other patrons of the bar, spit spewing from their wretched mouths as they screamed at the other. \n\n\"KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!\"\n\nScreamed the bearded man. The veins on his forehead bulging to the point Eliza worried they would burst. \n\n\"SHE-\"\n\nBefore the taller, admittedly more handsome man could speak- the bearded man broke free of the grasp holding him back and pounced onto the other man like a gorilla. \n\nChaos was induced in the tavern as a group brawl seemed to manifest in mere milliseconds. Punches were thrown all around, men piling on to each other like savages. Mugs were spilt as men were thrown onto tables, food flew onto the floor as people began throwing plates. \n\nEliza simply watched, her crimson eyes peering at the beautiful chaos before her as the scent of blood flooded her nostrils- her mouth watering with hunger. The countess seemed unbothered as a man was thrown onto her table, her expression remaining calm even as another piled onto him, collapsing the table before her until the two men hit the ground with a large thud. \n\nEliza then gracefully stood to her feet, her black dress' fabric billowing behind her as she quickly shifted to the only quiet corner of the tavern. Swishing her glass of- Wine(?) Once she knew she was out of harms way, not that any of them could leave a scratch on her porcelain body." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "The night had certainly gone a strange way. Thyri could never stand the winter nights outdoors, and with the nights only growing colder, she had strayed from the path once again. Skipping out on her usual inn, she had dropped into another. The name of the place escaped her, but she recognized it as a fairly popular place with the local scoundrels and workers from the port.\n\nThe blacksmith had at first believed the place to be going through a calmly night, with few patrons during the usual rush. It had brought her into a false sense of safety, and now she found herself in the damning middle of it all. Trying to enjoy a shoddy meal in a place like this? Practically impossible. Then it grew even worse.\n\nThe moment the brawl broke out was the point she believed best to get out of the tavern as soon as she could.\n\nShe was quick to try and make her way to the exit, though soon found herself being blocked by a pair of bodies on the floor.\n\nA look of disgust and annoyance appeared on her face as she saw the poor lad's face being pummeled in, but this was not her fight, nor had she drunk enough to get into such a stupor. Thyri was about to simply go around the two when a yelp escaped her. Seemed like some arrogant bastard had decided to take advantage of the confusion and grabbed a handful of her hair before giving quite a violent yank.\n\nThyri absolutely Despised Her hair being touched. Many would say it was a prideful feeling, but it was her decision. Yet now, the muscular woman found herself being dragged backwards into one of the darker areas of the tavern, likely full of scumbags and brawlers.\n\n\"Get yer damn 'ands off me!\"\n\nHer loud and pained shout went mostly ignored, trapped underneath the similar sounds of the brawl. Anyone would have simply believed it to be a shout of anger. As she tried to grab onto the hands that held her hair, she found herself stumbling backwards, trying to avoid falling onto her ass and having her hair take her entire weight." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza watched the commotion unfold before her like a beautiful flower unfolding to reveal a putrid aroma of sweat and blood- violence was a guilty pleasure of hers after all. Eliza was just about to take a swig of the crimson nectar that swished within her ornate wine glass as she watched a man grab ahold of a girls hair. Flooded with rage Eliza crushed the glass in her infuriated grasp as the scarlet liquid soaked her gloved hand and dripped onto the floor. Her crimson eyes turned thin and angular, like a cat eyeing its prey from the shadows. Eliza stopped herself as her skeleton wanted to instinctively jump out of her own flesh, the rage of seeing a man lay his hands on a woman bubbling to the surface until she couldn't stand it anymore. Careful not to reveal her identity, nor her Affliction Eliza swiftly made her way over to Thyri at an unnatural speed- like a black and scarlet shooting star zooming across the sky. \n\nOnce Eliza was beside Thyri and the soon to be pile of flesh, Eliza grabbed ahold of the man's arm. Her grip was unnaturally powerful for her thin physique, her manicured fingertips probing his flesh with enough force that one nerve impulsive could pierce his flesh and crush his puny bones. Eliza locked eyes with the man, her expression brimming with rage and a perverse hunger as she interrogated him with her sickeningly sweet gaze. \n\n\"Surely you wouldn't grab ahold of a young lady's hair?\"\n\nEliza then looked over to Thyri, her intimidating aura replaced with one of motherly love and empathy as their eyes met. After a brief gaze into the girls eyes Eliza's head shot back over to the man, the hand not firmly grasping his wrist melting away to reveal bare ivory bone. She then raised her boney hand to the man's throat, her stark white boney fingers wrapping around his throat in a sensual yet ravenous manner as her fingertips aggressively probed the back of his neck. Normally she would never reveal her abilities in such a public setting\n\nBut the commotion and intense noise shielded her from prying eyes. \n\nEliza then leaned close to the man, her soft ivory skin gently brushing against his rugged cheek as she whispered into his ear. \n\n\"Flee\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Thyri was quite intent on beating the damned bastard to a pulp the moment she was released. She couldn't help a flash of fear run through her mind however, if the scoundrel was alone, she was confident in her abilities. But dealing with a group was quite a different story. Her hands flung out with intent and anger behind them. Luckily, it seemed like her own strength wasn't much needed as the man's grip was suddenly released. An angered and pained shout escaped the man and as Thyri flung around, rage within her eyes, she finally got a look at the man. He was an unsightly thing, clearly a sailor from the uniform. A sunburnt face with a greying moustache met with blisters and ingrown hairs, one of his eyes was missing, either from an accident or perhaps another fight.\n\nEither way, Thyri was certain only a blind and dumb lady would lay with such a man.\n\nDespite her rage, she did notice that someone had actually come to her rescue. Her eyes trailed up the arm, before going wide with surprise at the sight of the individual. An oddly beautiful woman within the confines of such a hellish tavern? For a moment, she believed herself to simply be dreaming. Though, she was quickly thrown out of her thoughts by the old codger's ranting. Even from here, she could smell the rancid breath of the bastard.\n\n*\"Git yur fecking mitts ofa me ya wench!\"* Say what you would about the man, he had a pair of lungs on him. Spittle flying out as he shouted, trying his damnedest to get out of Eliza's hold.\n\nThe blacksmith was ready to throw a strike directly at the man's throat before she noticed something oddly pale and boney approaching the man. Her brow furrowed before she froze in shock as she finally took in what it was. A skeletal hand reaching up to grasp onto the sailor's neck. It was easy to see the sweat form and the colour drain from his skin. It almost looked like he had passed away then and there.\n.\n\nHis efforts in getting away seemed to have doubled from the mere sight, terror stuck within his eyes before the singular word registered in his mind. One could see the gears working within his mind to actual gain even a seed of understanding. After a moment frozen in fear, he gave a nodd and pushed away as best he could, intent of running far from the tavern. Perhaps he would find himself back on whatever boat he had arrived on, seeking solace within another land.\n\nThyri herself had taken a step back in shock. In her lifetime, she had never seen such a thing before. Though, she certainly wasn't the kind to run away from her saviour just because of a simple sight. People came in all shapes and sizes, and each likely had something odd about them. Though, she couldn't help but try to rationalize an answer to what she had seen. Soft amber eyes swept over the fair lady in front of her. Perhaps she was drunker than she realized? Perhaps an illusion? There had to be some sort of answer to what she had seen.\n\n\"I.. Er... Thank you..?\"\n\nStuttering out some words, after a moment she prayed that she hadn't been rude with the simple words." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza gave a soft smile to Thyri, her blood soaked lips parting to reveal a perfect set of pearly white teeth- accompanied by a pair of unnaturally long and sharp canines that painted a clear picture of her true nature, of her vampirism. \n\n\"It was my pleasure darling, if he had touched mine he would be nothing but a peeled apple moments ago.\"\n\nEliza glanced over to the pathetic man as he scurried out of the tavern, stumbling over fallen men and running into the wall before looking back at Eliza and Thyri one more time- then screaming as he ran out of the tavern. \n\n\"WITCHES!\"\n\nEliza rolled her eyes, her expression annoyed yet relived that he went with witch instead of vampire- she had even gotten zombie before, that caused quite the scene... The vampire then locked eyes with Thyri, her eyes telling a thousand words as patrons of the tavern suddenly stopped their fighting and all looked at the pair with suspicious and ignorant eyes. An elf then spoke, his tone accusatory and naive.\n\n\"It was them! They caused the fight! Using their witchy...(?) powers!\"\n\nThe crowd all laughed before shifting their undivided attention to the unlikely pair of women who were unfortunately cornered in the tavern. Eliza sighed before speaking to her circumstantial ally that stood beside her. \n\n\"Prepare yourself child, you know what they do to Witches.\"\n\nEliza frowned at the thought of her demise being at the hands of these mongrels, at the thought of a young girl perishing because of her impulsive decision. Her frown then climbed up her cheeks into a cunning smile before she quietly uttered to Thyri. \n\n\"Hold your breath.\" \n\nEliza's skeletal hand then reformed into one of flesh and muscle as liquified blood from her wrists slithered in between the crevasses of her bone, interlacing until a perfect hand was fully formed. Eliza's eyes then seemed to flash a deep vermillion as her hand snapped into a rigid and uncomfortable position as the flesh of her hand seemed to evaporate" } ]	433	2,462
416.5	2024-01-04	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Into a deep pink mist that quickly dispersed away from the pair and flooded the room as the group of men began charging at them. The men seemed to grow clumsy and hysteric as they inhaled the glittering mist of blood, punching at the air and falling over furniture- all of them being completely wasted helped too. \n\nEliza then smiled at Thyri once again before interlacing her hands into a modest position as she postured her hands in front of her- not a common stance for an incoming battle to say the least. \n\n\"Let's try not to make a mess.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "The blacksmith was about to make her response when she was cut off by a shout. Goodness, it certainly seemed like tonight was the night for being interrupted. A rather offended look appeared on her face at the accusation. She was an enchantress, if anything at all!\n\n\"Oi!\"\n\nShe shouted at the man as he made his escape, cursing him. No point in insulting him now that she couldn't say it right to his pudgy face. Then flinched as the rest of the tavern's gaze snapped onto them. Gods, she could never have a quiet night in, could she? No matter, her gaze shot towards the fair lady, not even knowing her name but recognizing the look she was being given. A moment of acceptance and understanding was made with that second of eye contact. Thyri could already feel her fists clenching in preparation. She was lucky to still be wearing her blacksmithing gloves, least she come out of this with bruised knuckles!\n\nThe men in the tavern had to be rather young, or much too drunk, to simply accept such an accusation. Her eyes snapped onto the elf's visage, a fiery rage forming. She made sure to note down his features, a plan in her mind to crack that smug grin off his face.\n\n\"Ain't no child now. But I get ya.\"\n\nShe couldn't help but scowl at being called a child. She was plenty old enough to be called a fine woman now! Alas, she brought up her muscular arms, the stance she took was nothing professional by any means. She had decent footwork, but her arms would be rather useless at protecting her head in the position they were in. Yet they were certainly ready to dish out just as much pain.\n\nThen, she heard the command, and instinctively obeyed. Her breath held tight as her eyes went wide. Never before in her life did she believe she would be fighting with a vampire of all creatures, let alone one that seemed so powerful. It certainly seemed like life was deciding to spice itself up for once.\n\n\"Ain't making nae promises now!\"\n\nWith the tavern's men seeming to grow confused from whatever\n\nThat mist had been, Thyri shot forward. Her powerful legs allowed her to easily slam into two men who were clinging onto one another to stay standing, before slamming her fist into some poor lad's jaw.\n.\n\nShe had no style, grace nor technique. She was using pure strength and power to battle. From what it seemed, she was just a regular old lass that lived within the city. But there was no mistaking a slight coloured sheen to the keys that seemed to hang around her neck, nor how she did her absolute to protect them from being touched.\n\n\"Come on then ya bastards!\"\n\nShe was a rather chaotic force. Foul mouthed, young and strong. Muscles bulging after each strike, and there was no mistaking the slight hint of joy within her eyes. There was a part of her that was enjoying the fighting." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza raised her left hand to cover her mouth as she chuckled, the girl was certainly funny- she particularly adored her manner of speech. Eliza's deep scarlet eyes danced across the room as she watched Thyri clobbering the poor fools like they were pins being kicked over. Eliza letting out a soft 'Damn' under her breath, recoiling her head back as Thyri slammed into the poor guys jaw. \n\nEliza nodded in approval after a slow blink before raising both her arms above her head and tilting her head upwards. Eliza took a deep breath, sighing as she exhaled- calming herself before the incoming battle. Eliza then moved her hands down to her side, the flesh of her arms melting away and forming two batons in that sat in her boney hands. Eliza then abruptly raised her hands above her head once more, crossing the two batons before bending her knees and twirling in a manner that resembled a formal dance. \n\nTwo men charged at Eliza, both large and well built with bulging muscles and dense skulls. Eliza twirled between the two, the fabrics of her dress spinning around her as she gracefully glided between the men, knocking them both out with blows to the back of their heads using her bloody batons. Once they fell to the ground Eliza stomped onto one of their backs, the heel of her stiletto piercing him like a blade. She raised her foot, removing her heel from his flesh as his blood slithered through the air from his wound, clinging to Eliza's skeletal arms- latching onto her and reforming her flesh. \n\n\"Much Better\"\n\nEliza softly spoke to herself in a sultry tone as she approached two men from behind, slamming her two batons together as they combined into a long staff. Eliza grasped the bloody weapon with both hands as she swung it horizontally, crashing against 3 men's skulls like a row of bells being struck in succession.\n\nEliza turned her head to check on Thyri as the men fell to the floor unconscious. Watching the wild beauty Thyri unleashed upon the ignorant drunkards with a toothy smile on her face. \n\n\"You're good at that\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "As another man went down, she was quick to turn to another. Though the man was quick to close the gap and tackle her around the midriff. She did her best to keep her balance, until she slammed into the wall. With stability regained, she was quick to throw a few strikes at the man's back and sides. He was quite a lanky individual, and such a sight brought an idea to Thyri's mind. She would have grinned if she had the time.\n\nWrapping her arms around the man's body, she heaved as she lifted him off the ground! The man quickly began to panic from the sudden loss of balance as she began to move to the side, before flinging the man towards a window! The poor lad went right through it, landing rather uncomfortably on quite a bit of broken glass. Poor guy was probably going to wake up with glass in his clothing for days.\n\nWheeling around on a dime, she had a moment to spare as she watched Eliza's actions. She couldn't deny there was an odd sense of beauty and horror to how the woman fought, dancing through bloody rain as she spun around with her weapon. The skeletal arms were the most unnerving sight in her opinion, a true sign of the undead. She wasn't going to get into complaining, she'd rather be fighting with a vampire than against. A whistle of appreciation escaped her at how efficient her strikes were, able to attack multiple at a time with ease. If only Thyri had brought her maul, then she would be able to do some real damage.\n\n\"On yer left!\"\n.\n\nWith the moment to spare, she was able to spot one of the tavern's regulars attempting to sneak up on the vampire. Grabbing a mug from a nearby table, Thyri threw it directly at the man, unaware that it was still full. Perhaps it was good, as the sudden liquid striking the individual's face seemed to cause him to pause in shock for a moment, even as the weapon she had intended to use slammed into the wall.\n\nSadly, her moment of appreciation was interrupted by a few more men stumbling towards her. Thyri spun around once more, picking up an upturned chair and slamming it into the first man, the furniture practically exploding from the force as she moved to deal with the next two." } ]	463.5	1,666
356.5	2024-01-23	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza tapped her bottom lip in pensive thought for a few moments trying to think of a plan to get the girl out safely. Guards were likely on the way to apprehend the so called 'witches', her enhanced hearing could pick up faint suspicious whispers. \n\n\"I have an Idea, Thyri. But you have to trust me, it's quite Unconventional.\"\n\nEliza chuckled to herself as she finished speaking, swiftly turning her back to Thyri and making her way to the unfortunate man with the chunk missing from his neck. The man had bled out from his wounds and was in a large puddle of his own demise. Eliza cocked her head to the side and admired her handywork- it was a guilty pleasure of hers to watch her enemies die, to study their movements as they died. The process of death was always fascinating to Eliza, she would often watch sorrowfully as the butterflies died in her garden, but watching an adversary die was a different- more enjoyable performance. \n\nEliza looked down at the man once more time with a wide toothy smile, scoffing to herself before kicking his body with enough force that he flew into the wall with a loud crack. Eliza then made her way to the center of the pool and reached out her hand towards Thyri. If Thyri would oblige, she would use her hemomancy to transport them to a nearby puddle of blood- perhaps a bleeding animal, a murder scene, but Eliza had a fountain set up nearby so they could simply port there. \n\n\"Take my hand, Thyri Sigtrygg\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Her brain was swarmed with thoughts and possiblities. Going out the front was definitely the worst possible option, so they needed to figure out something that would actually keep the mrather hidden. The town was likely waking up by now, especially with all the noise the fight had made.\n\nThen, it seemed like the regal lady had an idea pop in her mind. Thyri could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight in response.\n\nThyri watched as the man was kicked to the side, his body slamming into another and a spurt of blood painting a grusome scene onto the nearby wall. The blacksmith's face scrunched up in disgust from the noise it made, and she could only shudder as her imagination took over and permanently seared the images of the body into her mind. She wasn't going to be able to eat beef for a while. Luckily, chicken still existed. She could only pray that the images would one day fade, or at least become more bearable.\n\nWith a nervous look on her face, she studied the pale hand that was offered. Thyri couldn't help but notice each feature that was upon it. Perfectly sharpened nails, at first glance the limb seemed dainty, Thyri was unsure how, but she could accurately describe the limb as royal. A beautiful part of a body that thousands would spend to keep clean. She knew the horror that such a limb could enact, the sprays of blood and the skeletal grasp waiting beneath.\n\nWith a deep inhale, she took the hand. In comparison, Thyri's hands had been worn by time. They were rugged, bulky and scarred. Yet she still did her best to not break even a single fingernail upon the vampire's hand." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza smirked as Thyri grasped her hand, gently pulling her close into an embrace until they were chest to chest. Eliza then looked down at the girl with a loving smile as she spoke softly. \n\n\"Take a deep breath, hold it- choking on blood is as gruesome as you'd imagine.\"\n\nEliza then closed her eyes for a moment before opening them swiftly to reveal the whites of her eyes have been replaced with a deep crimson. If Thyri was paying attention she would note the puddle seemingly deepening, the reflection of their bodies that once sat atop the puddle now replaced with an endless abyss of red. \n\n\"Brace yourself\"\n\nMere seconds after Eliza spoke the pair would be plunged into the puddle and find themselves suspended in a bloody liminal zone with hazy visions all around them- one of a manor, one of a sewer and a strange cathedral. Eliza kept her arms wrapped firmly around Thyri as not to loose her in the endless abyss of blood. The two sank deeper and deeper until their feet touched solid ground and the blood around them seemed to drain away into nothing. \n\nThe two then found themselves standing within an ornate fountain depicting a mermaid sitting atop a rock with a small pearl in her hand. The craftsmanship of the fountain was something to marvel at, chiseled marble with gold accents all servings the gruesome purpose of housing her blood. The fountain seemed to be in the center of a cemetery except there was only one gravestone. The cemetery was home to plenty of gardens, statues of a beautiful girl clad in black with a cat on her shoulder. \n\nEliza then looked down to Thyri, her clothes and skin dry as before- seemingly unshaded by being drenched in blood moments ago.\n\n\"You okay dear?\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Being pulled close was quite a surprise, Thyri couldn't help the flush that came to her cheeks for a moment. It was weirdly comforting. The smile, the closeness. It reminded her of home.\n\nThe words that followed, however, did Not Inspire confidence at all.\n\nShe was quick to take a deep breath, before her eyes widened at the crimson eyes that seemed to shine in the candlelight. Her attention was taken wholly by the beautiful sight in front of her. Thyri was no stranger to beauty, she worked around it each and every day within her forge. Yet still, she found it unfair that such beauty existed in the world\n\nThen, she was plunged into blood.\n\nTo say that it was a pleasant experience, was to blatantly lie. It was horror incarnate. The lifeblood of humans surrounding her as she was flung through the crimson abyss. In a moment of shock, she found her own arms wrapping around Eliza, holding on for dear life. Her eyes burned from the blood, an unfamiliar liquid rushing through. Yet she was unable to close her eyes, perhaps some part of her was much too curious for her own good.\n\nWhen the blood drained, Thyri coughed loudly as she regained her breath once again. She could only imagine the horrors that could lay within such a place. Her eyes sought refuge with anything in the area. Wildly flicking from object to object as she slowly realized where they had arrived. A strange cemetery that certainly wasn't familiar to her. Thyri took another deep breath before she spoke.\n\n\"A-Aye. I'm fine... Just.. Was not expecting me night to go like this.\"\n\nShe couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh. She was lucky the blood had been cleared from her hair. It would be a nightmare to clean out." } ]	363.5	1,426
259.571429	2024-04-17	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "Packed streets, vendors hawking their wares, the sun overhead, beggars underfoot, it's a fairly average busy day in the open-air street market named for one Brutus, whoever that may be. Most people seem to be local, and certainly not particularly wealthy, but one person in particular does stand out a bit among them: A young woman with fiery red hair pulled back in a ponytail, a utilitarian but elegant set of black half plate, and striking golden eyes, inspecting the various fruit stands to find something that will satisfy her hunger this fine morning. Despite her focus on the merchandise before her, though, she does seem keenly aware of her surroundings, of every person who passes her by and every interruption in foot traffic nearby. She pauses briefly to ask one seller a question and haggle a bit, and after a brief exchange of currency, she leaves with a small loaf of bread, disappearing into the crowd as much as one with such bright hair and a distinct berth around her is capable of doing." }, { "author": "Christopher Ashthorne", "message": "Many bodies hurried themselves too and fro in the cacophony of the humble market. Voices and smells filled the crowded street. Mothers clutched curious and crying children, while, merchantmen called out to passerbys, boasting of their wares over their competitors while shoppers bustled about trying to locate goods. Beggars called out from nooks and crannies, to the intentional oblivion of many a passerby. The smell of spices, fresh baked goods, and sweaty bodies permeated the air in an almost palpable film.\nOne such passerby hurried through the busy street, huddled inside his fine long brown coat and think leather gloves, which boasted wealth like the many merchants, but his gaze bore the same dejection shared in the eyes of every beggar in the square. His crimson hair stuck out in the crowd, matched by only one other. He wove through the crowd, pushing through with a troubled look on his face, not unlike many he passed. \nSweat dripped down his brow as he came to a rest against a nearby empty stone wall, facing the course of traffic.\n\n\"It's been too long, and my last source has dried up. I need a solution, and fast.\"\n\nThe market has seemed a better place than most in the Eternal City. At least here the smells were often less... Tempting, unlike his laboratory. Most of the time." }, { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "For the most part, there's very little of note to draw Red's attention as she eats, but there is one thing in particular that catches her eye: A dejected-looking man, with hair in another shade of red. What's someone wearing such fine clothing doing in a place like this, and in such poor spirits at that? It's none of her business, of course, but she's long since learned from her father that whether something is \"Her business\" Or not is of little import; she gets involved as she sees fit, and it's as simple as that.\n\nIt must come as a surprise to Christopher, when a young woman leans against the wall next to him, chewing on some bread. There's no chance that it was an accident, either, given that she's looking directly at him. She swallows her bite and remains there in silence for an uncomfortably long moment, speaking only the moment Christopher moves to either say something himself or leave, in a tone that is neither friendly nor hostile.\n\n\"You come here often?\"" }, { "author": "Christopher Ashthorne", "message": "Christopher barely notices the young woman approach amidst the busy swayings of traffic. As concentrated as he is, the only thing that snaps him out of his trance is a sudden scent. He snapped his head up to study the newcomer, regarding her with a hesitant and careful gaze. With as much trouble as he's in, who knows what some of the nobles would do out of vengeance or pride? Few of the ones Christopher had the pleasure of interacting with weren't above removing problems quietly.\nThen again, the woman seemed amicable enough, and Christopher doesn't sense much malice from her posture. Surely if she were to harm him she would likely have done so without him noticing, right? \nStanding so close to her now, Christopher can sense the wealth of magic radiating from her. It was intoxicating...\n\nHe snapped his head back, blinking. Those were dangerous thoughts, Especially* Right now. He could Not Afford to slip up in a place like this. Fear crept into his eyes as he stepped back away from the armor-clad woman into the stone wall.\n\nHe opened his mouth to speak, and is quickly cut off by her question.\n\n\"Look, I don't know what you want, but now is Not* A great time for this. So if you'll excuse me...\"\n\nChristopher pushed past Red, knocking against her shoulder, and as he did so his arm brushed against hers. Immediately he felt a small jolt of warmth where he made contact, and likewise, Red would feel a bristling chilling sensation in the area followed by needle like pain and nausea. With how little contact was made, it wouldn't be much, but it Would* Be noticeable." }, { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "Red was about to respond, but the instant she felt that cold sensation, she recoils slightly, and her guard is immediately raised, her body flooding with heat as she responds to the situation to the best of her understanding. Though she does a good job at containing the heat, the sudden shift in her physical state - and, by extension, threat level - is painfully obvious, especially to someone so keenly aware of such things.\n\n\"Say...\"\n\nAll that being said, the directly resultant changes are subtle, visible only as a soft glow resembling flickering candlelight barely visible against the wall, from which she stands up with bread in her offhand and a smile on her face that belies the distinct danger she represents.\n\n\"Either you're just really stinking cold, or I was dead on in thinking you had something to hide. What's the deal with that?\"" }, { "author": "Christopher Ashthorne", "message": "Christopher paused some feet away from Red, keenly aware of the potent magic radiating from her, just Begging To be taken. Wincing, he held his palms to his scrunched forehead. It shouldn't be taken, it wasn't his to take. \n\nChristopher breathed in a long breath, and a moment of silence passed. \n\nBut it must be taken, and he couldn't stop it.\n\nHe whirled around, and amber eyes that once regarded Red with a careful and thoughtful gaze were now filled with a wild scarlet hunger.\n\n\"I'm sorry, I wish it didn't have to be you.\" \n\nChristopher lurched forward, and the sound of cracking and tearing filled the air. \"Oh gods... What have I become?\" Within moments, tattered cloth lay about the floor as the fine coat was torn apart by the mage's transformation. What stood before Red now bore the likeness of a tall underfed jackal, with obsidian skin as smooth and glossy as the surface of a jar of ink. Two crimson eyes like embers in the night bore into Red with a predatory gaze, and think leather gloves gave way to long claws like black glass.\n\nNow in his curse's manifested form, Christopher's innate perception of magics around him is vastly amplified. Underlying tones of spells cast in the market over the last several days assaulted the beast's senses, but the overwhelming radiant power coming from the redheaded woman put all of them to shame. The creature lunged at the source of the energy claws extended, and its inky maw split open to reveal a dark void with no visible definition." }, { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "Panicking, running, screaming, stalls tumbling over and the slow getting trampled; the fun's hardly started, and there's already a melee as some people run and others decide to take advantage of the chaos and see what they can make off with. Not Red, though. A wicked grin forms on her face as she takes a quick hop back and raises the empty fist in front of her.\n\n\"I Knew* There was some fun to be had here!\"\n\nThe very instant her toes touch the ground, she bursts forward with shocking speed, ducking under and around the claws to throw an uppercut aimed to bury itself in Christopher's stomach. Assuming that lands as intended, he almost seems to stop midair for a moment, just long enough to take a powerful roundhouse kick to the side that launches him straight into a now-abandoned stall, throwing dust, debris, and damaged merchandise into the air.\nThough she doesn't follow up immediately, she does slowly walk forward, taking another bite of the bread in her offhand and talking with her mouth full.\n\n\"Seems starting small was the right call, though. You're not that strong, are you? This must be a recent development.\"" } ]	247	1,817
265.8	2024-04-18	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Christopher Ashthorne", "message": "Upon making contact with the beast, Red would discover two things. First, that same chilling sensation would return, followed by prickling pain. Second, she would find its hide to be as tough as iron, and her kinetic pulses slightly less effective than they would be otherwise. Upon landing her punch, a small web of cracks sprung from the site of the impact, bleeding black smoke. Claws scraped uselessly against black iron as Red's kick found her mark with a resounding thud. In a second, the black beast was upside down in a fruit stall several feet away, bleeding smoke from its wounds and peppered in pungent green pulp. Bold looters dashed away from the surrounding stalls, trying to avoid the fight while still scavenging what they could from. \n\nPulling itself out of the mess of a stall, the gaunt creature made an eerie guttural sound, its red eyes simmering. It paced back and forth, seemingly unsure of how to approach its potent but hazardous meal." }, { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "Red watches on as the beast forces itself to its feet and decides to play it safe. Of course that's the \"Right\" Thing to do, but where's the fun in that? Unamused, she swallows her bite and takes a bigger one, voice difficult to understand as she speaks around it.\n\n\"Where's that fire I saw just a second ago? Don't tell me I beat it out in one punch.\"\n\nShe takes another bite before she finishes chewing, stuffing her mouth past the point of reasonably talking, and with a loud Crack, she blasts forward again, at greater speeds than just a moment ago. It looks like she's going for a low attack, but with another explosive burst, she kicks off the ground at an angle just before any potential intercept attempts might catch her, and she launches again off a nearby wall to deliver a whirling kick aimed straight for the beast's head. Regardless of whether the strike actually connects, she lands several feet away, comfortably out of arm's reach and ready to move again in an instant." }, { "author": "Christopher Ashthorne", "message": "Shaking away pieces of mushy fruit, the emaciated jackal watches Red tensely. Clearly she's demonstrated notable speed and firepower, and would be night impossible to catch in a straight out chase, given its current drained state. \n\nThe moment Red lurches forward, the creature springs to the side and attempts to slash at Red, meeting only empty air as she changes direction suddenly. Whirling around, the black beast faces the incoming kick and Leaps into it, taking the brunt of it to the shoulder, aiming to stop the fiery brawler's momentum in her tracks and throw her off balance as the two collide in the air. The creature's shoulder fractures under the immense pressure, and its left arm drops limp as a web of cracks spark down it and inky fog guahes from the wound. With both fighters clashing together in the air, the creature grasps at Red's leg with its claw, digging into anywhere it can find to get a hold and ensure that its obsidian maw can clamp on unarmored flesh. Should it find purchase, Red finds herself assaulted by that same frigid sensation a dozen times over as her magic is rapidly siphoned away by an unyielding iron maw. The two crash into the ground as the beast's frenzied eyes burn brighter and glowing crimson veins shoot down its neck. Its claws and cracks in its skin pulsate in a sickly red color, and the flow of smoke pouring from its wounds slows as they begin to mend." }, { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "When the beast bites down, Red's flames erupt outward, incinerating what's left of her meal - including what remains inside her mouth - and setting the wrecked stand they've fallen on top of ablaze. She quickly gets it under control so as to avoid burning the entire place down, but the heat this close to her body is intense, and easily enough to make grappling for any stretch of time a dangerous prospect.\n\nShe thinks quickly. It's an awkward angle and an unfavorable situation, but it's not like she's out of options; after all, the beast has only grabbed on by one point, and it's made no effort at actually pinning her. With a roar and a sound resembling a thunderclap, she brings her gathered fist down upon its skull with force vastly exceeding what she put into her opening salvo mere moments prior, like she's finally taking it seriously.\n\n\"Hey, hey! No biting!\"\n\nAnother heavy blow, and another, and another. She could tell that a solid hit is enough to crack bone on this thing, and with any luck, it'll either die after a few hits at most or have the presence of mind to let go. Should the latter happen, she quickly rolls away and onto her feet, holding her damaged leg. It's bleeding pretty bad, but that just means there's a time limit now, and she can handle the pain. Worst case scenario, she cauterizes it and takes the rest of the day off, but if she finishes this fight quickly, then some quick bandaging should be enough. She's feeling weaker in other ways, too, but she's quickly figuring out that brief contact as with quick blows is the way to go when dealing with this mutt. In other words, while this thing's mana draining might cause her a little trouble, she's certain that she'll win." }, { "author": "Christopher Ashthorne", "message": "Bristling heat lapped against the jackal's inky skin, singeing its front side. Its eyes flared in intensity and strength as it further clamped down on Red's leg, exerting tremendous force. Any normal person's bones would have been crushed underneath its vice.\n\nRed's attack crashed down, her fists meeting the creature's head like a blacksmith's hammer against his anvil. A second followed shortly thereafter, and a third, and the black beast was forced to relent as its head nearly caved in, giving up its delicious prize. Releasing its grip, it bounded back to reposition itself with surprising speed. Looking far less emaciated, the creature stood several inches taller than it did a moment ago. Black smoke still bled from multiple wounds, and one red eye flickered weakly from the endured rush of head trauma, but espite its wounds the beast's maw split into a leering grin, and its eyes watched Red hungrily as prowled back and forth, waiting for its meal to make her move." } ]	216	1,329
360.5	2024-04-21	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Christopher Ashthorne", "message": "Seeing Red's sudden motion and her acquisition of a projectile, the beast leapt onto a nearby low-hanging roof, its obsidian claws scraping against tile. It raised its right arm to block the incoming salvo, and the first post thudded against it with a spray of cinders and ash, chipping it's arm while the second ricocheted off the tile roof.\n\nThe jackal leered at Red, letting out a scraping laugh as a blast of kinetic energy left it spinning. It flailed about, trying to regain its balance, and just as it turned to face Red, the rock smashed into its chest, and it let out a grinding howl as it crashed through the roof and into the shop below, splitting a large wooden table as it fell. Shaking off ceramic shards and splinters of wood, the beast picked itself up with a seething growl, the new cracks in its chest pulsating with a subtle red light only now visible in the darkness of the shop. \n\nQuickly finding the open doorway in the back of the small building, the creature dashed into the street parallel to the one Red was in, and looked for another angle by which to approach while hidden. Clearly she has the range advantage, so forcing close combat was necessary, and it had the advantage of being able to smell her general whereabouts." }, { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "It was a decent plan, slipping away and finding a new way back in, except for one key issue: Recoil is __fast__, and it heavily promotes a fighting style where one's opponent can hardly get a moment to breathe, let alone regroup. Given that, in the brief moment between when he crashed through the roof and when he regained his bearings, a certain walking torch was already there to greet him.\n\nNo comment, not a moment to think, just a brutal, lightning quick strike to send him through the wall and embed him in the rubble on the opposite side of the same street from before, having taken significantly greater damage around where he was hit. The first hits in the engagement were light, not at all serious, and the slam on the skull was no longer holding back. This is something else, though; Red took on actual physical strain to force out as much power as she could on a moment's notice. She hadn't been letting herself heat up too much, so the point where Recoil starts to hurt is only a little higher than in base, but nonetheless, this is a true full power strike by her base standards. Additionally, a portion of that power had been siphoned off to force directly into the beast's body on contact, meaning that it is simultaneously tanking a powerful strike and a kinetic shock inside of its hard exterior. Such is the blow that awaited him at the conclusion of his fall, accompanied by a thunderous sound comparable in force to that of a cannon going off.\nRed herself, having just completed a long string of Recoil-fueled maneuvers on low heat, has opted to take a moment to recoup, lest she push too hard and break herself at an inopportune moment. With that in mind, she opts instead to walk rather than run, picking up an apple from the ground that miraculously managed to stay intact and wiping the dust off with the cloth shirt underneath her armor.\n\n\"I'm starting to feel like a common schoolhouse bully, picking on weak children who are too scared to fight back. It's beneath me. Then again, though...\"\n\nShe takes a bite out of the now slightly roasted apple, and she crouches in front of the beast with a pleased look on her face.\n\n\"My father taught me that, if there's no reason not to, I should just do whatever I feel like doing; given that, I wouldn't want to disappoint him by giving up over something so trite as Remorse, now, would I? That would be silly of me.\"" }, { "author": "Christopher Ashthorne", "message": "Black shards flew as obsidian met brick, and the wall exploded outward as the black beast rocketed through, spewing smoke like a crashing meteor. Stalls and stands did little to slow its momentum down, and it slammed into the wall opposite to Red. Covered in brick and mortar the beast lay motionless, its chest nearly in pieces, barely held held together by some invisible force. Flickering like a candle struggling to stay alight, its remaining eye slowly winked out, and a torrent of thick black fog gushed out of every wound, filling the market space nearby. The beast shrunk slightly, its inky glass hide bleeding to brown, and then to a pale white. Its toothy maw retreated inward, revealing a familiar face. Christopher let out a faint wheezing sound, followed by heavy coughing as dust rained down on him. Suddenly, he was made keenly aware of the many fractures present in his ribcage. \"Noted. Grevious injuries are retained upon reversion. I'll have to write that down.\" He thought absentmindedly as he struggled to piece together everything that just happened. \"I was in a fight, and I transformed, right?\" The fight was hazy in his mind, especially the beginning. He remembered a woman. Yeah, a woman with fiery red hair, who punched really hard, like a... Like a...\n\nChristopher's stupor was interrupted as he caught a whiff of Red's aura. \"Fells, she's probably going to kill me, isn't she? Wait, __who__ is she?\" Whatever the case, now wasn't the time to be pondering questions like that. Christopher gritted his teeth and attempted to sit up, much to the dismay of his ribs. A dozen bolts of sharp pain quickly detered him from that course of action.\n\nAssuming Red doesn't interrupt before this point, Christopher clears his throat and speaks in a strained voice.\n\n\"Ahem. Um. Lady, can we hold on for a moment here?\"" }, { "author": "Red Apirae, of Fire and Fury", "message": "Red cocks her head slightly as the beast melts and reveals Christopher's moderately broken but still very alive body, her pleased look switching to one of disappointment.\n\n\"So that's how it is, huh?\"\n\nShe tries to take a bite of the apple she's holding again, but as it's been burnt by now, she spits it out immediately, casting the rest of it aside as she plops onto her rear and extinguishes her fiery aura. What to do now that the fight's over? Killing him won't be any fun, but there's a chance he'll try and get her into trouble. She could probably win that debate, particularly since everyone who saw could tell that she was just beating down a monster that transformed in the middle of a crowded street, but she really doesn't feel like going through all that hassle.\n\nChristopher likely won't have much trouble guessing what she's thinking, and it doesn't take a master martial artist to tell that her bored expression and relaxed posture aren't at all a sign that the danger is past. The expectant look in her eyes gives the distinct impression that what he says next will decide his fate." } ]	344	1,442
256.75	2023-12-11	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "The gardens of the Eternal Palace itself, what a funny sight to see. The Cursed One looked around with a small amount of joy and satisfaction, a grin appearing on his face as he saw eyes widened once they looked towards him.\n\nBet you they never expected to see me here... Some of them probably think I'm here for them too, how fun.\n\nHe felt like a lion walking amongst prairie dogs, the eyes of any and all present in the gardens at some point landed on his visage and all panicked. He returned every gaze with his own, watching some even grow slightly paler, what a wonderful feeling.\n\nBut, he knows that all isn't the reason why he's here and he should turn to other matters. A mission given to him by The Empress Herself was completed and this was the place she'd said to wait for her at once he'd returned. No doubt she already knew he was here, informants and such, so Tarin decided to just stand around and wait.\n\n\"*I wonder what her reaction will be.\" The cursed mused to himself, his clothes splinted with an odd purple blood while he had a large sword resting on his shoulder- the sword of the champion he'd slain mere hours ago." }, { "author": "Empress Amelia Iraia", "message": "Just a few minutes after Tarin had entered, the attention of everyone was turned back to the entrance: in a matter of moments everyone in the room had become subservient, obedient, and reverent to the woman who had entered.\n\nThe Empress.\n\nDressed in her regal gown, the Eternal Empress entered, striding in, exuding confidence and power like none other. Guards and nobles alike stood with respect and bowed in her presence. She greeted them with a mere glance, aware that this simple gesture was enough for them.\n\n\"Ah, yes... You. You have returned.\"\n\nThe Empress didn't seem impressed, more as if this was simply business that she had to deal with to get on with the rest of her day. It is in a way, for her life was always busy and filled with all sorts of trouble. Time was very valuable.\n\n\"Everyone, leave us be.\"\n\nShe turned her head to the side, and with a single sentence of command those who had no business there anymore promptly left. Not without murmurs, but she hardly cared, if they wanted to earn her favor they'd know to keep to themselves.\n\n\"Now, you - speak.\"\n\nShe stated as she stood there with grace, hands clasped with one another as her blue eyes scanned him. She awaited expectantly." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "The Cursed watched the Empress stride into the gardens with the authority and regality befitting her title- The Eternal Empress.* Tarin couldn't help but smirk at the display, how everyone coveted and cowered before her- wishing and wanting for acknowledgment, a blessing or a boon. Weaklings *All.\n\n\"Empress.\" With a small nod of his head, the bare minimum for a \"Bow\", Tarin pulled the sword off his shoulder and with a quick flick of his wrist held the weapon in a reverse grip before slamming it down and imbedding the blade an inch or so into the ground below.\n\n\"Alistair Barbo is dead, his sword, as proof.\"\n\nStanding up to his full height Tarin kept his eyes locked on the Empress', not a single drop of reverence or borderline fanatical praise like so many who serve under her seem to have about them. If anything Tarin seemed like he was excited about something given the way he smiled... And he was...\n\nI wonder what guards she keeps around. Assassins? Mages? Barbarians? Knights? I wonder if they're strong... I could find out really easily... I don't even have to actually hurt her before they would try and kill me...*\n\nThe warriors darker-side wormed around in his mind with malicious thoughts and intentions but after a few moments of the thoughts being allowed to live Tarin cast them out- better to keep in the Empress' good graces, no better pay and no better targets then when she hires him." }, { "author": "Empress Amelia Iraia", "message": "\"Keep it. I have seen enough.\"\n\nShe sneered at him with a bit of... Arrogance? Her eyes looked down upon Tarin, lip slightly curling to a smirk. Amelia was not easily impressed, but still, had a liking for a job well done.\n\n\"That... Thing. It was a thorn to my side, even when I was but the Duchess of the Capitol. It is good to see someone return here with that bastard's sword rather than ending up as a pile of chewed up bones.\"\n\nShe sighed. The problems of an Empress were endless, there was always one threat after the other that needed dealing with.\n\n\"My steward shall hand you compensation, as I promised. But I must remind you of our deal - never speak of this to anyone else. At least, not in a manner that will get the wrong eyes turning. Do you understand?\"" } ]	263.5	1,027
340.875	2024-04-26	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Pride", "message": "```3 AoM, 874```\n\nIt had been so long since the lion graced the Eternal Palace with his presence, or so it was often called such. In truth he had merely not had cause to return for some time, his orders long standing for two centuries. Even know as he strode through the courtyard he found his mind adrift, always wandering and always concerned with what was and what will be- it is rare for him, in his moments of peace, to worry about what is instead.\n\nHe wandered along the paths of the courtyard, admiring the refined craftsmanship around him. Gorgeous statues of marble made to look so real you'd think they would turn to look at you if they felt like it. Water fountains that look like small part of the Isles themselves have been brought here to be looked at with a smile. The courtyard had always been a place of peace for him, often silent and serene whenever he ventured there during the night as he is now.\n\nWith a small sigh the demigod of war sat upon a bench carved from granite, looking off towards the rising moon as his white hair flowed in the wind. His gaze, golden and powerful, softened as he looked over the moon's splendor. A reminder of Lusine, a woman of such grace and beauty she could send Pride and his armies to war with but a glance and a smile.\n\n\"*You always brighten my darkest hours, moon-born.\" He said in a hushed whisper, a private remark he wished he could have said to her face. He knew that might be possible later, a few years down the road maybe, but as he continued to marvel at the moon a gentle smile slowly making its way across his face- hope, it still remained." }, { "author": "Mystery", "message": "Right in the courtyard, while Pride was seemingly all alone in his solace and contemplations, was one man, a gardener that even late at night was tending to the plants of this side of the courtyard. \n\nExcept, for one such as Pride who would often visit the palace, and would no doubt be used to if not very familiar with the servants of the Eternal Palace, this man would come off as an oddity. Instead of wearing a humble outfit, he wore an expensive if ancient toga. He was in his middle ages, a long beard on his face, yet he was never seen here before. Most of all, he was almost ignoring the demigod within the room, as if he was not there at all. \n\nEmphasis on almost.\n\n\"Practicing poetry?\"* The man finally spoke, his tone a bit fatherly with a hint of teasing. For a servant like him to speak so confidently towards a high ranking commander, let alone a Demigod... He either was too brave for his own good, or was more familiar to him than he could ever think. \n\n\"I didn't know the children of the Gods could be romantic.\" The gardener noted, his back remaining turned to Pride as he continued to snip and snap the leaves and branches within the courtyard, trimming them perfectly. Too perfectly, as if an artisan's eye was currently painting a piece rather than a gardener simply doing his job. \"I expected a focus on war and battles, like the ones of old... But times do change. Or I'm simply getting old.\" He chuckled." }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "The demigod had indeed noticed the man when he arrived, assuming him to be either servant or simple enjoyer as was he. He had some suspicions when he spied the finer robes though he quickly dashed them away with reason- everyone has their small joys in life, hobbies or acts they commit to practicing for peace of mind. Some chose to read and write, like him, and others might choose to tend to a garden as that man is. Either way Pride didn't want to assume, he knows what little good can come from such a thing.\n\nWhen the man spoke to him in such a manner Pride felt the fires of his ego boil for a moment, that part of his being that wanted to prove his domination and supremacy above all others. Yet he fought himself, his right fist clenching with such strength he could have snapped the blade of a sword clean in two.\n\n\"*Something of the sort... More so hoping she can hear me, but poetry is a good way to put it.\" He replied with as much kindness as his previous emotion would allow, thought it was enough to seem somewhat decent.\n\n* \n\"Indeed we can. Most indulge in the simple pleasures of romance, some have waited for millennia to find someone worth the true commitment. I tend to the latter.\" Pride crossed his arms as the man kept his back to him, he didn't much care to be exalted like so many other demigods do, but to have your back turned to someone while speaking was simply disrespectful to him. \"The one's of old aye? Those ancient demigods from the ages long lost, those who walked beside the Conqueror himself?*\"\n\nHis tone was slowly growing agitated, he loathed those that made assumptions of him and his fellow demigods as if they knew truly anything about them that wasn't elaborate story and song from old legends and dusty books. Those who knew nothing of what they had suffered, what He* Had suffered.\n\n\"*I have dwelt on war and blood since the day I first cried out to this world. Not a day goes by where I do not think of the thing I am born from, but make no mistake, I am driven by other things than mindless slaughter.\"" }, { "author": "Mystery", "message": "To his comment about the ages long lost, the man let out a soft chuckle. As if he was laughing at Pride's naivete, though it was a valid assumption nonetheless.\n\n\"I was thinking... Further.\"* He turned around to reveal his face, his brown beard and eyes obvious. The gardener looked fairly average, healthy to be a nobleman, but there was an aura of familiarity. Not of his face, for it simply looked to be average, like the average citizenry... But with the spirit he carried. The way he acted. The method which he spoke to Pride. Like a peer. \"Way before this Empire came to be. When we were all divided amongst city states or tribes. When sons of gods were as common as ravaging bandit lords. Though back then, who could tell them apart?\"\n\nThe gardener continued to groom the plants around the courtyard, seeming very focused on his job. \"Must be from before your time, I'm sure. You look young to be that old.\"\n\n\"Truly?\" He interjected after his speech about slaughter. \"You ARE the son of a war god. You lived through the greatest war this world had and will ever see. Now you have returned, and your role remains that of a commander.\"\n\nHis tone had shifted from eloquently mysterious to accusatory. Like he was questioning his authority. Who was he to ask such questions? A heretic? He Is A deity after all, or the son of one. To ask such rude questions...\n\n\"Are you ready for what comes after ceaseless war? The responsibility of maintaining peace and harmony?\"" }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "\"*Before the age of unification we were all simple people, simple lives and simple joys. We knew nothing of what was to come, no word nor warnings. I was only a young boy when Scipio came to my mothers doorstep, and for years even after that... We fit amongst the masses.\" His memories of that time have always been strongly repressed. He did not want nor wish to dwell on the sadness and regret, anger and resentment he was fueled with by those old memories. Back when he was simple, naive and stupid.\n\n\"If you are so wise than you should well know that outward appearance tells little of one's true story.\" The demigod replied as he stood from his seat upon the hand made bench of granite. \"I am.\" Was all he had to offer in reply.\n\n\"Do not aim to stand before me and question my readiness.\" The golden hue of his eyes grew brighter, the darkness of night around them scattering back into the shadows as Pride began to shimmer with light. His long white hair puffing up like the main of a lion, his muscles seeming to bulge out further as it was like he grew in size- standing taller than he was before.\n\n\"I am Pride Malcorin, greatest son of Titanos and the First Imperator of The Conquerer himself. I have bloodied armies with sword and shield and used their very bones as fertilizer for fields I helped harvest. Speak to me in such a manner again and I will enlighten you to just how* Ready *I am.\"\n\nRage burned in his heart of gold. The mixture of emotions from looking at the moon and his unspoken love of Lusine had brought him peace but whoever this man is has torn that peace away from him by daring to speak to him with such gumption, made him relive memories and retell the same story he has told over and over and over again: that his role is the very same as it was three millennia ago, and that he is no closer to his goal then as he is now. And that... That enrages him." }, { "author": "Mystery", "message": "The gardener turned to face the demigod, looking at him not with eyes of fear, nor with eyes of defiance... But with an unflinching lack of fear. He did not fear this demigod before him, unfazed by the threats of 'enlightenment' thrown his way. \n\n\"You still burn with unending rage. That I do not fault you for.\"* It was as if his voice had entirely changed, to one that Pride was very familiar to. A voice that he had yet to hear again for millennia, and only now resufraced. The gardener circled Pride, walking past the plants he cultivated. \"This was a test. But you have not passed. Nor have you failed.\"\n\nThe mysterious man stood beside one plant, his hand twirling a correctly trimmed leaf. \"I wanted only to discover how different you are now. You have changed, I can see. But you remain haunted by your past. Or you've simply not adjusted to this new world. You had only centuries to adapt, after all. I had my entire lifetime.\"\n\nThe gardener emitted a glow - a white glow - which slowly rose in intensity the more he spoke. \n\n\"I have watched you for a long time. I have seen you succeed and fail. Love and hate. Most of all I have seen you gain... And lose. You have lost a lot, and now is the time for you to gain something once again.\"\n\nThe figure, now glowing at its brightest to the point a stare towards him could be blinding, stepped beside the plant. It was then when the gardener was no more, and in his wake, a being emerged. The light dimmed down, no longer obscuring the man who emanated the glow. The odd and questioning gardener was now gone, replaced by a near-godly being clad in heavy armor. He stared at Pride, directly looking him in the eye... And downwards, at that." }, { "author": "Scipio the Conqueror", "message": "\"Son of Titanos... You were always ready.\"" }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "The war child held no care for the lack of fear in the man's gaze, all would be in accordance with his design soon enough. \"*Rage will always burn in the hearts of those caked in war and mine shall burn the hottest.\" He replied with zeal to his tone, a righteous venom meant to stake his claim to the throne of superiority... Until the voice changed.\n\n\"Child.\"\n\n\"Young one.\"\n\n\"Pride.\"\n\n\"Imperator.\"\n\nFlashes of memories long since forgotten erupted into the mind of the war born child. His eyes clamped shut and he physically jolted in pain, dropping down to a knee with a harsh clatter of metal. His body was trembling, sweat already beading on his brow while his teeth ground against themselves and his hair seemed to stand on end. His breathing became labored, he tried to suck in air to fix himself but he felt as if no matter how much air he took in he was still near to suffocating.\n\n\"Noctis.\"\n\n\"Alekhya.\"\n\n\"Imperator.\"\n\n\"Conqueror.\"\n\nThe son of Titanos stood with great effort, his eyes wild with an animalistic urgency as his body, his finely tuned body was out of his control. The body he had worked tirelessly to forge into the ultimate weapon, the greatest of them all, that now felt weak and hollow as he stared at the visage of the man who molded him into the White Lion.\n\n\"S... Scipio?*\" His speech came out like the croak of a frog, hoarse and guttural as the eyes of an aged demigod saw through the lenses of both a boy seeing his father once again and a man seeing his jailer returned to him." } ]	361.5	2,727
600	2023-12-23	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Walking through the Gates of Eclipse, Cullen couldn't help but marvel at the architecture as his feet carried him forward. He tucked some of his longish white hair behind his ear and studied the golden framework, the fine marble stones and the magical lights that caused some of the designs to glow. It was a fascinating sight, he'd never seen anything like it in his entire life. With a grin, he slung his pack over his shoulder and rifled through it as a voice murmured in the back of his head. Already he'd been on a few adventures and along the way, he'd collected the finest bottle of Red Scaled Dragonlily Wine he could get his hands on from the Riable Isles. It was meant as a gift for the headmaster here. Aranea had thought bringing a gift was appropriate- Atlas had thought they should knock out the Headmaster to show they were worthy students. \n\nIt was safe to say he'd taken Araneas advice. It was her voice that was speaking now. \n\n\"Be alert Cullen, enemies could be everywhere here. Plenty of magic practitioners, making your death look like an accident would be an easy manner.\" Cullen couldn't help but shudder. What a ray of sunshine she was. He pulled the bottle out with its glittering ruby stopper. The thing was worth more money than he'd ever made his entire life working odd jobs. It felt strange to have enough money to buy things like this- but he did. He was one of the richest people in the Nine Realms now. The thought made his stomach sour. He slipped his pack back on and started to walk again. He examined the wine bottle. \n\nWell, it was a Fine Bottle of wine. He'd only ever had cheap wine, he hadn't even thought to try some fine stuff when he'd become Archduke. He'd been too busy trying to stay out of sight and not get assassinated. Perhaps just a light Sniff Of the stuff wouldn't hurt anyone... He unscrewed the cap and raised it to his nose. Good gods! This was the shit! Maybe he could get the Headmaster to let him have a si-\n\nLost in thought, he trip\n\nPed and fell forward. \n\n\"Whoaaaaa!\" He clutched the wine tight but a splash of it flew forward and splattered against the clothes of Sasha as he crashed to the ground groaning as he hit his funny bone. Somehow he had managed not to spill more of the super rare and delicious wine. \"Ow ow ow!\" He said, setting the bottle down and holding his elbow as he rolled in pain. He hadn't even noticed that he'd splashed anyone yet. Once he did, his eyes widened and he popped to his feet. \n\n\"Gods I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going- I could probably get that out with some special cleaner I have a recipe for!\" He said, waving his hands apologetically. Cullen was a Very Handsome young man, with his white hair like silk and golden dancing eyes, his pearly teeth and his drow skin only making him look more ethereal. He had broad shoulders and a strong body visible through his loosely buttoned shirt and well fitting leather trousers. \n\n\"HAHAHAHA! You look like a fucking moron right now!\" Atlas said in a fit of roaring laughter within Cullens head, which only made the moment so much worse." }, { "author": "Sasha Olgavia", "message": "The magos academia had a visitor today.\n\nSomeone, Sasha imagined, is important enough for her to be forced to stand near the entrance and recite the irritating welcome greetings towards. Someone who is also not important enough to be described in vivid detail, and have an entire chorus of neophytes welcome them instead. She was, putting it mildly, bored. Sasha disliked being exposed like this, the less she's publicly seen the better. But as the prime neophyte exchanged glances with passing-by lesser rivals, she could feel every nerve in her body demand that she leave lest a few more students find themselves turned into an icicle surprise. \n\nStill, she had to be brave. She had to do her job, and fulfill the wishes of her master. Perhaps he knew just how important this fellow is that he sent Sasha first, for the Archmagos was the only person who could properly see her potential. Or perhaps, she had unknowingly stoked his ire and this was punishment. Her mind settled for the latter option, as every waking second she stood there it felt like she was inevitably destined to be reduced to a puddle of melted ice. \n\nSoft, gloved fingers caressed her own shoulders as she sought to alleviate herself from the cold winter. Even mother ember's warm embrace did not give her any heat. Sasha's bright blue eyes sparkled, her smooth yet sharp cheekbones scintillating. The shimmering, shining sun struck her scornful, sundering, sanguine smile. \n\nHer view darted from one corner to the other until it landed on someone galavanting and shuffling around the citadel. Sasha watched this stranger with suspicions brewing from within, slowly believing that this man's stroll has singled him out to be the esteemed guest of this establishment on this day. Before any of her thoughts could manifest into something special, her expensive, envy-earning ocean blue gown had absorbed alcohol within its fabrics, a stroke of liquid soaked and staining her outfit very clearly. \n\nSasha's eyes narrowed deeply\n\n, angry- nay, Offended At the stumbling scum situated before her sight. The woman hardly cared for the man's cries and writhing, holding herself from kicking him down further. Instead, she allowed the etiquette and training bestowed upon her by Merlin to take over, forcing her body to not react... With violence, that is. \n\n\"You disrespect this academy with your actions. This is no plaza, or a tavern. You are in the most prestigious magical academia. It takes little effort to act appropriately, as little as I will give to toss you.\"\n\nShe glared at him with uncensored contempt, breathing slowly growing erratic by the second. It takes a little effort for one to see where they're going, for one to be kicked out... And for him to piss off the Scion of the Headmaster." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "__The Magos Academia__, the most sought after and powerful magical academy and institution within the whole of Aeterna. Formed hundreds of years ago during the waning years of the reign of the First Emperor, Scipio, the academy has stood as the pinnacle of magic and all things attached to the subject. Most all who wish to see themselves climb the ranks of the magical world come to the academy at some point in their lives and some of the finest witches and wizards across all of Aeterna have the academy to thank when asked about their skills... Well, more accurately, the leader of the academy himself. \n\nThe founder and leader of this marvelous establishment, *Merlin Mora, the Champion of the Goddess of Magic, has remained the single headmaster and Arch Magos of the academia since it's birth. A devote lover of the arcane, the strongest wizard of all Aeterna and a wise old man in all aspects.\n\nSome; however, say he's too... Unserious, for his station. \n\n\"Archibald, have you seen my staff? I wish to make an appearance when greeting our guest.\" The old mage asked aloud as he firmly set his hat onto his head. The cat, Archibald, replied by lazily blinking their eyes and laying their head back down. \"Archibald Hendrix Von Ketterdam, do not try and act like you cannot hear me.\" The small cat breathed a sigh from the nose before speaking back to Merlin.\n\n* *\n\"In your satchel Merlin, and please just call me Archie, you know I hate my full name.\" The voice of a woman came from the feline companion of Merlin, the Wizard quickly dug into his satchel and pulled his powerful staff from its hiding place. Now that his attire had been set in order it was time to greet the newest arrival of the academy. \"Thank you Archie, I'll be back later.\" \n\nPoof.\n\n\"I wonder who this Archduke will be. One I've yet to have the pleasure of meeting, which tells me this is a new Archduke indeed. Well, if Sasha hasn't already frozen them into a man-cicle I'm sure it'll be a nice introduction atleast.\" The old wizard smiled widely as he thought about what's to come, excited to meet a new face.\n\nA ripple of magic appeared before both Sasha and Cullen, a warbling rift in the threads of reality, Powerful magic.* Mere moments pass away before the rift opens and pure magical energy imposes itself on the surrounding area- a tidal wave of magical energy. All coming from a gnome dressed in red robes, a pointed hat, a staff perfectly sized for him and a pipe held firmly in his lips.\n\n\"*Hello there.\" A wide grin on his face, a wise old sage." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen simply took a few steps back from the womans icy gaze. She was frigid, terrifying and with her eyes narrowed like that she looked as she were... Were to what? His mind raced as he realized this was the Magos Academy, which means she might be a Mage. What the hell was he supposed to do about that? He didn't know a single thing about magic and he sure as hell wasn't gonna just punch her. Stuttering, he was about to explain the accident when the air rippled and Poof. An Old* Man appeared and- \n\n\"Nooooo!!!\" Atlas roared. \n\n*What a waste.\" Aranea murmured.\n\nAs the two souls lamented the loss of the fine wine, it tipped over and shattered as Merlin appeared and knocked it over. Nearly a hundred gold worth of wine now nothing but a deep red puddle around their shoes. He dropped to his knees and placed his hands on either side, staring at himself in the reflection. So much money, more money than he'd ever earned just Gone. As Merlin spoke, \"Hello there.\" He simply held a hand up towards the old mage, ENTIRELY unaware of who he was. \n\n\"Please, I must grieve.\" He said, his fingers curling into a fist. \"I was supposed to give that as a gift to the Headmaster.\" He said, uplifted hand still shaking as he watched the beautiful, probably delicious wine seep into the cracks in the stone. Perhaps he could just lap it up like a dog, he couldn't look any worse right? When else would he be able to try 90 gold wine. When? His lips parted trembling as he was about to lean down and lick the wine up when Atlas roared. \n\n\"What the fuck are you doing?! It's wine you snivelling little imbecile. Its fucking grapes, if you don't get off the damn floor I will force you to gouge your own eyes out. Get. Up.\" The voice of Atlas was a low and deadly rumble, his fury so fierce that it sent a shiver down Cullens spine. He even forgot that Atlas couldn't control his body. He instantly shot straight up to his feet and Saluted?\n\nAnd I can clean it up!\" \n\n\"Oh this is terrible.\" Aranea groaned." } ]	590	2,400
456.25	2023-12-26	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen only stood there gaping like an idiot as he was first verbally berated and then absolutely amazed by the pure act of magic as the bottle of wine reformed as if it had never been dropped. It took him even longer to realize the old gnome was The Merlin Mora. His name was legend in the Eternal City and Cullen had grown up there roughing it, tales of Merlin and the heroes of the land and through the ages were popular amongst young boys and girls wishing to be adventurers one day and escape the slums. \n\n\"So, like- are you a Wizard too?\" He asked Sasha, peering at her. \"No hard feelings right? Your nice gowns all clean now.\" He said, trying to smile at her but grimacing instead. Gods she was intimidating. \n\nStill he fell into step behind Merlin, keeping a good few feet between him and Sasha for safety and gawking at the academy around him. He fidgeted with his clothes, feeling woefully underdressed around the students in their garb and regalia. Perhaps he should have stopped by a tailor and gotten new clothes- but he felt most comfortable in travelers garb. Common man's clothing. It felt... Disingenuous to wear noble clothing even if he was technically a noble now. \n\n\"Did you say elven moongrass leaves sir? I have plenty- would you like a tin? Being an Archduke of the elven homeland does come with at least one benefit.\" He joked, patting his self carved pipe in his pocket. Cullen loved a good smoke and a touch of whiskey to relax with- and there was nothing like Elven Moongrass. He had at least four tins but they wouldn't be easy to get way out here. Perhaps if Merlin was cool he'd give him two." }, { "author": "Sasha Olgavia", "message": "\"They call me an ice queen because I am one terrible day away from turning them into an ice statue.\"\n\nDespite the fact her words had the set-up to be a joke, her tone couldn't be anymore serious. Sasha was stating a fact, and perhaps it sounded like a threat to Cullen— which is an interpretation she wanted him to understand. \n\nShe merely watched as the drink returned back to its proper place, her outfit sorting itself as soon as Merlin's cleansing ability did its deed. Her eyes were neither glad nor surprised, indicating this has happened before. Not one to one, but a very similar event occurred enough for her to not react heavily. \n\n\"Too? So you're here to study? You best act your best, boy, this Academia is not for the weak.\"\n\nSasha said with a hiss, not necessarily at him but to her own personal experiences. Indeed, the academia chewed up everyone and spat out those it deems unworthy. She does not yet know his true capabilities, but his own actions reminded her of her young self once... Gods know how she was treated because of that.\n\nA brow was raised at the passing mention of his origin.\n\n\"Archduke? Of Velaris? You are a long way from home, nobleman.\"\n\nShe cared as much for his title as she cared for everything she does not care for. That is, she didn't. At all. Archduke or not, he was the one to embarrass himself. He was not scheming to be a political asset to the Empress, he stood at the millennia old foundation of magic to learn and study. As far as she was concerned, he was in a foreign kingdom. Hers. \n\nAnd Merlin's, she supposed." }, { "author": "Merlin Mora", "message": "\"Temper *Yourself Sasha. The poor lad has just only arrived and that is proof enough of his determination. Do not make his life that much harder by being a vessel for him to harbor resentment, you are a senior at this academy, you should nurture the new and the young. Just as I did for you.\"\n\nThe old sage spoke not with authority but with wisdom, kindness and understanding. He laid a gentle hand on his icy apprentices arm as they walked together, patting her to reassure her that he is here and he is by her side.\n\n\"This academy is a place for any and all who wish to learn of the majesty and wonder that is the arcane. It is your duty and mine that we should welcome those who wish to embark on that journey we so long ago chose to follow also. Lead from the front, not command from the rear.\" With another gentle pat on Sasha' arm the old man slowed his pace to stand side by side Cullen, chuckling at his eager and kind attitude- a pleasant young man to be sure.\n\n\"An archduke you say? It's been some years since one with such a station has walked through my gates. It's good to know you passed them, they're a hidden test. Those who seek magic for only power and dark ambition are barred from entering here. Seeing as we are on the path to my study you have already been accepted by the academy as a soon to be student. Take pride in that fact young man.\"\n\nWisdom and kindness seem to flow from Merlin like a raging river, every flowing and ever present. But, at the same time he speaks with a joyful and humorous tone to his words, like a grandfather to those who have come after him.\n\n* \n\"I appreciate the offer dear boy, I do indeed. We can save the tins for later, for now let us head to my personal study and enjoy the drink you have brought and we can discuss your purposes here. I'm eager to learn more about you.*\" With a gentle pat placed on Cullens forearm and old wizard strode ahead of the two and made his way to the main hall of the academy, the large metal doors of ornate and arcane design opening on their own- And what a sight it is.\n\nStudents of all years are within the grand hall, spells are cast in practice- some in jest, but all of them seem to be a closely connected bunch for Merlin would have it no other way.\n\nTurning to Cullen he gesture with an open hand towards the halls, a smile of mischief on his face. \n\n\"Welcome to the Magos Academia and to the beginning of your journey as a student of the arcane.\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Well, no need to be so frigid.\" He said, and he couldn't help but put a hand up over his face to hide a smirk. She really was an ice queen, it was as if she were carved from some glacier and given life to waltz around. What kind of chip was on her shoulder? Sensing that she'd be a problem, he decided that the only way to conquer that problem was to try and understand. \n\n\"Understand what? She'a a bitch and you're a simpering coward for not lashing back.\"* Atlas sneered contemptuously. Aranea was silent, perhaps conflicted on how she felt about Sasha. \n\n\"Only in title. It's a complicated situation Headmaster if I'm being honest. You have a reputation in legend for being good at sorting these kinds of things out- the court nobles don't believe in your stories but I do, so when they sent me away so they could control realm in my absence I felt it was a worthy gamble. I want to lead and protect the land and people I've inherited- but I know I'll need to be strong to do so.\" He admitted. The other souls had reasons for wanting to be here. Atlas wouldn't have been able to walk past those gates surely, but because he hadn't been in resonance with Cullen nothing had stopped them from going through. Aranea wanted to come because she wanted Cullen to be the hero he knew he wasn't. It was all a big mess. \n\nSo far he liked Merlin, he was approachable and felt like he was Cullens long lost grandfather. He'd even saved Cullen (for now) from too severe a tongue thrashing from Sasha. \n\n\"Whoaaa.\" He said in amazement, rushing ahead to peer at students practicing spells and incantations. His grin was boyish, too young for his face and didn't match his eyes, which were too old. It was not that he was naive- Merlin would note- it was that Cullen was actively Choosing To enjoy the world around him. Life hadn't been fair to Cullen, but he'd always made the most of it. He'd gotten very little from his mother, but this was the most precious gift she'd bestowed on him. \n\n\"So will I ge\n\nT like a magic wand or a staff or something? Maybe an orb? Will I learn how to do that thing wizards do, you know like ponder over my orb to spy on dragons or something?\" He asked, turning back to the pair with an eager expression." } ]	453.5	1,825
410	2024-04-11	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Tyril nerijor", "message": "Tyril noted the obvious hint of sarcasm in her voice but he didn't mind it at all. Instead he stayed silent for a moment and nodded his head at her. \"I suppose you can say that. And you are right about one thing. I don't think I can memorize everyone's face. \" He responded to her with a shrug. His brows then arched for a moment as he heard her words. He wasn't certain what she meant by battling demons. He didn't know much about demons or battles against them. It wasn't surprising to him as he didn't indulge himself in dark magic or anything related to demonic stuff. Although he could still learn and he believed he should learn stuff like that because he never knew when they may come in handy he wasn't in too much of a rush about it. He folded his hands in front of him neatly and cleared his throat at her. \"I will admit my knowledge about demons and things related to them is a bit low. \" He said to her. \"Frankly you are the first person I met who seems to fight demons. Perhaps you would accompany me someday and tell me all about those battles. I would certainly like to know more about it. Sounds like a rather interesting path. But for now I suppose I can ask around and see what I can come up with.\" He stopped for a moment before realising his mistake. \n\n\n\n\"Pardon me but I forgot to introduce myself. My name is tyril nerijor. What is your name my lady? \" He asked her gently." }, { "author": "Adelaide Moreau", "message": "Barking out a laugh, she remarked, \"My face, at least, is rather memorable, or so I hear.\" His look of surprise was very familiar for her. Anytime she was forced into talking and told similar lies, many people were surprised or impressed. If not for her stature and her scar, she got the feeling many people would berate her about a woman being in such a line of work. But with those two factors, she looked far more formidable than the average, dainty lady. Watching him with her cool, piercing gaze, she found it almost comical how prim and proper he was. It was especially entertaining since she primarily spent her time around mindless undead and one rather large, warrior-like undead. As Tyril spoke she had to internally suppress a giggle; for many reasons, it was good she hadn't brought Alexander with her. They were far more recognizable together, he was a bit large for something this stealthy, and he would Absolutely Have none of what was happening right now. This poor fool would likely be dead; not that it much mattered to Adelaide.\n\nRolling her eyes once more, the Wilted Rose commented dryly, \"No surprise you know no such sorts. You seem a bit... Too fancy for that.\" Her blue green eyes seemed to try to bore holes into him, \"I'm afraid I'm not a terribly big fan of company. Or of talking really. You might call me... Business-like, if you want to put it nicely for your sensible, delicate ears.\" While she was definitely not interested in meeting him for lengthy discussion, nor anyone really save Alexander and her fellow disgraced knights, she didn't want to completely cut off a potential source of information. Social niceties just really weren't her forte. Sighing, she added, \"Though I would be grateful, for anything you find out.\"\n\n \nSurprise replaced her neutral expression, only for a moment, at his introduction. Adelaide entirely expected some title, or list of titles, based on his dress and the way he conducted himself. Perhaps he was withholding it intentionally. If he hadn't recognized her yet, she felt it was unlikely he would. On occasion, she would send some zombies through town in the dead of night, to tear down her and Alex's posters, so that they might move about the City a little more freely. It worked, for the most part. With complete confidence and somewhat of an edge, she introduced herself, also free of titles, \"I'm Adelaide Moreau, of the Eternal City. I live with my... Friend on my estate in the southeastern part of town.\" Her hesitation came of not being entirely sure What To call Alexander. He was certainly her best friend, but then their bond was far more than friends. Without her feelings spoken, and any she fervently hoped he might have, nothing more had come of it yet." }, { "author": "Tyril nerijor", "message": "Tyril hadn't given her his title or where he came from because for whatever reasons he didn't feel like he could trust her. What the reason for such a logic was he didn't know. But something in his gut told him that. Still he knew she could easily tell he was somewhat important because of his clothes. Unfortunately there was nothing he could do about it at this point. Even after she commented about him being too fancy he stayed silent and didn't give her any response or anything. But her next words made his brows furrow for a moment. He bit his lower lip listening to her words before simply nodding his head at her. He wasn't sure how to respond to her about it but that wouldn't stop him from doing it so. \"I see. And don't worry my ears aren't that delicate or sensitive. \" He said to her with a wink. \n\n\n\nAs she introduced herself he noticed she also didn't give him any titles, no doubt intentionally. Which was clever from her. But he hadn't said anything about it to her. He mentally noted down her name and had made a mind of finding out more about her and especially more about this friend of hers. \"It is a pleasure to meet you lady Adelaide. I suppose I shall let you go now. Don't want to waste anymore of your time. And I am sure your friend is eager to see you. What is the name of your friend though? Perhaps I know them. I do have good connections in eternal city. \"" } ]	318	1,230
485.866667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Mikha'il Hakim \| The Ghoul", "message": "It had been quite the uneventful day for Mikha'il, as his last contract was roughly a week and a half ago. This had not only affected his general mood, but also the weight of his coin purse, making it a bit harder for him to keep skirting by on paying for inns and tavern rooms. Not to mention the fact that it was becoming more and more difficult to pay for repairs to his gear. With all of that in consideration, it was quite the pleasant surprise that he had received an invitation to Lavirint Estate from one Avox Westley, requesting him for a contract of sorts.\n\nThe wording of the message had been quite vague, but he was willing to take a chance on a client that may not exactly know their way around speaking to someone in regards to business. As he approached the manner, Mikha'il hummed quietly to himself, looking up at the large structure before him. \"Aristocrats...\" He muttered to himself, before continuing on his way up to the estate. He wasn't particularly surprised by the size of the Lavirint Estate itself, seeing as he had worked with the landed gentry before, and figured that this would be no different.\n\nStriding up to the door, he Ghoul raised his fist, firmly knocking on the front door thrice before stopping. He simply stood there, waiting to either be invited in or shooed away. He was rather accustomed to both, but something about this felt more like a toss-up. There was a certain... Energy to the area surrounding the manor that made him feel a little uneasy. Not many things could boast that sort of effect on the man, and he had been through a myriad of unsettling places. As he waited, he rested his hand on the pommel of Magebreaker, taking a breath to settle himself down as he prepared for the response to his request of entry." }, { "author": "Avox Westley", "message": "Silence was the only worthwhile response for a fair moment, with the only other resonating commotion was the faintest of cicadasongs buzzing in the thickets surrounding the estate. The grounds of the property was established further from the surrounding complexes scattered across the villa, isolated and kept to itself - Either out of privacy concerns, or simply a building planned earlier across the years. Judging by the architecture style, in comparison to the others, it appeared far more dated and less to-date with the current style. The wood looked as if it was slowly rotting away, with the stone foundation being dappled in uneven cracks. Scattered across, creeping vines of hydrangeas and silver veins clustered in splotches across the outer walls like a growing infestation. It hadn't appeared as if much of anyone was keeping up with the outside of the building, as if it had been gradually falling into collateral disrepair. \n\nThough, the lonesome entrance would soon awaken, as the once-drab mahogany door burst alight with vibrant sigils manifesting across the woodframe in a sudden burst of liveliness. What was once a wavy burl etched into the door was now a yellowed, discolored eye staring blankly back at Mikha'il - Slowly looking him up and down with uncertain intent. \"I take it... You're the mercenary... One moment, please...\" Stated an incorporeal voice, passively reverbating through the wood. Lacking any real care or emotion in its voice, the door seemingly functioned like an automaton - Only functioning for work and nothing more. With light hums and buzzes resonating from it like a brief alarm, the eye reconcealed itself before the sound of metal clicking and unlocking. \n\nThe entry door would softly swing open to reveal the lushly furnished, and yet oh-so dusty foyer. Faint candlelight barely illuminated the tables and walls of the room, as well as a rather large chandelier looming overhead in an amber light. Unsurprisinglyt wasn't enough to cascade the entire room\n\nIn its warm, embracing light. Thick shadows encased the upper section of the home, leaving the upstairs entirely shrouded in its inky depths. Outlines of taxidermied, horned beasts clung to the walls, alongside paintings that were too difficult to properly make out in the darkness. Counteracting the rather eerie display, a few plush chairs were settled in front of a burning fireplace, as an end table shrouded in dust separated the two seats from one another. While not one of the worse spots to meet, the presentation could be much more superb, especially for someone of aristocratic origins. \n\nClattering footsteps passively began to echo from the upper halls, striding their way steadily closer and closer towards the direction of the stairs... Though, this was not the case. As swiftly as the footsteps had arrived, they almost instantly disappeared, with one of the adjacent doors across the foyer suddenly clicked open and a slightly shorter figure emerged. \"Deepest apologies for the lateness, dear. I was caught up in a bit of side business that came before this.\" The woman lazily stated, before making her way over to one of the emptier sections of the wall carrying what looked to be a thin blade within her hands. Supinely mounting the freshly-forged rapier onto the empty plaque, Avox would turn her luminous gaze back towards Mikha'il. Her once-apathetic expression swiftly shifted into one of mild interest, her hand gesturing towards the empty seats. \"Tsk, don't be so hesitant, you're a guest here, after all. Please, feel free to take a seat and we can immediately begin discussing business.\"" }, { "author": "Mikha'il Hakim \| The Ghoul", "message": "The burl on the door turning into an eye was a surprise to be sure, but the elf didn't show it, as he tilted his head slightly to the side with a rather bored expression. As he made his way inside, not once did Mikha'il's rather nonplussed expression falter, remaining stony-faced throughout the entire ordeal. It seemed that whoever own the manor was quite the eccentric, mounting animal heads across their walls and hanging chandeliers too small for the space.\n\nNone of that really mattered to the man, though. He wasn't here to critique the many interior design... Choices That his employer was making with her own home, as egregious as they may have been. As the woman seemingly broke the laws of logic, descending one moment and coming from a completely different entrance the next. One of Mikha'il's pointed ears twitched, signaling a certain annoyance with the obtuse nature of the home that he was in, not to mention the strange nature of its owner. He took in a sharp breath as she explained her lateness. He cared little for any excuses on that part. Sometimes one was simply late for work. \n\nAs Avox gestured for him to take a seat, the Ghoul raised an eyebrow, before walking over and subtly running the sheath of Magebreaker across the arm of one of the chairs. It wouldn't be enough to detect or shut down any magic that may have been imbued into the chair, but that was not his intent. Running the sheath along the arm was simply meant to check for any sort of trap built into the furniture. \"I take it that you're a collector, ma'am?\" He suggested, still resting one of his palms against the ring-pommel of the blade at his hip. If Avox was knowledgeable about specific artifacts, she would most likely know of Magebreaker and how it came into Mikha'il's possession. He kept few secrets about the blade, and even less about how he obtained it. \n\nAs he awaited his answer, he glanced over the chair, checking it for any traps that a cursory brush with the arm would have missed." }, { "author": "Avox Westley", "message": "\"Connoisseur, collector, hoarder - Bit of a mix, really. I'm one for items of personal interest, and while the interests may not be entirely vast by category, I can assure you what I do posses is plentiful in quantity.\" Avox cohered, pausing to simply bring over a silver tray, carrying an assorted tea set carrying two separate teapots. Settling the tray onto the small table between the two with a brief Clink, Her gaze would return back towards the weapon with an arched brow. The weapon certainly wasn't much of a rival to her newest addition in terms of intricacy and aesthetic, but it absolutely seemed like a competitor in regards to combative capabilities. After all, flashier didn't always mean better by no regards. \n\n\"Now you've piqued my interest.\" She began, interposing to simply begin pouring the contents of the first teapot into her own cup - Rich, ichor liquid spilling from it like an open wound. \"Normally I don't acquire folks too often with their own enhanced arsenal, much less one of such a bleak reputation. Last I had heard was that it got pried off from some old bastard with his foot already halfway in the ground. Only one shop ever mentioned spotting the thing though, so I just assumed it was either a myth or misrememberance.\" Interjecting herself once more to simply take a short, well-deserved sip, she'd swiftly carry on. \"Regardless, it's nice to know I'm potentially working with someone who knows how to handle themselves for once, last person I hired was a lying dog.\" \n\nSights trailing back to meet him, a brief exhale would leave her spotting his mild hesitance towards the chair. \"You can settle your nerves, it only nips if I tell it to. Though, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have to pry the good behavior out of it.\" Promptly after she said this, the once-average chair would begin to groan and scrape, the backboard wavering and rattling to life. The crevice between the plush seating and woodframe would split apart from one another, reveal\n\nIng another unsettling yellow eye to peer back up at the two. Wood splintered from underneath the frame, with an array of uneven, gnashing teeth to outstretch into a gaping yawn before resettling to how it was before. Meanwhile, Avox would simply settle into her own chair, with a slight shake racking through it in a similar fashion as its own eye would grit open along the headboard. \"Normally the larger they are the harder it is to get them to follow orders, so it wasn't as tedious as some of the others.\"" }, { "author": "Mikha'il Hakim \| The Ghoul", "message": "Mikha'il let out a surprisingly full laugh at her comment about her less-than-inanimate furniture, the rough noise echoing through the room like the grind of metal on stone as he took a step forward, before sitting down on the chair. He tapped Magebreaker's pommel against the arm, almost as if he was... Petting it for not immediately attacking him, while also threatening it with what exactly the weapon could do should he need to use it on the poor chair. The Ghoul tilted his head to the side slightly, looking over at Avox as she made herself comfortable. \n\n\"Well, if you need confirmation, you've got living proof right here. I detest bragging, but recognition where it is due... I'm fine with. I unfortunately know little of you, other than that you're a collector and you seem to have a vested interest in magical and otherwise obscure artifacts.\" He began, the deep gravel in his voice only serving to increase the tension in the air, even though he may not have meant for it to. The massive man furrowed his brow, resting his cheek against his fist as he propped his elbow up on the arm of the chair. \"I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that you're going to send me out to get something that you're either too busy or otherwise ill-equipped to obtain yourself?\"\n\nMikha'il seemed rather sure of himself and his ability to discern Avox's motives and wants, and whether he was right or wrong, the fact that he was already making these kinds of assumptions belied a certain confidence. Although, this confidence was not one of pride, but one of predatory certainty. The knowledge that he was good at what he did, and what he did was not exactly seen as very nice. \"Am I right, or did you call me here to surprise me, Collector?\" He asked, his expression remaining almost perfectly flat throughout the duration of him speaking. And his eyes... Dark, almost black, like there was nothing beyond them. It was as if he felt... Nothing At all." }, { "author": "Avox Westley", "message": "Pressing her back into the back-cushioning of the chair, she would raise a blackened hand to her mouth, almost as if to stifle her own laugh in return. Returning her cup to the glass saucer it once resided on, Avox would settle her gaze to the flickering flames of the fireplace. \"Ill-equipped would be the furthest thing from the circumstances, although you're not entirely wrong. I'm no fan of taking any items I've acquired out of my home once I've found a spot for it. Hate to lose it and have to journey on another wild chase for it, one is enough for me.\" A mild chuckle would slip from her, before her attention shifted and return to fall back onto The Ghoul. \n\nShe had been over this song-and-dance a thousand times over, practically memorizing her words like a play script. Dozens had come to her before, of varying circumstances, backgrounds and lineages and none had ever fully been the same. While the nonchalant attitude of her tone continued, the passive gaze she possessed before had hardened into a firm stare. With her once-concealing hand now making light twirls in-rhythm with her words, Avox would carry on. \"Since you requested it, I'll give you a mild rundown of myself. I'm one for absolute reclusion from the outside world, not out of fear or entirely disdain, but moreso due to the fact that I tend to keep my collection and work far away from others. I loathe prying eyes and individuals too curious for their own good, but I'll happily unveil and discuss matters with my contractees.\" Interrupting herself with another mild sip from her now half-empty cup, a mild hum of satisfaction would escape from her. \n\n\"Though, as for why I must acquire your services specifically, my most recent of moves has been a bit... Riskier than I anticipated. On top of that, I'd be lying if I said my assets have been running as thin as a split hair.\" Clinking the emptied cup back onto the small dishware, Avox would claps her hands firmly together as if bracing herself for what would\n\nFollow. \"As for the contract itself, I'll grant you housing, funds and equipment, should you need it. I can also see to it that you be treated with the respect you deserve while serving for me. Although, judging by the way you carry yourself, you may not fancy the drawbacks of the situation.\"" }, { "author": "Mikha'il Hakim \| The Ghoul", "message": "Mikha'il had worked with many different employers over the years, but none had been quite like Avox, who had set herself so far apart from the many different individuals who required his services within only a few minutes of him meeting her. As he listened to her explain herself and describe what she wanted him to do, along with the rewards that he would be provided, the Ghoul's eyebrows slowly raised. Freely given housing and funds happened to be exactly what the elf needed, and as secondary as the offers of equipment and respect were in his mind, he couldn't help but be rather surprised. \n\nNot a single sentient that he had met had ever treated him with anything but a grudging respect or outright disdain, but this professionalism was not something that he had expected from a mere collector of artifacts and oddities. It seemed that Mikha'il needed to re-evaluate his biases, not only on the grounds of employment but on those of occupation. In just the span of this short interaction, his view of the woman across from him had shifted completely, and he saw her less as a potential employer and more as a peer. He had only a few concerns to bring up with her. \n\n\"That all sounds nice, but if we're going to do this - and we are doing this - I'm not just going to be an underling of yours. I will be someone that you work With. I hope that this can be... Amenable to our contract.\" He stated, as simply as one would state that the sky was blue, or that the sea was vast. There truly was a certainty about him, especially when compared to others in his field. As he finished speaking, Mikha'il let out a sigh, before glancing up towards the chandelier, still perturbed by the choice in decor." }, { "author": "Avox Westley", "message": "Pressing both of her pointer-fingers to her lips, she pondered his choice of words for a fair moment, as if calculating the risk-reward factor. Normally, her conditions were met without a second thought and the contract would be sealed by her Ironskein But this certainly didn't appear to be the case. Working with an equal - Now That Was something she wasn't familiar with, say beside working with Eliza. In the past, she only ever viewed those circumstances occurring through life-debts and binding turmoil. Lips tugging back to simply suck the air between her teeth, she finally withdrew her hand. \"I'm willing to meet you down the middle on that regard, as I'm very adamant about how I seal my contracts.\" \n\nLifting from her seat, the woman would hover over towards the fireplace, momentarily keeping her gaze set on the dancing flames across the scorched wood before returning it back to Mikha'il. Her radiant gaze burned as bright as the fire itself, which only eased into a mild glower towards the elf. \"While I do wish to view and work with you on even-footing, I'm rather insistent on sealing it proper. Though, I wholeheartedly understand the potential hesitance for what that entails.\" Gesturing towards Magebreaker, She would idly continue, \"The contract isn't sealed with wax nor parchment, but rather through the arcane.\" Extending her hand, Avox would limply lift her pinkie finger out towards him. \n\nAs childish as the gesture appeared, a swirl of red would trail from her shoulder in a slithering fashion. Curling up along her blackened arm, it would finally cease the motion once arriving along her finger. \"It's a simple seal of obligation towards one another. I give you the previously stated benefits, as well as my word of trust. There'll be no backstabbing nor unnecessary cruelty, as well as no obligations of additional work outside of what's expected - Simple fetch and retrievals, protection of any acquired artefacts or oddities and nothing more.\" Much like\n\nA patron to a warlock, it was clear it was a binder of sorts, a connective thread that bound the two by terms and agreements. \"These conditions may end once either the conditions have been broken by one of the pertaining parties, if the task has been fulfilled to the fullest extent, or if both sides have agreed to terminate the contract.\" \n\nOnce the terms had finally left her mouth, there was a faint glimmering spark in her eyes - Either she had spotted a worthwhile investment, or it was simply the cat watching the mouse. Despite her growing anticipation towards what he would have to say, the lingering concern of what that weapon was capable of dwelled in the back of her mind. If the rumors of the weapon were true, then the thread may not hold as well as she thought. Nevertheless, it didn't exactly hurt to make an attempt. \"Truly, it's up to you if you wish to go through with it. Though, I certainly like to view myself as one who keeps her word true.\"" }, { "author": "Mikha'il Hakim \| The Ghoul", "message": "Indeed, The Ghoul let out a snort at the rather childish gesture that the woman made towards him, though his expression once more hardened as the scarlet tendril slithered down the woman's arm and to her finger. The elf stood, towering over her as he took a step forward, his heavy footfalls making the floor creak. It was as if the room had gotten darker, as he wordlessly held his hand out, his pinky finger jutting out to wrap wound hers. \n\nIt was little concern to him whether this woman truly wanted to bind him to her service in such a manner, as he hypothesized that the Magebreaker could shred the metaphorical contract if he absolutely needed it to, though he doubted that he would. Her terms seemed agreeable to him, and he felt that the two of them would be on rather equal footing either way. Mikha'il's eyes locked with hers as they sealed their contract, the elf returning her predatory gaze. There was something in those black eyes of his, that abyss from which little light escaped, that was instinctually Wrong. \n\n\"We have a deal. So long as you don't interfere with my work, or try to force me to your will, we'll both keep a good head on our shoulders.\" He almost growled those last words out, leaving it up to interpretation whether the possible threat in that uttered phrase was real or imagined. His expression gave little away, remaining completely still for the moments in which their fingers were clasped together." }, { "author": "Avox Westley", "message": "Despite the smile remaining outstretched and unwavering across her face, the glint of ambition stayed burning in her gaze as it momentarily remained fixated on the swirling thread of ichor making its way up her newfound ally's arm. Once it reached the pinnacle of his shoulder, it began to sink into both of their arms before fully fading from view entirely - The heaviness of the room parting along with it. The thread didn't seep into their flesh nor bones, but rather their very essence, less of a contract at this point and more of a pact binding them by oath and action. \" So be it then, besides, I'm positive we'll manage to work something out even if there is a minor scuffle.\" The woman cooed out gently.\n\nWithdrawing her curled digit and hand along with it, Avox passively gestured to the door she had initially entered from. \"Now that we're a bit more familiar with one another and that business is primarily settled and out of the way, I can direct you to your room if you'd like.\" Pausing, Avox would make her way over to one of the cabinet drawers to pilfer through its contents. The sound of metal clanking resonated from the drawer with each minor movement, with scraping wood and oddly enough, squeaking chimed out. After a fair few moments, she would unveil what looked to be an intricate brass key that she firmly held between her pointer and thumb. \" This right here will be how you may navigate through my home. You get One And only one, so please try not to lose it, these things aren't simple to come by, and making them is even more of a hassle.\" Striding back over to him, Avox would gently take hold of his hand before plopping the key into his grasp. The key itself was relatively larger than most, with the handle of it being shaped into the form of an eye, which wasn't too dissimilar from the one on the entry door or mimic-like furniture... Thankfully, however, this one didn't blink back. \n\nSmile fashioning itself into a hearty grin, her movements quickened\n\nOver towards the door before gesturing him to follow. If there was anything she took pride in outside of her acquired oddities and knickknacks, it was her place of dwelling. \"Peculiar as it may seem, navigating the place isn't too difficult once you get a good grasp of it Just slip the key into any of the doors around the house that isn't the entrance and simply state what room you'd like to enter. Otherwise, without the key, you're going to be wandering for quite a while.\" As a show of demonstration, she would open the door wide open without much issue, with it simply leading into what appeared to be a hallway before closing it. Repeating the motion once more, however, revealed another parlor room on the other side. In comparison to the one they were currently in, the secondary room seemed far less furnished and tended to. \"Some of the rooms are simply meant to throw off intruders - Hell, I've barely even explored some of the false rooms myself, much less tended to them like this one.\"" }, { "author": "Mikha'il Hakim \| The Ghoul", "message": "While all of the information being presented to him seemed rather useful, Mikha'il could not deny that Avox's place of residence was incredibly strange. It would take quite a bit of getting used to, but he was sure that he could adapt. After all, he had adapted to most other situations that he had encountered throughout his life. As she led him to a door and showed him the way in which the keys worked, Mikha'il tilted his head, seeming quite intrigued by the enchantment. \n\nThe man glanced over towards his new employer, thinking over the services that he was being provided in exchange for his own. He had already deemed this a fair exchange, but he knew he could push the envelope if he really needed to. Aristocratic types like this woman were all the same, and this one in specific would most likely do just about anything if it meant getting her hands on a particularly valuable artifact. Of course, none of these thoughts showed on his face, much like many of his other thoughts. Mikha'il was particularly apt at disguising his emotions, which made his job much easier.\n\n\"Well. You certainly have an... Interesting residence. How many people have gotten lost in here?\" The mercenary asked, though his tone was unwaveringly calm for the subject matter. He shifted back to his resting position, his hand on the pommel of the Magebreaker. The elf hummed to himself as he waited for his answer, his eyes dancing around the room, as if he was looking for any potential threats in the obscurity of the room." }, { "author": "Avox Westley", "message": "A light hum gently reverberated from her for a moment, cycling through her memories in deep recollection. \"Let's see...\" Herself, along with her thoughts, simply trailed into the desolate room before making her way to one of the doors off to the left-handed section of the room. Unlike the previous parlor the two had been in, this one certainly lacked the objet d'art the other possessed, simply being decorated with the most minimal of furnishings. \n\n Throughout the years, the Lavirint had been subjected to a fair number of attempted break-ins, from the most organized of groups to the most common of thugs. Getting into the place wasn't exactly the hard part, but rather trying to find the treasury itself... Not to mention trying to relocate the actual entrance door once more. Even when the circumstances did manifest, they were usually handled by straggling thralls or simply wasted away in one of the labyrinth-like rooms. Though, while as impeccable as the defense of the home appeared, only one curio was ever successfully stolen and deemed irrecoverable. That unfortunate error was wholeheartedly on herself, primarily due to the immense lack of thralls under her watch, on top of the ever-growing absence of her once-heavy dominance over the underbelly of the city. \n\nWhile she patted herself down for what could only be presumed to be another key, her words began to resume, having properly recalled worthwhile information. \"...The most I've had in a solid year was roughly twenty-ish or so, though that was only because the city wasn't doing as fantastic financially. Desperate times, and all that nonsense.\" Having finally found her own set of housekeys, Avox would resume attempting to unlock the door. \"There was an incident, say fifty or so years back where I had the god-awful discovery of finding a straggling thief dead from being either lost or locked in one of the rooms. By the time that they were found, the body was practically mummified onto one of the chaises.\" She pra\n\nCtically shuddered at the remembrance of it all, not because of finding a literal body decomposed, but rather having to toss the furniture out. However, she wasn't even the one to clean it herself, rather dumping the unsavory task onto another poor thrall of the past. \n\n\"Thankfully, there has yet to be another incident or break-in as of the past three years. The last one wasn't even remotely intriguing, honestly. Just a handful of peasants from the lower district attempting a quick bit of coin.\" \n\nThe door clicking open, the newly found room appeared to be another well-attended room, far more than the last one they resided in. A blue and gold antique rug clung to the floor, with rich mahogany dressers and cabinets sitting across from one another decorated the room. A plush, wine-tone bed sat against the wall directly across from them both, pressed against a finely carved bedpost. While there weren't any windows to let in any form of natural light, there were a handful of candles illuminating the room in a warm, welcoming light. Finally, sitting between both the bed and wardrobe closet, appeared to be a tall, cheval mirror reflecting the scenery directly back at them - Everything but herself.\n\nClasping her hands, Avox would eagerly spin on her heel to properly face him, her back to the bedroom. Either she was simply happy to have another guest for once in her home after such an extended time alone or was merely radiating in the fact she could finally have a new source of entertainment and acquisition of goods. \"This fine spot will be your room for the foreseeable future! As for any regards to the washroom, it should be the other room out in the secondary parlor. Which, if there's anything you might need or require that isn't already in here, I can have it sent down.\"" }, { "author": "Mikha'il Hakim \| The Ghoul", "message": "As the man's employer explained the property's history of break-ins, Mikha'il made a mental note of the rooms that they were walking through, committing them to memory in anticipation of the likely scenario that he would need to make his way through the manor on his own. It also would serve as quite the effective and defensible position, seeing as without a key one could get lost in the building, along with the fact that those within the building who had keys on their person could mount assaults that could not be responded to. \n\nWhile coming to this conclusion, Mikha'il also came to a realization. He would have been one of those 'thralls' had he not further negotiated his deal. Freedom was an important thing to the man, and knowing that he had somehow negotiated an equal position with the woman was something he felt that he could count himself lucky for. He rapped his fingers against Magebreaker's pommel, humming softly to himself as the two of them entered what would be his residence in the manor from then on. \n\n\"Not bad at all. It's better than most of the quarters I've had to stay in before.\" He remarked, silently noting the fact that the woman held no reflection. How curious. It seemed that either Avox did not want to conceal her supernatural nature in the slightest, or that she had been careless in her rush to get him settled into his new living situation and was simply hoping that he did not notice her utter lack of reflection. The absolutely massive elf walked over to the bed, running his finger along the frame to check if the object was another mimic. He couldn't afford Not To be paranoid in this manor, especially if he was wanting to make the most out of his employment.\n\n\"Is there anything else you wanted to show me, Avox?\" He asked, turning his head back to face her once more as he spoke." }, { "author": "Avox Westley", "message": "\"That honestly depends really, if you feel inclined to do so you can get a feel of the manor for yourself. Shouldn't be much of a surprise to know though that some of the doors won't lead to certain sections, I'm sure you can understand that.\" Taking a moment for some breathing space, her eyes would be trained on the layout of the bedroom itself. With a minor sigh slipping from her, she continued; \"You'll have time to get your things in order before any assignments are handed out - Moving equipment, settling in, and so on since I can imagine those things can take time.\" Surprisingly, she didn't take much notice of the mirror, instead retaining her attention on one of the paintings strung up. \n\nIt seemed rather dated, what with the paint beginning to crack and peel in certain sections, the pain long since losing its bright hue and reduced to diluted, drab colors in comparison to the furnishings surrounding them. The concept was simple and basic, presenting nothing more than a depiction of a large yet dilapidated castle looming deep amongst the mountains. Despite the desolation and condition of the piece, the craftsmanship of the representation was surprisingly impressive. \n\nReturning her proper attention to the conversation at hand, Avox would merely turn and pace towards the doorway, her head swiveling over her shoulder to give a final look back towards her newest ally and contractee. There was a faint, dim glimmer in her eye as she did so. It lacked the interest and spark as it did before, rather radiating a sense of deviousness. \"Try your best though to not lose that key, I don't just hand them out freely. Besides, I'd hate to stumble across you in the house without one... Especially after an extended period.\" She softly murmured, before taking her leave and shutting the door behind her." }, { "author": "Mikha'il Hakim \| The Ghoul", "message": "The man let out a soft laugh as Avox explained the importance of keeping his key safe, the second remotely joyous noise that he had made in the time that the two had been conversing. It seemed as though Mikha'il wasn't exactly the stony-faced hired killer that he was made out to be via his reputation. As he strode over to the painting, he ran his finger along the frame, humming to himself as he looked it over. It was quite the interesting image to him, that of a dilapidated castle hanging over a landscape. \n\nThe mercenary shifted his gaze back to the woman, raising an eyebrow as he responded. \"I wouldn't worry about me losing the key, if I were you. I'm Very Good at keeping precious items on my person once they've been given.\" He remarked, before taking a couple of steps back over towards his employer and tapping his palm against the pommel of Magebreaker. \n\n\"As for getting my things in order-\" He began, before dropping the large burlap bag that he had been carrying over his shoulder onto the floor. It made quite the loud Thud, evidently containing some rather heavy equipment. \"-I don't believe that should be a problem for me, ma'am.\" He remarked, before taking a seat on the bed and running a hand through his hair. \"Unless you have any questions for me, I'll be getting myself settled in.\"" } ]	427	7,288
694.25	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "A slow start to a cold day. Few orders, and few customers. It was once more a cold and silent day. They seemed to be getting more frequent for the local blacksmith. Perhaps she was losing popularity, or perhaps it was simply the off season for her store. She would have to figure it out eventually, but she was sure that many would be arriving within the coming months. Right now, she was working on a special little upgrade to her hammer. Upon the anvil was a singular key, etched in strange runes and markings. The metal itself looked like it had been warped from magic itself.\n\nUpon her neck was already a chain of keys, and in the soft glow of the forge, each one was glowing with a hint of magic within. Each one had been painstakingly forged over the course of a week. Whilst the metal and design wasn't exactly a difficult work, the runes upon the item were incredibly delicate and difficult to etch. Every rune was infused with just the right amount of magic to work with the other.\n\nGently pouring a bit of oil onto the item, the hiss of steam sounded throughout the forge. The item was complete and the magic sealed within. A soft sigh escaped her as she picked up the key with a gloved hand. Thyri took a moment to look over the tool before making her way to the front of the store and placing it onto a stone beneath the counter. Whilst the process was complete, it still needed to rest. Unless she wanted the magic to shatter the item.\n\nThyri sighed as she took a moment to stretch her shoulder. Being a rather tall lady, and more muscular than most men, her muscles did often get sore after a long day working. Her tattooed arms were bulging, and a bit of sweat was still upon her brow. Thyri took a moment to adjust her braid before leaning on the counter to read through a book she had left, simply waiting for a customer." }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "The Baroness of Thebamar City had found herself wandering more and more lately. With her son, Sassan, beginning his college studies, he was either often gone or too busy for her. Her mother was excellent company, but as they both aged and Amunet largely continued to look the same while her mother withered before her eyes, it was too disconcerting for the Champion to spend the majority of her time with her. This left virtually no one for her to go home to. While there were reminders everywhere, Aeterna was vast enough that it was easier to forget.\n\nKeeping the peace and helping those in need was generally enough to keep her occupied. But the last few days had been annoyingly dull. Left unoccupied, her mind wandered to deep regrets and questions unanswered. She walked the streets this chilly spring day struggling to fix her sour mood. Her stomach grumbled loudly, and her fine features twisted into a grimace; she'd forgotten to eat breakfast again.\n\nKairos' words ran through her mind, and she gritted her teeth, biting out, \"Oh, shut up!\" The more years that went by since she left him, the more she had realized how Right He was, which infuriated her. She was beautiful, successful, and had raised a healthy, brilliant child; if she was in such poor shape as he suggested, how had she done it all? Besides, even if she wanted to change anything, where did she start? How could she deal with feeling like a failure for not doing everything at one time? Slowing down felt like giving up.\n\nRealizing she'd stopped walking, Amunet looked at the shop in front of her. With a wave of joy, she realized it was a Blacksmith! The perfect distraction, as Elira's champion thoroughly enjoyed collecting fine weaponry, both for use and display. She also owed Sassan a treat to congratulate him on beginning college. Whispering a prayer of thanks to her goddess, she walked inside.\n\nAmunet didn't Look Like the type that would enter a blacksmith, sheathed in a sandy beige cashmere sweater over a silky blue shirt and matching skirt. The cropped shirt fit tightly while the skirt billowed to allow for movement. Both had sparkling sapphires sewn on in a scatter, and she wore a few similar sapphires in her voluminous black hair. Her eyes lit up glancing over the magical glow of the keys and the impressive-looking woman that must have forged them. It wasn't often she met a woman taller than herself. \n\nWalking up to the woman at the counter with a practiced but true honeyed smile, she said with an appreciative sigh, \"How becoming... Tell me about the blades you can make.\" Looking down, she pointed to the book, \"Also would *Love* To hear what you're reading.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "As the woman read, a soft chime rung throughout the store. An age old signal that the door had been opened and someone was entering. With a practiced smile, Thyri was quick to glance up towards the indivdual, taking a step back from the story to give the customer her full attention. She found that people were more willing to make larger purchases when the store owner was a kindly folk and actually gave them the time of day.\n\n\"Ah! Welcome to Thyri's Magic Smithy. Pleasure to meet ya. 'ow can I 'elp ye?\" Her accent was thick. Clearly something from the countryside. She was not born from the city, but had spent most of her life outside of it. Yet with her smithy seeming to be in rather good condition, she had obviously been a part of the market for quite some time now, and had certainly made a name for herself.\n\nAt the question, she flashed a grin as she gestured to the various weapons that were hung up for display in the store. \"Can make just 'bout anything. Bigger orders take longer if yer looking to supply a proper group. I can also do enchantments if yer interested in a bit'a magic within yer weapon.\" That's what most people sought her out for. A proper enchantress who knew their way around a blade, she always made sure that the enchantments did not damage the structure of the blade.\n.\n\nUpon the question about her book however, a bit of surprise entered into her eyes. Not a question that she expected to be asked, but one she wasn't going to shy away from. \"It's called 'The Cabin in the Mountain.' Wee little tale about a girl named Erika who lives up in the cabin, talks about 'er life and the struggles she 'as from spending so much time in solitude. Sort of like a story of a 'ermit I 'spose. I ain't too far into it, but it's got my attention for sure.\"\n\nA laugh escaped her as she thumbed the page of the book. She was still fairly close to the start, but the story thus far had been rather interesting. The lady selling these books had nagged her for days about giving the story a chance. Whilst she had put it off for quite some time, she had to admit the lady was actually quite right about her enjoying it.\n\n\"I don't just do weapons, if yer looking for any tools, I can get them made for ya as well.\" Plenty of people sought out blacksmiths for various items. Thyri had made sure to learn everything she could. A smith that knew how to make a bit of everything would never run out of customers. She had always found that armour was the most difficult to craft for a specific person. Many people wanted to stay flexible whilst wearing it, and she always needed to get the sizing right. It was always a challenge.\n\nThyri loved challenges." }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "Amunet was beginning to feel her roiling emotions recede a little, listening to the woman's quaint country accent; it was cute. And she was always happy to talk to swords, she'd been working at swordplay since she was a small girl. A wave of gratitude hit her for her mother's encouragement of the pursuit. She was quite intrigued by the idea of an enchanted weapon. She hadn't often felt the need herself, with the magic of a goddess flowing through her, but if there was something protective she could get Sassan, it would put her mind somewhat at ease. She waved her hands briefly, \"Oh, no, not a group! Just for myself and my teenage son.\" She felt the warmth radiating from her smile, and it was only mildly put-on due to her bad mood. She was always happy to meet new people, though she only ever maintained acquaintances at a surface level. \n\n\"My son just started college, and I'd like to get him a blade as a gift. Something like a longsword, shortsword, or scimitar. If you have any enchantments that could provide some kind of protection, that'd be excellent.\" Her face was alight with her excitement, she couldn't help it; she always felt like a kid in a candy store when shopping for weapons. She talked animatedly, \"For myself, I prefer scimitars, daggers, and throwing knives.\" Her smile took on a bit of an edge, though not an unfriendly one, \"You can tell me about them, if you like, but I don't think I'll need any enchantments for myself.\" She listened intently to all the options offered to her.\n\nDesperately wanting to swap the subject back, she took a deep breath to sort her mind, push things back, and put on a mask of charming politeness once more. She spoke with feigned cheer, \"You seem quite talented!\" Though the emotion was fake, the compliment was not. Looking around the shop, she felt quite good about the quality of the things she would get from this woman. It was clear she worked hard and loved what she did. \"I don't need anything else. I only ever wear some leather armor, and sometimes not even that. I find metal slows and weighs me down too much.\" \n\nShe'd been so scattered, she just realized, \"Oh! How incredibly rude of me. I'm Baroness Amunet Hassan, lovely to meet you.\" She inclined her head slightly, a show of respect for the woman." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "A pair order it was then! It would be easiest to create two scimitar based on what she was hearing. She'd wouldn't have to pull out an extra mold to create a longsword. Recyling was always the best, and it wouldn't ruin the blades forging process. Thyri took a moment to reach beneath the counter to pull out a small book. It was a long list of orders that had been completed or were still in progress. She flipped to a half full page and began to write down what she would need. \"Oh! Yer sons off to college? Should be quiet round the 'ouse then. I still remember when my brother went off for it. Bloody bastard kept them up for nights with 'ow terrible 'is letters were. I tell ya now, he cannae write a decent sounding letter for the life of 'im.\" Bright laughter escaped the blacksmith, shaking her head at the memory. She had never gone herself, keeping her studies focused on smithing.\n\n\"A protection enchantment on a blade? Might be a wee bit difficult, but I'll find a way to make it work.\" Protection enchantments were obviously meant to go on armour, but she could easily mix some runes together to create something new. It was how she had first learnt how to read the language of the runes, and it would be how she discovered new possibilities. She'd likely need to inscribe the runes onto the blade itself, so it would need to have a rather balanced hilt to adjust for the missing weight. \"A scimitar, daggers and throwing knives.\" She wrote down a few more things before answering the question. \"Oh, 'appily! I'm able to bring just bout any element you can think of out of the blade. Wind, fire, even iron itself. But I can do speciality enchantments as well.\"\n\n\"I try to keep meself as sharp as possible when it comes to forging.\" That was an understatement. Every early morning was spent further perfecting each movement that was required within forging. One would say it was an obsession, others dedication. She just didn't want to piss off uncle by having to admit she had missed an entire day of forging. \"I can understand wanting to stay mobile, it's good when you've got a slim build like yers.\" Assassins and other roguish individuals were a common customer of her little smithy.\n\n\"Introductions! I completely forgot.\" Thyri flashed a wide grin towards the woman as she gave a nod of her head. A sign of respect in return. \"Thyri Sigtrygg. Owner of this little smithy.\"" }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "The champion watched Thyri flip through her order book. It looked like she was usually decently busy. That was good; she seemed kind and friendly, people like that deserved success. Her previous thoughts pricked her like a thorn, the book Thyri was reading all too much an unsuspected surprise. A blank look took over her face momentarily as she thought. The details were far too similar to Kairos' situation, and she was certain she'd made trouble for him; she'd certainly forced him into solitude, so cruelly, after welcoming into her family, her innermost sanctum. She thought with a pang that he didn't have to be lonely if he didn't want to be; he was charismatic enough, certainly attractive enough. The same could be said for her, but she felt she'd learned her lesson. Though she yearned for real connection, any kind at all, it felt too much a path to giving someone power over her again. She shuddered at the thought. No matter how strong or successful she became, that fear remained, lodged deep.\n\nPutting on a small smile, only a fraction strained if Thyri was perceptive enough to catch it, she wanted to share the blacksmith's joy but just couldn't summon it. She spoke with a mixture of amusement and sadness, \"Well, at least he tried. I'm sure he's all the better for it. And yes, the house is... Very quiet. My mother still lives there, but she tends to keep to herself or with her friends.\" She found herself compelled to continue speaking, the words tumbling out of her mouth quickly, \"Unfortunately I chased away the only other person who might brighten up the place.\" She laughed softly and dismissively before realizing, with great horror, what she'd just said.\n\nHoping the other woman would let that comment slide, she hastily and energetically started talking about the enchantments, \"Oh! Well, if it's too much trouble, we can find something else for my son's blade. I don't want it to be too much trouble...\" She trailed off into nervous laughter, berating herself terribly in her mind. What the Hell Was she doing? This was Incredibly Unlike her. She tended to be composed to a Fault. She could change her demeanor as easily as one puts on or removes a mask. But she was fumbling... The thought plagued her again, not for the first time in the last few months, that he Might Have been right. She was losing her edge, and it certainly wasn't Elira's fault... So it must be hers. She was genuinely curious about an iron enchantment, \"Iron? What does that entail? More knives coming out of the knives?\" She laughed with true amusement this time; That Would be something to see. \"My magic is primarily charm-based, some nature elements like wind, sands... You know, desert elements.\" She perked up a little in getting to brag, \"I can do *Some* Druidcraft, but it isn't much. Mostly just helping plants grow more or be healthier. Pretty useful in the desert.\" She tilted her head to the side, \"Any enchantments that you think might compliment those things?\" \n\n\"Spoken like a true master of your craft. A love of learning is essential to be great at anything. I really admire in that others.\" The lonely Desert Flower found herself inexplicably comfortable around Thyri. She didn't know if it was her direct honesty, her country accent, her jovial attitude, her complete lack of pretense, or some combination. But she was understanding her earlier slip up a little better now. It created a blossoming curiosity in her mind about the woman." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "As she moved the book to the side, she took a step away from the counter for a moment, opening one of the many cupboards behind her and taking a moment to survey the crates that were hidden within. After a moment of decision making, she eventually pulled out one of the many crates to place on the nearby counter. \"Steel is alright, aye?\" People certainly had their preference on what their weapons were made from. She had some rather interesting options that she had to create full customer orders for. It was usually rich snobs who wanted something unique, with the knowledge that no regular person would ever hold something similar. She always made Them Pay for the materials, of course. She wasn't going to be breaking the bank just for one man's sword. But they were some of the most entertaining weapons to create.\n\n\"Aye, that's true. He's much better at actually communicating now. Took up after our ma, does plenty of jewelry.\" It had been so long since she spoke about her brother to someone. In a way, it felt strange, like she was speaking about a long forgotten subject. The next words spoken by Amunet were quite surprising. She had heard plenty of the elderly ladies within the market speaking about chasing people off, but she hadn't expected a customer to be doing it, and judging by how quickly she moved on, she likely hadn't meant to. A hum escaped her as she allowed the topic to move on. She wasn't going to go and pry into a person's private life when they had only just met.\n.\n\n\"Oh, it's not trouble at all! I pride meself on working through these enchantments. Gotta learn the language some'ow.\" She flashed a wide grin as she brought out a few extra tools. It would take a few long nights within the shop, but if she was able to connect a protection enchantment to a blade then she would have a grand new business venture to start. The crumbling composure did not go unnoticed by Thyri, but it did go unmentioned. \"Iron is an interesting one. Lemme show ya...\" Fishing underneath her counter, she brought out a small dagger with intricate runes upon the blade and a old dented chestplate. It was clearly meant to go on a training dummy, but Thyri simply placed it onto the ground and took a few steps back. With a shout, she slashed through the air with the blade, and a thin stream of iron shot out. It was quick to slam into the armour, leaving a good hole near the midriff before the iron slowly began to evaporate. \"Wish the iron would stay, but it's magic.\" Listening to the magic that the woman had, Thyri rapped her fingers against the wood as she spoke. \"Charm based... Could go with an illusion. For yer sand, could put something molten in it? Sands damn good for 'olding a bit of burning metal.\"\n\nThe compliment caused the woman to laugh and scratch the back of her neck. \"Ah, yer too kind. I just pride meself on giving the best to my customers.\" The heat within the smithy was surprisingly comfortable, even though the forge in the back was still blazing. If one looked carefully, they might notice specific runes around the building designed to protect against heat. Thyri had certainly made efforts to make the building a comfortable place." }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "Now intrigued and with a thread to pull on that didn't touch her sorrow, Amunet watched the woman with bright eyes. She seemed careful, deliberate, in her selection amongst the crates. These were traits Amunet liked in her allies. For a split second she thought it could be a good trait in a friend, too, if she could manage to let that happen. Letting that train of thought slip away, she replied cooly, \"Oh yes, as long as it's strong and well-made, I trust your judgment on material. If it was a show piece, I might look at other materials, but for my son,\" Her brows furrowed a little, hinting at the danger that would befall anyone who harmed him, \"I want something he can use to defend himself well, should it come to it.\" She hated that she couldn't be with him always, to keep him safe and sheltered in her arms, but he had to learn to fight his own battles. Hopefully this would help. \n\nAmunet's smile widened, gesturing with a sweeping motion of her jewelry-covered arms, \"Does he, now? I might have to pay him a visit. I do have a weakness for good jewelry.\" Amunet noted the mild change in Thyri's eyes, talking about her brother. She was very thankful for the blacksmith's dismissal of her sudden outburst; she heaved an internal sigh of relief. She nodded happily at the protection enchantment not being too much work; it would certainly put her mind further at ease about Sassan's safety. Watching the demonstration of the iron magic, she only lifted one thin brow, an amused smile on her lips; it didn't at all betray her astonishment at such magic coming out of a blade. She'd seen a lot of magical weapons, but other than Kairos, she'd never seen anyone else do metallurgy; she found it quite impressive. Again she spoke without thinking, but in a more relaxed, wistful way, \"I know someone who would enjoy such magics, and while fascinating, I don't think the iron is quite right for me.\"\n\nThe baroness laughed a little conspiratorially, almost purring out, \"Oooo, I like the sound of illusions, though. That could be right up my alley.\" She looked thoughtful for a moment, \"The molten metal, I would have to think on... It feels a little... Extreme, for my tastes.\" Recalling her recent encounter with the pirate, she reconsidered, \"Well, there *Might* Be times I want to be that... Severe. Could it be put on one of the daggers? And perhaps the illusion on the other?\" She felt invigorated in a way she hadn't in a while, talking weapons, especially with another woman. It was generally some old or ornery man, half the time ogling her and teasing that surely she didn't need such things, they could protect her, so on so forth. \n\nAmunet waved away Thyri's laughter; it seemed dismissive, and she found she was already feeling... Protective of this woman. \"Not too kind at all. What an excellent business model! You'd be surprised how few are as smart as you are.\" She laughed, a musical sound, and quite genuine, \"I'm just so happy you're a woman. These orders are usually a lot less... Enjoyable for me. But this is delightful!\" She certainly enjoyed the warmth of this place; it felt like being home, in the dry heat. But she found the warmth wasn't just coming from the forges. And though she found that somewhat frightening, she decided she owed him at least this much, to Try To take a chance to be better, to let more people really know her." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Thyri gave a nod. Steel was a good material for defense. Durable and a common forging material, she had plenty of practice with it and would be able to create quite the blade. \"If yer wanting a good defense for 'im... I may 'ave a bit of an idea.\" Thyri hummed for a moment as she pulled out a bit of blank paper, quickly beginning to sketch down a design for a hilt. An L shaped pommel with S shaped quillons. Already she was beginning to draw where the runes could go, a grin starting to appear on her face. \"Right. So what I'm thinking 'ere is that whenever the lad needs to defend 'imself, he goes for some good blocks and let's the opponent's weapon slide down the blade and strike against the cross guard. This'll spark the enchantment and push the blade away with a good bit of magic.\" The idea was to get whoever was attacking to be staggered whenever they tried to strike, whilst also pushing the blade away and giving the boy a chance to counter.\n\nThyri grinned at the sight of all the jewelry, her brother would certainly love such a customer. She leaned forward and spoke in a hushed tone, as if she was speaking of a conspiracy. \"Oi, tell 'im I sent ya and he'll give ya the family discount.\" Family always got a bit of coin off, it was the law set by their great great grandparents. Something about an old family feud between brothers that no one could really remember the reasoning for, but apparently that little law being set in stone kept their family happy. \"Oh! If ya know someone, please do recommend them! I'm always glad to take on new customers.\" The coin was also welcome, but that wasn't the point. The more repeat customers she has, the more word about her store would travel around the world. One of these days she would be forging for the rulers of nations, and maybe even for the Gods themselves. Probably not, but a girl can certainly dream. She would be happy just having her efforts recognized by the worshippers of Celsus.\n.\n\n\"Illusions it is!\" Thyri clapped her hands together in excitement, illusions were a strange and beautiful bit of magic to work with. \"Do ya want a specific type, or something more for general usage?\" At the question, she gave a proud nod. Putting the enchantments onto daggers to make them work separately would be easy! She was quick to begin on the sketches for the daggers. She'd work through a few designs to see what worked best. For now, she would try a sort of curved dagger she had once seen on her travels. \"Speaking about daggers, I've got a special bracer if yer interested.\" For a moment, Thyri stepped into the forging area, it was easy to hear a few objects moving around before she returned with the item in hand, placing it upon the counter. \"Very special one this. One of my best if I say. All ya 'ave to do is touch a weapon by the blade, throw it with the same 'and and then snap yer finger.\" \n\nThyri couldn't help but blush at the compliment, shaking her head and waving her hand as if to dismiss the words themselves. \"I ain't that smart, miss. Just doing my best.\" Laughing once more, she could only scrunch up her face slightly at the next words. \"Aye... Many blacksmiths are pretty stressed. It is 'ard work and us female blacksmiths are few and far between. But I'm glad it's been good for ya!\" That was always something she wanted to hear. Praise about the service and the place itself! Truth be told, she was the only female blacksmith, other than Celsus, that she actually knew of. It was always rather awkward to be the only female in areas where so many were competing for the best prices and materials.\n\nIt was lucky she had her enchantments to get ahead of the rest, and no one could deny her quality." }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "Amunet watched happily as Thyri sketched away. Her sketches were also quite good; rough, as any sketch is meant to be, but detailed and easily brought to life the pieces she wanted to make. The champion couldn't hide or diminish her glee and gratitude, and frankly she didn't want to, \"I... Wow, Thyri! That sounds *Perfect* ! I've taught him everything he knows, he'll be able to make excellent use of such magic.\" Her smile was warm like the sun in its authenticity, \"I can't thank you enough for this!\" She was Definitely Tipping Thyri a significant sum.\n\nSeeing the other woman lean forward, Amunet did so as well, curiosity coloring her features. She spoke in a cheery whisper, \"I'll certainly do so!\" At the suggestion of recommending, she leaned back, kneading her hands together a moment before saying softly, looking off into the shop, \"I doubt I'll see him again. And I'm even more doubtful he'd take my recommendations... We didn't exactly split on good terms.\" One hand went to nervously twine and untwine her hair around her fingers. Something about Thyri felt... Like a sister, and she wanted to get to know her. So she needed a tactic like she would in any battle, and she had decided that dropping small crumbs would be one of them. If the woman continued to be all business, maybe a friendship wasn't meant to be.\n\nRefocusing on the questions about illusions, she answered with certainty, \"General would probably work best, as I'm in many different kinds of situations and don't want to be tied to anything too specific that can't be versatile.\" Her light blue eyes lit up at the bracer and its description, \"Can I see it? I'd like to feel its weight. And what does it do when you snap?\" Something that enchance her thrown weapons could be quite useful, as they were her only means of attacking at range.\n\nAmunet frowned slightly at her quick dismissal. \"Well, your best is pretty damned good, from what I can tell. Pardon me, I know I don't know you, but... You seem to be selling yourself quite short. I've never seen enchantments like many of the ones you're offering me. Your craft is *Quite* Unique.\" Pointing at the sketches, she added, \"And your drawing is pretty good too. I'm the Champion of Elira, I know about beauty. You can trust me.\" She smiled in a way that brokered no argument, her chin held high. \n\nShe couldn't help rolling her eyes a little, as she felt Thyri wouldn't rebuke it or judge it, \"I can understand the stress, but...\" She hit the counter lightly with a fist, \"I just want to be able to maintain or get new weapons without feeling like I have to clock a guy. It's terribly annoying.\" She laughed nervously again, \"Oh hells, I sound like the spoiled noble I am, don't I?\" \n\nDropping small things about herself to gauge Thyri's interest and reaction weren't her only tactic. She also planned to go on the offensive, and see how that panned out. She schooled her expression somewhat and summoned up all the warmth and invitation she could, soft eyes and soft smile, \"If you don't mind my asking, when you were speaking about your brother earlier, it seems you miss him or some such.\" She ventured forward gently, \"Yet you're recommending me to his shop, so I assume it's also in the city... Do you not see each other?\" Perhaps it was too forward, but she Was Genuinely curious." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Grand!\" She couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh at the acceptance. It was always so fantastic to get the right idea across in the first go. But it was the perfect enchantment to place onto a sword for enhanced defenses. Maybe she would put something similar onto her hammer, but then it would likely be a pain to deal with when she was forging. Perhaps it was finally time to get a second weapon for herself. A arming sword would be a fantastic secondary if she were to lose her maul.\n\nThe words did bring a slight frown to her face, it didn't sound like it had been a particularly joyful time for the woman. Despite her initial attempts at trying to stay away from a customer's private life, it seemed like the elderly ladies in the market were rubbing off on her as she spoke. \"Cannae say I'm the best to speak on such a thing, but ye were both friends, at least I'm assuming ye were. If the two of ya were close, then I am sure that he'd be 'appy to make amends.\" That was how it usually worked back home. When she and her old friend group fought, they would always be back to buddies either within the hour or by the morning. Though this might be a bit more of a delicate relation. \"Sometimes... Not trying to find the person to say yer apologies is what makes them leave for good.\"\n\nBut she wasn't going to be avoid her little work even during the conversation. \"General will be easy enough.\" But now she got to talk about her little bracer, and her eyes lit up like pure fire. \"Go right ahead! Put it on if ya feel like. Call it the 'Swift Return'. Meant for people who like to stay at range but always seem to be finding themselves running just a bit short of tools. From the moment ya touch the blade, it puts a temporary enchantment on it, when ya snap yer finger, it comes right back to hover in front of the gauntlet, works with arrows as well. Can tell ya 'ow it works if ya want.\" Oh, she could go for Hours If she was allowed.\n.\n\nThyri was quick to start blinking in surprise as the woman revealed who she truly was. \"Wait, yet the Champion Of Elira? I 'ad no clue.\" She couldn't help but be shocked for a moment, before eventually giving a laugh. \"Sorry, I ain't really been taught in no fancy ways of greeting.\" She was a country girl, plain and simple. Sure, she might have lived within the city, but she was here for work. When she was done, she would simply adore being back within her family's forge.\n\n\"Ah, I didn't mean it as an excuse. I know they can be twats. Just meant that they get so stressed that they seek out relief wherever. Even if it turns them into a proper dick.\" She couldn't help but laugh at the words, shaking her head. \"Ah, yer fine, miss. I tend to avoid the blaggards meself if possible.\" It was fairly easy since none of them wanted to have to have their smithy near hers.\n\nHowever, the question that soon followed did cause Thyri's expression to sour slightly, before eventually turning into a somber smile. \"Well, I ain't seen my brother in two years.\" She shook her head as she pushed herself back into a standing wobbling on her heels slightly before returning to standing still. \"Family tradition, ya see. When one reaches the proper age, they're sent out into the world and not to return until they've made a proper name for themselves.\" Thyri soon fell silent, taking a deep breath before exhaling out the mouth. \"Last I 'eard he was in Velaris. Probably working with the Artisan guild.\"" }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "A wave of warm comfort washed over the champion at the blacksmith's laugh. That was precisely it! Thyri reminded her of younger days when she and her sisters were closer. Now both had married and borne children, fulfilled their duty as she had fulfilled hers... But at a much lower cost. Perhaps that was why she didn't push it as they drifted away. A realization occurred to her, \"One more request, if it's possible. Being a representative of Elira, and my son also by extension, I want his blade to be beautiful. Not in a way that lessens function or form, but some minor adornments at least.\" Anticipating what Thyri might say, she added with a friendly smirk, \"Of course, I am happy to pay for or provide any such additional vanity materials.\" \n\nThe Wind Dancer quickly noted Thyri's small frown, feeling a mixture of success and validation. Amunet's small smile soon turned to a frown to match Thyri's. \"He was easily the best friend I ever had. But...\" The lump in her throat reminded her to weigh her words carefully, \"I did my best to cut him deep before I left him... Even someone so understanding must have their limits.\" Her lips twitched a smile that faded, \"I'm not sure anymore how well I knew him, so I don't know what to expect.\" \n\nA sharp inhale of breath preceded her next words, the thought of never seeing him again striking her as unbearable. She'd let her shame keep her away all these years... But maybe Thyri had a point. \"If you're right, it may already be too late, I fear. So much time has passed. I feel I must put it in Elira's hands, I'm...\" She hated to say the next words out loud but felt it was important, for some reason, to expose this vital flaw, \"I'm too stubborn and indecisive.\"\n\nNoting the excitement in Thyri's eyes about the bracer, Amunet wanted to grow and extend that joy. Both to revel in it vicariously herself and as a small thanks for the woman's kind ear to her troubles. Amunet looked over the intricate runes on the bracer, noting they had their own attractive qualities without anything else added decoratively. As she listened to Thyri, she removed the many bangles and bracelets on her right arm. One of them, with a loop that went over a finger, helped conceal the thin scar on both sides of her right hand. She put the bracer on, moving her arm to feel it's weight. It was Incredibly Light, to be made of metal. She regarded it admiringly as she spoke, \"I'd love to hear more, and also to try it, if that's ok. Also, could it work with more than one blade at once, like throwing 3 knives from one hand?\"\n\nThe Desert Rose smiled brilliantly at Thyri's shock. She had suspected the woman had no clue. \"Don't worry, I'm actually quite glad you're not. And that you didn't recognize me. To be treated like any other person is refreshing.\" She had truly been enjoying this in a way that she hadn't enjoyed socializing in quite a while.\n\nFeeling truly saddened for Thyri, as she seemed to really cherish her family, Amunet let the emotion color her features. \"I see. Well, I can't say anything about family politics. I followed mine dutifully until I was 18.\" She held up her index finger for emphasis, \"But! If I like your work, and I'm confident I will, becoming the chosen smith of a champion should elevate your name. Also I run in every social circle in the Empire. I can tell anyone you want about you, across all the nations, from high to low born.\" She smiled conspiratorially, \"When I'm done with you, you'll be so busy you need apprentices.\" At the mention of Velaris, her playful mood fell with a dark chuckle, \"Ah, of course it is! I swear...\" She shook her head, \"Well, in that case, if Elira sees fit to bless me once more, maybe I'll run into Kairos if I go visit your brother's shop.\" It was her turn to sigh, but then the ghost of her previous devious grin returned, \"You can't possibly go unnoticed if I recommend you to a demigod.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"An ornate weapon? I certainly can! Perhaps a trim of gold, or some other fine material. Give it a nice shine as well.\" In her opinion, every blade was beautiful, a true work of art sculpted by the smith within fire. She could understand why most would want a weapon that was visually appealing however, and she would happily comply with such a request. Engraving the runes into a pattern would be a bit difficult, but it wasn't something she hadn't done before. Thyri would make sure to engrave the pommel of the hilt with a similar pattern, after all, mismatching patterns usually gave a weapon a particularly unappealing vibe. If she was to make a weapon for the Champion of Elira, then she was going to make sure it was gorgeous.\n\n\"If ya were close, then perhaps a gift? I'm sure ya knew what sorts of things that the lad enjoyed, so perhaps giving 'im a few might show that ya really are sorry?\" Gifts were common during apologies in her family, and were always handcrafted. The individual would always make sure to put plenty of work into such an item before giving the apology. \"I'm sure he 'asn't changed that much. He's probably still the lad ya always knew and might be feeling just about the same way.\"\n\n\"Stubborn, aye? I can understand that.\" She was a stubborn bastard herself at times. \"But... It might be good to put that stubbornness to good use and just march off to 'im. Keep trying until ya can't try anymore. Gotta make yer own fate sometimes. Can't let the Gods do all the work.\" She knew the Gods did have plans for each of them, but she also knew that the Gods enjoyed testing them whenever they could. Sometimes, their prayers would not be answered, and they would have to prove their faith even through strife.\n.\n\n\"Ah! Perfect!\" Oh boy, now she could go on a proper tangent. \"Right, so upon the finger tips are two enchantments. One is a 'eat enchantment which temporarily burns the second enchantment into metal. That enchantment is a connection point for another on yer wrist. The moment the blade leaves yer 'and, an unseen magic wire is connected between the two points, snapping yer finger actives the third enchantment which is on yer palm, and snaps the wire taut. Tension forces it to bring it close, and a final repelling enchantment keeps it from slamming into ya. But ya can do as many knives as ya got fingers!\" There were plenty of ways she could go deeper into the explanation of how the magic forces active one another, and how Perfect The connection spell was with its seamless attachment of the wires.\n\n It was good to see that Amunet hadn't minded not being recognized. \"Grand! If it's fine with ya then, I'm gonna continue to treat ya just like any other customer I'd 'ave.\"\n\nTo say Thyri was surprised by the words was certainly an understatement. The Chosen Smith of a Champion? She had met smiths that had never even Seen A Champion before, and yet here she was with the possibility of actually becoming a favoured smith of one? Oh, she was not going to let this opportunity escape her. \"T-That sounds amazing! I won't lie, 'aving an apprentice for once might actually do me some good around 'ere.\" Being able to actually have another person helping around the forge would certainly be useful, especially for larger orders. \"A demigod?\" The surprises just kept coming, being recommended to a Demigod Of all things. Suffice to say, her expression was one of pure joy. Perhaps her dreams of crafting for the Gods were much closer than she realized. She was certainly going to have to put her all into these weapons she was creating." }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "At the mention of giving a gift, Amunet's light blue eyes widened, before she went back to fidgeting with a wavy tendril of hair. \"I don't know that any gift could make up for how I acted.\" She unconsciously yanked her own hair, scaring herself, then regained most of her composure. \"I'd make an order of you as a gift, but... He's a master of silvermancy and has the ability to store and summon weapons within himself. He hasn't much need of more weaponry.\" With a sigh, she added, \"He isn't so much for the material things anyway. If he doesn't hate me, I imagine just talking again would suffice.\" A thought occurred to her as she pondered her own preference for jewelry, and with a chuckle she said, \"Though, he does enjoy his piercings... Perhaps your brother would do, if I make it out to Velaris.\" She wasn't entirely sure she could just pop up to Kairos with a gift and say sorry. It simultaneously felt too bold and like it wasn't enough.\n\nThyri's next words struck a different chord in her, one of dread and fear. The duke she so despised, as well as her own late father, used such words as 'making your own fate.' They were convinced they knew better than the gods, or at least at times it felt that way. They were both so determined to shape the world the way they wanted it to be. She couldn't say she didn't do some of the same, but her intentions were worlds apart from what theirs had been. The phrase reminded her of being a pawn, a Victim, and she hated the deep, deep fear it stirred. She tried to rein it in, knowing Thyri wasn't deserving of it, but couldn't keep all the coldness out of her voice, \"Perhaps so. But I was forceful in my feelings, my words, when I made the mistake. I won't do it again. If it isn't meant to be, it won't be.\"\n\nThe ice in her face and voice melted quickly, back to excited warmth, as Thyri explained the bracer. She admired it upon her hand, flexing her fingers, as she listened. \"What fascinating magic! Care if I try?\" She flashed Thyri a smile, and without waiting for an answer pulled a throwing knife out from the bottom band of her cropped shirt. Holding the pointed blade, she flung it gracefully towards the back wall, listened to it whistle through the air a moment, then snapped her fingers right before it hit the wall. The knife hurtled back to her hand, ready to be thrown again. Her face was lit up with delight, \"Oh, Thyri! This will make *All* The difference when I must fight at range!\" She smirked, \"And reduce my bill for throwing knives.\"\n\nPutting the bracer back on the counter, she nodded, \"Oh yes please, I'd much prefer to be just another customer. It's such a rare experience for me.\" It gave Amunet immense joy to see how happy Thyri was about the prospect of her continued, perhaps undivided, patronage. She loved helping and elevating people that truly deserved it; she considered it a perk of her position and power. \"Yes, I have many powerful and influential friends. Though I don't always treat them how I perhaps should...\" She crossed her arms as she continued, \"The man you're encouraging me to run to *Is* The demigod. It's why he's so powerful and giving him gifts is... Difficult. As you can imagine, he doesn't want for much.\" Her cool attitude was interrupted by the loud, unceremonius grumbling of her stomach. She sighed, asking Thyri with doubt it would be accepted, \"I don't imagine you can leave the forge much, *But* I'm in desperate need of some lunch, if you'd like to accompany me. My treat, of course.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Seemed like gift giving wasn't going to be possible. Thyri placed her arms upon the counter and leaned on them, biting her bottom lip as she thought about what could be a good alternative. But she was rather interested in hearing about the magic the individual had. Any form of ferrokinesis was quite sought after within the blacksmith community. \"Well, if that won't work... Perhaps a letter? Write down yer feelings and send it to 'im. Might be good to start with distance?\" Thyri was praying that she was actually providing some useful advice. Gods above, she needed to listen to the elderly more. She knew it was good to listen to one's elders, even if they usually bore her to death. Hearing that her brother might actually be able to help was fantastic! She'd have to send him a letter to make sure she received a good deal. She certainly wasn't going to allow him to overcharge Amunet. She knew it was quite a problem that he had.\n\nThyri was able to hear the coldness within the Champion's voice for a moment and couldn't help but glance towards the ground. Seemed like she wasn't doing the grandest in giving advice. Perhaps it simply wasn't her place to speak on it. Brushing a stand of hair behind her ear, she was quick to apologize. \"Sorry, I ain't exactly the best person to be speaking about this sorta thing.\" Fate would have to be the true guide within this little scenario. If advice was unwelcome, then only time would tell what was going to happen with such a relationship. Thyri did hope that it could be mended, she knew friendships were able to withstand quite rough times, and sometimes the best thing was simply to admit one was wrong.\n\n.\nAt the very least, it seemed like Amunet was happy to move onto the bracer. She was quick to nod as Amunet asked for permission, happily watching as the blade flew through the air. The whistle that was heard as it flew back was Such A satisfying noise to hear after weeks of hard labour getting the enchantments Just Right. Though the best part was seeing the customer's face of joy at such an item. That Was the pride of her work, that was what caused her to work hard through the long and lonesome nights with few breaks. \"I'm glad ya like it! I'll gladly give ya a good deal on it.\" Some would say that her tactic of making equipment that reduced the need for a blacksmith was harming her own business. \n\nCertainly not when tens of others came seeking a similar item.\n\n\"Another customer ya are then!\" She flung her arms wide and let out a joyous laugh. The knowledge that the person Was The demigod mentioned brought a curious look to her eyes. She hummed for a moment as she thought. A simple, yet effective question ran through her mind. If she were a demigod, what would she want as a gift? It would certainly be something to stew over during the night, perhaps get a few good sketches down. She'd have to learn more about the man before she figured anything out. Upon hearing the rumble of a stomach, she couldn't help but let out a small giggle. \"I'd love to get a proper meal. Just give me some time to close up for lunch, aye? Don't want the place getting broken into.\" Laughter escaped her as she moved into the back to quench the forge and lock up the windows. With all her enchanted gear, her store would be quite the prime spot for a bit of thievery. She was lucky that the market watched out for one another, and usually had guards patrolling along the streets. When she was eventually finished, she would meet up with Amunet outside her smithy." }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "In response to Thyri's suggestion of a letter, Amunet simply scoffed, raising a brow, before shaking her head no. How could she write about things she wasn't even sure about herself? Though... As of late, it was feeling more and more clear to her that she still cared for him; how could she miss him, if she didn't? The fears that haunted and plagued her, that were responsible for her little outburst that ended things, were still quite present. And she wasn't sure she could let them go or turn them off. A small part of her knew they had, at times, actually protected her; and though what once was helpful was now destroying her life, she found she still couldn't stop. Could he withstand more anger from her? Changing would be a process... Long and arduous, very possible that he caught more of her ire, deserving or not.\n\nAt the smith's apology, the champion sighed and rubbed her forehead a moment. \"No, no. Your advice is sound, it makes sense, I just...\" Another sigh, more frustrated this time, but with herself, \"I have to sort myself before I know quite how I want to approach it... Or *If* I want to approach it.\" She gave Thyri a weak smile, \"I shouldn't have burdened you, the fault is mine.\" Another regret to add to her list; foolish to take out her frustrations, her troubles on someone innocent. She didn't regret the sharing. She was feeling somewhat relieved by that, actually, despite the lack of a solution. It was just nice for someone to hear her out and be kind in turn.\n\nThe surprise in the Rhakotian's eyes was quite genuine at Thyri's acceptance. She even found herself clapping excitedly before she realized she was letting it happen, a broad grin on her face; she exclaimed happily, \"Yes! Oh, of course! And please write me up a receipt for the bracer; I want to know how overmuch I'll be tipping you.\" With that she turned to wait outside the smithy, pondering where might be best to eat. She'd long grown used to the stares and whispers of passersby in crowds and paid it no mind, well aware and uncaring that she didn't quite look like she belonged outside a smithy. Though she did return any greedy leering she caught with a glare almost as sharp as her blades; it generally did the trick of dissuading approach or speech. She remembered there was actually a quite excellent stall of Rhakotian food not too far from here; she wondered if Thyri had ever tried it and decided to suggest it.\n\nFood from home made her think about home. Since Sassan needed little from her while attending school and her mother was also there if he had any dire needs, she'd allowed herself to be away for a few months this time. Perhaps it was time to head back home once she'd received these weapons. She couldn't keep running from her pain, that did nothing to actually alleviate it. At least trying to sort her feelings about her father's passing were somewhat easier than those about her former lover. She hadn't been close to her father since he let the duke take advantage of her, willingly, so he could grow his own power. In some ways she was indebted to him; she wouldn't have this life if not for him and his betrayal. But in other ways, she found she missed just Having A father, as he'd rarely ever felt like one.\n\nThyri's exit from the shop was well-timed, pulling her from a path of thoughts that would only anger her. Her mind seemed hellbent these days on taking her down dark paths. Smiling at her new acquaintance, she felt hope for the first time in several years that she'd found someone who could help banish that darkness. \"Have you ever had much Rhakotian food? There's an absolutely delicious stall just down this street.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "The scoff caused her brow to perk up. That certainly wasn't the response that she had been expecting, but it was likely better than anything else that could have come. \"Ain't a burden at all, lass. Not got a single problem with learning about my customers. If I can 'elp them outside of forging, I ain't got a reason not to.\" Being kind to another person just made sense to her. They were a person and so was she, so she had no reason not to help as many as she could however she could. Besides, despite everything she could still get a sense of relief within Amunet's eyes, so she had clearly done something right. That was all she needed to know.\n\nThyri couldn't help but laugh at the clapping. It was a rather cute thing to see. It reminded her of when she was younger and playing with the other kids of the village. She could recall one girl who'd always be moving her hands whenever she was excited, Thyri couldn't remember if she had ever seen that girl sitting still for longer than five minutes. She always had so much energy. More laughter escaped her at the memory, quickly shaking it off as she began to write up the receipt for the bracer. She made sure to give a bit of a discount, she wasn't going to allow herself to be fed for free after all, besides, she was sure that Amunet would never even realize. Giving a nod to the amount, she began to walk towards the exit of her forge, lifting up a large maul and swinging it around to her back, where it latched onto it's hook.\n.\n\nAs Thyri left her smithy, she stretched her arms wide and took in a deep breath through her nostrils, enjoying the fresh air and bustling sounds of the market. She had become quite a common sight, but she could still remember all the stares she had recieved when she first arrived. Not many people saw a woman as large nor as strong as her. She waved to a few of the neighbouring merchants, friendly faces that she had gone drinking with and a few customers she recognized. This had certainly become quite the home for her, and she had to say she was rather pleased with having moved to such a grand city. \"Right! So, what's the plan for the meal?\" Thyri crossed her arms as she turned towards the Champion. Her arms bulged from the movement. She had taken off her usual gloves, allowing the tattoos to be fully revealed.\n\n\"R'aku- Ra'ko-\" She shook her head, trying to get control of her mouth. Her accent made it quite difficult to say the word correctly. \"R'ake-o-tain? Bah!\" Simply pushing forward, she shook her head. \"Cannae say I've ever 'ad it. Is it good?\" She could have certainly gone for something with a good bit of meat in it. She would absolutely Devour A rabbit stew if she could. Pot and all. Working in a forge certainly built up quite the appetite. She was already beginning to make her way towards the stall, mer mouth watering at the mere thought of what delicacies were awaiting. If there was an option for something sweet as well, she was practically going to make a second home Right Beside the stall just to get her lunch.\n\nHomecooking was never her specialty, so her meals were usually rather bland. She still remember when that fine young lad had come round to her smithy and brought some proper fine meals. She had eaten Good That week. She was still rather sad that she never saw him again. Never really did find out what happened to him. A mystery that would have to be solved at a later date, clearly." }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "Amunet's sky-colored eyes blinked a few times at Thyri's bulging muscles; they were even More Impressive when on display like That. She giggled a little to herself to think of how many men would love to so genuinely impress her. In all honesty, she cared little for such things. Fitness was attractive, of course, but she knew better than anyone that beauty was only skin deep; she was far more interested in what lurked in people's hearts. Thyri's attempts at saying the word were adorable, and the champion certainly wouldn't be busting her chops for struggling. She'd struggled well enough herself to learn all the languages of the empire and still didn't sound Great At some of them. \n\nA small laugh and a raised brow accompanied her words, \"Well, I think the food is amazing, but I'm rather biased. It's from my home, the deserts to the east of here. It tends to be quite flavorful, full of spice. I think you'll like it.\" Once they got to the stall and through the quickly moving line, Amunet made their order in Vaedric, the language of her people, the old woman behind the counter giving a toothy smile that had a few gaps. She handed a bowl back to Thyri that contained small rice-like pasta, fava beans, okra, and chunks of venison kebab, keeping one such bowl for herself. Continuing to talk and gesture in her own tongue, she got another bowl to share with Thyri of small, round donuts that had been soaked in syrup and dusted with sugar. Leaving one bowl on the counter, she fished out a generous amount of coin, handing it to the old woman with a bow of her head. The old woman waved as if to refuse, but Amunet took her wrinkled hand and pressed the coins in anyway, squeezing with both before grabbing her bowls and turning to leave.\n\nWalking down the street to a nearby plaza with benches, Amunet took a seat on one, sitting the bowl of donuts beside her. \"Those are to share, donuts soaked in syrup.\" Taking a bite from her own bowl, she watched Thyri out of the corner of her eye, \"I'm terribly curious what you think. And won't be offended if you don't like it.\" She basked in the flavors of home, resolving to head back as soon as she could. Feeling bold, she ventured, \"I've heard a little about your family but... Is there anyone special in your life? I'm absolutely being nosy, and you can tell me to butt out.\" Her happy, peaceful expression said she was happy to just talk to Thyri." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "So, they were going to be having a meal from her homeland. This was going to be an interesting one. She was going to trust what Amunet said about it and believe it'd be good, but she had to admit she was quite nervous about the spices. She was Not Good with spices at all. But, she'd go through with it just to try it out. After all, the last time she had anything spicy was when she was a child, and she was sure that her palate had grown up with her. Thyri stood to the side as Amunet placed the order, and soon taking the bowl she was handed. It certainly wasn't what she had been expecting, but it had meat in it. It couldn't be that bad, right?\n\n\"So, what is this called?\" As they made their way over to the plaza, she couldn't help but keep looking over the meal. It was certainly different from her own homecooked meals back in the Capitol. At the mention of the donuts however, there was an obvious glint of excitement within her eyes. Oh, she knew those were going to be absolutely Incredible. She was struggling not to grab a handful and just scoff them down. But for now, she had her own bowl to try. She took a moment to look down at it before she took her first bite, a strange look appearing on her face. \"It is... Not what I expected at all. It certainly ain't bad. Just when ya said it was full of spice I thought it would be a bit 'otter. Kinda nice.\" She was quick to get a second bite, to keep the flavours within her mouth for as long as possible.\n\nHowever, when she was asked the question, she merely gave a small laugh as she shook her head and waved her hand in denial. \"Nay nay. I've not really 'ad the chance for anyone to 'ave a proper go at me. There was this one young lad a while back who cooked me dinner a few times. Dunno where he's run off to now, but last I 'eard he was at the academy.\" Now, it was her turn to turn her grin onto Amunet, leaning forward slightly. \"What about ya? Ya said yer son was getting into college, so who's the lucky man?\"" }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "Watching her new friend with contained amusement, Amunet ate slowly. \"This isn't exactly one dish, so it doesn't quite have a name. It's a few different dishes all shoved into one bowl.\" She pointed at each thing as she identified it, \"Venison kebab, okra, fava beans, and the pasta is called orzo.\" The champion smiled knowingly at her comments, \"Yes, it isn't spicy in a hot way. It's more... Multiple combinations of flavor. Sweet, savory, minty, earthy.\" She heaved a sigh of relief; both that Thyri was enjoying it and just enjoying the small comfort the food brought her. A devilish grin overtook Amunet's face for a moment, \"At the academy, eh? You don't have to leave the city to find him, then. For all your pushing me to go find someone across many miles, you haven't even taken a short walk to find your man.\" She huffed playfully at Thyri, raising her brows as she teased, \"I see how it is...\" After taking a few more bites, she added more sincerely, \"I could help you find him, if you like... I'm quite good at tracking people down.\"\n\nThe champion very nearly spat out her mouthful of food at Thyri's question. Recovering a little clumsily, the heat rising in her cheeks giving her coppery skin a slight glow, she spluttered, \"What do you mean?! I already said...\" With an exasperated sigh, she stated, \"The man I've told you about, Kairos Ordo, Demigod of Storms and Seas, is the *Only* Man I've ever had any relationship with. Though now there's no luck to it, only my own idiocy.\" She stabbed at her bowl of food with her fork in irritation, at herself, not at her companion. Her tone turned dark though her face remained mildly irritated, \"As for Sassan's father, he was an evil bastard executed for treason before Sassan was born. I was *Very* Happy to see him done in.\" Turning to the bowl of donuts she plucked one and stuffed it in her mouth, chewing angrily. With a deep breath, eyes closed, she managed to return to her normal demeanor, only a little diminished. \n\n\"If I get the chance to make things right with Kairos, I'd like to try... But the fears that made me lash out before are still very present.\" Her brows furrowed as she continued eating, \"It's very likely I lash out again... He may not want to deal with it, and I wouldn't blame him. Though my body heals extraordinarily well, my heart is another matter, and those wounds are so deep...\" She stared out blankly at the crowd for a moment before putting on a small smile, \"And that's a box I don't particularly feel like opening. Enough of dark matters!\" She elbowed Thyri gently, \"Is serving a champion of the gods enough fame to go to see your family?\" She was finding herself quite genuinely invested in helping Thyri find success, and such a sweet, warmhearted person deserved to be surrounded by the love of her family. Amunet beamed happily up at Thyri, feeling more at ease than she had in quite a long time." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "The meal not having a proper naame was quite the surprising thing, she was used to most meals being named this or that, but she supposed it made sense if it was a few dishes shoved together. She had to say, the venison was definitely growing on her. The fava beans, not so much. But she could stand them with the pasta. The combination of the flavours was certainly correct. If she had to describe it as anything, it was earthy. \"Nah nah, I tried looking at the academy. He weren't there. Boy's practically vanished off the planet.\" It was frustrating, especially since she had actually taken a day off to try and find the lad. A whole day of customers gone, and she hadn't even succeeded in her search! Though, it seemed like no one had known where the poor lad had went, so for all she knew he had died on some sort of adventure or moved to a different kingdom altogether. \"If ya can find 'im, I'll gladly give ya a reward.\" If Amunet was a good at tracking people down as she said, maybe she could put in a little order for the rat that stole from her. Her annoyance at the mere thought was visible on her face.\n.\n\nThyri couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the flustered sight of Amunet, she slapped her thigh as laughter escaped her, quickly doing her best to shake out the laughter as to not anger her companion. \"Alright, I'll lay off it for now. But Sassan's father was a traitor? Was it 'ard on the poor lad? Growing up without the father in the picture. I've 'eard stories that it can make kids... Rebellious?\" Thyri had no clue about being a mother, nor had she even really thought about it in her life, but that didn't mean she wasn't a woman. There had been plenty of gossip back in her home village, and even if she was often busy with her work, there was naught she could do to escape it. Now that Amunet had taken a donut, Thyri grinned as she took one for herself. A childish grin appeared on her face as she popped it into her mouth, feeling the syrup melt against her tongue \"Ah, that's good.\"\n\nShe hummed as she listened to Amunet's words. She could understand it. Pain of the heart was certainly a cruel punishment for being a human, a wound that one was unable to heal even with the most grand of spells, mages and alchemists, and if the rumours were true and Champions truly had immortality, then it could have been a lifelong punishment. But, she was happy to move along to another topic if the Champion so wished. \"Ah, I bloody 'ope so. My uncle served... I believe three. So, if he was able to 'ead back 'ome after all of that, then I'm sure I will be!\" There was an aching part of her heart that doubted it would be enough. She hadn't had her own shop for very long, and it was likely that her family would believe that she had to be out in the world for longer. But still, her heart was full of hope, as it always was." }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "The champion watched with interest as Thyri's expression went from hopeful while talking about the boy to annoyed. She was curious about what caused the transition but would let it go for now; she was a little worried she might've pried too much already. Nodding, getting to the bottom of her bowl, she spoke matter-of-factly, \"It's typically criminals or other evil-minded people I'm hunting, so they leave various trails that I know how to follow. An average person might be more difficult, but I'd be happy to try, reward or no.\" A small smile blossomed on her face, along with a faint blush, \"We could call it a favor for a friend.\" For she felt that was really what this was becoming, to her fearful but happy surprise. With a noise of exclamation, she added, \"Oh, I'm going to the Academy anyway!! There are some books I need to find in their libraries. So I already have reason to be there. Tell me everything you know about the boy; appearance, habits, personality, all of it!\"\n\nAmunet was emitting a very low sort of growl of irritation, incredibly unbecoming, before Thyri stopped laughing and switched topics. With a significant sigh, no longer having the energy nor feeling the need to fix her face, she let the weariness wash over it, \"Of course it was hard on him.\" She was glad she had finished eating by the time they got to this topic, for her appetite was completely gone. She spoke quietly, and Thyri would likely have to lean in a little to still hear her, \"If not for me being blessed by Elira shortly after the Duke's execution, I fear he would've endured terrible things growing up. Luckily, I had my mother's help; hells, I was still a child myself, nearly.\" Her brows furrowed angrily for a moment before smoothing back out into an expression of near helplessness, \"My father was little better than the Duke, in my eyes, so I never let him quite fill that role... Kairos was the closest he had, while he had him.\" She turned a sad smile on her friend, \"He's only really been anything near rebellious since I drove Kairos away. I think he'd gotten accustomed to not having any father figure, so it was fine until I showed him what that could be like...\" Her words trailed off, along with her distant expression.\n\nAlso happy to move on, Amunet hummed with approval, \"Three?! Really? That's astounding! I've yet to even meet another Champion... I thought we were more rare. Thyri's hope was somewhat contagious, as the Desert Flower found she was feeling it too, \"Well, one way or another, I really do believe things will work out for us, you know?\" Feeling a little better, she took one more donut, \"It might be messy, but, sometimes that's more fun!\" And, she found, the messier paths often held more lessons." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"A favour for a friend? Sure!\" That was something she would happily take, though it would mean she would owe Amunet for something. Thyri was not the kind to allow debts to lay, and was already thinking of how she'd pay back such a favour. From what she was able to tell, with Amunet seeming to enjoy quite lavish things, it might be best to send a letter to her mother. She always had been quite the seamstress. Thyri was nearing the end of her bowl at the same time, having had quite the appetite. The blacksmith was rather surprised to hear that she already had plans to visit the academy, and laughter once more escaped her at the persistence in questions. \"Aye, I shall! Gods, where to start...\" Thyri fell silent for a moment, letting out a hum before returning to the topic. \"Well, the lads a 'alf 'uman. Part drow I'm pretty sure. Uh... Ah right. Hes part of the Archduke of Velaris' family. Kindly boy, a damn good cook.\" From what she was describing, he certainly sounded like quite the high value individual.\n.\n\nA somber look appeared on her face as she heard Amunet's story. It certainly had been rough for the poor girl, and Thyri felt like she could almost see the years within her eyes. She place and empathetic, if not a bit rough, hand onto the Champion's shoulder, and gave a kindly smile as she spoke. \"If ya ever need a place to just escape from it all for a while, my smithy is always open. Might not be fit for a Champion of Elira, but it's a 'omely place.\" It wouldn't be the first time she allowed someone new to sleep within her smithy, though the first had been a rather small goblin that she now had as an assistant from time to time. It was still so odd that she seemed to be passing down her talents to a goblin of all things. But she was happy to move onto the topic of her uncle to keep her friend in good spirits. \"Aye. He roamed around as a smith back in 'is days. Guess he stumbled upon them during 'is travels. I'm not surprised, if ya think I'm a 'alf decent smith, he might as well be Celsus herself!\" It was obvious she looked up to her uncle quite a bit, and it was hard not to. After he had taught her everything she knew, and even tried to teach her his little secret. She was sadly not smart enough to understand all the small moving parts that he used in his smithing.\n.\n\n\"But don't you worry, you Champions are still bloody 'ard to find!\" Thyri's grin appeared on her face once again as she glanced at the Desert Flower. \"I 'ave to agree. Just need to 'ope that everything will turn out well.\" In her opinion, every path was a messy path. There would always be an issue here or a problem there. That was the fun part, figuring out the best way to work around it. Even if her method when she came to a wall was to push through it." }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "The Champion listened intently to Thyri's description and began to understand that her new friend seemed to be one to undersell things. This seemingly random boy was a noble, and somewhat high-ranking too. That might make him easier to find, though. She was wondering to herself, with some amusement, if Thyri might pass her off to others as \"A girl from the deserts\" Or some such; but honestly, the lack of pretense was so refreshing, she found she didn't mind. Nodding resolutely, she declared, \"I can't promise results, but I'll do all I can to find him.\"\n\nA soft chuckle escaped her at the smith's offer. \"Oh, homely sounds lovely. And just what I need, I think, sometimes.\"** A small voice somewhere in the back of her mind urges her to let someone take care of Her For a while, but she brushed it off. \"Despite my tastes, I would never turn up my nose at such a generous offer. But for now, once my business concludes here, I really should return home for a while.\" The guilt waited at the edges of her mind, ready to pounce, but she didn't want to let go of this moment just yet. Offering a deep, warm smile, a tiny glimpse of her heart, she tried to encourage her, \"I can tell you're not where you want to be yet, but I really do think you're on your way. I daresay, if you continue at the current rate, perhaps you can even surpass your uncle in skill.\" She nodded, rather matter of factly, as if it was the clearest, simplest truth.\n\nStanding and taking both bowls when they were done, returning them to the stall, then coming back to her new friend, she put a soft hand lightly on Thyri's shoulder, sighing, \"Unfortunately, I need to tend to other business now. But it was such a a pleasure to meet you, my friend.\" Her voice faltered, ever so slightly, over the word; she couldn't remember when she'd last said it and Meant It. \"I'll return in several days, once my other business concludes, to collect the bracer and the order. I look forward to seeing you then.\" As she left to make her way to her next meeting, she found she couldn't stop smiling. It was nice to have something to actually look forward to." } ]	707	16,662
289.833333	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Arbur Kall", "message": "It had been far too long since Arbur last considered finding or buying a weapon, over a hundred years in fact, for as a monk his method of combat had always revolved around his physical body and the skill he'd mastered over lifetimes. Even when people would suggest or wonder why he fought without a single weapon he'd often brush it off and say he only needed his fists and feet to get the job done. Fortunately his mindset has recently changed thanks to an altercation with some unsavory members of society within the forests of Forstead- now the guardian finds himself walking down the roads of the market in hopes to find a smithy or store he can find a weapon fit for him.\n\n\"*I hope they'll accept trade- I should have taken a bounty or two before coming down here... This was a bad idea.\" The guardian sighed as he looked down the various alleys and streets of the market, seeing sign after sign that said they'll only accept coin as payment. Slightly disheartening to be honest but Arbur refused to give up hope.\n\n\"No. There has to be someone here, I know there is.\" His determination was set in stone- and that's when he heard it. The thunder of a hammer, the clang of metal and the draw of his own intuition. He turned quickly, eyes scanning down the long lane- and there it was. A building with a sign displaying an anvil with sparks surrounding it, he'd found his smith.\n\nWalking towards the smithy Arbur took a deep breath before he carefully made his way inside, speaking up loud enough to be heard but also to not disturb anyone.\n\n\"Hello? Are you open for business?\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Toiling away at yet another bit of farm equipment, Thyri was tired of creating the same item over and over. She had no clue How* The locals of this city were able to be so rough with their equipment that it broke so often. She had tried to teach each and everyone of them to properly maintain their tools, but it seemed like it was for naught. At least it was fairly decent for coin. The anvil rang out as steel slammed against it, bending the iron into the shape it had to be in. The heat of the forge was raging as Thyri worked through her the last of the order. It was certainly a chore, but it gave her a decent workout.\n\nWith one final slam, she lifted the axehead to inspect it for a moment, looking for errors or chips. She would not allow something of poor quality to exit her smithy. She had a reputation to keep after all. With the pair of tongs, she plunged it into the bucket of oil to quench the heat. A hiss escaped from the liquid as she allowed it to rest for a moment.\n\nJust in time for a chime to ring throughout the building. A customer! She placed down her tools and made her way to the front of the store, fixing herself up as best she could before she greeted the individual.\n\n\"Aye, we're open.\" Thyri was quick to get behind the counter to greet the customer.\n\nThyri was an incredibly muscular woman, tattoos covering her arms and a look of pride within her fiery eyes. The storefront was full of various weapons, armour and tools, all of which had been crafted to a rather high quality. \"Don't believe I've see ya before. What are ye looking for?\"" }, { "author": "Arbur Kall", "message": "\"*Oh what a relief-\" The monk called out in reply, eyes transfixed on a suit of plate armor on the wall, he'd never seen such a thing- let alone such fine craftsmanship. \"-I was worried I'd come all this way for-\" He finally turned his gaze towards Thyri as she walked behind the counter.\n\n\"BIG WOMA-AHCHOO.\" Air erupted from the nose of Arbur, blasting him back outside out of the smithy with the doors promptly shutting rather loudly. Within a few seconds the doors flew back open and were quickly shut again, Arbur gave his best apologetic smile and upped his face wasn't Too* Red from embarrassment.\n\n\"*Sorry about that, and yeah no you probably haven't- it's not often I'm in... Civilization?\" The Guardian walked towards the counter and began to dig around in an animal-skin pouch. \"I'm in need of a weapon, specifically one tailor made for me, I don't have money- I'm a monk, but I* Do *Have something I think might be worthy of trade.\"\n\nPulling out an old scroll and a decent sized rectangular object wrapped in dark tan cloth Arbur set them both on the counter.\n\n\"Authentic.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Thyri was about to respond when the customer was suddenly ejected from the store. She blinked in absolute confusion and astonishment, questioning what in the hell had just happened, when the individual reentered the store. \"Er- Welcome back?\" She had no clue what else to say.\n\nShe could easily see that the Monk's cheeks were blazing red from such an event happening. She quickly shook it off to get back to her customer service mode. \"Not often in civilization? 'Spose that makes sense, plenty of wanders out there.\" She had spent a bit of time wandering herself. It was good to get out there from time to time.\n\nAt first, the mention of a lack of money caused her expression to sour a bit, but then a trade was offered and she was back in good spirits then. \"Ah, a trade? Must say, I only create 'igh quality items, so ya be 'ope it's a good trade.\" She let out a deep laugh as she watched him place the items onto the counter.\n\n\"Authentic, ya say? Well, let's see what it is.\"\n\nFirst, she brought the rectangular object closer, beginning to carefully unwrap the cloth, just in case it was a volatile material." }, { "author": "Arbur Kall", "message": "\"My job requires me to be amongst the natural world more often than it does the unnatural. It's... Lonely, but it's what I was born to do.\" Arbur replied with a small smile of his own.\n\n\"Oh I have no doubt you'll find these items... Pleasing? Hopefully they're enough for your-\" When she laughed the monk froze for just a moment, his expression almost like that of a surprised monkey, but then went back to normal a split second later. \"-services.\"\n\nOnce the smith of renown moved the rectangular object closer and unwrapped the cloth a wooden box is revealed. Within that box lays ore of unfathomable wealth, shimmering and twinkling within an infinite pool of dark purple and inky blackness like the void of space itself. Within is enough to make near any weapon if desired and the craftsman skilled enough. \n\n\"Starlight ore, given to me by the spirit of the stars herself after I helped her many lifetimes ago.*\" The ore present is a well known fae legend, a material said to be as hard as the strongest of metals yet as flexible as water itself. A material of great importance and great rarity, so much so that it is nearly a once in a generation level find." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"I guess that's makes sense, what do ya do then? Just some wandering merchant?\" Thyri had been quite surprised by the amount of wandering merchants in the world, seemed like plenty of individuals simply wanted to get out of the cities and trade.\n\nThe ore was not an unfamiliar sight. Thyri had been made to study each type that was known to the world, learn how best to craft with them, how to mold them into tools of war if so needed. Even then, Starlight ore was mostly thought to be a myth, especially to her family. An ore that only the Gods would work with.\n\nTo see a slab of such material laying in front of her, Thyri believed it was fine to be rather shocked at such a thing. There was plenty of it as well.\n\n\"Starlight ore... By the Gods...\" \n\nThere was not much else to be said. As a blacksmith, there was simply no chance in the world that she would be able to deny such a trade. For a chance to work with such an ore, would be an honour and a blessing. If word got out about her creation using such an ore, thousands would come to her little shop.\n\n\"And... The scroll?\"" } ]	269	1,739
322.422018	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "masium", "message": "Thyri's blacksmithy. Where she forges all of her goods for her customers." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "The young man that walked into the shop was a rather interesting one indeed. Having settled into the Academy and having just over a week until he'd have his first test to see if he truly belonged there, he was using his downtime to check out this shop. Aranea had claimed that the magical items made in the Eternal City were a mile ahead of others save Mistrion. His gut had brought him here. \n\nCullen was a young man an inch under six feet, with a shock of silky white hair and skin the same color as a drows, dark with a pretty purplish hue. His eyes were a brilliant yellow and were bright, clever and seemed to almost contain a sparkle. His clothing was that of a commoner, brown britches and boots and a white tunic that showed off a well defined chest. He wore a couple of plain silver rings and had his ears pierced. \n\n\"Excuse me! I'm looking for Thyri? I heard that I could maybe talk about getting a weapon or armor or something made here.\" He spoke like a street rat, the smooth slang and easy flow of words mixed with an informal sense of gravity and yet... He didn't have the air of a thief. He seemed entirely confident that he could afford to be in a place like this requesting magical items. \n\nOnce he caught sight of the target of his visit, he'd smile at her warmly- a boyish smile but also one that carried just a hint of weariness." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "The entrance to the store was quite the cozy little place, rustic and made from hand. It was certainly a rather strong building, and the inside was suited to it's owners needs. Along the walls, various weapons hung from nails and hooks. Many seemed to shine from their polish, and others had odd runes that seemed to glow with some sort of strange power within them. Shields made from wood and steel were piled against the walls, and even some armour pieces were on display. Certainly a surplus in items.\n\nAs the door was opened and an individual entered the store, a soft bell seemed to ring throughout the store, even though there was nothing but a small piece of steel hung from the frame, certainly not big enough to make such a sound. A huff was heard from somewhere in the back, as a clatter of objects soon followed.\n\nSoon enough, a female with quite an imposing build exited from the rear of the building. She was carrying a crate of metal and grunted as she placed it onto the counter, before making her way behind. Brushing some hair out of her face, she flashed a smile to the pale haired boy. \"'Ello mate. I'm the one yer looking for now. Thyri's the name. Got a special order ya need?\"\n\nHer accent certainly portrayed her as someone from quite far away. Seemingly from one of the many villages that were out in the word. Sandy blonde hair was matched with piercing brown eyes and tan skin. The tattoos upon her arms seemed to tell a story, but one would need to know exactly what they meant to understand. She didn't mind much about informal attire or such a way of speaking. If one was inside her store, they knew what they could afford." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Holy crap she was kind of hot in a 'ill crush your skull' kind of way. Which was just Atlas' type, the half demon in his head roaring with approval. He had to admit she had impressive musculature and it was a given- she was a blacksmith after all. He cleared his throat and looked around the space at all the enchanted items. \n\n\"Yes, I do. I haven't exactly determined what it is I want made- I guess I was hoping an expert could help me design something.\" He said, stepping up to her counter and gazing at all the materials with absolute enthusiasm. \"I have a katana that isn't magical and a modified wheellock pistol that's enchanted to never get jammed and is much easier to fill with gunpowder and bullets. I simply have to have items on hand and say the command 'Reload' and it'll reload in five seconds. I can fire three shots with it. It's my only magical item.\" He said, pulling out an elegant pistol and setting it down on the counter. \n\nHe wanted to explain his magical technique to her- but he hesitated. How did he explain that he both had and didn't have it. Re/Armament was a magical technique that belonged to Aranea, one of the two souls he housed- and he could barely tap into it without resonating his soul with hers. A difficult and exhausting process. Still... He needed good gear if he was going to surprise. \n\n\"Before we get to business though- Hello Thyri, im Cullen Stellae. It's a pleasure to meet you, you have a very lovely shop.\" He said with a smile, holding out his hand to shake. He was two inches taller than herself and though he was slender, she'd be amazed to find that he had surprisingly strong hands if she shook with him." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"A katana, aye? Cannae say I see many of those round 'ere. Would love to get a look at the steel that's been used if ya got the time for it.\" Making up a design on the spot then? She could certainly get behind that. All her best ideas came around midnight either way, and whilst it wasn't very late, with her horrid sleep schedule, it might as well have been.\n\nIt was the wheellock pistol that soon caught her interest however. With gloved hands, she took a moment to fall into a comfortable silence as she looked over such an item. Her eyes traced over each and every mark the weapon had, intentional or not. \"Bloody beautiful piece of equipment right 'ere. Most noble types would want this to be stuffed inside a vault or some shite. Glad to see that ya actually got some use in it.\" Always was a sad day when she had to do a monthly maintenance on some piece that wasn't even damn used. This brought a simple smile to her face.\n\n\"Cullen Stellae then. Thyri Sigtrygg. Pleasure to make yer acquaintance.\" Gently placing the weapon back onto the counter, she removed her glove and clapped her hand into his for a shake. Her hands were rough and timeworn, but at least she had all her digits. \"So, what sorta design ya got rummaging up in yer 'ead there. Anything I'm able to work off?\"\n\nPlans of her own was already flashing through her mind. Schematics of useless weapons that would fail, and others that would likely be brilliant. But she always had to go with what the customer wanted most, though that didn't mean she wasn't able to add a few ideas of her own if she needed." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Well... I have two ideas. First I should explain my magical technique. It's called Re/Armament. I can access a personal pocket dimension and store anything in it that classifies as an Armament or an Armor. I can switch them out at will for minimum mana cost. I believe my technique works best when I'm switching weapons multiple times in a fight- it makes it harder for my enemies to predict my fighting style.\" \n\nThe speech he gave was actually from a practiced script that Aranea had made him repeat over and over before they'd come. Since the technique was hers before, she understood it intimately. Re/Armament was the only magical technique he could access outside of Soul Resonance- so they'd decided he should focus on building up his arsenal. \n\n\"The two ideas I had were for a dagger or perhaps some boots- something to increase my mobility? If I could combine high mobility with my pistol- I could probably at least hold my own against common bandits.\" He said, rubbing the back of his head. \"If you have any questions I'll do my best to answer them. To be honest- all of this fighting stuff is totally new to me. But you're a master of your craft- so if you've got any ideas I'd love to hear them. I have plenty of money, so that won't be an issue.\" He said with a smile. She had a warmth to her that he liked, she was rough but incredibly welcoming so far. He had a feeling she'd be someone he came to for new weapons a lot. He supposed there were worse customers to have than an Archduke of the Nine Realms." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "A hum escaped her as she listened to the magical technique. That was something that was quite interesting, that was for damn sure. What she would do to be able to simply throw all her weaponry and armour into a little pocket and just begin a travelling smithy. Could have been the first of it's kinda and would have been damn fun. Least she would be able to get out into the country a bit more often.\n\n\"If yer going for a dagger, got a bit of an idea.\" Taking a moment to turn around, she crouched down to reach into some closed cupboards. After rummaging around for a moment, she eventually let out a content sound as she stood. Returning her gaze towards Cullen, she placed down a rather odd looking blade onto the counter.\n\nThe blade didn't have a hilt or handle, and was clearly just a proof of concept, but it was certainly strange. Deep serrations on the side resembled a comb more than a proper blade. \"A Swordbreaker. If yer gonna be using your pistol mostly, why not 'ave something to keep a blade at a distance. Plus, can still be used to cut so if ya really need to get in close, ya ain't gonna be left with naught. But the fun part bout this lil thing here is the enchantment I've put on it.\" Flipping the blade, she showed off an earthen marking that seemed to flow up the middle and to the edge of each comb. \"What its meant to do is disturb bits of metal, so put a sword between a pair o' prongs and twist hard, ya can likely snap off a good blade.\"\n\n.\n\n\"But, for mobility. I do got something fun.\" Placing down the blade and reaching down once more, she brought up a pair of fur lined leather boots. \"Ain't got a fun name for these yet, but what they do is bundle a bunch of cold air below ya feet. Makes it so ya glide and slide around the place more than run. Can say I've 'ad my fair share of tumbles with 'em, but if ya can properly learn 'ow to use them, ya could get across a damn lake with ease.\" Placing them down, she allowed the boy to take a look at either one he wanted to." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen had grown up on the very streets outside without even a copper to his name- he'd fought, tricked and scammed his way into most meals. Eventually he'd gotten odd jobs here and there, picked up skills, but none of them would have ever prepared him to be in a blacksmiths shop perusing Magic items. He picked up the Swordbreaker, he'd heard of these. You used them as a sidearm and if you could catch a sword in it, you were supposed to twist and snap the metal or at the least, wrench it out out of their hands or bind up their blade. \n\nWith a metal deterioration enchantment on it, the weapon was double effective. If the sword he'd caught wasn't a strong magic item, he could wear it down and break it. A super useful tool to have to. \n\nHe set it down gingerly as if scared to break it and then peered at the boots. In all his 24 years of life, he'd never seen magic boots. So they stored up cold air so he could slide around on it, huh? Now that was interesting. The mental image conjured up was comical to say the least. Still... If he could learn to use it... \n\n\"I definitely want these boots. They'll help me make space so I can fire my pistol.\" He said, patting the boots. \"But the Swordbreaker would be great- im excited to adventure and stuff but if I had to be honest, im not exactly eager to go and take someone's life. That's a pretty permanent thing to do someone, you know?\"\n\nHe suddenly beamed as he realized he was quite rich. \n\n\"Let me buy both- and I'll help you get the Swordbreaker finished too! I'm pretty good with my hands and I learn stuff quick, whatever you need really! Even if it's just cooking you meals or something!\" The truth was he didn't have anywhere to go for a week and waiting around doing nothing for a week before his first test didn't exactly sound like a treat. \n\n\"I'm really amazed, it's clear how much you really love your work.\" He said, tilting his head to study her face as they spoke of her craftsmanship." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Pride was plastered on her face as she crossed her arms, watching the boy pick up and look over her weapon. It was always damned nice to see someone actually appreciate her works, she put hours into each piece of armour that had ever been inside this shop. She always made damn sure the person left with something they could use for the rest of their life! However long that was going to last.\n\n\"Don't think anyone is eager to take another's life, but in yer line of work, gotta be prepared. Some real bastards out on the road.\" She had travelled to Aeterna in a caravan for better protection, if she had travelled alone, she was just about certain some group would have tried their luck against her.\n\nShe clapped as she heard both were going to be purchased. A damn fine deal! Picking up the blade once more, she placed it to the side, she would have to get to work rather quickly to make sure the deal was worth it. The boots were ready to go, so the boy could put them on right in this moment for all she cared. \"Right! That'll be...\" Flipping up some notes she had beneath the counter, she double checked the prices before nodding. \"Fifty gold pieces for the boots, and I'll give ya a discount on the blade since I hafta finish it. So let's say round bout... Fifteen gold? That sound fair to ya?\"\n.\n\nAlready, she was moving to another part of the smithy to collect up a few items. Some metal and various others parts. The design she had in her mind was perfect. A rough wooden handle with a leather cover to make sure it was going to be easy on the hands, yet wouldn't go flying when it was struck with a hefty blade. A good rounded pommel to keep the balance decent. Now all that remained was a proper idea for the quillons that was going to both protect the user's hands and arm, whilst also being a bit stylist so it could be traced back to her smithy. \"Oi, ya got any family crest or something? Put it on the breaker if ya want. Don't matter what it is.\"\n\nPlacing the materials she needed into an empty box, she hefted the items up and moved them over to the counter. Now came the worst part of the job. Damned maths. She needed to figure out just how much material she was actually going to be using. Then she would need to draw up a proper plan for the weapon, make sure that it wasn't too big or overweight on any one side. \"If ya can make rabbit stew, yer damn welcome round 'ere!\"\n\nA laugh escaped her as she brought out some old papers, looking over them. Cullen would have a grand view at her side profile from the angle. Her sharp features seemed to be framed in the smithy's lighting, and her eyes were damn bright whenever the light shined just right. \"Was born into it! Always loved it since I first picked up a 'ammer. Lucky I got born into a family of smiths.\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen set down his pack and carefully dug through the neatly packed clothing and supplies, opening a pouch within and pulling out a separate smaller pouch marked with a golden drawstring. It contained a hundred gold, which he set down on the counter for her. Then he grinned at her and said, \"Sure deal!\" A hundred gold, that would be enough to cover her for a while and would set up them having a good working relationship. It was the same when a noble tipped well at an inn or at a tailor- that noble then always received the most excellent service. \n\n\"Cullen, you are a noble now.\" Araneas voice said softly, and he felt a twisting in his stomach. It felt weird to be the thing he'd spent his life serving and avoiding. Having payed, he took the boots in his hands and closed his eyes to Heavily Concentrate. Both Aranea and Atlas had exceptionally large mana pools, but both worked entirely different. \n\nAraneas was like a flowing river that constantly moved in one direction, it was a rush of water that never changed. The trick was that you had to Surrender To her mana and then you'd have control. So... He closed his eyes and as he tapped into her well of mana, he felt a rush of power that terrified him. He wanted to push against it and was about to when Aranea soothingly spoke in his head. Calming, he gave in and felt the mana take hold. \n\n\"Re... Armament!\" He said, and there was a flash of blue light. The boots vanished as if they'd never been there. Cullen then stepped back and said, \"Switch!\" His boots flashed blue and suddenly he was wearing the new cold slider boots. Deciding not to try and activate them now, he looked at her as she gathered materials. She really was pretty in a rugged kind of way. He wondered if he'd ever seen a ruggedly beautiful woman before. Shrugging, he reached into his pack again and pulled out an insignia. \n\n\"Can you put this crest on it? It's the House Crest of the Stellae, the Archduke of Velaris.\" He said, setting the insignia down so s\n\nHe could see. The crest was a single shining silver star that also happened to be in a sword like design, with a ring like Saturn acting as it's cross-guard. \n\nA burning star that would act as a sword of light against darkness. His father had been many things- but Cullen could admire his genuine desire to fight evil... Even if he strolled too close to evil himself to do it. \n\n\"If you've got the rabbit and don't mind me using your kitchen here, I could make us both a fantastic lunch.\" He said with a grin." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "A grin was on her face as she picked up the pouch, after taking a peek inside, she was quite surprised to see a rather hefty tip had been added. Well, that was certainly a welcome change for once. Her grin widened as she stashed the pouch below the counter. She was going to have to make sure to add a few items for maintenance at the end, just to make sure the objects didn't fall apart during the boy's adventures. Even if she was confident that half of her weapons would last longer than the empire would, it didn't hurt to make sure they were properly maintained.\n\nAs she turned to look at the boy for a moment, her vision was suddenly filled with a bright blue. Blinking off the sudden light, she had no clue What Had actually happened for a moment, before she finally recognized that the boots were gone, and with a second flash, they were suddenly on Cullen. A soft huff of surprise escaped her as she leaned over the counter. \"Guessing that's what ya mean by pocket dimension? Damn useful thing to 'ave.\"\n\nAs the insignia was placed down, Thyri picked up the item to have a decent look at the design. Thyri hummed as she flipped it over, trying to look at it from various angles to get each and every little details. \"Aye, think I can get it done. Don't see why it'd be an issue.\"\n.\n\nOnce more, Thyri let out a laugh as she lifted up the wooden box of materials, maneuvering them into the back of the smithy where the forge was. She gestured with her head for Cullen to follow, and the moment one went through the door there was an obvious change in temperature. Whilst the storefront felt cool, and even seemed to have a pleasant breeze moving through an open window, the forge was quite the opposite. The forge was still burning away from a previous project that had occupied Thyri before Cullen had arrived. The forge itself seemed to be kept in quite good condition, with various items hung up nearby, and a few extra materials laying underneath tables in small stacks.\n\nThe insignia itself was placed onto a table near an anvil. There, she would be able to take reference for the design whilst she worked. \"I got some rabbit upstairs. Just don't go wandering into my room now, ya 'ear?\" A teasing grin was on her face as she once more let out a bright laugh, soon shaking her head after as she placed some paper onto a table, already sketching out a design that would incorporate the insignia better." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen followed after her with an interested expression, waving a hand in front of his face as he was blasted with unfamiliar heat. He'd never been in a forge for longer than a few seconds, only ever to deliver a parcel here or a tool or something. Delivering food sometimes if a blacksmith was working on an important project. Now he was here to get his very own Magic Items. \n\n\"Great, I'll whip some food up. Don't worry, I only ever go into a ladies room when I'm invited in.\" He teased back with a chuckle and made his way upstairs. The boots fit as if they'd been made for him, and he was excited (if a little nervous too) to try them out. Still what were a few bumps and bruises if he could slide across a lake? Giving another chuckle over the imagery, he stepped into the kitchen and began to sing \"My Maiden Fair\" As he set down his pack and pulled a box off the side that contained his cooking supplies. He pulled out a well sharpened knife and a cutting board, some of his favorite spices and some turnips and potatoes he'd been saving.\n\nAs Thyri worked on the weapon, he worked on the food. Skinning and gutting the rabbit with easy fluid slices of his knife, cutting and quartering up the meat and even tenderizing it here and there, working a mortar and pestle to grind down some spices and taking some of her vegetables to chop onions, turnips, potatoes and other ingredients. He figured while he was at it he could toast some of the bread he had and even pour some wine (a cheaper vintage than the one he had gotten for Merlin). Soon he'd poured a steaming bowl of gourmet hot rabbit stew, some toasted bread slices, some fruit and large cups of wine for both of them. When he was done, he popped open the door to the stairs and called out for Thyri, letting her know that food was ready. \n\nShe'd find him leaned back in his chair waiting for her as if he were totally at home in her house." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Aye! Don't go cutting your 'and now!\" One more teasing remark before she got sunk into her work. First, she needed to sketch out exactly what she wanted for the hilt. Luckily, it was always the fastest part for her, but the crossguard was going to certainly be a rather interesting thing to work with. She was sure that she would be fine with what she had on hand.\n\nWith a satisfied look at the end, and with the blade already forge, all she needed to do was mostly the boring parts. First, she would need to better define the tang, such a process would only take a few minutes with her skills and tools. Then, it was onto the crossguard. Using the insignia as a reference as to what it would look like, she began a rather slow process of beginning the forging process and gently hammering parts into place. It certainly wasn't going to be a simple guard, but she could work with what she had. Combining both style and practicality into one? Well, who was better than a trained blacksmith?\n\nAs she was adding the finishing touches onto the guard, she heard her name called and let out a groan as she looked up, stretching her neck. She had been hunched over for much too long now. Was definitely a good time for a break. As she etched in the final part of the star, she stood and gave her arms a proper stretch. Once more blinking to allow her eyes to adjust to some proper light, she used some tongs to pick up the guard, and quenched it in a bucket of oil. She waited a moment before returning it onto the anvil. Removing the pair of leather gloves she was wearing, she made her way out of the forge and began to walk up the stairs once again.\n\nAs she entered, ash was within her hair, and she smelled of flames and coal. Dark spots where coal had accidentally been rubbed on her face could be seen as she flashed a smile. \"Gods, that smells divine. You some sort of cook or something?\" With a grin, she took a seat at the small table, rather excited at the banquet in front of her." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"You could say that.\" He said with a grin, it was obvious he was pleased with the compliment. The truth was he had been, for several years and then had only put more practice into his skills once he'd been adopted into his fathers palace in Velaris. He'd studied with the greatest chefs he could hire with his fathers money- a frivolous way to spite the man. \n\n\"As long as you enjoy it I'll be happy. I don't have many friends here in the city and I'd like for you to be one.\" He said, smirking at her messy appearance. Oddly, he thought she looked better that way, as if she were in her own skin entirely now. \"Learning the blade and magic is hard but, dicing things up and sautéing onions? I could do that no problem.\" \n\nThere was a growl in his head. \n\n\"Maybe you should just imagine your enemies as big onions.\" Atlas said, and then barked with crude laughter. Cullen had to resist the urge to roll his eyes, it would be hard to explain why he did. \n\n\"How's the Sword Breaker going so far?\" He asked curiously." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Never thought I'd 'ave a chef cooking for me, least of all in my smithy.\" The most she was used to was fixing up a chef's favourite knife or making a new set of forks. Especially down at the inn, the amount of times those bastards seemed to blunt the damn knives was a shocker. Ah well, was always a good way to earn a few coins just sharpening them up.\n\n\"Ah, sure it'll be fine! Certainly looks grand. Ain't remember the last time I 'ad some wine. Usually just go for mead.\" It was certainly a rather nice surprise. Thyri was quick to dig right into the meal, snapping a bread slice in half and dipping it into the stew to get a taste of the broth, chewing it with a pleased smile on her face before she used her fork to dig out some of the rabbit, biting into the juicy meat with a content sigh. \"Ya keep cooking like this, might just 'ave to keep ya round the place.\" A fine meal after smithing? She could definitely get used to that.\n\nShe spoke even with her mouthful, uncaring of any formality. \"Tis going well. Designing the crossguard is a bit of a strange one, but I think I've got a good balance to it now. The insignia is much better than what some bastards ask for. Ya ever 'eard of a crossguard with Glass In it? 'ow am I supposed to make that work?\"\n\nThat had been a damn annoying order, and she had spent hours arguing with the customer, simply just trying to get them to understand that it wouldn't work in a sword." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"You trying to marry me already, Thyri?\" He asked with a laugh as he spooned some stew into his own mouth. It was a refreshing change of pace to eat with someone as crass as her, it reminded him of his days in the slums. Everyone ate fast because there was a good chance someone might come for your food once they finished their own- meals were never a guarantee. Now everyone ate so Slow And careful, it gave him anxiety as he tried not to draw all their eyes to him. This felt like coming home in a way. \n\n\"Wouldn't the glass just break the second they struck anything with the sword? Something about the force exerted being exerted throughout the sword and stuff? It just doesn't really make sense, but then again, nobles don't usually make sense.\" \n\nThe food was good, though he knew it would be. One of his favorite things to do was cook, he was as good at it as he was massages- the two main jobs he'd worked as a kid roughing it out. The pay had been terrible of course but the experience had been worth the time, while other kids were messing around and getting thrown into cells for a few days- he was working. In the end it had paid off in a way- he'd survived long enough to be in the position he was in now. Though he was still flying by the seat of his pants, it was easier with a massive amount of gold on his side. \n\n\"Thank you for working so hard on my order, Thyri. I'd like to come to you again when I need new gear or a tune up.\" He said- even though he had not yet tested her magical items he strangely felt sure they'd work. There was just something about her that screamed honesty. Maybe that was him being naive- but she'd let him into her home. That was rare enough as it was." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"As much as ya can wish, it'll take more than a single meal to impress me.\" Rolling her eyes in good nature, she couldn't deny that it was one of the best meals she had gotten in a damn long while. Spices weren't always in her price range, and they were damn hard enough to find in this place alone. She was used to much blander meals, but this was practically a gift from above. Maybe she was finally getting rewarded for all her long hours in the forge. The bones of the rabbit were left in the meal for now, she'd likely keep them for another broth she could make later on.\n\n\"That's the damn issue now. Some'ow they don't seem to understand that I cannae make glass as strong as steel. It'd be a damn good way to lose an arm, and I just damn well refused to make it.\" Course, it had been a bit of a blow to her reputation since it was a rather important client back then. But damnit all, she had her pride to worry about.\n\n\"Aye, yer welcome anytime lad. I'll always be 'appy to tune up some gear if ya need it.\" Her only prayer was that he wasn't going to put her gear through the ringer without any maintenance. She had seen enough adventurers that simply didn't bother to care for their gear, and had them break at the worst parts. Digging into the fruitcup for a moment, she looked at the wine with a curious gaze. \"This any kind of special wine? 'eard some nobles 'ave weird things where ya... Smell yer drink apparently? Got no clue bout any of that shite.\"\n\nNobles were certainly an odd sort, but they definitely brought a decent amount of coin to her. \"So, yer an adventurer?\" Might as well strike up some conversation whilst she was eating. \"Or, yer just starting out as one? 'ope ya got some proper armour with ya, cause I'll tell ya now, a tunic ain't gon do much against a blade, even if you're trying to keep yer distance.\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "He laughed at her remark, it was good to joke around with someone like this. Sitting back in his seat, he steepled his fingers and considered her questions. \"It's not special, but it was pretty costly. Really good stuff though, nothing like the cheap crap they sell us at inns. Food is definitely better for rich people.\" He grumbled, as if he didn't consider himself a rich person at all. \"I think it's about.. I don't know, yes I see some people do it. I never bother- booze is booze as far as I'm concerned, if it tastes better than that's a bonus.\" \n\nThen he chewed his lip and finally shrugged. \"I guess you could say I am, technically I'm trying to become a student at the Magios Academia to learn magic, but I should also learn the blade and keep honing my aim. There's a lot to learn and I feel like I'm constantly playing a game of catch up, you know? It's exhausting..\" He said mournfully. \n\n\"No, no armor. I've never worn any before so I have no idea what to expect. I'm tougher than I look though.\" He said with a grimace. The truth of it was that when he got really injured as had happened twice now, Atlas would force a Soul Resonance. Atlas had incredible regeneration powers, only holy magic, fire and exhaustion could slow it down. Twice it had saved him from death. \n\n\"I don't like the idea of wearing any heavy plate stuff, truth be told. It's loud and I want to be as swift as possible.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Costly stuff? Best be good then.\" Taking a swig of the wine, she made a sour expression as she looked at the glass. Certainly wasn't what she had been expecting. The most wine she ever had was back at home during celebrations. Even then, it was pretty cheap swill. \"Its... Certainly a different taste. I'll give it that.\" Maybe the fancy stuff just wasn't for her. The stories she had heard about banquets and all these rules about certain knives and forks was basically horror to her. Just let people eat what they want to eat. She would gladly take some fancy rabbit stew any day however.\n\n\"Ah, yer a mage then? 'ad a few of them come round trying to fix up some magic stuff for themselves.\" Weird bastards most of them, the youngins were all fine and dandy with only a few being full of themselves, but the oldies were always speaking in strange riddles or trying to impart some sort of knowledge. Definitely a strange crowd. \"Aye, think I can get that feeling. I mean, yer only just starting out though, aye? Might be a lot to catch up on, but ya got a good 'ead about ya, sure you'll be fine!\"\n\nNo armour was certainly a different style than she was used to. She leaned back in her chair as she thought for a moment. \"Toughness is fine, but I'd suggest a bit of thick leather either way. Get something between yer skin and a blade.\" That's what she used, heavy leather that allowed her to still be rather mobile, whilst providing a decent bit of protection. Plus, with her magical enhancements, it was able to take quite a hit.\n\n\"Agree with ya there. Can never stand wearing plate. Slows me down too much.\" But, if the boy was happy with what he had, who was she to change his ways?" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Well... Can you make me some armor then? Perhaps you could get creative, maybe make something thin but durable I can wear under my clothes? Just something to stop me from being slashed open by a sword or something. I don't know if it's possible- but if I had armor that was concealed it might make people careless. Careless people make mistakes.\" He said with a devilish grin. \n\nCullen had never had a mind for combat, but having two seasoned warriors in his skull had started to alter his view, he had started to think a little like Aranea and unwillingly, a little like Atlas too. It was scary- but sometimes he couldn't deny that it felt... Good. Good to see when he should throw a punch or where to swing. He felt stronger, more confident because of it. As long as he didn't lose himself to it. Never that. \n\nEven if you can't do it today I will be going to school here, so I can come back to pick it up. We can have dinner together again, my treat. Not a date, just want to make sure my blacksmith is taken care of.\" He said earnestly. She really was a fine woman, strong and pretty, easy to talk to. Yet Cullen had always been a romantic, he'd had plenty of chances to get a kiss and cuddle out of a milkmaid or a serving girl, but he'd never done more than dance with any. Well, he had kissed that pretty Amelia at the Flower Festival back when he'd been in the Riable Isles. It had been a fun night, that night. \n\nNo, as much as he Liked Pretty women, looking at them and stealing some of their attention, he couldn't deny that when anything had a chance to come of it- he'd run. Always had. Wasn't sure if it was because it was how his mom operated or if he was just a hopeless romantic looking for the fairytale spark. \n\nWhat was he doing? Pulling himself back to the present, he shook his head. \n\n\"So, what do you think? Could you make me some hidden armor?\" He asked, raising a brow to his very difficult request. \"I'll pay for the materials you need and everything.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Something thin and durable?\" Now that caused her to fall silent for a moment. Something that could be concealed but would protect against a sword. That was definitely going to be a challenge to make. Her face made it easy to read her expressions, a grin slowly forming as she thought about the possibilities. Concealed armour would certainly be something to make a decent bit of coin on. People always wanted to prioritize their damn fashion these days after all.\n\n\"I... Think I could make something off that.\" It would be terrible against a blunt weapon, but if she made it right, then most blades would likely be able to slip right off the thing without too much of an issue. It would require an odd combination of enhancement runes to get perfect, but that w as nothing that time couldn't help solve.\n\n\"Yer welcome 'ere anytime for a meal as long as yer cooking it. But next time, bring some proper ale.\" Loudly laughing once again, she shook the mirth from her head as she downed the rest of the wine. Getting the blood pumping would lead to some better ideas coming around her mind. As she drank, she had to admit that Cullen was certainly a fine young lad. Of course, only admitting it to herself. She'd be damned in her own mind if she ever said something like that outloud. \"But someone to take care of me? Ya thinking I'm a lass needing a bit of 'elp now? Well, glad to see that chivalry ain't dead in ya adventurers.\"\n\nA moment of silence passed as she thought, before eventually giving a nod. \"Aye, I can make it. Will take me bout a week or so to get it all done. But for a 'andsome lad like yerself, I'll make it a decent rush order.\" A bit of teasing in one's life was always fantastic.\n\nHer hand idly began to trace runes onto the table as she thought, running through exactly how she would have to combine such magic to make sure it wasn't a danger to it's user. She was skilled in the arts, so she had confidence in herself." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Oh you can see I'm handsome can you? Thought you might be blind from staring into the forge all the time.\" The words were given with a devilish smile, he felt cozy with Thyri. It felt as if he'd gotten lucky and found not only a Blacksmith, but a friend. The latter of which was far, far more valuable. She believed in herself wholeheartedly, so he was going to believe in her too. \n\n\"Okay, it's a deal then. I'll pay you extra for making it a rush order and I'll come in... Five days, right before I leave town. I'll cook us dinner and bring some decent booze.\" The idea was exciting, already forming friendships, perhaps this would go better than he could have hoped for. Now the hard part was planning what exactly to make her, he wanted to wow her. Perhaps something hearty- she seemed to have a preference for stout food. \n\n\"I don't think you need help- but I want to help. You shouldn't have to slave away so you can enjoy your life, no one should but I can't help everyone. I can help you. I have the gold to spend, truly. It'll make me happy to provide you with the kind of work that'll set you up to have more time on your hands- maybe it'll give you time to come up with incredible new designs too.\" His clever yellow eyes studied her face, she seemed to be relaxed around him too. It made him feel quite good inside. \n\n\"Keep being yourself, Cullen. You'll do wonders.\" Aranea said soothingly. The Sword Saint that had been trapped inside his head had been his friend when she had her own body, she'd cared about him. Despite him trapping her inside his head- she still spoke to him kindly and encouragingly. Unlike Atlas, who... \n\n\"So you're totally gonna bed this Blacksmith right? She's got a badass physique, nothing better than a woman with some muscle on her.\" Atlas said approvingly, and Cullen sighed. The half demon in his head actively made a point to be as vulgar and violent as possible, perhaps to upset Aranea, perhaps to watch Cullen squirm." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Somewhat, canne tell if my vision is truly gone yet.\" Snickers escaped as she once more leaned back in her chair. It was certainly a comfortable atmosphere. She hadn't really felt this comfortable since she had left home. Maybe she was feeling lonely and pestered by all the noble orders she had been getting. It was certainly a damn comfort to actually get someone who wasn't worried about manners.\n\n\"Bah, no need for extra pay. Put in some damn good ingredients and we'll call it evens.\" A proper meal for the second time in a week? If she wasn't careful, she was going to ruin her appetite for the shoddy meals down at the inn. Usually she'd save such ingredients for special occasions. Well, she could certainly tell herself it was special now. Perhaps under the guise of a new business partner. Who knows what could happen then.\n\nThen, he made an offer for some extra work, and extra gold. Silence fell once more before she let out a soft laugh. \"I'm always looking for a bit of extra work lad. If ye've got the gold for it, I'd love some extra work. Tell all ya friends bout this place as well. Getting the store full as often as I can means more eyes look towards it for good work.\" It was a rough market out there, with as much competition as there was, she needed all the edges she could get.\n\nAs she thought to herself about the possiblities, she then notice Cullen sigh, and her eyebrow perked up curiously. \"Ya got a problem there?\" It had seemed like they had been in quite good spirits, she wasn't sur what could be causing a sigh like that to pop out of nowhere.\n\nWith a grunt, she pushed herself forward, leaning on crossed arms to look at the boy. Her arms bulged from the movement, popping them up and making them seem ever so bigger. \"It ain't the heat, is it? Know the forge is below, but I don't really notice if it's 'ot in 'ere or not anymore.\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"See that view? Never settle for a woman who can't lift a man over their shoulders. Makes it more fun to wrestle them with your clot-\" Atlas crooned with hunger in his voice as she leaned towards Cullen, and Cullen instantly muted the voice. He didn't enjoy muting them, it felt wrong to silence them when they had so little control left- but he wasn't going to listen to Atlas ogle this damn woman in his head. Still she did have nice muscles. They were more impressive than his own. \n\n\"No! No! Just realizing how late it's getting, the Headmaster will likely want another word with me on things. I've enjoyed our time Thyri, and I hope to have more of them with you.\" He said, standing and collecting his bowl so that he could clean it. It would be rude to leave her with dirty dishes. \n\n\"I promise if I make any friends I'll send them your way- the academy is full of people seeking to be adventurers. We will have you the number one magic smithy in the Capitol in no time!\" The words were said with a confident grin, as if he entirely believed in her skill to do so. If for nothing else she'd gained someone in her corner that truly believed in her. \n\n\"Our next meal will be fantastic, I'll get you spoiled rotten in no time.\" He said absently as he cleaned off his bowl and utensils." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Ah, that late already?\" She took a peek out the window. Damned time always went too fast when she wasn't paying attention. Bah, it had been a damn fine night, what was she complaining about. Not only had she made a good bit of coin, but it seems like she had made a decent friend. A friend who could cook a damn good meal at that! With her plate empty, she stretched her arms as she stood, placing her own plate and utensils into a bucket so she could clean it properly in the morning.\n\n\"Was a damn good time, I 'ave to agree. Don't go worrying about the dishes now, I can 'andle them in the morning. Get off to your school.\" She smiled as she placed a hand on his shoulder and gestured for him to move towards the door. He had done enough in this night. She could handle the rest.\n\n\"I'll make sure to 'old ya to yer word though! Best be seeing some of your fellow mages round 'ere.\" Becoming the main smithy for the magic academy in the city? Now That Would be one hell of an honour. It would certainly put her magic skills to use. Nodding to herself as she thought, she definitely would love to go down such a path. Smithing for mages wasn't something that happened often in her family.\n\n\"If ya try to spoil me, then I'll make sure ya wares ner break!\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen nodded as he was escorted to the door. He turned to face her as he stepped outside and placed his hands behind his head, taking one last good look at his first friend in this city. Flashing her one last smile, he nodded his head. \n\n\"Then it's a deal, one spoiled blacksmith, one rookie idiot with good equipment. Sounds pretty fair to me.\" Cullen laughed and turned to walk away, but paused and looked over his shoulder at her. \n\n\"It was a pleasure to meet you Thyri, you're too lovely a person for the Eternal City. I hope you never let it or anything change that.\" \n\nWith that, he waved at her and started to head back. He'd had a good time and would gain new magic items soon, armor and a sword breaker. He could almost skip- though of course he didn't let himself. Still, he'd had a fantastic time. Instead, Cullen just hummed as he began his walk back to the Academy. \n\nShe was like a beautiful flower cast in steel and nicked with use. One of the many wonders of this big world, he supposed." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Sounds like one damn fine plan to me.\" Laughter once more escaping the smithy as she looked towards the boy who had been in her store. Certainly an interesting customer to have. A rookie adventurer and a mage? One fine combination for some excitement in life.\n\n\"Damn fine to meet ya as well, Cullen. Keep yourself in one piece now.\" Thyri flashed the boy a teasing grin before she shut the door to the smithy.\n\nA damn fine young lad within the city, and with a bit of coin to his name from what she could tell. Though, the boy seemed a bit naive. Time would certainly straighten him out, but she could easily see him becoming one of the city's legends. With a grin plastered on her face, she knew she was going to have to make sure that each bit of gear was forged to perfection.\n\nIt was certainly going to be a challenge, but she had always been one stubborn bastard. She wasn't going to let a flimsy bit of steel keep her from making some damned fine gear.\n\nThe flames of the forge were alight once more. Clanging of metal rung through the building as Thyri put the finishing touches on her project. A bit of metal that could be hidden inside of a leather tunic. Whilst it certainly wasn't going to be the best in defending against anything blunt, Thyri had done her best to make sure a blade would struggle to pierce through.\n\nRight now, the fine young woman was hunched over, using a set of precision tools to etch in a few runes. Under her breath, she mumbled chants to herself, a soft glow eminating from the runic language she was creating beneath her. Around the corners of the steel plate, she had painstakingly etched each and every single rune. A single rune wasn't enough to keep itself powered, if she wanted the item to be properly made, she had to make sure that each rune was able to draw power from another.\n\nOf course, the whole process was extremely draining, but it didn't matter for the moment. Rubbing some mist from the goggles she wore to protect her eyes, she finally finished with the rune. Speaking the final words of her chant, she watched with a content grin as a soft green glow. \n\nFinally! She was done! Gods, she desperately needed a drink." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Behold o' child of fates threads, for thy needs shall be answered. A voice would ring through the shop at the same time the charm went off as Cullen Stellae entered the establishment. He carried two baskets from either elbow, a large sack and a wooden case in his arms and somehow seemed to have them easily balanced and contained. His white hair was a silky fringe around his handsome face, his yellow eyes bright and his cheeks slightly rosy from the cold. \n\nToday he wore a black coat and a yellow tunic that was unbound, once again showing off his exceptionally defined chest. His same black leather pants were on and he wore his usual high dark brown boots. All in all, rather dashing for himself. He would peer past his load to gaze at Thyri as she came into the room and he'd flash her another bright smile. \n\n\"Good day Blacksmith, I hope the times find you well. I have brought food and Plenty Of drink. A little elven moongrass weed as well.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Ah! Ya actually showed. Was beginning to think ya weren't going to show.\" A laugh escaped Thyri as she took a moment to sit down and lean back. Gods, feeling that crack in her back after slouching for hours at a time was incredibly satisfying. She couldn't help the satisfied groan from escaping her. Bits of her sandy blonde hair were loose, and as she leaned forward to rest her arms on her knees, they dangled infront of her wet face, covered in sweat and water she had used to cool herself down whilst within the hot forge.\n\nThyri was in her regular ensemble. Heavy leather boots with metal braces to protect her feet if she dropped anything, a rather old set of brown pants that had been repaired time and time again, with the knees bandaged to keep them close to her body, her lovely red leather apron that she certainly needed to replace, and her arms on full display yet again. Seemed like she had a bit of an accident, as her left elbow was bandaged.\n\n\"Moongrass weed? Cannae say I've ever 'ad such a thing.\" Curiosity was in her voice as she spoke, it would certainly be something new to try. But she was praising whatever God was looking over her for such timing. Drinks for the night!" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen watched her sit in her fatigued state- she must have been working hard. Bent over a smithy like that, surely it was exhausting work. He frowned and set his items down. \n\n\"You know I'm a professional masseuse if you want me to work on some of the knots in your back and shoulders. I don't need you to take of your clothes or anything, just some simple stuff might help a lot with pain and stiffness.\" He offered, opening up the wooden case. Inside were two golden bottles of honeyed mead, one Dragonwhisky and a large jug of stuff that had been sold in a back alley made from the moon or something, he wasn't sure. It had been cheap and smelled like alchohol. \n\nHe popped open the bottle of mead and pulled a mug from her display, setting it down and pouring her a drink. Then he replaced the bottle and closed the case, resting his hands on his hips. \"I hope you're not overworking yourself Thyri. Would be a shame to lose my first friend in this city to like, heat stroke or something.\" He said, grinning playfully at her. Atlas hummed at the sweaty sight of her but kept his mouth shut, not wanting to be muted again." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"A what now? Don't think I've 'eard of one of em before.\" Certainly a new word before, but if it was going to help out with her damned back, then she would welcome anything like that.\n\n\"Oh, now wuld ya look at that.\" Her face got plastered with a grin as she saw what was inside the box. \"'oneyed mead now? Someone telling ya my secrets? Certainly know the way to this lass' 'eart.\" Chortling as she stood up for a moment, moving her arm in a circular motion to try and get some proper feeling back into it. This was going to be one fine night. That was for certain.\n\n\"Ah gods, ye sound like me mum. Don't go panicking over my 'ealth now, ya 'ear?\" She couldn't help but roll her eyes, laughing as she grasped onto the mug and was quick to take a drink. How she would ever survive without such a divine liquid, she had no clue. She wanted to personally shake the hand of whoever had the idea of honeyed mead. Must have been one brilliant man.\n\n\"But to ease yer worries, no I ain't working myself to death 'ere. I'm taking plenty of breaks.\" As many as she needed at least. She could happily work for long hours, and whilst it probably wasn't the best for her health, doing a few late nights for a special project wasn't going to get her killed anytime soon." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen thought that many a nobleman would have found Thyri a 'simpleton' to put it plainly - but that certainly wasn't the case. She didn't need to know about masseuses and fine wines because that was never the life she'd lived. Just as a noble had no idea how to handle even a saw or skin a beast. She was refreshingly simple and easy to understand. \n\n\"I'll show you, let's make our way upstairs. Once I've set out all my ingredients ill take a look at your back and shoulders. Shouldn't be long, cmon, use those big muscles of yours and help me carry this up.\" Picking up the wooden box and sack, he left the two baskets for which had luckily been well woven because they were rather heavy. \"The Academy is insane, full of all sorts of witches and warlocks and wizards- people can do things there I can't even fathom yet. I haven't learned anything but I go and check out duels when the students have them- those are really fun.\" He chatted as he made his way through her burning forge and up the stairs toward the kitchen. Cullen didn't even seem to look for the piece of gear he'd requested, as if he were far more interested in the dinner with Thyri. \n\n\"I hope you're hungry because I brought plenty of stuff- but whatever we don't eat I'm sure you can eat tomorrow.\" Once they entered the kitchen, he'd instantly set to work of laying out all his ingredients on her countertop. From the sack he pulled out a maroon apron and tied it around himself. \n\n\"Sit down at the table and take off your apron so I can get at your neck fully please.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Aye aye, I got ya.\"\n\nWith ease, she hefted up the two baskets and began to make her way upstairs. This was certainly going to be one hell of a pleasant night. Not only did she get the chance at some grand food and drink, but also some fine company for once! Less of those scunners down at the local tavern where she usually ate when she couldn't be arsed cooking. Then, she got to hear a bit about the academy, it certainly sounded like one pleasant place to be. \"I can imagine it's a change of scenery. I've 'eard some tales about the place. Some say they bring out people in dark robes in the middle of the night, take away those less fortunate who rest on the street. Do all sortsa experiments on em.\" Clearly she was just mucking about, telling a horror story that some arse had tried to spook some kids with.\n\nThough, it didn't stop her from having a good laugh as she placed the baskets down near the countertops. As she plopped herself into a seat, she took a moment to adjust at the apron's collar, allowing it to flick open as the fabric dropped to the ground. There was a small burnscar on her neck, it had nearly faded completely, and must have been years old.\n\n\"Sounds like ye've been 'aving a grand old time with the wizards and warlocks round there. Anyone of interest caught yer eye yet? Could find yerself a lil adventuring party and get out into the world something proper.\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen laughed at her horror story, he'd heard the same thing as child growing up in the slums of the Eternal City. It felt good to get away from the academy and spend time with someone more his speed, made him feel more... Human he supposed. Thyri had a sort of positive energy about her that was entirely infectious. \n\n\"It's been interesting- I'm a blank slate, I only have... A couple of techniques but as for true spells I don't have any down. Im starting way behind the starting line when everyone else is already halfway through the race. Still, I'm gonna catch up one way or another.\" He said with a good natured smile. Reaching into the pouch on his belt, he pulled out an oil and rubbed it into his hand- it came from a strange plant that smelled like tea tree but had an incredible relaxing property. It made his palms tingly, but he could deal. \n\n\"Okay, my hands shouldn't be cold.\" Cullen had a soothing voice as he stepped behind her seat and placed his hands on her shoulder, brushing his fingers across her neck as he focused. After less than a minute he'd found the spots on her neck and shoulders that needed the most attention and got to work. \n\nCullens fingers were like Magic, where he pressed in and massaged the tension in the muscles would face way, knots unraveling as if he had found the end and pulled it loose like string. He spent a solid ten minutes massaging her neck, shoulders and back (he included his elbows here) until she'd feel as if he'd taken out her muscles, stretched them out and put in a brand new set. \n\n\"How's that feel?\" He asked as he stepped back, washing his hands clean of the oil and glancing at her to see how she was doing. Cullen wasn't sure if she'd ever gotten a massage before but if anyone deserved one she did. He'd learned the tricks of the trade young and understood the human body intimately, in fact he'd gotten so good at it that the owner of the parlor had tried to purchase him off his mother. He's kept his skills up working on barmai" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "It always felt great to make another laugh, it was a sense of warmth that was simply unbeatable. It made harsh situations that much better. There was simply no comparison, and not even a master wizard could replicate the feeling with a mere spell. It was just a natural good warm feeling.\n\n\"So, yer the underdog then? Well, always gotta cheer for the one who's starting out with the least. Ya 'ave to admit, from the stories it always seems like they've got some way to surprise the competition.\" At least, that is what she could recall from most of her childhood stories. She hadn't read a good book in some time, so she was a little lacking in a few of the well known stories that were circling around. Of course she had heard plenty of things from some gossip around the place.\n\n\"Bah, sure they'll be fine either way.\" Cold hands shouldn't be that much of an issue. She dealt with the heat of a forge practically daily, so there was no way mere cold hands would best her. But then she felt the relaxing properties of the oil, at first she tensed up, but soon fell into a more relaxed state as a groan escaped her.\n\nThroughout the entire process, groans of content escaped her as her muscles slowly lost each knot. It must have been tough work, she had been working hard since she was practically a tot, so there was certainly a lot of work needed. But she could not stop feeling better with each movement.\n\n\"By the Gods Above... That a sort of magic spell or something? Cannae recall a time where me shoulders felt this... Loose? Gods, I cannae describe it.\" So this is what the nobles felt like every single day? No wonder so many of them were so pretensious. If someone felt this good constantly, then she'd also be pissed if someone brought in stress.\n\n\"Where'd a laddie like yerself find out 'ow to do that?\" Now this she had to know. Either it was going to make an amazing teasing story, or a good bit of knowledge for herself to keep on hand." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Atlas rather enjoyed her groaning, Aranea rather Loathed That Atlas was such a disgusting dog and Cullen was just glad to be of some service to his new friend. Watching her rotate her shoulders with newfound relief was also a feeling he knew would never be replicated with magic spells. Just seeing the look on her face was enough for him. \n\n\"No magic, but the oil I used does have a slight relaxation property. I just have strong fingers and have a pretty good understanding of the body. I studied with a masseuse who was a retired surgeon, he taught me very well.\" He said laughing as he began to pull out knives and prep his cooking utensils, starting a fire in her stove and pulling over a bucket of clean water. \n\n\"As for where I learned it, well... Like I said I was taught. I worked as an assistant but I was eager to make extra money, so I got him to teach me and let me run the low priority massages. I was so good at it that I got moved to the top bills, I've just been practicing ever since. I might not be the best with magic but, I've picked up a few skills here and there.\" \n\nCullens voice was smooth and steady, he had a bouncy way of talking that seemed to actively tell a story. It was as if that bright look in his eyes was constantly trying to escape through his voice as well. \n\n\"Im glad I helped, if you ever want another one just let me know. I enjoy doing it. You've got really big muscles so it's a unique challenge, I bet I could do a much better job with more time.\" He admitted as he began to work on the food. Cullen had pre-prepped the bread dough and slid it into the oven to rise, and started instead to work on the side dishes. Mashed potatoes, a popular dish from the countryside he'd learned of, chopped cabbage and pork with onions and some peppers for heat and of course the main dish, some hearty stakes he'd traveled to the high end markets to obtain. \n\n\"Feel free to grab more mead out and drink as much as you want, all of those bottles are for you anyway.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Well, I must say that's some damned fine oil then.\" She would certainly be trying to find a few jugs of that herself, whilst she might not have been able to reach her own shoulders well, she could at least get a bunch of it onto her lower back to relax some of those muscles whilst she was resting.\n\n\"Well, praise be to the masseuse, or 'owever the 'ell its said. Definitely a damned fine job.\" A job where one made another's body relaxed in such a way? She would have imagined it going quite a different direction in these times, but it was certainly a welcome experience. She certainly wouldn't deny another later on, but as for now, it was time to wait for a proper meal and begin drinking the night away.\n\nClearing her throat, she stood and made her way to the window, pushing it open to allow some air to flow through the room. Plus, she wanted to piss off one of her neighbours with the smell, that old codger always barked her ears off whenever she worked late into the night. Twas the old bastards fault for living next to a damned blacksmith. Ain't her issue.\n\nThe tone of the boy's voice was certainly pleasant to the ears. Smooth and well-spoken, easily able to be understood and acted almost like one would expect an old friend to. Thyri's was much the opposite. Her accent made her voice rough, reminiscent of the countryside. Certainly a voice one would expect to hear whilst travelling.\n\n\"Might take ya up on that. But I'm glad ya enjoy my muscles, certainly put a lot of work into them for people to enjoy.\" As she flexed her arm and gave it a pat, she couldn't stop the teasing laughter from escaping her. \"So, what be on the menu tonight?\" Now she had to get to the part she was most excited about. Delicious food!\n\n\"Well, of course I'm already grabbing some. Ye want a drink too?\" Already, she had pulled out two mugs, pouring some more of the honeyed mead into each of them." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Like em more than you know.\" He muttered to himself as Atlas' made his thoughts Explicitly Clear on just how much her muscles could be enjoyed. Though to be fair, the half demon had lost his body and it had been a considerable one- Atlas has been a Titan of a man that had made Cullen feel like a bug. Still... He was left standing and Atlas wasn't. That made the half demon sneer and ruined his mood temporarily. Now that the vulgar thoughts that at least weren't his own were gone, he refocused on the food. \n\n\"Well if I told you it would spoil the surprise. Content yourself with drinks for now and tell me more about yourself- where are you from exactly? Your accent obviously isn't from here.\" He said, glancing at her. When she asked if he wanted any, he nodded vigorously and would take a large gulp before getting back to chopping, slicing and crushing. The young man worked incredibly quickly, his knife a blur of movement with a Chop chop chop Sound, entirely at ease in the kitchen. It seemed he really was exceptionally good with his hands. \n\n\"Honeyed mead is delicious, I brought some stronger stuff too if you're feeling adventurous later tonight.\" Cullen said, nodding at the booze still in the case. \"I promise the food will be good though, you'll love it. Meant what I said about spoiling you, Blacksmith.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "For a moment she thought she had heard something, but shook it off as a trick of her ears. Must have been hearing the hammer fall upon steel a few times too many. Bah, she would find some mage who knew a cure for such a thing, likely would cost a fair amount of coin, but it would be worth it to keep being able to actually hear another talk. Rolling her eyes as Cullen dodged her question about what they would eat. Bah, she would just have to try and guess.\n\nLeaning back in her chair, she hefted her boots onto the table to rest in a much more comfortable position, even if the chair was tilted precariously now. \"May be a bit of a surprise. Come from the Capitol. Marsalus village to be exact. Come from a long lineage of smiths, craftsmen and artisans. From what I know, my uncle is still the best blacksmith in the village.\" As she spoke, she had her mug in her hand, and was shaking it from side to side as she spoke, uncaring of any spills. \"Taught me all I know, expect 'ow to read. Me mum taught me that, she does poetry in 'er spare time.\"\n\n\"Well, of course I'm feeling damn adventurous.\" A bit of strong liquor to quench one's first at the end of a tiring day was certainly something the apothecary had ordered. \"It already smells divine, Wizard boy. Come now, ya know I've got a name, and ya already know it.\" Rolling her eyes, she took another sip of her beverage.\n\n\"What about yerself now? Ya 'ad me put the crest of House Stellae, aye? You telling me ya part of the Archduke's family or some?\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "So she was from the Capitol too, just deeper into the country. He'd spent his entire life living in the city- it left them worlds apart in terms of culture. His yellow eyes glanced over at her, a grin playing across his face at the relaxed way she sat. Nobles wouldn't get caught dead with their feet on the table. \n\n\"Wow, so it all runs in your blood huh? No wonder you're so talented Thyri.\" He said with a chuckle, purposefully using her name now. It was fun to tease her and call her blacksmith, but she had a pretty name. \n\n\"Glad to hear you're up to the challenge, was worried I'd have to have all the fun by myself.\" Cullen said laughing as he began to boil some water and pulled out some freshly churned butter to add to the potatoes. \n\nHe massaged some spices into the meat after tenderizing it some more and began to let it cook- soon the sizzling sound of meat and the savory aroma of high quality steak began to fill the air, as vegetables cooked and pork seared. The young man multitasked on her stove with incredible efficiency, fingers dancing, eyes flickering around and yet still he kept perfect conversation. \n\nCullen hesitated as she asked her final question, then continued to work. He debated in his head over whether or not to lie, if he told her who he was would she even believe him? Worse, if she did and treated him differently, he'd lose the one friend he'd made so far- but could he call himself her friends if he lied to her so openly. She'd find out eventually right. \n\n\"Yeah, Im part of his family.\" He said, not outright saying he Was The Archduke but also not lying to her, really." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Pretty much, in my line I'm the first blacksmith in... Think round four generations. Gotta say it certainly was a surprise to me ma and pa. Think they thought I woulda been a alchemist or some shite.\" She had given that line a try way back in the day, but she preferred the harsh work of a forge to simply mixing whatever she could together to make a potion.\n\n\"Oh please, I'll drink a lad like yerself under the table!\" Confident that she'd be able to outdrink half the people in the city if given the chance. Course, there were going to be plenty that'd be able to handle their liquor much better, but she believed herself to be a tad bit better than Cullen from what she had seen.\n\nAs the smell of the meat began to fill the air, Thyri took a moment to sniff, quite enjoying the smell. It certainly reminded her of her younger years with her family. One day, she'd be able to return and have a proper banquet with them. Who knew, maybe she'd be bringing someone back with her. Only time could tell.\n\n\"Part of the guy's family? Could ya ask 'im to lower me taxes a bit?\" Snickering as she shook her head. She was still rather surprised to have someone who was part of the Archduke's family within her humble smithy. It was definitely going to be something to write home about.\n\nCourse, she was going to make it a grand ol tale, blowing the whole thing out of the water.\n\n\"Must be interesting being apart of 'is family. Cannae say I've read up much on the 'istory of the city yet.\" Truth be told, she had practically read Nothing About the actual rulers or nobles of the city. The most interactions she had ever had with them was passing on the streets, or a few wishing to purchase some wears from her." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Letting things cook, he came over and poured himself some more mead. After taking a long drink, he laughed and patted the top of her head lightly. \"You're lucky you're hot, Thyri. Velaris is not the same Realm as the Capitol which is where we are, so the Archduke of Velaris can only affect the taxes in Velaris. If you want change here you'll have to take it up with the Empress I'm afraid.\" He said laughing. Returning to his food, he continued his work and the conversation.\n\n\"It's... Stressful. I spent most my life estranged from that life, I grew up on the streets of this very city actually, moved to the Riable Isles and then into the palace when I was a teen. I don't exactly fit in with the nobles there but, I make do. It's not the worst and having some money to spend is great.\" Shrugging, he pushed the now finished bowl of potatoes and aside and aimed to finish the cabbage mix next as the steaks were nearly done. The bread should been ready to pull from the oven at any moment. \n\n\"Get the table ready to eat, I'll be serving food in a moment.\" Cullen said, moving around the kitchen like a man possessed as he flipped something here, pulled out something there and added spices to his dishes." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Oi, ain't say you can touch me 'air now.\" Swatting at his hand, she rolled her eyes and fixed up her hair, tucking in a few strands. \"But ya think I'm 'ot, aye? Guessing liqour loosens your tongue quite nicely. Ya ain't 'ard on the eyes either, Wizard Boy.\" A snicker escaped her at the reveal. But it was rather saddening that she would not be having her taxes lowered at all. Well, maybe one day she could relocate her shop to Velaris and get some tax exemption or something. Until then, she would continue paying them like the dutiful citizen she was.\n\nThough it was rather interesting to hear that Cullen hadn't actually been born into a lavish life, certainly explained why a noble such as himself was able to put up with her actions. When she first realized that a Noble Had Cooked In her smithy, she nearly had a heartattack. A noble not having a servant prepare a meal for themselves? For a moment, she thought she had been duped. \"Well, ya got the best of both. Skills of the streets, but the wealth of a noble.\" Must have been a pain to be around other nobles then. \"Ya got any siblings? Twin maybe?\n\nWith the command given, Thyri groaned as she lifted her feet, allowing the chair to clack down onto all fours as she wiped down where her boots had been. She didn't have much in the way of prep to do, some bowls and two plates, along with the cutlery they would be using. A knife and fork for each of them to use. As she took another swig of her drink, her sunkissed cheeks gained a small flush of colour as she felt the alcohol rush to her head, letting out a small cheer. \"Gods, that's good shite.\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Oh but of course, not your most elegant and regal hair. So perfectly kept in your hot forge all day.\" He teased at her, though in truth she did have lovely hair and especially so for having spent her entire day in the forge. Cullen rolled his eyes at her compliment , liqueur loosed her tongue too it seemed. Still he enjoyed their banger very much, it made him feel good- nearly as good as the booze which had put a warmth in his chest. \n\nOnce the table was set he pulled out the hot and fresh bread loaf and set it in the middle of the table with some strawberry jam and a stick of butter. Then he placed down the mashed potatoes in all their buttery goodness, the cabbage stir fry with its sizzling pork and onions and of course the fat juicy steaks. He refilled his cup and sat down, glancing at her. \n\n\"Go ahead and dig in, we can talk and drink more after.\" He said, gesturing to the food hoping she'd like it. Cullens culinary skills were second to very few, he felt confident in few things but cooking was one of them. Still he'd claimed he'd spoil her and now was the time to see if he could live up to it. \n\nHe mulled over her words as he ate, letting the incredible flavors wash over him. Perhaps he had gotten the best of both worlds- now he could have the money to do what needed to be done and he understood common folk- back home he could protect his people and understand them. He liked that, he hoped it was true. She was also right about the mead- it Was Good shit. Already the young man had the warm fuzz of a buzz on." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"But of course, it is but the pride of me life. Not me forging skills, nor me magic. The 'air is what I take the most pride in.\" Bursting out with laughter and hitting the table slightly, she stifled her laughter as best she could as she looked towards the meal that was being placed in front of her. \"I must say, yer lucky I 'ad a proper kitchen made. Used to just cook everything on the forge and burn 'alf of it to cinders.\"\n\nThose had certainly been the days. Before she had the upstairs properly furnished, she had been living in and out of the inn, making coin with any job she could. Sometimes, she did miss those burnt meals. But there was nothing that would allow her to go back to those days, especially now that she had these delicacies in front of her.\n\n\"Dunno 'ow ya can cook so good. Don't think I've ever seen such a meal.\" Thyri was quick to dig into the steaks, picking up the whole thing with her fork and simply tearing off a piece with her teeth. The fork could be used later if she so wished. Maybe for the odd salad that had been made. She could certainly see some pork in there, and was excited for that.\n\nA content sigh was soon to escape her as she swallowed, a bit of steam escaping her mouth from how hot the meal actually was, but she didn't seem to mind the heat, nor the juice that had sprayed her mouth and dirty tunic. \"Ya gon 'ave to teach me this kinda shite. If I can eat like this each day, I'll be a damn 'appy lass.\" It would also give her something to surprise her parents with. Thyri was certainly not the best cook, and to figure out how to make such meals for them would be a grand way to pay them back for raising her." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"I'm glad you had it made, it was nice to cook a meal like this for someone. It's one thing to practice but to actually get to serve someone and share a meal with them is... Well it's something I needed. Thank you, Thyri.\" His voice was soft as he finished chewing the soft and fluffy bread. He thought his mom, still back at the palace and hopefully safe. She had refused to come with him or leave- perhaps because she was enjoying all the luxuries that came with it. Perhaps he couldn't protect her, but still he wished he could know if she was safe... \n\n\"I'll teach you, or try to at least. People can do anything they put their mind to in my opinion. We limit ourselves all the time, whether it be circumstance or family, trauma or fear. Whatever it is.. I try not to limit myself. It's why I'm here.\" He admitted, gazing down at his food. \n\nThe pleasantness of the moment had reminded him of something he'd never quite had and yet always played through in his head. It was a familiar stranger to him, and he hoped he could get to know it. Picking up his head, he smiled at her. \n\n\"Well, 'appy lass, I'm happy you're enjoying the food and drinks. It's the least I can do for you sharing your time and friendship with me.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Oi, no need to thank me now. I'm getting a meal out of it, so ya ain't gonna 'ear me complaining.\" Definitely wasn't going to complain about such ameal. Though, she did give him an odd look for a moment. Thanking her because she allowed him to share a meal with her? Maybe the lad was a bit more lonely than she realized. Maybe she should invite him around more often, she could use the company herself, and the work he provided was certainly a welcome change. Speaking of the work, she should likely bring it up after their meal.\n\n\"I'll warn ya, I ain't an easy student. I'll try and take over plenty of times.\" Limits were meant to be broken, that she could agree with. \"It is good to see that ya don't limit yerself. Put yaself out there, who knows what'll 'appen, aye? My father always said to flow with the waters of time, whatever the fuck that meant.\"\n\n\"Only gonna enjoy it, as long as ya enjoy it as well.\" Gentle laughter this time, something that could have come from a more fairer maiden, if she hadn't been born into the life she had. It was an odd sound from such a gruff woman.\n\n\"Now, bout yer little swordbreaker and armour. Made a few additions to em if ya keen to 'ear.\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"I bet I can put you back into place.\" He said with a teasing wink, before leaning back in his chair and taking another bite of his steak. Listening to her talk, he nodded along in agreement with her until he heard her laugh. It was a gentle and sweet sound, alluring- it was indeed something he hadn't expected to hear from her. It made him look at her again, take in the lines of her face and the amber of her eyes, her sun kissed skin. He realized that she was indeed very beautiful. \n\nFor once Atlas had nothing to say, perhaps he'd fallen asleep or perhaps he too had noticed more than just her body. It was hard to tell, Cullen was sure that vicious and disgusting exterior he was shown was not entirely what made up Atlas. Everyone had to be a baby at some point, right? \n\nEager for a change of thought, he leaned forward again and nodded eagerly. \n\n\"Yes please, I'm exceptionally curious to hear about your work and what you did! I've been practicing with your boots, I call them Drifters. The trick I've developed isn't that I try to force a turn, I drift into it. Allows me to keep my momentum and speed while maintaining balance.\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Ya can certainly try!\" With her muscles, she could probably lift the poor boy over her shoulders. But that would have to be for another time, after all, she didn't have time to be learning a brand new meal during this night. But after a moment, she noticed Cullen's gaze, her eyebrow perking up as she looked towards his yellow eyes. She was easily able to keep his gaze, a smug smirk stuck on her face as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. Truthfully, she was just enjoying the attention.\n\n\"Drifters? Bit of an odd name, but I can see it working.\" She always used to just force the turns, maybe that was the issue. Too much brute force for something that required a bit more finesse than anything. It would definitely make a lot more sense than just using more force to get them to work better.\n\n\"Well, the Swordbreaker is all done and dusted, fixed up yer little crest into the crossguard, and made sure that it's got a few runes to protect yer arms just in case. As for the armour, it was a bloody difficult thing to work with, don't often use thin metal. But I managed to etch up a few runes to make it a lil better.\" Truthfully, the entire edges on both sides were covered with impossibly small runic markings to make the whole thing work. \"What it should do, is rather than repulsing a blade, it should try and snap it to the side. So instead it 'its ya with a blunt side, and lets ya sneak a blade into their ribs.\" A sneaky devil of a trick, but it would be leagues better than just allowing a sword to slice you up. Thyri certainly had a mind to her." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "He felt his cheeks get hot as she seemingly read his mind and knew his thoughts. Clearing his throat, he nodded along enthusiastically and smiled. \n\n\"Wow that's fantastic, I will do my best to put it all to good use! Once we finish eating can I try it on, so how it fits and stuff?\" He asked, managing to get really interested in his food to hide the red glow of his cheeks. Gods it wasn't like he'd been ogling her, he just knew she was beautiful. Cullen had a habit of enjoying beauty- but perhaps this was different because he was sharing a dinner with her. \n\n\"So it acts like a magnet? You know when you put the same end together, they sort of divert to the side. So when someone tries to stab me it'll just slip over across my body instead of piercing me?\" He asked, tilting his head as he tried to picture her magical items at work. He'd already decided that the sword breaker would be perfect for his off hand to use as defense." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Certainly an interesting reaction, she was definitely going to bring it up later.\n\n\"That's sounds good to me. I dinnae know yer measurements, so I might 'ave to adjust some parts.\" She was almost certain she had made it a tad too big, armour was always something she could never get in one perfect go. At least it gave her an excuse to get close to the lad. Her eyes went wide for a moment as she realized just what thought she had, quickly shaking it off.\n\n\"That's the idea of it, aye. I tried to 'ave it just push it back. But if I did that, it would mess with any jewelry ya 'ad on.\" A shame she hadn't managed to get that set of runes right. It would have helped with the issue of blunt weaponry, but it was certainly better than nothing. \"If yer lucky, it should knock 'em off balance as well. Put some confusion into their mind, and let ya get a good strike on 'em.\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"You're incredible Thyri!\" He said, finishing off his food with one last big bite. Cullen always ate quickly- part of growing up poor was eating quick. So once he was done he popped open the brown box and pulled out the heavy duty whiskey from it. \n\n\"Bottle says it burns like dragon fire going down and makes you fly on their wings once it's settles in. Strong stuff indeed.\" He said laughing and opened the cap. Giving Thyri a mischevious grin, he tilted the bottle up and took a large swig straight from the bottle. Instantly his eyes widened and he set the bottle down, stumbling back and coughing as it indeed burned like Hell Going down. It burned far more than any whiskey he'd ever experienced and it settled in Fast, already he felt himself go from a light buzz to definitely almost drunk. Still he prided himself on his tolerance and straightened up soon, beaming at Thyri. \n\n\"You've got to try this stuff- then, hic!' he hiccuped and steam drifted from his nostrils. That was fucking sick! \"Then we can go get the armor fitted okay? Wanna see your hard work in person.\" Cullen said, taking the bottle and walking over to her, admiring her face and holding it out. Cullen was still unsure if it was Him Or Atlas that was attracted to her. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know. \n\n\"Cmon big strong lass, a big gulp now.\" He teased at her, standing only a few feet away." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Ah, it ain't nothing, truly!\" Thyri was a tad slower than Cullen, taking the time to enjoy the taste, but still doing her best to keep up with the lad. Then it seemed like they were moving onto the whiskey, it definitely was going to be interesting.\n\n\"Burns, does it? Sure it cannae be that bad.\" Thyri truly had no clue what she was getting herself into this time. So, she took a moment to watch as Cullen took the first swing. At first, everything seemed fine and dandy, then the lad seemed to stumble. For a moment, Thyri was scared that she was going to have to catch the boy to stop him from falling over. \"Ya alright there? Seemed to 'ave 'it you like a damn mace.\" That definitely wasn't the best thing to see when one was about to have a drink. It was then that she spotted steam coming from the lad's nose! This was certainly something else! She couldn't help but be a bit nervous at the sight of the drink as it was offered to her.\n\n\"Oi. 'Ush up now. I'm drinking, I'm drinking.\" All nerves were gone the moment she was teased, taking hold of the bottle and bringing it up to her lips. She took a deep swig of the cruel liquid, swallowing twice before she began to cough. Gods, she wasn't able to hold her composure with how fiery the drink actually was. Soon enough, a hiccup of her own escaped, followed by the steam escaping her nose. As she wafted the steam away as best she could, she shook her head as she coughed, her cheeks flushed with colour.\n\n\"By Celus! That's fiery! And 'ere I thought a forge was the 'ottest thing in the building.\" Placing down the drink, she blinked tears out of her eyes as she cleared her throat. \"Alright... Ya wanted to see the armour now?\"" }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen couldn't help but laugh at her as she too blew out steam from her nose and her cheeks flushed with color. Of course it was harder to restrain a laugh do to the alcohol anyways. Still when she asked the question, he nodded eagerly and made his way with the odd sway to his step down the stairs. Once he got into the forge, he puffed out his cheeks and let out a whistle. \n\n\"Gods it's so damn hot in here Thyri. I don't know how you do it. I can already feel myself sweating.\" Shaking his head, Cullen shrugged off his coat and set it down, and then he gripped the edges of his tunic and pulled it up and over his head. Now shirtless, it was apparent that he had a very nice physique, years spent doing labor, training with Aranea and having been gifted the enhanced physiology of the demon Atlas, his muscles were surprisingly well developed if not overtly large. \n\nWiping sweat from his forehead he peered around the room. \n\n\"Alrigh- slap it on meh.\" He said, spreading his arms out in either direction to pose in a T, a dopey grin on his face as he felt rather wonderful and totally unabashed at being shirtless in her forge." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "As she made her way down to the forge, she couldn't stop coughing from the taste of the whiskey. She knew fiery drinks existed, but she never thought they would be like Brimstone. Still, she had a reputation to keep, and she wasn't going to be labeled a damn milkdrinker in her own house. Shaking off what feeling she could, she entered the forge, the familiar feeling of heat washing over her.\n\n\"Well, get yerself smithing when ye're a youngin and may'aps you'll be able to spend a bit more time down 'ere with me.\" Laughing at the poor lad's misfortune, his undressed state went unnoticed for the moment. Hefting up the slab of armour she had made, even in a drunken stupor, she made sure to check over each rune one final time. A decently thin plate that would easily be hidden unless something touched it. Weren't like she could make metal feel like cloth, unfortunately.\n\n\"Yer gon need a undershirt if ya want to wear it for a full day. Either that, or get used to the damne-\"\n\nShe was cut off as she turned around, finally noticing his shirtless body as she burst out into uncontrollable laughter. \"Cannae say I've 'ad a shirtless lad in me forge before.\" She couldn't help but appreciate the decent physique, but she had a job to perform. She made her way over, and first put the back half of the armour on, making sure it looped over the shoulders before she moved to strap on the front plating. The armour was fairly beautiful, a thin chestpiece with runes carved on each edge, softly glowing with a gentle green power." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullens face burned as she laughed at the sight of him shirtless, what man wanted a woman to laugh at the sight of his body? He looked down at himself to see if he'd broken out into a rash or if having the souls in his body has caused him to grow strange lumps? Aranea was a woman, what if he was getting- no, no he was fine. Squinting at himself, he then peered at her and said. \n\n\"What's so funny huh? It's supposed to go under my tunic so I took my tunic off, yk now. I'll get a super thin shirt made to go underneath it.\" He grumbled defensively, though soon his embarrassment was forgotten as he looked down at the armor. The glowing runes and intricate metalwork were nothing short of beautiful. So this thin armor would push a blade to the side to graze off of him? It didn't outright repel, it simply guided things away- which meant of course that a heavy mace would still crush his ribs. \n\nStill, he planned to dodge as if he weren't wearing armor so this was perfect. As she came around the front to strap it on, they were incredibly close. Atlas chuckled darkly and Cullen could feel his thoughts clouding, he felt the strangest urge to kiss her. However, drunk or not, Cullen was the master of his own body and did no such thing. The half demon growled in frustration- truthfully it was less about Thyri and more about the demon wanting to see if being drunk made it possible to control Cullen. \n\n\"This armor looks incredible Thyri. You're an artist.\" He said softly, looking away from her face because it was much too close and looking at the armor again- which caused a small headache to form. Atlas hated breaking eye contact." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Nothing nothing, ya just caught me off guard. Wasn't expecting to see ya just outright shirtless. Ya got a damn good chest on ya.\" A teasing laugh escaped her as she shook her head. It had definitely been quite the surprise. Most would simply leave their tunic on to make sure the metal didn't rub against their skin. Seemed like Cullen either didn't care, or was too drunk to realize.\n\nAs she worked around the front, she kept herself focused on the armour for the moment, fixing up the straps on the sides where she needed, and making parts didn't clank against each other when they moved. At times, she would have Cullen move his arm just to make sure that she had it right. After a moment, she stepped back with a wide grin on her face, her hands on her hips as she gave a pleased nod. \"Ain't no artist, just got a lot of pride for me work. Now, what do ya think? Is it too 'eavy? Does it pinch at all round the shoulders?\" Finally! It had been some time since she had such a difficult task.\n\nThyri took a moment to circle Cullen, looking over the armour before finally stopping in front of him. \"It definitely suits ya. Ya look good in armour. Should see me in leather tho, really makes me muscles pop.\" A snicker escaped her as she moved to the side for a moment, reaching into a box and unwrapping the swordbreaker she had been working on. She was quick to move back to Cullen, and hold it out to him. \"Ya wanna give 'em both a test? Got some old swords I can use to prod at ya.\"\n\nSome was certainly an understatement, she had a whole barrel full of blunted swords that she had traded for some daggers. The metal in the swords was what she was really after, she was never going to get around to sharpening each individual sword. But smelting them down for the materials? She could certainly do that." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Maybe we can go on a quest together when I'm an official student.\" Cullen suggested as he turned this way and that to examine the armor and see how it felt. The metal felt good against his skin but he was sure it would give him a good rash in time- he'd get a shirt custom made to fit tighter than a glove to under it, perhaps even get it attached and then he could just Re/Armament the armor on when a fight started. If he could master the damn ability that. He'd had almost no luck getting it to work on the fly, he needed to be totally calm and doing nothing else to make it work. \n\n\"Let's do it! Stab away! This is gonna be sick!\" He said, shaking out his arms and mentally preparing himself. Sure he trusted her skills, but at the same time it was a brand new armor piece and what if it didn't work? Maybe she missed a rune or something. \n\n\"Wow this is incredible.\" He said, taking the dagger with the many comb like teeth and turning it over in his hands to gaze at it. One side with a cutting edge, the other with prongs that could catch a sword, corrode it and break it with ease. Cullen tested the balance on it with a few practice swings, twirling it in his hands. He was actually quite good with knives- years of being a cook, a street performer and a brawler had made him exceptionally proficient with them in every way. Daggers and pistols were the only things he had any real skill with without the help of Aranea- who seemingly could master any weapon. \n\n\"Just don't be too rough with me.\" He said with a wink." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"I would certainly be keen for such a thing. 'aven't really been out of the shop since I arrived in the city. Would do me some good to make sure I ain't going soft.\" Ah, the thoughts of wandering out into nature and letting the world do as it would against them. An intoxicating thought, that was for sure. The excitement of getting into all thoughts of mischief reminded her of her childhood. Gods, she felt old at the thought. Shaking her head and letting out a soft laugh, she made her way over to the barrel, letting out a hum as she looked at the various swords.\n\nPicking a random blade, the hiss of metal scraping against metal rung through the room as she brought out the weapon. It was a simple blade, an old shortsword that likely belonged to someone's father years back. After taking a moment to test the weight and give it a few practice swings, she turned towards Cullen.\n\n\"Cannae blame me if ya get 'urt now.\" Readying the blade, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She wasn't exactly the greatest swordswoman in the world, but all smiths needed to know how to use their weapons. With a quick thrust, she pushed herself forward, aiming the sword towards the middle of Cullen. It was a movement that would have struck true if not for the enchantment bursting to life. A soft hum shot through the armour as the blade was suddenly yanked to the side. Instead of a piercing blow, the blade turned in Thyri's hands, and glanced off the armour. The enchantment had worked!\n\nUnfortunately, Thyri hadn't been expecting the blade to be yanked so roughly. She had been expecting the blade of the weapon to be moved, but not the whole thing. Thus, she came crashing into poor Cullen." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Don't you dare flinch.\" Atlas threatened, a burning headache on the verge of forming in Cullens head as Thyri readied her blade. He had to trust the armor, trust that it work. This was a blacksmith who'd put her heart into the creation of it, the boots had worked and they worked great- this would work too. Instead of flinching, he flexed his stomach muscles just as a tensing and then... The blade slid right past his body as if an invisible hand had shoved it away. He beamed at her and was about to go for a high five or a hug or something when... \n\n\"Whoa!\" He exclaimed as she crashed into him. She was a considerably built woman and the force of her caught him off guard. However instincts kicked in and he held her arms to keep her from twisting and hitting the nearby table, instead he crashed onto the floor with a loud Crash And felt all the wind rush from his body. He wheezed as she crushed him and his head bounced slightly off the stone. \n\n\"Wow you are muscular.\" He said stupidly, squeezing her biceps which were bigger than his own, trying to ignore the pain and power through it. Cullen was Not About to look like the biggest baby ever so he just smiled at her and said in a very airless voice. \n\n\"You okay?\" He'd subconsciously ensured no harm would come to her as she fell, but he was consciously a ball of breathless pain. \"The armor doesn't not negate falling.\" He wheezed, trying to laugh but failing horribly." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Thankfully, it didn't seem like anything had been knocked off any tables, but Thyri's instincts immediately cut in and went to protect her head as best as possible. A smithy wasn't the place one wanted to fall over in, especially considered how many blades could be on a single table. She was prideful that the armour had worked however! It had worked a damn charm from what little she had seen. A perfect glancing blow. Such a thing was definitely going to be good in combat, and she could always rework the runes to apply a certain effect if she needed it to.\n\nA groan escaped her as she fell onto the poor boy, shaking her head lightly. \"I'm fine, aye... Gods, maybe a bit too much to drink...\" A bit too much was an understatement. Crashing into someone after some fiery whiskey did not feel amazing. Especially since he was now wearing armour. As she pushed herself up, she blinked for a moment to gain her bearings,, and made a quick check to see if any of her projects had fallen down and she simply hadn't heard it. Luckily, everything was in the right place.\n\nIt was then that she felt something squeezing her arm, a look of confusion appearing on her face as she looked down. It took her a moment to realize she was practically straddling the poor boy under her weight. \"Oh shite, er.. Sorry bout that.\" She wouldn't be able to deny the slight flush of colour to her cheeks, but she would easily blame it on the liquor.\n\nA nervous laugh escaped her as she pushed herself up, holding out a hand so she could yank Cullen back to his feet. \"I'll definitely think of adding some cushioning next time.\" It probably wouldn't help much, but it got Thyri to laugh at the thought." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen looked at how she'd landed on him and if he could have breathed, he would have been pretty freaking stoked about the situation. Yet the landing had not been gentle and when she was up he took a good breath and got back to his feet, dusting himself off. When she laughed, he looked up at her and couldn't help it, he laughed too. \n\n\"Yeah a little padding would have been great, might have made that situation a lot more enjoyable.\" Shaking his head, he unstrapped the armor and set it down on the table with one last admiring glance before grabbing his tunic and starting to put it back on. \n\n\"But you did incredible Thyri. I didn't doubt that you'd be amazing for a second.\" He said, walking over once his shirt was on and patting her cheek gently. \"Now check this out.\" He said, and grabbed the sword breaker from where it had fallen. \n\nStanding perfectly still, he closed his eyes and focused. After a moment, he tapped into Araneas mana and said \"Re... Armament!\" There was a flash of blue light and the weapon was gone, added to his inventory of weapons. Now he'd be able to summon it any time and from anywhere too if he lost it somehow. It was a permanent part of his arsenal. \n\n\"Not bad huh?\" Cullen asked with a big grin, looking at his pretty new blacksmith friend. Atlas wanted this woman like a feral goblin wanted steak, but Cullen wasn't sure what he felt. He was definitely attracted, and he liked to be around her but at the same time, he didn't feel a tug for more- in fact he felt the same tug he always felt when he grew close to someone... To run. He ignored that for now." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Brushing onto the next subject, she cleared her throat and allowed herself a moment to recover. At least neither of them were injured, and with the armour working, she couldn't see anything wrong! It had been quite the interesting night. Padding would be the next addition if she ever got time to work on it again, but for now it seemed like he was quite content with the armour as it was.\n\n\"Maybe next time then, aye?\" A teasing punch to the shoulder followed her words. It was a beautiful sight however, the armour in all it's glory. Soft sheens of green flowing through the runes, almost seeming like it was bursting to life! It was always a shame to see such work go out the door, but no matter. She was happy it was going to be seeing some proper action!\n\n\"Ah, I didnae 'ave the best aim now. Pretty sure me footing was off as well. Ain't really a sword typa lass.\" Truly, she enjoyed her maul. A large and unwieldy beast that she had forged herself. She had spent hours perfecting the rune on it. The few times she had properly used it were fantastic!\n\nIt was then she was directed to watch for a moment, and she once more got to see Cullen's magic in action. She was a bit more prepared for the flash of light, and only squinted rather than completely close her eyes this time. \"I still find that amazing. Ye gotta be proud to 'ave such control over yer magic like that.\" Of course, a slight bit of jealousy at her friend being a walking armoury.\n\n\"Yer gon do amazing at that academy with that. Might not be the best against magic and all that shite. But it should give ya an advantage over anyone tryna slash at ye now.\" Not having to worry about someone stabbing you would certainly be a grand advantage out on the road. Maybe she should make something for her own set of armour. It was certainly be useful." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "\"Maybe next time.\" He said with a laugh, rubbing his now sore shoulder. She looked wonderful when she was looking at her creations, it was fantastic to see an artist like her appreciate her work that way. He wondered if he would ever look at something the way she looked at her smithing work. \n\n\"Well regardless we know it works and that's the important part.\" Sitting against the table and wiping sweat from his forehead, he crossed his arms over his chest and gazed at Thyri. \"I don't really, I can't use it under pressure and I have to be standing still and entirely focused. Really it's supposed to... Well it's supposed to be used on the fly. I'll get there though.\" The young man's smile was soft but determined. Closing his eyes a moment, he took a deep breath and let the hot forge air sear his lungs. This was a place he was happy to be despite the hot air and pain in his back- all he wanted was to take in that fact. \n\nOpening his eyes again, he reached out again and patted her head, knowing full well she'd object to him touching her hair. \"With you by my side, how could I fail? I'll have the coolest magic weapons in Aeterna!\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Aye, that's the good part. Works a wonder, thas for sure.\" What was better than a working bit of armour? Well, probably alot of things, but to Thyri it was simply the best. Leaning back in the chair, she let out a long exhale of breath, simply enjoying the moment for what it was.\n\n\"Supposed to be used on the fly? Guessing ya got some teacher for it then.\" That was damn useful, Thyri wished she had a teacher for her runes. She just spent hours making metal spoons and painfully inscribing each one. If she recalled, there was still a large box of hand made ornate spoons under her bed back home, she could probably have sold them for a grand price to the nobles here. If only she had thought that far. \"Still, think yer pretty damned good with it, yer able to use it damn quickly. Bet ya put yer teacher to shame with it!\" She gave a toothy grin as she finished speaking.\n\nYet the moment the hand attempted to touch her hair, the grin was gone and she was back to swatting at the hand. \"Oi, said no 'air touching. But yer right, can provide ya with the best weapons in the Eternal City at least. Still 'ave to go learn from the dwarves n' giants.\" A plan for the future, that would hopefully set her onto the path of carving her names into the stars themselves." }, { "author": "Cullen Stellae", "message": "Cullen found himself wondering if there was something special about her hair or if it was just one of those lady things. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he shrugged and then let himself get dragged to the next topic. \n\n\"My teacher was a prodigy with it. It's her technique, she was born with it and she taught it to me. She blows me out of the water but, I'll do my best to catch up.\" Aranea chuckled at Cullens kind words, but he could feel her happiness. She really was a simple lady, not hard to please but also easy to piss off when it came to Atlas. The few times he'd seen her in action, it had been like watching a natural disaster come to life. There was no way in hell he'd ever be as good as Aranea at fighting or use of her magic. \n\n\"So you wanna study with dwarves and giants? You keep working for me you'll probably make enough to afford to go and apprentice there!\" He said happily, sure that would only make her better at making magic items, which would only benefit him too. \n\n\"Now you're thinking like me.\" Atlas said with a smug tone. Cullen realized that was entirely true, it Was Something Atlas would have thought of. The very thought made him shudder. \n\n\"Well, let me clean up the mess I made upstairs and I'll get, hic, outta your hair Thyri.\" He said, feeling another wave of pleasant dizziness as the booze sank deeper into his bloodstream." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Well, she certainly sounds like one 'ell of a lady.\" From what she could guess, Cullen's teacher was likely a noble prodigy or some sort of veteran. At least, that is what she believed. Noble families always seemed to be able to get quite powerful teachers.\n\n\"I work for meself, lad.\" A teasing glare was shot towards Cullen at the words, before she laughed and shook it off. \"But, I'll gladly keep working on yer armour and weapons.\" Being able to study under masters of her craft would be a damn dream come true. She was sure that with their guidance, she'd be able to take her craft to the realm of the Gods if she had to. But, she would likely have to be satisfied with crafting for a Demigod or such one day. Something powerful at the very least.\n\nStanding up and stretching her arms, a soft groan escaped her as she began her routine of closing up shop. First she would have to douse the forge, at least to the point where it would easily die out on it's own. Then, she would begin cleaning up the mess she had made during the day.\n\n\"Aye, keep yerself safe on the way 'ome now, lad. Twas nice to see ya again.\" Flashing the boy a smile, she moved over to the side to grab a broom, and once more began the routine of sweeping ash out the door." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "It had been a rather eventful day for Gum. What was initially going to be another fight for food turned into something far better: a free meal, and a pouch of shinies to call her own! With her belly full and wanting to show off her stolen goods, she made her way to the one person she actually trusted.\n\nGum had met Thyri some time ago, showing up at the forge while starving. The blacksmith had given her something to eat and a place to sleep, and the little goblin could often be found in the forge afterwards. Truly, Thyri was the one person Gum could consider a friend, if she were to understand the concept.\n\nThankfully, she hadn't shown up under such dire circumstances. With a small hop she climbed through the window, a coin pouch in her mouth which jingled as she moved around. There was a certain pep in her step as she wandered around in search of Thyri, the coins continuing to clink together as she turned her head." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Thyri had one hell of an interesting day. From finally finishing up her little project, to having dinner with Cullen once more, she could certainly say it was easily the best day of the month. Right now, the blacksmith found herself within the little shoppe, tidying up from the day. There had been plenty of customers, and plenty of coin to count.\n\nThen, her ears perked up for but a moment. A strange noise in her smithy? Her head darted towards the doorway as she stood, picking up the lantern she was using to light her area and her maul. As she arrived at the doorway, she kept the maul low for now, but held the lantern high as she searched through what she could see.\n\n\"Oi, who's in my forge now? If yer gon be a trouble maker, ya can go for the 'ouse across instead.\" If it was an actual thief, she was fairly sure that she would be able to handle such a thing with ease. But there was another option, which is why she hadn't brought her weapon up. A little creature that she was sure was going to turn up once more eventually." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "Given that it was somewhat dark, the lantern Thyri held left Gum infatuated. Her pupils dilated as she stared up, the goblin halting all movements for a moment in favor of simply watching.\n\nHer eagerness to show Thyri what she had found soon trumped her desire to stare at the light, and Gum made her way forward. She still held the pouch of coins in her mouth, and one close enough gave her head a little shake. Gum hoped the jingling would grab Thyri's attention for what she did next.\n\nAnd with the force of one thousand lions, she began shaking her head around violently to make the coins clatter together inside of the pouch. She would occasionally stop to make sure that Thyri was watching, but it didn't take long for her to go back to thrashing the bag around." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "The first jingle caught her attention, lifting the lantern a bit higher in an attempt to see better. The first sight she caught was a familiar flash of green skin. Ah, now she knew exactly what it was.\n\nA grin appeared on her face, and she was about to greet the little creature once more. Until suddenly the little goblin began vibrating, and Thyri was left dumbstruck for a moment as she watched and listened. Soon enough, a small laugh escaped her. \"Well, ye certainly 'ave a way with words now. Don't ya? What 'ave ya gotten for yerself this time?\"\n\nAllowing the maul to lean against the doorframe, Thyri stepped forward with the lantern. The flame flickered from the movement, but it never once went out. With a soft grunt, she kneeled near the goblin, looking at the pouch. Huh... Looked a tad familiar now. Her brow furrowed slightly as she looked at it. \"Now, where did ya get that?\" She knew the goblin would likely never answer her questions, but it felt right to talk." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "Though it was unclear whether or not Gum truly understood what Thyri was saying, she was at the very least listening very intently. Her ears were perked up and she made good eye contact, seeming excited by the blacksmith's words.\n\nWhen asked where she obtained the pouch, Gum took a few steps forward and sat down. She opened her mouth and the pouch fell to the ground, the goblin then cupping it with both hands and hoisting it up. The poor pouch had been torn up quite a bit, several of the coins threatening to fall out. It also seemed as if chunks had been taken out of the top given that's where she had been holding it when shaking it.\n\nShe held it up as high as she could, peeking out at Thyri from behind her own hands. Gum knew Thyri as someone who took her things and made them even better. As such, she was eager to show off her noise maker, even if she didn't detect Thyri's accusatory tone for where she had gotten it from." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"I do 'ope ya didn't take this from a merchant now.\" With the pouch being raised up towards her, she took it with one hand and opened it to reveal the contents. It was a fair decent amount of coin. This had to have come from someone fairly wealthy now. It was good to buy some decent metal.\n\n\"Gods above... Ya best be taking care of yerself now. I nae wanna see a bounty with yer face on it now.\" A silly thought, but now she needed to get to work. Standing up with a small grunt, she placed the bag onto a table and removed the coins from it. She would have to add it to the count later on. For now, she had a request to fill. She knew what the goblin liked. \"Yer lucky this time, got quite a few spare parts of chainmail.\"\n\nShe would need to start with repairing the pouch first. She wasn't grand at working with cloth or canvas, but she could certainly up the holes with leather. Plus, would likely be nicer to bite into then. Collecting up all the materials she needed, she laid them onto the table, taking a handful of the spare chainmail, and shaking it in front of Gum, allowing it to jingle in the air for her entertainment." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "Gum's excitement only grew when Thyri took the pouch and moved over to the table. The little goblin was quick to follow, staying close behind Thyri and then jumping onto the table so she could see what was going on. She watched as the shiny gold coins spilled from the pouch, the light reflecting in her big ol' eyes until she was given something else to focus on.\n\nThyri dangling the chainmail in front of her got the goblin visibly antsy. She began ducking her head up and down, typically an indication that she was about to leap towards her target. However, instead of jumping to try and grab the chainmail, she instead leapt onto Thyri's shoulder and clung on for dear life. She eventually got herself stable after clambering around to the smith's back, watching from over Thyri's shoulder." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "The sudden addition of a goblin on her shoulder was a bit of a surprise. But, Thyri stood firm. Like a grand tower, she allowed the goblin to clamber over her back as she got to work. First, she did her best to fix up the holes and add a bit of durability to the pouch. A soft interior with bits of metal stuck inside of it with a leather exterior. Such a process would take a damn good chunk of the night, but it was a good way to practice.\n\nShe did allow the goblin to take ahold of the chainmail, however, letting her have a bit of fun whilst the smith worked away at the pouch. The nose was likely going to be ringing in her ear, but it was something she was used to by now. \"Yer lucky yer bringing in coin. Otherwise, probably wouldn't be doing this for ya.\" A joke, she would happily make little bits and bobs for the goblin without her own benefit. There was something about the small creature that just made her smile." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "Gum eagerly accepted the chainmail, clutching it in one of her tiny hands. Her attention was fixed on it, though she still managed to hold on to Thyri's back. As the goblin began to shake the chainmail around in her fist, she glanced between her hand, Thyri, and what Thyri was actually doing on the table.\n\nAfter the blacksmith spoke, Gum took that as initiative to show her the wonders of metal jingling around. She began to shake her fist in front of Thyri's face, climbing up further so she was nearly stood on the smith's shoulders. Though she nearly slipped a few times, she managed to hang on while trying to show off what she thought was one of the coolest things she had ever witnessed." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Blinking at the sudden fist in front of her face, she let out a laugh as she did her best to wave the goblin off. \"Aye aye, I can see it. Yer ringing and noise making will be back in yer bag soon.\" Well, it wasn't her bag exactly. But Thyri had been meaning to make something for the little goblin to carry her pouches in.\n\nBut it did bring up the question of Where All the items she had given to the creature were going. Was she trading them off for food? Perhaps she had a little hideaway somewhere under the city, or perhaps in an alleyway or abandoned shop. Ah well, something she could figure out in the future. For now, she had a rather specific question for the goblin.\n\n\"Ya 'ungry? Want some food?\" She did hope that the creature would know exactly what the words meant. She had plenty of leftovers as well, she needed to eat it all before it went off." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "Gum pulled away as Thyri acknowledged the sound. Though she continued to shake around the chainmail, she no longer did so right in front of Thyri's face. She still stayed on the blacksmith's back, but was far less invasive. That was, until food was mentioned.\n\nIf there were any words that Gum had learned by heart, they were 'hungry' and 'food'. The goblin's pupils immediately dilated and her excitement grew. She crawled up and onto Thyri's shoulder awkwardly, just so that she could look her in the eye. The pace of her breaths had quickened, and though her mouth was closed, she began salivating at the very mention. Gum was not one to turn down food at any moment, even if somewhat full already." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Now that is what she wanted to see. Seemed like the little gremlin was certainly ready for a meal. Grinning, she pushed away from the table for a moment. She didn't mind if the goblin wanted to catch a ride on her shoulder to rest. The goblin wasn't that heavy after all.\n\nMaking her way upstairs, she found herself in the little living area she had set up. A small kitchen where she could cook up a decent meal, and the gorgeous smell from the night's dinner still in the air. Various spices and herbs had been used, and some of it was even left over. There was still a plate with some meat and bread on it. \"There ya go. Gods, I need to clean up now. Cannae be bothered, but ain't living in a damn mess.\"" }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "Gum sniffed the air quietly a few times as she rode on Thyri's shoulder, and the smell of the wonderful cooking hit her partway up the stairs. She seemed eager to leap off of Thyri's shoulder and beeline straight for it, but managed to contain her excitement for at least a few more moments.\n\nWhen they entered the room and the food came into view, Gum kicked off of Thyri's shoulder, scurrying over to the plate. Her first stop was the meat, but it didn't take long before she began taking large bites out of both. She didn't even bother to use her hands, demolishing the poor leftovers with nothing but her razor sharp teeth. There were brief moments where she stopped to look at Thyri, making a bit of a mess before digging right back in." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "It was quite a sight to behold, a goblin simply digging into a meal without care nor worry. After all, she always wished for her smithy to be a safe haven for the littleuns, let them wander about and have a mighty fine gander at all the weapons and armour. Course, plenty would be horrified at having a child wander around a place with such sharp and dangerous objects around. But she was living proof a kid would be fine! She had spent most of her childhood within a forge, and she had turned out just fine.\n\nShaking her head, she moved over to the plates that were stacked on a counter. With a fresh bucket of water waiting for her, she began the slow process of cleaning up the utensils. At least she didn't have to worry about storing the rest of the food it seems. Gum was going to fix that issue before she even got a chance to touch them again. Sure, the mess would be annoying, but it was nothing she couldn't clean up." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "It didn't take long for Gum to completely ravage the plate of leftovers, albeit with some mess. Once finished, she looked over to see Thyri doing the dishes, her little brain working overtime to deduce what was happening. Seeing the stack of plates, she picked up her own and waddled over to where the smith was cleaning, holding it up for her to take.\n\nTo Gum, the plates were Thyri's version of 'shinies', considering she didn't often use them herself. With the plate (hopefully) accepted, she hopped up onto the counter to see what was going on. However, she didn't pay much attention once she noticed that the bucket Thyri was using was filled with water.\n\nHer eyes lit up once more and she made her way over. It wasn't typical for Gum to move in such a determined fashion. She only did such when completely transfixed for one reason or another.\n\nIt was likely she planned to drink the water, especially with how she began to lean her head down in preparation as she walked over." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "It was rather nice to see the plate being held up, Thyri smiled towards Gum as she took the plate, using the water to wash off what she could from the dish. Having a little helper was always quite lovely, getting the chores done in nearly half the time. Even if it was only a single plate, she couldn't deny she was too damn lazy to go towards the table. After working an entire day? She deserved to be a bit lazy.\n\nBut then, Gum made the attempt to lean down into the water. Thyri was quick to put her arm in front of the small creature to get her to stop. That was not a great idea at all. \"Ah nae, don't go drinking that now.\" She did not want to see the little lass putting that down her gullet. It likely would end rather poorly.\n\nThyri was quick to gesture to another pot in the area. It was also full of water, but unlike the bucket, the pot was drinkable water that Thyri had in a special metal cast. It had runes at the top that were meant to keep the water in better quality.\n\nOf course, she had no clue if it even worked. But it was the thought that counted." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "Gum blinked a few times as Thyri stopped her, looking up at the smith and tilting her head in confusion. She glanced at the other pot full of water, still skeptical as she made her way over.\n\nWithout too much thought, she dunked her head into it and began drinking, not nearly strong enough to pick up the pot full of water. She finally let go of the chainmail that Thyri had given her so she could focus wholly on drinking.\n\nEventually, Gum lifted her head out of the water, face completely soaked. She was also slightly out of breath, having held her head underwater for some time. It didn't stop her from going in for another few seconds, and when she came back up for air, she shook her head to dry off a little." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Even if the goblin hadn't understood why she couldn't drink from the bucket, at the very least she was smart enough to recognize the gesture. A small sigh of relief escaped Thyri as she finished up, giving a nod as she hefted up the bucket, before pouring the dirty water out of the window.\n\nPlacing the bucket back down, she gave a proud nod at the sight of the clean dishes. Fantastic! Now that was done and dusted, all her chores were pretty much finished for the day. A hint of excitement appeared in her eyes at the meaning. Gods, she could not Wait For a nap.\n\nLooking back over to the goblin, Thyri couldn't stop the laughter from escaping her at the sight. Gum had gone and gotten herself completely soaked. Ah well, the goblin had certainly needed a bath. \"Ah, look at ya. Yer covered in water. Wait 'ere a tick.\" Shaking her head, she made her way into her bedroom, looking for spare piece of fabric of somesort to dry the goblin off." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "The little goblin simply watched as Thyri went to go and grab something to help her dry off. She found herself alone in the room, left to her own devices. First, she began rubbing her face against the countertop she sat on, wiping some of the water away herself. It wasn't the most effective, but at the very least it was a decent start.\n\nAs she looked around to get a better idea of what all was in the room, Gum let out a big yawn and rubbed her eyes. It had been a long day, and she was beginning to run out of steam. She laid down next to the chainmail she had dropped previously and began poking at it with a finger, making a noise far more gentle than when she had been shaking it.\n\nUnder normal circumstances, she would have made a beeline for Thyri's guest bed and crawled underneath it in order to get some sleep safely. However, a full stomach and Thyri's absence made her feel something she had seldom felt before: laziness." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Thyri's room bore a minimalist charm, a rather surprising departure from the decoration radiating throughout the rest of her store. A solitary shield adorned the wall, its wooden canvas painted in the vibrant hues and bearing a fading symbol of her family. A wistful smile graced her lips as she took in the sight before turning her attention to a wardrobe, that was certainly in dire need of an upgrade.\n\nAmidst the relics of forgotten clothing fading into dust, Thyri uncovered a rather fetching dress, albeit too snug for her current frame. No matter, it could still be used in quite the variety of ways. Turning the fabric into a makeshift rag and standing upright, she nodded in satisfaction, leaving the remnants on the floor as she retraced her steps to the goblin. It was quite the surprise to see the Goblin simply laying on the counter. Usually she would have to go on a wild goose chase to actually find the little lass. Perhaps she was growing more comfortable? Well, that was certainly a pleasant idea.\n\n\"Right! Found ya a rag. Now, over 'ere.\" Thyri gestured for the Gum to draw near. There wasn't really a good way to go about putting the fabric over the creature's face. Ah well, she would simply have to deal with the consequences later. Draping the cloth over Gum's head, the blacksmith was quick to get to drying what she could." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "Gum perked up as Thyri re-entered the room, slowly getting back to her hands and feet. She tilted her head as the blacksmith approached her with a rag, and didn't immediately flee or duck away when it was draped over her head. Instead, she began to slowly turn away and try to walk, though it was practically fruitless since she couldn't see anything.\n\nThat didn't stop her from trying. The little goblin began to shake her head, making the drying process more difficult. Naturally, she didn't exactly realize that Thyri was trying to help, more concerned with her own discomfort than actually getting dried off." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Oi! Calm yerself! It'll only take a minute now.\" Using her larger build, the blacksmith did her best with what she could. It was like trying to dry off a cat, certainly difficult but not impossible. After a bit, she eventually pulled the rag away, looking at the goblin. \"Well, ye certainly need to put some effort into yer 'air. But should be fine now.\"\n\nIt was dry enough, probably. Gum was certainly an odd case, but at the very least she hadn't clawed or bit at her. \"Ya feeling better now?\" Knowing there would be no actual answer from the creature, Thyri stood and dumped the rag onto the counter. The fabric still had some use in it for dishwashing." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "It certainly took some doing on Thyri's part, but eventually, Gum was mostly dried off. She looked to the blacksmith with a squint, almost glaring as the rag was removed. But soon, she put two and two together, realizing she had been dried off and that the gesture had been kind.\n\nThe little goblin paused for a moment, eyes returning to their usual wide state as she thought about what to do. Whatever she was planning was certainly taking some processing power, and eventually, she reached down to pick up the chainmail. Then, she slowly lifted it up for Thyri. Perhaps she was trying to repay the blacksmith's kindness. Either that, or she was getting impatient in regards to her gold pouch being fixed." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "\"Ah, right. Yer right.\" With the chainmail lifted, Thyri gave a nod as she picked it up and placed it into her pocket. She still had to return the pouch. It was likely in a decent enough state for the goblin to be a bit rough with the item, without it tearing apart or anything.\n\n\"Just wait 'ere.\" She gestured for the goblin to sit as she made her way back down to the smithy, she needed to add one more final touch to the pouch before she returned it. Leaning over the table and her little project, she once more got to work. It didn't take very long, and soon the item was fixed.\n\nAs she made her way back upstairs, she held the small pouch in the air. It was all fixed up and her jingling items were back inside. Thyri gave it a little shake to show off the item before she tossed it over to Gum, trying to see if the goblin would catch it. Though, she assumed she would try and catch it with her teeth." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "Gum slinked back once Thyri took the chainmail, watching it closely until it was out of view. She stayed put as Thyri walked back downstairs, left once again to her own devices.\n\nBut without something to occupy her, and with a long day drawing to a close, the only option in her mind was to curl up and close her eyes. It was winter, but Thyri's forge was so warm, especially as the heat rose to the second floor. It was the perfect spot to grab some rest, at least in her eyes.\n\nThough she didn't get much shut-eye when Thyri came back up, and her eyes fluttered open lazily. The jingling caused her to become more alert, Gum fixing on the repaired pouch before it was tossed. Unfortuantely, her instincts prompted her to leap backwards, nearly slipping off of the counter before making her way back over to the pouch. She pressed on it lazily before scooping it up and hugging it close. As she looked to Thyri again, it was clear she was fighting to stay awake. Her eyelids drooped and she seemed to be having a hard time keeping upright, but her instincts kept jolting her to action." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "It was quite humourous to see the goblin sleeping in the middle of the room. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought the thing to be some kind of strange cat. Gum certainly acted like one.\n\n\"Tired already, lass? Aye, get yerself to bed then.\" A laugh escaped her as she felt the hints of exhaustion pecking at her own mind. Sleep was certainly a grand thing to get on this night, and as she opened the door to her room, she let out a yawn. Letting her blacksmith's apron fall to the ground, and removing her gloves to place them on a drawer. She took a moment to change herself into something a bit more comfortable. A rather old tunic and some brown pants.\n\n\"Ah, nice and warm up 'ere. Blessing to 'ave that forge, I swear.\" It was such a delight to have such a warm room during the winter, though it wasn't as appreciated during the summer." }, { "author": "_pocketnerd", "message": "With Thyri's approval, Gum seemed to take the hint and officially lay down. She wrapped her small body around the pouch, holding it tightly and curling up into a little ball. Despite being wide out in the open room, she felt all warm and cozy with the forge running just downstairs.\n\nThey were some of the best conditions the street goblin could ask for, if she knew how to speak. With a yawn, she closed her eyes, ears still perked up in Thyri's direction as if still listening to what the blacksmith had to say. Though it didn't last long as she began to drift off to sleep, her hold on the bag getting more loose. Still, it seemed well protected in her little clutches." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Another day, another pile of metal smelted into tools, armour and weapons. Gods above, she was certainly going to be getting a workout in each day if she continued at this pace. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she brought up her current little project. It was an absolutely gorgeous rapier, with the hilt crafted from a golden material. Small runes had been inscribed in gold along the blade to make the weapon stronger, and to pierce with quite a punch. Running up the middle of the blade was an etching of a winding vine with flowers. It almost seemed to have a green glow running along the sharpened blade.\n\nTaking a moment to step back, she blinked quite a few times as she got used to regular lighting once more. Working up so close with hot metal was going to do hell on her eyesight, but a healer would always be able to help. At least, that is what she hoped. Thyri picked up the item and ran her hand gently across the blade, checking for any imperfections. Of course, it was a beautiful weapon, and extremely well crafted.\n\nIt was going to be the pride of her store for some time. She had no clue what to even price it!\n\nThat brought on some horrifying thoughts. What if it was never purchased? What if it was simply too well made? The thoughts were banished by the reminder that foolish nobles existed, and one of them would make it a gift for a rebellious child. As she brought the item into the front of the store, she placed it onto a display stand next to a set of plate armour. A satisfied nod escaped her after she took a moment to adjust it's positioning. It looked Fantastic." }, { "author": "glassmade", "message": "As the sun began to sink into the horizon like a sleeping giant, the flickering flames of candlelight illuminated the once crowded and bustling cobble-path. Albeit, despite the decline in business at this time, some shops remained open, hoping for weary travelers or illicit business in the grey market. One such traveler appeared to be a rather imposing figure, hastily making their way through the broad streets. Draped by a wanderer's veil, their stride would be broken by the examination of some of the shop signs dangling overhead. Regardless of whether the shop was open or not, they would peer into the shops to examine the refined assortments on display. This was especially the case for any accessory boutiques they came across. However, as they slinked further into the dwindling marketplace, their curiosity finally settled itself onto one of the remaining blacksmiths functioning at this lonesome hour. \n\nTaking a passing glance at the arched overhead sign, their figure slowly trailed towards the window where their gaze settled onto the freshly-prepped rapier. Gaze trailing from hilt to tip of the refined blade, the weapon was an immediate eye-catcher to the aichmomaniac, who was mentally cycling through the already-possessed blades within their ever-expanding collection. Nothing matched the curvature and elegance of the hilt, much less the golden finish across it, nor did it match any specific style of the past that they could recall. No, this was a newer style that they had never laid eyes upon... And it was certainly a worthy addition. Resolve finally manifesting in the pit of their chest, they swiftly paced over to the door before lifting a blackened hand to lay upon a firm knock." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Upon hearing the knock, a look of confusion appeared on her face. Most people simply entered a blacksmith when they needed something. What was someone doing knocking? It took her a glance outside to realize what hour it possibly was. Gods above, she had worked well into the night again. A groan escaped her at the realization. It was already so late and she hadn't even started on any cleaning. Bah, she could do it in the morning. Right now, it seemed like she had a customer. As she placed a box of scrap to the side, she called out.\n\n\"Aye! We're still open. Ye can come in.\"\n\nSeemed as though she had been getting plenty of late night visits at this point. For the strapping young lad who had cooked her some heavenly meals, to the little goblin that spent time around her little smithy. Perhaps it would be better if she kept the store open a bit later. Though, she would still need to open early for the farmers who's tools would need repairs. Ah well, she could figure it out another time. Torch light flickered within the building, illuminating various weapons and casting long shadows of armour against the walls. Despite the forge in the back still raging, the store front had quite a pleasant breeze, though not a single window seemed open.\n\n\"Welcome to Thyri's Magic Goods. What can I get for ya?\"\n\nThe blacksmith leaned against her counter. She was a muscular creature, arms covered with dark ink and gorgeous blonde hair thrown over one shoulder. A kindly smile was on her face, and it almost seemed as though her eyes were glowing. Though, it was likely just a trick of the lighting." }, { "author": "glassmade", "message": "The door gently creaked open, with the hooded shape slowly stepping into the room of the establishment. Untamed hair and the shade of the cascade of their hood hid the majority of the upper portion of their face - Despite this obscuration, two amber orbs seemed to stare back towards the clerk, or rather through her. Taking a peeking glance at the other crafted items on display, it was as if she was taking a mental note of everything her gaze set upon, with her form gradually shifting over to examine them more thoroughly. Settling her hands upon one of the greatswords, she lifted it with ease into the air to look the blade up and down before placing it back upon its display. \n\n Head slowly turned to glance back towards the window display, a pale-toned arm extended out towards the rapier pridefully placed by the stand - A long, blackened pointed digit gesturing to the crafted piece. \"I wish to inquire about that specifically.\"* She finally croaked calmly, voice hoarse from overuse and potential age. Through her words, her cascaded head turned back towards the clerk.\" I've been across the lands for several years now, and yet never before have I laid eyes upon an item to this extent of craftsmanship. Is this a newer addition, or something that slipped through the annals of history by chance?\" \n\nForm shifting this time to the counter, her form ruffled under the guise of the cloak, the hand reemerged clasping a plump bag of something heavy. Plopping it down onto the counter, the firm contents of gold spilled out like an open wound onto the wooden base. \"I'm willing to pay a fair sum of fifty piece for the item, should be more than your usual grasp, I take it.\" Considering her words, it was either out of naivity towards the legitimate sum of items in the common era, or out of slight harassment." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Her eyebrow perked up at the sight of the individual, a truly strange figure who seemed quite intent on keeping their privacy. It wasn't the first time a cloaked individual had come through, the usual suspect was an assassin looking for a new blade after their original had shattered. Some were attached to their weapons and merely wanted repairs. It was always a fine day whenever she saw such a weapon put to good use. Assassins and similar roguish fiends were always her favourite customers, they always put their tools to good use. Thyri watched as the individual made her way over to the great swords. Perhaps this person was much stronger than they seemed? Thyri knew how powerful magic could make one seem.\n\nThen, the arm was lifted and a direction given. Thyri glanced over to where the woman was pointing and was quite surprised to see interest in the weapon already. She had believed that some servant would take notice of the weapon and give an incredulous description to their noble master. \"Ah? That one?\" A soft laugh escaped Thyri as she brought put a piece of cloth, placing it onto the counter before moving to pick up the rapier. As she placed it onto the blue fabric, the metal seemed to shimmer and shine like never before, almost mirroring the reflection of what was around it. \"Nae, nothing like that. Made this one meself. Fine piece of work, ain't she?\"\n\nShe was quite ready to jump into a long winded explanation about the creation of the weapon, and what the runic symbols upon the blade would do. However, she was cut off by the clatter of gold coins landing. It seemed the individual wasn't too keen on hearing about the creation of such an item. Though, she had to shake her head at the amount. \"Sorry, Lady. But fifty gold ain't even enough to cover the material cost. Two 'undred and fifty is the price.\" She may have overpriced it by a bit due to the words and how they seemed to be said, but who truly cared when you were receiving a masterpiece?" }, { "author": "glassmade", "message": "\"...Wonderful.\" Faintly gritted the figure, jaw slightly buckling into a grimace. \n\nThere was a brief, exasperated sigh that slipped out from her as a hand was brought to her temple, mentally weighing the circumstances. After a fair moment of this, her hand slunk down to the countertop of the desk, blackened fingers gently strumming rhythmically. A tinge of regret was building in the back of her mind, not for forgetting to bring more coins before going out, but for not sending a thrall out in her stead. Then again, it had been a fair few years since she set foot back into the city herself, and curiosity was beginning to get the better of her. The proof was certainly there considering the fee before her. \n\nEither she had been out of the public for longer than expected, or she had been simply surcharged as a patrician, with the latter of the two feeling far more likely. While her cloak did hide a fair bit of what rested underneath, the hem of a scarlet dress rested just underneath - Though, unfortunately, what the guise could not mask was the faintest, coppery stench clinging to her like a cheap perfume. Not wanting to jump to verbal conclusions just yet, her repetitive strums stopped momentarily as her hand gestured back to the other weaponry sprawled across the shop. \" What about the remainder of your crafts? Surely something could be purchased with that fee.\" She replied, more so demanding than requesting. Despite her beckoning towards the other items, her amber gaze stayed firmly fixated on the rapier before them both." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Ah, seemed like the individual didn't have enough. Truly a shame, but quality always came at a cost.\n\nHer nose scrunched up slightly as she noticed the smell. She wasn't going to disrespect a customer, but she was certainly going to get some candles into the room later. Whilst she was rather fine with the metallic smell, not all her customers enjoyed such a thing. Pretentious bastards. But as the request to see more of her wares was made, a grin appeared on her face. \"Course, I got plenty. And if I don't 'ave what yer looking for, ya can always put an order in.\" Even though her order log was a bit backed up, she always made sure to offer up the process. Orders usually came at quite a nice cost, and many would pay high price for something specially made for them alone. She could still remember her first ever custom order. It had truly been a beautiful weapon.\n\nGetting away from her thoughts, Thyri turned around to pick up a crate of blades. They weren't attached to any hilts yet, but were placed in a way that would make it easy for one to easily inspect each one for their favourite. \"After all, 'ere at Thyri's, I like to make sure that everyone gets a weapon perfect for 'em.\" A gentle laugh escaped her as she hefted the crate up, turning around to place it onto the counter next to the rapier. The plan was to simply let the individual pick out a blade before picking out a hilt that would fit them best. Many seemed to prefer fashion over practically. A rather stupid idea in her mind." }, { "author": "glassmade", "message": "Shifting her attention briefly over to the assorted box, both hands finally unveiled from under the garment to skim through the varying blades, points, and sabers. Her eyes would run over each one, carefully taking in as much of the detail as she could, from engravings to the marbling of the metal. At one point, she tested the edge-end by gently pressing the blade into the flesh of her thumb, only managing to embed the first few layers away. Under normal circumstances, a thrall would usually arrive back with either Damascus or steel-bound weaponry - Longswords and daggers being the average item of interest. But, it had been a few good years since she had laid eyes upon a weapon outside her particular preference that piqued her intrigue.\n\nThe last time a thrall had brought back something that truly interested her slim taste was nearly a decade, a trivial time in her lifespan but significant enough to leave a yearning for something new and exciting. Much like her thralls, her interest in accessories and trinkets certainly waivered to no end, with the span of beginning to end seemingly being random. Only a select few items and individuals have successfully managed to become inseparable from her attention, though these were few and far between. \n\n If she was to get the rapier in her possession, a distraction was desperately needed since she regrettably managed to bring a lighter load of coin than anticipated. Gently tossing the thin-pointed blade back into the depths of the crate, a meager shrug slipped from the lips of the woman. \" No, no... None of these samples will do.\" Glowering gaze shifting back towards the blacksmith, she continued. \" You wouldn't happen to have more worthwhile items in the back, would you? Something a bit on the blunt and heavy end, perhaps?\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Thyri watched as the woman glanced over each blade. The blacksmith was rather proud of each one of them, in her opinion, it was a fantastic way to show them off. Simply store them next to other similar blades, but have different designs. However, it seemed like the individual wasn't pleased with any of these blades. It was a rather unfortunate thing to hear, especially after she had believed that anyone would take a look at these blades and simply find exactly what they wanted. It worked against most indecisive nobles, but it seemed like it would not be the case this time around.\n\nUpon the request, however, a large toothy grin appeared on her face. Now That Was something she could certainly get behind. \"Aye, I think I might 'ave something just yer taste.\" Once more turning around, Thyri made her way into the forge area. \"Are ya more keen on 'ammers or maces?\" Both were fantastic in her eyes, but a good old hammer was certainly more appealing to her tastes. Crouching down and looking through a crate, she eventually pulled out a rather plain mace. It looked fairly unremarkable, but it had plenty of runes inscribed onto the handle. It had been in her shop for ages, people didn't seem to really want a mace these days.\n\nStanding up once more, she brushed off a bit of dust as she began to make her way back to the front. She would certainly polish the weapon before selling it, but the customer would have to look over it before making their decision. She didn't want to have to do any extra work for naught." }, { "author": "glassmade", "message": "\"Please, do take your time dear.\" \n\nKeenly keeping an ear out as Thyri's footsteps trailed further from the shop and into the depths of the workplace itself, her head would swivel back towards the elegant rapier on display. Gradually creeping her way over, her attention would swap occasionally between her destination, to the direction Thyri disappeared in. Each of her steps was carefully placed from floor panel to floor panel to not cause unneeded creaking. While thievery was certainly something she was familiar with, she wasn't normally the one to be in the fray of pilfering. Hell, normally she would consider it an action beneath her and far more suited to those under her authority. \n\nTightly clenching her grasp along the hilt, she smoothly guided it the blade end to her other hand to examine the intricacies more closely. The refined leather of the hilt was a start, as small grooves were settled into it, spiraling upward to enable a better grip for the wielder, which was an unexpected yet pleasant surprise to the thief. From the detailed engravings scattered across the forte and edges to the gilded finish across the knuckle-guard and crossguard - Everything about it was a shining spectacle of originality and peak craftsmanship. Without much of a second thought behind her growing covetousness, she would lift one of the ends of her cloak to simply slip the blade into a holster before concealing it back under the shroud. While being the furthest from one of the first rapiers in her ever-growing collection, it was nonetheless going to set a new example of what should and shouldn't be collected. \n\nGiving one long, final gander back towards the depths of the shop, she would take a few final steps towards the way she had entered before reopening the door and slipping back out into the moonlit streets of the city. Not exactly her most elegant departure from a crime scene, but far better than some of her last instances." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Idly wiping the blade down with a spare rag, Thyri once more made her way to the front. Speaking as she looked down at the mace. \"I dinnae know if I 'ave much more round the store. But if ye wish to put in an order, I'll 'appily make it by the en-\" The blacksmith was cut off as she realized the individual had seemingly left already. A pit formed in her stomach at the realization. Stupid! She never should have left the front without supervision. Her eyes quickly glanced around to try and find if anything was missing. At first, it seemed like everything was fine and dandy. Everything was in the right place.\n\nWhen she finally saw what had Actually Been taken, her heart sank in an instant. The rapier that she had spent so many years perfecting. She had made sure that each little inch of that weapon had been perfect. She had sharpened the blade to a fine point, even replaced it with higher quality material time and time again. The weapon was her masterpiece. Thyri knew that a masterpiece of such quality came to a blacksmith rarely. The weapon was a perfectly balanced tool of speed, durability and power. The enchantments were a perfect combination that had taken her hours to properly translate and enscribe. The combinations possible in a single swing were incredible. In her good mood, she had let down her guard, and she had been punished for such stupidity. Thyri felt rage boiling in her blood as she grabbed her hammer, rushing towards the door of her store and slamming it open.\n\n\"Oi! Where did ye go ya thieving bastard!\" She was Not Going to let it go. This was going to be stuck on her mind for ages, perhaps even years. She was not going to rest until the Damn Weapon was back in her hands. She had no clue who the person was, or if they were going to do with the weapon.\n\nBut she was going to pool together a fair bit of coin to get it back, unless she could break the damn bastard herself. Her eyes scoured through the dark streets, trying to spot the thief." }, { "author": "Avox Westley", "message": "All seemed still out upon the streets, with most civilian activity long since passed by now, with the only thing of notice being the lanterns dappling the streets ever so gently flickering in their frames. Aiding this illumination, was the pale moon dangling overhead amongst a gallery of faint stars like a splattered canvas. What was out of place was the silhouetted form of a humanoid figure peering back along one of the adjacent rooftops, accompanied by the sound of unfastened, shifting tiles. Jutting from her enclosed hand appeared to be the slender, extravagant blade in all its glory. \n\nLifting her free hand to her cowl as to draw it back, the pale woman simply looked back towards Thyri with an amused expression sprawled across her face. Rows of protruding, dull fangs lined the inside of her mouth like a beartrap waiting to spring shut. Either she was simply mocking the blacksmith for even attempting a chase, or she was pleased with her partially finished task. \"Honestly, I'm surprised with how swiftly you came back, was expecting you to be in the back much longer. Then again, I don't think I could be as shocked as you seem to be given the circumstances.\" The woman chimed out, her once-gentle voice was now seeping with arrogance and callousness. This was the most entertainment she had gotten in a fair sum of years, with the only thing to compete with it being the occasional, begrudging event or arrival of fresh goods. \n\n Extending the blade out, her grip was uneasy, merely swaying the blade by the handle, almost as if she was attempting to taunt the poor shopkeeper. Using her free hand once more, she made a dismissive gesture. \"Scurry back inside your dwelling, little woman. There are far more things out here that could diminish your existence other than myself, so best not to cause much of a scene. Wouldn't want the bones in your hands to be reduced to powder, otherwise how else would you make such lovely weaponry?\"" }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "All that was in her eyes was a blistering rage. These damned Thieves Always thought they could take what they wanted without any punishment? Over her rotting corpse. If there was one thing that brought her fury like no other, it was thieves. Her rage was only increased by the fact that the item of theft had been such a valuable piece. Normally, she would simply remember the looks of the individuals to report it to the guards. However, this was such a time that she needed to get such an item back personally. Rest was going to be forgotten so long as this weapon remained out in the streets.\n\nAs the woman spoke, her knuckles grew white as she grasped one of the many keys that hung around her neck. With a soft clack, she tore the item from it's binding, before inserting the item into the hilt of the weapon, with a quick turn the key was locked into place and the enchantments that had been inscribed into the head were activated. The hammer acted as a catalyst, the symbol upon the item glowing a deep violet as the enchantment took over. These keys had been a pain to create, but after years of trial and error, she had finally created the perfect way to swap between enchantments. Wisps of purple steam seemed to escape from various parts of the item as her grip only tightened.\n\n\"I'll use yer damned bones to make me next knife unless ya give back that weapon.\" Her words were spoken with the fire from a forge. Snappy, and unyielding. Her hammer was ready to grin everything underneath it into dust, the symbol upon the weapon having a minor haze to it now, almost as if it was mimicking a different symbol. The mere sight of the woman holding the blade brought unfathomable anger. That was Not Her weapon to wield. If one had to resort to thievery to gain such a weapon, then they had No Right to wield one of her weapons. She had made them for only the worthy who Deserved Such a painstakingly crafted weapon." }, { "author": "Avox Westley", "message": "Expression lowering into a look of detestation, the blade would sink back into the confines of her cloak with a faint Clink Initiating it back into place. She would rather have her own fangs ripped out by hand than have to even fathom the idea of being talked back to, above all else a mortal nonetheless. \"With all due respect, I sincerely doubt that. For as much as I do think that you could physically keep up with me, I don't think you can quite measure up when it comes to traversing...\" Her words would momentarily trail behind, as her hand made a circling motion in the air as if she was trying to manifest her thoughts. After a sharp suck of air through her teeth, Avox finally continued. \"...Well, anything that isn't a flat surface. Though, I imagine you get it considering you're the one who has to live with it. Honestly I would shed a tear if it wasn't for the fact that it was fucking pathetic.\" Sharply raising her hand for a swift moment, the pale woman would twiddle her fingers in an underhanded attempt at a farewell. Promptly following this, she would swivel on her foot in the opposite direction of the steadily brewing conflict, bounding across the rooftop with steadfast pace. \n\n Once the woman had finally approached the edge of the building top, she would take a bold jump across with ease, her form managing to bound across to the next adjacent building. Given the circumstances and minor encumbrance, Avox was surprisingly agile considering each occurring traversal and architectural barricade was traversed with the same method - Grace and finesse. It was the closest thing to alive she had felt in years, this was practically a vacation in comparison to the growing stagnation of 'liveliness' her own day-to-day. With distance extending and expanding between the two, the only thing that was left in Avox's wake was the sound of her own laughter howling throughout the lantern-lit streets." }, { "author": "Thyri Sigtrygg", "message": "Eyes burning with rage, and with her breath growing heavier with each thud of her running. Hatred was growing within her heart as she heard the woman speak. It was rather unfortunate that such a promising customer had turned out to be a snake of a thief. A taunting one at that. Thyri was quick to move to try and keep up, but with Avox moving across the tops of buildings with ease, there was no chance that she would be able to keep up. Soon enough, she found herself in a dead end alley that she had thought would have been a shortcut. A silent curse escaped her as she turned to try and find the woman. No luck.\n\nWith rage in her heart, she hefted her hammer above her head, ready to smash it into a cart. After a moment, she eventually relented. It was someone else's property and she wouldn't go destroying random things out of rage. She would simply have to pour her anger into her work. Pour her rage into blades, armour and tools. She would make them better than anything she had made before. The farmers were going to be pleased with the quality of the items. It would be a fine way to get rid of some anger.\n\nYet, the anger would not fade quickly.\n\nBut she vowed to find that damned blade, there was no chance that she would let it go free. She would tear the forests apart if she had to. Thyri refused to allow anyone to steal from her. With the right reward in mind, she was guaranteed to find a decent number of adventurers who would be willing to sacrifice life and limb.\n\nIf need be, she would grind down their bones and replace them with perfect cold steel to protect them. She would turn their hands into perfect instruments of murder. All to get back a single blade." } ]	337	35,144
621.846154	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "Elira's Champion may have been known as witty and cunning in using her arts, in and out of combat, to seek justice for the people, but she wasn't exactly a great intellect. However, she had enough power and sway to gain entry into the Scholarium anyway. Many of the poor, cloistered scholars had only ever read about her or seen drawings, paintings of her. Seeing her in person was an Entirely Different experience, and she found it all too easy to convince them she Needed Access to their libraries. It wasn't entirely untrue. \n\nThe fate of the Empire didn't depend on it, but reading was one of the few pleasures she afforded herself in her busy, hectic life. And she'd discovered that literary gems existed, out of her reach, locked behind the doors of the Scholarium. There was no gem she couldn't afford, one way or another, and she was determined to have these as well. She'd been a longtime fan and reader of the demigod Pride's works on strategy and the philosophy of being a warrior. While sometimes her emotions made her betray some of his philosophies, like showing wrath rather than mercy, might instead of humility, she still found them an important foothold for her to be able to return to and reflect on. So when she discovered from some stuffy scholar at a party that he'd written a few books of poetry, she felt a wild drive to find them, and that had led her here.\n\nIt would be accurate to say she raced to the section of the library where she was told they were located. She carried a small pack with her, and after grabbing the two books greedily, found a table by a window to sit and begin reading and copying. The library never let any of its books leave its doors, so if she wanted to reread these, she'd have to copy them all herself. She produced a large blank notebook, inkwell, and pen, getting to work quickly. She had nowhere particular to be but still didn't want to take too long; she wasn't good at taking things slowly or being still. \n\nThe Desert Rose made quite the picture as she worked, wearing a blend of Rhakotian and Imperial fashion, a wrapped style robe of white with accessories of gold, only broken up by bright blue lapis lazuli on her various jewelry. The sunlight in her long, wild hair showed reddish undertones to the black, glinting off the gold chains draped there. As was her tendency, she was so absorbed in what was in front of her that she didn't much notice what was going on around her. For a moment, her pen slowed, until it stopped. The inherent emotions in Pride's poems quite struck her; as someone who tended to push them down, this was a far more pleasant way to interact with them. As she resumed writing, she could already tell this was something she would pick up again and again." }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "It isn't everyday when the demigod of war goes book hunting. So he'd like it to be thought anyway. In truth Pride is somewhat of a scholar in his own right, having tore through enough books during his downtime on war front or between stations to make any high brow scholar feel meek. That old urge, the desire to learn something new, tore at the demigods very bones until he made it up in his mind to explore the vast libraries of the Academia founded and ran by his old friend Merlin.\n\nIt didn't take long for the demigod to make his way to the academia, arriving by flight of his own, he'd let Ikabad have the day off. Once there the sword of Scipio made his way further within the library, perhaps he'd see if his old books and poems were still in stock.\n\n\"*Hmph...\" The demigod tapped a finger on his chin when he saw two books missing from his own collection. Looking around with keen eyes he was able to see small signs of movement, barely noticeable, but they were there. Moving through the winding walls of books Pride eventually found himself looking at a woman sitting by the window, garbed in fine jewelry and clothing, a woman of grace and elegance. Was she the one who took the books? With a practiced and perfected skill the demigod approached silently until his keen eyes could make out the pages- and his own poems.\n\n\"Normally my poems are left alone while my writings on warfare and history are coveted. Nice to see someone has taken a liking to my more favored writing.\" The demigod of war spoke, breaking the silence abruptly.\n\nStanding a few feet behind Amunet was a man of considerable height and physicality. White hair that sits like a lions mane, a powerful jaw and perfect skin, eyes like two golden saucers and the body of a warrior beyond compare." }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "It wasn't often that others could sneak up on Amunet, so the voice from behind startled her, and she whipped around with a little irritation until his words sunk in. Her expression shifted first to awe then a broad smile of happy surprise. A soft giggle escaped her before speaking, \"I can't believe this! What are the chances?\"* Standing and giving a slight curtsy, the perfect picture of grace, she continued, \"Don't get me wrong, I deeply cherish all your work. Especially your more philosophical musings on being a warrior. They're almost like a guidepost for me, I find them incredibly helpful.\" With a soft laugh of disbelief, she introduced herself, \"I'm Baroness Amunet Hassan, proud Champion of Elira. What an incredible pleasure to meet you!\"\n\nShe sat back down, gesturing for the demigod to take the chair on the other side of the table, if he wished. Her voice was soft and melodic, her excitement suppressed and hidden with practiced ease. She found it generally easiest to present the most subdued version of herself; she hopes that wouldn't be necessary with Pride, but it would do till she got a feel for him. \"I'm not surprised it's your favored writing though.\" Her fingers lightly traced the lines on the page, as if caressing, and her face was unreadable a moment before the smile graced her lips again, \"I can see you really pour your heart and soul into your poems. They're quite...\" She searched a moment for the word, \"Touching, very beautiful. I must admit I'm excited to dig into them.\"\n\nRegarding him with a quirked, curious brow, she wondered aloud, \"If I may, though, what brings you here? I don't exactly picture our demigod of war lounging around at the library. You're quite a scholar, I know, but...\" She wanted to put it delicately, \"It doesn't seem like something you'd enjoy.\" Her smile now was somewhat playful. What a treat! She'd long admired Pride and his work, and owned a copy of every book of his that could be bought. It was part of what irked her about the poetry books being so rare; she wanted a complete collection. A distant part of her mind was turning over how Pride was different from the other demigod she knew, but she wasn't about to let those feelings creep up and ruin this moment." }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "The demigod smiled and gave a warriors salute, a closed fist tapping against his chest armor. \"I am glad my works have been so helpful for you. It pleases me to learn that my works are still appreciated also, I'd figured they've have fallen to the wayside of literature.\" With a ever growing smile the demigod followed the introduction.\n\n\"Pleased to meet you as-well, Champion Amunet. I am Pride, Son of Titanos. But, I take it that was easy to tell.\"\n\nWith a small nod of his head in thanks the sword of Scipio took a seat across from Amunet. While she remained selective in what she showed the demigod of herself- Pride had no such ability. With a wide smile the warrior was very pleased to converse about his writings.\n\n\"My poems have always held a special place. To me it felt like the way a warrior could express himself correctly, through learned and mastered literary control. Any skilled warrior or seasoned leader must have decent writing capabilities to document supplies and reports- but, to be able to divulge your wisdom and heart in a way others can enjoy is a fine thing to do.\"\n\nThe demigod chuckled a little at Amunet' last remark. Indeed it would seem out of place for a demigod of war to venture to a library and read of his own volition. Apparently he's not fully changed everyone's mind about demigods of war yet. Maybe now that someone has read his poems they'll all slowly begin to realize it.\n\n \nWith a slight chuckle the demigod replied. \"Indeed, it can seem strange to most when they learn I enjoy reading as well as writing.\" The demigod gestured to the books all around them with an open hand. \"I have read them all, most of them, anyway. To expand my mind as both warrior and leader. I am the child of war and thus I am mighty in battle- that much is true, but to expand the mind as well as the body is the true path of a warrior. So, here I am, no sword to draw but pages to turn. What of you? Reading for the enjoyment or searching for something?\"\n\nThe demigod smiled at his new found friend, enjoying the peaceful conversation and understanding that some people truly do enjoy his works. Perhaps he could copy down some of his unreleased work for her alone." }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "With a disbelieving laugh, Amunet reassured the demigod as he sat across from her, \"How could the writing of our foremost expert on warfare fall to the wayside? I'm no career soldier, but I daresay our fighting forces would be quite lost without your guidance.\" She spoke with conviction, nigh on brokering no argument, though she was careful to remain respectful. She nodded along to his thoughts on poetry writing. She quite agreed, it was such an elegant form of self-expression, and she even found herself somewhat envious of his ability to capture his feelings so beautifully in words. \n\n\"Fine, indeed. To commit your innermost self to paper in such a way, I find most brave. I can't say I could do the same.\" She looked out the window thoughtfully for a moment, \"Though it would serve me much better, I think, if I could.\" Her scarred right hand went to her chest, unconsciously, almost as if to keep her heart in place. \"I've spent too long carefully presenting myself to the world, only what I want seen, nothing more.\" When her light blue eyes met his golden gaze, her eyes spoke softly of the tangle of emotions hidden under the cool, composed exterior.\n\nShaking her head and smiling, she somewhat corrected her previous statement, \"It's not that I don't see you as a reader, you're clearly incredibly intelligent. Maybe I just wanted to see a bit of myself in you, struggling to slow down and be still for too long. It's far easier to picture you cracking a book in a tent on the edge of a battlefield than in a peaceful place like this.\" She twirled the pen in her hand, her right still pressed to her chest but beginning to fiddle with a necklace. Pride's musings then subsequent question made her realize part of why she had felt so desperate to find his poetry. \n\nDeciding that someone she considered a personal hero was probably safe to open up to, at least a little, she dropped her schooled expression and let her worry and sadness color her features, looking away as she spoke. \"Well, both, kind of. Reading is one of the few things I Can Slow down for. And I find myself uncertain of what I need... Or want... To do next.\" Sitting the pen down, she began twirling a strand of hair around her fingers, \"So much has changed in my life recently. And I've been,\" She heaved a heavy sigh, \"Reluctant to sort through the feelings. I think finding out you wrote poetry felt like a beacon in the darkness. Your words were such good guides before, I think I hoped they could be again.\" She laughed weakly, \"I find myself surrounded by people, but none of them helpful. In matters like this, I am alone.\" She was embarrassed to feel the tears welling up, \"By my own choice though, by my own mistakes...\" She met his eyes then, before another nervous laugh, wiping her eyes, \"My apologies, I didn't mean to burden you with my troubles. I'm sure you have much bigger things to tend to.\" She picked her pen back up and continued copying, willing her masked expression to return; but now that she'd cracked the shell and let herself be vulnerable, she was finding it difficult to put it back together again." }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "A genuine laugh escaped the demigod thanks to Amunet' kindness, it was comforting to hear that someone found his writings to still hold some weight and relevance within the modern day. \"You're much too kind, thank you my friend.\" He could tell how much conviction filled her voice so he did not dare argue, instead he just took the compliment and let the champion speak her mind.\n\n\"It's a skill that takes practice; however, once you've done it enough times it flows like having a one sided conversation.\" Pride remarked as he shifted in his seat in order to pull a roll of parchment from his beltline. \"I know the feeling all too well Amunet. Putting on the best show we can for those around us is a... A hard thing to do.\" When their gaze met eachothers Pride's own golden eyes spoke of a powerful slew of emotions just beneath the surface of his warm and kind exterior.\n\n \n\"You'd be surprised how alike we are in that regard.\" The demigod of war unrolled the parchment and slid it to Amunet with a smile. On the parchment is, in fairly terrible handwriting, a date- 0 AoM 554- and what looks like various scribbles and half baked poems. \"I have been writing and reading since the time where demigods strode these lands in our dozens. I have had a very long time to learn how to slow down and be still when necessary.\"\n\nThe demigod found himself growing a little concerned, worried even, for Amunet when he saw her sadness and worry began to take hold of her aura as she looked away. It always hurt him in some small way when he saw good people, the good and kind people of these lands, hurting in such ways. Even as the champions eyes began to well with tears Pride did not falter in his gaze of concern and care. He could tell that she had exposed a part of herself and was fighting to both contain it and also put it back together- he knows that struggle all too well.\n\nThe demigod was silent for a few moments, the only sounds being the scratch of Amunet's pen and the slight rustle of parchment. It's not often that Pride finds himself searching for words, usually he's able to belt out various engrained wisdoms within his mind but this is... Different, and he wants to come at this not from a place of duty but from a place of care.\n\n \n\"Do you know what my purpose is, Amunet?\" Pride asked as he raised his right hand, turning his palm to the ceiling above. \"To destroy?\" A spark of golden flames began to generate above the palm of the demigods hand; slowly morphing and shifting until a miniature sun slowly spun suspended in the air- warm, and providing a gentle orange light. \"To wage war?\" The mini sun vanished as quickly as it arrived and was replaced with an ornate steel dagger with a wonderful mix of jade and opal stones along its blade. \"I once asked myself this question everyday for nearly two hundred years...*\"\n\nWith a flick of his wrist the knife vanished with a small flash of white light.\n\n\"Who* *Am I? What do* I *Want?\" Sitting up straight Pride gestured with a jab of his thumb towards the window beside them. \"I learned that what lies out there, the realms, and all those that live within them- you included-\" He pointed at Amunet with a small smile. \"- so, never apologize for speaking to me about how you feel. It is my job to be here to help, by divine right I am meant to serve.\"\n\n* \nThe demigod smiled as he sat back in his chair, almost content with what he said before his eyes widened. \"I know what'll help you-\" Pride held out his right hand and with a flash of white light another scroll of parchment landed in his palm. Handing it out to Amunet the demigod grinned. \"You'll appreciate this more than anyone I think.*\"\n\nWithin the parchment is a poem dated, 0 AoM 557, that looks like it was written after a battle- blood speckled a corner of the parchment and some dirt and ash mingled together on one slightly burnt corner.\n\n\"In the quiet aftermath of war's fierce tide,\n\nA warrior stands, unsure where to abide,\n\nNo battles left to fight, no foes in sight,\n\nHis purpose wavers in the fading light,\n\nYet in the hearts of those he holds most dear,\n\nA new cause beckons, drawing him near\n\nTo safeguard kin and friends, his sacred vow,\n\nHe'll wield his strength to protect them now\n\nThough swords may rest, his spirit shall remain,\n\nGuardian of peace, in sunshine or rain\n\nFor in defending loved ones, he finds his call,\n\nA warrior's duty, standing tall\"" }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "Amunet found she was somewhat surprised to see so much emotion mirrored back to her in the demigod's eyes. It shouldn't have surprised her; how could he write such poems without a deep emotional well to pull from? But all the same, she realized perhaps she had put him on a bit of a pedestal before, as if he were fully a god, and thus either didn't have to deal with emotions or have so few problems as to cause any severe ones. Yet she knew that wasn't true. Her two meetings with Elira and, of course, Kairos told her otherwise. She just couldn't help hoping there were some beings out there that weren't plagued by emotions; they seemed so troublesome so often.\n\nSitting and watching him speak rather placidly but with obvious interest, she wanted to soak it all up like a sponge. Though the pain lingered on the edges, she was feeling quite encouraged by the demigod. Her eyes lit up, any pretense dropped, as he slid the first piece of parchment over. She hesitated, briefly, in reaching for it, as if it were some great relic she might break. She took hold of it gently, eyes scanning the bits and pieces of things he'd tried to put together before. It did somewhat inspire her and make her hopeful that perhaps this would be a useful pursuit for her as well. It wasn't one she was exactly excited to undertake, but she knew she needed some kind of outlet for all these feelings, lest they consume her or come out in the Wrong* Way, again.\n\nThis was especially driven home to her after revealing even just a little emotion to Pride. More than she intended to release burst forth, and now the tide was pushing so harshly against her hastily erected defenses. She was trying to focus on just copying, breathing, anything to calm herself. Showing Pride a bit of herself was one thing, but she didn't intend to lose it entirely; that would embarrass her beyond belief. Only her family and Kairos had ever seen her in such a state. And though she had experimented lately with making a friend and enjoyed it, she wasn't prepared for this level of intimacy yet.\n\nPride's question brought her out of herself with a small jerk of surprise. She slowly raised her gaze to meet his again, struggling to keep her features smooth, the tears still glassy in her eyes despite her best efforts. Not trusting her voice to answer him, she only shook her head in the negative. A bit of awe overtook her face watching his magic, a nice reprieve from the flood. But upon taking hold of the second piece of parchment, her eyes widened as they scanned, and she couldn't stop the tears from spilling over. Dropping the parchment she covered her face with both hands, doing her damnedest to cry silently and hating every small whimper or gasp of breath that escaped her.\n\nThese moments always felt like such a betrayal, her feelings commandeering her body, and she could do nothing to stop it. But the betrayal–no, she knew it now for what it was, the loss of control–didn't stop there, as she lowered her hands, sniffling, meeting Pride's gaze and words tumbling out of her, \"I ruined *Everything* . What is *Wrong* With me?! I let my feelings so consume me these last four years that I haven't been there like I should have for my son, and now he isn't the same. I could've been there for my mother more after my father died, but no, I had to stay *Busy* And stay away. Just to try to avoid *This* . I basically told the only man who's ever really loved me to get lost, and he was *So* Good with Sassan...\" Her face crumpled, and her next words were muffled by her hiding behind her hands again, \"He was right, and I just spat in his face and left... Oh Elira, no...\"" }, { "author": "chiren2178", "message": "Ah hell, my b. Never Realized I forgot. There was some fire to put out right after I posted this, oops." }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "The son of Titanos held a warm and kind smile as he watched the champion before him, he could see the glass within her eyes near to breaking- he'd seen it happen to many folk before her and he knows he would after. As such he didn't draw attention to it, he just waited calmly, waiting for the opportunity to console and encourage as and if needed.\n\nAs she began to read his works and then shed tears the demigod of war just smiled and waited, calm and serene, not wanting to disrupt the thoughts and emotions of his new found friend. Even when Amunet looked up at him with teary eyes and began to divulge her feelings Pride did nothing but smile and listen. Once the champion was done then the demigod acted, leaning forwards and reaching out a hand he laid it on his friends shoulder and gave her a gentle pat- not making it known that he began to use his aura of inspiration to begin to help Amunet rally her feelings together.\n\n\"*We* All *Make mistakes Amunet. We all have regrets, past actions we wish we could change or rectify, the sad truth of it is that we cannot change our past...\" With a small smile the demigod blinked his eyes, a singular tear, like golden nectar, rolled down his right cheek. \"But we* Can *Change our futures. We can work to become better, to improve on who we were last year, last night or five minutes ago. Improvement is never out of reach, never. The first step it to acknowledge where you have misstepped and wish to change, you've already begun that journey. Now I'll show you the way forwards; however, it's up to you to take the first step.\" \n\nStanding up and holding out his right hand to Amunet the child of war nodded his head to his side, indicating he wanted her to come with him.\n\n\"I'd like to show you something, humor me, aye?\"" }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "Feeling the hand on her shoulder, Amunet lowered her hands, a raw and vulnerable expression on her face. His words were certainly soothing, though she still felt a bit overwhelmed and lost. How on earth could she pick up what she'd broken into a million pieces? And even if she could, would it be forgiven? Could she forgive herself? The dread of 'what's done is done' was somewhat mitigated by the demigod's show of emotion; he clearly had significant regrets too. And it made her feel less alone. She couldn't expect to do better than the divine. \n\nImprovement and growth had been the by words of her youth; perhaps she had forgotten that. It was never too late to grow, and she began to realize she had assumed herself done with that long before it was actually true... If it would ever be true. Nodding at his words after drinking them all in, she wiped her eyes and spoke softly, \"I certainly want to change the future. I can't keep going on like this. I'm no good to anybody if I'm broken.\"* With a slight chuckle, she added, \"I'm not good at admitting my faults. Trying to be and acting like I was perfect has gotten me so far...\" Her eyes turned distant a moment before a small smile returned, \"But that's probably part of how I got in this mess. I *Do* Want to be better.\"\n\nAmunet rose with the demigod, the sorrow fading and being replaced by the usual playfulness of a good mood, \"Of course I'll humor you.\" She took his hand gently. \"I'm running out of things to lose.\"" }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "\"*I know how you feel, more so than you might thin-...Well, you can probably assume a lot, my name* Is *Pride after all. My entire life I've portrayed myself as perfect and even at times believed myself to be. It wasn't until it all came crashing down did I then realize how wrong I was to lie to myself to everyone around me.\" He spoke from a place deep within his heart, a part of him he'd dealt with since the very day he was born and each day he lived throughout his thrice millennia long life. Pride, vanity, hubris and ego- factors he once thought of as his birthright.\n\nWhen the champion said she wanted to be better the demigod of war nodded his head, understanding and approving of what she said, and even if nothing was said in reply- it felt like the world became a little bit brighter and a tad bit warmer.\n\n\"Hm.\" A small hum both understanding and approving, the demigod led the champion through a vast array of corridors within the Magos Academia. They walked for a few minutes, passing by various students of the school- all of whom gawked at the pair of divine beauty and strength- and even a small gnome cloaked in red robes whose mischievous and knowing eyes glittered like stars.\n\n\"Here we are.\" A door was before them, simple and made of dark oak, and with a push it opened the pair entered. \"The hall of remembrance, both the memory and history of the... The...\"\n\nThe child of titanos grew silent for a moment, his eyes that burned with sunlight dimming and the glimmer of his aura becoming duller. This place must mean a great deal to Pride, either that or a painful memory.\n\n* \n\"The Silver Lion Knights. My once most trusted men and brothers in arms.\"\n\nBefore them laid a grand hall, rows and rows of armor stands all holding esoteric suits of armor that seemed crafted by the Gods themselves. Each suit was unique, an artifact of an ancient time and an ancient warrior. Behind the thousands of suits of armor were massive shelves of books, tapestries, scrolls and other writings or works of art that detail the fable history of the order. If Amunet knows her history, or is as enraptured by Prides writings as she claims, she would recognize the name of the order of knights. During the ancient days of the demigods these knights served under Pride himself, his vanguard, and the most famed knights of that age.\n\n\"I knew them all by name... I knew everything about them.\" Pride spoke once again, his voice somber yet the faint ghost of a smile crossed his face. \"I knew all of their families, I spoke with them all as if they were my own kin. I trained them, guided them and cultivated them into the finest soldiers ever to be seen. They were my brothers and sisters in arms... And now they are lost to time and history.\"\n\nThe warrior of old sighed a slow breath. \"And do you know what I think most of when I look across this room?\" The demigod of war turned to Amunet, golden tears now leaving lines of shame down his face. \"How much I wish they could be here with me now.\"\n\nHis gaze turned away, looking back towards the suits of ornate history, and his tears flowed freely for the first time in nearly three millennia.\n\n\"I do not wish for you to experience my pain, this pain.*\"" }, { "author": "Amunet Hassan, Champion of Elira", "message": "Amunet couldn't help a little deja vu, of sorts, listening to Pride speak. It reminded her so much of the early days with Kairos, them talking about the weight and responsibility of being representatives of the gods. How the people had to be able to look up to you, but simultaneously couldn't get too close. The struggle of maintaining the delicate balance of being approachable enough but maintaining that heroic distance people wanted in their saviors. Being seen as without fault, when they both knew that they had plenty. While it didn't make the ache in her heart subside, she did like knowing there was one more person in the world who understood these unique struggles so well. Looking at Pride's kind, caring face, she felt a companionship she had been missing for so long; one that she was now realizing she Needed, when she had just thought it was a luxury, not required.\n\nThe Champion followed the demigod through the Academy's storied halls. She looked around with open curiosity, all too practiced at ignoring being gawked at. Though she did notice the gnome, giving him a warm smile as they passed. Upon pushing open the doors, she began to attempt to make sense of what was before her when she was distracted by Pride's hesitation. She turned to look at him, her caring concern plainly visible on her face. It was well past the point that she felt she needed to hide anything from him; there would be no more masks today. It was a little scary, but more so freeing. It'd been too many years since she was able to just... Be, let herself feel and show it without filter or restraint. She placed a hand lightly on his upper back, a touch of encouragement in what seemed to be a difficult moment for him.\n* \n\nThe Desert Flower's light blue eyes widened, with both the dimming of his aura and the knowledge of where they were. A soft \"Wow...\"** Was all that escaped her as it was now her turn to gawk, with new meaning, at the relics before her. Listening to Pride further explain, the Champion stayed silent, feeling the intense gravity of the moment, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts. Her heart went out to him, she couldn't imagine losing so many people that meant so much. And likely, especially when your life spanned millenia, in what felt like a short span of time. She wanted to protest that the Order wasn't forgotten, it was well-celebrated in their histories... But she knew that wasn't what he meant. It was their names, their likes and dislikes, the minutiae of their daily lives; Who They were, not What They were, which now only lived in Pride's memory, and nowhere else.\n\nWhen their gazes met, Pride would've seen streams of tears down Amunet's face as well. Tears of both empathy for him and her own melancholy musings. She found herself reaching for his arm, both to reassure him and to find some way to ground herself in this moment against the tide of feelings. It wasn't as violent as before, in the library, but was certainly still just as strong. Part of her wondered, if things could be fixed with Kairos, would he feel like this one day? She knew she would be longer lived than the average human; her slowed aging spoke of that much. But she was still just as mortal as any other. Would he weep so, too, when she was gone and no more than a memory? She spoke in a small voice, not befitting a Champion, a hero, a noble of her station, but she found that she couldn't be brought to care. \"I think, maybe, you've saved me from going too far down this path. I think... I had begun to, but this is a stark wake-up call.\" Releasing his arm, she slowly walked over to the nearest suit of armor, regarding it a moment before turning to face him again. \n \n\nSwallowing thickly, she continued, \"It all lies with Kairos.\" She smiled a weak smile, shaking her head, before resuming with a half-hearted laugh of disbelief, \"I had thought if I was meant to repair things with him, Elira would make it so. But maybe I'm putting too much impetus for action in Her hands, when I need to be taking action myself, as She has empowered me to do.\" A sigh and a resolute nod saw her tears slow, and she wiped her eyes. \"My son's unhappiness is rather all wrapped up in *His* Loss of Kairos... They were nearly like father and son. Sassan blames me for taking that away, something he never had and always wanted. If I find Kairos, if...\" She hesitated, the resolve in her voice wavering, \"If he'll forgive me, I think it might fix everything. I've too long relied on myself.\" She took steps closer to Pride again, taking one of his hands firmly in her own, a grasp of gratitude. \"Thank you for showing me that. I probably wouldn't have taken it so well coming from anyone else.\"" }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "The demigod of war, son of Titanos and former Imperator of Scipio could not bring himself to speak further for the moment. He forced himself to stay silent, to hold back the tidal wave of emotion that nearly broke over the vast walls and damns he had built within his heart- the things that kept him sane, kept his grief and loss from overcoming him. He could only stand there in silence even as Amunet reached for his arm to confide in him, he could not bare to speak yet. There was something within his eyes that betrayed him however, a deep and vast ocean of memories and emotions that were held within the dimmed gold of his eyes. Eyes that had seen nearly four millennia pass by, eyes that had seen millions of faces, eyes that had wept thousands of times in silence and solace- the eyes of one fitting of the demigod born of sorrow.\n\n\"Tha- Ahem.\" His voice broke when he tried to reply, clearing his throat with a hand placed over his mouth Pride did his best to smile, even if it was a shallow thing. \"*That is good, I am glad to hear I was able to help you.\"\n\nThe demigod listened to the sorrows and regrets of his newfound ally, finding himself understanding the pain that regret for inaction can bring- he'd suffered from that for so long himself, Alekhya and Noctis always lingered within his mind. The regret he suffered when he thought of them, how he'd wished he could have done something- how he Should* Have.\n\n \n\"*Kairos is a wise man.\" His voice suddenly carried with it the pride he usually spoke with, even if it was layered with the sadness of his words. \"Wiser than I am, much wiser. He will listen to you, I know he will. The loss of a father, even only a figure of one, can weigh heavy on the heart of a boy without one. I know your sons pain all too well and I know the suffering it can bring if it goes unanswered... But, I have* Faith.\" \n\nThe demigod of war strode towards Amunet as a flash of white light appeared in his hand, the hilt of an ornate sword now firmly within his grasp. Once close to the champion he held the blade up, turned it on its side, and offered her its hilt.\n\n\"*Faith in the hearts and minds of those who I know to be good. You and Kairos, to name a few, are those I have found faith within. People who can bring about an era of change, of goodness and of peace, an era where my craft of war will become obsolete and useless for that is my greatest desire.\" Pride gave a smile, warm and radiant, as he extended his arm a little more.\n\n* \n\"Take this blade with you on your journey, seek out Kairos and reforge your bonds, only then may you return this weapon to me. Until that day-\" White magic, holy and binding, began to envelop the blade and swirl from the forearm of the demigod.\"- this blade will act as a beacon and an ally that shall not leave you. You need only raise its tip to the sky and call out my name with conviction in your heart... A fraction of my power will be granted to you in that moment and you will become protected by my own will.\" \n\nThere was no room for argument within the tone of Pride, not an angry or forceful tone, but one of true kindness and commitment to someone he calls a friend. Even as Amunet took his hand and spoke to him again the demigods smile did not waver, finally finding reason to once again feel pride in someone else. \n\n\"It is my duty, a duty to protect and cherish the people of this realm and do what I can to aid them. I'd be a sorry protector and friend if I didn't try my best.**\"" } ]	604	8,084
378.125	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Stefan Kalkus", "message": "It was becoming dark out as Stefan took another swig from his mug, watching the outside world through a window inside the inn. The ale was good, he thought, though he could hardly ever complain about ale. The man was at a table alone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was warm inside the inn, which was quite nice, because he had gotten chilly outside. \n\nHis eyes wandered the inn for a moment. It was becoming quite busy, and the people watching was going to be great, he thought. When he wasn't the drunken fool making a scene, he enjoyed watching a few overly intoxicated patrons. In some cases, it meant he could even have an excuse to get into a fight, though it almost always ended with him getting kicked out.\n\nOr rather than fight, he could find himself someone to stick around with. A new friend perhaps, or a new partner. The prospect made him smile, though he may just be getting a little tipsy. Either way, he took another swig from his mug." }, { "author": "Bo Grimmson", "message": "It had been a Really Long day. He'd taken a job escorting a caravan of merchants from Lestos back to Aeterna, and today was the last day of it. It was about a week's journey, so the pay was excellent considering the time it took, and Mortem knew he needed the money. But Lestos was stiflingly hot, and he'd forgotten how irritating it was to be stuck in, essentially, the same place with the same people day after day. Worst of all, his flask had run out yesterday, and he'd already bought, bummed, and otherwise coerced everything he could out of anyone that would give it to him. The small, shiny black pipe hanging from his mouth as he walked into the tavern had the last bit of tobacco he'd managed to get, tendrils of smoke wafting up lazily.\n\nBetween the caravan and the heat, he was looking a bit bedraggled but didn't act like it at all. He strolled up to the bar, one hand pushing his long, black hair out of his face, the other waving down the barkeep. He held the pipe in one hand as he ordered his ale, fishing out the required coin. He tried to relish it while he could. Though, for him, it was a hefty sum, he knew his purse would be lighter sooner rather than later. He was excited at the prospect of more drink, different company, perhaps a round of dice or two. His dark blue eyes scanned the room as he waited for his mug, and his thin brows shot up as a wide grin crossed his face. He took the mug with a nod and a smile, heading over to Stefan's table.\n\nLetting the pipe hang lazily from his lips as he spoke, drawling his speech a little, he spoke in a friendly, flirtatious tone, \"Well, I'll be damned if it isn't you! It's been a while...\" He sat down in the chair across from Stefan, draping himself over it like a king might over their throne. He stared into Stefan's eyes as he took a long draw on the pipe, then barely parted his lips to let the smoke drift out. He wasn't one to forget someone he'd had a good time with. And it was always nice to have acquaintances amongst the other mercenaries, to know who you preferred for jobs that required more than one person and gave you that choice. \n\n\"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to do something stupid.\" He smiled mischievously. \"I've been trapped with a caravan for the last week, it's excellent to be back in the city. And,\" He tilted his head slightly, making a show of putting his pipe back in his mouth, \"Excellent to see such a lovely face again.\" If it was a shoot and a miss, so what. They could still have fun reminiscing and commiserating over drinks. So long as he didn't have to be with his miserable self, it didn't matter much." }, { "author": "Stefan Kalkus", "message": "Stefan hadn't even noticed that Bo had entered the inn until he was approaching the table. He stared at him for a good moment as he approached, trying to recall who exactly he was. Under normal circumstances he likely would have recognized him, but Stefan was quickly realizing that maybe he was drinking a little more than he thought. He hadn't stood up for a while, and he had stopped counting the number of drinks he had, and his breath was beginning to smell quite strongly of ale.\n\nBut when Bo sat down in front of him, it finally clicked. Stefan sat up straighter with a wide smile on his face. It had been quite a while since he saw that face. \n\n\"Well, well!\" Stefan drawled, his speech slightly slurred as he spoke, \"I haven't seen you in a while!\" He leaned forward and put his elbows on the table, resting his head on his hands. \"Sounds like you do need something stupid to do. I'm sure you've been bored out of your mind.\" Stefan smiled warmly at him, admiring Bo's face. It has been too long He thought, tilting his head slightly. His eyes were fixed on the way Bo put the pipe back into his mouth for a moment. \"I haven't seen a face quite like yours in a long time,\" He said, hesitating for a moment when he realized it didn't quite sound like the compliment he intended, \"I mean- I meant that in a good way. I.. Like your face.\"" }, { "author": "Bo Grimmson", "message": "Bo certainly loved to drink in Stefan's stare. Though he was a bit older, the shifter had managed to not terribly look it. The most prominent signs of his age were fine wrinkles on his face and streaks of silver in his hair. That plus his youthful vigor and general recklessness easily made him seem younger. \n\nThe drunken drawl out of his previous lover's mouth was very cute to him. He might be matching it soon. Stefan's warm stare was invigorating. He always enjoyed this moment in such interactions. It was so invigorating to feel the success, the power of his influence. He smiled deviously at catching Stefan exactly as planned with the pipe; it Always Worked. \n\nA bit of friendly toying with the man, to draw out Stefan's evident anxiety, he didn't speak as he slowly emptied the pipe's ashes on the floor, careless of how rude that was, a soft smile on his lips. He laughed equally as softly, a deep resonant sound, \"Aren't we in luck, then? Being in agreement on that, and on being bored.\" He reached out to push loose strands of Stefan's hair out of his face, the lightest of touches, intentionally. His long hair swept forward with motion, over his shoulder. \n\nHe leaned back in his chair again, taking swigs from his mug, the picture of ease, and just out of reach. \"What do you suggest then? I haven't been in the city in a while. There are a few tables of dice and cards here, I saw. We could stay here or leave.\" His eyes, dark and deep like the ocean, spoke of the other options he didn't intentionally say. He was curious to see where Stefan's mind would go, especially in such a state. With such fun afoot, he might not even drink as much as normal. Time would tell." }, { "author": "Stefan Kalkus", "message": "Despite already having a light blush on his cheeks from the drink, Stefan's cheeks seemed to grow more and more red as Bo reached over and pushed his hair out of his face. The man chuckled quietly, feeling almost cold as the man's light touches went away. \n\n\"Well, you did just get here.\" Stefan said, breaking eye contact for just a moment to take a swig from his mug. \"I'm sure we could at least spend some time here. Besides, you just got your drink.\" He said, gesturing to Bo's mug before he took a second sip from his own. \"How about some dice? I haven't played dice with anyone in a while.\" Stefan tilted his head as he tried to think of more things to do. There were so many things they could do - and frankly, he had some ideas in mind he was sure Bo knew of.\n\n\"Maybe..\" He started, setting his mug down again, \"We could go for a walk through the city, see what else we could find. I'm sure there's plenty of mischief we could get up to.\" \n\nBy now Stefan was feeling quite relaxed - both from the drink and from being around Bo. He always did enjoy the energy Bo brought. \"How about this - whoever wins the first game of dice gets to decide what we get up to after this.\"" }, { "author": "Bo Grimmson", "message": "The mercenary was quite pleased to have run into such good company. Coming home was always a mixed bag of emotions that he had zero interest in sorting. Between his family and his almost-wife that he'd deserted, there was plenty of pain waiting at the edges of his mind. He Would Like to see his little sister though; he'd endure her chewing him out just to catch up and see her smile. An aid to shove it all mentally aside, he drained the rest of his mug in one go, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp. \n\nStefan's lovely shade of red didn't escape his notice, and he turned a piercing gaze on the other man, eyes half-lidded and smirking, \"It would be nice to linger over drinks and dice, a nice chance to catch up a bit.\" He flagged down a barmaid, placing his hand on her waist shamelessly as he asked for a glass of whiskey. He returned her smile before putting a few coins in her hand, turning back to his companion rather than watching her walk away. \"A walk could be nice, long as we steer clear of the barracks.\" His face briefly turned sour, lighting up again when his whiskey was sat in front of him. \"I don't fancy a lecture from my brother, and he's sure to be lurking there.\"\n\nBo laughed softly, removing his scarf and coat, as it was plenty warm inside. Pushing up the sleeves of his black shirt revealed scars Stefan would've already seen. There were many, many dozens of shallow and deep scars on his left forearm, accompanied by several slashes of varying freshness from the last week; the results of his long use of blood magic. Fishing out two dice carved from bone, he sat the pair gently in the middle of the table, turning his attention to his drink. \"Letting fate decide, that's even better.\" He took a sip, savoring the burn of the liquor, then very nearly purred, \"I'd forgotten how *Full* Of great ideas you were.\" He gestured for Stefan to go first, leaning more towards the table, his weight on his his scarred left arm." }, { "author": "Stefan Kalkus", "message": "\"I would love to catch up over drinks.\" Stefan said, taking yet another swig from his mug at the mention of more drinks. He really had missed talking to Bo. Even though they had not been very close, aside from... Well, Stefan always liked to talk to Bo. He was one of the few people he would consider trusting, and that was a rarity he always appreciated.\n\nStefan watched Bo wave the barmaid down and rest his hand on her, clearing his throat for a moment as he rested his hand on his cheek, as though he could hide his blush like that. For a moment he was worried he was getting jealous, but since Bo didn't seem to linger on her, the feeling faded. \"Your brother is in town, then? Well, I can promise that we can avoid the barracks if that's what you want.\"\n\nAs Bo pushed his sleeves up, Stefan glanced down to Bo's arms. It pained him to see the scars - he was sure the magic that required it must be a blessing and a curse. Stefan had not seen the magic in action, but he had heard that it was quite powerful, but with a cost. Breaking his train of thought though, Stefan picked up the dice and shook them in his hand. \"Great ideas? Let me tell you, they don't come along often. You've just seen a miracle, Bo.\" He teased, before rolling the dice. One landed on a six, and the other landed on a two." }, { "author": "Bo Grimmson", "message": "Bo found it was typically easier to spend his time with other mercenaries or others considered part of the underbelly of society. That way, he didn't have to lie or exaggerate his work, didn't have to cover up any of his bad habits. People of their ilk didn't tend to care because they had their own bad habits to fight off their own demons. Watching Stefan roll the dice, he shared a little more before making his own inquiries, *\"I was down in the Riable Isles before this caravan. Doing any jobs there always feels like a vacation, in part. And I do So* Enjoy the merfolk.\" His brows furrowed a moment, \"Though I don't care for sea druids much.\"\n\nHis features resumed their playful, flirtatious usual as he asked, \"What about you? What have you been up to?\" Resting his chin on one fist, watching Stefan steadily, he nearly looked like a cat hunting a mouse. \"Meet anyone interesting?\" His tone was purely playful, curious. He didn't tend to get jealous, as he didn't tend to stake claims on anyone. The rare occasions he'd agreed to exclusivity, it hadn't gone well, he didn't stick to it. \n\n\"In his old age my brother more often is helping train new specialists, he doesn't leave much anymore. I appreciate your understanding.\" He winked at his friend, watching him roll the dice and pretending he didn't notice the pained look. Bo laughed heartily at the tease, taking the dice and tossing them himself. One landed on a four while the other was a one. He smirked, sipping more whiskey before speaking, reaching over to put a hand on Stefan's forearm resting on the table. \"Bad luck, as usual. But,\" Another sip, looking into the other's man's eyes, \"Maybe not So Bad. What do you feel like doing, then?\"** He was truly up for anything. As long as he fell asleep with the right mix of hormones and/or chemicals in his system, it would keep the nightmares at bay." } ]	351.5	3,025
490.363636	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Adelaide Moreau", "message": "Two women, heavily armored, strode through the carnage of the eternal battlefield just outside the borders of Lestos. Adelaide always had mixed feelings coming anywhere near Lestos, and this time was no different. It was the site of Alexander's inexplicable suffering. It was the place of his death. Both things she'd rather not think on more than necessary. Unfortunately this blood-soaked land was exactly what she needed for this particular endeavor. The constant raging battles meant plentiful resources for her dark arts. The carnage and the lost souls were perfect attractants for demons, which were her specific prey this fine day.\n\nYvetta wasn't her first choice of companion, but she had her reasons for not bringing Alexander. The aforementioned traumas were enough alone, though he'd do it anyway if she asked, which was why she didn't. She ensured he was busy with another task then set off, meeting Yvetta on the road along the way so as not to arouse his suspicions. She also had told him nothing of the plans she had been brewing, just in case they were necessary. It may never be of need, but she hated feeling unprepared, thus this little bloodbath was concocted.\n\nThe promise of battle and bloodshed was enough to lure Yvetta out. Looking over at the other armored woman, Adelaide smirked under her horned helmet. She could almost pretend her companion was Alexander anyway, with the hulking size, rage in battle, and silence. Breaking said silence, the Wilted Rose spoke in a frosty tone, \"Remember, nothing of this to Alexander. Or I don't invite you to my personal fights ever again.\" She'd only formed a working relationship with Yvetta thus far; this was actually the first time the two women had ever been alone. Shifting to a more even, cool tone, she spoke as she scanned their surroundings, \"Be on your toes. This place should be crawling with creatures, but I see nothing. Either there was just a large battle and this is the lull, or the winner of said battle is watching us.\" Demons were cunning and cruel; she would know, with them being the source of her power. \n\nThe Knight of Dark Animation Felt More than heard the presence behind them. She'd developed somewhat of a sense for when demons were nearby, a skill she was glad to have and hoped to continue to develop. Turning with her chain-wrapped sword pointing out in front of her, the runes on the blade glowed bright green as her scarred left eye lit up purple. Spitting out angry infernal, she summoned multiple skeletons and a handful of zombies, the corpses pushing and pulling their way out of the soil around the two women to stand with them, ready. Adelaide shouted to her companion, \"Yvetta, now!\"" }, { "author": "Yvetta Melisant", "message": "Lestos was truly one of her favoured places, it was such a bright land where one was able to bath in flames and magma rather than water. The lands smelt of death and brimstone, already she had stepped in a few puddles of blood. Her longsword was tightly clenched in her hand, tight enough that one would almost swear that they could hear the creaking of metal if they listened close enough. In her off hand, her shield was ready to be used as both a weapon and a shield, with a metal outline it would certainly be able to take quite a good hit.\n\nYvetta was already breathing heavily through her helmet, not a single word was spoken in return. All that she gave was a slow exhale as she stared at Adelaide through her helmet. Even if Yvetta did speak to Alexander about such a thing, who's to say she would even be understood? The Burning Maiden had quite the way with words that few were able to actually understand. But Yvetta was prepared for combat, one was able to tell in how quickly she waws pushing forward, unable to stand still for even a second when the promise of blood being spilt was so close.\n\n.\nThen, she heard the shout. Her eyes went wide as something within her mind clicked. Yvetta was out in the front, prepared to take the force on headfirst. It almost seemed like her head snapped as she turned around, heavy footsteps as she sprinted with quite shocking speed towards the demonic entities. Even the demons seemed surprised. She slammed into the first with her blade, it's torso being ripped asunder from the force as it was lifted off the ground. It flailed in agony as it desperately tried to remove the blade, but the sheer force had slammed through it's ribcage. Yvetta slammed the poor creature into the ground, placing her foot against it's neck as she tore the blade out. The first of many, and she was already ready to jump for the second. Of course, by now the demons had gotten out of their shock and were already attacking. It seemed like it was a group of ten strays who had been attracted to the battlefield.\n\nOne leapt for her, and she defended her body with her shield, watching as it tried to get it's arms around the fortress. Unfortunately, Yvetta lifted up the shield and slammed it down, before stamping her foot into the chest of the demon. The poor thing was still alive as one of her abilities activated, the flesh of the creature hissed as she left a smouldering imprint in it's torso, before lifting her leg up and slamming down again against the weakened flesh." }, { "author": "Adelaide Moreau", "message": "With an infernal shout, Adelaide sent the zombies and skeletons charging forward. They entered the clash, tangling up each demonic entity for as long as possible. The zombies were a bit tougher, a bit stronger, faring better than the skeletons that exploded in scatters of bone. It was rarely worth it to heal the skeletons; they were so cheap to create and maintain. The Wilted Rose swung her sword down at a nearby demon, shadowy and shifting, the chain unwrapping itself to shoot out and swing as well, such that the demon got slashed then whipped on the back swing. As it fell, she continued her string of infernal chanting, and it's eyes rolled back in it's head as she revived it and sent it at its former allies. Holding out a hand, she channeled some healing into the now undead demon, so it might last longer. \n\nWith no little surprise, the Bane of Souls found it difficult to maintain her control over the dead demon. But she was beyond delighted that it was Possible. It opened up so many avenues and eventualities, should they be needed. Reserving her magical power to heal her undead and pull up more skeletons as needed, she primarily waded into the fray swinging her sword and bashing with her shield. Both, and herself as well, were covered in the dark blood of the demons before long. She thought errantly it might be worth harvesting some of the blood before they left.\n\nSeeing Yvetta out of the corner of her eye made Adelaide's heart sink for just a moment. Their styles were so similar, save the fire, it was hard not to think of him. She hated keeping this from him, but she felt it was for the best in the end. If they were ever to be free, it was necessary. She hadn't shared such ambitions with him, with no one really. It was a far off dream that she wasn't even sure was possible. But this was giving her hope, as she and her companion cut through demon after demon.\n\nBut the spark of hope was short lived. The sense she had built to detect demons was somewhat tied to her sending stone eye. So when it started throbbing in a rhythm, then escalated to stabbing pain, her fear rose. Looking around frantically, fending off attacks with sword and shield as she called a few zombies closer to her, she shouted to Yvetta, \"A bigger one has come!! Watch out!\" That was when she saw it stroll leisurely out of the nearby shadows, a grin full of needle-like teeth, and sharp eyes trained on Her." }, { "author": "chiren2178", "message": "Thinking some fucker like this" }, { "author": "Yvetta Melisant", "message": "The poor demon beneath Yvetta had it's ribcage stomped in, it's organs a mixture of burnt and crushed. The smell of a horrid sulfur wafted from the remains as Yvetta tore her boot from the wound and quickly charged the next. A sharp overhead swing sent her blade slamming into it's skull, the blade only made it about halfway down the head before she tore it out with a sickening squelch. A quick boot to the chest sent the corpse sailing away like it was a mere toy. Yvetta was Loving This. The smell of sulfur, the fires in the distance, corpses being left as a trail, it was such a Gorgeous Landscape. She could feel herself mumbling to herself beneath her breath, but she had nary a clue what the words truly meant. The ramblings of a madwoman, lost to the wind.\n\nThen, she heard the call. A bigger one had arrived? Her eyes snapped off of the little ones that she had been tormenting, and her eyes found her target. Oh, it was beautiful. She could already imagine how the ash would Sing Once it burned. Anointed in ash, blessed in embers. The metal hilt of her blade groaned under the pressure it was receiving as she charged forward. A war cry escaping her as she brought her blade up, ready to leap and slam it into the neck of the devilish bastard. Only to be struck by the hand of the creature and sent flying.\n.\n\nShe landed in a tumble, slamming against the stones beneath her before eventually coming to a stop. Using her shield to stabilize herself, she quickly pushed herself to her knees before climbing to her feet. The ones that fought the hardest always burnt the longest. Oh, she was excited and hurt. Fate was slowing down her flame and she would not have it. Once more placing herself into a ready stance, she glanced over to Adelaide. The Wilted Rose was a better tactician, she knew how to fight against larger foes with ease.\n\nBut there was no denying that mad spark that shone beneath the helmet, nor was there any ignorance in watching the blood drip from parts of her armour, igniting from the embers at her feet. Yvetta was ready to Burn. She was ready to grab onto the bastard demon by the horns and not let go until it was all turned to ash and cinders. Her shield was in front of her, ready to protect from any ranged strikes. She just needed to get under it's guard, and sink her blade into it. Then she'd be able to incinerate the horned creature." }, { "author": "Adelaide Moreau", "message": "Fighting to focus through the searing pain in her skull, Adelaide released her hold on the remaining skeletons, as they were just a waste of power now that the fight had escalated to this point. Few of the smaller ones remained, and she was fairly confident that with her pouring healing into the zombies, they could take them down given time. She wasn't sure if the pain in her head was just her sense for nearby demons or if this particular demon was able to manipulate the sending stone... An incredibly unsettling thought, but very good information for her to have, as long as they lived. It's dark eyes held a glow like blazing fire, and once it batted her large friend aside like a child's toy, it sped with a shadowy trail to stand in front of her. Addie met Yvetta's eyes for just a moment, giving one solemn nod. Even with her height, the demon had to be nearly twice as tall as she was, towering over her. It moved with incredible speed, and she wasn't able to dodge the hand that shot out in time.\n\nThe Wilted Rose's sword and shield clattered to the ground as she was lifted by the throat into the air. She struggled fiercely, her small gauntleted hands wrapped around its large forearm. For whatever reason, maybe the smell of demons already on her, it was especially interested in her, holding her in front of it and regarding her quizzically. Seeing the opportunity, she choked out as loudly as she could, \"Now, *NOW* !\" The creature was leaving itself rather open while it regarded her, perhaps Yvetta could find an opening. Growling, her eye fiercely glowing purple, blight began to spread from her hands on the creatures arm, slowly blooming and crawling up the limb. Where it appeared it left sizzling, rotting wounds that ate away the flesh. Meeting her growl with its own, the demon finally dropped her after a few minutes.\n\nRolling away, the Wilted Rose coughed and gasped in all the air she could before retrieving her weapons and finding a place behind her now freed up zombies. Holding her chain-wrapped sword high, the runes glowing once again, she nearly shouted the infernal summoning, a lich clad in deep purple robes materializing out of the shadows. His glowing purple eyes regarded her a moment, blankly, before he spoke in a gravelly tone, \"Mistress...\" Now speaking in common, Adelaide ordered the lich to attack, \"Stick to that demon no matter what, give it everything you've got!!\" Immediately, the lich floated speedily to the demon to aid Yvetta, casting more blight to progress the rot that had already begun on the arm. Panting for breath, her stamina draining quickly, Addie was determined to see this through to the end." }, { "author": "Yvetta Melisant", "message": "Already she was charging forward. Even as Adelaide was grappled and lifted into the air. Her blood was already leaking over her midriff, dripping on the floor from the wound she had. An odd side effect of her power was the sheen that her blood had. It almost looked as if gasoline had mixed with water, almost creating a rainbow like effect on the little drops upon the floor. As Adelaide grasped onto the creature's arm to spread blight, Yvetta ducked beneath her and managed to land a firm slash against the demon's stomach. It was a grand strike, cutting deep and leaving quite the mark. But Yvetta was not done. As she pushed passed the creature, she was quick to turn and attempt to impale her blade into the back of the creature, trying to spear through it's heart like it was naught but cattle. Unfortunately, with the speed that it had, it able to turn and catch her blade with it's hand.\n\nNow it was trapped within close quarters, and there was no deny the sparks that surrounded Yvetta, soon touching her blood. She ignited with a hiss, the power of the flames swarming her body as her blood BURNED. It felt incredible! Like the weight upon her shoulders was gone. She was free and within the flames. She was unstoppable, and she could take the world if she wanted. It was obvious the demon was not expecting such a power, just judging by the eyes of the creature. She released her shield, grasping the hilt of her blade with both hands as she began to push against the demon. Normally, a human would not be able to win in a battle of strength against such a beast. But with the Lich appearing, and the rot upon the arms of the demon spreading, there was no denying how the blade was beginning to slip through it's fingers.\n.\n\nMore of the demonic blood leaked down the blade as Yvetta took a step forward, using her weight and strength to push the blade further. Even if the creature was taller, nothing would be able to withstand the plan that she had for such a beast. She just needed the blade to sink into the chest so she could carve her way through. She wwould tear the chest asunder and rip out the heart with her bare hands if she had to. She would not be stopped. Could not be stopped. The flames crackled by her ears, snapping and popping. She heard the whispers of her past. The screams of those that burned. The call of the flame. Her heart was burning just from the feeling.\n\nShe needed more." }, { "author": "Adelaide Moreau", "message": "Adelaide had to admit, she loved to watch Yvetta work. The chaos of her companion's flames and the ferocity with which she wielded her blade were a sight to behold. It was somewhat reminiscent of Alexander's mad dash of violence, but the flames added a new facet that the former knight found most entertaining. Especially when it was the screams and growls of a demon being eaten by the fire. With the demon defending against two attackers and seemingly beginning to lose, the Wilted Rose pushed forward with her zombies to aid in somewhat closer quarters. The zombies joined the lich, taking whatever free space around the thrashing demon could be found, sinking claws and teeth into its flesh. Its howls in abyssal were music to her ears, a dirge she hoped to repeat over and over again. \n \nFeeling her strength fading, Addie kept some distance, knowing she couldn't dodge as well as she otherwise might. The lich was a large drain of power, but so often worth it when she found herself outmatched. The lich spread blight with ease, using claws to then rip away at the weakened flesh, tearing with teeth. It all made for quite a Wild Show. The Bane of Souls watched closely, throwing out the chain from her runic sword to whip or bind the demon's wrists or ankles as it tried to retaliate. She had to dig her heels in and grit her teeth to hold it, but she was able to disrupt its momentum enough to either stop or slow the blows that her allies were taking. The sharp ache just behind her glowing eye as well as the dizziness besetting her told her that they needed to end this soon.\n \n\nSeeing the large demon slowing, slowing, as it lost more and more flesh and blood to the barrage of attacks, Adelaide called out to Yvetta, her voice breaking in the middle of the sentence, \"Finish it... This needs to end!\" She could see the hungry madness the Ironclad Maiden's eyes and wouldn't Dare Taking this kill from her. Besides, it might perk up the interests of her her demonic lords a bit too much if they received the soul of a friend or acquaintance." }, { "author": "Yvetta Melisant", "message": "Yvetta's eyes were wide, staring at the demon as it slowly had it's flesh eaten by both flame and blight. She watched as it slowly wasted away beneath the attacks from the zombies. Flame and blight together, it was truly a gorgeous sight. She was witness to such a powerful creature being devastated by the elements. It's life being taken away by the forces it came across. Just like how it would be with flames across the world, each bit of fuel within the planet would be consumed and used by the fire to burn brighter and longer. Beneath her helmet, as she pushed the blade further against the Demon's struggling hand, she couldn't help but grin like a madman. \n\nAs the shout to finish it was given, she couldn't help but comply. She thrust the blade forward, severing the fingers of the beast and piercing through the shoulder. The beast howled in agony as she tore the blade from it's place. Grasping the blade, she spun it around and slammed the hilt into the creature's knee as she forced it to kneel to her. She was quick to slash it across the chest before aiming the blade to pierce through the organs, ribcage and shoulder blade. As it pierced out, she released her grip and slammed her boot into the chest of the creature, forcing it to lay back. It was practically dead from the assault, but Yvetta stepped forward, and grasped the blade, using her weight and strength to tear it through the rest of the ribcage. She was panting as she stared at the half burnt corpse. It was not enough. She was quick to place her blade against the throat of the demon, sawing through before she ripped the head off. A good trophy.\n\nShe threw the head to the side of the moment and removed her gauntlet. Her hand was already scarred, but she placed the blade against the back of her hand and quickly sliced through the flesh, allowing the blood to pour atop of the corpse, and quickly ignite. Her eyes stared as the body of the demon slowly withered away from the flames. It was so beautiful." }, { "author": "Adelaide Moreau", "message": "Once Yvetta began her happy butchering and the battlefield was clear, Adelaide dismissed all her undead with a wave, the breeze gently carrying away their crumbling forms. It literally felt like a weight lifted, and she regained a small bit of vigor just from releasing them. But she was still a bit tired. She'd been overworking herself of late, and perhaps it wasn't the best time to try this little endeavor. But she had to take the window when it was presented to her, lest she drag Alex here instead of Yvetta. He would ask too many questions she wasn't prepared to answer yet. And she hated the way his whole body tensed, the light left his eyes, anytime they came to Lestos. She had half a mind to burn it all to the ground, but that was a bigger project than she was willing to take on, especially alone. Looking over at Yvetta, however, mangling and burning the corpse of the demon, maybe it would be doable one day after all... But those were plans for another time.\n\nPutting away her sword and shield, she pulled a few empty vials from her pack, seeming to casually saunter over to the demon's head, discarded to the side. She took off her helmet, sitting it aside, picking up the head with gentle care, tilting it to fill each vial with blood then stoppering them and putting them away. For a moment she just stared into the black, lifeless eyes, her own blue green ones distant and cold, the wind rustling her fire red hair. She stood, unceremoniously dropping the head to the ground, and with great force began stomping the head until the skull cracked, broke, and the contents became a stinking mush of sulfurous flesh. She wore a grimace the entire time, huffing once the deed was done, and spitting on the pile of gore. Dusting her hands, she went to stand by Yvetta and admire her work, her expression unreadable.\n \n\nWhen Adelaide spoke, her voice was unusually small, for her, though no less filled with anger, \"I know it's not really... I know you don't really speak, but again, not a word to Alex. I wanted to see how I compared, without him, should it ever come to it. I have plans in mind... Not fully formed, but... Plans I'd like to see through, some day.\" When she looked at Yvetta, unshed tears made her eyes glassy, even more unusual for the former knight, \"He'll stop me if he finds out. He can't find out. I *Will* Protect him, at all costs, until the end of my days.\" Her eyes, though glassy, were fierce and determined, her jaw set with her stubbornness. It was rather written all over her now sweaty, grimy face how quickly she would dismiss and shun Yvetta if the other woman betrayed this small sliver of trust that Adelaide was giving." }, { "author": "Yvetta Melisant", "message": "The deed was done. The beast had become nothing but ash and cinders. Yvetta leaned down to take a handful of the ash, some of it still flaming and she watched as it slipped through her fingers. Such a beautiful thing, nearly perfection. In theory, it could be molded into absolutely anything, made to mimic anything, made to be anything. But would the ash ever stay in one place? No. Yvetta knew it would always move on, seeking out the embers of the next flame it could be apart of. It was the remnants of a beautiful blaze, and none could keep it in one place. Bits of it were stuck in her gauntlet, but she paid it no mind. It was not the first time she had been covered in ashes, and she hoped that it would not be the last. She took a moment to breath in the stale air, smelling the roasted flesh of the demon. Oh, it was Fantastic. It was Addicting. It was INCREDIBLE. The feeling of a freshly defeated enemy, as well as the smell of their charred corpse in the air?\n\nThere was no greater feeling.\n\nAs Adelaide began to speak, Yvetta merely tilted her head to listen for the moment. Her eyes did move in their sockets, staring at the woman from the corner of the slits in her helmet. It seemed to strange to her that she wished to hide what was practically training from the knight she travelled with most. Yvetta was unsure about the relationship between the two of them, nor did she particularly care. But she gave a mere nod in response. Her word would be her bond, even if she hadn't spoken. A promise to not tell a single soul about where they had gone, where they had went, where they had traveled. Though, it was certainly a shame she wasn't going to be able to brag about slaying a demon to Alexander.\n.\n\nShe would just have to kill something else.\n\nYvetta once more placed her cruel blade into it's sheath, the familiar weight returning as it hung in the air. There was something oddly comforting about having a bloodied blade by her side, she wasn't sure what exactly the cause was, but she couldn't deny that it made her feel right at home. For a moment, she was silent, before she turned towards Adelaide and spoke for the first time, her voice as gravelly as the grave. \"Now, what do we do?\" Her voice echoed slightly from her helmet." } ]	536	5,394
1,347.875	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Galal Salama Al-Malik", "message": "The Altiniyn recovered from their previous contract which left them devastated now once again find themselves back east. Though rather than at the heel of some foolish Imperial General they were led by their rightful master Galal. As they rode atop their steeds they did so fully alert preparing themselves for the battle ahead as scouts rode ahead to secure an ambush spot. Each one had wrapped their armor in cloth to silence the sound of clanking and their horses were already trained to be as silent as possible at all times to begin with. Though they were still beasts so things like blinders and muzzles were used to aid in this endeavor. \n \nAs they rode the spot in which they planned on laying their ambush became clear. It was off the main road towards the empire located in between to large hills perfect for them to lay in wait. They split in two to groups each one hiding just at the crest of the hill preventing themselves from being seen from a distance. Bows were prepared and with the trap set they simply began to wait as scouts kept an eye for any unexpected changes to their plans. \n\nNo banners were raised and heads were laid low as they waited for their prey as their target was some upstart lord. Killing him was the goal everything else was secondary. Like many petty kings and lords in the region they'd often start some sort of issue with the empire wether it was over land rights or that particular noble just wanted to prove themselves it mattered little to them. What mattered was they now had a contract on their head and their death would make them all a good bit of coin." }, { "author": "threesyn", "message": "... It was a place far beyond the comfortable borders of the Empire. Those accursed reaches thwarted even the gods from expanding their realms—icy hellscapes and desolate plains home to a hundred different clans and warlords. Some were simple barbarian tribes consisting of little more than uncouth savages. Others proclaimed themselves lords and kings. And there were those, as well, who claimed affiliation to the mighty Demigod Empire of the West, with long bloodlines tracing back to those times when highly organized Imperial armies yet made forays into these places.\n\nBut the eastern range was likely as diverse as the Empire itself. This place, in particular, seemed more toward the northern borders—adjacent Velaris and separated from the Empire's civilized lands by a nigh-on impenetrable mountain range. Unlike the border crossing to the south, which was wide open and protected only via the might of the Empire's armies, no army would manage to cross that mountain range.. And it's unlikely that the Elves of Velaris had seen much of their eastern neighbours at all.\n\nA place of seeming perpetual snow. Already, the seasons were starting to shift, slowly leaving the cold of winter behind for the promise of a comforting spring. But thick snow continued to drape over the landscape in these places eternally. The harshest of the winter months had already passed, but it was still frigid and freezing, and sunlight was scarce in this place. The nights were long and often filled with strange sky hues of blue, green, and other colors, though no one seemed aware of the cause. Some speculated them to be a form of mysticism, lighting up the skies with mana and sorceries. Others, however, believed the aurora borealis to be a natural phenomenon.\n\nWhatever the case, they effectively played into the rampant superstition that ran rife in these places—superstitions that often tended to have a good reason. Cruel men weren't the only danger that stalked these lands; those tales of hellish monsters and beasts were fewer rumours and more a fact of life. It was likely another consideration for Galal Salama Al-Malik And his Altiniyn - another thing they undoubtedly knew well. It probably hadn't been his first foray into these lands. \n\nHe probably knew the dangers better than anyone. Knowing what was happening so close to their realm would terrorize most Imperial citizens. But that's why he and his warriors existed, didn't they? While the Empire enjoyed a time of relative peace, it was a peace brought through what He and his, and People like him, afforded. Unfortunately, a peace without justice wasn't much of a peace at all; so too, the case of John Petrus Claude Perpenna, of House Perpenna. A thoroughly unimportant noble - the second son of an equally unimportant 'Imperial lord'.\n\nImportant enough to earn a bounty on his head. The boy, nigh-on twenty years of age, supposedly murdered his arranged marriage wife, deposed his brother, and took a large portion of their lord's retinue to these lands instead. Whilst most would be forced to stand trial and pay for such crimes, the boy now fashioned himself a lord in his own right - laying claim to an old, abandoned fortress in these north-eastern regions. And to be fair, he had made quite a name for himself. While he had a reputation for frolicking and general disregard for everyone and everything back in the Empire, his ego was large enough that he thought to fashion himself a king of his own realm. Sure enough, with a sizeable retinue of heavily armed men equipped in Imperial garbs, beating back a few barbarian bands wasn't the most difficult ever.\n\nJust another warlord to add to the pile. And why would the Empire care? He wasn't precisely within their borders anymore. But as with such things, the family of the murdered woman wanted revenge, and unfortunately—for this self-proclaimed lord—they did have significant political and financial backing.\n\nSuch things—considerations, motivations, history, and all those—only helped paint a picture. Still, they didn't necessarily fully display the ragtag band of half-starved soldiers that formed a poor, square formation. Ill-fitted and poorly maintained armor—mail, plate, and whatever else they could afford—clattered as the small army was en route back to their 'fortress'. Their prolonged sojourn in these lands - it must've been some months since they followed their lord here - had clearly worked its toll on them .. And many of them just looked .. Tired. As a leader, Galal would surely be able to recognize these things. Furthermore, while the army appeared to consist of perhaps fifty to a hundred individuals, only a tiny core appeared drawn from the lord's original household guard - some.. Fifteen, possibly twenty. As they suffered losses, they inevitably had mercenaries and gang-pressed savages replenish their ranks, malnourished and all.\n\nAs mentioned, and as had been considered by the seasoned mercenary, they were currently on the route - taking a central road through the region - a pathway through two hills. While those two hills weren't exceptionally tall, .. Not tall enough to be considered mountains, they did have a height to them, making it a Perfect Ambush opportunity. The hills were such that while perfectly traversable for a band of savvy warriors like the Altiniyn, they were cumbersome for carts to get over - several of which could be found amid the formation. The road, though largely frosted over and covered in a thick patch of snow, at least consisted of basic cobblestone, another old remnant of the Empire's presence.\n\nTheir target came into sight, too. Unlike his troops, he was garbed in regal, colorful armor—riding a massive warhorse. He had a sizeable girth, possibly as heavy as two or three full-grown men. However, his choice of arms appeared to be a single, artisanal rapier that hung from his waist—more of a ceremonial tool than anything else. His armor seemed to be tailor-made, considering his obese physique, which while making it protective also seemed to limit his movements considerably. Not that he seemed too concerned, as he played his hand at the role of a top-down general, waving about an ornate fan with which he instructed his soldiers.\n\nEven from a distance, his voice had an annoying quality to it. Something.. Nasal and .. High-pitched. There wasn't even a helmet to filter it somewhat because the man seemingly enjoyed his protection in the form of HEAVY ARMOR; he left his head wholly exposed. Who needed helmets, right? Especially with a bunch of hired meatshields to do the fighting for him!" }, { "author": "Galal Salama Al-Malik", "message": "The Altiniyn waited for the signal from their leader as Galal looked to the scouts who observed the foe carefully. The scouts quietly relayed information to Galal's group as well his seconds on the position of the foe so they could fire their arrows effectively into them when it was time. \n\nArrows dripping in venom would not be their foes only concern as Galal knew that once blood was shed it was only a matter of time before they'd attract a third party to the area. Though scouts had checked the area reporting back that they would face no trouble at least not for awhile. \n\nAs they waited Galal looked upon the sky's grandeur and though always finding beauty in its mystery he knew paying it anymore attention than this would be a waste. His days as a scholar were over and right now he must focus on what lay ahead. \n\n\"Yutlaq.\"\n\nThese words quietly left his mouth only audible by those around him as he loosed an arrow into the sky and as he did the lone arrow was followed by a hailstorm of companions as the company loosed their venom tipped arrows atop their foe. \n\nAfter firing they kicked their horses into gear as they began to circle around the hill firing another volley of arrows into the army. Galal's group circled in front of them as a volley of arrows came loose from their bows once more while the second group came from behind conducting a similar attack as they continued the circle rotation around the foe. \n\nThese nomadic men clad in chain and heavy lamellar let no noise emit from their lips, but allowed for their bowstrings to speak for them. \n\nTheir plan was to wear down this foe first and once they were weak charge into to shatter the rest should they not flee from the first few attacks. Though they would have to see if they truly will run." }, { "author": "threesyn", "message": "Her Expression was little more than a vacant stare, gazing off into a realm entirely of her thoughts and contemplations—matters of death and war, which her Mind Told her she should appreciate—VENERATE—but which the body, her every pulsing vein tried to reject. He lived and died by that code. And her mind inevitably ran back to some of the first words he shared with her. Someone of their ilk should appreciate death; it could come at any moment, strike like thunder and leave everything behind.\n\nA glorious end. No restraints. No courtesies. A path of beasts.\n\nBut even beasts try to preserve their lives, right? She thought it funny. What he appreciated the most was that which was telling her that there was something more to this—that the source of her rage was equally a bid for life. After all, even the fiercest forest animal tended to shy away from competitors occasionally; a full-out confrontation often led to injuries that couldn't be healed. Sometimes, a bear would be more keen to eschew a fight with wolves because while the former might trump over the latter, the confrontation would inevitably leave the creature injured - prone to infection and disease and all those things.\n\nThat's how she tried to rationalize it. He was a cruel, spiteful man in truth. A disgusting Human being who pillaged and murdered as he saw fit, a psychopath whose only interest in her undoubtedly boiled down to having someone around to lug his equipment. And the fact that she provided some heavy support while midst her animal aspect helped, too. But did he truly help her because of some selfless reason? She doubted that. Or, maybe she didn't.\n\nThat's what made it iffy. What did she care?? He went on and on about his 'warrior credo' and 'his techniques' and 'HARDIHARHAR YRSA, SMASH THIS' bravado, only to lose his life to a stray arrow. In a meaningless battle about as purposeful as service under this, her eyes glanced over to the pompous man atop his steed. She recognized those colors—that type of armor. She had fought for those people before, sometimes. Or, well, she wasn't Really Sure who they were? Her old tribe told stories of this ancient, eternal kingdom where dragons and demigods held sway. And there were other stories, too, of course. Ancient folklore of vast warrior bands, Armies, marching, and .. Then there were the southern conflicts in which even she did not participate.\n\nIt was rumored that whoever tried to go westward, through those steppes, faced an unconquerable warhost. That didn't stop warrior chiefs from trying their luck. But she hadn't yet heard of a successful raid in those parts - plus, it was too far away for her to consider the journey.\n\nThis man, however, looked nothing like that. He exerted himself just by existing. He led battles with the skill of a whelpling. Armor of his kind was extremely rare, but what did it matter if it only compensated for his eating habits? And she knew something about eating a lot. But those sorts of meals also required fighting, exercise, and stuff like that! A beer belly could only attain power with an excellent swinging arm and good hip movement! .. Quite frankly, she wasn't even sure why she was still doing this. It had been months since her master passed away.\n\nIt felt like .. She was doing things automatically. Didn't think about it. Even if her master was a cruel, disgusting bastard, wasn't that man also her cruel, disgusting bastard? He said to embrace death, but somehow, .. It just .. That didn't stop the gnawing in her chest. And this .. Noble? This warlord? His provocative comments on the day of her hiring left her exasperated and bored.\n\nNevertheless, it was easier to find work with her mentor. They didn't trust her. Something to do with her age, or, gender, or .. She didn't really get why. And at least this lord didn't seem to care. He just threw money her way. More bodies between him and the enemy, right? It just .. Hadn't left her able to make many contacts within this force. Attempts of fellow soldiers and hirelings to 'get along' with her inevitably had her brush them off, .. Doing her job but otherwise living an isolated existence.\n\nHer type's reputation didn't help much, either.\n\nPerhaps that's why .. She was slower on the draw than she should've been, disassociated. Her place in the long column emphasized that, as well, situated somewhere in the back with the rest of the mercenaries, though more toward the centre than the tail of the formation.\n\nIt wasn't clear what gave it away, though; that was too broad a statement; it's not so much that anything gave It away More than this.. Instinctual reaction to kick into gear. It may have to do with the location. It was a prime ambushing spot. And while they didn't precisely anticipate they would face a foe here, any warrior of a few campaigns would find themselves second-guessing a path along this road; the knowledge that Nothing would probably happen, but the nagging feeling that It was like inviting trouble to come to them.\n\nThat, and... She thought to smell horses. A lot of horses. It wasn't very obvious at all, but that made it worse. Well, they had horses in their retinue, but this was far more pungent and subtle at the same time—like horses trying to obscure their presence by positioning themselves according to the wind's direction. She knew these things because she hunted them sometimes—wild horses. They were faster than her kind out on open fields and plains, but she tended to get the better of them whenever a river of forest was involved. And the stallions put up a good fight, sometimes! Kicking with their hooves and all that. That didn't match her claws and teeth, but it kept her blood pumping.\n\nThe other people here probably couldn't smell them. She noticed that most Humans couldn't do that sort of thing. Her sense of smell was worse in her Human form, too, but it still wasn't that bad! They couldn't even smell a boar's urine from a decent distance. So when she thought to hear a light whistle, the slightest disturbance in what she Heard, she.. Lunged for a nearby rock.\n\n-\n\nWithin a figurative instant and seemingly out of nowhere, the sounds of arrows bouncing off, reflecting and Puncturing Armor, filled the road. It started with a mounted knight, one of the members of the lord's retinue, who received a projectile straight through the slit of his barbute helmet. It took several moments for those around him to register why his horse was suddenly stopping and why he started slumping over from his seat. By the time he crashed into the ground, half a dozen more around the formation collapsed almost simultaneously. The whistling of the arrows heralded the onset of Chaos, which soon erupted and raptured throughout the entire army; screams of pain, words of frantic confusion. Members of the household guard called out for their forces, trying to ascertain what was happening, but the silence with which the Altiniyn cloaked themselves and their approach meant that none registered them before several of the lordling's army had fallen. One of the arrows even managed to strike at the obese noble - he was, after all, their priority target. Unfortunately, he was one of the lucky ones; his armor was more ceremonial, but it also made him practically impervious to anything save a direct hit from a heavy poundage warbow; the arrow left a scratch on the colorful golds and blues but otherwise reflected and scattered.\n\nHowever, it exposed the lord to the true nature of warfare. His face had turned ghostly pale, and his eyes fell to the area where he felt the arrow scathe by. His boisterous words and hassling of his troops suddenly gave way to a set of frantic stammers and stutters, calling out for someone—for anyone—to HELP him and FIND out what was going on!! Horses! There were horses! And archers, and-\n\nUnfortunately, the members of his household guard weren't as inexperienced or as cowardly. A man, fully clad head to toe in armour, with a beak-shaped bascinet, quickly rallied the lord's direct retinue. Experienced knights on horseback came to the lord's protection, forming a cordon around him while they tried to get a grip on the situation.\n\nThe ordinary soldiery—the armed peasants and mercenaries—didn't fare well. With that single volley, Galal's horse archers eliminated what must've been a dozen warriors. The length of the formation meant that information was complex to come by, something the horse archers appeared to exploit with their encirclement. No one really seemed to be fleeing or running yet. There was a vast difference between the quality of some of these troops, and some appeared to be responding reasonably well. But the majority just didn't seem to know what to do - what they were facing, what they were doing, .. If it was even safe to run at all! This foe looked like .. Like NOTHING they had seen before!" }, { "author": "Galal Salama Al-Malik", "message": "These warriors were nomads at the end of the day and as such fought like nomads. Though the ways of civilized warfare were not unknown to them they just knew their way usually came as a shock to those they faced. Never engaging in a fair battle, ambushing their foes every chance they got, using poison, and in many cases never engaging in melee as taking them down via bow was preferable. \n\nThis of course earned them a poor reputation among chivalrous circles, but they had their own sense of honor in these matters however it was irrelevant now. Now all they were worried about it killing the foe before them. Each man pulling back on the bowstring feeling the strain it took each time a reminder for each bodkin loosed a life was taken. Yet there was never any hesitation in this action for this was natural to them now the act of taking a life, but it had not always been however this world has a way of making killers out of anyone. \n\nFor Galal this act had been natural ever since he was a boy as a result of his rearing. The man aspired to be a warrior and a scholar though nowadays the warrior portion of aspiration shown through the strongest. As his stead circled once more he crested up the hill for a moment breaking from the pack as they on track. \n\nAs he crested up the hill his right hand was aimed at his quarry. The lord and his bodyguard surrounding him had to be disrupted in order for a shot to be taken at them. In that hand power began to surge as a ball of flames formed in his hand. In a blink of an eye a sphere of fire had formed similar in size to a large stone. \n\n\"Kurat Naria.\" \n\nWas all he uttered as the ball now raced towards his target. Though he knew it would not kill them because of their armor it would still harm them. With them being densely packed the flames heated up their armor to the point where it would burn though not kill. Should any skin or leather be exposed that would catch fire with skin suffering third degree burns if fire was put out.\n\nThis would be followed up by a section of the men firing a volley directly into the bodyguard in an attempt to fell as many as they could. Galal at this point would dismount leaving his bow stop his stead slapping it on the rear to have it rejoin the pack as he began to make his way down the hill slowly sword and shield in hand. Though foolish he knew this would bait men to charge up the hill towards allowing his men to cut them down with arrows should any be foolish enough to chase him." }, { "author": "threesyn", "message": "There was nothing glorious about warfare, all the more so in these desolate and frigid lands. Whatever victory Galal and his men claimed would undoubtedly be written off and disregarded by any of the factions within the Empire. It was just another random, stray skirmish out in these lands beyond, another war that most of the Empire's populace would look upon with blind eyes. But it was deeper than that. Their comrades' bodies would be covered by snow before the morning, and they would not even be given the courtesy to rot, memories and dreams swallowed. How many battles like this had been fought here, and did they even matter?\n\nBut even that depth did not fully relay the intrinsic, boundless horror of war. What Galal Salama Al-Malik And his warriors understood was a secret to most of the Empire's warrior class—the secret that, perhaps, there was little chivalry to be found regardless, that there was more worth in living another day than claiming some feigned notion of honor. Even now, as his troops sniped arrow after arrow onto their foes, it was nothing short of hell; men were screaming, arrows stuck out of their eyes, and some lay wailing upon the ice-covered cobblestone path.\n\nIt was madness. Maddening. And... The less experienced of the bunch, likely on either side, would feel the effects of that in full. The difference, mayhap, is that Galal's warriors appeared trained well. Even their most inexperienced would've been given ample time to prepare for this. A fate strewn, as mentioned, from birth; one might claim that to kill a member of the same species was intrinsically against nature. It required ample brainwashing and an emotional detachment to even consider it. Most outright couldn't, and most wouldn't even be able to Injure Someone. There was a vast difference even between slaying an animal and slaying a fully Humanoid, fully thinking creature-\n\nBut Galal's men appeared to wield the grim reaper as well as they did their bows. There was no hesitation. And what made them all the more terrifying was that there was no jubilation, either. They just appeared like silent spectres out of nowhere, solely focused on their target. A rowdy, cheering foe might've incensed the other party to retaliate in kind; it felt Human To express those sorts of emotions. Instead, there was nothing.\n\nJust a void. And death.\n\nAnd the horsemen had chosen their targets well. Out of all the warriors on this field, the lordling's household guard- at least, Some of them- appeared to carry a modicum of experience. Of all the warriors at the lord's command, the levies, mercenaries, and gang-pressed peasants, those knights had the most capability to rouse their fellows and muster resistance - which was exceedingly dangerous and a danger Galal probably knew well. Even if their foe was currently outmatched, any meaningful resistance would've inevitably incurred losses on their side, too.\n\nAnd the battle hadn't been won yet.\n\nHowever, the initial stages were going well. Rampant fires had already started to blaze throughout the formation, lighting up the otherwise dark 'eve but simultaneously casting blinding shadows around the road's outskirts - fires drawn and growing from dropped torches and lanterns. Many extinguished as they touched the icy floor, but some were fed with oil, spreading rampantly. It somehow spread the stench of Death Throughout the area; that same smell some might associate with a successful raid on a village .. The aftermath of a battle. That deeply penetrative musk, which somehow crept into everything. However, Galal's sorcery, glowing like a miniature sun in the night, was like the culmination of that; the bolt paired with a deafening SCRREEEEESSSCCHH... As the fire forced air to displace violently and rapidly around it. A thick, wafting cloud of steam was left in the fireball's wake, which revealed - though the bolt itself did that well enough -that Galal's accuracy was real and found its mark. With an even more blinding explosion, the boulder crashed into the lordling's side - his leg, part of his horse, his armor - ... The force of which literally saw him fly from his mount.\n\nThe horse, too, was lit aflame, screeching hellishly as it charged uncontrollably in a random direction.\n\nThe lord's own wail followed soon. As Galal's anticipated, the armor managed to keep the man Alive, but parts of his body felt COOKED .. And his household guard - especially the man with the beaked helmet - turned to him in Alarm. Without a doubt, that spell was sufficient to end the lord's overall command .. His ability to Lead-\n\nHowever, ...\n\nThose household knights deserved at least some credit. The commander of the entourage - again, the man with the beak helmet - leapt from his horse and came to his lord's side; the flexibility of his motions even while garbed head-to-toe in armor a testament to his skill. He quite literally dragged the obese man out of the mud, the fireball having turned the ice below them into a filthy dirt-filled sludge, and dragged him over to one of the formation's carts so that they would have some cover from the arrows raining down on them. The man multitasked between That, securing this useless lordling and rampant shouting to his men - for whilst Galal's sorcery was potent and his horse-archers mighty, it also showed this veteran knight Who they were fighting.\n\nAdditionally, it was pretty clear they had it out for their master.\n\nThus, the battle started in earnest. With their lord in at least mild cover, the household commander shouted for his warriors to disperse - to which they did. The arrows pelting them inevitably felled three of their number, which was considerable; even taking down a single knight was an act of great skill. But three? A great feat. Nonetheless, they were not out of the equation yet, and many of them began to hound the circling Altiniyn with cavalry charges - forming smaller units of two, three and four to isolate pockets of horse archers and attempt a dispersal by cutting off their circular lines of movement with direct angles. Some used shields to ward off the hails of arrows, but even without them, their armour was thick, making the fight far less one-sided than it otherwise would've been.\n\nThe commander, meanwhile, ordered the levies and peasants to ready bows and crossbows, preparing to return fire.\n\n-\n\nAgain, there was nothing glorious about war. It was little more than a miserable pit of pain, horror, and all the things men loathed; thus, men loathed Them. In the West, amidst civilized society and even amid the communities of warrior chiefs and tribal barbarians, men and women venerated the ideal of the warrior—of the Soldier. What child didn't want to be a knight growing up? What children's tale didn't include a dashing prince atop a steed, garbed in armor and wielding a sword? — nay ..\n\nIt's likely because .. Those archetypes emphasized certain ideals. A certain romanticization of what all this was. Returning to the real world momentarily, the battle seemed waged predominantly between the lordling's household guard and their mysterious foe. The outer ends of the formation were already starting to crumble. Some of the more experienced warriors stood their ground, and some of the better-paid mercenaries knew well enough what to do - but it was like a Rippling effect. It started when one of the peasants threw down his weapons and ran for one of the hills. It encouraged another and another, and soon enough, the outer edges of the formation were dissipating into a messy, unorganized retreat. It was that tipping point, wherein the less experienced decided to make a run for it, and the more experienced still tried to hold on a little longer - trying to see if there was Any Way for this battle to turn around.\n\nAnd then there were the types who had enough skill at arms to matter but didn't have experience with this type of combat. And there were a Lot Of those. A good half-a-dozen men scurried out from the large column on the road to Meet Galal's challenge, charging up the path with little understanding of the archers that soon cut them down. Unfortunately for them, the sheer majority did not have armor suited for dealing with arrows. And even those that evaded getting punctured head-on found themselves incapacitated due to a glancing hit, venom seeping into their veins.\n\nIn other words, It was chaos.\n\nHIS ... Type-\n\nShe, Yrsa, managed to avoid the initial volleys through her early decision to leap into cover. It was a close call, too, as arrows Thumped Into the ground where she had just been standing and even more clattered against the rock she hid behind. It wasn't a huge rock - more akin to a small boulder about half her size, but it provided more protection than a shield or armor would. Even amid all this, all this Chaos, all this madness, she felt ... Tired and lethargic, eyes still as vacant as the moment before, as if nothing had really happened. And it wasn't an active thought, but her mind played back that scene repeatedly. Repeated his words continually to the point they drowned everything out and had for weeks.\n\nDid she hate it? Sure enough, despite apathy, she felt fear, too. Their forces were getting cut down by arrows. This foe was weird. Shouldn't she have said something when she felt this ambush was coming? Maybe this lifestyle wasn't for her. Perhaps it was just something he taught her, dragged her into. Did she even want to be a warrior? She huddled beneath the rock, bringing her knees to her chest, just waiting for it to be over when suddenly-\n\nHuh. Someone was... Calling out to her? Oh, yea. She remembered that face. It had a different expression now. But it was the same face that approached her a few days before. Though most kept their distance from her, he shared an ale - and told a story. Because he was an 'open-minded' person. Maybe he had some hidden motive, and she didn't have much interest in it, but it was a distraction.\n\nAye. His face was different now. Coiled up in pain. She saw an arrow dangling out of his shoulder. And just like her sense of smell alerted her to those horses, venom tended to be quite pungent, a stench she detected all around him. That's how she often knew not to eat poisonous, diseased or venomous creatures out in the wild; she could Smell It on them.\n\nHe was shouting now. His words didn't filter into her ears initially; she was too trapped in her own delusions to notice. But she did hear the last thing he said. Maybe it wasn't the last thing? But it was the loudest; ... A plea. A call-out. A demand. Because she was who she was, and what worth did she have if she couldn't even do that? Loathing filled the man's every word.\n\nNo. Maybe she didn't hate this. Maybe she just ... Put it into a negative light because of what happened. But her veins were pumping. Her breath was becoming shallow. She felt fear, which was no different from what she felt at her master's side. \n\nAnd that always felt good.\n\nThat's why his type never featured in the stories. They were in some, but only in those that cast them as villains, vilified as monsters. There were entire myths about 'slaying them while they were weak' - that they were invincible within specific timeframes but weak outside of that.\n\nWell ...\n\nMost of that was make-believe. But there was an element of truth to it, also. It was true that her master slew and spared her based entirely on his whims. That he took, plundered and ravaged as he wished; ate with abandon and left courtesy a mile away. Men of boundless rage.\n\nThat's why they were hated—they were the pariahs of the community. They didn't embrace war for what it should be but for what it was—his type. Her type. They recognized the horror and met it with open arms. The black tattoos drawn upon her face and arms were a testament to that—marks of affiliation, promise, and fealty to a particular group of people—to spirits of the land, those berserkir, embodying wolf and bear.\n\nShe was yet to be worthy of drawing the attention of someone like Galal Salama Al-Malik, who was undoubtedly focused on the battle lines, tactics, and such things. She had not yet earned the privilege to stand atop such a figurative pedestal. However, given his extensive experiences in these lands, he may yet recall that there were warriors in this land, too, who dedicated themselves mind, body and soul to their craft.\n\nThat was Yrsa, too. That's why they hired her. Many locals were far more reluctant to hire her because of the stark difference in appearance between a girl in her late teens with some tattoos and a veteran warrior of thirty summers. And, maybe, yes, indeed, she still had many things to learn. In these instances, however, she was apt enough to give a decent account of herself. Along with that, what those local warlords and nobles didn't know was that comparatively speaking? She was stronger than her master. ... If physical strength was the sole unit of measurement.\n\nThe confrontation with that man close to her, .. Well, maybe she'd have snapped back into reality eventually. But somehow, his intervention is what she needed. He was right! Perhaps she didn't feel much loyalty towards the lord person, but she'd be spitting on her master's non-existing grave if she just wailed around the entire time. And while she hated him, she didn't want that, either.\n\nHer fear manifested into a wicked, toothy grin stretching from one side of her face to the other. It was an evil, hellish expression - and the man close to her tried to say something more but found himself interrupted by it!\n\n\"This, I think .. Is truth!\" She quipped with a sudden spurt of almost jovial energy, pushing herself off the rock she hid behind. Her words were only audible to herself and the dying man close to her, but a thick accent laced them. A variant of the Imperial tongue, but heavily bastardized. \".. It would not be right to get the little metal thingies without the work. This, I have heard, is the truth. I know this because my Uncle said so. He said, you must work, then, you will get...-\"\n\nBefore she could finish her half-lecture, the venom of the arrow kicked into the man's system, and his eyes went white. He fell to the ground, entirely lifeless, eliciting from the berserker a moment of silence and a slightly baffled expression; he wasn't allowed to Die On her while she was still speaking, damnit! She might not have much of a stake in this battle, but that was rude, wasn't it?!\n\nHer retort came as an explosion of violence. Having pushed herself up from the rock, she suddenly vaulted over it and unhooked one of her axes. Meanwhile, she continued her momentum by rolling over the icy, slushy grounds before erupting into a hellishly fast sprint, taking her other axe in hand; she had two, and both left her hands as quickly as she had grabbed them, flung and cast towards two of the horse-riders with speed, power and accuracy fit for taking down a fully mature Elk." }, { "author": "Galal Salama Al-Malik", "message": "The counterattack they had longed waited for and for many were almost excited to see. The household knights that charged forth to cut off the men would quickly find that the nomads had been waiting for this opportunity. Now they were cut off from the rest of the group and as they shot straight for them they broke off encircling the knights. The ones at their front fired arrows arrows at them to keep them focused on them while those who came around the flank had drawn their lances sheathing their bows before quickly cracking them into the backs of the knights that surged forth. Those that did not get killed from impact or were spared the initial charge found themselves locked into mounted melee with men who were regarded as Mamelukes of the Al-Malik. Their maces were long meant for cavalry combat and for cracking into the plate armor of knights showing they knew how to open up these cans. \n\nMeanwhile the rest of the men focused down the remaining men still trying to reorganize themselves. With those not engaged with the knights they began to open up gaps in the formation allowing the men who were fleeing to escape with their lives. Of course they shot an arrow or two wound a few down to ensure they instilled ample fear in them to prevent their return. As for the foes in front of them it was noted by the sergeants in the formation that their ranged was preparing for a counterattack. With this a group of riders put away their bows and drew lances using the downward slop of the hill to pick up speed allowing them to crash into the ranged formation with enough impact to pass across to the others side. As the horsemen closed in on the enemy with more drawing lances to crash into the enemy skewering those trying cobble together a formation to hold. They targeted the pockets of organized men in order to continue to stoke the flames of fear into their foe. Now that they were close though the men could see their armor.\n\nThe men wore chainmail, padded armor, and heavy lamellar which encased these men. Some wore scale and resembled cataphracts of old while others wore full steel lamellar adopting the newer forms of armor. However what may have brought fear to their hearts was the steel makes they wore with their helmets. Each one a face that was not like their own and uncanny expressionless face to mask their humanity. When they landed a blow against a rider they could not tell if he felt pain or if he cared for the mask covered all while the armor made such attempts feel pointless unless they dropped the rider. \n\nHowever the two axes thrown by Yrsa landed true on the riders she had gone for. As the axes landed they cracked the lamellar plates shattering some of the ribs of the riders which forced them to pull back. Though they were heavily armored the impact of a hit meant to take down an animal the size of elk would surely break bone even if it did not penetrate the steel. \n\nThis caught the attention of Galal who noted two of his men pulling back. Their horses did most of the work of fleeing as the riders were clearly on the brink. As he caught eyes on the women he would quickly grab a javelin handle from a side satchel yelling. \"Rumh albarq!\" \n\nAn electric bolt shaped as a javelin would form as he threw it at her short as it was meant to catch her attention for when it landed before it the blast would not harm her rather catch her attention as she would've been too far away to do anything to her. \n\n\"'Ana khasamak alkharijiu!\" \n\nHe yelled in his nomadic tongue as he drew his sword and banged on his shield taunting her to engage him. At this point his men were tied up in the battle and would not be focused on cutting down challengers coming towards him assuming their leader could handle what was thrown at him." }, { "author": "threesyn", "message": "Yrsa was Not yet worthy, darnit...!! For sure, she took note of the gaze of the mamluk leader - standing atop his hill. He looked MIGHTY. And she had not even SLAIN half a dozen men?! At the dozen mark, she would consider herself worthy of his notice! And that was the bare minimum! To focus on a singular barbarian that wasn't even clad in proper armour, .. That was indeed folly?! But Galal seemed to have a mind for tactics beyond most. After her axes left her palms, she had already reached for the lengthy weapon held in chains upon her back — she released it with a Clatter And held it in such a manner as if that initial assault was only the beginning. He could see it in her demeanour, stance, and the way she had intended to move Towards His horsemen while they were being pursued.\n\nHis warriors were seasoned and skilled; that much was clear. But there was something similar to him embedded within her, too. It shouldn't leave much doubt that if left unchecked, if left without further attention, She would end up killing a fair few of his men before long. Her erratic movements meant that she was challenging to hit with arrows. She abused the movements of the knights to funnel horse archers towards her. And she seemed poised in such a manner as if she had dealt with charging horses before - even ones that ran away.\n\nThat did not make her significant. In the big scheme, she was utterly unimportant. Kill a few men here and there; what did it matter? But what Galal might notice, what he probably already had, was that her movements—her presence—seemed to question his warriors' invincibility. That's part of what made them so terrifying. They were this faceless, almost insurmountable horde, focused and disciplined.\n\nShe, on the other hand, was chaos. Even that single assault just now seemed to Steel The people around her. Sure, some of the levies were still fleeing, and that was only getting worse..\n\nThe rear wasn't crumbling as fast as the formation's other side, the front.\n\nIt had something to do with reputation, too. At least ... Somewhat?? It would've, Should've, had a more considerable effect. Instead, it was more of an. 'OH, DAMN... SHE'S ACTUALLY WHAT SHE CLAIMS TO BE??' - there was that level of confusion! Because ...? Given his point of elevation and his perspective on the entire battlefield, he could probably see it better than most. A human woman!!— perhaps barely into her eighteenth winter by the looks of it! Far younger than most of her kindred! Like the other savage barbarians of these lands, she seemed Tall - about as tall as him, if not taller! She had fierce, auburn, ginger-brown hair akin to a forest fire and two eyes piercing forth with an almost colorless, icy-white blue. Yet, despite her apparent youth, Everything else About her bearing and physicality screamed a history of a warrior. She had a larger build than most frail Imperial flower women, with broad hips and shoulders and a good bit of fat around the belly. Warrior's fat; meant to help her get through cold winters and wrestle Trolls. Her physical exertions meant she wasn't too big, but she was predisposed to gain weight- and she Liked Her mead and pork.\n\nShe looked more akin to a caveman than a civilized person, garbed in the furs and leathers of a bear. Neither did she seem particularly concerned about personal hygiene. However, there were a few telltale signs that someone, or something, had been taking care of her - someone Taught Her things and took her into the fold. For one, despite her savage appearance, her skin was marked with lustrous, expensive black tattoos, signifying her as a member of a berserker cult.\n\nAnd while her hair was a bird's nest most of the time, parts of it were kept braided simply due to the practicality of not getting it in her face mid-battle.\n\nTo the barbarians and mercenaries around her, it was similar to being in the presence of a knight from a renowned martial order. They may vilify and loathe her type, her master's type, but a berserker on 'their side' during a battle wasn't exactly nothing. In his native land and surely amongst his soldiers, Galal Salama Al-Malik went by the name the 'Desert Drake' - foremost amongst his peers.\n\nYrsa was known as the 'Claw-Marked'. An inaccurate translation from another language, in truth. It was more akin to 'the one cursed, or blessed, by the touch of a beast'. It was a fitting name, but it also invited loathing and disgust, tales of dark witchcraft, sorceries and pacts with evil forces of the natural world.\n\nSome in her immediate environment seemed to observe her through that lens, with that sort of apprehension. She was not an inspirational figure or a leader like Galal.\n\nNonetheless ..\n\nIt was getting the warriors around her to fight, too. The man's disruptive tactics did work very well; his warriors' harassment of the lordling's archers meant that only a few pockets of ranged infantry managed to get anything off at all. The knights were meanwhile struggling to keep up with the horse archers, but that also meant that the entire battlefield was something of a mess at the moment; there needed to be an effective corridor through which warriors could Escape...! Horses were EVERYWHERE. And the standard levy, spearman or squire didn't have much choice other than to try and.. SOMEHOW, fight.\n\nHis judgement was sound: While taking out the knight commander might be 'better,' eliminating this youth would probably be what the mercenaries and savages required to flee outright. Therefore, she was useless - not important enough for him. But..\n\nHe made her into that. \n\nHis expertise on the battlefield was such that he could dictate precisely that.\n\nWithout the barbarians, mercs and others, .. It would only be the lord and his retinue. Easy pickings.\n\nHis lightning spear was like the proclamation of a duel, lighting up the darkness of the night if only momentarily. And though it hadn't been intended to hit her, it was Intense — Yrsa shielded her eyes .. And the sound had her clench her teeth. Her physiology had Many Advantages. For one, her physical feats and overall performance in most categories were significant; she was strong, fast, quick, and teetering toward that edge of 'beyond Human confines', wherein she had enough physical strength to easily overpower a fully grown Orc. And her growing, bestial instincts only added to that. The downside was that she seemed to shy away from loud noises like thunderclaps, fire, and lightning; she also had many weaknesses derived from her ursine form.\n\nFor the moment, that probably wouldn't come to the fore yet. Her reaction was, by all accounts, quite normal. However.. That connection, that brief moment of Instinct, brought her teetering closer to her Other Aspect. Her reaction was instinctive; hence, .. The wheels were starting to turn.\n\nHowever, that time had not yet come. Galal's proclamation had been received, for Yrsa lifted her eyes toward him and beheld his stare - mask or not, as if she knew where his eyes were based on how he looked at her - straight-on, locked, solidified. She looked confused for a second, connecting to her earlier thoughts; .. Did she not need to kill more of his men?? But then, he voiced his intent in that language she did not know - despite that, knowing Exactly What he said. The banging of his sword against his shield said more than enough.\n\nHer head tilted aside with an element of curiosity. On her end, she had gripped firm about the pole of what seemed to be— .. Could it even be called a weapon?! It looked like a STAFF with ... With some sort of metal bit at the end and spikes and — it looked far too heavy for one! Some sort of STAFF MORNING STAR but without the quality craftsmanship that such a design would entail. Just a stick with a hefty metal bit and spikes for smacking and piercing!\n\nThe way she held it displayed that she had used it. A lot.\n\nOf course, such things would only surface after a suitable exchange or two - and that came quickly. There was a brief pause after Galal threw his spear, a short moment of Recognition - that she would abide by his challenge. That's what her eyes said. But with that done, it Began.\n\nThere was almost something animalistic about it. The berserker suddenly broke into a hellishly fast sprint again, similar to what she had just shown but Faster To compensate for the incline; her large and hefty build didn't seem to slow her at all. Further, it was Stable, and considered that even if she trusted this leader to honor his challenge .. He still had archers primed and ready.\n\nFurther, to rush at him without any sort of method to occupy him was foolish; she could see it in him - that he was probably quite seasoned. Amid her charge for his position, keeping her maul in her left, she crouched during one of her advancing steps to pick up a stray spear that had fallen on the ground during the battle, almost seamlessly continuing her charge by throwing forth her foot and posture the second she had - thereby powering a spear throw aimed for the man's Horse. Given his mastery over his animal, she did not doubt that he could see it coming, that he could do something to ward against it - but that spear throw had enough of a punch and speed to it to get through all but a rock. It was heftier than her axes and carried more of her weight and power in the throw!\n\nIt was an attempt to distract him, of course. With it, Yrsa rushed through the remaining distance between them, aiming to close it by the time Galal readjusted - or close enough to it." } ]	1,091	10,783
305.75	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Pride", "message": "War drums beat in their hundreds, horns resounded the mighty calls as the legion moved forth. The army of the realm of Aeterna's Imperial City itself, The Legio Titanicus, the knights of *Pride.* In their tens of thousands did they march, the earth quaking below their boots as the strode to the field of battle- ready to face and lay low the enemy that has amassed at their borders.\n\nAhead of them all, astride a white lion of Titanos' own creation, was their leader. His white and gold armor shining like the sun, his white hair like the purity of light itself. There sat the last remaining Demigod of War, Pride Malcorin. With a wave of his hand flags raise all within his legio, halting the march while the demigod took a good look at what he was facing.\n\n\"*Rabble... To dare stand against the child of war is to throw yourself against the mountains of Forstead. Even in your thousands can you not move me from where I may be.\" He felt it, a white hot burning within his chest, his very heart beating faster as the anticipation of battle grew closer and closer. To some it brought fear, to others uncertainty, but to Pride it was nothing if not Fulfilling.* It made him excited, it drew out his very being, a joyous thing he is born from. Victory over battle and war are his alone to claim for he is born of their very essence.\n\n \nWith another raise of his hand did flags raise high, preparing archers and artillery for the command to fire. Thankfully he'd had a town to make his base of operations before the battle, he'd had time to collect and organize all the assets he needed for victory- while his enemy came from the wastelands, hungry and ill-prepared.\n\n\"Tribal scum... A shame you have fallen from the grace of the Gods. I will bring their judgment down upon you, be thankful of their mercy for I will be *Swift.\"\n\nNow he awaited the tribes advance, giving him atleast a few short hours to make sure his men are rested and prepared for battle. Mercenaries filled the auxiliary, those who merely wished to fight could also join, while the true knights of the legion began to silently mutter their oaths of battle." }, { "author": "Henri Henrisson", "message": "Henri arrived at the auxiliary wing, joining the ranks of his fellow dwarves. Most of them were men he already knew, after all the best in the business are very well acquainted with each other. Mercenaries weren't hard to come by, true, but so few are the men who wouldn't run away in an instant. \n\nHe and his friends are one of those few.\n\n\"Lads!\"* He calls out to his friends, all of whom turn to him as if he was their leader. He wasn't about to make a grand speech though, that was far suited to the noble type. He knew exactly how to increase morale. \"How about we make a wager? 20 coins a dwarf, whoever gets the most kills gets it all! Who's in?!\"\n\nThe men cheered, and soon enough, they were crowding a little in order to place their bets. Whoever wins gets more than triple, even quadruple- regardless of whatever \"Ple\" It may be, he'll make sure he'll come out of this battle a richer man than he was before! \n\nAfter the commotion had died down, he joined the ranks again in the front, blunderbuss in hand and an axe in its scabbard by his side. He was eager for a fight, it had been so long since he stretched his little toes. And scratched the itch of his trigger finger." }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "The rumble before battle, the trembling of the earth and the shaking of trees and stones. It always filled Pride with anticipation, his heart beat quickening and his senses honing in. It was a sound and sensation that felt purely euphoric to the demigod of war. Battle and war in all of their sensations was the very essence to which Pride was sired from, the very being of war itself was his father, a shard of the greater diety of war- but he was the last of said shards. He was the last of his brood, thus, by divine right this was His Domain.\n\nThe barbarian horde drew closer and closer by the second, ragged ranks of thousands, crude weaponry and even cruder tactics. They shouted and bellowed like berserkers, frothing and animalistic creatures. The enemy drew near and now was the time to begin.\n\n \nA voice like thunder boomed across the land, carried in every directions and heard by all. The voice of Pride, a manifestation of his divine lineage, boosting both the morale and physical capabilities of his soldiers. Stamina, strength, resolve and every other sense or trait of battle was enhanced, blessed by the power of Pride himself.\n\n\"*LEGIO, YOU WILL FOLLOW MY BANNER DOWN THE CENTER, WE WILL CARVE A PATH. CAVALRY, TAKE YOUR HEAVY HORSE LEFT. AUXILIARY, FROM THE RIGHT. AWAIT MY SIGNAL.\"\n\nThe orders for war have been given, more to come naturally, but for now the plan has been given in its simplest way. No room for error, no room for doubt.\n\nThe ringing of a sword shimmered through the air as Pride drew his blade. Turning his mount and raising his blade high, the demigod unleashed the totality of war. He brought his blade down swiftly, a command, and within a heartbeat did catapults hurl their stones and archers littered the skies with arrows.\n\n\"GRANT TO THESE BARBARIANS ONE THING.\"\n\nThe demigod held his blade high as his mount turned to face the horde, the barbarians now within distance for a charge.\n\n* \n\n \n\nHorns resounded all around, the order to charge had been given. And so it begin in earnest." }, { "author": "Henri Henrisson", "message": "Upon the call of the demigod - which the dwarves were more than happy to follow simply because he seemed to be able to live at the end of the day and pay them unlike their past employers - the Dwarves formed up in battle formation proper, blunderbusses and axes ready to be struck at the endless hordes. \n\nAlongside other auxiliary units, Henri readied his weapon, watching the charging forces before them. Soon it'll be their turn to bring death to the enemy, but patience was a virtue of its own... He shall wait for a signal.\n\nHe did not have to do so for long.\n\n FIRE!\"\n\nWith the horns sounding and the booming voice of Pride echoing across friendly lines, the rank-and-file auxiliaries proceeded to unload their weapons on the enemy. The crackling of their weapons filled the air, and so did the smoke emitted by the shot of their early-stage rifles. Many fell to their ranks with just a shot, but many more replaced them, stepping over their fallen comrades. With the enemy only a few paces away, the dwarves put away their weapons, pulling out their axes. Henri included.\n\n HEARD THE BIG MAN! DEATH TO THEM!\"*\n\nHe counter-charged, driving his axe on the shoulder of an armorless barbarian. Soon, like the legionary center, they descended on the hordes with ferocity and bravery. Henri sliced and hacked his way through the thick skin, skulls, and flesh of his foes, many falling to him." }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "His hand was raised, the order wavering on the precipice of absolution. Any other tactician would have made the call sooner, normally believing themselves to need a larger distance in order to fully get their horses and men into a true charge- not true. Pride knew of the powder carried by his auxiliary, the strength of his cavalry and the might order his men, thus the command was given when the enemy were well within range of shot and charge alike.\n\nHis hand moved down, the command given, horns resounded from all around with their powerful calls to signal the charge to begin.\n\nRifles puffed black clouds of smoke and fire, the auxiliary did as commanded, he'd make sure they received an extra hot meal as thanks after all was said and done. But now was not the time for that, now was the time for him Charge.\n\nHis forces split seamlessly, his cavalry taking to their side while the auxiliary to theirs and his men charged the center with him as the spear-head. His White Lion of Celestial birth, Ikabad, roared as the demigods magic worked it's wonders- a sword of great length and strength appeared in his hand with a flash of gold and white light while his lion drew him closer and closer.\n\nOnce within range did the demigod of war begin his deadly dance, his blade carved a path forwards while his men behind him formed a crushing wall of iron. With the three prongs of his attack well in play- the auxiliaries crippling shot, the heavy horses mighty charge and the grinding wall of men coupled with the charging line of Pride, it was indeed a swift victory. Almost." }, { "author": "The Narrator", "message": "A voice thundered over the battlefield from within the barbarians ranks, a pathway was cleared for it within moments and quicker than should be possible thanks to he and his horses heavy armor did a barbarian clad in black plate charge at the demigod of war." }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "* \nThe demigod bellowed in reply, charging at his foe without delay. The two swung weapons, heavy axe clashing against sword, the boom that resonated blew up dust and dirt all around them to the point the battle seemed to slow for a moment- a circle forming around the two leaders of the armies clashing against one another, The Barbarian Chieftain and The Demigod Of War.*" }, { "author": "Henri Henrisson", "message": "Henri alongside allies and friends, cleaved, chopped, and axed his way deeper into the enemy frontlines. Where many men would stand shoulder to shoulder in order to protect themselves with strength in numbers, his mercenary friends split and proved their own combat prowess whilst being outnumbered and split up.\n\nThey were dwarves, men who welcomed and prepared for death rather than living in fear of it. Even if they were struck with spears at all sides, so long as they died honorably, they'd accept it. However, what Is* Happening is the opposite - dozens fall as they swung their axes and destroyed all that came in their way, neverending hordes falling to their tenacity and vicious violence.\n\nIt was then when Henri found himself overextended, his allies still stuck behind hundreds of barbarians. He, however, was now only dealing with a few handful ones. He personally struck them by the knees, thigh, or with a swift chop to the forehead as he leaped as far as his feet could bring him to. When they fell, only then did he realize what was happening - he was Behind Enemy lines now.\n\n\"Lads? Farund? Avegar?\" He shouted to no one hearing him, still clearly distracted by the commotion and the status of being completely surrounded by countless men. \"Bah, I'll go back myself!\"\n\nAnd so he trekked back to where he charged from, his entire body bloodied - but not with his own blood. Soon he discovered a lull in the fighting, not because of a truce he hadn't discovered, but because of the most glorious fight he ever saw.\n\nPride and a Chieftain battling it out in a personal duel.\n\nHe had half a mind to jump in and intervene, or chop up the audience while they're clearly distracted. He held himself back, just holding his axe as he watched in awe.\n\n\"Kick his sorry arse for me and my ancestors!\"" } ]	322.5	2,446
416.8	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Galal Salama Al-Malik", "message": "A letter, a location, and a comrade was all that was required to spur this fool into traveling hundreds of leagues to this forsaken place. Even more foolish he traveled alone leaving the rest of his men handle to tasks back home, but even if he had known he still would've had them stay back. At the edge of the forest he would dismount from his noble stead patting its head as he did so. He would remove his travel clothes and clad himself in steel for he knew not what to expect, but was not about to go in without protection. A blue silk shirt went on first before he put on his gambeson than his chain and finally the Jazarant. Putting on the last pieces of his armor he would than put his helmet on attaching his face mask as he did. The man would than arm himself before saying a quiet prayer to the goddess for luck before entering these woods. \n\nEvery step was with purpose and with each one he took one step closer to what could be his doom for only an after hour in he would see the ruins of what he could only image to be a crypt of some sort. The letter made mention of this and so with caution the mortal would step into crypt despite what his gut was telling him. \n\nThe dark bothered him little as years of fighting in the night from battling in the frontier had sharpened his senses and with each step he took care to not make anymore noise than what his armor would allow. He dare not even let a single word slip from between his lips for fear of whatever in this crypt could be holding. \n\nAs he studied his surroundings his eyes would widen as he studied the architectural style of the crypt. Though it was dark and he could not capture every detail the scholar within him deduced that this crypt was ancient, but not only that the beauty in its construction told him it had to be important. \n\n'Goddess let my man live or else woe be upon what has brought upon his end.' \n\nGalal thought as he continued his descent deeper and deeper into the crypt." }, { "author": "Alekhya of Asmodeus", "message": "Alekhya hummed an eerie tune to herself as she slithered through the unlit corridors of her mother crypt, the construct was nothing short of breathtaking having been crafted by a goddess. The walls were littered with memorabilia of the girls youth and time under Scipio. Ancient vases rested upon carefully crafted pedestals, ornate blades and spell books nailed onto the wall, all of which surely worth a fortune- that or housing unbelievable secrets. \n\nThe demigoddess had only recently woken up a few days ago, her peaceful slumber induced by The Goddess of Death Mortem, her own mother, interrupted by a pair of unfortunate travelers seeking treasure in an untouched cyrpt far from mortal reach. Alekhya had been roaming the halls of her crypt for the time being, the whispers of her father infiltrating her mind and filling it with rage. How dare Aeterna turn their backs on one of their greatest soldiers? How dare Noctis and Pride, her dearest friends, forget her and leave her to rot in such an unholy land. The girl screamed with agony as she recalled her woes, her shriek echoing through the halls of the crypt like a banshee scream as she held her head in her hands. Though her agony was interrupted by the familiar sound of rusting metal- of armor... Of man.\n\nThe demon giggled to herself before cloaking herself, her porcelain flesh unraveling into wispy smoke as she vanished from sight and made her way towards the delectable sound of armor. Though she had roamed the crypt for a few days, the layout was still a labyrinth to her filled with forgotten memories of a girl lost to war and agony. The woman then spoke, her voice traveling through the stone halls and grazing across Galal's ears like a sultry whisper. \n\n\"Hast a great soldier come to save me?\"\n\nAlekhya's voice was enticing and sultry, the syllables of her archaic speek bouncing off her tongue like cyanide laced honey too intoxicating to put down despite its bitter taste. She wondered how so many mortals have found such\n\nA place, why have three traveled into her web in such a quick succession? She only hoped this one was as delicious as the previous." }, { "author": "Galal Salama Al-Malik", "message": "A scream? \n\nThe man froze in his steps hearing the wailing and as lightning shot up his spin. Without even thinking the rasping of his blade being slightly drawn betrayed him as he realized the foolishness of making such noise. Such screams he had only heard from the burning of villages not the depths of a crypt. What followed was something he could have never expected for when he went to take another step he would hear the voice. \n\nThe voice which spoke out from the crypt was all that was needed for him to finish drawing his steel for even though he had not truly determined if he needed it everything in his body was screaming at him to do so. His legs longed for him to run not towards it but away for something in his body was telling him what he faced was nothing he could handle, but either due to his own foolishness or fear he took another step forward blade drawn. The voice enticed him forward, but he did so knowing what lay before him could be his doom. \n\nHe stepped closer to where he heard the voice taking it slowly until he stopped where he believed he'd be a few yards away from where the voice was. \n\n\"Sharara\" Whispered from his mouth as a torch on the walls contents was lit aflame and light now filled the area before he repeated it a few times to light up the area around him. \n\nWith the lights on one could easily see the warrior in a brown Jazarant with a beautiful red cloak with a steel medallion on the front bearing his family crest. His blade held forward ready for what may come next was easily visible with the names of the previous wielders names written on the side, but from a distance one would only see the ornate inscriptions rather actually be able to read the names." }, { "author": "Alekhya of Asmodeus", "message": "Alekhya's vermillion eyes widened as she finally caught sight of the man at the end of a long corridor. She saw him clearly even before he muttered his spell to ignite the torches. He had quite the build, he seemed like a man who's taken a beating or two... Just the thoughts of it made the lashers protruding from her back writhe with excitement. The last two doves who wandered into her nest were nowhere near as strapping as the man before her. \n\nThough the halls were now well lit Alekhya remained hidden, the faint vermillion glow of her eyes the only telltale sign that Galal was not alone. With a whistle of wind Alekhya tunneled towards the man and slithered around his body until she was at his back. The woman clicked her tongue a few times before the wispy smoke that made up her body weaves itself into soft flesh. \n\n\"Thou art gallant indeed...\"\n\nHer voice was more human than before, a sultry and enticing voice filled with false promises and deceit. The woman then slithered her hands around the man's torso, her clawed fingers making an awful sound as they grazed across his plated armor. Her left hand remained planted on his chest while her right slowly trailed its way towards his neck. As she embraced him she leaned over his shoulder and took a peek at the hilt of his blade, squinting as she read the etched names in the blade. \n\nAfter a tense moment Alekhya removed herself from the man's touch and vanished from sight once more. While cloaked she danced around the man, circling him as if she were a lioness hunting a bison. \n\n\"Tell me little dove, what hast brought thou to mine Temple\"\n\nShe laughed a maniacal and girlish laugh before moving closer to his ear and whispering. \n\n\"Dost thou wish to know me?~\"" }, { "author": "Galal Salama Al-Malik", "message": "For this first time in his life Galal he knew not what to do as whatever he thought was before him now signaled it was behind him. Before he could even move she was upon him for even with the mere moments he had he could not react fast enough as the voice was now upon him. \n\nThe voice once more spoke as he felt it's body near his and his mind betrayed him as the voice almost soothed him. However as hands wrapped his torso he tried to turn to swing his blade, but his body betrayed him though his mind commanded it the body would not yield as it stood frozen. Something was stopping him some primal knowledge in the back of his mind warning him what he faces is nothing like what he has ever seen before. As the scraping of the claws grazed his plate and one leading up to his neck he would peer to his side seeing the assailant for a mere moment before she disappeared. \n\nHe snapped out of it as he than drew his shield and hearing the voice once more he thought that he could at least speak to it to buy him some time. \n\n\"I come for one of my men his name is Rayhan and his brother.\" \n\nAs he finished he would hear the laughter before her whispering into his ear. No longer shocked he would move away quickly turning back to try and see behind as he spoke quickly. \n\n\"By the Goddess who or what are you?\" \n\nThe man's voice remained steady despite the situation and was remaining calm as he knew better than to wildly swing or cast at what he could not see. \n\n\"Shai.\" He said quietly as he waited for a reply as the spell ignited his swords blade as flames come out from it. This was mostly to help him see as though he did light the torches around him the dim light cast from such ancient devices could only do so much." }, { "author": "Alekhya of Asmodeus", "message": "Alekhya revealed herself once more at the end of the hall. The woman's back was turned to Galal with her hip popped out as she raised her arms above her head in a suggestive pose. Whilst she posed the lashers protruding from her back rose into the air and stared at Galal with an intense hunger in their glowing eyes. The two lashers then lowered themselves as Alekhya turned her head over her shoulder. \n\n\"What dost thou see when thou looks upon me?\"\n\nAlekhya disappeared for a mere moment before reappearing a few paces closer to Galal. The demigoddess gaze lingered on the man as she moved closer to him, accompanied with a flirtatious yet uncanny smile. \n\n\"A witch?\"\n\nAlekhya then chuckled, raising her clawed hand to cover her mouth as her smile turned wicked. Once she finished her laughter the woman's form twisted into a demonic one, her flesh turning to pitch black mist with a canvas of shadow as a face with two glowing red eyes and a tiara made from ivory. \n\n\"A god?\"\n\nAfter speaking her shadowy form weaved itself back into soft flesh as she tilted her head to the side. \n\n\"Perhaps something more?\"\n\nThe woman then laughed a maniacal laugh to herself, as if she enjoyed her own theatrics before tapping her bottom lip with her clawed finger. \n\n\"How did thine comrade learn of this place? Thou spoke of a pair of doves... I could take thee to them, if thou answer some questions hmm?\"" }, { "author": "Galal Salama Al-Malik", "message": "As the gears turned Galal knew whatever he was facing was ancient it had to be. By the way she spoke as well as what he has seen so far in thus crypt whoever she was had to be from a different age at the very least. Though despite his scholarly curiosity he could not dwell on that for any longer than he had already. He remained steady flaming blade in the right and shield in the left though he did not know how much good it would do. \n\nMovements though alluring had struck him with a sense of unease as he could not identify why she would do that. Though it clear she was toying with him for if she wanted to kill him it was clear she could've done so very easily for despite his martial prowess it mattered little if your foe could do what she could do. \n\n\"I see an ancient being of great power and unfortunately it seems I have trespassed in your domain.\" \n\nHe spoke to draw it into a length conversation so he could at least think of a way out of this situation, but than when she spoke of taking him to his men a cold chill went down his spin. By the Goddess he knew it couldn't be that simple, but if she had questions if answered properly he may be able to save their lives or at least recover their bodies for their family. \n\n\"I know not how the two found this place, but I do apologize for their foolishness. As for other questions go ahead and ask.\"" }, { "author": "Alekhya of Asmodeus", "message": "Alekhya smirked at his description of her, it seems not all mortals were as insolent as they made themselves out to be. She was enraged at the idea of Mortals Ruling the realm that she fought so hard to protect, the same world that cast her out due to the madness they induced upon her. She then winced as the rational thoughts left her mind and we're replaced by ones of depravity. The long lashers that's sprouted from her back slithered through the air towards Galal like a pair of demonic serpents. Their beaked skulls and glowing red eyes scanned him meticulously as they swirled around him, leaving him surrounded by levitating feathery ribbons. \n\nWith a flash of movement, Alekhya was once again upon the man. Her lashers formed a seat of sorts that she sat upon in the air, her legs crossed in a provocative yet domineering stance as she rested her head in her palm. She stared at the man through her lower lashes, gazing down upon him with an intense stare before licking her lips. \n\n\"What year is it, Little Dove?\"\n\nAs Alekhya spoke she crawled down from her lashers, placing her hands on the man's shoulders as she planted her feet upon the ground once more. The demigoddess scanned the man's features from up close, her almond eyes dancing across his figure and up to his features slowly as she backed away from the man slowly.\n\n\"Hast the great Scipio fallen? Dost thou even know of him? Dost thou know of me?\"\n\nAlekhya giggled to herself before approaching a nearby corridor leading to a large room in the crypt filled with glistening white flowers and a pair of humanoid statues. She stopped once at the corner, half of her figure hidden behind the wall as she peeked out from behind it, her lashers slithering through the air behind her as she glided through the crypt. \n\n\"Dear not little dove, for thine friends are here with me. Dost thou wish to join them?\"" }, { "author": "Galal Salama Al-Malik", "message": "If Galal had been a lesser man he may have given into the knee jerk reaction to slice at the ribbons before him, but he knew better. This was her domain and should he act foolishly he could easily get himself killed. Once more he watched her simply appear before him as he could feel the breeze that was created by her movement stopping so quickly. \n\nAs she asked the year he pondered for a moment though he knew the question he was more concerned about her reaction depending on his answer. So after a moment he would simply reply. \n\n\"873 in the Age of Man.\" \n\nWhen she lowered herself to him she could tribal tattoos indicating him as a warrior along with the scars seen upon his face. The most notable feature she would notice however was that one eye was purple while the other was simply brown. \n\nAs she asked the next question something clicked in his mind that finally made sense of this situation. He did not recognize which demigod she was for her corrupted form made this difficult however he had theories. \n\n\"Emperor Scipio has not ruled in over a thousand years and as for you though I do not recognize your form you must be a demigod.\" \n\nAs she walked away he would take this time to put away his shield and draw a history book out from his pack. The book only covered major events of the empire and even then it was brief. He had published it while he was attending the Scholarium and naturally kept one on his person. \n\nWhen he heard her words speak of his comrades his heart skipped a beat. For a moment he was excited, but he quickly realized so far this interaction has not inspired much faith in the fate of his comrades. \n\n\"I do not believe it wise for me to further trespass in your domain, but I do offer you this it's a book it contains the basic information on what has been going in since you've been here I believe. If you'll humor me please tell me more about yourself for inside the suit of armor there is a scholar.\"\n\nHe was hesitant to enter that room and wanted to try to gauge who she was more before making that step. He prayed for the best, but knew the worst would probably be the outcome upon crossing that threshold. He knew he could not walk away and would remain where he stood holding the book out for her to take. \n\n\"If you need help reading the script I can read it out for you.\"" }, { "author": "Alekhya of Asmodeus", "message": "Alekhya scoffed when Galal mentioned Scipio, how gullible does this man find her? Surely Noctis and Pride wouldn't have left her for such a long time, surely they weren't foolish enough to believe She Had fallen in combat.\n\n\"No... No no. Thine tongue spreads falsehoods I-\" \n\nWhen he pulled the history book out of his bag her face lit up with curiosity, though her twisted look of perverted desire remained. After reading a few words from the book Alekhya snatched the book from Galal's hands and flipped through the pages as a look of horror and pain washed over her. The demon's expression then shifted from sorrow to anger as her beautiful visage wrinkled and shifted with rage. \n\n\"ᴬˡᵉᵏʰʸᵃ... ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ?\"\n\nHer voice was soft and meek, akin to a hurt child in emotional distress as she threw the book across the room where it collided with the wall harshly. The voices in her head sang dissonant songs of carnage as she cupped her forehead and shut her eyes pensively, looking up to Galal- remembering his question. The rage surging through her veins told her to slay the man where he stood, to dampen her own sorrows with his own- but it would be wise to learn a bit about this New age of mortals Before taking a bite. \n\n\"Trespass? Oh~... Can't thou play with me a while longer? I'll tell thou mine name, if thou utters thine own first.\"\n\nAlekhya slinked closer to Galal as she spoke, her hips waggling hypnotically with each step as her heels clinked through the empty crypt." }, { "author": "Galal Salama Al-Malik", "message": "From her reaction it all but confirmed his suspicions. She was a demigod, she was ancient, but who she was exactly was an unknown. Though he was familiar with the different Demi gods her form was unlike any the descriptions listed. However her reaction to reading the book was unexpected, but to be fair he did not know what to truly expect from her. \n\nThe book being tossed aside though disheartening was the least of his concerns at the moment as she finished processing what she had read. At first he thought he may have to defend himself, but she began to speak asking for his name in exchange for hers. Under different circumstances he may have lied, but at the moment he knew better than to potentially set her off anymore than she already was. \n\n\"I am Galal Salama Al-Malik I am what you would call a nomad as well as a citizen of the Empire. My men are also nomads and though those fools should not be here it is in our blood to travel.\" \n\nAs he finished speaking he would reach up to his face with his left hand and remove the death mask he wore revealing his face proper to her. She would be able to clearly see the features on his face. \n\n\"I understand you may be shocked considering how much time as passed, but if I can help you will you assure me the lives of my men. I give you my word as an Al-Malik.\" \n\nHe would bow to her respectfully after this keeping his mask in his left hand as he moved himself back upright." }, { "author": "Alekhya of Asmodeus", "message": "Alekhya watched attentively as Galal Introduced himself, he was quite well spoken for a mortal. More interesting was his Clan Of nomads, a group of mortals whom's lifestyle revolves around traveling aimlessly was fascinating to her. The concept reminded her of her youth, how she spent her childhood wandering the beyond lands, being taunted by malevolent demons and night creatures beyond human comprehension- fog that boils your skin at the touch, trees capable of eating you whole, and Them. Years ago this recollection of traumatic violence would have sent shivers down her spine- but now... Now it was Invigorating.\n\n\"Galal... Ga-lal\"\n\nThe demon spoke with a sultry tone, each syllable of the nomads name flowing through her plush lips like honey. She sounded out each syllable of his name slowly after first speaking before smiling for a moment, followed by a flirtatious chuckle. Though she was a murderous psychopath, she was certainly a woman of her word as most demons were as they typically worked in contract. The demon leaned back away from the man, lengthening the distance between their faces from inches to a few feet as he removed his helmet. She grinned at the sight of his exposed face and more importantly his Eyes. She was thrilled to finally divinely judge him, to plunge into the depths of his soul and find that little morsel of discontent drowning in an ocean of bliss... But instead she found a swamp of guilt and regret... Simply unfit for her terminal embrace, unworthy to revel in her burning embrace. \n\nAfter a few silent moments Alekhya sighed, her flirtatious demeanor shattering into one of distance and condescension. Her vermillion eyes now a deeper red as she peered down at him through her lower lashes. The demon then parted her lips as the lashers that protruded from her back flourished in the air. \n\n\"I am Alekhya, first born of Mortem\"\n\nThe demigoddess then paused and turned away from the man, slowly walking down the corridor of the crypt as she ran her\n\nClaws across the stone walls, sparks flying from her finger tips as she etched fine claw marks into the solid stone. She then stopped and looked over her shoulder, her porcelain features now replaced with a canvas of shadow and gloom as her glowing red eyes peered at Galal.\n\n\"Princess of Lust, sole spawn of Asmodeus\"\n\nAlekhya then spun her body to once more face Galal, her face once again a beautiful picture of beauty unlike the horrifying visage she donned moment ago. \n\nWhen Galal attempted to strike a deal, Alekhya smirked and began making her way towards the man. She was of no need of Help Let alone from a mortal- but his submission was noted. It seemed the mortals of Aeterna haven't forgotten their place. \n\n\"Mmmm~... Thou surely has a way with words. How about this, little viper.\"\n\nAlekhya was now once again face to face with the man as she raised her hand to his face and squished his cheeks, her sharp claws probing against the sides of his face. \n\n\"I'll bring thee to thine men, and in return I ask is...\"\n\nAlekhya then moved closer, leaning into the man's ear and softly whispering.\n\n\"Submission\"" }, { "author": "Galal Salama Al-Malik", "message": "Hearing her say his name sent a shiver down his spine for a feeling of regret came over for even uttering his true name to her. Though he knew lying would only cause trouble part of him wished he had simply done so to avoid hearing it being uttered by this demonic being. \n\nHowever as her name was uttered confusion was the first feeling he felt, than dread as he began to piece to get her an idea of what's going on. He had seen images of her, but all sources state she had been slain in combat in the name of the Empire. Yet now before his very eyes there she stands a corrupted version or maybe what she always looked like. \n\nIn the flesh one of the demigods of old and unfortunately he was at her mercy. Despite being lost in thought he snapped back out of it upon her squishing his cheeks with her hands. For a flash he felt fear, but his resolve remained true as he looked upon her crimson eyes unflinching as she laid out her demands. \n\n'Submission.' \n\nA wave of rage washed over him at the very thought of submitting himself to another again as a lamb to the slaughter. Though once more he found his center and whispered back. \n\n\"Tell me Alekhya and for what am I submitting myself to? Though I am mortal I am not arrogant enough to enter into this contract without knowledge of what you yearn for.\"\n\nGalal's right hand still gripped his sword but dared not move the blade yet as he knew better than to bear steel against a demigod in his current position. His left hand however moved up and grabbed the hand that held his face. He did not do so to force its removal, but rather as a precaution and upon touching her skin his warmth graced her. \n\n\"First born of Mortem why have the gods placed you here?\" \n\nThe words foolishly slipped out his mouth and they burned as they exited his throat, but he could not help it. The fool yearned to know why for than he may learn for what she wants of him." }, { "author": "Alekhya of Asmodeus", "message": "Alekhya turned her head to the side as Galal questioned her. Her eyes flooding with rage as He Questioned her, in her eyes this was an act of heresy, how dare he question a god? Her anger told her to slay the man where he stood, after all it would be so easy. Constrain him with her lashers and she poked and prodded at his flesh, but she knew better than to kill the first mortal willing to answer her questions.\n\n\"I just ask thou answer my questions, I'm quite helpless... The world has changed and i've been shut out. In exchange... I'll free your little friends. Though I will say i'll miss them dearly, they make Great Company.\"\n\nAlekhya's eyes shifted to his hand that gripped her own, allowing him to remove her clawed hand from his face before adverting her gaze back to the man before her. \n\nHer eyes widened when he muttered his last question, her face twisting into a visage of anger and melancholy as she recalled her final moments in the bedchambers of Yoesuf, a demi god of Vendetta. How she slowly pricked and prodded his skin, questioning him about his betrayal against the empire- how cute he looked when he cried out for her to stop. A perverse smile crept upon her face as she reminisced on her past, her sinful joy clouding the true agony of the situation. \n\n\"Well... That's quite a loaded question Galal\"\n\nAlekhya's eyes shifted down to the man's blade, a chuckle escaping her lips at the sight of his hand clasping the blades handle. She then resumed eye contact with Galal, her expression comfortable and prideful as of warning him of what would come if he decided to draw his mortal blade. \n\n\"I was born out of a contract. Demons once ravaged the lands of Aeterna- flooding the realm with melodic screams and painting its rivers a delicious shade of red. This angered the gods but none more than my mother, so she made a deal with one of the kings- Asmodeus, my father. Upon my birth the demons left the realm and contained their horrors to the lands beyond... Time passed and I\n\nFound myself fighting for the eternal empire. I obeyed Every Order, killed thousands in the name of peace- and the gods repaid my servitude by casting me away to this... Lovely establishment. The world has forgotten me Galal, I simply wish to remind them of who I am.\"\n\nHer retelling of her past was clouded with delusion and malice, a perverse parody of the true events that unfolded- but real as the man before her in her twisted mind. \n\n\"I'll allow one more question, little dove.\"" }, { "author": "Galal Salama Al-Malik", "message": "Galal knew he may have angered her with his words however they had to be said except for that last foolish question that he regretted. Yet upon hearing what she wanted relieved him, but he knew there was always a catch. Though the way she put it only called into question her true motives for these actions and he prayed she did not 'play' with his men too harshly. \n\nThough what followed certainly proved why his question was foolish as her face twisted before him only to revert back. Her chuckle and comfort with his blade reminded him she was nothing short of killer. He knew that look well and knew better than to test her with any foolish actions. \n\nHe had begun to sheath his blade as she spoke of her past and as she did his stomach turned as he was early reminded of a similar situation he had been in. Though he knew something may be off in the story he did not question it as so far her words did ring true to the standard behavior of the empire for even he had been burned by it. \n\n\"I need not ask another for I believe I know enough. I will help you so go and demand what is asked of me as long as I receive the lives of my men.\" \n\nAs he spoke he removed his helmet placing it down gently alongside his face mask. He than proceeded to respectfully bow. His curly hair now free from his helmet flowed down as he bowed. \n\n\"I Galal Salama Al-Malik son of Hakim Salama Al-Malik is at your service.\"" } ]	398	6,252
501.2	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Mysterious Voice", "message": "The Age of Demigods, Year 247\n\nThe Cousin Conflicts began four years ago, a series of wars where children of the gods began to fight as Kingdoms began to rise. The birth of mortals is still relatively young in the grand scheme of the world, and peace has long since been abandoned by many as children of Titanos and the Allfather challenge each other and recruit others, children from every pantheon shedding blood and allegiances flying left and right. Through all this death however was one Demigod of mysterious origin, Scipio, an undefeated Demigod who has taken three young Demigod under his wing. \n\nThese three particular demigods have been sent into the Beyond Lands, which in the last 18 years have become a dangerous realm infested with demons and dark creatures of terrible horror. However, this realm is a no mans land of magical potential and resources. Scipios true aim is to unite Aeterna under one banner, create an Empire to establish peace and end the war that won't end any other way. \n\nThe eldest was known as Pride, a tall and powerfully built young man with hair like a lions man and strong, kind eyes. His armor gleamed in the sunlight as the sound of horse hooves clopped along the rocky terrain- soon they'd be entering the Beyond Lands. As of now they were still within the Nine Realms, less than a few minutes riding and they'd have crossed the border into a no mans land. \n\nRiding besides Lion and his white horse was a young man clad all in black, with the strangest garments anyone in the realms had ever seen. High black boots, black leatgher pants, a black turtle neck and mirrored black sunglasses. He was the most beautiful boy that had ever stepped foot on Aeterna, with raven hair and a strong jaw, a straight and fine nose and a dazzling grin. He rode a midnight black stallion with a lazy demeanor. \n\nThen there was Alekhya, a beautiful maiden riding upon a grey dappled mare. She had strange lashers that hovered around from her back. \n\nThe three had been tasked\n\nTo enter the Beyond Lands and find out why Alekhyas powers had been running rampant, and why she'd begun to hear voices. Meanwhile Scipio would continue to build power and influence across the realms. He explained that if the three survived, Alekhya might be saved from something terrible and they'd all come back much stronger than before. Noctis and Pride had been quick to jump on the mission for Alekhya, and thus the trio had begun their quest. \n\nNow to see what happened long ago, to three souls that would experience much misery, blissfully unaware of their doomed fate." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"So, think there's gonna be any monsters worth fighting in there? I hope I can get a good sweat on at least.\" Noctis said, throwing his hands behind his head and guiding the horse forward with just his heels, feeling every muscle and fiber of the beast move as he subtly enhanced himself with his magic. Chewing on his lip, he glanced at Pride to see his reaction. The feel of his mothers sword against his back felt great, her blade was a beautiful and elegant longsword with a blue saphire in the pommel and silver wings as the cross guard. He also had a belt pouch filled with small coins and fine platinumed jewelry, a chain around his neck and rings adorning his fingers. He carried himself with a confidence that would make even a king of the realms falter. \n\n\"When do we stop to eat, Leks?\" He asked after his first question was answered, turning his gaze onto the Demigoddess. She'd always been the brains of the operation, at least when it came to taking care of ones self. He could feel himself getting hungry, but he'd never be the one to make the call while Pride was around. The nineteen year olds gaze softened when he looked at her, unable to not beam at the sight of her, showing off those wonderfully white teeth of his." }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "An age of peril and war, death and futility- the thunderous roar of war that would not be calmed for so long as desire exists in the hearts of those who walk Aeterna. An age where above all other demigods, one sect reigns supreme- The Conqueror, Scipio, and his *Imperators.* Demigods of various parentages, soldiers and citizens who wish to bask in the promises given to them by the conqueror- and carried about by his chosen warriors.\n\nThese warriors of youthful hope, divine power and honest friendship- the three most trusted by Scipio- ride out on such a quest as those sung about in taverns and spoken of around campfires. *Noctis, Alekhya and Pride.\n\n\"Pssh.\" The demigod of titanos gave a quick scoff, a knowing smile on his face as he listened to his brother in arms speak so casually- as is common. Even when riding into the land most filled with darkness and malevolence Noctis never failed to act as himself- something that Pride respects in all honesty. His eyes flickered over towards his friend, a small chuckle escaping him, as he waved a hand in a dismissive and sarcastic manner.\n\n* \n\"Oh I'm sure there will be plenty. Perhaps if you can keep up I'll save some for you.\" Pride remarked, tossing some of his white hair over his shoulder with a mocking flick of his hand. It never got old to him, teasing best friend, just to see if a smile or laugh would emerge. Even someone such as he, garbed in fine armor that gleamed in the sunlight- longspear strapped to his back and the weight of his role pressing down on his shoulders, was not above poking fun at his closest friends when the occasion was right for it. Even if he carry's himself with such vigilance and authority, eyes never fully focusing on one thing for too long and sword arm always prepared for battle- even that side of himself does not stop his antics.\n\nOnce Noctis turned his attentions towards Alekhya the prideful demigod did his best to not intrude, even if he wished to purely to see Noctis' reaction, but he figured he'd done enough already. So, to give the two room to talk for the moment, he ushered his white steed onwards with a small tap of his heels and a click of his tongue- trotting ahead a few paces, for observation, obviously." }, { "author": "Alekhya Camille", "message": "The demigoddess was clad in a frilly white blouse with a black armored bodice that seemed more high fashion than armor. Her buttoned pants tight against her willowy figure as she sat atop the dappled mare. Her lashers hovered behind her, their bird like skulls scanning the area around them as if protecting the meek girl from behind. \n\nAlekhya was in a trance like state as the two boys bantered amongst each other. Memories of being a small child alone in the beyond lands flooding her psyche like lava. Her vermillion eyes were wide as visions of carnage filled her mind, nights spent crying alone in caves, covering her mouth as she hid beneath bushes while she was hunted like an animal. Sounds of inhuman screams of agony echoing through the woods and wretched laughter were always abundant in the land of the demons, how cruel that a delicate girl like herself was plunged into such a hell scape from birth. \n\nAlekhya jumped in shock as Noctis spoke to her, the white mare she rode upon growing antsy for a moment before Alekhya promptly soothed it with a gentle caress. Leaning down to run her long nails through the beasts mane until it resumed its steady pace. The lashers that sprouted from her back twitching in the air for a moment before wrapping themselves around her waist like a sash. \n\nAlekhya forced smiled as she averted her gaze to Noctis, straightening her posture on the back of the horse as she spoke. \n\n\"Oh... Well. Probably soon, we will be there soon. I'd rather eat prior to-\"\n\nAlekhya winced as memories of starving and cold nights bombarded her mind. The voice of her father whispering against her ear making her head pound intensely. She shut her eyes as she gathered her thoughts, raising a hand and grasping her head firmly. After a moment she returned to her usual posture and resumed her speech. \n\n\"I-i'd like to eat soon.\"\n\nThe demigoddess of death spoke meekly, she always felt awful whenever they hunted for food. She always made a point to soothe the dying creatu\n\nRes as they passed in her arms, singing softly to them as she ushered their innocent souls to the afterlife. \n\nShe couldn't help but notice Pride trotting ahead of the pair. Alekhya raised a brow and put her fingers to her mouth, letting out a soft but firm whistle. \n\n\"Not leaving us behind right Pride?\"\n\nThe girl tried her best to mask the dread of returning to her homeland, to hide the fact that every nerve in her body was on fire at the thought of returning to such a dangerous place. But having Pride and Noctis by her side was the best case scenario, they were her only family after all- but she worried the boys knew not of the horrors beyond the border, how would they look at her after seeing her lineage?" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Whether by ignorance or by choice, Noctis didn't seem to notice the oddities of Alekhya. She'd always been a bit odd and more so than not the past year, upon reaching adulthood something had changed though Noct couldn't quite tell what. Still, stopping soon meant stopping soon. \n\n\"Hey! You better not be trying to race ahead to get a lead on me, no way you're beating more monster than I am.\" He called out and trotted his black horse after Pride, motioning for Leks to catch up as well. As he came up alongside Pride, he'd say. \n\n\"We should stop here and hunt, get some food and eat before we cross the borderlines. Food might be scarce.\" He said, gazing out at the dark terrain that was just in view now, a row of jagged black mountains like the black teeth of some starving monster ready to claim a chunk of the earth. \n\nThe truth was that he had noticed and had expected Leks to act strange, who wouldn't right? Still, he wasn't going to go pointing it out to her- he wanted her to feel as if everything was okay and normal. Looking at her any different than he ever had would be the worst thing, but... \n\n\"Maybe you should talk to Leks, let me handle the hunting. Check in on her, you know? You're better with that kind of stuff.\" \n\nIn a way it was true, Noctis could dance around words and understand anyone anywhere, but when it came to Leks, well, he had known her too long. Pride however had formed a bond with her that made even Noctis feel jealous, but he was glad of it too. \n\n\"Besides, im faster than you anyway.\" He said with a smirk, hopping off his horse and already stretching his legs to take off. \n\n\"You guys set up a fire and camp, I'll come back with something delicious.\" Noctis smiled his dazzling smile at both of them, raising an eyebrow at Pride as if to say, \"You better not wimp out and ask her\", and then he was gone, moving with the inhuman speed that his magical ability gave him.- the subsonic boom dispersed by his illusion magic so that he didn't announce their locat" }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "\"No, just... Scouting a little ahead is all.\"\n\nThe demigod replied with a look over his shoulder and a reassuring smile towards Alekhya. He knows she isn't fairing well already, even if they have yet to fully cross over into the Lands Beyond properly, so he is aiming to do his best to reassure her that everything will be alright- he'll do his best to ensure it anyway. A deep sigh came from his very soul as Noctis called out to him and brought his horse up beside his. He should have known better than to try and leave the pair alone for the moment, not that it was bad they didn't exactly leap at the opportunity, he just found himself wondering why he kept up the effort.\n\n\"Wouldn't dream of it.\" He said as he looked over at Noctis with a small smirk. \"Good thinking, I packed some rations but they won't last too long- especially if we stop regularly, we'll need all our strength for the journey ahead.\"\n\nHis own eyes followed his friends, scanning the dark terrain and crooked mountains now within view. A place of darkness that seemed to swallow whatever happened to stumble into it's maw. They place they must brave for their friends sake.\n\n\"I most** Certainly *Am not fit for that job and you know that.\" Pride retorted to his friends statement rather quickly and brashly, only managing to catch himself and sigh slightly when his conscious kicked him in the metaphorical ass. \"Fine, fine. You handle the hunting and I'll see what I can do.\"\n\nReining in his horse and stepping off the demigod of war waved a dismissive hand to Noctis, effectively shooing him away while he tied his horses reigns to a tree branch. He watched his friend rush off after giving his trademark smile, suppressing an impulse to throw a rock at him just for the hell of it, and once Noctis was out of sight Pride began to ruffle through the saddle bags strapped to his horse.\n\n* \n\"Drink? Water will become a rare thing soon enough but we can refill our water-skins before we cross over.\" Pride held up three waterskins, offering one to his friend and even if she didn't want it or didn't care to take it he would grab her hand and carefully place it there- he knows that nerves can be a cause for people to forget they need basic things like water to survive.\n\n\"I'll get a fire started-\" He said while unrolling three separate bedrolls so everyone had a place to sit around the fire. \"-in just a moment...\" He stood up after a moment, popping his back with hands pressed to his hips and quickly side to side bend of his upper body. He needs to ask her, even if he doesn't want her to feel bad about it he has to make sure.\n\n\"Alekhya...\" He looked over at his friend, his glowing golden irises holding a much cooler and kinder warmth than usual, and looked at her not with worry or with doubt but the concern of a friend.\n\n\"Are you alright? I know that might seem like a stupid question given the situation but... If there is anything Noctis or myself can do to help you, reassure you- whatever you need. We are here for you, always. Even if he can be an airhead from time to time I know Noctis feels the same way.*\"" }, { "author": "Alekhya Camille", "message": "Alekhya sighed as Noctis trotted ahead on his horse to speak to Pride, she squinted her eyes pensively as she attempted to read their lips- only able to make out a few phrases as the two conversed with each other. She did however clock the concerned look on their faces, and immediately felt guilt was over her as she pieced the situation together. Once again she was a fragile flower to be watered and tended to. She hated the feeling of being so weak, to rely on the strength of her friends- unable to tap into her true power in fear of her fathers control, of losing herself. \n\nAlekhya gently reined her horse to a halt as she noticed the pair dismount. Gracefully sliding herself off the saddle and scratching the mares cheek before kissing its nose, the large animal then let out a gentle sigh and bowed its head before lying down under the shade of a nearby tree. Alekhya always had a special relationship with animals, she liked to believe that they understood each other on some level. Once the horse was settled, Alekhya adverted her attention to Pride who was making his way over towards her. \n\nThe demigoddess eyes widened as he flourished a trio of waterskins in front of her face, stammering as he placed one into her hands.\n\n\"Oh! Thank you Pride. Gracious as always.\"\n\nAs he began to set up a fire and unroll the sleeping bags Alekhya took a swig of the water, wiping her lips with the back of her hand afterwards. She then walked over to her horse and placed the water skin inside one of the various pouches on the horses saddle. Smiling at the creature before turning and walking back towards Pride. She stopped in her place as he muttered her name, her face growing pale for a moment as he expressed his concern. She smiled softly as he spoke, the gentle tone of his words easing her intense anxiety.\n\n\"Not a stupid question at all my friend, I'm just a bit nervous... I'm sure Scipio or Noctis has told you of the voices i've been hearing... It's my father he's beckoning me. The beyond\n\nLands are not just stories, demons roam these lands as I once did. It's a merciless place flooded with screams and maddening laughter. I never thought i'd have to return. I just, I just hope you both are prepared for what's ahead. It's... It's awful.\"\n\nAlekhya's voice was filled with pain as she recalled her time in the beyond lands, her tone shaky and afraid as she warned her dear friend of what lies ahead.\n\n\"You must be alert. You trust nobody but Noctis- Not even I. I worry... I worry we're doing exactly what He* Wants. Bringing me back here.\"" }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "\"*Pfft, gracious. You're always so nice Alekhya, makes me wonder if you even have a bad bone at all in your body.\"\n\nThe prideful demigod remarked with a grin, boyish and innocent despite their roles in life, and continued about his work setting up camp. However, when Alekhya began to speak to him he stopped what he was doing, diverting his attention solely on what she had to say. He listened to every word as if it was holy scripture, the words of a dear friend confiding in him about her struggles- what dangers are ahead and the worry she holds for all of them. It reminded him that demigods though they might be, they're still young.\n\n\"Trust Noctis? I only trust pretty boy as far as I can throw him...\" Tapping his chin with his finger his eyes flicked to the side as he thought about that. \"Which is pretty far if I'm honest.\"\n\nLooking back at his friend he could see her expression, hear the tone of her voice- \"Temper your humor with kindness and truth, be a light even in the darkest of times.\"* Words his father had spoken to him long ago when they'd last spoke. Now was the time to act upon those words.\n\n\"*Even if that's what he wants-\" Standing up and marching over to Alekhya the golden boy laid a gentle hand on her head like a brother might do his younger sister, reassuring and kind. \"You've got Noctis and I here to help you along the way. We're ready to face whatever the future holds for us because we have eachother and we have our promise- to help you, and we don't take that promise lightly.\"" }, { "author": "Alekhya Camille", "message": "Alekhya couldn't help but chuckle as he mentioned his trust of Noctis, raising a hand to cover her mouth as she let out a small chuckle. But her humor faded as she remembered the gravity of their situation, although his typical confidence was appreciated- eased her nerves a bit. The girl couldn't help but run over that phrase in her mind... Again and again.\n\nNot a bad bone in your body.\n\nSuch a sentence made her stomach turn with guilt. She was a spawn of sin and death, in her eyes, her existence was a scourge upon Aeterna. Though Pride's words also ignited a small cinder within her soul, he was so brave- and we was not a fool either. Pride surely knew of the horrors beyond the border, he just didn't fear them like she did.\n\n She shut her eyes and took a deep breath once he finished talking and placed his hand upon her head, wriggling in place as she wiggled out her anxieties, flailing her arms limply at her side as she exhaled deeply. Planting her feet upon the ground she looked up at Pride and smiled, a genuine display of confidence and Pride. She was Alekhya Camille, daughter of Mortem, the Shadow of Scipio.\n\n 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯?\n\nHer expression dropped for a moment, her brows furrowing as she looked to her side and growled. \n\n\"Shut up.\"\n\nShe then cleared her throat and looked back at Pride, avoiding his gaze as her cheeks flushed due to embarrassment. Finally meeting his intense gaze after her eyes danced around his face for a few nervous moments. She'd never spoken back to his voice before, never had it been so loud. She could feel his influence growing as they neared closer to the border. \n\n\"I-Im sorry.\"\n\nThe lashers that typically hovered behind her back were now limply suspended in the air, as if they too were embarrassed. \n\n\"Promise me you won't let me hurt anyone. Please.\"\n\nShe was now clasping the hand that was once on her head between her own. Shaking it firming up and down as she let her head droop in front of her, sighing b\n\nEfore straightening her posture and smiling meekly." }, { "author": "Pride", "message": "\"Oh hush, I know who you're talking to. Be meaner next time, call him smelly, it'll be funny.\"\n\nPride remarked with a small laugh, knowing exactly what Alekhya had done. He knows that she would never speak that way to him unless he deserved it, which has happened before, but this is not one of those times. Humor and jokes aside, which he needs to really get a grip on, when she asked him to promise her the demigod of war's smile took on a much kinder and warmer look to it. He reached out his other hand, clasping both of Alekhya' while his aura slowly worked its magic on her- filling the woman with a sense of confidence and strength about herself.\n\n\"I swear on our friendship, I swear on my title as the demigod of war and I swear on my name as Pride- I will do all I can to both protect you and make sure you do not bring harm to anyone that doesn't need to be harmed.\" His tone was soft, brotherly and caring. When he saw her smile the demigod of war couldn't help but chuckle as he let her hands go.\n\n\"There is the Alekhya I know.\" With a wave of his hand Pride walked back to the small camp they'd formed, stepping past it and with a single slice of his hand in a knife like fashion began to drag a tree branch back towards the camp.\n\n\"Now come on, let's get this fire going, Noctis should be back soon and you know how impatient he can be when he's hungry.*\" Just like that Pride resumed their task at hand, leaving his friend nothing to do but to help and push her worries away." } ]	524	5,012
430.857143	2023-12-05	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Forstead. The home of the Giants. A place of snow and ice, specifically deep into the mountains. Some time ago, the crew arrived here, of all places. For now, they were wanderers, checking out different jobs. They all have been traveling for quite some time now, even purchasing a light sloop to get around easier. While Sylvar loved being on a ship, one he sailed very wonderfully, he didn't like to travel too far from shore or for too long. That very much made him vulnerable and brought back the memories. Memories of the betrayal and the rage of his enemy. It would never be admitted by him or revealed to the crew, at least not now. \n\nNow, in this cold climate, there had been a rumor of a manor deep into the mountains. Tales told it was profitable, therefore catching Sylvar's interest. Since there was promise of riches, he volunteered to check it out. Alone. Leaving the crew behind for now. While they stayed in camp, far from the manor, Sylvar made his journey. The Deceiver left his horse behind, and Luna with Noctis since she seemed to like him. The cat did not like the weather much, and where he was going, she would catch unneeded attention if the manor was inhabited. \n\nThe weather. Sylvar was not the biggest fan of the cold. Of the heavy snow sinking into the ground, or the occasional hail, falling from the sky. The only cold he liked was the caves he was born in or the cool nights on the sea. But, it was better than the un-bearing heat of the sun. The Drow made his way up to the rumored location of the manor, on a hill near the mountains. He didn't travel as himself, however. He traveled as a tiny black-striped squirrel. It was simply easier that way. He made quick progress, his destination soon coming into view. The squirrel quickened pace, approaching one of the outer walls, and scaling it for the easiest way in.\n\n— \nThe squirrel began digging, digging, and digging until he could squeeze under the house. From there, it was easy to get in. The being in disguise managed to end up under the floors and then found a way into the manor itself. The animal emerged from a small hole in the floor, where it was weakened. He was in what seemed like a large room with furniture and drawers. Sylvar wasted no time climbing up one of the structures and opening each drawer, searching for whatever valuables there were. He hadn't found anything yet and didn't hear anything or anyone yet. Considering the condition of the manor, he could assume it was inhabited. He would have to be quick. Very quick. If someone were to find the squirrel, it would look like it was searching for food." }, { "author": "hematol0gy", "message": "The manor was large, far larger that outside made it appear. There were portraits of a tall slender woman adorned in crème and black with a black cat with piercing eyes all around the manor, all of which with a plate dating when the portrait was painted.\n\nOne of Eliza's maids was on the day shift, the most undesirable shift among her staff due to their shared condition. The girl wore a black and white dress with her hair in a tidy bun, the girls skin was void of color and her eyes an unnatural shade of yellow. She pranced through the hallways scanning the room and walls for any sign of filth, her heels making a subtle tap with each step she made. She raised a brow as a sound of clatter seemed to appear, normally she would disregard it as Bris chasing a mouse but the small feline was fast asleep in Lady Eliza's coffin. She began to scamper towards the unidentified noise.\n\nMeanwhile Eliza slept sound in her quarters on the top floor, her cat Bris curled up in a ball next to her pillow. She slept in a white and gold coffin with elegant metal fixtures and accents that sat on an elevated platform in the center of her room. Suddenly the door of the coffin swung open as Bris scampered out of the room vocalizing as he ran, letting out a somewhat silly meow as he tunneled towards the delicious scent coming from downstairs.\n\nThis awoke Eliza, who was now groaning as she rubbed her eyes. Opening them just in time to watch her cat barrel out of her chambers. She chuckled as she stretched her arms above her head, letting out a gentle yawn before standing up and slowly following her rambunctious feline." }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Sylvar was rather in a big hurry to find something of value, not stopping long enough before to look at his surroundings too much, therefore missing the portraits on the walls. This was the effect of greed. He wanted riches so badly, that it was almost like an addiction. His goal, was, to save money to eventually execute his plan of revenge, against the Phantom of the Seas. After finding nothing of value in the drawers, he moved on to another set. He attempted to be as silent as possible but his squirrel claws tended to scrape against the wood as he climbed and opened each drawer. It took a lot of effort since he was a small animal, adding to the fact that it took a lot of focus to remain as a squirrel. \n\nFinally, he found a necklace, which could be valuable. But as soon, as he grabbed it, he was alert of sounds coming straight toward him, beings coming from another room or possibly the stairs. Leaving the drawer ajar, he leaped off the structure and made a beeline for a nearby couch. Just as the cat and the maid entered the room, the squirrel could be seen squeezing underneath the couch to hide. Sylvar was quickly aware there was a person there, and a black cat, but it couldn't be Luna. He didn't get a very good look at the person. If needed, he could make a quick exit, to get away from the cat especially, but he needed an opening. \n\nIt was rather cramped beneath the couch, but he didn't move. He waited, the necklace held tightly in his little paws. It would look rather strange for an animal to be interested in such an item. That, and he didn't entirely look like a normal squirrel. It was easier not to alter eyes, and therefore the squirrel's eyes were not like the average squirrel's. It already took so much focus and energy to be an animal." }, { "author": "hematol0gy", "message": "The small vampire maid paused next to the entrance when she noticed Lady Eliza treading behind her. Workers of the Tenebrian manor knew not to come close to bothering Eliza before she has had her morning sip. The maid let out a laugh and Bris ran into the room heading straight for the couch but pausing to sniff the air.\n\nEliza entered the room with a smile on her face, always keen to entertain her fluffy companions shenanigans as it kept life interesting. Her soft smile quickly soured as she noticed the ajar drawer in the corner of her eye. She tilted her chin into the air, searching for that ever familiar scent she adored so much. Typically intruders are injured on their travel to her manor, which made it so easy to find them. Despite her efforts all she could smell was the faint whisper of rodent. She sighed and walked over towards the couch where Bris was eyeballing one of the cushions. She bent down and scratched the felines chin.\n\n\"Find it for mommy won't you?\" She said in an endearing tone, just by how she spoke to the cat it was apparent how much she loved him.\n\nBris quickly shoved his head into the cushions squeezing towards the squirrel, the scent getting stronger and stronger until the cat grabbed onto the squirrels scruff, pulling it from the cushions and plopping it on the ground at Eliza's feet\n\nEliza smiled before uttering\n\n\"Such a good boy\" \n\nShe then frowned at the sight of the squirrel, it was striped and resembled something you would find in a warm forest rather than snowy mountains. What added to the peculiarity is the scent of its blood, due to Bris grabbing the rodent with his teeth Eliza could smell the faintest amount of blood but for some reason it smelled much tastier than squirrel blood, comparable to an elder elf. She examined the rodent more, noting it's unusual eye color before nudging it with the toe of her heel." }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Sylvar held his breath, trying to get as far away as he could from the cat that approached the couch. That was the downside of being a small animal. It left him open to be prey for bigger predators. It wasn't fun at all, but he couldn't change forms now, not without reverting to his original form. From his position, he could see someone entering after the cat, but he couldn't tell who they were. He couldn't tell it was not the maid, at least, not yet. \n\nHowever, when Sylvar heard the voice, he began to feel a bit nervous. He couldn't help but notice how she spoke to the cat. She adored him. Sometimes, Sylvar spoke the same way to Luna. She was a comfort for him, especially after what happened to his family and on board the Broken Melody. He braced himself, much preferring to run, but he wouldn't be fast enough with the cat around. The Drow knew well enough not to underestimate cats. He knew fully well what they were capable of. Soon enough, he felt the cat's teeth bite into the scruff of his neck. It hurt, very clearly by the squirrel screeches he made. When in animal forms, he couldn't use his regular voice. \n\nAs the cat pulled him out through the cushions, he dropped the necklace, leaving it beneath the couch. If all went well, he would retrieve it later. After being dropped at Eliza's feet, he froze, looking up at her. He was making it seem he was frozen with fear. A bit of blood oozed from his scruff. That would only make it harder to change back, with any slightest injury. Sylvar took one look at the woman's eyes and decided she wasn't human.\n\n— \nSylvar's squirrel's eyes were basically his own, a bright yellow with reptilian irises. It wasn't normal at all. As Eliza nudged him with the toe of her heel, he jumped back a few inches, trying to play off being a frightened squirrel. When actually, he wasn't that frightened at all. He avoided the cat as best he could, soon moving to climb up the couch, as an attempt to find somewhere else to hide. He wanted to escape. He couldn't blow his cover." }, { "author": "hematol0gy", "message": "Eliza's eyes carefully focused in on the rodents irises, peculiar to see a mammal with reptilian eyes. With a sigh she bent down, scooping up her cat and cradling him in her arms lovingly. Eliza was an intelligent woman and in any other circumstance she would smell the aroma of Drow blood in an instant, although the combination of interupted sleep and the distraction of two adorable critters in the same room had her off her game\n\n\"No need to run my small adorable friend\" \n\nShe said as she gracefully stepped towards the rodent. Due to her airy nightgown she almost looked as it she glided towards him. Now that she was closer to the creature she took another glance at its features and began to put the situation together. The scent of Drow blood was unmistakable at this close of distance. She extended her left arm and dragged her finger across the squirrels bite wound on its scuff, licking the blood off her finger. She popped her lips before taking a step back and tilting her head to the side with a peeved look in her eye.\n\n\"Would you prefer some privacy while you get decent, elf?\" \n\nShe spoke with irritability, she wouldn't much preferred it to be an actual squirrel, at least then Bris would've gotten a snack" }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "With Eliza scooping up the cat, that gave him the opportunity to escape. But the issue was, where would he go? Beforehand, he had not explored the manor very much. This was the first room out of many that he had been searching for. The only way out was the way he came, from his knowledge, so far. He froze again when she spoke, looking at her very carefully. Had his eyes not fooled her. Did she think he was a squirrel? Those questions were soon proven wrong. \n\nBefore he could think about what to do next, he watched her glide toward him and extend her arm out. It took Sylvar a moment to realize what she did, taking his blood... And tasting it. That gave him the suspicion she was a Vampire. Before now, he'd never met one. Watching her expression and reaction, he seemed to look down when she asked the question. Elf. That was a new one. People didn't take him as an Elf unless he actually looked like it.\n\n— \nIn response, Sylvar hopped off the top of the couch onto the middle of a cushion. It took a moment, but it was strange to see what happened. Sylvar began to transform, until, in the blink of an eye he was a 6'4 Drow sitting on the couch, crossing his legs. The eyes were the same. He had a dark obsidian skin tone and long white hair that was braided in particular sections. Sylvar looked up at her, his hand immediately going to the back of his neck. He could feel the cat bite marks. A few drops of dark crimson blood were left on his fingers. As he suspected, the minor injury transferred. A weakness of his, unfortunately. \n\n\"Don't get me wrong, I adore cats but that was not appreciated.\" \n\nHe was scowling, looking at the cat as he spoke. The Drow was decently dressed, in the clothes of a traveler. He wore a dark blue cloak over his clothes. At his belt, two swords were sheathed there, as well as several knives. He carried a satchel as well. \n\n\"I do say I make a very good Elf, but alas, I am not one. Thank you for offering privacy, my lady, but it is not needed,\" \n\nSylvar said, in response to her question in the first place. He spoke in Modern Imperial, and there was no hint of any accents." } ]	413	3,016
311.666667	2023-12-06	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "hematol0gy", "message": "Eliza recognized the taste on her tongue, and her suspicions were confirmed when she watched the before adorable squirrel transform into a large man. She hadn't come across many Drow in her lifetime, in fact she had only drank from one in a few decades. Luckily for this traveler it wasn't her favorite flavor by any means.\n\nEliza soothed Bris as he hissed at the man before scurrying out of the room. She glanced back over to the man and asked.\n\n\"Why are you in my closet, surely you're not trying on a dress?\" \n\nShe said in a quiet, yet firm tone. Her face clearly showing displeasure at his intrusion, although a smirk was visible when she poked fun at him. After all she was not planning on waking up for another few hours. She shifted her gaze to his attire, noting all the various weapons and tools he had available. He wasn't a diplomat or a businessmen, her gaze pausing when she saw the satchel. He seemed like the mercenary type, and she wasn't liking how the situation looked. Either this man was here to hurt her, or worse take some of her jewels." }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Sylvar studied her for a moment, taking in her appearance more now that he wasn't trying to hide. He still had his goal in mind, how to play off robbing the place and escaping without consequences. Business was business, but he wasn't going to hurt her unless she did to him. He hoped she wasn't interested in his blood, already having tasted it. The Drow soon realized she had been sleeping, since it was the middle of the day and vampires were nocturnal. \n\nHe wasn't surprised when the cat hissed at him, soon scurrying out of the way. It was either because the cat didn't like him or because he smelled Luna's scent on his clothes. Now, quite easily, he could change into another animal and get through the hole he came from. The sudden question from Eliza caught him off guard but quickly shifted into a charming smile and chuckled. Sylvar was shifting into an entirely different demeanor. It was quite easy, considering his skill with acting. \n\n\"Oh, yes, this is a very big closet. Quite nice. It seems I have wandered in here,\" He said smoothly, completely avoiding the question. Sylvar was no longer scowling but had taken on the attitude of a charming gentleman. Usually, he got what he wished for, using this attitude. Ladies were most often swayed by him. He stood up slowly, before speaking again. \n\n\"Where are my manners? You may call me Sylvar. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, my lady?\" He said politely, bowing deeply for her. To most, he gave off quite a good impression and seemed like the thief and spy he was." }, { "author": "hematol0gy", "message": "Eliza chuckled at the man's theatrics, raising her hand to cover her mouth as she did so. These modern folk had a rather funny way of speaking. She watched as this stranger called Sylvar bowed.\n\n\"Eliza Tenebrian\"\n\nShe spoke with elegance and pride, the vampire licked her lips before snapping. Eliza then shot a glare towards the maid who had been waiting at the door this whole time who then handed Eliza a wine glass full of what looked like blood. Eliza took a small sip before turned back to the intruder. She examined him more thoroughly now, her gaze analyzing his clothing, she had to give it to him for an adventurer his style wasn't atrocious. She especially enjoyed his cloak. She firmly shut her eyes before focusing back on the situation, he's an intruder. She then spoke again now with a firmer tone\n \n\"What brings you here Sylvar\" \nShe gazed at the glittering necklace peaking behind the man's shoe and then back up to meet his gaze" }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Sylvar only smiled wider when she chuckled, revealing perfectly straight white teeth. It seemed like he was making an impression. He thought he was quite handsome, but he preferred the Elf appearance since people enjoyed that more and didn't run in fear. His ears were of an Elf and had several piercings in both, showing off several earrings mostly made of gold. He traveled in style, it seemed. Sylvar straightened once she introduced herself. Lovely name. \n\n\"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Tenebrian,\" He said formally, clearly very good at the theatrics. \n\nSylvar's attention soon went to the maid, possibly another vampire, standing at the door. He gave her a bright smile and a wink, just for good measure. Once the glass of something red... Blood he assumed at first glance, was handed to Eliza, he eyed it carefully. He noticed her looking him over closely, wondering what she thought. Sylvar was quick to observe the next thing she did, as she asked the question. He put it together rather quickly. How she gazed down, behind his boot, beneath the couch, and her firm tone as she spoke. It was safe for him to assume she was onto him. Now, he wasn't directly going to lie but why not have a bit of fun? \n\n\"Take a wild guess... My lady.\"" }, { "author": "hematol0gy", "message": "Eliza noticed the boy's adornments, it was rare that she met somebody with style decent enough that she is able to appreciate it. She then glanced back over to the necklace under the couch, it was an old piece one she hadn't worn since she was human.\n\nThe maid blushed as she left, noticing the man's sultry wink as she walked away. It wasn't often Tenebrian manor was home to anything but bloodthirsty women, so a handsome man was something the workers got little sight of.\n\nEliza then smirked noticing his wink towards her maid. The encounter reminded her of the last time a handsome stranger intruded in their home, poor thing bled for hours before his maids got bored with him, Eliza remembers almost feeling bad.\n\n\"Be careful around that one\" She said in reference to her maid. She then looked back over to Sylvar and smiled, her long slender ivory fangs now clearly visible beneath her plump dark red lips.\n\n\"She has a habit of being a slow eater, last time a handsome traveler invaded my space she bled him for a week.\" She paused and chuckled before walking over beside Sylvar, swiftly grabbing the purloined necklace and gently resting it in the Drow's hands\n\n\"How about...\" She glided her hands up his arms, squeezing his biceps as she did so, her claws gloves gently pricking him. \"You answer some questions for me, i'll let you keep your prize, and I won't feed you to my daughters\" \n\nEliza hadn't dealt with a theif in ages, usually she's quickly behead them and have her maids drain the body in the cellar. But this one intrigued her, it was the first time her visitors have been able to keep their composure, her appearance and well, condition, often scared any travelers away.\n\n\"After all I haven't had a conversation with an outsider in ages, im sure you have Lots To tell me\"" }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Sylvar wondered what other riches could be within this manor. Considering the appearance of Eliza, she wasn't poor, but rather fancy. If he looked, he was sure he could find much more. Before the maid left, he witnessed her blush and walk away. Just as he guessed, he made quite the impression. The Drow soon noticed her smirk... And the dangers of flirting with the maid. Either way, he would be cautious. It sounded very unpleasant... And he would rather not be food for vampires. \n\n\"How unfortunate. I appreciate the warning, my lady. I shall be cautious,\" He said smoothly, glancing at her fangs momentarily. Quite sharp indeed. Sylvar was curious as to why she hadn't done anything yet. After all, he did try to rob her. It could be she was biding her time... Or simply wasn't going to do anything at all. It seemed she wasn't even angry when she picked up the necklace from beneath the furniture and put it in his hands. \n\nHis charming expression never changed, even if he was slightly surprised. It confirmed she was onto him. What would she do? He inclined his head as she spoke and watched carefully as she ran her hands up his arms, squeezing his biceps. She would notice there was some muscle there, all from his experiences at sea. It was hard work, living on a boat. The prickling barely bothered him. Sylvar considered her question, still smiling. It was a fair trade, he supposed, and had no desire to discover to be fed... To her daughters.\n\nHe ran his fingers over the necklace, glancing at it for a moment before answering. \"Fair trade, my lady. Ask, and I will answer the best I can. I can promise you that. I'm honored to be the first... Outsider in ages... To be within your company.\"" }, { "author": "hematol0gy", "message": "Eliza was amused by the Drow's manners, he certainly knew how to speak to a woman of her class. The necklace she placed in his hand was just one of the countless pieces she owned. If her memory serves her correct the maker of the necklace was no longer around to make a replacement, though she didn't mind as the added value gave her leverage in their ensuing agreement.\n\n\"I'm quite the busy woman\" She whined, her tone still dignified and elegant. \n\n\"I've been doing some reading in my spare time, and read about tales of demi-gods, semi mortal men filled with the delicious Ichor of the gods\" She was blushing, her expression made her look excited, just the mere thought of Ichor made her undead heart skip a beat.\n\n\"Judging by your attire... I assume you travel often hmm?The stench of brine is all over your fabrics dear.\" She pointed out the foul odor coming from the man's clothes. The overpowering smell of salty waters was not one she was fond of. Soon she backed away from the man, removing her grasp on his firm muscled arms before turning away, glancing at him from over her shoulder as she stood up from the couch \n\n\"Come with me\" She spoke in a flat, demanding tone as she started walking towards the door." }, { "author": "Sylvar Valrieth", "message": "Sylvar put almost no effort into his theatrics, as it came very naturally. The tone and facial expressions were very easy. After all, he was a master of disguises. Since she knew what he looked like, there was no need for him to put on his Elf disguise. Most despised Drow, but it didn't seem like she did. He gave a simple nod when she spoke of being a busy woman. He understood that, and remembered how he might have woken her up. \n\nDemigods. Yes, fascinating tales indeed. As far as he knew, he had never met any Demigods. He's heard they are a rare few... And very powerful. Sylvar didn't doubt for a moment that she wanted a taste of Demigod blood, judging from her excitement. \"Oh yes. They are quite fascinating,\" He said, in agreement \n\nAnd soon the questions came. Looking down at his clothes, yes, it was evident he was a traveler considering the wear. He raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at her when she mentioned the stench of brine. She was right. He never noticed the smell, of course, but it was evident he was often near or on the sea. It could be overwhelming to some. \"You are correct. I do travel, most preferably by ocean.\" That statement was a half-truth. He hadn't been sailing for at least eight months, not since it happened. But now that they bought the Onyx Crest, he was sailing again, like he loved to do. \n\nWhen she spoke again, he inclined his head. Once she stood and started walking toward the door, he began following her, a few steps behind. \"Right behind you, my lady.\"" }, { "author": "hematol0gy", "message": "The pair moved through the halls, the woman occasionally exchanging looks with maids as they passed, each of them looking at the Drow with a perverted hunger in their eyes\n\n\"Please ignore them, Im not sure if they've ever seen a Drow before.\" She spoke softly, her voice audibly apologetic. Though she didn't particularly enjoy the man's company just yet, she could emphasize with what he may be feeling. Soon they entered a large dining room, the wallpaper was black with what seemed to be solid silver and gold accents. In the center of the room sat a large black glossy dining table with plenty of dises set up in a neat fashion. Above the table rested a chandelier made of what looked to be red glass. Eliza sat at the head of the table before speaking.\n\n\"You mentioned that you travel, and i've been needing to get out the house, believe it or not it can get rather cramped here.\" Eliza joked, thoughts bounced in her mind before she spoke once more.\n\n\"Allow me to accompany you on you're journeys in the near future, provide me with protection and somewhere to sleep and i'll pay you lavishly.\"\nShe exclaimed as she slid a satchel of coins across the table, within it was an array of various currencies." } ]	286	2,805
300.833333	2023-12-13	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza sat on a stump just within gaze as Tarin wandered the forest, unknowingly approaching her position. The woman was clad in noble attire, a finely crafted gown adorned in jewels. Her hair masterfully crafted into a beautiful up do with flowers littering her scalp. Her figure was alluring, almost unnaturally so. She was thin, with curves that made her into a beautiful spectacle. Her skin illuminated in the moons soft glow, her porcelain skin shining like glass. \n\nShe heard footsteps and swiftly stood to her feet, her hands gently postured at her stomach, her fingers interlaced. She then turned to face the distant man, her face beautiful gothic painting of sensuality and grace. Her eyes had a hunger to them, their almond shape housing crimson pools of molten ruby. The man looked like a mercenary she thought, swinging a peculiar weapon around with him as he walked. But what really piqued her interest were his words. \n\nA vampire? She thought, she knew her rambunctious daughter had jeopardized their secrecy in the mountains after her last... Buffet was the only word that could come to mind as she recalled the gruesome massacre that happened only months prior. The man's last statement encouraged a chuckle to escape the woman's chest. \n\nShe then spoke, her voice as commanding as it was alluring.\n\"Out searching for vampires are you?\" She asked" }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "The man walked with an odd swagger to his step, he seemed to hold himself in high enough regard that the way he walked practically oozed confidence. At the same time, he seemed very underdressed. Grey pants, black slip on shoes and a tight form fitting black shirt. Despite his choice of attire it did nothing to take away from his powerful build- while Eliza seemed the definition of elegance and beauty Tarin looked like the incarnation of power and dominance. He stood tall, iron-like and corded muscles standing out thanks to his shirt, and the single scar on hip lips plus his bright blue eyes painted a picture of something beyond human in visage.\n\nOnce the woman had stood up did Tarin truly take notice of her, turning his head to look towards her as he continued to walk along his way.\n\n\"*Yep, apparently one went on a real mean streak a few months back and I've been paid a fair bit of coin to put the poor girl down for good.\"\n\nNot bothering to hide his intentions or goal, he truly did not care if that seemed right or wrong, he spoke plainly and without a hint of sarcasm as he continued along.\n\n\"Stay safe now.\" He waved over his head as he walked past Eliza.\n\n\"Weird, lady like that out in the middle of the woods, pretty one too... A little... Too much, honestly...\"\n\nHe might be onto something- \n\n\"Well, you're not exactly the social type and tend to go on long jobs so maybe you're just overreacting. Besides, job is more important right now.\"\n\nNope, he chalked it up to pure coincidence and circumstance that the vampire-like and beautiful woman in the woods outside of the known location of one vampire or more- was just out and about on a walk in the woods. Nothing strange there." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza's eyes thinned as he mentioned his Mission. She knew who he spoke of, the very girl he came her to slay was her darling Alvyra, and the mere thought of somebody harming her lot a fire in her soul so intense she considered butchering the man, bathing in his blood as she wore his entrails like a fur. She took a moment to compose herself, her expression returning to it's usually calm, composed visage of elegance. \n\n\"Do you speak of the immortal child?\" Eliza spoke with a dark inquisition to her voice, she looked collected- but she sounded enraged. \"She who mauls\" She added. Her tone now assertive, dangerous- like a lioness. \n\n\"Does a boy like you have what it takes?\" She teased, her voice oozing with playfulness and malice. \"To best one of my daughters?\" She wouldn't let him escape her sight, she couldn't let herself sleep at day knowing a man was out to kill her precious daughter. \n\nHer body language was tense, as if she were ready to pounce at any moment. Her manicured fingers taught, as if she were clawing into the very air that surrounded her. Her eyes thin, unamused and filled with hate as she tilted her head to the side, as if she were beckoning the man." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "His entire body became coated in goosebumps for just a moment, feeling the malice and bloodlust radiate off the woman behind him for that brief moment.\n\n\"Should've known.\" Sighing to himself Tarin turned around to face Eliza. Gathering from brief assumption and analysis this woman was either friends with or related to his target which means the likelihood of her being a vampire increases tremendously. \n\n\"Overrated nickname, mines better.\" \n\nDrawing his dagger from the sheathe on his hip Tarin also pulled the chain from the short-staff holder on his back and latched the chain onto the hilt of the dagger.\n\n\"Have what it takes?* Please. *The funny thing is, in nearly any other circumstance you'd be right. But, unfortunately for you-\"\n\n* *\n Am the exception.\"\n\nA shockwave of air was left where Tarin had stood previously, his visage was now nothing more than a blur flying through the woods at incredible speeds a towards his original target- Eliza's daughter." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza groaned, as the man began to speak- the confident type this one was. The exception?* She thought, a sultry chuckle escaping her plush lips as she did so. \n\n\"Child... You're out of your element\" She now spoke louder as the man sprinted through the forest. The corners of her lips rising into a perverse smile as she snapped her fingers. Moments of silence passed before a gut wrenching howl could be heard. Footsteps could be heard, animalistic once, like a predator heading straight for the woman. Then they appeared, Vilemaws She called them. A little experiment she had been working on as of late. An animal contracting vampirism was not unheard of, but feed them the blood of a pureblood vampire like herself, and you had a hellish pack of bloodthirsty abominations.\n\n\"Stop him\" She spoke plainly, her voice demanding- angry. Mere moments after her command the three hounds raced after Tarin gaining up on him steadily. Eliza simple followed, walking as if she were going to the market, no sense of urgency could be seen.\n\n\"You won't find her, she's with her pet.\" She wasn't lying, Alvyra had gone on an expedition with Acacias the night before- even Eliza was unsure of their whereabouts." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "Dashing from tree to tree with supernatural speeds Tarin heard the howls, turning his head mid-flight to get a look at them- vile looking things, he thought. He stabbed his large dagger into the next tree he landed against and allowed himself to hang for a moment, a grin of almost uncanny nature pulling across his face while a feeling of blood-lust and malice began to exude from his body, eventually filling the forest with a dread- A demon is here. \n\n\"*That's fine then, I'll have my fun here instead.\" He called out-loud too Eliza, eyes locked on the approaching vilemaws. He'd handle them quickly and then move onto a more refined meal, a vampire.\n\nWith a burst of wind and force Tarin vanished from the tree he had been on and reappeared into view directly infront of the beasts- his odd looking dagger posed to strike. With a quick slash the first beast' head flew while it's body slammed down and slid to a stop on the forest floor. Spinning around the back of his fist cracked against the side of another's head- promptly coating a tree in blood and flesh.\n\nThe third one snapped at him, causing Tarin to quickly back step to avoid the likely deadly bite.\n\n\"Sending dogs after me-\" He dashed forwards, hand clamping like the jaws of a monster much larger than himself around the final beasts throat- it's neck and some of its body seemed to shrink from the grasp, like crunching a water bottle.\n\nHe took a single step towards, arm cranked back- \n\"-HOW CRUEL.*\"\n-he threw the dead vilemaw towards Eliza with enough force that the wind roared within the forest." } ]	284	1,805
454.333333	2023-12-28	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza smirked as her bloody needles grazed Tarin's leg, the delectable scent of his magic drained blood flooding her nostrils- it was a unique aroma, one that filled her with a perverse hunger. She then bit her bottom lip playfully as the blood that made up her lower legs melted away, leaving her tibia and fibula completely bare as the blood pooled into a large puddle beneath her feet.\n\nShe laughed as he spoke to her, it was rare she fought somebody as talkative as him, rare she ever had to Fight Anything- she was a predator and her prey rarely stood a chance. But Tarin was no prey, he was a predator in his own right, but she wouldn't let this distinction affect her performance as she had a daughter to protect from this Wolf. \n\nAs the debris approached Eliza focused her senses, quickly adverting her gaze to Tarin as he attempted to flank her, her crimson eyes locking onto him as she side eyed him with a ravenous smile as if time slowed around them. Eliza than seemingly sunk a few feet down into the puddle, her legs submerged into the puddle of her own blood enough that Tarins slash and debris flew right over her head. \n\nEliza looked up at tarin, her large ruby orbs gazing up at him with a sick hunger within them. She then rose back out of the puddle with enough acceleration that she sprung up into the air, her expensive fabrics dancing in the wind as the moon shined behind her. Eliza's eyes widened with thrill as he readied her blade above her head midair, the blood that made up her hands melting off of her hands and coating her blade in blood, the liquid crawling over the blade- transforming her sleek silver sword into a bloodied serrated blade of agony.\n\nEliza laughed maniacally as she swung her blade downwards, attempting to slice Tarin into two halves using the momentum of her slash and the razor sharp blood that coated her sword.\n\n\"Got you~\" \n\nEliza's words were sultry, bloodthirsty and confident as she cleaved her blade downwards." }, { "author": "Tarin Vs", "message": "\"Creepy-\"\n\nHe thought to himself as he saw her leg change shape and form, a puddle forming at her feet, what a strange power she has. But, now isn't the time to mull over what her powers or abilities might be, he has a job to get back to after this fight anyway.\n\nWith gritted teeth and mild annoyance his blade and attack missed their marks as the vampire sunk below him. It would take a great deal of strength to redirect his strike at this point in time- likely too much strength to burn this early in the fight and if Eliza is as skilled as Tarin assumes she is than he cannot make such a misjudgment. So, he allowed his sword to fly from his hands when he missed the strike, the blade flying through the air and cutting a fully grown tree down as if it was nothing- a testament to the powerful wind magic coating it's edge.\n\nQuickly drawing the dagger from his hip sheath Tarin smirked as Eliza aimed to strike him with he accursed blade- what a truly terrifying and adaptable ability she has.\n\n\"*Hmph.\" The cursed man replied with a simple grunt, raising his daggers edge towards the blade from Eliza that is hurtling down at him. Once it impacted a small dent in the ground formed below his feet, a testament to the strength of a vampire no doubt, but the effects from the cursed dagger began to show themselves in that moment- because the location of the blood coated blade that met his dagger seemed to lose all magic within itself in that moment.\n\nQuickly dodging back from close range Tarin spun mid-air, grabbing the end of a long length of chain from within his shoulder holster and attaching its end to his daggers hilt. Once he fully spun back around his counter attack became apparent, using his momentum and the length of the chain Tarin pulled it with strength- causing the chain to grow tight and for his dagger to arc through the air towards Eliza's left side." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza's demented expression of bloodlust shattered as the pair's blades met, a frown of disappointment forming on the countess' face as she watched part of her bloodied blade melt away forming a small puddle beneath them, how irritating this peculiar blade was- as if it sucked the magic from her blood like she had done to so many men. \n\nEliza's expression then changed to one of dread as she watched the chained blade arc towards her, slashing her left arm at her mid bicep as she let out a small whimper of pain. The cursed blade had caused all the soft porcelain flesh that made up her left arm to melt away into a puddle of scarlet beneath her feet, leaving her arm bare and skeletal.\n\nEliza quickly sank into the puddle of blood beneath her disappearing from sight until she reemerged out of another puddle that sat a few feet behind her leaving the two at a comfortable distance. She groaned as she looked over to her left arm that had only partially reformed and still remained a bare display of ivory bones. \n\nEliza sighed as she flourished her boney fingers, her joints cracking as they bent. Her boney fingertips were elongated and sharp like talons that seemed to shine with the moons glow.\n\n\"How annoying...\"\n\nShe complained as she twirled her blade through the air, the remaining blood that coated the blood spiraling off and clinging back to her right hand as the blood slithered between the crevasses of her boney hand- though her left arm and hand still remained bare.\n\n\"Impressive trick you have wolf, but it won't Save* You. Not against me\"\n\nEliza then pointed the tip of her silver blade towards the puddle of\n\nBlood beneath her, the puddle levitating into a swirling orb of scarlet as she raised her blade above her head. The red orb of blood was suspended over her head like a crimson sun before she swung her blade downwards in a swift motion as the orb began to crystallize into a solid- ruby like solid. She then jumped into the air and slashed the crystal orb of blood into dozens of small razor sharp pieces before landing gracefully back onto the ground, steadying herself with her skeletal hand before raising her head to lock eyes with Tarin as she smiled- her razor sharp fangs on full display. With a flick of her right arm the pieces of crystallized blood above her head began to travel through the hair towards him in a sustained hellfire of brilliant agony." } ]	439	1,363
361.818182	2023-12-14	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Lets go Eliza, you need to feed.\" Had been Noctis' words as he'd knocked upon her door. Images of her slender and curved body flashed through his mind, the memory of her opening the door causing every alarm bell in his head to ring. He'd received many blessings from his father- but he'd inherited just as many curses as well. He assumed she needed to drink blood fresh or at least, would want to. It was probably like eating stale bread or piping hot fresh bread, if there was a choice to make it was obvious. Still he couldn't just let her go around killing innocent people while attached to him. Perhaps that was wrong, perhaps it was just that he shouldn't let her or anyone get away with killing innocent people. Yet innocent people died and died all the time. He almost felt numb to it... Almost. \n\n- - - - \n\n\"I hope you've been enjoying your travels, Eliza.\" He'd dropped the formalities with her, Countess or not, Noctis had once had every Archduke and Duchess boy and grovel at his feet when he sat alongside the Conqueror. He and Eliza were equals in this world, not more or less- they wanted to use each other. His raven black hair shifted gently in the cold Forstead wind, but a current of heat magic through his blood kept him warm. It however would only amplify his scent to her, enhance it, make it more enticing. That was part of the plan too. He wanted her to want him, wanted her to crave him- because then he had something she wanted and could use that. \"I'll admit you've been... A pleasant surprise. Your interest in blade work for one, I'd have to say it's rather unexpected.\" His voice was like a melody of sound, a slight rasp being the only thing that kept it human. He smiled at her, his silver eyes scanning her body as if he were the vampire about to devour her. \n\n\"You may feed on men or women, just leave them alive and with enough blood that rest and food will recover them.\" He said, his hands clasped behind his back. She'd learn to listen and say yes, his grip was an\n\nIron stake and though everything about her made the dark raven inside him that he'd crafted through years of death and life in the shadow caw out like a starving aviary, he'd conquer this like everything else." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza sat within the captains quarters, it was no Tenebrian manor but it was better than was she had seen Sylvar sleeping in, What even is a hammmock?She quickly disregarded the thought and resumed her activities, or at least she tried to- until she was interrupted by a familiar voice as well as a knock. Time to feed? The mere thought of him caring for her hunger made her chuckle, what was he up to exactly? Although she was distrustful of his intentions, he was not wrong. Though adequate, bottled blood simply didn't satisfy her like it did fresh from the source. Eliza's mouth watered at the thought of hunting, and without much hesitation she agreed and stood to her feet, quickly getting changed into something presentable and exiting the captains quarters.\n\n She was then face to face with Noctis and his silvery eyes that seemed to scan her like she were prey. \n\n\"They've sufficed, Although I must say I miss the feeling of stable ground.\" Her long loosely curled hair danced in the shivering winds that battered Forstead. Her attire was elegant and refined, but modest as far as Eliza was concerned- after all she hadn't had much time to get dressed. Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a familiar scent, though it was more intense than last time- Ichor. She smirked at the thought of his blood on her tongue, envisioning the power that would surge through her as she drank from him. \n\n\"Sweetheart, I know you're used to commanding these hooligans as if they were hounds. But i shall not bend so easily, not to mention I think you'll find my diet rather agreeable.\" She then walked past Noctis, her back now facing him as she once again spoke.\n\nShe was pleased to hear that he enjoyed her company, but he wouldn't get that information out of her if she were shackled to the suns surface with a steak in her heart. Truthfully she found his blade work impressive.\n\n\"Aren't you going to escort me? Captain?\" Her soft sultry voice teasing him with every syllable." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"It would be my greatest pleasure.\" He said, in a tone of voice that implied it would be anything but. Still his face carried that ever easy going expression, as if his mind was empty and he were simply enjoying the view of the Forstead mountains in the distance. He envied her fine clothes, once he too had worn the finest of clothes- now he was a proper playing dress up as a prince. Relying solely on his ability to not get dirty to keep the few fine garments he had presentable. It was a weakness of his he would not admit, he loved to be dressed elegantly, loved jewelry and precious gems. \n\n\"Are you pure blood or turned? You only flinched in the sun, so my guess is pure blood, old too. A hundred years maybe.\" He said, discussing her vampirism as casually as he might discuss the weather. He walked a few feet from her but kept even pace, letting himself stare at her. Without looking he seemed to step through the snow after getting off the ship with ease, avoiding roots and jutting rocks as if he were seeking them out. \n\nHer face was an ivory statue of elegant beauty, her fangs were pointed peaks of beautiful death that flashed a silent promise when she spoke. A creature of the night, a lady of the court, a trained and experienced killer. The resonance he felt with that nearly made him shudder, being around her felt... Good. The kind of good that he'd started to feel after years and years of steeping himself in death, when he'd begun to Want To kill. \n\nHe'd only managed to just pull himself from that fate- Eliza was a temptation into it that scared him, though not her or the gods would ever know that." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza's steps were elegant as her attire, she seemed to almost walk on air rather than the ground beneath her. Her eyes shot to Noctis as he asked his questions, side eyeing him as they walked. She was impressed he even knew there was a distinction between the two kinds of her species. Pureblood vampires were extremely rare in this time, the only families she was aware of was hers- the Tenebrians, and the Francisco family. She then parted his blood soaked cushions in the form of lips to speak.\n\n\"Was it not obvious? I'm pureblood, and coming up on three centuries. Surely you remember the fiasco with my family, you're Much Older than I.\"\n\nShe reminisced on the downfall of her once grand family of purebloods, how they were driven out of their own home by monster hunters, her family were anything but monsters- surviving solely on Charity Blood drives. \n\nSnow stuck to her hair and dress, her cold body temperature unable to melt them as they sat atop her skin, leaving her shoulders and hair littered in beautiful crystal flakes of icy brilliance." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Oh am I? Why is it you think that?\" He asked, curious if she could somehow smell age. He wasn't sure, in fact he was quite confident she was just canvassing him, trying to work out his age or get him to admit something. He wouldn't be that easy of a nut to crack. \n\nTruth be told he was realistically probably about 895 years old now, though he'd technically been alive for 3000 or more. Born only fifteen years before the cousin conflicts, he'd been one of Scipios first friends and the youngest of them, the pupil, the hot headed teen for a long time even when the full 11 had been assembled and they'd formed what would become the Eternal Empire. \n\nOld indeed, very old and he could feel it. Yet the sleep had rejuvenated him, and his aging was slowed even better due to the perfect preservation of his body through Masculos blessings. Yes he was old, but in this new age he was practically a newborn. He'd been ignorant to the world for anything past the age of demigods. A couple of years awake in the current age meant he was still scrambling to catch up. \n\n\"Unfortunately I know nothing about your family, but I've had my run in's with vampires.\" Pure bloods had been more common in his time, and he'd even learned some tricks from a pure blooded vampire. What had their name been...? He couldn't remember, he'd been a teenager then. \n\n\"You look lovely tonight.\" He said, looking her over. She did, the dress she wore hugged her body in all the right ways to invite him in but contained more than enough regality that accepting that invitation would mean one's demise. His own extremely hot body melted the snow that landed on him instantly, a perfect parallel to her." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza scoffed at Noctis' questioning of her abilities, How did she know? How do you know the difference between cheap and fine cheese? \n\nThe stench \n\nRegardless it did not matter to her, the age of the man- she simply wanted his blood. She did ponder on why exactly he seemed to be so interested in her, the ideas running through her mind made her smirk as they walked through the cold winds of Forstead.\n\nHow did he know nothing of her family, perhaps that was for the best though. The Tenebrians of old had quite the reputation, they operated in plain site within large cities, hosting Charity Blood drives to feed discreetly- admittedly it was a genius idea, something she hoped to employ in the future.\n\nHer train of thought was interrupted by his complement, a compliment she had heard her entire life- a stale one. Although she could not blame him, she told herself the same very thing nightly. \n\n\"Why thank you dear, it's not my finest gown but you didn't give me much time to change now did you.\"\n\nHer hips swayed hypnotically as she walked, the fabric draping down her legs and onto the floor danced from side to side with each step, her hands regally folded in front of her torso as if approaching the empress herself, she oozed with class." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Only receiving a scoff, he let the subject drop. She obviously knew something but didn't know everything or she would not have asked. Traveling with her was tricky, her knowing so much about him from a fucking sniff was irritating to say the least. \n\nHe had to force himself to not contemplate killing her here and making it easy. A burst of his highest speed and strength and the highest application of his fire Magic, illusion to silence her screams and wind magic to scatter her ashes. A few minutes and it would be over. Yet... His stomach sank at the thought of it. He had been so happy to put that behind him after the end of the wars, the unification war had nearly robbed his humanity. What little he had left of it could hopefully be preserved until the end. \n\n\"No, don't particularly want to take my sweet time babysitting you.\" He said, already seeking out a huntsman or woodcutter or ice trader for her to descend upon with his enhanced senses. \n\n\"After tonight I'm considering trying to set up a way for you to drink blood reliably. Perhaps small payments for blood draws or something from the villages we stop at. Even if I put you to work I'll make sure you always have a steady supply. If we're going to be a team I can't have you killing people. Not if I am to get what I want.\" What he wanted was hard enough, and dangerous to boot, but it needed to be done. \n\nHis silver eyes were distant, cold, thinking a thousand thoughts a minute as if Eliza wasn't there at all." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza stopped in her tracks, her postured shoulders dropping before she turned her head to look over her shoulder, giving him a cold glare. He would have her drink juice boxes for the rest of her life? \n\n\"While that is a lovely idea, you don't expect that to feed an entire family do you? I know our introduction was...\" She looked him up and down, smirking as she reminisced on their intense first encounter. \"Brief- but I have my methods of collecting food. All I ask is you allow me to show you? Hmm?\" Although ruthless, Eliza had refined her feeding methods, having learned a thing or two over her long time on earth. \n\n\"Often I eat the pigs, the men who touch those unwilling.\" She then continued her walk. Now facing the road in front of her rather than her companion.\n\n\"Or the ones who's wives are littered with bruises, the Filth Is who I prey upon. That or just harvest while they sleep, it's quite simple.\" She appreciated his gestures, but the assumption that she Needed His help to eat was somewhat revolting to her, even if she enjoyed him in a twisted way.\n\n\"I'm sure we will find something appetizing soon, I'd rather not feed on beasts while I stay with you- bad for my stomach.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"Sure. Worst that can come of it is that I'll have to kill you anyways.\" He spoke with a bored indifference but gestured as if to say, 'go ahead, do your thing.' He'd observe and see what she did, if what she said was true then she was doing more for the nine realms than the Empress was doing. To be more crass than her, rapists and wife beaters were exempt from his list of people with potential for redemption. Still it was too good to be true, and how many of those types of men were there? He hoped they were rare, an exception not the rule. If he was wrong about that, then perhaps he should just let the Nine Realms be razed and let the gods start over again one day when the heat death of the universe happened. \n\n\"I wouldn't force a lady like yourself to drink beast blood- as uneducated of a view on vampires I might have, I know that's like you asking me to eat bug infested bread. Might keep me alive but...\" He stopped a few feet ahead of her in the snow and turned, looking at her. \n\n\"Family? You call your coven a family?\" He said, and he couldn't keep the contempt from his voice. A bunch of talented people she'd turned and brainwashed to obey her for the rest of their unlives? What a happy family." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "The contempt in his voice almost made her body ignite with rage, she could feel her eyes almost rip out of their sockets they were so wide, her teeth almost barred. How Dare He question her family?\n\nShe then turned around, facing the beautiful imbecile that stood feet away from her. Within an instant she was mere inches away from him, her cold breath dispersing across his face they were so close. \n\n\"My family was Hunted Cast out of their home, they didn't kill a fly.\" Her face was littered with grief, anger, sadness. She truly never did process the loss of her parents, part of her hoped they were still out there, surviving- but she was smart enough to know they were gone. \n\n\"My Coven Is my family.\" She then aggressively put her finger on his chest, nudging him with the fury of an angry mother. \n\n\"Should I tell you of how I rescued Alvyra, a sick orphan from dying alone, never once knowing love, companionship? Should I tell you of Sabrina, forced to sell her body to eat, how she was left to die at the hands of man? I Saved Them, I protect them-\" Seemingly calming her rage mid tantrum she backed away from the man, resuming her walk once more as if her outburst were a mirage.\n\n\"Don't let it happen again.\" Her voice was calm, but there was an intense danger to it- a threat." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis' hand was like iron on her fingers as she moved to walk away from him. Surely she'd turn back in fury, but he'd be holding one hand up in half surrender, half beckoning to wait. Noctis did not trust easily- it was obvious from her smiles, the way she walked, her dress and her age that was good at manipulation. That could also, Would Also mean she was good at acting. It meant that even if the emotion in her voice felt genuine, he couldn't believe her. The idea of it made his chest feel heavy, he knew he'd never trust her because he didn't trust anyone like him. How could he, after all the lying, cheating, steeling and killing he'd done? \n\n\"Show me.\" He said simply, his voice soft. More than that, his voice was Gentle, not soothing nor apologetic, but it was gentle. It was the voice of someone being open, honest- he meant it. He wanted to see. \n\n\"If you really want me to believe you, show me. If you do, I'll apologize for my misinterpretation of your- your family.\" He'd already begun to switch his language from coven to family. \n\n\"Just hold my hands and let your memories of your daughters, of this tragedy of your family (for if it were true and her coven had not hurt humans, then it was a tragedy. The men had made monsters out of shadows and in turn, brought them to life) and i will see it.\" His grip on her fingers loosened and he held his other hand out towards her. \n\nHe would use his illusion magic to allow her to pass her through to through him and act as a conduit to protect them with sight and sound for him to see and witness. \n\n\"I know that what I ask of you is a serious thing- but if you're being honest... Then I'll help you fix the wrongs that have been done to you.\" \n\nWHAT?! Where in Masculos fucking name did That Come from?! Help her? Help her what, right the wrongs of human men long dead? Help her bring back her dead family? Why the fuck would he help her, the plan was to Use Her you stupid, stupid fucking demigod. \n\nYet here he was, sailin\n\nG on a ship that made him sick to get supplies to help a Drow get a boat, a demon get his life back and now what, help a vampire be seen as something other than a monster? He Was The fucking monster, in his time he'd been the god damned boogeyman with a pretty pretty mask. \n\nEven as he warred with himself within, his eyes were sincere, his hand waiting, his other delicately squeezing her fingers as if... As if he already believed her." } ]	324	3,980
494.25	2023-12-15	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza froze as she felt his hand stop her as she walked away, turning her head to look and see what her body told her was real before turning to face him. Her other arm slowly, hesitantly- almost unwillingly falling into his. And then they came, those horrible memories came flooding in like a damn that blocked acid was smashed releasing poison into her brain- all of which he would watch as her memories projected before them. \n\nThe Tenebrians, one of the eldest pureblood families there was. Alchemy was the families specialty, having grown an expansive empire selling ingredients and potions across the lands. The family survived off of charity blood drives, as to not cause harm to innocents.\n\nScenes of a young girl pruning flowers alongside a tall, pale beautiful woman. Scenes of a young girl mixing ingredients with her father, giggling as a bad combination of ingredients resulted in an explosion of dust.\nVisions of bliss, visions of peace.\n\nVisions of a now teenage girl fleeing her home, flames and arrows skimming her as she sprinted through the forest with a cat in her arms. How she watched as her father being dragged away, of her mothers head falling to the ground. Visions of horror, visions of tragedy. \n\nA weak, small girl laying within a field of lilies as her life faded into nothingness. Of Eliza's embrace, how happy the girl was to have a chance at life. Of her son, that of her own blood, who she nurtured from a child into a strong and capable man. Funerals of fallen kin, an ocean of women in black gowns and sorrowed tears burying yet another daughter. \n\nEliza screamed as she yanked her hands out of his, the projection of her memories shattering into dust as she cupped her face and wept." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis had been born in the age when cities were only first being formed by the races of Aeterna, when even the elves were young and naive and the men knew the names of the spirits and their parents could tell them what the visages of the gods looked like. He'd grown up in a time where the world had been a chaotic stream of death, and then a lulling river of peace. When he was a young boy, he'd promised himself to create a world where children didn't lie alone crying. He'd buried his mother and no one had visited her grave, the greatest mortal swordswoman who'd impressed even the gods, and in death she rotted alone. \n\nNoctis had sold his body, his soul, let people touch him and invade him, taken lives, slit throats and broken trusts and pacts- all to ensure he saw that world. Then he'd fallen in love with the wrong person, and his life was ripped away. He'd slept; slept for eons, slept through more wars and more death- and he'd not even begun to imagine the kind of hate that had settled into the rotten heart of his beloved nine realms. He watched the memories go by and he burned them into his brain with his magic, each tragic, painful, wicked image. \n\nAs her hands ripped away and the memories swirled into snowflakes, her weeping washed over him. How many people like Eliza were out there in this new world he had come to? How many more like Sylvar, Valac or that woman who'd found him, Wisteria. \n\nBeautiful and strange Wisteria as secretly kind and gentle as the flower named after her, terrible with people and yet, always wanting to help the weak. A total outcast from something, she'd been running from something. \n\nPeople like Esme who were good and beloved by nature- who still had some dark and horrible thing in their past eating away at them? \n\nNow here was Eliza, all the things he thought she was but also so, So Much more. A woman of deadly dark elegance crafted to be so because she was a Survivor Who had simply had her chance to live a life of joy and light r\n\nIpped from her with fire and blades.\n\nAs she cried into her hands, she'd feel his own fingers come up and stroke her perfectly done hair gently. Then a soft song resonated out through the small clearing they found themselves in. \n\nIt was a song of the martyr mother, a song he'd written himself as a teenager. \n\n\"Her thankless life was not in vain, though her life was suffering and pain, \nI will be her bright spring bloom, I will find her on the moon. \nMy martyr mother alone in the snow, \nMy martyr mother who bled so I'd grow.\" \n\nIt was only a small part but the meaning of it was simple- as he finished, he was shocked to find that he was still stroking her hair back and his other hand wiping back tears. \n\nThe meaning of the song was simple, and he whispered it. \n\n\"Honored are the mothers who suffer so that their children may have a chance to smile. As your mother did for you, you do for your children.\" Once her moment of grief was passed, he'd step back and do perhaps the most surprising thing yet. \n\nDropping to his knees, he placed his forehead into the snow and his hands beside his head. He spoke clearly and plainly, no crying or wavering, just a simple statement of truth. \n\n\"I have offended your family and your honor as a mother, I humbly apologize for my ignorance.\" \n\nIt wasn't an offer of servitude or an offer to \"Make it up\", he wasn't that selfless, but it was a genuine and sincere apology before this woman who's pain had been scoffed at by him and many others like him." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza wept for her daughters slain simply for existing, she wept for her parents who suffered the same fate. It hurt her to be seen by Noctis like this, her strong demeanor reduced to a helpless grief struck woman, it was embarrassing beyond comprehension for her- she felt weak. \n\nShe almost jumped as she felt the man gently stroke her hair, nearly bit off his finger as he wiped away her tears. Her crimson orbs gazing into his silver ones as he caressed her face, her salty tears soaking his fingertips. She opened her mouth to protest, to scream at him for patronizing her- but she remained silent. \n\nThen she heard the song, admittedly a beautiful song. One she resonated with as if she had written it herself, one that spoke to her broken, wounded soul. Her rage of being treated as weak, as being treated like a helpless girl melting away as he sang, she hated him for making her feel so seen. For making her relate to him, she could hear the pain in his voice with each syllable, with each breath- this song meant something to him too. \n\nThe tears that ran down her face moments ago had wiped away her rosy blush she had so carefully applied in the captains quarters, melted away her attempt as being seen as anything other than what she was. \n\nHer scarlet gaze widened as he dropped to the floor, as he groveled beneath her apologizing. Part of her wondered if he was being sincere, if this was all a ploy to get her alone and steak her in the heart- she had heard crueler tales of her kin being slain. But the way he rested his head in the snow told her if his sincerity, but he would not get away with touching her precious hair, for touching her without permission- regardless of his intent. \n\nOnce Noctis stood before her and they met gaze Eliza smiled before promptly backhanding him across the face, the blow was powerful enough to create a sound loud enough nearby rodents scurried in fear.\n\n\"Do not touch my hair.\" She spoke plainly as she walked away from him, resuming their\n\nStroll before she spoke once more.\n\n\"Apology accepted.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "The slap stung like a million fire ants across his face and he felt a slight fracture in his jaw from her empowere vampiric strength. He was strong, yes, but he was only at an extreme level when powered by magic. He felt every ounce of that force and even had to blink back tears,though they were banished quickly. He did not repeat a sorry, rarely did Noctis apologize at all. In fact her had to bite his lip so hard it bled not to grab her by her damned hair and throw her screaming into the night like a porcelian fucking ragdoll. See how composed and lady like she'd be then. The moment of fury faded, fury fed through years of fighting for survival, of pain being the start of his survival instinct. He was instead silent and walked on, several feet away again and his silver eyes streaked with amber. His eyes began to turn amber when he felt strong emotions or used his godly power. \n\nAfter a few minutes of silent walking he muttered a curt \"Village this way.\" He then empowered himself slightly and put on speed, moving quickly through the blinding white terrain. It took him some time to realize his fists were still clenched tightly, one even around the hilt of his sword. He removed his hand from it as they neared the outskirt of the village and he squatted on a hill that overlooked it, watching. \n\n\"Do your thing.\" He said, turning his gaze from the village and looking away from her, to scan the trees and distant mountaintops. It seemed his old ways were dead. It stung, and it made him ache for home." } ]	411	1,977
1,077.75	2023-12-18	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza thought to herself as they walked, what compelled him to comfort her in such a way- to... It didn't matter, it was done and over. While she would never admit it part of her felt bad for hitting the boy, no matter how much she feels he deserved it. \n\nShe walked gracefully through the snow roads, watching as Noctis treading in front of her. She carefully watched as he clutched his blades hilt, a wave of anger washing of her as he did, How insolent of him. \n\nOnce they arrived at the village Eliza smiled, her nostrils flooding with delicious smells of blood. Her head searched around, gazing at homes, peering in windows before she heard something- a commotion coming from a small home near the edge of the village. Eliza gracefully made her way towards the home, her floaty gown gliding in the wind behind her as she walked, it was as if she were a painting. \n\nEliza heard commotion coming from the home, she heard an angry man yelling, a small boy running. She did not care for the details, perhaps a common flaw of her moral judgement at time. She rushed into the home like a blur in the wind and shortly returned to Noctis' side with a sever hand in her grasp, she was holding it above her head and carefully siphoning the blood into her mouth. The hand had a decently valuable gold ring on it, one Eliza promptly handed to Noctis with a small smile.\n\n\"For your troubles, it's got a lovely sapphire in the band look.\" Eliza put the hand close to his face, flashing the ring. She then carefully removed the ring and placed it into Noctis' hand before walking a few paces away from him. Eliza gave him a wink as she threw the hand to the floor after sucking it dry." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "The raven haired man stood there, still gazing out at the mountains. He'd heard the same things she'd heard, but he hadn't been able to fully paint the picture. Perhaps it had been a drunken father on a nightly rampage against his child. \n\nPerhaps it was a rambunctious child pushed one too many buttons and getting a strapping. The gods knew he'd received strappings for his mother- hadn't meant he'd wished harm on her. When the hand landed wetly in the snow and he felt the ring pushed into his hand, he could feel himself stiffen. The pain his jaw was a dull throb, he knew pain, could tolerate it further than most people could stay sane- but it made him furious. Her wink was delusional, was she insane? \n\n\"Generate weaves of wind and fire to give the cold ring rotation, penetration and burning power. Let it build up speed, enhance the senses and then enhance just your finger- flick it and put it through her heart.\" He thought to himself. Once she was incapacitated burn her heartless corpse and walk back. Sure she had her reasons, but a killer was a killer right? He'd have the money she brought, she'd be dead- but the pain in his jaw would continue. \n\nHe hadnt known why he'd touched her hair, it was painful to him to see a mother cry over children, to see a child cry for their parents. Still it had been the wrong move, surely. To think of killing her so coldly. \n\n\"She justified her own murder just now off a chance, a whim. You're not any better than her. There's a chance that man was innocent and you're ready to kill her and rip a mother from the lives of her kin.\" His voice hissed at him. It was almost comical. The ring trembled in his hands as his mana built up to deliver a killing blow- but he closed his fist around the gold ring and pocketed it. Better to sell it off later. \n\nTurning, he walked back towards the ship. \n\n\"So you're a childish brat that still plays with your food. Glad to see I got to learn something about you on this trip.\" He said, his voice iro\n\nN and his handsome features a furious stone surface. It would come to her as a shock that the iron in his voice wasn't anger... He was lecturing her. \n\n \"Maybe next time spend more time studying your target, there's a chance he was hurting his child- but one bad night does not mean he should die or lose a hand, Eliza. You can't go around acting like a brainless twit and then expect people to not call you a vampire. You want to fix the way the world works you need to work too, it won't just right itself because it wronged you, Princess.\" \n\nHe was ready this time, his enhancement already activated so that if her rage turned into action- he'd be able to move and not suffer the fate his poor jaw had. \n\nShe wanted to strike him, wanted him to see her ways- then she was going to learn the cost of what it took to stand by his side. He'd helped Scipio conquer a nation of godlings, battled dragons and trained with the greatest sorcerers in history- no two hundred year old vampire would backhand Him And then give him some hand me down ring from her last god damned Meal." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza licked her lips clean as she walked behind Noctis whilst he began to walk back towards the ship. A small smile was painted upon her face as they walked, her scarlet eyes dancing around around them as she studied the snow, the mountains as well as anything else she found to be noteworthy. Then he spoke, His tone Infuriated her more than what his foul mouth had conjured. She stopped her pace as he continued ahead of her unaware that she had stopped moving. \n\nPrincess? The feeling of being belittled by him of all people filled her with an uncharacteristic rage, one that was only ever invoked when her children's lives were at stake. How dare he misunderstand her so harshly after seeing her life story painted clearly in front of his regrettably handsome face, she wanted to peel him like an apple and feed the skin to her vilemaws as she reveled in the sweet ichor dripping from his corpse.\n\n\"It seems you've learned Nothing About me on this trip, even with my memories painted in front of you like a horrible painting.\"\n\nThe flesh that made up her right hand melted away to reveal a bare skeletal hand, she then pierced her own sternum, her hand reaching deep into her thoracic cavity before she yanked it out revealing a bloodied silver sword. \n\nShe let out a sigh before cracking her neck, her movements filled with anger and malice. A loud, almost unnatural crack could be heard as she did so. \n\n\"I thought you were different Noctis, but you're just another subpar sack of meat.\" \n\nShe pointed her sword towards the sky above her head as the blood on the blade formed into a swirling orb of scarlet above her head. Eliza then quickly lowered her blade as needles of crystallized blood rained down from the orb above her head, heading straight for Noctis." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "As the flesh melted from the skeleton of her hand, it was as if the world around him slowed to less than a crawl. It was no magic, not really- it was hundreds of years of combat experience. Of life or death being only a moment away from him and having come out on top enough times that its no longer simply luck. The world was a beautiful snow white masterpiece, crystal flakes clung to the tall pine nettles of Forstead, the mountains beyond were a visage of the worlds ancient spine protruding from the earth. It was always in the moments when death was close at hand that the world looked the most beautiful. So her power was that her flesh and muscle were made up entirely of a unique blood that she could manipulate? It meant no matter how much yoou cut or stabbed her, she'd only become more deadly. \n. \n . \n . Wonderful! How wonderful! How simply 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼. \n\nPerhaps her first warning sign would have been the smile on his face. His silver eyes lit up and glowing like twin moons breaking through the clouds of his raven hair and the fog of his long dark ashes. Maybe if she'd known it was a smile of ecstasy it would have given her pause, maybe she would have retreated to know what he was doing even as the blood needles fired their deaths rain upon him. Arms spread wide as if ready to embrace her attack, his smile only got wider. \n\n\n\n\n\nThe sting of her hand and knuckles across his jaw, the fiery pain of it through his jaw. How many times had would be lovers tossed around their pretty toy just to show their dominance? How many strikes had he willingly taken, how many times had he been invaded simply to give Scipio an inch of give in a world that hated him, wanted to see him burn? He knew now why the slap bothered him so, because he'd only ever been slapped after being used like a carnal device, like a doll. He loathed to be slapped and now she had the fucking audacity to call him a subpar sack of meat? \n\nSuddenly fire roared into a wall in front of him to abs\n\nOrb the needles and burn them away just as they would be too close and pierce his flesh. As the crackle of the flames began to subside, the sound that would fill the clearing they were in would be... Laughter? Golden light was flooding Noctis' veins now as he tapped into the massive lake of power that was his mana pool. Hundreds of years of life. Thousands of battles, a demigod born in an age when demigods were plentiful and killed each other endlessly until only a few remained. And he had 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕. His Enhancement magic was working full force now, empowering his brain to process information and deliver commands faster than any human should be able to do. Already he was weaving flows of complex air and fire around them- weaving them together with varying levels of heat and rotation speed, doing this over and over and pushing the wind faster and faster around them. What sounded like a trains whistle, a terrible scream of sound and suddenly springing into life around them... \n\n 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖔.\n\nThis was only the beginning, only the start. He took the time to read her memories, offered her comfort and she struck him, bellitled with him a stolen gift and then called him a sack of meat?! This damn woman was the greatest! She knew how to make him feel alive, how to make his blood boil. She wanted to throw her blood at him, he'd burn it all away. Yet even then he knew somewhere far back in his mind that these were not his only thoughts, quieter thoughts... \n\n\"She's a hurt woman like any other woman, she was vulnerable with you and scared, you got too close and the touch shocked her. It was natural.\" \n\nYet both of them were creatures of pride, both had walked a world of shadows and death. Both had experienced the bitter sting of losing everything they held dear. This had to be done, she had to see the truth. \n\n\"You want to see 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 Eliza Tenebrian?\" He asked, his voice somehow sounding as if he were whispering against her ear, louder to her than the flaming, screeching tornado that boxed them in. She would not escape this showing, she would not get to walk away. Tonight was the night that both of them understood each other. She'd suffered and lost everything and now was doing everything she could to make the most of the world she'd been born into. Well he too had suffered and lost everything, and now was doing everything he could to make the most of the world he'd be reborn into. Yet he was stronger, he was older, he had what it took to do things others thought impossible. \n\n\"I want this woman.\" He thought, and he knew it to be true. Noctis wasn't sure what this meant, only that he wanted this vampire, this creature of life and death to be his. Perhaps it was her power, perhaps it was her riches, perhaps... \"I must be insane.\" It was because she was him, a mirror of himself and one of the only creatures who might understand a glimmer of what he was. She was remarkably beautiful and damned by fate, she'd had love and lost and gained it again, she w\n\nAs to him everything he'd been and everything he hoped he could have again, she had a family and loved them, she had her power and her fineries. Everything he'd lost and wanted to have all standing there trying to kill him with her blood. \n\nNoctis was floating now as snow melted rapidly around their feet and the flaming wall around them swirled, trees burning like torches. The screams of the nearby villagers could be heard as they all rushed through the night to flee the village, unsure if the tornado would sweep towards them. He floated with a look of ecstasy on his face as divine power flooded his body. He was going to do it, to summon his father again. Noctis fled this feeling usually, because the thirst for power it gave him was worse than even the hungriest vampires burning desire.\n\nSuddenly the golden light in his veins began to seep from his fingernails, his skin. He began to cry tears of gold as his eyes shifted from silver, to grey, to amber and then to a blazing red and gold. His smile was that of bliss as the golden aura swirled around him, building itself into layers upon layers of golden thread. The magic energy here was so great, so monsterous that the very air was heavy and would press down upon Elizas shoulders. He floated higher, higher as this golden body began to form around him. Feet, legs, hips and a torso all forming to create a thirty foot tall visage that looked down at her. In that moment... All would go... Blank. \n\n 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘵, 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺. 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘋 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵.\"\n\nThe voice that came from that face of pure beauty, like Noctis' own and yet so much more beautiful that it made Noctis seem hideous in comparison. Features that cannot be described, for they are just as quickly forgotten. A body so perfect, all detail cannot be contained within the mind. More than that, Eliza gets a glimpse at the true essence of all that makes the world beautiful, no... All that makes the universe beautiful. She witnesses the first collisions of stars that created the very framework for magic and life in the realms, witnessed in an instant every beautiful thing that has happened and will happen, and then her mind would forget it all instantly because it would kill her otherwise. This was what it was like to look upon the visage of the god of beauty, Masculo, scoffed\n\nAt by men of war who knew nothing of power.\n\nThis Is what Eliza would witness in this moment, trapped within a flaming tornado with a demigod high on his own power.\n\nThen it was over. The golden visage would fade and memory of what it looked like vanished from her brain- all she knew was that she'd seen it and that she had forgotten. The flaming tornado would die down almost as quickly as it came and it would drift away into silence. The earth beneath their feet was devoid of snow, melted away, the nearby trees nothing but charred remains and the air full of swirling snow and ash. \n\nNoctis would drift down and land lightly on his feet, eyes still a burning gold and red with amber streaks. He strode forward then, still brimming with enough power to eradicate a city. \n\n\"I honored you and the memory of your family. I honored you as a mother, as a leader. I admitted to seeing through your sanguine exterior to the woman inside. Now you will honor me, striking your hand across my face. You will never do so again.\" He said, gazing at her with those eyes like a collapsing star. It was clear from the way he stood, the way he watched her and the words he spoke... He wanted her to bow to him the same way he'd bowed to her. \n\n\"I will have you Eliza Tenebrian, I will ensure the victory of your family against a world that opresses you- but first you will honor me.\" \n\nA demi-god of Masculo, a general of wars fought eons ago, a survivor of the world when power ran rampant and blood made rivers of divine hell. \n\n\"Bend. Your. Knee.\" \n\nIt wasn't just a bow he wanted from her, it was service. He was demanding her enter his service. His fate, her fate, the fate of her family- perhaps the fate of the Nine Realms all rested on the knifes edge of pride." } ]	556	4,311
328.166667	2023-12-21	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Noctis", "message": "Noctis watched her love and knew that any risk of deadly conflict between them had been quashed. His body was still experiencing the high of power, the rush of energy when tapping into their parents form that made any demigod feel nearly drunk. He swayed slightly where he stood, his burning eyes never leaving her back as she retreated from him. She was just boned underneath that all that fine clothing and pretty hair, her lovely face was a painted mask onto a skull canvas that wore it wonderfully. \n\nIt made her feel somehow more human. As if beneath all that beauty and otherworldly grace and deep pride was just a bunch of bones like him, like any man. He wanted to care, wanted to apologize for what he'd done to her- to the villagers. In a way he did, deep down and truly he did but on the surface he simply felt... Wonderful. \n\nSo this was a game they were playing? Well how many games had he played throughout the years? Yet all it took was one loss. Still he breathed, still he walked these damned realms. As she returned to the ship, he still stood in the charred clearing and laughed. \n\n- - - - \n\nIt was well past two am when Eliza would hear a knock at her door, several hours after they'd parted. When she opened the door, she'd find a rather exhausted looking Noctis with grey eyes instead of silver or amber and a black short sleeved tunic and some leather pants, with high worn leather boots. He carried no weapon and had no armor on, just what seemed to be a field medics kit in his hand. \n\n\"May I come in, Lady Tenebrien.\" He asked, leaning against her doorframe and watching with aged grey eyes that did not match the youthful face he possessed. His tone wasn't light, but it wasn't tense- it simply sounded tired. \"We still have some matters of business to discuss.\"" }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza sat before the quaint vanity in the captains quarters aboard the Onyx Crest. She stared into the mirror with a blank expression as she brushed her hair with a elegant silver comb engraved with cats and elegant carvings. She paused mid stroke of her arm and adverted her gaze towards the door, more importantly the dreadful knocking coming from the other side. She sighed as she made her way to the door, begrudgingly opening it to be met with her Favorite Demi god- Noctis. \n\nEliza was wearing an elaborate gown with an open back, as she had been awake for a few hours she was able to dress to her own standards- although she looked rather drained. The encounter the two shared the other day had taken a lot out of Eliza mentally, she was annoyed he would even disturb her so soon even if it was for Business\n\n\"What is it?\" \n\nEliza spoke plainly, a hint of irritability was apparent in her tone. She was still unsure on how she felt about Noctis, and the group as a whole- she had almost left hours ago back to her manor, to safety, to her family. But she had ulterior motives, and Noctis seemed to as well. \n\n\"Why don't you come in, I don't care to go out tonight.\"" }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "She was an unlit vision of grace, the subtle curves of her body on display beneath and against the dark fabrics she'd donned upon herself. His silver eyes wanted to travel, but his mind didn't not let that weakness take hold and give sway. Instead he gaze took in her face, though that would do no better. Truly as beautiful as Esme, another side of the same coin, a type of beauty that wasn't fair- shouldn't be fair. An ironic thought coming from Noctis, one that made a sick bubble of twisted mirth pop acidly in his stomach. \n\nEsme. The witch of twilight, a woman's who's heart was good and who's powers always danced dangerously close to the dark- the time between night and day. Never fully in either. She'd been part of the reason he'd come tonight. As she invited him in, he swept passed her and went to her vanity, moving aside her things and setting down a lacquered wooden box. With a deft hand he flicked open the box to reveal a syringe and three glass vials. It was impossible for shadows to form under his eyes, his body wouldn't allow had he not slept for a week. Yet still he seemed tired, worn out- paler. As if someone had sapped the color from him, left him nothing but a pretty marble statue that forgot it shouldn't move. \n\n\"I want you to leave, Eliza.\" He said once he'd finished setting up, straightening and turning to look at her with those strangely mortal grey eyes. Not the vibrant silver, but a plain and human grey. \"And I don't want you to go home yet.\"" }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza's eyes widened with rage as Noctis brushed her belongings aside, reaching out to grab the delicates before they fell onto the floor. She grunted as she put them on the nightstand and quickly adverted her gaze towards the man before her. \n\nHer anger softened as she laid eyes upon him, he was so disheveled she barely recognized him. Once a powerhouse of divine energy with pools of silver for eyes he looked rather- human now, it was killing her appetite... His blood didn't seem to smell as delicious as before either. With a soft expression, her brows arches with sympathy she spoke, completely disregarding anything he said and instead honing in on his weak appearance. \n\n\"Business can wait- I'm more interested in whate- What happened to You?\" \n\nEliza stumbled over her speech, she couldn't help but be concerned for Noctis, more so concerned for his godhood... His blood surely tasted disgustingly mortal now. It almost saddened her to see him in such a state, she could only imagine what's wrong with him, his eyes were no longer an enchanting pool of silver but a dull human grey." }, { "author": "Noctis", "message": "\"The gap between us isn't as large as you think it is, Eliza Tenebrian.\" He growled, flashing his perfect pearl like teeth. Then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, though it all fell perfectly back into place as if he'd never touched it. Still he rested his forehead upon his palm and looked at her from the corner of his eye. She'd flipped her switch so quickly- only nights ago she'd been willing to actually Murder Him. His mind ran through the reasons why she'd care with her genuinely concerned not even being on the list of possibilities. Still the softer tone she had now was... Alluring. He blinked his eyes closed and shook his head. \n\n\"You're worried that my blood is no good anymore. Well fear not, my mana is just... Severely drained. All that 'impressive magic'\" He said, making air quotes with one free hand, \"Is a lot more draining than you'd think. Especially tapping into my fathers power. Mortals aren't supposed to wield the power of the gods- it's dangerously addictive and will incinerate you if done carelessly.\" He said simply. \"My blood is still just as good- perhaps even more potent now. If you're smelling a difference it's because my body is grappling with my mortal half.\" \n\nHe sat up and stood, crossing the room to push her door closed and lock it. \n\n\"Are your curiosities satisfied, my lady?\" He asked, walking back over to the vanity and going about arranging the vials and pulling some parchment from his pants pocket, as well as a quill and ink pot." }, { "author": "Eliza Tenebrian", "message": "Eliza peered over to Noctis as he moved vials and... Ink? Was he preparing a contract of sorts? The idea was amusing to her, but comedy aside Eliza was curious. Disregarding it for the moment she sat on the bed and crossed her legs.\n\n\"So that's what you showed me on our promenade? The visage of a god? Tantalizing.\" \n\nEliza spoke plainly as Bris meowed through the halls and stampeded into the captains quarters. The small cat hissed at Noctis before jumping into Eliza's lap and nuzzling her before rolling onto its belly. \n\nEliza gently scratched the cats tummy, occasionally pulling her hand away so that the small feline could bat away at her fingers playfully.\n\n\"Care to explain the vials? The ink? Surely you aren't here to have me sign anything.\" \n\nEliza scoffed after she spoke, gently picking up the cat and setting the cat onto a pillow- Bris attacking the pillow moments after being set down. \n\nEliza then looked back at Noctis, frowning at the still unfamiliar sight of his decrepit appearance. To her dismay he was still as handsome as ever, his beautifully holy visage enchanting her gaze as it laid upon him. She then peered back to the vials, as well as the parchment... So he was having her sign something...\n\n\"What brings you here Noctis, you seem to have an Agenda\"\n\nAs Eliza spoke she stood, her tall figure now a few feet away from the demi god as she walked closer to him, glancing over his shoulder to get a better look at the items on the vanity. \n\n\"I hope you have a good reason for almost breaking my vial of gorgon blood. Great for the skin.\"" } ]	342	1,969

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