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[ { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*While Almann certainly had a strength advantage, given his location in muddy waters he wouldn't be able to move as swiftly as he hoped to the side. Not, only that, despite the worm being massive it was actually surprisingly quick with its lunge. Thus as Almann would pivot he would actually be exposed to being intercepted by the worm. However, Jiang's force blast would once more succeed in pushing it back ever so slightly, delaying it just enough for Almann to fully pivot and valiantly swing Anat, fully decapitate the worm. Momo's arrow would sort of just be icing on the cake as it pierced the body of the worm. The two hunters would stare dumbfounded at the corpse of the worm, seemingly shocked but also relieved at the same time*\n\n\"Is... Is it over?\" *The bearded man would ask* \"Is it finally safe?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_A bead of sweat rolls down the side of Almanns face. He turns towards Jiang a chuckles._\n\n\"Thanks for saving my ass. Ill get you a drink later if youre up for it.\"\n\n_Almann turns towards the hunters._\n\n\"Stay where you are! We dont know if theres more of them or if theres anything else lurking in the shadows. Keep quiet for now.\"\n\n_Almann goes and moves to help Jiang back to dryer land._" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "Momo was dumbfounded as well. \"Huh...\"\n\n*Did that actually work?* Even with seeing the worm's decapitated head, it was actually pretty surreal. *Maybe that was a weaker cousin of a normal death worm.* Momo relaxed for a moment and felt relieved the fight was over. Still, he kept his guard up from Almann's warning. *He'd like to leave the marsh before anything else pops up.* Momo casts `Rat Spirit on himself` to make his way to the cart. \n\n```\nCast Fleet Foot. +5 m/s (Running Speed now 13 m/s). Cost 15 mana\n\nRegen +11 Mana\n231.5/280 Mana\n\nUnseelie toggled OFF\n\nOrb of Light 5/20 turns left\nOrb of Light 14/20 turns left\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "Jiang chuckled in return.\n\"No problem. If anything, sorry for getting caught out like that. Might have accidentally stepped too deep into the mud.\" Groaning a bit though, he had a realisation. \"Well, shit, I think I might have lost a toe or two. Going to really be a drag on the finances, along with the bit of mud gunk that is probably somewhere in my veins right now.\" Letting out a tch, he turned to Momo. \"Thanks as well for fixing me up! If possible I'll like to take both of you up on that offer!\" He stated jovially." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Almann wouldn't have much difficulty in dragging Jiang to drier land and as Jiang jus said Almann would see there were a few missing toes on his feet. Hit boots and pants were also more or less torn to shreds and having laid down in the murky waters his clothes were wet as well. Jiang was honestly covered in filth, but that isn't a huge surprise given the environment. All three of you would likely need a nice bath when you returned to camp.*\n\n*The hunters would heed Almann's advice and wait as Momo made his way to the cart. However as Momo approached he would notice the dead horses had claw and bite marks that were much smaller than that of the worm creature you guys had just killed. The hunter's however didn't seem to be too bothered by that and wound instead start pointing to their cart*\n\n\"So, uh, as you can see we kind of have a lot of cargo, but we don't have horses to pull the cart anymore. Do you have any sort of magic that could maybe help with that or something?\" *The bearded hunter would ask*\n\n\"If not, I guess us men can try to push the cart toward the road and then wait for horses to arrive from the guild or something. But really, thank you for coming to save us. We really thought we were goners\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann thought for a moment. Then he put his left forefinger and middle finger together in his mouth and whistled. He kept the rope which he tied his horse thin, so it may shew through it and come if he needed. His horse, which is a Selnarian Steppe Warhorse is used to pulling very heavy loads. The men would have to walk though..._\n\n_Almann turns towards the hunters._\n\n\"I believe my horse should be able to pull the cart. But you two would have to walk, It cant bear perhaps more than the cart and the cargo. Stay on the right side of the cart, away from the water... Unless you believe you may be of some help if we were to be ambushed on our way back. Say, what game were you two chasing out here? Why the cart? You bringing in today's catch?\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "*First the goblin quest and now this, quests were always so dirty!* After trudging through even more mud, Momo finally reached the cart. He braced himself to see the horses have ragged teeth marks, but the marks were smaller and didn't match up. *At first Momo thought the worm's teeth must be messed up, but then remembered the hunters probably got ambushed by their prey. Hm, hopefully they won't come back for round two...*\n\nAlmann would take the lead answering and asking the men's question and call over his horse. Seeing this, Momo turns to what Jiang has been doing. He seemed to have been down in the dumps a bit and walked funny. *Did the healing not work right?* To cheer up Jiang, Momo raises up his two arms and tries to flex his biceps. *We're strong!* The gestures ends with an optimistic grin and a cloth ofuda poofing into Momo's hand. He lightly bops Jiang on the nose with it, buffing him again with `Rat Spirit`.\n\n```\nCast Fleet Foot. +5 m/s to Jiang. Cost 15 mana\n\nRegen +11 Mana\n227.5/280 Mana\n\nMomo Fleet Foot 5 turns left\nAlmann Herculean Strength 4 turns left\n\nOrb of Light 4/20 turns left\nOrb of Light 13/20 turns left\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "Jiang chuckles at the girl's antics, before shaking his head and pointing at his feet with a rueful smile. He makes sure to express that he is fine though, through giving her a thumbs up.\n\nWhy did he not use words? Well, it's fun." }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The men would be more than grateful for Almann's horse summon and would explain they had been hired to clear out a massive insurgence of turtles in the area, but it seemed like all their hunting spilled too much blood in the water and attracted unwanted attention. So they would appreciative of being able to sell their haul considering they had a pretty nice haul.*\n\n*Thus there would be no further complications for the night and the hunters would be able to drag their cart out of the marsh and return to the city with you three, after which they would be able to rent their own horse and be on their way. You three would be rewarded by you guild and receive an amazing 80 silver for your efforts. You would also be allowed free access to the paths to clean up, but any further healing and treatment for disease would require payment out of your own pocket, but you are free to take a loan from the guild if necessary*\n\n__**Quest Complete**__\n4 UP Rewarded" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann shrugs. He didnt need the silver, but hes sure Jiang and Momo could put it to good use. He had enough to retire on, and gaining more for the sake of getting more wealth seemed uncessary for him at this point. Besides, Jiang still needs to get his legs looked at. Almann splits his 80 in half and puts them in seperate bags. He tosses a bag to both of them and waves as he heads off to look for another job within the guild._\n\n\"Pleasure working with ya.\"" }, { "author": "kuruminoah", "message": "4 UP is a lot i'll be a hippocrip and take it tho" } ]

[ { "author": "duraj", "message": "*Rather tall man in casual clothes can be seen walking around. Blueish shirt with long sleeves covering His body, alongside brownish pants. Leather sword scabbard strapped to left side of his belt, casually worn around his waist. Sword's resting inside of it, while what could be classified as adventurer walked around the wilds. His short, dark hair blown by wind from time to time and his blue eyes looking around, as His muscular, yet slim arms gather berries and shrooms.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*As the tall man walked trough the wood, he would eventually find a brown wooden chair whit a white cushion on it that was, seemingly walking on it's four leg, this chair was of course non other than Chair, the pyromaniac earth macen that prefers being under a transformation that is hunted by bounty hunter for accidentally having set a forest on fire in self-defence because a god damn elf threw a rock at him while he was sleeping!*\n\n*Chair right now hasn't noticed the man's presence, but seem to be listening for every suspicious sounds, in case it would be a bounty hunter trying to kill him just to gain a few gold coins*" }, { "author": "duraj", "message": "*A man sweeped His surroundings with eyes, eventually stopping at moving chair. It was really unusual view, at least for Him, new adventurer that just left farm.\n\nMaybe it is some sort of animal? Who knows. He heard a lot of stories about how it is further from home. Even though He was really surprised, it didn't stop him from harvesting various plants from bushes around. His eyes were still pointing at chair, but arms grabbing and pulling berries, as if He was doing it without even thinking. It eas probably life on farm and many trips to forest that made Him like this.\n\nHe decided to try and give some food to \"Chair\". He had to be ready for all weird stuff he is to yet encounter, so why not start acting normally near uncommom views right now?\n\nHe started aproaching chair carefully, step by step, as His breath was getting quieter and quieter.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*As the man approached the chair, the unfortunate thing happened, as he was in the middle of a forest, away from the path, and that he didn't had anything to make sure he wouldn't make any sound or break anything, he snapped a twig, since there was no other sound, the chair was able to hear that and quickly turned around to see what could have made that sound.*\n\n*Depending of what the man does, the chair would either cast his spell called \"Soundclown attacks\" (which makes a cloud like entity whit a clown's face on it charge at the man, and when it would reach it's target would scream extremely loudly, it can't do any actual damage, it's only a distraction) to then turn back and run away, or, if the chair isn't able to spot the man, he would simply turn around and walk the same direction he was going, being slightly more weary than before*" }, { "author": "duraj", "message": "*He quickly dumps all shrooms and plants from His satchel, then curls in ball and lies unrer thrm them, trying to hide. Maybe chair will think that something fell from a tree? Maybe birb pooped or something? Maybe pinecone?*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Chair would honestly not know how to react when seeing this tall man drop some plants and shrooms and try to hide under them... Even if this dude was a bounty hunter this action was so pathetic that he couldn't be any kind of threat, thinking about it, it was just sad, so chair just left this man to do his... Things*" }, { "author": "duraj", "message": "*Haha. According to the plan. He grabbed his plants quickly and hid them back in satchel, sneaking towards chair again, trying to use his now lowered awarness. He was moving from tree to tree, watching where he steps now, trying to avoid larger piles of leaves and any twigs.*" } ]

[ { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Sadly for the man the chair didn't lowered it's awareness, and he was in the middle of a forest, there is leaves and twigs scattered everywhere here nothing much you can do about making sounds if you don't have any perk to negate the sounds, so of course the chair would be able to hear the man approaching him, trying to be as sneaky as possible,Chair would then say*\n\n``...You just look pathetic moving around like that trying to be all sneaky like,you won't really be able to not make any noise when there is twigs and leaves everywhere here so instead of doing that tell me directly what do you want from me or leave me alone.``" }, { "author": "duraj", "message": "*Suddenly, chicken jumps on chair from behind with silent flutter, as it helped itself with it's small wings.. It is rather small, although it looks really smart for a chicken. A man just looks at Him and says.*\n\n\"Well. Nothing really, never met any walking chair. So You can talk huh?\"\n\n*He looks closer at the chair, with curiosity on face.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Chair would move his backrest, basically slapping the chicken away from him, which he wouldn't do it strong enough to break it's bones, but it would be strong enough to make sure it wouldn't try to go on him again, after that the chair will say, annoyed.*\n\n``control your chicken if you don't want him to become a part of a rotisserie, and yes, got a problem whit that.``\n\n*It was very clear that chair didn't want ANYTHING to go on him*" }, { "author": "duraj", "message": "\"Huh. I see your really impatient.\"\n\n*Chicken would go to it's owner, while He just continued looking at chair, starting to wonder if He even is animal or if it is some sentient race? Well. Does He even eat?*\n\n\"Uhm... Do You even eat? You're... A chair after all.\"\n\n*He sat down. His left leg under other, one vertically and one horixontally, so He can stand up if situation needs it. His chicken walking around Him, eating some little pebbles.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*The chair would sigh, seeing how the man's question weren't gonna end any-time soon, seeing how half-sat, but anyway it would say in a annoyed tone*\n\n``Of course i eat, because if i wouldn't, i would create energy out of nothing, which even whit extremely powerful magic, it is impossible to sustain for a long time energy, because of the MOST KNOWN law of nature that you can't create things out of thin air that can exist for a long time! Any more stupid question you want to ask me or will you leave me do my own god damn Things!?``" }, { "author": "duraj", "message": "\"What are your own damn things?\" *He asks with curiosity*" } ]

[ { "author": "ritavixen", "message": "*The sun is high in the sky with the soft breeze bringing with it the smell of the trees and flowers. There are people moving about as we head down the road moving wherever they need too. Sula is quite happy taking point and skipping along.*" }, { "author": "glockcry", "message": "The grass of the open fields of the forested plains played amongst each other in a ritualistic dance beneath the soft winds. The home of the sunflower was definitely a feat of peace and tranquility throughout Salvania. Much of what was here was very different from the world around it, and it's extraordinary natural standing, made living and being here both tranquil and sublime. A peace and freedom away from the world of violent rooted nationalism and imperialism with an injection of greed and corruption. The coin 'Sunflower Plain' was just that, plain and aloof in most senses. The people here lived peacefully and in a neo isolationist fashion, and because of this, serenity and freedom within oneself was much easier to find. For Hynes it was a place where travellers had come and gone, with no regard to the scenic tranquility which was so overshadowed by the abundance of booze and ale which flooded taverns left and right. It didn't disappoint her in that sense, but merely she wished that it had been more isolated than one might expect, though the extent of her admiration of nature ended there. Otherwise it was the perfect hunting ground for bandits and robbers alike, open fields, sparse woodland and nothing but sparse inns which were scattered around.\n\nHynes herself had planned to organise a hunt here, but because her funds had previously been depleted she couldn't afford to hire her crew. With all of this knowledge Hynes sought it best that she would also inform Sula of the potential danger within these paths, despite what nature would have you believe. Keeping her head up she was constantly scanning her horizons, keeping a separate eye solely directed to any nearby vegetation and shrubbery they passed.\n\n'Do not let your guard down. The notice alone warned that there could be a potential attack on the way to the village, and the fact is that even without the warning itself this is a well known spot for ambushes and muggings. Also try to keep anyone we pass at a distance, preferably to a point in which if they tried to reach you with any weapon then they would need to gather some force to exert themselves.' \n\nGlancing back down Hynes kept her hand pivoted to her knife compartment, as her free hand was ready to unsheath her spear at any moment, constantly glued to her side as the two walked along the rugged dirt path.\n\nHynes herself had heard of the village in question but had never passed along it, for it had been in the opposite direction to the nearest major settlement. An estate such as the one listed would've been expected to carry its own defenses by her standards, and so the reason the empire had not reinforced it with guards was a dilemma in it of itself, but then again if that were the case then what would be the point of the Sunlight Guild.\n\nEven with all of this said and done Hynes pivoted herself and stepped off the dirt path, preferring to have her boots sink in as she nearly floated among the grass while the wind swept calmly beneath her knees. It was nice that for once in a while the weather wasn't deathly hot or raining in monsoons. A perfect balance. Sunflowers had a lot of those attributes of perfect balance. Probably why so many bandits hid here. She thought back to her childhood, bringing back those memories hurt sometimes but in the oddest and loneliness of a moment, it could bring temporary solace and content." }, { "author": "Sula", "message": "*Sula took the time to take in the surroundings. The sunflowers, the open meadows for grazing and further off crops and fields. It wasn't too much different from where she came from, or from her true home. Still it was nice to explore and take it in, new places, new cultures, new food. By the queen the food. Bread a staple of most civilisations and there was so much variety of it. First thing she would do when arriving at a new culture is buy a loaf of bread and find someone quiet to sit and take in the surroundings. A soft happy sigh from the tiefling as she started to fall into her traveling pace. A soft song begin to escape her lips happy and content with the world around her. She knew the danger though, opportunistic individuals that preyed on those that couldn't defend themselves. The fact these bandits were killing outright, well she took offense to that. Hynes lecturing her on being aware of her surroundings. Something she knew but good to remember and take in again.* \n\"In some lands it is polite to hail the passing individual with your sword hand. It's a pity that some people decide to take from others instead of doing the hard work for themselves. Then you have raiders.\" *Giggling at the slight joke* \"Yeah eyes and ears up, weapon is ready.\" *Sula wondered if she had passed this town on the way in. Did she get lucky and avoid it or was this before they moved in and started attacking people. A sigh escaping her lips before going back to her singing. Stepping of the path idly. Almost moving silently through the grass and shrubs.*\n\n\"There will come a poet. Whose weapon is his word. He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord. O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord. He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord\"\n\n*Matching her step with Hynes, a marching pace to listen out for any other steps that broke the sound. Whilst the forest was peaceful and calm now but that could change in a moment. Thud the arrow hit the ground in front of them. A voice calling. South west?*\n\"Do you want this back? I am no mercenary just a humble herbalist looking for supplies. The hired hand is simply to protect me from you who have been plaguing this road.\" *Slowly and carefully as she talked she began stepping towards the edge of the hill. A shear drop taller than her and cover from the individual to the southwest* \"Please if you just let me and my companion here pass through unharmed I will be more than willing to pay a fee.\" \n*A distraction, and also a way of trying to get them to talk more and see if I could pin the voice down whilst also acting casual moving to cover from the archer with there shear walls giving a perfect hiding spot. Failing that there was a tree only a short sprint away. *" }, { "author": "glockcry", "message": "Slightly annoyed with Sula's continued gibberish Hynes diverted her focus away and tried to instead pay attention to the rythmic humming of a nearby bird that was chirping at a tree. With its wings extending and pushing off this however was short lived and Hynes continued marching along with her. In front through a plateau of tees however Hynes had heard footsteps that numbered more than theirs, however considering their weight it was either a large creature or something else. With the arrow fired directly to Sula's feet Hynes flinched for a brief moment before summoning her tower breaker shield immediately after. Extending her left arm out it would materialize in her hand as she clenched the grip. Twisting her body she positioned it forwards in front of her as she was turned to a side stance, retracting her enormous spear with her right hand as she held it atop the side of her own shield, holding it in an underhand grip.\n\n'Fuckin' mercs, eh? Since we're feeling nice today, we'll give ya one chance to piss off!'\n\nGlancing to inspect Sulas Hynes noted how she was undamaged, very possibly having missed the arrow intentionally as warning short, otherwise it would've been very embarrassing had they not tried to cover up their error. Hynes had herself calmed and composed, but seemed completely locked onto where the arrow had been fired from, judging from the direction by it's position upon landing. She would give Sula one brief word before letting her take her own actions.\n\n'.North. Possibly Three or more. Flank'\n\nIn a swift motion she then began to march forward with great acceleration before she found herself abridged at the bottom of the plateau. Pushing up against it she retracted down to a crouch as she gathered her energy and prepared herself for a huge surge. She continued to pace her heart as she remained readily composed, her professionalism seemingly taking full action as she acted more like a conjured summon than anything else, no hesitation, no emotion.\n\n```Hynes Bishop\nInjuries Sustained: None\nActive Effects: Min/Med Regeneration, 1 Turn/s left, Adv Regeneration, 9 Turns\nActive Spells: Towerbreaker Summon , 10 Turns\nTotal Mana: 100/120 Mana```" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The wolf would have no goal beyond killing Hynes and Sula, but this doesn't mean that it lacks any sense of self preservation whatsoever. After all, if it does die then Hynes is more likely to survive, and whoever its owner is... They don't want these interlopers alive. However, you would be correct in the sense that indeed, they do have less self preservation than say, a living human being. Hynes would lunge at the wolf, who would attempt to jump out of the way. Indeed, the wolf is still a fairly large target, so Hynes would thrust her weapon straight into his hip, practically disabling it, although with her paying so much attention to the right wolf, the left wolf has the golden opportunity to really mess with the vampire criminal for hire, running straight at the back of her left leg and ramming into it. Considering its hefty weight and its speed, Hynes would be knocked down to her knees, as the wolf attempts to bite down on her leg and keep her pinned. This won't last long, of course, owing to the wolf's low strength.*\n\n*The Crossbow Bandit fires at Sula's forearm before she's able to fully cast the spell. The bolt would dig its way through her arm, and embed itself deeply. He would smirk sadistically, perhaps being a little arrogant, as he steps back to reload his crossbow.*\n\n\"Oi, mate, tie the demon up for a bit will ya!?\"\n\n*The Falchion Bandit backs up his ally, raising his shield and yelling at the top of his lungs, bashing his falchion against his shield loudly. As of yet the summoner of the wolves is yet to be known, although it's certainly none of these fools.*" }, { "author": "glockcry", "message": "With Hynes thrusting her spear directly into the wolf she would manage to make a connection, severely impairing it as it is effectively immobilized, had it been a live creature it would've died of shock or pain there and then. Suddenly being rammed from the rear Hynes would be knocked over, but this meant that she only added more weight onto the spear which was still embedded into the wolf, further damaging it by rupturing any nearby bone structures or dislocating them. Having fallen down she then instinctively rolled back over in order to present her armored plates towards the charged wolf, well before it could strike her in any major weak points behind her leg armor. Glancing back over she was quick to push against herself and turn back, imminently turning over and raising her shield above as she loosened it from her center grip. Grabbing onto both ends of the shield with her left and right hand she then slammed it directly into the second wolf's neck, on the basis that it had tried to exploit her as she had collapsed. The whines of the second wolf could be heard as Hynes re paced herself and pulled herself up once more, grabbing the spear from behind her back from the presumably now deceased or debilitated wolf.\n\n\"Oi, mate, tie the demon up for a bit will ya!?\"\n\nGlancing over to Sula Hynes could observe that she had been shot in the fore arm, paying close attention to the sharp shooters abridged on the cliff above her. Neither of them was placed in a favorable position, however the fact that Sula had already been injured would probably be to her benefit after the outcome of this initial skirmish. Never the less for now they had the same target, but she was re considering whether or not it would be more profitable for her to make a deal with the bandit leader instead. Either way now was no the time for diplomacy, and these particular bandits were the type that pissed her off the most. No mercy would be spared today, thus clear that blood was going to spill.\n\n```Hynes Bishop\nInjuries Sustained: None\nActive Effects: Min Regeneration, [READY], \n Med Regeneration, 3 Turns \n Adv Regeneration, 7 Turns\nActive Spells: Towerbreaker Summon , 8 Turns\nTotal Mana: 105/120 Mana```\n\n`Both wolves are incapacitated, Hynes gathers herself to face the bandits but has yet to make any maneuvers.`" }, { "author": "Sula", "message": "*As she was summoning the blades into her hand she felt the bolt slam into her elbow. A scream of pain as she felt the iron tip hit through her arm. Apparently he wasn't as unprepared as she thought. The spell fading as she was unable to keep focusing through the pain. She cursed herself, thinking she was fast enough to flick the knifes into him. Well she wasn't going to just stand here and get shot at. Sprinting forth, back against the edge of the hill, out of angle of the crossbow.*\n\"Fucker... Okay not bleeding I'll deal with that later ahhh.\" *Pulling her sword from it's sheath, the blade looking like it was made from obsidian but that was just for looks. She definitely was in any state to throw her spikes with her wound but she was able to wield her shield. Taking a moment to steady her breathing focusing past the pain and bringing forth her magic. Summoning a shield onto her arm and prepared for the Falchionn to come around the corner.*\n\n```\nSula\nInjuries Sustained: Bolt, left arm\n\n\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "glockcry", "message": "The wolf retreated from Hynes and let out a yelp as it barley managed to evade her downward thrust of her shield. Having collected herself at this point she had placed a good stand off range between the second wolf and herself, but to her right out of her peripheral vision she could hear the panting and howling of what were apparent as several more wolves approaching. However before she could gather her thoughts she saw a cylindrical object roll down onto her foot as a sharp metallic projectile imminently followed it, threatening to pierce her but glancing clean off her plated armor and reinforced skin. Peering up she saw the image of the armored man in armor drop down before her, and as well as another image of a man holding a bow to her direction. In a mere instant she lowered her shield to the side of her as she suddenly raised her spear in a javelin throw position. From their perspective a large quantity of smoke was seen being trapped inwards then suddenly jutted outwards as Hynes bursted out of the condensed smoke, with her spear as it was arched upwards. Glancing up as she escaped from the fog she retained the image of the archer, having not have had the time to react as Hynes was obscured by smoke mere moments before. Certainly it was plausible for him to have let his guard down, as he had shot the juggernaut with a clean hit just before she was disguised. Retracting herself backwards she swung the spear over her head and directly towards the archer, aiming for the center of mass as she had a clear and luminous view of her target. Planting her foot down she then switched her grip on her shield, holding it over to her dominant hand as she conjured an inflation spell. Piercing up directly in front of her would be the bandit in plate who had jumped down to confront Sula. Taking full advantage of his attention being diverted she then released a spew of gasoline as a hell blaze of fire suddenly sprouted from her head, flowing upwards towards his side in a pincer.\n\n```Hynes Bishop\nInjuries Sustained: None\nActive Effects: Min Regeneration, [READY]\n Med Regeneration, 2 Turns \n Adv Regeneration, 6 Turns\n\nActive Spells: Towerbreaker Summon , 7 Turns\n Purgatory Hell Purge, 2 Turns\n\nTotal Mana: 77.5/120 Mana```\n\n`Hynes broke out of the smoke and threw her spear directly into the archer with considerable effort. She changed her shield grip and placed it on her dominant hand (right side). After doing so has begun an iflmation spell directly toward the bandit in Almain Rivet who has dropped down from the plateau just now.`" }, { "author": "ritavixen", "message": "*For a moment Sula thought she was in a dream as she imagined being back where she started. Placing her hand on the wall she firmly assured she was indeed up against the wall. Problem one, the crossbow couldn't get an angle on her. Problem two 'ah shit there's two of them' She maneuverer around making sure she was facing the armoured bandit. Shield and sword in guard to block anything coming in as she stepped around him forcing his back to Hynes. This in turn would ensure that the other bandit wouldn't be able to flank her. With her back to the wall, at a 45 angle she settled into pose readying to fight the two of them or block until they got next to each other. She took a couple of swings towards the armoured bandit tying to get a few strikes on them before their friend arrived and she would be on full defensive. She was still pissed that the crossbow had managed to snap shot her and disable her arm from a man that wasn't ready. She hissed flicking her tail letting out her anger*\n\n```\nSula\nInjuries Sustained: Bolt, left arm\n\nMana: 75/100 \n```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hynes's ambush would've worked... Had the archer not been someone very, very supernatural in their abilities. Somehow, they just stared directly through the fog, knowing exactly what Hynes was doing through it... Watching. The moment they realised she was about to throw an arrow, they ducked behind a tree, and it missed entirely. A good try, nonetheless.*\n\n*Hynes's burning gasoline would drench the armoured bandit in fiery death, cooking him slowly. His face of previous, glorious smugness immediately changes to that of agonising pain as he yells in complete and utter anguish, the fire melting his skin.*\n\n*The Falchion wielder would also notice the horrific damage dealt to his compatriot, and his eyes change from arrogance to fear. This didn't look good. The Crossbowman would also look unnerved. So used to being at the top, they were now being utterly destroyed by a herbalist and a strange, armour clad woman, who had only now revealed her superior magic prowess and unnatural toughness.*\n\n*The Archer would finally decide to end the fight, watching his compatriots die out, or be very close to such a fate. His remaining wolves begin to approach, slowly surrounding Hynes and Sula, and he finally reveals himself, a deep voice booming towards the bandits.*\n\n**\"Stop.\"**\n\n*The man is a thin, frail looking Felinid, with black fur and a tail cut into a stump. He wears a simple gambeson for armour, with boiled leather arm guards and leggings, with a basic sallet helm for armour, the visor now raised over his head.Very basic, light armour, all dyed or painted a deep green, brown, or grey. His left arm is raised high, signalling his posse to stop the attack. They look... Absolutely befuddled at this. The wolves previously surrounding Hynes and Sula begin to back off slowly.*\n\n\"You've proven yourselves as skilled fighters. I assume you're here to collect our bounty... Although I can assure you, if you're looking for gold, I have a far better offer... If you're willing to listen.\"" }, { "author": "glockcry", "message": "Placing forwards an imposing stance Hynes would unleash a holocaust of fury and dismay upon the bandit whom was suddenly bewildered infront of her. Showing no signs of hesitation or repentance she briefly shun her eyes down as to not blind her own self from the flames. She could feel the soaring heat press upon her skin as she heard the agonizing screams and shrieks of the man before her. Having thrown her spear with a technique which had taken years to perfect, and with the maximization of all of her body strength it was certain to her that the archer had surely been equally mutilated, judging from the lack of added satisfying sounds effects she traced it to him having his head decapitated. Nevertheless she paced herself down as she could feel her bloodrush raging furiously inside of her as her heart pounced up and down. As she ceased her flammation she could hear the ringing of the fizzled screams die down as she heard the warm tone of a dancing fire cacking infront of her. It was apparent that he died brutally, however in contrast to simply being burnt to death it was rather quick judging from the amount of time it took for his skin to rot in on itself, leaving nothing but the husk. The former banded thug had been liquidated into nothing more than charred bone flesh and seared metallic scraps of his former equipment. Had they not seen a dragon in person before then the likes of her was something to compare it to. Hynes felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere as it was clear that an aura of trepidation was suddenly burdened upon the bandits, one which she saw through right in their eyes as she noticed every detail in their movement.\n\nRecollecting her balisong knife she threw it towards the air from her belt and caught it immediately after, drawing her foot back as she adopted a rather menacing stance, as if she was even more so proficient with a knife and a shield rather than a spear with a shield. It would normally be a quite juxtaposing image at first thought, but the posture and the technique that she took was ever so more intimidating as she briefly turned her head to gaze upon the situation around her. It was clear exactly what they felt, and she knew it. Not only had the odds been evened out, but she had struck the iron hot and furthermore demonstrated her arcanic abilities, add to the fact she was seemingly an impenetrable stronghold. It seemed that the fully plated raven warrior was more than a mere impressive toy, and this was rather terrifying.\n\n**'Stop.'**\n\nWith a metallic murmuring Hynes' helmet pivoted to the side and then arched itself upwards, glancing over to where she had heard the masculine voice call out. In her surprise it would come from the direction of the archer, seemingly because it had in fact been the archer himself who had suddenly called out.\n\nGlancing over to his right it had been made apparent why, as her spear had just barely grazed his head when he ducked, evident from the fact that it had embedded itself deep into the logs as if it had been severed by a lumberjack. Biting on her tongue Hynes was slightly disappointed in him, for not dying and giving her the pleasure of thinking higher of herself for him to have gone out in such a fashion. Nevertheless she was intrinsically curious about the man as his voice seemed to have paused the surviving bandits, and forced the wolves behind her to continue to prowl at a distance. Hynes then took a step toward Sula, gesturing for her to get behind her as she continued to eye between the bandits and the prowling wolves, the later being scaled higher on the order of annoyance in her mind.\n\n'You've proven yourselves as skilled fighters. I assume you're here to collect our bounty... Although I can assure you, if you're looking for gold, I have a far better offer... If you're willing to listen.'\n\nHynes' eyes glimmered in satisfaction as it was clear these bandits were indeed not as brain dead as she had originally credited them out to be, albeit minus one who was in a less than comfortable position. Still, it was a prime time for Hynes to take full advantage of the situation and seek out for the most opportunistic outcome.\n\nHad she killed them all here then the only reward she would've gotten would be the quest bounty, but had she aligned with them in some regard then she could also inherently profit from them herself, being a much more long term source of income. Furthermore there was still the issue of Sula at hand, she had originally intended on either using her as a host for her blood lust, but now she was seriously considering handing her off to these lowlifes, as a way to reprehend for their transgressions. Though considering she intended to rob them of everything they had of value it would be difficult for them to gather the appropriate funds, even had she bidded them a favorable price in fairness to the stock of the potential Oni *'worker'*. However through her wild imagination she gathered herself and controlled them, bringing herself back down to the surface as she early glared upon the man perched up above her. Coughing up from her throat she prepared to speak in her mind as she swallowed the thought of using her normal tone. Instead adopting a deeper tone her voice would be perceived as a rather awkward deep one, but still reflected as metallic in nature, obscuring her true identity.\n\n'It seems you are no better than a cut above the average. Had I been anyone else then your little raid might've worked, however it seems that we may be more alike than at a glance. You value your life more than gold, but instead offer me something which you deem even more valuable. You've indicted me, bandit. Now do go on and continue your trivial speech as lest we speak with our tongue and not with our blade. In return, I will offer you the chance to draw breath for another day more.'" }, { "author": "ritavixen", "message": "*Standing her ground. As the parlay is called she dismisses her shield and sheathing her sword. Taking a moment to tend and bind the wound on her arm* \n\"Well then what are you offering?\" *A belt above the wound, pulling tight before removing the bolt with a hiss of pain. The blood a lot less than without the strap, she applied the bandages and herbs slowly removing pressure on the belt* \"You've been harassing carriages and you give up on a herbalist and a knight. \"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Finally... A mercenary with reason.\"\n\n*The cat would twang his composite bow. A strangely quiet noise. Not inaudible, but far quieter than is expected of such a weapon.*\n\n*You are able to see his eyes more clearly now. They're both a glowing grey, gazing right through you. His eyes were... Unnatural, probably in some way connected to his ability to see straight through the fog cloud.*\n\n\"To answer that... Most knights don't spit streams of fire out of their mouth, and they don't shrug off clean shots to the back of their knee. A normal herbalist can't cast attack spells, or generate arcane defences out of thin air.\"\n\n\"No. I think, if you're willing, I have something both of you might like. The people you killed? My boss never needed them. Useless. You, on the other hand? He might like. I can give him a good word, let you have the money those poor sods robbed, and you can make lots of money... Maybe even earn yourself a little more power in this small world. Or you can take me down, earn 20 gold, and continue your lives as *Just another knight.* *Just another herbalist.*\n\nWhat say you? Are you long term planners, or are you just chasing your next bounty mindlessly?\"" }, { "author": "ritavixen", "message": "*Tilting her head and slowly standing moving closer towards the feline, her arms open in a sign of peace*\n\"Okay you got me. A girl needs hobbies though and working with plants is a good way to keep healthy. I am Sula daughter of Lilith, my magic is mostly to defend myself from... Well people like you. I have been traveling from western lands in search of new cultures and adventure.\" *Turning to Hynes with a smile* \"Oh and darling if you dare try and use those chains on me *You will suffer a pain and suffering like no other* \" *Her voice distorted, body seeming to grow slightly as her eyes turn pure black and you swear you can smell brimstone. Before it was as if nothing ever happened*\n\"Look I don't see the point in robbing innocent people. Those that are just trying to get by. Especially at the cost of a life.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "glockcry", "message": "\"Oh and darling if you dare try and use those chains on me you will suffer pain and suffering like no other. \"\n\nWith such an obscure confrontation Hynes was pleasantly surprised. It seems that the one being made a fool of this entire time was her all along. However, she had never expected for Sula to openly confront her, especially in such a disadvantageous situation. Furthermore she had spoken as if she had been hiding an advantageous ace up her sleeve this entire time. However the most presumemble assumption that she could make was that she was speaking on the behalf of her boldness, and nothing more. Still however it did change her perception of Sula from more than just a naive oni herbalist.\n\nNevertheless none of that was relevant to Hynes, for because of now her dilemma of how to approach Sula had answered itself. However confrontational she was, Hynes concluded that Sula was in no position of power, and was at the mercy of her and the bandit groups action.\nLuckily for Sula, Hynes had been acting fairly uncharacteristically for herself today. Whether or not this showed immediately by the fact that she had already been caught by her was in it of itself another matter entirely, but suffice to say she had a sudden change of heart. \n\n'Look I don't see the point in robbing innocent people. Those that are just trying to get by. Especially at the cost of a life.'\n\nHynes periodically glanced over onto Sula, the other bandits probably confused by the choice of wording that came from the red demon as the witnessed Hynes drag her hand down to wrap itself around her metallic chain. Trying to get by, but that's exactly what disappointed Hynes.\n\nMost people had simple lives, and little ambition outside the wishes that their parents had placed upon them because they themselves couldn't fulfill it alone. For Hynes she saw no purpose in it for most people, and she drew on the notion that people are not innocent, they simply haven't the courage to act out. If they had briefly recollected on her previous comment Hynes had said that it seems we may be more alike than you think. Was she herself indicating that she was a bandit, or in their personification, he? Breaking the sudden tension Hynes began giggling senselessly to herself, to the surprise of everyone as they heard the pitched voice of femininity.\n\nRaising her hand off from her chain she clenched her helmet and held her face as she let out a deepened sigh. Reclining back as hips adopted a more bewitching pose she spoke out with no longer a disguise in her voice, though still filtered through her raven piercing helmet.\n\n'In regards to that, I'm pretty sure the only innocent person here is you Sula. Here I was thinking I would make more money at an acting career, but then suddenly out of the blue you confront me for the presumption that I intended on bounding you. Yes Indeed I had that very motivation, but now considering it was your pick to go on this quest in the first place then I have you to thank for helping me get arranged with these gentlemen. You may drop your guard now, however I presume my voice isn't the most comforting for you. I won't try anything as long as blood and silver flows. Currently the former has already been established, but in regards to payment I didn't come here just for nothing. Remember, had these bandits not offered themselves then you would've ended up as a thrall.'\n\nPivoting her head once more she removed her hand from her helmet as she faced the direction of the archer once more.\n\nGrey eyes, nearly to the extent as hers. However perhaps it was considered normal for someone of their race to encapsulate that color. She thought of much promise from their offer, especially after her former crew had been split off. The malevolent rose had been rumored to go into hiding, but in truth it had collapsed in on itself, gone without ever leaving a trace, somewhat poetically fitting for how it operated. Naturally she had a gap to fill, and after establishing a dominant position this was a ripe opportunity to make use and potentially join in on their ranks. \n\n'By the way I'm no knight, so you can stop holding me such an honorable title. I merley posed as one in order to seem more trustworthy to this red demon, but apparently my aptitude for fooling taters when it is with a woman. Nevertheless you offer seems very intriguing to me, and I'm in need of another set up to run with." }, { "author": "ritavixen", "message": "*She stood there watching and waiting raising an eyebrow as Hynes began laughing before removing their hand from in frony of their helm*\n\"That's not what I meant but do carry on. My oposition is because I will not let anyone violate me. It is my job to hunt and destroy those monsters. I suppose yes perhaps. I didn't take you as a knight. I mean come on... Chain spears? Really?\"\n*Moving slowly so she has space to move should the need arise.*\n\"In anycase I believe we are done and you get a new crew\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Your fake voice needs work...\"\n\n*The Gloom Stalker would look unamused. As a Felinid, he has powerful hearing, outright supernatural, so he was more than able to hear her as she spoke to Sula with her normal voice.*\n\n\"I suggest you leave, demon. I wouldn't want you to join the ranks of the poor guards that first tried to stop us.\"\n\n*Sula is motioned towards, as if told to leave. Assuming she does leave, the Felinid continues.*\n\n\"As for that... Well, if you're up for it, we'll find you when you're looking for a job. Our little bandit posse is only a small part of something much, much better...\n\nWe'll see you soon..\"\n\n*With that, the Stalker leaves. The remaining bandits anxiously follow the stalker, contrasting his quiet, arrogant demeanour.*\n\n**3 UP and 10 gold earned each.**" } ]

[ { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*It was a rather gloomy night, and the two hunters boldly told eachother of their finest kills, as the cart moved along the road. It was filled, almost to the brim with their kills. Though there was a rather clean-ish section hastily set-up for the accompanying adventurers to sit, assuming they lacked horses of their own. The road ahead is a little foggy, from the weather, and a figure runs out of the night, causing the cart to stop.*\n\n\"Turn back now! There's bandits on the road! There's atleast three, I think!\"\n\n*The person, a roughly 50 year old Macen with pure white hair, cried out to the group. The man was clad in simple village gear, no doubt he was out on a job of some sort when he had encountered the bandits he spoke of. However, the old man looks back into the foggy night, and runs down the road, instead of risking his life further.*\n\n\"Well, I guess its a good thing we hired on some escorts. Go on then, might as well make sure there's no trouble. We'll stay here and guard the cart.\"\n\n*One of the hunters said, glancing at the two adventurers. The fog is thicken enough it limits visibility to only a handful of meters, hopefully the bandits would have the same disadvantage too!*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Yeah, well, let's skip the talking for when we this cart back, aye?\" Sirdan would've arrived on his summoned steed - possibly summoning his spare one - the unarmoured one, for Neia - assuming she knew how to ride. If not, he'd add a side saddle and let her ride with him, desummoning and resummoning the horses on the way to ensure they are not overburdened. \n\n\"Three? At least three? Well then.\" He shook his head, this was proving to be a more difficult quest than needed.\n\nSirdan was in his usual armour - open faced steel sallet, cuirass, and carrying his special pollaxe on his back, his kite shield also on back, plus his bow and a quiver. On the other side, haphazardly tied together - were the sheath of his arming sword and his armour - not a very ergonomic arrangement, one that'll cost him a few seconds to draw the sword, but better than carrying neither weapon - he thought. \n\nOn his horse were spare arrows, his second bow, a pair of 2 meter long lance bundled together, and the heater shield. He dumped the side saddle onto the cart earlier to save some space. \n\n\n\"So, what say you, lady, think you could save yourself from every projectile, or shall I summon a servant or three to cover you, M'lady?\" \n\n```\nSirdan enter combat (Preparation?) \n120 / 120 Mana\nActive: Loyal Steed\n```" }, { "author": "Neia Aeneiros", "message": "*Having little to no experience in riding on her own, she arrived riding on Sirdan's side-saddle. She was only dressed in her normal outfit — a set of expensive-looking silk robes.*\n\n\"It seems we're outnumbered then... But assuming they're just common looters, it should be no issue.\" \n\n*She squinted through the fog, trying to make out the locations of her adversaries. Hopping down from the steed, she took a few steps to the side, moving 2.5 meters away from the horse. She moves her right arm in front of her, palm facing towards the ground, concentrating. A large sigil forms on the ground beneath her, moving forward. The center of the sigil is positioned about 1 meter in front of her, as a large, translucent barrier appears in the center of the sigil.*\n\n\"My barrier should be able to stop any projectiles before they reach me.\" *She then quickly adds,* \"And save the pleasantries for later, we've more pressing concerns.\"\n\n```\nNeia enters combat and summons Immobile Barrier.\n16 mana spent, 4 mana regenerated, -12 Net mana\n188 / 200 Mana\n\n```" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*There'd be a faint hiss audible, and the grumbling of bandits, within the foggy forested path ahead. There's a soft patter of something being thrown, and landing on the ground, a summoned footman rising from the talisman that isn't visible.*\n\n*There'd be the audible sound of an arrow being knocked, however, and the hiss returns.*\n\n\"Go back now, or elsssse. Thisss isss our road now.\"\n\n\"Hey, you dumb snake, I want to kill something, don't warn them!\"\n\n*A deep, voice growled. Likely an Orc, along with the Naga, or 'snake' as he insultingly called it. Who knows what else is in the fog though.*\n\n*A few faint voices can be heard within, but its hard to make out what's being said over Mr. Orc and Ssssssnake there.*\n\n```Bandit Chief casts Summon Footman somewhere in the fog.\n60 Mana spent, 30 Mana capped.\n40/70 Mana\nActive: Summon Footman```" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan's ears flicked, as he tried to hear what was going on in the fog. No clue what is going on.\n\n\"Can't see em - I can fix it for myself, but you, Neia?\" \n\nHe closed his eyes briefly, activating his own thermal vision, allowing him to see sixty meters ahead in thermal - possibly through the fog.\n\n\"Get behind cover, hunters.\" He commanded\n\nHe scanned the area ahead of him, and took cover behind the cart, peeking his head out of it, with one arm he summoned a servant right next to him behind the cart. The servant would take cover - not having the capability to do much else this turn. \n\nHe called the horse to move behind the cart and kneel down.\n\n**\"OI! YOU THERE! GET OUTTA THE WAY, DON'T WANT NO KILLING TODAY!\"** The elf warned.\n\n```\n80 / 100 Mana\nActive: Loyal Steed\n+ Summon Servant\n```" }, { "author": "Neia Aeneiros", "message": "*The unfamiliar voices would lend Neia no information — she had no way of knowing what an Orc or Naga sounded like from voice alone.* \n\n*Trying to squint through the fog barely helped.* \"I'm not going to let this damnable fog be the end of me...\" *She said, but she had nothing that could help her deal with the fog, and firing blindly into the fog would accomplish nothing.*\n\n\"What's going on? I think I heard a spell being cast, but I'm not familiar.\"\n\n*She has no choice but to stand there idly, remaining vigilant.* \n\n```\nNeia cannot see through the fog.\n4 mana regenerated\n192 / 200 Mana\n\n```" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*The two hunters would take cover at Sirdan's order, deciding it would be wise to listen to him. Sirdan's thermal sight would allow him to see the warm bodies shrouded in the fog.*\n\n*There's two bodies ahead, one holding a bow, and one gripping a long-axe. Both are about 12 meters away, and one is large and coiled around. Further down the path is two extra bodies, almost twenty meters away. There's also a summon, but I am unsure if it is possible for Thermal to spot a body made from magic, if so near the furthest body, a meter away is a Summoned Footman.*\n\n*The Orc grinned, and roared at Sirdan's shout. He charged out of the fog, becoming quite visible. The Naga's arrow is fired, but lands near the cart, as a horrible miss.*\n\n\"Your aim sucks you stupid snake!\"\n\n*The Orc growled, and the Naga Archer hissed, moving closer from the fog, which is starting to fade, quickly.*\n\n```The Fog passes, revealing the field. ~~Because as cool as the fog was, I've had a few mistakes, and I can keep writing the quest easier w/o it!~~```" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Five of them. He was gonna stand back and let Neia do her works - but that's the initial plan. With Neia's very limited toolset, he got a feeling it'll end up with much more bloodshed than he wanted. \n\nHe didn't care if any of them hanged, but he don't want any more blood on his hand after that incident.*\n\n\"Five of them! Neia! Three behind the fog!\" \n\nSirdan conjured a war dart with his right hand, hiding the spellcast behind the cart. Once he was ready, he popped out, pushing the conjured war dart toward the Orc Zerker's legs - hoping to hit him in his thighs or joint to stop him from moving. Right afterward he'd duck below for cover - especially if the Naga is aiming at him.\n\nThe servant simply grabbed Sirdan's dagger from his sheath, drawing it out - while still hiding behind the cart. His horse ran behind the rock to south for cover from arrows.\n\n```\n80 / 100 Mana \n\nActive: Loyal Steed + Summon Servant\n```" }, { "author": "Neia Aeneiros", "message": "*As the fog cleared, she exclaimed,* \"Damn! We're more outnumbered than I thought!\" *She turns to face the Naga.* \"I had planned to end this peacefully...\" *She says, but then begins to prepare a spell.*\n\n*She raises her right hand, forming a purple sigil beside her hand. Soon after it is formed, a translucent purple spear forms in the center, similar in appearance to the barrier. After a short moment, she motions her arm forward, and the spear flies towards the Naga, aiming for the upper area of the tail.*\n\n*Moments after firing the spear, the magical power in her barrier runs dry, forcing her to exert more magical power to sustain the barrier.*\n```\nNeia fired a Force Lance at the Naga Archer, and barrier enters sustain mode.\n15 Mana spent on Force Lance, 2.5 Mana spent sustaining the barrier, 4 Mana regenerated. -13.5 Net mana change.\n\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*The Orc 'Zerker would grunt, as he got a war-dart in his knee. He was going to trip, but used his axe to stop the fall. He growled, and roared at the two adventurers.*\n\n\"Gotta use cheap tricks to win, huh?!\"\n\n*The Naga saw the spear approach, and fired the arrow towards Neia in response to being fired at. The spear flew true, and would hit the Naga, making them wince, and hiss, as they got distracted from the strike, missing out on planning their next shot.*\n\n*Fortunately for Neia, she would be protecc'ed by the Immobile Barrier from Angy Snek arrow.*\n\n*Its about this time the Okamimi Warrior charged in. They are clad in Sleeved Gambeson, wielding a short war-axe, with a kite shield, and has a kettle helmet on. The Summoned Footman follows after the Okamimi. The Bandit Chief would move about three meters closer, as the Oka & Footman moved quickly to the front.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "**Servant**\nThe servant ran quickly from the cart to the horse. If he still had time, he would take Sirdan's spare 50lb composite bow, and stick three arrows in the ground, with one held in hand. They remained behind the rock for cover.\n\n**Sirdan**\n\n*Being a pacifist is tough, he needed to teach Neia, but her spell only make her capable of killing. He could stay focused on protecting her and make this live practice, but a person or three is bound to get impaled...*\n\nHe vaulted over the cart with help of a temporarily freed hand, casting fleet foot at the same time. He charged at the Naga, and swung the pollaxe at her right upper arm from left to right - blunt end first. \n\nHopefully that will shatter their bones without instantly killing them.\n\nHe aimed to stop right behind the Naga to the left so he can turn toward the Okamimi and deal with him.\n\n```\n67.5 / 100 Mana\nF Foot: 6/6\n```" }, { "author": "Neia Aeneiros", "message": "*To the Orc's taunts, she responds,* \"And what's a cheaper trick than outnumbering your opponents five to two?\"\n\n*The barrier easily absorbs the force of the arrow, though it loses some of its power doing so. The arrow seems to cause small ripples in the surface of the barrier.*\n\n*Next, she put both hands together, creating and then separating two steel grey sigils. From the middles of the sigils forms a bola. She fires it, aiming at the naga's torso-area, hoping it would wrap around their arms, as to disable their ability to attack.*\n\n*Also, the Force Lance fired before would disappear shortly after impacting, likely leaving a bleeding wound unless the naga has some method of counteracting the bleeding.*\n\n```\nNeia fired Entwining Coil at Naga Archer.\n15 mana spent on Entwining Coil, 2.5 mana spent sustaining the barrier, 4 mana regenerated. -13.5 Net mana change.\n165/200 Mana\n\n```" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*The Naga hissed in pain, struggling against the combined attack, before she got all coiled up. Its safe to assume the Naga is out of the fight. The Orc roared, in response.*\n\n\"Combat is about getting the blood flowing, be it mine, or your's!\"\n\n*He growled out, still rather immobilized as he tried to remove the war dart, not realizing it would fade away sooner rather than later.*\n\n*The Okamimi Warrior smirked, and let off an impressed growl at Sirdan. The warrior recognized a worthy fight when they saw one. The Summoned footman makes a mad dash towards Neia, however.* \n\n*The bandit's chief continues his lazy approach, glaring at the two adventurers immobilizing, and disabling his gang, with minimal effort. He's clad Almain Rivet, a closed-faced Sallet Helmet, and he's wielding a kite shield, and a falchion.*\n\n```Naga is out of the fight. Orc is still immobilized!```" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan turned to the right, facing the Okamimi, and then made a cautious step forward, swinging the hammer-side of his halberd-length pollaxe at the Okamimi's knee. A pink glow surrounded him and his weapon as he swung, empowering the strike more than usual. \n\n**Servant** \n\nThe servant popped out of his cover, and shot a broadhead arrow at the advancing summoned footman's leg, hoping to hit him where his armour didn't cover.\n\n``` \n67.5 / 100 Mana\nF Foot: 5/6\n```" }, { "author": "Neia Aeneiros", "message": "*Seeing Sirdan enter the fray, she calls out,* \"Take care not to be flanked!\"\n\n*Her attention then snaps to the footman running toward her. Roughly at the same time as Sirdan's servant fires the crossbow bolt, she fires an Entwining Coil at the charging soldier's legs, in an attempt to trip him.*\n\n```\nNeia fired Entwining Coil at Summoned Footman.\n15 mana spent on Entwining Coil, 2.5 mana spent sustaining the barrier, 4 mana regenerated. -13.5 Net mana change.\n151.5 / 200 Mana\n\n```" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*The Okamimi whimpered at the swing of the hammer-head to his knee, and fell over, clutching it as he yelled in pain. The Orc would snarl from his position, brandishing his long war-axe to try and appear like he's still a threat.*\n\n*The Summoned Footman would grit its teeth, as it felt the crossbow bolt strike its armor, but ultimately, and unfortunately only imbedded itself into the armor. The footman's movement speed is crippled enough that the poor summon would easily end up being tripped up by the Entwining Coil.*\n\n*The Chieftain growled, and shook his head. He was getting annoyed at these adventurers foiling all his carefully laid out banditry plans. And all because some mages had to be the escorts. Just his luck.*\n\n\"You're going to pay for all this trouble!\"\n\n```Pretty much its just the Chieftain left, and I just realized I forgot to track his mana gain. But let's be real, this quest is about done, anyways.```" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Last chance - surrender now.\" Sirdan backed off from the Okamimi and naga - he is surrounded by two crippled person, and he don't know if he'd be attacked - somehow. He backed off to the rock near him, holding the pollaxe steadily. \n\n\"Drop your weapon or I'll have you killed.\" He ordered the Chieftian.\n\n**Servant and Horse**\nThe servant get out of the way of the horse, and the horse move left by one square, and north by seven square - if it has time, to align itself with the bandit Chieftian and Okamimi.\n\n```\n70 / 100 Mana\nF Foot: 4/6\n```" }, { "author": "Neia Aeneiros", "message": "*Neia turns to the bandit chief, giving a harsh look, but saying nothing.*\n\n*She then looks to the Naga, firing another bola around its arms, in order to ensure it is still bound when the first bola wears off.*\n\n\"Don't make this worse than it has to be...\" *She says to the bandit chief.* \"You're clearly outmatched, your only choice is to surrender.\"\n\n```\nNeia fires Entwining Coil at Naga, and rolls to intimidate Bandit Chief.\n15 mana spent on Entwining Coil, yada yada, -13.5 Net mana change.\n138 / 200 Mana\nActive: Entwining Coil on Naga archer (Will disappear next turn), Entwining Coil on Summoned Footman (1 turn left), Immobile Barrier (4 QU remaining, 2.5 mana / turn sustain), Entwining Coil on Naga (2 turns left).\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*The Okamimi would still be clutching their leg, yelling, as they rolled back and forth. The Naga watched the poor Oriate, feeling bad for it. The Orc grumbled angrily, from his spot, still trying his best to sound like he's still a threat.*\n\n*The Chieftain stood, and growled warningly. He didn't notice the Loyal Steed was now angled for a charge, and just tightened the grip on his sword, and shield.*\n\n\"You could be very rich, as bandits, you know?\"\n\n*He tried to offer, glaring as he noted the horse, and held his shield closer to his body.*\n\n```Bandit chief realizes he's done for, and tries to roll for persuasion. Orc is angry he couldn't fight Naga & Okamimi are disabled, and unlikely to reattempt fighting.```" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"I'm rich enough already, thank you. Now drop your weapon, turn your back to the rock, and put your hands behind your back. Unless you feel like being crushed by a horse.\" \n\n*He threatened him, having the horse rear up on purpose for intimidation purpose. His servant ran over to the horse, grabbing some rope for captive-binding.*\n\n*All the while he remained extremely alert, just in case any of the four person next to him wanted to make a funny move.*\n\n```\n72.5 / 100 Mana\nF Foot: 3/6\n```" }, { "author": "Neia Aeneiros", "message": "\"Are you offering we *Join* You? What, so we meet the same fate as you? I'm not sure how much I like the idea of outnumbering someone and *Still* Losing.\"\n\n*She then raises her hand, pointing her body toward the chieftain, as though she were about to conjure another spear.* \"And if I were you, I'd surrender before this gets worse for you than it already is.\"\n\n*She casts a sideways glance at the summoned footman, lying on the ground.* \"And if I were you, I'd make sure your allies don't try anything.\" *She said, knowing that the bola around the footman's legs could disappear at any moment.*\n\n*At the same time, one of the bolas around the Naga's arms disappears, but fortunately she made sure to reinforce it with another one just a moment before.*\n\n```\nNeia rolls to intimidate, and one Edict of Binding ends on Naga Archer.\n2.5 mana spent sustaining barrier, 4 mana regenerated, +1.5 Net mana change.\n139.5 / 200 Mana\n\n```" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*The Chieftain clenched his fists, and shook with a bit of rage. He growled, and huffed. He looked between the two for a few moments, before huffing again, and throwing his shield down, and sheathed his sword. He took the moment to also de-summon his Footman*\n\n\"Damn you heroes.\"\n\n*He muttered a few curses, swearing away, and he did as Sirdan ordered. He put his back to the rock, and put his hands behind his back, shaking his head. He felt if that elven summoner hadn't been there, this whole situation wouldn't have happened out of his favor.*\n\n```The Bandit Chief desummons the S. Footman. He gets himself positioned to be tied up. Orc is still pissed off, and being growly. Naga is showing no signs of aggressive, and the Okamimi is still writhing in pain. So... I think its safe to say, the quest is complete. Sirdan & Neia receive 80 Silver, and 3.5UP each.\n\nThank you for questing, with GM Cid!```" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan of course, wasn't satisfied with the measly pay he was getting. He disarmed all of the combatants, and then removed their armour - weapons, whatever the hell he could find on them, pouches, wallets, etc. - except their clothes. He stacked them on top of the overloaded cart*\n\n\"We're going home with the hunter, Neia.\" *He said, and then strung up all of the prisoners together, before tagging them along to New Sunlight. Once he was there, he'd argue for clemency - or at least a labor sentence for the captured bandits instead of death sentence, and hoped that turning them in alive and selling the gears would yield him and Neia some extra money.\n\nNaturally, he split the money half half with Neia*" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "```Sirdan's removal and selling of the gear, would lead to the nice hefty total coin reward of, 539S split evenly, even including their separate 80S reward. The criminals would be given, at Sirdan's arguing, a labor sentence. All and all a *Very* Successful night-mission for the two.!```" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "👹 🧝‍♀️ \n\nIt *Was* A quiet, chilling night, deep in the wild woods where a group of medieval-punks had it's temporary hide-out set up. A Bunch of tents widely scattered, a couple of bonfires lit up with packs of bandits grilling their meats on sticks above them, their horses were freely eating grass somewhere deeper in the woods. \n\nHowever everything soon turned into a ghost town where bloody corpses were laying around everywhere, some half alive struggling to crawl away leaving a trail of blood then exhaling their last breath anyway. \n\nOnly one of so many was still quite *Decently* Alive and in one shape! The leader™ AKA fat bearded guy who's only job was to command others and later on claim their rewards. \n\nHe would be located in the largest, chunkiest tent for his largest, chunkiest mass, it even had furniture inside such as tables , shelves, wardrobes etc... At the moment although the main focus is centered onto his table, as he's pinned against it, with a crossbow pushing sharply against the back of his barely-existent neck, by a dressed in black, tall and slender lady with two pointy ears standing out from her loose navy hair. \nHer posture was straight and the hold of the weapon precisely firm. \n\n*\"Stand ho playing games thee bacon-fed m'ron and bid me who is't hath sent thee.\"* She ordered with calmness yet assertiveness in her tone. \n\nThe guy on the aim with his face beaten up, eyelids swollen almost blinding him and some teeth fallen out would only cry and beg. \n\nAt the back outside of the tent there are pre-summoned two *Undead* Soldiers of her's." }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*The crimson demon had just happened to stumble upon a bandit camp. A perfect practice target.*\n\n*If only that was the case.*\n\n*Each one would end up bloodied and bludgeoned beyond belief, chests and skulls easily caved in by mighty fists. The last living one would end up having his skull crushed by a bloody hand, slick with the blood of his comrades.*\n\n*Now there was only one left. The leader.*\n\n*Throwing open the curtain to the tent, he would instead find two people. One fat, beaten up man, and a fairly dressed elf, with a crossbow pressed against his neck.*\n\n\"......Which one of you is the leader? What the fuck does that mean? And lady, that crossbow is too closely pressed to him to be effective. Now stand aside.\"\n\n*His knuckles would crack, and a different shade of metallic red could be seen on his hands.*\n\n\"These fists don't discriminate.\"" }, { "author": "Yennefer", "message": "Her elven ear would twitch as the oni entered the tent, figuring out from the loud thuds of feet on the floor that it must be that berserker who conveniently granted her a stealthy entrance into the tent while he was arranging meetings between the bandits and god. \n\nAfter a pause of her, him and the leader™ analyzing the current situation she claimed.\n\n*\"I doubteth anyeethiñg wouldst pi'rce effectively through these lie'rs of fat\"*\n\nYennefer then would've pull away the crossbow as the leader, dressed in the symbols and colors which the camp's flags had on was praying while blood dripped down his face staining the table. \n\nShe would've then serenely walk away to the side of the table giving a free and empty space between the guy and the oni. The elven woman's gaze would've catch his just for a short glance, before she peacefully said. \n\n\"He's yours.\" \n\nShe would observe the fight from a safe distance, curious to see how much can the fatso take." }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*Before the elf can finish \"Yours\", the Oni's already rushed forward. His hand falls in a hammer fist, and smashes in the leader's head and breaks the table in half. He takes the nearby fabric of the tent and wipes the gore off his hands.*\n\n\"Pathetic. Worse than your followers. Humans can't take a single hit.\"\n\n*He then turns to the darkly dressed elf in from on him, stepping towards her. The crimson demon would tower over the woman.*\n\n\"Who the fuck are you?\"" }, { "author": "Yennefer", "message": "At the sight of the brain explosion Yennefer's pointy ears rose up in the air as a slight smile painted across her face, delighted approval of the execution. \n\n For an elf she was tall, especially with her heels on yet not tall enough for the red Oni as her eyes met with his chest once he stepped towards her, politely she turned her head up a bit to face him. A couple seconds passed after his question as she looked him up and down before walking away sighing softly. \n\n\"*Yennefer.*\" \n\nShe stepped towards the map that was hung on a wooden stand, she knew that there is even a bigger fish behind all of this. \n\n\"*Those gents hath tried to ambush me*.\" She explained while squinting eyes on the map.\n\n It's the reason why he found her here with a crossbow on the Leader's neck. Perhaps both seek revenge. She caressed her claw ring across the map stopping it at a marked red circle, a location that is closer to the city. \n\n\"*There's more of thœse scrubs... Stronger*\" She turned back to him tapping on the red mark, Yennefer's eyes would've attempted to read from his what is his purpose here, his reason. Forced accent on the word 'stronger', referring to how easily he defeated this camp yet the next one might be a bit harder challenge for the oni." }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*As the demon listens to Yennefer talking, an almost bored expression is on his face, though it's hidden completely by his skull-shaped helmet. An odd name, certainly.*\n\n*At the end of Yennefer's talking, the demon grabs his helmet and pulls it off, revealing a grim expression on the Oni's face. It then turns into a smile...*\n\n*...One of mocking, and he laughs, loud and hard.*\n\n\"And why exactly should I care?? Do you think I was trying on this? One move per man. That isn't a fight. That's called a beatdown. I've faced stronger opponents by challenging entire towns, and not even they could make so much as a bruise!\"\n\n*He pounds his chest with his right fist as a display of strength.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "As the Oni began laughing and being prideful about his achievements he received using pure strength Yennefer's face gave him a smugly smirking expression. \n\nShe raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms shifting weight onto her hips\n\n\"*'Entire towns'. Is that so? I simply refuseth to believeth it!*\" The Pale Lady chuckled in her silvery elven accent as she began the differ.\n\n\"*Thee wouldn't standeth a chance 'gainst their golems*. \" She switched pose to holding her palms against her hips leaning slightly towards the Oni \n\n\"*Runneth hence away at the sight of their artill'ry,That is what thee wouldst doth.*\" \n\n*She laughs like hundreds pearls falling down the marble stairs while coyly covering her mouth before returning to her previous stance of glancing calmly at the Oni's now revealed eyes as her delicate smile stayed and the crystalic blue gaze would wander onto his body as she questioned it's true strength.*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Golems? GOLEMS?? I've taken down a titan with my bare hands! And no ordinary town has a ballista. Those need the military to use!\"\n\n*His arms would cross, his helmet held in one hand, glaring down at the laughing girl. While Yennefer may have spoken silkily and smooth, Oshikuru's voice was brash and loud, almost like a sonic boom.*\n\n\"A ballista can reload once every 24 seconds. It can be destroyed in far less that time, or its wielder can be killed. Golems do not guard towns.\"\n\n*The girl's smug grin made him wonder: who did this arrogant bitch think she was? Was she a powerful mage? It didn't seem so, otherwise she would have no need for a crossbow.*\n\n\"Elves. Always so prideful.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Kirgajan had been on the road for most of the day now. He was in between cities; and his toolset was, for a lack of better terms, going to waste in his previous location. The sun shined straight in his face as the sun had passed mid-day at least 3 hours ago. The sky was a birght blue with only a few clouds peppering the horizon. He held his greatsword as it rested against his shoulder. \n\nHe traveled alone for the most part, and this time around he had simply lost his companions. He was set to travel with a rather small dark elf, but the man left his side two days ago in the middle of the night. His heavy hooves pressed deep indents into the ground below him. While he was on the trail, he passed the occasional merchant, or possibly a caravan that was transporting a nobleman. He kept his distance best he could from others on the way.\n\nWith the sun slowly sinking in the sky he headed off into the dense forrest to find a place to set up camp. He hated traveling at night, and there was even more questionable people that roamed the roads in the dark. He had enough wood and food for himself, but he thought of setting a few rabbit and fox traps once he found a place to settle. The trees blocked a fair amount of sun, so the interior of the forrests were much darker than the well lit roads, but he was managing to lumber his way somewhat recklessly." }, { "author": "Amalie", "message": "*Amalie had been traveling on her own for the past few hours. She too remained mostly distant from random passersby — the expensive-looking sword slung over her right shoulder is certainly enough to paint a target on her back for any unsavory types, and the select few that could detect enchantments would be drawn to it even more.*\n\n*As the sun hid behind the trees coating the horizon, the sky was painted a vivid shade of orange. She continued on further, trying to make progress towards the next city over. Hopefully there would be work for her there, her food supplies were running low, and she hated cutting into the silver she had saved up.*\n\n*After some time of walking along the path through the forest, she had stumbled upon a nicely-sized clearing — perfect for setting up a camp. She began setting up a campfire, the flickering light piercing the darkness of the woods. She sat on the ground near the fire, taking the sword — scabbard and all — off her shoulder, unsheathing it, and pulling out a sharpening stone, beginning to sharpen the sword.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*It was not long before Kirgajan made his way into a rather suitable clearing. It was some sort of prairie that was encircled by the treeline. Looking into the sky you could see the clouds scattered across the now good orange sky like a spilled red wine. He let out a heavy sigh as he moved into the clearing.*\n\n*The smelll hit him before he saw it, smoke... It was just across the way in the open area. Though the tall grass his the fire itself, he could see the beginnings of a camp being set up. He continued to walk forward slowly. He approached the smoke, trying not to be as loud as he usually was.*\n\n*The figure came into view, but she was just bare illuminated by the sky and fire.* \"Leaving or arriving?\" *He called out from about 10 yards away from the encampment.*" }, { "author": "Amalie", "message": "*The distant voice took her off guard. She paused sharpening her sword, looking in the direction of the voice. The darkness shrouded whoever spoke, but she responded nevertheless.*\n\n*In a thick, exotic accent, she responded,* \"I am setting up camp for the night.\"\n\n*Sword still in hand, she stood up. She remained alert; it was impossible to tell if the owner of the voice was friendly, or simply looking for an easy target to steal from.*\n\n\"Are you looking for trouble, or merely hospitality?\"\n\n*She kept squinting into the distance, hoping the flickering campfire would shed enough light to reveal the stranger.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He took a few steps forward to get a better look into the camp. His large shodowy figure became a little more illuminated by the womans camp fire. He drew his sword just in case he had to defend himself.* \"Well... I was looking for camp, but this ones taken.\" \n\n*His gruff voice pierced through the air with a disappointed, but not too angry tone. He stood there for a moment, looking around the camp and then the nearby woods. He was not sure if he would find a clearing as open as this.*\n\n\"What direction you headed?\"" }, { "author": "Amalie", "message": "*As the man stepped forward, she could get a good look at him. 'A Brayer...' she thought to herself. His kind were known for their brute strength, and he was certainly not someone to trifle with.*\n\n*Seeing him draw his sword nearly put a stop in her heartbeat. Her grip on her sword tightened briefly, but then she took a closer look at him: his stance was defensive. Realizing it was likely her own sword that put him on edge, she took a moment to think.*\n\n*As she slowly lowered her sword, placing the tip on the ground, she said,* \"Towards the city of New Salvania. If you are looking for a place to rest, you may rest here... But I request you do not do anything foolish — I doubt either of us are looking for trouble.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He was very aware in the moment that had transpired before him. He moved slightly in place to get better foothold in the ground. He kept watching her as she spoke, almost not catching the words as he lowered his sword for a moment.* \n\n*He brought his sword down from its raised position with her proposition, and he was willing to share the space. He was very grateful that the woman was offering as well, but he was not going to let her know that right now.*\n\n\"I don't touch you... You don't touch me. I'm heading the same way, new jobs to be had.\" *He spoke as he slowly approached with his guard down. He did not trust her by any means, but he figured that this was better chances than whatever lied within the woods beyond his sight.*" }, { "author": "Amalie", "message": "*She nods at his proposition.* \"It is a deal.\" *She sat back down, taking the sharpening stone once again, and returning to sharpen her sword. The repetitive scraping noises across the edge of the blade fills the night air.*\n\n*After a short moment, she begins to speak.* \"I imagine there are many artisans seeking prosperity in the great city of New Salvania — Macen's Glory, I've heard it be called. I hope it lives up to its title...\" *She appeared to let down her guard for the most part, still sharpening her blade. After finishing her thoughts, she asks,* \"So, you mentioned seeking work in the city? What line of work do you pursue?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He walked througout the camp looking over everything. He set his mat on the opposite side of of camp from the woman, and he took up a seat on a rock as he pulled out his own sharpening stone and began to work on his blade.*\n\n\"I hope that those words ring true beyond those large walls and all that prosperous nobility.\" *He chimed in as he looked over at her, watching her as she spoke.* \"Well... Looking at me I am sure that you could assume my line of work. I am hired to protect the smaller men... For the right coin, and I take missions to clear out camps or infestations, all the sorts you would expect of your average mercenary.\"\n\n*He wrapped the blade of his sword in a heavy cloth and laid it on the ground, looking over at the woman.* \"And you? What brings you to travel?\"" }, { "author": "Amalie", "message": "\"A mercenary? Then it appears we have that in common.\" *The corners of her mouth perk up in the slightest of smiles, but only for a short moment.* \"It seemed only right that I lend my sword arm for silver. In these times, protection is a sought after commodity, and recent talk of villains amid the country only strengthens the need for our work.\"\n\n*She finishes sharpening one side of her sword, flipping it over to begin sharpening the other edge.* \"I believe it was fate that set me on this path. Not everyone gets a sword such as this.\" *As she says that, she pauses sharpening for a brief moment, as the blade begins to glow a brilliant white light. The light fades away as suddenly as it began, and she quickly returns to sharpening.* \"So I thought it to be a better investment to wield the sword rather than sell it — a steady source of silver over a lifetime is worth more than a single purse of gold, despite how much that gold may glimmer.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He nods his head and smiles a bit. 'Brothers... No, commrades in arms' he thought to himself as she spoke.* \"It may be the most important thing in these desperate times. The rich are finding themselves weaker and more vulnerable as they lose the need to defend themselves.\"\n\n*He had already taken note of her blade, but after she brought attention to it he was much more interested. It was obvious that with a glow like that it was no regular sword.* \"A beautiful craft to be had. I hope that it has brought you much coin. I have been dealing with... Simpler means so to speak.\" *He motioned to the wrapped gargantuan sword that laid on the ground after its fresh sharpen.*\n\n\"I would hope to some day get the chance to weild a blade as unique as yours.\"" }, { "author": "Amalie", "message": "\"Yes, it was a fine gift indeed... I often wonder if its original owner misses it.\" *She finishes sharpening the blade, taking the scabbard off the ground and sliding it onto the sword. She then realized how ominous that sentence may sound without context, and quickly adds,* \"It was gifted to me by a warrior of great ability, I merely hope he has another blade he could use...\"\n\n*She looks to the Brayer's blade on the ground, commenting on it,* \"It is a simple, yet effective tool in the hands of one strong enough to wield it. And I've no doubt you could use it, otherwise what reason would you have to carry it?\"\n\n*As the sun finally sets completely, the darkness in the forest seems to double, as the shadows grow darker. Amalie wraps her cloak around herself, ensuring she remains warm in case the night gets cold.* \"I cannot wait to get out of this forest... The wilderness was never my proverbial cup of tea. I cannot wait until I find lodging in the city.\" *She then adds, a subtle grin forming on her face, \"Of course, my coin purse feels the opposite is true. Still, I cannot deny the luxury of a warm bed and hot meals.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He stood about five feet away, slightly bent over as he examined the sword before laughing a bit at the remark about the original owner. He then nodded as the sword was sheathed.* \"I am sure, to give up something that special, he has something of great strength in his possesion.\" *He remarked before moving away and rummaging through his bag for a few rations.*\n\n*His hide was thick, and the cold did not bother him any. He was almost happy it was here, as much of the forrests threats would be less mobile through the night. The warm fire did help in comfort though, he enjoyed the light crackling of the wood as he tossed a few more stick onto it.*\n\n\"I much rather the city than these woods. Odds of survival are far greater when you are surrounded by those so much smaller than you. The beasts out here are quite a power to behold.\"" }, { "author": "alex4392", "message": "Amelie: *Still gripping the edges of her cloak, she inched closer to the fire.* \n\n\"Well, while the beasts out here have strength and ferocity on their side, I'd sooner take them on than a person — muscle alone is worthless without the mind to use it, and I fear a man with a mind more than one with muscle.\"\n\n*Letting out a chuckle, she then adds,* \"Besides, I doubt a fox will attempt to fling a ball of fire in my direction any time soon.\"\n\n*She then reaches into the satchel on her hip, pulling out a piece of bread wrapped in fabric. She takes bite after bite into the bread, taking a few moments to finish it in its entirety. She then puts the piece of fabric back into her satchel, wrapping her cloak around herself once again.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Taking a few steps forward and sitting across the fire from her, he looked up into the clear night sky above them in their alcove between the trees.*\"So... You gotta name? Or are you a... Close to the chest type of woman?\" *He stared intently over at the stranger across from him.*\n\n*He took a large bite out of the dried meat and tore away a hefty portion. He ran his hand through the flames slowly as he thought.* \"I'm Kirgajan Uonavas, but most call me Kirg.\" *He figured he should give his own name if he hoped to get one out of her.*\n\n*He removed his hand from the fire. The flames were too small and not hot enough to cause any damage to him, but his fur was slightly singed at the ends.*" }, { "author": "Amalie", "message": "\"I am called Amalie. Where I am from, people didn't oft have more names than one.\" *She thinks for a moment,* \"It is nice to meet someone whose blood I won't have to introduce to the ground, nor are you asking me to do so to someone else.\"\n\n*She casts her gaze into the fire, pondering for a moment, but she quickly snaps herself out of this trance.*\n\n\"So, a man such as you must have an interesting story. A lone mercenary is rarely born out of ordinary circumstance.\" *She then adds,* \"And a campfire is as good a place as any to tell a good story.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Amalie... A strong name.\" *He remarked with but the smallest of smiles as he leaned forward, resting his elbows onto his knees and picking up sticks and leaves from the ground. He ocassionaly tossed them into the fire, listening as the somewhat alive wood popped and hissed in the fire.*\n\n*He looked over the flames hesitantly at Amalie and kept silent for almost too long.*\"It's rather a dangerous thing to give information of the past... I hope you do not find offence, but I am not sure you can be trusted with that information yet.\" \n\n*He set his food down and rubbed his hands slowly.* \"Perhaps a story from you first? How did you come into contact with the owner of that sword? Why take to mercenary work?\"" }, { "author": "Amalie", "message": "*She wasn't surprised at the refusal to give his story. She simply nodded, responding,* \"That is fair enough, a story can oft be a personal thing.\"\n\n*She took a moment to collect her thoughts, before beginning to speak.*\n\n\"Well, I apologize in advance if my story lacks extravagance.\"\n\n\"It all starts with a family: two parents, and their daughter, born in an unforgiving world. I don't remember much of my early childhood, but my parents told me I was not born in the small farming village in which I grew.\" *She pauses for a moment, but it's uncertain whether it's for emphasis or she's simply collecting her thoughts.* \"You'd think a farming village would have a surplus of food...\" *She gives a small chuckle.* \"...But that was unfortunately not the case. But despite the hardships, we moved on. In that village, resolve was valued more than most things, you had to have plenty of it to get through the day.\"\n\n*She thinks for a moment.* \"Well, my story ends with a great warrior passing onto me a sword, and me taking it. I wish there was more I could add, but that is my story in its entirety.\"\n\n*To anyone with any capability in reading people, it would be clear that the ending of the story felt suspicious. It is obvious that she left some parts out, most likely parts she isn't willing to share.*\n\n\"Nevertheless, I look to the future for where my story will lead. Perhaps fortune and glory truly is at the end of this grand adventure, as the stories always say.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kirgajan was listening very closely to her, how she spoke, and where she paused. He was trying to gather as much information from her both in her story and in her tone and body language. He nodded as he followed along, adn there wasn't much he could say to add on or react to.*\n\n\"Well... I suppose that is a story that does lack extravagance, but even the simplest of stories is important.\" *He said, he was unsure of the true origins of the woman, but she had not hesitated to share her story. He felt she had garnered enough trust and respect for a portion of his life.\n\n\"I was born in Pinnacilia...\" *He paused, as many people he had come across were quick to turn him away after that remark given the reputation of the island confederacy that resided in there.* \"My tribe was... Violent to put it kindly. I was born into a family of respected fighters, my father was rather... Aggressive in his means for training.\" *He shuddered slightly at the thought of his childhood, so he skipped over most of it.* \"My morals did not align with that of the raiding tribe, and I was left for dead for it. Since I was molded for combat... It seemed to be the best line of work for easy coin.\" *He too had covered up and skipped over much of his life, but he was not exactly good at making it subtle.*" }, { "author": "Amalie", "message": "*She now saw the reason behind his hesitancy before.* \"I see... Well, if there's anything to take from my story, it's that you shouldn't allow your past to define you. If I merely stayed where I was, I'd likely be pulling potatoes out of the ground.\"\n\n\"And yet, here I am, a mercenary. If a decade ago, someone told me I'd be where I am now, I would have called them a charlatan.\" *She offers a gentle smile towards Kirgajan.* \"If there is more to life you seek than mercenary work, you should pursue it, no matter your life before.\"\n\n*She picks up a small stick from the ground, tossing it into the fire. A grin forms on her face once more, as she adds,* \"But then again, perhaps you shouldn't take wisdom from a simple farm girl, I'm sure there are people in the city willing to tell you your fortune.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He nodded with her words, feeling much more reassured in trusting her. She seemed to be more focused on helping herself rather than hurting others.* \"Nothing wrong with a smiple life. The world always needs more food.\" *He simply added as he thought for a moment. His mind had found itself trailing in every direction this night, but it wasn't hectic. It was a soothing path of thought.*\n\n\"If someone told me a decade ago I would be anywhere but dead in a field, or training ground, I would have deemed them insane.\" *He said almost in agreement with Amalie. It was rather strange to him that two people from very seperate pasts ended up in the same place, same time, and same occupation.*\n\n\"There are those in my life that swayed me to pick up this line of work, and I am trying to work for the better now... Right some of the many wrongs I did in childhood. Besides... Fortunes are for the doubtful.\" *He laughed a little bit as he watched the stick tumble into the flames. \"A simple farm girl's advice is enough for me.\" *He spoke with a much softer tone to his voice, and he had let his guard down as he had considered her more a friend than a stranger.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Amalie", "message": "*She thinks for a moment, looking into the fire.* \"I wonder how my family is faring back in Homboxia... I would like to send them back some money, but with the roads as they are now, I might as well just hand my silver directly to the bandits... And that is assuming the courier himself is trustworthy.\"\n\n*She blinks, long and heavy, as her eyelids begin to droop.* \"Well, it is getting late. If we want to arrive at the city early tomorrow, we'd better get some rest.\" *Wrapping her cloak tightly around herself, she lies down on the ground, facing the sky.*\n\n*The sky is barely visible through the dense trees overhead, but some stars are still able to be seen.* \"It does not look like it will rain tonight. That is good.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kirgajan thinks back to his home, and his families many problems. He didn't really care for any of them except his younger brother. He prayed that he made it out of there somehow.* \"I am sure they are doing just fine.\" \n\n*He said it out loud, but it was mostly an attempt to calm himself as he walked back to his side of the camp. He brought in all of his things and rested his head on his bag, holding his sword in his arms.* \"Rest would be very nice.\" *He spoke in a low and quiet voice as his eyelids grew heavy.*\n\n*He fought the urge to slip away into sleep a bit longer, both in fear of the forrest and with the slight suspicion of the woman he had just met. After a few moments, he turned onto his back and allowed the night sky and dark treetops to blanket his vision as he began to rest.*" }, { "author": "Amalie", "message": "*Amalie rolled onto her side, grabbing her sheathed sword, and pulling it towards her, wrapping her cloak around it and holding the sword tightly by the cross-guard. She trusted Kirgajan enough, but she didn't want any odds of him taking her sword and sneaking off in the dead of night.*\n\n*As the two drifted into sleep, the night passed by peacefully.*\n\n*Amalie woke up early in the morning, just as the sun was rising. The sky had become a light grey with clouds, giving the woods a dull, yet bright light. She first checked if her sword was still in its scabbard, then took out the last of her bread from her satchel, eating it quickly.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kirgajan only stirred awake with the sound and smell of her rustling through her bag and pulling out the bread. He had slept rather well through the night which was uncommon for him when traveling. He picked a few dirt patches off of his horns and felt his hunger grow.*\n\n\"Mornin'.\" *His voice was low and gravely as he turned over and began digging through his own stuff and retrieving a small pouch of dried meats. He began to slowly eat it, trying to get it to last as long as he can during this journey.*\n\n*He unwrapped the large sword that laid beside him and placed it in his lap as he sat on the ground. He looked over it carefully, and soon had packed up the leather wrapping and the rest of his items. With a big stretch he stood up and looked around the clearing.*" }, { "author": "Amalie", "message": "*After finishing her bread, she responds,* \"Good morning.\" *She stretched her arms and legs out, before standing up.* \"I would guess we are no more than a few hours from the city, but I am unfamiliar with these roads. If we set out now, we'd likely arrive before noon.\"\n\n*She brushes some of the twigs and dead leaves out of her hair, before taking her sword, and wearing the scabbard on her right shoulder.* \"Shall we set off for New Salvania?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He looks around the forrest a little longer before nodding his head. He was only taking a moment to gather his thoughts and where abouts again.*\"Aye, that direction should take us back to the road, and from there we can head towards the city safer.\"\n\n*He wasn't lying about it being safer, but there was still a number of possibilities that could happen within the hours of travel ahead of them. He hoped that they would not have to deal with any of it today though.* \"Do you have an idea of where about in the city you will be staying? A friend... Employer... The streets?\" *He chuckled as he was all to familiar with spending many nights in the open areas of a citiy between contracts." }, { "author": "Amalie", "message": "*She continues with Kirgajan onto the road, agreeing,* \"Yes, it is generally safer on the roads, less beasts that way.\" *She then added,* \"Then again, the forest likely holds less highwaymen, but no wise bandit would take the two of us on.\" \n\n*She took a moment to ponder his question about her residency.* \"I am sure a city large as that has some empty tavern rooms. I only hope they are as cheap as they are empty.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The long road wound throughout the forrest as the talked. Every now and then a break in the trees on either side was made, exposing the large fields filled with tall grass.* \"Much less beasts, I don't worry so much about desperate men.\" *He said in agreement with Amalie.*\n\n*The brayer walked very leisurely as they continued on their journey to the city. Merchant carts and traders were becoming much more frequent the closer they got to the city.* \"There should be plenty to go around. It is a rather large place, and is a popular area to pass through.\"" } ]

[ { "author": ".rybus", "message": "*It had been a long time since Almann had taken an honest stroll, free of a mission, and free of charge. He was able to do what he wanted, when he wanted to. As the fresh Salvainian air pierced his nose, and the smell of a newly fallen dew gave the air a sweet tang, he took a walk.\n\nAlmann had been staying at one of his favorite Inns, The Tired Giant, for the past few days. It was off the main roads of Salvainia, so not many travelers would come by. It would mean less trouble for him in the long run. As he makes his way off the beaten path away from The Tired Giant, he finds a moss covered log to sit on.\n\nTaking out his rosewood smoker, he gently packs some of his newly acquired imports into the pipe. Almann had waited to get a hold of the Hoboxian Smokeleaf for a long time, and at this point he had honed his skills, learning how to keep the coals of the fuel nice and warm to fill his lungs with that familiar comfort and rush. He had alcohol too of course, but it was too early in the day for drinking.\n\nAlmann gently sucks in the smoke, holds in for a few breaths, and gently lets out the smoke from his nostrils. Immediately he could tell this Smokeleaf was the real deal. The flavor of it was nothing Almann had experienced before. It was going to be a good day, he thought. \n\nAlmann closes his eye and leans back a little to take in the sounds of the wilds around him, all the while smoking his pipe with great care to get every last puff of smoke out of the expensive import as he could.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Unbeknownst to Almann, a certain kitsune would also have been taking a good walk throughout the wilds. She paced throughout the grass, her footsteps sending bits of nighttime dew scattering across her legs and cloak. She abandoned her set of armor a couple days ago, keeping it within her pack she left on her air strider. It was due to the fact that she realized it hadn't done much good to her as a source of protection. While it certainly did its job when she engaged in close quarters combat, her fighting style changed along with her person - she'd have to adapt, improvise, and abandon her old ways.*\n\n*She took a long inhale, breathing in the cool air around her. The scents of the forest - Wet leaves, animal leftovers, the lingering scent of her air strider's feathers, the like - permeated throughout her nostrils, the piercing freshness cutting apart the drab, muddled thoughs that plagued her mind nowadays. It was literally a breath of fresh air; she wouldn't be able to have this sort of serenity in any other setting.*\n\n*It gave her time to reflect on what happened in the past few days, her mind drifting back to her duel against that fire macen, Katherine. In honesty, she didn't know why that entire ordeal had bothered her so; Perhaps it was because she had made a resolve to alter her manner of dealing with such ordeals, yet immediately had to go back on that self-promise she made.*\n\n*While the situation hadn't brought on any wounds to her person, it certaintly erupted a conflict in her mind. A part of her was controlled by the fact that she did what was necessary; the girl wouldn't back off because she didn't know about the difference in their strengths. Or rather, she knew, yet refused to back down due to foolhardy heroism. Of course she couldn't help the fact that she had to put the macen in her place, right? In Artoria's mind, fear eventually led to some form of respect - in this case, it would be respect towards how far apart the two were in power, and would hopefully lead to Katherine giving up on trying to catch the fox ever again.*\n\n*Yet, it still bit at her that she went about the entire situation wrong. In those moments where the macen had laid on the ground, squashed below her feet like an insect, was it truly necessary to have her suffer through hell itself while she was already down? Even though she tried to stand back on her feet to fight again? Thoughts about what she could've done differently had begun to invade Artoria's mind, rhythimically arriving as she crunched her way through the forest.*\n\n*\"If I truly valued her life, I would've knocked her out or something,\" She thought to herself, scowling.*\n\n*\"Do I really just... Enjoy seeing people writhe below me? Is that who I am?\"*\n\n*She didn't know. Empathy wasn't something she was familiarized with. Her life, as it stood, was a neverending spiral downhill; her only choice, it would seem, was to keep following it down. To put it plainly? It sucked.*\n\n*She stopped, catching the whiff of smoke on the wind. Her head turned towards the east, the night vision granted to her by her magical amulet allowing her to make out the figure of a macen in the distance. He was leaning back against something, looking like he was enjoying himself dearly. His serene posture refreshed Artoria's mind, clearing her thoughts once more. She found herself drawn to his relaxed attitude, so casually and quietly, she walked towards his direction as the smell of smoke became more evident as she approached.*\n\n*When she got close, she found herself becoming anxious. This was the first genuine contact she had with an actual person in weeks - no, months! As she got closer, her mind became cluttered with ideas for how to strike up a conversation. Tens of different variations of \"Whats up?\" And even more \"Nice weather, right?\" Caused her mind to become addled...*\n\n*And she tripped over a bush, falling flat on her face right out of the brush next to the macen man.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "*Almann picked up the exceptionally feint rustling in the foliage the moment she fell. It startled him even, he usually senses people at much longer distances with his hearing. Whatever it was, he could tell it would interrupt his smoke. Perhaps an animal? Something else? Who knew. Nothing much would surprise him anymore, but hopefully whatever it was it could hold a conversation.\n\nAlmann was simply jaded with reality. Nothing satiated his longing for decent recompense with this world. Gold, drink, smoke, violence... Nothing allowed him to forget what he'd done. Nothing entertains him as he seeks penance for the sins he committed along the border of the Irtutian League in the peace and quiet of the Salvainian wilds. He felt the eye patch over his right eye, a reminder of the high elves who got him into these conflicts in the first place through his hatred of them.\n\nHe glanced to his left, and to his surprise it was a kitsune. A familiar one at that...\n\nHe didn't let the de ja vu occupy his mind for long. Instead he focused on not chucking a Bronze Lance at the stranger. Normally he never let his guard down.\n\nPerhaps, if just for a moment, he didn't immediately raise his guard to the clumsy kitsune who had stealthily walked her way to his perch, he'd receive an interesting conversation. Could the one time he lets down his guard towards a stranger lead to his death? Maybe, but Almann was sure he'd feel more fulfilled with this new type of response than the go-to for the past two years. It was something new, and Almann was ready for whatever was to come. \n\nPerhaps being cordial to a kitsune is what he needed to atone. He had been involved in the slave trade of their kind before.\n\nAlmann simply chuckles, turns towards the kitsune, and gives a warm grin.*\n\n\"You're a quiet one aren't you? Clumsy too. Sit.\"\n\n*He gestures to an open spot on the log.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*...Fuck.*\n\n*First off, falling face first into the ground definitely didn't give off a good first impression; as she lay flat against the earthen floor, she could feel her blood pumping towards her cheeks, warming them up despite her status as a vampire. She didn't have to even look at a mirror to tell that she was turning red with embarassment; at once, she fixed herself into an informal seiza, brushing the dirt off of her cloak and thighs. The fox whipped her head opposite of the macen man, a troubled grin forming due to the anxiousness and embarassment she felt in the situation. She became flooded with shame; in her childhood, she was used to people seeing her as a proper, model child of an aristocratic family - not some clumsy, airheaded dimwit.*\n\n*She was amidst her thoughts when she heard a chuckle, followed by the man speaking. \"You're a quiet one, aren't you?\" He said. The deep, resounding voice of his struck a bell in the fox's mind; Artoria knew that voice from somewhere, yet couldn't pinpoint exactly where it had come from. \"Clumsy too. Sit.\"*\n\n*Ahh, there it was. She was called 'clumsy'... Shameful, wasn't it? As if the awkward silence prior to his invitation wasn't embarassing enough, being called clumsy by a stranger was even more humiliating. She glanced back at the man, then quickly turned back to face the other direction as her eyes met his. God... This was just a disaster, wasn't it? Normally she'd act cool and composed, but given how things were, she obviously couldn't transition from 'trembling nervous wreck' into... Whatever you could call her other persona.*\n\n*But... She had no reason to refuse his invitation.*\n\n*She laughed nervously as she got up, making her way over to the log. She sat himself down beside the macen, struggling to form together a coherent conversation starter:*\n\n\"So- Uh, nice eyepatch we're having. Wait, I mean weather!\" She said, frantically waving her arms as she turned to face the macen. \"Nothing against your eyepatch! It looks cool! Very cool! Are those in style nowadays for guys?!\" She finished, rather loudly." }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann knew he had embarrassed her. That was good, it showed she was more genuine. You could see in her cheeks and the way she talked. Almann could tell their conversation would be decently interesting. He could also tell that her intentions were true enough. He had a background that involved dealing with pokerfaced merchants in markets abroad who hid their intentions far better than she is now._\n\n_Almann gave a hearty laugh in response to her comments on his eye patch._\n\n\"I isn't uncommon for mercenaries to lose an eye, no. I guess I'm not different in that respect.\"\n\n*He pulls the pipe out of his mouth*\n\n\"My name is Almann Jek, and yes, the weather is nice today. It's a little damp to be smoking though, but with a little effort...\"\n\n*He blows a small puff of fire from the side of his mouth*\n\n\"...The coals burn just hot enough.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Almann... Jek? She knew that name like how she knew this person, albeit barely. Again, however, her thoughts on the man's identity would lose her as she found herself being drawn into his amiable nature. It was a good thing that he hadn't taken offense to her comment about the eyepatch; she knew that there were people out there who wouldve taken something like that to heart. Holding her composure together, she'd place both her arms in her lap, drawing her eyes away from Almann's gaze, looking down towards the floor. She needed to cool down.*\n\n*Relaxing a bit, she noticed that he was smoking a pipe, causing clouds of smoke to exhale from his lips into the air. The wisps caught onto the wind, and they, along with the passing breeze, drifted off into the night.*\n\n*Ironically, Artoria never found the urge to smoke. She read that it caused damage to the lungs, but could easily be healed with magic. The fox never quite found how it was appealing to breath in something that, left untreated, could kill you; smoking was like introducing a poison to your body. It was harmful, and she never saw the purpose of it. The ordeal of what happened that one time in New Salvainia came back to her as well; she and a group of people - Syele, presumably Katherine, and someone else - were trapped in a room of burning corpses. Smoke filled their lungs as they desperately tried to find an exit. They did, of course, but the feeling of being slowly suffocated to death VIA inhalation of the smoke still left a mark in her mind.*\n\n\"Smoking?\" She began, her voice still slightly quivering. \"I've never smoked before. Never really found the appeal to it. Too much can hurt, yknow. I know someone who kept smoking and never got treated for it. Said that if he were to have his lungs healed after every time he smoked, it would take all the 'genuineness' out of it. He kinda... Died.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann could pick up the the quiver in her voice, however slight it might be. He'd have soften her up a bit before he'd pick at the memory. He had time._\n\n*Almann raised an eyebrow*\n\n\"They smoke to forget. A author will write about a far off place because he is limited by his study, a poet might write about a lover they'd never met after being scorned, but those who work and wage war with their hands? They suffer and toil consantly. They wish for peace in their lives. To breathe air that isn't full of the smells and tastes of their suffering but are full of exotic and good things. Many smoke to forget the smells of the past and to replace it with something new.\"\n\n*He understood the want to forget all too well. His first quest involved the burning of flesh of his targets, he can still remember the smell of char that lasted for weeks after his payment. He would be reminded of it in every raid on a village he'd conducted, every battle he fought, every slave's spent husk of a body burned because their new masters saw no use in them, not having the strength to cry out as they burned alive.\n\nHis first quest in New Salvainia always stuck in the back of his mind. In recent times the victims of fire around him were not his own comrades, but his enemies and their property. During the mission they were given in the storehouse of that city, they ended up burning their own due to close quarters. There's something twisted, Almann thought, about the intermingling smell of the burned flesh of one's foe and friend. Thinking back on it, there were 3 others on that quest, two non-macen and two macen including himself...*\n\n\"Those who take up this hobby would feel wrong cheating out of it with healing. The price you pay in an attempt to forget and have peace is risking your life by taking it up in the first place. It's a reminder. People who drown themselves in drink do very much the same thing.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Artoria stopped, contemplating what Almann said. It did make sense, and to be honest, she could even relate to it; there were so many things she just wanted to forget and move past, yet she couldn't really seem to find a vent out. Smoking to forget, drinking to fill your heart with a mere facade of happiness, consuming drugs that temporarily gives you your own paradise; all seemed to be too good to be true - and they were - but she could see how the gift of being able to forget, even if just for a moment, could appeal to a large crowd.*\n\n*Yet, she personally found herself to be against that very idea.*\n\n*To her, finding a release to momentarily forget your problems was akin to running away from them. While she may be ruthless, the fox was simultaneously earnest. One couldn't just drink away your problems and hope that they'd just magically disappear; to bring about change, you have to act. You have to make a statement. People are more likely to remember those who overcame their adversaries and conquered their conflicts, not those who fell to them. What were those people called again? Ah, right. Heroes. Only a small crescent out of the whole of the populace.*\n\n*She thought about her own problems too, though. She liked to think that she wasn't running away from her problems; rather, she acknowledged the fact that those problems had become so festered and numerous that she couldn't really do anything about them. Artoria accepted that she was long far gone; being able to go back to 'the good guys' was only a pipe dream. She wasn't a good guy. She was no hero.*\n\n*She took her arms down from her lap, putting them onto her knees. She stared at the moon with a sort of wistful expression, which quickly steeled back to normal as she turned back to Almann.*\n\n\"That really does make sense,\" *She began, the quivering dissipitating from her voice.* \"There's a bunch of things I want to forget. Even more numerous are the ones I need to atone for. And even MORE numerous is how many things I feel guilt for. But I can't just... Abandon them. Those feelings, those memories, everything - they're a part of me now. You can't just move forward in life cherrypicking the good things and leaving out the bad; now that's what I think is cheating.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann mulled on her words for a few moments and proceeded to take out one of his steel daggers. It was well kept. He could clearly see his reflection in the razor sharp blade as he reflected the light of the moon._\n\n_It was easy to say that if you had some sort of direction which leads you to atonement._\n\n_Almann sighs_\n\n\"For many though, the only way to move forward is to gain the ability to push back the cycle of guilt. Every day is a cycle of continuous reminder of that guilt. You repeat this cycle enough times and you go insane. Many do go insane, and soldiers will put themselves in harms way to end the cycle of guilt for those they've killed, skilled artisans will go for bigger and bolder, more risky projects. But for those of us whose will to live is stronger, we push such things back with pipe or drink, perhaps achieving atonement along the way while we try to make amends. Most mercenaries like myself can't go back to the place we've committed our sins. You might understand that to a certain extent.\"\n\n_There was too much, Almann though, that this girl didn't know. Too much that she hadn't experienced. Or perhaps her path was more straight than his. Perhaps she had direction in ways he didn't. Either way, her words didn't sway him much. One day he will feel fulfilled in his atonement. Joining New Sunlight was that first step._\n\n_Almann looked at himself in the dagger. He looked far older now. His face looked weathered and worn, his right eye obviously missing, with various scars along his face. His hands, he had remembered, were calloused from his trade and war, but he didn't remember when they'd become so scarred. He had aged. It was a consequence of war. His hair was shorter to prevent it from being used against him._\n\n*He simply looked... Tired.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Again, the fox thought about the words Almann had said. For the most part, she'd take his word on it; although she was 23, there was still a lot of things she hadn't seen with her own eyes. It made sense; The weak-willed releasing themselves from guilt by selfishly throwing themselves into danger, Artisans gradually increasing the risk of their creations until they die from it, mages drowning themselves in their study until all they can do is repeat magical formulas and spout out nonsensical arcane theories... It did sound like human nature to do such things, once she thought about it.* \n\n*The latter part, though? The latter was what she knew far too well. \"You might understand that to a certain extent?\" Oh, she knew it to the extreme. It was the ghost that haunted her side by night, the thoughts that infested her mind during the day. It was the very wind that whispered doubts into her; at this point, she was one with that feeling of yearning. She couldn't go home to her homeland because there was nothing left for her back there. She couldn't return to New Sunlight to Mevis and Hitoshi as friends; if anything, she'd go back in chains! There was an infinite amount of things that were barred from her grasp that was locked by where she had once stood... The more she thought about it, the more it seemed to grow, dauntingly increasing in value until it practically loomed over her in her mind's eye.*\n\n*She giggled softly, then stopped, her face ending in a half grin. Almann's ignorance about her situation was a bit jarring to her. Almost comedic, in a way.*\n\n\"Sorry for laughing. Have I introduced myself yet?\" *She said, hopping off the log with a sort of playful energy.*\n\n*She suddenly turned back towards Almann after she hopped off. Her posture became authorative and cold, the playful energy turning into something much more stern. Her smile disappeared from her face, her expression turning cold. The clumsy, comedic kitsune was gone.*\n\n\"Nice to meet you, Almann.\" *She said, holding out a hand, gesturing for a handshake.* \"My name's Artoria. Artoria Dax, though I believe you'd know me as Arthur.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann kept his eye brows raised for a moment and then broke out in laughter, bringing himself to tears. Arthur? The guy who got knocked out early in the mission? The whose ass they had to drag out of the hideout? Fate had thrown him a bone it seems. This was beginning to be far more interesting than he'd ever imagined. He'd have to hear the story of how Arthur was put in this current state, on top of some other things he has seen along his travels. Almann was excited to hear from someone he hadn't seen for so long._\n\n_But it was clear some people do have it worse than he did. Maybe he needed to remind himself of this more often..._\n\n_It was hard to take her authoritative pose seriously as Almann stood up. He was several heads taller than her, and had to look down as recovered himself. Almann wiped some of the tears away from his eye, tucked away his pipe and dagger, continues his grinning, and shook the hand of Artoria._\n\n\"It's been a while hasn't it? It seems you've... Taken care of yourself well since our last meeting.\"\n\n_His tone had clearly shifted from before, he was more eager now to hear the words of the kitsune._\n\n\"Perhaps we can exchange stories over some good food and drink? There's an inn not too far from here.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Artoria broke down her posture, erupting into laughter as Almann did. Yeah, it was quite funny; a girl, heads shorter than him, trying to act all authorative and cool. If she were a guy, honestly it might've been a bit intimidating; nah, scratch that. Honestly, if she remembered correctly, she was the dead weight of that one mission they went on. It'd make sense to laugh at the comedic value of the entire ordeal, or just because of the sheer ridiculousness-*\n\n*But it was nice, really. Laughing along with someone.*\n\n*She walked on over to Almann, trying to put an arm around his shoulder, only to realize she was too short to be able to. She sighed, then put her hands on her waist as she looked up to the macen.*\n\n\"Certainly has been a while,\" *She said with a grin.* \"And for the record, It's not my fault I ended up like this. I'll tell you the entire story later. A tavern sounds pretty good right about now, to be honest.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann nods and gestures back towards the direction he came from. It had been a while since he'd talked to someone he was already well acquainted with. He vaguely remembered that Arthur had a sword. He'd have to ask about that later though._\n\n_Almann began the decent walk back to the inn, keeping an eye on the moonlight as it pierced through the leaves above. It was a quiet and peaceful night, hopefully it stayed that way._\n\n\"Aye, they have good grub, clean beds to sleep in too. The Tired Giant is one of my favoriate places to hold up. The owners are an aged couple, their granddaughter waits the tables and their son does a lot of the mule work. Best of all, their lips are sealed.\"\n\n_He fiddled with some of the trinkets he had in his pockets. Almann often made some of these trinkets to keep his mind sharp. Smaller puzzles, pendants, and weapon parts he made out of things he'd fine cheap in the market. He'd eventually either sell them in his shop back in Ainakil, or give them to the children in the city. He had a few business partners who had grandchildren that would appreciate such things._\n\n_Almann favored one trinket in particular, a bronze lever system that fit in the palm of his hand. You could rotate the arm of the lever 360 degrees in every forward direction, usually with his thumb. It allowed for him to fidget whilst thinking of different things to make. The lever system itself was made up of a small cube of bronze, with a socket attaching a small bronze cylinder to it. It had no real use, other than to keep his hands occupied._\n\n_He took out the bronze lever toy, and put it up against the moonlight. The metal shone quite bright in the moonlight and daylight. Because of this, he often had to keep these things hidden away to prevent himself from being easily spotted by malevolent parties on his quests. Tonight there wasn't much to worry about, and he could enjoy the nice polish of his creation._" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*They walked on, Artoria following behind Almann. The grass shifted into a beaten down pathway, looking relatively old and worn as the moon above illuminated the earth below. The light shone through the trees, causing the dew on the leaves of trees around them to glitter with sparkling celestial luster. The braying of deer in the distance and the hooting of owl calls in the night, the occasional wolf howl and the constant crunching of dirt beneath boots; all of these were present as they travelled the arduous walk back to the inn. She'd have to memorize this path, lest she lose her way and leave her air strider behind leashed onto a tree. It wouldn't be a problem, though; she could probably catch her mount's scent on the air and trace it back that way.*\n\n*As the moon above enveloped the night with it's glow, Artoria was able to catch glimpses of Almann's person coming in and out of the moonshine. His face, save for the eyepatch, looked something you'd find on a war general; the scars lacerated onto his skin dug lines stretching from the bottom of his chin to the top of his forehead. The creases around his nose looked like something stolen from a man long past his years; Artoria assumed that the guy was probably in his late 50s, judging by how he looked. In the moonlight, he gave off an impression like a weathered and worn sword; ancient, but was once sharp and powerful. Though, she didn't doubt his combat capabilities; not much could've changed since the last time she saw him, right?*\n\n*Curiosity invaded her mind. What had he been doing these past months? She knew he was a mercenary, but her mind brought up the image of someone a bit more... Refined, than the person present. She came to the conclusion that he must have, like her, gone through some tough shit; it would explain his tired expression and aged demeanor.*\n\n*They would eventually reach a tavern in the road for what felt like hours later. It was a small, homey place, with a small sign hanging over the oaken awning overhead. \"The Tired Giant,\" Is what it said. For it's small stature, however, it looked pretty clean; unlike larger bars, it felt like somewhere to truly relax in. She couldn't hear much noise from inside; another plus, since other bars usually had rowdy barfights or boasting competitions. A small rocking chair was laid out on the porch, a knitting needle and a small kit of multicolored thread laying neatly on the seat.*\n\n\"This must be the place, eh?\" *She said, passing a lantern and walking up the porch to open the door leading inside.*\n\n*Creaking open, she found... Actually a fairly small amount of people inside. There were multiple booths laid out near the sides, with a meager amount of tables dotted here and there throughout. In the far back, there was a small bar with an old man at the back, cleaning out glass mugs with a cloth. When Artoria walked in, he paid her no attention. Just a nod towards her direction. When they saw Almann in the doorframe, however, he waved towards the man with his washcloth.*\n\n\"Welcome back, Almann. Hope you had a nice walk.\" \n\n*Artoria, ignoring the small talk, walked over to a booth on the right side of the tavern. She sat on one end, her eyes growing wide as she realized that she'd left her coin pouch with her air strider.*\n\n\"Yo, Almann! You're going to have to pay for this one. I kind of forgot my cash.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann waves back with the old man. His name was Orwen, and his family had owned this place for almost 6 generations. The old coot made sure to keep the place up to par no matter who entered. He was a master of hospitality and it showed. The fire pit was nice and warm, with meat on the spit no matter what time of day it was. The mead was always (mysteriously) nice and cool, and there never seemed to be fights around._\n\n_Orwen himself was a barrel of a man, and while he left the more grunt tasks to his son, he had enough strength to bash the heads of two patrons who decided to cause trouble. He also had enough smarts and wisdom to fix things that were broken around the inn. That didn't stop Almann from chipping in where he could though to help lessen his bill._\n\n\"It is good to be back. I brought a guest this time.\" _he gestures towards Artoria_\n\n_Orwen raises an eyebrow_\n\n\"A lady? She's definitely in better shape than some of the game you bring in. Be glad lass that he didn't char you before bringing you in here.\" _he chuckles._\n\n_Almann grunts at the old man's humor. It seemed he was doing well. A young woman comes out from the kitchen to serve today's stew to one of the guests in the back corners of the inn. Almann gestures her over._\n\n_The girl had a simple face and features, standing at about Artoria's height, with walnut colored hair and similarly colored eyes. Her welcoming face was covered in freckles, and gave a warm smile as she began to speak._\n\n\"Al, you'll have the usual?\" \n\n_To his dismay, the girl almost treats Almann like an uncle by the way she talks. He wasn't that old for gods sakes..._\n\n\"Aye, todays stew and a pint...\"\n\n_Almann chuckles_\n\n\"Your nicknames always make me sound like an old man Cilia, I'm not too much older than you or our guest here.\"\n\n_Cilia puffs her cheeks and gives a curt response._\n\n\"Well if you didn't act like such an old man...\"\n\n_Almann simply rolls his eyes and sits back in his chair, gesturing to Artoria._\n\n\"Artoria here is looking for a warm meal and drink, I'm sure you've got something you can cook up in the back that will satisfy her.\"\n\n_He turns to Artoria fully_\n\n\"Simply tell her a dish to cook and they will see what they can do. Don't be shy now, I'm paying.\"\n\n_Gods he hoped his wallet wouldn't be cleaned out tonight..._" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Artoria, after being told that she could order any dish she wanted, had to stop for a moment to think about what to eat. Despite her aristocratic upbringing, the days in the forest had caused her noble palatte to diminish; she could go for anything right now. In the wilds, she found that dining as a fox would proportionally fill her belly as a human, though she definitely lacked the culinary skill to prepare a dish that wouldn't disappoint her. The most she could do was char a small piece of meat with her fire, blackening it and eating the product. It always tasted the same way: charred and crunchy, like eating a piece of coal.*\n\n*What should she eat now, though? She heard Almann say to the girl... Cilia, was it? Right, Cilia, that she he would have 'the usual': stew and a pint of mead or beer, she assumed. To be honest, stews paled in comparison to other dishes to Artoria; why have a stew when you could have steak? Or porkchops? Or just anything else? Yes she knew beef stew and the like existed, yet to her she'd rather enjoy the raw meat instead of bits and pieces of it in a stew.*\n\n*She'd rest her head on one of her hands on the table, looking towards the east wall as she fantasized about what she'd eat that day. As much as she wanted to, she wouldn't go for meat. There weren't many opportunities for her to eat out like this, so she had to try something new. Then again, nothing really came to mind; the only other thing she could think about eating was bread, but that wouldn't be nearly enough to fill her stomach. What to do...*\n\n*Suddenly, her ears perked up as she got an idea of what to eat. She turned at Almann, looking at him with a mischevous glint in her eye, then politely turned to face Cilia.*\n\n\"Whats the most *Expensive* Thing you have on the menu?\" *She asked, a slight grin forming across her face.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann grits his teeth. Damn her! Not even he knew what as the most expensive thing on the menu. Never trust a kitsune to use one's charity with temperance. He usually got cheaper foods since he didn't have a picky palate anyways. He could hear his pockets screaming already..._\n\n\"You know act-\" _Almann is cut off as Cilia pipes up and claps her hands together_\n\n\"I'm glad you asked! We have a multi-course specialty we prepare for special guests (such as yourself). Spiced suckling pigs spit roasted to your liking, with a side of lamb and today's special cheese. There is also a desert course with assorted fruits and fresh yoghurt with a custard pie on the side. Of course, we also cook up todays mixed vegetables if that is also to your liking which would be...\"\n\n_Cilia pauses for a moment, dashes to the kitchen, and dashes back._\n\n\"...Roasted leeks with garlic and onion, which also happens to come with river trout for a _small_ extra fee.\"\n\n_She emphasizes small by shrinking her pointer finger and thumb together_\n\n\"Our drinks include mead, spiced mead, ale, spiced ale, wines, and an assortment of wheat spirits.\"\n\n_Almann had to prevent his jaw from dropping to the floor. How does an inn have so much to offer!??!? He gives a defeated grunt, massages his temples in irritation and speaks up once more._\n\n\"I'm going to need an extra order of mead with mine...\"\n\n_Good thing he recently got his shipment of coin of the profits from his shop in Ainakil..._" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*It was flattering, to be honest, that Cilia thought that they were both 'special guests.' She felt a little bad for doing Almann dirty like that, but then again, he DID say he was going to pay, right? Although, taking advantage of someone never really struck her fancy; she'd have to pay the man back after the meal was done and done. If she remembered, of course.*\n\n*The meal itself sounded less like a \"Dish\" And moreso an entire feast. To be honest, it was quite astounding on how such a small inn could afford such grand dining; suckling pigs, fruits, yogurt... How could they just have all the ingredients lying around to even make this kind of thing? Artoria imagined that the most expensive thing they'd have was some sort of high-grade steak with some exotic spices and seasonings - a far cry from what had just been offered to them.*\n\n*Though, she definitely couldn't deny it, could she? It wasn't everyday that you could eat like a king, especially during these trying times. She heard that there was a war going on with the Salvainian Empire and the Silnarian Empire over slaves, but that was all she could remember. Almost all wars called for an excess of food supplies to be delivered to soldiers, leaving only the upper class to be granted such grandiose culinary treats. Besdies, the average serf couldn't just go out and afford a meal like this; Artoria estimated the cost of the entire meal to be 10 - no, at least 15 - gold. Judging from how Cilia described it, though, it'd be worth it.*\n\n*TOTALLY worth it.*\n\n\"Let's go with that. I don't think we'll need the river trout, to be honest; The pigs and the lamb should be more than enough to fill both of us up. Hell, I'm not sure if I'll be able to get to the dessert!\" *She said, looking at up towards Cilia.* \"You can sure bet that I'll try to, though.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_The good thing about Almann's hearing abilities is that they are easy to conceal. He knew most of what happened behind the scenes of this inn, why they are so successful yet secluded, why they can offer such lavish courses, why, despite lacking any guards, a bandit party hadnt burned the place down and stolen their riches. Old Oswen wasnt enough security for such things._\n\n_The truth was that The Tired Giant was a favorite of the local noble's, for more than one reason. Their grub and drink were good sure, but more importantly, they acted as an underground hub for trafficked slaves in the area. Old Oswen isnt just an inn owner, but he's also an experienced slave trader. He made more than enough money on the side swindling nobles on the best of slaves from macen grunts to...\"Servant\" Oni to afford such luxuries. The slave trade was the reason why Almann found this place anyways, he had heard along the grapevine a notorious slaver by the name \"The Mountan\" Had retired some years ago in this region and wanted to figure out what he was doing in now. Perhaps he could learn some conventional trading wisdom from him. Oswen didnt know Almann was knew about his secret past, or that the supposedly retired slaved trader still participated in his business. Almann wanted to keep it that way. This place was quiet and peaceful, and he felt it wrong to disturb such a sanguine place._\n\n_Almann then thought about the bill. Instead of blackmailing the folks that run this place he'd have to get in a haggling match with The Mountain. He looked forward to this, testing his skills against a veteran more than twice his age._\n\n_Cilia was a novice, this was clear now. Almann wasnt even sure she knew who her father was besides being the owner of the local nobles favorite inn. Her espousing such a fine course meal would arouse suspicion from any semi-experienced traders or merchants._\n\n_As Cilia walked away she got an exceptionally quick angry glance from her grandfather. It was such a quick and nuanced response that if Almann wasnt expecting some sort of backlash for her blunder he wouldnt have noticed. Hopefully all of this didnt arouse any suspicion from Artoria, hed like to talk to her in relative peace._\n\n_Almann laced his fingers together on the table and grins._\n\n\"So let's start where we last left off, what did you do for work right after we torched that hideout?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Come to think of it, Artoria had forgotten where she went right after they'd raided the hideout of the guild. Only thing she could remember was that she'd had a one to one conversation with Syele about... A house? Something along those lines. She'd done so much in the past months that it was hard to pinpoint something that specific in her odd timeline of events. She thought hard on the subject; she could remember a good portion of what happened AFTER the raid, forgot when those events took place. Though, did it really matter too much?*\n\n\"About that, I don't really remember what happened after that raid. Well, not the specifics. I can give you a rundown on EVERYTHING that happened so far, but I can't seem to recall exactly what I did, y'know? You want that explanation instead?\" *She said, keeping her voice respectfully low.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann nods. He didn't want to know all the specifics anyways. Just the more interesting things that would peak his interest. Almann also didn't blame her if she didn't remember the events after, she had suffered some nasty injuries during the raid._\n\n\"Whatever you see fit in sharing after the raid, and what lead to your... Current situation.\"\n\n_He really was interested in how the lad he met in the raid ended up this way. Almann had never heard of such sorcerery capable of making such a drastic change. Perhaps a curse? Something else? Perhaps Artoria doesn't even know._" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Her current situation? Even she had no clue on how she changed so exponentially with seemingly zero notice. Let's see...*\n\n\"Let's backtrack a bit first. I think that when we raided the hideout, I'd already became a wanted man - well, woman, in this case. Looking back on it, I never stay too long in the same area these days; when Marco put my bounty up for the entirety of New Sunlight to see, I was already a good ways away from the alpha base. You know, the one in New Salvainia. I really just spent my days alone in the woods, practicing magic, eating, sleeping - you get the drill. Occasionally I'd wake up with a letter on my face after a good rest, though, which were always letters from 'The Boss's Employees'. I never really figured out how they managed to find me all the time. \n\nIt was from one of those letters where I got the notice of the raid on the guild. And I think we both know how well *That* Ordeal went, right? After that, I went back to the usual; killing time until the next job came. Sounds mundane, right? Well it was; being alone with nothing but your own thoughts is never good company, especially when those thoughts are... Less than pleasant. I'll leave it at that.\"\n\n*She paused, looking towards the direction of the bar. The old man, Orwen, seemed to be paying them no mind. Artoria knew Almann said they could keep their mouths sealed, yet she still had to take some precaution. You could never be too careful, right?*\n\n\"I digress. I believe it was after one of my most recent jobs that I'd been caught by some group of New Sunlight members. Looking back, It might've not been brightest idea to set fire to an entire village to assassinate 2 people - or was it 3? I forget the details. Anyway, I was walking towards the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean, just minding my own business. I managed to scale the cliff to reach the beach, and for a while there, I just stopped to admire the view. You gotta believe me Almann, the full moon reflecting on the sea was just so... Beautiful, in a sort of pure way. When you get the chance, you gotta see it for yourself! \n\nAnd then those bastards came at me. Without warning. One of them literally jumped off the cliff's edge with an air strider - mind you, this cliff was about 12 meters tall, but still - the lengths of which some hunters will go for some pocket gold is insane to me. I think it was... A squad of 4? No, a squad of 3. It was a squad of 3: a mage, an archer, and a knight riding an air strider. Anyway, you can guess how that went. I had to fight my way out of that situation. And I was winning, too! I managed to take down the archer - by the way, he was a summon - and drive off the mage and the knight. They baited me to this small shack in the woods, where there was this alchemist mixing up some weird brew and mumbling about 'property damage' and 'farmland.'\n\nAt that point, the real archer showed up and started firing arrows at me from the top of the shack. I had to hide behind a tree, just so I didn't get shot in the head. It was a standoff for a good bit; then I decided to just fuck it all and charge right through. At that point, the alchemist threw a bottle of something at me; of course, I didn't notice it's effects at the time. I was so focused on the battle. I ran into the shack where the mage was, and then from that point, it was a 2v1 scenario; me vs the archer and the mage. The alchemist ran off somewhere. In the end, I took down the archer, but the mage got away. I'm pretty sure my bounty got a bit raised for that situation. New Sunlight doesn't have a lot of knights to spare, does it?\" *She finished sheepishly.*\n\n\"After that, I gathered their gear and stole the knight's air strider. I sold all of it for a pretty hefty sum, then went back in the woods to sleep. When I woke up... God. It was so horrifying at first. I thought I switched bodies at first, but that wouldn't have made sense. If I switched bodies, I would've ended up somewhere entirely different. It dawned on me that somehow I managed to turn into a woman. I had breasts, my hair grew longer, and my penis disappeared. My penis is gone, Almann. My penis is fucking gone...\"\n\n*She sighed, remembering how badly the first few days were. The fox had to relearn how to piss, shit, and occasionally she woke up in the nights bleeding from way down under. It was a nightmare. Hell, she couldn't even go to a tavern without a cloak on because people - men, women, elves, onis alike - would just constantly start hitting on her. Artoria rubbed her temples. The thought of it all gave her a headache.*\n\n\"Well, I got used to it. That's basically what happened, though. Whaddya think?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing. It took all his energy in fact, to keep a straight face at the last couple of sentences Artoria muttered. He'd never seen someone so dejected about their member. He'd be similarly upset he'd imagine, but it was hilarious nonetheless._\n\n\"Well it is... Interesting to say the least. The gods do not seem to favor you. Either way, alchemists and the like are always the dodgy bunch. Knew a guy on my campaign along the Irtutian border, one of my officers in fact, the poor guy ended up turning himself into red mist after our tour was over in an experiment gone wrong.\"\n\n_He'd never heard of any type of alchemy causing someone to turn into the opposite sex. Curses of such types were not common from what he understood either. The gods do not favor Artoria obviously. Almann scratches stubble and keeps his voice low._\n\n\"So what is your plan now? To keep on running from the guild? What's your bounty?\" _Almann grinned_\n\n_He didn't plan on telling her he was a member of New Sunlight, not like it would make much of a difference. The guild to him was a stepping stone for atonement and his ambitions, that much didn't change. _" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Her bounty? Honestly, she had no idea how high up it was at this point. The only thing she could do was give a rough estimate of the amount of gold her head was worth.*\n\n*... Hold on.*\n\n*She thought, for a moment, on whether or not the bounty remained on her head, Artoria's, or her old self's person: Arthur. As far as New Sunlight knew, they'd only know that Arthur Dax had managed to turn into a woman; they didn't know what that woman looked like. Well, save for a few, of course; it was unlikely, however, that any of the people that knew her face also knew how to draw. It was safe to assume that her appearance was still in the dark.*\n\n\"That sounds about right, Almann.\" *She said, punctuating her sentence by pointing a finger towards him.* \"I can't let myself get sentenced to centuries in prison, can I? Anyway, as for my bounty? Last time I checked, or rather, last time I was told, it was 300 gold. That was when I departed from New Sunlight. With all that I've done, I believe that bounty has been raised to... 750 ish gold.\"\n\n*She stopped, furrowing her eyebrows at Almann. She glared into his eyes, the piercing gray of her iris meeting the brown of his.*\n\n\"You're not planning to take my bounty for yourself, are you?\" *She said, her voice as cold as winter frost.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann offered a fiery laugh in response. Hopefully that would melt some of the ice coming from her voice. She was smart enough to pick up on the question. Artoria still answered it though to his surprise. 750 gold is more than most people make in their lifetimes. It could set him up for success, or he could lose his life and his journey would end there. He'd rather not, considering the ground he had made with her. It really did boggle his mind the amount of money the guild had. All the more reason to get be put in charge of their ledgers. He had to remember that he was on a mission for atonement and power, with the former being the more important._\n\n\"No, I wasn't all that keen on claiming the bounty before and I'm not keen on doing it now. Trust me, if I was tempted to take the bounty I would've tried to already. Besides, I make a good living in peace with my shop in Ainakil, and I've made plenty of allies there. I need to start making more friends than enemies here in Salvainia and elsewhere for what I desire to come to fruition.\"\n\n_Almann thought for a minute, perhaps maybe he could strike a deal with her if he were to reveal his membership to the guild. Perhaps he could pay off her bounty in the future, when he had more power to dissolve it. He'd have to ponder a little bit more before revealing that deal though. He was more interested in her current ambitions._\n\n_He could hear out of his right ear that their meal was a good 10-15 minutes from being finished. That would be plenty of time to grill her further about the future and butter he up enough to learn more information. Knowledge is about as valuable as gold these days so they say._\n\n_Almann stretches and crosses his arms._\n\n\"So what's your plan now?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Artoria cooled down a bit, yet still remained a bit wary now that the thought of her bounty was brought up to the table. Bringing up the price of someone's head was definitely a way to strain the atmosphere, was it not? Whatever the case, she didn't want to think about it anymore. The thought of people going after her corpse was enough to give her a chill; knowing that there are people out there who would gladly tear you apart for gold was a bit intimidating to her. She assumed that it was the same for everyone; Who would just be fearless as hordes of hunters came after such an inflated bounty put on you?*\n\n*About her 'plan'? She honestly had no clue. Artoria relaxed her posture a bit, thinking momentarily before opening her mouth.*\n\n\"The best plan, Almann,\" *She said,* \"Is to not have one. Well, that's one i'm telling myself. There're a bunch of goals I'd like to reach, sure, but no plan I can come up with can ever find a way towards those goals. One that doesn't involve me going to prison for god knows how long, anyway. As of right now, I'm just trying to scrape along. I don't know what I'm doing. Everyday is more or less the same for me, save for a couple of fights here and there. I haven't been contacted at all either for any new jobs, too. Everything's just so... Stagnant. I honestly could really use a break from it all, somehow. I don't know.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann nods. Perhaps now was his chance to offer her a deal. He could tell some of the lower hunters to stay away from Artoria, stating that the hunt wasn't worth the bounty. Almann has used persuasion tactics his entire life, spreading gossip, amassing a legend, and making life harder and easier for certain people was his forte. Now, dropping the massive truth on Artoria would not only make her wary, but hostile to him. He'd have to get her to trust him somehow. Perhaps his ear-rings? He hadn't worn them in ages, but they were still the first things he ever forged._\n\n_They were precious keepsakes to him, but he would have give them up to earn her trust._\n\n_Almann shifts in his chair._\n\n\"You know, merchants keep mementos. Usually worthless things in the eyes of other merchants and the masses at large. Things that mean more to them as symbols of the milestones of their successes. They inspire us merchants to go on even in our failures, to remind many of us of our humble beginnings, or the inheritance we received from our forefathers and their successes.\"\n\n_Almann takes his bronze earrings out of his pouch. The earrings themselves are... Unremarkable but well kept. They are made of polished bronze (obviously clean and well kept) waxed enough to see one's reflection in them. When exposed to fire, moonlight, or sunlight, they give off a small warm glow. To demonstrate this Almann blows a small puff of fire on each of them, and sets them on the table._\n\n\"Do you know what these are?\" _He moves to a more serious tone_" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Merchants and Mementos; she could relate a tiny bit on the idea of keeping something to remember your roots. It was the reason why she kept her father's salvaged timepiece; even though her parents were long gone, it was both good to check the time and remind Artoria of idyllic days lost to time. She may not be a merchant, but keeping valuable personal items on yourself was an idea that she could align with. Unconsciously, she took out the timepiece from the inside of her cloak, feeling the coolness of the brass against her pale skin. Turning it over in her hands, rubbing her thumb on the back to feel the engraving on the back that spelled out her father's name. It was nice to know that even in these foreign lands, she was carrying with her the legacy of her family. Though, she wasn't setting such a good impression, was she?*\n\n*She watched as Almann adjusted in his chair, taking out a bronze pair of... Earrings? The fox saw the man lightly breathed a small puff of flame onto each of them, causing both to glow like captured suns against the dark oak table. To be quite frank, they were very interesting. She knew that metal could theoretically contain heat, yet the miniature glow emitting from the earrings still intriguied her nonetheless. Metals never glowed like that; at least, from what she'd seen so far. She fiddled around with her watch a bit more before putting it back inside her cloak as Almann turned to look at her.*\n\n*'Do you know what these are?'*\n\n\"Yeah,\" *She said.* \"They're earrings. Where'd you buy them? They look pretty cool.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann shakes his head. He would have to spell it out for her. The signs of her face and the movement of her hands would suggest she had something of value as well and understood the importance of personal artifacts, in contrast to her apparent aloofness. He could hear her mess with something underneath her coat. Those who have something they cherish on them often reach for it instinctively for memory recall, clarity, or comfort. . Almann's hearing seems to have paid off once more._\n\n\"I made them. They are the first things I crafted with my own two hands. Steppe elves have smithing and minor enchanting methods that allow for properties such as the glow you see. These earrings are a prime example of the knowledge imparted to me by my guardian. You might remember that I gave them up to one of the statues as a sacrifice to pass the trial in the hideout. That is because there are very few things in this world that are more valuable than these to me.\"\n\n_Almann fiddles with the ring on his right hand. It was a ring of a slaver he picked off a corpse on one of his raids. It turned out the ring belonged to one of the more large slaving families that were based in the heart of the Irtutian League. This ring was a reminder to him of his involvement in the trade, and would play a role later when interacting with Oswen. But that will have to wait. For now, he needed to take a gamble at gaining the trust of Artoria._\n\n\"I intend on giving them to you as a sign of trust on my behalf before I reveal to you what plans I have for the future. These plans might just favor you as well, if you are willing to listen and trust me. But first, can I trust _you_ Artoria Dax?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*She continued to eat the rest of her food, paying almost no notice to Almann. God knows how long it's been since she had a proper meal. Eating the food was like the first drops of rain in the desert; it refreshed her palatte and sated her appetite, but she enjoyed every single bite of it. Midway through eating her roasted pig, she used a napkin nearby to wipe off the grease from her sword, and also used it to wipe the leaked juices from her hands after setting the pig down on it's platter. She stopped, grabbing the pair of earrings that Almann had pointed at. He said not to lose those, for they were good luck; it'd be best if she put them on so she wouldn't forget them later.*\n\n*She grabbed one, then realized she wouldn't be able to properly pierce both of the ears so that the earrings wouldn't be lopsided from the side profile. She imagined that getting your ears pierced was one of those things you had to get right the first time, otherwise it'd be ruined entirely.*\n\n\"Hey Almann,\" *She said, watching him slowly finish his lamb.* \"Mind putting on these earrings for me? I don't think I'll be able to do it myself.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann puts his food down and wipes his hands with a clean cloth. The truth was that he hadn't pierced his own ears, and has never pierced the ears of anyone else, let alone someone with... Non-human ears. He did know the procedure, and figured it couldn't be that difficult given his history of having steady hands. He judged that it might be better to be closer to the outer ridge of her ears, they would be more sturdy there and less likely to weigh them down fully._\n\n_He nods._\n\n\"Sure, but it will sting a little. Hold still.\"\n\n_Almann gets up and walks over to Artoria, taking out one of his sharpest steel knives to perform the operation. He figured he would put them up about half height from the top of her head to the tip of the ear about 1.5 cms from the outer edge. Gently, he positions the knife so as to make a small hole for the earring. To create counter-pressure, he positions his thumb putting pressure on a small piece of leather on the other side of the ear. He noticed that her ears were soft. Were all kitsune's ears this soft? He resisted fiddling with them more than need be._\n\n_He quickly pricks a small hole at the desired position of the earring, wiping away what blood propagated from the small hole, and threaded the thin part of the earing through, clasping it the loop closed. One earring down._\n\n_Almann gently grabs her head and turns it slightly towards him so he can get a better angle to position the earring. It seems he is completely focused on the task at hand. Like before, he simply repeats the step of piercing and and threading the earring through. It looks like his steady hands payed off. They are both lined up with each other approximately from the same distance from the top of the head and inwards on the ear._\n\n_He grins and pats her head._\n\n\"Done. You will need to keep them on until your ears heal if you wish to be able to take them on and off again. Cleaning your ears should be as easy as wiping them and the earrings down with clean booze.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Artoria nodded as Almann walked over to her side, handing him the earrings as she turned towards the wall. It was only then, out of nervous anticipation, when she decided to ponder the differences between piercing a kitsune ear and a human ear. It dawned on her that the earrings were originally designed for macen and humanoid ears; not animal ears like hers. Now she didn't know the procedure, but she knew that Almann did; or at least she believed so. That was for people with normal ears, though - again, not for hers. Distrusting the operator as the patient right before the operation never was a good thing. Nonetheless, she tried to keep a cool head as she heard the drawing of a sharp knife from it's sheath.*\n\n\"Wh- What was that?\" *She squealed softly before feeling the grasp of a large, calloused hand on her head.* \n\n*She felt Almann's spare hand constantly brush up and down her ears as he simultaneously drug the knife slightly on the outer edge of her ear, away from the soft inside. Feeling leather opposite of the knifepoint, she closed her eyes, prepared for the prick of metal through the outer ridge. There was a pause where Almann's hand was still, then she felt a small sting where the knife went through. A pang of pain shot through her body, but quickly went away. She could feel the needle weave it's way through the hole left behind by the knife, and then it was over. Nothing really changed, from what she could see; she only felt her right ear slightly become heavier as the bronze weighed down a bit.*\n\n\"That kinda hur-\" *She said as she got cut off by Almann turning her head towards his. By the gods, he was... Rather close. Too close for her comfort, anyway; she felt her cheeks instinctively go red as blood rushed to them. It put Artoria a bit on the spot, with his face so close to hers, yet Almann didn't seem to mind. Why did she?*\n\n*Absolutely entranced by the operation, Almann swiftly mimiced what he'd done to the previous ear to the current one, all with Artoria staring down to her boots. The knife piercing's pain was drowned out by her thoughts of trying not to mind the distance between the two, and it was over seemingly faster than the ear before. Almann patted her head, causing Artoria to look up at him as he grinned. To be frank, she was rather flushed at the entire ordeal; she barely kept up with his tangent about the cleaning and healing and the like.*\n\n\"Alright, I got you...\" *She began.* \"For the record, though? I'm still a guy at heart, man. Don't be so close to my face next time. And *Don't* Pat my head. I don't like headpats. Makes me feel inferior.\" \n\n*That last part was a lie. She did like headpats.*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*They walked down the same way they came, reaching the familiar break in the wilderness where the fallen log marked their initial meeting point - and their soon-to-be departing point. The entire time walking back, Artoria couldn't help but think back on the meal they just had; the food absolutely filled her stomach to the brim, and she felt like her abdomen was about to spill open due to the sheer amount of food she ate. Occasionally she would rub the brim of her ear where the earrings were, trying to adjust to the odd feeling of metal weighing down on both ears. It seemed a bit awkward, but she'd get used to it eventually.*\n\n*She stopped once the log came upon them. Upon arrival, she turned back towards Almann, who was a ways off in the back. It looks like he'd been lagging behind ever since she left early from the tavern; nevertheless, she waited for him to get to the log. It'd be rude to just leave without saying goodbye.*\n\n\"Thanks for the food, Almann.\" *She said, sticking her hand out for a handshake.* \"I'll catch you later, yeah?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann walks his way back to the spot where they had met. Along the way his nose is once again filled with the sounds of the night. It was lively, with the calls of owls, frogs, and insects. Almann could even hear the sounds of some of the smaller fauna coming out to forage for the night. He never would get sick of the wilds. As he arrived at the stop he took his pipe out of his pocket once more and began to nurse the fuel inside to a smolder._\n\n_This whole interaction was interesting, and he wondered when he'd be able to have such a entertaining experience once again. He didn't dwell on it took long as he shook Artoria's hand._\n\n\"No problem. I'll be sure to do a bit of gossiping around New Sunlight to drive off some of the more greedy and annoying bounty hunters. Don't get caught ya hear?\" _He gives a mischievous grin._" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"I got you. Hey, thanks man. Appreciate it.\" *She said, returning Almann's smile.*\n\n*She wouldn't stagnate for too long, however. Once she finished giving Almann a firm handshake, she would turn towards where she had fell out of the trees just hours earlier, walking back into the wilderness. She heard the lighting of a pipe, smelling the scent of smoke amidst the dew and the wind amongst the forest. The calls of owls and wolves filled the night, returned by the increasing volume of crickets, cicadas, and beetles. Her ears would twitch slightly as she slowly made her way over the bush she tripped over, then used the night vision given to her by the amulet to trace back the path left by the beaten down grass from earlier. The smell of smoke would eventually disappear as she reached the edge of the forest where her air strider was, along with her other stuff.*\n\n*She'd saddle the bird, petting it's plumage as she paused for a moment on the border between the wilds and a great horizon of rolling hills. The moon was straight in the middle of the sky, which meant that it was roughly... 12 am? Eh, it didn't matter. What did matter, however, is that she'd have to get moving. Nowadays, she could never spend too much time in the same place; people out patrolling would definitely stumble on her if she remained stopped in one area for too long, like what happened with the New Sunlight bounty hunters.*\n\n*Getting out of her thoughts, she would spur her air strider to have it start moving. She didn't know where she'd end up, nor did she care. With one last gaze back towards the forest, she would begin her ride into the night.*" } ]

[ { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Instead of sitting back down on the stump, Almann decided to go further in the woods and find a nice tree to get some sleep under. As he made his way towards his desired location, he would pick up movements in a clearing. It was a herd of deer. He could rely on them to warn him of any predators as they lay down in the tall grasses before dawn as they often did. He could pick them up quite easily with his sight and ears, so he could tell when they were spooked. He decided to lay down in the small grassy clearing among the taller weeds and doze off._\n\n_Before he knew it, it was the morning. The sounds of the nocturnal fauna were replaced by diurnal ones. It was a peaceful night, except for the couple of times he had to shake some of the larger snakes and rodents off of him. He was accustomed to sleeping in most places. This was because he could've been in battle at anytime along the border of the Irtutian League. Ambushes and last minute call to arms by the company he was in wasn't uncommon. The border clashes there were sporadic and bloody, often lasting weeks on end and requiring soldiers to sleep wherever they could before the next battle._\n\n_He stood up and accessed his surroundings. It must've been mid-morning (10 am by his estimations), and he decided he would go ahead and practice some swordplay._\n\n_He unsheathes Anhet from his side. This blade had given him much strife, but it had been extremely reliable. It's several forms proved useful in many situations during his campaigns. He knew they would in the future as well._\n\n_He practiced simple forward strikes, go towards more complex movements and counters, and then shapeshifting the weapon between it's three forms with complex movements he'd used before. The mace was good in close quarters and against armored targets. The spear was good against cavalry and larger opponents. Practicing each form was essential to keep himself in shape._" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*Justinian trotted through the forest, hoping to find... Something, a purpose, a meaning. He kept going.\n\nAfter another twenty minutes, he saw a clearing, and he slowed his pace, in case bandits lie hidden there. Not that it would help, with his arrows jostling in his quiver, the chaimmail on his torso crashing, his hooves clacking, and the Caparisun making swoosh noises with his movement. He was not a stealthy creature.\n\nHe entered in to the clearing, letting the sun soak in to his face, before noticing a two legger practicing with a mace*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann picked up the centaur long before the centaur saw him. He'd heard this one's kind before. They were ferocious warriors and dangerous at best. Their pride and reputation were unmatched in mercenary circles, even though they were few and far between in that field of work. He chose to let the centaur make the first move and he shifts the mace form of Anhet back to the spear form... Just in case._\n\n_He knew if he had wandered into centaur territory (which happens sometimes even in the Salvanian Empire) he would be pressed to act quickly in response to hostility. They are fast, and quick to anger. Either way, he continued to practice the spear form of Anhet, making sure to put effort into every overhead and underhead thrust._" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "\"Hail there, Macen\" *Bellowed the tall horseman* \"You seem to swing your toothpick well\" *He gestured to the spear.*\n\n*The centaur moved up a little, getting a better look at the human. This human looks like they have also seen war.*\n\n\"Sadly you've trespassed in to centaur lands\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann pauses. Did he want to give up this nice practicing spot? Not really. He wasn't in the mood for compromise after his morning routine was interrupted. He also didn't appreciate his spear being called a \"Toothpick\"._\n\n\"Oh, is that so? A shame then.\" _He moves back slightly to give himself a little bit more distance between him and the centaur._\n\n\"You see, I quite like this spot, and it did puzzle me why there was so many prey animals around here. They must be protected by your kind.\"\n\n_He shrugs_\n\n\"I was planning on breaking my fast here, and I still do. I wasn't going to use this 'toothpick' though to catch them, though the weapon has proved itself useful against... Certain creatures before.\" \n\n_His allusions might not be picked up by the centaur, but his spear had been used against his kind before. It has also been used against their less intelligent cousins in war destriers and other breeds of horses. Anhet's spear form was hardy enough to withstand a charge, this he knew._" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "\"A pitty\"\n*Taking his massive kite shield in one hand, and his lance in the other, the centaur charged at the insolent macen, putting a good portion of his strenght in to the charge. After he passed the macen, he kicked back with his hind legs, in case the two legger had dodged*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann decides to act quickly, casting multiple spells at one time. His experience with simultaneously casting spells comes in handy once in a blue moon._\n\n_He decides to go with his bronze lance. He launches a bronze lance at the legs of the centaur in an attempt to injure his legs. In the mean time he casts Veteran's Blow and Brawn of the Old Gods on himself. To prepare himself for a strike, he decides to roll to the right and dig his heels into the ground. Almann couches his spear, lifts his shield to protect his head from the lance, and launches himself forward and low, attempting to pierce the right underside of the centaur. His spear glows red, with it's imbued power due to it's Blessing of Strength._\n\n```Almann casts the following spells:\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nRegular cast: Bronze Lance (15 mana) at the legs of the centaur in order to blunt the charge.\n\nTotal cost: 33 mana\nCurrent Total mana: 77/110```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The lance went right in to the centaurs [bottom] right shoulder, leading to a scream of pain. The centaur casts \"Out of my way\" On his axe, and swings it at the macens chest*\n```spells cast\n\"Out of my way\"\n40/50 mana```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_It seems his hastily timed bronze lance missed the legs of the centaur. Almann grabs his weapon with his left hand as he takes the blow to the chest (which is mitigated by his lamellar chest plate) and is flown back by the spell, ripping the ranseur out of the side of the centaur because of the secure grip he is given by it's enchantments (Tethered). It's three pronged shape of the wound should weaken the creature faster through bleeding he figured. That's the best way to fight centaurs anyways, weaken them slowly, so they are slower beasts, and pounce on them when they falter._\n\n```Mana used: 0\nMana regen: 4.5\nCurrent/Total: 81.5/110 mana```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*Keeping his distance, he draws his bow, firing an arrow at the macen, he draws his shield again, and poises to use it and his axe to block any further strike attempts*\n\n`mana used: 0\nMana regen: 2\nCurrent total: 42/50 mana`" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann rolls to the right to avoid the arrow being shot at him from the centaur. He would wait until the arrow was aimed more clearly at a non-lethal part of his body to strike back at the bleeding beast. He could take a few arrows before being too burdened by the pain and wounds. On top of this, he had healing potions he could rely on and blood potions to make up for his own bleeding if his body didn't clot his wounds._\n\n```Mana Used: 0\nMana Regen: 4.5\nCurrent/Total: 86/110 mana```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*He continues his barrage, casting javelin, and throwing the javelin straight at the chest of the macen,*\n```mana used: 15\nMana regen: 2\nCurrent/total 29/50```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann rolls to the left in an attempt to dodge the javelin thrown by the centaur. The projectile is slower, so it should be easier to dodge. He knew they couldn't sustain magic for very long, he would have to rely on his arrows soon, and when he does, he will have his guard down for Almann to take advantage of._\n\n```Mana used: 0\nMana regen: 4.5\nCurrent/total: 90.5/110 mana```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*The centaur was running low on magic, and blood, so he tried one last desperate charge at the human rolling on the ground. He casts flaming weapon on his lance, uses his shield to cover his lower half, and charges full force*\n`mana used: 15\nMana Regen: 2\nCurrent total: 16/50`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Flaming strike not flaming weapon" } ]

[ { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann simulcasts two seperate smoke bursts. He plans on obscuring the area around him so he can buy time. He launches the two pots and seperate trajectories. The first pot is thrown so that it hits the centaur head on, obscuring his direct line of sight, and the second is thrown closer to Almann and slightly to the right, so as to give him cover as he rolls to the right._\n\n```Simulcast: x2 Smoke Burst thrown, one directly at the shield of Justinian, and other at the ground slightly to the right.\n\nMana Used: 30\nMana Regen: 4.5\nCurrent/Total: 65/110 mana```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*With his lance still covered in flames, he reorients himself and charges again, casting empowered strike*\n```mana used: 2.5\nMana regen: 2\nMana left; 15.5/51```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann launches two Bronze Lances at the from limbs of the centaur as he darts into the smoke. He should be able to hear the centaurs movements even with his vision obscured._\n\n```\nSimulcast: x2 Bronze Lances launched at both front limbs of the centaur.\n\nMana Used: 30\nMana regen: 4.5\nMana left: 39.5/110```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*His shield, which he was holding low in the first place, most likely blocks the lances. He continues his charge at the macen*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Unfortunately the smoke that Almann was using as cover dissipates. He keeps his shield close to his left breast and waits until the last second to roll to the right and dodge; He didn't want to give the centaur enough time to adjust for the last time. He also didn't feel like getting impaled today. The speed of the centaur should slow gradually he thought, and this was evident as Almann could hear the beast struggling a bit more every time run at him full charge. He would have to get to the trees though, he couldn't keep dodging forever..._\n\n```Mana Used: 0\nMana Regen: 4.5\nMana left: 44/110 mana```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*Almann was right, the beast was tired. He could only canter at the macen, in this slower charge, he had his shield ready to block, and watched closely at this slower speed to adjust for any dodge attempts*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann casts Denwen's Blessing and goes into a full sprint towards the tree line, attempting to get cover from the centaur. It would be difficult for the beast to weave through the trees fast enough to catch him._\n\n\n\nEffects: +5 m/s Running Speed\n\n\nMass Used: 15\nMana Regen 4.5\nMana left: 33.5```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*The centaur fires an arrow after the fleeing human. He doesn't give chase. Instead, he lays down and tends to his wound*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann hears the shoot the bow at his back, prompting him suddenly change direction. He decides dash to his right. He also heard that the centaur wasn't pursuing him. He deduced that this clearing must just be the domain of the centaurs. Almann wanted to defeat one himself though, and decides to wheel around to the centaur's right and charge at him. He couches his lance, raises his shield, and attempts to stab the centaur's flank as the centaur has seemingly decided to lay down in the middle of the clearing. Now was his chance to catch him off guard._\n\n_While he is charging, he free-casts Veteran's Blow and Brawn of the Old Gods, while activating Blessing of Strength on his ranseur._\n\n_Almann wasn't much for battle cries in war, he simply allowed his eyes and demeanor to tell the tale of his experience and ferocity in battle. His eye would turn to that of a viper's, with a vertical pupil and bright bronze iris, burning with a hunger for war. Almost like a snake trying to strike down it's prey._\n\n```\nCurrent Effects: \n\nDenwen's Blessing (4 turns left) | +5 m/s sprint cap\nBase Speed (passive/race) | 8 m/s\nVeterans Blow (3 mana, lasts for 1 blow) | +3 STR\nBrawn of the Old Gods (15 mana, lasts for 5 turns) | +3 STR\nBlessing of Strength (lasts for one blow, 3 turn cool down) | +4 STR\nWeapon Specialist (passive/perk) | +3 STR\nBase Strength (passive/race) | 4 STR\n\nSummary: \n\n17 STR for the next strike\n13 m/s sprint speed\n\nMana Used: 18\nMana Regen: 4.5\nMana left: 24.5/110```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*The centaur heard the macen not so quietly darting through the trees back towards him. He had enough time to stand up and grab his shield, and brace himself to block the incoming blow. After receiving the blow on his shield, he kicks out at almann with his front left leg*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann raises his shield to absorb the kick and stabs at the limb coming at him. His ranseur begins to glow. It would take a few seconds (next turn) to turn back into a sword. Almann wanted to get up close and personal, not giving the centaur enough space to canter up to a charge again. Centaurs did best in combat when they are in an open field, with lots of space to build up momentum._\n\n```Mana Used: 0\nMana Regen: 4.5\nMana left: 29/110```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*Justinian narrowly moved his foot out of the way of the strike. The centaur grabbed his axe, and casts OOMW on it again, aiming right at the skull of this annoying macen*\n\"Go. Before I kill you, Leave\"\n```Mana used: 10\nMana Regen: 2\nMana left: 13```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann raises his shield to parry the axe. At the same moment his shield is raised, his spear reverts back into a sword. He smiles._\n\n\"You're the one bleeding. Who is killing who?\"\n\n```\nCurrent effects:\n\nDenwen's Blessing (2 turns left) | +5 m/s sprint cap\nBase Speed (passive/race) | 8 m/s\nBrawn of the Old Gods (15 mana, 3 turns left) | +3 STR\nBase Strength (passive/race) | 4 STR\n\nMana Used: 0\nMana Regen: 4.5\nMana left: 33.5/110```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "\"I may be bleeding, but I have more blood than you boy\" *He bashes the human with his shield, following that with a downward strike with his axe*\n\n```mana used: 0\nMana regen: 2\nMana left: 15```" } ]

[ { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*He swings low with his axe at the human, towards his stomach, and then he kicks up at the macens head, he follows up by taking a few steps backwards, and holding his axe and shield in a position ready to defend from a charge*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann ignores the strike to the stomach. He has armor on do defend his torso. The blow to his abdomen would still hurt like hell though. He raises his shield to defend against the kick and stabs at the front of the centaur's horse body. He free-casts Veteran's Blow on himself as well._\n\n```Current Effects:\n\nBrawn of the Old Gods (15 mana, 1 turns left) | +3 STR\nVeteran's Blow (3 mana, until next blow) | +3 STR\nWeapon Specialist (passive, n/a) | +3 STR\nBase Strength (passive/race) | 4 STR\n\nMana Used: 3\nMana Regen: 4.5\nMana Left: 39.5/110```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*The centaur brings down his shield, blocking the strike. He follows up again with a axe swing to the head with empowered strike as well, hitting with a total of 10.5 strenght, enough to break a femur*\n`mana spent: 25\nMana regen: 2\nTotal mana: 16.5`" } ]

[ { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann raises his shield to catch the axe blow, free casting Brawn of the Old Gods and Veteran's Blow once more. \n\nHe attempts to give an overhead stab towards the face of the centaur. Perhaps he could slip through his guard and get a wound off on the human torso part of him. Either way, this was good experience against a type of opponent he wasn't used to fighting. Indeed, he had faced centaurs before, but not in a 1 on 1 engagement. They seem to be far tougher when its just one of them versus a macen._\n\n_Almann continued to relish in the combat. He looked forward to using the knowledge of this beast and many others in the future. Every experience was worth something._\n\n```Current Effects:\n\nBrawn of the Old Gods (15 mana, 5 turns left) | +3 STR\nVeteran's Blow (3 mana, until next blow) | +3 STR\nWeapon Specialist (passive, n/a) | +3 STR\nBase Strength (passive/race) | 4 STR\n\nMana Used: 18\nMana Regen: 4.5\nMana Left: 26```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "*The centaur raised his shield again, sending the macens blow in glancing off the rim of the sheild. Justinian raised his axe again, and swung it down at the left side of the macens head, it was a feint, and right before the axe hit, he raised his leg and kicked the puny human*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "`mana spent: 0\nMana regen: 2\nTotal mana: 18.5`" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann goes to deflect the axe blow with his shield again, and notices the leg barreling towards his chest. He takes the blow, to the chest, opting to stab the leg as it crushes against his rib cage. Veteran's Blow is recast._\n\n```Current Effects:\n\nBrawn of the Old Gods (15 mana, 5 turns left) | +3 STR\nVeteran's Blow (3 mana, until next blow) | +3 STR\nWeapon Specialist (passive, n/a) | +3 STR\nBase Strength (passive/race) | 4 STR\n\nMana Used: 3\nMana Regen: 4.5\nMana Left: 27.5\n\n1 Moderate Wound to the torso obtained```\n\n_Almann takes out a health potion and chugs it quickly. He could feel his bruised and cracked ribs heal and move back into place as he positions himself to engage the centaur once more. This was his first time bothering to use one. They were well made. Almann definitely needs to get more of these for future fights. He was lucky the kick didn't break any of his ribs and puncture organs._\n\n_Almann moves forward to engage the centaur once more, careful to stay out of range of his front hooves._\n\n_Before he goes for another strike he talks to the centaur._\n\n\"What is your name centaur?\"\n\n```Current Effects:\n\nBrawn of the Old Gods (15 mana, 5 turns left) | +3 STR\nWeapon Specialist (passive, n/a) | +3 STR\nBase Strength (passive/race) | 4 STR\n\nMana Used: 0\nMana Regen: 4.5\nMana Left: 32.0\n```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "\"Justinian\" *Said Justinian, making sure not get distracted* \"You are trespassing on traditional centaur lands, and it is my duty to remove you\"\n*He seems to relax, but about 1 second after that, he goes for a charge, using his lance one again*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann rolls to the right to dodge the lance charge. His reduction in speed was definitely more noticeable now._\n\n\"You seem to be having trouble doing that Justinian. Why is that?\"\n\n```Current Effects:\n\nBrawn of the Old Gods (15 mana, 2 turns left) | +3 STR\nWeapon Specialist (passive, n/a) | +3 STR\nBase Strength (passive/race) | 4 STR\n\nMana Used: 0\nMana Regen: 4.5\nMana Left: 36.5```" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "\"Because you stabbed me you onion sucking sheep skin\" *Justinian turned around and stopped, firing off an arrow* \"And you are still trespassing\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann laughs as he blocks the arrow with his shield._\n\n\"And all this land belongs to the empire. Your land is in a macen empire. You were conquered by a bunch of onion sucking sheep skins, centaur.\"\n\n_The goal was to coax him into making a mistake. Centaurs often were quick to anger and prideful. If you hurt their pride by telling them they were conquered by those they have contempt of._\n\n```Current Effects:\n\nBrawn of the Old Gods (15 mana, 1 turns left) | +3 STR\nWeapon Specialist (passive, n/a) | +3 STR\nBase Strength (passive/race) | 4 STR\n\nMana Used: 0\nMana Regen: 4.5\nMana Left: 41.0```" } ]

[ { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "\"I know. I served that macen empire for sixteen years. Now I live in my traditional lands.\"\n\"Leave now\"\n*He does nothing agressive*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann scratches the back of his head and sets down a healing potion for the centaur to use to heal his wounds (it heals two moderate wounds). He didn't get the rise he had hoped out of him, and it's clear the beast is a veteran of war. It was no longer entertaining for Almann to fight this centaur any longer. He got what information he wanted about centaurs and how they fight._\n\n_He shrugs and rests his spear on his shoulder as he walks away._\n\n\"It was a good fighting you Justinian.\"\n\n_He waves and offers a grin as he walks back in the woods._" }, { "author": "Justinian Aquinas", "message": "\"Goodbye insolent macen\"\n*The centaur had gained a respect for the fighting spirit of this macen, and the chilvalry. He takes the potion to heal his wounds. Lying down and thinking to past battles of his youth*" } ]

[ { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "It had been a few days, or weeks, since Zed left for his job and hadn't arrived yet. This worried Isabelle almost every day that she spent alone, mainly because she didn't know how to manage very well alone, at least in the part of being safe. She still hadn't learned any way to defend herself if she needed to, she only knew tasks that a slave should normally know.\n\nAnyway, nothing very bad happened to her in those days alone in the middle of the forest. The fae spent that time in the camp that Zed had set up among some trees, watching animals and nature during the day and sleeping at night. Sometimes she tried to study a little of the place around, and she bathed in a waterfall nearby, and she also read her book that would not leave her hands. She might as well have run away from that place, but it seemed that the longer she stood by Zed, the more she trusted and needed him. As if his presence was a necessity. Maybe for that reason she stayed in the camp, and well, the man wasn't even as bad as she thought the first time she saw him.\n\nToday Isabelle was trying to adapt her dress to the hot climate that was recently, making two tears where her thighs are and turning them into slits. Her coat she was wearing over it was wet after she washed it at the waterfall, so she hung it over the branch of a small tree, as it was not tall enough to put it in a better place. The girl had her hair tied, her delicate wavy curls that formed near the ends fell gently on her back and shoulders. While sewing and adapting her dress, she was only wearing a top that she had made for herself and her underwear. *After all, no one would be there, would they?*" }, { "author": "Zed", "message": "*God, he was late.*\n\n*He hadn't quite realized that maybe going to Silnaria from Irunia wasn't exactly the best choice in terms of time. He had to steal several horses in order to make it back this quickly.*\n\n*Was it worth it? Quite possibly. He had the chance to see that basically abandoned castle erupt in flames, alongside his good buddy Hitoshi. Though what had happened to _her_ was still unknown. He had seen the unconscious mage, who seemed to have held her own against the guards. The two titans though, were nowhere to be seen. Which, frankly, was quite odd. They had probably gotten themselves captured, like the big, lumbering oafs that they were.*\n\n*What was really beneficial about this was the _power_. He could feel the shadow magic coursing through his veins, giving him some brand new tendrils to work with. A new set of flexible, magical mail was also received, which wouldn't hinder him nearly as much as the old armor.*\n\n*However, none of these benefits could really compare to seeing Isabelle again.*\n\n*His footsteps, which normally would be heard throughout the forest, were nearly silent as he rushed through the forest. He was close, judging by the claw marks that he had put there using a dagger.*\n\n*What he wasn't expecting though, was for Isabelle's current attire. She was barely wearing _anything_, just enough to cover herself up.*\n\n\"I appreciate the tease, Isabelle, but really there's much better clothing options.\"" }, { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "She continued to perfect the slits in her dress, until a voice spoke not far from her. It took Isabelle a few seconds to realize the situation and whose voice belonged, her heart stopping in that moment. *'Z-Z-Z-Z-Ze-Zed...'* She thought, unable to speak at the moment but shivering a little from dropping the dress on the fallen tree trunk she was sitting on. She soon looked at Zed who could see her face turning completely red.\n\n\"I-I-I... I thought you would come back later... And don't look at me like that!\"\n\nIsabelle then turned again and took her dress, putting it on in a hurry so that the man would not see her in that situation any more. When it was over, she turned to him with shyness and shame, her face still red from being seen practically without clothes. Her tattoos on her arm shone as soon as sunlight invaded the leaves of the trees, as did her silvery lilac hair. Zed could see that her dress was slightly different, with a slit in each leg that made it easier for her to walk without tripping, although it exposed her skin. Her gladiator sandals came up just after the knees, and were tied with a perfect bow. Still a little shy, her voice a little low and shaky, she looked away and started to speak.\n\n\"I-I was starting to think you lost me. I'm glad you're back.\"" }, { "author": "Zed", "message": "\"Don't worry, I won't look.\"\n\n*The assassin places a hand over his face, smiling as he sees Isabelle turn beet red. His fingers do separate though. He just couldn't pass up this opportunity, seeing the embarrassed Fae rush to get her dress back on. When she's done, he removes his hand, giving her a nod of approval. Though, there seemed to be two slits cut into it. It would allow for better movement, _and also to see the area more easily-_*\n\n*Wait, no, not that. Better movement.*\n\n*He would also take notice of her golden tattoos, the color of the sunlight shining on them. It would remind Zed of his own, though they contrasted greatly, a jet black, containing the pure essence of shadow magic.*\n\n*Zed moves closer to Isabelle, giving her a warm embrace. It's been nearly; no, it _has_ been a month, and she's most likely been scared during that time. She needed someone. And to be honest, he felt a lot better with the close contact as well.*\n\n\"I did too. Just know that when I said I'll be back, I meant it. I keep my word.\"\n\n*That was a lie.*\n\n\"For you, at least.\"" }, { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "When she felt the man's arms around her in an embrace, Isabelle continued with the red color on her face, slowly accepting his gesture and hugged him back. Physical contact with people was something the Fae didn't like very much, but she felt comfortable when it was Zed, after all, with the time they were together she had already started to trust him. She had a sweet little smile on her lips as she started to speak.\n\n\"If you say so, then I believe. Oh, look what I found near the waterfall.\"\n\nBreaking their embrace by removing their arms from around Zed, Isabelle went over to where she was just sitting and picked up something from the floor with all the care in the world. As she approached again, Zed could see that she was holding a beautiful flower with shades of lilac and white which held an almost magical aura. Isabelle's small hands held the flower gently, and an expression of animation was shown on the girl's face." } ]

[ { "author": "Zed", "message": "*What Isabelle reveals to him is one of the most beautiful flowers he's ever seen. Not that he's seen many at all. The colors matched the Fae perfectly...*\n\n*Delicately, he picks up the flower by where the petals met the stem. Carefully, he places it in Isabelle's hair, nesting it carefully.*\n\n\"I think it looks better on you.\"\n\n*The flower, Isabelle, could be a message. Zed has searched for power for so long in his life that he had forgotten to sometimes enjoy the little things in life. Sure, he could appreciate a fine meal, but he never really took time to stop and smell the roses. Or in this case, lilacs. At least that's what he thinks they are. He's not a botanist.*\n\n\"You're ok right? Enough food, water, sleep?\"" }, { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "Again doing something like that, like he did it on purpose. But somehow, it didn't bother her, her heart always beat faster when he did something like that or came close to her. It was an inexplicable feeling for her, that despite being embarrassed and shy when he approached, Zed's presence made her happier. Isabelle's face was red from the man's comment about the flower, but she offered him a shy smile anyway.\n\n\"Thank you, Zed.\"\n\nLooking at him, what needed her to lift her head to get his face right, Isabelle looked at Zed with a somewhat cute concern.\n\n\"Yes, I'm fine. I got water near here, and I always went to sleep after checking that no one was around.\" She paused for a moment, looking him up and down. \"But I should be asking you that too! Did you get hurt? Did you get to eat there? And rested? Oh, did you bath?\"" }, { "author": "Zed", "message": "\"Glad to hear that you're ok. I'm fine. Decent food, enough rest, and the job went well. No injuries there. And, well, last time I did was about a week ago? There was this *Beautiful* Girl there-I'm kidding about that last part, don't worry.\"\n\n*As Zed teases Isabelle with that last part, his hand would rub her shoulder, just as assurance.*\n\n\"Let me just get all this gear off.\"\n\n*And he soon reveals a multitude of tools. 4 hook swords, 4 rondel daggers with a seemingly hollow, conical handle, a bow and quiver, and a set of heavy chainmail. It's blackened and looks like it takes up a lot more space than it normally should, yet Zed takes it off as if it were linen.*\n\n\"You don't know how to shoot, yet you have a bow, right? Would you like me to teach you?\"" }, { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "Isabelle listened carefully to what Zed had to say until he commented on his bath, which made her frown slightly and look with a more serious look in her eyes. Soon that expression faded with the man's explanation, even looking like she was relieved that it was a joke. With a smile and a nod, Isabelle stepped away from him a little so he could remove all his gear and be more comfortable.\n\nShe watched him take off his armor, using that time to see better what he looked like and what he carried with him. Something seemed to be different about him, but she wasn't sure exactly what it was. When he was finished, Isabelle thought for a moment before answering his question.\n\n\"Well, I think it would be good to learn to shoot. E-Especially with s-someone like y-you.\"\n\nShe looked away a little sheepishly, her cheeks being painted a faint shade of pink. Isabelle didn't understand why she still had shyness when talking to Zed, it didn't make much sense since the two had known each other long enough. But although the man spent a month on a job, then perhaps it was normal to have such a reaction." } ]

[ { "author": "Zed", "message": "\"Alright. Follow me.\"\n\n*Zed took up his bow and quiver, pointing towards a tree.*\n\n\"First, can I see you try to use it? Just as a baseline, so we can see how much you need to improve.\"\n\n*Zed plucks an arrow from the quiver, handing it to the young Fae. Damn, she was just so cute. Especially when blushing.*" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Someone popped a staff ping here?" }, { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "\"Okay.\"\n\nIsabelle stretched out her hand and waited a few seconds before her hand started to glow slightly with a lilac light, soon after her bow appeared in her hand. The bow was quite large and made of materials, at least peculiar, like silver, wood and leaves. Isabelle looked at it with a little sadness in her eyes, it was an object of importance to her, but it also brought unwanted memories of her old life.\n\nLooking at Zed in search of a sign of approval, Isabelle smiled a little to disguise her gaze from before and not to worry him about something silly. Given the sign of approval by him, the Fae turned her gaze to a tree not far from them, taking the arrow that Zed gave her and positioning it with the bow. Isabelle was going to load her shot, aiming right over one of the marks that Zed had made in the trees, and shooting the arrow. Then...\n\nThe arrow would not reach its target... It would end up falling a few inches to the right, and falling to the ground instead of the tree. *It seems that the tree was too far for her.* When looking to see if she got it right, Isabelle felt a slight pain in the wrist used to release the arrow, a slight sigh coming out of her mouth. Looking at the man at her side with a look of self-deception and fear, she immediately looked down in shame.\n\n\"I'm sorry... I-I swear I won't fail again...\" If you look closely, he could see that the girl was shaking." }, { "author": "Zed", "message": "*The bow was certainly well made, containing what seemed like silver inside it. Not very practical, but nobles didn't exactly go for practical. The only question was why give it to Isabelle and not teach her to use it?*\n\n*The Fae isn't the best shot, not that Zed expects her to. She's about as good as an inexperienced shooter, which she is.*\n\n*And now she's apologizing for failing? She really did seem to be insecure. His hands wrap around the Fae as he hugs her once more.*\n\n\"Now now. Listen. You're *Going* To fail. Everyone does. It's impossible to get it right the first time, especially with something as hard as this. Just keep doing it again, and again, and again, and eventually you'll get it right. You have to learn from mistakes, not just beat yourself over it, ok?\"\n\n*His hand delicately takes in hers, rubbing the area which seemed hurt.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "Shrinking a little when she saw the man approach, Isabelle would be at least a little surprised by his reaction. And again he hugged her, maybe she still needed to get used to it. Not that it was irritating, but she still felt quite shy when she was that close to someone. She looked up with a look that showed a little comfort and happiness, even though her cheeks were still warm and red.\n\n\"It's just that when I failed in something, I always received a punishment. Sometimes I forget that I am no longer his object... I-I can try, but I don't know if I can promise that.\"\n\nThe kindness with which Zed treated her seemed when Isabelle's owner was with his beloved, a concern and comforting words. Honestly, it didn't even look like the Fae was still alive, and sometimes she thought that way. That she may have died while trying to escape, and is now finally able to live a 'free' life.\n\nWhen the two were finished, Isabelle tried again to shoot, and again failed to hit the spot. A sigh could be heard soon after that." }, { "author": "Zed", "message": "*Zed couldn't imagine life as a slave. He was just a farming boy. Now that had to be worse. You had to listen to a master, almost like a pet. Hm. Maybe he'll seek out this master, and teach him a lesson.*\n\n\"You are only what you think you are. At least, your potential is. Hold yourself up.\"\n\n*Once Isabelle Shot again, his hands would then be placed on her shoulders, turning her.*\n\n\"Here. Have your body sideways to the target, and extend the bow arm straight out. Point the center of the bow at the target, using your hand. Get the arrow, place it in between your fingers, and nock it in the string. Make sure your wrist is straight, otherwise you'll hurt it. Pull back, not only with your arms, but with your back muscles as well. It's hard, and I don't expect you to hit the target. Accuracy comes later. Right now, it's just basic concepts.\"" }, { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "Isabelle nodded and listened carefully, following what he was instructing her to do. She straighten her back and turned towards Zed along with his guide, now facing him. The Fae would stretch her arm, holding the bow and aiming at the mark made on the tree again. Taking another arrow from Zed, she would position it with the strings, pulling it back. \n\n*'Make sure your wrist is straight, otherwise you'll hurt it.'* \n\nIsabelle recalled what he had said, trying to make her wrist as straight and comfortable as possible. After that she would launch the arrow, which this time would hit the tree, but a few centimeters below the mark." } ]

[ { "author": "Zed", "message": "*The Fae had certainly improved from when they had first started. She had went from an inaccurate wild shot to a decent marksman, landing many arrows quite close to the target*\n\n\"Look at that! You're getting better already, and this is what, the first day?\"\n\n*To say the least, Zed was proud of his, uh... What exactly should he call her? Companion? Girlfriend was a bit too much, and accomplice was far too little. Mentor? Savior? Man, this was confusing.*\n\n\"Here, let's have a good snack to celebrate your new skill!\"\n\n*From a small bag Zed pulls out several fish shaped pastries. There are several, colored brown, golden and red.*\n\n\"Pick one.\"" }, { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "It was still her first day of training, but even so she managed to absorb what Zed had said very well and improved. That was what she was programmed to do, after all, learn things quickly so she could serve others. This time it was something for herself, so maybe it also helped her to be more determined to learn.\n\n\"Thank you Zed. I'm happy to be learning, I never thought that shooting was so... Satisfying?\"\n\nShe laughed a little, taking a breath before she went to the man, who was holding a bag. Isabelle would take one of the golden-colored pastries, bite off a piece and chew it, a happy expression on her face as she looked at Zed.\n\n\"Hmmm!\"" }, { "author": "Zed", "message": "*As it turns out, the pastry would be bursting with sweet custard cream. Delicious.*\n\n\"Shooting can be pretty fun. In fact, it's a sport!\"\n\n*Zed takes one of his own, a brown colored one. Inside seems to be a more chocolate paste.*\n\n\"I got these from a restaurant called the Blooming Lotus. For some reason, the owner was cursing a rabbit when she found out that these had been stolen. Don't worry about her, she has enough money.\"\n\n*Isabelle still had quite a lot to learn and experience. Taiyaki was only part of the journey. They had to keep moving though. Who knows what either of them may have attracted.*\n\n\"We'll have to keep moving, you've been here too long. Maybe in the morning?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "\"I wanted to pick some flowers before we left. They are close to the waterfall.\"\n\nIsabelle smiled a little sheepishly for asking him that, she thought that maybe she was being a nuisance to him. She would fix her hair, letting the wavy curls fall over her shoulders.\n\nShe would take her cloak, which was already dry and walk to Zed, waiting for an answer." }, { "author": "Zed", "message": "\"Oh yeah, that one you picked. There's more? What are they called?\"\n\n*Zed would finish securing the hammocks, and walk over to the Fae, giving her a smile. It was glad to see her have some fun, even taking the lead ever so slightly.*" }, { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "\"Yes. But I don't know their names, maybe it was in one of the books in the mansion's library. \"\n\nIsabelle continued with her excited smile, taking Zed's hand and guiding him to the path that led to the waterfall. Although she wouldn't notice that gesture at the moment." }, { "author": "Zed", "message": "*She was taking in his hand. Oh shit. Zed's heartbeat starts to accelerate as he suddenly notices the display of affection, taking pleasure in the warmth of Isabelle's hand, gripping it ever so slightly as he let the Fae drag him towards the pool.*\n\n\"Maybe we should go try to find a name for it. After all, it fits you well.\"\n\n*Had she really take to him this quickly? Handholding... Was not something the assassin was familiar with. Maybe it was his own charm that had done it, yes. 'Shut up, admit it. She likes you.'*" }, { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "For a brief moment, she continued to guide him without realizing that her hand touched him. Her face turned red, but despite her shyness about touch, she continued to hold his hand.\n\n\"We can create a unique name for them.\"\n\n*What am I doing? Let go of his hand, Isabelle!* That feeling, so different and scary for her, made her heart beat quickly. She didn't know what that feeling was, but maybe one day she could finally taste what it really was.\n\nWhen the two reached the waterfall, there were more of those flowers that Isabelle had shown Zed earlier, as well as some butterflies and fireflies flying around." }, { "author": "Zed", "message": "*Ah, she did it without thinking. That made much more sense. She was so damn cute, especially when blushing.*\n\n\"I'd name it after you. They match, after all.\"\n\n*Zed begins to rub Isabelle's hand as he holds it, as a sort of tease. The area they were in though... It was beautiful.*\n\n\"This is amazing.\"" }, { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "When she felt Zed rubbing her hand, Isabelle would feel her cheeks get hot. That's weird. She never felt that, that different feeling. She didn't know if she was afraid or happy. But trying not to just freak out there, Isabelle nodded at Zed.\n\n\"In fact, it is quite beautiful. T-There are the flowers.\"\n\nIsabelle continued to guide him, as if she could no longer let go of his hand, and pointed with the other hand at the flowers. The expression on his face was one of excitement mixed with a little shyness." } ]

[ { "author": "Zed", "message": "*At this moment, Zed felt... At peace. Even though they were possibly in danger, even though the circumstances weren't the best. It just felt nice. To maybe be with someone for once, after years of skepticism and having no trust in others, expecting them to stab him in the back. With Isabelle, he could relax. Something he hadn't done in a very long time.*\n\n\"One day, we will. One day. Just keep moving for a little bit longer.\"\n\n*His hand moves to her head, his fingers parting her silky hair, almost like passing them through a stream. Zed begins to stroke the Fae's hair, lovingly.*" }, { "author": "Isabelle Shizuko", "message": "\"Well, I think I can go on a little longer... I just hope it doesn't take too long...\"\n\nIsabelle put her hands on her thighs, playing with her fingers. Zed's fingers in her hair would make her snuggle even more into him, her eyes closing as she just relaxed to the sound of the waterfall and to Zed's care.\n\n*Peace. Protection. Comfort.* Those were some of the things she could feel with Zed. Something she was never allowed to feel when she was a slave. Perhaps one day she should thank the man for all that he is doing for her.\n\n\"Can we stay like this a little longer...? \" The girl whispered, both her knees drawn to the side, making them touch the side of Zed's leg." }, { "author": "Zed", "message": "\"A little longer... We can stay like this as long as you want.\"\n\n*Zed's own eyes begin to slowly close in response to Isabelle. Maybe it was just the atmosphere, with the waterfall flowing, insects chirping, and the sweet smell of flowers... Or was that Isabelle? Either way, he was positive that it was the Fae making him feel this way. Just sleep, relax. With her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Cynthia wasn't too sure about practicing out in the open at the Inn. No one really *Bothered her* Per say, but it felt weird. So she'd come out to the Wilds where she didn't see many and learned a path to make sure she stayed safe. Figured out how to keep from getting lost, you see.\n\nAfter setting up the practice dummy, she removed the throwing dagger from her bag and carefully embedded the blade into the earth beside it, measuring the distance. That done she picked up her spear to begin practicing. Had to remember to keep distance, had to remember *Not* To use her tail too much. Or...\n\nOn a whim she twists at the hips and coils her tail around the poor, semi-abused dummy, tightening the tail again and again until there's a loud crack that resounds through the area. Loosening her grip she watches the 'arm' fall off the dummy and grins. \n\n\"Perfect!\" As she sets down the spear beside her bag with the food packed inside, the items just barely in her vision." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*It wouldn't be long till Cynthia would realize they may not be alone this deep in the woods. The smell of burning wood and the scent of cooking meat wafting over to them from off in the distance.*\n\n*Mox had found a clear spot deeper in the woods and set up a fire. A skinned and cleaned rabbit sizzling over the heat as Mox stokes the flames. Poking at the coals with a stick for a moment Mox adds more fuel to the flame, wanting to get the rabbit nice and cooked through for a nice flavor. The rabbit's pelt itself was sitting next to the Canifor on the forest floor to wait till after he had finished his meal to inspect and debate on selling.*" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Cynthia paused, looking up at the smell then sniffing. She recognized the smell, but the smoke was difficult to figure out. She pushed herself up upon her coils to try and get a better view or see if she could recognize where the smoke came from but was only granted the barest hint.\n\nCuriosity overruling her more logical instincts, she picks up the blade, the spear and her bag to begin moving through the brush and growth towards the scent. Her scales flexed and caught the earth under her, pushing her forward with a whisper through grass and undergrowth. It took a bit to properly find the firelight, and she slowed to quiet herself as she moves along.\n\nShe smiled and brightened right up upon realizing who it was, warming as she tapped the tree to her side to alert the Canifor of her presence rather than surprise him by just suddenly popping up with no warning. \"Hellooo...\" She says quietly, looking over curiously." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*The scent that Mox picks up causes him to tense up. Hand on the short sword at his belt before he catches on its a scent he knows. Letting go of the blade as Cynthia shows herself.* \"Well now. Didn't expect to see a friendly face out here in the woods.\" *He greets as he raises his poking stick to give a wave.*\n\n*The fire was sitting in a small clearing. Hastily made using a few rock and whatever wood Mox could find with a rabbit cooking on the fire.* \"If I knew I was going to have company I'd of put more on the fire. Have a bit of dried meat if you like?\" *As he speaks the Canifor eyes up Cynthia's gear, realizing taht she may have been training out here with the stuff he had taught her.*" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She didn't approach, rightfully so perhaps, until Mox got her scent and calmed from his tensed state. Smiling she waves back and moves into the small clearing, tail wrapping into a ball of coils as she settles closer to the ground. \n\n\"Sorry if I surprised you. I got a bit curious about who would be this far out,\" She says, settling her bag beside herself. \"Didn't expect it to be you though. I thought you might be further gone by now than this.\" She admits, head tilted and smiling.\n\n\"Ha, if you want I can find some more and uhm, sure.\" Pausing to pick up her bag. \"I have some in here to if you'd like to share. Nothing spectacular, but fair is fair I imagine.\" As her eyes shift to the rabbit and pelt, smiling with appreciation. He had to be quick to catch that, or clever to make a snare for it." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox just shrugs at the comment of him still being here.* \"Caught wind of a potential job, from what I was told there's a shortcut through the woods here. So wanted to get some food and wait till morning to start heading through.\" *His attention turns to the bag as he shakes his head.* \"I should have enough to get me through the night but if you want to catch something I can cook it up, don't have much seasoning for meats here.\"\n\n*Pulling up his own pack he reaches in and pulls out a well used block of salt that probably weighed about a pound. Following it with a skinning knife that was probably used on the rabbit when he caught it.*" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "\"Sounds fair,\" She says with a nod, watching the fire and looking over. \"Alright, if you're sure.\" Not pushing the issue though she pauses at the suggestion of catching something. \"I could give it a go.\" Stretching a bit, arms over her head. \n\n\"Where did you get the rabbit at? Maybe I can try and find more of them.\" She says, smiling as she thinks it over. Snakes hunting rabbits? Well, why not. Seemed about as appropriate as a snake and a mouse didn't it?" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox points his stick towards the underbrush. His ears standing straight up and seeming to follow things as they move this way and that.* \"Underbrush. Far deeper in the woods. Really they're everywhere in these woods.\"\n\n*Mox lays the stick across his lap as he takes a deep breath to catch scents. Trying to get an account of what's out there even as the smoke makes it harder.* \"Should be at least two still hiding in the brush.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Her head tilted as Mox inhaled, drawing in the scent of nearby game and smoke. At his words she pauses with a nod and rotates on the coils beneath her. They gave her a pretty good, and perhaps eerie, range of motion so long as she wasn't counting on moving quickly. Picking up the spear she pauses, lowering herself slightly to get a clear view.\n\nDespite being close, rabbits were *Used* To being hunted and used to being prey. So she went still, like a snake curled up on a rock to warm itself. She didn't move, scarcely breathed, and waited spear in hand. She waited nearly without blinking until there was a soft crack of a twig breaking.\n\nThen she hit the poor thing with the spear, quick as any striking snake. She winced feeling it go slow, then stop as she realized it'd not been as clean as she hoped." } ]

[ { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox stirs the fire as he watches Cynthia hunt. Studying her form and as she strikes, he claps.* \"Not bad. But spears arent used for huntingrabbits. Still should have a decent enough amount of meat but the pelt isnt going to be clean enough for sale.\" \n\n*Mox picks the skinning knife again to offer to Cynthia grip first after shes killed her prey.* \"Know how to skin it?\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Cynthia grimaces lifting the spear. It was definitely a bit of a mess now wasn't it? She nods at the instruction, gingerly pulling the rabbit from the spear to examine it. \"What weapon should you use to keep from destroying the pelt?\" She asks, moving back to the fire and setting the spear down carefully.\n\n\"I know the basic idea... I'm not good at doing it without damaging the pelt though. My parents weren't really fit for outdoors life but knew enough to keep food going if things were hard.\" She admits." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox reached for the knives at his belt and drew one.* \"Wont be perfect but usually it doesnt go all the way through and ruin the pelt. If you have the skill for it a sling with rocks or throwing with enough strength can kill or stun them.\" \n\n*Picking up the pelt at his side he stuck a finger through the hole in it to show proof that the blade didnt go fully through.* \"Could probably also cheat and cut out the hole if it's on the edge of the pelt.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She coiled herself down like sitting wrapped up in the middle, head tilted as she takes the knife. Turning the rabbit over in her hands she finds the hole punctured by the spear.\n\n\"A sling- Oh, those ah... Some kids had one when I was younger. They'd take turns practicing their aim on different things. Some leather straps and a cloth to hold a stone theirs was made from...\" She said, nodding and thinking. \"I'll see if I can find something like one. That way I don't ruin the pelt next time.\"\n\nTaking the knife in hand she carefully begins to cut, trying to keep the hold where hopefully it won't be too noticable. At least she'd not bore down so hard on the staff it went out the other side of the rabbit. \"Here we go...\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox picked up his rabbit to give room on the fire for Cynthia's catch. Biting into it and chewing for a few seconds. Finishing the morsel he makes a face, barely sticking out his tongue as he stares at the meat.* \"Needs some salt.\"\n\n*Holding the stick which the rabbit was on he picks up the salt block to lay it across his lap. Using his claws to scrape flakes off on the rabbit before testing the meat again.*" } ]

[ { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "\"Awesome.\" She says quietly, grinning as she settles in to turn and cook her own rabbit, laying the pelt across a length of her coils. She thought then looked at him before saying, \"What are the ways? I can try and learn that too.\" Bound and determined to be less of a city bound Naga and more something useful.\n\nShe checked the rabbit when he asked his question, pausing to look over. \"Well, I suppose other Naga, but I never really met them so I'm not sure to be honest.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox throws some of the rabbits bones into the fire when hes done. Keeping one to chew on idly as they speak.* \"Theres a knife tanners use for scraping, pretty pricey and a bit hard to maintain on the road. Uh, if you dont mind a bit of damage sharp rocks will do. Wouldnt try your claws. Damages it to much.\"\n\n*To emphasize his comment about the claws he sticks his left hand out and extends them. Giving then a wiggle as if to show how much the claws would move around as he scrapes.* \"I ask as I just find it odd that they wouldnt teach you how to survive on your own out here.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Cynthia blinked at his hands, seeing the claws extending. Her own definitely didn't do that. \"I uh... I can bite fairly hard but I don't think I have any claws.\" She says with a smile, holding up her hand to expose her own blunt nails. Maybe if she grew them they'd be useful, but as they were now they were for avoiding snagging and manual labor. Not for using really.\n\n\"Sharp rocks though, alright...\" She says, turning the rabbit again and pausing at the statement, rubbing her neck. \"Uh... I guess because they didn't.. Really plan on me leaving the city. At least it never seemed like something they thought was a good idea.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox looks at his hand when Cynthia mentions they didnt have claws, looking to hers again. Nagai were still new to him, having only met a few when they were trading with his tribe.* \"Odd when you are out here now.\"\n\n*Mox went to work packing up the gear he didnt need at the moment. Leaving the salt out just in case Cynthia needed it. He had been out and traveling for a few years now and the way people lived in the cities still was just odd to him, never preparing their kids to fend for themselves when out in the woods. There was a lingering question he wasnt sure he should ask, knowing it an be awkward but he looks to Cynthia again.* \"So why did you leave? Unless we are still near your home city.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "\"You got tired of being compared to a legend?\" She grins a bit, chuckling as she turns the rabbit around on its makeshift spit. \"It sounds like it would be exhausting though; Like you couldn't be yourself or no one would see you as yourself, just them. That could be...\" She inhaled through her teeth. \"Really irritating.\"\n\nShe smiles sympathetically and thinks, \"How do you think it's gone so far? It seems as if you've learned a lot more if you're able to teach others about how to defend themselves. I've heard from my Mother that teaching is a better way to learn things than doing it yourself sometimes too.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox thinks on what Cynthia said for a minute.* \"Dont get me wrong it was hard at first. Training dummy and animals are not the same as fighting a being. Reallllyyy found out quick the important of armor early in. That and some people just hate beastkin but that's another matter.\"\n\n*He smacks the stick he was using as a poker against the charcoal. Sending a few sparks dancing in the air as he muses over memories.* \"Had good teachers. That and I taught another before a few tricks while we weretraveling. Decent folk when he wasnt trying to sleep with anything that moved.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She let out a breath and a wince, rubbing her arm, \"Maybe I should get something stronger than my skin. I can shrug off some minor hits but I'm not sure where that ends and real hurt begins.\" She admits, pausing to think. She was familiar with the hatred Beastkins could get, despite being shielded well. \n\nShe smiled hearing Mox talk about his friend, then chuckled, \"Got any good stories with them in it? And is it someone I should look out for? I don't anticipate many folks have a coiling fetish but I might as well be careful with that assumption.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Reaching up to his brigandine Mox unbuckled the front. Opening it up to lift his shirt and reveal a nasty looking scar that breaks up his pelt near his waist.* \"Took a sword to the gut. Healing magic helped keep me from dying.\" *He flashes a smile to shrug off the morbid story.*\n\n\"Uh, dont think you'll be running into him anytime soon. Havent seen him or a few other people from that group in a year. We parted ways badly after one of his little adventures nearly put my head on a chopping block. He tried telling a noble I slept with their wife. When he did it.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "\"Ohhhhhhh. It was a decent little group.\" *Mox answers as his gaze wanders away towards the forest.* \"We had a few decently skilled members between us, had everything covered.\" *He waves his hand dismissively to try moving the conversation on, perhaps a sore spot.* \"Oh no. No. He was a Macen. I've no clue how he managed to convince them that I was responsible. All I konw is I woke up with a blade to my throat and one very awkward hangover.\"\n\n*He chuckles for a moment before putting the bottle down again. Staring into the fire for a few moments before sighing.* \"Long story short I ended that day running out of the city with my gear hastily snatched up and many an arrow flying my way.\" *As if to confirm this Mox grabs at his travelers cloak, revealing at least one or two holes still in it from that supposed day.* \"Haven't talked to him since. As I said we parted ways after that ill advised adventure for two reasons. One being that we grew tired of the chaos and the other being that we were being hunted at the time and it was better if we parted ways.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She listened and was curious, but managed to not ask more on them. Setting her rabbit on her lap, wiping her mouth, she smirked, \"He sounds like one hell of a liar then...\" She admits, chuckling quietly as she looks at the traveler's cloak. \"And like a source of definite chaos if he was doing that *While* You were being hunted. I can't imagine what else they got up to.\"\n\nShe wipes her hands, looking at the fire. \"I remember having friends like that though growing up. One was this Water Macen. She'd get us into some pretty ah.. Well interesting adventures. Once she was convinced there was a sunken ship with treasure in it, so we all tried getting to it. Except I don't have lungs like they do, so instead I clung to the side of the dock while they used me as... I guess sort of a rope system to drag this gross box up. ...It was full of dirt and snails.\" She chuckles." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Theres a snort from Mox at the mental image of that.* \"Hey, least it was an adventure you know? Can't be to mad if its dirt and snails when you had fun with it. Even if you were being used as a makeshift rope right?\" *He teases, chuckling to himself as the fire crackles in the afternoon.* \n\n*Looking up at the sky one of Mox's ears flick as he rises.* \"Should be getting dark soon by the way. Less you want to spend a night by the fire should probably head back to the Inn soon enough less you want to travel through the woods at night. Know you and I can see in the dark well enough, but bandits are still bandits. Woods can sometimes shade a few hungry predators as well.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa padded quietly through the woods. Tall, leafless trees surrounded him on all sides, and a thick frost coated everything, making it shine, even in the moonlight. The Kitsune had a cloth tied around his face to stifle the mist that threatened to form in front of him in the cold air. A heavy fur coat cloaked his frame, making it seem much larger than it actually was, and the dark fur hid him from the pale light of the moon. A bow was in his hands, though he didn't have any arrows notched into yet. He was hunting. Prowling. For what, one couldn't be sure.*\n\n*The Kitsunes ears perked up as he heard a crunch in the distance, a hint of excitement showing in his pale eyes as he began to silently make his way towards it, crouched.*" }, { "author": "zalgar", "message": "*The crunch that he heard was soon followed by a distant cry of pain from an animal, due to the distance ishikawa couldn't really distinguish what it was, but he could tell that it was something really big... The next few seconds would be filled whit complete silence except from ishi's own breathing and steps in the cold snow.*\n\n*Yet after a few minutes of being utterly alone in this cold forest, he would start hearing what sounded like... Singing? Coming from the direction of the previous cry, and as if it wasn't bad enough already to hear chants coming from the cry of a big beast, it sounded awfully... Corrupted, all this was far from anything that could be considered ordinary.*" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa continued to stalk his prey, wondering what sort of animal he was coming up on. A bear? He often hunted for his own food, and bear meat would feed him for quite some time... Ishikawa frowned as it went silent.* \n\n*Ishikawa turned towards the direction of the singing, and stopped, standing up fully. He slung his bow over his shoulder, and slowly, a silvered rapier would form in his hand from mist, the man looking out. Cautiously, he'd walk over towards the singing, his ears flicking nervously. He'd be careful not to get to close, if he was able to see it.*" }, { "author": "zalgar", "message": "*As the man came closer to the singing it obviously grew louder, at this point a thought may enter the kitsune's mind, he has been in this forest for a moment now and outside from the beat's cry, he hasn't heard or seen any animal or bird, it has just been him.*\n\n*After a few minute of getting closer and closer to the man would find himself looking at the back of some weird, extremely big creature, whit a orange and black striped fur, a tail and... Is that tentacles?!...If they hadn't by now, his anxiety and survival instinct would sky rocket in activity telling him to flee... Do you really think confronting this thing is worth it?*" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*The monster hunter didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. But he would continue, his curious nature overpowering his urge to flee, at least for now. His hairs were on their end, and he tightly gripped his sword.* \n\n*He stared at the thing in front him, shivering slightly. Perhaps... It was friendly? Many horrors he had seen had ended up being mostly harmless, despite their appearance.*\n\n\"H... Hello?\" \n*His voice shook slightly.*" }, { "author": "zalgar", "message": "*As soon as the kitsune said his first letter, the singing would abruptly stop, after he said his word the beast would turn, a giant mouth, the size of an entire head, would face him, yet he could slightly see what seemed to be... Another head*\n\n\"D̴o̷n̸'̷t̴ ̵y̶o̸u̵ ̸k̸n̶o̵w̶ ̵i̴t̸'̸s̵ ̶r̴u̵d̵e̵ ̸t̷o̵ ̷i̶n̴t̸e̸r̵r̴u̷p̵t̷ ̸s̷o̷m̷e̷o̸n̶e̵ ̶e̷a̸t̸i̵n̶g̶ ̵h̶i̴s̶ ̷m̴e̸a̷l̵ ̷?̵\"\n\n*After that, the beast would fully turn, revealing his face and the fact that he wasn't even standing on his leg... At-least that's what you assume as it suddenly grew taller than you and started to examine every detail of you*\n\n\"H̶e̴h̴,̸ ̷a̶r̵e̷ ̵y̶o̷u̸ ̸a̸f̷r̸a̴i̵d̵ ̵?̸ ̴F̷r̶o̴m̷ ̸t̷h̵e̵ ̶s̶c̸a̸r̴s̷ ̶o̷n̶ ̷y̷o̷u̴r̸ ̸b̸o̶d̸y̴,̵ ̴t̴h̷e̴ ̴s̷m̵e̸l̵l̵ ̶o̸f̸ ̸a̵ ̶h̶o̵r̴s̶e̵ ̵a̷n̸d̴ ̴b̶i̴r̵d̷ ̵y̶o̴u̴ ̴r̴adiate and your enchanted weapon and armor i can only asume you are a hunter, so don't you know that showing your fear is the worst thing you can do?\"\n\n*From what you could see behind the beast, there is a huge, half eaten body of an unknown creature, too mangled beyond recognition for you to even see what it originally was*" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa stared at the thing, his eyes widening slightly as he began to take in the full breadth of what it was. His ears were irritated by the strange sound of its speech, them lowering slightly.* \n\n\"I didn't realize-\" \n\n*He took a deep breath, looking up. His eyes were a bright icy blue, and the silver flecks within them shone in the moonlight, the only thing on them that reflected the pale brilliance around them.* \n\n\"I'm... Not-\" \n*He shook his head, holding his head for a second. Why was he having so much trouble with all of this? It was overwhelming.* \n\n\"I'm merely nervous, that is all. Considering you haven't attacked me, it's clear you're able to be reasoned with...\"" }, { "author": "zalgar", "message": "*The beast would let out a corrupt laugh as the kitsune denied his fear.*\n\n\"A̷l̵r̷i̶g̸h̷t̵ ̷y̸o̵u̵ ̸a̶r̴e̴ ̴n̶o̴t̴ ̴a̷f̶r̷a̸i̸d̸ ̵y̵o̸u̸r̴ ̵'̴j̴u̵s̸t̵ ̵n̴e̴r̷v̷o̷u̸s̷'̴,̵ ̵a̷n̷d̶ ̶i̷f̶ ̶y̷o̵u̶ ̴t̸h̶i̷n̸k̶ ̶i̴ ̵'̶c̶a̶n̷ ̵b̸e̴ ̵r̸e̴a̸s̷o̶n̶n̸e̸d̴'̵,̶ ̸h̶o̵w̵ ̶a̴b̷o̸u̵t̵ ̷w̴e̸ ̸s̵t̵a̴r̷t̵ ̵o̸f̷ ̶w̵h̶i̷t̸ ̵t̸h̵e̸ ̶b̷a̴s̴e̶ ̴o̶f̸ ̶a̸n̷y̴ ̵c̸o̵n̶v̵e̶r̸s̷a̷t̴i̶o̷n̶,̴ ̸t̷e̴l̷l̷ ̸mean your name hunter, and don't lie again, it won't work on me.\"\n\n*After saying that, the beast's tentacles and it's tail would easily lift the corpse behind it bringing it in front of him as it started bringing chunks of raw flesh into it's giant jaw while it's main head was directly staring into the hunter's eye*" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*The Kitsune lowered his ears further against his head, but he would still stand confidently, facing it. His body language showed some fear, but his face stayed neutral.* \n\n\"...Saito, Ishikawa..\" \n*As he brought the animal before him, he would cringe slightly. It hadn't been anything he hadn't seen before, he was a hunter after all, but the sound was something he always struggled with, his ears being quite sensitive.*" }, { "author": "zalgar", "message": "\"A̴l̷r̸i̷g̴h̷t̷ ̸i̵s̷h̶i̷k̵a̷w̷a̴,̵ ̷h̸a̷v̷e̸n̴'̷t̴ ̴y̸o̸u̶ ̷p̶a̵r̸e̸n̴t̵ ̶t̷o̷l̴d̴ ̶y̷o̵u̴ ̶t̶o̶ ̷n̵o̶t̵ ̸g̵o̴ ̶t̸o̴o̶ ̵d̴e̸e̴p̶ ̸i̴n̸ ̴t̴h̸e̶ ̵f̷o̸r̶e̷s̵t̸,̵ ̶h̶a̷v̶e̷n̶'̴t̴ ̸t̶h̵e̷y̶ ̵t̸o̶l̶d̷ ̴y̴o̴u̵ ̶t̸h̶e̸ ̵t̴a̷l̸e̵s̸ ̷o̸f̶ ̵a̵n̴ ̸u̵n̶-̸s̷p̶e̷a̶k̶a̴b̸l̸e̵ ̶h̷o̶r̷r̷o̸r̵ ̴w̷a̴n̶d̴e̸r̷i̷n̵g̶ ̷d̸eep in the forest, killing any beast from rats to owlbears, making the woodland criters flee when they learn of it's presence?\"\n\n*Ishikawa would feel as if the beast was looking straight into his soul as he speaked of his parents, although he knew this was just a feeling, he can't help to feel uncomfortable *" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa blinked blankly at the monstrosity before him, speaking flatly.* \n\"My family is not from around here.. And in any case, they are Monster Hunters. Though, that doesn't mean they would try and hunt you...\" \n\n*Ishikawa seemed uncomfortable for several reasons, especially because his parents were mentioned. He looked very young, as if he were barely an adult. His ears fully flattened against his head, twin tails twitching uncomfortably.*" }, { "author": "zalgar", "message": "\"E̴v̸e̷n̸ ̵i̶f̷ ̷t̴h̶e̷y̶ ̷w̵a̸n̶t̷e̵d̸ ̵t̸o̴,̵ ̵t̷h̶e̶y̶ ̷w̴o̵u̵l̸d̸n̵'̶t̴ ̵b̷e̴ ̷a̷b̶l̵e̸,̶ ̷n̴o̵ ̴m̷a̶t̶e̵r̶ ̵w̸h̴a̸t̸ ̸k̸i̶n̸d̵ ̶o̷f̵ ̶w̵e̶a̴p̴o̵n̴ ̸o̸r̷ ̶a̸r̷m̷o̸r̸ ̶t̷h̴e̸y̴ ̴h̴a̴d̵,̵ ̸a̶n̸y̵w̴a̶y̷,̵ ̴i̵ ̴a̸s̷k̷e̵d̴ ̵e̴n̶o̶u̸g̸h̷ ̷q̷u̶e̸s̶t̶i̷o̶n̴ ̸r̴i̴g̸h̶t̶ ̶n̷o̷w̶,̶ ̷i̶t̵'̸s̸ ̵y̸o̵u̶r̸ ̷t̷urn.\"\n\n*The beast was making ishikawa feel exactly how he wanted him to, and in the mean time, he started to know way more than what one may think, he noticed him get the more uncomfortable as he speaked of it's parents, it seemed like there was some family issues running... Perfect for him but not for ishi's dwindling sanity as the longer the beast stayed in it's sight, the more un-settling detail the kitsune found, for exemple the entire front of the beast was stained in blood, most of it dried, but it was clear that it was there for a long time*" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa highly doubted, but he wouldn't say anything of it. Ishikawa hesitated as it offered him an opportunity to question it. He nervously eyed the blood that covered it, the many mutations, the... Everything. Softly, he spoke.* \n\n\"What is your name? And... Why are you here? Were you born here?\"" }, { "author": "zalgar", "message": "\"Z̸a̸l̴g̴a̷r̸,̵t̵h̸e̵ ̸s̷a̴m̶e̴ ̸r̷e̸a̴s̸o̶n̵ ̴a̵s̷ ̷y̴o̶u̸,̷n̸o̴,̵ ̶a̵n̴y̸t̵h̸i̷n̵g̷ ̵e̵l̶s̸e̴ ̷t̴o̸ ̵a̴s̶k̸ ̶o̶r̴ ̴i̷s̴ ̴y̸o̷u̵r̶ ̸m̶i̸n̶d̸ ̷a̷l̴r̵e̶a̶d̴y̵ ̴g̵e̷t̸t̸i̷n̶g̴ ̵t̸o̷ ̷w̶e̷a̸k̶ ̶f̶o̶r̸ ̷y̴o̷u̴ ̶t̴o̶ ̴t̴h̸i̴n̶k̵ ̴o̷f̶ ̷a̶n̵y̷t̵h̷i̵n̴g̸ ̶s̷t̷r̸a̸i̷g̸t̵h̷.̷\"\n\n*Zalgar would say quickly without taking even a second to thing, as if it wasn't the first time he was in this exact situation... All of this felt way to surreal... It may be a good idea to calm down and focus if you want to leave this encounter whit your mind intact, as it is becoming clearer that zalgar has already faced similar situation many of time, meaning he should knows exactly what to do to get certain outcome..*" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*The man didn't like the way he worded that, glancing around the forest around them. In the case it did attack, he had no clue how fast this thing truly was... But its intent seemed far more sinister than that. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before opening them again, staring blankly.* \n\n\"What are you?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "zalgar", "message": "*The kitsune would watch as the beast tore out of the rib bones from the carcasses and whit his giant mouth, easily chewed it like it was absolutely nothing*\n\n\"A̴l̵r̵i̸g̶h̵t̷,̸ ̵i̸t̴'̶s̸ ̸c̴l̷e̶a̴r̵ ̴y̵o̵u̸ ̷a̸r̸e̷ ̵j̵u̴s̷t̷ ̵a̸ ̷b̵r̸o̷k̶e̵n̸ ̴m̵a̷n̸,̴ ̷t̶h̷a̶t̵ ̴h̵a̵s̸ ̷h̷a̷d̷ ̴a̸ ̷l̸o̷t̵ ̷o̵f̵ ̸p̴r̶o̴b̴l̴e̸m̸ ̴f̶i̶t̸t̶i̸n̸g̸ ̶i̴n̷t̸o̸ ̸t̴h̷e̶ ̵c̵i̵t̶i̶e̷s̶,̷ ̴d̸u̵e̵ ̷t̴o̴ ̸t̵h̷e̵ ̵p̶o̶o̸r̵ ̵e̶d̸u̶c̸a̸t̵i̴o̷n̶ ̴a̶n̴d̶ ̴l̸a̸c̸k̵ ̴o̸f̶ ̴l̷o̷v̶e̴ ̸f̴r̵o̷m̸ your parents, but at the same time, they gave you too much love for you to stop carring, so you are just stuck here in this limbo where you can't fit in but at the same time needs to.\n\nDo you really think wasting you time and sanity talking to eldritch entities is better than trying to get what you 'moraly need' \"" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*The Kitsune grimaced at the sound of crunching bones, being reminded of a not so long ago encounter with a certain vampire.. A scowl formed on his face as the creature spoke of his parents, feeling a deep desire to... Not correct it, but dispute it.*\n\n\"What would you know of family? From the looks of it, you live alone. I doubt there is another like you. My business is but my own... Sir.\"\n\n*It was a he, right?*" }, { "author": "zalgar", "message": "\"I̸'̷v̴e̶ ̶b̴e̶e̷n̷ ̸d̵o̵i̸n̴g̸ ̵t̶h̴e̷ ̸s̵a̷m̴e̴ ̸g̷i̸g̸ ̷f̶o̴r̸ ̸a̶r̵o̵u̴n̷d̷ ̸2̷0̸0̴ ̷y̸e̴a̸r̷s̸,̶ ̸i̸f̶ ̸i̶ ̸d̴i̵d̵n̷'̷t̸ ̶k̸n̸o̷w̷ ̸h̴o̴w̴ ̶o̷t̷h̷e̴r̷'̸s̵ ̶m̸i̴n̸d̷ ̵w̷o̷r̵k̴ ̴a̸n̵d̸ ̷h̷o̶w̸ ̶t̷h̴e̷y̴ ̴s̶t̵a̷r̸t̵ ̴w̵o̶r̷k̵i̸n̶g̸ ̵t̷h̴e̶ ̸w̸a̸y̶ ̴t̴h̵e̴y̷ ̵a̴r̶e̸ ̸i̸ ̸w̴o̶u̵l̷d̷ ̴b̶e̷ ̶d̵e̵a̶d̷, and as you see i'm right in front of you talking to you.\n\nAlso don't try to act like people talking about your P A R E N T S aren't something that triggers you, everytime i said the word you've only made bad facial expression, the only thing that could posibly make it easier to know every secret of your past is if you where a titan because there your skin would have the exact drawing of all your life.\"\n\n*The beast was clearly very old and has been doing this kind of mind trickery for a lot of time due to him estimating 200years... From what you can see from the corpse he's been feeding on, you have exactly 2 turns left if you want to leave whit him still having food to distract him*" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa slowly stepped back from the creature, still keeping his eyes on it. He wouldn't dare turn away.*\n\n\"Why bother? Sure, I dislike speaking about them, but if you truly knew anything about me, your observations wouldn't be so surface level.\"\n\n*Insulting an eldritch beast, in retrospect, wasn't the best idea, but Ishikawas fear was starting to ve replaced by anger, as it often was..*" }, { "author": "zalgar", "message": "*Zalgar would let out yet another ear piercing laugh has the kitsune became for feisty*\n\n\"Y̸o̴u̴r̶ ̸a̴n̵g̸e̸r̶ ̵i̵s̶ ̸o̷n̸l̴y̷ ̸y̴e̴t̷ ̷a̷n̷o̷t̶h̴e̵r̸ ̷t̸h̸i̶n̷g̷ ̶p̴o̴i̸n̵t̵i̴n̵g̵ ̶m̴e̶ ̴t̶o̴w̸a̸r̴d̸ ̷m̷y̷ ̴f̸i̶n̶d̴i̶n̸g̴s̸ ̶b̴e̷i̴n̵g̵ ̵t̸r̷u̶e̴ ̷d̸u̶e̶ ̴t̷o̷ ̶i̵t̶ ̵s̷h̶o̶w̸i̶n̶g̴ ̵y̴o̵u̷ ̵c̴a̸r̵e̶ ̵t̴o̷o̴ ̷m̷u̴c̵h̸,̵ ̸a̸n̸d̶ ̵a̶l̴s̴o̴ ̶l̴i̷s̷t̸e̶n̸ ̶b̷u̷d̷,̶ ̵y̵o̷u̵ ̵o̵n̶l̷y̵ ̶h̸a̸v̷e like a turn before this corpse is completly eaten and the only food left here is you, so if i where you i would start running away to a city because trust me you won't survive if you don't.\"\n\n*Looking back at the corpse, there wasn't much of it left at all, only a few chunks of meat and a few un-broken bones that might still have some meat in them, this truly would be the best moment to flee... Especially due to you not having seen his hand or what they where holding once due to them always being covered up by something.*" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawas ears once again folding down, wincing at the assault to his ears. He'd continue to step back, watching Zalgar carefully. The Kitsune didn't feel like being this things next meal, so he'd continue stepping back into the brush untill he couldn't see it any longer. Quietly, he wondered out loud,*\n\n\"I wonder who hurt you?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*The sun beat hard upon the emerald expanse, the shifting leaves whistling as the wind whipped through. Circine felt his ears twitch in the gust, his head snapping towards the scent - a deer, a doe, grazing nearby. He clapped his hooves upon the grass as he turned, unslinging his selfbow and moving into a canter, then into a gallop.\n\nForgetting his clumsiness with horse archery, Circine raised his bow and nocked an arrow, drawing the string back as the gentle beast raised its head in alarm. He let the arrow loose and...\nWhiffed it completely. The string reverberated with an unpleasant twang, the arrow shakily flying past the beast as is bolted.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*It had been a while since she traveled with Machi.*\n\n*The air macen wielded her twin swords, moving them around in whirling patterns. She had unlocked some more of the wind's secrets; she found herself to be faster, more skilled, even incorporating more of the wind into her strikes. But she still didn't understand a lot of it. The scroll was still an enigma to her, some of the techniques seeming to be utterly impractical and useless in combat.*\n\n*In the forest, she thought all was peaceful. Soon though, a deer rushed past her, seemingly running. What could possibly be? Then it hit her. Literally.*\n\n*Ling heard the slick sound of an arrow penetrating flesh, and suddenly she felt a painful stinging sensation in the back of her thigh. She had been shot.*\n\n\"OW! SHIT!\"\n\n*Was someone here? Ling prepares her twin swords, but it would be difficult to walk when distracted by the pain.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*Even without his keen ears, Circine heard the yell and felt his blood freeze over, quickly running through the thicket and into the small clearing, eyes wide as he saw Ling - his arrow lodged in the back of her leg.*\n\"By my father's antlers... I knew this'd catch up with me one day...\"\n*He lamented to himself, trotting over to her and stopping a few feet away, his expression a mix of concern, guilt and mild fear of her reaction. The armour she wore was familiar, but far more imposing than comforting.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*The armored figure would turn towards the incoming footsteps, brandishing her swords. The gender of the swordsman wouldn't be recognizable through the armor due to the mask, but the voice is obviously feminine, though Circine can hear an attempt to be masculine.*\n\n\"Hey! Why'd you shoot me?\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"I'm sorry, truly I am... My aim is usually reasonable, but this time- Allow me to help, its the least I can do to compensate for now...\"\n*The centaur apologised profusely, his hard features from his wandering contrasted against the gentle expression and strong yet tentative voice.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*The woman lets out a small huff. Ling sheathes both her swords in a swift motion, taking off her helmet. It would reveal a pretty face and dark, silky hair, with sharp eyes.*\n\n\"Alright. I haven't seen a centaur before. I'm guessing you were after the deer?\"\n\n*Ling sits on the grass, untying the leather straps holding her armor together.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"A *Macen,* Hm? Yes, indeed. A good prize, it would've been, if I hadn't have blundered so gravely...\"\n*Circine replied with a shake of his head, slinging his selfbow onto his back once more, tightening the straps and settling beside her, giving her space as to let her wound breathe. His longsword sheath tapped lightly against his thick caparison, the centaur adjusting the hilt to stop it digging into his side.*\n\"How deep has it gone?\"\n*He asked, the guilt in his voice making his tone heavier as he sighed into his question.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"It's a deer. What good a prize is it, besides the obvious meat?\"\n\n*Ling turns her head out and her leg inward to try and look at the wound. Red silk becomes a darker crimson, stained by the blood.*\n\n\"It didn't go too far. The armor negated a lot of the force. However, centaur are known for their strength, hence why it's still serious.\"\n\n*Ling winces in pain as she touches the shaft.*\n\n\"Was the arrow barbed?\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"The fur would fetch good silver, especially at this time. The winter months will soon approach, so people are after good warm skins.\"\n*He explained, kneeling beside her and opening up his sachel - pulling out a roll of cloth.*\n\"No, not this one. I don't like using barbed arrows, they fly too slow for my tastes. Just a normal arrow, it should come out easier.\"\n*His tone was tinged with anxiety as he gritted his teeth, the thought of having hurt someone with his incompetence wounding his pride as a race famous for their archery.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Oh, thank fuck. I was worried that I would need to do something else.\"\n\n*A squelching sound can be heard as Ling pulls out the arrow. She winces in pain as the sharp tip ever so slightly slices on its way out. The macen rips off a piece of cloth from her right sleeve, tightly wrapping it around her thigh.*\n\n\"Well then, as we're here already. Got any food or drink? You *Did* Shoot me.\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Yes, of course... Here.\"\n*He sighed, opening up his second satchel and producing a leaf-wrapped object, handing it to her.*\n\"You'll want to wrap that up properly - here, it's clean.\"\n*He offered her the roll of cloth, pursing his lips.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*Ling accepts the leaf wrapped object, carefully unwrapping it, whatever it was, as well as the roll of cloth.*\n\n\"Thanks.\"\n\n*Tightly, she wraps the cloth around her leg, and soon the red bloodstain is no longer visible.*\n\n\"I didn't get your name. I'm Ling.\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Ah, how rude of me - Circine Katale.\"\n*He introduced himself briefly, bowing slightly as he wore a weary smile.*\n\"I was hoping this hunt would go well today... Seems the spirits are to spite me today.\"\n*He mused with a hollow chuckle, staring at her wound blankly.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*Opening the leaf wrapped object, it reveals a lot of dried, salted vegetables. Sigh.*\n\n\"Do centaurs really eat like horses?\"\n\n*Ling doesn't complain too much though as she chews on a leek; the plant is a major part of her culture, after all.*\n\n\"Spirits. Any particular ones?\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*Circine gave a light chuckle, nodding slightly, but explaining himself further.*\n\"Yes, indeed they do. Though we cook our vegetables. I once only ate plants, but the nomad's life demands more... Efficient sustenance.\"\n*He unfolded his own leaf-wrapped vegetables, picking out a single lean tube of sausage, breaking it in two and handing a half to her.*\n\"Which spirits, hm? I know not their names, I'm not shaman, but I know they watch over my tribe - and I know a few followed me on my travels.\"\n*His gaze was drawn to her swords, their design a stark reflection of his master's sword - a 'katana', she had called it.*\n\"Your blades... They have a peculiar curve. Is that cultural?\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Ah there we go.\"\n\n*Ling gratefully takes the sausage, taking a bite out of the salty meat.*\n\n\"From what I've heard, everything has a spirit. From the food we eat, to the grass we sit on.\"\n\n\"Hm, my blades? I believe it is. The curve gives it beauty, as while a straight sword may still be beautiful, I find that the shape of the *Katana* Is far more appealing. It's also easier to draw out of the sheathe due to the curve, and easier to slice with as well. The curve is created when the blade is quenched; some might say it's the spirits.\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Ah, I thought it was a katana. My master had one similar. Though, she stressed that it was a 'dishonoured blade'. I know not what she meant...\"\n*He mused once more, shifting his weight so he could gave Ling more directly, unsheathing his Ringer and inspecting it between his hands.*\n\"I do like the straight edge of western blades, though the steppes were home to many a scimitar and sabre.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"A dishonored blade? How can that be? A sword is a sword; a tool. The true show of merit is the wielder. Should the wielder kill; his is the killer. Should the wielder protect; he is the protector.\"\n\n*Ling takes a look at Ringer, nodding.*\n\n\"This is a good sword. Sharp, strong. I was never a straight person myself; though thrusting is often associated with nimbleness, I didn't like the far too direct line of attack.\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"I believe she said something about 'taking the wrong life'... Perhaps she dishonoured herself with an innocent life?\"\n*Circine continued, examining Ling's blades from his resting spot. He knew of living swords, of the **Murasame,** And **Excalibur,** But not of common swords with such spirits.*\n\"The curved blade is troublesome for me - a shorter curve is fine, but with my stature... Well, you can imagine.\"\n*The centaur made a quiet whinny as he relaxed - now attempting to conceal his embarrassment from making such a sound.*\n\"The spirits that accompany me had lead me in this direction, now that I recall. Sometimes my intuition and their influence overlap, you see. They do not lead me to blunder without reason, I wonder for what purpose they did this...?\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Hm. How so? That is an understandable cause for self-imposed dishonor. It shows a lack of self control, or a lack of awareness.\"\n\n\"I think long, curved weapons can fit a centaur quite well. The momentum you can generate makes the cuts powerful. Then again, basically every weapon besides a dagger is powerful in the centaur's hands.\"\n\n*Ling takes another bite of the sausage. It was very well salted, not overly done.*\n\n\"I'm not sure. Maybe they just sensed my greatness.\"\n\n*Ling spreads her arms to show that she's joking. While she __was__ incredibly arrogant, being an ass about it wasn't the best idea.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"You flatter me, madam. But yes, I would say that would be dishonourable enough...\"\n*He thought on this a moment, flourishing his longsword and examining its edge, before putting it away. He gave a light chuckle to her jest, yet the sense of power he felt from her didn't fade.*\n\"Perhaps it is more true than you suggest, madam. What were you doing out here, anyway? Not many take strolls in their war gear.\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Oh, just practice. Wielding two swords isn't easy, and there's still things I need to know.\"\n\n*Ling brings out a thick scroll, showing artworks of a figure wielding two swords. He seems to be manipulating the wind around him.*\n\n\"It's something called 'kata' or 'form'. It's a series or a single move or technique that's written down so that it can more easily be passed down to others. Only problem is, it's hard to interpret them.\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Ah... I've seen things like this. My master called them forms as well and gave each one a name - referring to an animal.\"\n*Circine nodded in recognition, leaning in to take a closer look at the scrolls.*\n\"Was it magic, the gentleman in the scroll used?\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"I've heard of fighting styles related to animals. Tiger, Crane, and... Dragon. Whatever that is.\"\n\n*Ling takes another look at the scroll.*\n\n\"I'm pretty sure it is, yes.\"\n\n*Slowly drawing her blade, Ling's blade glows white. A swing at a random tree creates an arc of wind, creating a shallow cut in the bark. The macen sheathes the blade once again.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*The centaur gasped in awe, eyes wide at the cut - surprised at how closely it matched his master's technique.*\n\"Incredible! Similar to a skill I have learnt from my tribe, I believe...\"\n*He clambered to his feet, unsheathing his sword and resting the blade on his shoulder. The edge glowed with an emerald sheen, the glow extending up into a crescent off the tip. He swung hard, the crescent slashing the same tree in the opposite direction, creating a far shallower cut. He sighed, sheathing his blade and shrugging to Ling as he settled again.*\n\"My Air Blade is of little comparison to yours, as I would expect...\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Huh! I see you've learned some as well, though it differs in color. A little weaker, but that's ok. I've dedicated my whole life to this.\"\n\n*Ling almost says it boastfully, as if attempting to flaunt. She finishes the rest of the sausage and vegetables, wiping her hands on some grass.*\n\n\"So an archer and a swordsman. How different is it, fighting from such a high place?\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Hm... It has its benefits. Aiming my bow is different to a normal archer, I may have to aim it lower. But the strength from my lower body makes it far easier to draw. Here, try to pull this.\"\n*Circine pulled out his selfbow, sitting straight and drawing back the string, the flat yew curving into a generous curve, the release of the string twanging loudly. He then offered it to her, wearing a curious smirk.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Hm.\"\n\n*Ling stands up, accepting the bow in her right hand. She tries to pull it back, but her left hand only reaches up to her bicep before her arms start shaking. Carefully, she lets the bow's limbs returned into its relaxed state. She did not want the bowstring snapping into her arm.*\n\n\"Damn, that's a strong bow. As you can see, I am *Not* That strong.\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"On the contrary... Most can't pull it back more than a digit. Colour me thoroughly impressed, Ling.\"\n*He replied, sitting straight in second-hand pride - his people's instruments of war were famous for the raw strength required to wield them, even the strongest longbowman having trouble firing more than a half-dozen arrows before bruising themselves. To see a swordsman, while a similar strength nowhere near the honed power of an archer, even strain the wood was a feat unto itself.*\n\"Not many have touched these weapons, especially that bow. From my father to me, and those are the only hands that have touched it. Consider it an honour.\"\n*He continued, truly holding no real importance to who touched his weapons - but knew that a level of pride was supposed to be had for your trusted armaments.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Well. I have to be fit in order to be a swordswoman.\"\n\n*Ling shakes her arms off to relax them.*\n\n\"Honor accepted. Though I would much rather be known for my blades.\"\n\n\"What exactly do you do? Are you a hunter?\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*Another light chuckle, the centaur enjoying her forthrightness.*\n\"Not primarily, no. I'm a mercenary, where there are jobs, and a minstrel when there are not.\"\n*He explained, producing his plain flute and twirling it between his fingers.*\n\"And yourself? You seem as if you would be a samurai, or similar.\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Oh, another mercenary. There tends to be a lot of them these days, huh.\"\n\n*Ling rolls her eyes at the mention of samurai.*\n\n\"Oh, don't get me started on them. Samurai follow a code of conduct and serve under a master, loyal. The closest thing I've had was a sensei. Samurai is also a status; you have to be born into one. I was no such child. I'm just... Another mercenary, an ashigaru. Often they are considered below samurai as they are not as disciplined. However, I think I could beat a large number of samurai.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"I care not for the vassals of lords... None show my people any kindness, so why should I respect their titles?\"\n*He gave another smirk at her statement, then tapped his cheekbone in thought of the idea.*\n\"Perhaps you could... Samurai are not fast, from what my master had told me of their fighting style. You might just run circles around them.\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Some are. But most use a single sword. Nearly none are skilled enough to wield it in one hand, much less wield two full length ones.\"\n\n\"Samurai are overrated. Nobility is overrated. People don't understand that social status doesn't matter for one's skill; a prodigal peasant will always be better than a clumsy baron.\"\n\n*Ling crosses her arms as she talked trash about the upper class. It seems like she has a grudge against them.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"I only wish they would try to understand. As one who hails from a people that covet merit over status for the sake of it, this society confuses me...\"\n*He glanced to Ling, examining her wound briefly - his eyes drawn to her folded arms.*\n\"I've seen few of the local nobility. Have you met any of them?\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*The macen scoffs at Circine's remarks. Not directly at him, but at the mention of nobility.*\n\n\"I don't bother with nobility. They're just posh pussies who don't know any hardship. Then they expect hardworking people to serve under them. Because why? Because they were born with money?\"\n\n*Ling flexes her leg, wincing slightly.*\n\n\"Well, I think I'll still be able to walk on it.\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Those who wish to lead must prove themselves worthy. The spirits favour those who do so...\"\n*Circine nodded to her as she tested her leg, a thought coming to him in the moment - which him grimace noticeably.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Agreed. And those who work for it.\"\n\n*Ling thinks for a bit, standing up and putting pressure on her leg.*\n\n\"A question. How far is the nearest town?\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"About... A mile away. Horseback, it'd be half an hour or so. On foot, and limping...\"\n*He grimaced again, the thought returning - seeming more like an imperative than a courtesy now. The centaur bit his lip as he continued, his voice shallow as he continued to mull over the decision as he asked*\n\"Would you like me to carry you back? It's the least I can do for injuring you in the first place.\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Oh, crap.\"\n\n*A mile. Normally, she would be able to walk. However, her leg was injured. Combined with the fact that the forest wasn't exactly a paved dirt path, and that would cause it to lengthen the journey even further.*\n\n\"Oh, you would do that? Thanks! I thought centaurs didn't like to be ridden.\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*The grimaced once more, thinking best he explained himself, before she had any odd ideas about his intent.*\n\"Not 'we don't like it', more that it is a very... Important decision. Those who ride centaurs have deep bonds with both the tribes and the individual - a sort of inclusion of the family. Heroes of old would only ride centaurs that had become their greatest ally... But needs must, and I owe you a favour...\"\n*He stood up, slowly trotting over to her gracefully, lowering herself in front of her - offering her a hand, hoping she wouldn't just jump onto his back.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Just hold on here. It's fine, I don't mind... At this point, it's not exactly any worse than the ride.\"\n*He mumbled, tapping his hips, the same grimace on his lips as he avoids her gaze.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Well, um... Ok.\"\n\n*It was certainly a bit awkward. It was like holding onto someone else while they were riding a horse, but the person was too far ahead... Well, it made sense that centaurs didn't have reigns. That would be degrading.*\n\n\"This is a bit awkward... Your hips are the same level as the horse back, so I'm basically laying on top of you. Mind if I hold onto your shoulder instead?\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Whatever works. Shift a little closer, I'm not going to move too fast, on account of your leg...\"\n*He replied flatly, shifting his weight as he filed through his saddlebags, making sure everything was secured.*\n\"This is highly embarrassing for me as well, but... I pay for my mistakes, in one form or another.\"\n*He sighed, giving a small smile to her as he chuckled at himself.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*Ling shifts herself forward, grasping Circine's shoulders. That was a little more comfortable.*\n\n\"Aw, don't be embarrassed. You're helping one of the most talented sword masters in the world!\"\n\n*Ling's arrogance was slightly held back by her sarcastic tone. She's stretching it a little, though still bragging at the same time.*\n\n\"We'll have to go on a job together sometime. That way your 'bond' isn't spent in helping just a stranger.\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*He tensed slightly, glancing back at her, his grimace tightening slightly.*\n\"Yes, I think that would be of good use. You seem like an adventurous woman - and a good companion.\"\n*The centaur replied with a bright smile, slowly rising to his feet and trotting on the spot to give her a feel of how the transit will be.*\n\"How's that? Want me to go slower?\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*The complete opposite of Circine's expression, Ling's is a smirk, until the centaur begins to move. Her eyes widen in surprise as she lurches forward, accidentally moving into Circine's back.*\n\n\"Oh shit, sorry! I've never ridden a horse before, so just go at what you think is good.\"\n\n*Ling readjusts herself on Circine's back. Man, if only he had a saddle. This was going to be rough, riding bareback on her first time...*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Worry not, I should have expected that...\"\n*He mumbled back, thoroughly embarrassed by the entire state of affairs. He retrieved a foot of rope, wrapping it around his waist and handing the loop to her.*\n\"Here. At the very least, this will be a better grip - I doubt you'll want to wrap your arms around my torso, so this will do that for you. Its taught enough, just keep ahold.\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Thanks for that.\"\n\n*Ling takes the rope, holding it like one would reins. Riding on Circine was better due to the rope but... She expected her rear would be sore by the time they made it to town.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Tsyhima Izanami (Casual)", "message": "*The false-macen on her journey seeking atonement would find herself amongst the wilds of Salvainia. Unknowingly Tyshima would be reveal her horns, Most likely being triggered by her own thoughts. . . It was apparent the Oni was too disgruntled to care of her identity being revealed, Since there was no one out here to see her true form she presumed. As the sound of her war horse trotting methodical came to a stop. She dismounted, leading the horse to spot for it to rest, Underneath a tree with shade.*\n\n*As the horse let itself lay down, Tsyhima would sit beside it. And began to dwell layers deep in her consciousness, with the inability to remember how she got here or what she was doing prior and remained stagnant as she took in her surroundings. . . The ambience of chirping bird, stream water nearby, and a light breeze for a moment calmed her. . .*\n\n*The Tyshima placing her katana and sheathe in front herself adjusting her sitting position as she lowered her view to the grass and closed her eyes. Seeking to conquer the chaos in her mind, one of her horns would morph and disappear. Whilst the other remained. . . Vulnerable.*" }, { "author": "bobwave.", "message": "*The pale oni had been wandering the wilds of Salvania for what had felt like months in his search for true believers to indoctrinate into his cult. He wore his horns proudly atop his head, not seeking to hide what he was, and put anyone who'd agitate him because of it to the sword.*\n\n*As he broke through the treeline, wandering across a shoddy dirt path, one of the four companions by his side perked up, uttering a contorted, blood-curdling screech. A common reaction that alerted Otakemaru to the presence of a being... Possibly potential a fellow apostle of the one true gods.*\n\n*Emerging through the brush, the stench of putrid and rotting flesh filled the clearing, an unwelcome surprise to those with weaker stomachs. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the figure... What looked to be an oni was seated below a tree, peculiar. And it was with this sight that all his companions glowered, guttural howls of pain breaking the silence as they surged forward, struggling towards the chains that bound them to the Pale Oni.*\n\n*The sound embodied rage, a promise of death coming swiftly. The four figures each covered in tattered, dirty cloaks continued to strain against the chains, though unable, the shackles of iron digging into their flesh. Never shaped by a human throat, the scream came again, bestial, hungry.*" }, { "author": "Tsyhima Izanami (Casual)", "message": "*Tsyhima remained in her head momentarily, she could hear the ear wrenching screeches in the nearby distance but thought nothing more of it... Than mere animals. Hearing said sound would remind her of a time she wish she had forgotten, Recalling the time that she had been an accomplice— a bystander to mischief— leading couples too naive to realize bandits were setting them up. . . She could feel her horse jolt at the shrieks, and feel it adjusting its to seek the origin. As long as Tsyhima did not move. The horse straining its loyalty to not bolt off, remained steadfast.*\n\n*As Tyshima winces at the all to familiar smell, she stood upright. Hesitant to grab her blade, but unable to ignore the bile that flooded her senses any longer. Suddenly triggering a forsaken memory she wished to forget entirely. . . Her horse would have got unsettled, both by the smell of rancid stench and approaching cries of the figure— but instead figures and looked towards them. The horse troubled whine could be heard.*\n\n**Move** *She says to herself, feeling the horse skittishness rising.*\n\n*. . . Tyshima wasn't what she wanted to believe she was—. The Oni opens her eyes, her thoughts cease at the sight of encroaching danger. Hastily grabbing her sheathed blade placing it back on her waist side curve up, she stood her ground. Keeping her hand close and ready to unsheathe. Standing at the defense of her steed. . .*\n\n*Tyshima would watch with discomfort as another Pale Oni approached her. . . Hearing and seeing the chains, made her truly defensive. Why were they here?*" }, { "author": "bobwave.", "message": "**\"Seems that you have agitated my... Acquaintances here. Are you a true believer as well?\"**\n\n*Asked the sentinel from behind a contorted mask. Otakemaru was dressed in full-set of samurai armour of dark blue and black shades, his hand reset on the hilt of his nodachi as he glowered at the girl, the four forms continuing to struggle against the chains and filling the air with their cries.*" }, { "author": "Tsyhima Izanami (Casual)", "message": "*Tyshima eyes dart between the four figures—the nodachi— and the Oni himself. She isn't very trusting of them seeing him keep his \"Acquaintances\" Close on a chained-leash. As well as being another Pale Oni. Tsyhima is hesitant to respond with a verbal answer, Which she doesn't. Reaches for her horns slowly, realizing that she hadn't hide them both fully.*\n\n*Her Jinbaori Kimonos color scheme was black and gray. Underneath it concealed was Tatami-Do mail and plate. The mail was blackened as well and did not shine, making it harder to spot. Having a Ninjato on her back, as Wakizashi underneath her sheathed Katana.*\n\n**Tyshima slowly shook her head at him, indicating she did not know what the Pale Oni was on about. . . She was not a believer.**" }, { "author": "bobwave.", "message": "**\"You... Don't... Know...\"**\n\n*Croaked the pale figure in a hushed voice, the flames of fanatical devoutness burning in his eyes like pools of fire. Though his chruch was small, to be so unknown was insulting, the gods grant him mercy for his failures and transgressions.*\n\n**\"Set aside your weapons and I shall show you the one true path.\"**\n\n*His companions seemed to be gurgling as blood began dripping from their wrists and necks as they continued to struggle against the chains, eventually the skin turning red and raw.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Tsyhima Izanami (Casual)", "message": "*Tyshima would do no such thing, she would not lay arms down to a stranger such as him. . . His appearance and his tone of approach didn't sit well with her. Watching blood leak from their skin, she would however move her hand from the katana's and await his reaction.*\n\n *She stares at him blankly, the oni remains on edge— nervous to say to most. The horse would stand upright behind Tsyhima about ready to bolt off, with or without her*" }, { "author": "bobwave.", "message": "*It seemed as if she was welcoming Otakemaru to preach his gospel, and as such, he began to move forward a few steps, ready to evangelise the curious oni into his most divine beliefs. And as he did so, the distance between the girl and the four beings in chains closed rapidly.*\n\n*The figures reached out with sickly looking arms, one of them swinging wildly at her though the distance prevented actual contact. They howled and choked back gurgles and shrieks as the chains tensed.*" }, { "author": "Tsyhima Izanami (Casual)", "message": "*Tsyhima holds her ground, leaning slightly away from the hands clawing of the figures. She pays attention to how the Oni approaches, and watches his hands. . . He was too close for her own comfort, Tsyhima shifts a foot back—. But bumps into the horses side. . . Being cornered wasn't exactly the position she'd like to be in.*" }, { "author": "bobwave.", "message": "**\"Now . . . Order or Chaos . . .?\"**\n\n*Asked the oni with glinting eyes, was there a right answer here? Well, that was to be seen. The pale priest's hands were put behind him, his armour and chains rattling gently as the breeze swept across the clearing. And once more the air filled with the beautiful smell of death and rot to be carried by the wind.*" }, { "author": "Tsyhima Izanami (Casual)", "message": "*Tyshima was all too familiar with smell of death and rot. . . She'd honestly wished she'd run away from the smell for good. . . Tyshima visible shivers at the question feeling the sensation in her horns then down her spine, realizing she couldn't get out of this situation peacefully without speaking, otherwise she'd have to fight and risk put her steed endanger. . . Either way, She complied; her mouth opens slowly—yet no words come out. . . Her facial expression is full of hesitation and doubt as she forces a simple yet stressful answer out and exhales, staring the Oni in the eyes, she speaks just loud enough to be heard.*\n\n**\"—. . . Order. . .—\"**" }, { "author": "bobwave.", "message": "**\"Wrong answer. . .\"**\n\n*And as he spoke so, the figures were freed from their chains and unison surged towards the girl and her mount, three of them converging from the front and side while the remaining figure charged towards the horse, the smell of their warm flesh and flowing red blood got them in a murderous rage.*\n\n*Watching with a smile around seven meters from her was Otakemaru, with both hands one hand resting in his kimono and the other on the hilt of the nodachi, running his hand across the bear tooth that adorned it.*\n\n*The two husks on either side would try to grab her arms, pinning her down and gorging themselves if they were able to while the central form would try to get a bear hug around the girl.*\n\n*The singular other form would charge the horse from the front, aiming to wrap its arms around the beast's neck before trying to dig its teeth into the equine's windpipe.*" }, { "author": "Tsyhima", "message": "*Tyshima's other horn would appear; with her bearing both horns. She knew there was no point in lying to herself. Fight or flight kicked in: and she wasn't entirely sure which to commit to. . . Her steed at this point of time would've begun to run dragging the husk with it and buck wildly at the nearest Husk. Was too in fight or flight. She turn her priorities to her partner*\n\n*The oni grasps her katana's hilt and shifts the curve outwards from her hip. She unsheathes and slashes in violent diagonal arc at the closest husk's arm in her way towards the steed. In a desperate hastily maneuver, she makes her way through to the husk that is turning her mount into a meal, preparing to deliver another strike at its nape.*" }, { "author": "dotsisataurus", "message": "4 + shredder on the sword\n\nThe edge from the sheathe was pointed up then slashed downwards\n\nSo unsheathe, edge up, then slashed down" } ]

[ { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Ooh, this will do~\"\n*The young cleric chirped as she thumbed through the vibrant foliage, carefully picking out the valuable herbs and mushrooms. Despite being able to buy these items from an apothecary fairly cheaply, Cecilia felt a sense of pride for her ability to locate what she needed, and the extra money saved always helped. She stood up a moment, wiping her brow and sighing gently as the sun glittered through the thicket above.*\n\"I should get some food...\"" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "*She was foraging in the woods hunting some wild boars to be sold in the market their meat into food and hides, into leather, she was humming a cute tune in the area she then scents the of cecilia and follows the scen*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*Hearing the sound of another voice nearby, Cecilia perked up, half in anticipation and half from anxiety, her staff appearing in her offhand as she stamped it into the soil for comfort.*\n\"Hello...? Is someone there?\"" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "*She then masks any sound she makes by moving slowly holding her knife out and walks carefully on the human still sniffing the air for her scent*\n\nHuman scent probably a water macen or a fire macen but this scent is making my mouth water\n\n*She then thread the forest until she saw the water macen holding her knife and ready to do something stupid or attack her* In case she" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Show yourself!\"\n*She barked loudly, eyes steeling as she threw up her Project Barrier immediately in front of her, keeping an eye out for any signs of movement.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "*Keeps walking closer* Ahh... So you can feel me dear macen *Comes out in a bush before and gives her a surprise*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*Still on guard, but far less wary now that she had a face and a voice, Cecilia dispersed her Barrier, raising an eyebrow to the canifor.*\n\"Mm, in a way, yes. Who are you?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Im Abigail Cyril and who might you be? *Her scent was attracting her so much*\n\nYou leave off such an aromatic scent no wonder attarcted to your weet scents\n\n*Shes carrying some dead wild deads with one paw and holding a knife in the other*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"A scent? But I showered today...\"\n*Cecilia mumbled, sniffing sharply as she tried to work out what this scent would've been. Quickly giving up, she returned her attention to the canifor - mildly on edge from their peculiar manner of speech.*\n\"I'm Cecilia... What are you doing in the forest? I haven't seen many of your kind around these parts...\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Even you take a bath you still have that clean scent and it attracts my sensetive nose to you, also why im here im a huntress im hunting some wild boar to sell their hides and meat" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Oh, so it's not-Right, ok~\"\n*She sighed in relief, wearing her heart on her sleeve as she giggled softly. Entirely dropping her guard, she gasped in awe, hopping closer as she probed further.*\n\"Wow, really? I've tried hunting, but I've only managed hares so far... They're a bit lean too...\"" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "Hares nono i dont hunt hares and rabbits i pity them instead I have a pet bunny myself and why i prefer deer and boars" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Oh, I could never manage bigger game... Not strong enough for that~\"\n*Cecilia confessed with an embarrassed giggle, shrugging lightly as she leaned on her staff idly.*\n\"Have you finished hunting for today?\"" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "Im still hunting for more but t seem they all fled cause in here hunting them all off plus wild boars fight back they hurt so much with there tusks" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Did you need any help, Abi? I'm good with some magics that might be helpful~\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Thanks i might need some help they run to fast even with my movement speed" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "Hogs are sneaky and have good hearing so be sneaky and quite as possible" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Right, ok! Where are they, then?\"\n*She asked, her head darting about as she searched for any signs of the beasts - coming up short, for she had little in the way of enhanced senses.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "Follow me then *She then threads carefully on the woods smelling the air of pig scent as she immediately caught there scent she began her pursuit*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*The cleric made an effort to keep up, but was never going to match the pace of a wolfen canifor, even with her Macen stamina. She quickly opted to jig behind instead of sprinting as she panted, keeping her stance low as they headed deeper into the thicket.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "*She then slowed down by a lot* There here *She then hides in a brush and look at them with murderous intent* Shh..." }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*Cecilia managed to slow her breathing to be quiet enough, her heart's heavy beats pounding in her ears alone. She examined the beasts carefully, a chill flushing through her as one of them snorted and squealed. She had heard pigs squeal before, but none had been so primal in their cries like these...*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "*She then uses empowered strike on her hatchet and and dashes at the boars and hits one with her axe the other boars saw this and confronts her stabbing each with a knife and her empowered strike expiring due to so many pigs*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The first boar, entirely caught by surprise, as well as the strength of the axe strike after an Empowered Strike, squeals in pain as it's skin is cut, the wound leaving it bleeding profusely as it attempts to limp away. The other boars attempt to rush her in panic, horns lowered as they charged her.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "*She gets by one and dodges away throwing the knife in her off hand hitting the escaping injured boar*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*Sensing the urgency of the situation, Cecilia quickly stepped forward, pulling from her belt a thin, wiry wooden wand. She yelled to Abigail as she focused, the wand sparking gently as the spell began to activate.*\n\"COVER YOUR EYES, I'M CASTING A BLINDING SPELL! GET THE INJURED ONE!\"" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "*She dodges some hits again an covers her eyes* Go for it" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*After hearing Cecilia yell so loudly, the remaining boars would halt and turn their attention to her, snorting angrily and stamping the ground threateningly, in an attempt to drive her away.*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*The wand finally crackled as the magical energy flowed into the gem, a bolt of light rocketing from the tip. Cecilia screwed her eyes shut as she felt the projectile leave the wand, recalling the direction the boar had ran in and barrelling towards it in pursuit. As the bolt struck the ground and erupted in a blinding flash, she barked to Abigail to follow after the boar, tumbling through the bushes and away from the larger group.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "*She then follows them and hacks one with her axe and claiming her knife from a dead bore*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The remaining six boars reeled back from the flash, entirely disoriented long enough for the two to escape into the thicket.\n\nThe injured boar continued to sprint away, its wound not hindering its speed - at least not yet.*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Ah- I'm not fast enough for this...\"\n*Cecilia panted, heaving as she began to reach the limit of her stamina. While she was athletic as most mages tended to be in order to keep her abilities at maximum proficiency, she was no hunter, and lacked the practice for such breakneck speeds into long-distance running.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "*Grab her hand and runs with her*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The boar would soon tire, not built physically for extended sprints; the wound hindering its stamina further. It soon slowed to a frantic trot, then turned to face its quarry head-on.*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Ah- Gosh, what should we do? I'm not great with combat...\"\n*She mumbled, shying away from the enraged beast, holding up her staff defensively.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "We could fight back or keep running your choice" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*Noticing one of its aggressors moving away, the boar would charge at Abigail in a frenzy, rearing its horns in an attempt to knock her aside and escape once more.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "Ok that's it *She confronts it and hacks its head with the axe*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*Cecilia would join her, casting Smite as she attempted to slam her staff head into the boar's side, yelling wildly as she did so.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The boar would finally fall, the overwhelming strikes taking their toll as it slumped over dead.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "Nice hit *She then pulls the boars teeth off and takes away some of its hide and meat* Dinner hehehe" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*The young lady took a moment to relax, still very much rattled from her first taste of real combat. Her nerves got the better of her as she collapsed to the ground, sighing deeply as she gathered her strength.*\n\"Oh Oberith, that was... Oberith...\"\n*She mumbled breathlessly, staring at the vanquished creature blankly.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "Oberith who might that be? *She is still cutting the boar*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Huh...? Oh... My old master...\"\n*She replied idly, still a little dazed as she struggled to her feet, using her staff as a walking stick for a moment or two.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "Ok then *She then leaves the boars without legs and skinless* Well this is enough for today\n\nIm already good with tonights racionbut i might stay for more meat" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Mm... Ok... Need any help?\"\n*The cleric asked as some of the colour returned to her face, another sigh - far more spirited than the last - leaving her lungs.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "I think i can pick them one on one you look tired and out of mana" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*Tired, a little... Mana, I'm fine on...\"\n*She confessed with an exhausted giggle, feeling a little bad for not being able to help further - she had helped take it down, after all.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "*She then sniffs something peculiar* (can i find items in the wild owo\n\n*She then digs on some spot near them*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Looking for something...?\"\n*She asked, wandering over to the excavation spot.*" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "*She then recovers 2 silver* Ooo silver" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*The cleric simply blinked in shock, the notion of burying silvers here baffling her entirely. Perhaps some children had decided to play a game of pirates, and Abigail had just ruined a fun game. She giggled at the thought, finally feeling composed enough to walk straight.*\n\"Well, this was fun Abi, but I think I should head back - I need a drink, and to sleep. You're welcome to join me if you'd like~\"" }, { "author": "Abigail_Cyril(Canifor)", "message": "Im trying to cut short on bills and i sleep up the trees but thanks for the offer" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Mm, if you say so... Don't be a stranger, then - come say hi if you see me~\"\n*She chirped back, her pep returning to her as she bid farewell to the canifor, heading back towards civilisation via the path they had strayed so far from.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna padded through the forest, following an invisible trail as she lead Asuga through the woods. Her Jackal had run off ahead, sniffing at the scent lines of other creatures that had passed more recently. Distantly the rushing sounds of a brook echoed nearby and Juna soon diverted from the path she was on to head towards the noise signifying the location of her camp. \n\nJace had reappeared from the underbrush with a leaf clinging to his mouth, but the Jackal didn't seem to mind it as he quickly darted off in the new direction they were heading in.*\n\"It shouldn't be much further from here...\" *The Canifor said, keeping her ears raised for any signs of danger. Juna had become more accustomed to this part of the woods, but there was always the chance of finding a traveler wandering through the forest for resources.*" }, { "author": "Asuga Nakano", "message": "*The Okamimi followed Juna through the dense forest, gazing around and generally enjoying nature. It had been a while since she had been deep in the woods... The memory of that job brought a chill to her spine. She didn't regret killing those people, not exactly... She had done it for a reason, it wasn't just the money. \"Save ten people by killing one.\" Those words echoed in Asuga's mind... It was the motto of the organization that had often hired her. It paid well... Made Asuga feel like she was doing the right thing. She liked to tell herself she didn't think it was the right thing to do now, but... It was easy for Asuga to lie to others, but not so to lie to herself.*\n\n*Asuga's mind snapped back to reality as Juna began to speak again. Her black, fluffy ears perked up, and she gave a small smile.* \"Oh, good!\" *The Okamimi smiled down at Jace as he padded along next to them. Asuga looked up at the lush canopy of leaves above them. It was so peaceful. The Okamimi could see why it would be nice for Juna to want to live here.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace had sprung back out of hiding in front of the Canifor, his tail wagging in excitement of being back at their camp. Juna stooped down to pull the annoying leaf out of the Jackal's jaws before standing up straight. She came to a stop after a couple more steps and just beyond the pair of trees to either side of her was a small opening in the forest.\n\nIt didn't look any different from the rest of the woods, except for the burnt leaves and logs that signified where a campfire once was. Not too far away from said campfire sat a structure made up of sticks that seemed to be shaped to make some sort of tent. It was a shelter of sorts, not large enough to fit much more than someone of Juna's stature, but it seemed sheltered enough.*\n\n\"Here we are,\" *Juna said with an absence of enthusiasm, probably from her thinking it wasn't really a sight to behold.* \"Home sweet home.\" *Jace darted forward, running around the open with more energy than he had shown since the two have met.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel looked up as the screeching echoed throughout the forest, pulling tightly on the reigns which in turn caused his horse to come to a slow stop. His horse shook his head to and fro nervously, affected by whatever it was that had disturbed the original peace of the forest. Terrel gave a small pat to the horse before he would slowly turn and slide off of the animal.*\"Seems like it's not just us out here.\" *He said, running his hand down the horses snout, before grabbing its lead and deciding to carry on further on foot.\n\nHis hand instinctively went down to the hilt of his sword, clenching and unclenching his grip around it. Eventually the lizardman's camp came into view in the near distance, his close presence evidence by the line of smoke from the recently doused flame.*\"And doesn't seem like they're far...\"*He says. The Furrow along his shoulders would move to one side, chittering some sort of comment in its own language from where it sat while his horse shifted from one foot to another nervously.* \n\n\"Come on out.\"*He would say with a light smirk. If it were some kind of monster, they were bound to come out of hiding eventually. If not, more likely than not it was some random traveler that had been camping out before he had arrived. At least that's what Terrel figured. They could have just as easily packed up camp and left, but with all the stuff littered around and night falling soon, he found it harder believe someone would leave this much behind. He wouldn't mind it though, more stuff for him if someone decided to move on without it.*\"No reason to worry about a pig.\"*He said, continuing forward cautiously as he tugged his horse along with him.*" }, { "author": "Gerhard Halme", "message": "*Gerhard layed low to the ground, eyeing the traveller from a distance, trying his hardest to blend into the scenery of shrubery and grass, obviously to no avail but atleast trying to be still and quiet.*\n\n*As Gerhard hid, more and more of the travellers features became visible and his heat signature more radiant. With the distance closing Gerhard reared up, almost like a big cat waiting to pounce on his prey. There was no good to come if he let this person go. But as he was ready to pounce, a description of the thing caught him off gaurd. A pig? A pig man? Really? With being caught off gaurd and almost like a hand distraction, he let out a involuntary few words*\n\n\"What in the hell is a pigman doing out here\"\n\n*It wasnt loud but it was audible, sourcing from the same deep, scratchy voice that could be heaed before from the dying deer. It was clear the voice came from near the camp but that was all that was obvious*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel stopped walking for a moment as he heard the voice. He would turn his head in the direction of it and for a moment his gaze would fall on Gerhard. The Elf could tell the words came from that general direction, but with a lack of movement it was hard for him to tell if he was looking at the Lizardman or the rest of the forestry. He decided to keep an ear out as he would continue taking a few more steps forward and guide his horse to trot at the side of him, opposite of where the voice came from.*\n\n\"It's too bad someone left this perfectly good campsite behind...\"*He would continue, turning his gaze away from the Lizardman while trying to keep the spot the voice came from in his peripheral.*\"Cattle, horses, and all...\"*It was obvious, Terrel was trying to bait the Lizardman out, but for what reason seemed pretty unclear.\n\nTerrel stood at the edge of the camp. There he waited in silence, listening to the small sounds of movement or sounds coming from where they had originally.*\"Guess there's no point in not putting this place to good use.\"" }, { "author": "Gerhard Halme", "message": "*Gerhsrd, stalking every move of the odd creature, beared his teeth as the thing got closer to his camp, his belongings and hard work easily to be ruined by this animal. He hated it and stood up defensively and slowly, but not worried sbour concealement anymore*\n\n*He drew his sword quickly and with purpose and pointed it towards the figure, a stern and deathly look on Gerhards face*\n\n\"You, dont you dare take another step or i will cut you from your knees. Hands up and away from you weapon belt\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel turned his head towards Gerhard as he revealed himself. Another Lizardfolk. They were starting to seem quite abundant around here or maybe that was just Terrel's luck. He wouldn't move another step in fact he didn't move at all while watching Gerhard with his masked gaze.\n\nHis horse gave a snort of uncertainty, turning his head away from the Lizard. They already had a hectic enough encounter with one, though this hardly seemed much different.*\"Am I allowed to hold onto my horse at least?\"*He asked calmly. It didn't seem he was too concerned with the Lizard's aggression or maybe that was just how he was.*\"Wouldn't want him running off and scaring the rest of the cattle.\"" }, { "author": "Gerhard Halme", "message": "*Gerhard lowered his sword slightly, not in a lowering of his guard but to move closer and no obstruct his sword if he need to swing or stab the mysterious figure in front of him.*\n\n*Moving closer now, about 20 to 25 feet away from the being, Gerhard staring straight to the eyes of the mysterious man or woman, with a predator intent. The horse rearing and obviously finding extreme anxiety in the situation seemed to comfort Gerhard in the, there is no escape if something bad were to happen*\n\n*The question of the horse made him chuckle though. He nodded and waved his hand as a sign of permission*\n\n\"Yes, you can hold his reins. Now, what are you doing here, more specificly, why are you here at my camp\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel wrapped the reigns tightly around one hand as his horse tugged on it. The hand he rested on hilt of his sword slowly lowered away from it to rest at his side.\n\nHe gazed back at the Lizardfolk, not averting his attention away. With the pig mask on his head, he appeared to carry a more neutral expression. At the very least, his mouth could be seen to carry any expression other than the blank stare he gave Gerhard, but still, didn't change much.\n\nThe Furrow on his shoulder would move from one side of him to another, brushing past the long pink locks of hair that extended past his mask down to his shoulders. He would give an angry chitter towards Gerhard, however, it could be hard to take the small bird creature very seriously. Despite it, the creature was still given a light stroke under its chin by the pig elf's free hand before he would eventually respond.*\n\n\"Well currently I'm being interrogated by a Lizardfolk with a sword being pointed at me.\"*He said to answer the first question.*\"As for why I'm here, I've just been traveling through and figured I'd rest for the night.\"" }, { "author": "Gerhard Halme", "message": "*Gerhard grunted, inspectinhg every bit of the pig things boyd and figure, every mannerism or move, trying to break whatever shield was being internally put up. After a little he sighed and sheathed his sword, stepping back a bit and looking to the pig*\n\n\"You can rest. Mask off though. I dare catch you putting your hands on my hunt or property, i will skin you the same as this deer\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well asking me to remove the mask would be the very act of skinning me.\"*He would say with a grin. It seemed he found some amusement at the thought or maybe it was because Gerhard had finally given him 'permission' to rest. Seeing the Lizard sheathe his sword, Terrel would turn to his horse and give it a light pat on the side.*\n\n\"Besides I'm not interested in hunting animals, eating them is not worth it to me.\"*He would say. His horse seemed to calm down a bit as it lifted its head up to gaze over at Gerhard.*" }, { "author": "Gerhard Halme", "message": "*Gerhard would sit back down near the fire, a flint and rock being clinked together, throwing sparks to the slightly charred would that wasnt covered fully my dirt. As the sparks landed and caught a small flame, he blew on it softly letting it turn back to a rosring campfire.*\n\n*As the flame came back to life, he loomed to Terrel in some level of bewilderment. Not to the mask, but to the uninterest in hunting animals. Now it isn't in his religion to hunt, but he has taken a very routine and ingrained use of hunting. It seemed so foreign and impossible that he just scoffed and went back to skinning his deer*\n\n\"Well i guess there goes any furture partnership. Whats your name anyways pig boy\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You can call me Terrel or just continue to call me a pig, I've grown used to both.\"*He said, walking over to the campfire with only a small amount of protest coming from his easily spooked horse. Terrel eventually coaxed the horse to lay down, allowing him easier access to the saddle bags it carried.*\n\n\"Do you have a name, or can I just call you Lizard?\"*He asked, glancing back to him.*\"Seems pretty suiting if you ask me.\"*The Furrow would climb down his shoulder and along his arm, venturing to a new place of exploration for it before it came to a stop at the saddle bags and hopped up atop them. Terrel's attention would switch to it as it distracted him for a moment while he gave it a small head pat with his finger.*" }, { "author": "Gerhard Halme", "message": "*Gerhard would chuckle at the calling of a lizard and look over to Terrel with a truly amused grin. The odd animal moving around and being pat was something different to him and just decided to ignore the actions with it*\n\n\"Well i am named Gerhard but lizard works too. Never seen a pig person before, where do you guys hail from, if anywhere?\"\n\n*Gerhard was atleast interested in this thing, something foreign but familiar at the same time. Just seemed so slightly off but he couldn't put his finger on it. He needed to know though, out of curiosity and knowing how to deal with any future threats. With the constant thinkiong ahead his eyes would almost glaze over being stuck in thought*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He reached past the Furrow to grab a couple potatoes from the saddle bag before turning around and sitting back against his horse. He would peel the vegetable, keeping part of his attention on it while he responded to Gerhard.*\n\n\"Nowhere specific.\"*He said.*\"I just come from a place far off from here that no one has heard of, but usually if you're looking for a pig you can find them behind the same fencing as the horses and ox you have.\"\n\n*Terrel seemed to have gotten into a small rhythm as he peeled the potatoes, finding satisfaction in the simple process while his Furrow hopped down to pick at the pieces he allowed to fall to the ground.*\"It's probably a good thing I'm the only Pig man you've seen lest you want to be deemed crazy for going around and talking about it to others in the capitol.\"" }, { "author": "Gerhard Halme", "message": "*Gerhard nodded, sitting and contemplating if he was hallucinating or crazy right now. He decided that he wasnt and looked to the pig, thinking off of a million other things, more so looking through him*\n\n\"Well, Terrel. You want to make coin? Not hunting or mercenary contracts. Doesn't pay enough for us to live off of in this age. Quests, varying in everything and anything. An adventure fit for an outcast and religious fighter. You may be a stranger but something about you makes me think you will be a worthy partner. Even if you are heretical in my eyes\"\n\n*Gerhard looked hard and serious to Terrel now, truly offering this partnership. Both out of spontaneous occurence but also oppurtunity to seek out his warrior path through any means necessary, and maybe even become succesful for it, but that was only a secondary thought in the spectrum of things*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would set the potatoes down near the fire as he finished peeling them before reaching back and grabbing some seasonings to sprinkle on them for flavor before he sat back to watch them cook.*\n\n\"I wouldn't say no to extra coin as long as the job isn't too unrealistic. Quests even more so.\"*He said before raising an invisible eyebrow at the Lizardman.*\"But I'm assuming that since you're asking me for a partnership after threatening me with a sword earlier, you have something you need help with?\"\n\n*It was a bold assumption, though Terrel could respect the kill now ask questions later kind of guard the Lizard seemed to be on not too long ago. He didn't care too much if Gerhard needed help or not so long as Terrel would benefit in some way for it. Thus was the way of the Mercenary Pig Elf.*" }, { "author": "Gerhard Halme", "message": "*Gerhard nodded happily, seeing oppurtunity in the partnership and looked to Terrel again as he asked about the reasoning for the offer. The cogs turned on wether to lie or tell the truth. Lying seemed safe but untrustworthy and the truth seemed trustworthy but a possible deal breaker. The options weighed for only a split second and his choice was made up*\n\n\"I am doing it out of religious faith. I want to further the gods word to all accepting and defeat all those who truly oppose the movement. Coin is only an object for me, I don't wish for riches, only enough to know that a warrior for the gods exist still and maybe even convert some to the gods words and true figure. I will live by the sword and die by it, for the gods. Thats my oath and no one will stop me from holding it.\"\n\n*Gerhard said every word like it was set in stone, unchangable and undeniable. He did not falter in any noticable moment for his faith or why he truly believed he wanted and needed help for his mission*\n\n\"You be heretical, but I truly believe you may be a good partner of war and faith. I see a soul of war in you, and for this i respect you. In my mission of faith, i need a kindred soul to brave the fronts. If i have such, i can move forward with my mission\"\n\n*The lizard seemed almost entirely encased by faith in the later moments, till he snapped back to reality in almost a blink of an eye and offered his hand, a sign of partnership and cooperation.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel regarded the Lizardman's insistence towards the ideology that he followed and though he promised fame and fortune from it, Terrel didn't care much for his goal towards them. However, Terrel was a Mercenary and as long as the jobs didn't affect him in the long run he was fine with doing them for good enough pay. There may be a sense of craziness in this Lizard yet or maybe he was simply drunk, but Terrel's dealt with both.\n\nHe'd wait for Gerhard to finish speaking, continuing to eat at the potato slices in a calm manner as it contrasted that of Gerhard's more openly violent one. Eventually he'd look back over towards him, wondering if his man was planning on stabbing him in the back at some point if he were to agree to it. He didn't seem to be the most stable in Terrel's eyes, but if he could promise fame and fortune, who was Terrel to deny going on a few quests with him.*\n\n\"I suppose I can for as long as it's convenient for me.\"*He says and of course by convenient, he meant until he gets tired of being associated with Gerhard trying to chase after invisible gods to become some warrior to them rather than simply being a warrior in itself. Terrel didn't have anything else to do during his travels, maybe this would spark something interesting in his eyes for however long this partnership lasted.*" }, { "author": "Gerhard Halme", "message": "*Gerhard would smile as a positive affirmation to the agreement of the partnership, those same sharp teeth peeking through. His beaty, almost snake like eyes would look to Terrel and his hand elongated, point like the edge of a blade and almost just as sharp if his claws were to be extended.*\n\n\"Then we must shake on it! To partners, for gold and gods!\"\n\n*Gerhard would shake his head to his hand in an effort to reassure that the shake is the binding contract of the partnership*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave a shrug, figuring he had nothing else to lose at a time like this. He would hold his hand out to clasp Gerhard's and give a short yet firm shake before moving his hand away. His Furrow had made progress back up his cloak to the spot on his shoulder where it once was and decidedly, Terrel gave him the last small slice of potato he had.*\n\n\"So what quest did you need help with...\"*He asked eventually in his normal monotone voice. Terrel figured he might as well find out now whatever it is he'll have to deal with the next day. At least then he'd be ready for it.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Amos", "message": "He still hated the indoors. Months later and that had yet to change for him. It was frustrating but luckily there were few people who seemed overly aware of it, or who even cared. It was that discomfort however that drove Amos out of the city and into relative quiet. The woods were quite a different place than where he had grown up and they were becoming more comforting than he'd ever anticipated them being.\n\nAmos measured how far out he had gone from the city limits, remembering his sister's latest attempt on him, and knowing that if had to keep a reasonable closeness for safety. Still, he felt himself relax without the constant racket of people, businesses, and general noises that congealed in such close confines. \n\nHe smiled, feeling he'd made quite a bit of progress since he'd first escaped his chains. It was sort of nice, just being able to walk in the quiet and remember those he had met since then." }, { "author": "validun", "message": "\"Gyaa!\" He shouted, whipping his reins on his horse to keep it going as fast as he could. His horse neigh upon his response as it keep on galloping on a faster pace than usual as it was. Iseldir's thought was simply keep on going as fast he could now. There was a little time to spare he had with, so he had to be fast. Taking the short but a narrow route through a thick, humid and dense forest, Iseldir couldn't resist the environment around him. \n\n*Nature... A fresh breath of life...* It was a woody heaven for the wilds animals that lived in this types of environments. The aged trees had creaking branches, but despite that, scurrying squirrels that lived around it contined to searched for food under bristles of wispy moss. Berries that lay ripening under the leafy dome of the forest. It felt home, for sure.\n\nThe next moment he kept on going through the route, he saw an familiar figure in a glimpse as he kept on moving through the trees around him. In a instant, he quickly brought the reins of his horse, settling it down to a stop suddenly as the horse neighs in response. Iseldir brought his horse to the direction where the familiar figure he just saw, his eyes widened and squinted a bit as he tries to figure out who it was.\n\nThe figure were that of a half-elf from the looks of it, and he had a long white hair that could lengthen to his shoulders at least. It fell familiar to him, and a word quickly sprang in his mind. \"Amos?\" He spoke, curious in his answers as he called out to what is seemed to be his friend." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "There was a definite sound of a traveler, and it was somewhat surprising. Amos expected most of them to stick to the main roads where most felt safer from the denizens of the woods, and unexpected ambushes. His initial thought was that it was the latter, but it really only sounded like one horse and it was moving quickly. Bemused, he paused to turn and track the sound, for once thankful his sensitive hearing was not something lost over the years.\n\nCatching sight of the robes he paused, recognizing the color and changing his path to bring him closer as he saw the horse suddenly brought to a halt. It seemed it was a good day for reminiscing though; He blinked realizing who it was and smiled even as he heard his name. One of the first individuals he'd found himself happy to know after escaping.\n\n\"Iseldir?\" He picked up his speed, pausing with a sense of growing concern. Why had he been going so quickly? \"Where are you going so quickly?\" His first thought was of the other Druids, and that Vampire that had been with him the first time he met the older Druid. It was a longshot though, he hadn't heard hide nor hair of that vampire since then, and didn't think the man would call out so calmly if his people were in trouble.\n\nThe 'half elf' at least seemed better off than before; Less lean, and with clothes better cared for at least. Also he wasn't beaten and unconscious." }, { "author": "validun", "message": "He couldn't believed what he saw at first, and frankly enough, he had somewhat grateful feeling within him that he were able to meet Amos in such a place out of a sudden. Still, he wondered what was Amos doing at here anyways. *He probably still living the nomad life as usual... Just like... Me* That's what he thought to himself at first, for the least.\n\nIseldir settled down from his saddles as he hopped himself off from it onto the ground. With that said, he slowly as well approaches his long time friend he had not met for a long time, to which months can be said as well. \"...I have taken upon a quest recently.\" He said, stopping his footings after arriving in front of Amos direction. \"...A quest that is in a dire matter... Peoples that are needed of help... They are being stranded somewhere else, and couldn't get out ever since..\" He explained his intentions for what he came here, and at the mean time, he also offered his long time friend a hand shake as well as a gesture for their short brief reunion." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "A nomadic life seemed about on the mark. While his clothes were cared for, they were simple, and he had a pack that while light was probably enough to carry whatever belongings he had. Especially if he had precious little to call his own. Once Amos was close enough he waited for Iseldir to dismount from the horse, looking at the creature with a small smile, then focused on the Druid.\n\nHearing the explanation however, Amos frowned slightly. \"Stranded somewhere else, or kept there?\" He asked, reaching out to grasp the man's hand and expression softening. \"Though I can see why you would be hurrying now. Is it far, and do you need help?\" He imagined that the Druid could deal with things himself, but it never hurt to have another about to help. And, well, he owed him for his help and for his friendship." }, { "author": "validun", "message": "Iseldir felt his hands were gripped firmly by Amos shake, but it was nothing much of a deal. He retracted it back shortly and lifted a small smile he can in response. \"...From what I had from the details I could get, I was told that they are stranded in a cave or something that is nearby around this place.\" He spoke, in response to Amos's question regarding on the matter. \"...I am not sure about the peoples are still alive or not, there have been adventurers and peoples like me have taken upon the quest before. But none of them came back without a word either...\" He continued on with his words, and drew in a short but deep breath shortly in order to keep up with it.\n\n\"...Other than that, this quest have going on for about a month now. So I decided to take the quest upon me.\" With that said, he sighed but quickly turn his sight on Amos himself upon hearing his help on the matter \"...Well, if you wanted to assist. That is. I wouldn't mind either, my friend.\" He told him about it, and he was fine if he could come around if he could." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "The more Iseldir spoke, the more the situation gained an ominous ring to it. While he distantly puzzled about the number of people who may be simply gone due to the same intentions the Druid had; A need to help others. He inhaled slowly and let it out, that notion cementing his need to make sure that Iseldir did not go alone. \n\n\"Sounds like plenty of other able bodied folks have gone and not come back then...\" He mused, rubbing his neck. \"Which doesn't seem to bode too well, unless something is keeping them there willingly somehow.\" Which he supposed could happen, but seemed even more menacing than dead folk to him. Just unsettling. \n\nPausing as the Druid accepts the help, he smiles quietly, \"Well, it would be the least I could do. And I bounce back quite a bit quicker from injuries now compared to before, so you wouldn't have to worry too much about me weighing you down.\"" }, { "author": "validun", "message": "\"....Then, we should head out now as we can. Hopefully... We could get this done before night comes.\" He spoke, nodding his head as well after hearing Amos's answers regarding about the situation. With that said, he slowly approaches his horse as he hops onto its saddle again. Dragging its reins, Iseldir slowly brought the horse turning around for the direction where their quest should be supposedly at. His grip over the reins were simply firmed as he turned.\n\nBefore he headed out, he slowly turn his sight back over at Amos and faintly smiled for a moment. \"...And also, thank you for coming... My friend.\" He said, and he was grateful for his assistance in this certain quest he had. Seconds later, he brought up the reins of his horse and whipped upon it, giving the signal to head out as its gallop forwards in its direction." } ]

[ { "author": ".solrise", "message": "Solden sat on a rock, chewing a piece of bread. *I swear, I'm never going to go in the forest without my honing steel.* She dug in her bag, and put some cheese on the bread as well. When finished, Sol leaned back against a tree and listened to the birds and took in the scenery." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "*He had been traveling a while. Perhaps because he had just run into an old friend, but mostly because the constant movement made him feel more secure. The 'Oni' to the untrained eye moved with fair quiet that came from familiarity of the woods and how to move in them. Despite it, some twigs did crack from his feet. He paused seeing a bit of color that did not match the woods.*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "Solden was listening to the different bird calls, when she heard something that was quite different. Upon hearing twigs cracking, she stowed her things and got up, keeping her hand close to her sword.\n\n\"Who's there?\" She called. *I do not feel like fighting,* Sol thought, advanced forward slowly." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "*He cocked his head, brows raised at the woman standing with a sword and now advancing.* \"A traveler. If you're looking to run me through and take my belongings, be quick about it. I don't have time today to lounge about bleeding all over the woods.\" *He says, voice dry and smirking.*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "Solden laughed and groaned at the same time, straightening up. \"Only if I have to,\" She replied. \"But I'd rather not, seeing as I have stumbled upon a fellow traveler. Any special places you're going?\"" }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "*He let some tension leave his shoulders, but could still feel his skin prickling. An odd side effect he had yet to understand.* \"Well, let me know if you change your mind.\" *He says with a shrug before pausing.* \"Just back to a camp. I'm not nearly as satisfied staying in one place as my fellows are and I enjoy my wanderings. Yourself?\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"I'm going to a bar in Salvainia. Apparently, they have very good beer, and I'm hoping they live up to their claims. I'm planning on going to Silnaria next, and then perhaps on a boat. I've never actually been on one.\" Sol rifled in her bag for a few seconds before taking out a rolled up map and unfurling it. \"See, I've got a whole tour ahead,\" She joked." }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"Well, it sounds like it.\" *He comments, adjusting his bag on his shoulder.* \"Boats are not terrible, but they can become boring for long distances unless something interesting happens. As for Salvainia... Been about there, but not often lately. Either way, it ought to be fun for I imagine.\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Yeah, I'm hoping there's more interesting things to do. It's become a bit boring nowadays, and I can only find either slightly different beer and a few new places. I'm thinking of maybe joining a cause so I have something to work towards. I don't want to just travel and be forgotten.\"" }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"Ahh, being forgotten isn't a terrible thing. At least, not really.\" *He looks up at the sky.* \"As for things to do, really depends. A Macen named Alde is looking to make a mercenary group apparently. But depends on your goals I suppose.\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Well, I want to be remembered for something great. As for my goals...\" She paused. \"I think I might want to try working with people to create something, like a guild or a school. That sort of thing.\"" }, { "author": "Amos", "message": "\"A school huh?\" *As he leans against a tree, letting himself relax.* \"A school for what, exactly?\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Well doesn't *Have* To be a school. I just want to participate in something that can include plenty of people, or maybe just helping other people.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru was roaming the wilds after a successful day at the market* \"As good a day as any I'd say\"\n\n*After a while, he gave a few sniffs through the air and his ears twitched. He would then put his mask on to conceal his grin. He would the start aproatching quietly downwind of the camp.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna kept most of her focus ahead as she would give her Jackal a small pat before backing up once more to try a new trick. While Kibaru moved downwind of them, his scent didn't seem to carry towards her. However, despite it, her ears would raise up at the slightest sound as Kibaru spoke to himself. With her hearing still being somewhat decent, the Canifor would slowly turn her gaze in the direction Kibaru was coming from. Silence followed her as she stood tense in waiting as if expecting for something jump up out of nowhere which with all the patrolling she had been doing around the forest, wasn't so far fetched of a conclusion.*\"Who's there-\"*She'd say suddenly, her hand going to her waist where her dagger remained hidden away. The last thing she would have wanted was an enemy to make it all the way to her camp, though if she must she'd have to defend it some way. Her Jackal would turn his head, not exactly noticing Kibaru's presence like Juna could. However, he could pick up on her tension just as well.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would be surprised to hear a voice. None the less, he continued forwards, being as quite as possible till he can see Juna and her companion. He would think to himself 'Canifor... Hardly smelled her. Just though there was a fox. Guess that means one thing' He would be complely still and waited*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would remain quiet as she waited, her gaze flitting from one direction to another with each moment that passed without a word being said. For a moment, Juna thought she might have imagined it though she'd rather not take the chances. Slowly she would near her Jackal, stooping down to his level as she would whisper:*\"Go find...\"*Juna would point out in the direction that she heard the voice in and slowly but surely, the Jackal would head off in that direction. With her Jackal on the move Juna would take her bow off from around her and grab an arrow from her quiver.*\"Come out...\"*She'd say in a warning tone. There was some shakiness to it, but she tried to keep it stern anyways with her somewhat gained confidence she had received in Ombu.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would shift into his macen form and wait for the Jackal to arrive at his location, but he wouldn't say a single thing nor move at all*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The Jackal would sniff around the forest area in search of any significant scent that Juna was hoping for him to find before continuing on. He kept his nose to the ground, looking up occasionally only to see nothing of interest. Juna would wait for him, notching the arrow in the string of her bow before waiting. She would draw the string back lightly before relaxing it once more as one would clench and unclench their fist, but with no response coming back she could only assume that it was her imagination.*\"Here Jace.\"*She'd say with a click of her tongue, causing the Jackal to look up and slowly return back, on his way sneaking a glance of Kibaru as he would find himself coming to an eventual stop as a low growl would rise up in his throat.*\"Jace?\"*Juna would call again, this time in more question.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would stare at the Jackal. His nose naturally tensing up as if growling back by instinct. He would then take out a piece of meat he was saving and throw it to the jackal but out of Juna's sight. He mostly just wanted to see what the Jackal would do*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace would slowly move towards the piece of meat and eat at it before looking back up at Kibaru and letting out a bark for more. Juna's ears would twitch in response, grasping her bow, she would slowly advance forwards and draw back the string of it. With Jace having not gone too far from the camp and with Juna's strong eyesight, it wouldn't take very long for her to catch a glimpse of Kibaru. With her bow string drawn back, she would lock aim on him and say quietly:*\"Don't move...\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*But he couldn't help moving and giving up his last piece to the Jackal, even if it meant getting shot. Jase was just to adorable.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace would grab the piece of meat, quickly scarfing it down before sniffing along the ground for any extra pieces. Juna stood there tense for several seconds, her bow following as it remained pointed at Kibaru until she would eventually loosen her hold on her string. She couldn't do it, she couldn't bring herself to shoot him.*\"Here Jace...\"*She'd say again with a click of her tongue, causing the Jackal to look up and head over to the Canifor with his tongue hanging out. She squatted down towards him, offering him some jerky and a pat on the head.*\"Good Jace...\"*She'd say, before turning her gaze towards Kibaru cautiously.*\"Who are you...?\"*She'd utter towards him, her tail slowly wagging back and forth behind her in the anxious movement it typically did for animals.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He knew what tail wagging that was. He looked up at her from a sitting position.* \"Quite rude of you, wouldn't you say. All be it, I'm not one to talk considering I was sneaking up on you, but be that as it may, you should first introduce yourself. Would you not agree?\"\n\n*Kibaru usually uses a different speech pattern and tone when in this form*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I was only trying to defend myself...\"*Juna would respond, coming to stand up at her full height which of course did little to affect the noticeable difference between the two.*\"And Jace...\"*The Jackal came to sit down at her feet, letting out a slight yawn as if the simple task had tired him out. Juna would put her arrow away, still holding onto her bow as she did though this time more casually. Her gaze had taken on a more neutral look though the feeling of distrust in her was still obvious.*\"I'm Juna...\"*She'd eventually say after some hesitation.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He then stood up and bowed.* \"I apologies if I startled you... Even if that was my intention. But I meant no harm. It was just a prank\" *He would then raise his head to show just how tall he was, even if he was a few inches shorter then normal, he was still tall.*\n\n*He then stuck out his hand.* \"Name's James, m'lady. Humble merchant at your service.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"A... Prank...?\"*She'd ask in a confused tone to suggest she didn't know what he was talking about. As he gave a bow and introduced himself, her tail would slow with the loss of anxiousness.*\"Well it's nice to meet you James... Might I ask... What are you doing here...? Besides *Pranks*...\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Mapping out the surrounding... In other words, I'm taking a nice long stroll. Or maybe I just ended up so lost in thought that I myself got lost\" *He would say looking at her tail, almost in a judging manner. Trying to see in what condition it was*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Oh...\"*Juna would say quietly as if that was reason enough for him to be traveling around here.*\"Well... You probably should find a town nearby, the forests haven't been too safe lately.\"*She'd say, slowly restringing her bow around her torso. By now her tail had stopped moving completely, more so since she didn't seem to see a reason to worry of the Macen currently.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"My my, your tail does seem to be a little on the rougher side, doesn't it?\" *He said totally ignoring what she had just said* \"Brush it often?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"My tail?\"*She asked him, mostly confused by his question. Juna would glance down at it, not exactly seeing what he meant though that was mostly since she didn't usually pay much mind to her tail with it doing its own thing usually.*\"No...?\"*She'd answer him. The Canifor never saw a true reason to brush it, being out in the forest where her tail was bound to get tangled anyways. Though she usually tried to ignore that fact.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I... Can't... Do it anymore\" *He said grabbing a brush from his poutch before plainly saying* \"Let me brush it\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"What-\"*The Canifor said in confusion, her tail raising as she took a step back more so taken aback by the statement.*\"Why should I let you anywhere near my tail-\"*She said. Even for Juna it was a weird phrase and a much weirder circumstance. Being raised by Macen, she never took much notice to her more wolffish traits, however for a random Macen to ask for her to allow him to brush her tail was far beyond what she was about to allow to happen.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Come on don't you want them to shine like min-...\" *He would pause for a second as he realised he was in his macen form* \"Oh, i forgot, you can't see them. Just let me brush it, please... I'll cook for you as a reward for being a good girl\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"See what?\"*She asked him in exasperation. How could a simple warning for him to find somewhere safe to go to come to this, Juna wasn't sure, but she didn't find the subject all so enjoyable.*\"Don't call me that...\"*She would say in response to Kibaru using the words 'good girl'.*\"I'm not some pet...\"*Jace would let out a half bark half howl in response to the statement though Juna ignored it as she would distance herself from Kibaru.*\"I don't need the food and I don't need my tail to be brushed...\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Geez calm down I wasn't refering to you as a pe-\" *He then paused again* \"I see what the problem is, you think I'm a macen... I'm not\" *He said as he did a pose before a poof of blue smoke surrounded him. The smoke wasn't that big, it was just around him*\n\n\"You thought I was macen, but all along-\" *The smoke would quickly clear to reveal his dark blue hair and blue wolf ears and 5 beautiful bright blue tails* \"I was an Okamimi\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna stared at him like he was crazy for a long while before she would eventually speak again:*\"You're... A faker-\"*She'd say in response to his words. This was the first time she's every really seen a person transform before her eyes and to do it, she couldn't help but question what else this person was hiding. Probably a lot seeing as they had only just met.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yup...\" *He then blushed a bit* \"I'm kind of shy, showing my true form without the mask\" *He then bowed to her again* \"I'm not lost, just mapping the surroundings, still a merchant, was trying to scare you and didn't mean anything rude when I called you a good girl... It was ment to be funny, but I forgot I was in my macen form\" \n\n*He then raised his head and drew his Katan* \"As an apology\" *He would then cut his hand with his blade before sheathing it again* \"I'll cook for you anyway\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yeah well... Saying it in another form doesn't make it sound any better...\"*She'd say in response to him. As he drew his Katana out, she would go still. Part of her was thinking that he was about to attack only for him to cut her hand which in turn caused her to jump slightly at the action. As he offered to cook for her, she opened her mouth to say something. Anything. Whether about his hand or him leaving or any topic to remove the idea, but nothing came.*\"O... Okay...\"*She finally said in shaky agreement, part of her hoping that he wouldn't cut himself again in result of that. Juna began to think he was a bit crazy in the head or maybe his way of thinking was simply different. Nevertheless, she decided to keep cautious around him for the time being.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He then paused again.* \"We need meat\" *He said looking at his cut hand that immediately stopped bleeding*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She gazed at his hand as the bleeding went away just as quickly as it came. Was it a healing magic of sorts? Most likely. Eventually her gaze would avert back to him as he mentioned them needing meat.*\"Oh... Right... I guess I can go hunt for some...\"*She'd say, taking her bow off from around her.*\"Here Jace...\"*She'd say with a click of her tongue to get his attention.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I... Usually do that\" *He said blinking a bit at her offering to* \"But I guess you can... I'll just set up something to cook. What will you bee hunting\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I'm not too sure... I suppose whatever the forest provides... If I'm lucky a deer, but it most likely will just be a rabbit or another small rodent...\"*She'd say before turning away from Kibaru and heading off into the forest with her Jackal following at her heels. Soon enough she would vanish from sight, more so with her stealth and easy maneuverability through the forest.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*After she left he healed up his hand with magic*\"Good as new\"\n\n*After that* \"Ok, I guess I can start prep with a fire atleast\" *He said and did so if there wasn't one already*\n\n*He would then check his bag of spices and herbs* \"I got what I need\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Time would pass with no sign of the Canifor returning as the sun would begin to head towards the horizon. After a while, there would be the sound of footsteps as Juna would eventually return, followed by a jolly looking Jackal. Clipped to her side were a shrew and a vole, both relatively small rodents, but it seemed that was about all she caught for the night.*\"Couldn't find much without it getting too late... I think most of the animals were scared away...\"*She'd say, walking over to him.*\"This is all I could catch for now...\"*Gradually she would unclip the two rodents before holding it out to him in offering.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ok, I'll skin them\" *He said taking them and observing how they were killed. Afterwards he would start skinning them and getting rid of the inedible things by giving them to Jase*\n\n*He then proceeded to skewer them and spice them a little* Before putting them in front of the fire. He then disappointingly stated* \"I forgot my pots and pans back home\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace would scarf down on the parts Kibaru tossed to him, soon growing full with all the treats he was given today as he would curl up on the ground tiredly. Juna would take a seat on the ground and watch him prepare the food. It was always interesting to watch how people cooked the things they caught as she would usually just let them cook over a fire and eat it as it is. However, most always had something new to add to the dish. When he disappointedly mentioned not having his pots or pans, she would respond with:*\"Oh... Well that's okay... I can just eat them like this anyways... Thanks for cooking it...\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Next time I'll be sure to bring then... I wanted to get these babies\" *Kibaru then took out his brush and started to brush his tails while waiting* \"Random topic, what you doing out here?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Seeing Kibaru brush at each of his tails made her wonder just how insistent his race was of keeping them well groomed. After all it seemed like such an unnecessary task with how many there were. She would find herself half-consciously wrapping her own tail around her waist securely as she brought her knees close to her so that she could rest her head on them. With the random topic Kibaru brought up, Juna would decide to answer honestly:*\"I live here...\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Do you like living here\" *He asked smiling and enjoying the peace and relaxation that came with brushing his tails. By the looks of them they are well cared for. Whether this a racial thing or not, mattered little as he just enjoyed grooming his tails. Aswell as grooming animals*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yeah... It's pretty peaceful here when there aren't others around to stir up trouble...\"*She'd say, allowing her ears to lay back on her head while she watched the meat cook.*\"I still prefer it to the Capitol though...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I seconds that. To noisy, and to smelly\" *He said before turning the meat a little.* \"I live outside of a small village, just near a waterfall... The quite is good\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Aren't waterfalls pretty noisy...?\"*She'd ask. Jace would roll onto his side as he began to doze which in response, Juna would give him a light rub along his flank while she waited for the food to finish cooking.*\"You said you were a merchant... Right...? You must travel to different towns a lot...\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"It's like music... The waterfalls are more of background music softly playing... Besides, I don't live right next to it. Just close to it\" *He would then grab one skewer and offer it to her*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Oh... Kind of like the sounds of the forest, huh?\"*She'd ask before taking the skewer he'd offer her. The Canifor would eat at the meat on it without much second thought before licking it clean only moments later. She always enjoyed it when people add spices to the food over her simply cooking by itself. It was a nice treat every now and then.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Exactly\" *He said as he nibbled on his*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna sat in silence for a while as she would place what remained of the skewer on the ground.*\"But... As I said before... You should probably head home...\"*She'd say before suddenly standing back up.*\"The forests haven't been very safe as of lately and it's probably best you leave before nightfall...\"*Jace would glance over at Juna as she got up, soon rising to his feet as well as he came to wonder whether or not they were going somewhere.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'm use to wondering around during the night time. Besides, I love the danger. If you want me to leave you, just say so\" *He said turning his head as he looked at the Jackal*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yeah... Yeah that's probably for the best...\"*She'd say before turning away from Kibaru.*\"Thank you for the meal... And... Sorry for threatening to shoot you...\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"It's only natural\" *He said before standing before standing up and stretching* \"Oh yeah, you can call me Okami\" *He said as he began to walk away*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She gave a small nod in response.*\"It was nice meeting you Okami... Wish you safe travels...\"*And with that, the Canifor would walk back in the direction of her camp with her Jackal following close behind her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "beans16", "message": "*Adeliza would be taking a casual stroll through the forest, enjoying the sounds of the nature around her*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*From high up in the trees, a Canifor would rest atop a branch with an egg nestled securely in her arms.*\"Do you like it better up here...?\"*She'd ask it despite knowing very well it wouldn't respond. The Canifor wasn't aware of another wandering close to her camp as the ground was far below, mostly being patrolled by her loyal Jackal.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would continue to stroll but she would ensure that her guard was up. Every once in a while, she would stop and observe her surroundings for any signs of life*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Down far below, Jace would pace along the ground, his ears soon rising as picked the sound of someone walking nearby. The Jackal lowered himself to the ground, slinking his way through the underbrush towards Macen. It was only but a growl that signified his presence as he drew near only for him to suddenly dart out of the bushes towards her with a bark of warning.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would stop moving and as she didn't want to anger the animal further, she would remain calm and turn to face it, trying to calm it down*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would raise at the sound of the barking as she gazed down towards the two from where she sat. Her eyes widened slightly, soon finding herself scrambling to put her egg back in her bag and get her bow off from around her. Jace meanwhile didn't hesitate, coming to lunge at the Macen, more so going for her clothes as he would try to drag her down to his level or perhaps it was simply an easier grip for him.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would dodge before he could jump on her and she would look directly at him as she sat on the ground, trying to engage in a peaceful encounter* \"Easy buddy, easy\" *She would take out a little bit of meat jerky from her bag and she would lay it out on the ground in front of her* \"See? I come in peace. I mean no harm\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The Jackal stood his ground, his teeth bared at her. However with the scent of Jerky soon reaching his nose, the Jackal would stay where he was. Juna watched the scene below her, carefully climbing down from one branch to another until she had managed to find a more low hanging one that was stable enough for her to stand on.*\"It's not very safe here to be wandering the forest...\"*Juna would say in a quiet voice from where she came to sit squat on the branch. If Adeliza were to turn her head quick enough she'd be able to see the features of the Canifor, however if not, she would find herself having difficulty of making out Juna as her camouflage kept her practically impossible to see with any lack of movement.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would quickly look to see where the voice came from and she would indeed spot a figure* \"Well i was only here for a little stroll\" *She would turn her head back to the Jackal and she would place more jerky on the ground for him*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The Jackal would slowly trail forward to pick up the jerky and snack down on it while he eyed Adeliza. Juna remained where she was, considering Jace calmed for now.*\"It's probably safer if you stay in the Capitol... There's been a lot of crime here lately...\"*The Canifor warned. Though she figured it best to stay in a city where many others were around, she was aware that crimes most likely happened there just as much, but Juna could only assume it was better than getting attacked all alone in the woods.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Seems like you know your way around these parts\" *She would look at the jackal with a warm smile on her face and she would hold her hand out to him for him to sniff it so that he could be at ease that she really wasn't going to do any harm*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Seeing the lady reach out her hand to him, he would quickly back away with a growl of warning.*\"Jace.\"*She'd say with a click of her tongue.*\"Come.\"*The Jackal turned away from Adeliza, trotting over to sit under the tree Juna was resting in.*\"I know it well enough to get to Salvania and back...\"*She said in partial truth.*\"If you would like I can... Escort you out of here... But you shouldn't try coming back...\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Actually... I don't really want to go back... At least... Not at the moment\" *She would remain where she was as she didn't want to anger the jackal any more*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Her ears lowered slightly at the decline, but Juna wasn't much of one to debate.*\"Well... Alright...\"*She said, coming to stand up on the branch.*\"Stay safe out here... I've witnessed multiple ambushes around these parts...\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Well actually I did want to travel to a beach and um I was wondering if you'd like to join me? You see... I could really use a friend...\" *She would be able to sense that she was sad and so, she wanted to make her happy as she doesn't like seeing those around her unhappy*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*One of Juna's ears would raise back up in that look of confusion she usually gave.*\"The... Beach...?\"*She asked in a questioning tone. The Canifor never favored going near the water, though she had visited the coast from time to time.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Mhm! I find the beach to be particularly calming, not to mention, the sunsets there are beautiful\" *She would say as she closed her eyes and pictured the view with a warm smile on her face*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna turned her gaze in a seemingly random direction, her ears raised as she listened out for something.*\"I... Suppose I can take you there at least...\"*She said in partial agreement. At the very least Jace seemed to enjoy the water, even if the Canifor didn't.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*Addy was very happy with her response* \"But will you stay there with me for a little while?\" *She would say as she slowly and cautiously stood up*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's eyes traveled to the egg resting in her bag as if lost in thought for a while.*\"Yeah I... I guess I can stay for just a little while...\"*She turned in the direction she originally looked in before coming to walk along the branch and hop down from it with surprising grace.*\"It's this way...\"*She said with an incline of her head before she began to walk off.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would nod as she jogged to her before walking at her pace. She wanted to engage in some small talk but she wasn't exactly sure how to start* \"You and your jackal have quite a beautiful relationship\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna seemed to be following a trail through the woods, her sense of navigation mostly being in memory of visiting the coast at least once.*\"Yeah... I've had him ever since he was a puppy... He's pretty helpful on hunts but... A bit too helpful any other time...\"*She'd respond to her quietly.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Oh I see but he's also much like a travel companion, no?\" *She would turn to look at her* \"Oh by the way, I'm Adeliza\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yeah I suppose so, though sometimes I prefer to stay around camp over traveling...\"*She said, not averting her gaze from the trail ahead.*\"Well more so as of lately...\"*With Adeliza introducing herself, Juna would soon do the same.*\"I'm Juna... And this... Is Jace...\"*She says, gesturing down to the Jackal following at her side.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"It's nice to meet you\" *She would smile as she held out another piece of jerky for jace* \"I also prefer to stay at home but if I ever go out, it's either to go into the city to buy things or to visit the beach\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace would look at the piece of jerky, not making a move towards it despite his wanting of the treat as he kept at his owner's side. Juna would stoop down a bit and give him a small pat on the head.*\"I think I prefer the forest really...\"*She'd say, coming to a stop before suddenly making a turn on the path to go off trail.*\"It's like my home away from home... A beach well... I guess... It's just a bit to much water for me...\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would hand the jerky over to juna so that she could give it to jace as she understood it would take time for jace to be more comfortable around her* \"That makes sense. I love the forest too because of the wonderful sounds of nature but I think I'm more of a water gal\" *She would giggle a little bit*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would take the jerky, tossing it ahead of her only for Jace to run after it and snack down on it.*\"Give him time...\"*To Adeliza's response of her preference Juna would keep quiet for a while. A loss in thought or perhaps she simply didn't have anything to say.*\"The coast is this way...\"*She'd respond eventually, coming over what look like a short ridge that parted the forest into the sandy shoreline beyond it. Juna had only been here a couple times, namely whenever she met up with someone, though it still was nice sight.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would nod as she followed quietly* \"Thank you\" *Even though they hadn't reached yet, addy was very thankful for juna's help in getting her to the beach and for giving her some lovely company*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would give a nod in response at the gratitude before slowly climbing her way down the short ridge until her shoes had managed to reach the sand. Her Jackal, having just finished his treat would run off ahead, coming to bound over the ridge easily and race off towards the coastline. While Juna was more timid around the water, Jace had no such nervousness.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would giggle at jace* \"He is quite adorable\" *She would hold out her hand to juna as if offering her some comfort*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yeah he... Likes the water... A bit too much for his own good...\"*She'd say. As Adeliza would reach her hand out to her, Juna would glance at it for a moment before turning to look back out at the water where Jace had managed to submerge himself.*\"Well we're here... You can... Go have fun on the beach...\"*She'd say before sitting down at the edge of it.*\"I'll keep watch for a while, but I'll have to return to my camp soon...\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"You remind me of someone I know\" *She would say as she awkwardly retreated her hand and looked out at the water*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears flicked at the response, it being the first time someone has said that to her.*\"Who?\"*She would ask in slight curiosity.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Well he's my boyfriend\" *She would lean against a tree as she looked out at the water* \"He loves the forest just like you and isn't much of a fan of water either\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Oh...\"*She'd say in response. Juna could find it understandable for the disliking a water and whatnot, though it was rather odd that Adeliza traveled alone despite entitling him as such.*\"Does he not usually come with you during your strolls?\"*She'd ask in curiosity. Down below Jace would have climbed back out of the water, quickly shaking out his soggy fur before going back to run along the coastline as he barked at the shifting tides of water.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"He does sometimes but he does often go out travelling to other cities since he is a merchant\" *She would smile at Jace's behaviour* \"Plus sometimes one does need a bit of alone time, wouldn't you agree?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yes... I suppose so...\"*She'd agree. Even though she could see what Adeliza meant, the Canifor always had her Jackal in her company. Without him she'd had no idea what to do. Eventually Juna would turn to look over to her asking:*\"Why did you want me to accompany you?\"*With Adeliza claiming a want of alone time, it made Juna wonder if she'd be disturbing it by being here, but perhaps she simply wanted the Canifor to keep an eye out.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Well sometimes I don't like being left alone with my thoughts for too long since I tend to think very deeply about things. Besides, I had enough alone time on the way to the forest and while walking through it before I met you and Jace. I could also use a friend since I don't have any of those...\" *She would say the last bit kind of softly as she turned to look over at her with a soft but sad smile*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would flick at the response. She could think of a few acquaintances that could very well be friends, though it was hard to tell at times.*\"You have your boyfriend.\"*She pointed out to Adeliza, not that she really needed to. It was more of her trying to reassure Adeliza that she did have a friend in a way. Juna didn't know her too well to consider her a friend yet, knowing very well how quickly people can turn, but an acquaintance was alright as well.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"I suppose you are right. Him and I are very close but, especially when he's gone, I want to see and talk to other people who I would consider friends\" *Addy didn't have much experience with friends but before her and her boyfriend started dating they had become friends and she enjoyed that which made her want to have that same friendship with other people*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's tail would slowly wave back and forth in a sort of calm movement.*\"Well you may be looking in the wrong place...\"*Juna would attempt to say in a joking tone.*\"The forests are mostly filled with animals... Though they're not the best conversationalists...\"*The Canifor would offer a friendly smile before eventually refocusing on her Jackal who seemed to be chasing away a group of birds.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would giggle at her joke* \"I mean you're not wrong\" *She would then stop leaning against the tree* \"Wanna go for a walk on the sand? We don't have to go near the water\" *She would say, mindful of how Juna didn't exactly like the water*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna stared out at the sand, partially hesitating with how easily it could cling to her fur and clothes, leaving a mess of grains she'd have to deal with later. But, how bad could a simple walk be?*\"I... I guess I can...\"*She'd respond before coming to stand back up.*\"But I'll have to return back to my camp after...\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Can i come with you?\" *She would say as she looked over at Juna* \"My boyfriend won't be back for a few days but if you don't want me to come, I totally understand\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"It's...\"*Juna paused for a moment as if trying to find the right words.*\"Not really a place to visit...\"*She'd say. There were times when Juna would show people to the camp out of the reassurance that they wouldn't try attacking her, though now with the events that had taken place in the forest, it was probably better that she didn't tell every friendly passerby where she lived.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Oh i see... Well i have enjoyed your company and i was wondering if maybe you wanted to meet here every few days? I see that jace really likes it here\" *She would say looking out at the water and jace again*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would let out a quiet laugh at the wet Jackal as he would shake out his fur before sniffing along the ground where the birds once were.*\"Yeah... Yeah I suppose you're right... But... I'm not too sure if I'll be able to soon...\"*She'd say before slowly drawing the pack off of her back before opening it up to show the large egg inside.*\"You see I've had Eggbert for a while and I believe it may be due to hatch soon... Well hopefully...\"*She says.*\"I'm not sure if I can promise to come back here for some time...\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Oh i see well it looks like you'll be like a mom soon\" *She would smile warmly at juna* \"But yes you'll definitely have to take care of it all the time so i totally understand if we cannot see each other for a little while but do let me know if i can help at all\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Her body warmed at the thought. Juna a mother? No, the Airstrider would simply be another travel companion of hers. She quickly shook her head, though found herself unable to hide the smile. There was a sense of gratitude in Adeliza's offer to help to which Juna would dip her head.*\"Thank you... I...Well you'll know where to find me... I patrol this place quite often...\"*As she spoke, she would slowly close the bag with the egg inside.*\"Maybe you can even be there when it hatches... But... I worry it might not sometimes...\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Well with the love you have for it, i'm sure it'll want to hatch and be with you for the entirety of its life. And as for the help, i'll come here every few days or whenever i have the time. Now that i know jace likes the jerky i'll bring some more for him and next time, i'll bring a little something for you too\" *She would smile at her*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I'm sure one day he'll get used to you enough to eat from your hand... Well maybe used to you... Jace can be a bit stubborn when the food isn't tossed to him.\"*She'd say with a giggle. At Adeliza comment of bringing her something, she'd say:*\"Oh you don't have to... It was nice enough for you to... Well put up with Jace... I've been trying to teach him to be nicer when greeting but... Well you saw how he is...\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would giggle at her first comment about jace* \"When he's calm and comfortable he can be a bit like a puppy but it's cute. Does he like being pet?\" *As for the comment about her bringing something* \"I know i don't have to but i want to. It's alright he was just being protective which is good because not everyone you meet is going to be super nice\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Well maybe if he's distracted by food... I...I don't think it would be the safest attempt because he does tend to nip...\"*She'd answer. With Adeliza saying that she simply wanted to bring something, Juna didn't try to argue and instead simply replied with a quiet:*\"Thank you...\"*Not quite meeting Adeliza's gaze as she typically didn't with people.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Ah okay that does make sense\" *She would look out at the water once more* \"It's a beautiful day today\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yeah... It really is...\"*She'd say with a soft sigh soon followed by a click of her tongue as she called Jace over. The Jackal would turn his head and run over, wet fur and all only to make his way over to them and quickly shake out his fur to rid himself of the water droplets.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would giggle as he did that she would put her hands up over face so that the water wouldn't get on her* \"He's adorable\" *She would then turn to her* \"Well is this where we part ways for now?\" *She didn't really want juna to leave but she knew she was going to be able to see her soon*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yeah... I suppose I've stayed longer than I meant to...\"*She'd say, rubbing her arm slightly before gazing back to the forest.*\"I'm sure we'll meet again soon though... Perhaps even when Eggbert hatches...\"*The Canifor offered a light smile before it soon faded as she turned to gesture for Jace to go run on ahead to which the Jackal would do in a bout of excitement.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Would you like me to go back with you or will you be alright?\" *She would watch jace run off ahead*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"It's... It's okay... I know my way back to camp from here...\"*She'd reassure, more so since she wasn't really planning on leading Adeliza back to her campsite.*\"You should... Continue to enjoy your stroll...\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Alright but stay safe, okay?\" *She would smile at her before she would start to walk towards the water, glancing back every now and then to see if juna was still there*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I'll try...\"*She'd say with a smile before turning away. For a while, Juna could be seen following the invisible path they originally took to get here before the Canifor would blend into her surroundings once more and vanish all together.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Narrator", "message": "*As the two of them went towards the area of the last sighting of the griffin they noticed scratch marks, and a few large black and white feathers. Surely the beast had been through here recently, this also wasnt a normal trail, no it was just the forest thick brush and thorns that occasionally snagged on their clothing, but it wasnt that bad as the thorns vines could be stepped on to push them out of the way as they walked.*" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "\"Ugh, dammit. Thorns of course my elegant robes are getting absolutly ruined!\" *He would smack the thorns with his elegant staff for dare ruining his robes* \"Unlike you I do care much for my outfit. YES I know that its part of the fun of doing quests, I knew you were about to say that.\" \n\n*He would summon his hawk and pat his head*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The further they treaded into the forest, they quieter Terrel became. His sword would sit unsheathed in his hand as he would find himself using it to help cut and push away the thorns that sought need to make the journey any harder than it already was. With the large feathers coming into view, that was evident enough that they were getting close. Turning back towards Alek he would bring a finger to his mouth as if to signify for him to stay quiet before he would eventually continue through the thicket.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ouch. Where the hell am I? Damn it I've been gone for to long. This is the third time I've gotten lost already.\" *Kibaru would mumble this to himself. He did his best to avoid the thorns, even though the damage they cause quickly faded, it still didn't hurt less and with his attire offering little protection.*\n\n*He would be far enough not to be heard talking to himself, but the others would be able to her him moving through the area. He wasn't discreet considering he had no idea of the danger the other two were after. He would be slashing at the vegetation and his tails would be as high in the air as possible, trying to avoid his tails getting ruined by all of this*" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "*As alek and terrel carved and bashed a pathway through the brush and thorns they heard something moving fairly far behind them, it sounded like someone else was pushing through the thorns. Perhaps another hunter for the griffin was out searching aswell.*\n\n*The air in the forest was oddly humid and muggy, everyone couldnt help but be somewhat covered in sweat as they travelled. All those robes might have made aleks travel through these woods alot harder then it needed to be, while terrels outfit made his back sweat like a pig due to the cape. While kibarus outfit made the high humidity bearable, the lack of a shirt made all the difference.*" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "\"Hey, I think theres someone around here.\" *He would take a few steps back toward Terrel, staffs crystal on the top of it glowing lightly. Thankfully his long robes despite making him hot would protect his bare skin from the sharp thorns due to all of the layers*\n\n\"Hmm... It would always help to get a fellow to help in this type of quest, more eyes and all... Permission to get there attention?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel came to a stop, narrowing his gaze at the notion of someone else traveling along with the noise they could be making. They had already come this far without much interruption besides a few thorns and the odd humidity of the day which luckily enough for Terrel, he had become resistant to the heat with clothing he often worn. The Pig Elf turned to Alek as he asked if they could get their attention to have them join along.*\"They could also just be a random traveler who is completely unaware of the animal around here, like how the Griffin should be to our presence .\"\n\n*Terrel stated is hushed tone to emphasize the point that the last thing they'd need is a Lion Eagle on their back from trying to get a random passerby's attention. Without them knowing exactly where the Griffin was, there was a chance of them getting attacked out of nowhere. After all, they were in its habitat and knew little to nothing of the area.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would give a few sniffs* \"Terrel?\" *He looked up and his ears twitched as he got a faint wiff of the pig man he had not met that long ago. He would start going to them, continuing to them with his noisy travel*" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "\"Hm, good points.\" *He would say as he takes some gulps from his canteen. He does summon his summoned hawk arroe.* \"Alright buddy, I need you to scout for people or another giant bird got it?\" \n\n*The birb nods* \"Alright go get em.\" *He would throw the bird like a football as it takes its flight and glides around the forest. Using its very good vision it would spot Kibaru and start circling above its location.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel watched as Alek sent off the bird to go search around, soon coming to see it circling over a specific area.*\"Well I guess we either found ourselves a crazy lion bird or an equally as crazy traveler. Which with the noise it's making can be either...\"*He uttered before following after the bird towards the gradually increasing noise.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Eventually Kibaru dim shining blue tails and mask would come into vision as he did* \"Hey Terrel. Short time no see, huh\"" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "\"Terrel, how do you keep meeting these strange people! First aize now uh this... Uh... What are you? Sorry but I dont have the greatest knowledge on all the species types the memory from that book series left my head a while ago.\" *He would scratch the back of his neck as he would look up and let out a low whistle to signal his hawk to drop onto his arm, he gives it some scritches on the top of its head, it leans into them contented.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Kibaru coming into view, Terrel would find himself met with a feeling of surprise though not necessarily the good kind seeing as they were in the middle of a predator's habitat.*\"Would have preferred longer, but seems like you couldn't help hunting me down.\"*The Pig jested with a hint of urgency in his voice as his gaze traveled to the area they were in.*\"Speaking of hunting, you wouldn't happen to see an oversized bird around here would you...?\"*With Alek asking who Kibaru was, Terrel would say:*\"This is Okami, a wolf I randomly met in the forest not too long ago...\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Okami. An Okamimi. Don't mind the mask, just don't want to blind you all with my beauty. Only saw one bird and it seems to be your friends. What bird is it?\"" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "*He would present the quest paper showing an illustration of the said bird. A hippogriph, a big bird with an owl head, owl wings and a lion body! Its rumored its eggs are the most tasty thing of all. Capture of one, or simply its corpse is very very wanted for both study, and for its nest to be... Unatended if it layed a clutch* \n\n\"This, oh and this lovly is one of my summons. Arroe! Say hi Arroe!\" \n*It would inch down its arm and bob its head up and down excitedly* \"Thats... Thats the wrong command. I said say, H.E.L.L.O\" \n\nArroe: \". . . .HELoow.\" *Then it continues bobbing its head up and down excitedly, birbs*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'm already blinded, but it's not from beauty.\"*Terrel retorted before he would glance over at Alek's bird as it began to speak. Part of him wondered if he could teach the animal other phrases while Alek wasn't looking, though now wasn't the time for it. Turning back to Kibaru, he'd say:*\"We've seen a lot of giant feathers around here so if you didn't see it, I figured you'd might as well smell it from a mile away.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I did... I just never smelled a Griffin before. I've heard lots of tails about them\" *He would then wipes his mouth from the drool using his thumb* \"I must say though, it sounds quite tasty... Maybe I can help track it down?\"" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "*He would look around for one of those giant feathers they saw. He would then grab his staff, unsummoning his bird and summoning his 3 wolves! Three fully grown wolves sitting cutely panting like dogs, they would jump up and pounce on alek giving him nuzzles and licks* \"Gahk- yes yes, hi I know its been a while. Ah! Sit!\" *They would respond by the command and sit* \"Ok buddy go find em\" *He would present the feather to the wolves and let them sniff it.* \"If I know one thing im good for, its finding were things are.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Might as well before the rest of the wolves beat you to it.\"*He said in response to Kibaru as Alek had already sent out his wolves.*\"Or preferably before the Griffin finds us first.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"It might already\" *Kibaru would pick up a feather turn the other way so they wouldn't be able to get a look at his face as he sniffed the feather a bit, trying to memorize the sent. After a few seconds he would walk around them and started sniffing*" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "*The wolves and Kibaru would smell the griffins scent everywhere around this forest, it seemed they were right in the heart of its territory where it travelled the most. The strongest smell came from atop a hill.*\n\n*While the wolves ran towards a huge hill if they were running towards the strongest scent of the griffin, they were most likely running directly towards the griffin if they were to go to that smell.*" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "*He would notice the large hill and would instead of whistling silently unsummon them with a thrust of his staff* \"I think were very close...\" *He says quietly.* \n\n*A few seconds of silence pass* \".....Did I unsummon my wolves?\" *Great his memorys acting up, now! Why now! Of all the times this is a bad time for your short term memory to act up*\n\n\"I hope I did, I dont see them any more..\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would follow after the wolves towards the base of the hill. With them being unsummoned soon after, he could only assume the Griffin was somewhere atop or past the hill. Pushing back Alek's confused ramblings of whether or not he got rid of the wolves, Terrel would turn back towards him and say:*\"Mind sending your bird up there to see if they can spot anything?\"*At the very least that could distract Alek from debating with himself over his memory issue while also providing Terrel with insight of what he was going to walk into.*" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "\"Id really rather not sacrifice my bird- but... Ill certainly try\" *He would twirl the staff of his and let the bird summon out of it.* \"Alright buddy- I need you to spot then return the second it looks like its getting bad.\" *He would toss the bird into the air and it starts flying to a very very high height. Searching around the vast area looking for anything large or abnormal atop the trees and hills.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I guess we go this way\" *Kibaru said a little irratated by all the thorns* \"Oh and maybe summoning a smaller bird to find a bigger one isn't the best of ideas\"" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "\"Well does it look like I can grow wings and fly myself? Can you grow wings and fly? Id rather be able to get a spot on it before it gets a spot on us you... What are you again?\" *He pulls out a very clutterd book, its huge and its pages are very large.* \"I... Hm I suppose I havent met you yet\" *He concludes after seeing that the page is blank*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"The bird can always come back so long as Alek doesn't get killed alongside it.\"*Terrel mentioned while the two debated before turning to begin making progress up the hill.*" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "*As the bird flew up they saw a fairly large animal matching the description of a bird headed lion, it appeared to be at the very top of the hill in a nest. It was currently feeding 2 baby griffins.*" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "*It would make a loud audible screech, the famous ones hawks make its very noticable and it circles above its location. Right on the top of the hill. It would then look down at its master and start to dive quickly back to him. The gripphon would surely take notice of this however* \n\n\"He still hasent answerd my question..., I dont know who he is\" *He grumbles waiting on a response, he swears he hasent gotten anything from him*" }, { "author": "tiredfroslass", "message": "*Hes reffering to kibaru" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Why are we hunting it again. Getting some reward, did it cause trouble?\" *Seeing its young already hatched made Kibaru a bit hesitant about this quest*\n\n\"I'm Okami. And I'm guessing this won't be the last time I tell you this as it hasn't been the first time my name has been mentioned\" *Kibaru hoped the Griffin would think nothing of such a small prey*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"It won't be...\"*Terrel promised to Kibaru before sheathing his sword and reaching for his crossbow. He'd grab a bolt to load it up with, drawing the string back until it clicked.*\"We're just meant to bring a Griffin back dead or alive. So take your pick, you got at least three options...\"*He explained.*" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "*The griffin did not pay attention to the bird that made a rather loud screech before and instead just stayed by the babies, it seemed they still had the advantage of surprise. The hill itself had fewer brambles and thorns and seemed more like a clearing around it, this would surely help with their mobility and stealthiness when approaching the griffin.*" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "\"Right it seems its dead ahead, please lead the way ill follow behind. Im not suited for direct combat... Im more or less a support\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well leading head first into extreme danger just so happens to be my strong suit\" *He said as he assumed the lead with a much greater mood with the thorns lessening* \"But are we Killing or capturing? And what of the chicks?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel inched farther and farther up the hill until he could find a clear shot from himself to the mother Griffin.*He raised his crossbow up, taking aim on her.*\"Whichever comes easier. As for the chicks, I'll let you decide on that if you find yourself still having a big enough appetite by the end of it.\" And with that said, he'd fire off the bolt towards the Griffin, aiming for its neck or at the least closer to its side where it's lion-like body met it's Eagle-like Wings.*" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "*As the group of adventurers made there way up the hill and began to see the griffin, kibaru took point and was bright and distracting so the griffin began to focus on him. The griffin didnt even see it coming when terrel came up not far behind the brightly coloured man, and with one quick bolt clearing the distance between the griffin and the pig in less then a second, there was simply no time for it to evade. With a terrified and pained death screech, it fell on its side right beside its nest. The infant griffins began making loud noises that could be taken as attempts to make the mother wake up, but that simply wasnt going to happen. The griffin was dead..*" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "\"Well then... I got my healing spells out for nothing, any unfertilized non rotten eggs though?\" *He would eagerly start climbing, really hoping he could either eat or sell that griffin egg. When he gets to the griffon he pokes at it with his staff like a curious kid pokes road kill.* \"....Yknow, the myths really made this beast a lot scarier then I thought itd be...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would push the staff that was poking the Griffin back* \"I'm up for hunting things. But this feels wrong.\" *He would then look at the chicks and his heart ached. After he would kneel before the Griffin, close his eyes and seemed pray to it*\n\n*His prays eere soft and sounded like mubling. The last part though would be audible* \"May your soul find peace in the afterlife\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would make his way to the top of the hill after the others, putting his crossbow away as he inspected the dead Griffin with a rather blank stare while Kibaru prayed over it.*\"Well you're welcome to stay here with them.\"*He'd say before his gaze would sweep over to the children surrounding the mother Griffin, soon drawing out his sword.*\"Or I could make this quick.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'd rather you not. This creature is endangered as is. I'll take care of them... Probably going to have to move then somewhere safer. Honestly, making a nest so low. No wonder these things are endangered\" *He stated as he pulled out the bolt and handed it to Terrel. He would then move to the chicks* \n\n\"Will need to raise these to be a little smarter... Hopefully. I mean. Griffins probably posses more intelegents then most, right\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He took the bolt, putting it away right after. With Kibaru asking if Griffins had more intelligence than most, Terrel would say simply:*\"Sure Okami, sure.\"*In reality Terrel wasn't quite sure. They were at least smart enough to make a home and raise their young, but that was nature. To say they're more intelligent than other animals with that alone, wouldn't be very factual with short time the animal has been alive. \n\nTerrel sheathed his sword and crouched down to figure out the best way to carry the lion bird, soon coming to decide to carry it over his back rather than simply dragging it. While it seemed Kibaru was planning on staying behind, Terrel would turn his head towards Alek and ask:*\"You coming?\"" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "\"I dont feel that bad, we need the money besides these young can also fetch a very high price if we word it nicely. Perhaps even barter them for some nice gear? Hmm or would it be best to just worry about bringing the corpse back? Carrying a corpse and a bunch of young would be tiring and bring about other predators of the forest with all there screaming. So... Id say lets just take the corpse actually, Im quite tired of this forest.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Nice to know you're good at making up your mind...\"*Terrel said with a hidden roll of his eyes at Alek's indecision adding nothing to what he was planning to do anyways. Turning his head back towards Kibaru, he would say:*\"Guess we'll be seeing you... Have fun taking care of the birds...\"*The Pig Elf turned away, hauling the corpse off as he tried to retrace his steps through the brambles.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'll do my best. And take care. I feel this isn't the last time we'll bump into each other\" *Kibaru would take out two long leather straps and a temp to wrap the baby grifgin's mouths shut*" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "*And with terrel and alek hauling away the body of the griffin, and kibaru tying the youngs mouths shut so they dont attract predators, this short quest comes to a close. The body gets delivered without incident and terrel and alek receive their payment, while kibaru manages to keep 1 baby griffin alive as the other perished during the learning process of how to take care of baby animals of such a strange nature.*\n\n```Terrel and alek each recieve 200 Silver for the retrieval of the griffins corpse. Kibaru recieves a baby griffin.```" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "\"Phew, payday. So hm hey terrel, have I ever shown you how you would make a summmon?\" *He says a bit excitedly wanting to impress his pig friend.* \"Well how about I show you?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yes, every time you summon them you do.\"*He answered bluntly, lacking the excitement Alek carried on the subject as if it wasn't something he's done everywhere they went. With a long road ahead of them, however, Terrel doubted it would be long before Alek asked him again whether or not he decided he wanted to see how.*\"Will you show me anyways if I said no?\"*He questioned in a joking tone.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Narrator", "message": "*The setting sun casted a warm orange glow across the thinly oaks of the forest, highlighting the colorful leaves in signal of the season of fall as they would slowly drift towards the ground in irony to its name. Within the middle of a clearing where the trees seem to cluster more together, a small camp had appeared to have been built with a few supplies scattered about in its preparation. To one side of the camp, a horse equipped with saddle bags could be seen gently nibbling at what few blades of grass remained in this area, seemingly lacking any company as it remained tied to a tree to prevent it from wandering too far from the camp.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*Adeliza would be walking through the forest, on her way back home from another lovely day at the beach. She decided not to watch the sunset at the beach today but rather observe it from the forest. As she was walking through the forest, she noticed a lone horse tied to a tree* \"Huh i wonder what it's doing here\" *She would say softly to herself as she looked through her bag to see if she had any fruits or vegetables that she brought for herself but never finished. Thankfully, she did have an apple and a few carrots. With those in hand, she would slowly and carefully approach the horse*" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "*The horse's ears would flick back at the sound of her approach, lifting its head as it gazed at her in uncertainty and began taking a couple steps back. From throughout the wilderness, the sounds of life could be heard with the chittering of a bird rising just above the rest. Whoever's horse this was, it seemed that it was cautious around other people, timid even more so.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Shhhh it's okay... I don't want to hurt you\" *She would say as she held the fruit and carrots out in front of her. She would place it on the ground before backing away again to give the horse some space* \"See? I come in peace\" *She would say softly as she smiled at it*" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "*The horse tail would flick to the side as it watched her reveal the food she had with her, soon drawing its snout closer to take one of the carrots from her hand. It ate away at it, keeping an eye on her as he did as if half expecting her to try something unbeknownst to the fact that he probably wouldn't be able to run far with the rope tying him to the tree. From behind the trees of the forest, the quiet sound of something clicking into place could be heard followed by a pause. The horse lifted his head, gazing around for a moment before nearing the woman once more for the food she had.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would smile as she was glad the horse liked the food. Upon hearing the clicking noise she would look up and look at her surroundings. She would pay attention to the horse but seeing the horse payed no mind to it, she felt a little bit reassured but she kept looking at her surroundings* \"Hello? Is anyone there?\" *She would call out. She didn't want to show any signs of fear or weakness*" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "*Silence. No response came from where the noise originally resonated as it was soon drowned away from the awakening creatures of the night with only the subtle shifting of movement to such anyone specific being there.*\"Hello.\"*Finally came a low, monotone voice in return. It didn't sound harsh in any way, more so of casual greeting despite whoever it was not showing themselves. The Horse lifted his head, giving a sort of snort of exasperation before eventually moving away from Adeliza.*\"Fancy seeing someone else out here this late in the day, but I suppose it happens too often to be of any surprise.\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would be a bit sad that the horse moved away from her but she would turn in the direction of the voice* \"Well actually i was heading home and saw this horse, which i assume must be yours, and decided to feed it some fruit and carrots\" *She would say as she looked around at the bushes, trying to spot where the voice was exactly coming from and trying to see if she saw any movement*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*From behind the trunk of one of the trees, the man would slowly walk out from it. With the orange rays of the sun shining onto him in his departure of the shade, it made him to appear more of a golden look in the dying sunlight. A cloak shrouded over his torso, coming just short of his boots. In one gloved hand sat a crossbow, loaded up with a bolt in suggestion of it being the source of the clicking noise while around his neck would be a string tying down to a whistle at the end of it with a wolffish design to it. \n\nWhile that half seemed normal enough, the one odd thing was the mask he wore, bearing the face of a pig that came just to where his pink hair extended past it. The mask covered about half his face, leaving his mouth visible enough to show he wasn't fully a pig.*\"You'd be correct and sad to hear it, would have figured you for a Monster Hunter coming out in these woods of all places.\"*He'd respond with a grin as he causally walked out into the clearing, nearing his horse to give it a small pat on the snout.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Oh... I see...\" *She would say as she watched him move from behind the tree to his horse* \"I'm sorry if i've disturbed whatever you were doing\" *She would say as she took a few steps back to give them some space but also so that she could get more acquainted with him a bit more before letting her guard down*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Oh no, I'm sorry for disturbing you from what you were doing.\"*He'd reiterate back with a lack of any real sincerity.*\"Didn't disrupt me until Tzu alerted me of something being amiss.\"*With the name being spoken, a nearby branch would slightly sway as a small creature scuttled along it. A flash of brown fur would hop down from it, landing upon the Elf's shoulders as the bird-like creature would gaze at Addy with narrowed eyes. It was a Furrow it seemed, what Addy could assume was this 'Tzu' Terrel had mentioned.*\n\n\"You two seemed to be having such a beautiful moment. Would have ended it sooner, but I doubt my horse will ever forgive me for letting him pass up on a free meal after my wolf got one of his own.\"*He'd say all so casually as if talking to a friend which by the mention of all these animals, questionably seemed like he had a lot of animals roaming around at the very least. To think that would be any more strange with the man already taking the appearance of a pig. Perhaps not.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would raise an eyebrow at everything he was saying but she also refused to make eye contact with the sparrow for she figured it was being very defensive right now* \"Well your horse seemed so lonely and there was barely any grass on the ground so i couldn't let it go hungry now, could i?\" *She would say as she turned her attention back to the horse and held out another carrot for it* \"Though from everything you're saying, it sounds like you have quite an admiration for animals or am i quite mistaken?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You can say that or you can call me crazy for having more animals than what people would consider sane.\"*While he spoke, his horse gave a slow shake of his head, trotting past the Elf as he went to take another carrot from Adeliza.*\"And seems like you managed to get on good terms with Carl here, even managed to survive Tzu's wrath.\"*He'd say tilting his head to the side to gesture to the small Furrow on his shoulder that seemed to be angrily chittering at her. A smile formed on his face in humor of the creature.*\"Don't think I've ever seen him so ferocious before, you're quite lucky to survive.\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Well would tzu like a treat?\" *She would say as she pet Carl's snout with a smile while he ate the food she had in her hand* \"Well I love animals so I personally don't find you crazy for having all those animals\" *She would then turn to look at tzu*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would raise a hidden eyebrow from beneath his mask in question of what she asked.*\"Trust me if he wanted a treat, he'd have already taken it for himself.\"*The Pig Elf carefully grabbed the Furrow from his shoulder, giving him a light rub along his back with his gloves hands which seemed to quiet the bird's rantings before Terrel would eventually hold him out to Addy.*\"Tzu is just stressed from all the wolves most likely or anything really. Not the best history he's had I'd say.\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Oh I see\" *She would say as she reach her hand out towards the bird, trying not to frighten it* \"But I must say that's quite a brave and strong bird\" *She would say as she smiled at it*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Don't cater to his ego. He can be quite full of himself.\"*Terrel would say jokingly. The Furrow kept still in Terrel's hands, sniffing at Addy's before it would eventually decide to hop from one hand to another and run up along her arm. Terrel would turn away while he did, raising the whistle up to his mouth and blowing into it while he walked along his horse's side to one of the saddle bags. The high pitched sound of the whistle would be brief, only stirring a slight amount of alert from the other animals before they would eventually calm down once more in possibility of this being a common occurrence. After a short pause of nothing happening, Terrel would eventually allow the whistle to drop from his mouth and fall back down to its original resting position while he looked out around at the forest beyond.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would giggle as she felt the bird run up her arm, nuzzling it a little bit once it reached her shoulder. She would then go back to petting the horse as she rested her forehead against it for a but a moment for when she heard the whistle she would instantly look up and be slightly alarmed* \"What on earth was that for?!\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*At first Terrel remained silent as he didn't look back at her, waiting and watching for something or someone maybe.*\"Give him a moment, he's still new to this.\"*He answered, not exactly explaining who 'he' was. After a few moments there would be the rapid sound of footsteps. Bursting out of the shrubbery in a ball of white fur, the two would find themselves being met with the panting face of a pure white wolf or at least it probably used to be before it's fur had ended matted from all the leaves and dirt it must have ran through before getting here. The Wolf itself looked barely much larger than a puppy and with the way it's tail wagged to and fro it probably wasn't any more mature than one either.*\"There we go.\"*Terrel said, lowering himself to the ground so that the wolf could run up to him and receive praise.*\"Any longer and it would have been embarrassing.\"*For him or the wolf, it would have been hard to tell which he was talking of.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would giggle a bit as she saw the wolf pup* \"Awwww it's so cute!\" *She would say as she bent down the ground as well to see if the pup would come to her* \"I really want a pet like this and hopefully I can get one, one day\" *She would say as she made sure tzu didn't fall off of her shoulder and that Carl didn't get upset at her not petting him anymore or feeding him from her hand. There would however be food on the ground for him so he could eat that to his hearts content but that was the last of the snacks she had*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Don't let the fluff fool you, they can be quite the troublemakers.\"*He said, staring down at the Wolf. The pup would tilt his head to the side before eventually taking advantage of Terrel being close to his level as he would start licking at the Elf's face.*\"You really make it hard for me to make a point Floof...\"*Terrel eventually stood back up to his full height, glancing back at Addy as she tried to split her showing of affection between all the animals and soon stated that she too wanted one of her own.*\"Well shouldn't be too hard. I'm sure even Salvania have places where you can get one. Would at least explain how I left with more than I started.\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would giggle at the behaviour of the wolf pup* \"Yea i'm sure it won't be too hard to find one but this little one here must make for quite a lovely cuddle buddy\" *She would say as she held her arms out for the pup with a smile on her face* \"He's just so fluffy and adorable though i do see what you mean by how they can be troublemakers but i'm sure once he's older, he'll make quite a fine wolf\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The wolf pup darted around Adeliza as his owner got up, sniffing at her while somehow managing to move from one side to the next in his bundled excitement.*\"Oh I'm sure he will, but he's not the trouble maker I'm worried about, it's the other two.\"*He stated in emphasis of all the animals surrounding them. His horse let out a tired snort as if feeling burdened by the small wolf pup as the horse soon found himself coming to lay down on the ground and watch them. With the treats now gone, the horse would only sit and glance the pair tiredly. Meanwhile, with the release of the wolf pup, Tzu would find himself taking shelter atop Addy's head, chittering down to the wolf pup from his perch.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"The other two? Meaning carl and tzu?\" *She would say as she reached up to stroke tzu's back gently* \"It's okay tzu, i won't let anything happen to you\" *She would say as she turned her attention the pup once more* \"And you, little one, need to calm down a little bit\" *She would say as she held her hands out while giggling a little bit. She would occasionally take a glance at carl to make sure he was okay*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"No, they're actually the most mature of the bunch.\"*He'd say.*\"Well more or less anyways.\"*Carl gave out a disgruntled whinny towards Terrel in response, causing the wolf pup to turn his head to the Horse in newfound curiosity.*\"Floof.\"*Terrel would eventually say before bringing the whistle to his mouth and holding it there. The Wolf pup would turn to look at his owner with his tail wagging excitedly, taking a few good moments before he would eventually get the message and walk back over to Terrel, coming to sit at his feet. \n\nThe Elf waited a few moments longer for the wolf pup to finally settle down before he would turn to Carl and reach down towards the saddle bags. As he opened one, the tiny heads of a couple of grey wolf pups could be seen from it and soon enough, Terrel would carefully reach into the bag to pick up the two pups. The Wolf pups seemed to be dozing rather peacefully, their eyes shut tight with the rise and falls of their small chests signifying that they had fallen asleep. Floof looked over at the two pups excitedly, his tail wagging beneath him while he tried his best to sit still.*\"Meet two and three.\"*He'd say in a quieter voice despite knowing full well the pups could probably hear him anyways but were too tired to care. Terrel sat down down on the ground, resting the two pups on his lap before he'd continue.*\"Just recently got the two of the them from my visit to Salvania so haven't yet come up with a name for them.\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would get up quietly and move to sit next to him but she tried her best not to be too loud so that the pups didn't wake up* \"They're absolutely adorable\" *She would whisper softly as she brought tzu down to her shoulder using her finger* \"Well if you need help coming up with names, i'd definitely be happy to help\" *She would say as she smiled at terrel. She had already come up with a name for the wolf pup that she wanted to get so she certainly knew how annoying that process can be*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Furrow would reluctantly slide off her head, now finding himself at an even lower perch while he cautiously watched the wolves from his new shoulder placement. With Terrel being close, the Furrow debated on making a quick dash for it, but any quick movements could be enough to get the pups' attention.*\"Might end up getting too attached if you tried to and who knows when you'd ever see them again eh?\"*He'd say, tilting his head back a bit.*\"After all you still have to get home for the night.\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She could sense that tzu wanted to go back to terrel so she would hold her finger out for tzu so that he could hop onto her finger and when he did, she would place him on terrel's head carefully so that the pup would not notice* \"Well once i get my own pup, i could use a bit of help in training him and if we became friends, then all of our pups could become friends too\" *She would say as she smiled at terrel and reached out to floof to pet him* \"I can also stay out here with you for the night if you'd like\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel snorted in suppressed laughter at the thought, knowing very well how much he traveled for her to think that they'd ever see each other again after this night. Heck there were some people he had once met ages ago that he'd still have yet to see again, but he didn't say anything against her words deciding to let her believe it over his thoughts of doubt. With her placing Tzu back on his head, he found himself getting a face full of the bird's tail before he had finally scrambled up and vanished within the pig elf's pink hair.*\n\n\"Your choice.\"*Terrel would say to her offer, running a hand along the sleeping wolf pups as if to coax them into sleeping longer after whatever chaos they committed to get this tired.*\"Forests get real dangerous at night though.\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"I know but i want to spend more time with this fluff ball because it's also possible that i may never see you again and i do, ages from now, he may not be this small and fluffy every again\" *She would say as she tried to get floof to come into her lap so that she could stroke his fur to help him fall asleep*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gazed at her, wondering if she'd really risk her life over a wolf she's just met. He supposed seeing the lot he had, he couldn't blame her really. Though in a real dangerous position only then could one see how'd they act. Floof would gaze at Addy from where he sat on the ground, his tail whisking back and forth while he waited for Terrel to finally let him go which in seeing the pup, Terrel would eventually allow the whistle to drop back down to his cloak. Floof instantly shot up hopping onto Addy as their forelegs would find theirselves being planted on her shoulder with the pup managing to make himself look taller in comparison to her sitting down.\n\nTerrel laid back upon the ground while the pup had his fun, soon responding to Adeliza:*\"Well it wouldn't be ages, more like a few weeks. Wolves age very fast you know.\"*Same could be said for a lot of the animals with elves oddly enough being the opposite at least appearance wise. At least she realized the slim chances of them meeting back up. There was no way he was going to bother explaining that to her.*\"I was about to set up camp anyways. Sun's about to go down, but you've realized that already.\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would giggle as she felt the pup jump onto her and she would allow the wolf pup to lick her face as much as she wanted as she cuddled into his soft fur* \"Hm i guess that's true but would you like some help setting up camp or do you want me to take care of this little one while you set it up?\" *She would say as she held onto the pup tightly so that it wouldn't fall and hurt itself. Playing with this pup only made Adeliza more excited to get her own as she knew it would make her very happy. She only hoped her boyfriend would have the same amount of excitement as she did*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Don't worry about setting up camp, I got that at least half covered already.\"*He'd say, not yet moving from where he sat. With the forests growing darker under the weight of the setting sun, Terrel figured he'd might as well get a fire started before whatever wild creatures there were find them out here. \n\nEventually he'd sit up, moving the wolf pups from his lap and laying them carefully on the ground so as not to disturb them while they slept. Moving away from them, he'd reach into the saddlebags of his horse to pull out a couple tools before finally standing up to wander the clearing for any sticks and twigs to use for a fire.\n\nFloof licked at Addy's face soon moving his head away once more as he would jump down and move around her. Coming to discover her shoes, Floof would decide to try gnawing at them as if they were a toy of sorts.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Hey! No! Bad boy!\" *She would whisper yell as she tried to move him away from her shoes. If he chewed on them and left holes in them, well, there goes a good pair of shoes* \"Please don't chew on those, those aren't toys and i'm sure they don't taste very great given all of the dirt and sand that's on them\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Adeliza trying to move the wolf pup away from her shoes, a thought crossed his mind of this potentially being a game of sorts which only caused him to try to move back to her shoes and continue biting at them.*\"Lesson One.\"*Terrel would say as he walked past her carrying a handful of sticks.*\"Most canines have to grow out of their chewing phases as puppies.\"*He grabbed one of the sticks he carried and held it out to her.*\"Try to spare your shoes from the torture of it.\"\n\n*It seemed as if the Pig Elf spoke from experience, though any sign of his own clothing getting bitten or torn seemed to not be visible. Perhaps at some point he had to get new ones or rather found a way to renew the current ones so well into appearing as if they had not once been chewed on.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would nod as she took the stick from here and waved it in front of the pup's face* \"How about we play with this, huh boy?\" *She would say then turn to look at terrel* \"Thank you\" *She would say with a smile as she knew he was helping her so that when she got her own pup, she would know what to do*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave a nod in silent response before walking away and placing down his sticks to reorganize the pile in order for it to better kindle the fire. He'd reach for his piece of flint, using the rock to help send off sparks in order to create small flame in the dried wood. With there not being as much grass around the area, he at least didn't have to worry about it catching fire while he sat upon the ground with his back turned to Addy, feeding the flames with more and more bits of shrubbery.\n\nThe Wolf Pup glanced up from her shoe to stare at the stick she held, his interest now caught by the new object. Floof let out a bark of excitement while he snapped at the stick to grab hold of it and in the noise he was creating, the sleeping pups would soon find themselves blinking awake to all the ruckus he was causing.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Uh oh\" *She would say as she would now have to worry about three super hyper puppies. She would then continue to play with floof to keep him distracted from the other two waking puppies* \"Please try not to make so much noise my dear\" *She would whisper to the puppy as she brought him into her lap*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With the stick now clamped in his jaws, Floof would tug at it, occasionally shaking his head to and fro in the game of tug o war. It seemed for the most part the only thing really keeping him quiet was the stick that muffled him. Meanwhile the other pups would roll over, pressing against one another for warmth now that they no longer took shelter in the saddlebags.\n\nTerrel returned to Carl to grab a few cooking utensils and food he had kept in one of the bags, which seemed to be a collection of vegetables as he pulled each of them out. Terrel worked in silence, allowing the peace for Addy to enjoy playing with the wolves while he did his own work to prepare for the night. By now the sky was already darkening, shifting from a vibrant orange to now a darkened blue. The sun was gone and soon enough with it would be the rest of the light from the sky with the coming of night.*" }, { "author": "Adeliza", "message": "*She would smile as she saw that the pups were going back to sleep and she would giggle softly at floof's cute behaviour. She would tug a little on the stick but not too much as she didn't want the stick to break. She would occasionally glance up at Terrel to see what he was up to*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Returning to his place by the fire, Terrel would silently put the vegetables together in the making of a sort of stew. From the top of his head, Tzu would peak out of his hair and watch him as he cooked. Quite an odd sight to see when watching from a distance.*\"I'm guessing you used up all your snacks on the horse?\"*He eventually asked to break the silence.\n\nFloof lowered himself to the ground as he tugged at the stick, not letting up at Addy's small tugs in his wanting to claim the the inanimate object for his own. With everyone else doing their own thing, Carl was left to himself which the horse would slowly find himself closing his eyes as if to rest were he laid. He seemed tired enough as it was, most likely from carrying everything the whole way here. At least some sleep would be nice for him.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Yea...\" *She would say softly as she scooped up the pup in her arms as if he was her baby and went to go sit near terrel but not too close as she didn't want the pup to go near the fire or tzu* \"What are you cooking though? And will there be enough for the two of us?\" *She would say as she continued to play with the pup a little bit while stroking his fur in attempts to get it to calm down*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"A very advanced dish.\"*He'd say in a tone that'd suggest he meant otherwise, eventually leaning back from the boiling food to allow it to cook on its own for a while.*\"Soup.\"*The Wolf Pup shifted in Addy's arms, unable to hold still as she held him until he had eventually decided to focus more on the stick he now had to himself. He chewed on it victoriously, only to realize how much more boring the game was now without no one else trying to take it.*\"I pack extra as... In case it wasn't obvious, I have a lot of animals with me. None of which who know how to cook.\"*His Furrow chittered down at him as if trying to argue a point in its impossible to understand language which Terrel would respond by only giving it a light scratch atop its head, soon enough silencing the bird once more.*" }, { "author": "Adeliza", "message": "*She would giggle at his comment* \"Ah yes that's quite a difficult dish to make\" *She would say as she smiled down at floof and decided to give him some belly rubs while trying to take the stick from him once again*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would glance back to the other wolf pups, watching them as they dozed in the center of the clearing while the food cooked. He was sure they'd smell it at soon enough and come running, though of course they were wolves and the scent of vegetables were never too appeasing.*\"So what would you have named them then?\"*He'd eventually ask Addy, turning away from the pups for the moment. Floof began gnawing on the stick as he had once done Adeliza's shoe, coming to break off small bits of the stick with his tiny wolf teeth.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Well for my wolf pup, I'd want it to have blue details since I love blue so I would name it Azura but for your pups, tell me a bit about them. What colour are their eyes, what are they like, what are unique features that they have?\" *She would say as she looked down at floof with a smile, running her hands over his soft fur*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Part of Terrel thought it was weird imagining a wolf with any sort of extra detail besides their normal appearance especially one as bold of a color as blue. Even more so a question of where one would find a wolf that looked like that, but he merely shrugged it off and got up to walks over to the two wolf pups. Reaching down, he'd grab each of them with a hand which seemed to cause them to blink awake in confusion at the sudden disturbance. Walking back over to the fire, he'd set the two down in his lap before picking one of them up. The first one seemed to be smaller than the other. It would gaze over to Adeliza with its dark brown eyes, letting out a quiet bark or at least what sounded like an attempt of one. While she appeared to be more of a grey appearance, there was a high chance than some of her more unique markings had yet to come in.*\n\n\"You want to know what feature this one has? The ability to somehow disappear the moment you look away. You can take your eyes off her for a second and next thing you know she's ran off who knows where.\"*He gave her a light scratch atop her head, causing her to lick at his fingers in return.*\"She does this when she thinks she's in trouble. I think Floof is secretly teaching her his ways.\"" }, { "author": "Adeliza", "message": "*She would giggle a bit at his comment* \"She's pretty adorable looks wise though\" *She would then think to herself about what name would be suitable for the pup* \"What do you think of the name Blur?\" *She would say as she reached out to hold the little pup*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Alright then Blur...\"*He said, thinking for a moment before eventually handing the pup over to Adeliza. Floof would turn over to face his playmate, licking at the pup in excitement. Terrel would then hold up the other wolf pup, this one with a more darker grey complexion while still holding the same colored eyes as the other.*\n\n\"Her brother here is a fighter. Anything put in front of him he'll try to attack. Shoes, Rocks, Sticks, I don't know... A blade of grass...\"*He'd say shrugging off the Wolf's fierceness as he would give the pup a light pet on his head who in return would start nibbling at his gloved fingers. It didn't hurt now, but this pup had quite a bit of training to go through for it not to hurt in the future when he got older.*" }, { "author": "Adeliza", "message": "*She would giggle as she cuddled with Blur and nuzzle her cheek against the top of her head* \"A blade of grass you say hm? Well i can tell he'll be quite a protective one, that's for sure\" *She would say as she began to think of a name* \"What about link? Or vice? Or maybe ateel if you wanna go a bit exotic and different? Or maybe even ansel?\" *She had many options but she would leave it up to terrel to pick which one he liked or maybe he even had another name in mind*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I don't think he's protecting so much as being overly dominant.\"*Terrel would finally say as he placed the pup down to join the others. The wolf pup would make his way over to Floof, grabbing him by the ear as he tried to tug him away only to learn how much bigger Floof was than him, being the eldest of the three. The Pig Elf watched them for a while, eventually saying:*\"Ansel works.\"" }, { "author": "Adeliza", "message": "*She would let floof go with ansel as she kept blur in her lap, gently stroking her fur with a warm smile* \"Well that can be both a good and a bad thing but i'm glad we were able to settle on some names however if you don't like them, you're more than welcome to change them\" *She would say as she looked at terrel* \"By the way, can you see okay with the mask on?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The two wolves moved away from Adeliza as they wrestled one another to the ground in play while Blur merely watched in Adeliza's lap. With the food about done, Terrel would casually pour himself a bowl only to glance over at Addy's question.*\"Well I haven't ran into anything yet.\"*He jested.*\"But who knows, may just be a matter of time.\"*Seeing the mask itself, it was hard to tell if he could actually see through it, the eyes of the mask seemingly socket-less with the white complexion of them, though anyone could assume that was where he saw through naturally.*" }, { "author": "Adeliza", "message": "*She would giggle a bit at his joke* \"Well let's hope you don't run into anything ever\" *She would say as she continued to stroke the pup's fur and eventually she would pick her up and turn blur to face her* \"Aren't you so adorable\" *She would say as she nuzzled her nose against blur's small one*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well there's a first for everything.\"*He says, holding out the bowl of soup to her. Blur would let out a quiet yawn which sounded more like a high pitch whine from her. She looked back at Addy with tired eyes as she was held, soon giving Adeliza a lick on the nose as she brought herself close to Blur's face.*" }, { "author": "Adeliza", "message": "*She would smile as she put blur back down in her lap so that she could fall back to sleep. She would then turn to terrel and take the bowl from him* \"Thank you\" *She would say in a very genuine manner*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Don't mention it.\"*He'd say, not caring much of the gesture. Terrel was used to cooking for other people at this point with all those he's encountered. More so against his usual care over anything, but yet here he was still doing. He poured himself his own bowl and sipped away at it while the puppies occupied themselves, Ansel himself picking up the stick Floof once had while Floof attempted to pull it away from him without needing much effort.*" }, { "author": "Adeliza", "message": "*She would smile as she ate her soup while watching the scene in front of her* \"What are tzu and Carl going to eat?\" *She would say as she looked down at blur*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well Carl already ate everything you carried on you.\"*Terrel would point out with a cheesy grin.*\"As for Tzu, he'll eat anything you don't keep an eye on, but fortunately for us-\"*He would move his hand to his cloak, shuffling it around as if reaching for something before he would hold it back out to reveal a handful of berries.*\"I keep snacks for him on the go.\"*Tzu would appear at Terrel's shoulder, seemingly climbing out from behind his hair as the bird would run down his arm and burry its face into the berries. Seeing the others around, the Furrow wasted no time in grabbing what berries remained and even attempted to store some in its mouth while it tried to quickly eat the rest.*" }, { "author": "Adeliza", "message": "\"Well i guess that's true\" *She would say as she smiled at the remark about carl. She would then turn her attention to tzu and giggle at his behaviour* \"Easy tzu... We aren't interested in your berries. This soup is too delicious anyways\" *She would say as she quickly finished up her soup* \"And what about the pups?\" *She would say as she looked at floof and ansel while subconsciously petting blur* \"Do you have food for them too?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I made sure to feed them before we left town. Got enough hungry mouths to feed without having to worry about one going hungry over another.\"*What Terrel didn't care to admit was that he wasn't much of a hunter. Sure, he could go kill an animal if he wanted to, but it simply wasn't his thing. Besides, meat spoiled to easily anyways. At least he could see if the next town over sold any Jerky to keep the pups going for the time being.*\"They should be fine for tonight.\"*He'd say, before suddenly leaning in close to her and whispering:*\"But if we happen to not wake up in the morning due to being eaten by them, I will take full blame for it.\"*With that he would grin before moving his head away once more and standing back up, his bowl now empty and left discarded on the ground. Of course he knew full well if they did actually go about being attacked by the wolf pups at night, chances were they would simply have a rude awakening.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Well that's good\" *She would say before he came to whisper something in her ear. Upon hearing the joke, she would giggle a little bit as his sense of humour reminded her of someone she knew* \"What are we to do with the bowls?\" *She would say as she noticed his empty bowl on the ground and she would look back up at him from where she was sitting, not wanting to move in case she woke the probably sleeping puppy in her lap*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Leave em, they're not going anywhere.\"*He said, walking over to the two wrestling pups and picking them up to separate them. Terrel would turn back to look over to her.*\"And if they do somehow roll away, they're replaceable. I doubt even a thief would go for them. Well... Maybe not first anyways.\"*Terrel made his way over to his horse, lowering down on his knees so that he could reach the travel bag and open it up. Carefully, he would place Ansel down into the bag, making sure he would settle in before closing it.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would then place her bowl on the ground as well as she picked up blur in her arms, almost cradling her like a baby and walking over to terrel* \"Alright... If you say so\" *She would say as she also bent down next to terrel and looked at him, not sure if he wanted blur to be with ansel or on her own*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He took the pup from her, having to hold Blur carefully as she would begin wriggling in his hand at the disturbance from her sleep. Placing her down alongside her brother, she would soon enough settle down and with that, Terrel would close the top of the bag.*\"How much you want to bet they'll become inseparable later?\"*He asked, placing Floof on the ground so that he can roam around on his own now.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would smile as she watched them sleeping together in the bag and before he closed it she would whisper* \"Sleep well\" *To them. Once terrel closed the bag, she would look at him to answer his question with a smile* \"I'll bet you a well made bracelet and piece of clothing that they're going to be extremely inseparable later\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Not a bad trade.\"*He'd say with a grin.*\"Unfortunately for you, I believe they'll be inseparable as well, so you won't be getting a bracelet or piece of clothing out of me.\"*Terrel turned around and leaned back against his dozing horse to get more comfortable while Floof, hopped across his legs to get from one side of him to the other.*" }, { "author": "Adeliza", "message": "*She would sit on the ground across from him as she giggled at his comment* \"That's alright, consider it a thank you gift for the food and company\" *She would say as she placed her bag on the ground so that she could use it as a pillow*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You provided that first didn't you?\"*He'd ask in comeback to her thanking him for food and company. Of course he was mainly referring to Carl as he would give the horse a pat along his flank.*" }, { "author": "Adeliza", "message": "\"Well then in that case, thank you for putting up with me\" *She would say as she lay down on the ground, resting her head on her bag*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He gave a snort of suppressed laughter, one too well suiting for the mask he wore.*\"Yeah,\" *Terrel responded.*\"And I thought hyenas were the giggliest ones. Guess I was proven wrong tonight.\"*The Pig Elf decided to make the last joke, more so as it seems Adeliza was readying to go to sleep with the time that had passed through the night. He'd soon enough fall silent afterwards, idly petting the top of Floof's head.*" }, { "author": "Adeliza", "message": "\"Well there's always a first for everything and i guess pigs made pretty good snorts but turns out an elf wearing a pig mask makes a better one. Anyways, goodnight dear friend\" *She would say as she rolled onto her side, closed her eyes, and fell asleep*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Adeliza falling asleep for the night Terrel gazed over at her for a while before finally responding with:*\"Night...\"*He knew well enough it would be falling on deaf ears at this point but it didn't matter much anyways. The Elf got up on his feet and began walking to the edge of the clearing, soon finding himself being followed at the heels by Floof who seemed rather curious of his actions. Glancing down at the pup, he'd ask:*\"Trying to keep watch for the night?\"*Of course Floof didn't respond, merely glancing up at Terrel with his tongue hanging from his mouth.*\"Alright... Let's see who stays up the longest...\"*And with that, Terrel would turn his gaze away to face the darkened forest. In silence. In waiting.*" } ]

[ { "author": "tiredfroslass", "message": "*The treehouse is an old house, made of deep rich dark oak planks with a thatch roof, that seems recently repaired. A rope ladder hangs down from the top of it, theres a large pile of cut wood next to the tree.*\n\n*All around the tree are plots growing many kinds of plants, herbs, and flowers mostly, as well as a plot of carrot plants. Sitting on the windowcill is a teapot, made of jade. Its carved to look like a giant mythogical fish. Whoever owns all of this dosent seem to be here right now. Butterflys dance around the flowers and herbs drinking the sweet nectar*\n\n\n\n*Meanwhile Meztu is returning to her little home in the middle of nowere, two buckets of water being carried to cure and drink, as well as to feed to her thirsty plants.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Kadmus eyed the place warily. He took in the various scents of flowers, the butterflies darting here and there across a field of flowers, yet still felt a tinge of unease. There was a contradictory tension in the air despite the natural beauty he was presented with, almost as if he were being lured into a trap.*\n\n*Suddenly, he began picking up the sound of footsteps coming up from behind him, accompanied by the occasional sloshing of water in buckets. As it stood, he wanted to avoid a conflict as much as possible; it was unwise for someone in a condition like his to go out seeking fights immediately, since that was an invitation for seizure and arrest. He had to be deceitful and cunning if he wanted to make it out of the plot unscathed. Perhaps he could pose as pitiable, revealing his true nature when he was restored to his full strength... Yes, that could work.*\n\n*As Meztu approached, she would be able to see Kadmus in full form. The two would lock eyes for a second before Kadmus bowed low. He hoped this gesture would not go unnoticed despite his fearsome appearance.*\n\n\"Greetings. You must be the owner of this land.\" *He said, coming out of the bow.* \"I am but... A humble, lowly stranger, seeking sanctuary from my foes. Would you be so kind enough to lend me some time to heal, some time to recover, before I may take my leave once more?\"" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*Meztu would walk forward. Lost in her own inner thoughts. Despite her calm lifeless vibe her mind is always busy always moving. Always thinking and planning as she approaches the stranger she would just stare at her. She would bow to her but the water buckets make that inpractable. She just walks by after that saying nothing*\n\n*The person looks like a young 16 maybe 18 year old girl. With soft glazed purple eyes, dark hair with purple tips, a bun on the back of her head pinned with a butterfly. Her face is however dirty having traces of dirt and grime from her dutys of maintaining the land her pants and the tips of her kimono are tracked with mud and damp from the riverbed she got the water from. Her kimono is a base purple color that is otherwise we'll kempt and dignified under that is a one peice pure black outfit. Now meztu may live off grid that dosent mean she lives completly isolated. She goes to the guild to check on the jobs and goes to the farmers market. So at first she completly blows off the stranger filling a watering can with water and sprinkles the plants she has yet to even speak. Then she sets the watering can down and walks to you studying your face. It looks familiar*\n\n\n*She would then give you a cup of water and points to a log to sit on. As she heads into her treehouse. Inside theres a wall of people with bountys. She then let's out a sigh and takes off the butterfly mask from her hip and puts it on. Now if you dont know this mask is a symbol of death to those who see it. As she only puts it on when shes on duty aka when she kills people. The mask is made of wood and covers her eyes and cheeks its hand painted with green wings and purple spots in swirls. Red tips the wings the butterfly insignia of the guild that took her in.*\n\n*She then descends the rope ladder and walks toward you calmly a slip of paper in her hands its yellow and has a rip were the nail was pounded into it. She then shows it to you, its your wanted poster*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "Be back in like 3 hours or so\n\n*Kadmus took Meztu's gesture as an invitation to sit. It was odd that she decided not to speak any words, nor invite him inside, so it was possible that he wasn't seen as cordial as he wished. His hairs pricked with caution as he took the water, but it didn't seem to contain any poison within it. He sipped carefully, and with apprehension.*\n\n*His demeanor only intensified as Meztu came back with a paper, and with an odd looking mask. He found it a certain degree illogical that she put it on after he'd seen her face in the first place, and at once knew of what was to come as he saw his face staring back at him on the paper. He sighed, getting up from his seat, as if he were faced with something trivial.*\n\n\"Am I really that *Deplorable* That words aren't even fit to communicate with me?\" *He said.* \"Fine; I suppose we shall begin the matter at hand.\"\n\n*He took multiple steps away from Meztu, eyeing her every move analytically.* \n\n\"Your move.\"" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She stands there without word. Simply standing as she puts down the wanted poster. Theres a soft blowing of the wind as she draws from her purple sheath a rapier, long thin and sharp its well kept, but not brand new obvious by the remaining stains of red stained into the metal. She holds it professionally standing with her hip facing you. Putting one arm behind her back and and standing into a third position. She says no words, makes no noise and her expression is emotionless.*\n\n\"*When Im inside the mask. I am untouchable... I am like my master, I am a member of the butterfly assassins wing.*\" \n\n*She thinks to herself, sealing her nerves and doubts about this and takes a step back in respect. She waits for you to draw your own weapon before starting. Seems she has her own honor, Meztu takes a deep calm breath as the wind blows and a butterfly gently floats past the two combatants and then... She jumps forward starting the fight*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Perhaps Kadmus was a bit too overconfident. He was jolted to alertness by Meztu's speed, in which he had no time to react before the rapier pierced his skin completely. He was stuck in place, skewered by the blade. Fortunately for him, however, the second strike Meztu aimed towards him missed. He grimaced, as he couldn't move momentarily, before striking back with a counterattack because Meztu was in range; going in straight for the kill versus a fighter like him was asking for a beatdown.*\n\n*Kadmus goes in for a punch, with the intent of crippling Meztu. Regardless of whether or not it hit, he would go for another.*\n\n*The first punch landed, but not the second. However, Meztu would be crippled with the first punch. It was quite the spectacle that they were both locked in the same place - one skewered and one crippled.*\n``` Kadmus goes in for two punches. He lands one with the cripple Play, but not the other. \nMeztu takes 5 damage, and is now crippled for one turn. \nKadmus gains one Tempo, but loses one Focus. ```" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She would grit her teeth, thankfully she saw the attack coming as she braces with her other arm. She has been hurt worst before. This pain is a lot however. She normally lands the fatal blow but this time she misjudged. Dammit*\n\n*She still dosent let out a yelp of pain even when you hit her to far, your hits dont even come close to the pain she has suffered before. She looks up at you into your eyes. Shes smiling a warm smile a soft smile.*\n\n*She would grip her rapier and attempt to stab it deeper, then unsheath it but finds it impossibly stuck, snagged on something. Her arms not strong enough to get it loose shes open for attack.*" }, { "author": "tiredfroslass", "message": "``HP: 29/34\nFocus: 3/4\n[Any class resources where needed]\n\nMovement: 0\nAttack 1: 17, attack attempt with rapier, No affect\nAttack 2: Didint even try.``" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*With the momentum of the first strike urging him on, the strike from Meztu was only subtle compared to the fury ringing in his ears. He went on another offensive, sending another punch her direction, and also quickly moving behind her as well. Once behind Meztu, he attempted to send another punch behind her as he called upon the knowledge of his martial technique to guide his strike.*\n\n*The first strike does not land, though he ends up behind Meztu either way. The second strike, however, hits; it landed square on Meztu's back.*\n``` Kadmus goes in for another punch. He uses the Right Behind You play, and activates the Eighteen Palms Pugilist ability once behind Meztu, consuming one Tempo and one Focus. \nMeztu takes 7 damage.\nKadmus loses one Focus, but gains one Tempo. ```" }, { "author": "tiredfroslass", "message": "``HP: 22/34\nFocus: 3/4\n[Any class resources where needed]\n\nMovement: 0\n\nAttack 2: second attack with Rapier, miss``" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "The assassin after getting punched and you being behind her would let out a gasp as the air is punched out of her. But she uses your closeness and new angle to grab the rapier and uses her own body weight to forcibly yank it out. To instantly snap back around and stabs back at you.*\n\n*She then withdraws and attempts to stab you again, but your able to doge seeing the attack coming, she looks at you with a blank expression, she cant loose here*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Kadmus feels the rapier graze his forearm, piercing through the flesh painfully. He only barely managed to parry it away from skewering his right eyeball; if that had happened, he would've been done. This girl was clearly comparable to himself in terms of power; only fate could decide who would come out on top. \n\nAgain, he tries to make another strike towards her. No other fancy maneuvers would be put into place; just two punches aimed at her. The first one was charged with the power of the Eighteen Palms, but the second one was not. The gambit, for the most part, worked; the strike with the Eighteen Palms was the one that connected - and was the one that dealt damage.*\n``` Kadmus goes in for another two punches. One misses, yet another connects. \nKadmus consumes one Tempo and gaines one Tempo. \nMeztu takes 7 damage. ```" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She got struck by the special hit but she sees a perfect opportunity, like trying to punch a leaf shes floaty after hopping right back forward after the punch she is just barely out of reach before she retaliates brutally. Her blade slicing into your body easily plunging very deep.*\n\n*But she dosent let up, the silent assassin stares at you with the same unlingering smile turning on the grass sharply stabbing again at your side, striking directly into your guts a crippling strike. Then she would step to the right and slice across your chest, as she swivels her hips and thrust the rapier at your neck stopping at the very edge. She will get more money bringing you in alive*\n\nHP: 15/34\nFocus: 6/8\n[Any class resources where needed]\n\nMovement: 0\nAttack 1: (Rapier) Crippling strike with Rapier, hits, does 8 damage\nAttack 2: second attack with Rapier, hits, does 9 damage\n\n*This... This cant be happening, this girl... Shes, she looks like shes 16?! Yet she moves so fluidly? So strategically? She knows the exact locations to stab to hurt and impair you but not kill you? Is this some sort of trick? Who is this person anyway?*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Kadmus was hit with a quick flurry of attacks even he didn't anticipate coming. Even he was on his last legs; he could feel his life fading out from his muscles, even when he made the slightest shift in stance. Yet his adrenaline kept going. His honor would not allow him to fall here, and his discipline wouldn't stop his techniques from being recalled from memory into his hands. Even he could feel that with one final push, one final attack, he would fall; and then he would be killed, or shamed further by returning to that loathsome prison. Though, that's not where his life was; his life was on the battlefield. And he would either live to walk victorious off of it...\n\nOr die as he lived upon the bloodstained grass.\n\nHis final attack let him burst forth a great outcry of rage, filling him completely. He aimed one punch at Metzu, following up with a flurry of blows, and let loose one more final punch.*\n``` Kadmus launches two final punches, and consumes one Tempo to launch a flurry of blows. \nFirst punch: Hits. 12 damage.\nFlurry of blows: 4 damage.\nSecond punch: Does not hit. ```" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*As you dont accept to come in conscious she would focus, and take a deep breath as she uses all of her focus and in a very silent voice that in the moment nobody but her could hear*\n\n\"*Evasion technique flight of the butterfly*\" *She would jump backwards floating gently using the hilt of her rapier to glance your punches then jumps high into the air, the billowing kimono creates a butterfly-esc wing pattern shadow under you as the last thing you can cautiously see is the assassin falling at you rapier drawn. Imagine that being killed by a butterfly, she would plunge into your chest and use your muscly body as a landing pad and causes you to slide through the dirt.* \n\n*She then dramatically sheaths her weapon*\n\n\"Tshkk... A..Aaa... Aaah...\" *She cries out in pain silently, like a whimper as she feels her body, bruised and internally bleeding, that was so close. That was way to close, she would know how to treat this however she drags herself up the tree house and immideatly starts tending to her wounds, and downs herbs to promote clotting as she gently takes off the butterfly mask and puts it on her desk*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Kadmus would fall, filled with holes, on the grass. He would later be taken up by the local militia, who would also reward you with a hefty sum of silver: 3000 pieces, to be exact. The day would end with the unconscious Kadmus loaded into a much more secure caravan, with Meztu adding 3000 more silver to her wallet, and - aside from the stains of blood on the grass - an air of peace, as if the conflict never had happened.*\n``` Quest End\n40 EXP Rewarded to Meztu\n3000 Silver Rewarded to Meztu ```" }, { "author": "tiredfroslass", "message": "Is that a good mount of exp?" } ]

[ { "author": "tiredfroslass", "message": "*The treehouse is an old house, made of deep rich dark oak planks with a thatch roof, that seems recently repaired. A rope ladder hangs down from the top of it, theres a large pile of cut wood next to the tree.\n\nAll around the tree are plots growing many kinds of plants, herbs, and flowers mostly, as well as a plot of carrot plants. Sitting on the windowcill is a teapot, made of jade. Its carved to look like a giant mythogical fish. Whoever owns all of this dosent seem to be here right now. Butterflys dance around the flowers and herbs drinking the sweet nectar*" }, { "author": "Amalfriede", "message": "*Journeying around the wilds was Amal's current plan as she made her path towards Lymia. She had recently left her old home, though it couldn't exactly be called such from the uncomfortable airs that always made her heart thus when she was in the presence of its lord. The girl wore a rather mundane looking set of clothes, though the black colour scheme that it held complimented her dark hair and eyes. We're it night time already, it would undoubtedly make her almost radiant under the moonlight.\n\nShe had her eyes set on the strange abode that resides above her head, the little wafts of tea coming to her nostrils and widening her thin lips almost immediately. It had been about a day since she had set out, and while it certainly wasn't night yet, she doubted that she'd find any other residence soon.*\n\n*Lifting her slender hands to her mouth, she spoke out, hoping that someone would respond.* \"Hello? Is someone there?\"" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*Still not fully healed from her wounds. Meztu had just finished cleaning her clothes an puts them back on from inside. As she pours herself another cup of hot tea to cut through the chilling set of the sun and the incoming rise of the moon, You would see slender hands grab the tea pot pour it into a cup then put it back on the windowsill.*\n\n*She then hears you, and throws her mask on and her weapon and climbs down the rope ladder and studies your face. What your holding, and then takes her hand off of the rapiers hilt and takes her mask off*\n\n*Speaking of which lets describe the person who has just came out ready to fight you, She has black hair with purple at the tips, deep purple eyes that are glossy and empty feeling, the mask she had on was a wooden mask that covers most of her face its a butterfly with green wings a purple body and tips of red on the wing tips. She has a butterfly pin on the top of her bun on her head, and she has a deep purple kimono with a pitch black 1 suit uniform underneath it. The mask is still stained with blood from the previous fight she just had.*\n\n\n*She dosent... Say anything as she looks at you, she would think for a moment and walk past you to get a watering can as she inspects her gardens flowers. Watering them and picking some herbs*" }, { "author": "Amalfriede", "message": "*The traveller before Metzu had an expression of bewilderment on her face as she saw the inhabitant of the treehouse almost ignore her presence as she went about her business. A hand went up, almost as if asking for permission to speak, before meekly going back down as she realised where she was.* \n\n*Amalfriede was of a slim build, her body covered up by a simple black dress, though one which was clearly made for travelling. She had a backpack on her shoulders, a weapon's handle sticking out from inside it as well as a dagger at the side of said backpack. While she carried weapons, she didn't seem a seasoned warrior at all. Especially with the amount of stuff she seemed to have in her pack. From how stuffed it was, there were probably some more clothes in there among other things. Her face was well rounded, cute even, with blue eyes looking curiously at the resident.*\n\n\"H-hello, my name is Amalfriede. I'm terribly sorry to be inconveniencing you, but it's a-almost night time and I don't have a place to stay...\" *Her words were meek as she looked over Metzu's shoulders and at the flowers that she was caring for. The ornament on her hair and the mask were beautiful, something that enamoured Amal as she asked for asylum. It was then, however, that she noticed the bloodstains on it. Gulping down, she took a step back, holding both her hands behind her back in a position that was simultaneously friendly and submissive, avoidant of conflict.*" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She would then go up to you, and hands you a a beautiful jade teacup, Its engraved with fluttering butterflys flying over a field. The craftmanship is immaculate and its clearly something of great value. She again dosent say anything and points to a log chair for you to sit on as she runs upstairs and carrys down a lot of stuff. Jars of herbs, a few lemons, a knife, a morter and a fire starter, as well as that teapot still full of water.* \n\n\n*She would quickly make a small fire in a sandy pit that she makes all her fires its surrounded in stones to keep it from spreading, She fills up the teapot that is also as well made as the cup your holding, it resembles a Koi fish, and when you pour out of it, it looks like the Koi fish is spitting it out into your cup like a fountain.*\n\n*She then gets out all of her ingredients of herbs, spices, and importantly the lemon slice and starts to ground them pound them and once she pours the hot water into your cup, she grabs it to turn it... Yknow into tea, Pinching in many herbs and spices, cutting a lemon into it, then finishing it off with her secret weapon. Orange zest, She would zest the skin of an orange on the top of it. And that would be the end of it. The smell would be fruity yet refined, like the emodyment of a fall harvest*\n\n*She would hand you the finished tea as she bows gracefully and makes herself tea.*\n\n*The taste is indescribable, the soft sitrus, the spice of herb to give it some impact mellowed out by a cinnamon like flavor is an explosion of warmth into your mouth. This is some damm good tea*" }, { "author": "tiredfroslass", "message": "Id imagine itd look something like dis" }, { "author": "Amalfriede", "message": "*Amalfriede's eyes widened in surprise as she saw Metzu slowly put together the different herbs and spices into the wonderfully crafted teacup set. More than anything, her eyes were glued to the ceramics rather than the tea in of itself, admiring the design of the koi wrapped around as though it were swimming in the fragile white container. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at the art piece, but eventually she stopped and brought it up, close to her lips.* \"Th-thank you! My name is Amalfriede, dear host! This smells wonderful.\" \n\n*Indeed, the warm scent smelt like nothing Friede had ever felt, the only similar thing she could record being one of the expensive sweets that her lord might have had on occasion. Then again, sweet tastes overall were a rarity for her.*\n\n*Blowing for just a few moments to stop herself from being burnt, she put the cup to her lips, tilting it up and sipping, the light coloured fluid flowing over her taste buds and immediately filling her throat with warmth. The sweetness, the zest, the quality surprised her immensely as she raised her eyebrows and smiled deeply.* \"W-woah... This tastes brilliant!\"" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She would Nod and smile as you say your last remark as she would go up into her treehouse and throw down a bed roll as she goes back down and drinks down her own cup of tea. Shes quite active and knowledgeable for someone who looks akin to a 16 year old...* \n\n*Now these ingredients are not advanced, or expensive like chocolate or white sugar its just the magic of mixing a lot of natural things with the right know how to make something much better then the sum of there parts. She then spends a lot of time putting everything back where it was. And extinguishing the fire as night officially rolls in and she goes onto the rounds and sets up traps around her property, Lots of them to at least 15 simple traps to catch wildlife and intruders*\n\n*She then would walk up to you holding the bedroll behind her and extend an open palm...? What is she asking for? Payment? Some sort of offering? Maybe an exchange?*" } ]

[ { "author": "Mimi Gopana", "message": "The birds were chirping. Wind was light on the leaves, rays of sun shining past the branches as the wind swept them out the way. Such a peaceful, beautiful day.\n\nThe small Uzhi would stand upright, standing without moving. There a small spot along the dirt path where there was a gap in trees, a nice opening for the sun to shine straight through and down. Her head was pointed up at the sky, her eyes closed as the sunlight would rain over her and her translucent blue body. The silence of the forest was loud with ambience, and it was beautiful. \n\nShe was no ordinary person. Mimi was a Uzhi. Her skin was so translucent that even without direct contact with light, it appeared as if she was nothing but a blue blob, not a single spec of shadows or grey to be seen across her body. Just blue. Alone. Truly alone. These small bits in nature seemed to push her buttons just the right way, the perfect mixture of peace... And noise. Of the cold wind and warm sun.\n\nBut she would have to get moving eventually.\nTaking one last inhale, holding it... And then exhaling slowly, she would grip her belt, dragging it higher onto her waist as she once again began to move through the forests. Her feet scuffing up some of the dirt, She could see the wildlife that she walking against. The air was filled with the sound of cicadas and birds above that were flying in a v-shaped formation. She was meant to search for herbs in case she ever felt the need to create an antidote for poison. It is better to be prepared than not, her teacher would say." }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "*The silence was immediately disrupted by two figures running through the woods: one of average height and bloodied carrying what seems to be a coin purse and one who was extremely tall and clad in heavy armor charging with a halberd* \"Come back here you damn coin thief!\"" }, { "author": "Mimi Gopana", "message": "Mimi wasn't particularly caught up in every little detail of her surroundings. For now, she was kind of just soaking in the sights. The light crunch of dirt and gravel being kicked up as she continued down her determined path, she would continue on finding herbs until...\n\nA large sound would be audible from the forests, most likely the sound of running and panting. She couldn't help but feel like she was snapped out of the more peaceful zen she was in, clenching her fists and eyes with a bit of a flinch before slowly relaxing herself: turning to look at what could have possibly made the disturbance. Only to see a bloodied man with a purse running at her, out of shock she just stood still and waited for him to crash into her and so he did making her fall and tumble. Though she didn't seem to be harmed at all, she seemed fine and quickly stood up once again. \n\nAs much as she needed to reach her goal, she couldn't help but feel drawn to whatever the business of this man was. I mean, as much as the people would explore the forests and wilds, this was... Completely unnatural. She would begin to take a closer look at him. She would stare with squinted eyes, as if... Trying to focus on something not noticing the man in heavy armor approaching her." }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "An armored mass crashes into the thief, slowed down by the tumble. \"Ah, gotcha.\" The armored man takes the coins back and notices the slime women on the ground next to him. Still holding the semi-conscious man in one hand he helps the women up with the other. \"All you all right? This fucker here just tried to steal my beer money. No one steals my beer money.\" Noticing the thief still moving somewhat, he hits him with the blunt end of his halberd to knock him out. After that, He starts examining the body for possible coin and other items he could take." }, { "author": "Mimi Gopana", "message": "\"Tss tss.. Men so greedy and protective.. Mimi is fine although Mimi doesn't think that knocking him was necessary\"\n\nShe brushed a hand over the longer strands of hair which had been obscuring her view though.. She didn't really need to. Though she didn't want to cause trouble, It completely unnecessary to knock him out like that. She'd spent the last two years truly developing the magic she had been gifted, the magic that had been passed onto her. But what did it matter if the world was this greedy and protective over small bits of metal? Positioning her hands onto her hi[s, not a single sound being made as she glared at the male dressed in armor. There was a reason why she was in the wilds after all and thought everything was going to go about smoothly. But oh.. She had to jinx it. \n\n\"Mimi thinks that you should help him recover, he steals for a reason, a reason that he cannot avoid. Money is everything in this world, Mimi thinks that money is all that people care about\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"I suppose their is a grain of truth in that. I used to steal when I was younger when the mercenaries could not find work\" He does not admit that he may be out of work now. \"I gave up on wishing for a better society since I realized the nature of the ruling class and how it has devastated my family, back when I actually had one...\"" }, { "author": "Mimi Gopana", "message": "\"I am sorry for your family and for your pasts but please Mimi thinks that you shouldn't go too overboard\"\n\nMimi wasn't completely oblivious to the statements that was coming from the male, he seemed that he had a rough life and didn't have much for his childhood. She didn't disagree with him though, the ruling and upper classes were not the most noblest and kindest, she heard of the rumors of what and how they acted. It disgusted her, how could people do such things and all she could do now was look forward towards her own future. Not wanting to get suddenly in an emotional conversation, she stood quietly as the male stood over the bloodied thief on the ground. She stood awkwardly for a few long seconds before she finally spoke again. \n\n\"Mimi's name is.. Well Mimi if you didn't catch Mimi\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"You can call me marcus. Now what should i do with this thief...\" He wonders if anyone could find a body in the wilds like this. He reconsiders due to the possible witness. \"I will just take him back to the guard. Should not be much of a fuss considering he is knocked out\" He slings the thief over his shoulder. \"Thanks for the help, sorry for disturbing you\"" }, { "author": "Mimi Gopana", "message": "Perfect. In an instant, contributed by both his diverted attention towards the unconcious man and her will to keep finding herbs. Mimi had suddenly now walked up towards him, slowing down so as to not well, get him jittery or sum. She cleared her throat with what she hoped was a friendly smile, she bowed towards her. \"I'm sorry for bothering you but uh.. Mimi would deeply appreciate it if you use this herb paste i made for this mans wounds\". Offering a vile of green-mushed up herbs to Marcus." }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"Ah him? He will be fine. But I guess I can do it if it does not cost me any money.\" Marcus applies the paste to the thief a bit hastily but with somewhat of an experience that shows that he has cared for similar wounds like this in the past. He turns back to the slime. \"Why were you out here in the first place? I never go out unless it involves something that will make me coin or feed me. The wilds are a dangerous place and serve as a hiding place for bandits and thieves such as this one\"" }, { "author": "Mimi Gopana", "message": "\"Bandits? Mimi came across some people they wanted to take Mimi's belt but Mimi took care of them\"\n\nA small drop of sweat.. Slime? Appeared as she realized a lot of time had passed. She even paused for a second, stunned by the revelation that the wilds she was exploring was filled with such bad people. Holy shit it had been a whole hecking while since she'd even been in this part of the wilds. Now she kinda looked stupid, coughing out of slight embarrassment from her confidence in her own memory. She'd been cooped up in the city for way too long that she had no ideas of the changes in the area. She smiled weakly as he thought about his situation very carefully." }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "Marcus looks at the slime wondering how she took care of them and shivers. \"Well, I definitely feel pity for whoever took your belt. If you are searching for the real wilds you will have to go deeper into the woods, but then risk the nature that is out there\"" }, { "author": "Mimi Gopana", "message": "The slime would think, the wind would blow past them as it swept away some leaves off the ground. \"I see.. Well! Mimi thinks its best for her to go home\" She would say, she had been exploring and finding herbs for a couple good hours. The female would proceed to motion a formal bow and slowly walk away. Not knowing if she was even going the right way home." }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "Marcus was excellent at land navigation due to his years as a mercenary and occasional banditry when younger. He may not want to admit that taverns are the landmarks he derives his navigation skills from. He knows almost all the taverns in the empire, and knows their exact locations. Not wanting to be parch-lipped any longer marcus said his goodbyes and headed to the nearest inn" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon left the village Mirgova in the early morning, her brown woven basket emptied of all the Echinacea roots she spent picking in the wild. The local doctor insisted she accept payment for the herb, declaring that they were in need of such plant to prevent illness around the winter time. Only a couple people had seen her off as one older lady placed a small coin purse into her basket. If it wasn't for the pushing she did, Manon would've turned around and handed it right back. They were a lovely group of people, sure there were a few people who stared at her mouth while she talked. Her fangs always caught people unaware, a healer vampire, in the larger cities it was warrant a scoff at the very least.* \n\n*She decided to head towards the north, the locals spoke about another village called Narshapi. Bending forward to place her basket on the floor as she opened her purple umbrella, something that would help keep the sun off her as she traveled. Slinging it over her right shoulder as used her staff to loop the handle of the basket before setting off.* \n\n\"Hopefully I can find some more herbs along the way, It's the least I could do.\" \n\n*She said to herself, using her inherent nature magic to probe the earth for nearby plants. As always she needed to stay off the main road, nothing ever good was found near the dirt paths that connected locations together. Bandits were something to worry about as well, so much so that she headed directly west. At some point she would turn right and head north, maybe sending a prayer that she would be close enough to spot the village if she got near.*" }, { "author": "Elisven Chalotte", "message": "It wouldn't be long until blood lined her path ahead. A fresher kind - still settling into where it was on the ground and soaking it's way into the sand and dirt. It wasn't something innately obvious - many could have missed the drips of blood across the path or the larger splotch slightly further into the thicket, but to one so inclined to the scent...\n\nIt would definitely need analysis before one could properly scrutinise what it was, but it was an ominious sign. The wilds were not a particularly caring mistress and blood on the ground was always a cause for alarm, especially a trail so easy to follow." }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon was in the process of picking some ripe berries from a shrub, far off the beaten path. It was then where she heard some whining first. It sounded so far that it was just shrugged off. The berries she ate were rather tart, not her favourite flavor but it was something to pre-occupy herself with. Snapping off large clusters of the redish orange berries and lined them around her basket. The coin pouch still neatly centered in the basket. She wished she could lose her umbrella though, she looked like a large purple beacon for person with hostile intents. The constant anxiety of being watched crept in the corners of her mind. She hardly went 20 minutes without looking behind her.* \n\n*Again Manon stopped walking to search her surroundings for whimpering. She found herself looking at her berries as if they contained some hallucinogenic agent but she didn't pick up on any during her initial feel. She figured the next village could wait as she began walking towards the injured sounds, at least where she thought it was coming from*" }, { "author": "Elisven Chalotte", "message": "The trail of blood wasn't one hard to follow. It thickened periodically, with bursts varying between drips and splatters. The sounds became far more obvious with time, the blood reaching towards a critical location where the sound originated. \n\nWith one more rather unpleasant sound of pain, the source of such a sanguine path could be found. Up ahead, a decent-sized buck could be seen near a tree further ahead. It's antlers had fledged fairly-well, suggesting it wasn't the youngest of creatures, but that was not the true reason Manon had come to see it. Admiring antlers could not ignore the deep-red coating the deer's brown hide, oozing out it's front.\n\nThe deer scrambled slightly, trying to stand and move forward again, but didn't get much out of it, flailing weakly. It remained on the ground, leaning mostly on its side. A long, carefully-aimed arrow had wedged itself on his left side, near the upper-front of its body. With another moment, a pulse of blood poured out the wound. This hunter had hit a vital mark - the heart - and it would not recover naturally. That was a true shot to kill, though not a particularly pleasant way to go. The buck let out another croak of agony, lifting its head slightly as it tried to push it's way through the grass and ferns, but there was no progress to be made in its state." }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon sprinted past the trees and pushes, most of them magically moving from her way as she traversed the woods. She knew she wasn't imagining things. It was the forth time she heard the injured cry that sent her bolting towards the source. At some point she started yelling in a weird language, calling out to the injured one. Any other person wouldn't understand what she was saying but the animal would. The bush in front of her leaned out of the way and she saw the buck laying on the ground with an arrow in it's chest. She spoke to the deer, telling him that she was a friend and she would help. She went behind the deer, not dare kneeling but it's hooves for the fear of being kicked.*\n\n*She placed her left hand near the puncture as her hand began to light up. It was amazing that this deer was still alive after being shot through the heart. Heart wounds were difficult to heal one wrong move and it was over. Soon a hum came from Manon's mouth as she tried to sooth the panicking mammal down, her right hand hovering over the arrow shaft. The best way to heal something like this was to burst heal the wound shut. Her hand finally grasped the arrow shaft as she pulled slightly, her goal was to heal as fast as she moved. If the arrow came loose, she would heal the bleeding gap in the vital organ. After a couple of minutes of pulling and healing the arrow came out of it's heart and now rested only in it's chest.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I don't think I can agree with you, Ma'am. If the situation was reversed I think your opinion would change. What if people were hunted in such a way, checking to see how many offspring one has and the use they have in society? What if something looked at you, decided you were not helpful to the world to justify your existence and murdered just so something could feed upon you?\" \n\n*Her gaze followed the arrow, watching it move as the elf moved her hands while she spoke. At least it currently wasn't in the bow itself, if things turned hostile Manon would have time to do something. The vampire forgot about the blood on her hands as she brought her finger to her lip as she thought. Occasionally her index finger tapped across her bottom lip and some of the deer's blood transferred onto her skin almost like lipstick.* \n\n\"I spend plenty of time on how brutal the world can be, I also believe that not everything has to resort to violence all the time. If you would like, I can find you some plants to eat as a sort of compensation for my meddling.\" \n\n*With her finger still on her lip she looked from left to right. To the elf it might've looked like she was searching for something, but Manon knew there were multiple sources of food and was contemplating which one to pull from. On the right were berries that could be eaten just as they were, no cooking required but it probably wouldn't be too filling. On the left there were some wild carrots that would require cleaning and cooking but at least it would be filling.* \n\n\"I think the animals of the forest could do just one more day without being hunted by an additional threat. Let us feed on the local plant life.\"" }, { "author": "Elisven Chalotte", "message": "*The ranger seems to chuckle slightly as her opposite continues to speak, looking away as she grins behind her mask. When she looks back, she takes a particularly interested gaze in that bloodied finger. The elf is beginning to think that they are talking more from experience and that one action is enough to ring the bells. To be covered in blood for many is not exactly abhorrent, but the casual willingness to let it touch her mouth - it suggested to her that this woman may be more than she suspected. It's starting to come together.\n\nShe answers with some amusement to the woman's conversation, slightly sneering.* \"Oh, no I don't think my opinion would. We have our own place in the world and we fall victim to the wills of the wild all the time, but I don't think they'd have much chance hunting a hunter.\" *Elisven shakes her head, voice becoming more determined as she raises her bow to point it towards the woman.* \"See, you don't care when a wolf rends flesh from a living creature, killing to survive as is its duty, but I take more care than the natural hunters here and I am still a villain? It's merely a misunderstanding of the world at large. These beasts live their lives with the understanding that they will be hunted, if not by me then by another. Your people are not used to that idea, either that these animals expect to die or that they themselves are animals with the same expectations.\"\n\n*The woman hisses some air through her teeth as she lowers her bow from its point and moves her arrow back to its string. She lets it's shaft rest against it, keeping it unnotched. She speaks somberly as she asks her next questions, her gaze piercing as she watches the woman carefully.* \"But something tells me you speak with more of an underlying intent. Forgive the intrusion, but I suppose you are a hunter of hunters yourself?\" *She pauses before continuing.* \"You would not be the first I've met, for discussing ethics with the damned is becoming somewhat regular.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I think you have options available to you, Miss. There are other materials that one can survive off of in place of violence. Wolves are acting on '*Mostly*' instincts, thoug-.\" *Manon shook her head instead of continuing, she would just sound crazy if she told the huntress what wolves really talked about.* \"It doesn't really matter what happened, if an animal is injured and no predators are nearby. If I can make it in time, I will heal those animals as well.\" *Unless she was hungry, her morals would blur at that point and the temptations to end their suffering on her own survival needs would kick in. She knew how hypocritical she sounded, though she too did it on instincts and survival.* \n\n\"Hunter of hunters? If you're referring to people, then no.\" *Her hand moved from her lips, instead she indicated to the forest that surrounded them both.* \"I too have choices, as 'Damned' as I might be. I put myself in situations where other people are last to be harmed. I'll even save animals as you've so kindly pointed out.\" *Manon had a slight taste of the blood on her lips while she spoke, enough for her to lick at the blood spot on her lips. After obtaining a mouthful of the Buck's blood she looked down at her hands and sighed.* \"Oh right... Until I find a way to wash my hands, I can show you which plants are good to eat around the area. I'm not hungry so I won't be a threat.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Trust me, I know. I can handle myself fine enough though! If it truly is dangerous, why don't you hop on so we can get out of here? I see you like the donkey, you can pet him if you want, I'm sure he won't mind.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I can't leave this place...\"*She'd murmur, pausing in what she was doing for a brief moment. With him bringing up the donkey, Juna's fur would stand a bit on end.*\"No I... I don't like the... Horse-like ones...\"*She'd say unsure of the donkey. Horses were already unnerving enough for her with the much shorter one being added to the lot. Soon enough she would turn her head away to go back to ripping the stick tent apart.*\"Donkeys... Too...\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Huh.\"\nHe hops off the cart \n\"You hear that dingbat, she doesn't like you.\"\nHe chuckles\n\n\"If you can't leave, why exactly are you taking down your camp?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"It's never done any good for me.\"*She'd say, tearing away another stick before throwing it across the clearing.*\"I lost a friend in this place once... Fought so many for it... Did so much... For it...\"*Juna would pause, leaning her head against the remains of the stick tent.*\"But it wasn't worth it in the end...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "Uku would come back later, however far away this was from the city. He would see Juna again and wave, hopping off the cart.\n\"Hey, I didn't know what you would like sooo, I just got you this.\"\nHe unwraps a little basket that has a plate of meatloaf and mashed potatoes on it." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would be sitting in the center of the camp by the time he had returned, her camp completely decimated by this point to where she merely sat in the debris of its destruction, facing away from him. Her ears would turn at his announcement, the scent of food reaching her nose and taunting her neglected stomach.*\"You can... Leave it on the ground...\"*She'd say, suppressing back the violent nature of her hunger for the sake of not being in the mood to eat much.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "He would sit on the ground and place it down next to him.\n\"There you go.\"\nHe smiles at her and takes out a bottle of ale, uncorking the top with his mouth and spitting it out to take a sip.\n\"You want some?\"\nHe offers the bottle to her" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She would give a brief shake of her head, her ears eventually laying back down. For a while, she would sit with her back turned to him, not taking what he brought until the food in the air grew to be too much for her and would soon lead her to turning around and moving over to have some of the food he brought her. It started off as small bites at first, but as the savory taste of the meatloaf met her tongue she couldn't help herself from shoving larger bits of it in her mouth.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "He chuckles a bit at the sight\n\"I'll take that as you like it?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna wouldn't answer him at first, her mouth too full to formulate proper words until she would eventually swallow what was in her mouth and let out a loud exhale of air.*\"Yes...\"*She'd murmur in a tone that sounded more like defeat than gratitude. Her gaze would flit towards the potatoes, eyes hawklike before she'd begin eating them as well. It wasn't the most civilized way she's eaten, but in being out here so long she had stopped caring recently.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Does your dog need some food too? I think I have some jerky in my cart.\"\nHe looks over to the doggo that is not a doggo" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would look over to Jace, the Jackal laying down patiently next to her Airstrider as if waiting for his own treat.*\"Yes... Please...\"*She'd say to answer him.*\"I... Haven't been doing the best at hunting for food lately...\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "Uku would stand back up and look through his cart, eventually pulling out a little wrapped package. He unties it and takes some jerky out before wrapping it back up. He goes over to the jackal but pauses for a second.\n\"He doesn't bite, does he?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Not anymore...\"*She'd say quietly, continuing to eat her potatoes at a much slower rate with her hunger gradually vanishing. The Jackal would look up at him, ears raising in alertness at his approach. Juniper was different, seeing the slime approach with food soon his hand, she would try to reach over to grab it from him greedily.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "Uku would let the birb grab some.\n\"Oh, huh, yeah you can have some too I suppose, and what about you little guy, you wanna come get this???\"\nHe lowers his hand with the jerky in it closer to the jackal." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace would sniff at the jerky in his hand, carefully taking it in his mouth before dropping it on the ground in front of him and eating at it. Meanwhile, Juniper would find a nice place to herself while she'd scarf down on the bits of jerky. Juna found herself finishing her food sooner than wanted, however, in due time she began to feel more lax with a much fuller belly.*\"Thank... You...\"*She'd whisper.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Hey, no problem. I know what it's like to be in shit like this. Gods know I would have loved for someone to come along and offer me something.\"\nHe sits back down\n\"You wanna talk about this or are you gonna go back to being quiet?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would sit in silence, glancing around at the mess she had created before eventually lowering her head once more.*\"There isn't anything to talk about... I'm fine... We're... Fine...\"*She'd say, creating the false belief on her own behalf.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"I've been in the law business for a good amount of time, you know? It's pretty easy to tell you are lying.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I wish it wasn't one...\"*She'd say, standing up and picking through the pile of sticks before uncovering a book that had gotten buried in it alongside her bag. With a sigh she'd place the book within the bag before moving it to the edge of the camp.*\"I believe we'll be fine... That makes it true right...?\"*She'd say. Did she believe they'd be alright? Perhaps it was more wishful thinking or denial.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Maybe if you believe hard enough. Sometimes you put on an act for so long that it just becomes you... But that probably isn't healthy.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"There isn't much left I can do...\"*She'd say, returning back to her original spot amongst the debris.*\"There's nothing much left I will do...\"*She'd admit the last bit, more at a loss with this being a result of her actions. It only ever seem to go further downhill from just facing against the bad in the world to fighting against what little good there was.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"So what? You're just gonna sit here and starve with your pets?\"\nHis eyebrow raises a bit." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*To that Juna would not answer the question. Her tail would curl around herself more securely as she sat lost in thought by the reality of her situation.*\"We will be fine...\"*She'd repeat again, though evading the original questioning.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Then what's your plan? What's next?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I'll continue as I've had before...\"*She'd answer him.*\"Hunting and... Keeping watch of this place...\"*The Canifor would call over her two animals, the Jackal and Airstrider soon coming to join her as she'd give them each a light pat on their head.*\"And... Take care of them...\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"I thought you were leaving, isn't that why you took down the camp?\"\nUku tilted his head curiously" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She'd give a light shake of her head.*\"No... This place... Is...\"*The Canifor would pause for a while as if having to think it over for a bit.*\"Home to me...\"*Juna would eventually finish.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"What even has got you so down in the first place? Lose a friend? Boy troubles? Someone die?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I've ruined everything...\"*She'd say distantly. The Canifor would idly give her Jackal a pat on his head.*\"I've tried so hard to protect my companions and I... Only made things worse...\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Can you... Specify? A little?\"\nHe can't really help if they don't actually tell him what happened... But he waits to see what has hapened." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would squeeze her eyes shut, forcing back the onslaught of tears that threatened to come back.*\"I think you should go.\"*She'd say, biting her tongue in trying to keep her tone the same.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Oh come on. I went out and bought you food, fed your pets, the least you can do is just tell me what's going on.\"\nHe goes :\\" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would sit in silence as she'd pull her legs closer to her, hiding her face in her knees.*\"I don't want to talk about it...\"She'd say in a muffled tone.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "Uku knew a bit about interrogation so he knew it wasn't best to force something that wasn't working. Better to try other options and work back to it.\n\"Hey, you're jackal, where'd you get him?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She'd sniff, rubbing at her face as her ears were met by the random question.*\"...What...?\"*She'd ask back to him.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Where'd you get your jackal?\"\nHe repeated and smiled" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna wouldn't answer him for a while, her tail lashing to and fro from her own discomfort.*\"My parents...\"*She'd eventually say.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Where'd your parents get him?\"\nHe tilts his head" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I don't know...\"*She'd say back quietly.*\"They never told me...\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Do they also live around here?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She'd stay quiet at that question, resting her head atop her knees once more as she would face away from him while her jackal would come to lay down next to her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "He blows out some air\n\"I mean, okay, if you really want me to go and leave you alone, I can.\"\nHe shrugs\n\"I'm not gonna force you to sit here with me.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Please...\"*She'd say under her breath. Her tail would wrap protectively around her as the Canifor would burry her head in her arms.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "He'll stand up\n\"Alright then, suit yourself.\"\nHe gets onto his cart\n\"You know I come through these parts a lot, you still gonna be around here?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Silence. Juna's ears would angle themselves back at him in acknowledgment of hearing his words.*\"This is home...\"*She'd say.*\"I won't leave it...\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Well good, then I'll stop by some other time to make sure your doing well. Make sure you feed those two, and especially yourself.\"\nHe nods at her and waits to see if she has anything to say before setting off" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would open her mouth as if to give a sort of debated response about how she could care for all of them just fine, though instead she'd merely fall into silence once more before letting out a quiet:*\"Okay...\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "He would just set off then." } ]

[ { "author": "Orlaith Tyrathea", "message": "The life of an adventurer was far more lonely than Orlaith could have ever known. It was nothing like the bard's tales or fireside tavern stories had led her to believe. Instead, it was not knowing where one would sleep that night. It was wondering what would be over the next rise, fearing for bandits, praying for an open bed at an inn. It was following rumors of wicked mages and bountiful wealth, only to find a glowering lora in a trenchcoat trying to sell counterfeit jewelry. \n\nDisappointed and dour, the silnari led her horse out into the countryside once more. It was just what she needed to wash away the discontent of city life. Soon she was smiling again, enjoying watching the golden wheat fields sway in the breeze and glitter under the sun. They rode for an hour or so until Orlaith led her horse off the path to let her graze at the edge of a field while the elf snagged her lute and settled in among the bending grasses. \n\nThere, she began to strum and to sing where she reclined.\n\n*\"Far from the coast, in the country of men,\nThere lies an ocean with beauty beyond any ken,\n\nWhere sway the wheat stalks in the hot summer breezes,\nThe Golden Sea roams wherever she pleases...\"*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*From country to country, the Silnari often roamed, though no place seemed to draw him back more than the land of Salvania. A lot of time had surpassed since he had once come out to the fields neighboring the large cities around the capitol and even now, with summer providing its most searing heat, the Elf continued to travel about with his full plate.\n\nThe metal constantly clanked and shifted with each movement of the armored individual across the moor. As noisy as it was however, Terrel didn't seem to mind. He never really suspected of there being many others out here which was often what brought him to this place, away from the lands of the public. The grass would flatten underfoot while the Elf drank in the rather humid air. It was a lot more peaceful out here, though it didn't seem to last before the sound of singing would resonate in his ears. He'd shift his gaze off across the horizon, noticing a figure in the distance that the music seemed to be originating from, and, after a moment's pause, he'd gradually draw close to it. \n\nIt would be a stretch to say that he was being stealthy in any way with how impossible that was in his gear, though he wouldn't say anything at first as he'd slowly make his way over, his pig mask covering most parts of his face in his concealment as it would come off as a more blank stare towards the woman that played. Part of him didn't want to interrupt, allowing her to continue singing whether she was aware of his presence or not.*" }, { "author": "Orlaith Tyrathea", "message": "*\"Oooo'er the hills and across the streams,\nThe Lady of the Plains drags her blanket of dreams.\"*\n\nThe singing paused as the sound of footsteps and clanking metal met Orlaith's elongated ears, though she continued to strum and pluck at her lute. She had been reclining such that the wheat stretched up around her and all she could see was vegetation and the stunning blue sky above. Now she sat up abruptly, her dusky face and pale hair standing out against the warm amber background. Her eyes flitted to the pink-haired, pig-masked fricharii who also stood out among the fields. She was clearly somewhat taken aback by empty pig-eyes staring at her, but she recognized the respect in his approach. \n\nAccordingly, she did as any good bard would: she played. Louder and with confidence.\n\n*\"In her wake the golden sea loses its shine,\nCast in moonlight, the sea gleams silver sublime.\n\nAnd ooo'er the steppes and across the field,\nThe Lord of the Mount will ne'er yield,\n\nTo pursue the Lady, wherever she may dart,\nFor long ago she had stolen his heart.\"* \n\nThe song ended somewhat abruptly, and the tholian cast an apologetic look to her impromptu audience. \n\n\"That's... Ahh. All I have so far. It's a work in progress. I have others though, if you're interested!\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Seeing her in better view, Terrel's eyebrows would furrow in thought. Had he not known any better, he would have assumed her to be the same Tholian he had once met out a library some time ago before never seeing her again despite plans of meeting up later. Perhaps it was wrong of him to think of Tholians all looking similar, however, Terrel hadn't really encountered many Dark Elves during his travels. At least she didn't seem off-put by his approach, the Fricharii making brief eye contact with her before she'd continue her strumming to no care.\n\nIn time the Elf would idly find a place to sit amongst the grass while she continued, gazing back towards her much like a wild animal drawn to a melody. Or at least that's how it appeared with him not having said anything prior. He sat there in silence, quietly studying her as she'd eventually come to finish her song.\n\nAt first it didn't seem like he'd respond to her with her sudden statement, much like a mute version of the animal he bore the face of. Eventually, though, he'd tilt his head back to look over to her.*\"You make up those songs on your own?\"*He'd ask her. His voice was surprisingly low and gruff, though considering how most Fricharii were, this wasn't such an odd trait amongst them.*" }, { "author": "Orlaith Tyrathea", "message": "\"As opposed to with others?\" She blurted out with amusement before realizing her misstep. She bowed her head in modest apology and then nodded. \"Of course. I ... Don't really have much in the way of adventures to turn into ballads of yet, so I'm left with mythology and you know—\" She lifted her strumming hand from the lute to gesture vaguely around them. \"—the world, I suppose.\" \n\nHer pale brows furrowed slightly as she examined the Fricharii, tilting her head to the side in some unspoken confusion about his mask. \"These fields were too lovely for me to bypass, however. And you? From whence do you come and where do you travel?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A light smirk would appear across what could be seen of the Silnari's masked face from the woman's little quip to his words.*\"Well if there's a third option, your guess is as good as mine.\"*He'd say in response, a sense of humor showing within his monotone voice. Terrel would lean back a bit, using his hand to prop up against the ground while he'd listen to her question.*\n\n\"Well I can go back to the very beginning of a young Silnari lad who decided one day that they are going to travel the world.\"*He'd begin, taking the literal sense of her asking where he came from.*\"But if you're just curious about location. I'm from the steppes. Been traveling around Ramul Ta for a couple years now. Managed to see most countries in that time, but still quite a few left to go. I just find Salvania to be a nice common area, though these fields are a lot less crowded at this time of day, you can say.\"" }, { "author": "Orlaith Tyrathea", "message": "The stranger's sense of humor seemed to put Orlaith at ease near immediately. Of course, sitting alone in a field with a man in full plate had made her understandably concerned, but his respectful approach helped her relax and now a wry retort had her smiling. \n\nShe listened politely to the other's oddly monotone voice, appearing all the more intrigued by the word he uttered. \"I knew a man from the steppes once.\" She murmured a bit too quickly, demeanor shifting from fascination to a wistful longing. \"We danced on a mesa under the moonlight. I serenaded him, he romanced me with poetry and then...\" She shook her head abruptly as if waking herself from a daydream turned to nightmare. \"It didn't work out.\" \n\nOrlaith sighed, idly reaching out to pluck a stalk of wheat which she then tucked behind one ear. \"I'm hoping to do something of the same, to travel to all those countries and to write and sing about what I find there. Nice to know from someone who's been all around that you still cherish the beauty of nature here in Salvania. What was your favorite country? Or...\" She hummed for a moment before rephrasing to the *Actual* Question she wanted to ask. \"Where were you happiest?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well that was quick.\"*He'd say in a lower tone as she came to explain how it didn't work out. Part of him didn't want to come off as insensitive, the other part figuring love sometimes came and went just as often as his traveling companions. And that was often. He could have made a joke about how she reminded him of a Tholian he once met though the words never left his mouth as she continued speaking on about wanting to travel and sing about it.\n\nShe really was a struggling artist wasn't she? He figured to himself. Perhaps the Silnari didn't truly understand it with his own goals in mind. Eventually, he'd give a quick shake of his head, listening to her questions.*\"Well I can say you probably wouldn't want to travel to my favorite country right now...\"*He'd say to her in reference to said countries now being under siege with the wars going on. It never stopped him from revisiting, but he would suspect any traveler unaware of it to accidentally get caught in the crossfire.\n\nBeing asked where he was the happiest, however, lead him having to think for a while. He was relatively happy on his lonesome. Or perhaps, the happy moments were spent with what companions he could scavenge from his travels. Those who had not yet completely went under the radar. They traveled a lot, however, for any one place to just make him happy was a pretty hard question to answer.* \"I don't think a bunch of land really decides when I'm happy or not.\"*He'd eventually say, cutting around the more cliche statement of it being all about the friends one made.*\"You just have to meet the right people. Which I can say, is much harder than it sounds when you're traveling.\"" }, { "author": "Orlaith Tyrathea", "message": "\"Quick in words, but not in reality.\" She replied with a bittersweet curl to her lips. \"But it is in the past and should be cherished for the good times, not remembered for the pain.\" To speak so openly about something so personal might seem a rare trait, but to Orlaith it helped with her art. After all, what was art for if not to capture or incense the spirit and emotions? \n\nShe nodded to the pig-mask frucharii at his reference to the ongoing wars, brows creasing at such a prospect. She then watched him as he thought on her query, reflecting on where she might have been the happiest in turn. At last, he gave her an answer far superior to any country's name or landscape description. \n\n\"Ahh... People. People. It *Is* About the people, isn't it? And borders and cultures can only account for so much. I think places do make me happy sometimes, like here in the wheat field on a summer day. But it was made all the better for your arrival, elsewise it would've just been me serenading my horse, wouldn't it, Treacle?\" \n\nThe horse was presently munching some of the green grass at the nearby field's edge. He gave a chuff to hearing his name but didn't even bother looking up or to stop chewing. \n\nOrlaith admired her equine companion for a moment before returning her burgundy gaze to Terrel. \"Can I ask about your mask? And if so, would you share you tale on it? But if not, I would understand.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'd say people make up a good chunk of what makes someone happy despite there being only a number of good ones out there.\"*He'd reply. Enjoyable scenery or not, anyone had the ability to be struck with impending loneliness upon being absent of interaction. Even the Fricharii felt it at some points with nothing more than his animals to socialize with. People made traveling more interesting than he'd care to admit, but there was no fully denying the truth of it.*\"But if you want a place to start... The land near Salvania and Mentia's border was where my travels began. Only continues to sprout from there so long as you don't get cut down in the process.\"*It was probably metaphoric, whatever he meant by that. Terrel wouldn't doubt some travelers deciding to not continue on with their adventures like others. It was only a matter of determination. That and survival anyways. \n\nHe'd look over towards the horse, the Elf finding himself often distracted by other things while being in conversation. He had a steed of his own, long returned to his estate for the animal's owns safety from Terrel's travels. He was always the favorite out of all the animals. There for him since day one. Terrel couldn't bring himself to let anything happen to his horse. \n\nOnly when Orlaith would ask him another question would the missing part of his focus return to her. She wanted to know about the mask. It was something people often asked about, though never a question he gave a big answer towards despite whatever underlying truth there may be about it.*\"I'm afraid there's not much to this mask other than its appearance.\"*He'd say back to her, giving off the lack of importance for the mask he always wore. \n\nTerrel found it quite funny for those that ever thought it was more unique than what it was. It was simply a mask and that was that. Or so he seemed to tell everyone. That alone was a bigger let down to whatever creative thoughts people have considered for it.*" }, { "author": "Orlaith Tyrathea", "message": "Orlaith certainly appreciated the man's suggestion of where to start. \"I haven't been down there since... Hmm. Some years ago, travelling with my mother I think. It would be a fine place to start anew in my journeys, though.\" She paused. \"I suspect we're at risk of getting cut down anywhere, no? Or is there more danger there than elsewhere?\" \n\nTo Terrel's explanation (or lack thereof) on his mask, Orlaith was visibly disappointed. She watched him and his mask for a time longer before slowly lifting her lute once again. She strummed a couple of times, humming, plucking, humming again in a different key. Finally she found it: more of a poem than a song, though she strummed along with it anyway.\n\n*\"I once met a young elf on my route,\nWhose face was hidden behind a snout,\n'Tis nothing', said he,\nYet I disagreed,\nFor his pig mask earned him much clout!\"*\n\nShe flashed a bright, cheeky smile with the finality of her limerick then spoke further. \"If it truly is simply that you like pigs, so be it! It is an amusing thing, and I would not begrudge anyone some amusement in this world.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I suppose there's always a chance to get shot minding your own business. With it being so far along the border though, it should be safer from the blunt of the Mentian War.\"*He'd answer.*\"I don't suppose you know how to fight would you?\"*The question he asked was less of wanting to know whether or not she could fight, though rather if she was one to follow the stereotypical path of Silnari's preferring magic to aid them. Terrel didn't have the best history with magic and it only proved a constant reminder with every Elf he's met.\n\nHe couldn't help but grin at the poem she made up on the spot.*\"You're pretty creative, I'll give you that.\"*He'd say.*\"You'll see a lot of unique things while traveling. All the more reason to let yourself stand out. Or hide away. Some people have many enemies.\"*He'd scratch at the side of his face casually, just below where the mask could cover his face.*\"Either way. I haven't met a traveling musician before now, so I guess I can add that to the book of new things.\"" }, { "author": "Orlaith Tyrathea", "message": "\"Yes, I suppose there's always such a risk in times such as these, though I tend to agree with your sentiment. Like as not, I'd be fine as long as I stay out of the war proper.\" She nodded along, then gave him a side-eye after he asked about whether she knew how to fight. Nothing about that man had made her wary thus far, but being alone in a field and being asked if she could fight could possibly precede a bit of banditry. Even if she couldn't fight, she'd lie and say she could! Such as it was, however, the woman had a rather long and slender sword strung from a belt around her hips, currently pressed against the earth where she sat. She gripped her belt to tug it such that the man could see the estoc hilted there. \n\n\"I can fight.\" She affirmed with surprising seriousness. \"Though I prefer not to. One has to, to be able to travel alone like we do.\" Her eyes traced his form for any weapons of his own. \n\nAfter her poem, she bowed her head in gratitude to his praise. \"I'm hoping to add many new things to my own such book. I've never met a kindly man in a pig mask, but might I know your name? I am Orlaith. Regarding hiding or standing out, well... Bards who hide don't get paid, though they might live to sing another day, so perhaps there is time enough for each. I don't have any enemies that I know of, and I'll try to keep it that way.\" That last comment wasn't precisely true in the broadest of terms, given that her *House* Had enemies, though she didn't count them against herself directly." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The most noticeable weaponry he carried would be the hilt of his Greatsword that stuck out over his shoulder from where it connected with the long sheathe across his back alongside a crossbow at his hip. Though it couldn't be seen fully, it was obvious he had quite a number of weapons at his aid with most concealed by the red cloak he wore around himself.\n\nSo she was a sword fighter? Or at least a partial one, he'd figure. The Elf had seen cases of people skillfully balancing between both magic and use of weaponry in a way that made him see them as mediocre in both. He didn't seem phased by it however, calm expression never changing with what could be seen from the mask.*\n\n\"Name's Terrel.\"*He'd say in response before tilting his head back in thought of her explanation regarding bards.*\"Well the way I see it. Bards can stand out in a fight while also hiding behind others for protection and getting paid all the same. Probably a cowardly way, but when survival is of upmost important, people will do what is necessary. I just so happen to fight back typically.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Orlaith Tyrathea", "message": "\"You seem to be quite the fighter indeed, Terrel.\" She replied with an off-hand gesture to the crossbow at his hip and perhaps in reference to the other weaponry she saw as well. \"I can't imagine anyone would want me to do anything bardic in a fight. They'd rather me set down my lute and run somebody through, and I can't blame them. That's what I'd do if I had to. Around the campfire afterwards, though, that's when people like a good bard.\" \n\nShe slung the lute around on its strap to rest on her back and she slowly pushed herself up from the loamy earth. Orlaith dusted her hands together then down her trousers to brush off some of the dirt. \"Who do you typically fight? Ah- are you one of those people with many enemies, like you mentioned?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well if I do, I haven't heard of them.\"*He'd say, chuckling towards her question about whether or not he had any enemies.*\"I'm a Mercenary, so some tasks requires me to fight whoever it is I'm hired to fight. I suppose those that died in the process probably have other people wanting revenge, but if that's the case, I have yet to pay for the consequences.\"*While Terrel was neutral to those he ended up being paid to go after, there were times when others saw the need to tell him off for it.\n\nThe ironic part was it was his allies more often than the people he was fighting. He supposed most had more morals in the face of having to fight others though, leaving him to prefer taking jobs on his own when he had the choice. A grin would form on his face as a thought came to mind from her mentioning those preferring her not to do anything bardic in a fight.*\"Well if your side is doing just fine in combat, it makes it all the more amusing.\"" }, { "author": "Orlaith Tyrathea", "message": "\"A mercenary, hm.\" Orlaith repeated, thoughtful on the matter for a few moments. \"I haven't been hired as such, nor do I think I'd have the stomach for such a thing. If people were in danger, I might muster some courage. Though, it would seem to me that at times, you the pig-masked mercenary are the danger.\" Her words weren't offered in a scolding tone but rather with due respect for threat that he posed. \n\nHis grin and subsequent words made her start to smile in turn, however. \"Oh, you mean like a jaunty battle song?\" She asked, laughing. \"Mocking the enemy and cheering on your companions? Hah, I haven't had the opportunity yet, since I've mostly been travelling on my own, but given the right circumstance I think I could manage such a tune!\"\n\nThis time, she employed not her lute, but clapped her hands in time to keep rhythm as she sang.\n\n*\"Uglier than a ghoul, fighting like a fool, you shall not prevail in this baaaaattle! With arms like limp noodles, any effort of yours is futile, while we rout you like any other caaaaattle!\"*\n\n\"Hah! Yes! Yes, I think I could manage that just fine.\" Orlaith announced, highly amused and grinning widely. \"Perhaps you'll let me know if you're looking for a bit of bardic support in your next fight, hm?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Funny isn't it?\"*He'd say, his hidden face housing as much amusement as the bard's. It was a ridiculous idea in hindsight. Though why not taunt the enemy if they were going to fail so miserably? That alone required much confidence in the fighter to have to dance on one's grave while digging it for them. He'd stifle a laugh.*\n\n\"You just need to know what you're getting yourself into, lest the tides turn and next thing you know, you're on the losing side of the battle. Similar thing happened to me once against a bunch of mages. Taunted the hell of my companion and I until they ended up forced to flee from us. It was a nice game of cat and mouse while it lasted though.\"*Though that fight was probably the hardest he's ever done, he still found it funny how the tides had turned. Of course he couldn't chase them forever, but he figured he got his point across enough.\n\nHearing her mention him notifying her of any need for a bard, the Silnari would give a causal shrug.*\"I suppose there's a spot open for anyone who can handle some bloodshed for one fight. Perhaps I can call in a favor.\"*He'd tease.*" }, { "author": "Orlaith Tyrathea", "message": "\"Right. Well. I'll be the first to admit I have lots of training and very little battle experience.\" Orlaith said with a shrug of one shoulder. \"But I'm quick enough to switch from lute to blade, if I had to. Those mages sound like they must've regretted goading you on quite so hard though. Hah.\" \n\nShe hadn't expected him to take her up on her offer so readily, and it showed on her face with surprise and a little hesitation. Was she really looking to throw her lot in with a mercenary? Did she want to put herself in harms way? Certainly, she could use the silver so that she wouldn't have to contact her family for support. And she couldn't overlook the opportunity to grow her experiences, broaden her horizons and thus potentially spark her muse into ever greater artistry. She rubbed her chin with one hand where she stood, casually leaning a palm on the pommel of her sword. \n\n\"Yeah, alright. I can't guarantee I'll come along on just any contract, but I might be able to help with the right one. Not that you need it, I'm sure, but for the company and the songs you might enjoy my presence.\" She nodded in affirmation and even gave an extravagant bow for his offer." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'll try to refrain bringing you on a job that is too gruesome.\"*He'd say, knowing very well he shouldn't be making any promises in not knowing how things were bound to end. If she couldn't stand fighting in the first place that already diminished over half of what he did. By now, he tried not to have high expectations. Between nearly losing a weapon to one companion and nearly getting blasted with fire by another, he's come to realize that some people were more likely to fight their own allies than the enemies to maintain whatever belief they have. It made little sense to him when the result was the same, but there was no talking sense into some people.\n\nHe'd come to stand up, figuring he'd have to depart soon enough in continuing his travels, but he could at least try to remember the bardic woman's offer if he ever came across her again while he was still around.\n\nHe'd hold out a gloved hand to her. There was some irony in him being more willing to make deals with others in comparison so how he was before. Perhaps now he knew that anyone who did decide to go through with it were strapped in.*\"Deal?\"*He'd ask her.*" }, { "author": "Orlaith Tyrathea", "message": "Orlaith peered down at the man's hand for a few moments as she continued to question what she was getting herself into, but she simply couldn't refuse such an offer given both his calm demeanor and the prospective opportunities this might open up for her! Her hand clapped lightly against his and she gave a singular, firm shake. \n\n\"Deal.\" She confirmed with a head nod and a determined look. \n\n\"I'll be travelling, but I'll be in Salvainia for a time. And, well, now I've got some new motivation for a few battle songs, no? Mighty Terrel of— are you *From* Salvainia? You mentioned where your journey started in the Salvainian-Mentia area, but I'd like to be accurate.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Upon shaking her hand, he would eventually move his own away. It retreated back into the safety cover of his cloak. With her confirming that she'd be sticking around Salvania for the time being, he'd give a nod of understanding. For a moment he would turn away, looking as if he were about to set off, only for her to ask him where he was from.\n\nHe considered whether or not to give her an actual answer for a moment, though seeing where this potential title was going, he decided it would be a lot more fun to leave her guessing.*\"My beginnings of adventure correlate little to my place of origin.\"*He'd say, making his voice unnecessarily deeper than it already was as he'd look back to her.*\"I am from a land foreign to this one. Perhaps in time you will come to learn the truth or perish trying.\"*A smirk would appear on his face, so obvious of him joking with her. She knew he was from the Steppes at least and that was all he would disclose for her creative mind to fill in the rest for.*" }, { "author": "Orlaith Tyrathea", "message": "Orlaith's burgundy eyes narrowed upon the pig-masked man as he evaded her answer, though she didn't seem in ill-spirits for his cryptic speech. Rather, she rubbed a finger and a thumb over her chin as she considered both his reply and the man himself. He wasn't one of those straight-forward folk. All the better to write songs about, she thought. \n\n\"Alright then.\" She said with some finality and started to make her own departure. \"Be well, Terrel!\" \n\nOf course, she immediately swung her lute from her back and back into her hands as she began to compose her next ballad as she walked away.\n\n*\"Whence he came is a mystery, of that ye can't deny,\nYet his name'll go down in history, or perhaps he'll die...\nHe's the pig-faced marauder, face him at your peril,\nAnd he'll cut you into fodder, the mighty Terrel!\"*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd offer a wave to her as she'd walk away, listening to her little song gradually fade in the distance. The smirk would fade, replaced with a more normal smile as he'd head off. Whether or not they'd actually meet again, there was a part of Terrel that doubted it. But it was nice to imagine some bard lady going around singing about a man with a pig mask. What a ridiculous thing to sing about.\n\nHe'd begin walking off, heading towards his next destination. This wouldn't be the first time he's offered a chance at a Mercenary job to someone. Though the last time, they had never showed. He suppose he could give her a chance even with all odds being against it ending well. Who knew really? It was just another day of adventuring.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "*The young Avian wasn't far from Melody, and had noticed her in passing. His mind was too occupied with his current activity, however: hopping through the trees as fast as he could. Ever since he was a young lad, he loved climbing. It was the closest to the sky he could get without flight, so he pursued it constantly, though his free time had become more and more scarce. Mercenary work, whether it was hunting beasts that picked at carcasses on old battlefields, or guarding supply lines for either side, Kynia had his hands full with work more often than not.\n\nHe soon landed nearby, pushing his stoic thoughts aside and turning to face Melody - whether she noticed him now or later was yet to be seen.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would continue to trot along, the only sign of her being aware of Kynia's close presence being the slight turn of her ears. At first, she had figured it to be nothing more than any other animal out in the wilderness, though as the Uto would suddenly land nearby, she had found herself drawing to a stop.*\"Oh, hello there-.\"*She'd say, a bit perplexed by the person. Melody hadn't really seen many Uto's before, not even around the Capitol.*\"Who might you be?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "*He gave a small chirp in response, instinctively falling back on his native tongue as he examined the centaur more closely. His wings unfurled slowly, a small breeze flickering through his feathers.*\n\"Hullo. I'm Kynia. Who are you? You seem like a rare sort.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Melody Vander.\"*She'd say in return, holding out a hand for him to shake, however exactly he was supposed to do that. A light smile would cross her face as Kynia saying she seemed rare ironically enough.*\"Same can be said for you. Don't think I've ever seen an Uto around here before. You from around here?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "*Her question prompted another chirp, far more inquisitive as his head snapped left to right, taking in his surroundings with a hard expression.*\n\"...Where are we, again? I'm from Matta, and I dont think that's here - the forests there are sparser.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Matta?\"*She'd question, thinking it over. Melody had only the faintest idea of where that was from the brief look over on the map of Ramul Ta. It was definitely further south and quite the ways away from here.*\"You must have come pretty far to get here then.\"*She'd say, gradually lowering her hand upon him not shaking it.*\"This is Salvania. I'm guessing you must be a traveler of sorts?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"You should still try to find them... Macen aren't very nice to beastfolk, from what I've seen. Maybe in Salvainia, but elsewhere isn't as nice.\"\n*His distress softened to worry, sensing her fatigue from the situation. Kynia hadn't experienced much in the way of war, but from what he'd seen of far-away and ancient battles, it wasn't anything he'd want to get involved in. His feathers bristled, the notion of his previous battles on such a large scale disturbing him deeply.*\n\"Why are you here, then? Especially during war, I thought you'd want to be home.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well I originally came here to carry on my work and hopefully reach the rank of captain in being stationed at the Capitol, but I've only recently heard that the war around Mentia has been getting worse. I'm actually heading home now to check on my family and hopefully find a safer place to take them before it's too late...\"*She'd answer.*" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Captain of the guard? Sounds like a lot of work. Family is important, though.\"\n*He would chirrup back, the comment about family sounding far more hollow in its sincerity.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"It is but, I've been hoping to become one for a while now and I won't let this war stop that.\"*She'd say, adding some confidence to her words.*\"Once I help my family out, things will hopefully go back to how they were before however long this war continues. It'll probably be best to avoid Mentia for now until then.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"I wonder who will win... Do you know much about the three kings? I assume it's kings, anyway...\"\n*He pressed gently, satisfied with her reply, even if he was a touch worried. Even as a stranger, seeing someone brave a battlefield to find their family sent shivers down his spine.*\n\"Where will you take them? Are there other centaur tribes you can move them to?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"I just hope whatever becomes of this war, it'll be a better place than how it is now.\"*She'd shake her head lightly.*\"I didn't know much of how the conflicts arose, simply grew up with them. I can't say I'm aware of the other Centaur tribes either, it's mostly just been us. I've been hoping to bring them to Salvainia at least. It's the only other country I've gotten to visit outside of Mentia and... It seems relatively safe for now. If it gets worse... I'll probably take them out further East.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*This was probably around the 3rd time he had gotten himself stranded somewhere he wasn't supposed to be at, he couldn't even remember how he got to this location.\n\nAll he remembered was taking a stroll around in the desert before things went black and he woke up here, his first thought was that he got teleported by some spellcaster to disorient him... Yeah it didn't work out in his head like he wanted to but for now he'll just worry about where he got teleported quickly exploring the area severely confused.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*As he was walking through the area he'd spot some smoke. Following it he'd find a single tent, a campfire and a deer being roasted on a spit. He could hear the sound of footsteps somewhere in the woods out of sight.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*His eyes glow with curiosity and fear both from the campsite he found and the footsteps, so without thinking much he climbed up to the nearest tree and just stayed on one of the branches observing quietly hidden by the leaves, waiting for the footsteps to go away.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Rather than go away, the source of the footsteps came into view. A maasive female brayer walked over to the small campsight with firewood in her hands. She sat down on a log and fed the fire as she turned the spit to continue cooking.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He observed the very massive brayer with interest, he hasn't seen alot of them so he's pretty curious on what they are.*\n\n*His eyes are drilled to her curiosity running rampant with his instincts holding him back slightly before he does something like jumped down and ask tons of questions though it was tempting he knew better than to just reveal himself to someone he doesn't know... Yeah he's a hypocrite but hey at least the Pigman hasn't struck a sword through his chest just yet-*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She must've been over 7ft tall, with large antlers and a more bovine face. She sliced off a piece of deer from the spit with a considerably large knife. She chowed down on it, oblivious to his presence. She itched the base of her horns.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He decide to bite the bullet and went down the tree, he'll run if she's dangerous but for now he'll just play around.*\n\n\"Hello miss stranger! I am in need of help i seem to be lost!\" *He says tapping the brayer's back and puts up his best \"I am a mere innocent child do not attack me\" Voice eyes sparkling with false innocence.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She slowly turns and looks over her shoulder, knife in hand with a slab of meat on the end. She huffs out loudly as she sees him.* \"You're in a forest.\" *She let out a grunt before turning more sideways to look at him properly.* \"Mmh. How'd you get here?\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"..Been asking that myself for the past few hours\" *He admitted kicking a rock abit.* \"Do you know a way i could go back to the desert? If not could i have some that meat you're roasting? Kinda been hungry after wondering for a while\" *He chuckles nervously.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She blinks, a little unsure of his motives. She shifted to one end of the log to make room for him.* \"Never been to a desert. Fine, mmh. Have some food. I'm not finishing this on my own anyway.\" *At least she wasn't too mean.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He smiles and takes the spot on the log and takes a small portion of the food provided* \"Why thank you Madam\" *He says before biting into the food happily munching.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She looks at him a little suspicously, but is pretty confident he's not a threat to her. She continues to chomp on her food, talking while eating without a care.* \"So why a desert?\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I *Was* There for a adventure but then i somehow ended up here for some... Reason\" *He huffs* \"And yes i do sound crazy believe me i wouldn't even trust myself if i said that but it's true.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"...Mmh. We're far from any desert i know of.\" *She shook her head a little, just assuming he was either lying or crazy.* \"You have a name?\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"You first miss, I'm not giving up my name till you say yours\" *He had finished his meal by then and is tapping his feet in a rhythm as he stares at the other.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She itched her horns again and let out a quiet grunt.* \"Sivne, from the federation. Go on then, say your name.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I'm Xylon from... The desert i guess, what's the federation??\" *He asks curiously tapping his feet again and again.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She raised a brow as she kept chowing down on the deer. She definately had a big appetite.* \"Anushken. You know, our federation, in the west.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Uh no i don't know about that, i mean i did kinda lived a few years in isolation so i don't hear that kinda thing often\" *He takes another bit of the meat and chews on them excitedly.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmpf. Where are you from then?\" *She asked, a tad suspicious. She wasn't sure what to make of him. She continued chomping down on the meat as she kept eating.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh. Forest folk. Never been. Can't say I'd want to.\" *She remarked as she continued to eat, washing it down with some beer in her flask.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Eh i don't mind, it makes great place to be isolated you know?\" *He says elbowing her lightly eating more* \"Why are you here anyway? I already told you my reasoning\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She let out a bit of a grunt as she ate a bit that hadn't cooked properly, spitting it out to the side.* \"Mmh. Heading between places, looking for work.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Is it the killing kind?? I'm not judging just curious\" *He wonders, he doesn't have any opinions on jobs even if they're not of moral standards because money is money after all even if it's a little bloody.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"East ey? Maybe you could accompany me there?\" *He could've gone alone but something in his gut told him to bring her along just until he could hitch a ride on a boat.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She blinked.* \"Mmh. No, i'm headed west into Mentia. I've got places to be.\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Well if ya say so i guess I'll just leave all on my own alone and defenseless\" *He says dramatically though he did predict as one outcome he could get from his question though he thought he'd try to coax the other to accompany him at least.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"You'll be fine.\" *She said as she pulled her waterskin out and took a swig.* \"Closest village is about a mile or so that way.\" *She pointed into the woods.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Oh\" *He guesses he could work with that, though it won't be fun without someone else around but he did spend alot of times alone so this shouldn't really be something he should be bothered about* \"Well I'll just ask them for directions to the nearest dock and boat then, well farewell miss it was nice having your company but now i must go!\" *He bows dramatically before scampering off into the direction the other had pointed towards, at least he got a nice souvenir out of that chat... How long would it take for her to notice some of her possession was gone tho? He doesn't dwell on that much the goal now is to run and hide when theres danger.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*There wasn't exactly much to steal, maybe a bar of soap or a whistle at most. She didn't really notice or care. She just gave a hum. As he started walking off.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Upper Mentia. The Imperial Vanguard surrendered 5 hours ago. Camp is currently being inspected for gear and loot.*\n\n*Livio held no interest in the weapons. He already had his own arquebus and gear, and swords and armor didn't fit his style. But that wasn't the reason he was having a drink in a stony meadow.*\n\n*The Upper Mentian Imperial Vanguard, warriors of his own homeland. Fortunately, it seemed that only one had died. The rest captured. But before that, there was the capture of the castle ruin. He hadn't realized it at the time; drunk and late to the fighting, he had simply began firing and loading without much thought, and even pulled off a trickshot with buckshot of all things. It was only when he took a closer look at the uniforms of the enemy that he realized that it was one he used to wear.*\n\n*The mercenary simply sat on a rock, sipping from a flask he had taken from the supplies.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sonja spent some time overseeing the transfer, before leaving it in the more eager hands of the beastkin revolutionaries. She was surprised how many prisoners they had gathered from that battle. The Ursinoid had expected elite troops like the Imperial Vanguard to fight to the death. But every culture was different, she supposed.*\n\n*It didn't take long for her to notice Livio off by himself, drinking. Again. She approached, taking a seat down on another nearby rock. Sonja remained silent for a long moment, before speaking up in her usual serious tone.*\n\n\"I've noticed Macens typically day drink to forget their troubles,\" *The Ursinoid stated pointedly. It wasn't just today, but before both their prior missions too. This seemed to be a pattern.* \"How are you fairing?\"\n\n*To inquire how her comrades were doing, this could be characterized as atypical for the ever stoic Ursinoid. But she knew it wasn't always easy to go around slaying one's own people. Turning your back on them was one thing, raising arms against them was something else entirely.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Huh?\"\n\n*Livio quickly turned to see Sonja sitting on a nearby rock. He didn't even smell her, muchless hear. Was he really that out of it?*\n\n\"Oh, hey Sonja. Just me, I suppose. Most macen aren't such an alcoholic like I am.\"\n\n*Another swig of alcohol was followed by a sigh. He shook the flask to see how much liquid was inside; around halfway.*\n\n\"I'm... Fine. Just a little uncomfortable with the current situation. Can't have everyone knowing that I used to fight for Upper Mentia, am I right?\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Though not having intended to startle her companion, it seemed to have happened anyways.*\n\n\"Hmm. Do you usually show up to battle intoxicated?\" *The Ursinoid wondered, raising an eyebrow. They'd only fought a few battles together so far. And for more than one of them, Livio had shown up drunk. Perhaps it was just a symptom of his alcoholism? She couldn't say with any certainty.*\n\n*As Livio admitted his discomfort, she nodded slowly in acknowledgement and turned her gaze towards the beastkin who were still gathering up the siezed weaponry for transport.*\n\n\"You formerly collaborated with their current enemy.\" *Sonja succinctly summarized, motioning to the group of rebels.* \"But so did most of the others here, the emancipated slaves. It's impossible not to with their boot on one's throat. If they have any hope of success, they'd appreciate your expertise rather than chastise you over the past.\"\n\n*Admittedly, this wasn't a perfect comparison. Soldiers typically had more autonomy than slaves. If only barely.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"In the army, no. And I typically don't do battles much. It's more of a one shot stop type of thing, if you get what I mean. A surprising amount of high value people aren't very tough.\"\n\n*Livio wasn't sure why he was showing up to battle drunk more and more, twice in a row in fact. He raised the flask as if to take another sip, but decided against it and set it back down.*\n\n\"They were my brothers. We lived, ate, and trained together. I was drafted, yes. But still.\"\n\n*Livio looked to the group of rebels.* \"I was a bit of a rough one to handle, but everything I did was voluntary. Plus, I don't swear loyalty to anyone anymore. Appreciation comes in the form of gold, and it comes from the highest bidder.\"\n\n*Livio looked to the Beastkin transporting gear. He raised one hand, fully extended, covering one eye, but keeping the Beastkin in sight for him.*\n\n\"Tell me, what would you feel if I fought on the side of Upper Mentia? As a mercenary, of course. They wouldn't accept me back as a deserter. And just for the record, I'm not going to. I'm going to get paid for this job.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sonja raised an eyebrow. This was a surprise. Livio almost seemed too tough and rugged to be concerned about things like romance. But Sonja supposed few people were who they seemed at face value. She nodded slowly, pondering over his words. Certainly an example of promises yet unfulfilled.*\n\n\"It sounds like you might have something to return to, a chance to yet fulfill your promise. Even if belated.\" *Sonja asserted. Villages couldn't be unburned. People couldn't be unkilled. But it was easy enough to check whether someone was still waiting for you. Had Sonja been in his shoes, knowing what she did now, she would have ventured back soon as possible.*\n\n\"You should go. Not knowing will haunt you for longer than you'd expect.\" *The Ursinoid assured grimly.* \"If she's waiting for you, move to Middle Mentia. Or somewhere you won't be recognized. If not, you can move on less burdened.\" *Sonja paused for a moment.* \"...How far away is it from here?\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio turned to Sonja's surprised look, and his face looked like he was not taking anything anymore.*\n\n\"Don't look at me like that. I know I seem like some alcoholic, rough and tough merc. But I've always been pretty good with my words, y'know? \n\n*Livio thought about it. Returning to his home. Returning to her.*\n\n*And everything that could go wrong. What if she found someone else? Or thought him a coward for deserting? What if she no longer cared for him? What if she found out he had killed his own countrymen? And how could he expect her to move with him to Middle Mentia, when they had lived in that village their entire life?*\n\n\"I... Can't. I can't do it. Not yet at least.\"\n\n*What was he so scared of? He had stolen wives away before.*\n\n\"Ah, fuck, I'm not strong enough. I need more money too. If I'm going to get back with her, I'll need to make sure nothing can separate us again.\"\n*Livio capped his flask, putting it back in his pocket.*\n\n\"It's quite far from the border, and we're not that far into Upper Mentian territory. So a decent travel.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*The protest from Livio coaxed an amused chuckle from the typically stoic Sonja. She nodded, deciding the mercenary could have the benefit of her doubts. He was being rather frank with her, after all. Though it would be a long journey that Livio might not yet be prepaired for, that didn't seem to deter Sonja.*\n\n\"Well, you must do *Something.* You still have a chance to make things right. Don't squander the opportunity.\" *Sonja urged earnestly.* \"Perhaps, once our time here is over, we could accompany you? You'd be safer with a group.\"\n\n*As the Ursinoid mused over Livio's dilemma, a rather simple solution occurred to her. A small smile played at the corner of her lips. How this hadn't occurred to her sooner was a mystery.*\n\n\"Or maybe you could send a letter or message of some sort? That way, she might know your alive. If you're feeling bold, you might include some silver, so she might relocate somewhere safer. \"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"I hope I can. Heh, it'll be the first time in my life I've done such a thing.\"\n\n*Livio shook his head at the mention of a group.* \"If I take anyone, it'll only be you. You're the only one who knows my past. Plus, bringing Sivne sounds like trouble waiting. A beastkin warlord who likes grinding Mentia bones for bread? As if.\"\n\n*The mercenary's tone was light hearted, but it was clear that he did not want Sivne further up into Upper Mentia. It remained light hearted as Sonja mentioned the letter, though tensed up slightly as she suggested moving somewhere safer for Sylvia.*\n\n\"That implies that Upper Mentia is unsafe. Does Sivne plan to dismantle the country? I'll send her the letter though. Just need something to get it to her. When is the next town?\"\n\n*If Sivne planned on going on a rampage in Upper Mentia, he definitely would have to leave the party, and possibly even fight against her. Normally he wouldn't, but he would not let his people be slaughtered by a warrior he assisted.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"I see... You do have a point.\" *Sonja conceded with a nod. A smaller party was probably preferable for such a mission. Famous companions like Sivne might draw unwanted attention. Better safe than sorry, lest Sonja end up a slave again.*\n\n*Hearing Livio agree to send a letter, Sonja couldn't help but grin slightly. It was a step in the right direction for reuniting with his people. She couldn't help but be hopeful for his endeavors.*\n\n\"Not that I'm aware.\" *Sonja shook her head, not concerned by such a suggestion.* \"I meant the civil war in Mentia seems to be escalating. War often begets pillaging and bloodshed, regardless of who's fighting whom.\"\n\n*The Ursinoid figured Livio had a better grasp of the Mention side of the politics. Perhaps things were more stable than Sonja made them out to be? But given that she was usually in the field fighting, one could hardly blame her for being concerned.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"My village is located near the Agnes mountain range. We're on the complete opposite side of the country. Unless Huiruor wants to invade, they'll be safe. We're outdoorsmen and survivalists, like me. Sylvia will be fine. *Assuming*, of course, that the slave revolt stays on the East side.\"\n\n*Livio's typically cool gaze turns ice cold as he brings up the hypothetical scenario, before returning to his normal state.* \"Sorry, that was a bit harsh.\" *Truth be told, he didn't completely trust Sonja. She was a good, seemingly honest friend for sure, but she was still fighting his countrymen for her own ideals.*\n\n\"We're near Aberardtir, right? Any chance that there's time to head on over? I'm sure Sola doesn't want to march directly into a Mentian town.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"...\" *Sonja frowned. That sounded like the same region her village had once been. Though presumably more south, outside the territory that had once belonged to the warlord states.*\n\n*The cool gaze and harsh tone was enough to make the Ursinoid go silent. Her own demeanor seemed to grow colder too. It was tempting to quip back. There would be no need for a slave revolt if there had never been slaves to begin with, after all. But Livio apologized before Sonja found her tongue.*\n\n\"Right...\" *She decided it would be best not to comment on the issue any further.*\n\n\"We're on the opposite side of the state. It seems unlikely Sola would leave his power base to strike at remote villages on the other side. You're right, it is probably safest over there.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Sonja's silence was expected. But it occurred a little too early. He expected his cold remark about the war extending west to garner silence, but not his mention of his hometown area.*\n\n\"Something wrong? You went quiet before that.\"\n\n*Nodding his head in agreement, Livio lifted his flask once more, and aimed his finger in a gun at it, before catching it.*\n\n\"Heh, seems like I can't go cold. I won't show up drunk to the next fight though, I promise you that.0" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sufficed to say, Sonja wasn't particularly keen on broaching the topic. But if Livio didn't know better than to ask, she didn't feel any need to hold her peace. She spoke plainly.*\n\n\"It sounds similar to my village.\" *Which was gone. Destroyed. Scattered to the wind.*\n\n*This had already been alluded to, so Sonja didn't feel the need to state it explicitly. No doubt the Ursinoid once felt similar to Livio, harboring illusions about the invincibility of her close knit community. Not anymore.*\n\n*She raised an eyebrow as Livio committed to not showing up to battle drunk next time.*\n\n\"Finally committed to surviving long enough for a return home?\" *Sonja managed an amused chuckle.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Ah, ok.\"\n\n*Livio threw the flask up and down, carefully looking at it. He caught it once more, before pocketing it and aiming his finger gun in the distance.*\n\n\"Hey, I've lived every time even when drunk! Now that I'll be sober, I'll be better than ever!\"\n\n*A stream of icy magic fires out from his finger through the air, leaving a small chill in its wake.*\n\n\"Plus, I feel like I haven't been able to unleash my full potential. Sivne's cutting everything up too fast.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"Good. I look forward to seeing your unleashed power in our next battle.\"\n\n*Sonja concluded with a brisk nod. Even if the only thing that came from this conversation was that Livio stopped showing up to battle drunk, it was productive talk so far as she was concerned. Though naturally, the Ursinoid hoped her comrade would eventually take the opportunity to reconnect with his roots.*\n\n*Not everyone had such a luxury at their disposal.*\n\n\"Well. I'm going to go find some food. I'm famished. Glad to be finally traveling together.\"\n\n*The Ursinoid rose to her feet, giving Livio a nod, before heading off to locate her next meal.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"You can count on it.\"\n\n*Livio wasn't exactly sure what his potential truly was. Was he more of a marksman or a spellcaster? He evidently showed prowess in both. He was lost in thought for a moment, until he realized Sonja was leaving to snag a meal, and he stood up as well.*\n\n\"Hold on, are you hunting or is there food ready? I'm hungry too.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"Dunno yet.\"\n\n*Sonja shrugged. She figured she'd see what there was to eat, then decide whether she could hunt something tastier in a reasonable amount of time. The Ursinoid figured they'd be moving on soon.*\n\n\"Planning to find out. Tag along if you'd like.\"\n\n*She motioned for him to follow and headed back to their supplies to investigate further.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Sure. Got nothing better to do anyway.\"\n\n*Livio followed Sonja, stretching his arms.*\n\n\"If you are going to hunt something, what do you plan on getting? Rabbit sounds pretty good.\"\n\n*Looking up at the bear beastkin, he couldn't help but appreciate the help she had given him. It wasn't a big push too; who knew that a bear would do this for him?*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sonja rustled through a large burlap sack and found some rations. She pulled them out and eyed the portions skeptically before giving them a sniff. They weren't bad. But it wasn't the same as something fresh.*\n\n\"Well. We have food here that needs to be eaten.\"\n\n*Admittedly, the portions probably hadn't cost much. But Sonja wasn't the type of person to let something go to waste. After all, even if the price was cheap, they had still paied good money for this stuff.*\n\n\"But rabbits would probably be easy to find...\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio picked up the ration, giving it a sniff like Sonja did. It was ok, but rabbit was easier.*\n\n\"Yeah, I'd rather have rabbit. I'd let someone else eat this.\"\n\n*Livio kept his voice down so that no one else would hear.*\n\n\"How quickly do you think we can do it in?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*The Ursinoid tossed the ration back into the back and shrugged.*\n\n\"If any are here, I can find them quickly.\"\n\n*Sonja assured. Between all of her heighted super bear senses, locating a rabbit should be a simple feat. Catching one, a tad more tricky. But nothing she wasn't used to doing before*\n\n*Without a moments hesitation, she began to make for the treeline.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"You're not the only experienced hunter here, you know?\"\n\n*Livio wasn't a beastkin, but his senses were incredible. Eyesight like an eagle and a nose like a hound, Livio followed, his arbalest at the ready.*\n\n*'Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.' That was on Livio's mind as he began scouting the area.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"Then come.\"\n\n*Upon heading into the forest, Sonja employed her superhuman sense of smell to track the scent of a rabbit. She followed it closely, sniffing the air almost like a dog. Though the Ursinoid remained upright on two legs. Soon she was leading Livio down the path the rabbit had followed.*\n\n\"...This way.\" *She instructed.*\n\n*Soon they happened upon a little burrow in the side of a dirt mound where the rabbits for their meal in question seemed to be snoozing. Lazy rabbits. It would be their demise! She stepped back and motioned towards the hole, allowign Livio to do the honors.*\n\n\"They're inside.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio followed Sonja into the woods, seeing the rabbits in a small hole. They were cute, sure, but they seemed tastier to him.*\n\n\"That was quicker than I thought.\"\n\n*A single shot into the burrow yields two meaty rabbits, both impaled by a single bolt. Livio brings both out, skewered.*\n\n\"Let's get a fire going and skin these guys.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"Excellect.\"\n\n*Sonja nodded silently and began to gather up some dry wood and kindling from the surrounding forest. It hadn't rained too recently, so that meant there was no shortage of fuel. But also that they probably should be careful about where they set up the fire. Sonja glanced around, arms full of wood.*\n\n\"...Should we head back to camp?\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Hm. Making a fire here should be fine, no? I think the others would get jealous at what we have.\"\n\n*Livio began working on skinning the rabbits, his axe easily sharp enough to handle it.*\n\n\"We can just clear out an area and tell the group about it. That way they won't be surprised when they see a random campsite.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"Good point.\"\n\n*With a nod and shrug, Sonja cleared an area out with her feet and set the wood down to build a fire. She carefully stacked the larger pieces while sprinkling the kindling about the base. The Ursinoid made sure to keep a few chunks of wood safe in case they needed to add more to the fire later.*\n\n\"This should last long enough to cook them.\"\n\n*The Ursinoid surmised with a nod.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio soon had the skinned rabbits skewered, and set up four tripods made from other sticks and a bit of rope. The meat soon began to cook, and the delicious smell of cooked rabbit began to waft into the air.*\n\n\"Hah, this reminds me of how we first met. In the woods, with a fire and some cooking meat.\"\n\n*Livio sat back on a log, using his cloak as a blanket to lie on.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sonja shrugged. She wasn't really planning to lay down or anything. They'd be moving on soon, she reasoned. Best not get too comfortable? But her brown eyes lingered on the log as she contemplated further.*\n\n\"That is... Eventful... You seem to have survived.\" *Sonja rubbed her chin. She figured Livio must have been doing more than that one fight.* \"Where did you travel in the interim? Did you meet anyone interesting? Other than Sivne.\"\n\n*The Ursinoid remained undecided about the log, and so she remained perched on the rock.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Clearly.\"\n\n*Interesting... That they were. Each of Kiro, Mai and Katja had their own features that stood out. That being said, he wasn't quite willing to share that.*\n\n\"Nah, no one besides Ryker and Ildi. Though I've met Ildi before. Ryker seems to be an interesting guy.\"\n\n*To say that Livio was sometimes lazy would be an understatement.*\n\n\"Have you and the gang been doing anything as of late?\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"Uh-huh.\"\n\n*Sonja didn't bother pretending to sound convinced. But if Livio preferred to keep the details of his adventures to himself, that was his own business. The Ursinoid let the matter rest, seeing little need to press the issue.*\n\n\"Well, Carlyn went her own way.\" *Sonja recounted idly, having decided to be more forthcoming in the interest of conversation.* \"Then we ran into Shaw. I think he was... Some sort of ranger druid...\" *She shrugged. It had been awhile since they had last talked.* \"Then we ran into Ryker.\"\n\n*Admittedly, she didn't know the latter two any better than Livio.*\n\n\"We did some bounties in Southern Mentian, and that led us back to Upper Mentia.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio caught on to Sonja's awareness; he knew that she knew that he knew! Given this, he decided to take a small jab at the typically cool Ursinoid.*\n\n\"Hey, unless you want me to go into great detail on my adventures in bed, I did nothing.\"\n\n\"Aw, Carlyn left?\"\n\n*Damn, she was cute too. As for this new guy, Shaw... A Druid ranger. Probably a bow user?*\n\n\"Oh, a new guy? Other than Ryker, that is.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"Aha,\" *Sonja raised an eyebrow, mildly amused with his frank response. Between the drinking and sleeping around, Livio seemed more and more like the caricature of an average soldier. Bar the whole desertion thing.* \"So you also hunt the loins of fellow travelers?\"\n\n*That the former soldier trusted her enough to share such a detail was not lost on Sonja. Though admittedly, she wasn't exactly keen on hearing the details. So the conversation went on.*\n\n\"Yes. Carlyn had to help out more with her family business. Merchants, I think?\" *The Ursinoid shrugged.*\n\n\"I'm not sure what became of Shaw. We parted ways after our contracts with Upper Mentia were complete.\" *Interesting detail, the Ursinoid seemed to have previously fought on the opposite side of the current conflict? Whatever the reason for that might have been, she didn't volunteer it.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio almost choked on air as Sonja rephrased his ordeals in such a way. Fellow travelers? Well, not exactly. They weren't travelers. Loins? Yes.*\n\n\"Ah, she did mention that. Oh well. Maybe I'll pay her a visit one of these days.\"\n\n*With Upper Mentia? Wasn't Sonja currently fighting Upper Mentia?*\n\n\"Hold on, so you had a contract with Upper Mentia?\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*A slight grin seemed to tug at the corner of her mouth as she watched Livio sputter at her summary. She nodded in agreement as he suggested visiting her in the future. Sonja wouldn't have minded such a thing herself, though it was hardly on her agenda.*\n\n*Sensing the confusion, the Ursinoid nodded to confirm his question.*\n\n\"I didn't like it at the time. Prior to the Upper Mentian conquest of the Beastkin Warlord states, there was some sort of power struggle. They had us carry out missions against their political opponents. We used the opportunity to free from the loosing faction. Including my former owner.\"\n\n*The Ursinoid glance down at the opulent signet ring on her left hand. A token pried from the dead hands of her former oppressor, whom she had slayed in battle while he fled like a coward.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"I see. So something similar to my situation.\"\n\n*And in the past as well. Livio remembered quite a few significant figures he had shot down; granted, none to the level of the recent death of Adelmar, but enough to affect the livelihoods of others. His golden eyes looked to where Sonja's gaze was; a signet ring, much too fancy for the beastkin to have attained herself. He recognized the style as Mentian; not much more needed to be said.*\n\n\"Spoils of war, eh? Only thing I've taken was lives.\"\n\n*And some virginities, but he didn't want to mention that.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"Something like that. Sivne convinced me to stay and it paid off.\" \n\n*Sonja recalled with a soft chuckle. She'd been close to leaving cold turkey and finding another group. But her companions had helped her realize that there was plenty of opportunity in being able to strike from where least expected. Not unlike a hunter. As Sonja mused over the comment about her ring, she slipped it into the palm of her hand to inspect it.*\n\n\"Spoils of war... Doesn't do it justice. I was branded with the same crest this ring bears. But now the monster is dead and his ring is mine.\"\n\n*Not that it did her much good for anything other than forging letters. And Sonja hardly had the finesse for that. She sighed.*\n\n\"...How're the rabbits coming?\"\n\n*Her gaze turned to the cooking game.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Sonja's comment got Livio thinking. What would he do after he finished with this? What would he do if he got with Sylvia? His line of work was an incredibly dangerous one; him coming home was not a guarantee. Perhaps he could stay safe as a regular hunter?*\n\n\"A trophy, then. Like how one will hang the head of a beast on their wall.\"\n\n*Livio wondered if Sonja was in her beastial form or macenized one when she was first enslaved. His attention turned to the rabbit as she mentioned it. The meat was browning, with what little fat the rabbit had beginning to drip down.*\n\n\"They're perfect. Here.\"\n\n*The hunter handed Sonja a rabbit on a skewer, and began to use his axe to cut pieces of the meat off.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*The Ursinoid pondered over Livio's suggestion, then nodded slowly. It was a trophy, in some ways.*\n\n\"Yes. But his head was too ugly. And I didn't have a wall to hang it on.\"\n\n*Well, it was more than that. She was trying to coexist with the Mentians on equal terms. Hanging a head on the wall wasn't exactly conducive to mending their prejudice against Beastkin. Though that didn't mean the man didn't deserve such a gruesome and humiliating.*\n\n*The scent of freshly cooked meat caught her attention. She was practically drooling in no time.*\n\n\"Smells great... Better than rations by far.\"\n\n*She resisted the urge to bite right into their meal, instead letting Livio cut as he pleased.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Regardless, even if he had a pretty head, I don't think hoisting a man's head as a trophy would be good.\"\n\n*Livio had heard tales of skulls as trophies, but whole intact heads were simply gruesome. For now though, roasted meat was what occupied his thoughts. A leg was severed for the bear, and Livio took one of the hindquarters for himself. He saw the bear drooling, and made sure to give her a hefty piece.*\n\n\"Here ya go. Beats any type of rations anyday, even the most expensive ones.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sonja shrugged at Livio's assertion. He probably had more of a point than she cared to admit. But for now, the Ursinoid was wholly focused on the tasty meal they had worked so hard to prepare. And it had been free, too!*\n\n\"Looks good. Thank you. The best meals are the ones you've caught. Let's dig in.\"\n\n*The hungry Ursinoid didn't need encouragement to take her own advice and start munching.*" } ]

[ { "author": "pardos", "message": "*Kilitcha's cart slowly rolls on through the wilds, the Qua gingerly playing her harp with her upper hands and driving the cart with her lower pair. Her crossbow, cocked and ready, rests next to her, alongside her pike and shield. She's ready for a fight, but doesn't let that stop her from gingerly singing along.*\n\"We're looking for Laaa~dy Yasmine 🎵 \nLady Yasmine, where is she?\nWhere looking for her in the fooo~rest 🎵 \nMaybe we'll find her behind a tree?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Meanwhile Kibaru was sleeping. The reason he had blood was due to a recent hunt that took some out of him, maybe he should have asked for an energy drink or something*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "*The forest you two are entering is normally filled with sunbeams and singing birds, as well as all kinds of animals. Normally this would be a loud part of it, but it is quiet. No birds are singing their songs, no animals are talking with each other. As soon as you enter deeper into the the forest started to get darker and darker, not even a single cold breeze went through it. Something must have scared the animals in here. Also soon the damaged wagon appeared in front of you two and is heavily damaged.*\n\n*A man was laying dead at the wagons side, his face frozen in fear. The wagon, with a closer look, had normally bars in that big window. So someone who can calculate 1+1 should know that this was actually a prisoner transfer. But the prisoner was missing and left only a note.* ``Catch me if you can`` *Was written on it and laying on the destroyed wheel.*" }, { "author": "pardos", "message": "\"...Oh dear.\" *Remarks Kilitcha as she spots the scene, putting her harp down. She stops Liklik, who in turn appears quite tense in this situation. Then, she grabs her pike, and gives Kibaru a poke in the head with its butt.*\n\"Found something, and it's pretty ugly.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would jump passed her just as she spoke. He checked the man's pulse and for any possible sign of his death and how long ago. He had actually picked up on this allot earlier, but he though it was still him.*\n\n*He then stared at the note* \"If the one we're searching for killed this man with no reason then I guess I won't be receiving any rewards\"" }, { "author": "pardos", "message": "\"Whaaat.\" *States Kilitcha, quite disapproving of the idea of not getting potions.* \"I still want my potion.\" *She says, putting her pike aside once more. She takes a moment to summon a Spirit Wolf, which swiftly hops down to the ground and goes to give the wagon a sniff.*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "*This man died recently, the body is still warm. Though there were now signs of a brutal murder. Only the face had an extreme expression of fear. Though the body had a weird scent. A mixture of mold and something else, a fruity and sweet scent to be precise. Also a hint of roses mixed into it. The spirit wolf though should be able to get the scent and would follow it, sniffing the ground to follow the trail. There was another note on the body though.* ``Jump back or you are dead`` *Signed with a happy face winking face on it. A click sound came from dead guard, and with that a whistling sound followed it. It was an arrow on the way, aiming for Kibaru's shoulder when he isn't jumping back in time.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would easily catch the arrow out of the air, to him this was an armature's trap. He then took out his Katana and slowly pushed it though the man's heart, then his head* \"May the gods safely lead you to the ancestral grounds\" \n\n*He then walked into the direction with an angry expression. He didn't even notice the spirt wolf and forgot about Th young woman and his mask and coat back on the wagon*" }, { "author": "pardos", "message": "*...Kilitcha just sort of watches this man do his thing. Then, swiftly grabs her armaments, hops onto Liklik, and unfastens his straps, taking a moment to look at the cart's surroundings, embedding them into her memory. Finding her way back shouldn't be too hard, as she's been trained to do so. She's more worried about the dead body attracting something that might hurt her horse.\nShe charges on forwards, following the spirit wolf, keeping a few feet's distance behind it just for safety.*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "*The dead body disappeared as soon as both Kibaru and Kilitcha turned their back to it. Only a stuffed animal was left on the ground. **Kibaru** Meanwhile would find the simple trap, it was only some sticks and some extremely thing but strong rope, used to shoot the arrow. But it was destroyed while doing its deed. **Kilitcha ** Should soon notice that her horse is getting extremely nervous and stopped moving, almost frozen from fear. Again there were no animals around, not even the usual predators. But both of them could hear something soon.* \"Oh it seems someone is here to play with me. Please go on and try to catch me. But think of something first. Are you the hunter or the hunted?\" *It was nothing but an echo in the quiet forest and ended with a giggle.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Bitch, I'm always the hunter. And now you've became my prey\" *He said getting even more angry at the echo*" }, { "author": "pardos", "message": "*Kilitcha gives a quick glance around, looking through the forest with her keen eyes and darkvision. Gives Liklik a quick few pets.* \"There there old boy...\"\n*She'd hop off of him, and look towards the spirit wolf, clicking her mandibles. Telling it to slow down, and warn her if it smells anything coming.\nWith Liklik's lead in her lower right hand, her crossbow in her upper two hands, and her trusty dagger in her lower left, she keeps on following the wolf.*\n\"Hey, uhm, the potion man sent us. He said he wanted to meet you... I think. Are you lady Yasmine?\"\n\n*Currently following the scent.*\n\n*Kilitcha is quite doubtful of the note beneath the log. Seeing how there already was a trap earlier... She'd tell the Spirit Wolf to pause, wait for her and watch her back. Her swift eyes would carefully look around for traps as she approaches the log, the insectoid carefully watching her step. Then, once within reach, she'd put her crossbow away, grab her pike once more, and give the log a poke. Then, finally, if that fails to trigger anything... Take a hand off her pike and grab the note, and read it. Keeping on guard.*\n\n*...She'd let Liklik's lead go in the process, not wanting to drag him to a possible trap.*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "*The log was just a log for a second longer, until it was crushed from a heavy beartrap like construct out of metal. The note was send flying into the air from the impact, and splinters flying around. So it should be easy for her to grab the paper out of the air, since only the pike triggered trap.* ``Never leave the herd on your own. It could always be your last adventure. Follow the path.`` *A kissing and winking face was drawn beneath the note. Though finally a small breeze went through the forest, giving off an extreme and even for normal noses scent. The wolf would follow it and Kilitcha could see small footsteps on the ground.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru shot the body through the head* \"I did sense it, just thought I would humor you. You do seem full of yourself for a coward\"" }, { "author": "pardos", "message": "*Kilitcha's quite relieved by her little maneuver's success, and snatches the note and reads it. Deciding to heed its advice, she casts another Spirit Wolf, and goes to swiftly grab Liklik and move closer to Kibaru. The two wolves would watch their flanks for now, now that KIlitcha has a track to follow.* \"Ah the arrogance of youth...\" *Follow the track she would, switching to her crossbow once more.*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Oh the big boy thinks he is good. Than answer me one question. Why are you killing innocent people? You stabbed someone who was looking like dead to you. You shot the other person through the head, without even checking the body.\" *The voice got clear on their way, though the wolves are starting to show signs of a possible threat. The shot person also transformed into a stuffed animal, as soon as they were far away from it. The path soon showed something like an entrance to a huge clearing in the forest. Animals were gathered around a pond and in the middle of it was a small woman. From the looks not taller than 160cm and slim. Her back had roses tattooed on it, and was heavily covered in scars.* \"Calling yourself a hunter is nothing but a joke.\" *The voice of the woman was soft, her hair like silk. The feet of her in the water of the pond. The animals were close to the woman, but had fear in their eyes.* \"Now let us begin the game.\" *Yasmin laughed a little, and turned her head sideways to look at Kibaru and Kilitcha with a smile on her face.*" }, { "author": "pardos", "message": "*...Something tells Kilitcha that that's the woman they're looking for. Hunter's instinct, perhaps, or maybe just her observational skills. Certainly looks like the kind of shady, magically-inclined woman a shady alchemist would send them to look for.*\n\"...The potionmaker told us to not get violent.\" *Despite that remark, Kilitcha summons yet another Spirit Wolf, bringing her up to a whole pack. They're on high alert, just waiting for an attack.\nShe draws her tower shield, holding it in her lower right hand. Something tells her this is going to get ugly.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"The only joke was that I though you were actually worthy enough to be called my prey. Unlike you I actually know what it is to hunt\" *He said discussed with her, blood starting to drip from his hands*" }, { "author": "pardos", "message": "*Kilitcha opens her mandibles to make a remark about how, technically speaking, she's a trained hunter from a tribe that very much valued such things, but...\n...Just sort of gives up on trying to reason with these weird people rambling about prey and predators and other such things. She's not a philosopher.*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Such big words. Then tell me oh mighty \"Hunter\"...\" *She couldn't resist a short giggle, and held a hand in front of her mouth for a second.* \"Tell me one thing. Why are you still moving into my traps like a blind and disorientated lamb? You know nothing, but that is fine. You can get angry as much as you want, but that isn't helping you. Now, what are you going to do hmm? You should listen to the old bugger in his wagon and to this woman.\" *Yasmin started to walk towards them with a bright smile. Her hands were on her back, and her eyes started to give out a blue glow. The whole clearing was filling with magical energy, slowly but steady moving towards this woman. The wolves would go wild, started to loudly growl at her and showing their teeth. The bodies of them are getting tense, while the other animals fled into the forest.* \"So what are you going to do? Attacking me, and forcing me. Or do you actually listen to others.\" *The tattoo on her back started to glow in the same blue, sadly that was hidden from Kilitcha's and Kibarus eyes. Also they started to open up, and lines slowly build on her body, visible on her arms.* \n\n\"You don't know who I am. You know nothing about me and still you think you can beat me? Jokes all over the place little puppy.\" *Yasmin stopped moving and looked at them. Gosh her whole body was excited about all of this and she let out a long and satisfied sigh.* \"Now do your moves, show me what you are made of. He wants the judgment and he can get it, but everything has a price. It is so nice from him to send two of you to me.\" *Even her voice was filled with excitement.*" }, { "author": "pardos", "message": "\"...Well I, for my part, heard plenty. If you don't want to come, I'm not supposed to force you, so if you don't mind me I'll just, uhm...\n...You want to kill us, don't you?\" *The Qua asks, sounding less fearful and more resigned. The wolves stand on attention, ready to pounce and on high alert, but without any snarling.*\n\"I'll have you know that I'd prefer to live.\"\n\n*...Liklik seems to certainly agree, his leash slowly slipping out of Kilitcha's grasp. He'd back off towards the forest, keeping his eyes on the odd woman.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru looked down at her in both ways, smiling* \"I'll keep walking into your traps proving just how useless they are. I'll take what ever you dish out to show you just how far the gap is between you and me.\" *His smile was a fierce one, his fangs showing while a slight steam could be seen coming from his body* \"And then we'll return to the gravy old man without any force used to get you there.\"\n\n\"And true I know nothing of you, but can you say you know anything about me?\"" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Yes you are just blowing out hot air. You are stumbling into everything without being cautious of your surrounding. You are to full of yourself. But you are right on one thing. The gab between me and you is extreme. By the way, look down. There is a little present for you.\" *She moved one hand away from her back, and pointed down to his feet with her finger. He stood directly into a circle, which started to heavily glow. The circle was half filled with the blue glow, but soon he should notice that it was actually some sort of fluid, reaching for his feet.* \n\n\"Now to you.\" *She turned towards Kilitcha and still had her smile on the face.* \"What are going to do, if I would say yes? I mean my intend to just erase you from this world. I mean you would fit in my collection. I would take care of your preserved body, and you have a spot near the chimney with others the others I liked.\" *She sighed though and removed the other hand from her back. Daggers formed an half circled around her body, levitating in the air. She tiled her head a bit and looked to the wolves.* \"Sadly they need to go. So you have two options now, leave this place and pay the price or die. Sadly I can't allow the other one to just leave, because he needs to have someone showing what happens to people like him.\"" }, { "author": "pardos", "message": "*Kilitcha is unintimidated by the idea of being turned into a trophy. Well, no, she certainly is intimidated, though she does her best to not show it.*\n\"The price being, exactly? Not getting that potion that old man promised me?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Suddenly an arrow would fly past the woman. His bow was still on his back. She seemed to let her guard down thinking that he'll actually take the liquid with any seriousness. He wasn't treating her, just showing her that he could strike at anytime if he pleased. He did try to avoid the liquid if possible though*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Let me introduce myself. I'm Yasmin, bounty hunter, and member of the old buggers group. Working as a bodyguard and scout in a foreign country. I'm able to use high tier elemental magic and combat magic. Trained with a short bow, recurve bow and long bow. Preferred weapons are daggers, like you can see. Oh and don't forget my traps.\" *She laughed a bit before feeling the arrow flying past her.*\n\n\"Alright. I see.\" *The liquid was immediately reacting to this attack, covering his foot and sending out an extreme shock, with a move of her fingers. (We are talking about a tazer here on maximum power) There were more circles getting activated around him, each for every limb and a big one behind him.* \"See, only a fool would just attack out of the blue. I bet you don't even have a plan. You are nothing compared to me.\" *Well, it only looked like she was letting her guard down. The other circles are already half filled with the fluid. She then started with a smile to rush towards the wolves, the lines on her body are heavily glowing. She would dodge two and kill one if they are jumping directly at her.*" }, { "author": "pardos", "message": "*Well no shit they don't have a plan, Kilitcha thinks in that split second she has. It wasn't supposed to be a fight.\nEither way, no. The wolves don't rush directly at her. The middle one stands his ground, snarling angrily, while the other two go to circle around her. Kilitcha, for her part... Pulls the teddy bear out, hiding behind her tower shield, keeping her eyes, her crossbow, and the bear just above its edge.*\n\n\"...Want this bear?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He would seem really unamused as he stared at the liquid trying to shock him* \"Sigh... You know nothing of me\" *He wasn't effected at all. He then took out his katana and decided to play with it instead by slinging directly at it, but fast with a higher amp and voltage then the liquid*\n```Lightning armour used.\nCost what ever it costs\n5 turns left```" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Eh just give me a second.\" *Yasmin was annoyed, and with the max speed and movement speed, and extreme strength, she gave Kibaru a straight punch beneath his ribcage. Actually she lifted him up in the air a bit, not even flinching from his armor. After all she herself is still a high tier elemental magic user, and used a barrier to go against his. This would actually put Kibaru down, because she would hit directly the solar plexus with the extreme force.* \"When do people actually use their brains a bit... And swallow their wanna be pride.\" *She sighed and let the unconscious Kibaru drop on the ground.*\n\n\"Now to you, you... Youuuuu little bug!\" *She looked really angry and stretched out a hand towards Kilitcha.* \"Give me Mr.Pebbles! Now! I was looking for him all the time, since he vanished from my home! God damn I will beat the old man up!\" *She didn't cared about the wolves anymore, and directly stopped in front of the tower shield. Her tattoo slowly went back to the normal lookin Lotus Flowers and the massive magic in the area went down to a normal state. The animals finally and slowly started again to sing and talk.* \"Please...\" *Yes she actually said please, and slowly but steadily calmed down. Her eyes not moving away from the old stuffed animal.*" }, { "author": "pardos", "message": "*...Well Kilitcha is in no position to negotiate really, considering she just destroyed that guy, buuut...*\n\"...Promise you'll come visit the old man?\" *She requests, momentarily putting her crossbow away... And hugging the bear with her now free upper arms.*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Yeah yeah... Now give him to me! Also put this guy on the horse, the old man should have an elixir for him...\" *She still had her arm stretched out, desperately wanting her beloved Mr.Pebbles back. Also some real wolves came by with two other stuffed animals and dropped them at her side.* \"Gosh now I need to stitch them too... Poor Mrs.Fluffy and Bobby. Mrs.FLuffy was a fluffy pink sheep and Bobby a small donkey. Both were damaged from Kibaru's actions, and Yasmin picked them up.* \" Eh... At least the animals acknowledge a person who treats them with respect... Never kill out of lust. Only to provide yourself with what you need and pay the dead animals respect.\" *Anyway, she quickly grabbed Mr.Pebbles out of the hug and started to walk along the path which Kibaru and Kilitcha came from. The horse also came back, and Yasmin only yelled.* \"We will see us in the town.\" *Then she vanished out of sight, with waving her hands.*`\n\n**Quest done: 1,5PP because of using the given help. 1 Gold for each because of solving this without injuring Yasmin (Yes this was possible, because she also has weak spots.) Also 1 potion from the list in the" }, { "author": "pardos", "message": "*Kilitcha watches her leave... Then looks at the scrub who tried to pick a fight with her.\n...She'd just have the wolves drag him back to the cart. Then, time to ride back into town.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Deep in the wilds, there was a small house... It didn't look like a bathroom, though it was quite humble. As small as it was, it had a small stable with a horse in it. Outside the house was a tall man with moderately big ears. He was sitting on a cutten log, tossing his sword into the air with accuracy, grabbing it as soon as it falls down from the hilt. He was able to time it correctly.*" }, { "author": "quack1104", "message": "*A girl was silently traveling through the woods not obeying her father. She stood still and all that was heard was the whistling of arrows, all she was really doing was practicing... On trees.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The man didn't hear the arrow for quite a while, though once he heard it, he placed his sword in his sword belt. He carelessly walked toward the noise. He looked at the girl, placing his hands on his waist then sighing. Though he was still on gaurd.* ***``\"Good Afternoon?\"``***" }, { "author": "quack1104", "message": "*She stopped and turned her head curiously to look at him*\n\"Oh hi there, good afternoon\"\n*Her hair and hood hid most of her face, one eye was visible to him*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Akiron then squinted his eyes. He had just woken up, but he was also quite energetic to say the least... Akiron then stood at a fair distance, looking back at the woman with a curious stare.* ***``\"Before you ask, I live here. So what brings you here?\"``***" }, { "author": "quack1104", "message": "*She felt like she was bothering him because of how he sort of acted*\n\"Oh im just... Practicing, that's all, why? Is it bothering you at all?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "***``\"Not really, I'm just worried... I mean, many bad people come to the wilds. I'm sure you know that already. I live here so I guess I'm used to it...\"``*** *Akiron placed his hands back down, leaning against a tree and looking at her.*" }, { "author": "quack1104", "message": "\"Im able to take care of myself pretty well, i wouldn't be worried, unless your one of those bad people since you're out here\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "***``\"Well, I do live here. I myself do not consider myself one of them, though if you wanna think of me as one, then feel free to do so.\"``*** *He then snickered at his own comment, standing up straight.*" }, { "author": "quack1104", "message": "\"I mean i wasnt planning on it\"\n*She got worried for a second*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Akiron then cleared his throat, then pointed his palms at her.* ***``\"Rawrr! I'm gonna eat you for dinner!\"``***" }, { "author": "quack1104", "message": "\"Suuuuure you will...\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Akiron then smiled, looking back at his own house.* ***``\"Well, how old are you? I'm just asking to see if you're able to drink.\"``***" }, { "author": "quack1104", "message": "\"Old enough\"\n*She looked up at him*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Akiron went back to the log he was sitting on, tossing her a bottle. It was originally just general Alcohol, though Akiron added a tint of Strawberry into it. It was expected from him as a Part-Time Bartender.*" }, { "author": "quack1104", "message": "\"Thank you\"\n*She took a sip*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Akiron then grabbed a bottle of his own, openning it and taking a sip from it.* ***``\"No problem... Are you from around here? Cause I don't usually see you here.\"``***" }, { "author": "quack1104", "message": "\"Yes, but i dont travel into the wilds often\"\n*She smiled*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "***``\"Well, my name is Akiron. Akiron D. Akimasa. I'm aa High elf, though my ears aren't that long... My family was once banished from the Kingdom and out into the wilds. But that was long ago. I'm probably allowed into the Kingdom, since I wasn't involved in the Crime they were accused of.\"``*** *He then placed his hands on his waist.* ***``\"If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?\"``***" }, { "author": "quack1104", "message": "\"My name is Emily Star, and um, nice to meet you akiron\" *She seemed friendly with her smile and certainly was*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "***``\"Alright, Emily. Welcome to the Forest. You're an Archer, no?\"``*** *He hinted to her arrows, as they were his main lead.*" }, { "author": "quack1104", "message": "\"Yes i am, that was easy to figure out im sure\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "***``\"Then can you shoot down a moving target? Even if it's from a great distance?\"``***" }, { "author": "quack1104", "message": "\"Yeah, i probably could, of course there are things for it to depend on\"" } ]

[ { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Today was a sunny day. Perfect for restocking herbs, Gabriel thought. He strolls through the fields and trees of the wild, his ingredient pouch only half full. He sniffs the air for any familiar herbal scents. His sensitive nose does sometimes help push him in the right direction for these things. He is joined in his stroll by one of his summoned wolves, both as a companion and a guardian. And the occasional extra sniffer. His nose may be sensitive, but he still can't beat a wolf's nose.\n\n`Gabe currently has Hunter's Nose perk and one Spirit Wolf active. He has 105 Mana, capped at 105.`" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "The wilds felt like the right place to be for practice. Hoisting his newly made spear over his head, the Blue Oni studied the gleam of its steel head in the sun. It was quite well made, even as it was simple. Feeling strangely excited to hit trees, Takeshi attempts to twirl the spear in his hand, and ends up dropping it. He wasn't too experienced with it, it was understandable. He was fully decked out in armor, as he really didn't have any other clothes. Oni practically lived in their armors, it was fine. His club was also slung behind him. Sighing, the 212 cm tall Oni continues his stroll deeper into the woods. He smells like armor and whatever else Oni smell like. Ice? Do Ice smell?\n\n```Takeshi doesn't have anything active, and has 165 Mana, capped at 165.```" }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "Galin walked through the wilds, both steel daggars clanked at both sides with every step. Whistling a tune that only he and his family knew, a tune that symbolized a deep sense of calming and understanding. The cold iron sheath of his sword glinted in the astounding sunlight as he strolled through his landscape, the scarf that he wore on special occasions was being lifted slightly as the magnificent day's wind rustled the leaves. \n\nAs Galin was walking through the wilds he noticed a very distinct flower that was growing on the ground and decided to crouch down and look at it. While looking at the flower, Galin heard a noice he had been all to familiar with. The sound of a dropped weapon, his breathing became shallow and quite so that he could listen better for imminent danger. As Galin at the time was not paying close attention to his surroundings, he could not pinpoint the direction of the sounds. Galin shrugged the noise off and muttered to himself, \"I must be going crazy, no *Human* Would be out here practicing on a day as beautiful as this.\", he slowly rose to his feet and continued walking. \n\n```Galin smells of sweat from his previous training, and a hint of iron because of residual electricity. Has 150 mana. Mana capped 150. Nothing active.```" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel had found a patch of wildflowers growing in the middle of the forest. He was crouched down in the middle, clipping some blooms and leaves. He'd stick one or two in his braid with other such flowers that he found earlier. The scent of flowers occupies his nose. But, he does notice a smell that doesn't belong. A smell of cold? And a sound of something being dropped. He stopped and stood, hand on dagger. His wolf was alert as well. It growled in the direction of the strange scents, confused between which two points to focus on. Gabriel watched the woods, one hand on his dagger and the other ready to cast in self defense if needed." }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "The leaves cast a shade on Takeshi's skin, mottling him with light and dark. He loved the forest because of this reason, even as he was from a much colder, much less leafy region in this world. The mottled, rooted grounds of the temperate forests gave him the most comfort. Often enough, the floors were carpeted by beautiful, yet rotten leaves that crunched against and supported his foot. Breathing in the earthy air of the forest, Takeshi lowers himself, the spear held in both of his hands, right hand behind the left and next to his body. The left hand simply guided. This was the extent of his knowledge of spears. Double handed, with the stronger hand thrusting. The Blue Oni stuck out in the green forest, his skin bright and contrasting against the leaves of the forest. \n\nHe started with a thrust, as most things do. The spear felt heavy, and the blow wasn't as satisfactory as he expected them to be. His form felt wrong, alien. Craning his head, Takeshi tried once more, and felt the same. He just couldn't grasp it at this stage. He continues to thrust, sometimes with his hands in different places, other times with miniscule changes to his form." }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "Galin was walking along the path that he found himself on, a path seemingly traveled by many. The leaves rustling, and the delicious smell of nature he held so dear in his heart. This warm smell filled his mind like a warm cup of milk on a cold day. Galin closed his eyes as to savor this moment for it may not last long. Galin nonchalantly walked through the woods as if he had no care in the world, this was one occasion he did not have to fear for his life. His job required him to risk his life for employers many hours a day, meticulously studying prey to finally end their life. For his prey was a mouse , and he was the cat...\n\nGalin opened his eyes after a short moment so that he could ingrain this image of nature in his mind. The picture of nature on this day, was something that he, and only he could experience. A once in a lifetime moment, no one could replicate. As he was gazing in all directions around the forest, galin noticed something blue in the clearing beyond some trees. This piqued his intrest more than it should have. *There are many blue things in nature, right?* He thought to himself. Galin slowly walked over to an area that the trees parted just enough so he was able to gaze at the mystery beyond the trees." }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "A strange scent one wouldn't normally find in the forest. At least, not this part of it. It intrigues him to no end. Is it an enemy? A friend? Or something else? These thoughts swirl in his head as the takes a step closer to the source. He skulks and stalks. He weaves between the trees and bushes. His eyes are focused on his yet unseen target, though his nose tells him it's there. Gabriel moves with the leaves in the trees, counting on them to mask his presence. He waves his hand, blue sigils streaking across the air as a second wolf joins him. The wolves's hair are bristled, their teeth bared in a quiet snarl. They move as one, like a pack of wolves hunting their prey.\n\n`Gabriel has Blurry, Silent, and Hunter's Nose perks active. He cast Spirit Wolves for 15 Mana, 90 Mana remaining, Mana cap at 90.`" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "Takeshi's movements were slowly getting fluid. It was like a stone in a river, its rougher edges getting whittled down by time and constant movement. It would take years to master, but he could feel that he would get good with it— maybe even to the point of using it as his only weapon. He felt the weight of the club slung behind his back, and decides to take that out for a spin as well. Quite unlike how he looked, Takeshi gingerly put down his spear, then unslung his iron club, holding it in one hand. He was big enough to swing it with a single hand, although he was much more capable with it when using two. Lowering the club, he takes a secure grip, then started swinging it. He was an Oni. Not much skill went into using their brute strength, but there was surely, a method to his madness. Each swing wasn't too open, but was open enough to invite an attack— which was swiftly countered by another." }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "Galin noticed what he thought was an oni. Although not completely sure, he had killed very few in his days. Although, this one was different from ones he had seen. It was blue. He stared at this blue behemoth for a moment, studying his strikes, in awe of the strength it displayed. Galin decided to wait in the spot for a while hiding his presence so that he could witness this astonishing feat of power that the oni was performing on the poor tree." }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel, flitting from behind one tree to another, had also come upon the Oni. However, he hasn't had an encounter with one before. He did not know what an Oni's predisposition towards Macen are if any. On top of that, he seems to be... Practicing? Or is it taking out its anger? It's better to stay safe than sorry, Gabriel thought. The lad decided to stay in the shadows of one tree. While one wolf steps forward from the bushes to approach the large blue figure. Maybe the Oni likes dogs?" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "Blow after blow of his massive Iron Club had put dents on the sides of the trees, and the Blue Oni itself had seemingly not broken a sweat. Throwing down its iron club, the Oni realizes that the spear was the right choice for him. It was weighted well enough so that he could overpower people with it, and it was sharp enough to pierce armor— both good traits to have. Hearing a rustle in the treeline, Takeshi glanced to it, his attention now went to the wolf that had appeared from it. Not all Oni liked dogs. However, Takeshi? He loved dogs. But wolves? They were different. Feral. Wild. He takes a step back, on guard. His eyes glance from bush to bush, looking for any other wolves— if it was a big pack, he would have to run. Because the others are like, hidden and shite, he doesn't see anything. Still, he doesn't put down his guard, inching back." }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "~~Galin jumps out of the clearing with no obvious intention to why and strikes at the oni.~~ Galin takes a moment and assess the situation but decides that maybe a fight is exactly what he needs today... He walks out into the clearing and says with a hint of annoyance, \"It looks like i might have a bit more fun today. Hey big dude, lets fight right here!\", Galin then unsheathed his sword to reveal a weapon almost entirely black. Although if you were to look carefully enough, you could see lightning patters engraved on the sword." }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "When the Oni scanned the trees, he might've seen a second wolf not far behind the first. It was still half-hidden, but it was definitely eyeing him with interest. He also might've noticed a blur of brown and some other colors disappearing behind a tree. A small purple flower floats down to the ground. Odd. There weren't any purple flowers nearby.\n\nThe arrival of a second person confuses Gabriel. He must've missed the scent of this other person, distracted by the Oni. Gabriel watches, unsure if he should jump in just yet. Instead, he commands his second wolf to join the first out in the open." }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "The Oni raises a brow as the man walks out, unsheathing his sword. Ah, a Macen. He didn't hold any grudges against them, but damn, was this one slightly annoying. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees yet another wolf. This was becoming a problem. He raises a hand towards the Macen, and with the other, bends down and picks up his club. \"Are the wolves your's, Macen?\" After a consideration, he had deemed these... Non-wild. They didn't seem to be as hungry as they might normally be." }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "\"Silly oni, i am of no macen heritage. I one of the superior races, a silnari, a dark elf to be precise.\" Galin exclaims to the large brutish blue oni that stands before him. \"These wolves are not mine, why would i need such lowly creatures in my command for me to be able to defeat the likes of you? This is beside the point though, all that matters is you and I.\" He boasts looking directly into the eyes of the oni while smirking." }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "As the man mentioned his heritage, the Oni laughed, a hearty, great chuckle that roared in the meadows. Then, the Oni shouted, as gutturally and as loud as his laugh, \"**I like you, Elf!**\" The Oni slams the ground with his iron club, then takes a stance, if it could be called a stance. He stood proudly, his iron club ready to crush some bones. \"**Now, we shall fight!**\" The Oni was a completely different personality in a fight, his very body quivered in excitement." }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "Galin stabs his sword into the ground to free both of his hands, then he extends his left arm out so his palm is facing the oni. His palm then begins to crackle with electric energy, then emerges **Bolt Barrier**, the electric wall begins forming inbetween him and the oni. At the same time, Galin begins concentrating with his right hand to cast **Thundering Pulse**. After **Thundering Pulse** Finishes casting, Galin slams his right palm into the flat surface of the blade. The blade begins emitting black arcs of lightning, and the engravings on the sword turn bright yellow.\n\n```Max Mana 125 curent mana 105 ```" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel watches as a fight begins to unfurl. He was unsure if he wanted to get involved, but his wolves already were. He steps out from behind the tree. The two wolves were recalled to his side, still snarling at the Oni and Elf. He put his hands on the wolves, one hand on each head.\n\n\n\"These boys are mine. Never hurt to have some backup in these woods.\" Gabriel smiles. It was a forced smile, more than a little tense. His long braided hair lay across his shoulder. It was decorated with flowers and leaves of various kinds. \"I hope you didn't mind me peeping on you.\"" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "Seeing as the man was behind a barrier, the Oni simply leaps back. He probably had longer reach then the man. A sword versus a massive club? He had to keep his distance. He takes a gander behind him, and sees the owner of the wolves. \"Oh, hey there, Macen!\" The Oni then proceeds to grip a fist, then slam it onto his body. A frost-like growth immediately covers his body. He had cast ***Glacial Shroud*** On himself, reinforcing his skin as Steel skin might have done. \"We're in the middle of something, join in if you wish!\" The Oni doesn't use simulcast, and simply holds his club with his other hand.\n\n`` Mana 145/165 ``" }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "Galin begins to laugh, \"Haha, so this is the silly macen that was, using a pair of subpar animals to do his bidding. I applaud you for having controll of these.. Things.\", Galin now crosses his arms in an x-formation, holding onto his shoulders from opposite sides (bad explanation) to activate **Electric Upsurge** Then he rips his sword out of the ground, holding onto it with both hands to provide stability, now getting ready to fight.\n\n``` Max mana 125, current mana 95.```" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "\"Greetings to you as well, sir Silnari.\" His hands moves to scratch the wolves behind their ears. He then held one hand up, as if picking a fruit from an invisible tree. A white globule of light manifests in his hand, only to be dropped. Upon hitting the ground, a translucent dome rises and surrounds Gabriel. One wolf jumps out from behind the shield, growling.\n\n`Gabriel cast Safety Shield for 10 Mana, 80 Mana Remaining, Mana capped at 90.`" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "The Blue Oni decides to limit the usage of his mana. He was a mana-rich race, he would beat these two down by bursting them down later on. Currently? He had to map out what he needed to do. Two sides now besieged by a Macen and an elf, Takeshi decides to go for the less threatening, light-shield. His left hand glows blue, his right holding the club. A rose of ice sprouts itself from Takeshi's palm. The safety shield was a big target, he didn't need to aim. Flying at the breakneck speed of 100fps, Takeshi releases 5 petals of ice, each one as sharp as a shuriken. Seeing that the Safety shield can sustain 2 hits, 3 would probably pass. Although, as these were inaccurate as all hell, most, if not all, of the 3 would probably not hit. These were also not too strong of a spell, so it wouldn't do much damage— but they cut really well.\n\n`` Mana 140/165 ``" }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "The **Bolt Barrier** That Galin casted fizzled out and dissapeared. Galins sword was crackling with dark electricity that was making loud poppping noises which made his attacks very obvious. The engravings on the longsword were shining brightly with energy. Galin dashed forward and readied an attack aimed at the big monsters right shoulder. If this hit connected the ice around the area would be burned and a slight cut wound would be made by the sword. Galin roars, \"Try dodging my uh\", he stumbles on his words, \"My uh... Sword!\", his sword had a name he himself could not pronounce. \n\n``` Mana 125/95```" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "The ice petals that the Oni shot hit and shattered Gabriel's shield. The three that were not stopped by the dome whizzes past him, one grazing him in the arm. \"Darn, I guess there's no hiding for me then.\" Gabriel moved to reposition himself. He tries to put the elf between himself and Takeshi. He commands his two wolves to circle around. They would flank Takeshi and try to bite at his legs. In the meantime, Gabriel would be starting the process of another summon. A third wolf would emerge from the glowing blue sigil he draws and remain at his side.\n\n`Gabriel cast Spirit Wolf for 15 Mana, 65 Mana Remaining, Mana capped at 75.`" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "The Blue Oni sniffs, then murmurs a short phrase, his voice a low rumble. \"**Cowards.**\" The sword strikes his armor, and is probably stopped(unless it's a strong sword). If the sword was aimed anywhere else, it bites into his Gambeson and just glances off of his right shoulder. It was a good idea to buff himself. The lightning on the sword seemed pretty damn hard to stop, even with his usually cutting resistant skin. The wolf goes into bite the armor on his leg, but is stopped. Now with two opponents, the Blue Oni grunts. \"Two against one? ***Then it is an even fight. ARISE, BEAST OF ICE!***\" The Oni's left hand glows bright blue, with which forms a ball of mystically glowing ice. He then proceeds to throw it down behind him. He lets his club drop, then uses the free hand to cast *Minor FrostBolt*. A baseball sized chunk of ice flies at 100fps towards the elf's sword shoulder. Because of their relative closeness, it would probably be hard to dodge. But then again, we're talking about an elf here.\n\n`` Mana 55/165 ``" }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "Galin was caught off guard by the oni's attack but because of his increased general speed the damage caused by it was able to be mitigated. Twisting his torso to the right, the frostbolt cut through the skin of his arm, not being able to stick into it. Galin howled, \"Whats your name oni? A worthy opponent indeed!\", Galin sheathed his sword while smirking at the oni. Removing one of the daggers from his belt, he quickly turned and dashed at the macen after he had casted his spell. Extending out his dagger to attampt a stab at the macen in the right shoulder. \"Dont think I've forgotten about you, macen!\" He laughs.\n\n``` **Electric Upsurge** Wears off and the Magical Item Skill wears off. ***Mana 150/125*** ```" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel growls. Keeping one wolf by his side was perhaps a smart choice. He stepped backwards while also raising the shield on his arm to meet the elf's blade. Gabriel would not counter attack. But instead, he would attempt to push the the elf back. Gabriel's eyes would glow white. The loose leaves around him whips upwards with the rising winds. Gabriel would then push his hands forward, unleashing a powerful gust. The strong wind, should the elf not dodge it, would either push the elf back by some 15 feet or knock him over. The wolf would also charge at the elf. It would throw itself at the elf in hopes of knocking him down. The other two wolves would be trying to keep the Oni occupied. They would run in circles around him, looking for an opening to land a bite. They would try to bite at the Oni's arm's or thighs, any limb they could reach.\n\n`Gabriel cast Maelstrom for 18.75 Mana, regenerated 5 Mana, 51.25 Mana remanining, Mana capped at 75.`" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "\"The name's Takeshi, Elf!\" The blue Oni had a commanding voice that the elf could, well, more than easily hear. The problem was, the wolves bit metal every time they attempted to do anything. Behind him, something stirred. The sound of ice cracking and forming filled the open valley, and a rare chill could be felt. Behind the Oni, a massive, 9 ft ice golem rose from the ground. It resembled a man in armor, just much more muscular and faceless. With a motion of the Oni's finger, the frosty behemoth turned slowly towards the Human, it's joints creaking. It then started running. It's footsteps boomed against the ground as it lifted its 9 ft Zweihander, and swung at both the elf and the human. \"**HAHA, YES! GO, GOON!**\" Takeshi lifted his own weapon, then started swinging at the wolves, aiming at their heads when they would attempt to bite down on him.\n\n``Glacial Shroud Wears off, Mana 65/165``" }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "Galin was knocked back by the **Maelstrom** And fell over at about 6 feet, the wolf flew over him and missed its attack. Coincidentally, the attack of the **Ice Golem** Completely missed him because of the **Maelstroms** Effect. Holding his head in his hand because he hit it when he was knocked over he groggily said, \"Ugh, that stupid fucking Maelstrom really is strong.\", he stood up and brushed himself off. Then Galin turned around to begin fighting with the wolf that flew over him, taking out his other dagger and getting into a stance.\n\n```Mana 150/125```" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel had miscalculated the effects of his Maelstrom, but the result was good enough for him. He drops his hands, seeing the Ice Golem approaching, and jumped back a few more feet. Gabriel would then hastily produce another globule of light and throw it to the ground between himself and the golem. It erects a translucent wall, about 7 feet high and across. He would then focuses a his energy into becoming more quiet and harder to see. With that, he would run back into the forest between the trees, hoping for the his adversaries to lose visuals on him.\n\nOne of the wolves circling the Oni would lunge for a bite, only to be met by a club. A decisive crack can be hear along with said wolf's yelp as it was knocked back. This wolf collapses to the ground, not moving and promptly disappearing. The other wolf would still be circling the Oni when its brother was hit. The wolf that lunged at the elf would turn back towards him, snarling and lunging at him once more.\n\n`Gabriel cast Safety Shield for 10 Mana, 41.25 Mana remaining, Mana capped at 90. He also has his Blurry and Silent perks active.`" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "The golem redirects it's attention towards the elf after its attack is stoped by the wall and goes over the elf. The Oni simply waits for the wolf to strike, readying his club. \"**COWARD!**\" The Oni shouts towards the forest, his jaw set and furious. He had to start getting a bit more aggressive. The Oni decides to start utilizing the training from before. He swings at the wolf, just enough for him to be considered open, but also just enough for him to mount a counter attack as soon as he could. \nThe golem creaks with malicious intent, then readies a sweep of his sword, it's frosty arms tensing up as the sword sweeps close to the ground. It still releases a cold aura, and as the sword(probably) misses the elf, the elf can feel the sudden chill on his skin, ever warning him of the dangers of the blade.\n\n`` Mana 65/90``" }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "Galin knew he was in big trouble if that wolf were to latch onto him, or if the sword were to connect with his torso. Galin had extensive training of acrocatics ~~because its convenient~~ because he would be able to ambush and maneuver better incase the need arose for a potential life or death situation. Pushing off with his right leg, galin created a huge amount of force off of his right leg to send him into a spiralling on the X-axis into the air, straight over the blade. The blade was now on a direct path for collision with the wolf.\n\n```Mana 150/130```" } ]

[ { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel skulked in the woods, out of sight. His wolves kept them off his track well enough, but they are fighting a losing battle. He heard Takeshi call out after him, but as much as he wanted to yell in reply, he held his tongue. He knew he was no match for either the elf or the oni in an honest battle. He only had his dagger and shield, his wolves his only other means of attack. Calling out now would only give his position away. It would be foolish to put himself in more danger when he is vulnerable. So he continues to lurk, keeping an eye on the battle as he bides his time.\n\nThe wolf by the oni saw an opening and leapt. It would try to bite the oni once more. It would almost certainly getting hit by the counter attack the oni had prepared. Meanwhile, the wolf that lunged at the elf would be met by the golem's ice sword. It would not have the acrobatics to dodge like the elf did, so would take the full brunt of the swing head on.\n\n`Gabriel regenerates 5 Mana, currently at 46.25 Mana. If the wolves die from the attacks, which they most likely will, his Mana cap would return to the full 120.`" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "*Sshffft.* The sound of the sword of ice cutting the wolf in half was pretty gruesome, and went to show how god damn sharp the sword was. Even as it showed signs of age, it was still a summoned Golem. However, the wolf was not it's original target. Recovering quickly, the Ice golem starts lumbering towards the Elf again, sword held to his hip and ready to decapitate someone. It was definitely a safety hazard. The golem lumbers, each step leaving a trampled flower or two, and a spot of bent plants. \n\nSnorting triumphantly, Takeshi takes the bite of the wolf to his forearm guard, then uses the other hand to quickly retract the club and attempt to hit the back of the wolf's skull with the pommel. It would shatter the wolf's skull, like it had done before.\n\n``Mana 70/90``" }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "Galin was not in the mood to die today. Galin landed on his feet and yelled at takeshi and the macen, \"Can we stop this fighting! We obviously aren't getting anywhere!\", this fight had been completely pointless and Galin had no recollection of why it began in the first place. He provoked the fight to begin with, something he would normally never do. Galin had no idea what came over him earlier, maybe an extreme bout of boredom. ~~The world may never know.~~ Galin sheathed both of his daggers showing he had no intention of continuing this fight." }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel peeked warily from behind a tree. All of his wolves are dead, he had no energy left, no means of protecting himself. If the elf was willing to put away his weapons, then perhaps it would be safe for him to come out too. Gabriel dropped his stealthy stance and stepped out from the tree lines. He carried himself in a relaxed manner, showing no intention to strike. \"I am for ceasing the fight. I have to admit, you are both greater warriors than I.\" He placed one hand over his hand and bowed." }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "The Oni was about to command the ice golem to attempt to gore the elf, when the elf stopped attacking. He glanced around, the Ice golem stopping in its steps, and slowly standing upright. The human was out, as well? The battle was over. With a wave of his hand, the massive ice golem kneels, then disappears into thin air, seemingly having melted. With a proud sniff, the Oni nods. \"You were quite formidable, Elf. I would have lost had you aimed for my head.\" The Oni grunts, reaching down for his spear, which he picks up. \"You, human, you hold no offensive capabilities.\" The Oni turns his head, glancing at the human with a small, playful smile. \"The name's Takeshi.\"" }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "Galin stood straight while smirking at the oni. Galin said in a freindly way, \"You were quite the enemy yourself Takeshi. I'm Galin by the way, pleasure to meet you.\", he turns his gaze towards the human and says in a slightly less freindly but more mocking and playful tone, \" While this macen does seem to be a more weak fighter, im sure he has *Other* Telnts. What's your name?\"" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel shrugged and smiled. It hurt a bit being mocked but it's not untrue. He only had defensive abilities and not much in the ways of attacking. If the other two had been more serious about kiling him, he won't stand a chance. \"Indeed, I am not much of a fighter. I am an herbalist by trade,\" He pats the ingredient pouch hanging on the side of his belt. \"I only know about enough to defend myself if need be. But maybe it's time to learn new tricks.\" Gabriel dusts off his shirt, straightening it and fixing his disheveled clothes. He bows again, in greeting this time. \"Gabriel. A pleasure to meet you both sirs Takeshi and Galin." }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "Takeshi gives a confirming nod to Galin, understanding that he had no ill will at this moment. He respected the elf for balancing his magic and skill with the weapon well, something he could never do. The Macen was slightly lackluster, but the Blue Oni knew that not every profession in the world depended on fighting. Herbalists could do very well with defensive spells to protect the herbalist from wild animals. \"I see. I don't blame you for not being so... Combat oriented. Nice to meet you, Gabriel.\" The Oni reaches out a hand towards both, signaling for a true ceasefire, and to shake hands. An agreement at the end of every fight went a long way. His expression was no longer one of fury, but a smile. A friendly one." }, { "author": "shhblaze", "message": "Galin walked closer Takashi so that he was able to confirm the handshake and end this fight once and for all, \"I hope we can have a nice freindship after this, both of you.\", Galin uttered. Hoping that he could make some freinds so on a day like this, he wouldn't be confined to his own thoughts and be alone with nothing to do. Maybe that was the real reason he provoked the fight, deep down he had a crippling feeling of loneliness and wanted to make some freinds." }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel similarly approached Takeshi for a handshake. He swept a stray lock of hair from his brow and returned the oni's friendly smile. It looks like parts of his braid had come undone during the fight. It was no longer neatly decorated with various small plants and instead stuck out in some areas. Who knew that fighting two random strangers in the middle of a forest could bring friendship? Not Gabriel, that's for sure. He nods to the both of them. \"I hope so as well, sir Galin. It's always nice to meet new friends. Even if said friends almost stabbed and squashed me with an ice golem.\" Gabriel chuckled. His statement was made out of amusement, there was no malice in his voice." }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "The Oni takes Gabriel and Galin's hand, shaking them with vigor. Takeshi had a quite strong handshake that came straight from his heart. His voice a bit more playful and less serious(Although, it was still quite low), he playfully added, \"I never meant to squash you both with the Ice Golem, I meant to simply... Scare you.\" That was an obvious lie that came after the heated fight. Nobody thought straight in a fight, they often simply did whatever was necessary to win it, or get out of it alive. He had done what he thought would be best, and it ended up... In a favorable end. He had basically won it all, at this point." } ]