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[ { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She arrived within the countries coastline just crossing the border between here and Beast country. Sitting on the sand. Looking out to the rising sun , she had been walking all night. In 1 direction. Was it more than a night. 2 days... It was hard to tell. \nDirty, drained and bloody she looked at the only peace that was there for her. The peacefulness within the coastline. Just laying on the sand*\n\n\"That pig man, did he care ....\"\n\n\"Or am I just to dumb to realise that it was a lie\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*As the sun rose above the horizon, it revealed a shadowy, out-of-place figure on the beach too. Varana, clad in rather worn black dress, seemed to be in the midst of searching for something on the sandy shore. What it was, one could only guess. But soon enough her crimson eyes fell upon another figure, lying in the sand. Varana tilted her head to the side curiously, long black hair swaying in the cool ocean breeze. She was unable to hide the rather eerie grin that was splayed across her lips.*\n\n\"...Heya, everything alright?\" *Varana crouched down next to the stranger and reached over to give them a poke.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She jolted back at the figure as she throw sand at her feet , she was covered, no, drenched in blood. All dried and seeming that she hadn't gotten much sleep. She was tired , clearly exhausted. Her body covered in strange markings as she wore a thin casing of clothe and a dark green cloak with a hood. She was frightened *\n\"P please get away I don't wanna hurt you.. I'm just trying to enjoy the sun Mrs.. I don't even know where I am... What I'm doing here...\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana didn't seem to mind the sand; she was barefoot. It was not much of a deterrence. The Ardent Macen could certainly see that this stranger was in quite a battered condition. While part of her was certainly tempted to leave them be, it probably wouldn't be a good look if this stranger died here. Then she might be accused of being the murderer! That would be... Inconvenient, to say the least.*\n\n\"Errrr, I'm sure I'll be fineee. But sure, have all the sun ya want, that's fine!!\" *Varana shuffled back a bit to give the stranger some space. There was a pause. Varana glanced out to the sunrise too. It was quite beautiful, and stole her attention for more than a moment.* \"...So uh, ya seem pretty beat up by the look of things. Nearest city is that way, buuut ya might wanna clean off first.\" *The lady motioned off towards a direction away from the beach.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She sunk her Marked blood stained hands into the sand as just stared out to it with gleaming desperate blue eyes that fought with the sky's blue. She was mesmerised. Her face completely enthralled in it as her jaw stayed open . Dry parched lips red from the stained death.*\n\"I've never Been to the beach. It sure I'd lovely isn't it? So peaceful. \"\n*She clearly wasn't well , in shock but she talked calmly and soft. She was patient with what you said to her finally looking away from the sun to you* \"City... What. Kingdom am I in.. The date...\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Uhhhh, well we're in Salvainia. The date isss... One day after yesterday!\" *Varana explained with a small chuckle. She had no idea what the official year was or anything like that. But she tried to give a rough approximation for the stranger.* \"I'd say it's winter time—buuut things are a lot warmer here along the coast.\" \n\n\"Were ya in a battle or something? How'd ya end up here on the beach? Do ya have a name?—\" *The necromancer cut herself off. She had lots of questions and was eager to learn more about this mysterious stranger, but also did not want to overwhelm them.* \"I'm Varana, by the way!!\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "\"Elizabeth. That is my name.\"*She looked at her body, cut , dried blood and all sorts done to it with dirtied clothing to her. She has seen better days. She looked at the girl taking her hand out of the sand putting it towards her. Runes, markings, sigils. Carved , almost tattooed into her pale soft skin. Looking like it had always been there. They looked beyond time. Ancient, blood red the sigils ran to any part of her body that was visible. Even small , they covered near to every part Below her shoulders*\"Fight?Battle... Yes. There was .\"*She looked down at herself. Awfully feeling the pain now as the seasalt air pressed into her open wounds.\nThe bloodshed body flinching as the pain stinged. \nIt was burning as she bit her lip a bit . Seeming she had been running off adrenaline until now. \nSeeing someone else giving her a reality check to what she had been. She screamed in pain a bit. Feeling every open gnash on her. Getting up immediately rushing to the ocean and throwing up away from you as she stood in the water falling backwards so she half hung out on the shore breathing in , in and out.* \"Varana. Nice to meet you Varana. W where do you come from?\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana nodded slowly as she listened to the stranger state her name. Her attention was quickly taken by the strange ancient runes that seemed carved Elizabeth's skin. How odd... Varana had not seem something like it before. Was Elizabeth a cultist or something? Old runes like that inevitably piqued her curiosity. Varana wanted to learn more and couldn't help to shamelessly stare at the strange symbols. But before the necromancer could inquire, Elizabeth was already up and dashing towards the sea to get cleaned off.*\n\n*The screams helped cue Varana in to the fact that Elizabeth was definitely injured. After an intense battle, it was always hard to tell whether blood was your own or someone else's...*\n\n\"A-Ah! Yes, nice to meetcha too... Elizabeth!\" *She paused a moment.* \"Ehe... Anyone ever call ya Liz? And errrr, do ya need some help getting patched up? I might be able to help! Wouldn't be the first time I've healed up someone I just met... In fact one time, an explorer I was trying to meet up with got attacked by bandits. I was able to fight off the bandits and heal him up after!\" *Varana let out a small laugh. She didn't look like a bandit slayer, being rather short and thin. The necromancer had failed to indicate how she had managed to both heal that adventurer and fight off those bandits. Surely she wasn't telling a tall tale, right?* \"So... Yeah! Don't worry, yer in good company~\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She almost froze as she looked at you, the appearance being extremely strange even noticing now. To tired to be frightened of such a look as her lips muttered words to herself*\n\"Aukatsang? Rituals...? Her appearance is uncanny... A halo... \" *Seeming to be talking to herself, about information she couldn't possibly know about striking as strange to you.*\n\n*She crouched down to listen to you, observing your appearance all while doing so.* \"Elizabeth is just fine... Your a healer? But you look... Different. S sorry what?\"*She was back muttering to herself as she looked at you every few seconds completely seeming like she's lost it*\n\n\"You do Necromancy... Is that right... The magic and aura you have. I'm actually travelling... To look to learn about magic personally... For something very important to me\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"...Eh?\" *Varana blinked. She hadn't bothered to give her last name. Annnd the Ardent Macen was pretty sure she had hidden her wings and halo before coming over to help. Maybe Elizabeth had caught a glimpse, buuut that didn't explain how she knew her surname. It was sorta creepy, sure. But as a necromancer, Varana wasn't one to judge. Maybe Elizabeth had some unique telepathic abilities or something... Who knows!* \"Well, no I'm not exactly a healer...\"\n\n*Elizabeth also seemed to have a pretty accurate hunch about her skillset. Varana paused, then nodded.* \"M-Mhm! Yup, I do necromancy magic, and some other stuff too. Buuut I can heal with some of the magic! We just need a blood sacrifice.\" *Varana casually explained with that eerie, characteristic grin. At least Elizabeth didn't seem to automatically hate her guts. Yet. Not everyone was found of necromancers.*\n\n\"Travelling is fun! I travel to learn about old artifacts and things. If you need directions around here, I can probably help. I've been trying to excavate the site of an old city near the mouth of a river not too far from here.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She looked at your expression surprised by the information told by me . Surprised myself It even knew all this especially for this certain person. Being an absolute coincidence maybe or dumb luck*\n\n\"I'm not magic caster myself ... I don't know a thing about it... Travelling to learn it...\"\n*Looking at you with dull blue beauty . 2 eyes glistening in the sun*\n\n\"Blood sacrifice... No wonder she's so interested... L listen I wanna make sure I get this right. You sacrifice...\"*She paused not wanting to pry as if she didn't want to know either. She was tires as it was placing her Runed hand near her* \"Would it be possible to be my guide for a bit... I havnt slept in days... Anything you want to ask You can there,\nThe place you speak of. If you would allow me to.. \"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Well, there's always time to learn magic in the future!\" *Varana tried to reassure her new acquaintance.* \"I'm sure yer bound to learn some useful magic stuff on your journey if you keep at it.\" *Nodded slowly and smiled, wanting to be encouraging.*\n\n*It took her a moment to try make sense of that the strange bloodied lady was telling her.* \"Errr... Yeah I can totally take ya to somewhere. Did ya wanna go to the city? Or the ruins?\" *She rubbed her chin.* \"There's not much to see at the ruins, really. It is mostly stuck in the mud, not a very comfortable place to relax.\"\n\n\"Annnd... Usually I can just sacrifice enemies in battle to heal my allies. The magic works by draining their blood. It's pretty nifty in a pinch, but they have to be dead. Like, dead dead. Maybe I can send Jeffery to go hunt some animals for us on the way... That should work. Then we can getcha healed up!\" *She didn't explain who Jeffrey was.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "\"To your place of stay... Sorry what... Oh um somewhere private?\" *She was unsure even what she was saying but didn't say anything else about the location as she looked at her pale skin, the whole Necromancy being interesting to her. Whole world of magic opening up to her before her eyes.*\n\n\"Dead dead? So you've, killed people? But only for combat yeah? Wait... No I'm not killing any animals...\"*She didn't even bother asking about Jeffery, clearly not being able to read your mind. Confusing you even more on how she knew about your halo and your name.*\n\n\"What's in the ruins anyway... Why are you even out here in the first place, it's ages away from anything I know about..:\n\n*She continues to walk beside you now following you as she lingers around you observing you keenly*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Oh, campsite! Yeah we can go there. I set up camp nearby.\" *Varana explained with a nod. That seemed a nice mix of private and not here. The necromancer quickly rose to her feet and motioned towards more solid ground. She headed over first, expecting Elizabeth to follow.* \"This way!\"\n\n\"Hmm? Well yeah. Traveling can be dangerous. Ya run into bandits. Sometimes there's people that just don't like yer guts and wanna kill ya. Gotta defend yerself somehow.\" *Varana shrugged, evidently not too worried about the whole death thing. She had already almost forgotten about the halo thing.* \"Don't worry though, ya don't have to kill any animals for the sacrifice. Jeffery can do it. He's one of my trusty skeleton companions!\"\n\n\"Ruins? Well... There were these strange people that supposedly worshiped eagles. They made lots of artifacts with eagles on them, like tables and chairs and necklaces and weapons. I'm trying to track down where they came from... And *I think* The ruins I found are the right spot! Will be hard to say for sure without more excavation though... Maybe I can try to find an earth mage to help...\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She walked beside her, looking at the young girl and her atire, not sure long this help would last, regressing what thoughts she had , simply hoping she didn't betray her or anything of the sort.*\n\n*Her battered body seemed to still work as it walked beside her, it was evident she lost a lot of blood , that she could not recover from the guilt she felt to what she done. The girl unexpected and hoping she never had to see the other side to her*\n\n*Vera had plans, she was frightened, she seemed to know this girls bloodline, see her hiding her true form, it was strange. Did I walk here? Or did she? Frightening it all seemed according to her plan. It was disturbing at that. She chose to stick to silence around the girl best she could, not wanting to say anything that would be Vera's tounge and not hers. She hoped the journey wasn't far as she had already been travelling for days on foot. Just having to wait and see*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*In the absence of any response from Elizabeth, Varana continued to chatter away about the strange eagle people, largely oblivious to the concerns of her new acquaintance. After maybe 5 or 10 more minutes of this, the necromancer suddenly changed topics.*\n\n\"...Annnnyways, enough of that! What's the deal with yer battle? Who'd ya beat up? Seems like there was a lot of blood...\"\n\n*Now they approached a small camp in a patch of soft grass. It had a perfect view of the coast. There was a campfire, a few tents, annnnd what appeared to be an reanimated skeleton tending to said fire.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "\"She walked with her as she listened to her concerns with the eagle people, zoned out of it listening to her own thoughts on the matter of what's she gonna do from here on out*\n\n\"The f fight...? I don't... Well... \"*She held her hand over her mouth trying not be sick as she went pale a bit holding also her stomach. Shaking her head as she breathed in and out*\"It was over before I knew let's just say...\"\n\n*She trailed off quickly about it, not wanting to discuss further regarding it. It was her little secret what happened. She would find out... Scared that she would.\nThe camp Was comfy and vigorous, the tents filled with life as the fire cracked under the sun's gaze.*\n\"What is that\"\n\"Excuse me\"\n\"That's not . What. Is it???\n*She rudely pointed at the skeleton*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Ah, well that makes sense. Battles tend to be over pretty quickly. Yer pretty lucky by the looks of things. Got banged up by whoevers was fighting against ya.\" *Varana commented with a small nod.* \"Was it yer first battle or something?\" *She asked, noticing how Elizabeth seemed of be on the verge of throwing up. Evidently, Varana hadn't picked up on the fact Elizabeth didn't want to talk about it.*\n\n*Thankfully, Varana was distracted by the exclamation from Elizabeth.*\n\n\"Oh! That's Jeffery, my skeleton I told you about before. Remember? I'ma *Necro*Mancer. We give the dead a second chance at life and all that.\" *Varana hummed cheerfully in response, apparently unphased by the rude response. Jeffery clattered his bony teeth. It was unclear what he wanted to say.* \"Hmm, I could make him look more alive if you waaaant... I do know some pretty fancy transformation magic! Whatever suits yer fancy~\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She looked at her pushing for answers about the fight, her voice trailing off as she answered her*\"Wasn't much of a fight..\"*She gazed at the skeleton more as it tried speaking, no tongue being present enough for it to. Strange it was , having not seen anything like this, shaking my head at your question, thinking having someone walking around I know is dead would be much worse and scarier*\n\n*I sat down next to the camp as I held my cloak close to me. The skeleton being Strange and oppressive. Absolutely enigma magic like this existed... But I shouldn't be surprised, she looks at her own hand and arms, to dangerous to be used she thinks to herself that*\n\n*She aches in pain as she leans, screaming as she holds harshly onto the wood next to her spitting blood onto the grass*\n\n\"S sorry... T that fight took a lot out me yeah... Happened last night... It was.. ..\"*Between the grunting and talking her green cloak started bleeding, dripping onto the sand as she held it close to her , soon enough her whole hand being covered in blood.*\n\n*She tried her best to hide it*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"A-Ah... Well sometimes it's like that too...\" *She nodded slowly. Hearing the cry from Elizabeth, Varana tried to help her over sit down against a tree so that she could rest. One could not simply hide the scent of blood from a master necromancer such as herself.* \"Here, yer gonna be okay. Let me get you some bandages...\" *The necromancer disappeared briefly to grab some rudimentary medical supplies.*\n\n\"Jeffrey, go catch some animals! We need a blood sacrifice or she's gonna bleed out!\" *This exaggeration was intended to spur the skeleton to action, who quickly ran off to fulfil his orders. Varana hadn't stopped to consider what sort of effect this comment might have had on Elizabeth, who would have been able to easily over hear the orders.*\n\n*Soon, Varana returned with some bandages and a minor health potion.* \"Here, this should help keep ya alive for now. But we're gonna have to replenish all that blood you lost...\" *The necromancer tried to wrap up some of the bloody wounds with bandages, before handing Elizabeth the potion.* \"Drink this, it's a health potion!\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She sat back against the wood, lifting her cloak and lifting her thinned overbig dress, a chunk of metal , a blade? Seemed to have broken in the side of her, seeing burn marks around it as it was thr only means to stop the bleeding before hand. She looked at the potion then at the wound. Needing it be dealt with before hand.*\n\n\"I told you it was a fight... Had this since last night... I'll I'll be fine y yeah. I'll be.\" \n*She takes off the cloak and looks away lifting the dress fully to see almost shrapnel in the side of her. Pieces of metal. Looking at her, trusting her and her magic.*\n\n*She looked at the skeleton as he ran off. Knowing what you were getting, at least being ok with it for now. The metal was glazed with shattered runic symbols. Words of angelic Nature, enchanted as it shone , the blood dripping off it*\n\n\"You know anything about ancient Runes? You use blood... As a means for magic. A very ancient use of it...\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Hmm... I don't think I can remove a chunk of metal that big...\" *Varana rubbed her chin.* \"I'll heal ya as best I can, buuut yer probably gonna have to see a proper healer in a city before yer as good as new.\" *The necromancer explained with a nod, trying to stop the bleeding with her bandages.*\n\n\"Runes? Yeah I guess I know some stuff about 'em. These ones seem sorta familiar, but I would probably need to look 'em up in a book or something.\" *Varana shrugged and looked over the runes as she waiting for Jeffery to return.*\n\n\"So uh, where are ya from then? I'm gonna guess not here?\" *She began with some idle chatter, trying to keep Elizabeth from worrying too much about her injuries for now. That would just be worse for her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She looked at the metal, feeling its pain , the enchantments causing more pain to her , lookingike she was unsure herself of what it was. What happened to get this, her face confused within reason . It was bloody as she herself was confused to even fix this.*\n\n\"I'm from. A place I miss very much... Hoping to find a way to remove these Runes and to get back to it... But I've , I'm sure it's well beyond my reach... You must\"\n\"Blood\"\n\"I need it. Your. Wait .... Varana\"\n\n*She crouches down the burning sensation almost cripping her as the once sealed wounds bleed . She holds herself as the runes on her seep and bend. She took off her cloak being almost bare bodied as the runes spread all over her. Extremely ancient , some letters being modern as others. But all mumbled between every piece of flesh on her.* \"S s sorry please stop this!! I know you want it ... You won't... Ok... Please... Don't... . Varana... A drop of your blood .. It's all she wants... She promised she wouldn't hurt you with it\"\n\n*The danger you know of giving someone else your blood was harsh, if someone knew enough about the magic and Necromancy 1 drop is all they would need to kill someone.*\n\n*She was a stranger to you, outsider, talking to herself and secretive and the runes. Were dark. Despite not being able to read them. Symbols and drawings , showed death. Rage and destruction. She was covered in blood . Could she have killed , betrayed someone?*\n\n*Who was this her. She could not be trusted. She Knew everything about you just by looking, an entity knowing the dark nature of your household.* \n\"I understand you don't trust me... I... Wouldn't give it.. Not to her... , she really wants it... Don't let my tortured statue sway you..\"\n\n\"You can trust me though... I wouldn't ever hurt you or anyone , I wouldn't do anything with your blood you wouldn't allow\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana blinked. Up until this point she'd been pretty confident that Elizabeth had just been in a tough battle. Perhaps against some sort of mage, given all those ghastly runes. But now that Varana heard her companion explicitly request to some of her own blood... Well that wasn't strike her as particularly normal. In fact, now that she thought about it, this seemed more in line with something a vampire would say. Now everything seemed to click together. But why was Elizabeth talking like there were two people inside her? It was odd...*\n\n\"Errr... Well I think once I use my magic, it'll heal up yer wounds. Ya should stop bleeding and will feel a lot better! But to get rid of the rune scars and more heavy injuries, yer definitely gonna have to get a proper healer. This should help you last until then, though. Annnd... We need to use another creature for the blood sacrifice, since the magic will suck them dry and kill them.\" *She tried to explain, obviously not planning to give her own life or blood for this person she had just met.*\n\n*Just then, there was some tromping through the brush and Jeffery the skeleton returned! He looked a little bit beat up now and was covered in dirt, but squirming in his hands was a plump, juicy looking hog. Varana nodded and grinned in approval.* \"Perfect! I think we could begin the healing ritual now, how does that sound, Elizabeth?\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*Blood trickles down her visibly as she looks away from the hog. Squirming and full of life. She feels sick to her stomach about it. Killing the creature for her own benefit. The skeleton even being creepier with its appearance that held it, covered in dirt looking as it had just risen from the ground.*\n\n\"Potion... They're ment to be expensive to make, I cannot... They're expensive, I've seen an alchemist make these within royal lands.. I have no gold.\"\n*Blood trickles more from her as she looks pale. Clenching her side as she looks up at the pig . Everything told her to not hurt the creature, she looked at it. Full of blood. Full of life. Full of energy.*\n\n*She got up looking at it as the skeleton held it , her hands shaking at it. As she pushed the skeleton down as its bones fissiled onto the grass around the camp as the boar was pinned to the grass , her back turned to you as you heard it in pain. Squealing and rapidly moving , blood pouring onto the ground underneath .*\n\n*The sound of its squealing stops, the shoving and moving does to. She looks at Jeffery as the bones crackle. Even from a side view, seeing a mouth full of raw bleeding flesh. The once blue eyes turned to yellow , glowing as the once girl turned beast went back to consuming the once animal bursting with life. Not phased by its lack of proper clothing or that you were even there. Seeming that nothing else mattered*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Oh don't worry, I'm not gonna charge ya or anything. Just don't want ya to die on me, ya know?\" *Varana tried to reason. She paused a moment, noticing the gaze that Elizabeth was giving the hog.* \"Hey uh, are you—\"\n\n*But whatever Varana was going to say is lost as Elizabeth knocked away Jeffery, pinned the hog, and mercilessly bit into its raw flesh. She let out a small gasp of surprise at the swift movement.* \"H-Hey wait, that was supposed to be for the life transfer magic!\" *Varana sighed and shook her head. It didn't appear to matter much now. It was like Elizabeth had turned into a wild beast herself. At least she was busy eating the hog instead of Varana?*\n\n*Jeffery was more sturdy than to evaporate with a single blow, and slowly rose from the grass once more.*\n\n*Perhaps a normal person would have fled at the sight of Elizabeth going wild. And while Varana was very tempted to do so, she didn't want to leave all of her camping gear behind. Besides, if she tried to run away now, Elizabeth could probably catch up with her if she so desired. So instead, Varana gave Elizabeth a nod, then sat a log by the campfire. Jeffery joined her. From here, she simply watched on as the hog was torn apart.* \"Jeez... She must have been pretty hungry.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*The hog continued to get torn as the sound of squelching and swallowing was iniment . She was breathing heavily as she placed her hand on the metal engraved on her body. Pulling at it as blood spewed out.*\n\n*1 by one the metal was pulled out, her left right side looking mawled at. Hideous and bloody. Blood pouring frantically out as she walked towards you, the gleaming yellow eyes being impatient and disillusioned with her situation. All while the blood pours down her body she looks upon you* \"Drop of your blood mage... I'll have to force it out of you.\"*She looked uneven to notice the blood leaving her body at a rapid pace . The tone of voice being different, being more demanding. As she tapped a certain rune on her body just above her chest on her left side* \"You'll wipe it here mage. You do that?? Then I won't taunt you on your heritage. I do remember even talks of when it happened. Disgusting it was. What it did, trying to mimic what we were.\"\n\n\"Make haste , you fool of a mage\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana twitched. Perhaps if the strange monster thing had been more polite, she might have been the least bit inclined to help them out. But not only had they insulted her magical prowess, they seemed intent on invoking her family name, something which Varana did not care to be associated with anymore. At the moment, the only thing Varana felt like doing was run away. She breathed a small sigh and tried to stay calm.*\n\n\"I've been *Trying* To help ya out, y'know? Pulled ya off the beach, gave ya a warm place to stay, and was gonna help heal ya up too... Well, I guess that just turned into a meal...\" *Varana shook her head with disbelief.* \"Why do ya want a single drop of my blood after eating that whole thing? Are ya still hungry? Cuz I can get Jeffrey to bring ya another.\" *She motioned towards Jeffrey, who gave Elizabeth a friendly wave in return.*\n\n*In the time Varana spent talking, she cast a minor illusion through her amulet casting tool! As a result, the sound of an angry hog grunting emanated from somewhere behind Elizabeth. Its hoofs clattered against the soft ground, giving of the impression that it was about to charge. Of course, if one turned to look, it would become obvious that nothing was there. But that would be all the time Varana needed to make an escape.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She gave no emotion towards your words*\n\n*Parting her lips only once you mentioned about the blood, completely ignoring the help you offered* \"I only wish to heal , little peasant, your blood itself is full of magic and even undead and demonic that is... Wish I could just devourer you whole... You have further use through your magic... Though\"*She Advanced onto you , having in sense in the illusion* \n\n\"Cheap tricks? It has no scent of blood.. Mages were better 1000 years ago. They were stronger and didn't use such tricks!!!\nA drop. You will be spared if you do so, i assure you little mage. You've got 3 seconds, or you'll be just like the hog. Rotting away!\"\n1\n\n\n2\n\n.." }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Hah. Hahaha...\" *Varana laughed. Of course such a simple trick wouldn't would on whatever eldritch being had possessed Elizabeth. If only she had gone for faith-based magic instead of necromancy. Oh well, then. She didn't anticipate the creature would let her live either way, so why make it easy for them to get what they wanted? At least this way she had some choice in the matter.*\n\n*Varana didn't wait to see what the monster would do when they reached 3. Through her amulet, she cast a blood drain spell that intensified Elizabeth's bleeding to the point where it was disorienting and would have left her in a state of confusion! The drained blood formed a protective shield around Varana, who wasn't about to stick around after that.*\n\n\"Jeffrey, attack!\" *Varana called out. The damage skeleton threw itself at Elizabeth. He probably wouldn't be able to do much other and slow the vampire down. But Varana could always resummon in later. It wasn't like skeletons could feel pain anyways.* \n\n*Annnnd with that Varana decided to get the heck out of there. She didn't want to fight and could always come back for the camping equipment later. The necromancer quickly slipped off the log and started to run towards the nearest city.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*Within an instant of casting the spell to increase the bleeding. She fell ill from blood loss, the once potent yellow eyes looking dazed now as her body fell numb.*\n\n*It fell to its knees as the holes didn't plug at all.*\n\n*The yellow faded as she held her throat. Unable to breathe as blood run down from it, she held the skeleton struggling to talk to it as she couldn't breathe. She saw the mage running away as the skeleton held held her in place*\n\n\n*The yellow fading to the ocean blue as she tried throwing what she could with what little strength she had. Cooking pot or even a pan.*\n\n*She collapsed, face in the dirt, barely clothed and the Runes on her body dimmed , still lively but dimmed.*\n\n*The monster had bet everything on the deal with her. Was this part of her plan? Play dead? What was she. No normal vampire. The skeleton poked her as shewas still breathing, unconscious and frail*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana paused. Having hardly set foot out of the camp, she turned to see that Elizabeth was unmoving. Despite her previous disgust with Jeffrey, the skeleton still appeared to be relatively okay—aside from the whole undead thing. Perhaps against her better judgment, Varana cautiously crept back, hoping to at least get her camp packed up before whatever was inside Elizabeth returned.*\n\n\"Jeffrey! Get the camp packed up. I'll stop the bleeding. Then we get out of here!\"\n\n*While the skeleton set about packing up the camp, Varana prepared to hog corpse to use her Life Transfer magic on. It was only recently killed and still had enough blood in it to help Elizabeth. Soon, Varana was was using her magic to carefully pull out all the remaining blood from the pig. It coalesced into a big crimson ball. Then, she moved it over to Elizabeth, and let her body reabsorb it. Tadah! This didn't heal Elizabeth as much as she had hoped, as the hog had already been drained of some blood. However, it would be enough to keep her from bleeding out. She would need rest to fully recover.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*Her body layed limp as you transferred the blood over as gave her at least a little bit of life. She was cold from losing so much. The wounds seeming to be temporarily sealed from your magic but not enough to last*\n\n*She opened her eyes, the dynamic beautiful blue looking at you as she attempted to move, aching all over grunting in pain. She struggled.\nScared*\n\"V Varana... Please help... Please stay..\" *Tears fell from her eyes as fear had overcome her. Regret deep within her eyes iris. She was cold, begging for help. Almost now a different person and tone to what you saw. Could this be an act? A trap to lure you?*\n\n\"I am cursed Varana.. A monsterus entity... That shares this body with me momentarily ... Please don't leave me... Y you can chain my hands ... You can do that with magic right? Y you can whatever just please...\nI've been so lonely\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana was surprised that Elizabeth had enough strength to still speak! She sighed softly and shrugged. Her exploring wasn't exactly a charity operation and this acquaintance had turned out to be quite a liability so far. She rubbed her thing thoughtfully at their pleas.*\n\n\"Well... Fineeee... I'll take ya to a healer in the city who can probably help fix ya up and get rid of the monster. I don't have magic chains, but I can use rope.\" *So really, the plan hadn't changed at all. Except that now Varana used the rope from the tent to tie Elizabeth's hands and ankles, as per her suggestion. She didn't do it tight enough to hurt. And Elizabeth could still walk.*\n\n\"Okay... I think we should be ready to go. Looks like Jeffrey packed everything up.\" *With that, Varana summoned a few more skeletons to help with the load.* \"Yer in charge of them, Jeffrey! We're heading back to the city.\"\n\n*With that, Varana helped Elizabeth up to her feet. She really should have just left her there, but she felt bad seeing her cry. No one should be left in such a state.* \"Ready to go?\" *She asked quickly, wearing her usual grin.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She stayed silent, embarrassed of her actions, she was cold and barely clothed. Frowning upon her actions , being tied as her wrists hurt.*\n\n*It was ok*\n\n*She was no place to even speak from her comments. Ashamed of what she had even become. The taste of guts, flesh and blood lingering on her tongue. She was not even wanting anything else but to be put in her care.*\n\n*A healer , to remove her.. Could she do such a thing... Could she go back to her life ... Her home... To her sisters.. She begged for it. She\n would do whatever she needed , do whatever she asked.*\n\n*She was full and felt complete with the absurd meal she consumed as she looked over at Varana as they walked. Wanting to speak.*\n\n*It had been hours since they were walking*\n\n*She stayed silent the whole time as she only looked at her feet, she was guilty. Of so many things. Afraid to speak words to this girl.\nWhat did Vera want with her . Her magic... She knew the Runes were bad. She wanted to put trust into someone. Into this girl. She had no one else after all.*\n\n\"Varana. Can we stop. Talk. I want to .... While she's silent...\"\n\n*The day was becoming bitterly cold as winter approached*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana shivered on the cold. Luckily, they had been walking a long time and made good progress. They would probably reached the city in another day or so. The necromancer hoped that the people there would be able to help Elizabeth better than she could.*\n\n\"Hmm? Okay, yah! Prolly a good idea to take a break. We've been walking for awhile.\" *She turned to the skeletons.* \"Halt! Take a short break.\" *The necromancer ordered. They did so.*\n\n*Varana turned towards Elizabeth once more and nodded.* \"Sooo, what was it ya wanted to talk about? Didja remember something important about the monster?\" *It seemed clear Varana had caught on to the fact there was a monster inside Elizabeth.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Rhannado, Storm Ripper", "message": "*In the deepest waters of a grim, murky sea lies the wreckage of the Nyaden, a ship who, based on what we know today, was once the prized possession of an up-and-coming trader of the Silvainian Empire. She's in a roughened condition for sure; shattered windows, cracked planks, pieces of mast can be seen across the sandy floor. She's no longer home to a crew, but a wide range of aquatic animals big and small keep her company and use her as a welcome shelter. They often change positions as they change their minds on which spot is best. The new inhabitants seem content enough to guard this abandoned vessel as a group like a family of sorts, however unwilling to share their homes against new arrivals.*\n\n*The Nyaden makes for quite the dramatic sight from afar, with a show of defiance against the chaotic nature of life until the moment time and tide destroys her further. She's hangs heavily on one side and the absence of a crew leaves a deafening silence. Not much remained of the little details that once made her stand out aside from a whole bunch of opened crates and the flag that proudly overlooked the nest, now drenched in salty waters. There are a few bones scattered around the ship, they likely belong to the crew, but its impossible to tell without investigating.*" }, { "author": "Elizabeth Roquetelet", "message": "*Her fingers carefully traced over the open page, a smile coming across the Silnari's face. 'This is it'. Carefully the book was returned to its' satchel, the Silanri's fingers pulling the thin interwoven pieces of leather through the hole connected to the cover of it. The bag itself was a sweet gift from her father, giving her proclivity to traveling.*\n\n*She placed her feet carefully among the rocks, making a careful and steady decline to the coast. Every now and then pausing to gaze down at what she had left (not much, although for someone as weak as her, it was more of a journey). Eventually though, she made it. Taking yet another moment to take in the sheer scale of the ship, The Silnari felt a pang of pride. She found this all through the books collected, though some begrudging help from those choice locals of the area.*\n\n*\"Well.. Where do we begin?\"* *She laughed to herself (both at the task ahead of her and at talking to herself) before pulling out the bag yet again, preparing for a swim.*" }, { "author": "Rhannado, Storm Ripper", "message": "*Rhannado, along with any leftover debris from the prior storm which had taken place hours ago, would commence to wash ashore, carried by the small waves which continued to sway at his body everso slightly. He laid on the damp ground as birds began to surround his being, circling him with vulturous intent. There was a loss of color in his face. It was as if his heart had suddenly stopped beating and all the blood had run down into his boots. He slowly became aware of himself. There was a slight pulse in his neck that he sensed. His eyelids opened the smallest amount revealing flashes of light and a small figure in the distance as his eyes moved, but it was still hard to tell with all the creatures blocking his line of sight. Nausea swarmed his senses in clots, inhabiting his existence into his remaining source of energy, with a heavy presence compressed over his ribs, narrowing his already skeletal breath. Yet the thought of freedom stretched easily to his thoughts, the freedom that accompanies the living, yet not so lustfully.*" }, { "author": "Elizabeth Roquetelet", "message": "*The woman's hands were deeply submerged in her bag, attention only to be shifted as a bird flew over and past her head, toward a circle.*\n\n \"Hey-! What's..\" *Her voice trailed off as she realized the obvious; They were dead. Such things were always an ill-sight, despite her contemporary Silnari whom had survived purely on hunting and the establishment of murder and the such.* \n\n*\"May peace take your soul.. I may spread you beneath a tree, for that's all I can do for you.\"* *The figure continued to get closer and closer, soon enough she was a stones-throw away.* \"Scat! Get away from them you heathens!\" *She waved her arms at the birds, ushing them away best she could.* \"Can't let a person rest in peace..\" *She huffed, then nealt next to the man.* \n\n*It took.. A moment, for her to realize he was alive. After she let her hand fall down to his chest certainly she would notice the clammy body of the man was warm- Heart beating.* \"Wh-What?\" *The silnari took his face into her hands, examining it.* \"Can you understand me?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Rhannado, Storm Ripper", "message": "*By this time, Rhannado was about twenty-five. He was somewhat handsome, perhaps not in the conventional sense, but he had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His wrestler's shoulders were part of his burly physique and his coin-silver eyes contrasted exceptionally with his olive to deep brown toned face. Abyssal and void, where you could get lost if you stared long enough.*\n\n`\"Ugh... Where am I? Who are you? Fuc- my head hurts... My mouth. It's so sore. I taste... Iron. Ugh, how long was I out?\"`" }, { "author": "Elizabeth Roquetelet", "message": "*The woman gave his cheeks a tap, before flashing her fingers before his eyes.* \"What-How.. Many fingers am I holding up, sir?\" *She held up three, not so far from the man's face.* \"Your on the coast of the Salvanian Empire.. Not sure how long you were out.\" *Elizabeth motioned towards the crash.* \n\n\"Here.. Let's get you up.\" *She reached down scooping up his back and raising his lower half up and out of the sand. Touching the sand was awfully nasty, especially when it had become mud like this, but she didn't mind it too much at the moment.*" }, { "author": "Rhannado, Storm Ripper", "message": "`\"T-Three.\"` *Rhannado replied as he began to raise his upper body to meet her's, then finally his other half, eventually rising to his feet in conclusion. He felt the urge to fall back towards the ground maybe once or twice but Elizabeth was more than capable of aiding him to keep his balance.*\n\n*Whether she took notice of the males features or not, he unintentionally would reveal a mark across the backside of his neck area. Which seemed to have been burned into his skin, probably performed by using a hot or very cold branding iron. This would indicate the physical technique of livestock branding, either with consent as a form of body modification; or under coercion, as a punishment or to identify as enslaved, oppressed, or otherwise controlled person. However, it may also be practiced as a \"Rite of passage\" To signify acceptance into an organization, or perhaps a tribe due to his Mogash-like traits.*\n\n`\"Thank you. I-\"` *His stomach began to growl loudly from lack of food consumption but all he could think about was his last moments on the ship before ending up in his current position.* `\"I don't suppose you have anything to eat or drink on you, huh?\"`" }, { "author": "Elizabeth Roquetelet", "message": "*She jumped slightly, looking down at her bag.* \"Y-Yes! Of course-\" *Elizabeth reached into her bag again, pulling out a flask, then a container. She offered them both, letting him grab them on his own terms.* \"Wouldn't want you to die on me here.. What's your name, sir?\" \n\n*She didn't talk too fast, somewhat annoying, but given the circumstances it's alright.* \"We know your heads working, at least..\" *She laughed to herself before continuing.* \"What's your name?- If.. You don't mind, of course.\" *With each item he would finish She would stuff it back into her bag, eventually closing it back up, back around her shoulder.*" } ]

[ { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The town that Dragovin and Evette would come across would be only an hour down the path, passing the border between Salvainia and Tadon Barana. The sun had just began to lower in the sky, coloring the evening in it's orange and purple tones. It was common for towns to celebrate Auctobalfest as well as they could, but this town, by the name of Afarun, seemed to be either wealthier than most or very excited for Auctobal Day. All throughout, posts standing up to 12ft high were raised with pumpkins atop them, many carved and with candles inside. Children ran about the streets chasing after each other, most having their faces painted as animals or harlequins. Music could be heard from atop temporary stages, either constructed by carpenters or some who just had a barrel to stand upon. Food was streaming out of bakeries, butcher shops, and taverns, with mead and ale being passed around heartily. Even though this town bordered the desert, it seemed a makeshift pumpkin patch was assembled, with the pumpkins numbering in the upper dozens.*\n\n*Dragovin approached one of the pumpkin posts towards the outside of the town, reading the papers that had been tacked to it. The lore of Auctobal Day was recounted, with far greater illustration than he had heard before. The post went on to advertise every game that typically joined the event, with arm-wrestling and drinking contests, tomato throwing and face painting games, as well as times for shows and feasts to properly begin. The town had started early and seemed all the happier for it, carving pumpkins, singing songs, and just happy to be together in peace. Dragovin looked back to Evette with a smile.* \"Think they have bread here?\"" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette was in awe of Afarun's Auctobalfest set up. The high posts, the pumpkins carved up with candles within, the stalls with all the happy people and not to mention the smells! How lucky for us that we came to this town, she thought as she followed Dragovin up to one of the posts. Nailed to the post was a piece of parchment with a lot of markings on it. \n\"Oh, for sure!\" Maybe even some cakes or pies or honeycomb or candied apples or...\" She paused, trying to think of what else they could eat. \"Or other delicious things, I'm sure!\" Still, smiling she asked, \"What does the parchment mean?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin flipped through the pages, skimming the descriptions of the day.* \"It's just a story about Auctobal and why they celebrate today. They also have lots of games and the like here.\" *Dragovin tried to find the things that he thought would interest her the most.* \"They have pie eating contests, face painting, pumpking carving, arm wrestling, feasts, shows, all sorts of stuff.\" *He moved so that Evette could see the parchment as well as he looked around. Long tables were set up by the streets, close to little vendor shops and booths for games. Games of tomato run and cornhole were still being set up as the eating and drinking games seemed to have started early. Dragovin shifted his gear a bit and palmed his bag of silver. He didn't have much, but it wouldn't hurt to spend some copper here.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "As Dragovin moved so that she could get a better look at the parchment, Evette, in turn, leaned forward to get a closer look. *Ahhmmmmerggg.* She still could not make out the meaning of the markings. They didn't form a picture so she assumed it must be some sort of code. \nHer face lit up when he mentioned face painting. \"Face painting! Oh lets! That would be wonderful!\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The face painting booth would actually by one of the closest booths to the pair, evident by the children all playing around it. Couples sat and played as well, along with a couple of artist-types, but it was primarily the youth who dominated this crowd. The older kids would paint a face and make the painted kid guess the animal before they were allowed to see it. The younger children, however, would be allowed to guess even after they saw their own painted face, as sometimes the painters were a bit... Amateur. An older man with a long white beard and cloudy eyes ran the booth, handing out small trays of paint and brushes.* \n\n*Dragovin walked with Evette towards the scene, chuckling at the children as they happily played. He turned towards his companion, gesturing to the old man.* \"So, do you want to paint, or should I?" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette laughed at the children playing around the other children as they painted the faces of their friends. It was heartwarming to see children play without worries or fear especially after all the horror in the lands they left behind. As the got closer and were able to fully survey the booth and its area. It looked like the number of cat faces was currently winning out. \n\n\"I'll do the painting! You just find a seat.\" With that firm statement she approached the ancient looking man behind the booth. She reminded herself to use her proper words and silently practiced what she was going to say before speaking. \"Hello! One paint set and a couple brushes. Please.\" She proceeded to open her coin pouch and pick out one of the gold metals. That was everyone's favourite and she imagined something like this would definitely be the value of a gold one. With a smile, she placed it gingerly on the table of his booth." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The old man gave a small laugh and shook his head, hearing the clink of metal on his table.* \"No, no, nobody pays to paint. Not while I'm here.\" *He simply left the gold piece there for Evette to retrieve, placing the paints and brushes beside it. The man gestured to the children having fun.* \"This, this noise, is payment enough.\" *He smiled contently as he let Evette take the materials.*\n\n*Dragovin found a stool near a mirror, taking his seat. He was careful to remove and place his coat on the ground close to him. He figured if any paint dripped, he'd have an easier time washing it off of his armor. He kept it on as habit, waiting for Evette.* \"Okay, I trust you.\"" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette cocked her head to one side and blinked, surprisedly, at the old man. He didn't want the gold metal? She had never seen someone not take it. Sometimes they would take it and give back other metals but never just refuse. Nevertheless, she picked up the metal and placed it back with the others before scooping up the paint supplies. Hurrying back over to Dragovin she set her paints up at the spot he had chosen.\n\nEvette laughed. \"I am glad you trust me! Your face is about to become a work of art.\" Pressing the rounded end of the paint brush to her lips, she looked his face over with a critical eye. Evette bopped the tip of his nose, \"I can see it now.\" Smiling, she set to work on painting his face so that he would resembled a cute deer." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin flinched as Evette tapped his nose, laughing a bit. He closed his eyes and leaned his head a bit forwards so that she could work freely. Occasionally, is nose would twitch or lips would curl when the brush moved across his face, but never by much. A few children came to gather around as Evette worked sitting by her feet to look up at Dragovin as she painted his face. He cracked an eye open when she was on a different part of his face, raising an eyebrow at the little kids. He wanted to make a comment, but did not want to risk ruining Evette's work. He'd wait for her to tell him when she was finished.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Lightly dipping the brush into the black paint she concentrated on filling in the bottom half of his nose and straight down to his top lip, filling that in black as well. As the kids started to gather, she worked on applying white dots to the cheeks and perimeter of his face. With a laugh, as she caught him peeking, she started applying paint to give his eyes a wider and larger appearance. \nClapping with joy at what she had created she informed him that she was finished. \"Alright! You're all set! Isn't he adorable kids?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The children clamored in excitement, now a small crowd of about eight gathering. Some look to Dragovin, the armored man with four arms and a painted deer face, and others looked to Evette, with a pair of antlers so real, the children weren't sure if they were for a costume or not. Dragovin opened his eyes now, blinking a bit to adjust to the still drying paint.* \"Well, I have to guess what I am now. Any hints?\" *The children giggled at this, looking up to Evette to see if she would help him or let him just guess aloud.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette smiled and rolled her eyes. \"Well, adorable is one hint. You're currently impersonating the cutest animal that roams the land.\" She looked down at the excitable children. \"Does anyone want to give him another hint?\"" }, { "author": "cadderlyadderly", "message": "Korin walked from the tribes to one of the border states finding a festival to join in on. He wore his simple furs, his weapons left hidden in a dead tree outside of the town. He didn't have the resources or materials to put a costume together so he decided to go as his normal self. A wide smile on his face, happy to simply be a part of the festivities." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Korin would walk into quite the festive scene, with dancing people filling the streets, moving to the music coming from the few bards and minstrels the town had. People filled table seats and booths, drinking and eating with each other, laughing all the while. Contests of every kind were going on, if one looked hard enough. People tried to eat faster, drink faster, run faster than each other, all in the spirit of fun. Pumpkin posts, a dozen feet high, were all around the city, detailing the event and activities gong on.*\n\n*Dragovin could very quickly put together what animal he had been painted as, but thought he'd spoil the fun if he guessed too fast.* \"Well, could I get some more hints?\" He asked the children around Evette.* \n\n*One girl had a visible pout crossing her arms unhappily.* \"Well, you're not a bunny.\" *She dragged her shoe in the dirt, clearly wishing that she was painted as a bunny. Another boy stepped up, practically jumping up and down in excitement.* \"You're uh, your'e missing your uh!\" *He waved his hands over his head, forgetting the word he was looking for.*\n\n*Dragovin put one hand under his chin, tapping his nose as he pretended to think, purposely getting black paint on his finger.* \"I wonder what I am. Maybe... A deer?\"" }, { "author": "cadderlyadderly", "message": "Korin walked around smiling widely at everything happening. He looked around deciding one of the races seemed interesting. He approached the person in charge of it and spoke to them. \"Hi, how are you? I'm uh, interested in the race how would I join that?\"" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Stifling a laugh, Evette rolled her eyes again. It was good of him to give the children a chance to participate. Her laughter died as he touched the tip of his nose, smudging some of the paint. \"Hey! Hey! Hey! Careful! You'll ruin my greatest masterpiece.\" She watched the boys and girls get rowdy once again when he guessed correctly what he was. \"Very clever but then again you did have quite a bit of help.\" She smiled and out of the corner of her eye she could see another traveler enter the town and walk towards another one of the other booths. How wonderful to be in such a lively place. \n\n\"Did you want to give one of these charming younglings a makeover as repayment for their help?\" She asked Dragovin, noticing the sullen girl." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The person in charge seemed to be a boy of about 15, who was admittedly tall for his age. He crossed his arm's looking past Korin as spoke.* \"Well, that depends. You're not some boring adult, right?\" *The boy was seeming to be very picky about who was in the race, with only kids around the game runner's age. Behind the kid was a bucket of rotten tomatoes. Wonder what those are for...*\n\n*Dragovin nodded and stepped to the side, patting the stool while look at the girl who seemed to favor bunnies. She walked over, her spirits suddenly brightened, and plopped down on the seat. As he grabbed the paints, he saw his own face in the mirror. Dragovin laughed and shook his head. A few hours ago he'd been stressing about what he would do with himself, and now he was painted up as a deer and ready to turn this child into a bunny. Auctobalfest was one of the nicer things in Drase. Using the white paint, he started to make the cover the child's face. He wan't much of an artist, but he would do his best.*" }, { "author": "cadderlyadderly", "message": "Korin smiled, \"Depends on your definition of boring. I like to believe that I am not boring compared to most adults.\" He chuckled lightly." }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette joined the rest of the children on the ground as Dragovin went to work on turning the young girl into a rabbit. She hadn't been in this new land long but it already seemed much more preferable to where she was living before. Why didn't all the people live over here? Quite the mystery. The young girl twitched her noise whenever the paintbrush would tickle her face. Evette giggled along with the other children while enjoying the cool night air, and waited for Dragovin to finish with his painting." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The boy thought for a second, then nodded.* \"Okay, we're playing tomato run. The way it works is that you all line up here,\" *He said, pointing at a line drawn in the dirt, then at another line about 50ft away where a scarecrow stood,* \"And then there and then back. Then you gotta throw a tomato and hit the scarecrow. Whoever does it first wins.\" *The boy then picked up a rotten tomato, squeezing it in his hand a bit so that the juices came out.* \"Whoever does it last is the new scarecrow. Interested?\"\n\n*Dragovin finished with the white paint, then took the black and made dots for the whiskers. Then, he took the pink paint for the bunny nose. However, he made the nose a little too big and, well, not nose shaped at all. The girl still looked like a bunny, just at a distance.* \"Uh, well, there you go! Guess what it is!\" *The little girl immediately whipped around to the mirror and looked at herself, cocking her head a bit.* \"What is it?\" *All the kids giggled a bit, and Dragovin looked to Evette, seeming a bit sheepish.*" }, { "author": "cadderlyadderly", "message": "Korin smiled, \"I would be happy to give this an attempt.\" He said, \"Never had such a strange goal, but strange makes for dun times.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "`**TIMESKIP**`\n\nHumming to herself between spoonfuls of porridge Evette surveyed the inn's common room. There were few patrons occupying the room's many tables. The first rays of daylight filtering in as the barmaid began opening the shutters. It was pretty quiet with the occasional sound of cups scraping against the wooden tables and Evette's light humming. She supposed many people decided to sleep in after the festival; those staying at the inn atleast. She wondered if she should go and knock on Dragovin's door to check on him. She hadn't seen him since she had come down for breakfast. Although, it was possible that he had gotten up before her. They had talked about getting more food for the road last night so she figured they should revisit that plan before they leave." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin would open his room door, rubbing his face absentmindedly as he stepped into the hallway. He hadn't shaved since they left the North and it was starting to show. He walked out into the common area, likely drawing a few eyes as he crossed the room. Last night, his horns and extra set of arms might've been taken as an elaborate costume, but now people could see them better. Dragovin didn't wear his armor, just a simple shirt he'd cut with extra holes for his arms. His hair was brushed slightly over his hair, but they were still somewhat visible. Dragovin sat down opposite of Evette, rubbing his forehead. He'd taken part in a couple of drinking competitions, winning both of them for a purse of 25 silver. His secondary reward, though, was a pounding headache.* \"Good morning, Evette,\" *Dragovin said, looking for a barmaid to take his order.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "\"And a good morning to you Dragovin!\" Evette chirped, as her companion took up a seat opposite her. He looked a lot more sullen than last night. She wondered if he did not like the bed in his room. In Evette's opinion the beds here were far superior to the cots on the ship. Though, more obvious than his dimmed demeanor was the lack of armour this morning. She had seen him without it a couple of times but the road was dangerous and he seemed to favour wearing it most of the time. Even on the ship he had it on at times. Without the armour and the cloak the extra pair of arms was more noticeable, at least to her. She had never seen another one of the people with an extra pair of arms. He had told her previously that he was one of the Oni people so maybe that was why he had them? He is the first of the Oni she has met. It had crossed her mind a couple of times to ask him about the extra arms but she wasn't sure if that was allowed. Some questions are considered rude and cause people to grow angry or sad. She didn't want to have her traveling companion upset with her.\n\nEvette blinked a couple of times, realizing she had been staring at him, not speaking. \"Ah, we should probably pick up some more food for the road, right? If you're feeling up to travel today.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*He didn't notice her gaze, instead focusing on the breakfast order he made. A couple of eggs and a link of sausage sounded good, especially with some cold water. He made sure to add a couple of loafs of bread and a cured ham to his order at Evette's suggestion. Dragovin stretched his arms and neck, trying to shake off the last of a night's heavy sleep.* \"Yeah, that would be good. As fun as the festival was, the way we should be heading is farther South.\" *He didn't really have a plan, but reaching the capital, New Salvainia, seemed like an alright goal for now.* \"Granted, if you do want to keep going that way.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "\"South sounds great.\" North, south, east, west; they were all the same to Evette. She didn't have an idea of what lay in either direction. Until Dragovin's suggestions started leading them into trouble she was perfectly content with following his lead. Anyways, it seemed like there were cities everywhere so if she didn't like one she figured she could just try another. Hopefully, this New Salvainia had a forest somewhere near by. It would be nice to spend some time in the trees again. \n\nEvette was content to wait for Dragovin to finish his breakfast. A couple more patrons entered the tavern but none of them were interesting enough to consider talking to. As a distraction from waiting, she took out one of the pieces of silver metal and started flipping it up into the air and catching it. When she thought Dragovin looked the most preoccupied with his meal she flipped the coin at him, wondering if he would be able to catch it." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin was holding his bowl in one hand and using a spoon with the other, focused on his meal It was warm and making him feel less sick, so he shoveled it down. He barely registered Evette flipping her coin until it looked like it was coming right at him. His second left arm reached out and caught it, placing it down on the table and sliding it back to her, figuring she was offering to pay.* \"No, it's okay, I can pay for it.\" *Evette seemed to struggle with understanding money, so he didn't want to take hers or ask how much she had.*\n\n*He figured they'd bee heading out soon, though wasn't in any rush. There was no goal or deadline, so he figured it was just about making sure they didn't run out of silver. Dragovin didn't have a lot, but it would last if he found a way to put his sword to work.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette laughed, delighted that Dragovin had caught the metal! She wondered how many metals he could catch with all four hands. She went to reach for her coin purse at her belt, thinking that she would toss three this time, when Dragovin slid the metal back across the table to her. \"Uh, o-oh okay.\" She stuttered, confused for a moment. She rolled the metal between her fingers, instead of putting it back with the others. He must be in a serious mood today. Maybe he wasn't much of a morning person. \nWhile he was scarfing down his food she asked, \"Did you want to get the rest of your things before heading to the market?\" Her travel bag and weapons were lying behind her chair, propped up by the wall behind her. She had anticipated leaving relatively early since they had been traveling at a consistent pace for the last week or so." } ]

[ { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Draagovin nodded at Evette's suggestion as he finished his food.* \"Yeah, that would be for the best.\" *He wiped his mouth with a napkin as he looked to the door. They had some ground to cover today; Dragovin wanted to get away from the more lawless states of Tadon Barana, and Salvainia seemed to offer much more promising opportunities. For what, though, he still had not decided. Whatever laid ahead, he would still need his gear. Dragovin stood, nodding to Evette.*\n\n\"I'll be right back.\" *He headed down the hall to his room, ignoring the looks he received for his additional pair of arms. He'd be more comfortable in armor and a cloak. His room was close by, and let himself back in quickly. His bed was still a bit of a mess, having climbed in and went straight to sleep. His gear was left beside his bed or strewn beside the door. It took a minute to don the armor and gather it all together; regardless of what most people thought, having four arms actually made the process much faster. Maybe that's why Qua berserkers seemed so well equipped. Either way, he finished his count, assuring he had everything, and left the room, keeping his key in his hand to turn over to the innkeeper.*\n\n*Dragovin was back in the main lounge once more, donning his armor with his cloak casting a shadow over his second set of arms. He still was an Oni, so he'd never fit in too well.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*You had left for only a minute Dragovin to equip your armor, but when you return you see a large commotion by the front of the tavern.\nA young water macen girl was crying, her light blue dress torn and covered in dirt. The adults nearby appear to be comforting her, trying to get her to calm down as she squeaks out a few phrases between her crying.* \"A song!\" Sob \"Daddy, Mommy, heard a song!\" Sob \"Mommy tried to run away with me\" Sob \"Scary robe people came and hurt her!\" Sob. *As being on the borders between Salvainia and Tadon, those of you who are aware of your surroundings would know of reports about a cult called the Cult of Aventurr. It has been going on for weeks now, and the cultist group was known for singing and human sacrifices. Guards would often be alerted to the event, but they almost always came far too late to save whoever was being sacrificed. While altruism may be a reason to leap headlong into danger for some, another reason existed to track down the cultists: their rituals also included sacrifices of silver and gold, and the city guard was quick to sweep those up when they finally arrived. There were also rumors that the cultists were using this self combustion spell to prevent capture.\n\nFor anyone looking to save a life, fight a dark cult, or simply make a pretty copper, the frightened child was weeping and desperately calling for somebody to help her family. The adults were able to coax the child into telling where she head them* \"We live on edge of town, by the woods. The singing is scary...\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin adjuster his straps, making sure all of his gear was bound tightly before arising forward to the frightened girl. He glanced towards Evette before he took a knee, getting eye level with the child.* \"About how far away is that? And do you know how many of them there were?\" *Dragovin was no stranger to an outright fight, but the cult rituals seemed far more sinister and cunning than the average bandit camp. He assumed Evette would want to help, even if he might have to explain what was going on later.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette watched the young girl enter the tavern, crying and clearly deeply upset. As a group of adults gathered around her, trying to comfort her Dragovin took interest in the situation and walked over to the group. Evette trailed behind him surprised that he was taking interest. He wasn't always the most social person. As he questioned the distressed child Evette offered her a friendly smile. Evette really didn't understand what was happening but was content to follow Dragovin's lead." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The little girl chokes back her tears for a bit as you kneel besides her.* \"Very far...\" *As you look down you see her feet are covered in blisters. You see her counting on her fingers before she looks up to you* \"2 of them hurt mommy. I don't know how many got Daddy..\"\n\n*One of the adults nearby, a male Hill Lora taps your shoulder Dragovin. His face looks grim*\n\"I've seen this lass before. She comes to town riding her pop's shoulders when he goes shopping. It is a bit of a trek to get to their home.\" \n*He eyes the little girl sadly as he leans in and whispers into your ear.* \"It must've taken her more than an hour to get here. I fear it might already be too late...\"*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin rose to his feet, taking what the Lora said with a solemn nod.* \"That may be, but we can try. Is it going up the common road just outside, or would we need directions?\" *Dragovin turned to Evette now.* \"Collect your things, we're going to need to be fast.\" *Dragovin remembered a contract he couldn't save in his earlier years, and he was damn sure that wasn't going to happen again. Beside, a horse could cross the distance a lot faster than a child running could have.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "\"Right!\" Evette said enthusiastically back to Dragovin. She wasn't sure why all of the sudden they were rushing off but he seemed determined and she liked that energy. Looking back at the child she tried to keep up the positive energy. \"If your parents are out there we will bring them back here to you. Don't worry!\" She them pulled out two shiny pieces of gold metal and handed them to the girl. The metals usually seemed to cheer people up. \n\nEvette had all of her things at the table so she was ready to follow Dragovin to wherever they were going." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The Lora quickly pulls out a piece of parchment, marks the edges with the cardinal directions and begins hastily drawing a map of the city. He hands it to you Dragovin and you see it marked with where you currently are and a circled area marked 'Lass's house' toward the north east. It surprisingly has enough details for you to figure out how to get there given the short amount of time.* \n\"I wish you luck lad. I don't have anything to pay you, but I will call the guards over. They will reward you for the cultists you kill. I pray you save the lass's parents in time...\"\n*With that, you see the Lora calling over other people in the tavern and they all seemingly head out to get the guards. The remaining adults continue to comfort the child while the others look on from the distance with apathy. It seems like you two are the only ones heading out to save this child's parents.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin nodded, then moved quickly to the door, waving Evette over. He couldn't really tell her to take the 2 gold pieces back from the child, be he reminded himself to stop postponing the money conversation they needed to have. Outside, he walked towards the stables as he spoke quickly to Evette.* \"Here's the map, though you can just follow me if that works better for you. I'll ride my horse, and Odin will run along.\"\n\n*Dragovin stopped for a second. He hadn't told Evette about the dog yet. It was supposed to be a surprise* \"Right, also, Odin is my Greyhound, I bought him last night during Auctobalfest. The two of you can get acquainted after.\" *Regardless of what Dragovin said, a large, healthy Greyhound came from the stall next to Dragovin's horse, happily licking at Evette's hand.* \"Time is of the essence. I hope you're every bit as fast as you say you are, Eve.\" *Dragovin climbed onto his horse, ready to lead the way once Evette had done... Whatever it was that would make her as fast as a horse. He hoped she was't exaggerating.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette looked at the map as she walked along side Dragovin, not knowing how to decipher it at all. It was all symbols and lines to her. \"Mhmm, it seems like we're in a hurry so I'll follow you.\" \n\nHer expression changed from confusion to mistrust as she was introduced to Odin. The beast licked at Evette's hand before she could snatch it away. She glared daggers at the hound before responding to Dragovin. \"No worries. I'll be right behind you!\" They would have to talk about this addition to the group later.\n\nEvette walked out from the stables, on to the main street. Making sure she had all of her belongs on her, she focused her magically energy into herself. A hazy green energy enveloped her form and she could feel her bones begin to crack and her skin start to tear. The green energy grew in intensity and after ten seconds she was transformed into an nine foot tall white tail deer. She pranced around in a small circle, stretching her legs, and looking to Dragovin to set off." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin nodded, trying to not look as astonished as he was that Evette just turned into a giant deer. Magic was an incredible thing. Lowering the visor on his helmet, he drove his horse forward down the path and following the directions on the map. His hound and, hopefully, Evette would follow behind; Dragovin drove the horse at a quick stride of 34mph, a pace he knew his hound could follow, even if it would be a bit tiring. He trusted Evette could keep up. Along the way, Dragovin would be casting his spell, Warrior's Burden. It'd lighten the weight of his sheathed weapons and make the run easier for the horse. He'd stop casting halfway there, however, giving his mana a chance to recharge before the fight. They'd slow down once they were close enough to hear the singing.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you get closer to the forest, you realize you no longer need the map and can easily tell where it is coming from. It actually sends a shiver down both your spines. The song seems to seep into the air, and its tune is sickly beautiful as its melody wraps its fingers around your neck. As you get closer it is alarming how loud it is. There is still plenty of daylight around, meaning it would be difficult to sneak it. Scanning the area, you see a small hut atop of hill behind the dense forest. It would be safe to assume that was the girl's house. However, as the two of you are just about to enter the forest you both suddently notice a large burst of light from deep within. You both are then filled with dread as the singing in the area suddenly stops.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dread or not, Dragovin wasn't going to let someone die without trying everything he could to save them. He pushed his horse as close to a sprint as would be possible as they rode into the woods, taking as clear as a path as he could find. His hound would follow right behind, snarling in what was likely appearing to him as a hunt. Dragovin drew his bow and a single arrow from his quiver, pushing his visor up for better visibility.* \"Evette,\" *Dragovin shouted,* \"They'll light themselves on fire if you trap them. Either knock them out cold or kill them!\" *Were the situation different, Dragovin would have tried for stealth. However, he was starting to feel like he was too late. Again.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "A nervous knot began to form in the pit of Evette's stomach when the area descended into silence. The singing was unlike anything she had ever heard before and was decidedly a very bad thing. Evette couldn't speak to acknowledge what Dragovin was telling her but she decide that she would try to do as he asked. She wondered what sort of madness afflicted these people to lead them to set themselves on fire. She followed along the same direction as Dragovin, twenty feet to the right." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*You both charge through the forest, trying to find the girl's parents and save them. You look side to side looking for clues, when suddenly you smell the scent of blood Evette. You turn to look and see two hooded figures in ornate robes stained in blood. In their hands are daggers, but they don't appear to be taking any hostile action. Instead you are rather unsettled as you hear them cackling to themselves.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin wouldn't smell the blood, with his senses being nowhere as strong as Evette's but he would hear the laughing. Quickly, he'd turn the horse to stop, facing the direction of the cackling voices. Dragovin was never one to kill without hesitation, but arrows to the leg rarely killed. He'd nock his arrow on his bow and aim at the one closest to Evette. This would be easy for him, settling the horse with two hands and firing the bow with his additional set of arms, aiming for the thigh. He also didn't want to risk a suicidal flaming charge.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette reared as the sent of blood filled her nose. She turned her head to see the two shrouded figures, covered in blood, each holding a dagger. She couldn't make out what they were saying but they made no movements towards her. Just as she had noticed them, it appeared Dragovin had too. Seeing him take aim at the unsettling figures she charged at the one to her left, attempting to knock him down." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Your arrow flies true Dragovin and sinks deep into the figures thigh. However, the figures doesn't even appear to flinch and instead starts laughing.*\n\"You're too late! Too late I say! We've done it! We've won! Our brothered has brought a new order to the world! Ahahahahaha!\" \n*The cultist then takes the daggers in his hands and throws them both at Dragovin. \nThe one to the left of Evette sees her charging for him, but instead of trying to dodge away or even defend himself, he spreads open his arms in a hugging fashion as his body self-immolates.* \n\"Join us in our gloriest hour! Rejoice and be glad! Welcome to our paradise! Kekekekekeke!\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin raised both of his left arms, covering his face and side. Unless the daggers were thrown with immense strength, they'd glance off of his plate armor. At that, Dragovin would sling his bow back onto his horse and hop off, taking his quarterstaff with him. He spoke as he quickly moved into a sprint.* \"Don't even think about lighting up, I'm not done with you.\"" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette was caught off guard by the burst of flame that erupted around the man despite the warning that they could do so. She was large and moving to quickly to avoid slamming into him. She attempted to maneuver so that she would slam into him with the side of her body in an attempt to knock him to the ground, hopefully extinguishing some of the fire.\n\nThat's totally okay!" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The cultist facing Dragovin cackles again \"Not done with me? We haven't even started!\" And against your warning he lights himself aflame. However, due to the arrow you shot in his leg, as he attempts to charge toward you his leg is unable to support the pressure so he trips and falls over. \nThe cultist that you body slam Evette is sent flying and collides with a tree behind it. The flames burn the side of your body and singe the fur. From what you can tell though, the cultist is clearly out cold but the flames are continuing to consume the body.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin took a second to twirl the quartestaff, building momentum before striking the downed cultist in the head and retracting his weapon. He looked back to his horse, seeing his half empty waterskin: nowhere near enough to douse either of the cultists. He took another look around to make sure no one else was present before moving towards Evette.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette whined as she felt the fire singe her fur. She took comfort in the fact the madman had been knocked out from the force of their impact. The body lay unmoving at the base of a tree. Thinking the danger had passed she revert back into her humanoid form. She would then crossed the distance between her and the unconscious man. Taking off her cloak she would start trying to pat out the flames. She would look at Dragovin approaching, not knowing if she was supposed to be helping. \"He is on fire.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The cultist that fell over was clearly knocked out from Dragovin's swing, but his body continues to slowly turn to ash.\n Much to Evette's dismay, fanning the flames with her coat made the flames on the unconscious cultist by the tree grow a bit larger but quickly die out as they have run out of fuel. The cultist now lays dead.*\n\n*You both then hear a scream from up on the hill. It seemed to be around the girl's house*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Evette, come on!\" *Without another word, Dragovin sprinted towards the house, leaving the horse and the hound in the small clearing. He carried his staff in his hands and snatched his kite shield off his mount with another, drawing his bastard sword with his last free hand. Climbing up and onto his horse would take too long, especially if someone was still in danger.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette looked down at the burned corpse at a loss for words. Who would do something like this to themself? She didn't understand Dragovin's passion for fighting these men. Bringing her staff to bear she followed Dragovin towards the sound of the screaming, easily keeping pace." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you both run up through the forest you come across a clearing. Coming closer you see 4 figures lying on the ground with a multitude of fancy chalices, gold, and jewelry in small piles scattered around. However what is most alarming is the large ritual circle. Approaching it you can feel heat from the center, as if something was recently burning, but there are no scorch marks or ashes nearby. At closer inspection of the figures, you can clearly see they are cultists. However, they are dead. What confuses you though is that their bodies aren't burnt up. You scan the periphery and see an extremely well dressed cultist wearing some armor. You can safely assume him to be the cult leader. His skin looks very pale and on his neck are two puncture marks surrounded with dried blood. The girl's house is not that far ahead and Evette, with your keen hearing, you can hear some commotion going on inside.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin twirled the quarterstaff once again, walking towards who he assumed was the leader. Not hearing the commotion, he assumed whoever was screaming was already killed.* \"Evette, I'll handle him.\" *At this point, Dragovin put his shield on his back, held his sword with one of his right arms, and spun the quarterstaff with one of his left, leaving his lower pair of hands free. Dragovin knew of vampires, though had never seen one in person.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Seeing the lone figure standing within the creepy ritualistic circle and hearing that Dragovin was confident he could handle it Evette took off in the direction of the home. She would place two fingers on her amulet, activating the armour enchantment before trying to find the front door, intending to enter if it wasn't locked." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The cult leader smiles with dry chapped lips.* \n\"I see you've come to witness the birth of a new era. Do you tremble in fear from my reborn form?\" \n*The cultist opens his mouth wide and you can see two long fangs.* \n\"I see I was the only lucky one to be gifted this grace from those two sacrifices. They must have not been worthy. Rejoice as you become my first meal!\" *And the leader charges at you with terrifying speed, it's fangs aiming for your neck.* \n\n*Evette, you enter the house with ease as the door was actually already open as you arrived. You hear two distressed voices inside, a male and female.*\n\"Stop it! Stop packing! We can't leave her Alfred! She is still a little girl! Our little girl!\" *Frantically yells the female voice*\n\"I know that! I don't want to leave her, but look at us! Is this what you want her to see? We're monster now Lily, we can't be around her anymore!\" *Screams the male voice in a tone filled with agony*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin stepped backwards while swinging his twirling quarterstaff upwards, meaning to strike the vampire directly in his chin. With him lunging forward to bite, his head would likely be leading the movement and exposed to an attack from below. Fast or not, Dragovin had been preparing to counter a charging attack since he saw the lone figure.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette pauses by the door, listening to the couple argue. These must be the little blue dressed girl's parents. While they appear to be upset from their tone she wouldn't guess that they are physically injured. Evette is puzzled as to how they managed to survive the horrible masochists. Evette slowly and deliberately steps through the door, keeping the palms of her hands visible. \"Hello? Are you the little blue girl's parents? She sent us here to help you. Are you alright?\" As she steps into the door she glances around as much of the room as she can." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The cultist takes the blow from under the chin and halts his advance as he staggers back a few steps to regain his bearings. He looks utterly shocked that you were able to hit him.*\n\"How? Why? I have ascended to a whole new level of power, I'm suppose to be untouchable! A fluke, it must've been a fluke!\" *He angrily reassures himself as he lowers his body and claws appear from his hands. He then swings his arm diagonally in an attempt to lop off one of your arms.*\n\n*As you scan the room Evette you see that is a rather plain house. You can see a few children toys in the corner and on the wall there is a small family portrait with the little girl happily sitting on a female macen's lap with a male macen wrapping his arms around both of them. You see the two figures that were yelling off to the side. They sort of look like the male and female in the portrait, but you notice their skin is very pale. They look at you in shock, but the male quickly stands infront of the female macen and opens his mouth as two long fangs appear.* \n\"Stay back! Get away from here!\"\n*The female grabs the male's shoulder pulling him back.* \"Honey wait, she said our little girl sent them for help. She made it to safety. I don't think this lady means any harm\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin steps to the side and readies his broadsword as the vampire lowers his stance. As it makes its swing, he swings his sword to intercept the monster's hand, either stopping it or looping the whole thing off. It all came down to how tough it's armor really was. Clearly, the vampire was fresh and uncertain of what it could actually do, but Dragovin always played it safe.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette was not the most educated when it came to humans but she had yet to see one display fangs like the man in front of her. He took up a clearly defensive stance in front of the woman. She must be his mate and from the way the woman was talking the girl must be their young. Why would they consider abandoning her? \n\nIt occurred to her that she hadn't met someone with four arms until she met Dragovin so maybe they were also something she just hadn't met yet. She attempted to calm the man by not walking any closer to the couple. \n\n\"Your daughter is safe in the town near by. She was very worried for your safety. My friend is dealing with the last of those... Uh people. We can escort you back to your daughter. You really shouldn't stay here. There are some real psychos out there.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*In a contest of speed, the cult leader has you beat, and is able to graze your arm with its claws but your armor is able to deflect the initial impact. As your broadsword eventually makes contact with the cultist's arm, it lops it right off, cancelling any momentum being used to cut yours. The cult leader's eyes widen before howling out in pain as he stumbles back and falls over writhing in pain.* \n\"This... Can't be happening...\" *The cult leader stares daggers of pure hatred at you Dragovin but then he suddenly calms down and starts laughing.* \"Seems like I've overstepped my bounds. But know this follish mortal. This is only the begining. The ritual has released its magic into the world. You can't stop this. And I will live to see it spread to its full glory!\"\n*The cult leader rolls over and makes a desperate attempt to scamper away from you*\n\n*The male macen appears to calm down a bit and you see the fangs retract. His eyes dart between his wife and you before finally sighing*\n\"I'm glad our daughter is safe. You seem like a kind lady. I'm happy that someone came for us. But you were too late... Those maniacs sacrificed us. We are monsters now. We can't go back to her like this.\"\n\"Alfred, she needs her parents. We need to take care of her!\" *Pleads the female macen*\n\"Lily, we just killed 5 people out of a hunger frenzy. Who know if that will happen again? Do you want to be responsible for killing our little girl!\" *Replies the male with tears dripping from his eyes.*\n\"I want to raise our little girl together, but not at the risk of killing her. We've got to leave here. We got to pack our things and live our lives away from innocent people. I don't want to kill another person ever again...\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin just hissed under his breath as the vampire attempted to make his escape. Sprinting forward and dropping his sword, the Oni leaped forward, pushing his quarterstaff its full length as he attempted as strike at the back of the vampire's head. He wasn't about to let this fiend run off, and he certainly wasn't planning on trying to tie him up while he was still conscious.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette tilted her head in confusion, looking the couple up and down. They didn't looked very sacrificed to Evette, sure the fangs were out of the ordinary but all and all they were probably more of a positive than a negative. \n\n\"You killed five people?\" Evette asked skeptically. They hardly appeared capable of such a feat. Perhaps the song entranced them to commit such an act. \n\n\"If you believe you've been cursed with some sort of magic you should definitely come with us. There are experts in those kind of things that could help you! What would you do on your own?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you bring your quarterstaff overhead, it makes contact with a heavy 'thunk' and the cultist muscles spasm for a moment before laying completely still as foam accumulates around its mouth. The cultist's arm however continues to bleed out profusely, but for now it appears you have knocked the cultist leader out.*\n\n*Evette, as you tell the couple about experts being able to possibly cure them, you finally see some hope in their eyes. Their bodies appear to relax slightly, but there is still a bit of concern in the father's eyes.*\n\"R-R-Really? We can be cured of this? We can go back and live normally with our daughter?\" *Asks the father desperately*\n\"Honey, it's at least worth a shot, right? At the very least we aren't hungry anymore. I think we can at least go to town and see our daughter. If we can't be cured, we...\" *The mother's voice cracks for a bit* \"..We can say our final goodbye to her at least. Tell her how much we love her and how we wish her a bright future. At least she will know we didn't abanden her.\"\n*The father takes a deep breath and nods* \"Very well. We can do that.\" He then turns to face you Evette \"If you may take us to our daughter, we will be very grateful\" *And bows*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin had a spell that could heal a severe wound, but not fix dismemberment. Perfect, actually, except for the fact that it gave the target a surge of energy, likely waking the vampire up.* \"Eve...\" *Dragovin started to call her name, but realized she must surely be at the house by now. He held a hand to his mouth, letting out a long whistle to call his horse and hound.* \"Odin!\" *He called out its name as well, not wanting to risk it not coming. In the meantime, Dragovin found a stone a little smaller than his fist and turned the vampire over onto its back. This wouldn't be pretty, but Dragovin didn't have a proper gag.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "\"That's the spirit!\" Evette said, smiling. She didn't know all that much about curses but she had heard stories of people breaking them so it seemed entirely plausible that they could break theirs. Evette gestured for the couple to follow her as she went back outside and over to Dragovin, who from the looks of it had bested the other man. \"Hey, Dragovin look! It's the blue girl's parents! They're alive!\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you attempt to use your healing magic on the cult leader, you are slightly surprised to see it take no effect as the arm continues to bleed. However you are able to gag him with a rock. \nThe couple follow Evette but are a bit shocked when they see Dragovin. However seeing how Evette was on good terms with this stranger, they decide he was to be trusted as well and bow respectively toward Dragovin. They see the cult leader and hiss slightly as hatred burns in their eyes, but calm down after seeing him gagged up and missing an arm.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin grimaces. He'd forgotten that healing spells don't work on vampires. Dragovin instead removes a length of rope from his horse, who had strode on to the scene, and tie off the stump. A tourniquet would have to do. Dragovin bow to the couple as well, though frown at their hissing. More vampires, presumably. After smiling to Evette, Dragovin spoke.* \"I'm guessing you two... Turned?\"" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "\"I told them we can take them into town to try to get their curse cured.\" Evette wasn't sure what he was talking about in regards to them being turned. She noticed the man gagged and bound on the ground. \"Is that the guy who cursed you?\" She turned and asked the couple." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*They look conflicted on how to answer those two questions. The male macen speaks up* \"We don't hold it against you as at least you came, but we've already been sacrificed. When we woke up, we were like this...\" *And his face darkens* \"We were so hungry and filled with anger that we killed them all. I wasn't aware our feeding could turn them into us...\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin made a face. This certainly wasn't ideal. The innocents were no longer so innocent, but he understood that they weren't exactly in their right minds.* \"I know some apothecaries still carry replicant blood, for the rare vampire and, more usually, herbal remedies. Animal blood also works. This,\" *Dragovin said, gesturing to the mess of bodies,* \"Cannot happen again.\" *He now knelt down, taking the rope from his horse and bound the vampire's feet and, after placing the rock in the vampire's mouth, tied a robe around as a gag. Crude, but hopefully effective.*" } ]

[ { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "\"See, I knew Dragovin would be able to figure something out!\" Evette said, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. In truth she didn't understand much of what he was saying but the way he was saying it made it seem like he knew what he was talking about. Hopeful it would be enough to placate the husband's worries. Looking again at the bodies of the dead it was hard to picture this couple being a part of any of this. They came across as scared victims of a horrible event and not so much as capable killers. \"Should we do anything about the bodies?\" Evette asked, looking back at Dragovin. She wasn't sure if these 'sacrifices' were from the village as well and had family looking for them or if they were a part of this strange cult of cursed people. If they did have family looking for them it might be a bit disconcerting to find them this way." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "The couple nod seemingly in agreement about what happened here must never happen again. However, they look slightly dejected that you made no mention about how to cure them, but after whispering among themselves they seem to accept being able to live off animal blood if it meant they could safely live with their daughter. \n\nAt this point both Evette and Dragovin would hear the sound of hoofbeats and clanking metal, coming from within the forest. It took a while, but it seems like the City Guard is finally here. If the two of you want to secure a prize beyond the killed bounties, you would have to act quickly.\n\nThere were 8 gold chalices, 8 daggers, 4 short swords, and 4 salvageable sets of cultist robes among the dead cultists lying around the clearing. The unconscious cult leader was wearing some armor that appeared to be an Almain Rivet. The guards would confiscate everything for 'study' soon. There was only about a turn of time to scavenge. If somebody wanted to take the Almain Rivet, they'd have to hide him away and therefore not collect the bounty for the 'live?\" Capture." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin thought it'd be in poor taste to try to quickly scavenge the battlefield, but the thought of some extra gold wasn't a bad one.* \"You should start saving up for that replicant blood,\" *Dragovin said, taking a dagger from the ground, cutting cloth from one of the cultist's robe to wrap the blade before putting it in his boot,* \"The guards are coming and will probably take those chalices. You could use the extra coin more than them.\" *He picked up two chalices as well, putting one with his gear over his shoulder and holding the other behind his back with his lower pair of arms.* \"You, too, Evette!\"" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette nodded and picked up two of the golden chalices from the bodies closest to her. She admired them for a brief moment before stuffing them into her travel bag. How neat. They rarely got any cool trinkets in their travels. She wondered if these were the ultimate prize to humans. A whole cup made out of shiny gold metal. As she pondered that for a second she quickly came to the conclusion that, of course, they weren't. A house made out of shiny gold would definitely be the ultimate prize. How weird that she hadn't seen a house made of gold yet. Maybe that's everyone was trading the metals for, to eventually be able to build that house. She stared off in thought, not paying much attention to the rest of the items littering the floor." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "The couple take heed of your advice and pocket 2 chalices each as well, and not a second too late as the city guard come through the forest and into the clearing.\n\n The captain rode at the front, with a guard on either side of him. He stopped his horse before the scene, making a gesture to have the other guards line the perimeter. \n\"I see the cultists have already been dealt with. We had encounter two of their corpses in the woods\" \nThe captain then looks slightly confused seeing how none of them were burnt to a crisp, but shrugs it off. He then notices the unconscious cultist and is visibly surprised. \"Oh? You two actually caught one? Looks like the cultist leader at that.\" He does a headcount, muttering to himself. \" 6 dead, 1 alive, earning you lot a total of...\" He held a hand out as one of his men hastily counted the gold and placed into a big for the captain, \"Twelve pieces of gold. 6 a piece, though it doesn't concern me how you divide it.\" \nOnce someone took the gold, the guards would begin collecting the bodies and items strewn about. As one of the knights come to secure the cult leader, they take a step back in shock at how cold and pale he is. However after confirming that the leader was still in fact breathing, they secure him atop of one of the horses and ride him away. \n The couples explain the situation to the knights on how they turned into vampires. The captain nods understandingly and orders his knights to escort them to the nearest apothecary before reuniting them with their daughter.\n\nQUEST COMPLETE\n1.2 PP awarded each" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin would let the authorities tend to the situation as they saw fit. He was used to handing things over to higher authorities at a certain point. He turned towards Evette with a nod.* \"Are you alright? I didn't check to see if you were burned earlier, I was so wrapped up in what was going on.\" *He didn't mean to directly involve her in the violence, but Dragovin feels as though he couldn't have done this without her.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "\"Hmm?\" Evette said, drawn from her thoughts. \"Oh, it's fine. Minor burns.\" She winced a bit as the pain along her right side and right shoulder was brought back into focus. Her body tended to heal minor wounds fairly quickly since her transformation so she imagined the pain would fade within a day at most. \"I should be asking you that.\" She responded, feeling a guilty that she hadn't been the first to ask. \"You did most of the fighting. Are you okay?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin removed his helmet now, smiling as he put the chalice he was holding into it.* \"This armor protected me where my training didn't; I'm perfectly fine.\" *He rested his helmet in a pouch on the saddle of his horse before reaching down and petting Odin atop his head.* \"This is all a bit grisly now, the aftermath. Do you want to get back out and onto the road?\"" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette gave Odin a dirty look before responding. \"If you're ready. I wasn't sure if you needed to go to the market? I did we talk about that at breakfast?\" She honestly couldn't remember. She could however, clearly recall him not wanting to play the coin game. Evette knew she had enough rations for a couple days, although she had no more bread. \"Is the next town very far?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin dipped his head from one side to the other.* \"You're right, the market would be a good idea. My rations are pretty low, I only packed a bit of food.\" *Dragovin began leading his horse out of the woods, looking back to Evette.* \"Would you want to walk back to town? We can ride, alternatively, if you want.\" *As much as his animals could use a break, they'd need to get used to long days of travel. Dragovin could buy a wagon, but he didn't know if that would just be lazy.*" } ]

[ { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette continued to watch Dragovin as he slowly answered her question. They hadn't spoken too much about what their life was like prior to escaping the war zone. She knew he did odd jobs for money; things like finding people and hunting monsters. She had told him about the bakery and the fact that she lived in the forest before hand but nothing terribly in detail. Her impression of him during their travels was that he would go through periods of brooding which would be interrupted with bright bursts of energy and vigor if they were ever in a spot of trouble. After the fighting stopped he seemed to sink right back into the quiet parts of himself. \n\n\"Me? I'm doing great! We did just save a family after all.\" Evette said, favouring him with a smile. That was the issue that sparked her interest in the first place. It appeared to her that they had just saved a family despite the townspeople's worries that the parents were already dead. The couple seemed sick and a bit shaken up but it wasn't like they were dead. They could still be with their young. Evette was confused as to why he didn't seemed satisfied with the outcome. Saving people, from what she could tell, was one of the jobs that he enjoyed or atleast got some measure of fulfilment out of. He was such a different person from the townspeople she had lived with. It was hard for her to understand his thoughts and feelings. She wondered if all of his Oni people were like this or if he left because he was so different. \n\nEvette laughed lightly, while walking over to stand at his side. \"It's okay to smile once in a while.\" She moved to give his shoulder a light squeeze. \"We did save them, you know?\" He knew a lot more about this Aventurr than her and if they condoned what happened back there she was of the opinion that they were not a god worth worshipping. If these cultists were all like that it was good of Dragovin and her to have made Aventurr's herd a little bit smaller." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dragovin smiled a little at Evette's kindness. She was right, after all. That turned out better than he could have hoped, better than it usually did when it came to the cultists. It was just easy for the Oni to begin to dwell on his mistakes and shortcomings; they seemed to define his major life choices. Still, the two had managed to save lives today, so they must be in the right direction.*\n\n\"Thank you.\" *Dragovin put a hand over hers with a nod. He wanted to say something positive or encouraging to her, but wasn't sure what motivated her. Could he blame Evette? He hardly knew what he was doing either.* \"You think the bakery's open by now?\" *He did remember one of her goals/interests: bread.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Evette was happy to see Dragovin lighten up, if only a little bit. \"That's the spirit! Hopefully, they'll have some pastries as well!\" She clasped her hands excitedly as they resumed their walk towards the town. After a morning of heroics they definitely deserved a treat. As they continued on their journey, Evette did her best to keep a five foot distance minimum between her and Odin. It was also becoming harder for her to ignore the burned skin along her side as she could feel the skin growing more irritated and itchy. She decided she would take the time to heal it once they got to the town. Rather than avoiding using magic she figured it would be better to just deal with the inconvenience. \n\nThe way back wasn't as exhilarating as their frantic rush out to the forest. There was only a courier and a trio of merchants traveling along the road as well. The sun was shining down brightly and there didn't appear to be a cloud anywhere in sight. A lovely calm day, despite the morning shenanigans. Evette hoped the weather would stay this way for most of their journey. It would be nice to not get drenched in rain and sleep in the mud. \n\nSoon Evette and Dragovin arrived at the original gate to the city that they had exited through. Evette ignored the guards posted at the open entrance of the gate and turned to Dragovin. \"So market or bakery first?\" \n\n`(I had us arrive at the gates if that is okie dokie) `" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The Oni tried to cheer up for Evette as they continued forward, trying to think of something besides the past. He looked to Odin, who was happily trotting alongside him and Mabry. Dragovin had learned that at least some Elves were able to speak to animals, though had never asked about it. He wondered if animals had thoughts, opinions, ideas. As the greyhound lightly bounced down the road with them, he wondered if a life like that might be nice. Winter was drawing near, though, and it would make his animals lean if he wasn't careful.*\n\n*After nodding to each guard, Dragovin patted his pouch, fat with coin, in response to Evette.* \"I think going by the bakery first would be a fine idea. We can sell these chalices later.\" *A question of who they originally belonged to ran past his mind, but he did the best to ignore it. The answer was probably grisly and nothing he could really act on. Instead, he'd focus on the fortune he had found and was able to deliver today. He wondered slightly if there was anything he needed to buy, but shook his head. No, for now, he'd think about what kind of pastry he'd want.*" } ]

[ { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would eventually reach the border after receiving the letter about an another opportunity to make some coin and since Theron had left the home she didn't quite want to stay alone. The oriate would find a quiet spot at the meeting place and sat there for the time being while looking over the loaned katana she had. It had treated her well thus far, but she wasn't really the type to get up close and personal with others, so eventually she would have to buy a crossbow or something better for her to use.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would be spending time in the wilderness, recovering alone in the brush after the escapade with the previous guild invasion. In the meantime while recovering, stopping only occasionally to dine at taverns and sleep in the woods, he would be thinking about the motives of the Boss judging by the robed leader's conversation with the kitsune slaves from yesterday. Safe haven? Freedom? Contract? All of them sounded shady when you put them a certain way, but what could it mean? His mind drifted to the Slavers' War happening between both of the major empires and the beastkin slaves, but he didn't know the details of it. Gosh, he'd have to ask some people about it soon, wouldn't he?*\n\n*He knew in both his mind and heart, with particular unease, that he was a vampire now. He didn't really feel like it, nor would he act like it, but the blood plague had gotten to him through the bolt, and there was no turning back. Not yet, anyway. The only time he had attempted to try out his new vampiric abilities would be at a tavern when two rowdy macen men had gotten into a barfight. One of them broke the other's nose, causing that one to be knocked out cold, leaving a great amount of blood on the floor for the poor janitor to clean up. When no one was looking, he dabbed his finger into the pool, getting a taste of the blood; it was metallic, bitter, and gross, yet... Didn't taste too awful. It was bad in the way hot peppers were spicy, but was good in the way that you couldn't stop having some. Or maybe that was a bad thing. Who knows, right? He had to stop himself before he would get anymore, yet the lingering taste of blood on his tongue would not leave until the next morning, where like the last time, he found a letter upon his chest, detailing information about another job from the boss. Seriously, how were they finding him so often?*\n\n*The next day, at around 11:47, he would arrive at the border specified in the letter, spotting Syele in the distance. She looked as cold as ever, but there was an air of sadness that stained the area around her, an air Arthur couldn't help but notice. He'd walk up to her, although keeping his distance, and called out to the oriate.*\n\n\"Hi. You seem moody today, what happened to you?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele simply tilted her head over toward Arthur with a day fresh wound across her forehead that had a surrounding bruise around it. She only blinked at him and looked him over for the time being, 'Told this bastard that we'd be working again.' she thought to herself, but she couldn't find herself able to talk for a few minutes just keeping her head down toward the katana before finally she spoke out with typical tone.* \"Arthur, I can look at you and understand you've experience loss in life to some degree. You always had that feeling, but may I ask you what do you consider of me? Do you see someone vile or someone who is just broken?\"\n\n*Syele would look over to him with her expression hard to make out with the burns still somewhat healing across her face and the portions that did heal through magic had left a odd patch of scar tissue that was still lightly present.* \"I had to ask myself this because my friend that I have known since I came to Salvainia fled the country after a bad patch with criminals from my understanding. He was the closes thing to family and told me to head somewhere else, but I honestly felt offended by it, thus I still have to ask myself did he leave without me because I'm worthless or because I am simply a vile person who used him?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would blink at this question, not knowing how to answer. In truth, the loss of his family had affected himself similarly to how this 'friend' affected Syele, but he got over it pretty quickly. The only things that had gotten to him were the fact that he couldn't just race down the stairs of his hall to grab a few loaves of bread from the kitchen, nor could he sleep for too long when you were alone in the wilderness. When you were alone, when you're by yourself, you have to make your own living. He had quickly learned that the only one you could really trust out there was yourself, but that thought had changed in due time, when he became an official recognized criminal by the government, but neither Hitoshi nor Mevis had reported him to the authorities, let alone try and apprehend him. He would have no idea what it would be like to lose someone that close to you; it was unfathomable. In response to Syele's question, he would raise his index finger, wagging it back and forth as he replied in a comical tone.*\n\n\"I have a policy for absolute honesty when it comes to my own opinions about things, so I'll tell you what you want to hear and what exactly I think of you.\" *He said, looking at her burned face with a bit of mock concern.* \"From my experiences with you, you are the most unfeeling, apathetic, pile of dung I've met in my travels. Though, I will say, you're not completely vile. If your friend was close enough to you that they would stay by your side for your entire stay in the empire, do you think he would consider you worthless? I wouldn't say so. So, don't beat yourself up too badly over this. To me, you're vile, but to others? You're probably as sweet as sugar to them. Besides, we have a job to do.\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele could only nod in response to Arthur and then stood up completely. She'd just look him dead in the eyes for a moment with nothing but his reflect could be truly see in them.* \"I would expect nothing less of your true opinion, regardless, I do hope you burn in the fiery pits of the abyss someday when our journey ends. Frankly, while you are kind and gentle in your own right, you are also just equally as vile as me. So I suppose we both deserve to burn in a way and also, your sour humor always leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. No one thinks I'm 'sweet.', I'm about as sweet as that bolt that hit you during our last job besides it would been in your groin instead in comparison to how 'sweet' I am.\"\n\n*She'd then look past Arthur for a moment and glared toward the scenery around her.* \"Regardless, I do agree, we have a job to do and my feelings aside can just be disregarded. I believe, for now, our job will simply be wrestling together some of the merchants who have sold our employer's product in too much of a bulk on the market without his permission, so we'll likely be dealing with a few troublesome merchants and their body guards.\" *Her eyes then returned focus back to him for whatever reason and she simply nodded to herself.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Well damn, you didn't need to point out that bolt. It hurt, y'know? And being a vampire isn't completely enjoyable, I'll have you know that. I can't even take this cloak off without the risk of, I don't know, completely burning to death?\"\n\n*He would put his palm to his face, shaking his head in disdain. This is what he gets for stating the truth? Unbelievable. Though, it wasn't as terrible as all the other times they had conversation, he will admit. Speaking of conversation, the note had mentioned a couple more individuals that would be joining the pair today. He had no idea who they would be, but he hoped with a burning passion that it wouldn't be that son of a bitch Nox. Why, that elf had left him to fight Vinran all of his own! He purely was the reason he had all of the scars running across his chest in the first place, scars that Arthur grew to dislike immensely. He would sigh, sitting down on the ground, using the gold ore from his backpack as a makeshift cushion, albeit an uncomfortable one. He had to sell those sometime in the future; they were taking up too much space for his liking.*" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox would rest by a clearing aa few miles away from the main path to Alindale. Last time he had been in Salvania, there was a bounty on him. Perhaps the people have given up hope of finding him. Still, he had to take precautions. When Nox felt that it was around an hour before Midday, he started out towards the City, rejoining the main road to the city. Upon reaching the City, he would visit the Bazaar and then route back, keeping a close eye on his surroundings and make note of people who may or may not have been following him. Nox would continue this process with different locations. Satisfied that no one was following him, he would dismount briefly to get some Ale.*\n\n*Nox would conjecture that it was midday, but he was in no hurry, as this employer had a reputation of being late. Nox thought about bringing his horse, but decided against it and elected to walk to the meeting place instead. When he got there, he spotted two people he knew all too well. Syele and Arthur thought snidely to himself. Syele at least somewhat better than their last meeting, but Arthur just looked plain ugly. Onto of that, something had fundamentally changed about him, though he was no sure what from this distance.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would look over as she noticed Nox making their way over to the two. She considered that this would be an interesting group since one couldn't be healed and the other was already rather rash at times enough to be not worth healing since he talked so lowly toward her during their operations with Velaria and was unlikely to be injured to begin with. For now, she would only wave toward the man out of 'good grace', with her dull as ever look just seemingly looking past him at the same time.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur watched as Nox walked up to the meeting place, the exact same person he didn't want to see for the rest of his lifetime. A robed, black figure, dressed with a repulsive mask. He stared as the elf strode on over to their location, not knowing what he thought behind the mask. He considered assaulting the man right then and there, but decided against it, seeing that it wasn't worth all the extra stress. Nevertheless, he held a grudge against the elf, but didn't show his anger all too well. He walked right up to the edgy, robed figure, and held out his hand in greetings.*\n\n\"Nox! We meet again, hmm? What have you been up to?\"" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*As Nox drew close to the two, he could sense the tang of animosity in the air. Nox didn't blame them, he would exhibit the same demeanor towards him had he found out that a hypothetical someone saw them as little more than meatbags; fodder more like. When he got within 15 feet of Arthur, the cognizance that Arthur had become a Vampire. He contended in his mind on what he should do, but decide that a miniscule amount of deriding would certainly provide some gaiety*\n\n*Nox snidely remark:* ''Oh, I've been doing quite well!\" *Instead of shaking Arthur's had, he would bend in and whisper to his ear:* \"You, on the other hand, not so much. What happened to staying in Silnaria?\" *He would pause as if forgetting something after a moment, he would pretend to remember what he was going to say and continue* \"Oh, I wonder what would happen if I pulled your hood off.\" *Another deliberate pause* \"Wait, that wouldn't be right, we both know what would happen. Should have waited for me in the border cities huh?\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Alexander reached the spot near the border after reading the anonymous letter, hoping to make some silver. It also made him worry a little because it was his first time doing a quest which might have other people in it. When he reached there he saw three others who probably were there for the hunt. \"Gentlemen, hello\" He said with a soft voice lowering his hood, still hiding his swords." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would whisper back at Nox, with equally as much ferocity and attitude.*\n\n\"Oh, would you like to try it? I assure you, It will not go as well for you if you did. And it's not very nice to keep someone waiting for, I don't know, a couple of days in some estranged border town?\" *He would keep the smile on his face, but would look at the eye holes in between Nox's mask with a glare in his eyes. Putting his arm back down by his side, he would turn towards the elf, continuing on.* \"I guess in your oh-so long years of life, you forgot what it was like to have teammates that were competent enough for your liking. You know what would've happened if you got off of your ass and helped me out with Vinran, you vile bastard.\" *He would stop, then turn away from the elf.* \"I won't let our past grudges inhibit MY performance today. At best, let's stay the away from eachother. At worst, you become the blood bag I'm going to have to use to recover.\"\n\n*He would notice another figure arrive shortly after, a shrouded figure speaking in a small voice. Arthur would stride towards the figure, stopping when he got within a couple of feet away.*\n\n\"I suppose you're the other teammate? Good to have you on board. Don't fuck up.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Alexander looked at the Kitsune which walked towards him, he was wearing a cloak and from the attitude he didn't seem much friendly. \n\"Ya I won't.\" He said swiftly as he looked around the area." }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox would hold up his Spear, now reinforced with Silver alloy, and hold it so close to Arthur that he swore had he been another millimeter closer, he would have cut his face.*\n\n\"All talk and No Show. As for What happened with Vinran, don't forget who killed him. I am the reason you stand today.\" \n\n*Turning to the newcomer, He merely glanced at him before turning back.*\n\n\"Just as easily, I can strike you down. I hoped we could remain on speaking terms, but you in your delusion can't see that. Just like now, no one is your enemy. We fight for Coin.\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele just blinked several times, already both of them seemed to be off on a hostile stance against the new fellow like he pissed on their shoes or something. It was rather uncomfortable to be dealing with individuals who try to compensate with pure aggression, but she only remained silent for the time being while looking for their employer.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would turn back to Nox for a brief moment before turning back to the newcomer. He couldn't get a direct feel for his appearance, so Arthur had no idea who the new guy was, or how he would deal with him. Though, from an objective point, he may have been a bit harsh.*\n\n\"Yeah, Sorry about that intro,\" He began. \"I'm Arthur. The moody oriate over there-\" *He pointed to Syele.* \"Is Syele. The edgy fucker? That's Nox. Don't get involved with him.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Alexander chuckled as he looked over to everyone Arthur pointed. \n\"I'm Alexander Dracul, nice to meet you all. Well you two better get along for now because we have to work together here.\" He paused looking at the spear. \"After that you can cut each other to pieces, I don't give a fuck\"." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*It would once more reach noon and with the previous jobs, the 'messenger' would arrive just in time. It would be a familiar face or should I say mask to Arthur and Nox, as the plague doctor would approach them riding on a horse. In his hands would be his holy book and the black cane would be hanging from the side of his hip. As he approaches he would get off, walk to you all, bow his head, clear this throat, and open his book*\n\n\"Foolish are the men who ignore the words of the lord. Foolish are they who go against his will. Flock they may, but the righteous hand of the lord will squander them, but not a single scratch will fall upon the innocent. Over yonder, beyond the glorious hills of golden light will thee find these sinners, indulging themselves in the vices of mortals. Swiftly you must act before they set out to escape the lord's eye.\"\n\nThe plague doctor will then close his book and look over to you all.\n\n\"The lord is kind, and will accept the sinners with open arms, and you the bringers of justice will receive his grace. However, if you must be harsh with your punishment, that too will be accepted by the lord. If thee need anything, ask, and it may be given\"\n\n*He would then look over to Arthur and bow his head*\n\n\"Ah, fellow holy brother. I am pleased to see you are well... No, that would be wrong. Oh, how dreadful. My poor brother, has your Mame so e abandoned you to this cruel fate? Tell me it isn't so\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"I believe I can understand most of what he said...\" *Syele stated, she was never the one for religion and the man did give off the classic vibe that many of the boss's men tended to have. She bow her head toward him out of respect and then waited for the others to take the lead. She was expecting it to be a fast and easy job to deal with three men and return some property, but even so, the last operation was meant to be similar to that as well and it still went to hell and back.*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Alexander looked at the man. It seemed funny to him, dressed as a plague doctor and talking religion. \nWithout saying anything he kept quite waiting for the figure to give them the quest/" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur suddenly remembered the fake god he had mock-worshipped from the previous encounter, and sheepishly looked down towards his side, putting his arms behind his back. He would then turn back towards the plague doctor, a slight grin on his face, as he too bowed low and put his hands in a sort of praying position.*\n\n\"Yes, brother of faith. It seems that my savior, my lord, did so kindly to bestow upon me a dreadful, fearsome strength to aid me upon my travels. I suppose, in a sense, I am well, both in mind and spirit. I suppose that your lord has been merciful as well?\"\n\n*Finishing his response, Arthur would lean in towards Syele, attempting to whisper what he thought the plague doctor meant into her ear.*\n\n\"Basically, another group of people we have to wipe out, and we have to either bring them back alive or dead. I have an idea how we could bring them back alive, but it involves me doing something a bit... Nasty. On the other hand, killing them is an option, but my hands don't really need to be dirtier than they already are. Oh, and if we need anything, we can just ask.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul didn't get anything the pleague doctor said so he waited. He saw Arthur whispering to Syele." }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would look up at him around that time with a bit of a mix look. 'Nasty' she thought, 'dear god, how many ways a person can take such a word.' Did he mean he'd be having to do some type of sacrifice or finally shed his virginity to win the over the group they were after, since it seemed religious of the matters it might be the latter in some type of ritual, it was odd in her mind how religions had so many rituals with virgins... But arthur would be a perfect fit for it, she thought. Then suddenly a broken chuckle out of a laugh came out of her mouth with a slight grin forming, which would be rather unnerving to anyone who knew her long enough and then just as soon as it came her expression went dead and she whispered back over to him.*\n\n\"Very well, but do please be a bit more care with your words, I believe ending the situation without trouble would be rather interesting and I'm not sure if I could approve or disapprove without knowing what you mean by 'nasty.' Regardless, killing them would be a simple task as well with the other here here and what exactly do you mean if we need anything we can just ask? As in who? Him or the people we're after?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur bit back his tongue a bit, regretting his choice of words. He thought that Syele's mind knew what he was talking about when he said 'nasty', seeing she was one of the few people that knew of his condition as a vampire. Also, what was that giggle? It was scary, it was unnerving, and it was plain out of character for someone like Syele, so Arthur jumped back a tiny bit. He had expected the oriate to take it with another dull remark, possibly followed up by an insult, in which case he would have been prepared to retort back with another. Her face morphed back to that dead expression, however, and he regained his composure, whispering back.*\n\n\"For the record, 'Nasty' means that I actually have to sink my teeth into their neck and drain their blood. And for the record? It tastes horrible. Its like shitty alchohol, except more metallic and disgusting. But, like alchohol, you can't seem to get enough of it. I hate it, but I have to drink some, seeing that I *Am* A vampire and all.\" *He would pause momentarily, then would continue. \"And for whom do we ask for supplies? I guess no one, but we should probably go for information over tools in this case.\"\n\n*With that, he turned his view back to the plague doctor, eyeing the figure curiously.* \n\n\"Any information for the targets, brother? Who will receive the lord's judgement today?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "The plague doctor would nod. He would seem a bit saddened by your condition, but would simply opt to answer your question\n \"Ah yes, the sinners are but two mere traders of goods. Goods that the lord does not approve of however. They had solely traded to the lord as per their holy contract, but it would seem they've taken an interest in expanding their business elsewhere, despite the lord's warnings. Being their business is lucrative, they have hired skilled demons to protect them and their wares. I recall how your holy wisdom prevents thee from understanding the words of the lord. The sinners rest in sloth behind hills of dead grass 1 mile south of here. Does thee need anything else? If not, I advise heading out\"" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Yes. Thank you, my brother. We will see you soon with news of success if all goes well.\"\n\n*With that, Arthur would begin to walk down south, motioning for all to come along. He wanted to get this job finished as soon as possible, in hopes of getting away from Nox. His mind, though, was restless; traders of goods? What goods could he be talking about? Were they in relation to what the other robed figure had told him yesterday? Hmm... If he guessed correctly, this was about more slaves and their dealers, hoping to expand their business outwards. The slaves would probably be more 'special cargo' like from earlier, more beastkin to rescue. Therefore, he thought, his cause was just; Hitoshi and Mevis need not to worry about him doing these jobs for evil. Ha! How ironic, a vigilante being set to free slaves being chased down by guards. He would look back at the group, pausing briefly.*\n\n\"Let's get going. We don't really have all day.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul now understood the quest. It was a simple catch or kill quest complicated by religion talk. \nAs Arthur called them to start hunting. \n\"What's the plan?\" He asked Arthur" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would keep walking ahead, paying no mind to Dracul's question. In truth, the plan was the same as always; recon, bust in, and let all hell break loose as they *Didn't* Follow the plan. He would turn back slightly, saying something loud enough for the group to hear.*\n\n\"We go in, get our targets - which is everyone in there, by the way - and don't die. But first, we've gotta do some recon. It always helps.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"I can deal with that\" Dracul replied as he followed Arthur ." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Good, but you better not screw us over with rash decisions. Though, I hope you can hold your own in a fight, though I suppose that's to be expected. Don't let me down.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"I'm not here for you, I'm here for the silver\" Dracul replied harshly as he smirked" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*You all would follow the plague doctor's instruction and as he said, 1 mile south of the location you all had met was a hill covered in dead grass, giving it a yellowish tint. It would be fortunate that the snow had not reached here but much of the plant life had shriveled up from the cold. From behind the hills you would see a smoke rising. It would also seem not to far from the current location would be the main road. Thankfully it would seem it was clear, but who knew how long that would last. If they were to follow the plague doctor's words, they would have to climb over the hill reach the target, but given the barren landscape they would likely be unable to hide once they reached the top*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"Well fucking hell, we got a mountain to climb\" Dracul sighed as he looked at the mountain in front of them." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur eyed the mountain. Compared to the prison stronghold from a good while ago, this was merely a bump in the earth. Icepeak mountain, or whatever it was called, was far greater and colder than this insignificant lump. Though, it would help to keep warm, as it was getting chilly. Arthur set himself on fire, casting an incredibly weakened instance of Burn Up on himself, heating his body to the point where he wasn't shivering in the cold. Again, however, if the situation arose, he would be ready to blast the flames all the way up to their full potential when combat arose. He would begin the climb up the mountain, but then paused for a moment. Shortly after, he decided to morph his sword, now out of its scabbard, into a halberd, in case they went up against any armored foes.*\n\n\"Yeah, but if you get exhaused by this, I'm afraid there's no use for you here.\"*Arthur told Dracul snidely. He didn't like the man's focus on silver alone, but again, that's what they were all here for, isn't it? Arthur, on the other hand, wanted to use this experience as a means to discern the Boss's true motives, if he could.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"I didn't say I can't climb the mountain. I'm a traveler of course. \" Dracul smirked as he looked at Arthur. \n\"Let's climb then.\" He said as he walked forward towards the mountain." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would remark at the man, hiding a sneer under his cloak. Seems like he had a Nox 2.0 in this quest, pertaining to stuck up brats like him. Speaking of Nox, Arthur was surprised that the elf had held back his tongue for the entire journey. Ah well, it was all good, seeing that he wouldn't have to deal with his constant insults any longer. Setting his weapon to his side, he began to climb the hill towards the smoke.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The group would climb the hill towards the smoke and after a good 5 minute trek they would reach the top. Looking down they would see the source of the smoke was a large campfire, around it 6 well armed men. Next to the campfire was 2 well dressed individuals seemingly enjoying fine wine and meat, laughing among themselves. However what would catch the groups attention was the carvan next to the well dressed individuals. On it would be 4 square-like structures covered in cloth. For the time being it seemed no one had noticed the party, but it would take at least 3 minutes to climb down the hill toward the group and there was no source of cover in the way*" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox would dismount his horse and survey the scene set afore them. He would point out to the group the two people that he surmised were their primary objectives. He surmised there were 2 more sentinels out of optical discernment, accounting for an octadic squad of sentinels forfending the Caravan, contrary to popular credence. His most immediate concern was that they had a disadvantage in numbers. While he, for the most part, had no doubt he and Arthur could each handle a trio of sentinels simultaneously, he genuinely doubted the faculties of the other two in the group. Surmising the incredibly kind of boring Oriate whose name essentially was S.. What was it again? Sylli? Could theoretically take on the remaining two sentinels, that would leave the newcomer to capture the two merchants, or whatever they were.*\n\n*Nox approach Arthur and Syele would say:* \"You think the two merchants can fight? It would be better if we had the cover of darkness, but we will have to male do.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur, surprised that Nox had actually gone up and engaged with the kitsune, would be wary as the elf spoke of the two merchants. At once, he himself thought of the situation; 6 armed men that could easily be taken out by both himself and Nox, 4 square structures, most likely enclosures or tents, and two well dressed individuals dining upon high quality wine and meat. Arthur had faith in Syele's abilities, but wasn't too sure about the Newcomer. As much as he knew, the Newcomer could be anything; a sniper, mage, healer, or assassin type. However, he looked back, glancing at Nox's mask, before responding.* \n\n\"The two merchants probably aren't able to do combat well, but I'd *Suggest* Waiting for night to fall before going in. After all, we have to be prepared for everything.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul observed the whole party. He smirked a little with confident that he might just take all of them out silently by himself. But he didn't want to show off. No one of his so called allys know what he is or the knowledge of him being able to be soundless and sort of invisible.\n\"So who takes out who? \" He approached Arthur and Nox as they were speaking." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Oh, you? You're probably weak as hell, so take out the squishy targets in the back. You know, the merchants. Don't let them get away. Nox and I, as much as I hate to admit it, can probably each take on three of the armed guards. Syele can stand by and support from the back, whether it be healing or attacks.\"\n\n*To be honest, Arthur had a mild distrust of Dracul's sneer attitude and overconfidence. He wondered if the man had the skill to back his bark, but for now, they couldn't afford any screw ups in the mission. Thus, Dracul, if he agreed, could take care of the small fry.*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"Oooo big guys taking out the big numbers\" Dracul said mockingly. \nThe plan made him a bit relived but sort of saddened as well. Its good that he just have to have to lowest part and get the silver but a part of him wanted some excitement as well.\n\"Fine I'll do what I have to\" He said as he prepared himself checking if his rusty sword pair was with him under his robe." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would take a final look at Nox and the Newcomer, Dracul, before getting his last glimpse of the plateau before him. Silently, he would confess that he actually wanted to test out his new vampiric abilities instead of waiting for night time. He knew, however, that if he went in now, Nox would act all pissy about it and not join the fray, or so he predicted. Holding his halberd to his side, he would eye the figures on the plain, again counting 6 well armed and armored men. This time would be different from the last; he made a silent vow not to burn down the square like structures like he had the guild hall, since those 'structures' might contain various amounts of special cargo within them. He would run towards the side of the encampment, making a point to stay hidden as he skirted around from the group's current point, before using his left hand to cast Burn Up on himself, letting the flames consume him in their glorious heat. It boosted him, it enlightened him, and it made his adrenaline rush to his head.*\n\n*Already he felt a drastic difference in his reactionary speed than prior to the turning. With this, he would also cast Hellfire Blades, having two crimson longswords encircle him as he rushed towards the campfire, swinging the bladed side of his halberd one after the other towards the two nearest guards, while also having one of his swords slash in turn with his halberd strikes, while also keeping another close by, prepared to parry additional retaliation strikes from the guards.*\n``` Hellfire Blades and Burn Up cast. Remaining mana: 138.75/210 ```" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele didn't have much time to react as Arthur ran into the campsite like a bloody psychopath. They could had planned it out better or even had a distraction go in to calm down the guards while they got the cargo out of the way before the fight begun. Regardless, she'd make her own move to the side-lines, hoping that the other three could distract the guards long enough for her to secure the slaves. It wouldn't be in their favor for them to be stolen away in the middle of the fight nor be caught by a blind attack. Thus, she made her way around toward the cargo while Arthur hit the guards head on while also keeping her attention toward Nox and the new fellow.*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "As Arthur ran towards the guards with his halbert like a madman Dracul swiftly and silently made his way towards the two merchants while toggleing his silent and blurry perk. He went as near as possible to see that the merchents are doing." }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Now would sigh; Arthur was always making rash decisions and then blaming the consequences on others. But no matter, he was not a viable prospect for an agent anymore. Nox would keep a close eye on the newcomer, following Arthur Quickly, but he only aimed to engage one guard, so he could be versatile and react fast enough in case anyone screwed up. Now would lower his spear like a lance just as he was about to reach the first guard, aiming for the neck*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*It would seem the group had forgotten that from their position it would take 3 minutes to climb down the hill and that there was no source of cover as they would climb down. Thus as the group made their descendent a couple of the mercs would take notice of the mass movement on the hills. They would then yell out and point, causing the other mercs to turn. They would pull out their crossbows and let loose a volley of arrows as the group would draw close before they would even reach melee range, 2 aiming at Arthur, Dracul, and Nox respectively. It would seem they didn't consider Syele a threat.*\n*However as this is happening the merchants would take notice and quickly throw away their vices and head toward the front of the caravan. As Nox suspected there were 2 guards on standby likely responsible for looking over the cargo, but now they were out and helping the merchants pack up.*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"Nice job Mr don't fuck it up!\" Dracul yelled as his left hand glows with bluish aura and send out a bolt of ice energy to one of the merchants that was attacking him." }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele continued her sprint toward the square structures for the time being. Hoping with some luck that it wouldn't had just simply been a decoy and actually be the slave holdings. In addition, she would do her damnest to avoid getting caught up in the volley by side-tracking a fair distance from arthur and nox since they seemed to be the primary targets.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur glared back over at Dracul, who was moving slower than a load of shit down the hill. That man... He was getting on his nerve as much as Nox had before, so Arthur made sure to keep a mental note to put his 'teammate' in his place after the mission. Sighing to himself on how the man was acting too big for his britches, Arthur would notice two of the guards point out and yell towards their position, thinking 'Oh Shit' before he instinctively sidestepped to his right, away from the rest of the group. The two arrows would dodge him just barely, so Arthur continued his rush down the hill towards the two guards that had fired crossbows at him, attacking them in the same manner as he planned before hand; Two consecutive halberd strikes to their neck, followed up by two sword slashes downwards at their shoulders one by one.*\n``` 5 mana regained. Remaining mana: 143.75/210 ```" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Shit. Nox had blidly followed Arthur over the ridge while forgetting to account for the time that would elapse before they would get there. Nos was not too concerned with the arrows, but he turned and headed towards the direction of the merchants.*" }, { "author": "Nox, the Night King", "message": "\"Next time you do that, Mind telling us first?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Dracul's ice bolt would fly toward the merc who would look surprised by Dracul's disregard for defense. The guard would toss its crossbow to the side and quickly dive the side as the icebolt would brush its shoulder, covering it in frost. The merc would curse and pull out its sword and try to break the ice off while lying on the ground. However, Dracul's attack would cost him being by the 2 crossbow bolts, one sinking into his his hip and the other his thigh. Sharp piercing pain would radiate from the wounds, but for now he would still be able to push forward*\n\n*Syele would be able to side-track without trouble but would be still some distances away from the square structures. She would see the mercs have finished packing the wares for the merchants and that the merchants were now on the caravan. One of them would notice you approaching and pull out its crossbow and let loose a bolt aiming for your chest. The other would run off behind the caravan and seemingly pull the horses over to be attached to the carvan, trusting his comrade to handle you*\n\n*Arthur would barely avoid the bolts as they whizz by and scratch his skin. The mercs closest to you would be surprised by your speed, but seeing your approach they would drop their crossbows and pull out their swords in a defensive stance. Seeing your halberd come overhead they would raise their swords tilted sideways to parry the strike, however they would be too slow to counter your hellblades as they sink into their shoulders, causing them to fall to a knee from the pain*\n\n*As for Nox, him veering toward the merchants would cause one of the arrows to whiz by, but his lack of attention to the threat would cause a bolt to sink into his forearm. It would seem these mercs weren't poor shots. Nevertheless compared to your fight with Vinran, the pain was negilable, so you are able to continue running toward the merchant and would be only a few feet behind Syele*\n\n*The other 4 mercs seeing Arthur as the closest threat would quickly reload and send all 4 bolts flying at him, and would then toss them to side and pull out their melee weapons and charge him.*\n\n\"Take down the flaming man! He must be the leader of these bandits! His crew will lose their morale if he goes down!\" One of them would yell" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Seeing that his halberd strikes hadn't gotten through, Arthur had jolted slightly, surprised that the guards were strong enough to withstand his halberd blows. However, he watched as both of his swords dug into the flesh of the guards, causing the pair to erupt in pain and agony as the fire blades sunk deep into their flesh, cooking their shoulder meat from the inside as Arthur purposely kept the two swords stuck inside the wounds. However, he would quickly notice four other guards shoot four arrow bolts at him, so in response, he attempted to sidestep again to his right. Unsure on how many bolts would hit him, he wanted to make use of his heightened senses once more, charging directly at other mercenaries with his halberd in one hand, using the hammer side to swing with great force horizontally towards the mercs, hoping to take out as many as he could with the swing. With his other hand, he would cast another instance of Hellfire Blades, having the additional swords swing at the nearest two mercenaries shortly after.*\n``` Hellfire Blades cast. Remaining mana: 113.75/210. Sword count: 4 ```" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Taking the crossbow bolt hits Dracul groaned with pain but he kept on running towards the mercs keeping a keen eye to dodge upcoming arrows." } ]

[ { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would have very little time to react as the bolt came flying toward her, she'd suddenly go low to the ground in a roll to the right hoping to dodge it in the nick of time. If successful, she'd then get back to her feet and went running at the man hoping that he'd be forced to reload as she drew her sword for a lunging stab to his stomach.*" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox would momentarily break stride to consider pulling the bolt out, but decided not to, and decided that it was not too much of a concerning blow to slow down and heal. He would change course and head after the merchants instead. Arthur got them into this mess, and he was paid to terminate those meatbags, not to babysit the others.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Arthur with his impressive reaction speed and movement would avoid 2 of the bolts, the other 2 would unfortunately sink into his ribs, but at this point Arthur has gotten used to the pain and is able to push forward. With a mighty swing from your halberd the poor merc would have his head cave in from the impact, sending it flying and smacking the other one across the face, stunning him. The 2 mercs on the ground would still be the nearest technically and your hellfire blades would sink into their skulls, roasting their brains as they fall to the ground dead. The other two mercs that were not hit by your halberd swing though would come into melee range and with their swords swing at Arthur's neck and halberd wielding arm respectively.*\n\n*Dracul would run forward and finally be within melee range of the mercs if he so desired but it would seem Arthur most of them, albeit there were still 2 left attacking him.*\n\n*Syele was unfortunately the most athletic type, and as Nox had experienced, these mercs weren't poor shots. She would dive low to the ground and attempt to roll only to have the bolt hit her shoulder, but at least it wasn't her chest. It would seem Syele was a pretty hardy individual and honestly after enduring that painful smoke from that last mission, this amount of pain was pretty negligible. As Syele would charge forward at the man, it would seem these mercs knew better than the reload in melee and he would instead throw the bow at Syele's face as he quickly pulls out a dagger from his side to parry her thrust away from him*\n\n*Nox would also finally make it to melee range of the caravans and would see the female healer take a bolt in the shoulder as her attack was parried away. The other merc that wasn't fighting will have finished typing up the caravan with the horses and would start to get up on them, almost ready to set off*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul would draw his sword as he would swing his swords towards both of the mercs to unable them from shooting arrows" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The arrow wounds sinking into his chest, Arthur quickly dispatched of a guard with his halberd swing, watching another get hammered in the face by the first mercenary he had struck. The one that took the initial hit, poor soul, was dead. The other? Most likely reeling back from the pain, or stunned for that matter. Recalling all four of his swords by his side, he watched as the remaining two came within melee range, aiming downwards slashes at his halberd arm and head. Although his reaction time would be dropped by a somewhat significant amount, he would still he able to react as the guards came close. He had no room to dodge, so the least he could do with his four swords and halberd was use one of the swords to parry the strike coming towards his halberd arm, using another to try and block the slash aimed for his head, leaving two more remaining for use, as well as his halberd itself. Quickly engaging after the attempted blocks, the kitsune would use the spear point of the halberd to try and pierce through the stomachs of one of the guards, then would swiftly pull out and slash at the other remaining guard. With the remaining two hellfire blades, he would use those to assist him in his attacks, having each slash at the guards from behind starting from the shoulder and waist.*\n``` No magic cast. 5 mana regained. Remaining mana: 118.75/210. Sword count: 4 ```" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox, after taking a quick glance around the situation, surmised that the merchants were hiding in the Caravan as they had too little time to get on a orse and flee. Nox decided it would take too long to search the entire Caravan and the boxes it was carrying for the Mercs. He would simply incapacitate the guards while keeping a eye out for the Merchants in the case that they try their luck and run. HE would pick up pace, running at the guard mounting the horse, and spear the Guard in the Leg, intending to Spear both the horse and the guard in one hit.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The guards would be surprised to see your swords move without any hands attached to them, parrying their strikes. They would attempt to step back to reposition themselves for a counter-attack, only to be blocked by Dracul coming from behind with his swords drawn. It would not sink deep into their armor, but it would throw them off-balance to say the least. They would be defenseless against Arthur's onslaught as he stabs and hacks away at their bodies with his swords and halberd. They fall to the ground dead, leaving a bloody mess in their wake.*\n\n*The stunned guard would've finally recovered only to see his comrades lying dead on the ground in blood pieces. He would vomit a little, before looking at Arthur, quickly realizing that he was someone beyond his league. He would then drop his weapons and quickly turn to flee screaming*\n\n\"Help! Someone! We're being mugged by bloody bandits!\n\n*Nox would charge forward, and the horse, sensing impeding death approaching would quickly try to escape, bucking the guard off its back and onto the ground. Sadly this only served to save the guards life but not its own as it was still tied to the caravan, and would have its underbelly pierced by Nox's spear, spilling its internal organs all over the ground as its body goes limp. The guard would look at Nox in pure terror, before desperately pulling at his crossbow, aiming at Nox's face*\n\n\"St-st-stay away! I'll shoot!!\"\n\n*As for Syele, it would seem the the crossbow would smack her across the head, allowing the merc to pull out his longsword to properly fight her off. The two of them would clash and those watching would likely think it was embarrassing for the merc, who was a paid warrior, or impressive for Syele ,who was a mere healer, to be at a standstill*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"What the fuck, we should have not killed them. More silver!\"\nDracul yelled pulling out the arrows from his knees" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox would pretend to pause and hesitate and say:* \"Run along, I'll let you live.\" *Anyone who knew Nox would know that Nox was lying, but the guard definitely did not. In typical Nox fashion, he would use his other hand and reach for his dagger. He would wait for a slight moment of hesitation on the guard's end. He knew that If he did not execute this right, the guard may have a reflex motion while he went to meet his gods. Nox decided to aim for the eye as, he know the guard would most likely drop his weapon to hold his head. He took careful aim and let the dagger fly, just as the guard hesitated*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur, leaving a good amount of mess after the initial branch of combat, would notice the amount of blood on his hands as he stared down at the bodies before him. He saw another guard glance at him, before quickly fleeing in terror. Arthur decided to let that man go, seeing that he didn't want to kill any more people than necessary; it occasionally left a lingering sense of distaste in his conscience, a sense that Arthur always took to be unease. Speaking of taste, there was a bit of something that he had wanted to try before the quest was over. He had read somewhere that vampires became empowered as they feasted on blood, so Arthur grasped one of his swords in his left hand, kneeling down to sever the guards head from his neck. He stared at the guards head with disgust; its tongue was hanging out, and blood gushed from the place where the neck had met his sword. He closed his eyes, holding the bottom up to his mouth, and drank.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Syele's continued attack wouldn't make much progress against the merc, as he seemed to have picked up his stride and with the dagger in his off hand he would use his dagger to lock your katana in place before swinging for your sword wielding arm with his shortsword in an attempt to 'disarm' you*\n\n*The merc on the ground would be surprised by Nox's response, not sure if he was being serious or not. He would attempt to slowly get up, lowering his crossbow slightly in the process as he leaned forward to get up. Nox's being an experienced killer would not miss this chance and swiftly at his head, and just like Nox expected as part of reflex the merc would flinch and raise his arms to protect his face. The dagger would sink his arm and the merc would grit his teeth in pain and yell out*\"Liar!\" \n*The merc would then wildly raise his crossbow and fire at Nox. It's aim would be poor but given the distance it was still flying fairly quickly toward's the right of Nox's center of mass.*\n\n*Arthur would 'enjoy' his meal while Dracul would pull the arrows from his legs, causing them to bleed once more. The guard that neither of you cared to pursue would continue to run toward the main road yelling for help. Thankfully the road was still barren, but who knew how long that would last*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele knowing that she wouldn't be able to dodge the attack due to his speed would suddenly let loose of one of her hands from her blade and used her arm as a 'shield' in a embracing motion to take in his shortsword only to hopefully pull him in and clamp down onto his throat with her mouth using her canines to jerk out a chunk if possible in one solid tug.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would drink the blood of his opponent, the taste lingering on his lips long after he had put the drained head back on the ground. Blood... It was quite the taste. A taste he \n imagine he could never get used to, in fact. Shortly after he finished the blood that remained in the head, he clutched his stomach and gagged a little bit, though stifled it down with his own willpower to not let his inside turn outsides. Even though he felt his energy come back as he finished his meal, what did it cost? His taste buds? His stomach? By the gods... If his own personal strength boost came at the cost of downing some of the most vile substance on earth, what would he value more? Sighing to himself shortly after, he put down the shriveled head of the guard, looking around at the situation around him. He saw Syele do combat with another mercenary, saw Nox go up against another, though the elf seemed to have a firm grasp on the fight. Dracul, the newcomer, would pull some arrows from his legs, the extraction causing his legs to bleed profoundly. Heh, served him right.*\n\n*He would take his halberd back up in arms before recasting Burn Up on himself. Syele's combat with the merc had the man distracted, so Arthur launched all four of his Hellfire blades at a beeline towards the guard as he charged towards the battle himself, using his halberd's reach and length to aim a smash with the hammer side of the weapon towards the merc's chest, following up with a quick axe strike to the head using the bladed part of the weapon.*\n``` Burn Up cast. 12.5 mana regained. Remaining mana: 90/210 ```" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox stood still, as he knew there would be no point in dodging. He trusted that his Cuirass would keep him safe, so he braced himself for impact. Without missing a beat, Nox would lunge forward and spear the Mercenary for doing such a ridiculous thing.*\n\n*Nox would shout to the rest of the group as he pulled his spear lose from the limp cadaver:* \"Form a perimeter! Circle around the Caravan!\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul would here Nox yell and telling them t form a perimeter. He would slowly walk towards the caraven his knee still bleeding. But he didn't care. The plan didn't go as planned. If he was unseen he would've killed all of them. But the bloody elf ruined it all by taking the attention. But Dracul was more angry at himself. For being weak on visible fighting and also he showed his magic skill." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Syele's arm would take the cut from the shortsword, and given how thin her arms were it would reach the bone causing intense pain. But pain is something Syele was used to, wasn't it? She would be able to hunker down and using her pull the shortsword along with the merc inward, catching him by surprise. It would be an odd sight to see, but perhaps she took inspiration from Arthur, but she would sink her canines into the man's throat and he would scream in pain and horror*\n\"V-v-vampire?!\"\n\n*However he would be proven wrong as Syele proceeded to rip a chunk of the man's flesh instead of drinking his blood, albeit still causing a bloody mess as blood poured from the man's neck and smeared all over Syele's mouth. The Merc would let go of his shortsword and clutch his neck in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but would be met with a halberd smash from behind from Arthur, caving his skull in. The merc wouldn't even be able to make note of what happened as his body feel to the ground, dead*\n\n*As for Nox, his armor would serve to protect him from any fatal wounds, but the crossbow bolt would still heavily dent the armor from the impact, likely causing a bruise to the flesh underneath. However, Nox's assault would be rewarded as Lapetus would pierce through the merc's chests. He would weakly look up at Nox with denial in his eyes, but that would quickly fade away to emptiness as he drew his last breath and returned to his maker*\n\n*Dracul following Nox's order's would circle the caravan. From what they've seen the merchants were hiding in there along with whatever the cargo was. Perhaps it would be best to tear down the sheets once and for all to see what's inside?*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele use simulcast to project'walk it off' on herself and Dracul while enduring the painful cut to her arm. It was an odd sight to see almost down to her bone, but it wasn't the first time that it happened and most likely wouldn't be the last with the career path she had chosen. Either the bolt wound would heal first or her arm, but the spell was rather prickly when it came to these things so she waited to see which would light up in it's typical glow. As well, she would still have a bit of blood covering her face from the merc's throat and tried to wipe it off with her sleeve for the time being and then went to the first square and took down the sheet.*\n\n```Simulcasted walk it off, 38 mana used| 112/150 remaining```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur looked at the dead man's body with slight disdain. He saw a huge bite mark from the man's neck, a chunk being ripped completely out of the man's neck area. It was fairly large, and to be honest, Arthur wasn't quite used to the gore outside of some caved in wounds and severed limbs. To be frank, it was especially disgusting, and so Arthur looked towards the assailant, Syele. He would look at her mouth area, noticing the abundance of blood in the oriate's mouth. Blech, how sickening was that? He also noticed a pretty large wound in her arm, only to be patched up fairly quickly by the oriate's own magical ability. Watching her as she walked on over to take down one of the sheets on the structures, Arthur decided himself to investigate, simmering his flames down to an almost unnoticable amount. A pair of his swords had vanished, dispersed since their cooldown had been met, so he was only left with 2 more blades, both of which began to encircle his midsection, pointed downwards.*\n\n*He would walk over to one of the structures, using his free hand to take the covers off of the nearest one. Suddenly becoming self conscious, he would become overly aware of the amount of blood that had stained his body in the battles previous. By the gods, he looked disgusting! Covered in blood, smelling like filth and bodily fluids, he would shake his head as he tore the cover off of the nearest building.*\n``` Nothing Cast.```" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox shook his head. The blacksmith had lied to him. No matter, He would get a replacement set soon enough. He decided to pull the crossbow bolt that had hit him in the shoulder earlier on, bet decide against healing it. He would form a semi circle around the caravan, but not move to open anything.*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"Thanks for the heal\" Dracul would look at Syele then look at the covers again. \n\"Let's end this\" Saying that Dracul would slash his sword to cut the covers." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Dracul and Arthur make their way to remove the covers, they would unveil 4 steel cages filled with beastkin with manacles and chains around their limbs and necks. Naga's would be in the first cage, Felinid in the second, Canidae in the third, and Reptilian in the last, all male. Outside of the caves the group would see the two merchants huddled together in the corner with faces filled with terror.*\n\n*The merchant on the left would be wearing red robes and the one on the right would be wearing green. The red merchant would quickly stammer out* \"P-P-Please spare us! We are but mere slave traders! S-S-Surely you don't plan on stealing our slaves?! I-I-It would be impossible to sell them, they've been marked under our names!\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele just looked over to Arthur and the others for the time being.* \"Well, there's not much use in talking with them, let's just get them out and haul them off to the boss's contact and get this done.\" *She stated flatly without acknowledging the merchants for a mere moment.* \"We'll let you live, just toss over the keys to the cages.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul would look over the cages and see the slaves. He would not say anything and state at them blankly." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would look upon his findings, staring down at them in a sort of disdain. It wasn't the fact that he was disappointed with the results - actually, that would be a lie. Some part of him knew that there would be a good amount of slaves hidden beneath the covers, so he had expected the worst to come. Together in the corner, he spotted the two merchants from earlier huddled close. Both of them spoke in tandem with the other, begging not to be killed.*\n\n*Striding casually on over, he would pause for a moment and respond to Syele.* \"Hold off for just a second. Let's not cause more violence than needed. Keep watch of the encampment, there could be reinforcements soon. Should the need be, we can have them perform as... Hostages.\"\n\n*He would continue to walk back on over to the green and red merchants, swinging his halberd in circles threateningly. Coming face to face with the one in red, he would stamp his halberd down with a loud *Thump*, shaking the ground proximal to him slightly. Staring the red dead in the eye, he would look down on the man with contempt.* \n\n\"The keys. Hand them over, and you live. One wrong move from you, and I will personally see it through that you make it to hell itself.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox would stand back from the group, and motion Arthur to come talk to him*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would notice Nox's gesture, but only responded with a glance, followed up with a harsh* \"What do you want from me now?\"" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox would shake his head and stand back, letting them carry on*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The merchant would look at Syele and Arthur with fear and shake his head*\n\n\"Are you insane? Do you see how many of them are in there? If you set them free I doubt you can hold them back! We're as good as dead if we hand over the keys! And that isn't even taking into account the buyers who would have our heads if we lost all this cargo! H-H-How we about we hire you to be our new mercenaries? Whatever we were paying them we can pay you instead, no make that double what we were paying them! That way you still make some coin without any legal trouble and we can still carry out our business!\" \n\n*The slaves in the cages would be unsure what was going on and would approach the edge of their cages and start slamming against it, yelling in a language that no one in the group understood, visibly upset and frustrated. The merchants would cower at the sudden commotion and point*\n\n\"See, absolute monsters I tell you! They're just itching to get out and rip us to shreds!\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur could sense a good deal of lies coming from the man, seeing how the slaves were slamming against the walls of their cages. Obviously, the slavers had done various atrocities in order to capture these men alive, and were likely corrupt and rotten to the very core of their beings. The kitsune looked in even closer, having his nose touch the nose of the red merchant. He repeated once again, this time with increased ferocity in his voice, empathiszing his point by swiftly using the bottom side of his halberd to push the man onto the floor.*\n\n\"The keys. I'll ask you one more time, and if you don't, I will gladly slay you where you stand.\"\n\n*He grabbed one of his Hellfire Blades from orbiting his chest, using his left hand to hold it up to the merchant's neck, letting the cold steel point jab against the merchant's warm flesh, causing the man to bleed. In all honesty, Arthur didn't want to do this, but he had no choice if he wanted to gain access to the keys.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele stood by and waited for Arthur to finish up his scare tactics or to actually kill one of the merchants. They were worth more alive, but seemingly the boss wasn't going to send one of his men to clean up the cargo like usual. Which, was rather odd, but they must be having to actually go back to town with the slaves... Which would be tricky in her opinion, they would have to take the main road and keep the slaves under control for the entire trip.*" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox, frustrated by Arthur's Incompetence, Moved up to Syele and whispered:* \"Tell your friend to get a hold of himself. Remember what the Plague doctor told us? He told us the business was lucrative, and the merchants only traded with our employer. The only reason we are here is because they started trading with others. We keep those slaves alive, tie up the merchants and go back to the Plague doctor\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele nodded, Nox was becoming frustrated but not reasonably so, they would need horses to haul out the slave crates if they didn't get the keys, but having to threaten their ways to the keys was taking too long.* \"We'll have to get the keys or come up with another idea, it's not as simple as you wish... But I don't disagree that I wish it was a easier matter to handle... Maybe we should just kill them already and take the keys... We don't exactly have to take the merchants back alive anyways.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"Why don't we kill them all?Or just call the pleague guy now?\" Dracul said looking at everyone" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "\"*I only killed one horse, we can still make it back up the hill but at a much slower pace. We were contracted to kill them, so I suggest that we go it before Arthur sets free all the slaves. Our employer may need them*\" *Nox continued Whispering, so that only Syele could hear him*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"I suppose we don't any more time to waste on these two anymore,\" *He whispered to himself. Arthur would turn back towards Syele and Nox.* \"I'll go ahead and take the keys from their dead bodies, while you guys go on and try and find a means of transporting these guys. There should a sort of wagon or caravan somewhere, so it'd be best if you were to go and use those.\"\n\n*With this, Arthur would take the sword that was held up to the red merchant's neck, and would plunge it into the merchant's flesh. Shortly after, he would take his halberd, swinging it swiftly towards the green merchant's chest area, not giving the man a moment of rest. If successful, he would begin searching both of their bodies for the keys to the cages, tearing off their garments and searching every inch of their body.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The merchants would look at Arthur and try to move away from upon seeing his cold merciless eyes*\n\n\"No, please! You don't ne-\" *The Red Merchant would have his throat slit and would go limp shortly after*\n\n*The Green merchant seeing his friend be killed would attempt to leap out of the caravan but would be too slow compared to Arthur's thrust. The halberd would impale his chest and he would cough up blood for a minute or so before also going limp. Arthur would being searching the bodies and would have to do some extensive searching, even going through their underwear but wouldn't be able to find the keys anywhere. The slaves would seemingly be more aggressive, slamming against the cage while some of them would point downwards with their fingers for some reason*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul saw the salves pointing downwards. \"Maybe its here\" He said as he searched where the slaves pointed" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*For the mean time Syele would rip a piece off her wool tunic's sleeve and covered her mouth to avoid frightening the horses due to the blood still on her. She would then approach them and calmly comfort them enough to hopefully get them suited up to the carriage rig while the others tried to figure out how to get the cages open... Even if they couldn't then taking the whole thing would be the next easiest thing to do.*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "We'll hopefully finish it after that" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Watching as the slaves pounded their fists against their cages, Arthur promptly ignore this bunch, however, he watched a good amount point downwards with their fingers. He had no idea what this meant, seeing that the merchant's bodies had yielded no results whatsoever, but perhaps the keys were... Hidden in the ground?*\n\n*An idea shot through him. He quickly tossed his halberd to his side, using both of his hands to dig in the dirt. It was gross, but reminded him of when he was but a child, digging through the earth and flnging the mud at his brothers. Oh, his brothers... Anyway, he would keep digging, hoping to find something that would be a clue towards what the beastkin were indicating at.*" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox would simply walk back to the horse that he had gutted, unharness him, and walked around to find the next strongest horse. Satisfied, he would lead the horse over and harness him to the Caravan. Looking over at Arthur he would say:*\n\n\"Let's go! You continue digging, but Ill start leading the Caravan up the hill!\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Alright, go ahead and do that. I'll find the keys so you could, I don't know, get them out?\"" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Now would get on the carriage, find the whip, and promptly creating a loud crack in the air as he whipped the horses into action. He would steer them back in the direction the came from, going back up the hill.*\n\n\"What do you even need the Keys or whatever they are pointing at?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Are you moronic or something?\" He would yell at Nox. \"We need the keys to open the cages, nimrod.\"" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "\"Quite clearly not, but do as you please. The Slaves are going to the Plague doctor\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"The doctor needs the keys to open the damn cages. Now im starting to suspect your stupidity is genuine.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Dracul and Arthur would start searching the ground the slaves would be shaking their heads and start stomping their feet and pointing downward again. Syele would calm down the horses a tad bit, allowing them to be ordered around by Nox as he starts to move the caravan up the hill. This would cause the slaves to loose their balance and fall over. They would look at Nox with anger in their eyes and start screaming at him and banging the bars of their cage, also to little effect.*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul would dig more trying to find the keys. \"I think we're close to finding it." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"What the hell do they mean...\" *Arthur muttered to himself. Stomping the round and pointing downwards? Did he have to do like, a dance or something? That was doubtful. He needed to think more. If the slaves meant that the keys weren't in the ground, what could it mean if they stomped their feet and pointed at the ground? He wasn't going to lie to himself; he was at a complete loss at what to do in this situation. Could he have missed something whilst searching the merchant's bodies? Anyway, he walked up to the slaves, attempting to make conversation with them. If they knew any sort of Sebduanian, perhaps he could try and communicate with them, even slightly. Attempting to speak beastkin tongue, he would shrug as he asked the slaves a question in their native language.*\n\n\"Do... You... Know... Seb.. Duanian...?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Most of the slaves would be focused at yelling and screaming at Nox, but a few would turn and continue pointing downward. A felind would hold its arm out with its palm facing downward. It would then put around itself, the ceiling of the cage, the bars, and the ground, and then point at the palm. It would then point to the palm of its hand*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*That... Really didn't help him much, did it? The Felind hat pointed to the ceiling, his palm, the ground, and himself. Perhaps it was trying to tell Arthur to get it out through the ceiling, instead of the location of the key? After all, pointing in various random directions didn't help the kitsune discern the key's location at all. Though... How was he to help the slave escape?*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"I'll try this.\" Dracul said as his hand glowed with blueish aura and launched a bolt of ice energy on the corner of the cage as he slashed the spot hard with his sword." } ]

[ { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "\"Can everyone just take a moment and think bout what we were fired to do?Remember what the Plague doctor told us? He told us the business was lucrative, and the merchants only traded with our employer. The only reason we are here is because they started trading with others. I assume our employers want the slaves, so why the fuck are we breaking the cage? We keep those slaves in the Cages, go back to the Plague doctor and get our pay. If there's no key who actually cares. If out employer can hire four mercenaries with us, you don't think he can fire a locksmith?\" *Nox sneered and continued to lead the caravan back up the hill*\n\n\"Isn't that what we all want? Money? Let's go back and get it then\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would look at Nox, a slight bit of contempt in his eye. In truth, he hadn't really came for the money; he wanted to find out the Boss's motives behind these beastkin slaves and whatnot. Slowly but surely, he was piecing together parts of the puzzle, figuring out part by part the Boss's true motivation in secrecy. Though, there was still the puzzle of what the beastkin was trying to tell him that he couldn't figure out. Palms, ceilings, and random pointing wasn't going to get anywhere. Looking back at the felind, he would try his best to speak in the beastkin tongue, struggling to form the words.*\n\n\"Sorry. Though... D-do-der... Fuck. Don't worry.\"\n\n*He would then continue to follow Nox up the hill, shifting Rasmus back into sword form. After all, you can't exactly just walk around the wilderness with a halberd in hand; it didnt look practical at all.*" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "You heard the merchants. The slaves are marked under their names. Freeing them will prove no point. \"\n\n*At this point nox would have reached the top of the hill. He took out his water canteen, took a sip and continued to lead the caravan back to where they started*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*You all continue to transport the cargo to the location of the plague doctor, not caring about the one guard that has run off down the road out of sight. As Dracul would've expected, his spell and sword slash would collide with the iron bars but not prove to be effective at breaking it. At most it would likely take an hour or two before any real progress would be seen. As you all approach the plague doctor though, he would look delighted and walk up to you all*\n\n\"Ah, splendid! You are truly great deliver's of justice and kindness. I shall handle the transport from hear on out. However, I see only two bodies? Good bodies they are, the foolish merchants who dare go against the lord, but what of their demons? Didst forget how you're being paid? Unfortunate that time would be wasted to gather the remains instead of rejoicing in the lord's grace, but of this I must ask you to do.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul observed the plague doctor as he came forward.\n\"You did tell us about some demons but there weren't any\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"No, he's talking about the mercanaries and the guards and the whatnot. Not literal demons. Everything the, ah, holy brother speaks of is purely metaphorical. With that being said...\"\n\n*Arthur turned back to the plague doctor, bowing a bit as he put his hands together in a praying gesture.*\n\n\"My brother, we, the servants of our lord, have switfly and righteously dispatched of those hellish demons with grace and elegance. The bodies of those unholy wretches remain at the encampment sight, waiting for the lord to take the, back in his arms. Why not inspect for yourself, fellow holy one?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The plague doctor would shake his head*\n\n\"Fellow Brother, I am but one man, but you all are many. Lest you gathered them in one place, I will have greater difficulty in performing my cleansing. I merely ask thee to bring them over not for my sake, but yours, as per the holy contract. If thee do not wish to gather the fruits of your labor however, I shall reward you all on the provided works\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"I suppose what must be done, has to be done. I thank you for your kind consideration, my bretheren under the true lord. Now, If you shall excuse me.\"\n\n*Arthur turned away from the plague doctor, looking down the hill towards the littered corpses scattered throughout the encampment. He would remember that he had taken out at least four, five if you counted the assistance he had helped with Syele. No other hostiles were in sight, so Arthur proceeded to walk back down the hill, dragging as many corpses as he could back up to the plague doctor. The ones that he took care of, anyway.*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul saw Arthur going down the hill to drag the dead bodies as he also went down the hill to pick up the two dead bodies he killed" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would go and assist... Dragging at least one by it's feet.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*You all would bring the bodies back and the plague doctor would gather them in a pile before tossing it into the caravan with the merchant bodies. He would look over to you all and toss a pouch containing 32 gold.*\n\n\"9 bodies plus a little bonus for bringing the cargo over safely. I could've sworn there were 8 demons though... Well no matter I am sure the lord will pleased with the results. You may divide the lord's grace among yourself. But before I leave may I ask if thee are willing to continue the righteous path of the lord?\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul would look at the doctor as he threw the gold pouch. That was all he was looking for. He was hoping for some silver but gold instead. Which is good.\nHe didn't let the excitement show on his face and kept it impressive.\n\"If The Lord offers me this much gold then I have no problem to continue his path. \" He says as we waits for someone to divide the gold. Hoping he gets a little more then expected." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Yes, my brother. I would be glad to take on more, ah, holy crusades which pertain to our lord.\"\n\n*In truth, Arthur would have a scheming glint in his eye, covered by the veil of his cloak. He remembered what had happened to Vinran, but was determined to gather more intelligence about the Boss's motives, also vowing to not end up like Vinran, to not let history repeat itself once more. He would look at the gold pouch, taking it in his hand. Since he had killed six of the men, four of the guards and the two merchants, he would take 18 golden coins out of the bag. After all, it WAS three gold per body. Counting each individual piece, relishing the styled engravings of etched symbols and lines in the gold, he would shortly stop himself before pocketing any of the cash. He put them all back in the pouch, making sure to make a point on why he would be the one to receive that amount. He kept the pouch in his hand as he turned to ask his group:*\n\n\"Alright, how should we split this? I honestly feel like since I got rid of most of the, er, 'demons', I should get the most. 3 gold per body, including the merchants, which totals out at 18. Does that work for you lot?\"" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox would disdainfully look at the bag of gold and frowned deeply when he saw there was only 14 pieces of gold. His armor cost him 9 gold coins, and he would be scrapping this one after it got dented. He took the pouch of coins and counted 9 coins as he climbed up on his horse. Now properly seated, he grabbed the reins of his horse, motioned to Dracul to come, and he motioned to pass the pouch of gold to him, but intentionally dropped it onto the ground. He would immediately start riding away, and in one last act of spite, he would turn and say:*" }, { "author": "Nox Aloysius, King of Disboardia and the First Kings, Protector of the Night", "message": "\"Ooops, sorry bout that!\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul would not even look at Nox as if he wasn't even there and slowly picked up the gold pouch. \nHe searched the bag and found only 5gold and sighed. \"Dafaq am I gonna do with this.\" He said as he took 3gold coin out of the pouch and threw the pouch with 2gold to Sylie.\n\nPing me when the loot is decided." }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Honestly, arthur, we could had kept those merchants alive so you in terms knocked off six potential gold... But I'm not going to get into an argument over it. So, my suggestion is I'm offering up my share, but whoever takes it will owe me a favor later on equal to value in what they take if we were to originally split it by four.\" *Syele spoke out rather coldly, she hadn't done much in the entire little adventure, thus in her own mind she deemed that the coin wouldn't be 'right to take.' Yet more so, she was hoping that someone would end up owing her a favor later on that she call in.*\n\n*Syele would then turn her attention to the plague doctor for the time being.* \"As for me, I will be available for more work in the future, just don't be afraid to contact me when necessary.\" *She would then take a rather deep breath trying to ponder on what to do next.* \"Anyways, I'll be heading home now, I believe since we work often with the same employer we'll be seeing each other in the near future. I bid you ado.\" *The oriate would finish speaking and started to walk away from the group with a rather hollow expression on her face.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Hearing Syele's remark, he would suddenly realize that perhaps he'd been a* *Bit* *Too hasty with the merchants. Syele was actually correct, and Arthur realized that he had missed out on the opportunity of getting six extra gold. Stressing over what he could've done at that time, like knocking both of them out with swift punches to the jaw, he would facepalm and sigh in a mixture of exasperation and exhaustion. Though, he definitely could redeem himself in his own eyes by taking up Syele's offer for four extra gold. It wasn't necessarily much, but it was better than no extra gold. He wouldn't turn in the slightest, rather he would keep his face buried in his hand as he called out to Syele.*\n\n\"I'll take your gold then, jackal. Send word or something when you need that 'favor' of yours. Just keep it in reason, got it? I'm not doing anything stupid or unreasonable just for four gold.\" *He would yell, lifting his head up towards the rest of the group; Dracul and Nox. Nox has already taken 8 gold, the elf holding and twirling the coins in hand. Dracul would take the pouch of gold, looking at it with a sort of corrupt glare. Looking down at the pouch with the remaining 24 gold, he would watch Dracul studiously, seeing what the man would do with the pouch.*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul would take the pouch and take out 8gold. \"That's my share since its equally divided.\" He said and took out two more. \"And that's Syele's share. I owe you a favour then. \" He paused. \"Sounds good? \" Looks at Arthur and Syele" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"No. I already said I'd be taking the extra gold for Syele's favor, and seeing that you did practically nothing, you shouldn't receive that much gold. The gold distribution should be based more on merit than some measly 'everyone gets the same amount' rule. You get four. Unless you want to get into an argument with me about it?\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"Well this is easy then right? You run in like a madman ruining the plan and killing everyone before others get the chance, then ask for more gold? \" Dracul would throw the bag with remaining Gold to Arthur. \"Its I took two fucking arrows because of your smug hothead. Equal is the least you can do.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"First come first serve. If you got out of your little hiding hole for more than, I don't know, a day, you'd find out that there's no such thing as 'equal' in the real world. Yeah, I capitalized on the opportunity to make some extra money. So? You're going to get mad at me for not wasting chances? And you're calling me smug when you've been acting like a complete jackass this entire mission? Know your place before you try and hold up a single flame to me.\"\n\n*He would hold out his hand, his palm spread wide open, as a gesture to say 'hand it over' to Dracul.*\n\n\"Four gold. Hand it over.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul's eyes would narrow at Arthur.\n\"I know my place and its right where km standing. Besides, one already talk equal and left. The ship has sailed. Don't argue and take your share. Walk along\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"No, I am going to argue. You don't deserve the amount of gold you're getting; for you, four gold is plenty. Also, I called Syele's share long before you did. Hand it over. I'm not going back down, you know.\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"You called her share fully? \" Throws Arthur 2 golds. \n\"That's all you get.\" Dracul says as we walks away" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would catch the gold pieces midair, looking at them in his hand as Dracul walked away. To be frank, he felt like he had been cheated out of his rightful reward, but things happen. As the man walked, he would take a copper piece out of his coin pouch, throwing it with great force towards the back of Dracul's head. It hit the man with a pang!, and Arthur smirked with corrupt glee as he took the remaining gold in the reward pouch, transferring them into his normal wallet pouch.*\n\n\"Yeah, and THATS what you deserve!\" He would call out in the most mocking tone he could muster." }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul would chuckle as it was was some joke and kept on walking. \" Hope to see you in quests in the future. Where you would be the target. \" He said as he walked away" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "``` Another quest here ```\n\n*Various reports have been filed throughout the nearby towns and cities of a criminal who had just escaped an escort caravan to a maximum security prison on the border between the Salvainian and the Silnarian empire. A gold bounty has been placed on either his head or his capture, a reward that exceeds normal expectations. Because this prisoner was one of the most dangerous of his time, hailing from the Icy peaks of Icepeak prison, government officials and citizens alike have been shook, due to tje fact that such a malevolent and dangerous being has escaped his shackles.*\n\n*Unshaken in his plight, he was known throughout the land as \"Styx.\"*\n\n*A Silnarian Steppe Elf who had been illegally transferred to the Salvainian Empire die to his heinous crimes pertaining to the treatment of the mass majority of the population before authorities could apprehend him, he had been living in the Salvainian Empire for a good while now, terrorizing small villages and towns, murdering masses upon masses of innocent bystanders so that his name became synonymous with pure, unadultured malevolence. He was swift in his job, indifferent about the kill, for he lived for the sight of crimson rivers, the flesh of the bone, the bone of bodies. Feared by both the criminal underworld and those of civilized society, there seemed to be no stopping him until government officials captured his person by setting a trap in one of the predicted areas he would target next, judging by past actions. His exact killcount was unknown, but he was generous enough to say that it was more than they could ever possibly imagine. Naturally, he ended up on trial, being sentenced to death. He spent 2 years in Icepeak Prison, and had a caravan appointed to send him to Fort Kah'Rentok, a fort on the edge of the Silnari-Salvainian border, where he would face his death by execution amongst other heinous criminals. However, it would seem that somewhere along the territorial line, the caravan was attacked, leaving bodies of guards, and oddly enough, some bandits, in the wreck. It was apparent that he couldn't have gotten far, and so you two, Mai and Horace, have decided to bring him to justice.*" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Assuming the two would meet at the location where the caravan was attacked, Mai arrived at the scene of the incident with a feeling of foreboding. The woman didn't yet know who her companion or companions would be on this mission, so she didn't knew what to expect from him. What would surprise her would be the fact that it was Horace, the man who did a mission with her and Kaliepos some time ago.\n\nUpon arriving at the scene of the incident, Mai looked around to make sure there were no bandits or suspicious movements around her. She would have on her white cloak, draped over just her left shoulder, her blue hair in a ponytail and draped over her shoulder as well. She decided to wait for her mission companion to arrive before she investigated or searched for the killer alone. Her cold blue eyes scanned the area around her, patiently waiting for the person who was about to arrive." }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace approached the scene, holding his arm. It would seem he's still soar from the last mission's injury. He looks over at Mai with a grin, \"Well, didn't think id see you again so soon.\" He draws near, extending his hand as a greeting. He tried to appear calm, but underneath his normal appearance he was nervous about the mission, *\"Never thought id be going after Styx, the infamous murderer. I guess big rewards warrant big risks.\"* He sighs, hoping that by some miracle, the two of them can take him down without casualties. \"So Mai, how are you?\"" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Upon hearing a familiar voice, Mai immediately looked to see where it came from. *'Is that... Horace?!'* She thought, and a slightly surprised expression appeared on her face. But then her eyes were cold again and a smile in the corner of her mouth formed for the man. Sometimes the world really is small, apparently. She knew about Horace's ability, but she was still concerned about him and herself. She once hunted down a killer, but he was probably not like Styx. She knew it would be a complicated job, but she trusted Horace a little and knew that they could handle it.\n\n\"Horace! I didn't think I'd see you this soon too, but here we are.\"\n\nShe reached out a hand to shake Horace's and squeezed it gently. She looked a little at the man's posture, it seemed that he had not fully recovered from the last mission. One of her eyebrows arched and looked him in the eye again.\n\n\"I'm good. Seems you're not fully recovered yet, uh? Stay tuned, or you may end up hurting yourself more. Eh... I mean, I don't want you to get hurt.\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace chuckles to himself at your remarks, \"Thank you for your concern, but ill be fine.\" Or at least he hoped. He looks at the wreckage examining it, making mental notes as he looked. \"Hard to believe something like this could happen. He obviously had outside help judging by the bandit corpses.\" He walked over examining the guards and bandits bodies, he didn't know what he was looking for, just something that could help track the man." }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "\"I know you will be fine, I'm just saying.\"\n\nShe winked at him, a smirk forming on her lips. Mai accompanied him to the bodies, her eyes analyzing to see if there was anything suspicious, which apparently was not. Using Mai's improved vision, she tried to identify if the man could be in the vicinity. After checking to see if he was close to Mai and Horace, she went back to looking at the bodies and the wreck.\n\n\"I have a feeling that this mission will be difficult...\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "\"Difficult...? Try impossible, this guy's been on the run killing, maiming, and terrorizing the kingdom for who knows how long... Say, your a panther, right? Could you like... Smell around and try to get this guys scent or something?\" You could tell by the sound of the elf's voice that he was embarrassed about the statement for its stupidity. He clears his throat, standing from his kneeled position over the corpses." }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "\"Impossible... It could be. But I still think we are able to capture him.\"\n\nMai smiled at Horace, who looked a little embarrassed after his question. She didn't care much about the question, it didn't bother her but apparently Horace didn't want to be rude or stupid. Then she nodded, with a small smile on her lips. In fact, she could turn into a panther and try to sniff out the fugitive. She was a little embarrassed, because if she transformed, her clothes were not enchanted to mold her into a panther and would drop to the ground.\n\n\"Ehhh... I can transform, but you will need to do something for me... My clothes will drop to the ground and I need you to pick them up so I can put them on after I transform back into my human form. And if I show any sign that I managed to sniff him out, you'll need to ride me. So it will be faster to chase him.\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace froze for a moment, seemingly picturing something with a grin on his face before snapping out of it. \"O-oh, yeah, sure thing. Should i turn around... Or?\" He takes a few steps back, waiting for you to go on. He waits in anticipation for the transformation." }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Mai looked at Horace when the grin appeared on his lips, but she then shook her head a little, a smirk appearing on her lips as well. This seemed strange, since Mai already knew the man, but she was already used to situations and reactions like Horace's.\n\n\"You don't need to turn around. Just don't forget my clothes.\"\n\nMai waited a moment to focus on her ability. After a few seconds, she began to transform into a black panther with a length of 2.20m from nose to tail. She looked focused, her eyes shining light blue as she started sniffing for the enemy, hoping to succeed.\n```Panther Transformation cast (-11.5 Mana) - Mana Remaining: 88.5/100\nMai has Hawkeye Rank 5, Listener Rank 1, Blurry and Silent Rank 2 activated. And well, has the traits of a black panther.```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As Mai transformed into her panther form, her clothes would, as she said, drop to the floor, leaving nothing behind but a huge, menacing predator with eyes as sharp as a blade. When she sniffed into the night, various scents would come to her nose, but the one most dominant would be the smell of corpses and blood which was a given; the bodies were right next to you, after all. There were some snippets of other scents here and there as well, such as the smell of metal, coming from the weapons the bandits and guards left behind, the scent of wet grass, seeing that you were in a grassy plain, and the faint smell of a forest a good ways off.*\n\n*However, soon a new scent would come into play, masked by all the others. This smell had the scent of dirt, the feeling and aura of something evil hiding behind the other aromas. It would lead into the direction of the southeast, away from the Silnarian Empire, towards a small town called Kladingir. It was faint, so it was only a general direction, but it would seem that something had either come from that direction, or was heading towards that place.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace would scramble to collect Mai's clothes. \"So, you get a scent or?\" He would approach the panther, though his movement is stiff, as he is intimidated by the beast. He continues on despite this though, avoiding eye contact with the animal." }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Mai started walking as she sniffed the floor and the air around her and Horace. With many smells, she was a little confused for a short time but soon identified a new smell, a smell that brought a bad feeling. A smell that made her shiver, the feeling she had when she arrived, returning to her. \n\nShe finally identified the smell of death and evil, but did not know the right place to go. She looked at Horace, walking behind him and passing between his legs, making him on top of her back now. Mai waited a moment for him to hold on to her. When he was finally ready, she started running towards the smell, not so fast as not to waste so much energy, but fast enough to try to get there in time without the killer running away.\n```Forgot to mention: Mai has Night Vision Rank 1```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Running towards the direction of the smell, you would pass numerous plains of grass, not being able to see much because of the dark atmosphere. After all, it was quite late into the night; the moon was shining softly in the sky, casting a tiny shimmer across the land. You wouldn't be able to see more than 180 feet into the area around you, but that didn't matter, as Mai had the natural sense of smell on her side. The scent she had picked up would grow stronger and stronger, albeit by small amounts, as she continued her sprint down to the southeast. More and more smells would be thrust into her nose as she ran; the smell of a dead animal, the tiny trail of smoke from a torch lit ablaze somewhere, carried off by the wind into the vast expanse of the wilderness, the natural smell of wood on trees as you passed a couple of small patches of forestry. There would be passing caravan carts following the road that the escort had taken, but that was a long ways off from the original point in which you two met up. It would take a good amount of time before the pair of you two came across something noteworthy; 4 turns had already passed.*\n\n*At this point, Mai, due to her enhanced night vision, would be able to notice small balls of light in the distance; they were small, and almost unnoticeable to the naked human eye, but being a panther, she noticed them well enough. If you continued to follow your current path, you would be able to come across the town of Kladingir, the scent of Styx growing stronger and stronger as you made your way through the numerous dark horizons the night presented. Styx's scent would become more defined at this point, almost completely dominating Mai's nose from all other scents, almost as if it were making itself deliberately try and become known to all. It smelled like blood and corpses, along with that scent of rusted chains tied down to flesh. This scent was the scent of a cruel murderer, but paired along with that scent was almost the smell of a normal person. It would seem that Styx was almost able to blend in with the nighttime activity of the townspeople, assuming they were still out and about at this time, and a panther would definitely not be welcome inside the village.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace unable to see very far would speak a short incantation ``Dark Sight (10 mana used, 90 remaining)``. Glancing around and realizing we were soon to reach a town, he would speak \"Alright, that's good enough i think, you can change back into your human form, wouldn't want to scare the villagers.\" He pats the side of the creature, expecting her to slow down. He would dismount the panther putting Mai's clothes on her back, expecting her to go behind a tree to revert, turning around himself. \"Take your time, i wont peak.\"" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Mai followed the scent until she got close to the village, lowering her speed until they were in a forest near the village. She stopped and looked at Horace, making a sound similar to what cats do trying to agree with him. She walked to a tree near them and started to change back to her human form. When she returned to her normal form, she started putting her clothes back on, first her top, then her bottom and then her gloves and thigh accessory. If Horace happened to peak, it would only be possible for him to see a part of Mai's silhouette illuminated by the moon, forming a shadow of it.\n\nMai then stepped out from behind the tree, her blue hair tied in a ponytail draped over her shoulder, perfectly matching Mai's pale blue eyes, lit by the moonlight. The black boots that reached to the bottom of Mai's thighs, matching the thigh accessory she kept on her right leg. Well, there's no time for fashion here, first we need to catch the killer. One of her hands gripped her waist as she thought a bit and put on her white cloak. She arched an eyebrow as she asked the man.\n\n\"Let's go?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The two of you would be entering from the side of the village, away from the front entrance of the town, where the outskirts were. There were only a few buildings and houses that lay in this district of the town, most of which seemed pretty run down and abandoned. However, there were a few instances in which there was a small light coming from one of the upstairs floors of nearby buildings; most likely a family using some sort of lamp to keep the lights on before sleeping, or a light used by an aspiring scholar to read on various different kinds of books. They were mostly made out of wood, and the majority seemed to be made purely for housing, though there was a single store near the end in which a small sign in shambles, labelled \"General Store,\" Hung loosely above a depressing excuse for a marquee. You would be able to see that this particular district had a sort of straight muddy road where the buildings aligned across from eachother, in the middle having a path leading into said road from the left, which would lead to the main hub of the city. Because you transformed out of your panther form, your sense of smell clarity would go down by a significant amount, but the air and aura of danger would still remain obvious, almost tangible, in the atmosphere. This sector of the town would be mostly dark, but if you were to go down the pathway leading to the hub, you would find lights galore and a thriving marketplace - supposedly, anyway.*\n\n*The smell of Styx would remain quite obvious to those who were at least somewhat profound in tracking; hell, his murderous intent was already a dead giveaway that he had arrived, though to the townspeople, all they could sense was a looming feeling of uneaseiness and discomfort, mixed in with a hint of malice. Mai would not be able to pinpoint his exact location anymore, because her sense of smell had gone down dramatically since she had changed out of her panther form, but it would seem as if the pace of this mission had been jacked up to the max. This wasn't just about capturing an escaped murderer anymore - no, it was about stopping him from destroying the lives of numerous more innocents before it was too late. Styx could strike at any given moment, and the aura he gave out practically exuded ruthless bloodshed.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace approaches the gate, observing the inside area. \"Judging by the broken down store up ahead and the poorly built houses, this is the slums.\" The elf raises his hand scratching his head, *\"It's a bit nostalgic.\"* He thought. Looking over at the fully dressed Mai, he gestures as if to say, *\"Come on, lets go inside.\"* Before entering himself." }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Mai approaches the gate next to Horace, looking around at the poorly built houses and some destroyed buildings. *\"Those poor people... We need to find Styx soon.\"* Mai thought before following Horace into the village. \n\nUpon entering the city, Mai searched the surroundings for someone suspicious, and tried not to get unwanted attention from people. She tried to follow the aura of evil in some way, trying to follow her instincts for that. And she looked around, using some of her night vision to make things easier." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As you make a turn to the left, entering the main portion of the city, you would notice that the buildings on either side would begin to become more and more sophisticated and advanced as you made your way to the center of town. This would be marked by a large, decorative fountain, and there would be various market posts scattered throughout the area, each with their own assortment of goods, adorned with bright, vibrant colors. There was a surplus of people in the area at this time, all of which were scattered throughout the 'marketplace' - some were buying goods, some were selling goods, but most were hanging about, conversing amongst each other in loud, cordial tones.*\n\n*There would be no houses in this area; rather, there would be only certain kinds of shops outside of the stalls and stands set up outside. There was a restaurant, a bank, and another restaurant - there even seemed to be a more furnished, cleaner general store than the one you had found earlier. However, the innocent and jovial atmosphere was covering a dark aura underneath. Here and there, there and here, it seemed to be everywhere. Hints of malice, a touch of evil, an air of blood twisting its scent into the atmosphere. It was scattered throughout the hub, the familiar scent of Styx you found at the site of escape echoing throughout the town hub. At some points the smell would be stronger, but at other places, like where you were right now, it would be considerably weaker, yet it's presence was far from invisible. It was certain that Styx, wherever he was, was in this town.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace looks around, \"It appears we're in the shopping district, you sense anything?\" He asks Mai. After, he looks around, settling on a stall, he made no sounds aside from his cloths rustling from a twitching hand. His black gloved hand moved sharply and fast paced. His mined raced with anticipation about the goods stored at the stall. About what he could get away with and how much he could get. It was clear he had trouble in shopping districts. This was possibly the worst place for us to arrive in, and he knew it." } ]

[ { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Upon arriving at the shopping area, where there were many people, Mai looked around too. She tried to see if Styx or something suspicious could be close, while two options of plans crossed her mind. *\"If we split up, we can find him faster, but we risk not meeting or... Styx finding one of us before the other. If we go together, we risk not finding Styx in time.\"* Mai thought, a little frustrated, what could be seen by the expression on her face.\n\n\"I can't see. Ugh, I don't know. Look, I have two plans: the first one is if we split up to find him faster. The second is to try to find him together, what can probably take some more time.\"\n\nShe looked out of the corner of her eye at his trembling hand, remembering a situation that had occurred in the past mission. *\"So you really have a problem with stealing, right?\"* She thought. Mai's hand held his to try to stop the shaking, it was a firm but gentle grip. And then she came closer to him and started walking with him, trying to follow the aura of evil and Mai's instinct to the maximum.\n\n\"Let's try not to get too much attention.\" She approached her head to his, whispering with a smile." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Mai would walk throught the crowd, occasionally bumping into a macen or two as she tried to follow the aura. There were various spots in which the smell of Styx was stronger, but at the moment, she seemed to be walking around in a circle. Every time she broke this sort of loop, the telltale feeling of Styx's malice would become weaker until she re-entered the endless chain of circling the fountain over and over again. This would invite the occasional stare from certain passerby, especially with the choice of clothes Horace and Mai wore compared to everyone else. They looked like true bounty hunters, compared to the citizens, who looked like they were dressed casually for a social outing. However, you would be able to occasionally catch a glimpse of glinting metal as you followed the scent, but those were from guards and their spears, which were vigilly standing by various vendors, keeping an eye out for thieves. However, this loop basically confirmed that Styx was hiding about in the town square somewhere; the aura seemed to plataeu out in the hub of the town, not drifting about anywhere else.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace would snap out of his daze as Mai grabbed his hand. He would nod as a response to her, though looking around he noticed the strange looks they were receiving. \"We've been circling this fountain for a while... We're not getting anywhere.\" He pulls his hand away from Mai, leaning on the fountain. \"Judging by your circling, his presence is strongest here, so how about you go talk to the venders or guards, see if they know anything. I'll wait here and serve as a look out till you comeback.\" He puts his hand on his forehead, he seemed to by psyching himself up trying to suppress his 'condition'. He would sit, looking up at you, \"Lets go with your plan about splitting up. He's just one guy, i find it hard to believe he could beat either of us before the other could show up.\"" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "\"That's weird... Why is his presence only here? I will try to find him this way, you can try to look if her is near here.\"\n\nMai nodded to Horace, starting to walk towards the guards. But then she stopped and thought for a moment. *\"Why is his presence... We're circling... The fountain?!\"* Mai rested both hands on the edge of the fountain, looking for something suspicious inside it. She thought again, an eyebrow arching with a little suspicion.\n\nIf there was nothing wrong with the fountain, Mai would continue to walk towards the guards. She stopped in front of them and put a hand on her waist, while she explained the situation to the guards and resolved the matter. After explaining to them, she would continue to search the crowd for Styx, trying to follow his presence again. Only, if the fountain had nothing wrong when she looked." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Mai wouldnt be able to find anything suspicious while looking inside the fountain. All she would be able to see were various different kinds of coins scattered throughout the clear water of the fountain's bottom; plentiful amounts of copper coins, a few clumps of silver coins here and there, but barely any gold pieces. There were only 2 gold pieces in the entire span of the fountain, but other than that, nothing of note would be found while searching.*\n\n*The guards you walked up to would stand stoic and vigil at their posts, ignoring your attempted explanation on the matter. However, one did look slightly taken aback by your claim that the mass murderer Styx was in the area, though he looked a bit more skeptical than concerned. He looked to one of the guards he was standing by, to his left, and exchanged glances at each other, before opening his mouth to speak to Mai.*\n\n\"You sure, little lady? That's a bold claim you've got there, saying that Styx is at large in this town. It'd be great if you had a shred of evidence, concrete evidence, that you could use. Otherwise, well, I can't really act with any justification, can I?\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace would sit idly, waiting for the news to reach him. In the meantime he would look around for suspicious behavior from the croud. \"Hard to believe such a person can hide here unnoticed. Then again, I doubt he'd stay out here in the open... Hell, I bet he's got some under-ground palace with a trap door around here and that's why we've been circling.\" He lets out a long sigh, *\"Will we even be able to find him?\"* He'd scratch his head is his hands weren't already held together tightly as an attempt to ignore his thoughts of stealing. If he was in private he would of used his knife but it was to dense with people here. He sighs again, looking around." }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Mai looked at the guards with her cold gaze, she didn't seem to like the fact that the guards didn't believe her. The grip on her waist tightened with a little frustration and indignation. Certainly, she didn't look like someone to be trusted. But what she was trying to do was save the lives of innocent people. But wait, isn't she the one who takes the lives of so many innocents? Why is she trying to help? She thought for a moment and looked back at the guards.\n\n\"Indeed I don't have concrete evidence, as I can't show you the smell of him. The only thing I ask is that you watch out for any suspicious movements. Especially because, if a tragedy happens, it will be your fault.\"\n\nAfter talking to the guards, Mai again tried to follow the scent one last time, and tried to think where Styx was. She started to get stressed and tense. She wanted to do her job right, but apparently it would be very difficult. Her eyes tried to check every person near her and the smell, trying to see if anyone looked suspicious." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The guards would look down at you with an even more skeptical gaze than before. Who were you, they thought, to tell them about how they should be doing their own jobs? She was an outsider with no business in the town besides the fact that she looked like she wanted to start some trouble. However, they recognized the fact that a warning for danger still justifies some action, albeit not anything major. It was the town's once a week market after all; they didn't want to have to disrupt the entire flow of the event just because of some possible bogus call out from a little girl. Looking at the crowd for a moment as Mai talked about looking out for suspicious movement, they wouldn't spot anything out of the ordinary either - it was just a normal market, attended by normal people. However, none of you would be able to see it, but a figure wearing dark leather armor, a hood, and a dangerous looking sword would be exiting the square, heading towards another unknown district, this time to the north, where all the middle class civillians lived in. Before anything else, though, one of the guards opened their mouths to speak to Mai.*\n\n\"Miss, I'd appreciate it if you didn't try and tell us how to run our jobs for us. We are MORE than capable of preventing a tragedy, and besides - it isn't our job to be running loose on a wild goose chase for a hypothetical murderer. We were assigned to protect the stalls in case a petty thief were to try and nab something, but we will keep an eye out for anything odd.\"\n\n*They both returned to their stoic positions after that, staring out into the crowd, glancing at Mai as she walked back to the center of the town. She would notice an extreme lack of the malice that had been so present earlier, with a significantly less stronger aura than before. She would be able to take notes of the scent coming from the North, but as luck would have it, the ever present crowd of civillians would look to be a sea of bodies blocking your path to the northern entrance to the district.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace would stand, seemingly cracking under the pressure. He looks around frantically for an isolated place he could cooldown in. *\"STEAL. No don't. COME ON, YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT. No...\"* His mind racing with alternating thoughts. If he couldn't find a place like an alley way he'd leave the town, running as fast as he could. He didn't care if others stared and mumbled, he just needed to get out of there! He couldn't succumb to his urges while on a mission, it could land him in jail again and he'd cause trouble for Mai." }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "*\"We need to find him soon, Mai... Don't disappoint who looks you from up there. Don't disappoint your mother... Don't disappoint Nicholas. Focus, Mai. You need to find him!\"* Mai thought before looking around again and realizing that something was wrong. Was the smell going away? So Styx was really there! She identified where the smell was coming from and returned to Horace with a slightly serious expression, but one that hid hope for having a clue to Styx.\n\n\"Horace! He's getting away from here! Let's go!\"\n\nMai pulled him by the hand, not so hard, but with a firm grip. She pulled on him as she walked among the people, sometimes gently pushing them, sometimes asking for permission to pass. She headed north with Horace." } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Pushing through the crowd of people, it would take you a while to reach the northernmost gate in which the smell profoundly radiated from. 3 or so turns would have already passed by the time you pushed the crowd out of your way, albeit gently, but this would be the better alternative than having an agitated member of the mob call the guards on you for 'assault.' You would be able to see into the entrance of the northern district, which had its gate flung wide open. There was a large cobblestone pathway leading down, many different houses displayed on both sides of the road. The trees that occupied a small part of the area looked trimmed and well kept, as was the entire district in itself. However, the entire place would be deadly silent, with not a trace of life as far as you could tell. There wasn't a lot of light either; the farther you got away from the hub of the town, the darker it became, and the harder it was to see. Styx's scent was prominent here, but again, it would be hard to tell exactly where he was. He could be lurking anywhere; in the trees, in the bushes, maybe behind a corner of a house. You would need to keep your guard up as you search.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "As he was pulled across the crowd, the elf gave no resistance. He stared at the floor quietly as he moved along, his expression blank, though the aura around him screamed panic. However, the more the two moved away from the hub the more he seemed to calm himself. A loud noise would break the silence for a moment as Horace slaps himself violently, it would seem he'd refocused himself. \"So Styx is around here?\" He asks quietly. Pulling his hand away from Mai again, resting it on his sheathed dagger. He looks around, \"Very dark here... Very secluded... Its a perfect place to set a trap for two bounty hunters, isn't it?\" He hoped he was wrong, he hoped that they'd cornered the escaped man, though it seemed unlikely." }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "\"Yes. I can feel him. We need to find him before he find us.\"\n\nMai looked at Horace while talking about his plan, her expression seemed serious. All the way while they were going further and further and getting darker and darker, Mai had her right hand on the throwing knife in her thigh accessory. She was prepared for any surprise attacks that might be coming. Mai tried to use her night vision to see if the fugitive was close to them, always following his scent as she walked." } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Walking down the dimly lit pathway, nothing in particular would show up to he suspicious of any kind. It made sense that the area was as dark as it was; most of the light came from the commotion that was happening in the city due to the weekly market, so it made sense that only the people who didn't want to go would stay in their own homes. Besides, the market was seen as a day of release and enjoyment to the town of Kladingir, not just another chore to accomplish paired with a day to replenish all the used food stores most families had at this time. A good 40 or so feet would be barely visible as you two walked into the district, but the occasional movement from a window or a small animal dashing between one bush to another. The wind would whisper a soft spell, blowing across the trees, rustling the leaves and creating a misleading feeling of peace.*\n\n*Suddenly, as you three were about 60 feet away from the gate in which you entered, an object would land behind you to your right. It hit the ground with a loud thud, and soon after, another object would land behind you two, sounding heavier than the last. You wouldn't be able to tell which direction the objects came from; you could only guess. The two objects would also begin to reek a foul odor, filling your nostrils with an odious scent.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace looks towards the sound that came from behind, \"What the...? Mai get ready.\" He'd speak an incantation quietly as he draws his dagger ``Dark Sight (10 mana used, 90 remaining``. \"Friend or foe!\" The elf yells out toward the object, as he places a hand over his mouth and nose trying to block out the smell. He thought back to the last mission with the disgusting smell that caused his fellow fighters to vomit, he wondered if this was even half as bad. He would shake his head, *\"Now's not the time for remembering, i gotta focus on this fight!\"* From the sound of the thud he could tell this opponent was big, maybe too big too handle. The elf would enter a stance that allows him to defend or run at a moments notice." }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Mai continued to walk with Horace, until... Two objects fell behind them with a surprise attack. At first she didn't quite understand what it could do, but then a little of the smell entered Mai's nostrils, causing her hand to cover her nose and mouth quickly and making her cough a bit. *\"We can't smell it! It can be poisonous, and I don't want to vomit because of those things again.\"* She thought for a moment. Her right hand held her throwing knife, ready to attack what threatened them. *\"Show up! Where is he? Although it may not be Styx, right?\"* She thought once more, trying to identify where their opponent was with her dark vision." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As Horace turned towards the object, he would be able to make out the outline of mutilated, grotesque limbs with blood spattered all over the flesh. It looked to be the arm of a woman, though it was incredibly disfigured. Large chunks of flesh would be seemingly ripped off, revealing the stark white bone of the corpse part, and blood would be spilling through the severed veins of the arm. The fingers of the hand were barely hanging on; rather than the normal, smooth meat that would be put on the bones, the fingers looked to be ravenously torn apart like how the rest of the arm looked. Flies were swarming about, trying to get a taste of the body part, but there was also the matter of the other object. The second object would seem to be a foot cut cleanly at the ankles, the bone completely cut clean if you looked at it from a top down view. However, this looked relatively fine compared to the arm; flies and blood still flowed down the mass of flesh, but it wasnt nearly as ripped as the other one.*\n\n*Though, it would seem that their 'opponent' had hidden themselves well. Even with Mai's darksight, she could only see so much. No figures would be present anywhere, as far as you could see, anyway.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "\"Dear god!\" The elf shouts out, taking a step back. \"W-why...?\" His grip on his dagger tightened, as he gazed upon the outline of the severed arm. \"M-Mai... You see anything?\" He said in a disgusted yet fearful tone. He was clearly caught off guard by severed limb, the only dead thing Horace thought he'd see today was Styx. He wondered who the arm belonged to and where it came from, though he turned his attention away from it to face Mai, \"We should go... We're at a disadvantage here, we can't see anything from the darkness... Lets wait until morning.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace looked down, *\"She's right, this'll probably be the only chance we have to catch him.\"* He looks back up at Mai shaking his head \n\n\"I don't have any more ideas of what to do... Honestly, I'm scared right now... This guy seems to be a complete psychopath and there's no telling what he's going to do next. Not to mention what he'll do to us... Hell, who knows what he's doing as we speak.\"\n\nHe turns away from Mai with a sigh, he was disappointed and disgusted with his own cowardice. He sheaths his dagger, lowering his guard for the moment. He also removes his hand from over his mouth and nose, as if he had gotten used to the smell. He didn't know what to do, or what he could do. He felt helpless and alone like he did when he was first exiled from home. He hated that feeling, but it was always there, creeping, waiting." }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "\"I understand, but don't worry. We really don't have a very good plan for capturing Styx. But in the same way, I think we will do it. If we get this far in our lives, we can certainly solve problems like that man.\"\n\nMai took a deep breath as she spoke, would they really capture the man? This mission had been normal until now, but seeing what Styx was able to do made Mai wonder. She looked around for a few moments, trying to identify again the opponent who had thrown the objects before. Mai chose not to interrupt Horace while he thought for himself for a few moments. She looked out of the corner of her eye at the limb object an eyebrow arching.\n\nMai decided to investigate the object a little, extending her claws and crouching on the side of the object. She used her claws to cut the limbs and try to separate them from each other. *\"That's disgusting...\"* She thought for a moment. Mai tried to look for a clue or something among the members that could help her and Horace on their mission." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Mai inspected the severed limbs, tearing it bit by bit in a hope to find some information could be useful during this mission. As you looked further at what was presented, you would find multiple distinct marks on the arm, but they wouldn't seem to be animalistic in any way. They looked to be made by some kind of sapien creature, looking like the bites of a person rather than an animal. It wouldn't be so clear in the dark, but the marks showed evidence of a quick ripping and tearing done by teeth. That would explain why the arm looked so roughed up and grotesque, and at this point, it would be pretty obvious what the cause was. It would seem that Styx had some kind of attraction to cannibalism, or just the taste for humanoid meat.*\n\n*As you two huddle around the parts, a figure would be watching you from about 30 feet off. His presence was concealed within the aura he gave off, which was so foul and powerful that his exact presence could not be pinpointed. The familiar aura that Styx gave off would be prevalent in this area, as was mentioned earlier, but to Horace and Mai, it was exponentially more potent and powerful than what was found before at the town hub/square. Casting darksight silently on his being, he was concealed within the deep, dark leaves of a large oak tree, and would be staring you two down from afar. Mai would be able to feel a sort of pang as Styx's eyes set on her, which was soon overtaken by the dark atmosphere of her surroundings. However, she would know one thing from this: Styx was incredibly close.*\n``` Darksight Cast. Remaining Mana: 35/45```" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Mai looked at the marks, apparently of human teeth, on the limbs that formed the object. Many scenes of what Styx could have done with these people passed through her head, an expression of disgust took over her face. *\"He's a psychopath ... What a horror.\"* She thought for a moment before feeling something strange down her spine. As she glanced around from the corner of her eyes.\n\n*\"This is strange... Is he watching us...?\"* She thought once more and looked at Horace, walking over to him. She continued to watch out of the corner of her eye, to try to identify again where the person might be. A bad feeling dominating inside Mai. She tried not to show that she was keeping an eye on the killer, pretending that she had let her guard down to talk to Horace. Her left hand, in which she was hiding under her white cloak, extended her claws in case an attack was made." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Styx would notice in the trees Mai's slight glancing, studying her especially. He figured that she would be the main problem since she was the one who guided that elf boy and herself to his location when the guards hadn't the faintest clue of where je was. They were the biggest problem he faced at present, and he had ro eliminate them in order to preserve his own chance of escape and freedom. He looked beside him at a woman's mutilated corpse, which was missing an arm due to him throwing it at them as a joke. He was used to the smell of a fresh kill - after all, the cult he had grown up with had taught him that the flesh of sentient creatures contained fragments of their soul, and so essentially when they ate their bodies, they consumed their souls as well. They believed that this act made them stronger physically, and that was why Styx had gone to such lengths to procure such feasts over his murderous spree. For every person he killed, every village he dominated with his terror, his own personal image of himself grew mightier and mighter, along with the thirst for more. Nonchalantly, he leaned back against the trunk of the tree, picking off another hand from the woman's now-pale flesh. He began to bite on an index finger, then the middle, until he reached the ring finger, looking at it musingly. He looked back to where Mai and Horace stood, smiling to himself sinisterly. He was quiet, almost silent, when he shifted the leaves of the tree he hid in, and so when he threw the hand towards Mai and Horace, it was doubtful that they'd be able to notice where it came from.*" } ]

[ { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace would jump at the sound drawing his dagger again. He would make a slight yelping sound as he did turning towards the sound. His hands shook as he looked on at the severed arm \n\n\"What kind of twisted fuck is this guy!? I can't believe someone like that can even be called human.\"\n\nHe approaches the arms, gaging as he does so. *\"What does a man have to go through to become this sadistic, this corrupt?\"* He thought as he approached the arm. After he arrived at the arm, he examines it. Though what this would yield he knew not, he just felt he should get a good look at it. He kneels down to it, lower his guard for the moment, continuing to observe the arm.\n\n\"He's still here, that's for sure. Though i don't know if that's good or bad..\"" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Mai blinked a few times when she heard the hand dropping close to them, her eyes flew to see it on the floor. A serious expression came over Mai's face, hiding the previous one in disgust. She continued to look around, standing where she was while Horace had gone to see and inspect the hand on the floor. *\"Where are you, Styx? Come on! I'm dying to catch you and give you to the police.\"* She thought as her eyes glanced everywhere she could think he was hiding.\n\n\"We need to be aware. Don't let your guard down.\"\n\nShe said with a more serious and cold tone, still hiding her left hand under her cloak. Her claws extended, waiting to taste the blood of someone again." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Styx watched as the elf boy yelped in distress when the hand landed next to him. This was what his pursuers were? They sent these incompetent fools to bring him back? Well, it didn't matter, did it? As long as he was able to dispatch of these fools and escape his retribution, it didn't matter to him who was at his heels.*\n\n*However, Mai's reaction caught him slightly surprised. She didn't look flustered nor distressed in the slightest; rather, in stark contrast to the elf, she wore a mask of seriousness that Styx could feel in his hiding place. It was an aura that he found amusing - it was like she was defying the oppressive of his own creation, even though it was useless to. Like a small candelight in the pitch blackness of the night, this futile attempt of opposition amused him so. He cackled softly to himself, then took out a bow that one of the bandits had kept on him. Drawing an arrow, he aimed it towards Mai's chest, whispering softly to himself before letting it loose:*\n\n\"Right here.\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "The elf stands, shaking his head, \"Poor things...\" He turns again, approaching Mai with an uncomfortable look on his face.\n\n \"We need to find this guy soon...\" He'd say in an impatient tone. *\"Or we can just leave*\" He thinks too himself. \"I suppose we should start searching around.\"\n\nHorace looks over at a section of forestation. He moves over to it and begins searching around." }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Mai's cold pale blue eyes flew in the direction of Styx, in which she had heard the sound of an arrow being released towards her and Horace. She would give a sidestep to dodge the arrow as it came towards her chest, her eyes following the arrow flying right in front of her and going straight into the darkness behind her and the elf. As soon as the arrow would fly past them, Mai's eyes would rush to look in Styx's direction. They seemed to be filled with hatred and courage. Mai was probably not like most people.\n\nMai's right hand would try to take her throwing knife from the thigh accessory and launch it in the direction from which the arrow had come. Mai's serious expression would continue to dominate her face, she was certainly different from many that Styx had already encountered." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Unfortunately, as fast as Mai was, an arrow was no easy projectile to dodge, especially since she was essentially caught off guard at a moment's notice, combined with the natural speed of an arrow being released from a bow. It would sink into her chest, causing her lower abdomen to bleed profusely. Styx would have aimed another arrow towards her head this time, but was interrupted by a throwing knife aimed towards his direction. However, he didn't really need to worry about that, since his natural position inside a tree would give him an advantage. The knife would hit a branch, falling to the floor with a clanking noise. Styx reloaded his bow, but quickly fired another arrow towards Mai's direction, though this time was strictly aimed at Horace rather than Mai.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace's breathing was heavy, it had been a while since someone has shot him with an arrow before he could get a hit in on them. His right arm covered the wound while his left held his dagger shakily. \n\n\"D-damn that guy...\" He whispers in an agrovated tone. \n\nThe elf would begin to think, trying to put himself in Styx's shoes... *\"His skills are similar to rouge tactics, that can be proven by his accuracy with a bow and his ability to conceal himself... That means I should be able to get into his mind, even if he is crazy...\"*. He would glance around noticing his blood trail that lead to his place of hiding. *\"Shit! I was careless! He can track me now... Or...\"* He'd stand, looking up the tree he had hidden behind. He knew it would be painful to climb but it would allow him to get the drop in Styx if he tried to use blood to track him. There was only one way to find out, he'd think as he climbed. He would relly on his natural stealthyness to suppress his pained grunts." }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai slid lightly through the tree until she sat down to breathe a little, noticing out of the corner of her eyes that Styx was distracted, following the trail of blood that Horace had left on the floor. After cutting a piece of her cloak and tying it around her waist in an attempt to stop the bleeding caused by the arrow, Mai slid her hand down her thigh to pick up one of her throwing knives. As the kemonomimi did not know the plan that Horace wanted to put into practice, she decided to try to help him by moving slowly and getting a better view of Styx to throw the knife towards his left shoulder. If the attack was successful, Mai would hide behind the tree again, and hope that Styx did not see her position.\n\n*'Please Mother, help us...'* She would think, her eyes looking up at the leaves of the trees around her." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Styx, as he approached Horace's tree, would be able to follow the trail of blood leading to the base of the oak, noticing the pool of blood that flowed down the trunk, collectively turning into a small puddle at the base of the tree. He would be able to hear Horace's heavy breathing from above, and amidst the tree's shadow, saw a sillhouette of the elf on one of the branches. That also seemed to be the source of where the breathing was coming from as well. Because he hadn't came in extremely close proximity to the base of the tree, silently, Styx backed off from the tree, out of Horace's field of vision, and drew his bow once more. Taking aim, he would fire a single shot at the shadow of Horace's arm, letting it loose about 15 feet behind the tree's location.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace gets hit and falls off the tree with a pained grunt. Scrambling back up and pulling out his dagger with the arm that isnt shot" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Are you happy now???" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai looks toward Horace and Styx again, one of her hands resting on the wound made by the arrow. There wasn't much she could do for Horace to help him, she tried to hit Styx with the knife but missed. All she could do was prey to God for Horace and think on a plan while Styx was distracted with the hurt elf. *\"Think Mai, think! You need to help him!\"* She thought and glanced over her shoulder to look at the assassin and the elf.\n```Remembering she has Rejuvenation cast.```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Styx would see Horace's silhouette fall down rhe tree with an audible thud. He heard groaning as he approached, stowing away his bow and arrow and taking out his weapon, a magical longsword he had picked up off of one of the bandits he had killed. He rushed over to Horace's side, looking down on the elf who was bleeding profusely from his arm and from his chest, though the chest wound was closing slowly due to Mai's rejuvenation. Styx stopped for a moment, wondering where the 'other one' had went. Did she run to tell the guards? If so, that was mighty selfish of her, wasn't it? Leaving her friend, alone, with a murderer, and a profound one at that. He looked down at Horace, who was groaning loudly in pain. Before he wanted to deal the killing blow, he squatted down to the floor, speaking to Horace's turned body.*\n\n\"Looks like your friend left you, eh? That's quite shameful, isn't it? Do you think she's gonna come back and save you, now? Because if not, your only hope for surviving is to *Beg*. If you beg hard enough, I might go ahead and end it now. If not, I don't mind sticking your filthy hide in with a few more arrows as a penance for you trying to hunt me down. How about it, hmm?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace would look at the man, holding an arm behind his back.\n\n\"Fuck you.\" He would say calmly in a straight forward tone.\n\nSnapping his hand that he held behind his back a small seed like object would appear in his hand `` Fog seed (10 mana used, 90 mana left)`` He would release the seed letting it hit the floor, as it did it would explode into a dense fog. Assuming he had caught Styx off guard he would lung forward trying to impale him with his dagger." }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "After thinking about a plan, Mai quickly glanced over her shoulder again to see Styx threatening Horace with the sword. He was wrong, she would never leave a companion behind, not a companion, a friend. Mai was behind a tree near them, so she could hear the words Styx had said to Horace. Was the elf thinking that she was going to leave him with this crazy man?\n\nMai slowly walked behind the trees, turning around until she could be close enough to both of them and positioning herself in a tree right behind Styx. If Horace's fog seed failed, Mai would transform into her black panther form and jump to attack Styx. Her clothes would fall to the floor while she jumped and tried to bite the head of the killer. If by chance she ended up jumping and Styx swerved for her to fall on Horace, the panther would just fall and get off her colleague.\n```Blurry and Silent Perks activated. Panther Transformation Cast. (-11.5 Mana) - Mana Remaining: 88.5/100```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Styx would hear the elf grunt out a \"Fuck you\" To him, chuckling as he began to raise his sword above his head to slash down onto Horace's arm. Bringing down his blade onto Horace's shoulder, he was stopped abruptly by Horace's fog seed being cast. Backing off in a fit of adrenaline, he left his sword stuck inside Horace's shoulder, letting the blade dig in to the meat and flesh. The strength of the sword was strong enough so that it became stuck inside Horace's shoulder, the wound being very deep for the man. The fog seed he had used would cover a large area, large enough so that Styx couldn't see much around him. Quickly, he backstepped until he was out of the radius, while Mai, in her panther form, dove into the fog, landing on Horace's arrow wound. The wound became pushed in even further, almost hitting his lung - she needed to get off, lest the lung become pierced. Along with the sword wound, it would be extremely painful towards Horace's constitution - the pain was intense, but nothing he couldn't handle.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace's turn would consist of pained grunts and immense bleeding as he felt the arrow dig deeper into him. Maybe occasional Cursing as he pushed my off." }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "~~I'll buy his coffin.~~" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Upon landing on Horace, the panther quickly jumped out and tried to get out of the fog that covered her and the elf. Apparently she harmed the man with the wounds he had, but it was not the time to feel sorry and help. He could take care of himself at that moment, well, at least that's what Mai thought at the time. As Mai finally came out of the fog, she looked intently for the killer with her blue eyes. If she saw him, the panther would run towards him and taking advantage that he didn't have his sword, Mai would jump on him again, trying to at least cut some part of him with her claws." } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Mai would be able to spot Styx far back out of the fog, staring intently into the fog trying to get a grasp for where you two were. It would seem that he couldn't see inside the area where the fog touched, so Mai was able to get a clean strike into his chest with her claws. She would tear through the leather, ripping a moderately shallow wound into his chest, which began to bleed. Styx stumbled back, clutching his chest with his left hand, but took advantage of Mai's reckless leap towards him. The panther wouldn't have toppled him down to the floor; rather, he would react as soon as the wound was inflicted, sidestepping out of the way just as Mai had finished slashing into Styx's chest. Mai would fall to the floor with a thud, and it was during this time that Styx charged forth to kick Mai in the stomach with his shin while she was down.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace would sit up, still trying to recover from his wounds. It wouldn't be the death of him, but it would be excruciating to remove the objects from his wounds. Slowly, he would remove the arrows and sword, one by one, using his natural stealthyness to muffle his sounds and movements. If he could still move, he'd silently take out his bow, using one of Styx's arrows. He loads the arrow, taking aim at the silhouette attacking Mai before letting the arrow loose on his target, all while thinking in an intense tone, *\"Take this you dirty bastard!\"*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "After her successful attack, Mai fell to the ground in her panther form, having only seconds to think and react. Unfortunately she was not that quick to react and ended up getting kicked by Styx, which made her make a sound similar to a cough. But on recovering, Mai would try to attack the man's leg with her claws and with a powerful bite." } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Styx would have continued to try and kick Mai in the chest, letting him get two more hard punts to the stomach in before Mai sucessfully managed to swipe her claws across his leg, causing him to back up a bit due to the attack. The arrow, however, would be able to hit him in the chest, causing him to reel back in pain slightly. However, this didn't impair his movement much; rather, he would pull the arrow out, causing the wound to bleed much more profusely, and toss it to the ground. He would redraw his bow and arrow once more, aiming another shot at Mai, but waited to shoot. He wanted to fire when he was sure that the strike would hit, as to avoid any chances of missing.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "``5 mana regenerated, 95 total``\nHorace grunts after his successful shot, *\"Nice...\"*. Loading in another arrow and taking a deep breath. He would aim at Styx's head this time though. In a moment his bow would flash white as two arrows appeared along with the original ``Triple arrow ( 10 mana used, 85 left)`` Releasing them all at once before Styx could preform what ever action he was about to do." }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai could see that moment as if it were in slow motion, her pale blue eyes staring at the arrow pointed at her, as if she faced death head-on. She would roar at Styx and show her sharp fangs while her tail wagged aggressively to the assassin. Even in situations like this, the woman showed no fear. After all, when she dies, which will not be today, she will finally be able to find her dear mother and brother. And they were the reason she was not afraid, because there was no reason to be! She has done so much in her life. Anyway, she is not going to die, so this is not the time to be dramatic. One day tears will still flow from your eyes, just wait.\n\nMai tried to move as much as possible with the wound on her abdomen, which was without the band to protect. She took advantage of the feline's agility she had to move from side to side, trying to distract her opponent while her mission companion shot another arrow at Styx. She hoped it would work." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*However agile Mai was in her panther form, Styx managed to match her movements, following her twisting path by having his bow aimed at her at all times. He matched her own fearlessness, managing to let release of the arrow directly towards her face; however, because of Horace's own spell, one of the arrows from the triple arrow would hit his arm, causing the bow's aim to be let off slightly. Instead of hitting Mai's face, which would have caused the arrow to sink into her brain, the arrow would have hit her right thigh, causing her to tumble down to the ground as her sprint was thrown off. However, the rest of Horace's triple arrow would come into contact with Styx's chest once more; another arrow would have hit his left leg, but the third would sail off, missing him completely. Downed, he would kneel to the ground on his good leg, struggling to remove the arrow from his arm. Once he finished this, however, he would draw another arrow, preparing to fire again.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace would sigh, seeing how his arrows did not effect the man as much as he wished. He would instead look towards the sword he had dislodged from his body earlier, staring at it with a grin. He would pick it up with both hands, charging at Styx again" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai fell to the dirt floor after being hit by the arrow Styx had shot at her and, luckily, had been deflected by Horace's attack and hit her thigh. Soon after falling she stood up and felt pain in her right thigh, which made her look to check on the wound. Despite the two wounds that Mai had, she tried to move again when she realized that another arrow was pointed at her. A few moments later, she looked behind Styx and saw the elf going to attack him with a sword. This was a chance to capture him, dead or alive. He wouldn't be able to attack her and defend himself against Horace, or vice versa, right? If she was wrong, it could cost something for the two who were doing the mission. But she preferred to follow her intuition, after all the arrow was pointed at her. So the only one to lose would be her.\n\nTrying to ignore the pain felt by the two wounds made by Styx, Mai ran towards him in a zig zag. Although she felt the pain and her movements were a little slower than normal, she would try to jump on him again and attack him with her claws and fangs. If that didn't work, at least Horace would be able to successfully attack him. At least, that's what she thought." } ]

[ { "author": "com.co", "message": "Horace bars his teeth as his shoulder tears and the arrow pierces his other arm. It would take a more to kill him, then again it would take a lot longer to heal from this too. Weakly, he would draw his dagger as Mai pounced on him wincing as he saw Styx plunge the arrow into her shoulder. Taking the opportunity from Mai pinning Styx down, he would stumble towards them, kneeling when he got there. He would place the dagger up against Styx's neck.\n\n\"Ok you murderous psychopath, surrender yourself or ill kill you here and now!\"\n\nHorace would apply pressure to the blade, poking Styx's neck making him bleed slightly as if incentive to cooperate. *\"We finally got him down! Now, all we need to do is get him to the guards... Or we can kill him now and be done with it.\"* Horace would ponder this for a moment before looking up at Mai.\n\n\"So, how do you wanna do this?\"" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Mai would fall and feel an intense pain in her shoulder because of the wound Styx had caused with the arrow. But by luck, or her bad luck, she would fall with all her weight on the man, which would probably cause him to lie there with his legs and one arm immobile. She would look at the man before looking up to see Horace, who was coming to point a dagger at Styx's neck. Did it feel like the end, maybe? Because of the arrow, she couldn't move her left front leg much because of the serious injury that was caused by the arrow. So she decided to try to put the maximum weight on Styx, and with her right paw, she would stick her claws into the man's left shoulder under her.\n\nThere is no way to describe how much anger she felt there. But it could very well be seen in the eyes that looked at Styx with attention and hatred. When Horace asked her, for a moment she thought. If they delivered him alive, perhaps the reward would be greater, but there was a chance that Styx would escape. If they killed him, the reward would be less, but Styx would no longer be able to hurt one of them or run away.\n\nShe looked up in the direction of Horace, and had forgotten that she couldn't communicate with, but by the look in her blue eyes and the claws tucked into his shoulder, Horace could have judged that she wanted to kill him." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Infuriated, and filled with anger, Styx would seemingly have no where to go from this point on since the full weight of a panther was upon him. He thrashed about, which caused Horace's dagger to wobble against his neck, not seeming to care in the slightest that the blade was slowly digging into his throat. However heavy Mai was, she wasn't heavy enough to completely immobilize the murderer, seeing that he was still able to flail and struggle about, causing Horace's already weakened grip to grow more loose as he tried to break free of Mai's weight. As Mai's claws dug into his other shoulder, he gritted his teeth, holding back his screams of pain. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, he would use one of his arms to reach towards the arrow that was still stuck into Mai's shoulder, taking it own repeatedly and stabbing at her side as a final resort to try and get her off. It would pierce through another part of her shoulder and would come close to stabbing all the way through the flesh until it was in extreme proximity to her diaphragm. Styx probably would have continued his ruthless assault if the arrow hadn't broken once it had, finally, gotten stuck in Mai as he tried to pull it out; that was when the wooden shaft, now covered in blood, had snapped. Realizing this, his eyes darted around the area to look for a way to escape, but it would seem like there was no where to go with the panther on him. Horace had his knife to his throat, but Styx banked on the fact that his grasp was weaker than usual due to his prior injuries; in a last, desperate attempt, he would try and jerk his head back suddenly so that it would hopefully bash against Horace's hand, or at least try and disarm the elf from his knife.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace would nod to Mai's gaze, knowing what to do. Though as he looked back down readying to slit Styx's throat as he stabbed into Mai's side. He felt sorry for her, but took comfort in the thought of this ending. However, As Styx nocked his hand away, his already weak grip would release the blade. Though instead of panicking, Horace would instead get Styx into a choke hold and begin suffocating him, If possible snapping his neck." }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "By stabbing Mai repeatedly, she would feel immense pain that would cause her to react with the claws that were tucked in Styx's shoulder to go a little deeper into his flesh. But unfortunately she couldn't take it anymore, and then she started to transform into her normal form. And due to the carelessness of the creator of this character, Mai would return to her normal form, with the wounds in the respective places that Styx had caused her, however, without any clothes to cover her. For everyone there, this situation would be a little uncomfortable. But Mai didn't care at that moment, what she should focus on was the man who was under her and that she still had her claws clamped on his shoulder. \n\nWith the greatest effort, and the only one that was left, she removed the claws from his shoulder and stabbed as deep as she could in Styx's chest, hoping that it would reach his lung or heart, if possible. With her left hand she would try to support herself with a lot of pain, because of the wounds on her left shoulder and on her side, but if I need to stop any attack from the killer, she would use it to attack him with her claws.\n\nShe just wanted it to end. The pain she felt was unbearable, and she imagined how Horace was feeling. Mai knew only one thing; she sure as hell wouldn't let that bastard get away." } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "The digging of Mai's claws into Styx's body would eventually prove to be too much for the murderer. Stabbing Mai repeatedly would have used up all the energy he had remaining; adrenaline could only do so much when you've got a broken body and an entire panther on you. He was already in a state of disadvantage from when he got injured, so Horace's chokehold would be extremely effective in subduing him. Styx could feel his limbs becoming weaker as his air intake began to decrease by the second, the pressure of the chokehold causing him to sputter out, the lack of oxygen causing his face to become a slight shade of blue as he eventually stopped struggling. He would pass out on the floor under Mai, due to the injuries he had sustained and Horace's chokehold. It would seem that he was incapacitated, and unable to fight." }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace releases Styx from his choke hold. With heavy panting and heavy bleeding, he would stand looking at the now naked Mai. Though he would soon avert his eyes with a stunned look on his face.*\nYou should go get your clothes and change... Once your ready we'll head to a guard post or something.\n*Horace felt cold, he had already lost a lot of blood throughout the fight and wasnt sure if he could lose anymore. So for the moment he would just hold his shoulder wound, trying to keep it together. He looks towards the shopping district...*\nGoing directly to the district would ruin their little party..." }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai would roll over to the killer's side with a little relief, lying on her back on the floor, thinking for a moment and staying there for a few seconds. She looked up at the starry sky, as if it smiled with its stars and beauty. After pausing for a moment to get some rest, she looked up at Horace and gave a little laugh when she saw his stunned face. She stood up with care and a little weakness in her movements because of the wounds. Before dressing, she needed to remove the two arrows that were still in her and make a dressing. Then she walked over to where her clothes were and the white cloak with a missing piece.\n\nMai used her claws to cut off her cloak and use them as bandages, leaving some next to her so that he could help Horace after removing the arrows from her body. She sat on the ground beside a tree to use it as a support for her back. After taking a deep breath, she first carefully removed the arrow that had broken and stuck to her, and then painfully removed the arrow from her thigh along with some cries of pain, not just because of her thigh, but because of all the wounds she had. Shortly after taking a breath, she put the bandages around all the wounds she had, and then started to dress again.\n\nShe got up carefully, picked up the rest of the bandages and walked over to Horace with a different look in her eyes than before. It looked like she showed pain and pity in her pale blue eyes. Without asking before, Mai began to bandage Horace's wounds carefully so as not to make him suffer. After all, part of the injuries were caused by her unintentionally. When she finished she looked at Styx passed out on the floor.\n\n\"I know this is not the time, but forgive me. And isn't it better for us to tie him up, just in case? I still have a rest of my cloak, we could use it for that. And I agree, I don't want to panic people.\"\n```Rejuvenation Cast.```" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Thanks for bandaging me up... But yeah, we should tie him up... Though I'm not sure how we'll get him to the guards without getting public attention.\n\n*Horace would begin to pull out any remaining arrows in his body, setting them aside.*\n \nWe finally got him, didn't we?\n \n*He would grin to himself, a small amount of blood coming from his mouth, though it wasn't visible due to his face mask.*\n\nCome on, lets tie him up... Though i don't have any other idea of how to get the guards, so we'll just have to bring Styx with us through the district.\n\n*He would knee back down, helping to tie up the now unconscious Styx*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The guards would look at Mai for a moment before looking at Styx's battered and beaten body. They recognized the man from wanted posters on notice boards at their garrison; it was Styx, a mass murderer who had, unbeknowenst to them, escaped the caravan that drove him to his execution. One of them looked surprised, but the other looked unfazed.*\n\n\"Is he alive? Or is he dead? Because I don't think the prison would like to pay some gold to get a *Dead* Prisoner back, yeah?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Its fine, if it had hit you we probably wouldn't of been able to pin him down...\n*\"He would wince a little from the pain of his wound before nodding to Mai's hand signal. Waiting behind her as she walked to the guards. He would look to the crowd, expecting a reaction from them before hearing Mai's remark towards the guard. He would chuckle slightly at her words*\nSilly girl..." }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"I believe he is still alive, but if I were the two of you it would be good to take him soon. With these wounds he does not last long.\"\n\nMai put a hand on her waist and waited for the guards to decide if they would give the reward to her and Horace. She walked over to the elf and smiled as she looked at him. Finally the job was done, and none of them were dead. Mai looked at the crowd around them and then at the body on the floor.\n\n\"We did it! Ahhh, after that I just want to eat something and rest. These wounds will take a while to heal. \"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf looks at Mai, with an expression of pure tiredness. He looked as if he was about to pass out in the middle of the district before he could even get into an inn*\nYes, we did it... That certainly was an adventure, wasn't it? It makes me think what would of happened if they assigned a 3rd member to our party. If we'd be as badly injured or not?\"\n*Horace's vison was getting a little blurry at this point, he felt no pain thanks to Mai's spell but it seemed his body was breaking down. He would look around for the nearest Inn building, where they could get food and rooms for the night.*\nWell, ill come back for my reward in the morning, you do what you want. I need to retire to a room at that Inn for the night.\n*He would smile at Mai, if only briefly before stumbling his way towards the Inn, using walls as support so he wouldn't fall over. He would enter the Inn, pay for a room, and sleep for the night.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"It was a very fun, but painful adventure. At least we will get what we deserve. I honestly don't know what we would be like if we had another teammate, but I think maybe we wouldn't have so many injuries for sure.\"\n\nMai smiled with a little pity in her eyes when she saw that Horace was not very well. She was also not very well, but since Mai was there, it is obvious that she would not show the discomfort she felt with the wounds. She decided to keep Styx passed out on the floor and wait for the guards to give her the rewards. She rubbed her eyes gently with a little weariness. What a tiring day, Mai hadn't fought like that in a while. At least it made her more alert and now she knew that maybe she would have to face things like that here." } ]

[ { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The wyvern was exhausted. Nightfall was slowly coming, and the next town was miles away from her. It's been already several hours that Shuvah was walking as she wanted to regain Salvainia speedily.*\n*She would've been seen carrying a good amount of wooden logs as she was installing a temporary camp for the incoming night. Her belly sometimes gurgled. She should've been hungry.*\n`\"Few... Okay, I got wood. But I have yet to find ssome meat.\"` *She audibly sighed.* `\"If only I could find a wild boar, I could have ssome delicciouss roassted ribss tonight!\"`\n*She licked her scaly red lips in anticipation while releasing the logs in the grass. Her camp was surprisingly well laid out for a monster like her: she used a fallen, mossy tree as a bench, created a stone circle for the fire, and even carved some tree branches as a rudimentary spit for the meat.*\n*Shuvah sat on the mossy tree to recover from her exhaustion. She didn't seem to be aware if someone would have been around or not.*" }, { "author": "unholytacos", "message": "*Though her exhaustion had the better of her at the moment, it would become obvious that after some time the sound of old iron bound wheels would make itself out in the distance. Before long, in eye sight would be a slow moving wagon with four old, well built wheels, dragged along at a steady pace by a couple of Shire Stallions. Atop the head of the wagon and holding onto the stirrups sat Avash'gar.* \n\n``\"Hm.. Shelter up ahead?\"`` *He whispered under the rattling and coming up to the closest edge of the treeline that'd allow for clear sight to Shuvah and her make-shift camp, the wagon halted. Upon closer examination, which she would clearly have as Avash'gar had no intent of sneaking up on her, his royal blue and embroidered clothe would peak in spots not covered in laminar-lamellar armor. A well made kite shield sat on his back, whilst a long war mace strapped tightly onto his belt swayed slightly side to side with each step until at last he was only twenty or so feet from her.* ``\"Excuse me! Ma'am! Are you alright?\"``\n\n*The closest town wasn't so far from here. Maybe he'd let her hitch a ride in the back of his wagon until she could get somewhere to stay at an inn. Or maybe she wanted to be out here? He knew not but alas, he was more than intrigued by her once he was able to see her this close.. For whatever amount of seconds he had before he was either attacked or befriended. The thought only made his smile grow wider.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The dragoness scanned the stranger. He didn't seem harmful at all, but still, she had to be sure. What if the mercenaries they just fought called for backup? Or paid an assassin? She had to stay wary for some days at least.*\n*After noticing his growing grin, her suspicion dropped as she answered the friendly call.*\n`\"Ahem, yess, don't worry! I'm ssetting a camp for the night. I'll jusst have to get a meal and everything will be alright!\"` *She replied with a pronounced hiss.*\n*After somewhat of a mechanical step, she stopped and gazed toward the young man again as a bit of panic crossed her face.*\n`\"W-wait! Doess it sseem like I'm in trouble or ssomething?\"` *She stammered. She then nervously laughed at her own embarassment.* `\"Haha! It'ss rare to find reptilian damsselss in disstresss, riiight?\"`\n*For sure it was, even if it wasn't the case, but her joke's goal was to soften her own stress. Didn't she like to get helped by a wary gentleman who came out of nowhere? Or did she want to hide her feelings behind a scaly mask?*\n*She lightly blushed ; whatever the mission was, it failed.*\n`\"Actually, I wass about to hunt. But it'ss not my cup of tea in all honessty, I'm not the mosst disscreet creature around so it iss quite a burden for me.\"` *She confessed.*\n*Avash'gar could have noticed an injury on her right forearm, seemingly due to a burn. Some of her scales also presenting traces of blood around her nose, which indicated that she had previously battled as the blood didn't darken yet.*" }, { "author": "unholytacos", "message": "*Once the smell and sight wafted into his senses, Avash'gar tightened the grip he had on his already clenched fists. He was always able to control himself, but that didn't mean it was an easy task.. Especially in his early days of turning. He held his smile well, despite the sudden wave of temptation and once he had fought the thought out of his head, he considered what she was saying completely rather than letting the words in one ear and out the other. \nScales, wings, and a tail to befit a very independent woman, or so he thought. And even though he saw right through her façade trying to shield her from showing him her embarrassment, he showed no sign whatsoever of his knowledge on the sort. Instead, he considered the options. Would he really spend all this time helping someone he'd likely never come by again? No.. Likely not. But.. What if he did come by her again? Clearly this could be an investment if he befriended the young dragoness and one that could help both of them out in the long run. And so, Avash'gar let out a light chuckle and reached for the sky. A long stretch and a few twists and he made his way back to his wagon, where he proceeded to his armor and leave it in the back. Down went his war mace, his kite shield, and off came his cloak, which adorned sophisticated symbols and elegant patterns of embroidered white, revealing a canvas tunic beneath and his trousers with strapped boots. By the time he came back, he had a bow in hand, quiver attached to his outer thigh, and the same confident, cocky smile plastered from one crease to the other.*\n``\"Then would you like to take my hand for this.. Dance?\"`` \n*Avash'gar came off as friendlier than most. Almost too friendly.. But assuming Shuvah had paid attention to his subtle reaction to her injuries, maybe she had figured out who, or rather what, he was. Would a sranger really do all this for her and expect nothing in return? The answer was much more vague than she'd know or he'd let on. And so, he waited*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*While she expected an answer, it seemed like the stranger prefered to remain silent. A heavy one, that said. Before the latter turned back and equipped all of his gears, an ominous -yet invisible- sort of wind stroked her crimson skin. Shuvah's anxiety came back to the charge as she felt this supernatural feeling overpower her, although she couldn't really understand its meaning. What was that guy hiding from her?*\n*In any case Avash'gar seemed ready to confront the faune around here.*\n`\"Wow. That'ss quite an arssenal you got there, maccen!\"` *She jokingly exclaimed.* `\"Do you really need all of thiss sstuff to hunt a wild boar or a rabbit?\"`\n*Once again, the joke was a decoy to her true feelings, as the crimson lady's muscles tightened in ancitipation, making her able to react in case the unknown man intended to attack her. After all, it wouldn't have been the first time for Shuvah to defend her scales from a bounty hunter.*\n*It was before his last question made things even more tense. He was __too__ kind.*\n`\"...\"` *The wyvern sighed as she though a new fight was imminent and inevitable now.* `\"Let me guesss... A mercenary paid you for my head? Or you think my sscaless are worth something, correct?...\"`\n*She shrugged and rose an eyebrow.*\n`\"I prefer to warn you though. I'm as tough as I look. You wouldn't go away without getting sseverely hit at leasst oncce. Unlesss thosse aren't your intentionss?\"`\n*This certainly was her final inquisitive warming before real hostilities would have begun.*" } ]

[ { "author": "unholytacos", "message": "``\"Hm?\"`` *Blasted.. She didn't trust him. Well! This was already off to a bad start. She was definitely in the right to be wary of him even if she knew not how hard he had to slap his own instincts. Though, his equipment may have been arsenal-like, he had left all but his clothing and bow in the back of his wagon. She could easily skewer him right now, as his armor and assortment of melee weapons were tucked away, leaving the vampire in only a short sleeved canvas white tunic and long, royal blue trousers which cut off at the hem of his leather buckled boots. If he were to in fact try attacking her, he had the clear disadvantage.*\n``\"Your scales are sleek and strong, I'm sure. Definitely worth a pretty piece if you were to... Strip them.\"`` *He exclaimed as he took another step in her general direction. Perhaps she'd find it illogical that her enemy would allow himself so close to her, an unarmored one at that. His smile faded and instead a strange and emotionless face took it's place. His hand stayed up as a sign to take it, and before he took another step he parted gentle lips to speak again.* ``\"However, why would I allow myself so close to someone if my intent was to down you for good? I have this bow here, my young lass. And I could have stayed atop my wagon and simply peppered you from afar.\"`` \n*Yes.. Perhaps logic was the way to go about his reasoning. He did in fact wish to stay on her good side if at all possible. But what would it take for her to believe him? He was in fact* ***Too*** *Kind, and he knew it. But he was indeed intending to turn a profit from this experience, even if it meant it was not an immediate transaction so to say. His smile came back, a sly grin which sat so perfectly with his youthful face. His bangs fell over his forehead and intervened with the piercing set of eyes that gazed into her own whether it be an ominous aesthetic or not, the timing was.. Perfect! Such as cinematic. Would she believe him? He only had one way to find out*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "`\"You... Are probably right.\"` *She audibly admitted.*\n*Shuvah lowered her guard after the macen's reasoning reached her naive mind. She loosened her body as the vampire slowly approached her. She never had to be this way before, though. Shame crossed her thoughts, and her seemliness urged her to apologize.*\n`\"Exxcusse me, ssir. I had to fight a bunch of merccenariess yessterday, sso I'm sstill being a little tensse toward new encounterss.\"` *She lowered her chin to ask for forgiveness.*\n*The wyvern would have then waited for the stranger to react for a little while before initating the introductions. If he was really willing to help her, the least one could've done is to know each other.*\n`\"My name'ss Shuvah. I'm wandering acrosss the landss to find a ssettlement that I could integrate and live in. Oh, and I alsso help thosse in needss when I can.\"`\n*A sort of pride illuminated that last assertion. Avash'gar could've probably felt all the honesty and kindness which were hidden in this imposing -yet feminine- body, bursting out of her lips like an erupting volcano. Even her vermilion scales weren't able to hide her feelings which shaped her cheeks and mouth into a big, warm grin.*\n*Her true nature finally showed itself.*" }, { "author": "unholytacos", "message": "``\"Much better~\"`` \n*Success. By the slimmest of margins he was able to ensure his head stayed atop his shoulders, for he would have had to scramble about to make his way back to his wagon had he been attacked then and there. He let his piercing gaze fade into a subtle stare and loosened up his body, which would have been ready to burst back at any moment given the circumstances only seconds prior. With Shuvah's trust now back in his grasp, Avash'gar was more confident in letting her in on his own name, and so once again his lips parted ways whilst the very hand already extended attempted to reach for her shoulder, for a reassuring pat.* ``\"A beautiful name, Shuvah. I am Avash'gar. Avash'gar Nilithiel, self esteemed travelling mage at your service this fine night!\"`` *His tongue rolled itself to mock nobles and their own pride in a playful and clearly fake tone of voice. To add icing to the cake, he threw one hand upward, struck a pose and upon finishing his phrase came down with a magnificent bow to his 'guest'.*\n*Lightening the mood was more or less the better option, and seeing as how she was already beaten a fair amount, he'd hope she would be content waiting at her camp as he scouted and hunted down some of the local game here. Upon standing back up, cleared his throat and asked what she planned on.* ``\"So, Shuvah. You don't seem to be in the best shape at the moment. Would you like to rest a moment, while I find something for us to dine on?\"``" } ]

[ { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "`\"...\"`\n*Shuvah thought twice before speaking, but her closed lips refused to open. She didn't know what to answer. As the hunter started moving, she followed him, trying her best to not cause too much noises, although her heavy steps sometimes broke small branches that were randomly dispersed here and there.*\n*The wyvern actively tried to say something. A n y t h i n g actually. She totally was the talkative type, and acting as a silent wall wasn't resembling herself at all. 'Damn Shuvah, you have to talk!' she thought. But there was something that she could've agreed with in all of Avash'gar's speech. She shared his opinion about nobility, as she believed in equality between social classes and races. At least, it was her ideal of the current society.*\n`\"A fine point indeed! True companionss are thosse who don't care about fame, or money. Greed iss ssomething I don't really undersstand in collective conssccioussnesss.\"` *She nodded, as her hiss absolutely destroyed her last word.*\n*As they walked into the woods, the reptilian lady progressively accustomized to her new friend's flatters and gallantry. A rare occasion that she had to seize and to savor. She even succeded at releasing a soft giggle at the latter's last charming tease.*\n`\"You know, I ain't that tough. I mean. I think that you are ssmart enough to piercce through my massk anyway. Insside of thiss body liess a frail woman's heart. Buuut I don't think I am the lady type, ass you qualified me.\"` *She jokingly replied.* `\"I'm more of a woman who would help you reach the top shelf, haha!\"`\n*It seemed like she found a fitting solution to parry his speeches. She had to fight fire with fire, as teasing was totally her style. The hunt was surely becoming exciting that evenning.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The two would hear a rustling in the nearby woods, something heavy. They got faster and faster, and it's obvious that there's two now. Two massive Owlbears would crash out of the woods, the pair shrieking at the two. They seem mad, and begin to charge Shuvah and Avash'Gar, because why not.*" }, { "author": "unholytacos", "message": "*Their bonding would have to be cut short.. As the sound of something barreled out of the forest, beyond their sight until finally their eyes confirmed it. A set of Owlbears. Avash'gar had to think quickly.. For now not only were they in a situation he had not anticipated but he was not armed to go toe to toe up close and personal. The young mage jumped upward and placed himself between Shuvah and the pair of fierce predators, his hands freeing themselves before crackling yellow energy course through his finger tips. As one hand charged, the other pulled out a small talisman with the word \"Knight\" Inscribed into it.. For if they had not proper protection, at least the summon would be able to tank one of them.* \n``\"Shuvah, are you in proper fighting condition? I'd like for you to stay out of this if you're not ready.\"`` *In that instance, he loosed a bolt of electricity at one of their front legs, in hopes of causing it to stumble to the ground, and down went the talisman which when striking the floor would light up a pentagram which shined a bright fluorescent shade of blue. A Macen knight began to push itself out of the summoning circle, armed with a two handed zweihander, arming sword, a warhammer, and a rondel dagger. Covered in gothic plate armor, Avash'gar did not need his armor. His summon would be his armor. Assuming the bolt struck true and toppled one of them momentarily, the trio would have a chance to inflict some damage on the lone owlbear that did not lose momentum as it charged them.* ``\"Perhaps we've found dinner after all..\"`` *He chuckled softly in anticipation for the upcoming battle. It'd been a while since he had a chance to let loose anyways.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The forest seemingly blessed (or cursed?) the two hunters as they patrolled for food. But who were the preys? Those owlbears were king among the woods, and these two humanoid figures could've certainly served as a good sandwich as well. This unexpected and sudden encounter bonded the four creatures in a battle to the death.*\n*Shuvah's feelings faded away as the danger burst out of the thick bushes and revealed the two monsters. She readied herself for the impending fight.*\n`\"Are you kidding me?! Thosse are owlbearss! They could decapitate your head with a ssingle paw sswing!\"` *She shouted. Her voice was loud and rivalized that of a warrior now and her teasing smile faded away. She was getting serious.*\n*Once Avash'gar fired his Electric Bolt, Shuvah gently but firmly pushed him aside, and placed herself between the owlbears and the vampire. She unfolded her wings in all of their width and the grooves between her scales started glowing white hot. She didn't know if that would've intimidated the predators enough, yet it was instinctive.*\n`\"Sstay behind me Avash'gar! I will protect you!\"` *She firmly commanded as her body tightened in a defensive stance.*\n*By a snap of her claws popped a flame in her palm. She then blew on it, and the created flamethrower aimed at the left owlbear which didn't get targeted by his thunder magic. She hoped that it would've caused it to lose speed in its charge or maybe would've hopefully roasted its face.*\n```Shuvah starts the battle with 1 Minor Injury on her right calf and 1 old burn on her left arm.\n\n\nMana Pool: 25/60```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The right owlbear would stumble upon being struck by the electric bolt, but otherwise it would do nothing. It would drag itself closer to the two. The other owlbear would rear back as it was torched by the flames, attempting to shield its face with its paws.*\n\n*After that was over though, the torched owlbear would charge back at Shuvah and slash at Shuvah using both claws, standing on its hind legs, it's beak poised to strike afterward.*" }, { "author": "unholytacos", "message": "`\"Now! Knock it off balance!\"` *His voice was stern, strong, and filled with an air of authority but the command was not to be barked at Shuvah. The knight summon would obey his command and charge the owlbear as it stood on two legs; This was when it'd be most vulnerable to knockback, and with a large man covered in gothic plate, the consequences were not nearly as severe. Avash'gar would seize this opportunity to ready himself thoroughly.. Notching an arrow and beginning his draw while strafing slowly to the left. The moment Shuvah was safe from the trajectory of the shot, the mage would aim his steel headed arrow directly at the head of the second owlbear, who's limb should have been paralyzed for the next small seconds. And so he took the shot, fingers slipping away as delicately as possible as the bowstring whizzed past his nose and cut through the air. His arrow released from it's confinement flew gracefully, for it was a well placed shot, and before he had a chance to think he had instinctively reached to his hip to grip the feathers of his next arrow. \nThe vampire continued to strafe away from Shuvah, drawing attention to the second Owlbear, and whether or not the knight's two handed attack with the Zweheinder toppled the first he'd part lips once more to intercept the second one's charge should it do so. Unfortunately, Avash'gar had to play this safer than he wanted to. His armor and melee weapons had been left in his wagon, so he couldn't allow them to stay too close unless he wanted to get torn to shreds faster than a butter and hot knife. Thinking back on it, that was a stupid decision.. Not that he'd expect to run into a pair of the area's apex predators. Even with the sense if imminent danger, the mage began to grin widely, one edge of his lips creasing slightly to fit the other's. As much as he hated to admit, it was this thrill he very much enjoyed* `\"For you never feel so moved to put everything on the line.. But when the line becomes paper thin\"`" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*Shuvah knew about the difference in strength between herself and the monsters. Nothing guaranteed her that this summoned soldier would've effectively blocked a powerful foe like this predator, and so she remained ready to counterattack. Her comrade was safely turning around her to fire his arrows, so she was in position to take hits for him, eventually. She quickly concluded that saying where she was and acting as a frontline for the mage-archer was the best decision she could've made.*\n*But the torched bear was already attacking, and fast at that. The reptilian lady would've protected her head from the beast by placing her right forearm in front of it. Thanks to her hardened scales, it would've hopefully negated much of the incoming cutting damage.*\n*Moreover, in case the plated knight wouldn't have been able to repel or able to make the owlbear stagger from his slash, Shuvah would've profited that the predator was standing taller than her to counterattack by aiming her horns right into his throat.*\n*Her hissing tongue seemed to have ran away as she was too focused to say a word right now.*\n\nMana Pool: 30/60 (+5 Regained)```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The knight protector blocks the attack long enough for Avash'gar to put an arrow in it's skull, but owlbear skulls are harder than human skulls, and it doesn't immediately go down. Oof. Fortunately, Shuvah's horns would be able to pierce its thick hide, penetrating the owlbear's artery, a fatal blow.*4\n\n*The arrow thuds against the owlbear's forehead, lodging itself partially in the creature's skull, but not outright killing it. It walks around twice in a circle, seemingly disoriented, then charges back at Avash'gar.*" }, { "author": "unholytacos", "message": "*Crap.. A hit but not a bullseye. Oh well.. The knight would be instructed to aim for it's forehead, and to use his war hammer to stun the beast so his Master could get another shot in. If all went well, he'd aim now for just below the temple on it's side, between the ear and eye and underneath the cheek bone, as that would be where the jaw attached itself to the skull and in turn would take less force to penetrate. If this was successful, perhaps he could even dislodge the bone there and cause intense pain and disorientation. It took a lot out of him to summon such a battle-worthy being beside him, so he'd take all the time he could to reserve his arcane pool.*\n`\"How're you holding up darling!?\"` *He shouted whilst keeping his eyes on his own combatant, and with another calm breath, draw and release he loosed another arrow into the spot he was aiming for, hoping to tear through flesh and muscle and in the best case scenario, dislocate the jaw entirely. The weaving motions he made from stagnant to fluid was to ensure his footwork always led him back to his knight. If the bear would charge, his knight would always be close enough to intervene or repel it, as that was the plan at least. With such a strategy, he should be able to take this one down while Shuvah finished the one already fatally wounded. 'Let's dance, feather brain~' He thought and the same grin stayed vibrant on the young man's face along his delicate features, and the sweat beginning to drip down his temple and forehead. As he had said earlier, he was always better at performance when something was on the line. His dumb decision of leaving items behind and sacrificing safety only made it more satisfying to know that he didn't* ***Always*** *Need that safety. In fact.. His magic was a safety he would always have on him, a security that would otherwise fail if noted by an opponent. It was indeed his trump card to lack for his physical prowess, and so long as he disguise it, he would always be safe.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The reptilian lady mechanically closed an eye as the monster collapsed on her. She didn't move before she felt a warm, thick liquid pouring down her horns and dripping on her face and fiery hair. She rose her sight and gazed upon the beast which just impaled itself on her dangerous tools. Shuvah seemingly made the right decision by trusting her own brawn.*\n*A shiver crossed her spine. She just slaughtered an apex predator like a heartless brayer would've killed a weaker enemy. For a moment, it reminded her of her own monstrosity and strength, and reminded her why people were afraid of her.*\n*A tear leaked from her crimson eyes as she pulled out her horns from the mortally injured foe, and the two fighters collapsed on the bloodstained grass: one from death, the other from sorrow.*\n`\"I... I-I... I'm... Fine, Avash'gar...\"` *She faintly stammered, her voice flickering like a leaf.* `\"The owlbear'ss... Dead...\"`\n*She really wasn't proud of herself at this moment, and that was all she was capable of replying to her partner. She then wiped out her bloody cheeks and turned toward the vampire, and quickly realized truth: the battle wasn't finished. She still had to protect him. She would've had time to cry afterward, but their lives still were at stake right now.*\n*Realizing her mistake, she would've stood up again and would've run toward the archer as he would've now been defenseless from the other opponent.*\n`\"Oh Godss Avash'gar! CAREFUL!!!\"` *She would've screamed, frightened.*\n*She knew the summon wasn't strong enough to completely stop the owlbear, as she experienced it right before. Whenever she would've arrived near her partner, Shuvah would've become unconsciously driven by her maternal instincts, fueled by her will and her desire to protect others, resulting in the awakening of a new magical potential inside her female warrior body: Hestia's Bastion. But it would've probably been too late, as the owlbear was already charging.*\n\nMana Pool: 10/40 [-20]```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The owlbear would crash into the spell, being stopped suddenly by Shuvah's newfound power. It would shriek in confusion, then attempt to swipe at Shuvah. It still has an arrow in its forehead.*" }, { "author": "unholytacos", "message": "`\"Thank you, Shuvah\"` *He whispered.. Even if she couldn't hear him in the heat of the moment, she had allowed him to set up a follow to her lead.*\n*His grin came to fruition, a gentle smile now gracing his features. How amazing.. What loyalty could be found in companionship. How much joy could be found in knowing someone had your back? To an extent, Avash'gar felt a shred of guilt, knowing damn well that he wouldn't be able to show that kind of loyalty and mean it. But now was not the time to think of such benefits. Quickly, he dropped the bow and rushed the owlbear, muttering softly in preparation. As instructed, he told his knight one firm instruction: Strike the head with his war hammer should it get close enough. The factors added up, and it made for an opportunity that the mage would otherwise consider a chance. And so, in unison the following would likely happen.* \n*As the owlbear crashed into the spell and stopped completely, down came the head of a 60cm war hammer onto the top of the skull from a two handed slam downward. Avash'gar slipped the rondel dagger from his summon's belt, and rounded his way to the side of Shuvah, who would become a target from the owlbear with it's own swing but leave him an opening. At the same time his knight slammed the hammer down, the vampire would empower his next strike, a glowing blue enveloping the dagger and upward he stabbed from a low lunge. If everything worked, the dagger would pierce the neck and follow through to slice into the throat. Surely a fatal blow should he land it.*\n\n```Empowered Strike used: 5 Mana\n20 (+10 Mana regained)/40\nMana Pool 30/40```" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The scaly lady opened her eyes again after the collision. What happened? She looked confused, glancing at the aura covering her wings. 'What the...' She thought. She didn't remember to possess that kind of power. Her body wanted to stretch, but it seemed unable to move. Did she get paralyzed?*\n*Whatever happened, the hunter was alive, and that's what mattered most. As the latter escaped her protection and got back to fight, Shuvah would've helplessly gazed at him in a slight panic as she walked at a drastically low pace.*\n`\"I-I can't... Move... Be careful Avash'gar! I don't really know what happened, but I'm like... Nearly paralizzed!\"` *She yelled, seemingly not aware of her new power.*\n*She really hoped that his tactics would've saved him this time, as no motherly wyvern was gonna protect him from the predator this time.*\n*During this turn, her action would've consisted in trying to move all she could at a 4,5mph speed, since her awakened power, Hestia's Bastion, would prevent her from moving much.*\n\n\nMana Pool: 15/40 [-20] (+5 regained)```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The owl bear would let out a gurgly shriek as the dagger stabbed into its neck, killing it. It then collapsed to the ground, dead. Free food.*" }, { "author": "unholytacos", "message": "*Avash'gar paused for a moment, hands and forearms covered in the warm, rich blood of his now slain prey. The scent stung his nose, but he was able to fend off any urges before they came. First, the hesitation came as he checked to ensure the whole fight was over. Then came the hard and heavy breaths as his body language indicated that he was indeed 'done with the deed', huffs of air forcing themselves in and out of his lungs. The big boys had been taken down, and this young mage would be able to start salvaging the hide and claws. He was luckily rather skilled in taxidermy and skinning, so the process didn't take too terribly long.. Quickly, he rolled their hides with the heads still intact and slice the meat into a number of cuts based on which part of the body it was. Once all was said and done, and maybe he'd have the young dragoness watching over his shoulder the whole time, he'd drop the rondel dagger and nod to his summon before the knight dispersed in a wind of fluorescent blue.*\n`\"An excellent job you did out there.\"` *He exclaimed as he wiped his bloody hands along his trousers and Prepare to carry back the hides to his wagon. The meat was slung together from a make-shift support of twigs, vines and shrubbery slung over his shoulder, and another was crafted for his current companion which he'd have handed to her assuming all this took a moderately fast time to do. The entire time, he was somewhat silent. Likely because he was focused on saving them some time and getting back to camp, due to it likely becoming Night as they knew it.* \n`\"Had you not saved me, I could be a shred of meat and bone by now~\"` *He praised in a teasing voice in hopes of raising her spirit. She had a right to be prideful, hustling with two apex predators and coming out on top. As for the vampire, he was unsurprised. Her physical strength matched with his capability to survive made for a deadly duo assuming they played the cards as they did. Perhaps this would be a memory he'd enjoy*" } ]

[ { "author": "unholytacos", "message": "*His first window had closed itself off, for she had become too accustomed to his teases and prods of utter embarrassment. Though his first window had presented itself as shut and railed, his second succeeded. His prompted stare to the sky was successful in drawing her own gaze upward through the blackened canopy. During her second of thought, she could hear just a second before she would come to face him a small gulp. If she payed attention to his kebab still, it was indeed missing a piece. A small gesture of concern would be prompted instead before he turned his attention to her and attempted to flatter her, only to be met with such an answer as she gave. Hah.. A tease? Was that what she saw him as? Yes. He was very much so a tease. He was a silver tongued snake, and he knew it from the moments he realized he had one. In fact, that silver tongue made itself very useful right now, as he had slithered his way between obstacle and another, with his own metaphorical scales of sleek and shining royal blue. He had been trying all this time so coil himself around her, and take her as his own asset, that he had taken measures to ensure her trust already. He himself was nearly a kebab mere moments into their meeting. He listened closely to her, her words. Her tone. Her sincerity. He listened for a breach in the walls. A crack even, the slightest wither in her defense that he could take advantage of and use to his own advantage. And alas, his silver tongue caught scent, and his body moved to get it's slender opportunity into fruition.*\n`\"Alas.. I am a tease Shuvah. But you do not realize how much thought I've had to endure since our meeting..\"` *Inward he leaned further, his breathe felt on her cheek barely as his parted lips were closer to her ear. His face had closed more distance than ever, and she could see his eyes staring into the distance, was something else on his mind? Something she didn't know yet? Mayhaps the curiosity would get to her but that's what he'd need-*\n\n*-to ensure he could properly pull this off.* \n`\"You mentioned beauty earlier, did you not young dragoness? You mentioned living..\"` *Closer. Their temples were almost touching. He had now leaned in further, to which his torso faced her direction, and his hand not gripping the log rounded about and laid on his lap..* `\"You mentioned learning.. What is night but daylight pending? What is love but friendship blooming..? What is need but want unwavering...?\"` *Closer.. He nudged her gently so, all she could truly feel would be his hair brushing softly along and it almost seemed like he would attempt a kiss on the cheek.. Before he backed away. When he came back to her, face to face, she could see the narrowing of his eyes, and his lips had lost the cocky grin they bore earlier with seemingly no repercussions. If he had caused her become flattered, that was his goal in the end.* `\"We have much to live for Shuvah.. We have much to learn. Our entire lives remain in front of us, and we must grasp what we have while we have it..\"` *Again she could see it. His smile. But was it the smile of a tease? No, not at all. It.. Looked.. More genuine. It seemed more real. He reeled further back, so that his spine no longer reached in her direction, but stood straight. His posture and composure were now returned to that of a traveling noble so if felt. His cloak flowed softly, ever so softly and his hair had a hard time holding it's shape with how gentle and vibrant it seemed in retrospect to the light of the campfire. The embers coming up from burnt wood shined in the reflections of his eyes, and before he had said his next words, he almost looked fake. It all went together too well. He dressed nicely, he spoke nicely, his manners seemed to hold themselves higher two, three or even fourfold steeper than that of anyone else. He seemed all too perfect from this one encounter.* \n`\"Had our paths crossed at a later day and age.. Had I seen the beauty of your soul when I was ready to-\"`\n\n`\"-indulge in a life without adventure, I may have plucked you from your field of roses and embraced your thorns. For the petals of this fresh, vibrant flower have more worth than the pain of her jagged spines.\"` *He set the kebab on the log, without looking away and proceeded..* `\"How can I think of the sustenance such a creature can bring me, when my mind is filled to the brim with the sweet whispers of meeting one as innocent as yourself? How can I think of anything else, when the warmth of this fire wraps itself around me so and provides itself a beacon to the lost and hopeless? For to have fire in the soul..\"` *..He paused, before going to stand, and he reached out one more time. For he decided.. This started with asking her hand for a dance. Let them end it with what he had proposed from the start.*`\"..Is to have something nothing else will amount to.\"`" }, { "author": "kuruminoah", "message": "Tana-\"Okay\" **Shuvah leaves**" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*Successful tactics indeed. Shuvah sketched a brief smile as the vampire's tricks got the better of her sight. She naively was about to ask him about the taste, delighted by the warm feeling that such a simple action like sharing a meal could've provided to her kind soul, before her companion would've begun to lay the groundwork to his conquest attempt. Suppressing her own question to allow his reply, Avash'gar was now free to set his plans going, as the talons of his words would've started to grip her heart tigher and tigher.*\n*Still, the reptilian would've found time to babble within his speech.*\n`\"... Endure? What do you mean, Ava'?\"`\n*Intriguing. What was him up to? What could've such an eloquent character possibly wanted from a simpleton like her? A mere goose, a silly personality who found happiness and comfort in moments such as sharing a hunt - or a meal - or discovering a new friend?*\n*And he pursued his indefatigable conquest, expanding his lands with each new inquisitions which became sharper and shaper, and his cavalry of words becoming stronger and stronger whilst these dreaded warriors marched onward to the opposing royal castle.*\n`\"I... I did mention that, yess... But-\"`\n*Unfortunately, it was much too late for the wyvern queen. The rempart and the lawful knights protecting her throne wouldn't have held steady for much longer. It was only a matter of time before the silver imperial army's battering ram would've staved the crimson gates.*\n`\"Ava', what are you do-\"` *She instinctevely moved her head slightly aside when he approched his.*\n*And defenseless the dragoness was, as the conqueror's plans were beyond her grasp. Soon enough, a vanquisher would've been crowned. It was time for the grande finale.*\n*She had endured and faught well for a few hours now, but as the torrent of steel flowed the scarlet citadel, she couldn't take no more. The scaly queen conceaded defeat, signing the triumph of the silver emperor.*\n\n*Shuvah unconsciously surrendered and let go. His words, his manners, his seriousness... No matter how simple, no matter how fierce, no matter how monstuous a lady could've been: she was still a woman. Her large and strong thighs tighened and squeezed under her tassets, her fangs bit her paralyzed lips, her scales shivered one by one. Her heart was overwhelmed... Overheated... On the verge of explosion.*\n`\"Ava'... Thi-thiss issn't funny anymore, sstop...\"`\n*Futile. A desperate move which got instantly parried. He won, and she knew it. She couldn't refuse his flattery anymore -if that wasn't more like his obscure schemes from the beginning.*\n*But he didn't stop there. What was an emperor without his empress? Soon enough, the vanquished dragoness had to look up to her new master, as the latter offered his hand. A highly symbolic offer, which she wasn't in position to refuse now.*\n*Shuvah extended an arm and placed her claws on his palm, tilting her head and evading the vampire's piercing gaze that lurked on his captured prey. Her cheeks were teary.*\n`\"I-I don't know Avash'gar... N-nobody ever spoke to me like thiss... I-I don't know w-what to do now... Y-you caught me off-guard...\"`" }, { "author": "unholytacos", "message": "*Yes..* ***Crack*** *Went the foundations. Once they staggered, the words of the silver tongued snake had begun to squeeze tightly around his prey. Once; He swayed her words and began to slither round her castle. Her armies had been avoided, her battles were small in number, and lacking in resistance and he now met her at the drawbridge to her keep which lay the crimson queen. Once; Her question surfaced, only to be repressed by her genuine curiosity. His words spoke of dreams she had not yet witnessed. His body gave signal to something she had yet experienced. His eyes forged a fire hotter than any ember emanating from her fireplace. Her first questions battered away, he had made it through her mote and onto the drawbridge, knocking on the castle gates for entry as he had not yet gained permission to enter. So his words pressed further.* \n***Crumble...*** *The serpent's plan, it's efficiency, it's progress began to show. Her foundations shook to and fro as his sweet words snaked into her mind. A simpleton as her..? No, he would not allow her to dwell on such naïve thoughts. For he had painted her to be a queen, from the moment they met. For he had ensured she was comfortable of her status through constant flattery. As every queen haveth a bodyguard, the snake had disguised itself as the stool to her rise of power and crowned her queen of her lands. She had become prideful of her status when she accepted his teasing, for she had began to fall into his trap. He had set up the pieces and brought only the finest of details into this short but dreadfully long skirmish. And yet he once more cast her worries aside. For he mentioned that true to her. For he mentioned what she lived by. For the cast had been thrown and the young dragoness had taken his bait. And so he pressed further more, ready to ram down her gates and confront the one sitting comfortably on her throne. \"Further.. Further I must go!\" The mind of the mage pushed itself beyond what he thought capable as-*\n\n*-victory was only another push ahead. Another push ahead and he would be able to see light between the opening doors to her throne room. And so another shift, and powerful scales of white and blue crumbled her foundations and watched the strength of her walls linger and wither away slowly but surely.*\n***Fall..*** *Her knights failed to protect her. For her guards were no match for the mass coiling itself around her. Her castle lay way to siege, but the attacker was not painted as one. Oh no, he was painted as something else entirely. Her walls crumbled beneath the pressure of the serpent's body but it continued to constrict. The courtyards and gardens were under his control. The staircase which led up to her castle's entrance crushed and now rubble as the snake's tongue worked itself further in. The young mage pushed open her doors with such force that she couldn't say no to him any longer, and as Avash'gar walked into her chandelier lit halls bearing forth the devilish grin of a victor, the doorway blocked itself off with strong and sturdy scales of his very own royal colors. Her rug which ran from entrance to throne now being traversed by one she may have never anticipated, but he had treated her like a queen for her entirety of knowing him. As her structure remained isolated from the rest of the current world, he reached for her with a cunning so misunderstood that she had painted it as pure and utter praise. For her image of Avash'gar was that of a gentleman. That of a man so kind that she could not resist. That of a window to a world she had never viewed. For when she did become aware of such a window, she could open it to find she was queen of her own lands, but not before his plan of conquer had already been underway. For this kingdom was partially his all along; She simply hadn't realized it yet. For the light shining off his scales displayed beautiful fields and a country under her own grasp, but in the end it was simply his coiled grip and her-*\n\n*-imagination which gave such a royal air. And yet, the snake was more than willing to take every ounce of what he hadn't painted for her as his own. Victory was now in his grasp, her castle had been seized, and her crown was now his as he grasped onto her as his own extension. The snake's massive head lifted itself above the castle's high towers, tongue tasting the scent of his glorious award, before falling protectively over the highest of rooftops where it'd spend the remainder of it's time staring out to the world. This was the power of the serpent. This was the cunning of the mage's tongue, and the rewards were bountiful as her kingdom began a new era under his.. Their.. Influence.* \n`\"Do not worry.. We have much to learn. Let this be one of your many lessons.. And let it be a fun one at that.\"` *Slowly he hoisted her upwards and curled his fingers around her own. His grip was tight and secure as a second hand came around to lay rest on the small of her back, where he let his arm naturally pull her inward. There, in his grasp, perhaps she'd feel nervous? Perhaps she'd feel scared? But most of all, this man had just recently thrown himself into life or death beside her. Had he not accompanied her, she may not be here enjoying her meal and more so enjoying her night. She'd not have had a hand to hold, eyes to lock with, smiles to see and give and a conversation such as that they had and were having. But here in the warmth of the fire, underneath a veil of black and sparkling, glittering white the mage had asked for one small dance to top the night as it was. And so, he ushered for her to wrap her arm round the back of his neck, and let that same, devilish grin show itself once more on his face.* `\"Have you ever been graced the opportunity to dance with someone, Shuvah? If not, then simply follow my lead.. Nice and slow..\"`" } ]

[ { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "After Yukine's last mission was... Very painful for her, the kitsune returned to the place where she had first arrived before that happened. The return trip took some time, but it had finally arrived. It was a small village with very kind people who helped her when she arrived in Salvania for the first time. And there she was, walking the stone roads, dressed in her everyday clothes, and relaxing a little before one more of her adventures began." }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "Dazed from the trip, Momo trudged through the dirt while carrying his khakkhara and oibako. He finally made it here to this semi-rundown village. It was a normal peasant village made of wood, straw, and stone. Momo was able to catch a glimpse of it earlier when he hitchhiked on that caravan before.\n\nHe'd come here for a New Sunlight. *Honestly, fledglings received the most inconveniencing quests...* Although this place did remind him of home. Anyway, there'd been suspicions of the lord of this area taxing this village to the bone. Momo's job was to observe the village for a bit to gather any evidence or disapprove this theory. \n\nFrom the looks of it, it was indeed quite an impoverished area. The stone roads were faded and slightly chipped, the houses could be broken down by a couple of hardy swings of a Titan or Oni. Although interestingly the greenery seemed to be lively and a waft of fresh air would occasionally pass by. \n\nThe village also offered excellent hospitality, when Momo entered he was greeted with gentle nods and smiles. *Although it did seem a bit forced, and Momo could feel eyes on him. Especially staring at his silk attire, maybe he shouldn't have worn it.* Nonetheless, he'd continue walking around to find some sort of village headman hut until he heard soft whispers. Looking over, it was two children behind a small wooden shack, \"\"The fox lady is back, the fox lady is back!\" \n\nToggling on his Unseelie and holding onto the ring of his kharakka to damper the sound, Momo sneaks behind the children and looms over their shoulder to see what'd they been gawking at. It was a fine dressed, beautiful kitsune with silky long hair. Of course she stood out from this village, even more so than Momo. *Was she perhaps also a visitor? Or perhaps her extravagant appearance means she's related to the lord?*" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine would be happy to arrive in the village and notice the children who used to play in the streets during the day, this reminded her of days she did not have with her younger brother. Despite the feeling inside her and the memory that came to her mind, she offered a smile to them, and to Momo who was behind them. The fae looked a little difficult to see, which made her raise her eyebrow for a moment, soon realizing that he might just not like to attract attention. Yukine turned to the three and waved slightly, opening her arms as if offering a hug.\n\n\"Hiiii kids! How are you?\"\n\nThe two children looked at each other and smiled, running up to Yukine and hugging her. They were very curious with her ears and tails, which were merged together forming a single fluffy tail, and loved watching her. \"Hey hey lady, where were you?\" They asked with bright eyes fixed on her.\n\n\"I was working. Where are your parents?\" She smiled, asking with a soft tone in her voice.\n\nThen she would look at the fae she had noticed behind the children. Although she couldn't see him so well, probably because of some magic, she could see the color of her hair. It was a pretty color, and it ended up getting her attention. She gently waved at him, which made the two children look back and frown. Maybe they hadn't been able to notice yet." }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "**Oops! Momo was a little embarrassed he was unable to hide his presence completely. But then again, he wasn't exactly fit to blend in with what he was wearing, and gazing over a small wooden shack would be a dead giveaway.*\n\nMomo steps out from behind the shack to apologetically wave at the children and Yukine. He gave a bashful smile and in a bit of nervousness, he put his hand behind head. \"Sorry, didn't mean to be a creep like that.\" He resumes to a more formal stance to holds his khakkhara with both hands and gave it a little shake. \n\n\"I'm a visitor of this village. I hope this doesn't sound too strange of me, but I was hoping to ask you a few questions miss Kitsune. But,\" Momo bends down to match the children's height. \"I see that you're busy right now.\" \n\nThe children would feel less threatened, although their grip on Yukine's tail had been a bit tighter. Their hands had small amounts of mud on them and patches of tinted brown were on Yukine's whitetail. One child was a pale reptilian who wore a ragged green kimono. The other was a dark felinid who wore a yellow but poorly sewn together kimono." } ]

[ { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Ah! No, no. Don't worry!\"\n\nYukine continued with the gentle smile on his lips, his hands on the children's backs to try to calm them down. Her tail wagged slightly in the air with the children's hands, which squeezed her lightly. Yukine's ears remained raised and listening for any noise. She listened carefully to the fae's speech in front of her, looking down at the children and then at him again.\n\n\"Oh, don't worry. I can answer the questions now if you want. The kids have to go home before it gets dark, right?\"\n\nThe children looked at the stranger a little and nodded slowly, a little suspicious of the person. They gave Yukine another hug before running through the streets, waving their hands to say goodbye to her and Momo. \"Bye bye fox lady!\" Yukine waved back to them and smiled. Ah, how good it was when she was a child just like them." }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "Momo waves goodbye to innocent little children, while they were running Momo notices the little felinid had a pair of tattered sandals, while the reptilian ran barefoot. \n\nGetting back up, Momo felt relief wash over him as the kitsune seemed very friendly. She's either an outsider fond of this village or perhaps the typical rich daughter of the lord taking pity on the place.\n\nMomo takes a quick glance of the area. It seems they were in off-section of the village, the faded stone path seemed to abruptly end at random. Only things nearby was the brown shack, and a dried out well. The well had grown moss and the shack seemed to have been infested with termites at one point. But most importantly, Momo had scanned the area to make sure that no one who could be a potential threat was nearby. \n\n\"My name is Momo Chabashira, from New Sunlight. It's a pleasure meeting you.\" Momo offers a small bow with a curtsy. \"I'm assuming you're not from this village Miss...?\" His tone inclines upwards, asking for her name." }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine did not fully trust the stranger who was watching her just now, but depending on the questions he was going to ask her, she would have no problem answering them. Her tails that were still merged together, forming a very fluffy tail, continued to move slightly through the air, suggesting that she was calm. However, upon hearing Momo's words, the kitsune's ears twitched quickly for a moment. She had heard about the New Sunlight somewhere, although she didn't quite remember where. Her bright red eyes watched the fae intently. She then smiled at Momo again, speaking with a sweet, calm tone in her voice. \n\n\"I'm Yukine. I'm sorry for not offering my full name, but I prefer that people don't know it. It's a pleasure to meet you, Momo. And no, in fact I am not from this village, but I always come here when I finish working.\" She paused for a moment, her big ears keeping slightly tilted towards him. \"New Sunlight, huh? I feel like I've heard that name somewhere.\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "Momo nods while Yukine spoke, implying that he agrees to respect her privacy. \n\n\"I'm glad you've heard of us! We're just another one of those guilds, ya know helping people and all that jazz. We just have a bit more members than others.\" Momo giggles a bit at his description. \n\n\"Have you noticed anything suspicious in this village? Like, something related to the lord perhaps?\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Ah yes, it seems that you work very well, from the description that I had heard from some people. And I can already see that you seem to be friendly too.\"\n\nYukine waited a while before answering Momo's question, thinking for a while to try to remember anything that might have been suspicious. In fact, there were some robberies in the village a few days ago, which she learned from talking to some residents when she had arrived from her trip. It seemed that events happened during the night, and they usually took what was valuable in people's homes. She looked at the fae and started to speak.\n\n\"Some people told me that there have been a lot of robberies these days, but I thought it was a normal thing to happen. It has nothing to do with the lord, but from what I know, his relationship is not very good with the villagers here.\" She paused for a moment, with an expression suggesting that she was trying to remember something. \"It seems that he doesn't care much about the village.\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "*Robberies? There didn't seem too much to take, although, the village wasn't heavily guarded either. In fact, the village didn't seem to be guarded at all. Momo wouldn't be surprised that ragtag bandits find this place an easy cash grab*\n\nMomo brings his forefinger to his lip, thinking about it some more. \"Yes, the lord doesn't seem to care much... Thank you for telling me about the robberies, do you know-\" \n\nBefore Momo could ask another question to Yukine, he hears large amount of footsteps and thuds nearby. He stops himself to listen, and takes a few steps back to peer over the shack. A heavily armored Red Oni is what he first sees but he quickly leaves Momo's line of sight. What followed him were about a dozen Kuileis carrying something in their arms. The Kulieis were polished and shined to perfection, and a strange symbol was carved on their chest. Looking closer, it seemed like they were carrying multiple, large bags of rice. It was so much rice that it could've fed the entire village, yet they were marching towards the exit. \n\nMomo turns back to Yukine and speaks softly, \"Is that normal?\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine watches Momo and blinks a few times when he stops talking for a moment, her big ears twitching at the sound of the steps that could be heard. Her tail also stops moving, as if she is focused on hearing the noise better and being able to identify where it came from. Yukine followed the fae so she could peek on what was happening nearby, her red eyes opening up a little more when she saw the Red Oni and the Kuileis carrying the bags. Turning to Momo to answer his question, Yukine shook her head and glanced at the Kuileis again.\n\n\"No, that's not normal. I never saw these Kuileis and that Oni around here, at least every time I stayed here.\"\n\nClose to the Kuileis, some villagers could be seen with expressions of indignation and sadness on their faces, watching as the bags of rice were carried towards the exit of the village. The same children of a little while together with their parents, hugging them while watching the Kuileis and the Oni walking." }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "From Yukine's response and the expression of the children, Momo knew that it had to be related to the taxes. He scooted away from the shack and looked toward the other side of where exit /entrance of the village would be. He turns back to Yukine, hesitating for a moment. *Did Yukine want to involve herself?* Momo didn't know, so he gave her a determined nod. Whether that meant to follow Momo or a simple farewell would be up to her. He begins to make his way down the path.\n\n—\n\nIf Yukine decides to follow Momo, they'd both be positioned behind a small cottage made up of wood and stone. At the front of the village's exit would be a well-armored Macen woman on a horse. Besides her was another horse waiting, most likely for the armored Oni. The Kuileis would be patiently standing the behind both of them. \n\nWhat appears to be an old withered man and his son were chatting with the Oni. The son was a Mogash, he was more physically capable than most of the villagers here. He stood next to and a little bit ahead of his father, like a bodyguard. He still wore a ragged garb of a kimono with a hakama, and equipped with a single katana. It seemed like a false sense of security if anything. \n\nYukine and Momo were a fair distance away and Momo couldn't make out their conversation. He whispers to Yukine, \"Do you hear what they're saying?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine looked in the direction of Momo, who appeared to be walking in the direction of the Kuileis and the Oni, and returned the nod he had given her. Without any hesitation, she followed him to the small cottage. \n\nShe kept her big ears up and tilted slightly towards the three who were talking, managing to hear only a few words that they exchanged with each other, but not so clear because of the distance they were in. After trying to hear them a little better, she turned to Momo and whispered gently.\n\n\"I couldn't hear everything, but they said something about taxes that were being paid. Apparently that woman, the Oni and the Kuileis are related to the lord. And they are carrying the rice harvest as taxes.\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "\"Tsk...\" Momo clicks his tongue. *Turns out New Sunlight's suspicions were correct.* Momo was unsure of what to do in their situation besides letting the storm pass, until a young dark elf girl appeared from the corner of his eye. \n\nThe Mogash and village chieftain had a solemn expression as she passed by them to join the Kuileis line. \n\nMomo turned to Yukine with an alarmed expression. He wanted to see if Yukine's expression showed that she wanted to interfere or perhaps it was better to not get directly involved?" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Upon seeing the woman going to the two men and up to the Kuileis line, Yukine's look changed from what Momo had seen before. Now she didn't seem as friendly as she seemed, her red eyes showing coldness and determination. She didn't know if Momo really wanted to interfere, so she decided to just glance up at him as a sign, and walked out of the back of the cottage. Yukine had no hesitation in her movements as she walked towards the Kuilei line, a quick glance at Momo as a smirk formed on her lips.\n\nTurning her attention to the Kuileis and the father and son who were there, they seemed to have noticed her presence almost immediately. The fluffy tail she had was broken into 9 fluffy tails, all matching the color of Yukine's long hair, which flew in the air along with the fabric of her skirt and kimono. Her red eyes and long eyelashes shining as they met the light of the sky. Each step being gracefully taken on the stone road that disappeared along the way out of the village, a small smirk being offered to the two men from afar.\n\nAs she walked, Yukine wondered if Momo would accompany her and try to find out more about it with her." } ]

[ { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "Momo puckers his lips, a pitch that arcs up and then down whistles from his mouth, \"*Woo...*\" \n\nThe Oni was awestruck by the Kitsune's display of elegance. Meanwhile, the Macen woman sat on her high horse unfazed. The Kuileis all turn to Yukine in a threatening stance, which stops her from approaching. \n\n\"An outsider?\" She spoke with heavy skepticism, her words seemed to bellow. She looks down upon Yukine and then turns back to the dark elf. She breathes out a disappointed sigh. \"A display of courage?\" \n\nThe Oni regains his posture and immediately grips onto his katana. Hearing the clank of his scabbard, Momo tucks his arms in. He inhales, exhales, and promptly steps out from his cover to catch up to Yukine. \n\n\"Oh no! We mean no disrespect.\" Momo grips his staff tighter and closer to his chest. His head lowers a little, and shoulders slumps as he jogs to a spot near Yukine. \"We heard that next time a woman from this village would be chosen to meet the esteemed lord. And we were wondering if...\" He gestures to both himself and Yukine. \"We could as well?\" \n\nThe Mogash and chieftain seemed to be stunned by the sudden turn of events, they did not expect two random outsiders to volunteer. However, they did not seem to argue or mind. They remained still with poker faces before the chieftain weakly uttered, \"...Yes. T-they had come here a few days ago asking to be apart of the trial... To replace the dark elf.\" \n\nThe Oni scoffs and brushes off what Momo and the chieftain said. He to takes a step forward but is quickly halted by the shaft of the Macen's yari. The Macen holds her yari and examines Yukine and Momo again. This time her eyes held a hint of curiosity. \n\n\"And what makes you think we'd take the two of you?\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine stopped when she saw the Kuileis turning to her, her red eyes studying them carefully as Macen asked her the question. She then turned her eyes on the woman and nodded, both hands resting on her hips, causing the long sleeves to hang in the air. Seeing the Oni holding his katana, he made Yukine's right hand open slightly, as if she were prepared to defend herself if necessary. Her smirk from before was gently broken so she could speak.\n\n\"I-\"\n\nYukine paused when she heard Momo's voice coming from behind her. So he was going to help her investigate more about that? Yukine's smirk returns to her lips, her hands relax and stay in the air as a friendly gesture for them. She glanced at the Macen and smiled, approaching Momo and placing a hand on his shoulder for support. Her nine tails moved gracefully through the air, each to one side, showing from afar how silky and light the fur was.\n\n\"Oh well, we are both beautiful women. We have great skills in magic, which can be very useful.\" Yukine gestured her hand as if offering something. \"Of course, we are young and we can meet a man's needs-\" \n\nShe used the hand on Momo's shoulder and brought it to her lips, whistling slightly. Her other arm went up in the air, and a few moments later, an aplomado falcon landed on her arm over the fabric of her kimono. She continued to speak, her hand gently stroking the bird's head.\n\n\"And for my part, I am one of the legendary species of Kitsunes, and the only survivor of a noble family from a kingdom far from here. Unfortunately my title is worthless, but I know how to behave like a lady.\"\n\nYukine glanced at Momo with a smile, that if he paid attention, he could see her vampire fangs. Soon after, she looked back at the Macen and waited for her answer, as well as the answer Momo could give if he wanted." }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "Yukine places her hand on Momo's shoulder, and in response, Momo leans into the Kitsune. He follows Yukine's lead by showing familiarity between the two, *Perhaps the Macen and Oni would believe they were close friends fangirling over the lord?*\n\n*Although, Yukine would be full of surprise.* A trick pulled out one after another, there was more to the fox beyond her beauty. The falcon would be a nice touch on an already polished display. Finally, the slight bear of her fangs gave Momo a sense of ferocity one wouldn't expect from how she spoke with children. Really, her antics might just have outshined Momo, he feared that they would only take Yukine instead.\n\nThe Oni watches the fur of Yukine's tail reflect in the sunlight, meanwhile, the Macen kept her unchanged expression. She was unimpressed but didn't seem disapproving either. \n\nMomo had to put on his own façade to keep up. He tilts head downward and feebly clutches his staff. \"F-for me, I also really want to meet the lord. I heard many great stories and legends about him.\" A lie. \"And, I've looked up to him.\" He nervously fidgets his legs together and his cheeks turn rosy. \n\nThere was a small window of time in which the air felt unmoving. Finally, the shaft of the yari moves away from the Oni. The Macen turns to shove the elf away and the Mogash immediately catch her fall. The Macen makes another movement with her reigns, and her horse turns to exit out the town. Quickly following her was the Oni getting on his own horse and escorting Momo and Yukine to follow the Kuileis line.\n\nThe two new potential candidates of the Lord's court make their way through the dirt path. They are behind one Kuilei and the Macen. Behind them were the Oni and the rest of the Kuileis. Each Kuileis had a weapon strapped next to them. Around the path was a dense forest that one could immerse themselves into. It had a intricate design of greenery, an artist could sit down on any spot of the path to just admire it all. \n\nMomo and Yukine were told to not to speak until spoken to. A small while passed and only the gallops of the horses, stomps of Kuileis, and rustles of the forest filled the awkward silence. It would again be the Macen who broke the tension, \"I know you two didn't volunteer out of sheer admiration or simple entertainment.\" She spoke with her back facing towards them.\n\n\"Why partake in the trial? The wealth? The status?\" She said. \"Or assassination?\" The last question rolled off her tongue, it seemed that she was so confident at crushing the idea that she could speak of it casually." } ]

[ { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "The silence would make Yukine think a bit while they walked down the path, her tails merging together one more time and forming one fluffy tail. She followed the Kuilei and the Macen, her red eyes glancing around and watching the forest. It reminded her of her kingdom. The nature and the peace the forests brought to her. *'I shouldn't have mentioned my home kingdom... At least it worked, and Momo is here!'* She glanced at the fae, soon her eyes turning its attention to the Macen as she spoke.\n\n\"Even if it was assassination, we wouldn't tell you. But the real reason we are here is for admiration and entertainment, as my friend told you earlier.\"\n\nYukine slowly wagged her tail as she walked, her tongue licking her fangs while she thought for a bit. She preferred not to say much so it wouldn't seem like she was the only one who talked there, she needed to let Momo speak too." }, { "author": "kuruminoah", "message": "The Macen responds to Yukine with a side-eye glare. Not wanting to say anything that might stir trouble, Momo simply nodded. The Macen turns her eyes back onto the road, she had the same jaded eyes like before.\n\nAfter an hour or so, the dirt path finally ended and the two would see a large manor in the distance. It was drastically different from the village with it's well constructed architecture and polished appearance. They'd first wait at the gated entrance, the guards bowing to the Macen and Oni before letting the line pass. Beyond the gate was a marvelous wooden bridge that made soft, satisfying thuds with each of their footsteps. The cooling sea breeze could easily be felt from where they were, and if they turned to the right they would already see the coast side. \n\nThey'd again pass through another gated entryway, and the Kuileis methodically marched toward an inner building. The Macen and Oni let themselves on the ground and one of the Kuileis passed his bags of rice to another to escort the horses to their pen. The Macen would lead the Kuilei line, but before she left she grips onto the Oni's shoulder, \"Escort them to their room. And *Don't* Do anything *Stupid*.\" The Oni nods and she lets go of her grip, followed by a light pat on the back. She leaves with the other Kuileis. \n\nThe Oni escorts Yukine and Momo to a smaller building toward the left with only one guard. Small chatter could be heard inside before the Oni roughly opens the door. He leads Yukine and Momo to their room, and once he leaves the small chatter returns." }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "\"Oh my god.\" Momo says with a sigh of relief. He puts down his items to one side of the room and collapses onto a nearby futon. He stretches for a bit. \"So Miss Yukine...\" He lets out more tired and whiny mewls. \"...Looks like we got ourselves into a mess.\" He laughs a little at their predicament." } ]

[ { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "A little tired of walking, Yukine was relieved to see that they had finally reached their destination. She would analyze every detail of the architecture that the manor had, which made her think that the village was certainly not as cared for as it should have been by the lord.\n\nCrossing the wooden bridge that led them to the entrance, Yukine looked at Momo a few times and then at the river that passed below them. *'Oh what a nice breeze...'* She thought, the tails merged together swaying slightly in the air while her ears twitched a few times because of the sounds of footsteps and the nature around them. She didn't even imagine that a day when she should be resting would be like this. Especially after what happened on her last mission, which made her a little worried. She didn't want to move around too much, with a fear that her hand might not have healed completely and fall at any moment. Yukine thought that was funny in a way, how good that man had healing powers and was able to give her her hand back. She smiled slightly and looked at her hand.\n\nBeing escorted with Momo to a room by Oni, Yukine observed the interior and showed no resistance to enter. Upon entering, she sat on a futon, a small laugh escaping between her lips. Her red eyes turned to Momo, and she smiled, her tails parting again and revealing her nine fluffy tails.\n\n\"Haha! Well, on the good side, we can have fun.\" She stretched a bit. \"I'm sorry for earlier, I think I got a little excited at that time.\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "\"For what?\" Momo finishes stretching and relaxes on the futon. \"Oh! That little stunt thing with your pretty tails and the,\" Momo hesitates for a moment, \"*Kingdom* Stuff? Don't be sorry, I think that's what helped us convince those losers.\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Oh, well... I didn't think about how you felt at that moment.\" Yukine shrugged and relaxed her body on the futon, turning herself so she could lie on her stomach, her tails resting on her legs and on her side. \"So, we didn't have time to talk much about ourselves. You said you're from New Sunlight, huh? I was thinking of joining them one day.\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "\"Yep! I came to the village for a request. Something about unfair taxes.\" Momo said. \"Why do you wanna join New Sunlight?\" He had a hint of genuine eagerness and curiosity in his tone." } ]

[ { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"I think it makes sense, everyone has a way of thinking.\" Yukine sighed and turned, now her front facing in the direction of the ceiling, her red eyes watching as if it were a beautiful landscape. \"And you Momo? Are you from this region?\" She turned her head to the side, arching an eyebrow at him, a small smile curving her lips.\n\nIt wasn't that she was very open about her feelings, but sometimes people needed to talk about difficult things in order to forget about them. For Yukine, she didn't mind talking to people about her past, but it always reminded her of the reason her kingdom had fallen and the death of the people she loved." }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "\"Hmm. The usual. From a small shrine in Lymia, born and raised there. Moved out here for the 'big city Salvainia' dream.\" He said that last part a bit mockingly. Momo twiddled with his hair, he thought *A lot* About his past but could never put it into the right words. \"Oh! And you're from a foreign kingdom?\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Oh? Interesting, I never stayed there, but it seems like a good place to explore.\" She paused, her ears twitching for a moment before she started to speak again. \"Yes, I am. It was a kingdom far from here, protected by the magic of our queen. If that hadn't happened, I certainly wouldn't be talking about it with you, but since it doesn't even exist anymore, I don't think it's a problem... But anyway, our people were very connected to nature and spirits. For example Stormi, I believe she has the spirit of a relative of mine...\" The falcon was flying around outside the house." } ]

[ { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "\"Ooh...\" Momo mumbled, he had actually gotten a bit confused by Yukine's explanation and her vague wording. Although, from the looks of it *Something* Happened at the kingdom and Momo didn't want to pry. \n\n\"My brothers and sister were also very connected to spirits! Ya know talking to the dead, seeing visions, fortune telling, all that jazz!\" Momo turned over to the falcon and politely waved. \"I haven't gotten the falcon's name. Or, the reincarnation of your relative's name.\" He giggles." }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Oh, the name of the falcon is Stormi.\" She chuckled a bit, her face soon after turning into a cold and slightly sad expression. \"My mother... She guides me when I'm lost...\" Yukine sighed. \"But uhm, about your sister and brother, I find that very interesting.\" For a moment, she remembered her younger brother who she ended up abandoning when she fled the destruction that was taking place in their kingdom. Yukine regretted that sometimes, but what was from the past was in the past, there was no way for her to go back in time." }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "*OH Stormi.* Momo was embarrassed forgetting that Yukine referred to the falcon as Stormi. Momo thought it was referring to a spirit of some sorts...\n\nMomo felt a bit awkward by Yukine's lowered expression. It seems she doesn't have good memories of the past. \"Hmm, my sisters and brothers were alright. They also guided me when I was lost. Although now I realize it was a false direction. I still cherish them though, even after all that's happened.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "\"Yeah. Now.\" Momo also turned to stare at the ceiling, putting his head on top of hands. \"So what're *You* Going to do now? Gonna pass the trial?\" \n\n*Momo wondered if Yukine volunteered herself to save the elf or if she had another motive. He remembered about the Kitsune's fangs and thought about what the Macen said. Would Yukine be the type to assassinate the lord? Her kind behavior toward him, the village, and Stormi told Momo no. But judging from her extravagance appearance and mysterious past, he was prepared for more surprises.*" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Passing the trial is not really my priority, honestly I don't want to get married or live here.\" She gave a small laugh and closed her eyes, her long eyelashes touching her skin. \"I came here to investigate it further. But when this is over, I think I'll keep working to get money. I still have a long time to really figure out what I want.\" She glanced at Momo. \"But *Now*, I want to try to become more powerful.\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "It was a long night and to pass the time small gossip bounced between the walls. The occasional rustles and shifts of the guard's armour would immediately cause the whispers to fall flat, but the chit-chat eventually bounced back up. This cycle of up and down continued till the morning had come.\n\nThe same Kemonomimi guard at the front were the ones to wake up Momo and Yukine. *Was he there the whole night?* Before the guard rushed them out of their room, the corner of their eyes would spot a hunched figure with nine black tails walking through the hallway.\n\nStepping outside was actually quite pleasant. The sea breeze came again, and the refreshing feeling helped wash the grogginess from the morning. Instead of the sun bearing down on them, it felt like a warm blanket patting them down. *It was the perfect vacation spot.*\n\nThe guard told the both of them to stay put and huddled them together with a few other girls already waiting. In the distance, they'd see another one of the patrol guards watching them from the distance. The girls would be a mix of Races and expressions. Some of them looked highly confident and knew what they were doing there. Others seemened nervous and were obviously waiting to be sent back home. *Now'd be the time to talk with them for a bit.*" }, { "author": "kuruminoah", "message": "Oh and the hunched figure is like an Oriate hag/old woman who's the instructor or leader of the trials. After we finish chatting, im thinking she comes bck to bring us to the wardrobe thing" } ]

[ { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*It was a peaceful sunset at the beach, large stone outcrops dotting the landscape. It wasn't sandy like many other beaches; rather, it was quite rocky, with large pools of salty water. Serena didn't like resting in the sand. It stuck to her skin and got everywhere, a pain to get off, really. The uzhi rested in one of the pools, feeling the salty water flow around her, the brine coming up to her neck. This was, to her, perfect.*\n\n*A wave crashed over the stones and the uzhi, but she didn't mind. More salt water to relax in, and to heal wounds.*\n\n*A bundle of armor and her spear lay further inland, safe from the rusting waters, along with several articles of clothing. Drying out clothing was a pain.*\n\n*Of course, leaving all this out, the uzhi thought she was alone. After all, who comes to a stony beach?*" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**The Uzhi wasn't alone. Whether it be in the form of a fateful premonition, or with the naked eye, she may detect the presence of a clumsy earth macen foraging near her quaint pool of seawater. The bundle of armour and other articles of equipment would soon become a victim to Mercy's violation; in the form of her stumbling upon them and searching through them, as if they were her own.**\n\n**With no regard for her surroundings, the macen desperately searched the mass in hopes of finding something to eat, as she'd recently been reduced to preying on unsuspecting ground crustaceans near the receding tide, and unsavory hardtack. What the macen finds was unfortunately not her cup of tea. Clothes? Armor? A spear? Someone was nearby... And if this pile of equipment meant anything, it was that they were vulnerable, and likely in the area.**\n\n**It didn't take long for Mercy to stumble upon the pool and witness...** ***Something*** **Swimming in the water, the salt water! What were they thinking?** \"Who's there?\" **The girl narrowed her eyes upon the transpicuous apparition, with a humanoid shape; something mythical which she's never laid eyes on before, thereby shocked her.**\n\n\"Yuck! What is that...?\" **She premeditated hostility, and instinctively, her palm went to grasp the handle of her rapier just in case things got hairy. She'd draw it at a moment's notice if the need be.** (" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*Her eyes closed, Serena let her mind simply float away, not noticing the macen walking close by, until she hears the clatter of steel armor being moved around.*\n\n*Someone was here, and she didn't have _anything_ with her. And by that, _anything_, meaning nothing on her.*\n\n*She quickly whirls around to see a brown clothed girl, with a rapier by her side. A weapon that could be potentially deadly given the Uzhi's lack of protection. Serena clambers up onto the side of the pool behind her, away from Mercy, standing an entire 1.4 meters and conjuring a watery spear in her hand.*\n\n\"Hey, what the hell-\"\n\n*And then she realized. When she had nothing, she had _nothing_. Not even clothing. After all, she was was in water. Now though, her entire figure was in full view. Quickly, she jumps back into the pool, submerging herself completely.*" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**Mercy noted the creature's size in comparison to her own, and could gauge that they were smaller, but no less deadlier—they were magical!** \"Oh my gods. It can talk... What are you? What are you doing near my camp, slimy woman?\" **She quirked a brow, not yet drawing her blade, since they seemed less hostile and more startled than anything. Mercy knew the feeling too well and could relate.**\n\n**The macen couldn't help but begin scanning the slime's visible features as they were exposed. The mirrored a normal woman's, only translucent and blue... Slimy...** \"...I don't mean any harm. I've never seen something like you in my life, and you're naked. Can I help you?\" (" } ]

[ { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Your camp?? I thought I was alone here!\"\n\n*Serena's face has turned a bright pink, obviously embarrassed due to the current situation. Bare, in front of someone else, accidentally showing them her whole body. And she had kept on looking.*\n\n\"Can you look away, please, so I can go and put some clothes on?\"\n\n*Under the water, Serena tried to cover herself, for no reason. This was so humiliating...*" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"Hah! Well, I'm sorry about your ignorance.\" **The teen snarked, shaking her head as she turned all the way around and covered her eyes with open hands.** \"What's the matter? Ashamed of your natural self? We were born without clothes, so why can't we enjoy being without them again. Wait...\" **...And then Mercy had remembered that they weren't a Macen, who knows the birthing process of slime creatures! She might just have offended them without knowing...** ***Think before you speak, you stupid stupid macen!*** **She thought angrily.**\n\n\"I apologise if I scared you. What *Are* You, huh? Your body, it looks like mine. N-No not like mine, I meant... Like mine, because... I'm a girl.\" ***Sigh.*** \"You know what I'm saying, don't you?\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Oh, so you're a pervert huh? You want to see me? Fine! Just, give me a moment.\"\n\n*Serena takes in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Out of sheer spite, she climbs up from the pool and strolls over to her belongings, letting the girl see her in her entirety. Hey, it's not like it was a lusty man.*\n\n\"I'm an Uzhi, often called slime people. Our biology is very simple compared to other races.\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "***Pervert?*** **It's as if the Uzhi couldn't see Mercy looking the other way, with her hands covering her eyes. Perhaps it was the snide comment that the Macen remarked about her, it definitely came off as rude. That was the misfortune that Mercy has to deal with when she met new people, what to say, and how to say it. Evidently, her people skills needed a bit more work...** \"P-Pervert? Well that's *Rude,* I'm not trying to molest you, stranger. But if you insist on me taking a look!\"\n\n**Without hesitation, the girl removed her hands and searched for the Uzhi, who was facing away from her, rummaging through her items for clothes. Mercy nonchalantly gazed upon her unique body, contemplating little about it.** \"You're an Uzhi. This is the first time I've ever heard or seen your kind. Isn't this just a grand introduction?\"\n\n**Mercy would chime, before drawing near the Uzhi and stand off to the side, seemingly interested in the pile of equipment more than the slime herself.** \"Well... I hope you're kind enough to spare something to eat, I haven't eaten well in days, or weeks? It might be *A* Week, that's how long I've been alone here. What brings you this far from civilization?\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*The Uzhi saw the Macen looking her up and down as she began to stroll towards her belongings. Pervert.*\n\n\"Like what you see then huh?\"\n\n*Serena rolls her eyes as she begins getting dressed, pulling on some undergarments before covering herself in a skin tight shirt and hose (medieval tights).*\n\n\"The first time huh? I guess we are a rare kind.\"\n\n*Serena also picks up a long spear, one that's much, much taller than she is.*\n\n\"Food wise, I don't have much. I ate a couple of hours ago, so I'm not hungry yet. Eating well is a luxury, though going hungry shouldn't happen often. I just like coming to the ocean to relax, feel the salt water soak into my skin. If you can even call it that. Hence, the previous situation. It's not that bad really, eating out in the wild. The ocean has plenty to offer.\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**Ogling was one thing, but Mercy had the slightest impulse to reach out and touch the slime's flesh—or what ever the name of their matter was called. It looked inviting; oddly satisfying, like a shiny and sleek wet surface, or a polished blade. She wouldn't act on her urges, but Mercy sure didn't mind looking.**\n\n\"Of course, do you expect me to say something rude? I'll be honest, you're interesting... Very interesting. I wonder if you could even get hurt, with skin like that. You could probably even see the weapon going into you—That's not... Weird to say, right?\"\n\n**Puzzled on her own, Mercy contemplated what sort of occupation that an Uzhi might take on. That was until she picked up and brandished the spear, arguably a whole third longer than her petite stature. Mercy herself, when idle next to her, stood taller. Noticeably taller. It was the reason why Mercy felt calm, rather than threatened or imposed on. How could she fear someone shorter than her?**\n\n**Her face formed into an almost disappointed frown, from the Uzhi putting her clothes on in a hurry to conceal her features.**\n\n**She smacked her lips.** \"Tch... I sure am tired of preying on unsuspecting crabs that roam the shore. They're so disgusting, but don't really have a choice. I was going to head back to the nearest village in a few days, and look for this man. His name's Almann, and he sent some food back for me, about... A week ago? Two?...I lost track of how long I've been here.\"\n\n**The macen crossed her arms and wandered around the other side of the Uzhi, prattling on about her week. She didn't do this often, but had a lot to get off her chest. Conversation was a rarity for her out in the wild, and in general she didn't bond well with men, rather preferred the company of other females.**\n\n\"What's you're name? Unless you'd rather be called 'slime' instead. But that sounds... Demeaning.\" **She smirked.** \"Is your name as pleasant as you look?...Can I... May I touch?\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Well, I wear armor, so I haven't really seen it happen.\"\n\n*Looking down, Serena realizes that she forgot to dry herself off before putting on her clothes. The tight fitting cloth now stuck to her skin, hugging it.*\n\n\"Drat, forgot I'm still wet.\"\n\n*The spear is stabbed into the ground, the uzhi then grabbing a blue-silver steel breastplate. She would see the girl frowning, as if dissatisfied. What she want now? And crabs... Crabs were delicious. Of course, if you knew how to cook them properly.*\n\n\"Almann? Haven't heard of him. Crabs are pretty good, if you can cook them right. There's fish as well, though harder to catch.\"\n\n*The breastplate is thrown on, and Mercy can see that it's a little different from a normal one. The bulge that would typically be near the belly was instead placed much closer to the chest.*\n\n\"I'm Serena. Serena Callais. Slime is, accurate, though that would be like calling a Canifor 'dog'. Wait-touch?? Just exactly where do you plan on touching??\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**Mercy had remained standing on the other side of the pile, with crossed arms and peering longingly at the items below her, which belonged to the slime. She even contemplating the idea of mugging her then and there, but it wouldn't be very nice, thus she alleviated the troubling conscience by continuing their small talk.**\n\n\"I wouldn't know... I don't cook them, I just eat them raw. You're supposed to cook crabs?That's ridiculous, they're from the ocean, they have water in them. Fire wouldn't burn them.\" **She stated firmly, but cluelessly as well. Evidently the girl wasn't greatly educated.**\n\n\"Mm... I'm Mercy, and... Apologies, I won't call you slime again.\" **Mercy would then proceed to nod and approach Serena quickly, now with an expression of hope in the form of a smile.** \"J-Just your hand or your arm! Why, you're wondering?...Well, you look... Soft, like a pillow. But if you don't mind, of course...\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"...You're eating raw crab? You that that's not safe, right? You can cook them, boiling's often a great option.\"\n\n*Serena was beginning to feel worried for the girl. First off, she was a blatant pervert, which is never good. Second, she seemed to be incredibly uneducated, not knowing to _cook her meats_.*\n\n\"Mercy. Hm. Interesting name. I'll let you touch it, *Once*. And once only.\"\n\n*Serena rolls up one of her sleeves, revealing her arm. It was actually decently 'muscled', and it seems like Serena wasn't a pushover.*\n\n\"I never knew how Uzhi skin feels to others.\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"It's not safe? Tchhh!\" **She'd scoff, clearly doubtful about the fact, although unbeknownst to her it was all in fact true. She didn't cook her crabs, but did know better when working with other red meats. The girl, at a glance would seem to appear healthy... But the tones around her figure were beginning to shrink; her neck, her arms, lower body and torso showed signs of thinning as a result of malnourishment as of late.**\n\n\"Maybe... That explains why I usually can't hold it in for long. Usually after I eat them they just come right back out through my mouth—really disgusting stuff... You should show me how it's done if you're so concerned.\" **Mercy finished, drawing near Serena and her now exposed arm. The macen's eyes narrowed, silently noting it's look.**\n\n\"Just once. Like... This.\" **...Before long, Mercy had brushed the palm of her hand against the Uzhi's flesh, but before she could declare that time was up...**\n\n**Squeeze!** \"S-Sorry! Got carried away...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**The macen had already taken a seat against the tree trunk, propping her back against the length and arching one knee in a lax sitting position. A mild sense of umbrage registered on her pert face, hearing the Uzhi question her about living condition.** \"Tch, what did you expect, a palace? I thought you'd know what you were in for following me here in the first place. I've been living like this for a long, long time, ever since my village inland rejected me and cast me out for my... Let's just say... Nefarious reputation...\"\n\n**The girl finished with a distasteful leer, and bad tempered inflection. Mercy went quiet for a moment, seemingly lost in a bout of contemplation, as she absentmindedly changed her demeanor watching Serena de-scale the fishes.**\n\n\"...Mhm. After my father died, they didn't want me there anymore, and I'll leave it at that. I think I'm going to die soon. I just... Don't feel right. This deep, strange feeling resonating in me, everywhere I go I feel like I'm being watched, and my time is limited... It's been like that, it's the reason I'm so far out here, isolated from everything else. I doubt you Uzhi people live in fear...\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Oh, a village? It's best that you left, in my opinion. Villages are dumb. They're sheep willing to abide by and do nothing, constantly getting raided, unwilling to change, unwilling to stand up for themselves. That's what *Individuals* Do.\"\n\n*Serena finishes scaling a fish, handing it to Mercy. Her expression seems grim, as if Mercy's words caused sour memories to surface.*\n\n\"Here. Skewer it with a stick or something, through the mouth. Many people call elders wise. That they have experience. What they don't realize is that many of them are *Stupid.* They're so bent on tradition and 'old ways' that they refuse to change and adapt to new conditions.\"\n\n\"Feeling like you're being watched is normal. It's a defense mechanism, it means you're on guard. Which, I really should have been. Thankfully, you seem like a nice girl. Believe me when I say that we're not always as tough as we look. My village was raided over and over by bandits. *I* Sought help. *I* Trained my ass off. I learned to fight, use magic for war. I basically gave them their freedom from them. And what did they do? Refuse. Refuse to fight back. So I left. It wasn't worth helping people who won't help themselves.\"\n\n*During the rant, the scaling began to get a little messy. Pieces of flesh began to be cut out as well as Serena's movements unconsciously began to become faster, almost furious as her grip visibly tightened.*\n\n\"If I'm going to be completely honest, don't rely on anyone. It's good to have benefits and friends, but they can always be a detriment.\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**Mid-way through Serena's explanation, Mercy not only realized that the Uzhi was going off on a tangent, but the fish! It was getting filleted more than she probably meant to, and the hungry macen couldn't bear let any morsel of meat go to waist, thus she quickly interjected when the moment arrived.** \"D-Uhh—Serena! Oh my gods, you're taking off more meat than bone...\" **She sighed, forgetting the fish for a moment to ponder even deeper about the slime's words of wisdom, in spite of her fervent disposition.**\n\n\"So... You know what it's like. Well, that and you've been through troubling times like I have. Does that even begin to sum up your story...? Why don't you just have a seat... Let the fish cook and relax. We're in nature—you *Love* Nature. I love nature, you love nature, and nature?...\" **Mercy snickered, leaning her head against the trunk and sighing in relief, then inhaling again, a deep, healthy breath, unto an exhale of equal strength.**\n\n\"...Nature loves is. It doesn't talk back, no judgements, just... Our native hearth, us Macen. Guh—Oh uh and I suppose yours too. Slimes. You belong here too.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"Thank you.\" **Mercy humbly accepted the next skewered fish, waiting to finish speaking before devouring it.** \"I don't think you're the best...'source' of wisdom, given your trauma. It's similar to mine. Hate is a bad, bad thing. It's wicked, it can cause an otherwise peaceful person to turn evil in the blink of an eye. I know it too well, my Uncle was evil...\"\n\n**Again, mentioning her Uncle caused the girl's temperament to shift uncomfortably. Soon however, she was enjoying her fish, picking chunks out of it with her teeth, chewing, and swallowing earnestly.**\n\n\"Wait... What?*Continuously* Skewering themselves? That's ridiculous. If I thrust into their heart, that's instantly lethal. They'll buckle. Although I have witnessed what you're talking about firsthand. I've seen. In the heat of things, people can become... Intense.\"\n\n**She'd raise her eyebrow at Serena mentioning a teacher, and they she wasn't the best option for one.** \"Hey, I'm not asking you to teach me anything. I appreciate this, this food, the advice, the comfort but... I go alone. I've been that way for a while now, and I probably will continue to do so. Sorry. It's best that way.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Eh, maybe. Can't hurt to have a second opinion though, right? That's what causes discussion. Though some people are inherently evil.\"\n\n*Serena places another fish on the fire, but also takes one for herself.*\n\n\"Man, fresh food cooked over an open fire, with fresh air always tastes good.\"\n\n*Serena consumes the fish quickly, but almost delicately. She very efficiently strips the fish of its tasty, oily flesh, taking delight in the taste of it.*\n\n\"Well, might not always hit the heart. Plus, if someone has a breastplate, you'll need to hit the face. Which is a lot harder. Even so, people don't die *Instantly.* Believe me, I've seen a lot.\"\n\n*Serena raises an eyebrow at Mercy's comment of being alone. For a loner, she sure was needy, and lacked the skills to fend for herself.*\n\n\"A bit needy for a loner. Jokes aside, that's a good policy to have. Though, might want to learn how to actually fend for yourself out here. Such as, learning to boil crabs. Relations can't hurt though. What's your plan though. Got any goals?\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "***\"Needy?\"*** **Mercy pondered a swift and sharp objection, but befor she could croak out a retort... She had to contemplate if it was even worth it. Here was a slime; a very polite slime among other things, that's been courteous, compassionate and good company altogether... Mercy couldn't muster the courage to oppose her now, it wasn't ideal in the slightest.** \"...I-I really need to learn how to accept criticism...\" **The girl choked out a response absentminded.**\n\n\"Oh, goals? Iee—uhuh—uh no, not... Not really. My dad he uhh, he just... Passed away not too long ago as you know, and I really... Didn't have plans then. I'm just figuring everything out, you know? Coping, coming to terms with things... Starving...\" **She japed, following up by devouring the rest of her fish; making that her second helping. She already craved more.**\n\n\"Mm...\" **She set the skewer down near Serena subtly, as if to ask for more.** \"...Anyways I've made it this far, haven't I? That must mean something. I-I am no pushover by any means. I'll fight when I have to, Serena, I imagine you would too... Just... I tend to stick to myself so I can avoid any potential fights. I mean, no one's going out of their way to find me out here!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Criticism always hurts. Can't do much about it.\"\n\n*A smile appears on Serena's face, somewhat enjoying her time with the young girl. Just like a young child, Mercy reminded the slime of herself in her younger years. Not that she was old, or anything.*\n\n\"Maybe figure out what you enjoy? And maybe get better at finding food.\"\n\n*Serena hands the macen yet another cooked fish. She sure had an appetite.*\n\n\"Pushover is really debatable. I doubt you could handle anyone wielding a crossbow with only that. And well... I fight for money too. Protecting others. I'm a bodyguard.\"\n\n*The slime gestures to her shield and armor.*\n\n\"Not everyone will be carrying that around. It's heavy, loud and sometimes restrains movement. It's best suited for defense, so that sword blows and arrows won't instantly kill you. As for you, really just bandits are the problem. Or anyone who your uncle has sent to kill you. Always be on your guard.\"\n\n*Serena points at Mercy with one of the wooden skewers.*" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**Mercy accepted her fourth fish with a polite smile. This would be her last one more likely than not, as the full sensation welling in her stomach was already beginning to sate her appetite for now. But she went to town on the fish in hand, chomping straight on its head and meticulously working her way through skimming the flesh off of the skull.** \"Fgghrh—\" **An involuntary growl escaped her lips while doing so.**\n\n\"...Sorry. I uhh... Won't have anymore after this one, I'm getting full. About my Uncle, I still wonder to this day if he survived or not—I mean when I stabbed him. He had my dad with both hands, about to choke him to death and I just grabbed the rapier and thrust it as far into his back as I could, near the middle of his body.\" **Taking another bite of fish, Mercy's retelling of the event seemed to cause unease within her yet again.**\n\n\"Have you ever done that? Plunge something into someone else; another living being. It felt so strange, it went through his soft, macen body like butter!\" **She got a bit carried away with her description. Realizing this, Mercy's face began to register the expression of regret.**\n\n\"...Sorry. But he deserved it. After, he just let go of my dad screaming, then left. I mean he just... Left. Blood was soaking his clothes and he just... Turned around, told me how disappointed he was, and then left. Like he wasn't even hurt at all—Can you explain that?\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*Serena can barely hold in a laugh at the odd sound Mercy makes while eating her fish. It almost sounded like a dog, which didn't match the polite smile she gave earlier at all.*\n\n*\"Have you ever done that? Plunge something into someone else; another living being.\"*\n\n*Serena's mind flashes back to when she was a mercenary for hire. Often, she was on ships as a guard. Many times, said ships have been attacked by pirates. It didn't take much brains to figure out what happened.*\n\n*Mercy's description also reminded the Uzhi of how vulnerable she was to weapons without her armor. Sure, she didn't have internal organs, but she also didn't possess bones. Any edged weapon could probably cleave her in half with one swing.*\n\n\"I've killed a *Lot* Of people in my life, Mercy. I just don't think about it. Whether they have lives, families doesn't matter. They knew the risk when they tried to attack the ship or people I was guarding. I'm just doing my job.\"\n\n\"As for the pain negation, I've seen it plenty. One time, a Mogash pirate ended up skewered on my spear. He continued to run at me, and I had to back up and use my shield to fend him off, and magic to kill him. He didn't care that he had been impaled, he just went for the kill. Sometimes, people are able to ignore pain altogether.\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**Whilst finishing the final few morsels of fish on her skewer, Mercy caught a glimpse of Serena's expression; an amusing reaction to her involuntary eating grumble. It struck the macen funny as well, as she too nearly succumbed to laughter but alas, Serena began to regale with her swashbuckling past.**\n\n**By then, Mercy was licking her skewer clean, and the Uzhi was nearly finished with her stories. Mercy waited politely for her to finish, before she tossed the skewer near Serena, so she could put it away if she wished.**\n\n\"Okay, mmk—okay... Okay.\" **Trying to talk while licking and smacking ones lips clean was a noisy task...** \"I understand, I really do. It's just *Unreal,* You know? Imagine someone, like a Macen!; Mortal, able to bleed, able to die in one hit, with the right placement—Like you said, with the erhh...*Pirate,* Them being able to keep coming, suffering such a nasty wound is really creepy.\"\n\n***Shudder.*** **The girl visibly shook at the thought of essentially, a walking corpse coming at her; bleeding profusely. Now that she was done eating, Mercy went back to her tree, propping her back against the trunk and staying like that as her eyes bleakly watched the fire, occasionally glancing at Serena as they conversed.**\n\n\"So wait a minute, hold on. What if something like that happened to you? I mean, you have armour. But look at you—Please I don't mean to be rude but *Look* At you. You're... Boneless? Bloodless?...Are you immortal...?\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*The Uzhi lets out a chuckle at Mercy's comment. She did have a point. Any kind of bladed weapon could absolutely decimate her.*\n\n\"Well, it would basically pass right through me. That's why I have armor. And a spear, to keep them away, as well as a shield, to protect me further. I just, I am scared. One of these days, I'll be doing bathing or something, like today. I'll be completely vulnerable, and someone takes me down with a dagger. That's all it takes.\"\n\n*Serena takes in a large breath. What was she doing, giving Mercy advice? She herself was still scared of being assassinated.*\n\n\"I am boneless, but not bloodless. And we're not immortal. We can bleed out, or if you look closely...\"\n\n*Serena brings her head extremely close to Mercy. The girl can see what seems like a small, translucent core in the center of her head.*\n\n\"There's another one of those in the center of my chest. If one of those is destroyed, I die. If they're injured, I need to rest in saltwater to heal them. Not even magic can repair damage to them.\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"Aw, what? Ew!...No no not... Not at you, but... I could theoretically cut you in half.\" **She stated before a puzzled look flickered on her face, and ideas started to flow in.** ***\"Maybe this slime's an easier target than I thought. But I can't hurt her after she fed me... What would father think of me...\"***\n\n**There Mercy was again, facing a moral quandary of her own. Whilst she could probably gain the upper hand quickly with the element of surprise, she had to weigh her options; betray her new acquaintance and possibly gain all of her neat items... Or... Don't. Don't, because that would be completely evil and unnecessary.** ***\"I'm better than that. This is my friend...\"*** **Mercy was partly lost in her own little mindspace until Serena's voice became closer; and once Mercy regained focus, she was right next to her!** \n\n\"Uh?\" **Hesitantly, she leaned forward to get an even closer look at Serena's translucent innards. The sight of them had completely perplexed the macen, who otherwise knew nothing about Uzhi biology. Mercy reached a hand out and attempted to place it against the slime's cheek—if she succeeded, it would beget a pinch. The whole gesture was a cheeky experiment to beckon an answer to one of Mercy's secret queries...**\n\n\"I'm sorry... Can you feel this?\" ***Pinch!***" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Yeah... Though not with a rapier. With a normal sword, maybe.\"\n\n*Serena would let Mercy take a look inside her head, then would begin to retract, soon stopped by the macen's pinching.*\n\n\"Yeah. Not something you see everyday- Hey, stop that!\"\n\n*The uzhi's right hand suddenly reaches up, grabbing the girl by the wrist. The grip is a lot stronger than anticipated. In an almost playful manner, Serena's left hand reaches up and pinches Mercy's cheek as well.*\n\n\"Yeah, I can feel that. We still retain a lot of the functions that normal people have.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Gah!\"\n\n*The uzhi visibly flinches at her neck being poked at. Serena did not like being poked. At all. It made fun of her stature, her biology, as if comparing her to a piece of jello. Sure, she enjoyed jello, but she wasn't that simple.*\n\n*The arm that was gripped before is pulled towards the slime, and Serena's legs come up and wrap around Mercy's head, with a single arm in between them. Now in a triangle choke, the Uzhi would land on the ground with Mercy in her grasp, holding her head down so she couldn't escape. Though, she wouldn't tighten the hold.*\n\n\"*Huff* You know, it's rude to poke people like that. It tickles.\"\n\n*The uzhi lets out a small scoff.*\n\n\"Say you're sorry. Come on.\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**Mercy quickly realized that Serena wasn't experiencing the same type of amusement that she was. With absolutely no time to react to her arm being yanked and the processing of any semblance of how to defend her self too late, Mercy is subsequently defeated and rendered unable to move, in perhaps the most uncomfortable hold she's ever been in... She promptly struggled, thrashed about and growled with a seething ire.**\n\n\"Hey!! Ahgh!! Wh-What are you doing?!\" **She choked out in a pained exclamation, making several futile attempts to break out, which included a series of violent bodily jerks. The attempts swiftly wore her out, and in no time was Mercy exhausted and out of breath; which caused her to panic.**\n\n\"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!! D-Don't kill me I was only playing—I swear I was only playing, don't hurt meeeeee!!\" **The teen begged, ceasing all movements, only defeated pleading would escape her lips...**" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Alright. Don't do that again, alright? The neck... I'm a bit overly protective of that. I don't like things close to there.\"\n\n*Serena loosens her leg lock around Mercy, letting the girl go and giving her a hand up.*\n\n\"Really sorry about that. It's just instincts kicking in. Hard to break habits after 10 years.\"\n\n*Serena begins chomping on another cooked fish, the last one already.*\n\n\"Just a question. You know how to fight without the rapier?\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"Gah...\" **Mercy detected Serena's softening demeanor, and fact that she acted out of Instinct rather than the intent to harm her. This realization caused Mercy to feel... Simply stupid.** \"You mean I just overreacted for nothing?...Oh I'm... I just...\" **With a fleeting sigh, the macen's expression eased into a calmer sulk, as she took the Uzhi's hand. Once on her feet she quickly dusted herself off and crossed her arms, staying to herself near her spot at the tree.**\n\n\"You should be sorry, I was only playing... You know? L-Like a... Child would, with another child. I thought that's were it was going, Serena I was a bit excited to have fun. Didn't have too much of that growing up you know...\" **Mercy explained, ending with a painfully dejected exhale.**\n\n\"...No.\" **She added in response.** \"I just use my knife, that's it. Why?...Do you want to teach me how to do *That?* What you just did? Whatever oriate fancy stuff that was.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Well, I would say I did.\"\n\n*Mercy can see Serena's cerulean skin turn a shade of pink near her cheeks. It seems like the she wasn't lying when she said that uzhi still have many of the same functions that macen do; the girl was seeing the slime blush.*\n\n\"Yeah, I understand.\"\n\n*The uzhi hops back up to her feet, visibly embarrassed and rubbing her neck. For what reason, she wasn't sure.*\n\n\"Nah, just wondering. It takes years to learn what I learned, unless you're willing to put in that investment. Oriate? What oriate fancy stuff? Do kitsune do martial arts? I learned this from a Treton. I can't really punch, since, you know. No bones, means that my punches don't hurt.\"\n\n*Serena points towards her knuckles, which are as soft as the rest of her body.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"Alone every since my father died... Yeah. Before that we spent every day together, him, my Uncle and I... I won't get into that part of my life. I've moved on from it, you know? L-Like you did with your... Erhh, village...?\" **The teen responded with a lour, shaking her head as she led Serena over to the the tree, where her satchel was tipped over and spilled it's contents; of which included an old book, a jar of water and old, spoiled fruits.**\n\n**The sight of that caused Mercy to sigh rather disappointedly.** \"...As you can see I wasn't expecting company.\" **She went over to the satchel and got on her knees, picking the objects up and storing them away again, before long she produced a medium-sized bedroll from it and stood up, showing it to the Uzhi as it unraveled.**\n\n\"We're like the same size, a-aren't we? We shouldn't be *Too* Cramped on it.\"\n\n**But au contrare, just at a glance one would be able to tell the roll was going to accommodate them very packed in. Mercy laid it out underneath the tree, and had a seat on it, perspiration formed in her forehead due to her rushing. What was she trying to prove?**\n\n\"V-Voila. My—*Our* Erh... Our bed.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Yeah. I've left them. They're long gone by now, either suffering in the ashes or dead. Maybe even captured, knowing Pinnacelia.\"\n\n*The uzhi takes a look at the spilled satchel's contents. A book, water, and old food. Why hadn't she finished the fruit before it spoiled? Was she rationing? The jar of water was a good idea, albeit poorly executed. She should have gotten a waterskin, that wasn't so bulky and hard to carry.*\n\n\"Huh, do you read?\"\n\n*Upon seeing the bedroll, only one thought goes through Serena's head.*\n\n*\"Oh, fuck.\"*\n\n\"Y-Yeah, I think so. I am... Below average height. Well, might as well try it.\"\n\n*Serena attempts to get inside the bedroll, feeling the comfortable cloth on her skin.*\n\n\"Not bad.\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"Do I read?\" **The macen repeated, stealing another glance at her satchel, the very edge of the book sticking out just to where she can see it. It brought back one too many sorrowful memories.** \"Yeah... I can read pretty good, I'd like to think.\" **She explained confidently, returning her gaze to Serena who was now beside her on the bedroll; it was made of a less than remarkable material and padding but still comfortable all the same, Mercy's lightweight body hadn't been able to form any recesses or dips in it yet, as far as Serena could tell it was new and odorless.**\n\n\"I'm guessing you saw the book?\" **Mercy inquired expectantly, not waiting for the Uzhi's clarification before proceeding.** \"My mother wrote it herself, when I was... Ooooh... I don't know, a few years old. My dad told me she was writing it that way I could practice reading. It's a story about a girl who wanted to get out and see the world, make a name for herself and...\"\n\n**The teen's mood fell. Evidently, recalling her past was a surefire way to dejection with this one...**\n\n\"She went missing before finishing it so I have no idea how it's supposed to end... It's my prized possession and I've read it so many times already. I'd show you but... I dunno...\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"Yeah, the book...\"\n\n*\"It's a story about a girl who wanted to get out and see the world, make a name for herself...\"*\n\n*That sounded familiar, almost too familiar. It was uncanny that the book was describing the girl who possessed it. Then again, it could describe basically any adventurous girl, which she was sure there were many. Still...*\n\n\"Well, maybe you can give a summary? It *Is* Starting to get a bit late.\"\n\n*Looking at the sea, the sun would visibly be setting, casting rose-gold rays across the fractured mirror that was the ocean.*" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"Summary huh... Alright, that's pretty easy. You aren't the first to ask about it, some stranger got here a few weeks ago if I remember... Wait, I thought I told you about him. Almann Jek? That was his name, nice man... Found me out here and told me he'd pay me to tell him 'stories'.\" **Mercy explained, finishing with a hearty scoff.** \"Well I guess he did after all, sent food back from the nearest village. I... Ate them all, except for a few fruits I got left.\"\n\n\"Okay okay, I'll... Start telling you what the books really about.\" **Mercy laid down on her back with both hands together on her stomach, staring at the tree branches above.**\n\n\"It's about a girl like I said, trying to get out and make a name for herself. Well... It's kind of a sad story because both her parents died already, her mom died when she was young... Dad died a few years later and all that was left was her alone, like... Ten? Ten years old in an unspecified country. She ends up wandering, crying all the time until she finds someone she really liked, like a new dad. It was a beastkin though... Ew, I thought.\"\n\n**She sighed, nonchalant.** \"By that time she's around my age, she's found this beastkin who takes her in out of pity, acts like her dad and... Makes her feel loved like never before. So... She falls in love with the guy. Weird, I know. She falls in love with the beastkin but doesn't admit it to him immediately. Not until she could get him at his best moment, you know? S-So he'll be likely to accept her or something... Well anyways she finds that moment and was about to approach him until— then... My mom died before finishing the rest. You don't know how many times I've read it over and over trying to figure out why my mom would write that. So strange... I mean... Ugh! A beastkin? Like a Macen could ever love one of those ugly things.\"\n\n\"My Uncle once told me a beastkin double-crossed him and almost got him killed. They're not to be trusted. Bad, bad people...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would stand on the shore, looking between the other two adventurers. He was a bit surprised to see Ardon again, though they'd exchange no words yet. The elf didn't even know if the hulking giant of a man remembered him. The giant had a good nature, so it was obvious why he were here with him and Mai, ready to help the villagers. Though here was a bit of a change since they last met... Ardon looked more... Menacing? Demonic? Just strange in general, even more so than a titan is. Horace would eventually shrug it off, a light sigh escaping his lips. He and Mai and been traveling together for a bit after their last meet. The elf ended up making a fool of himself and asked nothing but pity from Mai... He was meant to apologies to her, but he couldn't even do that... 'What a failure' he thinks to himself... At least he could do something on this quest... He could only hope it doesn't end like last time, Mai being brutally injured by Horace's own spell...*\n\n*The elf then looks over to Mai who seemed to be struggling to get on the boat itself. He knew of her fear of water, but never realized it was THAT bad. She could barely climb into a boat without dying where she stood. Though, everyone has weaknesses he supposed, wasn't his place to judge. He waits for Mai to climb into the boat, getting in after on the rowing side. He'd never really used a boat before, but now was a better time than any... He takes hold of both paddles before glancing at Mai as she speaks. He'd attempt to comfort her as she once did for him, putting on a warm smile.*\n\"Yes, we're close... We'll be there in a matter or minutes... Can you wait that long?\" \n\n*The elf says with an apologetic tone, beginning to row the boat. The wooden paddles pressing against the blue waves of water and shifting the boat into the sea.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the three approached the boat, you would eventually make out some figures. Two men with short swords, one with a shield. One with a grappling hook, and another with a rapier and dagger. You can't hear what they're saying, though you can hear some laughs.*\n\n*However, it was obvious there were many more men that just those people.*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon would sink his body under the water and slowly try and drift his way towards the boat's stern. His hands would hold onto the underside of the two large logs in hopes of them not noticing him and he did his best to not attract too much attention to himself. Usually he would be the type of person to rush into a battle head on but he knew the sea well and he knew that it would be very* **Very** *Disadvantageous for him to fight against people that were riding on a ship while he was unable to attack ranged. Sometimes he wished he simply had wings to fly himself over towards the ship ignoring the water entirely.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*After a few moments of rowing, Mai and Horace finally arrive close to the main boat. Horace glances back at it, checking for any windows and the like. Any easy points of access would be great in a situation like this... Though, missions like these were never easy were they... The elf sighs, turning to Mai as he continues to row, though slowing. Listening to her idea closely, he frowns lightly and shakes his head.* \n\"What is it with you and going alone? You have team mates here for a reason...\"\n\n*The thief would stop the boat, just outside of the boat's visible sight.*\n\"And what if they aren't stupid enough? They're trained pirates Mai, if you mess up, you could get seriously hurt, or worse...\" \n\n*Though, no matter how much he wanted Mai to be safe, they were on a quest... Her idea was decent as well, tricking the pirates into letting them onto the ship. The elf pauses for a moment, eventually looking back to Mai.*\n\n\"Let *Me* Go this time... I can handle myself, and its better if you hang out with Ardon. He's big and goodhearted, won't let you get injured... Not again...\" \n\n*The elf glances over to the water where Ardon resided. The titan was huge and reliable, good traits. Horace had confidence and trusted him, enough that he'd want Mai to stay with him.*\n\"Hey... Im a thief too y'know... Half of my job is acting.\"\n\n*He smiles back at Mai comfortingly, beginning to remove his excess clothing. Anything that might make him stand out from a 'normal villager'. Removing his mask, hood, cloak, and other general clothing. He also takes off a majority of his weapons, only leaving himself with his knife. Bringing weapons on a Pirate's ship is just asking to be slaughtered. But going unarmed is equally as bad, if not worse.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Ardon would be able to make it to the stern of the ship. Nothing much there, besides another swordsman.*\n\n*The boat's big enough that Horace is able to row the boat right to the edge of it. The pirates all seem to be mingling about, unaware. After all, why would anything below another ship be a threat?*\n\n*However, he wouldn't find any other portholes to go through; seems like he'll have to get to the top of the ship.*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon would slowly begin to climb up onto the boat using his many arms to grab onto any nooks and edges he can grab onto. He'd have his Throwing Rams close and near him then once he's almost at the top but not yet poking out he would throw one of the the large logs towards the swordsman near him to try and catch them off guard as well as attract the attention of the pirates so his comrades can get onto the ship without being swarmed. Better him than them*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*As Horace smiles at Mai comfortingly, he notices something out of the corner of his eye. Something huge with multiple arms, scaling the side of the boat. Was that Ardon?? The elf stares with a confused expression as Ardon arrives at the top. Though as he does, the elf realizes what Ardon was about to do.*\n\n\"Shit... Guess the big guy didn't hear what we were talking about after all... Come on Mai, nows a better chance than ever... Ardon's gonna be a big distraction for everyone on board, so nows our chance. We might be able to take out some of them before we're noticed...\"\n\n*Horace would glance over at Mai, another smile on his face... He seemed to be a lot happier around her for whatever reason... Finding himself smiling much more often, especially here... But, now wasn't the time for self realization. This was a battle, someone will die here today... And it wasn't going to be any of them!*\n\n\"Mai, hold on to my back. Im pretty sure i can scale this wall, so I'll carry you up.\" \n\n*The elf quickly takes off his glove and boots, looking back to the boat. He places his hands on wooden hull, waiting for Mai to get a hold so he could climb.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"But... *Fine.*\" She sighed, removing her black coat and leaving it on the boat. Horace's smile would make her think for a moment. Why was he so happy at the time? Right in the middle of a quest, and at sea to make matters worse. She could only make her normal expression without emotion, with a sickening tone because of the waves that rocked the boat.\n\n\"Are you sure about that, Horace...\" \n\nThe woman sighed again with discomfort, moving carefully behind the elf. Her hand moved to the other arm and used her claws to scratch herself, not enough to make her arm impossible to move.\n\n\"Sorry about your shirt.\"\n\nShe said hastily, hugging him from behind. Tsk. That scratch burned when it touched the fabric of the man's clothing. Her hands hugged his chest tightly, while her legs wrapped around his waist. It even looked like a baby koala holding on to its mother." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Despite the boat's side being wet, Horace is easily able to climb the wooden surface, even with a cat on his back. Ardon would also find that there's enough room between some boards for his fingers to slip into, eventually breaking some of them. His weight though, would cause the boat to tilt in the direction of the stern. Several voices can be heard, exclaiming out confusion.*\n\n*The swordsman is utterly crushed by the log, and the rest suddenly come to attention. The captain yells out.*\n\n\"What the hell is that? Kill it!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*As Horace arrives at the top of the boat, he smiles lightly at the panic of the crew. Ardon was doing good work now, distracting the rest of the crew and already taking out a foe. Now, it was his and Mai's turn to do some work!*\n\n*The elf would look back to Mai who'd cling to his back as he climbed.*\n\"Mai, you can get off here... I'll make my way to the top of the boat. Try not to fall into the water, alright? I'll have to come and save you and leave Ardon all alone if you do...\" \n*He smiles back, his words meant to tease the girl in a friendly way.*\n\n*Assuming Mai climbs off the man's back, the elf would quickly begin to move. Using the last of his turn to crawl over to the front of the boat. He'd also active what stealthy abilities he had to make him harder to detect.*" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Will respond when i get on pc" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"Ah? So are you the one who saves me? Wouldn't it be the other way around?\"\n\nMai asked, before jumping off Horace's back and landing on the ship's wooden floor. She would look at the man not far in front of her, whistling at him.\n\n\"Well well, what a bad boy. Will you take another woman hostage?~\"\n\nHer arm would bleed slightly from the scratch, running thin over her skin." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Ardon smacks a man with the giant log, sending him flying off the boat. He lands in the water with a loud splash. It doesn't seem like he'll be fighting anytime soon.*\n\n*A man with a large crossbow climbs the stairs to the rear deck and takes a shot at Ardon. Two swordsmen carefully circle him, not wanting to get smacked with a giant log.*\n\n*Horace wouldn't be able to sneak past, as while Ardon was creating a massive ruckus, the thief was still in plain sight. He's caught by an axeman, who takes a swing at him.*\n\n\"Hey, we got company!\"\n\n*The man with the shield turns to Mai, and he seems to be looking her over. However, his sword and shield are still up.*\n\n\"Uh, hello miss? I think you can join the others down below.\"\n\n*Suddenly, he gains a wicked grin, and he puts his shield up and hides his sword behind the wooden shield.*\n\n*Unknown to you three, the rowboat would begin to drift away.*" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Horace's blade easily finds itself in the man's neck, and he falls over, dead.*\n\n*The bolt basically does nothing to Ardon, bouncing off of his skin. He's able to smack the first one, who ends up grabbing onto a suspended raft, severely bruised. The second one is able to move backwards in time.*\n\n*A caster at the stairs launches a brilliant blue sphere at Ardon's face, glowing a bright white as well.*\n\n*The sword and shield wielder rushes at Mai, trying to use his shield to push her into the man behind her, wielding a rapier and dagger.*\n\n*Meanwhile, two massive beastkin enter the battlefield.*\n\n*Rowboat drifts away more.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace frowns at Mai's immature response, seeing as the swordsman makes his move. If this continued, Mai would be trapped between a shield and three other opponents. He'd have to do something about it at the very least, get rid of the wall for her. He quickly reaches into his side bag, pulling out a small iron star with sharpened edges. He quickly throws it through the air, aiming it at the back of swordman's neck to kill him off. Though he has his own things to worry about now, quickly looking toward the second axe man.*\n\"You've seen what happened to the first. Drop your weapon and give up or die like the others.\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*A big grin formed onto Ardon's face as they were all lined up perfectly for him to throw his log horizontally towards all of the, doing it over the head before attempting to cover his eyes... Wait! He has more than one set if hands so he can do both simultaneously. Like the crossbow bolt he wasn't really afraid of the damage that the spheres could do... He wasn't really afraid of damage in general now but he still did want to see his enemies while fighting. He wondered how the other two were doing, it has been a while now and they were two! Surely they were doing miles better than he was on the other side of the boat*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai would jump and roll to the side on the left. She stopped the momentum with her foot before she ended up hitting the wall, one of her hands reaching for one of her knives and throwing it towards the man with rapier and dagger, towards his torso/shoulder." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Horace's throwing star finds itself in the man's neck, killing him. The elf soon finds himself with two more opponents, armed with a short sword and saber. The shortsword wielder attempts to go for a thrust at Horace's face, while the saber wielder goes for a backhand, downward slash using his left hand.*\n\n*Ardon ends up getting large burns on his hands as the sphere explodes in a bright white. He's able to cover his eyes, preventing the spell from taking effect. However, blind throwing would end up reducing his accuracy, only ending up hitting one person. The crossbowman, while frantically reloading, ends up taking an entire 22 kg of solid wood to the face. The others are able to get out of the way.*\n\n*The log ends up taking out the steering wheel and top railing, then landing on the wooden deck below. The momentum allows it to keep rolling, moving towards the front of them ship __fast__.*\n\n*Mai is able to move out of the way as the swordsman isn't able to react in time, the dodge unexpected. The knife is dodged though as the rapier and dagger wielder moves his shoulder out of the way.*\n\n*A man on a box throws a grappling hook at Horace. Cause why not.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Bruna, we're fucked\n\nAlso time for Horace to take out 3 guys while dodging a rolling log" } ]

[ { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*After the spell had taken effect Ardon would look towards his hands noticing the damage it had caused him. He frowned at the caster before rushing towards the two swordsmen who actually survived his first assault, intending to finish the two off as he ignored whatever the other caster was doing. While running up to them he readied his three right arms to do a big hook at the non bruised swordsman as the other set of arms were raised up like a shield to cover parts of his torso, side and front. The caster wasn't really doing all that much and he wanted finish off what he had started although when noticing the log he threw barreling down the ship he would say a quick* \"Whoops! Sorry.\" *Before continuing towards his trajectory*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai's eyes dart in the direction of the elf yelling at her, soon noticing the log rolling quickly towards them. She would step back, maintaining a defensive stance against the two men coming towards her. One hand takes another knife from her thigh, throwing it at the man with the rapier and dagger again. This time she aimed for his chest." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Horace's swiftness and fast reactions would allow him to successfully block both attacks at once, and would be able to successfully yank the grappling hook from the man's hand. He promptly looks around, then jumps off the ship.*\n\n*The short sword wielder ends up getting steamrolled by the log, now injured and disoriented. He's out of the fight for now.*\n\n*The saber wielder is agile enough to roll over the log safely, and other sailors are as well. Except for the beastkin; they instead pick up the rolling log, which has lost some of its momentum by now, and toss it overboard. Ardon could get it back later.*\n\n*The saber wielder Ardon is fighting quickly jumps onto the lifeboat. The person on the lifeboat is able to climb up safely. He seems to be the captain, because he yells:*\n\n\"Abandon ship! We can't take the titan down!\"\n\n*The caster looks around at the chaos, and launches a white, conical projectile at Horace, then jumping off the boat.*\n\n*The sword and shield wielder takes this turn to safely roll over the log. The rapier wielder tries his best to deflect the knife, but it still hits him, though the blow isn't fatal. He backs away, not wanting to die.*\n\n*However, Mai's faced with a new threat: a massive Ursine beastkin. His stance is extremely low, and he charges the kemonomimi with outstretched arms.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Seeing the massive beastkin running towards her, Mai tried to be faster and ran towards the crossbow, despairing of the possibility of falling into the water. If it were successful, she would transform and jump over the weapon." }, { "author": "plague0886", "message": "Its been three days what the fuck\n\nCom actually it's been 3 days, you've been active here since every single day" }, { "author": "kawaii_lily", "message": "***Have you ever met com?***" }, { "author": "plague0886", "message": "Yes I've met Com but that's not a valid excuse to prolong this quest even further than it needs to just cause he has a reputation to do so" }, { "author": "kawaii_lily", "message": "Why are you acting as if he only prolongs shit because a **Reputation**" }, { "author": "plague0886", "message": "I'm not and I don't want that to be a thing\n\nI don't think about this reputation and that's why I expect him to answer within a couple of days after the post normally unless a valid reason is stated or interest is lost\n\nIf this was anyone else I'd say the same thing. It's a quest and he's not the only one here. I get that people can be busy and such but it doesn't seem like that's the case currently. If it was it should be brought up ooc and not just have people wait four days for a response" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "Also getting UP dedecuted" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace looks around after successfully dodging everything from the attackers to the log. That was close, too close for comfort, thankfully Horace's abilities managed to get him out of it. His abilities would prove helpful once more as well as Horace pretty easily dodges the incoming orb. Looking across the battlefield, he notes the remaining opponents. Two beastkin and 3 Macen... Should be easy enough for Mai and him to... Wait, shit!*\n\n*The elf stares on with slight panic as he watches the Brayer full on charge Mai. His low posture meaning only one thing, he meant to charge Mai off the boat and into the water. If she fell, he'd have to go get her and leave Ardon alone... Not to mention the pain in the ass getting back onto the boat would be! He had to do something... Looking once more, it seemed like Mai was trying to get over to Horace. The brayer soon charging behind her.*\n\n*He thinks for a moment, quickly snapping his fingers as a small clay container grows in his hand. He tosses it at the floor, a meter in front of him to give Mai something to hide in for cover. With the second of sight before hand, he attempts to predict where the Brayer will be next. Careful not to hit Mai, he quickly launches the grapple at the brayer's head, a meter of where he was before the cloud appeared.*\n``Smoke Burst (20 mana cost, 2.5 mana regen, 8.5 mana Cap.)``" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The swordsman cuts the ropes holding the lifeboat, and it would fall into the water with a loud splash.*\n\n\"Row! Get out of here!\"\n\n*The three swordsmen from before rush at the pair before suddenly stopping once Horace throws down the smoke. The elf himself misses, but at least Mai was safe. For now.*\n\n\n\n*You can hear the sound of confused rambling from 3 humans, and hardened hooves getting closer to the fog. However, no one can see any of the enemies.*\n\n*They also might want to remember that the caster is still walking on the water.*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon would take a running jump from the boat and aim to land towards the small little lifeboat knowing full well he can survive staying in the sea due to his natural affinity to water while if they needed a boat they didn't have that advantage. He did all of this with a loud warcry*" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Ardon ends up landing right on top of the two, crushing them under his weight. Ouch. Unfortunately this also means Ardon has jumped off the boat, removing a significant weight from the back end of the boat. The entire ship lurches forward.*\n\n*The sailors scream out, Horace able to hear them easily. He can also hear hooves and large paws thunder against the wood.*\n\n*Both Horace and Mai soon see a Brayer charging towards them, wielding a greataxe and wearing a thick padded jacket under some chainmail. He swings it in a rising diagonal cut starting from his right side, which would end up hitting the crates as well.*\n\n*What perhaps might be a bigger problem is the orange glow the two can see out of their peripheral vision. It's from the caster, no doubt about it.*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon would begin swimming back to the boat, climbing on the side of ship grabbing whatever nooks or crannies were there to continue and finish the battle! He's already killed all of his opponents so he can finally help Horace and Mai. Although strangely he would have expected the two to finish killing them all alot sooner considering that they were two people compared to simply him alone. If nothing stopped him from getting onto the ship once more he would scan the deck of the ship to see if there was any better way for him to approach the battle*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace lets out a slight chuckle at the sound of the sailors scream.*\n\n\"Gotcha...\" \n\n*Though his attention soon turns to the giant brayer charging toward him and Mai. The two beastkin seemed intent on targetting Mai at least... Though just to be safe, the elf should make room for Mai and dodge as well.*\n\n*The elf would move, jumping on top of the crate to his left as the hulking figure approaches. This should dodge the blow and hopefully make room for Mai to dodge as well. Though as he lands on the second crate, something else comes to his attention. A menacing, orange glow emanating from the sea walking wizard.*\n\n*The thief clicks his tongue, reaching to his belt and fishing his drawn crossbow. He holds it up, aiming down the sight at the cloaked figure below. After a second of aiming, he launches, sending the bolt hurdling at the Wizard's chest. To at least stall him a bit.*" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Ardon is able to get back onto the ship without slipping, though at the cost of absolutely destroying the side of the ship.*\n\n*Horace is able to get a shot at the mage, who ends up taking a hit to the shoulder. __She__ falls onto her magical ice, breaking it and falling into the water.*\n\n*The orange glow would end up being a massive stream of flame, splashing where it impacted where the two just were previously. The brayer, seeing the flame, backs up.*\n\n*However, the Ursine has a different idea. Instead, he charges forward, casting both Burst Dash and Stone Skin and rushing right through the flames unharmed, up the stairs and right towards Mai. He's incredibly fast, Mai not having much time to react at all.*\n\n*The other sailors are bleeding from Horace's shuriken toss, and back away.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "So its basically only the two beastkin in the fight right?\n\nEveryone else is either dead, unconscious, or trying to run" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would quickly turn after shooting down the mage, hearing the sounds of angered stomping against the wooden floor. Looked like the bear was charging Mai again, they were really out for her blood...*\n\n*The elf soon tosses his emptied crossbow to the side, taking his rapier soon after. Assuming the Ursine is right before him and descending onto Mai, Horace would jump forward. Grabbing onto any tufts of hair on the Ursines back for a good grip. His rapier would glow slightly as he does, enabling the BoS lvl 2 enchantment. He then reels back with his free hand, thrusting forward and into the Ursine aimed at its heart.*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon would have his sights on the feeing sailors focusing his rage onto them. No one was going to escape this boat alive, quickly he would run up to the crowd. His fists were raised and ready to just wail on them once they were in range, he focused on his steps slightly as to not destroy the whole ship simply by walking like how he did with the other lifeboat.*" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The sailors run from the hulking titan, fearful for their lives. One of them seems to lag behind a bit.*\n\n*Horace's rapier easily penetrates the Ursine's skin, stabbing deep into its heart. However, before...*\n\n*He's able to swipe his massive paw and absolutely punt Mai off the ship and into the water.*\n\n*The minotaur goes for a downward, right to left diagonal swing at Horace using his greataxe.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "***I tried so hard and got so far, and in the end it didn't even matterrrrr***" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon would continue on running, having noticed the lagging sailor he'd run up to him. Once he can get in range, grab his body and throw it at the shielded escapee wearing red. Aiming for his back by throwing the body overhead grabbing the man by the shoulders, elbows and ankles with his six arms to try and prevent too much of a struggle while he ~~yeeted~~ tossed the man like a projectile*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would grin as his sword pierced deep into the Ursines back. The elegant blade flying though its flesh and piercing its heart. Once again, he was able to help Mai and prevent her fall into the water...*\n\n*Or so he thought at first. It takes a few seconds for the Ursine to fall. And in those few seconds, it seemed the giant Beastkin and slapped Mai into the blur depths!*\n\n\"Fuck! Hold on Mai, im coming!\" \n\n*Though there was still another problem at hand. Not far behind him, the bull man was charging with an axe. Not a good situation for Horace, being on the floor on top of the Ursines corpse. With the incoming axe to his back, the elf would have to put off Mai for a moment...*\n\n*Having the axe fly at his back towards the left, Horace attempts to roll off the corpse. Steering himself towards the north/his right. After, he attempts to stand up, quickly summoning and dropping a canister at his feet. He then runs forward, attempting to slip by the Brayer with the help of his predatorial hearing. If he makes out past the brayer, he attempts to jump and dive into the water towards Mai.*\n\n```Fog Seed (20M cost, 7.5m regen, 67.5M cap```" } ]

[ { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "In the blink of an eye, the peace that still remained in Mai evaporated completely, being replaced by despair. The panther flew into the sea, changing back to its true form in midair. Mai's blue eyes scanned the sky for a second, herself hearing the screams of her past just before falling into the water.\n\n*'Why do I have to be here? Why doesn't he help me? Doesn't he see that I can't swim?'*\n\nThe young voice soon stopped, the woman waking up again to what was happening. She tried to fight the water, moving her arms awkward and desperate to try not to sink. It seems that the calm she always had in front of others was finally over. Mai started to swallow some water, looking up towards the ship.\n\n\"***Horace! I can't swim!***\" She screamed as loudly as she could, her cheeks slightly red from embarrassment to admit one of her faults." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The two men are knocked down like pegs, and the last one jumps into the water.*\n\n*Horace is able to dodge the minotaur, who ends up running.*\n\n*Mai, now just a wet pussy, continues to drown.*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Seeing as there was nothing else for Ardon to throw at the man he would pick up another one of the bodies that were strewn about, run as close as he can towards the fleeing sailor while still having time to throw the body and just chuck it as hard as he can hoping to kill the man off! If not he'd be disappointed but not crushed as he was able to kill off most of these evil pirates*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace quickly descends into the watery depths below, not far off from Mai. The elf braces himself a bit, soon colliding with the blue wall of the seas below. It takes him a few moments to get himself adjusted, and soon after he's off. The black clad elf swimming towards the drowning panther.*\n\n*He knew she couldn't swim, why else would she be so afraid. Though she certainly was brave for her to confess her faults... Or rather necessary if she wanted someone to save her life.*\n\n*After a short swim, the elven thief arrives at the panther, taking her hand.*\n\"Calm down, just hold onto me!\" \n\n*The elf says, attempting to keep Mai above the water fora moment. Assuming Mai gets a firm grasp around him, the elf begins pulling the two towards the boat. Placing a hand against the wooden hull and enabling his Spider Climb ability for a solid hold. He then takes the moment to get a more secure hold on Mai so they could, when ready, scale back up the ship.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai desperately clung to Horace, who could clearly feel that she was shivering, not just from the cold but from fear. She hugged him and tried to calm her breathing for a moment. The elf could feel her nails tighten against him. Lucky that her claws weren't exposed at that time. \n\n\"*Don't leave me, please... Don't go away...*\" She sighed between her anxious breath." }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Y'know, i completely forgot what the point of the quest was, something to do with a hostage?" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As Ardon yeets the corpse at the fleeing sailor, he sinks under the waves as the dead skull slams into the living back. He may or may not be dead.*\n\n*Horace is able to get onto Mai.*\n\n*However, they are faced with another problem. The stream of flame from before has now caught the ship on fire, starting with the boxes.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Seeing the fire begin to spread amongst the boxes Ardon saw the simplest solution. Quickly he would yeet all the boxes one by one to stop them from setting fire to the ship! There wasn't much else to do anyways aside from hoping that the sailor he threw the corpse at was dead. Cracking his knuckles he would remember to lift with the knees and not with the back as well as take advantage of his multiple arms to get a stable grasp on the object before yeeting it away from Mai and Horace... Possibly even the area where the Sailor sank just to make sure*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace could only give Mai a concerned look as she spoke. Her words almost depressing as she begged not to be left alone. Horace holds her tight, preparing scale the wall.*\n\"I know Mai, i know... Im not going anywhere, alright? Just hold on tight while I climb like last time, alright?\" \n\n*He says, giving Mai an almost reassuring smile. The elf could only try to comfort her in the moment... Though actions speak louder than words, and Horace soon begins to climb. Taking Mai up to the top where it was safe...*\n\n*Or \"Safe\", since the boat was being set aflame. Though Ardon seemed to be handling it, so no need to mention it to Mai...*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Ardon ends up setting himself on fire, not that he cares.*\n\n*There doesn't seem to be any more enemies aboard the ship. Now's the time to rescue the hostages.*\n\n*There's only one problem. How are you going to bring them all back?*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf, after climbing a bit, arrives at the top with Mai in tow. He shifts them both over the side of the boat, letting Mai rest on the solid wooden floor.*\n\n*The elf himself rests for a moments, sitting against the wall. He watches Ardon pat down some flames on his skin like it was nothing... Heh... Wonder what the big guys been up to since then...*\n\n*After a small bit of rest, the elf stands. He looks over to Mai, a small concerned look on his face.* \n\"You gonna be alright? Think ima go help Ardon look for the villagers... We'll be on solid ground soon, dont worry Mai...\"" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Climbing the ship with Horace, Mai would take a moment to rest and control her rapid breathing. She would put a hand on the scratch she had made before, bothered by the sensation she had after having the wound exposed to the sea. Soon the pain would be taken away when the woman came back to reality. Had everyone already been defeated? She looked a little confused at Horace before getting up quickly.\n\n\"E-Everything is fine now. We have to help the hostages.\" Mai gave an embarrassed smile and looked around, shouting for the hostages. \"***Hey! Where are you?! We are here to help you!***\" Mai looked around, eventually going to check on the railing that she had almost stuck her foot in when she was fighting one of the bandits." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*At first, nothing. Only silence. Absolutely no motion or signal of life can be heard, save for a splash in the water as the mage makes their escape.*\n\n*Then, a voice can be heard from the grates.*\n\n\"Hello?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"Hey! Are you okay?!\" Mai looked down towards the grates." }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Just skip me for awhile -3-" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*All of a sudden, silence again. As Mai looks down at the gates though, she sees a group of around 20 people, shackled to the floor. They don't look like they've been here for too long, fortunately.*\n\n\"H-hello. Are you here to help us?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace nods as the other two begin working on freeing the prisoners. Ardon seemingly going to lift the grate and Mai help them out... Though that wasn't really a three man job, and Horace needed something else to occupy his mind... He sighs, thinking for a moment as he turns to the side of the ship. Walking over and looking out to the see with a somewhat blank expression. They managed to free these people and kill or chase off all the bandits... But something was off... Like he was forgetting something... Wait... Wait! Fucking hell! They forgot the boat!*\n\n*Horace's eyes widen at the realization as the thief begins to look around the sea. No boat in sight, no way to get these people back home... Fuck! How could they forget...! The elf sighs, running his hand over his face tiredly... At least he has something to do now. The thief begins to undress a bit, throwing his cloak, gloves, boots, socks, everything... Well, except for pants of course, going buck naked would be hell. After doing so, Horace looks to Mai and Ardon.*\n\n\"You two wait right here! I'll be back with the boat, keep them safe in the mean time!\"\n*The thief says, smiling with a small salute as he turns to the water. Once again jumping forward and diving into the depths below, his search for the boat beginning.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Ardon would not find a sign of any other villagers on the ship. It seems like they are all in one area.*\n\n*As Horace plunges into the salty water, he wouldn't be able to see much. However, coming down from below, he can see what looks like a figure rising from the deep. It's approaching him, and it's approaching fast.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Maybe i should of left Mai in the water" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace's heart seemed to sink as he quickly notices something below him. A deep shadow, quickly surfacing.*\n\"Holy shit!\" \n*Screams the elf, quickly swimming back to the boat. Ge places his hands against the side of it, beginning to climb up the side. He was well hidden in the boats shadow anyways but being in the water was still risky.*\n\"God i hate the ocean so much!\" G" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Love how this quest is just dead\n\nNo responses, no pings" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon would walk back up to the deck of the ship a little disappointed that no one was there and there was nothing of note that he was able to find* \"Huh... That was boring. HEY GUYS I DIDN'T FIND ANYTHING IN THE ACTUAL SHIP SO THEY'RE NOT IN THERE!\" *Ardon shouted out for anyone to hear him*" } ]

[ { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai would turn to Horace for a moment, sighing. \"A shark? We are in luck today...\"\n\nShe looked back at the railing and the people there, trying to think of something. \"Keep trying what you're doing, meanwhile I'll try to look for something to help us get them out of there.\" So Mai went looking for something so they could help them. A key to open the grid, something to break it, or a rope. Any of these would be useful." }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "I also completely forgot that the grate was there so idk what Horace is doing now" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon would look at the grate which held the captured villagers making him audibly groan in frustration and annoyance just staring at the obstacle in disbelief while his shoulders slumped.* \"Ughhhhhhhaaarghhh!!!! What are we supposed to do? And it's just a shark anyways just ask it to go away politely or punch it or something.\" *Ardon pouted while looking off towards the water with a curious eyebrow raised. He honestly doubted that there would be a shark so close to the shore, one would expect creatures of the type to be much father out in the sea and alot more deeper.* \"Hey village people! Try moving away from the grate! I'll try and like break one side of it with my body.\" *Ardon would then begin jumping up and down in one area of the two grates in his mind using his body's weight to break the grates and then let the people climb upon his shoulders to get up!*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "*Or i mean, he could just pull the grate off the boat*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would make his way onto the sandy beach, grains shifting and moving under his boots as he walked. It was rather quiet out here, save for sloshing of waves hitting the coast. He stood with a red cloak covering the majority of him, the mask of a pig obscuring half of his face. A chilly breeze would blow past, causing his cloak to wave idly in it while up above, the sky seemed to be at an overcast, threatening for impending rain. The Elf didn't mind it however. He had dealt with heavy rain before, but this place, was merely peaceful. At the very least a nice change from the bustling Capitol.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Person in a hooded robe was sitting under the tree and doing something on the sand. They seem to not notice Terrel yet. The hooded person in a robe quite far away from Terrel yet they could be noticed.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would shift his gaze to the person, at first simply watching him messing with the sand. It seemed he wasn't the only one coming out to enjoy the beach.*\"Seems like a pretty dreary day to be relaxing at the beach, don't you think?\"*He'd call over to them in his hypocrisy for also being out here.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist just slightly turned their head towards the person. He was silent for a few moments, then he just shrugs. Quietly sitting. Yet Cultist observes the person with edge of their eye.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Talkative one I see.\"*He'd muse sarcastically before turning his head away to gaze back out at the waves.*\"Not everyday you see someone out on the beach when it looks like it's about to rain.\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist shrugs, literally unsure what to say. Cultist stood up, walking up to the water. They look by the coast line, seemingly looking for something. Their walking pace looks somewhat anxious and quick.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd eye Cultist as he made over to the water, watching his anxious movements with a more sense of calm.*\"Trying to escape the Capitol as well?\"*He'd ask him.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist turns around, their face is covered with hood shadow making it look like a faceless void. Cultist shakes their head whilst looking at the person, their stare feels somewhat upset and tired.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look back at him, cocking his head to the side a bit.*\"Well my guess is as good as yours then.\"*He'd say.*\"Guess you're not much of a talker.\"*The Elf would stare at them for a while, his typical ability to read faces scoured by the hood the person wore. It was hard to tell what was really going through their mind, but it seemed he wasn't going to get much of a straight answer.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"I don't like to talk.\" Cultist nods twice. Their voice sounds somewhat empty. \"Just unsure what to do.\" Cultist continued after a little while. They turned back to the see, facing it. Cultist's robe slightly shakes in the wind, Terrel can notice quite thick book attached to their belt. It's cover is just grey without any symbols at all. The book has a lock and probably serving something of a diary or something else that Cultist writes down there.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Part of Terrel wasn't sure if they meant they didn't know what to do here or what to do in general, but seeing as they finally managed to get an answer out, Terrel decided to go with the former. It seemed he was going to have to put in an effort to get anything out of them, the person most likely being more reserved.*\"You lost?\"*He'd ask more simply. The question could be taken in a more physical sense or mental. It seemed the person was already dressed more seclusively especially in him hanging out at the beach alone, perhaps not having anywhere better to go.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist raised his head very quickly, then slowly looking back down. It seems the question hit Cultist in some sense. Cultist shrugs. They then 'hug' themselves, holding their shoulders like people do when they are feeling cold. Cultist remained silent.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Yes it is then. The Elf decided to take it that way. He figured the best way to get an answer would be to just take the simple cues as the person not being sure and in that case leaving it open to the possibility.*\"You travel often?\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist shakes his head at sides, probably meaning 'Something in between'.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He decided to take it as an unlikely.*\"Alright so you're kind of lost, prefer not to talk often, and probably don't travel too much.\"*Terrel would summarize aloud.*\"You're secluding yourself on the beach and aren't speaking because you're not sure what to do. That sound about right?\"*He'd ask them in trying to get confirmation.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist looks over at the person. Cultist just shrugs. Then they turn around, not even sure if it worth leaving at the moment.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Yes it was, he decided to take it.*\"Well if anything, I suppose you can be a good listener. Give about as much commentary as my steed anyways.\"*The Elf would say with a light chuckle.*\"I guess you have a preference for the silence though.\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist tilts their head at sides, uncertain how to answer. It seems they aren't really prepare for any kind of discussion. Cultist walks back to the tree and sits down.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd watch him walk back to the tree, figuring that's where he preferred to relax at.*\"That's fine.\"*The Elf would say casually before eventually coming to sit down atop the sand just beyond where the waves could reach.*\"I don't mind the silence either.\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist took out their Bronze Falchion, a clear 'Sheeek' sound could be heard by Terrel. Since Terrel wasn't facing Cultist they could think of anything happening next.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Though the sound was audible enough for him hear, Terrel wouldn't turn back to face him. He's been in enough fights to not care much for any sneaky assassination attempts.*\"If you're looking to kill me, I'd suggest doing it now while my back is turned.\"*He'd half dare the person in a rather casual tone. Was this something he often dealt with? It was hard to tell really.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"No. I don't need to kill anyone.\" Cultist said with emptiness in their voice. Cultist remained in a place. Scratching sounds of a rock were heard behind.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*From the sound of it, it seemed like he was merely sharpening the blade which could have been seen as contradictory with his words, however, he decided not to look at it that way.*\"With a voice like that, sounds like you've already have.\"*The Elf would say back, keeping his gaze ahead of him.*\"That or the opposite in your case. Empty inside even.\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"No. I never did. And don't want to.\" Cultist continued to do use blade to scratch rocks, sound wasn't like sharpening, more of a random and careful rock scratching sounding like engraving.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*So they were a pacifist. It sounded like a companion of his, but she didn't typically carry around a weapon with her. By the sounds of it, however, it could just be them toying with the blade.*\"Would you kill in self defense?\"*The Elf would ask them.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist stopped scratching the rock. \"Often single slightest bleeding scratch is more then enough to convince your enemy that death isn't the best idea. Of course if they aren't insane.\" Cultist replied, this time sitting quietly without any scratching sounds.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'm sure it'll take little more than a paper cut to convince an enemy otherwise.\"*He'd say back before silence was ensued. Perhaps this person wasn't much of a Mercenary to have to fight those willing to come close to death before realizing the error in their decisions.*\"But we live in a crazy world so there are bound to be insane people out there. More often than you may think anyways.\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"I know. Like the ones who destroyed my old home.\" Cultist replied and continued to scratch the rocks. Their voice had tiny bit of anger emotion, yet it remained as empty as it has been.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I suppose you never decided on taking the revenge route then.\"*He'd say back to them. Most typically said that revenge was never the answer. The Elf didn't believe any action deserved to go without getting paid back. It was almost hand in hand with being a Mercenary, however, this one with malicious intent to it.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"I never did. I am not cut out to be much of anything.\" Cultist says with emptiness in their voice. They put the Bronze Falchion back into the sheath.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"With the weapon alone, you have potential at least.\"*The Elf would suggest to them.*\"Can do a lot of things if you ever found interest into it. Maybe not while being a pacifist, but it's a start.\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"I don't really care. I just seek for a reason to be.\" Cultist answers seemingly without any other intention to keep up the discussion. They sound empty and emotionless.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would finally look back at them, placing his gloved hand down onto the sand so that he could lean back slightly while watching the person with their now sheathed sword.*\"Is that what you really seek?\"*He'd ask them.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"I don't know. Noone knows. I have nowhere to go.\" Cultist replies, looking at a flat stone they hold in their pale hands.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would let out a silent exhale of air, looking back to the ocean briefly before he'd eventually get back up. Small grains of sand would embed themselves in his cloak as he did, though he didn't care much for it. He could simply shake it out later. Terrel would gradually make his over to the Macen, practically towering over him as he'd gaze down at the man with the blank stare his pig mask typically gave off.*\"You want to come with?\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist looks up at Terrel. With their face lifted up Terrel can notice bronze mask hiding their face. Pair of bronze horns are perking from the hood. Two eyes stare at Terrel with lots of emotions at once. Confusion, Denial, Lost and a Hope. Cultist doesn't says anything, standing up.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Another mask wearer, the Elf would merely grin. It seemed his little joke could still come true with what he told the mage some time ago. It was somewhat demonic looking, but with a pig for a mask, who was Terrel to judge really? For now, however, it seemed like the man was agreeing to come. That or simply growing uncomfortable with Terrel looking down at him.*\"It'll start raining soon. Probably won't be best to stay out here much longer. Capitol at least has shelter. Better than the forests anyways.\"*He'd explain to him before allowing his own wcloak to conceal his arms so that he'd come off as more passive.*\"I don't recommend staying. Secluding to one place will only make you as insane as the rest of them, you understand that right?\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist nods. \"I had a dugout in the marshland, but there's nothing much left there except for few dried spices and an anvil stump.\"*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A response. Good. It seemed the Elf could at least get some answers out of him with yes or no questions at least.*\"You know how to set up a Camp?\"*He'd decide to ask him. At least seeing if he carried any prior knowledge with him.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"Simple construction. Smelting metals. Pottery. Foraging. Smithing. You need to know everything to survive.\" Cultist says.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*It seemed like he had good survival skills. Considering they'd probably be out traveling in the forests for a while that should at least be helpful.*\"Have you ever been to a Capitol since first coming out here. Or frankly around any city in general?\"*He decided to ask one last thing. It was often hard to get some people through the bustling Capitol of Salvania. Fortunately for them, the rain should drive most away from the streets, though the same couldn't be said about the indoors. He'd at least have to assume his family didn't also raise him in the wilderness. Otherwise that would be a tough trait to break through.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"Never been in any of cities. Only in one village which once was my home.\" Cultist replied.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would suck in a breath. Oh boy, this was going to be tougher than he was hoping. Maybe he can get away with going at the less busier hours of the day. He'll have to figure that out later though. It seemed they had lingered too long out here, as he'd feel small drops of water landing upon his head. Drizzling.*\"Right...\"*He'd eventually say, deciding that the questioning will have to wait until they found better shelter.*\"Come.\"*He'd say, gesturing with a hand to follow as he'd turn away from Cultist to begin heading back through the forest.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist silently follows, looking around and making sure noone would stalk them or anything alike.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*As the trees would begin to cover them from the worst of weather, Terrel would keep himself faintly aware of the Macen following him.*\"Do you have a name or do you typically go without one?\"*He'd ask him so as to drown out the silence. It should only be a short trek to the Capitol from here at least.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"It's Cultist. People refer to me like that.\" Cultist replies, following Terrel and keeping fine distance between them.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well people can be cruel.\"*The Elf would say casually despite it being a slight joke. It didn't seem to roll off the tongue very well with it having its own implications about him, but he supposed everyone had their own unique names.*\"I think I'll call you by a different name. In my head anyways if you're attached to your current one.\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"I have never been referred as anything else but Cultist. Even the 'Providence' called me like that. I don't see any direct reason to change it.\" Cultist replies seemingly not really affected in mood by the joke.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"It's more of preference than an actual reason. People hear the name Cultist and it can warrant the wrong kind of attention.\"*He'd explain before coming to decide that he may prefer the regular name as it is. The Elf would keep the reference on the down low for now. At the very least with it just being the two of them for now, he'd know he was talking to him anyways.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"I know. I wasn't really liked back in the village. Probably it's my fate to bear such a name. My beliefs are different.\" Cultist says, following Terrel.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Well there's a shocker.*\"My belief is your fate is going to be whatever you allow to happen.\"*He'd say casually, brushing past the different branches that seemed to get in the way of the tall Elf.*\"When you're out in the middle of nowhere though. Your name can be whatever you want it to be. People can't tell your otherwise out here if not given the chance. There's a difference between a name and a title after all.\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"I bear title of noone. I belong to nowhere. My goals are bleak same as far stars in cloudy night.\" Cultist replies.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Then as far as either of us know. You don't carry a name.\"*He'd suggest, deciding to leave him on that thought before coming to a stop and turning to face him.*\"Don't always follow what people say. There will be a lot met on the road and they'll define you as they wish. But fate has little to do with it.\"*He'd part away some of the branches, coming to reveal the city-like structures on the other side.*\"There's the Capitol, probably where you'd meet the most people, who doesn't always have your best interest as I'm sure you already know.\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist does not replies and just observes the city in the distance. Few raindrops flow down on their mask, yet Cultist just stands like a statue not saying anything.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would almost mimic him, staring out at the city in his own blank stare as the water would gradually land atop of his light pink hair, causing it to slowly darken upon impact. Two masked statues in the rain, but the water was bound to press them for time.*\"Stay close in the city.\"*He'd say, not looking back to him. It gets rambunctious throughout the day.\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"I want to know your intentions. What is your goal for this period of time?\" Cultist decides to ask them a question, staring at the city standing still.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"For now, it's traveling the country. I have a job as a Mercenary and being one, I tend to visit different places. Salvania is simply where I'm staying for the time being until it's time to set out again.\"*He'd explain, deciding not add in the extra details of his work or the other companions. It wasn't too important of a subject to talk about for now.*" } ]

[ { "author": "ibyte.png", "message": "It wasn't hard to tell that this person had gotten startled from his... *Features*, Oceal gave nothing more than an awkward look before diverting his eyes elsewhere. Surely he wasn't *That* Alien to the landwalkers, her reaction definitely says otherwise.\n \"A wrong turn is all. One would assume the trails to capitals would be clear but fork with no attempt to correct anyone that wasn't raised here.\" He complains, eventually picking himself up with his shield as a sort of support, never leaving his gear's side.\n\n \"Yes, I'm a little lost.\" He answered shortly after ranting about the lands flawed travel guides. He ought to find a map sometime, could assist in traveling and find out the approximate area of certain herbs that's he's previously grabbed. Ironically, he has not reason to near the shore anymore... One would assume it would be a causal visit but he'd rather avoid it. While the ocean breeze was almost nostalgic, it brought back too much bitterness that he'd rather leave entirely." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would eye him for a while, taking a deep calming breath despite his every movement causing her to shift her gaze towards what he was doing only to realize he was collecting his gear.*\"Where... Did you come from...?\"*She'd ask in a calmer tone, turning around fully so that she could gradually make her way over to where he was, albeit there being a decent amount of space between them from where she stood.\n\nIt was often people got lost out around her hunting grounds. This was nothing new. She had to admit, however, that this was a first of seeing someone like him. Part of her considered him possibly coming from the lake or ocean, but she knew better than to assume such by looks alone. He may not be Salvanian with him trying to find the Capitol, so maybe he was a traveler from some place farther away from here.*" }, { "author": "ibyte.png", "message": "\"I do not see how my origin matters now.\" And truthfully, that's an area he'd rather avoid. He seamlessly turned and tended to his pack ensuring everything he owns is still there- from his food to his medical supplies. Eventually he pulled out his Boar spear and hooked it onto the side of the bag, not like he's planning on using it. And something was telling him that he should loose any threatening demeanor if he ever wanted to get a proper answer.\n\n He let out a deep sign realizing his little introduction could be a little more friendly, information is earned not easily given. He informs her vaguely, \"But I will mention that was traveling from the west side hoping to find the capital of Salvainia.\" \n\n Eventually turning back to her, now his turn to understand what he was talking to. To no one surprise, he was confused at what he was looking at... It's like every time he find a landwalker, they are always different. Usually safe to assume one is Macen until an odd feature is presented; in this case... It's the ears." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would flick at his initial answer. It seemed like the shark person wasn't much of a conversationalist. She's seen many of those too. So much for learning who or what he was. The Canifor could have figured that he'd keep any information away from her despite seeking her help while also being someone she knew nothing of. For all she knew, she could be leading him to her own terrible fate. It wasn't everyday one saw landsharks and there was probably a reason for it. Only when he still gave her a vague answer, did she decide that maybe she should just accept she wasn't going to get much out of this individual. Perhaps he cared only for finding Salvania, and the Canifor was nothing more than a guide to him.\n\nJuna could accept it. She knew the way back to the main road of the Capitol even if it would take much longer with them being on the outskirts of the forest. She'd give a slight dip of her head, soon walking past him with the tapping of the dead bird resounding from it smacking against her pant leg while she moved.*\"This way.\"*She'd say to him, walking in the opposite direction she was originally heading in.*\"You're not the only traveler to get lost near the wilderness... Many seem to get turned around along the roadways.\"*No matter how obvious they were to follow. She thought the last part to herself. Juna never truly understood how so many people managed to get lost.*" }, { "author": "ibyte.png", "message": "Normally, he would've taken the information and simply left but even he needs a small break every now and then. Once he got the direction, he simply took a quick mental note of it before *Attempting* A conversation. \"I do suppose that makes me feel like less of a log. But I also blame the distraction around the trail, must've hopped onto a different trail when I stepped out for some herbs.\" He poked fun at, letting out nothing but a faint chuckle.\n\n \"You're from around here I assume?\" He asked knowing that an answer wasn't guaranteed considering he was so hesitant to bother with answers her initial questions. But then he can't kick himself a day from now thinking he didn't try to at least know more of other land walkers. And at least then he'd have no excuse to confuse one with another, since many were not a fan of being confused with another race." } ]

[ { "author": "ibyte.png", "message": "\"Yes, I am a botanist... A self proclaimed one but one nonetheless.\" He untied one of pouches, letting a few of the glass bottles hit each other lightly, before pulling out an ointment, green and smooth. \"Of course a lot of what I have on my is processed and only help with things that I've seen before.\" He said before placing the bottle back into it bag and roughly stuffed it into his pack, the smell of the pack alone should be enough to know that he collect a variety of herbs.\n\n \"It's for my clients mostly, I can't be protecting them if they get sick on me.\" Oceal realistically only has a few things to treat a common fever, cold, aches and actual injuries. Lucky for him, he keeps a note of all of the herbs collected and what it's used for. Surely there are better books out there with more information but he has yet to visit a larger place to even encounter a library. Eventually he plans on finding a real book with all information, he's sure some of the herbs he uses is most likely used incorrectly." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The scent of the herbs would fill Juna's nose almost instantaneously, causing her to draw back at the smell before he'd put them away once more. Juna had never been much of a medicinal person, healing and herbs being the closest she's come to it, but it did leave her to wondering if she'd ever be able to find use for all these plants she knew little of. It seemed the shark's knowledge was also limited to what he's seen. Perhaps it would be better for Juna not to ask for more information regarding it in that case. She'll just have to make due with what she could find.*\n\n\"I don't have much experience with herbs...\"*She'd admit to the shark, most of her silence being filled by the crunching of sand underfoot.*\"I tried healing someone with them once, but... I don't think it was as effective as I would have hoped...\"*She'd tilt her head up in thought for a moment as she gazed up at the darkened clouds.*\"Do you believe they could be just as effective as... Healing magic...?\"*She'd question him randomly. Maybe this could be a possible alternative, but even then she knew little of it and even less of how to get her own healing abilities back. Maybe if Orceal thought so, there was still a chance she could learn it and make due with the plants over magical properties.*" }, { "author": "ibyte.png", "message": "\"You're asking the wrong person about magic, but while I believe that natural healing would be best... I've seen magic do some things that no amount of ointments could compare.\" Oceal has had many opportunities to try magic however dedicated his time separating himself from anyone that isn't clients... It's makes his job easier. Just keep moving is something he's always ran by, it wasn't till now that he noticed the dead bird that she had hunted down, not his style but weirdly understandable. Times in the depths didn't come without some hunting needed, even for an prior noble like him.\n\n He weaves his hand around almost foolishly before explaining, \"I hope to get a basic understanding of magic sometime, maybe healing... Or some sort of abjuration.\" Whether he *Could* Is the issue, it doesn't matter how much he trains if in the end of the day he needs some sort of... Prerequisites that he is unaware about. \n \"Did magic come to you naturally?\" He asked." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Right... Of course...\"*Juna would say quietly in him stating that he wasn't the right person to ask. She supposed she should have expected that much. It was rather common for her to see those without magical abilities to the point where finding a mage was almost a rare occurrence for her. It could have also been the case of her staying out in the forests alone, but either way it wasn't everyday she saw magic. The Canifor would continue on, climbing up the small incline that lead them off of the beach front to the more grassy area beyond it. From here the forest seemed to stretch on for quite a while. She had grown to call it home.\n\nHer ears would angle themselves back to him at his question, soon stating:*\"I was taught it by my parents... I guess... Maybe there was natural ability there since it came so easily, but... I haven't been able to use magic for some time now... I'm afraid whatever ability I may have had to use it might have been lost...\"*Juna didn't have any clear explanation for what happened to cause it, only knowing what was once there was now gone.*\"Healing... Healing is a good magic to learn...\"*She'd finish in a more somber tone. If not her, then maybe there was a chance that Oceal would be able to tap into it.*" } ]

[ { "author": "ibyte.png", "message": "\"Individuals can just... *Lose* Their innate magical capabilities?\" He asked wondering if it's even worth delving into if magic can be just as easily taken away for whatever reason. Perhaps it's draining, or someone caused it... Or it's just natural. He couldn't help but ask, \"Are you aware what caused you to start losing your little... Tricks.\"\n\n Someone would assume that coming from the Arcanic Ocean, that'd they know something. And to be honest, had Oceal stayed maybe he would have known a lot more. But leaving at the time he did, he wasn't able to retain information. Let alone practice any form of it.\n\n \"Healing magic would make it more convenient... That way I won't have to spend more gold to restock on medical equipment. Magic doesn't need gold right?\" He questioned, tightening his pack more getting ready for another departure." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"It's not common as far as I know...\"*She would explain to answer his question.*\"But I guess it is possible to simply lose your connection to it...\"*Juna thought about it for a moment, recalling what the Elven lady had said to her about losing her confidence and, in the process, losing her magic as well.*\n\n\"Magic doesn't usually just disappear... But... It can run out at times... Like mana... It typically comes back by the next day unlike gold... Though some forms of healing may warrant you needing to buy supplies...\"*Juna would head down the path that would lead closer to the edge for the forests, staying near the trees in opposition to the open area that was beyond them.*\n\n\"Maybe magic is... Like a muscle... Where the less you use it... The less likely it'll be able to work... The last time I've used it was when summoning my spiritual wolves... That was several months ago and... But the time I tried using my magic again I... Guess it was already gone...\"*She'd finish. Perhaps it was also her lack of confidence in her ability that also warded off her ability to manipulate mana. Either seemed like a possibility, believing in oneself was just as powerful of being magically intelligen.*" }, { "author": "ibyte.png", "message": "\"Yeesh, definitely something worth studying but maybe I shouldn't delve too much into it. From what I'm understanding it's a lot more that just a light show.\" He hooked the boar spear on his hip and quickly strapped his pack onto his back, eventually tying it around his shoulder, chest and even tail for easier traveling. He gave nothing more that a quick stretch before turning the way he came from, hoping to reach the closest capital. However he was sure to stay around the area for a little longer.\n\n \"Oceal by the way, it's what people call me. Unless you're my client, In that case be professional. Use 'sir'.\" He explained, what others would consider common courtesy to shake hands after an introduction would end up being something this shark would never do. His skin might not be smooth enough for the weak skinned to touch without expecting a cut. Even with his much smaller scales. \"And if you were ever doubting, I am a Treton.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Figuring she wasn't currently one of his clients, Juna would give a light dip of her head in response to his introduction.*\"You may call me Lady...\"*She'd say.*\"Lady Bamboo... As... You are currently one of my clients ...In me showing you the way out...\"*With formality mentioned, she decided to use it as reason for her self-given title. She was not noble enough to be officially considering a 'Lady', but living out in the forests, there was none to from her from it besides the ones she told the name to.\n\nShe'd hesitantly reach her hand out to shake his oddly human-like ones. Surely he wasn't some kind of beastkin. Her questioning would be answered soon enough however as he stated that he was a Treton. Those were the people that lived out in the water right? She never would have thought they'd take on a full fish-like form, but yet here this was proving her wrong.*\"A Treton... I...Guess that makes more sense...\"*She'd say, drawing her hand away from his rough skin.*\"Many take me for a Kemonomimi... But I'm simply a Canifor...\"*The Canifor would let out a more relieve sight in being in the forest once more. The tree-like protection never seemed to fail her.*\"Most people don't see that though... But I think its more common for them to have a lot more fur... But for me... I'm just a little different from most...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "ibyte.png", "message": "\"Please, avoid large names. I still do not know much about other... Races as one would put it. Though I am more familiar with Canifor, it *Is* Very odd for you to be one.\" Little to no fur on their body, if anything the thick coat is what makes canifor to be so easily recognizable and yet this one lack it. \"Is there a reason for that? Or can Canifors naturally have less fur?\" He asked genuine unsure whether he should keep a mental note of that...\n\n Oceal was quick to tie together the armour on his Body, making sure every leather strap was hooked on correctly, even wiped down any dirt that got gotten it dirty; he may be venturing but that doesn't mean he can't look neat. And next he hook his tower shield on his pack tightly. Ensuring his has all his equipment back on, he then quickly asked. \"Which specific capital await for me? And would people be genuinely interested there in a personal bodyguard? A temporary one of course.\" Oceal was a botanist, but his main job that gets him the gold is a body guard. With his shining thick around and a tower shield, people should recognize what he's there to do; regardless of what he may look like." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would flick at Oceal saying that he didn't know much of the other races. Juna supposed that it was the same for her in some cases, though she typically saw Kemonomimi all the time.*\"I guess they can also be known as Okamis-\"*She'd say, correcting the original name for something much shorter. There were quite a few names they went by, but Kemonomimi seemed to be the one most used as long as the name was. She'd walk in silence for a while, listening to his question about her lack of fur. It was something she hardly got asked and even more so one she had even less of an explanation for.*\"I wasn't always like this... I guess it just depends where Canifors grow up... Sometimes it changes their appearance...\"*She'd explain.*\n\n\"A... Boduguard...?\"*Juna would ask him as though the job was foreign to her. She had never thought of the idea of a bodyguard though in hearing of it, she wished she had one in all her travels leading up to this. Maybe she wouldn't have been so seclusive.*\"I'm sure you could find a few jobs that pays you to protect someone... There are some guilds around there... Or maybe with good reputation someone higher up will... Pay to make you their body guard...\"*She'd say after thinking the options over. Surely the more wealthy people would only want the best body guard, but there were so many adventurers out there that could use one as well.*" }, { "author": "ibyte.png", "message": "\"Yes. Once again, a self proclaimed bodyguard, but a bodyguard nonetheless. And dare I say a decent one. Surely the capital is always in need of one. Sure, some of the common folk here would like one too but frankly they have no one to spread the word to.\" With his name being traveled between people, his chances of being hired would be higher. He hovered his hand just over his eyes to block the sun as he turned back to see if he could spot a simple path, in his current position... To no success. Finally he took it me last glance at the sea, almost emotionless with each passing wave before finally turning back to the canifor.\n\n \"I ought to not forget that information of Canifors. An ignorant guess can get be hunted down a killed if said to the wrong individual.\" \n\"However I suggest you keep in mind that, that applies to multiple races. Including my own... I dare you to try to find another one of my kind that looks remotely similar. Different parts of the Arcanic depths have different Tretons.\" Wondering if the capitals have any knowledge in races within the land. Regardless if he's been around for over a decade, he wasn't the biggest when it came to wondering about others and their features, frankly... He'd steer continue onto his life, just to keep on moving. Because that's what he's always wanted... Right?" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*The dreary city of Salvainia, home to thousands of souls across its cold stoned streets. A city raring to close down as rays of sunlight kiss the land goodbye, letting the night sky take hold. Businesses closing down and locking up, hoping for a better day tomorrow. Homes, bringing in their children and shutting their doors, lighting candles to keep the ensuing darkness at bay.*\n\n*The city was not but abandoned, save for the few and unfortunate of the city. Most whom have taken refuge on the coast line of the city, a poverty stricken area. Their dreams and aspirations that, perhaps tomorrow something would change. For most, a delusion, for Grey, it was to be a reality. Stomping his heavy feet across the poorly lit docks, admiring the distant ocean. The waters brushing across the coarse sand before retreating into its own waves.*\n\n*The wolf moved in his armor, weapons sheathed and unguarded. A lax look on his doggish face, panting gently in the oven he called armor. His eyes watching as the sun slowly disappeared behind the oceanic horizon, leaving a beautiful, colored sky. Then again, something else came to occupy his vision. Almost lost amongst their surroundings, a small camp. A poor, patchy tent barely held up on the dry sands to be swept away at high tide. Who the hell would camp down there, he wondered... Some fool, he'd better warn... Moving on and in, the canifore would begin to approach the significantly small camp on the sands.*" }, { "author": "Heide Theres Sephiran", "message": "This tent though only a bit of leather and cloth would seem to he set up by a person who knew what they were doing, after all it hadn't been blown over by the harsh winds that swept away at the coast, by of course wind wasn't the same as water which *Would* Pull the tent away into the sea. Fortunately for the Wolfman it would seem whoever the owner is was home judging from the faint flicker of fire on the sand in front of the tent, though if they'd welcome the intrusion was unknown." }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Whether they'd heed his advice or run him off, the wolf did not care. He couldn't let them just get washed away without having said something after all. The wolf carefully approaching the camp, eyeing the flame suspiciously. He seems quite, although his large frame and clanking armor are enough to announce his presence. The wolf eventually finding himself at the flame, glancing idly at the fire and tent.*" }, { "author": "Heide Theres Sephiran", "message": "As he came around the front of the tent Grey would be able to get a peek inside it's flappess form, and in there would be a sleeping figure, a girl clad in armor with long black hair strewn about. The more important thing to note however was the Greatsword she cuddled against her chest... Quite the dangerous sleeping position, but a more dangerous problem for the carnifore should he spoke the girl." }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*The dog eyed the figure curiously, his eyes of course landing on the blade. A sword? A big sword... Something a never wouldn't ordinarily carry. They'd usually sell something like that... It must have value to her then. Or at least, she planned to do some work with the blade... Maybe she was a mercenary?*\n\n*The wolf speculated as he watched her sleeping self. This certainly was interesting... But the task at hand still called for her to be awake. The dog paused for a moment, thinking of how to do it. Eventually clearing his throat before unleashing a loud, dominant* ***BARK***" }, { "author": "Heide Theres Sephiran", "message": "As soon as the bark rang out the girl would jump out of fright, her eyes snapping open. \"God's! Fuck!\" She'd shout out while trying heft the blade in all of her tired blindness, the consequence of which would be a loud rip as the sword tore into the fabric of her home, thus prompting an immediate gasp from the mercenary.\n\nThe woman's slender figure would shoot up right on her thin bedroll, dropping her sword to inspect the now torn side of her tent for a few seconds before shooting her gaze to the one who'd caused this Reckless property damage to happen, a furious fire in her eyes. \"Oooohhhh, so you think it's funny to mess with the homeless do ya?!\"" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey takes a step back, slightly concerned as the blade seems to come plunging through the flimsy tent. Carving a rather large hole into the side of the makeshift home, rendering it useless.*\n\n*The sword on the floor causes the wolf to settle, observing the woman as she examine her own home. Then wincing at the rage full gaze of Heide. He moves his clenched fist over his maw, clearing his throat once more.*\n\n\"I didn't mean for that-... I just-... If you stay here, your camp will be destroyed by high tide...\"\n*He muttered, looking the woman up and down briefly. Glancing away to the sea as he offers her a chance to get better dressed.*" }, { "author": "Heide Theres Sephiran", "message": "Well apparently she didn't need to get dressed any better than she already was, even though her current outfit was just a breast plate, some gauntlets, leg wrappings, and... What could be considered a thicker and slightly longer pair of panties with a belt and leather surcoat to make it more than just a pair of undergarments; anyway she'd go to stand up, one of her hands batting the rest of the now destroyed tent over. And once she was finally on her feet she'd... Only come up to Grey's chest, but she could still probably put up a fight. \"What? You think I don't know how water works asshole, tide doesn't come in for like another few hours!\" At least that's what she thought." } ]

[ { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey would internally remark on the woman's short stature. Sure, he was tall, with a beastly body to boot. But she had reached a new low, literally. If he continued like that, he'd probably get a crick in his neck from looking down so much.*\n\n*As such, the wolf chooses to crouch down, his eyes glazing passed the angry woman to the tent.*\n\"Sooner... Guess that doesn't matter now... Do you have another place to stay?\"\n\n*He inquired, glancing up to Heide.*" }, { "author": "Heide Theres Sephiran", "message": "Once the bigger man dropped himself down to meet her height Heide's eye would twitch and her fist would curl up into tight seething balls. \"Oh! Ooooh! So not only are you gonna wake me up and cause me to destroy my tent, but now you're gonna treat me like some kid?!\" Oh she wanted to kick him, she was gonna, until he asked her about her living situation; which would stop the kick but it wouldn't save his ears. \"Do you think I have another fucking place to stay dude?! I ***Was*** Sleeping in a tent on this beach, but I don't see a tent anymore, do you?!\"" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*An angry little thing, wasn't she... Then again, he probably wasn't helping. This didn't exactly go as he'd planned, but ended for a much more interesting option.*\n\n\"Can you work? Skills?\"\n*He asked once more, ignoring her anger and sass. Lifting himself back up to his full height before glancing around the beach. It was getting dark, really dark...*\n\n\"I'll make it up to you. Don't worry.\"" }, { "author": "Heide Theres Sephiran", "message": "The brunette would roll her eyes and turn back to her now dismantled home, letting out a sigh before she crouched down to pick up her sword, hefting it up to rest on her shoulder as she turned back to meet Grey. \"Of course I can work dumbass, I don't carry this sword around for nothing, the armor either.\" Now that she had the sword in her hands the woman would seem a lot less tense, probably due to her renewed control of the situation... You know... With the big fucking sword... Maybe she was overcompensating. Either way she'd meet his eyes with now slighly softer, but still furious amber eyes of her own. \"Fuck do you mean, you'll make it up to me?\"" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*A promising endeavor this has been. Grey looks back to Heide, tilting his head as she arms herself. The smaller woman seeming more formidable with a weapon in her hands. Of course, he didn't intend to fight her. Then again, a spar would give him some idea of her skill...*\n\n\"Can give you a roof over your head... Food, medicine, a place to sleep. I believe it'd be better than toughing it out in the sand...\"\n\n*He remarked on the sad state of her camp. Even before he arrived, it was the bare minimum to survive.*\n\"Come, work, live. Instead of just surviving as you've done now.\"" }, { "author": "Heide Theres Sephiran", "message": "\"Hah, like I'm supposed to just accept that?\" She'd laugh, kicking up sand and stepping a bit away from the man. \"You, a stranger, comes outta nowhere, destroys my temporary home and now you're offering me a job? Real fucking shady, like you're trying to make me a slave or you're whore or something.\"" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey pondered the thought for a moment. Perhaps that was the case... Oh well, if that's how she took it.*\n\n\"Can't force you to do anything... But as it stands, you won't find a better offer.\"\n*The wolf man smirks down at her, curious about what she'd do.*\n\"I promise you won't be harmed or exploited. You could leave whenever you'd like, and I won't force you to do anything.\"\n\n*His ear flicked gently, looking to the waves as they seemed to inch closer.*\n\"At least, I urge you to stay off the beach... I'll leave you with some time to think about your current situation... My offer still stands. A tavern, the Singing Whale. Ask for Grey.\"" }, { "author": "Heide Theres Sephiran", "message": "Heide would furrow her brow and look back towards the city, she tried camping out in one of the many alleys but got run off because apparently people didn't want her sleeping behind the restaurant, something about being a bum or whatever. Nevertheless the beggars life really wasn't vibing with the girl, and it didn't seem like the man was the type to lie, but the bandits that put her in this situation also didn't seem like that...\n\n\"Fuck me...\" She'd groan and plant her sword in the sand to then turn back towards the wolf. \"Alright, you give me like I dunno... Fifty silver right now and I'll be your little fucking maid or whatever you want from me.\"" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*The wolf smirked again, looking to the woman as she spouted absurdities.*\n\n\"The mental image of me you've made is quite amusing... I'm not in the market for using you, as tempting an offer.\"\n\n*The wolf would spread his cloaked body out, showing off his battered armor.*\n\"I'm a mercenary... Mercenary life is tough. Easier if you have someone to help you fight, protect.\"\n\n\"Do as you like with your 'assets', I'm only interested in that sword and your ability to use it.\"" }, { "author": "Heide Theres Sephiran", "message": "She'd tilt her head a bit at the man, looking at him as if he was an idiot, but the corner of her lips would curve up into a smirk just before she drug her sword up from the sand and poked it's tip against his breastplate. \"I think you're a pretty bad merc if you actually need a partner, but if you're willing to pay me I'll do whatever you damn well need with this sword... Now, just gimme that fifty silver and you can call it a deal~.\" Heide would then chuckle and yank her greatsword away, scratching his armor while she went to hang said sword from her back and place her hands on her hips. \"So long as you don't try anything.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would sit atop the sand of the coast, a grey blanket of clouds spanning over her as she stared blankly out at the waves. Water, dark and foreboding would rhythmically slosh its way up to her, just about missing her boots before it would be tugged back into the ocean once more. Juna wouldn't move away from it, wouldn't so much as flinch at the times when the water would occasionally nip at her shoes and tail before being stripped away from its prey once more. Seagulls cawed up in the sky, busying her Jackal who seemed to be entertaining himself by gradually chasing them down while her Airstrider made haste in following and easily passing him up.\n\nJuna's ears remained up on her head, their playfulness a dull sound in her traitorous ears. There was an empty feeling within her, one replacing her other senses in her feeling as lost as any sailor would in water this vast. She had cried out her tears earlier, wandered the forest, probably even confused her two animal companions in the process. She was so sure that woman was a conniving wolf, so certain in the moment, and by the time she could get her head straight she had already chased away a potential friends for things she couldn't move on from.\n\nThe Canifor was at least glad her animals could distract themselves for the time being, not having much to distract herself with besides her troubles of never getting to apologize to the woman due to her own inability to get out of this stump she had gotten herself stuck in. She wish she hadn't done this to herself. She also wish she hadn't met certain people that she had on her travels that gotten her to this point. She wished she could return to that naivety. Juna would draw her knees close to her, resting her head atop them for the time being as she'd finally allow her eyes to close for a short while. She didn't need her eyes right now anyways, they betrayed her as much as her ears had.*" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*The daily routine remains unbroken, as it had been since his leaving Salvainia. Checking his ships integrity, paying the fine for his boat's residence in the docs. Refilling supplies and chasing away critters... Then, his beach side stroll. One that had never meant much before, save for a way to keep him busy and patrol to keep the streets safe. That was up until a few nights ago, where he met some strange young woman who seemed to be camping on the beach.*\n\n*These walks, that were meant to please the dog and nothing more, proving fruitful once more. His padded paws spreading on the warm beach sand. Muffled and quiet, at least as much as they can for an armored hulking figure.*\n\n*Looking across the beach, shaded by the oppressive clouds, Grey would spot a peculiar sight. A dog- No, a jackal. Running, playing, chasing birds... Accompanied by a bird itself, an airstrider. The pair seemed familiar, and it of course struck him as he spots the Oriate-like woman close to the water. He tilts his head, deciding to approach. Watching the jackal and airstrider as he passes, calling to Juna as he comes in a comfortable range.*\n\n\"You'll get wet if you stay so close...\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would turn in the direction Grey's voice was coming from, for a moment allowing her to envision the Grey wolf from her dream walking over to her before she'd finally open her eyes to notice the other Canifor out here. What was he doing out here? Her eyes wouldn't carry much joy from the sight of him, instead the simple flick of her tail being any sign of positivity from him being here.*\"I figured it would clear my mind...\"*She'd say, looking back out at the water.*\"Or kill me trying...\"\n\n*Death was never something the Canifor would grow used to, however, she settled on the idea that most things were out to get her. Even nature itself. Maybe she was being a bit irrational, her gaze becoming a bit more apologetic as she would move her tail to allow Grey a spot to sit down next to her if he wanted to.*\n\n\"I'm sorry Grey...\"*She'd say.*\"I tried to take your advice to protect the ones I care about, but... I think I'm just driving people away... I think... I don't know...\"*Juna would bite her tongue.*\"I think at the rate I'm going at it may really just end up being me, Juniper and Jace... I just... Keep messing up somewhere, I just don't know what.\"" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey's ears would flatten as Juna seemed to joke about her dying. The dog of course coming down beside her, still towering over the woman even as they sat. His larger than average frame seeming menacing, or even protective to her.*\n\n*The wolf stares down at Juna silently, curiosity and sympathy plaguing his expression. She seemed worse off than when he left her... This poor girl seems to of been through a lot in her life.*\n\n*His lips still, silent as he looks into the sea. The crashing waves and ocean breeze occupying his acute senses of sound and smell. The thoughts in his head rummaging around as he enjoyed the surroundings.*\n\n\"You worry to much... There will always be another. People come and go, can't force them to stay. You've got me, at least.\"\n*The wolf said rather mindlessly for what he put together in his head. Shaking his head at his own remark, before glancing back down to Juna.*\n\"Tell me... What happened?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"A stupid memory...\"*She'd say in a tone that sounded like she was holding back pent up frustration. Her throat burned in effort of it and as the waves would come back up to meet them, she'd angrily splash at the water as if to ward off a pest before drawing her hand away.*\n\n\"I think I've done... Some horrible things before... I've... Participated in things... And I have been trying to forget...\"*She'd begin to explain.*\"There was a Tholian I met in the woods and... She seemed kind of nice... Then she... Brought up this name... And... I wasn't sure where exactly I remembered in from... Until...\"*She paused for a while.*\"I was once being paid to kidnap or kill these group of elves... They spoke about this god of theirs a lot... They seemed innocent and... I didn't want to kill them... But my ally at the time did... And I couldn't do anything so... I ran away... The Tholian mentioned the same one... I thought for a moment that... Maybe she was there to get their revenge or... Or I don't know... I just started panicking... I had shown her my camp, my companions, everything I-\"*Her heart thudded in her chest in a mild panic. She knew the woman could still remember the place even after claiming to try to forget. Times like those she felt she had let her guard down so quickly and fell into a trap.*\n\n\"I thought she was them coming after me in knowing I associated with them... I even thought about attacking her, but I just walked off and... When I came back... She had left... Thinking she had disturbed me...\"*Juna would bring a hand to her head.*\"She had been helping me so much and now she's gone off to the one country I can never bring myself to go back to...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey found his ears perk as Juna seems to indulge his curiosity. The larger wolf listening to Juna's confession. He found himself dumbstruck at her admission of some heinous crimes. Such a girl as her? To do something like that...? He wouldn't believe it if it'd came from anyone else.*\n\n*Though for now, the wolf had to place aside his thoughts on the matter. As what seemed to be truly tearing the girl up involved a Tholian. The wolf listened more, shaking his head gently for a moment. Waiting for Juna to finish, letting out a huff of air.*\n\n\"I see... That's quite alot to unpack... Fear, is it? Fear, that makes you cautious of a name from a bad memory... Good fear, that keeps you alive. Fear, that accuses a person wrongly, persecuting them... Terrible fear that rules you, makes you into a coward.\"\n\n*Grey paused, a hand coming up to scratch his chin. The wolf looking out to the greyed seas once more.*\n\n\"Mistakes will always be made, young wolf... Have remorse, take responsibility, learning from your actions. Keep yourself from making the same mistakes, and you'll live an enviable life.\"\n\n\"As for this... Tholian in a country you cannot enter... Im sure you'll see her again, one way or another. The world is not as big as you think.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Mistakes would be made. That had become clear to her over her stay in the forests. Countless attacks alongside several times where she found herself getting attacked to no avail of protecting herself. She had avoided her friends and was now sitting in a pit of her own mistakes. Magicless, packless, hopeless.\n\nHer tail would shift along the ground, small grains of sand embedding themselves in it. She hardly bothered to care for it. She was once reminded that it even existed by a friend once.*\"I don't know if she'll come back...\"*Juna would admit to him.*\"She once said that it was a blessing getting to see the same person you've met again... She even revisited me out in the forests to help me... But now she's gone because of my own actions...\"\n\n*The water would reach back up on shore again, this time hardly coming close enough to reach her boots.*\"I wish I could control this fear... I used to not think there was anything to fear... But... The more I traveled, the worst it seemed to get... I've witnessed people doing such terrible things that I wish I didn't have to see it...\"*She wished she hadn't lost that bit of her naivety. She wished she could go back to where it all began in meeting her first group of friends, wishing she had control of Jace then. Maybe things wouldn't have gone so wrong if she did, but maybe it was simply doomed at the start, the acrid air of burned down forest in meeting her first person in Salvania. A bad omen if one ever saw one.\n\nShe'd look back up at Grey, gazing up at him in silence. As much as she saw him as the Canifor part she could never come to understand, he was still the nicest one of her kind that she ever met. She felt bad for concerning him and thus she'd focus more of her attention out into water.*" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "\"We're often blessed everyday, are we not? Us meeting today, was that not a blessing? Those two you carry around with you, are they not blessings? Clothes that keep us warm, food we eat to sustain. Blessings are all around if you go looking.\"\n\n*Grey found himself musing slightly as he spoke, then repressing his talk of blessings. Catching Juna's brief gaze, simply smiling back at her till she looked away to the sea.*\n\n\"People can be fickle, susceptible to the whispers of the void dragons. Their call like the sweet smell of chocolate... But you cannot lose faith. For every evil doing, tyrant, murderer, slaver... There will be a freer, a savior, someone to stand with. A Hero of Ädelqin...\"\n\n\"No one can be perfect. No one can remain unstained for their entire lives... But you can still strive to be a better person for tomorrow's sake.\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Read the faith's document" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna supposed she should be grateful with just that much, but in living a life of fear it was hard to see it at times. One ear would sit raised up in listening to Grey explain how she couldn't lose faith. The very attempt to have any felt choked away at times. There was so much evil in the world, how could she have faith in something that would never fix itself? Why should she when it would only cost her the lives of those she cared of? For tomorrow's sake? How would she know if Tomorrow would bless her anymore than today did? The Canifor wasn't sure, but maybe she was simply thinking too deeply about it.* \n\n\"Grey...\"*She began in a low tone.*\"When we first met... You said you had to leave... Because... There was danger...\"*Juna would pause for a short while, not too sure how much she'd want to know in already being cursed by the knowledge she had obtained on her travels. That the world wasn't such a nice place.*\"What... Was the danger...?\"*She'd ask him. Part of her was more curious on how he could pick up on it where she couldn't. How could one sense danger?*" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*The danger... Any semblance of a smile seemed to disappear from the canifore's face. The dogged man briefly remembering back to that day, and what had transpired after he departed. He sighs deeply and casts his gaze down at his own lap. A hand coming into view, flexing and relaxing, as if he was remembering the feel of his grip on something...*\n\n\"The danger... An attack. On a village, not far from where we were.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Oh...\"*She'd murmur quietly, drawing her legs close to her as she'd rest her head atop her knees. Juna supposed a village attack was common at this point. Nowhere was very safe for long. It was that dread that never seemed to leave her even in her best moments. Her tail would curl up around her as she'd come to sit in silence for a while.*\"Were you able to help them?\"*She'd eventually ask in the midst of her staring out at the open water.*" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey watches the Canifore beside him curl up more. A slight tinge of guilt coming with the truth he'd spoken...*\n\n\"Yes, I was.\"\n\n*The wolf says, searching a little deeper in his memory. The fire and bloodshed he'd come to... And the faces of those left behind, teary eyed and grateful smiles. It saddened him, yet warmed him too.*\n\n\"They'll recover what they'd lost soon enough... Most of them.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Lost. So not everyone could be saved. Juna remained silent, pondering over her own losses. Most were repeated memories constantly trying to remind her of why she remained hidden. Even in hiding though, it seemed to be ineffective.*\"I wish I could say the same...\"*She'd say rather emotionlessly. The Canifor would glance over her shoulder, watching her two pets play amongst themselves despite the mood.*\"I worry that no place is safe... Sometimes... This forest doesn't really feel safe even with living in it to hide... I wish I could run from it all... But... It just seems to follow me...\"*She'd look back up at Grey.*\"Yet you run... Towards the danger... Despite the consequences...\"*Perhaps Juna really was a coward by day's end yet how could anyone rush into a fight without knowing what to expect?*" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey awaited patiently for his companions answer. Occupying himself without much more than the ambiance of the beach and the sounds of the animals playing behind him. His ears twitching lightly as he barely caught her answer. The wolf growing a smile on his lips, looking down to Juna.*\n\n\"Come with me then. As a traveler, i cannot remain with you... But you can come with me. Can't you?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would look up to him, opening her mouth as if to say something only to shut it once more. She sat in silence, her gaze soon swapping it to her Jackal and Airstrider. Finally she'd simply lower her head before coming to stand up.*\"I can't...\"*She'd finally say, pausing once more as she looked him over in a more saddened gaze.*\"I'm sorry... I should go...\"*The Canifor would turn away from him, walking over to where her two animal companions were.*" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey's smirk would droop at Juna's denial. Standing up a second after she did, his eyes locked onto her. It seemed that something would erupt in the dog, seeing her step away. His hand lunging foreward, gripping her shoulder.*\n\n\"Why not? Why are you running away? You said you trusted me, didn't you?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would flinch as he'd grab her shoulder, feeling a weighted pressure there that prevented her from going anywhere.*\"I do trust you...\"*She'd say in a low tone, raising her hand to meet his paw upon her shoulder. Her claws lying unsheathed against his fur after the event that had taken place with the Tholian.*\"...It's me I don't trust...\"*The Canifor would turn away from him, her tail hanging low behind him as she'd move her pets onwards back towards the forest. She's glance back towards him, her shoulders slumping in disappointment in herself until she too would turn away and return to her imprisoned home within the forests. Some thing may never change with her, but at this point, she's come to accept the plague that restricted such change with her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Donald walks down the road in Yetudeuyaw, the only place he hasn't been banned from inns. He had probably made a lot of those innkeepers angery, but surely they wouldn't chase him out here? Just in case he does not take off his armor, which would give him the ability to stealthily evade any threat.* \"Perhaps I shouldn't gamble anymore...\" *Donald thinks for a moment and then shrugs* \"Ah who cares.\"\n\n*Despite his outwardly chillant attitude he is certain to keep watch, just to make sure no one is nearby.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*It was quite dark outside, so dark that Donald couldn't necessarily see much past the road laid out before him. His armor, fitting for his occupation as a sneaky doppleganger, wouldn't make any noise as he walked down the path. There would seemingly be no one in this region, noted by the odd emptiness of the roads, though that was probably to be expected seeing that it was early morning. Like, really early morning, almost 3 am.*\n\n*However, Donald would be able to hear the crystal clear audio of footsteps following him. They were as loud as if they were right next to him, but they would be a good distance off - about 70 or so feet. Whoever it was, they didn't seem friendly.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*'Shoot shoot shoot shoot this is bad aw crap aw crap' were the words that were bouncing within his mind when he had noticed the footsteps, however despite this he remains walking his steady pace with little difference. When he would find the corner he'd turn around and have his armor camoflauge as the wall and cast lurk, keep walking as he normally would. Hopefully that would be enough to shake off them, at the very least it'd be difficult to tell where he actually is, giving him an advantage in combat.*\n\n```\nCasted Lurk! 90/100 mana\n```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The figure would smirk slightly, like how a lion could play with it's prey before going in for the kill. He watched, pausing momentarily, as Donald turned a Corner in the road that was conveniently blocked by a large rock. Most likely? His target would be lying in wait behind that rock, but it was more or less odd, seeing that the debt collector couldn't see any trace of Donald anymore. His smirk turned into a scowl, and he would pick up his pace, drawing a sword from his sheath, running quickly down the road, reaching the corner in which Donald disappeared in. He would keep a good distance away from the large rock that Donald camouflaged himself in, and would call out to the rock.*\n\n\"HEY DONALD! LOST TOO MANY GAMBLES, DIDN'T YOU?! THE BOSS WANTS MONEY BACK, YOU DAMN LEECH!!\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*'Really, this incompetant fool? Doesn't he realize I can just grab my crossbow and shoot you with ease? Heck I can throw a knife that far' Donald reaches into his coat to grab his trusty crossbow and immedietly attempts to shoot the guys leg hoping to prevent his movement. Despite this his skills isn't in crossbowry and it is possible that he could miss, but if that were the case he'd book it making sure his armor is matching the surroundings to the best of it's ability. No one is going to catch him for his debt, **Never!** But in all seriousnous Donald is surprised that they'd actually bother sending someone, they always had saw him demonstrate his skills at being elusive but apparently they do not learn.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The figure couldn't really see much to the rock, so he would only stand there, taking his sword and digging the point into the ground. He stood there, putting his palms over each other on the pommel, and then waited for Donald to come out if he ever chose to. However, he would immediately see a crossbow bolt aimed towards his leg suddenly shoot out from the rock; confirmation that his target was there, all right. However, it wasn't really anything to worry about. The figure had metal armor covering his shins, and even more covering some of his gauntlets and chestplate, so the arrow would hit the piece of armor, bouncing off harmlessly onto the ground. Scowling once more, he took up his sword, running straight to the rock in a sort of zig zag pattern, hopefully as a means to prevent Donald from accurately shooting at him once more.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Despite this Donald had moved away from the rock and was going the way he came, running heavily. If the figure had exceptional hearing it is possible that he could hear Donald's footsteps, however seeing him would be a different story. Whilst running he throws a flaming knife towards the pursuer directed at his head which had revealed the direction he was going but not where exactly he is. Donald had thrown this knife extremely straight, with no spin to see whatsoever. Donald is now worried about the man if he had not killed him, he hadn't expected them to send such an armored mercenary or debt collector.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The figure really couldn't see, or hear, Donald as he moved away from the rock. Once he had reached said rock, no traces of Donald's whereabouts would be revealed to the man. Was it possible that he was chasing someone else entirely? Or was it possible that he just suddenly... Disappeared into thin air? Neither was likely, seeing that only a person in debt would shoot at their debtor rather than try to explain the circumstances. However, his eyes would widen as a flaming knife suddenly impacted with the rock, and he turned towards the direction the knife came from. Spotting Donald's figure for just a brief moment, the debtor would start chasing Donald directly, and cast fireball in his general direction.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Donald immedietly stops his movement and runs to leans onto the wall camofloging himself into it, this is also likely to evade the fireball since it was hard to pinpoint his position even with the knife being thrown earlier. He hopes that the debt collector would not notice this, then at the perfect moment... He'll stab him on the neck with a regular knife with no fire. Despite this Donald is worried that he could notice this before the chance to strike comes, just in case he holds his hand on 2 daggers so that he has more versatillity in combat.*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The fireball would fly past Donald as be turned the corner, camoflauging himself into a dark building to his left. This building would open up into an alley, an alley that connected the road he was in before with another road on the other side of said alley. There was trash littered throughout the place, but the heaps of trash could prove to be useful in hiding; if the debtor had a strong enough sense of smell, the odious scent from the garbage would cloud his nose, and since Donald blended in so well with the city walls, it would be unlikely that the debtor would take any further step into the alleyway. The debtor, following Donald's path, would also arrive at the entryway of the alley. He would take notice of the trash visible in the alley, taking in a whiff of the smell, then would promptly begin gagging, hunching over the sidewalk as he did. However, this was all a trap; he was faking his reaction on purpose. In fact, his sense of smell was so bad, he couldn't really smell anything at all! He would keep his eyes up as he looked forward, dropping his sword to the ground to emphasize how bad his gagging was. In reality, however, he was ready to launch a strong punch towards the first thing that moved.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Seeing as Donald had never went into the alleyway or turned into a corner, he just disguises himself as a silnari fisher and keep walking chillantly. Donald wonders why the man would go into the alleyway, such a place would corner his victim and he should know that no one would put themselves in such a pickle.*\n```\nDopplegang 80/80\n```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The man would continue this facade for... Quite a while now, actually. People with an ample sense of smell would be able to take note of his armor slowly taking on the scent of the garbage around him, consisting of rotting fish, rat shit, and decomposing food. Finally, having enough of standing around, becoming increasingly frustrated with his failed attempts at trying to lure out the man, the debtor finally went up and turned the corner just as Donald, disguised as a Silnari elf, walked out. The debtor began digging through the trash, hoping to find any evidence of Donald to no avail. Finally giving up, he turned out of the alleyway, noticing the crowd of astonished looking people staring right at him. He couldn't make it past the group; there was just too many. With this, Donald would be able to walk freely through the city now, seeing that the man was only familiar with his macen form.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Aight that'll do, though I am missing a piece of the costume... I don't have a fishing rod...\" *Donald facepalms for a second but then decides he'll sit by the oceanside and attempt to attach the daggers to large sticks to make a makeshift fishing spear, as he had no way to buy a fishing rod or spear. Maybe he could pay off a large bit of his debt by fishing... Nah that'll take forever, he better take one of those quests, the Rose hasn't sent him a mission since he had joined.*" } ]

[ { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "*Dracul was walking through utopla after his recent quest. The sun was at the middle of the sky glowing brightly. It was way too hot for him to travel farther. \nSo he sat under a tree and tried to rest." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*It would seem the effects of the Winter Storm hadn't reached this far to the nation, allowing utopla to enjoy better than average weather compared to its northern neighbors. The road was seemingly empty, providing very little distraction for Dracul during his rest by the tree. The shade provided by the tree was comforting and may have tempted Dracul to take a nap. However, just as he was about to drift off to dreamland, his fighter instincts would suddenly perk up and jolt him back awake. There was someone or something nearby, and it was radiating an aura of killing intent. But where could it be?*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul felt there was something off here but he could not figure out what. So he looked around activating his blurry and silence just in case and places his left hand on his sword on the left side." } ]

[ { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"The slaves? \" Dracul laughed as another arrow pierced near him . \"Me and a party fucked em up and took them to this plague doctor guy\" He paused taking out his shield and one sword. \"He gave us some fucking good gold for that.\" He swiftly ran behind other trees trying to reach where the arrows were coming from." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"Plague doctor you say?! You're going to tell me everything about him, and maybe even hook up a meeting once I catch you! Those slaves were worth a ton of gold, so we will do whatever it takes to get them back!\"\n\n *The voice would yell out as yet another arrow flies by over your head, missing by mere inches. It seems the attacker was starting to get a better idea where you are the longer the fight goes on. However, you would now be within melee range of the bush where you noticed the arrows were coming from, and at this distance you would notice some unusual cloth sticking out of the edge of it*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"Fuck yourself\"Dracul said as he take one swift step and swing his sword hard aiming for the cloth he saw. He thought about using his magic but the less the enemy knows about him the better." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Dracul would bring down his sword at the cloth, it would pierce it, but find no purchase with flesh. However, he would notice something quickly rolling out of the bushes. Looking over, it would reveal to be a blonde macen wearing a now torn camouflaged cloak. He would quickly drop his bow to the ground, pull out two daggers from his belt and then rush forward with his daggers aiming for your neck muttering* \"No, fuck yourself\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"Fuck off blondie\"Dracul said as he immediately raised his shield for defence as he dropped his sword and used freeze bolt aiming for the blond macen coming towards him.\n\nFreeze bolt:(10 mana): The user's hand glows in bluish aura and launches a bolt of ice energy from his one hand which can travel 120feet far with 100fps speed. It causes the area it hit to freeze. It stays frozen for 1 turn if not broken by 1 regular hit. The bolts can be casted by  1turn cool down." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The blonde's daggers would be intercepted by your shield, but the macen would immediately drop to a knee and attempt to sweep Dracul off his feet, but in doing so, his left hand would be hit by Dracul's bolt and be covered in ice. The macen would flinch in pain but continue with his sweeping motion in hopes of tripping Dracul over*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "As Dracul saw the macen trying to sweep dracul would approach forward with his shield slamming the macen for him to lose balance" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Unfortunately for Dracul, the blonde had started his sweep before Dracul could move foreword and slam his shield onto him, thus instead knocking Dracul off-balance, tripping him onto the ground. The blonde's arm would still be frozen, but his arm would still be free, so he would use that to try to plunge the dagger into Dracul's eye, taking advantage of the fact he was now on the ground to gain more leverage*\n\n\"Hope its worth your sight for stealing those slaves! But don't worry, I won't kill you! Even if you can't tell me anything more about where you took the slaves, your organs can help make up for some of the lost costs!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul grabbed the hand with the dagger and moved it to the side as he hardly kicked the side of the macen's chest to jump away from the defenceless situation." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*It would be rather difficult to safely grab a knife thrust at you from a fallen position, so it doesn't come off as a huge surprise that Dracul 'grabs' the dagger hand, but at the unfortunate cost of the knife impaling his hand. However, it would still allow him to secure a grip on the hand and pull it away from his eye. It would also serve to catch the blonde off-guard, letting Dracul kick him in the chest and knock the wind out of him, giving Dracil time to jump back and get up while the macen lied on the ground coughing. Things don't seem to be looking good for the macen, but at least his arm isn't frozen anymore. Could perhaps Dracul finish him off, or was this a trap?*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul immediately took our his second sword and pointed the pointy end towards the macen's throat. It would take a second for him to cut his throat. \n\"Now, you fuckidy fuck. Time to talk, who the fuck sent you?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The blonde would stop coughing and look up at Dracul in anger, devoid of any fear despite the sword being pointed at his neck*\n\n\"I'm not so shitty as to sell the name of my employer! So if you are going to kill me, go ahead. Just know there will be a bounty on your head for being a thief and a killer, as I told my buds that if I didn't return in an hour, then I've likely been killed. And guess what, they will come after you, and unlike me, they will want to kill you. I just want information. So why not do both ourselves a favor, and just tell me who and where you took the slaves to. If you do that, I will happily go back and tell my buds I couldn't find you. Might even stop others from coming after you once we get the slaves back. So what do you say? Deal, or no deal?\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul leaned towards the macen, still holdinbthe sword. \"Let me tell you what the deal is, you fucking tell me who sent you and where are your buds and the whole gang and I will forget that you interrupted me on my nap and I might just let you go. \" He paused and started again.\n\"If not, I better kill you quick and prepare for your other fucks to get here and ask them questions. This is war. \"" } ]

[ { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The blonde would snicker at your threat.*\n\n\"Do you really think you can handle all of us? A war usually involves conflict between a multitude of people. You are but 1 man, but we are many. This isn't war, this is a hunt. But all we need is information, you aren't the target after all, it's just the information you have. Why keep tight lips for someone who threw you under the wagon? I doubt whatever they paid you is worth having all of us come after you. Don't be stupid. Make the smart decision that makes things easier for all of us. We want our slaves back, you want to go back to your nap. We can both get what we want. All you need to do is tell is everything you know about them slaves you stole\"" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "\"I can take you all. If you hunt the devil you will get the flames. And I got no intention to sell out a plague doctor. You fucks are clown. Clown don't scare me.\"\nDracul finished as I slit the throat of the macen quickly. Afterwards he would search his body for loots and parhapes clues." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The macen would clutch his throat as you slit your blade across it. He would look surprised, but smirks slightly before falling to the ground, weakling muttering*\n\n\"Your... Loss...\" *Before dying shortly after. Looking over his body, he would have a crossbow, a quiver with 20 crossbow bolts, 4 daggers, leather armor, a semi-torn camouflages cloak, and a leather pouch with 5 gold and a circular silver emblem with the symbol of an eagle carrying a manacles with its talons. Other than though, there didn't seem to be any other clues as to who the man was or who hired him*" } ]

[ { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul would take the golds and the emblem and put them on his own pouch as he took one dagger to himself just in case. And moved behind the bushes. It was not a good idea to kill him but his smugness annoyed him." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*It would take a while but eventually Dracul's hand would be healed. The small encounter was rather easy, but more likely than not they will send stronger people after him. Just what exactly had he gotten himself into? Was it really worth keeping his secret? In either case, sticking around might not be the best idea if what the man said was true, unless Dracul wished to meet the rest of these 'clowns'. But if he were to leave, who knew when they would come for him? Perhaps he will have to live his whole life looking over his shoulder, wondering who will stab him from behind. But he has to make a decision either way*" }, { "author": "fangdracul", "message": "Dracul would pick up his sword which he left on the ground and looked if there was any trace of him here. The clowns that were coming here didn't know his face so that's an advantage. He just have to clear all the traces and run away. What comes after is for later to decide. He checked the place and ran away quickly." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Dracul would leave the area, and find no one coming after him for the time being. But who knows when they will show up again and give him a 'bad day'*\n\n**Quest Complete**\n__Rewards__\n1 pp rewarded\nLoot taken from the mercenary" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The two has been \"Contracted\" By a local mayor to deal with a necromancer problem near a small town. According to the information provided, the necromancer was hiding out with his abomination in an abandoned barn on the outskirt of town.\n\nThe two would arrive near the barn - some two hundred feets away from the nearest dirt road. A small dirt road - 2 feet wide, led from the main road to the barn, most of it were overgrown with grasses. All around them were empty, fallow field, with weeds and grasses growing up to knee high. The vegetations were disturbed recently, with sign of large creatures trampling over it. A perfectly boring battleground.\n\nThe barn had only one entrance - a 4 feet wide door, and were some 40 feet long and 8 feet wide. The short side is facing the road. \n\nDid they arrive at night, in the morning, or mid afternoon?\n\nRalki could smell the faint scent of rotting flesh from the direction of the barn.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Ew, what a gross smell that is! But anyways, I'm 70% sure that our target is in there. And therefore I will show you my great power, that you cannot match\" *Ralki says with truthful pride, even though she's noticably weaker than Kosai.*" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "*Sai would fake a yawn and walk on ahead.* \"Whatever you say midget.~\" *Standing before the barn he would squint at it looking for any obvious traps that there might be on the entrance. Under his robe, one could hear periodic cracks as he cracks his fingers.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The smell of the rotting carcass is overpowering, enough to mask anything else inside the building. The road measured some 50 feet long - and the two have a turn to determine how close they'll be to the door. \n\nIt appears there's no obvious traps near the entrance at all\n\nThe door started to slowly open...*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"I'll stand 20ft away, I rather not get rotting flesh on my skin!\"" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "\"So basically... You're scared.\" *Sai would walk up closer than Piney, just enough to be in range of his dragon's breath but just out of range of immediate mellee attacks. He's around 13ft away.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The barn door fully opened, revealing a large, hulking undead abomination. It was thirty feet inside the barn.\n\nAn oxen standing at some 1 and a half meters tall. With a pair of prominent, 12-inches long sharp horns. Its body was a mess of rotting carcass. A disgusting, illogical composite of bones and sinews covered where its skin is supposed to be, affording the creature some protection.\n\nEight 0.7 meters long arms extended from its spines, with the look of a skeletal, human-like hand. Hidden underneath its belly were the maws that abomination were dreaded for. \n\nBehind it, 40 feet away was the necromancer. A shady looking person of unknown race and unknown gender, holding a wooden staff in his hands. Instead of riding this disgusting mess... He was sitting on top of a chair formed by four of the Abomination's Hands. Definitely not the most comfortable way to ride.\n\n*The necromancer raised his tall staff, the red crystal on top of his staff glowing red as he chanted his spell.*\n\n\"FIREBALL!\" *He screeched in Silnari coming, sending a standardized fireball flying toward Quiss's torso*\n\n*There would be plenty of time between the door opening and the shooting, however.*\n\n```\nOther stats: Unknown\n\nRegen:???\n```" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki notices the necromancers bolt but doesn't think she's accurate enough to shoot it out the air using a windy impact. So Ralki just sends a windy impact at the abomination* \"I hope you can handle it!\"" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "*Sai wasn't as dumb as to underestimate his opponent by taking the first fireball, he would jump and turn his feet to the side casting his pyrominetic flight, flames being emitted from his feet, the goal of it was not only to dodge the fire ball but also to get out of the necromancers line of sight, hopefully causing him to exit the building. This would put him 35 feet East of where her was facing.*\n\nMana: 120/130" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Ralki's bolt flies toward the abomination, hitting it on the head. It recoiled backward a bit, sliding and kicking up a small cloud of dust. Then it turned toward Ralki, letting out a ferocious roar. It seems the undead ox was less than moved by her spell.*\n\n*The fireball flew pass Quiss as he dodged it, dissipating safely once it reached its maximum range.*\n\n\"Forward!\" *The necromancer yelled, and the abomination started walking leisurely toward the entrance, moving some ten feet forward - now there's 20 feet between the door and the adventurers. The necromancer trailed behind, using the abomination as cover.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Takes her sword out and prepares another windy impact, this time aiming at one of the abominations foot, surely she can knock it off its balance at some point?*" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "*Sai wouldn't have vision of the abomination and necromancer either but he would use the sound of the abominations heavy feet and the necromancers screaming to know that they are approaching the exit. He would be patient, raising his arm and preparing to cast a glacial spike as soon as the abomination walks out. He would throw a glance at the macen girl, confused as to why she isn't letting them come out. He wouldn't comment though.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The abomination turned toward Ralki, and \"Squinted\" At her, contracting some muscles that spasmed on its rotten face. Then it prepared a charge, moving forward as the windy projectile hit it on the leg. It sent one of its foreleg backward forcefully, knocking it down.\n\nThe creature pressed its spine-arms against the floor, righting itself - but is unable to advance for the next turn.\n\nThe necromancer is less than happy that Ralki is doing this to his dear undead cow. He raises his staff again, and shoot a fireball at Ralki's torso.*\n\n```\nOther stats: Unknown\n\nRegen: 5/2\n```" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "*Quiss would be too far from Piney to in any way stop the hit from reaching her, he would however use the distraction she made to mover to the side just abit to get into their line of sight to fire a glacial spike at the abominations head, knowing full well they needed the necromancer alive if they wanted the extra money. The glacial spike forms and shoots forward at a speed of 180 fps. His positioning unfortunately leaves him 25ft from the abomination so if he fails the attack he might be at risk of getting attacked.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki notices the fireball, and attempts to shoot it with her windy impact, she assumes it would disperse the fire, possibly. Even if she does fail, she'll attempt to hold up her shield.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The fireball manage to hit the shield before she could fire it in time to disperse the fireball. It end up hitting her shield, sending a small plume of smoke over its top, while igniting its surface - if flammable.\n\nThe glacial spike flew toward the abomination at a rapid speed. The projectile instantly pierced through the skull, breaking it apart, and then cruised through into the abomination's rotten body, snapping part of its decayed spine. \n\nIt fell into the ground, crumbling apart.*\n\n\"Fuck you!\" *The necromancer screamed in Silnari Standard, and then casted Safety Shield onto the ground 10 feet in front of him, sending forth an orb that formed into a 7x7 feet translucent barrier - part of it were interrupted by the broken fencing to the left and right, however, but it was enough to cover the necromancer's body from direct fire.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Ugh, I hate defensive magic! Ah well, I think I have a plan, as I am so great!\" *Ralki then burrows into the ground and heads towards the necro baddie, rushing it this time because dealing with a necro is annoying as balls.*" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "\"And that is how you die...\" *Sai would rush forward after her, unsure of how strong the barrier was he would ignite his feet sending out a kick in order to try break through the barrier if it was even solid, if it wasn't he'd instead run into the room, not having enough time to attack yet though.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The necromancer looked visibly shaken at what Ralki do.*\n\n\"The fuck!?\" *He screeched as she jumped into the ground, burrowing toward him. The ground below are soft, allowing her to move toward the necromancer without problem. The necromancer backed off a few feet from his own barrier, and then cast another behind it.\n\nQuiss kicked the barrier hard. It shook a bit, visibly weakening as it became more transparent - it looks like it could take another hit.*\n```Other stats: Unknown\n\nRegen: 5/2```" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Once Ralki reaches below the asshole necromancer, she attempts to break through the surface of the ground underneath them and get a stab on his ankle. If she would hit him, she will say* \"Take that, you annoying magic guy!\"" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "*Quiss would grunt at the fact that the barrier is stronger than expected, and now with another one behind it, just punching it down would probably not be the way to go about it. He would plant both his feet into the ground, and open his mouth, at his mouth a spark ignites as he breathes out large amounts of crimson flames forward, a roaring sound coming with it.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The necromancer seems alerted to this possible angle of attack, and backed off away from Ralki's point of emergence when she emerged above ground, dodging the hit successfully since she wouldn't know where he is from underground.*\n\n*He pointed his staff at Ralki, the weapon glowing red as he prepared to charge up a second fireball, aiming it at her upper arm she just used to try to stab him.\n\nThe flame breath flattened out against the first barrier, breaking it down, and then weakened the second barrier - not enough to destroy it, but it is another hit from expiring.*\n\n```\nOther stats: Unknown\n\nRegen: 5/2\n```" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki attempts to pull up a shield, even though she thinks that she wouldn't be able to do it in time.*" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "*Quiss would jump up from his spot, the flames around his feet glowing brighter as he dashed forward with Pyrokinetic flight. He would have his elbow extended in front of him to break the barrier as he dashed through it, aiming to ground the necromancer, though hitting the barrier might make his flight slightly slower than his usual 35 fps.*\n\nMana: 89/130" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*This time, it wasn't quick enough to cover herself, and the fireball landed on her arm, scorching and burning it.\n\nThe barrier was broken through, but it reduced the momentum of Quiss quickly. The necromancer was preparing a third barrier to throw down - lest he found himself with his back literally to the wall. Before he could finish casting, however, the necromancer would be elbowed by Sai, falling onto the ground.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki, understanding it's wise to make sure someone is down prepares an windy impact, first running the air gathered along her arm to hopefully disperse the fire, and then aim at the necromancer* \"If you know what's good for you, you wouldn't get up!\"" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "*Sai wouldn't stop at just knocking him down, he would make sure to make him as harmless as possible before taking him in, given they were allowed to bring him to near death as long as he didn't die. His first order of business would be stomping down onto the necromancers arm that held the staff, which would seem to be his way of casting spells. With fiery strikes still active any hits by Sai would burn the necromancer in a 2 inch radius around the point he's hit at.* \"The midget has a point. Unless it's your wish to end up as your abomination.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The wind would blow away some of the sticky resin from the fireball, and extinguished the fire, but the resin remained on top of her, scorching and burning her skin and flesh.*\n\n*The mage fell down, and prepared to cast another spell, only to have his arm stomped. Then his hand got burned. The necromancer seemed to be in fear now, and looked at Sai and Ralki.*\n\n\"Ok! I yield! I yield! Don't hit me anymore! Agh!\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki cannot endure the resin, so she takes a break from preparing the windy impact to brush off the resin.* \"Jeez, you really were an annoying one...\"" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "\"Don't. Tell me. What. To do.\" *Just like the midget, Sai didn't like it when people tell him what to do unless they are paying him so the necromancer earned himself two consecutive kicks to the stomach, after which Sai would pick up his staff, intending to keep it for himself.* \"Midget, do you have any binding spells?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The necromancer screamed as the wind is kicked out of him. Twice. That hurts quite a lot from a fit Oni like Sai. He clutched in pain and rolled around. No resistance so far, however.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Uh, I can dig a hole real quick and stick him in it? If that's what you're asking, otherwise I don't. But I'm already great enough without any binding magic,\" *Ralki definitely heard the midget calling and twinges because of it, but she decided she'd let it go. As Ralki is obviously too great to be mad for such a minor mishap.*" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "*Sai would sigh. (Get it?) He'd grab the necromancers arms and put them behind his back, holding them together with one of his hands, using the other one to lift him by the back of his shirt.* \"Pull any funny tricks burn you to a crisp, then freeze your ashes.\" *It didn't really make sense but at this point it was the hot-headed part of Sai, which always comes out in battle.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"You're an... Acceptable fellow, you could stand to be a bit less barbaric...\" *Ralki would say, in a snobbish voice.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The necromancer simply complied, letting Sai hold him up. They could go back to the town safely with him in tow... As long as they figure out how to prevent him from breaking free.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki just take a mound of dirt and stuffs the necromancer mouth with the dirt,* \"There, now you can't talk.\"" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "\"Hey midget, confirm something for me. The employer said we could damage him as much as we wanted right?\" *He would look down at her, seeming to disregard her prior statement about being brutish. Instead it gave him an idea.*" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "Oh, what do you mean?" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"RTK!1koqkfqpofkqpogmqmrurgghhh!\" *The necromancer coughed out some of the dirt*\n\"QORTHERe'S A FUCKING EARTHWORM!\" *He screamed*" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "\"Oh come on! Worms taste good in mud pies, you should be grateful\" *Very disturbing sentence said by Ralki.*" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "\"Well, if I break his legs, he won't be able to run away, right?\" *Sai would somehow look really calm when he said that sentence, as if it was the norm for him.*" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "\"Yeah that's going a little too far, you'd probably be labelled as a barbaric person, though I do see your point. Break his fingers if you feel you have to, that way he has no way of casting spells reliably.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The necromancer struggled and squirmed a bit upon hearing such threatening word, but failed against Quiss's superior strength*" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "\"Actually I think it's fine! Don't break his fingers! I would not like to see that.\"" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "\"I'm an Oni, I think they automatically label me as barbaric on sight. Look away and cover your ears.\" *With that he would go through with breaking each of the necromancers fingers, one by one, taking his time.*" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "*Oh crappers, he actually did it, this guy is a bloody psychopath! Regardless Ralki had to continue on with him for a short bit,* \"Lets quickly bring him back...\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The reactions from the necromancer is not roleplayed out for DM reason. It suffice to say that the Necromancer DID NOT resist for the rest of the journey.*\n\n*They arrive at the town hall, with two guards sitting in front of it, one of them with their back leaned against the wall, half asleep.*" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "\"Can you please take him and give us our reward please? I don't want to take too much time out of your eh...\" *Looks at the sleeping guard* \"Busy life.\"" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "\"You heard the ant, chop chop. He's alive, as requested.\" *Sai would seem to be getting bored of carrying the necromancer around.* \"He really stinks...\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The sleeping guard woke up once he spotted the stinking necromancer. They took him into custody. After 5 minutes of wait, the mayor came out with a large bag of coin. He handed it over to Sai, who seemed to be the bigger party member.\n\nIt was heavy, containing thirty gold coins.*\n\n\"Thank you for your service.\" *The mayor said curtly, before turning around and departing.*\n\n**Quest Completed**\n\nRalki and Sai gains 1 pp each**" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "\"Well, I do say most of my quests I have taken has ended rather shortly... Must be a testament to how great I am!\" *Here she goes bragging about herself, but she then looks at the gold and her eyes shine up* \"So... Much... Money!\"" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "*Sai would lift the necromancers staff that he took earlier, inspecting it, more interested in the item than the gold.* \"Reckon this is enchanted or something? Though he wasn't that strong...\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"I'm not sure... It must be a very minor enchant if there was one, maybe one to assist with casting, if he was unable to cast it without it?\"" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "\"Guess with him gone we won't really find out. I could ask someone to look to it I guess.\" *He would stick it onto his back with his own staff.* \"Well it was a pleasure working with you. I'll find you if I ever need someone to act a distraction. Midget~\" *He'd smirk down at the small Macen.*" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "*Ralki's face scrunches up, but then she goes to normal, it'd be bad if she lost her composure* \"And I'll see you later, if I need a barbarian.\"" }, { "author": "elskele", "message": "*Sai would chuckle and begin walking away, waving behind him without looking her way.* \"Let's hope you don't.\" *With that he'd just walk away with the nearest proper town being his destination.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki leaves, yeah, that's all.*" } ]

[ { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "*The carraige carryimg some of the new recruits and their things was traveling throught the streets at a moderate pace while Damien was at the reigns and oshikuru was jogging besides it.*\n\n\"**Any food or items any of you wish to get before we reach the base?**\"" }, { "author": "corkydragon", "message": "\"No thanks.\" She said" }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "*The carraige stops outside of a butcher shop and then Damien hops off of it handing both Oshikuru and Siku 50 silver each as their first payment with the company* \n\n\"**We'll be waiting for you out here then Oshikuru**\"" }, { "author": "corkydragon", "message": "\"Thank you.\" Siku, Still startled, but at least she gained a job, so she must get used to it. \n\nShe decided to stay within the Carriage." }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "*He smiled at her and shrugged* \n\n\"**No problen at all Siku. It'll happen a lot more often once we get som good jobs going. I'm looking forwards to working with you all. I have a good feeling about it**\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru nods and runs off to get some beef*" }, { "author": "corkydragon", "message": "\"A-ah.. Alright.\" She gave a warm smile of approval and rested her hands infront of her on her lap." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru jogs back with a wild boar carcass over his shoulders*" }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "*Damien gives Oshikuru a wierd look before smiling and hopping back onto the carriage and taking the reigns.*\n \n\"**Well off we go...**\" \n\n*He whipped the reigns and the carriage was off again*" }, { "author": "unsolicitednickpic", "message": "*Anri slowly wakes up yawning as she looks around groggily her eyes eventually landing on Siku. She slowly blinked before turning her head and yelled at Damien* **\"Hey Damien I really hope it was you who drug me here because if I just got kidnapped I'm going to have to break some spines...\"**" }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "\"**I'd prefer you not break a spine while the cart is MOVING. These two here are our new comrades. Treat them well. I think the armored fellow is an oni as well.**\" \n\n*He continued to guide the carraige as it MOVED*" }, { "author": "corkydragon", "message": "Siku would struggle to breathe, Just a small \"Help\" Silently exhaled behind Anri's back.\n\nSiku felt mildly intimidated by her gaze, so she spared herself getting theoretically eaten and looked away from her, feeling slight fear; twiddling her thumbs." }, { "author": "unsolicitednickpic", "message": "**\"So that's a no to back braking... Fine I guess. So where are you taking me anyway... Don't tell me you kidnappe poor defenseless girls for fun.\"** *She says mockingly as she leans back stretching out a little. She then looks over at the girl she seemed to scare* **\"Listen uhmm I didn't get your name do to the fact I was passed out but there is no need to be scared of me, I'm actually quite soft and kind. I mean can't you just tell by the way I look I'm super nice and gently.\"**" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*A loud thud can be heard as the boar is thrown on the carriage, and a second as Oshikuru jumps on* **\"I got us dinner tonight\"**" }, { "author": "corkydragon", "message": "Siku's eyes widened slightly, She gazed over to Anri and gave a warm smile, \"Siku Yeo-Jin, I don't mind any nicknames to shorten my name.\" She shrugged once whilst closing her eyes." }, { "author": "unsolicitednickpic", "message": "*She smiles slightly as Siku spoke* **\"Well it's nice to meet you, I'm Anri...\"** *The rest of her greetings is cut off by the loud thuds. Her eyes quickly fix on the armored man. She hadn't seen him before and she already didn't like him, who makes so much noise around a drunk person it's just rude* **\"Well hello my loud friend it's nice of you to join us.\"** *Her expression was slightly angered and slightly nervous*" }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "*They eventually arrive at the cottage and damien pulls into the back of it with the carriage. He hitched the horse to a post and stretched. There was a sign out front that said Talon Security Services*\n\n\"**Well we're here**\"" } ]

[ { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Nox and Akuma, you both had mysteriously received a letter asking for your services in 'dealing' with some individuals that had cheated the sender. Nothing else is known, not even the name of said employer. Alas, it would seem you two aren't so picky as to refuse simple work for good pay. \nBoth of you would wander the streets for a while, but after asking a few questions here and there, you both would find yourself at Frogcroak alley. The sun doesn't reach inside, creating a rather shady atmosphere. True to its name, you can hear frogs creaking from the nearby sewer entrances. You both would arrive around the same time, and are the only two in the alley way. Conveniently the nearby streets are somewhat empty with no guards in sight, an ideal environment for illegal dealings. You two still have a couple of minutes or so before it is noon." }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "In front of the froggy alley, a white haired man, his form casting a shadow with the sun on his back, glances at the alley walls. It was strange. Why the croaks? Disregarding the issue of frogs living in the sewers, the red oni stretches up, wondering what could possibly be here. It just seemed like a normal alley. It was gloomy, yes, but that didn't particularly set it apart from normal alleys. \n\nThe Oni's human form was about 190 cm tall, and grew red, angry horns from its forehead. One seemed to have been cut to a stump. Various scars decorate his face and skin, some major ones snaking across his nose and right forehand. Although not too visible under his woolen clothes in the wintertime, the Oni also had a dragon-shaped tattoo twirling around his arms. He was definitely a wild one." }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*On the opposite side of the alleyway , a mage dressed in all black robes stepped into the arena. His face was obscured with a bone mask, with blood markings and glowing runes dancing across it. He held nothing in his hands, yet it was clear the atmosphere around him was nothing short of terrifying. In a small radius around him, the frogs stopped croaking, almost as if they had felt his presence. If one could see under his mask, one could se that he was disgusted. Vermin. Pest. Scum. He thought to himself*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "A couple minutes pass as you two continue to wait in the alley. Still no one in sight. Perhaps this was a joke? However, you both then notice a frog hop on over toward the two of you. It looks up at you with intelligence in its eyes. It then open its mouth\n\"Glad you two could make it. Seeing that you two are here, I can only assume you have accepted the job. The boss apologizes for not meeting you in person, but I'm sure you understand that in this kind of work confidentiality is valuable. But enough, small talk.\"\nThe frog then slowly transforms into a tall yet slim humanoid figure wearing dark robes and a hood that completely covers his face. \n\"This is a rather simple job. There is a man who purchased some herbs from the boss. They were rather expensive, so understandably the boss gave him a week to pay it back. The payment wasn't received. When asked, the man pleaded for another week. The boss is very kind and a believer of 2nd chances, so he agreed. A week passed and payment was still not received. When we tried to contact the man it was found out that he foolishly fled. Needless to say, we tracked him down, and now want him to be dealt with. He is in a hut in the wilds. Here is a map with his location marked. Everyone in there is guilty, so no need to hold back. I will also be accompanying you all as an observer. Any questions?\"" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "As the frog started to speak, the scarred man widens his eyes, quite astonished by a frog talking. You really had to expect the unexpected in a world of magic. Akuma might as well have been completely blindsided. Then, as the frog morphs into a man, Akuma understands that it was probably transformation magic, or a racial quirk. As the frog asks if he had any questions, Akuma shakes his head. This sounded like it was going to be a simple job. Go in, kill a man, then walk out. Perhaps others would have moral qualms about this, but as long as he didn't have to kill a child, an old man, or a defenseless woman, the Oni was fine with this. He had honor, after all. The mage could do the dirty work if he wanted to." }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "When the frog spoke, Nox assumed that his employer was scrying through the frog, which to his own experience, took a great amount of power and concentration. However, that would also mean that he was nearby. As the frog transforms, Nox merely nodded is silent disapproval. Easy pickings, he thought to himself. Of late, his ability to control his own anger suffered and this would be an excellent way of venting his frustrations. A lone hut in the forest? Even better. Nosurvivers, no witnesses he thought." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "The man nods \"Good. Then I shall see you there. Try to keep out of sight while leaving the city. The fewer traces the better\"\nThe man then steps into the alleyway's shadows and before your very eyes he seemingly disappears." } ]

[ { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Yuuki, Shank, and Oshikuru have all mysteriously received a letter asking for your services in 'dealing' with some individuals that had cheated the sender. Nothing else is known, not even the name of said employer, but somehow they knew your names. Alas, it would seem you three aren't so picky as to refuse simple work for good pay. \nYou three would wander the streets for a while, but after asking a few questions here and there, you three would find yourself at Frogcroak alley. The sun doesn't reach inside, creating a rather shady atmosphere. True to its name, you can hear frogs croaking from the nearby sewer entrances. You three would arrive around the same time, and are the only three in the alley way. Conveniently the nearby streets are somewhat empty with no guards in sight, an ideal environment for illegal dealings. You three still have a couple of minutes or so before it is noon." }, { "author": "komisama0649", "message": "When she arrived, Yuuki leapt up to a small overhang in the narrow alleyway, sitting with her legs hanging over the edge as she looked down over the area. She quickly identified and tuned out the background sound cluttering her ears; the croaking frogs, the bustle of people, distant beggars asking for change, it was all deemed unimportant and filed away. Now she could only wait for the people who would join her in this job, and get filled in on the details by whoever hired them.\nSince there was no rush she checked over her equipment, scarce as it was. Tightening the straps of the armor hidden under her robes, ensuring nothing was broken, Yuuki was meticulous, making sure no details escaped her eyes. When the rather short self-inspection was finished, a light blue haze appeared over her lap, materializing a single-edge, blue gradient blade about the length of a greatsword. She held it loosely in her lap, waiting for the new arrivals." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru arrived at the alleyway in a brown cloak. His sword was normally would be worn at the waist, but he held it in his hand, disguised as a cane. He heard the croaking of frogs and beggars on the street, but ignored them as they posed no threat. He noticed a small figure on an overhang in the alleyway, a Kitsune with light robes and a long, blue sword. He remained standing in the alleyway, waiting for the other companion to arrive, and the person who would give them their job*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Shank arrives, with his one handed warhammer. The feline is not as excited for this mission as the others, looking almost ashamed of himself for doing this. He bites what would be his lip if he wasn't a Felinid, although he takes a deep breath.*\n\n\"I need to do this. I can't starve. Not again...\" *He sounds as though he's trying to convince himself to not give up on this quest.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "A couple minutes pass as you two continue to wait in the alley. Still no one in sight. Perhaps this was a joke? However, you three then notice a frog hop on over toward the three of you. It looks up at you with intelligence in its eyes. It then open its mouth\n\"Glad you three could make it. Seeing that all three of you are here, I can only assume you have accepted the job. The boss apologizes for not meeting you in person, but I'm sure you understand that in this kind of work confidentiality is valuable. But enough, small talk.\"\nThe frog then slowly transforms into a tall yet slim humanoid figure wearing dark robes and a hood that completely covers his face. \n\"This is a rather simple job. There is a high elf priest who had purchased spices for his small monastery. It was a large shipment and was worth a large sum, so one week was given to pay it off. The payment wasn't received. When asked, the priest merely told us off, saying we should be 'grateful' that our 'offerings' were accepted by their god. The boss is generally a kind man, but this kind of behavior was not acceptable. Not wanting to cause a scene, we merely told the priest we will be receiving our payment in one form or another. That's where you three come into play. Here is map with the monastery's location. Everyone in there is guilty, so no need to hold back. I will also be accompanying you all as an observer. Any questions?\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru nodded. He disliked elves, especially dark ones. He was fine with the boss not showing up in person, as long as he was paid. It was what he would have done too.* \"So kill and capture at will\"" }, { "author": "komisama0649", "message": "Yuuki's ears twitched as she watched the frog transform. Was it some kind of spell? She was fairly certain no frog-type Oriates existed, at least. She paid rapt attention to the frog man's explanation, not offering any kind of sympathy for the targets of their mission, and when the map was given to them, she looked it over, committing the drawings to memory.\nWhen the man's explanation was finished, she held her katana backwards in one hand and hopped down from the overhang, landing easily on her feet. She glanced over the people who would be joining her, then turned back to the robed man. \"300 silver for a body,\" She said quietly, confirming their payment. \"Double if alive. Assuming we take targets alive, how and where will they be transported from the monastary? Or would they be staying there for a personal visit from your boss after we're finished?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Shank takes another deep breath. The transformation doesn't even bother him. It's just the fact that... Well, he didn't see himself turning out this way. He's having major second thoughts about this mission. This was wrong to do on so many levels... He could end up killing somebody, just for buying expensive spices. While it was certainly a crime, failing to pay for merchandise, it hardly seems to warrant murder. But Shank's too far in to back out now.*\n\n\"...No questions here.\" *Shank clears his throat.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "The figure chuckled at Yuuki's question. \"Don't worry, I shall handle the transport of the targets to the boss if captured alive, and will also dispose of the bodies appropriately if killed. You all simply need to take them out as you see fit and will be paid accordingly. Hopefully that answers all your questions. I shall meet you all at the monastery. Try to keep out of sight while heading there. The fewer traces the better\"\nThe man then steps into the alleyway's shadows and seemingly disappears, but those with keener sense could hear the scurrying sounds of some rodent moving quickly through the sewers." } ]

[ { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "**\"Wake up. It's `fucking` daytime.\"**\n\nWas the only words spoken from the man hidden behind his helmet sitting in the driver's position of the wagon. The man in question was staring towards the front of the path not even turning his head for politeness to look at the *Extra luggage* He had to carry with him on *His* Wagon. It was quite obvious this man had quite the serious and perhaps irritated attitude due to the tone of his voice. \n\n**\"We have things to do.\"**\n\nYet another simple statement given by the man to add reason to the previous rude statement he had given, vague and quite honestly not descriptive in any shape or form whatsoever, quite the weak conversationalist and indeed quite the social butterfly. It seems the individual had slid out his dagger from the sheathe present on his hip, starting to interact with it by spinning it around or shaving bits and parts off the wooden sections on the wagon, quite a bad habit of his.\n\nHe didn't make another statement like previously and instead opted for silence, his natural personality and his safe space perhaps, plain old silence, that and he was obviously waiting for *Someone* To have the chance to get up and respond to what he had stated. Quite frankly, he wouldn't mind if the certain *Someone* Didn't say anything, but he obviously knew he was going to get a response due to quite the rude awakening or short amount of words he had said." }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Shortly after his disrespectful speech did something stir within the back of the vessel, the slight clatter of a carelessly placed empty tankard rolling on the wood floor as the vessel moved about. What ever had quelled the man's already horrible personality to stray further into hell fire, served quite useful to catch whose attention was currently being spent on precious sleep. \n\nA small groan was their only reply back to the hot-headed knight, having been rudely interrupted from enjoying a blissful sleep. Ever since the veil of rain yesterday, the two were forced to push the wagon through hills of mud, from noon till the pass of midnight. It's simply common courtesy to give one rest after such a labouring task.\n\nThough it is wasteful to sleep through a nice day. Heaven knows how less they come. Letting out a short-lived sigh, she slipped off a slightly dirtied white blanket off her legs. Grasping her honorary priest's cap in which she made an eye mask out off did she placed on a chest beside her, stretching her arms into the air to relax her joints. \n\n\"We are close, correct?\"\n\nShe said, tasting dried saliva within her mouth. Disgusting. Pushing herself up to her feet, she took grip on one of the barrels for balance, searching for her waterskin. When she had found the filled receptacle, she plucked out the cork and drank, swiveling the liquid to wash her mouth before spitting it out of the wagon." }, { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "**\"Twenty Minutes.\"**\n\nStraight to the point. It was quite obvious his horrible personality was especially hateful towards everything this fine evening, even though as a servant of the lord he should be one to spread kindness, gratitude and everything good. Seems like the Garbage Knight was none the better from the supposed people they were supposed to be against, how anyone tolerated his behavior up until now was a mystery. \n\n\"You haven't worked much in your life have you?\"\n\nThe man stated, referring to the day prior on the rather stormy and muddy chaotic hell they were in yesterday trying to push a wagon out of the terrain. The tone of the man had also changed quite simply, like he could decide what personality he wanted to portray on command. The tone of his voice, was now more akin to a person who was concerned for the person, or perhaps just concern for himself- bad party members lead to problems after all. \n\nIt was also to be noted that the man still wore the same equipment from the previous day, his boots were dirtied, there was dried mud across his armour and some parts of his fabric clothing were stained with the terrain from said mud. It also seemed like the man hadn't even slept from yesterday, maybe he wasn't tired form the hard work? Or maybe he had slept faster, not like the *Female* Would know anything, she was sound asleep. \n\nThe man stopped chipping at a certain section of the wagon now with his dagger, starting to inspect it and flip it around dangerously, not that he cared very much about poking himself accidently nor if he probably cared if he would've accidently thrown it or knocked it somewhere like say into the cleric. Playing with pointy objects, quite the fun it was, heck, anything was more fun than sitting on the road continuously for hours travelling on some bumpy path heading to some social gathering of people, a town." }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "The young woman clicked her tongue, corking the water skin closed and setting it down on a shut casket. A week had passed already since they laid travel together, and within that duration did the cleric fail to know the Garbage Knight to a degree of being genuine friends. With his unwelcoming nature, it's easy to know why. \n\n\"I am not suited to those kind of endeavors, frustrating as it may be.\"\n\nAccusing her of being a sloth? That shall not stand. While in truth that she looks like a lackadaisical bird, she had spent her young adolescent years priming her mind and body to be used as an output of the high; and so, her training composes of heeding the grand watcher's command in taking care of many tasks lying about in the temple. Unfortunately, those tasks did not include having to push a heavy wagon on piles of earth and water.\n\nWith that, she plopped her triangular hat over the silky silver mass of hair on her head. Tidying up herself before slowly making her way towards the front of the wagon. Now, she sat beside the Garbage Knight up front, watching the scenery before them move as the bright day simmered. Taking a glance at his equipment, he didn't bother to 'least rind off the dirt. Such negligence will cost him, that's for sure." }, { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "The man didn't even pay attention to the cleric moving up front, didn't even spare her a single stare, he just continued to sit there fiddling with his knife- apparently his knife was more interesting than the female, could be the portrayed message from his actions he had done. Him playing with his knife started to evolve into gestures of possibly throwing it and now more extreme cases of flipping them, he was going to drop it eventually if he kept playing with it like this.\n\n\"That's because you're not suited for the outdoors at all.\"\n\nThe man said bluntly and frankly as ever, not giving a care about other peoples feelings in any capacity whatsoever, he just wanted to tell the truth and how it was exactly how he saw it, he didn't want to sugarcoat anything, that causes problems down the line and he could deal with less problems and troubles in his now busy life of trying to take care of this extra passenger he had onboard. \n\n\"It's typical. *That's why so many `die`.\"*\n\nHe didn't have any evidence to back up his statement, he just said it, could be wrong could be false, it was his personal opinion that he thought that way and had such an outlook on the life. The Garbage Knight, cynical as ever and even more-so just a plain old asshole, the very embodiment of the definition, to the full extents, his personality fluctuates so much and changes that it wouldn't be wrong to even consider him a crazy fool." }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Her eyes followed the movements of his knife, seemingly dancing with his gloved hands; dangerously so. It is indeed surprising on how he could maintain the balance between such a thin blade and thick digits. She'll be expecting for it to fall from his hands soon enough. She turned her attention towards the trees, growing more sparse as they neared a village bit-by-bit.\n\nShe wasn't quite paying attention to what the man had said after his forthright proclamation, yet what he had added seconds later did not pass over the Air Macen's flicking ears. Her vibrant topaz orbs staring down at the earthly floor as her silver brows narrowed. \n\nThere are many factors to one's death outdoors. Either from natural means, or the hands of fellow man. What fueled them to their demise is always accumulated by foolishness, which housed no room within her mind. That is why she pulled the gambit of joining such a irksome soul. A man whose heart is kindled by harshness of reality, in tune for survival. \n\nThough comes the time where she also question his own sanity. His subtle changes of personality and rambles of raveled words. Interesting, yet hard to decipher. If this partnership between them would become long-term (which she doubts so), it would be quite painful to maintain." }, { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "\"Is that a bit *Too much* For you to respond to?\"\n\nHe said, with a tint of sincerity and actual concern for the female group member who was travelling with him on his wagon but most of his tone was sounding like he was actually making fun of the female cleric, this was clearly just bullying. If he kept this behavior up he'd definitely make her want to leave eventually, or maybe today even. He didn't expect this partnership to be long-term anyways.\n\nThe man after his previous stated started a moment of silence, originally he planned to wait for her to respond, but then thought to do something else in his spare time. He stopped playing and fiddling around with his knife, stabbing it into the wooden wagon, letting the dagger stand up vertical inbetween him and the Cleric, reminiscent of some old-time promises and trust methods or trends back from older times.\n\n*\"Where there is uncertainty, I shall bring light. Where there is doubt, I shall sow faith. Where there is shame, I shall point atonement. Where there is rage, I shall show its course. My word in the soul shall be as my sword in the field.\"*\n\nHe started reciting verses from certain religious texts and books he had read from his church, they were quite modified but they still have roughly the same meaning, his voice and tone was now much calmer and more so just quiet to the point of whispering, but it was still quite audible." }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "The Cleric remained silent, having none to voice back to the man beside her. It is too much for the girl, and that she had recently woken up from her slumber. Roughly. In the mean time, she was simply writing in a leather-bound journal, a shard of charcoal for a pencil that dirtied her pale fingers. Her eyes remained focused on what she was writing, the soft singing chatter of the birds being their only companion after such a brief discussion.\n\nThe thwack of splintered wood beside her made the Cleric jolt, her head turning towards the perpetrator in a questioning manner. Yet his words, formulated verses uttered from beneath a rusting visor, lulled the girl to relax, her attention in the road ahead. \n\n\"Such calming words from you, Ser Kiel.\"" }, { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "\"Constantly being Judgmental and frank is taxing sometimes. Sometimes I have calm myself with praying to the lords and ladies of the higher abode, for I am not worthy as a mere tool, an instrument.\" \n\nHis pacing and tone, and generally his movements got a lot slower, has he got more calmer unlike just seconds ago where he was a constant cynic and angry straight to the point individual of action. He finally turned his head- or in this case his helmet facing towards the cleric, of which you could almost feel him try and smile, not that one could actually see what his actual facial expression was.\n\n\"I apologize for frightening you. I am just a type of person who is not well-versed in social interactions all too well.\"" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Firstly, I should be one to apologize for making you carry me in this wagon.\"\n\nWith common courtesy, she faced the masked man. Her soft voice coupled with such a non-expressive face, her mouth in a simple flat line. Yet her vibrant yellow eyes lingered amusement, her hands closing the book along with tucking the charcoal pencil away. Staring into the black mass beneath the helmet, the Cleric grew curious.\n\nIn truth, she had never seen his face before. Even after traveling together for a week, she had not yet seen the man take off the thick steel cage around his head. It might've been her lack of interest at the time, but contemplating it now; it's quite strange to be with someone who you know the name yet not the face.\n\n\"Will you ever take off that visor, good sir?\"" }, { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "\"I may refer to you as extra luggage or as some other insult, but that's more so my personality of referring things as insults instead of anything else. I rather much respect you, and your presence here. We are both members of faith, it is indeed relaxing for me to be able to trust another member of religion.\"\n\nThat was probably the most this Knight had ever said, in that short speech of his simply explaining his actions in a logical fashion as well as explaining his actions from an opinionated point of view. He'd take a deep breath however, upon questioning how he'd answer the Cleric's second question.\n\nHe opted for silence, pretending to have not heard her, and believing that the short speech he said earlier would been sufficient enough information." }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Believe me, I am not much affected by such terms. I do feel much calm with another follower of our faith, even if he is quite the *Intricate* Sort. \"\n\nShe set a pale hand against a silly smirk, leaning back into the hard wooden board behind them. Indeed, this is the first time she had heard such lengthy speech from the paladin. For once, the two managed to make themselves a close-to ordinary discussion. With this step in their relationship, she could genuinely call him a friend. \n\nThough it still bothered her that the man is unwilling to show his face to her. *Yet.*" } ]

[ { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "\"*Intricate*, That's a new one. Well, you shouldn't probably keep travelling with me for long, I'm not to right type of crowd to be travelling with a cleric.\"\n\nHe said, in a sense of self-loathing fashion, but he was probably right. The cleric shouldn't have to deal with a crazy fool who can't even sort out his priorities and keep up his own personal hygiene and cleanliness within his own armour, there are obviously far more suitable people out there in the world than this cynical fellow.\n\n\"I'd say once we reach this town, we find another party for you to tag along with.\" \n\nHe suggested, he thought that was a pretty sound and well-thought out idea, everyone would be happy, no one loses- it's a win-win situation." }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"It took me a week for me to make you open up a slight. It'd be a waste to stop now.\"\n\nThe cleric shook her head, her brows now furrowed down. Traveling with someone who has no sense in cleansing himself both physical and mental, do deems itself quite a challenge for her. Yet she values the principles of patience, and having to start from zero with a new party leaves a foul taste on her tongue. \n\n\"You may think that, but you are the most reliable man I've come across in the wild. We had a week's time pass us, our trust weighs heavier than many parties already.\"" }, { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "\"So it seems. Well, Miss Cleric seems you have increased your duration of stay with this psuedo party of sorts.\"\n\nThe man said as he turned his head back towards the front of the wagon at the path to gauge at how long it should take to reach the town they were travelling towards as well as considering any possible options and choices to make in the long run fod the long running operation of this wagon and anything in general. \n\n\"Baptiste and Puritan may need some food, you think you could feed them when we are in town?\"" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Believe me, good sir. My presence with you will be much more enjoyable.\"\n\nShe let out, a small smile adourning her features before it quickly dissipated. The scenery around them had dramatically changed, long gone were the tall proud trees that lined the path, instead replaced by knee-high grass ranging from green to yellow of the vast plains. Ahead of them lies a bridge, moss climbing the bricked stone as the rushing waters of a river flowed beneath it. \n\n\"I will deal with the horses. Are we low on provisions again?\"" }, { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "\"No, if we were low on provisions I'd be considered a horrendous logistician and my mentor would be quite unhappy to say the least.\" \n\nThe only thing about the terrain that registered within Adrian's cognitive processes was the fact that combat techniques and some strategies had to change within his head to adapt to the situation if need be to react to a unexpected situatuon if it were to arise or occur suddenly, he was still quite tense as an individual not allowing himself much room to be relaxed or calm.\n\n\"Your presence and how much one enjoys it, is quite a suggestive sentence though, don't you think cleric?\"" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Perhaps joining you is the right decision after all.\"\n\nShe took off the soft garment atop her head, setting it down on her lap as she breathed in the smell of fresh dew of yesterday's rain. Her head turned away from the knight to watch the working locals from a distance. Having been in a wagon days on end, the silver-haired maiden longed for the safe confines of a village, along with pleasant food not showered in preservatives.\n\nShe took hold a lock of natural silver with her pale hands, gently combing the ends with her fingers before working up. Her pointed ears flicked when the muffled voice of the knight came, and with his comment did she turn her head slightly to his direction, arched brows directed towards the impassive male.\n\n\"Traveling with a member of the faith is comforting, is it not? With the many dangers of traversing through these lands, one needs the light while in darkness to continue.\"\n\nLetting out a puff of air, she stared at the path ahead, seeing the first wooden structures of the village within her sight.\n\n\"I suppose a woman in the party is exciting for some. As you are a follower of the High, you won't be messing with someone of the clergy such as I?\"" }, { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "The man, seemed to actually pay attention to what the cleric's movements were, taking off her headwear, looking at the locals working away at their hardworking duties and jobs trying to earn a meager living in their lives which stay same for most of several generations. \n\nHe couldn't help himself from trying to picture all the angles of each situation as new information was gathered with each speech or how he was registering the new information to match with that of the old. \n\n\"There is a litany from a group of religious extremists that I tend to follow in the footsteps of, *In life, there is war. In death, there is peace. In life, there is shame. In death, there is atonement.*\"\n\nThe man was silent and gave a pause for a second allowing one to adapt and give time to people to understand the information given but it was not long before he continued to speak once again to say something and this was more aimed towards the remark that he would do something malicious to the cleric.\n\n\"I'm not quite sure, Miss Cleric. I do know that you'd probably be sold at 300 gold coins on the slave market though Who knows, you may get a boost higher for being a cleric.\"" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "She listened in to his invocations, eyes closed to sink in the prayer. Much truth echoes from such words, yet death for one's atonement? One can bask in the spirit's light once more if they can give the patience to do so. \n\nThe cleric shook her head, sitting in silence. She continued on combing her silver hair down with her pale digits, her legs tucked neatly together while her navy blue cap sat on her covered lap. The veil of silence is soon broken by the paladin's ill-natured comment, of which the cleric gently shoved the filthy man with a hand light-heartedly. \n\n\"Do such thing and you'll be cursed for eternity.\"\n\nHer face feigned annoyance, now facing the opposite direction of her companion." } ]

[ { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "The Paladin was little tapped by the hand, he was already alert for movement or any action to take place and hence was already tense. The man had not moved a single inch due to the tap, not that it was to be expected anyways since it was more of a joke shove than anything. The Paladin however seemed to enjoy this sort reaction out of the cleric and decided he would instigate further or perhaps try to inquire deeper. \n\n\"Cursed? Cursed by whom?\"\n\nThe man asked, obviously already knowing the answer to the question as his faith had already given him all the answers, but this was a chance for him to figure out how strong this cleric's faith was exactly and how strong the binds of such religion meant to her as a person, that was one thing he hated and held strong prejudice against- those who use religion as an excuse to jusitfy their means. \n\n\"Aren't you a little bit afraid that such things could perhaps happen? Or are you too afraid to think of such actions ever becomming a reality to a person like you?\"" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "The young cleric simply shrugged her shoulders lightly at his question. She simply meant it in a joking manner, and it would be already obvious to the knight what her answer would be. The action of enslaving one's fellow kin is regarded as a sin to Micaiah, restricting one's will and subjecting him to hard labour or harlotry.\n\n\"By something, in due course.\" \n\nShe halted her brushing, setting her cap back on its desired spot atop her silver-head. Having been raised by followers of the faith, her own view in her religion is three-fold: Good Will, Atonement, and Truth. The goals of her home temple are to spread out the voice of the great spirits, to promote salvation through benevolence, to show the light within time of darkness, and embrace them with pure veracity. \n\n\"..It is always a possibility for it to come across. Though with honest faith and the strength of another, it is not something worth discussion to at this time.\"" }, { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "\"You've single-handedly ignored my ulterior motives and avoided answering the question while answering it. I'm impressed.\" \n\nThe Knight clearly admitted to the cleric, clearly impressed by her character. However the Knight still had his fair share of questions and things to proclaim towards the cleric, however he did see her in a more friendly tone and got slightly less tense and relaxed a tiny bit. \n\n\"I don't recall your name though, Ms. Cleric, or do you like being referred to as your title instead of your handle?\" \n\nThe man had quite indeed forgotten her name, blame it on short-term memory or due to the fact that he was planning to let the cleric join another party, he thought it wasn't necessary to remember a person if he was going to split or part ways with them soon, however it seems he had a change of heart and decided to stick with this party, it seems it could be beneficial and work out in the long-term if he tried enough." }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Micaiah. Do call me by my name, such a title seems too loose.\" \n\nThe fact that the knight had forgotten her name, had really proven true of his plans of getting rid of her earlier. *It is only three syllables long*. Micaiah didn't think her answer that seemed quite half-assed would have the aptitude of impressing a cynic man like Adrian, it seems his social standards is quite low.\n\n\"Should I continue calling you by your surname?\"\n\nJudging by Adrian's character, she concluded that it would deem uncomfortable for someone to continue addressing him by the family name. What ever led him to grow into this kind of man were often traced back to his roots. A dead lover? Bad relations with his kin? Whatever the cause, she is still in the risk of getting locked out by the strange knight." }, { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "\"Micaiah. I see.\"\n\nThe Knight would've concluded in his simple statement of just saying her name reciprocating the fact that he had acknowledged her words and had started to forge the name into memory. The man would then cross his arms in a typical b-boy stance, before starting to answer the question she had followed up upon to his own personal question.\n\n\"Call me what you want, I do not mind nor does it bother me.\"\n\nHe responded with a straightforward and concise answer to the cleric's question, he truly did not care what he was called, he just needed to know if and when he was being referred to, this was obviously for him personally to effectively realize when his que was required of if he was needed in any situation, hence his name or whatever the individual was calling him should use." }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "The girl simply shrugged her shoulders, deciding within her head on what she will address the paladin. Perhaps his last name is fitting, for now. It still did not feel right for her to call the man by his first name without seeing his face first. With that, she followed up his statement with an answer.\n\n\"Baraqiel it is.\"\n\nSoon after their discussion, they were now only a few feet away from the opening into the *Capital*, where the esteemed king marks his home. There, the cleric hopped off to the side of the wagon, the leather soles of her back boots landing on the dry ground as she matched the speed of the padding horses, a pale hand nestled in the mane of Puritan." }, { "author": "halodudefromdr", "message": "The Paladin would've obviously noticed as the cleric begun to dismount from the wagon to move alongside the moving vehicle, he would also notice as they started to move into the city- the capital of this country. Hence he started to mentally note everything he required to do in a sort of checklist form in his head.\n\n\"Baraqiel. I acknowledge your choice.\"\n\nHis tone had slowly seemed to shift and turned into something more robotic or monotone-ish, perhaps this was to deal with the fact he was now moving into the city and his personality once again fluctuating or changing to that of a more public face or perhaps it was a strategy designed by the man to avoid as much social interaction as possible- anti-social tendencies perhaps, what a common fad and popular trend these days." } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The ranch of Lyndon village is fairly well known for providing various kinds of animals for commercial or battlefield use alike. The ranch owner, Kren Sandun, takes pride especially in the ranch's signature Sandun horses, known throughout the continent for being consistent in winning many high-stakes races, usually with loads of money at stake. A recent problem has occurred, however, one that could alter his entire business and livelihood. The stallion and the mare, named Kaze and Mistress respectively, have turned up missing a day ago, seemingly out of nowhere. A good amount of his livestock, including an Ox and a pig, had also turn up gone as well. The fence he had put on the perimeter of his house was tall enough to block any animal from jumping over, and these horses weren't the tiniest by a long shot. The day he had discovered the disappearance, Kren analyzed the entirety of the fence. The western and southern part looked relatively untouched, as far as ranch pens go, but the southern gate had a noticeable amount of blood stained upon it, with the gate itself being torn apart, seemingly by a powerful strike of a bladed weapon of sorts. Panicked, he spent the entire day setting up flyers throughout the region, posting* **HELP WANTED!** *Posters on every major town and city he could find. The three of you, Syele, Mizu, and Theron, had taken notice of these posters some time beforehand and are on the path to Lyndon currently at noon.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would arrive on the scene expecting Theron not to be too far behind since they just had left from the same place not long ago. She wouldn't had packed much and was rather bundled up in her winter wear at the time.* \"Well, suppose this should be a simple matter to solve... Hopefully.\" *She spoke out to herself calmly while taking a small break waiting to see who else had came to investigate the the situation provided on the posters.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron was a few minutes late from Syele's arrival... Mainly because he was completely baffled with Ein's confession to assassins trailing them. She wouldn't elaborate on it, and there was this quest to be done... So he decided to first get this done. The girl wasn't completely incompetent so she could handle herself for the time being.*\n\n\"... Forgive me for falling behind. I did not expect such an outcome from that, and it caught me off-guard. I'll have to focus on that matter after this quest. She is competent enough to survive for a long time if she knew to keep on the move.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Mizu had been walking through the land for a while, mapping out any new landmarks and roads since the last time she had came here. Who knew so much could change in only a decade. However, she was starting to get bored. Sure the new terrain and places was enough to keep her interest from waning, but that was about it. She desired some spice in her life, something new and exciting.*\n\n*She would then take notice of a* *HELP WANTED*. *Interesting, missing race horses. Now, she wasn't one to help people out of the goodness of her heart, but it's had been nearly 3 decades since she last seen a horse race. Maybe finding these horses would be a fun opportunity for her to see one again. Worst case scenario, she would get to find out how purebred horse blood tastes like. Wasn't likely going to taste better than a humanoids', basically nothing was, but tasting the unique flavors of the world was another fun pastime for her. Thus, she would head over to ranch to provide 'help' for this rancher.*\n\n*Mizu would arrive and notice two other individuals had arrived as well. A young male air macen and a silver haired female orinate. She would lick her lips at the sight of these 2 delectable looking blood bags, but would not be seen by them due to her mask. Maybe if things turned out very poorly she might get a free gourmet meal out of this. But for now, it wold be best to hide her hunger and approach these bloodb- companions as a normal adventurer*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Hello there\" *Yawns* \"I'm here for the missing horses job request? Assume you two are here for it as well?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would lightly stare at the new arrival for a time examining her top to bottom with her dull jackal like pupils. Her ears would flicker in curiosity at her odd appearance and her tail likely swung back and forth creating a bit of breeze while it smacked up against Theron's leg by mistake.* \"I suppose we are.\" *She stated flatly, looking around at the area now that she lost her interest in the stranger for the short frame that was held.*\n\n\"I believe we have time to stop and chatter until the owner comes out to us or we can simply go to them I suppose.\" *The orinate didn't quite like the third party member altogether, the mysterious type always seemed to be the most painful to deal with in a way, but still she gave the woman the benefit of the doubt for the time being.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Lyndon is up ahead, so we still have time to discuss each other's abilities. I feel like it would be beneficial, since we could determine how to go about finding the animals.\"\n\n*Theron walked along, since there was still some time to travel till they reached Lyndon. It was good that they conveniently met up here, he guessed, since he could share hisskills with them and see if they could enhance each other.*\n\n\"I have some enhanced senses, so it could be easier to find the animals if they were just spooked off by predators... But it is a possibility goblins had stolen them as food sources, maybe even bandits.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Mizu would take a liking a to the young female orinate. It was not often she got to meet one of her kind, and her eagerness to get things done reminded Mizu of her earlier days. The young orinate was likely less than a century old. She reminiscence about her earlier days where she would have the same enthusiasm and energy, but alas it was all in the past now. She has since learned that she had more than enough time to wade through life, too much time in fact. If she went though life too quickly she would likely die of boredom for the rest of it.*\n*The male also seemed to be one dedicated to hard work and getting things done in a timely fashion. But that was expected given he was a macen. Those poor things have trouble moving about after only 6 decades. However, she was always impressed by how much they could do in that short-time. Anyhow, she let her mind stop wandering and redirected her focus on what the macen was saying.*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Ah, I see. It's good to hear that I'll be in the company of such a skilled tracker. I too can enhance my senses, but only for a short time. I'm more of a hunter\" She would then motion to her spear. \"How about you young miss?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele tilted her head for a time pondering on what she actually offered to the group before speaking out softly.* \"I am a healer and a fast runner, I also tend to be a bit of a talker when it comes to handling situations while also my lesser form is that of a jackal with a keen sense of smell and hearing that would likely be more on peer with Theron or slightly better. As for in a fight? Not fairly well, I normally fight dirty to begin with, so expect mostly cheap shots or... Well... Ya cheap shots.\"\n\n*She would finish speaking look about the area considering if she should start walking toward the farm or not. Since it would be rude to not show up in time but at the same time there was some joy to have with talking with the two at least in the planning-phase.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I could handle myself in a fight, but I don't think I could last against a group.. I'll be relying on you.. Eh.. Stranger. As my ally stated, it my name is Theron. It would be easier to communicate if you told us yours.\"\n\n*Theron continued a slow pace as they had begun to walk towards the area mentioned by the poster about missing animals. It seemed like the stranger had a buff, or possibly several. Depending on how that went, it could be useful to have a mage... Or some kind of swordswoman that could buff themselves.*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Ah yes, how rude of me. The name's Kyuu. Can't say I can handle a group that well either, but I suppose that is why there is 3 of us instead of 1\" *Yawns* \"A clever healer, a reliable scouter, and a hunter. I'm sure we'll be alright considering you two are friends and likely have worked together. I'll try not to get in your way. Speaking of your friend, I didn't catch her name\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Mizu would hang in the back, a few steps behind the group as she didn't want to put the effort into matching their pace. Them maces have too much energy. If they just relaxed a little maybe they would live longer. Or perhaps they have so much energy cus they know they have very little time to live?*\n*She would ponder the question for a bit before raising her shoulders in defeat. It's not like she needed to find the answer, but maybe she can dwell on it later to pass the time. For now she had 2 interesting toys infront of her. The orinate seemed clever, a trait Mizu appreciated. Maybe they could converse about some other things when given the chance. She suspected the jackal orinate had interesting tales to tell whether they be true or false*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Syele Husen, is my name, if by rare chance the last name sounds familiar a lot of my family use to be merchants and blacksmiths. They're mostly dead or slaves now, so not like it matters too greatly to begin with.\" *Syele stated plainly, she was unsure if there was still any remaining members of the Husen family line... She knew her sister may still be around, but she didn't quite care about her too much, she was always so loud and brutish...*\n\n\"Anyways, we should be reaching the farm here soon, so we should hopefully be able to get right to the matter of business without much trouble at all.\" *She continued walking about the trail looking around the area time to time as they went.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As you three approach the village, you would notice a slight air about the inhabitants that was off. Something was amiss, something was so obviously not correct. There was nearly no one outside the tiny town, and those who were outside of their homes looked crestfallen and troubled. The beggars of the street looked dejected, as they never even bothered trying to ask you for any spare change at all. You would walk past the fountain with a strange figure's idol on it, past a woman who seemed to be kneeling to the idol in solemn silence. There are children playing outside of their homes, but even they seemed to be affected with a degree of sadness. There seemed to be no guards, no sort of authority throughout the walk to the ranch. As you tread on the cobblestone roads, you would eventually arrive at the foot of a large hill with large gray walls, and at the entrance to the mountain, there would be towering, steel gates. Here, only here, were there guards stationed at the forefront. They would hold out spears in your direction, blocking the gates by making a sort of X shape with their weapons.*\n\"Not so fast. State your names and business, or we will have to force you off of the grounds.\" The left guard says, in a serious manner.\n\"Yeah, what the almighty captain of the ranch guard said!\" The right guard said, in a mocking tone. It was clear that these two never got along.\n*The left guard sighed.* \"Of all the subordinates I was paired with, why did it have to be you, Dimitri?\" *He turned back towards the group, a look of exhaustion in his eyes.* \"Anyway, get on with it. Names and purpose, please.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "`which one of the guards tells lies, and the other tells truths?`" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Cult.\" *Syele muttered barely audiblely under her breathe at an attempted theory already forming in her head. It had the entire vibe that she felt when she was dealing with the Velaria situation or it could just something of a similar nature that bared affects to it's likeness. Either way, she had her own senses as to what could had already happened to the animals or what was happening there at the town. Everyone seemed to be distraught and the woman praying to an idol did quite help her theory at the time.*\n\n\"Syele Husen and these are my comrades Theron and Kyuu. We're here by request of the poster that was left by the ranch owner to recover some lost animals or something like that I believe.\" *Syele face turned disgusted as she finally noticed that they were really pointing spears at them upon arrival. What kind of idiot hires outsiders to help with a situation and then have dumbfounded guards so idiotic to the point they would aim spears at said requested hands.* \"It would be kind of you if you would lower your spears, it's a bad impression to represent your employer in such a manner to people he sought help from.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Mizu would look at the two guards with disinterest. She didn't see how providing their names or purpose would help protect the ranch if they were actually here to cause harm. It was a rather pathetic excuse of security against criminals, and only would serve to insult those that came to help. Though this could also be just her luck. Given how few guards there are it would likely not be too difficult to snatch a bloodbag for a midnight snack later. In fact, if this was the kind of treatment she was going to recieve she may as well start her feast with these two.*\n*However hearing Syele's speak, her interests in food would wane. What a clever young girl. Mizu was pleased to see that Sylene had thought the same thing she did. Perhaps all female orinates were clever? Even if it wasn't true, Mizu decided against causing a bloodbath in favor of seeing what else this young orinate would do to entertain her.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron didn't really mind that the guards were suspicious of them... They were what they would be looking out for. A group of outsiders that could have stolen their animals. He wanted to look around the walls of the estate to see if he could find any traces of footprints or tools to climb over them, but obviously that would have to be for later... So he just stood there and stared at the ground that the gate stood on. Proccing hawk-eye every time he saw evidence of animal prints, to help determine if it was fresh or not.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The guards would look at eachother simultaneously, then put their spears back to their sides as the left guard spoke to them.* \"Oh, so you're the adventurers that will assist Kren in his investigation? Not that he's investigating anything anyway...\" *He stopped talking, looking at the ground with a small smirk on his face.* \"He wouldn't look into something for shit. Always taking things at face value, you know?\"\n*The right guard, Dimitri, would look at the group shortly after.* \"Yeah, he's fucking lazy as shit. Only time he really gets worked up is when it has something to do with the profits and welfare of the business. Honestly, he used to be so humble and considerate to us. Now, ha! Now we live off of 10 silver a week, while his horses eat and dine on grains imported from a country-I-cannot-pronounce, while we're here barely able to buy some pork off the butcher. He doesn't appreciate how far we go for him.\" \n*Dimitri would then fondle a key hanging from his waist, fidgeting around with it before he walked over to the keyhole of the gates. He turned it slowly in a comical manner, looking at the group with a pseudo-awed expression on his face. As the gates opened, the right guard stowed his spear to his side, holding out his arm towards the hill.*\n\"Kren should be pacing around the front of the building. The ranch pens and whatnot are in the back. I suggest you start looking for things there, or you could talk to 'his lordship' first. Go on now.\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Another thought came to her mind that maybe it wasn't really a cult causing the issues throughout the town. It seemed that the owner of the local lands may have been getting neglectful of those around him to the point that within reason that it might had been one of them. It was just a suspected idea with no evidence to hold ground, but she wanted to plan ahead and get most of her theories laid out in her mind before they even reached the scene. On her way in she paid close attention to the guards, looking at their hands, clothes, and if they had any extra weapons on hand or anything that stood out in general that may catch her eye as they walked by.*\n\n*Once they were out of ear shot she spoke up for a moment.* \"I have two underlining theories thus far, first and most likely is that some of the folks here are disdained enough with the ranch owner to take his animals. Second theory is that we're dealing with a cult like issue that plan to use the animals in a ritualistic manner, which could be connected to the town judging by other the folks were acting or of an outside manner that is inflicting the town in some way. I honestly don't have any evidence to prove what I'm saying, but it's the best I can do for the moment as a general basis as to what we should be looking for.\"\n\n*She finished speaking and continued to walk forward with her typical dull expression across her face.* \"But if anything, maybe we should talk to the owner first and see what information he has to offer to us. It does seem like it would have to be an inside job with just the sheer amount of protection and guards this place has, so he may already have an idea on who it could be.\" *Her monotone voice finished echoing out in a low but audible mutter and her tail continued to swing side to side in blissful thought.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Ah, another one of those rich exploiting the poor villages. A common sight that she had seen in almost every sort of civilization she had visited for the past century. She could hardly blame the rich though, though she thought it was kind of a waste past a certain point. It made sense to desire more wealth as wealth meant you got to do less work. But from all the businessmen she has seen, while they were excused from manual labor by hiring slaves or whatnot, it was replaced with the constant stress of growing their business despite how big it already was. Truly foolish in her opinion to have the means turn into the end.*\n*That being said, she did not know why the guards would spend effort explaining their plight. Was it a desire for sympathy? Coin? Or was it merely a means to blow of steam from their working conditions. In any of those case, she could only think of them as pathetic. If they truly wanted change they should acquire the strength to make a difference.* \n*She would walk past them, disinterested in spending a single moment longer with such weaklings. Walking over to the ranch Mizu would listen to Syelen's theories. The young orinate sure liked to talk alot, though she did say that was one of her talents so perhaps that was to be expected. Mizu only hoped it won't bite her in the tail in the future and contemplated advising her, but decided against it. The orinate was still very young, it would be best to let her make a few mistakes early on as experience is the best teacher. She would have more than enough time afterwards to learn from it. Thus, Mizu would simply chuckle and nod her head to whatever Sylene said, reflecting on how amusing it is to be filled with youth.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron would simply follow the group, also wondering why the guards at the front decided to talk to them about their lives. All it did for them was paint clearly their motive for committing the crime, so it was more of a detriment to them... Whatever they wanted, he supposed.*```diff\n-Theron also guessed he couldn't see anything at the gate, since he tried to check there but came up empty handed.\n```\n\"Creating theories from glances isn't something that's healthy, we'll need to find evidence first. You two can talk to the owner, I'll check out the area around and within the ranch... To hopefully find something that can point us in the right direction.\"\n\n*Theron then took off, breaking from the group and jogging over to the walls... Beginning to follow along them in search of any disturbances among the dirt beside it. He would also take the time to examine the wall itself by glancing over at it / pressing against it, looking for loose materials or doors.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As Mizu and Syele approached the main ranch building, you would notice a brown, black haired man pacing across the front grounds. He wore a lord's robe and cape, and looked very handsome as far as people went. He would've looked to be a powerful symbol of authority if it werent for the bloodshot and almost manic look in his eyes. His hair was ruffled and unkempt, and he was tapping his thigh with his index finger as you two came closer. The building behind him was lit up with luminous light, giving a lustrous impression on the rich, brown walls. There were tracks in the path that he tread, most likely because he'd been there for the entire morning, sinking his shoes into the mud as he walked. He didn't seem to take notice of you at first, but once you were within earshot distance, he would pause his perpetual walking cycle and turn towards the two of you.*\n\n\"So,\" He began. \"You're the ones that came to help me with my dear horses?\" He would look at you face to face, inching closer as he crossed his arms over his chest. \"Good. Good...\"\n\n*He began to shuffle where he stood. Holding his finger up to his mouth, he would begin to gnaw and slobber on it has he continued to speak.* \"You know what your jobs are. 1500 silver for the both of you for information on my dearies; they don't heed to anyone but me. Make it quick. I want them back here as soon as possible. I worry that they might've found themselves in danger, and it would be a right pain to have to scout for ponies that are of Kaze and Mistress's caliber. Although, thinking about it, I doubt there's any horse like that in the world! Everyone knows Sandun horses are the best! HAHA!\" \n\n*He would then walk back over to the front of the building, sitting down in a rocking chair made of seemingly expensive wood, intricate and detailed carvings of various animals shown throughout the framework. Sighing, he ran his finger over the carving with a horse on it, staring as he did.*" } ]

[ { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*After a moment of listening to the man's ramblings she'd gently nudge Mizu and nodded her head over to Theron.* \"I believe we've heard all we need to for now. Let's check in with theron and see what he has figured out and go from there.\" *She spoke plainly and begun to walk over toward where theron was last at.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Mizu was just here for some entertainment, so it's not like she really cared what they did. Thus she would follow the young female without hesitation to see what the skilled tracker was up to. As they approach Mizu would speak up as she was starting to fall asleep*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Well Theron, have your tracking skills found anything noteworthy?\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Nothing yet~!\"\n\n*He shouted over to them, having been a good sixty feet from them. He was still examining the wall around the estate... Again, checking for foot prints in the dirt or other such suspicious things. Maybe even a side door if he was lucky, due to pressing against the wall every second or so.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As Theron encircled the perimeter of the ranch, he would find nothing noteworthy until he reached the southern wall/fence. The aforementioned broken fence panel was still there, as mentioned before, but due to Theron's enhanced vision (hawkeye), he could make out some of the finer details other people wouldn't have noticed at a first glance. The mud around the broken fence was, as mentioned before, dotted with blood, but there was a faint remnant of animal footprints there, as well as something else. From where you were, you noticed an Ox footprint, a Pig footprint, but only a single pair of horse hoofprints, though these were significantly more crusted and well hidden than was expected. The assailant clearly knew how to cover his tracks. The single trail of horse footprints, however, would prove to be odd, seeing that there were reportedly two different horses that had went missing. Perhaps they had stepped in eachothers hoofprints while exiting the complex? Doubtful. The prints would lead out of the gate, splitting into three different tracks. The hoofprints from the horse extended out to the left, leading down the hill into a nearby forest, with the strange, unusual prints going down that path as well. The middle path would have the prints of an oxen leading down into a wide, open plain. The pig tracks seemed to stop a few feet away from the gate, where the grass was a significantly darker shade than usual.*\n\n*Kren would continue to run his arm up and down the carving on his chair, gazing at Mizu and Syele as they departed him. He felt slightly offended; they hadn't even bothered to greet themselves to his lordship!*\n\n\"What? No greetings? Hmmph, should've expected as much from lowly adventurers as yourself. Doesn't even have the proper ettiquite to greet their employer! What a complete joke.\" *He said all this very loudly, indirectly insulting the two while brushing it off as his thoughts finding a path to his tongue.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Humble apologizes, sir, but greetings are below those that have yet to prove ourselves to any worth. It is not out of disrespect, but out of a worker's courtesy. We will save more former introductions to when we actually yield some information regarding to your animals.\" *Syele spoke out with a polite and more sweeter tone than she had displayed during the entire trip thus far. It was poison in her mouth, she thought, but she would rather not bother nor be bothered by his 'highness' any further than they had to be. The man gave off a bad vibe to her and she didn't quite wish to indulge it any further.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*After looking at each of the prints, it was obvious that whoever had come here only had the goal of stealing the horses... And possibly the pig. Knowing that the tracks seemed to be travelling off into the forest, Theron decided to try and look into the finer details of the darkened grass. Kneeling down and using his dagger to prod and move it around, he investigated to see if there was any reason other than good nutritional value in that specific area there, for the grass to be so dark.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Mizu would treat the man's barkings as that of a puppy. All bark and no bite. She wondered where that confidence came from considering he didn't seem to have any body guards and even if he did, they likely wouldn't mind seeing him get killed in exchange for whatever coin he had in his pocket. That being said, the young female responded oh so politely, but Mizu could tell it wasn't genuine, but smiled from the good show she displayed nevertheless.*\n *Her attention would then go back to the hunter. Seeing him go silent and digging around the soil with his dagger, Mizu assumed he likely found something. She decided to wait patiently for the hunter to report his findings while she scanned the surroundings for any other possible clues*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As theron poked the dark ground with his knife, prodding it around, you would eventually flip over a small mount of grass and dirt that was a part of the ground, sending it flying towards Mizu by accident. However, an odious, rotten, disgusting smell would soon emanate from where the dirt was excavated. It smelled of meat and maggots, and while you continue to prod the dirt, you would uncover bits and pieces of what looked to be a rotten, indistinguishable figure in the ground. Most likely, it was the pig that had supposedly 'vanished' out of thin air. If any of you had the prowess to do so, you would notice that the corpse would have an ominous, concentrated mass of dark sorcery hovering around it, being oppressive towards the mind and the mood alike. A rib bone stuck out, then a big chunk of rotten flesh in the middle of the shaded area. The smell of rot, the smell of garbage became ever more apparent as the bits and pieces were shown to the surface. It was likely that the reason why the ground and dirt was so much darker than usual was because of the excess amounts of blood that it absorbed from the pig's body. As you finish prodding, most of the pig's corpse had turned up from the ground, however the head was... Missing. Gone. A good amount of the corpse was decomposed already, seemingly accelerated by magical means. There was an abundance of maggots in the rotten flesh as well.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Theory number two is seeming damn well likely right about now!\" *Syele spoke out while gagging slightly, it was lucky that the girl barely had anything on her stomach since she struggled to eat to begin with. She'd peak over since the sight wasn't enough to bother her, just the smell, she'd examine the fact that the pig's head had been removed along with looking to see what had been there to observe. Once she was done she looked toward the ox trail that was a bit more easy to spot.*\n\n\"I'll go see what's down at the field... Maybe at least that damn thing is alive. Secondly, that's already some silver in our pockets... Since he didn't say we had to bring them back alive or even recover them to begin with. So, leave it be a I suppose.\" *She finished speaking and walked toward the field to investigate the ox trail more fully.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"It would be better for us to investigate the horse tracks first... Since the horse could be dead or dying at this moment. Something or someone had stolen it and took it with them into the forest. As of right now I cannot guess why... As well as... Forgive me for carelessly flinging the dirt at you.\"\n\n*Theron would sound muffled, as a sort of muffler that was likely covered by the cowl, was now covered his nose and mouth. He could tell that some sort of magic had been emanating from the body, but assumed it to be necrotic or dark in nature due to how quickly the body had decomposed... If this is what happened to the pig, then the horse could be in some rather large trouble.*\n\n\"Now that this is settled, I'll lead us down the tracks I found.\"\n\n*To which, he began walking down the path of tracks that belonged to the mysterious being and the horse.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The smell would overwhelm Mizu to the point where she had to actually remove her mask and cover her mouth with a piece of cloth, finally revealing her facial features to the group.*\n*The scene itself wasn't the worst that she has seen, but she couldn't stand the smell. She wasn't particularly pleased either to have some of the filthy dirt thrown onto her, and her face would reflect that. Alas, it seemed like a simple mistake, and it would be rather foolish to remain upset at this macen given that in a few decades or so he would be 5ft under without needing any assistance from her. Thus, her face would relax and simply smile at Theron as she followed his lead.*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Lead the way. The success of this mission lies in your hands skilled tracker\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Once they got far enough from the corpse, Mizu would take a few deep breaths to clear her nose and then put the mask back on*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The three of you decide to walk down the hill, following the tracks of the horse along with the strange footsteps of whatever it had accompanied it. At times, the footprints seemed to converge into one, as if they had been coming from a single being. The sense and feeling of necrotic energy would get stronger and stronger as you marched onwards, the smell of the forest filling your nose with serene freshness, dotted with a hint of disparity. Walking into the woods, you would lose sight of the footprints as they disappeared within the brush. However, Theron, with his Hawkeye, managed to spot occasional glimpses of the tracks here and there, leading to the northwest of the woods. Along with this, there seemed to be spots in the fauna where the leaves and branches of the bushes had been ripped off, seemingly by unprecedented force. There seemed to be an incredible concentration of necrotic energy pulsating from the Northwest, and that would never mean anything good. You would begin to hear chants of an unknown language in your mind, spoken not by the tongue, but rather by magic. The shadows of the forest growing ever darker and longer, will you continue on?*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Okay, so, we understand in full heart that we at least got a general enough idea to where the horse is that we may withdraw from any further unneeded investigating of this situation since it's spelling out.\" *She waved her hands out a bit in dramatics.* \"Cult worshiping, and I was told we're only getting paid to gather information to where the horses are not fight some blackwater magic religion, so that's technically out of our paid grade.\"\n\n*She then stopped for a moment considering the fact that the bushes and other branches of the local area had been torn through with a fair portion of force. Meaning whatever they were chasing was likely to be a strong nature, maybe even brutish? But that was also another issue since they clearly knew magic which made they at least intelligent enough to use spells and with combined strength that seemed more like a hellish time to deal with.* \"Secondly, theron, you said horse earlier... Not horses. So does that mean that both horses are this way or that only one was walking this way? If there's only one going this way I say we circle back and investigate the barn a little better then risk our necks with this.\"\n\n*Her ears would flatten, she almost knew the two would want to keep going just to get into a fight. It raked her nerves with just the thought of it, this wasn't in the pay and she was going have to bloody deal with it anyways with the way the two seemed in personality. But as well, she hoped that reasonable minds would still come out on top and they wouldn't have to go chasing after some occult jackasses... Then another thought hit her that they could just lie about the second horse if necessary, it would be their best assumptions up to this point to say whoever the hell took the first horse took the second anyways. She knew theron would be a sour-ass about it and babble off about his righteous need to see it through until the end, at least she could probably get Kayaa to agree with her on the matter hopefully.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Hm... I suppose you are right. I would like to guess that a group of fledgling necromancers, lead by a experienced individual, has targeted the Noble for his greed over the area. As a sort of irony, they could be using his horses to create an abomination... So this quest could be indeed out of hands at this point. We'll turn back and inform him that he should hire more adventurers if he wishes to have a chance at getting them back.\"\n\n*Theron agreed with Syele, after understand what had happened to the horses... They most likely were slowly warped into a single being, which is why the tracks seemingly merged into one large set instead of small individual ones. He had seen an abomination before, so he knew that it would be rather difficult for their small group to deal with it... Especially knowing Syele had no combat experience and would likely run, as she had told him she would, if the situation became dicey.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Mizu would chuckle at Sylene's reasoning but offer to rebuttal. Sure whatever this cult was doing seemed interesting, but if her assumption was right, they were likely creating an abomination with the livestock they've collected, a monster whom she had already fought. It also seemed the tracker decided to withdraw, thus Mizu had no reason to stay and fight either and simply nod. She wished the two could've provided more entertainment instead of reporting in so soon, but alas such is life. At least for this small fraction of time her boredom was staved off. Maybe she can have some fun later and pay the employer a 'visit' in the night.*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Sounds reasonable to me. Shame we couldn't hang around much longer. You two seem like very interesting blo-invidiuals that I would've liked to get familiar with.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As you turn away from the forest, you become enveloped once again by the warm embrace of the sun. You had located one of the horses, but where was the other one? There weren't any tracks leading away from the forest except for the one you followed, and the one near the ranch had only shown the direction a single horse had taken. From appearance alone, there weren't many leads. You would need to investigate further around the town's vicinity, or look around for some more clues at the ranch that might have been left unturned.*" } ]

[ { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"So our leading theory is that both horses were taken to be turned into an abomination? If so, then we should just tell the owner what we know, but then again we better check around the barn area to see if we overlooked anything.\" *Syele spoke rather shorter than before and kept her eyes straight forward as they left the forest with a bit of hidden glee since they didn't have to fight off a cult.* \"We might as well check on that ox trail when we get back anyways too.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Mizu simply shrugs. She was unfortunately starting to get bored. After all what they were doing right now was no different what she did on a daily basis. Looking around the area and make note of any changes to the terrain. She was hoping something more exciting would happen, and her last hope was that the ox trail would lead to something.*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Sounds like a plan\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron nodded, deciding not to say much in the situation... As he was thinking about what where the third horse would be. He supposed that if the ranch contained the same necrotic energy, then the transformation would have started there... But then why would the abomination not kill the ox? No point sitting around and thinking about it, he guessed. Might as well go see for himself what was going on.*\n\n*Theron then begun leading the group back to where the trails collided, where they would could go check up on the ranch or go down the oxen's path.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As you three walk down the path, you would find that the tracks led down the hill into a field of open plains, the grass and fauna being a dry, unkempt yellow. The sense of desolation was abundant everywhere you all looked, the soft yellow of the grass enhanced by the sun's setting orange. There wouldn't be any sort of animal life from where you could see, but the oxen tracks led on towards the horizon. However, the feeling of necrotic energy was much higher here than in the forest, which would send grave chills down all of your spines. The Ox tracks, however, seemed to lead away from the source origin point of the necrotic feeling, which meant that the Ox would still be alive. Theron, with your Hawkeye vision, you notice that the tracks had spread farther and farther apart as it expanded into the horizon, seemingly as if the creature responsible had to break into a run of sorts. There also seemed to be a faint, low bellowing of a strange animal coming from somewhere off in the distance. It was near silent, but if you ignored the wind's howling, it was there.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"So, what's the plan? Are we going after it or are we just going to report that it's alive and well in this direction? Because frankly, this entire area is starting to give me a bit of bad vibes and I fear we're going to be getting into something out of our league at this rate.\" *Syele spoke out feeling the chill travel down her spine and looked back toward the homestead area for a moment.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"The man doesn't seem to care about the other animals, so we could go back to the estate and inform the man on the fate of his horses. This area seems infected by a abundance of necrotic energy, so I'll suggest he seek more aid from the capital's clerics and paladins.\"\n\n*Theron nodded along to Syele, feeling his skin slightly crawl... He supposed it could have been some sort of effect from all the dark magic in the vicinity. It would be bad if this began to effect their health... It would be a shame if the person pulled back their pay once realizing his horses were as good as dead. Quite the shame, really, but Syele did make point that they only had to provide information on where they went... They should still be paid, even if the horses were undead now.*\n\n`didn't you say three tho.`\n\n`after looking stuff over, I assumed three because I found both \"Horse\" Tracks, said they merged into abomination due to necro energy, then today you said I still needed to find the other horse.`" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Mizu was surprised to feel a chill run down her spine as she herself was an undead being. Perhaps it was a chill of excitement? Fear? In either case, it was a sensation she hadn't felt in a long time and she was eager to find the cause of it. Even though the logic behind her two comrades made sense, she had found in her long life that a life bound by logic is a boring one and money wasn't really her motive here. Thus, she would offer her opinion on the matter*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"I agree that we only have to find information on the horses, but I'm sure if we deal with this necrotic energy we could win over some good graces and even some more pay. I say we investigate a bit further. No need to flee from something we haven't confirmed to be a threat, no?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele's expression was rather blank at the time and then finally her voice spoke out.* \"Very well, but if the man will offer no extra money for our services then we will butcher him alive and hang him out on his estate door as an example. No one will miss him, no one will mourn him, and quite frankly we'll take our pay and leave afterwords while linking the blame to the guards if we have to.\" *Her voice kept at an audible level, it wasn't a shout or anything of the form so no one in the area could hear her easily.*\n\n\"Theron, your opinion?\" *She turned to her partner for the time being, she didn't want to get into a fight, but it felt like it was going to be the only way to speed things along sadly.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I would rather not murder a notable noble and have the authorities searching for us across the land for some time... So it would be better to report back to the guild and have the capital force him to hand over the pay he promised.\"\n\n*Theron spoke, sighing as Syele casually talked about how she was going to gut someone... But there would indeed be problems if they did not get their reward.*\n\n\"We'll follow Kayaa's suggestion and scout around further. It would be better for the village if we knew what could be endangering their lives, as it seems that whatever is causing all this black magic is close by.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Mizu really liked the Syele's way of thinking. Brutal and straight to the point. Determined to get what she believes she deserves. Mizu contemplated gifting her with the blessing of vampirism so that she could be like Mizu's daughter, but decided against it realizing Syele would likely be upset at how limited her freedom would be as a newly made vampire. Thereon on the other hand seemed like a goody two shoes. It also didn't help that he was a skilled hunter. She had no doubt if she did come later in the night to feed on the noble, Theron would offer his aid and track her down.*\n* At least for now the group had agreed to gather more information, something Mizu was absolutely delighted to hear.*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Sounds delightful. As before, lead the way oh skilled tracker\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*At the behest of Mizu, Theron listened closely for the sound of the strange animal he heard previously... Then once he knew where it was coming from, he begun travelling towards it. He already had high suspicions of what was waiting for them, so he would have a hand on his short-sword as they approached it's area.*\n\n\"Do be ready for a possibly encounter with undead beings or mages skilled in those arts. We can do our best to avoid the situation, but taking down a few would make things easier and more believable... If the noble requests proof.\"" } ]